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violetlunette · 5 months

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Twst SPoilers!

“Honest” Fellow: Golly, Gee! I’ve learned my lesson about forgoing schooling! And I’m so inspired by you that I’ll become a teacher! To education! NCR Students shrugging off rigor mortis puppetation: To education! Yuu: To jail! *Slaps cuffs on Fellow* You kidnapper and human trafficker! By god, you’re getting the chair!

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 6 months

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Halloween prompts year 2 day 15

Hood remained silent, even as he clenched the gun tightly in his hand. He hadn't even seen a hint of green portals or blond elfs but 200 witnesses couldn't all be wrong.

All of them had stated that a white haired meta with a gas mask was working with a blond elf with a leaf mask and that they had been the ones kidnapping the kids and teens of Gotham.

Jason had heard stories of fairies snatching kids and infants, sometimes swapping them out with a sickly one of thier own. But there were no trades that Jason knew of. Only missing kids.

Hell, all of the biggest child gangs around Crime Alley and the Narrows were gone.

As in gone gone. Not a single member was left nor any trace of where they could have been taken to. As much as he hated to admit it, he might need to ask for help from the Justice League Dark...

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Link stared down at the kids from his rooftop perch.

They looked...cleaner. Happier. They had gained a healthy amount of weight, no longer stick thin and weak looking. They had season appropriate clothing without holes and others hidden away in chests and armours for the coming seasons far off from now.

His spirit friend, Phantom, had panicked a bit after he realized what they were doing was trafficking, but calmed down once he pointed out that these kids would have a much better life in Hyrule than they would have had in the rotting trashpit that was Gotham.

If they would have lived much longer at all

Still, thier presence here was mutually beneficial. Hyrule had lost over 80% of its population in the Great Calamity and they were no where close to regaining the population they once had. All of thier forts, training areas, ect were specifically targeted and destroyed in the attacks and gardians and monsters were left in the ruins to ensure they could not rebuild what was lost

Which led to the bigger issues at hand. All the empty occupations.

The castle, and thus castle town, were ground zero for the disaster that wiped out the Hylian peoples. With it many businesses and trades were lost. Hyrule had few soldiers and those they did have desperately needed armor, weapons and training.

That wasn't all. Hudson construction had attempted to repair Castle town and eventually the castle, but they were wood workers, not stone masons. They knew little of the craft that was needed.

There were lessons and information in the castle archives covering most of the jobs and trades, as well as how to proform them, but the princess didn't see it as a priority. They didn't have the people necessary to teach these crafts and the castle and town surrounding wasn't really a priority anyway. Not with all the people who still needed help around the kingdom.

Phantom helped a lot too. Other than helping them build towns for the kids (the child gangs actually really liked having a town all to themselves) he did a lot of other random jobs around the kingdom, much like Link himself.

Unfortunately, his next trip to Gotham lead to a run in with the "Red Hood" and the phrase, "Was that a fucking fruit grenade?!" Link did not know what the word "Fucking" meant but the Hood man would not tell him. He is learning a lot of new words from this guy, words that Phantom appearently didn't like cause he loudly scolded Red Hood like a naughty child the first time they met. It was hilarious to see this tiny 15 year old tell off a giant tank of a man.

Link couldn't see the mans expression due to the odd red helm the man wore, but he could tell he was cowed, even if just a bit. Then he began speaking to someone who wasn't there while pressing his finger to the side of his helm where his ear should be. Is Red Hood ill? Does he have a mind sickness like the ones Phantom told him of when describing his parents? Or is this something Link doesn't yet understand...either way he doesn't think he's getting more children for Hyrules future in this trip...or anytime soon if those ominous masked people landing on the rooftops around them had any say in the matter.

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 15 days

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I have a new AU as it turns out.

Moon gets fed up with Eclipse coming back after Lunar kills him and legit sells Eclipse to whoever bids the highest.

Is Eclipse happy? No. Is Solar happy with Moon's decision? No. Is Ruin happy? No. Sun is happy as a clam and Lunar is pleased. Earth is quite disappointed but won't voice her opinion on the situation.

And how is Eclipse treated? Absolutely awful. His magic got stripped from him and he's treated like a servant and pet to abuse.

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #bid to lose au #fnaf eclipse #fnaf moon #fnaf solar #fnaf ruin eclipse #fnaf sun #fnaf lunar #fnaf earth #snoweytrashposts #snoweytalks #snoweyrambles #snoweyrants #tw human trafficking mention #is it human trafficking if they're a robot? to me: yes #tw abuse mention

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konkuurito · 2 months

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ON THE KURONUMAS VERSUS THE INAGAWAS--

the kuronumas' mark in the criminal underworld is of course, not limited. however, the kuronumas are the largest distributors of cocaine in both california and the united states. to maintain their booming industry, the kuronumas claim a lot of businesses used for both money laundering and as fronts for their industry. oftentimes, jay will try to negotiate a buy-out with competitors, whereas his father minato would snuff them out completely.

the kuronumas' greatest enemy in los angeles are the inagawas who frequently try to sabotage their drug trade. however, the inagawas prefer to deal primarily in human capital, using many hotels throughout los angeles, the rest of california, and expanding out into other areas in the united states. they use these hotels for their own human trafficking rings. it's seen as a great source of pride for the inagawas to capture kuronuma clan members and make them into human capital.

it was, of course, the biggest honor to receive the kuronumas' wakagashira--their second in command--on a basically a silver platter.

#so they're both pretty awful but the inagawas are far worse #they're a smaller clan but they are absolutely a threat #*・ﾟⁱˢᵐˢ⁺ — ↳ like a villain; i couldn't be.#drugs mention //#human trafficking //

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cardboard-aliens · 2 years

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Sometimes I think people kind of miss the point when it comes to bioshock characters. you're not supposed to LIKE the cast. They're SUPPOSED to be unlikeable. You're SUPPOSED to find them absurd and be disgusted with their actions. It's supposed to strike contrast with YOU the player, who has to be the active humanity in the situation. It's supposed to highlight how far Rapture fell from a healthy society because of it's lack of regulations. Characters who are morally upstanding people are supposed to be few and far between in these games. That's the POINT.

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #cardboard cutouts #sometimes people try to woobie these characters too much for my tastes #they're a majority 40+ businessmen who were down with human trafficking they are irredeemably #this isn't to say they're bad characters. don't misunderstand me. they are just bad people.#ryan had people who he cared about and who cared about him. but because he put himself first he pushed away all of his connections #fontaine CLEARLY had abandonment issues which makes sense why he would custom make a person with no agency and throw away personas #sinclair had taken his one step towards atonement in putting the life of people he hurt above his own. and then died thematically fitting.#they're satisfying characters and serve well in their narrative roles #they're just not your best friends

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aspenforest732 · 4 months

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Mortem ad Wrens Chapter 24: We Could not Bear to Break

Summary:

tw: human trafficking, kidnapping, being called ‘it’ Little bit of fluff and groundwork before the human trafficking angst kicks into full gear.

Notes:

Giran’s here! I like to headcanon that he checks up on the people he helps. The start of the kidnapping will be tagged with [KIDNAP START] and goes to the end of the chapter. Just as a reminder, there will be an overview in Chapter 26 if you need to skip the human trafficking portion of this chapter and Chapter 25. ‘text’ JSL text thoughts

“Set the table, Giran’s coming,” Dabi said as they walked in the door.

Akira set their duffle by the couch before heading back to the kitchen. The smell of curry wafted towards them, bringing a grin. ‘What, no hello? How have you been? Where were you?’ they teased.

With a huff, Dabi just shoved the mismatched bowls into their arms and continued cooking. “I saw the news.”

Akira tilted their head as they came back for utensils. ‘And? Hand Job didn’t recognize me.’ At Dabi’s scowl, they added, ‘Also, Eraser knows you’re alive. He joined the unofficial Endeavor abuse investigation.’

Dabi stilled, pot quietly bubbling. “Eraser Head,” he ground out. “The same underground hero who went to my funeral and tried to launch an investigation into my death.”

Akira froze, spoon clattering to the table. ‘I… didn’t know you had history.’

“We met a couple times at hero galas when he actually attended. Never liked my old man. Or people in general.” Dabi resumed cooking as Akira hesitantly finished.

Not long after dinner was ready and Akira took out their contacts, Giran arrived, crooked smile grim. “I’m afraid this isn’t as much of a social call as I’d hoped.” The pair tensed as the broker sat down. “Mori, your family’s digging around again. I’m keeping them off your trail for now, but one more show and I can’t guarantee you’ll be safe here.”

Akira swallowed hard and nodded. ‘We knew it was a risk aiming for U.A. Try to keep them off Fat Gum and Sun Eater if you can.’

The rest of dinner passed in mostly silence, only occasional pleasantries exchanged. Giran did raise an eyebrow at the pill Akira downed with the meal but left it alone. As Giran eventually got up to leave, he palmed a note into Akira’s hand without a word. A few more names and pronouns to pass along. Once memorized, the note was incinerated by Dabi.

Mortis crouched on a rooftop, listening to Haru arrange a meeting with two of their suspected traffickers. One was partially covered in scales while the other had no obvious quirk. Their focus seemed to be on quirk and Quirkless trafficking with an emphasis on children.

Not ideal given our pool of potential bait, but not the worst. Mortis would normally be outside their age range, but they still didn’t look it. Ayaka and Azumi were still recovering, and Kano was too young at 7 to be risked. Their only other option was Kichi, who probably wouldn’t be approved by the task force since he was Quirkless.

Mortis wanted to try following the pair again, but from the past week, Mortis and Eraser Head had learned they watched the rooftops. Staying ahead of or keeping pace with the pair made them too visible, but falling behind led them to empty alleys without a sign of passing. Instead, Mortis trailed behind Haru to make sure he wasn’t followed.

Dropping off, Akira made their way to where the district was supposedly being revitalized. There was some construction equipment and progress being made, but much of it was still in shambles. Most of the rubble was cleared out, but the structures still seemed pretty unstable and damaged. Akira sighed as they checked their phone for an update from Dabi, a few members of the League seemingly still at the apartment. Team bonding seemed a little uncharacteristic of the group, but they weren’t completely incompetent according to Dabi.

A couple hours later and some fed alley cats, Mortis slipped their crutches on and made their way to Eraser’s patrol route for the night. They watched a few buildings over as he wrapped up a fight with some muggers and called the Detective. A few minutes later, he joined them on the roof.

“Social or business?”

‘Business. The exchange is happening in one week at a location that will be sent two hours prior.’ Mortis explained. ‘Given what they’re looking for, our recommendation is either myself or a Quirkless kid. We have one who has the stamina and constitution and would be willing to act as bait. I’m a little high-profile, but we know the police’s lack of faith in Quirkless abilities.’

Aizawa scowled, “An irrational doubt on their part. I’ll speak with Tsukauchi.” As he turned to leave, he paused. “Was there something else?”

‘Can I finish patrol with you? Tonight is quiet by design,’ Mortis hesitantly signed.

Aizawa’s expression softened, “Yes, I take it you can’t go back to your apartment?” At Mortis’ nod, he sent a text. “If they’re still there by the end or when you want to wrap up, you can stay with us.”

As they eventually started heading back to Eraser’s house, Mortis noticed there was something on his mind. ‘Care to share?’

“Perceptive as usual,” Eraser huffed. After a moment, he continued, “Have you told anyone about Zashi and I?”

Akira stumbled as they pulled to a stop. ‘What? Of course not! I never share personal information of pros unless the information or pro themself pose a threat to people I care about.’

“Good. We appreciate it.” Aizawa went to lunge to the next roof, but Akira grabbed his wrist for a moment before dropping it.

‘Did you see something suspicious? If someone is casing your house, I need to know.’ Akira searched his face with wide eyes, trying to hide the fear and growing concern.

Aizawa frowned, “No, and it’s not your job to worry about those things. We’ve been over this.”

Akira firmly shook their head, ‘This is different. There are people who might target you because of me, and I need to know if I’m putting your family in danger.’

“Kid, pros make enemies every night, especially underground-”

‘I’m not talking about that!’ Akira signed harshly, rounding to fully face the hero. With a heaving breath, they stared into Aizawa’s eyes, forcing themself to let all the anger, worry, and fear show. ‘This is beyond petty criminals, Yakuza, and even the League. I am telling you. I need to know if they’re getting close.’

Taken aback, Aizawa stared back, searching their face. After a few minutes, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine. What am I looking for?”

Akira threw up their hands before signing, ‘Literally anyone casing your house, trailing you or your family, checking in too often or too personally, anything. I can narrow it down from there.’

Aizawa stared back before shaking his head. “What hell family do you have.”

Akira bit back a giveaway answer before signing, ‘The worst kind.’

“Hey Dad, Akira. Pops left you plates in the fridge.” Hitoshi turned slightly from his show at their entrance.

‘Insomnia acting up? What day are you on?’

“Technically my fourth since it’s 6 a.m.” At Aizawa’s concerned look, Hitoshi sighed. “I know, if I can’t sleep by tonight we’ll call Auntie Nem.”

Aizawa ruffled their fluffy purple hair as he walked past. “Don’t stay up too much later, Mori,” he said as he headed to his bedroom.

Akira barely finished the leftovers before trudging to the guest room and crashing.

Akira silently padded into the kitchen, giving Bastard a few pets once he hopped onto one of the stools as they watched Yamada make lunch. With Hitoshi watching a hero documentary in the living room and Aizawa elsewhere, now could be their last chance. Akira lightly tapped his arm as they shifted into view, trying to keep their face impassive as the blonde turned. ‘Mic-sensei, watch your back in the Hero Commission. Please tell me if someone asks odd or too personal questions or starts following you.’

“Good to see you up, little listener.” Yamada’s grin faded into confusion. “Is this what you talked about with Shou last night? He asked me the same but didn’t say much else.”

At least he knows when and what to share. Akira nodded, signing a quick thanks before padding away. Tension still pooling in their shoulders, they sat next to Hitoshi. After a few minutes, Dabi pinged his location as “Safe,” and Akira stood up.

“Hold up, kid,” Aizawa drawled from the doorway to his and Yamada’s hallway. “You were right.” He plodded over to hand a tiny device to them. “Put it where they won’t look; it will start transmitting your location one hour before the scheduled time.”

Akira looked up at the night sky from atop an apartment building, counting to keep their breaths even as they tried to find the constellations they’d read about. The street below was quiet as their legs swung against the side of the building, and Akira pointedly did not look down. Hands gripping the edge of the roof tightly, they picked up the barely audible thump of someone landing on the roof behind them.

Hearing Eraser’s measured steps, Akira carefully swung their legs back onto the roof and scooted a little bit away from the edge. ‘Need something?’

“Mori, why are you sitting on the edge of a roof?” Eraser cautiously slunk forward, hand almost too casually grasping his capture weapon.

Akira cocked their head. Why would that be a problem? We roof hop all the time. It’s not like… their eyes widened in realization. ‘Oh! No, I just like star gazing now that I can do it, and it’s efficient to work on… balance.’

“On the edge of a nine-story building?” Eraser gave an unimpressed gaze, although he did relax marginally.

As he stood beside them, Akira nodded resolutely and forced themself not to look over the edge. ‘High enough for my current reaction time, low enough to not be fatal if I misjudge the distance.’

Aizawa studied them for a long moment before sitting next to them, feet almost touching. “Hitoshi could use a parkour partner. I trained him Tuesdays and Thursdays after class, and now we use those days to focus on parkour.”

Tensing, Akira hurriedly signed, ‘Did we mess up your training schedule for the sports festival? If he had said something, we could-’

Aizawa held up a hand. “No, they liked that schedule better than Mondays and Fridays. If you want to work on your balance more, parkour can help either way.”

Akira hesitated, gently worrying their bottom lip.

“You can think about it,” Aizawa said gently. “I did want to speak with you tonight about what you might face with the case.” At their gesture to continue, Aizawa said, “Since they will either know or figure out that you’re a U.A. student, they may try to get information from you.”

‘Don’t worry, I won’t give them anything,’ Akira signed dismissively. After a moment, they added, ‘What is the average student’s pain tolerance? Wouldn’t want to raise suspicion.’

Aizawa stared back. “You will give them the information they ask about pros, teachers, or the schedule. We can run damage control, and you’re not going to suffer to prove a point.”

‘It’s not a big deal. Not like they’re going to do worse than what I’ve already been through,’ Akira shrugged. Looking away out of habit, they tensed as vertigo made the buildings and street below swim. Akira shook their head, closing their eyes to wait for their senses to return to normal.

Aizawa’s hand gently grasped their arm to steady them, riding out the small flinch. When they opened their eyes again, Akira frowned at the hero’s concerned, slightly amused expression. “You’ve been roof hopping for years, and you don’t like heights?”

Akira blushed, looking towards the middle of the roof this time. ‘I know it doesn’t make sense. I’m working on it.’

“Zashi is deathly afraid of bugs.” Akira looked up at him in confusion. “I’m afraid of hospitals and of losing the people I care about. Everyone has something.”

‘You have reasons for those fears. I have reasons for my other fears. This,’ Akira gestured at the street. ‘doesn’t make sense. It’s just one more “fuck you” from the universe after being trapped my whole life.’

“Why are you afraid of Zashi?” Aizawa asked quietly after a few minutes.

Akira sighed, running a hand down their face. ‘He’s confusing. I don’t know what to expect from him, much less what he expects from me. That’s dangerous with his quirk.’ At his confusion, they continued. ‘I know first-hand what a quirk like his is capable of. I’m not keen to find out what happens when I cross a line I haven’t found yet.’

“He would never intentionally use it against you,” Aizawa gently tried to reassure them. “Zashi would calmly tell you that you’d crossed a line and, depending on what you did, may give extra homework, scold you, or step away from the situation.”

Akira’s eyes narrowed. ‘To do what?’

“Cool off. Sometimes he goes into a soundproof room. Sometimes he quietly grades by himself. Most of the time – unless I’m the one who crossed the line – he comes to me and talks.”

After a few minutes, Akira stood up and stretched. ‘I’m heading back.’

Aizawa let them pass towards the middle of the roof before quietly asking, “How’s Toya?”

‘Stressed. The League put him in charge of the names I passed for the trial run, but they’re not giving him any information on where they’re going or what they’re doing.’ After a moment, they added, ‘I didn’t know you two had history. He knows you tried to launch an investigation after his “death.”’

Aizawa nodded, expression darkening. “It was the first time I saw how corrupt the Commission is.” Akira’s head snapped up as they tried to school their expression. “I couldn’t get anywhere, especially after Rei was hospitalized and turned into a scapegoat.”

Akira nodded slowly, hesitantly confirming him as a prospect.

[KIDNAP START]

Akira carefully tested the empty quirk suppressant cuffs around their wrists, putting on a show of wincing as the spikes dug into their skin. Haru cuffed them over the head and the three tensed at a deep chuckle from the far end of the warehouse.

“Careful now, gentleman,” the voice purred. “Don’t rough up the merchandise too much.”

A somewhat distorted lone figure with dusty grey skin and glowing red eyes stepped out from the shadows. Trench coat billowing behind him, the figure sized up Akira.

Shit. Mortis felt a deep sense of calmness wash over them, smoothing their features.

“Impressive, how did you acquire such a… unique specimen?”

“The kid was poking their nose where they don’t belong,” Haru said casually. “We were going to have some fun, but your offer came first.”

Isao dragged Mortis forward and the figure circled them, observing the slight twitches. “A fighter, as I would expect. I’ll take it for what we agreed upon.” Tossing the briefcase to Haru, the figure grabbed Mortis by the arm and led them out of the warehouse.

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votsalot · 4 months

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the mythology of this country is so damn stupid yet so impenetrably ironclad in the minds of so many people

#we painted people who trafficked humans and didn't want to pay taxes on the ceiling like they're gods

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txttletale · 6 days

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the pretence of innocence about constantly asking trans women to deny that they're pedophiles is so transparent and stupid. like, the reason the 'not involved in human trafficking' shirt tweet is funny is because when you see someone, with very little prompting, deny some heinous accusation, the main piece of information you register in your mind is that the accusation exists. all these asks and 'just answer the question'-ing are an attempt to get every trans woman on this website (and, more generally, in the world) to wear a NOT A PEDOPHILE shirt. and we all know what questions such a shirt raises!

#tattletxt

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littlestfallenangel · 9 months

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Funniest thing about Cass becoming the next Batman is if she also has to play up the frivolous multi-millionaire act.

Debutante Cass needing to pretend to be the lucky orphan picked up by Bruce Wayne in some little village in some East Asian country no white person has ever heard of nor cared about.

Cass playing the part of the spoiled, air-headed heiress, which turns out to be shockingly easy because rich people clutch their pearls when she stirs her coffee with the dessert spoon. She's a little disappointed because she watched Legally Blonde and Clueless like 50 times each to memorize and prepare lines.

Cassandra Wayne, wild heiress going to drug-filled parties (to trace the stuff back to the supplier) and hiring sex workers (to investigate whether or not they're human trafficking victims).

Cass attending charity events for photo ops with the most awkward forced smile you can imagine.

#cassandra cain

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artbyblastweave · 7 months

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One thing I really enjoy about Fallout New Vegas is that it's really really good at modeling The Long-Suffering Protagonist Who Things Just Keep Happening To. Fallout 4, one or two things happen to you at the start, and they're doozies, but then for the most part you start happening to everybody else. You don't suffer that many ignominies. Fallout New Vegas, you get shot in the head and dumped in a shallow grave. Two different guys stick a bomb collar on you and force you to run errands. You have to dodge howitzer fire like in that one Malcom In The Middle Episode. All your organs get stolen. You think you're gonna get an easy payday killing some feral ghouls at a test site and then boom, you're getting canonized as a saint by a ghoul rocket cult, pouring radioactive coolant out of toy rocket ships into a real rocket ship one at a time. You get tricked into initiating a nuclear strike. Twice. You play a shell-game with human trafficking victims to bluff a guy into thinking he's pulling a tantalus when it's really just beef. You're forced to have conversations with Mormons. You simply get involved in more situation per situation, hands down. Sole survivor's memoir, I mean, whatever, it'll be okay. Courier's memoir? Oh boy

#thoughts #fallout new vegas #meta #fallout #shitpost

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