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CINDY THE SKULL — “Evening, officers. It’s a bit late to be skulking about, don’t you think?” Though she’s lounging around the coal room door as languidly as ever, her pale eyes ringed with coal dust seem to bore a hole in your skull.

YOU — “I’m looking for a place to sleep.”

CINDY THE SKULL — She lifts an eyebrow at you and Kim. “Did the cafeteria man finally decide he wasn’t interested in keeping a pigsty?”

YOU — “No, Kim is still staying there. I just can’t pay my bill.”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant clears his throat slightly. “Let’s not give people the impression that officers of the RCM make a habit of dodging their tabs, detective.”

CINDY THE SKULL — She glances at Kim, lips pursing just slightly.

EMPATHY — His little comment irritated her. Curious.

CINDY THE SKULL — “Tough luck, officer.” She shrugs, the faux fur collar of her coat brushing her cheeks. “There’s a perfectly good garbage bin in the courtyard. It’s got a lovely view. Real prime real estate.”

YOU — “I know. Garte said I could sleep there, but I’d rather find somewhere else.”

CINDY THE SKULL — She blinks her coal-smeared eyes at you. Then, she turns to the lieutenant. “Is he joking?”

KIM KITSURAGI — “No,” he says drily. “He is not. If you know of any… more *comfortable* places to sleep, we would be much obliged.”

CINDY THE SKULL — She stares openly at the two of you, as if in disbelief.

COMPOSURE — The absurdity of your plight has nearly broken right through her veneer of youthful detachment.

CINDY THE SKULL — “Maybe I’m the one who should be a detective. I can solve your little case for you right now.” She points to the lieutenant. “Your room.”

KIM KITSURAGI — His face is solid stone. “No.”

ESPIRIT DE CORPS — There are so many reasons why he does *not* want to do that. He has neither the time nor any desire to share them with Cindy. Or with you, for that matter.

-1 MORALE

CINDY THE SKULL — She whistles softly. “Damn. Must be true what they say about pigs and cannibalism.”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant does not rise to her bait.

EMPATHY — But there is something playing at the downturned corners of his mouth and the furrow of his brow. Something like guilt.

YOU — “What about the coal room, Cindy?”

CINDY THE SKULL — She outright laughs at you. “Fuck no! You want in my room, get a warrant, piggo!”

LOGIC — While drug possession is not a crime in Revachol, it doesn’t stop most cops from confiscating substances from vulnerable civilians for their own personal use. Including yourself, most likely.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Hey, good idea! Cindy’s an artsy type, she’s probably got all kinds of shit to get her creative juices flowing.

PAIN THRESHOLD — And to get her through the cold and the hunger and the cruelty.

VOLITION — No. Don’t make things any worse than they already are.

YOU — “But then… where do I go?”

CINDY THE SKULL — She shrugs again. “It’s not my problem, is it? Ask your partner, here. Or maybe you should take a hint and go back home to the farm.”

YOU — “I don’t know if I have a home… I think I lost it.”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant’s frown deepens. He stares down at his boots rather than meet your or Cindy’s eye.

CINDY THE SKULL — A long, almost uncomfortable silence. Her eyes are hardening as they take you in— you and your bloodshot eyes, your slightly labored breathing, your clothes that are certainly too thin to keep you warm tonight.

EMPATHY — She feels sorry for you, and she resents herself for it.

CINDY THE SKULL — She lets out a long sigh, closing her eyes and shaking her head. “All right, piggy. Just quit looking at me all pitiful… You saw the foreclosed apartment in the hall, right? If you wait for the cleaning lady to go to sleep, and you don’t stay long, it’s not a bad place. Better than the trash, anyway.”

REACTION SPEED — She seems to regret it as soon as the words leave her mouth. She’s not thrilled at the idea of trusting your honor not to rat out or even arrest your fellow squatters. But it’s too late now.

SUGGESTION — Wait. Is it really that simple? What if she expects something in return for the information? Or she could be setting a trap for you!

YOU — “Hang on. What’s the catch?”

CINDY THE SKULL — A wry smile breaks out across her face. It almost looks pained. “No catch, officer. I’m no snitch. Nor a pig.”

RHETORIC — You’ve insulted her more deeply than she cares to let on. She helped you because she knows your struggles intimately. Struggles that have claimed the lives of people she cared about. But now you’ve reminded her of the difference between you: she calls you pig because you sold your humanity for the power to strip others of their own.

EMPATHY — She’s sad. She was born sad and she will die sad. You are the one making her sad.

YOU — “Hey, Cindy?”

CINDY THE SKULL — “What?”

“I’m sorry. Thank you for helping me.”

“You shouldn’t judge me. We’re the same. We do what it takes to survive. You have the Skulls, I have the RCM.”

“Can’t we just get along?”

“I’ll pay you back somehow. I’ll make things right.”

“I don’t want to be this kind of animal anymore.”

KIM KITSURAGI — The lieutenant looks up at you, startled. Concerned, even. He almost looks as though he wants to say something, but nothing comes to him. He just stares at you, at a loss.

CINDY THE SKULL — She levels you with a steady gaze. Even without the coal dust, her eyes would look sunken into her wan face. If it weren’t for the roundness still clinging to her cheeks, she would have lost nearly all trace of her youth by now.

“I don’t think you even understand what kind of animal you are,” she says coolly.

ENCYCLOPEDIA — Homo sapien.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — A tiny, violent ape.

AUTHORITY — Predator.

HALF LIGHT — Prey.

VOLITION — You’re a human, Harry. Nothing more or less.

INLAND EMPIRE — The saddest and cruelest animal of them all.

#disco elysium #cindy the skull #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #i have a lot of feelings about cindy’s interactions w the player…#but anyway. this was inspired by me failing to earn enough money on day 2 to pay garte #and since i asked joyce for money on day one kim never sold his spinners for me #but like he does that to cover specifically the damages right. not for ur 20 real for the room #so he was comically uncaring about my plight LMFAO #even tho I the player knew that he could help me if he wanted bc he still had the spinners 😭😭😭#anyway this resulted in me panicking and swearing for quite some time bc joyce was gone for the night #and the pawn shop was closed #and eventually i just went and savescummed the check to beat up measurehead until i passed #just so that i could look around the harbor for money until i had enough to pay for the bed 😭#sorry kim for making you follow me around past 4 am but actually im not sorry #that’s what you get for almost letting me sleep in the garbage SNSGEJDHX

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Hood Assistant

Prompt Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Next Ao3

Part 4

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Hate is born from fear, and rebellion from curiosity, so what is love born from?

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Jonathan Crane wasn't always a clinically insane villain, or that's what he tells himself inside his cell; he was a brilliant scientist, and everything was going perfectly until the conflict of morality entered his practices.

It was just a couple of people, there are millions of them. Crane saw no problem in subjecting his own co-workers to his new invention "fear gas" and it was a success! for a few minutes at least; and then he was accused of so many absurd things that he can't be bothered to try to remember.

The worst part was not that, but the thousands of eyes that always watched him from the window, reddish eyes judging the center of his soul, those damn feathered creatures that mocked him, since he was a child he could remember the flying rats circling around him, he hated them!

Always there, always watching, judging, judging, judging, yelling loudly, laughing at him, Crane had had enough; even when "Scarecrow" was born he tried to drive them away, that was the whole purpose of the damn body protection, the research suit of him, but even during his last fight with batman they were there. The "Robins" themselves caused him dislike because they alluded to those flying monsters.

Finally he could get rid of them, he had decided to share his research to the world by testing it on humans in the past, when he still cared about general opinion; That was apparently disapproved, however if he got rid of the airborne pests it should be better right?

"I am a genius!" Crane exclaimed between laughs as he walked through the desolate streets of Crime Alley, his escape was not difficult at all, there were as many corrupt guards in Arkham as there were in the police, only one of his men got the job and before anyone knew it he was free.

He had made up his mind, if he could combine his research and get rid of those flying beasts it would all be worth it, literally two birds with one stone! a little infection in the legs of one of them and not even Batman could stop him.

"I have to get close to those things, though," Scarecrow muttered in disgust, watching the crows watching him from the telephone wires, "I suppose sacrifices must be made for human progress."

From the top of a telephone tower, a light-eyed crow watched the villain curiously, flapping its wings and following him through the streets. It was normal since he wasn't an adult yet so most things made him curious, a few days ago he had followed a bright red helmet and he fed him, he assumed it would be the same situation.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice," the crow exclaimed, echoing Crane's words, albeit in a slightly broken way.

"That's right, sacrifices" although he was reluctant to agree, Scarecrow nodded "now where was my safe house? I had one around here"

With easy steps, not caring too much about the fact that he was a fugitive at the time, Crane headed toward a mostly abandoned apartment complex, he recalled setting up a safe house on the spot.

"Here it is!"

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"Ugh, Cujo turn off the alarm," Danny muttered, tiredly rolling over on his bed, and trying to put a pillow over his ears.

Failing to accomplish his task, he gave up and removed the pillow, getting up and trying to open his eyes to focus on his surroundings. Even though it was mostly dark in his room, ghost powers were quite useful when it came to night vision.

"Johnny what the hell are you doing here?" The half questioned seeing not only Cujo sleeping next to him but also a blond ghost glowing like a radioactive pit in the middle of his room. He wondered if he was watching him sleep but ended up dismissing the thought, Johnny would get bored doing that.

"I came to notify you and this is how you pay me?" the ghost asked, offended, he'd hung up on his late night call with Kitty and all.

"Notify me what?" The doubtful boy questioned as he petted the ghost dog, which instead of waking up just rolled to the side reluctantly "and how did Cujo not wake up with all that noise? Did you set an alarm?"

"No, it's all over the city" Johnny sighed, although he didn't need sleep he liked to "Something about a place called Arc Ham, an escape, I didn't quite understand what they were talking about"

"Uh, I don't know what they mean either" the halfa frowned and checked his phone, it was 4:42 in the morning and he had an unread message.

Early Meeting - Jason

Johnny moved closer to read because privacy in the apartment was apparently optional, or so Danny thought wearily.

"Oh, he wants to see you early? More time for you to fantasize about your life together and your future cat" the blond scoffed.

"Shut up Johnny, I still have to ask Hood about his relationship, I'm not breaking up a couple" Danny said resignedly, he really needed to confirm that.

Deciding that it wasn't really possible for him to go back to sleep he stretched and yawned, maybe it would be a good start to his day early.

"Let's go have breakfast, it's going to be 5 o'clock anyway and I don't think we'll sleep with all that noise" he commented leaving his room and going to the living room of the apartment, to be part of an abandoned building in one of the worst places from the city it was quite spacious; Of course, both Technus and Danny made some improvements, avoiding touching the strange room in the back.

"Sure Hun, I could use some ecto" the ghost followed him, letting the pup sleep for a bit longer.

When they turned on the kitchen lights, something began to knock on the door. It seemed that they were trying to open it, the ghost and the halfa looked at each other doubtfully.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice!" The voice of a crow was heard outside.

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"What do you mean Scarecrow escaped from Arkham, Replacement?" Jason questioned with annoyance as he walked through his apartment, a couple of hours ago he had finished his rounds on Crime Alley and it turns out that he couldn't sleep because he had a crazy person on his streets.

"Yes, he is in your territory so we decided not to interfere until we told you first" Tim said, his relationship with his older brother was strained at best.

"Don't you dare invade, I'll take care of him." Jason frowned, he didn't need the whole gang in his house.

"It'd be safer if we could go now, Little Wing-" Dick tried to reason.

"No, I'll take care of him" Jason stated again.

"Fine, but let us know if you need backup" Dick sighed, there was no reasoning with his little brother when he was like that, he was too stubborn.

"It's too early anyway, he's probably hiding, Crane is dramatic enough to wait until dark." Jason sighed reluctantly, waving goodbye and disconnecting the communications.

"It's better if I gather the gang earlier, don't you think, beautiful?" He questioned bending down and stroking Dog's head affectionately, although at first he was going to leave the pitbull at a shelter, he had grown fond of her.

Deciding that this was the best course of action he sent a message to all the "Hoodlins" or whatever they decided to call themselves that week for an earlier meeting. It was better to coordinate a delivery of gas masks in the community, for any mishap. Just in case Crane decided to go even crazier than usual.

"At least they didn't ask about the helmet" he hummed uncertainly, technically there was nothing wrong, but after a confrontation with a gang and some baseball bats it ended up being dented, his communications were pretty affected.

He could quickly repair it in the Batcave but he refused to set foot in the place before the weekly meeting Alfred forced them to attend. He decided to check it out in the afternoon, he was pretending to be just "Jason" and could claim that the Hood was looking for Crane, which wasn't a lie.

In the worst case he would call Babs to alert the bats if he ran into Scarecrow while he was camouflaging himself as a "civilian", he hated being rescued but it was unlikely to happen.

He couldn't be that unlucky, right?

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"Uh, I wonder if it's the owners calling," Danny muttered under his breath as the door kept swinging.

Deciding to ignore the strange phenomenon for now (what could happen to them? They were already dead) he passed a container of ecto to Johnny while he poured himself a coffee, with radioactive green foam of course.

"Didn't food used to come alive when you did that?" questioned the ghost looking at the coffee uncertainly, he had fought alive hot dogs before and didn't find it a fun experience.

"Not in such small quantities, my parents had a full fridge; it's like comparing putting a drop of acid in water with putting a drop of water in acid" the halfa commented nonchalantly, all of his ectoplasm was arranged to isolate itself from food and being properly protected, the radiation was basically nil.

"Right." Johnny internally wondered if no one had called child protection or OSHA, but looking at the boy who was literally a foot from the grave he figured it was too late.

The ghost decided that it was better to change the subject before going into an existential crisis about his friend/ex/roommate with little sense of survival and unsafe home, Danny was not a Fenton anymore after all. Luckily he remembered an important question that Kitty had asked him earlier.

"Hey Danny, if you didn't have money to pay for an apartment when you got here, how did you get this place?" Johnny questioned curiously as the thought came to his mind again, he remembered the halfa complaining about it, and Kitty was curious too.

Danny didn't answer and just looked away, which made the blonde suspicious.

"Danny?" he asked again

"Maybe there was an empty apartment in good condition and I just...occupied it" the halfa replied, drinking his coffee and trying to get out of the conversation.

"DID YOU STEAL AN APARTMENT?" The ghost exclaimed in surprise.

"Well, it's not stealing if no one is claiming it" the boy defended himself.

"Weren't you supposed to be the hero?" Johnny questioned in dismay.

"No, I'm retired," Danny shrugged.

Johnny looked at the boy again, trying to connect the current image with the teenage hero he remembered, guessing he had simply slipped more to the gray side of things.

Was it his fault? He questioned himself for a few seconds before remembering all the boy's influences in his life and denying, no, Danny definitely had worse examples.

"Actually there is a room that we decided not to check for that reason, it felt weird" commented the halfa looking at the end of the corridor "Technus said it was creepy and I left it alone"

"Aren't you curious what can scare even a ghost?" The blond asked, now he wanted to explore the room.

"No Johnny, leave the place alone" Danny dismissed the comment.

"Oh come on, you can't just say there's a secret and unexplored room and forbid it" the ghost frowned, maybe he was getting carried away by the same influence of rebellion that had led him to die but he didn't care.

"I'm literally Schrödinger's cat, I don't want to be the cat that dies of curiosity too, the next thing we know I'll grow cat ears" the halfa denied, what works, works.

"Coward" the blond frowned annoyed.

"Fine, you can search the room but it will be at your own risk, okay? You have to face the consequences if something happens" Danny resigned himself to letting Johnny discover whatever was in there, he didn't care so much but maybe it would be nice to know .

"Cool!" The ghost lit up like a Christmas tree and floated to the mysterious door, opening it.

The room was quite strange, it looked like a study full of chemicals and various things, there were multiple glass bottles bubbling and had formulas on the walls; the final result, if the annotations could be trusted, it looked like some kind of spray, the ghost approached the container with curiosity. It was obvious that the place hadn't been used in a while, but someone had left a job unfinished.

"Uh, it looks like some kind of gas, I think this was a mad scientist's house" Johnny commented uncertainly as he sprayed some gas, it didn't seem to do anything, but to be fair he didn't really need to breathe, and there was no way it would affect his skin if it wasn't meant for ectoplasm.

"A gas?" Danny peeked down the hall, seeing the chem lab Johnny was in, he supposed it was ironic moving from a house with a lab in the basement to an apartment with a lab down the hall.

"Yeah, there's a trap door here, so there must be more, maybe even a basement" the ghost commented curiously, it was obvious what he planned to explore next "the gas doesn't do anything though"

"It's probably meant for humans, you don't breathe so it doesn't affect you" the halfa theorized more than determined to get away from the lab if Johnny was spraying dangerous substances all over the place.

"I guess" The ghost agreed, he was about to open the hatch when he heard the front door give way; he left the laboratory alarmed and closed the door, he could see the place when someone was not invading his temporary haunt.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice!" was heard again.

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"Damn, the door is locked" after twenty minutes of pushing the apartment door Scarecrow was starting to get annoyed, he knew the place was old but this was just ridiculous.

To top it off, the number of crows that were watching him had increased, what was the point of the disguise if they were going to follow him like lost ducklings?

"Get out, get out, get out" he tried to push them away, it probably looked ridiculous, considering that the little annoyances flapped their wings and came closer, he could see in their eyes how they were judging him again, it was frustrating.

"Get out, get out, get out" the crows repeated together.

Crane's anger was building, were the damn birds kicking him out? He couldn't believe the nerve of the things, he really needed to get rid of them as soon as possible. If only the bloody door would give way.

"Shut up!" He exclaimed in annoyance, although he knew that wouldn't work.

"Shut up, shut up" repeated the crows with joy, they really were very intelligent.

Deciding to ignore the creatures he turned his attention to the door again; after all his attempts the damn thing had opened and he could access his safe house.

"Finally!" Scarecrow smiled, he just needed a few minutes in his lab and everything would be solved.

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Shadow wasn't very forthcoming, unlike most concept-born ghosts who expressed their opinions freely, they preferred hiding; They could understand that most of their acquaintances had thought they were just part of Johnny and honestly they didn't care. Because as stupid as it sounds bad luck marveled at love, and he learned the most important thing: to spend your existence learning by your Soulmate's side, protecting and caring for them was worth it.

And maybe it was true, that nothing and no one was immune to falling in love, platonic or romantic; and as is well known, everyone does stupid things for love.

So, you can understand why as soon as Shadow felt danger near their haunt, they decided to check the surroundings; Johnny would probably wake up soon but it was more important to ensure the safety of his light. Their obsession might not be protection like the halfa's, but they were going to vanish before leaving the blond unprotected against an unknown threat.

They found it curious to see a man in a strange costume on the streets. At first they thought it was a ghost but they couldn't feel any ectoplasm inside him. Curiously, they hid within the nearby shadows. It was probably for that reason that the strange term attracted many crows, it was said that they were the symbol of bad luck and they honestly liked them.

"Sacrifice, sacrifice" sang one of the younger crows approaching, Shadow couldn't help but get out of the shadows and approach the little thing, instead of moving away the crow flew towards them and snuggled into their arms, or what was supposed to be their arms.

The disguised stranger continued to walk away, the crows that had surrounded them at the beginning seemed to take more interest in the disguise and decided to follow him. That was probably better, the human was talking to himself, which could teach the birds more, after all Shadow preferred not to talk at all.

Seeing that there was no more danger, they decided to go back to their haunt companions, the weird guy followed by crows didn't seem like a threat so they could go back to Johnny and make sure the surroundings were safe again. With the goal in mind they walked away with the raven in their arms.

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"Shadow?" questioned Johnny curiously seeing his partner at the door, his thoughts about the strange lab almost forgotten, "what do you have there?"

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" exclaimed the crow in the ghost's arms, flying around the apartment.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no more pets in this apartment" Danny immediately shook his head upon seeing the little bird singing "much less sadistic pets"

"The only pet we have here is Cujo" Johnny claimed, offended.

Danny decided not to mention that taking care of both Johnny and Shadow was equivalent to taking care of two more pets, because they required almost the same as Cujo: food and attention. Well, more Johnny, Shadow was pretty quiet and didn't demand anything.

"Uhu, we're not adopting a crow." Danny rolled his eyes at the pleading eyes of both ghosts.

“Crow! Crow!” Exclaimed the excited crow.

"But he's so smart, and he's a quick learner" the blonde said "Let's not adopt him, just let him stay around often, please?"

"Please, please!" It seemed that the crow itself was begging, so the halfa sighed.

"Fine, we'll let him go, but he can climb out the window if he chooses and we'll feed him." Danny said, it was obvious he was going to have another pet to take care of.

"Excellent!" Johnny looked at Shadow expectantly, Shadow simply nodded, clapping their hands and hugged the blond before merging back to their original place "Shadow agrees too"

“Gree, Gree" the crow was learning too many words and sounds.

"You're a very smart crow aren't you?" Danny called the bird that had landed on his head "I'll call you Poe."

"Poe! Poe!" The crow moved over his head and flew to his shoulder.

"Fine, but I have to go to work in a few minutes anyway, Johnny don't wake Cujo up, and if anything happens call me okay?" The halfa couldn't help but go to get ready for work, probably a little better than he should.

"The Twinkcito is lost" Johnny laughed as he sat down next to the crow that was now perched on the sofa "I'm sure he dressed up too much to go see Jay"

"Twi!Twi!cito!" Poe tried to get the word out.

"Yes, Twinkcito head over heels in love," Johnny encouraged him.

"Love love!" Poe exclaimed proudly.

When Danny ran out of the apartment, after spending too much time considering what he should wear, Johnny decided not to comment on how his little visitor had followed him.

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"Sorry, am I too late?" Danny hurried to meet Jason at the right place, he had come running because it took him too long to decide what to wear, which was a little ridiculous when he ended up wearing the same jacket Johnny gave him in reverse.

"No, you're just in time, I was going to make the announcement" Jason smiled a little relieved, he had been scared that some of his men were missing "Okay, listen up"

He raised his voice to get the attention of most of the people gathered, although it didn't have as much effect as the moment a crow landed on his head, Jason looked at him strangely, but decided to ignore it as Danny waved the crow off.

"Scarecrow escaped last night" Jason continued, grunts were heard from the crowd "yeah, I'm not excited either, but we'll spend today handing out gas masks around Crime Alley, okay?"

After a general agreement he turned to Danny who was looking at the crow in a panic "Are you okay?"

"Ah, yes, perfectly, yes" the halfa replied a little upset.

"Twinkcito! Twinkcito!" Poe exclaimed happily.

"Johnny" Danny growled as he heard the crow.

"I suppose it's yours?" Jason chuckled but tried to cover it up by coughing, which didn't have much of an effect when Danny saw his betrayal.

"It's not mine, my roommate brought it and he's been following us but I thought he'd leave as soon as I got out of the apartment" the boy sighed.

"I guess he's taken a liking to you, what do you think about joining us today buddy?" Jason questioned patting the crow's head, though he wondered if he should look up more about that Johnny.

"Love! Love!" The crow exclaimed excited.

They both stared at the crow's words for a few seconds, Danny was the first to look away embarrassed, he was going to find out how to kill Johnny twice. One word shouldn't cause you to instinctively look at someone damn it.

"Right." Jason cleared his throat and led Danny over to the gas masks he had collected for these occasions, most of the goons were grabbing their own bag but since he was technically still a suspect, and fairly new, he had decided to join the boy for the task.

The morning passed quickly as Danny followed Jason carrying a bag of the masks that they were handing out together through Crime Alley. In general it seemed that Jay was focusing on the children, it was common for them to change places so he was worried that his companions would not reach them in time. The crow had moved away a while ago.

Danny greeted the kids who had arrived last time and they asked when he would be back at the soup kitchen.

"Well, I don't eat much, but if it's for work, probably next week" the halfa admitted.

Both Jason and the children looked at him uncertainly. Jason wondered if he should raise his pay since he hadn't given him any money yet, so maybe he didn't have food; or whether he should prepare refreshments for him. The children were more direct.

"Don't you eat much? Don't you have food at home?" A surprised girl questioned.

"Yes, I have food, although today I only had coffee for breakfast" Danny shrugged "my friend makes sure I eat something during the day, I usually forget about it"

Jason frowned at the answer, so the problem wasn't money.

"You're going to have breakfast with me on the days we work together" the vigilante pointed out, probably more demanding than he intended.

"Huh? Okay" Danny blushed, thinking that Jay had indirectly asked him out "Won't Hood have a problem with that?"

"Why would he?" Jason looked at Danny doubtfully. "I'm pretty sure he'll feed you as soon as I mention it to him."

The children looked at each other and after a quick conversation where Danny assured that he was not starving, they said goodbye. Each one with a mask in hand and a new tidbit about "Jay, the new guy and Hood"

After a while of distributing the masks Danny decided to ask.

"Jay, what's a Scarecrow?"

"Right, you're new to Gotham" Jason reminded "he's a recurring villain, he likes to scare people with fear gas"

"Oh" Danny remembered the lab at home "green gas?"

"Not necessarily, I really don't know what color it will be as he updates the formula." Jason was pretty sure Crane preferred purple for some reason.

"And by any chance he wears a Scarecrow mask and dresses weird?" Danny questioned looking across the street in a bit of a panic.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Jason asked curiously.

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!" The crow flapping in front of them in a panic, Jason noticed that Danny was reaching into the bag.

It was at that moment that a building exploded behind him and Jason could hear Crane's characteristic laugh from across the street. He was relieved that he hadn't noticed them until Scarecrow fixed his gaze on the crow near them.

"Finally, I will get rid of those monsters and fear will rule all of Gotham!" Crane exclaimed with glee, laughing as the gas began to spread out down the street.

Jason cursed his luck, the only day the mad scientist had preferred to attack in the middle of the damn afternoon and he didn't have his weapons or his helmet with him "Danny you have to get out of here"

"No" Danny continued searching, but at the end of the bag he could only find a mask "you have to get out of here and gather the others"

Jason fixed his gaze on the approaching gas, Crane closing in on them too fast, driven to get rid of the crow next to them.

"Danny, the masks" Jason was cursing, he had to be stuck as a civilian.

"There's only one left" the halfa murmured worriedly.

Before Jason could say anything else, the gas was beginning to spread until almost reaching his face, he turned to Danny in a panic when he felt a weight on his nose.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You've never faced fear gas before, you have no resistance!" Jason exclaimed in concern, trying to remove Danny's hands from his face where he had put the only gas mask on.

No matter how hard he tried to struggle, the boy had more strength than he appeared. Jason didn't have time for pretty boys with a hero complex, it was too dangerous.

"Love! Love!" The crow exclaimed in panic, rising to where the gas was not reaching.

"Yeah, I'm probably being an idiot, I know." Danny was aware of that, he didn't know how his own unique physiology would react to the gas, but he could handle Frighty's dimension, and if anything happened he would at least know that Jay would be safe. His core couldn't bear to leave someone in danger, much less someone he likes.

"Now is not the time to be a hero!" Jason complained angrily when the boy adjusted the mask on his face, he could see Danny being surrounded by the damn gas.

"I'm not a hero Jay" Danny denied, it had been a long time since he was one, he swallowed looking around, not knowing what to expect "But I know some people are worth going crazy for"

Was he being a hopeless romantic? Yeah; logically he knew he could have gotten rid of the effects another time where he was paying more attention, there were many solutions: not breathing, surrendering to his ghost form, becoming intangible, but as he had mentioned earlier, he was a fool; he could feel his head start to cloud over, he had gasped in reflex panic, he was scared of not finding a mask for Jay and he forgot about himself, it was too late.

"Damn," Jason growled as he pressed the button that called Oracle, he held Danny close to his body as he saw him start to tremble "fuck, fuck."

"Jason? What's wrong?" Barbara's voice sounded shaken, it was early for anyone in the family to call, and Jason calling was rare.

"Crane, I'm engaged, tell the bats to hurry up or I swear I'll shoot him in the head" he said annoyed "he's not paying attention to me but I'm in front of him, I'll hide in a nearby alley, tell them to hurry up fucking immediately"

Oracle hastened to call the bats tracking his current location as Jason walked off into one of the nearby alleys, leading a trembling Danny along with him.

"You're an idiot" he murmured sadly, hugging the boy; he held him when the boy couldn't stand up and began to mutter in panic.

He knew there wasn't much he could do, he had a gun hidden in his thigh but if he killed Crane he would have another argument with B, and he was honestly not in the mood, he didn't want to leave Danny alone either.

"They better hurry up, damn it" even though he knew there was no point getting upset, he couldn't help it, he was aware that it would take a while for the bats to even process an antidote for Scarecrow's new formula.

"No wait, don't leave me alone" Danny stirred where he was still nestled in his arms, Jason stroked his back lovingly.

"Shh, its okay, you're not alone, I'm here" the vigilante knew it was useless, most of the victims of the fear gas were not aware of their surroundings, but he needed to do something to console the stupid man who decided to jump into an unknown danger for him, who did not think twice before deciding that he was worth it.

"You make it very difficult to suspect you, you know?" Jason sighed "I think I grew fond of you too, Doll."

And really, this guy was unfair, how could Jason resist falling for this asshole?

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Aaand tag time, sorry for all the wait, honestly it was a bit of a difficult week but I wasn't going to let the week go by without an update so here we are, I hope you liked it (Hi Nixxie), I don't know how I keep accidentally making my chapters bigger but hey, I was really excited to write this scene and here we are, I hope this story doesn't go too fast for you, tell me your theories about the lab or anything else haha

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Ooh ooh ooh Do you think you could do a masterpost for Dishonor and Honor titles? As well as maybe renames/the general Meaning and etiquette around names?

Yeah I really need to sit down and do that. You should know me by now though, brain goes 200 MPH and picks a random thing to focus on!

I'll slap down a casual list though just of everything I remember

HONOR TITLES:

Daylight -> Clawface Given by Brokenstar after a really bloody battle to boost Clan morale. One Clawface wanted because he didn't like his 'poetic' old name and wanted to sound cool and strong.

Meltpelt -> Ratscar Given by Brokenstar for surviving being buried in rats at Carrionplace. Broken was fond of honor titles.

Leafstripe -> Leafpool For discovering the Moonpool

Lizardtail -> Hallowflight For heroics during the Great Battle, running a marathon to fetch help and betraying the Dark Forest

Stormpaw -> Crookedjaw Disappeared to fully train himself, discovering how to fight and hunt with his injury and killing an old fox alone.

Hoprunner -> Deadfoot Created a battle technique where he distracted with his good paw, and clobbered with his bad one. Eventually created a "bonker" for the arm that would keep the wrist firm so bonkings didn't cause recoil damage.

Bluefur -> Bluemoon Unsure how she got the title though, still working that out

Stormcloud -> Monsterscar He will get this as first order of business after Bramblestar retires, or when Stormcloud dies in-canon

Thorntuft -> Shredtail He earned this title after he killed a boar, but it wasn't THE ONE who ate his family so he kept going.

DISHONOR TITLES

??? -> Maggottail Unsure how exactly, but this one is definitely a dishonor title.

Brightpaw -> Swifthound Dishonor Titles do not mock scars or the surviving of grievous injuries. Those things are VALUED in Clan society. Dishonor titles are abstract, meant to mock mistakes and follies and publicly shame the cat. Brightpaw was being reminded, every day, of the fact she got Swiftpaw killed violently. It was considered cruel and disgusting to do this when her cousin dying should have been punishment enough.

Stonefur -> Heartworm Tigerstar is calling him a deadly parasite that must be dealt with before he destroys the Clan from the inside out.

Mistyfoot -> Festerberry Similar to Stonefur, this is the Clanmew word for an abscess or pustule.

Featherpaw -> Silverpaw & Stormpaw -> Graypaw To liken them to their codebreaking parents and to say that they are the reason their mother is dead. Their father isn't even decent enough to pay for his crimes, so they will be punished instead.

Breezepelt -> Rottenheart Great Battle involvement. For being the little ringleader in WindClan.

Sunstrike -> Brokensun Great Battle involvement. References an extinguished sun that no longer shines.

Furzepelt -> Fleapelt Great Battle involvement.

Harestar -> Darkseeker Great Battle involvement. References how he sought the Dark Forest to meet Mudclaw

Mousewhisker -> Stupidhead Great Battle involvement. Same word in Clanmew as 'Mousebrain.' Meant to reference how he had no bad intentions, but still ended up on the side of the Dark Forest by not thinking through the implications of training in hell. Backfires massively because it's REALLY funny, and a perfect example of Bramblestar being an awful namer.

Spiderleg -> Spiderbite Great Battle involvement. For almost killing his son, Toadstep. In Clanmew this word is, "Spider-Doing Cannibalism," a rough translation to English.

Blossomfall -> Shredbloom Great Battle involvement. More direct translation would be "Removed-Bud" referencing a flower bud plucked before it could become fruit.

RiverClan and ShadowClan didn't apply any Dishonor Titles for Great Battle involvement.

#I'm sure I missed a couple #honor titles #dishonor titles #clan culture #better bones au

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Borderline Personality Disorder in The Batman (2022)

I wrote this in 2022 for a class so I don't fully agree with everything written as it was a while ago and I was trying to get a grade but it's an interesting character study

In the 2022 film The Batman both Bruce Wayne/The Batman and Edward Nashton/The Riddler display signs of borderline personality disorder. While both men fit the criteria for BPD in their own way, this section will predominantly focus on Edward Nashton. Nashton is a white male who appears to be in his late 20s to early 30s. He is shown to have no close personal connections and has little interaction with the outside world other than posting online videos to his approximately 500 followers, communications with the press following his elaborate murders, and a perceived, and in reality one sided, partnership with The Batman. What is known of Nashton’s political ideology is solely centered around the political corruption in the City of Gotham. He has no faith left in the political system or those who participate in it. Though he is a criminal in his own right, the same as his victims, he completely devalues their lives and sees them as nothing more than scum to be cleansed from Gotham and vessels to deliver his message through. He has dedicated his life to exposing the corruption of the Gotham elite due to how he feels they have failed him. Early in his life Nashton was orphaned, the exact circumstances are unknown, and he describes his time at the orphanage as unbearable, stating that he would often wake up to rats biting at him and that at least one of the infants would die every winter. This kind of trauma early in one’s life undoubtedly has profound effects on development and mental health. It is quite obvious from Nashton’s behavior in the film that BPD is not the only disorder caused by his past trauma; he likely has PTSD and displays a high amount of delusional thinking that may not be attributable to borderline personality disorder.

Nashton is fixated on both Bruce Wayne and The Batman, unaware that they are the same person. He despises Bruce Wayne due to the fact that while he was left suffering in an overcrowded, underfunded orphanage while all of Gotham mourned the loss of Thomas and Martha Wayne and sympathized with Bruce Wayne, alone in his ‘palace,’ as The Riddler calls it. Nashton does not feel that Bruce has suffered as he has and that Bruce must pay for the sins of his father. On the other hand, The Riddler idolizes The Batman for his mission to rid the City of Gotham from crime and corruption. He feels that they are one and the same. When Nashton finally meets The Batman, he is overjoyed that his mission is finally coming to fruition, but when The Batman rejects him, Nashton moves very quickly from panic and denial to total devaluation of The Batman and his abilities. Another,albeit lesser, example of Nashton’s idealization in relationships is his reaction to his fellow prisoner in Arkham Asylum. While Nashton is distressed at The Batman’s rejection, another prisoner begins to offer words of comfort to him. Nashton immediately latches on to this and begins to envision the man as a great friend and supporter without ever seeing him. This clearly illustrates the tendency for those with borderline personality disorder to focus on extremes (idealization or devaluation) in their interpersonal relationships. While Nashton does not display self damaging behavior in the typical sense, it can be argued that his fixation on The Batman, the way he destroys his home to enact his revenge, and his sacrificing himself to the Gotham Police Department (who are notoriously corrupt and not unlikely to desire revenge on Nashton after he murdered the police commissioner) after his plan is completed are all behaviors that are not in his own best interest and at times are damaging to his own wellbeing.

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60 Years of Doctor Who Anniversary Marathon - C. Baker 1st Review

The Two Doctors - TV Story

I was so disappointed when this was the story that the randomizer chose.

Unlike most fans, I genuinely enjoy Colin Baker's time as the Doctor on tv. I would have gladly watched any other story, yes even The Twin Dilemma or The Mysterious Planet. Heck, I personally think Timelash is loads of fun.

But this....

Not only is The Two Doctors my least favorite C. Baker episode, it is perhaps my most disliked episode of the classic era. And quite possibly in the bottom ten stories out of the show's history.

However, fair is fair. This is what the randomizer picked and I haven't given the story an honest shot since my first viewing of it.

So is it as bad as I remember?

Yes.

It really is that bad.

Granted there are moments in the story that are entertaining, but these are few and far between and don't do enough to save the serial.

The first and foremost problem is that the story suddenly turns the Doctor into a racist!

These are Androgums. They're an enslaved race, born into servitude because they are deemed to be "less intelligent" then more "civilized" races.

The main villain has been experimented on by a mad scientist, used as a sentient lab rat, and has gained genius intellect and knowledge through her forced upon mutations.

She uses her brains to manipulate people, framing the time lords for crimes they, lets be honest, would have committed themselves anyways, and kidnaps the doctor to force him to teach her time travel so that she may free her people and conquer those that had enslaved her.

You would have thought that the Doctor would be at least sympathetic to her motives, if not her methods, but no!

The Doctor constantly repeats through out the story that Androgums are inherently evil. That it's "in their nature" to destroy everything. That they can never become better people no matter what, and constantly dismisses their plight.

Worse, the story goes on to prove this outlook as correct when the Doctor is forced to become an Androgum himself through genetic experimentation and briefly becomes "evil."

Like why the fuck would you write that into your story!?

Did you not stop to think at all that this might not be the best way to write your hero, nor the most appropriate message to put forth in your narrative?

Then again, this is the written by the same man who wrote The Talons of Weng-Chiang because he unironically loved Fu Manchu movies.

I don't place Robert Homes on any kind of pedestal unlike the rest of fandom and bullshit like this story is why.

Oh but there's more offenses to find here.

See, Homes is not only racist, he's also that smug fake leftist that pretends he's better than you because he doesn't eat meat.

His preachy, holier than thou, anti-meat arguments have popped up a couple of times on the show, but here is where it's at it's most overbearing and obnoxious.

See, there are plenty of legitimate reasons to adopt a vegetarian/vegan diet... from religious beliefs, to health and safety concerns in commercial processing, to personal dietary needs... but Homes never makes this argument.

No Homes believes that people who eat meat are no better then murdering cannibals!

Man what I wouldn't pay to see Robert Holmes in a debate with the current writers of the Poison Ivy comics.

But to add injury to insult, Holmes then decides that the Doctor and Peri must become vegans like him at the end of the story.... You know the two characters who are not his creations and have no previously established reasons to adopt his personal belief systems.

Peri has since been retconed into having always been a vegetarian in the expanded universe, and that works okay as there's nothing in previous episodes to contradict it. It also nicely ties into her being revealed as a botanist in the next story.

But the Doctor not only has never held this practice before, the story makes a point to establish that he does enjoy eating meat and has him fishing for fun at the beginning.

So this is essentially the writer forcing his personal beliefs on to the main hero of a long established running series that he himself has only been a part of for a brief amount of time.

Trying to morph a character that isn't yours into just another version of yourself, ignoring anything that came before to do so, is bad writing. Plain and simple.

It's not only disrespectful to the character and their creator, it's also just flat out boring.

If you can't write anyone but yourself and can't present anyone else's view other than your own, then why the fuck are you even writing to begin with?

This a personal pet peeve of mine in professional media, writing characters that aren't yours out of character cause of ego, and I truly think it's a waste of everyone's time.

What else...

Oh the pacing is poor, the direction is flat, and I truly despise the scene where Oscar dies with the passion of a thousand suns!!!

It is the most tone deaf, poorly directed, poorly acted, poorly written scene in the entire story with perhaps the stupidest dialogue in the entirety of the classic era.

I hate it!

At least we can only go up from here.

#doctor who #classic who #sixth doctor #colin baker #peri #jamie #second doctor #patrick troughton

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symphonic-scream · 1 year

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Okay

Phantom Pirates au time

This would be a Persona 5 (Royal) Pirate au, and I'd love to make it a full fic but I've got my plate full for now, however, as always, I'm super down to chat and post about it here

So, without further adieu, it's pirate time

So it all starts with a boy, and a ship. No one knows the kid, where he comes from, or how he managed to acquire such a fine vessel. Most guess that he must be about 12, smudged with soot and sporting a bright yellow scarf

He dreams of a life on the high seas, of adventure and doing what's right to the end. However, no child could manage a ship the size of the Velvet Room all on his own, and finding a crew that matches ones ideals would be a hard task.

...or would it?

A young man is sentenced to death, sitting in a damp, solitary cell awaiting his trudge to the gallows. Falsely accused, no fair trial in sight. He stares up at the stars through the bars at night, and wishes that he could be given another chance

Two foreigners fall under the thumb of a business they hadn't intended to be sucked into. In order to save their own skins, they hand over their only daughter to be bought or sold, to be done with however her buyers please. She cries silently at night, dreaming of escape and loving for herself

The streets are a dangerous place for a youth. His father owed a debt, one his mother payed for with her life. Left on his own, an injury rotting away one foot, he stole to pay for a shabby peg, his meals. Treated like a rat scurrying under the feet of the townspeople. He prays for a chance to make them all pay, to bring hope to those like him

Each is given a chance, an offer from a small boy; Join his crew, help his cause, and a life of glory will await them on the other side.

And how could they say no?

Within a month, an infamous sex trafficker finds his fort burning up around him, cowering in the shadows of three figures; one with a false leg, the image of a skull painted over his face; a woman in a red leather corset, fire spreading with each snap of her fingers; and a man in a long, dark coat, the burning flames of rebellion in his eyes

Suguru Kamoshida burns that day, but the evidence of his crimes does not. That is the day that whispers start to spread, about a new pirate crew, one to be feared;

The Phantom Thieves of Hearts

In a port a few months later, they pick up a new member. A young artist, who reveals all in his work, being hunted after revealing the sins of a baron in a public portrait. Cornered by guards in what he believes are his final moments, the young man accepts his fate. However, his time has not yet come. A figure in a tall dark coat comes to his aid, and he makes a deal with a young boy with a yellow scarf

Left to die, bleeding out on the sand of a small island, a young woman cries for her sister. She'd gone blindly down the same path that had gotten her father killed, and had been named a military deserter for maintaining her morals. Shes found there, on the brink of death, a wound from a musket draining her life away in her gut. A young boy patches her up, and accepts her vow to repay them for her life, fighting by their side

Stowed away below the deck of the Velvet Room, they stumble upon a girl. Small, frail, terrified. Her death is sought after by many, as she carries the last proof of the crimes her mother died trying to bring to the light. Making a deal with the youngest Phantom comes easily to her, an urge for vengeance fresh in her heart.

A young royal, heart and soul locked away in her father's palace, promised to a man whose eyes boil with sludge and sin. Both ignore the calling card sent their way, and their fortunes burn around them in the dead of night, the blood of their hired guns soaking the marble floors. Smoke fills the locked tower, the door flung open. The heiress is escorted back to a ship she's only dreamed of, and given a choice. For her, it is an easy decision to make. She shakes the hand of the young boy with the deadliest of pirates at his back

Twin performers, hair as red as the dawn, favoured throughout the lands for their talent. However, their troupe leader owes money he does not have, and the elder erases the debt with her own blood, spilled unwillingly one cold night. Framed for her own sister's murder, the younger is forced to flee. Starving in a port not known for its generosity, she finds a young boy staring down at her with the bluest of eyes. When he offers her a chance to make things right, she takes his hand

Their Monikers, spread through carefully painted portraits posted after shabby wanted posters made their debut, spread fear among those that do wrong.

Joker, a man who is as deadly as he is mysterious, always heading the Phantom charge in the dead of night

Skull, who man's their canons with a deadly force, just as loud and bombastic as the artillery he fires

Panther, a beauty with flames that dance from her fingertips, flint sewed into a pair of rose gloves

Fox, as handsome as he is beautiful, hidden in the shadows, master of disguise

Queen, her shots always deadly accurate, blood red eyes haunting survivors until their final breath

Oracle, a mastermind in her own right, planning each heist and raid as easily as planning what to eat for dinner

Noir, a deadly force that spills blood with glee, fighting with elegance, grace, and rage

And Violet, quick with a blade, her hand always steady as she drives it through another victim's chest

They are the Phantom Thieves, pirates of the Velvet Room.

Anyways yeah so there it is. What do y'all think? Thoughts? Ideas? Questions? Please I wanna talk about this

#persona 5 royal #persona 5 au #persona 5 #p5r au #p5r #p5 #p5 joker #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #yusuke kitagawa #makoto niijima #futaba sakura #haru okumura #sumire yoshizawa #phantom pirates au

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13. Judgement

“A king must judge, and must be judged.”

The King was dead, Lief’s friends said. And a good thing, too, Lief thought savagely, as again he hurried for home. The king deserved to die for the suffering he had brought to his people.

- The Forests of Silence

“You are a trickster and deceiver!” he cried, slipping his hands under his shirt, feeling the Belt’s fastenings. “No wonder you are doomed to guard this bridge until truth and lies are one!”

- The Lake of Tears

“Perhaps we do,” said Lief bitterly. “But at least our crime is only foolishness. You, however, are a liar. You pretend to be on the side of those who would resist the Shadow Lord, and all the time you help to feed his servants. You deal with Grey Guards as friends.”

- City of the Rats

“Beg?” Lief exclaimed, horrified.

Barda glanced at him, a grim smile tweaking the corner of his mouth. “There are times when pride must be put aside in a good cause,” he said.

- The Shifting Sands

“Do not speak to me of duty!” Lief shouted. “They are my parents!”

“They are my friends,” Barda said, still in that same expressionless voice. “My dear and only friends, Lief, since before you were born. I know what they would say to you if they could. They would tell you that our quest is their quest too. They would beg you not to abandon it.”

- Dread Mountain

Lief stared at the scrawlings with hatred. Nak, Finn, and Milne, he thought, I will remember your names. You are not Ols or Grey Guards, Shadow Lord’s servants, bred for evil. You are free to choose how you act. And you have chosen to prey upon your own people. You have chosen to steal, destroy, and murder. I hope that, one day, I meet you. Then I will make you pay.

- The Maze of the Beast

Even long afterwards, Lief did not know why he said what he did then. It was the impulse of the moment. Perhaps he felt the urge to give Doom some information, as a sign of trust. Or perhaps it was simply that he was tired of lies.

“We are going to the Valley of the Lost,” he said clearly.

- The Valley of the Lost

“You did,” Lief said. “You should not have entered Tora. That was your vanity — and it was nearly your death, was it not?”

- Return to Del

Or perhaps he did. Lief had changed. The old Lief, the Lief Jasmine knew, was brave, and eager for action. She was not sure that she liked the new Lief — the secretive, prudent, kingly one — at all.

- Cavern of Fear

Lief shuddered as a vision of Auris’s terrible death rose before his eyes. He glanced at the Piper with dislike, then looked away, repelled by his coldness.

And yet, he thought…for all his seemingly uncaring words, the Piper had entered the dome. Had put his own life at risk.

- Isle of Illusion

Duty? Lief’s fists clenched.

What had his life been over the past months, but a rigid devotion to duty? Had he not worked til his eyes were burning, hidden himself away from everything and everyone he loved? Had he not kept secrets, suffered being criticised, misunderstood — even hated — because the safety of his kingdom was his first responsibility, and enemies were everywhere?

- The Shadowlands

He knew that it was no use trying to give the people false comfort. They had eyes and ears. They knew only too well that times were hard. They would see through any pretence in a moment.

- Dragon’s Nest

She, at least, thinks Bess is wrong to trust us, he thought. She thinks we are lying. And she is right, of course. We will have to be very careful.

- Shadowgate

“Yes,” Lief said. “I am Lief, son of Endon and Sharn, heir of Adin.” It was hard to speak. The power of the Sister of the West was beating home down. But his heart was aching with pity and rage equally as he gazed into those suffering eyes, and he made himself go on. “And you are Doran the Dragonlover, beloved by the tribes of the underworld, saviour of the dragons of Deltora. The one whose map led me here.”

- Isle of the Dead

“The Torans did break their oath of loyalty, and Lief did forgive them—”

“‘In the innocence and generosity of his youth,’” Lief quoted bitterly. “The writer might as well have said ‘his ignorance and foolishness,’ for that is what is meant.”

- Sister of the South

#did I speed read through all the books just to make this?#yes #yes I did #although #I did get the blindfold idea from tdp so kudos to the show of emotionally exhausted characters and dragons #deltora quest #emily rodda #roddaverse #dragons of deltora #deltora shadowlands #lief of del #roddacember 2022 #sylvar’s roddacember prompts #sylvar's art #my art

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OMG one of my favorite songs is "I'm the Music Meister" and I'd love to see Jesse sing it.

Hehehehe…

Soo-Yeon: Then it sounds to me like it's time to rumble!

Genevieve: Indeed, but it is you who will take the tumble... *She slaps a hand over her mouth*

Brecken: I'm sorry, darlin’, but did you just sing that?

Genevieve: Of course I did not! Wait, yes I did!

I'm sounding shrill against my will, and cannot stop this singing!

Margo: And in my ears, I swear I hear a quite distinctive ringing!

Parker: This silly game is very lame, and someone's gonna pay!

Anthony: An unknown force, but where's the source that has us in its sway?

Candace: Who is doing this to us? And on this, we must concur;

Villain Kids: They're dastardly, despicable, disturbingly inexplicable...

Petra: And imminently kickable!

All: That dirty, rotten rat is...

*Jesse, with a dramatic flourish, appears and belts-*

Jesse: The Music Maestro~!

*The heroes and villains, stunned for a moment, face their new common enemy and unseath their weapons*

Jesse: Put down your arms, my friends, your arrows, guns, and swords.

*Against their will, they drop their weapons and stop using their powers*

Your resistance to my charm now ends, when I belt these power chords!

*The villains of the class, Ayesha, Candance, Eri, Staci, Margo, Brecken, Soo-Yeon, Parker, Eloise, and Anais, completely under Jesse’s control, follow him in a dance number as he takes Anthony into his arms and brings him down for a dip*

Good guys or bad guys, it doesn't really matter;

You are all just slaves to my hypnotic patter!

As I regale you with my story, you'll know you have no choice,

But to do my evil bidding, when you hear this booming voice!

Oh, I'm the Music Maestro!

All: He's the Maestro!

Jesse: And everyone just fawns!

All: He's the Music Maestro, and we are all his pawns!

Jesse: And so for me, it's destiny to be the maestro of villainy!

Yes I'm the Music Maestro, and I'm here to settle the score!

You see, I’ve grown quite tired of playing second fiddle and not being taken seriously as a villain just because of my power. And now that I've established who's in charge...GET TO WORK!

*Zoé, clad in her gear, surveys her fellow schoolmates performing choreography while doing Jesse’s bidding. Staci, with her eye beam, cuts holes through the windows of jewelry stores and banks. Brecken multiplies himself and starts stuffing bags full of valuables … All while dancing*

Zoé: Well… There’s something you don’t see everyday.

*Jesse’s voice turns somber as he recalls when he was younger and sang in the school choir. It was his passion, his first love… And he was made miserable for it*

Jesse: The bullies used to pick on me because I sang in choir,

But something very strange occurred when I kept singing higher!

*His voice becomes lively once more. Smirking, he remembers how he made his first set of puppets do his bidding, and he ruled over that pathetic school with an iron fist!… Then he was stopped by none other than a certain pesky blonde*

The ruffians around me quickly fell into a trance,

And it was then with wicked glee I made those puppets dance!

*She never stopped him from continuing his crime spree, though. And there’s no way she’ll be able to stop him now*

I'm the Music Maestro!

All: He's the Music Maestro!

Jesse: And everyone just fawns!

All: He's the Music Maestro, and we are all his pawns!

Jesse: I'm the Music Maestro! Crime became my path!

Anthony: He's the Music Maestro~

*Jesse suddenly finds himself captivated. He listens closely to find which one of his puppets possesses that heavenly voice, and finds him, the ebony-haired boy in the dark cloak*

Anthony: And we must beware his wrath!

Jesse: That voice!… Beautiful! Aa~aah!

Anthony: Aaa~aaah!

*Jesse and Anthony exchange pitches, belting the notes louder as Jesse leads Anthony in a waltz*

Jesse: Aaaa~aaaaah!

Anthony: Aaaaa~aaaaaahh!

Jesse/Anthony: Aaaaaa~aaaaaaahhhh!

Zoé: The bastard! His voice can hit a pitch that hypnotically controls anyone who hears it! *After putting in a pair of ear plugs, she leaps down from the rooftops and confronts Jesse* This concerto of crime is over!

Jesse: Ah, the Blonde Wonder herself! I'm sorry, but my work's not quite done yet! *With his other arm wrapped around Anthony, he aims and shoots energy blasts from his conductor’s baton at Zoé, who expertly dodges each time*

You better tow the line you see, because your wills belong to me.

*In sort of a Grease fashion, the heroes and villains rhythmically snap their fingers and stalk toward Zoé*

And now my friends, you have the chance... To show Robin how well you dance!

*The villains and heroes engage in some sort of dance fighting. Zoé is able to fend off against most of them since their punches and kicks aren’t as effective when under Jesse’s influence, but Eri, Mona, and Anthony’s powers catch her off guard for a moment, and she finds herself entangled in one of Anais’ gadgets. Jesse, meanwhile, watches all of this from the rooftops. Seeing that Brecken’s clones have gathered all of the valuables, and he smirks*

Jesse: And now that Robin’s been delayed, your usefulness has passed!

A distraction is what I need, so kick into that blast! *Vocalizes*

Oh, I'm the Music Maestro! I cannot help but boast!

All: He's the Music Maestro, under his spell we're toast!

Jesse: I'm the Music Maestro, I've won the day, now I must fly!

I'm the Music Maestro, and I'm here to settle the score!

*With Anthony still hypnotized, he takes his hand and kisses it*

Jesse: Until next time, my dear.

*With the same theatrics as when he arrived, he disappears into the night, and so do the jewels and cash he had stolen. The villains and heroes soon find themselves no longer under his control. Anthony, startled by his sudden change of location, loses his balance and falls right into Candace’s arms

Parker: … What the hell was that?!

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #theater kids #mlb ocs #dc comics #dc villains #dc heroes #music meister #answered ask #ask me stuff

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Just today I was thinking 'MM is the only version that shows that turtles have to steal their food to survive'.

none of the other versions touch on where they get their food from (because the're meant for kids and they can show the heroes stealing stores) but it's kind of obvious if you think about it for two seconds.

MM Splinter being born as a rat he couldn't care less about human laws if it's for survival.

But I imagine the other Splinters should at least have had their reservations in the beginning and even then they would only rob big places like Supermarket chains.

Or at least that's my headcanon

(I still haven't seen Mutant Mayhem but MM Splinter does seem chaotic like that)

2012 Splinter stole shit! We see him stealing takeout in the prequel episode. 2003 Splinter was also a rat first, he probably didn't realize he was doing anything wrong. 1987 Splinter probably killed a man in a New York alley.

I don't know enough about the laws in NYC to determine exactly what laws Splinter would be breaking, but I'm assuming his dumpster diving would be considered theft depending on when and where he's doing it. Loitering, trespassing, squatting on government property. I highly, highly doubt they have an Xcel Energy account. Or pay for their wifi. Or their streaming services. Or their water. They don't even pay taxes. We see the boys sneak into shows they haven't paid for, breaking and entering, assault, destruction of civil property, all their driving infractions. This is before you even consider all the crimes Donnie must commit.

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I agree a lot with the anon talking about Dany and Viserys' death. I've always seen it as Dany's equivalent to Littlefinger's show trial (as a relative and abuser brought to a painful and unexpected end by someone else on their behalf), and she was decidedly less involved in it than Sansa. A good foreshadowing example instead is her reaction when Drogo talks about invading Westeros.

Still, I've also always felt that there's an indication for Dany's ending in there as well, though not how D&D intended.

They spent several seasons playing with the idea of Dark Sansa, but Littlefinger's execution is the absolute darkest she ever got. That's where her darkness ends; meanwhile, Dany's story started with it, and she just kept/will keep going down from there. The standards for Dany's MOs were never the same as the other main characters' (save Tyrion), which shows well how villainous she was meant to become when put side by side to the heroic characters.

wait because i JUST saw a tweet (one of my rhaenicent friends quote-tweeted to make fun lol) where someone was like "oh when dany tries to reclaim her seat it's all 'she must pay for the crimes of her family' but when the starks do it it's fine" and my friend was like "okay now talk about the crimes dany herself has committed!!" so i was just thinking about this lol.

because yeah like, a lot of the problem here is that so far as we are into the series, the only comparable crime any stark has committed to dany specifically was bran warging hodor and i dare say we are going to dig into the evil of that in his next chapters, the same way george took like, an entire book to delve into the moral and ethical ramifications of trying to rule over a city you just sacked in adwd. a lot of arya's kills are pretty cut and dry self defense with the exception of daeron the singer (icr how he spells his name it might not be that valyrian spelling), and she almost immediately loses her eyesight for that one, so it's sort of like, well, arya and bran are clearly on their way to Face Some Consequences, but their moral failings are also on a much more interpersonal level here than anything going on in dany's story (because.....that's the point imo, that dany affects so much without really thinking through what she's affecting; she is not the only character being used to make this point tho, just imo one of hte more prominent).

and beyond that, show wise, like you said, the most evil sansa gets is *checks notes* murdering the two men who have been regularly abusing her for years in a way that you could say was kinda overkill. is it great when you come at it from a political standpoint? no, it's not like, fantastic. and even though it is. just the dumbest shit especially because there are once again no repercussions for it, i DO very much dislike that arya was the one that did the Red Wedding 2.0/Rat Cook thing that Lady Stoneheart/Manderly are actually in charge for (which like, listen I love Manderly so so much but obviously murdering a couple of dudes and baking them into pies to feed to their family is not like, um, great from a moral or political standpoint). so while you could definitely argue that show arya is morally bankrupt on a similar level as dany - and you can do the same for jon snow too, because that absolute idiot just hands over the north to a lady he knows is a little fire and blood happy for what reason exactly?? - you can't argue sansa is, like point blank, or bran.

and ultimately, like, idc about the show lol when i'm discussing their actions i'm talking about the books and imo while everyone's story plays with morality and ethics and politics etc etc there are some characters who are pretty clearly sliding down morality wise early on - as you say, tyrion's mo is pretty regularly threatening to rape people, and then dany spends the last few chapters of her first book trying to rationalize war time slavery and rape, and then murders her slave to hatch some dragons. jaime throws a literal child out a window. cersei helps murder a bunch of other kids, gives innocent women over to be tortured to death, and doesn't even attempt to curb the abuses of sansa. and then you have sansa, who may or may not be knowingly poisoning sweetrobin - it's unclear but seems likely she just doesn't understand how dangerous the substances she's feeding sweetrobin are - and arya who commits a few murders in self defense, then kills one or two dudes in cold blood and faces immediate consequences. bran who is in the middle of an unresolved story arc where he's mind raping someone. arianne and asha both attempt to gain power and while there are some victims they're both taking pains to limit the amount of victims, and carry a lot of guilt for the damage they've done and are trying to atone for it, in their own ways. it's like...........idk feels like a slightly marked difference between some of these characters here. it's why i can't discount a bad ending for bran - obviously i want a happier ending for him, and i think it's foreshadowed to be likely but i'm not stupid, mind raping hodor is probably one of the worst things someone has done, morally, in this series on page, and I do think he's going to grapple with this substantially, in the same way that Dany will one day have to face the truth that she murdered MMD and Drogon harmed the little girl hazzea, and those deaths - and the deaths in Astapor, Meereen, and Yunkai - are something she needs to take into account as her war effort chugs along.

#asks #anons #anti daenerys targaryen #jic

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noitsbecky127 · 1 month

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rebecca watches ds9: past prologue

oh it’s garak! the cardassian bashir is homoerotic with! i’ve heard so much about these two

they’re just as gay as i’ve heard. sometimes shippers exaggerate this stuff but this is GAY gay

THE SHOULDER TOUCH???? HOMOSEXUALS

julian gets hit on by a lizard man and immediately runs to tell everyone about it

“what do you think he might want from you, julian?” sex, probably

ok i get it. i get why people love this twink

oh this went from zero to a hundred real quick

what are these heinous crimes exactly. not sure i trust the cardassians to define such things properly

what the hell is kohn-ma

alright, some kind of extremist group. i would still like to know more

oh come on admiral lady, your staff meeting cannot have been that important

will someone PLEASE specify what these horrible crimes are

“what right does this so called provisional government have to bring them here?” you see, tahna, it’s the government. that is smth they can do

the duras sisters? from tng? i didn’t pay much attention to the klingon episodes ngl

ah yes, garak is observing outfits. nothing more. nothing more at all

why do they have titty windows

guarantee that rat is odo

sisko and kira are equally intense and i love it

oh we’re in garak’s shop now!

not the jazz hands—

oh come on tahna

do not like this guy!

“i’m a doctor, not—“ bro don’t plagiarize bones

wtf is a suit code for now

ah ok so odo is a shit liar

kiraaaaaa do the right thinggggg

julian i think you’re here as a witness

or well, an eavesdropper

a cylinder of what now

uh oh shit’s gonna explode

ooh cool red transporter

HE HIT KIRA HE MUST DIE

ik she can protect herself but still

how tf is no one going to be hurt??? it’s a bomb

wtf is he gonna do with the wormhole

why would he collapse the wormhole

ah. ig his logic makes sense. still absurd though

i have no idea what just happened

alright i understand some more now. good episode!

#liveblogging #star trek liveblog #deep space 9 liveblog #deep space nine liveblog #ds9 liveblog #deep space nine #deep space 9

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cupcakes-and-pain · 2 years

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Rat

This is about the whumpee me and @kim-poce we’re discussing here. I don’t think this’ll be a series, but maybe. We’ll see. There isn’t much begging in this, but there is definitely crying. He’ll beg a lot later.

CW: gang/crime organization, gang violence, betrayal, getting chased down and captured, begging, crying, kicking

“Hey! Hey, brat, come back here!”

Whumpee ran like his life depended on it. Probably because it did.

He was always embarrassed about how short he was, but it was finally coming in handy as he slid through a hole in a chain link fence. Behind him, his chasers yelled and cussed him out, but they didn’t follow.

“Little shit! You can’t fucking run forever and when we catch you, well, Whumper will be waiting.”

He cursed under his breath as he continued to run. Why did he have to be so stupid?! Borrowing all that money from a woman like Whumper when he knew he couldn’t pay her back? What had he been thinking?

Ducking under a stack of boxes and wood pallets, he practically collapsed. Sitting there in the dirt, catching his breath, he went over his options.

He had originally planned to skip town. That was back when he was taking the money. The plan was to spilt the cash with a few buddies and run far from here. But when they found out he got the money from Whumper, they turned him over to her minions. No one wanted to mess with her or her friends. He had been stupid.

He shook his head and brushed away useless, stupid tears. He couldn’t spend anymore time regretting his choices. He had to escape, find a way out of this mess. No one knew exactly what she did to people who doubled crossed her, but it wasn’t good.

He could still get out of town. Get a taxi or catch a bus. He had to do something, anything. He still had the money, and-

The money! It was still at his house, on the other side of the city. Right in the middle of Henchmen’s, Whumper’s best friend, territory. By now, it must be swarmed and ransacked. Shit.

Okay. No money, no friends, no weapons. They were also at his house, not that he was any good with them.

He broke down sobbing. He couldn’t take it anymore. There was nothing he could do. He was just small, wimpy, and weak. All his life, he hid behind bigger, stronger people and his family’s money because he knew he could never be anything better. He was just a coward. And now it was all over. Whumper or one of her many friends and minions would find him and then his life would pretty much be over. She practically owned this town. He couldn’t get out this time.

“Hey, over here! I hear something!”

Whumpee clamped his hand over his mouth, but he couldn’t fully stop the sobs, just choke them down and muffle them. Maybe it’d be enough.

“Yeah, definitely. I hear it too,” said another voice, this one he recognized. It was one of his old buddies. And Whumpee couldn’t hold back. A huge sob escaped his throat. The searchers turned the corner and a flashlight’s beam fell on him.

“Gotcha, rat. Ooh, the boss is going to love this. Squatting in a dump, crying. Poor little rat, it knew that the cats were after it and still couldn’t escape.”

It was a stupid thing to say, but everyone laughed. He felt humiliated. If he wasn’t about to die, Whumpee might’ve commented on how little sense that trash talk made.

“Please, just please!” He begged, knowing it was useless. “A little mercy, I just need a little more time! I’ll get the money, I swear, I-“

One of them cut him off with a kick to the ribs.

“Shut up. Whumper’ll decide if you deserve mercy, though I doubt she’ll give it to you. She finds it fun to make little brats like you pay up.”

“Come on, bitch. Let’s go,” they dragged him up and he found that he had no more energy left to run or fight.

#whump #whumpee #gang mention #tw gang mention #betrayal #tw betrayal #begging #crying #kicking

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ok. au thoughts that i'm putting on here because i'll either lose them in a google doc otherwise or just. never do anything with them and i need peer pressure to utilise them#

somewhere around the 1500s, the war begins. same premise as in canon: some cunts want he faceless ones back, some don't. it's messy.

china, having grown up in the church of the faceless, rises quickly to the head of the diablerie. bliss, after many failed attempts to get her away, leaves her be after deserting on his own.

mevolent is killed around 200 years into the action. china, as head of the diablerie, makes the controversial decision to step up as the leader of the faceless church. with serpine, known collector of magic, at her side, her own vast collection and family's relics, and the wealth of the faceless church at her hands, she quickly becomes unstoppable in a way mevolent could not.

the war effort switches: now, instead of trying to kill people, china is more than happy to let people die while she focuses on bringing the faceless ones into this world. so long as she has people - and she has many - as cannon fodder, she's happy.

meritorious' side realises that there's little they can do. ireland is a different place when china starts to near a century in power: the air is fraught with magic, crackling like electricity at your skin, blurring the edge of your vision. rifts crack open daily, spilling monsters on nobody's side but their own, horrifying creatures that you can't even imagine. the world is ready for the faceless ones: the people are not.

there's nothing for it,and with the impending arrival of the faceless ones, there is a final, last ditch effort - leave ireland. leave the cradles of magic, where sorcery is the foundation of everything, where the smell of witchcraft burns your nose if you pay too much attention to it. quarantine the magic of the world onto this little island, in australia, in a pocket in southern africa, and let them be. magic is no more, in the rest of the world, and that is a sacrifice that everyone who leaves must be willing to make.

few stay. few leave. many die. magic is no more, survived in only the near immortals who lived through the horrors of the war, their power locked away and unusable, their bodies kept strong and useful regardless, feeding on the remnants of magic never used. sorcery, for the most part, is no more, in the majority of the world.

two hundred years later, two men and a woman are arrested: a couple and their eldest child. black market smuggling is their crime - magical artefacts traded among thieves, crooks, assassins. these three are the latter, planning on using their wealth from the smuggled goods to buy their way into central london and kill the king - eachan meritorious, who stripped them of their "divine right", who stole away their children's right to magic, to long life, to a better world.

the youngest child, a baby of three weeks old, is raised by the state, trained to be the king's assassin in a cruel twist of fate. her parents and older brother spend the rest of their days in labour camps, toiling away to provide food and necessities for the population who toe the line, the former sorcerers and their descendants.

tanith, she calls herself when she is old enough to think about names and such. tanith low, raised among royalty and sent among rats, to kill any people who speak of bringing magic back to the world and to keep the peace, to keep the faceless ones from coming back.it is, almost, a happy existence.

there are rumours, however, to the west. the darklands, as they are called now, are their own little pockets of magic, uninterefered with. never did they quite manage to being back the faceless ones, but it's anyone's guess as to whether that was ever sorrows' actual intention. but there's something in the air, something coming, and sorrows needs to die.

tanith is sent to ireland, sneaking in and working her way closer to sorrows. her mission is simple - to kill sorrows - but unfathomably difficult, to kill the most powerful sorceress the world has ever seen, who can bring an army to their knees with a smile, will a man to cut off his own fingers with a smile, convince a mother to burn her child to ash without a word. but tanith, with no exposure to magic, is immune, and grows closer to her target every day, befriending china and, maybe, falling in love. because, of course, it's real, and she's the special one here, and, really, china would never hurt her, of course.

#anyway. sorry for the dump lol #lucy's shit #skulduggery pleasant #sp #tanith low #china sorrows

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eddieheart · 2 years

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FIGHTER

Words : 2752

Fandom : Shameless (US)

Pairings : NONE

Description : Lip is down a fighter and tasks Mandy with finding a new one. (Re-posted from Wattpad)

This is the first thing I've written in a long time, so I'm a little rusty. April 21, 2022

Slightly inspired by SVU and the start of season two. Enjoy. Let me know if you want more.

WARNING: cursing, fighting, drugs, gore, smoking, kidnapping, crime, ect...

MANDY

The day started off normally enough, save for the fact that Lip's fighter ditched today.

He got the living shit beat out of him. It was really fuckin' fun.

But of course all good things must come to and end, and immediately after the fight he said something about recruiting a few more karate kids.

It's not my problem, technically it's Ian's, but it just so happens my brothers are idiots. And they know people, who know people, who know this guy, that knows this other guy who's friends with this guy that fights. So it just my luck eh?

I may or may not have let it slip to Ian and know they want him, great.

So here I am in a dingy alleyway, again, looking for this 'friend of a friend, who knows a guy'.

They said look for the old wrinkle fuck with a beer belly. Amazing description really, so unique.

Anyway that's where I am now with a hundred bucks in my pocket waiting for an old fuck.

I look over and see a guy make eye contact with me, he lifts his brows and walk over.

"You the Milkavich girl? Hear ya' got somin' fo' me." Disgusting price of shit.

His breath smells like a dead rat in a beer keg and he doesn't look any better either.

I nod and pull out the cash.

"Date, Time, location." He grumbled

"I got it written down," I reach into my bra and pull out a folded piece of paper, Lip's idea, and hand it to him. "What's this dude's name anyway?"

He looked up smirked and pocket the paper, keeping a firm hand on his money.

"Nick, and don't put 'em up with any pussy's or somin' I'll never hear the fuckin' end of it. Bitches all day long 'I wan' a reall challenge' yea suck my balls kid."

I stare at him, eventually he realized I don't give a shit and shakes his head.

"Whateve'."

"Just make sure he's there on time, late no pay, lose no pay, got it?" I asked, he nodded and walked off, chuckling.

"Yea you brats are in for a treat all right, ha."

I roll my eyes, stupid prick.

-the next day-

I had almost forgot about the fight, almost. That was until both Ian and Lip decided to call me, early, to talk about it.

Could they be anymore annoying? Knowing them it's a stupid question to ask.

It's almost 1, time for the fight with the new guy.

He'll be up against this fucker named named Kyle. He's around 200 a lot of muscle, if only he had a brain.

"So um this mystery dude say when he was gonna show up?"

"I told you Lip I gave the guy the paper and the cash, he told me the kid would show up okay." Lip was bouncing from side to side on his feat, hands in his pockets. Impatient as alway.

"He still has five minutes maybe he got hot turned around or something?" Thank god Ian said something, I'm not in the mood to comfort mr. Nervous fuckin' nelly over there.

I see something from the corner of my eye.

"Hey! You nick?!" I yell at the stranger.

He's covered with clothing, his head in a hood. Well at least he doesn't smell like that other fucker.

"You're lucky you ain't late, take that shit of and get in the ring." I yell.

He walks over, into the circle of people. The boys and I move to the other side of the alley, closer to the center of the crowd and the fight.

I peer over at nick, 'wonder what he looks like?'

He's not very big kinda slim, if you ask me. Doesn't look like much, maybe getting Kyle was a mistake.

He throws his jacket off and chucks it at the bell guy, ref or whatever. He tries his hood down peels his hoodie off and, wait a minute-

"Shit man that's a chick, I thought you said you were getting a guy you're brothers knew." Lip scolded me.

"Yea I can see that dipshit, it's a little late now."

Shit.

His- her hair is in two braids by her head, face framed with bangs haphazardly flipped to the side of her face. Her face, painted with a stoic scowl, eyes never leaving Kyle.

He shook his head and laughed at her.

"What really man, I thought you said this be a tough fight." He yelled to the crowd laughing.

"One side we got Kyle other Nick, no crotch shots no hair pulling, got it." The 'ref' said to them, he waited for a nod then continued. "Great, fight!" He yelled finally.

Kyle surged forward running at her. She side stepped and dodged him, quickly pulling her hands up, ready to fight.

Kyle ran into the crowd, growling as they pushed him out, his back facing Nick.

She threw a swift kick to the back of his knees. Bouncing side to side as he fell and stood again.

This time when he charged at her she turned again letting him fall forward, kneeing him in the gut then grabbing his shoulder.

How the fuck she did what she did next I have no idea, Kyle has an easy seventh maybe ninety pounds on this girl.

She pulled his shoulder up then rammed his face down into her knee.

You could her the unmistakeable crunch that rang out as the crowd cheered. She broke his fucking nose on her knee.

He reached up grabbed her braids and threw her down onto the pavement. He then kicked her in the gut as she groaned.

"Welp I guess that's the end of it eh, nice run for a chick though." Lip said as we watched her struggle.

Suddenly like a an electric shock she reached up grabbed his leg and pulled, she jumped up immediately and stomped down on his hand, the horrid crunch only intensified the ever growing tension as she then, stood on his forearm and stomped on his bicep.

He screamed in pain eyes widened with shock and pain. Ouch.

He seemed to try to get up again but she was faster pushing his chest back to the ground with her foot.

Her final brutal action was to kick down on his knee as hard as she could.

She stepped off of him. He wasn't getting up now, definitely not.

His screamed were almost drowned by the noise of the crowd. Almost.

Well fuck.

Ian and Lip looked at me in shock. A look I'm sure I returned. Who was this girl?

The 'ref' rang the bell signalling the end of the savage beating. She looked up, making eye contact with a stranger in the crowd a big black guy, she nodded and he returned it.

She eyes Lip expectantly.

He jumped clearly scared of the girl, hands rammed into his pockets pulling out a chunk of cash holding it as far forward as he could.

She smirked grabbed the money, picked up her coats and walked away. Dam.

The crowd raged on laughing and cheering.

The boys looked at me wide eyed.

"Is it weird that I found that kinda hot." Lip asked.

Ian and I chuckled and walked away. Leaving lip to collect bets and what not.

We walked bumping each other as we went along.

Nick was sitting at the opening of another alleyway. Ian looked to me nervously.

"No Ian, no," I chased after him, "do not talk to the crazy girl." I whisper yelled

"Hey nick right?" He asked staring at her. She didn't seem to notice or care but Ian repeated himself anyway. I grabbed his arm ready to pull away when she finally looked up.

"Did you say something, sorry my left ear is fucked, come over to the other side?" That was not what I expected at all.

Her voice was calm and soft, almost timid as she spoke.

Ian grabbed my arm and pulled us down beside her, to the right this time.

"Sorry, you're Nick right?"

"Don't worry about it, and um yea I'm Nick why."

"Oh we know Lip, Phillip, the uh the guy who paid you." She looked slightly confused as we talked.

"Oh yea, sorry didn't know his name, did you need something?" She asked sweetly.

"No just wanted to ask if you where okay? Do you need anything?" Oh Ian, always the worrier.

"I'm fine thank you though. This'll be enough for rent and lunch today." She smiled

"Well okay then." He smiled back at her.

It was right then that Lip came running down the street calling to us.

"Finally, Mands, Ian what are you doing? Y'a gonna come home with me or not." He looked down and realized nick was there. "Shit sorry man- girl- um you sorry." He was panting now.

"We're coming Lip hold your fucking horses." I sighed and stood Ian following me up.

"Bye nick!" Ian cheerfully called.

She waved back a slight smile on her lips as we walked away.

What a fucking day.

NIC

I smiled as they walked away, they seemed sincere enough.

Was a good fight not that much of a challenge but enough for today.

I got a sweet, sweet two hundred bucks out of it. As well as whatever tazer guy owes me.

I really should learn his name. I pushed myself up wandering around the street for a bit.

A loud ping startled me, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

Change of plans meet @ wearhus

Wish that guy would learn to fucking spell.

When I finally got too tired I made my way to the warehouse quietly stepping inside.

"No, no please not Liam, I can't leave Liam." I heard someone cry out.

I stepped closer and watched as tazer guy screamed at the hobo guy?

He was about to take a toe off before the guy gave in waved goodbye and left.

I looked over, there was a baby, a baby in a cage.

I stormed in keeping my face as calm as possible.

"Nic Nicky my man, here for your cut?" He smile nervously.

"You got my cut taze face?" I deadpanned.

"Straightforward I like that, really. Uh the thing about your cut we're a little short and um -."

I cut him off.

"How much?"

"About ten." He said nervously.

"How much does John Doe over there owe?"

"About eighty nine." He said clearly confused.

"Hundred or thousand."

"Eight thousand nine hundred. Look we have half we're just waiting on-."

"Him really," I rolled my eyes "wipe it clean."

"What?" He said shocked.

"Take what you owe me and clear his debt. Pay me the rest now." I said sternly.

He jumped up and grabbed a black duffel bag. Real inconspicuous, I rolled my eyes for what seamed like the hundredth time. He through the bag at me. I didn't bother looking, he's too scared to stiff me.

"The baby too."

"No really, please don't hurt the baby." I chuckled at him glaring.

"You think I'm that fucked up to hurt a kid, you guys are the ones who kidnapped him. You are holding him for ransom." He signed and picked up the baby.

"Name."

"I think it's Liam or something, dad's name is frank Gallagher." I smirked at him.

I held the little boy in my arms gently holding him to my chest, duffel bag slung over my shoulder.

"Thanks baby, you know I'll be back next time." He nodded as I walked away.

Great a baby. At least he's cute.

I scavenged through the phone book and after finding the address I walked to the store and grabbed some food.

What can I say, I skipped lunch. Plus if a family is freaking out looking for a baby they probably haven't eaten either.

It was still bright by the time I found their house, thank gods for phone books huh.

I approches the house calmly, pushing the gate open and walking forward.

"Hello! Anyone home?!" I yelled as my hand hit the door. I didn't hear anything. Perfect. I readjusted Liam on my hip.

He smiled and giggle happily.

I kneeled down and lifted the doormat. A key. My lucky day. I smiled and opened the door.

When I got inside the strange house I through the key onto the coffee table. I snooped through the house, and after finding the baby's room and changing him I went downstairs to the kitchen.

Liam didn't seem tired so I put him in a high chair while I got to work. Pasta yum.

Ian

I can't believe frank traded our brother for some cash. Fiona led the way as we stormed the building.

We are on a mission get our brother back, at any cost.

Fiona hammered on the door frantically. She almost punched the man who opened the door. He threatened us with a gun.

A pang of nervous energy shot though me. Not Fi though, she pushed him aside and walked in.

We poured our pockets onto the table, ever last bit of money we had. Liam is worth more than anything we could buy.

"Here, we'll get the rest Gallagher's are good for it, we always always pay our dues. Now give us our brother."

"I wish I could girly, someone already picked her up." He said calmly, as he grabbed our money and through it in a bag.

"Take this." He held it out to Fiona.

"What?! No! Where is our brother?!"

"Your debt has been paid, surprise benefactor, you got friends in high places. I don't know where the kid is though. Try your house." He looked at us walking away.

"Go, leave."

He pointed at the door as we looked at home defeated.

We charged down the stairs and outside.

"The fuck, what are we gonna do? What if he's not there?" Fiona cried.

"Game plan okay, home first look for Liam, if he's not there we call Tony okay." Lip assured her, putting a hand on her shoulder to calm her.

To be truthful, I'm fucking terrified.

We got home in record time rushing all the way there.

"The gate's open." Fiona walked to the door. "Door too."

"Do you hear that?" Debbie asked quietly.

We gave each other a look. We pushed the youngest to the back and walked inside.

NICK

I hear footsteps, hopefully Liam's parents are back.

"Hello!" I called out. The steps got louder and soon enough a whole gaggle of people poured into the kitchen.

"The Gallagher's right? Sorry about the mess, when I picked up this little guy I figured you'd be hungry so I made pasta. It's frozen with canned sauce but its surprisingly good." I smiled

"Why do you have our brother? What do you want?!" The tallest girl yelled.

"I went to collect a debt and found this little guy in a cage, I found you're name in the phone book, you really should put your spare key somewhere safer. Want dinner?"

"So you just found him and brought him back, what's the catch? Huh!?" She yelled.

"There isn't any catch, and I'll leave if you want me to, after I get food, I didn't get to eat lunch. And no, there isn't a catch, I just didn't want to leave him there." I stated.

I put the pot of food into the table after filling a plate for myself.

"Wait Nic?" I look up when I hear my name and I'm face to face with the ginger boy from earlier.

"Oh my gosh you guys, hi. I didn't know you lived here." They looked at me strangely.

A small girl with bright red hair ran towards me, breaking through the barrier of the others standing in her way. She grabbed my hip hugging me tightly.

"Thank you for finding my brother!" I looked surprised.

"No problem lil' bit," I pat her back and walk forward, "let's have some food eh."

She smiled at me.

So let me know what you think, want another chapter, and alternative ending. Comments, criticisms or requests? Please let me know, I appreciate every comment.

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