#i don't care if she thinks it makes me look like a i'm incarcerated when it's all buzzed to the same length

[stochastiz]

guess who bought a set of hair clippers so they can buzz their head again :)

#i can't bear the thought of another person cutting my hair rn #especially since it's usually my mom who cuts it for me and i absolutely can't deal with all the bs that comes along with going to her place #i don't care if she thinks it makes me look like a i'm incarcerated when it's all buzzed to the same length #and i realllllllyyyyy miss being able to stim with the buzzed stubble #so now i have a full-sized set of clippers instead of just a 'body groomer' so it'll be so fast!! #stochastic ramblings

[lara635kookie]

Ship Analysis pt. 3:

Red Crackle, Carmivy and Carulia:

Skipping to the Himalayan lab, he is under someone's control and influence:Maelstrom. If y'all read my three part character analysis about Maelstrom and his fandom wiki, you know how manipulative he is. The Himalayans is the first time we see Maelstrom leaving V.I.L.E. island(castle, at that time), but why? You would think that Doctor Bellum, because of having Gray as her favorite operative, would have been enough to convince Gray to come back to V.I.L.E. right? But we don't see doctor Bellum interacting with Graham not even once, which is a rather strange fact, since Gray was her teacher's pet. You could argue that she was busy with Roby the Robot Robber(this will never not be funny to me) but she could have gone to talk to Gray at least ONCE. But no, Maelstrom has to leave the castle because it has to be him to take care of that matter. Why was that? For me, it's because Maelstrom was the one that made the application interview with Gray and probably was the one who approved him to enter V.I.L.E. He wanted to do the same thing he had done before all over again. At some point, Bellum asks what they are going to do about Gray and Maelstrom says they have to accept him back before the "red swindler" (I'm not sure that's the term he used, probably wasn't but anyway, you got it) can convince him into her side. He literally implies he manipulates Gray. He was basically saying:"Before Carmen can manipulate him, we will manipulate him first." Carmen Sandiedo is a pretty good "show, don't tell" series and Maelstrom definitely showed what he's capable of. He KNOWS how manipulative he is. He doesn't even look surprised when he realizes Gray was still there. He doesn't even smile or say much. He didn't have to. He KNEW that once he stepped up into the game, it was going to work. If there's something to appreciate about Maelstrom is his confidence and self-esteem("A Crime Genius, with a lunatic" he said something like this when incarcerated in a cell in front of Mime Bomb) He's too good at being bad and bad at being good. Maelstrom is the personification of V.I.L.E.:Charismatic and seemingly appealing but it's just manipulating you, using you and take advantage of people to achieve his own personal goals. Just like Chief, it's the personification of A.C.M.E.:Good, but not perfect and make mistakes too big sometimes(like killing Dexter Wolfe and indirectly almost killing Carmen in The Stockholm Syndrome Caper). Gray says to Carmen that he had time to connect the dots and think a lot about stuff but he never mentions that it was ALONE time. And we barely see him alone compared to the time he spends with Maelstrom seeing videos and photos of his past, doing the ink test or even just talking. He is his V.I.L.E. self because all agents of V.I.L.E. are under V.I.L.E.'s control and influence all the time. It is revealed to us in the dia de los muertos episode that Sonia appear that she fits V.I.L.E.'s profile:"Young(Gray was 18 when he joined V.I.L.E.), talented(Gray was an electrician almost getting a promotion to become stage lighting tech) and orphan("not that I would know of, I'm an orphan). V.I.L.E. targets young individuals that feel lonely and abandoned in this world and are emotionally vulnerable and mentally immature, easy victims, manipulating them into doing whatever they want.

To be continued...

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #graham calloway #gray #crackle #red crackle #netflix

[dayzedandconphused]

daddy's little girl | self para

where: phoebe's flat when: friday 24th march description: phoebe's father calls to check on his only child

The last thing Phoebe needed was to be baby sat, but with her recent incarceration she knew there would be a certain amount of 'checking in' that would be done. Her lawyer, the police officer in charge of signing off on her community service, her father. No matter who it was, Phoebe was quick to reject anything and everything that looked like babying the blonde through the last few months.

That was, of course, aside from the leg up her father's connections (let alone his money) had given her when it came to a speedy and relatively stress-free release from serving her time. With the time, effort and coin invested in his child's freedom, the wealthy realestate mogul had taken to calling his daughter weekly to see how she was doing. With each call, Phoebe could feel her resolve deteriorating and it wouldn't be much longer until she told her father exactly what he could do with the fifteen minutes he seemingly 'found spare' for her every week. Even she was at school he had no time for her, so why now was he so interested in her life?

"A grandchild?!" Phoebe baulked down the phone, desperately looking around as if someone uninvited would be walking around her flat to overhear the two Robertsons talking, "What in the hell do you want a grandchild for?!" It wasn't often that Phoebe allowed her Scottish roots to be shown through her accent, but when speaking to her father it was hard for her to hide the twang from the north returning to her speech patterns.

"An heir," her father corrected, his tone as even as if he'd spoken to her of the weather outside his window, "I'm not getting any younger -- and who on earth am I meant to leave all of this to...?" Phoebe could practically hear the old man's hand waving flamboyantly around the den she assumed he was sitting in on the grounds of his favourite of the Robertson properties.

"I don't know Da," Phee hummed, clearly losing her patience, "Your actual child? Or have you decided to skip a generation?"

"You?" the old man practically hissed down the line.

It stung. Though the way he had so clearly decided to bypass her lineage in favour of a child she had no plans on having any time soon wasn't meant to make her feel good, was it?

"You cannot seriously thing the grounds can go to you," Christopher continued, his daughter tightening her jaw as she readied for his explanation, "A woman...? A woman who now has a criminal record because of how foolish she thought she could be with her body...?"

"Da, I told you--" Phoebe began, about to reiterate for the umpteenth time that she wasn't actually using her body in the way he seemed to think she was. She wasn't selling herself for money, she wasn't even promising herself as a prize to the man she had managed to extort money from. It had all been for the greater good of the Jabberwocks, though she wasn't about to spell that out for him.

"Looking like you did, you expect your mother and I to believe you?" Christopher spat down the line, "We saw the CCTV, you can't lie your way out of this. You're just lucky--"

Now, it was Phoebe's turn to interrupt her father, "I'm lucky what, Da?" she finally broke, "That a headline about your daughter being in trouble is a threat to you? I couldn't care less, but you? You're so desperate to make it seem like Ma and I are two beautiful trophies on your shelf you can't even fathom what you'd do if people found out I was arrested. You're the one paying to keep me away, aren't you? The flat, the line of credit... Hell, you're even the police officer who signs my forms. What's your other option? You cut me off and I have to come back up there - and God knows the trouble I'll cause."

Her father was silent.

"Tell Ma when you see her I'll be up to visit in the summer. When you're away to Spain."

#daddys little girl | christopher robertson #self para

[vannahmontannah]

Dangerous Personalities ~ Kai Cenat fan Story READ THE REST ON WATTPAD @ VANNAHMONTANNAH

It's been a week since everything had happened. Kai still doesn't have the green light to go back to work, Rylo is no longer cool with Dez, and Don is officially rolling around with Rylo. Rizo on the other hand has ran a couple of errands for Kai that concludes drug trafficking and manipulating any witnesses.

~~~~~~~~

"I've been trynna call Kacey all day and she's not even answering!" Brittany cried.

"Did you go over her house?" I asked.

"No one is answering. Are you sure you talked to her?"

"Yes. The last time we talked she was telling me about Kailen,"

"And now all of a sudden she's missing?"

"She's not missing. I'm sure she's fine--"

"Rylan, this is our friend we're talking about. She isn't answering her phone and she isn't answering her door. She is either missing, dead, or don't like us and I refuse to think she just up and decided she don't fuck with us anymore. I refuse! We need to do something,"

"Let's file a missing person's report then," I suggested.

"Isn't it funny how that witness died and now Kacey is gone?"

"Kai knows Kacey is my girl! He would never--"

"Open your fucking eyes, Rylan! Real shit! And word on the street is, Kai isn't even working! Have you seen him in his uniform lately? What about riding around catching criminals?" Brittany asked.

"He tells me he goes to work all the time,"

"But when is the last time you saw him at his job or working his job?"

"A while ago. Besides we were supposed to go on vacation and he said he had to cancel due to work,"

"And you believe that? Look...I didn't wanna say it, but my boyfriend knows a lot of people in the drug industry, okay? Word got out that Kailen is participating is some type of trafficking and that he's suspended,"

"Why?"

"I don't know. So If I were you, I would talk to him. See if he knows anything about Kacey. Please?" She pleaded.

"Okay..."

"Don't let me down on this. She's our friend and she would do the same for you,"

"When he gets here, I'll bring it up to him,"

"And call me after you do,"

I hung up the phone and took a deep breath. I didn't know what to do. Everybody ahs been saying this and that about Kai and it's starting to make me mad. Did Kai really kill my brother? What is he up to? What's going on?

~~~~~~~~~~

As the detectives and officers settled the handcuffed figure into the chair, Officer Gray's heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Two years of incarceration had taken a heavy toll on the prisoner, leaving him gaunt and weary. This was Gray's second opportunity to unravel the truth behind the murder of RJ, a case that had haunted him ever since the fateful night. The prisoner, drained by the relentless weight of his confinement, finally broke his silence. He confessed to being a pawn in a sinister plot orchestrated by Kai, the true perpetrator. Kai, driven by motives yet unknown, had lured the prisoner to RJ's house and orchestrated the fatal shooting from afar. The prisoner's confession painted a chilling picture of manipulation and deceit, revealing the depths of Kai's depravity. As the prisoner's words echoed through the interrogation room, Officer Gray felt a surge of relief mingled with a profound sense of justice. The truth had finally emerged, and the innocent could be exonerated.

"That night, Kai called me and said he needed me to meet him at the spot. We used to go to In and Out sometimes, so we would meet there. I went and he said he had some business to take care. He was riding in a red Honda. The car had two dints on the left side and a black scratch on the right side due to him being in a small accident,"

"Why did he want you to go with him?" Detective John asked.

"Kailen and I were supposed to be like brothers. We would so a lot of things together. He kept complaining about someone who owed him money, but I didn't know the extent of it. I didn't even know the guy's name or who he was affiliated with. I just thought he was gonna go over there, set him straight and we would leave,"

"So what happened after that?"

"Once we got in, he immediately started to speed. He was doing 80 in a 40 mile lane!,"

~~~~~~~~~~~

"What the hell, man! Slow down!" Gray shouted, his voice a mixture of fear and frustration.

"Can't. This one's a good one," Kai replied, his voice unwavering. 

"What's going on?" Gray asked, his mind racing. 

"Remember the guy I was telling you about who owes me money?" Kai said, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. 

"Yeah," Gray nodded, his heart pounding. 

"He owes me $150,000," Kai said, his voice laced with anger. 

"Damn! How?!" Gray exclaimed, his shock evident. 

"I can't share those details...but he's about to get his just dessert," Kai said, his speed increasing even more. 

"Kai! Look man, it's not that serious! Just calm down! This isn't it!" Gray pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. 

"I need my money!" Kai shouted, his voice rising. 

"Kai--" Gray began, but was cut off. 

"NO! I NEED MY MONEY, IREN," Kai yelled, his voice filled with rage. 

He slammed his foot on the pedal, the car accelerating to over 130 miles per hour. Gray's body went rigid with fear, his mind racing with thoughts of his family. Kai reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a gun, not just any gun, but the gun they used for work. 

"Is that the station's gun?" Gray asked, his voice trembling. 

"You're not supposed to have that!"

"I fucking know that!" Kai snapped. 

"You're not gonna kill anyone, are you?" Gray asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"Are you slow?" Kai retorted, his voice dripping with contempt. 

"I don't appreciate how you got me into this! Just drop me off on the side of the highway!" Gray demanded, his voice filled with anger. 

"...No," Kai said, his voice firm. 

"Why?" Gray asked, his confusion evident. 

"I saw you the other day," Kai said, his voice low. 

"Okay! What does that have to do with anything?" Gray asked, his mind reeling. 

"When were you gonna tell me you and my ex were dating?" Kai asked, his voice laced with pain. 

Gray fell silent, his mind spinning. Not only was he just forced to risk his life, but he was hit with a question he never hoped to answer.

"What?"

"I thought we talked about this. I know you found her attractive and all, but we're not just gonna skip past that. I went to the game with my mom and shit. We go to the snack bar and I turn around and I see you and Celine holding hands. I didn't wanna rain on ya parade, but I did see the chemistry. I saw you pull her close and hold her by her waist and all. That hurt me bro," Kai expressed.

"Kai, I'm sorry,"

"Sure you are. Sure you are,"

"Look, we aren't dating anymore,"

"That's not the fucking point! I knew I shouldn't have ad her around you. Ya only met twice! How did ya even have the time?"

"She found my Facebook,"

"And you didn't say shit to me! But, it's all good though,"

Kai swerved on the rode, sped down the ramp and ran a light. Gray's nerves were high and he was anxious to know what Kai was gonna do with that gun. Kai had a good grip on it and was could shoot at any given moment.

"We're five blocks away,"

"From where?!"

"The nigga's house,"

"Just think about this shit man!"

"You can shut the fuck up because you didn't think about shit when you was fucking my bitch!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Nah, fuck that!"

Kai's car screeched to a halt as he turned onto the street where RJ's house stood. With a calculated swerve, he pulled up alongside the curb, his heart pounding in his chest. His gaze fell upon RJ, sitting nonchalantly on the front porch, unaware of the impending danger. Kai's fingers tightened around the steering wheel as he slowly lowered the car windows, revealing the cold, metallic glint of a gun. His eyes narrowed in focus as he aimed the weapon, his resolve unwavering. In that moment, a single thought consumed his mind: to end the life of the man who had wronged him so deeply. He shot five times, killing RJ on his porch. He tossed the gun in the back seat, pulled off, and raised the windows up. Gray couldn't believe what happened as he was taken back. He could barely breathe as he just watched someone die. Sure, he's seen dead people before, but watching your partner kill someone in front of you out of spite was different.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MAN!" Gray yelled.

"What you gone do? Report me?"

"I have too!"

"How, when your gun is missing?"

"Huh? Wait! You took this gun from my station?"

"When people I care about do some stupid shit, thinking I won't ever find out, they pay for their actions,"

"What--"

"Notice how I have these gloves on my hand?" Kai asked.

He pulled over and parked the car. He forcefully grabbed Gray's hand to get his fingerprints onto the gun. They tussled for a bit, so Kai gave up and grabbed another gun from under his seat and aimed it at Gray's head. Looking at Kai was just as equivalent to looking at the Devil. The evil in his eyes was extremely terrifying. He cocked the gun back and placed his finger on the trigger.

"Kai..."

"Do it. NOW!"

Gray grabbed the gun as a tear shed from his eye. He was getting framed for the murder of RJ because he betrayed Kai by dating is ex girlfriend. In that moment, Gray was fighting for his life. He didn't know if Kai was going to kill him or not, so he just stayed silent.

"Get out the car,"

Gray got out the car as instructed. He shut the door and went out on the street.

"What do you want from me?"

"Nothing. What we gonna do is fight. You're going to beat my ass,"

"Huh?"

"You're going to beat me up,"

"No!"

Kai pulled his gun out and shot at the wall that was behind Gray.

"The next one is for you. Now, let's go!"

"Kai, I don't wanna do this, man"

"You either do it, or you die and imma report it as a suicide,"

"You're so cruel!"

"Ah! Yeah, I'm cruel. I learned it from you,"

"She said she was unhappy with you dawg. She said she didn't love you," Gray confessed.

"Okay? So that gives you a reason to date her? You're being backwards right now,"

"I couldn't help it. But now I see why she left. You're fucking crazy!"

"I am! Not to mention she came back to my ass when she expressed to me that your stroke game was complete ass! And to prove it, we made a tape together. See?"

In a moment of reckless abandon, Kai retrieved his phone and located the incriminating video. With a malicious grin, he amplified the audio, its contents seeping into Gray's ears like molten lava. The words, sharp as daggers, pierced through Gray's composure, igniting a primal rage within him. His skin flushed crimson as the blood coursed through his veins like a raging torrent. Blinded by fury, he lunged at Kai, his momentum carrying him forward. Kai, caught off guard by the sudden assault, was sent sprawling onto the unforgiving ground. Gray's weight crashed down upon him, pinning him beneath his rage-filled grip. Kai's breath caught in his throat as he struggled to break free, but Gray's ironclad hold proved unyielding. The once-quiet street erupted into a cacophony of violence. Punches thudded into Kai's face, each strike fueled by Gray's unyielding anger. Kai's body writhed in agony as his bones cracked and his flesh tore. As the assault continued, Gray's rage spiraled out of control. His eyes blazed with a feral intensity, his voice reduced to guttural growls. The spectators, stunned and horrified, watched in disbelief as the once-civil encounter descended into a savage display of brutality. The air grew thick with the stench of fear and violence, suffocating all who dared to witness the unfolding carnage. Finally, as Kai's body grew limp beneath the relentless onslaught, Gray's rage subsided. He released his grip on Kai's battered form, leaving him broken and bleeding on the cold, unforgiving floor. In the aftermath of the violence, a chilling silence hung over the room. The weight of what had transpired settled upon the hearts of all present, leaving an indelible scar that would forever alter their lives.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I guess since I had beat him up pretty bad, that basically was icing on the cake for me. I believe he still has that car, but he hid it somewhere,"

"What makes you think that" John asked.

"What criminal is just gonna get rid of a car like that and possibly risk it getting turned in for evidence? He had to hide it somewhere. It was a lot of shit in that vehicle. And add on to the shit, Celine disappeared off the face of the Earth. Has anyone tried to contact her?"

"No one has talked to Celine since the trial. We did try to get in contact with her for the trial coming up, but we haven't been able to get anything,"

"Kai is an evil individual. You guys have to find that car. Play back the cameras! I remember placing my things back where they belonged,"

"We checked the cameras and everything was normal. But we were also getting new cameras installed around that time,"

"Hmm. Well, word on the street is, Kailen is pushing drugs and getting rid of many of the witnesses from that night. I recall there being a small crowd watching us fight that night. If you can, please get them to help. I didn't get a chance to fully defend myself last time, but I am this time. Kai for sure murdered RJ and because he didn't get his money while at the same time trying to get his revenge on me. All the evidence from that night is probably in that car!" Gray stressed.

John looked at his team and there was a bit of a silence. John then nodded his head and stood up.

"We need to find that red Honda,"

#18+ content #amp #kai cenat #crime

[the-firebird69]

City of Pasadena

https://www.cityofpasadena.net

City of Pasadena - California

She's a bunch of people who are wise asses and one of them is Brad and he's the one making those dishes and kind of make you poop and such an a****** and it's going on doing it to everybody you got to stop that piece of s*** but here it is in a nutshell Pasadena is a place that's over the shape a little bit which look liked the scythe to our son. But here it looks like the blob shapes which are found in edge of Tomorrow it has a head in the face and teeth you can see it too off to the right it's huge at the mountain just to about 5 MI to the Northeast of Pasadena but here there's a small one that's right in town has a head right in town I think they're examining it and in Pasadena there's really a few lakes but there is a small River and they do go in it in the movie and around it the whole time it was about half mile from the house our son was incarcerated against his willing and he was kind of obsessed about leaving that telling people to f*** off in the house said we're held here you're stupid none of you listening damn thing you think being a mental patient is fine and treating me that way is fine and they're not listening it kept on saying in public too the people saying this he's very unhappy with it very pissed off and he's going to do stuff to people who it was and they start seeing why and they figured it out and they saw him examining stuff and then it Palladio which is nearby suffered an earthquake and Tommy F wanted to do that to threaten our people and he's this guy Bill again who was at the house in Pasadena holding him there and said it was a princess and she's missing oh she's dead it's a Mac or what okay well there's something someone can use to take your stuff can you rude bastard did once you shut up or punch a retard head in. She looked over at the guy next to him he said I'm going to have to take it out on you he said I'm going to punch your head in and I'm not retarded I'm Schwarzenegger so he said okay I might be all kind of in that case but not for long so he said what he's going to do a clone invasion so we have to get some Intel getting it so thanks for the cooler stuff loser I'm going to have you fixed and really the clones that your family in front of you it's so long ago you don't care

He turned around and started crying so nobody cares I'm a huge a****** so he told some people he said they're vicious and he got in trouble and he started saying it's him and said yeah it is a b**** no he does that to me you f****** b**** that's all I have to say to you you're such human dirt.

You're not going to sign legs and started yelping and yelling running around so how much stuff do you think I can take when you doing that stuff so he started yelling again I can't see you anyways oh yeah that's the point so we stopped doing it and he looks his phone is all such a s*** happening you're not really mad and we started beating him up all the time really we're doing it anyways but we started doing it a little more but that's what's going on out there and he was there underneath and Palladio can tell you now they started looking into it and they know these after something they're going to go out there and try and find out what it is and Tommy f is going to lose his face and they need that to happen

Thor Freya

Can I take his hockey mask at boy scout camp

Zues

Sweet

Hera

I don't have to eat anything weird and when I get out of here with you guys to find out if I know the difference

Zues

Got to tell you it's funny what he says kind of shocking is true she's cutting faces off he's grabbing hockey masks very obscene what she's doing we do a lot of it to you people he's grabbing your hockey mask cutting the s*** out of you you're not doing anything but still

Thor Freya

Olympus

[shespeaksinsongs]

Baby Daddy, An Enchanting Play

A/N: Not so sure what this is, but I like it! Enjoy! <3

Summary: Y/N, Pansy, and Daphne perform their moving play for an acting class they'd enrolled in, along with Blaise, Draco, and Theo.

Warnings/content: Mentions of deadbeat baby daddies, Fem!Reader, implied Slytherin!Reader, lousy acting

Word count: 1.14k words

"Oh, Jack, how your eyes... de-ceive me." Theo squinted at the lines he'd written on his hand, having said "deceive" wrong.

Blaise, Theo's boyfriend, only nodded and effortlessly said his lines. "But, Greg! You seem to forget I can't deceive you, for I am cursed only to tell you the truth. And with that, I shall be damned for eternity." Blaise said, looking into the distance dramatically.

"I'm a rock. I am also a mineral." Draco said from the corner of the stage, his eyes empty of passion for their performance. On his shirt pocket was a tiny piece of paper that read "ROCK" in red letters.

Moments passed by before people realized the play was over, and slow claps scattered around the classroom.

"Guys, while I will admit, that was an... interesting play, when I said each person must have two lines, that's not what I meant. So you'll be getting points off for that." The teacher said sternly, calling the next group to perform the student-written play.

Y/N, Daphne, and Pansy got up, ready to perform. On their way there, Draco stopped Y/N, causing her to tilt her head. "Be careful up there; she's a harsh grader."

"Your concern is cute." Y/N said quickly, patting Draco on the back and following her friends back onto the elevated platform.

As always in Acting class, an extracurricular that the gang had collectively decided to take, Y/N opened up the production. "Oh boy, how will we ever beat that?" Y/N sarcastically said, eyes widening, smiling smugly at Blaise's glare. "Our play is called "Baby Daddy." We worked really hard on it, so we hope you enjoy it." The name earnt snickers from the room, which Y/N didn't mind. In actuality, the girls saw the Acting class as more of a joke than anything else.

"Woo!" Draco cheered as Theo whistled, prompting Blaise to catcall an "Ow!".

"You couldn't even call me?" Daphne screamed at Y/N, although their new names were "Melissa" and "Ben," respectively.

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal, man." Y/N said, lowering her voice to match that of a man. The way she moved, sort of like a snake, caused Draco to laugh to himself, leaving him wondering if she was mocking him.

"Not that big of a deal? You're telling me you've been incarcerated for two years, leaving me to pay for our kid,"

"Ah." Pansy said, sitting on the ground, only sticking her thumb out of her mouth to speak.

"and you couldn't even tell me that you'd been out of jail for three months? I need you, Ben. Your daughter needs you. This family... we need you." Daphne said, sighing sadly.

"Mel," Y/N said, reaching an arm out to touch her baby mommy.

"Don't you "Mel" me! I have had to go to homeless shelters for the past few months, barely making enough to survive on, and you waltz in, acting like you own the place. You're disgusting. Were you even gonna tell me? That you were free?" Daphne said, pulling up her best acting skills for this next part.

"Of course I was, Melissa. I just needed some time to get on my feet, you know?" Y/N had said this last part so low that the walls of her throat rubbed upon each other, causing her to cough tremendously. This made her peers laugh, so she didn't mind it. She looked briefly into the audience, and Draco was still trying to contain his laughter, tears almost spilling out of his eyes. "Besides, can't babies go longer without food or something?" Y/N scratched her head, trying to look as stupid as possible.

"That's newborns," Daphne snarled. "Nora is two years old. She's a toddler. Merlin, are you that daft? Did you even remember her name before I said it?"

"Uh, nah, nah, that's cool, Nora's cool. Did you pick it out?" Y/N said, trying not to laugh at the next part. The girls had to rehearse it dozens of times the days before in order not to laugh.

"You idiotic," Daphne fake slapped Y/N, who skillfully made it look and sound real. "useless," Pansy was now crying with laughter, trying her best to make it look like she was just sad that her parents were fighting. Her thumb was still in her mouth, and she was almost biting it from how hard she was smiling. "waste of brain cells!" Daphne said, stomping on Y/N's toes.

Y/N took a moment, not looking Daphne in the eye as she said her following line. "C'mon, babe, it's rough in the big house. By the way, you're hot when you're mad." She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows, which caused Theo to stifle a laugh.

Daphne said nothing but groaned and threw her hands up in frustration, ending the play with an angry and offensive (but family-friendly) pinky finger).

Just like the rest of the plays, a few collected moments of silence went by until Pansy got up and bowed with her girlfriend and best friend Y/N. This time, different from the rest, people erupted into cheers, admiring Y/N's commitment to the male role and Daphne's acting.

Oddly enough, when the three looked over to the side at their teacher, they didn't catch the furious glare they were expecting. Instead, she was crying, muffling a sob with her hand. "I'm sorry, kids, this just reminds me so much of my youth." She said, pressing a hand to her heart and swallowing thickly before continuing. "Great job, you three. Full marks for each of you." The professor said, causing Y/N to look concerned for her, but nonetheless, she was happy. "May I just ask, what was your inspiration for this?"

The girls looked at each other, not knowing what to say. As always, Y/N was the one to speak up. "Oh, we have been very passionate about... deadbeat baby daddies for, uh, years now. It's become a tragedy in today's society." Y/N trailed off, hoping her answer would be sufficient enough to let her instructor let her go back to her seat.

"That is so heart-warming. You three must have hearts of gold." The teacher said, which caused Y/N to beam at Draco annoyingly.

"Heart of gold." Y/N mouthed across the room, laughing slightly when he rolled his eyes.

"In fact, this performance was so moving that," The teacher said, leaving a few seconds of silence in between. "I'm giving everyone full marks. Congratulations to everyone. You can thank these lovely ladies for it." She said, sitting down and throwing all her analyses of each play away.

For the second time, the class erupted into cheers. Only this time, it was a standing ovation. As Y/N, Daphne, and Pansy strutted back to their seats, Y/N laughed to herself, wondering what she did in a past life to be so gifted with luck.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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[ravenkinnie]

TW: Drugs, substance abuse, murder, violence, the Punisher

Another potentially unpopular opinion I've seen on here (and one that I'll actually rant about) is that, Jason is the only good vigilante in the Batfam because he kills people (think the direct quote is "unlike those other feckless bitches" and something like "when you get saved by Red Hood, you know that you'll never have to worry about getting attacked by the same person again". I don't know how to explain to people that killing the type of criminals Jason killed in canon is wrong and harmful (thinking about the 80 Blackgate prisoners he poisoned - hmm you know the American prison system is pretty fucked up i'm sure they all totally belonged there /s). Like. Jason killing the Joker is one thing, but he literally hasn't killed the Joker - Dick did that, Bruce tried to, but Jason hasn't. But like some people make it out like oh, Jason being a killer is fine because he only kills people that deserve it - who, tell me who he's killing? Sex offenders and drug dealers seems to be the most common reply. And I won't touch the sex offenders but drug dealers? Have you heard of the War on Drugs? Have you seen what happens when people in power decide it's okay to openly promote the killing of drug dealers? I don't understand why people think it's fine for Jason Todd to go around killing drug dealers, as if they don't have families, don't have other things that put them in a bad situation. There's a reason why cops in the US (idk if they do this elsewhere) use the Punisher skull as their emblem - and if you advocate for a Jason Todd that punishes criminals, don't be surprised when the right wing weaponizes him against minorities and the red hood helmet starts to get painted on cop cars.

I wrote a paper on the Norwegian prison system which rehabilitates and releases even the "worst" of criminals and just... I live in the US and it seems like we (specifically white people) have such little compassion for anyone who commits crime. Even after the War on Drugs, even after we learned it was a scam, people fall for the crime and punishment rhetoric time after time. Like I live in a suburb where people are so scared of drug dealers my mom literally called our neighbor because someone cut through our yard (and she thought he looked high or something idk). Which I get it, my cousin died from a fentanyl overdose, I understand you don't want that near your kids. But incarcerating or killing drug dealers is not the answer, and I can't stand it when people take that stance on Jason. You can try to explain the 8 drug dealer heads in a duffle bag any way you want, but at the end of the day, I think the batfamily fandom needs to be more careful addressing this issue because demonizing drugs/drug dealers/drug users is literally one of the ways the American government destroys black communities.

And to think, the Jason Todd stan that this opinion came from replied to me because I commented on how Jason likes to run around in Dick's old clothes - something that has absolutely no bearing on his morals, other than he's thrifty which is a good thing actually, something like 85% of clothes ends up in landfills. Sorry for the rant, you asked for it. Sorry if anyone who sees this likes Jason Todd and is offended, you're not bad for liking him, he has an interesting story, just please don't advocate for murdering common criminals, specifically drug dealers.

AAAHHH NOO BUT IVE SEEN SOME OF MY MOOTS DISCUSS THIS BEFORE

sorry it's late and fucking hot I don't have the most comprehensive reply dbdnhd and I do acknowledge that at the end of the day this is fiction but opinions real people hold come from SOMEWHERE - and I think we have a very ingrained belief that crime/bad deed has to be punished and that there are good and evil people and good people only do bad things when influenced by evil people which is exactly the core of jason's belief - and that's interesting for a batfam character, a former robin!! I like when him and bruce are contrasted based on ethics but I don't like when it's meant to show that jason is right and bruce is wrong

batman is an extremely popular and fascinating character because at his core lies the idea that systems that are in place to 'protect' people are corrupt and it's down to individuals who can do something to go against them and look out for others - that's something that will resonate with people even if irl solution can't be to dress up as a bat and beat tf outta people shdhhshs

I have two points to make here:

a) I'm straight up a fucking anarchist who lives in the woods, thinks aliens are listening, and doesn't trust the government but I don't believe systems are corrupt, I believe they operate the way they are meant to operate to punish and control the populations that the system needs to be controlled to keep up the status quo - war on drugs is such a good example for that. drug dealer also exists as this boogeyman, this idea of an evil person waiting to corrupt and destroy the good people but the fact is: people don't get addicted to drugs bc drug dealers exist, people get addicted to drugs because something, not someone, compels them to do drugs, because something (literal us gov) introduced drugs to their communities and drug dealers are just tiny pawns in that game. additionally, many dealers are addicts themselves who got roped into selling to pay for their own use or who got pushed into the margins of society so much that drug trade is the only way to survive they can find

there are like, whole papers and books and thesis done on this so I'm not gonna act like I can analyse it in a tumblr post dhshsjsj but yeah people who think jason is right usually show this weird superiority of 'oh batman doesnt get how to fix gotham like jason does' and like... no, jason gets played like a fiddle by the system the way people he kills do, and whatever he does will always just hit the other pawns and never reach those actually at the top, those who are profitting from finding scapegoats

and like, batman comics don't have to address that bc it's comics, you can write small lmao but don't argue that jason is somehow more enlightened than bruce for killing

b) this brings a question of, if we decide that there has to be punishment for every crime, who gets to decide what punishment is right for what crime? cause there's not a single person who's infallible enough to dictate what the best approach is in every situation

and batman works best as a traumatised man who's loves his city sm he tries to work however he can to protect people from corrupt systems and offer them second chances wherever he can bc that's who batman is at his core - batman is not a punisher he is a protector and he should never be pushed into a role of the punisher bc he's not edgy enough

also bitches are so hard acting like they would kill every villain cause rip to batman but I'm different, y'all are too scared to tell the waitress your order is wrong shut the fuck up lmao the closest any of y'all have been to being batman is getting your ass beat behind the club on a saturday by brenda in her boohoo jumpsuit

#asks #drugs tw #long post

[yelenayena]

Love Game part 3

Pairing: Yelena x fem!reader

Genre: Lemon, non!AU

A/N: This is my very first fanfic. Sorry if it's bad, but I hope you like and enjoy reading this story! The period in this story is when the Yeagerists began their mission to create the “New Eldian Empire”. I'm poor at grammar, and this is the first story I have written in English, so I’m sorry if they're a lot of mistakes I made in my writing. Feel free to give me some advice in English so I can learn and write better in the future 💜

Summary: You live in the same house as Yelena in Paradis as a maid. You adore Yelena, but you thought she wasn't attracted to you at all. The day after she talked with Pixis on the balcony, she eventually talks to you and tries to tease you.

Warning: Smut, +18, explicit content!!

She kissed your lips so gently. Her arms on your waist pull your body so close to hers, no more boundaries between you and her. The thrill of her kiss running up your skin was electrifying. You want to stop her, but your body tells a different story. It feels like you've been so thirsty for her touches for a whole time. Moments later, her arms all over your back. Then she kissed you passionately, her tongue is in your mouth now, moving wildly to play with yours.

At this moment you feel that the world around you vanishes away, only you and her. You want her back, you want her so badly. But a thought hit your head, you regained consciousness. Realizing that this should never have happened between you and her, there shouldn't be unnecessary physical touch.

You pulled back your body to stop her, “this is wrong, we ought not to kiss!” you said with a firm voice.

“Uh-huh, and then?”

You stepped back on your leg to keep your distance from her. “Don’t ever kiss me again!”

She curtsied and bent her face close to yours, “but you liked that, and you kissed me back,” she said. Her right arm touched your lower lip and teased it with a naughty touch.

You don't know what to say, because she was right, and the way she teased your lower lip is so intoxicating. You looked into her eyes, her pupils dilated, you can see a strong desire within her. She looked at you so lustful.

“Let me get this clear,” she continued. “I want you and don’t you ever dare to say no because I hate being rejected. Let’s move to the next level, I promise you'll love it, and we’ll be having so much fun!” Her right arm traced your chin, neck, and stopped at your left breast. She then put her lips against your ear, “tonight you look so beautiful with that nightdress, and I can't hold myself anymore,” she hoarsely whispered.

Her powerful and strong voice makes you do nothing but obey. “Now, go upstairs and get to sleep. It’s already late, I’ll clean the glasses for you.” She placed her arms on your shoulder to lead you out of the kitchen. And you just obey like her cutie puppy.

The next morning, Yelena saw you watering the potted plants around the backyard. “Hey, cutie, you slept well last night?” she said in an enticing tone.

You glanced at her, “funny you acted so friendly recently. Don’t get me wrong, but I don't think I’ll accept your stupid game.”

She stepped closer to you, “yes you will. As I said last night, I hate being rejected. So I’m gonna make you say my name when you get high. Just be ready today.”

She saw two soldiers walking towards your position. She cleared her throat, “so I wanna have some tea and please take them to my room by evening,” she said loudly with a different tone.

You realized she was trying to fool those soldiers, then she left you there. You glanced and followed her movement, she’s talking to the two soldiers. They seemed to have a serious conversation with her. You want to know what they are talking about, but you can't hear anything from the place you were standing.

As she promised, she left you no choice but to bring the tea set to her room. Once you entered her room, she locked the door and grabbed your hand quickly, and hugged you tightly. She kissed you more passionately than last night.

“Yelena-” you try to speak, “I told you we can't do this.”

“Yes we can, I know that you want me too, your face can tell me that,” she said during a kiss.

The more you try so hard to refuse, the more she holds your body so tight. She took off every one of your clothes until there nothing left. She touches you more and more, inch by inch. Yet, your sense of logic continues in a detached way with your desire, and you almost give up to satisfy your physical craving.

When she places you on the bed, you try to unbutton her shirt, she helps you take off her shirt and pants until you two get naked. That dusk, you ended up letting your lust control your body and let her touch you more deeply.

After that crazy moment in her room, you can't pretend that you don't need her anymore. You always let her touch your body every time she wants if there's a chance. In the library, in the bathroom, in the fulfillment warehouse, everywhere in that house is a place for both of you to have sex. You love the way she touches you. It always makes you want her more, more wild, more lust, more touch.

“Y- yelena-” you moaned as you felt her long fingers inside your cunt moving in and out faster.

“Yes, beauty? Gonna cum already?” she asked seductively.

You say nothing but moan her name again as you get high and release your warm fluid all over her finger. Tonight you ended up fuck with her in your room.

“Damn! I'm gonna miss this,” she said and started to suck her fingers in her mouth.

You frown at your face, “what do you mean ‘gonna’?”

She smiled at you, “nothing,” and gave her finger to your mouth then you licked hers sensually.

“Oh god, you look so fucking beautiful when you do that with hair falling loose down on the bed,” she played with the ends of your fine hair with another hand. You don't know why, but the way she seduces you with her dirty mouth gives you a delightful sensation. You never mind being a slut for her.

She kissed your lips and whispered, “Give me another, my princess. Let’s do scissoring!”

That night, you fucked with her for hours and this is the longest sex in a week. You try as many positions as you can until you two get dried, ‘till the clock says three in the morning.

The next day, when you go to town to buy groceries. You met Yelena there. You felt confused about why she can get in town while she’s in protective custody.

“I can’t believe we meet here,” she greeted you then she brought you to the alley nearby.

“Yelena, how can you get here?” you asked.

“There’s no time to explain, but I’m glad I met you here. Listen, the situation will not be the same. There will be an agitation around here. I need you to protect yourself if you need to, bring your parents to stay away from town. And I’ll blot out your punishment,” in the last sentence, she lowered down her voice and looked into your eyes softly. “You sure you never drink wine in the kitchen?”

“No, I don't! I told you I don't like liquors,” you answered convincingly. “Agitation? Punishment? What do you mean?”

She smiled, “I know you've been undercover to be a servant for months. You're a former Anti-Personnel Control Squad member that survived the Reiss family tragedy. And thanks to you, you revealed to Dot Pixis that I'd met with Eren before he invaded Marley. That's why I gave you a punishment to force you fucked with me.”

You dropped your groceries in shock, you never realized that she knows everything. Her smiles turned into a wider one as your reaction gave her much satisfaction.

“Floch tells me everything about you. You're no longer working with the government, but they still can find your record.” She stepped closer to you, “you're lucky I fuckin’ like you, sweetie.” She kissed your cheek and touched your head, “take care of yourself. Goodbye,” and she stepped out to join her confederates. Left you there, alone.

Your heart sank when she said goodbye, as you get the feeling you will never see her again.

When you came to that house, the situation was already chaotic, you found blood and dead bodies of the soldiers everywhere. So this is how she can run away from this house. You walked to her room, you still can smell her scent there, and it makes you feel in a sad set of affairs.

There’s a book on the desk, you stepped closer and opened the book. Your eyes widen as you see something inside the book. Now you know how she can keep in touch with her confederate, she used the book to take and give the information about the current situation in government. You hold the book so tight until your fingers get pale. You feel so defeated she can fool you around, and it all because of your stupid feelings.

You looked out the window with irony and said, “silly me I like you too. Please don't get yourself killed.”

Fun Facts:

She really into you, she can't think straight when you're around her.

I think she's a dominant type, and finally, you can make her half-naked and you take control of her (you can take a look at the first picture 😉).

Yes, you were the former of The Military Police Regiment who joined Anti-Personnel Control Squad leads by Kenny Ackerman.

I think Yelena was really upset about her incarceration and the other member of Anti-Marley Volunteers in various places, after what she did to Paradis. Although the government of Paradis was kind enough to put them in a decent house, she was still upset (this is my speculation for my writing purpose only).

Yelena had been watching you since the first day she stayed in that house. For her, you’re the best thing that Pixis had given to her. She could stick it out in that house because of you.

There are a lot of the Yeagerist’s sympathizers in that house, so, she still can communicate with Floch and her comrades easily. That’s why she knows about your little secret.

No, Yelena didn't kill the military soldiers in that house, but the Yeagerists did (this is only my hc). I think she respects the Eldians sm because Zeke is an Endian.

THIS IS IT! I hope you like my story ;)

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[lightrises]

"Only in allowing her to pass..." — Hornet, The Radiance, and the means by which Hallownest turned its victims against each other

A quick note: I read Hollow Knight as an anti-colonialist text. As such I'll be touching on topics related to colonialism as it's depicted in the world of the game, and said analysis will reflect both a sympathetic take on The Radiance and a critique of The Pale King that won't pull its punches. If this sounds up your alley, hello and thank you for the read! Let us be sad about these bugs together.

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So!! A while back I realized something about pre-canon that felt rather... "curious" is one way to put it, I think. To wit: for all the effort and scheming and determination The Pale King poured into trying to get rid of The Radiance, neither of his plans involved directly killing her.

Was that his long game? Well, sure, that seems clear enough. His tack changed from luring the moths away from their god and creator to a more literal form of incarceration once the infection became a factor, but at its core the end goal never really changed—The Pale King very sincerely wished to destroy Radiance via obsolescence. The Seer lends us foreshadowing to confirm as much:

[Image descriptions: Two screenshots from Hollow Knight, showing the Seer and Ghost in the Seer's alcove at the Resting Grounds. Across both screenshots, the Seer tells Ghost the following: "None of us can live forever, and so we ask those who survive to remember us. Hold something in your mind and it lives on with you, but forget it and you seal it away forever. That is the only death that matters." End description.]

(Which, by the way and given the context, talk about an extremely unsubtle allusion to cultural genocide huh!!! Whew.)

In any case, we're left with a whole bunch of machinations which build up to... well, two very roundabout attempts at committing deicide. That's kind of weird, all things considered! Why not just do the deed in one fell swoop and get it over with?

This could be for any number of reasons. Maybe the king was devoid of the means to instantly kill another higher being. Maybe his personal sense of scruples stopped him short of signing off on MURDER murder (although, y'know, the aforementioned genocide + eternal imprisonment = still cool and copasectic apparently!). Maybe the long drawn-out cruelty was the point. Maybe the idea of playing fuckign 4D chess with the circumstances was too delicious for him to pass up—that man did love to tinker and stick his claws where they sure as hell didn't belong—or maybe it was a little bit of All The Things. Who knows!!

But interrogating The Pale King's methodology on this count isn't what I'm here for, at least not really. The main reason I raise this question at all is that in her own way, Hornet did too.

"I'd urge you to take that harder path... "

See, going by The Pale King's actions and what The White Lady explicitly says, they both foresaw two outcomes wrt the infection: it can be allowed to spread, or it can be contained. At Teacher's Archives, Quirrel acknowledges the fact that Ghost is expected to do... something about this, but he doesn't elaborate on what HE thinks that's supposed to be apart from the obvious "Gotta bust into Black Egg Temple first". Hornet is the one person who presents to us—to Ghost—what's framed as a third option: confront and destroy the infection at its source.

And she doesn't bring it up like it's just another tactic for Ghost to consider, prim and indifferent to what they would do. She nudges them towards it, actively, up to the point where she throws herself into the fray against Hollow at a juncture that's uniquely dangerous to her and her alone just to make that option feasible.

Even when she's couching it in disclaimers that this is still Ghost's decision to make (and let's be fair, she's extremely not wrong about that lol), no one can pretend Hornet is unbiased. It's obvious in that buttoned-down Hornet kind of way that she is way the hell done with the increasingly tenuous stalemate that's kept Hallownest's desiccated corpse from collapsing in on itself. Personally it's hard for me not to read some Toriel Undertale-esque "My father was too entrenched in his own foolishness to pursue any course of action that would have DEFINITIVELY ended this" shade into her stance here, regardless of whether that's strictly true in canon.

And that bit—Hornet's hopes for an end to Hallownest's stasis, moreover her grim calculation of what needs to be done to get there—that's the bit I find super interesting but likewise tragic and depressing as shit, on multiple levels. In no small part because a) canon itself gestures towards Hornet feeling conflicted about the very plan she's pushing, and moreover b) she has at least two (2) damn good reasons to feel that way.

So, what do I mean by that? Let's look here first:

[Image description: A screenshot from Hollow Knight, of Hornet and Ghost inside the Temple of the Black Egg, standing in front of the unsealed egg itself. Hornet has been struck by the Dream Nail and her dialogue is displayed as follows: "... Could it achieve that impossible thing? Should it?" End description.]

As the curtain is about to drop on things one way or another, Hornet thinks,

... Could it achieve that impossible thing? Should it?

Now, looking at that last bit it's easy to go "Oh no, Hornet's worried that Ghost won't survive killing The Radiance!" And I do think that's part of it: Hornet is, categorically, not her father. By endgame it's clear she's not content to view her Void-borne siblings as tools to be used then disposed of. She's also well aware that as a healthy autonomous Vessel amongst the countless dead, Ghost is the only person left alive who has a fighting chance against The Radiance. Knowing someone is the only qualified candidate for the job doesn't make encouraging them to embrace a probable death sentence any less of a bitter pill to swallow, though. And odds are on that this sentiment extends to Hollow too, who IS going to die no matter what happens here. To put it bluntly, it's more than reasonable to conclude that Hornet hates the absolute fuck out of this.

But I don't think that's all there is to it either. Remember what I said earlier about The Pale King's bids for genocide? Well, it's not like the man deigned to limit his efforts to just the moth tribe.

"We do not choose our mothers... "

On top of everything else—an infected Hallownest being all she's ever known, the fact that she only exists because of the infection, the list goes on—Hornet has spent her life wedged into a position that's been uncomfortable and terminally unglamorous at best: she is both a daughter of her father's kingdom and of Deepnest.

Deepnest, which like the moths and many others was here long before the wyrm and his lady wife swanned onto the scene and the God Become Bug laid claim to everything the Light touched plus a considerable amount of change. THAT Deepnest, which has fought claw and thread to retain its sovereignty against same-said settler king, and for which Herrah not only surrendered her life but also agreed to bed her worst enemy, all in hopes of securing a viable future for her people (put a pin in that last part by the way, I'll come back to it soon).

Two Worlds, One Family (Ft. An Indigenous Woman Trying Her Damndest To Work With What She's Got Versus An Imperialist Who Only Signed Up For This Because He Needed The Political Favor THAT Badly, So It's The Height Of Dysfunctional Actually). Fun times!!!!

The baggage this entails for Hornet is gnarly enough without implications made by The White Lady and the pre-canon timeline of events and even Team Cherry's dev notes that the king may well have looked at baby Hornet, gone "YOINK", then ensured she spent the lion's share of her childhood reared within the pearly auspices of his Pale Court*. That would be rather advantageous for Him Specifically after all, the potential to mold a born foe into a future ally and even have her trained in combat under the same tutelage as her doomed sibling. And far be it from him to stop a grown Hornet—his own flesh and blood too!—from making Deepnest her forever home if she so pleased. He totally wouldn't be reneging on his "fair bargain made" by doing this one simple thing until Hornet came of age, not t e c h nic c a l l y.

If that is indeed the case, there's a non-zero chance Hornet's formative years were a hot mess of cultural alienation and being a good deal more privy than most to just how much of a bastard her father could be. There's an equally non-zero chance that at some point she stood or sat within earshot as The Pale King finally, finally dropped all pretense and euphemism to name the Light for precisely what (for who) it was.

See, in conjunction with the question that started this whole dang train of thought I've been asking this one too: Does Hornet know? When she speaks of confronting "the heart of [the] infection" does she know she's talking about not just a literal person but someone very specific? The Radiance, who god though she may be shares skin in the game alongside Hornet as a native woman screwed over by the same settler king, likewise deprived of her kin and saddled with a life gone horrendously pear-shaped?

I'll assume for the sake of exploring the possibility and because I think it's a likely one anyway that yes, Hornet does know. She knows, and despite everything can't help empathizing. She might even look at Radiance and see bits and pieces both reflected and slightly inversed in her own mother: Radiance was forced to the sidelines while her people—her children, the brood she was meant to lead and care for—died out under The Pale King's rule, and it's no stretch to assume she's at least as upset about that as she has been about everything else; Herrah too took drastic measures for her people's sake, trying to head off annihilation by relegating herself to the sidelines in an act that was as much calculated risk as an attempt to find wiggle room and leverage in the face of a nasty proposition.

A calculated risk that, if things continue as they are, might well amount to nothing as the rest of Deepnest gets eaten alive by the infection. It survived The Pale King's advances for so so long, only to fall here. Herrah's sacrifice would be for naught; the other tribes—themselves the king's victims—would keep succumbing to the infection too.

And this is where things fall apart.

"... or the circumstance into which we are born."

Let's be clear: I think Hornet is wise enough to know what's what here, that all the carnage and suffering falls on her father's head for starting this slow-motion trainwreck in the first place. Hallownest wasn't always Hallownest. This domain was Radiance's home first, along with many others. It was the worm-turned-king who rolled up on the scene unsolicited and decided this was a ""'problem""" that had to be """solved""".

But the fact of the matter is that he's gone and The Radiance is here, raging, seemingly inconsolable. Above and beyond being Deepnest's rightful heir, Hornet isn't in a position to countenance more splash damage even if the grief and fury fueling it makes perfect sense. She can understand without ever bringing herself to love Radiance, and she can bend her knee to practicality even if she hates the everloving shit out of it because the fact that it "has" to end this way isn't fair.

This lends itself to one last awful conclusion: that Hornet has probably considered and (rightly or wrongly) discarded the possibility that Radiance can be saved, at least not without dragging more collateral along for the ride. If even her mother and every other enemy to the king seemed to dismiss talking Radiance down as an option way back when... well. Why should Hornet hope for any better after things have escalated so far?

Again, it's practical. A practical net good is what Hornet strives for. And again, it fucking sucks.

For extra tragedy points, this makes Hornet's extended crypticness around Ghost followed by her last minute casting about for a reason to tell them "Wait, don't; not just yet" that she never voices even more of a gut punch. She can't bring herself to burden Ghost with the context that haunts her so, least of all when it might weaken their resolve to go through with what (she thinks) needs doing.

It's the "same song, different verse" which led to the mantis tribe and Deepnest being pitted against each other: Hallownest rigged the game so that two women who could have been powerful allies—who have a mutual vested interest in driving out settler rule—wound up poised as enemies instead. And how awful is that? The king for all his being extremely fucking dead still gets the last laugh, because outside of a miracle the game never manifests Hornet can salvage what her mother started and look forward to a future where Deepnest pulls itself back from the brink if and only if The Radiance dies.

Resolution comes at the price of a completed genocide. Add two more dead siblings to the unconscionable pile thereof, while we're at it. That's what it boils down to whether or not Hornet can bear to articulate it as such, and there's no grace or even a properly bittersweet ending to wring from this clusterfuck. And that is rough.

———

* This has been better explained elsewhere, but a quick rundown: The White Lady tells Ghost that Hornet and Herrah "were permitted little time together." On its surface this can be taken to mean that Hornet was still very young when Herrah was shipped off to Eternal Dreamland—except this doesn't jive with the fact that we meet Hornet as an adult. If the stasis kicked in once the Dreamers went to their rest, which in turn halted the aging process for every living bug in Hallownest, AND before all this Hornet experienced little by the way of quality time with her birth mother... I think you can see where I'm going with this.

To top it off we've got Team Cherry weighing in ominously from their dev notes on Herrah: "As part of the agreement for her alliance and her role as a dreamer, King gave her a child (Hornet). Was she allowed to keep this child or was she taken away?" This isn't confirmation by itself of course, but given additional canon details (see above): Can I get a "yikes" in the chat fellas.

#hollow knight #hornet (hollow knight) #hornet hollow knight #hk hornet #the radiance #hk radiance #herrah #hk herrah #hollow knight meta #sup folks it's been a minute since i dropped a whole dang essay but Here We Go!!!!!!

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

3. RECKONING

"Where is N'Jobu," Abebe asks the other panthers at the great tree as I approach from behind, the pads of my paws treading on soft dirt and grass.

"I am right here. I went to run, was running, and I dropped my journal."

"You dropped it? Where did you drop it? Go get it," D'Kaba points with his glistening nose.

"I believe it fell into the human world."

"N'Jobu," Abebe chides with a click of his tongue, "You will be reprimanded by Bast if you do not locate that journal, go get it. Now! Before she finds out. We will pray in your favor."

Just like that it is time to travel to the human world for a bit of overdue excitement.

"Of course--And I will find it and bring it back here where it belongs."

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🎶 Ones that hate us, handcuff us and mace us/Call us dumb niggas 'cause our culture is contagious/Third generation, South Central gang bangers/That lived long enough to see it changing/Think it's time we make arrangements/Finally wiggle out they mazes, find me out in different places/'I’m the spook by the door,' this the infiltration, double back, dressed in blue laces 🎶

Erik found the large crowd of people easily in Fruitvale, parking his car and walking to join them. Speaking with a few of the people in the crowd he gathered that they planned to be out there all night. He also gleaned that several of the officers had been acting threateningly. He decided to watch for himself waiting for a reason to be malicious and finally he got one as he saw an officer manhandle a little girl who he decided was too close. He looked at the name on the officer's badge and watched two women grab the child to carry her away to safety before he headed back to his car. He needed to know the officer's first name and now that he had the last name and a face to attach to it, that information would be simple to find. He searched the internet hoping it could be a simple discovery. Amazingly, he could not easily find this guy's information. It didn't seem that he had any social media or articles with his name. No worries, Erik had another idea.

Back at the house, he fished the journal from his vest and opened it on his office desk, rebooting his computer to hack into Mika's computer yet again. It didn't take long to find exactly what he was searching for.

Ray Thomas

He wrote it clearly. Searching up the stream on his phone of the protest, he waited. For the next minute he watched and finally the camera angle shifted, backing up before focusing on the officer who was clutching his chest, doubling over with a fearful expression. Erik took in each of his dying moments, wide-eyed and in awe. It was real. The journal was somehow real! Amazed, he turned off the protest stream and the computer to sit in the darkness.

"Oh shit. Does this really make me a murderer," he mouthed staring at the journal incredulously. For a while his mind went blank, panic setting in. This was bad. It was wrong to murder no matter the reason. Or was it? He was pretty sure that it was better to rescue the innocent than to spare the guilty. That's all he'd done truly. That wasn't a bad thing, it was a good thing. In situations where people were helplessly abused by those with power who knew they'd get away with it, the victims probably prayed as hard as they could for divine intervention. Well here he was giving them an answer.

Not only was he willing to help level the playing field, he was obligated as someone who could relate to the pain and was suddenly able to bring reckoning! What a rush. The guilt ebbed, replaced with a slowly-growing glee.

"I have to do this. I'd be letting the world down if I didn't. And if I don't do it--who will?"

Staring at the short column of names on the page in the journal, he felt a sense of pride begin to swell within him. "I can't believe I just took them niggas out. Three in one night," he gushed impressed with himself. In one night, he'd done more for the world than in thirty-two years of living. He knew now what he had to do. This was his purpose. This was why he was born.

"I see you're enjoying my journal," N'Jobu spoke watching Erik's quiet back and forth banter between he, him, and himself. N'Jobu had witnessed it all, Erik's penning of the names all the way to Erik's moment of epiphany.

Hearing the voice, Erik paused as his torso went straight as a board. Spinning in his chair, he came eye to eye with a large set that glowed a white-like yellow. Erik's eyes widened significantly but he did not recoil. In fact, he quickly composed himself.

"You don't seem too afraid of a talking panther in your home office, Erik Stevens. Why is that exactly?"

"If you planned to attack me, you would have. I won't even ask how ya ass can talk, I'm dealing with enough weird shit. This journal," he says grabbing it from the table. "You asking for it back?"

"Oh, I will have it back, Erik." He brussled at the sound of his own name. "See. I know when you die. I know how. I know where. I know your name and I can see exactly how long you have left to live down to the very second. Care to know how long you have left?"

"How long?"

"I won't tell you. But--since you've dirtied my journal with your impure human hands, by rule, my journal is now yours. Write in it--or don't, but you cannot destroy it. The journal is yours until you relinquish ownership or die. I should mention that as long as you retain ownership I will follow you as an elder of the past until one of the two results occur."

"So you're like a death god. Is that it?"

"I am N'Jobu. I am as I said, an elder of the past."

"But--you're not taking it back," Erik confirmed with a sneaky smirk holding the notebook. "Aight 'cause I just came up with a plan for how I'm a use it. That's why you chose me, isnt it? You knew I'd know what to do?"

"Chose you," N'Jobu laughed, "Chose you? Is that what you thought?" He laughed again. "You think because of your money or your intellect that you are perhaps--special? Don't make me laugh anymore than I am. Erik Stevens, you are common. You discovering my journal was mere happenstance. A fluke. I wrote with my claw in the language I believed to be the widest spoken and then I dropped it in an area where I knew many humans would gather. That is all."

"You admit you dropped it on purpose. Seems like a pretty important book for you to just be dropping."

"Boredom is a hell of a motivation," N'Jobu deadpanned. Erik's eyes narrowed and N'Jobu looked away to lick his paw.

"Fine. Maybe you were the closest Wakandan living away from Wakandan soil. Maybe that had something to do with the selection process, however, you are still nothing in the grand scheme of things. You are a blip in the scale of time. You have no real importance."

"Maybe--Still! I found the shit! Me! And I believe there's a reason a nigga like me would be trusted with something this powerful. I must be the only one who can set things into order, the way they should be! I'm the only one who can handle this mission and execute it efficiently. I'm the only one who can fuck some shit up!" Breathing heavily with bared teeth, his resolve burned through him like fire, lighting his eyes from within. Any human in that room would assume him deranged, but he was wielding impossible power. "With this journal, I'll force change. I'll reset the world! Yeah--I'll burn it all! The whole damn world if I have to."

Turning back to his desk, he used his phone to search up a list of local criminals in custody and incarcerated for graphically cruel and violent crimes. They deserved the worst deaths imaginable and he was the dealer. Picking up his pen, he got busy.

Vincent Adams. John Hess. Adam Steeve. George Zimmer. Hop Denton. Louis Stimper. Jake Torres. Skip Kazynski. Robert Folk.

He filled the page with names from top to bottom, three columns while N'Jobu looked on in intrigue, his tail swaying side to side.

"By the way, Mr. King of the World. If you killed off every murderer, wouldn't that leave you as the sole murderer? Would you then kill yourself?"

"The fuck? Nah playa. I'm the King. I plan to be here to maintain order."

"Very interesting train of thought you have. By the way, you should know that use of the journal means you forfeit your entry to the ancestral plane. I hope that does not hinder you," N'Jobu spoke, a devious smile in his voice.

"You tell me that now," Erik snapped facing the sitting panther with intense venom in his eyes. He'd have thought more carefully had he known. That information could've weighed heavily in his decision to use the book, but now it was too late.

N'Jobu's eyes shined with humor in response. "Whoops."

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[cryinggarbagebag]

Hello Again (Sirius Blacks Daughter)

Requested by my friend at school :)

Warnings: crying, abandonment, profanity, denial the works :))

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something felt off about tonight and it wasn't for any ordinary reason, not because Dumbledore had asked for me to be at this Order meeting, it was because I found myself standing in front of my first home from before my father was incarcerated, and before I had been accepted into Hogwarts. I only assume that this has something to do with him. I had heard noise about Sirius Black being on the loose earlier this school year, and that caused everyone, and I mean everyone, to think I was hiding him or some shit. it eventually lead to me getting in a couple fights, some physical, and my uncle making the decision of letting me end the school year at home. I was greatful but also pissed off because I was always winning. I guess the med wing couldn't take as many kids as I was sending them. I'm a little aggressive but those fuckers deserved it for disrespecting my father like that! although I only met him as a baby (I was 4 when he was put into Azkaban), I feel like I have known him all my life. it could be through Uncle Remus' story telling, or the twinkle in any of my teachers eyes whenever they spoke of him, I think it's because of a bond only found in someone you truly love. like when Uncle Remus was having a stressful day at the school and I sent him chocolates by owl without him telling me first.

but anyways, the house was eerily familiar, and I subconsciously tucked my short black hair behind my ear nervously. Harry would also be arriving tonight but later on. the Weasleys were also staying there along with Hermione. I smiled at the thought of seeing my friends again as I knocked on the door. we had to use a specific pattern every time so that no death eaters or muggles could get in. I saw the door unlock and it slowly turned open to reveal Tonks. she had a thing for my uncle I guess... good for her.

"y/n! whatsit!"

"hi" I said as she enveloped me in a hug.

"might have to steal your jacket, it's nice" she complimented.

"maybe I'll loan it to you" I winked and made my way inside.

"everyone's in the kitchen" she said and grabbed my arm, "he's in there" she said quieter.

"who?" I asked with concern.

"Sirius. he's anxious to meet you" she said.

"oh" I replied, suddenly getting a strange wave of anxiety as well.

"are you ready?" she asked.

I swallowed thickly, "i- Tonks what if he abandons me again. I know it's not his fault but-"

"y/n don't worry. he loves you and he promised to never leave you again." she said reassuringly and pet my hair. "now, shoulders back, head high, you've got to show him that you truly are his spawn" she joked.

"don't say it like that" I said with a giggle.

"there we go, that's the carefree y/n I know. are you ready now?"

I looked at the door and took a deep breath before nodding. she lead me to it and pushed lightly on the oak wood. there was a long table, with people sitting around it, most of them were my friends, but at the far end was a man who looked just like me only older and with a beard. I froze. I couldn't think, it was too much, but it was too late to turn back.

I noticed uncle remus standing next to him, a timid smile on his face. it was silent, as if everyone had noticed the tension in the room. but then I looked at the ground and reminded myself that I am the daughter of Sirius Black, and I have to fit the role. I do fit the role.

so I cleared my throat, threw on a smirk and said "well, hello again" with as much confidence as I could muster.

when he didn't say anything Uncle Remus nudged him with his elbow as to say 'go on'.

he snapped back to reality and made his way around the table, standing a few feet away from me. he had tears in his eyes, not many but enough for me to know he cared.

"y/n" he started as Molly ushered the twins out of the room. once they were gone it was just me, Uncle Remus, Tonks and my father.

"y/n" he begun again, "my god you've grown. look at you. I feel so old now" he joked lightly, taking in my appearance.

I gave a grumbly laugh that barely made it out of my throat as I realized I was holding back tears too. it was harder to keep them to myself when I realized just how much I had missed him.

"sorry can I just-" I started and rose my arms in a hugging position. he didn't hesitate to bring me into a strong embrace. it was like a part of me that was lost had finally been found. the last puzzle piece had been put into place and I was complete. I let the tears fall then, and I could tell he did too.

once our cry fest was over I lightly pulled away, he heald me at an arms length and really examined my features.

"you're gorgeous just like your mother" he mumbled to himself rather than me.

I smiled wearily and looked down at my scarred knuckles, "so I've been told. they also say I'm your clone."

"I can see why. Remus said you've been getting into trouble lately" he smirked.

"only to defend my last name". I looked up at him and smiled.

"ah that's my girl" he said louder this time, and pride shown in his face. I felt a sense of warmth wash through my body and it was unlike anything I felt before.

"we'll let you two catch up" Uncle Remus said with a smile, putting his arm around Tonks and leading her out of the room. I watched them go before sitting in the seat next to me, Sirius following my lead.

"so, y/n.. tell me everything"

and so I did. I told him about my friends, about my school life, about everything and he listened with genuine interest. I told him about how the other people at school soiled our name, and how I had to leave because of it. he just smiled and laughed it off.

once I had given him my life's story, and everything had died down he leaned forward in his chair and took my hands

"y/n, I know I haven't been there for you, all your special moments and such but I hope you can accept me as your father. I don't ever want to leave you again like I did. I felt horrible for that. I'm hoping now that we can have the life I always wanted for us. me you and Remus that is."

"oh dad, don't feel bad. I know about everything. nothing was ever your fault. what's important is that you're here now."

"thank you" he said and pulled away, "now I'm sure you want to catch up with your friends, I won't keep you waiting" Sirius smiled.

[elusive---ivory]

Little Clown pt 1

Yes, yes, yes oh, boy. Here we are!! The Sequel to TWIV. It took me a while to finish this first part, hopefully y'all enjoy it 💖💖

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc/Joker x Oc

WARNING: Unrequited Love, Child Endangerment

Part 1

Taglist:

@gloomyladyy @princessgeekface @memory-mortis (ps I apologize if I left some people out. Just message me again if I forgot)

"Mommy, I don't want a clown at my birthday party." A little girl said, troubled.

"I know, sweetheart, but clowns aren't so scary. Could you please try for me?" Her mother said, holding her hand.

It was 1993 in Gotham City. It had been 12 years since the incarceration of The Joker. Chaos was still rapid in Gotham, but the police didn't seem to care.

Sandy Fleck was one of Gotham's notorious villains, who rose to the top in popularity. Half her popularity came from followers of The Joker, hoping to seek guidance from her. The other half came from the angry mob of Gotham City, who were still hurt by the damage. For those who knew her on the streets, She was known as Dolly. She had the city tight around her finger. The only thing she was missing was Arthur.

Her daughter looked up at her. "I'm not afraid of clowns, Mommy. I just don't like them. The news doesn't like them, so why should I?" The little girl frowned. Her green emerald eyes were staring into Sandy.

"Ruthie, not everything on the news is trustworthy. Besides, I'm pretty sure your will love it." Sandy said.

"What friends, Mommy?" Ruth replied, monotonous.

Ruth Quinn Fleck wasn't like most kids her age. She was very smart, but not so sociable young girl. From the age of 5, Ruth was diagnosed by a medical professional that she had Asperger's Syndrome. Her doctors were still confused about Ruth's behavior, hoping that maybe by the time she was 8, Ruth could grow out of it. Ruth was nearing the age of 10, with her birthday being a couple days away.

The two crossed the crowded street. Ruth held onto her mother closely, as they walked into their small, yet, comfortable apartment complex.

Sandy didn't move from the old apartment complex. After all that happened, she decided that the best place for her little girl was the complex. Sure, it was an awful complex, but there was something about it that felt so warm and familiar.

As they walked up to their apartment, Sandy walked past a certain apartment door, flooding memories of someone she missed.

Sandy unlocked her apartment door, placing the groceries on the kitchen counter.

Ruth took a small juice box from the fridge, and darted for the living room. Ruth turned the TV on, and switched it to the news.

Sandy giggled to herself. "Why do you only watch the news?"

"I dunno. I like the news. It's interesting." Ruth sipped on her juice box.

Sandy smiled, washing her hands in the kitchen sink and preparing dinner.

"Twelve years ago to this day, Thomas Wayne was killed outside the Monarch Theater. In remembrance of him, we've gathered here at the theater with the young Bruce Wayne, Boy Billionaire over night."

Sandy rolled her eyes. "Ruthie, don't watch this crap. All they talk about is Bruce Wayne."

"Not all the time. They also talk about Joker." Ruth replied.

Dishes clanked in the sink, causing Sandy to break a mug, cutting her finger.

"Ruth. We don't talk about Joker, okay?" Sandy said through her teeth.

"Why not?" Ruth inquired.

"Because," Sandy rose her voice, then closed her eyes before calming down. "Because, I said so." Sandy spoke softly.

Ruth looked down at the floor. "I didn't mean to upset you, Mommy."

Sandy rubbed her temples in frustration. "I know, baby. I know."

The telephone rang on the kitchen counter. Sandy rushed over to get it.

"Hello?" Sandy answered.

"Hey, Dolly. We got ourselves another client. Do ya think you can meet us downtown at 5 o'clock?" A gruff voice said over the phone.

"I'll see, Rudy. Where is the meeting at?" Sandy turned towards her daughter, who was focused on the TV.

"Roxy's Cabaret. Our client also said he wanted to met Joker in person." Rudy explained.

"Well, he's gonna be surprised. Joker is still incarcerated, remember?" Sandy replied.

"Dolly, my hands are tied here. It was the only fib I could use to get him to see us. Anyway, do you wanna take the job or not?" Rudy said, impatiently.

"You haven't even told me the job, yet." Sandy scoffed.

"Look, I don't got time for this, Dolly. Just be here by 5 o'clock." Rudy hung up the phone.

"Who does that lowlife fucker think he is?" Sandy grumbled to herself.

As it was nearing 5, Sandy did her makeup in a small vanity mirror.

"Mommy, do you really have to go?" Ruth said, standing in the doorway of her mother's bedroom.

Sandy sighed, putting on a strapless dress. "Yes, sweetheart."

Ruth looked up at her mother, disappointed, but her lack of emotion on her face couldn't show it.

"Sugar, I know you're upset, but I swear I'll be home by 11. Please don't do what you did with the last babysitter." Sandy finished the rest of her clown like makeup.

Ruth still kept her disappointed eyes on Sandy.

She heard a knock on the door. "Could you get that, sweetheart?"

Ruth huffed nodding.

A tall blonde woman in her twenties appeared that the door. "Hiya! Is ya mommy home?" The woman smiled, cheerfully.

Ruth glared and nodded.

"Well, aren't ya gonna invite me in?" The woman asked.

"I don't like you." Ruth said, still glaring at the woman.

The women's cheerful demeanor disappeared completely. "Maybe I don't like you either."

Sandy headed towards the door. "Hi. Thank you so much for coming. I was worried that I was going to have to leave her alone." She sighed in relief.

The woman brought up her false happy demeanor again. "No problem. I'm Harley. Very nice to meet ya."

"Sandy. It's a pleasure. Emergency contacts are on the fridge. She needs to be in bed before 8." Sandy kneeled down to Ruth's level. "Promise me, you'll be good."

"I promise, Mommy." Ruth kissed her mother on her forehead.

"I love you. I'll be back." Sandy walked out the door, putting on her coat, heading to the elevator.

Ruth turned on the TV, turning up the news.

"Does ya mother always looks like a circus act or does she have some type of gig?" Harley asked, rummaging through the fridge.

Ruth didn't answer her eyes were glued to the TV.

"Breaking news: Just a few minutes ago all of Arkham's electricity turned off, then back on again, but 10 inmates were reported escaped from the facility, including the most infamous clown, Joker. One female inmate was also released from the scene, most known as Harleen Quinzel. The police have speculated that the two were working together, and helped each other escape. In further new-" Harley unplugged the TV.

Ruth looked up at her, confused.

"That's enough of that. You're mommy's gonna be quite surprised when she gets here. Mr J has been dying to see her again. It's a shame that she's had you, isn't it? Mr. J isn't gonna be so thrilled to see you up and about." Harley sneered.

Ruth turned towards her. "I hate you. You're mean."

Harley stuck her tongue out. "That makes two of us. Now, Mr. J told me to call him once I got her and I said I would so, beat it."

Ruth grabbed Harley by waist and tackled her to the ground.

"Get the hell off me, twerp." Harley yelled, throwing Ruth around.

Harley threw Ruth to the ground. "Now, listen here, you little shit. I told Joker I wouldn't hurt you, but I'm sure he'll make an exception." Harley pulled a small dagger out of her pocket. She hovered over Ruth, about to lay the knife on her.

A man in a red suit and clown makeup walked through the door. He pulled Harley off of Ruth.

"Mr. J, I'm sorry. She wasn't cooperating with me, so I did what I had to do." Harley said, feigning her innocence.

The man glared at her. "Leave, Harley."

"What?" Harley spoke quietly.

"I said, Leave. I don't need you anymore. I found what I've been looking for." The man said, looking over at the little girl who had no expression on her face.

"But, Mr. J, I thought we-" Harley was cut off by a laugh.

"We what? What did you possibly think we were? I told you our deal was simple. I helped you out of Arkham, then you were to help me find Sandy. You helped me, and I helped you. I've had enough of your services." The man turned over to Ruth.

Harley glared at Joker, then bolted out of the apartment.

Ruth got up and looked up at the man. "You're the Joker, aren't you?"

The man chuckled. "I wasn't always called Joker. My real name is Arthur."

"My name is Ruth." Her emerald eyes were the same as Arthur's as they stared at each other.

"That's a nice name. Who's your dad?" Arthur asked, kneeling down to her level.

"I never had a daddy. My mommy says that my daddy was a kind man, until he changed." Ruth looked away from him.

Arthur frowned. "I understand how you feel. I never knew my dad. My mother lied to me for all my life. Your mother taught me things I could never forget. Where is your mother now?"

"She's at work." Ruth yawned, rubbing her eyes.

Arthur smiled slightly. "Someone's tired." He picked Ruth up in his arms, and carried her to her bedroom.

"I like you, Joker, unlike the news." Ruth said, half asleep.

Arthur smiled, placing the small girl in her bed.

#joker x oc #joker x reader #joker arthur fleck #arthur fleck x oc #arthur fleck x reader #harley quinn

[staytiny-angel]

Inside/Out - One

Rating: E

Main Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Cassandra Lincoln (OC)

Side Pairing: Seth Rollins/Finn Balor

Warnings: (for entire story) Language, Homophobic slurs, Smut, Violence, nongraphic mentions of Stalking and Domestic Abuse.

Summary: Mechanic Dean Ambrose is about to be released from prison after serving three years for manslaughter after nearly beating Randy Orton, the Mayor's son to death after Orton attacked his ex-girlfriend, the daughter of the town's pastor Cassandra Lincoln. Having fallen in love with Cassandra himself over the last three years, Dean will stop at nothing to protect her from the still lingering threat of Randy Orton and the judgemental views of their small town.

Taglist: @evilangel84 @sugasfatgf @nerdlife0612 @wwevampireamongmen @riverdalehoeeeeeee @roman-hetfield

2 years, 363 days ago.

Dear Mr. Ambrose

I know I'm probably the last person you probably want to hear from but I just wanted to say thank you for helping me and that I'm sorry about what happened to you because you helped me. If it's all right with you I would like to be your friend.

Sincerely,

Cassandra Lincoln

2 years, 360 days ago.

Hey Cassandra,

Don't say sorry for that fucker Orton, wasn't your fault. I did what any good person should have done when I came across what was happening to you. Wouldn't mind the letters doll, can't stop you if you really wanna waste your time on me.

Dean

Present Day

"You will not go near that man when he gets released, Cassandra. He's nothing but trouble, look what happened last time. Your lucky our family's reputation wasn't irreparably tarnished by your selfish behavior."

Cassandra refrained from rolling her eyes at her stepfather's ranting but it was definitely a struggle.

"He saved my life and lost 3 years of his!" Cassandra said for what seemed like the millionth time.

Of course, he was once again lecturing her about Dean Ambrose. The mechanic was about to be released from the state prison after being paroled, only having served 3 years of the 5 he'd been sentenced to for manslaughter after he'd attacked the man who'd been stalking her.

"Why do you continue to tell this lie? Randy Orton is an upstanding member of this community and our church. I still don't understand why you broke up with him. That...hooligin attacked him for no reason and got what he deserved." Her stepfathers' ranting grew louder.

"Randy was cheating on me and he almost killed me because I broke up with him. He stalked me and messed with my car so he could get to me. If Dean hadn't shown up just when he did who knows what could have happened to me."

"Stop lying, Cassandra! Randy would never do those things and I don't know what that....trailer park trash has done to you to make you lie for him so insistently. That....that....man is lucky his younger brother is some kind of big-city lawyer. That's the only reason he didn't get longer. Only 5 years for nearly killing our mayor's son, what a travesty." Her father sneered

"I won't listen to this a moment longer. You don't believe me, you won't ever believe that Randy Orton is a psychopathic creep because Mayor Orton damns near paid for the new church by himself! Some father, some man of God you are!" Cassandra snatched up her purse and flew out of the house she still shared with her parents despite being 23 years old.

Throwing herself in the driver's seat of her car, she calmed down enough to start it and get out of there before her father could come after her.

Reaching for her blue tooth headset she called one of the few people she trusted in the small, judgmental town she was forced to call home, impatiently tapping her fingers on the steering wheel until he picked up

"Seth?" She said quietly when he answered. "Can I come to you and Finn's a few days earlier then we planned? I got into another fight with the Pastor about Dean and I can't be there right now."

"Your pretty much Dean's wife without the certificate that makes you our sister. We would never turn you away." Cassie didn't even want to think about how she would have gotten through the last 3 years of her life without Dean's brothers and Brother in Law.

Seth, Dean's youngest adopted brother was an amazing lawyer and he had tried to get Dean completely acquitted of the charges, citing that it was in defense of my life that he attacked Randy, but the most important piece of evidence in Dean's defense, the dash cam footage from Dean's tow truck had been mysteriously damaged and deemed inadmissible.

"I'll be there in a few. I just want to grab some things from the store."She told him as she headed into town proper.

"Just be careful, Cassie. Dean gets out tomorrow. I really don't need my big brother kicking my ass because something happened to his girl." Seth warned.

"I'll be fine, just a quick in and out at the grocers. I'll be there in less than an hour," she said before hanging up as she pulled into the parking lot of the store.

Walking in she made sure to get a few of Deans favorite snacks for when he got home. She couldn't wait to actually get to kiss and touch him. They had been 'dating' almost the entire time he'd been incarcerated. Ever since she had started sending him letters and been sneaking up to the prison to visit him. He was definitely rough around the edges and getting to know him had been difficult given their situation but she had persevered and now she knew the grumpy, seemingly standoffish man with a heart of gold was the one for her.

She knew her father would never approve of her being with Dean, he was absolutely nothing like the men that her stepfather had tried to guide her towards in the past.

Walking around a corner, her mind elsewhere she bumped into a tall figure "Look who it is." A deep voice said grabbing her arms.

Cassie jumped back at the scarily familiar voice and looked up at the menacingly brown eyes of her ex-boyfriend Randy Orton. "My wayward girlfriend. I heard Ambrose was about done being a prison bitch."

"I'm not your girlfriend anymore Orton. I'm Dean's fiancee. Why can't you just leave me alone? Haven't you and your father done enough to us?" She said quietly, willing her voice not to shake.

"Hey! You are not marrying that prison rat. Our fathers say you're marrying me and that's the way it's going to be." Randy said angrily. "You've had your bit of freedom, now its time to do as your told."

"This isn't the dark ages Randy, I'm not marrying anyone because my stepfather says so especially not an abusive piece of trash like you." She said fiercely.

"Keep thinking you have a choice sweetheart, you'll come to heel eventually" Randy sneered, reaching for her.

"How about you take a hike and leave my sister the hell alone, Orton?" said another deep, but infinitely more welcome voice.

Neither Cassie nor Randy had noticed Seth and Dean's oldest brother Roman walk up to them. The Samoan ex-special forces captain stepped between her and Randy, his huge frame completely blocking her from Randy's sight.

"Go on Orton, get out of here, I don't wanna have to hide your body after my brother kills you for fucking with his woman again," Roman said lowly.

"You and that fag brother of yours can't always be with her, Reigns." Orton sneered "and if Ambrose comes near me, he's going right back in his cage like the bitch he is."

Roman stepped forward to give Orton the ass whipping he was begging for when he felt a tiny hand on his back. "Don't Roman, he's not worth it. I just want him to go away for now." Cassie said quietly "Dean will be home tomorrow and I want everything to perfect, you taking his place in jail is in no way perfect."

"Listen to my woman Reigns. Just walk away." Randy said with a mean laugh as he finally backed up from them. "See you soon, doll"

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