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starry-nights12 · 9 months

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Play Among The Stars

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Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationship:Ekko/Jinx (Timebomb)

Word Count:2,227

Tags: Angst, Established Relationship, Firelight Member Jinx, Bittersweet

Summary:

"Am I your girl?" Jinx asked softly.

Ekko sat and stared at her for a minute.

The two cities was on a verge of civil war, Enforcers invaded The Lanes looking for her, and riots happens were an almost daily occurrence.

The world as they knew it was shattered because of her actions.

Author's Note:

As kids, Jinx and her siblings going out to do jobs while Ekko usually stayed behind.

Now as adults, Jinx takes Ekko to Piltover for the first time.

I completely forgot about this idea until I talked to @redrum-alice. Go check out their art! It's amazing🫶♥️

Thank you @su-univeralai for beta reading!

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It's been a few months since Jinx bombed the council chambers.

The Enforcers and residents have been on high alert ever since, never knowing when the blue-haired menace would strike again.

Her wanted posters were plastered everywhere in Piltover and Zaun, yet no one has seen her since.

A new, bigger barricade was built on the bridge. There was an influx of Enforcers patrolling the streets below and terrorizing The Lanes on a daily basis.

Unbeknownst to them, a monkey mask and owl were in the shadows peering over the edge of the highest roof.

Jinx chuckled as she zoomed in on them with her lens, she lightly smacked his arm. "Look at those dumbasses," her mask distorted her voice to be more high-pitched and robotic.

"Sooo busy monitoring the potential terror from below that they're clueless from the threat from up above."

Ekko hummed in agreement, "I remember. You told me that after you bombed the Enforcers, you strolled in to get the gemstone." His mask contrasted with how his voice modulator deepened his voice.

Jinx guffawed. "I did! Those dummies were so cocky by not adding extra security to their prized possession. But I showed them!" She bragged.

"And that you didn't have a disguise," Ekko added.

Jinx shrugged, "I already use spray paint to draw and trademark my work. There was no way I was gonna let some chump claim the biggest robbery in history."

He pursed his lips and faintly nodded as if to say, 'Fair enough'.

He stared up at the sky. The stars and moon were much more visible on this side.

Jinx took off her mask, inhaling deeply with a sigh, "Breathe in that fresh, Piltie air, Little Man. This was what you've been missing." She stretched her arms out and twirled.

Ekko did the same, their air was more breathable than the dense smog they were used to inhaling growing up.

He clenched his fist and glared at the sky. They've turned something as simple as clean air into a fucking luxury.

Her magenta eyes always glowed softly in the night, with small blue veins around the corners.

When he thought she died on the bridge a part of him died too. They were a permanent reminder of how even though he kicked the bomb, he failed to save her. Again.

You should have done better. She almost died. If you were successful then she wouldn't have needed shimmer to save her life.

Fuck, If you could have found another way of convincing her to leave Silco then we would have still been friends. We wouldn't have fought on the bridge in the first place.

Jinx's giddy chuckling brought him out of his thoughts. "You think I've become their version of the Boogie Man?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, "The Boogie Man?" He repeated wryly.

"Yeah, like," she stood upright with her arm behind her back.

"Listen to your parents, kids," She said in a gruff voice, wagging her finger as she paced.

"Do your chores, eat your vegetables, do your homework, and go to bed on time. Or else the big, bad Jinx will crawl through your window and get ya!" She snickered then cracked up.

She wore a wide, playful smile. He loved the small gap in her teeth and freckles adorning her face. It was adorable.

But back to the topic at hand, it made Ekko scoff.

Just yesterday while out in the market gathering supplies, he and his brothers helped intervene with Enforcers harassing a vendor and his family.

"I think they've been using us Zaunites as monsters for their bedtime stories for years. They just have a name and face to it now," He said.

"Besides, they're more a threat to us than anything. They've always been."

"Exactly!" She pointed at him. "They never cared about us. They've always ignored us until I made it known that we can fuck their shit up. We can ruin everything just like they did for us."

We.

He didn't doubt that someone from the Undercity could attempt to start another revolt on how mistreated they'd been for decades.

It just so happened that the one who lit the fuse was his best friend.

Ekko sat down with his arm on his knee, "Do you ever regret it?"

Jinx's eyes momentarily widened before they narrowed at him, "Why would you ask that? I know you aren't going soft on the Pilties."

His lips curled, and he wrinkled his nose, "Of course not."

"I know you wouldn't. But why would you ask that? I'm just confused."

"It's just that if you didn't, you wouldn't be a fugitive. You'd be free."

She would have liked that.

Her and Ekko, hand in hand without a care in the world. They would be able to go on dates like everyone else - doing a little PDA while they were at it.

They would have been able to go to more places than their Firelight base, shimmer raids, her hideout, and now atop a rooftop in Piltover.

She frowned then sat next to him, "It's true. I do miss being able to wander around like I used to." She linked their arms and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I wish we could go on dates in public. You wouldn't have to worry about being arrested with me," She murmured then sighed softly.

She shook her head and quickly licked her lips before she got her answer out. "But, I don't regret killing them. Those bastards had it coming for years," She affirmed.

"If I didn't do it then someone else in The Lanes would have. I just happened to be the one brave enough to do something about it.

They don't treat us like people. They've always treated us like abused animals. They watch us struggle through cages, laughing at how uncivilized we are compared to them," she squeezed his arm tightly.

"They've enjoyed our suffering for too long. Enjoyed keeping us in check about who really is in charge of everything. There's only so much a person can take before they snap."

Her eyes seemed to glow brighter. Her lips pulled back into a snarl and her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily.

He didn't say anything for a minute and stared at her.

There was a threat of civil war between the two cities. Enforcers have flooded The Lanes determined to find the domestic terrorist. Riots between them and Zaunites were an almost daily occurrence.

He had one or three drinks - he loved his people, but sometimes he wanted alone time to de-stress - he was leaving the bar when he saw them.

The two women were searching for her.

Caitlyn relayed what happened at the canary, her hatred for Jinx was evident even under her calm tone. Her eyes were determined as she informed him about what happened.

They were a stark contrast to Vi, who had acquired bags under her eyes with her hair slightly mussed. She asked if he had seen her little sister anywhere.

Jinx told him about the tea party. He told them he hadn't seen her since that night on the bridge.

It was to protect Jinx.

It was also to keep both women safe from her.

The consequences of Jinx's actions were the reason why their entire world was on the brink of collapse.

Her heart stalled when he removed his arm.

What did I do wrong? Is he mad at me? Disappointed? I’ve never seen him disappointed in me before. There's no reason for him to. Is there? He wanted to know how I felt, and I answered honestly.

Gosh. This was supposed to be a date. Talking about the state of affairs of two stupid cities is definitely not romantic.

Her worries were quickly dispelled when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to him.

Maybe they should have waited. Then it would be that person's problems instead of Jinx's. But even then, she would still be wanted for murdering those Enforcers.

Ultimately, he couldn't change the past. He had to live through the present.

Despite everything that was happening, he loves her.

He was in love with her since he was fourteen, and he loved her now. No matter how messy things were, he would forever be thankful to have her back in his life.

She glanced at him and gently knocked her knee against his. He spread his legs to make room for her, she moved to sit in between them, resting her legs on top of his.

Her hand cupped his nape and the back of his head as she pressed their foreheads together.

"Am I your girl?" She asked softly.

He always thought he would die with his unrequited crush. He was too nervous to tell her as kids, then everything in their lives fell apart.

She wanted him out of her life, so they went their separate ways.

They only met each other on the battlefield. He knew it was foolish, but a part of him still longed and cared for her.

But seven years later, the impossible happened- a miracle if you will. They were currently entranced by the other's presence.

He cradled her cheeks, his thumb rubbing comforting circles. "You will always be my girl. Nothing will ever change that, Jinx. I promise," He asseverated.

She leaned into his touch and smiled, her eyes softening.

She already knew the answer, but her heart swelled with pride and filled her with such an immense amount of warmth in her entire being from hearing him confirm it.

She brushed a stray dreadlock from his eyes and pushed it behind his ear. She ran her tongue slowly across her lips.

She darted her gaze into his eyes, he closed them, his heart pounding in anticipation as he waited eagerly for her.

She placed her soft, purple lips tenderly around the edges of his mouth and lingered.

A decidedly pleasant shiver ran down his spine as her tongue slowly glided across his lower lip.

Her teeth caught onto his lower lip, gentle tugging switched to lightly sucking them. He felt her smirk on his lip as she drew out a quiet moan from him.

She had barely done anything, yet excitement burst within him as it was the first time they kissed.

It didn't matter how many times they did this, he always craved her. His heart, mind, body, and even his very soul belonged to her.

She was alive.

She was here.

And she loves you.

She wants you as much as you want her.

Only her.

She released his lip, faintly brushing hers against his.

He leaned in to finally connect their mouths, but he opened his eyes when she covered his mouth with her hand and wore a cheshire grin.

"You gotta admit though, I came up with the best date idea," She boasted.

He suppressed his groan of disappointment. She can be such a tease when she wants to be.

He rolled his eyes as he held her wrist to move her hand away. He let out an amused huff, "Alright. No need to make it a contest."

"Because you'd know I’d win." She gently wiggled his wide nose in between her fingers and then flicked it.

She giggled as she got up to stand and slapped a hand over her mouth to conceal her startled laugh. Ekko had smacked her ass as payback.

She glared at him over her shoulder. "Stop you perv! Gods," She chastised playfully, swatting his hand away.

He chuckled mischievously, biting his lower lip that failed to restrain his cheeky grin.

She shook her head and tittered. She's been rubbing off on him.

"Piltover this," she held her right hand and moved her hips in that direction. "Zaun that," she held her left hand and repeated the action.

"Forget about them!" She clapped her hands then spun around in his direction. "I feel like dancing!"

"But there's no music."

"Yeah, there is. Our voices can make music. It's called singing!"

He snickered, "Fair point. What did you have in mind, Sugarbomb?"

"Hmmmmm...." she pressed her finger against her lips, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

A grin broke out and she clapped her hands together. "I got it. Hold on," she cleared her throat and hit her chest for good measure.

"Fly me to the moon. And let me play among the stars," she gestured to the sky.

"Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words, hold my hand," she offered her hands.

Ekko held them and she helped him stand. She placed her hands on his shoulder as he put his on her waist.

"In other words," she looked at her boyfriend expectantly.

Ekko chuckled softly. "Baby, kiss me," He sang.

Jinx stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

They continued like that, singing to each other while swaying gently.

They got lost in each other's eyes and never wanted to be found.

Everything and everyone disappeared. Nothing else mattered because they were the only people in the world at that moment.

They could momentarily forget the harsh reality of the world as they danced.

They were a couple enjoying a romantic night under the moonlight and stars.

Two lovers.

A woman with her man.

A fugitive with her harborer.

#timebomb #ekkojinx #ekko #jinx #frelight jinx #arcane #arcane fanfic #fanfiction #my post #my fics #my writing #angst #gift fic

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sliver-ofstraw · 2 months

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So uhhh...

So there was like, this ancient, right. Something-something- Symphony. Been wiping useless stuff and that happened to be there, so yeah, only remember that part of the name.

Anyway, they've.. really hated the absolute hell out of ascension as a concept and also iterators apparently. Their whole mentality's like, that one "stop building iterators" meme - assuming you've seen it - except if that meme had "and therefore clearly we need to blow them all up" at the end.

Soo yup, that goof goes around trying to fuck iterators up or something, generally via causing significant internal structural damage. Council on a local gal - named Panicking Static - decide that's fucked up and they need to come up with something to stop Symphony. PS's admin, who's like, part of that, sits around, decides everyone else's ideas are too tame for what the dumbass's been doing, so he rotates over to PS to talk to her specifically about it, because.. why not, i guess. Static immediately suggests iterator-ifying Symphony, since apparently according to her that would be funny, admin fella agrees and yeeeah.

Don't know the precise details of this specific chunk, but apparently he's managed to get himself appointed as the admin of some other ongoing random iterator project nearby, basically nicking himself a where-to-shove-symphony-later place.

Anyway Symphony meanwhile learns them PS residents want to fuck them over, gets mad and infiltrates the city and later her superstructure. Static and her goof of an admin take that as a free opportunity, and while Symphony goes around doing their thing, Static gets a random axon to stab them and inject them with... a thing - something along the lines of a ridiculous amount of nanobots, if i recall correctly - that'd basically slowly and painfully - because these two aren't normal - reconstruct Symphony's entire flipping body into uhhh.. your generic suspiciously ancient-shaped iterator puppet. Immediately after that they lock Symphony up in a random portion of PS's can they couldn't just escape out of, and i guess they just stared at em as the funny happened.

Then while Symphony was just straight up unconscious after that entire process, the two shoved em into that work-in-progress superstructure and called it a day, i suppose.

..Also they casually renamed them into Major Inconvenience so nobody suspects anything much. And didn't install anything that'd allow them to actually communicate, via broadcast or not, once again for pretty much the same reasons.

so overalll... yup. That happened. And i uh, may or may not have viewed several private broadcasts to nick most of the information.

..I swear, it's almost like my local group and the whole area we're sat in has all the least normal events going on.

This broadcast frequency didn't show this in my inbox. Sorry.

What a normal event for sure. I'd be interested in hearing more bizarre stories in the future if you have any!

#needles in the haystack

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sammysorrowful · 1 year

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Only For Tonight - Hero x Villain Snippet

Villain and Hero work together to try and fight a more dangerous threat at hand.

"Villain, hey, do you think we can postpone our weekly battle till next week?" Hero asked as they landed on the roof of the building.

"What?!" Villain called out in response. Hero sighed. They knew Villain would react like this. Villain was a "villain wannabe" as the press described, and yet also the city's number one villain. They were kind of hard to take seriously. Hero didn’t know how they had been evading the law for as long as they had. But, overall, Hero knew Villain was harmless.

Hero was the city's superhero. Nearly every city had one. But then again, nearly every city had villains too. But this order was being thrown out of balance recently. More villains, real ones, were coming to power, and more heroes were needed.

"I've been planning this all week! You can't just cancel on me last minute like this! Plus, I'm about to turn the moon into a nuclear wasteland! Isn't that a biiiig threat you have to focus on?! I thought that was a big step up from last week!" Villain whined.

"No no, your plan is about as much of a paradox as always--"

"A para-what-now?"

"Good. That's a good thing."

"Yes!" Villain hissed with glee in their victory. Villain never did win their battles, but took victory in their schemes being clever.

"But, you know, Villain, I value our time together. But more threats, bigger ones than just yours, are coming around. And it's--" Hero sighed in frustration as they searched for the words. "It's dangerous enough for you to even be out here! People are getting hurt. Badly." Hero spat.

"...Hero..." Villain muttered. "Are you...afraid of those people the news were on about?" They mumbled and stepped away from whatever device they had cooked up this time.

"I'm not afraid of them. I'm just afraid of what they can do to people like you who don't care about their own safety." Hero grumbled and jabbed their finger towards Villain. "So- just, go home. Okay? This is serious." They spat. Villain laughed.

"Wow, Hero, you've gotta be kidding!"

"Wh..." Their voice trailed off.

"You were worried about me? Oh that's rich! Newsflash, buddy, I can handle myself."

Hero opted to just ignore the 'you were worried for me' comment and move on.

"Villain, I know things tend to go in one ear and out the other with you but now's not the time to be a dumbass!" Hero shouted. Villain quieted. It wasn't exactly every day that Hero got seriously upset. Hero grabbed Villains shoulders.

"So just go home." Hero said finally.

Villain and Hero locked eyes for a good moment. Villain tilted their head and looked past Hero.

"I think it's a little late for that." Villain said and vaguely pointed behind Hero.

Hero's expression darkened as they heard the laugh.

"Well isn't this quite the news story?" The villain said as they came into sight.

"Threat Villain..." Hero mumbled.

"Uhhh who?" Villain added.

"I can see the headlines already! Local hero is protecting the city's number one villain! Or, well, former number one villain." Threat Villain said slyly.

"Hey! The hell do you mean 'former'?!" Villain spat.

“The Council of Villains, real villains, not you, decided this City is a great place to set up. Your old news now, Villain." Threat Villain explained and fixed their glasses in a threatening manner.

Villains expression visibly soured at being called such a name.

"You were "Number one villain" because you were the ONLY villain." Threat Villain said with venom in their voice.

"Okay, well, Hero and I here were in the middle of something, so I’ll give you one chance to back away.” Villain said. Threat Villain did not take the chance.

The fight was done. And Hero was in shock. When Villain fought against Hero they would always keep up with some kind of comedic shtick. Villain loved doing off the wall things like that. But Villain seemed actually enraged towards Threat Villain during that fight. Villain did have a temper but never one like that.

But, overall, they had gotten Threat Villain down and tied them to a pole where the police would find them later.

Villain was preparing to leave.

"Don't think you've escaped the wrath of my moon-explode-inator." Villain grumbled. Yeah they really needed to re-think that name. Hero laughed.

"Thanks for the help, Villain."

"Oh humor me," Villain blushed, "I was doing it for my title. It was only for tonight."

Hero poorly stifled a laugh. But they sighed soon after.

"I don't think we're out of the woods yet. They said there was a whole council of them." Hero explained.

"Pish posh, there is no 'we'. This was a one time pass, 'kay?" Villain said and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Hero called after Villain. Villain stopped. Hero became at a loss for what to say. So they said what they knew. “See you next week.”

#hero x villain #villain x hero #hero x villain snippet #hero x villain community #hero x villain prompt #heroes and villains #sammy's blood

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waheelawhisperer · 11 months

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Tell me you didn't just say RWBY running from a horde of monsters is the same thing as Ironwood abandoning Mantle and all who live in it to die.

Blake: You're right. And I think the right thing to do would be to stand our ground.

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Yang: But you're Huntsmen and Huntresses! You can't just back down from a fight!

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Ruby: We're loyal to the people counting on us to save them!

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These are all quotes directly from V7E11.

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Blake: Huntresses are heroes. We protect those who can’t protect themselves.

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This was from V9E4. Literally the episode before.

RWBY has consistently presented fighting in defense of others as the role of a Huntress. Admittedly, I do not give a shit about the Ever After or its denizens, but I do care about the show's messaging (Huntresses Are Heroes, Standing Your Ground Is Good, Running From The Enemy Is Bad), and that messaging falls flat when the heroes run from a fight against an enemy that has not been established as a credible threat to any combat-capable member of the main cast except for an unarmed and traumatized Ruby while a brainwashed noncombatant dies in their place.

Ironwood ran from a horde of monsters and Salem. Team RWBY ran from a much smaller and less intimidating horde of monsters and Neo.

Ironwood abandoned the people of Mantle who had not yet been evacuated and left them to their own devices. Team RWBY abandoned the Afterans who had not yet fled the Jabberwalker and left them to their own devices. See the similarities?

Also, Ironwood wasn't abandoning everyone who lived in Mantle to die, just the ones that hadn't previously been evacuated to Atlas. Do you think he's kicking refugees off the edge of his floating city or something?

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Ironwood: Because the safety of every citizen is imperative, the council and I have decided to evacuate everyone in Mantle to Atlas. I am withdrawing all defenses from Amity in order to assist with repelling the Grimm in Mantle.

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This quote is from V7E10 and demonstrates that Ironwood was, at the time, committed to evacuating the citizens of Mantle to safety.

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Weiss: Why would the general call us back without giving a reason?

Ren: Especially with evacuations still going on in Mantle.

Elm: You don't have to understand orders, kids. You just have to follow them.

Harriet: Civvy transports won't be stopping anytime soon. If the general says he needs us now, he needs us now.

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Ironwood: How do we know they didn't want us to bring people into Atlas by the thousands?

Vine: In trying to save everyone, we left ourselves most vulnerable.

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Blake: But we're nowhere near finished evacuating everyone! You'd be leaving Mantle to die.

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All of this was from V7E11. Ironwood was a dumbass and his decision to raise Atlas was motivated primarily by his own fear of Salem, but there is explicit textual evidence that he and his subordinates were working to evacuate the people of Mantle to Atlas prior to finding Cinder's chess piece in his office and that that evacuation had made significant progress, but was not close to finished. Ironwood is leaving a large number of people behind, but he is not abandoning all of Mantle's people to die. Just some of them!

Way to go, Jimmy.

#rwby

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stephenjaymorrisblog · 6 months

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When I Was Your Age

Stephen Jay Morris

10/31/23

©Scientific Morality

I don’t mean to be sesquipedalian. However, I do relish the use of vulgar, four-letter words. That's my writing style. Don’t like it? Go somewhere else. Don’t let me waste your time. Okay? No! I aint no keyboard warrior, I am a pen and paper iconoclast. Okay? Okay! Now let’s go to the subject at hand.

We have tepid biases, then we have severe biases. Both are an anathema to the traditional liberals, or so-called “Woke.” You know? Racism, sexism, ablism, agism and many others. Then you have acceptable biases like “Generation gap.” Also, there are geographical biases, astrological biases, and other silly ones, like music criticism, sports bias, etc. Does this sound familiar: “People born under the sign of Pisces are assholes! Most of them live in Florida! What a shitty state that is! Not only do they have criminals, but they have lousy sports teams!” It all sounds hateful and hypercritical, but it is acceptable in society. Just like political bias: “It’s alright to call someone a communist, but you can’t call them a nigger!”

The paleo-conservatives are much too cowardly to use racial epithets, so they use innocuous, acceptable biases like “geographical bias” to cover up their racial hatred and disdain for their political adversaries. Instead of saying, “A city full of niggers that is run by a Democratic city council,” they say, “Chicago.” Now that the conservative movement is being taken over by the White Nationalist movement, they’re even more at ease using racist terminology.

Today, I want to tackle the subject of the Generation Gap. Every race, creed, or color has had this problem. It is an innocuous bias that has been around since 399 B.C., the days of the ancient Greek philosophers. Quote: “The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.”― Socrates 399 B.C. End Quote. This didn’t just start with the Baby Boomers and their parents in the 60’s.

Every generation has its critics. Why do older people do this? Before I answer that question, let me point out that every individual has their own unique personality. Talking about generational issues, you tend to generalize. People who generalize are too stupid and indolent to elaborate. That is why most racists are stupid. So, why do most older people look down on the younger generation? Because they wish they were young enough to repair their misspent youth. Plus, they resent the better life their children have. Tag it “jealousy!”

Now, what I just said is a gross generalization. That may be true for some, but not all. There are parents who love their children, and those children reciprocate that love. So, who is “anti-youth?” Mostly, this sentiment comes from the political Right in America! They want all males to be masculine warriors who will protect the ruling class, and all women to be birthing wives to increase the White population. Don’t believe me? Tough shit! Just read the history of any Fascist nation; it’s all the same.

The U.S. political Right wants every male in this country to be a self-reliant, rugged individual. Conservative news website and media company, “The Daily Wire,” makes lots of money from attacking the so-called Left. One of its commentators, Matt Walsh, wears a Fidel Castro beard and is a Millennial who attacks Generation Z. He cited a psychological study that found Gen Z-ers are suffering from anxiety and panic attacks. Matt, being the dumbass he is, did not sympathize with them, stating “they are just spoiled kids.” I get the feeling he never reads any pamphlets published by the Roman Catholic Church. He also stated that he has never experienced a panic attack, so therefore, there is no such thing. Any individual who has this mind set might suffer from psychopathological Narcissism. He has no ability to empathize. I pity his children and his wife.

I am a 69 year-old, Jewish male. Beginning at 11, I grew up having panic attacks. It was embarrassing and frequently occurred in public. These attacks came out of nowhere, not unlike an Epileptic seizure. I got them not because I had Liberal, hippie parents who were lenient with me; As I learned through psychotherapy many years later, it was because my neurons weren’t firing correctly and I had a bio-chemical imbalance in my brain. Matt Walsh thinks with his balls, not his brain.

A major upshot of this modern world is that religion is dying, and science is advancing. So, we must endure schmucks like Walsh until natural causes take hold.

Just remember, the world is getting better and better!

#stephenjaymorris #poets on tumblr #poets of tumblr #baby boomers #anarchopunk #millenials #anarchism #anarchocommunism #gen z culture #Anarcho capitalism #anarcho primitivism #anarcho syndicalism #anarchofeminism #anarchoqueer #satire

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teecupangel · 1 year

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I don't think that Hytham was 17 at the start of AC: Vallhalla.

On the wiki it says that Hytham was born c.855 (or approximately around 855 A.D), so it is possible that he is a few years older then 17. Based on his appearance and how he acts in AC: Vallhalla, I've always thought Hytham was around 19-20 when he first met Eivor. There's is also the fact that 855 A.D hasn't been confirmed as his canon birth date.

Also if he was born in 855 A.D, that means he will be 12 years old in the upcoming tie-in novel The Golden City by Jaleigh Johnson. (The events of the novel takes place in 867 A.D)

I don't think that the Alamut Brotherhood would give a 12 year old (who probably hasn't finished learning all the basic skills, all Hidden Ones should know and master) the task of uncovering a Master Assassin's true loyalties, along side trying to stop an Emperor's plot to assassinate his own son.

My guess is that Hytham will be at least around 15 years old during the events of the upcoming novel. (Which would put his birth date somewhere around c.852 A.D)

*I apologize if this duplicate ask. My internet unfortunately cut out when I sent this ask the first time.*

Hi nonny,

This wasn't a duplicate. I think the first one didn't send :(

You raise a good point since Hytham is... strangely a big focus on a few novels (The Golden City and Sword of the White Horse, it's almost like he's a fan favorite, shame he isn't romanceable, eh, Ubisoft...) and the Golden Sword's 852 would mean he's 12 years old.

Unfortunately, unless someone has the novel "Assassin's Creed: Valhalla – Geirmund's Saga" and showed us which part of Chapter 23 says that Hytham is born approximately around 850 CE, we'll have to take AC wiki's word for it.

There's also the possibility that The Golden City would shed more light on his real age as it seemed to be set in his POV.

I mean, I think it would be funny for Hytham to be in his late teens in Valhalla because that makes his character more like a teenager trying to act mature to show his mentor he is ready (and maybe to impress a certain older Viking, hhmmm) but I did think that Hytham was around 19 to 21 years old during the main game when I was playing it. He just has that... 'just graduated' feel to him. XD

Although, Raza Soora looks like he was around 12 - 13 years old during the time of Assassin's Creed: Brahman and Connor left on his own to find Achilles when he was 13 years old so it won't be surprising if Hytham was 12 when the novel happened. The whole 'figure out if Basim is a traitor' is much harder to accept.

Although, considering that people can get married by the age of 14 during that time period, is it really that much of a stretch if the council in Alamut were dumbasses who thought a 12-year-old can sus out if a Master Assassin has turned rogue?

Let's also not forget, this is from the company that keeps saying Altaïr is 25 during AC1 when AC1 is set on June 1191 and Altaïr was born on January 1185 so he was 26 years old when AC1 happen. They don't have a good track of keeping ages and this is Jaleigh Johnson's first novel. I won't be surprised if she wasn't informed of Hytham's birth year in the other novel.

#ubisoft doesn't have a good track record on continuity #assassin's creed #hytham #is hytham a twink?#is he not?#idk #ask and answer

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Ok @verdiesque. You asked how to plot a longer work, and I hope you don’t regret that. 😉 Anyhow, here’s the most basic 3 Act structure I use when writing. It’s primarily based on the work of Syd Field, and like a lot of plotting systems used by me and other novelist/prose writers of varying lengths, its roots are in screenwriting. I’ve tried to use examples I think you will know or that are easily explainable/generic/universal so that they will make sense. If you need clarification or a better example, just ask.

OK. Let’s go.

Act 1 (Roughly first 25% or less)

Opening Image: We see the character where they are starting from in normal life and the tone it set. This will often be a deliberate mirroring of the Closing Image. (If you’ve seen the 1988 Dangerous Liaisons, this is done really well. We open with the Marquise de Merteuil at her dressing table, putting on her persona, and the last shot is her wiping her makeup off, all of which says so much about her and her world.)

Inciting Incident: Something happens to start the protagonist down his/her path. If this is a romance, this is the couple meeting. If it’s a procedural, the detective gets the case. In adventure, the hero receives a poke to start his adventure.

Plot Point 1: This is the moment that changes everything. The protagonist only has one direction available. In Star Wars, it’s the Empire destroying Luke’s home and killing his aunt and uncle, so he literally can’t go home anymore. In Black Hawk Down, it’s the literal title event—the Black Hawk goes down.

Act 2 (Roughly 50% or more, split in half around the aptly named Midpoint)

Pinch 1: This is a thematic reminder of what the story is about. The point of the Pinches is to apply pressure to the protagonist and keep the story from bogging down. (See Pinch 2 for more.)

Midpoint: If the trajectory of the story has been positive up to this point, things should start going wrong, and if the trajectory has been down, this is when things start trending up. I once heard the Midpoint described as the moment when characters stop asking questions and start coming up with answers. Frequently, this will be a big crowd scene or party. In Fellowship of the Ring, this is the Council of Elrond: All the free peoples of Middle-earth have gathered to discuss the problem of the Ring; they debate the feasibility of walking it into Mordor; a better plan is formed and implemented. The second half of the movie starts. (Aside--in the larger story of LOTR, this is Plot Point 1. Really well structured continuing series will do this, and it's awesome.)

Pinch 2: Another thematic reminder of why any of this matters and an application of pressure to keep the story moving. To use Star Wars again, Luke and Gang once more clash with Stormtroopers, which is thematic of fighting the Empire, and unifying because both times it’s Stormtroopers. (In an adventure romance I’m outlining right now, I do pretty much the same thing. Both Pinches involve battles scenes that don’t go great for the lovers because of the antagonist.)

Plot Point 2: There’s a dramatic reversal, and it’s usually very bad. Sometimes referred to as the Dark Night of the Soul, things are never worse for the protagonist. Very specific romance structures will sometimes differentiate between Plot Point 2/Dark Night of the Soul and the Break Up, but it’s essentially that moment. It’s Elizabeth Bennet, dealing with the fact her dumbass sister has run off and she knows that Mr. Darcy is in the world thinking ill of her.

There is an alternative to a Dark Night of the Soul, turning this into a moment of “I’m mad as hell, and I’m not going to take it anymore.” For an example, um, see Network.

Act 3 (Roughly 25% or less)

Showdown: Shit is now going to happen and get figured out for good or ill. The protagonist and the antagonist come face-to-face. Final battle, hero running through a crowded city to kiss his beloved on New Years Eve, etc.

Resolution: The hero’s problem is solved, either positively (we’re getting married!) or negatively (oops, I’m dead or dying), depending on the type of story you’re telling.

Closing Image: The final summation of your characters and themes and what you’ve been trying to say in a single shot/line/paragraph/chapter/epilogue. Bonus points if it mirrors the opening shot. (Examples: TE Lawrence on the road, Eleanor leaving to mirror her arrival in Lion in Winter.)

In a shorter work, each of these headings (beats) could just be a paragraph. Multiple beats can happen in the same chapter. In longer works, each of these might get their own chapters with all sorts of fun stuff in between. (Next post if you’re still interested—resources to help you figure out the in between stuff.) Point is, it’s flexible.

#outling #plotting #writing

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gay-otlc · 2 years

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Unlocked Recap

Everything I'm saying is accurate you can trust me bro

Sophie's registry file misgenders them :(

Being mad about the series' portrayal of trichotillomania, part 420

The council is either deliberately misunderstanding the Moonlark Project so as to not acknowledge they suck, or Shannon forgot her own character's motives. Hoping for the former.

Bronte listens to Foxfire gossip. Does he walk up to students and demand they spill the tea? What happens here? Shannon what?

Let Elwin punch Bronte 2k22

Elwin Does Not have time for alloromantic bullshit.

Transmasc Fitz rights

Biana has an ✨exceptional accent✨ hoot hoot

"when it comes to emulating Biana's style, the most important element is staying true to who you are" queer coded Biana confirmed?

Queer coded Dizznees have been confirmed from the beginning but always nice to see more of it.

Tiergan and Prentice got majorly sappho and her friend-ed by the Council.

Marella registered for the match, what's up with that?

Horses are only for girls now. But the Lost Cities don't have gender roles.

RUMOR HAS IT THAT MARELLA AND LINH DO ADDITIONAL TRAINING TOGETHER

Little Miss Perfect Della propaganda- unlikely the Matchmakers are good enough for the number one match to work out perfectly, she chose Alden for the image.

Marella has a stuffed kelpie named Sir Splashyhugs pass it on.

Exillium is a neurodivergent metaphor.

Elwin's nonbinary, it's canon now.

Sophie knows about the stallion. She just tries very hard not to think about it, which is fair.

Sophie's accusation that Tiergan lied to her is unfair. He shared way more than he was probably supposed to and when he did lie by omission he did so very badly.

Moral ambiguity!! :D

Oralie is arospec, it's also canon.

The FANCY VACKER ACCENT HOOT HOOT

Keefe hates the idea of making the matchmakers happy, sounds perfectly straight to me.

Fitz has unresolved feelings for Keefe and Keefe is like "hmm I'm wondering who all that romantic tension is meant for." Figure it out dumbass

We will never have enough of Sophie calling Edaline "Mom"

Similarly, we will never have enough of Dadwin.

Ro's still a bitch, but now she's a queer coded bitch.

Keefe got to flip Ro off! Slay.

Biana runs laps every morning hmmgngggjdlkf I am gay

Solreef family angst potential regarding Glimmer + Wylie kidnapped by Neverseen ???

Glimmer and Biana were definitely flirting with one another.

Tiergan has officially joined Grady in the protective anxious father squad <3

I think Keefe and Grady should bond over having a power that allows them to manipulate others and makes them fear themselves. As a treat.

#lol i forgot to post a recap after rereading so i went through the tag and i'm doing that now #kotlc recap

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Using the US military as a way of claiming ironwoods military wasn’t an occupying force isn’t the endorsement of ironwood you think it is,

Grimm are not a war, they have no organization, no plan of attack, unless Salem is nearby they’re effectively dangerous wildlife, and the constant presence of ironwoods drones and economic strife leads to higher negativity which attracts more of them, the fact you think grimm are some constant enemy presence again showed your flawed understanding of the world itself,

Ok then allow me to put it another way, ironwood gave mantle as much protection he could so long as he didn’t sacrifice any of atlas’ he gave atlas top shelf protection and gave mantle whatever he didn’t need in order to police them, because even if he didn’t admit it, however much he cared about mantle he cared about atlas more, hence why mantle didn’t even get an updated security system, because he ALWAYS prioritized atlas over mantles

Again, look how atlas never had to struggle, or suffer a constant military presence in their day to day life, heck even when directly under attack by Salem people just had a casual day in the park with no soldiers present, funny how that works

The s ivy project was a good idea that doesn’t mean leaving mantle with the bare minimum of protection is justified

He literally has camera drones following mantle citizens, how is that a sign that he “trusts” mantle in any capacity? Or how he didn’t even tell his fellow council members literally anything about what he was doing?

See? I used a comparison. What did you do? You simply go "US MILITARY BAD", make an actual argument. I dont need to be conviced that the US military is bad or has done bad things. Use that brain of yours to go beyond simple statements and make actual arguments. All i did was use a comparison of a military police force training local police force of a local government. Be better.

Grimm ARE a constant enemy presence. You would know that if you actually watched the show. Do you think the walls and defences that cities have are just for show? Grimm are said to be a CONSTANT threat that the huntsmen have to CONSTANTLY hunt through missions.

Yes, Atlas does not have to have a constant military presence on the ground... Because its flying... In the air... No shit sherlock? Some Atlesians being dumbasses when attacked is not a proof of anything, we had dumbasses in the real world who would be close near battle zones and even in modern times we have dumbasses that actively try to go to battle zones.

As far as prioritizing Atlas over Mantle. Welcome to the main critique of RWBY writing. Yes, Atlas is prioritized over Mantle. For NO reason. There is NO reason for Ironwood to not send at least 2-3 airships down to help Mantle. Literally NO reason. Because he can protect BOTH.

As far as camera drones go. Once again, please, do not create headcanon. The Camera drones are not following mantle citizens, it followed YANG once.

Also, dont even try to demonize Ironwood hiding a secret project from the council while team RWBY are CELEBRATED for it.

#rwby #rwde #james ironwood #atlas

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It's so funny how stans go around calling Ironwood a fascist while completely ignoring how badly that reflects on Team RWBY. That makes them fascist allies who were furthering said fascist's agenda for MONTHS, and they only stopped because he was no longer beneficial to them. RWBY really said "hey kids! Allying with a fascist is totally a-okay as long as the relationship benefits you!" Gross! Disgusting! Find better heroes!

And before anyone's like "weeeh but they had no choice" the writers could've made Robyn Team RWBY's main ally instead and they could've done sll kinds of cool espoinage stuff. She's literally right there.

begging rwby fans & the writers to actually learn what facism is because for a majority of the show, james was anything but. especially since we saw that his power could not only be severely undercut by the council in atlas but the one in vale too & the international agreement between the kingdoms. i’m sorry that ozpin wasn’t allowed to do whatever he wants & just hope things don’t go wrong but wasn’t that also a major criticism against him? can people pick a goddamn struggle.

especially since once again, james isn’t responsible for what happened in mantle. there are two other council members there & the frustrating thing is that we don’t even know where to assign blame because the amoebas with one braincell between them who’re writing this circus couldn’t even be bothered to actually do some worldbuilding. they just hopped from james questionable but good hearted to james is an unhinged psycho who’ll blow up an empty city because teenagers were mean to him.

it will always be so goddamn frustrating that these dumbasses are allergic to any nuance because there was so much potential in the atlas arc, especially between james wanting to do what he thought was best, rwby wanting to do the same & robyn having the potential to be such a good third player in the fray. instead we got a warped lesson in black & white morality you wouldn’t even teach toddlers because it was so fucking dumb. rwby were happy to go along with everything so long as they were getting free things & cool new toys & licenses. they were okay with lying to a man who was completely truthful to them, even more so than all the other adults they’d known, including ruby’s own uncle. these are the protags i’m supposed to side with?

#rwby #rwde #james ironwood #ais.txt #answered #q

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DUMBASS #3 AND THE CHANCE TO USE A FAINTING GOAT AGAIN

F.U Dorsey, you lied to me within the first two minutes of our phone call. You’re not good at that either. Another “entitled” guy wanting to be a cop. Yeah, Daddy issues again. This Dumbass is a sneaky person with a little knowledge, a lot of hutsva, and stupid. Here’s the background. JAN GRICE used to write me, Jan GRICE wrote to Chris Eubank and FAINTING GOAT DORSEY, plus the City Council of…

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So I have found Christel's old dairy and have hand picked some pages that I will leak here this is part five - spoiler.

[entry]

I have good news and bad news and the middle analysis.

The good news? I got a very good intership that can pay for my life alone.

Bad news? Tim drake is a boss. So yeah, I started to work in Wayne industries.

The middle analysis? Tim is a Gothic dumbass. Like the building from the outside and inside is fully black. Like pitch black. Who was he raised by? Batman?? A vampire? Victorian duke of evil?

On the other hand, I went out to the cinemas to have a RELAXING day. The cinemas was then attacked by firefly...

Me being a very tired dumbass. Walked out. And here I am now. As firefly's current nemesis.

Fuck this city. I can't have my cheese bread, neither can I have my movie time!

At least I found a cute cat..

[end entry]

We have so much to unpack in this one - red hood.

Yeah, like first of all. Christel really didn't like Tim as a boss. - spoiler.

Hmpn. He looks like a good boss to me - red robin.

I wouldn't want an insomniac as my boss. - black bat.

Huh! - red robin.

Anyway! Moving on! Hey firefly being her nemesis, I kinda forgot they were like that. - nightwing.

Yes after the apocalypse and the erasure timeline. He has started to space away from her. But he still calls her. His arch nemesis and sometimes kidnaps her time to time. - Robin.

A cute cat... Wait is the cat clayface? - nightwing.

Ohhhhhhh she is in for a ride!!! - red hood.

(@gotham-uni-council , @gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning , @gotham-is-fucking-weird , @scarecrowspawn , @formerarkhampsychologist )

#only in gotham rp

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fuck it b.tb s/i lore dump

(EXTREMELY long post under the cut. sincerely. genuinely. i wrote a novel. also, spoilers)

born Jane Child (in some legal documents its spelled as Jane C.hilde cause yknow how spelling was just straight up not standardized back then) sometime in the late 1400s (the date im using is 1490 but that could change very easily.

mildly poor family, not exactly peasants but tradesmen by birth. blacksmiths, carpenters, etc.

bc their family was yknw. lower class. they started studying/training to work very early on since it was necessary for them to help support their family since they very likely wouldnt get much from marrying. so between like 11-14 years old they started studying under a local midwife and eventually became apprenticed to her.

eventually became pretty good at it and started doing it on their own in early adulthood. became known as trustworthy, clean, and supportive.

married at around eighteenISH. to a man named nicholas fletcher, who was (huge surprise) a generational arrowmaker. his family had passed down a shop... or something.. for generations.

they were definitely bi and nb the entire time but bc of the restrictions of the era they never reaaaally realized it. jane and nicholas were never really. in love. there was no hate or anything they cared about each other very much but they were more best friends than anything else. in fact they probably never actually said i love you to each other like. ever.

bore a son that same year, who would be named bartholomew fletcher. barty for short :-)

stuff happens etc etc and they eventually get Ye Olde 15th Century Callout Post and accused of beign a witch by a noblewoman and was executed for it aroooouuund 1511-1516ish.

these next few points will be presented in greentext format bc i think its the funniest possible way to explain it

>be me, simple english midwife wrongly executed for witchcraft >spend the next several centuries in a dreamless slumber underground >wake up randomly one day >whole council of Shadowy Figures is standing over me >they explain ive been chosen for a "special purpose" and its an "honor" >mfw

>they ask me if ill go to the surface to find some dude they claim used to work for him but went insane and got too "dangerous to the veil" to keep around >dont understand but say okay anyway cause anything is better than being underground any longer >get up there, everything is weird and bright and different now >realize i have weird burns on my face from being burnt at the FUCKING stake >they (the shadow figures) told me no one can know what im doing so find a passable mask in a thrift shop >random child is walking on the street alone, apparently lost >help her home bc im dead, not a bad person >disappear before her mom sees >days pass, im at the city center >drew up my own wanted posters for the guy bc i have no clue where else to start >a group of people starts staring at me >look to see why >its the same FUCKING child i walked home days ago >she recognized the dumbass mask >whyaretheyinclownmakeup.jpeg >runaway.jpeg >think i escaped cleanly but they find me from the wanted poster >try to think of a lie on the spot but instead i claim im a janitor >a janitor. at a park. >claim the guy was wanted for trespassing and being a general nuisance >they seem to buy the story and leave >FINALLY find the bastard whos behind all this >pull out the magic bigass chain i got given by the Creepy Shadow People >thisisntevenmyfinalform.jpeg >he pulls out an even bigger hammer >ohfuck.jpeg >he homeruns me through a goddamn WALL. >end up landing next to the same weird clownpeople who almost figured me out the first time >apparently the guy merked their boss ??? >explain the story to them and theyre weirdly cool about it >decide to take a psychological approach, go back down underground and ask for the fun special book with everyones entire life story in it >ohoho ive got you now motherfucker. >random puppet seller or something who died alone, who cares >wait whos that >ohfuckpart2.jpeg >guy isnt a rogue agent at all, the new HBIC is the person who murdered him and they dont want him to be a problem for them. >struggle morally >find him again, try to explain whats going on and convince him hes in danger >he is not having it >the big fucking hammer is back again. >fuck this, time to activate my special ability: Big Ass Fucking Wrecking Ball >cold wind blows >the HBIC has arrived. >says i took too long so now theyre doing it themself. >pent up rage at wrongful execution 500 years ago builds up >guess i didnt deal with that trauma as well as i thought >animefight.jpeg >literally kill death themself. >shadow people come back to drag me back underground >wait no, theyre actually asking me if i want to be death now since i killed them >or i can go back underground and sleep peacefully for the rest of time and dream of my former life >show me what will happen if i choose to take the scythe >looks boring and lonely as shit to do for the rest of forever >show me my ex-husband and son who i will dream of if i go back >really struggle with it >remember that guy i was hired to find >remember clownpeople i bonded with while hunting his ass >god it has to be lonely for him to be the only dead guy walking on earth huh. >fine.jpeg >everyone is shocked to see me come back >they were sure i was gonna peace out after that bullshit >lolno.jpeg >tell dude hes stuck with my annoying ass now >he acts super irritated with it >end up spending time around him because our jobs cross paths >hes kinda funny in a mildly frightening way >deliberately spend more time around him because its not like theres anyone else around >shit hes kinda cool >shit hes kinda hot in a dead guy way what do i do, i think im in love with him now.

#paperheart.txt #god i have to . tag this now #parental death tw #death ment tw #ask 2 tag #i feel ike theres probably more but idk what else would need tagged so #childbirth tw #????#s/i: jane fletcher

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y’all please. This is hilarious

This man ran against Jay Inslee (D) for governor in Washington. Culp was the police chief of the tiny town or Republic Washington. From what i can tell he didn’t show any interest in politics until after the initial black lives matter protests and while i don’t believe he ever spoke aggressively against BLM, his followers seemed to think he’d do something to break them and end the protests. With how Seattle PD has been handling the protests the last thing we need right now is a hard right police officer as governor.

Now the fun part. Republic is a tiny town. population of only 1000 or so. Culp wasn’t just the chief of police. he was the ONLY police. Which meant that when he went on the campaign trail he stopped working as a police officer for the 2-3 months and the county sheriffs office had to cover for him. Seeing that work out well enough the city council of Republic voted to defund their police department, effectively firing Culp for abandoning his post for several months.

also at the moment Inslee holds a 60% lead and Culp has no chance of winning, but refuses to concede.

#election #politics #washington state #election 2020 #this man is a dumbass #there is some speculation here as i don't actually know what they city council memebers were thinking

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— RYOMEN SUKUNA || LET ME MARK YOU THEN

↳ featuring : ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sex, mention of hickeys and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 22 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.7k

↳ synopsis : (modern!AU) after your lectures, you decided to pay your tattoo artist boyfriend a little visit only to then be persuaded to let him draw a tattoo design on you even though you never actually wanted a real one to be marked with.

↳ barista’s notes : just a little gift to you all before today’s episode and the reset the ‘coffees in progress’ list (wip) when i get enough sleep and after my disgusting online classes, i hope you enjoy the free cup of coffee everyone ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ - also i feel like this is the longest imagine i have ever posted ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ

Having a morning full of tedious lectures was not someone’s ideal day and it was definitely not yours. Although, there was nothing you could do but pursue them through with as much enthusiasm and determination that you could possibly muster while being impatient about the hands on the clock taking forever to move a single inch.

However, at this moment in time, you were able to escape the suffocating lecture hall after many hours for today and was now walking down the busy streets of Tokyo with a white plastic takeaway bag in one hand while the other was occupied with your tote bag that was resting on your shoulder, which surprisingly kept hold of some of your textbooks as well as your laptop giving you some reassurance that the bag that your boyfriend gave you was going to last for quite some time.

Looking around the busy quarter of the capital, you began to notice a few high school students roaming about here and there with some hanging out with their friends - mostly likely going to a cafe or to the nearest karaoke lounge that they could find - while other were either rushing home as they entered the station or to their part-time jobs that they had managed to obtain for a few extra bucks to save up for their next step in life. Noticeably, there were also a few adults out and about with some working as street-food vendors selling delicious treats that you would be craving if you weren’t so full while others were dressed extremely professional with their laptops out on their cafe/restaurant table to what seemed like they were on their lunch break.

‘He should be on his lunch break right now, but if not, I’ll just put his food in the shop’s fridge’

Continue walking to your destination, you finally reached to a quieter area with the city leading you to then stand in front of a glass order with a ‘closed’ sign in front along with another extremely noticeable sign proudly stating ‘Malevolent Shine’ to which if you had said that to any tattoo fanatic within Japan, they would instantly know what you were talking about.

Opening the door, there was a sudden noise of a ring being heard leading you to immediately look up to see the silver bell that you told him to arrange since he always got annoyed about the number of potential clients popping up without his acknowledgement only to tell him that they didn’t book an appointment at all causing him to become more irritated - and as a matter of fact, you couldn’t blame him at all.

Looking around the tattoo shop that you had entered, there wasn’t a single person in sight leading you to come to the conclusion that you were right about his lunch break since his assistant would be at the front desk if they weren’t. Although there was no one to greet you, the dark atmosphere did. It gave an odd sense of comfort with its hints of red that could calm a customer down if they were worried about the tattoo they were committing to having on their body or if it was their first - especially when it came to him.

“Oya~ ain’t you a sexy customer? But I’m afraid we’re closed, but I don’t mind giving you a private session if you want, kitten” someone smoothly stated, leading your eyes to slowly shift to the person who was leaning against the desk with a confident smirk on his face. There he was, the mastermind behind the whole shop itself.

“Well, I’m not coming in for a tattoo but I am here to give a little gift, Sukuna,” you mischievously stated, as you lifted the white bag with the takeaway you had ordered for the man himself, leading him to look at you in surprised before tilting his head indicating you to come to the back with him.

Following his lead, you placed the bag on his table once you reached the backroom before placing your tote on the floor beside the table’s leg so it didn’t fall, letting any of your precious studious contents to be lost as well as avoiding any damage to your laptop.

“I’m surprised you’re using the bag, kitten,” Sukuna suddenly commented, as he sat on his chair while pulling out the white styrofoam box of Thai food that he always ordered along with a bento box that was wrapped in a black cloth.

“Well, how could I not? You did buy it for me,” you quietly mentioned as you took off your black longline coat before placing it behind your chair since there was nowhere else to put it.

“Did you make this?” Sukuna quickly questioned as he lifted the bento box causing you to nod at his question once you saw what he meant leading you to state, “I didn’t know if you were going to stay back tonight, so I prepared some food for you in case,” causing Sukuna to smirk since you were right about your assumption and it did catch him by surprise since he didn’t mention it to you today when he left your shared apartment.

“Thanks,” he quietly muttered before pulling his chair closer towards you so he could place a lingering kiss on your cheek to show his appreciation towards you. “How was class?” he then asked, as he began to unwrap the cloth of the box to your surprise since you bought his favourite item from the Thai restaurant but made no mention of it.

“Annoying, it was suffocating in there but the lecture was interesting so that’s a plus,” you answered, as you began to scan his messy desk that displayed the many drawings that he was working on. Some of the designs that Sukuna was drawing were almost complete, while others were in the same situation but for some odd reason, it was crossed out as if he was unsatisfied with the outcome that it was going to have which lead you to be perplexed since some of the drawings were incredibly detailed and beautiful. However, you didn’t have the eyes of an artist like your boyfriend did, instead, you had the eyes of someone that was able to analyse things exceedingly well hence why you decided to pursue a career as a criminal lawyer.

“How has the shop been while I was away?” you asked, as you carefully picked up one of the designs that the tattoo artist seemed to have scraped leading him to answer with an annoyed huff. “A pain, there’s been so many dumbass people coming in thinking they could just walk in and get a tattoo done immediately without even booking a meeting,” Sukuna answered before taking a bite of the soy-glazed fried chicken you made as he then continued with, “it was a good idea to get the bell since I could see if it was a customer I knew or not,”.

Looking at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but smile at the man as he continuously munched the context in the box as if he hadn’t eaten in the past week when in reality he had been raiding the fridge back home only just this morning. Slowly, you turn your head back to the paper that you were holding as you continued to admire the work of art right in front of you.

To be honest, it was quite simple compared to all the other ones that were lying about on his work desk but that didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. The light sketch depicted a short section of a branch or stem decorated with different types of beautiful flowers and next to it was the same design with the only difference of it being coloured lightly in case the client wanted to have options.

“What happened here?” you asked before tilting the paper to the side, letting Sukuna have a glance at the design he decided to discard.

“Oh, the client cancelled since I wouldn’t have sex with her,” Sukuna casually stated leading you to nod before taking another look at the design with a small smile on your face. Sadly, it was such a waste since the design was beautiful and it was disappointing to not see Sukuna put this beautiful art into life.

Some people might wonder why you were so calm about the statement he had just given you, heck even his younger twin brother Itadori Yuji thought it was weird that it didn’t bother you as much as other girls would have been. The reason was that you were so used to him having female attention as well as male attention and it wasn’t a surprise when people would book an appointment with him just for a fling or hoping for something more than just that - and even though you were calm, there was also a hint of jealousy and fear within your heart that you couldn’t help.

It was like the first time you saw him in your second year of high school.

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Stretching your arms, you had finally finished the last sheet of the budgets for the school clubs leading you to carefully clip the pile of sheets into the folder as you then stood up from your desk before quickly heading out of your homeroom, so you could give the documents to the student council president, who was a third-year within your school.

However, as you were walking past a few classrooms with some people greeting you with a smile, you came to a sudden halt when you saw a whole crowd of female and males students in front of you leading to a blockage of the halls and a blockage of the classroom you need to go through to hand the documents to your senior.

“Did you hear, I heard he was back?!”

“I can’t believe he’s back, I missed him so much!”

“I like Yuji’s kind and goofy personality, but how could you not love a bad boy like him?”

‘Bad boy?’

Carefully, you managed to find a gap between the sea of students and forcibly made yourself fit within the gap before badly struggling to make it through the arc of the classroom door leading you to nearly trip the second you got the chance to push through the gap to ender the class. Quickly looking around, you found your senior sitting next to someone who looked like your friend and basketball club member Itadori Yuji - well more like a mature replicant of the boy you were used to. However, unbothered by the sudden appearance of the new third-year, you speedily made your way to the council president and handed him the booklet that he needed today leading you to receive his gratitude.

Yet, before you could even take a single step away from your senior, you unexpectedly felt someone grab your wrist causing you to quickly turn around to find Itadori’s replica behind you leading to a few gasps coming from the students from the outside as well as in the homeroom.

“Is there an issue?” you firmly asked, as you looked down at his hand that had a tight grip on your wrist causing you to have a small glance at the two black bands that were tattooed around his wrist - even though it was prohibited to have any in your school, you weren’t the type to scold someone for having them since you weren’t sure on how the teacher’s thought it affected someone’s education.

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” the salmon-haired third-year curiously asked, as he began to admire your wrist by gently turning it for your veins to come into view before beginning to trace your skin with the tip of his thumb causing a light shiver to go down your spine due to the ticklish feeling as well as his deep voice which was the complete opposite to what you thought it was going to be.

‘So this is the infamous Sukuna everyone was talking about’

“Not really,” you answered as you looked at him causing his eyes to look back at you before you continued with “I don’t think it would suit me at all,”.

“I disagree,” Sukuna counteracted, as he went back to admire the blank canvas of your wrist that he wanted to draw on so badly. No not draw. Mark. “I think you’ll suit something, maybe something on your neck or collarbone at best actually,” Sukuna mentioned leading you to give him a confused expression before he then proceeded with his speech by saying, “I’ll convince you one day and mark you brat”,

‘What...did….he….just….call….me..?’

“Ah...good luck with that idiot,” you stated in an annoyed tone leading to a few of the admiring student to gasp at your wording as well as sudden confident as they were scared on what was going to happen to you now since Sukuna wasn’t the type to tolerate insults in a nice way no matter what gender you were. However, exceeding the audience’s assumptions, Sukuna began to smirk excitedly at your attitude as he suddenly found you more interesting than any other girl he has met at the back of the school.

“Be prepared, little kitten”

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‘That nickname….’

Back then Sukuna was known to be a playboy from what you could recall, every week there was news on the new girl he had managed to convince to meet at the back alley of the school while you were just being a model student with the dream of going to law school. However, during the middle of the school year, you began to realise that the common scandalous news that seemed to be popular enough for it to be on the front cover of the newspaper began to gradually fade as Sukuna slowly pushed himself into your life since you were close with his twin brother due to your friend being part of the basketball team as the assistant coach - she even mentioned that ever since Sukuna came into your life he had stopped his acts and change slightly because of you to which, of course, you denied at the time.

It was during the first term of your third-year that you agreed to give Sukuna a chance since he was constantly annoying you by popping up at the school gate after school to ‘walk you home’ ever since his graduation - when in reality it was to take you out somewhere - without fail even when you had to stay in a few hours. However, you had given him three conditions since you were still conscious of the consequences of dating someone with such a disgraceful built reputation - much to his dismay, he shockingly agreed.

If you are going to have a fling with someone behind my back, don’t think about seeing or talking to me again.

I know you are sexually active, but you have to wait until I’m ready.

Don’t tattoo me.

Let’s just say that Sukuna had managed to keep condition number one in check and you didn’t have to worry about it at all, while with condition number two he didn’t have to wait that long for you to give in to your desires which you could tell he certainly enjoyed when you finally gave him the ‘okay’.

Number three though...

“Do you want to try that design out?”

Breaking from your daze, you quickly turned your head to find your boyfriend staring at you - with the bento box practically empty at this point - while tilting his head to the paper that was still within your grasp.

“I think you giving me hickeys are enough in my opinion, babe” you jokingly mentioned leading to both you and Sukuna laughing at each other slightly.

“I mean, do you want me to draw it on you to see how it looks?” he then asked, causing you to look at the floral design one last time before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Trying it out won’t hurt right?’

“I need a confident answer little kitten, where did that feisty attitude of yours back in high school go?” Sukuna teased, causing you to give him the side glance before giving him the verbal permission that he wanted, leading him to smirk at you since knew his mockery would get you to give him what he wanted since you were also the stubborn type - a side that he always loved to play with.

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to your before pausing, leading you to look at him in confusion since you had already pulled your wrist in front of him, the same area he had grabbed back in high school.

“You’re wearing a lot of clothing today,” Sukuna muttered as he began to fiddle with the collar of your white silk dress shirt causing you to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, “well it is getting colder since the Autumn season is coming around,” leading him to hum in an understanding tone as he continued to play with the smooth fabric.

“I want to draw on your collarbone area, I don’t want to draw on the area where the client wanted it to be,” Sukuna stated as he lightly pushed away your wrist leading you to realise why he paused. “You can,” you quickly mentioned leading the tattoo artist to look at you to see if you were lying, only to see nothing but the light of the trust within your eyes.

Slowly, Sukuna began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of your shoulders were exposed with the top half of your shirt resting on the side of your arms to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of your bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly.

Admiring the skin that was in front of him, Sukuna began to trace the area with his thumb before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the same side of your neck before cradling your face on the other side with his other hand - as if it was a way for him to say ‘thank you’ for letting him do this.

Regrettably pulling away, Sukuna quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards your collarbone to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favourite canvas causing you to shiver somehow due to how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon your skin. However, what got you shaking the most was the constant feeling of your boyfriend’s breath being felt on your upper body now that your shirt was basically off - it wasn’t completely off to the same feeling when you were underneath him the first time you allowed him to make his claim on you.

“Baby, it feels ticklish,” you commented, the second you felt a different sensation upon your skin leading Sukuna to glance up to check if you were alright like you were an actual client before placing another kiss on your jawline in a way to comfort you since he had switched to his skin markers to colour in the design he had drawn on you.

“You’re being a good kitten though, you’re not moving a lot then I thought you would,” the tattoo artist whispered leading you to quiver as his deep voice was not helping so much with your beating heart - erratic to the point where you thought he could hear or even feel.

Due to Sukuna concentrating, you couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing you to glance around your room with your eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading you to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves.

As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that the arrogant Sukuna needed it to be honest, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Sukuna had famously done. However, not to your surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing you to sigh since you couldn’t help it - you couldn’t blame your boyfriend for being an extremely handsome man.

Unexpectedly, you felt another kiss being placed upon your cheek causing you to look towards your boyfriend with a smile on your face - it was as if he knew what you were looking at. “I’m finished by the way,” Sukuna announced, causing you to look at him with widened eyes since the drawing session was a little faster than you had anticipated.

Reaching over to a drawer in his desk, Sukuna suddenly pulled out a mirror before passing it to you, leading you to lift up the little instrument to see the result that was drawn on your skin.

“You changed the design,” you quietly stated, as you began to tenderly trace the design with your index finger as you began to admire the piece of art that was masterfully drawn on your collar bone. The tattoo beautifully depicted a single strand of a blooming lavender across your collarbone with each petal in different shades of purple while the buds that weren’t in bloom were in a slight pale pink shade making you smile more since Sukuna drew this straight from his head causing you to have a hint of proudness for him.

“I wasn’t going to give you that previous design, it doesn’t suit you one bit,” the salmon-haired artist mentioned as he continued with, “I’m not going to let that disgusting design touch your skin, especially since this is the first time you let me mark you somewhat,” as he then moved behind you before placing his chin on your shoulder to look at you through the mirror you were holding.

“I might let you mark me permanently then,” you suddenly announced causing your boyfriend to look at you with a surprised look on his face leading you to giggle at his reaction.

“Yeah, let’s break condition three then, you can mark me this one time,” you informed him as you turned to look at him, causing Sukuna to give you his classic smirk before possessively grabbing your chin leading him to lean closer to you.

“Let me mark you then”

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