#and getting through group projects without killing your other group members

[daforged]

business is harder than people think why are you bullying business majors

because i was one and i know for a fact your toughest class has a final that’s just an intricate paint by numbers printoff

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Cowboy!141 x Noble's Daughter!Reader (My Version of the AU)

(How you meet them)

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a noble is a jarring task as you must be always able to keep up appearances, so what exactly happens when your family hires 4 men? Men who seem dangerous yet you know nothing about, all happening to be part of the same group of people. What happens if they take an interest in you? Someone unattainable, forbidden yet also undoubtedly tempting..

Hi lovelies! Lia here again, apologies for the delay and inactivity, I had exams, projects and the recent release of part one of Bridgerton season 3. Speaking of the series, this was inspired by that and RDR2 (none of the elements are historically accurate, I think?), I genuinely hope this does well because this account has not been doing well as of late. With my mutuals leaving Tumblr and some friends are currently ignoring me, I genuinely don't know what to do anymore. From what I know, @ghouljams was the first one who created content in the cowboy!CoD AU but mine is a lot different? So please don't kill me 😭

This will result in headcanons for the next few posts because my brain is attached to this AU so you will be seeing more Cowboy!Outlaw!141.

(Really FEM!Reader, maybe also Plus-size!(Chubby??)Reader?? I don't even know anymore)

More content: My CoD Masterlist

Bless your noble mother's heart, although your was seen as this very respectable and intellectual man of nobility, your mother had this heart of gold having no idea that these rugged men he has newly hired were outlaws, criminals.. murderers?

Yet your father did, something about him felt sinister, well all noble money comes from not so noble cause.

Although your mother wanted you to get to know and be familiar with the newest staff members who would do all the gnarly, energy consuming and physically challenging tasks, she did not want her daughter interacting with men who would be considered improper like seemingly mysterious men who happened to be from a far town looking for a living.

Well without your father's or mother's knowledge, that rule was thrown out the window the moment you saw one of them carrying over some of the crates that contain given by some men to your father for his services and connections, particularly drawn to the one who never seemed to take off the cloth on his face.

Something about the way he stared at you, not seeing the rest of his face, depriving you of clues as to how he felt upon seeing the only lady of the house. You gave him a warm smile, for a moment you thought you saw his lips through the mask perk up, before walking off to the lounging hall for your tutoring on language.

It was odd, you observed them from afar a lot, your personal garden was your sanctuary and you can't help but do so when they talked so loudly, no sign of inside voices.

They called each other names.. Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. The man you encountered was named Ghost? Surely it's some alias. Well that wasn't something you should fixate on anyway so you leave for your tasks.

You find yourself feeling a little out of it after your lessons, hoping that a little stroll through the stables behind your family's estate would either help the information sink in or keep it shun out of your mind. Either way you'd find yourself in tranquil, you heard a thud behind you and turn to find so called "Ghost" behind you.

He had dropped a crate, one filled with weapons and uncharacteristically hastily picked up all of them without paying much attention. Such an action caused him to unknowingly cut his finger on one of the blades that fell out of it's sheath.

Your eyes filled with concern as you rush over to take his hand in yours before he tried to brush off the cut and get back to his duties. You knew it was dumb to be worried over something so small that the grown man doesn't even flinch and yet there you were, practically cradling his hand in yours.

A white handkerchief that was embroidered with your favorite flowers by your own mother, something you held dear and kept pristine.. using it on his finger to keep the blood from further gushing and wipe off whatever of the red residue was left on his hand.

As the blood stopped to your relief, you brought his finger and spontaneously pressed a feather-like kiss on the wound. You were so used to doing that for your little cousins, nieces and nephews that it was just a force of habit, your face flushed the very moment you looked up to meet his gaze, what possessed you to do that?

You placed the handkerchief in his hand and composed yourself, you told him to keep it and to bring the wound to the physician to get some antiseptics before running off to god knows where.

A few days after that incident, you meet another one of them except..

You couldn't help but rush, you were late for this supposedly short promenade your family has spontaneously planned. Your favourite gloves are no where to be found and with the three sisters you have, you checked room to room, seeing who might've borrowed the lacey white fabric with the sewn in bows.

Without looking your body slams into a wall, is it a wall? You softly groan, your delicate fingers brushing on your forehead that felt like it would bruise later on. Your eyes remained closed for a few seconds as the impact caused you to feel shaken, light headed.

You open your eyes to one of the outlaws, you blink up as your vision adjusted a bit, his dark skin against the light from the window really did something..

"Are you hurt, my lady?" He asked, his deep voice was smooth and rich, almost velvety. He held you up from falling.

"N-no.. Thank you, uhh..."

"Kyle, her ladyship can call me Kyle. Although I hope it's not too informal to your status, my lady." You smiled at his words, certainly a respectful fellow despite him and his group's reputation.

You felt warmth on your sides, his palms against the fabric that separates his skin on yours, he was only being kind for steadying you after you almost fell from the earlier impact but his touch felt addicting, too much as it continued to linger.

"Kyle, it is then" You said softly, suddenly a bit more aware of your surroundings.

Fuck. He was sure he felt something just by hearing the way his name fell from your lips. Normally he'd give people, employers only and only his last name. He was so used to having been called by "Garrick", he had no idea his name would sound different, so sweet coming from a pretty maiden's lips.

He stutters for a moment, realizing that his hands are touching a lady inappropriately, something only someone she's married to would have the privilege of doing. He swiftly removed his hands from your waist and formally excused himself from your presence with the excuse of his duties.

The next time you met one of them was through your mother's ball, she was always the first to throw one to bless the upcoming season of hopes that you, your sisters and brothers shall wed soon.

You had no taste for it after having a lord step on your feet at least 20 times and not even bother to apologize with how high of a pedestal he puts himself in, you found yourself escaping through the back of your estate to the gazebo in the center of your beloved garden.

You took your tight, restricting shoes off and felt the grass on your feet as you walked toward the gazebo, now close enough to see that you weren't alone but you still continued, your feet against the cooling marble platform. You sigh as you prop yourself to sit on the stone railing next to the stranger who was currently taking a puff of his cigar.

You turned your head away, you were thrown into a fit of coughs from the strong scent of the smoke while you swatch some of it away. You tried not to heave for actual air to breathe while the man next to you chuckles, making you feel irritable.

"M'sorry love.." his gruff voice whispers which make you turn towards him, the man offering you a comforting smile.

"Shouldn't you be in there with your family, miss?" Price asked. To which you hum, "I wanted some "fresh air" and silence" you answered. Moments of silence have passed, nothing but the sound of wind that rattled the trees a bit and each other's breaths.

You look towards the light of windows of your home, the ballroom filled with laughter and talk of celebration. You sighed, knowing you must return as your parents would come looking for you, also not wanting for them to punish you for sticking around unchaperoned with their new hires.

He knew you were about to leave, it would be rude for a gentleman to leave a lady without help, hmm? He wasn't a gentleman though, an outlaw, one of the worst titles one can ever bestow a man. He was considered to be of low honor but who cares?

He kneels down on one knee in front of you, gently taking your leg in his huge hand using his thigh as leverage so he can gently slip on you shoes. For a moment you felt his forehead on your knee before he pulls away and offers you his hand..

You took it hesitantly as he helped you off the railing, you look up at him meeting his eyes. Something about them burned, making your stomach churn but not in a manner of discomfort.

You watched his back as he walked away, his footsteps on the cold marble the only thing to be heard as the noise died down..

The morning after, you've barely had enough sleep, was it the events of the previous night? Nevermind, at least you had a day or two for yourself after conducting a proposition to your parents. Free time was worth it for the sore feet you had to endure.

Not really in the mood to change into anything tight or itchy, you remain in your night clothes. Finally, some well deserved time alone, comfortable and flipping pages of a book was your type of thing.

Sure, socializing has it's benefits however nothing beats your time alone or so you thought you were alone..

A table and a few chairs were set up by the servants to your request at the gazebo, giving you the perfect view of the greenery that you have planted the seeds of.

You had your head comfortably leaned onto lounge as you continued reading. Buts something was just so distracting, a few minutes of the constant snipping and twigs breaking, you look up wanting to see who was there tending to the garden.

Your eyes widened a bit, it was improper for a lady to stare a man who has very less clothing. Nothing but his jeans, belt and hat keeping his face shielded from the heat is toned, muscular and tanned torso and arms exposed.

A little later, you hear a grunt coming from the man, Soap was it? You can't quite remember much from the night you eavesdropped on them. You heard his footsteps on the grass nearing the gazebo but you didn't bother to look up, not until..

"Ma'am? May I stay 'ere a moment? Afraid the heat is getting to me" You look up from your book and sit up to see the same man breathless. You nodded and watched as he sat on the stairs, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

"Excuse me.." You said, loud enough to hear and catch his attention, he looks back from his position. You moved one of the chairs to face your lounge, "Please invite yourself here, I can only think of how uncomfortable the floor might be, especially when you are working at a weather like this one" Signaling him to take a seat on the chair you adjusted.

He gets up yet reluctantly makes himself comfortable on the seat, you pick a drinking glass on display from the silver tray and poured some of the cold lemonade into it, you place it down on the table and slide it to him, offering a warm smile. Your fingers on the base of the drinking glass slightly brushing against his as he takes it.

He thanks you for it and you both enjoyed the tranquil and peace.. yet you can't go back to your book, asking questions and being further interested by the man each minute passes.

The way he talked was something else, it was alluring, comforting and oddly lively, he's told you about his "past" and how he used to be a child.

"Was quite the troublemaker you see, though my family was poor and food was scarce, I found a way to feed the street animals I adore—"

You look at him, so invested on what he was about to say next, it was refreshing to have someone to converse with who isn't interrogating you and practically forcing their ideals of how many babies they want you to birth for them, practically wanting you to die for them.

"I used to steal bread from my neighbor, not a very nice man, selfish really. So I'd often sneak into his shack, leftovers, scraps and anything light enough for me to carry. I'd bring it to Lassie, my favorite stray dog. You remind me a lot of her Bonnie" He said.

"I remind you of a dog?" You weren't so sure if that's a compliment, then again he just called you "Bonnie", what exactly does that mean?

"Home, you remind me of home. Can't say I have felt this comfortable in years, friends and I are usually reserved yet you bring this side out of me, Bonnie. So what spell or witchcraft did you use?" He joked raising a brow at you, for a moment his attention falters as he looks down at the soft mounds of skin exposed on your chest.

"Eyes up here, Johnny."

You warned as you laugh at his question, you notice one of the servants coming out from the estate and into the garden, Johnny smiles and tips his hat to you to excuse himself so that he could get back to work.

Well this is interesting.. isn't it?

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[hood-ex]

So here are some things Watters is approaching differently than TT.

TT brought the Titans into Bludhaven. Watters, while acknowledging that Titans Tower is still in Bludhaven, is keeping the Titans out.

TT:

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Watters:

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2. TT downgraded Babs's abilities, and she couldn't retrieve redacted info from the FBI. However, Watters has Babs hacking into the pentagon/getting through pentagon-level encryption.

TT:

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Watters:

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3. TT decided to make Dick into a billionaire philanthropist, and he had Dick fund different projects city-wide via the Alfred Pennyworth Foundation. We saw the good from the foundation, but Watters is showing us that not all is as positive and easily fixable as TT portrayed.

For example, in TT's run, the Pennyworth Foundation worked to house every young person. However, as shown in Watters's run, we see that in doing those types of projects, the Pennyworth Foundation, whether intentional or not, actually closed other well-meaning organizations like a soup kitchen.

It's funny because in TT's run, Dick said, "We can't take away the home they've made. Instead, we want to improve it." But Watters is showing that the Pennyworth Foundation actually did take away home and comfort from the youth by buying out the building that the soup kitchen was run from. And maybe in this case "sold out from under" means the original building owner sold the building without telling any of the tenants/vendors, but if it's implying that the Pennyworth Foundation did some shady dealings to acquire the property then, well, that's not a good look.

TT:

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Watters:

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4. TT sold out Dick's secret identity multiple times, and he even had Dick offering to reveal his identity during the events of Beast World. Watters isn't budging on allowing Dick to reveal his real name to the members of the Teddy gang.

TT:

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Watters:

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5. TT created Haven as a community and sanctuary for homeless kids. It had free food, transportation, and shelter. It was yet another thing billionaire philanthropist Dick Grayson could do for the community of Bludhaven. It was a big accomplishment that benefited a large group of people.

Watters did something on a smaller, personalized scale. He allowed Dick to temporarily house members of the Teddy Gang in his own satellite safe house.

Both acts are good in their own ways, but Dick's act from Watters's run feels more personal. A member of the Teddy gang, a kid, was killed in front of Dick. Dick's taking the safety of other Teddy gang members into his own hands. He's not acting on the good of a large community, he's working on a smaller scale. He's working directly with troubled youth instead of throwing money at so-and-so organizations and contractors to make people's lives better. It feels more grounded and relatable to me, personally. Like there's a difference between throwing your money at someone or something to make things better vs. involving yourself with an individual group and getting to know who they are, why they're in the gang, and how you can involve yourself in their lives on a physical and emotional level.

TT:

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Watters:

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[not-the-conversation-starter]

What’s your opinion on Berdly from Deltarune?

Do you mean as like, a character or as a person? As a character he's an expertly crafted annoying egotistical teenager with a heart of gold that he's too stupid to realize he isn't actually using it. His pivot to saying stuff like "I'm stupid now" is kind of perfect, massive over compensation is hilarious. Fits right in with him not even realizing he just wants to be friends with Susie and Noelle, immediately assuming any attraction to a woman who plays video games MUST be romantic. Plus even though it's played for laughs in the Dark World, him thinking it's a dream just means he gets to use it as actual character growth without thinking he needs to do the over compensation things.

He is also just really annoying! This positions him perfectly for being the First Kill. The opposite of someone like Toriel or Papyrus, he's someone used to make killing easier. You can "rationalize" that he's sexist, annoying, makes-way-too-many-johns, expendable, etc. Simply ignoring the fact that he's in highschool and you're sentencing someone who's 18 at most to death to become more powerful. And that it's easier because he's annoying. Think about how many memes there would be about killing Alphys being satisfying and/or relaxing if that stopped her messages half-way through Hotland?

It's an interesting thing to think about, and I wonder how involved he'll actually be in later chapters to make his death more/less meaningful? Especially if the neutral route isn't that different from the All Recruits. Could we kill Berdly and the town just, mostly carries on like normal after? Does the festival still happen just, without his dialog? Maybe it's the only way to see a family member NPC looking for him. Or does casting Snowgrave permanently cut us onto this second story line, no matter what we do we can't go back to the Main Route as it were. He's in a very interesting position, like most pivotal characters in the UNDERTALE series.

As a person, I knew and were friends with people even more annoying and egotistical than him. Nobody as stupid (well yes as stupid or even worse, but they weren't egotistical) but he's a comedy character so he gets a pass on that. I was definitely more annoying than him in Highschool LOL. He's clearly just a kid and as shown in the chapter he's capable of growth, though he needs to work on his Johns. Being mad about Wavedashing is kind of like being mad about En passant in chess. As stupid as it is, it makes the game better so it's included in the official rules.

If I knew him in Highschool though I would want to chop his head off with a huge axe medieval style though until the senior year where I would become amicable with him in an attempt to curb his sexism and steer him away from incelitude. Probably happens after playing videos games with other people and he ends up in the group from someone else. Then in post-highschool I would drift away from literally everyone and end up somewhere else entirely due to inheriting my estranged uncles estate and ancient treasure map. I die like a year into the quest because I misread the instructions and died to a scorpion amber pit trap.

(It's a normal pitfall, but then you are crushed to death by thousands of scorpions encased in amber. Many of them are discovered to be extinct species and this advances many fields of medicine by decades in a few short months. Also someone tries to do a Jurassic Park but with scorpions and it goes bankrupt but nobody dies or anything. They're just scorpions, so it just wasn't popular enough. This actually successfully stops someone from attempting an actual Jurassic Park since they saw a similar project already not work.)

[pizzatowerconfessions]

hi, this is just me being a nerd, but speaking of the crossover stuff ive been having a little idea for a while i just dont wanna draw yet

basically, a crossover project sekai event (like the sanrio event where each character interacted with a sanrio character in their own card) with pizza tower and wonderlands x showtime SPECIFICALLY sorry other group fans go make your own aus /jjjjjj (for those who dont know, prsk is a gacha rythm game with different units/bands)

basically all 4 unit members have a trained and untrained card, the untrain card is what you get in the gacha, the trained is. Well when you train the card by leveling it up and stuff in simple terms

heres what im thinking

Tsukasa: in the untrained, he's baking pizza with peppino, FLAMING with motivation, hes probably thinking "ooh im gonna become a SUPER MASTER CHEF at this rate ☆" and peppino is like "?" But appreciates the enthusiasm. In the trained, he IS peppino, running over stuff killing enemies, all the fancy stuff.

Nene: in the untrained she's in the dining room in a table, and gustavo looks really interested in the game she's playing, making her a little nervous with the sudden interaction. In the background brick looks somewhat distrustful of robo-nene. In the trained, nene IS gustavo and robo nene IS brick, and nene is currently riding robo nene (because rocket feet and stuff) rushing through gnome forest

Rui: in the trained he's hanging out with noise, looking at his blueprints and shit looking inspired. Peppino and tsukasa in the background are both SHITTING themselves at the sight of this. In the trained he's noise bombing peppino in his boss arena idk (i think this parallel is especially funny cuz yknow . Tsukasa is sometimes a comedy relief getting the short end of rui's schemes and stuff, getting launched or blown up, all in good fun lol)

Emu: im still not sure about emu but shes hanging out with noisette in the untrained and she IS noisette in the trained yknow how it goes

Miku: miku gets the 2 star (which is like a less detailed card of the character in-theme, but without background and stuff) where shes just hanging out with pizzahead

Also just for picturing sake, heres what wxs looks like

from left to right: rui, emu, miku, tsukasa, nene & robo nene (thank god robo is in this picture)

anyways i dont even like project sekai that much sorry if an actual fan sees this feel free to correct :((

also if anybody recognizes this yes this is basically just reverse wonder tower au OKAYYYY ENOUGH NERDING OUT sorry stupid rat mod

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[midnight-in-town]

Hi! I really enjoy reading your Kuroshitsuji theories. ♥️ Question: Why do you think Yana created a whole new character (Layla/Al) to be Vega instead of bringing back an old character? It makes sense in the story why Layla/Al is Vega if she's Baron Heithfield's daughter and he's a supporting the BD & blood collection, but I don't understand how confronting Layla/Al is supposed to be satisfying for readers. I LOVE her character design, but unlike Doll whose death O!Ciel feels guilty over, she has no connection (that we know of) to him. And we know next to nothing about her, and it seems odd to be developing a new character when there's so many loose ends to tie up and other characters we haven't seen in forever.

Also, do you still think Polaris is Joker? If the children at the orphanage are supposed to resemble their star counterparts (like how Mabel is acrobatic like Doll and how their outfits are similar to the stars'), Artie doesn't seem all that similar personality-wise to Joker. Unless Joker is extremely different as a BD. And he dresses so properly as a butler and does so many different butler like tasks... Even if Joker was Kelvin's "butler", the activities Artie does don't seem very Joker-esque. Unless I'm missing something?

Thanks!

Hey Anon, thank you for the kind words and sorry for the delay ! :))

So about Layla/Al, like you said, I believe Layla/Al is Lord Vega and could be Baron Heathfield’s undead child [x][x]. And while I initially found it strange to have Layla as a Star Lord for reasons similar to yours, I've now come to the enjoy the idea that it simply gives more of a wide range to UT's BD project.

In other words, it's not that Layla/Al is important as a character to the our!Ciel vs real!Ciel conflict (unlike Doll and maybe Joker, or even Ann if she was brought back), but rather it shows just how deep this project runs and that 1) UT may not be the only deserter shinigami working on it and 2) that they're in crucial need of sponsors to keep it going. For example, if Layla is Heathfield's child, then making Layla a star lord is making extra sure Heathfield will hold a blood collect in his basement without fail.

Also friendly reminder that, while UT seems mostly interested by salvaging the Phantomhive family (his words, not what's really happening), other deserters might be working on it because it threatens the world order that the shinigamis' higher ups oversee :

In other words, the bigger the BD project becomes, the bigger chances UT has to bring back perfect undead members of the Phantomhive family (like real!Ciel and maybe Claudia) and the bigger chances other shinigamis have to see "the world the higher ups oversee crumbling" because, to quote Queen Victoria...

So, I doubt Layla's narrative value is confrontation : it's more a proof that the project is getting bigger and bigger. In fact, during Finny and Snake's investigation, it was implied that F.O.L orphanage was a test run to turn the BD project into a profitable business [part 1] [part 2].

This brings me to your second question, yes I still believe Polaris is Joker. However, while I agree Artie doesn't seem to have much in common with Joker, I'd say Artie's group still represented a "butler" servant category and, even if Polaris is not real!Ciel's butler, he still defined himself as a butler in ch169 (Kelvin's butler maybe, indeed ?), so overall it fits.

Additionally, the way I see it, Polaris is to real!Ciel...

what Artie is to Theo...

that is to say a catalyst to get things done. Without Polaris, real!Ciel wouldn't have succeeded to attack Soma and Agni vs without Artie, Theo and the others wouldn't have found the strength to keep going.

Also Artie probably managed to kill a few adults in cold blood because he lived through a load of shit his whole life and he wanted to save his fellow kids, just like Joker could abduct children and lead them to their death, because he hardcore believed this would help his many siblings at the orphanage.

Lastly, like I explained before, in my opinion, the "four categories" of children at the orphanage being groomed to resemble the star lords are not just because of the blood types, but also because maybe UT and co thought they could create resembling episodes of quality to use for the star lords. At the end of the day though, nobody can force you to be what you are not, to quote our!Ciel...

...so maybe the whole point of Theo, Artie, Mabel and Oliver being different from real!Ciel (Theo seems kinder), Joker, Doll and Layla/AL (Oliver is definitely shier) is a hint that the BD project is supposed to fail because cheating death isn't an answer at all. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I could be wrong though, about Joker and the purpose of F.O.L orphanage, so don't read too much into my answer. :)) Nevertheless, I hope it helps !

Thank you again for the kind words, I wish you a nice day !

[saiwriting]

Thoughts, Thoughts, Blog #9

I am convinced that the job of the Black Parent is to stress you out.

There is nothing in this world that could get me closer to a heart attack (other than cigarettes) than my mom. I got a phone call today from her in the middle of me trying to figure out what my day had in store for me, and the first thing out of her mouth was that you shouldn't go a week without talking to your parents. Fair enough, except that I have talked to them in the family group chat and I have nothing much to say during the week anyway. I've been taking a month to gain my sanity back from a lifestyle that was either going to kill me through stress or more self-inflicted means. I have nothing of life substance to tell you, and quite frankly, I'm not sure what you can do for me with the simple fact that I am your Mother and you know you can tell me anything or talk to me about anything.

Yes, I can talk to you. And all that you can tell me is are you working anywhere yet or how are you paying your bills, don't let that ruin your friendship. I so wish I was White in the regard of being able to tell my mom No Shit. Like, I can think of anything else to say but no shit. Why do Black parents not believe that we already think about these things? I've already been stressed about possibly not being able to pay my bills this month. I've already been stressed about if I should get a job or not, even though I purposefully took this time to escape the job market because I was going to die. And I'm not exaggerating about that. I don't know how you can work with me and see the life energy of who you knew me to be, be drained before your very eyes and still have the gall to ask me about financial survival right now. It's like they never believe that we care.

I am aware of my situation and I have thought about it more than anyone around me could, because that's what I do. The main issue here though is that they can tell me nothing. I need them to DO something. Teach me fucking something. I don't give a fuck about any of the anxieties or troubles you can "bring to my attention." Thank you. And another huge thank you for not teaching me a single life skill in order to figure out what to do. I am continuously learning on my own, not only because I am forging my own path much different than any other member of my family, but also because my parents have never ever taught me anything.

I grew up in a family that was very much do this thing and being left with no lesson or resources on how to do so. Nothing has changed to this day. That is why I do not talk to my parents about my issues, because they can do nothing more for me than me just writing it down for myself. In the beginning of the call, I was invited to a 30th anniversary church service for a church that I grew up in, but also hadn't attended in 4 years. Neither has my mom. Neither has tons of members I knew after covid and after the head pastor was discovered to be a Trump supporter more than anything. Black parents will exist constantly in a state of denial in their own perception: she must hate church, she never goes. First of all, inaccurate. Second of all, it's an hour away. Please have some sympathy for your daughter going through just as much as you. Furthermore, they made it a point to mention that they had no money to give me or any of their children as they are on a tight budget, so they don't even have water for you to cry with right now. Again, fair enough, but all that does in reinforce that I am not my parents. My parents stress me out with their lack of financial literacy and, in turn, they stress me out through projection as though the life I am forging for myself is not a strong foundation. It feels as though the foundation that I am trying to build for myself is always being dug up in sections by my parents who don't understand.

And it's hard. It's hard to have sympathy for people who you feel like have done nothing but set down a few stones along your path to leave you to dig up the weeds surrounding them. I am angry and I am envious of those who have had more done for them and who have had their path forged for them much easier. It is frustrating to feel like the spiritual journey I have been going on, further than just regaining my own sanity, is always made obsolete by my Black Parents who are still trying to figure theirs out to this day. It is discouraging to feel as though all of the positive and negative things that I have discovered about myself, the passions I've worked hard to reignite, and the visions/goals I have for myself are possibly for naught. I have worked so damn hard at positivity and regaining wanting to make my life my own, and they cannot give up their ownership for fear of being left behind. Leave me alone! Leave me alone.

I will continue to meditate. I will continue to work hard toward my goals that I can see on MY path. And, most importantly, I will continue to try, like really, really, really, really, really try to not let my Black Parents stress me out. Please, if you're a Black Parent out there, stop instilling fear in your children. It takes so much more energy to feel as though we can conquer fear and stress than our goals. I get it. I really do. But it has to stop.

For now, I am feeling discouraged, and stressed, and much more like I am in the unknown. The past few days to about a week, I have been trying to establish trust in myself and faith in life, God, and the Universe while quieting the loud and stressed doubting voice I have had in my head my entire life. I want to be optimistic. I want to have faith in what I can make life as much as they have taught me to have faith in God. Have faith in God, give Him everything, but also make sure that you stress about everything? Seems counterintuitive, but it's what I was taught. And it makes me want to rip my face off. If I am not able, this month, to pay my bills, then that will be the first time in 14 months that I have ever had that issue, and I think that is something to be proud of. And, it doesn't mean that this is a downward spiral to poverty, distrust, and the destruction of the rest of my life. I don't even really count it as a mistake, as with a broken fridge for a month I had to sacrifice funds for rebuying food. If anything, this makes me want to work harder so that this doesn't happen again and nothing will ever make me feel bad for the time I took to come back to myself.

If life so permits, I will get a job. Or, I will get the opportunity of a lifetime. You literally never even know, and that's what I think faith is, not telling me things I should be stressed about (and that I already am). I've been doing good and I refuse for this to be a backwards bout of momentum. In the month, I have been closer to publishing a book than I ever have been before in the previous 21 years of my life being on on-again-off-again writer. I'm on again, and nothing will able to turn me off. Not even my own parents.

So, as I try not to have a myocardial infarction by massaging my neck and shoulders, I persist.

[carpenoctemnyx]

Every single little moment in NPMD in order that just scratches my brain in the best way. I mean tbh the whole show does, but these moments are what the tism is grasping onto.

(WARNING: Its a LOT of moments, so theyre all under the cut since the post is so fuckin long)

"And I can survive it for only so long"(all of them)

The "im so fucking dead" from the ensemble during steph and pete's convo

"'CHEATER!!' 'OH GOD BUTT OUT CHASITY!!'"

"My melody! My melody! My melody"

"AWOOO! AWOOO! RAWR!"

"Grace just be cool! NEVER!"

"Im so fucking dead! YEAH!!"

"No! I wanna be invisible! Then why do you come to a public school dressed in suspenders and a fuckin bow tie?"

"Sycamore? I'd rather starve to death."

"Oh my god!! YOU'RE Micro-Peter! Oh, god."

"This outfit it the tapestry of my trauma!"

"Anyone every do this? *snap* Every damn day. My titties are tenderized!"

"It's polish."

"Spankoffski! Who are you running from? Ehh."

"He's straight ahead!"

"You wont defeat his kind. Never look in the eye. He's a literal monster!"

"Everyone knows how he BANGS!"

"He roars, and we cry, hes the reason with no why. He's a literal monster! A damn literal monster!"

"It's 3rd period, Shit-lips. I gotta get to remedial algebra."

"I never intended to walk through your hallway. Ohhh well theres a difference between intent and impact."

"FUCKNUGGET!!"

"Haha YEAH! NO dumbass!"

"Ohhh sorry! Fresh out of your favorite food! I guess im just gonna have to flick it!"

"Ohhhh a two bagger? Hahahaha! Whats a two bagger?"

"Oh!! That's so sick bro! Thats so fuckin funny! PYAHHH *punch sound*"

"Get him up!! Get this fucker up!!"

"Now deposit this trash in the nearest receptacle."

"Haha haha hahaha! Spunk! You're funny."

"*appalled* carry my books!?"

"Chasity, come on! You're breakin my balls."

"You dont know me very well, do you??"

"Watch some p0rn! You'll see! Tell me im wrong dirty girl. Dont call me that!"

"My little dirty girl *that one audience member OHHH*"

"And his name is Jesus Christ!"

"Forbidden fruit, dick hole!"

"You can leave, but you wont, stay in your seat!"

max's lil dance when hes singing "better leave your hopes behind no ones gonna stop me" that leads into that lil airplane arms move

also including the dance move with kyle "you wont defeat his kind, never look in the eye"

"You can watch as i rise! I will claim what is mine!"

"Learn to multi-task!"

"Well, well. If its not my october surprise."

"Stephanie, please, I'd like to have an intelligent conversation with you. In other words, shut up."

"Hooow ominous"

"Hey that looks like my... phone. It is."

"Please daddy?"

"NOO!! *dives forward and shoves hand in the way* Did you just put your hand BETWEEN the hammer and the phone??? ...yeah..."

How... am i supposed to study withOUT LISTENING TO SPOTIFY!?!? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING?? YOU'RE KILLING ME WITH WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! If only, Stephanie. If only."

"This project's on thermo-dynamics. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"God! I just want someone to touch me! Anyone, PLEASE! Jesus! Calm down Ruth."

"Somebody walks to the office with Stephanie LauTer and suddenly he's Stefan Urquelle."

The way Richie Says peTe and uuusing you

"What was it like when she touched your arm? DID YOU CUM??? Ruth! Quit it!"

The way Richie says peTeR

"I'll never hold the real Rei and Asuka in my arms"

The way Pete says "Sorry!" To Ruth when his phone is ringing

The way Richie says TelemArkeTer

"NANI!?!?" *Ruth and Richie creeping towards Pete*

"What is she saying? What the FUCK is she saying!?"

"Oh my god!! Oh my god!! What's the matter with you guys!?"

"WEEOO WEEOO!!"

"I'm actually the smart one in the group, if you can believe that."

"Really Ruth? A star wars analogy? Need i go into why Attack On Titan is superior in EVERY possible way!?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! Excuse me? Uh, not you. Just these two FUCKING nerds that wont leave me alone."

"They dont call it a cram session for nothing! Watch some p0rn! You'll see!"

"You're telling me I gotta be funny, AGAIN? I didnt do it on purpose the FIRST time!"

The way Richie says opportunity. It sounds like opportudidy

"Thats your perspective"

"Oh whoa whoa oh"

Then again im deranged"

"What if people see me as someone other than who I am"

"If i can finally be cool i will know that im not a loser!"

"I'm the ruler!"

"OHHHH! *crowd cheers* SHUT UP!"

"EUGH!! So you're a POOR piece of shit then?"

"Well im sick of your sh-sh-shit"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP JASON!!"

"I dont give a fuck what she said! I did not consent to this rendez-voos!"

"I decide if Kyle can date Brenda. *turns to Jason* The answer's still no... by the way!"

"I willed it into existence"

"Im your God. Now on your knees, bitch. It's time to say your fuckin prayers! *cuts to the Chasitys* Amen!"

"Mmm, that house. What's wrong with it? Its haunted. Everyone says so."

"DAD GROSS!!"

"Mom will you pass the butt stuff? The butter. Butter. Will you pass the butter? Eheh I just want some head and butter. BREAD! BREAD! Bread and butt sex to go with this big shaft of meat im gonna choke down. Ohhhh boy. Oh criminy!"

"And theyre flyin reaaal low today"

"Some big, dumb, sexy, sweaty, hooot, football star"

The way Grace says "Hello??" When fantasy Max is calling her name

"Im hungry, and here you are brewing up a big ol' pot of dirty girl soup *siffs aggressively* ahhhh! My favorite!"

"You call my bath water dirty girl soup? This is wrong! This is sooo wrong"

"I know!" *max rips off his jacket and the crowd screams*

"I love... to FUCK!"

The entirety of Dirty Girl Soup song but extra extra emphasis on certain parts

"Hey boo, daddy needs a little of that dirty soup"

"You're lookin all filthy like, you know its wrong i know its right"

"I'll never ever tell ya to behave i am expecting you to be-betray me"

"Ima love you all night long" including Max's lil hip thing

"Oh! Dirty dirty girl wont you sing for me wont you love me like you dont care. (all of these esp the ones with Grace)

"Hey brute"

"Its clear you never stepped in a classroom" including Grace's lil dance move here

The way Grace says School

"For shame. I am expecting you to be-behave" including Grace's lil dance move here too

"On your knees pray along, if you wanna last until dawn"

And then the dirty dirty girl section including the dance

"RAH-AHH" *hand wave thing* and the second one of this too

"Got me hungry for more. Hungry for more."

"Im a im a im a good girl x4 WHO ON OCCASSION GETS DIRTY!!"

Again cue the dirty dirty girl bit + dance

Grace's lil shaky moan thing after "poisons the air"

"Damn these wandering hands! Damn these sinful loins!"

"This is a no-moan household!"

".....I'll get the plunger...."

"Girl! That must be so embarrassing for you."

"Standing up the mayor's daughter like he's got no fucks to give? Not gonna lie. Thats really sexy."

"Oh my god! The fucking bowtie kid??"

"Hey uh... dweeb! *both Richie and Ruth respond* yeah?"

"Oh shes touching meee! Luckyyyy!"

"Its better than i even imagined" *cute lil twirl*

"And what, pray tell, may that be, Stephanie?"

"God, you suck, Grace."

"Isn't this like breaking and entering? Im not breaking anything. My dad's the realtor!" *jingles keys*

"Hacked em to bloody bits!"

"PottyPants? How about PissyPants? Im not comfortable with the plan if it involves that kind of language."

"Im not comfortable with this place. Its not structurally sound."

"Don't bully me!"

The whole Bully the Bully song but extra extra emphasis on specific parts

Grace's lil snap and spin moment

"Petey gonna jump on out" *Pete's lil move here*

Ruth saying "we're gonna cut off his nips!" And then Richie's lil shimmy move

"Ahhhhahhhh"

"Richie the whole point is that its in the dark! Well then im gonna have to shoot the whole thing in a wide, and its gonna look like shit!"

"No! We're gonna be cool beans. We're gonna keep the beans cool. We're gonna gonna keep the beans, beans the cool, keep the beans, the cool, keep the beans, bean school. Beans school? Excellent!"

"I still wanna talk.... Hello...? Hello....? Hello? Who was that? My boyfriend! Sounded like a telemarketer. Okay, my EX boyfriend."

"You're the best friend ive ever had. Oh thats sad. I think im in love with you. Okay..." *walks away*

"Am i reading as ghost, or Lin Manuel Miranda?"

"You kinda look like that homeless guy from downtown. Ohhh. But that could still work, he gets pretty scary sometimes."

Ruth's lil butt wiggle

"I mean you could just hit it and quit it, bro! Yeah... I dont want to though... You're fuckin useless pete!"

When Max walks up and burps and says "i gott piss" and this does a cute lil bouncy move

"Oh shiiiit. Wheres that creepy music comin from?"

"do it alfuckinready"

"Who's there? Maaaaax Jagermannn. WHAT!?"

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Its a fuckin ghost!"

"Its time to stop running!" *chugs bear and smashes the can on his head and yeets it, then puts up his fists* "float over here ghost,* starts punching the air* im gonna kick your fucking ass!"

"Uhhh you cant fight me im an etheral being soooo... we'll see about that. Ima make you say boo-hoo, bitch! *charges at pete and pete runs away screaming* YESSSS I MAKE THE DEAD RUN IN FEAR!!! I AM JAGERMAAAAAN!!! I AM GOOOOD!!!! GOOO NIGHTHAWKS!!!"

*skele-ruth runs ins and does her lil scream thingy* "oh shit! Oh fuck! I didnt think there'd be a skele'en here! Im so fucking scared of skele'ens! Maybe i should just run! Where, Max?? Back home so Dad can call you a little cuck?? Can't even fight off one lousy skele'en?? No! I got not choice! Hey, Skele'en! I got a bone to pick with you, bitch!"

"It's working for me! He's sooo violent!"

Ruth's lil yelp after steph tells max to stop

"Steph we cant have a party here! This place is hella haunted!"

"It's all a prank. A trick to scare the shit out of you cuz you deserve it. What??? You're telling me you nerds put this whole thing together just for me? Wow. I though you guys hated me. But thanks. This was really great. You're not pissed? Oh! Are you kidding?? Nonono this is like THE nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"Ohhhh! And the skele'en. Oh. That was really special" *Max bows to Ruth*

"Look what you fuckin nerds made me do! I pissed my fucking pants! ....mission accomplished???" *Pete signaling to cut it out and Ruth and Grace behind him like wtf Richie*

"This wasnt murder! And it wasnt an accident! It was an act of God!"

"Oh yeah! Like thats gonna hold up in court! He was smote!"

Grace's snap and spin again and Richie groaning "oh nooo shes snapping again!!"

"We're gonna hack all his limbs off! Did you say hack all his limbs off?? Yeah! We're gonna hack all his limbs off!"

"You want me to films this!?!?!?!"

"Aaahhhahhhh"

"Thank god Max is gone. Wasnt he your friends?? YEAAAAHHHH but he forbade me from dating, AND he wrecked my dad's Ski-Doo. FUCK that guy."

"Good news! You passed the test?? With flying colors! Oh-ho! Aaaaaa C+"

"Ya know, this is really your C+. Oh... Steph... you can keep it. It'd really bring down my GPA."

"No, Jagerman doesnt let nerds go to footba-... huh... you know maybe i will."

"Go, go Nighthawks! We'll take the fight unto the victors go the spoils! Go, go Nighthawks! We're taking flight we are the leaders and the royals! AHH-AHH!" Including the lil bird wing flappy thing

"N! I-G! H-T! AHH-AHH! KS!"

And the dudes in the background goin "Night! Hawks! Night! Hawks! Fly!"

"Fuuuck you Clivesdale go get fucked! You're fuckin losers, and we'll kill you! Kill your ass!"

They're my bros for life!"

Richie struggling to take off the mascot costume

"Ohhh. I remember what /I/ said. Do you? You FUCKIN NERD?"

"That aint good news for you, ya bitch"

"You shouldve joined the smoke club, you nerdy prude! NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE! *cue Jon bein fuckin goated at imitating a levitation* Nerdy prudes must diiiie!"

"I want you to repeat after me. Okay... Who will pray for me? Who will pray for me? When im gone? When im gone? Until another Richie, comes along. Can you repeat that one? WHO WILL PRAY FOR MEEE WHEN IM GONNNE OR IS THIIIIS THE ETERNAL DARK WITHOUT A DAWN! Who will pray for you? Who will pray for me? When your body's gone? When my body's gone? This is the consequence for what you've done! I'M NOT A LOSER! WHAT DID YOU SAY!?! ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏᶦˡˡ ᵐᵉ. Im not a nerdy prude. Im not a loser! Of course nooot, Richiiie."

“He wasn’t sexy at all… MAMA IM CURED!!!”

“Shoot n shinola!”

“Mornin Daaaaadddy!”

“You don’t say? You don’t say! Welllll I’ll be down there in a jiffy! What did they find dad? They didn’t say!”

“Gosh! I hope it’s not termites! Haha”

“Ohhhh heck. I’m so heckin fudged!”

When the gang is getting called to the principals office and Pete just says “oh no” in like a monotone-y way

“Dont look at me! Get your hands out of your pockets! ….sorry sir….”

The reluctant “go nighthawks”

“Shut the fuck up Ruth!”

“We lost to CLIVESDALE!! FUCKIN *kicks chair* CLIVESDALE!!!”

“Yeahhh… thanks for NOTHIN!!!”

“Yes Ruth! We are fucked!”

“People tell me to die everyday!”

“Someone spilled the beans! All our cool beans!”

Again Ruth’s “Don’t bully me!!”

Pete’s lil “no” when Grace accuses him

“I’m gonna get those pigs off our backs!”

“Shock! Despair! Tragedy!"

“I’ve never known darker times, and I covered the protest live at the Hatchetfield Kennel! I am Dan Reynolds! With action news, week days at 10pm.”

And down down down down, who’s swinging the hatchet now in hatchet town! Someone’s got their hands on the hatchet handle. Swingin on the youth it’s a hatchet scandal. Careful or your folks will end up a cannibals plate. It ain’t great! You’re better on the run than you are hiding, suddenly this quiet town’s exciting.”

“I heard that their brains were soup, their intestines cut in two. So it’s gotta be Donna! What??? Yeah it’s gotta be Donna! DAAAAN!?!?!”

“I certainly don’t LOVE killing”

“Barry’s on the loose and he’s got a gun, and he’s got a motive to kill. IM IN A HURRY!!!”

“Get your hands off me!!!”

“Careful or your kids will end up on Charlie’s plate. Excuse me?? He just ate! How dare you!”

“Singing all these songs gives him greater windows to kill, but we’re singing still!!”

And now THIS PART. The ENTIRETY OF BRYCE CHARLES’ SOLO. It’s fucking transcendent!!!

“Until GERALD! went on his murder spreeeee! I KNEW IT WAS GERALD!! Linda, call my lawyer. Let’s kill him!!”

“Can I shit or will I drown??”

“Ohhhh barbecue monologues, eh? I saw that in New York. Really? How was it? Fuckin ✨transcendent✨”

Joey's whole monologue thing here but extra emphasis on “Every Kah-bob”

“I wanna remember who I am….”

Trevor’s “My barbecue!”

*ruth throws hands up* “I guess!”

“Betcha I could do it! Betcha I could!”

“in my dream, it’s MY barbecue!” *ruth’s little arm wave thing*

“How can something be medium AND well?”

“All of the trappings of the well to-do!”

“And life is fine, if only it were mine.”

“Judge me!”

“And the world’s a stage, when you’re middle of age.”

“It’s well done on the outside, not within! OOOH!”

“Oh ohhh just for once! Just for once! Just for oooooonce!”

Ruth’s cute lil tap dance move

“I used to dance. I used to dance”

“Oh nooo my anxiety *gags* I’m gonna hurl!”

“I believe your next line is AAAAHHHH”

“Project Ruth! They can’t hear you in the back row! Ow, my butt! You’re splitting me in two!”

Max slowly putting the “underwear” over Ruth’s head and then petting her

“Take a bow, bitch!”

The theater director’s dramatic screaming

“No nonono! You can’t do this to me okay?? This isn’t my fault! This isn’t my plan! Woah woah woah who’s place was it Grace? IT WAS GODS PLAN!! And now he’s leaving me out to dry! DO SOMETHING YOU SON OF A BITCH!!”

“Don’t! FOLLOW ME!”

“And he gives me his numberrrr! Very smooth!”

“EXCUSE ME! *audience screaming* I have been waiting for what feels like five fucking years and I STILL have not received my goddamn hot chocolate! Sorryy sir *deadpans fake spitting* here you go. …thank you….”

“MY dad sells women’s shoes!”

“Don’t spin this back on meee”

“Because you’re crazy about me. …..WHAT!?”

“On the first date, Steph? Have some respect for yourself!”

“If I loved you, you would know it. If I loved you, I would show it. If I love you like you should be loved. If I loved you like I’m capable of. If you were the one I’m thinking of, woah ohhh, oh babe I’d let you know”

“Wake me up when you turn eighteeeeen”

“LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS!” *shove*

“Did they buy it? Ha!”

“Gimme a cup of hot water, and make it strong!”

“Does your phone plan cover calls to hell?”

“She’s bisexual and dead! Where else would she be??”

*whips out gun* “JUST COOL YOUR BEANS, STEPH! Just cool em right the heck down!”

“Shut the front door, spankoffski!”

“SIR! DOOOO NOT APPROACH ME! GET YOU HANDS OUTTA YOUR POCKETS! PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN! HE’S GOING FOR A GUN!! *runs at paul*”

Pete’s “HOLY SHIT!!” When officer bailey rushes at Paul

“STOP RESISTING! STOP RESISTING!” *cue Emma screaming*

“You ruined our lives Grace!! I knowwww *sobbing* I just haven’t been thinking clearly lately. All I wanted was to be a regular girl, with no sexual desire, until she was safely married. I never asked for this tickle in my mommy spot. I’ve done so many terrible things, like touching myself and lying to the police. …..and dismembering a body….. well… we all did that, so…. But I called god a son of a b-word. Who am I!?!? *more sobbing* ohh.. it’s alright Grace. Don’t comfort her. She’s fuckin weird.”

“Stephanie, please. I’ve been bugging your phone since you were 12.”

“I don’t give a shit who you kill, but you just HAD to go and do it in that house, didn’t you?”

“A book??”

“You mean… satan? Oh no… they’re much worse.”

“K-yuck, k-yuck, k-fuck!”

*head gets thrown on stage* *collective screams* “Damn you miss tessburger! You were worthless!”

“Nerdy Prudes must die. That’s not me! I’m an elected official!”

“I can buy you beer!”

“I hate politics! It’s for NERDS!”

“Pete get behind me! I’ve got a gun! Steph, it’s a ghost… I don’t think that’s gonna do any good…. On the ground, bitch! I’m a cop!”

“Heck! Heck no!”

“Are you a woman of faith? Catholic. I’ll take that as a no.”

“He’s right there! WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“Pete, is she okay? Can you feel a pulse? I have no idea what I’m doing.”

The entirety of the summoning scene. It’s my favoritest part of the whole show.

Extra extra emphasis on “we don’t give a shit about your phone!”

Max’s slow mo run beat boxing to stop the bullet

“So you do know the Bible”

Grace taking her hair down and shaking it out

“Grace what are you doing?? SHUT YOUR FUCKING FART HOLE SPANKOFFSKI!! I wanna hear this! As you were saying Grace….”

“Brewin a pot of dirty girl soup, just for you! What?? Uhh, It’s what you call my bath water in my sexual fantasies. *GASP* that’s nastyyy….. I like it.”

“What… the fuck… is happening right now!?!?”

“GRRRR! I’ll be right back!”

The background dialogue of Grace and Max and then Peter saying “holy cow they’re doin it! Grace is having sex with a fucking ghost!”

Grace sauntering out and smoking a cigarette and saying “wooow I needed that” and then max being baby girl and swinging his legs in the air and saying “where you goin? Don’t you wanna cuddle a little bit?”

“I paid the price, now fuck off” *Grace twirl*

“Nonooooooowwwhatever! It was fuckin worth it!”

“What the fuck you just say to me!?!?”

“Mom said it would help me make friends. Boy was she wrong.”

“Liek eye dew”

“That was… absolutely disgusting!!”

Graces evil laugh “the souls of the pervs make me strong” more evil laughter

“DIRTY DUDES MUST DIE! DIRTY DUDES MUST DIIIIEEE!!”

“RUN YOU LITTLE BITCH”

“Darkness will spare my soul”

“Run dudes. RUN”

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Thamepo episode 2 thoughts (I am still sick and it's making me super emotional and I cried twice)

Po. Baby. You literally said “it's not just for work”, why would Thame think that you meant it that way. You told him you wanted to get to know him while looking right into his eyes with your big sad brown eyes and holding his wrist gently. Bffr, my guy 😆

Nvm, he's as oblivious as you are

Nvm that nvm, he's being a little shit lmao

Mick, you suck at your job; I just want you to know that

Hi, Joong!

“Do you like it when everyone thinks your a selfish ass?”

“Isn't it better that way?” Oof

I love Sammy and Drake so much

This cupping the chin thing is insane, actually?

Thame looks so sad at all times. William is killing this role

This company is not doing Mars and their relationship any favors, these poor boys

Ugh, did Thame get the members gifts on his own? Yep. Ouch. He's trying so hard. Thame, baby, I'm so sorry I called you a dick

Baifern being confused about how Po doesn't know anything is relatable, because I took am confused about how badly this record company seems to be run

I know that Po helps fix Mars’ relationship, but I didn't think that would start on episode 2, and it's making me emotional. He's such a good guy 😭

HE'S TOO SAD FOR HIS FAVORITE SOY MILK SOMEBODY FIX IT

Po giving Thame an outlet to express himself without a script, and bridge the space between him and his members – who he clearly cares deeply for – and also not letting him hide from himself, is so incredibly kind. I hope he also realizes that he's confronting his own hurt and confusion about his breakup through confronting Thame

The reassurance that Thame doesn't have to get out right the first time, that he doesn't have to be perfect and composed and put together is so important. That man is constantly vibrating with anxiety about projecting the right image, and he needs that permission and room to just be so badly

Following it up with the offer to write a script for him to follow, bit with his own words and feelings? Ugh.

Oh, Po. I sincerely hope you get to punch Earn in the face. Preferably with your actual first, but at the very least with your success and how idol boyfriend

Oh, so Pemika is evil and have the decision for Thame, and presumably let him take all the blame with the group, and undermined his confidence while emotionally manipulating him. Cool. I hope she chokes

They did a good job making it look like a bunch of young guys live in this house

Ugh. Thame is so, so lonely, and all the people that are supposed to be taking care of him have so utterly failed to actually see him, and he just wants his friends back, but he doesn't think he deserves it and I am going to scream

Oh, Thame is already imprinted (and also deeply lonely), following Po to the suit shop so they can keep talking

If Thame is going out of the country for a few weeks, is Po just going to fix Mars' while he's gone?

Oh. Thame’s face when Po said his ex told him his job wasn't good enough. That boy is ready to Fite. And I hope he gets a chance to

Po being shocked to get a compliment about his job and who he is as a person? Ouch. I'm gonna fight a fictional ex boyfriend

(Ffs I should've watched this on the computer and not the TV, so many fucking ads without an ad blocker)

This is long, have a read more

Thame being so happy about the possibilities presented by the group house not being empty hurts all my feelings

Po telling Thame he's a good leader, but also gently calling him out for not trying to fix things with the other members, and Thame looking long his whole world is changing, and then staring at the suit that Po fixed I SEE YOU NARRATIVE METAPHOR

his promise was to make everyone what's wishes come true 😭😭😭

PO SPEAK UP FOR YOURSELF WITH THE SANDWICH MAN FFS

Suit Uncle, I love you. “Just tell him he died” lmao

I'm fine, I'm just crying about a sandwich, I guess? (And about a sad man who is used to shouldering all the responsibility asking for help, and an equally scared man who isn't used to being valued reaching out to help him)

[theknightlywolfe]

There is something called The Garden on the TV that started after what I had on for background noise and I have been watching for less than 5 minutes and already identified three separate fundamental failings of thought process in the participants. Things that anyone who has done a performance troupe or organized a pride knows will kill your project faster than outsiders/haters or financial shortcomings.

1) People need to feel they own something. If you make people work and take away all their accomplishments in the name of "community" you will burn them out. The work itself should be theirs. They should feel "buy in" not "used".

2) If your members come from different backgrounds you need to respect that long enough to form a common ground. That's great that you two are fine with nudity and swinging and public sexual activity but you *cannot* force that on the whole of the community. Parts of the community who are of the same mindset can join you and create a space for it, just as others can create a space for their needs. That is why prides used to have enclosed BDSM sections, so all sections of the community could connect with like minded people in it without trampling the comfort level of others (and it is sad that the prudish side has now trampled over that and look at all the problems we have with sexual expressions in the queer community now because of it).

3) "We can do whatever we want" is not true. You can do whatever you want *to yourself*. You cannot demand others to make and give nothing. You cannot take and not return. Like "the customer is always right" is a bastardization that changes the meaning, the reality is you can do whatever you want "in matters of taste". If you are a commune off the grid, you cannot not farm, you will starve. You can farm what you want, but the human body has basic needs your farming better meet or you will die of malnutrition or complications from. You can handle your waste however you want, but you better handle it and safely.

While typing this up there a fourth.

4) You cannot just build for next month, you also need to build for next year. (And vice versa) Apparently this group has been going for five years in storm country and haven't built a single safety structure to ride out storms. Clearly you people aren't actually off grid, and either you just keep fleecing cycles of new members for the cash that has kept things running or someone(s) in charge is lying about how they get through a full year.

This isn't "commune or cult" it's hippies without a clue and at least one wanna be cult leader actual fact abuser. And it is very clear that the people with an actual idea of what is needed to build a self sufficient community leave out of frustration or by being thrown out for being a threat to power.

An actual cult usually manages to build shit.

[himi-wiz]

Retrieved tags from @itotypes and gosh that's so well put I'm that compelled to write stuff so hi! I love you! (platonically)

I honestly don't have to be a Mori apologist to affirm the idea that it's never purely black and white with any of the organisations shown in BSD.

While overall the cleanest organisation is the Armed Detective Agency, half of them have blood on their hands including the president Fukuzawa himself and quite a few other members show little to no sign of remorse when they put innocent lives at risk if it meant for necessity or for protecting a loved one.

- Kyouka killed for Atsushi when she had to. Granted she's a scared kid that needs help.

- Tanizaki notably has no issue tricking a truck to hurl at John and Lovecraft in order to save his sister.

- Ranpo developed Fyodor's ways and willingly took in the Conjurer's methods himself for the sake of protecting the Agency and he has no issue threatening to expose Mushitarō's author friend's legacy to the public that might defame the late author's dream, a notably cruel thing to do for a member of the Agency that prides itself on using their members' kindness. It's implied if tested enough Ranpo might be willing to make further sacrifices like Fyodor.

- Slight BSD Manga Mersault spoilers:

Dazai happy wanting Fyodor dead or whatever he's daydreaming in the Fyozai smiling manga panel is. (Can't tell with the suicidal idiot whether he's happy he's dying or he's happy he's dragging Fyodor to his death).

The government in BSD has been shown to be capable of corrupted and cruel acts, particularly through Dark Era, Dead Apple and BSD Gaiden's mentions of higher-ups choosing the easiest and unethical routes to eliminate troublesome blemishes.

For the Special Division —

- The setup and cover up of the Arahabaki Incident aftermath whereby the government obtained and sealed the entity 'Arahabaki' in a child through series of experiments so artificial abilities can be created through combining both abilities and otherworldly entities, resulting in a giant crater from the mess where slums were formed in Suribachi City.

- releasing Shibuzawa during the Dragon Head's Conflict,

- having the Port Mafia deal with Mimic in Dark Era instead of resolving the terrorist group themselves

Other Governmental Agencies and Militaries (Includes other countries)

- The existence of the Seventh Agency, a criminal organisation created by the government to hide scandals, political crimes cover-ups, illegal tactics that regular government workers would not normally comprise, is extremely questionable.

- Whatever the hell is the Great War. Haha. Hahaha. Also Mori please sit the fuck down you're the worst. Yes, your plan on Tokoyami Island is effective and reduces casualties yes but that's so damn stupid and you ruined a perfectly lovely kind girl.

- A lab in Germany was researching Abilities and attempted to create a Singularity without multiple ability users. The project entailed the creation of man-made Ability users, artificial humans implanted with Abilities resulting in them being able to manipulate gravity. France used it to create an artificial human known as Paul Verlaine while Japan has an abducted Nakahara Chuuya (see Arahabaki Incident) and well, we know how that turned out.

- (BSD) Japan's Ministry of Japan is a doozy. In canon we have Tonan Tanzou debuting in S4 Hunting Dogs who harbors a deep hatred towards Yukichi Fukuzawa for assassinating his father and other war hawks who supported the continuation of war during the end of the Great War.

By extension, the Armed Detective Agency is targeted and dude is so willing to resort to any means getting his vengeance(!!!) that he's been gathering evidence to expose the detectives past crimes and humiliate them after the whole sacred ceremony thing.

- In Gaiden, Sakashita is a deputy director or the Ministry of Justice who's capable of using other people just to kill his rivals - just to achieve what he want.

Also look at his ugly mug.

- [BSD S5 Spoilers below (Mostly EP 3 and vague manga ones)]

In Season 5, Fukuchi turns out to be Kamui, the mastermind behind the Decay of Angels while simultaneously being the the greatest military hero. He later revealed to have went through so much torture "from the torturers' side" he was compelled to rid the world of the 'angels' aka the politicians. God damn sir. Why.

But that's how you do know the politicians are kinda shit huh.

Though they aren't shown to be all bad, merely human like with that one politician guy who expresses admiration for Fukuchi and looked to him as a hero bitterly telling him he needed to get rid of his figurines now and Fukuchi apologising. I can't remember if that's spoilers or not, help.

Chief Taneda is quoted by Ango to follow an utilitarianism ethic preferring to sacrifice a single life for the peace of thousands lives and has likely been one of the superiors involved in releasing Shibuzawa during the Dragon's Head Conflict and agreeing to giving a Special Ability licence to the Port Mafia, both decisions that result in lives lost for the sake of peace for the general public and against the Law.

But when this sacrifice includes his own, it's then complicated deciding whether his legacy is "Good" or "Bad" but at the very least it's respected by Ango enough for him to step up and vow vengeance for Taneda.

Everytime someone brings up how Chuuya is a bad person cause he stayed with the PM while others left always makes me wonder if they forget that others left because they had someone guide them or some opportunity to leave.

For Kyouka it was Atsushi, for Dazai it was Oda, for Yosano it was Ranpo and Fukuzawa's support. Koyou tried and had her chance taken away from her that left her bitter and terrified of leaving or letting others leave, Chuuya's chance more or less died with Murase. Like bro...even Mori took over out of necessity cause he had to uphold the tripartite system and the old boss was destroying not just the mafia but the city itself. (Reminder the mafia protects the city where the law and the ADA cannot, the Mafia can cross lines that neither of the other two can to protect the city).

Everyone in the light is there because someone or something guided them there and literally no one feels superior to the other for their morality and virtue. I see people constantly present Kunikida as this pretentious morally superior guy but he isn't, he'd kick morals to the curb if he felt that was the right thing to do.

Everyone in bsd functions on a very personalized set of morals. They exist in shades of gray and anyone leaning too far towards right or wrong is often portrayed as an extremist and an antagonist.

[captainsophiestark]

Subtext

Enzo St. John x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Prompt: “I never said that!”

Summary: Y/N and Liv Parker have ended up with an absolutely terrible group project partner for one of their Whitmore classes. When Y/N texts her boyfriend to complain about it, however, he may or may not have a good solution to the problem.

Word Count: 1,810

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Alright, so I was thinking we could-"

"Oh shit, wait, I just had a great idea!"

I clenched my teeth and fought the urge to strangle Brendon, the only male and non-supernatural-adjacent member of my group project. Across the table I could see Liv Parker, my other group member, fighting to resist the same.

We'd been put in a group project together for one of our Whitmore classes, and although Liv and I had occasionally been on opposite sides of the supernatural drama, we'd quickly formed an alliance to deal with Brendon. He'd established himself as a total asshole who talked over both of us, restated our ideas pretending they were some new thing he'd come up with, and blatantly ignored everything else we said. He was the enemy, and as soon as this group project was over, I was never going to speak to him again.

I pulled out my phone under the table while Brendon droned on, laying out something stupidly simple like Liv and I needed careful explanations of every step. I glanced between her and my phone, and I could see in her eyes that she was daydreaming about using a little magic to get some slow, painful revenge.

I pulled up the text thread between me and my boyfriend, Enzo, and quickly typed out a message:

Me: Brendon is back on his bullshit again

I'd been complaining about Brendon to Enzo pretty much since the first day of the group project. I looked up to check back in with him and Liv, but he was in the middle of trying to diagram out one of the simplest possible concepts from class on a paper. My phone buzzed with an incoming text, and I happily went back to ignoring him.

Enzo: Do you want me to kill him for you?

I snorted, then quickly brought a hand to my face to try and hide the laugh. I looked up to find Brendon shooting me a dirty look.

"Y/N, you have to pay attention."

"Believe it or not, Brendon, I already know how to do the shit we went over ten times in class."

He scoffed, then segued back into his explanation. I looked at Liv in disbelief, and she gave me an over dramatic eye roll.

Ignoring Brendon, I looked back at my phone to respond to Enzo. If I didn't respond in the next few minutes, Enzo might mistake my silence as an affirmative answer to his question.

Me: NO. I've literally never answered yes to that question

Enzo: I keep waiting for the day

I rolled my eyes, then sent him the eye roll emoji. I had no doubt Enzo really would take somebody out for me if I asked him to, and to be honest, I wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Enzo: So you don't want me to do anything?

Me: I want you to let me whine about him

The typing bubble appeared and disappeared a few times, then finally another message came through.

Enzo: And there's not ANYTHING else

Me: Enz, we've been dating long enough that I feel like you know I'm not going to say 'come here and terrify the shit out of him with your vampire face'

Me: Like... you know that's not going to happen

I waited a few minutes for Enzo's reply, but the response bubbles never popped up again. He'd either gotten distracted, or was just disappointed that I wasn't going to turn him loose on my classmate. Oh well. He'd be fine.

I looked back up, deciding it was finally time for me to tune back into this meeting so we could hopefully actually get something done. Liv looked on the verge of finally snapping and murdering Brendon, so I jumped in to cut off his current lecture.

"Alright, Brendon, this is great, but I think we need to focus on actually making progress with our project-"

Before I could continue (or, more likely, before Brendon could interrupt me), a blur shot into the room and ripped Brendon out of his chair. I whirled around once I realized what had happened to find Enzo suddenly in the room, holding Brendon against the wall by his throat with his fangs bared.

"Hello, Brendon," he said, every syllable dripping with venom. "I heard you've been a bit of a dick to my girlfriend in the course of this project."

I glanced at Liv, who had the biggest possible grin on her face as she watched everything unfold. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, then pushed back out of my chair and moved towards my boyfriend.

"Enzo!" I shouted. He turned to me, eyebrows raised, and Brendon looked between the two of us in terror. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"You said you wanted me to take care of this idiot for you," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So that's what I'm doing."

"Why didn't you call him sooner?" called Liv from across the room. She'd kicked her feet up on the desk to watch events unfold like she was in a movie theater.

"I never said that!" I cried, ignoring Liv. Enzo raised an eyebrow, then continued to hold Brandon against the wall with one hand as he reached into his pocket for his cellphone with the other.

"You said, and I quote..." He cleared his throat, then read from his phone. "I'm not going to say 'come here and terrify the shit out of him with your vampire face'."

He looked back up at me like that was the ultimate checkmate, but I just threw my hands up to emphasize that he'd just made my point, not his own.

"Love, you were saying loud and clear with your subtext that you were never going to say it outright, but that that's exactly what you wanted me to do!"

"I- oh my God." I slapped a hand to my forehead, trying to comprehend the situation we'd just ended up in. I shook my head as my hand fell back to my side and looked at Enzo in disbelief. He still clearly couldn't believe I wasn't supporting his reading of my text. "Babe, you can't just go around doing this to people. My text was supposed to remind you of that. Like, I'm never going to say it because you can't just do that to people you don't like. Not that I'm never going to say it as in I secretly want you to do it without me outright admitting it!"

"Well that's boring," said Enzo with an eyeroll. Brendon whimpered as my boyfriend's disapproving gaze fell back on him. Enzo held his stare for a few beats, and just when I thought Brendon might have a heart attack, Enzo looked back at me. "So you really want me to just wipe his memory and let him go back to being an asshole?"

I paused, staring at Enzo as I turned the options over in my mind. Morally, that would probably be the right thing to do. But the thought of sitting through the rest of this two hour meeting with Brendon being a dick for the entirety of it, not to mention the rest of our month-long project? I couldn't quite take it.

I took a deep breath and gave Enzo a meaningful look.

"Yes... I want you to wipe his memory."

Enzo stared at me for a few beats, and as my words sunk in and I held his stare, a shit-eating grin slowly rose on his face as he realized what I was trying to communicate.

"You know love, moments like this are why I read so much into your texts."

I shrugged. "That's fair."

With that, Enzo turned back to Brendon and looked him dead in the eyes. I noticed Liv shifting forward in her seat out of the corner of my eye, now that things had gotten slightly more interesting, but I didn't take my eyes off my boyfriend as he began his compulsion.

"You are going to completely forget everything that's happened over the past ten minutes, especially me," he said, his tone firm. "And you are also going to stop interrupting people during project meetings. You will listen closely to Y/N and Liv, and if they have a good idea, you will recognize it. And you will not waste anyone else's time by explaining concepts, facts, and knowledge that they already understand. If they don't ask you to explain it, don't explain it."

With that, he quickly broke eye contact with Brandon and turned back to me.

"Anything else?"

"I mean, it'd be kind of nice if he were on time more often."

Enzo grinned, then turned back to Brendon. "And make sure you're on time for group project meetings."

He held Brendon's stare for another beat, letting the menacing vampire powers really take full effect, then he dropped Brendon and took a few steps back. He, Liv, and I all had ridiculous grins on our faces, and despite the moral gray area, I couldn't help being happy with what we'd done.

"Alright love, I'm out of here," said Enzo, coming to give me a quick kiss before heading for the door. "I'll pick you up after study group with coffee!"

"I love you!"

He grinned and waved over his shoulder as he headed out the door, and I found a smile on my own face as I rejoined Liv at the table. She raised an eyebrow at me, giving me a look that clearly said Really? I just shrugged.

After another few moments, Brendon finally snapped out of his stupor. He seemed confused to find himself standing in the corner of the room, but shook it off and rejoined Liv and I at the table. He cleared his throat and quickly retook his seat, looking from me to Liv to our project and back again.

"Alright, uh, so... where were we?"

"I was just about to share an idea I had about what we could do for the first part of our project," I said.

Brendon nodded. "Great, let's hear it."

I smirked and glanced across the table at Liv. She gave me a little nod of recognition and appreciation, and with that, I started laying out my idea. Brendon didn't interrupt me once, and he proved to be a much better, more manageable group member for the rest of the session.

When Enzo picked me up after we'd finished working for the day, we shared a knowing smile as Liv and Brendon headed in their own, separate directions. Sure, sometimes Enzo and I weren't perfectly on the same page, and it led to some complicated misunderstandings. But the majority of the time, we were perfectly in sync. And the two of us working in perfect harmony made a wonderfully terrifying pair.

[legendaryoikawa]

haikyuu boys as part of the mafia + how he met you

note: i just thought of this while im washing the dishes HAHA. female reader insert. also happy birthday to the ultimate baby bokuto 🥺💖

warnings: nsfw, mention of violence, grammar issues because im dumb asf

bokuto kotaro 

decoy/manipulator

has a two persona that is best used especially when he is in the midst of a deal

even though he’s a decoy, it is enough to send a rival down to his knees and beg for his mercy

Because bokuto doesn’t show tiny bit of his mercy especially when his dominating side takes over him

Is a good manipulator. To the point that you would have constant nightmares with just the slip of his words.

Good with his hands. Quite aggressive. Yet he plays his cards elegantly like the man he is.

you met him in a luxurious casino. you were the attendant of his table and you could always note how fast his mood changes and it was scary. you carefully stacked the chips in front of him, feeling the heavy weight of his stern gaze. you saw from your peripheral how his hands slid down the edge of the mahogany. “play with me.”

you didn’t answere and continued on organizing the stacks for a new game as per bokuto’s request but he repeated those words again, “play with me. you. im talking to you.”

and you did. he lost. and that’s what made you terrified even more. he grew dejected and stormed out of the casino like a raging tsunami.

that didn’t made bokuto happy at all, so he made sure to find you so he could play with you once more. it didn’t caused him a sweat when he found out where your apartment complex is. and his words have shaken you when he laid the stacks of money on your table and said, “play with me. the loser gets to kiss the winner, if you’ll allow it of course.”

there’s something with his words that are like witchcraft spells. and you found yourself nodding, yes.

daichi sawamura - 

the kingpin. 

daichi is the leader of the mafia group: karasuno or better known as their alias ‘lethal crows’.

 daichi is born into the syndicate. so he doesn’t get caught up unlike amateur people in the black world. 

undergone strenuous training just to prove himself as the worthy kingpin. 

he often orders the assassination and criminal deals. 

he isn’t as ‘intimidating’ like how people expect kingpins to act, but daichi has his own way that makes people so afraid of him. if he wishes to kill on the spot, he kills. even if you’re something important, if you annoyed him to the edge, you’re six feet deep.

however, one flaw of daichi is that he prioritizes his members that he doesn’t oversees the barriers coming his way. 

you met him during this time when curiosity get the best of you. you entered this fancy yet abandoned building in hopes of scavenging something that was left by its past owners. however, no treasure came to your view, rather a drug deal with bunch of rogue looking guys.

“daichi?” you were so shocked to see your co-worker in an expensive designer coat sitting in this throne like chair with stack of bills piled in front of him. he isn’t the typical guy you were used to seeing: the goofy guy in the fryer with his greasy apron. 

you didn’t expect him to be so, different.

“who’s this?” tanaka rose up to his seat. cracking his knuckles while giving you a dangerous look. 

“let her enjoy her remaining life as a free citizen. after this..” he counted the bills and paused at look at you, “you’re coming with me.”

akaashi keiji 

weaponry/gadgets specialist

Quite reserved.

He is often hired to big projects but he would turn it down if it requires his apperance.

No matter how much his members push him to bite off the job he wouldn’t, not unless he works up in the roofs, alone.

Usually works in the shadows. Where his identity is hidden.

Ask him about any weapon, he’ll have an answer in a few.

give him a vague description of a bomb, he’ll have it ready, ticking, for you.

he met you when you walked into his first walked in his gang’s base, with your red stilettos clicking aggressively against the marbled tile. then comes the second meeting and the third till you’ve both made good acquaintances. you liked him. for both his smart mouth and big dick. if he wasn’t just too difficult to persevere.

but you could see that way his breath hitched the moment you walked in with your fitted versace dress. which made you cocky from head to toe.

he could note the way your lips tugs upward as you scan the whole interior of the place. you didn’t need it though as you know every curvature of the place. you were just that shit going around him so you could give him a good view of yourself that he refused indulge in.

you stopped midway to stare at him from head to toe then back to his pretty face. gaze fixated on his kissable lips. despite your urge to kiss him up, you decided to tease, “give me something bold.”

“pardon?”

“you heard me, akaashi.”

and he gave you a fancy handgun, a caliber. however that wasn’t your request. you pulled his shirt and whispered to his ears, “i said i want something bold. want me to spell it out for you? A-k-a-a-s-h-i”

and you walked away. just like that and things just became bold in your apartment complex.

oikawa tooru 

underboss/ loverboy

Smooth talker. Usually uses his pretty face as an advantage to get something off girls that swoon over him.

he is quite unpredictable as well.

he approached you out of nowhere in the met gala and you were forced to be in his own disposal. he isn’t really a headache to deal with. but you aren’t here to flirt around especially with pretty boys like him. there is something in him that is similar with a ticking bomb. so best is to admire guys like him at a distance.

however, oikawa is determined to chase over you. because you are like a diamond in a room full of charcoal.

he approached you immediately when you stopped by in the concession stand to nurse yourself a cocktail.

“fancy a dance, miss?”

you looked at him. oikawa tooru. beautiful as they say but you immediately walked away.

oikawa smirked to himself, “if you just don’thold a precious information. i wouldn’t chase over a doll like you.”

tendou satori 

head of intelligence

can predict the moves of the rivalry gang

so in result they end up getting butchered thanks to tendou’s half assed predictions.

guess monster

the boys entered the room with a agitated expression painting their faces.

tendou raised a brow and looked at the boy filling in their ammos. “what’s up boys?”

“we got played.”

tendou grinned. “oh, interesting. who pulled an ace card?”

“y/n of the yakuza.”

tendou made sure to track you down for meddling in his play.

kyoutani kentaro 

torture specialist

All the dirty work is assigned to him

But kyoutani is quite carefree with his job, to the point where oikawa needs to step in to clean after his mess.

he is really brutal when it comes to finishing a rat pack from a rivalry gang and he gives no mercy.

knows every possible way of killing

but he fancies using the bat since it can strengthen his arm strength and it’s practical.

loves the sound of metal clashing with hard skull with the splasing sound of fresh blood slightly staining his skin.

you were both childhood sweethearts. however, you were the only one pursuing him because he doesn��t want to commit anything to you. not until you found out about him and his crucial job out of accident and he was forced to confess to you, and it was the reason why he don’t want to accept your heart.

one time he went home and he couldn’t find any trace of you. panic coursed through his veins when he heard your cries over the line.

“fucking touch her and i will drench all of you in boiling acid.”

ushijima wakatoshi 

hand to hand combatant

people are usually afraid of him because of how he could flip people off easily without drenching a sweat

he has the capability to run a whole gang just by himself

but he would just rather go and fight fist first

and chill afterwards

both of you met when you were scouted as a new member and part of the group’s test is to have a hand to hand combant against wakatoshi.

you were mortified when he approached you. with his large built and driving aura.

“ready?” he asked lowly.

“no?”

he raised a brow, “i bet.”

and he let you win just so you would get accepted in the gang.

tanaka ryuunosuke

hand to hand combatant

really moody

aggressive and violent

could kill with just the use of his hands, alone. 

but he has his soft moments too but this happens when the moon turns blue.

you were tasked to be his sparring mate. and to be frank, you were really spooked and frightened that you won’t get out of the arena, working let alone, alive. 

and to see him up close, it was really, a deal. he’s tall, with a slim yet broad frame, and really is intimidating. he gave you a look and ruffled your hair. 

“i don’t hurt girls.”

that was the first time you saw him smile. rumors said he never did. 

sugawara koushi 

consigliere

smart shit. 

he’s usually responsible for the activities of the group.

master at hiding the illegal stuff away from prying eyes

and a genius at continuing the legal stuffs even though it’s just for a front

he is also the adviser of the kingpin, especially at plans and deals on heists and forgery

at some point, he is the official diplomat for Japan.

he met you when he is trying to study the floor plan on the central bank. he was in this beige tux, with his gray hair brush up to give justice to his whole other persona. 

you came up to him and offered him installation plans and bank deals perfect for a bachelor like him. 

he gave you a smile, “i will be meeting you soon.”

and he did. in a creepy dali mask and a red overalls. “i told you, i will be back.”

iwaizumi hajime 

sniper

he goes with codes to maintain his anonymity

he works like a black panther, often sleek yet deadly

even the police couldn’t catch up with his hideous crimes because he never leaves unwanted trails behind

kills in his own special way

one time, he made someone swallow a C-4 and stitched his neck leaving it looking so grotesque

and boom, red, bloody like a slaughter house

he once made his way onto one of oikawa’s fancy bar to unwind. however, things went distrupt when there was a sudden shootout. he was beyond amused at how petty the shooters were aiming down at him. it was full of chaos.

he ducked down to fill in his ammos but he could see a figure crouched down underneath the satin cloths drench haphazardly above the tall tables.

he yanked the cloth and saw you there, looking lost as fuck. “what the hell are you doing here?!”

your eyes widened at the sight of the handsome man looking down at you as if you’re some unknown species. “uhm— chilling?”

he repeated your words. “chilling? in a middle of a fucking shoot out?”

“yo. i was lost okay? i don’t know where the exit is”

he grabbed you and threw his arms over your head so you’re protected from the stray bullets ricocheting over the place. “you’re a fucking goner.”

—

i hope you guys like this 🥺💖💖

[stuckybarton]

Sucker For Pain i

SUMMARY: You were new to the team, but what everyone didn't know was you weren't so new to the God of Mischief. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Ex!Reader [Ex to Lovers again?] WARNINGS: Profanities. Suggestive Themes. Slight Angst and horrible self-image. Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] WORDS: 2,956 CHAPTERS: [1/3] A/N; Life happened and yeah, didn’t have much time to write. Not my best work for this mini-series, but I’m fighting through for this. Hope you guys enjoy~

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"Agent Y/N Y/L/N." You introduced yourself the first moment you were escorted into the compound by Director Nick Fury. Multiple sets of faces both new and old had come to greet you. For a moment you wouldn't even believe that this is was the new life you would find yourself to be a part of from now on.

Years in the job for SHIELD before disappearing off the grid to get as much information about HYDRA, everyone had thought you had betrayed them and you had accepted that they would think so lowly of you after all the near-deaths you had to endure on the job. Even with the mission becoming more of a death wish, you had accepted the role Nick had given you all those years ago and now you were rewarded, immensely. A spot on the Avengers as part of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

The familiar face of Nat was the first to greet you with a hug. A fiercely tight one, it had been so long since you've seen a friend. Then your eyes fell towards the rest of the team; Bucky Barnes, who you had a few close encounters with during your time with HYDRA. You had witness everything they had done to him and stood on trail to clean his name. Steve Rogers, who, with Sharon Carter, had assisted in guarding Steve while SHIELD was still under HYDRA's control. But among the familiar faces, one stood out the most.

Loki Laufeyson.

To many, the man was a snake, a God that had once brought death and destruction in New York. But to you, he was different, this was the man that you had spent your lonely nights with while under the guise of a traitor. It had once just been a physically thing between the two of you, neither wanting to know about each other's lives. You knew he was a God, a man that had wronged the world, but he had never known about you, the woman that had painted yourself as a traitor for the better of the world. The one that had been called every name on the book for the sake of making sure you did your part right.

Then it got serious between the two of you. Admission of love was told between both of your lips. But it was dangerous for you two to be together especially when you were already told by Fury that you can come back to the surface. You didn't know what side he was on, and you did not have the heart to make him choose if the time would come.

So you two parted. A month ago. The pain still throbbing you like an unattended bullet hole right through your heart. It was still so painful to look at him and not remember him crumbling on his knees begging you to stay. The first sob that escaped his lips and forever haunted your dreams. A never-ending loop in the back of your head as your demons screamed at you for breaking an already broken man.

"I for one am happy you're finally here. Another woman to add to an already Man's Man world in the compound." Nat teased glancing towards the other individuals that had come to know the new face. "With introductions out of the way, you've got a lot of explaining to do for the past few years."

You could only smile at your friend. You did have so much to explain to her, things had been murky between you and Clint, but after everything, Nat had refused to believe you would betray them, betray her, and it was finally a relief to be able to return back home, seeing the people that mean the most to you.

"Tell me about it." You muttered allowing Nat to quickly pull your away from the crowd, but it missed your eyes how he was still looking. Ice blue eyes a contract to the burning gaze he had towards you.

Forget about him. Forget about him. You were here for a new opportunity. No him. Never him.

For the next few weeks, everyone had grown to accept you in your new role as part of the Avengers. You kept up with Steve, Bucky, and Sam during their runs. Sam more than happy to finally have someone that had the same pace as him, but only for you to laugh and out run him just to get a reaction out of the high flier. Tony and Bruce had also found a kinship in you, having provided them enough information about HYDRA's experiments and location made most of their missions easier. Then there was Nat and Clint, your confidant in this new life. Every single moment that was not dedicated to a mission was spent with them; may it be movie night or a simple get together outside the compound, often times bringing Wanda and Vision along just to mess with you and call you a 5th wheel of the group.

But among number of members on the team, everyone had noticed you constantly avoided one Thor Odinson and one Loki Laufeyson. The only real time you would even dare talk to either of the brothers would be during training--other than that, you tried your best to avoid them, Loki most especially. Every single moment that would force the two of you to be in the same room, Loki had a glare while you tried your best to avoid his gaze.

Everyone noticed, everyone didn't seem to worry too much. It comes with having a former-villain part of the team. They thought you would eventually get used to the God's presence just as much as they did.

"You ever gonna tell me what's going on between you and Loki?" Nat inquired avoiding your punch.

What you hated the most about sparring with Nat was her capability of multitasking. Talking and snooping about someone else's business while also kicking their ass in the process--this was the predicament you were in right in this very moment.

"Nothing is going on." You muttered landing back first on the mat after being thrown like a rag doll by Nat. Eyes looking at the ceiling, you wondered if it was a good idea to actually come clean to her about her past with the God of Mischief. "I know what he's done to New York and I think you can't blame me for taking precaution when it comes to him."

Nat now comes hovering on top of you, the narrowed eyes and gentle smirk was all you needed to know--she knew it was bullshit. But when she had stopped pushing you for more information, it was enough for you to just change the subject.

"They found Dominic?" You inquired. One of the first big missions that everyone was focusing on was one of the leading Scientist for HYDRA. With the exposure of HYDRA to the world, some of them had moved away and found themselves in much shadier company, much to everyone's radar now spiking.

Dominic Wagner was, in part, partially responsible for the Winter Soldier program in the modern era. One of the pioneers in moving the project into a much younger sets of test subjects. You lost contact with the man as soon as your got back into the surface, but it had also meant a target was on your back when they found out you were a double agent.

"He's in Russia. Wasting away all the funding for the program with parties" Nat points out. "Still a better way to spend the money that abducting kids everywhere."

You nodded, memories of files upon files for the prospects still haunted you to this day.

"When are you taking him out?" You inquired. In your time with the SHIELD, the red in both of your ledger had made you two a hot commodity if the situation present itself as shoot to kill. Neither of you would hesitate. You knew you would now, after everything, but if it means one less bad people in this earth, you would swallow your new morals.

"Fury wants him alive." She pointed out finally standing back up to her own two feet, leaving you on your back, staring at the ceiling in deep thought. "I know as much as you do, we want him dead for everything he has done, but we need him alive so we can get the others."

You nodded, this was one of the few things you had to get used to as part of the team. Death was best solution in SHIELD--at least in your team, not here. As long as you were part of Steve's team, you would need to choose whether or not killing would be the best option. Hope that you weren't so blessed to be given in your time under.

"I get a first shot when we don''t have any use of him anymore." You muttered finally standing back up with Nat's help. Steps faltering at the sight of the God of Mischief, training with the likes of Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes. A weird mix up, but wasn't hard to understand why.

"Why don't you shoot your shots with him for now." Nat teased, finally making you break from staring at the plain black shirt and green sweatshort-clad Loki Laufeyson. "If we try to ignore the death count during his attack, he is sort-of your type in men." Nat wiggled her brows. quick to avoid you as you attempted to swat her in the ass, eyes now turned away from God and his training partners.

"By type, you mean psychotic with possible Daddy-issue? Then you might just be right." You snort.

"I'm offended you think of me as such, Darling"

Jerking your head to the owner of the voice, how the hell did he sneak up behind you without you noticing. You glanced at Nat in panic and like the traitor that she was, made a terrible excuse of being needed in Bruce's lab. Now being left in the man's presence, you could all but remember the last time you had been this close to the man.

Heartbreaks.

Words that you didn't mean.

Words that he didn't mean.

It still hurt you, and you were sure it hurts him just as much, if not more now, finally realizing why there had been a need for a breakup between the two of them all those weeks ago.

"Here I thought I would have someone to trust. You mortals continue to disappoint me." He hissed.

Your eyes glanced at the other training trio, noticing all three of them were in their own little world to even noticed what was going on between the two of them.

"Tell me, Darling..." He whispered, head leaning towards the shell of your ears. The familiar shiver run through your skin as just his voice. Memories of the very things his silver tongue had whispered had you flustered and breathless, more than from your earlier training with Nat. "Was it satisfying to play with a God?"

Before you could even mutter a word, his constantly gentle hand now covered your jaw, emitting a squeak from your lips and stopping you from saying a word. He was never this forceful, nor did he do anything that would hurt you. Was this the true nature of the man you had finally thought you have been the best part of you. To have loved a man that everyone was right to stay away from?

"Or is it shame finally coming to you, to be ever involved with someone like me?"

You tried to pry his hand away from you, but he was too strong--stronger than you could ever think of being.

"Or is this you taking your opportunity to move from one bed to another? Who will it be this time, Y/N? My oaf of a brother or will it be Soldier out of time? Who will you whore this time?"

And you finally snapped. With a resounding slap, all three individuals had heard your attack on the man and Loki finally releasing his hold on your jaws. A chuckle escaped his lips and only brought the first line of tears to fall from your eyes. You never wanted to believe him to be a monster, but here he was, proving her wrong.

"I am in doubt of the foundation of our relationship for the past years, Y/N. I am the God of Mischief and Lies and the only mortal I had ever truly opened to had done this to me. Lied to me for such a long time, lied about the entirety of our relationship."

"You will never understand."

"Oh no," he chuckled darkly, eyes glaring straight into your own. "I understand well enough to know, you would never love someone like me and I deserve every lie and heartache I am enduring because of everything I have ever done in my past."

Before you could defend yourself and the genuinity of your relationship with the God, he had made his excuse. Leaving you to ponder of the true damage of your breakup with Loki, and the aftermath it had now held for the both of you. He was right, you had lied, and either way, their relationship will fall apart because of those lies.

He was the God of Mischief and Lies.

Yet, he did not expect for this biggest lie to break him the most. The separation had been painful, he had always hoped for a better life with you. Then a month passed since your breakup, he sees you, it hits him like a sharp knife to the chest all over again. He experience the pain of a stab to the chest, but it would never compare to the pain of seeing you in this very compound with the truth of your life that you refused to ever open to him.

This was karma coming to haunt him it seems.

It had been well over a week now since the first time he had actually confronted you about everything. It wasn't how he planned for things to go through. He never wanted to hurt you, but he was a monster after all. A monster that his own father had told his people to avoid. A bedtime story to scare mischievous kids into submission.

He had always thought after everything he had to endure, had to do, had to escape, he could finally live a peaceful life. A life to finally start anew. A life where he could finally change for the best. A mortal woman had made him make those ideas come into reality, you had always became the reason why he would never have his redemption in life.

A bitter idea with no possible resolution.

How could he have ever believed that anyone would ever love someone like him? After everything he had ever done, he was never allowed to be loved. You had proved that somehow.

'Mr. Laufeyson, you are needed for a meeting with the team'

Breaking from his little bubble. He sighed finally returning back to reality, into the little comforts the library could give him. The week had been gruelling for him, three individual witnessed the altercation between himself and you. It had spread like wildfire, but thanking the Gods that no one was able to listen to the conversation.

He had to endure most of the questioning. In everyone's eyes, he was, after all, still under everyone's constant scrutiny. A man that no one could trust. But he refused to say a single word knowing you did the same thing. It was better to keep your mouth shut instead of letting people know exactly what had happened. Somehow that brought a smile on his face. He might not share a future with you, but might as well make the most out of making your life a living hell, as much you did it to him.

Shutting the book he was barely even reading, he placed the book back into the shelf before walking his way towards the meeting room.

He could easily teleport, but he preferred to enjoy his moments of peace without his oaf of a brother breathing down his neck or Stark constantly testing his patience with his quips. It also gave him a moment to school his features, he knew well enough about the mission to know you would also be in attendance. Be more invested in this mission than anyone else.

It was a few things he was relearning about you now that you were out in the open as everyone claims you to be. You were a free spirited being that could meld with anyone you were in the area with. He had watched you throw relentless jabs at Tony during your first few days that had the man surprisingly raise a white flag. But the most dangerous thing he had to learn was the familial relationship you had with one Natasha Romanoff and Clint Burton, two people that he kept his distance with the most.

"Professor Snape has finally graced us with his presence."

Loki has learned since joining the team to choose his battle when it comes to Tony. This was one of those moment. Finding a vacant chair besides his brother, he had taken his seat. A big mistake on his part as he finds from across the table, you sat. In between a glaring Romanoff and Barton.

Wearing a smirk, just to get on the two super spies' nerve, he turned his attention right back into the meeting. He begins formulating a few little schemes to not only get on the two's nerved, but most especially yours.

[laceymorganwrites]

Dear daughter, chapter 1

First year of middle school 

Summary: You are the daughter of the infamous leader of the Valkyries, an essentially feminist gang placed in Tokyo. After your mother dies you are left with her legacy that you fear you can´t hold up. This is your journey. From middle school to adult life. A story of a girl forced to grow up too fast, finding comfort and belonging in her mother´s world. 

Word count: 1,582

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death and blood, MANGA SPOILERS IN LIKE EVERY CHAPTER OF THIS

Pairing: none yet^^

Taglist: open

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Your mom was your hero. Ever since you could remember she was the shining light that guided you through life. Always holding out her hand to you but never forcing you to take it.

You were a free child but your mom was always there for you, even with everything going on, with all of her responsibilities as the leader of the Valkyries, even as a feared gang leader, she was always there for you. She always made time for you.

To you she was the coolest person ever.

Every morning she´d walk you to school, even when you started middle school. To most it would have been embarrassing but to you, who had no friends, it was the best part of the day.

Eating breakfast with her, talking about your day … her laugh still rang in your ears.

Her waving goodbye to you before going to work herself. Your days at school were quite unspectacular, well in elementary school that was. You never really made any friends, preferring to stay to yourself. Everything changed in middle school though.

People started talking to you and you let them, happily telling your mom that you made friends in the evening when you ate dinner together.

She would always help you with homework when she had time and when she couldn´t make it home in time she always had dinner prepared for you and already packed your school bag, as well as have sent you a good night message on the telephone.

Your mother was the best there was in your opinion, she loved you and you loved her, she always took care of you, always listened and without her, things wouldn´t have been as easy.

No, without her you wouldn´t even go to school, you wouldn´t care, you´d just hang around with people that weren´t good for you.

If there was one thing your mother taught you it was to choose your friends carefully, because people were selfish and would sell you out the second they would get something out of it. She taught you that you should always be wary and not trust too easily but also cherish the friends you made, not giving them a reason to leave.

Standing up for each other, making meaningful friendships, that´s what you wanted to do. You wanted to be just like your mother.

You wished you had more time with her.

Dead in a drive by shooting. It just wasn´t fair.

She just wanted to get groceries, the store was about five minutes away from you. You lived next to a street but she was walking, it was just supposed to be a quick trip. She was supposed to be back in half an hour.

But she never came back.

No.

When you heard the shots you rushed outside even though you knew better. Your mom told you when there were scary noises you should hide under your bed or lock yourself in the bathroom.

But your legs moved on their own.

The guys who killed her were about 17, you didn´t know where they got the gun but they were just as freaked out as you were, hurriedly driving away again. They would resolve their little gang infighting someplace else. Besides, now there was a victim, they couldn´t let the police find them.

Why….

She just wanted to get groceries… why was she lying dead before your very eyes? Blood sprawling from underneath her and her face so pale?

You sunk to your knees and screamed, you screamed until your lungs hurt, until your throat was on fire, you screamed even after no sound came out.

Your neighbors have already called the police who arrived shortly after. You couldn´t remember much from their questioning, just that you didn´t talk much. You didn´t know how the guys who did it looked, just that they got away.

The only thing you remembered was being taken to the police station and people talking about where to put you now. Your dad died before your birth, another gang incident. Your neighbors liked your mom and you, they didn´t know anything about her being a gang leader.

Some corrupt police officers knew about her, some even helped her out. Which is why they knew you too and allowed the girls from your mom´s gang to take care of you from now on, however legal custody went to your aunt. Well not that it mattered anyway, she was also part of the former gang.

The way back home, collecting all your things to the way to your new home… it was all a blur. You were exhausted but couldn´t sleep.

The women gave you time until you got used to everything.

It took you a week to gather your thoughts. You couldn´t keep staying home, you wanted to go to school and graduate. That has been her biggest wish for you. You wanted to make her proud of you.

That was the least you could do.

You were lucky getting all the support from the women, they were very kind and understanding, never forcing you to talk but always being there to listen.

Their bonds were something you envied. You also wanted to have friends like that someday.

You wondered if anyone would even talk to you if you got back to school.

It was the first time you walked to school alone, it was the second week of middle school, word about your mother spread fast and people started avoiding you. You sat alone again, the people who talked to you before now didn´t even look at you anymore.

The teachers all came to you, wishing you their condolences and saying that they would give you special treatment.

Oh how pretentious it all was. You didn´t want special treatment or any attention on you, you just wanted to be left alone.

It was around this time that you met Mikey. He was a kid you envied, he had friends and they seemed to have lots of fun. Every time you saw them they were laughing together.

Must be nice, you thought to yourself.

But then again it was your fault for being so closed off. You decided to change that. Not only focusing on school work anymore, you also looked for other lonely people like you in the breaks.

The next week you had your own friend group, made up of the ones nobody wanted to talk to or play with. Screw the rest, as long as you had each other nothing could go wrong.

You were invited to their houses and ate with their families, you did your homework with them and played chase after school.

It was like your childhood was back to normal, it was like every child should grow up however your mom was still missing. And she always would. That was just the harsh and cruel reality.

But you would deal with it. You would be strong just like her. You never saw her cry even once, even after you knew that your dad died way before you were born. She had been through so much as well, the full extent wasn´t known to you just yet but that was why she was your hero.

She was like a wall, protecting you from the world, your biggest role model.

One day you were assigned project partners, that was when you first came into real contact with Mikey.

He invited you to his and there you also met his brother. From the get go you could tell that Mikey admired him, just like you did your mom.

Maybe he wasn´t so far away as you thought after all. He was just a kid like you, chasing his brother´s dreams and legacy just like you did with your mother.

Mikey was nice to you, smiling and doing your project together with you instead of letting you do all the work and riding with his guys like you thought he would.

Maybe not all people were bad, maybe not everyone was like they seemed.

You liked that he had a spark in his eyes, something that was clearly missing from yours.

“You should play with us sometime, I can introduce you to my friends tomorrow” he smiled and you said you were looking forward to it. You would bring your friends as well.

So you decided to play soccer together the next day. It was nice. Making plans and friends, enjoying life. This was how it was supposed to be.

“You´re her daughter, aren´t you?” Shinichiro asked you as you were about to leave. You were confused but also hopeful. He knew your mom?

That night you stayed over at Mikey´s house and learned a bit more about your mom´s business.

The Black Dragons were affiliated with the Valkyries, helping each other out and learning a lot from the organization that was senior to theirs.

He didn´t tell you everything, telling you to ask the other former gang members about the past and history of the organization since it wasn´t his place.

“I really looked up to her, you know? Your mom was amazing… she´s the kind of delinquent that I want to be. Fighting for justice and being free.” he had a longing tone in his voice and Mikey listened attentively as well.

He loved hearing the stories his brother told him and you could understand why. Shinichiro was amazing too. You felt welcome at their home, it was nice knowing more people understood.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Boarding enemy ships

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“Repair teams to deck gamma, reports of coolant leak.” The intercom blared as Vistesh sprinted down the corridors. A sudden shudder through the ship sent him and his repair team sprawling into the wall and knocked several off their feet while the warning klaxons sounded off. “The Avalon cannon is offline until it is repaired!”

“Hull breaches on decks beta and sigma!” A new voice cut in over the captain.

As Vistesh stood once more to his feet he could note the subtle note of fear in the announcer. He turned to see his team still sprawled out along the corridor like discarded dolls.

“Get up now!” Vistesh shouted as he grabbed the nearest team member, Yarvin if he remembered right, and hauled him to their feet. “We were meant to be on deck gamma five minutes ago!”

“But the hull breach-“ Yarvin began before Vistesh cut him off and grabbed his repair kit. “One job at a time Yarvin; we will worry about the breaches later.” Before Yarvin could reply Vistesh was already off running again to deck gamma.

It was hard to believe that a mere thirty minutes ago he had been calmly sitting in the mess hall when the enemy fleet had seemingly dropped out of sub space right in front of them. He still wasn’t sure who they were fighting but the shatter impacts he felt after the battle calls rang out across the ship told them that whoever they were they had enough firepower to put up a decent fight against a Goliath cruiser.

Rounding the final corner Vistesh near went head first into the subzero coolant pooling around the floor. He looked up to see the coolant pipe had ruptured above the corridors ceiling and had spilled out, catching two crew members in it and freezing them into horrifying statues. The coolant was fed into the main energy guns after discharge and meant to instantly dissipate the thermal energy.

As the rest of the repair crew arrived Vistesh had donned his energy gauntlets. He planned to activate them to project an energy barrier that would stop the flow of coolant and allow the team to reseal the pipes. He was just about to activate the gauntlets when the intercom cried out again.

“All hands, all hands, brace for impact!”

No sooner had the words left the intercom did the entire ship jolt sideways violently. Vistesh was quick enough to grab hold of the corridor wall for support but several others from his team were not as lucky and went flying into the coolant pools. He looked away as their gut wrenching screams of pain were cut short by their body’s flash freeze.

It was in that moment he saw Yarvin being tumbling over into the coolant and Vistesh lashed out with his free hand. Grabbing hold of his work uniform he hauled backwards with all his strength and pulled Yarvin away from the freezing liquid just in time.

The shaking subsided and the two straightened themselves. Yarvin was about to say something when he stopped and looked down the passageway they had entered from.

“Do you hear that?”

Vistesh lifted his pointed ears and listened carefully. At first there was nothing but the sounds of warning klaxons ringing out from farther down. Yet as he listened closer he could hear something different; the sound of scraping metal on metal.

“It sounds like a cobax drill.” Yarvin remarked as he took several steps back to listen more clearly.

“Must be the other repair teams,” Vistesh said as he finally activated the energy gauntlets and stopped the flow of coolant, “they must be repairing one of the breaches nearby.”

Yarvin turned to him with an uncertain look upon his face. “Would you use a drill to fix a hole?”

Before either could further ponder the drilling sounds continued to grow louder and closer, until finally the noise was right on top of them. Vistesh put his hand against the wall to feel the vibrations just as the corridor exploded outward and his world went black.  

For what felt like an eternity Vistesh was lost in a void; fully aware of his surroundings and yet at the same time incapable of making heads or tails of anything. He slowly blinked his eyes open and saw a world of swirling colors and shapes. As the corridor stopped spinning he noticed that there was no longer a corridor at all.

The way they had come in was now blocked off by a large boring like device that filled the width of the passageway.  Coated in the blackest metal, the strange machine hissed as several smaller openings appeared around the perimeter of the machine. From these openings shot thick foam like substances that coated the walls around the machine and Vistesh watched as the foam rapidly expanded to form a thick seal. Once the foam ceased being shot out a portal opened at the front of the machine and a pillar of light emerged from it.

Vistesh covered his eyes and saw several similarly black clad figures come sprinting out of the machine.

He barely had time to see the glint of their helmets before the figures brought up their weapons and fired.

“Decks gamma through sigma are reporting hull breaches from the last volley.” The communications officer called out to his captain as she continued to monitor the tactical display.

“Deploy energy barriers to seal the breaches at once!”  

It was the voice of the second in command who spoke up, striding across the bridge from one terminal to another; all the while Captain Obra sat in her command throne and watched the unfolding battle outside her view screen.

The human ship had pulled alongside them and unleashed a seemingly devastating broadside before peeling off to evade Obra’s circling escorts. Yet as the damage reports filtered in from the decks painted only minor hull breaches that could easily be sealed off with internal barrier systems. She was just about to order her ship to come about and chase down the human vessel when the communication officer was shouting again to her.

“We’ve just lost communication with repair teams one and three.”

“Where were they located?”

“They were responding to hull breaches on gamma deck.”

“Have teams four and six report to-“ Obra was cut before she could relay her orders as more reports began filtering in

“Repair teams four and six on are not responding to hails; last known location deck delta.”

“Deck delta?” Obra queried. “I’ve not heard any damage reports for that deck.” She turned to her internal security officer. “Bring up the video feeds for deck delta.”

The security officer nodded and quickly typed in several keys before a mini monitor appeared along the main screen. Several of the bridge crew who glanced at the screen audibly gasped while even the captain herself stood up.

The feed was coming from a security camera of delta deck showing entire hallways littered with the broken bodies of repair crewmen. Gaping holes in their chests, limbs blown clean off, and walls stained with a thick series of purple blood stains.

“What could have caused that?”

She heard her second in command utter the words and yet in the back of her mind Obra had a dark suspicion growing. Having served in her planets militia forces for her early military career, she was all too familiar with close range weapons damage.

“Show me Charlie and Beta decks now.” She ordered her security officer who quickly responded with more key inputs. The camera feeds cycle through various corridors, rooms, and junctions on the decks until Obra found what she had dreaded.

The camera feed showed a repair team working on power junctions on deck Charlie. One of the crew turned their head to look at something off screen before recoiling in horror. Shortly afterwards their head exploded in a shower of blood and gore and off screen several bright flashes could be seen as the remaining repair crew tried to flee but were gunned down.

Moments later several black armored figures came sprinting down the corridor. None of them broke their stride as they casually turned their weapons on the injured repair crew and opened fired. One of the figures paused and looked upwards at the camera. They were covered in some form of armor from head to toe with a series of optical sensors covering their face giving them an almost insect like appearance. Before Obra could get any more details the armored figured raised their weapon and shot out the camera.

“Energize all barriers and seal off Beta and Charlie decks now!” Obra shouted as the camera feed went silent. “I want all dispatched repair teams to decks gamma through sigma to halt and seal off their areas as well!”

She pulled out the communicator from her command throne and switched it to ship wide broadcast. “All hands, all hands! Remain where you are and seal bulk heads to your sections. Enemy forces have boarded our ship. I repeat; enemy forces have boarded our ship.”

Nearly slamming the communicator back down Obra entered several keys herself and brought up the video feeds from the decks surrounding the breach points. Many were offline but the ones that still we retransmitting painted a grim picture.

The human boarding teams had breached several decks and were spreading out quickly; killing anyone they came across without hesitation.

As the feed continued to cycle Obra spied a group of boarders making their way to engineering.

“Seal of section Q-37 now!”

At her command the security officer activated the energy barriers and sealed the corridor; trapping the human borders inside.

“Yes, we got them!” the officer cheered.

“That is only one group,” Obra’s second counter, “who knows how many more are onboard.”

While the two were talking the captain leaned forward and inspected the humans. The lead one brought up their weapon and shot at the barrier. It was a primitive weapon that fired metallic cylinders while harmless to the energy barriers entrapping them could easily cut through the exposed crew.

When the weapon fire did not free them the seeming leader of the group motion forward another and pointed to either side of the corridor where the energy barrier met the wall. The new human rushed forward and placed two strange rectangular objects on each side and then all of them took several steps backwards when the screen lit up and the feed went dead.

“Energy barriers have been disabled at Q-37!” the security officer confirmed. “Enemy is nearly at engineering.”

“Ma’am!” Obra turned to see her second seemingly petrified. “We have reports of fire fights breaking out along the gunnery decks and at the entrance to life support!”

“Damnit!” Obra’s rage could barely be contained. “They’re targeting key systems of my ship!”

“By that logic wouldn’t their next target be-“

Her second was cut off by the sounds of weapons fire from outside the bridge.