#takes place after street fighter 3

[spxllcxstxr]

Being an Isha-like Figure to Pit Fighter!Vi • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hey! Could I please request some HCs of maybe being Vis adopted daughter? Sorta like Isha? I can just imagine a persistent little girl who keeps following her pit fighter hero about, Vi would probably not be interested at first but this kid just won’t leave her alone and damn she reminds her so much of powder. Maybe something happens and a protective instinct kicks in with Vi? I dunno, maybe kid gets hurt or sick but could we please also have some fluff of Vi releasing she actually enjoys having this kid around.  — anon

Warnings: gn!reader, little kid!reader, canon Undercity violence mention

A.N: first time writing vi! Hope you all like it <3

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From the very first fight in the pit, Vi was your hero. Vi was able to take a hit--multiple hits-- from people twice her size and shake it off in a way you had never seen before. She would just keep getting up, keep finishing the fights, and keep winning them too

You were starstruck every time you snuck into the seats overlooking the dusty pit. The depths of the Undercity were no place for a kid, but that never stopped you from going to see Vi fight. She was a master the way she dodged and threw a punch

Before crawling into bed you would try to recreate exactly what you saw Vi do only hours prior. You would practice throwing punches at random things you would find around the room or the streets and you practice ducking and dodging imaginary enemies

Vi was ruthless in the pit; she never seemed afraid of anything and was just unstoppable in your eyes. You admired her; wanted to be just like her. Growing up in the Undercity was scary, especially for a kid, so you wished you could be strong enough to just take it all by storm

After maybe a dozen or so fights, you started following her out of the pit, hidden in the shadows at first--watching her limp home--you just wanted to be her, to meet her, anything. Eventually you came out of the shadows, waving hi to her, asking her what it was like fighting guys ten times her size. Vi's responses were always one word answers or grunts before she got tired of you tripping over her feet and she would shoo you away. That never discouraged you, however, people like her needed a good amount of sleep, and you would always see her the next day

Vi never really warms up to you, but eventually she stops glaring at you and grunting her answers. She starts expecting your visits, begrudgingly. She's not happy about it; she should not be your hero in the slightest, but while you're there, she at least attempts not to be a degenerate

This changes, however, when she watches you get grabbed by the so-called security of the pit fighting ring after they finally noticed you sneaking into the fights to watch. She watches you get roughly picked up by the scruff of your neck and watches the fear grow in your eyes, and she knows she has to do something. Using her popularity to her advantage, she rips the security guy a new one. Vi screams and yells and throws punches, just so they can let you go

After that she starts looking at you differently. Her gaze is softer and her smiles are more frequent. Later on, she'll tell you that you remind her of her little sister Powder, always getting underfoot, and asking Vi all these silly questions that always got her to laugh. Vi especially loves your curiosity, why else would you be sneaking into the pit fights?

Vi starts making dinner for two, always making sure you're well-fed and hydrated before you leave. If it's especially late out by the time you two finish, Vi has a makeshift cot for you in her room. Vi will tell you stories about what it was like growing up and will even tell you the same tales she once told Powder before bed

Like Jinx did with Isha, Vi starts putting her black makeup on you so you two look similar. She loves how you laugh and smile when she makes black stars or stripes on your cheeks. She tries to do a different design every time

She'll call you nicknames like kid or champ. Ruffles the hair on your head. Vi will teach you how to punch and how to defend yourself. She hopes and prays you never have to, but knowing the Undercity, it's only a matter of time until you'll have to fight for your life. Vi dreads that day. In fact, she's worried about you constantly. Even when you're within arms reach, she's worried about what could happen to you--if Vi can't get to you on time or if one day she gets knocked down and doesn't get back up again. Vi saves some money for you just in case under the floorboards of her room. Vi does change her mentality in the ring though. She stops going in there ok with the possibility of something bad happening to her. Vi realizes that she has someone to go home to, to cherish, to nourish. So she does start hoping she wins every fight or at least doesn’t get permanently injured

Vi simply doesn't want to make the same mistake she did with Powder, she wants to be there to protect you no matter how angry or frustrated she gets. She wants to show you unconditional love. she wants to not fuck it all up all over again

•

[robertreich]

The Silent Revolution in American Economics

I don't think you're expecting what I'm about to say, because I have never seen anything like this in fifty years in politics.

For decades I've been sounding an alarm about how our economy has become increasingly rigged for the rich. I've watched it get worse under both Republicans and Democrats, but what President Biden has done in his first term gives me hope I haven't felt in years. It’s a complete sea change.

Here are three key areas where Biden is fundamentally reshaping our economy to make it better for working people.

#1 Trade and industrial policy

Biden is breaking with decades of reliance on free-trade deals and free-market philosophies. He’s instead focusing on domestic policies designed to revive American manufacturing and fortify our own supply chains.

Take three of his signature pieces of legislation so far — the Inflation Reduction Act, the CHIPS Act, and his infrastructure package. This flood of government investment has brought about a new wave in American manufacturing.

Unlike Trump, who just levied tariffs on Chinese imports and used it as a campaign slogan, Biden is actually investing in America’s manufacturing capacity so we don’t have to rely on China in the first place.

He’s turning the tide against deals made by previous administrations, both Democratic and Republican, that helped Wall Street but ended up costing American jobs and lowering American wages.

#2 Monopoly power

Biden is the first president in living memory to take on big monopolies.

Giant firms have come to dominate almost every industry. Four beef packers now control over 80 percent of the market, domestic air travel is dominated by four airlines, and most Americans have no real choice of internet providers.

In a monopolized economy, corporate profits rise, consumers pay higher prices, and workers’ wages shrink.

But under the Biden, the Federal Trade Commission and the Antitrust Division of the Justice Department have become the most aggressive monopoly fighters in more than a half century. They’re going after Amazon and Google, Ticketmaster and Live Nation, JetBlue and Spirit, and a wide range of other giant corporations.  

#3 Labor

Biden is also the most pro-union president I’ve ever seen.

A big reason for the surge in workers organizing and striking for higher wages is the pro-labor course Biden is charting.

The Reagan years blew in a typhoon of union busting across America. Corporations routinely sunk unions and fired workers who attempted to form them. They offshored production or moved to so-called “right-to-work” states that enacted laws making it hard to form unions.

Even though Democratic presidents promised labor law reforms that would strengthen unions, they didn’t follow through. But under Joe Biden, organized labor has received a vital lifeboat. Unionizing has been protected and encouraged. Biden is even the first sitting president to walk a picket line.

Biden’s National Labor Relations Board is stemming the tide of unfair labor practices, requiring companies to bargain with their employees, speeding the period between union petitions and elections, and making it harder to fire workers for organizing.

Americans have every reason to be outraged at how decades of policies that prioritized corporations over people have thrown our economy off-keel.

But these three waves of change — a worker-centered trade and industrial policy, strong anti-monopoly enforcement, and moves to strengthen labor unions — are navigating towards a more equitable economy.

It’s a sea change that’s long overdue.

[smoshyourheadin]

yay!!!!!! mother is back!!!!!!

could i request a spencer agnew x reader where they meet at a bar and spencer ends up taking the reader home and it ends however you want

Butterflies That Flutter By

pairing: spencer agnew x f!reader

a/n: I. LOVE. THIS. anon u cooked w this. i went CRAZAAAAY!! two posts in one night who am i!! also sorry if u wanted smut i don’t feel comfortable writing it for real ppl!! charachters i can consider it tho ;)

warnings: if u don’t like mentions of alcohol or just a bar setting then this probably isn’t for u!! i’m sure ill catch you at another time tho <3

requests r open <33

saturdays are when you thrive. going out with all your college friends was just tradition at this point.

sitting at the bar in between anna and courtney, you complain about another failed date you had recently.

“ugh, he was just the worst! he was talking about his podcast the whole time, and then asked me to go back to his place? what do men expect me to say after that. ‘oh yes you talking about your alpha male, gym, i hate women podcast really made me so attracted to you’ like come on!” you turn to anna who’s laughing at you, with a sad stare, and she then is quick to put a hand on your shoulder.

“it’s okay! im sure you��ll find your man soon. isn’t court trying to set you up with that guy from her work?” she says to you, cocking her head to the side slightly.

courtney then chimes in, “yes! oh my gosh, her and spencer are literally perfect for each other! you need to meet him soon, you’ll love him!” she says with a wide smile.

“i mean, he is pretty cute…” you trail off.

courtney had been trying to set you and her friend spencer up for weeks now, and as she continued to gush about how spencer would appreciate your nerdiness and how you would adore his, you feel a tug of curiosity. ignoring the conversation for a moment, you make your way to the old street fighter arcade machine at the end of the bar. the familiar sounds of the game fill your ears as you slip a coin into the slot, your fingers itching to take control of your favorite character - ryu.

as you focus on the game, your mind drifts to the idea of meeting spencer. would he really be as perfect for you as courtney says? The thought lingers in your mind a bit as you unleash a flurry of moves on the joystick, losing yourself in the focus.

as you're deeply engrossed in the game, spencer enters the bar, scanning the room for courtney. spotting her animatedly chatting with anna, he makes his way over, a small smile playing on his lips. courtney notices him approaching and waves him over eagerly.

"hey, spencer! glad you could make it," she greets him with enthusiasm, nudging anna to make space for him between them.

"hey, court, thanks for inviting me!" spencer replies, returning her smile. his eyes then wander around the bar, landing on you as you fiercely battle your way through the arcade game.

courtney follows his gaze and grins mischievously. "oh, hey, look who's here! it's the girl i've been telling you about," she says, motioning towards you.

spencer's interest piques, and he watches you play for a moment, impressed by your technique. he can't help but notice how focused you are, your determination evident in every move you make. with a newfound curiosity, he watches in awe as you skillfully defeat everyone you fight with ease.

“hey…” you whip your head around and stand up straight from your practically bent over pose, as you hear courtney’s voice from behind you.

there, stood next to her, is possibly the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

he’s got beautiful brown eyes, and dark curly hair. with glasses. oh my. he’s dressed in slacks, tattered old vans, a flannel, and an old work jacket.

“um, hi court.” is all you can muster up to say to her.

“this is spencer, spencer this is the woman of your dreams!” she giggles.

spencer glares at her, but then smiles sincerely at you.

“so, street fighter, huh? you've got some serious skills," spencer remarked, impressed by your gameplay.

you glanced over at him, offering a small smile in return. "thanks! it's one of my favorite games. i've been playing since i was a kid. i think it’s one of the main reasons i decided to be a game developer."

courtney takes this opportunity to slip away from you both, leaving you to geek out together, and she rushes over to anna

“i told you! twenty bucks says they leave together!” she grins.

“you are so on!” anna replies.

across the bar, you and spencer are chatting it up, both leant against the wall near the machine.

spencer takes a sip of his drink before leaning in. "so, who's your main in street fighter?"

you grin, a rush of excitement at the chance to talk about your favorite character. "call me basic, but definitely ryu! i love his playstyle, and his hadoukens! they’re pretty gnarly."

"classic choice," spencer replied with a nod of approval. "i’m more of a ken guy myself. gotta respect the fiery spirit, you know?"

you giggle, nodding in agreement. "yeah, ken's cool. those shoryukens can really mess up the game though.”

he smiles at your reply, and the conversation flows on. you find yourself talking to him for the better part of an hour, eventually sitting at the bar with him.

“um, you don’t have to say yes,” he says, turning to you. “but, would you want to come back to my place?”

you smile at him, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear “i’d like that.”

and so, you find yourself walking back to spencer’s apartment and talking to him about how much you love zelda.

stepping into his apartment, you’re immediately greeted by an array of nerdy decorations that cover every corner. posters of classic video game characters lined the walls, and shelves filled with action figures and memorabilia from various fandoms.

"wow, you have quite the collection!" you exclaimed, taking in the sight with wide eyes.

spencer chuckles nervously with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head. "yeah, i might have gone a little overboard."

but to you, it’s like stepping into a treasure trove of nostalgia, and honestly? you were jealous. you eagerly made your way around the room, pointing out your favorite pieces and telling him about the games and shows you loved most.

"that's a limited edition link figurine, right?" you ask, pointing to a display on one of the shelves.

spencer nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "yeah, it's one of my prized possessions! i also have a few special edition zelda figures."

as you continue to explore, spencer watches you with a mixture of awe and admiration. he had never met someone who shared his passion for all things nerdy quite like you did. It felt surreal to have someone in his space who not only appreciated but genuinely enjoyed his interests.

before long, the initial awkwardness of the invitation fades away, replaced by a comfortable ease as you bond over your shared love for video games, movies, and everything in between.

the night continues, and you end up making him watch your favourite film - perfect blue, which you watch in comfortable silence.

as the credits roll, you stretch out comfortably on spencer's couch, feeling the pleasant weight of sleep pulling at your eyelids. the movie is intense, and you’re exhausted from the day's excitement.

spencer glances over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he noticed your drooping eyelids. he gently reached for the remote and turned off the playstation you were using to watch it, casting the room into a soothing darkness.

"you tired?" he asks, his voice low and gentle.

you nod sleepily, snuggling into the cushions. "yeah, it's been a long day. sorry for almost falling asleep on you."

spencer chuckles softly, shaking his head. "don't apologize. it's actually kind of nice having someone to watch movies with, even if they fall asleep halfway through."

you smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. despite only meeting him tonight, you already feel a sense of comfort in his presence.

with a contented sigh, you let yourself drift off, the steady rhythm of spencer's heartbeat beneath you lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

later that night, as you sleep soundly against him, spencer can’t resist taking a picture of you, your peaceful expression illuminated by the soft glow of the tv’s ‘no signal’ screen. he texts it to courtney with a simple message: "she isn't too bad."

as he presses send, a smile tuggs at the corners of his lips.

courtney opens the message to see your face, her jaw dropping. she closes the messages from spencer, and immediatley texts anna,

‘u owe me 20 ;)’

[frenchkisstheabyss]

⛧ 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝙸 ⛧

⛧ Pairing: poly!slasher!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

⛧ Genre: slasher au/horror/angst/smut

⛧ Summary: It's Halloween 1996, you've just broken up with your toxic ex, and there's a killer on the loose. When you go to the local video store to find your next distraction, you run into your longtime crushes who have their hearts set on looking after you. But you must be careful. Not everyone's who they appear to be.

⛧ Word Count: 2.k-ish

⛧ Warnings: If you don't like horror turn back now. This isn't graphic by any means but there are horror elements! Slight sadomasichism, full blown yandere vibes, mentions of toxic ex, mention of dead body w/ tame description, shallow knife wound (you don't get stabbed. no worries), knife/blood play, a lil smut because there's kissing/fingering/nipple play, pet names (babe, baby) a threesome happens but is only referenced, slasherfucker reader, reader's kinda losing it

⛧ A/N: This is part 2 in a series. I linked the first part in the summary. Part 1 was dark and fluffy while this one is really dark and angsty. There's still romance but said romance is kinda psychotic. For the record, I'm in no way encouraging you to go out and have sex with two psychokillers. But if they're Minsung hot? I meaaaaan....

💀 <<< Rewind to Tape 1 or Keep Going to Tape 3 >>> 💀

Han laughs, bringing his arms around your waist, “Oh but sweetie, we’ve played your game. Don’t you wanna play ours now?”

Street Fighter is a game. Monopoly is a game. Minho forcing you to hold a knife to his throat in the middle of their kitchen? This is unlike any game you’ve ever played before. Against your better judgment, you throw caution to the wind and ask the million dollar question.

“And what are the rules to this game of yours?” 

Minho clicks his tongue, delighted at your morbid curiosity, ��It’s simple really. If I can make my lips touch yours without the blade slitting my throat open I get a kiss.” 

“And if he doesn’t—” Han muses, “I’m down a roommate I suppose.” 

“Kiss or death, baby” Minho says, leaning into the tip of the blade so that it's agonizingly slow to witness. He stops when it pricks his skin, a scarlet drop of blood rising to the surface. Your fingers tremble around the handle of the knife, your body running ice cold at the realization that this is actually happening. 

“You’re both fucking psycho!” you shout, twisting free of them with reckless abandon. You stumble backward into the kitchen counter, the blade still in your hand. When you regain your footing you notice tiny droplets of blood decorating the white tile floor. You trace their source to the much larger cut in the side of Minho’s neck.

Han stares at you with a Milky Way galaxy of stars dancing behind his eyes, “So she does have it in her.” 

Time itself seems to come to a halt when you register what you’ve done. You hadn’t meant to do it but, accident or not, you did it. “Oh god, no, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry. I…I…” you stutter, tossing the knife into the sink. Minho takes a deep breath, running his fingers across his wound as he approaches you. “It’s okay. I’ll live” he smirks, applying blood to his lips like some luxurious lipstick, “Now about that kiss.” 

Minho’s close enough to you that you can feel his shallow breaths against your face. His bottom lip brushes yours and your mouth falls open without hesitation. The voice of the girl you were before you came here whispers for you to run—leave this place and never come back—but it’s far too late for that. Minho locks you in a kiss, metallic and sweet, that makes you a stranger to yourself. 

It’s not you hungrily kissing Minho, blood staining his collar as he takes greedy handfuls of your plush body. It’s not your cheek that Han cups, tilting your head to the side to steal kisses and taste that last bit of blood on your tongue. Only…it is you and you’re loving every second of it. So much that when Han unbuttons your jeans, slipping a hand inside to tease your clit, you’ve already managed to soak through your panties.

“Aah, I knew it” he whispers, lightly stroking your entrance, “I told you she was the one. That she was special.” You moan into Minho’s mouth when Han’s fingers sink into you, your cries of pleasure echoing within his cheeks. “It’s true. You’re our special girl, aren’t you?” Minho hums, his thumb circling one of your nipples through your shirt. 

The praise goes to your head in the worst way, setting a once cold body ablaze with lust. Your walls contract with every mention of how special you are—of how long they’ve waited to have you here. Han’s never had his fingers this drenched before, his mind’s already running wild with thoughts of licking your juices from them once you come. The noises you make are so melodic, so splendid, that they'd burn them into their memories if they could.

Minho’s sharp eyes lock onto yours, fingers toiling away at the delicate hooks of your bra. “Can we keep you?” he asks like a demon masquerading as a child. Innocence with something darker lurking beneath, waiting to tear you to pieces. The answer comes easily, driven by your thirst to be devoured.

“Yes,” you moan, exhaling at the relief of being freed from your bra, “I’m yours.” Han licks up the side of your neck, softly nibbling at your earlobe as his fingers pick up speed.

“All ours,” he whispers, “Forever.” 

Grainy black and white dots dance across the TV screen, casting a white glow across the bed where you lay naked cuddled up beneath the blanket with Han’s childhood teddy bear. It’s 3AM and Camp Counselor Sleepover Murder Party 4 ended an hour ago. Not that you were paying an ounce of attention to it. Your focus was placed entirely on being bent into a series of unholy positions by the two men you expect to see when you open your eyes. But when you finally do—limbs still tingling from your last orgasm—they’re nowhere to be found.

Yawning, you force yourself up in bed, squinting at the light from the TV. Holding your hand up to shield your eyes, you notice the dried up blood on your fingertips. The events of the night come back to you gradually like a fuzzy radio signal sorting itself out. Your mouth is saturated with that same metallic taste from before, the sweetness of it having long faded. Finding it too nauseating to tolerate, you retrieve your underwear from the floor and set out in search of something to wash the taste away.

Stepping out into the hallway you find yourself in near pitch black darkness. The only guiding light is the glow of a lamp from the bottom of the staircase at the opposite end of the hallway. “Minho!” you call out, taking slow cautious steps down the hall. You extend your arms out on both sides, feeling around for anything you might bump into. You hold your breath, listening for even the faintest sound of his voice but it never comes. Finally reaching the staircase, you grab onto the sides and make your way down.

You call out again, this time trying another name for good measure, “Han! Where are you guys?” It suddenly occurs to you that this is the moment in slasher movies where the girl wanders downstairs and gets sliced up by some masked psycho killer. You stop halfway down the stairs, glancing up at the darkness you left behind. “Fuck that” you huff, jogging the rest of the way down the stairs to find safety in the light.

Finally you’re back in familiar territory. To your right you spot the kitchen and your heart jumps at the thought of the Halloween candy left untouched on the table. But your tooth rotting dreams are derailed by the sound of whirling somewhere to your left. You turn to spot a heavy wooden door left slightly cracked. It’d look like any other door if not for the two deadbolts drilled into the frame. Off to the side sits a black garbage bag, the kind contractors use on construction jobs, and it’s stuffed full of…something.

Hearing the low chattering of voices, you drift towards the door whispering to yourself the whole time. “Why are you freaking out? Nothing’s wrong. They’re probably just taking out the trash. Don’t be so—” You choke on your own words as you stare down into the trash bag. It is full of trash. There’s pizza boxes, empty soda cans, and crumbled up chips bags all from last night.

And then there’s something else.

The tip of something red poking out from between the pizza boxes. You lean in closer and make out deep wrinkles carved in plastic. Pinching the end of it you pull it from the trash and you feel even more nauseous than before. It’s a mask. Not just any mask. The same mask your ex had on when you saw him at the video store. A chill runs down your spine, making you let out an unexpected squeak that brings all of the background conversation to a halt.

“Hello?” Han’s voice rings out, seemingly from beneath you. You crack the door a little more, peeking in to find another set of stairs leading down into the basement. “Everything okay up there?” Minho asks, his tone oddly suspicious of you. You clear your throat, tucking the mask back into the trash bag, “I’m—I’m fine. Just got a little snack craving is all. Are you guys good?”

You’re met with silence reminiscent of the moment before Minho forced you to cut his throat. “Why don’t you come down?” Han insists, bubbling with joy, “We have a surprise for you!” You pull the door open all the way, shuddering at the creaking sound the old wooden stairs make when you step on them.

“A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

“One you weren’t supposed to see yet” Minho pouts, “But you’re here now so whatever.”

Minho’s adorable tendency to whine gives you the sense of normalcy you needed to get you to the bottom of the stairs. But when you reach it you wish you hadn’t. The basement is nothing like the welcoming warmth of the rest of the house. It’s pristine and white, the polished floor icy against your bare feet. In each corner there’s a large cabinet stocked with all sorts of medical supplies. It reminds you of an operating room in one of those medical dramas.

It is an operating room and at the center of it, in a pool of blood that leaks between the cracks in the tiles, is the partially dismembered body of your ex boyfriend. “Hi, baby” Han waves with the hand not currently holding a cordless saw. Still in his underwear, he’s dressed in a long black apron with the gloves to match. Minho’s dressed the same and both are slick with blood.

Before you can think better of it, you’re screaming at the top of your lungs and bolting back up the stairs. All the while images of torn flesh and fractured bone flash in your mind. You couldn’t stand that man, hated him in fact, but you’d never wanted to see him in pieces.

Spotting your purse by the front door, you make a mad dash for it clueless to the two figures gathering behind you. Your vision clouded with tears, you fight with the front door locks to get out. “I knew it was too soon” Minho sighs in disappointment, “We should’ve waited.” Han slips his gloves off, coming over to kiss you on the cheek.

Your body recoils, shaking in fear, “Don’t hurt me. Please.”

“Hurt you?” he scoffs, flipping the lock open, “I’d never hurt you. You just seemed like you needed a little help.”

Minho flops down in a chair near the door, messy hair falling in his face, “Take my jacket at least. It’s cold out.”

Their calmness is odd to say the least, making you reevaluate the fear that you feel. “You’re letting me go? Just like that?” Han plucks a wool trench coat from its hook, draping it over your shoulders. He pulls the door open and a slight autumn breeze blows through the door. “I told you. We don’t want to hurt you. We’re here to protect you...and maybe teach you how to protect yourself.”

His sincerity makes you uncomfortable and you feel yourself splitting in two again. This time the old you wins and throw yourself out into the night, scanning the street to find where you parked your car. The block is as dark as the upstairs hall, giving you the sense that you’re on some terrifying island all your own.

You can't make sense of why they’d let you go. Any normal person would drive straight from here to the police station. You know their faces. Their names. Where they work. Where they live. Do they want to get caught?

“You can’t run from who you are forever, pretty girl!” you hear Minho taunting. You look back to see them watching you from the doorway, smiling lovingly in your direction.

Minho winks at you, blowing you a kiss, “See you real soon, babe.” 

[yall-batman-fanfic]

The Wrath of Wayne | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician [Part 3/3]

Synopsis: In the last installment of The Wrath of Wayne, Bruce and Vivian finds a way to get out of their cages, and finally take down Thomas Wayne, Carmine Falcone, and Bane. To do that, they will need help in a form of a Cat and a Crow.

Morpheus.

He heard her calls and Lord Morpheus was furious to know where her daughter and granddaughter were kept. But Destiny has given an order, he has seen the outcome of this treachery and he cannot intervene. He may not go to the aid of his daughter directly but that does not apply to his dreams and nightmares, and his raven.

But the work is not over. 

He may not help Vivian in her predicament but that does not mean he cannot reach for Bruce Wayne who lays in the Pit. Left by his father after that battle. Appearing in that Pit, Dream watched as Bruce wheezed in pain as he breathed. The damage done by his father and Bane was done.

But Bruce Wayne cannot break. Not now, not when Vivian and Valerie were waiting for him. Not when his city needs him.

Kneeling before him, Dream placed his hand on Bruce's forehead. “I shall take away the pain and heal your injuries, but it will be up to you if you will push yourself again.”

“Viv… Vivian…” Bruce wheezed.

“Sleep, and let this dream help you find the answers you need, and when you wake, you will be with a friend. Take the time to heal and prepare but not too long for them to grow tired.”

“Vivian,” he wheezed again.

“Sleep, Wayne.”

Bruce slept, and when he woke up the pain was no longer there but his body still felt heavy, and when he opened his eyes he saw her sitting beside him on the sandy beach. 

“Hey, Bat,” Selina greeted him.

“Cat,” he whispered.

“I was on vacation but then a man who calls himself the Lord of Dreams came to my door and dropped you off like a lost kitten in a box and told me everything.”

“Cat.”

Selina got up, smiling down at him, and held out her hand to him, “Let me help you, Bruce.”

~ * ~

It has been weeks since they were exiled from their home, leaving them to try and fix the streets of Gotham. They managed to help the GCPD back to their HQ and control in most of their posts, and now they are still battling the the forces that Falcone have put up against them, and the Batman who was Thomas Wayne. 

They had a plan, with Wesker in the Manor doing Thomas Wayne's bidding, they can get him out of it by getting him the only person---thing---that he will listen to. Scarface. But trying to get to Wesker or even the manor was a risk they were not willing to do. Thomas Wayne has made Wayne Manor his, the last they met with that Batman he said that he has Vivian trapped in a glass dome that she cannot escape, and Val was in his mercy. 

“She misses you. All of you,” Thomas told Dick and Damian when they faced him at one of the nights of their patrol. 

“Then let her go,” said Damian.

“I know about Vivian's power. And as much as it pains me to put her there, it is necessary until she is ready to give in. Her and Bruce. The same goes for you all. My grandchildren.”

Dick scoffed. “Taking over Gotham and doing all this shit isn't the best way to get on our good graces. What about Val? Where is she?”

“She's safe with me.”

“THE HELL SHE IS!” Damian attacked Thomas Wayne. 

Thomas admits that his grandson was a good fighter but not that good. With on punch, he had Robin on the ground and under his boot, with a gun to his temple. “Might I remind you on what's at stake?”

Dick raised his hands in surrender. “We'll leave.”

“No. You'll leave, he goes with me,” Thomas punched Damian across the face, knocking him out and carried Robin away with him. 

Now, with Robin gone, the rest of them have been thinking of a way to get into the Manor and save their family. 

Good. That's exactly what they needed to happen.

~ * ~

Vivian held her daughter as Valerie slept in her arms peacefully. Weeks have passed since Thomas Wayne returned from where he left Bruce, and she was losing hope from the call she sent for her father's help. Maybe she was asking too much from him. Maybe she should have just asked him to call Constantine to help her there. 

The doors of the library opened again. Thomas has returned from his patrol and he brought someone with him. 

Damian.

Sitting up, Vivian watched as Thomas laid the boy on the ground before her, his face bloody from being punched, but he was still breathing.

“What did you do?!” Vivian demanded from Thomas.

“He attacked, but I couldn't do it. Not to my grandson.”

“Leave him here with me.”

“He'll stay with me in the Cave, where I can keep watch on him.” Thomas picked up Damian once more, slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of wheat and left the library. 

~ * ~

As Damian hung upside down, he watched closely at his surroundings. He’s memorized the routine that this Batman has. He would come to the Cave to see to him, shift his ties, feed him, then leave for patrol. He won't be back until later, and when he does he has food and he tells him about Vivian and Valerie, how they were, how Vivian has been begging him to let her see him. Then he would tell him how he can release him but he must swear to him. 

Damian would always refuse. 

This time there was a change in his routine. Or sso Damian thought. The sound wasn't from Thomas but from a raven that flew from the darkness and to the light. 

“Ooff, got yourself tangled up there,” said Matthew.

“Raven,” Damian said.

“It’s Matthew. The boss sent me here to help out in whatever way I can… do you want me to…”

“No, this is exactly where I'm supposed to… but there is something I need you to bring to Mom.”

“You sure? You don't want me to take you down from that and you can bring it yourself?”

“That imposter has bested me, and he will continue to unless I have the others. I need you to bring this to Vivian,” Damian shifted in the knots and something dropped from him. An eyeball.

“Is that a…” Matthew stuttered.

“Mom will know what it is and she'll know what to do with it.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Alright,” Matthew took the doll's eye in his beak and flew away, back into the darkness and reappeared in the shadows of the library where the glass dome was. Thomas Wayne had just opened the panel to retrieve Valerie from Vivian so the toddler can sleep in her bed. Just as Thomas adjusted his hold on her, Matthew swooped down and dropped the doll's eye into the glass dome, making a loud clink that caught both Vivian and Thomas’ attention.

“What was that?” Thomas asked.

Quick to her feet, Vivian hid the eye under her and showed Thomas one of Valerie's trinkets. “I just dropped this.”

He looked at her for a moment then took the trinket from her then closed the panel. It was only when he left that Vivian took out the eye and inspected it. She knew what it was, and she knew what she had to do.

Looking around, she searched for the raven who had dropped this gift and saw him perched in the shadows.

“Tell Bruce, we'll be fine,” she told Matthew. “But he better get here fast.”

~ * ~

The next day, when Thomas Wayne came back to the library after patrol, he dragged with him a flock of Robins. Vivian gasped in horror at the sight of her children and hid Valerie from the bloody sight. All of them bloody and beaten, groaning in pain.

“What did you do to them?” She glared at Thomas.

“I went easy on them,” replied the man. 

“Now you've seen them. I'll let Alfred deal with their injuries.”

Vivian pressed her hand on the glass when she saw Dick look at her and nod stiffly. They'll be fine, nothing they can't handle, was what he wanted to tell her. 

“There is word about Bruce,” said Thomas. “He's back. He's here in Gotham, specifically in Arkham. He's come for Bane first.”

“If that's your way of saying that he chose to get his revenge on Bane before saving us to sway me to siding with you, you’re wrong. I know my husband, and I trust whatever strategy he has. And I know that he'll want to save you for last… That's what I would do.”

Thomas smirked and walked towards her. “I never knew this side of the Vivian from my world. I can never imagine that you will be so vengeful.”

“You never really knew her… and you will never know me,” Vivian glared at him. “When Bruce comes back here, and he will, I will watch as he beats your fucking ass, and when I'm free, I will gladly help him with it. For my husband, for my children, for Alfred, for me, and for desecrating Martha Wayne's grave, and for tainting the memory of Thomas Wayne. For all of that… I will send you to the darkest pits of Hell. I will give you a fate worse than death.”

“You are not my Vivian.” Thomas sneered.

“I never was,” Vivian smirked. “Enjoy the last moments of freedom, father-in-law.”

~ * ~

He had beaten Bane. He was so close to ending it all, not by death. Death would be too easy. He was just going to break the man's back but before he could, a sharp pain shot through this stomach. He was shot, and Bruce was brought down to the ground with Bane beside him, and the last sight he saw was his Father holding the gun at him. 

“Son,” Thomas said to him.

Then before he could fall to unconsciousness, Bruce saw Thomas Wayne point the gun at Carmine Falcone’s head and shot the man. The Roman was dead. Another era has come to an end in Gotham.

Bruce woke to the sight seated on a dinner table and his daughter in her crib. Jumping of the chair, toppling it over, Bruce ran to his daughter who was playing in her crib and then smiled when he saw him.

“Dada!” Valerie cheered.

“Val!” Bruce carried her in his arms. 

“Dada!” Valerie pulled on the cowl to see his face. 

Chuckling, Bruce removed the cowl and lets his daughter pressed her lips on his cheek and whisper “Dada” over and over, telling him how much she misses him. 

“How are you, my girl?” Bruce asked her.

Valerie looked at him for a moment and then started to babble away, telling him about the horrible things that happened, how she misses him, how the imposter kept taking her from her mom, and how Damian and the others got hurt. While Bruce did not understand a single thing, he still listened and kissed his daughter's forehead and said, “All with be set right now, Val. I promise.”

“Mumma…” Valerie mumbled.

“We'll look for her,” Bruce got up from the seat making Valerie whine. “Why, what's wrong?”

“Stay?” Valerie uttered.

“I will, but I need to go to work first. I need to get your Mom.”

Valerie whimpered and hugged her father tight. “Stay!” she said.

Bruce held her tight and sat back down. “I'm not going anywhere, Val… I won't… I'll stay. From now on, I'll stay. Dada will stay.”

The door of the room opened. It was Catwoman. She looked at him with downcasted eyes and said, “He says you're ready.”

Getting up, Bruce pulled back the cowl and followed Catwoman through the door with Valerie in his arms. He walked past his Robins, his children, as he did, and then he came to the room — the library — where Thomas Wayne waited for him, no longer wearing the Batman uniform, with him was the Ventriloquist, and then Vivian trapped in the glass dome. 

“Bruce!” Vivian got up and pressed her hands on the glass.

She's gone thin since he last saw her. They weren't taking care of her.

Catwoman took Valerie from Bruce and momentarily left the room to hand her to one of the Robins outside, then closed the door once she was inside. Glancing at Vivian's way, Catwoman inched closer to her without catching suspicion from the others.

“You heard her. Are you finally finished with this Batman obsession?” Thomas Wayne questioned Bruce.

He kept silent.

“I have your family. You city. You wife. Is that enough? Will you finally stop?”

Silence.

“IS IT DONE?!” Thomas exclaimed.

Bruce was silent for a time, thinking of his words. Then he turned to Vivian, his source of strength for these past few days. The thought of her was what got him back to his feet and back to shape to wear the cape and cowl once again. 

“It's never over,” he said, his gaze never leaving Vivian. “There is no progress. You will never stop, and neither will I.”

Thomas Wayne got up from his seat, eraged with Bruce's answer and punched his son across the face, over and over, until Bruce was on the floor. “Bane is broken and in a coma at Arkham. Carmine Falcone is dead. Take off the mask. Go to your wife and child. Settle into a life of warmth and peace. lIsten to a man. To your father, who chose what you chose. Who suffered the consequences of being this Bat. This horror. For once in your damn life, listen. Do what I should have done.” Thomas pointed at Vivian's direction. “Choose her! Be with her! Give up the cowl and choose her! Don't wait for her to walk out that door!”

Bruce turned to Vivian and saw the determined look on her face, then to Cat whose foot has brushed over the circle line. Breaking it.

“Stay down, don!” Thomas bellowed at him.

“Viv,” Batman spoke. 

“Yes, my love?” Vivian got up, her eyes glowing gold. 

“Break the chains.”

Placing her hand on the glass, Vivian whispered the spell, “Hsa ot hsa, tsud ot tsud.” The glass broke to dust, and Vivian fell to the ground, finally feeling the earth.

“NO!” Thomas was about to attack Catwoman but Vivian was fast and with her magic conjured whips of gold that brought the man down to the ground. “You… how did you…”

“Catwoman,” Vivian called for her.

Catwoman bent down to Thomas’ level and explained, “leaving me with the Ventriloquist and Viv wasn't the best idea you had. The most powerful weapon controlled by the only person he can't control. Because no one controls Wesker. No one but… Scarface,” she revealed the doll's eye in her palm. 

“How…” 

“A little bird dropped it for me” Vivian spoke.

The trinket! Thomas realized.

From the background, they heard Scarface speak as if coming from the eye: “Wesker, you two bit’ nothin’! I told youse, she wasn't goin’ to give me back if you…”

“Where do you think the Doll's been this whole time after Batman took him?” Vivian said. 

“You!” Thomas sneered at Wesker.

“C-can I h-have h-him n-now?” Wesker asked.

“WESKER!” Thomas broke from Vivian's hold and charged at Wesker, but Batman was fast and punched him to the ground, and held him down. 

“Stay down!” Bruce told the man.

“You win, I'm done,” Thomas chuckled, breathlessly. “My good boy… though I pushed. I pushed so hard, you would not fall. I should have known… you are a Wayne… and Waynes we rise!” he pointed at gun at Bruce's face. When he saw Vivian about to cast a spell to save Bruce, Thomas pressed the gun at her husband's temple and held him by the neck. “You’re a fool. You're both fools! I GAVE YOU WHAT I NEVER HAD! A CHANCE WITH HER!” HE scolded Bruce. “I SHOWED YOU THE USELESSNESS OF THE MASK! I'VE LIVED IN PAIN SO YOU… YOU COULD HAVE HAPPINESS! I SHOWED YOU! YOU ARE NOT BATMAN!”

“After the alley, the pearls,” Bruce began. “I was a child that… I thought that was the end. I was at the end. I went to kill myself with a knife. Instead, I took a vow. I killed myself with a vow. I was on my knees. I swear to the spirits of my parents to avenge their deaths by spending the rest of my life warring on all criminals. I lived by that vow. I was that vow. I was Batman!” 

He paused as he looked at Vivian who was being helped by Selina to keep standing. She was still weak after being trapped in that dome for months now. “I am no longer a child. Life is ont a trap you make when you're ten and you're hurting. Life is a choice you make everyday. Every damn day. I chose her. I chose to be with her, to be alive with her. I chose happiness. I chose family. And I chose Batman. And not once did I regret it. And neither did she!” Bruce threw his head back and hit his father's face, freeing him from the man's grasp.

Bruce went straight to Vivian and held her in his arms, and away from the gun. 

“I killed a universe,” Thomas recovered from the blow. “I killed so many, I burned the city… for you! And you're still… you… Bruce. My boy. When will you finally listen to your father?”

“I want you to know. I listened. I heard all of it. I know you. What you did and I want you to know… I need you to understand you're not my father!” Bruce threw the last punch, and this time Thomas fell to the ground unconscious. 

“It's over,” said Selina. “So, what are you going to do with him?”

“I'll take him back to his world,” Vivian said. “And I'll make sure he never comes back here.”

“How?”

“Give him good dreams, Viv,” Bruce told him.

Kneeling beside him where he watched Thomas Wayne, Vivian held her husband's hand and said, “he was a horrible man, driven to madness by grief… as much as I want to cause him pain… I can't.” 

“You have a good heart, Vivian… even to those who hurt you.”

“I'll give him what he wants. What he's bled and killed for. I'll let him sleep dreaming of his family. Of the life he wanted for him and for you.”

Wrapping his arm around her, Bruce placed a kiss on Vivian’s forehead.

~ Many Months Later ~

The rebuilding of Wayne Manor took less than a week to finish, but for Gotham it was more than that. It took about a month for the GCPD to capture most of Falcone's men who caused a wreckage across the city, and they still have not captured all. With Carmine Falcone dead, the family was left with no leader, meaning a new era was coming to the crime family and to Gotham, and whoever is chosen by them to lead will determine the future of the city and the threats that Batman will face.

For the Ventriloquist, Wesker remains silent and will not speak of the secrets he learned about the Waynes and Batman, especially when Scarface will be kept under lock and key in the Batcave. For Falcone, he kept to his word that only he would know about the secrets of the Waynes, and he died with that secret too. 

After some time in Arkham, where he was held while Vivian recovered to get the strength she needed to open a portal to his dimension, Thomas Wayne was restrained and gagged but for the time Bruce would visit him as Batman to see how he was. Then, when the time came, Vivian appeared in Thomas’ cell and, with Batman's help, carried him to through the portal to the other dimension, and laid the man on the bed of his son's bedroom. There, she placed him in a deep slumber where he would dream of the life he fought for. A life he wanted to have for him and for Bruce.

That was the last time they will ever see him. And the last time Thomas Wayne ever smiled and slept peacefully. 

Lying on the hammock in the garden, Vivian held Valerie in her arms and lets her play with her hair. 

“Got more room there?” Bruce asked as he approached them.

“I'm sure this thing can hold us,” Vivian tried to sit up and give him more room. Bruce easily maneuvered to join his wife and daughter in the hammock with one foot on the ground to swing them to and fro. “How is everything inside?”

Bruce hummed and said: “Jason is helping Alfred with lunch, Damian and the others are preparing the table. He and Tim are figuring out a way to get the table outside without asking for your help. Dick and Cass went to buy some pizza.”

“If they need help, I can help them bring the table out,” Vivian laughed.

“They were insistent. They don't want to disturb you in your recovery.”

Valerie crawled to her father and laid on his chest, and held him tight.

“You know, I was scared that… after what happened she would develop this fear towards the Batman,” Vivian said as she brushed her daughter's hair. “I don't want her to fear the Batman.”

“Thomas said that the Vivian in his world… he and her were familiar with one another, but after that confrontation in the library, I know that that familiarity is more than that… he loved her.”

“Bruce…”

“The Vivian from his world left him because he won't give up the cowl, and as soon as she did she was killed. Died in a car accident… he said to me that I was pressing my luck with you, that if I don't stop this now, then you'll leave me too.”

Vivian sighed and had him look at her. “I told Thomas Wayne that the reason why the Vivian from his world left wasn't because he won't give up the cape, but because of what he does with it… I came to Gotham in search of a new start, something that is far from death. The difference between you and Thomas Wayne is your code. You bring hope to people, Bruce. You care. And that's why you don't have to be scared about the thought of me leaving you because I'm not.

“I'm with you until the end. I live for the code and the mission you have… I stayed because of you. Because of the man that you are and for this kind heart. And I have accepted you as both Batman and Bruce Wayne.”

Bruce leaned down and kissed her lips. “I love you, Viv. I love you so much.”

Vivian smiled and caressed his cheek. “I love you too, Bruce. So much.”

She kissed him again and held his arm tight.

“Augh! Come on, not here and not in front of Val! Geez!” Dick took Valerie from the hammock where she was watching her parents with curious eyes.

“Dick!” Valerie cheered.

“We're sorry,” Vivian laughed and broke away from the kiss, but Bruce kept close to her and kissed her cheek and her temple, and just held her tight. “Is everyone here?”

“Just about,” Selina appeared, coming out of the kitchen with her cold drink. “I also brought something for us,” she waved the wine. “Oh, and a kiddie drink for Bat.”

Bruce hummed in annoyance at the teasing. 

“Where is the table?” Jason called out. “Hey, you said you'll get it out!” 

“We're trying!” said Damian.

Sighing, Vivian snapped her fingers and the table magically appeared outside with the chairs, plates, and utensils. All that was left was the food.

“We had it,” Damian grumbled as he left the kitchen.

“Thanks, Viv,” said Tim.

Bruce was the first to get out of the hammock and then pulled Vivian with him. 

“I don't think he'll ever understand,” said Bruce. 

Vivian hummed in question. 

“That I can be Batman and be happy. That I can wear the cape and still have you all… I am happy, Viv.”

“You know, he asked me the same question too.”

“And?”

“He asked if my life is perfect, and if I was happy. I said that my life is far from perfect, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I am happy, Bruce. The happiest that I can be. You make me happy.”

Smiling, Bruce leaned down and kissed her again, earning groans of displeasure for their children and a smirk from Selina.

“Let's go be with our family, Batman.”

“I'm right beside you, Professor.”

[king-crawler]

The Disney villain book i ordered 3 weeks ago finally came and the sleeve was oily and chafed but at least I get the fabled single paragraph of King Candy insight

this is truly a game changer

And ralf

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Page 166: Disney Villains: Delightfully Evil.

KING CANDY - WRECK-IT RALPH.

RELEASE DATE: November 2, 2012.

DIRECTOR: Rich Moore.

VOICE TALENT: Alan Tudyk.

ANIMATOR: Zach Parrish.

"Everyone should have known with a pass code like UP, UP, DOWN, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, B, A, START that this sugary-sweet king was not on the up-and-up. Who in the gaming world doesn't know that cheat code?! King Candy is the ruler of Sugar Rush, a video game made of everything sweet to eat, or as a wise Wreck- It Ralph sees it, a "candy-coated heart of darkness.' " But Sugar Rush was not always such a dark place; it was once a happy kingdom where Princess Vanellope von Schweetz ruled until an evil racer from a game called Turbo Time messed with her code and took her game for his own. The biggest shock? King Candy and that villainous racer known as Turbo are one and the same. Alan Tudyk, the voice of King Candy, said he had imagined King Candy to be a much bigger character, size-wise, and found it really funny that he was actually such a small man."

“Portrait of King Candy. Artist: Clay Loftis. Medium: Digital."

“Final Frames of Turbo from Wreck-It Ralph (2012)”

"Concept art of Turbo. Artist: Jim Kim. Medium: digital."

Page 184: Disney Villains: Delightfully Evil.

WRECK-IT RALPH - Wreck-It Ralph.

RELEASE DATE: November 2, 2012.

DIRECTOR: Rich Moore.

VOICE TALENT: John C. Reilly

ANIMATOR: Nik Ranieri

“Wreck-It Ralph is a "bad guy" who has been forced to spend every day for the last thirty years trying to destroy the apartment building that took his home away and to thwart Fix-It Felix from fixing everything Ralph wrecks. After "wrecking" the thirtieth anniversary celebration of his game, Ralph decides to go on a quest to earn a medal and prove to everyone, including himself, that he can be a good guy and do good things. In an interview with the Los Angeles Times, director Rich Moore said that the idea for Wreck-It Ralph came when he was asked by Walt Disney Animation Studios to revamp an idea they had been working on for a while: a movie that takes place in a video game. "Video game characters do the same job every day," said Moore. "I don't know how you could tell a story about that, and then it kind of hits me. ... What if the main character did not like his job? If you had a character who is actually wondering: Is this all there is to life?" "

Concept Art of Vanellope and Ralph. Artist: Bill Schwab. Medium: digital.

Page 185: Disney Villains: Delightfully Evil.

Story sketches of Ralph. Artist: Jim Kim. Medium: Graphite

Final character pose of Ralph.

Final frame of ralph with the Bad-Anon support group from Wreck-It Ralph, 2012.

“Bad-Anon-One Game at a Time

"I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be than me."

-The Bad Guy Affirmation

Evervone needs a little help from their friends, even if their friends are a group of "bad guys." Bad-Anon is a place where the who's who of gaming bad guys can meet and talk about their feelings and what it is like to always be the one everyone loves to beat. Here are some of the familiar faces from the video games of the 1980s and 1990s.”

Bowser--King Koopa from Super Mario Bros.

Clyde--Ghost from Pac-Man.

Dr. Robotnik- -as himself from Sonic the Hedgehog.

Kano--as himself from Mortal Kombat.

M. Bison--as himself from Street Fighter.

Neff-as himself from Altered Beast.

Zangief-Red Cyclone from the Street Fighter series.

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[g0ry0re0]

Josh Futturman (Future Man, 2017, TV Show) - Headcanons

Description: [18+ MDNI] AU where the reader experiences the show's events with Tiger, Wolf, and Josh. This takes place at the end/after the show where you and Josh live together as a couple. / Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

General Notes: Established Relationship, Reader Show Insert, Slight Spoilers For The Ending Of Future Man, Gender Neutral Reader, Romantic Headcanons, Sexual Headcanons Mixed In, No Use Of Y/N, Slight Cursing

Author's Note: Needed to do some headcanons to fill the JHutch void on Tumblr right now, and to get myself back into writing actual fics lol. Also, I can't believe this is only the second thing I've done for my baby boy, Futturman. I love him so much. Hope y'all enjoy! <3

Word Count/Bullet Point Count: 523 Words/30 Bullet Points

You and Josh road trip from Iowa back to California soon after stopping the existence of time travel

You find yourselves doing odd jobs to keep yourself afloat, Josh often doing cleaning jobs

Y'all find a dingy little apartment on the outskirts of L.A.

Despite the smallness of the shitty apartment, you and Josh declared that you didn't need that much anyway, as long as you had each other

Josh definitely gets back into gaming once you come to terms with being stuck in the 2000s

He particularly enjoys Street Fighter EX3 and Tekken Tag Tournament on the PS2 (until Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy 10 come out in the next few years)

You also acquire a Gamecube system once it comes out the next year

You liked playing Pikmin and Mario Kart: Double Dash together (you always played as Luigi to spite him)

You both also try to get into taking care of small plants

There's a lot of dead plants on your kitchen windowsill

Though, Josh has the first flower you ever grew together pressed and hung in your bedroom

After everything that happened, Josh is pretty clingy

When you wake up in the morning, Josh does not leave your side

Whether you're making breakfast, coffee, or just trying to get ready, Josh is practically attached to your hip

He gets especially clingy at night when you two make dinner together and watch a movie y'all rented from Blockbuster

He likes to cuddle A LOT, which can often lead to some more intimate activities

After the events at Haven, Josh was a little nervous about sparking any private moments between you two

But, after the first time together, he quickly got over it

He was worried he would hurt you at first too, but the things you went through in the past few "however-much-time-has-passed", you showed that you can take a little pain

He loves how good you take him, as if you two were made for each other

Unless Josh gets pissed for some reason, he is a definite sub

His favorite position is having you on top in any way, shape, or form

Josh is a sucker for pleasuring his partner, first and foremost, to where he can nearly get himself off just thinking about it

Besides being sexually intimate, you both just love physical contact in general

Josh loves taking you out on little dates, taking you to his favorite places in L.A. (sometimes forgetting what year it is and finding out that place doesn't exist yet)

Josh especially loves taking you to Little Tokyo and the Arts District

Josh also loves when music he enjoys is released and he can finally listen to it again (instead of humming it to himself in the shower)

Same goes for films, he really enjoys being able to go to the theaters to experience it for the "first time" with other people. especially the Marvel movies later on

When Josh observed his parents for the first time, he cried

The last time Josh visited his parents, you took him away with the promise of a picnic in the park before his dad could say anything to him

Masterlist Link

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Gif: marlosrph on tumblr

[mikachacha]

𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: Bada found herself being head over heels with you, a single mother. She wants to be there not only for you but for your daughter as well.

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, language, a bit of angst but this is fluff I swear

(A/N: was supposed to make this sexy but i couldn't resist the idea of Bada with kids 😭😭)

🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸

Bada sighed as she was driving home. It's 3 am and it's raining a little bit. She just got done with some last preparation for the competition and couldn't help but think about crashing at your place since it's much closer than her's but she also didn't want to wake you up. You've been taking care of your daughter the whole day then she'd wake you up at 3 am just so she could crash at your place. But then again, she doesn't have any other options left. The rain is picking up and she's getting more and more drowsy so she drove to your place, hoping you wouldn't get mad at her for going there so early.

As she was driving, her mind drifted to you. Bada met you two years ago. You're working at a café near JustJerk and you always have your daughter with you. She found it adorable and just really inspiring at how hard you worked but also having to take care of a small child all at once. If someone told Bada that she'd be head over heels with a single mother two years ago, she'd probably laugh at them and what they're saying is ridiculous but right now, all Bada wants is to see you and just hold you close to her.

When she got to your house, she only had to knock twice before you opened the door. She knew immediately that you were crying because of how puffy your eyes looked. You didn't have to say anything, she just engulfed you in a hug. You felt comfort being wrapped in Bada's arms. You didn't expect her to really take you seriously before. You're already second hand by society's standard. Used up, with a child but no husband in sight. So when Bada proved to you that she is more than serious about what she feels for you, you thanked all of your lucky stars for giving you someone who is gentle, who is loving and amazing to be there for you and your daughter.

"What's wrong? Why were you crying?" Bada asked as both of you sat on the couch. You sighed and just rested your head on your shoulder, contemplating whether you should tell Bada or not. You know she's tired from preparing for Street Woman Fighter, you didn't want to dump all your problems to her as she's already got a lot on her plate at the moment.

"It's nothing, baby.. Go get changed and get some rest. It's already 3 am. I'm sure you're tired that's why you drove here.." you averted the topic which made Bada frown but decided not to push it and make you upset. Bada slept beside you and just held you close to her the whole time, letting you know that you're not alone and that she's always there for you.

It was hard for you to trust anyone again after your husband divorce you, just two years after you had your daughter Hana. There were lots who wanted to date you but you couldn't bring yourself to even consider going out with them because you're scared they only wanted you for your body or they'd just hurt you or your daughter, just like your ex husband did. You also didn't want your daughter to be heartbroken again by seeing someone then they ended up leaving you. With all that, you never expected that you'd end up with Bada but she persisted. She proved to you for two years that she's not going anywhere, that she wants to stay in yours and Hana's life. Bada didn't really give up even when you push her away repeatedly and now here you are, happy to be with each other. Bada became your safe space while you and Hana became her biggest inspiration to persevere and to work harder.

Morning came and Hana excitedly ran to your room like she always does everyday. Your four year old daughter then saw Bada sleeping next to you and you smiled as she crawled in bed between you and Bada, giggling while giving you a morning kiss before giving one to Bada as well. It's always a great day for Hana when Bada is around because she feels like she's got a complete family. She'd even tell her friends proudly that she's got two moms now which Bada found incredibly touching as Hana considers her a family now.

"Good morning, little princess.." Bada greets and kisses Hana's forehead which makes your daughter giggle even more and hug yours and Bada's arms.

"Good morning! This is the best morning ever! Though you didn't wake me up when you came home. Badddd!" Hana pouted and you laughed, ruffling your daughter's hair playfully. She always gets all pouty when she doesn't see Bada come home.

"Bada's way too sleepy last night, baby.. I had to drag her out of her car and to bed." you joked and Bada played along by pretending to snore loudly. The bedroom was filled with laughter and it made your heart swell with joy knowing that even though you already have a daughter, there's still someone who's gonna love you with everything they've got.

[katsona-the-katsequel]

(Apologies for the awkwardness) I remember a AU with the Wildcards that I was curious about your take on it. From what I remember, it’s been awhile, this AU is a type of Velvet Room AU. Where the Wildcards are meant to replace the servants of Philemon who resided in the room, including Igor, Nameless, Belladonna, and Demon Painter. I cannot remember who they placed with who I think Yu was Igor. (I admit I don’t know much about Persona before Persona 4 and some of Persona 3, so I didn’t know who the others were, only Igor) I was curious on your take if you don’t mind.

I know the AU you're talking about!

Strap in, bois, this is going to get long.

First, we need to establish who's replacing who. Newsona is easy: just swap the assistant with the guest. Bada-bim, bada-bam. It was Oldsona that caused some trouble. Also, do I want Igor to go first because of seniority or go in order of the swapped story that makes the most sense for him? In the end, I went for this order:

Igor -> Aigis (only it was moved first in this AU)

Demon Painter -> Naoya

Nameless -> Tatsuya

Belladonna -> Maya

Elizabeth/Theodore -> Minato/Kotone

Margaret -> Yu

Lavenza -> Akira

Maybe there's a Jose and Akechi swap? Or maybe with Morgana? Not sure about that one yet. The thing about Nameless and Belladonna is that they don't share much about themselves, but since they're a package deal, I swapped them with the other package deal here.

I could have swapped Phil with someone but he's an important Jenga piece that I can't move. If I did, it would be one of three: Tamaki, Tatsuya or Jun (maybe an AU where Phil and Nyarly swap with Tatsuya and Jun? But today is for the assistants only). For now, let's stick to only the main protags.

Also, to have some extra fun imagine that instead of Frankenstein-inspired names the attendants now have Dracula-inspired names. Y'know, cause they were changed into something else for the sake of this AU. For the sake of simplicity I'm going to keep calling them by their normal, Japanese names, tho.

Igor & Aigis

I don't even have to create an arc here. They're both man(?)-made beings created to serve a specific purpose who have questioned their humanity. Even Igor made a reference to it! Maybe this AU would feature Igor's creator more, and though Phil is the one who gave him life, we cannot forget about the theory that it was Dr. Victor who created him. Not the Frankenstein book version, the SMT version whose immortal. I'm going with that.

Igor's arc would replace Tamaki's adventure in SMT: if..., which would give me an excuse to add Dr. Victor in the first place. And what would you know? Aigis has a Plume of Dusk, which gives her a deeper connection with the CU and would allow Phil to teach her the deep primordial magicks or whatever it is he uses.

As I mentioned before, the "human or machine" arc is mostly the same, only less friendship and more Lovecraftian. It has to be to be this early in the timeline.

Demon Painter & Naoya

Just imagine the Demon Painter has a proper human name, ok?

I believe Kazuma Kaneko's stand-in deserves to become the First Proper Persona Protag in this AU. The funny thing about him is that, unlike the other attendants, he's 100% human. He just wanted to paint the Arcana! And after that he leaves! So Naoya gets to stay as a human too.

In this AU the Demon Painter left Sumaru for Mikage-cho to try to escape an artist's block. There, he became Maki's art tutor, being willing to teach her even while she's in the hospital. He's very dedicated to his craft. The Demon Painter would be in the hospital when the earthquake strikes, running into the St. Hermelin kids who'd gone to check on Maki, and the plot would start.

Maybe Naoya would incorporate some arcade dynamics during the copying of the cards? Imagine getting into the Velvet Room and there's a guy playing Street Fighters in the corner, lol. He leaves after getting the perfect score.

Nameless & Tatsuya / Belladonna & Maya

I'm putting this two together.

I know its redundant, but I have no way of fitting Nameless and Belladonna into the plot unless they were Lisa, Michel and Jun's teachers. Belladonna can play mom, that's fine.

Attendant!Tatsuya doesn't have an arm here. It was replaced by a golden version Hand of Midas style. In turn, Nyarlathotep's brand covers Nameless eyes, affecting his perception instead of his actions.

Belladonna would go through trial after trial of people and higher beings trying to silence her for some prophecy. Maybe Maya's pep talks could translate as inspiring poems in the Velvet Room? Maybe??? Tatsuya still plays the guitar, though not an electric one.

I almost forgot to mention, but the Demon Painter, Nameless and Belladonna would have different Arcanas than Naoya, Tatsuya and Maya. I would need to write their arcs to figure out what they would be since they have so little personality, but they would definitely be different.

Elizabeth/Theodore & Minato/Kotone

Now that Aigis is the Igor stand-in, she can play favorites with her attendants and allow Minato AND Kotone to get away with anything. That's right. This AU means they get to exist at the same time. Hooray!

Bad news, Elizabeth/Theodore is an orphan. Igor would also return, having been recruited by the Kirijo Group due to his knowledge of the supernatural. Now that I think about it, Elizabeth/Theodore would have been teenagers when the Moonlight Bridge Incident happened, so they would remember more of it. Maybe that would explain Elizabeth's weirdness and Theodore's more meek personality in this AU. Hard to be normal when you remember having something-that-feels-dead inside you.

And yes, this means Igor fought Ryoji. It was a less physical and more magical fight.

Margaret & Yu

Margaret looks adult-age. She would have moved to Inaba out of her own volition. Here, she's Dojima's estranged sister. Think of it like the city-girl protagonist of a Hallmark movie, only instead of a small town lover and the miracle of Christmas she finds some gay kids and a murder mystery. These things happen. She is now the mom-friend who sometimes doubles as the wine-aunt.

At least Yu gets to ride the limo full-time.

Lavenza & Akira

Lavenza's story would steer more towards child rebellion. All about the helplesness of children about the injustices around them. Actually, kind of like Matilda.

I'm loosing steam and can't think about how Akira would be split in this AU by Yaldy, so we'll leave it here.

[greattigerssimp]

heyyy!! how about some headcanons for the punch out gang going to a cosplay convention? :3

Omg YESS on it, bestie!

✨️Boxers at a cosplay convention✨️ (no box-con tho-)

(Yes they've all got a video game theme going on with their cosplays-)

Glass Joe 🇫🇷 🥐

- Is cosplaying as Pit (Kid Iccarus)

- Keeps getting his wings stuck against random shit, and he eventually took them off

- Chaffed in his outfit

- Was sad he didn't meet any of his favorite French authors or playwrights... although he really shouldn't lmao it's a cosplay con, Joe

Von Kaiser 🇩🇪 🔩

- Is cosplaying as Snake (Metal Gear Solid)

- Joe stayed close to him the entire time, adoring his outfit

- Fixed the convention speakers after Disco Kid broke them

- He's keeping the outfit for next year, it's too perfect and bad ass lol

Disco Kid 🇺🇲 🕺

- Cosplaying as squid kid (Splatoon)

- Blasted the Splatoon OST throughout the entire event until the convention speaks broke

- Otherwise, he manly hung around a group of fellow Splatoon fans and played a few rounds with them

- Literally forgot he was a famous boxer who had fans to greet

King Hippo 🏝 🦛

- Cosplaying as King K Rool (Donkey Kong)

- Destroyed the catering at the event

- Younger cosplayers who like King Hippo would happily climb onto his stomach for pictures

Piston Hondo 🇯🇵🍣

- Left relatively happy, even after Aran yelled at him

- Cosplaying as Ryu (street fighter)... and he's literally just going as himself-

Bear Hugger 🇨🇦 🐻

- Is much more comfortable greeting fans that come up to him than wandering the convention

- He and Heike have their own booth at the convention

- Although one time Hondo did stray in order to meet some Japanese VA he recognized... and to watch the video game contest.

- He won the video game contest

- Cosplaying as Star Fox... he's not pulling it off.

Great Tiger 🇮🇳 🐅

- His body shape sadly doesn't support his choice, so most people think he's just a random fox character

- Participated in the video game contest and lost badly

- Is cosplaying as Inceniroar

Don Flamenco 🇪🇸 🥀

- Is wayyyy too into the role... he's meowing in public lmao

- His clones went as the other Alolan starters

- Puts on a little magic show halfway through the day where he and his clones replicate a pokemon battle

- Made $50 off of his show

- Had the best view of the video game contest

- Cosplaying as Link

- Carmen invited herself along, and she's cosplaying as Zelda

- Wanted to participate in the video game contest, but Carmen said no

- Keeps getting recognized by his *freaky* fans, much to his annoyance

Aran Ryan 🇮🇪 😈

- Had a midday fight with Carmen over their cosplays, which ended in him getting forced out of the event

- Cosplaying as a hammer bro

Soda Popinski 🇷🇺 🍾

- Chucking random hammers at fans

- Placed glue on Joe's makeshift wings to annoy him

- Scaring away the fellow Mario cosplayers

- Bullied Hippo in seething anger after he devoured all of the catering

- Got kicked out later after Don and Carmen left the convention

- Cosplaying as Samus Aran (Metroid)

Bald Bull 🇹🇷 🐂

- Feeling out of place and anxious

- Luckily, Macho Man is there to snap selfies with him to feel better

- Participated in the video game contest and was doing well until his monitor got broken by a hammer

Super Macho Man 🇺🇸 🌊

- Cosplaying as Bowser (Mario)

- Shockingly very into bowser, until the paparazzi came in

- Annoyed by Macho Man's paparazzi... killed one of them at some point.

- Didn't give a damn about the video game contest

- Cosplaying as uhhh idk Mega Man (idk I'm getting writers block ;-; )

Mr Sandman 🟢💤

- He's taking shirtless selfie after the event

- His paparazzi invaded the event and they won't stop recognizing the other boxers

- Doing absolutely horrendous at the video game contest

- Not cosplaying as anything

- At his own booth, giving out autographs to fans

- He secretly wants to join the video game contest... but he's obligated to stay where he was.

- Left the convention disappointed-

[rainbowxspooky]

How to teach a dumbass billiards 101

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guess who wrote another street fighter fic at 3:00am? :3 anywho this fic's gonna be a littleeee different since i stepped out of my comfort zone this time and did an actual story! [ngl i feel like sm things could've been better- BUT HEYYY WE'RE GETTING THERE] also in case it wasn't clear...ed x rashid cause why not :3 plus it's one of my favorite ships😁 but ye enough talk! hope you guys enjoy this one!

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It was a late night in Metro City, the sky was pitch black with small balls of light shining in the void. Most people don’t go out and about in Metro City, unless you're one of those partygoers or a part of some gang…or you're one of the two people who seem to be complete opposites, those two were none other than Ed and Rashid. The two street fighters were hanging out at some arcade. The arcade itself wasn’t too bad; it was just really flashy with some of its decor and games. The whole place had an obnoxious club vibe with all the neon and people around…or at least that’s what Ed thought. He kept on mumbling about how much the colors were in his words “a damn eyesore”, Rashid brushed off Ed’s pessimism and told him to “give the place a chance”. Rashid said he found it a while back thanks to one of his viewers. Or at least, that’s what the boxer had heard, to be honest…ed wasn’t paying much attention to the bubbly streamer, instead he had his mind set on how much he REALLY didn’t want to be here right now…oh, and the billiard game he had in front of him. The blonde wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for his dumbass streamer friend. At first, the two spent most of their time messing with a few of the arcade games, but after a while, it got kinda boring to the boxer. The two were currently stuck at some claw machine that may or may not have been a scam. As Rashid was stuck on getting the lopsided stuffed animal (Ed couldn’t tell what the damned thing looked like…maybe some twisted version of a bear). After a few tries the blonde couldn’t help but find himself bored and unamused at the endless attempts Rashid made. “You sure you don’t wanna quit or somethin’?..” Ed spoke up as he failed to sound less annoyed than he already was. Rashid must have not noticed Ed’s tone, because he soon responded with a small “nuh uh” under his breath. “I can’t quit now! If I do…someone’s going to take away the lil’ guy”. Ed rolled his eyes, he couldn’t believe this idiot would rather spend his time getting some messed up thing than wasting his time on arcade games…WITH HIM!!!

Ed sighed as he watched the streamer gain more failed attempts, however, his eyes would soon land on something else that would pick up his interest…

A lone pool table, standing across the other eye-sore machines, seemed to be in good shape, better than the one he has back at the neo shadaloo base. Ed looked back at Rashid…then at the pool table, surely Rashid wouldn’t mind if he ditched him for a few rounds, right? “M’ headin’ off, have fun with…whatever the fuck that is,” Rashid gave Ed a small “mhm” as he focused on getting the “toy”. 

Ed left the idiot to his devices and went over to the pool table to properly set it up, he made sure the balls were stuck together in the rack, then when he was confident that the balls were clumped together, took out the rack, afterwards he placed the cue ball right below the cluster of balls. The thing left to do was to get a cue stick, which wasn’t hard for the edgy blonde to pick out. Ed made his way to the middle and got in stance, he leaned in close, positioned the stick at the cue ball with precision, took extra time planning out the shot in his head, and…

.    .    !

Made his shot, making all the balls scattered around the table. He then made his way to where the cue ball was to make another shot, as the boxer shot the balls into the pockets, his mind was on something else…or rather someone else. 

Ed didn’t know why Rashid suddenly popped into his head this time…or the many other times before that. It’s not like he had a crush, hell no, far from it. That shit sounds ridiculous, the lone boxer and some over the top streamer…together…the thought made Ed let out a small “tch” as he hit another ball into the pocket. The more Ed gave in to the idea of him and Rashid being a thing, the more he denied it. There was just no way someone as friendly and charismatic as Rashid could get together with some jackass like him, it was just impossible.

But now wasn’t the time to think about stupid thoughts like that, right now he had a game to focus on. Ed leaned in just a little bit to hit this last ball, all he had to do was time the shot just right and he would be able to- 

“Whatcha doing? :3” The streamer’s voice caught Ed off guard, making him miss the cue ball by an inch. He honestly didn’t hear Rashid coming near him, the little shithead made him jump a bit… “Tch, you made me miss my shot, dumbass…” Ed grumbled under his breath as he readjusted his stance. “My bad, i just wanted to see how your little game was going” Rashid chuckled a bit as he made his way next to his blonde comrade who was focused on the game. “T’ was fine till your ass made me miss” Ed shot back at his “friend” as he managed to shoot the 8-ball into the pocket, finishing the first round. “Awww, are you that salty over your shot?” Rashid teased lightly, making Ed roll his eyes as he set up the next game. 

As Rashid watched, he decided to humor his boxer friend with an interesting question. “Could…you maybe teach me how to play?”. This made Ed freeze, he knew Rashid was probably messing with him…unless-

“What happened to getting that thing you wanted earlier?” Ed questioned the brunette as he racked all the balls. “Eh..I gave up, plus that stuffed pal wasn’t worth it…even though it was super adorable.” Rashid smirked at his clever sarcasm. Ed gave Rashid his signature deadpan face as he took away the rack, “You and I both know that thing looked hideous as shit.” Ed sighed as he placed the cue ball. “Well…” Rashid paused, making the blonde turn his attention towards him “I still wanna learn how to play, that is…if you’ll do the honors of teaching me?” Rashid gave Ed a pleading smile. Ed gave the idea some thought, on one hand, he could totally tell the dumbass to fuck off and play one of the DDR machines he saw earlier…on the other hand, he couldn’t help but shake off what could happen if he missed his chance to get closer to the idiot. After some back and forth, Ed let out a small sigh and handed him the cue stick, “Y’ better be serious about what you said”  Ed pushed the cue stick into Rashid’s hands, making the brunette chuckle. “Don’t worry…i’m being 100% serious here, i promise I’ll be a good student” Rashid gave the blonde his classic wink, ‘cute.’ Ed thought, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from giving Rashid a hard time. “Hmph…we’ll see” Ed mumbled as he guided Rashid to the center of the table.

“M’ kay, the main goal is to get all the balls in those holes” Ed points to the pockets, “you wanna save the 8-ball for last tho”. Rashid nods and tries to get in the stance Ed was in earlier, ”So if I hit the 8-ball early on in the game…it’s over, right?”. Ed nods as he watches Rashid carefully “Mhm, you wanna make your shots count each time you play” Ed smirks “So don’t screw up, dumbass”. Rashid playfully rolls his eyes as he tries to fix his aim, he goes for the shot and…

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He misses!  “Ahaha…whoops!” Rashid tries to laugh at his garbage shot, Ed lets out a small sigh “Tch…didn’t like that lameass shot you made.”  Rashid rolled his eyes a bit and he got in stance again “Oh come on dude! Cut me some slack!!” Ed shook his head and gave the brunette his deadpan face “Just don’t pull that stunt again. I’m supposed to be teachin’ you so don’t think I’ll go easy on you” Rashid doesn’t take Ed’s warning seriously as he takes his time with the stance. This time, he hits the cue ball! But his stance ends up being off by the end. As the game continued, Rashid managed to screw up almost every shot he missed, whether that’d be thanks to his stance or aim or overall knowledge of the game, Ed being the awesome teacher he is, calls Rashid out on his mistake…kinda brutally. But despite Ed telling Rashid that “his stance is throwing off his aim” or “an infant could make better shots than you” he still tried his best to help the streamer out and even gave him tips that helped Rashid improve. Slowly, Rashid gets better at the game, he doesn’t become a pro but he does end up being better than he was before, Ed would give Rashid a nod or an approving “hmph” each time he made a shot. Ed still thought that Rashid kinda sucked, but that didn’t matter to him right now…what mattered was that he was spending some time with someone he…tolerated. 😏 

At last…Rashid finally makes it to the last ball…the 8-ball. Rashid takes a breath as he leaned in and got in stance, Ed watches from the side, taking notes in his mind as he sees Rashid land this last shot.

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Or tries too, Ed can see Rashid is still having some trouble with his stance. After a bit, the blonde sighs and decides to give his idiot a hand, “keep this up and you’re gonna make a fool outta yourself…and i’ll laugh my ass off if you do” Ed comes up behind the streamer. Rashid pays no attention to this and continues to aim, “Oh shush…i almost got this one, trust me”. As Rashid struggles more, Ed rolls his eyes and decides to step in. “Mhm..sure you do…” Ed leans onto Rashid’s frame and helps him get into the correct stance. The brunette froze as he felt Ed’s chest against his back and his cold hands run through his arms, gently guiding them in place. The cold hands (and closeness)  gave Rashid chills, Ed just chuckles against him as stays close to Rashid  “Y’ should really lean in more…you’d have less trouble with your shots if you do” Ed backs away from Rashid and gives him some space. This…left Rashid in a blushing state, the poor streamer didn’t know how to respond to that. Rashid always had a small crush on Ed but this intensified it by like…100% percent! Rashid took a breath and focused on his shot…sure he always found Ed to be…cute. Like when he’s pissed off, or when he’s fighting off a group of thugs, or even when he’s rambling about that trading card series he likes. Despite their personalities clashing with each other, Rashid always liked Ed for how different he was…There was a lot of things Rashid liked about Ed, his strength, his looks, his drive, his bare chest- 

Rashid glanced back at Ed, then back at the pool table, should he really throw the game just because Ed threw him off? 

.   .   .

Rashid sighed, oh well he thought, he never really cared about the game anyway.

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He just wanted to spend time with someone he liked.

Ed just stared at Rashid as he “missed” his shot, being slightly pissed at his efforts to teach going to waste. He marched up to the streamer and poked his chest, “Th’ hell was that for?! You could’ve made the shot ya dunce.” Rashid just laughed off his failures like it was nothing

.  .  .

He always found it kinda hot when Ed was pissed off…

“Hey, um..” Rashid leans in close enough to Ed's face, giving him a small hint on what he was gonna do next. Ed was completely oblivious to what Rashid was doing, glaring at him as he felt his face heat up, “Tch…th’ hell you think you’re doin’?”. Rashid wasted no time giving Ed a small kiss on the cheek, even though the kiss itself was small, it still made the blonde freeze up and…not punch Rashid in the face. After what felt like forever, Rashid stepped back and let out a soft chuckle, giving Ed a soft gaze “I just…wanted to thank you…for teaching me how to play”. Ed was…speechless to say the least, he didn’t think Rashid would have the balls to get this close to him…or kiss him. “Th’ was…kinda random, not gonna lie…but…” Ed could barely get his sentence out as he felt breathless. He wanted to at least get back at Rashid for catching him off guard, so without warning, he leaned in close to Rashid’s face and enveloped his mouth in a slow kiss. Rashid could feel his face heat up more as he slowly eased into the kiss. After a few seconds, Ed broke the kiss and glanced at Rashid’s face.

Yeah, That kiss was kinda shit, Ed thought to himself as he cringed at what he did, in his defense, he doesn’t get a lot of experience. But judging by the streamer’s expression, that didn’t seem to matter one bit. 

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‘Heh…cute’ he thought, Rashid looked so cute…and out of his mind, just how he pictured, “but yea, your welcome…dumbass” Ed smirked at the brunette with a soft look in his eyes. Rashid just stared at Ed and laughed “Aha…so does this mean you like me?”. Ed froze…that’s what that idiot picked up from this?! How stupid was he…of course he liked him!!!

“Th’ fuck you think?” Rashid chuckled at Ed’s bark, “I think I did a good job catching you off guard” This got a laugh out of Ed, “Like hell you did…ya got lucky Rashid” The brunette wrapped his arm around Ed’s and led him away from the pool table. As the two walked away, Ed spoke up “So what now?” Rashid just shrugged “I dunno…anything really..as long I’m with you” Rashid playfully bumped into Ed. “Tch…that was cheesy.” Ed bumped Rashid back and smirked.

He didn’t want to be here in the arcade, or anywhere really. But as long as he had Rashid with him…he was okay with doing whatever.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello :) just want to say I love your fictions especially your law ones :) Might I ask you to write a fluff about law x crush!reader, where the reader is very bubbly and kind hearted and literally forced herself on laws ship because it was her only option to explore the world. Like she annoys the hell out of law with her bubblyness and boldness but somewhen he realized he has a big fat crush on reader :) I know its very specific but I always saw law with a bubbly flower girl, I think the contrast is cute and somehow law always end up with bold and bubbly characters like luffy and corazon. I think he attracts those kind of people :)

Warnings: none, just fluff

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     Eye twitching, Law watched you skip down the streets. They were in town to let the log pose reset and gather supplies and you were being your usual annoyingly upbeat self. You’d joined the crew relatively recently, but you were a good enough fighter that he’d allowed you to join, despite how peppy and bubbly you were. Still, your constantly upbeat attitude and and bubbly personality seemed to get on his every damned last nerve! He didn’t mind how kind you were. He was a doctor, doctors helped people, even if they weren’t always pleasant. Seeing you be so kind and giving was something he appreciated in a person. What he didn’t like was how you’d actually joined his crew, how bold you were, how peppy you were. Sure, he kept you on the ship and kept you as part of the crew because of your skills, but when you’d originally joined, he’d wanted to use his room to cut you into pieces. You’d started by stowing away onto his ship, only revealing yourself once they were far enough out to sea that they couldn’t sail back and would have to let you stay until the next island. After while, you’d quickly and easily befriended each and every crewmate… to an annoying degree. Once they’d reached the next island, you’d given the saddest, biggest puppy dog eyes as you pleaded with him to stay, when he’d said no, you’d started giving the crew the most tearful goodbyes, telling them how much you’d miss them and how you’d never forget them and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! He wasn’t sure who’d given him the next biggest puppy dog eyes after you, Bepo, Shachi, or Penguin. After much begging on the crew’s part, he’d finally agreed to let you stay, giving you crew duties, rules, and other things you’d need to know. It didn’t take long for him to figure out that you’d wanted to see the world, to experience new things, to do something other than stay on your peaceful little island. Watching you twirl around in the middle of the street, he couldn’t help but sigh, how were you always so happy? Always so cheery and positive? You hadn’t had the traumatic childhood that some people had, sure, but he’d only ever met 1 other person as bright and sunny as you, and that was Luffy. Though to be honest, he didn’t understand why Luffy was so cheery either, but for entirely different reasons. 

     Looking back at Law, you couldn’t help but give him a bright smile as you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, the wind blowing past you. You’d enjoyed being a part of the crew, seeing the world, traveling from place to place. It was a refreshing change of pace and it let you see and experience new things you’d never had the chance to before. Moreover, the crew was kind, sweet, and enjoyable to be around, quickly befriending them. It was somewhat amazing, to be honest, that someone as serious and stoic as Law had a crew as cheery and lively as the Heart Pirates. Though it benefited you, fitting right in with the others and easily getting along with them. While befriending them so you could stay hadn’t been your intention, it had helped a great deal when you’d been trying to convince him to let you join, the crew begging him as well. He seemed to have a soft spot for 3 crewmates in particular, you could only guess that they had a long history together. Dancing down the streets, you couldn’t help but laugh and smile, stopping by the occasional store to buy supplies or look at various clothes or goodies for yourself. You had a few days before the log pose reset, so you’d spend today getting supplies and the next couple of days exploring the island, enjoying the greenery, and doing some personal shopping. Sadly, you knew Law wouldn’t accompany you on such excursions, finding them to be rather frivolous. It was too bad, really, you wished he’d join you, wished you could spend more time with him, despite the personality differences, you really liked him. Yes, you knew you had a crush on him, but you also knew that he didn’t feel the same way about you, so you kept your feelings to yourself.

     The next day surprised you, Law following you as you headed for the outskirts of town. You’d heard of a wonderful field of flowers and wanted to check them out, telling your captain where you’d be in case he needed to find you. He’d sighed, stood up, grabbed his coat, and followed you out. It made no sense! Why had he followed you? Why had he come with you? Not that you were complaining, you enjoyed being around him, but it confused you greatly. Picking a few flowers, you quickly wove 2 flower crowns, placing one on your own head before placing the other over Law’s signature hat, surprising the young man. Had you really just placed a flower crown on him? Why? Why make a flower crown for him? Did he look like the kind of guy who cared about flowers? Why was he happy that you’d given him a flower crown? Why did he suddenly feel so flustered? Why had he accompanied you in the first place?!

     These thoughts bothered him for days, even as they set sail once more, leaving him baffled as to his own feelings for you. You annoyed the ever loving hell out of him! Ever the doctor, Law started looking for a medical reason for his ‘symptoms’, anything to explain away his feelings in an attempt to avoid the reality of what was happening. Still, even his medical textbooks were starting to point towards the obvious, towards the one thing he didn’t want to admit. No disease explained all of his symptoms and there was no way he could have everything that would explain the symptoms. No! No he didn’t have feelings for you! Except he knew he couldn’t deny it anymore. He cared for you. You made his heart race, his stomach flip, his cheeks turn bright red, his breath would catch in his throat, his brain would get fuzzy when you smiled at him and laughed. He… he cared for you, he had a crush on you. Now, he could only hope that these feeling of longing would go away.

     They didn’t. They never went away. His feelings for you only got deeper as he fell hard and harder for you with each passing day until he was hopelessly in love.

[sunnynwanda]

The Darkside

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Warning: mentions of physical torture and trauma (a somewhat graphic description of rape in the 2nd chapter), blood, broken bones, violence... you get the idea. Please do not interact if any of those might be triggering for you. This is by far the roughest thing I’ve written on this website. 

Hero's fingers tap along the rhythm of their frantic heart against their thigh. Their restless eyes scan the horizon for any signs of Villain. It's 15 minutes past midnight, and they have every right to be worried. Villain is never late. They know something is wrong. What they don't know is what to do. Because a) they were never friends with Villain, so they have no idea where to look, and b) Villain doesn't exactly like them. Not that Hero can blame them. They are enemies, after all.

Ever since villains have started disappearing from the city, Hero has been... anxious. To say the least. They kept seeing familiar faces on the morning news, each day silently praying to not hear their Villain's name. They discussed the issue with fellow crime fighters, only to come to one conclusion - the mystery reigned over their city.

They tried approaching their mentor - Superhero - to voice their concerns regarding the disappearances but were met with a stern face and a horrifying statement that made bile rise in Hero's mouth. 

Wasn't this our end goal, Hero? The city will be free of criminals, doesn't matter how.

Villain's frame appears against the starry sky 45 minutes past midnight, and Hero relaxes. A wave of warm relief washes over them, only to leave them stiff when Villain lands in front of them, right under the street light. Had they not known them so well, Hero wouldn't recognize the bloody mess in place of their face.

"Vil, what on Earth..." they start, only to be interrupted by a coarse voice. Villain can't seem to focus their gaze, an obvious sign of concussion, if not many.

"Shut it." Villain sneers, brushing Hero's hand away and wincing when the movement sends a jolt of pain down their spine. "Don't start."

"Villain," they struggle to keep their face straight because they have never seen Villain so wrecked. "Hold still. You're about to collapse."

They move to support them, but Villain jumps away despite the pain cruising through their body after every move. "Hero. Don't."

"At least let me assess the damage," Hero pleads, an unconscious realisation forming in the depths of their mind. Villain takes a limping step back.

"Why, so you can report?" Hero shudders at the way their voice breaks. Villain leans against the light pole, unable to stand on their right foot. Hero watches them intently, only now noticing how they are cradling their left hand. Lord, just how injured are you?

"What are you talking about?" Hero's breath hitches in their throat. They pause, taking a deliberate breath before continuing. "Who did this to you?"

"Take your guess." Villain chuckles darkly, their swollen face distorting into a grimace. The expressive mimic causes the gash on their forehead to bleed again. They wipe it with their sleeve. "I'm surprised I'm still alive."

"Vil, you're not helping." Hero did not intend to sound so harsh, but something tells them they don't have much time. And they need answers. "I don't understand."

"You, you, you… It's only ever about you!" Villain explodes, and the floodgates break down, releasing everything they've had to hold back. "Did you ever wonder what happened to the others?" they scream, hitting their rival's chest. Hero doesn't stop them when they notice even Villain's fingers are covered in dry blood, some broken. Hero feels their own blood freeze in their veins. Gods, what kind of a monster do you have to be to...

Villain lets out a choked cry, throwing their head back and looking up to contain themselves. "Has it ever crossed your mind that you were not the only variable in the game?" They are not addressing Hero so much as talking to themselves. "Of course not."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hero starts quietly. They are beginning to see the puzzle pieces, but the picture isn't clear to their mind's eye.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" This time, Villain sounds calm. Almost indifferent. Vacant.

They drape their cape over their head and start to turn when Hero stops them, lightly touching their shoulder. "Hey, don't walk out on me. Tell me." Villain whimpers in pain at the touch, prompting Hero to jerk their hand away, stiffening at the look in their eyes. "I'm sorry."

"I'm the only one that's escaped," Villain explains, lowering their voice to a whisper for good measure. "They'll find out in the morning and try to track me."

"I promise I can keep you safe," Hero claims, determination colouring their eyes red. "Who are they?"

Villain shakes their head wordlessly. "Use your brain. Do your research. You'll be surprised to know what those walls are hiding." They nod to the north. Superhero's headquarters. No.

Their emotions must be evident on their face because Villain lets out another dark chuckle. "You might find he has different ways of breaking people. You know nothing of the methods he uses to torture people into submission."

"Sub… what?" The question scratches the back of their throat with vague understanding. One they don't dare to voice. "Villain, you need a doctor."

"I need to get out of this city," Villain replies, turning away from them in a swift motion. "And I suggest you do the same once you learn the truth. He won't spare you." They add over their shoulder before vanishing into the night. Leaving Hero alone and shaking under the street lamp.

Hero has 3 hours until dawn. And they intend to use those hours to find out the truth, pack up their things and disappear from the city for good.

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Hi loves! I know I’ve been practically MIA on this website but I did have a good reason for that (that being the final exam in my PhD course).

I am back now and I hope you’ll enjoy this... as much as one can, of course. 

Love, 

Sunny

[charmedreincarnation]

No offense… why don’t people get into the void for other people. I see so many success stories of people who get in and they immediately say they won’t enter the void for anyone because no one did for them. I’ve sent this to a lot of people but what if I was stabbed and find a way to get to the hospital and save my life and the next day I saw someone in the street stabbed and said oh well, no one helped me so I won’t help you :/// it makes believing in the law and stories on here so unbelievable 🤣

And a lot of people are people of color, in abusive situations, women and proclaimed fighters for said problems but won’t manifest for a vicitm of child rape if they asked 🧐

No offense, but the real issue here is the comfort you seem to feel using serious matters such as child sexual abuse against me when you're not even a victim. I also find it strange and misguided to compare others not manifesting for you to not aiding a stab victim. It's a false correlation and honestly quite bizarre, so let’s be so for real right now. I genuinely hope you learn to understand the nuances in the future!

Regardless the Law and the void, or whatever you choose to call your personal journey, are very intimate and individual experiences. I don't understand why you're placing your faith in others when you could be investing that same energy into yourself right now. After all, you are the one who will ultimately create your dream life, irrespective of how long it takes or how frustrated you may become.

Respectfully, I'm not particularly concerned with your beliefs or what's causing your doubt since that wasn’t in the ask and you’re just trying to be annoying . Butttt, I know that once you've manifested your dream life, your anger towards me will dissipate. So…channel that anger into your journey and focus on yourself pookie 😍😍 <3

[fairychev]

Arcane Brainrot 2

Caitlyn, i believe is going to be used by Ambessa to push forward her agenda. Ambessa definitely wants revenge over Zaun because like i said previously, i believe Mel to be dead.

But it is also a factor that Noxians love to conquer, they are known for it as far as i have researched. So I believe Ambessa will try to rule over both Piltover and Zaun.

And she will use Caitlyn's rage, fuel it to further her plans. Caitlyn might be manipulated for a while in this season, whenever she falters, be it be her humanity or compassion coming forth when Zaunites are hunted like crazy as she leads the charges or if she sees Vi go through breakdowns regarding Jinx. Ambessa is going to make it seem like Cait is a failure for letting emotions come into play.

And whenever Vi would try to interfere, and make Cait see reason at some points, its gradually going to make it seem like Vi is protecting Zaun. And thats going to cause so many issues with CaitVi ( Imma cry at this, why are they doing this to us).

and i think this is all in the beginning. Because I do think there would be a time skip (also taking into factor the Annecy spoilers). The more Cait becomes obsessed with finding Jinx, the more she would push Vi away. At one point, Vi is going to leave.

Before leaving, i do think Vi might try to find Jinx one last time, in hopes that it would end this. I dont think it works out and that might make Cait lash out even more.

Like it was said in the sneak-peaks, vi isnt accepted in either Zaun or Piltover. So she becomes a street fighter, trying to feel something. it might be Cait who tracks her down and somehow convinces her to come back.

The thing i cannot place is if Vi becomes an enforcer after or before the timeskip. both theories work kinda well but in different ways.

Maybe both of these things happens after the time skip even? Vi is already an enforcers when Cait becomes obsessed and she leaves for Zaun. And when she comes back, she resumes her place as an enforcer.

the more i think, the more i cannot understand what my brain is trying to piece together.

If Vi is made to come back as an enforcer to Cait, I think she would ask for a few people she's made friends with to be on the team as well. Not everyone on Cait's team look like Pilties. So maybe Vi made connections during her time as an underground fighter and brings in people who she thinks would help them reach their goal.

Another theory that i've been toying with is that, perhaps, Vi never actually abandons her search for Jinx. I think even when she's literally GOING THROUGH IT and hallucinating Cait and is trying her best to cope, she is constantly keeping tabs on Jinx and everything that going on in Zaun. She's collecting evidence and leads (might even be sending it anonymously to Cait or someone she trusts in Piltover) until the time is right to strike.

MAYBEEEE (im getting more theories as i write wtf) jinx and Vi stay in touch during her fighter era. This could've happened after the entire Warwick reveal and the sisters having to be cordial situation , or something to together for like i mentioned in my previous theory post. So Jinx and Vi might be trying to track Warwick or see who's behind all of it, how to keep Noxus out of Zaun (and Piltover). so this might be mid Act 2 or early Act 3.

[cantsomeoneelsedoit]

Ch 61: Interest

Shen's desperate to bring down Feng even if he has to sacrifice himself to do it. Since Feng only responds to strength (and certainly not logic!) there's only one way to keep him in check!

And what's up with that bag at Shen's feet? Are those senzu beans? Shen is going to need a powerup if he's gonna defeat Feng!

Feng doesn't have a scratch on him after Andy's attack! He's gonna be trouble for our team of fighters. They'll either have to collaborate to chip away at him and wear him down or take him out in one catastrophic attack, because fighting him in a traditional sense is going to be a mistake.

Before I get too far into the chapter, I want to look at what I *believe* are *some* of the influences for the character of Feng. I certainly don't know Tozuka's mind, and I'm not trying to say that these are 100% intentional, but these are some other characters who remind me of Feng in interesting ways.

1. Tao Pai Pai

Tao Pai Pai (Mercenary Tao) debuted in Dragon Ball chapter 85 as a notorious assassin hired by the Red Ribbon Army to take out Goku. He's ruthless, greedy, arrogant, selfish, uses his braid as a weapon, and even kills someone with his tongue. He's also 291 years old, despite his middle-aged appearance. I don't think there's ever an explanation for how he lived so long. He's just a sage that way, I guess.

There's an anime filler scene where Tao Pai Pai even gets a black cloud like Feng's, though it doesn't last very long.

Tao Pai Pai was visually based on the villain from the Jackie Chan kung-fu movie Snake in the Eagle's Shadow. Take off the mustache, and you'd have someone who looks a bit like Feng (though Feng smiles a lot more than this guy).

But in the end, Tao Pai Pai proves to be a coward and doesn't have anywhere close to the grit, determination, and near-invincibility of Feng. He fights dirty, pretends to surrender, and generally acts like an arrogant dingus. Our Feng would run circles around this scrub. Still, there are parallels between them that I'll point out during his scenes.

2. Feng from The Iceman Cometh

The Iceman Cometh is a 1989 Hong Kong film that's kind of an isekai of its day. It has a villain named Feng who uses a time-travel device. The hero and the villain travel through time to 1989 Kowloon, where the bulk of the film takes place. Spoiler: Kowloon is Feng's last name in UU.

Though both the Feng in the movie and our Feng are excellent fighters, hate-sink villains and snarkers, the "Iceman" Feng is a much, MUCH, more evil character than the UU Feng, and that's saying a lot. You can see how bad he is because of his evil mustache.

3. Feng Wei from Tekken

I haven't played a fighting game in...decades, but I hear that Feng Wei is a hot-tempered Blood Knight who's obsessed with becoming the greatest fighter in the world. He fights in a different style than Feng's Bajiquan, though. As much as Tozuka loves referencing fighting games, I wouldn't be surprised if Feng Wei was an influence.

Honorable mentions:

Akuma/Gouki from Street Fighter, who's obsessed with fighting Ryu at his peak

Younger Toguro from YYH, who would go to great lengths to preserve his strength and youth

Anyway, the character of Feng is heavily based in the Arrogant Kung-Fu Guy who's always looking for a Worthy Opponent, and if he can't find one, he'll create one. He's neglected almost every other aspect of life in pursuit of power and satisfaction, and it seems he'll never be satisfied until he's killed by someone he deems worthy.

Shen and Feng are two different sides to the same coin-- a life dedicated to martial arts can take a dark or light path depending on the motivations of the user, which is a common theme in works about martial arts.

OK, with all that out of the way, let's continue the chapter!

Yeah, you can't just introduce a character like Feng and then not have Andy fight him! Slow down, Fuuko! We've gotta see Feng slug it out with Andy!

Well, that's certainly a strategy!

Feng's staff can transform into nunchucks to adapt to different kinds of fighting situations, just like a good martial artist. It's a versatile weapon that's well-suited to a quick-thinking fighter like Feng.

Being adaptable and able to shift styles and weapons is a major theme in a lot of Bruce Lee flicks, so it's no surprise to see Feng strike Lee's famous taunting pose on the next page.

Andy accepts the invitation so quickly that he steps out of his panel! He attacks with supercharged punches while Fuuko holds on for dear life! But Feng is still just standing there barely moving...

Despite the frenzy of his attack, Andy's thinking strategically about how to bring Feng down. He's not interested in prolonging the battle the way Feng is.

Feng fights with his hands behind his back the way Tao Pai Pai does.

His foot stomp is so powerful that it cracks the UMA's body, like the Earthquake Foot in Kengan Ashura or this scene from Kung Fu Hustle:

Andy is incapacitated by it, too! Shen is way too powerful!

Pretty rich for Feng to be calling someone else arrogant!

Ouch! Poor Andy! Using his wrist and elbow, Feng dislocates both of Andy's shoulders at once.

Feng's figured out Andy's rules before Andy had a chance to test Feng. Andy's strategy was to "keep dying" until he discovered the rules, but if Feng is only going to incapacitate him, then Andy won't be fighting at his full strength.

But but but it could cause osteoarthritis? Or ligament damage? And that could be deadly because... bone spurs? IDK, I'm grasping at straws here. I don't WANT Andy's power to have a loophole! But I suppose if someone has to discover a loophole, it should be Feng. I wonder if Juiz knows about this detail...

Andy attacks again, but Feng blocks with his forearm. Why can't Andy damage him???

Feng attacks with a double-palm strike:

Oh damn, Feng isn't depending on an ability! Everything we've seen has just been his natural fighting power! He looks genuinely surprised that Andy's still standing. Perhaps Andy is a worthy opponent?

Finally, we learn the name of Feng's style! By the way, if you're wondering about the Japanese names of Feng's moves, the UU English translator David Evelyn explained them here!

I would also like to mention Andy's sad shoulders. Utterly heartbreaking. I don't think we've ever seen him slouch like that before! He really looks incapacitated that way, and from Fuuko's expression, it's concerning her, too!

This page, though! I love this simple layout and how much it shows about the battle. Feng's lost his smile, but Andy's grinning now!

Andy's disinterest in being the strongest is curious. If he DID have that ambition, I'd imagine we'd see a lot more conflict between him and Victor. To Feng though, anyone who lacks that ambition is a coward.

Feng punches clean through Andy, likely attempting to take out Fuuko since he knows Andy can heal from something that catastrophic.

Feng taunts Andy for caring about something more than just his own strength and threatens to kill Fuuko in order to make Andy power up. Jeeze, this guy really has only one strategy to motivate people...

WHAT IF I KILL YOUR LOVED ONES?!? THEN WILL YOU BE STRONG?! THEN WILL I BE STRONGER THAN STRONG YOU?!

Best zombie.

"While I've got you here, let me tell you something..."

Feng, of course, has ignored the advantages of working in a team and fighting altruistically.

Shen's been missing for a minute! He comes back in style to stab Feng through Andy, much to Andy's surprise. Feng is delighted to see that Shen's emotion-powered attack was so strong! He's willing to do anything to fuel their rage. Can the Union work together to beat him without losing their cool?

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