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digital-corruption · 2 years

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Unrecognisable Part 17

I stretched out my body on the side of the road in the midday sun. My entire body was aching after hours of hiking through farmland then along the side of a very empty road. Jake thankfully managed to wave down the first vehicle we saw. It was a delivery van, but given it was the first vehicle we had seen, we were desperate. I waited on the forest's edge as Jake was negotiating with the driver for a ride.

“Well, he can’t get us all the way to the border, but he can at least get us to the next town,” Jake sighed as he walked over to me.

“It’s better than nothing?” I shrugged.

Jake nodded and opened the back of the van. I peered in and noticed it was pretty much empty anyway. Jake climbed in first and sat down on the floor, holding his backpack in front of him. I got in and closed the doors behind me and sat down next to him. He put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a quick squeeze before pulling out his laptop from his backpack.

The driver turned and glanced back at us before driving off. He gave me a weird vibe, but if Jake felt he was ok, then he must’ve been. Honestly, if some serial killer had picked us up, I'd probably still be more terrified of Jake. I imagined him putting the likes of Jack the Ripper in his place, which made me giggle. It made me think what would’ve happened if he had found the Man Without a Face in those mines. Well, I guess the question really was, did Jake become the unhinged man he was today because of what happened, or was he always like that? Did it awaken something that was dormant underneath? I couldn’t help but wonder if he had been looking forward to the chance to take on the legend, and saving Hannah and Richy was just his excuse to fight him one-on-one. He never got that chance though; the legend was just smoke and mirrors. Did that just add to his frustration, that there was no actual monster to fight?

My attention was drawn back to Jake’s laptop as he was opening several windows. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Just checking on a few things,” he assured me.

“Did your contact cross us?” I questioned.

Jake paused, then turned to me, “I don’t think so. Things would have gone much more differently if it was a set up. Still, he’s not getting the rest of the money.”

Several maps of the area loaded including a standard street map showing our current location still fifteen minutes from the next town center. One of the maps was a topography map. Another showed the border crossings and defences. The last one showed the rail lines in the area and their status, including the one that currently had an obstruction on it. He spent a lot time going through the different maps and working out the best course of action.

“They’re going to make things more difficult for our trip,” he mumbled.

“Are you sure we should be traveling by road?” I asked.

He tilted his head back and forth, “We could try to wait it out, but that would mean we don’t get there in time.”

“Or? You have another idea?” I pushed.

“If not by land then by sea?” he joked. “Except in this case by river.”

“How is that any safer?” I queried.

“Then by air!” he exclaimed.

“Uhh, exactly how?” I was struggling to keep up with him.

“We hang glide across! Look, we can jump from this peak here,” he pointed to the topographical map.

“Have you ever hang glided before?” I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

“No, but how hard can it be?” he shrugged.

I knew it, he had no idea how to do it. “Wait, what’s here?” I gestured to the middle of the forest.

“Trees?” he responded innocently.

“And? What security is there?” I pushed.

Jake swapped back to the border crossing map, “A fence.”

“Can’t we just go over it?” I suggested.

“Hmm, it will likely have barbed wire, but we could just make our own way through. The only problem is if there are cameras,” he explained.

“Can’t you hack those?” I said quietly.

“Exactly what do you think I do? I don’t just wave my laptop at things and say a magic spell,” he rolled his eyes.

“Ok, fine, we’ll just have to do what my people do back home with speed cameras,” I mused. “We shoot them.”

“You realise that’s as effective as being seen, right?” he frowned.

“Realistically could they get to us in time before we’re through?” I questioned.

“Probably not. That forest is rather dense. No off-roaders can get through,” he admitted.

“Well, I think this is better than hang gliding,” I teased.

“A helicopter could still track us moving through the forest,” he argued. “They could have people waiting for us on the other side.”

“I thought we were safe as long as we crossed the border,” I frowned.

“The southern border, not the eastern border,” he sighed. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” I leaned forwards to look at him directly.

“How much do you trust me?” he smirked.

“That sounds like famous last words,” I narrowed my eyes.

“Not even a little?” he pouted. “It’s not like I lost our clothes.”

“What are-,” I began to say before the realisation hit me. “Oh fuck.” Of course, I left our bag at my seat on the train.

“And that’s why I carry the computer,” he mocked.

“What am I going to do? Look at my pants!” I gritted my teeth as I gestured to my bloodied pants.

“Well I don’t mind if you don’t wear any,” he teased.

“Ok so we have to go shopping when we reach the town,” I insisted.

“Uh, you can’t. Not looking like that,” he frowned.

“But we have no spare clothes!” I exclaimed.

He groaned, “Fine, we find a thrift store. In and out quickly, ok?”

“Can I pick out your clothes?” I mused.

“No,” he answered simply.

“Why not?” it was my turn to pout.

“Plain, black clothes will do me just fine,” he glared.

“So boring,” I stuck my tongue out at him.

Jake leaned over to bite my tongue, but I pulled it back before he could. He smiled and sat back against the van again.

“I forgot to mention it earlier, but nice work on the message,” he grinned.

I blushed, “Thank you. I was worried you might not have heard it.”

“No, I heard it. Clear as day,” he nodded. “You just didn’t give me a lot of time.”

“The next train wasn’t going to be for another three hours,” I explained.

“No, it had to be that one,” he agreed. “I almost didn’t make the train though.”

“What happened?” I frowned.

“I jumped,” he laughed.

“Wait, what? How?” I asked in disbelief.

“If I told you, you’d probably commit me,” he smiled.

“For being suicidal, I definitely will!” I slapped his arm.

He grabbed my hand and held it, “I had it under control. It wasn’t the first time I jumped on a train and it wasn’t even at speed.”

“Oh my God, I can’t even... ugh!” I shook my head and looked away.

He laughed, then leant over to whisper in my ear, “Remember the lengths I will go to get to you. Nothing can keep me from you anymore.”

“And if I run?” I asked suggestively.

“I will find you, pin you down and remind you who you belong to,” he responded huskily in my ear.

My body shuddered as a chill ran down my spine. The urge to provoke him was too great, but as our gracious driver glanced over his shoulder, I was reminded that we weren’t alone. It was going to have to wait. It didn't stop Jake from putting a hand on my leg and rubbing my inner thigh teasingly.

“I haven't forgotten what you said last night. Know that my plans for you haven’t changed and I intend to act upon them as soon as I can,” he spoke quietly, but dominantly in my ear.

Suddenly the van started slowly down to a stop, but it was too soon to be at the town. Jake pushed his laptop aside and moved up to a crouching position to look past the front seats. He said something to the driver and the driver said something back, but I couldn’t hear over the sound of the engine.

Jake turned back to me with a look of annoyance, “There’s a checkpoint ahead.”

“We should get out then. Before they search the vehicle,” I thought out loud.

“No, it’s too obvious,” he shook his head.

Jake packed his laptop away, then removed his hoodie and his mask. There was a baseball cap tucked away behind the driver’s seat that he took out. After giving it quick shake he put it on.

“I am going to sit up front, ok? You do your best to make that leg look injured. If anyone asks you, we were hiking in the woods when you fell and since you couldn’t walk on your leg, we got a lift to get you to hospital. Remember your new identity?” Jake explained as he ripped a section his shirt to tie the fabric around my shin.

“Emily Wagner,” I confirmed.

“You’re the same age as you are now, only born a month later. We've been together for five years, married for two. No kids yet, but we’re trying,” he continued.

“Is that last part necessary?” I laughed.

“Ok, maybe just me,” he smirked impishly. “We're celebrating our anniversary which is why we’re away from home.”

“We have a golden retriever back home. His name is Lucky,” I added. Jake looked at me confused. “If you can add your fantasy, so can I,” I teased.

“Why is he named Lucky?” he went along with it.

“Because we found him in a well,” I humoured.

“If you say so,” he smiled.

“Uh, we don’t have rings,” I pointed out. “It'll be a little obvious.”

“Keep your hand in your pocket,” he said as he got up to move to the front. “Don’t worry, I've got this.”

“Again with the famous last words,” I mumbled to myself.

Surely this time wouldn’t end in a shoot out. Right? Right!?

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake #unrecognisable fanfic

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embalmerandphotographer · 2 years

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the entire idv fandom rn:

#orpheus you are the LEAST reliable narrator of all!!!#spoilers for the new plot::#the way a screamed when he huffed the fucking BOTTLES oh my GOD #if i was his alter i’d be frustrated to the point of violence too gd #young orpheus tho…. 🤯 why’d they make the latest pain in my ass so attractive #also orpheus all: nothing is supernatural #YOU CAN BODY SWAP WITH JACK THE RIPPER??? FUCKING EXCUSE ME????#MOST of the hunters are DEAD also how tf do you explain FIONA AND PATRICIA THEN????#smh @ this peak ‘i know the Real Truth’ fool #in orpheus’ defense he’s from that special era when european ppl were fed cocaine and opiates from infancy onward #ANYWAY this just makes me more convinced the manor is a supernatural pocket dimension and that most everyone played multiple matches #still in shock like…. joseph is FRENCH POLTERGEIST #MICHIKO IS DEAD and so is BANE!!!!!!!!#the least supernatural thing going on is lucky and he might not even be a real person!!!!!!!!!!#jfc… anyway hype af for the new hunter #gimme the Big Crow #⚰️

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malcolmwhitly-bright · 4 years

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Prodigal Son Breakdown

I saw this thing about Dani and her more than questionable actions over the course of the season and so I thought I would break down all the characters for fun. Remember kids, confirmation bias is a thing, hindsight bias is a bitch, and have fun for God's sake. STOP LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO NOT LIKE

Dani

Makes fun of her ex: comments on the fact that he was inadequate and a high functioning psychopath. From what I can tell and from what I can assume, her comments are really just rude. To be fair, petty comments like these usually spawn from hurt so Khalil probably hurt her but still she’s in a professional setting

Punches Bright in the shower. I see Dani getting a lot of shit for this and to be fair, the rational thing would be to turn to shower on and wake him. As viewers, we face a hindsight bias of sorts. To us, the answer is clear. She shouldn't have hit him but it’s not that simple. Put yourself in her shoes. Malcolm is violent, it looks like he’s hurting himself and he’s frantic. Getting in that shower, she’s putting herself at risk and her flight or fight is kicked into high gear. So she hits him. It’s not like she liked it or did it for no reason. It was a gut reaction

Did drugs undercover. If you wanna be mad about something Dani’s done, this is probably the best one. There’s no excuse, not a good one

Threatened to Kick Bright in the balls. She’s allowed to be uncomfortable. He invaded her space. It does sound abusive and over the top but she has a right to her autonomy just as much as he does. It was harmless dancing but he’s severally invaded her personal space. Even if he is high on drugs that he accidentally inhaled, that doesn't excuse it. You wouldn’t excuse it if the roles were reversed

Dad in coma comments/argument. It was wildly inappropriate. It was rude and insensitive. But... Martin is a serial killer. One that tried to kill his own son (I think the team knows about this, right? Because they probably overheard the interview with that guy from the 11 episode). Because, really, I know I can’t wrap my mind around Malcolm being so torn up about Martin. It was still pretty messed up

Constantly makes fun of, mostly, Malcolm but also everyone else. He makes snide remarks about Edrisa and her odd behavior. Not to mention his remark in the second episode “Don’t all murders feel personal to you”. He’s full of off-handed comments but... He’s got a military background and he’s also very loyal. He’s got no reason to trust Bright and to be fair, Malcolm sucks when it comes to the following of protocol. I would say JT’s comments are mostly a good example of just his coping mechanisms.

Edrisa (I already know this is the one that’s gonna bring the most shit so either know now you’re going to need to acknowledge your bias or just don’t read it)

Comments on Bright’s body. I know someone is going to try and come at me but it’s not appropriate. If you want to side with the argument “it’s her personality” then remember to apply that same logic to all of the others. If the genders were swapped, y’all would be flipping your shit. She called him slender. She’s constantly flirting. It’s wildly inappropriate. On the flip, I say dumb shit around my crush too so like I can understand some of the flustered rambling

Pulling his medical records. BRUH. What? There is nothing, nothing you can say that makes this okay. She’s worried? Okay, so is everyone else. I can’t fathom an excuse for this one. It’s creepy and a huge invasion of privacy. They could come for her privileges and license for this

Bright

Told the sole survivor of the annihilated family in the 2nd ep that his family was dead. He jumps the chain of command several times and tells people that their loved ones have been murdered for the profile so he can see the looks they give. Which is really just messed up and insensitive

Never listens to Gil when he’s told to stay back. The problem I have with this one: he’s putting the whole team at risk by following them when he’s specifically told not to. He’s acting like a liability instead of an asset and that’s dangerous.

He starts seeing his father. Self-explanatory. He’s an adult with a degree in psychology he knows damn well that he regresses in his mental state when he’s around Martin. It makes him self destructive and it’s kind of childish. On the flip, Martin is still his father and it’s hard to acknowledge and distance yourself from parents even if you know they’re bad for you

The Chloroform thing. Self-explanatory.

In conclusion,

Dani’s trust issues reflect harmfully on the relationships in her life

JT uses crude humor to cope and looks like an ass because of it

Edrisa’s emotions conflict with her work and cause her to make some iffy choices

Malcolm’s inability to cope healthily means he puts himself in danger and, inadvertently, his friends too

Do I still love all of these characters? Yes. Dani is a complex character that the show is steadily allowing to grow and for the better. JT is funny. In the beginning, it was a little rocky but for fuck sake, how safe would you feel around the son of one of the most prolific serial killers since Jack the Ripper? Edrisa is funny and sweet. She’s so smart and even if she does have a crush on Malcolm she isn’t afraid to tell him he’s wrong. And sweet, sweet Malcolm. He’s a moron but he’s trying to be better. He’s putting his best self out there.

Also, this was a lot of fun and I’m thinking about breaking down Eve, Gil, Jessica, and Ainsley next (Maybe Martin but he’s pretty easy)

#prodigal son #dani powell #jt tarmel #edrisa tanaka #malcolm bright

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unofferable-fic · 5 years

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Do You Fear the Devil? (Loki x Reader): 5 - Dear Boss

Summary: You are one of the many working women roaming the streets of Whitechapel when a madman begins to murder your comrades one by one. The attacks are so gruesome, that the detectives can only describe his work as that of “a devil than of a man”. Loki Laufeyson is a Metropolitan police detective and surgeon who is assisting on the case. As more bodies pile up and you and your friends fear for your lives, the police remain well and truly stumped. When Detective Laufeyson turns to you for help to find the murderer, you must face your fears to save yourself… But who can you really trust when you are the prey being stalked at night by someone who calls himself Jack the Ripper?

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Victorian London AU

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries/violence, gore, language, angst.

Word Count: 4,342

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Playlist: “For Those We Loved” — Austin Wintory, “Graveyard Parade - Acoustic Version” — Matthew And The Atlas, “Abide with Me” — 101 Strings Orchestra

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A/N: Also available on AO3. We are back in action with more from our Victorian Avengers! More historical facts and some perspective swapping between Loki and the reader. I promise they will have more interactions in the future as well ;) Thank you to you guys for reading as always! Hope y’all enjoy!

8th September 1888, 9.30 am.

Dr Laufeyson’s post-mortem report on Annie Chapman read as follows:

“The abdomen had been entirely laid open: the intestines, severed from their mesenteric attachments, had been lifted out of the body and placed on the shoulder of the corpse; whilst from the pelvis, the uterus and its appendages with the upper portion of the vagina and the posterior two thirds of the bladder, had been entirely removed. No trace of these parts could be found and the incisions were cleanly cut, avoiding the rectum, and dividing the vagina low enough to avoid injury to the cervix uteri. Obviously the work was that of an expert — of one, at least, who had such knowledge of anatomical or pathological examinations as to be enabled to secure the pelvic organs with one sweep of the knife, which must therefore have at least 5 or 6 inches in length, probably more. The appearance of the cuts confirmed me in the opinion that the instrument, like the one which divided the neck, had been of a very sharp character. The mode in which the knife had been used seemed to indicate great anatomical knowledge.”

The more he delved into the evidence and pieced together what may have possibly happened to her, Loki found it difficult to continue. Yes, his profession involved looking at the grim and the horrifying, but this killer was pushing the boundaries. Was he perhaps a doctor? It seemed plausible but brought him no sense of comfort.

The remainder of the day gave him no opportunity to rest — between following up with Stark and Strange, and dealing with his own private appointments, sleep was not readily doable until evening had descended upon London. He stood by the window in his home that overlooked the streets below, a glass of gin in hand, and wondered whether he was to be woken again that night by rampant knocking at his door. Would the Leather Apron — the killer’s new name given today by the media — strike the working women of Whitechapel again? His mind briefly wandered to Y/N and her friends before he shook the thought away again. Perhaps, given the day they themselves had experienced, they would be allowed a night of rest instead of working. Then again, he knew little of their practices or the attitude of Madame Potts. He hoped, for their sake and especially given Miss Maximoff’s association with Miss Chapman, that she was an understanding boss.

Between recalling the women with whom he was newly associated, his thoughts also drifted to Annie Chapman. What had she thought of, he wondered, as the life was squeezed out of her? Her parents? Her sisters? Her dead husband and estranged children? From the information provided by Miss Maximoff, the police gathered her life had not been an easy one. Despite marrying a gentleman’s coachman, John Chapman, and moving to a cottage on his employer’s Berkshire estate, the two had succumbed to alcoholism after many of their children grew sick and died. It was a constant up and down period of sobriety before the addiction won yet again. There were, as a result, numerous arrests over public drunkenness. Wanda recalled being told that Annie kept photographs of her children on the mantelpiece. A weekly allowance of ten shillings was supplied by her husband, and she also earned money by selling crochet-work and flowers. When the drink killed John and the allowance stopped, only then had she turned to prostitution and begging. Considered a drunkard and forced to reside in lodging houses, nothing else could be done. After delving further into his post-mortem, it was no surprise to see that she was already aggressively sick. She was far advanced in disease of the lungs and membranes of the brain, and her stomach contained little food, nor were there signs she had consumed any alcohol. It was clear that she was not well fed. If the killer had not gotten to her first, he was sure she would have not lasted much longer…

Even still, this did nothing to ease his mind. The more he thought of what happened, the more unsettled he became. Only when his head began to pound and his hand shook did he down the contents of his glass and try to go to sleep. He shrugged off his clothing and wrapped himself in the blankets as tight as he could. Despite forcefully shoving his head into the pillow, his mind would not relent. Albert Cadosch, a young carpenter living at 27 Hanbury Street, had told police that he heard voices over the fence that separated his yard from that of 29. He had been visiting his outhouse when he heard what he thought sounded like a woman’s voice saying ‘No!’, followed by the thud of something falling against the fence. He chose not to investigate it further.

Was he the only one to hear your screams? And yet, no one came to your aid? No one thought to help as you died?

The headache returned, as well as the stinging in his cheek, and Loki gritted his teeth.

He suppressed the urge to fix himself another gin.

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14th September 1888, 9.00 am.

In the days that followed the murder of Annie Chapman, London was enthralled with who the Leather Apron could be. You watched the play unfold closely, being sure to never leave the brothel unless accompanied by your friends or the police themselves. Wanda had, after some days of mourning, improved. The three of you had been glued to news reports when you were informed that police had arrested a man called John Pizer, the owner of the leather apron found in the yard of 29 Hanbury Street. Believed to be the Leather Apron, you had hoped this meant the end of the Whitechapel murders. It was only when Sgt Rogers informed you that Mr Pizer had credible alibis for both murders did you give up hope. With his release came the revelation that there were no other obvious leads.

On the same day as John Pizer’s arrest, Sgt Rogers was also kind enough to inform you that a local business man, Mr George Lusk, together with several of his comrades, founded the Mile End Vigilance Committee. Their hope was to assist the police with their endeavours to catch the murderer. How that was going to play out, you had no clue, but more help was always welcome. If it meant that you and your friends could safely traverse the streets without fear of being strangled then you would take what you could get.

That Friday morning, you found yourself in the Manor Park Cemetery on Sebert Road with Natasha and Wanda. You were there to attend the mostly secret funeral of Annie Chapman. It was a small affair, with her father, her sisters, and other family members in attendance. Wanda had bumped into her father while visiting Commercial Street Police Station the day before and he was kind enough to extend the invitation after hearing how she had assisted in the investigation. No one but the undertaker, the police, and her family knew of the event.

It was a quiet affair — kept secret to avoid any hysterical crowds — with a hearse removing her body from the mortuary and stealthily transporting it across London to the cemetery. Now, you stood beside public grave 78, a communal grave in which Annie was being laid to rest. The guests had met the body at the grave instead of following the hearse in coaches. This was another attempt to keep the crowds at bay, and it thankfully managed to do exactly that. Her black-covered elm coffin bore the words ‘Annie Chapman, died Sept. 8, 1888, aged 48 years’. Inspector Stark also offered to attend and represent the Metropolitan Police. You had to admit that it was nice having another familiar face there, even if the relatively warm morning was already marked with a somber atmosphere.

It was when you were standing by the graveside that you noticed another familiar face at the very back of the small crowd. You were certainly surprised (and maybe a little excited) to see Dr Loki Laufeyson also attending the funeral, especially considering he hadn’t gone with you, Inspector Stark, and your friends. Had he come of his own accord? You supposed he could have gotten the information from any of the other policemen, so it wasn’t all that surprising. And yet you were still curious about what would bring him here.

After the burial, you stuck around with your friends and Inspector Stark, watching Dr Laufeyson out of the corner of your eye as you paid your respects to Annie’s family. He didn’t speak to anyone, instead choosing to stand over her grave in thoughtful silence.

You nudged Tony, grabbing his attention, and nodded to the doctor. “Did you know Loki was going to attend today?”

Following your directions, he seemed taken aback and shook his head. “That I did not… Let’s go say hello, ladies.”

You followed Stark over to the graveside, the noise of your crunching footsteps on the dry grass grabbing Loki’s attention. He looked up and greeted you all with a nod.

Inspector Stark gave him a friendly clap on the back. “Morning, Doc.”

“Stark. Ladies. I hope you’re all well on a day such as this.”

“We’re getting by,” Natasha replied, summarising the unanimous feeling between you and your friends. “As well as any of us can.”

Loki seemed happy with that. “Good, good. And you, Stark? Any leads with the case? What of that man you arrested yesterday? Edward McKenna?”

“We released him last night. He had a solid alibi that checked out.”

The doctor frowned. “Why do I feel like every lead of late is a dead one?”

“Probably because they are all, in fact, dead…” Tony shook his head with a pout before briskly changing the subject. “But forget about that mess for the moment — I did not know you were going to be in attendance here this morning, Doctor.”

“Yes, well, I thought I should come to pay my respects, Inspector,” Loki replied, looking at his superior from underneath the brim of his top hat. “It felt necessary.”

“Considering you do get up close and personal with the victims after death, that does not surprise me. I came with our trusted associates, as you can see. Mr Smith invited them after meeting Miss Maximoff at the station.”

“I see. You have my condolences, Wanda. How are you faring?”

“Better,” she admitted and wrapped her arms around herself. “Having supportive friends by my side makes it easier.”

You reached out to wrap your own arm around her back, offering a comforting squeeze that the Sokovian thanked you for. Loki smiled at her words. “I am sure. That is the best anyone could ask for.”

“I would feel slightly better if the bastard was caught.” She shrugged, her words not intending to seem accusatory or rude. “Not that I am trying to appear ungrateful.”

“Not at all,” Tony assured her. “I think we would all feel more at ease if we caught him. We will catch him eventually, I promise. Especially with such helpful sort on our side.”

“I heard of the formation of the Mile End Vigilance Committee too,” Loki said, visibly intrigued. “Hopefully they prove to be useful.”

“We will take all the help we can get. We would rather nothing ill befell any other women, like poor Miss Chapman.” He looked at her grave before looking back at you and your friends. “I know Mr Smith already thanked you for this, but we did appreciate having you on hand to tell us about her. Even just hearing about her life was helpful.”

Wanda nodded in agreement. “Us lot already get shunted around the place and the last thing I wanted was for people to disrespect her after her death. I would much rather forget the memory of finding her in that yard and instead remember how she once made me a shawl because my older one was stolen. She didn’t deserve what happened to her.”

“That could have been any of us,” Natasha added. “We certainly know the feeling of, well, desperation, I guess. We are lucky that we live in the brothel instead of hopping between lodging houses or sleeping on the streets.”

“How did you move from the lodging house to the Black Swan, Wanda?” Loki asked inquisitively. “I would imagine it was quite difficult.”

“It was pure luck,” the Sokovian explained. “When I arrived here with my brother, we had little money and only the clothes on our backs. He did hard labour, and I did my part as well. One evening, Natasha approached me with Y/N by her side — she had heard my accent while I was mouthing off to some blighter who thought he could shove me about. They helped me fight him off and brought me back to the Black Swan. They said Madame Potts had a fondness for ladies with zealous attitudes. My brother came along too, and now he works as the bar man there. So, I have these two ladies to thank for whatever may have happened to us otherwise.”

“Why am I not surprised that you three would take on some drunk oaf together?” Loki said while Tony seemed silently satisfied with such a tale. “Although I suppose you all have similar temperaments.”

“We certainly do,” you replied. “But she also simply needed help, and we were definitely going to do what we could to get rid of that twat.”

Natasha cracked a smile. “We do not take shite from stupid people, especially not stupid, drunken men.”

“They go running when they see her,” you confirmed proudly. “I have seen it happen.”

The inspector’s expression now appeared genuinely impressed. “I don’t doubt that at all. You sound like a woman with a lot of experience in that area.”

Loki jumped in and added. “I would say that it seems like personal experience too.”

“Let’s just say that I have dealt with my fair share of moronic men.”

You knew all about Natasha’s past, but it was something that had only been revealed after a significant bond and trust was formed. It was late one evening when she told you about her former husband, Henry, whom she loved dearly once upon a time. Not unlike Annie, the Russian had found herself in a middle class family after moving to England. A whirlwind romance had led to a quick marriage, and the happy couple seemed to be a perfect match. It was only when they had tried to start a family did issues arise. Problems with conception led to the revelation of her inability to bear children, and Henry, after years of arguments, decided that he had wed a woman who couldn’t perform what he considered to be her basic duty. So he sold their residence, took whatever money Natasha had saved, and fled. She hadn’t seen him since, but she vehemently hated his tainted memory.

“If anything,” Tony continued, pulling you out of your daydream. “This is just further proof that you lot are perfect for this job. I do hate to end this lovely meeting, but I must be getting back to the station. Would you care to accompany us, Doctor? I offered our friends here a lift, and you’re more than welcome to join us.”

“Thank you, Inspector, but I have left my bicycle outside and will have to pass. I can find my own way home.”

Tony shrugged and pulled out a smoking pipe from his coat pocket. “Suit yourself, Poe. I shall escort these ladies home on my own, then.” Once the Doctor had given you all a courteous goodbye and taken his leave, the inspector spoke again. “He is a curious man, that one.”

You stuck closely by your friends as you began to walk in the opposite direction to Loki, heading back to the horse and carriage in which you had arrived. Wanda seemed to find Tony’s comments amusing. “He seems nice enough to me.”

“I never said he wasn’t nice, but he is a weird sort, if you catch my drift.”

“Aren’t we all?” you challenged. “We are not exactly the most put together group.”

Inspector Stark chuckled. “I suppose I never thought a group of glamorous dollymops such as yourselves would be assisting me on a case, that’s for sure.”

“It wasn’t something I had seen in our future either,” Natasha added, wrapping her shawl tighter around shoulders. “The police haven’t exactly been very helpful or… understanding of our way of life in the past.”

“I have been meaning to ask you about that actually,” you said, looking at Tony curiously. “Soliciting is still illegal in London, and we get shunted around all the time by locals instead of actual constables. What exactly made you lot stop enforcing such strict rules? Sex workers are no longer getting arrest or charged, but instead we’re told to move on with our business. Most of the time, you just turn a blind eye.”

Tony listened carefully before he answered. “You can thank Sir Nicholas Fury for that one. He’s the Chief Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police and made the very wise decision to say that it isn’t our duty to investigate or close down brothels.”

“But when the Vigilance Associations closed down brothels, all they did was move them to somewhere they considered more respectable!”

“And he agrees with you on that!” He took another puff of his pipe. “He believes that containment is a better way to manage soliciting, as opposed to repression, you know? It is also a lot easier to manage when it is confined to one particular area too.”

“Let’s not forget that we still receive business from the public,” Wanda added. “And that still isn’t greatly affected by the fact soliciting is considered illegal.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “As long as there’s a demand, it shall always be around.”

“Right you are, Natasha,” Tony replied. “And it is also quite hard to prove that a woman has been soliciting, so charging individual prostitutes is nearly impossible, lest we forget about the case of Miss Elizabeth Cass last year. Her unjust arrest and subsequent overturning resulted in the entirety of London laughing at our incompetence, and rightly so! It was after that case that Fury prohibited us from arresting any street walkers unless a direct complaint had been made by the public. Evidence was also a requirement, obviously.”

“You lot really did make a balls of that one,” Natasha chuckled. “I do recall getting a good laugh out of it.”

Tony shook his head, but grinned slightly despite his embarrassment. “I am glad that it brought you some entertainment. Now, if we could politely withhold any verbal abuse until we return to the station, that would be much appreciated.”

“Not a chance!”

“I’m honestly surprised that you lot are even willing to work with us,” you said as you arrived at the horse and carriage. “Considering we are still technically doing something illegal.”

“Well,” Tony began, shrugging dismissively as he opened the carriage door for you. “You haven’t solicited on any of the occasions that we employed your help and, as they say, everyone needs to put food on the table.”

You looked at the older man with a small smile, aware that while he was telling the truth about your lack of any offence while working under their terms, he was also expressiing an understanding for the situation in which you and your friends found yourselves. There was hardly much choice for you when it was either prostitution or poverty. “Right you are, Tony.”

He laughed, flashing you a brilliantly arrogant smile of which you were beginning to grow genuinely fond. “As always, Y/N. Now, after you.”

* * *

27th September 1888, 10.15 am.

Clint Barton sat at his desk in the Central News Agency in London. He was scanning through a list of missives that were left for him to look over, all while drinking his usual morning cup of tea. He scanned the envelopes until one in particular caught his attention. It was written in red ink and, quite humourously, addressed to ‘The Boss, Central News Office, London City’. He raised a brow and took it from the pile to read first. He tore open the envelope and scanned through its contents…

Hmm… Leather Apron? Ah! Another Whitechapel Murderer claim, it would seem… Yada yada… red ink … Jack the Ripper? How creative…

He wasn’t too fussed about it really — it definitely wasn’t the first time they had received supposed information on the Whitechapel murders. Most of that information ended up being completely falsified, and he wasn’t much bothered by this letter either. He set it aside and began to read through all the other post that was delivered to him instead.

It was two days later on the morning of the 29th of September when he passed the letter on to the Metropolitan Police at Commercial Street Station. It was given into the hand of Inspector Stark, who sat at his desk and unfolded to missive to read:

“Dear Boss,

I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal.

How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha ha. The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight.

My knife’s so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance.

Good Luck.

Yours truly

Jack the Ripper

Dont mind me giving the trade name. Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I'm a doctor now. ha ha”

Upon finishing it, Tony was unsure. The likelihood that the literal killer would write a letter seemed unrealistic, and yet there was a small part of him that was perturbed with its arrival. Despite the fact it killed him to do so, he made Chief Inspector Strange aware of its arrival.

“Surely it is a hoax,” his superior said, eying the letter with a grim expression sometime later. “I mean, come on, red ink? That is embarrassingly excessive.”

“I think that cutting out wombs is also pretty excessive.”

“That may be so, but we have no way to confirm its authenticity.”

“True,” Stark sighed, therapeutically rubbing his temples. “Still, this man does at least sound psychotic. I mean, “you will soon hear of me with my funny little games”? I knew he was a devil before, but he seems to be getting a great deal of entertainment from this whole affair.”

“If the author of this letter is indeed our murderer,” Strange reminded him with a frown. “We have no way of knowing for certain. He hasn’t said anything to imply that he has detailed knowledge of the case, so it is not much to go off.”

“He has definitely adopted a more creative nickname anyway.”

“Creative and dramatic, I suppose.”

“He sounds like a bloody theatre kid…”

“My advice is that, right now, we put this letter to the side and return to it upon more details arising. We cannot do anything with it yet.”

Stark hung his head, sitting dejectedly behind his desk. “I feel like we are continuously doing just that — nothing! The press continue to slate us for making no progress at all and every lead is a dead end. There have been no murders since that of Miss Chapman, but we have been about as productive as our murderer! We cannot sit idly by waiting for another woman to wind up dead.”

“What do you suggest we do then, Inspector?” Strange argued, clearly perturbed by the truth within his words. “We cannot make progress when there is no evidence with which to work.”

Growing impatient, Stark grabbed the letter in his fist and shook it in front of Strange’s face. “But what about this? What if this can provide some answers?”

Despite Stark’s emotional outburst, Strange remained aloof and cold, his voice eerily deep and calm as he shut him down. “As desperately as you wish for this letter to give us any answers, we cannot prove that it is genuine. Right now, all we can do is believe it to be a hoax and nothing more — nothing about it is to be made public either. I advise you to focus your attention on other leads, Inspector. Perhaps you can have a word with your dollymops.”

Without waiting for a response, the Chief Inspector stormed out of the office, slamming the door shut behind him. Stark released a heavy sigh and leaned against his desk, thinking through his options briefly before he resolutely exited the room.

It didn’t take him long to find Sergeant Rogers.

“Inspector?” the blonde greeted him, standing to attention.

Stark greeted him with a nod. “Steve, head over to the White Swan tonight. I need our girls out and on the job.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“It is about time that we found ourselves a lead, and I trust them to do it.”

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AUs for my main OC (sorry if format is shit, im on mobile)

Sevens Melody Arbor (Original)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1APiMq__QtwQvvjZjrwfSlDPvdjoB3FYEU9tU0NUBNog

Sevens Arbor (Undertale AU)

-Sevens is an added character to the UT universe (or variations thereupon)

-Due to high LV from circumstances of The University (Many deaths under her belt. She had to, in order to survive.) her soul is severely cracked under the pressure of not giving into the aggression that comes with an excessively high LV (103, HP 777)

-Is pacifist when she can be. Does not have a complete handle over her magic or the Leviathan.

-SOUL is a mix of purple and red. Not striped, blended but an obvious distinction.

-Magic gives her the ability of a mirror. She can mirror objects, attacks, and thoughts if they are strong enough. (Her own thoughts.) Red.

-Any more LV gained runs the risk of her SOUL shattering from the pressure.

-Holds her soul together via Red mirror magic thread. It's the only thing delicate enough to not cause it anymore harm. No way to tell how much more cracked it is unless thread is removed. Which is dangerous.

Henry Arbor (Sibling Swap AU)

-Takes Sevens place in the Original timeline and vice versa.

Henry Arbor (Sibling Swap Undertale AU)

-Takes Sevens place in the Undertale AU

-SOUL is a mix of Aqua and Red

-LV is at a 67. HP is 300

-Magic is needle and thread. Purple.

Sevens Arbor (Reed) (D:BH AU)

-The original before the original

-Cyborg

Melody Serene Arbor (Happy Life AU)

-Sober parents

-no run in with Alan Trellis

-no Prescott

-'The Fluff AU'

-Professional Soccer Player

-Seventh of 9 kids

Leviathan (Lost Soul AU)

-Sevens personality is locked behind Levi as a defence

-cold, quiet, obedient, vicious

-If Sevens is 'revived' she is in an extreme state of panic and fear

-Massive PTSD and Guilt Trauma

Ouroborus (Lost Soul Sibling Swap AU)

-Henry personality is locked behind Orous as a defence

-cold, snarky, obedient, ruthless

-If Henry is 'revived' he is catatonic and will not speak verbally.

-Massive PTSD and Guilt Trauma

Arbor (Apocalypse AU)

-either Arbor sibling thrust into Great-CatastropheTM

-Uses sarcasm and snark to hide the fact they are terrified

-Loyal to those who earn their loyalty (even if they think you're an ass)

-Brutal. Will not take risks unless bribed HEAVILY

-Will either be the one to Sacrifice themselves or die doing something reckless but very helpful

“Mello” Sevens Arbor (Supernatural AU)

-Can be a Fantasy/Supernatural setting, or LITERALLY the show Supernatural (im like perpetually stuck in season 3 *S O b S*

-two souls living in one body

-Goes by 'Mello' due to a particularly bad run in with a Fae in the past.

-Doesn't even give her middle name unless she REALLY fucking trusts you.

-Second soul in her body is Levi (that WhHore)

-Is maybe a demon? Or just a super fucked up individual. Mello jokes that Levi is the soul of Jack the Ripper.

Six Harmony Arbor (Twin Switch AU)

-Applies to every AU version of Sevens

-Sevens died of colic when she was 4 instead of Six.

“Sevens” Melody Serene Arbor (Asylum AU)

-Sevens began to deteriorate after seeing her sister pass away when she was four years old

-She began to lose sense of reality and self, calling herself “Sevens” because she was the Seventh child.

-when her brother died, she went completely insane and tried to kill her father. In her mind she saw him beat her brother to death when in reality he was attempting CPR after Sevens herself had attacked him, seeing a demonic entity she called 'Levi'

-Soon after she was shipped to an asylum/mental hospital

-One year later she broke out

(Applies to the Creepypasta fandom as well)

#roleplay #rp #OC #AU #undertale #creepypasta #Detroit: Become Human #UT #D:BH #Supernatural #<- The show #Doctor Who #Sherlock #Assassins Creed #and various other fuckin fandoms #😁😁

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Superbat Big Bang 2017 Masterlist

Week One

June 21st The Crush Zone metropolisjournal, steals_thyme Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 9k, Explicit

(set during Batman v. Superman) After the showdown at the Gotham Port and a hostile confrontation with the Bat vigilante, Clark tries to apologize for wrecking the Batmobile. Bruce is so angry, he can hardly keep his priorities straight. Will Bruce be able to hide what he thinks of the alien, or will everything end badly?

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | masterpost on tumblr --- June 22nd You Were Always on My Mind blue_jack, Marourin Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 17k, Explicit

It wasn’t that Clark loved Bruce less, or admired him less, or had stopped being able to see all the things that had made him fall in love with Bruce in the first place. He just … didn’t want to be around him at the moment, found himself wondering what else Bruce would say to get his point across, what else he’d do to make sure Clark kept his distance.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | masterpost on tumblr --- June 23rd I'll Show You a Silver Rose mithen, yamada Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 8k, Teen+

When Clark is trapped in the Phantom Zone, he can only watch in horror as Bruce interacts with the shapeshifter that has taken his place.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- June 24th I’d Learn To Float Meduseld, Selofain Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 19k, Teen+

Clark Kent is an up and coming gossip reporter, and a fledgling superhero, and he’s doing alright. Then Bruce Wayne adopts an orphan and everything goes to hell. In a good way.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr ---

Week Two

June 25th Ghastly Murders in the East End dippkip, Kingy Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 38k, Teen+

London, 1888. A vicious killer known as Jack the Ripper has begun haunting the district of Whitechapel. In light of Scotland Yard’s inability to solve the case, intrepid reporter Clark Kent has made it his mission to track down this fiend and bring them to justice, though he may find himself more deeply involved in the affair than he bargained for.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- June 26th The Other World Ginger, scumashslanderson Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 11k, Teen+

In this emotional story, Barry Allen goes missing on a mission fighting a new villain named DeathNote. Clark and Bruce must figure out where Barry disappear to. However, after a confrontation with DeathNote one will go to another Universe/World. Will the other save them in time? Or will DeathNote get to them?

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- June 27th Everyone Knew Eventually vidavitavi, Roscuro Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 29k, Explicit

It took a little indirect help from a couple of embarrassing incidents, his ex, and his best friend’s son.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | tumblr masterpost --- June 28th The End of the Star Lopithecus, VaticanSaint Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 38k, Explicit

Bruce Wayne, is attacked and kidnapped on his way home from a charity event. Mysterious men whisk the billionaire away to a remote planet, light years away from Earth. A star system in peril needs his help. He must act to save the people of this strange new world. Things are not always as they seem, and what awaits on this alien odyssey will challenge even the Batman’s resolve.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- June 29th Practical Magic Pandamomochan, KatsuyaCrimson Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 22k, Explicit

From love spells, to body swaps, to gender switcheroos, Bruce and Clark have no luck with magic. Then again, maybe some magical mischief is just the trick these heroes need to finally admit their feelings.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- June 30th Shotgun Kiss KatsuyaCrimson, catgoboom Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 9k, Explicit

After being together over 25 years, age is getting to Bruce Wayne. Batman and Superman being the only things that drive Bruce to continue living, and for Clark to watch this, well most days feel like madness. They share a kiss to take away that madness.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 1st The Wrong Foot Kitty, orotea Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 16k, General Audiences

Krypton is under attack by an alien threat and the Justice League is called to assist. As thanks, Krypton offers young scientist Kal-el to travel to earth and update the Justice League's tech. But, as Kal will soon discover, it's pretty hard to do your job when you've got a bat breathing down your neck.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | tumblr masterpost ---

Week Three

July 2nd Hope BuckinghamAlice, Kingy Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 12k, Teen+

When Bruce goes to visit Martha Kent eighteen months after Clark is killed, he discovers that Clark is back from the dead... and is now raising a baby who looks suspiciously like a mix of the two of them. As the two of them learn to co-parent, they must ask themselves if what was between them is really all in the past.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 4th Make Your Mark (On My Heart) technopat3, ireallyshouldbedrawing Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 8k, Explicit

Clark always thought he was an Alpha, then he thought no Alpha would want him. Bruce wants to prove otherwise.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 5th This Side of the Stars architeuthis, TKodami Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 43k, Teen+

After Clark's death, Bruce finally gets to know him.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 6th Like a Steel Trap missigma, Batdad/mizgoat lark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 27k, Explicit

A young Bruce Wayne travels to Metropolis to try to gather more information about a mysterious new hero, Superman. After his first attempt—questioning reporter Clark Kent in his hotel room—proves fruitless, he returns to his original plan to meet the man himself. Long aware of a kidnapping plot, Bruce allows himself to be taken captive in hopes that Superman will rescue him. While Superman does make an appearance, nothing else goes according to plan.

fic on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr --- July 7th Pieces of Us ComposerofDiscord, scumashslanderson Hernan Guerra/Kirk Langstrom, 60k, Mature

“It’s human nature to want to live, and therefore Kirk shouldn’t be ashamed, but he was. He is. As soon as those otherworldly eyes met his, he knew this was not what he signed his life away to.” Kirk is recruited by the government to work on a confidential project. Desperate to find a cure for his cancer, he accepts only to find what he was testing was whom he was testing. By then, he couldn't turn back. What's done is done as he struggles to undo the mess he's made.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | tumblr masterpost --- July 8th Engraved In Our Souls Nixie DeAngel, Batdad/mizgoat Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 9k, Teen+

It started with pain, with warm blood and bold, black letters. How was he to know it'd lead to a pair of gorgeous eyes, shimmering with the promise of life long happiness and love? Or, after years of waiting, Bruce finds his soulmate in the least likely of places.

fic on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr ---

Week Four

July 9th I Pulled A Thorn From His Tiny Paw bisexualagentcooper, architeuthis Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 8k, Teen+

When there's a Superman imposter, Batman and Superman must work together to get to the bottom of it.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr ---

Amnesty Week

July 12th Saudade steals_thyme, architeuthis, TKodami Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 20k, Teen+

It's midsummer, 2006. In the wake of his son's death, Bruce Wayne tries to outrun his grief on a cross-country road trip. When his car breaks down on a dusty road in the heart of Kansas, a friendly stranger stops to lend a hand.

fic on Ao3 | art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 13th The Pitter Patter... of the Shower BuckinghamAlice Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 3k, Explicit

Clark and Bruce try to have sex without waking the baby.

fic on Ao3 | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 13th Pole Dancing Hernan scumashslanderson Hernan Guerra/Kirk Langstrom, art, Mature

pole dancing Hernan for @superbatbigbang Amnesty week. A thought continued from this post because the uniform of Zod from Superman 2 looks like a dancer’s uniform.

art on Ao3 | art masterpost on tumblr --- July 15th Fortunate Accident BananaMuffinSpecial Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 13k, Teen+

Clark confessing his feelings to Bruce was never part of the plan, and now both of them have to face the consequences.

fic on Ao3 | fic masterpost on tumblr --- July 15th all each riddles, when unknown susiecarter, steals_thyme, TKodami Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, 51k, Mature

Post-MoS AU: Clark, struggling to deal with the events of Black Zero Day, is assigned a straightforward human-interest piece—on Wayne Enterprises. Then Batman catches Superman's attention, Clark Kent starts investigating Batman, Bruce Wayne spends a lot of time arguing with hitting on Clark Kent, and Bruce's best efforts to find a way to hurt Superman start to bear fruit. And then things get complicated.

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And that is it for the 2017 edition of Superbat Big Bang! Please be sure to drop our authors and artists kudos, likes, and reblogs if you like what you read!

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