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morallyinept · 4 months

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I've created ID Badges & Cards for some of the Forces & Agent Pedro Boys, and some business cards for other characters too.

My original ID Badge post is here. However, I've now created more, and wanted to group them all together on a new post for ease of access. If, and when, I make anymore for future characters, I'll add them to this post.

I've referred to the actual badges the Pedro Boys wear, where available, in scenes from the shows/films, and referred to real life ID's for accuracy. Others are made with my own creative liberty and inspiration.

Let me know your faves, and if you have any requests, I'm always happy to hear them.

Enjoy! 🖤

Please note: I have not created these to sell, or for you to sell. I made these purely for creative use in your stories/edits, or if you want to simply print them out for a keepsake for yourself. A little fun gift from me to you. If you share or repost these elsewhere, please ensure you credit back to me, that's all I ask. Thank you 🖤

☝️All badge numbers and phone numbers are fake, however if they happen to be real phone numbers, it's purely a coincidence.

Javier Peña - DEA Contact Card & Name Badge

ℹ️ Javi's contact card is a direct copy from S3 EP5 Narcos, which he has in his ID wallet, and he also places down the card on the table in front of Fredy Moya in S3 EP10. Photo name badge is originally created by me, based on inspiration from real life DEA badges.

Marcus Pike & Juan Badillo - FBI Badges

ℹ️ Marcus Pike (The Mentalist) & Juan Badillo (Graceland) both work for the FBI. Juan is a control officer, whilst Marcus is a special agent. I kept the badges the same, but changed the roles & photos. Based off the design from Marcus' badge glimpsed in The Mentalist.

Dave York - DIA Badge (FBI Badge Non Canon)

ℹ️ Dave works in the DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency). Originally, I created an FBI badge for him, which is still relevant, as some people write him as being in the FBI in non canon etc... The DIA badge is based off of Dave's real badge in the film The Equalizer 2, which is only shown very briefly, and very blurry, so this is inspired by real life DIA badges, and the layout I saw on Dave's badge.

Agent Greer - AFT Badge

ℹ️ Agent Greer, in Law & Order, works for the BAFTE (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms & Explosives) and is known as an AFT Agent. His badge is glimpsed clearly and doesn't have a photo on it, so I kept the same design as his original badge on the show.

Frankie Morales - Delta Force Enlistment Document, Delta Force ID Card & Private Pilot's License.

ℹ️ Frankie doesn't have any ID physically shown in Triple Frontier, so these are all created by myself, drawing inspiration from real life Delta Force documents and pilot licenses. Frankie would have been younger when he joined Delta Force, hence choosing a younger looking photo for him. Frankie's private pilot license is designed on what a real, current license looks like. His Delta Force ID Card and Document are direct replicas of older style Delta Force ID's.

Detective Tim Rockford - LAPD ID Badge

ℹ️ Tim has a metal badge seen in the Merge Mansion adverts/stills, but I wanted to create a photo ID card for him. His badge number appears to be 2316 from what I can see on the images of it (could also be 2516), so I have used this as his badge number. Design based on a real life LAPD photo badge.

Special Agent Ortega - Photo ID Card

ℹ️ I created this based on the real life Pinkerton Detective Agency that was established back in 1850, and which most law enforcement was governed by back in the days of the Wild West, as is Special Agent Ortega. I tried to make it look old and worn. Ortega has a metal badge too, but not a star as he wasn't a sheriff. The Pinkerton logo is the actual logo used from back then too.

Zach Wellison - Royal Marine Corps ID

ℹ️ I created Zach's Marine Corps ID Badge based off of what a real, current badge looks like. I created his rank based on research and how many tours he mentioned he had done in the episode of Brothers & Sisters that he was in, so I put him as a Lance Corporal; a rank that sees front line action, but is not the lowest rank of front line Marines - it is third up from the bottom. I made his service status complete, as it doesn't mention in the episode why or how he left. But I personally imagine he had an honorable discharge due to PTSD/anger issues.

Agent Whiskey - Statesman ID Card

ℹ️ I kept the info brief on this card deliberately, seeing as Whiskey is a secret agent for a secret organisation. Therefore, I didn't include his real name. As there are no actual ID cards shown in the movie, this was all creative liberty from myself.

Detective Edward (Ed) Indelicato - LAPD ID Badge

ℹ️ Ed Indelicato is from the unaired pilot of the Wonder Woman TV series from 2011. He is a detective in LA who assists Wonder Woman, and I wanted to create a badge for him. I kept it similar to Tim's, but an earlier version with a slightly different layout and lighter blue tone. Based on a real life LAPD badge.

Kyle Hartley - EMT Card

ℹ️ Kyle is in an episode of CSI and he is a character who is an EMT/Paramedic. So I created a card for him based on his location in the show, and the photo image on his file from the episode.

Din Djarin - Bounty Hunter Guild Card

ℹ️ There are so many amazing cards out there already for Din, that are canon realistic. However, I created a basic ID token with his name and bounty ID number, all written in Mandalorian. The circular logo used here is from the Bounty Hunter's Guild formed by Bossk, Boba Fett and Din.

Joel Miller - Contractor Business Card

ℹ️ I created my own take on Joel & Tommy's contracting business card before the Outbreak. I wanted a clean, simple design that was reminiscent of business cards back in the early 2000's.

Jay Castillo - Tattoo Business Card

ℹ️ Jay is described as a tattoo artist in Red Widow, therefore I created a business card for his tattoo business. It's not confirmed if he has his own business or not in the show to my knowledge, so I made this based on my own assumption. I imagined this card being embossed and glossy when printed.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #javier pena #frankie morales #dave york #marcus pike #agent whiskey #juan badillo #special agent ortega #zach wellison #jay castillo #din djarin #detective tim rockford #agent greer #pedro pascal id badges #jett's designs

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matan4il · 4 months

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It's very interesting that anti-Zionists claim to be "anti-colonial" given the arguments I routinely see them use against Jews. For years, I've seen them use full scale blood quantum arguments, for one. Most recently, now that we're fully in "Jesus was a Palestinian" season again, I saw a famous economist claim that "Jesus is genetically closer to Palestinians, (particularly Christians) than to Israelis (0 connection to most groups)," which is false to begin with.

Personally, I'm very sensitive to this kind of argument because I'm a ger. These people go after Jews like us very hard because to them we have the wrong DNA and thus undermine Jewish indigeneity, peoplehood, and history. Even if they concede the genetic evidence of born Jews' ancestral origins, they still point at gerim and any of our descendants as the "fake Jews" who don't belong… anywhere, actually. We don't belong in Israel because we're "foreign interlopers," and we don't belong outside of Israel because we had the gall to become Jews.

It's one type of antisemitism I can't seem to numb myself toward.

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for the ask, and my apologies about how long it's taking me to reply these days. Real life is not currently kind... :(

Okay, I had to roll my eyes so hard at that propaganda lie about Jesus. (found the economist in question, love it when someone who is living as a colonizer on stolen Native American land, has the audacity to goysplain a Jewish man to Jews, who support Jewish native rights. There really is no end to how much Jews just don't count to such people, is there?)

And it really is remarkable how many things he could get wrong in just that one part of his tweet...

Jesus was not a Palestinian, he was a Jew.

If you traveled back in time, and wanted to ask him about being Palestinian, you wouldn't be able to speak to Jesus in Arabic, which is the language of the Palestinians as Arabs, you would have to speak to him in either Hebrew or Aramaic (which is so close to ancient Hebrew, that I can speak some Aramaic simply by virtue of being a native Hebrew speaker) for him to understand you. Because he was a Jew.

If you did speak to Jesus in Hebrew or Aramaic, and asked him about being Palestinian, he wouldn't know what you're talking about, because the Romans would only rename the land Provincia Syria Palaestina in 136 AD, over 100 years after his death. Calling Jesus Palestinian is like saying that Chief Powhatan (probably best known as Pocahontas' father) was a Virginian, just because he was born and lived on territory that would later become Virginia. It's anachronistic, blatantly untrue, and totally imposing colonialist inventions on native people.

To the best of my knowledge NO ONE has dug up Jesus' DNA to compare it to ANY group. This is how you can tell that when he gets to that part, this guy is just blatantly making propaganda up.

Israelis are not one group, but Israeli Jews do test close to other Middle Eastern groups, and closest to other Jewish groups from around the world.

I guess, why settle for one bit of bullshit, when you can go for five?

I find it so interesting that you used the term "blood quantum." For non-Americans, who may not know it, here's a short introduction:

A person's Blood Quantum is the fraction of their ancestors, out of their total ancestors, who are documented as full-blood Native Americans. The blood quantum policy was first implemented by the federal government within tribes to limit native citizenship. However, since 1934, tribes were granted the authority/ability to create their own enrollment qualifications.

I find it interesting, because I keep thinking Jews and First Nations have so much in common, as native peoples. I remember coming across at least two different stories of people being adopted into Native American tribes. Obviously, each first nation has its own rules about it, before and after the colonization of America, but the point is... there is room for someone to become a member of the tribe, not based on blood. Most of the time, membership of the tribe IS based on ancestry, but it isn't limited to that. Some people come and live with the tribe, adopt its customs and way of life, emerge themselves in the values and heritage, embrace its spiritual beliefs, become a member of this community, and then they are adopted in. It's the same with Jews. Most of us are born Jewish, some of us choose to live this lifestyle, embrace the customs, beliefs and culture, go to synagogue, get to know the community, and eventually adopt and are adopted by it. That's the thing. Converting to Judaism isn't just changing your belief system. It's joining a tribe, and changing one's identity through this process of mutual adoption. Converts to Judaism don't take away ANYTHING from the native rights of Jews. On the contrary, this process of conversion is so different to when someone moves from one religion to another (think of how much simpler baptism is, to the long journey of converting to Judaism), precisely because Judaism isn't just a religion, unlike Christianity and Islam. It is an entire, intricate identity that combines multiple aspects, as all ancient, native identities do.

And in this context, think of Americans who are mostly of European descent, and have nothing to do with Native American culture, or way of life, but they can point to having an "exotic" great great great grandfather, who was a Native American chief. From what I've gathered, they would not be considered members of the tribe by most Native American nations. But the person who lives with the tribe, and shares its ways and its fate? That person is recognized as such by the tribe members.

Jews are the same. We are not native just because our ancestors are from Israel. We are also native, because we are the people who have preserved that Israelite identity. We have carried its torch, and passed it on along the generations, and we have shared our light with those, who chose to stand with us, to share our ways, our fate, and the consequences of the horrible hatred aimed at us.

I love you, my fellow tribe member. Thank you for sharing the light, and the burden, together! *sending so much love* xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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livwritesstuff · 5 months

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Absolutely obsessed with your steddie dad’s verse!!! Everything about it is just so good, thanks for sharing!

I love Moe, Robbie and Hazel, and I can’t get this idea out of my head that probably doesn’t fit the vision of this verse at ALL but hear me out. What if one day all the upside down stuff became public knowledge? Somehow documents get leaked, someone talks, idk. And it’s suddenly all over the news. Would be so interesting to see how Steve and Eddie would react to this and how they’d talk to their kids (who just found out about their parents saving the world from the news) about it 👀

So here’s the thing:

Realistically, I don’t think the story would ever get fully leaked, for two reasons (probably more, actually, but two primary reasons).

It makes the U.S. government look terrible, and they do a good enough job of that publically to afford any more hits to their rep so they keep that shit on lock

Nobody would believe it. Maybe there are whispers about the truth of what happened to Hawkins, Indiana in the 80s, but the second the words “monsters” and “superpowers” get thrown in there, nobody buys it. That’s why the cover stories work.

What I absolutely think would happen is ✨conspiracy theories✨

Like, come 2014 there’s a rising interest in true crime and conspiracy theories and some enthusiasts stumble upon the story. A few devoted folks pull a Murray and start building a timeline and they quickly realize that there are some pretty serious holes in the narrative. It kind of takes off from there.

Robbie is Eddie’s daughter through and through, so she’s totally into that kind of stuff. Steve and Eddie have always been relatively upfront about what happened to them in Hawkins (relatively, in that they have the “here’s what you’ll find if you google your dads” conversation with an extensive Q+A, but to avoid dumping trauma on their kids they stay light on the details), so she’s more intrigued than surprised when not only is she suggested a YouTube video about her dads’ hometown, but the video also mentions both of them by name.

Here’s the problem – like most conspiracy theories, it's true that some pretty damning evidence has been uncovered that the government probably didn’t want circulating. However the story is still missing key details in a way that makes the resounding conclusion this close to the truth, but not quite there.

Hence, this conversation Robbie has with her dads after she watches the video:

“So is it true that Uncle Will was abducted by aliens?”

Steve’s eyebrows fly up.

“Are people saying it’s aliens? It wasn’t aliens.”

“Was he though?”

“Uh…kind of. I guess.”

“Is it true the government put a fake body in the lake and pretended it was him and then when Will came back they had to pretend it was another kid?”

“Yep.”

“That’s fucked up. Is it true that Russia used a mall in Hawkins to build a secret lab?” Robbie asks.

“Yes.”

“Is it true they were doing research on the aliens and then one of them escaped and that’s why the mall got destroyed.”

“Not even close.”

“How did the mall get destroyed then?”

“Bunch of people got possessed by a shadow monster and he made them eat chemicals until they exploded and reformed as this giant mass thing that cornered us in the mall. We attacked it with fireworks. I wasn’t there for most of that, though. Just the end.”

“Whatever,” Robbie rolls her eyes, fully convinced that her dad is bullshitting her, “Is it true the Hawkins earthquakes were actually the aliens invading.”

“No – yes…kind of? Not earthquakes. Not aliens.”

“I mean…technically they kind of were aliens ,” Eddie jumps in, “Technically anything from a land foreign to yours is an alien.”

“They weren’t aliens,” Steve insists, “They were monsters. They were big and gray and their faces opened up and they had all these rows of teeth like sharks.”

“Sounds like an alien to me,” Robbie replies.

“Monsters.”

“Is it true Dad was attacked by them and he almost died and you saved him, Pop?”

“Yes, indeed,” Eddie says proudly before Steve can respond, “He’s quite the hero, don’t you think?”

“In space?”

“Nope. In an evil alternate dimension, and he dragged me all the way out through the portal and everything.”

Robbie rolls her eyes again, “Nevermind, you guys are useless. You’d think you weren’t even there.”

Steve sighs, “God, I wish that were true.”

In terms of how Steve and Eddie respond to the story gaining some attention from the general public, they do family viewings of the conspiracy videos made about the situation and make fun of the incorrect narratives. Their daughters fully do not grasp that their dads are telling the truth because, again, the truth does not seem real.

#*john mulaney voice* eh none of us really know our fathers #i could say so much more about this but i didn’t want this post to get bogged down sooo #lmk if you want more I guess #fun fact: my *redacted relative* worked on the Isabella Stewart Gardener robbery case #which i didn’t know until i watched the buzzfeed unsolved video about it and saw a picture of them #so in other words…this could totally play out like this #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson

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soniadamasco · 1 year

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Are Kazuki and Rei married?

So, we know that in the last episode of Buddy Daddies Kazuki forged documents to get Miri into daycare, with now both him and Rei figuring as her fathers. Like many others, I also asked myself what is now the relationship between the two men from a legal perspective.

Sadly, the episode didn't give us much information. What we know for now is that:

Kazuki is the one applying for daycare as Miri's guardian

Both Kazuki and Rei figure as fathers in the documents

They all kept their original surnames

Now onto the research:

Same-sex marriage is still not recognized in Japan, with a Tokyo court declaring that its ban was constitutional as close as last year. Anyway, the creators of the show might have taken some liberties.

In November 2022 some prefectures across Japan started issuing partnership certificates for same-sex couples, which help them to be legally recognized. Still, from what I've found, they don't seem to be of any help in the adoption process, which makes it very unlikely that Kazuki tried to forge one of those.

When you get married in Japan, you are required by law to share a single surname. An appeal to remove this requirement was brought up in 2021, but was quickly thrown out by the Supreme Court. The emphasis put on their different surnames during the daycare scene might again be a clue that they are not married.

So how did Kazuki manage to get the approval of both the government office and the daycare?

While same-sex marriage is illegal in Japan, it is not unheard of two parents being of the same sex. In 2017 two men in Osaka legally became the first gay couple to become foster parents and, while it looks extremely difficult for same-sex couples to adopt a child, there seems to be no specific law against it in Japan.

Conclusion:

At the end, the most logical path for Kazuki to take would be that of creating only a fake adoption certificate. It would raise questions - like it did - but would not be blatantly fake like a marriage certificate.

Or maybe the writers decided to create a fictional Japan where gay marriage is legal, who knows. Anyway, enjoy this short lesson on LGBTQ+ rights in Japan 🌟

(edit: after learning more about the koseki system, it now looks more plausible that they indicated Miri as their foster child rather than adopted daughter)

#BRINGING THE RECEIPTS #also me writing a research essay on buddy daddies while ignoring my master's thesis #buddy daddies #rei suwa #kazuki kurusu #miri unasaka

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fingerless-glovez · 5 months

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College au part 2

Guy

• Majoring in political science and government

• Genuinely interested in politics, just isn't as intense about it as Roc

• Wants to be friends with people but Roc said "no"

• Not like most people want to be real friends to him anyway, especially not in his course

• Is currently being pressured to accept a political marriage, but would rather marry for love (sap)

• Jasper is the only one who understands

Dia

• Majoring in botany

• Attends all of his classes virtually

• Has a mushroom farm in his room

• He sings to them to help them grow. Aquia is sworn to secrecy about it

• Has Lou wrapped around his finger

• Found a snake in the bushes, named it Linos, and it is now his pet. Lou was unsuccessful in convincing him to put Linos back outside

• Is this grounds for expulsion? Yes. Does Lou expel him? Nope. Why? Because Dia is why

Sherry

• Majoring in human resources services

• Wants to create more positive workplaces, especially for women

• The only mentally stable person in this goddamn school

• Student council president (thanks, chirp!)

• Ya gurl beat out both Guy and Toa, who were competing for the position and tied for runners-up

• Probably helps that she had the power of baked goods (and Grayson's supervision) on her side

Aquia

• Majoring in botany

• Works at a flower shop

• Poor boy just wants to make friends and study plants but everyone just wants to use him to get in with Guy

• Lack of familial affection go brrr

• Roc doesn't give a shit about his younger sons

• Guy is always busy and has no interest in Aquia's life

• Rahm is too busy trying to make Aquia Roc's successor to notice that he clearly doesn't want to be in politics and loves his brother too much to take his dreams

• Zev is the only one who keeps in regular contact with him, but he's more interested in telling him all about his problems with class, homework, girls, y'know, typical high school stuff. He also asks a lot about how Guy is doing before taking any interest in Aquia

• Fluent in Floriography (language of the flowers)

• Tends to the garden on the school roof at night

• Rio runs into him up there and notices how well cared for the flowers look, and also that Aquia is really sad. They are now gardening buddies

Jasper

• "Majoring" in hospitality

• Isn't actually here to further a career. Roc sent him with Guy as a spy to make sure no one is plotting to sabotage either Guy or the family as a whole

• Works at the same bar as Lance

• NOT a r**ist, and he does NOT do that shit he did in his consort route

• He just listens in on conversations while making drinks (that have NOT been drugged or spiked in any way) and serving people

• He's that one asshole that corrects people's grammar when they text him

• If you don't text like you're writing a government document he will copy your message and correct it

Violet: is anyone free on saturday. i accidentally bought an extra movie ticket and mc fenn and sherry said there all gonna be busy

Jasper: *Is anyone free on Saturday? I've accidentally bought an extra movie ticket, and MC, Fenn and Sherry said they're all going to be busy.

Jasper: I'll be available on Saturday. What movie are we seeing?

Violet: Die.

• May or may not be fucking Guy and Fenn on the side, who knows

Violet

• Majoring in fashion design

• Doesn't care for the designs you would see at a Met Gala and knows how to create things that are good looking and practical but also unique

• Also makes her own accessories

• MC is her usual model

• Met Fenn in high school

• Apparently the guy she'd been dating was two-timing her with Fenn. She was super mad at him at first, but Fenn offered to help dish out some revenge

• He's her wingman and shoulder to cry on when she gets rejected

• Regular at Lance and Jasper's bar

• She dated Jasper for a while until realized he was using a fake identity to spy on her and her friends, and she's hated his guts ever since

• The only reason she still talks to him is because they're in the same friend group as the other valets

• If Jasper corrects her grammar in the group chat one more time, she's stealing his glasses and replacing his normal pens with invisible ink pens. Then we’ll see how good his grammar is

Tino

• Majoring in hospitality

• Works part-time at his family's hotel

• He and Lynt have been best friends since childhood because their fathers are also friends and business partners

• He used to "help" Lynt with all his school work (did most of it for him). He can't really do that anymore since they’re in different majors

• Gets Lynt out of bed every morning. And makes dinner every night. And cleans the dorm. And does the dishes...

• Okay, Lynt does eventually start picking up the slack when he realizes the ungodly amount of work Tino does

• This boy has not had a full night's sleep since the 3RD GRADE

• Like bro do you need to cram every single night?

• Half the time he passes out at his desk studying. Sometimes he'll fall asleep in a common room or something, and someone has to take him back to his room

• It is because of this that Lynt has taken special interest in researching insomnia

• Has to be dragged out by the valets to take a break from doing literally everything all the time

Tino: "B-But I have to study for my skills test-"

Knight: "You mean your skills test that's 3 months away and you've been cramming for since you started the course? Dude, you need a life and you're coming to the arcade with us."

• Definitely got shoved into his locker in high school

• That's what he gets for trying to mind his own business and not bother anyone in a fucking high school

Lou

• Headmaster of the academy

• Has a Ph.D in education

• Is fully aware that he has several politicians' children in his school and that he's being spied on

• Guess what? He's spying on them, too

• He's part of a political party called Iritium and is gathering information on his competition through their children

• Guy, Toa, and Lance's rooms are bugged with microphones. He knows Christoph is living with Lance, but to avoid raising suspicion, he doesn't do anything about it yet

• He's still debating whether or not to bug Aquia's room because Dia is his roommate and he'd rather not invade his privacy

• Prank wars are common at the academy, but he has reigned as prank king since his own school years and he refuses to be dethroned

• Has two doves in his office, Phinney and Nix

• There have been many occasions where someone would pass by his office and see him having a full conversation with them

• He once argued with Phinney while MC sat right across from him. He lost

#court of darkness #guy avari #dia akedia #sherry invidia #jasper lane #violet muller #tino maes #court of darkness lou

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headingalaxys-spicy · 11 months

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What would happen if yandere America and England fell in love with someone who is their perfect match? Like they're equally as smart and powerful as them, to the point where anything they throw at her she can throw right back at them. And at first she was civil about it and politely asked them to stop and reinstated that she isn't interested, until she eventually reached her limit and warned them that she won't hesitate to fuck them over if they keep testing her. Knowing so well that she can take them on, and she's right to be brave because they actually feel like they're armwrestling themselves in this fight. Making their infatuation and want to control her even stronger.

P.S any AU with this one will do

I tried with this one and tried to have some accuracy in real life but probably missed the mark especially on Englands part but hope you still enjoy!

Going to go with a Human AU on this one because I feel like there is more room for Tit for Tat, or something like that.

Further explanation about this post because I botched it so badly lmao.

🇺🇸 America 🇺🇸

As he dressed himself for the day a permanent smile was plastered to his face. He was ready to claim his prize after several months of meticulous planning was about to unfold. He’s been daydreaming about being able to kiss you on the lips for the longest time, and the longer you play, keeping away from him fried his nerves. He bit down on his thin lips in anticipation. How would you react? Would you escape the strings that he’d try to attach this time, or would he be able to have you caught in his trap finally? He prayed to god that you wouldn’t be smart enough to outdo him this time. He ignored the doubts in his mind and stayed positive. After all he was a powerful government official just like you, but stronger right? Right?

One of his assistants knocked on the door of his room in the white house.

“America, sir, the security detail is here to escort you to the airport, and as requested, your 50 McGriddles with an extra large Coke are ready as well.” He knocks him out of the multitude of thoughts that surrounded you. He hated but loved at the same time that you gave him the difficult challenge of capturing you. Even though you were one of his leading diplomats in consular services in (country you want to work in), he was headed there today to discuss one of the latest incidents that happened under your watch. He was eager to see how you’d manage this latest crisis. This one had to work. Treason was the latest and most diabolical plan he’d set in place. Knowing full well that the United States did not take such offenses lightly. Yes, this was going to be the moment that the spider would have its meal. No way in hell could you escape this time.

In his previous attempts to get you displaced from your position as the Consul General, he tried to have an entire swath of Americans complain about your work ethic and the general maintenance of the Consulate in (country). Everything from the improper issuing of passports, visas, and lack of training for the newer staff. In short, you are failing in your duties on the ground in your country to provide adequate services to the citizens of the United States. Frustratingly within only a span of 24 hours, you were able to find the faults in his plan and figure out that the documents had been falsified, claims were fake, and ensured that all passports and visas were accurate and up to date. He fucking hated that you were a diligent worker and effective problem solver. He had to up the ante.

When you had a meeting with him and the rest of your staff at the consulate, you’d given him a verbal confirmation that you knew it was him trying to mess with you.

“As stated, a few of the affected citizens stated that there were some persuasion and unconfirmed accusations that have strong connections to this being an internal issue. Hopefully, whatever is going on in the homeland will not continue.” You pointedly look at him with your cold (eye color) clash with his calm blues that showed no hints of guilt within them.

Next came the documentation leak of his own citizens. It hurt him to do his citizens this way, but it was worth the sacrifice to be able to have you in his arms. A few eggs had to be broken in order to obtain you. This was much more egregious and as such much harder to evade the webs that were being spun in order to apprehend you.

“My cyber security team has detected vulnerabilities and updated our continuous parameter monitoring. However, we did have issues over the past week with numerous cyber attacks compromising a few of the files that we have within our database.…” You caught onto the flicker of joy that welled within those pools of blue. Your heavenly voice tickled his ears; your failings at keeping people’s private information were going to lead you right into his arms once you were-

“We came close to having a massive leak within our systems. I collaborated with the FBI and CIA to aid me and my staff to update and train all on new procedures, and updating our systems for the maximum protection of the citizens of the United States.” You shuffle your paper loudly as if it were a gavel laying down your latest declaration. “There should be no further interruptions, within my consulate Mr. America.” Finally, addressing him in a highly harsh tone. Most in the room took it as you being annoyed that within a span of a month, you’d begun to have these strange issues that no other consulate in the world that was run by the United States was having. You knew damn well that it was the man at the other end of the table smirking who was testing you for whatever reason. You made it clear that you needed him to stop his foolishness. You had more important matters to attend to.

“You can call me Alfred, babe. Don’t be so stuffy. You’re doing great! I’m proud that you’re doing so great.” The compliment had more condescension than praise.

Yet again, his webs failed to enrapture you and connect ties to you. And it made his blood boil that you knew how to leverage all avenues of his own government to keep you out of his arms reach. Alfred still smirked at this latest evasion pretending that he was only feeling pride that you had outsmarted him. He adored your passion and wit but hated it even more so now. A sudden technological leak would have thrown most citizens. But, not you; you were not like most citizens. You graduated from Princeton with your Ph.D. in Public and International Affairs. You were determined to show your mettle and your intellect, which was proving to be difficult for Alfred to connect even a single silk thread to you.

‘Damn it, Y/N, why couldn’t you be stupid?! Why couldn’t you be easier to catch off guard? I’m into it but jeez woman that brain of you’re is alluring and annoying!!’ He angrily moves his pen back and fourth on the yellow writing pad he was given to take notes during the meeting.

“That concluded the end of this meeting. If you have any further questions or concerns you all have my email and phone number. Dismissed.” Pleased everyone vacates the room to head for dinner. You hoped to just rest your eyes. You’d been up for the last 72 hours putting out the latest fire that Alfred had attempted to set within your consulate, and you couldn’t wait to be in bed. As you made your way to the exit, Alfred sped up behind you and firmly gripped your shoulder.

“Wait Y/N I’d like to get dinner with you. Care to join me this evening?” As if he didn’t just try to undercut you moments ago.

“No, I’m tired. I have to go get some sleep. I’ve been at it for the past couple of days putting out fires.” You turn to him with an accusing gaze in your eyes. “And I have better things to do than put up with the games of a petulant child.”

“Oh Y/N are you accusing me of something?” His heroic smile seemed more villainous than anything else. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“No, but I would like the games to cease. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to sleep.” You jerk your shoulder away from him forcefully, indicating that you are over the bullshit. A shock of sadness and longing wrenched his heartstrings. Why did his love have to be so cold to him? The sound of your heels clicking further echoed in his ears.

Was he really that repulsive to you? Why couldn’t you see him as your hero that just wanted you to be home and not in (country)? Why couldn’t you see that you belonged to him?

Why?

It was time for him to pull out the big finale. He was determined to have you one way or the other.

Alfred pulled out all the stops in his final attempts to make you cave and lose your job as the Consul General.

He called a secret meeting between the head of the CIA, FBI, and your other heads within your consulate that worked directly under you. It was time to put an end to your clever circumventions. He needed you to warm his bed, dammit; he was tired of it being so frigid at night. Anyone that questioned his motives for having you or stood by you and your tenacity was swiftly removed from the meeting and sent to Guantanamo Bay while he had put in place a plan where a double would fill in their shoes.

“But, America Sir, Y/N is the best Consul General that (country names) office has ever had! For the first time in decades, everything is running smoothly! Why ruin that? For some self-serving ego? Don’t you give a damn about your citizens!?” One of your vice consuls shouted out, indignant and the stupidity of the immortal country to have you be tired of treason and extradited to the United States.

“This is ludicrous, Mr.America! Y/N is one of your best! Why the hell are you trying to set her up for treason!” The man in his late 30s practically sprang from his chair in rage.

America’s haunting frown, an ominous glint in his eyes hinted that the two would be in for a horrendous future. Regardless, the two vice consul men didn’t sit back down in their seats. They were going to stand by their leader.

“Well, I the two of you like being waterboarded.” He snapped his fingers and swiftly, the two were removed from the room. “Anyone else?” Three consular agents slapped their IDs on the table and willingly accepted their awful fates with the other two. America raised an eyebrow.

‘Damn. She really does have a great deal of influence. Now really is the best time to get her out of here.’

“Now that, that’s settled onward with the plan.”

You’d received an extremely concerning text from your consul members that America hadn’t yet apprehended. Letting you know that evacuating the country was the best thing for you, and you had to do it NOW before the sun had a chance to rise. You tossed all of your necessary documents and withdrew all your money from (country’s bank); you had to pull a favor from some of the (pick a nation that you’d collab with) diplomats for a favor to hide you and help you obtain a new ID and change your entire persona. You explain that you would be framed and that America was up to some devious bullshit. They gladly lent a hand since you’d aided some of their citizens when they were in a pinch. You didn’t turn back, but you knew you’d always be on the run with America always pining for you.

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This week had been trying for Arthur. He stirred his spoon continuously in his porcelain tea cup for the past ten minutes. He stared off into the distance. His head was abuzz with thoughts of nothing but you and your many schemes to avoid the strings that he tried to tie to you. After all you were a perfect doll, perfect, clever, and stunningly beautiful. He, to some degree, wished that you were much more dense and docile; perhaps then it wouldn’t be so hard if you weren’t a top grad at Cambridge and adept at managing the political chaos that he orchestrated from the shadows.

This puppet master was determined to attach his string so that he could be in control.

The latest ploy to obtain you involved a public political stunt organized to get the public to have an amount of distrust within you as an ambassador. He called in a few favors from Italy and from some of his MI6 to make a public outcry of you not doing your job in aiding them from being detained.

“Ms. (Last Name), what is going on why have you and your team been so slow to respond to the requests of the 10 detained U.K. citizens who’ve been pleading for your help? Have you no dignity?” A report flings an accusation in your face when you first left your apartment in (country name). Clicks of several different cameras and other people who were clamoring for the scoop to make headlines in various publications across the globe.

“Will you be stepping down soon? There have been a few rumors that a few of the heads would like for you to have an official persona non grata to be in the process!” Another shouted at you to spark your attention and to give you anxiety. However it did the opposite, it made your blood boil but you reamied composed and simply walked away from the mass of reporters that seemed bent on hunting you down. You picked up your pace and hopped into the SUV that one of your fellow counselors was driving. You were thankful that you had a close-knit team within your consulate.

“Soooo, there have been crazy rumors spreading on TikTok…”

“Of fucking course.” You roll your eyes and practically shout out. “That’s how all the craziest shit gets started. Let’s just get ahead of all this and figure out what’s actually going on.”

“Well, I have few theories on some of the higher-ups or one in particular that has been gunning for you mate.”

“Oh god yeah, not him. I absolutely hate him. Kirkland.” Your eye twitches somewhat in having to mention him. The bastard had tried to repremand you publically to embarrass you but you put a stop to it real quick. He’d tried to accuse you of favoring your host country you resided in currently when it came to talks about trade deals. When you pointed out there were obvious flaws in his logic that deals in (country) were precarious due to him being greedy in previous years. That in turn made it much more difficult for you to make reasonable concessions that didn’t spark outrage in the nation you were in and tend to the demands of the United Kingdom. You mind wandered back to one of the first times you had to be combative with the prick.

‘Balancing is all a part of being a diplomat, along with sometimes having to make difficult decisions that not everyone will understand at the present moment. Mr. Kirkland. Besides, I was able to obtain usage of those ports and got a better deal on exports so that the citizens of the U.K. won’t have to pay so much for certain goods. We may have to cut them a better deal on precious metals and petrol but cutting good deals is my job afterall. Not to simply plunder places.’ You shuffle your papers and give him a severe side-eye after he tried to accuse you of not doing what’s best for the U.K. in the long run. ‘After all at least I’m able to maintain positive relationships with others unlike you.’ Not even trying to be subtle about your disdain for him and his continued interference in your responsibilities. It wasn’t the first time during a meeting that he’s tried to undercut you.

You remember the burning heat from his glaring green eyes was intense, it felt as if there were lasers aimed directly at your back. However, you didn’t honour his gaze. You simply marched out with the rest of your consulate staff to continue on.

On the inside, Arthur loved the challenge and it made him want to fawn over you more. The line between love and hate was insanely thin for him. On the one hand, he wanted to come up with several scathing quips to cut you down; on the other, he loved the fact that you were bold enough to talk back to a higher-up like him. It was quite the thrill. He wondered if you’d maintain that type of energy in the bedroom. He didn’t want to push you any further, considering he understood he had angered you enough, and it was quite clear that he had obvious feelings for you. Not all of which were entirely clear.

You being weary and annoyed by him was an understatement. You outright hated him, and it was obvious by the venom laced in your words. He simply had to resort to telling his fairies and other magical friends of his lovesick woes while he schemed other ways to drive you to him.

When you finally arrive at the consulate building, you rush in, dodging some of the other reporters.

“Everyone to the main meeting room now! We’ve got a crisis situation to handle! Security, no reporters are to come into the building until we come up with a proper strategy in place!” You frantically try to gather everyone and grab your work laptop to estimate how viral the situation was on the international stage. You planned on making a public statement within the next hour to get in front of the rumors.

All guards rush to secure all of the entry points while they diligently wait for your next commands.

From the comforts of his balcony as he continued to stir his now cold earl grey tea. England checked the news for how the situation was progressing in (country you’re a diplomat in). His green eyes glowed with anxiety and small sparks of joy. It was easy to persuade the hearts of men with emotional fervor, especially when the crisis actors he hired were good at appealing to a population's pathos.

Your (eye color) almost welled with tears when you saw that the videos had already reached 10 million views and counting worldwide. News sites like attn, The New York Times, BBC, South China Moring Post, and Deutsche Welle have already published pieces about the 10 political prisoners who claimed that you denied helping the U.K. citizens in their desperate time of need.

“Oh fuck me sideways.” You felt sick. This was the first time that the situation had ever gotten away from you this badly. It would take you weeks if not months to get out of this. The worst part is that your phone was ringing and it was from the high commission in the U.K.

“They’re coming for her job oh jolly. Ahahahaha.” Arthur was reading the email that had been sent out. The persona non grata he requested had been granted.

“Y/N are you okay?” All of the other ministers and counselors were looking at you as the color drained from your face.

Before you had a chance to react the doors of the meeting room had been flung open and some of the royal guards were there to retrieve you and extradite you back to back to the United Kingdom to be tried.

“Ambassador (First Name) (Last Name) you must step down and head back with us, the royals have commanded you to do so. If you resist it will only make things far more difficult for you.”

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ask-meowscarada · 6 months

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Seeking Star Sending Surprises!

The moment Charade catches word of a community gift-giving event, she gathers her team members and sits them down to eagerly explain the terms. Although Riddle initially refuses to participate, the other three plead and gradually wear him down. The very instant Riddle utters the word, "fine", Charade takes off at full speed, returning moments later with pencils and paper for the four of them.

It takes several days for everybody to be satisfied with their lists, but once they are, Charade collects them all to deliver to this mysterious Star Sender.

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Charade

Charade’s wishes are written playfully (misspellings and all), with little doodles in the margins depicting each item on her list.

∙ mint things! ♡ mint candy, mint tea, mint ice cream, etc etc. ∙ a bouque of lavender! ∙ a gracidea flower - real ones are hard to find but i’d be just as greatful to have a fake one ∙ board games to play with my friends! ♡ ∙ PLUSHIES!!!!! ∙ also after you’re done opening presents please deliver all empty boxes to me please I LOVE BOXES!!!!!!!!!

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Blackjack

Even with his flower pod hands, Jack keeps his writing neat, if a little unsteady.

Dear stranger, Thank you for taking the time to read my letter! The things I've written here are part of a bigger project of mine. I understand some of these are very rare, so it's okay if you're not able to give any of these as gifts. I'll be extremely grateful for anything! - Any Evolution stone - A type-enhancing item such as a Miracle Seed, Poison Barb, Dragon Fang, etc. - An artifact from the Ruins of Alph - Books or other information about the RKS System project - Any kind or number of Tera Shards

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Party Trick

Almost all of Tricky’s letter is written in all caps, the graphite burnished deeply into the paper.

I HAVE NO NEED FOR YOUR PALTRY GIFTS THE CAT TELLS ME THIS STATEMENT IS “TOO MEAN”. SHE THINKS I’M NOT “GETTING INTO THE HOLIDAY SPIRIT”. FINE. HERE IS MY “HOLIDAY SPIRIT” LIST.

What follows is an incredibly long and absurd list of impossible-to-obtain items that includes famous works of art, government documents, and siege weaponry. However, at the very end is a footnote written in very small print, made deliberately easy to miss:

this list isn’t meant to be taken seriously. if you want to do something for me, please, get something for jack instead. you’d really make him smile. that’s all i want.

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Riddle

Riddle’s printing has different consistencies throughout, with rather messy formatting; it’s as if he spent the longest on his list, adding and changing things on different days using different pencils. Still, the end result is legible, despite the corrections and scribbles.

Don’t feel obligated to get me anything from this list. I don’t know the limits on what’s acceptable to ask from a stranger. If you're so incensed, however, I want you to share something sentimental with me. ⁃ Something handmade. ⁃ Photos from a place you've traveled. ⁃ Your favourite recipe. ⁃ A copy of a poem, song, or other piece of writing you enjoy. ⁃ Something that represents your home. ⁃ Anything you can think of similar to the above. Thank you for your time and consideration.

The last few lines of Riddle's letter have been written over something else that he erased. Looking closely, it reads:

If you want, maybe after this we can exchange addresses and be pen pals.

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(( Whether you're reading this out of curiosity or because I'm your Star Sending recipient, hi there!! With four characters, I figured I'd leave a lot for you to choose from so you can do what's most comfortable for you. It's your choice if you want to take a more serious or silly approach!

Charade's list is the most straightforward, and depending on what you pick, can end up being lighthearted or sentimental! She'll be equally appreciative of any of her wishlist items, including the boxes :D

Blackjack and Tricky's lists are intertwined, and Jack's wishes are largely plot-relevant. If you're up for that, you're absolutely free to fulfill any of his wishlist items, but it's not a big deal if you don't (I have a contingency plan)! The one exception I have is if you decide to do the Tera Shard request, please keep the number low (pretty much no showing up with 30 or more Tera shards)!

Riddle's list leans more towards serious, but if you want to engage him in a silly way, please do! As a character, he takes himself more seriously than I tend to depict him, so it's up to you if you wanna play around with that or not!

I'm really excited for this event! I hope you have fun, too! ))

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lovebillyhargrove · 11 months

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A follow up to this *billy's camaro fic*

Next day the boys are busy. Well, it's mostly Steve who's busy. While having breakfast Billy tries insisting on coming with him to the repair shop, because of course he needs to see for himself who they are entrusting his precious baby to, but Harrington tells him it's too risky to be seen in public just yet. It's a small town, you never know who you're going to run into when you turn the corner. It might be Tommy, it might be Max, it might be their high school Lit teacher or Billy's former manager from the Hawkins community pool. It might be literally anyone who Billy is still not quite ready to see. Or, who aren't ready themselves to bump into a supposedly dead teenager looking very much alive and walking around the town like it's the most natural thing. Harrington has already resurrected the car once. To be more exact, he's found the right people to do it, so. He's not new to this. Billy finally listens to the voice of reason and just grabs the medicine kit to treat a couple of wounds that still bother him. Steve calls the tow truck service, and in two hours he's standing near the repair shop watching the camaro being unloaded from the truck.

"Kid, you gotta stop doing whatever you're doing to that car." - Old Joe tells Steve, shaking his head in disbelief, and Harrington just throws up his hands like the situation which led up to this was out of his control. It actually was, so it's nobody's fault.

When Steve gets home, he hears sizzling sounds coming from the kitchen.

"You want a grilled cheese sandwich, Harrington? Found stuff in the fridge, making some."

Wow, that's kinda new. Nobody has cooked anything for Steve in a long, looong, no you don't understand, a really long time

"Yeah, if that's okay?"

"So how did it go?"

"Well, the old man was uh .. confused? I don't think he expected me to be back like that. He was also sad .. ? Cause they fixed it up so well. Looked brand new, just a few weeks ago."

"He'll just have to do it again. If he agreed. Did he?"

"Yeah, yeah, he did. He knows the car, knows what to do. It's not as bad as the last time."

"When are they gonna be done?"

"He said he would call me tonight, or tomorrow morning, tell me about the time they'll need."

"How much is it?"

"Well, he didn't tell me the exact price, because .. he still needs to look into it, so .."

Hargrove's looking at Steve intently

"Listen, I'll give you the money back. But obviously not right now."

"Yeah, I mean .. You don't have to give me back anything."

"I will, Steve."

"If you want to, okay. We can talk about it later, really. We have like .. so many things to figure out first."

Billy's putting a sandwich on a plate and sliding it to Harrington.

"Lunch."

"Oh wow. Thanks."

After lunch Steve goes upstairs and searches through his drawer for Dr. Owens' phone number.

When Owens hears Steve's name, he asks immediately

"Is it acting up again, Steve?"

"What? Oh, no. No, everything is okay here, just .. do you remember Billy? Billy Hargrove?"

"Of course. The guy who died in Starcourt?"

"Yes. Well .. what would you say if I told you that .. hypothetically, I had some information about him being alive?"

Steve's feeling kinda stupid. He's not completely sure they can trust Owens, but they really have no-one to turn to if they need help with documents. Billy Hargrove is officially dead. Even if they are talking about a fake ID, with a different name, Steve doesn't have connections like that. And it's not just an ID. Driving license, high school diploma, where are they supposed to get all the papers from??

Steve's afraid he's not good at this trying-not-to-get-too-involved-with-the-government stuff. Fucking spy shit. Outlaw level.

"I'd say, it makes sense, Steve."

"R .. really? Why?"

"Well, you don't know that but .. when the scene was cleared and all of you were sent home after what happened in Starcourt, Billy's body .. was gone. After the paramedics announced his death, I believe the body was just laying there unsupervised for .. really, not more than only a few minutes, but when my people came to pick it up, it wasn't there, on the Starcourt floor. We searched everywhere, but it just vanished into thin air."

"Oh my god. So .."

"So I am not even too much surprised to hear your news."

"Why didn't you say anything .. to Billy's family? Who did you bury in that grave??"

"Steve, he was dead. How could I have explained this to his family?? It was a closed casket. It was an empty casket."

Owens is silent for a second.

"Now .. The more important question is, if Billy is alive, is there a chance that he's still flayed? Is he dangerous?"

Steve's looking at Billy sitting across from him and he understands that Billy understands too. What they are talking about. Probably he can hear Owens voice.

"Look, Dr. Owens, I uh .. first of all, the key word here is hypothetically. Like .. I don't even know if he's alive or not. But if he was and he didn't present any .. danger to people, would there be any possibility to get his life back to normal somehow? I mean, paperwork?"

"Anything is possible, Steve. But we would have to run some tests first probably."

Billy's tensing

Steve actually doesn't think it was such a great idea to call Owens now. Fuck. "One of the good ones", my ass.

"Dr. Owens, listen. Hypothetically .. -

Hargrove's rolling his eyes at hearing the word for the third time now

- .. speaking, a guy who came back from the dead would be very traumatized, right? What if .. what if there was a way not to run any tests in a lab or something like that?"

"I hear you, Steve. I would still need to see him, even if it was only me. How does that sound?"

Steve's looking at Billy. Hargrove is shrugging his shoulders.

"How can I be sure that it's only going to be you, Dr. Owens?"

"Steve. You've already been through so much. We've been through certain things together as well. You might have noticed I do things differently than my other colleagues. Will and Jane, they are living a usual life in California, right? We let them go. I just need to make sure Billy is not a threat."

"I see."

"Let's make a deal. I'll make all the papers ready. We'll meet and talk, the three of us, in a public place. Or I can visit the place where, hypothetically, -

Steve's covering the receiver with one hand and whispering to Hargrove "Is he mocking me?" -

" .. Billy is staying. Just me. If I see that everything is alright, that'll do. Billy will get his identification, and he's free to go. Believe it or not, we also want this mess to finish, once and for all."

Steve is hesitant, but, really, what choice do they have?

Billy's nodding.

"Okay. Okay, Dr. Owens. When and where should we meet?"

They agree for Steve to call Owens again in a week and decide on the meeting place.

"Good bye, Dr. Owens."

Steve can see that Billy is not very happy with this conversation.

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all."

"It's fine, Steve. What other options do I have anyway? I'm a dead man according to the system. I need the fucking papers. I can't get them without the fucking government."

"Yeah, yeah I know. But hey, I still think Owens is a good one."

"We'll see, Harrington. It's fine. Thanks for making that call."

Steve's still doubtful that it was a wise move, but he's honestly trying to help.

"What are you going to do for the rest of the day, Harrington?"

"Well I .. I need to call my mom? Check on her and kinda find out about their plans .. make sure they aren't gonna make a surprise visit here. And then, go grocery shopping. Can't take you with me, but uh .. tell me what you maybe need .. or want?"

"Steve, everything is fine, I don't need anything. I think I'm gonna go nap now. Do you wanna watch a movie later?"

"Sure. Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"What's new?"

They end up spending the afternoon and the evening cooking dinner together and watching "Back to the future" and re-watching "The Terminator" cause, apparently, they both like it, and Steve is enjoying it all so much, because he hasn't spent a day like that in a long, really long time. Also, he sort of has a suspicion Billy is enjoying himself as well, and it's not even awkward between them,

and this is strange, because if Steve recalls high school correctly, it was so strange, like Billy was out to get him and Steve was annoyed by it, and if you asked him about Hargrove he'd just say that he hated that loud Californian fuck, but in reality, and that's something he would've never told anyone, Steve sort of enjoyed his attention. Add in there those couple of times with those couple of dreams when he might've woken up with a situation in his underwear cause he ..

He really shouldn't think about it now.

Before going to bed Billy says to Steve

"Good night, man. Tomorrow we are closing that fucking portal." He's yawning and stretching and Steve still can't believe Hargrove's turned into some kind of a superhero.

***

In the early morning Old Joe calls and catches Steve on the doorstep leaving for work. He says everything is definitely not as bad as it was the previous time. They'll need two weeks, maybe two and a half, tops.

It's good news. Other good news is that Steve's parents are not planning on visiting their son for quite some time, and Steve was relieved to hear that yesterday.

Tonight they are having plans. Big plans. If he's honest with himself, Steve has been feeling so .. alive. Ever since this mess with the camaro started, and then with the hope that resident asshole Billy H. is somewhere out there, Steve's never felt lonely, or without a purpose, or like he was just wasting his life away.

***

They drive to the ruins of Starcourt after dark has set down. Billy is amazing. He throws his hand out and the air is charged with electricity, high voltage, skull and crossed bones, and

he does close the portal.

And even though he collapses on the ground right after it and Steve has to literally drag him to the beamer and inside the house to the couch again, Billy is still fucking gorgeous.

That night Steve dreams of the school basketball court and feels Hargrove's hot sweaty body pressing into his.

***

The next couple of weeks it's quiet. They get some kind of a routine going, and Steve would lie if he said he wasn't in a hurry to get home every evening. Robin's onto him and thinks he's got a girlfriend. Steve just surrounds himself with mystery and tells Robin that he can't go to the movies with her tonight, again, "Sorry Rob, some family business."

Everything is quiet and calm, and nothing really happens except their meeting with Owens. In a diner outside Hawkins, Billy's wearing a beanie and sunglasses on an absolutely sunless day, just like in spy movies, Steve's nervous, but everything goes well. Probably because they look like two teenage dumbasses "Just avoid using the word hypothetically, Steve." - "Shut up, Hargrove." and Owens understands no-one is flayed here anymore. Billy gets the whole shebang of brand new documents, and he's a free bird.

The camaro gets fixed, and when Steve brings her back, they celebrate. They are sitting in the car, shooting the shit, one of old Billy's tapes playing, and Billy smokes his first cigarette after July the 4th. He even gets through one bottle of beer and hugs Harrington before going to the guest room for the night "C'mere, man. Fucking thank you." His words are a bit slurry and eyes teary, and Steve melts into that brief hug although it's just a usual bro hug and he can't read too much into that, otherwise he won't be able to sleep tonight so he just says "See you in the morning, Billy" and watches Hargrove turn his broad back and close the door to the guest room. Billy's been gaining his weight back, and he just keeps looking better every day.

In the morning Steve's coming down to the smell of coffee in the kitchen. Billy's sitting at the table crunching on cereal. They exchange morning pleasantries and then Billy says

"Hey, Steve. I think I have to .. I have to go see my father."

To be continued

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souryogurt64 · 2 months

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happy belated plagueiversary

remember when my libarts trash college canceled my internship program in new york, kicked everyone out of the dorms with like a week's notice and kept all our money for the entire semester anyway. and my campus job was classified as a "fellowship" so i did not get any government aid. and my parents were like "you cant come home" so i ended up being an essential worker at a christian grocery store while doing an unpaid ""internship"" and taking online summer classes. and i didnt have anywhere to live so these random boys i was vaguely acquainted with in high school let me illegally sublet from their drug operation house (NOT weed) under the operation that i participated in the drug operation and oh, by the way, one of their dads was a fed

and i didnt really have any other options so i said yes and was like having severe anxiety attacks every day because of this obviously

and then someone stole my bike during this and also it would take me like an hour to drive home from the christian grocery store every night because they would shut down all the roads to stop protests. and i exploded a tire because of this and had to change it alone while crying hysterically in the middle of the street next to a FRAT PARTY and nobody at the frat party would help me

AND THEN an inland hurricane that caused damage that could be seen from space hit the area and like knocked out power and water everywhere for weeks and it was so bad it wasn't even on the news because nobody, not even the news, had power. and it downed a tree on the drug operation house. and i had to drive 3 hours to a gas station to get cell phone data to post on tumblr and call my parents and some lady tried to offer me money at the gas station because she thought i was a runaway

and then i had to move back into the shitty libarts school which was for ZOOM CLASS because they had to get the reslife money and it was like being in prison. and then everyone just expected me to get a job during this like nothing was happening

and then years later when i finally got a full time job offer it was almost rescinded because the """internship""" place refused to admit i worked there and i had to contact my college to get documentation that this fake ass """internship""" even happened. and also swmrs was happening during all of this. and also years later my parents called me and were like "hey so we stole some money you were supposed to get during covid, we thought it would benefit us and we would get more money but we didnt. and we actually kind of feel really bad about stealing from you and making you be an essential worker so we're going to transfer it to your bank account, but you have to promise not to tell anyone"

#i have zero respect for anyone not living like this in 2020 i'm sorry. you did not deserve 600 a week

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welcometosector1 · 11 months

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𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜: 𝙿𝚝.𝟻

tw: kidnapping.

11:00 pm.

Seonghwa had let himself down the vent, trusting himself in the knots he tied on some pipes on the roof. His holo was dimly lit as he listened to Yeosang direct him towards the part of the vent that wouldn’t be seen by the cameras in the room – though, it’s not like Yeosang wouldn’t shut the cameras down for him to nab the implant anyway. Yeosang was directing him, the only thing yeosang saying to the older man being “left”, “right”, and the occasional “stop’. Other than that – radio silence.

As he crawled around in this small metal maze, and finally made it to the room; he arrived a minute earlier than expected, so he continued to where the guards were about to go on break, watching their mannerisms, watching how they act and how they interact; Seonghwa was able to decipher how they would act if they were to find him. Hwa was confident that these two knuckleheads would act first think later – that is, if they were capable of thought. BioBastion Inc., behind the scenes, was given under-the-table funding from their government for military research and implant development. This research and development included everything under the sun; human testing, torture, and even going as far as to change genetic makeups to create compumania, which was a kind of cyberpsychosis.

Compumania is a more developed, parasitic form of cyberpsychosis, creating a whole new person through the use of implants. When someone replaces their entire body – no organic matter – with cybernetic implants, it rips them into bits and feeds off of what they used to be. While it is still a dissociative disorder, it also affects their physical.

Seonghwa had been caught up in watching the two before he realized it was a minute off from their break, so he slid backwards in the vent, happy he was flexible enough to get back to his original position. He watched how the guards checked the lock when they went back to their position at the door and he looked around, noting how silent the room was. Seonghwa was thankful he had an infrared scanner built into his holo, just in case – Yunho truly thinks of everything.

His H.U.D read 11:10 pm, and as he expected, he was able to get down with no trouble. He got the signal from Yeosang that all the cameras would be off for two minutes before their systems caught it – kind of pathetic coming from a multimillion-dollar company. Yeosang was just that good.

“Two minutes.” Yeosang said through the holo.

Seonghwa skillfully removed the cover without making a sound and was able to drop down, expecting the room to be empty.

It wasn’t.

Where the schematics said there was going to be a pedestal, but instead, there was a procedure chair that had a body on it. A frail, small body. The body of a young girl (around 3 years old) in a hospital gown. Near her comatose body, he saw notes from what he was assuming would be the head researcher and doctors. She had the implant already attached. Judging by the notes, she was completely artificial, except the rosy fake skin that covered all the mechanical parts they built her out of.

Usually, something like this would go back to Hongjoong, but he was unreachable. Then the command would go to Seonghwa. “What do I do…?”

Fuck, they needed this implant.

This was the only time Seonghwa spoke to Yeosang. “The implant is in the girl.” Because of the time constraint, he panicked.

“Your choice, Hwa, but if we don’t get this implant, it sets us back 6 months.”

Fuck.

“One minute, by the way.”

After looking over the notes and the girl, he made his decision. From what he could tell (again, thank you Yunho (who would ever think of something like this?)), she had no tracker in her. Seonghwa stuffed all the notes he could find into a discarded document envelope and picked up the girl – she was as light as a feather; must be some sort of magnesium alloy.

“Thirty seconds, Hwa. You need to get out,” Yeosang said through the holo, his tone getting more and more worried each second. And so, he did. Seonghwa managed to keep her from falling off his back as he jumped, lifting the two of them through the vents again. He had to scale up through the vents again, and he had to do it silently, while staying as flat as he could so he didn't do any harm to the little one on his back. She couldn't be more than three years old.

'Fuck. Shit. Ass.' He mentally cursed with every movement, and he hurried himself up with the countdown that was ringing in his holo. He managed to get to the rope he had to climb up, and he brought the baby in front of him as best as he could, grabbing it before he climbed up it, using his long legs to shuffle him up.

10.

'Fuck.'

'Fuck. I'm gonna have Yeosang's head after this.'

At the last moment, Seonghwa pulled the two up and out, panting heavily as he scurried to his feet. "I got the implant. And a little extra. I'm gonna need help with the extraction." Seonghwa had murmured into his holo, looking over the toddler. He saw a marking at the side of her neck.

3-ch.0-v1.

3-ch.0.

Echo.

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difeisheng · 1 year

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a brief note on immortality

Fake it till you make it, they say.

Hei Xiazi tries.

This decade his IDs tell people he's thirty-four years old. If anyone asks for his age and doesn't care about what a legal-not-legal document says, he'll toss out any number from twenty-nine to forty-five. None of them really matter. Or they shouldn't.

Fake it till you make it.

Hei Xiazi is thirty-four to any government who cares, and his memories tell him there's a century tacked onto that, give or take. He's outlived whole countries, generations, watched them all rise and fall with war and disease and the turning of days. He's buried family, and lovers, and friends, and strangers, and when he meets the people who will have those names to him in twenty, seventy, two hundred years he will have lived their lifespan too many times over to count.

He's old. His reflection in the mirror, frozen somewhere near the turn of the twentieth century, mocks him in its existence every time the thought tries to cross his mind.

Fake it till you make it.

Hei Xiazi is old, and this world keeps getting younger with every step of the intolerable march of time, and he's not allowed to be old because all logical evidence points to the contrary and what is your existence but your image in the eyes of others, anyway?

Might as well keep with the times.

Fake it till you make it.

The first time he lies about his age, he's forty-nine. It's an insignificant matter; Hei Xiazi thinks the man outside the bar would have taken him home regardless, but he's pushing the limit on whether or not his birthday lines up with his face and he'll have to start deceiving eventually. Doesn't hurt to get in the practice now.

Thirty-six, he says, and smiles just enough to be charming.

Fake it till you make it.

The number that comes out of his mouth is one thing. How he looks is another. Fashion is a fickle thing. People decide and re-decide what appearance denotes status, attraction, separates the modern and the outdated in a near constant cycle. Luckily for Hei Xiazi, the sunglasses became common in society around the time he really needed them, and stayed. So did the leather. For decades now people have passed him in combat boots, nondescript shirts, sunglasses of any era, and a dark jacket- sometimes real leather, sometimes not- hanging off his shoulders or slung over one, and think he's still in the first third of the average human life.

Nianqing-ren, he's even had people address him as, sometimes, as though he didn't look like this when their grandparents were born and probably before that. Though hasn't that been his goal, after all?

Maybe he could stand to start taking it as a compliment.

Fake it till you make it.

An old soul, someone calls him once, sometime in between wars and trying to forget bloodstained nights of alternating between soldier and doctor. He's so young, they say. Why is he so serious? Why do all his stories sound like they were so long ago?

It's the wisdom of an old man talking, says another. How? I don't know.

I don't want you to know, Hei Xiazi thinks, and you'll never want to. He's sixty or seventy and the weight of too many years gone by already sits heavy over his heart but there's too many left to go. But he's made an art, a livelihood out of standing out as being no one at all, and so clearly whatever cracks in the facade are showing will have to be shored up.

Somewhere in the back of one of Hei Xiazi's safehouses is a box of papers declaring his possession of various degrees, from institutions around the world. Some he acquired for amusement, and some for boredom. Some for survival. The diplomas from two drama schools are the latter.

Fake it till you make it.

And now Hei Xiazi runs with the third generation of Jiumen, and he's witnessed people surrounding each one chasing immortality, the same damn thing, over and over when not one of them really understands what it means. But who cares to know in advance, to have their dreams crushed like that? And who wants to hear it from him?

So he styles himself as Hei Yanjing, the mercenary from Hangzhou who lives only for the money at the end of the contract and never shows his eyes. Instead of telling them all to realize that living forever was always meant to be fantasy, not reality for a reason, he laughs and jokes and occasionally he gets to hit someone or something hard enough to release some of whatever storm lies beneath. Instead of letting years of losing and lying and grieving and forgetting crush him into the ground, he walks with too much arrogance, too much ignorance, and to almost everyone he knows he'll be some irritating whippersnapper who happens to back up his claims with actual skill.

Hei Xiazi climbs old palaces, and springs traps, and discovers artifacts from high antiquity with ever-shifting teams of wide-eyed explorers who look his age, but no matter how many friends he makes among them he's got more in common with the ruins than any of them. Because these stones and sculptures have been here for thousands of years, and a thousand years from now they still will be and Hei Xiazi might be, too, and every single one of these people, these children, will not.

He's old, and everyone else has the luxury of never getting that far.

And he's had too many reminders to delude himself into forgetting that life's not fucking fair, but can't it be just a little kinder? Can't he finally feel like a person of the present for once, and not the past?

If Hei Xiazi fakes it long enough, maybe one day he'll make it there.

#why am i writing so damn much this is wild #anyway i literally wrote this directly in the tumblr posting box. idk what this is i just had hxz immortality thoughts #dmbj #the lost tomb #tlt #ultimate note #hei xiazi #hei yanjing #ashton writes fic #fic #dmbj fanfic

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wanderrnest · 6 months

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@mercurialcreatur3 Answering here because it was too long for replays on the previous post i reblogged. sorry for my English.

What you said is the most painful to me. People walk among us after they went through these unspeakable horrors, and people still find ways to deny or underestimad it. This is equivalent to Holocaust denial for us. Except now, unlike Nazi Germany, even Hamas terrorists themselves filmed things and uploaded them, sometimes even to victims' social media. There are photos and videos that I wish wouldn't be true, but they are. When there's a terrorist investigation where he said they were told to murder, behead, and rape. There are videos of sexual assault. They found sexual assault evidence on dead bodies. I'm choosing not to go more graphic, but there is so much more graphic. Many people can't tell you what happened because they're dead, like entire families; we won't hear their stories (again painfully similar to the Holocaust, where in some cases there was not one left to tell); they only left butchered bodies behind them, but even that is not enough. read on shani louk, it's one exapmle out of many. look on Hadas Kalderon that her mother and niece were murderd and her two children are kidnapped in gaza without her. they uploded one thing to her daugther's tik tok - "goodbye". it's diffrenet when you know the faces and you hear the first hand stories.

Hamas is a terror organization; it thrives on propaganda. You are fed with propaganda about Israel that comes straight from their scripted messages and false information and the dehumanizing of israelis and jews. The amount of misinformation in the pro-Palestinian circles and the Muslim world is truly off the charts. Israel did not use photos of Palestinian children. Hamas burned babies and beheaded and raped Jewish people and paraded with their bodies. It's a fact; it's documented; people saw it. i can't even think about making this up because it's too terrible to even be imagined; it's hard for me to even say it. It's people's families! I can't believe I have to try to convince a fellow Jewish person that it's not a lie, that innocent Jews actually were brutally murdered. It may seem hard to believe, and you refuse to believe the photos, but is it really that hard to believe when it's literally their declared written goal? Slaughter Jews? c'mon What else do you need? why would you choose to believe the messages of a terror organization?

Yes, she said they treated her nicely; she's like 85. I'm so glad she is physically unharmed, and I believe she wisely managed to interact with them (which to me, shows more about her humanity than theirs, since kindapping a 85 years old or breaking into a house of an old lady and holding a grenade up her head (different story of rachel adri) pretty much cancels ones humanity. not to mention shooting elders in the head. I guess some of them were interactable (also, please don't forget that her HUSBAND is still there, which might be a reason for her words). but it doesn't make their crimes against humanity any less terrible, it doesn't bring back 1,400 people who are brutally murdered. they didn't treat nicely the other elders they shot, the women they raped and murdered, the babies they burned or beheaded, and the children that are still held in Gaza. their morals are entiraly diffrenet then ours in ways we cannot comprehend. they justfiy and call to do all those things to jewish people, in all ages, including rape.

Those people also understood really quickly that bragging about all their horrifying acts wouldn't give them the West support that they love, they are not stupid, so they try to minimize damage, and it's working.

As much as I'm not a fan of the Israeli government (before it all happened, I protested against it every week; again, a leftist), and I'm the last one to defend it, but this is still not some version of Russia with fake news and censorship. We are a small country with a mandatory army, where everyone knows someone who knows someone who's been affected, who was there in some way or another, during or after. Our media is still free and diverse. Please believe me; I know what happened an hour's drive from where I live. If the TV news leaves out details, and it does, it's in order to keep us sane because the ideas are too much to handle and are feared to cause massive hysteria, but everyone knows anyway. Sometimes it's even scarier to watch the news reporter knows something but stops themselves from giving the details because it's too terrible to air on TV.

Honestly, there is so much evidence and testimonies and there will be so much more. i hope that even if not now, one day you'll understand the horrors; I don't know what else will make you believe after all that. I understand you are for the weak now, but if we were weak now, we wouldn't be alive. We were weak on October 7th, and we aren't going to be weak again. Gaza could've been free without the terror organization that rules it. That was the intention from the beginning when Israel withdrew completely from Gaza, giving Palestinians autonomy. Once it got controlled by a terror organization, it naturally got complicated and violent. But we can't protect them from their own now; I'm sorry. We'll have to protect our people from being murdered. we have no way of "freeing" anyone without sentencing our own death (casual reminder of the sea of muslim countries around us, that wouln't miss a chance to join our destraction). And it feels like it's comfortable to you as a Jew that doesn't live in Israel to underestimate this need and join your friend by judging from afar, but you aren't in this danger. anyway i hope you won't be beacuse antisemitism is getting worse and worse everyday.

But if you'd be here, and these horrors were at your doorstep, believe me you'd understand the need to defend yourself. that's why i'm so anxiously try to make you understand. Israel is not comitting genocide, i'll say it again and again. it fights a terror organization thet hides behind their civillians, and it would not have done that if this terror organization stopped murdering israelis. we have no interst in killing palestinians just because they are palestinians. none.

this is the propaganda.

and if anyone from our dozens of neighbor muslim countries truly cared about palestinians and not just interested in destroying us and the western values, they would actually help them and not encourage hamas.

This comes from a leftist who, until very recently, believed wholeheartedly in a two-state solution. i don't know what i think now.

#israel #trigger alert: everything

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sweetbottletops · 1 year

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Fic Roundup - 2022 Edition

My favorite fic for 2022. Rec for Arcane, Jujutsu Kaisen, with some Spy x Family and The Dragon Prince. Have you read any of these?

The Phantom Guardian by MissingN000 Jujutsu Kaisen (Gen Fic / multi-ship) – Found Family / Canon Diverging AU! *manga spoilers* Toji comes across a child named Maki he is convinced is the missing piece of his scattered memory. His life changes when he decides to take her in. He eventually finds himself smothered in found family. (in progress)

Love, Sex & Robots by AmberZ10 Arcane (Vi/Cait) – Modern Scifi AU "In the two years she’d worked at Kiramman Enterprises, Vi had never seen anyone else go in or out of that door, had never caught a glimpse of what it concealed." You guessed it... She goes through the door. (in progress)

There is No Road Forward Without Pain and Struggle (but neither are we born only to suffer) Series by haline Jujutsu Kaisen (Nobara/Maki, multi-ship) – Found Family / Canon Diverging AU! *manga spoilers* Massive multi-part series following Nobara and Maki through the series into eventual fixit territory. Yuki Tsukumo enthusiast friendly. (complete)

Make Me Feel Loved, Again by Writer_blues Spy x Family (Twilight/Yor) – Amnesia Twilight Twilight wakes up in the hospital with his memories set to Pre-Operation Strix times. As he's piecing his life and work back together he grows suspicious Past!Twilight might have blown his identity along the way with his cover family. (in progress)

I'll Find You When the Sun Goes Black by haline Jujutsu Kaisen (Nobara/Maki, Maki & Mai) – Ghost Hunter AU Sister ghost hunter duo is assigned to investigate a cursed spirit incident in rural Japan. Gojo perhaps did not brief them fully for the job. (complete)

Arcane Sports AU Get an Entire Section

Run at the Cup by TheHomelyBadger Arcane (Vi/Cait) – Hockey AU Two longtime league rivals end up drafted into the same expansion club - the Zaun Sumprats. Their inaugural season documented by an upcoming Zaun filmmaker. (in progress)

Is Love Just Violence by Chelsayyy182 Arcane (Vi/Cait) – Kickboxing AU Zaun fighter needing to go the next step in her career hires a Piltover coach with an impeccable resume who wants a challenge. Everyone has trauma. (in progress)

Save the Last Dance for Me by panglosian Arcane (Vi/Cait) – Dance Company AU Two dance worlds collide when a member of the prestigious Piltover School of Dance plays wingman and attends a life changing Lanes Academy showcase. (complete)

Honorable Mentions

Fic I found had an interesting concept, rare pair, or were long left abandoned, but I still want to remember.

Homeward Bound by seriousam Arcane (Vi/Cait) – Space Scifi AU Caitlyn is the aloof owner of a spaceship that plucks a prisoner off the surface of an unstable planet. She impulsively decides to have her as a guest onboard her ship as she digs deeper into her file. (complete)

Diplomatic Relations by ravensurana The Dragon Prince (Amaya/Janai) – Post-War Modern AU Rival generals find themselves dealing with being out of place in the new normal as the two governments prepare for a historic peace summit. (long incomplete)

Say It Softly by seunflwr Jujutsu Kaisen (Nobara/Maki) – College Omegaverse AU Alpha Maki is ghosting her way through college while dealing with trauma from an accident that sets her apart from everyone and a family she can't conform to. Until she meets someone very loudly going through life on her own terms. (incomplete)

Open My Heart and Let it Bleed Onto Yours by pearlgarner (KiWy) Arcane (Vi/Cait) – Undercover / Fake Girlfriend Canon Diverging AU Teen Vi turns herself in to spare everyone the consequences with only Grayson's visits and letters to Stillwater connecting her to the outside world. After helping Grayson over the years on smaller jobs she is introduced to a young officer with a dangerous theory about a case. Lots of trauma. (complete)

Wintery Arcane Fic Because I'm Feeling Festive Still

Wanted: A Girlfriend for Christmas by RedPanda92 Arcane (Vi/Cait) – Holiday party / Coffee shop AU Caitlyn's boss Marcus keeps scheduling her to work holidays every year and the only way to get out of it in order to visit her parents is to prove she has a significant other. 25 day countdown begins now. (complete)

Counting Down Til Christmas by loveshazel Arcane (Vi/Cait) – Hallmark Holiday AU A small town welcomes in a mysterious outsider who has opened up a bookstore and has ties to the past. (in progress) And They Folded Like Cardboard by SarcastCity Arcane (Vi/Cait) – Winter Olympics AU A Piltover biathlon and a Zaun slopestyle medal winners meet at the Olympic Village during the last night of the games. (in progress)

#arcane #jujutsu kaisen #fic rec #fic roundup #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #nobamaki #maki zenin #nobara kugisaki #end of the year #ao3 #a03 fanfic #sweetbo thoughts

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