#trans leon is superior

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Leon Kennedy WIP that i’m making in preparation for re4r.

[hamartia-grander]

Just saw someone tag a resident evil fic with "Cis Leon S. Kennedy". I'm so happy trans Leon has influenced the masses to such a degree that one must specify when he isn't trans in their fic

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DANGANRONPA THH GENERAL HEADCANONS

(You can kinda tell I love Kiyotaka alot)

ALSO if you like my headcanons you may request a character for me to make headcanons of or expand some headcanons‼️

🧭Kiyotaka Ishimaru🧭

•TRANS MASC BUT ALSO TRANS FEM

•Saw a fic of Taka as a Trans Fem and my eyes have opened to a whole new world

•Could be Bigender???

•Bro is a man lover

•I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.

•I love those silly little headcanon that give Taka a huge fucking family

•Like Celestia, Yasuhiro, Peko, Maki, and fucking Gundham??? Family<33

•FUCK EVEN KIYOMODO IS TAKA'S TWIN‼️‼️

•I love Ishimaru big family headcanons

•will probably make a whole post about the family and how they ARE family

•I love Taka so much, please bear with me-

•He's also one of those friends who will take your clothes by accident

•LIKE THE FREE TIME EVENT WITH MAKOTO???? HE WOULD DO THAT TO HIS CLOSE FRIENDS

•They don't mind though because like, why not?

•Has glasses but to keep up his view of "perfect" for himself, he refuses to wear them (my man is struggling hard)

💎Mondo Owada💎

•My silly Bisexual (he's so me)

•I also like trans masc Mondo, but also Bigender Mondo‼️

•Is a Disney lover

•He will never tell anyone though

•HE ALSO WILL GET REALLY MAD AT LIKE, THOSE TOXIC ROMANCE SHOWS

•"DUMP HIM, HE'S SO BAD FOR YOU." "HE'S CHEATING ON YOU??? YOU CAN'T FIX HIM."

•Needs reading glasses

•The first book he's willing read was The Outsiders

•He was SOBBING.

•He loved the book so much he ends up saying "Stay gold" to people on accident (Chihiro, Taka, and his gang)

🎵Leon Kuwata🎵

•PANSEXUAL. PAN KING

•Kissing him rn.

•Listens to scene music

•Also likes Pop music

•Loves those really silly Christmas movies that have dumb plots

•My man doesn't untie his shoes

•He just slips them off and on

•Probably has ADHD

•Has a problem with popping his joints alot

🌟Makoto Naegi🌟

•My silly little Panromantic

•Not sex repulsed but he'd rather not

•Trans man or just Agender

•He gets dragged into EVERYTHING

•Like Junko will need someone to do something for her and the first thought is just "Naegi-"

•Even Celeste does it (whenever Hifumi isn't around that is)

•He's actually really fast (his sister would tackle him, so he's learned to run fast)

•He's found four-leaf clovers alot throughout his life but they always end up getting destroyed

💲Byakuya Togami💲

•I know what you are. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

•He's so aroace gay

•Again isn't sex repulsed, but he doesn't care

•I hate him so much, I'm struggling for headcanons

•He can speak multiple languages

•He also (somewhat) respects Sonia because she (to him) is the only one that is superior than him

•Has a very small soft spot for some people, so unless you're the very few that he actually likes don't expect much

🍜Kyoko Kirigiri🍜

•Bi girl (Fem preference)

•Also Demi-girl

•She's so silly

•SHE LOVES LEATHER, LIKE MOST OF HER CLOTHES ARE LEATHER

•Has a special hair routine that she does everyday

•She started doing "girl nights" with most of the girls in the class

•Despite how reserved she is she tries really hard to make friends with the others

•I love her so much omg :(

🛸Yasuhiro Hagakure🛸

•PANSEXUAL SILLY GUY

•Also Toko, Yasuhiro, and Taka sibling dynamic‼️

•i love them all sm omg

•Is like the big brother of the class??

•Like the type of brother that's like "You ok? Yeah? Bet"

•You know what I mean??!

•Fav food is hot ham and cheese (LET ME PROJECT)

•HATES SMOKING

•Like he's okay with other people smoking, but he can't smoke

🍩Aoi Asahina🍩

•LESBIAN

•OR PAN

•BUT MY GIRL IS A GIRL KISSER

•She plays mermaids in the pool

•her tail is red, no one else is aloud to have a red tail when playing mermaids

•Piss her off and she gets really petty

•Once got mad at Makoto and got Nagito to bother him ALL day

💖Junko Enoshima💖

•She's there

•HSNHSSJ I HAVE LIKE, NOTHING FOR HER??

•Her and Chihiro are actually really good friends

•She stims, HARD.

•Like, will grab Mukuro and SHAKE HER

•Forces people to wear a fashion like she likes

•She also does drag makeup with everyone (no one is safe)

💣Mukuro Ikusaba💣

•My girl is Aromantic bisexual

•She gets real shaky (unless she's holding a weapon)

•OCD

•She is slightly non-verbil, like she'll talk, but she'd rather not

•Is basically Junko's mannequin (She has many scars from Junko stabbing her with a needle)

📖Toko Fukawa📖

•She is most definitely Omnisexual

•Insults Yasuhiro the most tbh

•Just normal sibling things

•SHE HAS REALLY BAD CLOTHING SCENERY

•She doesn't shower for days because she doesn't want to remove her clothes (comfort clothes!!)

•I also have lots of headcanons with her alters

•Yes alters. Plural.

•Toko is the Body and the Host

•Jack/Jill are the Co-host, they are also genderfluid (hint the two different names)

•Syo is a protector. Although she doesn't kill people because I hate it so much‼️

•I love her so much

🎙️Sayaka Maizono🎙️

•AROACE.

•MY GIRL DOESN'T WANT ALL THAT‼️

•She also has slight anger issues

•She loves her parents so much

•Even if her dad can't make it to her shows he tries his best

•She actually likes teaching Leon about music

•She likes a lot of goth music too

•No one will know about that, she will make sure of that

•SHE LIKE, WILL PRACTICE HER WRITING SO HER SIGNATURE IS PERFECT FOR WHENEVER SHE MEETS A FAN

🪷Sakura Ogami🪷

•Bisexual.

•MY GIRL‼️‼️♥️

•She's actually so sweet to everyone

•Her and Mondo actually hangout lots

•Her and Aoi paint each others nails and they even have a bunch of stamps for the nails

•She's a leader of the Martial arts club (for obvious reasons)

•She likes everyone in her class :((

•Even if they don't like her

•She lives by the "Treat people like you want to be treated" rule

•So unless someone is just THAT bad she will not hate them

📱Hifumi Yamada📱

•Pansexual

•Only likes 2D characters still, but he doesn't care about the gender of the characters

•HE ISN'T REALLY CREEPY, I PROMISE

•Has dyslexia

•He always asks Chihiro to double check his spelling

•He also has autism (I'm projecting)

•Hifumi and Tsumugi are actually really good friends

•They would talk on and on about whatever show or book they find interesting

•Tsumugi also got him some cosplays

•He's actually a really good cosplayer

💻Chihiro Fujisaki💻

•Agender

•Is like on top of their grades

•Like all A's besides like, one C

•Chihiro and Gonta are definitely friends

•CHIHIRO WOULD MAKE THOSE CODING APPS FOR PEOPLE WHO WANT TO START CODING

•YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?????

•Honestly, has a gaming channel

•They RAGE HARD

♦️Celestia Ludenberg♦️

•Internalized homophobia :((

•Is Trans Fem, I love her so much

•Has soft spots for some of her classmates

•Like, Celeste LOVES Sonia (she's a princess, kinda looks up to her in lots of ways)

•Has a Love-Hate relationship with Byakuya

•Like, she likes the way he holds himself, how he looks, besides that she hates him

•(Going with the Taka is a trans man headcanon) Taka would help her with styling her (fake) twin drills

•TAKA WOULD EVEN LET HER TAKE SOME OF HER OLD CLOTHES IF CELESTE WOULD WANT THEM :(((

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14, 15, 19, 21, 24 and 24 for the Resident Evil fandom.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time People reusing viruses in uninteresting ways and sidelining the women

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time Leon Kennedy transgender

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like... I don't really have a lot of guilty pleasures tbh. Probably would be that I don't HATE chrisker as like Chris formerly having feelings for his superior before the Mansion incident went down, I think it can make for interesting storytelling. But no one ever gets it right, so

21. part of canon you think is overhyped The men

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse Characters being "transgender." Alfred isn't trans he's a transmisogynistic stereotype Morpheus isn't trans he's a transmisogynistic stereotype Alex Wesker isn't trans they weren't "implying" that Albert Wesker isn't trans he's an ecofascist. Stop it.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing Remake Ashley being "better" than the og. Go die about it

[14dayswithyou]

I do believe in trans man leon superiority ✊

✦゜ANSWERED: Absolutely correct and valid nonnie. you have a Very Based opinion which I will stand by and fully support

[chibicass]

Human Resources

Leon Kennedy x trans female reader

Requested by @playfulnymphe

Summary: Y/N, who works for the D.S.O., along side her coworker Leon Kennedy, a man persistent with one goal, which is taking her out on a date, take on a corrupt policy within the organization’s building and attempt to serve justice as of right.

Warnings: fluff, flirting, smut, edging, romance, harassments based on gender identity, organizational corruption.

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Working at the Division of Security Operations was somewhat of an easygoing job. At least from your viewpoint, sitting behind a desk and unraveling your corporation’s social problems. And other times you would be sent to offer humanitarian aid to groups affected by outbreaks every now and then.

"Any heads to hunt yet?" a man said from behind.

"Not for now, Leon, just lots of annoying people who annoy other people within the D.S.O.," you said, maintaining focus on the screen.

He made his way around your table to look at you. "So nothing new, huh? They should really update those social protocols."

"Where do I even start?" you moaned, pausing your incessant typing and clicking to look at him.

Leon studied you a bit. "Hey, Y/N, as much as I would love to hear that sound over and over, seems like you’re kinda uptight. Something happen?"

"Can you really flirt at a time like this?" you asked, taking a sip from your water bottle. "And it’s nothing, just pressed about a couple of things."

"Well, sweetheart, mind if I take you out to lunch like I’ve always asked to blow off some steam?" He leaned forward and laid his hands on the desk.

"Or we could just get a beverage and  a snack in the cafeteria. You really don’t have an off button, do you?" you teased.

"Y/N, you’re the one who has me turned on all the time, really think I’d ever be turned off around you?" he retaliated, showing off his bold smirk.

Your cheeks seemed like they were beginning to burn. "I, uh, well, let’s go get that drink. Think I need it," you said, discreetly laughing, nervous.

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The both of you left the HR sector and headed to the elevator. You pushed the button to call it to your floor and entered it as soon as it arrived.

"Is it hot in here or is it just you?" Leon asked, standing next to you while the big box transported you down the building.

"Says the flaming hot emo," you chuckled.

"So you do think I’m hot." He looked you up and down with icy blue eyes that froze you in place, sending a chill from your spine down to your core.

It made it harder for you to breath and even talk. How could one man be so perfect, you thought.

"Hey," he said, snapping you back to reality. "You got something on your neck. Lemme see." Leon turned and reached for your shoulder with one hand, further closing the space between you two. "May I?" he asked.

You knew what he was talking about. He tilted his head, letting his hair fall near your face. Like before, only the look he gave you was enough to keep you in your place. Breathing became scarce as you fought the tension inside you, only to subdue yourself to him in the end.

"Yes," you spoke with a voice that would almost break. That was all he needed to hear as his hand moved to your nape and circled around your neck. He was teasing you, making you imagine how those leather gloves could have you in a chokehold in seconds if not a single instant.

He shifted his mouth down to your ear. "You seem to be enjoying this a lot… Isn’t that right, princess?" he whispered. It felt like you were about to erupt, you needed him.

"Kiss me, Leon…" you pleaded.

"You’re begging now, darling?" He held your arms against the wall, forcing out a whimper from you. "I didn’t quite hear you" he growled.

"Yes."

"Don’t you forget your place. How do you refer to your superior, Ms. l/n?" He leaned even closer, leaving no room between your lips.

"Yes, Sir." You were taken by surprise by his abrupt action. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you like this was something he had always waited for. Your hips rocked forth seeking closure to your pleasure with the ever so heating of your core. His scruff was enough to drive you insane, causing you to moan even louder until the elevator rang, telling you that you’ve arrived.

Leon broke the kiss and covered your mouth with one hand and held your waist with the other when the door opened.

"Care to explain this one, Leon?" It was Ingrid Hannigan with a not so satisfied expression.

"Wait, it’s not what it looks like—I mean it is but–but–" Leon miserably failed to speak and rushed to Hannigan, who scoffed and went in the other direction along with the guy who had just pinned you against an elevator wall. "Y/N, I’ll meet you there?" he asked.

"Yeah… Totally…" you said, not knowing what to say after the embarrassment.

"Oh, and don’t forget my salad!" he shouted, already far down the corridor, probably in an attempt to not get called out by your boss again for making out with a girl on the job. You were left with yourself and the feeling of a knot getting tied in your stomach from the weirdly unfortunate interruption.

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The cafeteria was pretty empty.

You stopped by the vending machine and ordered a snack to reward yourself for almost getting banged by the infamous Leon Scott Kennedy. Lowering your back to pick it up from the slot, you felt a harsh slap on your butt.

"Leon! What the hell did I say about–" You quickly fixed your posture and turned around ready to playfully scold him, but you wish you hadn’t said anything when you saw those in front of you.

"Well, ain’t it the chick with a dick," the man chuckled, followed by his friend.

"And ain’t it the Chad with a brag. Don’t even get me started with his dumbass friend Vlad," you snarked.

They went towards you, the leading man staring at you from a minimal distance. You took one step forward and looked him in the eye, indifferent.

"I could do so many things to you. I knew you were an imposter since the day I found that old account of yours." He smiled as if to intimidate you.

You rolled your eyes. "Dear, the only imposters here are you and your sloth of a BFF, thinking you can come at me with vain threats and brawn for brains."

"You know, I could do those things to you right this instant," he said.

"Why so sad, bunny? Too scared to admit you want a girl like me? Then again, who would ever want to go out with a guy who’s not man enough to even confess his little feelings?" you said sarcastically.

"You little brat!" He reached for your arm, but you grabbed his forearm and spun around his body until you pinned it against his own back. "Shit!"

"In the words of a Brazilian agent I met, machos escrotos are the absolute worst." You almost prevailed at twisting his arm further to keep him from hurting you in order to buy you time to run or for anyone to show up, but he managed to knock you back down as his friend went in your direction.

"No final words before we ruin you for good?" he asked.

"Yeah, a few words. I never shut up, bulldoze. Oh, there’s also a certain Leon Kennedy behind you. Just don’t know if you’ve noticed," you said, smiling and getting back up with a few pats on your clothes to remove the dust.

"I suggest you both leave before things get heavy on your side," Leon said, the men turning to see him.

"Dude, you’re seriously letting this faker get away?" one of the men asked.

"That’s no faker. She’s one hell of a woman and you’re two small-brained bigots." Leon gripped the knife attached to his belt. "Leave. Now. Unless you want me to ruin you both for good without breaking a single law."

As soon as the men made their way out, you ran and jumped into Leon’s arms. He held you close and you could feel his heart beating incredibly fast. He was never scared of anything and was always so calm with the most dangerous situations. But not this time.

"Hey, we make a pretty good team, huh?" you said.

He put you down. "Y/N, why didn’t you tell me about those guys? Were they the same ones that made you feel bad earlier?" he asked, panicked.

"Leon, I didn’t want to worry anyone about it. I tried exposing them to my department, but the complaint was left unanswered."

"You’re in freaking Human Resources. How would your complaint out of anyone else’s not get recognized?"

"I don’t know for sure, but it seems like someone’s covering them up."

His eyes were fierce, filled with worry and angst, until he looked away for a second and locked eyes with you again. "Y/N, I think I know who it is. When I caught up with Hannigan to get my next mission, I saw one of the superiors tasked with controlling the security department keep an eye on the cafeteria camera and do nothing about those bastards beating you up."

You held both his hands, reassuring the loving agent you were okay. "It’s okay. I’m okay and I won’t be leaving you anytime soon, super spy. And to be fair, I kinda wrecked them first," you chuckled.

"How…How can you be so cool about this like it was nothing, Y/N?" he asked, taking your hands to his chest.

You breathed in and out. "Leon, when you’re born different, some people might not understand you. And after an internal pain that you feel with yourself and an external pain caused by others in the world ever since you’re young, you learn that that pain, those words, those actions, are nothing. In the end, you just see yourself. In my case, and like you said, one heck of a woman," you answered wholeheartedly, attempting to relieve his stress.

"I didn’t know it was so…difficult." He pulled you into his arms. "And, Y/N. You can count on me to never leave you anytime soon as well. That’s a promise I’m willing to keep."

"Thanks, Lee," you replied, embracing one another.

You let go, grabbing a wrapped plate of salad from the counter near you. "And I didn’t forget your salad." You handed Leon his lunch with a smirk.

"All I can say is I’m one lucky guy. Thanks, sweetheart," he chuckled.

You both sat at one of the many unoccupied tables, side by side, and enjoyed the food. "Sure you don’t want some of this snack? It’s salty and sweet and oddly satisfying," you said, offering a piece in your hand.

"No need. Already got you, cupcake," he teased.

"Overly flirtatious and cliché? Could our wedding day be any farther?" you joked. He simply stared wide eyed and seemed to have forgotten words. You observed how his cheeks lit up a cute color. "Anyway, we gotta get moving if we want our culprits in the jammer where they belong," you pointed as you got up from your seat and headed towards the elevator.

"I, uh, oh yeah. Let’s get them." He threw his plastic trash in the recycling bin and went after you.

"Now you’re the one stuttering," you playfully said to yourself in a quiet tone.

"What was that?" he asked.

"If you want to find out so bad, how about we go to the interrogation room later where you can make me talk as much and as loud as you want, super spy?" you asked.

"You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, sweetheart," he chuckled.

"Try me, then," you said, looking back and seeing his excitement as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"With all the pleasure in the world," he said, pulling you close to walk in sync with him.

You and Leon had a plan. A plan to end whatever corruption there was inside that building which made your life and many others’ unnecessarily hard.

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You stormed the surveillance room with Leon by your side.

"Klaus Montgomery, you are hereby under arrest under Federal Law!" Leon shouted, retrieving his gun and aiming it at the man. "Put your hands up where I can see them and don’t move."

"Arrest me? For what? You don’t even have proof," Klaus contested.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Montgomery?" you asked, showcasing a small hardware in the air with your hand. "How about this pendrive that explicitly shows imagery of you tampering with surveillance cameras and tapes all over the edifice in order to cover for the crimes committed by our dearest Chad and Vlad duo?" You let out a smirk.

"Yeah, right. You mean the inexistent videos? You know, as in inexistent," the man said.

A woman came from behind Leon and I, walking closer to Klaus. "Not so inexistent anymore, if you’re talking about the files you deleted that I so happened to have recovered with a few tweaks here and there on the main computer," Hannigan said, claiming the spotlight.

Klaus impeded himself from speaking, knowingly having lost the battle and allowing Leon to handcuff him.

It wasn’t long until the two men who pestered you were taken in as well, lifting an invisible weight off your shoulder. "Thanks for having my back, Lee," you said, laying back on your desk chair with a sigh.

"Anything for you, Y/N." Leon took a moment to admire you. "Seems like you’re much happier than compared to this morning," he chuckled.

"Yeah. I didn’t just help myself," you said. "Hannigan found out they were harassing other women from all kinds of departments. At least that’s over with. Until the next macho escroto shows up, which won’t be long since those kinds of men are everywhere, ugh."

"What does that even mean?" Leon asked.

"Carlos would explain it better. When are him and Jill coming back, by the way?" you asked. "Their mission is taking forever."

"They always get into the craziest situations. So, to be honest, I have no idea, too." You both laughed and talked until the sun set, meaning it was time to go home.

"It’s already night and I’m behind schedule. Yay." You closed your laptop and put your things in the backpack under your desk, strapping it onto your shoulder after closing it.

"Mind if I give you a ride home, princess?" Leon asked.

"It’s everything that I needed: A knight in shining armor taking me home with wheels beneath shining metal," you said.

"Then hurry up or else you won’t get a sneak-peek into what’s under this armor," he blurted before walking out of the room.

"Oh crap, hey, wait!" You rushed after him, wishing his words were true.

~~~~~~~

Night had set and the stars came out of their slumber along with the moon, which rose in its fullest form. Leon parked his car right outside of your home. You had hoped that wouldn’t be the end.

"Y/N," Leon said, stopping you from opening the door.

"Yeah?"

"How about I interrogate you now?" he asked, voice lower than usual.

"Yes," you replied.

He shifted in his seat and leaned toward you, resting his hand near your head on the window. You moved back against that same window, having no where to escape, just like in the elevator. "Let me hear you say it," he growled in your ear, putting his other hand on the other side of the window, now blocking any way out for you.

"Yes, Sir."

Leon acted quickly to take off your top, leaving your bra. He then proceeded to take off his shirt, exposing a physique you did not expect. A chiseled chest and abs that appeared to be as sharp as his combat knives. He was smoother than most guys you’ve seen and had a happy trail traveling down to his partially hidden boxers. You could almost feel him only from staring.

But he didn’t stop there. He removed his pants, shoes, socks and, finally, his boxers. By that point, you didn’t know if you were able to take him.

So you needed to find out.

Leon took off whatever clothing you had left on your lower body. Analyzing the soft outlines and curves unique to you up then down, he pulled both of your legs, positioning you on his lap, centimeters away from his groin. His hands snaked their way around your waist, grinding over your skin, to the back of your bra, taking his time as he unstrapped you and freed your breasts.

The way Leon looked at them told you he was hungry, eager, lustful. "Sweetheart, requesting permission to go all in."

You thought for a moment and nodded. "Yes, Sir."

Leon quickly lowered the passenger seat until it was flat and grabbed a bottle of lube lying in the glove compartment.

"Lay down for me, princess," he commanded. You obeyed and rested your back across the seat. He placed himself in front of you and spread your legs wide open, leaving your ass completely vulnerable to him. He used his teeth to open the bottle and spilled the cold lube around your entrance, then spilling some on his fingers.

Putting the bottle aside, he inserted his index finger, getting a subtle whimper from you. His smile told you your squirms were music to his ears, so he added his middle finger into the game, this time pulling your insides and sliding in and out slowly. Your hips went up and down, once again begging for the teasing to be over with. Heat began to gather around your core again and tugged you on the inside, spreading like flames around your body and making you lightheaded. It was when he added his ring finger that you groaned from pleasure, any pain from before fading away.

"Leon! I need…I need you," you stuttered, moaning in between his incessant fingerings.

"And I want you, Y/N," he said, not stopping. "Guess you’re ready for your ride."

Leon slid his fingers out. You moaned from the sudden extraction, waiting as you knew what would come next.

The agent soaked your back door in lube and did the same to his cock, pushing it into you and stretching your hole even more. "Leon!" you whined. It slightly hurt as he went further in, waiting from time to time to let you get used to him. When he was fully inside you, he began to thrust back and forth, your hips starting to match his movements as he gradually picked up his pace.

Feeling what you thought of as heaven, Leon plunged his mouth onto your tit, sucking and nibbling hard enough to make you cum and cuss, all that sweat gathered between the two of you helping him grind across you and savor your body. "You’re so delicious, cupcake," he moaned. The man quit what he was doing and pinned your arms down to the side, watching you from above with a dark expression. "But you weren’t supposed to cum without my permission."

You embraced yourself, but you weren’t prepared for the marks that Leon would leave on you.

He put you on his lap with your hole still penetrated, harshly spanking both of your ass cheeks. Leon’s firm grip caught your shoulders and slithered down your arm, pulling you in as he lowered his head to peck and then bite your neck. Your back arched due to all the shivers he sent down your spine, making you seek something to hold onto, his broad back being the anchor your hands needed. Leon was somehow so lean and so bulky at the same time, noticing just how contoured he was from the lack of distance between you.

To make it harder for you, he cupped both of your breasts as he gnawed away at you, tracing his thumbs around your areolas. You were closing in on your next climax, but you did your best to keep it at bay. "Sir, please, I’m gonna cum!" you said, panting louder every second.

"Not now." He covered your mouth, ceasing his activities. The heat that had gathered in you almost hurt from diminishing the fire. He watched you tenderly. Leon held your face, tracing his thumbs on your cheeks. "See? You’ve been such a good girl. Looks like your superior should gift you something, after all." His voice was soft and benevolent. "Would you like that?" he asked, voice dropping and reigniting the flame inside you.

"I would love that, Sir," you said, holding his arms and getting enticed by his mesmerizing gaze that connected your hearts. Eyes which made you feel safe in that moment.

With one breath, Leon laid you on your back and clutched your hands, pinning them above your head and exhaling a melting air upon you. He began to thrust, grunting as you mewled intelligible words and sounds, hitting your spot rigorously multiple times. It was so hot you felt like passing out. "Now, Y/N!" he snarled.

Your body and mind went into utter ecstasy from the orgasm you had after waiting for so long. You let out a lasting moan, feeling your heat explode to the rest of your body that trembled from the arousal, the sensation going on for some time.

Leon came inside you with one last roaring grunt and let his seed fill you up, his arms losing strength and forcing him to lay on top of you. This time you could feel his heart beat faster than ever, but with great reason.

"Thank you, Lee…for everything," you said, your head being the only thing not covered up by the tired man.

You could feel his fluid leaking from your hole as he regained posture over you and kissed you passionately. "I’m the one who should be thanking you for opening my eyes to some things. I’m without a doubt thankful for ever meeting you, Y/N." He caressed your face and left your body, looking at the mess that was made. "We should probably clean this up before you go inside," he chuckled.

"Yeah, no, you’re staying here while I wrap myself up and get some cleaning supplies. You’re not going to work tomorrow with a car that smells like sex," you said, laughing. "Might have to wash my clothes after wearing them with a thick liquid coming out of my butt."

"What a way to ruin an outfit, huh?" he said, gaining a ludic slap to the arm from you.

"Leon Scott Kennedy, local lady-wrecker," you phrased in a carefree tone.

"You’re not the type of girl to wreck, sweetheart. More like love, to be honest." He smirked. Your face got bright red.

"You’re the type of guy to win over a girl like me, that’s for sure." Your lips formed a genuine smile and you felt a humane warmness within you.

Almost an hour had past and you successfully got rid of any stench or stain as a newly formed couple. Clothes were on and goodbyes were near.

"Hey, Y/N?" Leon said, gripping your arm in a caring way.

"Yeah, Lee?"

"What if I took you out to your favorite place in town tomorrow?" he asked.

"Leon, my favorite place is whenever I’m with you. So if you were to take me to where I’m thinking, I wouldn’t mind making it infinitely more special with you by my side." You leaned upward toward his face, sweeping his fringe out of the way to get a clearer view of his eyes. "See you tomorrow after work, then?" Your arms wrapped around his neck, causing him to slightly part his lips.

"You bet, sweetheart." Leon kissed you one last time that night, this time with a thorough meaning of belonging and comfort, deep and long enough to inaudibly share what you meant to one another.

"Good night, super spy," you said after breaking the kiss.

"Night, Supergirl." You both smiled.

You silently made your way out of the vehicle in the middle of the night and walked to your front door, looking back at Leon and waving at each other before entering.

~~~~~~~

The next day, you had arrived at the D.S.O. happier than ever, eager to see him.

"Leon!" You ran up to the very familiar blue-eyed man, hugging him from behind.

"Hey there, sweetheart, sleep well? Came by just to visit you before our big date," he said, turning around and hugging you into the air for a brief moment. "I did miss you last night." He lowered himself to intertwine his lips with yours and hold you close.

"Breaking the same girl’s heart, Leon?" Hannigan came into the room and caught our attention.

"Nope, Y/N’s my girlfriend," Leon replied. "And we’re going out later." Your heart warmed up so fast. He publicly assumed you as his girlfriend and any anxiety you had was gone for good. That man wanted to be with you and your feelings were respectfully mutual.

"That’s right, Hannigan, he’s my boyfriend" you added.

"Huh, Leon Scott Kennedy, from lady-wrecker to lady-lover. I don’t know if that’s surprising, or the end of the world, or both," she said.

"Hey, babe, is this ‘lady-wrecker’ talk a thing between people here or…?" He looked at you, confused.

"Uh, well, we will be going now. Thank you very much for the talk, Mrs. Hannigan." You let out a nervous laugh and fake cough.

"Right… I have people who need my help abroad, so I’ll be heading that way." She pointed to the exit of the office. "You two have fun." She walked away, almost jogging.

"Go do just that! And be sure to send hugs to Carlos and Jill from Leon and I!" you said, Hannigan already in the hallway.

"You got it, Y/N!" she yelled, not looking back.

Leon turned to you with crossed arms, cornering you in front of a desk, your body practically leaning on it. "Care to explain, sweetheart?" he said playfully.

"So do you remember that ‘flirting with every girl you meet’ thing you always did?" you asked nervously. Leon put his hands on each side of the table, trapping you beneath the shadow of his figure.

"You mean like this?" he asked, leaning downward and kissing you. After seconds of being in that position, he broke the kiss to breathe and corrected his posture.

"Exactly like that." You felt lightheaded and had a smile that seemed like it would last for days. You admired how Leon gazed at you, evidently enthralled like someone who had just fallen in love for the first time.

"Shall we, Y/N?" he asked, extending his hand to you. The sunset visible through the vast window remarked Leon and the room with warm, vibrant colors.

You sighed. "Let’s go, Lee." You took his hand and went on your way. With Leon holding your hand tightly and keeping you close as you walked, you felt a strange sensation of invincibility, thinking how love could help you take on anything. And it was amazing, even if it ever lasted for a moment. You wanted to take on the world with Leon by your side and he was willing to do the same with you.

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*points at dr* gender

So! Excluding Chihiro so yall dont start arguing Gender and pronoun hcs under the cut bc holy FUCK is it long

DR1 Makoto: Trans (afab) [He/Him, ok with They/Them] Kyoko: Trans (amab) [She/Her, It/Its] Byakuya: Agender (Claims they are above 'such a simple-minded concept'. Ok superiority complex) [They/Them, It/Its] Aoi: Pangender [Any pronouns, usually wearing a pin] Yasuhiro: Genderfluid [Same as Aoi] Toko: Nonbinary [She/Her, He/Him, They/Them] Sayaka: Nonbinary [She/Her, They/Them, Bun/Buns/Bunself] Mukuro: Agender [They/Them, It/Its] Leon: Trans (afab) [He/Him] Mondo: Trans (afab) [He/Him, ocassionally They/Them] Taka: Nonbinary [He/Him, They/Them, Hiro's currently working on teaching him neopronouns] Hifumi: Bigender [He/Him, She/Her, has anime pins for her pronouns] Celeste: Trans (amab) [She/Her, Fae/Faeself, Drac/Dracself] Sakura: Trans (amab) [She/Her] Junko: Cis girl [She/Her] Syo: Genderfluid [Any pronouns, makes you guess]

DR2 Hajime: Trans (afab) [He/Him] Sonia: Trans (amab) [She/Her] Kazuichi: Trans (afab) [He/Him] Fuyuhiko: Trans (afab) [He/Him, Natsumi helped him pick out his name and they went with the winter/summer theme] Akane: Bigender [She/Her, He/Him, They/Them] Teruteru: Trans (afab) [He/Him, Rose/Roseself, Love/Loveself] Imposter: Nonbinary [Depends on their disguise. If out of disguise, they'll have a pin on] Mahiru: Trans (amab) [She/Her] Peko: Trans (amab) [She/Her] Hiyoko: Demi-girl [She/Her, They/Them, It/Its] Ibuki: Nonbinary [Any, has colour coded bracelets and matching necklaces] Mikan: Intersex + Questioning [She/Her, They/Them, is testing out various neopronouns] Nekomaru: Trans (afab) [He/Him] Gundham: Genderfluid [Ibuki makes him use necklaces] Nagito: Nonbinary [They/Them, He/Him, Hope/Hopeself, Dream/Dreamself, and no i dont mean the fuckin green-highlighter-ass mask guy] Chiaki: Nonbinary + Trans (amab) [She/Her, They/Them, It/Its, Game/Gameself, Cybe/Cyberself]

DRAE + DR3 Komaru: Nonbinary [She/Her, They/Them, Mer/Merself] Taichi: Demi-Boy [He/Him] Takaaki: Cis guy [He/Him, "Son what is a cis" "...Uhhh...*thinks abt smth aoi said* You. You is a cis."] Hiroko: Cis girl [She/Her] Takemichi: Trans (afab) [He/Him, Mondo and Daiya bought him pride merch) Daiya: I'm honestly stuck between cis guy and trans afab [He/Him] Kenshiro: Trans (afab) [He/Him, "Hey Sakura I have a question" "About?" "Gender"] Natsumi: Same as Daiya, idk whether shes a cis girl or trans amab [She/Her] Sato: Trans (amab) [She/Her, her and Mahiru helped each other pick out names] Chisa: Trans (amab) [She/Her] Kyosuke: Cis guy [He/Him] Juzo: Trans (afab) [He/Him, I'd like to imagine that's how he and Chisa befriended each other. I know nothing abt dr3 other than Chiaki dies, Ryota, and Juzo's gay] Ryota: Agender [He/Him, They/Them, She/Her, It/Its, Mew/Mewself] Ayaka: Nonbinary [She/Her, They/Them, also they and Sayaka def dated at one point] I know no other dr3 characters-

DRV3 Shuichi: Trans (afab) [He/Him, They/Them] Himiko: Nonbinary [Mew/Mewself, Magi/Magicself] Maki: Nonbinary + Trans (amab) [She/Her, It/Its, Daem/Daeself] Rantaro: Genderfluid [Chill with any, but will correct you politely] Kaede: Trans (amab) [She/Her, Zie/Zer] Ryoma: Agender [He/Him, he doesn't really care abt gender, so he's just like "Gender? Nah."] Kirumi: Nonbinary [They/Them, Vamp/Vampself] Angie: Nonbinary [Any, all times, does not matter what, but mainly They/Them] Tenko: Cis girl [She/Her, Meow/Meowself] Korekiyo: Nonbinary [Any, unless she's reeeeaaally feeling a certain set of pronouns rn] Miu: Trans (amab) [She/Her, Kokichi said she would use Boob/Boobself so now she does as an inside joke] Gonta: No gender [He/Him, They/Them, Gonta. They do not understand gender. He thinks it's an insect-only thing. He grew up without the patriarchy, lucky fella-] Kokichi: Nonbinary [He/Him, They/Them, Die/Diceself, The pronouns came before the group btw] Kaito: Cis guy, but in a nice, 'I-love-Kaito' way [He/Him, "Hey Shuichi, Maki-Roll! What's a transgender? :D?" Both of them, simping: kaito you are so fucking stupid. He eventually uses all space-related neopronouns after Shuichi and Maki teach him abt em] Kiibo: Nonbinary [They/Them, ok with He/Him and She/Her] Tsumugi: Genderfluid [Anime pins]

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Hiiii- I forgot if I had requested or not soooo matchup between Teruteru, Fuyuhiko, Gundham, Ryoma, Mondo, and Leon pleeeaaasseeee :›

I'm a 5'2 Pansexual Trans guy with a preference for men. I'm Latino and dye my hair quite a bit (I'm dying it white soon :›) along with having tan skin and almost black eyes. I'm more alt/punk and love heavy makeup with those huge eyeliners. Though I don't mind wearing more feminine clothing on a casual fem feeling day. I also stim quite a bit since j get overwhelmed quite easily (happy, anxious, legit just emotion burst) i also tic when extremely overwhelmed by emotions and whistle.

I talk pretty casual but get an accent when I'm upset and ramble in spanish alot quite loudly. I'm not really flustered easily and actually flirt back with people if they flirt with me. I can be a bit a g r e s s i v e. But i use petname alot as well (hon, babes, sweetie, bubs, etc) No i am not afraid to bop bop someone even if they're taller and bigger than me. I make ALOT of sexual comments and curse quite a bit. I draw on my arms alot and would get a ton of piercings and tattoos if I could.

IM AN ARTIST- I sing and dance quite a bit (WHEN ALONE-) and like talking. I can go on a rant about owls for hours ngl- I'm a huge animal person and currently own both a cat and dog (tho cats are superior) name Prynce and Rose. K do know how to be proper though and have manners (unlike some people-). I baby people alot. 😐 Yeah I just like taking care of others.

U h h

If I were to be an ultimate of probably be the Ultimate Animal Tamer of like Ultimate Animal Caretaker

Yeah that's it!! Hope it's good enough 😅

Have a great day/afternoon/night!

-Vex :›

I’M DYING MY HAIR BLOND SOON AAAAA are we the same person!??!???

YO THIS IS FUKCING CRAZY SO LIKE I DIDN’T READ THE BEGINNING OF IT AND ONCE I REACHED THE END I WAS LIEK “I KNOW WHO I’M GONNA MATCH THEM WITH” AND THEN THE PERSON I PICKED ENDED UP BEING ONE OF THE ONES YOU LISTED OFF HAHAHA

Okay but he’s fine as hell bye.

You are like totally the perfect match for this man like hello wedding WHEN??

He would ask you to draw cool designs on his skin and pretend they are tattoos. 

Since you like taking care of people, you can patch up all of his wounds and also do things like making sure he stays healthy. He is man baby he needs to be after.

Why am I getting gushy over you and fictionous character mondo oowada?? You guys are so cute like omg?? wsfcx

He would also flex dating you to his friends and talk about how caring you are and how cool you look n shit

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Monsterblog Recommends: Ben Aaronovitch’s Rivers of London Series

Previously - Monsterblog Recommends: The Underworld Film Series

So, I was recommended this series years ago (no joke) but only started reading it a couple of years ago when I spotted the books at the bookstore in my University’s student union. I read the first over a couple of days, and then promptly bought all of the rest. And the comics. 

I love this series a lot.

Rivers of London [a largely spoiler free rec]

[the books and comics as they are so far. I think. there may be more now. Regardless: i love this whole damn series a lot]

1. What is Rivers of London?

Its... part of my brain wants to say “Harry Potter for adults” except its not as like. Sexual and gritty as that would imply. It’s adults with magic, really, what you want once you’ve aged out of Harry Potter (Ha. As if we ever truly do) and want to play with similar ideas in a similar setting but with differing rules. The lives lived are what you’d probably expect of the people involved, just plus magic. There is a system for magic, and negative consequences for overuse of magic, and magic does not get along with technology, but not for the same reasons or in the same way as Harry Potter. It’s set in London and involves solving crimes that involve magic though, so if you want ideas for Auror Harry this is a great one. 

It’s also incredibly funny, beautifully on the nose, and so incredibly British that reading it makes me feel at home in a very particular way.

And I’m British born, raised and still dwelling there.

2. Why I’m Recommending It

[This is Peter and Sahra Guleed. Sahra is great. She doesn’t have magic but magic doesn’t wig her out so she often gets assigned to work with Peter]

It’s good. It’s really damn good. The characters are wonderfully compelling and interesting, and the main character, Peter Grant, police officer and trainee wizard, has a life beyond work which creates a lovingly real feel. Further, being set in London it doesn’t make all the characters white - Peter himself is mixed race, with his mother coming from Sierra Leone. His girlfriend, a minor river goddess, is black, and one of the daughters of Mama Thames. One of the police officers that Peter works with is Muslim; one of the doctors they work with is a Scotsman living in London who converted to Islam.

This book does not fuck around with the level of diversity you can and should expect from London. Not one bit.

Oh, also one of Peter’s superior officers is stated to be a lesbian. This isn’t even danced around, it just is. One of the grandchildren of Mama Thames is also gay as I recall. There’s mixed race relationships and there’s an awesome magic practitioner who we meet and know to be cool and who is eventually revealed to be trans and just.

Do you get it? This is a series with well constructed well told stories - both the primary plot and individual character arcs, as well as coherently building the overarching series plot and the world.

I’m not even kidding it combines aspects of Peter learning from Nightingale with developing the overarching series-plot but also in ways which impact the book-plot. There’s ... not entirely non-human creatures affected by magic which means they can channel more magic than a human without dying but this also means they tend to... be... odd. There’s a magical black mould possessed by a jazz ghost. There’s weird Fae creatures. There’s transforming talking foxes. 

Also there is a dog. His name is Toby. He can detect ghosts.

3. Less Good Things / Trigger Warnings

[the cover of the Cry Fox RoL comic. figured you guys might want a break before I give you shit to worry about]

Uh. Well. The case in the first book is kind of. Horrifying. It involves Punch and Judy and also warping the face in ways that permanently fuck with the bones and one character survives this and yeah. It’s also while this character is possessed so its just uh. Body horror and psychological horror and... a lot of horror.

Further you get things like Molly. Molly, who is lovely. Molly who never speaks. Molly who never so much as opens her mouth until the time that she does and by god you wish she hadn’t oh gods Molly WHY.

It turns out ok but also DEAR GOD MOLLY. 

Less cheerfully... There’s a dryad. Or... tree spirit, lets go with that. And her tree is mutilated. And this affects her human form. If I recall rightly, she dies, because her tree is destroyed. And it’s horrible and horrifying and what’s worse is you can’t do anything and you know this character and she’s sweet as anything and you can’t do anything and Peter cannot do anything and she is there, injured and dying because some bastards just mutilated her goddamn tree and there is nothing you can do.

There’s some mind influencing stuff as well, which is... complicated? Mama Thames for example is the goddess of the lower Thames. She is... magic personified, almost. She says that she was a woman who threw herself off a bridge and in dying and the latent magic of the area she became Mama Thames, but it’s not entirely certain if that’s what happened. But she now is an entity of magic, unaging. And her presence can compel people into her service. Being a goddess, she sees no reason to let them go. She won’t necessarily mistreat them, but they... have a portion of their will taken away and for some of you that may be deeply unnerving. Further, her daughters can do this too, if not to the same extent. 

Uh. Also some mild horror in the form of: overuse of magic can completely fry one’s brain and eventually cause dementia and/or a stroke, due to how it interacts with neurons. This is also why it tends to affect highly complex modern technology, but not older tech (old cars etc.). In order to try to prevent this from happening to Peter, he has periodic brain scans with Dr. Walid, who also has a large number of brain tissue samples from deceased magic practitioners, or those who died as a result of exposure to magic because it interests him to study this phenomenon. 

4. SPOILERS And Further Points

This series will torture you over how much you love a character it will then take away in some fashion or make you distrust.

Also Molly! I love Molly. She’s adorable and you will love her too and her backstory especially as it gets fleshed out is deeply sad-making.

Uh. The story is largely told in first person, which if you find annoying: forewarning. I would say though that the story and world are very compelling and serve to mitigate this issue some. 

Also, the faceless man is a DICK.

5. Further Reading

1. The comics! There’s comics as well, which you can see some of in the first image. They happen between certain stories and end up mildly referenced in some of the books/they reference events in the books, providing context and a sense of a world beyond just what you’re reading at that moment. The art is uhh. Not really much to write home about in my opinion, but it does the job well.

2. THIS FIC. Which is hilarious. The faceless man’s dicking about accidentally sends Peter to the Disc and he has to figure out how to get home - and he doesn’t particularly want to get back via the Ankh.

3. THIS ART by @agarthanguide - she whom I have commissioned before and no doubt will again. She did art of a bunch of the mains from the series and its all lovely. 

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Alaafin Sets The Record Straight, Refutes Ooni's Claim On Yoruba Ancestral Ties With Igbos

SCRIPT OF THE LETTER PUBLISHED IN THE NIGERIAN TRIBUNE ON THURSDAY, 2 MAY, 2019 PAGE 9

In recent time, I have been inundated with calls and even visits to my Palace on a recent Video Tape showing His Imperial Majesty, Oba Adeyeye Enitan Ogunwusi, the Ooni of Ife during the Aje Festival in Ile-Ife, Osun State. With all sense of modesty but candour, I cannot recall exactly the number of the video tapes that have been sent to me by well-meaning Yoruba elders and patriots.

(2) In the same vein, the traditional rulers have not been left out of this concern and legitimate worries. All across Yoruba speaking areas of Nigeria up to Kwara and Kogi states, the situation to say the least, has been breathless. Even the Yoruba in the Diaspora; Republics of Benin and Togo, Brazil, Cuba, Chile, Ecuador, United Kingdom, United States of America, Canada etc have also expressed indignation about the current issue.

(3) Initially, my reaction was to stand by my age long resolve, as the king and Head of Yorubaland, not to interfere in the running of the affairs of other Paramount rulers in Yorubaland of which the Ooni of Ife is one. But after listening thoroughly with meticulous assessment and analysis of the tape, I did not hesitate to come to the conclusion that the time for me to interfere was ripe and absolutely expedient less the cherished historical and cultural heritage of the Yoruba is wantonly dragged in the mud. My interference, therefore, is daintily anchored on the sanctity of Yoruba history, origin and custom which I am convinced the said video tape by Oba Enitan Ogunwusi did not observe.

(4) Yet, even in my response, one should be cautious enough against any inter ethnic hostility and malice within Nigerian context, especially between Yoruba and Igbo. But this should not be turned into historical fallacies. I doubt if any Igbo man familiar with the history of his origin will be happy with the fallacious claim that they originated from Obatala.

(5) Also I do not think the Igbo with a record of highly respected origin will feel comfortable after tracing their origin to ancient Israel with lineage to Eri, the fifth son of Gad who was the seventh son of Jacob, who was the youngest son of Isaac, son of Abraham. Eri, the son of Gad was said to have entered the present Egypt, journeying down Africa, crossing the Nile to Ethiopia (present day Sudan) and finally into the present day Enugwu Aguleri (for more details about this see: THE BOOK NIGERIA 2.O. CARAPACE PUBLISHERS NIGERIA LIMITED. Pg 46 ORIGIN OF THE IGBO: OBU GAD (HOUSE OF GAD) ANAMBRA STATE. Khartoum Street, Wuse, Zone 5, Abuja Federal Capital Territory, Nigeria or www.dayoadedayo.com). Certainly, the Igbo people who are proud of their origin will not feel comfortable with any pseudo history that will make them superior to Israel.

(6) I am not aware of any business relationship between the Yoruba and the Igbo until the 19th century, leading to the amalgamation of the Southern Protectorate and Northern Protectorate that resulted into Nigeria in 1914. In other words, we are related as fellows Nigerians who have been enjoying mutual relationship for each other. Culturally, linguistically, traditionally and historically, we are basically different. We have always striven to promote harmonious understanding in our diversities.

(7) AJE Coming back to the origin of Aje – Commerce, the cowry (Owoeyo) had been the Yoruba medium of exchange long before the Europeans came. Hence the decoration of Sekere drum with cowries in appreciation and honour of Aje deity it is to say the least, instructively abominable for anybody, no matter how highly placed to put any tribe above the Yoruba race as far as legitimate trading business is concerned. This is because Aje remains one of the early deities of the Yoruba whose imagery creation is the popular Sekere music played everywhere in Yorubaland.

(8) Alaafin Onisile 1738 – 1750: Alaafin Onisile was remarkable for his indomitable courage and lion-hearted spirit. He was moreover very artistic, and was said to have made seven silver doors to the entrances of his sleeping apartment. During his reign, the Sekere (Calabash) drum was ornamented, not only with cowries, but also with costly beads e.g. Iyun (Corals), Okun (Stone beads, Benin), Erinla (stripped yellow pipe beads) and Segi (blue pipe beads), strung with silk thread dyed red; all of native manufacture. He was a great warrior and for his exploits was nicknamed “Gbagida! Wowo I’ewon ab’esin fo odi (Gbagida, an expression of admiration), a man with clanging chains (for prisoners) whose horse can lead over a town wall). The History of the Yorubas. Pg.176 by Rev, Samuel Johnson.

(9) Besides, some families in Yorubaland are classified adherents of Aje deity. Some of these families named their children in honour of their chosen deity, i.e. Aje. Such names include: Ajebandele, Ajewumi, Ajifowobaje etc not to talk of those who dedicate time to worship the deity.

(10) It is also a truism that some cognomen, lineage panegyric, such cognomen include: Aje ti so eru d’omo. Yet another is special request and plea to Aje such as “Aje dakun ma na mi ni pasan re ko se nani” and many others like that.

(11) Coming back to modern trade, I make bold to say that it was the imitative of Alaafin who opened the Yoruba to Trans-Sahara trade with West African Countries as early as the fifteenth century. This was especially between the Yoruba and the Hausa-Fulani across West Africa. Trade routes led from Timbuktu in Mali, Goa, Tuareg and Tripoli. Still as far as (Oceanic) Coastal trade was concerned, the Alaafin used the Port of Allada in Wema to control European shippers. “By the middle of the 18th century, when Oyo had grown into an empire in the full bloom of life, Oyo was bounded to the north by the Niger, to the West by Modern Togoland, to the east by its sister Kingdom of Benin and to the South by the Gulf of Guinea, and Porto Novo and Badagry were its main coastal outlets. Dahomey, it may be recalled, became a tributary state of Oyo in 1730 see: Topics in West African History, pg. 90 Paragraph 22 by Adu Boahen, Ph.D. Associate Professor of History, University of Ghana. Published by Longman Group Limited, London 1966.

(12) One other imperative of Yoruba in the pursuit of commerce is that any such pursuit must be legitimate with norms of the society. It is on this note that Yoruba sweat and labour as necessary partners; Yoruba do not encourage cheating and unlaboured wealth. Yoruba work very hard to be wealthy.

“Ise ni Oogun ise Eni ti ise nse Ko ma bo orisa Oro kokan torisa Ibaa bo orisa Ibaa bo obatala O di ojo ti o ba sise ko to jeun”

“Work is the medicine for poverty Who ever is poor Let him not worship divinities Nothing concerns the divinities He may worship the divinities He may worship Obatala It is not until he does a profitable job that he would eat”

(13) The above quotations underscore the fact that the Yoruba are very industrious from the beginning with strong emphasis on legitimacy. We have such wealthy and successful businessmen in Lagos who invested heavily on the education of their children. Few examples would suffice. For instance, in 1884, Obadia Johnson, a Yoruba qualified as a Doctor of Medicine. John Randle, son of Thomas Randle an Oyo man who settled at Aroloya in Lagos qualified as a Doctor in 1888, followed by Orisadipo Obasa in 1891. Sapara Williams became the first Lawyer in Nigeria in 1888. In 1893, Herbert Macaulay, a Yoruba man, became an Engineer and A. Agbebi followed in 1911.

(14) Earlier on a Primary School had been established in 1842 in Lagos by the Missionaries. The CMS Grammar School was established in Lagos in 1859 by T.B Macaulay who is the father of Herbert Macaulay. The Methodist Boys’ High School followed in 1876 and in 1879 Methodist Girls’ High School, 1881 St Gregory’s College, Lagos and in 1885 the Baptist Academy (see J.F. Ade Ajayi “The Development of Secondary Grammar School Education in Nigeria, pg 523.

(15) It also on account of such entrepreneurship backup with distinguished scholarship that the Yoruba established the first Television Station in Black Africa, the first five-star Hotel – Premier Hotel, Ibadan, first Stadium, first dualised Road – Mokola – to State Secretariat, Agodi, Ibadan, first Food Canning Industry, first Skyscrapper – Cocoa House, Ibadan, first farm settlement, First Free Primary Education, free Medical services for school children; all in the former Western Region of Nigeria under the premiership of Chief Obafemi Awolowo. The first African Bishop was Bishop Ajayi Crowther, who spoke twelve languages: English, Yoruba, Ibo, Hausa, Fulfulde (Fulani) Nupe, Kanuri etc, Bishop Ajayi Crowther discovered the first ever Igbo Alphabet ‘ISIOMA’ just as the first Newspaper to be published in Nigeria. These are just a few of the “firsts”.

(16) In summary, let it be stated that Nigeria, despite the multiplicity of its ethnicity has been together in harmony in spite of their heterogeneity. All of us leaders should guide against any utterance that can create an atmosphere of suspicion and rancor among the various ethnic compositions.

IKU BABA YEYE

Oba (Dr.) Lamidi Olayiwola Adeyemi III, JP. CFR, LLD, SAP, D.LLTS, DPA The Alaafin of Oyo and Permanent Chairman Oyo State Council of Obas and Chiefs Chancellor, University of Maiduguri, Borno State Chancellor, Crescent University, Abeokuta, Ogun State Pro-Chancellor, Keisie International University South Korea Nigeria, Ghana and Sierra Leone.

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Explaining The Great Replacement: The Communist Roots of Globalism

As I wrote in a previous piece for Republic Standard, the ultimate purge of the overt Philo-Semitism of the USSR did little to destroy the Bolshevist spirit. As a trans-national ideology propagated by a trans-national people, Count Richard von Coudenhove-Kalergi’s “third epoch of the new times: Socialism” is Rasputin-esque in its difficulty to kill—but, to reference Predator, “If it bleeds, we can kill it!”

When I wrote that the Bolshevist spirit had slipped loose and headed Westward, its chief ideological foes, the “liberal democracies,” are now held in thrall to what is, in essence, the same modus operandi whereas in the Eastern Bloc they are not. It’s a little difficult to pinpoint the exact moment when the old order began to give way because it was not a flash-event like the October Revolution, but even as the Cold War raged, despite the system of communism in place in the USSR and its allies and proxies, it was the West whose psyche had been colonized. The defeat of communism, while a great victory, was not the defeat of Bolshevism. We can see it in action right now in the implementation of the Kalergi Plan and the preeminence of globalism, with power increasingly concentrated in the hands of a small cabal bent on GLOBAL DOMINATION. This cabal, erroneously depicted as the “white male patriarchy” has a similar skin pigmentation, but to quote Kalergi:

The main representatives of the corrupt, as well as the upright brain aristocracy: of capitalism, journalism and the literate, are Jews. The superiority of their spirit predestines them to become a main factor of the future nobility. One look at the history of the Jewish people explains its lead in the struggle over the governance of humanity.

As the Jewish World itself declared: “Fundamentally Judaism is anti-Christian.” So, too, would be the Religion of Peace, whose adherents form the vanguard of the Hijrah to subjugate Christian Europe (or once-Christian Western Europe, more accurately) and its Western cousins. Both Jew and Moslem will, of course, look favorably upon the weakening of Christendom, for its ultimate colonization is each’s aim. The egalitarians, possessed with a similar hatred for the West, will join them advocating for the importation of as many alien peoples as possible, to drown the native populations in groups that simply do not share the same values and thus have no vested interest in protecting them. This is not uniformly true of non-whites, of course, but in poll after poll, example after example, a majority have proven to default to the strongman, the Oriental despot, the emir, or some variant. Liberal democracies or the American system of checks-and-balances and Enlightenment republicanism are of no interest to the average Pakistani or Gambian or Honduran.

Nor is an eight-hundred-year tradition of common law as in the United Kingdom, where the mess of competing ideologies—all trafficking in open borders—are beginning to slam headlong into each other with greater and greater force. Labour appears to be backing the Islamic horse, as our old friend Labour MP Naz Shah posted on Facebook that she had a ‘solution’ to the Palestinian-Israeli conflict:

"Relocate Israel into the United States…transportation costs will be less than three years of defense spending... problem solved."

And don’t forget about Jeremy Corbyn. Quoting Theodore Dalrymple:

In all the commentary about Corbyn’s anti-Semitism, real or feigned, no one seems to have noticed that anti-Semitism is perfectly logical for someone of Corbyn’s cast of mind. It has often been said that anti-Semitism is the socialism of fools; it would be more accurate to say that socialism is the anti-Semitism of intellectuals (at least in modern conditions). Anti-Semitism and socialism proceed along the same lines, using the same kind of presuppositions and evidence…No one can say for certain whether Labour Party leader Jeremy Corbyn’s anti-Semitism is a sincerely held prejudice or merely a matter of electoral calculation… But either way, his failure to condemn anti-Semitism in his own party, his penchant for consorting in friendly fashion with extremist anti-Zionists of genocidal instincts, and his defense of a mural depicting lupine Jewish bankers playing Monopoly on the backs of naked minorities are cause for anxiety among British Jews.

As I wrote in that earlier piece for Republic Standard, Judaism and Bolshevism, from Marx on down, are inextricably intertwined; Dalrymple makes the point that Corbyn’s brand of Leftism is inherently anti-Jewish, reminiscent of Larry David commissioning a symphony to serenade his Gentile wife with Wagner or something. As we saw with Barack Obama’s regime, espousing Leftist ideology doesn’t mean one has to kowtow to The Tribe. Obama (probably a Moslem) was aggressive in his efforts to minimize the reach of Israel. Yet his policies remained tethered to the socialism of Jewish origin. Similarly, Joseph Stalin, himself one-quarter Jewish, retained the system, more or less, that was responsible for so many atrocities against the Soviet population, including the Holodomor—itself twice as deadly as the high-death mark for the Holocaust (12 million versus 6 million), the product of yet another iteration of socialism. For all of his understanding of Judeo-Bolshevism, Hitler clearly wasn’t aware of the irony of using a modified system of it in the Third Reich. Wonders never cease.

Borrowing from Vicomte Leon De Poncins, with the rise of the Bolshevik regime:

The inward thought of Moscow (the Jews) indeed appears to be that for twenty centuries while humanity has been following Christ, it has been on the wrong word. It is now high time to correct this error of direction by creating a new moral code, a new civilization, founded on quite different principles (Talmudic Principles).

As W.E. Curtis wrote,

“The revolutionary leaders nearly all belong to the Jewish race, and the most effective revolutionary agency is the Jewish Bund.”

Half of the members of Lenin’s conference before the October Revolution were Jews, and four of the seven original members of the Politburo were Jews. The Jews were dramatically overrepresented in positions of intelligence gathering, senior roles in the Soviet, interrogators, and many other arms of the state. What’s more, roughly three-quarters of the Cheka were Jewish, and reports inform us that they were very careful to spare their brethren. Borrowing this vital calculation from Mosaisk.com:

If at the times of the Red Terror members of an ethnic group representing 80% of the population (Russians) were responsible for 30% of the terror, and in turn members of a group representing 1.8% of the population (Jews) were responsible for almost 40% of the Terror, then the following relation results:

÷ = 22.2 ÷ 0.375 = 59.26

This means that statistically, the Jews of the Soviet Union bear 59 times as much responsibility for the Red Terror per capita than the Russian population.

The Dutch ambassador to Russia, in 1918, wrote:

Unless Bolshevism is nipped in the bud immediately, it is bound to spread in one form or another over Europe and the whole world as it is organized and worked by Jews who have no nationality, and whose one object is to destroy for their own ends the existing order of things.

Not to continue to paw through the bones of the two World Wars, but it’s vital we understand that the lessons learned have been all the wrong ones. The past century has represented the fallout from Europe’s attempted suicide in the form of World War I, with no real winner other than the Jews, as Austrian ambassador Count Mensdorf gloated:

“Israel won the war (WW I); we made it; we thrived on it; we profited from it. It was our supreme revenge on Christianity.”

Millions of brave young men died for nothing, and the same dreadful march to oblivion was repeated just over two decades later. The peace has been kept since 1945, insofar as peace can be kept, by the United States effectively bankrolling the entire Western world’s defense budget, and that’s largely masked the fragility of our allies. The West bequeathed to the victors’ progeny is run by delusional and opportunistic globalists and frauds, intent, finally, on replacing the entire native European population as penance for all past misdeeds both real (yet exaggerated) and imagined.

The reverberations of World War II especially are still with us; so terrifying is the specter of Nazism, we are commanded to fear nationalism in even the most benign of manifestations—with one glaring exception. In our zeal to never allow the “selectively-remembered” atrocities of that particular war to happen again, we’ve seen vilified all Eurowestern national pride as the first step toward inevitable genocide. Given the prevalence of Cult-Marx post-modernism and deconstructionism in the academy, it’s little surprise the soil for this kind of thinking has proven so fertile. There’s more to it, certainly, but the intellectual groundwork had already been laid for the profoundly corrupting influence of this serpentine, shape-shifting Bolshevism, never allowing itself to be restricted by the borders of the nation-state. Mark Weber writes:

As an expression of its radically anti-nationalist character, the fledgling Soviet government issued a decree a few months after taking power that made anti-Semitism a crime in Russia. The new Communist regime thus became the first in the world to severely punish all expressions of anti-Jewish sentiment. Soviet officials apparently regarded such measures as indispensable. Based on careful observation during a lengthy stay in Russia, American-Jewish scholar Frank Golder reported in 1925 that “because so many of the Soviet leaders are Jews anti-Semitism is gaining [in Russia], particularly in the army [and] among the old and new intelligentsia who are being crowded for positions by the sons of Israel.”

Ideologically, there is no day-light between communism and Judaism, and not just because of the Jewish genesis of communism; as appeared in the Jewish World on February 9th, 1933:

“The great ideal of Judaism is that the whole world shall be imbued with Jewish teachings and that in a Universal Brotherhood of Nations—a greater Judaism in fact—all the separate races and religions shall disappear.”

This Brotherhood with no religion and “nothing to kill and die for” reminds me of both Lennon and Lenin, but Judaism, which is largely atheistic at this point anyway, would be the sole driver of the international super-state, so I guess it wouldn’t be all races and religions, just those that are outside Ashkenazim. As Count Richard von Coudenhove-Kalergi explicitly stated:

The man of the future will be a mongrel…The Eurasian-Negroid race of the future…will replace the diversity of peoples…Russian Bolshevism constitutes a decisive step towards this purpose, where a small group of Communist spiritual aristocrats governs the country…The prominent position held by the Jews these days is owed to their spiritual supremacy…Strength of character paired with sharpness of the mind predestinates the Jews in their most excellent specimen to become the leaders of urbane humanity.

The reason they are so insistent on erasing distinct races and nations is because these are obstacles to the globalist project. The methods and the end-game, just like communism, are the same. As Winston Churchill wrote in 1920, Bolshevism is:

[A] worldwide conspiracy for the overthrow of civilization and for the reconstitution of society on the basis of arrested development, of envious malevolence, and impossible equality.

He continued:

There is no need to exaggerate the part played in the creation of Bolshevism and in the actual bringing about of the Russian Revolution by these international and for the most part atheistical Jews. It is certainly a very great one; it probably outweighs all others. With the notable exception of Lenin, the majority of the leading figures are Jews. Moreover, the principal inspiration and driving power come from the Jewish leaders. Thus Tchitcherin, a pure Russian, is eclipsed by his nominal subordinate, Litvinoff, and the influence of Russians like Bukharin or Lunacharski cannot be compared with the power of Trotsky, or of Zinovieff, the Dictator of the Red Citadel (Petrograd), or of Krassin or Radek—all Jews. In the Soviet institutions, the predominance of Jews is even more astonishing. And the prominent, if not indeed the principal, part in the system of terrorism applied by the Extraordinary Commissions for Combatting Counter-Revolution [the Cheka] has been taken by Jews, and in some notable cases by Jewesses.

Leftists and socialists can balk and shout all they want that wealth redistribution and central planning are necessary to furthering equality, but there is absolutely nothing in recorded history that would suggest the stated utopian aims would not be be-deviled by basic human instincts, and this is accepting their claims at face value before considering that there might be ulterior motives, which frankly we know there are. The genealogy of Marxism, including the present Cultural Marxist paradigm, is but one vehicle to exert power and control. It does not, however, need to stay confined to that one particular ideology. Take it away, Vladimir Jabotinsky:

[We have] the power of political pressure. We Jews are the most powerful people on earth, because we have this power, and we know how to apply it.

Where had I heard something like this before? Ah yes, Israeli journalist Arieh Shavit:

We believe with absolute certitude right now, with the White House in our hands, the Senate in our hands, and the New York Times in our hands, the lives of others do not count the same way as our own.

That’s not a very egalitarian outlook—I thought it was virtually criminal for people to pursue the interests and advancement of their own people? The good news for the globalist-minded Jews is that, by playing multiple “games,” they, of course, enhance their chances of winning, but there is also a greater chance of blow-back or of there being unintended consequences.

In the interests of eliminating Christendom’s ability to resist its own colonization and eventual erasure, the importation of millions of Muslims, who are dead-set on subjugating if not destroying both of their long-standing Abrahamic enemies as foot-soldiers, is vital. It’s a significant gamble, however, and anti-Semitic attacks are spiking across Europe. The Muslims have their own designs, and they do not include domination by the Jews. What we have here are several competing ideologies (and we shouldn’t forget the “Chamber of Commerce” hyper-capitalists as another key player) with significant overlap, each trying to use each other, or at least take advantage of the opportunities the others create, and what’s resulted is that they’ve created a winner-take-all set of conditions with the future of the West entirely up for grabs.

Which horse will you back? I shall give you a little “insider baseball” on who I’m “with” (and it’s not Her): Let us not forget our history. A conquering army will always be felled by a people defending their home, no matter how crudely-outfitted and ramshackle because they are fighting for the very survival of all they hold dear. Alexander the Great, the USSR, the United States—none could bring the mighty Pashtun warrior to heel for this very reason.

The entire world is aligned against us, and yet we still have a puncher’s chance. Good thing I like to fight.

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Spoiler-Free Star Wars: The Last Jedi Reviews: Is the Movie Worthy of Empire Strikes Back Comparisons?

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Spoiler-Free Star Wars: The Last Jedi Reviews: Is the Movie Worthy of Empire Strikes Back Comparisons?

In the end, Star Wars: The Final Jedi is in theaters.

The movie picks up instantly after J.J. Abrams‘ 2015 blockbuster, Star Wars: The Power Awakens. Written and directed by Rian Johnson, the sequel stars John Boyega as Finn, Gwendoline Christie as Captain Phasma, Anthony Daniels as C-3PO, Benicio Del Toro as DJ, Adam Driver as Kylo Ren, Laura Dern as Vice Admiral Amilyn Holdo, Carrie Fisher Princess Leia Organa, Domhnall Gleeson as Basic Hux, Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker, Oscar Isaac as Poe Dameron, Billie Lourd as Lieutenant Connix, Lupita Nyong’o as Maz Kanata, Mike Quinn as Nien Nunb, Daisy Ridley as Rey, Timothy D. Rose as Admiral Ackbar, Andy Serkis as Supreme Chief Snoke, Joonas Suotamo as Chewbacca, Kelly Marie Tran as Rose Tico and Jimmy Vee as R2-D2. Lucasfilm president Kathleen Kennedy produced the film with Ram Bergman, whereas Abrams, who will return to helm 2019’s Star: Wars Episode IX, served as an govt producer.

With out spoiling something, here’s what eight critics are saying in regards to the film:

• “If having pure enjoyable at a Star Wars film is incorrect, I do not need to be proper. So for me, The Final Jedi falls proper behind The Empire Strikes Again and perhaps the unique movie in offering the thrills and the heartbreak, the heroism and villainy, and the romance and betrayal that makes these movies such a deal with even for these of us who cannot identify all of the planets or the alien species and even the Empire’s flunkies. (Sorry, the First Order’s flunkies.) And make no mistake: That is an entertaining chapter, however it additionally options loss and sacrifice and devastating penalties,” The Wrap’s Alonso Duralde writes. Whereas just a few scenes might “ring acquainted,” he says, the accusations of The Power Awakens being a redo of the primary Star Wars movie from 1977 “cannot be leveled right here.”

• “The Final Jedi is Driver’s to rule as a lot as Power Awakens was Ridley’s, and he is superior in it—Kylo is blockbuster cinema’s most magnetic and unpredictable antagonist since Heath Ledger‘s Darkish Knight Joker,” USA At the moment‘s Brian Truitt writes. “Simply pretty much as good is the unique Star Wars hero: Hamill lends gravitas, heat, energy and even humility to previous Luke in a memorable efficiency.” The film’s momentum stalls at instances, however it’ll nonetheless go away followers wanting extra. “The sacrifices all pack a intestine punch, the house battles and motion scenes are killer—one battle that includes Driver and Ridley is a Star Wars all-timer,” he says. Maybe better of all, Johnson infuses “extra trendy hilarity and occasional quirkiness” than earlier Star Wars films have.

• Calling the film “merely stupendous,” Rolling Stone‘s Peter Travers writes, “The Star Wars universe is the perfect toy field a fanboy may ever want for, and Johnson makes certain that Jedi is bursting on the seams with knockout enjoyable surprises, marvelous journey and surprising revelations that can go away your head spinning. Even these few jaded doubters, those nonetheless reeling from the disastrous trilogy of prequels perpetrated by George Lucas, will roar like Wookies and holler, ‘Holy s–t!'” Living proof: “Simply once you assume you already know the place this film goes, Johnson pulls the rug out from underneath you,” he writes. Although it is “just too lengthy” and “generally too rattling a lot,” the director in some way “balances the skyrocketing motion with tender feeling retains you emphatically within the sport. The actors are stellar in massive roles and small.”

• Leisure Weekly‘s Chris Nashawaty argues that the movie “drags an excessive amount of” within the center. “Someplace within the movie’s 152-minute working time is an incredible 90-minute film,” he writes, noting that “the second act will get just a little bloated and unwieldy.” Hamill “provides the one greatest appearing efficiency of his profession,” whereas relative newcomers Boyega and Isaac “appear to be sidelined or caught in idle for lengthy stretches. Sadly for the way forward for the franchise, it is the previous faces that present essentially the most poignant moments.” The movie has its “flaws,” however Johnson pulls it off in the long run. “The climactic final 45 minutes of the movie is as thrilling and spectacular as something Star Wars has ever given us. There are cool, mythic hand-to-hand battles, breathtaking aerial sequences, and one mano a mano showdown that is as epic as something Sergio Leone ever dreamed up,” he writes. And the movie “ends on a notice that feels…simply…proper.”

• The New York Instances‘ Manohla Dargis calls the movie “satisfying, at instances transporting leisure. Remarkably, it has visible wit and a human contact, no small achievement for a seemingly indestructible machine that revved up 40 years in the past and exhibits no indicators of sputtering out (ever).” However, with so many characters, the plot is tangled. “Like most up to date motion flicks, this one roughly performs out as a succession of fights, chases and time outs…throughout two or extra plot strains.” Finally that is happening, Driver nonetheless “delivers a startlingly uncooked efficiency.” The conclusion that that is Fisher’s ultimate look in Star Wars “imparts actual melancholy to a sequence that from its begin has been outlined, if not at all times comfortably, by loss.”

• “Many of the new characters may use extra heft, objective and edge to their personalities, and they generally tend to show up hither and yon with out a lot of a clue how they bought there; drawing a geographical map of their actions would create an impenetrable community of strains,” The Hollywood Reporter‘s Todd McCarthy writes. “However there is a pervasive freshness and enthusiasm to Johnson’s strategy that retains the pic, and with it the franchise, alive, and that’s little question what issues most.” The film “has the determined really feel of a passing-of-the-torch from one set of characters, and actors, to the following,” he writes. And that’s “typically pleasing, even because it generally strains to search out helpful and/or attention-grabbing issues for a few of its characters to do.”

• “Fisher does not get as many massive moments as you’d hope for—most likely as a result of the filmmakers have been holding off for the trilogy’s ultimate movie, which was meant to be her showcase. (The primary was Harrison Ford‘s, this one Hamill’s.) However it’s transferring to listen to her soulful croak for the final time,” Vulture’s David Edelstein writes. “It took 40 years, however she and Leia lastly merged.” Ridley’s Rey is “much more interesting” than she was in the Power Awakens—”plucky, steadfast, doggedly decided to search out her place within the cosmos.” However it’s truly Driver’s Kylo Ren “who ranks with cinema’s most fascinating human monsters.” As Edelstein notes, “There’s quite a lot of sleight-of-hand concerned in making you assume that the plot is transferring ahead as an alternative of in circles.” However, for all its flaws, it is “shockingly good.” In reality, he writes, “The thrill outweigh the downers tenfold.”

• “Though The Final Jedi meets a comparatively excessive normal for franchise filmmaking, Johnson’s effort is finally a disappointment. If something, it demonstrates simply how efficient supervising producer Kathleen Kennedy and the forces that oversee this now Disney-owned property are at molding their particular person administrators’ visions into supporting a unified company aesthetic—a course of that chewed up and spat out helmers equivalent to Colin Trevorrow, Gareth Edwards, Phil Lord and Christopher Miller,” Selection‘s Peter Debruge writes. “However Johnson was both sturdy sufficient or weak sufficient to adapt to such pressures, and the result’s the longest and least important chapter within the sequence.” It is “entertaining,” and to its credit score, “ladies mainly run the present this time round.” However, “audiences may presumably skip this movie and present up for Episode IX with out experiencing the slightest confusion as to what occurred within the interim.”

Star Wars: The Final Jedi is rated PG-13.