#cw weapons mention

[loganslowdown4]

*Roman and Remus showing up late for the royal rumble medieval-style battle they planned for all the sides to participate in in the imagination*

Logan: So, you’ve finally arrived to your own… battle… what the hell are you both wearing?

(Remus & Roman are both in their skirts)

Remus: It’s our ass-kicking outfits, bitch!

Roman: Battle skirts mean we S L A Y

(Both strike a pose)

Virgil: Oh god, we’re gonna lose, aren’t we? How much is this gonna hurt?

Patton: Now now, I’m sure it’ll be fine! Like playing DnD, right? We can’t really get injured right? … Right?

Remus: Oh, I took safe mode off Poppacorn! There will be blood!

Janus: Wonderful, I so wanted to ruin my new caplet.

Logan: Sigh.

Roman: Get ready boys! Weapons up!

Virgil: Shit shit shiiiiittttttt

Patton: Language! AAAAHHHH *charges ahead of everyone*

Remus: *beaming with pride*

Logan: Huh. Fatherly protection instincts. Fascinating.

Patton: *covered in slime* No problem kiddos! I love you all SO MUCH *continues fighting*

Roman: Guys, who else is getting a little crush on Patton right now?

The Rest: Uh huh. Yep. Agreed.

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a living weapon whumpee only takes orders from ONE person. They’ve been conditioned to ignore everyone else’s orders. This means that after rescue, the team can barely get whumpee to drink or allow them bandage their injuries. One of the teammates manages to imitate whumpee’s handler by deepening their voice.

They stay out of whumpee’s line of sight, standing behind their hospital bed. “Drink this,” they snap, hating how they have to command this broad-shouldered ghost of a person. Without their armor, without their mask, whumpee looks like a wraith. There’s nothing behind their eyes. They play with the hospital blanket with twitching hands that have strangled and maimed.

When whumpee hears the order they stiffen to attention and take the cup offered with those still-shaking hands. But the cup slips through their fingers and lands in a puddle on the tiles.

They immediately tense up, shoulder blades flung so far back they touch. Their breathing quickens, waiting.

But nothing happens.

They give whumpee a new glass of cold water. This time, they lift the cup to whumpee’s lips and hold it steady, with one hand behind their head for support.

[aidensm8]

Quick little incorrect quote inspired from a recent interaction with friends. Especially @what-aboutno 's quote about us lmao

[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 121

"Why are you crying?" The robotic voice was still missing the little unique inflictions of human vocal cords, obvious synthetic emotion behind it.

Caretaker buried their face further into their palms. They could not look at the weapon they accidentally let into their house. They could not tell them that they needed to be scrapped for everyone's safety.

[forbiddentaako]

hazbin hotel characters as dnd quotes

ive already done this with ninja go might as well do it again asbjafdkbj

Husk: can that be a thing, can Alastor starve to death

Vaggie: no, you did not just fantasy eat soggy bread

Adam: he hits the whoa, and you hit the … die

Lucifer:I’m not in tip top shape I have fantasy depression

Alastor: that’s a 31. Eat your corpse

Angel: I’ll sell you crack I have some Sir Pentious: The only crack you have is your arse

Charlie: Nifty where did you put the ashes Nifty:of the deceased Charlie: ya Nifty: I cleaned them Charlie:where did you put them Nifty:the garbage

Angel Dust: she wants me? Sorry I don’t do women.

Vaggie: we’ve heard it with our own eyes

Lucifer: i’m having pregnancy sickness

Angel Dust: So what do you think, Angel becomes a male stripper? rolls nat 1

Angel Dust: one hand on my penis, one in Husk's

Charlie: will you be the truck to my other truck

Lucifer: next time i'm gonna cast the spell of internalized homophobia on Adam

Alastor: That’s my title actually Rosie: The aroace icon? Alastor: 😔 I’m not an icon

Charlie: that 17 I just rolled for hotness? flips hair Oh its leaving

[koshercosplay]

Saw that you answered questions so here goes. If this is outside the scope of this blog no worries ❤️.

This is a bit of a long question bear with me please. So I want to preface this by saying that I am not Jewish and this is more of a "is this anti-Semitic" sort of question. I am a young American woman who is considering buying a gun for self defense. I would need something small, easily concealable, and with reasonably light recoil, but I really don't think .22 is what I need, so I've decided on .380. Based on these needs and what I've shot the Walther PPK deeply appeals to me. Unfortunately, it has been the German police service pistol since 1931. I would be buying a new production, not a wartime pistol, but I want to know if you think it would be anti-Semitic?

off anon so i know when(if?) this gets answered

honestly I think it's a bit of a stretch?

like I know some Jews would probably not buy it, and it's sweet that you, as a non-jew, are concerned about this enough to ask. but also it's not something that would immediately strike me as "oh this person is antisemitic." it's also probably not something that the average person knows offhand? or maybe that's just me, I don't really know much about guns at all lol.

that being said though, if even the thought of potentially coming across that way makes you uncomfortable, you could always try to find a different one of similar make.

thank you for asking!

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Check Up

(Masterlist)

long time no simon

(Content: abuse apologism, non-sexual nudity, child abuse mention, child death mention, drug mention, insensitivity around addiction, brief weight mention)

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“Follow the light,” Dr.Martino turned the flash on. Delta traced its path with his eyes. He blinked out the afterimage against his eyelids. He jumped a little as the doctor pulled his hair back, tying it up in a loose knot for him.

“Stand.”

Delta got up from the table. It was a fairly standard routine at this point; he didn’t need to be told what to do. Except — he didn’t understand why Simon was there. The scientist was leaning back against the bookshelf, not saying anything. Delta felt a little tug of embarrassment as he pulled his shirt up over his head. He didn’t want Simon to see all of it. 

Delta wouldn’t dare hesitate around Dr.Martino, though. Martino knew he wouldn’t. He had known him the longest and was least likely to play games with him. He shrugged the shirt off, folding it neatly onto the table. He removed the loose fabric of his pants until he was standing mostly nude within the cold office. It would have been typical, almost boring — if not for the fact Simon was there, if not for the litany of bruises marked out on his body. 

He was ashamed of it. Dr.Martino’s gloved hand traced gently against the bruises. Some of their shapes were still imprinted clearly onto the flesh. A cable, a ring, a ruler. Not all of it was deserved, even Delta knew that. Paris had gotten out of control. But there was enough of it that he felt he had earned and it made him distressed to have the marks of his own failures so visible against his body. He didn’t want Simon to see it. 

Dr.Martino did some quick measurements. Delta was sure he’d lost weight recently, mostly from stress. The doctor examined the faint scarring around his neck, the afterburns of his own powers nearly frying the collar. 

He dimmed the lights. The soft pale glow of the X-ray equipment stood out against their dark surroundings. Martino guided him into one of the machines, instructing him to stay still. He did so. It moved with a soft mechanical whirr, maneuvering its parts deftly around his frame. 

“You can go,” Dr.Martino switched the machine off.

“Yes, sir,” Delta nodded, stepping outside of its confines. He pulled his clothes back on quickly, left his hair tied up. He exited without looking at either of them.

Dr.Martino carded through the X-rays, putting them all atop the table light. Simon shifted slightly.

“He’s been pretty banged up recently, hm?” He said.

“The psionics are designed to work under high stress. They can take a lot of abuse.” Dr.Martino shrugged.

“You don’t think Paris has a problem?”

“Paris has plenty of problems.” He scoffed. “Christ, I’m glad I never had a son.”

Simon still looked uneasy. Martino sighed, putting the papers down.

“You’re giving him more sympathy than he deserves. That kid is a menace. He always has been.”

“You really think so?” Simon’s voice was surprised, but not judgemental, “He’s always been so good for me.”

“I don't like sneaky. None of the actual good kids made it out of the institute. I used to have favorites, you know. Turns out the ones with an actual conscience don’t fare so well when it's time to drop the bomb. Nine times out of ten, he was the one they sent to deal with them.”

“You’re joking,” Simon balked, “I didn’t know they killed the rejects.”

“Oh, not all of them. A lot of them did get rehomed when they burnt out. But the hostile, powerful ones had to be destroyed. There was this one girl Stella — super nice kid. But when they tried to make her kill the animals, she’d freak out, start getting all mad. Ended up injuring all her handlers. So they sent Delta in. Crushed her like an insect. No hesitation. No emotion at all.”

He paused. “Of course, that’s what they were looking for. That’s why you have to treat him like an object. If he starts to value his own feelings, it all falls apart.”

The silence hung in the air. Simon glanced out the port window. 

“Sometimes I remember the last person in my position blew their brains out,” He says.

Dr.Martino laughed. It had caught him off-guard. Simon smiled, but it looked more like a grimace.

“I still think Paris is being too rough with him. It’s against his own interest.”

“His Highness is a fucking junkie. He doesn’t know his own interests.”

“That’s what I’m saying. He needs help.”

“Are you going to say something to him then?”

Simon didn’t answer, readjusting his cuffs with no real sense of urgency.

[tillywunderwing]

Other than Phoenix carrying a concealed weapon like a gun, who else would carry a weapon with them and what would it be?

Reginald carries a very small pistol in case of absolute emergencies - he doesn’t keep it loaded, though, safety comes first

Solaris is absolutely the type to just hide dozens of weapons in increasingly elaborate places

Caliente obviously carries a flamethrower. It is too large to conceal and he would make no effort to regardless

Hivemind has no traditional weapons but does of course have THE BEES which is about as good

Anna Ulanova has a very pretty knife

Fabricator carries exclusively poisons / smoke bombs

JJ doesn’t carry weaponry by default, but he does have undercover bodyguards at almost all times when he’s in public

[brainwashboy]

puppy half naked outside? so hot, you should imagine that we can all see you like that~

also i's really really love to hear about what this masked man with leather gloves would do to you

~🥀

In my defense, it's way too hot to be allowed right now >.< It should be illegal how hot it is! I'm not too nervous about anyone seeing because it's even darker than usual (no power :p) and we live far from others.

But the idea that someone could be watching is definitely...mmmmnnn... especially since I haven't exactly been keeping my hands where they should be

Ideally I would be totally unaware until he already had me, face to the ground and ass to the air. He'd pull up my shirt all the way so that my tits were exposed to the night, gagging me with it. Technically I could yell for help, but then everyone would see me like this! >\\\\<

Then he'd pull down my boxers just enough to shove a gloved finger in my cunt, definitely making me squirm at the weird feeling. He'd comment on how I'm already so wet. Had I already came? Of course I shake my head no because I really haven't, but he doesn't believe me so he just shoves another finger in me and laughs.

I end up with this stranger, possibly armed ( >///< ) completely draped over my back as he pounds into me with his cock. I'm barely dressed but he's fully clothed, even his mask is still on. I can hear him breathing heavily as he groans by my ear. He's probably gagged me with his own fingers by now so I can taste myself on his leather gloves. Maybe he's groping and smacking my ass, or maybe he's grabbing at my tits. Either way I'm clenching down on him and he laughs because I'm such a little slut for milking this stranger like this!

It ends with me sweating and panting, face down ass up, and a strangers cum dripping down my leg along with my own wetness. The last thing he says is that he's going to see me again soon and not to get too comfortable. I just have to pull myself together and act like I didn't just get my brains fucked out by a stranger and liked it!

[boyccubus]

now that i'm figuring out i'm objectum it's really weird cuz i'm attracted to weapons n shit ( guns, knives, swords, etc. ) but i'm mortified of them. like i want to kiss one lovingly and lay on my stomach while swinging my feet back n forth like a teen girl on the phone with her crush, but if i saw one in real life, i'd panic i think 😭😭😭

[ask-the-sexyman-squad]

wait wait are the twins moving, can I feel, can I can I can I

*reaches for DT* :3

//TW: blood smears/stains/splatters, and weapons under the cut. Carry on! <3//:

...oh lord: what a mess...

Yeah...it's best you don't touch a Sexyman, especially if they're pregnant. Then you'll have a dashboard of them coming to kill you greet you with their presence violently. Anon...what the hell went through your brain to think you could get away with this?

You went against three demons, one of them as a father-to-be, two guys with literal axes, a shapeshifter with strong survival instincts whose already protective enough as is, and a teenage girl who may look like she wouldn't hurt a fly, but has experience with a softball bat. That was not a smart move.

------------------------------//BONUS//---------------------------------

"DAD! Dad, dad, dad, dad, I did it! I did it!"

She seemed to be eager...but she was freaking out internally. How were momma and daddy gonna react? Then again...she would never tell them this happened. She didn't kill the anon: she was too scared for that! Alastor, Bill, DT, Ghirahim, Once and Mordecai took care of it...yet adrenaline filled her. Being non confrontational meant that she never started fights...but she was glad she and her found family finished this one.

"Yes you did, Little Miss Sunshine! I've never been prouder...but let's never do that again, alright?"

"That's fine with me!"

"Very good: now get yourself cleaned up, honey. I'll take care of the body."

"YOU ARE NOT EATING THE ANON!"

"...damnit."

So much for a good meal...

[preyduo]

every time someone draws c!quackity with a massive weapon an angel gets its wings

[habitual-creatures]

MF, HOW WOULD YOU KNOW IF SOMEONE STOLE ONE OF YOUR WEAPONS IF YOU KEEP FORGETTING WHERE THEY ARE??

I DO NOT FORGET WHERE THEY ARE, EVAN KEEPS TAKING THEM OFF THE TABLE AND HIDING THEM!

[ REGARDS, HABIT ]

[lily-janus]

Brothers, am I right?

Summary: a classic fight between a hero and a villain takes a rather... interesting turn.

Pairings: platonic Loceit, platonic Analogical

Warnings: guns, weapons, death mentions, violence (not very destcrictive), rivalry, blood mention.

Word count: 3,185

For day 2 of @loceitweek Masks/Chalk.

This is a fun superhero AU I felt like writing^^ hope you enjoy!

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Logan has fought many villains ever since he decided to use his powers for the greater good, in order to honor the memory of his late father.

But Logan won't be exaggerating when he said that Deceit was the worse one by far.

It's not that he was more powerful or smarter than his past enemies. No, he met Deceit at his best for the most part in those regards. What made him the worse villain Logan ever fought was simple, he could figuratively get under Logan's skin with nothing more than a single sentence.

It drove Logan crazy! They don't even know anything about each other's true identity and personal lives! And yet, it always seems as though Deceit can read him like Logan would easily read a book.

But, this time, Logan was determined not to let his sneaky way with words distract him. This time, Logan can't afford the mess up.

Because Deceit has decided to mess with forces he doesn't seem to understand, and Logan was the only one who can stop him.

It all started when he got an emergency signal from his - what would movies like to call - 'man in the chair', his scientist friend, Virgil.

He always helped Logan with either, figuring out his rival's next moves, making him useful gadgets, or simply just being a good friend and company to be around.

Logan always had a great appreciation for his intelligence and the brilliant way he tackled problems which allowed him to create some of the most unique weapons Logan has ever seen.

…just don't tell him any of that, every time Logan does it makes him uncomfortable even though these were merely facts.

Logan tasked Virgil with figuring out Deceit's next move, hoping he could finally be a few steps ahead of the sneaky villain.

So, when he got the emergency signal from him, he wasted no time and rushed towards their secret base fo find out what Virgil discovered.

"I received your signal, what is he planning to do?" Logan asked as soon as he stepped out of the elevator and caught sight of his friend.

Virgil was pacing and fidgeting with his lab coat, all signs of his clear distress, it must be bad then.

Upon hearing Logan's voice, Virgil froze in place and turned to look at him, biting his bottom lip idly. "It's… it's bad Logan, really really bad. I… I don't think anyone even tried something like that before… there's no telling what-"

"Virgil." Logan cut him off gently when he noticed Virgil started mattering to himself and spiraling deeper into his panic. "Slow down and tell me what you learned."

Virgil nodded, taking a deep breath, "somehow… Deceit found a way to take away powers… you know, turn them off."

Logan took his time to process that, it was the last thing he'd expected to hear from Virgil… and he wasn't sure how to respond.

"...how exactly is he planning to do that?" Logan settled on at the end.

Virgil went to his computer and typed a bit before projecting an image through the projector.

It looked like plans for some sort of weapon. "A machine that turns off powers?" Logan asked, just to be sure.

Virgil nodded, "it seems to be some kind of laser ray that alters the neurons in your body." He explained.

"Do we know what will happen for someone with powers if those would get taken away like that?" Logan asked next, as he examined closely the plans Virgil was projecting onto the wall.

"Yes… in theory at least. As I said, it's never been so much as experimented, all we have are scientific assumptions." Virgil said, starting to pace again to burn some of his nervous energy. "People with powers, like you, Logan. Their bodies work differently than those without. Studies show that the very basics of functions in your bodies rely on the powers you were born with." He stopped for a bit, letting that sink in a little.

"So taking the powers away, or turning them off…" Logan pieced it together out loud

"Could very much have the same effect as losing blood, or a heart… it could mean death, Logan." Virgil finished for him, and the gravity of the situation was finally fully realized for Logan.

Logan swallowed, "I have to stop him, do we know if he completed the weapon yet?"

Virgil shook his head with a grimace, "we don't know for sure where he is in the process of making this weapon, but I did manage to find out where he's building it. You're gonna have to sneak in there and destroy it before he gets a chance to use it." He explained.

Logan nodded, he was fairly certain that Deceit didn't know… or didn't care about what kind of damage his machine can cause, and it was up to Logan alone to make sure it doesn't get used. He can do this… he has to.

"Okay, send me the coordinates and I'll be on my way-" he started saying, but Virgil cut him off with a light chuckle.

"Hold your horses there, mister Save-The-Day, you're not seriously about to go to the snake's lair unarmed, are you?" Virgil said with slight amusement.

Logan blushed in embarrassment, how could he forget something as basic as taking a weapon to a fight?

"...right, of course, that was… what I was about to say as well." Logan said in hopes of keeping his compuser.

Virgil rolled his eyes, "sure you did, Specs. Anyway, I prepared your usual weapon belt," Virgil walked to a table a few feet away from them with various devices and lifted a belt with Logan's most preferable choice of weapons and handed it to him. "And take this, my newest invention, it should paralyze anyone within 10 feet of the user for about 30 minutes. It should give you enough time to destroy the machine if you were to get caught."

Virgil threw him what looked like a clicker of some kind, he raised an eyebrow at Virgil, "should? Are you using me as your figurative lab rat again?"

Virgil shrugged, "how else am I going to test my newest weapons? You don't want me using innocent people and get arrested, do you?"

Logan knew by now that Virgil was just being sarcastic, but the mental image still bothered him a little. "Fair point, thank you, Virgil, I couldn't ask for a better friend." Logan offered him a slight smile.

Virgil fidgeted in place uncomfortably, blushing, "...just don't die, okay?"

"I don't think I would be given much choice in the matter-"

"Logan!" Virgil protested.

"Okay, sorry, I won't die today, I promise to do everything in my power to prevent that." Logan relented and he could see the relief in Virgil as his shoulders slumped and he nodded.

"Good… good luck out there… and punch that snake in the face for me!" Virgil called after him as he left.

…

He arrived at the location Virgil sent him and saw an abandoned warehouse.

Cautiously, he moved inside, being wary of traps or cameras Deceit might have installed.

His powers allowed him to hear others thoughts as well as moving things with his mind and turning invisible, which was what he did now in case someone was watching the place.

There was nothing in the first floor, as far as Logan could tell, so he went up the stairs to the next. They were a bit squeaky, though, and Logan looked around frantically, hoping no one noticed.

When nothing happened, he continued on his way.

Now this floor looked more like Logan expected, different tools and machinery scattered about on tables, and when he reached the center, there was a large object covered in a white sheet.

Watching his steps and looking around carefully, Logan walked closer to what seemed to be the machine Virgil was telling him about.

Something felt off, though, it was too easy and obvious, it felt more like…

He stepped back at just the right moment before a net shot from the ground where he'd been standing and hang in the air.

A trap.

"Aww, you're no fun, I almost had you." He heard a familiar, sleek voice and turned around to find Deceit smirking at him.

He was wearing his usual yellow, snake skin, suit, with his mask that covered his entire face and only left the mouth, nose and eyes exposed. Half of the mask had scales in it, while the other was plain yellow.

"Deceit, this time you went too far." Logan hissed.

Deceit clicked his tongue, shaking his head, "oh Logic, Logic, Logic. That is what you always say. You really need to learn what fun means." He chuckled, walking slowly closer to Logan.

"I know what fun means, Deceit, it does not include hurting and killing people." Logan said angrily in response, "this machine that you're building can do irreversible damadge! Did you think about that? Or do you not really care?"

Deceit shrugged, "people die all the time anyway, so why aren't I allowed to have some fun out of it huh? Tell me." He smiled a sinister smile.

Logan growled in frustration, "you're not listening!"

"Well you're not captivating your audience." He rolled his eyes, "really, Teach, it's like you're not even trying to sound convincing."

Logan shook his, trying to get Deceit out of his head, trying to focus on his mission. Get in, destroy the machine, get out.

He turned invisible again and dashed towards the machine, pulling out his laser gun from his belt and preparing to shoot it at the device under the sheet.

But, as his first shot hit it… it vanished into smoke, together with the tables with tools.

An illusion.

But, by the time he turned around to face Deceit again, it was too late. Deceit had already pulled out his own gun and was pointing it directly at him.

"Surely you don't think I'm stupid enough to leave my toys laying around where every hero can walts in and ruin them?" Deceit said, amused.

Logan wanted to hit himself, of course he wouldn't… such a foolish oversight in his part, it was too obvious for someone as sneaky.

"Now, be a good boy and drop your gun if you please." Deceit drawled, sounding a lot more satisfied by the situation than Logan would have liked.

Gritting his teeth, Logan let go of his laser gun and kicked it towards Deceit, this was not looking good for him, he needs a new plan. But Deceit made it so hard for him to think!

"There we go, now that's much better, isn't it?" Deceit snikered, continuing to mock Logan.

Logan closed his eyes. This was it, he was about to break his promise to Virgil, he was going to die.

"Take off your mask." Deceit ordered instead of shooting.

Logan opened his eyes slowly to stare in surprise at the villain in front of him, "what?"

Deceit rolled his eyes, "I know you heard me, c'mon, you might not be the brightest but surely you're not deaf too?" He raised an eyebrow.

Logan swallowed, trying to figure out Deceit's objective here. "W-why?"

"I believe I'm the one with the gun here, I ask the questions, Logic. Take it off." Deceit said, sounding impatient.

Seeing no other choice, Logan grabbed the edges of his mask and slowly pulled it off, being careful around his glasses.

He didn't understand the situation, what could Deceit gain from this? Deceit never did anything if it wasn't in his own best interests. But only seeing Logan's face won't reveal his true identity. Not right away at least… unless they know each other without knowing it… could Deceit have found out something about Logan's true identity?

No… that's impossible… right?

Deceit drew a shaky breath as Logan tossed his mask aside.

"Impossible…" he mattered to himself, "how is this possible?" His hands started to shake around his gun, "L-Logan?" He asked with a sob.

Logan frowned, "do I… know you?" He tried hard to recognize Deceit's voice from his civilian life but nothing came to mind… What's going on here?

"You don't remember… of course you don't, they loved playing with our minds since we were kids…" Deceit continue to matter nonsense and Logan tried desperately to make sense of it.

Who's they? Play with our minds? His parents had mind manipulation powers but they'd never… would they?

"What are you talking about? W-who are you?" Logan asked, confused. Deceit was acting… strange, could this just be another one of his tricks? But for what? He already had Logan unarmed and unmasked, why would he need to trick him?

Deceit moved his hand and Logan flinched, thinking he's going to shoot him after all. But all he did was remove his own mask.

Underneath was a massive scar covering the left side of his face, one of his eyes were green while the other was chocolate brown, and he was looking at Logan with such longing and sadness that had Logan frozen to the spot.

"My name is Janus, I got kidnapped 15 years ago and was presumed dead ever since… I didn't think I had any family left… I barely escaped and have just been trying to survive ever since." Dece- Janus, explained, then lowered his gun with a sigh. "Logan… I'm your brother."

Logan shook his head frantically, "that's not possible, I'm an only child." He insisted, none of it made sense!

Janus let out an empty chuckle, shaking his head, "no, Logan, don't you get it? Our parents erased your memories of me." He countered, "they arranged for me to get kidnapped! They never approved of me, they thought my powers were too villainous, they were afraid of me…" he trailed off with another sigh, "who am I kidding? You're not going to believe a word I say…" he covered his face with his hand.

Logan thought briefly about escaping, Janus wasn't pointing his gun at him anymore and he was clearly deranged… but, a spark of curiosity at this strange behavior kept him where he was. Plus… there was something familiar about Janus… something he couldn't explain.

"...can you prove it?" Logan asked after a while of consideration.

Janus removed his hand from his face and stared at Logan with a spark of hope in his mismatched eyes, "what?"

"Can you prove we're related? …that you're my brother?" He couldn't believe he was asking that but, as crazy as Janus' story sounds… what kind of scientist would he be if he didn't at least test it out?

"Is our resemblance not enough?"

Ah, there's a familiar tone from the guy he's been fighting for the past few months, joking.

But Logan looked closely anyway, there wasn't anything he found to be very similar about their features and the massive scar on half of Janus' face wasn't helping…. But, his eyes.

One of them an earthy green, like Logan's… like his mother. And the other… the other a warm, chocolaty brown… like Logan's dad.

"No… it's a start though." Logan said as he continued to inspect the man in front of him, "anything more?"

Janus laughed lightly, shaking his head, "always so serious…" he thought for a moment, "well, I know you were always way too smart for your own good, you have a weird and pretty entertaining habit of taking things too literally, Agatha Christie is your favorite author… should I continue?"

Logan swallowed, shaking his head, "you could have learned that from Virgil somehow, tell me something only my brother would know and maybe I'll take your story into consideration." He tried desperately to keep his composure but the possibility of him having a long lost brother was… bothersome.

Janus sighed, "well, how about this then, I know that, deep down, you never wanted to be a hero."

The words seemed to hit Logan like a punch to his gut and he tensed, looking wide eyed at Janus. "N-no… you're wrong! I chose this path I-"

"Did you? Or did our parents make you think that this was the only path you can choose? I know you, Logan. We would often talk about it. You expressed to me your desire to simply live your life, instead of carrying the world's weight on your shoulders… you don't believe in heroes and villains, you never did." Janus insisted, walking slowly closer as he talked.

Logan was frozen to the spot… he never told anyone that… there's no way Janus could have found out… could he have simply guessed it? No, it's too accurate for a guess… but how?

"I… never told anyone… not even Virgil… how did you.." the words got stuck in his throat, this can't be true! But at the same time… it has to be true to make sense…

He didn't realize how close Janus got until he felt the light touch of his hand on his shoulder, Janus was smiling softly at him. "I missed you so much, Logan."

Logan pulled away slightly, just enough so he could feel like he could breathe again. "Hold on a moment… what about all this?" He gestured towards Janus' costume and where they were right now, "the damage you caused? The people you hurt?"

Janus raised an eyebrow, "name one person I actually killed or hurt beyond recovery. I told you, I'm just trying to survive, I'm supposed to be dead so can't really have a job, being a hero doesn't really pay and brings too much attention… The villain act was the only thing I could think of, it also helped a bit with the boredom." He laughed slightly, shrugging.

Logan narrowed his eyes, "and what about the weapon you're building?"

Janus waved dismissively, "a ruse to get you here, fed Virgil some incorrect information, wasn't hard. You were gaining on me too much and I just wanted to know who you are to get some advantage… didn't expect you to be my little brother though…" he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I see…" was all Logan can think of saying before he went quiet again.

"Does that mean… you believe me now?" Janus asked, looking hesitant but hopeful. "Can we stop fighting each other and go back to being brothers?"

Logan drew a shaky breath, "I… I don't know… I guess it's a start-" he was cut off by Janus crushing him with a hug, something Logan is not usually a fan of, but he found the embrace oddly familiar and found himself melting into it.

"I missed you… Logan, my little genius, I won't leave you again, I promise." Janus whispered softly in his ear, still refusing to let go.

"I think… I think I missed you too, in a way." Logan said, surprised at how true those words felt. My little genius… just like his father used to call him…

They stayed like that for a long while, neither wanting to let go ever again.

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A lil headcanon post for sinday before I go to sleep: Arthit's got a gun and knife play kink

[raising-harmony]

The allegations stems from the fact that an organisation raising children to step up to a certain role within the organisation isn't exactly... common, Sir. In fact most cases with these scenarios usually end up in cult like cases; For instance the child abuse and Pokemon misconduct allegations surrounding the Aether Foundation at the moment. The people are speculating the same for yours, Sir, and when one rumour starts millions of others will begin until it eventually devolves into something nasty.

The people are simply concerned about your beliefs and whether or not your children are safe in their environment, Mr Harmonia.

Right. And when a father raises his children to take on his shop when they become adults, do you believe that is a cult as well? Or is that different to you because its a more typical job?

These are my children, mind you. They may be adopted, but that doesn't mean they aren't mine. The way you phrased your concern makes it seem as if our entire team is raising random children, which, no, that is not the case. It is I alone caring for my own children and raising them as I see fit.

Not only that, but all three of them are happy and healthy. N struggles around people the way he does solely because he spent most of his life so far in a forest with feral pokémon, and I'm inclined to believe that before the pokémon took him in, he was abused by his biological family. None of that is my doing, and I'm currently working on undoing those pains inflicted on him by others.

I won't even entertain your little suggestion of pokémon misconduct. Team Plasma is about the liberation of pokémon.

And lastly, I don't know what you're referring to with the Aether Foundation. They seem like a fine organization, and I can't find any news of child or pokémon abuse relating to them. But I don't concern myself with many Alolan matters anyway.