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lovezbrownies · 4 months

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Yandere!Chief of Police.

Character: Grim Ludenhart, 32, male, 199 cm/ 6'5 ft.

Pretty mild tbh, not too yandere but there is a future work containing your life with him after where it will be darker hopefully. also my ass did not read through this so whatever mistakes i made please ignore them thanks!

Minors DNI!!

Word count: 1725 words.

Content warning: Lying??, obsession, stalking, abuse of power, age gap (5 years- darling: 27, Grim: 32), implications of criminal activity.

Grim isn’t one for love, even the thought of it was unappealing for a while. Up until he met you. Grim was known to be a stoic man, however stoic he can be he was still extremely approachable. Ironically, Grim doesn’t care for anyone aside from his family. Grim would be less popular if these nobles knew what he actually thought of them, due to his job as Chief of Police, he and the rest of the Board of Chiefs of Xelera are required to attend every event and ball that Queen Nia hosts. Although Grim hates Queen Nia’s events he also likes to attend other events that nobles would host and invite him. He only ever goes there to make sure unnecessarily rich bastards keep up their support of the Police, as well as to maintain a good reputation among the nobles, he needs their support for whenever someone dares threaten his position.

All in all, Grim despises the nobles he’s constantly surrounded by, including the nobles he’d publicly called his friends. Which would be why he found himself here, in a tiny bar, sitting in a tiny booth, his real friends around him, all being middle class “peasants”. He liked it here, he can be the small town boy again with these people. ‘’So he cornered me, and mind you he’s doing all of this over a cake! He goes ‘Well, Grim, good to see you! Uh, you got that cake recipe written down yet?’ Blah blah, this man wouldn’t stop yappin’ i had half a mind to smack him right then and there and tell him my ma made it for me!” A roar of laughter goes off, as the laughing dies down Grim flags down a busser working at the bar. He couldn’t see them all that clearly but who cares, he’s just going to pay and leave after all.

Well, he did care, and so did his buddies as they witnessed Grim become awestruck as he talks with the server, an attractive young thing, possibly mid twenties. “Hello! My name is Y/n, is there anything I can help you with?” They greeted the table with a warm smile, a notepad in hand, waiting to be given orders to fulfill. Grim, awestruck, sat quite for a second before collecting himself when one of the guys he’s sitting next to nudged him. ‘’Ahem, yes, can I pay my bill please? Bill’s name under Greg Hart.” Grim cringed, wishing he hadn’t made up a fake name in this bar, if only he knew there was love around the corner. ‘Ah, giving your fake name to the gorgeous busser, how absolutely romantic!’ Grim chastised himself silently.

You nodded, smile as warm as the summer sun, ‘’Alrighty, I’ll get you your bill, does anyone need anything else however?” Your pretty eyes sadly cut contact with Grim to look at the rest of the table, while Grim had been completely fixated on you, even as you left he couldn’t get his eyes off you, the way your hips move, the way you swiftly move about the tables littered around the bar, the way you lean into the bar counter, the way your head tilts as you presumably ask for a Greg Hart’s check. Grim’s train of thought was caught off as the guy next to him threw their arm around Grim. “Well, looks like Grim isn’t interested in us anymore!” The group laughs heartily and Grim chuckles in embarrassment.

Grim’s been a regular at that particular downtown bar since he’s started Cadet School, which would be now be 14 years ago, as soon as he turned 18 he had applied and gotten accepted. And out of those 14 years, the bar only just started getting better when you started working there. Grim had studied your schedule as well as he could, what shifts you had, whether you were closing or opening on a particular day. He knows everything about you, seriously, when he went to work the next day he managed to find your information after skimming through numerous pictures of other Y/Ns who were not you. Grim isn’t a slacker, so he sent over all of your records to his personal laptop to look at when he gets back home. And oh boy did he look! Grim didn’t leave a single record unread, spending hours going through your school records, your medical records, every job you’ve had, he learnt your family’s history entirely, safe to say he unfortunately missed out on seeing you that day at the bar.

Grim doesn’t like going to the bar during the weekdays because his job has always been top priority, yet here he was, chatting you up on a tuesday, the bar mostly empty as you two talk about everything and anything that comes to mind. At some points you’d get interrupted by another patron requesting help, and when that happens Grim liked to glare at them as hard as he could, eventually most regulars learnt to ask for whatever drink they want at the bar itself. Your boss also tried to lecture you on how you’ve barely been doing your job but one look from Grim had them scurrying away.

He hates the fact you call him ‘’Greg’’, he has been chatting with you for 4 weeks now, although it really is his fault he couldn’t come up with a way to tell you that he gave you a fake name and he is actually a fearsome chief. Don’t get me wrong he has a spectacular reputation, he makes sure to have the people’s best interest at heart, but he doesn’t exactly look friendly, a tired set of lifeless eyes paired with lips that never smile has made people fear meeting him. But that’s okay! You know him now after all, you’ve seen him smile, his eyes still look tired but at least they have light in them now! Maybe you’d be open to him if he told you the truth, maybe you’d love him more if you knew about how much power he has! So, as charmingly as he could, asked if you’d like to come home with him after your shift, you know as friends obviously!

And you, charmed and ever so slowly falling for your favorite regular you agreed to his proposal, what you didn’t expect was finding out your regular was actually a chief, and the Chief of Police no less! You did freak out a little but Gre- Grim had calmed you down, told you he liked you and liked how you acted around him, “You are so cute, why would I keep coming to the bar and talk with you only if I found you disrespectful, hm?” Grim smirked at you, moving from the stove to you, standing to your left he leaned a closer to you, you were seated on his kitchen counter while he was cooking up something, you still weren’t sure what he was making but it was probably good.

You shrug, equally leaning closer to him, “Hm, dunno maybe you wanna eat me or something?” Grim chuckled lightly, a handsome grin on his face as he stared into your eyes, and by heavens was he gorgeous. His gray eyes twinkled under the ambient lights in his kitchen, his eyebags suit him so well it was almost unfair how much they made him even more attractive. “If I wanted to eat you, I would’ve already done so, dear.~” Grim’s voice was soft and smooth, masculine and deep, and oh so alluring. His head tilted slightly to the side, causing his hair to flop as well. You’ve always had this urge to touch his hair, to run your hands through it and put it in various different hairstyles, and so taking your chances you raised your hands up off of the kitchen counter and ran your fingers through his hair. Grim leaned into you, humming he closed his eyes, he seemed so serene like this, and his hair is so soft.

You sat there for a minute or so, just appreciating the man in front of you, still caressing his hair, his eyes closed, it seemed like he was so close to purring like a kitty, “I don’t think I’d mind it if you ate me, at least I’m being eaten by someone I like.” You hummed out quietly, yet this nice moment was cut short by him snapping his eyes open, grabbing the hand caressing his hair he brought it down, a little close to his face, which right now seemed a little pinkier than usual. “Y-you like me?” Your surprise was cut short, you laughed leaning into his shoulder.

“Of course I do! Haven’t you noticed yet? Thought you were smart sir, Chief of Police!” Still leaning into his shoulder you turned your head to have a better look at Grim, and quite frankly seeing him this flustered after watching so many interviews and speeches with Grim being completely expressionless was pure gold. Grim was staring at you, eyes wide but not meeting your own, eyebrows straight up, cheeks pink, and mouth slightly agape. You try to take your hand back so you can caress his hair again, but his grip tightens, seemingly getting out of his trance, Grim collects himself, he looks straight into your eyes, his eyes tender with love, he smiles gingerly, though his cheeks are still pink, it seems he’s gained enough courage to speak now.

Grim shrugged your head off his shoulder, cupping your face with his free hand Grim leaned into you, your foreheads now touching. Grim stares at you, looking deep into your eyes with such love it’s making you feel all types of flustered. “I hope you know I’ve never believed in love at first sight until I saw you, I- Can I kiss you?” Grim’s soft and honeyed words have you completely wrapped around his pinkie, he has now completely captivated your heart. You smile, nodding, mentally begging him to make the move, make you his. Little did you know that the moment he captured your lips onto his own you will forever be his, never being let go, and let’s just hope you don’t find out the things he has done and will do to make sure you stay his.

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dendrobium-writes · 1 month

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Preflight Checks

>connection: ok >prc vitals: ok >prc nrvlink: ok >prc syslink: ok >ping: 5ms

“Looks green! Boot ‘er up!”

A blinding light briefly fills your field of view before fading to reveal your surroundings. It doesn’t take long for your mind to adjust to receiving input from ten eyes rather than the standard two. You’ve trained for this, after all. Years of conditioning and several surgeries make this almost second-nature to you.

“Alright, girlie.” The deck chief waves a hand in front of one of your eyes. “Preflight time. Just follow my instructions.”

Right. Preflight checks. Should be easy. “Go ahead and give me a right roll.” Right, okay. You flex your right wrist, putting it in a fully upward position. Your left moves down. “And swap?” You adjust in the opposite direction. You’d go into a left-spinning aileron roll if you were in the air. “Perfect. Airbreak now.” You clench your body, causing the airbreaks to extend. “Alright, great. That seems to be working.”

“Hit the parking break.” Done. as easy as tensing your calves. “Okay, throttle up, slowly.” You breathe in deeply, air entering your intakes. With each exhale, your thruster plume grows until it burns a bright blue. “And disengage.” With a final, deep exhale, your thrust plume dies.

“’Kay, that’s the essentials done. How’dya feel in there?”

You move your right hand to give a thumbs up. Your right aileron extends upward.

“Alrighty then. Let’s get you airborne.” The deck chief pats the nose of the aircraft.

Your nose begins to itch, and you let out an aggravated groan. “Ah, sorry.” The Deck chief doubles back, his pager beeping on his belt. “Force of habit.” He scratches at the nose of the craft, right where he pat it before.

That’s better.

#dendrobium.writes #empty spaces #microfiction #mechposting #mech pilot

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thenamelessonesposts · 4 months

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Alrighty, slightly better intro post. Go ahead and like if you read the whole thing trough

The basic stuff

• I don’t have a name

• I’m 23, transfeminine, nonbinary and I go by they/them, she/her and It/Its

• I’m pansexual

• I’m in an open relationship

• My partner is my everything

• I’m a polytheistic Satanist, Satan is my primary deity but I honor others as well

• I’m an animist and believe all things in nature have unique personalities and spirits

• This blog is is primarily going to be about my experiences exploring my spirituality, sexuality and gender as they’re all connected for me

The more intimate details:

• As previously stated, this blog is mostly gunna be about a few specific things, but I’m also more than comfortable talking about my many *many* kinks, so don’t be surprised if that crops up

• I’m a massive fan of Black Metal and extreme music in general, so I’ll probably end up talking about that too

• Low fantasy, sword and sorcery, and cosmic horror are my favorite genres of fiction

• STALKER is the best game franchise, fight me

• I refer to Satan as a feminine entity. To me she is a feminine entity. That doesn’t mean I think seeing Satan as masculine or androgynous is wrong. I believe she takes whatever form makes us most comfortable

• I also practice traditional witchcraft and chaos magick, but I probably won’t bring either of those up often

My gods, and what they mean to me:

• Mother Satan: Dark Lord of The Forest, Protector of Nature, Guardian of Queer People, Giver of Knowledge, Carnality and Desire, Chief of Rebels. Primary deity

• Dionysus: God of queerness, alcohol, festivity, sex and gender fluidity. Secondary deity

• Odin: Giver of wisdom and magick, lord of the hanged, keeper of hidden knowledge

• Loki: God of cunning, fire and magick

• Hecate: Goddess of witchcraft, the moon and the dead

#introduction #intro post #theistic satanism #satanism #satanist #trans #queer #nonbinary #pansexual #pagan #witchcraft #chaos magick #eclectic pagan

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shankss-magnificent-ass · 1 year

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Imagine figuring out when King's birthday is

That Fall

You: *notices King has it noted in his planner that he had no plans on the afternoon of December 1st* sir, would you like to schedule the quarterly finance meeting on the December first?

King: no, keep that afternoon open please, I'll be taking time off that afternoon.

You: I've worked for you for almost a year, and you've never taken time off. Is there any particular reason why?

King: ... No reason

You: *suspicious* okay.

A week later

You: *has to pull the past three years worth of King's planners from the archive for actual work but checks December 1st in all the planners and deduces that it must be important to him*, so he always takes that afternoon off

Yamato: *sprawled on top of a desk, eating Cheetos and intentionally get dust on the floor of Kaido's office* hmm yeah, my father will usually give him some sort of gift, and they go out to lunch together. Although few times Father even tried to get him some of the girls from the brothels to entertain him for the night, but the last time was back when I was a kid. I'm pretty sure after his lunch with my father, he holes himself up in his room.

You: oh can't imagine that went over well.

Yamato: HaHa! No, one of the girls got pushy and King had to throw her out of his quarters.

You: it must be his birthday then, King is too much of a duty driven workaholic to take time off for himself for anything.

Yamato: oh my god, maybe, now that I think about it, I don't know his birthday.

You: in that case I need to move around a few of his appointments

Yamato: *crushes a handful of puffy Cheetos and sprinkles it across Kaido's chair* why would you do that?

You: because he works too much, so any chance I can get him to relax I'll take it.

December 1st

King: when's my appointment with Orochi?

You: Tomorrow

King: You're wrong, check again, I scheduled it for today.

You: I'm not wrong, I moved it two weeks ago to tomorrow. In fact, I moved most of today's appointments to different days. The only thing on your schedule today is Queen's annual service review, torturing a few prisoners, and your lunch with Kaido.

King: oh my, what did I do to deserve such pleasant day?

You: *shrugs* just lucky I guess, it's not like it's your birthday or something. *Squints at King*

King: How'd you know?

You: because only you would need need to wait until your birthday to be able to justify taking time off to yourself. Oh, and remind me which restaurant you are going to with Kaido?

King: His chiefs are making Spicy Udon for us, it's one of my favorites.

You: but not your favorite, which is why I had a crew go out and get a bunch of flying fish to make sashimi for your dinner. It'll be delivered to your rooms at six, and the servants have instructions to deliver it to your door, where they'll ring a bell to announce that it's there, so you don't have to talk to or interact with anyone.

King: I don't deserve you sometimes.

You: I know

King: *ruffles your hair and laughs* you're not supposed to agree with me.

That evening

You: *knocks on King's bedroom door* Sir, I apologize for interrupting your evening, but I've come to deliver something.

King: *currently doing some self-care, so he's not wearing his mask* ... come in

You: *drags in a bouquet of massive flowers you had the Tontatta's grow, and his present* Alrighty tidy, these are yours, happy birthday

King: If you keep this up you'll spoil me. What flowers are these? I've never seen them before, but they're somehow familiar.

You: That's because they're from atop the Red Line. They're called, Flame Daisies, they were once the symbol of the Lunarian Kingdom. They also remind me of you, and they're good for your skin.

King: *didn't anticipate flowers would open an emotional can of worms*, and what's in the box?

You: just a little something something,

King: *opens it to find boxes filled with paperwork and gives you a confused look*

You: those are the only remaining copies of your Punk Hazard records, to do with as you please.

King: you're kidding

You: nope, I destroyed the others, I even got Vega Punk to delete his mental records of them. Good night King, and happy birthday.

King: now wait a damn minute, you can't make me feel like a weepy little bitch, and then just dip. No, your ass is staying here and drinking with me. You're also getting a few face masks, because your'r skin looks awful, sit your ass down.

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#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #king one piece #king the wildfire x reader #king the conflagration x reader #king the wildfire #king the conflagration #yamato one piece #beast pirates #animal kingdom pirates #from the depths of the dragon's hoard #tma original #12/1/22 #no beta we die like men

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jelloangela · 1 year

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For the sake and lack of Mayor content, I’ll be writing some of [LMK] Mayor x Reader Dating HCs for the lovers and fans of Mayor.

Warnings: Strong Language in some parts. I do deeply apologize if I’m being too non-canonical with his character. And a lot, I mean, A LOT of jumping around with topics.

[LMK] Mayor x Reader Dating HCs (SFW)

-What else do I need to say about this man? He’s an absolute gentleman. He’s just a good old-fashioned man.

-Nicknames for you? “You look absolutely magnificent as usual, darling.” “Need my assistance, my dear?” “Quite clever of you, love.” “You’re quite adorable, my beloved.”

-The Mayor probably has had a few past romantic relationships during his chief era so he has the experience of being within a romantic relationship.

-When both of you plan a date whether it’s going to a luxurious restaurant, a simple walk in the park or even a picnic with the most beautiful view of the city of Megalopolis. He always has a bouquet of flowers in his hand, awaiting for you. He may as well buy you small gifts, chocolate or whatever you take interest in.

-Giving him a gift…He doesn’t care what you give him. He will cherish whatever you give him until he perishes. Imagine you give him flowers, he will keep those flowers alive somehow. Don’t question it. He always admired your gifts, it gives him a reminder of you whenever you’re not with him.

-He definitely would have a picture of you on his desk that he’ll look at, but he prefers you at his side rather than a motionless picture.

-He’s usually busy majority of the time, serving for Lady Bone Demon or maintaining the control of Megalopolis as mayor. BUT he makes up for it. Taking you out or you coming by just to hang out with you! (Along with flowers and gifts, aha)

-Teases verbally, physically and compliments, do I need to say more? You might be walking on the side walk together, and suddenly, he gently picks up your hand and kisses it. He doesn’t care about your looks, he loves the way just as you truly are.

“I absolutely love you so much, my love.”

“This is the 15th time you’ve said that within 1 hour, but I love you too.” :)

-He loves PDA. You guys would be seen walking together hand in hand or he might just kiss you randomly before he disappears with a ‘POOF!’ If you’re someone who isn’t fond of PDA, no worries! He’ll respect your boundaries by all means.

-You’d get more emotions from him than his signature creepy-ass smile that puts on display. He trusts you after all! Sometimes when you visit him, his eyes light up. Practically twinkling and delighted at the sight of your presence.

-When you guys cuddle…goodness. Majority of the time, he’s big spoon. He just loves the feeling of his arms wrapped around your figure. Big or small, tall or short, it doesn’t matter. This brings him a sense of not only comfort but him being able to have you protected within his arms.

-Speaking of being protective, did I mention possessiveness? No? Alrighty. When you leave him to get something or run an errand, he tends to worry. You’ve been gone for…what? Like 8 minutes? Too bad, he’s going out there within the city in search of you to be sure you’re safe and sound.

-If someone ever flirts with you and he does take notice and he’s either going to stand there menacing with his signature smile or he’s gonna make sure they never see the light of day ever agai- (Really depends on his mood or how that ‘someone’ acts towards you) He may as well perform a heated make-out session with you right there and then. Overall, he’s laidback and as I’ve said before, he trusts you. Don’t try to break it.

-Whenever you rant or vent to him, he’s definitely all on ears for you. After all, he adores it when you’re happy. He would comfort you whenever you’re having a bad day, anything that would brighten your mood so he could see that beautiful smile on your face.

-When both of you go shopping…If you stare something at the shop’s display window or something on the shelf for more than 5 seconds, he’s buying that for you. No excuses. Being the mayor does have benefits after all, he doesn’t give a shit if you want something that’s absolutely expensive. He’ll buy it just for you.

-Um…Amazing cook?? This motherfucker will literally cook up anything you desire within seconds. You just stand there gawking at him when he has the dish in his hands, perfection. If you ever cook for him, he practically is delighted with glee and just internally melts just by the caring gesture. If both of you don’t feel like cooking? Take-out it is. He would always let you choose whatever you want to order as long as you’re happy.

-If you’re ever sick? Never fear! Your dear Mayor is here! Immediately would cook a dish that would help the process of you feeling better again. Along with cuddles and kisses- If you need help while you’re in bed, your Mayor is already along your bedside to aid you. Extra blanket? Coming right up! Water? Already in hand! I don’t even think he would catch a sickness, it’s very rare for him to be sick in fact.

“Mayor, you’re literally gonna get sick because of me. Please, I’m already grateful for all that you’ve done. I wouldn’t want you catching my sickness because you want cuddles-”

“So? I don’t see the problem. No more excuses nor any no’s, my dear.”

-Definitely the type to sneak up behind you. He loves to see your reactions! It amuses him very much especially when he surprises you with kisses or even just the slightest touch. Although..if you try sneak up behind him, he knows, but he’ll act oblivious.

“BOO! Didn’t expect that, did you?”

“My, my, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

-Every time, he always uses an exaggerated loving tone, he’s absolute lovesick with you, no doubt. Someone save LBD with his fucking rants about you nonstop.

-Overall? Absolute Boyfriend/Husband Material. <3

#lmk mayor x reader #mayor x reader #lmk mayor #lmk hc #headcanons #lmk rant #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid #Lego monkey kid mayor #I’m absolutely in love help me

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skyfallslayer · 9 months

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The Darkness In Me || Story 1: The (Wo)Man Without Fear

-Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader-

Main Masterlist || Series Masterlist

🖤 Series Summary: You were shocked to find out your childhood friend turned out to be the Kingpin of the underworld, but you had to put those thoughts aside to bring him down. You were Hell’s Kitchen vigilante, its protector. There's no valid reason not to stop him. However, when your hidden feelings for him start to surface once more, how will you be able to even think about bringing him down?

🖤 Story Summary: After all these years away, you’re finally relocated back to Hell’s Kitchen, the place where you were born, a place filled with happy memories. However, the city is not what you remembered, and when your job as a detective is not enough to save it, you might have to become something more.

🖤 Date: 8/8/23

🖤 Rating: Mature

🖤 Word Count: 5,162 (Consider this an introduction)

🖤 Warning: Blood; Alcohol Consumption; Small Reference to Past Abuse; Small Reference to PTSD; Domestic Abuse (not towards Reader!); Heavy Language; Mental Breaking Point; Brief Talk of Death/Dying. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

🖤 A/N: Matt's unfortunately not in this first story, but he is mentioned repeatedly! This first story's kind of introduction to what the reader is and how HK brings the darkness out in everyone. I will say this though, pay attention to some detail because I will be doing some call backs to them throughout the series 'cause they'll be handy. I promise! Also, the reader in this story does have special abilities that you'll have to try to piece together (because I'm evil like that. Lol). Other than that, Enjoy! And let me know if I miss any kind of warnings :)

You had down your third beer in one sitting before slamming it on the counter and heavily sighing. Your coworker, or should you say ex-coworker, watched you bittersweetly for the stool next to you.

“Take it easy, L/N. I don’t want to have to drag you back home.” Max, who was also your partner in the force, said in his usual kind voice.

“What home?” You reply, waving to the bartender for another beer. “I don’t have a home anymore here, remember?”

“It’s just a figure of speech.” He frowns, worriedly. “You really that upset about moving?”

“Well, fuck yes!” You pound your fist into the counter. “I screwed up on the tiniest thing ever and I’m relocated!” You grabbed the beer that was placed in front of you. “Relocated on the other side of the country.”

This unfortunately was true; You had accidently messed something up during an important case, something that was deemed extremely small compared to everything else and your police chief still punished you. You sigh again, taking a long swig.

“Hey, at least it wasn’t like you were demoted.” Max pointed out on the bright side. “Maybe this is a good thing. Didn’t you tell me once you used to live in New York?”

You nod, slowly, painfully. “Born and pretty much raised there until eight because of my parents passing.” You’re frowned with a hint of bitterness. “Then I moved out here with my good for nothing Aunt.”

Such a pain in the ass. You cursed and took another swig.

His concern deepens. “Okay, maybe stop with the beer.”

You roll your (Y/E/C) eyes. “Ah, I’ll burn it off. Alcohol doesn’t work on me.”

“Alcohol works on everyone.”

“Yeah, but not me.” Your metabolism was too fast to get a buzz. You sigh one last time, before putting a smile on your face. “Alright. Come on, partner–” You pat him on the back. “Let’s have a little fun. It’s my last night here.”

Max seemed hesitant at first before coping your expression. He chuckles and raises his glass. “Alrighty, then. To partners in crime.”

“To partners in crime.” You repeat and clink your beverages together. And before you know it…

You’re dragging him back to his house, apologizing to his wife for his drunkenness.

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The sound of the key unlocking the front door was all you were focused on until it swooped open. You stare inside as your new landlord sidesteps to give you a better view.

“Here she is.” He said as you walked in, looking around. The place was small, you expected nothing less than a New York apartment; It consisted with a decent size kitchen, living/dining area, and a bedroom with a full size bathroom. There were a few cosmetic things that could be fixed down the road but it didn’t look too bad.

“Is everything to your liking, Miss?” He asked, with a nervous tone as you nodded.

“Yeah, everything looks fine.” You reply with a small smile. You were glad that you didn’t pack too much. “Uh, Mr. Gale–” You look at him. “The moving truck should be here tomorrow. Do I… need to do anything special? Like letting you know, or…”

He shook his head. “No. As long as you know them, I don’t really care who comes in and out of here. I just need you to pay your rent on time.”

You chuckle lightly. “Will do.”

He hums and starts to leave; but not before handing over the key. “If you need anything else, you know where to find me.”

“Thank you.”

Once he leaves you set your purse down on the kitchen counter, and roll your suitcase into the bedroom before taking a deeper look around. Everything seemed to be clean and intact.

Good. The last thing I need is my new home to be falling apart. You stopped to gaze out your living area window, one that gazes upon the main road and other apartments nearby.

This kind of reminds me of my old apartment. The only place you and your parents lived in before they passed. Not in the safest of areas (not like Hell’s Kitchen had many places like that), but you still called it home. But you’ll admit that the level above yours was much nicer that made you a bit green. But that color would fade every time you met up with him. The boy just a year older (and a bit taller) than you.

Your friend.

Your best friend you considered once.

Your eyes fell to the sidewalk below, nostalgia running deep.

“Come On, Y/N! I’ll race you to the bodega.” He would tease and break off into a run, laughing like the child he was.

You would always puff out your chest in annoyance, but ended up always flustered by him. “Murdock, you dummy! I’ll get you for that!!”

And sometimes you would. Sometimes you wouldn’t. Sometimes you let him win because it made your heart flutter with joy.

You smiled bittersweetly at the memory, before feeling your soul completely ache. Your friend, he never… he never…

He never wrote me back. And that was the depressing truth.

When you had to up and leave to live with your aunt, you and him would stay in touch by being each others’ pen pals. You guys would write pretty much every week, and if your aunt allowed it, you would give each other a call. But then one day… it all stopped. No more letters or phone calls. Just complete silence. It was like he just suddenly disappeared without a trace. It was…

Bizarre.

I wonder what ever happen to him? A part of you wants to know but then another part of you wonders…

Is it worth opening Pandora’s box?

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The following day you find yourself catching your new badge as it was flung in your direction, as the officer who’s being your “tour guide” walks sluggishly in front of you.

He waves his hand nonchalantly at you as he starts to speak. “We’ll get you fitted with a new gun later on, Miss…?”

You tried not to eye roll as you repeated your name once again. “L/N.”

“L/N. Right.” He claps his hands together. “Okay. Uh, well… I don’t know what it was like in San Francisco for you, but I doubt it’s like anything you’re ever going to deal with here.”

You tilt your head, confused. “What do you mean?” You asked, and you followed him through a crowd of busy people in blue and business suits (who gave zero shits about trying to move out of the way as you passed).

Seriously, we can’t just sit down and talk for a min–

He sighs loudly. “Listen, kid–”

“Kid? Where about the same–”

“New York, especially Hell’s Kitchen, is a whole other ballgame. There’s even a rumor that crime was born here, which I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s true.”

You found yourself frowning, putting your annoyance on pause (or at least pausing to feel him/the place out). “That bad, huh?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “So whatever you do, watch your back, because even with a partner, you’re on your own.” He explained, as he entered the office area. “Speaking of which… Hey, Grimm!”

A young looking lad looks up from his paperwork. “Yeah?”

“The new detective’s here.” He jerks his thumb in your direction. “Is Castle in at all?”

Grimm scoffs. “When is Castle ever in?” He looks away. “Haven’t seen him since Tuesday.”

And… it’s Thursday. You thought, already getting a sour taste in your mouth.

“Let me guess–” You cross your arms and speak the truth you see in front of you. “He’s my new partner?”

“Captain Frank Castle. Ex-Marine turned Cop. He’s–”

“He’s a loose cannon.” Grimm shouts back, getting a dirty look.

“Officer Grimm!”

“What?” The young lad shrugs. “It’s true.”

Your frown deepens, the irritation you’ve been showing on and off your face all morning is starting to give you wrinkles. “So… a loose cannon?” You said, truly couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

He sighs. “He is, but he knows his shit. You’ll learn a lot from him… when he actually shows up.” He mumbled the last part as he started walking again. He soon starts pointing around as he speaks. “You’re desk’s over here, use it as you please. Castle’s is across from you. Our murder board is over there for all our ‘bigger’ crimes, and next to it is our most wanted.”

You stopped in front of the board, curiosity peaked. Your eyes scanned to the first one. “Who’s Quentin Beck?” You asked, never hearing that name before.

“Quentin Beck, used to be a normal guy who owned a carnival in the park. Everything seemed fine until we got reports of people complaining about some… strange things happening. Turns out, on his main attraction, he was using drugs that induce peoples’ fears for them to stay longer. Or… forcibly making them stay longer.”

You nearly got a chill from listening to that. “Freaky. What happened to him? You obviously didn’t catch him.”

“Disappeared when we went in for an arrest. But we didn’t get any reports that he’s left the city or this country. So, who knows if he’s even still here.” A sarcastic smug tugged on his lips. “But hey, you’re a detective, maybe you’ll bring him in.”

You tried to hold your tongue, as you narrowed your eyes. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we, Officer?”

He seemed to not like your tone as you could see his jaw clenches. “Armory’s towards the back. Help yourself.” He said with a bit of a bite, and then left.

Asshole. You wiped your expression clean as you looked back at the board. So many names and so many faces to memorize. Yet, There were some… questionable people the police were supposed to take down.

Sure there were some scary looking ones like Sergi Kravinoff, or Adrian Toomes. Then there were others that didn’t quite look menacing, like Jefferson Davis, or someone they just dubbed “Black Cat”.

Black cat? You must have had a puzzled look on your face because Officer Grimm suddenly appeared next to you to answer all your questions.

“She may not look like much, but she’s a master thief. She’s stolen a lot of goods around the whole city.” He explains, holding out an extra cup of coffee. “Goods that are damn near irreplaceable.”

“Thanks.” You said, taking a sip of the lukewarm beverage. “So she’s hard to catch?”

“Extremely. She always slips through our fingers somehow.”

“Well that sucks.” Your eyes studied the bored again, thinking. “This city has a lot more crime than I remember.” Or maybe you just didn’t see it because you were so young, which was a strong possibility. I mean you were only eight when you were forced to live somewhere else.

The next thing you said you only could wish it fell on death’s ears as you chuckle, jokingly. “There’s so much crime here, I’m starting to think there’s a kingpin running the show–”

Grimm’s hand suddenly latched onto your wrist, pulling you to his level. “Do not say his name.” He hissed, scared as his eyes were blown wide.

Out of surprise, yours did too. “W-What?”

“Do not say his name. Do not question him.”

“Q-Question who? I was just joking.”

It was just a joke. Why does he look so terrified? You wondered as he seems to be recollecting himself, but he shows no signs of letting you go just yet.

You look between your wrist and his eyes, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice. “Officer Grimm, do you think you could–”

“Listen, Detective.” He whispers, harshly. “In this city, we do things differently. And if you want any fucking chance at surviving, I suggest you follow the program. Do as you’re told, and don’t ever speak his name again. You hear me?”

You find yourself nodding out of fear, which seemed good enough for him as he finally lets go of you and walks away. You hold your bruised wrist close to you as you look away from his direction.

What in the hell– You look at the board again, looking at it in a new light.

What in the hell was that all about?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The rest of the work day you felt like if you didn’t tread water, you were going to drown. You had to watch what you say, what you did. You felt like if you did something wrong you’d get a dagger in your back or a bag over your head. You felt like you were a step away from the guillotine.

It made you nauseous to think about it, just enough to chew on your fingernails the whole cab ride home.

This is a fucking police department. I shouldn’t feel unsafe.

Never in your almost nine year career had you felt unsafe in your own job (and you worked in one of the most crime ridden cities out there). Now it was almost scary to even breathe without the thought of getting another scare from Officer Grimm.

Jesus. How the fuck am I going to even do this? You let out a sigh as you fiddled with your keys.

And what was he so afraid of? Who was he afraid of? Or was he just… overreacting? You can only hope he was as you finally reached the top of the stairs and started heading down the hallway towards your apartment; But that’s when you heard it (or really anyone should have heard it).

A harsh slap to the face and someone yelping in surprise.

You faltered your movements almost straight away to listen, and you noticed someone’s cries -a woman’s- and a man speaking in harsh whispers in the apartment you stopped next to. You heard some… interesting threats that set off your “detective senses”. Putting on an emotionless mask and tucking away your keys, you marched to the door and knocked loudly like you were on a house call. You immediately heard everything grow quiet inside before someone was stomping towards the door, throwing it open like they were being bothered.

“What the fuck do you want?” The man, you say mid-30s, snapped at you with cold eyes.

Really cold eyes. They kind of remind you of…

“Thought I’d stop by and say ‘Hi’. I’m your new neighbour down the hall.” You reply, staring him dead in the face (and tucked away the creeping memory that was starting to flash before you).

He scoffs. “And?”

Without even blinking you flash your badge towards him, watching the color drain from his face. “I work with one of the HK police departments. I was coming back home when I heard something alarming. Thought I’d make sure everything was okay.” You explain, as he swallows and your eyes trail past his shoulders to a woman whose face was lingering with bruises of every color in the rainbow. “Is she okay?”

“Her?” He laughs nervously. “She’s fine. My wife’s a klutz. She was cleaning out our closet when a couple things came flying off the shelf. You know how that is. Right?”

His lie made you mentally raise an eyebrow.

Seriously, that’s the best you could come up with? You almost laughed in his face, but you had to stay professional (bit seriously, he couldn’t give you the overused excuse that she was hit by a door?).

You looked back at the wife, replying, “Is that all true, Ma’am?” You hoped that she could see that you wanted to help, that you could help. You hoped she could see the worriedness and empathy you had in your orbs. The tiny shine that gave off the word ‘beg’.

Just say yes. Just say yes I can arrest his fucking–

She shook her head too quickly. “Y-yes. I-It’s all true. I need to be more careful.” She said, and tried to smile reassuringly (it looked so painful to even do so).

“See? She’s fine.” The husband said, all smug once more. “Thank you for your concern, but everything seems good here.”

He slams the door in your face, and he acts like you weren’t even there because he started the same shenanigans again. You find yourself clenching your fists in a way your fingernails dug into your skin (Those familiar crescent moons will surely appear tomorrow).

You clenched your own jaw, gritting your teeth and your veins grew hot.

I can do it. You felt your blood boil/bubble, and your fingertips getting coated in a red dust; Your eyes starting to turn the same shade of cherry.

I’ve got the abilities. I’ve got the strength to break down this door. I can just… But you let yourself trail off as realization sets in.

You can’t.

You can’t be the hero in this.

You can’t risk exposing yourself again.

You can’t be the thing that you were born as.

And you fucking hated that.

You take a deep breath, the ones that are long and you feel the chill in your lungs. Your blood settled, the haze disappearing, the light disappearing from your pupils. When you felt and looked normal, you fished out your keys again as you forced yourself to turn a blind eye on that monster’s home.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

After checking out a café near your place, you immediately dove into your work. Since your partner seemed absent again, and nobody else seemed to want to give you any pointers, you were forced to do things on your own, to find things to keep you preoccupied for your shift. Deciding it would be the best to refamiliarize yourself with your surroundings (Since you’ve been gone for… what? Twenty years now?). You start flipping through some folders that were “hot spots” for crime. After a couple, one of them caught your eye.

An old abandoned carnival called: The Cursed Carnival of Mysterio. And who was the owner? Well that was–

Quinten Beck? You pinch your brows together in confusion. This was… interesting.

Quinten Beck, age unknown, is still residing on the property but hasn’t been seen since– What? Now you’re even more confused. Didn’t the officer yesterday tell you something completely different? Didn’t he say that Beck hasn’t been seen in years?

You shake your head and keep reading.

Hasn’t been seen since last month with his usual meeting with Dr. Curt Connors, talking over their deal with hallucination drugs– What the fuck? Now this really wasn’t making any sense. Why would someone write this down about a criminal and not do anything?

Shouldn’t someone have stopped this guy already if they know he’s still here? And who is Dr. Connors? You bite your thumb as you thought all of this over, trying to see if you could make any sense over this. But everything you came up with fell short. It just didn’t make any fucking sense.

Maybe… Dr. Connors is like an undercover agent? Maybe they’re waiting on getting some intel before going after Beck? That seemed like a possibility (And one you were secretly wishing was true).

I’ve got to see who this guy is. You swerve your chair to the right to get closer to your monitor, quickly loading the database. However, just as you type in his name and click enter, your screen went completely black; and you could see why. In the corner of your eye, you saw one of your coworkers had unplugged the computer like it was nothing.

You cocked your head in their direction, disbelief resting on your features.

What in the actual fu–

“It’s probably for the best if you don’t look him up.” Grimm’s voice broke through as he was suddenly standing beside you. He had the most innocent look on his face, almost like he didn’t realize what just occurred. He gives you a reassuring gaze and replies, “Dr. Connors is… nobody to worry about.”

The façade you so desperately always keep on while on the job suddenly chipped away, your anger (and a sense of betrayal) started to seep in very clearly.

That was your cross to bear. Your hotheadedness was something you always had to keep in check, which you always managed to do. But on some occasions it would slip out without even noticing.

Kind of like right now.

You were a snake that had set its eyes on its prey.

You stand up slowly, menacingly, as you lock eyes with him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, low and cold that made his face twitch as soon as you spoke.

“W-Wh-What?” Grimm slurred, thrown off by your sudden mood change.

“I said, what’s that supposed to mean? Why shouldn’t I worry about Dr. Connors? If there really isn’t nothing, then why the fuck did my colleague over here just unplug my computer? Couldn’t you have come up to me and said something instead?” You seemed to have backed him in a corner as he paled under your intense gaze.

“W-Well… y-you seem pretty headstrong with your job, I’m sure you would have kept looking despite what we say.” He replies which was the dumbest fucking excuse you’ve ever heard (Seriously, what’s with these damn excuse all of a sudden?).

You felt your blood starting to spike like yesterday, but you had enough control to keep your energy in check, but you couldn’t say the same thing for the venom that was trickling off your tongue into your words.

“And so what if I kept looking? Huh?” You jerk your thumb towards yourself. “I’m a detective. Even if they seem innocent it’s my job to look at even the tiniest of details until I rule them out as innocent.” Your voice starts to grow louder, turning a few heads but you didn’t care. “So what’s so wrong about me looking into this guy?”

It took his silence and a look of fear on his face to finally put the pieces together. Your state of incertitude last night had suddenly cleared like a crystal.

“Oh… I see now.” You said, a laugh was on the end of your tongue as you looked at him in bewilderment/surprise. “Let me make a guess–” You raised an eyebrow. “Am I not following ‘the program’ you spoke of?”

The whole room immediately froze and stared at you like a circus freak. Grimm paled some more as you scoffed at their reaction.

“Really?” You said, in disbelief. “You’re all taking orders from an outside source? Someone who isn’t our Commander?” Another scoff. “Oh, and let me fucking guess who that could be! Is it that Kingpin guy I was joking about yesterday?”

“Lieutenant, don’t say his name.” Grimm said, worriedly shaking his head.

“Or what? If I say it three times does he just fucking appear out of thin air? Why the fuck do we have someone using us and criminals as fucking puppets? Explain how that happened?!”

He waves his hands in defense. “Okay, okay! We will! But–” He swallows. “You’ve got to calm down first. Then once you accept the rules to the program, you can–”

“I’m not accepting whatever rules there are.” You snapped, shaking your own hand. “I’m not going to have someone other than my superior tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

“Lieutenant, if you don’t follow the rules there will be consequences. You could lose your own life, you could–”

“I’m a cop. The possibility of losing my life comes with it.”

“B-But this is different! This guy’s not someone you should mess with!”

“Then, you–” You jab your finger into his chest before waving it around. “Or anyone in this fucking room can tell this ‘Kingpin’ that if he wants me to join his little program, he’ll have to tell me himself. Face-to-fucking-face.”

You snagged your belongings off your desk and stormed out of the office, never looking back.

Never looked back to them shaking to their core.

Never looked back as they mumbled with terror.

Never looked back as they crawled under their desk to hide.

Never looked back…

At the fucking mess you had been placed in.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You wanted to scream.

Or maybe you did when you decided to walk home instead of a taxi to… ‘cool your head’. In fact, all that thinking might have made your mood worse. The fact that everyone in that precinct was under some guy’s thumb said it all. How were you supposed to do your job if you couldn’t do it? Who was this guy that wasn’t even allowing anybody to catch extremely dangerous criminals?

Kingpin or not, I’m not falling under your thumb.

You enter your apartment building, walking up the stairs to the next floor when you spot your ‘lovely’ neighbour coming down with a new pep in his step, phone up by his ear.

“-on my way – Yeah – Oh, yeah. It’ll be great.” He talks loudly, nearly plowing you over as you pass.

And when he did something…

Clicked inside you.

You pause on the steps, glancing back as your neighbour starts leaving. You frown and find yourself coming up with an idea that was either the best idea ever…

Or the most treacherous one yet.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Your neighbour and his friends laughed as they flickered their cigarettes off the rooftop, landing somewhere unknown below. It was like three men reliving their teenage years. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing if your neighbour wasn’t such a shitty husband.

“Hey, man, we’re going to get more beers.” One of his friends said as they started backtracking to the door to the bar below.

“Sounds good.” Your neighbour said, lighting another bud.

The door closes, leaving him utterly alone in the dark of the night, basking in the full moon’s light. He takes a long puff from his cigarette, blowing it into the warm air, completely oblivious that you were suddenly behind him like the grim reaper.

“So this is what you do in your free time.” You said, making your voice sound deeper and lower.

He turned around quickly, finding you in head to toe black, only your eyes were exposed. He cocked his head to the side, not even showing any kind of surprise or shock. “Who the hell are you? And how’d you get up here without me hearing?”

“I’ll give you a choice. Turn yourself in or I’ll use force.”

He scoffs. “For what?”

“For assaulting your wife.”

His face falls before swiftly turning into anger. “What the fuck are you talking about? With what proof?” You stayed silent which got him even more riled up. “Listen, whoever the fuck you are, you need to be on your merry way.”

And as soon as his hand clasped your shoulder you took a swing, which you’ll admit… you’re out of practice; Because before you know it, he’s elbowed you in the stomach before grabbing onto the back of your hoodie, and–

Pushes you off the roof.

His eyes suddenly widened at what he just did, and took a step back from the ‘crime scene’. “Oh, my god…” He covers his mouth. “Oh, my god… I just…” He shakes his head. “No. He attacked me first. This was self defense. They’ll have to believe me, they’ll–”

And then all the color seemed to drain from his body.

You were suddenly in front of him, feet nowhere near the ledge/floor of the roof.

You stare down at him, eyes starting to glow a reddish hue.

He stumbles back on the balls of his feet, trembling under your gaze. “W-W-What a-are you?” He cried, lip quivering. “H-How are you flo–”

You leaped at him before he could finish, tackling him to the ground, straddling his waist before you let loose. The anger you kept in check came undone as you struck him with your fists over, and over, and over, and over again. You struck him until his face was covered in bruises and painted in red; And you didn’t stop until you heard the satisfying crack in his nose.

You grab him by the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. “If you ever hurt your wife again… I will fucking know.” You hissed through your teeth before knocking him out cold.

And then it was quiet.

Besides your heart was in your ears it was still quiet.

You were panting almost silent as your adrenaline started to cease.

You could feel his blood on your face through your makeshift mask.

You could feel your fingers almost aching for more.

It felt…

Strangely satisfying.

Oddly.

Greatly.

Satisfying.

And when his friends finally arrived, you were already on the other side of the street, watching in the shadows as they frantically started calling for an ambulance.

It shouldn’t feel good, but you did. Even as his blood coated your hands like an ointment, it didn’t feel as bad as it should. But you were a detective, a cop, you were supposed to stop the bad guys. Did it matter that you weren’t in uniform this time? Should it matter?

…And should you feel bad?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The sound of someone knocking on your door woke you up early the next morning. You grumbled in your state of exhaustion, wondering if someone from your job was coming to get you.

Fuckers. Just go away. You tried turning to a new position, shutting your eyes tighter as they knocked again.

And then again.

And again.

And–

You groaned as you sat up, grabbing your bathrobe off your chair to cover your nude form. “I’m coming!” You announced, before yawning. “This better be good…” You walked up to the peephole, taken back by the fact that no one was actually there. “What?”

You take off the deadbolt and unlock the door, poking your head out into your hallway.

Nothing. Nobody in sight.

When you were about to call yourself crazy you spotted something on your fuzzy doormat. In surprise, you found yourself staring at a beautifully decorated vase filled with brightly colored, freshly cut red roses.

“Flowers?” You said, bending down to carefully pick it up, examining it. You just wanted to make sure there wasn’t some sort of trap (you had plenty of those in your career).

They seemed normal but the number of them was odd.

Nine.

Nine means that the person who gifted them to you wants to signify eternal love and show that you want to spend the rest of your life with you.

Now that was really stumping you, especially when you spotted a card that was no help at all. On the simple, white, rectangular card was neat cursive handwriting that said:

‘Welcome Back.’

Welcome back? You look around again making absolutely sure that you didn’t miss anything or anyone. You continued to see nothing again.

You found yourself staring at the card again, wondering:

What the hell is going on?

(TBC)

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Orphanage of livestock

Alrighty, buckle up guys, time for another very cringy theory. :D Big thanks to my friend @dorkshadows for all our discussions about the current arc; this arc is really making us wrack our brain for ideas. xD

To start, here's a reminder as to where we stand vis à vis bizarre dolls:

UT first used to edit those corpses' cinematic records with fake memories he made during the Campania arc, but it quickly changed during the Weston arc to "longing for the future"...

...which are "incomplete fragments that the dead crave about the future they were to have had". Since UT didn't explain anything new ever since, it's likely that the records are still being edited with this method in the current arc.

Then, with the blue sect arc, we were introduced to the use of blood transfusions as "fuel" for the bizarre dolls' longevity...

...and our!Ciel's side set out to crash these collect operations in order to weaken the Undertaker and real!Ciel's side.

Mey Rin's investigation confirmed the existence of one blood collect site...

and so did Bard's:

However, in Finny and Snake's investigation, while the orphanage did sort the children into 4 groups too, the elder siblings pointed out that...

...not only have they never any blood drawn from them, but the orphanage is rather forcing them to attend classes, in order to develop their "aptitude" based on the tests they took when they arrived. Most importantly, when Ginny fledged, the chief of staff said...

...that "the aptitude honed there will make contributions to the world" (as a child with Corgi aptitudes, Ginny's classes were about physical activities "like gymnastics or horse riding").

Investigating Ginny having fledged, that's when Finny, Snake and the elder siblings discovered yet another lab (very similar to the one in Sphere music hall) with evidence of blood collection, but also of organ collection.

So, since this arc with Finny and Snake heavily parallels the circus arc, I was wondering if the purpose of dissecting these poor kids was similar to what Kelvin and the doc did with the kids they abducted:

In other words, whoever is behind this operation (UT is involved, but he might not be the only Shinigami deserter behind this) are maybe killing the kids to collect blood but also many different organs, so that they can probably upgrade their latest bizarre dolls (both in body and record).

Under read more for additional explanations/speculations:

1) the orphanage collects the children's organs to physically upgrade BDs ?

Most likely by grafting new organs or body parts (taken from the orphanage kids who fledged) on bizarre dolls who need them.

For example, considering the Polaris = Joker theory: back in the circus arc, Joker said:

and then Seb cut his second hand. Yet, when Polaris attacked Agni (who was quite strong), Agni noticed that...

...his opponent was very quick and strong. So if Polaris is indeed Joker, then it's likely BD!Joker has new strong arms.

Additionally, crack thought, but we witnessed both Doll and real!Ciel suddenly collapsing, which we automatically linked to needing more blood to keep on functioning, but if they really got new organs from those kids, then maybe...

...the issue we witnessed isn't anemia, but some sort of graft versus host disease? Or both lmao. (I'm totally reaching here)

2) the orphanage also collects the children's organs to gain more sponsors ?

Additionally to the Bizarre Dolls, these organs could be used to gain more sponsors, similarly to Bravat who used to provide blood transfusions to parliamentarians who suffered from kidney failure:

Only rich folks would have enough money to buy organs if they needed it, so they'd make good sponsors for this super expensive BD project.

Of course, the risk of graft v. host disease would be very high as well but, since Othello said "they learnt more than they ought to have" upon visiting the Sphere music hall's lab (ch125), maybe they figured out about how to make a successful graft, on top of blood types ? (Or, most likely, the ones running this clown show just don't care about their sponsors dying once they've gotten the money ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ exactly like Bravat who killed the parliamentarians)

3) the orphanage collects the children's organs for experimentation

This would explain why Finny finds a lot of similarities between this orphanage and the German lab by which he was experimented on for enhanced strength.

Additionally, this would explain Snake's weird comment on "orphanages being terrible places", if he too was also experimented on as a child (which is how and why he understands snakes) :

Lastly, back to the Polaris = Joker idea, Agni mentioned that Polaris had "unimaginable strength". As we know, Agni was one of the strongest characters, so for him to qualify his opponent as "unimaginably strong", it is likely that Polaris has some kind of enhanced strength.

So do they research about enhancing human (or bizarre doll) strength or longevity? Or is it research on cinematic records? Your guess is as good as mine but, as already proved with the circus arc, no one will miss these orphans...

...making this "the best recycling scheme" one can think of. T_T

4) the orphanage assigning orphans to classes based on aptitude tests is used to upgrade BD's records or lack of soul:

The kids are sorted into 4 groups based on the aptitude test they took. Literally quoting the manga:

Mastiff kids learn reading, writing and skills needed to be senior servants managing large manors

Corgi kids specialize in physical activities

Collie kids learn all the skills to make a living as a domestic servant and martial arts

Pomeranian kids (kids who scored the highest on the tests) study latin, maths and games

These orphans are told they are saved and then to envision their future based on their aptitude and what they're forced to learn in their respective classes. This is probably done so that they will develop very specific "longing for the future" which, again, are "incomplete fragments that the dead crave about the future they were to have had".

So, once they fledged and are killed, their "longing for the future" are probably extracted and used one way or another. Since the records are already edited, the goal behind this might be to create some sort of a soul substitute, as hinted by Jane in the Heathfield investigation arc:

and it sure would explain why the chief of staff said the aptitudes can contribute to the world:

That's why something like a change in the afternoon tea menu of the pomeranian kids (from lemon drizzle cake to lemon tart) would actually matter, because taste is probably one of the parameters that can influence the "shape of a soul" or something.

There are 4 groups in the orphanage; in the previous investigations that mostly meant 4 blood types, but this time it might mostly mean 4 star lords:

Mastiff kids for used for Polaris, who defines himself as a butler (he's not real!Ciel's butler tho++) (Joker?)

obviously Pomeranian kids are used for Sirius (real!Ciel)

For Canopus and Vega, it's a bit trickier, but I propose Corgi kids for Vega/Layla, despite her probably being high born, because she worked as a nurse helping veterans with rehabilitation, which looked like this :

This leaves Collie kids for Canopus...

even if Canopus' true identity is really the least obvious one right now. FYI, some Japanese speaking fans have discussed that Canopus is the maid Jane and she indeed worked as a maid and knew how to fight, so it fits (I personally have another theory in mind for Jane, but Canopus!Jane definitely has some basis). If not Jane (or Doll, like some fans keep saying), Canopus can still appear during Seb & Ciel's investigation, so we'll just keep these details about Collie kids in mind.

I'm sure the truth behind Snake & Finny's investigation, as well as the next one with Ciel and Seb, will provide us with more hints about how the bizarre dolls and, more specifically, the star lords are becoming more and more perfect. So far this post is what I can guess with what we were given.

TL;DR in many possible ways, the ones behind this arc (besides UT, I mean) are preying on these poor kids and making use of every parts of them (blood, organs and maybe even their longing for the future).

That's why giving them mistletoe when they reach fledging day is so ironic...

...because they really suck every "nutrient" possible from these kids until they die.

Not gonna lie, it doesn't look good at all for Theo. He's headed straight for real!Ciel... ://

Kudos if you read all that, I hope it was as clear as possible! As always, thoughts in comments or reblogs are welcome! :D

#kuroshitsuji #finnian #snake #undertaker #doll #joker #2ct #baron kelvin #blue revenge arc #circus arc #layla #jane #as of:#kuro203 #kuroshitsuji theory #my analysis

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house-of-past-lives · 1 year

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Can we sit and talk about some of the scenes in cars 3 that i liked?

This proves my past theories that they're pretty friendly with each other- past all of the New Gen's hard exteriors, they are just a bunch of goofballs... hence me giving snippets and shenanigans I think they do! Mainly following-

Cruz Ramirez.

Chase Racelott.

Bubba Wheelhouse.

Ryan Laney.

Daniel Swervez.

Lightning Mcqueen.

Jackson Storm.

Cam Spinner.

Tim Treadless.

And vague mentions of the other New Gens!

Welcome to my new series:

Next-Gen shenanigans.

SCENE 1:

With the races finishing off for the night, all the press and security lined up for the interview for Jackson Storm, being hosted by Darrell Cartrip and Bob Cutlass, was set to begin.

With the press' camera shutters flashing and illuminating the small stage that the 3 cars parked upon, you could see Jackson's simple, but practically iconic, smile shining through as he then looked at Darrell, who had begun to talk. "Alrighty then, let's get onto the details about tonight's race - how's it feeling to be in the top lead so far, Storm? I mean, let's be fair here. It ain't much of a surprise, but it's gotta feel good!" He let out a hearty laugh as the crowd followed. Jackson glanced away for a moment, feigning humbleness. "Come on, let's cut these guys some slack. Without those legends, someone's gotta pick up the pace. If it isn't them, then we all already know who it'll be." He chuckled, letting the camera's shine illuminate his livery. But as Bob had gone on to ask another question, no one had a single clue what was happening right behind the stage.

"Guys, are you sure about this?! He'll kill us!" Cruz stated, watching her familiar racers begin to absolutely ruin the interview.

"Cruz, come on, relax! I think this one's deserved for that stunt he pulled earlier." Chase rolled his eyes, looking up at the string that led up to the side of the stage. "Plus, it'll be fun. If he's such a tough guy, this won't do a thing." Danny let out a laugh, holding another string as Ryan held the last one. "Let's be honest- he's had this coming all week." Bubba blinked from the sidelines, wanting to be involved enough to see, but avoid most punishment. "Whatever happens, it's on you guys."

"Oh shut it Bubba."

Lightning was lucky enough to be passing by as they were doing this, quickly rolling up and startling them. "What are you guys doing?"

"...nothing."

Lightning stared at them, unamused. "You guys are ridiculous, I know what you're doing."

Ryan nearly dropped his string in surprise, causing the others to whisper-yell at him. "Don't tell our crew chiefs!"

Lightning stared, before laughing. "What? No! I'll help you guys. This stuff's always fun. 'Scuse me, Cruz."

Cruz blinked and watched. How did they get here? Why are they planning this now? She doesn't want to get in trouble- is Tex gonna be mad? She hopes not. But she did as he said and quickly reversed.

Lightning easily passed by, rolling to the side of the stage, already knowing he was visible and knew what would happen. Darrell quickly saw him and called him up, causing him to grin and roll up the ramp. This did not amuse Jackson but kept it played for the press. "Champ, good to see you." "Storm." They nodded in acknowledgment.

While Lightning went on to sabotage the interview, the others had prepared for the best possible moment.

While Jackson was facing toward the 2 interviewers, Lightning was lucky to get a side glance at the racers, who peaked over and quickly held up a tire, telling him to go.

He quickly moved himself to look at Jackson. "Hey, Storm, your crew chief's callin' you!" He got the racer's attention, quickly reversing down the ramp, letting the #20 begin to turn, and looking to the side of the ramp, wondering why Ray was calling him mid-interview.

He wasn't given enough time to even shout as he saw the bright liveries peeking out from the edge of the stage before he was practically blinded.

All of the racers laughed as he was practically shot at by some sort of light adhesive, causing him to shut his eyes. Right after, he could feel something cover him, and to add on, as soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the pop and the sudden cold cover his hood from what he could only assume was extinguisher agent. What did he hear right after?

The cackling of the racers he knew all too well, and the following of the crowd.

"Hey, Storm! You look good in pink, man!" Bubba laughed as Jackson shook the foam off of him, revealing his newly coated livery, now covered in bright pink glitter.

Lightning offered a wheel bump to Chase, before hearing the furious racer.

"MCQUEEN!"

"Uh oh."

"GO GO GO-"

Danny could hardly yell out past his laughing, and right after drifted around and sped off, causing the other 5 racers to skid off right after them, Cruz hesitating and meeting eyes with the furious Jackson.

"CRUZ, MOVE!"

"Oh- OH- NO NO NO I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!-" She yelled as she quickly reversed and drifted around, racing right up to the rest of them, Jackson right behind them as they all cackled.

Cam and a few of the other racers sitting behind the pits with their cans of oil had been chatting, Rich sitting next to him as Tim sat in front of them with J.D. and Harvey beside him. "Hey, did you guys see where Ryan and the other morons went?" "Nope. Haven't seen them since this afternoon- said they had something to go do."

Tim hummed as he took a quick sip of Nitroade before hearing a faint noise of the squealing of tires and loud laughing and yelling. Stopping, he squinted as he saw a few lightly illuminated liveries. "...Oh no..."

This caused the others to look at him before looking turning to where he was looking. Poor Cam didn't even get a chance before getting his can of oil splattered all over him and seeing a fleeing Cruz try to regain her treading. "I'm so sorry - I'll buy you another!" She panicked, hearing the other racers laugh at him before the rest of her friends passed them. They didn't even get much of a chance before seeing Jackson speed by and seeing his glitter covered livery, and that made them shift their attention and laugh at him and the small peices of foam still flying off of him.

...it was a long night.

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OK THIS TOOK ME FOREVER BUT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😭 they're such cuties. Hope you had a lovely day today! I'm going to be offline for a little, don't know when I'll be back!

This was in fact not proofread- let me know of any mistakes!! I am currently leaving the country so I'm on the road right now.

Bye!! ♡

#bobby swift #cal weathers #jackson storm #lightning mcqueen #pixar cars #cam spinner #bubba wheelhouse #tim treadless #chase racelott #ryan laney #danny swervez #cruz ramirez

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kaigarax · 6 months

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Take 42

Marcel Galliard x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love through an unexpected action."

Love, to Marcel Galliard, is a willingness to put your life on the line for someone else. It is an urge to throw oneself in the line of fire for another - to care for someone so much that you’re willing to put your own wellbeing aside. Falling in love, however, is a sacrifice.

To fall in love is to dedicate yourself to another person. It is giving someone else every opportunity to hurt you, yet every opportunity to fill your life with joy. Falling in love demands that someone sacrifices part of themself for another, and falling in love as a Warrior demands even more.

Still, what can be deemed a greater act of love than sacrifice?

A light humming filled the room as Marcel scribbled down yet another of his signatures. The days in which he spent locked up in his room filling out paperwork was steadily increasing - the fact that he was on a ‘trial’ for Vice War Chief was most certainly the cause of that. It was nights like this that made the brunet wish that he hadn’t accepted the role and had let someone else take the reins. Then again, the next best person for the job was likely you.

It was easy to understand why the higher ups would choose someone like you to be the vice war chief. Then again, it’s hard for someone to not be biased when they love you - especially if they love you as much as Marcel.

The first time Marcel realised he loved you, he was only eight years old. To be honest, he wished he had realised his feelings for you sooner. He always blamed the fact that you had to inherit a Titan ability on himself. If he had been able to convince you to leave the program the first day he met you then perhaps the two of you wouldn’t have been consigned to a fate as set in stone as the fate of a Titan Shifter in the first place.

While the boy wasn’t very familiar with the idea of love at first sight, he knew for certain how it grew. For him, love was a slow and steady feeling inside of one’s chest that grew over time. It grows until it reaches a point in which you can no longer imagine living your life without that person in it.

You were that kind of person in Marcel’s life.

“Knock knock.” Someone called from his doorway. “If you stay here any longer, I’m going to lock up the facility with you still inside it.”

All of the dread that had been building up inside of Marcel quickly disappeared when he noticed it was you who was standing in the doorway. Despite your indifferent tone, the look in your eyes was playful and light. Marcel knew that as soon as he smiled at you, you would return it.

“You really came all the way out here just to tell me that?” A grin pulled at Marcel’s lips. “You really do care!” While you may have rolled your eyes at the male’s response, Marcel couldn’t help but notice how your lips curled into a smile of your own. He always thought your smiles made your features look softer - cuter, even.

You walked forward to Marcel’s side and leaned over his desk. “You’re still reviewing the conscription forms from the beginning of the week? The commander has been asking for these all day.”

“I know. It’s just, I’m having a hard time getting through them all by myself.” You gave the male a certain look - one that caused him to stutter. “I-I’m only halfway through my trial period. I’ll be an efficient paperwork machine by the time the end of the month rolls around!”

“Right…”

Marcel didn’t really like the way your gaze fell, but he quickly distracted himself by slamming his hands onto his desk. “Alrighty then, that's enough of that for today! Let’s go home.”

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“I bet you didn’t even know it started snowing a few hours ago.” You commented as you walked alongside the current Jaw Shifter. “I’m almost jealous of how much attention those pieces of paper are getting out of you.”

“I’m not.” Marcel laughed and you laughed with him. The air outside was cool against Marcel’s burning hot skin. He could only assume that you were experiencing a similar sensation. It had been a while since he’d gotten to enjoy cool air like this. Though, he did think that if he wasn’t a Titan Shifter his tune would change. “Are you cold?”

“Not really. Titan Shifters have an elevated body temperature so-”

“-we don’t get cold like normal people do.”

“-we don’t get cold like normal people do.” You gazed at Marcel with a look of surprise that quickly turned into a slight pout. That kind of expression never ceased to make Marcel grin. “Don’t go anticipating my answers to your questions! I won’t have anything interesting left to say at this rate.”

“That’s okay. I love listening to you talk regardless.”

“Do you really?”

“Of course I do. Promise!”

You turned away from Marcel, giving the boy the opportunity to hold your hand with his own. He’d gotten familiar with the burning sensation - so much so that he actually liked it. Plus, acting like this always seemed to catch you off guard. No matter how many times he held your hand, you’d always blush and lean in towards him.

You suddenly turned and met Marcel’s gaze. The way you smiled at him always made his heart flutter.

“Do you remember how, back when we were still Warrior Candidates, you had the gull to throw a snowball at Porco?” The brunet wondered.

You nodded. “Yes, I remember it well - especially because you always like to bring it up whenever it starts to snow. You haven’t secretly been planning to take revenge on me all this time, have you?”

“Who knows? Maybe I’m just waiting for you to let your guard down.”

You laughed, and Marcel laughed with you. As young as the two of you may be, it was these kinds of moments that Marcel looked forward to the most.

Marcel has always known that being a Warrior meant putting aside your own personal desires for the sake of the greater good. Whether or not ‘the greater good’ aligned with someone’s own ideals didn’t matter. It was simply a matter of doing what you were told.

So it was only at times like this that the current Jaw Shifter could unapologetically be himself to the fullest, and he hoped that you felt safe enough to do the same in return.

“Don’t you think the stars look beautiful tonight?” The Jaw Shifter wondered.

You shrugged. “I prefer sunsets.”

“Always you and your sunsets.”

“Always you and your… everything really.”

Marcel shot you a mischievous grin. “My everything? Like what, specifically?”

“Do you really need me to answer that?” Marcel nodded to your question. While you may have rolled your eyes, your grip on Marcel’s hand tightened. “You love a lot of things. You love making footprints in freshly fallen snow. You love the first and last bites of your meals even if they’re one in the same. You love cuddling up beside me even if it’s in the middle of the summer. You love taking care of the people closest to you…”

“Don’t forget the most important one.” The Jaw Shifter teased as he nudged you slightly. When you didn’t respond, he gladly answered for you. “I love-”

“I’m taking over the position of Vice War Chief.”

Marcel’s footsteps came to a sudden halt, and yours followed suit soon after. “What do you mean? My trial period isn’t even over yet, so why would they…?”

“It wasn’t their decision, it was mine.”

“But why would you make a decision like that?”

“Would you prefer I tell you the truth, or tell you a white lie?”

“The truth, obviously.”

You nodded and took a deep breath as you took both of Marcel’s hands into your own. “We aren’t human anymore. In less than a decade from now, we’re both going to be gone. You can’t spend every one of your aching hours inside your office; especially since you have family members waiting for you at home. You barely ever had enough free time before becoming the Vice War Chief, so why sacrifice even more of your time?”

Marcel could feel a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. “That kind of thing doesn’t matter to me. I still see my family a lot, so it’s not a big deal.”

You sighed and shook your head. “That’s not really the point I’m trying to make.”

“Then what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that you’ve always had a tendency to sacrifice yourself for others. Let me bite the bullet on this one. You once tried to save me from myself, so let me save you.”

“What if I say no?”

“That doesn’t matter.” You replied softly, letting your hands slip away from Marcel’s. “The higher ups have already approved me for the position. Not a trial, the actual position. So from this point on, spend more time with your loved ones - even if it’s only a little.”

“I love you, (Y/n).”

“I know. You always do. You’re always the person who loves me every time I wake up from my endless nightmare. You always chase after me even if I don’t want you to. You’re always around to kiss my frostbitten hands and always around to comfort me on lonely nights.”

From time to time, you would speak in a way that would make Marcel’s chest tighten. It wasn’t the fluttering someone could associate with love or infatuation, but a pang of sadness. It wasn’t the kind of sadness someone feels when someone they love passes away per say, but the sort of sadness where someone wishes they could do more.

It was times like this that you felt like a different person. It was such a stark contrast to the young girl who had entered the training program all those years ago. He wished he could do more for you, but you were no longer a naive little girl who needed protecting.

No, it was cruel of him to ever have believed that you needed to be protected.

Marcel had always believed that his position as a Warrior meant protecting everyone he loved. He’s always believed that in order to prove his love, he needed to sacrifice himself. After all, what could be deemed a greater act of love than sacrifice?

Sacrifice - a kind of love that burns.

Without much warning, Marcel wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. His skin burned against yours.

“Is there anything I can say to talk you out of it?” Pleaded Marcel. “You don’t have to go through with it. You don’t have to-”

“We both know that isn’t possible.” You sighed, gently directing Marcel’s gaze towards you. As the boy met your gaze, he was surprised when he was met with softness rather than a stern expression. It was… something that was equally as familiar as it was unfamiliar. “You aren’t the only one willing to sacrifice part of themself for others. All of us are. It’s why we became Warriors in the first place.”

“I know…”

“Besides, your handwriting is too messy to be filling out paperwork all day.”

“I know.”

“Not to mention one last thing…” You whispered, pushing loose strands of Marcel’s hair out of his face. You leaned in toward the boy and rested your forehead against his. “Close your eyes.”

Marcel Galliard was approximately fifteen years old when he fell in love with you. Not with the ‘you’ who he thought he needed to sacrifice himself for, but the ‘you’ who he wanted to dedicate himself to. A version of you who was much like himself, and who was willing to give up a part of themself if only to get hurt later on.

Falling in love demands that someone sacrifices part of themself for another, and falling in love as a Warrior demands even more. To care for someone so much that you’re willing to put your own wellbeing aside is no small feat, and Marcel was willing to do just that. It wasn’t a matter of when he fell in love or why he fell in love, it was as simple as a moment.

Right now, no matter how brief this moment, she was his.

Fall in love though an unexpected action.

#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #marcel galliard x reader #100 ways to fall in love

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welcome-to-green-hills · 2 years

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Hey Mystery? Since you had the honor of giving Knuckles' father the name Bricks, do you have any headcanons for him even though we knew him for like a hot minute?

Bricks the Echidna headcanons, hmm? Alrighty! I think that I’ve got a few that I can share:

Bricks earned his name in reference to his characteristics displayed to his tribe. While the material of bricks are used to crate a strong guard, the blocks are interlocking mechanism that help build strength and provide a sense of security (meaning he works well with others, alone, and shown to be strong in many ways).

Bricks is quite skilled in not only the art of hunting, but crafting tools used to assist in combat. His stone work and decorative designs are viewed as a luxury item to own due to using specific colored flints and precious stones, like agates and quartz.

Bricks taught Knuckles how to fight at a young age; their lessons were geared towards calling upon self-power and ancestral strength to become the great warriors that their tribe reflected of. There were mentions of harnessing the power of the Master Emerald to use in order to protect others, but lessons never got that far.

With that said, Bricks was a very protective father to Knuckles. He was always sure to keep a close eye on the young warrior to prevent him from getting into trouble.

Bricks’ feathers upon his mask and dreadlocks/quills are great indicators of his social status and warrior-like skills in the clan. Coloration, type of feather, and nicks in between the feather’s veins are crucial.

Bricks was not the leader of the Echidna tribe, but he was often looked to for guidance and consultation for war strategies and training men and women.

On top of that, he was a close friend of the chief of the tribe.

The white tribal paint along his dreadlocks and under the eyes of his mask are meant to reflect the symbol of peace, but the hemp cloth wrapped around the paint might be an indicator that peace will come to those that have earned it.

The blue bead work (his bracelets) around his wrists were made with the intentions of good luck and to ward off evil.

Bricks is an excellent story teller; he loved sharing great epics and limericks of all previous echidna warriors to the village children. He was known to exaggerate a little, but knew how to balance his stories with humor and drama. He is known to occasionally sing these epics to children if he was in a chipper mood.

Bricks had hoped one day to pass down his prized possession of Shovel Claws when Knuckled reached maturity. The Shovel Claws had been a gift of Knuckles and Bricks’ bloodline for generations! Because of his passing, the Shovel Claws remain in hiding back in Knuckles’ old settlement.

Bricks had a feeling that the surprise ambush on Longclaw and Sonic would go sour, hence why he encouraged Knuckles to stay back at the settlement.

From the Great Battleground in the Sky, Bricks smiles upon his son’s growth and strength that he’s acquired throughout the years. He’s very proud of his son for finding a new tribe and family. Whenever he gets a chance, he makes sure to make that known to Knuckles through whispers of the breeze that whips besides Knuckles’ ears.

I do hope that the crew elaborates more about Knuckles’ father in future films and in the spin-off series. I’ve only known Bricks (which is what I call him) for five seconds. I love him dearly. Maybe some day we’ll gain more knowledge of Knuckles’ father and the role that he played in the Echidna tribe.

#sonic movie #sonic movie 2 #Bricks the Echidna #Knuckles the Echidna #my headcanons

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clovermarigold · 8 months

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Daggers & Daffodils Chap.24

Dagur x Reader

WARNING: Alrighty readers, trigger warning. I know this probably wasn't what you expected from this cringey fic, but we have some depictions of violence coming up. Don't worry, nothing is too graphic, but it is still very apparent what is happening. You have been warned.

Rage. All Dagur could feel was rage. In a matter of minutes, he had managed to lose both his Dragon eye, his treasure, and his, well... you. Fear plagued the crew as they watched their chief walk across the wooden deck wordlessly. By now Dagur would have screamed or thrown someone over the side of the ship. But it was his silence that left the ship quiet and shaking. Dagur suddenly stopped walking, his eyes never once leaving the floor. "B-boss" one of the berserkers asked taking a step too close. In a swift movement, Dagur wrapped a hand around his neck throwing him onto his back, fingers still wrapped tightly around his windpipe restricting air.

The audience of berserker soldiers could only wince and look away doing nothing as Dagur let loose his anger on the poor man. After a few minutes Dagur stilled, panting heavily in exhaustion, fists stained red, and eyes bloodshot. This was his breaking point. Hiccup Haddock had stolen from him for the last time. Now, he would pay. He would pay for taking you from him, for not letting him make things better between the two of you after your argument, for getting in the way of your engagement, for everything. Meddling in the affairs of others would have a price, one that would be paid for in blood.

Your bed felt heavenly upon your arrival home. Though, a nagging part in the back of your brain would point out how much softer Dagur's had been. It would do, you were too exhausted to complain. The salt from the sea water had dried in your hair, crusting it and leaving small grains. You would need to wash before you fell asleep. Maybe things would get better soon. They had to; you weren't sure how much more of this you could take. You sighed, "Why is everything ten times more difficult than it needs to be" you asked, looking up above you where Silver Tongue hung upside down. Letting out a snort and puff of steam, he covered himself in his wings, clearly fed up with you. "...Scabbard, you're my new favorite" the larger dragon's reclusiveness shed like a snake's skin as he unraveled his wings with a sharp and upset screech. You laughed, yeah. Things were going to get better.

Your supply run to Berk was a nice break from the swarms of Fireworms, Rumblehorns, and Quakens you were forced to deal with the past few weeks. Your father certainly enjoyed it, not so subtly hinting at needing their village dragon healer back home. You were tempted to stay, but the others needed you, and besides, Gothi was doing just fine taking care of the village ailments, even if she didn't specialize in creatures with four legs.

"Okay gang, remember; were only taking absolute necessities to Dragon's Edge" Hiccup explained only to be met with laughter from Snotlout. "I guess we're leaving you behind, Fishlegs". "Come on. You're better than that, Snotlout. Oh, wait. No, you're not" Fishlegs said loading backs of rocks onto Meatlug. "Don't mind him, Fishlegs. He's just coping with the fact that his dad didn't want to say hi when we got here" you said with a smile as you tied down your last basket of herbs onto Silver Tongue's saddle. "Hey" Snotlout let out an offended whine crossing his arms.

A loud ringing sounded from the twins as Ruff slammed a mace into Tuff's head, bouncing it off of his helmet with a thud, "Not bad. That's a two. Do it again". "Ow, yeah, three. I still think we could do better".

"Which one of the usual suspects was out sinking boats on their dragon this morning" your father along with Gobber, Bucket, and Mulch walked towards you. "Sinking boats?", "Bucket and Mulch saw the whole thing." your dad said, "And don't try convincing me that there's anyone else in the archipelago who could pull something like this off!".

You all exchanged looks wordlessly, before Tuff came up from his concussed state to yammer, "It was me, Chief! I couldn't control myself. I had to do it. What's wrong with me? Why do I do things like this? Why doesn't anybody do anything to stop me? Cand you all see that it's a desperate cry for help" he broke into sobs. "What are you talking about? None of that happened" Ruff walked up to him. "I know that. I just always wanted to confess to something. How'd it play? I didn't overdo it, did I?" you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I mean overall, you seemed grounded, but still it was a little hard to believe" Ruff said, earning an irritated sound from your father.

"Dad, we've been together all morning. It couldn't have been one of us" Hiccup explained ignoring the two imbeciles. "Well, if it wasn't one of you. We have a much more serious problem on our hands".

"Rogue dragon rider?" Astrid asked. "Not good, not good at all" said Fishlegs. "No, it isn't. And we need to find out who it is" Hiccup said calling everyone to mount up.

"Ok, gang, let's spread out" Hiccup called as you all landed on the beaten-up ship of Bucket and Mulch.

"I've been thinking about this rogue dragon rider" Astrid said. "Dagur" you and Hiccup said in unison. "It makes sense. If Dagur has a dragon and is attacking ships, then who's to say we won't be next?".

"Hiccup, you got to see this" Fish legs called, directing your attention to a number of large and deep gashes ripped into the side of the ship. "Those are some deep gashes. Any idea what it could be?". "This dragon is extremely powerful. It has the slashing attack of a Speed Stinger yet from the depth of the strikes it appears to be as strong as a Typhoomerang" Fishlegs explained. "Well, any dragon that strong definitely shouldn't be anywhere near Dagur" Hiccup nodded in agreement circling back to the others, "You guys, you find anything else?". "This ship has been stripped of everything valuable" Astrid kicked an empty cargo bucket to prove her point.

The twins meanwhile loudly fought over something large and silver. "Nothing over here. Right, sis?" Tuff attempted to lie horribly, realizing the groups eyes were on the two of them, "Nope, no-thing".

"Zilch. Not a thing in front, behind, or to either side of us". "Oh, for Thor's sake, we can see it behind you two" you groaned. "Alright, but we get to keep it. Yeah, finders' keepers" the twins bargained Hiccup taking it from them. "A barb?" Fishlegs exclaimed. "That looks like one of Stormfly's" Astrid pointed out.

"Which means the dragon could belong to the Sharp Class. You hear that, Silver Tongue? We might have another sharp class friend" Silver Tongue huffed steam out of his nostrils, a low grumble emanating from his chest. "This. This is why Scabbard is your only friend, and she doesn't exactly have high standards".

"Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Hiccup asked. "Ooh ooh, good game, Hiccup! You think of something, we'll try to guess what it is. And if we do, we get a prize" Tuff put his two index fingers to either side of his head as he thought hard, Ruff soon doing the same. "Hmm, let me see. I'm thinking you two are muttonheads" Snotlout shakes his head in irritation and disbelief. "Yes! I win" Tuff jumps up with a fist in the air.

"I'm thinking, if we find the dragon, we find the rider. And I have a pretty good idea of how we can find the dragon" Hiccup said holding up the silver spine.

After using Mulch to get an identifying drawing Stormfly activated the dragon eye to search for more information. "That's it, the Razorwhip". "Okay, Fishlegs, do your thing" walking up to the dragon eye he took a moment to decipher the runes cast on the wall, "Okay, Razorwhip. Sharp class dragon. Long, spiny, barbed tail. Very aggressive. Very dangerous. This symbol indicates it can use its tail to wrap around a victim and literally squeeze the life out of them. Unless it's in a hurry, then it just slices you in half". "Fishlegs, is there anything about this dragon that won't kill us" Astrid asks.

"It's eyeballs?" Ruff asks, "nope, poisonous tears". "Poison, I love it" Tuff cheers. "Poisons fantastic. Fishlegs, is there anything that might help us locate it" Hiccup holds his hand out to quiet the twins.

"Let's see, huh, mmm no not that, oral hygiene, feeding habits--", "whoa whoa whoa. Go back to that one. If we can figure out what this thing eats, then we might figure out where it eats" Hiccup reasoned.

"Sea slugs! It eats sea slugs". Tuff gaged "Slugs? I hate those slimy monsters. They're just snails without homes. Giant homeless snails!". Hiccup ignored him, "We've come across a few islands that are crawling with sea slugs. Hopefully. our Razorwhip's hungry". "And hungry for sea slugs, not Vikings" you add on, making Snotlout gulp.

"I have a good feeling about this island" Fishlegs smiles. "That's what you said about the last five island!" Snotlout yelled at him. "Lighten up, Snotlout. He's just being positive" Snotlout rolled his eyes at you. "Well, excuse me if I'm not exactly positive to be chasing after a dragon that could cut us in half!". "Or strangle us to death" Fishlegs adds earning a laugh from you and a glare from Snotlout.

"Hey, has anyone considered what we'll do if we actually find this Razorwhip?" Astrid rasied a valid point. "You can marry it" Tuff said lacing his fingers together, idolizing the deadly dragon. "What if Dagur's riding it?"she asked. "Well, then, Ruffnut can have him. I admit, it will be complicated. But I will one day come to love him as my own" "um, Tuffnut--", "Like a little babe, a child that I carry in my arms. But he's too heavy". The group became awkwardly silent at that. "...Yeah, that's never gonna happen" Snotlout breaks the quiet. "And why's that!?" Ruff counters. "Uh, duh. Because the only type Dagur has starts with Y and ends with N" Tuff thought for a moment. "...Yarn woman!" you face palmed. "No! Y/N" Snotlout guffawed at Tuffs answer.

"Guys, look! Smoke!" Hiccup called, "A campfire". Landing, you found a campground, the fire freshly drenched. Astrid looked at the number of crates around the site, "Could be the loot from the ship". "These gashes look familiar too," you pointed to a number of large deep scrapes along a large rock.

"Alright, gang, let's split up, and search the island for our rogue rider and his Razorwhip. He can't be far away. Fishlegs, you and Meatlug stay, signal if they come back" Hiccup ordered, the group going off into different directions.

Circling a section of the island with tall trees you were met with nothing. "Scabbard, seek" the small green dragon dove off the left of Silver Tongue towards the tree line only to be intercepted and caught in the mouth of a silver blur, "Scabbard!".

In a heartbeat Silver Tongue dove downwards, chasing after the cloaked rider on top of the Razorwhip. If this was in fact Dagur, you were going to kill him. Unfortunately, though Silver Tongue's four wings and massive wingspan did give him large control in the air, it also slowed him down. Thankfully to your luck Hiccup zoomed past you, chasing the rogue rider into the cliffs. "Thor, please let her be ok" your breathing though erratic and near the edge of a panic attack was able to fend it off long enough to catch up to where you saw your brother aiding the rogue rider.

"Hiccup! Is it Dagur? Is Scabbard o--", "Heather!" the group exclaimed in shock and anger. "You rolled me into a river" Snotlout yelled. "You trapped me in a cave" Astrid had her hands on her hips. "You left me dangling in a tree" Fishlegs said with a squeak. "Your dragon tried to eat mine!" you yelled cradling the drool covered Scabbard to your chest. "And I have to admit, the chicken move? That brought back some memories".

"Well, guys, I'm sure she has a really good reason for doing what she did. Right?" Hiccup asked. "Look, I've been living out here on my own for years and I've made more than a few enemies. I didn't want you guys to be involved. I needed to send you back to Berk". "You couldn't have just, I don't know, said that?!" Snotlout said offended. "Would you have listened?" she countered.

"She has a point. We're stubborn" Astrid agreed. "Heather, whatever problems you have, whatever enemies you've made, we can help. You don't have to be out here alone anymore" Hiccup reasoned gesturing to the group. "Hiccup, please, just let this go" Heather asked. "We have a base not far from here. Come back with us. Nothing permanent. We'll get you some provisions and catch up. You can see how you like it".

"Woah, Razorwhip. This is the best dream ever" said a dizzy Tuff, as Heather's dragon inspected him closely. "It's like I can reach out and tough it" a pet and a nuzzle from the dragon confirmed Tuff's query, "I can reach out and touch it! Cold, scaly. I Tuffnut Thorston, take thee, Razorwhip, whatever your last name is, insert it here, to be my-- Oh, hey Heather. What are you doing in my dream? At my wedding. I didn't put you on the list".

"You're not dreaming Tuff" Heather smiled lightly in amusement. "Oh... huh. In that case, Razorwhip attack! Run!" Tuff scrambled back over to the rest of the group. "I see nothing has changed" Hiccup shrugged, "Yeah, same story, different year. Let's head over to dragon's edge". Heather quirked a brow at your brother, "Not gonna give up, are you?". "Not likely" Heather gave in, "Okay, Dragon's edge it is".

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Thank you everyone for reading! had to end it here because if not this chapter was going to go on for ages.

#dagur the deranged #httyd #httyd dagur #dagur #dagur x reader #race to the edge #riders of berk #daggers and daffodils

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Ace Ventura: Pet Detective (1994)

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This original comedy film stars the one and only Jim Carrey (in his breakout role) as the one and only animal private investigator Ace Ventura. The movie follows the titular character who seeks to find the abducted mascot of the Miami Dolphins football team.

The supporting cast includes: Courteney Cox as chief publicist/love interest Melissa Robinson, Sean Young as Lieutenant Lois Einhorn, rapper Tone Lōc as Ace’s longtime colleague Officer Emilio and Miami Dolphins quarterback Dan Marino as himself.

Of all the characters Jim Carrey has played over the years, his portrayal of Ace Ventura takes the cake! He literally aces his first leading role in regards to extreme physical body language, outrageous manner of speaking and killer catchphrases (“ALRIGHTY THEN!”). Not only is Ace Ventura the master animal tracker, but he’s also a huge animal lover.

The script is brilliantly written in the form of a random comedy sketch-like formula in contrast to a focused narrative. Add Jim Carrey to the mix, we not only receive a thoroughly farcical story, but we get to see Jim Carrey being… well, Jim Carrey.

In terms of observing the erratic behavior of the lead character, he relies on his hyperactive/animalistic tendency to search for clues. This unorthodox method is mocked by the Miami Police Department (with the exception of Melissa Robinson and Officer Emilio) as highly irregular. However, Ace’s so-called pet detective business gives him the opportunity to focus on crimes against animals as well as criminal behavior.

The animals in this film range from household pets to wildlife creatures. The missing animal in particular is a bottlenose dolphin (by the name of Snowflake). In theory, it makes perfect sense to depict the kidnapping and rescue of an aquatic mammal as a way to advertise the importance of animal welfare, especially when it comes to the service and protection of animals in captivity.

The soundtrack contains a collection of some original hard rock/heavy metal songs. The track list includes: “Power of Suggestion” by Steve Stevens, “Hammer Smashed Face” by death metal band Cannibal Corpse (who briefly appear in the movie as themselves) and “Line Up” by Aerosmith. Cover versions of “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” (specifically during the scene where Ace and Melissa make love while the animals in Ace’s apartment watch) and “The Crying Game” are featured. What’s more, an exclusive song titled “Ace Is in the House” is performed by Tone Lōc during the end credits.

Lastly, despite the unpredictable plot, this movie actually draws your attention to Jim Carrey’s wildly exaggerated antics like no other comedy film in history. All in all, I “re-hee-hee-hee-heally” recommend this exceedingly funny ‘90s classic to every Jim Carrey fan/animal lover.

#Ace Ventura: Pet Detective 1994 #Ace Ventura #Jim Carrey #Courteney Cox #Melissa Robinson #Miami Dolphins #abducted dolphin #comedy film

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a-story-told · 2 years

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[ Mod ]: Alrighty, chief.

Askbox is now closed until I actually get the intro done. Since to begin with, I only opened it so I could check what it’d look like on the blog since it has a feature where you can add a FAQ to the same page.

Plus usually I don’t immediately get asks when I have nothing to show for it-

Because sure I had a pinned post but god, it didn’t even have any character names lmao.

Askers: @reversal-mushroom @askbananapie @theblackcubeofdarkness

#MLP #MLP Ask Blog #Mod Response #Non-Story

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Rise who are your favorite AK antagonists? Personality, aesthetics, story, gameplay, whatever metric you want to use.

Ahh, there's so many!

Most Reunion commanders of course but especially:

Crownslayer - seeing that artwork of Crownslayer on the hill of Chernobog rubble as a promo near launch then in that intro in-game was instantly 'wow i hope we get them that outfit is stylish- wait what do you mean she's an antagonist AHHH THAT'S NOT GONNA WORK OUT FOR HER! STOP!' (Lo and behold, clownslayer bullying) She just keeps getting fucked over progressively worse as things go on... W - The Character Of All Time. Starting off like 'oh sick ch1 boss design- hang on she SMOKEBOMBED AWAY!? NO DEATH ANIMATION ALLOWED HAHAHA HOW FUNKY! "KILL YOU LATER" alrighty!' and then uh yeah, Chapters 2&3 happened. Boy was that fucked up. But then we got to see her plans unfurl prior to Darknights Memoir which solidified her as Fucking Incredible. I finally understood the Hype about her banner on CN. Character I simply resonated with so strongly at that point. Phenomenal major player in the main story. Is she bound to meet a violent end? I feel like it'd be a neat and tragic mirror to the end of Arc 1 if there was an Amiya/W face-off eventually. FrostNova - Yelenaaaaaa....... Perish in Frost is gonna end me all over again honestly. Very important bnuyu. Listening to Lullabye repeatedly lately; in memoriam, and an attempt to memorise the lyrics in anticipation. Personally it's kind of amusing that she gets the True Rng attacks with her Black Icicles. Genuine, authentic russian roulette gameplay. Crisp design, that pale ice-blue is a nice touch.

Non-Reunion:

Mandragora - my wonderful soggiest poor little meow meow dripping mud n dirt n blood everywhere <3 Ain't she great! Now that Yato can go visorless, a Masked slot is available! Make it so, Hypergryph. Sometimes self-care is skewering Victorians to instil fear as catharsis for trauma-inducing abuse that more-or-less ended one of her lives that she crawled out of like a more bedraggled version of Kill Bill's The Bride. Unhinged, justifiably-founded but now-disproportionate revenge is just fun. Wear your wrath like a mantle. Anyhow it's as gutting as intended that she's the one that most cared for her troops and the Taran peoples; for overturning the Victorian nobility and their policies. So it'd be nice to see an actual return after they let her vanish in Londinium. Also HornDragora excellent dynamics Ya - Ohohohohoho. Hypergryph really love making characters just for me~ They deserve to burn Yan to ashes, absolutely. Not the traitor bitch-in-chief Sui. Oh, you're mad that you got betrayed by the insects whom you taught to kill gods? Really now? That bastard pulled a Zaaro and wants to be the last one standing, to curse Yan with his rebirth and outlive those He betrayed. Fuck that. Ya is essentially bleeding out after being woken from stasis by the shitforbrain Shanhaizhong idiots yet doing all the cool wuxia villain shit in a heartbroken rampage to bring Sui back simply for Them to burn the world and die together as kin once more. Wonderful! And though I don't recall if Fire Emblem: Awakening did have that same exact dynamic between Grima and the Grimleal, I adore that scenario of 'hey you fucked me over in order to have the end of the world summoned for you BUT guess what? You die too, bitch. No world domination for you filth either!' (Heroes recently gave us the true Laser-Guided Karma moment with that) They carved away specific slivers of time for Their pocket dimension home to keep Their cherished moments away from humanity and got woken up by nobodies, for little of purpose. YA01, what a legendary codex tag. The boss gimmick was an interesting way of doing the clone tactic but damn those additional spawns if you let Them move too far forward. Overall I like Them a normal amount, see. Pancho Salas - This guy was ridiculous, what a goofy Bond villain parody. Lovely action film setpiece of a map fending off his armoured missile boat and those waverider casters from a chewed-up luxury yacht in an artificial sea. Taking his boat down only to face the absolute brick wall of an anchor-wielding seadog with a metal arm, damn. Dossoles Holiday was much more fun than expected even with its Deep Water/Tides mechanics. Kaschey - Not exactly a favourite, but. They made a very good punching bag of an Actual Evil Bastard. That scummy method of self-propagation allowing him to be all "Ursus is MY plaything and I shall continue to grease its wheels with the blood of all those my Glorious Empire shall oppress!" was one hell of a reveal to throw into that interlude, huh? And that colour palette he maintains across his victims - the austere, harsh grays and black against white with dashes of crimson: it's the bloodstains amidst the Ursus Tundra echoing his presence. That's a sublime and careful coordination, yet more of Hypergryph's mindful consideration and planning behind characters, behind lore themes & motifs. Zumama, during Great Chief Returns - I CAN BEAT GAVIAL'S STRENGTH WITH MY ENGINEERING I PROMMY, GODDAMMIT (can't, lmao) Tomimi, during Great Chief Returns - I CAN KEEP GAVIAL WITH ME IN ACAHUALLA FOREVER I PROMMY, GODDAMMIT (can't, lmao. Gets tail-spanked, lmao) Jetpack Thief/Jetman from IS2 simply because the Arts Drones are more of a threat than his dumb arse. Stall, he hops into flight when we're given Anti-Air Defense tiles boosting ranged atk, and when he lands you should have a burst dps melee ready to grind him. One of the safest Floor 3 bosses if rngesus has allowed it. IS3's Pathshaper gets a shout here too for being a hilariously-deletable non-event of a Floor 3 boss.

On the more passive antagonism side of things would be ones like:

Degenbrecher (all sides knew it's just a stalling game where Enciodes is far more antagonistic towards the Very Shitty Clan Leaders & Great Elder, yet Sharp actually held out sparring with her) The Last Steam Knight (a warping of conviction and duty beyond death that defends a final bastion "You are not permitted to stain MY Victoria! Trespasser!") Dusk ("Hey what the fuck are you looking for me for? Get in the painting idiots. Wait, you lot have too much trauma to deal with that? Lame. Why's my annoying big sister here too?!") Ho'olheyak (she's not evil, and not the arc's villain, just as she said; but her manipulation of various parties during Dorothy's Vision/Lonetrail and taunting of both Saria and Muelsyse was enough for us to find delightful)

#arbellas-bakery #arknights #finally #kept you waiting huh #long rambles cut short and it's still a long post

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