#and he's like what the fuck happened and then like they abolish the government and they all live in happy anarchy <3

[acescorazon]

Buggy x Mihawk x Crocodile prompt: Mihawk and Crocodile's bullying and beatings start taking a toll on Buggy, especially since he's somehow fallen irrevocably in love with both his "business partners". After a incident where Crocodile goes too far and Mihawk actually intervenes to stop him, Buggy falls fully into despair and decides to fully fall into the ocean to certain death. He waits until late at night and sneaks off to the docks. He falls in and expects the end but just as everything goes dark he sees a pair of golden eyes and hands reaching for him. When Buggy opens his eyes again he's very much alive, with Mihawk and Crocodile keeping vigil over him. Mihawk is mighty pissed and Crocodile is uncomfortable in his guilt. They figure things out eventually, messily and all.

Bestie if you didn't read this post, this is for you (as well as some of my other anons/ ppl who sent in requests ) LOL (it explains my shenanigans.)

ANYWAYS!!! Bby your idea...she's giving slow burn...she's giving...make it hurt...She's giving multi-chapter series realness. She deserves so much more than a one shot. She's a star who deserves to shine brightly...and i'm giving her what she deserves LOL. i don't have a title, so fuck it we ball, but consider this a prologue since it just really goes over Cross Guild's past briefly. So for anyone about to read,i'm not telling you how to live your life, but i'm juuuust saying you might want to have read up to like Ch 1082?

The sounds of canons being fired and screaming can be heard all over the island, and Buggy swears that he’s moments away from having a full blown panic attack. Why now? Why did they suddenly decide to abolish the warlord system? Buggy was just starting to enjoy his newfound power and, more importantly, protection. His men keep screaming at him, begging for him to do something because Buggy’s so strong and powerful, and mighty after all. He sailed the sea with Gol. D Rogers, Dark King Rayleigh, and a young Red Haired Shanks after all. He ‘led’ a prison escape after all. He ‘fought’ in the war after all… He’s the one who’s a former warlord of the sea after all…  Buggy must be a formidable foe, right? Buggy must be able to bring him and his men to victory, right? Buggy can take on some marines…right…?

Buggy watches in horror as a fleet of marines attack his battle ships, sinking them, as they gradually begin to encircle the entire island. Oh, they’re doomed. His men are still yelling at him, asking him questions that he can barely process at the moment because he can’t breathe let alone talk.

“Chairman Buggy, what are your orders, sir?!”

”Chairman Buggy, the marines just sank another one of our ships.”

“Captain Buggy, why are you just standing there?!”

“Chairman Buggy, do something!!”

“Captain!!!”

Buggy’s…Buggy’s got to go, like, right now. He can’t handle this. He doesn’t know what to do, this attack happened so fast… He swears the world government abolished the warlord system just this morning, and they already have marines on their ass. He needs off this island before it burns down and he turns to ash with it. He hopes and prays that he still has at least one good ship that he can escape on, and as for his men…

God, Buggy can’t do this. He can’t do this. The amount of men he controls has grown considerably after the war, and he can’t’ confidently say he can evacuate everyone on the island, not that he thinks anyone wants to leave in the first place. His kids are all dedicated and always willing to fight…(Buggy wishes he can say the same.)

Screw it, he’s calling for that evacuation order.

“Chairman Buggy, someone’s attacking the marines!” Someone’s attacking the marines…? Did Buggy have men out at sea that are now returning home and diligently attacking the marines now that they see the island is under attack? Does he have any allies who were conveniently on their way to visit, when they noticed the marines were attacking them? Is this just another group of pirates who noticed the marines and wanted to make a name for themselves, so they decided to attack them while they just so happened to be attacking Emptee Bluffs Island? Who are the heroes saving Buggy and his children?!

“Hey! It’s Crocodile!”

“Chairman Buggy, Crocodile is here to save us!!”

As soon as Buggy hears that name, his stomach drops. No, why? Why now? Why is this all happening to him now? There’s only one reason why Crocodile would be coming to Emptee Bluffs island, and Buggy…Buggy needs to leave. Forget his men, they’ll be fine, Buggy’s the one whose life is in grave danger. In all honesty, he’d rather be facing the Marines than have to deal with Crocodile’s wrath.

Buggy leaves the tent where he makes all his official announcements to his men, and his men watch him, confused, as he tries to make his escape. Some of them even mindlessly try to follow him, and Buggy doesn’t have the heart to tell the men following him to leave him alone because they’ll just bring unneeded attention to Buggy while he tries to flee. He makes it two, no, three steps out of the tent before he sees him, heading his way. “AHHH!”  Buggy screams at the top of his lungs, instantly, spinning back around on his heels and trying to push through a crowd of men, “Let me through! Let me through!!!” He orders them, trying to get back inside his tent and hide.

“Chairman…What’s wrong…it’s just Crocodile?”  

It is not just Crocodile. Do his men not realize how scary this man is? Do they not realize that their beloved Chairman and Captain is moments away from getting his ass beaten? Buggy forces himself through all the bodies in front of him and rushes back into the tent, but it’s too late.

“Running away, Buggy?” He hears a deep, intimidating voice call out from behind him. Ah, so it looks like this is the end of the road for Buggy, huh…? What does he do now, he doesn’t think he can out run Crocodile…

Beg for mercy?

Buggy slowly turns around, waving nervously at Crocodile, “Uh, hey!” He greets him, voice already shaking as he speaks. He’s going to scream, cry, and vomit, and all in that order. “I wasn’t running away… I was just, uh…” he trails off, unsure of what excuse he could possibly use in this situation because Crocodile saw him make a run for it with his own eyes. He notices belatedly that Crocodile has that other tall, slightly less intimidating but still extremely scary, fellow with him…Daz…? They all escaped prison together, didn’t they? And…There’s also…Mihawk? Why is Mihawk with him?

Crocodile’s cold voice brings Buggy crashing back down to reality, “Whatever. Where’s my money, clown?” Where’s his money…right…Right…the money that Buggy borrowed after the war, and most definitely has right now… That money…

(He’s lucky if he even has money for lunch.)  

Buggy forces a bright smile onto his face, “Y-your money?!” he repeats, trying to buy himself some more time while he figures out an excuse that’ll save his ass. “Well.. You see.. about that…” he’s just about to start babbling bullshit when Crocodile narrows his eyes at him, giving him the nastiest look. Oh! Okay! “Crocodile, please.” Buggy whines, “Look around, I have so many kids to feed…and… and It’s not exactly like business has been booming…and, and…I just lost my biggest money makers…and…”

Buggy’s never been one to admit his failures,  but this is a matter of life or death, and truth be told, Buggy’s delivery service hasn’t been doing too hot lately, but he just needs a little bit more time! He… He can fix everything, and get Crocodile his money back. “Please, just...Give me a month…” He begs, and Crocodile gives him that look again. Oh, okay! That’s obviously way too much time! “Three weeks, give me three weeks and I’ll have all your money… plus interest…”

Truth be told there’s no way in hell he’d ever be able to repay Crocodile the amount of money he owes him in that amount of time, and he sure wouldn’t be able to pay him interest on top of everything, but he… he just needs an excuse. If Crocodile believes him, then… Then as soon as he gets the chance, he’ll pack up and leave. He’ll dye his hair and change his name, and…

Crocodile scowls at him, “You’re saying you don’t have my money?” Well, no…but, yes… but, no he’s definitely not saying anything like that…what… what he is saying is that he’s broke right now, and just needs a little bit more time… “That’s fine.” Crocodile tells him, despite still having a terrifying look on his face, and there’s a moment where Buggy’s filled with hope.  Is...is his life saved? “I can just sell you.” Crocodile says the words, ‘I can just sell you.’ nonchalantly, and like Buggy isn't human, like…like he’s nothing more but an object, and like his life has no meaning to it. God, what did Buggy get himself into?

“Hey…Hey…Croccy, baby…Hey!” Buggy raises his hands up. Is it hot in here? Is Buggy the only one sweating right now? “We’re friends…remember? We escaped Impel down together remember?!” he stammers, trying to remind Crocodile of all the good times they shared together like….when they… well, uh, there was that one time where they… and then there was that other time when they… Oof.

Buggy is the one using his powers to make himself look ten times bigger than he should actually be right now, but for some reason, he still feels so small especially as he picks up the not so subtle shifts in Crocodile’s expression. He goes from slightly irked, to fully annoyed, to looking like he’s moments away from ripping Buggy to shreds.  “Oh, I remember, but I need my money now. I’m starting a new company and I need that money, clown.” Crocodile announces, and Buggy’s not sure how much longer he has before Crocodile snaps and beats him within an inch of his life. “If you can’t pay me back now, you need to make up for the money you’ve borrowed in other ways. Understand?”

Buggy swallows hard. God, what now? What does he say now? He considers making a run for it again, when all of a sudden an idea forms in his gigantic brain, “Oh!” He exclaims, “I know! I know! I can be your errand boy, or something,” he suggests, “I can work off my debt to you!” Crocodile’s cold, harden expression remains on his face, until Buggy casually stammers out:

“I…I have men who can give your new company the flashiest debut possible! My men can do it all: printing, design, advertisement, you name it…Just please don’t kill me!”

…

Somehow Buggy survives his encounter with both The Marines and Crocodile…Don’t ask him how, he’s always had the stupidest of luck. It doesn’t matter though, as soon as Buggy gets the okay from Crocodile, he’s looking for the best choice among all his men to design a flyer for their, well, Crocodile and Mihawk’s new company; Cross guild, hm, it’s got sort of a ring to it.

Buggy finds a few of his men and orders them to design and distribute a flyer for Cross Guild, and tells them to make it look flashy…because if it’s not, Buggy can kiss his life and or freedom goodbye.

Okay, that should keep Crocodile off his ass for a couple of days, right…? It’ll take his men a few days to design a breath taking flyer and then distribute it, and then Crocodile will see that Buggy’s actually a really useful guy after all!

That’s how Buggy thought things would go at least.

Buggy’s most devoted followers make a flyer for Cross Guild in a day and a half, taking pride in the fact that they didn’t stop for a break even once during the process, and the results are: Terrifying. As soon as he sees the poster, Buggy knows that he’s doomed and that what little chance he had at surviving and living a somewhat decent life was gone. It’s not like the flyer is poorly designed…it’s just… Buggy’s face is sort of… for lack of better terms... his men made it so that Buggy was in the center of attention while the other two look like an after thought, and that’s…that’s not what he wanted.

Buggy’s just an errand boy!

As soon as he sees Cross Guild’s debut flyer, Buggy feels violently ill again, like he’s going to throw up his breakfast, and he quickly orders his men to redesign the flyer so that Buggy doesn’t get killed, but they...

“Oh, we already distributed it.”

Okay, don’t panic. Don’t panic, maybe there’s time to fix this..or at least run away before Crocodile and Mihawk see the flyer. Buggy exhales a shaky breath, trying to figure out what he’s going to do about this whole flyer situation. Is...is there any way to just…just, make all the flyers go away? No? It doesn’t work like that?

Fuck.

[Next Part]

#one piece #cross guild #asks #my writing #i aint tagging shit #cw: crocodile #LMAO #Also ily pookie this whole series will be on tumblr for you #and if nobody likes it but us at least we have each other #changes

[hungrydolphin91]

ok I had to go make my own post about Eugene Cassette Beasts, it's not fair for me to fill up everyone else's tags w how much I love this guy. I wanted to speculate a little about his backstory here cause it honestly fascinates me and I feel like I havent seen this happen much in other media, much less turn based monster collecting RPGs.

So Eugene is from a future world (seemingly the only party member who is except maybe Barkley but he's a dog so.) It sounds like he's from the turn of the century, maybe 2100 or so, and mentions in his rank 3 friendship that in his world, there was a massive reformation when society as a while realized they couldn't keep fucking each other over and destroying the planet, so everyone worked hard to abolish the kinds of structures that unilaterally hurt people (for instance, capitalism). Sounds like a utopia right?

Eugene only says good things about his world really, how much people value acts of goodness and kindness. But he says it all with such a sad tone, like something he's missing out on, because he thinks he is, he didn't fit in. He says that he wasn't great at being helpful all the time, which is why he wants to do better in New Wirral, a world removed from his own where he can be a better person than he was in his own world.

But the thing is, he IS a nice person. Maybe that's by design, everything he does in New Wirral is about him playing the hero, but it's also oh so clear that he brought his own expectations of goodness from his own timeline and they're just as much of a burden here. Even when hes succeeding, he won't cut himself slack, he says he needs to have a cause to rally behind, or what that archangel said to him would be proven true: he IS empty. Or at least, useless, which is probably the same thing to him.

What really grabs me about all of this though (besides the usual love of angst and guilt complexes and hero complexes and whatnot) is this future of moral reformation. Those are a pretty common historical phenomenon, often involving moral panics and an emphasis on presentation--- what matters is that you LOOK pure compared to others. And poor Eugene just felt like he couldn't keep up just because he has some small selfish impulses, or something in that nature I'd imagine--- I think he'd rather throw himself off a bridge than admit whatever the reason was that he didn't fit in in his own world.

It's easy to see his world being our future, in a way. I'd be delighted if terrible oppressive governments and economic systems were torn down in favor of ones that promote equality and universal well being, but currently moral purity is just as much of a trend as ever--- look at any discussion of book banning, not to mention transphobic legislature, fandom antis and so much more. So this hypothetical future is one where even though the 'right' thing has been done, there's still a subtle form of policing going on to enforce it. Maybe that is successful at keeping cruel practices from coming back. Or maybe it's just traumatizing people like Eugene who feel judged by their every action and pressured to be a saint every single moment of their lives.

One last thing I thought was interesting--- as part of his level 4 friendship rank, Eugene mentions how his parents' generation still seem scarred by the cruelties they endured before this reformation. But Eugene is too young to have lived through it himself so you know what that means?? Generational trauma babyyyyy. He's inherited guilt about a time he wasn't even alive for, along with a pressure to make sure it never ever happens again, so no unkindness is tolerated. It's no wonder this boy has so many issues.

So that's my late night rambles about this guy, probably like 50% of this is just me projecting but it's also fun to dissect what's happening here. Like I said before, it's unusual to see a unique concept like character like Eugene and his world in what appears to be a fun little indie game about turning into monsters with cassettes.

#eugene cassette beasts #cassette beasts #i think eugene might be from the future US too going by his accent and our history of protestant moral purity culture would add up #hope this was coherent i really am just rambling #i am most definitely projecting but mannnn. sometimes the characters just resonate w you

[averagewriter-inthedark]

My Wingman 💋| Joaquin Torres Marvel Headcanon

Link to my marvel Masterlist

Joaquin Torres crushing on an avenger would look like:

Just shortly before the Ultron drama, you were a young recruit to the avengers after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. Unbeknownst to the team—especially Natasha—you were a former Black Widow who escaped the red room during a mission and defected to the U.S. before Dreykov could track you. Because the Red Room was constantly moving, you were clueless to where it could have gone and for your protection Fury had your identity changed and record concealed from the rest of the organization. This of course had people wary and suspicious of you—considering you were exceptional in the field—but you kept a low profile and did whatever Fury asked of you. He promised to inform you if the Red Room every came on their radar and vowed to help you take it down when the time came.

Unfortunately that promise would not happen with the implementation of the Sokovia Accords. Fury was off the grid, and your teammates were at odds with one another. Though you verbally remained neutral and did not physically get involved when the fight in Germany occurred, behind the scenes you were supportive of Steve and became close with him and Sam. You finally went rogue at 17 when Natasha confronted you after she discovered your identity and the fact the Red Room was still active. “Fury knew didn’t he? This whole time—you both knew Dreykov was still out there!” “It’s more complicated than you think, Natasha. I was barely fourteen when I escaped and had no where else to go! Fury did what he had to protect me. We both have tried tracking the Red Room but have gotten no leads.” “Well I have one. So let’s go end this once and for all.”

Together you two took down Dreykov with the help of her adoptive family before ultimately meeting up with Steve to break the others out of the Raft. For two years you went on the run. Then in 2018 you all were called to battle against the Mad Titan, Thanos, where you lost half of the population when he succeeded in his mission. For five years you and Natasha remained at the compound, doing whatever you could to maintain the Avengers. And when the opportunity came to fix it all, you were left heartbroken at the loss of her and Tony.

Sam took you under his wing (pun intended) when you and the other former fugitives received pardons. Steve was gone, the Avengers were not so much an active organization anymore, and the Accords had been abolished. You pretty much became a government agent again—with your true identity now that Dreykov was long gone. Every agency wanted you; FBI, CIA, Homeland Security, OSI, the Secret Service, even the goddamn Marshals were calling you to be one of their operatives. “Have you decided whose badge you’ll wear yet?” “I’ve pretty much narrowed it down to either the CIA or OSI. Ross is with the CIA so that’s a plus, but with OSI I could work with you when you’re off with the Air Force. Honestly, Sam, I feel like just becoming a free lance so I can get a taste of everything.”

In the end, you did become a free lance agent under the code name ‘Red Widow,’ as not to be confused with Natasha since she was always known as THE Black Widow. You wore a similar suit she did, except yours was red and the hourglass on the belt was black. You enjoyed being a free lance agent where you got to be flexible with what you did. But boy was it fucking hell at times. One week you’re escorting the President, the next you’re investigating a potential threat to the country, and (like most times) you’re partnering with Sam when he finds himself in a pickle. It’s on one of those many adventures with Sam that you meet First Lieutenant Joaquin Torres.

After the threatening phone call from Karlie, Sam had called you and you immediately sent a team of agents to protect his sister & nephews before getting on a plane to Riga. It was not even a second after you landed that you received dozens of phone calls, emails, texts, and news notifications about what took place in the middle of a crowded area between John Walker and a member of the Flag Smashers. You pretty much hauled ass to the location when you finally got a hold of Sam—and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel satisfaction at being the one to cuff Walker and escort him to the SUV.

Finally you find your friends, running into Bucky on his way out where you two exchanged words on what he was about to do. “Need me to get in touch with Okoye for you?” “I’m already on it—don’t worry about me.” After saying goodbye you entered the doorway to see Sam and a young Air Force Officer chatting. “Hope I’m not interrupting.” “You’re right on time, Red.” Your voice had the officer, who had his back to you, spinning around to which he froze when y’all made eye contact. First thing you thought was, ‘Damn he’s a cutie.’

Joaquin was practically smitten upon first glance. There was a light blush to his cheeks when he unconsciously checked you as you strutted up to the pair in your eye catching Red Widow suit. When Sam introduced him, the man couldn’t even find his voice, “Uh-Uh hi. I-I’m Torres—Joa-Joaquin Torres.” Sam looked amused, as did you, “Nice to meet you, Joaquin. I’ve got many names, but you can call me Y/n or Red.” Your wink at the end pretty much sealed the deal, Joaquin thinking, ‘Oh yeah, I’m screwed.”

Anytime Sam called you after that Joaquin would silently looking forward to seeing you. He thought you were absolutely beautiful, funny, intelligent, and a complete badass. The first time he saw you in action the man was rendered speechless. Of course he knew who you were (after restoring the population, you and the remaining avengers were international heroes) so Joaquin was pretty much a fanboy (if you know you know 😉). Seeing you take down ten men twice your size in the flesh was something he literally bragged to his squadron about for days.

You were well aware of the little crush Joaquin had on you. And to be honest, you shared the feeling. The first time you saw him you thought he was adorable with his cute smile and blushing cheeks (not to mention he looked damn good in uniform). Anytime Sam called you up and Joaquin was there, you couldn’t pass on the opportunity to flirt with him. “Nice to see your pretty face again, Torres.” “I heard that Sam gave you his old wings…have you decided what to do with them? I could use a wingman now that Sam is off being Captain America and hardly needs me anymore.”

Something about you implying you’d want him as a wingman motivated Joaquin to finish fixing up the wings he had already started working on. It excited him to work with you from behind the scenes, but he was itching to get in the air/on the ground and be an asset alongside you. Sam could tell what his goal was, so the older man slowly took Joaquin under his wing like he did you to help prepare him for the superhero life.

When it finally came time for Joaquin to join in on the action, he became your eyes in the sky while you scouted the ground. The Air Force was pretty much your main employer (similar to Sam) but you still did work for other agencies. And since you and Joaquin worked so well together, it was no surprise you’d call him up for help. He was your wingman after all. Not too long after, you two were a team sought after by the many agencies you did free lance work for. “Damn that’s the third mission this month! Don’t you ever get tired of this sometimes?” “Everyday, but I gotta keep the bills paid, pretty boy.”

Your friendship was very flirtatious. People often thought you two were a thing and were surprised to find out they were wrong. You teased and bickered, gave little glances when the other wasn’t looking and complimented each other. His name in your phone was literally ‘pretty boy💋’ and yours was either ‘muñeca🧸’ (doll) or ‘hermosa🥰’ (beautiful). Each time y’all would call the other the pet names, you’d both blush. The crushes on each other definitely increased with each flirtatious remark.

“Damn girl, you know how to make an entrance.” “Wait don’t go yet, let me commit your face to memory in case I die out there.”

“Imma need you to focus, Torres. I know I’m exceptional to look at, but I don’t want that pretty face of yours getting hurt because you’re distracted.” “If you die out there, who’s gonna dance with me at next months officers ball?”

It would be a good time before Joaquin finally worked up the courage to ask you out. As much as he liked you, there was the fear it would ruin the friendship y’all had created. Joaquin admired you from afar and would brush aside his feelings when it came time to business, but at the end of the day there was no denying he wished for something more. At one point Sam even brought it up, wondering why he hadn’t made a move. “It’s complicated, Sam. She’s my wingman and I’d hate to lose her.” “Torres, I see the way she looks at you. Have you ever noticed she never flirts with anyone else when we go out. At banquets people hit on her, but her eyes are only on you. Trust me, she wants the same thing as you.”

Although Sam’s words made him confident, Joaquin was still anxious it wouldn’t work. So he continued to harbor his crush on you from behind the scenes. Finally you had enough and decided to take matters into your own hands after a mission. It had been nearly a year since y’all met and quite frankly your feelings for Joaquin were starting to become overwhelming. “Are we gonna dance around this forever, Torres? Or, am I gonna have to drag you to the bar to have a drink with me and kick this off once and for all?”

At his incredulous expression, you walked up with your hands coming to his collar to pulled him toward you. That finally had him snap out of his daze, face red by how flustered he was. But within his expression was joy and awe, “I-uh. Are you sure, y/n? I care about you so much a-and I know I’ve made my crush on you painfully obvious b-but I-I don’t wanna ruin what we have—.” “Joaquin, you’ll always be my wingman because I trust you more than anyone else on this planet. The fact you are blind to see I feel the same about is both shocking and adorable. I want you to be my wingman both on and off the field in a more personal manner. So what do you say?”

Let’s just say, the kiss you received was him a great answer.

#joaquin torres #Joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres headcanon #danny ramirez #the falcon and the winter soldier #fatws #the falcon #avenger!reader #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #avengers #avengers imagine #marvel headcanon #avengers headcanon #fluff #marvel fluff

[bruhmityblight]

Idk why I subject myself to this but Loki continuing the trend of painting radical change, or change at all, as evil/wrong as their company funds an actual genocide is so fucking sickening. Loki (who apparently forgot he was the god of mischief) spends the whole show shutting down calls for radical change to abolish the time feds/police force, that in universe has killed infinite numbers of innocent people, and instead insisting that the system can be reformed. Actually vomit inducing propoganda at play, especially with what they're doing right now as a company to support the ethnic cleansing and murders of 5000 and counting innocent people, most of whom are children.

This may be naive, but I don't think this is what marvel has to be. And I don't mean the mcu, I mean marvel as in these charecters that mean so much to so many people. Seeing spider man turned into a tool for copoganda, marvel movies propogandizing against freedom fighters, racial justice movements, workers rights and other progressive/leftist causes time and time again. This is what happens when corporations more powerful than governments take intellectual property that should be ours, should be free for anyone to write and draw and make whatever they wish with and say no, this is mine, and Ill take your queer gender fluid radical and turn them into a cishet federal agent. I'll turn your neighborhood hero fighting to protect the working class people in his city and make him protect a billionaires property and fortify the NYPD one of the most despicable organizations in human history.

That's not what ppl like with these charecters. That's what's being forced down our throat and I'm so fucking sick of something I care about so deeply being used to promote these horrible things.

#loki series #loki laufeyson #loki season 2 #lokius #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #spiderman #spiderman ps4 #peter parker #miles morales

[shummashum]

Klaus Goldstein Ch12 [11~14]

the inside is cleaner than I thought

so you're saying he does a lot of really shitty things behind, huh this group is fucking suspicious is it okay to have this group as a client? it's not an exaggeration that you could be kidnapped without even realizing it

his attitude is unspeakable but his ability is great? really? for real? I mean, why does someone who is considered exceptionally good at work leave work to students

Anyway, as Zeus and Al were wondering how to talk to that Thana guy…

what on earth is that artificial intelligence? GLaDOS?

oh... that means it's making a sound like dentures right now

well his words are remarkably short and it ticks me off but I understand, not showing even the slightest courtesy to others is one of the characteristics of boomer

Anyway Klaus reported the stolen items to Thana.

progress? of course there's no way something like that exists! all they did was lovey dovey stuff (laugh)

oh right at least a single progress exists

familiar? why tho

At that time, Thana called Zeus' name.

oh… right, that happened a long time ago well my liking for him is on a sharp upward curve again! this guy's chart is fucking roller coaster I felt he was a goddamn trolling artist in Ch7, but he feels like a very friendly and admirable type now it'd be great if he stayed like this

where did that guy who complained Klaus not to waste time go but I understand, words not align with actions is one of the characteristics of boomer besides I think there must be a reason…

fuck you asshole I think you're mistaken; they're students of the academy, not slaves or henchmen that you can use as you please right now the only person you can manage here is Klaus the academy isn't under the Ministry, so what right do you have to discuss their whereabouts? besides the Ministry has a bunch of employee, I saw lots of them earlier the Ministry pay and hire them, why didn't that bunch of idiots just use them

speaking of paying, are the Ministry going to pay our S6 comrades the right amount of compensation? or are they going to give them a bonus when they apply to the Ministry in the future? it's not the case, right? they were just planning on doing it for free in the name of fame, I can see well their intention

you guys are truly motherfuckers this is what you should be in charge of in the first place hah bunch of trash leeches who only sucking taxes must be abolished immediately after a government audit

and look, he cut the connection right after saying his words I get it, someone like this is considered "competent" within the Ministry the height of incompetence

Anyway, Zeus said that what Thana said bothered him as they left the office.

well since that guy is his boss, he feels like it's even more shitty yet that's a competent boss? this group is really a bunch of scum sighsigh

and he's slowly trying to start the engine but I won't stop him from trolling at the Ministry rather I want to encourage it

no it's you be honest with yourself. you think this workplace sucks, right? now you have an excuse to troll, so why throw it away? if it were me, I wouldn't miss this opportunity

honestly it's true that it's a reckless plan beyond measure, but I've decided not to care about that anymore anyway Hiro is gone now anyway the brakes are off now go Zeus!!! show everyone your troll power!!!

-Ch12 End-

#shumma plays wh

[fictionplumis]

I have opinions about Bill's (The Last of Us) political stances and I have nothing to do but make people suffer through my thoughts. 

But first like... Obligatory thing to say that these are my headcanons of the politics of a fictional character, they're no reflection of my personal political opinions and any phrasing that makes it seem like they are my personal opinions is just me dramatically impersonating what's going on in Bill's head. I'm just a little gremlin who likes to think about how the minds of fictional characters might work. And that this is more of a modern day thing because my memory is shit when it comes to dates and times and things that have happened, and I don't remember the political climate of anything more than three years back at a time, which is very sexy of me. 

So firstly, we know several things for a fact about Bill. He does not trust the government one fucking bit, he believes very, very strongly in his 2nd Amendment Rights, he has a Don't Tread On Me flag, he's a Survivalist, he's gay, and has refined tastes in music, wine, and food. To me, Bill is an interesting person with some seemingly contradictory traits and I firmly believe his political opinions are also an interesting mix of things. 

Some people have thrown around the word libertarian, and I vaguely know what that means politically, but not enough for me to be satisfied just going with that and I don't care enough right now to look it up, which is also very sexy of me. This is a stupid fandom post, I am not trying to make an informed decision about something or influence someone else to, therefore I don't have to do research about things if I don't want to. So if I just describe what the typical libertarian believes then. Okay. Whatever, I guess. Post cancelled. 

Anyway. 

Bill would see someone with a Don't Tread On Me flag and a Thin Blue Line flag and immediately consider them the dumbest dumbass to ever dumb, because the latter thing shows you don't understand the former. OBVIOUSLY the message of the Don't Tread On Me flag is meant specifically for people like the POLICE and the MILITARY and the GOVERNMENT. 

And some people might look at him and go, wait, you hate the military? But Bill, don't you love freedom? They're fighting for that!

To which Bill would probably be like, you're stupid if you think they're fighting for YOUR freedom. Who do you think those guys work for, dipshit? Not you! You're not giving them orders! What happens when Governor Jackass decides he's sick of people disagreeing with him so he mobilizes the National Guard to get everyone in line, huh? You think the National Guard is gonna care about YOUR freedom? No. 

Which is of course why he thinks everyone should have guns, because the government is run by Nazis. 

Now, this being modern with no apocalypse, which means no FEDRA, people will be like well, not quite that bad, Bill. 

And he's like, have you never researched World War II? Pearl Harbor? We had concentration camps! Arguably, we still have concentration camps! We just call them migrant detainment centers. And prison. 

So Bill, you're for immigration and abolishing prisons? 

No. Bill is not necessarily for or against these things, because these things are matters that hold no personal importance to him. It's not worth having an opinion on them. He is, however, very against anything that the government can use to just throw people that disagree with them into a cell. 

Well that would never happen, Bill! Only bad people go to jail. Only people entering the country illegally get put in detainment camps. 

Uh, no, actually. Again, Pearl Harbor, they rounded up anyone who so much as looked Japanese, who had done nothing wrong, and put them in camps. And that's all it takes! The second they have a reason to come after you, they will!

Which is of course why he thinks everyone should have guns.

But Bill, what about all the school shootings and gun violence?

If more people had guns, people wouldn't be stupid with guns, because they know someone would fucking shoot them. Yes, also, teachers should have guns. Duh. 

Now I think meeting Frank would kind of slide his opinion on that a little bit, but it would be later in their relationship and it would be in that weird way where he knows he doesn't believe what he did before, but he doesn't know what the proper solution would be because it's obviously not stricter gun control. But at the beginning, if Frank asks him, "Okay, so you believe teachers should have guns, and grocery store people, and mothers, in case those people ever have to shoot someone. And me? You think I should have a gun in case I ever need to shoot someone?" Bill would say yes, of course, it's a matter of safety. 

But later. 

Later, if asked that same question, his knee-jerk answer is interrupted by the mental image of Frank watering flowers, and painting, and smiling, and laughing, and touching so gently, so kindly... And him having to point a gun at someone and pull the trigger. Which is an immediate no from him. Frank should never have to do that. And that's kind of where he suddenly, viscerally understands that the argument for not giving teachers a gun is about protecting them in an entirely different way. It's about wanting to make sure people who thrive on gentleness never have to be put in that kind of situation. And from then on, he doesn't know. He doesn't know because he firmly believes the answer is not to take guns away from people, but now he also believes it's not a good idea to arm everyone, and it's DEFINITELY not any kind of police presence, but then how do you make sure people like Frank are physically safe, and emotionally safe? 

The best answer he has is that physical safety comes first, so, reluctantly, yes, arm everyone. But he's no longer satisfied with that answer so it comes with a whole spiel about, "But other people's safety isn't my concern, so that's something each person should decide for themselves. I'm just going to be here and make sure MY personal ray of sunshine never has to worry about that so don't fucking test me."

Now of course we all know what kind of people usually have those Don't Tread On Me flags and a hard stance on the 2nd Amendment, so where does Bill stand on racism? 

And that's kind of like the immigration and prison abolishment deal. He has no hard and fast opinion of that. Is the government probably inherently racist? Yeah, that tracks. Is life easier for him because he's white? No, that's stupid. Does white privilege exist? No, that's stupid. So you don't believe in the Black Lives Matter movement? And that's where he would shrug and say that he doesn't have an opinion on it, he's not black, he doesn't know shit about what black people experience every day. But enough of them seem to think that there's something they need to push back against, and he very much supports the right to do that, it's not going to turn into reverse racism, because that's also stupid. It's not like they're pushing back against him specifically because he's not doing shit to them. 

The right to protest is an important right to him. Made even more important because cops show up in full riot gear to them, which means the government is scared, and the government should be scared. 

Oh, the people bemoan, but Bill! The the police are there because the protests will turn into riots and looting otherwise!

Yeah, well. If the government listened in the first place, they wouldn't. But Bill would damn well resort to violence too if he felt he had to, and half the time those riots and looting are started by COPS, and also, if all the store owners had guns, there wouldn't be any rioting or looting!

Welfare stuff? 

He doesn't need it, but hey, he might one day, so he had a vague opinion about it. And that vague opinion is that the government is supposed to help people but they don't because they're all Nazis and not helping people keeps them in power. This is why everyone--

--SHOULD HAVE GUNS, WE KNOW BILL. 

--Should learn how to be self-reliant at all costs and not hesitate to break those stupid ass laws about not growing or hunting your own food, because in the end no one can help you but yourself, also yeah, everyone should have guns. 

Basically. Basically. This is a man who hates the government and believes in defending his own so much that it almost wraps around and becomes a weird kind of liberalism. Like, every person for themselves means that every person has the right to do whatever they feel they need to in order to keep themselves and their own safe, just like he does. It's not "go around and shoot everyone" but it's "if someone goes for you or yours, shoot them". And it's fine, because he doesn't plan on going after anyone, so it won't hurt him if everyone is allowed to do that. If someone takes it too far like people sometimes do, he will shoot them, easy peasy. 

Also also. Yes, Bush did 9/11, no the government is not secretly aliens or living off baby blood or whatever, and that Q Anon conspiracy stuff isn't trustworthy, I'm not going to trust shit from some random jackass on the internet who plays favorites with politicians.

And I can just see when Frank and Bill in this hypothetical modern AU get around to talking about political opinions, and Frank experiences the emotional whiplash of, "Immigration detention centers and prisons are bad," followed closely by, "Teachers having guns would end gun violence in schools," followed by, "Cops shoot innocent people and I don't trust them," followed by, "The government has no right to issue mask mandates for Covid and by doing so they're only further proving my point that they're all Nazis," followed by, "But I'm wearing a fucking mask regardless because the only negative side of it is doing what the government says and all the people who have made up reasons for not wearing one have obviously never worn a military grade gas mask for 8 hours straight while working with incredibly toxic chemicals. Your stupid cotton mask won't give you brain damage, Sharon, and neither will an N95, but I'll be damned if I'm going to catch whatever kind of stupid you have just to spite our dumbass government."

Frank sitting there like, "Okay. So all the things you said that pissed me off are balanced by all the things you said that I wholeheartedly support, so... I guess that means I'm neutral about your political opinions? Alright, good talk. I think?"

#the last of us #tlou bill #bill tlou #out of everything ive posted this is the one im most worried about #its stupid fandom shit about fictional characters #for the love of god treat it with the weight it deserves #which is like...... nonee

[princess-of-the-corner]

looking at that s5 script and now im wondering like, you think the neighboring cities/countries/etc are hearing about what's basically an impossible city revitalization act and also abolishing schools?? and are just like "what the hell is happening in Paris"

YEAH LIKE

What the FUCK is all that???

None of that could be implimented that quickly. Not just physically but do you have ANY IDEA how drawn out political shit is??? It's not like the Mayor says 'jump' and everyone asks 'how high?'!! There are other government officials in all departments of the city. There's politicians who will lobby against those changes because hey they're asshole politicians. There's government officals higher up than the mayor becuase that's just Mayor of Paris, there's literally fuckin French President or whatever and so many people in between and even the president can't do all that shit.

I NEVER want to hear someone complain about 'uwu there's no way Andre had the authority to fire Roger in 'rogercop' he's just the mayor!' ever fucking again

#ml leaks

[a-rebellious-waffle]

how the fuck are you a trans woman AND a bootlickee

I am certainly a trans woman, but I am not a bootlicker. I'll tell you why, too: because you don't understand what I'm advocating for.

I am advocating for the reformation of policing as an institution from a group of men on power trips in blue uniforms to a group of publically-accountable persons who serve the interests and good of the public.

I am NOT saying that the police are perfect as they are, and indeed I'm not even saying that any iteration of policing will ever be perfect. If I was, that would be bootlicking.

You see, here's my view. What I hear when I hear the phrase "abolish the police" is "destroy the institution of policing". This would mean, obviously, not having cops on the streets anymore.

Well, there are issues with that. For one: Human beings can be really terrible people. We will cheat, lie, murder, kidnap, torture, on and on and on, just to be dicks. Look at what has happened *every single time* someone has been above the law for proof of that. Is that depressing? Yeah. But it's also a pretty realistic view, if a tad bit pessimistic.

So, obviously, there need to be things like laws to enforce what you can and can't do, and laws need to have punishments for when you violate them. These punishments need to be proportional, thought-out, and enforceable.

That last one can be tricky. People don't like being punished, but if you do a crime, well, you're a criminal, and criminals have broken the law and breaking the law means you're punished somehow. So, who's going to get the guy or gal who broke the law off the streets and into the courtroom for trial?

I look to London's history of policing for an example. You see, post-Revolutionary War, England experienced a crime wave as the central government wasn't able to pay all of these newly-jobless soldiers their pensions. The American Colonies, who would normally shoulder the tax burden, obviously weren't paying anymore, so taxes were increased in the Isles and this led to people becoming criminals. However, London didn't have a police force; they worked off of a mix of three things.

1) The medieval "hue and cry" system, where citizens were expected to drop everything at the sight of a crime and stop it. Well, here's a problem; what if the criminal is armed? That's dangerous, and many people (perhaps rightly) assumed that trying to stop a mugging wasn't worth risking their own life.

2) Elderly parishes who kept watch for crime. This was... ineffective, as they lacked real power; a criminal could just skip town and head next door, and a parish could do nothing.

3) The "Thief Takers", who were bounty hunters. They were organized under a man called Jonathan White (if I recall correctly, I tend to misremember his name as Jonathan Locke. Idk why.) who was playing both sides. Let's say you were mugged for your wallet. You'd go to the Old Bailey, where White had his HQ. You'd describe your issue, he'd find your stuff, negotiate a price to release your stuff, and then you'd pay and get your stuff. Except... White owned the thief that stole your wallet, and he paid a cut of what the ransom was to the thief and kept a modest fee for himself. He would also imprison rival "business workers" (read: thieves, highwaymen, gangers, sex workers, etc.) and net himself a hefty fee for doing so.

So, you have a medieval system that doesn't work, a second system that doesn't work, and a third system that is actually working in the opposite direction. What do?

Well, there's a series on this. "Policing London" by Extra History on YouTube delves into it in detail, and I highly encourage you to watch the series as it is FASCINATING. But, to keep things short, here's what you do.

Establish a force of uniformed police, who are paid by pension/salary instead of by bounty, who are paid for by the public (through taxes) so they can't be beholden to private interests. Make them visible, to deter crime (this is called preventative policing). Make them accountable, so the public will trust them (this is actually why badge numbers were worn in visible positions). Don't equip them with guns, as that would make them too much like the military (something that Britain was afraid of, as the French police were a branch of the military and also heavily involved in politics--specifically, involved in silencing dissenting voices). Also don't dress them like the military; instead of the Redcoats of the British Army with their tricorn hats, give them blue garb with tophats. (This would later change to an actual helmet for protection purposes, but hasn't yet become a ballistic helmet.) Make them apolitical, make them civilian, make them trustworthy, apply the Nine Principles of Policing, and above all, protect and serve the people.

And funnily enough, this worked! It worked very well. So, people started copying. And, unfortunately, Americans stated innovating. Americans militarized the police, made them political, made them untrustworthy, made them not serve the public good, made them not protect and serve the people. This is precisely why we need deep, fundamental police reform in the United States. I'd be a fool to say we didn't, because we do. We need extensive reform in the US (and not just in policing; criminal justice, incarceration, excessive punishments, etc. etc. etc. all need overhaul, but that's beyond the scope of what I'm talking about and also not something I'm well researched on). But I don't believe we should abolish the police, because that would do more harm than good. I reiterate, though: WE NEED POLICE REFORM AT EVERY LEVEL IN THE UNITED STATES. EVERY SINGLE ONE.

I hope this clarifies my position, and I certainly hope you can understand why I take issue with being called a bootlicker; after all, is it bootlicking to believe that the police could be a force of good, but need to be extensively reformed in order for that to happen because at present, they aren't?

#police #policing #please read this entire thing btw because most of the questions/insults I get are covered by this #i do honestly believe that police could be a force of good for the people #but I also honestly believe that the US needs to make so many reforms to policing before that's possible #a second thing: please do not say 'abolish the police' if you actually mean 'reform the police fundamentally' #it confuses your potential allies and galvanizes your opposition #really wish this didn't have to be a pinned post but here we are

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Only the Dutch government can fuck up an apology.

Let me explain;

The past few years the call for an official government apology for the Dutch role in slavery/the slave trade in the Netherlands has increased - especially after the king apologised for the Dutch occupation and colonisation of Indonesia during an official visit in 2020.

And racism as a whole has become a more 'important' issue in Dutch society - or rather, people pointing it out have become more vocal.

The mayors of the cities of Rotterdam and Amsterdam have officially apologised for their roles in the slave trade/colonial history, so had the Dutch National Bank, but the government as a whole never did.

UNTIL TODAY.

Probably. Maybe?

There's been talk about it for years and there's been an official inquiry to see if an apology was indeed wanted (spoiler alert - it was then and still is now) and the prime minister said (when pressured by journalists) that if it was going to happen, it would happen at a "significant moment".

Like maybe July 1st 2023, Keti koti, Emancipation Day and the 150th anniversary of day slavery was abolished in the Netherlands in 1873.

But about a month ago (November 25th) a date suddenly leaked on which the government would officially apologise for the Dutch slave trade. That day is today - December 19th. A COMPLETELY RANDOM AND INSIGNIFICANT DATE.

A lot of governments of former Dutch colonies (Suriname, Aruba, the former Netherlands Antilles) were surprised - to say the least. A lot of organisations fighting for recognition of the Dutch slave trade have been pushing for the date of the apology to be changed to July 1st 2023 and for the person to deliver the apology to be the king.

Cue weeks of speculation about what was going to happen, if the apologies would be accepted or not, who was going to do it, if there would be just an apology or (promise of) reparation payments too.

Fast forward to today December 19th 2022, 3PM, National Archives, The Hague. Dutch PM Mark Rutte just held a speech where he officially apologised on behalf of the Dutch government then and now (and every government in between) for their role in the Dutch slave trade as the start of a "year of remembrance".

It's a historic moment (one well overdue) and an important one but very much overshadowed by the will they/won't they shitshow that has been the past few weeks.

And that's basically the way the Dutch government does anything and everything...

#The Netherlands #slavery #history #Dutch history #nederland

[gameside]

Why the hell did they think I was a troll?? Was that a democrat or republican, Because I can't tell but it could very well be either because both sides have some crazy fucking people. I don't even think what I want is that insane, But then again I haven't posted here since my mother finally stopped basically feeding me 24/7 insane propaganda like 'snake people' and shit.

I'm not even against abortion 100%, I just don't think the procedure should be a fucking thing outside of medical reasons!!! Medical reasons being the mother would die from the birth and a pill wouldn't take care of it. Abortion pills work for 15 weeks, AKA 3.5 fucking months!! Thats enough, Isn't it?? I can understand case by case using the procedure if pills aren't working, But gosh!

I'm not giving cops money and cheering them on in the streets, But I'm also not gonna tell them to fucking die!! Saying all cops are bad because there are a few that's corrupted is crazy! I've had cops save my life, I've had them traumatize me as well. Yes, Some are absolutely fucking insane and not ready to be a cop! We don't need to abolish police, (though I would REALLY prefer the alternative of ELECTING A SHERRIF and letting them have a DEPUTY and that be it, The Deputy giving others training to be public servant ect ect or whatever happens with deputies) We just need to give all police officers the same training military gets so they don't accidentally shoot, So they're ready for situations that would require being calm even if they're at gunpoint!! Give them a fucking mental evaluation!!

And don't get me fucking STARTED on school shootings. It could ALL be PREVENTED by giving teachers guns inside of a safe, In every classroom. Mental evaluations every WEEK for the teachers. School shootings are so common now, But when my dad was a kid they had shit like archery practice and he told me that in his entire time there no accidents happened!!! It got banned after some parents complained it 'could be dangerous.' Schools need way more fucking funding and put TRUSTED people as teachers. We need to give our schools the help we can since the fucking government isnt.

And I'm gay, You all know my fucking stance on that. I think being trans is a REAL thing that happens! I think some people would GENUINELY be happier as the other gender, But I think letting children, Who're EASILY INFLUENCED by EVERYTHING!!! I thought I was a fucking zombie because I loved zombie movies!! If I could've chosen I would've LOVED to be PERMANENTLY DISFIGURED to LOOK LIKE A ZOMBIE!! And I would've fucking regretted it later. My entire life I've gone by so many different names. 'Zack' in kindergarten through 2nd grade, And then in 3rd I tried to get everyone to call me 'Rose' And then, In 7th grade, For a while, I used my real name. Then in 9th I told people I was trans and to call me Mark. It's since been changed again, But I don't wanna give out my age, Grade or new name people could identify me irl with. I am biologically a woman (and don't plan on changing that, I just like guy names) and so many times in the past I would have JUMPED at the chance to do hormone therapy, WHICH MULTIPLE PEOPLE WHO'VE GONE ON SAY IS NOT REVERSABLE LIKE THEY SAY, Or to completely transition. The reason so many trans people kill themselves isn't from bullying, It's because so many people make a mistake and rush to cut it off or stitch it on and then realize they'll never be the same, Or they realize that it hurts horribly every day and theres no going back to how they used to be, Or they realize they weren't trans in the first place. Some people just like people someone else online, Being different characters, Or like being boys online and a girl in real life. That isn't them being trans, Its just liking a persona. I probably worded this one weirdly I'll just take asks about it and clarify anything that may have came off wrong

I am autistic and have ADHD, BPD and possibly schizophrenia, So I'm not ableist.

My older sister, Whom I grew up with and love dearly, Is black. I do not find my race superior to any others, So I'm not a racist.

My dad is the most important person in my life, And I want to be just like him, No daddy issues.

Mommy issues though, You got me there haha

I don't hate men, In fact so many times here I've stuck up for them. Equal rights, Equal fights. Equal rights ALSO means whatever a WOMAN does, It's okay for a MAN to do. Single fathers shouldnt get suspicious or dirty looks just for fucking existing with their child.

I don't hate women, I love women (literally I'm a lesbian). I think equal pay is fair if both genders are doing the same amount of work, So like. Basically I think more jobs should be 'You get paid per amount of work' and not 'fuck you guys even if he sleeps all day and does none of the work we pay him twice as much because he's been here long >:('

I have bitches, Usually a new one every week honestly (I start relationships fast, I'm 'pretty' for societies standards so it's easy to get more girls), But I'm settling down for now and I'm actually happy

I don't know why I'm still writing literally nobody asked okay bye

[kindtobechurlish]

I see kikes and I engage them, and because a Kike is polite I’m to like them? I don’t like how Kikes celebrate Hanukkah and the typical white doesn’t know the first thing about it - as kikes are all in your church calling themselves Christian - but if you say marry Christmas to a Kike who is orthodox they know the story and say it back. “Marry Christmas.” JUDEO-CHRISTIAN VALUES. Fuck that white man, and fuck that Kike. Why can I not see the proviso according to negro, and do something? Why must a woman be before me, and when the woman is before me it forces me to get with a woman not my race? Why can’t I have my senablement, and get the cream of the crop according to my race - and I engage the one state solution? Money talks, and in the fact I don’t want to be around that negro who doesn’t care about history. All I need from that cracker is a nod, and it isn’t I’m right but rather it’s the enablement of opium. Because people are oppressors, they deny equality, and they put some woman before me - therefore I call on my God to curse them. Consider my actions, oh God, how I have served you, how I sought your wisdom just to love correction. Look how they treat me, just to walk with a false pretense - with nerve to act like crucifixion is wicked.

Equal is having the ability or resources to meet a challenge. Fredrick Douglass made negroes equal as a spokesperson, he heard the “cornerstone speech” of Alexander H Stephens, and was a voice.. he mocked his former slave master, and called Blacks to pick up arms. In his call, by the end of the civil war there were just as many blacks in the union army as there were whites in the confederacy. Alexander H. Stephens denied the said content of the cornerstone speech, just to make things about tariff and the centralized government needing not to intervene with states rights. The “lost cause” was about making the succession of Confederate States bigger than slavery. Now, you see a cornerstone that was not built upon, the abolishment of slavery came, and I’m here speaking to you. I would have my God, the God of Jeshurun, and proof in the pudding is the black spending power just to own nothing. Fact? “But Black homeownership, at 43.4%, remains lower than it was a decade ago. And it is nearly 30 percentage points behind the White homeownership rate of 72.1%.”

What does 30 percent expose? “African Americans, despite making up 13 percent of the population, own less than 1 percent of rural land in the country. The combined value of this land: $ 14 billion. White Americans, by comparison, own more than 98 percent of U.S. land amounting to 856 million acres with a total worth of over $1 trillion.” 2016, inequality dot org.

You see the fact, and you see why they oppress me. I talk about equality, and they are drifting assholed who don’t want “the people”, or in other sayings, “the colored population”, to know about me. A devout person, EVEN IF HE IS NOT VERY INTELLIGENT, is better off than the cleverest of sinners. You don’t want me to use the cornerstone of the confederacy, hear it, and I use it by showing science of Sirach. You see people who legit are not equal, they need a spokesperson to show they have the ability or resources to meet a challenge, and I did everything to apply the science of Old Bed and get the resources. In fear would people worship the God of Jeshurun, and I can make it happen because blacks own 1% of the rural land and their homeownership is behind the white race by 30%! That’s not equality! I did the necessary so I can make equality in one state as the premise of back to Africa is, and you see I’m oppressed. Fuck these “leaders” and representatives.” When I heard of Putin falling down his steps and he soiled himself, I didn’t laugh or celebrate.. lord, continue ABUSE!

[mxbitters]

i just wish i could write some sort of high fantasy story that’s like based around  identity, particularly queer and racial identity, and also my hatred for colonizers but unfortunately i am Really Bad At Fiction,, also idk if it’d be considered high fantasy but regardless.. i.  i like my idea a lot..

#it's about these two boys who were like in a crew of bandits and were inseperable #one of them is indigenous (like..elf-ish idk how to make new things) and the other is whatever the equivalent of white in this world is #and like they kinda grow up together and at one point they're like really cute and like having big philosophical spiritual conversations #and like the former is in love with the latter and the latter.. idk let's say internalized homophobia #and anyway aforementioned white boy finds out he's the Long Lost Descendant Of A King whoop-de-doo #and so like he's told to go do it because he deserves to live a good life and the character i Relate To Too Much eventually leaves the bandi #bandits* because he doesn't want that to get in the way of their relationships. but something leads to something else and then like #the new king decides to seize the land they had lived on for millennia including sacred land and that's the last straw obviously #and so the character i am Projecting Onto re-enters this group and basically gets a fuck ton of pissed off people and monsters on his side #and like meanwhile the king's been going through some care bear movie style what the fuck am i doing development #and so like they push these assholes off their sacred land and then he realizes that lo and behold the government's shit and he like #he kills the old white guys or something (theyre probably sorcerers.. getting their power by sucking the life out of innocent people) #and maybe....... OOH maybe AHHHHHH by killing the old white sorcerer assholes the life goes back to the innocent people #and the final boss or something is the hardest battle of all probably bc he also has to fight his former friend/lover (catradora vibe ???) #bc he's used as a shield or something i dunno.. anyway once he kills the strangely mitch mcconnell looking asshole his bfs life comes back #and he's like what the fuck happened and then like they abolish the government and they all live in happy anarchy <3 #damn i came up with that whole last half just now.. #maybe i can write this but it won't be good lmao.. #hmm. can everybody tell i'm queer and lakota because yeah.. #this worldbuilding is gonna be a lot.. wait my friend's a dm maybe they can help if they don't mind.. AHHHHHH #wild. WILD #ideally a comic would be cool but i can't draw many angles..huh

[oopsoulmates]

.

#i was in a good mood and then i checked what’s happening in my country #this kaja video woman that is responsible for coming up with an abortion ban #is introducing another great idea of banning pride marches #like????? can some un people do something and get rid of her and her friends? #we might get the news of a national quarantine on wednesday #it’s also an independence day on wednesday #which means there will be nationalists marching and behaving like animals #the police says they don’t want to protect the march which is like a thing they do with every organized march in poland #and they say they’d rather protect the women not the natzis #which is great tho there is no need to protect them really since thay are the only threat anyway #fucking kaczynski told the police to use force against the (not only) women protesting against the abortion ban #they refused of course #so kaczynski is firing the head of the police #this is all a mess #at this point the best thing for us would be the army standing up for the nation and abolish the government #it’s like the only legal and quick way for change #or someone controlling the simulation please feel free to delete this country #oh one other thing until i get a tag limit was germany offering us help with covid bc were obviously in deep shit #and what did our president say? he said no thank you but if you (germany) need anything we can help you too? #like brooo shut up what is there that you could possibly offer germany beside making instructional videos on how not to run a country #all this might not even make sense and believe me it really doesn’t #fuck #like how much worse can they get before it has to start getting better #okay i’m sorry for this rant please ignore

[wistfulrat]

a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[ for my fellow fledgling drarry stans bc im also very new here! like tbh i think the last fic i read pre-pandemic was a 1D ziam series back in 2013?? lmao god. but alas, after reading HP fanfic for the first time during lockdown & subsequently 300+ drarry fics since then, it is time. it’s time to be embarrassing about it online via lengthy rec lists. and if you end up loving any of these fics? follow the authors, leave kudos & comments on their work, send them nice msgs bc they do all this shit for free & that’s wild ]

part 1: thrillers

mood: for when i need something exciting, haunting, immersive, fast-paced

includes: case fics, mystery fics, plotty adventures!! expansive world-building, time warps, magical theory, wizarding politics!! the thrill of a chase!!! you’ll get your drama & spicy sex but mostly it’s the unravelling that hooks you. because for these?? you’re here for the ride, bitch.

Shibboleths by @lol-zeitgeistic​​ - 100k - E Douglas Adams sci-fi fantasy rom-com wet dream. i'm mad about how good it is. the boys are hogwarts professors and something Scary Big is happening in the magical world and the Dursleys are here?? i audibly gasped, i laughed, i remained on the edge of my fucking seat the whole time

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by @waspabi​​ - 93k - T canon divergence excellence!! jkr*wling is punching the air rn. harry doesn’t learn he’s a wizard till he’s 17 and he’s Miffed. voldy is ruining everything, the Order is underground. hermione’s got her own band of rebel teens. also draco’s here and he's very gay for harry and very mad about it. road trips, tent sleeping, hijinks, guerilla warfare, seizing the press, feisty kids out to fuck ur shit uP while flirting a little. this is honestly an all-time fave.

If an Injury Is to Be Inflicted by @shealwaysreads​​ - 45k - E ANARCHIST DRARRY IS GOD TIER and the pacing here is relentless. it’s a post-war hellscape and harry’s missing and draco is scheming. it’s violent, it’s sexy, it’s tightly written, it’s got observations on the cost of survival and revolution, it’s brilliant.

Azoth by @lol-zeitgeistic​ - 88k - E 8th year magical theory time and the boys are Ambitious in a hot-mad-scientist kind of way. harry is a late-bloomer Swot and has a heart-boner for genius!draco and draco tries not to have a gay panic about it?? there’s animagi, alchemy, poetic theories of change!! & lots of bird metaphors. immaculate

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by @letteredlettered​​ - 54k - E a spy and his handler ohmygoD I'm a hoe for missions of the impossible sort and secret identities!! & the unravelling of said identities!! the need to be seen at war with the need to escape. draco & harry as equals, evenly-matched and whip-smart and terrifying on the battlefield?? incredible

Who We Are in The Shadows by @quicksilvermaid​ - 100k - E an ex-auror. an elusive investigator. boys Gone Rouge. it’s very hot of them in a magical-bourne-identity kind of way. powerful werewolf harry + intelligent draco + outmaneuvering bad guys outside the law?? there’s a reason you’ve seen this specific creature fic in every drarry list bc IT’S FUCKING EXCELLENT IS WHAT IT IS

Turn From Stone by @harryromper​ - 45k - M post-war hogwarts castle-magic turned malevolent as shit and it might be lost forever except!! hermione’s going to save the day and her plan’s seedy as hell but the DA gang + draco are all here. an adventure fic feat. the black lake but even more ominous, haunted common rooms, libraries of death, flying daggers, deception, ancient spells, drarry fighting for their lives but in a hot way.

The Art of Shadow Boxing by @tommylane​ - 178k - E draco’s a professional fighter in Thailand and oh shit harry’s here but he hasn't seen harry in 7years?? and what the fuCK happened during their AU horcrux adventures with the trio that made draco disappear to Thailand?? something is amiss. mafia moms, wrestling sexily, so much pining, flashbacks, pentagrams. draco needs a hug.

The Fall of the Veils by @letteredlettered​​ - 60k - M "muggles find out about wizards, wars are fought, apparition is abolished, political conspiracies abound, draco is asexual, and harry has legilimency sex with him” -- IS THAT SUMMARY NOT FUCKING WILD I WAS HOOKED. the scale of this fic is breathtaking and makes you appreciate the labor of world-building in genre fics bc the political and moral complexities of this fic, bitch??? lives rent free in my head

REVOLVELOVER by @firethesound​ @lol-zeitgeistic​​ - 46k - E hit-wizard harry and anti-government extremist draco!! ethics, political corruption, car chases, subterfuge. and god the mood of this fic. the characterization! weaponized-stoic-hurting harry. obsessive-anarchist-yearning draco. carnal, us-against-the-world kind of love. hmm I would simply die for thEM.

Like Clockwork by agentmoppet - 40k - E curse-breaker draco and unspeakable harry!! they’re both hoes for puzzles. harry has a Secret and broods a lot. draco is pissy about it. they’re both too clever for their own good. featuring mysterious objects with a side of trust issues and wanting to murder your crush.

Burn the Curtains and the Wine by @nerdherderette​​ - 24k - E mr. and mrs. smith but it’s harry and draco and it’s exactly as hot and exciting as it sounds. the secret lives of married assassins feat. car explosions, sexily dueling in the desert, draco wielding muggle weapons!

In The Hand by aideomai - 28k - T HELL YEA DRARRY MULTIVERSE BITCHES LOVE THE DRARRY MULTIVERSE. harry’s been missing for months and now we’re dabbling in other dimensions, messing with time travel, racing against the clock, meeting every version of drarry you’ve ever read about. fics within a fic!! god I love it I would read anything aideomai writes tbh, they invented thrill and they do it with less than 30k words?? the talent

Crossing Lines by ren @alcoholicrevo - 48k - E smuggle rings, undercover investigations, draco being hot, harry being flustered by draco being hot -- all of this taking place on a swank train with themed sections and everything. it’s magical murder on the orient express time, bitch!!

Tales from the Special Branch by @femmequixotic​​ - 1.2m - E a 5-part, multiple pov, behemoth of an auror-fic series worthy of its hype bc you know what? it truly Has It All - murders, drama, sex, treason, spooky magical shit, political conflict, drama-ridden relationships, a truly complex & full-bodied cast featuring the Hot Slytherins. jkr*wling fucking WISHES she had the range

[part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

#drarry fic rec #drarry fic rec list #drarry #remember reading your first drarry fic and being like hmmm what's this about #oh #time to scream #and then one day your shitty safari app has like 367 ao3 bookmarks #its repressed 20 somethings returning to fandom mid-pandemic o'clock sweeties #let's ignore the drarry notes app poster bc lmao just imagine my stubby fingers trying to write legibly #a mESS

[thesmpisonfire]

C!Ranboo and his hypocrisy

- This is just about his character, cc!Ranboo is an angel and doing a great job building this stupid half-enderman boy <3 -

- p.s.: This has some stings towards c!Phil and c!Techno but not enough to be tagged as critical, so be warned -

So, we need to talk about Ranboo and his stance on sides.

Is he right about the need to abolish sides? Yes, he is so fucking right

Does he know the right way to explain it to the other people? No

Does he, Ranboo himself, have the moral backbone to follow his own philosophy? No. In so many ways, no. 

The problem is: Ranboo can’t do it. He says he has no sides but he is clearly taking one. He doesn’t forgive Niki and Fundy, but then he goes and makes mental stunts in order to explain Philza and Techno’s behavior about a topic neither of those 3 have the rights to speak about.

The only ones that had the right to decide the fate of L’manberg were Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy, Niki, Jack Manifold, and, to a certain extent, Eret and Quackity. They fought for it, they lived there. Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy were there since the beginning, Niki and Jack lived there since it got its independence, Eret miss the old times and want to redeem themself, Quackity saw L’manburg at a terrible time but still understood its value and fought for his newfound home. Techno ignored the sentimental value and only saw it as a corrupted government, Philza (I am using what he said at Doomsday, so don’t come after me saying I’m wrong) only saw L’manberg as the place that took his son’s life (a so fucking wrong take but this is not the topic)...

Then, we have Ranboo.

Ranboo was  received by the L’manberg people with open arms, he befriended almost everyone there immediately, he saw that place as home. If needed, he would have fought in L’manberg side during that time.

Yes, I said side, bc it was there where his friends were.

Tommy then got exiled, and Ranboo started to share his time between L’manberg and Logstedshire. It wasn’t a problem at first, because everyone wanted to bring Tommy back, but it got worse after Techno’s Execution. Tommy went to live with Techno, the Enemy, and, since Ranboo was Tommy’s friend and Techno also was Tommy’s friend, Ranboo helped them.

This is where things got shaky. This is where he started to panic. THIS was the moment he started to say “people over sides”, because he had betrayed L’manberg. He didn’t need to panic about this before he became a ‘traitor’, but he was worried now, he knew the mess he made at the moment his diary was gone. He starts to blackout more often after this day too, after the day they threatened Dream.

Ranboo said “Friends before sides” that day, but he didn’t stick to this until the end.

Techno and Phil were his friends, but mostly because of Tommy and because one favor Phil did to him. Niki, Fundy, Tubbo…. They all were high up and, by his morals, THEY should be first. Ranboo should have looked OVER sides and only at his friends. But Ranboo did exactly what he said it was wrong, he only saw sides.

When Tommy was accused, after the Community House explosion and after Tommy’s speech, it was supposed to Ranboo, the guy who covered Tommy until the end, would stand and defend Tommy, because it was his FRIEND, but no. Ranboo argued about people preparing for a war that was certain to happen. He goes and says that taking sides is wrong and Tommy and Tubbo shouldn’t be making a side for war, meanwhile Tubbo saw over Ranboo’s treason, he only looked at his friendship, and defended him from Quackity. Tubbo saw Ranboo as a friend, Ranboo saw Tubbo as a side.

His speech makes something break inside Niki and Fundy, and they take it at heart. No sides, only people. No L’manberg, only the people that took care of you. Niki and Fundy team up briefly, Eret joining them for a while. The three that were always together beyond treasons and countries. No sides, only friends. Quackity was about to leave before reading Ranboo’s diary and seeing what really mattered was the feeling that L’manberg and its people made Quackty had. He goes back to help Tommy and Tubbo, his friends. People over sides.

Right before Doomsday, Niki goes to Ranboo and talks to him. She says she will do whatever Ranboo does, because she trusts him. She puts Ranboo over L’manberg. Ranboo says she would fight for L’manberg, because that was what Ranboo said he would do but, when it happened, Ranboo did nothing, so she also stayed and watched. Niki burns L’mantree because she has the right to. She burnt down the last piece of her land and she mourns it. She doesn’t let it blow up by Dream, she does it just like a funeral, because she knows L’manburg was gone, and the girl that loved it the most was the one with the right to burn it. Ranboo would never understand this because he never saw L’manberg at its peak and never had the time to see it peak again. Ranboo doesn’t know how it was to Niki, how it was to be hopeful and full of love, to feel pride and then see it all crash and burn, to see the place you called home die, to mourn over and over. She is trying to heal but she doesn’t know to. She burns the tree and explodes her bakery trying to cut the ties because she doesn’t want it to hurt anymore, not because she is taking a side.

Fundy and Ranboo are certainly a topic we all talked over and over, and we all know that Fundy is spiraling and needing help. He chooses Ranboo over sides again and again, but Ranboo only sees it as him trying to make another side. Fundy just doesn’t wanna feel alone anymore. He lost it and snapped due to it, and Ranboo knows it. Ranboo said it himself that Fundy is passing through something but he is scared of what Fundy has become after being so hurt, and still he does nothing. Ranboo has the right to be scared, but, as someone who said people were the most important thing, he isn’t seeing them as people anymore.

Phil and Techno destroyed everything, and after it they were kind to Ranboo. Ranboo, who said hours prior that the most important thing was his friends, left them all behind for a thing he saw as not a side because Techno and Phil were loyal only to each other. He saw it as them doesn’t making a side and staying out of it. But Techno and Phil always were a side, and Ranboo chose them. Because of this, he excuses everything they did, Ranboo doesn’t want to see himself as the wrong one. Ranboo even changes his morals and stances, before Doomsday he said L’manberg deserved to be fought for, after being housed by Techno and Phil he says L’manberg was destroyed for good. That’s why Dream’s voice talks to him and points out his mistakes, the voice is trying to point out what is wrong, and he says it: “You betrayed everyone”, “You exploded the house”, “You helped Dream”. Ranboo said he doesn’t want to remember bad things he did or that happened, but everything is coming back to him. His ‘other state’ is not neutral. He has a side. Normal Ranboo choose Techno and Phil, Other Ranboo choose Dream (as far as we know) and, coincidentally, Techno, Phill and Dream have some kind of alliance. Ranboo was biased from the beginning. 

Seeing only from Ranboo’s pov makes it look like everyone chooses a side but Phil and Techno, seeing from outside we notice this is not true.

There’s no reliable narrators in the Dream SMP

#the document I wrote this was called 'c!ranboo u dumbfuck' and I think thats beaultiful #c!ranboo critical #ranboo #dream smp #mcyt #nihachu #tecnoblade #ph1lza #fundy #YAAAAAY I DID IT #please read it before leashing out after me #i did my best to not sound biased #and u all know that my word is not law #this is just my view about it

[mikrowrites]

andromeda

(vignettes cut from cottages of constellations; can be read as a one-shot)

c!wilbur x reader

summary: a series of memories from y/n’s perspective; the war, the death, the stars, the secret, and the meeting.

warnings: fluff, angst, violence, war themes, bad mental health situations, death, language, manipulation

a/n: this is basically a bunch of scrapped ideas from cottages of constellations that i shoved together bc i already had them written and have been hitting a writer’s block with pt 3. the only part of this you should regard as “canon” is the syndicate vignette, that will be in pt 3. enjoy!!

Y/n and Wilbur kept many secrets.

That was not something unknown by any, not a surprise to some. The two seemed to have words unspoken, existing between the glance of an eye or a brush of a hand, a nod of a head and a ever so soft sigh. Y/n and Wilbur kept many secrets to themselves and themselves only.

The cottage was one. A secret kept along a peaceful riverbank, until the price of TNT seemed higher than that forgotten paradise. There were some other secrets too. Some inconsequential, some almost burdening.

Y/n and Wilbur kept a secret they chose to not share with anyone. A secret that would be for the best if left unsaid.

But the price of freedom would prove higher and more demanding. The price for a tall brunette man to whisper the words into an enemy’s ear, for the enemy to relay it to someone who was once deemed an old friend.

The moment Schlatt spoke the secret out loud to Y/n with threatening intent, everything came crashing to the ground.

It was a secret Schlatt would die with.

—

The War…

Y/n arrived as the sun rose at dawn.

Wilbur was there to meet her, his uniform jacket unbuttoned messily and his cravat askew. As she approached him closer he smiled softly, but the smile was tired, aching, the light in his eyes dimmed by the bags beneath them.

What was the saying, “winning is easy, governing is harder”?

Y/n feared both feats were insurmountably difficult.

“Hello, love.” Wilbur sighed, striding the distance of Y/n’s approach and pulling her into his arms, holding her like a lifeline.

“Hey Wil, it’s okay, I’m here.” Y/n reassured.

He pulled away with a less tight smile, wrapping his fingers around her own, pulling her towards the majestic walls.

“Y/n L/n, welcome to L’manburg.”

And L’manburg was small, and undeveloped, and nothing quite impressive really. But it was her lover’s nation, and to Y/n it looked like a spectacle of heaven. “It’s wonderful.”

Wilbur led her into the camaravan, where battle plans and declarations had been hung and placed about, with an occasional empty bottle or a misplaced piece of weaponry.

Y/n had fought in wars before, in another life, far from this server. She had played the part of diplomat, of ally, of enemy. It was all a language familiar to her like breathing, and she suspected Wilbur was well aware, why else would he write begging her to join the front lines?

She hummed in thought, running her hands over a tabletop. “When’s the next battle, then?”

“Tomorrow.” Wilbur replied simply.

Y/n nodded. “Okay. Where do we start?”

Wilbur smiled once more.

—

The Death…

Y/n struggled against Quackity’s hold, screaming her throat raw. “YOU KILLED HIM!”

Smoke from the firework barrage still lingered on the execution box, Schlatt turning from his podium to Y/n. He smirked. “Y/n, my dear, he was a traitor. You know what happens to traitors.”

Y/n spat at his feet, the man laughing. “That’s cute. Remember Y/n, I hold all the cards in my hands. You don’t want to step out of line, remember? Who knows what secrets could get spilled.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Y/n glared, her eyes like fire as the two stood off against each other on the podium under Manberg’s watching eyes. “Because I am going to fucking kill you before you even think about it.”

Schlatt laughed loudly again, facing the crowd. “Do you hear that, folks? Miss Y/n is going to kill me!” He lowered his voice, leaning so he was face to face with her. “That’s treason, my friends.”

Y/n hardened her eyes, as Quackity let her arms go. She stepped forwards, her hand on the hilt of her sheathed sword. Everything was quiet, not the crowd’s jabs or cries were heard by her, not even Niki’s protests to spare her best friend.

Schlatt smiled, unsheathing his own sword as Y/n stood her ground, preparing to produce her own in hopes of taking down the tyrannical man once and for all.

“These were not the ideals of L’manberg.” Y/n shouted so the audience could hear her. “And Manberg should be no different. And I’m getting really fucking tired of you hurting everyone and everything I love. So yeah, I’m a traitor, because I value people over a country.”

“People you’d be willing to lose a life for?” Schlatt jeered.

“Time and time again, yes.” She verified.

Schlatt shook his head in amusement. “Y/n, the patron saint of L’manberg. You’ll fall as easily as any man.”

Y/n smirked, drawing her own sword. “Good thing I’m not a man then, yes?”

“STOP! Stop!”

The two adversaries’ heads whipped over, catching the glimpse of a tall brunette in a brown trench coat walking down the aisle of seats, hands out in a preventative gesture. “Stop.”

“Wil…?” The man who left her behind. The man who promised safety. The man who most importantly, loves her. The former President, to protect his former First Lady.

Schlatt’s sword ran through Y/n’s body. Wilbur screamed.

The girl gasped, grasping Schlatt’s shoulder’s with tight fingers, looking at him in shock. He had gotten the upper hand. Y/n had never lost a duel, yet this one was over before it had even started because she did the one thing she had been trained to never do in battle.

Y/n found distraction in a lover.

Wilbur would always be her hubris.

Schlatt leaned over with booze-tainted breath to whisper in her ear. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He then ripped the sword out of her, and everything went black. The last thing Y/n heard before waking up laying in the soft grass of a forest was the sound of Wilbur shouting her name.

Y/n was killed by JSchlatt

—

The Stars…

Long ago, in a world different from where she was now, Y/n’s mother had taught her every constellation strewn across the night sky. The young girl would marvel at her mother, eyes shining with curiosity and awe as the soft-spoken woman would point to each cluster of stars.

Life was simple then, before war after war Y/n was forced to fight and win. Before aching loss and hurt.

Y/n laid on the angled roof of Philza’s house, her lips parted slightly as her eyes traced designs of warriors and beasts and lovers. Her breath fogged into the night sky, the girl indifferent to the cold surrounding her.

“Kid, what’re ya doin’?”

She flicked her eyes down to where Technoblade stood beneath her, staring up at her form with disinterest but yet a glint of confusion or curiosity.

Y/n smirked, her eyes traveling back up to the sky. “Chasing constellations.”

Technoblade definitely had the right idea to be a tint worried at the sight of Y/n on a roof, staring off into nothing. It had been a week and a half since they had both blown up New L’manberg, and her mind was undoubtedly conflicted. Techno supposed if he were in the same situation, he’d feel the same perhaps. But now (though he’d never show it) he was just concerned of the well-being of his old friend.

So Technoblade was immensely surprised when Y/n patted a spot on the roof next to her and said: “cmon”.

The blood god was silent and still for a moment before pulling out his trident, using it to launch himself up and land gracefully onto the roof next to her. The girl didn’t flinch a bit, just turned back to the night sky.

Y/n looked tired, Techno noticed, but yet relieved. He hadn’t seen her this relaxed since their last war fought together away from this server, where she had spoken of a kindhearted brunette she was running away with after the battle’s conclusion.

Technoblade sat next to her, the girl sighing. “No more wars, Techno. I’ve fought my last one. I’m tired of being a pawn in someone’s game, of breaking myself for others.” Y/n huffed out a laugh. “I think I might try that retirement plan.”

“Retirement is overrated.” Technoblade groaned. “So if I made you an offer, you’d refuse?”

Y/n shrugged, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs, resting her chin on her kneecaps. “Depends on the offer. I’m pretty done being taken advantage of.”

Techno turned to look at her. “All these years and you don’t trust the proof I wouldn’t.”

“Can’t blame a girl for having trust issues.” She grumbled. “What’s the offer?”

“I’m putting together a group of people with common ideals. Anarchy, we’d be there to abolish these kingdoms’ governments before they can cause more death and destruction, cause more Wilburs.” Techno explained, the girl turning to him at the sound of her ex-lover’s name. “We’re called the Syndicate.”

Y/n murmured the name to herself, furrowing her eyebrows. “Who’s we?”

“Philza and I. Zephyrus and Prostileus. And, potentially, you.” He stated. “Codenames.”

She turned back to the stars, silent for a few minutes. Technoblade patiently sat in the quiet, letting the girl mull over her thoughts. It had been about five minutes when he spoke up. “So? What’ll it be?”

Y/n pursed her lips, before parting them with a soft exhale. “Andromeda… call me Andromeda.”

Technoblade smiled at his old comrade in battle, now considered an ally and friend.

“Welcome to the Syndicate, Andromeda.”

—

The Secret…

Y/n wasn’t sure how long she had sat in the makeshift cell. Had it been days? Weeks? She didn’t know. All she knew was locked away to stand trial for “aiding fugitives in escaping”.

Her thoughts drifted to Wilbur, as they usually did in moments like these, where she fought desperately to remember the sound of his laughter or his loving assurances. Y/n hoped he and Tommy were safe, and she knew they were smart so they would be.

But she feared for Fundy as well. They had spoken on the night he announced his campaign for president, their hushed voices behind the podium as the rest of the server were asleep.

Y/n met the boy in the shadows of the podium, Fundy looking at her for some kind of reaction. Would she shout in anger? Cry in sadness? Running against his father was a betrayal, he should be reprimanded by the closest thing to a mother he had.

Instead, she smiled, and hugged him.

Fundy tensed in surprise before wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder as his hands clutched the back of her jacket.

“You know I have to support and stand by your father,” she started, softly rubbing small circles into Fundy’s back. “but it will never overshadow how proud I am of you.”

“Thank you, mama.” He sighed out, Y/n smiling kindly.

“You are my pride and you are my joy, Fundy. There’s nothing you could do that could make me love you less. Don’t forget that, okay?” Y/n asked.

Fundy nodded his head against his mother figure’s shoulder, still embracing her.

He missed the tears in her eyes as she bit her lip to keep her walls up. Indulging in this moment wasn’t something she was deserving of, and she knew that.

She had chosen to forego this path, it would be unfair of her to try and act as though she hadn’t changed everything.

The door to empty room creaked open, Y/n looking up to meet the eyes of a man she had once thought of as an old friend, but now some who repulsed her more than anything on this server. The man smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Y/n. Long time, no see.”

“Schlatt.” The name sounded like venom on her tongue, Y/n glaring at the man with dark eyes.

“How are you, hm?” Schlatt pulled a chair over for him to sit on, Y/n scoffing in disbelief.

“I don’t know Schlatt, you tell me. What the fuck is wrong with you, you were our friend!” She shouted.

Schlatt sat back in his hair. “I’m no one’s friend here. I’m a president here to run this country.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall, the man smirking.

“I want you to join me.”

That made the girl start to laugh, shaking her head. “You are something else, Schlatt.”

“I’m serious, I want you to join me and Manberg.” Schlatt deadpanned.

“Fuck off.” was Y/n’s reply.

Schlatt sighed, standing from where he sat, and paced to another side of the room. “Tell me, does your little lover boy have an infatuation with TNT?”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “Not that I’m aware, and if I was I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Fair enough.” Schlatt said, his footsteps clacking against stone as he further paced. “Well, he recently made some deals with the devil and came into possession of a lot of fucking TNT. You wanna know what he traded for that much power? Secrets.”

She stiffened, eyeing Schlatt warily, her voice barely above a whisper. “Secrets?”

Schlatt hummed, grinning. “Oh yeah. Loads of ‘em. I’m a chronic eavesdropper, so I had to get the scoop. And you’ll never guess what I heard.”

Y/n stood slowly, like an animal bracing for a fight, her fists shaking. She uttered the man’s name in warning, Schlatt stopping and turning to her with a wicked grin.

“You have a child.”

It felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, Y/n momentarily forgetting how to breathe. Her mouth felt dry, her body numb. Schlatt laughed, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.

“Fundy’s actually your son! Biologically and everything! And you never told him, you just left!” Schlatt exclaimed.

Y/n burst forwards, slamming Schlatt against the wall and lodging her forearm across his throat. She spoke with a low, dangerous voice. “I was young. I was stupid. And I wasn’t ready to be a mother. I couldn’t be the mother he needed.”

“So you left. And then you come back and you play the part of his mother, while the poor boy thinks your lover fucked a fish? That’s fucked up, Y/n.” He chuckled lowly.

Y/n pursed her lips, glaring into Schlatt’s eyes. “What do you want?”

Schlatt slowly removed Y/n’s forearm from his throat. “I want you to join me as one of my officials. I want you to betray Wilbur and Tommy. And if you don’t…”

“… I tell Fundy your big secret… and then I personally kill him until he’s dead.”

Y/n felt completely and absolutely defeated. She had never let someone have the upper hand on her. Not like this. She remained distraughtly silent, Schlatt nodding Ashe received his answer.

He reached into his pocket, throwing her comm device onto the floor. “Lover boy’s been trying to call you for weeks. You should call him back one last time and tell him to never call again. You know what’s at stake.” Schlatt then turned and walked towards the door. “I’ll have a fine pressed suit for you tomorrow morning and a more comfortable room, then the real work begins. Goodnight, Y/n.”

And he was gone.

Y/n fell to her knees, her body shaking with fear and guilt. Why did she have to be so stupid why did she have to create such deep-sewn weaknesses, why did she leave her son?

She reached for the comms device, her trembling fingers clicking a button as she spoke out in a terrified whisper. “Wilbur?”

—

The meeting…

Y/n hated parties with a passion she could not fathom. The celebration of another war won, a country saved. She was just a wandering soldier, moving from one battle to the next, finding celebration a little tone-deaf.

But nonetheless she stood in the banquet hall, her sash of medals and patches detailing her great accomplishments hung on her frame, with the world’s most uncomfortable dress covering her. Technoblade had told Y/n to liven up, drink and dance a little, though what a fucking hypocrite because he didn’t show up.

Y/n sipped her champagne, leaning against the bar top, a bored expression laid across her face as she traced circles into the wood with her finger. She didn’t register the boy standing next to her, eying her with curiosity before he spoke up. “One vodka neat, please.”

She finally indulged to meet his gaze, the tall brunette smiling and offering his hand. “Wilbur Soot.”

Y/n knocked back the rest of her champagne, before shaking his hand. “Y/n L/n.”

“You seem bored, Y/n L/n.” Wilbur observed.

She scoffed. “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“So I can tell.” He quipped, Y/n beginning to question the audacity of this kid. But he just smiled widely, pulling a stool and sitting next to her.

“Look, I don’t know what you want, but if it’s getting in my pants tonight it’s definitely not happening.” Y/n bluntly responded.

“Woah there! Take me out to dinner before we discuss that.” Wilbur defended, retrieving his drink from the bartender.

Y/n couldn’t even tell if the man was joking, but she rolled her eyes anyways. He was silent, she could tell he was trying to size her up. Figure out what made her brain tick, how to read her.

Must be frustrating for him to know he can’t.

She sighed, pulling away from the bar top, smoothing out her despised dress. “Well, thanks for the chat Wilbur, but I’d best be going.”

“Of course. Have a good night, Y/n.” Wilbur raised his drink and tipped it towards her in a kind of toasting or saluting gesture. She was a high ranked militia official anyways.

Y/n nodded and walked away, Wilbur watching her as she left. What she didn’t know, was he could read her like an open book. He saw her pain, her guilt, her stone disposition. But he saw her kindness, her generosity, her beauty. Wilbur was intoxicated by the mere presence of her, and her mystery.

Wilbur just had a gut feeling they’d cross paths again. And when they did, maybe in a space she was more comfortable than the loud and cheering party, maybe he’d offer her a drink, or even a dance. The boy slammed his drink on the table before standing, and rushing across the room.

Why wait when you know?

Y/n felt a gentle hand on her wrist, the girl turning to see Wilbur. She raised an eyebrow in question as he released his soft grip, and held his palm flat out in front of her. “May I have this dance.”

She had seen years of pretty boys offering her drinks and dances and the world. Each disappointed, each never following through. But Y/n looked up at Wilbur, and she could see the world in his brown eyes, she could see hope and chivalry and mirth. She pursed her lips, the boy seeming to deflate at her monotone and silent response.

Y/n took his hand, to the boy’s surprise. “One dance. That’s all.”

They danced all night. And laughed all night, more than Y/n had in years.

Y/n had never felt more alive than the night she met Wilbur Soot.

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