#it has been a HOT minute since this has been posted hi gang

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Hello 👋 I am a fan of all your work!!

I was wondering if you were still taking requests? If you are here’s an idea: reader (or Lucky) is turn into a child due to a devil fruit and the yandere Strawhats go into over drive to protect them because the reader can’t fight?

Thanks!!

I decided to do this with Lucky since I haven’t updated Lucky Break in a hot minute (I’m sorry but the requests and au’s have been too good). I’m just gonna stick with the east blue gang for this because if I go any further then I’m gonna spoil some stuff. This takes place post Arlong park but pre Loguetown. Lucky is around 4 here. There really isn't much yandere going on here, it's mostly them being wholesome.

Read Lucky Break for context

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Straw Hats x Child Reader (Lucky)

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“Luffy please stop carrying her like that you’re going to drop her!” Nami screeched while trying to snatch you out of his hand. 

Luffy only laughed and danced out of the way, still holding you by the ankle while you giggled right along with him. Blood was starting to rush to your head a little bit, but you were having too much fun to complain about it. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun!

“Lucky’s fine! She wouldn’t be laughing if she wasn’t!” Despite this, he decided to change his hold on you. By tossing you high into the air. Your giggles fell short at the sensation of sailing into the sky and you couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful ocean surrounding you. Gravity caught up, and you fell back into Luffy’s clutches with him holding you under your armpits.

Sanji stormed over and wrenched you out of his grip, and cradling you like a baby, “Are you insane?! What if you didn’t catch her, are you trying to give this one a head injury too?!” You were being squished into his chest while he was aggressively petting your hair and bouncing you as if you were upset. Which you weren’t. Well, you weren’t before but this treatment was more than a little annoying.

Your squirming got his attention back on you as you tried to get out of the somewhat suffocating hold he had on you. This effort was all in vain, as he simply readjusted his grip on you. “What’s wrong, princess? Did that stupid meathead hurt you?” Not even waiting for an answer, he was holding you out to search for any possible injury with a scrutinizing stare.

“No! Put me down, I’m not a baby!” You protested, uselessly kicking your little legs. Sanji’s face fell and he looked like you just stabbed him in the heart. His grip slackened enough for you to be able to free yourself, so naturally you went for it.

The second your feet hit the floor you spun on your heels and ran to Luffy, arms held up to him, “Again! Again!”

Luffy grinned broadly and was quick to do just that, grabbing your tiny waist and launching you into the air before anyone could stop him. Loud shrieks of protest resounded beneath you, but you could barely hear them over the peals of laughter coming out of you. You were so high up that you could look the jolly roger in the eye. Birds were flying past you just a bit higher, glancing at you curiously.

You fell down into Luffy’s hands again, but he learned from last time and immediately ran away from everyone crowding around him with you thrown over his shoulder.

“Would you stop?! What if she fell into the ocean?!” Nami yelled, desperately trying to close the gap between herself and you.

“One of you could’ve gotten her then, right?” Luffy said as if it were painfully obvious, turning to face them and cocking his head to the side.

While his back was turned, Usopp took the opportunity to try and creep up from behind. He made an exaggerated shushing motion to try and keep you quiet. It didn’t work. “Luffy! Usopp’s trying to sneak up on you!” You tattled on him with a smile on your face. Usopp’s jaw dropped at the betrayal.

“Huh? He is?” Luffy whirled around, to verify this. “What are you doing crouched down like that? You tryin’ to play leap frog or something?”

Nami took him having his back turned as her chance. She lunged for you, but wasn’t quick enough. Luffy sidestepped, causing her to plow right into Usopp and tackle him to the ground with a yelp. You giggled and clapped your hands at the mayhem. 

After untangling herself from Usopp, Nami growled in aggravation, “Zoro! Would you quit working out for three seconds and help us?!”

Zoro barely spared her more than a glance before resuming his bicep curls, “Luffy’s just playing with her. What’s the big deal? Relax.”

Sanji ran up from the side, coming very close to grabbing you, only for Luffy to use his stretchy arms to rocket himself up to the crowsnest. There was a cacophony of yelling coming from the deck beneath you. 

Luffy’s whole body shook with laughter as he watched his crew scramble to figure out what to do next. You were perched up on his shoulders now with his hands holding onto your ankles, taking in the sight of the chaos with him. As your own laughter died down, your attention was drawn to his hat. It looked pretty cool to you, and you wanted to wear it.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you plucked it off his head and put it onto your own. His shoulders stiffened immediately, and he snapped his head up to look at you. Not that you were paying much attention to him, rather choosing to smile triumphantly at successfully getting your hands on his hat. You looked down at him happily and asked, “Does wearing this make me the captain now?”

“Wha- Hey! First you steal my hat and now you’re trying to take my position, too?! You’re getting the hang of this pirate thing really fast!”

You weren’t able to bask in your victory for very long, the next thing you knew he pulled you off his shoulders by one of your ankles and you were back to how you were being carried around before.

Your grip on his hat wasn’t strong enough to keep him from getting it back. Luffy fixed it back onto his head with an exaggerated huff. He gave you a “serious” stare that only caused you to giggle more.

“Mutiny is a serious crime, you know! You’re in trouble now!”

This made you stop instantly, eyes shooting wide and panic setting in. You were just playing, you didn’t mean to make him mad, much less mad enough to get you into trouble. The smile that had been plastered onto your face up until now fell and your lip began to tremble. You tried to keep a brave face and not be “an attention-seeking crybaby” as your parents put it, but your resolve wasn’t strong enough and tears started to well in your eyes.

Luffy’s demeanor switched just like that, and he started to panic right with you. “Whoa, hey, you don’t need to cry about it! I was just kidding! You’re not really in trouble!” You were shifted into an upright position and brought in for a hug. He was bouncing you slightly and patting your back (a little harshly, but you didn’t say anything about it).

You sniffled pitifully, “I’m not? You promise?”

“Yeah! I promise!”

“Okay…” you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes with your sleeve to try and stop the tears that had begun to drip down your face.

“Luffy you- Why is she crying?!” Nami had finally made it up to the crowsnest, only to be horrified upon seeing your teary-eyed expression. She barely had a leg in before aggressively taking you into her arms and smacking Luffy’s head.

“Crying?!” Sanji popped up behind her a moment later. He took a second to confirm that it was indeed you that was crying, and then went after Luffy like a rabid dog. “How dare you make the little lady cry!”

“Hey, I didn’t do it on purpose! We were just playing around!” Luffy shot himself backwards, tumbling over the edge to escape Sanji’s pursuit. Sanji didn’t hesitate to leap down after him. They both hit the ground with a series of thuds and you heard Zoro saying some swear words. Did they land on him?

Nami was rocking you back and forth and scowling down at them, muttering under her breath about them being a bunch of idiots. When she switched her attention to you, her face softened, “Are you okay, Lucky? Our dumb captain didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You shook your head, “No, I’m okay. He just said I was in trouble for mutiny but then said he was joking so I guess I’m fine.”

“Mutiny?”

“I stole his hat and tried to be the captain,” you admitted to your crimes sorrowfully, still ashamed of your actions even though Luffy said that you weren’t in trouble.

Nami snorted at this, but coughed and tried to hide it, “Yeah, don’t worry about it, honey. I’m sure he was just joking around with you, but I’m still going to yell at him later for making you cry.” She rubbed your back reassuringly, offering you her sweetest smile, “Are you hungry? How about we get you something to eat.”

“Hmm, okay,” you conceded, food sounded pretty good right about now. There was something that was bothering you though, “Hey Nami? How come everyone keeps calling me Lucky?”

Realization flashed across her face, “Oh right! You remember how we said that you’ve been traveling with us for a while now when you first woke up here? Well, you see, you haven’t been able to remember your name so we’ve just been calling you a nickname.”

“Why can’t I remember my name?”

She scowled at the memory, “Because our stupid captain “accidentally” hit your head when you first met and made you forget everything.” Shaking her head to dismiss the thought, she focused her attention back on you, “But now you do have your memories! Why don’t you tell me your name?”

You mulled this over in your head, feeling a little unsure of this crazy story. Nami was staring at you with anticipation, so you made up your mind quickly. “Nope!” You stuck your tongue out at her mischievously, “It’s a secret!”

She gasped and held a hand to her chest in mock betrayal, “Lucky! Come on, please tell me! If you do, I'll keep it a secret, too!” 

“Nuh-uh! I’m not telling!” You nodded resolutely, enjoying having a secret of your own. It felt so powerful!

Nami sulked her shoulders upon seeing the determination in your eyes, knowing she wasn’t going to win this one for the time being. She sighed and began climbing down the rope ladder to the deck, “Fine, you win for now.” She looked over to where Sanji was still fighting with Luffy (and also Zoro for some reason?) and called out to him, “Hey Sanji, Lucky is hungry!”

Immediately, he violently shoved both crewmates away from him and turned to you two with a slightly disheveled appearance. While attempting to straighten out his clothes and hair, he grinned warmly at you, “How could I be so careless as to not check if you were hungry myself? What’s your favorite food? I’ll make anything you want to make up for it.”

“Really? Anything?” Your eyes were sparkling and you felt your mouth watering as all of your favorite foods flashed through your head.

“Yes, anything,” he repeated back.

You squealed in excitement and clambered into his arms once he was close enough, “You’re the best, mister Sanji!” As you began to rattle off some of your favorites, Sanji was clutching at his chest and trying his damnedest not to give out from how cute this was.

“That sounds good! I want some of that, too!” Luffy popped up at his side, eyeing his cook expectantly.

Sanji’s dopey expression twisted into a scowl and he swung his leg at him, “You don’t get any, stay out of my da-” he cleared his throat, “out of my kitchen.”

Luffy dodged it with a practiced ease and kept following anyway, tacking on other foods he thought Sanji should make while he’s at it. All of it was meat.

You swung your feet happily, watching the interaction. You don’t really understand how your grown up self got to know these people, or how you got turned into a child. Seriously, what’s a devil fruit? But, you think you get why you wanted to be with them despite getting hit on the head by one of them. They seem like fun and nice people.

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something borrowed | jjk

VIBES | first loves, a lil angst, a lil... infidelity (don't scream at me!!), no smut (a little teeny lips to kitty moment but no actual smut) jungkook's nose be doing things (smelling <3) cause when is it not?, mafia au

SOUNDTRACK | moth to a flame - swedish house mafia, the weekend ; mirage - elina

HOLLY'S NOTE | (originally posted april 2023) was in a tiktok hell hole of moth to a flame edits, and this is the product of it loool. posted on wp first!!

WORD COUNT |  2.8k

GLOSSARY OF TERMS | all relating to korean gangs 

Gyeongsang - the ancient name for what is now known as the Yeongnam district of Korea. It includes Daegu, Busan, Ulsan, and both Gyeongsang Provinces. It's essentially the South-East of the country.

Honam - the district of Korea which includes Gwangju and both Jeolla provinces. Essentially, it's Yeongnam's counterpart - the South-West of the country.

Pa - the term for a 'mob' in Korean, often affixed to regions or identifiers of specific gangs

Jopok - a term for someone involved in a gang 

THEY SAY you never forget your first love; that it's some sort of earth-shattering, universe-bending, life-debilitating experience. You learn from it; how to behave, how to act, how to break a heart, and - sometimes - how to heal one, too.

They're a funny thing, first loves.

Virginities are given and taken in all aspects of life; sex, declarations of affection, scathing remarks in the midst of arguments.

Jeon Jungkook has all of your firsts, and you all of his.

It had been a too-hot summer, and you'd been rebelling.

Fresh-faced, and terribly bored of the confines put in place by your father, Jungkook had seemed like a safe bet. 

Jungkook had always been a rebel. You made no change to that.

You'd gone to Busan looking for trouble. Like father, like daughter. He usually went there to fuck with Gyeongsang-pa goonies who didn't know their left from their right; to remind them that what Honam-pa may lack in their underground history, they made up for in their sheer moxie.

You'd gone there to fuck with Gyeongsang-pa goonies, too, just in the literal sense. You were on the cusp of nineteen, and still being held prisoner to Honam-pa hierarchy, or so it felt.

An easy target was found in the form of a boy skimming rocks against a settled bay. Leather jacket and a face of thunder, Jeon Jungkook had wanted nothing to do with you. Heard the tone of your dialect and knew you were one of them.

"Ain't no place for Honam bitches," he'd told you. Had made you laugh.

"And who are you?" You'd replied, voice condescending, eyes innocent. "Too scrawny to be Jopok."

He had smirked. Shook his head. "Yeah, and you're too vapid to be asking questions like that in a city that ain't yours." The pebble he sent hurtling into the ocean skipped once, twice, three times before sinking. He turned to look at you. Sighed. Figured you were at least a little bit more interesting than pebbles. "What's your name, Honam?"

As you stand in front of a mirror, seven years since that summer, you know Jeon Jungkook will be getting all of your lasts, too.

You're smoothing down a dress; white, lace, and everything a girl dreams of.

Well, everything a girl who wants a traditional wedding with all the bells and whistles wants.

You've always considered yourself an elopement kind of girlie; last-minute charity shop dress for you, and second-hand tie for your groom, in a city worlds away from 'home'. That's what you would have liked.

But you're Honam's Princess. 

This was always gonna be the way.

You'd never expected yourself to have a Gyeongsang-pa groom, but sometimes life works out in funny ways.

"It's bad luck," you say quietly as Jungkook approaches the doorway. It's a little before noon. Nuptials are at two. You've sent away your ladies in waiting, favouring these final moments alone.

"To see the bride?" he questions. He's not even started getting ready yet. Still in a pair of sweats and an old shirt that you remember from that very first summer. You wonder if he's wearing it deliberately now; if it makes him feel like he's young again.

He'd been so fresh-faced back then. His broad back hadn't yet been tarnished by a dragon, and his eyes had seen far less violence. His hands, too.

You nod. "Remember? I told you. You shouldn't see the bride on the morning of the ceremony."

Jungkook just shrugs. Pushes the door to, and walks further into the room to stand behind you. It's warm, but his presence gives you chills. It shouldn't do. Not when you know him as intimately as you do.

His fingers reach up to toy at the vintage clasp of your necklace. He asks, "Something old?"

You're silent as you study him in the mirror. He's not aged a day. Not really. Not in his eyes. The scar on his cheek looks a little deeper from his face filling out, and he wears his hair differently - he doesn't subscribe to the Gyeongsang-pa standard of short sides, long top anymore - but his eyes are just the same.

"Something old," you nod.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, and lets the very tips of his fingers trail down your spine, until they reach the fabric of your dress.

"Your Grandmothers," he says. "I remember it."

You don't hide your surprise.

"What?" he smirks, when he notices the tiny little hum of confusion you do. "Was that first summer. You left it in my car once. Was karma for you chatting shit about your sister inheriting the opal ring."

"It was too small for her fingers!" you immediately protest, still standing by the fact it would have been cherished by you - though you do have an opal ring, now. 

It normally sits snug on your fourth finger, awaiting a dainty silver band to keep it company, but it's off today. Symbolic. Your wedding band is to be threaded on first, held in place by your opal forevermore.

"The necklace suits you," he offers. 

Thinks it really does; a small silver chain, links twisted with a single teardrop pearl resting on your chest. It goes back generations. Is a status symbol. Losing it in Jungkook's car had left you terrified for you both, no matter who would have found it - Gyeongsang-pa goonies or Honam-Pa. Would have been fucked either way. Fraternizing with the enemy was one thing - but fucking them?

Your father would have had Jungkook's head on a butcher's block within an hour of finding out.

Funny, how things change.

He strides over to the dresser, where a white shoe box sits open. Tissue paper sprouts from the packaging, and nestled inside are a pair of heels that he thinks are befitting of you. They're white, to match your dress, with ornate silver leaves trailing up and around the heels. You'll be a good few inches taller with them on, but he'd still dwarf you if he were to stand across from you.

A little taller than he was that very first summer, Jungkook is far more confident, too. Not in a brash, false bravado kind of way, but in such a way that he's learned his worth. Knows where he is in the pecking order. Works so much harder than you ever will, and yet will never be of equal status. Not in Honam Pa, not in Gyeongsang-Pa.

He sits on the chair beside the mirror and holds a shoe in each palm. His legs are spread, smile arrogant, as he taps the shoes together.

"Something new?"

"Careful," you say, not looking at him, tweaking a little bit of your hair back. "Yes. Something new."

He raises one of shoes, and nods to where the skirt of your dress pools on the floor. "May I?"

"Shouldn't even see-"

"See the bride, yeah, yeah, I know," he says softly. "Next time I see you, you're gonna be one of us. Let me at least spend a little time with you while you're still Honam."

"You've always hated that I'm Honam," you remind him.

He doesn't deny it.

"Just let me help you get ready for your party," he says, stern but gentle. He's always been like that with you.

He calls it a party, because he refuses to call it a wedding. Wedding is too romantic. Too foreboding.

You don't want to smile. He's so abrasive at times, so frustrating. You wonder how you ended up here; eyes full of adoration as you nod. "Alright then, Prince Charming."

You lift your leg just a little bit, but Jungkook knows your body, so doesn't give it a second thought as he reaches down to leverage it up. He strokes at your ankle, the heel of your foot, the arch. Smiles to himself when you shudder a little when his fingers ghost across the tiny ticklish section.

"Don't," you smile. "I'll fall."

He just shrugs. "I'll catch you."

That's the thing about Jungkook; he always does. Trusty, dependable, reliable. 

Sure, maybe occasionally he would be the one to tie your laces, but he would always catch you.

You've no laces on now. Any falling? All of your own doing.

Jungkook doesn't let the sentiment linger. Asks, "Something blue?"

You look down at him as he slides the second shoe onto your other foot, and wonder if showing him really will be pushing your luck - but hey.

He's already seen the bride.

What harm would it do if he sees a little more?

He holds on to your ankle for longer than he really should. Strokes his thumb across the top of your foot. Smiles. You press the pad of your now-heeled foot into the tiny space between his spread legs, keeping it elevated, and give him a look that grants him permission to explore.

Both of his hands stroke up your raised leg, smooth and silky, the fabric of your dress moving to reveal what's hidden beneath. He reaches your knee. Leans forward a little. Presses those lips you know so well against your skin. Keeps stroking upwards, hands spreading across your thighs before reaching a roadblock. Chiffon and lace intertwined, a baby blue garter is hooked around your leg.

Jungkook's lips trail from the top of your knee to just shy of the material that stopped him from venturing further.

"Something blue," you whisper.

He nods. Lets his nose rest against it. You've sprayed it with your perfume. He fucking loves your perfume. You've been wearing the same one since he met you, and it always gets him a little heated at times he shouldn't be. 

Isn't his fault though. He thinks you conditioned him. 

And yeah, maybe you had sprayed it in his car vents on more than one occasion, and maybe you had deliberately layered a pheromone-infused oil beneath it that entire first summer. Not your fault he happened to like it a little too much. Not his fault the scent always takes him back to those stolen moments with you.

Jungkook's teeth sink into the material. Draw it back. Let it ping against your skin.

"Kook," you whisper, as if your hands aren't in his hair.

His hands push further up your legs. Both of them, now. They reveal the lacey white underwear you purchased especially for the big event. It's a matching set.

"Thank God it's not a Church wedding," he husks, a sigh exhaling. His breath tantalisingly chills your now-wet folds. So inconvenient. "You'd burn the second you stepped inside."

Jungkook's lips trail further. Leave little evidence. He's learned how to do that over the years. Has left no traces of himself, well, ever.

There's hustle and bustle in the garden out of the rear window. A traditional-style wooden screen preserves your dignity; hides your Gyeongsang-pa goonie from sight.

The venue wasn't your choice. It's Gyeongsang territory, for a start. Your father had said it would be good. Would help with the treaty. Very little about your 'party' has been planned by you. Like most of your life, your father has an iron vice on proceedings.

Your underwear was the one thing you had total control over. Had even considered wearing none at all, as a bit of a 'fuck you'.

Jungkook pauses. Takes in the sight of you. Grips the flesh of your upper thighs. Curses to himself. 

It feels like he's staring at your lace-covered cunt for an eternity before his lips finally press against it. Your grip in his hair tightens.

You'll need to change your underwear before you walk down the aisle. That's fine. This underwear was never intended for anything other than this, regardless.

Because while yes, the groom shouldn't see the bride ahead of the ceremony, it's not like that matters here. Jungkook was always going to see you before the wedding.

His lips are slow as he withdraws, and simply says, "Something borrowed."

The implication is heavy; heart-stopping. Cataclysmic.

"By you?" You whisper, as his deep dark eyes meet yours.

He looks so pretty in defeat. It pains you - but you both know this is the least painful outcome for you both.

Jungkook shakes his head. Let your dress gather by the floor. Smooths it over. Reclines into his chair.

"By Min fuckin' Yoongi."

Neither of you speak for a moment. Hearing his name, especially uttered from Jungkook's lips, makes your blood run cold. For so long, you've avoided the topic.

It's impossible, now.

See, it doesn't matter if Jungkook sees you before the ceremony.

He's not your groom.

Yoongi is.

He's your counterpart; the son of the Gyeongsang-pa King. A marriage born out of a sacred treaty between the gangs; the promise that together they'll obliterate Sudogwon's unruly mobs that have been making their way south in recent years.

"It's not too late," Jungkook whispers.

But it is, and you both know it. You've come too far to back out now.

Negotiations have been made. Peace treaties signed. Deals across clans finalised.

You're Honam's Princess, but one day you'll be Gyeongsang-pa's Queen.

Jungkook will only ever be a pauper chasing after the big boys.

So you'll say your vows and exchange your rings, and Jungkook won't object.

He'll sit quietly, like a good boy should, and watch you seal your fate.

Will watch Min Yoongi slide a wedding band onto your ring finger.

Will smile to himself when notices your engagement ring holding it in place a few months from now.

Will remind himself of the old tales that go hand in hand with opal engagement rings. If the legends are anything to go by, you'll be a widow within four years. He can wait that long. Has waited far longer, already.

And if, by four years, his time still hasn't come?

Kings can be overthrown. Jungkook is as Jopok as they come. He'll fight dirty.

For you?

He thinks he'll fight to the death.

"You're too good for Gyeongsang," he tells you, neck stretched, the crown of his head resting between his shoulder blades. You're scratching at his hair, looking at him.

With a smile, you shrug. "I'll still be Honam. For you, I'll be Honam."

Jungkook nods. Closes his eyes. Leans into your touch.

"My Honam girl," he says quietly, and it makes you wish that you had just run away with him that very first summer. You'd suggested it after you first thought you had lost your necklace. Thought it would be the only way to keep one another safe - until Jungkook found it between the seats.

You'd thanked the God that you don't believe in at the time. Clutched the necklace over your heart, head tipped to the heavens, all while Jungkook looked only at you. Lucky, he'd said, unaware that it was the worst possible outcome for you both.

You should've run.

Should've fuckin' run.

"Go," you whisper, knowing it's too late for any of that now. "We've got a party to attend, and you can't show up in a pair of sweats."

He likes that you don't call it a wedding, either. Nods. Also knows he can't be caught sneaking from your room. There'd be hell to pay.

Jungkook gets to his feet. Kisses your cheek. Tell you how pretty you look. Slowly walks to the door, then turns to look at you one final time. Spares you from a final remark that could make you feel even worse about the situation.

"Kook?" You call, just because you can't bear to let him leave. Not yet. It's too soon.

He hums a response. Doesn't open the door just yet. Waits for you to speak.

"I wish we never met."

Jungkook looks at his feet. Smiles. Nods. 

"Me, too, babe."  And then, just because he needs it to be known, "I love you."

You don't turn to face him.

"I love you, too."

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It’s so frustrating to see him drinking more and looking increasingly depressed. I just hope he’s okay. This whole PR game seems to be taking a toll on him, and it’s like no one is really looking out for his well-being. //

I agreed with you up until this point (respectfully 🩷). I actually don’t think he’s drinking more. What I do think is that he’s under a LOT of stress and looks like he hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in a hot minute. I actually think that seeing what a drunk she is has put him off to alcohol.

That being said, I do agree with you when you say that no one seems to move looking out for his well-being. Especially not her. If you REALLY love someone, you don’t let them survive on pb&j sandwiches and no sleep. You just don’t. I understand being an actor is demanding and long hours are unavoidable. But there were healthier ways for that man to gain weight that didn’t involve him eating like that. And if she were REALLY his partner and he was REALLY more than a meal ticket to her, she would’ve made sure that his health wasn’t jeopardized. Because that’s what you do when you love someone. You look out for them. Period. She hasn’t looked out for him, ever. Ffs, she helped his psychotic fans doxx him. She’s nothing but a clout chasing egomaniac.

Thank you for this!

The alcohol thing is mainly just a rumor I’ve heard, not 100% but during after parties I KNOW she gets drunk (seen by photos, it’s just the way she looks that proves she’s tipsy/wasted). I don’t want that to rub off on him in the near future since he did call his Marvel fans a trip/“crazy”, which is all her doing. She’s morphing his fans into some sort of a crazy lunatic gang, I’ve never seen anything like it!! (I’ll post a photo of what someone said in this reply) it’s truly disgusting, disturbing, and creepy. If his exes did any of these things she’s done, it would’ve been an immediate cancel. My ultimate theory of why they just ADORE her is:

1. They’re uneducated and refuse to look into any form of information/proof of her being a bad person (in anyway/shape/or form)

2. They’re bots. Some of the comments under her account seems very fake!! If you look into their profiles most of the time… they don’t post anything and their comments sound very unreal?

3. They’re hired. I seen some fan pages of his go ALL out on supporting her!! Take it for example: Soorwellystan/Wintersbucky. They act like the same person, edit the same, talk the same, what not. Plus they adore Annabelle, they’ll ignore all the exposure of her wrong doings, comment on every post, upload when she gets a new gig, etc. Even Soorwellystan uploaded on her story one time: “Stop making up rumors, stop hating. I’m not hired for their PR relationship. It’s not PR, he’s just in a relationship. I don’t get why you guys even care, you don’t even know him.” What a good “fan” she is to be switching fandoms back-and-forth (then again that’s his whole fandom now).

And she only gets over 10k+ likes on a post when it has any way to include Seb in it, like those Italy pictures she uploaded, Cannes, on her stories (related to Seb).

And what she is doing isn’t right. I have NO idea on why they support this problematic woman, who is literally tearing him up into shreds. There’s loads of proof they could look into all over the media , yet they decline. So I will be uploading this stuff for it to be proven!

I do like to upload this type of stuff because it truly helps people understand (if they’re willing to hear evidence/listed facts). So thank you for sharing!! You made very good points that I HOPE people will understand, if they don’t, they’re a lost cause.

And the photo of her crazy fan:

[thewritingginger]

;) Alphabet - Ran Haitani pt. 2

Wow! It’s been a HOT minute since I’ve posted  I’ve been in a rut lately but I’m trying to work myself out of it :)

In the mean time here's some spicy Ran HCs for your Tuesday 

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers  Letters: C, E, G, O, U Warnings: 18+, GN! Reader, Talks of sex

Enjoy ~

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Ran’s cum is usually pretty thin & not a lot comes out

If he’s on a business trip/ too busy to get off w/ you or by himself he might produce more

He enjoys cumming inside his partner, if they want him to, but he really likes painting his partner with his seed

Spraying it onto their belly or onto their used hole feels more territorial to him than filling them up

Isn’t afraid to eat his cum out of you oop

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Ran has a fair amount to experience

Most of them are one night stands or short term flings

He does have long spells w/o action cuz work gets in the way and it can become more of a hassle than fun to get laid when he is trying to work—also not to mention boi would probably prefer taking a nap over the risk of having a meh lay with a one night stand

But all that said, he knows enough to get you off and listens well enough to become a pro at working your body

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

As we know Ran is a little chill boy

Of course he, if in a serious relationship/ is down bad, he will slow things down and make love to his partner

But if something happened like knocking heads or stumbling he just laughs it off and gets back to business

He never wants his partner to feel bad when you should both be feeling good

Also he can have a playful streak

Especially during foreplay/ the initiation of sex

If you’re ticklish, he might use that against you

He might say some cheesy/ silly shit

“So cute I could just eat you up, Baby,” he says as he is kissing and playfully biting down your torso and sides, or your inner thighs towards the space inbetween

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves lazy licking on his partner

He could honestly spend a while between your legs

If he catches you lying on the couch he might strip off your pants and get to work between your legs for the fun of it

He is part of the does it for HIS pleasure gang

Of course tho he does love seeing your lips wrapped around him

He’ll sink far into whatever seat he is in—the couch, his office chair, ect— with his hand gently caressing your hair as he watches you work yourself up and down his shaft with that lazy smile of his

He also praises you, both while giving or receiving 😉

“You taste so good, Baby”

“Stop? Is my tongue too much for your sensitive body? I’m sorry, Sweetheart but I have no intentions of stopping till you come on my tongue.”

“Just like that. Good Girl/Boy.”

“You are so good for me, knowing just what I like, huh.”

Honestly on nights he wants to get off but is too tired, he loves opting for oral/ using his hands

But he loves it as a “main course” any time, any day

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a teasing mother fucker

It’s not always in a hyper dominate way during sex

He finds it much more fun during foreplay—he’ll do it out in public if the mood strikes him

“Careful, Baby, keep looking at me like that you’ll let everyone you’re dripping in your panties for me.”

If he put a toy in you before y’all left the house he likes you turn it on when you least expect it

Once when you were out to dinner with him and the guys he had you squirming in your chair, trying hard to hide it. He just put his hand on your thigh and leaned into your ear,

“You all right, Sweetheart? Do you need to go to the bathroom?” 

Then he just laughed when you gave him a glare 

Hope you liked that!

If you want to see more, let me know 

Feedback & Interaction is always appreciated :)

💛 ~

~ Masterlist ~

[naffeclipse]

Hi Naff! A question: so I was talking with @chaotikanvas, and she mentioned that there's an Sleuth Jesters AU in which Sun and Moon stayed with Eclipse after he became a Mob Boss, and in which he spoils them both because they're his family and now he has the power to do so. That's roughly how she explained it to me, so now I am REQUIRED to ask:

Can you tell me more about this AU?

Where can I read more about it, if there have been posts about it? (Like, how do I look for it?)

I love this AU idea because it so wholesome (even if Eclipse uses the wrong methods to show his love for his family). It has already sparked so MUCH inspiration in me!

As always, keep being the awesome person you've always been!

P.S: I believe I once read that you kind of had an AU idea about Sun, Moon, and Eclipse being faes and Y/N accidentally entering their territory. Are you going to make a fanfic about this AU? (No pression, just curious!)

Heya, babe! Ahhh, it's been a hot minute since this AU has popped up and I'm so happy you enjoy it!

Yes, it's called Our Vigilante and this tag is the gist of it (I tried finding my initial post talking about it but searching through my tumblr without a specific tag is like looking for a needle in a haystack so you'll have to bear with me alsdjfas)

More or less, the AU explores the dynamic of the celestial brothers staying close and taking care of each other with the added dilemma of Sun and Moon being conscientious objectors to their older brother's criminal empire but regardless, still benefiting from Eclipse's illegal activities. It's a standoff but the brothers work and live together, though Sun and Moon are very much sheltered from the bloodier side of things.

The vigilante sets their sights on Sun and Moon and intends to use them as stepping stones to finding a way to take out Eclipse's gang from the inside out, but with their seduction of the younger brothers, the vigilante discovers that Sun and Moon are quite charming and sweet and desperately trying to hide the fact that they're technically gangsters (which makes Y/N laugh). It's a bit complicated with the vigilante well aware of Sun's and Moon's relation to the mafia boss but the boys are doing everything they can to convince this seemingly lovely little person that they're just average, totally not mobsters, animatronics.

Lots of shenanigans and hijinks ensue. The vigilante catches feelings while growing worst about 'seducing' these brothers whom they are actually growing to truly care about. Sun and Moon become wild with worry that their beau will figure out that they're not so squeaky clean and turn away from them, but, everyone's got secrets, some not so well kept, and others neatly tucked away.

Meanwhile, Eclipse and the vigilante are still at each other's throats but will drop anything at a dime if Sun or Moon are in trouble and need to be bailed out. The vigilante loathes having to work with the mafia boss, but they'll hold their tongue just until they know for certain that one of their favorite gangsters is safe and sound. Eclipse, of course, is not one to squander opportunities and uses every second he has to convince the vigilante to join him.

Eclipse wants the vigilante, and discovering that they have a fondness for his younger brothers is a pretty tool of leverage he deems fit to use as he wants—and Y/N will agree with him, one way or the other.

~

As for the Fae AU, I'd love to write a fanfic—I've already got a few different ideas for it now, and how to go about it! I still gotta get the last episode of Cryptid Sightings out and then tackle Deep Dreams 2, but mmm, I'd love to maybe write a first chapter just to get it out there!

So many things to write, so little time

[somefanficrecomendations]

Summer Monthly Roundup

Heyyyyyyy, so it’s been a hot minute since we last spoke. This roundup will have the highlights from May, June, July, and August so buckle up ‘cause we have a lot of fics to get through!

DC

Homecoming as Labyrinthian by cabezas_de_vaca Batman, (gen), 25k, Case Fic, Birds of Prey In which Barbara returns home, starts a girl gang, goes toe-to-toe with a serial killer, and figures out what she wants from life.

yourself or someone like you by suzukiblu My Adventures with Superman, (multi), 9k, Kon-El "Crap!" the food truck worker shrieks in alarm. "Don't hurt him, Superman, he's just a kid!" Clark . . . pauses, then looks up from the kid that he is currently pinning into the street as said kid struggles underneath him. "'Hurt him'?" he asks in reflexive confusion, and then realizes how batting a teenager around like a person-shaped cat toy and pinning him to the street hard enough to crack it probably actually looks to an outside observer. . . . um. Whoops. "Um," he starts awkwardly, and then the kid slips his pin while he's distracted and throws his arms around his neck with a gleeful laugh and a bright grin. "Dad!" he crows triumphantly, and hugs Clark harder than literally anyone has ever hugged him before.

Foreign Counsel by icarus_chained Batman, (Clark Kent/Lois Lane), 34k, ID reveal, A/B/O If Clark thought that Lois Lane would be content to sit back in Metropolis while he fell on his sword like she hadn't kept the exact same secret for the exact same reason ... well. His head hadn't exactly been in the game the past week or so. She'd probably forgive him. But what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and she had her own appointment with Gotham City. With ... Leslie Thompkins, in particular. But more than that. Because Gotham had an entire alien invasion happen, and nobody seemed to give a shit, and Lois hadn't written some of the best pieces of her life trying to bring attention to this city only to let it slide into the sea unremarked now. She had a meeting, and a job to do, and ... maybe more of both than she'd planned for going in.

MISC

Triangulating Nothing by cabezas_de_vaca Harry Potter (gen), 84k, Genre tag, Genre tag Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff-- houses have never mattered, not for the Trio. And now there's a war on. What would it look like to build a side of their own for a change? And Justin's careful and best friends with all the ghosts and the portraits, and Neville's coming into his own, and Ginny won't even hesitate to punch you in the face if you bad mouth her crew. And why exactly does Voldemort care so much about some vague prophecy? Or: fifth year means Umbridge, the DA, and learning how to fight a war.

To Know My Enemy by Menel X-Men (Logan/Scott Sumers), 36k What if Scott and Logan once struck a deal in order to better facilitate their working relationship? What if that deal grew more complicated over time?

Double Agent Vader by Fialleril (multi), 90k, AU-Canon Divergence The one where Vader turned double agent for the Rebellion about three years after ROTS, and Leia is now his primary contact with the Rebellion. This is a collection of oneshots that all fit into the same universe, but posted in no particular order. Updated when the muse strikes me. Alternate summary, according to TV Tropes: A man attempts to escape slavery by turning into one of his culture heroes, teaching his daughter how to do magic, killing people, and flower arranging.

CROSSOVERS

This Bitter Earth by art_savage Supernatural x Criminal Minds, (gen), 12k, Case Fic  The Winchesters and the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit investigate the same case, a series of mysterious deaths on the grounds of a South Carolina plantation. 

It's a Weird New World by Rhino (RhinoMouse), RhinoMouse Criminal Minds x Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D (Jennifer “JJ” Jareau/Daisy Johnson), 51k, Time Travel, BAMF Daisy The BAU has a new agent assigned to them against their wishes. After-all they don't need a new agent, especially one with a file so classified they can't see anything but the agent's name in it. But Strauss's orders are Strauss's orders. It would help if this Daisy would stop taking stupid risks and acting like she's bored. Of course Daisy really is bored and isn't exactly allowed to mention that after fighting aliens, Inhumans, and Hydra, dealing with regular serial killers is kind of low stakes.

While You Were Missing by basil_coffee_and (Roy Harper/Jason Todd) 85k, Accidental Baby Acquisition A familiar redheaded child darts across the bullpen with a shout of “PAPA!” and barrels into Jason’s arms. “Lian–” He breathes. Jason's undercover work as Neal Caffrey is difficult for several reasons. He didn't anticipate that single parenting would be one of them, though.

[kr-han]

Once Upon a Summer

A 2,442 words fic of Cobra’s first encounter with a girl named Hasegawa Akari written by Khairunnisa Han.

WARNING // mention of homophobia Canon Divergence, Post-Canon

Once Upon a Summer

It was warm—hot even—and humid. But Cobra had to be there, amidst the humidity coupled with the pungent smell of gasoline. Unpleasant was an understatement. Since it was his turn, he couldn’t refuse it—unless he didn’t want the money. But, hey, in this economy? Never. He tossed his jacket aside, leaving him with just a sleeveless shirt.

Sitting in the shady area of the gas station, he averted his gaze. The area has been quiet lately. No fights between the gangs or anything of the sort. They returned to their lives, and nothing changed. He was still in his gas station, monitoring everything when it was his turn, and got some rest when it was his parents’.

Life was so much easier like this, but he felt like he lost something. Some spark in him vanished along with the serenity. It wasn’t like he was complaining, but he did miss some fight. Perhaps, life wasn’t so much easier for him. He wanted something more, far more than sitting at the gas station.

“Hey!”

A voice brought him back to reality. His eyes laid upon a girl, with fiery red hair, and riding a red bike akin to his. She looked hot—not sexy or pretty—but it was hot outside, and she was just … red. He winced at the sight. He felt like he was burnt into ash.

“Is it self-service?” she asked. She was insufferable. “Or are you going to serve me?” she asked again as she hopped down off her bike. The bike was bigger than her, it baffled him to think such a small creature riding a massive bike. “Are you just gonna sit there like an idiot and make your customer wait?” she asked again, but this one in a mockery tone.

He rolled his eyes. Sure, he needed the money. But can’t he just sit down and relax on such a hot day? Ah, kakigori must be nice in this kind of weather. “Wait a minute,” he said as he got up from his seat. Whatever it was, it was still money—and he would be doomed to refuse money.

The girl looked at him and asked, “Mind to tell me where can I get some good food?”

“Yeah.” He just nodded, almost mindlessly. “Just go to the shopping district and find a diner called ITOKAN,” he said as he finished filling the bike’s tank. They finished the transaction without much words. “You look … new,” he blurted out when she hopped on her bike again.

Her short legs tried to balance herself. “Yeah,” she said, “I’m not from here.” That was an obvious answer. Since there wasn’t anyone beside them at the gas station, she didn’t start her engine right away. “I’m just passing by, though. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” He scanned the girl from top to toe. She was small, but nothing out of ordinary—except her fiery red hair and those piercings on her ears. “I might have … seen you somewhere.” He squinted, but he wasn’t sure. Yet, this girl was oddly familiar. “Name?”

She chuckled and said, “Akari. Bet you really have seen me somewhere.” Her name wasn’t unique at all. How many Akaris are in Japan, he doubted himself. “So, what was the diner? ITOKAN?” she asked again. “Is it good?”

“The omurice is divine.”

“Omurice, eh?” She chuckled again. “Anyway, your name?” Her eyes were on him, she had those slanted eyes—almost like a fox, and her makeup helped it. But her chuckle was oddly friendly. Even when she looked like she was hard to approach.

He was drawn to her and he didn’t realize it at all. As if she spelled something on him. “Oh, right,” he murmured. “Cobra,” he finally said.

Weird name, but she was smiling at him. “Alright, I’ll go to ITOKAN, then.”

There weren’t many customers at the gas station. Cobra went straight to ITOKAN once everything was done. He sat on his favorite spot, the corner—as if it was always reserved for him and him only. “You guys saw the red girl?” he asked, eyes on Naomi. “Red hair, piercings, and all? No?”

“She was here,” Naomi replied, and Cobra just nodded at that. “Never saw her around and, yup, she was … some kind of traveler, I suppose.” She was all smiley when she talked, which somehow made Yamato scoff. “Oh, and also so nice. Thanks to you, though, Cobra. She praised my omurice so much.”

Noboru chuckled as he chimed in, “That was because you guys are flirting.”

“Oh, shut up!” Yamato scoffed. “How come two girls flirt? I mean, it’s not like I’m homophobic or something. But how could you tell???” He raised an eyebrow. He might just not like the fact that Naomi flirted with others—and it was a girl—and he didn’t realize it at all.

“I don’t know.” Noboru just shrugged nonchalantly. “But it was obvious,” he added. That wasn’t a good enough answer for Yamato, apparently. It made him uneasy, despite the fact that he wasn’t even Naomi’s boyfriend.

Doing the same as Noboru, Naomi just shrugged. Meanwhile Cobra stayed quiet at his seat. “She likes girls?” he asked with a little doubt in his voice. Why did he even care? He just met her and that was so weird of him. What was wrong with him? It wasn’t like he would see her again anytime soon.

…or so he thought. Because he met again, after just a week and maybe a half. “Gas?” he asked. She was still with her oversized bike. He did his job almost immediately as she nodded. “I heard you flirted with my friend,” he said, trying to open a conversation.

“Yeah.” She chuckled and grinned. “Can’t help it,” she said, “I like pretty girls.” She laughed right after he looked confused. “You’re funny,” she said as she held back her laughter. “Well, I do like girls but that doesn’t mean I don’t like … boys. I mean, some people are like that. But, I like both. Why do you ask, anyway?”

“I didn’t ask you to explain that in detail,” he begrudgingly said.

Akari shrugged and said, “Your face says it all.”

As weird as it sounded, they ended up sitting together outside of a minimarket. It was so natural for them just to crouch down on the ground in front of the minimarket, holding ice sticks in their hands. At first, they were just there, eating their ice before it melted. “So, who are you and what are you doing around here?” Cobra finally broke their silence and asked.

It took a moment before Akari answered. “Well,” she said, “work-related matters.” That was an honest answer, yet it was so simplified. “Don’t worry, though, I’m not … an enemy or something,” she added.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, shooting a death glare towards the red-haired girl.

Akari shrugged almost nonchalantly. “I mean, you’re the infamous SWORD leader,” she said along with a soft chuckle. “I thought your name was weird. I mean, really? A snake? What was it anyway? Python? Anaconda?” She continued chuckling as if it was a small matter and so funny for her. “But seriously, someone who could join a force to fumble Kuryu down? That was amazing and those old men were still pissed off.”

“Cobra,” he corrected her. But she was just chuckling away like it was nothing. He sighed and rolled his eyes. “You’re quite something to know Kuryu.” His eyes squinted at her; he just couldn’t ignore the fact that she was something to know such things. She wasn’t just a girl. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice dripped with doubt.

“Chill,” she said, trying to calm his suspicions but to no avail. “Let me introduce myself again,” she got up and offered him a hand, “Hasegawa Akari, a photographer.” She smiled at him, yet it was hard to believe that she was just a photographer.

Nevertheless, Cobra accepted the hand and shook it, albeit still doubting her real intention. “Photographer, huh?” he asked with a raised brow. “What does a photographer do with Kuryu?” he asked again. But his face turned sour as he remembered something. “Wait, did you just say, Hasegawa? Hasegawa as in that infamous Hasegawa-gumi in Kansai?”

She was taken aback with his knowledge since Kansai was so far away. “Well….” However, Akari just shrugged it off. “Kind of,” she begrudgingly admitted. “Listen, I’m here as a substitute for my uncle. I don’t have any active role in the clan, but as one of the adults, sometimes I have to fill in a role they couldn’t. Also, that’s partially because I live around here.”

No, Cobra didn’t want to believe her. Even if Hasegawa-gumi wasn’t as big as Kuryu, they’re still pretty much not on the same side. “And what’s your position in your family?” he asked, still suspicious about her.

She sighed, it seemed like she didn’t have any choice but to tell him the truth. “Since you already knew about our clan, bet you knew about the big boss. He’s my gramps and next in line is my uncle, after him would be my cousin. This is my uncle’s territory and my dad handles another business line—bet you already knew the hotel chains—whatever. My uncle is currently busy with problems over there—which I don’t know—and since I’m the only adult available and I live around the area, they decided to send me over.”

“That’s it?” He folded his arms on his chest.

“That’s it,” she said. “Besides, I only did what my gramps and uncle instructed. My main job is photography. You can look me up online and would certainly find my studio’s address.”

Sure enough, that was Cobra immediately doing. It wasn’t hard for him to find her online and as she said, there was her studio’s address. Not to mention that she was quite famous and had some big clients. However, it only added to his curiosity about her.

“Why would you pursue another career when you have family business?” As someone with family business, he didn’t see the need of building his own career—as long as he still can ride his bike and stay where he feels like he belongs. “Not to mention that your family’s business is one of the biggest here,” he added.

“Well, I just don’t fit in.” The answer was simple and she shrugged it away. “Business isn’t my thing, but it’ll take years until the original heir takes the place. So, whether I like it or not, I have to do things outside of my own schedule.”

Cobra wasn’t sure about this girl in front of him. But he knew she wasn’t just a girl—nor that she was just a photographer even when the page online said so. Something big was behind her small back, maybe hiding under her red hair. However, it wasn’t his place to pry on her private life. “Either way, you’re still a Hasegawa,” he said.

“I mean, yeah? I was born as one. What can I do?” she asked wittily. It was awkward for both of them after discovering her background, albeit not all. In the middle of their awkwardness, she smiled again at him. “Well, I have to go. Getting to Tokyo from here would take a while,” she said.

“Yeah.” He didn’t have anything anymore other than nodding. “Keep it in your mind,” he said with a firm tone. “Don’t get any funny ideas. I don’t know what your business is with Kuryu here. But don’t you dare to mess up with us, with SWORD.” He looked right into her eyes, looking for any deceit but he found none. Still, he held his stern gaze on her.

She smiled and walked to her bike. “I promise, our business doesn’t have anything with you nor your friends, SWORD, whoever it is,” she said reassuringly. “Let’s meet again sometime. Until then, see you when I see you.” She started her bike and rode away from Cobra’s sight.

He could only stand there and looked at her disappearing back. It was weird; he shouldn’t get too comfortable with a stranger. But maybe he shouldn’t let her go that easily. He sighed heavily when he couldn’t hear her bike’s engine anymore. “Gotta tell Noboru,” he murmured as he hurriedly back to their usual space, Bar Odake.

As for Akari, her ride wasn’t long as a group of men tried to stop her not even midway to Tokyo. They were big, perhaps, two times bigger than her. “Ojou, that’s dangerous,” one of them said firmly. “He’s Sannoh’s Cobra, he’s behind Kuryu’s downfall. As one of The Hasegawas, you couldn’t be associated with him.” It was a firm warning that Akari didn’t like to listen at all. “And you’re not riding your own bike to Tokyo. It’s not safe.”

She sighed as she let go of her bike to one of the men. “I’m not even in the main family, you can’t tell me what to do. I have life outside of being a Hasegawa,” she said. “Also, my name’s Akari and I want you to call me that. Not some Ojou bullcrap.” She climbed to the passenger seat and closed the door harshly.

Too bad for her, because the one who talked to her was her designated bodyguard. She would have to stick with him and at least one more guy. That was something she couldn’t avoid since it was her grandfather’s order. “Are you telling me that you want to meet him again, Ojou?” he asked her with a softer tone, considering her sudden change of mood.

“You’re quite nosy, aren’t you, Sugiyama?” she curtly asked him. “It’s none of your business whether or not I decided to be involved with him. Get your nose out of my business.”

Sugiyama, one of her men, just nodded as he started the car. “Please pardon my rudeness, Ojou.” He didn’t have any choice other than to relent. His only job was to make sure she was alright. Guess as long as she was fine, he didn’t have any say in her business.

The car ride was silent, she only looked outside the window. She wanted to ride her bike, not let her men ride it for her. It shouldn’t be wrong for her to ride, but no one in this family let her be. On the other hand, she couldn’t let her encounter with Cobra slip away. She knew what she wanted, it was just a matter of time until she found the way to get it.

“I’ll meet him again,” she murmured under her breath.

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↳˗ˏˋNotesˊˎ˗ ↴

Hello everyone! Hope you guys enjoyed my fic. Let me introduce you to my OCsona, Hasegawa Akari. As for now, I still have limited funds so I couldn’t afford her character sheet just yet. But I hope I could afford it in the near future. If you guys curious about her looks, she’s in my avatar and header!

This is their alternate lore, because I have several lores for them. So far, this is the most canon way I could insert her in the universe. Please give me some feedback!! I also want to know what you think about her. Feel free to ask about her!

See you in another adventure!

Also find me in AO3 for more fics!

[sunbearsophia]

*blows the dust off my tumblr*

Been a hot minute since I posted art here, so here, have some Matt/Anna content! Or, as I'm starting to take to calling their ship, MirrorGlasses! ^^

Def need to talk about them more, because second to only Eduarel, they're my second favorite ship. I'm really sad we haven't seen her in later Eddsworld media, but Anna seemed like a neat lil' side character in her and Matt's comic arc, and they seemed like an adorable couple! (Even if it did turn out they were faking for Edd and Tom.)

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So, yeah, def in my Eddsworld universe, they started out the same way, Matt hiring Anna to play the role of his girlfriend to prove to the others that he could be in a relationship and pretty sick of the "dating a mirror" jokes. Anna was happy to play the part, because she liked having an extra bit of cash, but also thought the idea of playing a smoopy-woopy girlfriend sounded fun, and a lot easier than her real relationships had been up until then. (I imagine she probably didn't end up in the happiest relationships prior to Matt, which wasn't... great for her self-esteem, which was already pretty poor thanks to her parents.)

However, the more time they spent together, the more it felt natural to them. It stopped being an act after a while, they found the things they did in front of Tom and Edd, like holding hands, giving cute nicknames and compliments, warmly embracing, talking about their lives and hopes and dreams, just generally enjoying being around one another, it... it wasn't something they had to pretend to enjoy. They did those things when no one was watching.

Matt didn't realize at first what was happening, just assuming Anna was a great actress and he was just... y'know, pretty in-deep with the whole thing. Anna, however, got hit with the realization that, "oh no, i've fallen for this cute, silly man aaaaaa"

Maybe later on, after narrowly avoiding a close call with the boys catching them NOT acting all cute, Matt sighs in relief their cover wasn't blown, and commends Anna for her own acting skills, his friends genuinely seem so convinced they're actually in love!

And at that moment, Anna just seems... hurt. She's not upset at Matt since they're not really in a relationship, it's just... she'd honestly forgotten they weren't. She was convinced, or at least convinced herself that after a string of bad relationships, she'd found someone who loves her for her, and that his acting wasn't acting anymore, like her.

But she understands, it's okay. He had no real romantic obligations to her, she knows it's selfish to be upset when they've both made it clear that it's all an act. They're not in a real relationship... Matt could do better than her anyways. He's such a kind, sweet, silly and handsome man, and she's just... well, she doesn't feel she'd actually measure up, anyways.

However, she does ask him after that if they can end the facade, she doesn't really want to keep it up anymore. Matt is taken aback, wondering if it was something he said, and Anna assures him it's not, it's just that even though this has been fun... some of the most fun and wonderful times of her life, really, she doesn't really wanna keep pretending they're in a relationship- keep him in a pretend relationship- if they're not. He deserves to find a real partner, who gives him all the love and joy he deserves. She just doesn't... want to be in the way of that for him.

Matt is just completely shocked and worried, already seeing her low self-esteem show its face and tries to at least figure out if he said something or did something to hurt her, and convince her she's not "in his way," but... doesn't want to keep her in a fake relationship if she's not happy or comfortable. The two agree to end things, and mutually part ways... with both fighting back tears.

Later, similarly to what happened in the actual arc, Matt tells the gang they broke up, but doesn't really take to their attempts to get his mind off of it, just trying to make sense of it to himself. Tom's no good with this mushy stuff, so Edd sits down with a cola for them both to try and talk to him. Matt doesn't reveal it was them fake dating, but does express a lot of his sadness, genuinely asking Edd why it hurts so much, knowing it's over. And Edd, just trying to be a good and supportive friend, is just like, "Well, y'know, it's because you loved her, right?"

That's when it finally hits Matt at a million miles an hour. He... He does love Anna. He really, truly loves her. And she loved him, and... and...

Oh, no, he's made a terrible mistake.

Quickly rushing out the door faster than Edd can ask where he's going, he practically makes a break for Anna's apartment building, determined to try and make things right, to tell her it was all real to him. Once he finally makes it, it hurts to see her open the door, as he's greeted by a pair of sad, puffy eyes that had clearly been crying for hours, and a hoarse, but genuine, "... Hey."

She lets him in, and the two genuinely do have a heart-to-heart where Matt apologizes for rubbing in the fact that they were fake dating, never meaning to hurt her genuine, real feelings. Anna explains he doesn't need to apologize, she knows full and well he'd never hurt her and it wasn't even really that. She admits that yes, she does have feelings for him, but she knows their relationship wasn't and never was real, and she doesn't want Matt to pretend to like her for others, or for her. He's a wonderful person who'll find an equally wonderful person for him, and she doesn't want to hold him back from that, when she's not close to good enough for him-

Matt stops her right there, refusing to let her talk badly about herself. She has absolutely no idea how amazing she truly is, how beautiful, funny, nerdy, patient and loving she is, and how every moment he's spent with her has been some of the best of his life. He knows he messed it up, but he won't stand by while the woman he loves talks badly about her...

It only just then hits Matt what he said out loud, and Anna, with wide, hopeful, teary eyes asked him to repeat that, and he, a tad sheepish and blushing, gently reaffirms that yeah... he loves her.

Cue her grabbing him by his overcoat collar and bringing him in for their first kiss on the lips, which Matt just absolutely melts into reciprocating.

Edd and Tom are equally confused by the next day, seeing the pair apparently back to dating, only this time, they're more genuine, and not as insistent on acting all lovey dovey around them...

Just kidding, they end up acting even mushier as a genuine couple, genuinely and blissfully in love. All's well that ends well! (Except for Tom, who needs to keep nausea pills on hand anytime Anna's around, or Matt even brings her up, bleh.)

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BONUS HEADCANONS THAT I'VE WRITTEN FOR FUNSIES:

I've mentioned this on Twitter, but in case I forgot to mention it here, I headcanon that Anna is the youngest sibling in Mark's family. (They have an oldest sister, Loretta, who's Balloon Head Fred's wife, then Blonzie, then Mark, then finally her.) Mark isn't... pleased with the situation that his beloved little sister is dating his dumbass rival from next door, nor confident in the fact that Matt genuinely loves her for her, and not just playing some cruel joke on him through her. Plus, with all the dangerous shit they get into on a regular basis, Mark doesn't like the idea of Matt putting her in harm's way, especially after how toxic and unloving her previous relationships were, the last thing Mark wants to see is his little sister getting hurt. The two already had a tense relationship before, but after Matt and Anna start dating for real, him and Mark really don't get along. Anna appreciates her older brother's concern for her but doesn't take kindly to him insulting her sweet and loving boyfriend, and assures him she can take care of herself. Similarly, she'll shut down Matt if he says something bad or insulting about her brother, reminding him that Mark is just looking out for her and that's her brother and she loves him. I definitely think as their relationship goes on, Matt and Mark slowly get along better and better, realizing that if they agree on nothing else, they both love Anna, and want her to be happy. Ultimately, Mark decides that if Matt loves Anna, if he makes her happy and feeling like she's loved and worthy of being loved, then that's really all he needs. Guess he stans now lol.

Love the idea that even before they officially start dating, Matt and Anna end up being really close confidantes, and are able to confide things to one another they can't with most people, even the ones they're closest to. I think Matt is a gentle voice of encouragement and support when it comes to Anna's depression and low self-esteem, consistently reminding her of the things he loves about her, and Anna, in turn, is just as gentle with Matt's metal health and self-image, reassuring him he doesn't need to constantly put on a brave or happy face for her, he can be and feel whatever he wants around her. They're just a mutual space of love and understanding for one another.

They absolutely indulge in each other's hobbies and interests, no matter how bad they are at it. Someone once mentioned a headcanon about Anna at least having an interest in rebuilding computers, which I LOVE and am rolling with, she's def a computer technician and could genuinely ramble for hours about it, which Matt loves to hear and engage with. She teaches him the ins and puts of computer systems and parts, he teaches her about hair care (I dun like the EW Fan Movie, but Matt being a hairdresser is a fun idea!) and ABSOLUTELY involves her in his cooking. He doesn't mind that her cooking is the equivalent of rat poison, he lives doing it with her and always encourages and praises her attempts.

SPEAKING OF COOKING, I like to think Matt, the first time he visited her apartment, noticed a lot of takeout bags and cups and boxes in the trash, and not a lot of dishes in general. Anna jokes it's just because she can't cook for shit anyways, but it's also because she's just generally too depressed to make the effort most days, something Matt recognizes without her needing to say it. He decides right there on the spot that no, this won't do, and cooks her dinner right then and there so she has something a bit more substantial. She insists that he didn't have to go to that trouble, but... she might sniffle a bit and genuinely thanks him, for doing that for her, it means a lot that he's looking out for her. (Also she realizes he's a fucking AWESOME chef girl you gotchu a catch aaaa)

I think that Anna is kinda the type of person who copes with her depression with humor, and tends to make a lot of dark jokes at her own expense. She always found it easier to do with friends, her siblings would always get really concerned and she didn't wanna worry them, and after all her experience with her parents, bad friendships and probably previous relationships, she figured no one else cared enough to point it out. Matt, however, is VERY quick to get worried the more she talks down about herself, and it's not long before he brings it up directly and gently, but genuinely asks her to stop, taking her by the hands and looking far more serious than normal. He thinks she's perfect in every way, and her insulting herself or insinuating the world is better off without her isn't funny at all, he can't bear to imagine a world without her, and he doesn't want her to do the same. she's definitely taken by surprise, unused to anyone aside from her siblings trying to cut that out, and unused to being told the world is a better place with her in it. she probably laughs a little, before softly crying for a bit in Matt's arms, since she feels safe doing that with him.

Matt definitely helps encourage her in the best and most gentle ways to help handle her depression. He's not overbearing about it at all, but genuinely wants to help if he can. He'll take her to outside areas for dates so she can get some sunshine and fresh air, probably invites her to go jogging or practicing yoga with him, teach her different, easy recipes to make herself dinner and definitely takes on making it himself if she needs, and always reminds her how beautiful, wonderful and loved she is. (Maybe anytime he stays over at her apartment, he'll do cute little things like fold her laundry and make her lunch, all the while hiding little notes for her like Easter Eggs with things about her he loves and wants to remind her of. Peak boyfriend material there aaaa)

Anna, meanwhile, I genuinely do believe is encouraged by Matt's love and help, and tries to do better and be more self-reliant thanks to his support. Her self-esteem challenges are definitely a fight, but she knows she's not doing it alone, which makes everyday a little easier. Likewise, I think she's constantly doing the same for him, giving him organization tactics to help with his hording problem, reminding him, as well, every chance she gets what she loves about him, supporting him in all his hyperfixations, and will throw some verbal hands at anyone who dares try and even imply he's not smart. ("Idiot, huh? Awful big words for someone who blew up half of London because he hated Christmas, isn't it, Thomas?")

I like to imagine their ideas for genuine dates are pretty different, like Matt, even when he's not pretending to be "couply-wouply" with Anna, loves big, romantic dates like fancy dinner, dancing, walks on the beach under the moon, basically he's a hopeless romantic kinda guy. Anna, meanwhile, will gladly go along with it, especially when they were trying to sell the idea of them being a couple, but actually appreciates smaller scale dates, like picnics, going on walks through the neighborhood, and just ordering pizza and watching a bad movie together. I think Anna gets better as their relationship progresses communicating this to Matt, who ofc doesn't want her to do anything she's not comfortable with, and they def end up more balanced with their date ideas, and come to genuinely enjoy eachother's date types as much as their own. (Matt had always planned to propose to Anna with some big, romantic date and gesture, but ultimately, he ended up asking her while they were just cuddled on the couch together. qwq)

They eventually have kids! These are my designs for the little half-vampire ankle biters lol:

[choicesmc]

Rams' 4 Bands

This is a long one folks. I had so much fun with it, I hope y'all will too! I'm putting it under a read more because (and this is a warning) it is long. And all the art you'll see is mine (admittedly it's only four pieces but 🤷‍♂️)

Tagging: @choicesbookclub

Summary: A rather established band with pop rock aesthetic. Rams found them in ~8th grade and has been an avid fan since! Right now, she's listening to their latest album: Solitude.

Band Name: +Eyes+ Members:

Adaeze Okeke "Iris" Leontes Valjean "Lens" Dieuwe Antema "Optic"

Latest Album: Solitude Songs In The Album: Keep Quiet, At Night, Things Stir, With Mal Intent, Interlude, Twilight Hour, Moonset, You Know Too Headcannons:

This band exists in the magickal world and are better known there! Their Tuneless music doesn't include Phono magick which often makes the sound feel 'lacking.' When Rams discovered this, xe reexperienced all their music 'properly' and will admit that it's much better on Phono than not. It feels complete.

Summary: Still underground, Buried Alive is a new band trying to gain a little following. Rams only heard of them through a friend of his who was friends with the band members. They only have four albums so Rams is starting with their first: BROKEN BONES.

Band Name: Buried ALIVE Members:

Ji-Woo Min Gang Deadweed Nkiruka Thorn

First Album: BROKEN BONES Songs In The Album: Mary's Strange Daughter, The Pastor's Sermon, My Witch Hunt, Sticks and Stones Headcannons:

They have a very ballad/tragic style. Each of the listed is songs is 9+ minutes long. Rams isn't sure how they feel about it yet but it's... not bad. It grows on them with each re-listen. The cover is homemade. They're trying their best, okay?

Summary: This band has the oldest members of all the bands Rams has listened to. The duo is 76 and 81 years old and their still going strong. Rams started listening sometime around sophomore year of high school.

Band Name: Sickening Sugar Members:

Immy (76) Mal (72) Nia (Deceased) Tyril (Deceased) Aerin (Deceased) Valax (Deceased)

Latest Album: Coffee + Tea Songs In The Album: Filter Me Out, Divide My Mix, Stir It In, No More Cream, Pieces of Crystal, Hot Bitter Drink, Choke and Choke Headcannons:

They're an old queer band though they were only moderately known in the 50s and 60s. That changed with the AIDs epidemic which claimed four of the six members lives leaving only Immy and Mal. Post-death, Sickening Sugar released a single (the last one to feature all members voices) titled 'What Do Mean? There's Still Six of Us'. It quickly gained traction and catapoulted the now duo into the centre of the LGBT movement throughout the late 80s and 90s. Their still heavily involved in activist work even if their heyday is a shiny memory. Yes, they are named after BOLAS characters because I think BOLAS the show is sort of like what Honor Amoung Thieves is to D&D. I headcannon that in-universe the BOLAS show pulled from a nerd culture of RPG games and Sickening Sugar named themselves after their favorite characters in those collaborative RPG games. It actually caused licensing issues while BOLAS was first coming out because two major characters couldn't be licensed since this band already held those licenses. The BOLAS legal team, Immy, and Mal worked out an agreement so Immy and Mal get royalties from each item. It's pretty good money considering the show's popularity.

Summary: it's a very folk-rock song. Mainly blending religion with critical anti-capitalism themes. The members in mid-40s and are currently on a break-up tour. Rams is devasted about it, the band has been a major part of hir highschool career and none had seen the break-up coming!

Band Name: PrOvide Members:

Wally Crawford Josslyn Platt Lilac Winton Astra Jackman

Last Album: Old School Choir Songs In The Album: Hymn, Hum, Worship, Watch, Praise, Pray, Worship, Watch Headcannons:

Yes, there are two different songs named Worship in the same album. Fans call the second one 'Worship Again' to differentiate them. Rumors have it that they're breaking up over creative differences but Rams doesn't fully believe those rumors. Unlike other bands, they've have a rather flexible sound that should be able to accommodate the odd/diverging album here and there.

[northlight14]

Ok so while it’s not my least favourite episode (cough cough happy campers cough cough) I genuinely really hate the episode Western Energy of Helluva Boss. It has a lot of potential definitely and a few good moments but for me that was kinda where season 2 noticeably fell off for me and only recently has it started to come back and I’ve started to enjoy Helluva Boss again, though admittedly not as much as season 1. So in the sincere hope this post isn’t going to result in me getting sent death threats, I wanna share how I personally would improve the episode

Mine and other people’s biggest issues with that episode from what I remember is that the pacing is just honestly horrific because they tried to fit in too much into one episode. And then also just that the B plot was boring, ridiculous and made Luna into a literal dog. I know that Luna’s voice actor was dealing with some stuff at the time which is why she wasn’t in a position to do any voice acting which is fair enough but there was such a better and easier way to get around that which I’ll get to in a minute

First things first, I’d have the episode split into two separate episodes, the first episode being released focusing on Blitzo and then the second focusing on Moxxie and Millie rescuing Stolas. The first episode starts where the I.M.P gang are gonna go and do an assassin mission (I say this because at this point in the series, the Imps haven’t been on a killing mission since Ozzies and even then it was just a throwaway thing at the beginning. The last time we saw them actually do their jobs was Cherubs or arguably Truth Seekers but I don’t really count they since they weren’t hired to kill D.O.R.K.S). We maybe then get a throwaway line about how Luna can’t help because she’s doing something else, doesn’t want to, or my personal favourite, she’s with Octavia for the day because she got told that Octavia’s parents are out talking about their divorce and she’s being her emotional support for the day. That way, even though we aren’t seeing it, we get some subtle development of their sister relationship behind the scenes.

Anyway, just as they’re about to go, the Imps get a call from Stolas about how he’s being kidnapped and Blitzo is just like “ok I’ll go deal with the killing, you go deal with him”. The rest of the episode follows Blitzo on the assassination mission and all that, potentially getting some subtle hints about things not going great with Moxxie and Millie but Blitzo is obviously too wrapped up in his own shit to notice and also we maybe play on those insecurities about him being alone, or scared of losing people. Maybe some aspect of the mission makes him run into an addict and that makes him think about his sister, hence why he’s so eager to find her in Happy Campers.

Anyway, Blitzo gets the mission done and everything is good except he and then the audience sees Stolas being rushed to the hospital, and we get the line “he can get hurt?” And boom end of episode. No one knows what happened or if he’s ok

Cut to the next episode which follows Moxxie and Millie saving Stolas and we’re finally allowed to know what happened. A few details I’d change though would be keep Strikers intimidating presence rather than just making constant jokes and comments about how cool and hot he is or whatever. Some of that is ok but in this episode when Striker is literally kidnapping one of the main cast, and he’s the only one who has the ability to actually kill that character, it shouldn’t feel like the show itself is in love with him.

Second, use this opportunity to focus on how well the M&M’s work together and their individual strengths. It’s such a minor detail but it annoys me, why the fuck was Millie the one distracting a dude in one scene while Moxxie was going on a killing spree in the background when it’s been shown multiple times that their strengths are when that’s reversed. On top of that, there can also be some hints about what their weaknesses are while working together etc. idk I just want the M&M’s fleshed out more in terms of how their differences work as a couple as well as when they’re apart

This second episode would go back and forth between the M&M’s and Stolas and Striker but for the most part everything else would be the same. The M&M’s obviously save Stolas and he gets sent to the hospital. That’s when we get to see the text messages between Stolas and Blitzo, then end of episode

Hope this made sense and obviously this is just my opinion. Remember, just because you like something doesn’t mean you can’t critique it or say how it could be better. And you’re allowed to disagree with me, this is just how I would’ve went about it

[pankomako]

propaganda post for @group-oc-tournament :P

MEET THE ANCHOR BAY GANG!

They’re a group of friends who hang out around the small bayside town, often causing chaos. Because of their behavior, and likely also their wacky nicknames, the townsfolk assume they’re a gang. Their story, titled Gang’s Bay, takes place roughly 7-8 years from now, and sort of just serves as something for me to play around with so there’s no set canon. Here’s a little bit about the characters:

Sharky and Shipwreck (He/they, 25; he/him, 35, real name: Daniel Boatman)

Sharky is my self-insert - essentially just me as an adult. Likewise, Shipwreck is an older, character version of my friend Failboat, who I’m pretty sure doesn’t know this exists. His content is a wild ride, you can watch here if you want. In Gang’s Bay, Shipwreck runs a dollar store called Cheap Stuff, where Sharky is his only employee. Not that they’re ever super busy anyway. Meanwhile, Sharky is the “leader” of the “gang” and is the one who gave everyone their nicknames. He likes to play into the whole gang thing, which gets him and the rest of the gang in serious trouble down the line. The rest of the gang often stop by the dollar store, whether it be to buy something or just to chat. Sometimes things get crazy between characters which causes a huge mess, frustrating Shipwreck to no end. When it comes to general work stuff, Sharky usually doesn’t want to do the things Shipwreck tells him to. At least until he threatens them with cleaning the bathroom. The two have an interesting dynamic: Sharky is the shortest while Shipwreck is the tallest. They tend to tease and annoy each other. They take turns being the more mature one. They’re both ADHD as hell. They are both incredibly stubborn. They look nothing alike yet have so much in common. They’ve been good friends for almost 15 years and support each other wholeheartedly. Shipwreck is fully willing to temporarily fire Sharky over something incredibly petty. It’s basically that squidward meme, like “me and the bestie!” [5 minutes later] “can’t stand his annoying ass”. Fun times all around!

Screwball (He/him, 24, real name: Jacob Driver)

Screwball is the unemployed one of the group. He usually repairs things for money, and otherwise has to borrow cash from his friends. He spends most of his time thinking up and executing ridiculous ideas, often with help from his best friend Juicebox. He’s somewhat inept, meaning people don’t always trust him to fix their appliances or otherwise help them, but after a montage of mistakes he ends up getting the job done. Screwball struggles with anxiety, so he has a habit of carrying around a backpack full of stuff Just In Case, including his lucky baseball bat. Aside from his reputation for his stupidity and unhinged schemes, he’s also known to throw the best and wildest parties. He also drives a teal Jeep which constantly needs repairs.

Juicebox (He/him, 24, real name: Aidan Sullivan)

Juicebox is a stoner/smoker/alcoholic 3-for-1 combo. He’s been best friends with Screwball since they were little, born and raised in Anchor Bay together. He works part-time at his dad’s bayside seafood grill/bar called Calypso’s Island. He typically works cleanup or dishwashing, and typically messes it up somehow. Or gets told off for smoking indoors. Or drinking on the job. His dad tries very hard to get him to quit his addictions, and feels very strongly about it because he too was once an addict. Juicebox is generally very laid-back and spends most of his time off work hanging out with friends, whether it be at the dollar store with Shipwreck and Sharky, helping Screwball with his latest plan, or smoking behind a building with Hot-Rod and Bubbles, or drinking at the bar with the whole gang.

Bubbles (She/her, 24, real name: Ella Rose)

Bubbles is the gum-chewing emo chick that hates to be associated with the moronic guys that are part of the gang. She generally tries to stay off to the side and keep a cool, intimidating aura about her. Her best friend is Hot-Rod, whom she dated in college, but split off with when they felt like it wasn’t working and she realized she was a lesbian. She’s also good friends with Sharky and Milkshake, who are like-minded artists. She runs a webcomic and works at the in-universe Hot Topic. She used to be a more fun and bright person in college, where most of the gang met, but issues with her family sunk her into a cold, isolating depression which brought her emo side to the extreme. She certainly needs someone to help bring the old her back, but none of the guys are the right fit as demonstrated by her distaste for their rambunctiousness.

Hot-Rod (He/him, 26, real name: Luke Brewster)

The resident car guy, Hot-Rod operates a repair shop where he fixes, repaints and refurbishes cars. His most frequent customer is Screwball, who, as previously mentioned, wrecks his Jeep all the time. Some of the other gang members drive vintage cars that Hot-Rod refurbished for them. He generally doesn't show much emotion, but will blow up if provoked. He’s also very organized and a perfectionist - everything must be in its exact place and oriented just the right way or else it’ll irritate him to no end. When he’s not fixing cars, Hot-Rod likes to paint, draw, and play the drums or guitar; although his next-door neighbor Ding tends to interrupt him. Also he’s a total bear in appearance and could probably beat you up bad.

Ding (He/him, 25, real name: Julian Gray)

Ding is basically your every-day surfer bro, with an extra heaping serving of idiot. He’s terrible at math - he thinks 2+4 is “like, what, 10?” - yet he’s a very talented graphic designer. He just makes it work somehow. Aside from design commissions, he works at a nautical supply store as a cashier as well as a watercraft rental manager. Ding lives in an RV trailer next to Hot-Rod’s tiny old house. He often tries to see what Hot-Rod is up to, even peeking through his windows and talking to him through the thin walls, which drives Hot-Rod crazy. They’re still friends though; they go to the gym together, and fish out on the bay which Sharky and others sometimes join them in. Ding owns a boat, but to no one’s surprise, he isn’t great at driving it. He talks exactly how you think he would - surfer accent, says “dude, brah, gnarly, righteous,” etc, and with kind of a slow cadence. He lost his tooth while surfing but never bothered to get it fixed, and it is always on display because his default expression is that head-empty, open-mouthed smile.

Milkshake (He/they, 25, real name: Paul Fischer)

To put it simply, Milkshake’s thing is fashion. He works at a chain clothing store, loves shopping for clothes, constantly compliments and critiques others’ fashion choices, and designs, creates and sells his own line of clothing. They’re quite fruity in their mannerisms, flicking his wrist and saying “OMG” out loud. They’re aroace but super enthusiastic about others’ romances and into smut writing. He also loves things that are super cutesy and “girly”. He once had a phase where he was super into card games, so now he’s practically unbeatable at them and knows some pretty sick card tricks. They tend to overreact to certain situations and go overboard with help; they may suggest calling an ambulance if someone so much as trips and scrapes their knee. He will also buy a strawberry milkshake anywhere he possibly can because he LOVES those things.

Final fun fact about these guys: aside from Sharky and Shipwreck, all of their first names are those of people I’ve met in the past who either I was friends with or generally stood out as cool people to me. Just makes these guys that little bit more special to me :)

If you want, you can learn more about these guys and find more art of them in the “gangs bay” tag on my blog! You can also find them on my art fight page as well. If you aren’t voting for these guys after reading all this what are you even doing /silly

[seeyouafter]

SYA Extended Notes Ch. 43

Notes for "See You After" Chapter 43: Recent News Articles: July 11-31

Wow, it's been a hot minute since I've done an actual "extended notes" post as opposed to just an update announcement. The main reason is that life has been busy but also, I want the story to speak for itself when it comes to Shouto's relationships with Katsuki and with his family. I might post some thoughts after Part II ends but I did want to add some commentary on the news articles in this chapter.

Honestly, writing/editing these articles gave me flashbacks to 2020 in regards to the uncertainty of school closures, as well as the amplified urgency of various social issues.

I have a lot of seemingly random articles in my draft document that will be inserted in future chapters, but I chose to include these here because they fit with the theme of bridging the gap between regular citizens and hero society. (reminder: the title of Part II is "Rebuilding the bridges that were burned".)

Canon references and my commentary relating to the individual articles (a.k.a. me overanalyzing the societal problems of a fictional world) below the cut:

Article 1: Citizens petition for access to specialized quirk training

BNHA Ch. 1 - Midoriya Izuku: Origin

Beyond the narrative function of making the profession of "hero" more important, the laws preventing ordinary citizens from using their quirks don't make a lot of sense. Instead of being encouraged find ways to use their unique quirks to benefit society, people are required by law to suppress their quirks unless they become heroes.

Kids are likewise prohibited from using their quirks in schools, and while there are later references to the quirk counseling system, there was never anything that indicated that kids were taught how to use their quirk safely and effectively. If citizens are indeed inspired to step up and take action instead of leaving everything to the heroes, it would make sense that they would also fight for the right to be allowed to use their quirks.

Article 2: Opinion: Heteromorph discrimination is everyone's problem

BNHA Ch. 371 - Together with Shouji & 372 - Naked

The heteromorph plotline was a bit rushed in the manga, but I thought it was extremely important because of the obvious references to racial prejudices that exist in the real world.

Also, the "Heroes who look like villains" ranking is sometimes seen as funny because Endeavor is number one on that list, but I think the list itself is super problematic. Gang Orca is confirmed as Number 3, presumably just because of his looks, so I'd imagine that many of the others on that list are heroes with heteromorph quirks.

Article 3 - Medical: Quirk Awakenings Explained

BNHA: Ch. 394 - Urarako Ochako vs. Toga Himiko

Yeah, I am not even going to attempt to explain the science of quirk awakenings. 😂 However, I included this article here to show that it's something people are talking about. It's also a hint that people are wondering about the young heroes got quirk awakenings during the war and that there are rumors about them even if legitimate news sources are respecting their privacy at the moment.

Article 4: Ministry of Education announces delay in school reopenings

This article was longer than I originally planned but I decided not to cut it because it includes several key points:

The fact that school won't fully resume yet means that Shouto and his family will have time to deal with things before they need to go home. (more on that in Part III)

There is still a lot of fallout and destruction from the war that needs to be dealt with that would affect the logistics of re-opening schools.

Despite the sentiment that heroes shouldn't be placed on a stage and that citizens can and should step up and take action, there would certainly still be many people, like the parent quoted in the article, who think that heroes should deal with their problems.

Acknowledging that the kids (including all of the hero students) need proper support, and that the current quirk counseling system is flawed is the first step toward actual change (which is desperately needed).

In regards to the brief Fuyumi POV, I don't know how realistic it would be for her to be able to take an extended leave of absence, but she's already given up so much to take care of her family, so I decided to give her a supportive principal.

[broken-clover]

Your tags in the filler episode post has made me think, so for your enjoyment consider: for the fandom of your choice (gg sly whatever) what do you think is each character's favorite board game?

I'm quite serious, it is so fun knowing all sorts of minute info and trivia about characters because it makes them feel so much more fleshed out and like actual people. Tell me what flavor of ice cream they would pick!! What kind of drawing skills do they have!! What do they do in their free time!! Tell me!!

(But man, it has been a hot second since I've played board games! I suppose part of it is just that I don't really have any irl friends. Also because I know like four board games I'm gonna throw in some card games too)

-Chipp likes playing Settlers of Catan as practice for trade delegations in the ECK

-Nagoriyuki used to play Shogi, but it's hard to find anyone with enough patience to learn it and enough aptitude to be an actual challenge for him. Secretly, though, sometimes he still confuses the osho and gyokusho pieces for each other, and he's embarrassed about it

-Likewise, Baiken is trying to teach Delilah about hanafuda and how to play Koi-Koi but it isn't going super well, she's mostly just interested by the artwork and likes to look at the pretty designs

-Faust plays mancala, sometimes as an intellectual pursuit and other times because he just likes playing with the little glass beads and making them plink against each other.

-Johnny is a gambling man, as we all know, but as of now all board games are banned on the Mayship because he realized his habits were rubbing off and the girls were making bets over yahtzee. He's trying to set a good example for them but so far hasn't been able to come up with a good explanation for why it's bad without making himself look like a hypocrite. He means well.

-Ky is one of those sickos who unironically enjoys Monopoly. He finds it relaxing. Mysteriously, whenever he goes to play it with someone, the box vanishes

-Perhaps not a board game per se, but Sin loves those water toys where you squeeze the button to make the water shoot and you try and get the little colored rings on the little hooks. It's very enriching.

-Sol claims he hates board games, but he absolutely gets a smug sense of satisfaction over the fact that he whoops ass at Trivial Pursuit.

-You would think Axl would also kick ass at old-timey Trivial Pursuit but he doesn't actually remember a lot of that stuff. He's quite fond of shut the box/canoga though, he played it a lot back during his bar-hopping days

-Elphelt likes candyland because she has a crush on literally every character in it

-Ramlethal will play just about anything the others offer up, but she will gleefully make up her own rules just to throw everyone off mid-game. Ram is also a knockout at Risk, but nobody plays it with her because she gets really intense about it

-You would think Bedman would be good at chess because of the whole 'smart guys play chess' bit but secretly he's only half decent and the only reason he has such an impressive winning streak is because he mostly plays against Sin

-Scrabble is officially banned from Illyria castle because of what happened the last time the Kiske family played it, referred to as 'The Great Scrabble Disaster of 2187'

-Taokaka loves playing games with people! Unfortunately she doesn't play any of them correctly. Whether that's on purpose or not is a question for the ages

-The Cooper Gang in general like playing card games to pass time between jobs. Sly always cheats. They are fully aware that he cheats. Nobody says anything.

-Murray likes playing mousetrap but nobody else ever wants to play with him because getting all the game parts set up takes forever

-One time Dimitri suggested a gang-wide game of Cluedo and long story short it ended up with the board being broken in half and several murder attempts. Penelope still insists she was framed.

[randofics]

Batman beyond x reader pt.4

The reader takes matters into her own hands and takes to the Gotham night streets in search of crime.

Doberman is MY oc no one is allowed to use her! This is MY art and no one is allowed to repost it!

Grating sounds of metal being cut could be heard from y/n's basement. She was working on a set of metal doglike jaws. She pulled off her protective face shield and sat back admiring her work. She reached for the helmet piece and got to work attaching it to the jaws.

Terry laid back on the plush sofa in the loud club he was dragged to. The blaring music made his head hurt. He leaned forward laying his head on the table and covering his ears with his hands. As he lay there he started to drift off to sleep only to be shaken awake by Max. "Terry you should come dance with us." Her hot pink hair and lipstick glowed under the blacklights. He reluctantly stood and max dragged him by the arm to the dance floor.

"Ok let's test you." With the helmet on your head you opened and closed your mouth. The jaws followed your movements opening and closing with a much stronger bite. You grabbed the wooden broomstick you had laying around and opened the jaws. When the jaws snapped shut the stick splintered and snapped in three pieces. With your jaws having been tested you decided to put on your suit and give everything a try. You make your way into the main city and listen to police radio chatter through your helmet. When you hear a woman scream you jump from roof to roof to get there. You lean over the railing and look down into an alley where a woman is being mugged. You jump back and fourth between the two walls to make your way down. The claws on your hands and digigrade feet sink into the concrete easily. Once you're close enough to the ground you jump down landing a few feet away from the men. One has a crowbar and the other has a large knife.

"Who are you?" They brandish their weapons at you and you let a growl play through your voice changer. You stand up straight, your digigrade enhancement making you taller than normal. You stand a few inches above the tallest of the two. "I'm Doberman." They laugh and mock your voice. Bringing your foot up you kick one in the stomach sending him flying a few yards away. The other charges you and you dodge him easily, as he goes past you grab his knife in your jaws snapping the blade. You kick him in the back and he falls to the ground. They both get up and charge you again. The real fight starts and they manage to get a few punches in before you knock them both out cold. The woman thanks you and runs off. You drag the two men to the street and zip tie them to a post leaving them there. You chuckle to yourself at how exciting that was. You climb back up to the rooftops to patrol. Police chatter catches your attention again and this time it's a store robbery. They're armed and dangerous so your glad you integrated bulletproof armor in your suit. You run to the scene to do your new job.

Later you're at home resting after an eventful first few hours as a vigilante. In the morning you'll be on your day job. That night you sleep better then you have since the investigation started. In the morning you head to work and your partner is surprised at how chipper you seem. She asks what happened to make you so happy and you simply say that you helped someone that night. She doesn't question it and you both go out on patrol. Another day full of catching speeders later and you go home to eat and change into your night gear. This time you go for something more risky. A smaller gang is picking on a couple at the park. There's five of them and they all have a melee weapon of some kind. You pull out some shurikens and throw them at their hands to disarm them. As they're looking around confused you jump down on one's back. You immediately throw a punch at the person that was next to them. Kicks and punches fly as you fight the rest, and a few minutes later they're all out for the count. The couple calls 911 as they run off thanking you for saving them.

You gather your shurikens and run off, jumping up and using a flagpole on the side of a building to flip up and over the edge of the roof. You land gracefully on the roof and run to the next. As you make your way through the city another call for the police makes you change corse. There's a fire and some people are still trapped inside. When you stop on the roof across the street from the blaze you look around for a shadowy place to make your way inside. You climb down to the street and sneak into the building. The fire has mostly been extinguished on the lower levels so you climb up through the stairwell to the fourth floor. You hit a button on your helmet to activate the speaker. It amplifys your voice as you call out for anyone in the rooms. After you clear all the rooms you go up a floor. The fire is worse here and the heat is almost unbearable. You remind yourself that there's two people stuck somewhere, and push on. You suddenly hear a faint voice calling to you for help and you make your way to them.

When you locate them you see that the floor between you and them has collapsed leaving a large hole to the floor below. You take a breath and back up. You sprint then jump at the last moment, flying over the hole and landing in a roll. You scramble to the woman and check her for injury's. Other than some scrapes and smoke inhalation she seems ok. You look around for another exit and once you see the sign for the other stairway you grab the woman. Slinging her arm around your shoulders you drag her to the exit and push open the door. Some of the stairs have collapsed so you ask her to hold onto you. She wraps her arms and legs around you and you jump down slowing your decent with your claws. You run out the emergency exit door and to the ambulance waiting outside. You hand her off to the EMT's and run back in to look for the other person in the building.

You search through the fith and sixth floors without a soul to be found. And when you get to the seventh you run into Batman. He's already got the man leaning on him and despite the surprise of seeing each other you guide him to the exit. It collapses before you can go down and in a hurry he breaks a window. He gets the guy to hang on and looks at you. "Go ahead I'm right behind you!" He nods and using his rocket boots flies down to the street below. You climb through the window and use your claws to climb down the side of the building. On the second floor your claws slip and you fall but you're caught by strong arms. You look at who saved you and the pointy eard bat smiles back at you.

"Did you just fall for me?" He sets you down and you chuckle at him. It comes out louder than expected and you press the button for the speaker. "Sorry I still had my amplifier on." "Who are you?" "I'm Doberman it's nice to meet you Batman." You hold your hand out for him to shake and he takes it. "So you're a new hero huh?" You nod at him. "Looks like I need to go now bye bats!" You run and jump up to a low ledge giving him a mock salute. You climb up and onto a roof disappearing from his view. Gordon walks up behind him. "Do you know them?" "No they're new they said they're called Doberman." "Maybe we'll start seeing them more often." He looks at her thoughtfully. "Yeah maybe."

[flowersdaggersviolasandblood]

Assassin with a Heart of Gold

Name: Admaer Daeneiros (He/Him)

Race: High Elf

Class: Rogue (Assassin)

Background: Criminal

WARNING, SPOILERS AHEAD

While it was fun playing the Dark Urge, we're gonna put Torments' story on hold and focus on our other worthy heroes. Starting with Admaer. To catch everyone up since the last time I spoke of my bombastic side-eye Rogue, Admaer was in Baldur's Gate looking to assassinate Lord Enver Gortash, one of the few individuals who enslaved him in his past. He got snatched up by the mindflayers, had a parasite placed in his skull, and now we're here.

His main party, thus far, seems to be Shadowheart, Astarion, and Lae'zel. Wyll is at camp and Gale was completely ignored (maybe we'll meet him again in the future). He and the gang went to Emerald Grove in search for healing. They were able to interrogate the Tiefling, Zorru, about where the Githyanki Creche is, which Admear allowed Lae'zel to do her thang. This is where I was so much on Lae'zel's good side that she got hot and bothered. Admaer politely refused (this is a Astarion romance run).

With the Creche revealed, Admaer is most likely going to go in the direction of that quest than anything else. Until then, Admaer is still willing to take Shadowhearts advice and at least see if there's anyone within the Grove that can help.

Admaer entered the inner grove, really looking to talk with Nettie and not involve himself in the tension between the Tieflings and the Druids. But he would happen upon a scene of Kagha threatening to imprison a Tiefling child for stealing the holy idol of Silvanus. Initially, Admaer mostly stood and watch, but he decided to peer within Kagha's mind, learning that she's power hungry and exerting that power upon the weak. Now, this doesn't make Admaer do a 180 and decide to save the Tieflings, but seeing the poor kid frightened, and being reminded of his own troubled past, he extends an olive branch and asks that Kagha let the girl go.

He does talk with Kagha for a brief minute, but he goes straight to Nettie. Being a Rogue (and a Criminal/Spy one at that), I was putting heavy emphasis on sneaking around and touching things I shouldn't, so Admear was able to get his hands on the antidote book you can find before going deeper into Halsin's study room.

Admaer saw that Nettie was holding a poisonous branch of Kelemvor's Kiss (didn't know what it was initially) and saw that Nettie was being shifty, so he wasn't completely honest with her. This resulted in him getting nearly poisoned and locked in the room with her. Admaer was able to steal away the antidote and he "promised" to take the wyvern poison should he turn. To Admaer, this was a near waste of time and only pushed his resolve to reach the Gith Creche.

However, Nettie did provide another alternative. Halsin, the original First Druid of Emerald Grove, has been studying up on the infected people who got the parasite and he knows more about this than anyone else within 100 miles from here. Admaer still isn't hopeful about this, especially since he's currently either imprisoned or dead, but if push comes to shove; Admear will consider looking for the First Druid.

Before leaving the Grove, Admaer noticed that Shadowheart made a pained noise and her hand started to make a strange glow. Admaer didn't really "ask" about it, I more like to see it that Shadowheart just decided to come forth about it, because after she explained what that supposedly was, Admaer left it alone. Did a few side quests and events at the grove and we're on our way to the Gith Creche! (Here's a alive Afira for those traumatized by the last post involving her and Torment ;A;)

Also I finally learned how to dye my characters clothes. The original color of the +1 padded armor didn't really fit Admaer, and this new color still doesn't (he's a Rogue goddamn it, he needs dark and edgy clothing!), but this look is slowly growing on me. Now I want to buy or craft all the dyes!

You may have noticed in the previous pic that Raphael is in that scene. Yep, same place, same time too! To be honest, I prefer finding him while trying to sleep in for the night, the lighting does not do him wonders in this scene. Regardless, homie snatches Admaer and the game into the House of Hope, offering a easy fix to remove the parasite.

Although Admaer refused the offer, that doesn't mean he completely disregarded it in his heart. Admaer will most likely keep this in the furthest backburner of his mind, but it will sit there if there truly is no other way. All the more reason to hope that the Lae'zel is right or Halsin is alive.

While traveling, Admaer and the gang ran into Edowin, Andrick, and Brynna. This would be the first time Admaer decides to fully call upon his Illithid and enforce his will upon the two apprentices and gain information about the Absolute.

After learning what he needed from this, he told them to leave. Seeing how this power could be useful in case they need a bit of mind probing influence, Admaer agrees with Astarion that they should utilize this power. Though, he does also agree that there should be some caution on using this power too much.

As Admaer was searching the dead Edowin, he has a moment

Admaer had this strange compulsion to remove Edowin's parasite from within. Try as he might to block out this influence, he would obtain a tadpole in a jar. Now, I know that you could eat this to gain more powers from your tadpole, but I was refused this offer, told that my Guardian will give more insight on this later.

[fritzi2405]

The First Job

summary: V and Malphas have to begrudingly work on a job together.

warnings: violence, cursing, talk of cybernetic enhancements (idk if that needs a warning), meantion of scares like once 

a/n: This is it, my first fic for Malphas and V, I’m still working on my writing style but I’ve improved since last time I think. As always english isn’t my first language so please excuse any mistakes (I did prove read once but it is almost 2am now and I’m very tired).This is also the longest fic I’ve ever written. I will definitly continue to write about Malphas, be that alone or with V. This story will probably be posted on Ao3 aswell :)

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V sat in the Hella, his fingers drumming anxiously against the leather of the steering wheel.

“Will you stop with the nervousness.” Johnny’s voice sounded behind V as he appeared, his form materializing in the Backseat. V send a glare towards the old Rockerboy, “Dum Dum told me his guy would be here within 20 minutes, it’s been about 50 minutes now.” Running a hand over his short hair V looked at the clock of his car to confirm that Maelstromer he was supposed to meet was indeed half an hour late. “Still don’t know why you agreed to this job V,” Johnny said getting comfortable on the leather seats of the old Hella “you at least know that Borg boy Dum Dum, you’ve never met this guy before.” V turned around making eye contact with Silverhand’s reflective, black shades. Johnny continued “The chromer could just Flatline you and take the whole cut for himself, bet Dum Dum and Royce wouldn’t mind not having to pay some Merc.” “Didn’t you ask me a few seconds ago not to be nervous?” V asked the man glitching in and out of reality with a sarcastic tone though he did somewhat agree, V liked to believe that at least Dum Dum wouldn’t double cross him like that but with Maelstrom you never know. Johnny chuckled “Just wanted to let you know my opinion and when you do happen to get zeroed by that Borg fucker, I can say I told you so.” V turned away from Silverhand’s grinning face with an eyeroll.

Dum Dum had called V up some time last week asking the Merc if he wanted to make some extra eddies. Maelstrom has been having some problems with a small criminal group that managed to get a foothold in their territory and with Militech still hot on their heels they couldn’t afford to lose any more Maelstromers, not fighting some rookies who just happened to have some luck at least. The Gig was simple, get into their hideout, try to stay undetected, rip some valuable information of their System and get the fuck out before someone sees. Normally, V would steer away from any business with Maelstrom, their first encounter being more than enough excitement for V. But he could use the edds and the job sounded fairly easy. Now, after a few very tense Meetings with Royce, bickering about the reward and after some pushing, agreeing to work with a Gang Member, and some considerably less tense Meetings with Dum Dum to get the important deeds on this gig, V was sitting here, in his Car, having to work together with some Maelstromer he never met before who was already getting on his nerves. Dum Dum had insured him that the guy he was supposed to complete this job with could be trusted but as much as V liked the Borg with the metal Dreads, he didn’t take his word on that.

It had rained when V drove to the abandoned industrial building, in Northside Watson where the small group of thugs had their makeshift hideout. Though the rain had stopped while V had waited, the lights of the streetlamps around him now reflecting of the Hellas water droplet covered Windshield. V sight, running his Hands along his temples. He hasn’t been getting much sleep as of late, his mind always racing and, on the nights, where he would pass out from exhaustion the second his head hit the bed his sleep would be restless, memories of Johnny’s past and V’s present melting together into strange lucid dreams. After more minutes of not seen any tell tail signs of red optics glowing in the distance V leaned back but just as he was about to fully settle further into his seat to continue waiting, his phone finally binged with a notification.

Unknown:

Factory entry, Backdoor

 V:

Who the fuck’s this?

 Unknown:

Ur Babysitter for the night. Now get ur ass over here.

 Johnny gave a snort from the back, V had almost forgotten the old Rockerboy was there, “Must be that Maelstromer.”

“I already don’t like him,” V said as he shoves his phone back into his pocket. He reaches over, grabbing Dying Night, his M-10AF Lexington and got out of the car. Johnny vanished as the car’s door closes.

The night air was filled with the smells of Northside Watson, the sound of cars rushing by the street and the hissing of pipes that ran along over it were audible in the distance, melting together with the clinking of the surrounding buildings old metal facades and V’s hurried footsteps, heading towards the back entrance of the big industrial factory. He slowed, approaching the corner leading toward the door, his frame reflected in the puddles below his feet. Scanning the area and finding no cameras he let out a quiet cough announcing his presence. A shuffling sound was audible from around the corner and then a shape emerged from the darkness. Nine red optics flared up and scanned V’s form.

The Maelstromer standing before V was a few inches taller than him, reaching about 6ft. Various metal pieces as well as a gold septum piercing glinted in the eerie red light on the man’s face. The short, dark blue Mohawk as well as his Leather Jacket still shone with the nights previous rain.

The man gave V a wicked grin, “There you are, finally, I thought I was gonna have to do this gig by myself.” V’s lips pulled into a thin line, “You’re the one who’s late, I was waiting at the front of these damn buildings for over half an hour, you know, where we were supposed to meet.”

The Maelstromer put up his arms in surrender, “I had things to do, calm down Merc” his deep voice laced with sarcasm. V huffed, “Yeah, sure, and it’s V not Merc.” “What kind of Name is V, lost the other Letters?” the man before V let out a hoarse chuckle, the metallic sound of his voice mods distorting it. V closed his eyes; he could already tell this man was going to get on his last nerve. Reminding himself to have a word with Dum Dum after this Job for setting him up with this gonk, he moved his gaze back to the glowing optics before him. “Yeah, Ha Ha, never heard that one before, already mocking my name and you haven’t even told me who you are.”

The chromer in front huffed, taking a step closer, “Chill, didn’t mean to pull your cord, tryna’ be friendly is all.” V didn’t back up, not wanting to give this Metalhead the satisfaction of thinking he could intimidate him. Standing so close V could smell the scent of smoke, metal and faintly, oil and leather on the other man. Not breaking eye contact the Maelstromer reached down, grabbing an inhaler from his pocket. Placing the plastic mouthpiece to his lips, he took a hit, blowing the Dorph’s smoke back into V’s face. The smell made V wrinkle his nose as he looked into the red light appearing again behind the fume cloud, glowing brighter now. “Name’s Malphas, now let’s head in we ain’t got time for all this chattin’.”

With that he turned around and pushed open the factory’s back entry.

The two men crouched down, Malphas diming his optics, as they made their way into the factory. It was lighter inside, V noticed as they entered what appeared to be a garage. The room and its old cars and scaffolding was illuminated by big buzzing LED Lamps on the ceiling. V scanned the area, finding no cameras in this part of the building, “smart entrance point,” he thought to himself as he glanced over to the Maelstromer next to him. Now, in the cool light of the Lamps above him he could make out more of the taller man’s features. His short Mohawk was indeed dyed a dark blue colour and he had piercings in his ears, there where scars running along the side of his head where real and synth skin met, the skin around his optical implants was raw and scared. Looking at him now V noticed that he had in fact seen him before. At AllFoods, while walking through the factory with Dum Dum and later on while fighting Militech, he’s seen him hanging about. V was brought out of his thoughts by a mechanical chuckling sound. Malphas was now staring at V, a grin plastered on his face, the metal pieces pulling at the corners of his mouth uncomfortably. “You fallin’ in love with me already?” V rolled his eyes; this guy was almost as insufferable as Johnny. “I’m taking that personally, I’m way better than some chromed out Borg,” came Silverhands voice in the back of V’s head. “I was just thinking about some stuff, lost in though.” V had no time for this guy’s attempts at riling him up, focusing instead on the door leading into the main building. He got up, slowly walking towards it, Malphas following close by. “Yeah sure,” he crouched down beside V next to the door, “but I wouldn’t blame ya, not with this pretty mug.” He gestured towards his face giving V another of-putting smirk. V decided not to engage him this time, instead he focused on the task at hand, scanning the hallway behind the door he found a camera, far enough away as to not spot them but still in Quickhack distance. Tapping in V flipped through the different cameras, most rooms seem to be unoccupied, there 3 rooms of interest V found, one what appeared to be a sort of hangout area for the group, most of them could be found there. Then a makeshift weapons room, it was guarded and one guy was cleaning a rife inside and then there was the security room, guarded as well and one masked woman inside looking at the cameras. V tapped out the security feed and shifted his gaze to the man behind him.  “You know the layout of this building?”

Malphas gave a short nod, “Sure do, got it all memorized up here,” he tapped the side of his head with one chrome finger. “Good, bet their logs are stored in the security room, couldn’t find a server room with the cams, its guarded though.” While V explained Malphas listened intently, much to V’s surprise, “I can get us to that server room, are you 100% positive its only guarded by one gonk?” He asked his deep, voice sounding quite serious now. “Yes, I’m sure.” “Nova.” And with that the two men set into motion, Malphas at the front and V close behind, disabling cameras on the way.

They maneuvered quickly through the dark and cluttered Hallways of the old factory, Malphas leading V upstairs and around corners. The walls around them crumbling and some ancient looking neon signs still clinging to life, flickering on and off. They had to watch where they placed their feet, V bumping into the other man now and again pulling a snappy comment or a metallic hiss from synthskin lips. As they slipped past a collapsed in room, the Maelstromer in front halted abruptly, causing V to almost crash into him. As he was about to ask the Borg what his problem was he got shushed. Around the corner was the entrance to the makeshift weapons room. One guy was standing guard, the other was hovering above a table counting eddies and facing away from them, inside was the swaying form of the third man, still busy with cleaning his gun. Malphas cybernetic fingers hovered above the Kenshin at his side twitching with excitement at the promise of bloodshed, “Lets pop those gonks yeah, nice an’ quick.” V shook his head turning towards the man beside him, “No, our goal is to stay undetected ‘member?” The Maelstromer gave a displeased grumble but dropped his Hand anyway. “No fun, okay, you fry the big fucker’s optics and I’ll take the gonk at the table,” he motioned in the direction the two guards. With a short zapping sound, the standing guards sight went, he grabbed his face complaining about his faulty Optics. Before he could regain his composure the two where on them, V grabbed the guard pressing down on his windpipe till he went limp. The crunching sound of a neck snapping, and a distorted chortle came from V’s left as Malphas dropped the other man.

As they moved the body’s away from the door V spotted the Chromer slip the eddies the second guard was counting into his pocket. “What? He won’t need them anymore.” The Mercenary just shook his head. They turned their attention back to the man still obliviously cleaning his weapon, the music blasting next to him covering up his fellow teammates deaths. V sneaked forwards going in for another quick stealth kill but as he was going in for the grab he bumped into a metal case with his feet alerting the man. As he turned around face snaping to V crouched behind him he received a hard punch to the face knocking him down, his head hitting the side of a bench.

V straightens up, shaking of the close calls initial shock. “Quiet and undetected huh?” came from the side as Malphas flexed his hand. Huffing out a breath he turned towards him, “I had it under control.” “Sure ya did,” spat the Maelstromer, “Fuckin’ gonk,” he mumbled under his breath as he jerked his arm to the side, signalling V to follow. “Shouldn’t we make sure this guy doesn’t get up again and tell his chooms we’re here?” V asked Malphas with a hint of sarcasm. Malphas shook his head from side to side, his optics flashing with what V guessed was amusement. The red glow of them added to the dim lighting of the room gave it an eerie feeling. A cybernetic finger pointed towards the man on the ground, “He won’t be gettin’ up anytime soon.” A puddle of deep red blood already formed where his head hit the bench, he laid there twitching every now and then.

They soon arrived at the security office, no more altercations along the way. V made quick work of the one guarding the room taking him down easily, Malphas gave him short whistle before slipped past him and into the office. A surprised yelp was audible from inside, then a dull bang followed by a snapping sound and then silence. The door open to Malphas pushing the body of the woman previously watching the cams into a locker. His head snapped towards the door. “Well, what are ya waiting for? Chip in and rip their shit.” Shoving passed the Maelstromer V hooked into the small gang’s security systems, downloading audio files, planned routes and text conversations, the small red bar moving slowly across his vision like a snail. This could take a while. He could sense the ganger standing next to him, his leg pouncing impatiently. “So, Malphas huh? Came from V, his gaze turning to the Maelstromer’s confused face; “That’s a demon right?” The Borg’s head twitched to the side, “yeah, what’s it to ya?” Jesus this guy was being difficult. V just wanted to be done already, go back home to his apartment, listen to some music or at least try to get some sleep. He did not want to suffer this man’s metallic rasping any longer. “Just trying to make some small talk.” Malphas clicked his tongue, head moving back to the spot on the crumbling wall he was staring at before. “Just hurry up, don’t wanna stay here for to long. They’re gonna come looking eventually when their chooms don’t respond,” he commented, hand already reaching for his dorph inhaler again. The light blue fumes swirling around his head as he exhaled, his pouncing leg calming a little.

V unplugged from the gang’s systems and turned to his accomplice with a satisfied smirk. When Royce got this, he’s sure to be happy and the small gang group was sure to be sorry, V almost felt sorry for them, almost. “Transfer me the deeds then let’s delta the fuck outta here.” V’s partner in crime seemed to be growing more impatient as time went on. While transferring the infos he saw a chance to test the waters and see if he could push the Ganger a bit more. He motioned towards the exit, “why don’t we just finish the rest now, bet we could manage.” Malphas only shook his head, a dark blue strand of hair falling in front of the red lights on his face. “Too scared?” That got his attention. The taller man took to big strides forwards, his face now inches from V, lips pulled into a tight line, clearly agitated. V scrunched up his nose as the smell of Dorph and smoke hit his nose. “Listen here you little shit, there aint nothing stopping me from just crushing your skull right here right now but Dum Dum asked me to play nice and I owe him one.” A hand hoovering over the combat knife on his side Malphas continued, “I’m always ready and willing for some good bloodshed but I aint disobeying Royce’s direct orders also I don’t wanna take away the fun of massacring these fuckers later, they intruded so they pay the blood price, in full.”

Then he stepped back and walked out the door without another word. V had to hurry up, the Borg setting a quick pace. The grey, crumbling walls and abandoned rooms flying past them. Before V knew it, they were back outside, the sun had not jet risen and a thin mist hung above Northside. As soon as they were outside and away from the factory Malphas lit up a cigarette huffing a cloud of smoke in the air. Johnny materialized beside V, “At least one thing right about this gonkbrain,” but sensing that V wasn’t in the mood he disappeared as soon as he had appeared. After another drag Malphas turned towards V an unreadable expression on his face. “Dum Dum’s gonna send you your cut when I get back.” He ran a chrome hand through his short Mohawk his red optics then met the merc’s suspicious gaze, “don’t worry, you’ll get your pay, if we weren’t planin’ on payin’ you I would’ve Flatlined you already.” The solo merc was still not totally convinced but before he could get a word in Malphas started walking towards an alley leading away from the industrial buildings but before he walked further, he stopped and turned around once more, “Of course you could come with and deliver the deeds yourself.” The option was shortly in consideration, but V’s head was pounding and he really wasn’t looking forward to another meeting with Maelstroms Leader, doubting he would leave that one alive, not in this state. With a dismissing wave of his hand V declined the offer. On that note Malphas took off, his steps echoing in the dark alley he disappeared down.

When V finally sat back in his Hella a sigh left his lips; God he was tired. On the drive back a bing of his phone could be heard.

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Nice takedown back there btw, V