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[Chapter 45] Seeing the World Through Ballistic-Tinted Glasses

He must think he has you wrapped around his fingers. While I'm a literal sense, that may be true, you still retain every ounce of control over this controlled combat. He's only continuing to pump his fingers inside you by the grace of your own mercy towards him. He retracted his vice on your hip with his free hand to lean in closer. Instead, an elbow planted beside your temple, letting him hover over you like Thanatos himself. His fingers dig deeper, faster, and your neck strained from arching. Idle hands explored his armoured back. Fingertips identified smooth fabric from his slick jacket and crossed onto his armour vest's raised gruff surface. You could feel each individual plate of steel-plated ceramic, which is the recipe for stopping speeding bullets. 

His pace quickened suddenly, thunderously. It set every nerve you had on fire. You could hear the sound of your wetness slapping every time his palm reconnected with your entrance. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you held your breath to drink in the onslaught of pleasure.

"You like this, don't you?" He growled in your ear, entertained by your writhing. 

"Fuck you," you sighed back, planting your hand on the back of his helmet, dragging him closer to ensure he heard you clearly.

Fingers retracted entirely. The world ground to a halt. Singing nerves continued ringing, calling out for the rhythm to resume. A palm laid flat on your thighs left memories of dampness on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. Plying your legs apart, he shifted on his knees to settle impossibly closer. You gulped dryly. Resting back on his haunches gave you a brief respite to drink in your circumstances. 

Your thighs were pried open to invite your lieutenant to ravage you. By all means, this is an offence that could get you discharged- both of you. At any second, the iron doors that vacuum sealed you in this chamber could come undone, and Price, Soap, or whoever could stumble upon the mess that’s about to be made. It made your blood chill, but a cold palm on your jaw suddenly began dragging your gaze away from the vault door back to the current threat.

The angle of the light source had moved, glowing brightly in his palm, illuminating the sight before you in a dim red glow. His grip on your jaw was like a vice, commanding you to meet his gaze. You could do nothing else but comply, even as he set the glowstick down beside you, casting long shadows across the walls. It clicked, becoming clear that the light wasn't for your enjoyment- it was so he could drink in your contorting face as he wrought his plans through your body. 

That's when you felt the bulbous head of his cock press against your entrance, and your voice croaked. In a small panic, you pawed below yourself to identify the object. By all means, it was massive. Thick and veiny and straight and hot, it was easy the length of three or your palms stacked over one another as you explored his member. He seemed amused by your grading, watching you with darkening eyes. It made your blood run cold, filling you with dread. You can't take all that, it won't fit. There's no way in hell you're going to suffer internal hemorrhaging for his satisfaction. If you think about it, it's really just closer to average size if you take his height into account. He's really not that spectacular at all. He's probably smirking under that mask, fucker. Your mind grapples for strategies to demean him in your conscience, but a new sensation commands your attention. 

His head slipped past your entrance, and you gasped loudly. His hand is planted beside your temple. Slowly, he pushed himself farther, and your vision darkened as your eyes slammed shut. Craning your back, he only took the initiative to grip the exposed small of your spine, dragging you closer onto his cock. Another huff of air from him suggested he's amused by this. It stretched you hard, making you feel your muscles and nerves bend and bow to accept this intrusion. 

He temporarily halted his installment, recanting his insertion, only to push back in with more resolve. He continued this for a short while, gradually working more and more of himself like Jacob's ladder. The friction was delightful, like an itch that hadn't been scratched in years. But his size made pinprickling pain surge through you with every deepening thrust. 

"It's too much," you cried in a whisper, legs shaking. 

He withdrew slightly, pausing. After a short moment, he continued cautiously as if he were thoroughly considering the logistics of your words. Frankly, his pleasure came secondary, and all you wanted was the physical relief his end of the puzzle piece offered. Whether or not he got his rocks off was entirely inconsequential. You'd reached a steady rhythm by now, and he was even managing to elicit guttural whimpers from you as he worked you further. The pace furthered, and he dropped from a planted palm to rest his forearm on the springy mattress right beside your head. Every nerve felt like a lit firework, hot and sparking, sharing heaving and gasping breaths while you hovered over one another. Whenever eyelids fluttered open, you were met with that grim mask locked over your vision. 

"Come on, you can take a little more, hm?" His voice was almost trembling in that gravelly accent.

His voice was eerily sweet though laced with burning desperation. He sounded like he was almost out of breath. There goes that practiced control he'd built. No longer the expertly controlled sniper that crashes through locked doors and sweeps rifles over dim rooms. He was trembling over you like a dog. You gave a shaky nod and he continued, cautiously, carefully. Maybe the warmup made things easier, or maybe your own excitement overruled the creeping pain. Now that he was going, the whole world around you became irrelevant. 

Your enjoyment of one another's bodies was chaotic and passionate, gasping and brutal. You were each fighting for control of the other, clawing arms and pinning shoulders. Your legs quivered when he pressed himself, nearly to the hilt, but the pain subsided. Brutal pacing made the knot in your core tighten, and you felt your organs shift with every plunge. It felt like heaven, and you couldn't get enough, wrapping your thighs around his waist with crushing intensity. 

Gasps turned into pants, steady—until they weren't. Right when his breath started to grow ragged in your ear, opportunity struck. His time hunched over you had given you perfect access to the zip ties housed on the side of his kit. 

His thrusts grew more erratic, and you could tell he was getting close. Unable to glance at your work in order to avoid him catching on, you blindly worked your shaky fingers to fasten one end of the tie around his wrist. Whenever you felt like he was coming close to identifying your scheme, you let out a breathy groan that latched his attention back onto your open mouth. It was working perfectly. With one hand attached, it's time for the other- though that will take a prime opportunity. 

Nails dig into his jacketed bicep, sinking with cloth-splitting wrath as your blood boils at the fact that he has this effect on you. He left sparks on your skin every time calloused fingertips traced up and down your spine. It made you want to slam that can opener on the shelf into his prefrontal cortex. But that would mean you'd have to forfeit the breath-halting friction that his guided stroke offered. It's unfortunate that you'd taken kissing off the table, because by now you'd likely have bit his tongue clean off and made him mute for life. 

When you lifted your hips up, arching as he walked closer to his climax, he inadvertently knit his fingertips together under your tailbone in an attempt to lift you to meet him. You stupid dog. With lightning speed, your hands snapped to clasp the other end of the zip tie. He recoiled, but it was too late. One last tug and the zip tie fastened with a series of clicks, locking his wrists together. 

"Wh- what are you-" 

It took all your strength and more to roll his weight over with shaky knees, unfortunately landing his back flat on the concrete rather than the plush mattress. Slipping out from under his arms, a second tie fastened his plastic shackles to the metal foot of the bed frame. The pliability of his confusion and clouded lust left him easy to manipulate, but sweeping realization left you without seconds to spare as he began to buck against his restraints. 

"What the fuck is this?" He spat, staring up at his wrists fastened above his head. 

"Did you honestly think I'd let you off the hook that easy?" You cooed, stepping to kneel beside him. "You underestimate me."

He was a vision. Long legs and clunky boots stretched out before him, and a shadow of his cock standing tall. It breached a lowered zipper in his dark pants, alert and twitching, probably agonizingly chilled now that it's out of the comfort of your warmth. His eyes were the best part though, dark and scathing as he wrenched pathetically to escape the tight cuffs. Even the bed frame heaved under his strain, making the 400-pound ironwork bed heave on the concrete with every yank.

"I want to talk to you now that I have your attention," you reached your hand over to touch the length of his member before you. It twitched under your touch, and his hips flexed slightly. "I want you to apologise for all the times you've hurt me." 

"Bloody hell, we already talked about this," he barked. 

"You talked about it, but I didn't get to say my piece," you grinned, working the pliable skin on his length with your thumb and index finger, watching him with eagle eyes. 

"What the fuck are you on about?" He swallowed dryly.

"That time you left me on my birthday, do you know how much I cried?" Your voice was hard and stern, commanding his attention. "I was so miserable, I'd lost all hope in myself. You sapped me of my self-worth. I was vulnerable, seeking agency, and you crushed me." 

You saw his gaze darken in a different fashion from before. This was your chance, and you snatched those bone-patterned gloves from where he'd left them in the knot of sheets. 

"How the fuck was I supposed to know you'd throw a fit after that?" His gravelly accent made you smirk; it unsettled him. 

"You might not have predicted that, but your eagerness to make me miserable since day one is finally catching up to you." Scratching Velcro heaved free, and you slipped your hands into one of his gloves, loosely slipping it over your dominant hand. They were clearly too big, but you pulled the knuckles tight enough that they wouldn't be too baggy. 

"And it didn't help that I was left idle for all those months afterwards, left entertaining the idea that you'd snitched and lost me my career," you continued. "I'd worked myself into a bitter depression, thanks to you."

"Do you think I have control over when you're deployed?" He yanked at his zip ties again, "-and snitching on you would've cost me my career as well."

His outrage threatened to make him go soft, and that's something you couldn't stand for. Extending your gloved hand, you wrapped the scratchy fabric around his cock. He twitched again, and you pumped your hand agonizingly slow, taking your time to work him rigid. 

"No, but your actions have consequences, lieutenant. You scorned me. You cut me so deep that I returned to my hometown, a place I swore I'd never visit, so I could try to find myself again." 

You met his gaze, though his eyes were fixated on your steady working below his unfastened belt. His hardness came back almost instantly, feverishly eager and throbbing. The rhythmic drawing must be blissful, but his chafing gloves must be delivering the exact level of subtle anguish you were aiming for. He was lacking an answer for you, but that's alright. It's not his time to speak. 

"You made me feel hopeless, lieutenant," your free hand shot to grip his jaw, just as he'd gripped yours, and brought his gaze to meet yours. "I felt empty and directionless, like how I felt when my family died." 

He was unquestionably listening, though his half-lidded eyes ensured his attention. Slow and steady, you eased your pace slightly to ensure this session lasted as long as you'd planned. 

"I think it's safe to say I don't handle rejection well, wouldn't you say?" You pressed. 

No response, just gently moving hips under your steady grip. That's not good enough. 

"Wouldn't you say, lieutenant?" You slapped your palm, hard, across his attentive cock, and he gasped. 

"Yes, yes…" he trailed. 

"Do you think that's fair, lieutenant?" You cooed, pouting your lower lip mockingly. "That you got to be cruel to me, using similar familial trauma we both share as an excuse?" 

His half-lidded ecstacy halted as he considered your words. There's that anger, there's that outrage. Doesn't it sting, Simon? 

"Fuck you," he spat, wrenching at his restraints harder than ever. 

You pressed the issue, pumping your hand harder and faster, combating with his attention to wrestle him back into submission. His hips heaved and bucked as he kicked his feet for leverage, but you held on to him like a mechanical bull. You blessed the name of whatever Western weapons manufacturer created such ironclad zip ties to be able to restrain such a beast. They should seriously up their prices. 

"Even after that, you didn't have the intelligence to see how much you'd scorned me." You turned to spit on his slick head, providing extra lubricant, spotting a pale bead on his tip. "And all those times afterwards. I had to press you to admit your vandetta, isn't that pathetic?" 

His head slumped backwards, gently rocking his hips with your rhythm as you brutalized him with his own gloves. Such a poor, weak man. Come undone by you so easily, so readily.

"Oh, and don't get me started on all the times you were mean for no reason in particular." 

He was approaching climax, evident by his shallowed breaths. Withdrawing your hand, he paused in his motions entirely, cock twitching and flinching. 

"Let's see, there's that time you chided me for making small talk when you were in the hospital," you exaggeratedly counted on the fingers of his glove, teasingly looking up at the ceiling in thought. "There's the time you made me feel like shit when I was chatting with you in Mexico, remember that dress?" His eyes fluttered as you recalled that memory, solidifying in your mind that he only feigned apathy towards your skimpy outfit. "You were rude to me when we first met in Chita, and you were cold when I was nothing but kind to you in Verdansk. Ah~ you were also disagreeable with me only minutes ago, before... this. Along with so many instances where you were mean without cause, and staring daggers for no reason at all. Does this all sound familiar?"

When your vision lowered, his eyes were locked on you—dark, intense, and full of spite. If his hands weren't fastened with those same zip ties he'd used on gunmen and criminals hundreds of times before, he'd likely be thrashing you right this minute. 

"You pick on people below you and flex your rank if they start to make sense." You cooed, leaning over him. 

His eyes locked on your breasts that hung before him, but your fist around him once again commanded his attention. He snapped back to meet your eyes hesitantly, and his brown puppy eyes gleamed in the red light.

"What do you want me to do about it? You know what my intentions were now. I just didn't want- I-" he stammered as you started to wrap your fist around his rock-hard cock once again. 

"I want you to apologize," you rolled your jaw in agitation as you spoke. 

"Fuck you," the soldier trembled. 

You hummed in satisfaction. Not satisfaction in his answer, but satisfaction that it meant you got to punish him more. It was exciting to work him to the edge and never let him find peace in the peaking conclusion. You couldn't help but feel your own ache coming on, watching him writhe and buck under your touch. Every muscle in your wrist had more sway over his fate than him, and his steady panting made it clear that you were on the right track.

His breath started to hitch, and you halted. Retracting your skilled touch, though not without the cost of slipping your own bare fingers into your dripping entrance. He noticed, almost immediately, craning his neck to watch you fuck yourself with your own two fingers. His eyes were forlorn and pleading. Again, you used your gloved hand to touch his eager length, but he sprung into that tipping point faster than you were expecting. He'll have to suffer this rising and falling tide until he learns to apologise, and like Pavlov's whistle, you'll grant him completion- if he's lucky. 

Your slippery thumb slid over your clit, sending lightning bolts of ecstasy through your body. Fingers worked too, coming out glistening and gleaming from your depths, all under his watchful eye. You didn't even have to touch him right now. His lifting hips did enough to communicate his proximity. Still, no dice. 

Giving it another shot, you waited until his contracting cock ceased and pursued your grip once again. Except you didn't. Your hand hovered over him, and he silently pleaded for more, craning to reach the comfort of his scratchy, gruff glove. 

"Do you want to apologise to me, lieutenant?" You purred, low and sultry. 

He gasped again, resting his head back down on the cold concrete, hearing the low thunk from his helmet connecting to the floor. Unsatisfied, you let your bare fingers slip back into your folds, and the soft squelching of your self-indulgence made his attention snap back to you. You couldn't help but chuckle lowly. The second your hand connected with his cock, it felt electric with anticipation. A little too close for your liking. He'll have to cool off. You're close to cracking him, and this time, you'll find peace. 

Both hands fell to your side. He'll have to take a few paces away from that ledge before you can continue, and you watched him swallow hard as he caught his breath. A short time was spent waiting for him to unwind, watching his chest rise and fall. In your boredom, you took the initiative to unbuckle the clasps on the side of his vest, to his protest, hoisting it over his head and tossing it aside with a hearty thump. One less layer, he still had his dark jacket and long pants to protect him. But you continued, taking it upon yourself to unclasp the buckle of his helmet across his chin, calmly placing it to the side while he watched you like an eagle. He'd sufficiently cooled off, enough for you to move in for your most brutal punishment. 

Lifting your knees, you planted yourself to straddle on his lap, midway over his muscular thighs. He bucked against your seating and muttered a series of 'fuck you'’s and other similar jaunts under his breath. You could deem his words as inconsequential, but that wouldn't be strictly true. With renewed outrage, you gripped his attentive and eager cock with brutal force. A groan caught in his throat, and you began to slide your fist along his length. Suddenly and barbarously, you pumped his cock with vicious speed, watching his mouth warp and open through the black fabric over his mouth. 

"Apologise, lieutenant," you chanted, feeling his muscles writhe under your flank. "Apologise for making me feel small. For making me feel hollow. For hurting me because you're not man enough to face your own emotions," in your fury, you'd worked yourself into a shout. 

No response, won't he learn that that's not good enough? A glob of saliva from your tongue re-administered the slickness his glove had absorbed. His head shot up to observe. Your pace was punishing, and his fingers bound above his head flexed and strained into fists as you worked. For someone so obsessed with rank, it's pleasing to see him come undone before you, all while reminding him what relentlessly spewing about his status gets him. 

"Apologise," you spat. 

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he pleaded, husky and desperate, "I'm sorry for hurting you. I shouldn't have been so mean to you. I'm sorry, I'm-"

His eyes were foggy, glazed over and unfocused. You'd worked him into a snivelling mess. Weak and hopeless, only a fraction of the desperation he'd inflicted upon you. Hopefully, this will be a lesson, lest you have to outfox him once again. He's not as all-seeing as he thinks he is.

"Good pup," you cooed, his whimpering sounded like music to your ears. 

Ghost's muscles trembled under you, and your steady heartbeat began to blare in your ears. His pleas sound genuine as if he's come to understand the anguish he'd inflicted. Your bicep almost started to strain with your crushing force and thunderous pace, and you could see his mouth form a perfect O through the cloth of his mask. A rare glimpse, interesting. Hips flexed and bucked under you, feeling like you were riding the mechanical bull rather than wrangling it. His breath hitched and shallowed, and this time, you didn't relent. 

A roaring groan tore through his chest, feeling like a drug in your system. Spasming and rising to bury himself deeper into your gloved fist, he spilled shooting white seed in pale ropes over his jacket. His breath caught and hitched as you worked the last dribble from his tip, wiping excess residue from his enormous spillage over his slick pants. Muscles slumped, and he looked like a vision of victory. You'd conquered this man, left him heaving and spent. Wrists fell limp, still securely fastened in his prison. Shaky breaths made his chest before you rise and fall, and you considered this a job well done. Now you just have to figure out how to free him without him thrashing you to death. You hadn't thought that far ahead.

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Spy X Family: It’s the season finale and you know what that means: actual plot progression! It’s time for Donovan to actually visit Eden and Loid gives a rundown of why he can’t just crash into the place despite being Lupin the Third on steroids. Now see this whole time I thought the plan was to assassinate Donovan idk where I got that idea but that’s what I assumed. But apparently it’s actually to just get in his good graces and ply him for info which seems completely unrealistic given the guy doesn’t step outside except for alumni shit, like this is why real operations usually gun for people a couple ranks down on the chain of command for info gathering given Donovan has Lupin Mask detection devices surrounding him at all times. First Anya tries to follow Damian and confront Donovan herself but she eventually has to dip out but not before reassuring Damian to have courage and face her father because she fucks up all the time and her father still loves her so even if he fucks up occasionally he should have faith in his dad too. This gives Damian the motivation to not back down on meeting his dad and keeps Loid’s operation going. He pretends to run into Damian accidentally while looking for Anya’s keychain she got last episode and luckily Donovan actually shows up to meet his son. So Loid gets to introduce himself and apologize for Anya decking Damian the first day of school (ironic that Anya’s very first fuckup is the only thing that gives him literally anything to talk about here) Loid vents about his frustrations raising Anya and Donovan’s like ‘yeah bro kids suck’ and Loid plays it off like ‘yeah they do but I try to talk to them on their level and meet in the middle’ and boosts up Damian as a good kid to try and draw them closer to each other while making sure Donovan remembers his name and face. It’s not much but it’s a foot in the door and outlines Loid and Donovan’s different perspectives on the prospects for the future, Donovan thinks only of how communication fails because you can’t really trust anyone and Loid is constantly seeking to understand everyone as much as possible (usually for spy shit but still).

Inuyasha: Naraku and Sesshomaru keep fighting and Naraku repeats his tactic of ‘If I let Sesshomaru beat me up enough then all my blood and guts will just eat him and shit’ from the last time they fought because Sesshomaru is OP and even the main villain can’t beat him really. Problem being Naraku’s blood is made of Super Venom and  will literally melt anyone that gets within ten feet of it which is bad news because there’s three very squishy humans and one moderately squishy half demon who’re about to get soaked in the stuff. Hosenki tells Inuyasha he needs to cut him down to get his power and break Naraku’s barrier and there’s a cool parallel of Sesshomaru and Inuyasha both saying ‘nothing else matters’ but Sesshomaru’s saying it about destroying Naraku despite the fact it may cause Kagome, Miroku and Sango to die but Inuyasha’s saying it about saving them even if it means losing his chance to gain Hosenki’s power. Hosenki’s moved by Inuyasha’s compassion and gives him a pass on the ‘cutting through unbreakable adamant’ thing and busts himself open so Inuyasha’s Wind Scar to wipe away Naraku’s miasma also carries the adamant shards and just fucking IMPALES Naraku and it’s SO SATISFYING because he’s been so fucking smug since Mt. Hakurei but like between Inuyasha making 60% of his body adamant crystals by impaling him and Sesshomaru’s followup turning his body into what’s essentially a fine paste, it’s really nice to see. Kagome even gets to use Kikyo’s arrow to shoot the jewel shard and purify it so he can’t take it with him while he runs away. Even Narkau says if he had fasttraveled like a second later he’d be really dead. Honestly as a kid I remember thinking it would’ve been fine if it just ended there like even by Naraku’s standards that escape was weirdly marginal, like everyone important was there and got a good blow on him but we still have Hakudoshi and shit to deal with so of course we’re not done yet. Though I gotta say the Adamant Barrage is one of my favorite Inuyasha moves like it’s just so visually cool looking and it just completely no-sells the ‘no but stronger barrier tho’ arms race that’s been going on for the past like fifty episodes. Though I also gotta say this is where they start leaning into the Tessaiga gaining new powers from defeating demons as something the Tessaiga inherently does and I’ve always assumed this was a retcon made at this point because the Wind Scar and Backlash Wave seemed inherent to the sword itself and the barrier crystal seemed to be a special case tied to the properties of the bat demon’s blood jewel itself but apparently this is the point where they’re just like ‘nah it gets new abilities whenever it kills a strong guy but only when it’s plot relevant because we don’t want it shooting lightning after he kills the Thunder Brothers or some shit’ and I think it’s like an editorial mandate that Shonen series have mechanics to keep throwing new powers into the mix because that’s what happened with MHA and it’s just kinda strange despite me liking the Adamant Barrage and Meidou Zangetsuha (not the biggest fan of the Dragon Scale though).

Yu Yu Hakusho: This is a weird episode, just kinda gonna say that up front. So Yusuke’s been training with the demon monks for a year but Raizen’s on his deathbed and snaps and decides to try to eat Yusuke because apparently he’s demon enough for Spirit World to be mad about him being in the human world but human enough for Raizen to eat I guess. Still they fight a bit and he’s even with Yusuke despite literally being ten minutes from dying. Yusuke snaps him out of it and he gives his backstory about why he doesn’t eat humans and it’s legit the most half-assed ‘a girl healed my wounds and didn’t immediately want to kill me so I fucked her’ story like Togashi’s usually a lot better about these, it’s so paint by numbers and it’s legit a one night stand where she takes off her shirt and is like ‘btw I’m poison so don’t eat me’ and Raizen’s so struck by her boldness and titties he literally says he ‘had no choice’ but to fuck her, like don’t get me wrong I’m a sucker for some impressive titties and a confident girl too but he gives Yusuke WAY too much detail about how he fucked his great great great great great great grandma and then decided to never eat humans again because they sex was just THAT good, like there was no grand romantic development to their relationship or playing at having a deep connection like he fucked her and then fucked off and then she died giving birth to his demon baby like holy shit that’s such a paper thin excuse plot like I could get better motivations out of a filler story. Anyway now that Raizen’s unloaded his story about unloading into Yusuke’s grandma he tells Yusuke Yomi’s a prick and Mukuro’s probably the lesser of two evils and fucking dies on the spot. Ever the rebel, Yusuke decides that the first thing he wants to do is go visit the person his deadbeat dad told him was impossible to reason with and, meanwhile Kurama and Hiei are counseling their new masters about what a wild card Yusuke is and not to underestimate his dumbassery because it fucks everyone up in the end.

Jujutsu Kaisen: It’s time for a good old-fashioned flashback arc! The first part of the episode is a big semi-unrelated setpiece about young Utahime and Mei Mei going through their own PT/Eternity Devil shenanigans and it’s pretty fun and does that weird anime rotoscoping thing which I’m not sure if I love or hate but it’s all a setup for Gojo and Geto’s introductions which is pretty nice since last week we got a good bit of foreshadowing for their backstories with the movie. The interesting thing here is when they’re talking to each other they both seem to have the exact opposite opinion of their current day selves with Geto being the one vouching for protecting the weak and Gojo going for strength above all else so from the outset we essentially put in high relief that this is going to be a story about Geto’s fall and Gojo’s rise to meet where their standards come to by the time of the movie/series. The main plot goes down and basically as I understand it the dude that’s the leyline for all the barriers and shit has to get fed a specific human every few years so his immortality still registers him as human and doesn’t go ‘wait this fucker’s 2000 years old, better make him a buddha’ because enlightened people are notoriously shit at actually having empathy for the existing world or doing anything to actively help people since the material world is fleeting and all that. So it’s kind of ironic that a bit of ritualistic sacrifice keeps him away from enlightenment but they liken it more to something like Orochimaru taking on a new host (or Gojo’s Digimon example but I don’t find that quite as useful). But yeah the catch is the sacrifice is a young girl who I’m sure won’t inevitably change the outlooks of two young men at the crossroads of life, though she’s also being hunted by a group of evil sorcerers and another group that can’t actually do shit but has lots of money to pay people to do shit and also one of the guys they’re paying is Megumi’s dad who everyone’s simping for I guess? I really like how effortlessly quirky and lighthearted a lot of the writing for this part is, like it’s goofy and unique but not in a sweaty way like a lot of the bigger stuff tries to be nowadays, really sells the previous generation being just as big of dorks as the current one.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off: So this is a weird series and I’m not entirely sure how I’m gonna go about breaking this one down considering it’s a lot more ‘vibe-centric’ for lack of a better word. There’s a lot of jokes that are probably better if you’re reading it as a comic or willing to stop and go back to read subtitles but I don’t have the energy for all that so I’m bound to miss a few. But yeah I think the premise for this one is fairly well-known already, it’s a quirky lovestory that gets all the people too isolated to be hipsters but too extroverted to be Goths going with its charming characters and unique/blatant references. It’s kind of funny that the romance between Scott and Ramona is the core because as far as I see it so far it’s a relationship where both people are the Manic Pixie Dream Girls which is kind of a fun dynamic, though it does fall into the normal romantic comedy traps of Scott trying to orchestrate a meeting and obsessing over a girl but it skirts away from being too stalkerish in the end. They kinda have like half a date and immediately almost fuck which makes me feel like a bitter loveless old person that hates romance because that seems unrealistic to me that they’re just randomly gonna hop in bed that quick, I’m from the ‘don’t kiss until the third date’ era of romantic comedies so like not saying it’s a terrible way to do things and it is nice they showcase both of them backing down and putting up and taking down barriers of consent but like I said it makes me feel old and bitter because this seems to be escalating WAY too fast. That’s kinda how I feel about a lot of this like I feel like I’m about a decade too old to romanticize being unemployed and mooching off a friend and being in a go-nowhere copyright-infringement named band but I am enjoying the vibe in general. But yeah now the actual plot comes in with the Gendo Ikari ripoff (because apparently every anime ever has to have one of those now) and the League of Evil Exes (I’m just kind of amused that they self-identify as evil, like idk why that’s so funny to me they’re so serious about it) and I do like how it seems like because Ramona herself is relatively closed-off we learn more about her through the path of each person she’s dated which is kind of a neat way to symbolize the path of truly connecting with someone which does kind of ease some of my worries about how quick they jumped into things. The first guy is just a random fleeting fling from middle school and I imagine there’ll be more progression and complicated relationships as we go (though damn Ramona’s 23 and she’s already dated seven people worth mentioning? Like that’s not too outlandish but that still seems above the norm at least) Anyway the first boss apparently has magic and turned Scott into tokens so… guess we’re going full magic next time… Also between this and Yuji in JJK and a few others there’s an odd number of anime that just have it like ‘oh yeah the protagonist was just kinda already good at fighting to begin with’ to get around them having to learn the basics of fighting.

Ranking of Kings: I’m kinda checking out on these honestly at this point, like I know I complained last time about this whole season seemingly being filler but yeah it’s just not as interesting retreading the small time lapses in the original story like making a Naruto filler arc but on purpose for some reason. This time all this is supposed to happen during the time Bojji’s heading back to his kingdom even though that was supposed to be a rush trip and they still barely made it back in time to save his mom, glad to know these detours almost cost Hilling her life because Bojji was fucking around with random bandits and spirit dogs. The first short is about Bojji and the Underworld Knights making camp in the canyon and ending up helping out a random family with a bandit problem while hiding from a giant t-rex like monster that just turns out to be the Underworld Captain sleepwalking and moaning. The second short is about them running into those spirit dog things they saw with the Big Lipped Alligator Moment guy from the start of Bojji’s journey (also Kage talks about it like he was there, like technically he was in Bojji’s bag but I can’t be bothered to check if he would’ve been in a position to see any of that shit but I’ll take his word for it) and yeah it’s the standard Avatar plot of ‘the spirits are angry but you gotta talk to them instead of fighting’ it’s fine it’s just really short and doesn’t go very far like a lot of these have been doing.

Vinland Saga: Season 2 starts off with the story of Einar, a young Englishman in the middle of a tragic backstory when JUST after he finishes rebuilding his village after it got pillaged, it gets pillaged AGAIN and his mom and sister die and then he’s shipped off as a slave. It’s kinda funny because when he says he’s from England I’m just guessing it was Vikings that did the pillaging given how the cultural climate of England was at the end of Season 1 it was basically free game for them, so it’s not Thorfinn’s old crew cause they’re all dead but it’s something very like his old crew that creates Einar’s origin story. Einar tries to take to heart his mom’s message about living well being the best revenge and always rebuilding after devastation but turns out living as a slave fucking sucks, who knew. Thankfully he’s at least sold off to people that while not exactly nice they are pragmatic and want the slaves treated well enough that they’ll look good enough to sell well to some rich assholes that probably won’t beat them too much which is probably better than being stuck in a foreign country with no food or money, like idk I assume Einar could at least figure out something to hunt but it’d probably be really rough and his escape attempt ends hilariously quickly when he runs out of food and tries to go pilfer some. He’s eventually broken in to trying to be a good slave just to stay alive and honor his mom’s ideology of trying to rebuild. He runs into Leif who’s looking for Thorfinn because apparently Thorfinn somehow got mixed into the slave trade after season 1 because I guess he’s just trying to go down the checklist of everything Thors was trying to save him from becoming. But yeah the sheer love that Leif is showing to try and save Thorfinn even now really gets to Einar and he puts in the last bit of effort to be sold off to a seemingly good-natured man with a HUGE farm. Like you know, owning people is never great but this guy at least seems like he’s not gonna beat the shit out of his guys for no reason and Einar is slowly starting to convince himself that he can live without his freedom and accept his fate. That’s when we find out Thorfinn WAS sold as a slave to THIS SAME GUY, and he’s fucking JACKED now, like it’s a big reveal of how old Thorfinn’s gotten given Leif didn’t look that much older and was still looking for Thorfinn as ‘short and blonde’ but the Netflix pic for Vinland Saga is legit older Thorfinn so that was spoiled a bit.

[independentzaun]

Hey Silco, you say your goal is to make Zaun a better place, but it seems like people just know you as the drug lord of Shimmer, what are some things you do to help better Zaun that people wouldn’t really think of? It’s no secret that place is very polluted, do you do anything to help with that, like try and keep pollutants from your factories to a minimum?

((I was working on drafts but I saw this, and had to respond. Content warnings for murder, police brutality, and anti piltover sentiment))

Looking down at the person who had just accosted him on the street Silco let out a long soft sigh. “You must be from Piltover because it’s only you people that only know me as either the Industrialist Silco, or now after the new Sheriff’s interference the drug lord.” For a long moment he stared at the other person considering what to do before nodding. “Walk with me.” This one single time he would indulge someone’s curiosity about the matter.

It was about a block before he spoke, and nodded towards a teenager running down the street with a prosthetic leg from the knee down that had a glow of shimmer running along it. “Scratch, he’s called that because for the first four months with that leg he was constantly scratching at the healing spot. Leaving aside the simple fact that Piltover doesn’t have any technology that can allow him to walk so easily once more do you know why he has it?” Glancing down for a moment Silco raised an eye than shook his head.

“I didn’t think so. There was a protest a few years ago. Piltover refusing to allow us more trade opportunities, or the opportunity to enlarge our Airship dock. He was twelve perhaps. Wasn’t actually in the protest at all, but he was curious and watching from an open window. An enforcer for one reason or another fired what they claimed to be a “less-lethal round”, I won’t dignify those things with the term nonlethal towards his building. It destroyed his knee, and his parents had to make a choice. A child that would never again be comfortable, and able to move around decently which is important here in Zaun or a prosthetic leg. They chose the leg that is powered by shimmer, and helps it connect with his nerves. He’s not high, or even particularly affected by the shimmer other than it helps make his leg actually his.”

Turning down a side street Silco continued walking, and nodded towards a line of street vendors. “There was a time when that would have been nearly unthinkable. Enforcers shoving stalls over, and demanding bribes and chasing away Zaunites that wanted to offer goods at a decent price so they could let some Uptowner come down and sell things at twice the cost. I keep the vendors, and merchants able to ply their trade with a minimum of fuss. I don’t even make them pay “protection money” or any such thing. Instead there’s an insurance fund for when a stall burns down, or a family member dies or other similar problems arise that for the record I don’t touch. They took the idea from the old mining guilds, and unions. All I do is ensure that the area they work in is kept free of interference, and them having more money means more money comes into the Last Drop or other businesses I have an interest in.”

Spotting a particular person with a mask that was almost full face Silco motioned towards them. “They have a lung disorder. Just the mask alone on a shipping trip from what I was told however would have left them incapacitated for three days, and they barely managed to make enough money to get by. There’s a warming tonic now that uses a bit of shimmer as an ingredient. Not a lot, but a bit. Helps with blood flow and something about that gets them more oxygen? I’m no doctor, but it works. Now they go shopping with little issue, and can still do other things afterwards. Would you like to know what they do?”

Not waiting for an answer Silco turned off the side street heading towards the docks. “They tell stories. To children, from books. It’s something I can respect. Fighting against your own body as it tries to prevent you from getting enough air to speak, and doing what you want anyways. Entertaining the sons and daughters of Zaun.” Eyes flickering towards the person with them Silco offered a mirthless smile.

“Ah, I forgot. Merely a drug lord. Yes? Regardless of how the product is used, or anything else I do? How fascinating to be demonized as just a drug lord. I wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that they consider Zaunites animals, and only ever use the Shimmer I sell them for entertainment refusing to acknowledge anything else about it. Perhaps one day you might consider how many medications in Piltover when taken in a different way, or a higher dose would be just for entertainment but no one regards the makers and sellers of those so poorly. Besides even if they were just for entertainment what would be the harm in that? Why does your society so poorly regard a persons ability to make themselves happy for a short while? That’s not even beginning to speak of the issues caused by how many people feel utterly hopeless due to circumstances beyond their control, and how Piltover’s greed and tyranny stomping down on Zaun’s throat over and over again have only made that worse.”

Guiding them down to the docks Silco waved at the water, and the fishers plying their trade. Nets, harpoons, boats going out and coming back in with a steady bustle of activity. “This is how Zaun feeds itself mostly. We use other things as additives of course, but a large portion of our diet comes from the water. I also ensure there’s a steady import of rice, beans, sausage, and cheap spices so that there can be a bit more variety. Alas I can’t arrange much in the way of steaks and the like because most people here couldn’t afford it, but I do ensure a certain degree of food is present. Giving credit where credit is do Vander tried reaching out to people to arrange a similar deal, but he simply didn’t have the money to buy in bulk sufficient to accomplish much. I do, and so Zaun’s population has grown a bit and although there are a few more addicts with various issues as a result most people are better fed.”

Waving for them to follow him Silco continued off the docks and down slowly towards the river itself. “So you see Piltover knows me as the Industrialist Silco. One of the very few Zaunites with enough money that they acknowledge me in any way although they inevitably reduce me down to a simple concept. Industrialist. Drug dealer. Monster. It doesn’t matter that shimmer, which you have no idea how it’s produced so I’m not going to bother answering your question about pollution, is as much a life saving medication as anything else, or that with me Zaun is more stable than it has been in decades, or that food is coming in, or that trade has been slowly but steadily increasing. What matters…” Getting to the river itself Silco tilted his head, and reached out placing a hand on the person’s shoulder. “Is that they refuse to see anything good about Zaun, or coming from Zaun. Because if there was anything good from here that’d mean they had done something bad, and they can’t accept that. So instead they fear us, and since right now I am one of the most well known ones that fear is pushed onto me.”

Looking out onto the water Silco took a deep breath. “They made me, and they made Zaun. They fear what they’ve created because they can only imagine one thing. That we want retribution as that’s what they would desire, and that limitation of imagination ensures they will never understand us. You see we just want the opportunity to prosper without Piltover’s constant interference. We have docks out to the water, we have an airship dock that if widened would provide us with a full size space to export goods to another city-state or country, and we have goods to sell be it medicine or prosthetic’s or any other manner of things… and I’m here to ensure that some day that will happen. Some day everything I’ve done will come together, and create something more magnificent than anything Piltover could ever imagine. Some day we will be what Piltover fears most of all. Independent, and prosperous proving them wrong that we are just animals to be crushed down into the darkness and left like mushrooms squatting on decay and refuge.” Patting at the persons shoulder Silco stepped around them.

“Of course since all they understand is fear, and punishment that’s all I can offer them. Even Jayce for all his vaunted “kindness and understanding” strolled into our city and killed one of our children and then afterwards told me we’d loose a war. Imagine that. Telling me that we’d loose after such a magnificent feat. He wasn’t content with killing one, but wanted to imprison another. My daughter, Jinx. I offered myself in her place, and he said no. He didn’t ask for chem-barons with power, and influence. He asked for a child who had defended her home. That is what Piltover is, and so despite the good I do in this city all they will ever see is darkness and monsters because that is what they are deep in their own souls. So I’ll reflect that, and teach them what fear is. Of course…” A deep breath came from Silco. “That means none of them can ever know any of this, friend.” Suddenly his hand moved and a knife was between the ribs of the person who he had explained so much to. A soft quiet gasp, and a shiver of a body feeling vital organs ruined with an expertly placed stab before a splash was heard of that same body falling face down into the water. Sniffing Silco wiped off his blade, and sheathed it. A cigarette lit, and he waved towards the body. “Good talk.” Turning Silco headed back up into Zaun humming softly to himself as he went.

“I believe that we'll conceive To make in hell for us a heaven A brave new world A promised land A fortitude of hearts and minds Until I see this kingdom is mine I'll turn the darkness into light I'll guide the blind My will be done until the day I see this kingdom has been won No more the servants of the weak.”

[my-indicare-04]

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[bottathrifts]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 10 cotton face masks, wicking, cool comfort fabric. Hanes. New in package..

[superiorcleanroom]

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[favouritefab-blog]

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[purcho]

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What Are STANDARD 3-PLY Face Coverings?

STANDARD 3-PLY face coverings are made from three layers of material designed to offer superior protection against airborne particles. The outer layer is typically made from a non-woven fabric that repels water and large droplets. The middle layer is a high-density filter that blocks smaller particles, including bacteria and viruses. The innermost layer is made from a soft, absorbent material that ensures comfort during prolonged wear.

The Benefits of STANDARD 3-PLY Face Coverings

Enhanced Protection: The three-layer design of STANDARD 3-PLY face coverings provides enhanced protection compared to single-layer or cloth masks. The middle filter layer is particularly effective at trapping harmful particles, making these face coverings ideal for use in crowded places, public transportation, and other high-risk environments.

Comfortable Fit: Comfort is crucial for face coverings, especially when worn for extended periods. STANDARD 3-PLY face coverings are designed with comfort in mind. The inner layer is soft and gentle on the skin, reducing the risk of irritation. Many designs also feature adjustable ear loops and a nose wire to ensure a secure, personalized fit.

Breathability: Despite their multi-layer construction, STANDARD 3-PLY face coverings are designed to be breathable. This is essential for maintaining comfort and ensuring that the wearer does not feel suffocated or overheated, even during physical activities or in warm weather.

Disposable and Hygienic: STANDARD 3-PLY face coverings are intended for single use, which enhances their hygienic properties. After use, they can be safely disposed of, reducing the risk of contamination compared to reusable masks that require frequent washing. This makes them a convenient and practical choice for daily use.

Affordable and Accessible: One of the significant advantages of STANDARD 3-PLY face coverings is their affordability and accessibility. They are widely available in various retail outlets, both online and offline, and are often sold in bulk at reasonable prices. This makes it easy for individuals and families to stock up and ensure they always have a supply on hand.

Choosing the Right STANDARD 3-PLY Face Covering

When selecting a STANDARD 3-PLY face covering, it’s important to consider factors such as fit, material quality, and certification. Look for face coverings that are certified by health authorities or meet established safety standards to ensure they provide the protection you need. Additionally, choose products from reputable manufacturers to avoid counterfeit or substandard masks.

Conclusion

STANDARD 3-PLY face coverings offer a reliable, comfortable, and effective solution for everyday protection against airborne particles. Their three-layer design provides enhanced filtration, while their comfort and breathability make them suitable for extended wear. The convenience of disposable use adds an extra layer of hygiene, making them a practical choice for anyone concerned about health and safety.

By incorporating STANDARD 3-PLY face coverings into your daily routine, you can ensure that you and your loved ones are better protected against potential hazards. Their affordability and widespread availability mean you can easily maintain a steady supply, helping you stay prepared and safe in various situations. Embrace the benefits of STANDARD 3-PLY face coverings and prioritize your health and well-being with this essential protective tool.

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The Continuation

Ten long years after the Wilson Brothers grew up and began living in the blessed light of the double-smiling eagle, there was another incident of note. It occurred in the ruinous little city of Santa Ninfa, which sat half-propped above the warm depths of the sea on a precipice riddled with the tombs of long-forgotten ancestors, their faces obscured by masks of bright colored clay. To be honest, the place was basically slumping into the sea like some kind of ornate, shredded accordion that couldn’t hold itself up as well as it used to. Salt-frosted windows and creativity were all that seemed to keep it going in that time, and in true creative spirit, it had a lonely opera house named after a favored brand of oat milk ice cream.

The star of the opera house, a young castrato by the name of Clarence Bonaventura, had been discovered slumped in his dressing room chair, frozen solid by his own stagnation. From the day of the dress rehearsal to the evening of the opening night, the opera company tried to thaw him. They held a grease lamp under his feet, steamed his armpits, and even tried to ply him with his little dog, King. It only seemed to make his appearance frostier by the second, so that icicles hung from his nose and an ice zucchini began forming behind his right ear.

Medically, the doctors could only say that Clarence was as good as dead. The last police officer left in that degenerate city was called in by some unknown agent, and the case was made to issue a death certificate. After three days of relenting, the officer forced the issue, and her legal will couldn’t be denied any longer and the opera company relented.

That morning, Dr. Orfeo, a young surgeon of dark mien was the sole patron at the counter of Cafè-Bar Happiness, drinking a pistachio cappuccino as he thought that, of all the roads he traveled, he never expected to be brought back to this place so soon. For a moment, a flicker of humanoid form alighted by the stool next to his before it blinked away. Looking away, his mind stormed with memory and regret until he snapped out of it, noticing the headline on the back of the barista’s newspaper: 

“OUT OF COMMISSION: Authorities say Opera Singer will Never Thaw!”

After asking the barista about the case and hearing about Clarence Bonaventura’s plight, Dr. Orfeo finished his drink, paid his tab, and made off for the opera house with a swirl of his dark coat, beating the rickety ambulance there by mere minutes.

He strode in past the box office, past the usher that tried halfheartedly to stop him, and stormed all the way to the backstage dressing room, where he found a somber crowd gathered around what seemed to be more popsicle than castrato.

“Hello,” Dr. Orfeo started, “I’m Doctor Orfeo, a surgeon recently arrived in town. I heard about Clarence’s situation and came right away. I know how to help. I’ve seen this problem before, and it isn’t a physical problem; it’s an issue of spiritual architecture.”

After the opera company barricaded the way up to the dressing rooms, Dr. Orfeo got right to work, drawing a chalk circle around Clarence, then withdrawing a vial of a blue quicksilver substance, which he emptied out into the circle. He knelt down near the circle and withdrew a small sheaf of pineapple paper with esoteric symbols written on the front and back, and began singing the code with a soft dirgelike quality.

And what happened next caused noses to bleed all around the doctor; it was so incredible that no one knew if they were coming or going anymore. The pool of strange fluid began to surge with its own light until it took on a galactic quality, swirling madly until it became a maelstrom. Then, emerging from the whirling force’s eye as a grasping hand, then a sinuous arm, then a gyrating torso, a turning head, and a pair of stomping feet was THE DANCING MACHINE. Steam cooed from its dancing emanations. It snapped its faceless attention on Clarence, and lunged at him with a leaping double-kick, tap-tap-tapping its heels over the ice zucchini and shattering it into a million pieces. The astral form danced all over Clarence in ways no one could figure out how, defying laws of logic and gravity, with the sounds one would normally hear at a chiropractor’s office.

In the blink of an eye, it was all gone. There was nothing left of that spectacle aside from a tiny marble of surging blue, which the Doctor picked up, and swallowed as though it was a mere pill. Wordless, he went to see himself out, leaving behind a completely restored Clarence Bonaventura.

Someone from the crowd asked Clarence if he was feeling alright, and if he knew what had happened. He just gave a look in the direction the Doctor went in, and said, “I think someone raw-dog denim dick dialed me.”

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