#yes there are 23 stab wounds

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Happy Pride! One of the genderbendy stories, please? Lady Mo, maybe?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40

Xuanyu groans and rolls her eyes when Lan Wangji insists on treating her wounds before they continue, but apparently decides she's tested his patience enough for one evening because she says, "Fine," and and begins to untie her robe.

He steps closer and grabs her wrists. "What are you doing?"

She looks up at him and this close he can see the exhaustion lingering in her dark eyes. "You just said you wanted to bandage me up before we left again!"

"You cannot undress in front of," he gestures around them.

She frowns, following his hand, and then looks down at herself. "Oh. Right, forgot that mattered now." He quirks an eyebrow and she blinks, face going a shade paler before she pastes a too wide smile across her face. "Okay, well, the carriage then?" She doesn't wait for him to answer, instead raising her voice to shout, "Sizhui, make sure our guests get something to eat before we get moving."

"Yes, Lady Xuanyu," Sizhui says, more formerly than he would normally, but Sizhui takes after him in that he tends to fall back on formality when he's feeling out of sorts.

Lan Wangji sighs and leads her to the carriage with a hand on the small of her back. His instinct is to grab her arm and drag her there, but she gets squirmy and argumentative, and he's had quite enough of both.

She hops into the carriage, only wincing at little at the sudden motions, and he follows her in, setting down the supplies he'd grabbed and then closing the doors firmly behind them.

"It's really not that bad," she says as she undoes her robes and slides them down her shoulders. "We'll have time to bathe when we arrive at Koi Tower and I could have just cleaned them there. They don't really need bandages."

He ignores her and doesn't let his eyes linger on her breasts even as he gets flash of memory of closing his lips around a small, dark nipple and biting, his tongue running the indents his teeth had left in soft flesh.

"You didn't need to go running off alone," he says, hoping it's dark enough that she doesn't see the flush he can feel crawling up his neck.

She scoffs as he presses a damp cloth against the stab wound between her shoulder and collarbone, cleaning away the tacky blood. "Song Lan needed help and he's my friend."

Lan Wangji wants to ask once again how in the world she knew were Xiao Xingchen was, how she'd been able to lead Song Lan right to him, but one issue at a time. "You could have told us that and we would have helped."

"Uh huh," she says.

He presses down harder than he'd intended and she hisses in pain. He pulls back, grudgingly admitting to himself that she was right. The wound has already closed and the bruises covering her chest have turned a sickly yellow, looking days old rather than hours. He's never seen anyone improve a golden core so quickly before, especially using such dubious methods.

He doesn't want to say the wrong thing, so he gives himself time to gather his thoughts as he wrings out the cloth. "We are not the Mo. Or the Jin."

"Uh, yeah? I noticed," she answers, pulling her robes open even wider to reveal even more bruised skin and the curved slice around her right hip.

"Have you," he asks quietly, keeping his touch gentle as he cleans the blood from thigh. "You are not - you don't have to," he stops, taking a deep breath and pausing his motions so he doesn't accidentally hurt her again. "You are not required to tell me anything that you don't want me to know. However. I am your husband."

"I noticed that too," she says, voice coming out low, and Lan Wangji does not allow himself to be distracted by the fact that he's kneeling over his mostly naked wife, her body small and soft and strong, evening bleeding and bruised.

"Then you should act like it," he returns, and odd reversal of their argument after the waterfall. "In the Lan you are not a bastard daughter but my legitimate wife. If you'd told me you wished to assist Song Lan, I would have helped you, and others would have volunteered to accompany us. You would not have needed to go alone. "

Xuanyu glares at him, somehow even more compelling with the anger brightening her eyes. "I was fine alone. I didn't need you."

"This is not about needing," he says softly, "but about having. Whether you need me or not is irrelevant. You have me. Next time I hope you remember that."

He ties her inner robe together before jumping out of the carriage, leaving her to redress herself. He feels the weight of her gaze on him, but she doesn't say anything.

Lan Wangi sighs, rubbing at his forehead. He drops into the seat next to his brother, noting Sizhui and Jingyi sitting at the same table as their guests and insistently putting more and more food on their plates over their protests. Well, Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen's protests. A-Qing seems quite happy to eat everything put in front of her.

Xichen raises an eyebrow.

"How long did it take Jin Guangyao to trust you?" he asks impulsively, regretting asking almost as soon as it's out of his mouth.

Xichen sighs, "Oh, Wangji," and doesn't answer.

[a-vessels-thoughts]

Another talent swap drabble.

Mukuro could barely keep track of Makoto as he dodged and ducked through Hiro's punches. Even when he stood in place, his form turned hazy, like distortion on a camera.

Mukuro could only watch in awe, observing a battle many could only dream of, and many more would pay with their own limbs for. She could see Kyoko using her analyst Talent, and Chihiro writing down in her notebook.

"Makoto will lose. This type of fight doesn't suit his Talent," Kyoko drawled, then turned her attention elsewhere, acting as if the fight had already ended. Maybe, in her eyes, it did.

Chihiro didn't answer, and neither did Mukuro, although she had her questions. Hiro was strong, yes, but he couldn't land a single punch, how could he win?

With one punch seemed to be the answer.

Makoto flew across the gym, body hitting the padded wall loudly. Mondo cursed but didn't follow. Instead, he turned his attention to Hiro, who was laughing at his victory.

"Wow, little dude, that was funner than I thought it would be! You're pretty good at this." He put his hands behind his head, trying to play it off, but Mukuro could see the bruises, and the... blood? How was he bleeding? Neither of them used weapons...

The SHSL nurse said the same thing, although Mondo used far more curses than Mukuro did. She still couldn't get over how someone as scary as him was a nurse...

Or how he wasn't paying attention to Makoto at all! Seeing as he focused on Hiro more, Mukuro ran to Makoto's side, hands floating uselessly as he rubbed the back of his head. He flinched when he noticed her but smiled all the same.

"Oh, don't worry, he didn't punch that hard," makoto laughed it off, but mukuro found herself stunned.

"Didn't punch that hard?! YOU WERE LAUNCHED ACROSS THE ENTIRE GYM!" She screamed, and Makoto flinched again. Mukuro was too panicked to notice it, "How could-"

"Chill, chick. Bro is just like that." Mondo pulled her away with a single hand on her shoulder, deceptively gentle. "I've never met someone more hard to kill than this piece of shit."

Makoto, of all responses, blushed at that remark, "I'm not that hard to kill!"

"23 stab wounds," Mondo deadpanned. Mukuro died inside a little.

"Only half were fatal!" Makoto said, thinking that was a proper defense. Mukuro died inside a lot.

Known swaps

Mukuro Ikusaba: SHSL Luck

Makoto Naegi: SHSL Assassin

Yasuhiro Hagakure: SHSL Martial Artist

Kyoko Kirigiri: SHSL Analyst

Chihiro Fujisaki: SHSL Writer

Mondo Owada: SHSL Nurse

Mukuro's sense of normalcy kills itself every time Makoto opens his mouth.

[simply-whump]

The Starry Love (星落凝成糖) - Whump List

Whumpee : Xuan Shang Playes by Chen Xing Xu and Chao Feng played by Luke Chen

Synopsis : The queen of the human tribe gave birth to twin girls. Respected by the entire tribe, the older sister Qing Kui, who is gentle and kind, is betrothed to the heavenly prince. The younger sister, Ye Tan, smart and cunning, shunned by her own people, is betrothed to the demon prince. Due to a mix-up, the two sisters are married off to the wrong husbands. It paves the way for two beautiful romances and also ignites a conspiracy that shakes the four realms. (MDL)

Genres : Romance, Comedy, Wuxia, Fantasy, Historical

Note : I also made an edit on my youtube channel for this drama. You can watch it >> HERE

Warning ! Possible spoilers below !

Xuan Shang

Ep 1-7 : None

Ep 8 : Has nightmares (comedic)

Ep 9 : None

Ep 10 : Gets his emotions back — Ready to sacrifice himself

Ep 11 : Going to sacrifice himself, entering some kind of dangerous magical whirlpool, cut by debris — Using a lot of power, hit several times by some dark magic, bleeding from the mouth, grunting in pain — Hit by more magic

Ep 12 : Hit/stabbed by magic, dies?, letting the evil escape, concern for him, wakes up — Fighting while injured, bleeding from the mouth, collapses, concern for him, speaking weakly, passes out (I think… Why must he keep his eyes open???) — Unconscious, treated with magic with no success, his immortal soul disappeared and he is going to die, concern for him —Dies/disappears 

Ep 13 : His soul was split into three

Ep 14 : None

Ep 15 : Egg and pot thrown at his face, bleeding

Ep 16 : None

Ep 17 : Attacked, stabbed in the chest, thrown to the ground — Absorbing some dangerous power, struggling, bleeding, caught in an explosion, on the floor shaken, stands up and continues to absorb the power

Ep 18 : Lying on the ground unconscious, concern for him, wakes up

Ep 19 : Kicked, pinned to the ground (comedic)

Ep 20 : None

Ep 21 : Hit by magic, falls to the ground, concern for him — Worried for someone — Worried, crying

Ep 22 : Kicked (comedic) — Beaten up, given a magical chaste belt that will tighten and give him pain every time he thinks about having a love affair (comedic) — Belt tightens, in pain 

Ep 23-24 : None

Ep 25 : His soul that was split into three is reunited, resurrected

Ep 26-28 : None

Ep 29 : Imprisoned, concern for him, pretending to be cold

Ep 30 : Worried for someone, using a lot of power to break out of prison, struggling, struck by lightning multiple times, bleeding from the mouth, concern for him — Lying on the ground heavily wounded, gets up, struck by lightning, using more power, struggling, finally manages to break out of prison, blood on his clothes — Hit by magic, falls to the ground, concern for him, helped to stand up, in pain — Helped to walk, collapses

Ep 31 : Still injured and bloody, healing himself 

Ep 32-34 : None

Ep 35 : Restrained by magic, in pain, concern for him, worried for someone — In pain, passes out

Ep 36 : Unconscious in bed, memories wiped out, coughing, wakes up

Ep 37 : None

Ep 38 : Spits blood, gets his memories back

Ep 39 : Worried for someone, goes into a dangerous magical whirlpool 

Ep 40 : Struggling inside a dangerous magic whirlpool, attacked by black magic from everywhere, cuts on his body, spits blood, struggling — Protecting someone, in pain, concern for him, worried for someone, crying — Healed with magic

Chao Feng

Ep 1 : Fighting, hit, thrown against a wall

Ep 2 : None

Ep 3 : Pretending to be drunk

Ep 4 : Fighting, hit, thrown to the ground

Ep 5 : Hit multiple times in the face and stomach (on purpose), bruises on his face — Pretend to be more hurt than he is

Ep 6 : Chained, manhandled, choked, coughing, red bruises on his neck

Ep 7 : Pretending to be injured

Ep 8 : Poison thrown at his face making his skin green (comedic) — Skin completely green

Ep 9-16 : None

Ep 17 : Crying

Ep 19 : Tied up, trapped

Ep 20 : Still tied up and trapped

Ep 21 : Still tied up and trapped — Freed — Fighting, restrained by magic, in pain — Worried for someone, forced to take a pill (poison) that will seal his powers, concern for him — Crying

Ep 22 : Stabbed in the chest, collapses, crying — Feverish, looked after

Ep 23 : Using his sealed powers, poisoned, black veins on his neck, hit by magic, spits blood, concern for him, poison spreading, dying, helped to walk

Ep 24 : Unconscious, treated with magic, poison slowed

Ep 25 : Wakes up in bed, black veins on his arm

Ep 26 : None

Ep 27 : Ready to sacrifice himself, choked, thrown to the ground — Imprisoned, crying

Ep 28-34 : None

Ep 35 : Restrained by magic, in pain, concern for him, worried for someone, crying, desperate, screaming, passes out

Ep 36 : in prison, unconscious, wakes up, weak, thrown to the ground by magic, kicked, hit several times with a chain, choked, thrown around, spits blood, crying — Tied, tortured, spitting blood, freed — Fighting, hit, falls to the ground

Ep 37-38 : None

Ep 39 : Wakes up startled

Ep 40 : None

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Major ACOC Spoilers

so, there are a few posts out there pointing out two math errors in acoc ep9 - Liam’s damage to Ciabatta being miscounted as 67 instead of 77, and Jet’s riposte for 13 damage not hitting Ciabatta when it should’ve. this is true. this might lead one to wonder, “well, if those extra 23 points of damage were counted, would Ciabatta be dead? would Jet have lived?”

I wanna clear things up for all of yall who are watching ACOC for the first time after the ravening war, so i did the math (under the cut) by counting his hp in the finale as he took damage.

Ciabatta had 118 hp

it wouldn’t have made a difference. if both errors were fixed and he was dealt the full 77 + 13, he’s still walking out of there with 28 hp.

to be clear: absolutely no shade on the intrepid heroes/brennan. no one clown on this post about whether they should’ve done this or that. it was 3am in a warehouse in Hollywood on a wicked messed up shooting schedule. Jet’s death was a beautiful, emotional scene, and it’d be weird and narratively dissonant to go back and redo it bc some math was wrong.

i did this math bc my logic brain just needs to know how the numbers do for my own personal peace of mind. given the several other posts I’ve seen trying to calculate this same thing, others have the same problem. so. enjoy.

Ciabatta doesn’t physically appear in the finale until pt 2

“The last Ceresian force musters, appears at the front of the wall with Imperator Ciabatta” is at 1:33:00ish

first damage done to him is by Saccharina, when she Cone of Colds his whole force in front of the castle for 41 damage (1:37:08). it hits him and the forces he was leading, and they do not save for half.

after that we have this exchange:

Zac: Ciabatta's-

Brennan: Ciabatta is still very much alive.

Emily: Okay. He's very much alive though, he's doing really well?

Brennan: Yes.

Emily: Okay. Then just to fuck with him, I'm gonna fire breathe on him.

and she does. Cinnamon uses his breath weapon to deal 57 damage, demolishing the rest of the forces

Brennan: He does not save for half. He goes from looking wounded but okay to injured, badly injured.

then of course the final damage is done by Ruby w the water-steel dagger

Siobhan: It's 4d6.

Brennan: 4d6, he just rolled a natural 4 on his Constitution save.

Siobhan: Great, it's actually three Constitution saves. It's 12.

Brennan: 12 damage, but you also add your sneak Attack.

Ally: Oh!

Brennan: Yeah.

Siobhan: 12, 14, 16.

Brennan: More than 20?

Siobhan: Yeah.

Brennan: Standing in the burned and frozen remains of his soldiers, what happens to Imperator Ciabatta?

[as a 7th lvl rogue, Ruby has 4d6 sneak attack dice]

so, presumably, Ciabatta had 20 hp left before being stabbed.

41 + 57 + 20 = 118

now, I highlighted those exchanges for a reason. It is technically possible that Brennan was using a similar mechanic for Ciabatta leading his troops as the PCs leading theirs- being attacked as a troop by another troop does deal the commander as an individual some of the damage, but not all. so, the Cone of Cold may not have dealt all 41 points of damage to him. here’s how he’s described after the Cone of Cold

“very much alive” “doing really well”

after breath weapon “He goes from looking wounded but okay to injured, badly injured“

so it is possible that the Cone of Cold did not do full damage bc of troop mechanics. however. personally I feel like since Saccharina is not attacking as a troop but as an individual (with a dragon), it’s not troop v troop action.

fun fact: Saccharina’s breath weapon attack + Ruby’s finishing blow is 77 damage - the same amount of damage Liam (should have) done to Ciabatta in episode 9 (that didn’t take him down)

so as long as Saccharina’s Cone of Cold did more than 13 damage [Jet’s riposte] to Ciabatta (which I’d fucking think it would even w very unlikely troop mechanics), then it wouldn’t have made any difference.

and bc we know he took at the very least a non-zero amount of damage from the Cone of Cold (“wounded but okay”), nothing would’ve saved Jet. the other assassins had already hit, and even with the math fixed on Liam’s damage 77 would never have taken him down. the only difference even possible is that her 13 damage riposte might’ve downed him, but even that is extremely unlikely - Ciabatta would’ve had to take less than half damage from Cone of Cold, and he did not save.

[akashigadabi]

Soft Yandere AFO x Consenting GN Reader Story Masterlist

(Updated in real time as needed)

Last updated 03/15/23—more updates pending.

Last updated 03/17/23–more updates pending.

Last updated 03/21/23

Last Updated 6/14/23–Happy Pride

Dance With The Devil & Captivate His Heart—Find the entire series (same Reader, not in chronological order) on Ao3 here.

There’ll Be Hell To Pay — After you come home in tears with a visible bruise on your cheek, All For One comforts you and promises to “take care” of the offender. Tumblr. Ao3.

A Giver, A Taker — All For One showers you in gifts on a regular basis, but today he has a special gift for you. It’s not something you’re expecting, nor is it as sweet and innocent as it seems. Tumblr. Ao3.

Not Even Bleach Can Save It — Some things not even bleach can save. Especially with this much blood involved. Tumblr. Ao3.

Messes Happen — Sometimes messes happen, even with someone as meticulous as All For One involved. Tumblr. Ao3.

Spicy Alphabet Soup with All For One — NSFT Alphabet, All For One Edition™️. Aka a complete version of the NSFT Alphabet for All For One. An account of his sinful nature from A-Z. Tumblr. Ao3.

Blood Debt — Betrayal strikes you when you least expect it, resulting in you receiving a stab wound before you manage to escape. Suffice to say that neither you nor All For One feel particularly forgiving of the perpetrator. Tumblr. Tumblr. Ao3.

Heartsong — It’s late, and you’re listening to All For One’s heartbeat in the darkness and silence of your room. Tumblr. Ao3.

Starfall — While stargazing with All For One, you see a falling star. Tumblr. Ao3.

Lovebug — After a shit day, you just need All For One to hold you. Tumblr. Ao3.

Homebody — All For One asks you to move in with him. You say yes. Tumblr. Ao3.

Healthy Admiration (Thirst and Elation)— An arrogant young yakuza leader insults and threatens you, and All For One reacts as poorly as expected. Tumblr. Ao3.

Talk Shit Get Hit (aka A Fatal Accusation)— You just got off the clock, so you exit the bar to go home, only to get harassed by a drunk man who knows one of your most carefully guarded secrets: your romantic and sexual relationship with All For One. Consequences follow. Tumblr. Ao3.

In the Care of a Demon King — You fall ill and forget to check in with All For One, who rushes home to take care of you. Tumblr. Ao3.

A Is For Aphrodisiacs—All For One obtains a Quirk with an aphrodisiac effect and he wants the two of you to try it out. Suffice to say that things get a bit out of hand. Tumblr. Ao3.

B Is For [Redacted]— [Pending] Tumblr. Ao3.

C Is For Cockwarming— All For One wants to try cockwarming and you’re more than happy to oblige. The thing is, he miscalculated how well he can handle it, which is not well at all. Tumblr. Ao3.

The Villain You Don’t See— Villains are a bit like velociraptors. The Villain that goes unseen is the one everyone should worry about. Someone probably should have warned All Might about this before he personally offends you by half-killing your husband. Or: All Might, the number one hero, is searching for a successor to pass on the legacy of One For All. Unluckily for him, his greatest enemies—including the furious spouse of the man he maimed—are more than aware of this fact. Tumblr. Ao3.

This One Sparks Joy— Slice of life snippets of Reader, All For One, and their family. <3 Fluff prompts for the soul :) All snippets are between 100 and 1000 words but no more. Enjoy~ Tumblr. Ao3.

Darling’s First Body — When you dirty your hands for the first time, you’re not sure what to do with the mess after the fact. Luckily, you know someone who does. Tumblr. Ao3.

Light So Bright —

Sun Kissed—

Doppelgänger —

Caffeinated—

Little Dragon —

Tongue-tied —

[negative-speedforce]

make your OCs suffer ask game for Jay, Jessi, Cassandra, and Onnie #s 2, 3, 6, 7, 15, 23, & 25 :)

2: How much death and/or destruction have they wrought?

Jay: Unsurprisingly, not that much. He WILL kill if he has to, do not underestimate him with that, but he tries at almost all costs to avoid it.

Jessi: Most of the death and destruction she's caused has been indirect, as she prefers to live a life of leisure and send other people to do her dirty work. However, she has, in the past, forced several people to shoot or stab themselves using her hypnotic powers, if they choose to betray her, and has started multiple gang wars with high casualties on both sides.

Cassandra: A lot. As the leader of a CIA strike force, she's toppled governments and started civil wars, assassinated influential people, and caused all kinds of world chaos just for her job.

Onnie: Surprisingly, not that much. Their dad keeps her destructive impulses reined in most of the time, however, if you get on their bad side and Eobard has no qualms about her killing you, you and your entire family will die, slowly and painfully. There is no escape.

3: Do they try to prevent unnecessary suffering?

Jay: Absolutely. That's his #2 goal, after keeping Cassandra and his team safe.

Jessi: Somewhat, but only because she doesn't exactly feel like cleaning up those messes.

Cassandra: When she's able to. However, sometimes, she has to make a hard decision, and a lot of people have to suffer because of it.

Onnie: Not at all. In fact, they'd like to cause more suffering, if Eobard would let her.

6: How far would they go to save someone they love? Would they sacrifice themselves? Others?

Jay: May be a cinnamon roll, but he takes no shit. He will burn every bridge and cross any line just to save someone he loves. This may or may not be caused by trauma from Gina's death and Siv's subsequent erasure from the timeline.

Jessi: Doesn't really have anyone she 'loves' left. However, she would do anything short of dying to get her little sister away from Eobard because she KNOWS he's influencing her in the wrong way.

Cassandra: She would sacrifice herself to save someone she loves, but she won't go as far as to sacrifice innocent civilians, unless that was literally the only way.

Onnie: Doesn't really care about anyone anymore. It's more, "better them than me" at this point.

7: What's their pain tolerance?

Jay: Due to living with chronic pain for several years, Jay's pain tolerance is ridiculously high, as in "can pull a bullet out of his own flesh and suture up the wound without screaming".

Jessi: Quite low, like "stubbing her toe has her screaming and crying for several minutes".

Cassandra: Not too high, but definitely above average. Like "doesn't wince when she bashes her elbow into a door". However, after losing her arm, it goes down slightly, because the mortal body can only handle so much pain and having what's left of her right arm transformed into crystal is, surprisingly, painful.

Onnie: Very high, due to the gruesome training they had to endure in order to hone her abilities. Nowhere near Jay's though.

15: How do they kill? Do they try to minimize suffering?

Jay: Yes, if he has to kill someone, he tries to make it quick and painless

Jessi: She prefers her kills to not be messy. If there's a way to kill someone that won't make a mess, but kills them slowly and painfully, she'll go with that instead.

Cassandra: When she can. She prefers it if the person she has to kill doesn't suffer, but understands that sometimes, that's not an option.

Onnie: Not really. If they think a person deserves to suffer, they are going to suffer. However, most of the time, Eobard doesn't let her play with her prey.

23: Do they enjoy the feel of hot blood on their skin?

Jay: Absolutely not.

Jessi: No, it's bad for her skin.

Cassandra: Not really (but kinda)

Onnie: Will say they don't, but she actually does

25: Have they tore someone to shreds with their bare hands? With their teeth?

Jay: No, but he would if he had to, in order to protect someone he loved

Jessi: No, too messy lol

Cassandra: No, but would do it if she had to

Onnie: Not "to shreds", but they've definitely torn someone apart with their bare hands.

[offender42085]

Post 691

Zachary Budrow, Washington inmate 422259, born 1998, incarceration intake at age 18, sentenced to 12 years, release date not available

A Vancouver man who stabbed his roommate and planned to kill her and another woman he previously dated was sentenced Friday to 12 years in prison.

Zachary Mitchell Budrow, 21, pleaded guilty in connection with the May 23, 2018, attack.

In addition to his prison sentence to one count of domestic violence attempted first-degree murder, Budrow will serve three years of community custody. He also must undergo a mental health evaluation and anger management treatment.

The prosecution had recommended a 20-year sentence, the high end of the standard sentencing range of 15 to 20 years. However, the plea agreement allowed for the defense to argue for a lesser sentence.

Senior Deputy Prosecutor Anna Klein told the court she has serious concerns for community safety when Budrow is released. She said Budrow had told law enforcement that he felt anger toward women, had thought about killing people and compared himself with serial killers.

Budrow was arrested the morning of May 23, 2018, when police found him wielding a knife, standing in the backyard of one victim’s home, according to a probable cause affidavit.

He and the first victim, who was his roommate, went for a drive from Portland and ended up at McKenzie Stadium in Vancouver. That’s where the woman “exited the vehicle and was followed by Zachary who then stabbed her twice before fleeing,” the affidavit says. She suffered stab wounds to her back.

When the woman was released from the hospital, she said in a second interview with police that Budrow was making death threats during the drive. He even stopped to buy cigarettes so she could have one last smoke before she died, the court document states.

Budrow then drove to the home of the other woman, whom he had previously dated, where he confronted the residents, telling them he’d stabbed someone. He smiled, displayed a knife and threw it on the ground toward three people, according to the affidavit.

On Friday, Klein told the court that after Budrow stabbed the first victim once, he said he knew he had already crossed the line. He needed to see it through, he told the victim, so he stabbed her again.

That victim told the court she doesn’t expect people to understand what she went through. She said she wants to help Budrow and didn’t want him to go to prison.

“I wish it didn’t happen,” she said. She told the judge that she forgives Budrow and hopes he can forgive himself.

The other victim’s father told the court that if Budrow is released, his daughter feels it will be necessary to move from her childhood home. He said that although he’s impressed with the other woman’s willingness to set aside what happened, he believes Budrow is a threat to others.

Defense attorney Jon McMullen said Budrow was not diagnosed with a mental health condition that rose to a true legal defense. He added, however, that Budrow does have mental health issues, because “none of this makes any sense.” McMullen said the state wouldn’t be asking that Budrow undergo a mental health evaluation and treatment if there wasn’t a problem.

He also raised Budrow’s youth as a mitigating factor and said before this incident, Budrow had not been in trouble.

“It’s one of the oddest cases, your honor, I’ve had in 25 years,” McMullen said.

He described Budrow as being “out of sorts” and said it’s unknown what led Budrow to make the statements he did to law enforcement.

“I have to be honest here. Yes, I committed the crime, but I also witnessed what happened, and when I saw what I had done, I was absolutely terrified,” Budrow said.

He couldn’t understand why he attacked his friend and roommate, and wanted to attack the other woman.

“All I can say is I’m sorry,” Budrow said. “I don’t like standing here in front of you like this because this isn’t right.”

Judge Jennifer Snider agreed with McMullen that it was an unusual case, and based on statements from Budrow’s family and friends, it seemed his behavior was an aberration.

“That doesn’t discount the seriousness of what happened in any way,” Snider added, before handing down the 12-year sentence.

“Whatever mental health treatment is available to you inside, I hope you take advantage of it,” she told Budrow.

“Yes, your honor,” he responded.

2o

[iwannawritelots]

Hb: Intrusions

Originally written July 2023

Part 1 Part 3

Human AU Masterlist

Characters Active: Asmodeus (15), Lucifer (23)

Trigger/content warnings: OCD depictions (violent intrusive thoughts, rumination, belief that oneself is evil)

Headcanons/notes from the author: I want my fucking coping mechanism back.

Brief Blurb: Asmodeus’ behavior worries Lucifer, who has no idea what is going on in his head.

Taglist: @graveswrites

Sizzling of food on the pan and powerful, flavorful aromas surrounded the siblings as they worked together in the kitchen. Everyone else had occupied themselves in the living area, playing with Cerberus or something else to occupy time until dinner was ready. Despite protests, Asmodeus had ended up being the one to assist Lucifer. His reason for resistance on the outside was wanting to spare his nails and hands from being messy, which was also technically true, but… it wasn’t the real reason. Usually helping Lucifer was fine, but lately his head was torturing him in the kitchen.

Asmodeus avoided Lucifer in his peripheral vision as much as possible. He chopped vegetables, placed them in bowls, then repeated.

He turned around and stabbed Lucifer in the stomach.

His eye twitched and he froze for a moment, then resumed his actions. Of course he would never do that, right? He wouldn’t…

Asmodeus turned around and stabbed Lucifer in the stomach, then his chest, then repeatedly assaulted the wounds and dug out his insides. Blood on his hands, and Lucifer screaming in agony… sobbing for mercy.

He wouldn’t do that! It’s fine. Just breathe. I’m truly evil. I’m evil. Why would I think that if I didn’t want to do it? Asmodeus set the knife down, feeling nausea taking over his body. Why does anyone love me when I have these thoughts? Can Lucifer hear my thoughts?

“Asmodeus?”

He flinched. “Mm?”

“Are you… alright?”

No. “Yes. I just got distracted.” I’m evil. I’m evil. I’m evil. I’m evil. I’m—

Lucifer gently placed his hands on Asmodeus’ shoulders and squeezed, slightly shaking him out of his looping mind. “Asmo, you should take a break. Why don’t you go join the others in the living room?”

“Oh… Okay.”

Carefully, Lucifer guided Asmodeus into his arms, then laid a hand on his head. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” Lucifer whispered. “I’m here for you, Asmo.” He squished his little brother, then pulled away and gave him a small smile. “I’ll call for you all when it’s done.” Nodding and forcing a smile, Asmodeus left the room.

Despite wanting to force the conversation longer, Lucifer knew better. He resumed cooking, attempting to not worry for the moment. Asmodeus would talk to him when he was ready.

[kanazawa-division]

“The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.”

Timeline

Age 0:

Is born to Naofumi Kurusu and Makenna Murray in Sydney, Australia.

Age 3:

Family moves to Tokyo, Japan

Age 5:

His younger sister, Shannon, is born. Making him an older brother.

Age 8:

Shannon is constantly in the hospital for being sicker than the average child, his mother takes him to visit her after school.

Age 12:

Meets Kaiji Sano and immediately becomes friends due to their shared love for anime and video games

Age 13:

Defends Kaiji from a group of boys who were bullying him

Age 15:

Shannon’s condition worsens, only treatment that can cure her is an expensive surgery.

His parents are stressed and get into arguments

Joey decides to take matters into his own hands and starts gambling.

Age 16:

Tells Kaiji about his plans to make money for his sister’s surgery and asks for his help.

Continues gambling, eventually gaining an addiction.

Age 17:

Is chased into a corner by some thugs who he kept beating while gambling, they beat him pretty badly.

Age 18:

Barely graduates high school, attends University to obtain his degree in criminal justice.

Age 19:

Finds out that Kaiji had been stealing from him and cuts ties with him, angrily stating that he never wants to see him again.

Later that night, Shannon is found dead with multiple stab wounds to the chest.

His father throws himself into his work, his mother grieves, and Joey locks himself in his room, reevaluating his life.

Moves to Kanazawa.

Age 20:

Decides to go to rehab to lose his gambling addiction.

Age 21:

Recovers from his gambling addiction and attends a video game convention

Meets Mamoru Hirano and after an embarrassing first meeting, offers him to take him on a date, Mamoru accepts.

His parents relationship takes a turn for the worse, the two of them not on speaking terms.

Age 22:

Graduates university with a degree in criminal justice,

Starts police training.

Him and Mamoru move in together.

His mother moves to Kanazawa in an apartment close to him.

Meets Wataru Sasaki and Kyler Aaron.

Age 23:

Present.

Plans on proposing to Mamoru but keeps hesitating at the last minute.

Becomes an official homicide detective for the Kanazawa Police Department and already has solved 3 gruesome, difficult cases.

Hears about Wataru’s plan to join the DRB and begs him to let him join his team when making the connection that his sister’s killer could be the one wreaking havoc on Japan, Wataru reluctantly agrees.

Participates in Division Rap Battles along with Wataru Sasaki and Kyler Aaron, becomes 3rd and final member of Kanazawa Division’s Justice Shield.

Schedule

12 a.m. - 6 a.m.: Asleep

6 a.m. - 7 a.m.: Freshens up

7 a.m. - 7:30 a.m.: Breakfast

7:30 a.m. - 8 a.m.: Arrives at work

8 a.m. - 3 p.m.: Evidence collection

3 p.m. - 4 p.m.: Late lunch + Calls Mamoru because he misses him

4 p.m. - 7:30 p.m.: Investigative work

7:30 p.m. - 9 p.m.: Filing and Paperwork + Bothering Wataru

9 p.m. - 9:30 p.m.: Returns home

9:30 p.m. - 10 p.m.: Eats dinner with Mamoru

10 p.m. - 10:30 p.m.: Freshens up

10:30 p.m. - 11:30 p.m.: Free time (Either gaming or spends it with Mamoru)

11:30 p.m. - 12 a.m.: Gets ready for bed.

Character Hashtags

Regular Hashtags

#Wonder in the macabre

#Why so serious?

#Fun loving detective

Trauma Hashtags

#Gambled my life away

#Sister’s death shattered the family

#I never want to see you again!

Other Info

Hobby: Playing video games

Weakness: Too carefree

Trauma: “My sister was the only thing keeping my family together, now she’s gone.”

Twitter: @Quicksilver1009

Drinks: Yes

Smokes: No

Special Skill: “No matter how hard they try, I can read people like an open book.”

Intro Quote: “Detective Kurusu is on the case!….Pfft.”

Trauma Quote: “S-shanny? I-I…You were fine just a day ago…Who did this….WHO THE FUCK DID THIS?!!”

[ezrabridgerwrites]

QUICKFIRE BIOS ;

BRADLEY ;

age: 28 

sexuality: straight...ish 

from: los angeles, california 

ship: persephone blake

best friend(s): micah abiola

siblings: maia prestwick (younger sister)

family: n/a 

roommate: maia prestwick

exes: n/a 

injuries/scars: n/a 

drink: yes 

smoke: no

pets: n/a 

DANTE ;

age: 33 

sexuality: bisexual 

from: oxford, england 

ship: jackson otto 

best friend(s): annabelle baxter, olly walker 

siblings: viola dean (née lee)

family: octavia 'tavvy' dean (niece)

roommate: n/a 

exes: n/a 

injuries/scars: n/a 

drink: yes 

smoke: no

pets: n/a 

ELIAS ;

age: 26

sexuality: bisexual 

from: london, england 

ship: annabelle baxter

best friend(s): matty parker, jackson otto 

siblings: liam hewitt, harry hewitt 

family: william hewitt (father, deceased), brendon richmond (godfather, deceased) 

roommate: n/a

exes: n/a 

injuries/scars: n/a 

drink: yes, but rarely 

smoke: no 

pets: n/a

HENRY ;

age: 26

sexuality: bisexual 

from: monte carlo, monaco 

ship: diego rodriguez

best friend(s): chess howard, poppy martin 

siblings: arthur, valentina, leo, nicolas & sylvie bly 

family: n/a 

roommate: n/a

exes: stefan wilkes (deceased) 

injuries/scars: none, unless you include several cat scratches 

drink: yes 

smoke: sometimes weed 

pets: marmalade (cat)

JOEY ;

age: 28

sexuality: bisexual 

from: salem, massachusetts 

ship: micah abiola

best friend(s): micah abiola, chess howard, poppy martin, louis denver, scotty carter

siblings: none 

family: n/a 

roommate: micah abiola

exes: n/a

injuries/scars: n/a 

drink: yes 

smoke: no 

pets: n/a

MARLEY ;

age: 23

sexuality: lesbian

from: brooklyn, new york 

ship: jessica ortiz

best friend(s): diego rodriguez, persephone blake

siblings: n/a 

family: andrew bostwick (father), harlow charlton 

roommate: n/a

exes: n/a

injuries/scars: n/a 

drink: no

smoke: weed, occasionally 

pets: bucket (blue heeler)

MAX ;

age: 30

sexuality: bisexual

from: san francisco, california 

ship: ivy rogers

best friend(s): louis denver, scotty carter, jessica ortiz

siblings: tommy hayashi

family: cassandra may (aunt) 

roommate: tommy hayashi

exes: n/a

injuries/scars: old shoulder injury 

drink: yes

smoke: no

pets: none, but tommy has two rats: wasabi and fred

RAE ;

age: 24

sexuality: pansexual

from: fairfield, connecticut 

ship: flynn moone

best friend(s): annabelle baxter, poppy martin, katie murdock (npc)

siblings: none

family: rowenna gothel (kidnapper?? i guess??) 

roommate: katie murdock (npc)

exes: n/a

injuries/scars: n/a 

drink: not often

smoke: no

pets: n/a

RAFFERTY ;

age: 40

sexuality: gay

from: brooklyn, new york

ship: harlow charlton & maverick rojas

best friend(s): kian mcgrath

siblings: none

family: helen reyes (wife, unfortunately) 

roommate: fucking helen

exes: ted wiseman (deceased)

injuries/scars: n/a 

drink: yes

smoke: yes

pets: n/a

RIPLEY ;

age: 28

sexuality: bisexual

from: puebla, mexico

ship: charlie clarke

best friend(s): persephone blake, ariadne halliday, kimaya sunder, rose blakely, paris york

siblings: none

family: daniel reyes (father, deceased) 

roommate: n/a

exes: edmundo silva (ex-husband)

injuries/scars: n/a 

drink: yes

smoke: no

pets: jonesy (axolotl), clarice starling (papillon), laurie and nancy (corn snakes)

SIMON ;

age: 32

sexuality: gay

from: toronto, canada

ship: billy mchale

best friend(s): billy mchale

siblings: kit fields (née hudson)

family: lo fields (brother-in-law), jenna fields (niece) 

roommate: kit fields, lo fields, daisy diggory

exes: n/a

injuries/scars: several baseball injuries, birthmark above left eye 

drink: yes

smoke: no

pets: percy (cat), grover (labradoodle)

WARDO ;

age: 30

sexuality: queer

from: manhattan, new york

ship: louis denver

best friend(s): ivy rogers

siblings: eric, marcus & cecily josten

family: ivy rogers, bryce byers, maverick rojas

roommate: bryce byers

exes: louis denver

injuries/scars: various scars, iron-shaped imprint on back right shoulder, raised scar from stab wound on lower left abdomen

drink: yes

smoke: yes

pets: capote (dalmatian), betty (puggle), ulysses (cat, ownership shared)

[lifeafteratransplant]

Welcome, glad you're here.

Hi,

I am taking a stab at this blogging thing. My name is Karli, I am 28 years old, married, no kids, and riddled with health issues. I sound like a blast don't I?

Let me just start by saying that although I have had lots of health obstacles is my 28 years of living, I still choose to see the positive in things as much as possible, that is why I am starting this blog.

This might sounds clichè, but I do want to help people feel less alone when it comes to struggling with their mental and physical health.

My back story is a long one, but I will try not to bore you. It all starts back when I was 2 years old....we've got a lot of life to cover.

Although I don't remember being 2 years old all that well, it was a time of my life when my kidney issues started, yes, just at 2 years old. I had a disease called Nephrotic syndrome, which Nephrotic syndrome is a kidney disorder that causes your body to pass too much protein in your urine. Nephrotic syndrome is usually caused by damage to the clusters of small blood vessels in your kidneys that filter waste and excess water from your blood. The condition causes swelling, particularly in your feet and ankles, and increases the risk of other health problems.- (source mayoclinc.com) I took a steroid to help with this, and then, my mom was told by a doctor that there was an experimental drug that could help put this to rest, so she signed me up and it worked! For 4 years there were no issues, until at age 6 I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.

Type 1 Diabetes is a monster. That isn't a play on words, it truly is an unruly monster on your body, and mental health. I mean at 6 years old I didn't really see the effects of my mental health going to crap. Although as soon as I hit my teens years, I sure as hell did. I was not a good kid, yeah I was respectful, I tried hard at school (thought I was flunking at math and some other subjects) but I didn't take care of myself. I started lying to parents about my blood sugars, and eating what ever the hell I wanted and just shooting myself up with insulin to "fix" my high blood sugars. I didn't know the havoc this would reap on my body later on. I would get back on track and then fall off like a vicious cycle. I did have a really good period in high school where I was doing really well, and then I don't really know what happened I fell off the wagon again and went back to being a stupid teenager, this honestly went on into my 20's. There were a lot of things that happened to me in between this time in my life, to the time I finally got my shit together. I struggled with nerve pain my feet so badly, I had to take medication, which caused an allergic reaction. It left me with gaping wounds on my feet, and couldn't walk. I got what is called a cornea ulcer on my eye, had to have my eye sewn shut for 6 months. Multiple hospital stays due to uncontrolled blood sugars. I was really struggling. It all came to a head on December 27th 2019 and that is when my near death experience happened.

At age 23, I met my now husband at a karaoke party at the local bar. I had just moved to North Dakota. I was honestly, ready to move back home, I lost the job that I moved there for due to them shutting their doors. I was unemployed, but had started a new venture in news writing by starting my own newsletter for the small town I lived in, but it wasn't taking off and I didn't have any money for publications. But then I met Frederick, a handsome man from South Africa who was working in the states as a beekeeper. I saw him from across the bar, and whispered to my mom that I thought he was cute. I didn't think anything would come of this because he was going back to SA in a little over 2 months and I didn't think I would ever see him again. Lo and behold we went out for hibachi the next day and the rest is history.

Fast forward 1 year and 2 months later, he flies me out to SA to meet his parents, and see where is from, and let me tell you it was an experience of a lifetime, and that is when he proposed to me. On an overlook looking over an animal reserve, on a private safari he booked for us. Talk about ROMANTIC. (I felt like I was on the bachelorette, cause you know they get engaged in all these BEAUTIFUL places!) It was trip of a lifetime, for so many reasons.

When I got home from that trip I was definitely on a high, but something didn't feel right, I was really fatigued, lethargic and just didn't feel good. I honestly chalked it up to jet lag, and went on my merry way. Well it had come to the point where I knew I needed to go to the doctor, I left work early that day and was sleeping unusual amounts of time, and still waking up wanting to go back to bed. It was awful, that morning I missed my 4 am shift at the coffee shop, Frederick called me, and no answer, mind you he was still in SA. He called my mom, who tried to call me, and I still didn't answer, my phone fell off my bed side, and the battery died. My mom called my neighbor who found me passed out on my bedroom floor barely responsive, they said if it had been 30 minutes later, I could've been dead. This was 2019, so COVID wasn't a thing yet, but I honestly think that is what I had, and plus not taking care my diabetes. It was literally a deadly combination of these two illnesses.

I rang in the new year in the hospital, but I also got my CGM (continuous glucose monitor) called the Dexcom (Nick Jonas is the spokesperson for this, you might know of it) Which completely changed my life for the better, I got ahold of my health and then six months later I got an insulin pump! I was on the fast track to being the healthiest version of myself I have ever been. SIKEEEE. I went to my nuephrologist to get my kidneys checked, because diabetes damages your kidneys as time goes on, plus I was stupid and didn't take care of myself for a long ass time. That is when I was told I would most likely have to have a kidney transplant in some point in time, and that if ever got sick again, I would have to go on dialysis. The rest of 2020 was fine, but only two months in 2021 is when I got sick, again.

After the hell that was 2020, I got my birthday February 2021, was rushed to the hospital via ambulance, and found out that my kidney's were failing at this point, and there was no other option than to get a kidney transplant. While I waited I was put on dialysis and did extensive testing for my kidney transplant. They also told me that I was eligible to get a pancreas transplant, because if I did that, I wouldn't have diabetes anymore and that would keep my new kidney safe from damage.

Dialysis was hell. I was constantly bloated and my body was swollen from all the water I was retaining. I could feel the water sit on my lungs, making it hard to sleep and just breathe sometimes. I couldn't drink more than two glasses of water or liquids a day. Struggled with low blood pressure, which would make me dizzy and nauseous. It was an absolute nightmare. I couldn't work because it was literally right in the middle of the day for 4 hours, and you didn't feel like like doing shit after it because you were either exhausted, starving, or throwing up, sometimes all three at the same time. I did that for 8 months, and then, finally some great news...we thought.

My mom was a match, which was amazing, but she wasn't the "perfect" match. Although it wasn't the news we wanted to hear, my mom so selflessly donated her kidney to what is called the kidney exchange. The kidney exchange is when a donor donates to the "pool" and when she is a match with someone they get her kidney, which boosts me on the list. Not even 8 weeks later, I got the call they found a match for me, both kidney AND pancreas. My whole world just spun and I was in tears on my way to Minneapolis.

Life after a transplant has been, uhhh interesting. I haven't had to test my blood sugar or take insulin, or watch my carbs. I can drink all the fluids I want, and be more free. At the same time though, this comes with a lot of side effects. I take several medications, I have endless doctor appointments, and I am 2 years out. I have had 3 rejections, and have dealt with several infections, viruses and illnesses along the way. I am forever grateful I got this transplant. At the same time, it has left me lonely, depressed, extremely emotional, I've lost friendships. I gained new ones though, I have become closer with family and experienced life with out the weight of diabetes on my shoulders. and that is beautiful.

Life has thrown me one curve ball after another, and I have lived more life than many have in their whole lifetime. I struggle with feeling lost, and stuck a lot because of the set backs I have faced. Always remember that comparison is the theif of joy. You can only live the life you were given, and you do what you can to make it a life worth living. My husband told me this little prayer today, "Give me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference" Live by that and things will fall into place.

Much love,

Karli

[tehuti88-art]

11/3/23: r/SketchDaily theme, "Free Draw Friday." This week's character from my anthro WWII storyline is Lance Corporal Blue Rat. He dates from the original version of the story and had a complicated (and painfully stupid) background involving Black Rat, but seeing as Black's history has changed, Blue's will have to as well. He retains a few of his old characteristics in that he's a member of the original unit, and is an excellent marksman but never kills anyone. There'll be more about him later in my art Tumblr and Toyhou.se.

Regarding his design, I decided to make his eyes hazel green instead of...blue. Meh.

TUMBLR EDIT: Blue Rat is a character from the original version of the Trench Rats story, who needs a complete revamp. In the original version, he was nicknamed "the Gentleman Rat," for being an excellent shot who, however, refused to ever kill anyone. I did plan on him killing an enemy soldier eventually, as evidenced by this snippet I jotted down at random on a page of the original text:

He found Blue standing where he was last seen. He was staring down with dazed horror at the lifeless body of a Nazi who had been stabbed. He'd killed his first--and maybe last--person.

But anyway, while I do plan to hold on to Blue being one of the original unit, as well as a sharpshooter who either never or only very rarely kills anyone, plus his basic personality--polite, soft spoken, almost a pacifist--EVERYTHING else I came up with for him will need to be scrapped. Like, tossed into a fire to die a miserable death. It's bad. It's really, REALLY bad. I could offer a brief summary why...but, considering that the original text is extant, and truly humiliating, why not just share that, instead? So, here you go, the relevant section from the earliest existing version of The Trench Rats; the text dates to late 1990, though it says it's based on an earlier version whose existence I actually doubt, perhaps I merely meant the VERY original, unwritten idea for the story.

Here we go...ugh. Please, please remember, it was 1990 and I was fourteen when I wrote this. Fourteen! And very very sheltered! So basically, eleven.

One Month Later

Black Rat had made an excellent recovery, and now was back to leading the battalion. Gold remained moody, arguing at least once a day. He never argued with Black, that is, until one day. He began protesting about not fighting for a long time, and Black sharply reminded him that they hadn't been stationed in Germany to fight, but to help lost or wounded.

"Oh, so you don't care if we go out and have some fun?" Gold said.

"I care enough to keep you in order," Black replied coldly.

"Then why don't you let us know about yourself, so we can trust you!" Gold snapped.

There was a long, uneasy silence. Black was turned away from Gold, but he could still tell that something had come over Black.

"You want to know about my background?" Black finally asked quietly.

Gold bowed his head, ashamed that he'd blurted out that question so harshly.

There was another pause. Then Black broke it and said, in a low voice, "I was a sky pirate."

Gold looked up, stunned. "D-did you say sky pirate?"

Black nodded slowly, and then continued. "Yes, I said sky pirate. You know, people who rob and plunder and fly airplanes. Sort of like airborne Captain Hooks, only fiercer." He stopped again.

Gold spoke this time. "How'd you get into the Marines, then?"

"I had a companion named Midge, an orphaned rat, who was my only family," Black replied. "One day some rival sky pirates kidnapped him. I decided to get even then, and became a lone pirate. After that I quit and got into training. When I'd been with the Marines for several years, an official asked me if I'd like to command the first battalion of some so-called Trench Rats. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity, since I had nothing to do. I came here and was set up as your leader. You probably don't remember; we had other Rats at that time, but several of you were here--I remember Burgundy and Blue. You, Red, Yellow, and most of the others came later. Burgundy and Blue knew about my secret, but none of the younger Rats were told until you. So do you want to go tell the others?"

Gold stared for a bit, then said, "No. I'll keep it a secret. I'm sorry I shouted. I've just been so nervous lately--"

"Perhaps it's better that you do know," Black said gently. "It's a load off your back. You can tell if you like, but please don't make a deal out of it." He waved a paw. "Dismissed."

Gold grinned and headed off to Mess Hall. It would be a long, tough day.

Chapter 2: A Surprise "Inspect"ion

Mess Hall was nearly emptied out now, so Gold sat down next to Blue Rat, his second best friend. Blue was the most popular rat [sic]: he was by far the most handsome, and everyone called him the Gentleman Rat because he never killed--he always shot off target, or, if the victim were extremely cruel, graze or slightly wound them. He was especially polite to Black Rat, and some of the rats [sic] joked that they'd known each other since birth (even though Blue was younger) or in a past life. They didn't know how close they were.

But back to the present. Blue cordially greeted Gold, as he did everyone.

"Hi, Gold," he said informally. "What's been happening lately? I haven't gotten out much; I have to stay behind and help clean."

"A fitting job," Gold said, and they laughed. "Nothin' much, Blue. No fighting ye--"

His words were cut off by a bullet which whizzed over Blue's head.

"I guess I spoke too soon!" Gold shouted, as seven more bullets flew in. The two rats [sic] ducked under the table. An alarm went off, and all the rats [sic] assigned to fight rushed out. Blue went into the kitchen to help the cook.

The battle lasted for only four hours, but in the end seven Trench Rats were wounded. The Nazi Rats had been sent out by Inspector Dobermann, and only two had been hurt, one in the foot by Blue. When it was over, Blue went down to where Black was, to see if he was okay. He found Black sitting at a desk. His head was down but he seemed to be staring at a picture sitting in front of him. Looking, Blue saw that it was an old picture of Black and Midge.

"Feeling down?" Blue asked.

"We're losing this war," Black said. "We aren't Trench Rats, we're sewer rats."

"Would it help if I said something to cheer you up?"

"Nothing could cheer me up now."

Blue was quiet for a few minutes, then he said, "Know what happened to Midge after he was kidnapped?"

Black lifted his head, somewhat puzzled.

Blue continued. "Midge lived with the sky pirates for several years, and then he ran away. Later he saw a big ship preparing to go to Germany. He stowed away on this boat, and soon met up with some soldiers. They decided it was too late to send him back, so they gave him some informal training. Midge grew up with those soldiers and soon became one."

Black was totally stunned by now. He turned to look at Blue, his eye wide with surprise.

Blue stared silently at the floor for a moment, then said, "Midge recieved [sic] a code name. That code name was Blue Rat." He lifted his arms and smiled. "Hi, Black. It's me, Midge."

Black faltered for several seconds, then leapt forward and embraced Blue, shouting with joy. Then he took Blue by the shoulders and said, "Blue! How come you never told me!"

"I had to wait until you knew me," Blue explained. "I really wanted to tell you. When you joined, I recognized you in an instant. You told us your story about how your companion was kidnapped, and I was aching to spill it out. But when I told Burgundy, he said it would be best if I waited until you trusted me and could recognize me as well as Midge. Then you'd know me on sight, also."

"You mean Burgundy knew all along?"

Blue nodded. "Remember how, right before you joined, you rescued me from those Nazi Rats? You came swooping down on your hawk, and I held up my arms--"

"--And I caught you up in the talons," Black remembered. "You and I did that all the time when you were little."

"Yeah, and it does hurt the arms," Blue said, rubbing an arm. Both of them laughed, then Black picked up his walking stick and went to the door.

"I don't care what old 'Dobey' does," he said, addressing Inspector Dobermann with their mocking nickname. "We're going to win this war!"

...Let me toss you a palate cleanser after that horror. This is the very next sentence from the next chapter:

One of Gold Rat's favorite things to do was to fly his eagle over to Inspector Dobermann's place and tease the guard dogs, as well as sometimes whacking Dobermann upside the head.

Hahahaha, awesome.

Anyway. While Black has revealed a tiny bit of his past (he's a sociopath, yet not a murderous one--he just doesn't really "get" people, so he sometimes makes pretty cold decisions), it's still mostly murky for me, but surely does NOT involve Blue Rat, or sky pirates. Meanwhile, Blue hasn't revealed anything to me yet, so aside from what I mentioned above, he's a blank slate in need of development. I can say with certainty, however, that the story given above no longer applies in the least!

For now, Blue's--and Black's--backgrounds have to remain undeveloped, but that just means they should make for some interesting plot additions later on.

[Blue Rat 2023 [‎Friday, ‎November ‎3, ‎2023, ‏‎1:00:15 AM]]

[musecaravan-info]

Arthur Cirrakos

"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted." ~ Aesop ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Alexis Georgoulis

AGE: Born near the beginning of the Aegean Iron Age (i.e. old)

EYES: Dark Brown

HAIR: Dark Brown; an intriguing mix of waves and curls, which creates a slightly 'ruffled' look on mosst days

HEIGHT: 6'1

PRIMARY OUTFIT: Casual - jeans and a t-shirt and a pair of sandals whenever he can get away with it. His shirts ususally have to do with animals - sometimes they're serious, sometimes they're cute, and sometimes they're funny. Bears and puns are two of his favorties things to have on a shirt.

Personality

Arthur has a very laid-back and good-natured attitude most of the time. It's difficult to get on his 'bad side' because he doesn't really have one. He's a very firm believer in the Golden Rule - don't do to others what you wouldn't want done to you. He may be a bit 'people shy,' but he isn't likely to turn away anyone who seems to be in need. Yes, he can say 'no' when necessary, but he always weighs his options before resorting to that choice.

Powers & Weaknesses

Arthur's affinity for animals is a gift so powerful that it attracted the attention of the gods. He shares an empathic bond with all of the animal kingdom, and since he was very young, has used that ability to help those who had no way to speak for themselves.

Arthur is incapable of getting lost. If he has a destination in his mind, he will always know the exact route to take in order to get him there the quickest.

Arthur is a were-bear in the strictest sense fo the word. He can't shift his shape at will. From the moment a full moon rises until the moment it sets, he's forced into his ursine form. Sometimes this is a power... but often it's a weakness since he has no control over it.

Arthur is truly immortal; if he dies, he just wakes up again somewhere nearby, fully healed and unscarred. It's a side-effect of the spell cast on him by Circe. To Arthur, this is a weakness. While he's not ready to die just yet, he doesn't like the fact that the choice has been taken from him.

Romance

Always being on the move means Arthur rarely looks for or expects long-term relationships with anyone. However, if he's attracted to someone (and it seems the attraction might be returned) he'll often try to test the waters and see what happens. He doesn't want there to be any broken hearts or hard feelings when he moves on.

For any verse where he's already settled, a long-term romance is what he's wanting. However, if your muse is mortal, he might be cautious about starting anything. Amphion's death will always be an open wound, and the thought of losing anyone else the same way haunts him.

Where to Find Him

Arthur is a traveling vet, so he can usually be found all over the place. Ideas for a 'first meeting' could be places such as:

Animal clinics

Animal shelters

Local parks

Pet stores

etc.

If you're interested in how to meet him in a specific verse, just ask and we can chat for a bit. :)

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Main Verse:

To avoid repitition, Go Here.

Fallout Verse

Arthur had watched the news with horror that day - October 23, 2077. And then he’d died, along with countless others. But you can’t kill an immortal - not permanently. He awoke several days later in the rubble of what had been his RV. The days that followed were like something out of a nightmare. The radiation from the bombs was doing unspeakable things to people. Arthur tried to help where he could - and sometimes he was thanked. But more than once he was stabbed in the back for whatever food or supplies he had on him and left for dead. Humans. So many of them out for no one but themselves. But each time it happened, he got back up and kept trying to help.

He also tried to help the animals, poor creatures that had no idea what was happening to them as their bodies became irradiated. Arthur did what he could for them, feeling his patron god’s power in every act of kindness he performed. It wasn’t much, but it was something. And so the world moved forward - in the ways that it could. Arthur put together a small caravan - just himself and the animals he managed to gather along the way. He took care of them… and bred them for selling. After all, even an immortal needs to earn a living. It wasn’t long before he became well known in the area as an honest trader with the best livestock around. Unfortunately, it was word of mouth like that which had ever Raider gang in the area trying to take his livelihood away.

It was the third attack that did him in. Literally and figuratively. He awoke from a gunshot to the head, to find all of his animals either dead or stolen. He got them back, of course. And left a VERY blunt message for other raider gangs in the area. Then he took his animals and left. At first, he didn’t know where he was going. Just… away. He didn’t want to deal with humans anymore. He just wanted his animals, and maybe a plot of land for himself… as far away from civilization as possible. It took a lot of traveling, and a lot of trouble, but although the gods had been relatively silent since the bomb, Arthur could still feel Hermes guiding him to what he was looking for.

Then, one day, after several of trekking through the remains of what had once been a lush forest, he found it. A small plot of land seemingly untouched by the fallout. It was perfect. So Arthur got to work. He built a small cabin for himself and housing for his remaining animals. The dogs and cats were remarkably resilient to the radiation; his hooved companions weren’t so lucky, but they seemed to have stabilized, something he was grateful for. The chickens were more aggressive, but still seemed to accept him. All in all, the farm was an odd one, but he thanked both Hermes and Pan for their help in leading him here. This was the life he was ready for now… even if it had been thrust upon him so suddenly.

Farm Verse

In this verse Arthur has finally decided to settle down on a farm. Sometimes it's a small farm and sometimes it's a big farm depending on what I think might work best for the RP. In both verses Arthur has an over-sized farmhouse and one of the rooms is made up for rentals via sites like AirBnB.

In the 'big farm' scenario, Arthur oversees things, and has helpers to do most of the work. All of his workers are nymphs/fauns/dryads/etc. who work for him of their own free will. He has a decently sized farmer's market that attracts a welcomed level of tourist and local attention. Most importantly, Arthur does his best to live a good life, and protect all of the animals (and other creatures) in his care.

In the 'small farm' scenario, Arthur is usually just getting started. He hasn't owned the farm for very long and just has a small handful of animals/crops for his own personal needs. He possibly has dreams of something bigger, but for now he's content to keep things small.

Prohibition Verse

Currently a Private Verse

It's sometime in the mid-1920's, and America is smack dab in the middle of Prohibition. Arthur is a cop who operates on the edges of the law. His best friend runs a speakeasy, and he does his best to keep the guy out of jail (and safe from any 'competition.')

Current/Ongoing Threads

If your thread with Arthur isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

Ash/Eric/Mike/et al:

Birds of a Feather (Main Verse)Wheeling and Dealing (Prohibition Verse)

Dias:

Where Your Story Begins (2nd Century CE)

Jack:

Civilization is Fine (Fallout Verse)

Completed Threads

I don't have many of these on any of my blogs, but RPs I've actually completed deserve to be acknowledged, I think. ;)

Decimus:

Rules of Survival (Age of Sail)

Stuff That's Good to Know Before Starting a Thread

THIS is a good post to read that has some additional information.

Links

Please keep in mind, this blog is an ongoing work in progress. Not all of these links may lead somewhere, but they're here because they link to potential tags for this muse.

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[mrminority]

The Hoop Snake 7/17/23

“Goddamn it! There goes another one!” Carter yelled as he stood over the corpse of one of his sheep. The poor thing had run itself into the ground, feet plastered with dried blood. Whatever it had been running from, the sheep wasn’t fast enough, its face still frozen in fear.

Across its side, among the matted bloody wool, were two puncture wounds. One was closer to the sheep’s neck and looked as if something bit down into it with two long fangs. The other was near its rear, bearing resemblance to a stab wound. Yet this was done by no blade. Despite the distance between the two fatal injuries, both had one thing in common: they were both oozing with venom.

“Whatever it was,” Carter sighed, “it must have been spooked by our search party. It had to have gone in the forest. Start looking for a trail.”

“You’re really going after that thing?”

Carter turned to find Danny sitting against a tree, arms behind his head and his hat over his face. Without even looking up from where he was sitting, Danny said, “Look we got what we came here for. We went to look for the missing herd and they’re all dead. Let’s cut our losses and head back home.”

Carter scowled. “You got somewhere to be beside your job, son?”

“Well, there is a bar stool with my name on it and a pretty girl that I need to get in my flea trap,” he smirked. He stood up, grasping his uncle by the shoulder. “Come on Uncle Slade. Don’t we got other sheep to worry about back at the barn?”

Carter brushed his hand aside. “Need I remind you why your folks sent you to be employed under my services?”

Danny sighed, looking to the ground. “Pop said something about me being all-fired lazy to get any work done around the shop.”

“That’s right boy. Whenever he needed you, you were fooling around with some girl, off in some ace in the hole with your friends, or getting wasted at some fucking bar.” Carter pointed a finger to Danny’s chest, pushing him with each point he made. “You’re pa couldn’t rely on you, and that’s something I intend to fix.”

“Oh come on Uncle Slade,” Danny protested. “I do my fair share every now and then. I just don’t see the point of staying here when we found our missing herd.”

“That’s the problem, you don’t see the point. Whatever is killing this herd spooked them enough to break out of the fences that kept them safe for years. That animal is dangerous and we need to find it.”

“All the more reason not to go looking for it!” Carter exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

“Listen, boy!” Carter yelled as he grabbed his nephew violently. Enraged and spittle flying with each word, he said, “If it got one herd, what’s to stop it from getting another? You got to think boy, think! Put some goddamn sense into your head, you hear me!”

Danny nodded. “Yes sir,” he answered, eyes wide.

Carter let him go and turned to the rest of his staff. “We got word on that trail I asked for?”

“We got a trail, Carter. But there’s something off about it.”

“What’d that be?”

“Come see for yourself.”

Dragging along his nephew, Carter knelt down to observe the predator’s trail. He furrowed his brow, bemused at the sight. “You see how the trail curves and bends as it goes on?”

“Yeah,” Danny replied.

“Typical of any snake in these parts. We’ve had a few of those back at the barn. Similar trails. Now what’s wrong with this picture?”

Without so much as taking a look, Danny shrugged and said, “Dunno.”

Slapping the back of the boy’s head, Carter got him to look at the trail. “It’s too deep. The path is much too deep in the dirt for a snake to make. You’d normally find a trail like this coming passing carriages, but they can’t turn as much as this trail does.”

Danny looked at the trail with a new realization. His uncle was right. A snake sometimes hardly made a path in the dirt, only leaving parts of a path rather than a whole. Yet, here was the whole, marked into the ground the way the wheel of a wagon marked its trek across the frontier.

“I don’t get it,” Danny said. “What does it mean?”

“I don’t know,” said Carter. “What I do know is this makes it easier to track.”

Turning to the rest of his staff, Carter said, “Grab your guns boys. It’s hunting season.”

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The group had wandered the woods for some time, having split upon several forks in the trail. They had deliberated much on how so many fresh paths could be made by one snake or snake-like creature. Ultimately it didn’t matter. It just made the creature easier to track.

Danny was partnered with his uncle and another member of the staff. He didn’t know how long they had been out here, but he fully expected to look and see the indigo and orange of early morning to be replaced with the bright blue of the afternoon sky. Much to his dismay, he could still see some of the stars.

He knew better than to complain to his uncle. He was already at his limit for the day. All he could do was trudge along and hope that this boring walk would be over soon enough.

As Danny finished that thought, a crack sounded behind him. They all turned around but found nothing. Danny moved to investigate, finding only a broken twig and a trail different from the one they had been following.

“Guys,” Danny called. Before they could answer, they heard another snap. Then another and another. It was coming from all around them. The group could dust being kicked up and heard what sounded like leather slapping against the ground. They stood close, trying their best to follow the circling predator.

Carter and the other man in company drew their guns. Danny did the same, trembling as he did so. His hands shook as he raised it close. He could the sweat from his palms loosen his grip on the handle. He tried to clench it even harder, but it slipped out and fell to the ground. He panicked and crouched down, desperately trying to get a hold of his gun.

“Move!” Carter yelled as he lunged at his nephew, pushing him aside as something tackled his employee. At the speed it moved, the man’s ribs were thrust into his own lungs. As he choked on his own blood, the snake revealed itself, plunging its fang into his neck and its stinger into his heart.

Danny watched, mortified, unable to hear his uncle until he shook him furiously and screamed, “Run!”

The two took off, dashing away from the monster. Danny looked behind him to find that the snake was already slithering towards them, its forked tongue catching their scent. It curled its tail towards its mouth, engulfing its end into its gullet, turning itself into a hoop. It pushed off the ground, circling around into it was almost a blur, and then shot towards.

“Fuck! It’s coming right for us!”

Carter unslung his rifle from his back, stopping to fire at the snake.

“Uncle Slade!”

“Keep running boy!” he commanded, firing upon the advancing serpent. Each shot missed, one after the other as the snake darted left and right, maintaining speed.

Carter waited until it got closer, keeping his eyes trained on the snake. As it was a few feet away, he pulled the trigger, only to hear a bemoaning CLICK.

“Shit,” Carter spat out before diving out of the way. The snake rode right past him. Carter drew his revolver, firing all rounds from his six-shooter. All missed. The snake didn’t circle back for him.

“Fuck, it’s going after the kid!”

Despite all protest to walking moments earlier, Danny’s feet pounded into the forest floor, carrying the weight of a fearful sack of flesh away from a wheel-bound snake. He looked behind himself to see the snake still barreling towards him.

“Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck!” He turned into a denser part of the forest, hoping to slow the snake down by giving it more obstacles. As he wove his way through the trees, so too did the snake.

“For fuck’s sake!” he cried out. A shot ran out as the snake swerved into a tree, losing speed. Danny looked up to see one of his uncle’s men perched upon a branch, rifle drawn and firing upon the snake.

“Keep leading it this way kid!” he told him.

Danny raced forward, his heart pounding in his chest and the wind whipping away at his face. As he raced past the man, the man fired another volley of rounds. “Keep going kid!” he called out. “I got this little fucker!”

Before the man could fire another bullet, the snake, rolling forward at such speed, leaped off the ground and wrapped itself around the man’s face. Before he could even scream, it bit his face and stabbed his neck, a quick kill. The man fell to the forest floor and the snake wound itself back up, still in pursuit of Danny.

Danny ran as far as his legs could take him. He had to stop himself, feeling as if his lungs would burst. Each breath felt like breathing glass as Danny gasped for air. He sank to the ground heaving.

He didn’t know what to do. There was no easy solution. No one to do it for him. He was going to die.

You got to think boy, think! Put some goddamn sense into your head, you hear me!

Danny sat against the tree, unpacking his rifle and clutching it close to his chest. He had to think. It was the only way he was going to survive.

The snake was unbelievably fast, able to use its speed to dodge bullets and gain enough momentum to leap into the air. He couldn’t climb into the trees and his rifle wouldn’t work unless he was close enough, and there was no way to get close enough, not unless—

He stood up. Of course. Maybe that could work. It was his best shot and Danny had to execute it perfectly. All he had to do was wait for the snake.

—

Danny didn’t know where the snake had gone off to after it killed the other man. He hoped it hadn’t got any of the others. He hoped it hadn’t got his uncle. Either way, he stood tall and unwavering, waiting for the snake to come.

Eventually, Danny could see the snake. It was quite the distance from him, merely a brown ring against a forest backdrop, but no doubt heading towards him. His heart leapt at the sight, but Danny planted his feet where he stood. He wasn’t going anywhere.

The distance between them was rapidly closing. The dirt was kicked up as it blazed past. Twigs snapped under the speed of the snake. Danny’s ears caught the sound of leather slapping against dirt.

He waited until the snake got closer, keeping his eyes trained on it. As feet went to inches, Danny dove out of the way and let the snake crash into the tree behind him. He heard a sickening SNAP as the snake thudded to the ground.

Danny quickly got up to find the snake still moving, although dazed and clearly injured. There was an unnatural bend to the animal whose spine was meant to curve, but the mere sight of the injury didn’t stop Danny from drawing his revolver and unloading all of his rounds into the snake’s body.

When he was down, both gunpowder and dirt smeared his face and there was little left of the snake. Wiping his brow, he holstered his pistol and found another tree to lie against. Danny closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well son, I’d say after all you’ve been through, you earned that.”

Danny looked up to see Carter, his uncle gazing upon him with a proud smile.

“How’d you do it kid?”

Danny laid back, arms behind his head, and tucked his hat over his face. “I thought of something,” he said with a smirk.

https://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-slang/5/#F

[the-singlest-pringle]

Losing Blood, Losing Breath

For @whumptober 2022 day 5: blood loss, running out of air

Fandom: My Hero Academia

CW: canon-typical violence, blood and gore

Read it here on AO3

“Fuck!” Bakugou stumbled through an alleyway, clutching the knife wound below his sternum. “Fuck,” he choked again, collapsing against one of the walls. He tore off one of his sleeves and rolled it up into a makeshift compress. It might be sweaty and dirty, but he’d rather be infected and alive than dead.

It was supposed to be a routine patrol, but a group of violent muggers had a hostage. One of the thugs had a concealment quirk and he got distracted trying to save the woman who had a knife to his quirk. Before he knew it, the knife was in his chest. It was stupid of him to get distracted like that, but the villain wasn’t letting up and the woman was barely 21. Bakugou himself was only 23, but it was his job to save civilians.

So now Bakugou was leaned up against a dirty alleyway with three unconscious villains less than 20 feet away, trying to heave in breaths against the blood that was slowly filling his chest cavity. The villain had been smart enough to remove the knife. 

“Are you alright?” a voice called from beside him. Oh right. She was still here. “Oh, of course you’re not alright. You’ve been stabbed! But don’t worry, I called for help. The police said they should be here with an ambulance in about six minutes!” 

“Are you okay, ma’am?” Bakugou wheezed out. He might be in pain, but he was a damn good hero who would do his job and prioritize the civilian.

“Am I okay? I mean, yes, I am thanks to you! That knife against my throat was so scary. I thought I was going to die! I swear I can almost feel the cut being made and me bleeding out- oh god. You probably don’t want to hear about how I almost died. You’re the one who was… who was stabbed! You’re the one that’s dying! I mean, not that you’re dying. You’re gonna be just fine! The ambulance is on it’s way!” the woman rambled frantically.

“Hey lady,” Bakugou coughed. The woman hummed in questioning. “You talk too much.” Just because he prioritized civilian safety didn’t mean he had to be nice about it.

The woman just chuckled. “So I’ve been told.”

“What’s your name?” Bakugou asked, doing anything to ignore the increasing difficulty of breathing.

“Koshizu. Hatanaka Koshizu.” 

“Koshizu, eh? Kind of ironic.”

“Hah. I guess so. And you’re Dynamight. Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.”

“Yup. That’s me-” Bakugou was cut off by a particularly painful and wet cough. His breaths were coming out more like wheezes now. “Hey… can you do me… a favor?”

“Of course! Anything for my hero,” the woman- Koshizu responded quickly.

“It’s… it’s getting kinda… hard to breathe.” Bakugou paused a bit to try and catch his breath. “Can… can you… just talk… doesn’t matter… what you talk about… just need… a distraction.”

“Yes! Of course!”

“And… can you… hold… this up… to my chest… my arms… are starting to feel… numb.”

“Yeah. I can.” Koshizu moved to kneel in front of Bakugou, placing a firm hand over the compress so he can drop his own to his sides. She seemed to be unphased by the blood, which was good for this situation. “So…” Koshizu started rambling about her girlfriend, seemingly rambling through their entire history together since they met in high school. She told stories about her first kiss, favorite dates, and how she was engaged. Bakugou would hum every once in a while in response to something she said. What can he say? It was an interesting story. “...but recently I found out she cheated on me during the first month we were together.”

“No!” Bakugou sounded as affronted as he could whilst struggling to breathe.

Koshizu giggled. “Don’t talk! Focus on breathing. So I found that out recently. But she said it was because she didn’t know we were actually dating. Which is a stupid reason, I know. But she also swore up and down that that was the only time and she felt really bad about it. I trust that she’s telling the truth, but why wait so long to tell me? I mean, I guess I get it, too. This is the kind of thing that can ruin new relationships, and she’s proved time and time again that she’s devoted to me. I’m almost completely positive that I still want to marry her, but it was a little disappointing to find out.” Koshizu sighed, lost in thought for a second, when she heard the sound of sirens. “That must be the help I called. Dynamight, your saviors are here.” 

He didn’t respond, which wasn’t too odd, but he didn’t make any noise. Not even a hum. In fact, he wasn’t making noise at all. “Dynamight?” Koshizu only now noticed that the wheezing had stopped, and she could no longer feel the minute rise and fall of his chest. “Shit. Dynamight!” She looked around to see if the cops had come any closer. “Help! Someone help! There’s a hero here that’s severely wounded!” she yelled, hoping that they would get there faster.

As if on cue, police officers and EMTs came rushing in, the cops grabbing the unconscious villains and the EMTs rushing to her side. One of them took over with holding the compress as another one started to look her over. “I’m okay. Just… help him! Please!” she cried.

“How long has he been out?” An EMT asked, prepping Bakugou to be moved to a stretcher.

“Not long. Is he going to be okay?”

“He’s lost a lot of blood, but he has a chance. This is Dynamight we’re talking about. He won’t go down without a fight.” They started moving towards the ambulance, Koshizu following closely behind.

Koshizu wiped the tears that had started falling. “Right. I would just hate it if I was never able to properly thank him for saving my life.”

“Don’t worry. He knows. You did a good job today.” Koshizu only nodded, praying to any deity that the EMT was right. And with that, the EMT closed the back of the ambulance, driving off with the sirens wailing away.