#i will forcibly remove your kidneys

[dandelion-wings]

Saw a bookmark note on Broken Ground this morning about the healing-magic worldbuilding I included in there about elemental specialties, which draws from my running headcanon on the same subject, and I don't think I've written that down before? And I am procrastinating on work right now, so. XD My personal headcanons on how elements line up with Vision healing!

First of all, any element can be used for any kind of injury in a desperate pinch. But there are some that are better for certain kinds of issues, or worse, or in a few cases downright disastrous; with the last, what you're aiming for is to forcibly use the magic to keep the patient alive until you can get them to a healer better-suited. And there is a severity of injury or illness that can only be handled, at that point of crisis, by a certain element, wielded by a very skilled healer, and most healers, either without that skill or without that element, would simply consider them already lost.

(The last is what Barbara dealt with in Broken Ground! Barbara thinks that Anemo couldn't have saved Jean, and she's right; only her level of skill with Hydro and blood control, or an Electro user with the skills and/or training to do defibrillation, would have done it. Conversely, depending on the cause of the respiratory arrest, Barbara is right that Jean would have a better chance of restarting that person's breathing before permanent damage occurred.)

Now, moving on to elemental specifics. I'm applying these mostly to Vision-using healers, but I tend to also headcanon that they apply to a lesser degree to herbal remedies, as we get suggestions already in canon that a lot of those plants and other items have at least faint elemental affinities.

Anemo: Best for handling respiratory and pulmonary issues, obviously, though there's some things (edema or inflammation) that would be best handled in conjunction with another element. I think of Anemo healing as "generalist," in that it can do most things reasonably well but not as well as a specialist, except the aforementioned, and doesn't do much badly except bones. Anemo bone-healing, especially if it's extensive, tends to leave them somewhat brittle if it isn't followed up by later Geo treatments. When you have damage caused by an elemental source (e.g. monster attack), you do have to be a bit careful with Anemo because at times it will Swirl any remaining elemental traces left on the wound.

Geo: Best for bones! Which, after all, contain a lot of calcium, which is a mineral. Other than that, it is, like Anemo, "generalist" in much the same way, and in the opposite direction can't do as good a job on respiratory stuff in particular. Its elemental inertness does remove the Swirl problem--Crystalizing an elemental influence out of someone is usually helpful rather than the reverse--but because of that Crystallization, it can occasionally render more elementally charged medicines inert. Which is helpful if intended but inconvenient to dangerous if unintended. The activated-charcoal Vision!

Hydro: Canonically seems to be the healing element, and that's reflected in how much it's particularly good at. Do you know how much of your body is water? Do you know how much your various internal fluids affect? Almost everything. Obviously it's particularly good for blood and kidney issues, and a well-trained Hydro healer is also what you want for most illnesses and infections and all toxins, which they can pretty much almost filter straight out of the affected area and then the blood entirely. While there are specific areas in which well-trained specialists of other elements may outperform the well-trained Hydro healer, there are none in which they're particularly bad. A poorly-trained Hydro healer can have some Hydro-specific issues, mind--you want one who knows what they're doing to treat, say, edema or hypertension--but in general they're still the ideal field medic, first responder, etc.

Electro: Particularly useful for the nervous system and muscles. As mentioned above, one with the right skills and/or training can defibrillate. Ones without those skills and/or training should not, unless there's no one else around to make the attempt, and in fact that's a theme for Electro healers. A lot of the things that Electro specialists are good at are super easy to fuck up, in ways that can disable or kill someone, without enough training and skill, so a lot of Electro healers stick to basic generalist field-medicine stuff that any healer can do, like closing wounds, instead of chasing their supposed specialty. I also like to think that Electro healers tend to be particularly good at 'imaging' the internals of the body.

Pyro: There is honestly more stuff I see Pyro being particularly bad at than particularly good at! You do not want a Pyro healer for burns or severe inflammation, and those who can handle illness and internal infection generally do so by inducing a fever and using the body's own processes to burn it out, which can work well if that's something that can be solved that way, but can also go... not well. That said, they're good at more gently burning out external infection in, say, open wounds, and fantastic for hypothermia or frostbite. Pyro healing is, logically, also great for heat therapy, and Pyro healers make very good massage therapists.

Cryo: Right out of the gate, Cryo is the top-tier treatment for inflammation and dangerous fevers, and up there alongside Hydro on burns. It's great for numbing, likewise, and overall Cryo healers are great as front-line first-responders for most types of injury because they can slow what would normally be catastrophic processes down to give more time for overall treatment (justifying why we have so many Cryo healers in-game). You obviously don't want them for frostbite or hypothermia, but otherwise, that ability to slow down potentially dangerous physical processes is a huge boost in general--even if they aren't better than other generalists at other element-specific stuff, they can buy time, with severe issues, to get a specialist in or to figure out non-magical treatments.

Dendro: Like Hydro, rather "generalist," and with a well-trained healer it doesn't do anything badly at all. "Well-trained" is a key term here, as with Electro, Dendro can do unintended damage when not used properly, because its main effect that makes it such a good generalist element is that it conjoins very well with medicinal healing, and, you know, the dose makes the poison. But even when not used directly in conjunction with medicines, Dendro has an overall "vitalizing" effect that can boost the immune system and raise energy levels, which (bar autoimmune disorders) is usually helpful, so it's particularly good with illness and infection, as well. I also tend to think Dendro healing is particularly good for gastrointestinal issues.

[dakotacolestyle]

hey man, just.. uh, i heard that you got your kidneys taken. i tried to get them back for you, but..

um, anyway, are you okay?

i also thought you should know that vyncent, uh. got his liver removed. forcibly. he got better, though. i put it back 👍

-wiwi 👻

p dfw eiwi! on niky drfirnt! i don brd jidnus! :)

(PT. oh dont worry wiwi! im built different! i dont need kidneys! :) END PT.

[heathersdesk]

If I'm a Baby Killer, then You're a Human Trafficker

Once upon a time, I was having a conversation with a man in my life who, in defense of his position on abortion, asked "what about the father's rights to the children he creates?"

That's not a difficult question to answer or address for anyone who has ever been exposed to Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice.

I call it the Portia defense.

"So you want legal recognition for your DNA in a fetus as your property, something upon which you can have a legal claim?"

"Yes."

"Cool. You can have it as long as you don't take a drop of my blood in the process."

That's MY blood coursing through that fetal tissue. Those are MY lungs giving breath. That is MY stomach giving nourishment.

Men. Dudes. Owners of penises.

None of that belongs to you. You don't have a right to any of it because WE are not your property.

When y'all figure out how to separate the DNA you want claim over from everything else that doesn't belong to you in a pregnancy, then you can have your way. This is what bodily autonomy is: having ownership over your own body and all of its parts.

You can't take my blood just because you need it. You can't take my organs just because you want them. You can't forcibly use, take, or remove anything from my body just because it would serve you.

And unless you men, dudes, and owners of penises want to live in a world where anyone with enough money and power can take whatever they want from YOUR body without your consent, y'all need to stand up with us and say this is wrong.

Y'all are so used up being the beneficiaries of suffering, you forget that you're just as expendable as the rest of us.

If you don't want some celebrity or politician with enough money to forcibly take one of your kidneys, then you better start acting like it.

[skiplo-wave]

Is it shit hours? Only story I have is also slightly medical-related from my childhood so, warning for that I guess. Thing is, I'm autistic, and as a kid, I struggled with a lot of constipation, which was painful and uncomfortable. And, being who I was, I decided that the solution was to simply never poop again. I decided I just wouldn't poop, and if I died, I died. It got so bad that my parents had to forcibly give me enemas at one point, which was very traumatic for everyone involved. I became so averse to even going on the toilet that I also stopped peeing. THIS went a bit unnoticed until it reached the point that my parents noticed that I was becoming jaundiced, and when they took me in the doctors discovered that one of my kidneys was literally becoming necrotic due to me simply choosing not to expel any waste from my body, and being unwilling to listen to any reason since I was a stubborn, autistic toddler who could ignore body signals that a neurotypical person would probably consider too torturous to keep suppressing to the point of literal kidney failure. I ended up having to have half of my right kidney surgically removed, and I believe my parents resolved the "I just refuse to go to the bathroom ever again" issue by telling me that the surgery had fixed my issues with constipation, and then making sure my diet, water intake, and probably some stool softeners slipped into my food made sure that I did not become constipated and therefore believed this. I don't know if "I hated pooping so bad I nearly killed myself as a child via refusal to use the bathroom and I needed literal surgery to resolve the issue" is something else that literally anyone else has ever experienced, but it sure gave my parents a lot of grief while it lasted. So that's my poop story. If anyone has any similar experience, I'd love to hear it.

Not y’all being excited to send me your shit stories 😂

[old-cranky-and-right]

“So you’re saying that there’s such a thing as a human being without rights?”

No, I’m saying that no human being has a right to use my body without my consent, for any purpose, even to sustain its own life.

“Because abortion very much violates the fetus’s right to bodily autonomy.”

It doesn’t.

A fetus has no right to use my body without my consent to sustain its own life.

Forcibly removing it from my body doesn’t violate any of its rights.

If you were connected to my kidneys like a dialysis machine without my consent, and I disconnected you from myself, thus killing you, then none of your rights were violated.

You never had the right to sustain your own life while using my body without my consent.

In the same way, a fetus doesn’t have a right to sustain its own life using my body without my consent.

Abortion is an expression of a mothers basic human right of bodily autonomy, and an abortion doesn’t violate anyone’s human rights.

In fact, an abortion is an upholding of a persons human rights.

I decided to hold off on answering this until I could put some serious thought into my answer. It’s too easy to just parrot stuff, and nobody gains anything from that.

Again, kudos for keeping your response polite; not many people are willing to do that.

Now, you’re heavily focusing on consent here — and you’re right, it’s wrong to do something to anyone without their consent. That’s why doctors have you sign forms proving that you consent to treatment, it’s why people are up in arms about ai artwork, and it’s what distinguishes a casual hook up from rape.

The problem I’m seeing here, and you probably knew there’d be one, is that consent is a two way street. Both parties need to communicate their consent. In the examples I just listed, doctors need to ask you to confirm your consent in writing, the people creating ai systems must seek the consent of the artists their ai is trained on, and both partners must clearly agree on what they’re going to do in bed together.

A fetus has neither the means nor time to ask for your permission. By the time it can start moving on its own, you’re already well into the pregnancy. In fact, once conception occurs, the fetus is already in your body and dependent on you for its survival.

How can you require consent from someone who is unable to give it? Why condemn someone for something they had no control over?

[across11thave]

abortion: language and rhetorical arguments

In the United States, 12 people die each day who are waiting for a kidney donation.

We should have a national registry of every Americans blood type. When someone needs a kidney, an eligible match is located, arrested, and forced by the state to undergo surgical removal of their kidney for donation. It would save countless lives. Lives of full human beings, adults and children alike, innocent people who would otherwise certainly die, who do currently die every day. We could institute forced organ donation as punishment for certain crimes. We could try to make sure everyone knows what crimes could result in forced removal of their kidney, and only criminals would be forced to undergo surgery. Kidneys could be forcibly taken from people under the age of eighteen as well.

Why don’t we do this?

Clearly, it’s an absurd idea. It’s highly unethical and it would never happen. But really think about it— ask yourself why.

Because bodily autonomy is a human right. It should not be infringed upon by the state. Bodily autonomy is more important, even when another human life is at stake. The state does not have control over anything exclusively and explicitly regarding the body of a person. No forced sterilization, no forced vaccination (only consequences for not being vaccinated), no forced participation in clinical trials, etc. Even when it will most certainly save the life of a full autonomous human being.

The question of fetal personhood is different from the question of bodily autonomy. You can believe that life begins at conception, and still simultaneously believe that no person should be forced to carry a pregnancy to term against their will. If you believe that life begins at conception, for reasons personal, philosophical, religious or otherwise, then there is not really anything I can say to change your mind. I’m not trying to change your mind. There is no debate to be had. Abortion is an ugly thing. If you truly believe that life begins at conception, you can think that it is an ugly thing, you are allowed to think that. But it does not negate the fact that abortion is a human right.

I think that’s something a lot of pro-choice people need to understand. Especially when it comes to rhetorical arguments. When I see pro-choice people say, “it’s just a clump of cells,” I cringe. I really do. I do not think that this is good or useful language from a rhetorical standpoint. It is in bad faith. If that is what you believe, that is valid, but that is using language to support your ideology just as much as an anti-choice person calling it a baby. We shouldn’t get too caught up with the language we use to describe what exists in the uterus of a pregnant person. I am not concerned with it. Fetus, zygote, clump of cells, baby— each has a different medical denotation, and I am not a medical professional. I am a person making a rhetorical argument. I only believe that the language we use should not be backed by ideology or said in bad faith. If I am six weeks pregnant, what exists in my uterus? A baby? I don’t think so. I don’t really know. The only thing that matters is that it cannot exist outside of my body, therefore it is a part of my body, and I have full and complete authority over anything that concerns my body.

Ask me when life begins— I could not possibly tell you. That is a philosophical question that will never be answered. I am staunchly, dogmatically, absolutely passionately pro-choice, and I do not have a belief about when life begins. I don’t think it doesn’t begin at conception. I just don’t think about it one way or the other. Fetal personhood is beside the point of abortion as a universal human right.

If I were pregnant at the present moment, I would have an abortion. I know this with one hundred percent certainty. I know with one hundred percent certainty that I would risk my personal safety, my personal freedom if it is to become criminalized, I would risk my health, I would risk my very life to receive an abortion if it was truly and desperately the only option available to me. I know that I would. So many women feel the same and so many women have died for it. Under no circumstances would I so much as consider carrying a pregnancy to term at the present moment. Under no circumstances. That’s not because I don’t believe life begins at conception. Whether it’s a human life or not is beside the point. I do not want to carry a pregnancy to term and give birth right now. That’s all that matters.

We can understand a woman who wants to be a mother. A women who wants to be a mother is the most easily digestible idea to us on every level cultural, social, emotional, physical and personal. Even if a woman is in the worst situation, not ready, too young, too scared, cannot even care for herself, to keep the child is brave. To be a mother is something commendable. We all come from a mother. A woman who wants to be a mother is the very foundation of our world. It is the fabric of humanity as a species. Every single woman across almost all of human history is a woman who wants to be a mother, because they were quite literally given no choice in the matter, whatsoever. There is only one certainty about all of humanity long before recorded history, and that is that we had sex. It is incredibly recently in human history that any form of birth control existed and was widely available. There are many parts of the world where it still is not. All women were women who want to be mothers. They had no choice, it was the only option available to them in life. It is the instinct that ultimately motivates so much of human behavior. We can understand a woman who wants to be a mother. We have a much harder time understanding a woman who does not.

[not-another-paradox-art]

D-Day fic (title undecided)

Storyboard for context (btw I’m calling the guy next to Murdoc on the 4th panel Terry)

“You’re really gonna lug that bloke everywhere, eh?”

“Yes. Required by law.”

“Since when did you start obeying the law?”

“Since I got caught’s when,” Murdoc snapped as he shoved the comatose Stuart into the car. Terry had tagged along, one of his many hooligan friends that seemed to come and go at moment’s notice. Murdoc stared at the one-eyed, blue-haired heap slumped in the back seat. A second passed. Murdoc sat the boy up and daintily placed the limp forearm on the kid’s lap, pleased. Terry scowled. “Get in already, bender,” he muttered. “Bender!?” Murdoc yelped as he slammed the door shut. Once he hopped in the driver’s seat, he pouted and flitted his eyes around, trying to think of a comeback. Suddenly, a smirk crept across his lips. “Say, would a bender be looking to participate in...oh, I dunno, that parking lot with all those loons mucking about, eh? Care to go for a hell of a spin, Terry? Or are you some kind of bender?” Terry’s eyes widened as the greasy animal revved his late father’s jalopy.

“You’re bluffing, now.”

“Nuh-uh!” Murdoc cracked a snaggle-toothed grin, “we’re in Nottingham, mate, we may as well.” He cackled as the beat-up Vauxhall Astra, patched up from the fairly recent crash that bestowed him the unresponsive teen, sputtered its way to the parking lot derby.

By the time they got there it was raining lightly, but that wasn’t stopping anyone. Terry wasn’t too keen on potentially snapping his neck, much to Murdoc’s amusement. He opted to stand and watch while the mop-topped madman tore up the parking lot. Despite Murdoc’s mockery, Terry gave him a big smile and a double thumbs up for luck before stepping out. Murdoc smirked, and a chuckle rolled out of his throat as he fiddled with his cigarette. He tossed it out the window and slammed his foot on the gas. The deafening roar rumbled out of the car, almost drowning out the cheers. He picked up more speed and performed a few donuts, tossing the blue-haired ragdoll, still in the backseat, to-and-fro. Murdoc, however, was having a whale of a time, laughing maniacally and beeping the horn. Eventually, when he’d had his fun, he screeched to a halt next to the crowd, surveying his captive audience, panting and feeling — kind of — alive. They were going wild, waving, whistling, hollering; it’s what he longed for, what he dreamed would meet him onstage one day…

Murdoc was quickly snapped out of his musings with something else that allured him so.

Tits!!! On a lady!!!

A girl had taken her top off to, well, encourage him. And boy, did it ever. Murdoc’s freakishly long tongue lolled out of his maw as he tried to plan his last trick on the spot, the grand finale. He revved the engine once more, to another wave of applause. The speedometer gradually climbed up to around ninety as he spun the car around the lot. With his rearview mirror ravaged with cracks and rendered useless, he turned his head out the window to see if that lady was still offering her “encouragement.”

B-DUM!!!

It hadn’t been so much as two seconds before Murdoc’s car barrelled head-on into a bollard at top speed. There was a deafening crunch of metal twisting, shattered glass, and the smell of rising smoke. The car alarm rang like a cry of agony. Murdoc shrunk in his seat. The impact had left him pretty scraped up, but mostly alright; a bruise or some cuts here and there, but it was nothing he wasn’t used to. The very kid he was supposed to look after would beg to differ. Having not been buckled, Stu careened through the windshield and hit the pavement, skidding on his face for what felt like half a mile before his head made a final impact on the curb. Oops.

Almost on cue, the rain seemed to pick up slightly, and the surroundings grew dreary to match the sky. Stuart lay limp on the road, surrounded by bits of broken glass. Murdoc, hands still latched onto the wheel, craned his neck to get a look at him. Moments passed. Despite the blaring alarm and the rain, it felt just as heavy as silence.

Stuart’s fingers twitched.

He lifted his head off the ground.

Painstakingly slow, the boy who was a crumpled, immobile heap mere seconds ago pushed himself off the road. Disoriented, the spindly teen hoisted himself to a shaky standing position. And there he stood, swaying, but there he stood. Murdoc stared, gobsmacked. Then he finally got a good look at the boy’s face. He was missing teeth, he was all bloodied up, but that was barely noticeable compared to what took center stage.

Stuart had no eyes. In their place were two empty, reddish-black voids. Murdoc had bashed one in before, but what were the chances it would happen again?

Now, this was quite a unique look, Murdoc thought as a smile began to stretch across his face. That kid worked in the Keyboard Emporium, didn’t he? He was fervently plotting now, gleefully hunched over the wheel. This was an opportunity he couldn’t miss.

Murdoc stepped out of the wreckage and trotted over to the bizarre-looking fellow.

“Hey!” He waved as he approached the lost-looking lad.

“...Huh?” The further disfigured Stu turned to squint at the small, grayish, greenish, blackish blob.

“...Erm…” Murdoc scratched the back of his head. Perhaps he didn’t plot as well as he thought. “R’you...ok?” He asked, surveying the damage. The younger bloke didn’t respond, staring blankly in a now quite literal sense until he could figure out it was a person he was looking at. He looked at Murdoc, then back at the wreckage, then back at Murdoc, then the car again. Suddenly, his pitch-black eyes widened and his bleeding jaw dropped. “Oh my god!” He warbled, turning back to Murdoc, “did you crash that car?” Murdoc wasn’t entirely sure how he was supposed to answer that.

“...Yeah.”

“I coulda been killed!”

“Oh, shut up, you-“

“You saved my life, mister!” Enthused, Stuart leaned closer and began twiddling his fingers.

“...Beg your pardon?”

“Not sure why I was on the ground, but if you hadn’t crashed your car, you woulda run me over n’ killed me for certain!”

Murdoc was at a complete loss. At least this idiocy and/or delirium was in his favor.

“Yeah, let’s go with that.”

“What was that, sir?”

“Nuthin’.”

There was a bit of a pause. Stuart observed his now fuzzy surroundings. Murdoc looked at the ground and whistled for a second or two before clearing his throat. “You play keyboard, right?”

“Yeah!” A big, dopey smile spread across Stu’s scraped up face, “I work at Uncle Norman’s Keyboard Emporium. Ever been?”

“Oh yeah. I don’t think they like me very much over there, though.” They chuckled, but only Murdoc knew why it was funny.

“...Why not?” The boy tilted his head. “Not important,” Murdoc made a dismissive gesture, “anyway, erm, I’m forming a band, actually, and I think you’d be a welcome addition.” Stuart’s new eyes tried their hardest to light up. “You really mean it?”

“Sure, sure. I’m certain those… interesting looks of yours would make good frontman material. Definitely draws attention.” Stuart beamed another jacked grin, overjoyed from the pseudo-complement. “Why, thank you, mister! Sign me up! I owe ya for saving me whole life ‘n such.” Bingo. With some disinfectant and patching up, Murdoc would have the perfect face for the band. Other than his own mug, of course. “I sing too,” Stuart added. With a voice like that? “Doubt it,” Murdoc replied curtly. “Well,” he tutted, “no use standing around in this rain. I’ll nick a car and you can clean yourself up at my place.”

“Ok!”

The new recruit was rather complacent watching Murdoc smash a random car’s window and start it up, and soon enough the budding band was on the road. It felt strange for them to both be conscious. Once they were properly introduced and caught up, small talk was made, but it was dull. As frustratingly dull as the former coma patient himself.

“Er… Murdoc… whose car is this again?”

“I told you, it doesn’t matter!”

Similar conversation plagued the car throughout the ride. All the while, Murdoc found it ridiculous that this moron could look so strange and have a name like Stuart. Not if he had anything to say about it.

“We can’t keep calling you Stuart, man.”

“Then call me Stu!”

“No! It’s boring! You need a stage name, looking like that.”

“...StuPot? That’s what they called me in school.”

Murdoc groaned. “Let me do all the thinking, and you can tell me what you like best. C’mon, man, it’ll be cool.”

Murdoc ran through a list of nicknames he thought of on the spot. As Stu dismissed one after another, Murdoc grew exasperated.

“Well, if you don’t like Denthead, Dentrimental, or Dent, Daft, and Beyond, then what?! Come on, those were good!!!”

The boy shook his head, “Too long for me. I like Stuart. It’s easy to remember and quicker to write.”

“I can’t work with that criteria!”

Stu almost rose his shrill voice. “Just keep it simple, please.”

“Ugh, simple’s what we’re trying to avoid!” Murdoc scowled. “Just Dents, then?”

“Does it have to be about the dents in my skull?” Stu whined. “Well, I mean, yeah,” Murdoc retorted. “You have dents in your skull,” he continued, “that’s fuckin’ metal.” Stu nodded slowly. “It’s just a bit on the nose, innit?”

“Then…” Murdoc was damn near out of ideas. “How about… 2-Dents, then? ‘Cos you’ve got two now, don’t you? It’s not just ‘Dents’ and it could be ‘2-D’ for short, yeah? It doesn’t sound bad, even without the implication of brain damage, so there you go.” Stuart mulled it over, nodding slowly, then picking up speed as his bloody face beamed once more. “I actually really like that! That- That’s quite good, innit?” He went so far as to declare, “from now on, I want everyone to call me 2-D!” Murdoc was pleased. “That’s the spirit!” He hollered. “Right then, 2D, this is it. The big one. We’re on the road to stardom, I can feel it. This is gonna be revolutionary, just you wait.”

“Well, no… we’re on the road to your place, remember? If we’re going to stardom we must’ve taken a wrong turn…”

“Well, you see, my place happens to be where stardom is.”

“Wow! No kiddin’!”

The new duo was jovially cruising to Murdoc’s shitty bedsit in high spirits now that everyone had an appropriate title. Still, likely due to 2-D’s lack of brain functionality, it wasn’t long before conversation dissolved to nothingness.

Suddenly Murdoc cussed and banged his fist on the wheel, wide-eyed.

“What happened, Murdoc?” 2-D chirped, craning his neck at the fellow.

Murdoc had one hand on the wheel, one hand rubbing his temples. “We forgot Terry.”

“Who’s Terry?”

Murdoc hesitated, then he sat up, looking straight ahead. “Eh, you’re right, no one important.”

[crab-instruments]

Dust in the Wind Part 14 (tbb)

Master <Part 13 Part 15>

Pairing: Hunter x Secret Jedi! Reader (GN)

Rating and warning: There's a torture scene here, it will be sandwiched between ************* I did my best in guessing where to mark it, but if you feel it needs to be adjusted, please let me know. It's not a whole lot but I thought I should be careful

Words: 2.8k

a/n: I have practically finished writing the main story, not much more, but I have plans for some story bits after that may also come from reader input so stay tuned

The cold, hard metal of the ground was the first sensation you noticed before pain rolled in. Your eyes shot open, and you sat up as fast as you could, breathing becoming heavy and your wrists straining against bindings that had appeared since your capture.

Where’s Hunter? The Batch? What happened to the mission?

More discomfort shot through you as you whipped your head back and forth, studying the cell. You had to fight off the grogginess of the stun shots. From what you could tell, you were alone, and you willed yourself to concentrate long enough to reach out with the force. You couldn’t recognize anyone, and you sighed in relief.

They had gotten away and, while you hated being in your current situation, they were safe. Hopefully they would stay far, far away. Getting captured was inevitable, especially after realizing it was Mara after you, ever persistent as always. You were glad that it was only you here and the mission was still a success. Just a temporary mechanic, nothing lasts forever. Your eyes were blurry because of the extra liquid filling your vision. It had to be this way; this was the best outcome. At least, this was what you tried to convince yourself of. Being force sensitive painted a target on your back. The Batch took you in and how do you repay them? By putting them in danger.

You shook your head, trying to focus on your current situation. The Jedi Code did get one thing right; how to bottle your feelings enough to get through the existing problem.

The small gray room had typical Empire aesthetics with random cut out designs on the wall. The hum from the ray shield was the only real sound you heard, and the red glow seeped in, casting the cell in a painfully red aura. At least in this confined space, there was no ventilation that you could see, the only way out was past the shield. You thought for a moment, thinking of other possibilities, like what tools you had on you.

Quickly, you reached toward your neck, but the chain which held pieces of your lightsaber had been removed and the other pieces on your wrists were also gone. No backpack either. You’d have to wait until someone came to get you or you would die here.

It wasn’t long before you heard the echoes of footsteps heading towards you, two stormtroopers in black armor coming into view. They said nothing, but their disposition said everything. You did your best to not show fear, but you noticed instead of blasters they had staffs attached to their back’s, the ends glowing purple.

“You must be the troopers I’ve heard about, those trained to fight Jedi? Such a pity to be so useless,” you taunted as you slowly stood up. The shield door went down and the two stepped in grabbing your arms harshly. One made sure to punch your stomach before manhandling you, a small ‘oof’ falling from your lips.

They led you down a few hallways, the décor not changing much but the atmosphere was certainly heavier. You did end up noticing you were on a ship in space, possibly a large Imperial Starship. Other ships were in the area, but you didn’t get to catch much of a look as one of the troopers forcibly turned your head forward. “Kriff, you could have just told me to look forward.” Your comment was rewarded with a punch to the kidney.

The last hallway led to a larger, grand door, leading to a more important room, you guessed. On the other side, Mara stood, you could feel her. It was hard to not sense her, she almost was excited in a malicious way. A chill went through your veins, who knows what would be in store for you.

The door opened with a soft swoosh, and you saw it. You had never seen one in person, but you could tell it was a torture device. Mara was off to the side, behind a panel of buttons.

“So glad you could make it. It would have been boring if you had gotten so weak over the years that a few shots could have killed you.” She moved from her position to stand in front of you, her footsteps were different sounds. One sounded normal while the other clunked like metal against the floor, but still had a sort of grace to it. “I’ve prepared a surprise especially for you.”

“I haven’t been a Jedi for years, why do you want me? Why not just kill me?” You attempted to keep your composure.

She smiled, but nothing was comforting about it. “Where would the fun in that be? I finally found the person who I trusted and who abandoned me when I needed them the most. Why would I kill you so quickly?”

“Abandoned? I didn’t abandon you. I left the Order when I realized we were just cogs in a machine, don’t put that blame on—”

Her smile faded quickly as anger overtook her face. “You were the only one who understood my pain and I begged you to stay, yet you chose your own morals over me, chose the clones over me, over Master Valek.” She let that sink in, allowing it to catch in your lungs before continuing. “I watched you from afar, wasting your life, hiding like a scared child. Pathetic.”

“How did you find me, anyway?”

“I have scouts everywhere. One thought he saw someone that matched your description walking around Ord Mantell, so I had him set up a test. And you passed, of course.”

You thought for a moment. “The kyber crystal?” Mara smiled with terrifying pride, the expression something you wanted to move away from. “So, when exactly did you decide to become a pawn for the Sith? Did you not act out of fear as well?”

Mara was quiet for a moment, a neutral expression on her face. “It was before the Empire. I was alone, dying, when my new Master took me in. Found a wonderful place when the Empire did take over. But those who desert don’t get to have pleasant conversations, I feel it would be better to show you how I came to be here, standing before you.”

“What? How do you—” It hit you and you felt nauseous, legs going weak. Mara knew your experience force echoes and over the years of training with you, she could guess what would trigger them. “No, Mara, don’t. Please.”

She turned to walk toward the interrogation chair. “I did say it was special, no? I requested the one I specifically had been tortured on by my Master and made sure it had also been used by others. I always wanted to see how far your ability could go, maybe you’ll die before we even turn it on? I think we should find out.”

The guards holding your arms moved you forward, and you did everything in your power to stop. You elbowed one hard enough to get them to back off and round house kicked the other, but suddenly your limbs were no long listening to you. The sound of electricity filled your ears, and you felt a strong shock course through your body. You were too weak to continue fighting back in that moment and that was all that was necessary.

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The cuffs were off your wrists and the guards spread your arms to put you in the device. Instantly, you thought you had been lit on fire. No force echo had ever been as strong as this. Every particle in your body felt like it was separating from itself. You heard screaming and you weren’t sure if your voice was also a part of it. Dying in lava or in the vastness of space felt more comforting. Mara’s feelings of abandonment washed over you, but it was quickly overtaken by every other Jedi’s fear and pain. You pushed against the restraints, going through waves of wanting to resist and then having no fight left in you at all. Hopelessness. Darkness. You thought you were fading when you felt others meet their end in the echo.

The last feeling was the pure evil and hatred of those who gave in. If they felt half the pain you felt right now, you couldn’t blame them. It started to overtake you, calling you. It never felt more enticing to give in and become part of the Dark Side. The pain would stop. You wouldn’t be hunted anymore. You’d be all powerful. You could have anything you want.

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Not everything.

Visions of Hunter and the Batch surfaced in your head. You couldn’t have them.

You started to push back on the feeling, putting everything behind it, the force blasting out. Everything stopped at once, the visions, the pain, the screaming. You slumped forward.

“Fascinating. We haven’t even turned it on yet.”

Considering the amount of effort that went into stopping that, you weren’t sure if you could handle much more. You warily lifted your head. “Mara, I’m sorry you felt abandoned. We don’t have to do this. We coul—” A real shot of electricity went through you. It felt different, almost more bearable considering you weren’t experiencing several different tortures at once, but it felt more real. You were already raw, and it seemed the electricity danced with excitement through your muscles.

Mara stopped it before speaking. “It’s too late for that. I’ve made my decision, now I’ll make yours for you.”

Before she could start, alarms filled the air. The ringing in your ears was almost too loud to notice it but the flashing lights that filled the room gave it away. The door opened, an officer quickly came in and said something to Mara, but you couldn’t figure out what.

Finally, she turned back to you. “I have something more pressing to address, sorry to leave so suddenly. Do be a dear and patiently wait here for me, will you?”

“Is it a requirement for Sith to speak so pompous or was it your choice to become more pretentious?” You spit out before she left.

In response, she turned the machine back on, leaving you to sizzle on a lower setting. “Feel free to increase the power if they get feisty, but don’t kill them.” Her cape whipped around her as she left, the door closing behind her.

You didn’t know how long it had been since Mara had left, it felt like hours had passed. It may have been a lower setting but resisting became more difficult as time went on.

The door opened suddenly, and two shots went out. The guards on either side of you fell down quickly.

“Tech, turn that thing off!” You thought you heard Hunter’s voice, but that couldn’t be. I must be close to death to hear his voice.

“Maxis!” Hunter’s voice sounded so scared. This is not the sound you wanted to hear when you were about to die. Couldn’t he sound a little happier?

The electricity stopped a moment later and you fell unceremoniously to the ground. Or what you thought was the ground.

A large hand cradled your face and you realized you were wrapped in someone’s arms.

“Maxis, please, open your eyes.”

“Not to be rude or anything, I am glad you’re the one with me as I’m dying, but I would love it if you sounded a bit more upbeat.”

“You’re not dying. Not yet at least.” With that, you finally opened your eyes.

“Hunter? If I’m not dying, why are you here?” You gasped as you realized what this would mean. “No no no no no no! You shouldn’t be here!”

“Maxis, calm down, we’re going to get you out of here.”

“How? Why?” Tears were rolling down your face, emotions in chaos as you couldn’t figure out if you were happy or scared.

Tech spoke up. “I put a tracker in your backpack when you first joined us. I would explain more but we need to go meet up with the others.”

Hunter stood and carried you. You could feel how relieved he was to have you back. “Hunter, you have to let me go and get out of here. Mara… She won’t stop hunting me. I’m… a Jedi.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that out when you used the force to push me out of the building. Crosshair filled in the rest.” If you weren’t in your current situation, you would feel a bit shameful.

Tech’s comm beeped and Echo appeared around the corner, your backpack in hand. You pulled it to your own hands and started to dig through it, ignoring the looks the clones were giving you. Whoever had taken from you had put all the pieces of your lightsaber in the bag. You slowly made your way to the ground from Hunter’s arms and started to put the pieces together using the force, just like your Master had taught you many times before.

After a moment, you held the saber in your hand and turned it on. The sound of the saber igniting filled the hallway and the green light the emanated from it warmed the air. You turned it off and stood, facing the three others in the hallway. “Where are the others?”

An explosion in a different part of the ship gave you the answer. “They are right on schedule,” Tech noted.

Hunter led the way, needing to adjust the pathways to avoid large groups of troopers. The ship shook and the lights flickered, and you questioned if them blowing up the ship while still on it was the best plan of action. The group stumbled into a bigger room, a training room, you realized. It was split into two parts, a bridge over a gap that you couldn’t see the end to. You almost mentioned how extra ridiculous it was before two purge troopers, similar to the ones who had taken you to the interrogation room, appeared.

“Jedi! I’ve been waiting for this!” one yelled. You gritted your teeth.

You would never admit it willingly, but the last force echo did get to you, anger and vindication filling your body with renewed energy. You stepped forward and motioned for the rest to stay back. Hunter hesitated but saw the look in your eyes and complied.

You readied your weapon as they readied theirs, but they moved forward on the bridge. Taking a breath, you steadied yourself.

With a flick of your wrist, you threw your ignited lightsaber like a boomerang, quickly hitting the furthest trooper and knocking him to the left gap. The first, surprised by the action, hesitated. Using his pause, you did a tornado force kick to throw him in the other direction. His body hit the wall and he fell quickly to his demise. A moment later, you caught you lightsaber and holstered it.

There was a brief silence before Echo silently said, “…You could do that the whole time?” You turned to look at the three, who looked back at you with different stages of awe in their stances.

With a sheepish look on your face, you cleared your throat and responded, “Uh, we should keep moving.” Echo and Tech nodded, passing you quickly. You took a moment to watch as Hunter took off his helmet and walk over to you.

You could barely register what was happening as he spoke. “That was so impressive, and I really want to kiss you right now. Can I?” Instead of answering with words, you gripped the top of his armor to bring his head to yours and you kissed him passionately, like you weren’t running for your lives on an Imperial star ship. His lips were softer than you imagined but everything about this kiss was perfect.

…Except the location.

“I’m glad Wrecker now owes me 5 credits, but we need to move!” Echoes voice cut through your moment.

Hunter brought your foreheads together for a moment before separating, putting his helmet back on. You followed him through the room.

“The others are down the hallway,” Tech informed the group. The lights in the ship officially went out and more creaking could be heard. You rushed to meet with the others and then headed towards the hanger, where the Marauder was waiting.

You watched as the rest get into the hanger but before you could enter yourself, you were thrown off your feet backwards, slamming into a wall. Another ray shield lit up, blocking your way into the hanger. Hunter had turned around and screamed your name, but nothing could be done from his end.

The sounds of mismatched footfalls filled the air, seemingly louder than the entire ship breaking a part.

“You thought you could get away that easy? How cute.”

Part 15

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Notes:

Purge Troopers: I think they are neat, the model I used is this one also from Fallen Order.

Interrogation Chair: I wrote this because someone I think on reddit expressed the amount of turmoil Cal from Fallen Order would experience from the force echo and I'm evil but I'm sorry

Fight Scene Breakdown: Saber throw is something like this but with an ark. I always thought It would be cool to use the force with your legs/feet more often, like an air bender, so I made it happen. The tornado kick looks like this.

Also the saber is green because I’m a basic bitch and I think green sabers look the best on most backgrounds.

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[prorevenge]

Destroy my childhood, ruin my chance at college, and laugh when I said I was homeless? Lol cool, I'll ruin your life.

Long story. TL;DR at the end.

BACKSTORY: My mother was a really shitty person. I have 4 other siblings. One older sister, 3 way younger, 3 different dads. Before I was born (im a male btw), my oldest sister was taken away from my mother when she was a few months old because she tried to stab/slice the father of my sister WHILE HE WAS HOLDING HER. She lost custody and the dude left her. Older sister goes to live with her fathers family in a different city. CUE LIL OL ME COMING INTO THIS SEXY WORLD. My dad went to jail 2-3 years after I was born for a while, I rarely saw him. He's an alcoholic if that matters. She was a single mother but she made it work and she worked hard. One of the bigger problems was that she took out all her agression and hatred of my father on me as well as work stress and etc. She dealt with sexual abuse growing up which I'm sure definitely affected her relationships and how she treated me as well. Anyways...

Cue me being abused from the age of 4-5 to about 17. Every day was hell. She was extremely strict and her perspective was warped. She was also pretty big in stature and had alot of strength. Examples of her being shitty: I've gotten beaten up badly once because HER room was dirty. The dishes weren't washed and I got beaten soon as I got home, even if there werent dishes when I left to school. If i walked too loud, id get my ass beat. She broke my nose for looking at her the wrong way on my 10th birthday when she brought me a cake I was allergic too(It had peanuts, she knows im slightly allergic but feigned ignorance..) It was more or less every day or every other day. She used her fists/elbows/extension cords/hangers/chairs/canes/bats/etc. Whatever she could find I was getting beaten with. I couldn't ever escape to my room for long because she would always call me every few minutes to get her things or to yell at me. She never drank or did drugs or anything. Whenever she was upset and I happened to be in front of her she'd kick me down the stairs to make me hurry up. She's put a knife to my neck before and had to be forcibly stopped by her bf of the time. Burned my christmas presents from other people (she didnt get me anything that year) and just other really shitty things. The only thing I will say, she tried really hard to make up for it with video games and electronics and etc. It didn't make a difference to me though, it never helped.

She controlled most aspects of my life. I got by with little petty revenges. Peeing in the lipton iced tea she drank. Rubbing her forks and spoons between ny buttcheeks before i served her dinner. Ignoring her screams for help when she had kidney stones (how tf am i supposed to help anyways??) But by the time i got to highschool I turned to alcohol. I resented her and the negative atmosphere affected who I was as a person. I started to be cold and uncaring. Calculated. She started kicking me out every few months telling me to find somewhere else to live by age 15. She sent me away to a different country for a year and tried to keep my passport but I made it back to the US with the help of the embassy and my step father (she'd already left by that time and found some other dude). I came back senior year with no credits for the prior grade which ended with me getting a GED. I spent most of the time i could with my best friend and started working shitty jobs. I was terrible at saving as i had accumulated loads of shitty habits while growing up so it didnt make much difference. She eventually told me that If i went to college, I would ALWAYS have a place to live until I finished. Cue my first 2 semesters at a 2 year college, I maintained a 3.7ish gpa. My teachers loved me and it was my escape. Towards the end of my 2nd semester during finals, i came home late one night around 10pm and my mother yanks the door open screaming in my face asking when I'll move out. I'm slightly drunk and decide to completely ignore her and walk to my room. If I opened my mouth, that day would be the day I blew up and cursed her out. I've rarely ever raised my voice at her because it never ended well. Now at this point im 19 and I've been doing school full time with no savings. Im also fairly fit and could easily take my mom at this point (Never laid a hand on her or any woman, i hate violence). I get to my room, she rips my door open, and starts yelling. I say nothing and stare at her. She walks away and called the police on me saying she thought id murder her and my younger siblings. I don't know where the fuck she got that idea from as she's the one who's nearly killed me many times.

I packed everything into a duffle bag and left 5 minutes afterwards. I failed all of my finals because I couldnt make it to my school. Things kinda spiraled and the next 2-3 years were me on and off homeless. I survived the best I could in a big city with no college degree and made alot of shitty choices due to my shitty habits. Eventually i found a profitable hobby that gave me meaning and through that i started to work my way up. Got my own apartment, had a full time job, and did my hobby on the side. I hadn't kept up contact with my mother at all but my younger sister who was old enough to have a phone found me on social media so i saw photos and such, she didn't have it anywhere near as bad but she did get beaten occasionally. My mother reached out via email all smiles asking how I've been. Now guys, ive always been envious of the relationship most ppl have with their moms so I gave her a chance and gave her a call. We talked for a few minutes and everything was civil and seemed like things would go okay but then...

She asked me what I've been up to the last few years and I told her honestly, that I was homeless for a while and struggled alot after what she did to me but I worked my way out of it. SHE LITERALLY LAUGHS. She laughed for a few seconds in a very condescending kinda chuckle and then said "I never did a thing to you so you don't know what abuse is! its your own damn fault you were homeless. So how about yo-" but by that point I hung up. I was speechless and fuming. I don't know what abuse is? OKAY BITCH. IVE SPENT TOO FUCKING LONG LETTING YOU DESTROY MY SANITY. NOW IS THE TIME.

There was a few things my mother didn't know. One, I knew for a fact that current well paying job she had was gotten on lies as she never got her college degree and lied about it on her resume. Two, I had access to all of her email accounts and cloud storage accounts since I was the one that set them up when I was younger and she never changes her passwords. Lastly, she DEFINITELY wasn't aware that from 13yrs old and onto the last time she hit me I took photos of ALL my bruises/marks/wounds/bloody noses saving them to my computer and then google drive. ON TOP OF THAT, my little sister had been sending me photos via social media of the bruises she got from my mom.

The first thing I did was compile ALL of those photos/videos into one folder. I then reached out to CPS in my city and explained that my siblings were being abused, how I was abused in the past, and that I had mountains of proof. Since ive called the cops on my mother before AND the thing that happened with my older sister, there was immediately a home visit. They arrived almost a day later with the police and coincidentally my mother was literally in the process of beating my younger sister when they were knocking. Cue an Emergency removal of all my siblings from the house and my mother getting arrested though she was released hours later. (I was getting a day to day play by play because my mothers best friend is a blabber mouth and everything my mother said she told her son who relayed it to me without either of their knowledge.) I sent CPS all the evidence and there's a legit case against my mother now. The next day I emailed and then called up her job to inform them that she had lied about having a very necessary college degree as well current events in her life which sparked a background check. She was fired days later. Say adios to 75k and a blacklist in the only industry you know how to work. I then spitefully deleted every cloud account and email address I ever made for her, which was all of them which im sure will make keeping up with alot bills and etc nearly impossible. I then anonymously reported her to the IRS because of the tax fraud she committed for years by claiming people's children that weren't hers with ALOT of detailed information since I lived with her while she did it.

So now, my mother lost all her kids and her job. Im meeting with a caseworker from CPS next week to talk more about what happens moving forward but I do know they're NOT going back. Idk how she's gonna pay her mortgage now and survive. I'm sure she's gonna get a call from the IRS who'll be looking for a few thousand dollars she owes them. She also has to go back to court in a few months, not exactly sure what she was charged with but ill update when I find out how everything turns out.

Side Note: She isn't aware im the cause of any of this. I plan on keeping tabs on her and waiting until it seems like she's close to death before I tell her it was all me and I peed in her lipton.

TL;DR - My mother abuses me badly for most of my life as well as my younger siblings. I have to drop out of college and support myself after she drove me to homelessness. She proceeds to laugh at me about me being homeless and denys abuse. So I ruined her life by getting my younger siblings removed and her arrested, making her lose her job, reported her to the IRS, and essentially set her up so that the remainder of her life is full of disaster and hardships.

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[masterge77]

A brief list of atrocities committed by China in recent years

You hear about the Hong Kong Protests, you’ve most likely heard of the Tienanmen Square massacre, and you probably know of the Uyghur genocide, but it goes FAR beyond just that: This was taken from a comment made by Ender12123 on this YouTube video, credit to him for compiling this list: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ebMI2xDtn4

Hundreds of human rights lawyers (not even dissidents, just the LAWYERS who defended people) were snatched by gestapo all over China in what is known as the 709 Crackdown [1].

One of those lawyers, Wang Quanzhang was sentenced to 4.5 years for "subversion of state power" [2]. But that's not enough. China actually went after Wang's 6-year-old son, forcing him out of his school and banning any other school from taking him in [3].

A dissident, known as Wang Bingzhang was kidnapped by Chinese agents in Vietnam and sentenced to life in prison after a closed trial that lasted 1 day. [4]

A man wore a t-shirt with the word "Xitler" on it and was disappeared [5]. Eventually he was tried for "subversion of state power" while barred from meeting with lawyers. [6]

Another man, Wang Meiyu hold up a placard calling for Xi’s resignation & democracy. He was arrested for "picking quarrels”. He ended up dead in custody. [7]

A woman live-streamed herself splashing ink on a Xi poster. She was disappeared [8]. Her last social media update: "Right now there are a group of people wearing uniforms outside my door. I’ll go out after I change my clothes. I did not commit a crime. The people and groups that hurt me are the ones who are guilty" [9]. Later on, there was report of her being sent to a psychiatric hospital [10]. After the ink-splash woman's disappearance her father made a series of broadcast to call attention to her plight. He ended up getting taken away by the police in the middle of a live stream. [11]

5 people associated with a Hong Kong bookstore that sold titles such as "Xi Jinping and His Six Women" were disappeared. Only one managed to escape back to HK. He held a press briefing to tell the world about his kidnapping by China. He's now in exile in Taiwan. The other 4 are still somewhere in China. [12]

And, of course 1.5 million - 3 millions Uyghurs rounded up in concentration camps [13], including leaked footage of a large number of blindfolded Uyghurs shackled together. [14]

A Canadian journalist wanted to debunk reports of Chinese anti-Muslim repression so he went on a stage-managed show tour put on by China. That means he only saw a fake Potemkin village that China actually thought was acceptable by Western standard. But the brutality of even this fake Potemkin village stunned him. Now imagine what's really happening in the real concentration camps where millions of Uyghurs are being held. Imagine how bad the true situation is. [15]

Using minorities & political prisoners as free organ farms [16]. A doctor's eye witness account: 'The prisoner was brought in, tied hand and foot, but very much alive. The army doctor in charge sliced him open from chest to belly button and exposed his two kidneys. Then the doctor ordered Zheng to remove the man’s eyeballs. Hearing that, the dying prisoner gave him a look of sheer terror, and Zheng froze. “I can’t do it,” he told the doctor, who then quickly scooped out the man’s eyeballs himself.' [17]

Call for retraction of 400 Chinese scientific papers amid fears organs came from Chinese prisoners. [18]

15 Chinese studies retracted due to fears they used Chinese prisoners' organs Cultural genocide (and organ harvests, of course). [19]

A uyghur's testimony: "First, children were stopped from learning about the Quran, then from going to mosques. It was followed by bans on ramadan, growing beards, giving Islamic names to your baby, etc. Then our language was attacked – we didn’t get jobs if we didn’t know Mandarin. Our passports were collected, we were told to spy on each other, innocent Uyghur prisoners were killed for organ harvesting" [20]

And now China is moving beyond Uyghur and cracking down on its model minority Hui Muslim. 'Afraid We Will Become The Next Xinjiang': China's Hui Muslims Face Crackdown: "The same restrictions that preceded the Xinjiang crackdown on Uighur Muslims are now appearing in Hui-dominated regions. Hui mosques have been forcibly renovated or shuttered, schools demolished, and religious community leaders imprisoned. Hui who have traveled internationally are increasingly detained or sent to reeducation facilities in Xinjiang." [21]

Along with the Uyghur and Hui Muslims, Christian churches are being closed down throughout the country, with some churches being forced to replace the Ten Commandments with quotes by Xi Jinping, and portraits of Mao Zedong as a means of forcing people to adhere to the party at all times. [22]

One church had it’s cross torn down [23], and throughout the country, Christians have been being hunted down [24].

Just like the Nazis, the Chinese are now burning books that don’t comply with the party’s stringent and intolerant ideology, most especially religious texts. [5]

And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. What is occurring in China is horrible and appaling, and big corporations continue to prop up this inhumane government, and nobody's doing anything about it, the corporations are blinded by greed that they don't see the atrocities in China.

Sources: 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/709_crackdown 

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2019/jan/28/wang-quanzhang-china-sentences-human-rights-lawyer-to-four-years-in-prison 

https://chinachange.org/2019/09/06/imprisoned-lawyer-wang-quanzhangs-six-year-old-son-once-again-forced-out-of-school/ 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wang_Bingzhang_(dissident) 

https://www.hongkongfp.com/2016/11/03/young-chinese-activist-missing-after-sharing-plan-to-wear-xitler-t-shirt-on-cpc-anniversary-report/ 

https://www.hongkongfp.com/2017/02/15/chinese-xitler-activist-trial-subversion-lawyers-barred-seeing/ 

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2019/sep/27/death-of-chinese-activist-in-police-custody-prompts-calls-for-investigation-into-torture

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9sF34fJwh0 

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/china-woman-dong-yaoqiong-disappears-spraying-ink-xi-jinping-a8455166.html 

https://www.hongkongfp.com/2018/07/23/chinese-protester-splashed-ink-xi-jinping-poster-sent-psychiatric-hospital-report/ 

https://www.hongkongfp.com/2018/07/14/police-interrupt-youtube-live-stream-father-missing-chinese-woman-splashed-ink-xi-jinping-photo/ 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Causeway_Bay_Books_disappearances 

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2019/may/04/us-accuses-china-of-using-concentration-camps-uighur-muslim-minority

 https://www.reddit.com/r/worldnews/comments/d722aw/chinas_detention_of_uighurs_video_of_blindfolded/ 

https://nationalpost.com/news/canadian-went-to-china-to-debunk-reports-of-anti-muslim-repression-but-was-shocked-by-treatment-of-uyghurs 

https://www.reddit.com/r/worldnews/comments/c1my5j/china_is_harvesting_organs_from_detainees_uk/

https://nypost.com/2019/06/01/chinese-dissidents-are-being-executed-for-their-organs-former-hospital-worker-says/ 

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2019/feb/06/call-for-retraction-of-400-scientific-papers-amid-fears-organs-came-from-chinese-prisoners 

https://www.newscientist.com/article/15-15-studies-retracted-due-to-fears-they-used-chinese-prisoners-organs/ 

https://www.independent.co.uk/voices/china-uyghur-muslim-rules-laws-treatment-chinese-human-rights-religion-a8534161.html 

https://www.npr.org/2019/09/26/763356996/afraid-we-will-become-the-next-xinjiang-chinas-hui-muslims-face-crackdown

https://www.foxnews.com/faith-values/china-ten-commandments-church-crackdown

https://www.express.co.uk/news/world/1031890/christian-persecution-christianity-china-news

https://www.ibtimes.sg/video-after-uyghur-muslims-christians-are-being-hunted-china-bible-banned-36046

https://www.ibtimes.sg/china-just-like-nazi-germany-1930s-burning-books-35711

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Mistaken Chapter Seven

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THERE ARE NO ENDGAME SPOILERS, THIS IS A DELAYED UPLOAD FROM AO3

Fic Summary: Peter Parker has been given the responsibility of bringing in a new recruit. Now, as an adult, he realizes that none of the trashy YA novels he read in high school could have prepared him for this. There was a storm on the horizon, and all they could do from the Tower is watch.

Chapter Summary: So this is definitely a chapter on my list of necessary revisions HOWEVER,  I’m writing one from some other characters POV just to shed some extra light on the circumstances surrounding what happens in this chapter. I think for sure we’ll get some Tony vignettes and maybe Steve and Darcy as well, just assessing Kaida and Tony and their states of mind (fragile, not great) and get into some motivating factors. Also, I know it’s a long time in coming but the big bad is coming soon. It’s not just Kaida vs herself as the main conflict in this piece. 

Warnings: drinking, smut, the like

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The next day, I was reading the next book on my to be read list when Peter came screeching into the common room. “Cranewood!!” He practically shrieked as he ran, hips first into the back of the couch I was lounging one. He miscalculated his own speed and toppled over the back, faceplanting right into my lap.

“Oh my god, oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t-oh, Jesus, I’m so sorry I just totally invaded your personal space and literally put my face there and oh my god.” He cut his own self off and blushed so deep, the tips of his ears almost flowed red. Peter licked himself back up and adjusted his blue sweatshirt before running his hands through the hair on the back of his neck and refusing to make eye contact with me.

“Peter?”

“Y-yeah what’s up Kaida,” he managed to squeak out before coughing and clearing his throat, lowering his voice to compensate. I just stared back at him expectantly, dog-earring my page before slamming the book shut between my thighs. He blinked twice before shifting uncomfortably between feet. I swear, for an adult man, this boy sure acted like a gawky sophomore a lot.

“Oh. Oh yeah!!! We’ve met before. Cranewood School for Girls. Technically you and Spider-Man met but... I’m hurt that you were never even going to mention the first time I saved your life. What’s up with that? And also how did a Hydra ghost end up on Long Island at an elite prep school for upstanding young women and-“ I tuned him out unconsciously.

In truth, I had completely forgotten my run in with Spider-Man when I was 13. My sister and I were much too busy then still readjusting to a normal lifestyle we’d never had and covering our tracks while breaking enough laws to provide for ourselves, day in and day out.

Nadia had laundered enough money that We had more than enough for a down payment on a small apartment in the Long Island area and I was proficient enough in my mimicry and illusion work that we were able to enroll in school with a late start due to our “parents” and their extremely generous donations. It certainly helped that Nadia and I were both whip-smart.

I remembered the day Spidey was talking about. Some jack booted Hydra thug had stormed the grounds and held my class hostage, because his primary target, Anna, who was the daughter of a senator, was my classmate. Luckily, she sat about as far away from me as popular so the Agent was never able to see my face. I didn’t realize the whole upset was over until I had felt a large hand rubbing my back.

Of course, it was Spider-Man that came to my rescue. That day seemed to repeat itself over and over with no end sight. Of course, he was comforting me. His super hearing was the first power I’d ever assimilated by accident. We should test that more in the lab.

As I opened my mouth to finally suggest a battery of tests to Peter, FRIDAY started shouting instructions to be heard over the loud clang of the emergency bell.

Science could wait.

A few months later

The alarm cut through my concentration. It turned out to be just a bigger Code Green false alarm. We’d had two in the last week. I’m not blaming it on any specific individuals but there’s was something to be said in the 200% uptick in near Code Green’s since Dr. Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis, intern and mechanical engineer extraordinaire returned from Reykjavik. But who was I to complain? After the relocated to the Tower back in May, just three months ago, there were more Strawberry pop tarts in the pantries than I’d ever seen before in my life. And it was so relieving to have another ‘devil may care’ woman around the Tower.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Natasha for all that she is but she’s just a teacher to me. And Wanda read as more of a mom friend in my mind. Darcy is the kind of girl you make up desperate housewives drinking games with. We gravitated toward each other immediately, bonding over baking, needling Tony, and then bemoaning the lack of clubbing appropriate company. She also held no judgment for me about my past, which I couldn’t believe until I saw her and Bucky making googly eyes at each other from across the room, then it all clicked.

Darcy Lewis had become my best friend, big sister and closest confidant and just a week’s time. Now, a few months later, there were still no hydra threats and my probation was set to be lifted this evening. “The perfect time to go clubbing “ Darcy had declared it, before enlisting my strengths to remove, forcibly if necessary, the science squad from their labs. And then to force them out into the world of the living. The only member to straight up refuse was Tony, as was expected. We had been… Cordial to one another but never anything more. I am nearly positive he had Friday keep tabs on my location just so he could avoid me at all times. Inevitably, we would run into each other Coming and going from our quarters or as we made our way to and from our designated lab spaces. I still didn’t quite understand why Tony lived on the same floor as the rest of the Avengers when I knew damn well he had his own penthouse in the tower.

Anyways, my lab was certainly something to behold. The calling it my lab was a bit of a stretch considering I didn’t build anything really, I just tested my powers and checked my biological markers with gadgets that Tony, Bruce, and Dr. Helen Cho had come up with together. We were still waiting for a contact from a group called the guardians who would potential he be able to determine what part alien I am. But it was the world’s most high tech library/relaxation room/artist’s studio. All to make remaining in it all day for the sake of data aggregation tenable.

To say I was bored out of my mind at first was an understatement. But over time I began to have visitors. Darcy was a daily, and surprisingly, so was Pietro. Peter and Bucky also visited, if less frequently. And, oddly enough, Vision was there almost all the time. I asked him about it once and he shrugged (how does a former AI program shrug so effectively) and simply stated that my presence combed his mind. Whatever that meant.

In any case, I wasn’t as bored or lonely anymore. In fact, I could almost swear that something was developing between Pietro and I.

Earlier this week, as I was doing the Times word search and also project in my powers to deflect incoming projectiles, my hair was flipped up and into my face, causing my concentration to skip which led to a tennis ball smacking me right in the face. Above me, Pietro burst out laughing and DUM-E beeped apologetically.

“I don’t think I can forgive you for this,“ I deadpanned, reaching back to jab him in the kidney, which he promptly dodged, all the while still cackling. When his laughing fit finally subsided, he stood back up straight.

“I have an idea, “he announced proudly.

“Stop the presses everyone, and called the Vatican, Speedy here has an idea. It must be a miracle. First one in a decade. The world must be ending,” I replied, looking at him and trying not to smirk. I will give him props because the obscene shocked and hurt that filled his face moments later was almost convincing. He chuckled and moved to sit on the stool next to me. He said nothing, only staring at me.

“Okay Zippy, what was your big idea?”

“You haven’t tested your instinctual and biological responses enough. For example, the fight or flight instinct is recreated too imperfectly in simulated situations to be of any use to you. However, there is another way around that beyond throwing yourself into open combat.” I tilted my head, waiting for him to continue. He leaned forward placing his hands on my side and leaning closer. Hesitant but not opposed, my eyes fluttered chat. Instead of kissing me as I had assumed (hoped!) was his plan, I felt his lips brush against the shell of my ear. I shattered at the sensation, anticipating.

“I have a question “, he whispered. I mumbled my acknowledgment and it took me a few seconds to process what he had said and by that time it was already too late. “ are you ticklish,” he had whisper gently. Now he was mercilessly attacking my side with one, extremely quick fingers, whenever I moved to try to escape, he was there.

I collapsed to the ground, giggling breathlessly before I cut myself and put on my grumpy face. Pietro smiled lazily and shifted so his knees were on either side of my thighs.

“ if you tickle me again, I’ll scream,” I warned him.

“ I bet I could have you screaming my name,” he replied cheesily.

“ I actually hate you right now. I’m considering making you my official arch nemesis. I might make T-shirts. And badges. Definitely badges.”

“Who’s making badges? Didn’t you know nemesis badges are so last season? This is why you should consult the great and powerful Darcy on all things,” came the snarky voice of my best friend from the lab door. I urgently pushed Pietro up and off of me. But as was the theme of the day, I was seconds too late, and Darcy saw us in a position that looked extremely compromising without context.

She raised her eyebrows at me, cheeks twitching as she managed, for once, to hold back whatever retort she thought of once she saw me beneath Pietro. Instead, she readjusted herself and offered me a hand to pick me up off of the slightly dusty floor. I made a mental note to give DUM-E the Swiffer tonight.

After I was back on my feet and thoroughly dusted off, Darcy approached the silver-haired man who was currently leaning against one of my shoulder high bookshelves, jabbing her finger into his sternum. “You hurt my sister and I know an Asgardian who can make your life a living hell. And no, I’m not talking about Thor. Plus, you should be scared of me, I’ve bested him in combat once before and I can certainly take you. So watch yourself Maximoff,” she growled before stomping away, grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me along behind her. “We’ve talked about this,” she hissed at me after her suite door slammed behind us. She’d been silent the entire elevator ride down to her floor. I loved Darcy but she was still a little paranoid about FRIDAY always being present and listening in.

“Darcy it wasn’t like that, he... tickled me?”

She snorted in disbelief. “Yeah, I bet he did. Looked like he wanted to do a lot more from where I was standing kid. I’m telling you he’s bad news. What do you see in him anyway?”

I scoffed at her insinuation that somehow, Pietro would be the rotten one between us. “Dee I was literally sleeping with Tony Stark a few months ago while I had intimate knowledge of his fiancés fate. Plus I’m not exactly innocent in literally any sense if the word...” I trailed off but she just glared at me, which was her way of telling me that we weren’t leaving until I answered all of her questions.

I sighed and plopped myself down on her cozy armchair, putting my feet up. “It’s just... he’s easy to be around Darcy. It’s not hard, I don’t have to think about anything twice, there’s no pressure. He’s funny, makes me smile, puts up with my shit. And he doesn’t want more from me than I’m willing to give. We’re as easy as breathing.” I blinked, shocked at the words that had just come out of my mouth. Sure, I would admit to having a crush on the guy, he was hot and snarky. I loved that. Wait, love? I really was losing my mind.

“You know what, forget anything I just said. Let’s go out clubbing like you suggested and find me a man to get under for the night. I have to blow off some steam. I’m delusional and sappy over here.”

Darcy shrugged, noncommittally. “What?!” I demanded, confused as all hell.

“If you really feel that way about him, you should tell him. He may not be pushing you to give more than you’re ready for, but is he going to be prepared to give you everything you want, or is he just here for the safe convenience of it Kaida? You two have been prancing around each other like orphaned fawns, afraid to let yourselves get hurt and calling it sacrifice for the other. Or maybe he just doesn’t care and wants to play dirty because you’re available and convenient. “

I was a little hurt at her words but I could see the truth behind them. It was time Pietro and I had a chat. But not before I went out and had fun with my best friend. I relayed that thought to Darcy who excitedly squealed as we plotted to get the Science Squad out and about with us.

That brings us to now. Several of us piling into the biggest limo I’d ever seen. Bruce, Jane, Nat, Clint, Thor, Wanda, Pietro, Sam, Helen, the super soldiers, and even Peter had elected to join Darcy and I out tonight. It was certainly going to be one for the history books.

Smushed as we were in the back of the vehicle, it was oddly calming. For the first time today I felt as though I had time to just think for myself. I brushed my hand along my inner left forearm and shivered as a chill climbed down my spine. The perfectly raised but horrifically off-kilter writing simply read ‘cereal?’ today. Not much to go on if I were actively looking for my soulmate. Not that I would.

Whatever being it was that decided that two halves, or sometimes thirds or fourths of the same soul, would be imprinted with the first and last words their counterparts said for that day, was a complete and total madman.

It wasn’t a whole lot to go off of. I knew they were older than me because I’d gotten the marking before I could speak and I was advanced for my age. I knew they were New Yorkers just by the way they’d mention certain places and things offhand.

But I wasn’t looking for them. It was fairly obvious to me, at that point, that becoming a fixture in my life was beneficial to absolutely no one. And, based on the blip of feeling or insight I’d get mentally from my soulmate bond, whoever they were had a strong sense of duty. Someone who felt duty bound to a person like me would only end up dead.

And yeah, maybe I was kidding myself and these were really just excuses to protect myself from losing more of the people I cared about but honestly who gave a fuck. There were millions of people in this city. What were the odds we’d even run into each other?

Too high. But there was nothing I could do about that.

And then, after what felt like hours, the car stopped and the group spilled out on to the sidewalk before scrambling to the door of the club, bypassing the line. It was one of the classier, more exclusive establishments in town but not too high brow to preclude any riff-raff.

Cue Darcy Lewis, the bane of all rationality. Darcy’s personality was that of an instigator. I, on the other hand, would never back down when challenged. That meant five tequila shots in five minutes in addition to getting three random numbers. Just for fun. A few shots later and Darcy hauled me on to the dance floor.

We writhed and twisted around each other, alternating between cackling at one another and concentrating on looking appealing and feeling sexy. Her hands roamed my body and rested on my hips as I playfully ground myself back into her.

I could see Natasha posted up in the corner, sipping a sea breeze and keeping her eyes open. Bruce stood a few feet away from her, nervously twitching but slugging back some whiskey. Clint was at the bar pounding back beers with Helen, Jane, Thor, and Sam. All seemed deeply invested in a manic take the Asgardian was telling, arms flailing and making weird shapes as he attempted to act out whichever feat of heroism was on tap for tonight. Wanda stood behind them but looked a little lost. That’s when I noticed that Pietro and Peter were both missing.

Peter was easy enough to find, he was perched next to the top of the stairs, keeping up surveillance of the entire place, the boy having no idea how to relax. I was about to mention Pietro’s absence to the brunette behind me when the wind rushed around me. Suddenly, I wasn’t on the dance floor with Darcy but back at the bar with Pietro.

“What the fuck dude,” I bit out, slapping his arm. “You can’t just speed someone without permission, it doesn’t work like that.” Pietro just shrugged and smiled lopsidedly. It was the kind of smile that got him off for everything. And now was no exception.

“But Kaida, you promised to show me what body shots were some day. I would like to do them now if that is okay. I still have not learned all of your silly American customs.”

I was just gone enough to nod eagerly while my body flushed hot. Body shot demonstrations were requested and so they would be done. We started simple, cleavage shots, I showed him with Darcy and then he practiced on me. His scruff scraped pleasantly against my overheated skin and I trembled. Then Darcy whispered salaciously in Pietro’s ear as I rested up against the bar. In a flash, Pietro‘s hands were squeezing around my hips and I was laying on top of the bar, shirt hiked up.

Tequila was poured and salt sprinkled around my Navel by Darcy freakin' Lewis, who, just hours earlier, had scolded both Pietro and I for our touching antics. But now, here she was, encouraging Pietro to haul me on to the bar. Before I could process that emotional whiplash, Pietro’s face was hovering over my stomach, a wicked smile filling his expression. I squirmed and he responded by dipping his head, using his tongue to swipe up the salt from my body before continuing down and sucking on my navel, slurping up all the tequila. My body was positively on fire. I opened my mouth in a breathless moan and nearly choked when my best friend shoved the rind of lime between my teeth. Her face was quickly replaced by Pietro’s. His eyes burned into mine, his pupils were blown, dark and hungry. He placed his mouth over mine, biting down surprisingly gently so lime juice with a hint of a taste that must be pure Pietro flooded my mouth. Icy fire burned through my veins as I completely forgot the discomfort of the hardwood bar pressing against my back. We were drawing closer and closer to each other as Pietro decisively removed the line from my mouth.

The trance was broken by a cough and a throat clearing. The Spiders Two, Peter and Natasha, were standing behind Pietro, arms crossed. Nat’s face was expressionless, but Peter‘s emotions were somewhat clear. He looked uncomfortable, annoyed and something else I couldn’t quite get a read on. My mouth fell open in a drunken grin, as I waved awkwardly to them, attempting to lift my head and slide off the bar and to my feet. Unfortunately, I was still more than a little boneless from the whole “Pietro‘s lips and tongue on my body“ situation, so, while I did manage to slide off the bar, landing on my feet and my high heels was a whole different story.

Long story short, I simply didn’t. Fortunately, when you’re friends with other enhanced people, their reflexes are typically pretty good. So I felt long, pale arms lock around my middle and stop me from falling. I grinned widely again at the feeling of thick ropey muscles encompassing me.

As I righted myself, the arms remained around me, hints of spicy cologne filling my nostrils when I slouched back into the warm body that stood behind me, closing my eyes and tilting my head back to nuzzle into Pietro’s neck. His breath caught and he let out a weirdly high pitched squeak in surprise.

“Oh shoot,” I stammered reflexively, looking down, “did I step on your foot or something? I know these heels can be a bitch.” It took me a minute to realize why what I was seeing felt so wrong. Instead of the tight black jeans Pietro had been wearing that night, my rescued had on dorky khakis and a blue button up. Peter.

“Fuck, Peter I didn’t know it was you, god damn I like almost assaulted you there. I’m so, so sorry. Jesus Christ, no more tequila for me ever.” I just kept rattling off apologies until he waved me away and Darcy took my arm to lead me out to a cab that was pulling up for us. It was time for me to go home, so Clint was being sent with me to supervise and make sure I made it back to the Tower in one piece and then he’d take one of Tony’s cars to drive back to his farmstead. “I’ve gotta take the kids to school tomorrow. Laura has a doctor’s appointment and I’m trying to be a good dad. You know, the whole nine yards. Or at least as good of a dad as a world-renowned assassin can be.” He ended up using the ride to babble on TL me about everything Nathaniel was getting up to at the moment and the big fiasco when he found out he was named after a girl and the killer meltdown when his parents rebuked him.

Clint deposited me in the elevator and hit my floor for me before he took off to the tunnel leading towards our parking garage. For the first fifth floors, everything was silent save for the occasional squeak of a gear or run of a pulley. Until the elevator stopped on one of the lab floors. I should have realized at that moment that all but one member of the Science Squad had been out that night, but it didn’t until I saw him step into the elevator beside me.

We stiffened simultaneously as Tony and I took the other in. Taking opposite corners, we studiously ignored each other as the elevator began moving. It was uncomfortable and deafeningly quiet, but that was probably more than I deserved. And then, as though whatever cosmic being had a direct line to my thoughts coupled with a sick sense of humor, the elevator froze, the lights went dark and an alarm started blaring, quickly followed by the emergency sprinkler system.

So to recap, I was trapped in a metal box, in the dark, being pelted with cold water, quite similar to what my parents used to do to Nadia and me.

It was at this moment that I had my worst panic attack to date. The sharp sense of panic cut down whatever buzz I had built up from the night before. Pure unadulterated terror flooded my chest as I collapsed to the floor, twitching. My chest heaved with silent sobs, my trauma reminding me that if I made a sound, Nadia would be punished and vice verse. Tears streamed down my cheeks and bile coated my throat. I could hear tony working frantically to desired the elevator panel and talking at me. I couldn’t hear what he was saying. It didn’t matter. I was too far gone.

Minutes, maybe hours passed. Before I could think clearly, I was entirely disassociated and then sleeping in a wet puddle on the floor of our stalled elevator.

When I woke up the next morning, I was in my own bed, drowning in an oversized hoody that I recognized as one I had stolen from Bucky weeks ago, that if I had to guess, he had originally stolen from Cap. It was royal blue number with a vintage style logo for the Brooklyn Dodgers, whose move was still a sore spot for Steve Rogers.

I sat up groggily, head pounding. As I finger combed my hair and stood to use my restroom, I heard gently snores coming from the plush sectional in my living room. Lo and behold, the Tony Stark was slumped over, not even under a blanket. The events of last night all came flooding back to me and I flushed a bright pink in embarrassment. I’d never shown just how deep that particular weakness ran for me. I turned back and tried to tiptoe out of the room and down to the communal floor for breakfast when Tony’s voice stopped me in my tracks.

“I think it’s time we had a talk.”

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Becoming Hero

The Day You Became a Tyrant - The True Hidden Tragedy of COVID19

  Feedthehungry.org/ – Give to them, please, people are starving because of COVID19 lock-downs and power abuses. Ongoing hidden tragedies chronicled in this growing article, each marked by date, with ways you can help speak out.

April 26th, Starving the Poor: “The children have malaria and we are locked in–it is difficult to get medications.” At this point, the level of government control due to COVI19 in many countries is becoming tyrannical. This is a message I received from a close friend who runs an orphanage in Liberia, where they are only allowed to leave the house two hours a day. This makes it impossible for her to work, difficult for her to obtain medications for the children, and, ultimately threatens the existence of the orphanage as they struggle to obtain medications, food, and water. Because the panic over COVID19 has sparked blanket regulations instead of targeted solutions, people are suffering. People are dying.

The burgeoning human rights violations are not limited, of course, to Liberia. In the United States, in an already injust prison system, asymptomatic, non-contacted prisoners are being denied the right to read, access libraries, or self-educate, further repressing their rehabilitation. COVID19 has also been used as an excuse to further limit and deport “undesirable” immigrants: Trump, metaphorically, now has his wall. In several states political protestors are being arrested and fined with the excuse of COVID19, even when all protestors involved are asymptomatic, gatherings are small or socially distanced, and there is no evidence of COVID contact, vulnerability, or age of risk. To deny the first amendment right to assemble, protest, and speak on political issues is a fundamental violation of our shared humanity. The actions of state governments like North Carolina and New York overreach the clinical guidelines of the CDC, which were to quarantine symptomatic individuals and individuals at risk. For the Trump administration and United States Democrats to use public fear to increase their power, violate Habeas Corpus, and control political opposition is corrupt, wicked, and, ultimately, foolish. In healthcare, blanket solutions always harm the outlying minority and can often harm an outlying majority. Even in hypertension treatment, we do not give the same medication to the entire hypertensive population, but target appropriate care by patient factors–Black patients, for example, experience more dangerous side effects on ACEs or ARBs than other populations, so a conscientious physician will alter his medication recommendations accordingly to a CCB or hydrochlorothiazide. According to the modern biopsychosocial model of clinical practice, all paternalism of trying to control, instead of listening to, the patient, is discouraged: otherwise, if we are arresting people over infectious disease, we should arrest known HIV+ sufferers who willingly engage in intercourse without a condom and chemical prophylaxis. Those patients have physically, intentionally performed an activity that threatens someone else’s life–yet, because they have advocates in places of power, to even suggest that level of control is absurd. Patient autonomy, targeted care: why do we so egregiously fail to apply these known principles of medical ethics to COVID19? The economic fall-out from the truly evil actions of world governments is going to be, and already starting to be, severe. The upper middle class and wealthy liberals won’t feel it, Trump won’t feel it, but the poor are already starting to suffer. And yet, instead of targeting aid towards those who work with their hands, domestic workers, factory workers, physical laborers, the US government is showering the same amount of money on all Americans, bequeathing wealthy physicians, CEOs, and venture capitalists with money the poor actually need. As in the days when the kings would throw parades, tossing out gold and food to placate the peasants, these inept and foolish displays of grandeur occur at the expense of the people. Make no mistake, the major party political strategists know that whoever can best control the narrative of the panic will win the 2020 election, and that is all they care about. With these deficit increases, the United States has traded its status as a world power for warm fuzzies of comfortable isolation. When the dominoes have all fallen, welcome Japan as your new world leader. Welcome nations that implemented targeted solutions, instead of population-level control like Liberia and the United States. The level of human suffering caused by the panic over COVID19 will be far more severe than the level of suffering caused by the virus itself. Multiple population studies have demonstrated its fatality is almost exclusively limited to those over 50 and the immunocompromised, with only an 18 percent death rate among even the most severely hospitalized, on average. We needed quarantines targeted towards the vulnerable, not blanket shut-down. If you are not in a COVID19 hotspot, please encourage your local government to re-open commerce for the working class as soon as possible. Encourage your local media to educate the population on who should be at most risk, and who should stay home, following the easily google-able CDC CLINICAL guidelines for physicians instead of the current politicized “everyone stay home” public campaign. If necessary, protest the arrest of political dissenters and the new excuse to further mistreat prisoners. If you are forcibly isolated, implement self-sustainability strategies like aquaponics, foraging, food gardening, home business solutions, self-defense, and home energy systems like solar. Don’t let your government’s opportunistic application of panic harm you, or the downtrodden who need you. Write your congressman here: http://www.house.gov/representativ…/find-your-representative Write your senator here: https://www.senate.gov/senat…/How_to_correspond_senators.htm Write your governor here: https://www.usa.gov/state-governor Best of luck to you–you may need it.

More information about the global suffering can be found here. __________________________

May 5th, Silencing Free Speech: One of many instances where governments are using COVID19 to silence whatever side they don’t like: drive-in religious gathering was stopped by the police. Didn’t matter that there was no way these guys could infect each other from inside their cars–COVID19 is the real-life equivalent of Chancellor Palpatine grabbing wartime powers for himself in StarWars. Political protests have also been stopped, with arrests even with appropriate social distancing and gatherings of less than 10 people, in multiple states like North Carolina and New York. Political gatherings for the upcoming election have also been silenced in various cities, usually silencing the opposite belief system from city government (so in a liberal city, libertarian/Republican gatherings silenced, and vice versa).

_______________________________________________________________________________________ May 6th, Destroying Women’s Health to line Big Pharma Pockets: WE’RE BACK TO BACK-ALLEY ABORTIONS, LADIES–but now Big Pharma gets money for your DIY suffering. Big Pharma wants to eliminate the safety checks essential for protecting a patient from abortion complications (particularly unsupervised hemorrhage and death). In the spirit of Machiavelli, the abortion industry is seizing the COVID-19 crisis to reach for do-it-yourself abortion. Read to the end to see if you are at risk for complications… (The below was copied from an AAPLOG physican bulletin)

The Gynuity website states:

“The COVID-19 epidemic has triggered an acute need to minimize the time that patients spend in medical facilities and to reduce physical contact between patients and providers. In response to this need, Gynuity recently led the collaborative development of a sample protocol for providing medication abortion without any routine facility-based tests either before or after treatment.”

The irresponsibility and frank medical malpractice of Gynuity’s protocol is breathtaking:

1. Despite the obvious medical common sense and FDA label requirement to rule out ectopic pregnancy, there is no provision for ultrasound documentation of intrauterine pregnancy prior to taking Mifeprex, much less documentation of gestational age. Under this protocol, women with an ectopic pregnancy will take Mifeprex and be told that pain, bleeding and cramping are a “normal” part of the Mifeprex abortion process. Then these women will bleed to death from ruptured ectopic pregnancy as has already happened. In fact, none of the following contraindications are adequately addressed.

Who should not take Mifeprex?

Some women should not take Mifeprex. A woman should not take Mifeprex if it has been more than 70 days since the first day of her last menstrual period, or if she:

has an ectopic pregnancy (a pregnancy outside of the uterus) has problems with the adrenal glands (the glands near the kidneys) is currently being treated with long-term corticosteroid therapy (medications) has had an allergic reaction to Mifepristone, Misoprostol or similar drugs has bleeding problems or is taking anticoagulant (blood thinning) drug products has inherited porphyria has an intrauterine device (IUD) in place (it must be removed before taking Mifeprex) This information applies equally to the approved generic version of Mifeprex.

2. There is no responsible medical person to administer Rhogam to Rh negative women, despite ACOG guidelines which clearly state that Rhogam should be administered to women with terminations. According to ACOG, one of the most common reasons for Rh isoimmunization is failure to administer Rhogam.

A recent retrospective study from New Zealand identified reasons for continued cases of sensitization, including omission of immune globulin after a recognized sensitizing event in 41% of cases and administration outside of recommended guidelines in 13% of cases.

Termination of pregnancy is a recognized sensitizing event (see Box 1 in the ACOG PB) and ACOG recommendations clearly state:

Rh D immune globulin should be given to Rh D-negative women who have pregnancy termination, either medical or surgical. Yet, ACOG has been completely silent or supportive of the “self-managed” (do-it-yourself) abortion industry initiative. This is another glaring example of how ACOG ignores even its own recommendations and has abandoned advocacy for real women’s health in its blind advocacy for the abortion industry.

3. There is no one to manage the common complications of hemorrhage, incomplete abortion and need for surgical completion. In one of the very few studies on adverse events after medical abortion that is not directly sponsored by the abortion industry, a recent study using the medical records of 42,000 women who underwent induced abortion in Finland reported the following complication rates:

RESULTS The overall incidence of adverse events was fourfold higher in the medical compared with surgical abortion cohort (20.0% compared with 5.6%, P<.001). Hemorrhage (15.6% compared with 2.1%, P<.001) and incomplete abortion (6.7% compared with 1.6%, P<.001) were more common after medical abortion. The rate of surgical (re)evacuation was 5.9% after medical abortion and 1.8% after surgical abortion (P<.001). Although rare, injuries requiring operative treatment or operative complications occurred more often with surgical termination of pregnancy (0.6% compared with 0.03%, P<.001).

With the Gynuity do-it-yourself protocol, these one out of 20 women will just be dumped on the ER, as is already happening with online abortion drug availability and the women told to lie about the termination, as they are already being instructed to do for online self-managed abortion. Even the abortion industry recognizes that the ER plays a critical role in mopping up the complications. A recent Vice article argues that ER doctors need to be more knowledgeable about self-managed abortions. Pro-abortion ER Doctor Dara Kass admitted this abuse of the ER and also stated, “Recently published results of the Gynuity pilot project showed that eight percent of their patients who received abortion medication sought follow-up care at a local urgent care clinic or emergency department. Using the 339,640 (and growing) annual number we estimate that 27,000 women could report to an emergency department after a “self-managed” abortion every single year.”

And things will be even worse because the Gynuity protocol recommends use up to 77 days (11 weeks). But there is no way to assure that a woman at a later gestational age will not use the drugs since no ultrasounds or tests are done. Note that after 10 weeks of pregnancy, the Finnish database publication reported that one out of every three women require surgical completion. The abstract also states:

RESULTS When compared with first trimester medical TOP, second trimester medical TOP increased the risk of surgical evacuation [Adj. odds ratio (OR) 7.8; 95% confidence interval (CI) 6.8-8.9], especially immediately after fetal expulsion (Adj. OR 15.2; 95% CI 12.8-18.0). The risk of infection was also elevated (Adj. OR 2.1; 95% CI 1.5-2.9).

More about the Gynuity protocol HERE: https://aaplog.wildapricot.org/EmailTrack…/LinkTracker.ashx….

Make no mistake: women will essentially have NO ONE to turn to for complications. Abusers and pimps will have no medical interference from pesky medical personnel who are required to report statutory rape in minors. Unfortunately, such enabling has become commonplace in the abortion industry. I have personally treated patients after complications of abortion, and treated sexual assault patients for abortion evaluation. I don’t disagree that sometimes there are medical indications for these medications.

But don’t let huge ANY Big Pharma special interest groups tell you to do your own coat-hanger back-alley abortion, EVER!

__________________________________________________________ May 8th: Worsening Conditions For the Poor While the Rich Complain About Going Back To Work PEOPLE ARE STARVING. People can’t access life-saving medications for tropical diseases. Meanwhile, you’ve got all these cute millennials on Youtube: “oooh WE are doing the right thing and self-quarantining, we’re not trying to open the economy”–FUCK YOU YOU MAKE MONEY SITTING IN A CHAIR. It’s exactly, EXACTLY like I said at the beginning. This is a disease that kills off rich old people first. Meanwhile, the people hardest hit by the overreaching panic are the poor, because you can’t just throw someone a couple fish when you’ve broken the fishing rod. And you can’t throw them enough fish to feed them for a lifetime because you’re in serious debt to China, and money isn’t a magical life force you dream up with your ass by wanting it to exist–it’s still, at some point, an imagined credit system based on trading in power, and you don’t have power anymore. Aaaand like I said at the beginning, the panic is far worse than the virus. Death rates continue to be primarily restricted to the ill and the old, with an extremely high survival rate even among the sickest of the sick (some ICU studies, death rate was below 20 percent). Don’t believe Fox and CNN, because hospitals ARE NOT CROWDED in areas that aren’t hot spots: here in Texas shifts are SLOWER than normal, places are EMPTY because no one’s allowed to come in without an emergency. Yeah, it’s a serious disease–so let’s be smart like Japan, wear masks, and keep the sick and the old at home. Did you know pneumonia was already one of the leading causes of death worldwide (#3)? This is basically a kind of pneumonia, you jack-headed simpering pig-dolts. It’s not curable yet, but damn if it isn’t treatable. …(Treatable, unlike several tropical diseases ignored by your medical research money machine because they only kill the undesirable poor who are having those babies Thomas Malthus taught you to hate with his outdated, racist population control model)… The ultimate suffering world-wide from the panic, with the resulting economic fall-out over the next several years, is going to be far worse than the suffering from the virus. The rich won’t feel it. Your favorite Youtuber telling you we should all stay at home won’t feel it–he wants this, you watch more Youtube and increase his revenue if you stay at home. More news from my friend in Liberia this week. In the US and abroad, more prison care, hunger, and human rights organizations report abuse and suffering. The birds-eye view is a Machiavellian power play: in a world where nuclear missiles and dying nationalist spirit have made war a more difficult smokescreen for power-grabs, a deadly pandemic is THE PERFECT government excuse to control people through fear–to stop immigration, to isolate prisoners, to arrest political dissidents. Every politician on any side in any country right now is doing everything she can to make herself a hero, her enemy a monster, and COVID19 a scary reason for you to give her more power. I fucking hate being right. So I’ll keep going so I can be wrong. Look, power is traded on mitigated risk and the groveling human drive for security; it’s how our credit system works, how elections work, how ideologies and religions work. It’s the reason people hated Yeshua: because when “perfect love casts out fear” suddenly there is no control. Yeshua was a deadly threat to all forms of government and religion, not because he talked of peace like Ghandhi on the railroad tracks, but because for a brief 3 years he put uncomfortable, weird love above all else. And while, like MLK, he called for freedom from the control of others, he also called for freedom from the control of self: this was not the kind of modern “love” that boils down to you sticking your dick wherever you please, but rather love dictated by a power above human understanding–weird, freaky, stuff, stuff that made people think of otherworldly possession. They called him demon-possessed for a reason, and many modern televangelists would probably do the same. He wasn’t controlled by human instincts, human religion, or human scarcities, because he lost the ability to fear them. Mark describes it with the word faith, over and over, and John uses the world love, but at the edge of both of those you find courage. I have neither the patience nor the love to talk about that kind of courage: I’m tired, I’m in pain without access to many of the things that usually help, and like many young people of my economic standing, I am afraid of going back to work in a system rigged for psychological abuse. I understand your wealthy millennial struggles because by golly I’ve got them too. I understand that modern employers have no concern for the people under them, only for the bottom line or “the mission.” And I get that everyone is afraid of dying, because hell, dying is a weird thing to think about. Dude, I live in a constant state of terror, and have to take medications for nightmares, because horrible things can happen suddenly. Your little brother can drop dead for no reason. You might suddenly have to spend the night in pain for no reason. Cars can veer out of control near you for no reason and you have to pull a guy out of fire, and ride home with his blood streaming down your arms. A little baby can be born dead front of you for no reason while his mother sobs in pain; you might have to wrap him up to hide his swollen alien head, where pieces of skull are floating all separated under his grey skin. And that’s just the fears of a wealthy millennial in a relatively safe neighborhood, saying nothing of the fact that people torture, murder and rape each other all the time for absolutely no reason. I get it! I understand fear because it is my abusive bedfellow; I understand the politician’s desire to control the world around them, and the irony that to do so they employ the fear that controls them. I want to control the world myself; it’s the longing in the heart of every human being to ride the throne of the universe. Diseases, natural disasters, and other terrors drive us to warp modern science into a unified attempt at control instead of healing, because we think we are something we are not–and ultimately, we are all scraping together bricks for the Tower of Babel. But we CAN’T control the universe, and quest for Babel is built on the back of slavery and oppression. I’ve said it a hundred times if I’ve said it once: your rights must end where someone else’s begin because the drug that works for you may not work for someone else, and even with the best of modern science you, little doctor, can’t know you are right! You have to understand, it wasn’t the religious doctrine of the day that silenced Galileo, because nowhere in Scripture does it say he was wrong–it was the modern science of the day, clinging to known “truths” from Aristotle, truths that became ingrained in the ideological fabric of societal norm. Science becomes religion, and religion science, as our truths are challenged by the truth of a Universe we cannot control. Ultimately, “the fear of Hashem is the beginning of wisdom” because if we can achieve that we stop seeing ourselves, our earth, as the center of the solar system, and stop being afraid of losing control because we see it never belonged to us in the first place. We stop controlling others, start opening our eyes to evidence-based systems, and start working together for intelligent solutions when we know our LI, as Confucius put it, when we know who we are: and you are not God, George Weah, you are not God, Donald Trump, you are not God, little idiots on Youtube–you are not God, Jen. It’s a quiet chaos of chirping cockatiel, tinkling water, teeming fish, and the ocean-like rush of cars in the distance as micro-organisms fight and die across my skin, and maybe one day I’ll stop trying to be Genesis 1 God and become the Psalm 2 goddess I was meant to be.

  ~ Jen Finelli, MD

http://becominghero.ninja/the-day-you-became-a-tyrant-the-true-hidden-tragedy-of-covid19/

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犬の口臭は改善すべし - Dogs Need Improve Bad Breath

突然ですが、愛犬の口臭大丈夫ですか？ペットの口臭が気になった事がある飼い主さんなら、何とか口臭対策グッズでその臭いを消そうと試みた事があるんでは無いでしょうか？

しかし、犬の口臭も私達人間と同様に、健康維持には正しいケアが欠かせません。口臭グッズでたとえ臭いを抑えられたとしても、その臭いの元となっている原因そのものを解決出来なければ、愛犬の口腔内の症状は悪化の一途を辿るのみ。口臭がカットされ、飼い主としては嬉しいのですが、口腔内の異常のサインそのものを消してしまうこととなれば、本来��要な治療を無視する事になり兼ねませんので要注意なのです。

そもそも健康な犬の場合には不快な口臭はないと言われており、口臭が臭う場合は健康障害の前兆、あるいはすでに何かしらの病気の症状の一つであるという事を、飼い主なら知らなければなりません。

飼い主が犬の口臭を軽視してしまう原因として、目に見えない症状であり、健康状態に変化もなく、愛犬の不快な口臭による反応もない為に、ついつい見落としがちに。又、定期的な歯科診断とスケーリングなど、専門的なケアの費用を節約したいというのも本音のところ、口臭の軽視に起因しているんでは無いかと思います。しかし、もしも病気の症状が悪化すれば大ががりな治療となり、愛犬にも飼い主にもより大きな負担が掛かるかと思われますので、こういった軽視されやすい口臭チェックは油断ができません。

うちのナオミは歯磨きガムをちょっとさぼると、口臭が気になり、口の中を確認すると犬歯と前、後臼歯に歯石が溜まっているので、見つけるとスケーラーで少しずつ取り除けるまで毎日繰り返しやってます。こびり付いた頑固な歯石はなかなか取り除けないですし、歯茎付近はスケーラーで引っかくと危ないので、その日一回で取ろうとしない事がポイントになっています。嫌がるところを無理やりやっても、次回から怖がって口を開けてくれなくなるといけないので、おやつをあげながら短時間ずつやる事で怖がらせずに出来ているので、今後挑戦される方はご参考までに。

犬の口臭の主な原因

犬の口臭の原因の９０％以上は、口腔内の異常であると言われています。主な原因としては、歯石、歯周病、歯肉炎、虫歯、口内炎、乳歯遺残症などが挙げられており、重度となれば特別な治療も必要となるので、早期発見する事で愛犬の症状も治療費も軽減されるので、飼い主にとっては重要な事。私達、飼い主の『犬の口臭は自然なもの』という間違った判断となれば、症状は悪化していく一方となり、愛犬の健康を脅かすことにもなり兼ねません。口臭を一つの健康バロメーターとし、毎日の口内チェック、そして日々出来る予防対策、例えば愛犬と相性の良い歯磨きガムなどはとても有効かと思いますので、事前の対策として心がけることをお勧めします。　　

口内に症状が見られないけど口臭がある場合

獣医さん曰く、上記で挙げた主な原因のように、口の中を観察することで異常が発見できる口腔内の異常の他にも、腎臓や肝臓が正常に働かず、体外に排泄されるべき物質が体内に溜まることで、独特の臭い、アンモニア臭がするといった事もあるんだそうです。又、腸閉塞などの理由によっても、腸の内容物が動かず、その匂いが口臭として上がってくる事もあるそうですので、口腔内に何も異常が無い状態で口臭が気になる際には、早めに病院で検査、治療をするようにして下さいね。

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Dogs Need Improve Bad Breath

First of all, does your dog ​has bad breath? If you've ever been concerned about your dog's bad breath, I imagine that most of the owners had attempted to try out some products like bad breath controls for it.

However, dogs need right treatments for bad breath just like humans. Even if the odor is reduced by some of the breath fresheners or dental formulas, the oral symptoms in dogs will only worsen if the fundamental causes of the bad breath can not be solved. We, owners would be happy if the bad breath cut off, but owners should be very careful with it, because if we erase the signs of the oral abnormalities in dogs, we would be able to easily ignore treatments that our dogs are practically need.

In the first place, it is said that a healthy dog ​​has no bad breath, and if it has, the owner must know that it is a sign of health disorder or one of the symptom of some illness what the dog already has.

The cause that most of the owners disregard bad breath in dogs is what invisible symptoms, there are no change in the health conditions, and there are no reactions of dogs due to the bad breath, so it is easy to overlook it. And also, we, owners may prefer to save the costs of professional cares, such as regular dental diagnosis and scaling for dogs, therefore owners are due to disregard of dog's bad breath probably. However, if the symptoms of the diseases worsen in dogs, it would need special treatments for them and would be more burdensome for both dogs and the owners, so owners should not miss out dog's bad breath and must not be ignorant of dog's bad breath which is actually help to understand what is going on and prevent the worst case.

My dog, Naomi apparently gets bad breath when she skipped her dental treats for a while, so when I find her having bad breath, I always check in her mouth and can see tartar developed on fangs and molars as result, so I attempt using a scaler everyday to remove the tartar off gradually until I finish removing it completely. It is not easy to remove stubborn tartar that is stuck on the teeth, and it is really dangerous to scratch around the gums with a scaler, so removing tartar at one time in a day is not a good idea as my point. If you forcibly do scaling when your dog refuse to do it, your dog could be scared and would not open its mouth next time, so giving a snack little by little and do scaling for a short time are the point which you could avoid your dog does not be scared, so this is just a reference to the owners who would challeng it in the future.

Main Causes Of Bad Breath In Dogs

It is said that more than 90% of oral abnormalities cause bad breath in dogs. The main causes are tartar, periodontal disease, gingivitis, cavities, stomatitis, residual deciduous teeth, etc, and there will be special treatments needed if the symptoms have gotten worst, so it is important that owners have early detection of these causes on their dogs, because it should help dogs reduce symptoms and reduce the costs for the treatments. If owners make a wrong decision that is "dogs have bad breath naturally", the symptoms of their dogs will only get worse and may jeopardize dog's health. I assume that bad breath is one of the health barometer, so daily oral check and daily precautionary measure, such as dental treats when it is suitable with each dogs are very effective, so I recommend owners these simple things as daily routine for a prior countermeasure of dog's health.

No Symptoms In The Mouth But Having Bad Breath

According to a veterinarian, there is an other reason which can be caused bad breath other than the main causes that can detect by observing the abnormality in a mouth listed above. It is said that when a kidney and liver do not work properly, and substances that should have been collected were accumulated and couldn't excrete outside of the body causes a unique odor like an ammonia smell. In addition, it is said that if there is an intestinal obstruction, the contents of the intestine may not move, therefore the odor can be come up as bad breath, so if you don't see any problem in a mouth and having bad breath on your dog please see a vet to take an examine and get an early treatment if necessary.

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fic writer appreciation day 2k17: ro’s multifandom fic rec list

10 years of frankly delirious amounts of fic reading, shoved into one tidy list. some of them are even in french. some of them are from fandoms whose base media i have never watched or read in my life. some of them are way outdated, but i still like them. some i can barely even remember reading.

so many were deleted and never made it to this list, and honestly i teared up at least twice while putting this post together in the past 4 hours because i felt so sad that these authors and stories are now gone forever

anyway! fandoms and fics listed by alphabetical order! happy fic writer appreciation day and please enjoy~ (this is long, just a warning)

Ao no Exorcist

To Catch a Ghost by blackgoliath (complete) Summary: The cram school kids are split into teams and given a mission to finish on their own; when Rin and Suguro are paired up, Rin finds out why Suguro has been acting so weird since they fought the Impure King.

Boku no Hero Academia

Aegis by gayhacker (complete) Summary: Certain their feelings are not requited, Iida and Midoriya pine for each other on the winter skiing and snowboarding trip.

black dirt under your feet by simkjrs (complete) Summary: villain AU.

but you gotta get up at least once more by simkjrs (WIP) Summary: Izuku’s never run into this problem before with anyone else, but it’s still not much of a problem. “Oh, that’s alright,” he says. “I don’t have a Quirk.” Tsukauchi stares incredulously at him, and then looks at the iron bar that Izuku is currently straightening with his hands. Midoriya Izuku does not let his lack of a Quirk prevent him from being strong. Also known as that one AU where Izuku follows the ridiculous training regimen of Saitama from One Punch Man and becomes stronger than anyone ever imagined he could be.

Coloured Bricks, Pick Up Sticks by wyrvel (WIP) Summary: Anything can be a superpower if you get it hot enough.

come @ me bro by SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife (KnightOfRage) (complete) Summary: Bakugou works at a convenience store, flirts like a loser, blows up nineteen aprons, gets a hashtag trending for all the wrong reasons and maybe manages to make a friend. Or... being Bakugou Katsuki is suffering.

Yesterday Upon The Stairs byPitViperOfDoom (WIP) Summary: Midoriya Izuku has always been written off as weird. As if it's not bad enough to be the quirkless weakling, he has to be the weirdquirkless weakling on top of it. But truthfully, the "weird" part is the only part that's accurate. He's determined not to be a weakling, and in spite of what it says on paper, he's not actually quirkless. Even before meeting All-Might and taking on the power of One For All, Izuku isn't quirkless. Not that anyone would believe it if he told them.

Bungou Stray Dogs

Dance With Me by TheGreatCatsby (complete) Summary: Chuuya had to admit that the Agency handled some things better than the Mafia did.

debt by TheGreatCatsby (complete) Summary: It's been a week since Odasaku died, and Ango gets attacked while walking home from work.

don’t you chase me by nemui (ribbonelle) (complete) Summary: No one else would understand this feeling.

Gifted by TheGreatCatsby (WIP) Summary: The government's experiments with genetics to induce "gifts" in children is a well-kept secret. Dazai is sent to infiltrate one of the facilities and gather information. He is assigned to be the nurse of one of the facility's oldest and most successful experiments.

Illustrations of Lying by writingfromtheshadows (complete) Summary: It is more difficult, perhaps, to bear with fortitude the little daily trails of life, than great calamities, because we summon up all our spiritual and moral strength to resist the latter... Upon faced with the culmination of Mori's plan, Dazai does not go to Odasaku's side. Instead, he relieves Mori of his duties.

i saw you by TheGreatCatsby (complete) Summary: After everything is over, Dazai takes the time to notice everything about Chuuya.

Once More by TheGreatCatsby (complete) Summary: Chuuya's phone is filled with messages from a partner who seems to want to get back in touch.

Paradox by nitilia (complete) Summary: Atsushi tries to figure Dazai out, and fails at every stage.

The Naming of Cats by cyan96 (complete) Summary: SummaryChuuya does not actually make it a hobby to pick up stray charity cases, now nominally on the side of law and justice or not. There had just been something about the kid, even skin and bones and so undernourished Chuuya could count the blue webbing of blood vessels under his skin, something in his bleach-white hair and the uneven, florescent colour of his eyes that had sent the alarm bells blaring. The reason behind this becomes pretty evident the following morning, when he walks into his living room to see a tiger in place of his couch. So this is where Kunikida's newest job had been hiding.

tiger and dog series by nemui (ribbonelle) (WIP) Summary: With each encounter, they seem to understand each other more.

Where Your Loyalties Lie by anonymous (WIP) Summary: Loyalty is the foundation of the yakuza code, something that was drilled into Chuuya at an early age. However, his lessons did not cover how to manage a political marriage with his organization's oldest rival.

D.Gray-man

Café Crème by TheoryofChaos (complete) Summary: Il est de ces amours, merveilleuses et inattendues, qui fleurissent sur les ruines d'un champ de bataille. Ficclet Marie/Miranda

Sand Castle - metisket (complete) Summary: -

Durarara!!

A Cheap Imitation by Spoontasti (WIP) Summary: “Attached to your neck is a collar that will inject a poison into your jugular vein two days from now. Forcibly removing the device will also trigger the poison. Somewhere on this island is the antidote.” His hands reached up to his neck and he felt the cool metal of the collar. “Live or die. Make your choice.”

A Cigarette’s Lifespan by guuzenkamo (WIP) Summary: Izaya's plans go a little awry when he attempts to frame Shizuo for murder.

A Little More Human by guuzenkamo (complete) Summary: Case against and for Izaya.

Allegiance by guuzenkamo (complete) Summary: where Shizuo is a homicide detective and Izaya is an informant.

An Almost Valentine’s Day by InsertImaginativeNameHere (complete) Summary: Yahiro is trying to be a good boyfriend but is awkward as hell so asks advice from someone who probably knows these things. Kuon isn't trying to be a good boyfriend and is fairly trash. Still. Their first Valentine's goes...sort of well. Although technically it isn't even Valentine's Day.

a vision too removed to mention by revolutionaries (complete) Summary: '"We match now," he says, a quiet laugh in his voice. Izaya's lips curve up into a wry smile. "You could say that." What he doesn't point out is that their scars are on opposite sides. Mirror images. If he raised his hand and pressed it to the space between them, would Izaya mimic it?' Izaya, Shinra, and the space between them.

Dual Intrusion by kowai_no_ouji (WIP) Summary: Aware of the relationship between Shizuo-san and their Iza-nii, Mairu and Kururi cannot help but to be curious. It's with both annoyance and reluctant relief that Izaya discovers how quickly his sisters grow attached to Shizuo. Undoubtedly, his days with the monster are about to be a little more crowded.

Fight or Flight (or, sometimes, Fall) by yonnna (complete) Summary: After leaving Non to wait for Chikage, Rio wonders whether she should have done more.

Gaijin by TheoryofChaos (complete) Summary: Ce soir, Tokyo pleure et accompagne dans son désespoir l'un de ses enfants égarés. Ficclet Kida/Mikado.

kama sutra by izayas (complete) Summary: in which izaya's borrowed a book and offers shizuo a challenge. "so… what do you say, shizu-chan? a hundred different sex positions. are you up for it?"

stranger than earth by zigur (complete) Summary: So when a stranger saunters into your office one evening, with a face cut from marble, half-lidded eyes sharper than any knife you ever held and full lips quirked into the most ill-intentioned grin you've ever seen, you don't quite expect them to open their mouth and say, with a voice so smooth it could trick a grown man into parting with his kidneys: "What a pleasure, to finally meet such a famed Awakusu executive." The smile grows, and it doesn't turn any kinder. "I'm Orihara Izaya– I believe we'll be working together from now on."

The Depths of the Belly by FinalRemuneration (WIP) Summary: "Who wants to go three floors down into an old abandoned asylum just to copy a document? There's no power, and the back up generator will only activate the emergency signs. You know how people are nowadays. Believing in ghosts and stuff. It sounds like it's coming straight out of a horror movie, so of course no one wants to do it.” Izaya takes on what seems to be a simple job in a scary setting. It only takes twenty-three seconds to convince Shinra to go along, and Namie agrees to drive them only because she may have warmed up to the informant in the worst possible way.

the grace in monsters by revolutionaries (complete) Summary: '"It's funny, isn't it?" Shinra says. "How the four of us gravitate towards one another. Me, you, Celty, Shizuo-kun. And all of us monsters.""You're wrong," Izaya replies, narrowing his eyes. "Shizu-chan and your headless girlfriend are the only monsters here. Me and you, we're not." Shinra just smiles serenely. "Izaya, we're the biggest monsters of them all."'

Things About Izaya by ScarletCake (WIP) Summary: Shizuo observes the things he loves about Izaya.

til the war’s won by izayas (complete) Summary: heiwajima shizuo's killed someone, and the first person he calls is the person he broke up with eight months ago: orihara izaya.

Unique Perspective by InsertImaginativeNameHere (complete) Summary: For obvious reasons, the way Tsukumoya sees the world is distinct, even compared to another similar being. Some snippets of this, and various interactions with those around him that usually lead to some level of frustration, and a conclusion that needed to be made; possibly for his own sake, as his safety potentially is compromised. Or potentially not. Who knows?

vacant land by revolutionaries (complete) Summary: "In the aftermath, there are days when Shinra feels crueler than usual. There are days driven by the thought of what might have happened had he not stepped in to take that knife wound, had let Izaya be stabbed instead of him. There would have been no need, then, for Izaya to fashion a monster out of his own blood and bone, to follow Nakura step-by-step to ensure that his life was a living hell. No need for Izaya to fashion a monster out of himself again and again until he finally went up against a stronger one. In the end, Shinra knew this was coming, had deemed it inevitable from the very beginning, and did absolutely nothing to stop it."

Final Fantasy XV

Father by ohmyfae (complete) Summary: Noctis tries to recreate the bond he used to have with his father before his accident, but all the rules seem to have changed. A fic I'm filling on the FFXV meme, in response to this prompt: "Instead of Regis saving his son from the Marilith, Ardyn saves him but instead takes him away from his home. Ardyn raises him in the best(read: worst) ways he knows."

It Figures by ohmyfae (complete) Summary: Prompto's art class has a figure drawing session scheduled. Noctis has a new summer job.

Fullmetal Alchemist

Crazy!Ed verse by metisket (complete) Summary: -

Gundam Wing/AC

Joue le jeu by Calamithy (complete) Summary: [Au, schoolfic sans prétention] Chapitre VII : Ceux qui veulent une chance de croquer des noisettes devront au moins pleurer des pierres euh… passer par le torture quenottes. Duo est envoyé en service commandé par Quatre. Le souci... 

Harry Potter

(i lean heavily toward lengthy gen/political/plotty fics for hp, just a warning)

On the Way to Greatness by mira mirth (WIP) Summary: As per the Hat's decision, Harry gets Sorted into Slytherin upon his arrival in Hogwarts—and suddenly, the future isn't what it used to be.

Practicing Liars by Lomonaaeren (complete) Summary: HPDM preslash, Severitus, AU. Harry found out he's Snape's son in his fourth year, and concealed the truth from Snape. Now, in his sixth year, he's dodging Snape's suspicions about him and trying to figure out Draco Malfoy. Life is complicated.

The Sacrifices Arc by Lightning on the Wave (complete) Note: this links to the author’s FFN profile directly, as all 7 of the books are gathered there. Retelling-of-canon in which Harry’s twin brother Connor is the Boy Who Lived. HPDM slash. Extremely fucking long and plotty.

Inception

(inception remains today the fandom where i enjoyed the greatest amount of actual perfect story-telling, characterization, biting humor, and erotica. blessed fandom. forever in my heart. also all of those are arthur/eames you won’t find any other pairing sorry)

A Fake Handshake Don’t Make No Man by recrudescence  Summary: Spaghetti's straight until you heat it up. Or, how Arthur learned not to use pasta as a pickup line and Eames learned to enjoy long walks on the Kinsey scale.

Allowed by the_ragnarok (complete) Summary: It’s like there’s an Eames-shaped hole in Arthur’s defenses.

Breaking and Entering by Resonant (complete) Summary: Eames is very good at pretending.

Breathe Into It by rageprufrock (complete) Summary: When Mal leans into his office and asks Eames what he did to his back, he can't exactly say, "the new graphics intern," so he says, "Oh, just stress, love."

Call Your Own Bluff by starbolin (complete) Summary: What does it mean to know a person? Eames takes Arthur on holiday. They fuck, bicker, and surprise one another into a leap of faith.

Can’t Get Enough of You (Baby) by eternalbreath (complete) Summary: Eames vanishes from dreamshare and Arthur goes a little crazy looking for him until he stumbles across him -- with a baby.

Higher Emotions Are Out to Get Us (and we soldier on, together) by Ciircee (complete) Summary: A typical 'boy meets boy' story about building a relationship, making it work, and having it last. Only it's Arthur and Eames so…yeah.

Impossible Object by perceived_nobility (complete) Summary: When he’s sixteen, Arthur steals $25,000, flies himself to Florida, and has top surgery. This is the story of what happens next. AU insofar as Arthur is trans and Inception takes place circa 2020.

I Strive by indysaur (complete) Summary: Love means something different to Dom, to Mal, to Arthur. 

I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile (The Only Living Boy in New York) by gyzym (complete) Summary: Arthur's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.

No One Gets Out Alive by hackthis (complete) Summary: “I hate giving a shit, it never ends well.”

out of the blue by saintdogstreet (complete) Summary: "Is this the part," Eames says, "where I tell you not to jump?"

Pants on Fire by Helenish (complete) Summary: "Ah," Yusuf says, lifting a reproving hand, "are we calling less than 24 hours of memory loss amnesia now?"

Patron Saint by witling (complete) Summary: "You don't have Cobb here to throw you into harm's way, so you're doing it to yourself.”

Presque Vu by rageprufrock (complete) Summary: Or, "on the tip of the tongue." Arthur meets Mal first. He inherits Dom, after. Everything else is on him.

The End of The Celibate Life by fermine (complete) Summary: Arthur/Eames, R, prompt: "Arthur has a son and after dating Eames for almost a year, he decides to tell the forger about his son."

The Most Extraordinary Life of Professor Snuggles by catalinacat (complete) Summary: prompt - "Eames discovers Arthur's teddy bear/security blanket from when he was a child. Adorableness ensues."

The Music Makers by mami_san (complete) Summary: A. Graham Cole was twenty-one years old when he was killed in action in Iraq. This is the official story. The truth is, of course, somewhat different.

The Waking Years by weatherfront (complete) Summary: After the Fischer inception, Eames goes back to work as an extractor, and Arthur joins his team. Due to circumstances involving a guy who may or may not be from Greenland, pop astrology, someone's broken limb, hormones, and convenience, they end up learning that love is what starts down below (and makes its way up your spine).

This Lonely House by tourdefierce (complete) Summary: Life is not full of grand gestures. Life is not full of dramatic exists and entrances or perfect camera angles or explosions. Life for someone like Arthur, is like constantly feeling like a secondary character in his own storyline. That's not anyone's fault but his own because Arthur is Arthur, a protagonist here (and probably an antagonist as well because he can be). This is a story about Arthur, who happens to love people and who happens not to love them. But the point is, this is a story about Arthur who doesn't know it's a story about him. This is story about finding out what it means to be a hero to the right people, what it means to know yourself and, by accident, to let other people learn to know how to love you. Arthur is figuring his shit out.

t on the timeline by battleofhydaspe (complete) Summary: He doesn’t know how Eames tells reality from dream, but Eames seems very sure of what he’s saying.

Toxic by witling (complete) Summary: Eames tackles him from behind, brings him down onto his belly on the carpet, and plants a knee in his back. “What,” he pants, “the hell.” Arthur gets into trouble, and can't remember how he got there. Eames lends a hand.

We Can Do This Until We Pass Out by delires (complete) Summary: Disturbing London, baby, we about to branch out. (The one where Eames is a chav)

we were once cinema gods in the night by gyzym (complete) Summary: That's the thing about Hollywood--everyone has a Hollywood story.

Your Longest Missed Connection by anonymous (complete) Original Prompt: Arthur tries to be nice to Eames, really. But unfortunately, everything he says or does is misunderstood by Eames as being condenscending or sarcastic. I would prefer Arthur to be the pursuer in the pairing, and for Eames to dislike him initially (thinking Arthur's a real prat :D) Oblivious!Eames and Pining!Arthur ftw!

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

À plus tard dans nos rêves by TheoryofChaos (complete) Summary: A quinze ans, c'est connu, on est le dernier des cons. Je ne faisais pas exception à la règle. Je t'ai laissé t'enfuir et maintenant je ne peux plus te rattraper. OS 8059.

Concrete Feet by double_exposure (complete) Summary: If her job had a title, it'd be something along the lines of 'lab assistant/frequent abductee/up-and-coming asskicker.' Or, the story of how Haru carves out her vague, not entirely unimportant place in the Family.

Countdown by metisket (complete) Summary: -

Dead-Eyed Tsuna by wyrvel (complete) Summary: Sawada Tsunayoshi is cold, aloof, constantly exhausted, perpetually doubtful, and has the resting face of an axe murderer. He's resigned to being a complete failure for the rest of his life, and is pretty satisfied with himself, as long as he has people like his best friend Sasagawa Kyouko to help him along the way. But his dull, emotionless status quo is shattered when Kyouko decides he should join the Disciplinary Committee and do something with himself. The Disciplinary Committee, as in the thinly veiled school gang run by the Scariest Teenage Boy Alive. And yet, against all odds, it's not the Committee itself that led him into mass international criminal politics, magic powers, and casual murder. (Tsuna is in the Disciplinary Committee, and somewhere else, Timoteo's son is the heir to the seat of Vongola Decimo. Featuring: Ensemble Cast, many OCs, and fully original story arcs. Humour/Action/Drama, contains dark themes. Heavy AU.)

ease it off by kilewolf (complete) Summary: Yamamoto thinks about some things. After all they've been through, going back to middle school is kind of weird.

En attendant demain by TheoryofChaos (complete) Summary: En attendant demain, Tsuna imagine partager avec lui plus qu'un bout de chemin. Et laisse son jumeau maléfique lui faire toutes ces choses dont il rêve en secret. 2700.

Game of Life by exocara (WIP) Summary: From the moment he had woken up to see names and levels floating over people's heads, Sawada Tsunayoshi knew that something was really, really wrong. Drabble series, crackish, very, very mild All27 that will show up later.

Kou’s Guidelines For Organized Crime by wyrvel (WIP) Summary: Sawada Kou is a fast-paced fourteen-year-old girl in her second year of middle school, plagued by low blood pressure, her status as a social pariah, elaborate extended family drama, and her hapless attempts to whittle anything more inspired than a series of increasingly fat birds. But that's nothing in comparison to what the man from Italy brings to her door... (Gen, fem!Tsuna adult!Reborn non-Decimo AU.)

Like Dust by wyrvel (complete) Summary: "You missed me too, right?"

like the edge of a knife by kilewolf (complete) Summary: Yamamoto has that look in his eyes again.

On the Outside by metisket (complete) Summary: -

Pinch Hitter by Scuttlebutt Inc (complete) Summary: Post-Millefiore arc, the boys are back in their own timeline and experiencing a new landscape fraught with dangers: High school. Bullies, mid-terms and relationships present their own unique challenges. Yaoi, 8059, 59- 27, TsunaxKyoko

the rain falls gently by kilewolf (complete) Summary: Yamamoto's not a hitman. (Or so he says/Definitely not/Not yet.)

The Sun Always Rises by lacewood (complete) Summary: In another world, Kyoko lived a very different life - and Tsuna had a different Sun guardian.

Tsunahiki by metisket (complete) Summary: -

Vigilante Tendency by Kyogre (complete) Summary: There's such a thing as being too much like the 1st generation. Tsuna didn't mean to start a vigilante group, but somehow it happened anyway. Well done, "Neo Primo," well done.

What We Fought For by metisket (complete) Summary: -

yesterday’s tomorrow by misamiera (WIP) Summary: Tsuna had dreamed of some crazy future where babies were hitmen and he'd become a mafia boss, but he never imagined it would come true. Gen, AU/timetravel-ish.

you’re a king and i’ve always wanted to be a lionheart by kilewolf (complete) Summary: A collection of scenes from Yamamoto's point of view, up to the Varia arc. He believes this is what you call "falling head over heels".

Naruto

Baby Animals, Weddings, And Other Things Not Normally Associated With Uchiha Sasuke by prettypriestess (complete) Summary: In which Konoha needs to upgrade their plumbing to be more resistant. (Or, the one where Sasuke and Naruto get genin and maybe someone buys a house.)

Telephone by rageprufrock Summary: It's rough being Team 7.

Sherlock BBC

Alone On the Water by Mad_Lori (complete) Summary: Sherlock Holmes never expected to live a long life, but he never imagined that it would end like this.

Star Trek

(you enter the Jim Kirk Appreciation Zone)

For Gladness Of You by kariye (complete) Summary: In which shit goes down in no particular order: Jim almost starts a war, Spock gets tortured, Jim gets kidnapped, Jim gets tortured, Spock gets not-quite-kidnapped, Jim takes the Enterprise joyriding, and mysterious Vulcans with their even more mysterious leader hop a ride for a few weeks. But that’s not what the story’s about. It’s about this: Jim was always going to fall in love with Spock – boldly, recklessly. He just didn’t expect to stay that way. A story about getting over all that.

Leave No Soul Behind by whochick (complete) Summary: If you're Starfleet, you spend your whole life wishing you never see an EPAS uniform right up until the moment they become your only hope. Whether you're dying a slow, cold death in space, or a long painful one on some godforsaken planet, they're going to come for you. So count your last breaths, son, and hold on tight. They leave no soul behind. (Note: this is it. This is my favorite fic of all time. The one that’s as close to perfection as perfection’s gonna get.)

Magpie by waldorph (complete) Summary: Spock met Jim when he was 7 and Jim was 6. It has since been generally agreed that this was a mistake (or: the one where they grow up together and things are simultaneously better and worse for it).

Spoctoria series by deamlet and waldorph (complete) Summary: Spock is heir to the Federation throne, Jim is Prince of America because his fucking brother abdicated, and the Klingons are on the verge of blowing shit up--a love story.

Still Life by dogpoet (complete) Summary: Traumatized by his experience on Tarsus IV, Jim Kirk runs away to Vulcan to undergo kolinahr. Reboot AU.

Twenty-Six and Legend series by Ilethe (complete) Summary: Bones didn't know it then, or even in the weeks and months after, but it was the last time Jim was Jim, before Enterprise changed him in infinitesimal ways, day by day by day, until he was laying sightless inside a radiation decontamination compartment, the last star falling even as Enterprise ascended into the sky.

We Two Alone by shoreleave (complete) Summary: Academy fic. Dr. Leonard McCoy thinks he has nothing in common with command-track cadet Jim Kirk, until a series of events forces them together. When a simple training mission is derailed into a seemingly hopeless situation, both have to learn to trust one another, and they’ll need all their wits and survival skills to stay alive.

Supernatural

(yeah ok so i was destiel once)

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built by MajorEnglishEsquire (complete) Summary: Castiel travels with the angel tablet and without the Winchesters. One day, Dean gets a text from some anonymous number. (They speak in the language of need.) A post-08.17 Goodbye, Stranger story.

Oscillation by nekosmuse (complete) Summary: Sexual identity crisis aside, Dean's man enough to admit he's in love with Castiel. Has been for years. Which would be fine, really, if he could get past the whole unrequited, unworthy business, because maybe then he could move on with his life, get back to having sex on a semi-regular basis. Aaron's the first person to pique his interest in far, far too long. Aka the one where Dean's pining for an angel, starting to accept that he maybe wants to fuck men, and he's got Aaron Bass' phone number burning a hole in his wallet.

The Law of Conservation of Energy by peroxidepest17 (WIP) Summary: The law of conservation of energy states that energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed from one state into another. And what is grace, if not energy?

The Mirror by cloudyjenn (complete) Summary: When Dean touches a strange mirror, he's whisked away to one alternate reality after another and it doesn't take him long to realize the universe is trying to tell him something.

The Soul Piece by cloudyjenn (complete) Summary: When a human child is born, their soul is shattered into bright gleaming pieces that scatter to the winds.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit by pyrebi (complete) Summary: In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything.

Wait and See by oncethrown (complete) Summary: After the apocalypse doesn't happen, Dean goes back to Bobby's house alone. He burned Bobby's body in the field. There wasn't enough of Cas left to burn or bury, and Sam was gone. After a few weeks of drinking and researching, Dean's ready to finally off himself and join his whole family, but a discount easter card and a sudden reappearance save him. Eventual Destiel. Human!Cas.

The Dark Knight Rises

in the family of things by Sibilant (WIP) Summary: They're saying there's work in the tunnels of Gotham. But one boy has already turned up dead. John's not going to let that happen again.

X-Men

(there’s probably a bunch here that i wouldn’t rec anymore considering how sketchy cherik fic can be about oppressed/oppressor dynamics & putting the blame on magneto. all of the following were written after x-men: first class came out, and i haven’t kept up with later x-men movies. i don’t have the time to reread everything, so just... take them with a grain of salt and sorry if i end up reccing something bad. i’m a lot more aware now than i was in 2011-2013. those that i do rec here i remember mostly for the relationship aspects, not so much for the social commentary.)

Boden’s Mate by kaydeefalls (complete) Summary: "Shaw has information that we need, and we need him alive to extract it," Moira says, and there it is: the job is on the table. Extraction. XMFC/Inception fusion AU. Erik is an extractor, Alex is his point man. They're assembling a team to go after the most dangerous mind in dreamsharing: Sebastian Shaw. But unless Alex and the team can keep him in check, Erik's desire for vengeance might just rip the whole job apart around them -- and then there's the shade that haunts his dreams...

Enemy of My Enemy by Thuri (complete) Summary: The CIA can't let a telepath of Charles's power stay free. Erik can't let him stay prisoner.

Fighting Fit by jemisard (complete) Summary: Charles fights people about his disability every day. Except the odd occasion when he doesn’t.

I, We, Us by winterhill (complete - restricted access!) Summary: Daemon AU: When he was a child, Erik was forced to split from his daemon. It’s only when he meets Charles that he thinks he might have finally found someone who he could safely leave her with. Missing scenes from canon and a few re-written scenes, plus what happened after. Somewhat loose interpretation of Pullman’s ideas.

Limited Release by rageprufrock (complete) Summary: When Alex Summers broke out of supermax to rescue his stupid kid brother, he had no idea it was going to be so fucking complicated.

Linger by waldorph (complete) Summary: Erik had been warned, to be fair. The realtor was very explicit that the last seventeen tenants had run from the premises screaming about the Exorcist or The Ring or some other terrible horror show.

Look This Life in the Eye by MonstrousRegiment (complete) Summary: There's a locked door in Xavier Hall to which no one has access. In making inquiries, Erik realizes he's built his opinion on Charles on the wrong foundations. “You thought I was going to hit you?” Charles’ eyes dart away, shoulders pulling in as if he were trying to curl in on himself. Erik feels something tight inside his chest coil in even tighter as his stomach turns.

Make Sure You Call Before You Leave by cm (mumblemutter) (complete) Summary: Erika happens to Charles.

No Yesterdays On the Road by pocky_slash (complete) Summary: It's been two months since Cuba and things are settling down for Charles, Erik, and the beginnings of their mutant school. Right up until Charles disappears, that is. Faced with the possibility that a bitter Emma Frost has kidnapped Charles, Erik is forced to team up with Moira to hunt down the remainder of the Hellfire Club. From there, they hope to locate Frost and retrieve Charles, without killing each other along the way. (Or: Erik and Moira Drive Across the Country and Talk About Their Feelings.)

Our House, In The Middle Of Our Street by Clocks (complete) Summary: Charles is a social worker who fosters troubled kids, and one day he meets Erik, an ex-convict, who reluctantly agrees to stay for only a while, but ends up staying for good and helping Charles to raise the kids. Awkward parenting ensues.

Paper Monsters by Clocks (complete) Summary: Fill for this prompt: Charles meets Erik Lehnsherr, his favorite novelist of all time at a coffee shop, but doesn't know it's him, and Erik just criticizes his own writing in front of his biggest fan.

Rumor Mill by ikeracity (complete) Summary: Erik is the grumpiest, most foul tempered worker at Stark industries. His grumpiness is the stuff of legends. So it's obviously the talk of the office when Erik is being made to go to the company party and he's bringing his husband. There's rumors flying round about how much of a masochist or equally antisocial bastard Erik's husband must be to put up with him. Others think he must be a meek mouse perhaps bullied by Erik. What they weren't expecting was the confident, charming, adorable and unbelievably nice Charles that turns up on Erik's arm. What they certainly weren't expecting was how much Erik obviously adores his husband and how happy he is to let others see this.

South of the Border by sneakertime (complete) Summary: Post-Divorce AU. Charles Xavier saves Logan from Emma Frost in Mexico. They have a lot of sex, and things get progressively more complicated.

The Better Men by TurtleTotem (complete) Summary: "I do believe the two of you were in the same year as boys, were you not?" Headmaster Shaw said. "Charles is the most competent deputy any headmaster could ask for, Erik, and he's been doing this for years…" He trailed off, as if finally noticing something odd in the way his Potions and Divination masters were staring at each other. "Of course," Charles said quickly, his voice only a little hoarse, and stuck out his hand. "Welcome back to Hogwarts, Erik."

The one where Erik own an antiques shop and Charles is a professor by aesc (complete) Summary: Even though Charles loathed people using "I must have a genetic predisposition for X, Y, or Z" as an excuse for personal shortcomings and peccadillos – he was a professor at Columbia and a well-respected researcher in the field, he couldn't not get riled about scientific inaccuracy – he suspected the Xavier family had a strong expression of the gene responsible for squirreling away every random object that came across their paths.

Time to Grow by zarah5 (complete - restricted access!) Summary: In which you'll find chess dates which aren't dates (or maybe Charles is wrong about that). -- Based on First Class, this turns (slightly) AU during the beach scene.

Us by Pangea (complete) Summary: “Charles,” Erik says, and if his voice hits a pleading note then who can really blame him, “Charles, it’s me.” It takes several longer moments before Charles musters up the strength to answer, breath stuttering horribly as he tries to breathe. He’s shaking, entire body trembling. “Erik,” Charles says, his voice cracking, “Erik, I want to die.”

Crossovers

Accidents Happen by metisket (Desden Files/FMA - complete) Summary: -

Getting Things Done by metisket (FMA/DGM - complete) Summary: -

I Hold With Those Who Favour Fire by infraredphaeton (KHR/Naruto - complete) Summary: When Gokudera died, taking a bullet for Tsuna, he expected to go to hell. Not wake up as a pink haired girly-boy in a world full of ninja. How's he meant to be the Jyuudaime's right hand in a world that doesn't even have a mafia? Clearly, he'll have to clean this place up before Tsuna gets here. REINCARNATION, Gokudera-as-m!Sakura.

langlocked lurid. by esquitor (DGM/Harry Potter - WIP) Summary: the one where allen walker puts up with draco malfoy trying to recruit him into his little gang, and his uncle neah campbell tries not to drink himself into a stupor before cross gets to hogwarts. meanwhile, sirius black hunts a rat.

Thicker Than Blood by AvocadoLove (Inception/500 Days of Summer - complete) Summary: "My brother, Tom, has been missing for three days."

[prorevenge]

Destroy my childhood, ruin my chance at college, and laugh when I said I was homeless? Lol cool, I'll ruin your f*cking life.

warning: this is a VERY long story with few updates and TL:DR at the end.

BACKSTORY: My mother was a really shitty person. I have 4 other siblings. One older sister, 3 way younger, 3 different dads. Before I was born (im a male btw), my oldest sister was taken away from my mother when she was a few months old because she tried to stab/slice the father of my sister WHILE HE WAS HOLDING HER. She lost custody and the dude left her. Older sister goes to live with her fathers family in a different city. CUE LIL OL ME COMING INTO THIS SEXY WORLD. My dad went to jail 2-3 years after I was born for a while, I rarely saw him. He's an alcoholic if that matters. She was a single mother but she made it work and she worked hard. One of the bigger problems was that she took out all her aggression and hatred of my father on me as well as work stress and etc. She dealt with sexual abuse growing up which I'm sure definitely affected her relationships and how she treated me as well. Anyways...

Cue me being abused from the age of 4-5 to about 17. Every day was hell. She was extremely strict and her perspective was warped. She was also pretty big in stature and had alot of strength. Examples of her being shitty: I've gotten beaten up badly once because HER room was dirty. The dishes weren't washed and I got beaten soon as I got home, even if there weren't dishes when I left to school. If i walked too loud, id get my ass beat. She broke my nose for looking at her the wrong way on my 10th birthday when she brought me a cake I was allergic too(It had peanuts, she knows im slightly allergic but feigned ignorance..) It was more or less every day or every other day. She used her fists/elbows/extension cords/hangers/chairs/canes/bats/etc. Whatever she could find I was getting beaten with. I couldn't ever escape to my room for long because she would always call me every few minutes to get her things or to yell at me. She never drank or did drugs or anything. Whenever she was upset and I happened to be in front of her she'd kick me down the stairs to make me hurry up. She's put a knife to my neck before and had to be forcibly stopped by her bf of the time. Burned my Christmas presents from other people (she didnt get me anything that year) and just other really shitty things. The only thing I will say, she tried really hard to make up for it with video games and electronics and etc. It didn't make a difference to me though, it never helped.

She controlled most aspects of my life. I got by with little petty revenges. Peeing in the Lipton iced tea she drank. Rubbing her forks and spoons between ny buttcheeks before i served her dinner. Ignoring her screams for help when she had kidney stones (how tf am i supposed to help anyways??) But by the time i got to highschool I turned to alcohol. I resented her and the negative atmosphere affected who I was as a person. I started to be cold and uncaring. Calculated. She started kicking me out every few months telling me to find somewhere else to live by age 15. She sent me away to a different country for a year and tried to keep my passport but I made it back to the US with the help of the embassy and my step father (she'd already left by that time and found some other dude). I came back senior year with no credits for the prior grade which ended with me getting a GED. I spent most of the time i could with my best friend and started working shitty jobs. I was terrible at saving as i had accumulated loads of shitty habits while growing up so it didnt make much difference. She eventually told me that If i went to college, I would ALWAYS have a place to live until I finished. Cue my first 2 semesters at a 2 year college, I maintained a 3.7ish gpa. My teachers loved me and it was my escape. Towards the end of my 2nd semester during finals, i came home late one night around 10pm and my mother yanks the door open screaming in my face asking when I'll move out. I'm slightly drunk and decide to completely ignore her and walk to my room. If I opened my mouth, that day would be the day I blew up and cursed her out. I've rarely ever raised my voice at her because it never ended well. Now at this point im 19 and I've been doing school full time with no savings. Im also fairly fit and could easily take my mom at this point (Never laid a hand on her or any woman, i hate violence). I get to my room, she rips my door open, and starts yelling. I say nothing and stare at her. She walks away and called the police on me saying she thought id murder her and my younger siblings. I don't know where the fuck she got that idea from as she's the one who's nearly killed me many times.

I packed everything into a duffle bag and left 5 minutes afterwards. I failed all of my finals because I couldn't make it to my school. Things kinda spiraled and the next 2-3 years were me on and off homeless. I survived the best I could in a big city with no college degree and made a lot of shitty choices due to my shitty habits. Eventually i found a profitable hobby that gave me meaning and through that i started to work my way up. Got my own apartment, had a full time job, and did my hobby on the side. I hadn't kept up contact with my mother at all but my younger sister who was old enough to have a phone found me on social media so i saw photos and such, she didn't have it anywhere near as bad but she did get beaten occasionally. My mother reached out via email all smiles asking how I've been. Now guys, ive always been envious of the relationship most ppl have with their moms so I gave her a chance and gave her a call. We talked for a few minutes and everything was civil and seemed like things would go okay but then...

She asked me what I've been up to the last few years and I told her honestly, that I was homeless for a while and struggled a lot after what she did to me but I worked my way out of it. SHE LITERALLY LAUGHS. She laughed for a few seconds in a very condescending kinda chuckle and then said "I never did a thing to you so you don't know what abuse is! its your own damn fault you were homeless. So how about yo-" but by that point I hung up. I was speechless and fuming. I don't know what abuse is? OKAY BITCH. IVE SPENT TOO FUCKING LONG LETTING YOU DESTROY MY SANITY. NOW IS THE TIME.

There was a few things my mother didn't know. One, I knew for a fact that current well paying job she had was gotten on lies as she never got her college degree and lied about it on her resume. Two, I had access to all of her email accounts and cloud storage accounts since I was the one that set them up when I was younger and she never changes her passwords. Lastly, she DEFINITELY wasn't aware that from 13yrs old and onto the last time she hit me I took photos of ALL my bruises/marks/wounds/bloody noses saving them to my computer and then google drive. ON TOP OF THAT, my little sister had been sending me photos via social media of the bruises she got from my mom.

The first thing I did was compile ALL of those photos/videos into one folder. I then reached out to CPS in my city and explained that my siblings were being abused, how I was abused in the past, and that I had mountains of proof. Since ive called the cops on my mother before AND the thing that happened with my older sister, there was immediately a home visit. They arrived almost a day later with the police and coincidentally my mother was literally in the process of beating my younger sister when they were knocking. Cue an Emergency removal of all my siblings from the house and my mother getting arrested though she was released hours later. (I was getting a day to day play by play because my mothers best friend is a blabber mouth and everything my mother said she told her son who relayed it to me without either of their knowledge.) I sent CPS all the evidence and there's a legit case against my mother now. The next day I emailed and then called up her job to inform them that she had lied about having a very necessary college degree as well current events in her life which sparked a background check. She was fired days later. Say adios to 75k and a blacklist in the only industry you know how to work. I then spitefully deleted every cloud account and email address I ever made for her, which was all of them which im sure will make keeping up with alot bills and etc nearly impossible. I then anonymously reported her to the IRS because of the tax fraud she committed for years by claiming people's children that weren't hers with ALOT of detailed information since I lived with her while she did it.

So now, my mother lost all her kids and her job. Im meeting with a caseworker from CPS next week to talk more about what happens moving forward but I do know they're NOT going back. Idk how she's gonna pay her mortgage now and survive. I'm sure she's gonna get a call from the IRS who'll be looking for a few thousand dollars she owes them. She also has to go back to court in a few months, not exactly sure what she was charged with but ill update when I find out how everything turns out.

Side Note: She isn't aware im the cause of any of this. I plan on keeping tabs on her and waiting until it seems like she's close to death before I tell her it was all me and I peed in her Lipton.

Updates:

1) I am psychologically not in the position to take care of my younger siblings or take on a parental role. I came very close to suicide 2 years ago and im just trying to work on my alcohol problem and other habits that keep me in a cycle of instability. No I haven't been to any programs or therapy, I don't think it will help me in regards to my nearly constant apathy and etc.

2) My 2 youngest siblings weren't really bothered much. It was mostly my little sister after I left who got beatings but luckily it wasn't anything near the level I had to deal with.

3) Im also incapable of taking custody because I don't have an apartment anymore due to bad decisions I made while drinking recently. So I'm back to homeless but I crash with a friend once in a awhile. I am very well aware I am an influence on my younger siblings and I'm trying to stay consistent with doing everything I can to be a better and more stable person for them so that maybe I can finally build a real relationship with someone in my family. I'm sorry to disappoint everyone who keeps wishing me more success.

4) Aside from my little siblings, I have zero contact with anyone else in my family. And even then, its been very rare because I had to avoid my mother to see them and didn't want her knowing i kept in contact (Meeting my little sister after school, facetime, etc). The rest of my family were well aware of what she did and distanced themselves. I don't plan on reaching out to them as im not good at maintaining relationships with mostly anyone anyways.

TL;DR - My mother abuses me badly for most of my life as well as my younger siblings. I have to drop out of college and support myself after she drove me to homelessness. She proceeds to laugh at me about me being homeless and denys abuse. So I ruined her life by getting my younger siblings removed and her arrested, making her lose her job, reported her to the IRS, and essentially set her up so that the remainder of her life is full of disaster and hardships.

(source) (story by howbout_that_lipton)