#yep - confirmed - he's a criminal

[vivaciouscynner]

hey, someone calm me down.

Unless there's a high voter turnout for dems this election, we're at the whims of the electoral college which is heavy in the red. It means even if Harris gets the popular vote, the fascist can still win, as he did in 2016.

The voter turnout NEEDS to be significant. Overwhelming!

I did what I could. I voted.

But I'm freakin out.

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

In prison AU, I feel like darling would be an young cop in training and with not very much experience and that Darling just got out of college and just started the work. The reason why they hired Darling in an such dangerous prison (Probably the most dangerous prison as there's demons and ghosts and insane man) is because just like in the Mental Asylum AU, Darling is very good the job and pretty good at it.

Well those are my thoughts but I would like to hear yours words at the Darling in this AU, If you don't mind😊 .

Something Short (Prison AU Introduction)

Warning: Criminals, death row, rape and sexual assault mentioned, murder, violence, cannibalism, graphic descriptions of crimes, mental disorders, mental instability, sadism, apathy, sexual themes, robbery, drug use, sexual harassment, short tempers, big sentences I'm talking life, massacres and more. This AU is not for the faint of heart.

Yep! I didn't do all of them (I think I left out 2 people, but besides that they're all here.)

I feel like you would be having a paid internship at the maximum security prison due to you being the best cop at the college you're attending.

Here's what you need to know.

Jeffery Woods. A man in his early 30s, arrested for multiple accounts of serial Murder, Mutilation, Kidnapping, Torture, Stalking, Vandalism, Arson, Breaking and entering, Parricide, Drug use and rape. He has the reputation of assaulting, mocking, teasing and harassing guards. Jeff is often in solitary confinement, but that doesn't stop him from his usual actions. Has to be kept away from Jane Elizabeth Arkensaw due to them activity starting fights. He is deemed one of the deadliest prisoners. During your internship, he will be one of the prisoners you'll be interacting to help sharpen your skills. He will by far be one of if not the hardest to interrogate.

Tobias Erin Rogers. A man in his late 20s arrested for Serial murder, Torture, Vandalism, Arson, Stalking, Patricide, Breaking and Entering, Kidnapping, and suspected of multiple accounts of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed. Currently sentenced to life in jail with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. He suffers a handful of disorders and quite often causes trouble for both staff and other inmates. He struggled with controlling his emotions and his impulsive behavior which often leads to himself, inmates and staff to be harmed. Despite this, you will be interacting with him during your internship due to him being able to get a long with staff for a short period of time if he finds them "hot." Warnings, don't get too attached, don't believe most of the things he says, don't give or take anything from him, and don't let his suffering fool you. He has a history of using his suffering against others and actually led to him escaping when he was first sent here when he was 19, and they didn't capture him again until last year when he turned 27.

Liu Woods, also known as Homicidal Liu. A man in early to mid 20s, arrested for Serial murder, stalking, kidnapping, robbery, breaking and entering, assault, and vandalism. Currently serving a a sentence of 50 years but has a chance of parole once he serves 20. Liu is the little brother of Jeffery Woods, and after Jeffery almost murdered him, he developed an alter ego named Sully. Lui is is relatively quiet, observant, possessive and violent. But his violence gets worse when he's Sully. Lui normally doesn't harm guards or prisoners unless provocted, but he has attacked them with no apparent reason on multiple accounts. Liu is one of the prisoners you will be seeing often due to you working mostly in his section of the prison, where most of the pastas are such of Eyeless Jack and Toby. Warning when dealing with Liu, watch your words and actions, DO NOT touch anything of his unless it's a danger to him or others, and don't asked him too much about his past due to it being his biggest trigger in becoming Sully. If you're dealing Sully, be extremely careful, don't make sudden moves and don't anger him. Sully is extremely violent, sadistic but oddly childish. Sully is supposedly a seven year old according to both himself and Liu, so treat him as an extremely dangerous child.

Helen Otis, also labeled The Bloody Painter. A man between the ages for 25 to 35, arrested for Serial murder, kidnapping and breaking and entering. He culprit of both the 1994 school massacre and a murder case in 2003. He is sentenced to 45 years without parole. Helen is extremely apathetic, cold and selfish. Despite this however, he can be polite, a gentleman. All of his murders represent some form of art, using the blood of his victims to create beautiful work at every crime scene. Helen is two faced, meaning that his gentleman front is an act, nothing genuine. Helen doesn't fight staff or prisoners, only attacking if they were to attack him first. He's known to be polite to both staff and prisoners, even flirting with some of the staff members. You'll be using Helen's cases as a way to practice investing crimes scenes, and you'll be interacting with Helen occasionally in order to figure out the motives behind his murders. Warnings when interacting with Helen, don't fall for his manipulation, don't fall for his charm and never allow yourself or him to go off topic.

Eyeless Jack. A demon is what he is. Not a human, not a ghost, but a demon sent from hell. EJ's age is unknown, we don't how long he's been commiting his crimes or even how long he's been around. But, relying on appearance alone, he appears to be a 24 year old humanoid with no eyes. Ej is charged with serial murder, cannibalism, kidnapping, breaking and entering, and stalking. EJ's sentence is life in prison without parole and the judge is consider the death sentence. Ej doesn't talk much, always watching the other prisoners with hunger written on his face. He's often wearing a mask, but when he isn't you can see the Eyeless sockets and if he opens his mouth, the hundreds of tentacle like tongues he has. No staff member is allowed to be alone with EJ due to him in the past immediately murdering and eating the staff members' organs. EJ is known to be cruel, sadistic, highly intelligent and scarily patient, he's a predator. During your internship, you won't be interacting with EJ unless told, and even then you won't be allowed alone with him. But you can't shake off the feeling someone is following or watching you. Is that... Blood?

Laughing Jack. Another demon we holp in or facility. To be honest, we don't even know if he's a demon or an imaginary friend gone real, we really don't know. We don't know his age or how he manifested. Even if we rely on his appearance, we can't determine how old he might be. Jack is arrested for serial murder, torture, mutilation, kidnapping, and breaking and entering. Jack is extremely playful and childish, his main victims being families, but mostly their children, he claims he's a child's best friend, he's also evil, sadistic, cruel, and an overall mystery to us. He is sentenced to life in prison, but even then he has escaped multiple times. You won't be interacting with Jack at all during your internship, due to his case still being looked into and more and more charges are being found for him. But every day he finds you, talking to you, showing you tricks, being playful and entertaining, but you can't ignore the look in his eyes. You don't exactly know how to explain it, but whatever it, his plans for you are far from innocent fun.

Timothy Wright. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for serial Murder, Stalking, trespassing, kidnappings, rape, vandalism, breaking and entering, and arson. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Tim is quite the unstable prisoner, often seen yelling and cursing and fighting people oen minute, and muttering, pulling at his hair, screaming and crying the next. Tim suffers from both schizophrenia and MPD, and due to us restricting his meds so he wouldn't abuse them causes him to be, uncontrollable. Tim has an alter ego named Masky. While Tim is more calm yet violent and moody and often in some form of distress, Masky is short-tempered, violent, sadistic, and an awful man. Whenever Tim is Masky he claims he doesn't even remember the stuff he did, but he describes it as him blacking out. Tim isn't out often so during your internship you'll mostly be interacting with Masky, not Tim. If your interacting with Tim, don't think for a second he's nicer or safer. Tim can be rude, mean, manipulative and violent, but with Masky it's at a whole different degree. When dealing with Timothy, don't fall for his manipulation, tricks, charms, nothing. In the past he's been known to have lighters, cigarettes, guns and other things just from having one conversation with a guard. If Tim starts become more and more unstable, leave and call a hard to take him back to his cell to calm down. You have to have Strong skin if you're gonna deal with Tim/Masky. He's ruthless, blunt, sadistic and will make you cry and breakdown, all for his amusement. He often fights with Tobias and yells at his 'friend' Brian, who often either ignores him and mocks him.

Brain Thomas. A man in his early to mid 30s, arrested for Stalking, serial Murder, Theft, Kidnapping, suspected of sexual assault but is yet to be confirmed, vandalism, hacking, blackmail, breaking and entering, arson and torture. Sentenced to life in prison with possibility of parole after serving a minimum of 30 years. Brian also has an alter ego by the name of Hoodie. Brian is often quiet, observant and keeps to himself most of time, mostly only interacting with Tim and a few others but tends to be by himself in his cell most of the time. He has a reputation of being a charmer and a flirt with the guards only to use them to get stuff such as phones and cameras. What he needs the camera's for, we don't know. Hoodie on the other hand rarely talks. And when he does it's slightly deeper than Brian's voice. Hoodie is way more hostile and alert than Brian, and unlike Tim, Brian remembers everything that he does while as Hoodie. When you interact with Brian, don't listen to words, don't fall for his charms, and more specifically, don't fall for his blackmail. It's not sure how, but Brian has dirt on everyone who works at the prison, and anyone who hasn't followed his orders became another victim to his blackmail. Brian, just like his co-workers Tobias and Tim, is very sadistic and cruel, and surprisingly apathetic. He admitted that everytime his victims would cry or tell him how bad of person he was, he'd only smile and laugh and told them that he didn't care. When dealing with Brian, don't talk too much, and don't talk too little. Brian is a gather, an interrogator, he knows how to get info by any means.

Benjamin Lawman, also known as Ben Drowned. A man in his between the ages of 18 and 23. Ben is a ghost, or more a vengeful spirit, but he's like a human, being able to touched and seen. Ben was charged with serial murder, kinda of a cult leader, drug use, kidnapping, hacking, vandalism, torture, stealing government files, tampering of evidence, and suspected of rape but is yet to be confirmed. He is also on death row but the judge is considering possibly taking him out if he's willing to help them with tech, but by how things are going so far Ben is stuck on death row. Ben is a sadistic, apathetic, oppressive, controlling, perverted, master manipulator who literally doesn't give a shit about anything. His mugshot was like those teenage dirtbag videos you see on TikTok. Ben is known for starting power outages, corrupting camera footage, sexually harassing staff and making the prisoners in the other half of the prison his bitch just by manipulating them. Ben doesn't see prison as prison, he sees it as a small little vacation, the only thing missing is the tech and drugs. You are forbidden from interacting with Ben due to him being a high level threat. Those who have to interact with him remove any and all tech, including walkies and watches. Ben is held in a special cell, with him cuffed and against the wall. When you walk into his room, his glitched out voice erupted into laughter and he has a deranged smile on his face. He's extremely close with Jeffery and EJ, all them being trialed together and sentenced together. When he heard about you from Jeffery, he paid you a little visit on the camera feed, even walking out of the computer and touching you. They thought moving the computers to a different building would stop him, nope! If you ever were to run into Ben, protocol is to do what he says and get out as soon as possible. Ben loves how hot you are, he mainly wants your ass. Ben wants you purely for his own pleasure, both sexually and physically, he wants to hurt and fuck you so bad, but until he gets the chance to work with you, he must wait.

Jonathan Blake, or popularly known as The Puppeteer. A ghost between the ages of 20 to 30. An evil spirit. Charged with serial murder, Stalking, Breaking and Entering, and Abuse. He's been sentenced to life in prison without possiblity of parole. The Puppeteer is a dangerous and hostile being, in the past having interns and staff who struggled with their mental states to kill themselves after interacting with him only once. Due to this, you'll be getting a mental evaluation to see if you're classified to interact with him during your internship here. The Puppeteer does tend to be quite an emotional rollercoaster, sometimes he randomly enters states of rage and confusion before shutting down. We don't know much about his past, any time we tried asking he'll either be confused or enter a state of rage. If you are classified to interact with him, here's what you need to know. We don't call him Jonathon, he doesn't respond to the name, it's possible he might've blocked out his memories, so we call The Puppeteer, since that's what he responds to. Don't let him get to your head. The Puppeteer is infamous for the mass suicides in the area. He's extremely manipulative and also a charmer, so it's important not to fall for his antics. We does have two confirmed accomplices, but we are yet to confirm who exactly they are, nor have we caught them. One day during your internship you were caught by, golden strings? That's when you saw him. He claims that you were too beautiful to kill, but you would be perfect as a puppet. His mindless, emotionless puppet. Be careful around him, very careful.

[jayladfanpage]

What do you think is the most important trait for Jason? This is totally the first time I've ever asked you this question

Yep totally the first time. I didnt accidentally delete the first ask at all

Anyway the answer is his hypocrisy.

Now, I know I talk a lot about Jason's love and his fears and stuff, but I think all of his everything can be better understood through his hipocrisy and his actions vs his words. Here's some instances that stick out to me:

• Sasha/Scarlet from Batman and Robin (2009)

One of Jason's Most Hated Things is the concept of child sidekicks. He hates that shit so much. However, he literally kidnaps a child from a mental health facility to make her his sidekick.

[Batman and Robin Vol.1 #3]

(While Morrison's Jason is... far from good, the concept of Sasha is one of my absolute favorites, so we're talking about it.)

Jason preaches about Batman being morally wrong for having another Robin after his death, and yet he takes Sasha with him to bloody, disgusting massacres he commits, and encourages her to participate in his "branding," exposing her to the violence of his beliefs.

[Batman and Robin (2009) #4]

BUT!! It's important to note that Jason cares about Sasha a lot. To the point where he's willing to work with Dick and Damian to get her to safety (aka, with him).

[Batman and Robin (2009) #25]

He actively teaches her violence and hatred and these very polarizing beliefs, and he does that because he loves her.

• Jason's idea of a criminal in Beast World

We all know Jason's backstory. We all know he stole the tires of the Batmobile and that's how he met Bruce. That story implies that Jason committed a lot of petty theft before he got picked up by Bruce, and it was his main source of income.

In UTRH, it's talked about how Jason belives that Bruce isn't effective against the "dress-ups" because they know he won't kill them, implying that Jason kills to scare said dress-ups, the bigger fish.

However, in the Scavengers story, we get this speech bubble:

[Beast World: Gotham: Scavengers (2024)]

Jason, as a child, is willing to do what he needs to survive, and yet kills other people who are doing the exact same thing. He talks about hunting down the bigger fish but we never get to see him actually do that at any point. (Seriously, the only Rogue I can remember him killing is Captain Nazi. Which was 8 years ago.) Instead, we get canon confirmation that he harms the little guy, the ones who are just trying to get by.

• Robin vs Red Hood and sex work

When Jason is Robin, we see him hurt pimps and (maybe) kill Felipe Garzonas for sexually assaulting women. He's pretty strongly against the abuse that comes with sex work.

[Batman (1940) #422 and #424]

But in UTRH, it's stated that Jason literally becomes a pimp.

[Under The Red Hood (2006)]

There's nothing to indicate that he treats his girls any better or any worse than other pimps in Gotham, but the fact he becomes a pimp at all is enough to prove my point.

(That panel is also the best way to show my... mild distaste for utrh)

There are definitely plenty more instances of things like this but those were the first to come to mind. Hope the answer is satisfactory!!

[certainty2witch]

For Crocodad theory, imagine if the way everyone finds out isn't either of them admitting it. It's Sengoku being mad after the events of Marineford and deciding to hand over declassified info on the revolutionary army, collected by Cypher Pole, which proves that Crocodile is Luffy's birth parent, to Big News Morgan. Imagine everyone has just started their two years of training when they pick up the daily newspaper and right on the cover is confirmation that Crocodile is Luffy's parent.

Since you mentioned the revolutionary army, I suppose you’re talking about my revolutionary crocodile au, even if you talked about Marineford.

And i take some time for adding a bit of lore for my au because is important:

(Answer for anon’s ask after the ‼️‼️‼️)

Crocodile was never evil and with so he never did something wrong in Alabasta. But, he’s still a warlord, and a fake pirate, because he’s a revolutionary undercover.

But let’s say that the marines discovered Crocodile is a revolutionary and that’s a way for putting him in impel down?

Iva obliviously, since is there too, save him and bring him at level 5.5, they both wait for the right moment for escaping (imagine Croc being uncomfortable around all that extravagant people, he doesn’t like loud people, and Iva likes to torment him because they think Croc miss Dragon and Croc says he doesn’t.

Is the truth btw he just wanna run into Dragon’s arms and kissing him).

And with so, Impel down arc happens, but Croc is always with Iva instead of being locked at level 6. His reaction to his son almost dead is pretty devastating, just imagine that… I mentioned in a recent post that they have a deep and special bond when Luffy was little. With older Luffy this keep existing!

So Marineford is pretty the same with Doflamingo bothering him (lmao, sorry babe your love is busy with the world’s worst criminal, he’s not a single man), with him protecting Ace (this time for Luffy and only for him💕) and other canon stuff.

And he suffers seeing his son losing his sense after his brother’s death. He obliviously protect him and Jinbe from Akainu (in every au he always saves him in that scene *sigh* good daddy).

So after Marineford he and Luffy separate, and he finally reunite with Dragon.

‼️‼️‼️

And now about the ask.

But first i add little warning.

Cw //mention of gender dysphoria!

Somehow Sengoku knows and decides to reveal everything (my god you should just close that trap sometimes, stupid marine) I honestly can’t imagine why he would know something like that, maybe due to Garp? (Close that trap too!!) because yep Garp knows Croc is trans and Luffy’s other dad.

Crocodile never liked the idea of people knowing his secret: him being Luffy’s other parent. He knows in that world people like him are seeing in a bad way and if others will discover he isn’t cis, my god I’m sure people will keep misgendering him… and he would hate that. I imagine his past full of transphobic people, keep using wrong pronouns with him and forcing him to just be like “Mother Nature made him”… you know useless things like this. So well he grow up frustrated and angry, Iva was his light, the revolutionary army were his light. Even after hrt, Crocodile felt the oppression of not being cis (mostly when he got pregnant of Luffy). But in this Au, he with the support of others started to feeling more and more comfortable just being himself. He’s not cis? Who cares!

But if people will discover he is Luffy’s dad too and with so, the father that gave birth to him, i like to imagine him asking his friends (and love) some support. He is more comfortable being trans, but something like that is hard to handle anyway, because nobody asked for his consent! If that was his secret, and he wanted to keep that hidden, well there’s a reason.

I hope I explained everything at least in a decent way, feel free to ask for some more if you are curious or to ask something else in the ask box.

And correct me or tell me to change something, if you think is inappropriate please.

For a dear anon that i still didn’t answer, if you are seeing this, just know that your idea inspired me. I will draw what you said, because I know what to draw hehe but i need time because i have other art first 🙏🏻

[phyrestartr]

HOUND pt.2 | Miguel x M!Reader

Geneticist!Miguel x Guard!Reader Part 2 W/C: 2.7k | Part 2 of 2

#NSFW, zombie AU, apocalypse AU, mentions of exploitation and abuse, body horror, gore, immoral research and experiments, power imbalance, reader is a criminal, miguel is a scientist, dark themes, part 2 ends on a positive note, reader is morally grey, bottom!miguel, top!reader, sorry there's lore lol

Note: AAAAH ok it's done and now I can struggle to finish my other fics instead asjdkf;weiafjf

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Miguel couldn’t recall what happened after that. The noises outside the door, the wet sloshing of viscera and pained outcries echoed faintly in the black corners of his mind, but nothing else. Nothing about how he got out of that room. Nothing about what had attacked him. Nothing about where you had gone. 

The mystery led him to reviewing the footage. The security cameras were set in each room, only to be accessed in times where someone was suspected to be infected and other suspicious situations. He found the moments leading up to everything, the moment you pushed him against the wall, when you started taking off the vest, when you threw Miguel into the bathroom and forced the door closed with brute strength. 

What followed was unbearable. The thing, now confirmed to have been one of your kind, rippled with overwhelming, excruciating power. You couldn’t square up with it fairly, but you were smart and fast, hitting when it really counted and pulling the trigger only when you knew it’d strike true. But the problem was its objective; the entire fight, Miguel realized, was a contest for the bathroom door. The monster didn’t care about you. You weren’t its target. It was going for him.

But it didn’t show you any mercy. It tore chunks out of you, shattered your ribs, broke whatever part of you it touched until you’d put it down for good with a full mag into its soft, melted skull. You staggered backwards, feeling behind you for the cool touch of the door before you collapsed against it, trying to stay standing despite it all. It was hard to watch. To see someone suffering and still fighting the good fight even though they’d already lost in order to win. 

You eventually crumbled and held what was left of your stomach and chest as you heaved in air. Loud sounds, like a wooden train whistle, hissed through the gaps left between your exposed ribs and the holes in your tattered lungs time after time, breath after breath, up until the EMTs arrived; you scrambled to get up, nearly spilling your guts and breaking off a leg before a tranquilizer hit you, and put you down. 

After that, you’d been carted off, and Miguel stepped out of the bathroom moments later, shaken and confused. Gabe showed up, thank God, and the thing that’d started all the bullshit was dead, but he couldn’t help the lingering tendrils of paranoia stitching the muscles taut in his shoulders. Then, and now. 

He needed to see you for himself. 

“Listen, listen, it’s suuuper nice that you suddenly have a weak spot for the guy, it’s really cute, but we haveta set you up with a different one for now–”

“What?” Miguel cut in while Lyla spun in her chair and fixed her obnoxious sunnies. “Why do–they heal. I don’t want any other–”

“Yep, yep, yep, I totally get it, but he’s reaaal messed up. He’s gonna take some time to fix ‘n heal and everything, yenno?” Lyla spun around again in a full 360 before coming back to face Miguel and point her pen at him. “If he’s too hard to fix, then they were thinking of scrapping him for parts and testing and everything.” 

Scrapped. For parts. 

“They won’t scrap him.” Miguel frowned. “He’s the best host we have. The most successful specimen the whole fucking project's made.” 

“Uh, yeah, and that's why they're gonna do their best to save him.” She tilted her head, curious. “No one wants to kill a good dog, y'know.” 

It was true. No one wanted to rid Alchemax of one who was dedicated enough to put their life in jeopardy for the sake of protecting their charge. He didn't expect you to go this far. No one did. 

–

It took weeks for you to be reinstated as Miguel's watchdog. In the interim, he was appointed a new guard, but life didn’t feel right. He supposed that bonds and trust played into the feeling more than he'd like to admit. Sure, the two of you hadn't really spoken before that day, but you'd been with each other for years. Silently learning about one another, measuring each other's capacity to be trustworthy. 

So with a new dog, Miguel felt unnerved, maybe even a bit unsteady. It had been one of them who'd snapped, after all. One of them lost their minds and went on a rampage–which was exactly what the current meeting was about. 

“No one saw it coming,” one said. “We didn't think it would happen, and that's the problem, isn't it?” 

“Weeell, things are bound to go awry here and there.” Olivia shrugged and crossed her arms. “It's part of science! I'd say this whole drama has given us some pretty good results on the extremes; one imploded and started eating people, and the other one exploded trying to save one of us.” 

“Still think we should scrap O'hara's mutt for parts,” Aaron interjected, unhelpful and annoying as ever. “Who knows when that one'll blow too, hey?” 

Miguel ignored Aaron. He wouldn’t feed into his prodding and pushing. “He's mine. I decide when he's too dangerous.”

“You sure you're not gonna be blinded by feelings, O'hara?” Aaron spat with an ugly smile. “I saw the footage. You–” 

“Oh my God, don't act like you don't try to fuck everyone else's guards,” another scientist groaned. “You're probably why one snapped.” 

Aaron's face blistered red. Miguel smirked, enjoying the show, enjoying the fact that no one was on the idiot's side. It was the apocalypse. Fucking mutants was the least of their worries. 

Stone, exasperated, called it there, and everyone dispersed. Miguel took his time with his thoughts in the silence of the room. The lack of people around him sparked a jolt of adrenaline, or maybe fear, and sent his train of thought off the rails and into something ungodly. He hated being alone these days. He couldn't bear the thought of being the last man standing, of having to fend for himself after everything. Not that he would have to, no, not unless your replacement did him in, or–

“Sir?” 

Miguel turned and nearly knocked his chair off its wheels. He clutched the desk in a panic just before his eyes landed on you. 

You looked different. Streaks of faint scars painted the side of your face where an eyepatch hid away whatever wreckage laid beneath. A metal brace hugged one of your knees and dripped down into a glittering, high-tech prosthetic limb that told a story Miguel didn't want to indulge in. And you looked tired. So tired. Your voice, once something rough like sandpaper, now sounded like shattered glass grinding underfoot.

But you still had that placid, somewhat judgemental stare that told him, I'm alright.

Your brows raised expectantly, like your return didn't need to be celebrated and you'd much rather like to get on with your day of following Miguel around like a lost puppy. He could relate, and he could comply. 

–

Acting normal until getting you into his new quarters was tough; Miguel had the inexplicable urge to touch you, see your skin, feel your heat singe his palms, but he wouldn't do it in the eye of the others, no. Not for his own decency, but because they didn't deserve it. You were all his. 

Miguel was sure to lock the doors and initiate an armoured lockdown to ease his paranoia before he turned to you with a demand on his tongue: “Strip.” 

You quirked a brow. “This didn't go so well last time.” But you complied, clearly trying to hide away your amusement.

“It's fine. We're fine.” He helped you pull the vest and the shirt off just like he did all those weeks ago, but now with more finesse and determination; he wanted his do-over, and he was going to get it. “I need to see for myself.” 

“Whatever.” You rolled your shoulders once your bare skin hit the air and prickled with goosebumps. Even the lifeless spots with angry reddened scars recoiled from the sharp nip, and then the heat of Miguel's touch.

He dragged his gaze all over you, drinking in the ruined expanses of skin with hungry eyes. Every new mark was examined, every stitch and bandage touched and committed to memory, every bruise earned the softest graze of fingertips. It was hard not to be enticed with one another in that tense, long silence. 

Miguel's eyes lingered on your split lip before meeting your eyes, reading whatever he could from you. But he didn't expect what you said. 

“You get hurt?” You grumbled. 

Miguel shook his head lightly, his attention unwavering as his hands made themselves useful and plucked loose the buttons on your cargos again. “I'm fine.” He pulled the zipper down next. The muscles of your abdomen rippled against the palm keeping you still. “Sore from you throwing me, but fine.” 

The corner of your mouth twitched. “If you'd listened and moved–” your next words dissolved against the brutish lips colliding with yours. Miguel's hands slipped further below and palmed your soft cock through the thin material of your undergarments; apparently you weren't surprised by the candid dick grab, but the kiss of all things threw you for a loop. Miguel moved to leaving marks along your neck while your brain scrambled to make sense of the random affection. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” You breathed, unsure of where to touch or what to do with your hands.

“Picking up where we left off.” Miguel squeezed your filling bulge again, eagerly massaging you in encouragement to get things going. His ego swelled when your hand found his shoulder after a particularly weak spot was found.

“Hah. I shouldn't be–” 

“You'll manage,” he insisted, watching you like prey trying to woo its predator. “You probably haven't been touched like this in a while, si, guapo?” Your hips jolted against his hand while his husky voice drew you in. “Bed. Now.” 

You didn't have much of a choice, not when Miguel's needy hands guided you to the soft sheets and forced you to lay down. You were just in the middle of a sore groan when Miguel pulled your waistband down just enough to free your hardened cock, and give you a fierce dose of whiplash between the pain of healing wounds and the bliss of hands on you.

For all of Miguel’s want, now that he was this far, he wasn’t sure where to take it. He was going to make you cum, obviously, but how would he go about it? Handjob, blowjob, actually taking it up the ass? Some were obviously more impactful than others, so–

“Christ, alright, now that you’ve played with my dick, we can put it away for today, Doc,” you grouched, sitting up to pull Miguel’s hand away. “I’m too tired for this shit.”

“Wh–no.” He swatted your hand away like a petulant child and shot you an equally childish glare. “You have to obey my orders, as far as I recall.”

Something akin to a deadpan hit your face. “You’re fucking joking. You’re gonna pull that shit now?”

“You’re my subordinate,” Miguel reminded, not bothering to hide his smug demeanor and faux innocence. “Act like it.” 

Before you could bitch back, he started stroking you firmly and slowly, squeezing harder near the tip and base with every motion. You stopped complaining surprisingly fast–Miguel almost wanted you to fight him more, but, maybe for a first run, your utter compliance would serve him. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold you down or fend off your grabby hands while, at the same time, trying to get a handle on how to properly please another man. 

Just when you sounded like you were about to object again, he took you into his mouth, and shut you up. At that moment, Miguel was glad you were touch-starved. Otherwise, the inexperienced gags and hefty strings of saliva connecting his lush lips to your throbbing length would’ve surely shortened Miguel’s lifespan. He was supposed to be good in bed. He was good in bed. And he’d make damn sure to continue being good in bed with another man. 

Your hand fisting in his well-kempt hair had him growling with warning, thinking you were going to try to make him stop, but one glance up at you through teary lashes washed that thought away; your eyes were shut, bottom lip caught between your lip and welling with the faintest bit of blood from those elongated canines of yours. A kinder shade of crimson painted your cheeks and the bridge of your nose a sweet summer colour that seemed to darken more when Miguel bravely slipped you down his throat and up again. 

“Shit. Fuck. Shit.” You let go of his hair with a pathetic whimper and collapsed onto your back, hands reaching back to claw into the wall and headboard to try and expel your rattling energy someway, somehow. The grating of metal and long, deep marks left in your claws’ wake would piss Miguel off any other day, but right now, your destructive praise fed his ego until it threatened to burst. 

But a slight shift from the scientist and a misplaced hand on the convergence of flesh and metal shook up the easy rhythm. You hissed and sat up, reflexively snatching his hand away from your leg with barbed fingers. Miguel pulled off of you with a choked yelp rattling in his throat as your hold drew blood, and like a dog who'd bit another too hard, you let go. 

“Shit, I didn't mean to–” you stopped yourself, though, and instead took Miguel's hand with a less-lethal touch. You looked at the wound before leaning down and running the flat of your tongue against the wound once, twice, thrice. The pain subsided quickly after, leaving behind a tingly, sparking feeling. “Doesn’t look too bad.” Miguel watched your nostrils flare and pupils dilate–clearly, his blood was having an effect on you. And that fact was having an effect on Miguel, in turn. 

The apology for hurting you was long forgotten by the time Miguel leaned up and kissed you, holding the side of your face with his wounded hand. He pushed hard against the tip of your fang until spongy flesh gave way, and the vile tang of blood pooled in his mouth, and now in yours. 

You moaned, or maybe growled, and Miguel’s hips jerked. He worked on slipping his weeping tongue around your mouth while his good hand continued his work on your stiffy, eager to finish you off while you were distracted. Your hands clutched at him again, claws still nipping into his skin and clothes, but more like a cat kneading its owner rather than a lion latching onto prey. 

But those barbs sunk deep into him when you came. Your hold on him tightened, and the low growls reverberating through your body crescendoed into a few, cherished moans when your lips left his as rapture hit you. Miguel spared a look down at the mess you’d made, but too quickly his gaze returned to the bobs of your Adam’s apple, the muscles pulsing and tensing in the aftershocks, the sheen of red coating your cracked lips. It was enough to make him come undone, untouched by you, only fulfilled by the rub of cotton on his hardened cock.

And of course, you noticed it right away. Ugh. “You’re a freak,” you scoffed out between breaths. “Fucking–cumming from, what? Getting your pet off?” 

Miguel rolled his eyes to betray his embarrassment, and squeezed you hard at the base to pull one last mean, choked groan out of you. “Callate. You could try being grateful, hm?”

“Don’t think that’s in my programming.” You leaned back and looked down at the mess. “Who’s gonna clean this up, Doc?” You prodded looking up at him through your lashes. 

Miguel’s intrigue piqued. “Here I thought you were too tired,” he mocked. 

“Might change your mind tomorrow. Oughta cash in while I can.” 

“Hm.” Miguel let go and leaned back, shaky fingers working on his own clothes. “Guess I can give you another treat.”

But, as fate would have it, one more go of it turned into five, and left him half-alive come the morning.

[venic-bxtch]

SECRETS IN THE SHADOWS: Rings and rooftop dinners

SYNOPSIS: Y/N’s life takes a dramatic turn after she unknowingly falls for a criminal…

Paring: Scalvo x black fem reader

TW: Slight smut(idk if it really is), suggestive.

You were a very successful real estate mogul. After years of spending your time becoming a Pediatrics doctor, you wanted a change of path. So you purchased your first small townhome to renovate and sell.

Fast forward 5 years, you only went up. You purchased a beach house on the Boston coast. You live there with your golden retriever,Gigi, who is always a ray of sunshine.

On top of that ray of sunshine, you have a loving boyfriend of 3 years, Scalvo. When you first met him, which was when you were working at a local cafe, he was cold and rigid. You had a smile on your face when you asked him what he wanted order. He looked at you like you were crazy then laughed, poking fun at you. You side eyed, but still took his order.Weeks kept passing by, and he frequented that cafe. One day he asked when you got off work, asking if he could take you somewhere to eat, you agreed and said it was a date. The more dates you went on together, the more you two fell in love.

The only issue you saw was that you didn’t know very much about him. His family, job, friends, nothing.

Since you really loved him, you didn’t want to push it. Your family and friends were very skeptical of him. But you told them that he was probably sensitive and didn’t want to talk about certain things.

Tonight, he wanted to take you out on a date to a rooftop restaurant. He had rented the place just for you two.

“You look beautiful in that dress.” Scalvo gave you a quick kiss on the lips before pulling your chair out for you.

You smiled,”Thank you. You look good too.”

He settled down in his own chair,”Thank you.”

The waitress brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses,”Welcome to The Lexington. I’m Gia and I’ll be your server for tonight. Can I get you two started with any appetisers?” She got out her pen and notepad.

You browsed through the appetisers section on the menu,”Can we get the Bruschetta?” You looked at Jack for confirmation. He nodded.

Gia smiled,”Ok. I’ll be back with that.” She walked away swaying her hips.

You took a sip of my wine and scoffed,”Ugh.”

Scalvo laughed,”Y/N. What?”

You furrowed my brows,”Smush, she was flirting with you!” You whisper shouted.

He put his hand on your cheek,”I didn’t notice. My focus was on you.”

You smiled,”Good.”

>>>

You and Scalvo had finished eating.

He asked for the bill and Gia came scurrying over. He shirt buttons had been button down to where her cleavage was very visble. She reached over Scalvo’s face to get a plate on the other side of him after passing him the bill.

You coughed, trying to get her to see that you were right there, seeing all that was going down.

Unfortunately for her, Scalvo had looked the other way, paying her no attention. You smiled, thankful that he was being loyal.

Gia had finished getting all the plates and walked away. She said she’d be back out with our receipt.

Scalvo blew out air,”Fuck. That’s was uncomfortable.”

You nodded,”Yep.”

He smiled and got out of his chair,”I’m about to fix that,” getting a box out of his pocket, he got down on one knee,”Y/N Y/M Y/L, you have made me a very happy man these 3 years. You’ve taught me how to be a more likeable person, how to love, and important morals I had missed growing up. I love spending my time with you. Will you make me even happier by marrying me?” He opened the box, revealing a pear-shaped diamond on a silver band.

You covered your mouth, tears running down your face. You managed to get out an answer despite your tears,”Yes! Of course!”

He smiled and slipped the ring on your ring finger,”Perfect.”

You got up to give him a hug and a kiss. You looked over to Gia, who had an annoyed expression plastered on her face. You smiled at her, rubbing it in.

>>>

Scalvo loosened his tie then took it off. He put you against the closet wall, his hands gripping your waist and your noses touching.

He smirked,”We celebrating or what?”

You nodded,”Absolutely.” You gave him a passionate kiss, running your fingers through his curls. He broke the kiss and started kissing your jaw, working down to your neck. He picked you up, bridal style, and tossed you gently on the bed. He stepped back, taking his button up off, his dress pants, and his boxers.

You sat up and removed your dress, leaving your bra and thong on.

He pushed you back on the bed before speaking,”Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

>>>

You woke up the next morning, sore.

You looked over to Scalvo, who was fast asleep. You gave him a kiss on the forehead and stood up.

Today you decided to do some sleuthing. Yes, you had known this man for years. But you still felt uneasy.

You looked through his suitcase he had brought with him that was sitting in the walk in closet. You slowly unzipped it, trying your best not to make any noise.

Clothes, Clothes, more clothes, watches…an envelope? You opened the envelope to see a folded up piece of paper and a rusted key. You unfolded the paper and read the contents.

•Pay Fitz the 200,275 then ask for another job.

•Ask Y/N to marry me

•Cool her down after

•Tell her that I’m a business manger, to cover up

You gasped.

“Y/N! What the fuck!” Scalvo grabbed you by your shoulders,”Why are you going through my shit?!”

You showed him the letter in the key,”Tell me the truth!”

He clenched his jaw and sighed,”I do jobs to get money.”

You scoffed,”What kind of jobs?”

He looked down,”I…I….I run heists. Low budget though.”

You widened your eyes,”Scalvo! After 3 whole ass years!” I tear rolled down your cheek,”I was defending you to my family and friends! I told them you probably were sensitive and didn’t wanna talk about things! I didn’t expect you to fucking lie!”

He put his hands on your cheeks, wiping away a tear white his thumb,”And I’m sorry about that. I just didn’t want you to know. So you wouldn’t leave me..”

You scoffed,”And possibly go to jail for hiding a criminal!” You calmed down,”You know what, get out.”

He pulled back, furrowing his brows,”What?”

You nodded,”You heard me. Pack your shit and get your sorry ass out of here. You can take this ring too.” Reluctantly, you tossed the ring on the floor,”Don’t show your face here, ever. I can’t have our child growing up with a criminal father…” you wiped your tears with a finger.

He paused before leaving the room,”Our child?” He put a hand on your stomach,”You’re pregnant?”

You nodded,”I was gonna the you as soon as you woke up…since you proposed and all. But now I know and I don’t want it to live in fear.”

He looked at you, pleading with his eyes,”I’ll still get to see him or her..right?”

“Yes..I’m not going to separate y’all two. Now get out, before I call the police.”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek before walking out.

A/N: Managed to get finish before I hit the road. There will be like 6 more parts. I’m thinking I can put first class chp. 3 next weekend then work on the next part of this when I get to the hotel.

-Michelle🌺

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Part two!

➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰(I’m LOVING this! I have such theories i can’t wait to see if i’m right! And once again you’re a master of using your line breaks to enhance a story - it’s so meta i love it!)

☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️(whodunit? I don’t know! I’m so excited to find out! Really loving athena’s pov especially for this story it’s so fun!)

🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷(CAL YOURE DOING BTHB?!?!??!!! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SURVIVE THAT?????!!!!! It seems like you’re maybe starting us off light but i can never be sure with you… you’re an angst master and i cant wait to read all your stories!)

I hope you know that reading your snippets is genuinely one of the highlights of my day! Your work makes me so happy thank you for sharing!

- PCA <3

HI PCA!

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR BEING THE LOVELIEST PERSON EVER???

60 for ➰ (Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! And thanks! i have so much fun with the line breaks)

Tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings

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“Not the exact same,” Eddie explains nervously. “It’s like some things matter, and others don’t. I don’t know about today, though. Maybe we have, yeah.”

Buck thinks nervously about the prospect that one of them might die horribly at any moment. 

“Okay, which things matter?” Buck asks. 

“The restaurant. We have to go to the restaurant,” Eddie explains. 

“Okay,” Buck nods. “Right at the same time.”

“Yep,” Eddie confirms. “And we have to go kayaking. You have to hit your head.”

“What?” Buck complains. “Why? Come on!”

“I didn’t choose it, Buck!” Eddie practically whines. “Just, every time you don’t, something worse happens. Without fail. We don’t have to eat breakfast on the patio. We can go to the beach or the pool. But if we don’t go kayaking, and you don’t hit your head, and we avoid the restaurant, it’s worse for… For one of us.”

Which doesn’t just mean Buck. It could mean Eddie or Chris, too. Damn it.

“Alright, alright,” Buck sighs. “But we could run through a drive-thru this morning? We could wake up and stay in bed longer next time?”

Eddie nods. 

“Okay,” Buck exhales. “Okay, this helps.”

“Please don’t say anything to Chris,” Eddie begs. “Especially about dying. I know he’ll just forget, but…”

“You don’t want to freak him out,” Buck fills in. 

Eddie nods again. “I just want him - and you - to be as happy as possible. Okay?”

Buck tries to avoid narrowing his eyes in concern. Eddie has been the sole lucid person in this experience for a while. He’s whittled it down to a formula. A neatly rehearsed show that he stages every twelve hours, with no end in sight. Buck has thrown that off. Like, significantly. He gets why Eddie is nervous. 

“Don’t worry,” Buck promises, squeezing his hand. “I’m gonna follow your lead, okay? You know how this all works.”

Eddie sighs, relieved. “Thank you.”

“Having me aware will be good,” Buck tells him. “Right? You’re not alone now.”

Eddie scratches his head. “I… I had you before, too. I wasn’t alone.”

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36 for ☠️ (THANK YOU! I am so happy you're interested. I was nervous to write this one):

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“Alright,” Athena says. “Well… Let’s say a crime was committed.”

“How bad of a crime?” Bobby asks.

See, this is where they differ. Bobby thinks in terms like that. Athena mostly just sees the law. She does need his perspective right now. 

“Among the worst sort,” Athena says. 

“Okay,” Bobby nods. “Got it.”

“It’s hard to feel bad for the person who was hurt by this crime,” Athena continues. “They aren’t a great person. But that doesn’t matter, right?”

“It shouldn’t,” Bobby agrees. He already knows this is how she feels. Opinions towards the victim or perpetrator isn’t the point of the law. At least, not usually.

“Except, without knowing the specifics, and I don’t…” Athena sighs. “What if the alleged criminals, in this specific scenario, had a really good reason for what they did? A reason you trust?”

Bobby is silent for a long moment. So long, in fact, that Athena begins to worry. 

“This really doesn’t sound like you,” he eventually says. 

“I know,” she admits. 

“So the question here, really, is, do you do your job?” Bobby asks. “Or do you follow your gut?”

“I guess it is.”

“And those two things are usually harmonious,” he continues.

She nods. “Right.”

“Hmm,” Bobby considers. “Athena, I think… I think you need to think about what feels best to you. What can you live with?”

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30 for 🦷: (I AM! I've been having fun with Gotcha For Gaza prompts, so I thought I'd take a few more prompt like things to inspire me).

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Not even two minutes later, Christopher is sitting on a chair in the kitchen, mouth open, while Eddie shines a little light to illuminate its dark interior. The gums around his back molars on all sides are red and inflamed. Angry. It soon becomes clear why. Eddie can see the beginnings of four impacted wisdom teeth trying to poke through, pressing up against his gums and his other molars. 

“Oh, buddy,” Eddie sighs.

“What?” Chris asks, words muffled by the set of his extended jaw. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Your wisdom teeth are trying to come through,” Eddie says. He steps back from Chris and turns off the light. “But they’re impacted. Which just means they’re growing in against your other teeth and causing a lot of pain.”

“Oh,” Chris says. “What do I do?”

I, not we. Like he has to solve his problems himself now. He didn’t talk like that before this summer. 

“Well, you’ll probably need a surgery to remove them,” Eddie says. 

Christopher’s face twists with apprehension.

“It’s a little surgery,” Eddie assures him. “Nothing scary like you had in the past. Lots of people have to have it.”

Buck could probably rhyme off the exact percentage of people who need it.

To his surprise, Christopher starts to cry. His face goes even redder.

“Aren’t I too young for that?” He blubbers.”I-I don’t want it!”

“Hey, Chris, it’s okay,” Eddie says soothingly. He reaches out to lay a hand on his son’s shoulder. 

[tomorrowusa]

A Ukrainian teen who was moved by Russian authorities from Russian-occupied Ukraine to Russia last year was told he could get drafted into Putin's pathetic army after he turns 18.

After an international outcry, Bogdan may finally be returned to Ukraine.

A 17-year-old Ukrainian who was moved from Ukraine to Russia found out recently he was facing the prospect of being conscripted into the army fighting against the country of his birth. Bogdan Yermokhin, originally from the Ukrainian city of Mariupol, tried to return to Ukraine in March but was stopped by Russian border guards. He is soon due to turn 18 and was ordered to report to a Moscow region draft centre next month. But then his plight became public knowledge and after his lawyer appealed to President Volodymyr Zelensky for help, Russia appears to have had a change of heart. Russian's children's commissioner Maria Lvova-Belova announced on Friday that he would soon be taken abroad to meet his cousin, and Ukraine confirmed the plan. Bogdan Yermokhin was orphaned in 2014 and before Russia's invasion of Ukraine he lived with a foster family in the port city of Mariupol. The director of a technical college where he was studying became his legal guardian in 2021. In 2022, Mariupol was seized by Russian forces after one of the bloodiest battles of the war, and Bogdan ended up in Russia. It remains unclear how or why he was moved.

Russia has been illegally transporting Ukrainian kids from occupied territories since not long after Putin's invasion began. This is banned by international law.

[I]n March 2023, the International Criminal Court issued arrest warrants for Ms Lvova-Belova and President Vladimir Putin. The ICC said Russia's aim was "permanently removing these children from their own country." Bogdan Yermokhin was transferred first to the city of Donetsk in Russian-occupied Ukraine and later to a youth summer camp in the Moscow region with a group of 30 Ukrainian children, including one boy fostered by the children's rights commissioner herself. The teenager was eventually put in the care of a local foster family and given Russian documents. He entered a college in Russia to continue his studies and Ms Lvova-Belova also claimed that he worked in summer camp aiming to "integrate" teenagers from Russian-occupied Ukraine.

Russia is losing population and the standard of living outside a few of the larger cities is plummeting. Kidnapping kids from Ukraine is one of the few options the Putin dictatorship has to slow down population implosion.

Ms Rudnitskaya argued that he was not at risk of being sent to fight in Ukraine. "He is a student," she said, adding that "new recruits do not take part in the Special Military Operation" - using Russia's official term for its full-scale war. Maria Lvova-Belova agreed, accusing the media of "hype". Russian authorities have frequently insisted that new recruits are not sent to the front line, but the BBC has established on multiple occasions that this has in fact happened.

Yep, it's been documented that not all of the members of Putin's dismal army in Ukraine are exactly "volunteers".

In April 2023, Maria Lvova-Belova announced at a news conference that Bogdan Yermokhin had tried to return to Ukraine on his own. She said that Russian border guards had managed to stop him. "We caught him on the border with Belarus," she announced. "We managed to stop him at the last minute."

Of course. Why on earth would anybody want to remain in Russia?

After a lot of bad publicity, indicted war criminal Maria Lvova-Belova is attempting to revise the narrative on Bogdan.

In her latest remarks on social media on Friday, the children's commissioner was adamant that up until October he had wanted to stay in Russia, and that Russian authorities had done nothing against his will. "Now Bogdan's opinion on where he would like to live has changed and he plans to return to Ukraine." Before his earlier failed attempt to leave Russia in March, at least one other Ukrainian teenager from Mariupol placed in a Russian foster family succeeded in returning to Ukraine. Ukraine's human rights ombudsman, Dmitry Lubinets, said the boy, who he named Serhiy, had sought help online from Ukrainian chat bots in December 2022. Bogdan Yermokhin was also active on social media, but he stopped posting under his name in March, at around the time of his attempt to leave Russia. [ ... ]

Bogdan's Russian foster family and his former Ukrainian guardians have confirmed to the BBC that Russian authorities now consider him a Russian citizen, so he would have been obliged to serve in the army under Russian law. But under international law issuing documents in occupied territories is illegal and Ukraine condemns the practice. This became one of the grounds for the ICC's arrest warrant for Maria Lvova-Belova. As far as Ukraine and the rest of the international community is concerned, Bogdan Yermokhin remains a Ukrainian citizen, and the Russian military summons is illegal. The Russian children's commissioner denies authorities have engaged in any illegal activity and Moscow rejected claims it impedes the return of minors to Ukraine. However, its authorities insist only mothers or other close relatives can make their way to Russia in person to take their children back to Ukraine.

Hopefully Bogdan will be back home in Ukraine before long where he can recover from his ordeal in Russia.

[lollipencil]

In The Pale Moonlight: What If...Reevesverse?

This idea just randomly grabbed me and started screaming until I wrote it down. So, @harleyification, let's see what the Moon Son AU looks like in the Reevesverse (and also if I can even replicate that style).

This took so much longer than I thought it would.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

The floodwater had finally receded, washing away the horror of that night and of Vengeance. Batman looked at the cops milling about the scene, before turning back to the object embedded in the wall.

It was not the first. Reports of brozen crescent blades had started shortly after the flood, but they all seemed to vanish one way or another at sunrise. Even in front of other's eyes. But the way this one was placed suggested something different than the others. The owner wanted Batman to see it.

Jim Gordon shuffled up, breath caught in his throat. "Please tell me this ain't another guy looking for friendship," he remarked as Batman untied the note that had been attached to the blade. "Gotham Museum of Art. Gods of Egypt exhibition. Don't keep my friend waiting," The note read, with a string of hieroglyphs acting as a signature. "You're going to go there," Jim sighed as he himself read it. "I have to," Batman confirmed, "See if they can translate the hieroglyphs." Handing off the note, Batman melted into the shadows.

---

Naturally, The Gotham Museum of Art was silent when he entered. When Batman entered the exhibition, his eyes made sure to glance at each piece as he went by. While not authentic, the purpose of the exhibition was to teach and inspire, something Gotham needed after the flood.

A white light drew Batman's attention away. A figure stood before an image at the end, short and dressed in a white suit, tie and waistcoat which appeared to be emitting the light. A small bowl sat at his feet, inside was a single croissant. Batman paused. Wind suddenly seemed blow through the room, the figure's head turning to follow it's direction. "Oh, hello mate," the figure greeted with a chirp, "I was hoping you'd be along soon."

Between his frame and voice, Batman knew he was looking at either a preteen or someone who just crossed that line, "Hello. I was told to meet you here by your...friend." "Yep, just a quick chat about things, and we'll be out of your hair."

British accent, sounded slightly fake but somehow Batman could tell it wasn't put on. "'Things'?" "Yep," the kid nodded, "Hashing out details, that sort of thing. After all, this was your city first, innit?" Batman tilted his head. "Well, simply put. You're doing a cracking job with the criminals, recent events not withstanding. However, you have no experience with, let's say, a werewolf. Or ghosts, or someone with a magical artifact on hand. The point is, you have a slight gap, and we are here to fill it."

Batman blinked. "You and your friend?" he asked. "Yeah, well, there is another. You'll likely see him too," the boy reached down and picked up the bowl, "Either way, don't worry. Any weird stuff happens, we'll handle it." The lower portion of the mask unravelled by itself to reveal a youthful mouth smiling up at him, "Not that we won't help if we see anything else. We'll be in touch." And with that, he walked off, taking a bite out of the croissant as he went.

Watching, Batman left soon after himself, but not before glancing at the painting the boy had stood at, making sure to include the name of the god depicted: Khonshu.

---

Gordon was waiting with an envelope in hand the next time the signal was lit. "Got a translation," he greeted, holding out the envelope. "'The Protecting Soldier of The Moon'?" Batman read off. "Looks like the new guy's got his theme down." "Guys," Batman looked up at Gordon, "Met his friend. He's young." At this, Gordon frowned and stepped closer: "How young?" "Early teens, short in height."

"Don't let him hear you call him that."

At this new voice, Gordon pulled out his gun and Batman one of his new "toys". "See that someone's been copying us," the short, white clocked figure standing shadowed by the nearby pillar. Instantly, the "toy" and the gun were put away. "Geez kid," Gordon borderline wheezed, "How'd you get up here?" "Flew."

Gordon half-grinned awkwardly at this statement. "You want us to call you that?" he indicated with his head at the translated letter. Even covered in bandages, those glowing eyes still allowed Batman to see his slight cringe: "Kinda. 'Moon Knight' doesn't translate that smoothly, turns out." "What's your friends' names?" Batman asked. "That one you've met, he's been playing around with 'Mr Knight'," Moon Knight shrugged, "the other insists on also being Moon Knight. Call him what you wish." "Ok."

Silence echoed around the area. "That was all I had to say," Moon Knight stated softly to replace it. And he quickly turned and lept from the roof. Batman and Gordon instinctively surged forward, but Moon Knight's form was soon soaring over the rooftops with visible ease, cape fanned into a crescent.

---

Over the next two months, Batman regularly glimpsed "the triplets" as Gordon dubbed them. Only ever one at a time, but all with the same basic abilities. Aside from Mr Knight's inability to fly.

But something kept bugging him about them. It evaded him everytime he tries to identify it, but the core of it was unmistakeable.

Something just wasn't right.

It came to a culmination one cold night. From the start, Moon Knight seemed out of it. Thankfully not enough to affect his combat ability, but he was defiently sluggish. "Moon Knight?" Batman drew his attention after he'd nearly clipped the edge of a aerial. "I'm fine," he slowly stated, "I'm- Uh oh."

Instantly, Batman rushed to Moon Knight's side, but it happened. Thankfully, he'd managed to remove his mask beforehand. When he looked up, Batman didn't pay attention to his face: only the flushed skin and sweat-drenched hair clinging to it.

"Ohhh..." Moon Knight moaned in such utter misery, that Batman's hand instinctively brushed his curly locks away from his face. "The flu's been making the rounds," he noted outloud, "Where do you live?" "Why'd you wanna know?" Moon Knight's speech slightly slurred in delirium. "So I can get you there safely." Moon Knight frowned and opened his mouth to argue, when a gust of wind blew suddenly, almost sending him to the ground. "Alright," Moon Knight sighed, and sagged like a deflating balloon in Batman's arms.

Thankfully, he was coherent enough to give instructions. Even more thankfully, it was fairly close by. The inside was anything but something to be thankful about.

A mattress with multiple broken springs was the only piece of furniture in the whole flat, which clearly was not his and was marked as condemed due to flood damage. Black mold claimed most of the ceiling. Next to the "bed" was a ziplock bag holding three crackers.

Just standing in that flat made Batman feel ill.

"Where's your friends?" he asked in place of the many other questions swirling in his head. "They're here," Moon Knight forced out as he reached under the matress, and pulled out a shard of something shiny. "That's how I see them. Otherwise, they're here," a poorly co-ordinated finger taps the side of Moon Knight's head as he offered the mirror.

Staring at his own reflection, Batman tried to find the meaning in this statement. Looking back up, Moon Knight had clearly zoned out entirely. With slow and quiet movements, Batman crossed the room, sat on the matress next to him, and calmly waited.

For a minute, nothing. Then he twitched a finger. And something impossible happened.

In front of Batman's camera-covered eyes (and he would review the footage several times to make sure he'd not mistaken what he saw), Moon Knight's suit changed. Bandages seemed to rearrenge themselves, before fusing into a mesh and turning black. White armour plates lost their bronze details and grew crescent shaped additions, with the cape losing hieroglyphs as well. Until, finally, the other Moon Knight's suit had formed. "Que?" the voice was the same as the other Moon Knight's too, but it was coming from the first one, but-

Oh.

Batman quickly brushed the realisation aside. Not important at that moment. "Hey chum," he said soothingly, "you with me?" "With you?" Other Moon Knight echoed, blinking in his effort to focus, "Batman...?" "You can't stay here." "The hell we can't," Other Moon Knight doesn't even notice the plural and tries to stand. His knees objected quickly.

"This place is only going to make you sicker," Batman explained, "You need somewhere clean to recover." "Got nowhere else to go," Other Moon Knight admitted, tears beginning to glimmer in the corners of his eyes. "You can stay with me."

It came suddenly. Even Batman was shocked by it, but meant it all the same. As Other Moon Knight opened his mouth to object, the wind once again intervenes. But the window was closed. Batman stiffened, then Other Moon Knight leans into him, pressing a overheated cheek into wind-cooled armour. "OK."

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August 10th - Emergency custody went through with suprising speed. Would have investigated for potential corruption if not for a comment Gordon gave last night. Given my lack of juridiction with the Chicago Police, I'll likely never know what was said behind closed doors. A tells me to "accept this blessing for what it is". Given the lack of other viable options, I suppose I can let sleeping dogs lie. Just this once.

The boys appear to be settling in ok. Still tired from their illness, but recovering. A's meal plan is a hit. Gave Gordon an excuse as to why he won't be seeing the Moon Knights for a while, he seemed worried still.

I am unsure how to be a father. But, A won't let me fail. I know he won't. I will do whatever it takes to give them a good life, like he did for me.

And maybe, with their help, Batman can learn gentleness in turn.

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Here's a video of the subtitles I found on Twitter

CRIMINAL MINDS: EVOLUTION S17 SPOILERS IN THE LINK.

Yep, I’ve seen at least 4 completely different recordings that all show the exact same thing. Also, my friend @foxy-eva did confirm it (paid a whole €3 for it). I trust her. She wouldn’t lie.

Below I will post a very clear photo of the text that reveals who opens the door. The image includes a reflection on the computer screen, also from (yet another) Twitter. It’s definitely there.

It is, however, ONLY on the German version, English subtitles, on Amazon Prime. You won’t see it anywhere else. It was clearly a mistake.

Also, again, PLEASE BE DISCREET IF YOU REPLY. Don’t be a spoilsport.

We’ll see what happens… Gubler was asked by a fan very recently if he was returning and he “didn’t say no.” Erica Messer has also been dodging questions by saying it’s “not her promise to make.”

On Deuxmoi (a gossip column who accepts most anonymous posts), some time ago, someone entered the following UNVERIFIED information.

This could just be a fangirl. Gubler specifically has had several false reports on the page. But, I will note that, when talk of the reboot was happening last year, Gubler did visit Gibson.

I wish the showrunners would just be honest with us. This guessing is just frustrating.

But, oh well. I’ll be watching regardless 🤷🏻‍♀️

Filming begins in April, so we’ll see what happens.

I’m excited nonetheless!

I’m excited nonetheless!

[maniacwatchestheworld]

Two-Face ought to be a top Batman sexyman!

Of the candidates left in @batman-heritageposts' Batman Sexyman tournament, in my mind Two-Face is the best suited to be considered the best Batman sexyman, even though unlike Scarecrow, he does not even have an actual entry on Sexypedia! To prove my point, I have gone onto Sexypedia's trope list and taken the liberty of actually compiling a list of all the sexyman tropes that I believe can definitively apply to him. So for your viewing pleasure, the list:

Angst Tragic backstory. Lamenting the life he's lost as well as his own present existence. Two-Face is FULL of all kinds of angst! And given that he used to be besties with Bruce, he even makes Batman angst too!

Chaoslord Comes with the territory of his gimmicks. He is often noted as being Batman's most unpredictable villain because he lets a coin make all of the decisions for him! Even he can't predict what he's going to do next! Chaos vs order is a persistent theme with him.

Criminal Obviously.

Dealmaker More in a gambling way than in a supernatural 'deal with the devil' way. But he often makes promises and deals and will keep to them so long as the coin flips the right way. Also he used to be a lawyer. Kinda comes with the territory.

DILF He may not be a canonical parent right now, but boy does he have the vibes for it!

Distinctive Voice (Two-Face) While Harvey tends to talk in a pretty normal voice, Two-Face often talks in a growl. Depends on the iteration though.

Divorced We know for a fact that Harvey was married... And while in current canon his wife is supposed to be dead, in many canons it's often unclear whether she's dead, they split up for whatever reason through whatever methods, or whether they're still together. Because you know. Continuity! In any case, him being divorced from Gilda isn't an unpopular theory. A valid one, certainly given how he's caught up in a cycle of being at Arkham and on the streets as a criminal.

Dominating (Two-Face) Usually Two-Face, not Harvey so much, and through sheer force of personality. Big step on me vibes here!

Duality The basis of his entire character and gimmick!

Egotistical (Two-Face) Harvey tends to be a pretty humble guy. He certainly has a lot to brag about, being a legitimate legal genius and all, but he tends to keep it on the down-low. Two-Face on the other hand? He ABSOLUTELY thinks that he's hot shit and will brag about it, and will shoot at anyone who doesn't want to listen or disagrees with him!

Eye Imagery His whole asymmetrical deal leads to him having very... Interesting eyes... In many iterations he doesn't have an eyelid on the scarred side, making that eye look bulbous in comparison. Also the whole getting half of his face melted off thing led to his eye color changing in many iterations. So as a minimum, he's usually portrayed as having some form of heterochromia.

Gay/Questionable LGBT Rep The fact that this man who is Bi everything NOT being confirmed as interested in men should be considered a CRIME! Let Harvey make out with Bruce already!

Hot-headed (Two-Face) Harvey can usually keep his cool, but Two-Face is noted for being very hot-headed. When Harvey loses his temper, that's usually when Two-Face ends up fronting.

Intelligence (mostly Harvey) While Two-Face is certainly no idiot, Harvey is likely the smarter one by sheer virtue of he's an actual genius when it comes to matters involving the law. Law genius also translates pretty well to criminal genius, turns out. There was a reason that Harvey was District Attorney. He was just the best damn lawyer in all of Gotham and for good reason!

Knifemurderer Yep! Two-Face sure has murdered a whole lot of people! Two-Face is probably most well-known for deciding whether to kill people or not based off of a coin flip.

Magnificent Bastard In many iterations, fits this trope to a T.

Power of Love In his third ever appearance, he decided to stop being a criminal because Gilda still loved him despite his appearance. Since then, this is a theme that continues to pop up now and again with his character- that so long as people love Harvey, he can be saved.

Questionable Neurodivergent Rep Is explicitly shown to be plural and having OCD. The representation is often... Not so great... Though it does seem to be a thing that many writers are trying to improve on.

Scars Literally half of his entire face, and oftenhis body will be scarred up too! It's where he gets his moniker of "Two-Face" and is therefore deeply tied to his character and gimmicks.

Tall Usually.

Twisted Freaking Cycle Path Yep! Usually with DID.

Unkempt (Two-Face) Harvey usually keeps pretty tidy, but sometimes Two-Face will be unkempt on his side of the body.

Villain Obviously.

Morally Grey Obviously, again. Also this is like his entire deal!

Well-Dressed/Suitguy He's practically THE suitguy of the Batman rogues gallery! With snazzy two-tones suits that are split down the middle too! Definitely among the best dressed of the rogues.

White Hair Often his disfigured side will have messy white hair, if he has hair on that side at all.

Meanwhile, how many sexyman tropes apply to Dick Grayson? I'll be honest, I know nothing about the Talon iteration of Dick Grayson and therefore more of the sexyman tropes likely apply to him than your bog standard Dick Grayson... BUT IS IT 27 TROPES!!!??? Even Scarecrow doesn't have 27 tropes attributed to him on his sexyman page! And I didn't even include the more subjective tropes the require a fair bit of popularity like Johnlocked, Controversial, or Fanon Splintering!

Do the right thing and prove that Two-Face is the best Batman sexyman!

Vote Harvey "Two-Face" Dent for Batman sexyman!

[marunalu]

In chapter 403 AFO tells All Might that he will pay for passing his dreams on to children and the strange thing is that his anger with All Might for pass his dream to children doesn't fit with AFO's dream of being Demon Lord so he must have a very personal reason to say that to All Might because no Demon Lord would care about children and AFO could have complained about the loss of his criminal empire but he only complains that All Might has inspired children to be heroes like him.

Yep instead of ranting how all might destroyed his criminal empire, blowing his head off and beating him again in kamino live on tv, he mentions NOTHING of that and instead is pissed about all might passing down his dreams on children. It sounds as if he is angry that all might puts children in harms way with his "unrealistic and dangerous" dreams and encourages them to become heroes, just like 2th and 3th encouraged yoichi to rebell against his brother even more which resultet in his death, but yoichi wasnt a child anymore. Afo is talking and angry about all might putting children in harms way and that doesnt make any sense, because afo doesnt care about children AT ALL!

Look what he did to little tomura, what he planned to do with touya and all the children in the orphanage as back up vessels if something happend to tomura, what was done to little tsubasa and hori confirmed will be fully revealed later in the story. Afo gives a fuck about children, so why is he pissed that all mights dreams put children in danger? He didnt say "because of you passing down your stupid dreams on children, more and more of them become heroes and get on my nerves just like you", he simply stated "I will make you regret passing down your dreams on children."

And it reminds me of what he told all might in kamino "while I killed your mentor, you took something away from me too. Thats why I want you to die in the most pathetic way possible." All might "stole" something from him, but he already told spinner that all might destroying his criminal empire was only A SMALL LOSE to him! So thats NOT what all might took from him. He mentioned nana, a person all might LOVED, so it makes sense if afo also talkes about a person that is important to him. But WHO is it? It isnt yoichi, since he died long before all might was even born and all might didnt steal ofa from afo!

And what do we know about our protagonist? That he wanted to become a hero since an early age after he watched all mights debut video, because all might "passed his dreams on to him" with his heroics. A child that is declared quirkless suspicious not long afterwards, by no one else but afos own doctor and most trusted follower, dr. Garaki.

A protagonist whos father is suspicious out of the picture for a long enough time that our protagonist NEVER mentions or even thinks about him. A father, we were told by the author himself, will play a bigger part in the story before the manga ends (and we are in the end fights).

And afo being angry about all might passing down his dreams also makes me think about that one scene in vigilantes when we see afo in his lair in which he keeps TOYS FOR TODDLERS (they dont belong to tomura, because he is already to old for them)! After he is told that all might again interfered with his plans, afo gets angry and says "HIM! Him, him him! The only constant thorn in my side." And if he doesnt sound here like someone who has to hear on a daily basis how awsome all might is and was just reminded of that again, I dont know!

[pretty-blkgirl]

Vengeance

//Detective!gnReader//Criminal!Skz//Explicit Language//Triggering themes- such as mentions of murder, su!c!de, torture, overall violence, angst//

PLEASE INFORM ME IF IM MISSING ANY TRIGGER WARNINGS

PART THREE OF THREE

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“Favorite color?” You ask, wondering why the men sitting around you were asking such boring questions. Before this, they asked your favorite food and then favorite holiday.

“Yeah” Han smiled, “Mines is Orange”

“I’m more of a green guy myself” Jeongin grinned, “And you, y/n?”

“Purple” you answer with a slight shrug. Lee Know was watching you intensely, making you squirm under his gaze.

“Our Seungmin loves purple” Hyunjin said with an odd looking smile. You nodded and turned back to Chan, waiting for the next question.

“Question number four, do you have any siblings?” He asks. This made your heart drop, as Cecilia was your only sibling. And then you remembered how you were seated with the very men that killed her- then you got angry all over again.

But you couldn’t show it, no. You have to play it cool.

“I have one brother. His name is Caleb”

“Really? Is he older or younger?” Jeongin asked

“Older. By three years”

“That’s cool” Han nodded, “I have an older brother too. It’s just us two, no sisters”

“I have sisters” Felix giggled, “And then these guys are my brothers. I have no biological ones”

“I wish I had a sister” Hyunjin sighs long and dramatically. His eyes scanned the people around him before they landed on you, “I’m the only child but, these guys are like my brothers so I’m not missing out on anything”

“Same” Lee Know agrees. This was the first time he spoke since the game started, “I’m the only child too. I was lonely until I found them”

“Oh” You nod, already knowing of everyone’s family situation. You read it in their files. You can list off each of their parents names if asked of you.

“How did you guys meet?” You question. Your plan was simple, try to seem as oblivious as possible. Even play dumb if you have to. Gain their trust, get close to them, take your revenge. Easy as that. Though, you can’t harm them- all you can do is gather enough evidence to get them arrested.

Take pictures, record conversations- you’re gonna do everything to get justice for Cecilia.

You have to play your cards right, doing anything wrong can land you out of a job or worse- meeting the same fate your sister did.

You just wish you had the authorities on your side, your boss doesn’t even know you’re working this case. He told you to stay out of it- realize your sister killed herself and get over it.

But it’s fine, you can do it on your own. Just stick to the plan.

No wrong moves, no slip ups.

“It’s a funny story actually” Felix smiles, “Chan and I both lived in Australia- both in Sydney! But we never met until we came here. Right Channie?”

“That’s right” The elder confirms, “I moved here over ten years ago, seeking a music career. I stayed with my uncle, and he was able to get me an internship at an entertainment company. I met Han there”

“Yep” Han says, “Channie hyung and I met first. He was so scary initially, wore all black and a baseball cap that covered his eyes. I thought he was so cool.”

Chan laughs fondly, making you crack a small smile.

Han continues, “My father worked at the label, and even owned a studio there. So I was there all the time. When Chan started working there, I begged my dad for a job. He was able to find me one and then Chan and I became best friends”

“Just like that?” You ask

“Just like that. It was hard to not become friends, we were together all the time”

“More like you followed me around and I just gave in” Chan jokes, “But yeah. After that, Hyunjinnie, Innie, and Binnie showed up. Not at the same time but days after each other.”

Changbin smiled, “We were there as trainees. We all kinda gravitated towards one another, and then we met Han and he introduced us to Chan”

“Then I came into the mix” Felix interjects, “I was a trainee too. I met Channie first though, he was in Han’s dad’s studio making a beat. The door was cracked and I heard it, went to investigate and the rest was history”

“Me and Seungminnie were the last to arrive. I was a professional dancer at that point but I felt like I could still improve. The company had some dance classes so I went there.” Lee Know says

“And I came for the singing classes.” Seungmin shrugs

“Wow” You sigh, “So it was fate, kinda?”

“Oh definitely” Chan agrees, “And we still do music. Han, me, and Binnie are a producers and writers now. We’re doing pretty well for ourselves”

“I write and provide backup vocals for artists” Seungmin smiles proudly, “Innie does the same, he’s co-written with me before. We’ve both gotten awards for our writing”

“Hyunjin, Lee Know, and I dance professionally. We hold dance classes and have choreographed for some pretty big names.” Felix brags

You’re pretty sure you looked like a dear caught in head lights by now. They’re…..successful business men? Like, outside of the criminal activity? You read their files cover to cover and you saw nothing about that.

“R-Really?” You ask, trying to mask your combined confusion and shock.

“Yeah” Han says proudly, “But no one knows it’s us though”

“They know the producers, 3RACHA, the dancers, danceracha, and the singers, vocalracha” Hyunjin says lowly, dropping the sweet smile he had.

“Everyone we work with has to sign an NDA. They can’t address us by our real names- can’t tell anyone they’ve worked with us.” Changbin explains

“Wait” You say, holding a finger to the group, “Seungmin just said he won awards for his writing? How can he-”

“Vocalracha won the awards. We weren’t at the award show. We took no pictures, did no interviews. We were at home watching along with everyone else, then got the award in the mail. Simple as that” Jeongin shrugs

“…Okay?” You say, still utterly confused.

“Don’t think too hard about this y/n.” Felix says in a comforting tone, “We always had a passion for music. It never left, not even when we started our other business”

“Other business?” You question

“Yeah. You know, the illegal stuff” The freckled faced man had such a big smile on his face. He looked so sweet, so safe. That made you shutter.

“Lixie! We haven’t even finished our game yet!” Jeongin scolds, “But oh well. Let’s just skip to the last two questions”

He looks you dead in the eye, not even blinking as he begins to speak in a low tone

“The second to last question; how’d you know my name if I never gave it to you?”

Your heart dropped. What? What was he talking about?

Surely you asked for his name, you couldn’t have been dumb enough to not ask for his name.

“What do you mean?” Your palms were sweaty now, your lip quivering slightly, “You told me at the bar”

“No I didn’t silly, but somehow, you knew it. You told the boys that Jeongin and you met at the bar, right?”

You nod

“I didn’t know your name, and you WERENT supposed to know mine” He shakes his head, “Come on sweetheart. You had one job; make us trust you- fool me, you know I’m the easiest target.”

“Wanted to play dumb, acted like you had no idea who we were, Baby, there and fucking signs around that warn you of us. And your plan was to play dumb?” Lee Know chimes in, laughing hardly.

“If you were smart, you would have somehow gotten Innie’s attention, played scared, make him reassure you that he doesn’t hurt innocent people, tell him you like what he does for the community, would have gained a little trust”

“Not gonna lie, you probably would have gotten me if you went that route” The youngest shrugs, “But we know you who you are. Had eyes on you y/n. Ever since what happened with Cecilia”

Your eye twitches at the sound of your sister’s name leaving his mouth. So they know why you’re here, how long have they known?

Eyes on you? Did they know you were eventually gonna come here for vengeance?

“Poor girl. Came here for revenge, ignored all the warnings to stay away from us. Somehow found Hannie at a club- asked us to do a job for her. Promised us $50,000 and international connections because her sibling was a detective.” Chan sighs, “Needless to say, she couldn’t pay us. But we pitied her, told her to give us $5,000 instead. She fled before she could pay us, then tried to tell on us”

“I still wonder why she did that? Honestly all she had us do was torture an ex boyfriend of hers. I wouldn’t have even minded if she gave us $1,000.”

“I wouldn’t have cared about the money if she just kept her mouth shut. Dude seemed like a jackass anyways. Cheats on your sister then leaves the country with a woman twice his age and twice as rich.”

“But it’s the principle of the thing” Changbin says, “And besides. She was no angel”

“My sister was a saint” You spat, “Never done anything wrong”

“Oh yeah? So she didn’t steal $20,000 from you last year?” Hyunjin asks, “And she didn’t rob two elderly women to get money for drugs? And she didn’t mortgage your mother’s house…and she didn’t sell the last possessions you had of your father?”

“And that was just last year!” Han laughs, “Your sister did that and worse! Face it y/n, she was a bad person. Stop pretending like she wasn’t”

“She just got involved with the wrong people. That’s all! She was precious, s-she was-”

“Willing to get you killed if that meant she could survive” Felix finishes, “The last thing she said before she died; ‘Take my sibling, y/n, they have money. I can get it for you. Kill them, let me live. They throw people like you in jail’”

You could almost hear your world crashing around you. Time felt like it stopped.

They were lying, had to be.

Not your little sister, your sweet little sister.

Sure she’s done some bad things before but that wasn’t her fault! She was going through a lot.

“That’s a lie”

“When she told us that…” Jeongin continues, “We looked into you. You’re not a quitter, are you? Known to do everything in your power to catch the bad guys! So good at your job”

“So we knew you’d do everything you could to find us. And we’re glad you did. Because we have a proposal”

Felix smiles and inches closer to you, again giving off such a warm and safe feeling.

“We want you to work with us. We could use someone like you on our team. You’re good at figuring stuff out, finding the people you need to find. Plus, we’d have some international connections”

….You couldn’t believe your fucking ears. They want you to work with them? The people that killed your sister? Be a criminal?

“Please” You scoff, “I’d never help the people that killed my sister”

“Your sister was ready to have you killed. Really, stop making excuses for her. We don’t kill innocent people. If they don’t deserve to die, they don’t die”

“Not even if they’re in debt to us, we’re not as merciless as people make us out to be”

“Why do you think we’re loved so much by the community?”

You stayed quiet, trying to wrap your head around everything that was happening. You were so zoned out that you didn’t realize Chan had walked up to you. He looked so….sympathetic. So ready to help. Looking at you as if you were a wounded animal.

“Last question” He whispers, “Do you accept our offer?”

How could you? They could be lying for all you know.

Maybe your sister wasn’t as good of a person, but she couldn’t have offered your life in exchange for hers- right?

But, this wouldn’t be the first time she’s done you wrong.

She wasn’t the best sister…or daughter. Caused your parents so much hurt. Hurt them so bad that it put your father in an early grave, made your mother move across the country to escape her.

Almost got you evicted, stole your car, almost got you fired a couple times.

Wow…

She did it, didn’t she?

That bitch almost got you killed.

Your sister, the person you dedicated your life to helping get back on her feet. The person you cried and screamed over. The person you vowed to avenge.

How could you be so….stupid?

“Well?” Jeongin asks, “Your answer?”

You sighed, feeling the tears dry up on your face, “What do I get out of this?”

“We’ll pay you handsomely. A house and a car here, 24 hour protection in Korea and back where you live. Your mother’s mortgage paid off, and other things can be arranged if you want as well.” Chan reveals, “We just ask that you give us any information we need, carry out any tasks we give, and please- for the love of God- don’t screw us over”

You stayed quiet for a while, going through your options.

Well, you only had two; say yes or die.

What more did you have to lose?

“Okay. I’ll join you”

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Hi! So that was the end of Vengeance!

Honestly not so happy with this story, I feel like I could have done a lot better but I think it was pretty okay for my first story on this app.

Please give me any feedback you have and as always, requests are open <3

[afrenchwriter]

For His Eyes Only (ch.9)

[...] Pushing this gloomy thought away, Crowley popped a gum into his mouth and chewed on it as he followed Leslie to the prison’s visiting room.

The man in his late fifties who was waiting for him there, straight as a ramrod by the small table in the centre of the room, was not the kind of person Crowley had expected at all. What he had expected had been another stupid journalist, desperate to get one more scoop from him. But this man didn’t look like a journalist. Sure, he had a scruffy look and an ill-fitted suit; but he also had a surprising air of confidence and authority, that spoke of another profession entirely.

Crowley’s suspicion was confirmed when the man inspected him from head to toe and then barked: “Sit down, laddie.”

Yep, definitely military. And Scottish, at that.

[...]

The man scrutinized his face again, before he replied: “I’m here because I want to recruit you.”

Crowley snorted. “Look, mate, I don’t know how you’ve managed to enter here, and which fucked up organisation you belong to exactly, but I’m not interested in working with criminals anymore.” He gestured around them. “As I’m sure it’s written in your neat little folder, this is precisely why I’m here, and, believe it or not, I’d rather be somewhere else.”

“How about working against criminals?”

It was Crowley’s turn to narrow his eyes. "Oh, really? And who the fuck are you, exactly?”

The man sat even more upright in his chair and raised his chin. “I’m Vice Admiral Shadwell,” he said. “Head of MI6.”

Crowley froze. Then, very slowly, he pulled his feet off the table, sat down properly, and stared at the man in front of him.

And then, he burst out laughing.

“No, but seriously, mate,” he eventually managed to ask, “who are you?”

The man hadn’t moved an inch, his hands still resting over the folder. “I’ve just told you who I am, laddie, and I don’t like repeating myself.” [...]

In the new chapter of For His Eyes Only, I give you the staple of any spy fiction: the recruitment scene!

[crazy56u]

Guess who has two thumbs and was effectively tricked into agreeing to work on his day off tonight?

Also, why the fuck is the title "Closure Encounters", I thought it was a typo at first...

No saga sell, we enter The X-Files and die like men, lets go.

"I'll go take a look", says the man about to be abducted by aliens...

Okay, legitimately, were those children real?

And why were there lawn gnomes?

Okay, given how "Star Light, Star Bright" actually did confirm aliens existed in the world of Quantum Leap, it's going to be interesting if this episode honors that.

"Look, maybe we can deal with the potential alien shit first, the relationship shit later?"

"Ziggy still doesn't know why you're here." Ziggy still doesn't know how to talk, Addison.

Project Sign flopped so Project Blue Book couldn't, checkmate, atheists.

Calling it: the police forced Carrie to take the blame.

And the car radio is being a real piece of shit right now.

"Pretty much remember everyone now." Meanwhile back at the Project, Tom starts to sweat and he doesn't know why.

"Can you take me through what happened?" "There was a car crash, and I wound up here." "Not what I meant."

They crossed into the Twilight Zone.

RULE OF THUMB: You cannot outrun a UFO, hitting the gas will only fuck you over.

My guess is that Melanie fell and hit her head, causing her coma.

"Like it or not, this is a criminal manner." "And I'm the criminal." Everyone's batting 1000 today.

Okay, calling it: the government is trying to cover up the UFO, so they moved the coma girl back into the car.

...or Russell Hunt did the coverup, honestly, either is likely at this stage. Not a good first impression.

"Say what you want, the law is on his side. Now if you excuse me, I have to be his lapdog."

"Okay, nine minutes of leap, one minute of Project, now you can't complain about us taking a break!"

I love the implication that it took Ben roughly eight hours to find a reflective surface.

"Could she really go to jail?" "Look, I don't wanna think about that right now, can I please just have a coffee?"

The atom bomb and yo-yos: Two horrors born out of World War II.

In this family, if you are a male, you either become the Sheriff, or you die. It's the 1940s, those are the rules.

So, is this a car chase scene, or...

Oh, how I so wish he just decided to floor it and play chicken- Okay, shut me the fuck up, then...

MORAL OF THE STORY: The sheriff has more stones than a random fuck with a hat.

"You're the one who called Project Sign." Honestly, did not expect that plot twist.

Addison, no need to state the obvious.

Okay, that's how you know the Sheriff is cool: He tampers with the crime scene to protect his granddaughter.

"I don't see why anyone would go out of their way to brush over their tracks." Yep, it's a coverup.

"Ben, I need to talk to you-" "Addison, if you are about to tell me there's no aliens, and Carrie is guilty, I am going to scream."

"Hey, this girl's in a coma, what do we do about it?" "Eh, just hang a cross over her head, it's the 1940s, that's good enough medical care."

"But it sounds so crazy..." "Honey, you're talking to a time traveler from 2022, possessing a man from the 1940s, investigating aliens."

My personal rule of thumb rears its head: Green is evil.

Ah, yes, that's smart, get Indiana Jones to help you beat up Agent Mulder in the middle of the street.

And now the Sheriff is packing.

So, basically, because Carrie crashed her car into Hunt's backyard, he has a fucking vendetta.

I will fucking laugh if Ben actually sees a UFO for real before he leaps out, and the Project is made to look like dummies.

"Addison, your ex-fiance is getting reckless, tell him to calm the fuck down." "Magic, I flushed my ring three years ago, I will do no such thing."

Calling it now, Hunt is in the middle of burning his helicopter in the middle of nowhere.

And back to the blue dimension.

"Grief is a strange thing." Well, according to Queen Elizabeth, and a shithead fanfic, grief is also the price we pay. [I will not be explaining the context to that latter bit.]

And the Imaging Chamber conked out, that's how you know it's aliens.

Also, soft confirmation that Janis isn't coming back for Season 2.

"SHIT, I ALWAYS WANTED TO SHOOT A UFO/HELICOPTER!"

And the cameraman snaps and mauls Raymond Lee.

[I don't know which is worse: The fact that Glade Pods had that guy make time stop by making love to his blanket, or the fact his name was Steve.]

And Ben wakes up either in the sheriff's house, or a fancy ass hotel.

Translation: Ben is openly suppressing his emotional problems.

Okay, so, did the cameraman inject Ben and Melanie with evil?

But when was the military ever exotic, Ben?

"You said you didn't believe in UFOs." "Well, I'm an open-minded man, and I hate Hunt more."

Okay, Ian, could you bottom-line what that drug was, I know you said Ben was right, but you just said gibberish to me.

Oh shit, a triangle.

Why does this 1940s neighborhood look like the 1980s?

And the sheriff is about to pull a Thelma and Louise.

"Ben, if the sheriff leaves, Hunt's going to send him to jail." "Yeah, I got that."

Is Ben going to get shot by the sheriff in broad daylight?

"Ben, you can't just walk into a military base, Ben why are you ignoring me?!"

"Look, I got a syringe of adrenaline, I'll be fine!"

Meanwhile, back at the Project, it's pointed out that Ben's plan is stupid.

This is the closest Ian has ever gotten to being in Independence Day.

And Ben chooses then and there to flip the fuck out over his relationship shit, like a sane man.

[Switching to WordPad.]

And Ben gets attacked by the Splinter Cell guy, and wakes up in Area 52, that's how you know this episode is sane.

Meanwhile, in MASH.

"DUMP THE BODY AND FLEE, MEN!"

"BEN, WAKE UP, YOU'RE SHIRTLESS!"

"Okay, we're in luck, my ghost was able to see everything, we have proof now!" "Son, did they fucking drug you with the hard shit this time?!"

And the climax takes place in an empty field.

Why does the Man in Black look like Kevin Costner?

This was the same mine they faked the Roswell Incident in.

Gamma blue 5, coincidentally enough, would later go on to be used in the invention of Monster Energy.

You know it's a good ending if the heroes are about to blackmail a new car out of the government.

"I don't know how best to thank you." "Just keep living your life, I guess, I dunno, the episode's almost over."

"Okay, I just trimmed my bonsai tree, now the migraine's kicking in."

Addison, he was just unconscious, it's not like they stabbed him in the jugular.

"Look, maybe I should just leave the show-" "Yeah, that ain't happening."

Is Tom the Poochie now? They basically just did a Poochie.

And while Magic talks to Phone Guy, Ben still hasn't leapt yet.

"All's well that ends well." There's three minutes left, Ben.

Annnnnnnnnd I am instantly suspicious of the waitress.

[Okay, am I wrong, or did it only get established it was 1949 right then and there?]

"Bye, Hannah." "Wait, no, Red vs. Blue taught me saying goodbye is bad!"

And Ben wakes up on the set of a heist movie.

[Next time on Quantum Leap: Ben discovers the horrors of Hollywood. On a completely unrelated note, the SAG-AFTRA strike is still ongoing.]

Truly, that was a closure encounter.

[wench-and-jezebel]

NCIS Reaction: Marine Down

Wench (@scripted-downfall) reacts [with (maybe) occasional asides by Jezebel (@typicalopposite)]: a transcript from a voice call

[Is always a dead person.  Like, it’s never an inside job, never stealing, nothing.  Just death]

Well, this is new… we don’t usually start out with a wake

[It’s Jim!]  Well, that was weird  [He’s not dead]  Also, we also don’t usually start out with the person being not-dead… Also, so much for “always a dead person,” I guess

Tonyyy

Always confuses me why they have lab techs have gun training

[Is McGee here!?! 💕]

I mean, the cutout losing an ear isn't the end of the world… At least she's alive and not killed by the hostage-taker!  [Noooo M3GAN ptsd!]  We have to react to thattttt

[Damn not the phone going on the target]  Love that Kate cared about her PDA but Tony cared more about the hat alskjdf  [He’d have took my phone and I would have quit]  We would both pass away if your phone died

I do appreciate the threat to the boat, though it’d be kinda sad to lose it :(

He gave Abby the hat!  [Abbbyyyyy]

"Computers can sense fear"  [I love Abby]

Gunpowder perfume seems awesome

Tony has Post-It notes everywhere… Even on his lamp

Wait, surely McGee's gotta come in: Abby's got a new perfume (huh… that was half-joke but I wonder if they're still a "thing")

It's Jim's ghost and you're watching Supernatural  [Sam and Dean are gonna show up]  Bringing back the long-forgotten the priest outfits

That was a very unsympathetic "You have our sympathies,” Kate

Sealed caskets?  That's suspicious… Suspicious circs

Poor Tony, results redacted

[Poor Tony still looking sadly at the hat]  Noooooo

Tony's (listed in the system as) DEAD?!?!?!  I told you it was an SPN episode!  [☠️☠️☠️]

Wait, was the PDA shot?

[“Not everything is a conspiracy”  But it is Kate]

Why is Gibbs always making them move with absolutely no warning

THE PDA WAS SHOT  [Poor phone ☠️☠️☠️]

And at least Tony got a new hat :)

"We can’t release how they died because of the way they died"  WELL HOW'D THEY DIE THEN?!?!

Body language isn't thattttt accurate

[Quantico!  Criminal Minds crossover!] alksdjf

What is it with higher-ups always interrupting their employees?  Grissom in CSI does it too

What were those significant looks about???  (Serious question; that was not a very awe-inspiring reveal)

The layers of deception here though

I do appreciate that Gibbs and Tony tend to play off each other in terms of banter.  I mean, they clearly know each other's interrogative strategies

[Why are they talking “secretive” stuff just… in the middle of the office]

Also, I thought Gibbs had clearance for the documents???  That was a whole conversation topic?

Abby's love language seems to be caffeine-drink reception  [CafPow]  Ducky gave her one during the MMORPG one

Kate and Tony are leaving together; gonna go burn Gibbs’ boat now

That was abrupt, Kate

Imagine being good at art  [Shut up you are!]  Uh-uh  [Uh huh]

*artist jealousy intensifying*

[Tony is such a childdd!  Like, in a Dean way]

The drawings though alksjfd [Uh oh, she’s got Gibbs drawn like one of her French girls]

I hate the whole "I need x time" "nah, take y (less than x) time” trope

Snow is pretty  [Something we never get]  Noooo

Creepy photography  [He looks.. right at the camera… But doesn’t see the camera]

I like her turtleneck

Does Abby have a clown on her shirt?  [Probably]

Such a coherent message  [Yep total confirmation of him being alive]

"Hizzouse" was kinda obvious though, especially given context

Dude, the distortion though

Why do they even bother with the "I thought x, but was wrong" section of the debriefing?  [☠️☠️☠️]  They do it in every lab show

“We’ve got a dead man calling”  I'm surprised that wasn't the title…  What the hell does Marine Down even mean?

Why would you screw shut a coffin?  Unless you're in Supernatural.  Or the X Files.  [Very true]

"Calls from grave" was a Supernatural episode summary, I remember it

Poor Ducky has not been in this episode  [Well they never had a body]  I miss him :(

I love the mini drill

[BUM BUM BUM]  This.  This is an SPN/X Files episode

– – –

Wench: I'm.  Highly confused.  It feels like they keep saying something  and then backtracking.  And then going forward again.  And then backtracking.  It’s like the circles thing, but a plot point not just a line/speech

Jezebel: Yeah!  And, honestly, I can’t even remember this episode past the beginning when he calls her. So this all feels new to me too!

Wench: But for real, we haven’t actually had a plot because they just... "he dead" "he not dead" "he calling" "he not calling" "gibbs has access" "gibbs does not have access" "he dead" "oh wait he not dead" "he not calling" "oh wait he calling" "oh wait he dead"

Jezebel: Yeah it’s just dead guy called wife.  And it’s mysterious.

Wench: Because to the extent that there is a plot, it just kinda.. ouroboros's in on itself?  I don't know if I'm just missing stuff or if they're being unclear but what???  Like, they just said he looked alive?

Jezebel: I think they are confused

Wench: I will say... have you seen The Mummy?  Because this makes me think of a scene where they open a sarcophagus and the contents are still decomposing and the line is literally: “Why does he look so… juicy?” in this really memorable exchange… (We better react to that or else)  That is what's going through my head… EXCEPT THEY HAVEN'T SAID WHETHER HE'S DEAD

Jezebel: MYSTERIOUS

Wench: I will say that I haven't been especially annoyed by the characters.  Gibbs hasn't been his usual bitchy self

Jezebel: This is the Gibbs the writers intended him to be

Wench: Kate's been decent too, and I appreciated her interactions with Tony.  It kinda feels like they've that sibling energy they were talking about in the other episode, where they're bickering, but not nastily?

Jezebel: Yeah

Wench: Anyway, it kinda feels like the Dark Angels we've been watching where... nothing... happened.  

Jezebel: Right.  And they just kinda waffle back and forth, especially since they’re acting like something bad happened, but he looks all peaceful?  So it’s like… It looks like he's dead and has been dead, in the position of being dead, and not like he was just up and around and calling his wife.  So unless he decided to just go ahead and die, hands clasped over stomach, all we know is that something bad happened, except what if it didn’t

Wench: Right.  And we still don’t know, is it bad in the context of his work or not?

Jezebel: Yeah

Wench: All I’m saying is, this be a Max POV episode

– – –

“We screwed that up”  Screwed what up?  What exactly could have gone differently?????

[Why does the guy whose picture is on the wall under bin Laden’s look like Michael Myers?]

"Unless your calling plan include an afterlife" SPN-coded

"Married four times"  Has Gibbs really?  Dang, boi!

[Look at Tony fangirling over gibbs]

Why do they keep talking in jargonnnnn

DUCKYYYYYY  [Well… now he’s got a body]

Has he been embalmed or just consumed formaldehyde?

I told you Tony was a closet nerd!!!  WHAT DID I SAY?!!?!?

Tony, stop ogling the dead dude [☠️☠️☠️☠️]  Ya necrophiliac

I appreciate the recognition of the limits of autopsies and time-of-death estimations

The chuckle though

[This still doesn’t explain… HOW HE called the wifeeee]

THEY SAID THE DUDES WERE POISONED WITH FORMALDEHYDE; WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS????  [Because they have forgotten they said that]  alksdjflaksdfj

Gibbs and his time pressures  [Right?!]

Once again, the only appropriate explanation seems to be supernatural… (lower-case this time)  [Isssa ghost]

What's with the random map in the background?  [I think it’s just always running]  What a waste of energy!

AGAIN WITH THE TIME PRESSURES  [Gibbs: Chop chop]

OH NO THE PAPERWORK MIX-UP HAS A PURPOSE [Bum bum bummmmm is not Tony!]

Chickadee, you were not subtle about that turn though

[Blech]

Poor Ducky  [Just wait til you meet Jimmy]  Is that a good “wait” or a bad one?  [He’s basically bby ducky]  OH LOVELY  [Glasses and all]

Ducky, ya good?  That was a very abrupt motion  [The cringe tho]  BUDDY WHAT'S THE MATTER?!?!?  [Oh shit he was shaking]

"I think he knew something was up" NO SHIT YOU WEREN'T SUBTLE  [🤣🤣🤣]

Poor Tony, identity theft once again

Speaking of not subtle, this dude-

[I swear Tony always gets the short end of the stick]

WHERE DID THE GUN COME FROM?!? WHY IS THERE JUST RANDOM GUNFIRE?!?… Is this gonna be terrorists again!?!?

[Gibbs talking to himself now]

Woman, slow down with the numbers alskdfj

Um.  Tony.  Calmeth downeth the flirtingeth  [“But I look good”]

Tony being very concerned about Gibbs right there… very sweet  [He be like: boss you ok? 🥺🥺💕]

“How many agencies do you know that drive economy-class armoured cars?”  I'd wager most of them actually

Tony and Gibbs have Connections  [The way he looks at Kate like how can you NOT tell?]

"I have to get better at reading men"  Bitch, you can't read people because you're not empathetic.. it's not a sex/gender thing; it’s a you thing

DUCKY STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF; THANK YOU

Gibbs did not help

Oh come on not the dumb!Tony trope again [Ooooof]

ONCE AGAIN IF THIS IS NOT ABOUT HIM DRINKING THE FORMALDEHYDE I’MA LOSE IT

Can you read the newspaper you just pulled from the dude’s body?  [The newspaper in his neck made my eye twitch!]

TONY DOING THE TRANSLATION YESSSSS SMART TONY TRUTHERS ARE WINNING THIS EPISODEEEEE

aksdjflkasjf 

Can we get some straight answers one of these days?  Please?  [So much is happening but so little is happening, and it’s confusing]

Tony recognizing Gibbs is pissed and thus dialling up his own anger… Love it  [I got you bab- I mean boss]

I love her glovesssss

THEY ARE DIGGING UP A GRAVE IN A CEMETERY AT NIGHT.  ONCE AGAIN: THIS IS A SUPERNATURAL EPISODE!!!

Where's the salt?

"It's not like we couldn't do this during daylight"  *haunted Supernatural expression cast vaguely in Tony’s direction*  Bitch, you don't know the struggle

"You afraid of ghosts?"  How many times do I have to say it?  SUPERNATURAL

[He keeps looking at Kate like, “see he’s so upset”]

Oop-, Tony knowing how to use the technology is awesome

That was a very abrupt scene change

Kate, this is why they invented coffee!  [Kate needs a Caf-Pow]  Weaklings.  Imagine needing sleep!

ONCE AGAIN.  I’M BEGGING Y’ALL TO REMEMBER THE POISONINGS

[Long pause…. “Poison”]  lksadfjlsakdfjaldskfj WHAT IS WITH THE LONG PAUSES IN GENERAL THOUGH?  [Old people]  alksdjfaksldjf  [Gotta be dramatic]

Dude made off with the ransom money?  Rude

This conversation is so dramtically-paused for why

Dude, they're not backing off just because you say to.  That never works.  Ever.

SEE?!!?!?

[Ack]  Unsafe flying conditions right there

Poor Kate

TONY STILL HARPING ON THE JETSSSS; I’m loving it

"Sure"  That’s very convincing, Tony, bud

[Gibbs is asleep]  Have you seen Aliens?  If not... *whistles and adds it to the list*  [A long time ago]

Tony knowing Gibbs well again

[Ok that was adorable]  He has so much energy and for why  [‘Cause he’s petty af]

See, HE understands coffee

Weakling.  Just use the bag.  Privacy be overrated!  [Behind the boxes]  IN the boxes

[Awww she Boujie… Now Kate’s gonna be upset]

It is kinda dumb for him to just stick around

She just better not be bitchy about it

Whenever a character says "humour us,” you're in trouble

Y'ALL ONCE WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE POISONING?!!?  They stick in random details for no reason and then never touch them again.  Chekhov's gun just got unloaded and shipped off for scrap

[He a mordorerrrr]

It's so weird not seeing Weatherly in a wheelchair.  Honestly, I kinda forget they're the same actor.  Like, I can see it?  But they're really different in character/personality/acting.  [Which is crazy cause it’s only a few years difference]

This storyline is so confusing.  What exactly is even happening?  [I have no idea]

I might go read through the script before/during endpoint just to try and figure it out.  And I'm not sure it'll help; they just kinda... jump from idea to idea  [Good luck ☠️]

Tony taking off his cap to protect it from the gunfire alsdkfj

[btw I think they were oh this will be interesting for a plot]  Right… And I mean… it was interesting.  But only in the fever-dream kinda way.  It doesn’t really make sense.

This poor marine  

What is this dude's issue with Gibbs????

Oof  [Well damn]  Gibbs gonna feel real safe walking out after you just killed the last dude

"Just wanna talk" Y'all are talking now?!?

HOW ARE THERE ONLY THREE MINUTES LEFT IN THIS EPISODE!?  [☠️☠️🤣🤣☠️☠️]  HOW IS THIS POSSIBLY GONNA BE RESOLVED

Oop- return of the shooting range storyline!  I saw those significant looks between Tony and Gibbs. Only problem: Tony gonna shoot the marine's ear off  [Aghhh M3gan ptsd… again]

"I can't believe you trusted me"  He didn't

[Well damn]  That situation.  Did not need that level of force.  [Brutal]  Bruh, why did they both shoot?!?!?!  [In memory of the hat and phone]  WHY DID THEY BOTH SHOOT MULTIPLE TIMES? EACH!?!?!?  (Also, RIP hat and phone)

[Damn!  That’s wholesome!]

Good for these people, but I feel bad for the wife who didn't get her husband back and now has to watch the other reunion [☠️☠️☠️]

And now has to watch the other reunion

The kids are precioussssss

NO BUT THE GUY’S EAR *&(#*&!(&R*(!&$)!(*&#@$!()  I SAID IT!  I CALLED IT!  WHAT DID I SAYYYYY… I mean.  At least Tony's a consistent shot?

This chick again!  One of these days, we better figure out who she is!

Also, there's a random yellow ribbon around the tree and it's making me think of the song  [You don’t know what that means tho?  The yellow ribbon?]  I know the song...?  [No a yellow ribbon is for a lost loved one]  Oh, damn.  [🤣🤣]

– – – 

Wench: Dude, we never found out what was going on with the person taking the photographs???

Jezebel: Could it have been the guy at the end?  Who specifically wanted to speak to Gibbs?

Wench: I don't think so; wasn't he supposed to be in Colombia?  ALSO WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH THE CALLS?!?!

Jezebel: I don’t know 🤣🤣

Wench: Honestly, my first reaction is a quite solid wtf.  I have 0 clue what just happened. But at least it wasn't terrorists again?

Jezebel: Very much same 🤣🤣🤣

Wench: I wasn't cognizant of the fact that 45 minutes just passed.  In terms of what happened, I feel like that was an episode worth of inconsistency and plot holes.  Feels kinda harsh to say, but it's true

Jezebel: And they will never be filled ☠️🤣

Wench: I even looked at the wiki and just… wot?  Very thorough wiki, with no answers to be had.  (I honestly think the the thoroughness didn't help because it basically just recited the show, whereas I need some kind of broad summary to get what the hell was going on.)

Jezebel: Right

Wench: I did appreciate the characterization this time.  And am very glad that Ducky got a chance to be annoyed about the "boring" allegations.  

Jezebel: Yess

Wench: And calling out his assistant on the headphone thing

Jezebel: YESSSS

Wench: Especially because when I worked in a lab, they didn't let us put on headphones or play music or anything because we had to be able to hear if something went wrong.  And admittedly that was a chem lab, not a morgue where (hopefully) things aren't moving — you know, in an ideal situation 🙂 — but it thus strikes me as weird that he had headphones on

Jezebel: I didn’t really remember him, tbh.  I think most of the episodes I’m remembering are from s2, so I’m used to that version of Kate, and Tony, and Gibbs.  And that’s the season with Jimmy, I think.

Wench: And McGee isn't here as much as you seem to remember either

Jezebel: Right.  And I thought he was introduced as a side thing-

Wench: A one-shot character?

Jezebel: Yeah, and then he wasn’t in the episode after, but was in the one after that… And then he joined for good.  So this is… weird.

Wench: Yeah, I definitely hear that

Jezebel: I will say, Ziva joins for a long time, and I do like her and Tony… I mean, they’re the actual canon thing developing.  But she’s sometimes a bit… meh.  And not as interesting as the thing with Tony and McGee.

Wench: So what I'm hearing is... pros of multishipping?  I mean, ya know... Tony has two hands.  That just seems to be the solution to all of our problems

Jezebel: Right 🙂  There’s also a ship that comes out of Mcgee and Abby dating…

Wench: Well, that already started, right?  Or at their first date did

Jezebel: Yeah.  I start getting into ick with ships like Gibbs and Abby.  Because I don’t like that.

Wench: Oh, absolutely, that’s familial, not romantic.  Same with Gibbs and Tony, tbh.  Like, I can see joking about it, but it’s far more Tony hero-worshipping Gibbs than anything, and not more.  I don’t think I like it.

Jezebel: Right.  You can see how other people see it, right-

Wench: Yeah

Jezebel: But it’s like… It’s like shipping Dean and Jody.  It’s just weird

Wench: I don't like thatttttttttt

Jezebel: Anyway... if I can come up with anything to say for endpoint... Uh.  GOT IT.  Abby's gloves were great!  Honestly, highlight of the episode.  ‘Til next time!