#asks: ogc

[borathae]

Ogc jk and oc 😸🫣🫣

help me what is that??? and why is that the hottest thing ever?? helppppp this is so ogc!couple coded fuckckkckck

*whispers* i know he hugs her in the pic but what if ogc!kook fucks her like that? what if they do it doggy kneeling by the bed? what then?? what fucking then??

#asks: ogc #asks #babycandy111 #ogc!inspo #thirst thursday

[roughentumble]

geralt rolls over in the middle of the night to ask jaskier "would you still love me if i were a worm?" and jaskier, half asleep and half joking, says "i would go on a grand and epic quest to be turned into a worm myself, so that i could wrap my little worm body around yours to hug you, and we could live a worm life together." and geralt starts crying

#''you would?'' he asks. voice cracking #witcher tag #ogc tag

[brrbrina]

opposite

pairing: joe burrow x ogc

wc: 1,528 words

warnings: angst! fluff, joe being a dick and aria having supportive friends

a/n : TIWYS was partially re-written you can read it here first and then come back to OPPOSITE

I´m so excited to tell you that these blurbs will be turned into a mini-series called “fwd” this will be inspire by the last four tracks of sabrina carpenter’s deluxe album: ” emails i can´t send fwd:“ here´s this chapter song, I hope you enjoy it, let me know if you'd like to be in the taglist!

She couldn't fathom the idea of throwing almost 5 years of a relationship into the trash, she felt nineteen again every time she saw his eyes, and the feelings of butterflies in her stomach never went away. 

“I'm sorry is this seat taken’” a really tall blue-eyed guy asked standing next to her in the auditorium for an upcoming lecture, Aria looked up at him with tears in her eyes “No, no you can take it” she said moving her bag from the seat next to her to put it on her legs.

 She had been crying nonstop over the last couple of days and you didn't need to know her for a really long time to notice she was crying, “These things are so boring I don't know why we need to keep coming to these lectures, this is mainly for assistance so…” Aria heard him but even though she would love to answer him, she knew if she would speak up she would break down crying. “... I really don't want to sound nosy but are you okay? It seems that you're sad and…” he said stopping his words “I know we just met and we don't even know each other's names but if you need to talk I'm here, I´m Joe” he said introducing himself and part of her broken heart felt she could really trust him “I´m Aria” she said looking at him with watery eyes. “I'm sorry it's just…” she sighed “I got broken up by text last week and I feel really sad, I never thought love could hurt this bad, it's probably very dumb, deep down inside I knew we weren't meant to last it's just… I had this reservation for a restaurant tomorrow and I had a dress and everything but he isn't coming for obvious reasons and I can cancel it without losing my money and my roommate was supposed to come with me but she´s got a date and…” those words came very quick out of her mouth and Joe quickly stepped up “I´ll go, text me the address and I´ll be there, here this is my phone” he didn't hesitate to tell her that, he had never met anyone prettier than her, her brown eyes looked beautiful even if they were filled with water. 

“Are you sure? You really don't have to do that. I was just venting, we don't even know each other..” “Even better,” Joe said with excitement “You wear your pretty dress and i´ll wear a tux or something fancy, it's fine I promise, besides, it's a good thing to meet new people and have new friends” he said smiling at her and she knew he was right, there wasn't any harm in meeting people or going out to dinner with a new friend, she wasn't in a relationship and it wasn't a bad thing. So they went to that dinner and became really good friends, they would meet up for dinner anytime Joe was available with his busy football schedule.

While putting her clothes away in her new closet she saw that dress, the dress she wore specifically at that dinner and for their last date before becoming a couple, which was a good thing, Joe always told her how he loved how the dress looked on her, and she loved to hear those things.

Holding the piece of fabric in her hands she heard her phone ring, it was a text and her heart raced, wishing the text was from Joe, that he was going to apologize for the abrupt way he left, but it wasn't him and the text she got was only something that broke her heart more.

maría sent 1 photo

maría: i´m so sorry aria, i saw joe with the same girl you saw in that video,

It was a picture of Joe with his apparently new girl. They were at a restaurant and he was wearing a shirt Aria gifted him on the anniversary of their first dinner together, and that made her blood boil, did she create the perfect boyfriend just for some other girl to have him? 

aria: it´s okay, thank you for telling me. Are you doing anything tomorrow, we could go to the movies if you´re up to it.

maría: YES! i´ll pick you up at 5, see you tomorrow, ok? i love you aria.

That was almost two months ago and even though broken hearts take time to heal, she surrounded herself with her friends, and then autumn came around, the leaves were changing and Cincinnati was feeling like a place she should leave behind, it wasn´t until one time she saw her friends from college, they bought tickets to go to the game that weekend and she didn't know if it was the right thing to do, go to the place she had been going to sitting in a box with the quarterback (her ex) was the only thing she knew to do at Paycor, but she still had another friend on the team. So she did the reasonable thing to do, send him a text.

aria: hi ja´marr i hope ur doing ok!! A few people from college want to go to a game and I don't want things to be weird. lol thought i should give you a heads up.

j chase: HEY

j chase: i thought you forgot about me because of that dipshit lmao 

j chase: i would love for you to come! if any of you need tix let me know 

j chase: i have a jersey of mine if you want one, i'm pretty sure you have the number 9 one

aria: oh

aria: no it´s fine i have a spare orange shirt, but thank you tho :) we´ll see you at the game

She met up with her friends in her new apartment, and eventually, the topic of her broke up with Joe came up, the funny thing about relationships was that you meet people you never thought you would be friends with, their friends blended together and it was something none of them was sorry for, it´s just how relationships worked, they were even invited to a wedding of one of the couples who also met in college, Aria wondered if they would followed their way, and well, they clearly didn´t. 

After arriving at the stadium she felt overwhelmed and she could see directly to the box Joe´s parents were sitting, it was taking everything in her not to go in there to hug them for the last time, and then her heart broke a little more.

She was standing there, in the box she used to sit on, in the seat that used to be smelling like her favorite perfume, and Aria felt weak, it was such a bittersweet feeling, she looked nothing like Aria, she had long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, Joe used to tell her that style of girl wasn't his type, it made him feel like he was dating himself, she was taller than Aria, maybe not that much but definitely one or two inches enough to make her 5’4 self feel a little sad. It was so weird looking at her there, wearing a number 9 on her jersey, Aria wore the number 9 jersey when she was in college, white, yellow, and purple, and a bracelet of the same colors but adding a number 9 to it in the middle.

 It was hard to admit but she felt sad, Joe swore up and down he would never break her heart, that no matter how their relationship would go, Aria was the one who was supposed to walk away, that he loved her so much he would never do that, that he loved her enough to not walk away the same way her ex-boyfriend did. He saved her heart again just to break it into more pieces than anybody had ever done. And walking away from their home for the family they both wanted was hurting in a way she never felt before.

She left the stadium before the 4th half was over, she wasn´t feeling okay, and looking at Joe wasn´t making her any better, so she did the reasonable thing to do, after making up a lame excuse and said goodbye to her friends,  she called an uber and rode back to her apartment, on the way there she blocked Joe from every social media, she thought that was the reasonable thing to do, but that didn´t last long. 

Three weeks later she asked María to send her a screenshot of Joe´s story, something inside her felt the need to know how he was, she felt like maybe he would apologize soon but he didn´t, he was living a totally different life, he was running for MVP, the Bengals were on a winning strike, and Joe looked happier than ever.

maría: i don´t understand why i need to do this, this is only going to hurt you

aria: just do it mar

maría: ur insane

maría: sent a photo

maría: i´m so sorry baby :( if you need me i´m on my way. 

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Amor, amor, amor, amor. It comes and goes, she felt a sense of loneliness she never felt before, she got a glass of wine and got drun, it was so quick, was he thinking about her when they were sleeping in the same bed, was she the one on his mind everytime they fucked or even worse when they were making love?

#joe burrow angst #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow #spideybrina #fwd series #joe burrow x original character

[crazyturtletree]

Okay so if you are on tiktok you probably seen atleast one comment with this "Zepotha" trend and i've seen people call it the next Goncharov.

I have followed the artist on tiktok before this, and i think the music is very cool, and if i'm being honest this is would be very interesting marketing, if it had a cohesive lore. (And the fact that the artist basically asking for free marketing, and only paying 500 dollars is a little bit meh...) When Goncharov was around at first I really thought it was a real movie, but Zepotha just doesn't feel like it. It is on my fyp soo i will try to gather information on the lore, because it could be verry interesting.

So here are the things i gathered:

- It is marketing for an artist called emilyjeffri (just crediting)

- It does not have a consistent genra (dont know how you write it) but the og creator promotes it as 80's slasher (ive seen distopyan horror and eldritch horror to it. This is why its a problem that it doesnt have a consistent lore)

- The characters that the artist seams to accept as canon are from a filter and a comment (i know not much, but the artist just thrusted people of making oc's and i can't list all of them, and i am still doing research on the charas that are accepted by the fandom), and give a brief description from what i gathered:

Danny and Cole: seams like thay are the main murderers,

Rita: the first? One to die,

Maxine and Alain: probs the main charas, they are the main ship or are a couple.

These are the charas that i found anything on, next are the ones from the filter or a comment left by the OGC

Ann

Vince

Alex

Michael

Robbie

Neil

Kalani

Jasmine

But wait it gets better. Somebody saing that MAXINE AND ALAIN ARE SISTERS AND THEY ARE DATING DANNY AND COLE. I'M GETTING AN ANEURYSM (This is not a real movie its a massive joke, no hate to anybody, but i want to make sense to it. Pls send help)

Okay i'm having way too much fun with this

#goncharov #zepotha #wtf is the plot? #dont know #i will link that video #NO HATE TO ANYBODY #DON'T SEND HATE

[riallasheng]

For the Head cannon ask game for Colonel White/Charles Gray

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

Thank you!!! 😊

Ach, a beloved character of mine! ^^ (Even if I did bump him up to Admiral White so he wouldn't be outranked by... pretty much everybody XD )

▼ - childhood headcanon Charles was born and raised in London and has a DEEP love of his home. While he was a preteen, his mother's best friend (Ruth Tracy) came to visit for over a year as Charles mother had just suffered a third trimester miscarriage following the boating accident that had also killed his father. Alongside Ruth was her son, Jefferson, who -nearly a decade Charlie's senior- took it upon himself to essentially be there for the young Charlie, basically becoming all but an older brother to the grieving lad. Jeff talked Ruth into having his two childhood friends, Sam Shore (who by the by is canonically Kansas born like Jeff, so i have it where the duo are from the same town and childhood besties) and Wilbur Zero (also canonically American, so I just plunked him in Kansas as well cause that just strikes my funny bone XD) come out to London to give a very isolated and deeply depressed Charlie some friends. Ruth (and the Shores and Zeros) agreed. The four ended up incredibly close, and remain good friends to this day, although each respects the secrets they're sure the others have. (Charles, Wilbur, and Sam are all CERTAIN that Jeff is FUNDING International Rescue, and that he might even be allowing IR to operate out of at least one of the locations he owns, although they don't realize that the Tracys ARE IR)

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon Pulling on nCS here (as my old fanfic 'canon' basically merged ogCS and nCS... I made it work, honest), but when Charles finally retires, he'll be living with his wife and while he'll still need to find SOMETHING to engage him... he actually adjusts to retirement well... although he absolutely takes Jeff up on the offer to move to Tracy Island - the Mysterons have left him with a deep paranoia, and Tracy Island is secure enough that he feels safe there... I'm not certain if he's found out the truth of IR yet by that point, though he obviously would be told before moving in XD

☼ - appearance headcanon Honestly how he looks in the og and new series (he's functionally identical between the two in appearance and behavior). ^^

#ask game #yarol2075 #colonel white #admiral white #charles grey #sir charles grey

[ladyelissarose]

Warnings: some fluff and more angst.

“The Secrets of Gotham-Unmasked”

Chp. 19

 Bruce’s POV

 Bruce spent the early day at the cave with Y/b/n as they both argued back and forth about how they each felt about Y/n. Y/b/n saw Y/n as the criminal and Bruce of course didn’t see it that way.. instead he told Y/b/n that he was the criminal, and that didn’t make the situation any more better. 

   “Could you just shut up already!! You’re clearly not going to win Bruce, because it’s my fucking opinion!!”

  “Well your opinion is invalid because you’re full of lies!! Only if you really knew-“

  “Knew what? That you’re sleeping with a god damn coward-“

  “JASON TODD!!!!”

  Alfred shouted as he stood between the two for he saw that Bruce was more than ready to lunge himself at Y/b/n. And Alfred called him Jason Todd because he knew Y/b/n wouldn’t listen to him any other way, because he was still struggling with his identity. Bruce slammed his fists on his desk in anger and took his keys growling,

  “If we mean nothing to you.. then I don’t want to see you here by the time I come back. Maybe then you’ll learn and fix your issues.”

  “Bruce please don’t be like this-“

  “Why don’t you tell that to him Alfred! I’m not negotiating with either of you.. especially if he’s going to be like that towards me over Y/n.”

  And with that he left in his Corvette before Alfred and Y/b/n could add or say another word.

  Y/b/n’s POV

 Y/b/n hopped off the cot with a defeated look and told Alfred, 

  “You heard the guy.. I have to go, so I’m leaving.”

  It hurt Alfreds heart to hear Y/b/n saying such, he didn’t want him to leave, but he had to respect Bruce’s wishes regardless.  

 Alfred then asked in a caring manner,

  “Do you have a place to stay?”

 Y/b/n shook his head as he lied,

  “yeah I have my own place.. don’t worry about me... thanks for helping me out.. and being the only one with some kind of two senses.. oh and tell Bruce to f-“

  “I will certainly not young man... but I can understand why you’d like me too.. you know where I am.. when you’re ready to come back.”

  Y/b/n let out a breathy chuckle as he said,

  “That is if Bruce will ever take me back.. but as I said, I’ll be fine. I have some things to take care of on my own anyways.”

  Alfred could hear the darkness in the last sentence Y/b/n said, which only made him say,

  “Don’t kill anyone Jason... I mean it.”

  “I can’t promise anything.. but, I’ll keep your advice in mind... and I’m taking my bike back.”

  “Go right ahead.”

Y/b/n got on the bike Y/n had first stolen from him, Alfred walked up to him as he handed him a watch,

  “Here... you might need this.”

  Y/b/n took it with confusion written on his features as he asked,

  “A watch? OGC has a huge clock that I see everyday.”

  Alfred could tell that Y/b/n had forgotten that they both had made that tracker watch together, so he didn’t tell him the truth about it,

  “J-Just.. take it please. And be safe out there.”

  “I will Alfred.”

 Soon Y/b/n was out of sight and Alfred ascended the stairs with more sadness in his heart, but he felt a little peace to know that the watch he had given him had a live tracker, letting him know where Y/b/n’s whereabouts were and how his vitals were, the watch connected to the vein on his wrist that led straight to his heart.

  ‘At least I’ll know your location my boy.. you can’t run away from me forever son.. I can’t lose you again.. now.. I need to find Bruce and see where Y/n is.’

 Bruce’s POV

  Bruce drove to the boy’s shelter to go see Danny, first to work on the adoption process and he knew Danny would help his anger go down and make him feel somewhat better. The anger was still boiling in his skin, but he wanted to calm down for when Y/n came home, he couldn’t show anger or tell her about what had happened because she still doesn’t know that Y/b/n is alive and is the RedHood, and how he doesn’t remember what she is to him but also how he hates her to the core.

  Soon Bruce was inside and Danny came running to him,

   “Mr.B!!”

 He ran up to Bruce and hugged his legs tightly, instantly melting Bruce’s heart and bringing him the calamity he needed.

  “hey little man-“

  Bruce ruffled his hair playfully and reached out his hand,

  “come on.. can I steal you for a minute.. I-I want to talk to you.”

  Danny blinked his puppy eyes at Bruce as he shook his head happily,

 “yeah! Say.. Where’s Miss Y/n?”

  “She’ll come another day.. but for now let’s go outside and talk.”

  “Ok!!”

  Bruce was new to trying and helping a kid around with making sure he had the appropriate clothing for going outside when it was freezing, but once done and satisfied with Danny’s clothing choice for the outdoors, Bruce walked outside with Danny’s little hand holding his big hand tightly. Bruce’s height made Danny look so tiny next to him as he led him to a small bench that was around the corner of the building. After sitting down Danny crawled next to Bruce but kept a distance in case Bruce didn’t want to be close, Bruce saw these actions and instead wrapped his arm around Danny tugging him closer and wrapping his long coat around him to keep him warmer. He then began to explain in the best way he could that he was thinking about adopting Danny, and asked him how he felt about it.

  “Really? I’d be able to come and live with you?”

  “Of course, in the meanwhile as I sort out the paperwork we’ll be setting up your room all there where I live.”

  Danny turned around and threw his little arms around Bruce’s neck as he cheered,

  “This is going to be great! At least I’ll be around someone I know.. Josh was adopted into a family of circus people called the Grants? No, the Graysons!! Yeah the Graysons.. but, I’ll be happy there with you, because I’ll be able to see Miss Y/n everyday right?”

  “Yes, Everyday.”

 Bruce could tell that Danny was excited about everything,

  ‘Kid deserves a family... just because I couldn’t have one.. or keep one... it’s doesn’t mean that he can’t. I’d never thought a kid would make me a softie as Y/n likes to say.. I miss my love.. I think I should go home and she if she’s there already.’

  Bruce and Danny finally went back inside after wrestling with each other in the snow  for at least 30 minutes, but only because Danny asked nicely with this irresistible puppy eyes. Plus Bruce felt good and happy as he saw that Danny trusted him wholly no matter what. He made sure to tell the workers he had there about his plans for adopting Danny. At hearing the news they were very happy and they helped him start the process. Bruce then made sure Danny ate his dinner well, and left after tucking Danny to bed just like Y/n had told him too. He drove home and was soon walking through the door to see Y/n undoing her shoes. She had just arrived home a few minutes before him.

  Y/n’s POV

 Y/n saw Bruce walk in with his dark black suit covered with snow and his hair as well was disheveled and was everywhere. His cheeks were a bright pink and you could tell he was freezing by the way his hands were shaking a little and you could hear the soft chattering of his teeth. She let out a warm welcome by giggling,

  “Hi.. um.. What happened to you? Where were you?”

  That’s when she saw the proud smile form on his face as he said,

  “I started on the paperwork for Danny’s adoption process... he’s pretty excited.”

  Y/n remembered the letter she had left Bruce asking him to move on with the adoption process on his own, and it truly made her happy to see that Bruce did just that. At first she was worried that he still wasn’t too sure about what she wanted, but seeing him do it on his own without bargaining, was a good sign, he must of really wanted it too.

  “oh! That’s great Bruce! Can’t wait until it’s all through. Thank you.”

  “hm hmm.”

  Bruce walked up to her grabbing her face gently and placing a kiss on her forehead, he pulled away and asked her calmly but with a hint of concern in his voice,

  “Is there something you want to tell me?”

 She sent him a confused look and said,

  “I don’t.. I don’t think so.”

  He cocked his brow and pressed,

  “you sure baby? Because Gordon’s concerned for you-“

 ‘Oh! Shoot.. yeah about that.’

  “oh yes.. Umm... that’s a whole other story that’s going to lead to a bunch of things that you might not like once I’m done telling you everything.”

  “What happened at Arkham, Y/n?”

‘Shit that was direct... ok.. I can do this.. breathe.’

  Bruce’s POV

 Bruce could sense she was nervous to tell when she started to fiddle with her fingers and not keep her eyes on his. He reached out and grabbed her hand led her to the living room, a place that hadn’t been in in a while. But when they walked in the bright Christmas tree caught Bruce off guard as Y/n took in a soft gasp.

  “oh my... you guys got a.. a Christmas tree?”

  Bruce’s heart warmed at seeing the tree standing proudly in the middle of the large window, 

  ‘Only Alfred could make this tree look more majestic.. gosh I forgot what this was like.. the happiness it brought.. even though it’s just a tree... but it resembles more I guess.’

  Bruce watched Y/n walk up to the tree and place her hand on the red ornament, it looked so small in her hands as it shined brightly. She looked up to the top and saw the empty spot where the star should be, she then mentioned the missing star in a soft whisper,

  “there’s no star..”

 Bruce stayed silent as he collected the star from the side table holding it up behind Y/n. 

  “Bruce?”

  at hearing his silence she turned around to see his arm stretched out with the shining gold star placed in his large calloused hand. She grabbed it carefully to not drop it as he said lovingly,

  “Just as the star was the missing piece to the top of this tree.. so were you.. you were the missing piece of my life.. and now you stand on top of my world.”

  Tears brimmed in her eyes and she went into his arms so he could lift her up by the waist to place the star on top, she adjusted it perfectly straight. Signaling Bruce that she was done, he put her down gently and turned her around to hug her tightly. Her head was buried deep into his chest, taking in his scent and coming to terms with herself, that it was time to say the truth. But just as she was about to speak, she got a call,

  RIIIIIIIING

RIIIIIIIING

She took her phone out of her pocket and looked at the screen, it was Gordon.

  She apoplectically looked at Bruce as she said,

  “I’m sorry I have to take this.”

 He let her go as he replied assuringly,

  “go ahead.. um.. but just know that I’m here if you need to talk.. about anything. Alfred always told me that If we have something going on inside, it’s best to talk it out with someone before it eats us up you know?”

  She was happy to see his progress in getting to learn how to use that advice, she had seen him more open and vulnerable with her, but now it was her turn to do such, she pecked his cheek as she replied,

  “I understand, thank you baby.. now I need to go, I’ll catch you later.”

  “Be safe Y/n, I love you.”

  “I love you more... are you going out tonight?”

  “Yes.. but if you make it home before I do just go to bed, don’t stay up.”

  “I’ll try.”

She winked at him and answered the call after it rang for the 3rd time.

  “Gordon.”

  “Y/n! Jesus Christ pick up the damn phone-“

 “I was in the restroom, Jeezz! Anyways.. What’s up?”

  “You’re gonna hate me but I need you here now.”

  “I was just at work-“

  “I know but.. we got some serious shit.. that links to what we’ve worked with in the past.. and I think it links to Stewart’s case.”

 “God damn I thought we were over this.. I’m on my way.”

  “Good, make it quick and wear something acceptable for this weather.. we’re going to a crime scene I’m texting you the address this second.”

  “Alright see you there.”

 Y/n hung up and sighed looking at Bruce as she said,

  “I’m leaving, I got to go to a crime scene.. stick around if you can.. in- in case something goes down yeah?”

  He heard the worry in her tone on the last part and confirmed he’d be there,

  “I’ll be there.. now go before you get another yelling.”

  He sent her a playful smile before she smacked him playfully on the shoulder and went to grab her thick jacket while wearing Bruce’s hoodie under. Soon she was out the door on her bike, though Bruce begged her to take the car but she refused, saying the bike was easier to get on and faster too. He watched her leave after she gave him a promising kiss.

Mackenzie’s POV

 Mackenzie entered his office in an angry mood and sat at his desk with a huff, earlier that day he had lost a bet which made him lose a lot of money. He had to get more money for the next buying and selling he was going to do, he tried to avoid this next choice he was about to make, but his desperation for money and more drops, got the best of him,

 ‘Looks like I’m going to need to cash this suckers check.. hmm.. let’s see.. damn.. $20 million dollars? Well how rich was Y/f/n?! Well.. who cares anyway, the money is mine and Y/n doesn’t even know it.’

  He went to open his file cabinet and upon seeing the files there he realized a couple were missing.

  ‘What the hell... where are the reports Y/f/n put down.. why aren’t they here.. a-and his photos.. SHIT WHO TOOK MY STUFF!!’

  “OFFICER WALKER!!”

Mackenzie shouted through his office walls bringing his fellow helper Officer Walker inside with a confused look on his face,

  “What’s the matter Chief-“

  “WHO WAS IN MY OFFICE LAST?!”

Mackenzie’s face turned red with fury as he barked his question, making Walker stutter his response,

  “U-Uh, well sir.. the last one you- well the last one you lent your keys to was LT Gordon.”

  Mackenzie stood up in a breath as he shouted,

  “No! It can’t be him.. Gordon is dense as hell and wouldn’t go through my stuff!!”

  “Well then what are you trying to oppose?”

Mackenzie grabbed Y/f/n’s file from the cabinet and slammed it on his desk,

  “I think Y/n Y/l/n made her way inside my office and is taking pieces of this evidence to pursue her fathers case. The case I told you about remember?”

  Walker nodded his head fervently,

 “Yeah yeah I remember... so this crazy chic is his daughter?”

  “Yup.. and if Y/f/n was unstoppable.. so is she.. then only thing that stopped Y/f/n was when we ambushed him with flames up his ass.. my only trouble is that nothing stops this girl.. she doesn’t stop.. but that changes tonight.”

  Mackenzie shoved the file back in the cabinet before slamming it shut and marching out of his office with Walker being dragged behind him as he grasped his arm tightly. Walker tried to keep up with Mackenzie as he asked,

 “Where are we going?”

  “To the Iceberg Lounge first and in the mean while you are going to track her down for me.”

  “What do you plan on doing Chief?”

  “Oh you’ll see.. just watch and learn how much power I have over her and this city Walker.”

#bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fluff #the batman #bruce wayne #batman #bruce wayne imagine #battinson #battinson x reader #battinson x y/n #the batman 2022 #robert pattinson #bruce wayne fanfiction #bruce wayne x fem!reader #batman comics #batman x reader #dc batman #the batman x reader #the batman movie #batman 2022 #jason todd x reader #jason todd #the red hood #red hood

[bumblee-stumblee]

/post/696781658026868736/cute-reminder can you link to the source for the resources on transprisoners that you share here?

It's a report from the federal bureau of prisons., The FOIA(Freedom of Information Act) You can ask for a one here:

Or email them here if their portal form isn't functioning

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For my report i asked the following:

I would like to obtain a report with most recent data on transgender inmates and percentage of offenses committed by M2F and F2M.

I should ask for another, same question for the year 2022 which mine covers but additional information like a breakdown by percentage of m2f & f2m crimes, and a more specific breakdown of sexual offense crimes like sex trafficking, aggravated sexual assault and computer crimes/csam.

This site also got their report from BOP(FOIA)

https://usa.kpssinfo.org/transgender-inmate-report-from-bop-12-04-2021-2/

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The crazy answer of a former Nice

Striker of OGC Nice last year under the direction of Christophe Galtier, and directly concerned because of Muslim faith, Amine Gouiri tried to avoid the questions asked by Rennes journalists about his former coach on Thursday. ” Maybe I won’t respond to investigators », had fun Amine Gouirithe striker Rennais Stadium Thursday at a press conference. The hopeful international striker has been…

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When a writer you love casually mentions they used to live in the PNW and misses it, well you know what? The PNW misses you too! 🌲🏔🌲🏔🌲🙋‍♀️

dawwww, writer you love- stahp *blushes*

and yep, I spent my HS+College years in the greater Seattle area.

#My husband's fam is in Leavenworth #which is just- the coolest #let me tell you! #SYA fun(?) fact: #low key OGC is the UW because that's what I know lol #ask #thetwit

[borathae]

Next week we get ogc kook yay

Can we get a sneak peek pretty please

Yes you can 👀

“Baby, is he bothering you?” Jungkook asks, staring at the man. The latter currently gets back up.  

“I’m not bothering her”, he says.

“Pumpkin pie, is he bothering you?” Jungkook insists.

“Yes”, you choke out, “pumpkin pie.”

You thought of the codeword a long time ago. You will call him pumpkin pie whenever you find yourself in a dangerous situation and he will know that it is serious. You agree that a silly nickname won’t call attention and keep you safe.

“Okay, Imma need you to leave this place”, Jungkook addresses the guy. He speaks darkly and with honest danger in his voice, “now.”

protector mode!kook is gonna be ON next week fandfdsa

#asks: ogc #asks #anon

[roughentumble]

geralt is forced to work within the confines of the fairy tale world he lives in, and so when he gets cast in the role of villain, he has no choice but to work with it. to be that, to continue the game, to keep the baby hidden away as a prize to be won. but he was watching jaskier as someone brave and true, wise and clever, someone to be his consort. he'd wanted to WOO jaskier. and each of their interactions balances between antagonistic, bantering, and startlingly genuine. they have a connection! they get on well, when they get to slip for a moment and be geralt and jaskier instead of the goblin king and the hero!

then jaskier wins, he actually WINS and the baby is back in his arms, little ciri or essi or maybe even an OC, little rodrick pankratz or some such, and he pauses because maybe it's a trap? and geralt looks so disgusted, lounging back on his throne, because his word is his bond and he would NEVER betray that. so he starts to step away, to go home, prize in his arms, when one of the little goblins shouts "but sire, you still need to marry for the court! you've turned down all your other offers!" and jaskier. just. freezes. and thinks of them, together, back in that ballroom

#jaskier gets to pick his name for the course of the adventure when everyone back home calls him julian #here accepting geralt-- with conditions-- is about accepting yourself and living your truest life without shame #when jaskier wins and reaches the end of the labyrinth geralt is so UPSET he's flinging himself down into his throne #because it means he's lost. it means jaskier will go. jaskier has seen him as a villain this whole time and there was no fixing it #but then jaskker stops. and starts asking questions. and geralt sits up so straight #because hope is blooming in his chest that maybe jaskier will SEE him. maybe jaskier will understand. maybe jaskier CLULD come to love him #witcher tag #ogc tag #idk. i think about it #its a loose AU you have to change a lot to make it work like it does in my head but i think its a good one

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// Still thinking about Veld. Again. I’ve regurgitated BC countless times on this blog but what gets me each time is how understated their relationship is.

It could almost be called cloak and dagger with how little they let on. They say nothing until it’s warranted. And even then they drop it in so goddamn nonchalantly or deliberately vague.

Player Turk The Head of Urban Development's Reeve, right? I wonder if he'll really cooperate with us.

Tseng That's what Veld said. We'll have to trust him.

There is next to no fanfare and certainly no detail given about how they know each other, or why trust should be afforded. It is all implicit. They already have an understanding between them and they hardly ever share that with others. Even though it raises questions.

Reeve You don't have to worry about that. If you sneak on board, by the time you're out of the harbour it'll be too late for them to do a thing. Say you're acting on my orders. I'll take responsibility for everything.

Player All right… (Thought) Why is he being so cooperative?

They are protecting others by downplaying this curious connection. One that could never be predicted looking at the surface. We all know Veld is protective of his Turks, and that it is why he doesn’t let on his whereabouts in exile until potentially much later on.

Yet Reeve is granted this knowledge at some point.

Little ol’ Reeve, that no one ever suspects, has been given this level of responsibility. I mean, he’s used to shouldering responsibilities and keeping hush hush but that level of assuredness, of trust, dare I say faith between the two men is stunning. 

And it never seems to get betrayed.

Whilst I headcanon that the bombing of Kalm was a particularly strained point for their relationship, they are clearly reconciled by the time of BC events.

Player ?! You knew we were working under Veld's orders?!

Cait Sith It said so in the fortune, it did**

Player (Thought) This is bad. That means everybody knows about our betrayal. What am I going to…?

Cait Sith Don't you worry none. I won't be telling any of this to the President.

Player Huh?!

Cait Sith I told you, we go back a ways. How is Veld? I thought you could only leave the Turks when you're dead.**

Player I'm sorry. That's… classified information…

Cait Sith Is that so…** I guess you're right.

Player I'm really sorry…

Cait Sith Ah, nothing to be sorry for! Just tell him I'm rootin' for him!** Now, let's get a move on, shall we?

**A large part of me thinks this is Reeve toying with the Player Turk here, deliberately obfuscating their relationship and dropping in nuggets of Turk lore that comes across as concealed concern cos he’s a canny cat and a little manipulative shit when he wants to be.

I mean how else would he have known about this act of treason - one that he has decided to very much get involved with despite the risks - if he were not in contact with Veld?

I guess the argument could be made for Tseng or possibly Rufus. Or Cait Sith truly is a fortune telling robot at this point and a highly specific one at that. Regardless, by the time OGC comes around he can clearly contact Veld himself.

Three men carried Tseng onto a boat. The men were his former superior and his subordinates. Why had Reeve contacted them and not the company directly? Had he been in constant contact with them? (OTWTAS: Case of Shinra)

Why indeed? And had he been? Who knows! Even canon writers vague their relationship status.

“What do you plan to do now, Sir?” Tseng asked as he made his way to the door to follow his subordinates.

“I’ll head back to Junon. Reeve should be on his way there now. ”

“That is curious.”

“Yes. And Reeve is not the only one you should keep in mind.”

OH COME ON CANON.

#Veld #Verdot #I suppose I should say here #I typically do not ship them sexually #when I refer to relationship it is about the depth of what clearly can be parsed #but remains so flipping elusive #whatever THAT is #I ship it with a whole bloody armada #I guess there's some #headcanon #in here too #just a smidge #meta rambling #Veld of the Turks #Tseng of the Turks #Reeve Tuesti #exsiliumductoris #multifandommuseroulette

[theoreticalconstruct]

Yellow Hair (FFVII, C/T/A, SFW)

Title: Yellow Hair Fandom: FFVII (OGC for now.) Characters: Cloud/Tifa/Aerith Notes: Missing scene when the group is staying at the inn in Costa del Sol. Written for the prompt Yellow for the Multiamory March 2021 prompts at @polyamships as well.

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Costa del Sol might be an overpriced tourist town, but Aerith has to admit, it's kind of nice having an inn with a nice shower.

She traces her fingers over Cloud's wet hair. He'd come to their room, asking if he could take a shower there; apparently Barret was taking too much time in his, which was odd, but after what they'd all been through she could understand if he just wanted the company. Now he was fast asleep, as far as Aerith could tell; Tifa had pushed the two twin beds together when he'd asked to stay there, and instead of objecting he had just fallen into bed in his overpriced resort pajamas.

She likes his hair this way. It's much softer without all of the product he uses to keep it spiked, and still a vibrant yellow color. "Hey, Tifa," she whispers to her as she approaches, her dark hair wrapped in a towel after her own shower. "Was Cloud's hair always this color?"  

"Believe it or not, yeah." She grins. "Look at it - if he bleached it, it'd be a mess. I should know, I tried once when I was a kid."

"Really?" Aerith raised an eyebrow at her, then smiles. "I cannot imagine you with blonde hair, I guess - dark hair suits you. And yellow hair suits him."

"I always thought so." Tifa's smile fades somewhat as she looks down at him.

Aerith can see the regret in her face. And she can never quite resist the urge to try to get to the bottom of regrets, even if it's not the best time. "I wish I'd known you both as kids," she whispers, a bit wistfully.

"No, you don't."

To her credit, Aerith doesn't jump when Cloud speaks up. Tifa does, which makes sense, she'd been trained to be ready to fight at a moment's notice and sometimes she thinks she needs to fight even when she doesn't. Aerith sees this and puts a hand on her arm to calm her down. "It's all right," she says softly. She looks back down - Cloud has reopened his eyes, the Mako glowing faintly in the dimly-lit room. "I hope I didn't wake you up," she says, smiling.

"You didn't. Just can't sleep." He takes a deep breath. "Sorry. Just... not a lot of happy memories from my childhood."

"Yeah," Tifa says softly in agreement. "I was a stupid kid. There was so much I should've said when they talked about you and your mother, and I just... didn't." She sighs a bit. "Guess I was afraid of... I don't know, not being liked enough?"  

Cloud's blue eyes flicker up to her. "That wasn’t your fault, Tifa," he reminds her. It sounds like a conversation they've had before, and Aerith, for a moment, doesn't know what to say.

"I know, but... I still wish I'd been better." She closes her rust-colored eyes for a moment, looking tired.

"You are now, right?" Aerith reminds her. "That's something."

"Yeah. Guess it is." Tifa smiles at her - that always makes Aerith happiest, she thinks cheerfully, seeing someone smile when they weren't before.  

Cloud smiles, just a little bit, glancing up at Aerith. He's more relaxed around her now, at least. Maybe she can't blame him for holding her at arm’s length; she'd been a stranger to him before, and trusting strangers in Midgar can be dangerous. But for some reason she really wants them to trust her, so she's doing her best. "I guess we all have regrets," he says. "Just... not really in the mood to talk about them right now. Maybe later."

"Okay, okay... guess we should try to get some sleep instead." Aerith, mostly dry from her own shower, relaxes next to him, and grins up at Tifa. "You joining us?"

"Umm," she says, and Aerith can see her blush just a bit. "I guess that's fine if it's okay with you two."

"Fine by me," Cloud says - and yes, he's blushing too, especially since the part of the bed that's left is on his other side. Yes, he's definitely not used to this, Aerith thinks, and the thought makes her want to laugh out loud, but she holds it back. It's nice to have them both there; she doesn't want to chase them off by embarrassing them too much.

"Okay," Tifa says, and Aerith watches as she sits down on the edge of the bed, slowly sliding over until she thinks she has enough room. As much as Aerith wants to throw her arm across Cloud and squeeze her hand, or maybe stroke Cloud’s yellow hair some more, she waits. They're still feeling this out, she reminds herself as she closes her eyes, starts trying to drift off to sleep. She can wait a little longer.

#Final Fantasy VII #Cloud Strife #Aerith Gainsborough #Tifa Lockhart #Cloud x Tifa x Aerith #clerifa #fanfiction #stuff I wrote #OT3

[xenodile]

listening to you talk tanks is cool (especially Dark Knight, I like watching my 3' 1 1/2" wol swing a sword as tall as him), so I wanted to ask: thoughts on Gunbreaker?

Alas, I can't give any comprehensive thoughts on Gunbreaker because I haven't played it past level 61.  The short version is I picked it up at 60, did 1 dungeon with it and said “Oh I don’t like how this feels.”  My preliminary feelings on it are that it's too cluttered. It feels like it has too many buttons just for the sake of having buttons. That and its cooldowns feel weird.

I mean just at level 60 when it starts out, a 60 second cooldown generic damage buff paired with a 57 second cooldown DoT that's not OGC so you have to interrupt your combo to apply it doesn't feel great, nor does the cartridge combo it wants you to do every 30 seconds being 3 separate buttons when its effectively the exact same mechanic as Paladin's Royal Authority -> Sword Oath combo.

Like, I'm sure it's good, and I know it's pretty popular, but it just does not appeal to me mechanically. The gunblade aesthetic also just isn't my style when I think "MMO tank".

#David plays FFXIV

[runicmagitek]

Tifa !

Our fighting queen! 😍 but of course - many thanks for the ask!

OTP for them: Aerti all the way. I always loved her with Aeris/Aerith (don’t mind me, my mind is forever stuck on the 1997 version of her name D:), but wow did the Remake really drive that home. Just love my ladies loving each other.

BROTP for them: The Avalanche squad, for sure! I was a bit meh over some of the tension between her and Jessie in Remake; I just wanted them to get along and not have weird headbutting moments. I also like to think once Cloud recovers and they both have time to heal, that they’re really good friends, as well. It’s just hard for me to see them as anything but one-sided until Cloud gets his crap together.

Other ships: Also really enjoy Tifa with Barret and Rude.  

What kind of fic I’d write about them: I’ve written a mix of super angsty and silly fluffy stuff for Tifa. Her backstory and characterization lend well for some really heartbreaking content, but wow, she deserves something kind and soft, as well. So definitely a mix! Also, I’ve gotten into a weird habit of writing silly meet-cutes for her and Aeris once Aerti Week rolls up, so who knows what I’ll do this year!

A favorite canon moment: From OGC, threatening Don Corneo. From Remake, holding the kitty.

Color that reminds me of them: Ruby for her eyes!

Song that reminds me of them: Oh geez, just look at any fic title for anything I’ve written for her lol more recently, I really loved Finally // Beautiful Stranger by Halsey, which made me think of her and Aeris (and yup, I named my last fic with them after that).

A headcanon about them: I always felt that Tifa would be self-conscious about showing off her midsection after Sephiroth sliced her open and left a scar (he left a scar I know there’s no scar on the character model but HE LEFT A SCAR FIGHT ME). As she got more situated in Midgar and she physically and mentally healed, she wore more revealing outfits to gain confidence, regardless of her appearance, and not let her past control her in the present.

A random AU I think up on the spot for them: I’ve had several college AU ideas for her (as I do with most of my faves). Also I could write a dozen modern-day bartender/florist AUs for her and Aeris, because reasons.

Anything else: While Celes is my favorite FF character ever, Tifa stole my heart as my first FF crush. I mean, look at her. Girl is flawless!

#tifa #final fantasy vii #meme thing #seshiiru

[spookyspaghettisundae]

Bullets Only Buy Time

Loud rap music thumped from the radio inside the car. Some old stuff from the ‘90s, but it all blended together. The smell of weed smoke hung heavy in the thick clouds, billowing out of the cracks framing the vehicle’s windows. The dead of night made way to the deep blue twilight of dawn.

Still, that uneasy feeling weighed down his gut. Tension in his torso, like every muscle was so taut, steeling itself like tissue constantly only seconds away from cramping up. He did not quite feel sick to his stomach, but even his insides felt weird, tingly. D-Baser took a long drag from the blunt and passed it over to the younger man beside him, on the driver’s seat: Kid Lizard.

No matter how many times he had staged these takeovers, it never got easier. D-Baser had checked his guns more than once. Nothing ever took off the edge. Drive-bys were usually easier to keep some mental distance to.

Knowing you were gearing up to kill some people? Up close and personal? Always the tougher deal.

He checked his sub-machine guns again.

Lizard arched a brow and let his disdainful look sweep up and down the guns resting in D-Baser’s lap and hands.

“You keep checkin’ that shit like that, it’s gonna fall apart from wear 'fore we even walk in that sorry-ass joint,” he told D-Baser. “'Sides, we’re gonna need some special toys for this crazy mothafucka.”

D-Baser clicked his tongue, shook his head.

Lizard’s nostrils flared and smoke shot out of them like jets, like a dragon’s breath. He held the blunt back out to D-Baser.

“I got some tequila in the back if this ain’t enough to calm yo nerves,” Lizard told him.

D-Baser clicked his tongue and shook his head again. He rolled down his window, letting some of the heavy cloud of smoke escape. Cooler morning air poured inside, carrying the salty smell of the sea. Almost soothing. He had come to love that smell and had even missed it a bit.

“A'ight, suit yourself,” Lizard said in a high-pitched tone, smirking. He took another long drag from the blunt and placed it in the ashtray. “Might change yo mind later.”

D-Baser was doing his damnedest to zone out. He could not stand this sort of casual talk. Never liked the way some of the other muscle in their crew—especially younger ones like Lizard—did all their little rituals of chest-pounding and braggadocio to get themselves in the right mindset to walk into a place, guns blazing, and waste some sorry motherfuckers.

Unlike them, he fancied himself more Zen. Turning inward, almost like meditating. Not that he cared to learn anything so spiritual—out of respect towards ancient traditions—but just because it worked better for him. Accordingly, D-Baser’s focus blurred as he stared blankly ahead of himself.

“Shit, man, I need you on top of yo game tonight,” Lizard said. He slapped D-Baser on the chest with the back of his hand to tear him out of his trance, earning himself a glare of contempt from his homie. “I’m tellin’ ya, this one’s gonna be a weird one.”

He pointed at the five-story apartment building they had parked outside of, across the road. The silver rings on Lizard’s hands glinted in the dim light from the rising sun.

“Why the fuck are we waiting till it’s light out, anyway?” D-Baser asked him with a sneer. “The heat’s response is faster like this. What the fuck is the boss thinkin’?”

Lizard stopped pointing. His attempts at acting cool melted away and he had likely forgotten whatever he wanted to say. A lop-sided smirk stayed plastered to his face, revealing gold-plated front teeth that sparkled in the rays of morning sunlight.

The fiery ball rose across the horizon, blood-red and slicing through distant clouds.

“He didn’t tell ya nothin’, huh?” Lizard said. It did not sound like a question.

D-Baser averted his gaze and stared at the horizon. Seeing it always gave him a weird sense of nostalgia—marveling at that same vista of the morning sun as it bathed the silvery skyline of all the towering high-rises in all manner of beautiful colors, and the broken dreams it painted in his memories—mixed with the misery and death he had seen ever since and authored with his own two hands.

Those hands looked clean right now. Scrubbed them clean plenty of times before. Palms marked with wrinkles and lines, some scars from knife cuts and other scratches. How long had he been in the game already?

Another backhanded slap to his chest from Lizard brought him back. He glared at his homie again, and the tension started making way for anger. The red heat welling up in his belly rose and almost reached his hands, almost made them curl up to strike back as a little lesson.

But he appreciated it—the anger was good now. It balanced out the tension somehow.

Lizard still grinned at him like an asshole and opened the driver’s door, getting out.

“C'mon, lemme show you the toys. Yo peashooters only gonna help you so much today,” Lizard repeated.

He rounded the car to approach the trunk. The sigh that escaped D-Baser rattled out into a groan and he followed suit. The hip hop track thundering away inside their car resonated outside of it, and only know did he really consider that their targets in the block across the street might be aware that they were there.

Thick, heavy curtains masked the insides of the building. In the small cracks between them, only darkness lurked behind grimy windowpanes in desperate need of proper cleaning. That darkness stared back at D-Baser. Like something or someone in there watched.

Watched him.

He tore his gaze off the windows and the eerie absence of anybody behind them and looked at the contents of the open trunk. Lizard had already popped the lid and made a sweeping gesture with his hand, like some sort of goofy stage musician presenting his main act.

D-Baser had to look twice. He did not quite believe what he was seeing. He had expected an overkill of guns and ammo back here.

Not this.

Arrays of pointy silver rods, wooden stakes, diamond-encrusted and gilded crucifixes, mean-looking machetes, and small plastic vials with cheap stickers depicting the Holy Mother Mary.

“Yo, what the fuck is this?” he asked Lizard.

D-Baser picked up one of the sharp-tipped silver rods and weighed it, surprised by how heavy it was.

“Yo, put that shit down,” Lizard cautioned him, shoving his hand and the stake back down towards the trunk and looking around to see if anybody had seen it.

D-Baser glared at him and resisted, shaking the silver stake at him.

“What’s this Dracula shit? You fuckin’ kidding me here? Y'outta your fuckin’ mind?”

Lizard’s grin widened, so much so that it had to hurt. His gold-plated teeth drew D-Baser’s attention again, the engravings of the letters forming “LOVE” upon them on full display. D-Baser hated Lizard’s look so much. Such pretentious, flashy bullshit.

“Boss said we’d be needin’ this. That’s why we’re waiting for sun-up, yo. I’m baffled he didn’t tell you nothin’,” Lizard said, the pitch in his voice rising with each sentence.

D-Baser rolled his head, letting his neck emit some cracks. Lizard patiently awaited his response.

“I just got back from a gig outta town, haven’t met up with the boss since I got back. You seriously tellin’ me the boss thinks that Marv and his boys are fucking Draculas or somethin’?”

Lizard cackled, asking, “You been seein’ that pretty piece o’ meat on the other side o’ town? I get it.”

“Whatever—get off my ass. Answer my fuckin’ question, foolio.”

Lizard’s wide, shit-eating grin slowly crumpled, reverting to the former lop-sided smirk until it fully faded from his face. Something dark flashed in his eyes.

“Yeah, boss said this, all serious-like. Like, he slapped the shit outta OGC when he started ripping into him with jokes about his Nosferatu rant.”

Lizard was dead serious. D-Baser read it clear as day, mirroring how the warmth from the morning sun was spreading throughout his limbs as it hit upon his skin. You could not make this crap up.

Now the nausea set in.

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” D-Baser muttered.

No reply from Lizard. D-Baser took a deep breath and weighed the metal stake in his hand again.

“Well, fuck. Is this like the movies? Bats, stake through the heart, heads off, garlic, and all that shit?”

Lizard grabbed a stake, some holy water, a cross, and one of the machetes, sticking the objects into his belt and pockets.

“Not gonna lie, homie. I don’t think the boss really knows himself. He sent me and Noize around town to round all this shit up and he didn’t seem to really have a specific plan.”

D-Baser stared at Lizard. The anger dissipated. He was not mad at this kid anymore.

“Shit. Boss finally fried his brain with some of the hard shit? I saw some shit outta town, but this is the whackest shit I’ve heard or seen all my fuckin’ life,” D-Baser said.

He felt like he was standing beside himself, like he was listening to himself speak. All of this was surreal in so many ways. So unsettling that, rather than sinking in, he was slipping out of his own body for a spell. Whatever he was preaching to Lizard right now, it reached his own ears with delay, like it had to pierce through a fog in his mind first. Everything he said, he said it more for himself than anything else.

Kid Lizard was still just a kid, as far as D-Baser was concerned. Sending them in broad daylight, armed with vampire hunting “toys"—as Lizard had aptly put it—to make a hit on some lowlife punks trying to muscle in on their turf?

Whatever unhinged crap the boss was sending them to do, doing it like this was bound to get the kid killed.

Then D-Baser looked up. That darkness behind the windows of that apartment building, it still loomed. Looked back at him, like something there stared at him with burning malice. The heavy bass continued to thump from inside their car, the blunt smoke had all escaped from it, his vision of the block unobscured.

The darkness, it leered. Lusted.

Lizard stayed silent.

D-Baser wondered right then and there if he was not losing his own mind. The tension was fully back, and he stuck one of the silver stakes into his belt. Crammed two of those ridiculously cheap-looking plastic holy water vials into his pocket and snatched one of the machetes, cradling its grip in his palm for a moment.

"Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” D-Baser repeated, muttering again. “Need to have some serious words with the boss after this shit.”

Lizard slammed the trunk shut and made his way back to the driver seat where he grabbed his guns.

“Sun’s up, my man,” Lizard remarked.

D-Baser returned to the car’s front as well but pushed past Lizard and grabbed the blunt from the ashtray, firing it up with his lighter again in one fluid motion, and taking a deep, long drag.

Blowing the smoke back out sounded like a hurricane to him, drowning out the thunder of his own heartbeat in his ears, the blood pumping furiously in it, carrying an appetizer of adrenaline to come. He felt it in his bones. The music still droned, though the rapping rhymes barely got through to him in any comprehensible fashion.

It did nothing to remove the edge. If anything, D-Baser felt even worse than before. Muscles so taut they felt like steel being bent to the point of snapping. His stomach had made a 360-degree twist and he counted his blessings that he had not had a bite to eat all night, or it would have probably splattered out onto the dirty curb right about now.

Where he looked at the asphalt, where sidewalk and street met in gritty marriage, he almost saw that imaginary spray of projectile vomit. Then his mind’s eye replaced it with splatters of blood.

D-Baser looked at Kid Lizard. Lizard shot him another stupid grin, theatrically brandishing his pistol and machete like some idiot posing for a lousy movie’s promo poster.

He did not even have it in him to sigh at the kid. Deep down, he knew this was not going to end badly. Lizard was going to die.

And while he silently refused to believe that vampires were real, the shadows behind those windows, leering inside the building, that darkness maintained their oppressive air. Like the curtains were hiding some ominous presence. His mind refused to combine the thoughts of some goons like Marv and the fictional concept of vampires.

Then again—had they ever seen him out in daylight?

D-Baser tossed the blunt away and leaned inside to grab a sub-machine gun. He checked it again, assuring he could shoot some motherfuckers.

“Fuck it. Let’s go kill Dracula.”

He marched towards the building with newfound determination, tightly gripping the weapons in his hands. Lizard followed with delay, taken aback by D-Baser’s fierce pace and sudden burst of determination. This was how his generation rolled.

Vampires, no vampires—did not matter one lick, all just some dumb motherfuckers who needed wasting. That was the way of this city. That was his way.

As these things always did, time slowed down and sped up in equal measure. Like a blur, D-Baser acutely registered every small detail around him and yet none of it really breeched his consciousness, waiting with unholy patience to crash down on him once his day’s work was done.

Kicking in the door, wood splintering and something smashing into a glass table, hostile reaction waited. Crept around the shadows for a few seconds. The dust had yet to settle around D-Baser as he stood inside the entrance, gun raised, allowing his eyes to suggest to the dark premises within.

Then the hissing started. People inside, hissing at him like feral cats.

The sub-machine gun’s muzzle roared to life with flashes of light, unleashing bullets all at three different targets. Figures lunged at him, leapt at him from several directions. He barely swiveled, bracing against the recoil with years of experience and training the sleek little steel weapon on each of them, gunning them down like anybody else.

One of them twitched after eating a dozen shots. Then another. He only realized after the fact that sharp fingernails had scratched his leg from the floor where one of them dropped. He rammed the metal stake right into a rib cage.

Not as deep as he had hoped. It thrashed and clawed at him, fingernails scratching up his shirt and skin like little knifes. The struggle was on, thrashing against each other as a person riddled with ten bullet holes wrestled with D-Baser at the door.

Kid Lizard was somewhere inside now, screaming, dragged through the darkness of the room by two figures, the motes of dust dancing in the meager light pouring in through the front door.

The third one had gotten up faster than D-Baser had expected, and the searing pain of fangs piercing the flesh, and blood being sucked out—it all hurt like hell.

Gritting his teeth, he did not scream. He would not. Did not want to give this creep the satisfaction. He instead slammed the vamp into the doorframe and then threw himself out with it into the sunlight.

D-Baser groaned with pain as the human figure clinging onto him—fangs sunken deep into his shoulder—exploded into flames. The fire licked at him and burnt his skin, wracking his body with searing pain. D-Baser shouted and kicked and flailed around, throwing the creature away from him, sending it rolling onto the sidewalk where she went up in bright flames like a dry bale of hay.

His own clothing had not caught fire, fortunately. Unfortunately, judging by the phenomenon he was witnessing right now, vampires were real after all.

D-Baser did not really have the capacity to concern himself with such thoughts right now, though.

Lizard’s screams behind him had died down and made way for pained, gurgling noises, orchestrated and punctuated by what sounded like wet bags of meat slapping against hard counters. Or flesh tearing. It was not like D-Baser was familiar with this sort of noise. Motherfuckers he normally dealt with tended to use guns and knives, not claws and fangs.

Emitting a string of profanities as he shot a glance down at the deep wound on his shoulder, from which blood rhythmically and menacingly pumped out, D-Baser ejected the clip from his gun and he inserted a new one to replace it with a motion reflecting his callousness and routine.

The gurgles from inside the apartment briefly sounded like Lizard was whimpering and pleading for his life.

D-Baser’s gun flared up with more automatic fire, short burst after burst peeling the horrific monsters off Lizard’s mangled, twitching, half-dead body. The vamps only reeled; the bullets only bought tiny windows of time. The stakes were not as effective as D-Baser instinctively believed.

A glint of sunlight flared up off the surface of the machete as he slung it out of its place on his belt.

More work to do.

Always work to do for men like him, in a city like this.

—Submitted by Wratts

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