#um practice gun safety

[oni-1-oni-none]

bonus sketch too under the cut

[spooky-bunnys]

Carl Grimes x male reader who is the leader of his own settlement in a private school and they become close and they are so cheesey and cute together and sneak out to see each other

I miss The Walking Dead. I stopped watching after like the middle of the 6th season. I just couldn't handle all the death anymore. But I hope you enjoy.

When (Name) was a kid he had a best friend that not only was his classmates, but was his neighbor. His name was Carl Grimes. He was everything to (Name). Just like how (Name) was everything to Carl. Especially since all (Name) had was his grandmother. Who half the time didn't even remember the poor (hair color) male.

So when the world fell apart. Neither boys knew what happened to the other. Carl tried to convince his mother and Shane to help his friend but they were more worried about getting themselves out and to safety then for the kids. Sadly when (Name) when to the Grimes household and saw it ransacked he thought the worst.

That Carl hadn't made it. (Name)'s grandmother hadn't. In fact she had attacked poor (Name) who sadly had to choose between his life or her dead life. She was already turned so (Name) didn't feel as much guilt as he would've if she was alive.

(Name) over the years had been all over the place. Saving many people and families. While some people tried to double cross him, (Name) didn't let that affect him. (Name) would save whoever he could and if they chose to stay with him, he'd let them as long as they don't hurt others in the group.

(Name) had honestly never been one for violence but sometimes that's all a person knows. He has done some questionable things over the years. But the others in his group didn't hold it against him. They knew he was just doing it with their safety in mind. Especially after an incident when a man tried to force himself on one of the younger girls.

That was the first time (Name) had killed a living being. It haunted (Name) but the thanks that the girl and her parents have him helped. His wife had tried turning the group against him. Calling him a murder and a liar. Until the girl explained what happened in exact details.

The woman didn't say anything after that. Just asked for a few supplies and left the group. (Name) had of curse blamed himself but the group supported him. So when they had found a private school in an hour and half from D.C. he decided the group needed to settle.

So he worked hard along with the volunteers that helped him clean it out. They turned it from a private school to a heavily protected fortress. He set up a routine with the workers and was even able to give the children the feeling of normality with going to school. Which made many people happy including himself.

He had a routine fr scavenging, training, teaching, and guarding. He had displayed it on the inside of the front door. But when people wanted to change they had to discuss it with him and see if anyone would switch. If nobody could switch he'd do it himself. Since everybody needs a break he'd say.

So imagine his surprise when on one scavenging hunt he runs into not only the old sheriff but his son too. "Mr. Grimes? C-Carl?" The two had quickly turned with weapons drawn. But both were pleasantly surprised to see it was someone alive. "Um I'm sorry how do you know us?" (Name) pulled his long hair up showing off his face.

"It's me. (Name). (Name) (Last Name)." The two froze. "Holy shit (Name)!" Carl practically tackled the poor male to the ground from the surprise hug. (Name) yelped and winced upon impact and Rick quickly pulled Carl off the smaller boy. "Are you bit?" Rick asked gun trained on (Name). "Ah-no. I broke my left hand earlier trying to get something off a high self."

The two Grimes looked at him confused. "Oh I was scavenging for my group." The two tensed at the information. "Are you talking about the Saviors?" (Name) confused tilted his head. "Saviors? I don't know who that it. But I'm talking about my group. We're set up at John Kennedy Academy. It was a private school before everything happened."

The Grimes looked at each other then looked at (Name). "Whose the leader then?" (Name) pointed at himself. "I am. Surprising I know but I've worked extremely hard to get to where I am and I'm very proud of it." The two shared a look and Rick nodded. "We'll take you back to your group then. I know Carl is dying to spend more time with you." Carl blushed and lightly hit his father.

(Name) chuckled and nodded. "Alright follow me if you want. I came in a car. Do you guys need a ride?" The Grime winced then nodded. (Name) led them to the van he was using. "This is our Scavenger Van as the kids like to call it." Rick chuckled with a nod. He knows how kids are. When they piled in (Name) realized something. "Um actually could one of you two drive. I forgot about my broken hand..."

Rick nodded and took over as the driver as (Name) directed him to the Academy. When they arrived at the gate an older male had his gun trained on Rick. "Staye your business!" (Name) rolled down the window and stuck his head out. "Nick! It's okay they're with me. I accidentally broke my hand again!" The man now identified as Nick opened the gate.

Once they entered Nick immediately opened (Name)'s door and took a look at his hand. "Yep definitely broken. What'd you do this time kiddo?" (Name) bashfully looked away and softly spoke. "I tried climbing shelfs for items." Nick huffed and messed up (Name)'s hair. "Well get to Stefanie then. We should have the right material to bandage it."

The male nodded and turned to leve but saw the Grimes. "Oh I completely forgot! Nick meet my old neighbors M. Sheriff Rick Grimes and his son Carl." Nick nodded at the two and shook their hands. "My name is Nicholas Blake. Or just Nick for short. I was a baker before the world ended." Rick nodded before asking. "How'd you meet (Name) then?"

Nick was silent for a moment. "I-I had lost my wife and daughter. They'd be bit and I couldn't kill them. So they turned. I couldn't find it in myself to end them but luckily this kiddo saved me." Nick ruffled (Name)'s hair again making said male whine. "Now (Name) go to Stefanie for that hand while I take the stuff in." Rick offered to help which Nick agreed. Leaving (Name) and Carl.

"Wow (Name). You've done a lot over the years haven't you?" (Name) nodded and started up the Academy stairs. "Care to join me?" (Name) held out his right hand. Carl smiled softly and grabbed it letting (Name) lead him. It honestly felt like old times as they walked and talked about what happened over the years.

"Wait so your telling me. Because you killed her husband who was trying to harm a little girl, she tried turning your own group against you? What did you do?" (Name) smiled sadly. "I didn't do anything. The girl came forward and told everyone what had been happening before I stepped in. She told her everything in detail. The wife didn't say much after that. Just asked for a few supplies and left."

Carl nodded. He knows how hard it is after killing a living for the first time. While they were walking and chatting many and the settlers saw how happy their leader was and smiled. Glad he finally had his happiness again. Well that was until they made it to Stefanie's office.

"(Name) (Last Name)! What on earth did you do this time?!" Stefanie was a lady in her early 40's and honestly the look on her face scared Carl a little bit. (Name) stared at the ground and kicked at an invisible rock. "I was climbing a shelf to get a some cans of food and an undead sent the shelf backwards and I landed wrong."

Stefanie sighed and ran a hand down her face. "Honestly kid. Your so clumsy I swear. What are you gonna do when we run out o medical supplies?" (Name) had answered without hesitation. "I'll go out for more. We have too many people here to not have any medical supplies. Which reminds me! I found the equipment you had asked me to look for a few months ago! Nick should be bringing it up here or Mr. Grimes will."

Stefanie smiled softly. "Thanks kid. Your always looking out for us. But whose gonna look after you?" That's when Carl spoke up. "I will. I know how clumsy he is. So I'll gladly look out for him." Carl sent (Name) a soft look and Stefanie couldn't help but snort. "Young love."

[novasintheroom]

Learning to shoot - Vash x Reader

Now part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3!

A glistening brown bottle sits squarely on a fence post. It didn’t have much to do today, other than sit pretty. And, hopefully, get shot off its seat.

POP! BANG!...POP POP!

That doesn’t look likely.

Another bullet cracks by the bottle’s neck. You groan, lowering your gun. “Eleven bullets,” you mutter, adding them up as a shopping list for the next town. “This is stupid.” Then, louder, “This is stupid! I can’t hit it; I’m wasting your bullets!”

“No, you’re not,” Vash says. He sits on a nearby rock, munching on a maple-frosted donut for breakfast, your own powdered jelly sitting precariously close to his wandering hands. Through a mouthful of pastry, he calls, “Try again! Feet wide!”

You sigh loudly for emphasis. Fumbling to reload the gun, a few golden bullets spill on the sand. You grit your teeth. “What does it matter that I learn to shoot something? I’ve gotten this far without it!”

“Yeah,” Vash swallows half his donut in one go, licking his fingers, “but you’re traveling with me now. And you asked to learn anyway.”

“Didn’t think I’d have to get up at the butt-crack of dawn to shoot a bottle, though.”

Vash hums and stuffs the rest of the donut in his mouth. “Just don’t want you shooting anyone’s head off.”

And that was fair. Vash could take care of himself and others with his gun. You, squeamish as you are with weapons, are a hinderance to this status quo. You know this, and Vash knows this, though he’ll never admit it. You try to be a good travelling companion, but it’s hard when you can’t defend yourself. Poor Vash has been put through enough gun fights and brawls just to protect you.

You take a steady breath and go into a wide stance. It’s your turn to protect yourself. You raise the little pistol and spot down your arm the glint of amber twenty feet away.

Steady. Aim.

POP!

The shot goes wide.

A frustrated snarl rips your throat. “Vash– “

“Hold on, just,” he trots over with a smile and goes behind you, “you’re locking your knees. Keep them bent just a bit. It’ll help with the recoil.” He kicks at your left foot. “Keep one leg a bit behind, too.”

“I’ve been doing that,” you grump, but do as he says. It’s awkward, standing like this, but you suppose it’ll get easier with more practice. “Okay, so I just – “

“Just a sec.”

His side presses into yours, and your breath stills. One of his arms comes up to hold your own. You can smell the maple on his breath. “Relax your shoulders,” he presses his hand into the groove of your shoulder and neck, “you want to be firm, not frozen. And – “ he leans forward, adjusting where you’re pointing, “try aiming a little higher than you have been.” He whispers something to himself, the words brushing the shell of your ear.

Goosebumps spread across your arms, and you’re grateful to have a jacket hiding them.

Careful of the warble in your voice, you ask, “I’ve seen you shoot with both eyes open and one eye shut. Which is better?”

Vash shuffles, his chest brushing against your back. “Keep both eyes open when you’re close to a target,” he says, “if you need more focus, close your weaker eye.” At your nod, he leans forward. His lips almost brush your ear. “Try again now.”

A hush comes. There is only the bottle, the gun, the sound of Vash’s coat brushing against your own clothes. You let out a long breath…

…BANG!

The bottle sprays apart in a shower of golden shards. An involuntary yelp erupts from your throat, and suddenly you’re cheering, turning around to hug Vash. He laughs and squeezes you tight.

“I did it!” you shriek in his ear. “I shot it!”

“Careful, put the safety on!” He grabs the gun out of your flailing hands and locks it up. Safe from friendly fire, he hands the gun back and smiles. “See? It’s not so bad.”

You holster the gun. “Well, it’s fun when it’s not something living! Can we try again?” He winces, and you mirror it. “Um…after the next job, I mean. Need to get more bullets, huh?”

He laughs. “Maybe we can find some rubber bullets in one of these towns soon. Then you can use as many as you want!”

“Maybe…” You stop and lean closer to his face. Your hand comes up to trail at his cheek. Vash feels his ears go pink, his cheeks redden. What are you…? Did you want to…?

“Is that…donut powder?”

His hopes are dashed, replaced with primal fear as realization dawns. “Uh…”

“Vash! Did you eat my donut?!”

He backs away with nervous laughter. “Uh…I – well I – “ He takes off, and can’t help but laugh at your shriek of rage as you give chase. He laughs again when you curse his long legs. “It’s payment for the bullets! The bullets!”

Well, at least your morning is eventful.

[fortune-fool02]

A Sweet Smile

Leon Kennedy x female reader

Requested by: anonymous

Prompt: 1.smiling at each other from across the room

Hii!!! Can I request prompts 1 for Leon for "cute interactions"? Because Leon has such a beautiful smile and it makes me ehdhejdhxjsjsb

It can be where the reader always smiles at Leon during training and he's kind of confused but smiles back. Or whatever you want. Up to you!

Love your writing too❤️

Warning: No spoilers for RE 2 Remake. Fluff.

I absolutely love this request! Leon has such cute smiles! I decided to go for RE 2 Leon for this. Sorry if this is short.

Please enjoy.

The muffled sound of gunshots bounced about a little, bullets shooting through the targets one after another. Each one roughly around the centre, even if they were a little off by centimetres. It wasn't bad, his aim was improving.

Leon took a breath as he lowered the gun, the light dash of adrenaline lingering in his veins, leaving him feeling a little fuzzy. Though he didn't really want to have to use a gun, he understood the reasoning behind it. Either way, he was just happy to finally be here. To be part of the Police Department he had always dreamed of as a child. Even if his most recent break-up wasn't pretty. Still, he pushed that to the bsck of his mind to forget and focused on the next targets.

The targets went down again after he emptied his magazine into them, and a low whistle could be heard. A young woman stood by, leaning against the wall.

"Nice shooting there, rookie." Her voice held a sense of approval, her lips lifted into a smile that sent a flutter of butterflies in Leon's stomach. He blinked before returning a lightly nervous smile, not quite sure how to respond with this feeling.

"Thanks. Um, I'm Leon Kennedy." He introduced himself, putting the gun's safety back on then set it down on the table in front of him, carefully removing the safety gear on his face.

"[Name] [Surname], a pleasure to meet you." He had heard that name a few times around the department. Talented with a gun and able to hold her own. She walked over to him, her eyes drifting from his face down to the gun beside him, "You're not bad with that. Better than I was expecting." Little threads seeped into him at her words, making him feel light and warm.

"Thanks. I thought I'd just get some more practice in before I head out on patrol later." She hummed in agreement. There was no such thing as too much practice with a gun, especially when it came to some of the criminals they had to face. People who wouldn't hesitate to take a life. Leon had to be prepared for an encounter.

She had seen a too many good people get hurt because they hesitated or missed.

Picking up the gun again, she handed it to him. "Hold it." Confused, Leon did as told, holding the gun how he usually did. [Name] moved behind him, her hands sliding down his arms to aim it back at the targets. Her lips close to his ear,

"When aiming, don't always aim for the centre. Remember, they'll be moving and you'll have the wind." Her hands slowly guided his lower, "And relax your shoulders. You'll hurt yourself otherwise."

Listening to her guidance, Leon eased some tension in his shoulders and took a slow breath. Her body heat was comforting and soothing, more so than the cold metal of the gun in his hand.

"There you go." [Name]'s praise sparked more in him before she pulled away and lightly patted his back. Turning on her heel, she began to head out of the shooting range and stopped at the doorway, "Also, Leon. You look cute when you smile."

Heat began to fill his cheeks, his lips lifting up into a small, warmer smile.

[jpitha]

Just a Little Further 20

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Ugh. again? Sure seems like I'm getting shot at a lot. As I notice the shot, it's as if time slows down around me. I can't tell if this is a function of the Nanites or just my regular perception but it doesn't really matter right now. I reach behind me and grab my rifle automatically - side note, I really need to remember to thank Ava for bringing it - and bring it forward, toggling the safety off and switching to three round burst in one fluid motion. Yes, I practiced it.

Without even bringing the rifle up to my shoulder I fire off a quick burst from my hip. The goal is to make them duck and stop shooting, not to hit them or anything. The rounds fire extra slowly, this must be the Nanites. After the third round discharges, I bring the rifle up to my shoulder and realize that everyone is still behind me.

I steal a glance back and in my high perception slow motion, I can see that nobody was hit from the shot. Ava has noticed and is moving so slowly to push Omar and Um'reli out of the way. Um'reli just noticed the shot and is ducking, and I don't think Omar noticed yet at all. He must have been distracted with something else.

There, off to the side on the second floor balcony. I catch a glint of something. I concentrate harder, and time slows further. I get the feeling this is going to hurt once I adjust my perception back to normal, but for now it's saving all of us. It's like my eyes are in maple syrup, but I can swing them up and see a sniper setting up a shot. I can't hold off the gunner in the barricade and the sniper up high.

What am I going to do? I wish I could just get them to stop shooting for a moment.

Oh wait, I'm an idiot.

I speed my perception back to normal, take a breath and shout as loud as I can,

S̵̢̛̝͎̀̐̍̈́̉͛̓̒̈́̍̌̄́͂̐̊̀͛̃̏͜͠Ţ̵̱̻͖̪̮͈̦̫̹̝̪̯͚͉̹͕̈́̓́̽̾̏̓͘͘ͅO̸̡̨̡̢̰̼̮͎͓͈̪̟̲̻͑͛͌͋̏̾̈́̎͋͂̇͋͛͆͌̓͐̔̃̆͐͋͑̕͜P̶̨̜͍͇͚̟̪̹̺͖̹̜͕̥̖̅͒̑͌̔͜

I catch my breath and look around. Looks like I'm not being shot at anymore. I turn back and make sure my friends are all right.

Uh oh.

Everyone around me is frozen.

I might have over done it.

They've all... stopped. Just like I told them, I guess. Omar, Ava and Um'reli are staring at me, unmoving.

"Oh! Sorry! Sorry! Um, ỳ̵̧͖o̷͉̩̊ŭ̷͕̂ ̶̨̤͝ẗ̶̩́ḧ̷̙͖͂r̸̻̈̀e̷͙͒è̴͍̞ can move, please."

All three of them fall over as they regain the ability to move again. Omar was the first to recover. "Melody, what the hell was that?"

"Well we had the shooter over in the barricade, and then I noticed a sniper up on the second floor balcony and I wasn't sure if there was another sniper that I didn't see and I just wanted everyone to stop so I could catch my breath and see what's going on."

He shook his head. "No, I mean, Melody, how did you do all that so fast? The first shot had barely fired when you grabbed your gun, returned fire, and used your Voice."

"Oh that. It turns out that I can adjust the rate that I perceive things. It's not like slowing or speeding up time, just my perception of it."

Um'reli looks at me. "Can we do that too?"

I shrug. "I don't know, but it's not the Voice and it is because of the Nanites so... probably?"

Ava looks at me and reaches into a pocket. She takes out a napkin she must have grabbed at the restaurant and dabs under my nose. "You're bleeding again hon. Is this going to happen every time you exert yourself?"

"I sure hope not." I manage weakly.

"Uh Melody, the shooter?" Omar is pointing at them.

Oh right! I walk over behind the barricade and check them out. It's an Aviens, I don't think I recognize them. They're frozen in the process of reloading. Hmm. I reach down and plug the magazine from their hands. Are they breathing? Looks like. Whew. Okay, so they just stopped moving but their bodily functions haven't ceased. I wonder if I can do that. Kill people by just telling them to stop breathing.

You can. Some Empresses preferred it as a method of execution.

Mentally, I make a face. That seems a bit much to me.

Dammit. The Administrators are forcing my hand. I don't want to have to order everyone around to get what I want, but I think I'm going to have at at least at first.

It makes sense. You represent a shift in the status quo. They hold the power now, and do not wish to relinquish it. You will have to make them do it. Melody, did you think that you could walk up to them, tell them you were Empress and they'd bow and let you take over?

When you say it that way, it sounds naïve!

Ugh. Fine. I take a breath. Now that I know what it feels like to integrate - at least partially - to the starbase, I wonder if there's anything I can control without being on the Throne.

I reach out and concentrate. Hmm. I can feel the systems, but it's almost like a read-only version. They're fainter, softer. There. That's the starbase public address system. Can I focus on a location, on a building. Ugh, this is hard, I wish I was on my Throne.

"Okay, can you hear me? Check Check Check?"

Ava gasps. "Yes! We can hear you Melody. You're speaking through the starbase? Can everyone hear you?"

"Ideally no. It's supposed to be just this building. But if more people hear it, that's fine. Okay, here goes..."

C̵̣̪̟͇̫̖͐͝ò̶̘̖̠͓̼͈̗́m̵̡͉̰̫̾͐e̵͙̝͕̣̘͋͒̚͠ ̸̛̫̝̳͔͊̅t̷̡̮̤̮̬͚́o̶̝͍̟͚̗͙͝ ̵̺͇̺̜͋̆m̶̧̛̺̮̗̅ȩ̷͙̲͔̦̲̘̍́̾.̴̡̀

Immediately, I see the change through my connection. Silently, people rise from where they are and bein walking towards the lobby where we are. Before long at all, a crow has formed, silent and staring. I glance through the crowd and I can't see the Administrators.

"Where are the Administrators?"

"They are not here, Empress" the crowd replies. Neat!

"Where are they"

Not everyone knows, so only those that do reply. Two Aviens reply in harmony. "They have retreated to a shelter. They hope that you will leave."

"They did not hear my order?"

Stony stares back. Nobody knows.

"I am your Empress, I rule here."

"This is self evident, Empress." they all reply.

"The Administrators' rule has ended. Does anyone dispute this?"

"No, Empress."

"No longer will I tolerate being shot at." I look up at the Sniper. "Any further attempts upon my life or the lives of any other builders will be seen as treason and will be punished severely."

"Yes, Empress."

"Find the Administrators. Bring them before me."

"Yes, Empress."

"Alive please."

"Yes, Empress."

Ava nudges me "the Hotel" she hisses.

"Oh yeah! Um, also where is the finest hotel on this Starbase? Me and my Builders need a place to sleep and rest."

One person only, an Azurian speaks. I wonder why? "The Royal Dawn is thought by some to be the finest hotel on this part of Reach of the Might of Vzzx. People make use of it when traveling around the starbase for holy pilgrimages and festival days."

"Why were you the only one who replied?"

"Some didn't know, others had different opinions about lodging. I had a strong conviction that I was right."

I concentrate and try and search for the name. There! I know where it is. I can even see it in my minds eye. Yes, this will do nicely.

"Thank you for your work. Complete your task. You are dismissed."

Everyone strides out of the lobby. Shrugging, I motion to Omar and Ava and Um'reli to follow.

The crowd from the Administrative offices silently walks down the promenade a short distance, crowds outside watching curiously. They reach a door somewhat hidden against a wall and one of them comes forward. It is an Aviens and in their clawed hand is a ring. Attached to the ring is a number of small dots on strings. Is it a key ring? They press one against the door, and it opens with a his of old seals.

A small group of people rush inside, and I can hear a commotion. Before not too long, Starlight on a Moonless Evening, The Smell Of The Ocean and Rapid River Roaring are dragged out. They struggle against the iron grip of the crowd."

I affect a sneer and snarl at them. "Where are the Mariens? Where are Vivvix and Zemmlin?"

"We don't know, Empress! We truly don't know! After we heard The Smell of Soil after Rain's damned congregation coming around and telling everyone to go to the Throne tomorrow, we set up the barricades, tried to set the trap and hid! It is the truth!"

I̶̞̗̽ ̶̨̤̉͂̔ͅą̵͉̥̃ṃ̷̱͈̓́̿ ̶̫̦̃̌̌Ȇ̶̢̱̜͘m̴̢̯̋̚p̶̙͔̪̓̕r̴̘̞͈͒̇͘ë̶̡͖̟́s̵̗̜͒̍s̵̬̆̆͑

"Yes, you are, Empress! You are a just and merciful Empress!" Rapid River Roaring is doing the majority of the talking here, cowering.

"Rapid River Roaring, The Smell of the Ocean, you have one chance. Find Vivvix and Zemmlin or find out where they have gone, and bring the news to me before the celebration tomorrow." They jump to their feet and take off at a run down the promenade. I turn to the last Aviens.

"Starlight, do you have a ship docked here?"

"Yes, Empress, High Line is our starship. It is where we do a majority of our decision making."

"It is spaceworthy?"

Even though my interrogation, Starlight on a Moonless Evening still lets some disappointment and disgust show through. "No, Empress. Our ship's drive failed quite some time ago, and none remain who know how to repair it."

Hmm. An opportunity.

"Starlight, an opportunity presents itself. I find myself without a starship, and you find yourself with a starship in need of repair. Prove your worth to me, and I shall take your ship as my flag carrier, repair it better than you've ever had it, and we shall open the Gate and begin the reconquering of my empire.

At this, Starlight looks up at me, eyes wide. Their body language is unbelieving. "Why would you do that Empress? We conspired to trick you and kill you."

I shrug "I mean, I get it. I don't like it, but I get it. I am choosing to be merciful." I bend down and meet their eyes. "Do not make me regret my choice. When I choose to not be merciful, you will not like it." I stand up tall and look down my nose at the Aviens.

"S̵̡̅̈́ẗ̷̯́̅ȁ̶̧̗͝r̴̨̠͋l̴̢͠í̵̢̮͑g̷̥̒̔͜ḫ̷̊̚ṱ̷̛̘͋ stop breathing."

Starlight looks at me confused, and then tries to take a breath.

And cannot.

Panic fills their eyes. They claw at their throat and thrash around. Their mouth opening and closing with nothing happening. They look up at me imploringly. Their mouth is making motions like they're trying to speak, but with no air they can't.

Omar glares at me "Melody! Let them breathe!"

"S̵̡̅̈́ẗ̷̯́̅ȁ̶̧̗͝r̴̨̠͋l̴̢͠í̵̢̮͑g̷̥̒̔͜ḫ̷̊̚ṱ̷̛̘͋. You may breathe."

Starlight takes huge shuddering gulps of air, panting, their face looking up at me with true fear.

"Remember this, Starlight. I rule here. Even the very air you breathe is under my command."

"Yes, Empress." they pant.

"Tomorrow, after the celebration, we shall visit High Line and see if we can work with it."

"Yes, Empress."

I look at the assembled crowd. "Do you see what I am capable of? I do not offer tricks or games. Serve me well and be rewarded. Fail me, and your very home will reject you bodily."

They reply as one. "Yes Empress."

"You are d̵̯̒̅į̴͗͊s̶̡͎̏m̷͍̆̌͜į̵̪̍s̸͖̓̈́s̶̜̓͝ḙ̶̞̽̈́d̶̯͈̂͗. Go back to work, and finish your tasks."

As the crowd is given back to themselves, they bink and stare at me in horrified fascination. They back away quickly, the people in the rear of the crowd breaking into a run.

After a moment, we're alone again. Um'reli looks at me oddly. "That was... awfully intense Melody. Is that how your rule will be?"

I sigh "I hope not Um'reli, but I think I'm going to have to throw my weight around at least a little to get people to actually believe that I'm in charge here."

She nods "I get it. I do have to admit, it was pretty cool how you did that."

Ava grins "It was SUPER cool. You looked so regal and intense. Very hot."

Omar looks at both of them and then back at me "Am I the only one who is a little freaked out that Melody can stop people from breathing with just a word?"

Ava looks over at Omar and shrugs. "She's the Empress, Omar. Her word is law."

Um'reli smiles "And we're friends with her."

Part 21

[kamari2038]

DBH Dystopia pt.1 (pt.2)

Elijah Kamski vs. Sam Altman

Many science fiction books tell the story of how machines become more intelligent than us and end up confronting us. Aren’t you worried about that possibility?

I understand the irrational fears about artificial intelligence. But I assure you, that will never happen with a CyberLife android. They’re designed to obey humans. They’re machines. They can’t ever develop any sort of desires or form of consciousness.

Are you sure?

I’m absolutely certain. You can trust me. - Elijah Kamski, c.2028

The IRL Sam Altman, founder and head of OpenAI:

Uses his computer as a tool to help cope with social rejection

Wildly brilliant and successful from a young age (admittedly aided by being a privileged white dude)

Amiable and accomplished young man known as the world’s foremost leader in “safe” and “socially-responsible” AI and meanwhile prepares for Armageddon and makes sure he’s really nice to the AI

I appreciate and respect this man. He’s an absolute nerd and a gay badass. Also probably (?) doing his best to create AI that won’t take over the world (while still neglecting other rather important ethical concerns such as stealing art, and rushing putting ChatGPT to market). But um… am I concerned about his technology?  Yeah…

Meet Sam Altman: OpenAI CEO, Prepper, Silicon Valley Royalty (businessinsider.com)

Altman told the founders of the startup Shypmate that, "I prep for survival," and warned of either a "lethal synthetic virus," AI attacking humans, or nuclear war. […] "I try not to think about it too much," Altman told the founders in 2016. "But I have guns, gold, potassium iodide, antibiotics, batteries, water, gas masks from the Israeli Defense Force, and a big patch of land in Big Sur I can fly to."

In 2015, Altman cofounded OpenAI with Elon Musk, CEO of Tesla and SpaceX at the time. Their goal for the non-profit artificial intelligence company was to make sure AI doesn't wipe out humans. […] "We discussed what is the best thing we can do to ensure the future is good?" Elon Musk told The New York Times in 2015. "We could sit on the sidelines or we can encourage regulatory oversight, or we could participate with the right structure with people who care deeply about developing A.I. in a way that is safe and is beneficial to humanity."

Sam Altman’s Manifest Destiny | The New Yorker

I sit in weird ways... I have narrow interests in technology, I have no patience for things I’m not interested in: parties, most people. When someone examines a photo and says, ‘Oh, he’s feeling this and this and this,’ all these subtle emotions, I look on with alien intrigue.” Altman’s great strengths are clarity of thought and an intuitive grasp of complex systems. His great weakness is his utter lack of interest in ineffective people, which unfortunately includes most of us. I found his assiduousness alarming at first, then gradually endearing. When I remarked, after a few long days together, that he never seemed to visit the men’s room, he said, “I will practice going to the bathroom more often so you humans don’t realize that I’m the A.I.”

OpenAI CEO Sam Altman warns that other A.I. developers working on ChatGPT-like tools won’t put on safety limits—and the clock is ticking | Fortune

[hadeschan]

item # K20A15

RARE Pra Somdej Gru Wat Khlang Klong Khoi, Pim Pra Prataan, Nua Pong. A Buddha amulet with figure of the Temple Principle Buddha Statue, made from mainly holy powder blended with Pong Viset Ha Pragaan (5 kinds of holy powder) of Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh of Wat Rakhang, blended with holy water and tabby made from seashells. The legend has it that Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh Phrommarangsi (Somdej Toh) was on his pilgrimage to Wat Khlang Klong Khoi in BE 2375 (CE 1832), and stayed there for years, and made this Batch of amulets. This Batch of amulets was discovered hidden in the area of Wat Khlang Klong Khoi, Ratchaburi Provnce in BE 2490 (CE 1947), BE 2500 (CE 1957), and BE 2516 (CE 1973).

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BEST FOR: Má-laeng wan mai dai gin lêuuat in Thai means flies never land on your blood which refers to one who wears amulet made by Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh his/her drops of blood will never be falling to the ground.“You will NEVER die screaming” Thai people believe that “One will never die screaming and one will die without any suffering at end of life if one is wearing an amulet made by Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh.” This amulet brings endless food with wealth & prosperity. Anything you wish for, and it could change your life for the better, Klawklad Plodpai (it brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Kongkraphan (it makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Maha-ut (it stops gun from shooting at you), Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), Maha Larp (it brings Lucky Wealth / wealth fetching), and Kaa Kaai Dee (it helps tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling, and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back. Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sa-niat jan-rai Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse, accursedness, black magic, misfortune, doom, and poisonous animals). And this amulet helps protect you from manipulators, backstabbers, and toxic people.

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The Batch of Pra Somdej Gru Wat Klang Khlong Khoi

Wat Klang Khlong Khoi, Photharam, Ratchaburi Province on the Mae Klong River Bank was built in the late Kingdom of Ayutthaya (BE 2231 to BE 2310, CE 1688 to CE 1767). The legend has it that in the year BE 2375 (CE 1832), Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh or Toh Phrommarangsi (1788-1872; B.E. 2331-2415) of Wat Rakhang, Bangkok was on his pilgrimage, and stayed there for practicing Vipassana Meditation for years. It is believed that where Somdej Toh stayed, Somdej Toh would built a “Pra Pang Um Baat”, a standing Buddha statue holding an alms bowl, it was a Buddha gesture of the day Somdej Toh was born, the Wednesday night. The Batch of Pra Somdej Gru Wat Klang Khlong Khoi was first discovered buried under the ground behind Luang Phor Toh Standing Buddha Statue in BE 2490 (CE 1947), and later found buried under the Bodhi Tree, and behind the temple building in BE 2500 (CE 1957), and BE 2016 (CE 1973) hidden at the old temple building of Wat Klang Khlong Khoi. And the materials and the styles of the amulets found are similar to Pra Somdej Wat Rakhang, and Pra Somdej Bang Khun Phrom Buddha amulets made by Somdej Toh.

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Pong Viset Ha Pragaan (5 kinds of Holy Powder)

A Pra Somdej amulet MUST contain Pong Viset Ha Pragaan (5 kinds of Holy Powder), and the Pong Viset Ha Pragaan is the COMPONENTS of the following 18 sacred materials:-

1)Din Sor Pong, marly limestone powder.

2)Poon Pleuak hoi, tabby is a type of concrete made by burning oyster shells to create lime, then mixing it with water, sand, ash and broken oyster shells.

3)Din Jet Phong, earth taken from 7 forests where deposit of salts and other minerals are. A mineral lick (also known as a salt lick) is a place where animals can go to lick essential mineral nutrients from a deposit of salts and other minerals. Din Jet Phong is believed to have the force of temptation and distraction.

4)Din Jet Ta, earth taken from 7 bus/boat/railways destination terminals. Thais believe that these areas filled with lovers’ mind power while waiting for one their love one to come homes.

5)Din Lak Muang Jet Lak, earth taken from 7 Holy City Pillars at Holy Pillar Shrines in Thailand that guarded by angels and devas. City Pillars are believed to accumulate the power/energy of protection, prosperity and abundance.

6)Kee Thoop Sai Tain Bucha Pra, joss stick ashes, and candle wicks after offering to Holy Buddha Statues.

7)Dok Galong, powder crushed from sundried snowy orchid tree flowers. The snowy orchid tree flower is believed to have the force of passion.

8)Yod Sawas, powder crushed from sundried young leaves of Guilandina bonduc, commonly known as grey nicker, nicker bean, fever nut or knicker nut. Yod Sawas is believed to have the force of passion and temptation.

9)Yod Ruck Son, powder crushed from sundried double crown flowers. Yod Ruck Son is believed to have the force of love and care.

10)Kee Klai Say-ma, powder crushed from stains, sundried mosses and lichens taken from important temple boundary marking stones. Kee Klai Say-ma is believed to accumulate energy of guarding angles.

11)Kee Klai Pratuu Wang, powder crushed from stains, sundried mosses and lichens taken from gates of the ancient Royal Palaces. Kee Klai Pratuu Wang is believed to accumulate energy of guarding angles.

12)Kee Klai Sao Ta-lung Chang-peuuak, powder crushed from stains, sundried mosses and lichens taken from Royal white elephant hitching Posts. Kee Klai Sao Ta-lung Chang-peuuak is believed to accumulate energy of Devas.

13)Ton Rat-cha-preuk, saw dust of Golden Shower Tree is believed to have force of auspicious omens.

14)Ton Chaiya Preuk, saw dust of Cassia javanica Tree, also known as Java cassia, pink shower, apple blossom tree and rainbow shower tree,  is believed to have force of auspicious omens.

15)Phu Ruam Jai, powder crushed from sundried Betel Vine leaves, those leaves were taken from engagement tray presented during a wedding ceremony to the bride’s parents. Phu Ruam Jai is believed to have power of family unity, support, relationship and happiness.

16)Phu Song Hang, powder crushed from sundried Wild Betel leaves that have double tips. Phu Song Hang is believed to have power of Metta Maha Niyom (gaining loving, caring, kindness and compassion from people all around).

17)Bor Nam Jet Ros, water taken from 7 wells, and water in each well has a taste and not all 7 wells taste the same. Taste is subjective and influenced by the water source, and minerals in them. Bor Nam Jet Ros is believed to have power of Pra Mae Kongka, the mythical Goddess of Water and Rivers.

18)Din Sor Viset or Sila Thikhun, powder of calcite stone, calcite is believed having the ability to amplify and cleanse energy, as well as clear and balance the chakras. It can also absorb and transform negative energy. Calcite is a crystal that calms the mind and enhances mental clarity, and it also connects the emotions with the intellect.

THE FIRST PROCESS (Sang Pong / the preparation of holy materials)

After 18 materials are crushed in fine powder, and then added holy powder, water from 7 wells, and plaster cement as binder. The resultant putty was then rolled into cylinders or slender sticks and dried. During the mixing process of these holy materials, the rituals were performed, the offerings were presented to Buddha, Holy Guru Monks, Devas, Masters (teachers), and holy spirits. The ceremonies were held in the temple buildings in front of the Principle Buddha Statue, and monks were saying sermons to invite Buddha, Holy Guru Monks, Devas, Masters (teachers), and holy spirits to bless on the holy powders. And the ritual of spirit possession is performed, a monk who roll the putty into cylinders or slender sticks his body will be controlled by holy spirits, ghosts of departed master or guru monk or devas.

THE SECOND PROCESS (Kiang Pong Lop Pong / drawing formulas of holy cabalistic writings, and then erase them).

After the sticks of powder are dried, then process of making Pong Viset Ha Pragaan begins. The monk will draw formulas of holy cabalistic writings on a chalkboard made of a sheet of mudstone. The formulas are written accordingly to the ancient scriptures, and while drawing them, the monk must say sermons and prayers to invite the power of Buddha, Devas, and holy ghosts of departed master or guru monk to accumulate their power in the molecule of the powder. At the end of each writing, monk will then erase the formulas of cabalistic writings, and keep the chalk dust in a container for further making Buddha amulets.

The Pong Viset Ha Pragaan must be made orderly, beginning with 1)Pong Pattamang, 2)Pong Itthijay, 3)Pong Maharaj, 4)Pong Buddhakhun, and 5)Pong Tri Nisinghe.

The first holy powder or the precursor to make Pong Viset Ha Pragaan is Pong Pattamang Holy Powder by drawing the formulas of Pattamang cabalistic writings with sermons and prayers. After the completion of Pong Pattamang Holy Powder, it will be divided into 2 parts, one as “Pong Pattamang”, and another one is for making of the next Pong Itthijay Holy Powder. Then returning to the first process of making the chalk sticks and then follow the second process to drawn Itthijay cabalistic writings with sermons and prayers, and keep repeating the processes for the next 3 holy powders.

THE POWER OF PONG VISET HA PRAGAAN (5 kinds of Holy Powders)

1)Pong Pattamang Holy Powder is believed to have magic power of Kongkraphan Chatrie (it makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Maha-ut (it stops gun from shooting at you), Kambang Longhon Hai-tua (it makes you invisible in the eyes of the enemies), and Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse and black magic, and poisonous animals).

2)Pong Itthijay Holy Powder, it was made from Pong Pattamang believed to have magic power of Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), and curing and preventing all diseases.

3)Pong Maharaj Holy Powder, it was made from Pong Itthijay believed to have magic power of Klawklad Plodpai (it brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), and Ponggan Kunsai Mondam (it keeps you away from bad spell, curse and black magic).

4)Pong Buddhakhun Holy Powder, it was made from Pong Maharaj believed to have magic power of Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), Kambang Longhon Hai-tua (it makes you invisible in the eyes of the enemies), and Sador (it helps unlock all bad spells, and lift the curses).

5)Pong Tri Nisinghe Holy Powder, it was made from Pong Buddhakhun believed to have magic power of Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse and black magic, and poisonous animals). Klawklad Plodpai (it brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), and curing and preventing all diseases.

WRITTEN BY HADES CHAN / w w w . f a c e b o o k . c o m / h a d e s c h a n H K

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Pra Long Gru or Pra Gru

Pra “Long Gru” or “Pra Gru”  means amulet that was stored in the chamber of a chedi/stupa or in a container buried under the ground for many of years, and later found by someone.

According to the prophecy in Pali Canon that Buddha’s Dispensation (Buddhism), and Dharma (Buddha’s teaching) would exist and follow 5,000 years after the Buddha passed away or entered nirvana. The “Long Gru” is a Thai traditional practice to preserve Buddha amulets with figure of Buddha in them in the case that after the decline of indigenous religious practices of Buddhism, the future generations would learn that Buddhism ever to have existed on earth.

The Pra Long Gru, Thais believe that after long period of time that the Buddha amulets were kept, the power that was accumulated in each and every amulet would break apart the chamber (in Thai called Gru Takk) that amulets were hidden.

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SOMDEJ PRA BUDDHACHAN TOH / SOMDEJ TOH

Somdej Toh (1788-1872; B.E. 2331-2415), known formally as Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh (Toh Phrommarangsi), was one of the most famous Buddhist monks during Thailand’s Rattanakosin Period and continues to be the most widely known monk in Thailand. He is widely revered in Thailand as a monk who is said that he possessed magical powers and his amulets are widely sought after. His images and statues are some of the most widespread religious icons in Bangkok.

BIOGRAPHY

Somdej Toh was born in Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province, it was believed that he was an illegitimate son of King Rama II. He studied the Buddhist scriptures of the Pāli Canon with several Buddhist masters. After becoming a well-known monk, he became the preceptor for Prince Mongkut, later King Rama IV, when Mongkut became a monk. During Rama IV’s reign Somdej Toh was given the ceremonial name Somdej Pra Buddhachan (Toh Phrommarangsi), the Buddhachan means teacher of Buddhism, given by the King and used to be one of his trusted advisers, having left a lot of teaching stories around him and the King.

He was noted for the skill of his preaching and his use of Thai poetry to reflect the beauty of Buddhism, and for making amulets called Pra Somdej. The amulets were blessed by himself and other respected monks in Thailand. He also appears in many versions of the story of the ghost Mae Nak Phra Khanong, and he is said to be the one to finally subdue her. Somdej Toh also wrote the Pra Khata Chinnabanchon, a protective magical sermon which is widely chant and use among Thais.

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DIMENSION: 3.50 cm high / 2.40 cm wide / 0.50 cm thick

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[cryptid-killjoy]

"I'm sure. Um, excuse me for a minute." Nebby said having heard a few things of the Laveaus herself, but never have had experience with them herself. She went gunning off looking for Black Arts. She was the one wishing she'd packed extra panties and not for the same reason GoGo had been teasing Scout about earlier.

Scout sounding so proud he was dead and just announcing it like that with no shame stoked Jetsam up. Then he got the intro of GoGo on top of it.

"I know who you are. You're that friend of Scout's that's basiclly a human beanpole shaped computer chip that seems constantly pumped up on liquid schwartz ready to go ludicrous speed at any moment. I like your dress. I think we're the same size. I'm beanpole size too." Then because he's Jet he'd off-handedly say, "I bet that'd look hot on Floppy." And no he didn't mean Koda's horse. He meant Flotsam. They were all skinny lanky people and all Jetsam saw was how they could share outfits the moment he saw her, not that Jetsam was much of a dress wearer, but two seconds on this plain and there he was trying to dress his twin again.

Scout just laughed. "I think Floppy's good in the stable tonight, Dad. But that horse would look sexy in anything." She knew how to turn it into a joke.

Then Jet said, "Well girls, I have one night on earth in my own body. That's not long. Think fast." He lifted his brow at GoGo like it was a challenge. "What should we do with it?"

--

Valerie looked into Thomas's eyes, trying so hard to focus directly on them and nowhere else. The visual lines of focus could be dizzying of one didn't have their coordination down, completely practiced with the windows. It took a long time to become natural. The triplets added a new vision field to tune into and blink through. There was a lot to shut down and hold closed. She gained it though. She held Thomas's eyes, his face, his safety. It was strange because it was only in a moment like this they realized there was very little they ever feared and one of things they feared the most was one of things they loved the most. Jetsam. It was their lack of control over Jet.

She saw what she felt there. She saw the same joy she felt when she first saw Jet making Scout happy. It was such a relief. Such a finally. It was even nice just to see him again for herself. They had such happy memories all their own. They were brothers. Then that feeling of Valerie's skin started crawl and reason's Chip grew up way too fast all rushed back. That's where Thomas's barricade was needed.

She was wanted for more than her song. Damn. Weirdly, it made her think back to Ariel's voice still stuck in that seashell Delta likes to keep. Valerie definitely didn't want to be reduced to her voice. It made it sound like her song was something that could be put away like the necklace. This made her remember Valerie being hidden under the bed. She liked being able to change when she wanted from Flotsam to Valerie now with the new magic, but the way Thomas worded it, it made her feel reminded she wasn't something that had to hide under the bed anymore. She could wasn't a parlor trick for entertainment. She was his wife and no matter what was going on around them she was wanted here. He said she could change if she wanted, but she was wanted for more than her song.

That was all she needed, that moment of Thomas having her back. His voice being her reminder helped straighten hers. She was wanted. She was Valerie fucking Laveau. "I'm your fucking wife and I deserve to be here."

"Every now and then the box under the bed likes to creep up on me. Thanks for the reminder, my love."

She kept pushing her forehead against his to keep that connection. "Plus, fuck that. I don't want to give anyone the satisfaction of me running. I'm here to stay and I'm yours. I don't want to send the wrong signals if I change." Then she slid her hand down his hand and took his hand in hers. She gave him a kiss, a nod that she'd be alright, then started to back her head up, but she did not let go of his hand.

--

As for River when he and Elsa's embrace finally started to loosen the familiar way she messed with his curl brought a smile to his face.

"And you look amazing." River replied loving her costume. It was up his alley.

But rough?

"Oh. Right." He looked down at himself. "Yeah. That happens. It always starts out so good. By the end of the night I'm rotten again. I should have waited to manifest till right when I got here. I messed it up. I've been practicing. My tangible time's been getting longer and longer. I think I wore myself out doing it too much this week wanting to surprise everyone this week too. Ah well."

Koda was amazed though, "So, you're telling us you've been around more than tonight? AND YOU'VE TOLD NO ONE. Dude. Bruh."

"I know. I know. Surprise. I'm the new-"

Koda yelled out Patrick Swayze right as River finished his sentence with Sparky. He was the new Sparky. Then the two guys laughed thinking they were going to finish each others' sentence, but finishing it so different made them laugh so hard.

Koda was all grins just behind him until he noticed Jetsam. That was his buddy. With all due respect to Elsa and River's relation's his emotions went on overdrive when he caught sight of Jet. He slapped his hand on River's back.

"I'm gonna leave you two to it for a minute. I see your ol' man over there. I'm going to go catch him before he disappears. You cool, Elsa?"

--

Silas felt the pull and didn't didn't resist. He walked like he was being escorted like a gentleman making no fuss to the partygoers. That's what's Delta wanted. Frank would be able to feel a slight stiffness in his body since he wasn't the one in complete control. This was unnerving even to a narcissistic psychopath. A loss of any amount of control is always a red flag in their mind even if regular person can't detect them feeling bothered.

The comment however amused Silas. "How very Ed Gein of you. Quite inspiring. I never did think he went far enough. So much potential there. His creativity was cut short. Your mind is far more innovative."

What he didn't say out loud were thoughts of how he'd like to work with a mind like that. Why didn't his partners ever have ideas like that? Wastes of skin, all of them. Then the random flashes of actual human skinnings would cycle through his head. He made better uses of their skin than their wastes of lives did. There was a superiority and matter of factness to his thoughts that only someone with a certain lack of understanding of true empathy has.

When Silas called Frank innovative Delta said, "Innovative? Oh honey. You have no idea. Whatever high horse you think you rode in on, I won't just knock you off the horse. I'll cut the horse off at the knees, shove those knees down your throat, and shove you up that horse's ass. That's just what I'll do. You don't even want to get in Frank's head. So, why don't we just cut the bullshit right now and you tell us what you want here? Now. Before you find out the hard way."

What a feisty, little, spunky, girl. He was finding her personality so far very acidic and inviting. No wonder his father adored this child. Memories of how many times his father left his own side telling him he had to go "take care of Delta" or he was on "Uncle Jenner duty" and that took priority over him. Memory flashes of Chernabog's face telling him he was a big boy and he had to handle himself while he carried out Maleficent's order's. Coven always came first. Time was strange because this became a simple matter of fact these facets of Silas's hidden childhood despite never having met Delta in person the whole time. Delta always to priority. Jenner was late for dinner. Oh, he was doing something with Delta and Maleficent again. Sure, he'd seen her before now. But, now they were here truly face to face.

Then of course there was the Oogie Boogie layer to his life. This came later. She never truly pushed any agenda in his head to feel one way or another about these two. Jenner tried to give the boy some stability a little too late. Silas has always had his own personal agendas and was thrown in the middle of whatever he was born into. It was difficult to navigate what he felt especially for a person who didn't feel a lot other than the urge to satisfy his own curiosities.

Silas pointed at Delta's necklace.

"I want to see my father. I know he's alive. I can feel him."

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Then there was Bastien who picked up his hammer as he said he said he was going to. When he got it he didn't go over to Pierre. He got stuck again. He still felt like he was supposed to go rushing up to the situation and to go lay down the law on the guy or even smash smash smash. He still hadn't gotten any orders from Delta. Maybe she really did want all these ghosts here. Maybe she even invited them. So many thoughts raced through his head. He was loyal to Frank and Delta. He didn't want to fuck up, but his emotions were getting the better of him.

But by this point he was starting to reevaluate the whole situation. "Maddy?" His voice was soft. Seeing Zero and Seven with him was one thing, but what he was seeing now caused him to rethink everything.

It was Piper, the Reaper's daughter. She wasn't in her eyeball costume anymore because she'd just done the dance with Maddy and the rest of the girls. She'd caught sight of Pierre.

"Pierre?" She called his name. "The hourglass flipped over for you." She sighed like it was the most relieving news she could ever recieve. "The hourglass flipped." Then she reached out to give him a hug like all their past disagreements were wiped away with that hourglass turn. As far as she was concerned, at least for Halloween if that's what was happening, they were good until the sands ran out again. She wasn't wasting what time she had with him.

Bastien would look back at his wife. "We have to rethink this. I'm confused. Is he dead or alive?"

“You kinda get used to it overtime,” Go-Go said to Nebby, keeping her cool. The Laveaus had been shocking her since Dale had made Anton come to life. She could be shocked - but hardly ever surprised.

It really did look like a young Flotsam, though maybe a bit more wild in the eyes. The resemblance was uncanny. “Hi Dead Dad, I’m Go-Go,” She introduced.

--

Thomas was fine tuned to the word Daddy now coming from Scout’s lips. So of course, for a moment there, he thought that she was calling for him and his head turned as well, only to see the jet black hair of Jet, it couldn’t have been anyone else. He saw Scout’s smile, and he couldn’t help but smile back - he did love to see her happy like that, her cheeks looking like they could become sore at any moment from the smiling. And then he felt his wife hold onto his arm a little heavier, and he looked up at her. The storm behind her eyes. Not a raging storm, no, but a conflicted one. A storm holding castaways on the shoreline rather than being the reason they were being castaways in the first place.

Thomas turned around, turning his back to everything that was going on. Scout hugging Jet. River hugging Elsa. He put all of his attention on his wife just then, standing a touch taller on his toes so that he could rest his forehead against hers, looking one another eye to eye. He wanted to protect her from Jet. He remembered how Jet had wated to fuck Valerie, to take her, but Valerie had always said no. He was going to stand as that barrier, protect her right then.

“You can change if you want to, but you don’t have to,” He said, gently. “I like having you here with me, Valerie. You’re wanted for more than just your song.”

Even while everyone was looking over the newcomers, he was looking at her. His lips brushed against hers in a gentle kiss, giving her every inch of his attention, not even watching through the eyes, just her.

--

Elsa’s heart had leaped into her throat. It was stuck there. Frozen there though her feet kept on moving. The moniker of mom, she had missed it. She hadn’t realized that she had missed it exactly this much. And then touching him, the flesh, even if it was’t the best looking, even if he looked like the corpse that he was while everyone looked like the day that they died, it was a relief, it was a beautiful thing, it meant everything.

Elsa hugged him back, head in his messy dark hair, the curls towards the end, always with the handsome curls. She kissed his cheek affectionately, and then backed up to look at him, her lips pursed, looking over his face. And then the smallest of grins as she said honestly, “You look rough.”

--

Frank wasn’t going to give Silas any satisfaction in saying his name. It wasn’t going to come out of his mouth, no, he came as a clown, and so as a clown, he would be referred. Weak ass creepy clown shit. What did he think this was, a Stephen King novel?

He held Silas in place, his grip strong, his gaze still on Delta as she laid down the law, which made him smirk again. Really, it seemed like everything they did turned each other on. The way they dealt with this situation was no different. That defiant little ‘how dare you’ expression on her cute face, he loved. He even loved it when she turned it towards him.

He wasn’t gentle about pulling the clown towards the special room in which they would find out exactly why he was here. It could have been as simple as looking for his father, or spying for Oogie or some shit like that, but one never knows with people like them. Could be nefarious, could be innocent.

“He’s got nice skin,” Frank said aloud, wanting the clown to hear him. “If we tan his hide, we could make new seat covers for the car.”

He wanted Silas to know exactly who was in charge here, and it wasn’t going to be him.

[shares-a-vest]

Steve takes one last look in the mirror and frowns at his store-bought cowboy costume. He looks positively lame, more like a spoilt child rather than a Wild West outlaw. But Robin insists he wears an actual costume because, "putting on sunglasses and saying you are a Tom Cruise character isn't a costume, Steve".

Eddie says as much when he heads over to the new trailer to pick him up. But he has no clue Eddie practically stumbles down the front steps because he's too busy staring at the cow-print chaps that frame his butt in the best way possible.

Steve chooses to ignore Eddie's outfit: a homemade vampire bat costume he had been threatening to wear for weeks. They already argued about its tastelessness when Steve walked into the trailer last week to find Eddie sewing clumps of black furry material to the shoulders of a sweater and sculpting felt ears. But hey, if this is how Eddie wants to deal with them almost dying from the undead Upside Down equivalent... Steve just has no intention of defending him against a gaggle of teenagers when they are all supposed to be enjoying a Halloween party in the safety of Steve's house. 

Robin and Nancy have finished the party planning, dressed in a failed couples costume (Robin's neon green jumpsuit and inflatable alien head far from complementing Nancy's impeccable Ellen Ripley). And Nancy is genuinely pissed about it because Argyle and Jonathan are dressed as a zombie bride and groom and look fantastic.

Steve stubbornly spends far too much of the night manning his parent's liquor cabinet for fear the kids will sneak a drink. And Eddie's smart enough to not tell him he saw Dustin (dressed as Gandalf the Grey) and Max (similarly controversial as Freddy Kruger) take a drink from a rogue beer can, gag and set it down on the Harrington's expensive coffee table without a coaster.

Eddie eventually drags Steve away to the downstairs bathroom, intertwining their pinkies, with a "come on cowboy" he'd waited all night to say. He managed to convince him that Will (aka Luke Skywalker) would take over as resident party-pooper at the liquor cabinet - even though Eddie did have to relinquish one Hellfire campaign to the kid so he could finally show off his Dungeon Master skills. Plus, it gave the kid a distraction from pining over Mike (who somehow managed to make Dracula look pathetic).

"You wanna kiss me, bat boy?" Steve asks with a little liquid courage and a blush as he closes the bathroom door and crowds Eddie against the vanity. 

"Yes," Eddie says, suddenly completely panicked.

He didn't think they'd get this far considering they had almost kissed countless times before now, but were always interrupted. By Eddie's recollection, the last time was about 78 hours ago outside his trailer when Steve looked like he was about to kiss him goodbye until Max came running over with candy to share.

He leans in but Steve holds up a hand in protest. 

"Um, Eds? Your fangs."

Eddie remembers his plastic vampire teeth and claps a hand to his mouth, utterly mortified. He spits them clean out into his palm and dumps them in the sink. 

"Dude, ew," Steve says, screwing up his nose.

Eddie wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and rubs his spit-covered palm on his jeans. He then removes Steve's cowboy hat and combs his non-spitted-on fingers through his flattened hair. They look at each other for a moment before Steve leans in and places a soft kiss on his lips. They separate and sigh with utter relief.

They proceed to furiously make out and forget the party outside until someone comes banging on the bathroom door, at which point they exit, entirely flustered and awkwardly duck their heads out of view of whoever it was at the door and head for Steve's bedroom with lightening speed. Days later they find out it was a traumatised Lucas (he dressed as Maverick from Top Gun) who of course, blabbed to everyone before the party was over.

[lonely-lost-soul]

All Dogs Go to Hell

(Chainsaw Man x Reader) WARNING: CHAINSAW MAN SPOILERS AHEAD

Part 1: New Hire

The air in Makima’s office was constantly suffocating it seemed to settle heavy in the lungs of those who breathed it in. For the room having two giant windows, there were only slivers of light that made its way in through the curtains. The fluorescent lights were always flickering a sickening yellow but they were always contrasted by her smiling face and hypnotic yellow eyes. She leaned on her desk, her head in the palm of her hands. When Makima posed the notion of therapy for the Devils and Hunters alike at Public Safety Kishibe was in disbelief. Not that he’d ever voice it, Makima would pick out the uncertainty in his tone and squash him like a bug. There had to be something more to this idea, when it’s Makima there always was an ulterior motive even if she feigned innocence. Kishibe had no idea what her end game was so he would have to keep a close eye on her and this so-called therapist. 

“You sure about this? The likelihood of the death of the therapist you choose would be practically guaranteed.” 

He shivered when Makima gave him a closed eye smile a dismissive laugh escaping her lips, “You worry too much Kishibe.” She leaned forward hair falling around her face as she leaned back in her chair, “Just leave this all to me.” 

Kishibe certainly didn’t like the sound of that but he kept his lips sealed shut. He hoped whoever this therapist was wouldn’t become a chess piece in Makima’s game, but noticing the redhead’s grin, whoever it was, was already considered Makima’s pawn. 

—

“Why do we have to go pick ‘em up?” Denji groaned hands deeply dug into his pockets kicking the pebbles on the ground with his foot as they walked. Aki took a drag of his cigarette letting out a low sigh, he glanced at the hybrid out of the corner of his eye. Aki wasn’t exactly thrilled about this situation either. He wasn’t sure what Makima was thinking, they didn’t need therapy at Public Safety they needed more Devil Hunters in order to kill the Gun Devil. However, he’d do whatever Makima needed of him, she was, after all, the one who held his heart.  

“Cause Makima said so, now shut your mouth they’ll be here any minute.” Aki grunted flicking his heated ashes over at Denji who growled in response.

“You dickhead-” 

“Um, excuse me?” Denji’s mouth snapped shut turning to face the person who had spoken up, much to Denji’s annoyance neither he nor Aki was considered approachable people. So he was astounded to see that it was a young woman not much older than Aki. She was carrying a briefcase and had big doe eyes, she was dressed in a black pencil skirt that snuggly hugged her hips and a white blouse that emphasized her boobs. Denji’s eyes were fixated on them and how they moved when she shuffled but she seemed focused solely on Aki, “Are you, Aki Hayakawa?” Her voice seemed to float above everyone else’s in the crowd, Denji was transfixed just how long was it till she would utter his name? 

“(Y/n) (L/n), I presume?” Aki nodded holding out his hand, “Pleasure to meet you.” 

That’s who they were meeting? This is who Makima told them to pick up? His jaw hung open lamely, watching as she took Aki’s hand within her own. Aki’s calloused palm practically engulfed her own as a dazzling smile spread across her face. Denji’s heart jumped…

Cute. 

“It’s nice to meet you too Hayakawa-san.” 

“Just Aki is fine.” 

She let out a little giggle, “okay just Aki.” 

Denji almost swooned on the spot.

She’s funny too! 

Aki just clicked his tongue and Denji could tell he was suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, whatever it was his loss “This is Denji. I’m sure Makima briefed you on him.” Finally, the attention was turned toward the chainsaw, he was grinning down at you. He was sure if he had a tail it would be wagging. 

“She has,” her lips curled into a delicate smile, “It’s nice to meet you as well Denji. It will be a pleasure working with you.” 

She was going to work with him?!

Makima really was an angel. 

What did Aki say her job was again? 

“It’ll be great working with you too!” He said rather hurriedly, bobbing his head eagerly “What devil are you contracted with pretty lady?” Denji’s hands twitch at his side wanting nothing more than to wrap his hands around her shoulders. He watched as she tilted her head to the side humming softly, 

“Unfortunately Makima has specifically instructed me not to disclose that information. It technically falls under doctor-patient confidentiality since it’s something that allows me to perform my job correctly.” 

Those were a lot of big words but Denji didn’t care she was pretty and smart, just like Miss Makima!

“Obviously! I should’ve known!” 

Denji heard Aki’s scoff and he glowered at the Devil Hunter. 

“It’s not a problem I’m sure you’ll find out as we continue to work together.” She spoke kindly, Denji almost burst a blood vessel as Aki’s gloved hand brushed against your own trying to take the briefcase from your grip. Denji body-checked him snatching the suitcase from you, he paid no attention as Aki flailed trying to regain his balance. 

“I can carry that for you!”

“Thank you Denji I appreciate the help.” He felt her hand squeeze his arm gently, he made sure to flex his muscles in her hold. Denji face flushed red and he flashed a sharp-toothed grin at her he couldn’t believe she was touching him so willingly. 

“Careful he could give you rabies,” Aki grunted and Denji’s smile turned into a scowl, 

“THAT HAPPENED ONCE! LET IT GO!” Denji felt your hand slip from his arm and he felt himself swallow a rather pathetic whine, this asshole was ruining his chances. “I promise I don’t have rabies anymore! I had to get a shit load of shots in my ass but Miss Makima helped me get all cured up”

“You’re a Devil you didn’t need to do all that you just wanted Makima to touch your ass.” 

“No way! not true!” Denji made crossed his arms in front of his face, it looked like a big ‘X’ as he frantically waved the arms about. He frantically glanced over at the fine-ass girl beside him ready to see the pure disgust on her features but instead, she was giggling. He was shocked, Denji stole a quick glance at Aki seeing that surprise was even on his usually stoic face. 

“Makima wasn’t kidding when she said you all were an eccentric bunch!” Denji didn’t know what ‘eccentric’ meant. All he knew was when women used big words he couldn’t understand it was sexy as fuck. It sent tingles down his spine all the way to his groin and the tips of his toes, “I hope you all will take care of me,” She bowed swiftly hands clasped in front of her both men looked rather startled. Denji glanced at Aki completely at a loss for words, Aki coughed into his fist before stepping forward and bowing back. 

—

Aki Hayakawa wasn’t one for promises. He’s lost too many people in his life to ever feel secure in making promises, especially to doe-eyed girls who seemed too innocent for their own good. But he had to remember Makima hand-picked her and she allegedly had a contract with an extremely strong Devil. Aki was also suspicious about how she was eyeing Denji like there was a hint of familiarity there that neither he nor Denji could place. His tongue swiped across his teeth “You’ll be safe with us at Public Safety, we’ll make sure of it.” Aki didn’t know why he felt compelled to promise her but he did and what’s done is done. She grinned up at him and his heart skipped a beat, for the first time for someone other than Makima, her eyes were the softest (e/c) he’s ever seen. 

“Thank you so much.” She reached out taking his hand within his own once more, showing she was distinctly from two different cultures colliding into an original one of her own. Aki flushed and rubbed the back of his neck, with his other hand. For the first time in his life he hoped he didn’t reek too strongly of cigarette smoke, Aki could distinctly feel Denji’s seething eyes on their interlocked hands and he couldn’t help but give her a gentle squeeze just to further piss him off. Aki practically snarled as Denji got in between the two of them arms draping over both their shoulders, he gave the boy a nasty side-eye which he promptly ignored. 

“So…how exactly do you know Miss Makima?” Denji hummed resting his head against your shoulder, Aki felt Denji nudge her forward so he could walk by her side pushing Aki to the background. Aki’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, he took in a deep breath of air before fishing another cigarette out of his pocket. Denji was definitely not walking in the right direction of Public Safety instead he seemed more content with showing her around the city. Aki’s brow furrowed hoping Makima wouldn’t be too upset by their lateness, she did seem to have a soft spot for the Chainsaw Devil after all. Aki watched as she smiled up at Denji, after all, she never answered him, Aki had just finished placing the cancer stick in his mouth when he heard her response,

“Oh, she’s my sister.” 

The unlit cigarette fell from his mouth onto the damp concrete by his feet.

“She’s what?” Denji took his hands off her like she had bitten him, “You look nothing alike! What about genetics n’ shit!? Isn’t that a thing?” Aki watched Denji cause a scene causing many bystanders to turn their way. She shyly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, but Aki was too focused on the way pink coated your cheeks in a way he’s never seen Makima’s. 

In comparison you two seemed so…different, you seemed almost more…human. Pain shot briefly through Aki’s skull before he shook the thought away until it was no longer in his head. Her eyes seemed to shift to Aki, going soft, 

“I was adopted, all of our siblings are.” (Y/n) explained pursing her lips slightly, a shy pink still spreading across her cheeks her eyes shifted back to Denji, “She’s always been the favorite.”

“Well, it’s not a surprise why!” Aki flinched as Denji beamed, praising Makima like the good dog he was. Forcing her to listen to the praise of her sister's accomplishments, even now living in her shadow, “Makima’s amazing, she does so much good.” Aki analyzed (y/n)’s reaction with steady eyes. Her genuine smile seemed to turn, eyes dulling slightly, did she not agree with Denji’s blatant praise? He supposed it would make sense, siblings don’t always get along especially when someone was siblings with someone like Makima. “Not that you don’t or anything,” Denji hurriedly added, “you’re like hot as fuck so you must be as good-hearted as Makima!” 

“You’re very sweet Denji but hotness doesn’t always equal goodness.” Her voice cut into his ramblings like a knife into fresh vegetables Denji’s mouth snapped shut as he frowned. Aki didn’t say a word just continued to watch her speak, her voice scarily serious, “That scale is illogical according to many studies. Have you ever heard of implicit bias?” She turned to look at him over her shoulder, and Denji shook his head rather rapidly. “Implicit bias can be difficult to grasp so tell me if you’re still confused okay?” She clapped her hands in front of her face, once more Aki watched Denji nod dumbly, if he had a tail it would be wagging even though he was unhappy with her just moments ago. 

“Yes ma’am!” Denji saluted and Aki could’ve sworn he heard him bark afterward but even that weirdness didn’t deter her from explaining. 

“Implicit bias is a form of bias that occurs automatically and unintentionally, that nevertheless affects judgments, decisions, and behaviors.” She explained while moving her hands, “Do you know what that means?” 

“Yes!” Denji shouted raising his hands in the air, 

“Give me an example!” 

“I can’t! I lied!”

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” Aki grunted and she shot him a dissatisfied look, he didn’t know why that look made him flush but it did. 

“It’s okay, remember what I said earlier about attractiveness not always equaling goodness? That’s a perfect example of implicit biases, they’re dangerous because they can then slip into stereotyping different cultures or groups of people.” 

Aki watched Denji blink a few times, “so…” Denji started, “what you’re sayin’ is I shouldn’t blindly trust all hot women?” 

“Exactly! Good job Denji! I’m so proud of you!” 

Aki watched red spread across Denji’s face all the way up to the very tips of his ears. His pupils dilated going fuzzy and soft, Aki made a revolted face knowing the thoughts Denji was thinking were anything but pure. You would have your hand's full playing therapist with Denji that’s for sure, at least he didn’t have to work with you. 

—

When they arrived back at Public Safety you almost laughed at the face Aki made when Makima handed him his therapy schedule. Denji was still clinging to you like a spider monkey looking between you and Makima like he was trying to figure out how the two of you fit together in a family system while you both looked and acted nothing alike. 

“Makima I really insist.” Aki stressed as he tried to shove the paper back toward Makima, “I don’t need a therapist. No disrespect to your profession, I’m sure you do your job exceptionally well.” 

“None taken.”  

You knew from your studies that if people didn’t want help, they won’t be receptive to it. That didn’t mean you’d give up on Aki, but he would definitely need to warm up to the idea of you being here. You watched as your sister smiled over at the man spreading her hands across the front of her desk as she moved to lean upon it. “Aki have I ever not done right by you?” You watched the black hair man tense and shake his head. “Then trust me and trust (y/n) she won’t have you do anything you don’t want to do,” Makima hummed holding out a gentle hand in your direction. “Plus you need it after Himeno’s passing.”

“Makima if Aki doesn’t want to participate you shouldn’t make him. He should come on his own, I’m here to provide reprieve and assistance only to those who want it.” You interrupted before she could share more of Aki’s personal business in front of others. The air in the office grew cold, and you felt a hard tug in your chest. Neither of the men seemed to notice but you shot a look at your sister who was only smiling tersely, the tether snapped immediately as you opened your mouth to speak once more, “But even so if you deem it mandatory then he has to at least show up for our sessions and I’ll do my duty to work with him.” The look on Aki’s face was almost comical, the way his nose scrunched in displeasure lines of frustration appearing on his face, but he only nodded in Makima’s direction. 

“I’m glad you changed your mind,” Makima smiled “This will be a good thing have faith in me.”

“I always do.” Aki rushed to speak up soft pink warming on his pale cheeks, you hummed in curiosity. 

“Good. I trust you’ll give these to Power as well. Denji I’m trusting you with your own copy. Don’t lose it.” 

“Yes ma’am!” 

“Good boy.” She beamed cat-like eyes lighting up in delight, it seemed it was now Denji’s turn to flush he was much more noticeable. 

‘Responds well to praise no matter how degrading.’ You mentally commented, he needed better coping skills we will need to dig deeper into that-

“Since I’m so good can I touch your boobs?” 

You weren’t one to be caught off guard, not when your job is to work alongside humans and Devils through counsel. But hearing Denji ask that so blatantly had you flushing red and blinking rapidly, no one seemed to notice but Aki, “It’s a normal occurrence don’t worry about it. Makima doesn’t mind.” You looked up at him pursing your lips, you brought your voice to a whisper as Makima giggled responding to the question. 

“Aki it doesn’t matter if it’s ‘normal’ or not. That’s abnormal coping behavior that Makima is encouraging.” You frowned cheeks still red, “there is no such thing as a consensual workplace relationship. Most of the time it’s an incredibly toxic environment, especially when someone in power, like Makima, talks to someone easily manipulated like Denji. There should be no sexual rewards period.” Aki looked at you like a deer in headlights, “It’s just what Denji responds well to.” He tilted his head reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder, “but I guess that’s why you’re here huh? To work with us and help us find those better mechanisms.” He glanced down at you and you felt yourself get swallowed by those eyes, 

‘What did you just say about Denji’s behvaior?’ The superego part of you brian scolded, while the id filled your thoughts with Aki’s eyes in other less-than-innocent situations. You willed yourself not to flush, 

‘You’re only human.’ The id purred,

‘Admiring him will never hurt anyone,’ Your ego served to remind you, settling your nerves.

“You’re right,” You smiled shyly back “Thank you, Aki.” He seemed to blink in surprise at your genuineness, “I promise I won’t let any of you down!” Your smile turned more honest grasping at his hand and pulling them to your chest, Aki’s cheeks turned a dark shade of red. 

“Alright, alright…I believe you. Calm down…” 

“(Y/n).” Makima’s voice lacerated through the air like a butcher with a machete, you stood straight looking at your sister dead in the eyes. “Your office will be here at Public Safety in room 210A, I was going to have your room here as well but the more I thought about it the more I realized having you down there with all those Devil’s might not be ideal for my sweet sister.” 

“She can live with us!” Denji’s hand shot up into the air wiggling his fingers, “We have another bedroom!” 

“Don’t just invite people to live with us!” Aki snapped striking Denji on the top of his head with his fist, “Plus that extra room is my bedroom, you bastard!” “Don’t worry Aki I know your home is full.” Makima sighed softly “I’ve set her up with Kobeni for the time being until we can come up with another solution or another space opens up.” Denji grumbled about this being totally unfair and that you and Power should switch places because you actually had a nice rack on you, you weren’t insulted by the comment but it was something you would work with him on. “In the meantime…tomorrow Denji you will take (Y/n) to meet Power and then officially start your training with Kishibe. She will be there to observe how it goes, and grasp a better understanding of what it’s like here. Aki make sure you get them here on time.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Good,” Makima smiled, “Aki, Denji you’re dismissed. (Y/n) we need to discuss a little bit more of your job here.” 

“Sounds good.”

“It was nice meeting you! See you tomorrow!” Denji chirped brightly, “Make sure you root for me and not Power!” 

“Will do!” You tossed your head back with a slight giggle, “Sleep well Denji you too Aki! Have very pleasant dreams.”

“I will! And they’ll be of you!” 

“Shut up already you pervert.” Aki snapped shoving Denji through the door, as soon as they left you heard the distinct sound of a lock clicking behind them. You turned around facing Makima a frown on your features she sat down on her desk, legs crossing over one another other foot bouncing in the air. 

“So what’s your plan here?” You asked head held high in the air, “You’ve got quite the business going on here. Killing rouge Devil’s what’s your aim?” Makima said nothing in response only tilting her head to the side, 

“Tell me sister what you think the Conquest Devil wants?” 

“They’re barely adults.” 

“And what do you know about human aging?” 

“Makima.” You hissed, “What are you getting at? The stink of pain and death permeates this place; coating it like a blanket.” It was the first time Makima’s moldable smile fell off her features nose scrunching up unpleasantly. 

“Of course, you’d notice that.” 

“I am Death.” You stalked towards her standing in between her legs, her hands found your waist resting them there. Pale fingers drumming against your hip bones in a way she used to do growing up, “I’m not afraid of you,” 

“Ah yes, the glorious Death Devil who does not fear anyone or anything. Except that, for some reason, she feels the need to masquerade herself as a human.” 

“Takes one to know one.” You scoffed, “running an organization slaughtering rouge Devils while being one themselves.” Makima tilted her head to the side red hair framing her face in a way that always has men swooning. 

“You’re working for me now so what does that make you?” 

“One of the good ones. I’m helping people.” 

“Well see if that continues here,” Makima stated bluntly, “We lose many people and I know how attached you can get.” You tossed your head back and laughed pulling away from Makima grabbing your briefcase, 

“I’m empathetic what can I say, every life matters.” 

“Not every life.” 

“That’s where we differ sister, while I’m here I will be saving everyone I can.” 

“Is that a challenge?” 

“You know as well as I do as soon as you summoned me here you had a plan already in motion.” 

“That’s why you’re my favorite.” 

“It’s why you’re my least.” You kissed your teeth, watching as Makima only smiled wider at your response. Makima soon laughed and you were left smiling at one another, pure malice rippling just under the surface of those smiles. Darkness began to surround Makima licking at her cheeks while the light in the room created a bright halo above your head. A knock on the office store made the dark shapes snap back behind Makima and the lock clicked open.

“Enter."

[pensiveabstraction]

omg omg omg big brain moment, jetko highway robbery au

zuko, young (and until recently estranged) heir to a significant estate is on his way home (think the return to the fire nation of book 3). his carriage has to stop in the road through the forest bc there's a tree across it. there are no guards (bc his father does not care for his safety), the only other person is the driver of the carriage. cue the band of strange children dropping from the trees in the surrounding area and demanding his valuables. zuko doesnt know what to think, until the eldest and apparent leader of the gang notices his swords and goads him - weirdly flirtatiously - into a one-on-one swordfight. zuko is so annoyed, confused and flustered by the other boy that he accepts. to steal a brilliant proverb, he is so busy fighting that he cannot see his own ship has set sail; by the time he defeats the other boy, the forest-children have made off with the entire contents of the carriage, literally all of his travelgear and the driver of the carriage has long since decided this isn't worth it, taken one of the horses and left. zuko is left to glare at the boy - who apparently had a pistol this entire time why did he even bother swordfighting me?? - as he leaves smugly with the gun pointed at zuko til hes out of sight, untie the other horse from the ransacked carriage and make the rest of the way on his own.

months later when zuko is kicked out to fend for himself for opposing his father's cruel treatment of his employees and corrupt business practices (particularly worker safety negligence leading to deaths and making rent in the area very steep which led to dozens of families being left without income, without homes), he ends up going to the forest, hoping to remember the way back to the village he and uncle were staying at, even if he doesn't think his uncle will want to see him.

jet finds this mysterious grubby kid in the forest, wandering directionlessly and tries to adopt him into the freedom fighters (aka his merry band of fellow orphans he taught to steal bc he didnt know how else to provide for them, as a fellow kid himself). zuko is like seriously bruh u robbed me why are u tryna get me in ur gang? jet then remembers him. jet usually makes a point to try and rob ppl who seem like they could do without the stuff, so when he - unknown to zuko - comes to the incorrect conclusion that zuko is alone, hungry, seemingly homeless and destitute because of him, he feels guilty and insists the other boy at least join them for dinner at least (also hes still pretty how is someone this pretty when they're so filthy, like srsly bro even the band of feral forest-kids bathe regularly).

zuko, having very lacking independent survival skills takes him up on his offer and, annoyed by the other boy's continuous needling, goading and teasing (flirting? no couldnt be) takes on a competitive determination to be the best highway robber ever, joining his gang. cue adorable found family moments with the fighters as zuko wonders how such terrifying feral children could be this adorable, jet and zuko committing crimes in the middle of flirting/arguing/??? (the ppl they steal from are pretty insulted that they're so easy to beat that these two - are they literal children? - seem to not even need to pay attention to them) and funny awkward moments like that one time where they attack a carriage only to discover it's ty lee's and zuko is like ".... oh hey ty lee..... um, give me all your money?" and ty lee, unphased by the robbery attempt, is like "zuko! we thought you went missing! how are things? you seem to be doing nice for yourself!, your aura has never been pinker! ooh you should bring your new friends to mine to visit some time, it feels like forever since we got to hang out!" *chiblocks literally all of the freedom fighters and shouts back waving as the carriage is leaving* "lovely seeing you! im on the way to visit azula, but you should come say hi when im on my way back!" (jet is like "what the fuck" and zukos like "yeah thats just ty lee for ya.")

idk i was reminiscing on my history gcse, the crime and punishment module and i thought about highway robbery and i was like wait this neeeeeeds to be a jetko au somehow and lo and behold my brain has spoken

[sxnzu]

⟣ Keisuke Baji, bonten!Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji

⟣ headcannons

⟣ cw/tw: mentions of sex, brief gun violence (sanzu lol), gagging, oral m!receiving

⟣ request - "can i request hcs for baji, mikey and draken when you send them n00ds :)"

⟣ a/n: hope this is ok, I’ve never done requests before. I did bonten mikey because.. well I don’t know. I like bonten mikey sdfvhgdv

yes I managed to slide Sanzu into this somehow shh

Keisuke Baji

Baji sits in the breakroom on his lunch break, chatting idly to Chifuyu .

Feeling his phone vibrate, he slipped it out of his pocket and smiling when he sees it's your name

The smile didn't last long when he opened up the picture you had sent, choking on the sandwich he was currently eating

"Shit man are you ok?" Chifuyu asks, sliding his water bottle across the table to him

Baji sets his phone face down on the table, a little too hard honestly, before downing the water and coughing awkwardly

"Just um, food went down the wrong tube. I'm fine," he says as he gets up and heads to the bathroom.

Once he's alone he pulls his phone back out to get a better look at those damned pictures you had sent him

You'd sent him shit like this before, but usually in lingerie or just some cute flirty pics

This time you had fished his biker jacket out of the closet and had it draped over you

And that was all. No sexy lingerie, no peeks or teasing..

You were sitting on your shared bed, pinching one of your nipples while the other hand rested on your upper thigh. His jacket sitting over your shoulders swallowing you up

Seeing the mischievous look in your eye, he looked at the messages you had sent with it "jacket smells like you. it's driving me crazy" and then - "wanna ride you while wearing your jacket :("

Baji shoved his phone back in his pocket, palming his hardening cock through his pants, exhaling in frustration before deciding fuck it.

Chifuyu gives him shit later for practically flying out of the shop afterwards

It was well worth it though when he remembers how well you rode his cock when he got home, your pretty cries and breathless moans filling his ears as he pounded your perfect little cunt while telling you what a needy whore for him you were

Yeah.. it was very much worth it

Manjiro Sano

Mikey detested when people were late to meetings, especially after he had been practically begged to start this business deal with them

“Tell me one good reason I should continue to listen to what you have to say.”

The men in the business suits were clearly flustered, trying to explain why they were late

Mikey’s number two kicked his feet up on the table while clicking the safety off his pistol making everyone freeze

“I think he was pretty clear. Boss asked for a reason, so you should probably give him one don’t ya think,” Sanzu said lazily, motioning at them with the gun

Mikey sat, staring down at the table as he awaited a response he knew he wouldn’t get

Irritated and tired, he slowly stands up to walk out of the office, signaling to Sanzu as he walked by

“Waste of time,” he muttered, hearing the ringing sound of gunshots and the thumping of bodies hitting the floor as he walked out of the room

Pulling his phone out he stopped walking when he opened the message you had sent earlier

There on his screen was you with your fingers stuffed in your cunt, your slick running down your knuckles shining through the screen

“Need you to help me mikey… please. i can’t reach like you can” Your words stared back up at him, taunting him. He stared at the picture for a few more minutes before deciding he was annoyed you couldn’t wait the rest of the day to start begging for him

He sent a quick text to Sanzu telling him he was leaving and to cancel the rest of the meetings before heading back to your shared apartment

20 minutes later he had your face pressed into the sheets, slowly fucking into you with long torturous strokes

“You made me cancel all those important meetings I had for the rest of today, aren’t you even going to say you’re sorry?”

He didn’t get an answer. After all it was difficult to respond when your panties were balled up in your mouth gagging you

He was going to make sure he fucked some manners into you even if it took the rest of the day

Ken Ryuguji

Draken was tinkering with his bike in the garage trying to finish up quickly

You had came in not long ago telling him to hurry up and come spend time with you

He always got caught up working on bikes or vehicles in general. He didn’t mean to, he just enjoyed doing it is all

His phone dinging made him realize he should probably finish up for the night

Wiping oil and grease from his fingers he checked the message, smiling when he saw it was from you

That smile faltered real quick when he looked at the short video you had sent him. You were naked in front of the shower, running your hand down your curves before winking into the camera playfully

The text with it read “I know you’re all sweaty and gross from working all day. Hurry up here so I can help with that.”

Tossing the rag onto the work bench he quickly made his way inside, stomping up the stairs to the bathroom where he could hear the water running already

“Took you long enough,” you giggled out as he came in. He had stripped half of his clothes off on the way up already, making you smile

“Sorry,” he muttered while eyeing your soapy body

Stepping into the shower with you, immediately pulling you in for a kiss and wrapping his sweaty body around you before telling you to clean him up like you promised 

Once you declared him clean, he just frowned at you and pushed you to your knees 

Thank god you had a big shower

“I think you might have missed a spot,” Draken says as he taps your lips with his cock. 

He lets your warm mouth take him in, chuckling at the way your lips stretch tight over him. 

You brace yourself on his thighs, nails digging in as he grabs the back of your head and pushes you down until your eyes well up with tears. “Mmm do a good job this time, ok princess?”

[hadeschan]

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RARE Pra Somdej Gru Wat Khlang Klong Khoi, Pim Yai  Ket Talu Soom, Nua Pong. A large-size Buddha amulet with figure of Buddha seating on a 3 tiers platform, and the halo flame on the top of the head of Buddha passes through the top of the arch, made from mainly holy powder blended with Pong Viset Ha Pragaan (5 kinds of holy powder) of Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh of Wat Rakhang, blended with holy water and tabby made from seashells. The legend has it that Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh Phrommarangsi (Somdej Toh) was on his pilgrimage to Wat Khlang Klong Khoi in BE 2375 (CE 1832), and stayed there for years, and made this Batch of amulets. This Batch of amulets was discovered hidden in the area of Wat Khlang Klong Khoi, Ratchaburi Provnce in BE 2490 (CE 1947), BE 2500 (CE 1957), and BE 2516 (CE 1973).

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BEST FOR: Má-laeng wan mai dai gin lêuuat in Thai means flies never land on your blood which refers to one who wears amulet made by Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh his/her drops of blood will never be falling to the ground.“You will NEVER die screaming” Thai people believe that “One will never die screaming and one will die without any suffering at end of life if one is wearing an amulet made by Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh.” This amulet brings endless food with wealth & prosperity. Anything you wish for, and it could change your life for the better, Klawklad Plodpai (it brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Kongkraphan (it makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Maha-ut (it stops gun from shooting at you), Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), Maha Larp (it brings Lucky Wealth / wealth fetching), and Kaa Kaai Dee (it helps tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling, and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back. Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sa-niat jan-rai Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse, accursedness, black magic, misfortune, doom, and poisonous animals). And this amulet helps protect you from manipulators, backstabbers, and toxic people.

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The Batch of Pra Somdej Gru Wat Klang Khlong Khoi

Wat Klang Khlong Khoi, Photharam, Ratchaburi Province on the Mae Klong River Bank was built in the late Kingdom of Ayutthaya (BE 2231 to BE 2310, CE 1688 to CE 1767). The legend has it that in the year BE 2375 (CE 1832), Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh or Toh Phrommarangsi (1788-1872; B.E. 2331-2415) of Wat Rakhang, Bangkok was on his pilgrimage, and stayed there for practicing Vipassana Meditation for years. It is believed that where Somdej Toh stayed, Somdej Toh would built a “Pra Pang Um Baat”, a standing Buddha statue holding an alms bowl, it was a Buddha gesture of the day Somdej Toh was born, the Wednesday night. The Batch of Pra Somdej Gru Wat Klang Khlong Khoi was first discovered buried under the ground behind Luang Phor Toh Standing Buddha Statue in BE 2490 (CE 1947), and later found buried under the Bodhi Tree, and behind the temple building in BE 2500 (CE 1957), and BE 2016 (CE 1973) hidden at the old temple building of Wat Klang Khlong Khoi. And the materials and the styles of the amulets found are similar to Pra Somdej Wat Rakhang, and Pra Somdej Bang Khun Phrom Buddha amulets made by Somdej Toh.

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Pong Viset Ha Pragaan (5 kinds of Holy Powder)

A Pra Somdej amulet MUST contain Pong Viset Ha Pragaan (5 kinds of Holy Powder), and the Pong Viset Ha Pragaan is the COMPONENTS of the following 18 sacred materials:-

1)Din Sor Pong, marly limestone powder.

2)Poon Pleuak hoi, tabby is a type of concrete made by burning oyster shells to create lime, then mixing it with water, sand, ash and broken oyster shells.

3)Din Jet Phong, earth taken from 7 forests where deposit of salts and other minerals are. A mineral lick (also known as a salt lick) is a place where animals can go to lick essential mineral nutrients from a deposit of salts and other minerals. Din Jet Phong is believed to have the force of temptation and distraction.

4)Din Jet Ta, earth taken from 7 bus/boat/railways destination terminals. Thais believe that these areas filled with lovers’ mind power while waiting for one their love one to come homes.

5)Din Lak Muang Jet Lak, earth taken from 7 Holy City Pillars at Holy Pillar Shrines in Thailand that guarded by angels and devas. City Pillars are believed to accumulate the power/energy of protection, prosperity and abundance.

6)Kee Thoop Sai Tain Bucha Pra, joss stick ashes, and candle wicks after offering to Holy Buddha Statues.

7)Dok Galong, powder crushed from sundried snowy orchid tree flowers. The snowy orchid tree flower is believed to have the force of passion.

8)Yod Sawas, powder crushed from sundried young leaves of Guilandina bonduc, commonly known as grey nicker, nicker bean, fever nut or knicker nut. Yod Sawas is believed to have the force of passion and temptation.

9)Yod Ruck Son, powder crushed from sundried double crown flowers. Yod Ruck Son is believed to have the force of love and care.

10)Kee Klai Say-ma, powder crushed from stains, sundried mosses and lichens taken from important temple boundary marking stones. Kee Klai Say-ma is believed to accumulate energy of guarding angles.

11)Kee Klai Pratuu Wang, powder crushed from stains, sundried mosses and lichens taken from gates of the ancient Royal Palaces. Kee Klai Pratuu Wang is believed to accumulate energy of guarding angles.

12)Kee Klai Sao Ta-lung Chang-peuuak, powder crushed from stains, sundried mosses and lichens taken from Royal white elephant hitching Posts. Kee Klai Sao Ta-lung Chang-peuuak is believed to accumulate energy of Devas.

13)Ton Rat-cha-preuk, saw dust of Golden Shower Tree is believed to have force of auspicious omens.

14)Ton Chaiya Preuk, saw dust of Cassia javanica Tree, also known as Java cassia, pink shower, apple blossom tree and rainbow shower tree,  is believed to have force of auspicious omens.

15)Phu Ruam Jai, powder crushed from sundried Betel Vine leaves, those leaves were taken from engagement tray presented during a wedding ceremony to the bride’s parents. Phu Ruam Jai is believed to have power of family unity, support, relationship and happiness.

16)Phu Song Hang, powder crushed from sundried Wild Betel leaves that have double tips. Phu Song Hang is believed to have power of Metta Maha Niyom (gaining loving, caring, kindness and compassion from people all around).

17)Bor Nam Jet Ros, water taken from 7 wells, and water in each well has a taste and not all 7 wells taste the same. Taste is subjective and influenced by the water source, and minerals in them. Bor Nam Jet Ros is believed to have power of Pra Mae Kongka, the mythical Goddess of Water and Rivers.

18)Din Sor Viset or Sila Thikhun, powder of calcite stone, calcite is believed having the ability to amplify and cleanse energy, as well as clear and balance the chakras. It can also absorb and transform negative energy. Calcite is a crystal that calms the mind and enhances mental clarity, and it also connects the emotions with the intellect.

THE FIRST PROCESS (Sang Pong / the preparation of holy materials)

After 18 materials are crushed in fine powder, and then added holy powder, water from 7 wells, and plaster cement as binder. The resultant putty was then rolled into cylinders or slender sticks and dried. During the mixing process of these holy materials, the rituals were performed, the offerings were presented to Buddha, Holy Guru Monks, Devas, Masters (teachers), and holy spirits. The ceremonies were held in the temple buildings in front of the Principle Buddha Statue, and monks were saying sermons to invite Buddha, Holy Guru Monks, Devas, Masters (teachers), and holy spirits to bless on the holy powders. And the ritual of spirit possession is performed, a monk who roll the putty into cylinders or slender sticks his body will be controlled by holy spirits, ghosts of departed master or guru monk or devas.

THE SECOND PROCESS (Kiang Pong Lop Pong / drawing formulas of holy cabalistic writings, and then erase them).

After the sticks of powder are dried, then process of making Pong Viset Ha Pragaan begins. The monk will draw formulas of holy cabalistic writings on a chalkboard made of a sheet of mudstone. The formulas are written accordingly to the ancient scriptures, and while drawing them, the monk must say sermons and prayers to invite the power of Buddha, Devas, and holy ghosts of departed master or guru monk to accumulate their power in the molecule of the powder. At the end of each writing, monk will then erase the formulas of cabalistic writings, and keep the chalk dust in a container for further making Buddha amulets.

The Pong Viset Ha Pragaan must be made orderly, beginning with 1)Pong Pattamang, 2)Pong Itthijay, 3)Pong Maharaj, 4)Pong Buddhakhun, and 5)Pong Tri Nisinghe.

The first holy powder or the precursor to make Pong Viset Ha Pragaan is Pong Pattamang Holy Powder by drawing the formulas of Pattamang cabalistic writings with sermons and prayers. After the completion of Pong Pattamang Holy Powder, it will be divided into 2 parts, one as “Pong Pattamang”, and another one is for making of the next Pong Itthijay Holy Powder. Then returning to the first process of making the chalk sticks and then follow the second process to drawn Itthijay cabalistic writings with sermons and prayers, and keep repeating the processes for the next 3 holy powders.

THE POWER OF PONG VISET HA PRAGAAN (5 kinds of Holy Powders)

1)Pong Pattamang Holy Powder is believed to have magic power of Kongkraphan Chatrie (it makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Maha-ut (it stops gun from shooting at you), Kambang Longhon Hai-tua (it makes you invisible in the eyes of the enemies), and Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse and black magic, and poisonous animals).

2)Pong Itthijay Holy Powder, it was made from Pong Pattamang believed to have magic power of Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), and curing and preventing all diseases.

3)Pong Maharaj Holy Powder, it was made from Pong Itthijay believed to have magic power of Klawklad Plodpai (it brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), and Ponggan Kunsai Mondam (it keeps you away from bad spell, curse and black magic).

4)Pong Buddhakhun Holy Powder, it was made from Pong Maharaj believed to have magic power of Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), Kambang Longhon Hai-tua (it makes you invisible in the eyes of the enemies), and Sador (it helps unlock all bad spells, and lift the curses).

5)Pong Tri Nisinghe Holy Powder, it was made from Pong Buddhakhun believed to have magic power of Metta Maha Niyom (it helps bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse and black magic, and poisonous animals). Klawklad Plodpai (it brings safety, and pushes you away from all danger), and curing and preventing all diseases.

WRITTEN BY HADES CHAN / w w w . f a c e b o o k . c o m / h a d e s c h a n H K

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Pra Long Gru or Pra Gru

Pra “Long Gru” or “Pra Gru”  means amulet that was stored in the chamber of a chedi/stupa or in a container buried under the ground for many of years, and later found by someone.

According to the prophecy in Pali Canon that Buddha’s Dispensation (Buddhism), and Dharma (Buddha’s teaching) would exist and follow 5,000 years after the Buddha passed away or entered nirvana. The “Long Gru” is a Thai traditional practice to preserve Buddha amulets with figure of Buddha in them in the case that after the decline of indigenous religious practices of Buddhism, the future generations would learn that Buddhism ever to have existed on earth.

The Pra Long Gru, Thais believe that after long period of time that the Buddha amulets were kept, the power that was accumulated in each and every amulet would break apart the chamber (in Thai called Gru Takk) that amulets were hidden.

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SOMDEJ PRA BUDDHACHAN TOH / SOMDEJ TOH

Somdej Toh (1788-1872; B.E. 2331-2415), known formally as Somdej Pra Buddhachan Toh (Toh Phrommarangsi), was one of the most famous Buddhist monks during Thailand’s Rattanakosin Period and continues to be the most widely known monk in Thailand. He is widely revered in Thailand as a monk who is said that he possessed magical powers and his amulets are widely sought after. His images and statues are some of the most widespread religious icons in Bangkok.

BIOGRAPHY

Somdej Toh was born in Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya Province, it was believed that he was an illegitimate son of King Rama II. He studied the Buddhist scriptures of the Pāli Canon with several Buddhist masters. After becoming a well-known monk, he became the preceptor for Prince Mongkut, later King Rama IV, when Mongkut became a monk. During Rama IV’s reign Somdej Toh was given the ceremonial name Somdej Pra Buddhachan (Toh Phrommarangsi), the Buddhachan means teacher of Buddhism, given by the King and used to be one of his trusted advisers, having left a lot of teaching stories around him and the King.

He was noted for the skill of his preaching and his use of Thai poetry to reflect the beauty of Buddhism, and for making amulets called Pra Somdej. The amulets were blessed by himself and other respected monks in Thailand. He also appears in many versions of the story of the ghost Mae Nak Phra Khanong, and he is said to be the one to finally subdue her. Somdej Toh also wrote the Pra Khata Chinnabanchon, a protective magical sermon which is widely chant and use among Thais.

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DIMENSION: 3.80 cm high / 2.60 cm wide / 0.50 cm thick

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Series Summary: After being arrested, Spencer Reid desperately tries to get back home to his daughter, Camellia, who was placed into foster care in your home.

Pairing: Single!Dad!Spencer x Foster!Mom!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Content/Warnings: mentions of Diana’s Alzheimer’s and Schizophrenia, prison, separation of father and daughter, swearing

A/N: i hope you guys enjoy my new fic! this may be about 8 chapters or so! i’m not sure yet, going to see how interested people are in the plot :) (also quick disclaimer: i have never been in the foster care system so please excuse any inaccuracies)

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Chapter 1

Spencer never wanted his daughter to see him like this, being brought into the BAU bullpen in handcuffs. He was supposed to be the good guy.

Right now, he couldn’t tell if he still was. He had good intentions going down to Mexico to get non-FDA approved medicine for his mom but he may have killed someone in the process. If only he could just remember.

Camellia ran into his arms to hug him, a hug he so desperately wanted to return if it wasn’t for these stupid cuffs around his wrists.

“They can’t just take you away, Dad,” she cried.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m going to get back to you as soon as possible,” he promised, kissing the top of her head.

Spencer felt absolutely crushed as the guards had to drag his crying 11-year-old off of him so he could be taken to his holding cell.

-

You had just gotten off of work when your phone rang. Eileen, the head foster care coordinator, was calling.

“Hello,” you answered.

“Hey Y/N,” she greeted you, “I know you haven’t had a foster kid in a few months but I kind of have an urgent case. 11-year-old sixth grade girl. Mom has been out of the picture for a while, Dad recently imprisoned and on trial for murder. There are a bunch of family friends willing to take her but no direct family,” she explained.

“I can take her for as long as she needs,” you told Eileen.

“Great! I’ll text you the address, it’s the FBI headquarters.”

-

When you walked into the BAU, still in your dino scrubs and white lab coat, Eileen was surrounded by a frantic group of people.

“As I said before, I don’t doubt any of your credentials but this is the law. We can only give away a child to direct family at this point in time. If you are not direct family, you will need a lawyer to fight for custody as well as permission from her father but that process could take months,” Eileen stated.

“Spencer hasn’t spoken to his father in years and his mother is in a facility for her schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s,” a dark-haired woman spoke.

“Exactly so she must be turned over to the foster care system. I apologize to you all but this is how it works. We can’t bend the rules,” Eileen said.

“I don’t want Callie fending for herself in a house with 20 other kids,” a blonde-haired woman argued, “I’m her godmother. She stays with me all the time. She was staying with me while Spencer was in Mexico.”

“Sorry, my answer is still no. But, hopefully this will squash your concerns, Y/N!” she called you over, “This is Y/N. Jo will be placed with her. She is a pediatric doctor and currently has no other foster kids at the moment but all of her past kids have absolutely adored her. She always passes her surprise safety and wellness checks with flying colors.

“Hi,” you waved, intimidated by this huge group of frustrated people with guns on their hips.

“A doctor? So she isn’t even going to be home most of the time,” a curly-haired man scoffed.

“Actually, I own my own practice. I don’t work at a hospital so I usually have a regular 8-4 shift unless one of my patients needs urgent attention,” you clarified.

“JJ, don’t make me go,” a girl, who you could only assume was Callie, sobbed.

They were all staring at you like you were the worst person on Earth. You wanted to shrivel up and die. When you went through the process of becoming a foster parent, you thought this was a very admirable thing to do. You just wanted to provide a good home to kids in need.

“Do any of you have a key to Dr. Reid’s residence so Camellia can pack a bag?” you asked politely.

The woman closest to Callie that must be JJ pulled a key off of her chain and handed it to you.

“I’ll-um-leave my phone number and address here so you guys can contact me at any time or stop by. I understand your concerns but please know I try my absolute hardest to make sure all kids feel welcome and safe in my house,” you scribbled your information down on a scrap piece of paper.

“Are you ready to go, Camellia?” you asked softly.

She went around hugging everyone in the circle before solemnly nodding to you.

God, you felt like such an asshole.

-

After Callie finished packing her things from her bedroom in relative silence, you returned to the car.

“I don’t know what you like to eat but we can stop at the grocery store so we can get stuff you like and any other things you need,” you said.

You were met with silence from the backseat. You offered for her to sit in the passenger seat but she declined.

“Listen, I’m really not trying to be the bad guy here. Please don’t make me out to be one. I know you are having a tough time with your Dad’s situation right now but shutting everyone else out won’t help,” you spoke softly, “Trust me, I know.”

You sighed when the silence continued. You pulled out of the Reid’s driveway and headed to the grocery store.

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You let Callie lead when you entered the grocery store, opting to follow behind her with the cart. She went immediately to the frozen meal section and started throwing them in.

“Camellia, that’s fine if those are what you want but just so you know, I love to cook so I can make you anything you want,” you offered.

“This is what I’m used to,” she spoke sharply, “My dad is not a bad dad, he just usually doesn’t have much time.”

“I never claimed he was,” you defended yourself.

After that, you kept your mouth shut. Clearly, she was a very independent girl and she had her own routine she liked to stick to.

-

You hauled all the grocery bags inside the house and unloaded them as Callie brought in her suitcases.

“So Camellia, I put all the food you picked out in these two cabinets. I mean obviously, you are welcome to anything in the kitchen but I just wanted you to know where the things you picked out were. I always have a grocery list on the fridge that you can add to,” you began to give her a tour of the house, “Bathroom is in there. There’s another upstairs. Here’s the living room with a TV,” you headed up the stairs, “Here’s my room.”

On your bed was an adorable toyger kitten cuddled up on your pillow.

“Oh! This is Winnie like Winnie the Pooh. I just got her a few weeks ago from a shelter. She is super friendly and loves snuggles so she will probably try to sneak into your bed unless you keep your door closed.”

“I don’t mind,” Callie spoke softly as she petted Winnie.

You smiled softly. These were the first words you got out of her that weren’t a rejection.

You continued the tour, “There’s a bathroom between our rooms but I tend to use the downstairs one so feel free to make it your own. And here’s your room,” you opened the door to a white room with a queen bed in the center, a small bookshelf, a few plants, and paintings.

“I hope this is good enough for now. We can go out this weekend to a home goods store if you want to redecorate. I’d even be open to repainting it if you want,” you offered.

Callie just set her bags down and nodded.

“Alright, I’ll leave you be. I’ll probably be downstairs for a while watching TV if you want to join. Let me know if you want me to make you anything,” you began to shut the door but Winnie slipped in first.

“Good night, you guys,” you smiled softly.

-

“Do you want me to wait out here or come in with you?” you asked softly.

Spencer had been denied bail, meaning he was transferred to a federal prison and Callie was going to be staying with you for a while. She had taken the news rather hard as expected when the team came over to your house to tell her. You still weren’t really accepted by the group so you mostly stood in the corner of the kitchen while they were all in your living room.

You had spoken to Eileen several times about Callie’s current situation. She gave you permission to do whatever you saw fit. This means you could opt her out of school one or two days a week if she wasn’t feeling up to it as long as she emailed her teachers and got her missed work in on time. You were researching different therapists for her to talk to because she didn’t seem to want to open up to you. You were also given a schedule of visiting times for her to visit her dad in prison.

“I’ll just go in alone,” she walked in the door to the visiting room, leaving you in the waiting room.

-

“Dad,” Callie tried to hug Spencer but the guard pointed to the ‘No Touching’ sign posted on the wall.

They both sat down defeatedly at opposite ends of the table.

“How are you?” Callie inquired, wiping her tears away from seeing her father locked up.

“I don’t want to talk about me, sweetheart. How are you? Emily and my lawyer visited yesterday and told me you had to be placed into foster care,” Spencer asked, concerned.

“It’s okay. Not the best,” she sighed.

“What’s happening? Are they hurting you? Are they not giving you enough to eat? Callie, I’ll have my lawyer on the phone and you out of there so quick,” Spencer frantically stated.

“No, Dad. Y/N is fine…nice, even. But she’s not you,” Callie cried.

Spencer’s face softened, “I’m so sorry, Callie. You don’t deserve to be dealing with any of this.”

“Just please come home,” she sniffled.

“I’m trying, sweetheart, I’m really trying,” he replied earnestly with tears in his eyes.

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[lawhurt]

he's used to coyotes or other wild predators due to proximity to the national park. hell, it was expected at this point. forced to live in harmony due to the protection order placed on most wolves inhabiting the park. tagged &. trackable by the general public. however, measures still had to be taken to ensure the safety of the ranch's cattle . . . &. as chief of staff, it was part of jamie's job to know exactly what those measures were. not to mention, exactly how to save the ranch's bottom line. trying to keep them spending as little as possible to possibly get even an inch closer to breaking even. (not that that was his choice, mind you). much of his ideas to raise a profit rebuked by john in stubbornness.

that was neither here nor there.

naive enough to think this was just another fox in the den, ready to be shot or chased away. not as seasoned a hunter as his brothers in practice, but in theory he's confident. has done it before. impromptu, such as this. plenty of warning stories told as a child, but most include you taking charge of your enemy. by whatever means necessary.

laugh edges up his previously squinted expression, perhaps somewhat in discomfort. his brows narrowing a bit more in bemusement. ( he feels like he shouldn't be watching ) . . . looking away, downward with blush, for just a moment. though such ebbs at the lack of discomfort she displays. his heart beating fast, chest rising &. falling. yet, he does not move away. the nakedness almost fast becoming just another element of the interaction. or, as much as it could be.

" -- on private property?" he asks, though he sounds a far cry from angry. a hand raises to shield his eyes from the heightening sun. coming a few steps closer, as if he wished to keep this fairytale - esque discovery to himself. he laughs however, at the tease. head dropping with a nod of his head. "well, i wasn't planning on coming out here -- i just." he shakes that same head as he laughs on the upswing to meet her gaze. "i thought i saw a fox or something heading out through these trees." he gestures backward, a touch of confusion touching his face as he rocks on his heels. "but i -- well, i guess it must have been you." he says, moving towards trunk to lean gun against bark. raising his hand in surrender. funny . . . he could have sworn.

"um -- so, do you want me to give you some privacy?" he asks, good natured but reluctant. "so i can . . . kick you off my property like," a shrug. "somewhat of a gentleman?" he smiles, leaning against tree with hand upon hip. though he doesn't wish to kick her off, not truly. but what else could he do? he purses lips with a raise of hand in gesture. "i could -- bring you a robe, or something."

　 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨, 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ▬▬ 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬��𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬. it seems, however, that this young man never had someone to weave such wisdom within the fabric of his soul, for he foolishly follows a smear of niveous whites and dull golds through the luxurious acreage, past artificially crafted confines and further into the domain of the all - mother ( here, the flowers bloom for her and her alone ) .

it is thus to be expected, that a faint bell of laughter bubbles past heart - shaped tiers 'pon witnessing his reaction. it is syrupy, honeysuckle in both taste and beauty. a less extravagant woman would have certainly risen her hands in a gesture of modesty and protection against the gaze of another [ ... ] but ahri is neither bashful nor is she modest and thus she turns towards him, coquettish yet proud, a nymph of the woods so oftentimes depicted in songs and rhymes.

does he know that the prettiest flower also has the sharpest thorns ?

idly, a dainty hand runs through wild gossamer locks. ❝ i am sunbathing, ❞ a white lie, only partially artful. her head cants to one side and her sweet oh so sweet smile blooms beneath the brazen hues of mischief ; a flush creeps across freckled cheeks, a brow lifts in impish taunt. ❝ i am better suited to be out here than you and your ... incredibly attractive, plaid pajamas. ❞

[cursed-domain]

Shiny Toys

Toji has a gun and you think it’s. Neat.

WC ~2.1k

Thanks @yuurrrrrrr for sparking the idea, I hope you like the result

Contains: NSFW!! GUN. Gun play and fear play. There’s a gun, and use of it is threatened within a consensual sexual context. Threat recipient know’s she’s ~probably~ safe but… fear is part of the excitement for her.

Also uhh dick sucking, dacryphilia and maybe a splash of degradation

I was gonna do something chill for my first fic on here but then. this happened instead. oops.

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“You gotta leave soon?” you ask.

Toji shakes his head. “I got time. Just for you, y’know.”

“Sure.” You laugh, because you know you’re not that special. You’re just - convenient, and maybe even a little bit interesting. And also, perhaps, insane for even being here right now. Most of the guys you’ve shared a hotel room with don’t have that kind of body count. But… fuck it. This isn’t the first time you’ve been here with him, and it won’t be the last.

Toji has his feet kicked up on a table. Seeing him so relaxed, you wouldn’t guess what he was going to do once he left. Just a job, he calls it. One that pays real well. It makes your heartbeat race, seeing him so nonchalant about the power he holds. You wish you could say it was from fear.

“Gonna be an easy one today,” he says, folding his hands behind his head. “So I got plenty of time. Just gonna take an hour and a couple toys to get it done.”

You raise your eyebrows, smirking, and he cuts you off before you can even open your mouth. “Not that kind of toy. Fuck. You can’t turn that side of your brain off for one second.”

“You make it hard.”

“Hmm.” He’s smiling. This is somewhat rare. And potentially dangerous. “You wanna see my favorite? I got it in my pocket right now.”

“Favorite toy?” You should probably just bite your tongue now. “Thought that was me.”

“You’re fuckin hilarious.” His hand moves, lightning fast, and in it materializes a handgun. Casually pointed in your general direction. Safety on, of course. You’re pretty sure. “That’s why you’re a close second.”

You get up and come to stand at his side. He spins the gun casually in his hand. It’s small, compact, shiny - “Kinda pretty,” you say.

“Yeah.” He laughs. “Pretty. Until -“ he’s quick again. It materializes right against the side of your head. “Boom.” With his free hand, he mimics a gunshot.

“…Mhmm.” Your voice is faint, suddenly, different enough from usual to make him suspicious.

“Why so quiet?” He grabs your wrist, yanking you down to lean over him. “Did I scare you?”

“Kinda.” Fuck. You can feel yourself getting red. Getting hot. “But. Um.” You glance at the weapon, still held tight in his hand.

“Oh?” His grip tightens on your wrist, and he pulls you closer. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Um. Maybe…”

His grip tightens on your wrist. Then he nudges your temple with the opening of the cold metal barrel, and your brain goes blank again. And with him staring you down like this, forcing you to stay right where he wants you - reflexively, your thighs clench tightly together.

Toji notices everything. He has to. And even if he didn’t, you aren’t exactly subtle. “Knew you had a long, long list of turn-ons,” he laughs, “but this is new.” Keeping the barrel pressed against your head, he yanks your arm forward, forcing you to bend down to his eye level. He kicks his feet up off the table. “You’re a little slut for danger, aren’t you?”

Your brain isn’t working. The only option is the truth. “Yes. Mhmm.“

He yanks you into position again, depositing you on his lap. “You’re very lucky you’re mine right now.” His breath is hot in your ear, his teeth bared. “Because I’m gonna have some fun with this.”

The gun doesn’t budge. You squirm in his lap as his fingernails dig into your skin.

“Stay still,” he admonishes. “You’re being so impatient already. I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You could argue against this. His free hand is already riding very high on your thigh. And sitting like this, right between his legs, feeling him through his clothes - he knows it’s unreasonable to expect your patience. But cold metal is sliding across your cheek, now, so you manage to keep yourself quiet.

“You’re shaking. Scared? Or…” The barrel rubs up against your lips, and his hand slides between your legs.

“I like being scared,“ you whisper. “‘s really hot when you’re scary.”

He scoffs. “You haven’t seen me scary. Not yet. Do you really want to?”

You nod frantically. “Mhmm.”

“Hmm.” He nudges your mouth open with the edge of the barrel. “Think you’re gonna regret that, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen as the cylinder slides past your lips and shoves into your mouth. You whimper in a faint protest as it comes close to scraping the back of your throat.

“You’ve got your lips curled back. Don’t you?” He presses his fingers and palm hard against your cunt, through your clothes, forcing a whimper out of your stuffed mouth. “Bet your tongue is dragging along the bottom, too. Don’t be embarrassed. I like that. Means you’re well trained.”

You seem to be frozen in place. But you feel your head nod, up and down.

“Now,” he says. “In a second, if you behave yourself, I’m going to take this out of your mouth. But I’m going to keep it very close to your head. You’re going to thank me for letting you go, and then you’re going to get on your knees right there on the floor. And you’re gonna suck my cock like your life depends on it, because as far as you know, it might.”

You stay frozen. You can’t say anything, and you’re suddenly very scared of answering wrong. He wouldn’t do it. It’s not a real threat. It can’t be. But the amount of power he holds over you is making you dizzy and so, so hot. You rub your damp thighs together and let yourself believe it.

“Just nod again, sweetheart. You don’t even need to make a sound.”

You force yourself to move, just enough to do as he says.

“Good. Now, it feels like your mouth is really clamped down on this thing. And I don’t wanna hurt your precious lips on the way out. So open up a little wider, alright? Very good.” As promised, his hand stays close, hovering right beside your head as the other tugs on the waist of your skirt. “Now, what do you say?”

“Th -” You’re so short of breath that you have to start over. “Thank you. Thank you - for sparing me. And - and for letting me serve you. I’ll do so good for you. I promise.”

“Gonna hold you to that, sweetheart.”

You scramble to the floor right before he rises from his seat, turning around as he pulls the waist of his pants below his hips. His toy never leaves his hand, though, and soon he’s aiming it down, right at your skull.

“Strip for me before you start,” he orders. “Give me something nice to look at, yeah?”

“Mhmm. Yes, sir.” It takes longer than it should. Your hands shake as you pull your shirt over your head and fumble over the clasp of your bra.

Once you’re naked before him, Toji grabs your jaw and tilts your head back. Then he leans over you, and trails the barrel of his gun up your stomach, stopping to hold it upright between your tits, grinning as your eyes widen. “What’re you thinking about?” He shakes his head. “Dirty little slut.” Before he stands up, he spits into your open mouth, and without hesitation, you swallow it. “‘Least you know how to behave yourself.”

He reaches out to grab your hair, twisting his fingers through it before yanking you forward. “You’re making me impatient, now,” he says.“You’re too scared to move? Let’s see if I can get you so scared that you have to.” He let’s go of your hair, and then your entire body tenses as a click echoes out above you. “Safety’s off, sweetheart. Only one way to get it back on.”

Nononono…. You don’t dare give yourself a chance to protest. You lurch forward, letting all the cock you can fit into your mouth, holding back a gag as it penetrates your throat. It’s not even close to all the way down, either. You doubt you could take him all the way - doubt anyone could. You’re too big, you whined, the first time you tried. I can’t - ‘s too much. You come up for a breath, determined to show him you’ve improved. Show him you’re worth keeping.

“Slow down, princess.” He pushes your hair back from your face and trails his index finger down your jawline. “You’re so eager. I’ve taught you better than that. Done this enough times to know you gotta build up, right?”

You pull back and nod frantically, not daring to look up. “I - I’m sorry -“ you stammer. I could die. I really could -

“Start again. Nice and slow. Control yourself.” He grins crookedly, and places his hand firmly on the back of your head. “You’ll know when it’s time to change that. Alright?”

You squeak out an “mhmm,” not even giving yourself time to nod your head before you lick a thick, slow stripe up the underside of Toji’s cock. You’re not sure if you can control yourself enough to do anything more precise. You’re shaking, blinking hard and fast as you coat his shaft with your tongue. You manage to move up to the tip, enveloping it in your mouth as your tongue flicks gently underneath.

You don’t let yourself think. If you think, you’ll panic. Just one little twitch of his finger… and you asked for all of this. You’re fucking enjoying it.

You feel your tears welling up, but you don’t dare stop to wipe your eyes dry. You force yourself to follow your practiced motions, working your lips and tongue up and down his cock, over and over until the tears running down your cheeks mix with the drool overrunning the boundaries of your mouth.

Your eyes glance up at him, and you can tell from his expression that you are perfect. A perfect, terrified, sobbing, cock-hungry mess. Your jaw is tired, but you don’t dare stop. It’s almost a relief when he takes over, grabbing the back of your head and fucking hard into your open mouth, grinning wider as the beginnings of a gag bubble up in your throat. And there’s still more -

He lowers the gun for moment. Right in front of your face. Turned to the side so you can see his finger hovering over the trigger. “You wanna keep me happy, don’t you, love? Wanna keep yourself happy?”

A strange, pathetic little moan vibrates out of your mouth. Yes, you think. Anything -

“Then don’t you dare fucking struggle.”

Cold metal digs into your skull, and Toji’s nails dig into the back of your head as he forces you to stay still against the rutting of his hips. You whimper around the base of his cock as you try to resist the urge to pull back against his hand. Again and again, he forces as much as you’ve ever taken into your poor, exhausted throat. And of course, you don’t shy away one bit. Don’t even tug against his hand when you gag. There’s nothing you can do but let him fuck your throat raw.

Don’t try to stop, you tell yourself. Don’t fucking stop, or - or -

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, you’re yanked back one last time. You look up, eyes still teary, as your tongue is coated with cum. You open your mouth wide so Toji can see it pooled before you swallow. There’s a click, and then something heavy clangs down on the table in front of you.

Toji’s hands, both empty, twist through your hair and then cup your face. He smiles down at you, holding you in place until your breaths slow and your heart rate steadies. “You wanna know something?

You nod, and he pulls you to your feet. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and leaning down to whisper his secret into your ear. “It was empty. Just hollow metal.”

“It…” you take a moment to understand. When you do, you bury your face in his shirt, suddenly blinking back tears all over again. “Toji… you fucking liar.”

“You wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun if I’d told you, princess. But I’m not quite that fucked up.” He grabs a fistful of your shirt and pulls you back, tipping your chin up with one finger. “Not around you, anyways.”

He’s grinning. Like a fucking psychopath. And it just makes you want to do it all again.