#Agent Cammy White

[koflxix]

HERE COMES THE NEXT TEAM

“ I been listening to Cammy’s SF6 theme for an hour, help”- Zero The Mimikyu

TEAM AGENTS!

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Cammy White X Male Reader NSFW-A Nice Shower

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, Shower Sex, Asexual Writer, impregnation.

Anon On Ao3 requested: Cammy White/male reader: NSFW intimate shower after sparring

be warned, this is my second time writing true smut, so I ask you to temper your expectations.

NOW! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!!!

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“I think… that.. Is enough… for today.” Cammy panted out as she sat down next to you on the bench and laid her head on your shoulder.

“I… agree…” you muttered as your head fell to the side on top of Cammy’s.

“We need to shower…” Cammy groaned,

“Agreed…” you mumbled quietly.

A quiet silence passed between the two of you.

“Do you want to try shower sex when we get home?” Cammy asked, shocking you out of your stupor.

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“A-are you sure about this Cammy?” you asked as your nude lover dragged you into the shower.

“Yes. Now-” Cammy turned away to turn on the water “-Let’s get started. The body wash is behind you. I think I know what to do.”

You did indeed know what to do. 

Cammy, despite being a secret service agent, seemed to forget you share a private computer.

Cammy is also quite bad at covering up her search history.

If she even meant to cover it up in the first place.

But enough musing on that.

You squirted out a suitable amount of body wash for this event and set to work.

You started with Cammy’s back and shoulders, gently loosening the muscle. Following that you moved downwards, allowing yourself the indulgence of ghosting your fingers over Cammy’s heart shaped posterior before circling around to the front and running your soapy hands up and down her solid abs before rising up further to her chest where Cammy let out a quiet moan as your hands gently circled her breasts, the bodywash rapidly foaming up under your hands and adding to Cammy’s pleasure due to the sensation.

To show her appreciation of this, she began to slowly rub her bountiful and taut ass on your cock, forcing your mental control to slip and in turn, causing it to become rock hard almost instantaneously.

“Mmmh… glad to see you like the warm up so much, now let’s see-'' Cammy quickly removed her heavenly posterior, causing your dick to fall down and point straight at Cammy’s soaked thighs. This was all to Cammy’s plan who immediately pushed back, lodging your rock hard cock in what Cammy was proud to call her most dangerous asset in this type of encounter, Her thighs. “-How you enjoy the first exercise?”

Bolts of pure pleasure shot through your body as Cammy used her thighs to pleasure you, in turn your hands grabbed and groped the blonde bombshells breasts.

In response, Cammy let out a quiet hiss.

She was enjoying this more than she thought.

The burning hot water, the feel of her skin on yours, the way that both of you were slowly losing control.

She was starting to understand why shower sex was such a popular trope in those books.

It was, for lack of a better word, “Hot”.

However, before Cammy could move forward with this train of thought or her plan, she was turned around and pushed against the wall of the shower where her lips were captured and she felt something very hard push against her pussy.

Cammy had made you lose all sense of control.

She was proud of that.

Unfortunately, she was losing control as well.

She was human after all.

Then, the need for oxygen forced you two apart, much to the displeasure of both of you.

At that moment, the both of you had the same thing on your minds.

Or it would be more accurate, your bodies had one single thing that both of them wanted desperately, whatever your minds or rational thought said against it be damned.

The two of you wanted to breed.

To fuck.

To rail each other until you were both seeing stars.

Then, after that, to keep fucking like animals.

This was a mutual desire to completely and utterly ruin the other for anyone else.

And utterly ruin each other you did.

It was to be expected in a matter involving both love and lust.

Your shared love for the other.

Your shared lust to make the other completely theirs.

 Then finally, the wire snapped.

You attacked Cammy’s neck, nipping and biting and kissing up until her jaw, forcing a true moan from her lips.

Cammy grabbed your hand and made it run down her entire body while her other hand held your head close.

Her hand guided you from her beautiful face to her perfect breasts, down her stone hard abs, past her hips and onto her ass.

Cammy removed her hand from your own and grasped a different part of you tightly.

Your rock hard cock throbbed in her hand in beat with your heart beat.

Her pussy throbbed with the same rhythm.

You panted into her ear.

She panted into yours.

You both knew what came next.

You both knew you wanted it.

So then, you both took what you wanted.

Pleasure shot through both of you like lightning as Cammy’s boiling warmth swallowed you and your dick hit Cammy in just the right place.

Sounds of pure pleasure tore from the both of you.

There was no thought of taking it slow, not now.

The two of you tore each other apart.

Cammy clawed at your back, moaning loudly with every thrust and locking her legs behind you, ensuring you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.

You held Cammy tightly, your hand on her ass, another holding her thigh as you went wild.

Skin crashed against skin.

Pleasure multiplied pleasure.

The pressure of release invited more pleasure.

Then Cammy grabbed your head in her hands and forced her mouth onto yours.

Tongues danced and dueled to a frenzied and sensual beat, not trying to dominate, but to taste the other completely.

Then, neither of you could ignore it any longer.

The throbbing of your cock.

The unbearable heat in her stomach.

You both knew what was coming.

It wasn’t going to stop either of you.

The two of you would be doing this dance until neither of you could dance any more.

Cammy screamed into your mouth as her Orgasm tore through her.

You groaned back as you flooded the womb of your beautiful lover.

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The Dolls were running around the house you and Cammy share with a madcap and excited energy about them.

Even Decapre seemed pretty jazzed about the news despite her stone face hiding it.

Cammy herself might have been the most excited out of all of them though.

What is the cause for all of this commotion?

The answer: A positive test in Cammy’s excitedly shaking hand.

[2manykinks]

The List of Kinks

(Updated 4/15/23)

This Tumblr may be more or less defunct, but I realize I never actually introduced my entire list of kinks yet -- and I still have plans to give each one a post before I consider this Tumblr officially 100% "mission accomplished" -- but now you can pin posts. Seems like a good thing to pin.

So here are all the ones I've already introduced, plus a few more for good measure. I'll update this post as I get around to revealing my full catalog, finally. Orange are topics I don't think I've ever made an actual post specifically calling out, yet.

#1 - Bare Feet

#2 - Bare Soles

#3 - Light Soles on a Tanned Stud

#4 - Wetsuits

#5 - Smoothskin Wetsuits

#6 - Surfers

#7 - Bodyboarders

#8 - Dive Studs

#9 - Barefoot Celebrities

#10 - Guys Barefoot in Blue Jeans

#11 - Guys Barefoot in Rubber

#12 - Businessmen Barefoot / Wearing the Wrong Shoes

#13 - Martial Artists / Martial Arts Uniforms

#14 - Men Wearing Hakama

#15 - Judoka / BJJ Men

#16 - Aikidoka / Iaidoka

#17 - Men With Weapons / Holsters or Sheaths

#18 - Cowboys

#19 - Superheroes and Villains

#20 - Spies and Secret Agents

#21 - Military Men

#22 - Mounties and their Red Serge Uniforms

#23 - Redheads / Gingers

#24 - Dive Masks

#25 - Sucking Snorkels / Regulators

#26 - Rubber Gloves

#27 - Leather/Racing/Sports Gloves

#28 - Neoprene/Webbed/Dive Gloves

#29 - Boxing Gloves / MMA-style gloves

#30 - Men Wearing Tabi / Split-Toed Shoes

#31 - Men Wearing Flippers/Fins

#32 - Other footwear not listed (luge shoes, US Marine boots, Neoprene booties)

#33 - Men Wearing Sandals / Flip-Flops

#34 - Men wearing Tall Leather / Rubber Boots

#35 - Open-Heel Flippers

#36 - Gasmasks

#37 - [Redacted; removed from kink list.]

#38 - Neoprene

#39 - Rubber / Latex

#40 - Spandex / Lycra

#41 - Other Materials (Puffer Jackets / Silk / Nasty Pig or Slick It Up gear/ PVC or Vinyl)

#42 - Leather

#43 - Using your feet to dish out punishment

#44 - Non-nudity (but close) / #deshabille

#45 - Dominant Men

#46 - Men Saluting

#47 - Riding (Equestrian) Boots / Pants / Outfits

#48 - Unconscious / Sleepy / KO'd Men

#49 - The Forbidden Fetish ... (strictly fantasy)

#50 - Defeated / Helpless Men

#51 - Bound Men / Bondage

#52 - Wrestlers / Wrestling Singlets

#53 - Men in Pain

#54 - Ball busting / Groin Kicks

#55 - Humiliation

#56 - Assume the Position: Bicep Flex / Double Bicep Flex

#57 - Assume the Position: Kowtowed / Sprawled / Ass Up

#58 - Assume the Position: the "Ken Pose" / L-Sit

#59 - Other Hot Foot Positions: Sole Steeple, Crossed Ankles

#60 - Assume the Position: On Balls of Feet

#61 - Assume the Position: Chokes / Chokeholds

#62 - Breath Control / Glove or Hand Over Mouth (GOM/HOM)

#63 - Armbars / Armlocks

#64 - Headscissors / Triangles

#65 - Leg locks / Ankle Locks / Foot Pain

#66 - Dazed / Dizzied Men

#67 - Jobbers

#70 - Skinsuits / Luge Gear / Cycling Suits / Gymnast Gear

#73 - Swimming Gear (silicone swim caps or swimwear) / Swimmers

#74 - Chaps (any material)

#75 - Rubber Uniforms (any)

#76 - White Gloves (again, any but especially boxing or military or rubber)

#77 - Military Uniforms (other than camouflage gear)

#78 - Cammies

#81 - Capes / Superhero Capes

#83 - Yellow Rubber/Latex/Neoprene/Gear

#84 - White Rubber/Leather/Lycra/Neoprene

#85 - Men in Red Rubber / Neoprene / Leather / Red Gloves

#86 - Men in Baby Blue / Aqua Blue / Royal Blue / Electric Blue (anything)

#87 - Bears / Hairy Studs / Otters

#88 - Bears in Tight Rubber / Neoprene

#90 - Wet Men

#92 - Berets

#95 - Knights and Paladins / Armor / Ren Faire clothing

#98 - Photos Taken For Me / Sent To Me (involving items on this list)

#99 - Photos I've Taken of Kinks #1 - #97

#100 - Hypnosis / Mind Control / Drones

[delugedecade]

Muselist: Video Games

||Persona||

PERSONA 5 ROYAL

Ann "Panther" Takamaki

Makoto "Queen" Niijima

Futaba "Oracle" Sakura

Haru "Noir" Okumura

Kasumi "Violet" Yoshizawa

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||Square Enix||

FINAL FANTASY VII

Tifa Lockhart

Aerith Gainsborough

Yuffie Kisaragi

Cloud Strife

FINAL FANTASY XII

Fran

Mjrn

Jote

Princess Ashelia B'Nargain Dalmasca

MISCELLANEOUS

Y'Shtola Rhul (Final Fantasy 14)

2B (NieR: Automata)

9S (NieR:Automata)

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||Overwatch||

Kiriko Kamori: MW Hashimoto

Lena “Tracer” Oxton: MW Operative Oxton

Emily

Brigitte Lindholm: MW Talon Brigitte

Angela “Mercy” Ziegler: MW Vengeance

Fareeha “Pharah” Amari

Amelie “Widowmaker” Lacroix: MW Captain Lacroix

Olivia “Sombra” Colomar: MW Agent Colomar

Hana “D.Va” Song

Echo

Genji Shimada: MW Junker Genji

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||Miscellaneous Franchises||

Juri Han (Street Fighter)

Chun Li (Street Fighter)

Cammy White (Street Fighter)

GLaDOS (Portal)

Jill Valentine (Resident Evil)

Karlach (Baldur's Gate 3)

Farah (Legend of Queen Opala)

[epiceneandroid]

day 19 for @cocajimmycola‘s mogai icon challenge, a character that deserves everything good!

oh god cammy.

cammy white. cammy fucking white.

she deserves the world. she does not deserve any more shadaloo/illuminati/whatever the fuck jp is shenanigans but: unfortunately i feel like she’ll be on the trauma conga line and EVEN PROBABLY SEPARATED FROM HER SEMI-CANON GIRLFRIEND (juni) AND HER SISTER (decapre) AGAIN.

insane infodump from me under the cut because GOOD LORD i can write an incoherent essay about street fighter apparently!

so context: cammy white was a clone of m bison using his dna. (hence the intersex/klinefelter’s syndrome specifically trans woman headcanon, and the lesbian headcanon since m bison likely is attracted to women, being a...genderless person who cast away his womanhood to become more evil. it’s complicated. street fighter lore is complicated.) she was then abused by m bison, implied to be in multiple ways, and groomed to become a personal “doll” for his army of 15-16 year old girls that were brainwashed into becoming his bodyguards. (again. street fighter lore is REALLY weird.) she was rescued by either chun li or guile depending on the continuity, and eventually she broke free from the brainwashing and joined up with a secret agent group based in england called delta red. she worked for delta red in street fighter ii-street fighter iv, but in street fighter ii she had the issue of “i don’t remember who i am or why i am fighting for delta red”. this amnesia was due to a dissociative break of “i do NOT want to fucking remember i was a child soldier for a creepy old...genderless primordial spirit that looks like a man” and she broke when she eventually recovered her memory that she was m bison’s clone, but eventually got over it for the most part because her new mission was to rescue her close friends, the dolls, who were the other brainwashed girls who were forced to serve m bison. especially her sister, decapre, who she was also partially made from the dna of. (hence the klinefelter’s syndrome headcanon, since, again, she was made from the dna of a cis woman and a genderless primordial spirit with xy chromosomes.) in street fighter iv, she had already rescued juni, who started living with her, and they both were implied to develop romantic feelings for each other by street fighter v. afterwards, she tried to rescue decapre, who DESPISED her, and wanted her to die for not rescuing her first, but she’s also dying because of her unstable body. and m bison taunts cammy about it too. because he’s a bastard. in street fighter v, juri han eventually helps cammy rescue the rest of the dolls, along with the other world warriors (a team assembled by karin kanzuki (aka tony stark but better) consisting of ryu, ken, dhalsim, chun li, guile, birdie, rashid, charlie nash, “rainbow” mika nakanawa, ibuki, and...some others i’m forgetting), and decapre even breaks brainwashing and helps her escape shadaloo and save the other dolls. so cammy’s life seems pretty happy so far...until in street fighter 6, where she is given a NEW mission involving (the game isn’t out yet) johann petrovich, who most notably taunts her by calling her his “little doll”, implying he might be another m bison successful bodily transplant. so yeah. cammy might be fucked, but i am WISHING better for her. i’m wishing her to enter a polycule with juni and juri (juri and juni are metamours but they’re NOT dating, juni would be terrified of juri) and have a happy life taking care of her cats and being safe.

SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG. anyway, intersex (klinefelter’s syndrome, specifically) trans lesbian cammy white. best headcanon ever btw.

[ao3feed-ncislosangeles]

Intersection lines book 1

by Batman200 Lieutenant Olivia Benson investigates a case of a young girl murdered as the case progressed she teams up with other detectives and super heroes Words: 9, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Intersection lines Fandoms: X-Men (Comicverse), Law & Order: SVU, Bakuretsu Tenshi | Burst Angel, Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Power Rangers in Space, Power Rangers Samurai, Power Rangers Time Force, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Runaways (TV 2017), Batwoman (TV 2019), Supergirl (TV 2015), Arrow (TV 2012), Avengers (Comics), Castle (TV 2009), Rizzoli & Isles, Martial Law (TV), Rush Hour (TV 2016), Tekken (Video Games), Spider-Man (Comicverse), The Boys (TV 2019), Street Fighter, Kyonyuu Fantasy, Blue Bloods (TV), New Mutants (Comics), G.I. Joe - All Media Types, Gen13 (Comics), WildC.A.T.S. (Comics), Catwoman (Comics), Jessica Jones (TV), Scream (TV), I Know What You Did Last Summer (TV 2021), The 100 (TV), NCIS: Los Angeles, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2012) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi Relationships: Jean Grey/Xi'an Coy Manh, Olivia Benson/Alexandra Cabot, Xi'an Coy Manh/Emma Frost, Nyssa al Ghul/Laurel Lance, Jubilation Lee/Rachel Summers, Ichiki Hisako/Laura Kinney, Karolina Dean/Nico Minoru, Jemma Simmons/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Grace Choi/Diana (Wonder Woman), Grace Choi/Pamela Isley, Jo/Meg (Bakuretsu Tenshi), Celeste Cuckoo/Ichiki Hisako, Chun-Li/Cammy White, Kazama Jin/Christie Monteiro/Nina Williams, Kazama Asuka/Emilie ''Lili'' de Rochefort, Julia Chang/Kazama Jin/Ling Xiaoyu, Felicia Hardy/Cindy Moon, Margot Gilbert/Alison Grant, Emma Duval/Audrey Jensen/Brooke Maddox, Cassandra Cain/Zatanna Zatara, Nadira/Trip Regis, Trip Regis/Katie Walker, Trip Regis/Jennifer Scotts, Adam Park/Tanya Sloan, Emma Goodall/Kimberly Hart/Gia Moran/Trini, Melinda May/Natasha Romanov, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Melinda May, Lauren Shiba/Mia Watanabe, The Female | Kimiko Miyashiro & Original Female Character(s), Diana (Wonder Woman)/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Karai/April O'Neil (TMNT) Additional Tags: Girl Penis, Lesbian Sex, Alternate Universe via https://ift.tt/h7w0INr

[cammie-morgan-goode]

'it's about time you felt a little heartache.' For Townsend and Catherine

Studies show that a glass of wine at dinner is actually healthy. At least that’s what Catherine Goode tells him every time they go to the bar.

Townsend hadn’t seen her in months. Or had it been a year already? He sits on a barstool, staring up at the list of drinks on the wall behind the tap. He doesn’t turn. He doesn’t even move.

He knows she’s there, just like he always does. He didn’t tail her to this tiny room. He really didn’t. And yet, there she is. Here she is.

“Aren’t you going to say hello, darling?” She drawls.

Townsend sighs and turns to look at her. She looks better than he remembers, wearing a black skirt that stops at the top of her knees. The white blouse she wears is unbuttoned at the very top, and he tries not to notice that the button-down is very… see-through. She’s standing behind him, hands on her hips, looking every bit like a woman on a mission. A mission for what, he didn’t want to know.

Townsend waves down the bartender, ignoring her. “I’ll take a whiskey. Neat.” He says.

Catherine takes a seat beside him. “And I’ll have a cosmopolitan, sweetheart,” she says, flashing the bartender a sultry smile. “You didn’t even bother leaving a note the last time we were together. The least you could have done was let a girl know that you were slipping out. Don’t you know how rude it is to leave a girl alone in bed?” She says, looking at the blue-eyed agent.

Townsend rolls his eyes. He waits until the bartender places his drink in front of him, and places the cosmopolitan in front of the woman who he hates to have feelings for. He downs the drink in a gulp.

He should get up and leave. He should walk out that door without looking back. He should call his supervisor and say that he messed up and his cover is blown. He knows what he should do. But he also knows what he shouldn’t. And she’s looking at him.

“Last I checked, you said no strings attached, Cat.” Townsend says.

Catherine sighs and then lets out a giggle that’s out of place for the present conversation. Her green eyes are practically lit up like Christmas trees. She leans in and brushes her lips against his ear. He doesn’t dare breathe. And yet, he can still smell her perfume.

He swallows hard when she kisses that spot behind his ear. And then… pain. Catherine grabs the back of his head, her fingers lacing themselves through his hair. She pulls his head back just enough to make him hiss.

“It’s about time you felt a little heartache, my dear sweet Townsend.” She says. “I mean… sleeping with that Cameron girl? That hurt me, Edward. Truthfully,”

He stares up at her. He tries not to be surprised but he is. How did she know about Abby? He knows that she reads the confusion on his face but she doesn’t comment on it. She only kisses his cheek, let’s go of his head, and saunters away.

Edward Townsend lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and stares after her, a million questions laying at the top of his tongue. But, before he can even get a word out, Catherine Goode is gone.

And Edward Townsend has to remind himself to breathe… after he calls Abby.

(Written by: @cammie-morgan-goode)

[thehiddenfolders]

Бойцовский клуб-состав Super Street Fighter 2 Turbo

Super Street Fighter II Turbo-файтинг, выпущенный для игровых автоматов компанией Capcom в Японии 23 февраля 1994 года, в Северной Америке 23 февраля и 26 марта 1994 года (бета-версия) и в Европе в марте 1994 года (бета-версия). Это пятая часть подсерии Street Fighter II игр Street Fighter после Super Street Fighter II: The New Challengers. Как и его предшественник, он работал на оборудовании CP System II. Super Turbo представил несколько новых игровых механик, отсутствовавших в предыдущих версиях Street Fighter II, включая добавление комбинированных движений, называемых суперкомбо и воздушных комбо. Он также представил секретного персонажа Акума, который впоследствии станет повторяющимся персонажем в более поздних частях Street Fighter и других файтингах Capcom.

[tomatostyle]

365 day drawing challenge day 316 Street Fighter Cammy White

[lostwithoutyouherewriter]

Bonus Stage! Rainbow Revenge! A Street Fighter Ficlet

Outfit inspired by "Rainbow Mika," artwork by Ryusoko, from the 2019 Street Fighter Pin-Up Special © Udon Entertainment

“Graaah! Let me at ’em! I’ll kick their asses!!”

With the van rocking like it was full of gorillas on their prom night, Guile had half a mind to let the feisty wrestler have her way. Rainbow Mika was putting up one hell of a fight already, struggling to free herself from his arm lock and kicking her boots into the air. Her enthusiasm was nearly matched by the bikers outside, gang members pounding on the doors and hollering at the trapped tourists.

Guile was a tough guy, but this was like trying to hold back a typhoon.

Mika flexed, her sky blue hoodie pressing up against his arms and chest. When she failed to break free, the wrestler let loose a terrifying war cry. “Ooeeaaaaah!!”

Cammy groaned, propping her bare, shapely legs up on the dashboard. “Bloody hell, Guile, just let the woman have her fun. Do you really want to fix the van again?”

Guile growled back at her. “Do you want the cops paying us a visit at the resort? ’Cause that's what's gonna happen if she maims a buncha civilians!”

The special ops agent glanced out the window, giving the side-eye to a biker who was ogling her legs. “Bunch of horndogs, if you ask me. Don’t know why we even stopped here.”

“The Mad Gear Diner is a classic! It’s like the Redwoods. You can’t drive past a famous attraction, not when they serve the best whiskey on the west coast!”

“Which we didn’t even get to try, because Little Miss Sunshine here had to go and wreck the gang leader's bike."

Rainbow Mika's eyes were bulging behind her mask. "But... but they started it! They made fun of the women's pro-wrestling organization! I even told them about our good fundamentals, and they still laughed!”

Smash! Guile spun around with the wrestler in tow, only to find the back window busted out with a lead pipe. Christ, they were using lead pipes now.

Mika shoved aside Guile's arm and pointed at the greasy biker brandishing the weapon. “And that one called Master Zangief a bitch! Nobody calls Zangief a bitch, not while I'm around!”

Guile sighed. So much for being a law-abiding citizen.

"Alright, girl. Go teach ’em a lesson. Just make sure they can still walk when you're done with ’em."

Free at last, the wrestler cracked her knuckles and cackled gleefully.

"No promises," she said, whipping off her blue hoodie and jean shorts faster than a ringside bell. Scantily clad in white boots and a one piece swimsuit, Rainbow Mika kicked open the back door and launched herself at the bikers.

“Blimey,” said Cammy, rolling down her window for a better view. “Look at her go.”

She wasn’t wrong. Watching the legendary dream driver in action was more than just another spectacle. It was a flamboyant work of art. It was even more amazing that Mika’s outfit endured the battle, but every strap of spandex and polyester remained in place as she suplexed and headlocked every unfortunate gang member with those powerful thighs.

“Passion press! Rainbow typhoon! Bomberrrrrrr!!”

Guile moved to the seat behind Blanka and settled in for the action. A mean guitar solo was playing off in the distance, as if the diner’s loudspeakers had suddenly rallied behind the banner of R. Mika.

Blanka looked back at him nervously. “No help funny wrestler?” asked the wild man.

“Nah. I think she’s got this one handled.”

As if on cue, the wrestler drove his point home—literally. A biker’s face collided with the side of the van, pressed between the glass and Mika’s ample derriere. The van tilted violently to one side, forcing Guile to grab the seat as Blanka hooted in surprise. For a long moment, they teetered on the edge of disaster, albeit with a great view of the wrestler’s pressed cheeks and the man’s head wedged between them.

Fortunately, the van came to rest on all four wheels, just in time for Rainbow Mika to pose triumphantly atop her fallen foes.

“Ha ha! You just got peached, bitches!”

The unconscious gang member slid down the window, leaving a trail of drool in his wake. Blanka watched with interest as the man flopped to the ground, then looked back at Guile with a pointy smile. “Jimmy like rainbow girl’s style!”

You can continue reading "Summer of the Warrior" ficlets on AO3 throughout July!

[ao3feed-the100]

Mortal kombat dc marvel power rangers version 1

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WkaBl7P

by Ryujinjakka4000

Xi'an coy manh was born with a dragon tattoo thought to be a birth mark but she was wrong along with a few other chosen to the earth realm in a tournament known as mortal kombat.

Words: 11, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Mortal kombat revised

Fandoms: X-Men (Comicverse), Mortal Kombat (Video Games), The 100 (TV), The Boys (TV 2019), Tekken (Video Games), Blood: The Last Vampire, Hellsing, Street Fighter, Beyblade, ゼロの使い魔 | Zero no Tsukaima | The Familiar of Zero, Bakuretsu Tenshi | Burst Angel, Mai-HiME, Jessica Jones (TV), Power Rangers, Power Rangers Time Force, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Justice League - All Media Types, Supergirl (TV 2015), Batwoman (TV 2019), Outsiders (Comics), Soul Calibur, Bleach, Spider-Man (Comicverse), Gen13 (Comics), WildC.A.T.S. (Comics), 黒獣～気高き聖女は白濁に染まる～ | Kuroinu: Kedakaki Seijo wa Hakudaku ni Somaru (Anime), Kyonyuu Fantasy, Runaways (TV 2017)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Relationships: Jean Grey/Xi'an Coy Manh, Liu Kang/Kitana, Sonya Blade/Liu Kang, Sophitia Alexandra/Taki, Julia Chang/Kazama Jin/Christie Monteiro/Nina Williams/Zafina, Chun-Li/Cammy White, Xi'an Coy Manh/Emma Frost, Hiwatari Kai/Ororo Munroe, Kirche von Anhalt-Zerbst/Hiwatari Kai, Grace Choi/Diana (Wonder Woman), Kai Chen/Kendrix Morgan, Trip Regis/Katie Walker, Nadira/Trip Regis, Kimberly Hart/Trini

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WkaBl7P

[averagejoesolomon]

I know in your story Townsend and Abby don't have kids and I personally think they would have at least saved one name for Cammie. In the epilouges it says that Townsend was the one who wanted a kid....how in the world do you think he convinced THE Abigail Cameron? How do you imagine she broke the news that they were expecting to him?

It’s funny because, like, I don’t think that he convinced her.  Like, if we’re operating in a world where the twins are canon, then the only way that happened is on accident.  They were totally an accident.  And I think that’s beautiful!

There’s an argument to be made that Townsend would want a shot at having kids and being present for their childhood, but I think thats a realization he has only after the option is presented to him.  In my mind, there’s no way these two extremely active agents sat down and said, “Hey, actually, let’s have babies?”  I just don’t see it.  These two hooked up in a broom closet at the White House and then four weeks later, Abby’s puking over a toilet with the realization that she’s, like, pretty late.

Everything about it is chaotic, with translates smoothly into toddlerhood, teenagerdom, and well into their lives as kickass agents who definitely pull gender swaps on the regular to throw of their targets.

[noitesnojapao]

Street Fighter: Cammy

Imagem retirada do site: https://www.reddit.com/r/StreetFighter/comments/aysfai/cammy_fanart_best_girl_didiesmeralda/

Se existe uma personagem memorável na série, com certeza se chama Cammy White!!

Pense em todas as razões para torná-la uma personagem memorável...uma delas é a trilha sonora da sua fase em “Super Street Fighter II: The New Challengers” versão para Arcade.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMNPDiytN_I

Cara, na minha opinião esse tema é tão bom que expressa sentimentos “mesclados” dentro de nós. Imagine o que vc quiser e pronto...lá estão eles.

Ela é conhecida pelo codinome “Killer Bee”, que traduzido para o português fica mais ou menos como “Abelha Matadora” ou “Abelha Assassina”.

Cammy era uma assassina, um clone criado para servir a Shadaloo. Posteriormente ela se torna uma agente do serviço de inteligência secreto MI6. Não há muito o que dizer sobre Cammy tanto porque o que eu sei sobre ela é muito restrito.

Ela apareceu numa revista de uma série em quadrinhos feita nos anos 90. Inclusive uma edição que marcou época foi aquela em que Chun-Li e Cammy precisam proteger um cientista das mãos da Shadaloo. Observação: As duas aparecem tomando banho na revista...(a Chun-Li aparece tomando banho em um filme da saga também)

Gif retirado do site: https://www.vice.com/pt/article/d7gxm7/canon-licenciamento-e-o-verdadeiro-street-fighter-brasileiro

O tema de Cammy é tão memorável (na minha opinião e de muitos fãs) que existem versões que merecem ser lembradas. Uma delas é a versão de “Super Street Fighter II Turbo” para 3DO. Essa versão possui uma pegada bem “Bad Girl” na minha opinião.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fkqjWRPE2o

Vejam também a versão do tema de Cammy em “Super Street Fighter II Turbo” versão para PC. PC para quem não sabe é a abreviação de “Personal Computer” (Computador Pessoal), ou seja, o nosso computador de mesa tradicional que a gente usa no dia-a-dia.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2AWzLc4ifA

Termino por aqui o meu review da Cammy, espero que vocês tenham gostado e até a próxima!

[niqhtlord01]

You probably thought these match ups were done for the day but guess what?!?! So did we!  That was until we found this smooth talking mother trucker sitting in our office as we turned off the lights for the night and we figured, “Hey, I like having my knees intact.”  So let’s give another warm welcome to another badass member of Project Freelancer, if only for his dashing mustache that hardly anyone ever sees; give it up for AGENT WYOMING!!!!!!!!!!!  Wyoming: *Puts on helmet*  Church: Wyoming!? I saw Tex kill you!!! Wyoming: She nearly did, though I was saved by the power of my knock knock jokes. Speaking of which- Church: *Pulls out sniper Rifle* Why does no one stay dead anymore!?!?!? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ruby: *Twirls scythe* Wyoming: Little girls shouldn’t play with sharp knives.  Ruby: Call crescent rose a knife again and I shall strike you down!  Wyoming: *Pretends to stroke mustache through helmet* And to think where I come from children are attached to their dolls and puppies.   ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wyoming: *Puts on helmet* Cammie: Hope you’re ready to fail as hard as Brexit.  Wyoming: Charming. Tell me, how did leaving the UK work out for you? Cammie: *Picks up Nugget* Shut it you little shite.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tex: *Smashes through nearby wall* Wyoming: Subtle as always I see.  Tex: Pretty sure I killed you.  Wyoming:  *Pretends to stroke mustache through helmet* And I’m pretty sure you were always a terrible shot.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yang: *Drives in on motorcycle, jumps off and lands* Wyoming: My that was terrible driving, do you need a hand with that?  Yang: Is your humor as dry as your mustache?  Wyoming:  *Pretends to stroke mustache through helmet*  Do you speak to your mother with that mouth? Oh right, you actually need a mother and yours thought it would have been easier to be a roving bandit then to raise your pale bottom.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nemesis: *Nano-tech cloud forms Nemesis* Wyoming:If I were to sneeze in your general direction would you fall apart.  Nemesis: You can not defeat me-me-me.  Wyoming:  *Pretends to stroke mustache through helmet* Quiet right, a vacuum cleaner would be a far better weapon against you; I’d settle even for a dust pan or a wet sponge.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wyoming: *Puts on helmet* Grif: Why is it all British people are assholes?  Wyoming: Well that’s uncalled for, but then again I’m not surprised having it come from an American.  Grif: *Hefts rocket launcher* Exactly! At least we live up to our stereotypes!  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nora: *Smashes through wall with hammer* Wyoming: I’m beginning to sense a pattern with young girls from your world.  Nora: That we’re all totally awesome?!?! Wyoming:  *Pretends to stroke mustache through helmet* More so that none of you have ever skipped arm day at the gym.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Julian: *Hologram appears* Wyoming: Ah yes, the ghost of Christmas future, we meet again.  Julian: I’m not a ghost. Wyoming:  *Pretends to stroke mustache through helmet* No? Sorry then, that bugger has been trying to guilt me into feeling sorry for that boy i stole those crutches from for years now.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wyoming: *Puts on helmet* Caboose: You’ll never take my cookies!  Wyoming: I prefer biscuits myself actually.   Caboose: *Hefts Freckles* You are the worst monster I have ever fought....and I’ve fought copies of the scary lady.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Salem: *Grimm part to let her through* Wyoming: Pardon me for asking but are you per chance french? Salem: No, I am not.  Wyoming:  *Pretends to stroke mustache through helmet* Your skin is just so pale I just assumed you were running up the white flag before the match even begun. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wash: *Enters checking the chamber of his assault rifle* Wyoming: Knock knock.  Wash: *sighs* Whose there?  Wyoming:  *Pretends to stroke mustache through helmet* Payback. 

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 73.1

Some new enemies are crawling around the city. But who are they? Previous! Next!

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Government of Doom Part 1

           In a hidden government facility, agents are working around the clock, monitoring energy levels from all the around the world on their computers. One man notices something odd and calls over his supervisor.

           “Sir,” he says, “these levels from a city in California are very…strange.”

           The supervisor sighs wearily before even looking at the computer. “Ah, yes. That’d be the Nameless City.”

           “The what?”

           “A city in California without an official name,” he explains, “to call it ‘weird’ would be an understatement. Levels have always been high there but it’s always contained to the city so we don’t worry about it much.”

           “O-okay,” the agent nods, “but I still think you should take a look.”

           The supervisor looks over the agent’s shoulder and his eyes widen with surprise. “Wh-what is this…?”

           On screen is a sort of graph with a coloured line displaying paranormal energies in that area. One of the jobs of these agents is to make sure the line stays a nice, even level. But on screen right now, the line is fluctuating wildly, constantly spiking and falling seemingly at random.

           “What timeline is this?” the supervisor asks.

           “The last year or so,” the agent replies.

           “I have never seen anything like this before,” he mutters before standing up straight. “I’m gonna discuss it with the director but I’m betting it’s time we’ve stopped turning the other cheek when it comes to the Nameless City. They’ve been left alone for too long.”

---

           “Are we almost there?” Tak asks impatiently.

           “Yeah, I’m getting grass stains,” Gaz grunts.

           “We should be close…I think,” Dib replies.

           “Why do we have to crawl?” Pepito asks.

           “So we don’t spook them,” he insists.

           “Everyone shut up,” Zim hisses, “we’re here.”

           The Battalion pokes their heads over a bush and looks out towards a small lake a little ways outside the city. What they see has them gasping in awe.

           Two horses are drinking from the lake. Their hides are pure white and smooth like ivory, their hooves are gold and sparkly, and their manes and tails are all the colours of the rainbow. And protruding from their heads are coiled crystal horns that sparkle in the sunlight.    

           “Unicorns!” Dib squeals into his hands to muffle his voice.

           “That crazy homeless guy was right,” Pepito remarks.

           “Not sure he’s so crazy now,” Gaz comments.

           “What do you think, Squee?” Zim asks.

           “Gaz may be right. If he’s right about the unicorns, the rest of his babbling might not be crazy,” Squee replies.

           “No, I mean about the unicorns.”

           “Oh, right.” He awkwardly clears his throat. “Uh well I don’t sense any kind of malice but that could be because they’re relaxing.”

           “Should we just leave them alone?” Pepito asks.

           “We can’t just leave,” Dib snaps, “nobody has any documented proof on unicorns. They’re one of the rarest of the supernatural creatures.”            “We’re not documenting them,” Squee says sternly.

           “Fine,” he groans, “but we still can’t just leave.”

           “Alright,” he sighs and removes his bag and sweater, handing them to Pepito. “Hold my stuff. I don’t want them perceiving me as a potential threat.”            “You sure about this?” Pepito asks.

           “Yeah,” Squee nods as he steps over the bush. “I don’t think they’re dangerous.”            He slowly, carefully, approaches the unicorns, keeping low to the ground. Once he’s a couple feet away, he stops and sits in the grass.

           The one closest to him takes notice and looks at him. Its eyes are pure black orbs that sparkle in the light, immediately reminding Squee of the stars in space.         ‘Uh…hi,” Squee waves.

           The unicorn leans over, smelling him, before blowing air in his face, making him chuckle, and going back to the lake.

           “Guys, it’s okay,” Squee calls back to his friends. “Just leave your weapons and come slow.”

           The rest of the Battalion cautiously hurry over. The unicorns look at them but seem more interested in their drink as the kids examine them.

           Dib carefully touches the second one’s back and strokes it. “They feel so smooth, like made of crystal.”

           “Their hair is really soft,” Tak says as she runs her hand through the other’s mane.

           “I gotta admit, this is a nice change of pace to the usual creatures we deal with,” Pepito remarks.

           “Yeah, they seem really peaceful,” Squee agrees.

           “Kinda boring,” Gaz comments, “but I guess they are pretty.”            “I am surprised that they are so comfortable around us,” Dib muses, “being such elusive creatures, I figured they would be more cautious.”

           “They can just tell what’s a threat and what isn’t,” Zim shrugs, “they must be clever creatures…for Earth.”

           The kids hang around for a couple minutes. While the unicorns aren’t very social, they are quite chill and they give off a very calming atmosphere. Even the usually high-strung Zim and Tak find themselves relaxing by the creatures’ sides.

           But their quiet afternoon comes to a screeching halt when they all immediately sense another’s presence. The Battalion whip around just as a bang rings out and something smashes into the ground where one of the unicorns was standing. But both are already gone, having sensed the danger, and galloping across the water. The kids, however, are too distracted to notice.

           “Was that a gunshot?” Squee shouts, covering his ears.

           Tak’s cybernetic eye scans the surrounding area. She sees residual body heat from where a person was hiding in the trees behind them, but the person themself has already ran off.

           “Whoever it was, they’re gone,” she says.

           “Gah,” Zim snarls, “if I find out who that was, they’re gonna pay.”            “Maybe we can,” Dib muses as he digs around in the dirt and pulls out a bullet, completely intact.

           “Give it!” he demands, snatching it from Dib’s hand. “I’ll examine it in my lab.”

           “Who else knew the unicorns were here?” Squee asks.

           “Anyone who goes down Main Street,” Gaz replies.

           “But who else would listen to a crazy homeless guy?” Pepito asks.

           “And why would somebody try to shoot them?” Squee adds.

           There’s a heavy silence as nobody can think of an answer.

           “Let’s just get out here,” Dib orders.

           The others nod in agreement and they head through the woods and back to the highway.

           Dib drives everyone home in the Epic. They’re all rather tense after what just happened, their minds reeling.

           Squee is the last to get dropped off before Dib and Gaz go home. He rubs his neck as he walks up to the house, feeling drained all of a sudden. But before he reaches the door, a chill runs down his spine and he turns around.

           The street is quiet, as per usual. Passersby never cross through Grave Road, believing it to be cursed, and the few neighbors are either inside or at work. But Squee can feel someone watching him.

           “Where are they?” he asks.

           “They’re well concealed,” Shmee replies.

           “Irkens?”

           “I don’t think so.”            Squee’s eyes narrow. Before, he would’ve tried to ignore the danger, not wanting to get involved. But now he finds himself not feeling so afraid. More annoyed than anything.

           He clicks his tongue and goes inside, pulling out his phone and sending a message in the group chat.  

Squee: Something’s watching me

Tak: Same here.

Pepito: me too i think

Zim: Dib and Gaz?

Squee: They’re probably still driving home.

Zim: Everyone stay on your guard and regularly check in. Something is about to happen.

           Squee half-waves to Johnny and Cammie as he passes by the couch, still texting his friends. Cammie waves back, contently watching TV as she pets Nugget. Nny isn’t quite so blissful. He knows someone has been watching the house all day and it’s pissing him off. Tonight, as soon as everyone’s in bed, he’s getting to the bottom of it.

[renegadewangs]

Ace Mindhunter - 3rd Interview

Characters: Simon Blackquill, Athena Cykes, Shi-Long Lang, and a rogues gallery of AA villains. Fandom: Ace Attorney. Pairings: N/A. Warnings/rating: 16+, I would say. Talk of heavy themes such as death and abuse, plus cursing. Spoilers for every AA game up to Spirit of Justice, AAI2 included. Gratuitous amounts of headcanon for antagonists. Summary: Simon Blackquill is roped into a Behavioral Analysis project along with Athena Cykes. They must sit down with convicted murderers for interviews, in hopes of finding out just what drove them to their convoluted crimes.

3rd Interview Furio

Date: June 11th 2028 Time: 4:34 PM Location: Interpol H.Q. - B.A.U. Office. “Frank Sahwit. A burglar who was caught in the act by the owner of the apartment he'd broken into. He killed her in a blind panic, then shifted the blame onto her ex-boyfriend. He gave testimony about it in court and everything.” “No.” “Hmm... Cammy Meele. She was a flight attendant, but also a member of an international smuggling ring. She helped move things across the border. When an Interpol agent showed up to check the cargo hold of a plane, she panicked and shoved him so hard that he fell off the side of a flight of stairs. She tried to hide his body and when it was uncovered by accident, she scrambled to pin the blame onto a colleague. Looks like her cover-up was blown before the police could indict the wrong person.” “... That is even worse.” “Lucky number seven, then! Richard Wellington. A small-time con artist who mistakenly thought a police officer was on to his scams. He killed the cop, framed the cop's girlfriend, then hit the girlfriend's attorney over the head with a fire extinguisher just before the trial. … There's Mr. Wright's name again. I'll have to ask him about this one.” “The subject meddled with the court process, hm? We're getting warmer. The scammer has earned himself a spot on the consideration pile.” “We don't have a consideration pile yet. Only rejections.” “Then, by all means, start one.” Athena cleared some space on the desk they were meant to share, then placed Wellington's folder in the center. The rejection pile was a substantial one, the pile of profiles yet to be assessed had dwindled so badly that they had very few options left to them. Was this the best Lang could provide? “Next we have...” Athena reached for the assessment pile and opened the top folder. “Florent L'Belle. Eww...” “Pass,” Simon said and for once, he had Athena's full agreement on the matter. One more for the rejection pile. Athena ruffled her hair in a frustrated manner and Simon leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. There were a few water stains there, perhaps even mould. Interpol would spare no expense when it came to their investigations, but they must not have thought very highly of their Behavioral Analysis Unit if it were condemned to a shoddy basement office. Athena reached for the next folder and flipped it open. “Looks like we're moving on from petty criminals to the big leagues, now. Paul Atishon. I remember that guy... He was a corrupt politician who made a deal for a national treasure with Khura'in's Minister of Justice, then panicked when an archaeologist with an actual moral compass impeded that deal. He killed the archaeologist and at first made the death look accidental, then attempted to shift the blame onto a revolutionist when he got into hot water about it.” “Was that murder premeditated?” “Sure, but there was a lot of clumsy improvisation involved. I don't think there was a single strong thought going through his head beyond wanting to win some dumb election he was in. He was trying to live up to his grandfather's name, though, so that may be... something.” “... Consideration pile.” “Then, how about Redd White? Former CEO of Bluecorp, but also a blackmailer on the side. He killed a defense attorney who had the evidence necessary to expose him and shifted the blame onto her little sister. Looks like this one was definitely premeditated. He roped his secretary into his lies, even though she knew he was the real killer.” “Hnnn...” “Simon! You have to stop being so picky! If you keep shooting every possible interview down, we might as well give up!” If he was being truly honest with himself, Simon was torn on that concept. He'd been selected for this project without his knowledge and his cooperation had, to some degree, been coerced. Spitballing with criminals who'd already been judged felt out of place for a prosecutor. A more productive way to spend his time would've been to return to his usual cases. That way, he could put more of these killers behind bars. Still, there was always that possibility that their research could bear fruit in the long run. That he could apply the insights he gleaned from it in the courtroom. Perhaps the profiles they compiled would serve to sharpen his sword, allowing him to prevent wrongful convictions, or even the crimes themselves. Aside from that, there was a very tempting reward at the end of this road. He would have to trek his way through the mud to reach the Phantom. “The next one, perhaps,” he said, tearing his gaze away from the ceiling and back to Athena. “D'accord! You'll love this one, I'm sure of it! Dahlia Hawthorne, convicted for the murder of her ex-boyfriend! There's two murders that everyone suspected she was involved in, but they couldn't prove it in court. Then a few more counts of confirmed attempted murder and-” Athena broke off quite suddenly, then groaned and tossed the papers aside. “Says there that she's already been executed. They must've given us her file by mistake.” Simon could almost feel his will to keep breathing leave his body. Almost. Distraction came in the form of Lang, who had entered the room so quietly that Simon hadn't even noticed him until he was standing right next to them. Though not exactly giving off a warm glow, he wasn't in a sour mood either. He was, if anything, pleasantly courteous. “Well well, if it isn't our part-time shrinks.” “Please refrain from using that word,” Simon said to him. “What, part-time?” “Hmph.” “Good to see you, Shifu,” Athena called cheerfully. Simon bit down on his feather, the muscles in his jaw straining. “Shifu?” “That's what everyone around here calls him! Didn't you know?” Athena chuckled, then pressed a fist against Simon's arm. “Don't worry, just because he's my shifu doesn't mean you can't be my sensei.” Simon opened his mouth, then closed it again. “How goes the hunt?” Lang asked, perhaps changing the subject on purpose. Athena propped her elbows up on the desk, one hand playing with her earring. “We're having some trouble selecting our next target. Most of the profiles we were given don't meet our criteria.” “Or they're outright deceased,” Simon snapped, waving a hand at the profile in question, which had been scattered across the floor by Athena's fling. “Let's see... Dahlia Hawthorne, huh? Sorry about that. Some people say her vengeful ghost still roams the courthouse. Maybe that's how her name got in there.” Lang gathered up the papers as he spoke, then clutched the folder under his arm and stood upright again. “What have you got from your first two subjects? Anything useful?” “Dee Vasquez and Roger Retinz are difficult to compare,” Athena mused. “Mr. Retinz's murder was carefully planned out, Ms. Vasquez's was a spur of the moment thing.” Lang shook his head. “We already knew that. I'm asking what you found out.” “The Diva Producer's murder has some stains of sexism on it, but they are just that. Irrelevant stains. She took a life because she was threatened, then covered it up because she believed she had done nothing to deserve the punishment in her future. Her remarks suggest that the target of her frame job was chosen out of convenience, not out of spite.” “Hmm.” “As for the Greasy Producer, he suffers from a very typical form of narcissism coupled with internalized insecurities and self-loathing born from childhood abuse. The most-” “Not so fast!” Lang stood up a bit straighter and for the first time since Simon had met him, he looked confused. “Don't narcissists think they're God's gift to the world? How can a guy be a narcissist and still have self-loathing?” Simon sighed and raised a hand to the bridge of his nose, pinching it. “You are not familiar with the concepts of implicit and explicit cognition?” “Uh.” “Explicit cognition,” Athena began, using a slow pace as she sorted out her words, “is something that a person does consciously. Like, say... Explicit memory is when you study for a test and try to memorize all the important things. You remember things because you make an effort to remember. Implicit cognition is a subconscious thing, like associating a certain smell or taste with a past event. Basically, implicit cognition influences a person's behavior, even when they themselves have no conscious awareness of it.” “To summarize, the Greasy Producer's explicit self-esteem is high in order to compensate for the implicit self-esteem, or lack thereof,” Simon concluded. “Though, he confessed to us as Mr. Reus that he is aware of the implicit issue. He did refer to himself as a 'fuck-up', in the end. He's simply unable to remedy the internal disorder and that leads to further chaos.” Lang leaned himself against the side of the desk and as he attempted to move his hands into his pockets, the Hawthorne folder almost slid out from under his arm. “Right. Okay, I get it. That's great stuff.” “While different in most aspects, Retinz and Vasquez did share one important similarity,” Athena pointed out. “They both believed that their victim deserved to die.” “And was that belief misguided?” Lang asked. “In Mr. Retinz's case? Definitely. But I'm not so sure when it comes to Ms. Vasquez. Did the police ever find out whether that Manuel guy was murdered or not?” “Dunno. I could ask around, but since the supposed killer is dead, opening an investigation now would be a waste of law-enforcement's time. Lang Zi says: There's no use crying over spilled milk.” Simon frowned and Athena clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. That was as far as either of them was willing to go when it came to ancient plagiarism. Spilled milk, indeed. Lang paused and glanced down at the pile of folders left on the desk. “So what's these criteria you have for interviews?” “We certainly cannot use too many of these blind panic murders,” Simon said. “If you wish to diagnose the illness which is plaguing this city, we ought to be focusing on the composed planners. The grand names who stood tall even within the prison walls. Gavin, Gant or Alba, perhaps.” “I'll let you talk to someone like Gant when I'm sure you can walk away from that with your heads held high. This unit hasn't exactly got much of a reputation for itself and the last thing we need is for the inmates to think we're weak little pups.” “Can you at least think of some inmates who went out of their way for the frame job? Like Mr. Retinz did?” Athena asked, once again playing with her earring. “... Yeah. Yeah, I got one. He should be in the archives somewhere. Poisoned a guy's coffee, then hid the body and acted out the murder all over again in disguise to fool witnesses. As soon as the blame was shifted onto some innocent waitress, he disguised himself as a defense attorney and botched up her trial on purpose.” “Warte ein moment... I think I heard about this.” “I'll bet you did.” “Mr. Wright's name sure keeps popping up in a lot of these cases...” Athena drummed her fingers along the desk, narrowed eyes directed towards the far wall. “What was that guy's name again? Umm... Cheeto...” “Furio Tigre,” said Lang. ------- Date: June 12th 2028 Time: 2:00 PM Location: Interview Room. Simon still remembered their next subject quite well. Tigre had been one of the loudest inmates in death row and that reputation was sure to continue until his execution. Any attempt at anger management had failed and so, the guards had instead allowed collateral damage. The amount of times they'd had to carry a broken desk or splintered fragments of a cot out of Tigre's cell, Simon couldn't count. It'd been once a week, perhaps. With that in mind, Simon steeled himself to protect Athena from physical harm. He also knew that he might have to lower himself down to Tigre's level in order to be heard. The door from the prison side opened and Tigre was led inside by two guards, each holding onto one enormous arm. Almost ten years in the clink and a ripe age of 51 had done nothing to break down the tough guy demeanor. He was tall and broad in every sense of the word, but not exactly untainted. His spiky black hair held streaks of white and a scar ran across his left eye. Worst of all, his skin was tinged with a spray tan so unconvincing that it would make Klavier Gavin look as if he’d genuinely spent due time in the sun. When it came to the presence of artificial tan within prison walls, Simon had stopped asking such questions long ago. That this man had ever attempted to pass for Phoenix Wright was laughable, but not as laughable as the knowledge that the entire courtroom had been fooled. “I AIN'T TALKIN' TO NO FEDS, YOUSE HEAR?!” he was shouting with such ferocity, Simon could feel the ground shudder. “GWOOOOAAAARRR! GET YOUSE HANDS OFFA ME, OR ELSE!” The therapy animal which entered behind them was so small and quiet, Simon wouldn't have seen it if he hadn't known to search for it. Once Tigre had been settled down in his chair, the two guards backed away with such apprehension, it was evident they expected he might require more restraining. Perhaps he would've, were it not for the immediate change in his attitude when his eyes landed on Simon. He smirked, fingers curling around the edge of the table and nails digging into the wood. “Well well weeell... If it ain't our old jailbird. How's life on the outside been treatin' youse?” “It has been treating me quite well. Certainly, I can get a night's sleep without being disturbed by raving fruitcakes such as yourself,” Simon responded, which was both a truthful statement and an attempt to put his foot down. “Watch yourself, Tweetie! Just 'cause youse got outta here don't mean I can't still break youse kneecaps! Where do youse get off, actin' all high and mighty?! You think youse better than us, huh?!” “As I did not truly stain my hands with blood of any kind... Yes, I believe I am.” “Feh! Youse stained your hands plenty! Just look at how many of us youse had tossed in here! We shoulda strung youse up so high not even your little bird could reach your carcass!” Simon had no immediate comeback to that. Believing he was on the same level as every single killer in the clink was the sort of weight he'd carried around plenty over the past seven years. Now that he was recovering, he couldn't very well allow Tigre to push him right back into that mindset. Even so, it was true that some of residents in death row had been moved there by his hand. “You need to stop your bellyaching!” Athena snapped at Tigre. “Who do you think you're kidding? You've got nothing else to do with your day, right? Then you might as well answer some questions for us!” Not at all fazed by her words, Tigre squinted his eyes at Athena. Then he glanced towards Simon. “What's dis, then? Youse need your girlfriend to hold your hand? I was expectin' a loser like youse to die a lonely virgin.” Simon was no stranger to the sharper sort of prison tongue. Even so, he felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation and raised a hand to his face. The last thing he needed or wanted was for anyone to believe Metis Cykes's daughter was his girlfriend. He wouldn't want the inmates to think that his partner for this project was his girlfriend, either. Such a thing could be very damaging towards the interview process. As for Athena herself, she kicked at Tigre from under the table, causing the man to yelp and jump up from his chair. The two guards were by his sides immediately. “I said cut the crap!” she yelled at him. “We're here for a serious project and if you won't participate, we'll walk right out of here! You can spend what's left of your miserable life all by yourself and nobody will be around to hear you scream!” A dreadful silence fell. Just as everyone else in the room, Simon found himself staring at Athena and never before had he seen a more formidable foe. The last thing he'd expected was for his investigative partner to lower herself to Tigre's level, certainly not in order to defend him. It hurt his pride more than the notion of 'dying a lonely virgin' ever could. Tigre seemed unnerved, this time. A single drop of sweat ran down his temple. He wrung his hands together and sat back down. “All right, all riiight... Women, right? So what's dis project?” Athena set the recorder down on the table and began the usual speech of the Behavioral Analysis Unit and their intended questions. As she did so, Simon watched Tigre go from tense to bored, then finally to lost. Perhaps the words had been too formal for his mind to comprehend. “Uhhh. So you're gonna do a pop quiz?” he ultimately asked. “Something like that. And we'll be recording it, if that's all right.” “I dunno about dis... Dat sounds like an invasion of... y'know, privacy.” “You don't need to do this if you don't want to,” Athena assured him. “Well, all right. I'll do it as long as I knows I don't gotta.” Athena frowned and sat back in her chair. If her impression of Tigre was already odd, it was nothing compared to what happened next. The man leaned down to pick something up from the ground and set it down in his lap. It was a hairless chihuahua, dressed in a pink jacket so bright that it could veer straight off the known color spectrum and phase itself out of reality. Simon knew better than to stare. Athena did not. “W-What...?” she asked. “GRAAAGH! What're'youse lookin' at?! Youse never seen a dog before?!” Tigre roared at her. The chihuahua in his lap trembled, but not because of the volume. It was simply a standard setting for the animal. “Of course I have! I just wasn't expecting...” “Youse take your eyes offa Mitzy right now, or youse can kiss your interview sayonara!” “Jeez, sorry!” Athena hastily began shuffling through her papers. “Let's just get started with some standard questions.” “And you will answer the lady with due respect, lest I slice your tongue from your filthy mouth,” Simon said, now that he'd finally found his voice again. “Yeah yeah...” Athena cleared her throat. “You're originally from New York, but you moved to Los Angeles when you were 28, is that right?” “Uhhh. I dunno. 28 sounds about right.” “You don't remember how old you were?” “Who cares how old I was?! What's dat change, huh?! If I moved, I moved!” Simon wondered whether the defensive attitude was hiding a far grander secret. If it were, they wouldn't get it out of Tigre too easily. They would need to manipulate him into it, just as they'd manipulated Retinz. Athena must've realized the same thing, for she proceeded towards a different angle. “So what made you decide to move in the first place?” “Damn, talk about nosy questions...” Tigre huffed loudly, then raised a hand to the chihuahua's head to pet it. He must've been quite gentle, as the tiny and fragile creature didn't so much as flinch at being stroked by enormous fingers. “I moved to L.A. because the people here are chumps.” “Chumps?” “Sure. Couldn't start a good loan company in a place like New York. Everyone's all wisened up to it. But here in L.A.? Hah! People are desperate to live dat big Hollywood dream!” Athena stopped to take a few notes. As she did, Simon decided to try and take some lead in the conversation, or else be completely emasculated. No other inmate would take him seriously if that were to happen. “What of the family you left behind?” he asked. Tigre frowned. “What about 'em?” “Were you still in touch with them? Would you return to New York for the holidays, perhaps? I would assume the Tigre family gathers 'round a nice, dead antelope for Thanksgiving.” “Grrrrr... I told youse to watch yourself, Tweetie,” Tigre growled at him. “What do I care about family when I've got a business to run? Holidays were a huge cash-in moment. Lotsa new loans goin' out, too. Everybody wanted to buy their missus a new sports car, see, and then another one for de mistress.” “Not even a season's greetings was sent to New York, then?” Simon asked, only to receive a deadpan in response. “You did have family, did you not? Or were you perhaps raised by a pack of tigers in some Brooklyn back alley?” “ARE YOUSE MOCKIN' ME?! WHY, I ATTA SMACK YOU SO HARD-” “Hold it, hold it!” Athena called, raising both hands to try and put a stop to further argument. “We're getting off track, here. Let's talk about something else instead, all right?” Tigre seemed content to do just that and Simon made sure to shoot a grin his way. “This whole story about how you murdered Mr. Elg and why you did it is really complicated. Do you think you could explain what happened in your own words?” Athena asked. Somehow, the question seemed to irritate Tigre. He tisked loudly and glared towards the wall. Following that, he ran his fingers along Mitzy's head, then under her chin as he spoke. “I needed money, see. On account a' Viola's operation. And it was damned idiotic. I had people all over town owin' me money, but none a' those losers could pay up. Not a dime! So I met with Elg, see. He was gonna gimme some fancy schmancy virus I coulda sold on the black market for millions. It woulda paid off my debt to Viola's family just like dat. Then as we're sittin' there, havin' our coffee, dat wise guy goes and wins the damned lottery! 500,000 big ones! He woulda paid off his measly 100,000 debt and left me in the lurch, see. It was the millions I needed. Way I figured, that was what he owed me for keepin' me waitin', too. Interest, y'know. So I killed 'im and took the virus.” Simon felt that there was quite a bit to unpack, there. Far more than they currently had time for. They'd have to pick this apart piece by piece, just as an attorney would cross-examine in court. “You killed a man because you believed he owed you more money than he truly did?” he heard himself ask, despite knowing deep down that was hardly the best approach. “What about it, huh?! You wanna go?!” Tigre grabbed at his prison uniform with both hands, looking just about ready to rip the fabric. What that would accomplish, Simon had no idea. “Stai calmo,” Athena said. “Let's take it from the beginning. You mentioned something about an operation for someone named Viola?” “Y-Yeah...” Tigre was back to absentmindedly fiddling with Mitzy now, his fingers adjusting her jacket. “Was she your girlfriend?” “No- Well- See... Viola's from a real influential family...” “The Cadaverinis, I believe,” Simon supplied, once again throwing a smirk Tigre's way. “They are the biggest mob family here in this 'chump-filled' city. Should one disrespect a Cadaverini, one will find themselves wearing concrete shoes at the bottom of Los Angeles River. If I recall correctly, this tiger sitting before us crossed Viola Cadaverini's car in the most unfortunate way possible and she did not walk away unscathed.” Tigre's eyes narrowed into a ferocious glare. “So... Wait, Mr. Tigre wanted to pay for Viola's operation because he was the one who caused the accident that hurt her in the first place?” Athena rubbed at her own chin, looking doubtful of the story. “Listen! I had to pay!” Tigre shouted at them. “Ol' man Bruto woulda had my head if I didn't! Those damned Cadaverinis! They think they can just make a guy do anythin'!” Athena raised a hand to her chest and closed her eyes. Widget was glowing a bright yellow through her fingers. “... You didn't feel bad that someone ended up in the hospital because of you?” “I had the right a' way! She was the one who didn't look before zooming into the street! And I was the one drivin' a scooter! If anyone shoulda been hospitalized, it woulda been me! But nooo, I got lucky on account a' my helmet and she has to go crack her skull on the steerin' wheel! How's that my fault, huh?!” For a split second, Simon thought that Furio made a good point. If indeed he'd had the right of way and Cadaverini hadn't been paying attention, it would've been hard to fault him for the accident. Then Simon remembered just who they were sitting across and came to the conclusion that the only victim of this story was Viola Cadaverini, who would be fooled by such a despicable man. "She wouldn't just let it go, either!" Tigre was still raving on and on. "Me bein' sentenced to death still wasn't good enough! Dat fuckin' BITCH tried to poison me while I was in here! What, just 'cause I tried to take care a' her?! Who cares if I loved her or if I didn't?! I was doin' right by her by tryin' to pay off dat hospital bill and givin' her a job and shit! Now she's snatched my damn business! Tender Lender was MINE, you hear?!" Athena drew a deep breath, Widget still emanating a yellow glow. Knowing what that color meant, Simon placed his arm on the table and leaned in towards Tigre. "If you don't cease your caterwauling this instant, I will have you muzzled!" "Up yours!" was Tigre's response, though he simmered down all the same. A nimble shake of the head, then Athena continued. “So you took Mr. Elg's virus by force, as it was the only way for you to pay off the Cadaverinis. Could you not simply have stolen it without killing him?” “What, and have him come for me with a buncha coppers? I woulda been the prime suspect once he'd figured out the virus was missin'!” Athena squinted, then turned her gaze towards Simon. He couldn't quite fight off the smile that was dawning on his face, so he allowed it to flourish there. When at last it became clear that Tigre wasn't seeing the problem with his logic, Simon took delight in sharing just that. “Forgive me, Tony Tiger, I must ask,” he prompted with mock delicacy, acting as if he were speaking to a toddler. “What sort of fool would report to the police to inform them that a powerful computer virus, crafted by his own hand, has been stolen? I would daresay that producing malware is an even worse crime than lifting the CD it is on. Had you taken it from him by force or through an underhanded ploy, such a weak man would not have been able to do a thing to prevent it.” Tigre looked dumbstruck, another pearl of sweat rolling down his face. Simon could swear that the spray tan was mingling into it. Three seconds of silence, then Tigre was roaring yet again. “GRRROOOAARRR, YOUSE MOCKIN' ME! I KNEW IT! DAT'S IT, I'M OUTTA HERE!” Sure enough, Tigre made to stand up, cradling Mitzy firmly with both hands. The two guards looked quite uncertain. Athena rose to her feet as well, darting forward to block Tigre's path. Simon was by her side immediately, ready to shield her, should there be a need. Fortunately, Tigre's hands were so full of chihuahua that he couldn't land a punch even if he wanted to. “Wait, wait, just one more question!” she insisted, spreading out her arms. “... What?” “I can understand why you might re-enact the murder to establish an alibi and shift the blame for the murder onto someone else. But why did you...” she trailed off for a second and Simon could swear she was fighting off amusement. “Why did you impersonate a defense attorney? Wasn't the phony murder already good enough to have Ms. Byrde convicted for your crime?” “Pssshh, please. Just 'cause I was a humble loan shark, you think I hadn't heard about all those miraculous turnabouts that kept happenin' in court whenever Wright was involved? I couldn't risk havin' him figure out the murder I set up was a sham.” “Hold on... Are you saying you did it because you felt threatened by Mr. Wright?” “WHO'S THREATENED?! YOU SAYIN' I'M A COWARD?! NOBODY CALLS ME CHICKEN! JUST 'CAUSE HE'S GOT A NICE, COZY BLUE SUIT AND A HALF-ASSED LAW DEGREE, YOUSE THINK HE'S BETTER THAN ME?! WRIGHT'S GOT NOTHIN' ON ME! I COULDA FLATTENED HIM LIKE A PANCAKE! I COULDA SNAPPED HIM IN HALF LIKE A TWIG! FUCK HIM AND HIS LITTLE GIRL SIDEKICKS!” “I was only-” Tigre wouldn't hear any more, instead snapping at Simon. “And YOU! Tryin' to make me out like some kinda idiot! HAH! You really do think you're better than us, movin' right from prison into some big ivory tower on your high horse! If dis is how your little science project works, good luck with the rest of the killers in here! The guards are gonna be scrapin' your guts offa dese here walls and I will fuckin' laugh and LAUGH!” Much as Simon yearned to spout a comeback, he knew that it would be a pointless battle. The only way for him to come out victorious was to be above Tigre's rage, for being dragged down by it would take him to depths he'd rather not see. He crossed his arms over his chest and met the man's gaze with fierce eyes of his own. “Mr. Tigre, please don't-” Athena attempted, but it was no good. “GOOD DAY, MADAM!” Tigre stormed from the room so fast, the two guards had to rush after him in a panic. The moment the door slammed shut behind them, silence fell. Simon stopped the recording device and began to gather up his papers, a feeling of uncertainty nagging at him. Had they just single-handedly ruined the interview? What would Lang say when he found out about this? “... As always, Tony Tiger allowed his emotions to get the best of him. Had he been able to channel his anger into something productive, he would've led quite a successful life,” he remarked, if only to lighten the mood. Athena stared at him. “Simon... Did you seriously not get it?” “Get what?” “Mr. Tigre... He was never angry. Not once during the entire conversation. He was afraid.” “Afraid?” “Afraid of the Cadaverinis, afraid of Mr. Wright, afraid of our questions... I think he was even afraid of what you think of him, now that you're acquitted.” The notion was so backwards that it took a long time to truly sink in. When at last it did, Simon found himself walking away from the prison with a smile and a light, bubbly feeling in his chest. To Be Continued