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firelise · 1 year ago
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Smiley Sand ☺ ☺ ☺ // Only Friends (2023), Ep 11
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navree · 5 months ago
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Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.
Kamala 2024!
If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.
But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.
#personal#answered#anonymous#i mean let's be clear here no president is gonna attempt to be progressive ever again within my lifetime#because joe biden tried to do like 25% of that and got ZERO fucking credit#he did so much on healthcare on reform on loans on so many social issues and for all his litany of failings on i/p#he has been distinctly harsher on netanyahu than a good chunk of dems and certainly the entire republican party#for the first time since i was four we are not involved in any wars as americans and that is thanks to joe biden#but the thing is that he gets no credit for any of it!#him pulling out of afghanistan caused his approvals to tank in a way that never recovered#and leftists gave him FUCK ALL for it#they gave him nothing they just continued whining that even tho he cancelled a bajillion in student loans#he didn't actually cancel a QUADRILLION dollars so both parties are the same and voting is the most arduous task known to man#no democrat who is running is going to forget that catering to leftist/progressive policies gets them zero leeway with those supporters#that it not only tanks numbers but you still get constant haranguing about it anyway#so they're not gonna do it#we are gonna get fuckall for at least a good fifty years#and anything we get will be utterly in SPITE of people like you anon it will happen in spite of everything you've done#mostly because of people like me and mine who understand that voting is the bare minimum#and that for the democratic process to work the way you want it to you need to participate and not pitch a fucking fit#like a four year old who was told they can't go to disney this weekend#like i know you ratfuckers are happy this played out because this is all a game to you and you don't actually care#but that's why i've got zero faith in you people and why i'm glad it's my kind of folks#actual die hard democrats who have always been hardliners for supporting democrats in every possible election#who are picking up the slack and donating to harris and supporting her agenda#which is the exact same as biden's because she's his vice president and they share they same platform#because that's what they were both running on! twice!#anyway fuck you please feel free to find a necktie and test how tall your doorframe is
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12u3ie · 6 months ago
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reminder that anyone telling you not to vote is either an idiot or trying to strip away your rights 😊
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ruvviks · 6 months ago
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The Dobrynin family is a corpo family through and through, rooted in Arasaka and Orbital Air going back by several generations; though their powerful position within the corporate world ends with the children of Nadya and Matvey Dobrynin. With Vitali and Daniil fired from Arasaka and Kang Tao respectively— the former indirectly getting his parents fired, too— and Roksana having refused to set foot within a megacorporation from the start, the family begins crumbling apart at the very seams when clashing interests lead to grudges, betrayal, and pointless acts of revenge. ↳ read the unrevised fic here if you're interested!
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#cp2077#edit:daniil#edit:matvey#edit:nadya#edit:roksana#edit:vitali#nuclearocs#nuclearedits#the fic has a proper title now thank you everyone who voted in that poll ^_^ i'm very excited to start working on a rewrite!!#it's gonna be a lot bigger because i'm going to be including chunks of previous events that take place between in-game and this fic#all in flashbacks. so like. vitali's death and how he stabs mikhail while brainwashed and how he snaps out of it#and the fight they have later on. because all of those events are key moments referenced in the fic#but they're not explicitly mentioned because past me went with the assumption people had already read those fics#so i just described the events if that makes sense. but if i want this to work on its own i NEED to include them#anyway. night city's most dysfunctional family fr i have so much to say about them but i'll keep it brief for now#nadya and daniil have nadya's last name because matvey and nadya end up getting divorced#initially roksana also gets her mother's last name but she changes it back sometime later#because she doesn't want to be associated with her mother anymore#daniil's stats are very bad because he's a useless loser sorry for everyone who took a liking to him. he doesn't deserve your love#the word count still makes me :0!! also because like. i did that... i wrote that...#also made this template myself so i don't have a link for it sorry :( and also i made it in firealpaca and not ps#anyway yes very excited to see what you guys think of this and also if you have any questions feel free to shoot me asks!!
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accio-victuuri · 1 year ago
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[The best stage for New Year’s Eve in 2024] Top1 Hunan Satellite TV New Year’s Eve Party Wang Yibo’s “Bystander”
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rainbow-flavoured-skittles · 8 months ago
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Sensei Sharpens Student
this is just 4.5k words of Yang and Cole bonding. I don't know where I found the energy to do this. this was just my excuse to write Cole angst again and be self indulgent but it worked out well. cross posted to ao3 as well
tw for death mentions and mild violence
~
Yang stared down at the child’s body and sighed. So young… it was a shame his life had been cut short so quickly. Kind of. Yang couldn’t quite bring himself to feel grief over the child, especially not when it would all be remedied soon.
He picked up the body, careful to avoid damaging it further — those oni had really done a number on him — and brought it to the altar. The child would have looked serene if not for the ugly gashes marring his face. Falling from a skyscraper was a truly terrible way to go, all that shattered glass and broken bones and simply knowing that you would die and it could not be changed.
“Soon,” Yang whispered to the corpse. “It will all be better soon.” It might not be, if his plan failed, but it wouldn’t be much of a loss. The child couldn’t respond anyway.
He checked his hourglass — only ten minutes until the eclipse. Ten minutes until he’d see if this child could be resurrected. Ten minutes until the Rift could be summoned again for the first time in three centuries.
Yang picked up the Yin Blade and held it above the child‘s head. It was time. He slashed at the air, the blade ripping a hole in the very universe itself, and smiled.
The Rift glowed a radioactive, toxic green, not unlike the green of the Lazarus Pits. The colours in it swirled together in hypnotic patterns, seemingly alive. Yang picked up the child, less carefully than before, for any further damage wouldn’t matter soon, and threw him into the Rift. Perhaps that was a bit of a crude word, but it was accurate. The boy was not exactly heavy, and Yang had been a very strong man in life.
As soon as the body disappeared into the glowing green of the Rift, Yang dusted his hands off and waited. He did not know how long it would take for the child to come back out. He didn’t even know if the boy would be revived, or if he’d ever come out. If the boy was still dead, then it showed that humans could not be resurrected with the Rift. If he was alive, then Yang had his very own pet assassin. Yang would be unharmed either way.
A loud crack of thunder outside had Yang cursing and running to the door. It was the Rift, it must be. The portal on the inside of the temple had closed, but the green glow outside meant there was some degree of success.
He ran outside and found the body crumpled in a rose bush. It was jarringly similar to how Yang had first found the boy, all bones and too-cold skin, twisted in the way that only a dead body could be. Except this body was not dead. It was very much alive. Yang could see the boy’s shallow breathing. He pressed a finger to his wrist. There was a faint pulse, slow but still there. Yang would have let out a breath of relief if he could still breathe. The boy was alive. The Rift had worked. He now had proof that humans could be resurrected with it.
The boy’s eyes fluttered open. It was strange to see the small side effects of the Rift — Yang would have to jot them down. Where before his eyes had been a pale grey, like little pools of moonlight, the left one was now an unnatural green. The same colour as the Rift.
A jagged scar ran down the left side of his face as well, starting somewhere above his hairline and ending just above his chin. It was the same green as the Rift. Yang could find no logical reason for it. The boy’s eye changing colour made sense, the Pits did the same thing, but the scar was unexpected. Yang would have to study that further. He held out his hand and pulled the boy to his feet. He looked disoriented, not completely aware of his surroundings, but Yang smiled anyway. 
“Welcome back,” he croaked to the child.
~
 Everything was black until it wasn’t. Then it was green and pain and screaming and awakening to an unfamiliar place. The boy blinked his eyes at the old man in front of him. He was fairly sure he didn’t know this man. But the boy couldn’t remember much of anything at the moment, so he let the man drag him to his feet and lead him though a door.
“How are you feeling?” The old man asked the boy. They had settled down around a low table, sitting on silk cushions. A plate of cookies was set in front of them. 
The boy did not know how to respond. “I don’t know,” he said. His voice was raspy and unfamiliar to him. That was scary — how could he not know his own voice?
The old man frowned. “What is your name?”
The boy blinked. He thought hard about what his name might be. “Cole,” he said. That sounded right.
“Cole,” the old man repeated. “I am Master Yang. I am the one who brought you back to life.”
Back to life? Wouldn’t that mean Cole had died? He tried to think about what may have happened and was immediately hit by feelings of pain and hopelessness and terror. However he had died hadn’t been peaceful. Cole shoved those feelings down and looked up at Yang. 
“I died?”
“Yes,” Master Yang nodded. “I revived you with the Rift of Return.”
“Did you know me? Is that why you brought me back?”
Master Yang cringed at that. “I did not know you. I simply saw a child in need and helped.”
“Okay,” Cole said. He could tell that Yang wasn’t telling the truth, or at least not all of it, but he had saved Cole from death. That had to mean something.
“I want to train you,” Master Yang said. “In the ways of combat. So that you will not die again.”
“But everyone dies.”
“Yes, but I would still like to train you. So that you can be safe,” Yang fumbled his words, looking for an excuse.
Cole thought for a bit. No matter how hard he tried to remember, he could not think of anything from his past. Granted, he had only been revived for an hour or so, but it couldn’t be normal not to remember. And what if it was people from his past that had caused his death? Yang was offering him safety and training. It would be good to know how to fight, and maybe he could regain some memories.
“I’ll train with you,” Cole told Yang. It seemed like the best option.
“Excellent,” Master Yang smiled wickedly. “Your training will begin tomorrow. You may take one of the empty rooms upstairs.”
Cole nodded and went up the stairs. He opened the first door on the right and looked over the room. It was dusty, clearly having been uninhabited for quite some time. It was still shelter, though, and the bed looked comfortable.
He looked in the mirror. A reflection stared back at him, of a young boy with dark hair and skin. His eyes were strange — one grey, the other bright green. A large crack (scar?) ran down the side of his face. It glowed green as well. Cole shivered at it. The reflection didn’t seem like him, was wrong and unfamiliar. Of course, who even was Cole? How was he to know if this was what he’d always looked like? He couldn’t remember any family or friends, or what he might have done in his free time, or whether he had any goals for the future. It was terrifying to not know who he was.
Yang knocked on the door, shaking Cole out of his spiral. “Cole, I would suggest you go to bed. Your training begins early and I will not tolerate any whining of no sleep.”
“Yes, Master Yang,” Cole said. He shook the dust off of the bedsheets and pillow. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. His body shut down immediately, sending him into a cold dreamless sleep.
~
The knives came towards Cole at full speed, bright silver crescents that threatened to kill if he didn’t dodge. Cole did a backflip to the left and a handspring to the right, then a simple roll to the floor. Not a single one of the knives hit him.
“Good work,” Master Yang said approvingly. He pocketed one of the throwing knives. “But your backflip was sloppy. We’ll need to fix that.”
“But everything else was good?” Cole asked. He hoped he had done well — he’d trained for hours on the corkscrews.
“Yes.”
“Should I practice throwing them now?”
Yang hummed and stroked his beard. “Go to the armoury and get some throwing knives. Make sure they’re the ones with red leather grips. I don’t want you training with the good knives yet.”
“Yes, Master Yang,” Cole hurried off to go get the knives. He found the armoury, an ancient mahogany door leading to it, and stepped in. There were weapons everywhere, ranging from large battle axes to small daggers to deadly poisons in glass vials. He found the required throwing knives and was about to exit when he saw the scythe.
It was a beautiful piece of work, carefully engraved with runes and enchantments. The blade was polished to perfection, shining and gleaming and incredibly sharp. The handle was made of honey coloured wood, wrapped in black leather. All in all, a stunning ten-out-of-ten weapon.
Cole looked at it and went back down the hall to Yang. “Master Yang, I saw this scythe in the armoury, and I was wondering, maybe after the throwing knives, maybe I—“
“Just spit it out already, boy,” Yang spat.
“Could I train with the scythe, maybe?”
Yang frowned. “It is a difficult weapon,” he said. “Not many use it in combat. It’s much more for reaping crops than anything.”
“But could I learn it?”
“Hmmm,” Yang thought. He intended to have Cole master all the weapons he had, scythe included. It wouldn’t hurt to change his plans a bit and have him learn the scythe next. A perfect assassin should know how to use every weapon, after all.
“Very well then,” he said to Cole. “Once you’ve mastered the throwing knives, I will teach you how to use a scythe.”
Cole had stars in his eyes. “Really?”
“I just said you could, didn’t I?”
“Yes!” Cole pumped his fist in a rare display of childish enthusiasm. Yang smiled a bit at that, though he would deny it if asked.
Yang nodded in satisfaction at his pupil’s performance. Cole had finally mastered the throwing knives — and in an exceptionally short amount of time, too. He could be the world’s greatest assassin given a few more years.
“Did I pass?” Cole said.
“Yes,” Yang said. “You did well.”
Cole lit up at the praise. “So I can learn how to use the scythe now?”
Yang raised an eyebrow at the question. He had not expected Cole to still remember that promise — children had short attention spans, and he’d figured Cole had forgotten about it. 
But a promise was a promise, and Yang was a man of his word. “Very well, then. You may start training.”
Yang made his way to the armoury and found the old scythe. He had not used it in many, many years. The blade would need sharpening, he thought idly.
“Take it,” he handed the weapon to Cole. “I will teach you the basics, and then we will spar.”
Cole took it gingerly and held it with practiced ease. “Isn’t the blade a bit dull?”
“It will suffice for this lesson.”
“Okay.”
Yang held up his own scythe. “I will teach you how to hold it properly, first. Adjust your hands so that— yes, exactly like that,” he said, confused as to how Cole would already know how to hold the weapon.
“Now, scythes are more for slashing than stabbing. You won’t be able to stab someone through the heart or anything. Remember that.”
Cole shifted nervously. “Master Yang, I think I’ve got it,” he said. 
Hmm. That was strange. The boy held his weapon like he was already familiar with it.
“You seem to have the basics down,” Yang said. “We’ll move on to sparring now. Don’t hold back.”
A nod, and then getting into position. Yang looked the boy over and gave the signal. He was off immediately, going straight for Yang’s throat and slashing at it. If Yang weren’t already dead, he would have died.
Yang went at Cole with his own weapon as well, though he aimed to incapacitate, not kill. Cole clearly had no such qualms — mostly because Yang couldn’t be killed — slicing at his throat and stomach. He was nimble, moving in the same way a dancer might, doing unnecessary kicks and spins. 
It was surprising. Not many used the scythe as a weapon — it was too inconvenient. But Cole used it like it was part of his body. Yang found himself once again wondering what the boy’s past was. He had training, of course, but from whom? Who would have trained such a young child to fight like that? Other than Yang, of course.
Cole took Yang’s distraction as an opportunity to drop kick him and end the match. “Sorry, Master,” he said apologetically. “But you said not to hold back.”
Yang sniffed and readjusted his robes. “Where did you learn to fight like that?”
“I don’t know. I think it might be from my past? It’s all still so foggy, though…”
“I don’t believe you’ll need any more training with the scythe,” Yang shook his head. “You’re more than proficient.”
“But isn’t there always room for improvement?”
“A good fighter knows more than just two weapons. You will train with the bow and arrows next.”
Cole deflated a little. Yang found himself feeling guilty at that. Guilty! When had he started caring about the boy’s feelings? Hell, when had he started caring about the boy in general?
“You may train with the scythe in the afternoons,” Yang found himself saying. “As long as all your other exercises have been completed.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
~
Cole was crying. Yang knew this because of the faint sobs coming from his room. He knocked on the door. “Cole, why are you crying?” He asked.
The door swung open to Cole, eyes all red and puffy. The scar on his face glowed radioactive green. “Just stuff,” he mumbled. 
Yang sighed and marched into the room. He gestured for Cole to sit next to him. “Explain yourself,” he said. Not the most sensitive of statements, but Cole seemed to do better without being coddled.
Cole wiped his nose on his sleeve. “I remembered something,” he said softly. 
“Then why are you crying? Regaining memories is something to be celebrated.”
“I remembered someone important. I think he was my friend, or something. But I don’t know his name.”
Yang sighed. “But you remember what he looks like?”
“No,” Cole shook his head. “I just remember that he cared about me. I don’t know anything, just vague feelings…”
“Your memories will return with time,” Yang said. “And until then, you have me.”
“That’s so cheesy,” Cole laughed — a dry, broken, laugh, but still a laugh.
“It is true.”
“Thank you, Master Yang.”
“It is a guardian’s job to take care of their ward, no?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Then I’m just doing my job. There’s no need to thank me.”
~
Yang was repairing Cole’s robes when the boy walked up to him. He’d been thinking about how reckless children were, and if it was possible to get more durable clothing. He hadn’t been expecting Cole to be awake for several more hours.
“I want to be a vigilante,” Cole said. He looked at Yang in the face — not quite eye contact, the boy hated that, but close.
“A vigilante? Explain,” Yang frowned.
“They fight crime. I think I used to be one, and I want to do it again.”
Yang sighed and put down the sewing materials. He looked at Cole. “You remember your past?”
“Only some. It’s still really blurry, but I’m sure about this.”
“You fought crime. Illegally, I presume. And you want to do it again.”
“Yes.”
“You’re aware of how dangerous that would be?”
Cole shuffled a little, clearly finding the situation awkward. “Yes, but I’ve trained a lot. You said I was good enough to take out an army.”
That had been a bit of an exaggeration. Yang regretted speaking in such a way. “You are good, yes, but that was hyperbole. Nobody can fight hundreds of people at once and win.”
“But I’m still good at fighting. And staying hidden. And gathering information.”
Yang wondered again when he had gotten attached to the boy. He certainly hadn’t cared when he first found him. And now he was worried about the boy being in danger, of all things.
“Cole, when I first found you, you were dead.” Cole flinched at the reminder but nodded. “That was almost certainly because of your ‘vigilante gig,’ so to speak. And you want to go out again to put yourself in danger.”
“I’m trained now.”
“You were trained before,” Yang retorted.
“I’m trained more.”
“You are still a child.”
“But I want to help people!” Cole looked desperate now. “I can help. I have all this training and experience that others don’t and I can save people!”
“Why?”
Cole picked at his nails. “I made a promise to someone,” he said. “‘Always stand up to those who are cruel and unjust.’ I want to keep that promise.”
“There are people out there who would hurt you. They would want to study you like a specimen in a lab.”
“Then I’ll avoid them.”
“It’s not that simple, Cole.”
“Master Yang, please.” Cole wiped tears from his eyes. Yang pushed down the feeling of guilt.
“You are trained, but would have no backup. I would not be able to help you if you’re in trouble.”
“I want to keep that promise,” Cole repeated. He had a steely look in his eyes. This was not something he’d back down from.
Yang got up from the table. “You must defeat me in a spar. Neither of us will hold back. If you win, you can become a vigilante.”
Cole raised an eyebrow. “And if I don’t?” The boy knew how to read the fine print. That was good. It would be a useful skill in the outside world.
“Then you stay here with me.”
“I accept your terms.”
“Then come,” Yang said. “Whoever gets knocked down first will lose. Any weapons are allowed. Fight dirty if needed.”
Cole nodded and followed to the training room. He took his position opposite to Yang. “I’m ready,” he said. He held his signature scythe in one hand and a set of daggers in the other.
Yang attacked first, a series of blows and kicks meant to incapacitate an enemy. Cole dodged and returned his own attacks, a flurry of knives and sharp kicks. Months of training had honed his skills into something deadly, more fluid than the style he’d had when he first arrived.
A dodge, and then a parry from Cole’s scythe. Yang was careful not to aim for the throat or head, hitting the legs and stomach instead. His sword clashed with the scythe. Multiple knives were thrown at each other. A dagger embedded itself into the wall.
It took almost thirty minutes for Cole to knock Yang down. He used his earth powers to his advantage, creating stepping stones to jump off of and hit Yang in the chest. He fell against the wall without a sound.
“I did it!” Cole cheered. He rushed to help his mentor off the floor. “I won, right? You said we could fight dirty.”
Yang dusted off his robes, rather pointlessly considering that he was a ghost and could not get dirty. “Yes, you won. You may become a vigilante and help save people.”
“Yes!”
Yang smiled at the scene. And if he’d let Cole win on purpose, well, nobody needed to know.
~
“—and it should be black, so that I can blend in easily. But also a cape! And a full face mask, to protect my identity.”
“You should talk less and focus more on your designing,” Yang commented. He looked over Cole’s drafts for the vigilante uniform. They were hastily coloured and roughly sketched — nothing final, just good enough to get an idea of how it could look.
“It should have orange accents, too. And pockets,” Cole scribbled some more notes. His hands were stained with charcoal and ink.
“It is very dramatic.”
“That’s the point!”
“You are adding a… scar to the mask?” Yang gestured at the large zig-zag drawn on the design. 
“It’s supposed to look like the one I have. But orange, so that it matches the theme.” Cole pointed at the large scar on his face. After so many months, Yang doubted it’d ever heal. Cole would have to conceal it for the rest of his life.
“That is a liability to your identity.”
“I don’t plan to take off the mask. No one will know.”
“If you insist,” Yang sighed. He was already thinking of how to get supplies for this project. It would be a pain to find proper metal for the armour.
“I’m going to have a mask underneath, too, if it makes you feel better.”
“Alright, then.”
“I’m also going to add a voice modulator. So that I can sound scarier. And more adult-like.”
“You are barely five feet tall. Hardly an adult.”
“Platforms exist for a reason,” Cole rolled his eyes. Yang tried not to laugh at that.
~
It was finally complete. After hours and hours of work and multiple injuries, Cole had finally finished his new costume. He was quite proud of it — the orange accents weren’t too bright, so that he could blend in easily, but they still stood out. And it had all the appropriate ‘cryptid assassin’ vibes, just as he’d intended.
“What do you think, Master?”
Yang stood over Cole, examining the newly completed uniform. “It is good,” he said. “You have a talent for designing things.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I’m sure you will strike fear into the hearts of many.”
“I’m not trying to scare people. I want to save them,” Cole said.
“Hmmm.”
“The scaring people is targeted at bad guys.”
Yang nodded thoughtfully. His pupil had grown so much from the scrawny little boy he’d first found. He was a true warrior, now — perhaps not the undefeatable assassin Yang had first sought out to make, but formidable all the same. He was proud of the boy.
“I’m almost ready, now. I think I’ll leave tomorrow.” Cole looked at Yang for permission, as if he had not made up his mind to leave weeks ago.
“Of course. Make sure to visit a lonely old man when you get the chance, yes?”
“I wouldn’t leave you, not forever. You’re my family,” Cole said.
Family? That was a word Yang hadn’t head in a long time. He certainly had never been called family before. It warmed him to know that Cole thought him a member of his family.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Yang said.
~
The next morning, Cole packed his bags and sat beside Yang on the porch. To passerby, they’d see only a young teenager sitting on his own, swinging his legs and looking nervous. To Yang, he saw a boy he’d grown to care for as a son. He didn’t want Cole to leave. It seemed like they’d barely spent a week together, though it had been nearly a year.
Was it selfish, to wish that Cole would stay with him? Yang had grown to care for the boy. He’d never had a family, not in life, but it felt like Cole was his family. Cole himself had said that Yang was his family, and Yang returned the sentiment. Would it be selfish to ask him to stay forever, as father and son, untouched by time or the outside world?
It would be, Yang thought. Cole was nearly sixteen, by his estimates — it was high time he leave to find his own way. Even if his way was to become an illegal crime fighter.
“I’m going to take a train to the main city,” Cole said, breaking the silence. “I’ll figure living arrangements out when I get there.”
“You have enough money? Clothes, food, all your weapons?” Yang asked. It never hurt to make sure, though he was sure Cole had prepared well.
“Yes, Master. I’ve got more than enough of everything,” Cole laughed. 
“That is good,” Yang breathed. He turned to look at Cole properly. “I have a gift for you,” he said. 
“A gift?”
“Yes,” Yang pulled out the dagger. It was an ornate thing, fragile but dangerously sharp. It had been carved from obsidian and inlayed with silver centuries ago. It had been passed down from mentor to mentor over many years. Yang himself had inherited it when he left his mentor. And now it was Cole’s to wield.
“It’s beautiful,” Cole said. He turned it, watching the blade reflect light and sparkle a million different colours.
“My mentor passed this down to me, years ago. And now it is yours.”
Cole held the dagger to his chest. “Thank you, Master Yang.”
“The blade is supposedly enchanted to protect its owner. I hope that it will bring you protection.”
“Thank you,” Cole repeated. He sheathed the dagger into one of his many hidden pockets.
“You should go, now. You will be late for your train.”
“Yeah, I should,” Cole said sadly. He picked up his duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder. The he hugged Yang.
Ghosts cannot be touched. That is a well known fact. But Cole hugged Yang anyway, simply because a boy touched by death like he was could.
“Goodbye, my pupil,” Yang pulled away from the hug. 
“Goodbye, Master,” Cole said in return. He made his way down the path to civilisation and the city.
~
Cole ran down a dark alley, uncaring of the cockroaches and rubbish everywhere. He stuck to the shadows, barely making a sound. The man he was following continued talking on the phone, unaware of the boy behind him. Cole slammed him on the back of the head and twisted his arms.
“You’re going to go to the police station,” he said slowly, “and you’re going to confess to murdering your wife. If you don’t, I’ll know.”
“Who the hell are you?” The man spat. His eyes were full of terror and confusion. 
“I’m the Talon, and you’re going to do as I say or face the consequences.”
“What is this, some sorta bad movie? I’m not doing—“ whatever the man meant to say was cut off as Cole knocked him out. A bit of blood trickled from his temple. 
“Amateurs,” Cole rolled his eyes and picked the man’s wallet up. He’d drop the guy off with evidence and keep the money. There was enough to book himself a ticket to Ninjago City Central, at least. Shame that he hadn’t wanted to confess on his own, though. The justice system would be much harsher on him now. 
He picked the body up and dragged it to the police station. Then he changed into civvies and went up to the bus stop. He looked at the ticket dispenser in the eyes, just as he’d practiced.
“One ticket, please,” Cole smiled. Yang had taught him to be charming, after all.
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mika-you-nerd · 2 months ago
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Alright this might be a bit odd for me to make a statement like this but since we got the d day known as election day in the us coming pretty bloody soon I urge my good folks up there who are of age to vote I’m sorry but frankly I don’t think that the third party route is going to work and I’m sure Kamala’s got plenty of flaws but it’s either her or a felon who wants to deprive the rights of practically everyone and not to mention make things worse for both America and the rest of the planet - maybe it’s cause I’m Aussie I can’t do much but seriously we’re at the last hurdle and implore you lot to vote because there’s jeopardy at play here
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fandom-blackhole · 2 months ago
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canidaezy · 6 months ago
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nooo american mutual dont put that stupid fucking post on my dash
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justcallmecappy · 2 years ago
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Help me write a Fenders fic (pt. 4)
[Read part 1 here | Read part 2 here | Read part 3 here]
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Fenris and Anders exchange a panicked glance.
Thinking quickly, Anders grabs of Fenris' hand and they duck into the first room on the left.
He shuts the door behind them and quickly bolts the door, just as heavy footsteps stomp through the hall behind it.
"We might need to search every room," comes a muffled voice from the hallway, grumbling in annoyance. "Can't believe we have to work when we're supposed to be off duty."
There is a stern tapping at the door. "Serah? We need to search the room for a suspected apostate."
Anders frantically signals to Fenris, who already seems to know what to do.
Fenris reaches for a nearby heavy armchair and begins dragging it rhythmically across the floor, making loud squeaking noises against the polished wooden planks.
Anders -- in his most obnoxious, affected Orlesian accent -- says in a high-pitched voice, "Oh meserre! You are so beeg! Oh please, more, more, deeper, geev it to me --"
There is the awkward sound of throat-clearing from behind the door, and Anders can almost hear the redness of a blush rising to the Templar's face as he stutters, "We -- we'll come back later," followed by the sound of fading footsteps.
Anders waits with bated breath as the footsteps grow more and more distant. Then, as silence descends upon the hallway once more, he leans his forehead tiredly against the door and slides down to his knees.
He glances back at Fenris, who gives him a wide-eyed look of utter disbelief which Anders knows must be mirrored on his own face.
Then, as if on cue -- as the fog of panic dissolves into bone-aching relief, and the sheer ridiculousness of their situation descends upon them in the fading adrenaline rush -- both of them dissolve into fits of uncontrollable, silent laughter.
Fenris stifles his laughter by pressing his face into a velvet cushion, shoulders shaking; Anders bites into his lip and shudders against the wall, hugging his arms, trying his best to keep his mad giggling from rising above a whisper. The more he tries to warn with an urgent, "Shh -- shh!" the more they are driven into another bout of laughter, seemingly unable to stop.
It seems like an eternity later that they calm down enough for Anders to examine their surroundings.
They are in one of the Blooming Rose's more extravagant private rooms. The centerpiece is a four-poster bed with thick red velvet drapes, strewn generously with down-filled cushions. The room is clean and looks yet unused for the night, and unfortunately, the only exit seems to be the door they came in through -- the only window in the room is a skylight high above their heads, and there doesn't seem to be any ladders or pieces of furniture tall enough to reach it.
Anders takes a deep breath, wondering if the coast is already clear and they could try to make their escape through the hallway again. He reaches for the bolts, but then draws his hand sharply away when the sound of tromping footsteps comes from just behind it, heading down the hallway. The Templars seems to be still searching for him.
He exchanges another wordless glance with Fenris, who is now sitting on the armchair he had just dragged across the floor, looking somewhat lost and out of place.
Anders rises to his feet and sits at the edge of the bed, and they both sit in awkward silence for a while, the only sound coming from the subdued crackling of the fireplace, its light throwing the room in a rosy golden flow.
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Thank you to everyone who voted, reblogged, and commented! 🥰
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loosesodamarble · 1 year ago
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Here is the outfit for Jocelynne (Josele's Shadow counterpart) in the Shadows House AU.
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There's ruffles on the sleeves and the skirt. The skirt itself is layered and the top layer has a lovely pattern on it if you look closely enough. It's not overly barren but the amount of details isn't over the top. There is an air of strength with this outfit while still being elegant, which Jocelynne would want for her appearance.
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acacia-may · 2 years ago
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My Aubrey Dynamics Out-Of-Context Poll: Part 2 was a much closer race than part one, but Aubrey and Sunny won the day!! Sunburn for the win!! I made this edit (with official in-game Omori art) to celebrate them and all their warm & fuzzies! 🌞
Also you all should check out the song "Sunburn" by Owl City (YouTube) 🥰
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mawibblap · 1 year ago
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I know that at first glance, this may seem like a fun idea and heck, it may even seem helpful, but I would like to differ and explain why it's actually a bad idea,
like I'm aware that it's a joke, but, that got to be one of the worst idea I have ever heard of, it sounds like a recipe for pizdets.
what if blocking someone on tumblr worked like banning someone from a minecraft server
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cyarsk52-20 · 1 month ago
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freedarick · 6 months ago
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I am so happy I got to talk to you. I love you
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mx-pastelwriting · 2 months ago
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Saving My Fanfiction Work
First. Side note: This post was only intended to give resources to fanfiction writers and enjoyers. My talk on recent political events was a context/reasoning on why I made this post. Also I’ve had to add more information to this post over time due to people’s confusion in my comments. Explaining it was to make sure that this post didn’t come off as out of the blue for my followers and this community. Which is fanfiction.
Also, why I made this post was from people asking if they could download my fanfiction because of the recent political events in America hence why I named it “saving my fanfiction work” and added my context. So this was also a post to tell people that liked my fanfiction they could download it as long as it was for their personal collection. I merely just wanted to list resources to people who wanted to download fanfiction and don’t know where to start or don’t have the immediate resources. I’m not here to fear-monger. I am just giving resources and the reasoning on why I’m giving them along with urging people to look into those information/recent events as staying aware is important. I respect everybody who’s given their opinion and yes, some of my grammar in this post is not adequate as this post was merely made for giving/stating resources.
Lastly, I will no longer update this post with comments as I’ve said my peace, nor will I pay attention to the notifications as they are muted. As my page is for fanfiction not politics. Thank you for the people in this community who share this post for the resources see you around the tags! Stay safe friends!!✨ Remember I love you! And you are loved!💛
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Due to the recent events in the United States. To clarify the recent events being Trump becoming president of the United States, Project 2025 more than likely going to be integrated. If you are not familiar with Project 2025 I urge you to look it up.
Along with the KOSA bill that has many problems and it has passed the senate now needing the finally vote in the house, which both are majority red. Go here to learn more on why it needs to be stopped and how you can. This is another component that will harm our communities. Go to: stopkosa.com
With all of its harmful plans some of the plans are to take down/restrict internet sites that have LGBTQ+ communities that means communities like the fan-fiction communities/sites in the United States.
I am only giving resources to those inside and out of the US in case they banned sites that hold fan-fiction. Better safe than sorry.
Being that I live in the US the possibly of mine and many others Fanfiction has the possibly of being in danger. Therefore I'm giving you recourses. (I'm not leaving or stopping my writing, I'm here for the fight!)
For those wanting to save my fanfiction, I give you permission to download them off of AO3 and to be used for your personal collection. Meaning, your eyes only. To clarify I’m saying this as others have asked if they could download my fanfic so for those who would like to you can.
If you do not know how to download them many others on online have tutorials on how to download them and add them to our phone libraries.
Here are some links to tutorials:
Downloading Fanfic
Adding to Iphone & Android Library
Adding to Kindle Library - Video on How (On TikTok)
Adding Book Covers (At the bottom) - Good EPUB Cover Changer (I use this)
Types of Files and What they mean
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Please stay safe out there! Remember to follow the rules below.
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DO NOT share the downloaded file anywhere online.
DO NOT repost the downloaded file under your name.
Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.
♥ mx-pastelwriting does not consent to their fanfiction being copied, copied & credited, translated, used in videos and/or audios, screenshotted, used in AI, or reposted on any other platform without permission.
♥ mx-pastelwriting does give consent to "reblog," sharing links to direct work, and being in recommend lists.
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Please stay safe out there friends! I love you so much! Know that there will always people that love you and in for the fight to make sure you are loved!
And here are some resources in case you don’t feel okay! Resources here
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