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wh6res · 3 years

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dreams come true | yuta

"soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks." — ny

[ part of the my bloody valentine collection ]

tw. gore, blood, murder, death, killings, mentions of illegal organ trafficking, violence, mentions of stalking, minor character deaths, weapons (a knife and a gun), almost (??) suggestive content but nothing happened

disc. this is rlly fucked up and yuta is unredeemable. i dont condone such acts. this is all a work of fiction and meant to entertain.

wc. 5k

every time you sleep, the void is sickening. it was all you could see, lightyears and lightyears away of pitch black that made your head dizzy and your stomach dry heave. you've always wondered when you'll start dreaming about your soulmate's memories. they were like little secrets, another way for two people to be intimate without even being together. their days were flashing before their soulmate's eyes in the form of a dream. it's as if you spent the day with them!

you loved it, the whole concept of it. it sounded so wholesome and sweet and jesus fucking christ, you've always been such a hopeless romantic.

it was sweet until it turned sour. you loved it until you hated it. it was romantic until it turned downright terrifying.

you wake up covered in cold sweat, panting and gasping as if you've run a whole marathon.

moonlight seeps through your glass window, slightly left ajar for the midnight breeze to pass through – you walk up to it, pull it shut, and draw your thick curtains together. you exhaled, breath shaking as you tried to anchor yourself back to the ground.

with the only source of your light disappearing, darkness envelops you whole. for once, you craved the void. you want that void back if it meant never seeing something like that again – something straight out of your worst nightmare.

"119, what's your emergency?"

"uhm, i think… i think i just witnessed a massacre."

you reiterate everything you saw in the dream – the mahogany door, paint chipping off the drywalls. the doorknob was rusty, so were the hinges, and it made an ominous creak when pushed open. the light switches on, the first you see was a bunch of dirty ice coolers in what should've been the living room, it wasn't even the slightest bit organized. they were everywhere, and the floor looked grimy and disgusting, like there's a stain they can't seem to scrub off. only when your soulmate has stalked closer did you see the labels haphazardly taped on top of the ice coolers.

kidneys. livers. lungs. pancreas. intestines – you nearly vomited on the floor, trying to relay everything you saw to the operator on the other end of the call.

then came the gruesome parts.

their deaths.

they were five people in total. men clad in cheap t-shirts and pants, wearing all these similar leather jackets. some were well-built, ripped in the arms and thighs, but some were skinny, the jackets hanging on their small frames.

they never stood a chance against him.

your soulmate is agile, quick on his feet with outstanding eye-hand coordination. only equipped with a butcher's knife, but it was all he needed to take them down and send them knocking on inferno's gates. he was skilled, knowing when to pounce and where to slash his knife to maim but never to kill. by the time your soulmate was through with them, everything is bloody red. all the victims' eyes widened as they sputtered and choked on their blood – not dead, but dying...

because your soulmate wasn't done yet.

a killer should have a modus operandi, should they not? so he took out a desert eagle, stood before the bleeding bodies, and shot two bullets straight into their eyes. the finishing touch? carving a frown on their faces with his butcher's knife.

the operator only told you one thing after she's made you describe the place for them to track the crime scene down.

"double-check all your windows and doors."

because you couldn't be too sure, not when you have been granted a front seat to the sad face slayer's most recent endeavors.

the detective eyes you with a certain pity. maybe that's why you don't bother meeting his eyes. you sit still on a chair, camera blinking red behind him, the interrogation room is freezing even with the thick jacket you're wearing.

seven billion people in the world and you're soulmate's a ruthless serial killer who took it upon himself to purge the world of evildoers – he was playing god, no wonder the detective is looking at you like that.

"uhh…" he's awkward, fidgeting in his seat. "and you saw this all in a dream?"

"yes."

you've known him only minutes ago. mark lee was his name and he seems to be a subordinate of a higher, more experienced detective named kim doyoung. you don't know whether to feel offended or not for having a doe-eyed newbie taking care of the case, but you pushed it at the back of your mind, knowing his superior is watching on the other side of the two-way mirror.

"did you have, like, other past instances where you dreamt of him? of what he…" mark looked like he was going to throw up. "what he does to his other victims?"

you shook your head. no. "i've mostly just heard of him on the news. i don't think i have the stomach to find out in-depth what the killer does."

mark takes out a folder, features walking the fine white line between looking apologetic or wanting to say me too. "i'm, uhh, really sorry to hear that."

there's a sudden pregnant silence encapsulating the interrogation room. it felt like you were mourning for something, the chains of dread dragging your heart to the ground as it pounded against your ribcage. mark looked like he wanted to say something, but you swore his eyes darted towards the camera in the corner and decided otherwise.

"anyway…" he trails. flipping the folder open in one swift motion. "past sightings have given us the sad face slayer's name."

he slaps down a picture of a man, his hair raven and a permanent scowl etched on his face. the quality was shitty. it looked like it was a screenshot taken from zoomed-in cctv footage.

"nakamoto yuta, twenty-five, japanese, and has slipped one too many times past authorities that at this point, it's practically a talent."

and just like that, it made sense why you're here.

your lips pursed in contemplation, palms quaking as your fingers reach forward to inspect your soulmate's picture. "and… you want to use my soulmate connection –" you glowered. never had a sentence sounded so fucking cursed and utterly wrong. "– to catch him?"

mark can't look you in the eye. "yes. he's very elusive. his killings have been happening cross-country and, as you can see, have garnered national media attention. the police are hanging by a thread here. a month in his case and all we got is his MO, name, and that he has this weird god complex on him. if we can't catch him by the end of next month…" he shrugs. "the feds are going to interfere, sooner or later."

"so…" you trail, urging him to continue.

"so, we need as much information about him as we can get and your dreams about him will be able to provide that."

fucking great.

the much newer revelations of precisely who it was on the other end of the soulmate connection put a significant damper on your mood. you'd like to think your new little cop buddy who follows you around gives you the least bit sense of security, but alas, it doesn't. not when you've seen first hand how yuta took down five men all at once without breaking a fucking sweat – you absolutely refuse to call him your soulmate, you'd never accept a person with his nature as a soulmate.

you try to hide the bracelet mark handed you last two weeks ago, during your time spent in the precinct's interrogation room.

"please have this on you at all times until we catch him, okay? this is for extra measures, just in case something happens to the cop assigned to guard you. just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?"

considering you're now probably being hunted alive for snitching on a serial killer? mark lee, that was not funny at all.

"do you have to get inside the lecture with me?" you whine, shielding your face with your hair when you notice people shooting glances at the rather handsome cop they assigned to you. "it's not like he'll attack in broad daylight! and in a fucking classroom, for that matter."

jaehyun looks just about ready to hurl you out the window. "lower down your voice," he scolds. "serial killers don't pick a time and place, sweetheart. he kills when necessary and if it's fucking necessary to murder everyone in that classroom to get to you? he'll do it in a fucking heartbeat."

you sigh when the chair next to you screeches against the floor, the aforementioned male taking his seat right next to you. jaehyun felt more like a babysitter than a cop, who seems to have a habit of constantly inputting his not-even-needed opinions on the most superficial things.

are witness protection protocols like this?

it was a good thing that overgrown bat doesn't come hanging around in your apartment, but he does have the police car parked right across the building's entrance. judging by how meticulous and thorough he seems to be, he won't miss any face that comes in and out of the building.

you didn't forget exactly why you're under witness protection. for the cops to waste one good officer to follow you around, you needed to be valuable and being valuable meant sleeping through nightmare-induced dreams of what your soulmate does for a living. the scenes are so gruesome, so graphic and utterly gory, that you dart towards the bathroom first thing after waking up in cold sweat, draining all of dinner down the toilet bowl.

after dreaming of him in action a few times, you've now completely understood what detective lee had said regarding yuta's god complex. it was unsightly, yet there was a twisted sense of heroism to it. if there's one thing, he only gutted the bad guys – but that didn't make nakamoto yuta any less of a bad guy, himself.

i need to ask you a favor [sent 2:05am]

JJH: what? [received 2:10am]

often the nightmares were too much. too much that you thought of escaping its horrors by never getting a wink of sleep ever again – until you realized you're a witness and is probably the only chance for the seoul police department to catch that bastard.

buy me sleeping pills? [read 2:08am]

when you peep out of the window, you find an empty spot across the road where jaehyun usually parks the police car. twenty minutes later, you answer the knocking on your door. he used that little "code" he did for you to know it was him. jaehyun was glowering and muttering about how he wasn't some errand boy when he shoved the plastic bottle in your hand yet, you still thanked him nonetheless.

the pills worked like a charm. you managed to stay asleep throughout the whole night, ceasing those episodes of yours where you jolt awake in the middle of dreaming about the sad face slayer's memories.

life continued for you. it became a little bearable, but that didn't mean the horrific murders you see in your dreams are something you can get used to – you don't think you'll ever get used to the sight of him slashing his victims, the blood trickling like a goddamned waterfall.

today the dreams were different. anticlimactic, per se, if you compare it to the violence so utterly present in his memories.

the first you see were black gates, then it shifted to him ordering coffee in a café (amazing what a simple black mask can hide). it switched to him walking on a sidewalk, then he arrives at his destination, an apartment building – it wasn't too rundown, nor was it extravagant.

the serial killer takes the elevator and walks up to a mahogany door –

your room number is a blaring sight.

you couldn't be wrong, not when the 506 with the missing zero in the middle was a sight you saw every day, going and coming home from university.

that was your front door.

he was at your front door.

you jolt awake, ignoring the icky feel of sweat making your clothes cling onto your skin. ice creeps up your spine and freezes you over when you notice with a sinking realization.

those black gates are from the university you attended. that café is your favorite study nook. and that sidewalk is a route you take every day.

you clamp your hands on your mouth as tears roll down your cheeks in rivulets. you pull the comforters up above your head, fear gripping onto you with a vice-like grip as you sob.

it was in the dead of night, moonlight grazing the confines of your room and hours away from dusk. you finally utter those three words in a frightened whisper.

"he's stalking me."

as if having the overgrown bat jaehyun following and annoying you around wasn't enough, you now have another person keeping watch over you. mark lee, unlike jaehyun, may not be as ripped with muscle, but you heard from your cop buddy that the young detective has a few black belts under him. people at the precinct said that if they have to choose one person who can ever come close to the sad face slayer's agility, mark lee's your guy.

"you gotta be shitting me," you mutter, leaning close to jaehyun to whisper like high school girls talking about gossip. "he doesn't look the type!"

jaehyun, in turn, plays along and copies you. "yeah, true. he gets that a lot, i think,"

"guys, i'm literally in the back seat. i can hear everything."

the change hadn't been too drastic. at least mark was there when jaehyun proved to be difficult, pulling him towards the other way when the older male tried waltzing into your class again. "you don't need to sit next to her in her class! are you serious? there's one exit and entrance and we're on the fifth floor. breaking into that classroom will be the end of nakamoto's serial killer career!"

you shoot mark an appreciative smile, one he quickly returned before hauling jaehyun around the hallway. "we'll just be at the canteen, okay? press the 'lil button on your bracelet and we'll be right there!"

shaking your head with a slight smile on your face, you entered the classroom, sat in your usual spot, and did some of your readings from our other class to kill time. you hardly hear the screech of the chair next to you as it was pulled back. not like you cared much for whoever sat down next to you, but you can't deny there's that feeling of missing jaehyun when he used to force his way into the lecture.

"settle down! settle down, people!"

the professor enters and the class begins.

you were meticulous with your note-taking system. it's thorough, leaving no room for information to slip you. having already printed hard copies of the powerpoint presentation and simply jotting down some extra key points mentioned by your professor.

you were just about to raise your hand for a question when you feel something warm graze past your arm. you absentmindedly look down.

the breath is sucked right out of your lungs.

hi, soulmate

there, scribbled with an ominous red crayon on a small piece of paper. it was almost laughable how innocent it looked but when you follow the ring-clad hand, up the black hoodie he's wearing, and finally to his face—

"hi! i'm yuta."

his cheshire smile spikes up your heartbeat. it makes you want to throw up, makes you want to slam your head against the desk. the fight or flight hormone you have is making you restless, eyes pinned on the serial killer sitting next to you, scared that if you avert your gaze, he's going to take out that desert eagle and shoot you until your skull caves in and the bullets in his magazine empties.

"but judging by your reaction, i don't think introductions are needed, hm?" his tone is easy, conversational even and it shoots a freezing jolt of fear right up your spine. it makes you sweat profusely because you don't fucking know what to do, your thoughts in complete and utter disarray.

"just press the little button here and we'll be there before you can even finish shouting 'help!' – hey, i was just kidding! what's with the face?" you swallow, sneakily pressing the button without breaking eye contact with the serial killer sitting in front of you.

"look upfront. now." yuta orders and you nearly snap your neck as you turn your head with lightning speed.

"i thought i was above the soulmate rules, but here we are. my soul is either too tainted or too great to be tied to such trivial things, but oh well, we learn to work with what we have. surprisingly, i learned to like dreaming about how your day went."

you feel something sharp poking at your thigh and when you look down, he has a silver butterfly knife pointed against you. the precision of the angle he held it with doesn't slip your notice. one slice of that knife, no matter how small, and he'll be spilling your guts in this classroom.

a fat tear rolls down your face.

"can you imagine how much my heart broke when i learned you were spying on me? leaking information to that snobby detective? to those incompetent cops? bad baby, that was very bad of you."

"yuta—"

"you think the cops can save you from me?"

his other hand comes in contact with the nape of your neck, holding your head in place as he leaned down to invade your space. he scoffs, and you can picture that terrifying cheshire grin you've seen one too many times in your dreams.

the knife digs through your coat, the tip hardly poking your skin only because he doesn't want to drive it into you yet. how did he even manage to get inside the university? not to mention the weapons he possessed? shouldn't anyone be suspicious when they see a man dressed in all black, clad in jeans and a hoodie, into a university—

he even dressed the part. with that hood drawn up and carrying that one notebook, he looked fairly normal. someone who can easily blend in with the crowd.

you eye your professor, willing him to look at you but your soulmate is having none of that. you squirm when he drives the knife further, at the base of your stomach. with his other hand, he twirls a lock of hair around his finger. "now, now, soulmate. you don't want half the people here to get hurt, do you? unless... that can easily be arranged—"

"no!" you whisper, head jerking to the side to look at him humming in satisfaction. damn. out of all the faces he's seen contorted with fear, yours is his absolute favorite. with those pleading, glassy eyes and parted lips, yuta is tenting in his sweats.

"thought so," he chuckles. "let's get up. we're leaving. that old crook doesn't care if students just up and went in the middle of his lecture."

you don't want to think about how he even knew that because it implied attending the lectures a good amount of times. it's with sinking realization that jaehyun was right. if it weren't for him insisting to sit next to you, nakamoto yuta would've long gotten you in his claws.

you tried gathering your things until he purred into your ear.

"ah, ah, ah. you wouldn't be needing those with where we're going."

the hallways were empty, not that you had much time to scream for help when he had a knife pointed up your back, shoving you into the fire escape stairs. within the tranquil confines of the staircases, the sad face slayer couldn't fucking care less for your personal space.

he disgusts you greatly, he needn't do anything but stand there in front of you but you can already smell the long blood trail from his path. it reeks of rotting flesh and that infuriating god complex he had left a sour aftertaste.

"you know, i genuinely wanted to get to know you," yuta pouts, shaking the hoodie off his head. his hair raven, it's ends kissing the nape of his neck. he looked like he came right out of a shounen manga but the bloodlust in his eyes is something that can never be masked. "i detested the soulmate connection at first, i thought i should just kill you off because you could be my loose end."

his humorless smile is enough to give you nightmares.

"but seeing how sweetly normal and untainted you are made me hold back," the butterfly knife appears before your line of sight, yuta teasingly dragging the tip right down your cheek to trace your tears. "so, why did you snitch, baby?"

you shiver when he noses the side of your neck, inhaling your scent as his other hand hooks underneath your top, freezing fingers making you jolt. when you don't reply, his patience starts to dwindle. then again, he was never a patient man.

"answer me, you bitch. why did you rat me out?" gone is the playful lilt in his voice. the vibrations surge through you as his deep, demanding voice scares you shitless.

you feel, hear, and smell him everywhere. this wasn't like any nightmare. this is real, and you won't magically wake up on your bed, sighing in relief, knowing he isn't there, that it was all just in your head. no, this was very much real and there's absolutely no escape.

"i didn't," your voice cracks. "i didn't mean to—"

"bullshit!" he yells. you wail in pain when he slams you against the wall, head aching as it came in contact with concrete. "because of you betraying me, i nearly fucking got caught, and i never get caught!"

you were full out sobbing at this point, noisy and unsightly as the snot mixes with your tears. your only hope now is he gives you a quick, painless death and that he doesn't carve and mutilate your face like what he always does to his other poor victims. "i'm sorry! please... i'm so sorry. i was scared—"

he coos mockingly, tilting his head to the side as he inched his face closer. "aw, scared? my sweet little soulmate was scared?" he places the blade flat against your neck. as humiliating and degrading as it was, you almost peed on your clothes. "how about now? i'm sure as hell that you're fucking terrified for your useless life right now."

you cringe when his hand abandons the expanse of your stomach, no longer inching higher, finding its purchase on the hair sitting at the crown of your head. he holds you in place like that, forcing your head parallel against the wall, with his whole body pressing up to you that it's nearly suffocating.

"just one quick little slice," he taunts. you hiccuped when you feel the feathery light scrape of the blade moving against your skin. "you won't even have time to scream… but i'm sure we don't want that, do we?"

you forgot how to speak. forgot how to breathe. whenever your mind wanders, you've always thought about how you'll give this killer a piece of your mind, with the amount of fear and sorrow he inflicts upon other people. but you guess realities were a lot more different than expectations. the yuta you dreamed of meeting is in handcuffs, but fate is a fickle little thing.

"do we?" he repeats, slicing ever so slightly at your skin. enough to draw blood in droplets, never a waterfall.

"n – no."

he smiles. "you can make it up to me. do you want to make it up to me?"

the butterfly knife digs even further. a warning. and if you value your useless life, you should be smart enough to know what to answer. drawing a shaky breath, you tried forcing the ends of your lips up to a smile. "of course, yuta."

your voice breaks as your sobbing grips your body whole. the fear consuming your entire being like a parasite consuming the host. you would've shut down altogether if it weren't for the calloused hands gently gripping your face. "i know, i know. i see how regretful you are, baby. don't worry, i won't hurt you. you'll make it up to me."

anyone would be fucking stupid if you believe those words coming from a serial killer.

in your wrecked state, you barely register that he's pushing you down to your knees. skin coming in contact with the freezing linoleum floor as you refuse to look at what his hands are doing. yuta has pocketed his knife. the sound of a belt unbuckling in itself added insult to injury.

you stare blankly at his shoes as he shoves his bottoms down enough for his cock to show. if you squint hard enough, you'll see tiny splatters of blood in the shoelaces. whether or not he feels you're unresponsive, he doesn't show. maybe he doesn't care entirely. he takes one of your hands and used it to wrap around himself. he gasps, sharp, followed by a hiss.

you feel it throbbing and it strengthens the disgust you feel. no way you're going to give him the satisfaction of eye contact when you're already forced to blow this psycho.

"eyes up."

you sniffled, vulnerability present in the tone you speak. "i don't want to. please, don't make me."

if words alone aren't enough for you to follow orders, maybe you'll feel more motivated if held at gunpoint. it's unmistakable, the infamous desert eagle you've only seen in your nightmares. the last thing you ever expected is to be on the side where the bullet comes out.

the barrel is freezing as he digs it into the crown of your head. "soulmate or not. i don't shoot blanks."

your eyes looked up then. glaring as the tears rolled down your face. "you're a monster," you mutter under your breath. where you got the confidence to fight back is unknown.

"i've heard that before, be more creative next time," he holds your hair tight in one grip, shoving you forward, eye-level to his throbbing dick. "now… suck, baby."

"freeze!"

you knew that voice, you've been hearing it for the last two weeks. "jaehyun–!"

yuta cuts you off, shoving the gun into your mouth. the safety clicking off resonating in the tranquil room. it's deafening, and it makes you immobile.

"hands up. step away from the civilian." whether or not mark is nervous as he points the gun at the serial killer, he's doing a damn good job of hiding it.

yuta sighs, exasperated as he throws his head back. his raised arms came down to tuck himself back in his jeans, and the action made jaehyun's calm exterior crack. "i said, hands up, asshole!"

"chill out, motherfucker. i'm just trying to wear my pants." the serial killer hisses, glaring at jaehyun over his shoulder.

"mark, call back up already. what are you doing?" jaehyun mutters, side-eyeing the young detective whose gun shakes as he holds it up. the taller cop takes a step forward, eyes never leaving the notorious killer as he addresses you curtly. "(name), come here."

just as you plant your palms to the ground to push yourself up, one of yuta's hands shoves you down quick as lightning. "no. she stays here, with me."

jaehyun scowls, takes another step forward. "and what makes you think i'm going to let that happen?"

"i don't think. i know."

there's a constant ring in your ear as the gunshot temporarily renders you deaf. you've shut your eyes in utter fright, hands shooting up to cover your ears but it was too late. you refuse to open your eyes, you didn't want to see a dead body lying before you, even if it belonged to a heartless serial killer.

but when your eyes fluttered open, it's not yuta bleeding out on the ground.

"no, this can't be – jaehyun!"

it was a bullet straight to the head, no one could've survived a shot like that. his eyes are empty as he stares at you, unblinking, stoic. the color is yet to drown away from his milky complexion. but you can't even manipulate yourself into thinking that jaehyun's still alive. not when his eyes are empty, not when he just looks so lifeless.

it couldn't have been yuta who pulled the trigger.

his weapons were on the ground and the shot rang too fast. the sad face slayer couldn't have crouched down for his gun to shoot the cop, it would've taken too much time. and among the three men, there's only another person holding a weapon, and that was –

"great shot, mark."

the detective smiles, but with the blood splattered on his face, it looked cold. "told ya i've been practicing."

yuta hauls you up by the arms, addicted to how frail your body feels as it collapses against him. he's finally got his little soulmate in his arms. and he will never, ever let you go.

the cops lost – you've lost.

yuta, with a sense of victory coursing through his veins, took the liberty of trailing little pecks down your neck as he mutters, "mine, mine, mine!" but you couldn't care less about his display of mocked affection. not when the other person meant to protect you, turned out to be everything you think he wasn't.

mark must've felt the gravity of your stare as he crouches before jaehyun's bleeding body. grabbing the fallen cop's gun, he took it upon himself to empty the magazine. the lopsided grin he sends you broke your resolve more than yuta ever could.

"i'm sorry. it's nothing personal."

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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long days for bad people

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~6k

Being a prized, adored possession was far better than you thought it would be.

warnings: light daddy kink (no age play, just the name in mostly jest), spit kink, crying kink, degradation, brief descriptions of blood + violence, kidnapping (consensual?? read a/n), brat taming, light sadomasochism, mind break, praise kink

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here it is, mafia au, villain hawks, dom, brat tamer, soft(?!) hawks. what more could you want?

there’s briefly described kidnapping at the beginning of the fic but it is reiterated throughout that this is consensual! no yandere/stockholm stuff in this fic.

i’ve been working on this one for a while and i’m happy to finally share it. hope y’all enjoy!!

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You shouldn’t have fucked around with the League.

God, it was common knowledge in the parts of town and circles you inhabited. Of all criminal syndicates, mobs, to fuck with, the League wasn’t one of them. They were known for their complete cruelty and violent delights. The League had such a reputation due to the fact that they openly left bodies carved up and burnt as they pleased.

But, you were a fucking idiot and got involved anyways.

It was a small loan, Giran almost seemed to scoff when he gave you the cash. You and your almost-stranger of a roommate were just very late on some bills and were going to lose a lot of material items if you didn’t scrounge up at least two paychecks in about three days.

You swallowed your pride and took the first and easiest loan you could get. That just happened to be with gap-toothed, wide-grinning Giran of the League. He, you knew from what you’d heard, was somewhat fair in matters like yours.

You had two weeks to pay him back.

...

You didn’t make it in time.

You were close to the amount, notably. You scrounged and clawed your way into getting the cash back. You weren’t much of a pickpocket, but you snagged some odd jobs around the apartment building that you and your roommate were still fortunate enough to keep a room in.

After one particular job, a nasty carpentry gig that you weren’t qualified for, you returned home tired and worn.

Sure, you were a day late on payment. But with this last gig, you were so close. The League would have to pity two, stupid, stupid young girls?

They didn’t, you realized, as you stepped into your apartment.

Your roommate's slain corpse was laying over the arm of your cheap couch, eyes vacant and mouth dripping blood onto the old beige carpet.

You dropped to your knees, horrified and completely stunned.

“You should’ve known better,” it was a hum from across the room, from a figure you didn’t even know was in the room until then. “Really, you’d expect folks to be smarter.”

Your mouth dried as the figure moved from the nighttime shadows, flashing a dazzling smile and ruffling crimson wings.

Hawks.

You’d heard of him, everyone had. Terrifying, fast, precise, and cutthroat. He took orders and didn’t ask questions other than snark. He talked too much, fucked too much.

“W-wait,” You didn't know why you were pleading, but you had to try, right? “I’m so close, wait—”

Hawks sauntered up to you wielding one of his feather blades, the red of blood mixing with the filaments of his feathers.

He crouched down in front of you, tsking, “I don’t like begging, angel. I’ll make this quick for you. Your friend there?”

Hawks jerked his finger behind to your dead roommate.

“She fought, pleaded, begged, all that normal shit I don’t like hearing when shitheads like you two don’t make payday,” his voice was slow, talking about death like some casual thing. “I’ll make this nice and fast if you don’t run your mouth anymore, how about that?”

You swallowed, nodding.

The small percentage of your brain that was fully functioning figured dying quickly was a much better way to go than whatever the hell had happened to your roommate. There was far too much blood for that to be quick.

Hawks hummed, the tip of his feather blade tipping up your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. You vaguely heard the pitter-patter of your tears hitting the carpet below. Blood rushed in your ears as you stared death in the face.

Hawks appraised you.

You watched the metaphorical cogs and wheels turning in Hawks’ skull as he looked you up and down before flashing forward, gathering you in his arms and flying from the apartment.

Your first thought was obvious as you clung to him in the open air:

He’s going to drop you and kill you.

When you screamed, tears growing thicker, he slapped a gloved hand over your mouth, “I’m giving you an out, kid. Trust me. You’ll prefer this over death.”

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Your new existence was certainly better than death.

If you were ever caught and convicted of any of the illegal things you participated in, you’d be fucked, thrown into prison until you rotted, until you were just dust and bone.

But, until then, you worked for the League.

You had groveled at the feet of their leader, Shigaraki, hands clasped on your lap, claiming your worth, or maybe lack thereof. Not many attachments, not many people who’d miss you, a semi-useful quirk.

With a boot shoved into your skull, he sneered that you’d be the League’s new errand dog.

The real reason they accepted you was due to the threatening air Hawks was exuding and the fact that their old ‘errand bitch’ had died the week prior. They needed a new body to act as a civilian and do things that only an unsuspecting-looking ‘civilian’ could. You fit the bill, and Hawks had taken a liking to you.

Oddly, working for the League was actually pretty okay.

You got your own room. It was small, but you only had to share a bathroom with the somewhat unhinged Himiko, but she was fairly nice once she warmed up to you. Everyone lived in the League’s HQ and went about their business, getting drunk at their bar front each night.

Most of the mess happened at night, but it was important to put on a nice veneer and keep spirits high. Not to mention that no one would dared to fuck with the League, anyways. The cops and federal government had long been paid off due to the resources that the League had acquired for them.

You felt somewhat untouchable.

A lot of this confidence was due to the fact that you had become Hawks’s... Keigo’s...

‘Songbird’

As he liked to call you, anyway.

Keigo was the general, loveable annoyance of the League, but his connections were invaluable and his skills were unmatched. Despite how he could grate on people (read: Dabi and Shigaraki), he was respected and feared just as much as everyone else was, if not more so. And being his metaphorical and literal pet had its perks.

Sure, the first time he had you come to his ‘office’ and he fucked you against the window until it was smeared with cum and blood was a bit surprising, but god, if you didn’t fucking love it. Being Keigo’s personal fucktoy came with protection, pleasure, and a surprising amount of genuine attention. The dude was lonely, and so were you. The two of you made a good ‘couple’, if you could even call yourselves that. The sadism he doled out was always counterpointed by affections that did seem genuine.

Keigo was fond of you, and you of him. Maybe your brush with death had twisted something in your head, to even allow yourself to get close to a man like Keigo, but you couldn’t make yourself care.

You were comfortable and content.

...

[bird boss]: hey babe ;^) get to my office in the next thirty minutes

[you]: what if i don’t

[bird boss]: do u really want to find out

[you]: ...

[you]: im just curious

[bird boss]: don’t get cheeky songbird

[you]: u make me wanna u know

[you]: i know it gets you riled up

[bird boss]: tread lightly kid

[you]: oooo i gave you some guff over text

[you]: what’re you gonna do about it?

[bird boss]: use your imagination

[bird boss]: 25 minutes now, songbird

[bird boss]: don’t make this worse for yourself <3

You set your phone on your cheap duvet, quickly primped yourself to see Keigo. He wasn’t too strict about your appearance but wearing dark clothes and some of the more expensive gifts he’d gotten you over the months he’d been screwing you never hurt. Something about ownership with him always got him hot and bothered.

You tried to remind yourself frequently that Keigo saw you as some sort of possession, but a possession with feelings.

Meandering through HQ was always a bit daunting, despite your protections. Your skimpy outfit choice and hardly-hidden lingerie made you feel a bit more like an object than you liked too.

There were hardly hungry mouths around the League, they kept you all fed, but god, were there starving eyes.

Dabi wolf-whistled as you walked past him through a common room, shouting something about how Keigo was collecting his pound of flesh for the day. Maybe a line or two about being a whore, but that was all flavor at that point. Keigo called you far meaner, more sinful things. And hell, it wasn’t like Keigo hadn’t... shared you on more than one occasion.

Maybe you were a little fucked up for enjoying your lifestyle to the degree you did, but why not indulge where you could? Life was far shittier scraping paint off old fences and picking up cans to just scrape by.

Opulence was a breath of fresh air. And if you were Keigo’s fuck toy? Then, god, you were Keigo’s fuck toy.

When you arrived at Keigo’s office, you knocked gently on the door, quickly adjusting your skirt and blouse.

The door opened, though no one was behind it. Only a single one of Keigo’s feathers allowed you entrance.

His office seemed daunting and extravagant for a man who did most of his ‘work’ in far-shadier, far-bloodier places. The walls were covered in mirrors and old paintings, something out of vanity and pride, knowing how Keigo saw himself. There were several black leather couches scattered around against walls, some stained by your various... activities. There was a broad desk parallel to a back wall made entirely of windows.

Night had fallen, leaving the room lit by a few lamps and warm fixtures.

“Hey, boss,” You hummed as you stepped in, shutting the door behind you just before the lingering scarlet feather flicked the lock on the door.

And the other one.

And the deadbolt.

You swallowed thickly.

As much as you enjoyed a lot of the perks of your... position, it was also daunting.

Keigo was daunting, all bloody colors, vanity, and hunger.

He sat behind his desk, wings puffed up, and partially extended over the back of his chair. The desk chair was massive, specifically acquired so that you would have enough room to properly straddle his lap for hours on end if he so wished.

Keigo idly clicked around on his desktop computer. He leaned slack and back into the chair, legs spread wide and exuding casual confidence that reeked of his own ego.

Keigo normally wore a mix of black and red, as edgy as it was. He liked to seem clean, hide the stains of sanguine that undoubtedly lingered on him no matter how he tried to cleanse himself. His black slacks were pressed, the seams pristine. The black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows, the buttons of his red vest undone as well. His black tie hung half-undone and limp around his neck. His tousled gold hair was mussed as normal, ruffled by his flights. His feathers might’ve needed preening, but you doubted that that was the reason he called you to his office.

And based on the deep set of his brow and the sickly smile on his lips, he was already on edge and in a mood.

“Songbird, come over here, will you?” Keigo sat back from his typing, watching you from across the room. He took you in the same way a parched man sucks down red wine, greedily and soon to be fucked. “On my lap.”

You complied, despite your earlier attitude. You padded across the room, going around his desk.

As you moved to straddle his lap, worn hands gripped your waist. His amber eyes gave you a warning, crinkling at the edges, “Not like that, sweetheart. Do daddy right.”

Oh, so it was one of those moods.

Maybe you were Keigo’s sexual punching bag so he could exert control on something he could later kiss better and patch up.

Sure, he was going to fucking ruin you, but part of the fun with him was that the more it hurt, the nicer he was after. And, all things considered, with some of the... other folks the League brought in to satiate its member’s desires, you fared far better. Keigo cared about you, in his own particular way.

You tried to lean over his lap yourself, but his hands and feathers positioned you perfectly as he wanted. With the tight grip he had on your waist and shoulders, dragging you just as he liked, it was easy to see his need for control.

Your head hung off of one of his thighs as you squirmed in his lap. His bulge already pressed into your ribs, a wonderful reminder of the reward you’d reap later on. Keigo’s hands gathered your hand to the small of your back, a feather replacing their grip a moment later.

“Sit with me while I finish this shit,” Keigo grumbled, going back to clicking the desktop. His leg bobbed absentmindedly, his free hand rubbing over the curve of your barely-covered ass. “Be a good girl, (Y/N). If you can stand that.”

He laughed under his breath.

You let your head dangle limply downwards, blood rushing to your cheeks.

You’d thought you’d be in for more of an ass-kicking, but it appeared Keigo was taking things unusually slow. You knew better than to complain, but kicking up a bit of metaphorical sand couldn’t be that bad, right?

“I dunno,” You hummed, kicking your legs lightly. “I don’t think you like it when I’m a ‘good girl’, daddy.”

“Watch it.” A single, sharp smack to your butt was hardly enough to shut you up, but Keigo did so all the same, rubbing over the covered flesh a moment later, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Are you sure about that?” You wriggled, intentionally pushing up against his growing erection.

His breath stuttered, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. The hand on your ass didn’t rear again, rather Keigo kept thumbing smooth circles as he continued to click around on the computer. He might have been actually doing work. Or, he was ignoring you, egging your sass on.

“If you didn’t want anything, why’d you call me in here?” You asked, way too cheeky for the way Keigo’s body was practically vibrating underneath you. Pissing him off had consequences, of course, but you weren’t in the mood to play ‘good girl’ that day.

“I told you, I want you to sit with me,” Keigo pinched your ass. “But, you’re too mouthy to do just that one thing. You’re usually better than this.”

“Am I?” You played innocent, craning to give him a wide smile. “Hadn’t noticed. What I am noticing, is your already-hard cock, dear.”

“Oh, ‘dear’?!” Keigo paused on the computer. “Cheeky. Cute.”

Keigo would just dig in more, lean in, before ‘snapping’, if you could call it that.

You gulped as his hand swatted at upper thighs, his nails almost knicking your skin.

“Up and don’t get smart about it.”

Oh, you were going to be remarkably smart about it.

You rose but hardly stayed upright for long. Sliding down to your knees, you pushed at Keigo’s legs, “Wouldn’t you prefer me down here? Just for a treat while you finish your work?”

Keigo clicked his tongue, gaze flickering down to you, “Fine. Behave yourself.”

Yeah, right. You both knew that that wasn’t going to happen.

You were already tucked underneath his desk, undoing the fly of his pants.

You pulled his cock from his trousers, pumping his cock to full hardness. Smearing around preek for a bit of extra flare before inching forward.

Wrapping your mouth around Keigo’s dick was somewhat of a feat— he had a decent girth to him, so you usually took the opportunity to warm him (and yourself) up with a bit of tip-kissing and kitten licks.

But, you were feeling bold.

You spit on his dick, a move that normally would have earned you plenty of verbal snark, but anything Keigo could’ve said to you was swallowed as you took his cock down to the back of your throat.

You sucked around it, massaging the vein on the bottom with the flat of your tongue. Drool began to pool at the side of your lips as you let the head bump your throat, gag reflex be damned.

All the while, Keigo had stopped moving above you. The fabric of his trouser balled up in his ringed-fingers as he gazed half-lidded down at you.

You smiled around his dick, looking up at him innocently as you began to slowly bob your head. His wings fluttered, twitches and air stirring around you.

Keigo stifled a laugh, a hand tangling in your hair, “All that talk earlier and now you’re treating me to a blowjob without even me having to tell you to? Dove, you’re too much.”

You pulled off of him to reply, “I can only try.”

Before he could reply, you spit on his dick again, and went back to slurping around him.

You held the base of his cock in your hands, twisting and spreading spittle. It almost felt like your actions were for show, but Keigo’s eyes were rolling back in his head all the same.

You smirked.

A drool pool from your mouth, puddling in your lap and soaking your skirt. Not like you weren’t already dripping from the sinful sounds Keigo stopped trying to hold.

“A-ah, that’s it, angel,” Keigo fucked into your mouth with his hold on your hair. “Just like that.”

Your hand rose to play with Keigo’s balls, teasing at the sack as he cried out a high moan above you.

Considering the performance you were giving, it was unsurprising to feel him tensing above you. You’d been on your knees for him hundreds of times; you’d learned to see the little twitches and puffs of breath he’d give when he’d get close to coming.

You pulled off his cock with a pop, detangling the hand from your hair in the motion. It was all fast enough that Keigo couldn’t have stopped you in his hazy, pleasure-filled state.

Based on the look of rapid disbelief he was giving you, your trick had worked well. Knowing Keigo’s... tendencies made you hesitant to push him too much in the past, but for whatever reason, you were feeling stupidly bold.

Consequences.

“Sorry, daddy,” You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Didn’t feel like swallowing today.”

Keigo’s disheveled appearance was more than gratifying. Knowing how easily you made him come undone by that point was one of the perks of your position.

His hair was more than ruffled, strands and tufts chaotically curled around his cheeks and ears. There was a bright blush on his face, spreading from his nose to the apples of his cheeks, down his deck. At some point, he’d popped the buttons at the top of his shirt. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, half-panting and based on the darkness in his brow and the far-too peachy smile on his face, Keigo was fucking pissed.

His wings stood on end.

You gulped from below him.

Maybe you pushed your luck too far.

Maybe.

“You’re playing real cute today, aren’t you songbird?” Keigo didn’t move, but his feathers twitched above him, wings flaring out even farther. “Real fucking cute.”

You were fucked.

Good.

A few feathers flew from Keigo, one snagging at your wrist, wrapping around it, and pulling you up from the desk.

You wobbled as you stood, dragged across the room as Keigo leisurely followed behind you. When you tried to set your own pace, Keigo swatted your ass with a huff, “You never learn, huh? I thought I’d trained you better than this.”

You opened your mouth to spit some dickish retort, but you were cut off as Keigo’s shoved you onto one of the leather couches.

“Don’t.” Keigo’s tone was acidic as he stood over your, wings still flared out. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood for your cute bullshit, dove, and you still decided to test your luck, huh?”

You kneeled on the cushions, sucking down air, shaking with anticipation.

“You don’t feel like swallowing today? That’s fine, I can work with that,” Keigo shrugged easily from above you.

Keigo had an... active sexual imagination, and you could tell by the crook in his lips that he had something devilish planned as retribution.

A sharp slap came down on your cheek, Keigo catching the opposite jaw and keeping you from recoiling too far. You blinked as the pain spread around your skull like licking flames against a frostbitten body.

You wanted more.

A little grin stretched against your mouth as Keigo rubbed at your cheeks with his thumbs, “Aw, you always get so sweet like this, dove. You can be a good girl if you try, can’t you?”

His actions carried candor and his words absolute torment.

Despite how Keigo was trying to goad you into submission, you had a bit of spark left in you.

Plainly, you spit on him.

The glob of saliva landed on Keigo’s cheek, under his eye.

He blinked at you.

You continued to smile.

His own expression grew strained.

“Oh, songbird,” Keigo damn near lamented, wiping away the kind gift you’d given him. His voice was smooth without any bit of waver, all of the sexually-charged anger rolling just beneath the veneer. “You’re just being pain slut today, aren’t you?”

You were, absolutely. You could feel your arousal wetting your panties, the heat of the strike from your cheek beginning to boil something in your gut.

“You just need a bit of special attention today, right? That’s all.” Keigo tsked, fully removing the tie from around his neck. “You just need a little reminder.”

“Reminder of what?” You asked, tilting your head quizzically.

Keigo flipped you, feathers pushing and bracing you as needed while nimble hands tore off your clothes without reverie.

“Plenty of things, especially with this attitude you’ve got today,” Keigo’s tie looped around your wrists, binding them together at the center of your back.

“You definitely need a reminder of who’s the boss around here,” Keigo shoved you forward, stomach flush with the back of the couch.

You reeled from the pace of it all, shifting your knees for any bit of stimulation you could get. Keigo’s feathers were slicing and pulling your clothes from your body faster than you could keep track of. It was overwhelming, making your mind swim in the best possible way. You throbbed.

“Maybe a reminder about who fucking provides for you,” Keigo’s own clothes were shaken off, dropped to the floor and forgotten.

It was true. Keigo always made sure than you were taken care of, in more ways than one. Despite how fast-paced and laid back he could seem, he was always on top of making sure you had more than enough material and immaterial pleasure whether than be in the form of food, fucking, or otherwise.

You yelped as a smack fell across your ass. A feather caught the elastic of your panties, snapping a moment later, leaving you fully bare before him.

Keigo’s worn hand came to press at your throat and jaw, tilting your head back as he climbed behind you, “Maybe, you need a reminder about who keeps you safe.”

This phrase was softer than the others, a sweet kiss pressing to your cheek and his voice a bit more gentle. It was jarring at the skin still stung from his earlier strike, but you cherished the heat besides.

Once again, true. The folks in and outside of the League were greedy. There were plenty of unwanted souls that stole glances at Hawks’s prized songbird. There were starved eyes that tore into you whether you were dolled up for Keigo or not. There had been some... close calls, one could say, but Keigo always was there, in the end, unafraid to get his hands dirty.

“You know what the most important reminder is, dove?” Keigo rolled his hips against you, cock wedging between your thighs.

“N-no,” You stuttered, brain turning gooey as Keigo’s arms snaked around your waist, sharpened nails leaving indents in your hips.

He nosed at your neck, leaving a few love bites in his wake.“‘N-no’, what?”

“I don’t know,” You leaned back into Keigo’s chest, rubbing your thighs around his cock.

“Oh, songbird, you sweet thing,” He chuckled, all teasing and self-indulgent. “I’m the one who makes you feel good.”

He was so right, wasn’t he?

With the way he’d learned your body over the last few months, he’d had some undeniable pursuit to make you feel the best.

Keigo was inquisitive by nature. He had kept you on your back for hours while he finger-fucked you, watching every twitch and roll of your hips to figure out just the right ways to break you. He’d kissed and sucked and slapped every inch of you, sussing out the perfect ways to make you writhe and cry for him.

Sure, you were an absolute terror to him sometimes. Not to mention that Keigo jumping you covered in the blood of that day's targets was as macabre and horrifying as it sounded.

But, fuck, if he didn’t know how to bring you to ecstasy that fucking ruined you in the best way.

Keigo got off on watching you shatter for him. It was the reason he’d torn you from that cheap, bloodied apartment in the first place. A kind, naive little morsel that he could play with as he wanted. You didn’t complain. Fuck, you reveled in his attention. You gave it back to him, like the fucked up, semi-divine being could be any more debauched than he already was.

Corruption spreads, but you’d never complain. If being plucked from struggling for pennies to being fucked stupid by a man who could kill you at a moments notice, a man who would kill for you, somehow poisoned you?

You’d die with a bitter taste on your tongue and a smile on your face.

Keigo rubbed at your clit, nipping at your neck, and rolled his hips greedily. His cock was covered in a mix of your slick and his own preek, easily sliding between plushness of your thighs.

“You love pushing me, acting all tough,” Keigo chastised, clicking his tongue. “I mean it when I say it's cute.”

You don’t have any more quick retorts in you, not when his fingers are down your throat, gagging you as spittle dribbles down your chin onto the leather below. It was sure to leave a mark.

“Behind all that bark and snark, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you?” Keigo punctuated his words with a bite and nip to your neck. “Just needed a reminder, right, dove?”

You whimpered against his fingers at the praise, grinding against Keigo’s touch needily.

His fingers pushed pinched your tongue, breath curling over the shell of your ear, “What are you?”

You mumbled against his fingers, “A g-good g-girl.”

It was humiliating in the best way. Keigo’s light laugh at your attempt. The way he nuzzled his nose into the sweat at the crook of your shoulder was just aloe on the burn.

“I misspoke, if you can believe that,” Keigo’s cock pulled out from your thighs. “Songbird, you know what I meant to call you?”

You squirmed at the loss, but he was quick to hush you. His fingers left your mouth with a thick trail of spit.

“You’re my good girl.”

You melted in his arms.

Falling back against Keigo’s chest, you craned your neck to lock your lips to his.

Maybe that was it, why all the filth didn’t bother you. Because you had worth. Maybe it was insecurity, or maybe it was self-aware in the face of your lived experience. Before being taken, the life you’d lived made you just a rusty cog in a dying machine. You wouldn’t have amounted to anything, probably.

But with the League?

You were the prized, beloved consort of an angry god.

Keigo owned you, body, mind and soul, and you let him. That’s not even to mention how you had him wrapped around your finger. He adored you, under all of it.

Fighting with him was for sport, not blood.

Keigo licked past your lips, pressing his cock to your cunt teasingly. You whined against him, wriggling in his arms.

“What does my good girl want?” Keigo loved making you beg for him, claw for any bit of stimulation. He liked it even better when you were already soft for him.

Stray tears pricked at your eyes, “Y-your cock.”

He pinched the meat of your thigh, shaking his head, “Not good enough. Speak properly, dove. Clear and correctly.”

You swallowed, searching for the words in your own haze.

Your words were willed to be solid.

“I want your cock, daddy.”

It was just enough.

Keigo pushed forward, the head of his cock already stretching your cunt. Consider the girth of it, the lack of preparation stung and burned more than you would’ve liked, as good as it felt to finally be filled.

Keigo cooed at your soft tears, keeping your face to his with a firm hand on your jaw. He shushed you, far too sweetly while licking the salt from your cheeks, “Relax, angel. Big breaths.”

You nodded, sputtering as he speared into you. Keigo’s free hand went back to toying with your clit, encouraging the tension to drain from your body.

As he bottomed out, you shuddered, falling back into his chest. Keigo’s wings fluttered, twitching in wait. Hot breath fanned over your face, Keigo groaning and locking his jaw.

The stimulation was overwhelming. You had expected Keigo to be meaner, considering how mouthy you’d been.

Yet, it made sense. Keigo had figured out one of the better ways to make you break was softness.

(Truthfully, it made him crack in the same way, but he’d never tell.)

“Feel that?” He asked, just barely rolling his hips.

Keigo released your jaw in favor of wrapping a hand around the front of your throat, tugging you as close he could manage.

“Uh-huh,” You panted.

You could, the kiss of his cock head against your cervix was almost uncomfortable. The delicious pressure and sensitivity already had you reeling in his arms, unsteady and wanting.

“I fill you up so good, don’t I?” Keigo praised his own ego, his cock, but he wasn’t wrong. The curve of his cock rubbed against all the right spots. He stretched you just right, the burn ebbing away into a need for more, more—

“Please, Keigo—” You gasped. Your legs shook as Keigo slammed into you, shoving you forward and into the wall.

His pace was brutal. Hands and feathers kept your back in a harsh arch as he rearranged your insides to his liking. He was kind enough to keep stroking at your clit, bruising your hips and babbling filthy nothings.

“I’m the one who makes you feel this good, only me, right, dove?” Keigo growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.

You nodded against the wall, aware of the drool slipping down your chin as your mouth lolled open. Your insides were hot like white flames, searing any ability to use coherent speech.

Keigo snickered at your state. Slowing, he gripped your ass cheeks. You yelped, inside jumping as he pried them apart. You flinched, hole twitching as he spat down, the liquid cool against the flushed skin.

It was little moves like that, Keigo just subtly making your shudder and feel dirty that got you the most fucked up and fucked out.

You pressed back on his cock, panting against the wall and keening. You would’ve spoke, if you could, but anything that you had the ability to say would’ve been torn apart by Keigo’s sharpened, silver tongue.

“My filthy little dove, huh?” Keigo sneered, watching you try to bounce on his cock the best you could. “Such a glutton when you get broken down like this, needy whore.”

The pleasure of Keigo’s cock tearing up your insides was all you could focus on through the fog of your mind, desperate and wanting and greedy.

“Y-your,” You corrected, the words bubbling from your lips, disjointed and messy. “Yours.”

Keigo may have been avian, but he purred like a damn cat at your admission. He held you like a possession, cock throbbing as he fucked you just right.

“God, you’re sweet, angel,” He nipped at your jaw before wrapping his hand around your throat. “Even all fucked up, you know who you belong to so well, don’t you?”

You nodded, rolling your hips back.

Keigo must’ve taken pity on you, squeezing at the sides of your neck. Cruel as he could be, he must’ve noticed the way your thighs and knees trembled against the leather. Keigo knew the cloud in your eyes well— how to get you hazy and how to fuck you perfectly through the fog.

He fucked back into your dripping cunt, pace harder and faster than before. You were helpless to do anything other than fall forward into the wall, cheek squished against the scarlet.

“Who’s brat are you?” Keigo squeezed a bit harder at your neck as you swallowed against his palm.

“Y-yours—!” You squeaked out, mind going numb from the stimulation and pressure.

A wicked sneer curled against your ear as Keigo’s movements grew sloppier. His tongue lolled over your shoulder, messy kisses and slobbery bites and marks left in his wake. He was close, but you weren’t far off easier.

“Little bird,” It was sweeter, closer and hotter. “Can you come for me? Come all over my cock?”

You nodded.

“Not good enough.” Keigo bit down, nearly breaking the fragile skin of your neck. “You know I like words, angel.”

You gave him words, plenty of them.

Nearly incoherent pleads and cries poured from your bruised lips as Keigo pounded into you. Each blabbering wail was met with Keigo groans and grunts, condescending little phrases spitting over you without release.

Your lack of leverage and use of your arms made you thumping against the couch and wall, vision darkening on the edges as the pressure in your gut and the hold on your throat remained.

You were breaking in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held yourself from cresting. The exertion of it all was taking its toll, legs jellied and chest beading with sweat.

Keigo sensed it, shifting his hips to hit the spongy spot in your cunt, “Come, dove.”

You let go.

A sob shattered in your throat as your climax crashed through you. Keigo released your throat, holding you by your bound arms as he bottomed out. His own harsh cry panged against yours as he stuffed you full.

Surprisingly gently, he rocked his hips against your own, letting the ambient throb of your cunt milk him dry.

You came down, rolling and spinning as you sucked down air a bit too fast. Keigo panted behind you, though the sound seemed dull.

The pressure from your wrists released, soft thumbs rubbing at where the fabric had bitten into your forearms, “Hey, angel, you with me?”

You could only nod weakly, exhaustion and aches creeping in.

Keigo repositioned the two of you, setting himself against the arm of the couch, wings up free to drape and splay over the floor. He dragged you with him, pulling you to lay on his chest. The stickiness of his spunk, your slick, and general sweatiness might’ve been uncomfortable, but you weren’t quite lucid enough to care.

“How are you feeling? Still feeling a little mouthy?” Keigo teased, already knowing your answer.

You muffled a groan against his chest, shaking your head against the sweat of his chest.

“Awww,” Keigo chuckled, fingers brushing over your cheeks, “Is my dove a little fucked out?”

“Keeeigo, b-be nice.”

Your voice broke, parched.

Keigo snorted, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, “I guess I can manage that. Just for you, though. Can’t let the others see me get all soft.”

You wouldn’t; seeing Keigo warm and gooey, both of you mutually fucked-out, was a pleasure only you got to indulge in. And you loved every moment of it.

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please drop the essay length analysis Judas and Jesus (extra gay Swedish edition), O great and knowledgeable monarch of our times

alright, you ask i deliver! please excuse any typos, my eyes aren't exactly working rn

welcome to my probably super subjective but correct analysis, aka

Judas Was Right and Jesus Was A Victim (At Least, In Swedish)

Before we get started, a couple points: i’ll try to avoid comparisons to other specific productions, i’ve only seen the other recorded 2012 british version which i didn’t like for reasons including but not limited to the amount of white people with dreadlocks. Also, my understanding of swedish is limited to a couple words and phrases, so most of the lyrics i reference will be english subtitles from Ola Salo’s swedish translation and therefore might not be the most accurate !

There’s so much i could cover in this, but for now i’m going to focus on how jesus and judas are portrayed in the 2014 swedish arena tour of Jesus Christ Superstar (JCS) starring Ola Salo as Jesus and Peter Johansson as Judas, along with how this production more implicitly views god.

From the opening number, translated into swedish as En Dimmig Himmelsdröm (A Foggy Heaven’s Dream), Peter Johansson’s acting and semantic differences in the lyrics present us with a deeply sympathetic portrayal of Judas. Looking purely at language, the english equivalent Heaven On Their Minds instantly paints Judas as much more of a faithless doubter- lyrics exclusive to the english version like “all your followers have gone blind / too much heaven on their minds” and “they think you’re the new messiah / and they’ll hurt you when they find they’re wrong” strongly enforce Judas’ main motivation for his actions being that he has less belief in Jesus and God’s plan than any of the other disciples with strong statements judging the other disciples for following him and claiming that Jesus ISN’T the messiah. The swedish translation doesn’t paint exactly the same picture- the focus of Judas’ number becomes his fear for Jesus’ wellbeing, not because he isn’t the messiah (the production remains fairly ambiguous on this point), but because Jesus can’t cope. The root of Judas’ concern comes from fear for Jesus’ wellbeing, and the disciples are referenced as regularly misunderstanding and wilfully twisting Jesus’ words. The swedish equivalent lyrics for the above examples are “they say, “jesus is god’s son” / but you know how people can change” (judas isn’t concerned with truth, just the danger that jesus will be in if the tide turns), and “the kingdom of heaven is within us, that’s what you said / bu they sew it, stitch by stich into some kind of foggy heaven’s dream”. Judas is showing that he HAS been listening and cares for Jesus’ teachings, but ‘they’ [his disciples] are turning them into something else entirely, and Judas’ worries that the support of the masses is fragile at best- the lines “and everything you say gets twisted by your lackeys / it will be anything but what you’ve said” and “you are being used by people who want you in their battle” reinforces this again. When combined with Peter Johansson’s tough but tender performance, in which he dances between disdain for Jesus, the institution, and affection for Jesus, the man (an important distinction), Judas is the harsh realist doing his best to look out for the man he loves. The way he takes Jesus hands and looks at him with love and urgency straight away establishes that his motivations are pure- Judas is doing what he thinks is best, even though it feels like no one will listen to him.

That was long, but En Dimmig Himmelsdröm is the perfect character introduction for Judas. He’s not totally unrecognisable, still delivering digs about ‘Jesus, the little carpenter’s son’, his manner is still rough and at this point we’re not sure whether or not the claims he makes about the disciples have any truth to them, BUT we can also see how much Jesus means to him, an important point that give context to the intensity of their future arguments and really makes the whole story much more heartbreaking.

This brings me to Ola Salo’s Jesus. Delightfully camp and queercoded, Judas describes him as being caught up in his own magic and mystery and buckling under the pressure, and he’s not entirely wrong. Throughout the first act, Jesus basks in the luxuries that being messiah can give him (the oils Mary paid for using disciple funds that were supposed to go towards helping the poor, him absolutely thriving in the shopping cart in What’s the Buzz?), and is shown actively avoiding any reminders of the seriousness of his position. He’s sick of the disciples asking him for a plan, he chooses the comforting Mary, who’s theme consists of telling Jesus everything is okay and he doesn’t need to think about anything, over Judas, who is less perhaps ‘cosy’ but is actively trying to warn and protect Jesus from an awful fate. During The Temple, he starts to crack as he’s overcome by the followers begging him to make him well, fear in his eyes as he raises his arms while frozen on the spot trying to avoid being devoured by the frenzy in desperate need of a messiah. Judas’ point about Jesus buckling under the pressure is starting to look more and more reasonable, and the dashes of showbiz campness add to the sense that much of Jesus is a persona constructed for the masses to give himself enough distance to prevent him from being crushed by the weight of God entirely. Jesus, the institution, prances around, lays his hands on his followers, and projects an air of easygoing calm. Jesus, the man, is scared and alone, and Jesus, the man, really comes out in Last Supper, but before we get there, I want to circle back to the Jesus/Mary/Judas thing.

Jesus, Mary, and Judas are presented as a love triangle: so much so, that Judas seeing Mary sing of her love for Jesus (I Don’t Know How To Love Him) is actually played as the inciting incident that sends him to the pharisees. Judas, the picture of the jealous lover, storms onto the scene, breaking them up and attempting to kiss Jesus, who instead shoves him to the ground in disdain. Judas, who is perhaps a little controlling, realises that any influence he had over Jesus has gone, and it’s likely a combination of jealousy and the knowledge that Jesus won’t stop that prompts him to head to the pharisees. In his meeting with the pharisees (known in english as Damned For All Time, although that phrase doesn’t appear once in the swedish), Judas’ expresses outright that “I’m the one who sees / Jesus, he can’t handle it anymore” “the truth is that this hysteria is making him lose control”, once he can get past explaining how much this plan of action feels like a last resort. He never even verbally or physically accept the pharisees’ offer of money, he denies it twice before it is eventually thrown over him after he reluctantly gives them the date and time to find Jesus- we never even see him pick it up, unlike other productions which show Judas grabbing for the cash and place a higher emphasis on Judas making sure he ‘won’t be damned for all time’, painting Judas as far more self serving. When it comes to Jesus, Judas is active- he’s running around trying to help, caressing him, embracing him, grabbing his hand, kissing him. They share countless moment of intimacy, especially at the start, establishing the fondness between them instead of instantly jumping to their conflict. When it comes to Mary (and admittedly, this is partially because she’s a secondary character- don’t get me wrong I still love her and Gunilla Backman does a brilliant job), she’s much more passive. Other than the much more gentle kisses in I Don’t Know How To Love Him and her penchant for dabbing Jesus’ forehead, she’s mostly just ‘there’. She cares for Jesus after the fact, and even when performing acts of intimacy like the oil and the kiss, she maintains a lot of physical distance- her songs touch on this as, much like Jesus (admittedly for different reasons), she actively distances herself from feelings to protect herself, so naturally she literally places distance between herself and the object of her love.

This brings me back to Last Supper, Gethsemane ( I Only Want to Say), and the kiss of death that broke all of our hearts. Throughout this segment, this is when Jesus, the man, really comes through, and it’s devastating. In Last Supper, he properly expresses the sheer amount of loneliness he feels, reiterating how he feels everyone will forget about him once he’s gone, and doesn’t really care about him as a man (”for you, my blood is not worth more than wine / for you, my body is not worth more than bread” “you will have forgotten me as soon as i give up my life”). This devolves into the disciples fighting each other and, you guessed it, ignoring him. For the first time, Jesus meaningfully lets out his anger, and as it turns to Judas, Judas does the same. Because of the set up of their complicated romantic relationship and the stakes involved, the amount of personal attacks and anger that comes out of Jesus and Judas’ repeated fights (which get physical) make complete sense- Jesus’ frustrations come from the fact that his entire fate has been predetermined and to him, Judas is just another instrument in the ways he’s been controlled (both with Judas being his betrayer, but also the way that Judas’ constant advice and interference with Jesus’ life (most obviously, the mary thing) are acted by Ola Salo as becoming increasingly frustrating to Jesus)- these frustrations are directed at their real cause, God, in Gethsemane. Judas’ frustrations come from the fact that no matter how hard he tries to help Jesus and keep him safe, Jesus keeps rejecting his efforts resulting in “all that we’ve built up [being] destroyed”- Judas’ heart hasn’t just been broken by Jesus rejecting him romantically, but on every level. Here, he’s actually shown to be the disciple most passionate about helping people practically and long term, being the only one concerned about Mary taking money which was supposed to help people, manipulated by the pharisees with the promise of doing good for the masses, and criticising Jesus for how they could be doing so much for people, ending his part of Last Supper with “every time i look at you i ask myself why you let all your things go so wrong? / all i ever wanted was to help you”.

This is also the point where Judas’ claims about the disciples are essentially confirmed, and this productions intent to portray Judas as more of a tragic hero become absolutely clear. In the english version, the disciples chorus remains virtually the same each time it appears, generally being far too calm considering their leader is about to die, revealing their aspirations to be apostles, and their intent to write the gospels to be remembered. the swedish translation still achieve this, but with variations from chorus to chorus it becomes much more poignant. i’m just going to stick to ttwo, which are choruses 1 and 3. In chorus 1, lines roughly translate to “i’ve always wanted to be an apostle / life is so nice when you’re saved/ then when we’ve got time we’ll write the gospels / then everything will be the way we want”- the apostles declaring that life is so good when you’re saved supports Judas’ opening statement that they care more about some idea of heaven than anything else, not to mention ignoring the absolute horrors that Jesus will have to go through to be saved, while the final line about the gospels introduces their intent to change whichever details they need to make ‘everything the way we want’: once again, exactly what Judas warned us of in En Dimmig Himmelsdröm. In chorus 3, taking place after Judas storms out for the last time, these lines change to “never really liked that judas / never saw what jesus saw in him / then, when we’ve got time we’ll write the gospels / and we’ll angle it so he gets all the blame”. Judas as a sympathetic character is confirmed here, as the disciples straight up admit how they don’t like Judas anyways and intend to write him as a villain (also inadvertently admitting that, since they have to write the gospels to make it look like only Judas’ fault, Judas isn’t really the sole one responsible for everything that is to come). It’s deeply unsettling, and for me was the point where I really began to question how good any of these disciples were, and by extension, how good is this production’s God if his truly sanctified followers are acting like this?

Jesus vents out all of his anger and desperation in Gethsemane. He acknowledges his own powerlessness and begs him to change the plan, but with the dark stage and no response (along with Ola Salo’s spectacular acting) it becomes clear that if anyone is there, they’re certainly not listening (”you, who have all the power / can you please change the plan / for i can already feel the pain burning in me”). It’s worth mentioning that a lot of the imagery in this swedish version is much more intense than the english, both in this song and the production as a whole. Jesus plainly calls god “thoughtless”, begging to understand, and it’s that this point we realise that he agrees with much more of what Judas has been saying than he’s been letting on- Jesus’ faith appears to be the only thing keeping him from listening to Judas and running away. Judas’ messages about people misunderstanding Jesus’ words also come out (”you care that everyone sees / but not that anyone understands”), and his eventual agreeing to die is played less as an inspiring act of faith, and more an act of desperation as he realises, he realise has no other choice. In this song, we see just how much of Judas Jesus has valued and taken on board, and that his air of carefree aloofness which frustrated Judas was, as we’ve already touched on, a complete act. The line “might as well finish what i’ve... what YOU’VE started” is absolutely miserable, reinforcing one of the major themes of this production: the idea that Jesus and Judas were both just ordinary men tormented by futures defined by forces out of their control. Just as Jesus has absorbed Judas’ logic, as an audience so we have, and it’s difficult to view the rest of the play’s events as anything other than an immense and unnecessary act of cruelty.

we’re almost done i promise!

Even knowing what Judas has/will do, Jesus still greets him with love. Judas, still under the impression that Jesus will be okay and that he’s doing what’s best, approaches him with the utmost tenderness, and the kiss is a beautiful signifier of two things. For Jesus, the return of his love for Judas shows his realisation in Gethsemane that Judas isn’t the one who’s sealed his fate and has only being trying to help, it’s god himself who has decided Jesus’ future. For Judas, the kiss shows that despite all of the anger and frustration that has been pouring out of him, he truly does love Jesus, and the way he cradles the scared and alone Jesus to his chest afterwards shows just how much he wishes he could be the one to help him and keep him close. Even with all their arguments and dysfunction, here Jesus and Judas find comfort in each other, and it almost seems like everything will end up alright. It’s in this moment that Judas and Jesus are most identifiable not as enemies, or as villain and hero, but as archetypal lovers from a Shakespearean tragedy. Neither of them set out to hurt each other, but through miscommunications, their own flaws, and external forces (both natural and supernatural), their love is simply never to be. Furthermore, in the following torture and spectacle, everything that Judas predicted for Jesus is about to come true. Another detail I find interesting is the way that Jesus and Judas both sport black nail polish, leather pants, and similar length hair: along with just looking cool as hell, the similarities really reinforce how close they are and how much they influence each other- it feels like a contemporary version of carrying a cameo or a lock of your lover's hair with you, a way for 'star crossed lovers' to keep a piece of their beloved no matter what.

The disaffected persona of Jesus, the institution, comes back as he’s taken by the authorities and subsequently insulted, degraded, and whipped. Also the swedish version of The Arrest, when the chorus starts singing questions, contains this dick joke and I think we all deserve it: “why were you dating a whore? / talk about a huge magic wand!”

Skipping forward to Judas’ Death, this is where both his character and the production’s conception of god beautifully (and miserably) align. When Judas runs to the pharisees, minor semantic changes (along with the genuine concern and great acting from Peter Johansson) reinforce that this Judas genuinely didn’t know that Jesus would be beaten and sentenced to death the way he has been, and Judas’ concern regarding how things look is played less as ‘oh no people will hate ME!’, but how having sentenced the man you love to death is one nightmarish thing, but for everyone to think you did it knowingly and willingly and then congratulate you for it is unthinkable. Where the english shows Judas’ attempting to evade responsibility for Jesus death, the swedish is more focused on Judas’ guilt, horror, and regret. The english “I’d save him all the suffering if I could / don’t believe our good / save him if I could” is swapped in swedish for “If anyone should die here I should / don’t say I’m good / better if I died”. While the english statements are somewhat empty (sure, Judas says he’d save Jesus’ suffering if he could, but he can’t so we’ll never truly know) and are still focused on Judas’ attempt to construct himself as a good guy, the swedish translation has Judas admit his guilt (even if it’s not really his fault), and make the promise of “better if i died” which, given the name of this sequence, he later delivers on. When english Judas sings “Christ, I’d sell out the nation / For I have been saddled with the murder of you”, swedish Judas sings “Jesus, I’ve been deceived / because of my act your blood’s now being spilt”, and instead of ending this first section with “I should be dragged through the slime and the mud”, swedish jesus returns to the theme of character assasination with “i will be cursed as the one behind your murder”.

The swedish translation of the next rework of I Don’t Know How to Love Him also places much more emphasis on Judas’ genuine romantic love for Jesus- we’d be here for hours if i listed everything but here are a few key contrasts. The english has Judas sing “I don’t know how to love him / I don’t know why he moves me”, whereas the swedish has Judas crying while singing “how do I show my love / all I want is to be close to you”. Along with acknowledging Judas already loves Jesus, the entirety of this segment is shifted from Judas singing about Jesus in the third person ‘he’, to a direct address. Judas isn’t performing his sadness, or venting his emotions, he’s emitting one last desperate cry to the man he loves as he sobs on a stage completely shrouded in darkness, and it’s devastating. Peter Johansson lets his voice run raw as he’s belting, and interrupts lines with sobs, and this Judas answers the question of “do you love me too? do you care for me?” with a quiet “no”- Judas is about to go to his death convinced Jesus must hate him, just as Jesus will face his knowing his love inadvertently put him there.

We finally reach Judas’ actual death, and the production’s far more ambiguous (if not negatively geared) depiction of god comes to a head. Judas’ screaming at god the moment he realises that his god essentially forced Judas to be the one to kill Jesus (an act of ultimate cruelty given their love) comes across as horrifying in it’s validity, unlike in other english language productions where it follows the more common characterisation of Judas being an unbeliever who can’t take responsibility for his own actions. When he spits on the ground, screaming “you have murdered me!”, we can’t help but agree- Judas was trying everything he could to stop Jesus from dying, and yet here he is. Most notably, Judas doesn’t set up his own suicide- a noose literally descends from the heavens, already tied, and Judas is literally trapped between the edge of the stage, and the symbol of death behind him. Much like he didn’t choose to kill Jesus, Judas has no choice in his own suicide- it’s suggested to merely be another part of the plan god has for him, and Judas raising his arms to form a crucifixion pose before he finally turns and jumps, disappearing into the depths of the theatre as the rope trails down (somewhat evocative of a leap to hell), highlight the sick joke. Much like Jesus begging in Gethsemane, a plea with god that in anyway implies fault or cruelty is met with silence followed by a death sentence.

When Judas reappears to the broken and bloodied Jesus in Superstar, he appears as more of a twisted hallucination than the literal spirit of Judas. He’s the opposite of everything he was in life, draped in colour, surrounded by red lighting instead of the signature blue, his hair quite literally let down, joking and dancing. Despite singing about him, Judas virtually ignores Jesus for the whole song except when he’s taunting him, snatching his hand away after a broken and desperate Jesus reaches out for the image of his beloved (refuting Judas’ belief that Jesus would die hating him), along with the swedish additions of Judas repeatedly addressing him as “little Jesus”. Where the living Judas was serious, sometimes harsh but always well intention, often paying more attention to Jesus than he received, this Judas is the opposite: light hearted but cruel, not caring about Jesus one bit. It’s somewhat an inversion of the beginning of JCS, where the tormented Judas was constantly reaching out to Jesus, and often met with scorn and insult (see: most of their arguments, this line from Everything’s Alright: “the thought is beautiful but quite unrealistic / yes, even quite stupid”). As the song goes on, and even as Jesus is crucified, the victorious scoring of the Superstar theme ends up reinforcing the cruelty and questioning of god distinctive of this production: Ola Salo’s Jesus is one of the bloodiest Jesus’s (Jesii?) I’ve been able to find, with blood covering his torso, his arms, and all over his face, not in passive dribbles, but violent ‘swooshes’ spreading out from his eyes, emphasising the fear and pain contained within them. As the music suggests how great and wonderful Jesus’ death is, the images straight out of a horror movie before us don’t seem to match up: as both Judas and Jesus question, if no one is understanding what Jesus is saying, why kill him? instead of making a point, you’re ensuring that the falsehoods continue to circulate, unless spreading the true message isn’t really the intent at all. or, simply that Jesus was wrong: his interpretation and teachings of god were far too kind and practical, and the true god really is the one that he briefly saw in the garden of Gethsemane, and that Judas saw before his death- a cruel and vindictive god using them for his own sick purposes. If you're a strong Christian, I'm sure you could watch this production and still believe that God was right (although I think Jesus and Judas being in love counts as blasphemy), but I think in doing so you'd lose part of what makes this production so hard hitting and, as i keep saying, devastating.

that’s pretty much it for this one! i feel like jesus and judas as a queer couple is less significant to this production than the fact that it’s specifically jesus and judas that are in love - they don’t face explicit homophobia as such, although i do think the paratextual and historical associations of queerness (both with them each looking visibly queer, and them as a couple) adds a beautiful dimension by subverting the standard christian teaching of Jesus’ sacrifice as “a love that changed the world” and making the love that truly could have been transformative (and was, to a degree) the love between Jesus and another man, not to mention the way in which queerness is often viewed as radical perfectly upholding the ‘radical’ views of god and the story of Jesus shown in the production. Why wouldn’t the love between two men be the love which has us questioning god, faith, and that which many of us have been taught since birth? Ola Salo has talked about how he’s able to be positive and negative towards christianity, along with how he wanted Jesus and Judas to really represent two sides of the same coin (’faith and intelligence’), and being bisexual along with having alluded to being raised christian (not to mention Breaking Up With God, a song by his band The Ark), it’s not surprising he’s managed to present such a nuanced and layered interpretation of Jesus Christ Superstar that even me, a trans exvangelical, can fall in love with.

UPDATE: @bands-and-hobbits has just let me know that Ola's dad was a priest! Apparently he's said that he liked the organs and the music, but that was all when it comes to christianity, which (when combined with Ola stating in interviews that the JCS soundtrack has been one of his favourite albums since he was 14) makes a lot of sense about the level of familiarity he had with the text giving him confidence to go in and make changes to really capitalised off of some of the themes that are hinted at in the english version- you have enough information to understand how everything works together, but aren't so dedicated to preserving belief that you feel you can't improve/change things (and my god are we glad he did)

#thank you if you made it this far!#also the inherent rhythm in swedish as a language just makes all of the songs sound better i'm gonna say it #english is really hit and miss when it comes to music and can get especially clunky with musicals requiring exposition #also sorry there's so much i've left out !#anyways enjoy #jesus christ superstar #jesus christ superstar swedish arena tour 2014 #jcs #peter johansson #ola salo #also i have barely edited this so i hope it's coherent

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I know the purple lion/palladin would be amazing, but Lotor as black palladin? That would be very sexy of him. Imagine Black choosing him after Zarkon stolen him/died. The bayard changed for him during blood duel. Your headcanons?

Hi, anon! Thanks for the note! Yeah, it seems like Black Lion at least acknowledged Lotor in some way, for him to use that bayard. Even if that were a fluke/one-time thing, then Lotor, as a prince known for fighting alongside his soldiers in battle, commanding generals of varying personalities, being an expert pilot, and being charismatic enough to win enemies to his side, seems to have a lot of leadership qualities that Black Lion would look for.

I could see Black Lion choosing Lotor after defeating his father, but I also wonder if maybe another musical lions event would happen at an earlier time that was critical for Keith as well?

I started thinking about headcanons for a possible Black Paladin Lotor VLD remix…and ahh, got a little carried away into basically writing a story outline for it, haha:

In this AU, Keith’s reluctance to lead and his increasing interest in Blade of Marmora, along with Shiro’s clone being contaminated by Haggar’s magic, would perhaps establish why Black Lion seeks out Lotor and searches his heart as a candidate to begin with.

It could happen in a revised ending to s4, where maybe Lotor’s move to stop Keith from sacrificing himself to save others is a little more harrowing. Like say in the attempt, Keith still gets injured and Lotor’s ship is destroyed, and Zarkon’s forces are pounding down on them. So Lotor boards Black Lion in a desperate attempt to save them both from his father. Black Lion acknowledges Lotor has an interest in Saving the Whole™ in a way that Keith hadn’t grown to understand yet, so it opens its controls to him. The battle continues with Lotor shakingly at Black Lion’s controls, in the lead of Team Voltron.

Bonus if during this entire switch, the consoles to all of the Lions begin to glow brighter, because on the astral plane, the Lions are in communication with Black Lion, deliberating on the decision to accept Lotor as the new Black Paladin. They accept after Black Lion shows them that it will connect with Lotor and make him understand things too. The consoles in the Lions then return to normal, and Lotor’s spirit is locked in on the astral plane, which he feels.

Double bonus points if in this scenario, Keith is fully aware of what’s happening (maybe he just has a broken arm and leg or something), and he’s in a frazzle, trying to tell Lotor how to use the controls to get them out of there. And Lotor snaps back, also in a frazzle, “Don’t tell me how to fly.”

Triple bonus point if the other paladins are kinda freaking out that Lotor just took control of Black Lion, and that Black Lion accepted it.

“If you want to survive to argue with me, paladins of Voltron,” Lotor calls roughly through the controls, “then fight with me now against my father.”

Hunk is squeaking in shock and executive dysfunction. Pidge is flailing like, “Uh, guys??? Can he just do that??” Lance is sputtering because “Excuse me, why is HE the Black Paladin now?” Allura is very, very silent. Her father had connected her life-force to Voltron—so perhaps she felt the Lions’ debate on the astral plane. She very quietly moves to say, “Keith is injured, and we can’t lose Voltron to Zarkon. This is our only option for now.” And she demands to Lotor, “Black Lion has accepted you, which means it—” her face ticks—“trusts you in some way to get us out of here. And we’re taking on fire. We need a unified response.”

Coran is flailing in the background on the Castle ship. Shiro is eyes narrowed, leaning forward in curiosity about this son of Zarkon.

Haggar is watching through Shiro, in shock.

Lotor reverts to his training, offering simple commands to push back his father’s forces and have the Voltron Lions rendezvous back at the Castle ship for further discussion.

Lotor had no idea how deep the well of power was within Voltron. Like, he knew this thing was a beast of a war machine, but he had no idea it was quite like this.

Lotor tiredly boards the Castle of Lions, helping a limping Keith out of Black Lion. The sight makes Hunk and Pidge hesitant to throw Lotor into the Tube of Shame. Lance and Shiro move to help Keith, who’s trying to awkwardly brush off that he just tried to commit suicide and that he has a broken arm and several sprains. Shenanigans abound.

Allura walks up to Lotor, eyeing him hard. He eyes her back. (Is this the first time he’s really seen Allura???). Bonus if he blushes holding her gaze. Just a lil.

Allura moves to demand of Lotor, “How did you manage to convince Black Lion to give you control? What did you see? What did it tell you?”

Lotor admits he intended to board Black Lion to plea for his life in exchange for information about his father, who clearly despises him. Black Lion responding to him in such a way was a complete surprise to him as well.

Keith is meanwhile getting bandaged up and is leaning against Black Lion’s paw. He’s kinda relieved he doesn’t feel the leadership bond. But he’s also relieved that Black Lion still sends him positive waves. Black Lion simply knows his heart is elsewhere and that he is a good Blade, in the way of his mother. And good leaders know resources work best where they’re happiest/most productive. Black Lion knows they will see lots of Keith yet.

Lotor sighs and offers himself up for incarceration and interrogation for how to undo the bond with Black Lion. He didn’t want to be like his father, anyway.

The fact that he rejects the legacy of his father makes Allura hesitate. She knows Black Lion wouldn’t choose someone it couldn’t trust or teach, and that its own ears had grown deaf to Zarkon. Instead of incarcerating him, Allura does demand that Lotor live up to Black Lion’s expectations, and that he accept the Castle scanning him for potential bugs or possible security breaches. Also, that he undergo the same tests she put the paladins through originally.

Black Lion often shows Lotor visions of the past—of a version of his father who once did great and protective things for the galaxy. Things that Lotor has dreamed of being able to do, and that he can do through Voltron. Lotor tries to understand what all went so wrong with his father and how he might have some things in common with this pre-corrupted version of Zarkon. He panics when he realizes that Haggar is actually a corrupted form of his true mother, and he tries to deny it.

Haggar, meanwhile, has not yet recalled her life as Honerva. She knows Voltron is still the key to opening the rift…or else that she can do something with the comet Lotor had started building ships out of…

Season 4 ends/Season 5 begins with Keith temporarily in the healing pod, and Lotor picking up the armor of the Black Paladin. There might be some form of Lion musical chairs again, unless Keith convinces Lance that being someone’s right hand also means working to ensure that the leader has his head on straight. Which, honestly, Lance might be a little over the top, but he is good at questioning stuff and was shown in s3 to admirably pick up slack where Keith flailed.

Bonus points if Lance activates that Altean broadsword again during Lotor’s training and fights him, with Lotor praising his tenacity while also schooling him on technique and strategy. This reiterates Black Lion’s judgement in naming him Black Paladin and results in Lance tentatively accepting Lotor as Black Paladin. Lotor perhaps realizes that some of the animosity has nothing to do with lions and mostly to do with Lance’s interest in Allura. He wins some favor with Lance by offering to teach him the art of the sword.

Lotor ends up sleeping in Black Lion often because he doesn’t quite trust the paladins either. Not yet. He blushies if he ends up accidentally running into a pajama-clad Allura in the middle of the night. Realizes awkwardly that the paladins call his father The Turtle, and that he himself is also afraid to take off his armored shell. Which means he is a little more like his father than he thought. But he doesn’t feel safe enough to take his armor off yet with the paladins around….until he realizes that they are not wearing armor around him at all.

Keith is easily healed in the Altean healing pod and takes up his position in the Blades full-time. The Blades and Team Voltron get closer than ever, working together most days to take down strategic Galran outposts.

Kolivan interrogates Lotor at least once.

Hunk is probably the most diplomatic with Lotor during the initial integration phase. He asks questions about Lotor and what it was like growing up as Zarkon’s son. Lotor trusts Hunk’s opinion on most things, especially when it comes to the sensibilities of other Voltron Coalition allies. But he does rely on Hunk to help him know what’s good food, too.

The colony plot doesn’t exist in this AU, but I could see a version where maybe past!Lotor tried to help out Alteans like Bandor escaping his father’s genocides—and that the attempt to help them escape didn’t go so well. So Lotor clings hard to the concept of Black Lion giving him the chance to protect people again. Maybe in this remix, Pidge helps Lotor to hack into top-secret Galran systems that Zarkon had blocked him from. It creates the opportunity for Team Voltron to break out various Altean prisoners from Zarkon/Haggar’s clutches, who were either being harvested or forced to work for the empire in secret locations. Bonus points if Bandor was one of those prisoners who gets freed and lives to reunite with his long-lost sister. The s5 arc would therefore in part be the Voltron coalition working to actually establish a true Altean colony based off the number of prisoners they free. Allura is breaking down in happy tears that she and Coran and Lotor aren’t the only ones left.

Lotor starts piecing together that Haggar was searching all of these Alteans for information about a place called Oriande. He comes to realize that it’s a real place and encourages Team Voltron that they have to get there before Haggar does.

Lotor gets his cat back somehow. Kova probably tries to chase Allura’s mice around, resulting in shenanigans and at least one overturned table and a food goo fight. Bonus points if it ends with the mice cuddling up to Kova for warm sleepy time.

Keith’s space wolf he picks up during a Blades mission, Kosmo, ends up chasing Kova at least once.

Kova has very odd diet demands that occasionally make Team Voltron go on a side adventure to look for something. Lotor had gotten used to his generals doing this for so long but enjoys trips to the Space Mall to find toys for his kitty.

Coran and Krolia tend to mother-hen a bit more over Team Voltron during this time. Lotor finds better parental figures / role models in them. Lotor might open up to them about Haggar being Honerva.

Dayak comes to visit at least once, upset that Lotor has turned his head from the position of emperor of the Galra. She might be how Lotor gets his cat back. Dayak thinks Team Voltron is beneath Lotor but sticks around because her ultimate loyalties are to Lotor.

Lance gets Lotor into video games.

Lotor sometimes assists Keith with understanding certain odd things the Blades do as Galrans, which helps Keith rise in ranks there and continue to provide cavalry support to the Voltron Coalition.

Allura and Lotor both play in Monsters and Mana. Lotor is a bard, dumps all of his points into charisma just to see what chaos does to strategy. Keith joins in when he can, plays a princess because why not.

Lotor likes Shiro but feels there is something deeply wrong with him. He keeps information about Oriande away from Shiro, but the trip to Oriande reveals at least its location to Shiro and Haggar.

Haggar successfully reaches Oriande and passes the trials, inheriting deep knowledge. But the ancestors are silent with her and unwelcoming. Unperturbed, she then rebuilds Lotor’s fallen/abandoned ships with the comet ore, realizing how to build an anti-Voltron (the Sincline mecha). Her goal is a bigger and better mecha for Zarkon to pilot once and for all against Voltron. Because they don’t need Voltron anymore.

Being Black Paladin doesn’t mean Lotor immediately wins his way in Oriande. But he still has the Mark of the Chosen and determines that he will one day go back to finish the trials so that he can experience being connected with the ancestors.

Lotor had rather pleasantly forgotten about his old ships until he sees his designs in the risen Sincline during a battle with Zarkon. He is incredibly incensed that his father slandered his ships’ original paintjob. The paintjob honestly bothers him more for a time than the concept that Zarkon has rift technology, but he soon gets his priorities straight.

Team Voltron suffers a significant loss to Zarkon/Haggar tag-teaming Sincline. Lotor’s parents have also begun to reopen the rift, which is destroying planets and the very fabric of reality.

The Blades are called in to help.

Because Sincline is in part Lotor’s creation, the mecha has a weakness. Lotor is able to connect with it long enough to deflect some of Zarkon’s commands for it. It’s possible that a Haggar-contaminated Shiro activates at this time to try taking Black Lion back over, or to specifically unseat/injure Lotor.

Cue a major face-off again between Haggar and Allura, with Keith moving in to try and stop Shiro while Lotor desperately tries to maintain hold of Black Lion and Sincline. The entire Team Voltron spiritually works together to decouple Shiro from Haggar and to hold off Sincline long enough for other allies to arrive as backup.

Lotor’s old generals switch sides and end up helping Keith and the Blades.

Zarkon and Haggar flee, realizing that Sincline has a weakness they did not expect. A weakness they have to kill, because they’ve sensed that Lotor can and will kill them to stop them.

Haggar is unsettled because she saw in Lotor’s memories that she was actually his mother—and that he is genuinely disgusted by Haggar. This awakens a part of her entirely that not even the rift creatures/dark entities can fight.

In a symmetry to revised s3, Keith takes controls of Black Lion—which still accepts him because he’s worthy of it—to help an injured Lotor pilot to safety.

Team Voltron reconvenes in the middle of a fairly damaged galaxy, building a plan to take down Sincline before it can try opening any more rifts.

Zarkon demands that Haggar poison Sincline entirely against Lotor.

Haggar, who realizes she’s actually Honerva, starts to have significant breakdowns in trying to fulfill Zarkon’s wishes, who is her husband trying to kill her son. The more she remembers of Honerva, the stronger and more solid she becomes about who she is and how dark entities have deceived/manipulated her worst aspects. She begins to understand why the Altean ancestors had been silent with her.

Honerva realizes that Zarkon is too strongly controlled by rift creatures/dark entities, but that she’s also ruined her own chances of creating a backdoor in Sincline. Zarkon turns against her upon discovering she is no longer like him. He reaffirms that he will kill his own son to achieve supremacy, and that he will kill Haggar too if she defies him.

Honerva desperately tries to run away.

Meanwhile, Lotor acknowledges that Shiro is perhaps in a perfect position to slip past Sincline’s defenses—having had Haggar’s magic on him and her technology—and take over the ship from the inside out.

Cue an epic battle where Zarkon loses, and where Team Voltron and Lotor win because they believe in the power of teamwork and strength in unity. This results in a battered Voltron still standing, with a battered Sincline being piloted by Shiro, who has successfully connected with Sincline. In this AU, Shiro is stronger than ever in fighting off the darkness, in a reversal to his arc as Haggar’s puppet.

Sincline has been growing increasingly sentient and recognizes Shiro as the Galra’s Champion. Sincline accepts Shiro’s command to stand down.

Even with Zarkon killed, the rifts he opened are beginning to expand to destroy worlds, and Allura is trying to hold it off with the spiritual help of her fellow paladins.

A secondary, mysterious source kicks in to help her heal the rifts.

It’s Honerva, somewhere, trying to undo what she helped create.

Lotor remains Black Paladin post-battle and helps to redesign Sincline as part of a Defender Fleet. He helps the universe pick up the pieces as everyone limps along together toward a new era of peace and undoing the evils of the empire.

The Galra, recognizing Lotor as Zarkon’s son and as the inheritor of Black Lion, ask if he would be their new leader.

Lotor is tempted because he has always wanted the validation of such a title. But he already has a home with his found family—with the Fleet, where for once he feels like he’s where he is meant to be.

Lotor functions as Emperor Pro Tem to help ensure order through the next Kral Zera, backing Kolivan as the best possible leader. Which also opens up the Blade of Marmora as needing a new leader….which Keith has been training for…

Some Galra are disappointed that the reign of Zarkon’s lineage will be broken. But Lotor is in fact peaceful about it. He knows he’s going to be quite busy exploring and helping to defend the universe from whatever else may come, alongside the people who came to accept him as family.

He still ends up with an ambassadorial/very high official title within Galran government, gaining a greater respect for Kolivan and the ways the Blades work to unite the Galra under what their culture was before it got hijacked by Zarkon.

Keith’s actions in the final battle result in everyone else agreeing that he has achieved a level of leadership that is perfect for the Blades. Team Voltron attend the ceremony where he is named a Commander.

Lotor’s old generals receive honors and become official members of the Blades as well.

Lotor connects deeply with Allura and the Altean colony, and spends time on Earth learning about the human culture of his fellow paladins. He gets to explore, just like he always wanted to do. Team Voltron works in the aftermath of battle to assist in stamping out the Fires of Purification rebellion, rebuilding fallen worlds and their cultures, and protecting against dangerous space anomalies.

Black Lion is a happy Lion, keeping in contact with not just Keith, but also Sincline and by proxy the healed Shiro as well, as part of its own expanded Fleet. Black Lion recognizes it was built originally to protect just a galaxy—and it needs a greater Fleet for a much larger universe, working in harmony with more leaders. Black Lion can evolve and grow too, to recognize that Voltron really is stronger when it works together with others.

Lotor consistently spends quality bonding time alone with Black Lion—not because he doesn’t trust his expanded family. But because Black Lion was actually his first true friend who believed in him.

Black Lion enjoys getting washed and scrubbed. Lotor is very insistent that Black Lion be clean and sparkle like new at all times, because he recognizes he is a tenant of Black Lion and that Kova has a tendency to shed, and—“Kova, get down from the console! How many times—?”

The end!

Oh my god, this post got so long. I’m so sorry, anon. I really ran away with this prompt, oof. Thanks again for the note!

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February 19, 2021

BTS go on vlive. Taekook don’t have any significant interactions, but everything seems just fine between them all. This is included due to what we consider to be unfounded concerns that followed it’s broadcast, saying there was a gloomy atmosphere and tension between Tae and Kook.

When they introduce themselves, “V” uses the alphabet to be witty. Members giggle.

(Timestamp 1:23)

Hobi recalls a funny episode in which Jk had trouble singing a line of the song “Telepathy”. The youngest jogs his memory and determines it was Tae who ended up successfully recording and claiming those lines. He turns to point at him and make eye contact, getting a chuckle in response.

(Timestamp 7:13)

Members - mostly Jimin - tease Tae by giving him various titles only to have him hand them over. They kept the joke rolling after the first misunderstandment, cheerful laughs filling the room.

(Timestamp 8:15)

Tae dramatically accepts the worldwide handsome title, then breaks into a big smile when they all turn the previous incident into a running gag. He hurries to pass it over to Jk when asked, clearly enjoying the game.

Jk’s “what if” -

Yoongi chimes in -

Jimin makes their wishes come true -

Smiles -

(Timestamp 9:22)

Jimin once again announces the title in a grandiloquent way to a happy Tae that knows what’s coming.

Tae complies and makes a show out of it. Everyone is having a good time.

Smiles -

Jk laughs out loud at the whole situation.

(Timestamp 10:05)

Members try singing Tae’s complex part in Telepathy. The aforementioned sings the loudest and the longest, which brings a soft smile to Jk, and possibly Yoongi, although the rapper was already smiley.

(Timestamp 10:53)

The joke ends very eloquently. No hard feelings whatsoever.

Jimin refuses -

(Timestamp 11:00)

Jk, being an attentive person, turns around when Tae opens a message.

(Timestamp 11:20)

Members read the prompter while discussing popular fan questions during vlives. Jk’s expression goes from this -

to this grumpy face -

He does NOT like the topic that’s coming up next.

Tae reads the prompter out loud:

They proceed to debate, with most of them choosing “5-year-old Jk”, reasoning they miss cute Jungkook. Tae says:

The youngest isn’t too thrilled about it. He doesn’t like being the centre of this discussion, also trying to interject when Yoongi chose five, hard-working Jungkook’s.

Tae massages his shoulder - a soothing action - but agrees with the majority, which isn’t what he wanted to hear. Jimin follows up to help soothe him, since Jk isn’t thrilled with this topic.

Jin says:

Tae adds cute Jk is gone:

Tae compensates it by complimenting Jk’s current, manly looks. He didn’t become just a man, but “a real man” according to Tae. He’s implying that both sides of him have their own appeal, even if there’s certain nostalgia about the past - which is natural.

Jk hints at him being bothered by people wanting to preserve his cute image (fans included). For a long time, his specific role in the group required him to come off as a cute, boyish maknae, with staff preventing him from developing noticeable muscles, as stated by him in 2015. “Cuteness” in relation to his public image is a sensitive topic for him since there could be a level of insecurity around it - of being less liked once that cuteness is gone - or simply some frustration since he prefers a manlier image.

(Timestamp 16:36)

Joon takes the hint and immediately asks Jk what he himself prefers. Instead, Tae turns the tables and moves the focus to other members, prompting him to choose.

Still pouty -

Jk becomes chirpy again. They are now talking about 5 Jimins being chaotic together, and Jk avoiding work by blaming his other clones - steering away from the previous, sensitive topic.

They remember games from their childhood and attempt to carry them out. Tae shouts “Can you do this?”. Members turn to look at him, with Yoongi, Hobi and Jungkook giving it a try.

(Timestamp 20:04)

Tae reenacts how they used to call in the past. Jk smiles at his play.

(Timestamp 20:40)

Yoongi gives details of how much his mouth was bleeding after his tooth removal, and in that moment Tae coughs out strawberry juice. They get a kick out of it’s similitude with blood.

Tae wipes his drool on Jin’s clothes, which makes him complain -

Tae classifies it as strawberry extract, making members smile, Jk included.

Jin repeats his cry with drool being present within the offense, and Jk turns to reiterate that it’s “extract” - backing Tae up.

Yoongi asks Tae why he suddenly laughed, but he denies laughing. Jk softly asks if he choked and Tae confirms.

(Timestamp 23:25)

The drool vs extract argument resurfaces.

Jk cutely repeats “extract” 3 times.

(Timestamp 26:53)

Jin, Hobi and Tae are suffering due to the uncomfortable seats.

Jk inspects Hobi’s seat and then goes on to feel Tae’s seat once he stands up.

(Timestamp 31:10)

They bring up the drawing that Jk made of Hobi for his birthday last night. Tae is surprised and keeps asking “what?” -

They tell him to look at twitter, which is the place where Jimin says he found out about it.

He reaches for his phone.

Jimin opens twitter himself and shows Tae, who exclaims in awe.

He then is determined to get Jk to draw him for his birthday, squeezing his shoulder and saying: “Seriously, draw me one”.

Flashback: this reminds us of the time around debut days when Tae marveled over the portrait that Jk drew of him, most probably upon request, despite their busy schedules.

Nov, 2013 interview (credits to @closetdekv):

They all team up to pressure Jk into drawing them. Jk off-handedly says he can do it & Tae makes a promise in his name.

Jk finds a way to make it more exciting.

(Timestamp 33:20)

Ending -

(Timestamp 40:55)

Raw link: https://www.vlive.tv/post/1-21427550

#taekook #taekooktimeline #2021 #february 2021 #210219 #laughs #smiles

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yelena-bellova · 4 years

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Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two: Plans and Proposals

Series Masterlist

Plot: The Resistance discusses how to move forward in rebuilding.

Warnings: blood, injuries

Word Count: 6.3k

A/N: Everything’s a mess but have no fear, the fic is here. Enjoy your escape into another world because Heaven knows ours is a flaming pile of garbage right now.

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“What in the hell?” Poe mumbled as me, Shriv and him arrived at the fight. One of the pilots that Wedge Antilles had recruited slid across the floor. Teza Nasz stood next to us bleeding, but seemed unconcerned with her wounds. The ex-Imperial began to charge forward again but Jess reeled her back, begging her to cease the confrontation. Wedge went to help the young pilot up to his feet, his blood was still smeared across the stone floor.

“Poe Dameron,” Wedge called, “Y/n Solo.”

“Antilles,” Poe said, “What in the hell is going on?”  “Agoyo swung first,” a woman next to Wedge said. Judging by her age and the fact that she hadn’t left his side since we’d arrived, I took a guess she was Norra Wexley.

“I don’t care who started it,” I spoke up, “There’s no sense in fighting each other, we’re on the same side. Why did this even start?”  “You should care!” Agoyo shouted, rising back to his feet. His Phantom Squad uniform was stained now with blood.

“Identify yourself, pilot.” Poe ordered. Agoyo faced us, crossed his arms and took a defiant stance.

Poe impatiently repeated himself, “Name, pilot.”  “Pacer,” the young pilot seethed, “Pacer Agoyo.”  “Pacer,” Poe nodded, “You know who I am?”  “Poe Dameron.”  “No, I’m your commanding officer. And frankly, right now I’m not impressed with what I see. I understand you’ve come a long way to join us…”  Pacer answered that he was from Nuja and his late father was a Phantom Squad pilot. He’d come in his place.

“I appreciate your father’s service, and your willingness to join the Resistance,” Poe said, “But unfortunately, it looks like you’re not a good fit for this mission. You’re free to leave.”

Some of the gathered crowd let out gasps as Poe turned his back on Pacer. Even I was confused as to what he was trying to do. I watched Pacer shift awkwardly as my boyfriend tilted his head, he was waiting for Pacer to speak up.

“Poe...I mean, Commander Dameron. I-I want to stay, sir. Please. It’s just...”

“It’s just what, Agoyo?” Poe asked as he finally turned around.

The young pilot was no longer looking at Poe, his eyes were locked onto Teza Nasz once again. I could feel the anger radiating off of him, no one was this full of rage for no reason.

“Do you know each other?” I asked, taking a step forward to reiterate my presence.

“She murdered my brother!” Agoyo revealed, he raised his fists once again and took a step in Nasz’s direction.

“Agoyo!” Poe snapped, Pacer turned back but still wouldn’t meet Poe’s stare.  “Eyes on me,” he said, the pilot finally looked up, “You will stop menacing Teza Nasz, or I will have you thrown in the brig until you can cool down. Is that understood?”

Pacer looked embarrassed and slightly intimidated by Poe’s threat. Wedge put a hand on his arm and whispered something I couldn’t make out, whatever he’d said was enough for him to let Wedge pull him back. Poe then turned to Teza Nasz, “Well?”  “It’s possible I killed his brother, but I don’t remember. It’s possible,” the warlord said as she scanned the crowd, “That I killed all of your brothers. And cousins. And mothers and fathers and former lovers. It was my job.”

“Then why are you here?” I inquired, crossing my arms.

She looked jolted by the question I’d posed, “Because it was wrong. But I didn’t know it at the time.”  “You were young and ambitious,” Poe guessed, “So you joined the Empire.”

Teza nodded, “Mostly hungry, but yes.”

Never in my life did I think I would ever feel sympathy for an ex-Imperial warlord. Yet here I was, a little bit of my heart going out to the woman. She still intimidated me, but I understood her a little better now.

“You joined the Empire,” Poe finished, before turning his gaze to Wedge, “Just like you.”

“It’s no secret I attended Skystrike Academy,” he said to the crowd, his hands spread out with a shrug, “But I left once I realized what the Empire was doing.”

Poe nodded in reply before turning to Zay, “And your mother.”  “My mother was an Imperial officer,” Zay answered softly, “But she defected. She and my father. They died for the Resistance. Ask Leia. She knows.”

“Suralinda?” I called, hoping I wasn’t stepping on Poe’s moment by calling on one of his squad members.

“I didn’t give a care about either side much,” she said easily, “I was ready to sell Resistance secrets if it would get me what I wanted. Oh wait, I did.”

The shocked faces around her did not match with her laughter, “Relax, I came around.”

“And you?” Poe turned finally to Finn, who I hadn’t noticed was standing to the back of the group with Rey.

“Used to be a stormtrooper,” Finn answered as he came forward, “But now I’m rebel scum,” his fist hit his chest so loud, the thump echoed, “Until the end.”  We shared a small smile, he’d become one of the most devoted pieces of lovable scum I’d ever met in such a short amount of time. I was proud of him.

“My point,” Poe said as he turned back to Pacer, “Is that many of us have dubious beginnings, but it is how we end that counts.”

“My father was Darth Vader,” Mom’s voice rang out through the hanger, “Is there anyone who wants to question my loyalty to the Resistance?”

I’d never heard a more silent room, damn right…

“Now, is there anyone else with a grudge that needs airing?” Poe asked loud enough for everyone to hear, “Something that’s bothering them? Someone in this room that they can’t wait to knife once their back is turned?”

The tension eased up as a couple people laughed. Just as Poe was beginning to gesture for Mom to take the floor, a voice that hadn’t been heard yet rose.

“I got a question!”

The voice belonged to a bald, grey skinned man. Immediately you could tell that he was an older pilot, just as cocky as he’d probably been his whole life. This was going to be fun.

“Go on,” Poe acknowledged.

“What about you two?” the man wagged his finger at Poe and I.

“What about us?” I confusedly asked.

“I heard the stories,” he continued, “About what happened on the Raddus. To Holdo. I fought with Holdo. She was a good leader.”

My stomach lurched, but I tried to still appear calm as every eye came to rest on us. I felt Poe’s anxiety which only heightened my own nerves. I wanted to throw myself at the feet of the crowd and let them all have a free punch. I deserved it. But it wouldn’t do much good. Maz’s emotion provoking questions and Poe’s ‘we fix it’ answer played in my head at a dizzying speed. Everything I did from here on out was about trying to make amends for what I’d done. Just as Poe and I had promised Black Squadron.

“I agree,” Poe finally said.

“Me too” I immediately followed.

“You agree?” the veteran smiled cruelly, “That’s not what I heard, that’s not what any of us heard.”

He motioned to the rest of Phantom Squadron plus Wedge and Norra. Snap must have told them what had happened, he was right to have done so. They deserved to know what they were walking into, gut-wrenching details and all.

“You two are the ones who should be in the brig,” the veteran went on further, “Or better yet, tossed out of an air lock.”

There were quiet agreements coming from the crowd, I had to fight to keep the heartbreak from reaching my face. I’d disappointed so many people. One look at the tears I was holding back and Poe instinctively took over.

“You’re right,” Poe said loudly, garnering everyone’s eyes on him, “You’re absolutely right. We disobeyed a direct order, we got people killed, we undermined our commander, and led a mutiny. And if you don’t think that eats both of us up, that it haunts us every day, every minute, then you don’t know a damn thing.”

I blinked back my tears and watched him keep going, “And yeah, you could lock me up, throw me into space, but you tell me how that helps the Resistance? How that brings down the First Order? Because, trust me, if I thought my death would bring them down, I’d sacrifice myself in a heartbeat,” he snapped his fingers before pointing to me, “And Commander Solo already tried. She was willing to die at the hands of the First Order just so the Resistance could live.”  “Poe,” Finn said to my side, shaking his head in disapproval of the images Poe was painting.

Jess came forward suddenly, “Poe’s my squad leader and I trust him with my life. There’s no one else I want leading Black Squadron. Y/n too, she’s one of the best commanders the Resistance has got.”

“He saved our butts over Grail City just a few days ago,” Karé added.

“And he saved mine on Jakku,” Finn said, “Y/n did too on Takodana.”  “And mine on Crait,” another voice called.

“And mine.”  More and more people spoke up with instances where Poe and I had been competent commanders. It was overwhelming, I let a stray tear fall in gratitude. The belief that the Resistance still had in Poe and I was not deserved, but I had no choice but to accept it.. Poe’s head was ducked, it was hitting him just as hard.

After a moment, the room settled down and Poe looked to me. He was silently asking if I wanted to say anything, I shook my head slightly and let him take the floor once again. He had always been better at public speaking than me, he was altogether a more confidant leader even in his worst moments.

“We’ve all made choices. Choices that caused harm, led to destruction, even at times death. We are all responsible for our deeds. The great and the terrible. But if we define ourselves only by what we’ve done, only by our failures, then this Resistance, this spark? It dies here and now. We’re all here because we have a chance to change things. A chance to change the galaxy. A chance to change ourselves. But we have to make that commitment. That choice. A choice...”

He stopped, searching for the words to cap off his inspiring speech.

“A choice to be better,” Zay finished his sentence as she stepped forward. She was so young but was lightyears ahead of others with her passion for the cause.

“A choice to be better,” Poe echoed.

As I scanned over the crowd, there were smiles and nods of approval. One person even clapped. Wedge said something I couldn’t hear but it had roused laughter from the people around him. After that, everyone started to break off in their own groups and conversations.

“Hey,” I touched Poe’s arm, “I’m proud of you.”  The corners of his mouth quirked up slightly, “They’ll want to hear from you too at some point.”  “You’re better at rousing a crowd than I am,” I complimented, “Besides, according to Zay, everyone already knows what they need to about me.” I shot him a wink as he chuckled, “I’m gonna go talk to Mom.”

I broke away, surprisingly my mother wasn’t surrounded by people for once. I had a hunch she was waiting for me.

“Not too bad,” I said as I approached her, “We’re not a fleet but we’re not nothing.”  “It’s hope,” she replied knowingly, “That’s more necessary in a war than a fleet. Although, a fleet would be nice.”  I smiled, attempting to mask the pain I’d been trying to hide all day. It had broken me down in the ship with Poe, but I couldn’t fall apart a second time in front of people.

Mom, as usual, sensed it. “I miss him too. I could use him right now.”  “He’d just want to run headfirst into the fight,” I chuckled sadly, remembering stories of my father charging into battle with little to no plan.

“You’d be surprised,” Mom raised an eyebrow and smiled nostalgically, “He was a better general in the war than you’d think. Now,” she squeezed my hand warmly, “Let’s get to work, Commander.”  I was thankful for the snap back to the present, that’s where I needed to be. We went around gathering the people Mom wanted as her new leadership team, including our gracious host, Yendor.

“Commander,” Mom called out to Poe, he abruptly ended his conversation with Zay to join us, “I would like you all to join Ambassador Yendor and me for tea. There’s much we need to discuss, and little time to do it.”

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We made our way into what was formerly Yendor’s library, it had now been converted to a war room. There was a large round table in the middle of the room with a holo readout that contained inventory lists of our resources, people and supplies. It was shockingly low, all of it.

“Hey,” Rey greeted me quietly as I stared at the lists, “How’d things go with Maz?”

I puffed out my cheeks and exhaled, “Not great.”  “She can’t help?”

“She won’t help,” I turned away from the holo and began to stroll the room with her, “I don’t pretend to understand how Maz works. She usually speaks so cryptically but what Poe and I got was a flat out rejection.”  “Maybe she’ll still find a way to come through,” she suggested as we planted ourselves in a corner of the room.

Rey hadn’t been there, she hadn’t heard Maz’s callous words. How she’d simply sat back in her lounge chair while we were struggling to keep our heads above water. “You’re much more hopeful than I am.”

A smile flashed across her face, “Someone I know told me something about the people I place my hope in. They won’t always disappoint me.”   “You have to be careful who you take your advice from,” I teased, bumping my hip into hers.

 After sharing a laugh, Rey’s expression sobered quickly. “Y/n, there’s something I didn’t get to tell you about my visit with Luke. It’s something that concerns you.”  “What is it?” I asked, pushing off the wall we were leant against.

“He told me that when you-“  “I’m sorry,” Wedge interjected, tapping me on the shoulder, “Y/n, we’re about to start.”  Damn everything, I wanted to hear what Rey had to say. What Uncle Luke had told her. It could’ve been something to do with his vision, something about my future. But there were more pressing matters at hand and I needed to prioritize.

I sighed frustratedly before pointing to Rey, “We will finish this conversation.” I turned with Wedge to go join the group, trying to put the subject of my uncle’s post-humous words anywhere but the forefront of my mind. I spotted Poe and headed for the empty spot next to him. He was, shockingly, in pleasant conversation with the veteran pilot who had wanted to throw us into spaces moments ago. I only caught the last thing Poe said.

“It’s a deal.”  The large man gave Poe a hearty pat on the back, sending Poe stumbling forward. I caught his arm and steadied him, “Do I want to know what bet you just made?”

“A race,” he answered in a low tone, “That I’ll win. If I weren’t the better pilot, he’d get to shave my head.”  I shot him a disapproving glance but didn’t get time to voice my thoughts as the room went hush. Poe had never been in the habit of betting credits like a normal person. But then again, he never lost if it involved flying.  

“I’m glad you’re all here.” Mom’s voice echoed in the large room, all attention was given to her, “I know many of you came at great personal cost with small hope of success. I can’t promise that we will survive this. That we will all still be alive tomorrow, or the day after. But I can promise you one thing. I will fight beside you until the end.”

“If I may,” Norra Wexley said after a few seconds of silence, “Everyone in this room knows what they signed up for, General. This isn’t our first battle, although it might be our last. We’re done with ‘homes.’ We’ve made our choice. This,” Norra gestured to our team, “This is our home now. The Resistance is our family. And just like you, we’re ready to die for it.”

Mom looked touched enough to cry, but instead ducked her head, “And the rest of you? Is that how you all feel?”

A resounding chorus of agreements came from each person around the table.

“Then we have work to do. Yendor?” 

The aforementioned Twi’lek came forward, he looked almost regal. “Welcome to Ryloth,” he greeted us, “Like Leia, I thank each of you for all that you have sacrificed. We are all here for the same purpose: to stand against the tyranny of the First Order. Those of us from Ryloth know a thing or two about standing against tyranny. I and my children and those who are part of the Ryloth Defense Authority offer you all we have, but as you can see, we are few.”

“You called the Resistance’s allies from Crait, did you not?” General Rieekan addressed Mom, “Others will come.”

She frowned as she remembered the disappointment on Crait. “So far the only allies we have been able to reach are the ones you see in front of you. We suspect that the First Order has been rounding up and imprisoning those sympathetic to the Resistance, and we think that they’ve figured out how to block our frequencies, but we aren’t sure. We can’t rely on reinforcements. Not at this point.”

There was more discussion about the subject, it was made clear that General Rieekan was unaware of just how large a threat the First Order had become. Contrary to what he thought, they were 100% capable of taking prisoners.

“Besides, what do they need?” Wedge asked, “A few local governments to look the other way, a few dark holes to lose people in. It’s not hard.”

“Speaking of local governments,” Charth, one of Yendor’s children, spoke up for the first time, “you should all understand that while Ryloth welcomes you in your time of need, there has been a complication.”

“Complication?” I asked.

“The First Order has come to Ryloth,” Mom answered, “Not because of us. As far as we know, they aren’t aware of our presence here.”

While it was worrisome, I was secretly relieved for personal reasons. I couldn’t sense Ren’s presence on the planet. Charth went on to explain that the First Order wanted to tithe their shipping lanes to raise money to rebuild the ships they’d lost, ironically, fighting us. It felt good to have put the tiniest dent in their fleet.

“I suggest we act quickly,” Mom went on, “Given our time and our limitations, I am most concerned with rebuilding our forces, giving us another week, another month. A foundation. I had hoped for time to find more leadership, but...I want ideas.”

“Ships,” Poe answered quickly, pointing to the holo inventory list that detailed our ships, “Is this up-to-date?”

“Yes,” Rey answered from where I’d left her, “I saw Rose account for the arriving ships before we met here.”  Poe nodded to her before turning back to the table, “I see a handful of starfighters, a few transports, a yacht. It’s not a fleet, and we can’t fight much less expect to win any kind of battle against the First Order with equipment like this. We need ships.”

“I agree. How do you suggest we get these ships?” Mom asked.

“We could steal them,” Norra suggested, “The First Order’s actively building fighters. You just said so,” she finished, gesturing toward Charth.

“The rumor is the Corellian shipyards are running continuously to meet the quotas,” the Twi’lek confirmed.

“Then we go to Corellia,” Poe said with a clap, as if it was an easy task.

“Too high-profile,” Wedge said, “And we don’t have enough people to stage a raid.”

“Send me in with a handful of pilots and I’ll get your ships for you,” Poe continued his urging, these were the moments where he needed to slow down.

Mom shook her head in rejection of the idea, “Wedge is right. We can’t risk the few pilots we have to liberate a handful of ships. We need a more strategic plan.”

She waited a beat, expecting Poe to argue that he could get the job done. I was proud of him for staying resigned, he was actively trying to do better at following orders.

“Bracca,” Shriv spoke up, “It’s just a thought.”

I’d never been to Bracca, but Pacer explained that it was a junker planet. Not exactly what we were in search of.

“It sounds like a waste of valuable time,” I commented, hoping Shriv didn’t take too much offense, “Time we can’t spend stealing junkyard scrap, we need functional ships.”

“Bracca has become the place that the First Order sends any and all claimed New Republic ships to be decommissioned and junked,” Finn countered from nearby, “It’s bound to be a treasure trove of the kind of ships we want. Parts, too. We could fix up those X-wings out there. Besides, beggars can’t be choosers, and let’s face it. We’re beggars.”

Connix entered the room, out of breath. “A message came in on the Millennium Falcon,” she announced, looking to my mother, “From Maz Kanata. She said you’d want to see it immediately, or I wouldn’t have interrupted.”

Poe and turned to each other in confusion, what did Maz have to say that she didn’t say to us?

“Can you patch it through?” Mom asked.

After Charth helped Connix connect, Maz’s face replaced the inventory list in the center of the table.

“Greetings, Leia.” Maz greeted loudly as she looked around the room, “I see you’re doing well collecting your allies to you.”

“We would be better if you had joined us.” Mom replied, I had a feeling she was trying her hardest to be polite. After Poe and I had recounted our encounter with Maz, Mom was just as confused and slightly offended.

“Ah, of course, of course,” Maz said passively, “But the ways of the Force are mysterious, and it was not my time.”

“I hear you have news for us, Maz,” Mom continued, trying to propel the conversation forward.

“Yes!” Maz exclaimed, “Did Dameron and your daughter tell you of the list?”  “A rumored list of First Order political prisoners and dissidents,” Mom answered.

“It’s not just a rumor anymore. I’ve seen it. Well, parts of it.”

Everyone began to talk amongst themselves, Mom silenced them with a wave of her hand, “How?”  “A rule I live my life by: If you have anything worth stealing,” Maz said, “Someone will eventually steal it.”

“Someone stole the list?" Mom asked with a lightness to her voice.

“Fortunately, the thief who has acquired it is an old acquaintance of mine.”

“Will they give it to us?”

“Hard to tell. Nifera can be mercurial. She likes games,” Maz answered with in a playful tone.

“We have to play a game for it?” Mom raised a brow.

“Not exactly, but then again...” Maz went on, “She’s holding an auction at her birthday party. Invitation-only to the party, and the auction will happen sometime during the event. List goes to the highest bidder. You know how thieves are.”

“When and where?” Mom asked, we were finally starting to get somewhere.

“The party will be held on Corellia, in Coronet City,” Maz explained, “As for when, you’ll just have to be ready to move quickly when the information comes in. I should know soon.”

Poe and I connected the dots at the same time and shared a smile before he addressed the group, “As long as we’re in Coronet City, might as well pick up some ships.”  Mom muttered something I couldn’t hear, but I made out the word ‘Force’. She turned her attention back to Maz, “Maz, you said it’s invitation-only? Can we-”

“I’ve already taken care of it,” Maz waved a hand, “Two invitations secured. One for a handsome but unscrupulous profiteer from Canto Bight, his wife and his junior business partner, and one for the ambassador of Ryloth and guest. It’s the best I could do under the circumstances. You’ll have to improvise.”

“Who’s the profiteer from Canto Bight?” Poe questioned with a scrunched brow, “There’s no one like that with the Resistance.”

“Well, of course not, Dameron. I made him up. Pick someone, whoever you like. But,” Maz said with a devious smile sliding across her face, “I was thinking of you when I said he was handsome.”

Maz flourished her sentence with a wink, my entire body went rigid as I tried to contain my laughter. I rubbed a hand over my mouth to conceal my grin. It became harder to hide when the veteran pilot Poe had been talking with slapped him on the back and said, “The little woman has you there, you are a handsome man.”

“Thank you, Maz,” Mom jumped in, “We accept the invitations.”  “Leia,” Rieekan quietly said, “How do we know this list is even real?”

“Who said that?” Maz asked, leaning forward in the holo, “Hmm...it’s real because I just confirmed it’s real. Didn’t you hear me? I’ve seen it.”

“You said you saw a partial list,” Rieeken corrected, “So even if we concede it’s real, how do we know it’s useful?”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s useful or not” I strongly stated, “There are good people being kept prisoner for doing nothing more than disagreeing with the First Order. We have to help them.”  “They could be friends and family,” Norra supported me with a firm nod, “Y/n’s right. We should help them.”

“And we will,” Mom confirmed, “But Rieekan has a point. Our funds are limited. Before we commit to spending them at some thief’s auction, we should know more.”

 “We could just steal it,” Shriv suggested, “I mean, the list is stolen. We could just steal it again.”

“Is that really the best idea?” Poe asked.

“We’re talking about stealing ships, aren’t we?” Shriv shrugged, “What’s the difference?”

“Lifting a few First Order fighters is payback,” Norra said.

“I’d rather not turn the Resistance into a den of thieves,” Leia sighed, “But we’ll do what we have to do.”

“You’ll have to pay the reserve to be allowed into the auction,” Maz noted, “After that, it’s up to you. But if you get caught with your hand in the biscuit bin, there won’t be a nice trial and punishment, you know. These people will kill you.”

“Fun,” I whispered under my breath.

“Your friend sounds charming,” Mom said dryly.

“Meh,” Maz shrugged, “Rich, yes. Charm? Charm was never her strong point.”

“I still think we should see who and what is on this list before we commit to any action,” Rieekan objected once again, “Maz, can you share what you have?”

“It will come over encrypted,” Maz said before a sudden noise interrupted her, “Have to go, hope I see you in Coronet City. Especially you, Dameron. And wear something nice. This Canto Bight fellow is quite dapper, I hear,” Maz blew a kiss to Poe, “Tah!”

She disconnected and I leaned over discreetly to my boyfriend, “Looks like I’ve got competition.” The comment earned me an elbow in my side, it was well worth it to watch his face change ten shades of red.

“Did we get the partial list?” Mom asked Connix.

“She just sent the invitations,” she answered as she searched her data pad, “No list yet.”

“Thoughts, while we’re waiting?” Mom asked our group.

Eventually, with a little more discussion, it was decided that Shriv would take command of a squadron and head to Bracca. They were to collect as many star fighters as they were able to. Wedge had pulled Mom and Poe into a conversation where I overheard him proposing he should be the one to go to Corellia and get the list. Mom was just suggesting we wait and see the list when Connix announced it was transmitting. The holo appeared, branded with the First Order logo. Sure enough, there was a partial list of names and last known locations under the title ’Subversives’.

“Hey, Poe,” Finn said as he came to stand with us, “You’re finally on someone’s most-wanted.”  I quickly scanned down the list to see Poe’s initials with the word Crait next to it. A chill ran down my spine, I’d always known with our reputations that we were both high on the First Order’s kill list. But knowing and seeing were two different things and seeing his name made what we were doing feel all the more real. My own initials rested at the very top of the list, I wasn’t sure if it was organized by most wanted. If so, I knew exactly who wanted me dead that bad. I’d always feared for Poe’s life more than my own, but Crait had been a sobering experience. It had shown me just how much I didn’t want to die.

The tips of Poe’s fingers brushed the back of my hand lightly, just enough to let me know he was there. Had we not been in a room full of people, I would have been seeking comfort in his arms.

“This is an assassination list.” Norra’s voice broke my thoughts, “This is why we can’t find our allies. They’re hunting them down, one by one.”

“Well, they’re not going to get us,” Finn said confidently. I wished I was as steady as he was in the moment.

We looked over the rest of the list, it included the names of those currently detained and those they were planning on arresting. Next to their initials were their reason for arrest, which all sounded ridiculous. Something as simple as questioning a directive would get them imprisoned.

“So Maz’s friend can decode these names for us?” I asked, finally having drained the fear from my voice.

“That’s my understanding,” Mom said quietly, her eyes were still scanning the list.

“It’s smart,” Wedge observed, “The auction list, I mean. Offer enough information to make people think that someone they know is on the list but with no guarantees.”

“People will pay their last credits for even the possibility of finding their missing loved ones,” Norra added.

“When it could all be a false hope,” Snap voiced the , fear we were all trying to ignore, “Foolish people and foolish dreams.”

“Nothing foolish about hope,” Rey mumbled from nearby, I turned and we shared a knowing smile.

There was more talk and guessing as to who the initials might belong to. There were titles like senator and diplomat all the way to celebrities and athletes. Those thought dead now stood a chance at being alive. Poe turned to Mom to ask if we would go through with the plan. She suddenly appeared much older than she actually was, trembling and silent with her eyes glazed with tears. Poe and I were on each side of her instantly.

“What is it?” he asked with a protective hand on her shoulder, “Are you okay?”

“Mom,” I whispered, holding onto her waist, “Talk to me. Do you need to rest?”  She looked up with tear streaks painting her face, her lips curved into a smile. “It’s the list” she said in disbelief, “I-I never knew. I thought he was gone.” 

“Who?” Poe asked.

“An old friend,” she said as she patted our hands in reassurance that she was alright. We cautiously let go and went back to our spots next to her, keeping a close eye on her. “And if I’m reading it right, he’s being held on Coronet City."  As we discussed the possibility that it could all be a trap, it began to feel less like one. Mom now had another fire lit under her at the thought of being reunited with her old friend and though it was risky, it felt like a chance we needed to take.

“So we’re going after the list?” Poe asked after a moment.

Mom looked around the room and gauged everyone’s reactions. For the most part, we’d reached an agreement. “Yes, and the ships. And if you can, Senator Casterfo.”

“Leia,” Yendor said, shocked, “Do you think it could be?”  She gave a single nod. Whoever this person was, he meant something to a lot of people.

“And if we can’t?” I asked, hating to be pessimistic and dash my mother’s hope, ”What happens if it’s not him?”  Mom let out a heavy breath, “Then I’m a fool. But it doesn’t change our mission. We rescue those prisoners, anyway.”

I wanted it to be the person she was searching for. She needed a win after all she’d been though the past week. We all did.

Shriv confirmed that he had his team together to go to Bracca. Charth said that he would join Poe at the party with the invitation for the Ryloth ambassador. Wedge and Norra volunteered to go to Coronet City and retrieve the ships we needed. As Poe dismissed them, the pressure amplified. Three teams with three missions and the survival of the Resistance resting on their backs. While I still had doubts and there were a million ways any one of the plans could go wrong, I had faith. More than that, I had hope. I was so wrapped in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize there was a conversation happening next to me until Mom bumped me with her cane.

“Where’s your head, Commander?” Mom asked, Poe was beside her watching me carefully. Probably to make sure I wasn’t ready to fall apart, but I was far from it.

“In the future,” I answered firmly, “With the Resistance thriving.”

Mom smiled proudly, “Good answer.” She turned to leave, but Poe’s call of her name stopped her.

“What you said, about the First Order being on Ryloth,” he said, “Do you think it’s safe for you and Rieekan and the others to stay?”

She shook her head, “No. But there is no ‘somewhere safe’ for us anymore. We’ll stay as long as we can, monitor the missions and give tactical support.”

The fear was gnawing away at my stomach at the thought of the First Order figuring out where we were. I didn’t want us to get hit just as we were gaining a little bit of ground. “What happens if the First Order finds us?”  Mom sighed and patted both our arms, “Then we do what we always do, fight.”

Poe and I were left in silence, a few conversations continuing softly as people left the war room. It was a heavy thought Mom had left us with. But it caused another surge of determination to run through me, failure wasn’t an option.

“You good?” Poe asked, sliding a hand up my lower back.

“Yeah,” I replied, looking up to meet his wondering gaze, “C’mon, we’ve got work to do.”

“Hold on, speedy,” he laughed under his breath as he pulled me back to my spot, “We’ve got an important matter at hand.”

I narrowed my eyes in confusion as he took hold of both my hands. I quickly looked around to see that we were the last two people in the war room.

“It seems like I’m in need of a wife,” he said, referencing the invitation, “And I was wondering if you would do me the honor of…wait.”  Poe dropped to one knee, keeping my hands locked with his. The sincerity in his eyes made my heart flutter as we took advantage of a few seconds of intimate silence. “Y/n Solo, will you do me the honor of being my wife for the evening?”  “Poe Dameron,” I grinned, “I would love to be your one night wife.”

He let out an exaggerated exhale of relief, clutching his chest as if he’d thought I would decline. I laughed and began to pull him up, but he stayed planted on the ground.   “I think you’re forgetting something,” Poe said teasingly, squeezing my hands before releasing them. He reached around to the back of his neck, undoing the chain that lived permanently against his chest. He collected his mother’s ring in his palm and grabbed my hand again.  “Poe,” I protested hurriedly, “I can’t wear-“  “Yes,” he argued with a content smile, “You can. Even in a fake marriage, this is the only ring I’d ever consider giving you.”

I went silent as he slid the ring onto my fourth finger. It fit too perfectly, like it was made for me. I knew the history of who’d worn it before me and I hoped that had she still been alive, Shara would have approved of me. I had to remind myself it wasn’t a real proposal, no matter how much it felt like one.

Poe and I smiled softly at each other as he rose to his full height, pulling me into his arms for the hug I’d longed for since we’d arrived. I dug my head into his shoulder and took a deep breath, inhaling his comforting scent and trying to exhale every anxious thought I had.

“We need to get going,” Poe murmured, reluctantly pulling back from me.

“No, just a little longer,” I pleaded as I tightened my grip around him, “Please.”  Poe responded to my request silently by sinking back into our embrace, his warm palms seeping through my clothing to my skin. He face found its favorite place buried in my neck, pressing a few light kisses against the skin. My hands fisted the orange fabric of his flight suit. It felt like the galaxy had frozen time momentarily for us to simply hold each other. Just a few more seconds, I told myself, then we’d come back to our problems.

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A/N: If you only knew what a chaotic trio there will be in next week’s chapter...😂 I’m not even going to mess around with adding the taglist because I know tumblr will mess it up again so I’ll place it in the comments. Hope you enjoyed! 🧡

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The Honest Truth

Jack Kline x Winchester!Reader

Word Count 1,895

Warnings: mention of surgery, brief mention of blood/bodily fluids, prescription drug use (not abuse), sibling teasing, brief mention of nudity, fluff.

Request: From @mrswinchester29: “Hi please can I have a winchester sister imagine where I have my wisdom teeth taken out and I'm loopy from the medicine and they boys ask me lots of questions to get an honest response ( who scratched baby , who ate the last slice of pie , who's my favourite brother ect) and I then admit I'm in love with jack and then jack and cas tell the boys to stop and the next morning we talk about it thanks and please can you tag me when it's done xx”

A/N: I hope this is mostly accurate. I didn’t have general anesthesia when I had my wisdom teeth removed, only local anesthesia. But, I’ve had several surgeries, and I know what it’s like to wake up from anesthesia/be on pain meds. So, I based this on my experiences. Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated.

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Your brothers hovered over you, their stupid grins wider than you ever remember seeing them. The room was spinning, and… Sam had something in his teeth. You giggled and pointed, but the words didn’t quite come out as planned.

“Ha! Teethies!” you chuckled, leaning a little to the side. Damn anesthesia. Luckily someone had propped you up with pillows on each side, keeping you from falling face-first to the ground.

Dean nearly lost it as he beamed down at you. “Yes, sis. Sam has teeth—” He could barely keep from laughing. “And you’re missing a few now.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m missing my teeth?!” you shrieked through the rolled gauze that crowded your cheeks. Your hands flew to your face, instantly making contact with the ice pack that was tied around your head. You winced.

“No, Y/N. You had your wisdom teeth removed. They needed to come out,” Castiel reiterated. Where the hell did he come from?

“Dean squatted down in front of you and smiled. “Y/N, how do you feel right now?” he inquired without a hint on concern on his face.

“Uh, I feel fine,” you muttered, drooling a little onto your chin. Sam quickly wiped your chin with a paper towel.

“Any pain?”

You tried to shake your head, but everything began to spin. “Nope!”

“Good. I wouldn’t want my little sister hurting.” He was chuckling a little. You giggled with him, not quite sure what was so funny. But, just hearing his laugh made you laugh.

“I have a question, Y/N. Which one of us do you want to help take care of you until you feel better?” Dean interrogated with that usual grin. You looked between Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack, who stood behind everyone with a concerned gaze.

“Uh, Sam.” You answered bluntly. Dean scoffed and stood back up.

“Hey! I’m a great nurse!” he teased you. You shook your head a little.

“Sam’s nicer. He teases less,” you answered honestly. “He isn’t an asshole.” Everyone but you and Jack laughed.

“Hey! Be nice, Y/N,” Dean joked, rubbing your shoulder. “I’m not that bad.” He glanced over at Cas, then Sam. “But, I have to know, who stole my candy out of my desk drawer?” He smiled down at you.

You leaned back a little, then giggled. “I forgot about that!” you exclaimed in a muffled tone. You grinned. “That was me.”

Dean rolled your eyes and sighed. “I should have known.” Then, he leaned a little further in. “But what about the pie I bought last week? I put it in the fridge, but it was half gone the next morning.” He turned to Sam. “And Sam won’t eat lemon meringue.”

You furrowed your brow. “Yes, he does!” You sucked in a breath, exposing your blood-tinged gauze. “He shared with me.”

Dean’s eyes widened as he spun towards Sam. “You little fucking liar,” he snarled, shoving Sam’s shoulder. Sam swatted him.

“Dude, she’s drugged. She could be lying.” Dean shook his head, laughing.

“Oh, no. I remember when you got your wisdom teeth pulled. It was like you took a truth potion.” Dean smirked, then turned back to you.

“Alright, then.” Sam huffed, deciding to play along. “Did you steal my headphones? The good ones?” He folded his arms over his chest. “They’ve been missing for a few weeks now, and Dean has his own.”

You shook your head but couldn’t hold in the giggle. “Noooo,” you groaned. Sam just rolled his eyes.

“Yeeeees,” he countered. “I know you have them. I spotted them on your desk a few days ago.” His gaze narrowed.

“Fiiine, yes,” you confessed finally. One of your hands reached up, pressing the ice pack a little firmer against your skin.

Dean turned to Sam again and chuckled again. Sam smirked at his brother and nodded. “How about we have Cas be your nurse for the night?” Dean continued. “I’m sure you’d love to have Cas stare at you all night awkwardly from the corner of the room,” Dean teased, shooting Cas a smile. Cas didn’t return the gesture, not even offering a chuckle.

You frowned. “No, that’s creepy!” you grunted. “Sorry, love you Cas.” You nudged the irritated angel, who offered a half-smile. He was no fun.

Sam huffed a laugh. “What about Jack? Then he can stare at you all night.” You glanced over at the young half-angel, forcing your heart to race. Hmm, that wasn’t a bad idea.

“He’d see me naked when I change!” You drooled a little again, which Cas eventually wiped off your chin when Sam neglected to do so.

Dean’s eyebrow wiggled. “You don’t want Jack to see you naked?” he interrogated playfully, shooting Jack a quick glance. He looked away, his cheeks flushed.

You grinned as much as you could. “I wouldn’t mind. He’s the hot angel. Sorry, Cas.” Castiel’s eyes widened a little, but Jack’s eyes were like saucers. “Mmmm.”

You groaned a little as your jaw began to ache again. But, your brothers didn’t notice. They were too busy howling with laughter.

“Is that why you always want to be right next to him in the car? You wanna feel him against you—”

“That’s enough, Dean. She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Cas commanded, taking a step towards you. His arm slipped under your armpit and lifted you onto your feet. “She doesn’t know what’s going on. She’s still feeling the effects of the anesthesia.”

“Oh, c’mon Cas! She knows it’s a joke! Were her brothers!” Dean argued, reaching for your other arm.

Jack blocked Dean’s reach, shooting him a dark scowl. “Leave her alone! She just had surgery. She needs to rest, not answer stupid questions!” Dean took a step back, his eyes locked on Jack. But, Jack stood his ground for another few moments, allowing Cas to pull you from the scene.

Sam sighed. “He’s right, Dean. She’s high as a kite on those pain meds.”

Dean huffed. “Fine, party pooper.” Then, your older brother turned away, rolling his eyes.

A few days later, you finally felt a lot better. You were able to eat normally again, and you weren’t in any more pain. And, best of all, your mind was clear.

Everyone other than Cas had left you alone for the last few days, giving you the silence you needed to rest. Sam occasionally texted you from his room to ask if you needed anything. But, other than that, they gave you space.

But today, you were ready to venture out into the rest of the bunker.

Your stomach growled reminding you that you were fucking starving. So, you headed for the kitchen in search of lunch.

The moment you crossed the threshold, you stopped dead in your tracks. Jack stood at the counter, leaning over something that he was dishing onto a plate.

Jack turned when he heard your footsteps, greeting you with a smile.

“Hi, Y/N.” He turned, revealing his plate with two slices of pizza. He glanced down at the plate, then back at you. “Would you like a slice of pizza? Dean ordered it yesterday, and there is a lot left over.” You smiled.

“Sure, Jack. Thanks.” You watched him slide his plate onto the counter.

“How are you feeling?” he inquired, grabbing another plate.

“Back to normal, thank goodness. I never knew that having a few teeth pulled was such an ordeal.” You accepted the plate of steaming pizza from Jack, nodding in thanks.

“Glad to hear.” He grabbed his plate and headed for the small kitchen table. “That medication really affected you.” You frowned as you took the seat across from him.

“Uh, yeah. I guess it did. I don’t really remember a whole lot.” You stared down at your pizza. “I don’t really like that stuff.”

Jack took a bite, then wiped his face. “You were… really honest about a lot of things. Your brothers, mostly Dean, asked you a lot of questions.”

“What type of questions?” you snapped, suddenly not hungry. Sam and Dean were always pranking you, and always wanted to find ways to humiliate you.

Jack’s cheeks reddened a little. “Well, they asked if you stole Sam’s headphones, and who ate Dean’s candy stash.” You giggled. Of freaking course they did.

“Well, that would explain where the headphones went.” You sighed, then finally took a bite of your pizza. “What else did they ask? What my laptop password was?”

Jack remained quiet for a moment, then sighed. “They asked you who you wanted to take care of you while you recovered. At first, you said Sam because Dean is an ‘asshole’. But, Dean teased you some more and, well, you said some things about me.” Your heart nearly leapt from your chest.

“What did I say?” you deadpanned. Jack placed his pizza crust onto his plate and swallowed thickly.

“You said that you wouldn’t mind me being your nurse and seeing you naked. And, you said I was the hotter angel.” His face was bright red at this point, and he was avoiding eye contact. You were almost certain that you were going to throw up the three bites of pizza you had taken. But, after a deep breath, you calmed yourself.

“I said that, huh? Wow. It’s amazing what we say when something is altering our minds.” You stared down at your chilling pizza, unable to move. Jack was smart enough to know that you were trying to make an excuse. He knew you meant everything you said on those meds. Plus, you were still coming down from anesthesia. That combo was like Professor Snape’s truth serum.

“Yeah, it sounded like you were telling the truth about everything else.” Okay, there was no getting out of this.

“I-I was, Jack. The honest truth. I don’t think I could have lied if I tried.” You lifted your head and met his gaze.

“You think I’m hot?” Jack asked. His voice was almost painfully innocent.

You smiled. “Among other things.”

“Like what?” Jack asked with a mouthful of pizza. He seemed interested, but abnormally nonchalant about the whole thing.

“Well, you’re kind and smart. Oh, and very supportive. I always feel like you have my back no matter what I’m trying to do.”

“I do.” Jack smiled up at you, a small amount of sauce plaguing his lip.

Your fingers toyed with the edge of your plate. “I know Jack. And that’s what I love about you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” Your eyes widened painfully fast.

“W-What?”

Jack finished his last bite, then wiped his face. “I feel the same way you tdo. At least, the way I think you feel. You have romantic feelings for me, don’t you?” His striking blue eyes locked on yours. You felt oddly calm now, almost relieved.

“Yeah, Jack. I do.” His rosy lips curled into an amiable smile. You mimicked the gesture, reaching out your hand. He took it happily.

“It’s really nice to hear that from you when you’re not so… inebriated,” Jack confessed. You giggled, squeezing his hand.

“And it’s the honest truth,” you reassured him.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, completely silent. You didn’t care what the next move was, or if anyone walked in. You just held Jack’s hand in yours, grateful for the honesty that pain medication forced out of you.

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Comfort in Despair: Chapter 17 - Leon with Flowers, Part 2

Leon x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Summary:

Galar is rich in folklore and tales of the supernatural.

As a Pokemon Researcher who specialises in ghost types, this is a great opportunity for you to investigate and learn more about the paranormal.

Along the way, you meet Leon (in the most awkward way possible) who becomes embroiled in your adventures.

^ Basically this story is about ghosts :/

Rating: General/Teen

@marydragneell - here is chapter 17

Leon with Flowers

(Part 2)

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["I don't know how to describe the places I was in today, the searing pain and torment of thousands and thousands of beings, myself with them, tortured to their breaking point and then beyond. I did not want to believe that regions of such unspeakable horror existed. I moved through layer after layer of anguish, descending into more and more primitive levels until eventually I reached a level I can only liken to hell itself. Excruciating pain. The suffering tears you apart until you've died a thousand times and can't die any more. Then you find a way to die some more."

- A Perinatal Interpretation of Frightening Near-Death Experiences: A Dialogue with Kenneth Ring, by Christopher M. Bache, Ph.D.]

…

It’s time for dinner and you are starving but unfortunately for you, Graves cannot cook even if his life depended on it and so he takes you to Bob’s Your Uncle in Circhester for a swanky three dollar fifty burger meal.

You stand beside Graves with your Rotom who continues struggling to get a signal; he isn't doing so well for some reason and you're beginning to think maybe he could be ill and a trip to the Pokemon centre might be needed.

Beside you, a father and daughter duo are ordering food at the counter adjacent to yours. The dad bears a striking resemblance to Rose and is extraordinarily loud as he orders from the menu whilst his daughter cringes and glances around, hoping no-one is staring at them.

Graves is unaffected.

“Yeah, she’ll have the, uh, Bob’s cheeseburger meal with the Bob shake-shake fries and a Bob soda. I’ll have a Bob’s triple cheeseburger with extra Bob special sauce, Bob large fries, a portion of Bob nuggets and the Bob spicy wings,” he says as he leans on the counter and stares up at the menu board that hangs off the ceiling; the lightbulb is about to give way and it crackles and fizzes weakly.

Is there anything here that isn’t ‘Bob’? you wonder to yourself as the cashier reiterates the order.

Even the toilet signs are labelled ‘Bobs’ and ‘Bobettes’.

The cashier punches the order in and Graves pays, then he grabs two Bob straws and some Bob napkins and Bob-BQ sauce. He tells you to search for a seat whilst he waits for the food.

You haven’t eaten at Bob’s Your Uncle since Sonia took you a year ago or so, and the food is yummy but greasy and mostly geared towards families and kids; you find a quiet seat away from a large family of six where the exhausted-looking parents deal with their screaming children who are playing with plastic Centiskorch figurines.

And Graves arrives in a few minutes with a large tray of food.

“Here we are,” he says, placing the tray down and rubbing his hands together as you glance at the two wrapped burgers, the fries, the nuggets and wings; he begins stripping the paper covers of the Bob straws and hands one to you, “Help yourself.”

“Thanks.”

He holds up two Centiskorch figurines wrapped in plastic. “They gave me these for free. One for you and one for me.”

Although it's been a while, Graves still treats you like a baby.

You want to decline but Graves hands you one and pockets his own, then picks up his large Bob burger, inspects it briefly before taking a large bite.

“How's your arm?” he grunts out.

"I'm fine. How was your talk with Rose?"

"Oh. Right. Yeah, this is for you," Graves fumbles in his pockets before he pulls out an envelope for your taking, "I know you told me to look for the painting but we swept the entire area and found no painting made of human skin, hair and blood."

"Damn it. Rose hasn't contacted me for any follow-up nor has he mentioned anything regarding my payment."

"I covered it. You don't need to do a thing. I spoke to him about your contract and terms and conditions, also told him you're my goddaughter so we came to a mutual agreement. I managed to persuade Rose that he was being a bit too quick to penalise and you're still kids so you're bound to mess up and he agrees he's being harsh, so he says he understands your hard efforts and he says thank you for everything you've done, so he's forking out a bit more than what was on your contract. But I don't want you speaking to Rose anymore and he don't wanna talk to you either."

"I didn't mess up," you bark as you lift the flap and pull out a little piece of paper lodged inside. It's a cheque and the figure is huge. In fact, the sum is bigger than any case you've taken. Your eyes widen in their sockets at the extortionate amount and you gape at Graves.

"You did well," he says.

"This is hush money," you hiss, waving the cheque in the air.

"Just be glad you got some kind of compensation."

"What about Tanner and Cole?"

"They got paid too. The amount was less than yours, of course."

"Are you serious?! They got paid off too???" you exclaim. Graves merely blinks numbly and you growl in response, your fist curling tightly around the cheque, "I don't want it."

He narrows his eyes, puts down his burger and you know he's serious when the food is no longer his priority. Looking at you squarely in the eye, Graves jabs a finger at your direction and says, "Here's some advice: take the damn money."

"You don't understand-"

"No, I do understand. You're bitter and angry and you look like you're in the wrong. He used you and he's managed to shift it in his favour. He got away with it and I get how you're feeling, with the injustice of it all. But this is Chairman Rose of Macro Cosmos we're talking about and we have no proof of whatever shady business he was up to which you and I both know, and this is the best I could do. And I'm very sorry, but you need to accept it, okay?"

"But-"

"This is a life lesson. Learn from this."

".............Fine," you begrudgingly grunt under your breath after a prolonged and insufferable, tense bout of hesitation, and you angrily stuff the cheque into a random pocket of your bag and concentrate on devouring the rest of your meal.

The atmosphere has turned horrendous and as usual, it's because you and Graves are at odds some way or the other and an uneasy silence spawns between you and your godfather. Frustrated, you discover you may no longer have any appetite if you look at him any longer therefore you avert your gaze to the window where various passerbys with their Snoms and Bergmites brush past and Graves focuses ahead at the wall behind your head. Occasionally, he will clear his throat and grunt.

"I got a question," he suddenly says.

“What?”

“Are you dating Leon?”

You almost choke on a fry. “No.”

His expression scrunches with mild disbelief whilst you avert your glimpse to your lap and Graves raises a brow.

"I know that look. I know what that means," he says, but your lips remain sealed. "Alright, you don’t wanna tell me. That’s fine. It’s none of my business anyway. As long as you’re not doing drugs or smoking or whatever, I’m not going to pry.”

You suppose you can tell him, Graves being your godfather and all.

“Leon and I met in the Wild Area a while ago; this was before the Giant's Seat incident. He helped me with a case, and afterwards I warned him not to go near the Giant’s Seat due to the missing people. He somehow went there anyway and I saved him. He wanted to thank me so I had dinner at his house. I guess you can say it’s strictly business.”

“Business….?”

You nod. “Then I took Rose’s case and Leon came and-“

Graves waits for you to finish but you have frozen in your seat so he says, "And?”

“He came to save me,” you murmur, “That’s the first thing he did. He raced over to save me.”

He observes as a smile blooms on your face and you sigh. As you think about Leon, your smile widens.

"I know that look as well," Graves utters, brows raising a further time as he grabs a napkin and dabs at the corner of his mouth. "Well, it's about time you got yourself a boyfriend. And I'm damn relieved it's not that pal of yours, Jace. It's great that it's the Champion, I don't need to vet him."

"What do you mean?"

"I have a right to know and meet the boy you're dating. Your dad will be so worried-"

You and Graves blink at each other, before he sighs.

"You know, when you were unconscious, they said you called out for your parents a lot," he mutters, "I have a photo of them. I think you should have it.”

Placing his burger down, Graves wipes his greasy hands clean with a wet wipe before he pulls out his wallet from the pocket of his jacket and brings out a glossy print.

You take it off him after you settle your own burger down and wipe your hands. It’s a small photo of your mother and father sitting on a picnic mat with a baby bouncing on their laps. It’s you, and beside them are their pokemon: Ghastly and Sableye. You also spot a young Graves with a blonde-haired young woman to their left.

“Is that Ellen?” you ask, “your girlfriend?”

Graves raises a brow, surprised. “How’d you know?”

“I remember her.”

“I’m surprised you do.”

“I remember mum and dad mentioning her a few times. What happened to her?”

“She passed away."

“…I wasn’t aware. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“Do you mind if I ask what happened?”

“Car crash. It was a while ago, I've dealt with it.”

You wonder if this is Graves’ attempt to bond with you and your table grows quiet as Graves chews silently before he swallows down the rest of his burger.

“I don’t like to think about it,” he says when he’s finished, “…If she went to heaven or hell or not. I like to just think that she’s…well…that’s it. It’s over. You’re gone. There’s nothing. It’s…a simulation or something. I don’t like to think about what’s on the other side. I don’t want to think about returning to this earth. This is hell, I believe. This is punishment.”

Aware that you’re discussing with Graves about mortality and this is the most he’s spoken to you about the great beyond, you sit up properly in your seat for a change.

“There are accounts from those who experience NDE’s-“

“What’s that?”

“'Near Death Experience'.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, these accounts insinuate the existence of a heaven and hell. There are some who saw a light or experienced overwhelming peace, and then there are those who describe descending into an unending darkness and hearing the most inhumane noises known to man. And lastly, some saw nothing but darkness and a hoofed creature.”

“Good grief,” Graves chokes out, and he looks uncomfortable so you decide to stop.

“Try not to see it that way,” you add in an attempt to lighten the gloomy atmosphere, “life is too short. Make the most of it while you can.”

Graves wipes at his forehead with a clean napkin before he nods briefly. “Listen, kid, I’m sorry if you ever felt like I wasn’t there for you or if I didn’t do enough. I think about that night and I...I miss your father a lot. I miss your family. And I know you’re still mourning for them,” he says, “I know.”

"I-"

Rotom flies from your pocket and zooms into the air, grinning widely. "I'm baaaaaack! ZZzzzignal!!! Bzz bzz bzz! Zrttt! Oh my dayzzz, you've received five mezzagezzz and three mizzzzed callzzzz from Le-Le-Le-Leon!"

"Uh...Is your phone okay?"

"Yeah, he's just excited."

You grab Rotom and he allows you to check what Leon has sent you: he tells you he dropped by the hospital but you had left. He's been trying to reach you and he called Sonia but she doesn't know where you are either. You quickly type a reply, apologising for not being able to reply on time and that Graves had picked you up.

"Graves, can we go?" you ask, when you finish replying and Rotom moves to hover near your shoulder with a huge grin on his face.

Your godfather grunts under his breath. "Fine, let me finish the fries first..."

After dinner, it’s getting late and although you're desperate to go home, Graves asks if you want to stay over. Graves has a house in Wyndon and he does have a room for you should you ever decide to stay with him but you decline because you’re used to staying with Magnolia and Sonia. Regardless, he tells you the room is available for you should you ever need it.

He drives you to Wedgehurst, navigating his car over the bumpy road of Route 2 and he drops you off at the doorstep of the quaint house, parking the car beside the lawn; the front door subsequently opens upon your arrival and Magnolia comes hobbling out followed by Sonia, Poltea and Cutie.

You all share an embrace as Graves exits the car to open the boot to grab your possessions.

“Thank you, Inspector Graves,” Magnolia says as Graves waddles up with your bag slung over his shoulder.

“It’s nothing,” he says; he’s so tall he towers over your entire group.

“Would you like to stay for tea?”

“We already ate,” Graves says with a guffaw.

Everyone heads inside; Magnolia and Graves bring their conversation to the conservatory whilst Sonia helps you with your bag and you head upstairs together.

“You seem to be getting along better,” she comments as you climb the steps with the pokemon clinging to your shoulders.

“He’s trying his best,” you reply as Cutiefly nuzzles your cheek affectionately.

“Leon popped by earlier,” Sonia says, “He said he wasn't able to reach you and was dying to know if you were back home or not. When I said you weren’t, he left with Charizard. He looked really sad.”

"Yeah, I've had terrible signal problems all day," you reply, and Sonia raises a brow.

“I knew there was something going on between you,” she replies, before she flashes you a wide grin. “Don’t leave him hanging.”

“I already messaged him, Sonnie, don’t worry.”

Once you’re in your shared bedroom, Sonia plops down on her bed with a sigh and your shadow contorts in bizarre fashion; this can only mean one thing, and Gengar promptly emerges. He seems happier to be back home than in the hospital.

“Hey Gengar,” you say, whilst he swims around in the air, carefree. You rummage through your bag to find Mimikyu and Runerigus’ capsule and proceed to let them out.

Runerigus is the newest addition to your team and although you’re a little anxious to release him, Tanner has informed you he is a ‘chill guy’, which is a little odd to describe a pokemon but you take Tanner’s words to heart as the stone pokemon emerges before you.

You were under the impression that he would be quite a large and intimidating pokemon but he is in fact, shorter than Gengar who looms over it. From what you know about Runerigus, they're solitary pokemon who can live for many years and their bodies consist of the grey slabs pieced together by cursed shadow matter. Your team is growing bigger but nevertheless your pokemon gather round and Sonia leaps from the bed to stand behind you, peering over your shoulders.

“Oh, a Runerigus…Where’d you get him from?” she asks as Runerigus looks around his surroundings cautiously.

“From a painting made out of human skin, hair and blood,” you reply, and she shudders violently, “I heard he’s nice.”

“Okay….”

You focus on the pokemon and say, “Welcome,” as Runerigus exchanges glances between all of you, “I hope you like it here.”

Looking right and left with its single purple eye, it clasps its large hands together and nods. It appears to be trying to communicate as it continues shifting its gaze up and down until it spots Leon’s poster on your wall and appears stunned, glancing at his image. It shuffles over, its rocky body dragging against the floorboards and emitting sounds identical to a fork scraping on a plate; Sonia clamps her hands over her ears from the deafening noise.

It stops in front of Leon’s poster and turns to you, pointing at it eagerly.

“Ohh, I get it. You need something to haunt,” you say, and it nods fiercely. “Go ahead.”

It flaps its arms up and down energetically before it inspects Leon’s print from head to toe, then it proceeds to spring up and off the ground and dives for the poster; you and Sonia stare with widened eyes; instead of crashing into the wall, it dissolves inside and the poster ripples.

Leon’s eye, which was once a beautiful golden hue, converts to a brutal shade of violet.

“Are you sure about this?” Sonia asks, cocking her head and crossing her arms with her finger under her chin.

You nod as Runerigus looks around before his eye creases with content. “Yep. He looks right at home. I'm fine with that.”

“As long as he doesn’t peep on us whilst we’re changing, I’m fine too.” Sonia adds.

Runerigus rolls his single eye.

As the evening progresses, Runerigus returns to his capsule after hanging around in Leon's poster for a while, Graves bids farewell after he's chatted with the professor and returns home, Magnolia goes to sleep and Sonia asks if you want to go with her to attend some exclusive makeup event with Nessa that’s taking place in Hotel Ionia. You politely decline because you want to spend some time with your Pokemon.

Therefore, you are alone and left to your own devices and you haven't received any response from Leon yet and you don't know where he is or what he's up to. However, instead of waiting around like a lovesick Lillipup, you opt to be productive and since you’re no longer going to take on any cases for the time being, you make some edits to your homepage, outlining that you will go on a much needed hiatus.

You also begin packing away some of your tools, namely the Khira dagger and your talismans which you tuck away into a safety box that you keep under the bed.

With Graves’ photo, you place it inside the box where it joins a small stash of old, salvaged photographs.

One photograph depicts your parents on their wedding day and the other is the last photo you took together as a family: a trip to Dendemille Town with a rented RV. You rub your thumb gently over their smiling faces.

Another photograph contains yourself and Jace. Not only did you have a questionable hairstyle and fashion sense but you appear jaded with a timid smile whilst Jace is grinning and shaking your hand, marking the beginning of a long-lasting friendship. Considering how long you have been friends, it’s then you realise Jace isn’t exactly the best candidate to take over should anything happen to you and you will need to find someone else….but that’s a thought for another day, you suppose.

Next, you grab your old journal where you had detailed Ezra’s teachings and all the symbols and exorcism prayers he taught you. You flip through the notes you made on pronunciation, translations and all your trials and errors and your mistakes.

As you continue packing, you pull out your radio and dad's journal from your bag which you will continue to keep with you for now.

Although you're not going to take on any cases, you head to the Pokemon research lab with the pokemon to conduct some research on Mimikyu and her speech capabilities.

The walk doesn’t take long and recalling that people actively call you the Witch of Wedgehurst behind your back, it is uncomfortable to make eye contact with anyone along the way and you pull the hood over your head, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your garment and keep your head down.

Once you arrive, you unlock the door, head inside and meander to your work space.

As usual, your desk is rather dusty and your whiteboard is still in the same place where you had left it a while ago; the pictures of the missing gym challengers and the map of the Wild Area are still fastened over the surface.

Although you hesitate for a split second as you scrutinise their smiling faces, you quietly remove them and tidy the photos away in one of your drawers before you grab an eraser and scrub away your notes, bullet points and other various scribbles. Once the board is cleared, you use a black marker pen and on the newly cleaned space, write some letters of the alphabet on the whiteboard as large as you can and set up three chairs for the pokemon for your experiment.

Releasing them, Gengar and Mimikyu sit down whilst Runerigus hops up on the seat and his head almost hits one of the low-hanging lights which makes you grimace. Nevertheless, he clamps his hands together patiently and since he’s been under your care, he has been a rather docile pokemon despite living in a human skin slash hair portrait.

You glance at your pokemon one by one and smile. “Hi everyone, thanks for joining me today. We're not going to work on any cases for the time being so now that I have some downtime, I’d like to test your ability to speak. I’m aware Mimi can say a lot already, but I’d appreciate if everyone can join in.”

Everyone nods and you grab one of Magnolia’s wooden canes from the side, using it to tap the first letter which represents A.

“This is the letter ‘A’,” you pronounce it loud and clearly for them, “Mimi, I’d like you to go first. Repeat after me.”

“A,” says Mimi, with virtually no problem whatsoever.

“Good job,” you reply and Mimikyu giggles, wiggling two tendrils happily in the air.

Now it’s Gengar’s turn.

He struggles, clenching his teeth viciously before he grunts out, “Geng-ah.”

“Not bad. but try saying ‘ah’ first.”

”Ah-geng,” says Gengar, and Mimikyu lets out a snort of laughter.

“Runerigus?”

Everyone turns to the grudge pokemon next and Runerigus has been silent the entire time; however, you're amazed when he emits a rather high-pitched, grating shriek from somewhere.

“Screeeee……!!!”

You, Gengar and Mimikyu uncontrollably wince until he stops.

"Scree?"

“Interesting," you murmur under your breath, "And this is the letter ‘B’…Runerigus, do you want to have a go?"

“Screeeee……screeeee-eee-ee!!!” Runerigus shrieks wildly as he flaps his hands up and down. As though aware he is unable to properly pronounce, Runerigus blinks for a fraction for a second and tries again, “SCREEEEE!!!”

“Mi mi!!! Mi mi mi mimikyuu!” Mimikyu jumps up and down in her seat and rants heavily in response to Runerigus’ screeching, pointing her claws at him accusingly.

“Calm down, it’s not his fault,” you say, as tensions run high.

Poor thing, beads of sweat begin dotting the stone slab and so unfortunately, you agree he should stop.

It’s Gengar’s turn now, and he says, “Beng-ar.”

You take down notes in your journal, scribbling down how Runerigus has zero speech capabilities and Gengar can only say his species name with mild alterations despite possessing human teeth and a human tongue.

Mimikyu on the other hand, can pronounce the letters perfectly and proceeds to recite much of the alphabet with very little trouble. She tells you she learned some words when she watched TV whilst pretending to be some kid's toy. She smugly dances and happily twirls in her seat whilst Runerigus and Gengar are totally defeated and throws their limp gazes to the floor.

“Guys, it’s okay,” you try to cheer them up but they look at you sadly.

The pokemon are dejected despite your reassurance and a twang of guilt hits you in the gut until a gentle knock on the door captures your attention. Looking away from your unhappy pokemon, the door to the research lab squeaks open and a purple-haired young man enters the establishment with Charizard trailing after him.

You freeze on the spot and the atmosphere in the lab becomes intense in nanoseconds. Your heart jumps in your throat upon his arrival and he glances at his surroundings before his gaze lands on you as you stand limply by the whiteboard and once his golden eyes meets yours, you struggle with your breath as your cheeks grow warm, your gut clinching uncomfortably.

It's Leon.

He's here.

He's finally here.

You swallow down the growing lump in your throat as he carefully strides over with his hands behind his back.

He's in a new shirt. The muscles in his arms seem to bulge more than ever. His hair looks longer, more tame. Did he always smile at you like that? Did he always look at you like that? You are noticing these little things about him all of a sudden though you're unsure why.

“H-hi Leon,” you stutter out whilst you tuck a loose lock of hair behind your ear that falls in front of your eyes, “What are you doing here?”

It’s happening. It’s happening all over again. The blushing, the stammering, the racing heart, the butterfrees dancing in the stomach. It shouldn't be happening, but it is.

And then you remember the almost-kiss.

As you fret on the spot, Leon says, “I-I came by the house but no-one came to the door so I...I thought I’d find you here.”

He's stammering too, his voice laced with nervousness.

It's not just you.

Leon anxiously steps closer, his light footsteps echoing audibly over the lab's pristine floor; he stops a short distance from you and shoots a quick glance at your pokemon in their little chairs in front of the whiteboard with all letters of the alphabet and chuckles, “What’s this? Pokemon School?”

“Um…Sort of. Mimi can speak human language so I wanted to test the others too...”

“That sounds interesting, how’s it going so far?”

“…S’okay,” is your timid reply as you clutch the cane to your chest with both hands and shift your gaze to the side.

He smiles warmly at you and as you dare to look up, your eyes meet for a second and simultaneously, you both look away. Whilst you hastily cast your glance to one of the bookshelves on the second floor, Leon throws his glimpse to a random potted plant in the corner.

Clearing his throat loudly, he stands with his hands gingerly placed behind his back. In fact, he’s been holding his hands behind his back the entire time. He appears to be puffing his chest out a little.

“I went to the hospital; I wanted to visit you but you weren’t there."

You nod. Your gazes meet but this time, you do your best not to look away and neither does he. “Yeah…I got discharged and Rotom couldn't get any signal until just there. Sorry.”

His expression lights up when he realises you do not look away and you witness him falter slightly on the spot under your piercing stare and he lets out a nervous-sounding laugh. "Ah, it's okay, there's no need to apologise. I took too long and couldn't find the time to go and see you. I should be the one apologising."

You shake your head.

There is another quiet moment between you two albeit not an uncomfortable one as you stand near one another, staring; Leon’s voice seems to have gone into hiding as you smile at him and his smile widens too before he murmurs, “I, uh…I wanted to give these to you."

He reveals his hands, slowly lifting them out and presenting a large bouquet of beautiful, multi-coloured flowers from behind his back.

Your eyes widen thoroughly; you were not expecting this at all.

Gengar gawks whilst Mimikyu blinks. Charizard wheezes and chortles and Runerigus flings glances between you and the Champion.

“Um, I….I hope you like them," he stutters, coughing into his fist briefly.

Leon has brought you flowers.

Choosing to lurk behind the plethora of florets, he does not see you gently reaching for the bouquet, and your fingers brush together accidentally; he stiffens all over as you wrap your hands firmly around the light pink cellophane wrapper before you gently lift it out of Leon’s grasp. He watches as your eyes sparkle with delight, the corner of your lips curling into a fond smile as you carefully run a finger over the petal of a delicate looking lilac flower.

“They’re beautiful,” you murmur softly, “Thank you, Leon.”

His confidence fully restored by your words, Leon grins widely and he takes a small step forwards; however, he's also quick to change his mind, clearing his throat once more and returning to his previous spot. With freed hands, he removes his cap and cradles it gingerly in front of his chest, his messy hair sticking in all sorts of directions.

“I’m sorry, I would do this better if I knew how.”

"Do what?”

“Courting you."

You blink wide-eyed as your gazes lock together once again before you decide to bring the bouquet closer to you, covering as much of your face as you can behind the flowers.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I asked the florist for help,” he admits as he hides his lower face behind his cap, cheeks growing red.

You’re both hiding behind whatever you can get your hands on.

And he’s blushing again, which you think is cute but so are you; your face is also heating up uncontrollably.

“T-thank you, that’s very thoughtful,” you reply with a shaky but excited lilt embedded into your voice, “do you want to stay? I can make some tea….”

Leon’s expression dampens at once.

“………I can’t,” he almost groans aloud, “I have a busy night ahead.”

“Oh, well…maybe another time then.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“S-sure.”

“No problem.”

"Perhaps...you'd like to go camping with me again?"

"I'd love to."

"Great!"

"Just let me know when you're free."

"O-of course."

Once again, a sea of silence blankets the two of you until Charizard taps Leon on the shoulder and snorts loudly, his snout emitting short puffs of air. He jerks his head towards the door, growling.

“Right, I’d best be off now…I’ll see you,” Leon mutters, and you nod.

“Bye, Leon.”

“Goodbye.”

Leon returns his cap over his head, adjusting it properly; he stares intently at you and an immense bloom of joy swells within your chest as you clutch the flowers to yourself. Swept up by the longing depth of his gaze, you hide your face behind the flowers once again. Your cheeks are so hot, even the petals feel warm. He’s only forced to stop looking at you when Charizard taps him on his shoulder once more, indicating that they need to return to their duties.

"Goodnight," he says, with a widening grin.

"Goodnight."

Reluctantly, Leon turns away. As he makes his way to the exit, he will occasionally turn round and smile at you and Charizard will wave and you wave back; the flame pokemon waddles after his trainer and you watch as they both leave the lab, but not before Leon subjects you to one last look over his shoulder.

You’re finally able to breathe normally when the door closes behind them and Gengar and Mimikyu titter loudly in their seats whilst Runerigus slams his rocky tail against the floor with glee.

“Class dismissed,” you utter, and the pokemon are free to do as they please as you glance down at the bouquet in your hands.

Smiling, you lean down and take a quick whiff.

They smell heavenly.

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#leon #dande #reader #reader insert #fanfic #fic #archive of our own #pkmn #pokemon #pokemon sword #pokemon shield #pokemon sword and shield #jeralee

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Why Jihyun is a horrible person vs Kyujin (used here as a comparison) - part 1

This is quite a long post, so be patient with me. Also, FULL SPOILERS.

I am here again to talk about Oryu’s manhwa “Back to School” (or “Returning Student”) and to mostly vent my thoughts about Jihyun and how he is depicted.

Now, I know many manga have interactions between characters that are seemingly violent/forceful, but the narrative of the story wants to depict them in a positive way. I don’t think this is the case. In this manhwa we have two “love interests”, one is Jihyun and one is Kyujin. And we can use both Kyujin’s behavior and Chiwoo’s reactions to see that the author intended to show that Jihyun is not a good person.

This long post has all the warnings, from threats, to gaslighting, to abuse and rape, please, be mindful and careful.

I will also use J and K instead of the full names, because I have terrible spelling! Remember, J is the bad one.

THE FIRST ENCOUNTER

J is reunited with Chiwoo in chapter 4. Up till now we know that J. is aware of the fact that Chiwoo changed school, moved away and purposefully did not tell him where. Part of him thinks it is because of the murder charge (and he believes Chiwoo thinks he is guilty), and this because he doesn’t seem to comprehend that Chiwoo might have agency or personal feelings about being subjected to sexual assault.

So, J knows Chiwoo has moved away (even remarks it, telling him not to run), and yet, his first reaction is hugging Chiwoo.

Chiwoo's reaction is this:

Anyone around them can see that Chiwoo is distressed, from a random professor, to K, who comes running. Yet, Chiwoo’s relationship with J has always been warped, and Chiwoo knows that J is more than able and willing to cause him trouble (example. beating up people who might show kindness to Chiwoo), so, with an absolutely HEARTBREAKINg look of resignation, Chiwoo tells everyone that it is okay, J is his friend.

J then proceeds to drag Chiwoo away and ignore about 5 or 6 “Stops”, before proceeding to kiss him. He lets go of him only when Chiwoo bites him and pushes him away. Chiwoo has to literally draw blood. And this is the reaction:

This is not surprise, this is panic (see the dizzy, and the feeling of throwing up).

And yet, even this time, J's concern is always for himself, as usual. His reaction is annoyance. After having dragged Chiwoo to a secluded place, kissed him against his will, admitted that he knew Chiwoo probably wants to run, his reaction is "I am about to get really pissed, how can you treat me like this?". J said sorry, he has said sorry so he expects Chiwoo to accept the apology and act naturally. And here, I think, there is the core of his character.

I don't think J ever thought Chiwoo was blameless. He is telling the truth here, he does think that Chiwoo's attempts to ignore his past "I like you" were the cause of his rapist behavior. Nothing clearer than some quite obvious victim blaming, here.

The interaction is interrupted only because J has to go, and you can see the way he positions his hand (on the side of Chiwoo's head) to trap him. Chiwoo is LITERALLY FROZEN IN FEAR. And from this point onward, he expresses both a dislike to being touched and an uneasy anxiety at the idea of going to school (when he finds out J joined his school).

This is how the author wants us to look at their first interaction in the comic. Absolute egoism, blindness, from J’s part, and frozen fear from Chiwoo’s part.

Ah yes, the good look of a love interest, trapping your terrified lover against a wall, and dismissing his fear at looking at you or being around you, because that is not important. J’s feelings, his need to be around Chiwoo is more important than anything Chiwoo might say or need.

FIRST KYUJIN PARENTHESIS

Now let's compare the interactions between Chiwoo and J, with what happens next with Chiwoo and K. We have seen J escalating the level of threats at Chiwoo's refusal to be touched. Chiwoo says let go, J drags him away, and even warns him that the threatening level could be worse (that "I am about to get pissed").

This is rooted in something deeper in their relationship and it smells of usual behavior.

Later on, we see Chiwoo yelling at K not to touch him, when K touches his shoulder, probably reminding Chiwoo of J's presence. K is hurt by the vehemence, but OBEYS Chiwoo's wishes, and Chiwoo spends the rest of the day stressing about how to apologize to him. He later finds out that K is not mad at all, but his distant behavior has probably been due to worry.

Let me rephrase this. J has Chiwoo right in front of him, trembling in fear, and he doesn't feel even a LITTLE BIT of worry. K sees that Chiwoo has been distressed when nearby J, and immediately is worried.

My favorite part of this first parallelism is the consent to being touched. At one point, K hugs Chiwoo and when Chiwoo seems mad, he promises him that he will ask permission in the future.

K is also quite careful and doesn’t seem to think J’s continuous touching of Chiwoo is anything playful.

Chiwoo is not even looking at K here, because he knows J quite well, and he knows that J is ready to fight after being told what to do or not to do. So here is when Chiwoo has to literally RESIGN himself at being around J, to try to keep his new friend K out of trouble.

And his resignation seeps into his nightmares and then into his anxiety, so much that he skips school so that for ONE DAY he doesn’t have to see J.

I can FEEL that J thinks this (= Chiwoo accepting to be friendly with him) means that he is forgiven, that things are going back to normal. But the readers know what is happening and that Chiwoo already had part of his character development here, because he knows J is only doing what he wants, getting what he wants, without caring for anyone else. So he is already past the idea that any apology from J is sincere or need to be accepted.

THE PHONE NUMBER

Compared to the veiled threats of what we see between Chiwoo and J (of what the author wants us to see), the relationship between K and Chiwoo is much more “usual school romance”, why K stressing over the idea that J could be a rival, and asking for Chiwoo’s number, and backing down when asked.

I want to particularly highlight this part, because the panels are one after the other, which shows that they must be read one in the context of the other.

We have here K, asking for Chiwoo’s number:

And just after, here we have J somehow having managed to get or find Chiwoo’s number and telling him:

FRIENDS

I just wanted to also point out the different way J and K interact with Chiwoo when other people are around.

In the PAST we see that J does everything he can to keep Chiwoo isolated, from beating up a guy who could have become Chiwoo’s friend, to sleeping with Chiwoo’s date. And sorry after sorry, Chiwoo has no one else but J, so he forgives him.

Now in the PRESENT, we see that J starts to do the same thing. Literally putting himself between Chiwoo and his classmates (who, let me say, have started to warm up to Chiwoo thanks to K)

He also beat up a guy, and uses it as a way to coerce Chiwoo into paying attention to him.

Yes, what a classic move! When you are in love with someone and threaten their friends so that your lover knows they are being punished for ignoring you!

ASSAULT #2

The next day, Chiwoo finds J out of his house. I call this scene assault #2 because this is what it is. Chiwoo realizes, once more, that there are no words that can get through to J.

He has tried with the no, and now he reiterates with expressing WHY he wishes J could listen to him. He EXPLICITLY tells J that J’s presence makes him feel like shit. This interaction happens around chapter 13, and is just after Chiwoo has spent the day with K.

Here, J DEMANDS to know what he can do to be forgiven, as if Chiwoo is a toy that used to function in a certain way, but now doesn’t give the appropriate responses at the appropriate command.

This is also absolutely dreadful, so I am not going to post screencaps, but there is NOTHING romantic about the feeling of being trapped and the dread that is drawn into Chiwoo, the moment he realizes he is going to be alone in the house with J.

And the focus here is: J keeps pretending to not know why Chiwoo hates him, why Chiwoo cannot accept his apology, but the moment Chiwoo’s mother leaves, J perfectly knows that the threat of a second assault is terrifying and realistic. This horrible scene is even worse when compared with the images of K angsting about his teenage crush on Chiwoo.

ALSO, I counted them. Chiwoo says stop 5 times and let go 2 times.

While J has been pretending to not know what upset Chiwoo, he has been knowing all along that the assault has scarred Chiwoo and does scare him to death, because he makes the direct connection of “You have been ignoring me, now I can ignore your no, and see, this is what happens, I told you to be careful”.

THIS IS MY MAIN POINT. Here, like in the past, there is no love in J’s actions, the assault is not a moment of passion, but a punishment. Now for having been ignored, then for having been ignored.

Luckily, this time, he stops, when he sees Chiwoo crying, but it is like he doesn’t SEE. He is wounded that Chiwoo would treat him like this, would speak to him like this, he WARNS him again to be careful with his words while literally looming over him.

J at this point realizes that he still has to earn his usual forgiveness, he thinks he knows how this goes along, he just needs to do be around Chiwoo, like usual, and Chiwoo one day will forgive him.

And this is it, this is the most terrifying part. Chiwoo had just went through another traumatic experienced, caused by J, and flashbacks of being raped by J, and what J tells him is

It hurts MY feelings. This is classic narcissistic abuser, manipulating people into looking at him as the victim, into pitying him.

Luckily, this time Chiwoo catches up on it, and out of his thoughts we have the confirmation that this is what J does, abuses and then asks for pity and forgiveness.

OTHER SMALL THINGS

- Just the way the whole panel turns dark and gloomy, when Chiwoo thinks about J.

- Also, none of these messages from J exudes worry. One of them specifically says “Who are you with?”

And look at the difference between the messages K sends him:

- The way the interaction between K and Chiwoo are drawn. There are no black gloomy panels, no flinching. Chiwoo actually smiles

- The way Chiwoo remarks multiple time his frustration at trying to talk with J and how J just doesn’t want to hear him

KEEP READING (part 2)

#chiwoo #back to school manhwa #oryu #back to school #manhwa #ranting

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tomakeitbeautifultolive · 4 years

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hi! I was reading through some of your theories and saw the one where you briefly mention dany "opening her third eye" while she's tripping in the dothraki sea. it got me to thinking about other characters who've had their "eyes opened", like bran when he was in a coma in AGOT and that scene in ACOK where jon is warging/dreaming and he comes across bran as a weirwood tree(?) & tries to get jon to open his third eye right? have any thoughts as to what these scenes say about their arcs? (1/2)

(2/2) have you noticed something like this happening to any other characters? thanks!! I just love reading your thoughts on the books and what will happen, I think they're very well thought-out and accurate

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Oh, anon! What a great question that gets me all tingly for canon again. And first, let me thank you for your compliments! I know I tend to think a little outside the box on a lot of aspects about the book... and my theories are not very popular lmao So I'm always over the moon whenever someone actually appreciates them ♥

First, I love that Bran's third eye is literally being pecked open by the crow. But there's a pretty interesting takeaway from his dream:

"He lifted his eyes and saw clear across the narrow sea, to the Free Cities and the green Dothraki sea and beyond, to Vaes Dothrak under its mountain, to the fabled lands of the Jade Sea, to Asshai by the Shadow, where dragons stirred beneath the sunrise."

Naturally, this makes you think of Daenerys. Bran is basically checking out all the places she's been (plus Asshai), and he specifically mentions dragons. Which is especially curious considering he's being taught how to fly and being told things like "there are different kinds of wings".

"You will never walk again, Bran," the pale lips promised, "but you will fly."

And very much unlike the worst season in television history, I don't think this means just a handful of crows, rather pointlessly, for lack of anything better to do while waiting patiently in the godswood while everyone else saves the world. (What an insult to Bran, I mean come on.)

Now, because of that divisive season, my opinions on Bran and Jon have become suddenly controversial. That said, though I think most people accept that if there really are three heads of the dragon, that Jon, a Targaryen, must be one of them... but the third, in my opinion, is Bran.

And sorry, but... in a book about dragons, "you will fly" better not be about fucking birds.

Anyway.

When it comes to the Others, they're mostly mentioned in Bran, Jon, and Sam's POVs. But then, curiously, after Dany opens her third eye, first thing she does upon waking up is think about the Wall of Westeros. It's a hint that her true business in Westeros isn't what she thinks it is (which right now, is more or less a hereditary calling thrust upon her by Viserys). And that's why Bran got a little glimpse into her world while in his coma - because they're connected too, though perhaps not as strongly or overtly as Jon and Daenerys.

Of course, I believe (with about 70% certainty) that Daenerys and Bran Stark are half-siblings. For me, this gives them a natural connection. I bring this up because it definitely shapes how I interpret a lot of this information. Now, I could be desperately wrong about that theory (as everyone itches to tell me), but what I'm not wrong about - is that Dany is a skinchanger (e.g."A daring she had never known filled Daenerys then, and she gave the filly her head"), and how much connection the Starks actually have to dragons. And that's important in the context of Dany opening her third eye and touching Jon/Ghost.

Side-rant: I'm often asked what the point of Dany being a Stark would even be... since for most, it takes away from the story in some way, as they know it. But if the final "boss" of the series is the Night's King - then it would make sense (to me, anyway), that the three people who possess the necessary powers to either defeat or reason with him - all share (Stark) blood with him. I mean, there's a reason Rhaegar Targaryen chose a Stark to make his promised prince with, right? I must reiterate that this doesn't somehow take away the power of Targaryen blood, nor does it make Dany a "rando". What it does is actually subvert expectations.

But back to Bran. Old Nan tells us all crows are liars. Of course, I believe this means the three-eyed crow. I don't know how many of my theories you're familiar with, but, I don't believe R'hllor is an actual god. I think it might just be the Night's King or a very powerful Other. And that's why Bran and the three-eyed crow look like enemies in Melisandre's eyes. And that's why Melisandre wants to burn the weirwood trees - because nothing burns hotter than the cold.

I believe Night's King was who GRRM was referencing with the "a villain is a hero to the other side" quote, not Daenerys (I mean the 'other' side, eh?) This is a race of humans that have been 'othered' to the point where a 700-foot wall was constructed as a protective barrier from them, and they're used as a common curse - 'others take you'. Yet we know that things are never that black-and-white in Planetos.

What exactly happens between the Others and Bran, Dany, and Jon remains to be seen, but there's got to be a reason why Bran's on his way to becoming the most powerful greenseer and learning the truth about the Stark's dark past, and why Dany and Jon have arcs so heavily based around adaptation, conciliation, and liberation...

Whoa, bit of a tangent there. Oops...

As for other characters having these open third-eye moments - Jojen definitely, and absolutely the Ghost of High Heart and Patchface, maybe Old Nan. The only other POV character I can think of would be Jaime, who happened to be resting on weirwood at the time - but that's the only other POV character I can think of - unless you count Melisandre... which honestly, I don't. To her credit, though, she tries real hard, but she's not quite there.

Oh, oh, oh! One last thing. About Jon and his third eye... When he encounters Bran as a weirwood tree, he says:

"Don't be afraid, I like it in the dark. No one can see you, but you can see them."

Makes me wonder if a brush with the 'other side' might be the push Jon needs to open that third eye of his. After all, a brush with death is how it first happened for Bran, eh? I can’t wait to see what the darkness reveals to Jon.

And actually, this brings me back to Daenerys... and let me use this as a chance to shout-out a marvelous meta about all of her connections to gGhosts written by the ever-insightful @tatticstudio55. Please please give it a read! It blew my mind! Here's the link.

Thanks for the ask! ♥

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islands-of-gay-deactivated · 3 years

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It’s A Start

In this plot, Brooke starts talking to her father again and they make up or something like that. This story will also tap into another head canon I have for Brooke that has not been talked about, so that will be explained later, most likely in a separate post.

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She stared blankly at the piece of mail in her hands. She had no idea what the contents were, nor what was inscribed on the front. All she knew was that the letter was from her father. The man she had, up until recently, not spoken to for 48 years. She sighed and sliced it open, grabbing what appeared to be a letter from within the envelope. Written on the piece of paper was one sentence, which read ‘Meet me at the docks, 17:00, Nov. 14th’. One simple sentence that could change the last 48 years, for better or for worse. She raised an eyebrow at the message, unsure as to what he could possibly want. Most times when he needed something, he would go through one of her coworkers or siblings to get the info across. So for him to up and have a letter delivered to her house, which he did not have the address to, was rather suspicious. She looked at the time, ‘16:10’. She groaned at the sight of the clock. If she wanted to get there on time, she would have to leave at that moment, so that’s what she did. She threw on her coat and set off to meet her father at the docks, a place the two of them hadn’t been together in years.

Once arriving at the docks, she started to look around for her sperm donor, as she had been calling him around her sister. Brooke had no idea where she would find the man, but as she was looking around, she smacked into someone who was walking. She stumbled backwards, apologizing, not really looking up until a familiar voice spoke up.

“Long time no see, Brooklyn.” Her father said, voice mostly void of emotion. She frowned and stepped backwards.

“Likewise.” She said shortly. She was not looking forward to any conversation she would have with him. Mainly because the last time they actually spoke face to face, they had a blow up argument. They stood there in awkward silence before her father cleared his throat.

“Shall we walk?” He asked, sounding almost hopeful. All she did was nod as the two started walking.

They walked along the docks, past the cargo ships and farther into the archipelago, leaving Beckholmen and wandering into a park on Djurgården. It was a rather serene location, as the birds were chirping, the wind was blowing softly through the trees and the water birds were resting on a nearby pond. They stopped at the first bench that overlooked the pond, sitting down...on opposite sides of the bench. They sat in silence watching the world go by before her father spoke up once more.

“I’m sorry.”

Brooke stared blankly at her father, as she couldn’t believe what she just heard.

“What?” She asked, wanting clarification on what he said. He sighed and looked over at her.

“I said, I am sorry.” He reiterated. It looked like he was about to say more, but he held off as some joggers ran by. Brooke took the moment to speak instead.

“So, you are apologizing for what? Being an absent father? Leaving me alone with a psychopath? Choosing your boyfriend's affair baby over your actual blood? Allowing Elain to make me a weapon of war against my will?” She stated, scoffing.

“Brooklyn, I-”

“Nej, I am not done yet. To be honest, I am not sure why you are even bothering to apologize. It’s been 48 years. You chose your side by ignoring everything that Aaron had done to me. You chose your side long ago, when you would leave me with Lukas for long periods of time, or when you would let that devil woman whip Kalle and I for ‘not being good enough’, or my personal favorite, when you vanished for a year after the bloodbath. You left me all alone when I needed you most. You left me to Kalmar’s torture and went god knows where with Tino. Only damn issue is you forgot your children, ya know, the small humans you decided to raise? Although you didn’t raise us much. You left most of that to Lukas, who for as long as I’ve been around you all, has been more of a father then you have. He was there after the bloodbath to make sure I didn’t die after what Kalmar did to me. He was there when I would get hurt, or when I would need help. But where were you? No one knew. Not even Tino knew where you would run off to.”

“Fuck, you weren’t even around after we left the union. I would probably be more understanding if you even tried to make an effort after we left, but nope! You just pawned us off onto Elain who was almost as unavailable as you were.” She spat, trying her damned hardest to keep her composure, although it probably wouldn’t last much longer. “I tried...so hard, to get your approval, when it didn’t even matter. Why would it matter if you were never around? You weren’t around then, so why would you be around even if I was the perfect daughter. You never showed up to meetings, I had to jump through hoops just to get information from you and to make things worse, you married me off to the first man who showed any interest in me! It’s almost like you have purposefully avoided me since I was born.” She sighed. “So why, why now, almost 50 years later, have you decided to make up?”

“Because I regret the choice that I made. I realize that this most likely will not change anything, but I thought you should know. I regret choosing Aaron over you. I regret not listening to you when you tried to tell me about what he did. I should have listened, but I chose to ignore it for my own selfish wants. I regret not being around when you were growing up. It wasn’t right of me to force you onto Lukas nor was it right for me to just vanish like I had been doing. I will admit, I struggled after you were born. I was left alone with you after your mother ran off, with no support system as my family was back west and a job to try and keep up. Then there was the instance when I almost lost you, and I just couldn’t look at you after that. Every time I tried, I only saw your pale, cold face. It was traumatic to say the least, because at that time I had no idea if you were immortal or not. I know it’s not an excuse as to why I wasn’t around, but it played a part in it. I suppose I distanced myself from you in a subconscious attempt from getting close to you, for fear of losing you. I thought if I wasn’t around enough, and you did turn out to be more human, that I wouldn’t be as distraught if something happened. Unfortunately, that backfired on my part as my lack of being around seemed to push you into the danger I was trying to protect you from. I regret ever leaving you alone with Elain. I should have seen it early on that she saw you two as nothing more than tools for her conquests, but I was blind with power. I didn’t see what she was doing to you, the hurt she was causing and the harmful mentality she was instilling. I let Versailles marry you because I thought he could give you a better life. One better than what you would be able to achieve in our region. He promised me that you would be taken care of, and that no harm would come to you. However, knowing you, my hopes on that matter were not too high.”

“My deepest regret though, was leaving you with Kalmar. You’re right, I should have taken you and Kalle when I left, but you were in no traveling shape and Kalle wouldn’t leave your side. I was faced with a difficult decision, leave you and Kalle behind and go back to organize the revolution, or stay back and endure more years of suffering. I would have taken you, I truly would have, but after the bloodbath, you were in no shape to ride horseback for god knows how long. Your wounds were too deep and the motion of the horse would have caused the stitches to open up. That wasn’t something I was going to risk. And while it wasn’t the best choice in the long run, it was the best choice at the moment, as it let you heal up.” He said, sighing. “I never should have left you alone. Not with Lukas, not with Elain, most definitely not with Kalmar. I don’t expect this to fix our relationship, I don’t even expect you to accept it, but I would rather try late than never,”

Brooke shook her head and leaned back against the bench, looking up so he wouldn’t be able to see her cry.

“Well, you’re damn right about it not automatically fixing something, but I know it takes a lot for a man as prideful as you to admit when you’re wrong. You’ve got a long way to go in making it up to me, but….it’s a start.”

#hetalia #oc bio

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dabistits · 5 years

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could you explain what it means like with himiko's chapter title interview with a vampire and twices all it takes is one bad day. i think this has something to do with his characters like in their respective movies.

aaa i think ‘interview with a vampire’ is mostly just a riff off of anne rice’s book. ‘all it takes is one bad day’ also comes from another source (as many people have noticed): the killing joke, and it’s said by the joker to batman. unfortunately i have very very little first-hand knowledge of both of these sources, so i invite people to chime in although i will take a stab at this. i also dedicated a huge post to their backstories (though i didn’t really address the intertextuality aspect), but since that post contains thoughts about tomura i will mention him too.

interview with a vampire covers a whole book (as opposed to just a monologue), so it’s harder to just nail down One connection. again, I’m not sure if hori was just doing it to be funny, so I may be reaching here, but what stands out to me is the themes of instinct and repression that tend to recur in modern vampire novels. It should be noted that interview with a vampire is considered the piece of fiction that largely gave rise to the genre of vampires being good-looking, angsty, aristocratic, etc. rather than ugly and terrifying undead, and it was possibly one of the first to extensively play with the theme of the vampire’s struggle with their own humanity. in interview with a vampire, this duality is embodied by main characters louis and lestat, the former who seeks to retain his humanity and resists feeding from humans, while the latter seems to see himself as wholly separate from humanity and doesn’t fight his instincts.

the storyline of the modern vampire is often about these struggles: are we so different than humans? is it in our nature to victimize humanity? is it okay for us to do so or should it only be done out of necessity? how do we integrate into a world that would shun us if they knew the truth? himiko’s backstory reiterates these questions that are so prevalent in modern vampire fiction. she tries to repress her ‘natural instinct’ of bloodlust so that she can live among people who would otherwise not accept her; eventually she rejects this existence and succumbs to her desires, and as such is cast out from what is deemed ‘normal’ society. this of course mirrors the eternal vampiric conflict of whether to live among humans or away from them, whether to ‘use’ other people or not, and obviously, even the taboos being addressed are the same: blood-drinking.

as far as “one bad day,” i know i have some followers that don’t like the joker, but i honestly don’t know about the comic books or the animation to comment on what the killing joke did or did not do for his character. i’ve read the synopsis, i know the events of the plot (they’re extremely misogynistic), and that’s about it. i think it’s enough to comment on how it relates to bnha, but i again i invite people to chime in. that said, the monologue is short-ish, so i reproduced it here:

Joker: I’ve demonstrated there’s no difference between me and everyone else! All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That’s how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day. You had a bad day once, am I right? I know I am. I can tell. You had a bad day and everything changed. Why else would you dress up as a flying rat? You had a bad day, and it drove you as crazy as everybody else… Only you won’t admit it! You have to keep pretending that life makes sense, that there’s some point to all this struggling! God you make me want to puke. I mean, what is it with you? What made you what you are? Girlfriend killed by the mob, maybe? Brother carved up by some mugger? Something like that, I bet. Something like that… Something like that happened to me, you know. I… I’m not exactly sure what it was. Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another… If I’m going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice! Ha ha ha! But my point is… My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was, I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can’t you? I mean, you’re not unintelligent! You must see the reality of the situation. Do you know how many times we’ve come close to world war three over a flock of geese on a computer screen? Do you know what triggered the last world war? An argument over how many telegraph poles Germany owed its war debt creditors! Telegraph poles! Ha ha ha ha HA! It’s all a joke! Everything anybody ever valued or struggled for… it’s all a monstrous, demented gag! So why can’t you see the funny side? Why aren’t you laughing?

the background on the joker here is that he had a tragic past where his wife and child died in an accident and then he went to do some shady shit with a couple criminals, then jumped into a vat of acid to escape batman and went loco from the experiences. i’m going to consider it not entirely relevant to my bnha commentary, since the narrative similarities are fairly superficial imo; namely, both jin and the joker’s, let’s say, streak of bad luck started with accidents which led into criminal sprees. otherwise, jin’s story is clearly not about torturing the chief of police and a dude in a bat suit for… reasons, and instead hinges a lot more on loneliness and camaraderie with the concept of ‘lunacy’ being pretty incidental to that. but we’ll come back to the differences! for now, we’ll focus on why hori might have chosen this monologue for jin’s chapter.

purely looking at the monologue itself (i.e. decontextualizing it from the joker’s backstory and the events of the killing joke), the parallels are pretty stark. this is a man narrating his descent into madness that supposedly emerged from a senseless accident, which he doesn’t quite recall; it’s comparable to jin’s own motorcycle accident which led to him getting fired, turning to crime, and then finally the clone mass murders which resulted in his split personality and confusion over being the ‘original.’ and as far as we’re concerned, the only thing that led to jin’s downward spiral is that ‘bad day’ when he got fired, comparable to the accident which killed the joker’s family. there are other elements involved in jin’s backstory of course, notably the lack of a support system either relationship-wise or financially, and the failures of a society that intensely relied on heroes/police work to regulate wellbeing.

that’s about where the similarities end. jin does not arrive at the same conclusion that the joker does. one of the messages the killing joke puts forth is the joker’s: that life is senseless, random, and therefore meaningless, just like violence is senseless, random, and meaningless. jin’s chapters actually take a marked departure from that thinking, where the moral is more like… senseless, random, meaningless shit happens and you make choices that dig yourself into a hole, but what really matters is having connections to people. the conclusion isn’t to destroy things, but to build connections so that you have people to fall back on when things go south. the narrative ultimately rewards him for that thought process as well, because he’s able to double himself again and in the process, he’s able to protect his friends, thus saving the companionship he so badly lacked.

this is where tomura comes in, because he is a different story. ‘one bad day’ applies to him as well, obviously, centering around his father’s violence towards him and his quirk awakening, also an ‘accidental’ event which kills his family. much more than jin, it fits tomura’s mindset that life and violence are senseless, random, and meaningless, and in this way tomura (i’m sorry to say this) resembles the joker in their nihilistic philosophies. they both point out the fragilities of every day existence and basically decide that it’s all a worthless gag (you can see this in tomura’s thoughts as early as the mall confrontation tbh). rather than seeking a way to prevent or ameliorate senseless violence, their takeaway from the violence they experienced is to become it and to embody it, with no particular ‘goal’ in mind than simple chaos. because according to them, that’s how the world is.

so while ‘one bad day’ certainly applies to jin, i think it’s much more telling when applied to tomura, because tomura’s the one who actually mirrors the joker’s mindset. i hesitate to make predictions based off these observations, but i do think we can see a fairly clear lineage from where hori is drawing his ideological inspiration, especially for tomura. it’s not a particular surprise, because he is obviously a huge fan of american comics, but imo it’s tragic because i don’t think the joker has ever been a vehicle genuine ideological criticism….

#ask #tomura shigaraki #jin bubaigawara #himiko toga #this took me so long to answer i'm sorry anon #bnha meta

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keelywolfe · 5 years

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FIC: Outside Influences ch.1

Summary: Leaving after a late night cooking lesson, Edge stumbled across something unexpected.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Off-Screen Attempted Sexual Assault, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Aftermath of Violence, Pre-Spicyhoney, Blood and Injury, Injury Recovery

Notes: Ah, why does my writer’s brain do this to me.

I tagged this with a bunch of warnings but I’ll reiterate here. Off-screen attempted sexual assault is spoken about, nothing graphic is included in the story at all. There’s some blood and injury, not terribly so, but worth warning about. And hurt/comfort, awkward as it is.

If the warnings haven’t scared you off, come on in.

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It was much later than Edge would have normally left after a cooking lesson with Blue, but his companion in the culinary arts had seemed a bit desolate. It went without saying that the issue was his brother’s absence. Rus hadn’t been home all night. Out at Muffet’s, Blue said, with prim yet indulgent disapproval. No doubt he would wander in well past midnight to sleep off his drunkenness and be late to his job the next morning, but if Blue was willing to tolerate his brother’s irresponsible nature, it wasn’t any of Edge’s concern. Still, staying a little longer to chat in the warmth of Blue’s well-maintained home was no hardship and only made it more difficult to head back out into the snow before his own brother worried. Red tolerated the cooking lessons with amusement and appreciation of new dishes, but there would certainly be more than a few pointed words if Red ever had to make the effort to fetch him. He started down the path toward the basement. Something odd caught his attention and Edge paused. Out in the deeper drifts, he could see a pattern of dark stains on the snow. It was none of his concern, but curiosity got the best of him. He waded through the drifts, pulling off a glove as he crouched and touched it lightly. His fingertips came away smeared a deep crimson, deeper than his own magic. Not the blood of a fleshy creature but marrow. There were passing few Monsters in any Universe it could belong to. Hackles raised, Edge followed the path of both footsteps and marrow. The crimson droplets were easier to follow, a staggered trail leading back to the Underswap brothers’ garage. The doorknob held smeary fingerprints, already dried dull against the shiny metal. Edge took a moment to brace himself. He could guess at what he was going to find within. Underfell was nothing if not a brutally effective teacher.

But there was no question that he was better equipped to see it than Blue, and if there was nothing behind this door but a pile of dust, it would be better he saw it first. Carefully, Edge opened the door. Magic was thrumming in him, braced for anything, any possible attack.

There was nothing. The overhead lights were on, glaring down on the room. Two steps in, Edge paused. Around the corner, almost hidden within the cage Blue had lovingly created to hold a captured Human, was a figure curled up in a corner. A familiar hoodie was pulled up over their head, but the smears of marrow liberally decorating it were certainly new. Edge let out a slow breath. If it were too bad, he would already be dust. Very slowly, Edge approached him. He kept his steps deliberate, trying to warn of his presence. There was no sign that he was successful, not a twitch or movement and a lack of dusting aside, it was worrying. “Rus?” Edge said, low. Despite his efforts, Rus startled violently. There was an aborted flicker of a shortcut, a blur of space/time that fizzled and left Rus where he was. To Edge’s jaundiced gaze, it seemed he didn’t have enough magic to complete it. His skull was mostly obscured in the depths of his hood, but Edge could see the dimness of his eye lights, flared wide in panic. “Shh, it’s only me,” Edge tried. “It’s all right, you’re safe.” Soothing was not a skill familiar to him, shaping the words felt awkward. He couldn’t say if it was what he said or if Rus simply recognized his voice, but blind panic faded. Instead, Rus cringed away from him, drawing his knees up to his chest and burying his face in them. “go away.” Muffled into the fabric. “You know that I can’t. What happened?” Edge asked, as gently as he could manage.

The scenario was a familiar one if not in this place; a snarling, bloodied ally, still too agitated to accept assistance. The Dogs in Underfell often bore the brunt of XP hunters and the LV-maddened Monsters who hid in the depths of the Snowdin woods. It had taken a great deal of effort and patience to earn their trust, years, and now it was inviolate, as much as any trust in Underfell could be.

There wasn’t time for that now, so he would have to make do. Checking him was automatic; he would have done the same if he found anyone this way. Rus’s HP was down a few decimals, not dangerously so. Rus only cringed harder, trying to flinch from the inescapable force of the Check. He lifted his skull from his knees and Edge was not the expert at reading faces that his brother was, but that expression was one he knew. That was the face of someone who was about to run, and he would only hurt himself worse trying it. Very carefully, Edge moved so he was in front of the door. If nothing else, it would let him catch Rus before he could escape. "Let me help you." “don’ need help,” Slurred and stubborn, and Edge tamped down viciously on his inner irritation. Yes, Rus could be an annoyance, but he was hurt and scared, hardly in his right mind. It would the height of cruelty to blame him for his reactions. “Your magic is low,” Edge told him. He kept his tone low, almost coaxing. “You need food.” To his surprise, panic lit again in his eye lights, and Rus shifted closer to the wall, cringing. “no, i can’t, my bro, he can’t, please!” Edge hesitated. Blue would likely never forgive him for keeping this from him. That was a unspoken rule between all the ‘verses; no matter the state of their relationship, interference with brothers was strictly verboten.

A flash of memory, a whimpering Dog, bloody scrapes across their muzzle, more smeared on their fur, and that fear was the same.

That decided him.

“All right, easy,” Edge soothed. “We don’t need to see your brother. Come back to Underfell with me.” Rus only looked at him distrustfully, “your bro is there.” “Yes, but Red knows how to keep his mouth shut.” Every thought was plainly visible on Rus’s battered face. All his normal barriers were shattered, his lazy indifference stolen from him, and Edge could read every emotion; fear, worry, yearning. “You can trust me.” It was a calculated risk; Edge had no idea if Rus trusted him or not. Since they’d met there was little between them but insults and glares of distaste. But the unspoken answer was a relief. After a painfully long pause, Rus untangled himself from his curled-up ball. He flinched when Edge reached for him and he stopped, outstretched hands falling.

Carefully, he asked, “Can I touch you?” A low, shaky exhale. “yeah, okay.” As gently as he could, Edge helped Rus to his feet. He let go when Rus tried to jerk free, instead keeping his hand positioned neutrally at Rus’s elbow, ready to catch him if his legs proved unstable. But Rus managed to limp outside. Even his sneakers were dappled with marrow, Edge saw, the trailing laces washed to faded pink by the snow.

The normally welcoming light from the windows seemed more like watchful eyes and Edge breathed easier when they made it to the side of the house, out of sight.

It didn’t take long for Rus’s determination to lag, and soon enough he grudgingly allowing Edge to lead them to the back of the house, down the stairs to the machine. It was slow going; from the Swap ‘verse to Underfell, then up the stairs from their basement. Edge helped Rus patiently along, silently cataloguing what he could. Rus was limping and favoring his right side, cracked ribs, perhaps? He could see smears of marrow on his face, trailing from his nasal aperture. Most of the marrow on his clothes was probably from that, hardly life-threatening but he knew from experience that a direct blow could cause a nasty bleed. There was a fine collection of bruises, but the little he could see of Rus’s skull gave no indication of breaks. Anything else was hidden beneath his clothes and would take persuasion to reveal, Edge was certain. They shuffled along, snow dampening his boots. Rus’s sneakers were soggy with it. “didn’ know where to go,” Rus mumbled. “not home, not ‘nough juice to go anywh’ else.” “Who did this?" Edge asked, quietly. The question was stark in the cold night air. He didn’t expect an honest answer and didn’t get one. Rus only offered a rusty laugh that broke off on a groan. “yeah, no, don' think so. know where that goes. you don' like me, but that don’ mean yer gonna let anyone hurt me. even the worst of us is one of yers an’ you ain’t getting dust on yer hands on my account.” There didn’t seem to be much of an answer he could give to that. But he couldn’t help but wonder at the unfamiliar Hotland accent to his words, similar to Red. Underswap had a few secrets, it seemed, and hid them well.

They stopped just before the stairs on the porch, Rus looking at them with muddy dismay. Only three, but after the two sets in the basements, there was no doubt Rus was reaching his limits. “Let me help you,” Edge said quietly. Rus gave a jerky nod, choking off a whimper as Edge lifted him into his arms, carrying him only to the top step before setting him back down. He made sure Rus caught his balance before letting go. The door swung open before Edge could begin on the row of locks lining the door jamb. Red stood outlined in the light of the living room, his eye lights cutting through the darkness, “’bout time you got home, boss…what the fuck?!” “Move,” Edge said curtly. For a wonder, Red obeyed instantly, holding open the door to allow Edge to guide Rus inside. At the sofa, Rus suddenly resist, almost panicked, until Edge allowed him to sit on the floor instead. Edge sat with him, flicking a glance at his brother, who vanished without a sound. He was back moments later, deftly carrying a bowl of hot water and several clean clothes. By the time Red returned, Rus was curled into himself again, his stained hands clenched fiercely in his lap. “Would you like to get cleaned up?” Edge asked. He waited patiently until Rus gave him a short nod, then lightly touched the back of Rus’s hand. Slowly, he unclenched it, allowing Edge to take it in both of his own. He studied that hand with narrowed sockets. It was filthy with marrow and one of his phalanges was out of joint, bent at an awkward angle. It was tempting to simply yank it into place without warning to keep Rus from tensing and making it worse, but that would likely break their fragile trust. Physical pain was probably better than emotional at this point. “I’m going to fix your finger,” Edge told him quietly. “I’ll try to make it quick.”

As expected, his hand tensed in Edge’s grip, but surprisingly, it relaxed again swiftly. Rus gave a short nod and Edge did not allow himself to overthink it. He took hold of the bent digit and pulled hard. “ah!” Rus whimpered as the joint snapped back into place. But he didn’t flinch as Edge carefully bandaged it with the supplies his brother silently handed him. "I’m sorry,” Edge said quietly. He focused on wrapping that wounded digit. “I can't heal. This may be sore for a few days.” "don’ worry, i can,” Rus laughed, not the deep, sardonic laugh that Edge knew from him, but a thin, coughing rasp. “would've already healed all this if i hadn't run outta juice.” He seemed to realize his mistake instantly and looked away. Edge's jaw tightened. That meant he'd already healed a lot of damage; he'd been hurt even worse than this. Edge said nothing, only worked carefully to clean the dried marrow out of the joints of his hands. When the water was dirtied, Red took it away and brought back fresh. Three bowls of water later, and Rus was nodding off, jerking back awake every time his chin brushed his sternum as he leaned against the side of the sofa he’d refused to sit on. His sockets flickered open as Edge washed his face, taking care not to push back his hood. Another quick Check showed his HP was holding steady, so whatever was beneath it would have to wait until tomorrow. Next to him, Red was silent, but even that spoke volumes. He was breathing in short, quick puffs through his nasal cavity, the red of his eyes burning hot. Edge set a hand briefly on his back in silent warning. Red shook him off, glaring, and Edge met his anger impassively. Now was not the time. Red spun on his heel, stalking to the kitchen. By the time Edge was finished cleaning what he could, Red returned with a tray of steaming cups. Perfectly reasonable, Rus needed to consume something to help restore his magic, but Edge knew better than to trust his brother’s altruism. “here. brought ya some tea,” Red didn’t have to crouch to offer Rus a cup, “an’ there’s plenty of honey in it, so don’t say i never do anything for ya. it’ll help ya sleep.” “prolly don’t need help,” Rus slurred out. He pushed back his hood a little with one fumbling hand, revealing a streak of marrow Edge missed, and he took a cup in his newly cleaned hands, downing half of it in one swallow. He didn’t seem to notice that Red didn’t offer Edge a similar cup and Edge was forced to swallow back his irritation with his brother.

But he didn’t stop Rus from finishing it. Help him sleep? Certainly, but Edge suspected the steeped leaves offered other properties with thick, sweet honey hiding the slightly bitter taste. If it was what he was thinking, it wouldn’t hurt him, but it would make Rus a touch more willing to answer a question or two, answers that they needed. Rus finished the cup with a sigh; already his eye lights were bleary, widening to nearly fill his sockets. Carefully, Edge took the cup from his lax fingers before it fell to the floor.

“so, what happened?” Red asked, lightly. “ya can tell us, can’t ya?”

Rus stirred, blinking owlishly, and he looked from Edge to Red as if he wasn’t quite sure who they were. When he finally spoke, that Hotland accent overshadowed his normal lazy drawl completely. “nuthin’,” Rus mumbled. “some peoples jes don’ like the word no.” It was interesting, Edge thought distantly, how LV could make the soul feel both burning cold and blazing heat, his fury flicking erratically between the two. Rus’s sockets sank closed, and there was marrow on his face, on his clothes, and someone had done this to him, hurt him badly for daring to turn them away.

He only noticed his fingertips were digging through his sleeves and into his arms when he felt a droplet of his own marrow, smearing wetly. “yeah, that sounds like a problem, sure,” Red said easily. He gave Edge a warning look, one that clearly told him to keep his mouth shut, then asked, “anything else we need to take care of? maybe ya want a shower, yeah?”

His fury was blinding at the thought, redness tinting his vision but Rus shook his head, “nah, ain’t like that. didn’ get that far,” Rus’s sockets slit opened, pale eye lights peeking out, “know what yer thinking, shoulda done better. shoulda.” His voice broke a little but Rus pushed through it, “an’ couldna go to my bro, not like this. he knows everyone, they love ‘im.” “Your brother loves you,” Edge retorted, ignoring Red’s hiss, “Do you think your brother would want to associate with anyone who would treat you like this?” The laughter obviously pained Rus, coughed out as he shook his head, “he wouldna understan’. thinks alllll people are good. an he knows i sleep around.” The very idea that simply because Rus indulged in casual sex would mean his brother would —what? Think he deserved this treatment?— was such a foul antithesis to what Edge thought he knew of Underswap that he was momentarily speechless. That any ‘verse wouldn’t be appalled by such treatment; even in Underfell rapists were severely punished.

Finally, Edge ground out, “That doesn’t give anyone the right to force you and I’m sure he’d agree.” “yeah, sure,” Rus sighed out. Curled up, he seemed smaller, fragile. Another time, another place, Edge would have been irritated at his doubt in Blue. But his dull certainty that his brother wouldn’t understand was something else.

The tea had done its job as well as it could and now the secondary effect was kicking in. Rus slumped in the corner formed by the wall and the sofa, snoring faintly. Crouched next to him, Edge sank back to sit on the floor, forcibly unclenching his hands that had unconsciously formed fists again. His sharpened fingertips had broken through the leather at the tips and through to his bony palms, tiny beads of redness welling.

Underswap was supposed to be safe, a flipped mirror to Underfell, a place where he did not need to spend any of his endless worrying on the occupants, on sweet, cheery Blue, delighting in his ‘training’…on Rus, who was always so antagonistic, ready to fire back insults and sarcasm at Edge despite the limitations of his HP. Lazy, perhaps, but comfortably confident in his ‘verse.

A worthy opponent.

He shouldn’t be this, shouldn’t be frightened and fragile, too afraid to go to his own home, afraid of upsetting his brother. He shouldn’t.

But Rus was more correct than he knew; once they’d shared food and hearth together, he was theirs, theirs to protect, and the urge to shake Rus awake and demand the names of who had done this was incredible. The heat of his anger was tainted with the fierce urge to buckle a collar on Rus, warn anyone away from hurting him on penalty of his wrath, so he never again had to seem so fragile, so lost—

…but Edge would no sooner force a collar on him than he would anything else.

“Sans,” Edge said, low. His brother stiffened, his eye lights darting around. Whatever his thoughts on this, they were surely no less than his own. But Red made a show of sighing, allowing a tangled mess of anger and frustration in that one breath. “yeah, boss, i know, gotta stay out of it—” As if Edge would ever believe that. “Find out whatever you can.”

Red stilled and the coldness in his wicked grin made Edge suppress a shiver. “you got it, bro.”

He was gone between one blink and the next, and when he returned, well, information was Red’s area. His was strategy, he had plans to make and at this moment, he wasn’t concerning himself with propriety. Collared or not, no one was hurting one of his without consequence. A soft whimper pulled him from darker thoughts. Rus’s face was twisted in his sleep; whatever dreams that came were haunting him.

Edge pulled the quilt from the back of his sofa, a gift from Blue, and very carefully tucked it around Rus. He sat back down next to him, not so close that a flailing leg or fist might accidentally strike. Rus snugged into the blanket automatically, but those soft, fearful whimpers didn’t stop. “You’re all right, you’re safe,” Edge murmured to him. Useless words, lies, but by all the fallen angels, Edge was going to make them true.

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sirjustice102-blog · 4 years

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think twice

If u think music could have liberated ya, think twice not even religion, u can listen to it up to tomorrow as well as going to church, you can go until ya shoe soul are all out, we need feasible ways like in following tumblr of this a/c. click the link below 2 listen to the songs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1JzymL3PePM

Click the song link below to further explain the below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hBJoA31Q3Y

https://www.musixmatch.com/fr/paroles/Angela-Chibalonza-Muliri/Nabii-Isaya

Mochanda and Magdalin, na wapenda sana, hata tukishikwa hotel Rock motel saying kebi in broken dholuo “Kata koyudwa pants down Hotel vunduba kata Rock motel, kata kwa kwamo ni noketwa yath ama ogolwaoko duge as ndethe, naked with my penis up like an ascending plane, manda oriemo gi leche as vains, gi manda mojiny to oriemo malo ka wochman jatiech cold as koyo, leche tandawhuoyo to gi in be duk, to engeya ngeya pima pieli wacho, en mana wa, wa, yaani inamwagika, opong mapukore, dhi koni gi kocha kaka mal lobinson kaka dedanu nyisa, babe onge, reiterating again to create emphasies onge gima talowa cause we are in love donge babe“

Chunga wasee nyabwana anaendesha apiko, tokia piko as sources heard it as Angela extends in his song in the link above.

They sing as if they are defeated or have been cheated of corpse eat technique to broad mind of being intuitive and innovative so got the guilt wanting to spread it to others to share the guilt but its 2 late like in the song link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9cY490QGoI

Kebi saying in broken luo. Mochanda komiya adwanduko thele, ng’othe dwalokre mala. Oting’o bade malo as if they have scored in a soccer match, his team many times like goal goal slogan hale hale hale, saying ti ti ti next week ochako tugo gi manda twachako ng’otle kode yaani gi magdalin.

Dont just be shabby in ya dressing as if u belittle the earth and its surrounding like u wanna head to a new planet, its the earth that feeds ya to make u live upto date, appreciate by staying cool in ya dressing as much as loving ya body like taking shower and brushing ya teeth, dont do that to a woman most do it 4 the earth cause as the woman pass it stands 4rever dude

Let us hinder those who exhume the corpse later after burial like in cemetery to use it in their own selfish ways. A mitigation is like with pipes to the grave reaching the casket pump a chemical that dissolves meet or animal roughage until it all dissolves like some few days after burial using some few who know the deceased. It can be in a will to some few who does the same 4 majority not to know. Lets see into it folks!!!

https://boutique-hotels.tumblr.com/post/614804698428571648/the-ranch-at-laguna-beach-california-united

Huyu mother, ananguruma, kinda, as if i was to die to be stew but i have blocked all the loop holes to that as ananung’unika as in reproach but its 2 way trying to tell me the intent and still they can injure me 4 that.

Kill the kid of people to ya are of bad character but refused to still go ahead, cohabit and have the kids. kill them when still young in a cleaver way, any tribe with those hunger tricks should employ that. They say u r sideline or the have been warned not to talk to ya as they will be disowned. That could apply to along time 4 many nations learnt the gimmicks of making gadgets and artificial products which now even hooligans make provided u can talk to the devil.

Let them disown ya, we still got scrap metal which u can survive with provided u simply ya life or bind many people who are disowned to start not picking but where the pickers sell to reap huge big, it cant atrophies. U cant stop those who are in love and if that love can bring bad kids, resort to the above to kids b4 or after the said disowned parents die.

Delani woke up early in the kor gwen as morning singing “ NABI gi Isiaih walinena kwa watu wengi, mkono wa nyabwana si fupi kwa kutubari lakini dhambi zetu ndizo zinatuteng’a naye“ Nyabwana claims the devil gave him power to create people in Minneapolis, MN in the adjacent building downtown near the Presbyterian church but rosemary saying only his hands are not short but slender cause he sleeps on them which as well breeds disrespect among his pals to him, so advice he should desist. Nyolo kebi nonyiewo nwa clips gi tam tam, en ng’amabel, kakapalo!!!

Many people desist from being close to young kids as playing or carrying them cause it disorient ya mind as plans and mostly shorten ya lifespan and most want that. When u resort to above, it makes ya give up on ya huge plans and reminds ya of death as sometimes dude, no kidding, u come to see caskets and kinda, u became funeral lover and thats why white-men make sure u bear kids u can take care of not transferring the shit to others as it torments others as well depriving them sleep, shortening their live. DEAD people suits and caskets as well when exhumed are shipped to Africa and sold as much as shoes, ties as explained in following tumblr a/c below and other valuable jewelries like necklace and bling.

If u still wanna connect people with bad character people who when they got u cant near them but if they got none they want it from ya not wanting to do it like u did it at that time when they were in their high positions, then people will leave ya alone, even after sharp advice though industrious- u will be left alone people hoping u became a prostitute so u dont bring up much kids towatch as is considered a dummy who dont procrastinate and understand. Atleast 1 kid who will be easy to minotor as u or investigated if u adopted 1 of good character to convince folks your past conduct is not tied to kid character or u were just playing dice so as to protect the next generation.

Young ladies who want big from men should stop dude, what u want got side effects that u think u alone cant afford and want it from another person to the point of creating enmity with ya pal on something which is aint real as the other partner u want is of age and cant accept ya tricks. Girl die we bury ya, became a prostitute then disease strike, fail to take medication the death crops then we bury ya. Stop those dubious tricks, who are u to want it from me by force that i will give ya, did i told ya am logging madly 4 sex, tell some1 else to satisfy your high sexual appetite u sex maniac or did i tell u am extra-sexually aroused as u and i cant control it not. Big shame, die girl, bad character of wanting to reap where u did not saw

The hunger tricks, they want ya to Marshall up the food u r eating like 4 five people and eat it like 10 people, saving money and sending some to Somali or Tz to build those spheres. See what am saying, Tz knows how to make Tv or choppers as well as motorbikes 4 china which they give E-African desperate youths to give them daily cash stipulated cause their is no point of the just made bikes at no large extra-fee to lie idle in the stores even 4 close to 5 yrs b4 being bought all rather than to give where within 1 year has returned all the miscellaneous costs associated to making them. Tz now its ya stop dude, Magafuli to launch ya motorcycle to avert the whole crisis, women stop, its u, tell, kebi u love him cause u aint mad, u have read the above truths and u should qualify him period.

Uk simbapay your next bold move and still left with courier services, exam bodies and international studies as ways to fund ya economy as much as ya hotels and sport betting what about if other nations comes with their airplane to carry international flights and freight and come with international money transfer services and out of what kebi explained u did to him without justice many dislike u to dislike ya things like education to minimize international admissions and banks closed when cash is placed online on phones and computers. No where to escape like in the song links below. Bottom-line u r poor, nothing grows in huge capacity in Britain to avert the same. Britain think twice reduce population via covid, create another war which now proves cumbersome or take a flight out the hood to Canada period u r poor or return malingering foreigners to back to their nations, of no value to you or talk nice to kebi on round table. Ny u wanted to finish madly got rye which its products like bread when seated adjacent shapen ya head and make ya face soft and supple which as explained got huge markets in tropical lands as much as gadgets made out of it. U poor and wretched as described in 7 churches in Revelation, google bro. KINDA, hip hop u hate along time build NY as many tourists and international students go there as surity of security, love and justice potrayed in the songs and the nearness of having those women to people who think they love them as viewed on the clips

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hx4gdlfamo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShOQQOy5pf8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NQp9WGg7Rs

They locate the root of David rod as in the link below, the city saw he did not have mercy 4 the white who were kikuyu blooded as jew so his root when left will follow suit. Looking 4 rod as the love sex and roads or rodeo

https://biblehub.com/mark/10-47.htm

The earth 16 km in height from the surface to the outer crust, so the white-man migrated to nations with big rivers which got much water fall or windy open landscape to drive the wind turbine which are expensive if sold which could give them much money if the plan sail through. So they champion high population, in the event that dirty money getting tricks are eliminate like online cash sources and many nations knows how to make machines they sell to move their economy, still they could have hope with selling electricity using gold wires rolled underneath to such nations which No fuel generator- google- has thwarted making them finished and not furious as Africans can finish them as well as they have even learnt to make ammunition.

Good news they r bringing their pay TV to nations which have their own to signify defeat, at-least they are relenting but in a slow manner. The final message is get the Hindu out as what do they pride themselves with like with pay TV Africans have made it b4 them, train as well or buses as much as super-car. Get out dude, or stay and mind ya business, dont send people to monitor what 1 is seeing, stop being a chicken out. You stupid braggart, u ass-hole!!!!

With grenade or grenade launchers, guns u place cut carrots, apple, Irish or sweet potato, melons, pumpkin on dough which is 30 weight of the gadget u want 2 make then hurl cold water in the dark and boom its formed with radios u place mango on dough or chaff or cereal and do the exact above and boom ya stereo formed i.e like with new big Panasonic, LG or Sony stereos in our supermarkets.

The holes on the crust described on following tumblr a/c of this a/c that with a small drone or made big that gets to those holes underneath from ends of the world as Argentina or Russia, to be feed by small ones from above are used to ship good like towels or bed sheets, bed covers or socks, clothes, children toys, or left cheap gadgets on thrift stores or found on garbage of houses, shoes to huge poor markets of Africa and most politicians of both developed and poor nations aint left behind.

Click questions people may ask to get the number of thrift stores in Eu and USA Or u can google per state

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&q=list+of+thrift+stores+in+usa

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=dmONXv68BpGo8gLW1ozgCA&q=list+of+nursing+homes+in+usa&oq=list+of+nursing+homes+&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQARgAMgIIADICCAAyAggAMgIIADICCAAyAggAMgIIADICCAAyAggAMgIIADoECAAQRzoECAAQQzoFCAAQkQJKHQgXEhk3LTI3MmcyOTVnMjQxZzIzN2cyMzFnMTQyShEIGBINNy0xZzFnMWc1ZzVnNVC32QJYwJUEYMGtBGgAcAJ4AIABlgKIAYQbkgEGMC4zLjEzmAEAoAEBqgEHZ3dzLXdpeg&sclient=psy-ab

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_companies_operating_nursing_homes

https://www.kff.org/other/state-indicator/number-of-nursing-facilities/?currentTimeframe=0&sortModel=%7B%22colId%22:%22Location%22,%22sort%22:%22asc%22%7D

https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/data/hus/2015/092.pdf

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=W2SNXtTkEtb9gAa5i6yoBg&q=europe+nursing+homes+per+country&oq=europe+nursing+homes+per+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzIFCCEQoAEyBQghEKABMgUIIRCgATIECCEQFToECAAQRzoICCEQFhAdEB5KCggXEgYxMi0yNzRKCQgYEgUxMi0xMlDBLFjuWGCTXGgAcAJ4AIABqgSIAaYckgEJMi05LjEuMC4ymAEAoAEBqgEHZ3dzLXdpeg&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwiU_sjEj9joAhXWPsAKHbkFC2UQ4dUDCAs&uact=5

In all the Nursing homes in the USA at-least a Kenyan, Nigerian, Ghanaian or Ugandan is working there or got coordination. So those homes got sanitary towels, normal birth towels, panties, bra 4 women, socks, belts and generally clothes even with hospitals where the above works, which they collect both few new and used ones and do not ship them using air or water as it can be known or do it via Mexico as putting them on trucks then on reaching Mexico they export them via air or water to huge markets of Africa, South East Asia and like India to reap huge 100% profits as 1 method or use the explained drone technology above to the same markets described above. Thats why schools like WSU, though school are playing cause their task aint education but the explained above cause 1 of the red brick building got big dug hole below 4 that and more like the Nairobi Times towers where Kenya get the above and more. Even Trump is into this and govt officials, making them rich without extra-corruption as seen with covid as the same as towels or cloths the client nations have known how to make to shrink their markets so gotten in an economic quagmire. You take cotton wool and inside place onions or some few pieces of bed sheets or towels u long to make then in the dark hurl cold water and boom its formed as much as toys their photo images placed inside dough and the above performed and boom their it is. They even help people get to the USA via the fissures on earth where each single persons part with at-least $ 20,000 just to be in the USA like Ian Wandete of Kisumu boys friend with Amos ochola who resides in La who daughters went through WSU, Ks both Dorcas and Trizar wife to Tai.

For the whole trick not to be known, as taught, they say Kenya is beautiful than USA while the deal continues as much as caskets exhumed from graves so trump likes cant survive dude and thats why they dont solve the current crisis even if is opened- 1 reason Kenya is very important as per Condoliza rice

Buy eefa Kenyan made tv in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE892KE893&ei=kp-MXsHTL4ynUtmMiPgP&q=eefa+tv+from+which+country&oq=eefa+tv+from+which+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQRzoGCAAQCBAeSgoIFxIGMTItMTg0SggIGBIEMTItN1D1lAFY26gBYLCsAWgAcAF4AIAB4gGIAf4KkgEFMC4zLjSYAQCgAQGqAQdnd3Mtd2l6&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwjB5JXv09boAhWMkxQKHVkGAv8Q4dUDCAw&uact=5

Buy as well Uganda siti cable tv or simba tv as shown in the links below

https://www.simbatv.co.ug/simba-tv/digital-cable-tv-network/

Watch African owned pay tv eutelast as explained in the link below, free to air

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&ei=1NSNXv24GYemUNjTmfAD&q=eutelsat+pay+tv+from+which+country&oq=eutelsat+pay+tv+from+which+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQR0oKCBcSBjEyLTE1M0oICBgSBDEyLTdQukpY6WFg52VoAHACeACAAdsCiAG3DJIBBTItNi4xmAEAoAEBqgEHZ3dzLXdpeg&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwj98pjm-tjoAhUHExQKHdhpBj4Q4dUDCAw&uact=5

Google the pay tv provided per nation to see if its that country own or not to facilitate the below in the link below

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_direct_broadcast_satellite_providers

Watch Ghana pay tv in the link below, Mr Hindu back off

https://tech.africa/free-to-air-ghanaian-tv-stations-on-satellite/

Eefa tv prices in Kenya link below

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE892KE893&q=eefa+tv+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiGhd2i1NboAhUHDxQKHembAP0QsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=913

https://www.lyngsat.com/freetv/Kenya.html

Get a glimpse of Ethiopia pay tv and 1st African internet and Zambia muvi tv in the links below

http://www.communicationsafrica.com/broadcast/zambian-station-muvi-tv-launches-40-channel-package

https://www.digitaltveurope.com/2019/10/03/ethiosat-launches-as-ethiopias-first-dedicated-tv-platform/

https://www.google.com/search?q=Webspirx+IPTV+(Ethiopia)&rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&oq=Webspirx+IPTV+(Ethiopia)&aqs=chrome..69i57.938j0j4&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

Buy as well Romania pay tv boom like in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=boom+pay+tv+decoder+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwj0vt7f99joAhWHAmMBHaOZAzwQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=881#imgrc=wrZwJt8ocS4dlM

Buy tuko pay tv from kenya in the link below to shrink the markets of already available ones like bamba, zonar, startimes, dstv or zuku and more

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&q=tuko+pay+tv+from+which+country

https://www.tuko.co.ke/283869-list-free-air-decoders-kenya.html

Click the links below to get newly launced kenyan, colombia decorders, safcom big box, S-Korea skylife, phelistar from kenya, adn from kenya as well

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&q=thy+word+decorder+from+which+country

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=Um2NXvuDMoqjgQai3pi4Bw&q=dvb+t2+decorder+from+which+country&oq=dvb+t2+decorder+from+which+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQR0oKCBcSBjEyLTE0NkoICBgSBDEyLTRQ7ExYrnJgnHpoAHACeACAAf4BiAHjA5IBAzItMpgBAKABAaoBB2d3cy13aXo&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwj79JOLmNjoAhWKUcAKHSIvBncQ4dUDCAs&uact=5

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=Tm6NXq8Kh8OBBuGQjMAD&q=the+big+box+pay+tv+from+which+country&oq=the+big+box+pay+tv+from+which+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQRzoECCEQCkoKCBcSBjEyLTE3OEoICBgSBDEyLThQx1NY6YoBYOeQAWgAcAJ4AIABkQKIAZwOkgEDMi04mAEAoAEBqgEHZ3dzLXdpeg&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwiv6faCmdjoAhWHYcAKHWEIAzgQ4dUDCAs&uact=5

With making a building using taka, u just make the foundation as normal then with fencing the area with lik electric poles and wires mesh fence to the top most, place ya garbage inside, the fence stops the garbage from pilling off, then in complete adark hurl cold water using like 4 water pump from the 4 sides and boom the house u want in place as much as with suspended bridges.

Check the innovations provided in the links below

As normalcy it was us 2 put much swag than them, but unfortunately they did the reverse but now time is ripe not to leave us behind and not to be passed like b4 as explained at the beginning.

Dont be bored listen to the song below, click the link, a woman who shys from connecting ya to bad people who if u did not have they could be giving u names but want from ya and leave bad kids around to disturb others https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HS516F6YGI0

Taiwan co below

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=wz2LXvbxGISCaoebqtgF&q=delta+company+from+where&oq=delta+company+from+where&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQRzoGCAAQBxAeOggIABAIEAcQHjoFCAAQzQI6BggAEAgQHkoKCBcSBjEyLTE1NkoICBgSBDEyLTZQgFtYpmNg7WhoAHACeACAAd4BiAGOCJIBAzItNZgBAKABAaoBB2d3cy13aXo&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwi237u5gtToAhUEgRoKHYeNClsQ4dUDCAs&uact=5

Check Zambia motorcycle toyo agro co bike

https://www.google.com/search?q=toyo+agro+motorcycle+company+from+which+country&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjh4aKbhtboAhXknFwKHU3tCeMQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

Check dutch company bikes

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=Ck-MXqreLfyBhbIP38SiyAk&q=kibo+motorbikes+fromwhich+country&oq=kibo+motorbikes+fromwhich+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQR0oKCBcSBjEyLTE1MUoICBgSBDEyLTVQuakDWMivA2DnsgNoAHACeACAAecBiAGGB5IBAzItNJgBAKABAaoBB2d3cy13aXo&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwiqi9eIh9boAhX8QEEAHV-iCJkQ4dUDCAs&uact=5

check Zimbabwe skm motorbikes

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&q=skm+motorbikes+from++which+country

Knocked or gunned down in downtown Chicago, out of stalking or bank robbery, shipped to E-Africa, push on road 4 trucks to run on to delude the people and buried with respect. A story told of a young man in xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

How an alternator works dude in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPOjKLZPV50

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiKH48EMgKE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtzT8DEBb1Q

can the negro buy real tea or coffee or cereals and make artificial counterparts and sell the above to their own Negros and Indians as Mexicans or international immigrants and reap huge. Is that the answer of Mr white worry

Check Sweden e-bike maker

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=TlGMXu2RO5Go8gLW1ozgCA&q=cake+motorbikes+made+in+which+country&oq=cake+motorbikes+made+in+which+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQA0oKCBcSBjEyLTIyMkoICBgSBDEyLTVQiKASWMmmEmDSrhJoAXAAeACAAZMCiAHACJIBAzItNZgBAKABAaoBB2d3cy13aXo&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwjt8KydidboAhURlFwKHVYrA4wQ4dUDCAs&uact=5

See Ethiopia innovation

https://www.google.com/search?q=ethiopia+made+motorbikes&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi__9KIi9boAhVFQEEAHWO5DawQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654#imgrc=-a5KJuinowv5JM

Ride on Kenyan made motorbikes and Ethiopian BMP bikes in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=EFGMXuWWN4q_gQapt5vwAg&q=fika+motorbikes+fromwhich+country&oq=fika+motorbikes+fromwhich+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoFCCEQoAE6CAgAEIMBEJECOgIIADoFCAAQgwE6BAgAEEM6BQgAEJECOgQIABAKOgQIABATOgoIABAWEAoQHhATOggIABAWEB4QEzoFCAAQzQI6BAghEBU6BwghEAoQoAE6BgghEAoQFUo1CBcSMTBnMjM3ZzIyNmcyMTVnMjE3ZzIyMGcyNzFnMjc3ZzIyMGcyNTRnMjMxZzI3OGcyNjhKHggYEhowZzFnMWcxZzFnMWcxZzFnMWcxZzVnNWcxOFDNGljIXGCxZGgAcAB4AIAB4wKIAcRHkgEIMC4xLjMwLjaYAQCgAQGqAQdnd3Mtd2l6&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwjl3uD_iNboAhWKX8AKHanbBi4Q4dUDCAs&uact=5

https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBD_enKE883KE883&q=bmp+sonic+motorcycle+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiOjIO4_tjoAhVE8BQKHeojD9YQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=881

Ride on Philippine Rusi motorbikes in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=rusi+motorcycle+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjBs7Cyo9boAhVpQUEAHaEmCxoQsAR6BAgGEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

Ahh, Nilisema, i said, but took it 4 granted, anamwaga stupidly, yaani kwa wingi but haraka na kwa kelele, yaani huyu boy nimtumbavu kitandani, anamwaga kiholela holela, i mean anamwaga vi-whodu, yaani, wasee wasee kimaembe maembe yaani kiufala, kitahidi jomba though kazi chako nimurwa. Sitachesha nacho basi kama ni-excuse, promise boyfriend!!!

Like in the song link below kebi gets into our presence where we were many debating, looking as his face was smiley with tiny eyes signaling happiness while his tongue was out licking the upper lip on the edge of the mouth up-to reaching the nose, when asked what was he happy 4, saying, kinda, Robinson has given in and Mochanda, the sweetness of the pussy has not left her behind. like the rapper on the song link below when he starts to rap on his part kebi cropped into our presence dat way.

Your house security can be a siren gas cylinder with many perforated long pipes at intervals where if u sense an intruder u can open the gas to silence him. If u got a house like in the link below

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi0.wp.com%2Fwww.a4architect.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2012%2F12%2FIMG-20150331-WA0007.jpg%3Fresize%3D580%252C424%26ssl%3D1&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.a4architect.com%2Fhouse-designs%2F&tbnid=snxqC9qTJwkk7M&vet=12ahUKEwjSo97z9dXoAhVYwIUKHf5uAXMQMygmegQIARBW..i&docid=_sK9J8uFwu9LjM&w=580&h=424&q=images%20of%20maisonette%20houses%20in%20california&client=ms-google-coop&ved=2ahUKEwjSo97z9dXoAhVYwIUKHf5uAXMQMygmegQIARBW

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/669066088371227254/

http://griffisgas.com/services/tank-sizes

The same technology can be used to make the bmi detector sensor fixed on doors but movable to stop on any height/person forehead to measure the stipulate like with the lens or a vcd/dvd or cd changer as well as disk man where the government of every nation takes the Bmi of every citizen and particulars and place them online so with like his SSN or ID no u can locate every1 u know on the website without necessarily asking them as this can be like bulling to them or lack of disrespect Lod

https://www.google.com/search?q=hand+help+body+temperator+detector&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjz1LDW9tXoAhVFlBoKHZiDDawQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=hand+help+body+temperator+detector&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQAzoECAAQQzoCCAA6BggAEAgQHjoGCAAQChAYUICXBFiH0wVg1twFaAxwAHgAgAGxAogB40iSAQkwLjI5LjE2LjGYAQCgAQGqAQtnd3Mtd2l6LWltZw&sclient=img&ei=2j2MXvP_EcWoapiHtuAK&client=ms-google-coop

https://www.google.com/search?q=hand+held+body+bmi+machine&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjbiYWE99XoAhVFEhoKHSxoDrYQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=hand+held+body+bmi+machine&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1D61QFYtakCYIOxAmgAcAB4AIABywGIAakVkgEGMC4xMC40mAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=Oj6MXtuEA8WkaKzQubAL&client=ms-google-coop

https://www.google.com/search?q=diagram+showing+the+lens+of+a+diskman&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwjFyr6R-NXoAhVF0RoKHSzHDMAQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=diagram+showing+the+lens+of+a+diskman&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1CZG1iZG2CGI2gAcAB4AIABwgGIAcIBkgEDMC4xmAEAoAEBqgELZ3dzLXdpei1pbWc&sclient=img&ei=Yj-MXsWRKsWia6yOs4AM&client=ms-google-coop

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JctsGCJFjOs

The above can as well be used to combat crime in port of entry of every nation in banks, insurance companies, institutions like school or document collection centers and even prisons, supermarkets etc It runs up and down-the lens place on door to the person forehead to get the Body temperatures and BMI as their is personification out of transfiguration in many people to falsify data so such techniques mitigate such mishaps. Engineers build on this to control intruders in our homes and business premises the same can be used to identify dignitaries on podium, parliament or during campaign to avoid the explained above

Mochanda molo cha, says-abishop, we tindo pt, tuo mal tinda tinda blo mako cianda ni ok mal it but malpier, tinda x2 mal pier blo mako cianda ni, ti gimaduong, lol maduong, we sevo pecha, wang’eyo ni sani budget tek, wate wawinje tokwatind tp wamedo nyakagi gazeti kata used books. Kitindo tp to ebet manur nur as ya face got being dumpy spirit not bright. And many like me can see.

Another area to get money 4 govt like in MN the id is valid 4 1 year b4 u replace it and it got replacement fee as much as lost ones. Got to think twice not just coming with things like made covid which we know the medication but u still refute cause the xmas eyeing has been destroyed so must get money to fund govt projects to a void shutdown as much as with E-bikes they should not be in a base or stop failure to which tantamount to warrant of arrest where they pay a fine and are out. This is another area where govts can get money as much as with E-taxi or buses.

In like Kenya chain-stores they put much emphasis on washing hands, yet inside the supermarket its hot conducive 4 the virus spreed. It would be more prudent to give masks than to wash the hands but they dont see. They wanna do their own, may it not be that the curfew monitors people spending habit b4 they are attacked or to hinder those who have known how to make artificial foods and gadgets as they are trying to locate them to just do the explained above. Lock down need processed food given to people who got none at dusk but 2 survive have to wake up the next morning to start fro scratch. Govt see into this. My friends it just cements the truth that with poverty and sickness better u die, its more costly and cumbersome. They are 2 anti-ethical issues!!!

I took my id to the police, but kinda, they wanted to like break a fight if i at all i had gone 1st. I hate people wanting my food, big or grown ups and women waiting 4 me with kids as i have both capacity to live in poverty and in riches. If they persist if resort to being poor and i wanna see where they will get to next, which person. Then hooliganism crops in alongside the roads, they just starts u then at dusk they call multitude to ambush ya and its crystal clear its from the police and whats from the corps is from the presidency. Folks how will it end, they are poor, the wealth they got is stolen collected wealth just 4 good will which they have given to lawyers as bribe to their ways to still move on but now finished as much as the dubious ways to such tricks blocked, like counterfeit money detector, coded padlocks with transit etc or as described in other tumblr a/c following this. Or chukuwa as take the Greencard which u will never see wanting me to say usa is poor while also their dirty tricks to getting rich i have blocked, so if they still claim poverty them as well are poor. At mahavir nursery in kisumu and opposite joventure hotel ksm, their lies big holes to get u to the outter crust and find ya way to any nation provided it has also that hole like with WSU, KS Campus and u can use e-drones or rols-roy 5 year airplane to do esp that. Dude we need detectors to unearth the truth as bring truth home to settle the dust of shame dos

I think its the press on screen as touch screen making people rude or infusing that spirit of not wanting to listen or get from 1 among people, i think we should some few resort to pad type phone as along time people were not all that rude but rather listeners and infuse with the sprinkle urine mixed with water on roads to calm people giving them “u can sit 4 long hours spirit even if u got no job, make ya plan-less as its utility can tame many youths to just relax not geared towards much which will induce them later to like join crime gangs” In-fact if 1 hurl his/her urine on the road next to ya, u feel, kinda something getting out ya forehead or brain or from ya eye. Aint kidding bro, pure truth dude!!!!

Even from play station, u can tell the devil the type of car or structure u want as road types or bridges as building and he makes it to ya provided u know the place in dark procedure then u hurl cold water unto the sacrifice place as garbage, chaff, hay or used bottles, cloths or shoes etc

Even by taking the photos/pictures/snap shots of machines u long to make and placing them in between the above sacrifice and hurling cold water make those machines type even gotten from websites such as www.alibaba.com or just googled pictures.

https://betwinner.ke/en/?btag=d_4837m_1c_bw_E8nP5mcB3WDRFFmcYStE4L

If going out of Australia was meant to be then getting out of Australia u will get Mr white man, same applies to SA, USA as well as Mr Hindu with where they are which aint their nation. If Going to Canada cause its big, was predestined 4 ya, Mr white-man immigrants from USA or Australia to cement the 1st truth above then getting to Canada u will get same to If Australia was the black mans land then Australia is a black mans land and u must get out of it whether me dead or alive. The message is get back to ya sphere and why did u say so in history books, were u lying? Then tell us, ought to have shut up 4 the truth to be not known, side effects of having 1st mouth.

Get the posture of that man in the song link below, kebi was well groomed at that time, hair well combed going back and face shinny like a little one while speaking in the joint not seated in upright posture but rather the head out like looking at something from a house window in the sky up above like a plane but with a smiley face as if something good had cropped in or their plan which seemed impossible was on the right truck as a woman he has desired had given in, saying in local dialect “Do u know what i will tell her as if he had a big invention in store 4 a super woman that will make any woman long 4 her“ As i had it he tinted Minaj and Robinson name in the print media, so they said they will becoming to KAMPALA at dat time, where kebi was residing, somewhere in the midst of 2017. As we had it it was so alarming so wanted to arrest him with local police after assuring the social media used was his and delete it, which was not easy as he had many Fb a/c using different names as some1 else can open the same with ya name. Oblivious of the dire consequences thinking is the best fit

https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Feverwideningcircles.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2019%2F12%2Fawe-beautiful-eyes-beautiful-girl-big-eyes-2709127-3-1820x1024.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Feverwideningcircles.com%2F2019%2F12%2F24%2Fawe-beau-lotto-lab-of-misfits%2F&tbnid=BiAPQ0LzHgRUlM&vet=12ahUKEwj6trbRr9HoAhWS_IUKHSPfC44QMygFegUIARDzAQ..i&docid=AXUZRbyjn_o6aM&w=1820&h=1024&q=images%20of%20people%20glancing%20at%20the%20sky%20in%20awe&client=ms-google-coop&ved=2ahUKEwj6trbRr9HoAhWS_IUKHSPfC44QMygFegUIARDzAQ#h=1024&imgdii=F7ZIIvw1yLVqFM:&vet=12ahUKEwj6trbRr9HoAhWS_IUKHSPfC44QMygFegUIARDzAQ..i&w=1820

https://www.shutterstock.com/image-photo/woman-closely-scrutinizing-painting-exhibition-museum-245589460

The Ghetto people as well have learnt the machine making gimmicks as well as foods so the have the huge population so have organized to make the same like milk, sugar, salt, meat, detergents or cereals and mineral water etc, to sell among st them to save the revenues and venture into other feasible sectors of the economy like operating hotels, Chain stores,Cake or bread bakery, schools, taxi, commuter services or scrap metal dealership. So it wont be routine as the Rich man target them as a market while belittle them or if the insist it can tantamount to violence as the have as well learnt to make ammunition. They are not to be left behind or to be humiliated lest we separate every tribe formed nation into soft and rude people like the USA and Europe where the rude migrated to America to form a new nation cause were oppressed in religious lines. Poor people will have the day, get this straight if the govt keeps on playing games lest the whole drama resolved with urgency.

With containerization u can tell your supplier to lock the container with a padlock never mind to send u the key but just give ya the padlock serial no upon which arriving at the local port u will cut with hack saw, if cut u will realize or we can employ a bar code on the seal with businesses along the road or with ballot box where if u take the serial scanner it gives u what the business owner or returning officer had written as applies in the local chain-stores. This avoids the cutting of the serial to be replaced with another 1 altogether. Click the link below 4 more

https://www.alibaba.com/trade/search?fsb=y&IndexArea=product_en&CatId=&SearchText=bar+code+machine

https://www.alibaba.com/trade/search?f0=y&IndexArea=product_en&CatId=&SearchText=bar+code+reader+scanner&viewtype=&tab=&refine_attr_value=351-5960

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Serial-Lock-Factory-Price-Adjustable-Length_62419080709.html?spm=a2700.galleryofferlist.0.0.57a26b01gVeux7&s=p&bypass=true

If u stay in school like college much people see ya as defecating in huge many parts, as u got blocked mind, dont look like at the Kenyan daily to see those salary are minimal than what u will be paid like in a 10 year period yet u r not guaranteed of ya life and in job as your job can be terminated yet with like scrap metal vendor to open is 10 thousand 4 cert just locating 4 land to do the same b4 u venture into something big like the white do but good/bad thing if u do dat they say u r money minded and associate ya with being kikuyu which many want not and all the white man lies like plane uses this and that while it uses heated gas to fly which the refute to gain still dominance and respect, buy small drone to know the truth online. What drone uses is the same technology plane uses period and many more dude.

Police using this created atmosphere to give criminal guns at dusk to investigate some-few and engage them in a shootout b4 changing the story and some teargas canister got covid virus in it. They can fire the same yet covid is airborne. SAYING local dialect to belong dont build the economy once dubious money making ways are blocked like 2goinvoice, making fake cash or carry1st, what canmake a nation is like coming upwith ya own decoder like with azam or bamba tv to get those from ya tribe who have subscribed to others like foreign i.e Dstv to subscribed to the local 1 to give u a leverage not just talking which heads to ya food. It cant go that way, or 1 engage ya in a debate which is finalized like covid with ginger which if u refute them, kinda, they get up like 2 one, wanting to like kiss ya or grab ya hand and the other kinda, wants to ransack ya pocket b4 again they came good to u. Bad character dude as much as the dignitaries with covid yet they now know the medication but still saying curfew goes on as usual to facilitate the above.

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&q=bamba+decorder+from+which+country

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&ei=5V-IXubNGMPggwfZq7WYDA&q=sonar+decorder+from+which+country&oq=sonar+decorder+from+which+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQAzoECAAQR0oKCBcSBjEyLTE0MEoICBgSBDEyLTVQ_9YPWM3dD2D85g9oAHACeACAAeABiAGYCJIBAzItNZgBAKABAaoBB2d3cy13aXo&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwim1IjKxs7oAhVD8OAKHdlVDcMQ4dUDCAs&uact=5

https://www.google.com/search?q=kenya+owned+pay+tvdecorder&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjq3pn8xs7oAhUGohQKHadmCS0QsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

Uganda own made internet, they are moving around convincing folks they got their own like in the link below but its just a matter of time b4 they role it out publicly

https://www.google.com/search?client=ms-google-coop&q=uganda+own+internet

Lets finish the white community once and for all dude by like the above

Many will get to heaven like Jesus says of the prostitutes as in the excuse 4 ya wrong behavior can be Mr Hindu used to change my mind with of anything to change my conduct and at that time no 1 told me that eating deep fried fish avert the same or eating skari ngulu with grown ginger, so u find ya self in heaven dude, its a plus to Mr Hindu gimmicks of convincing people taking their time to help take people to hell. I did not know, Christ with division to cement de truth.

Many working in the banking and the dignitaries signing in those bank setting deals will get to hell dude cause they are helping building Britain as those who subscribe to payed Tv playing their sports like DSTv and the watchers, its them who brought the Hindu to do the above. Buy even on higher purchase or on credit like in USA without taking loans from like their banks i.e stanchart or Barclays, chase etc and moreover they are shareholders in local banks as Barclays fund the EPL people describe above watch. My friends, Britain is poor as now the gadgets they claim to be selling every nation has their brands which will reduce their sales, so we wanna see where they get money if not online cash like 2goinvoice or carry1st or artificial tea they buy in small amount and make huge selling in Eu cause its them making the plane or ship as well as Coffee or selling cocaine/narcotics, used clothes or printing other nations cash as they got much tender in many nation of printing money, if they print yours at home they can print it anywhere and use it against ya. This is out of their spreading wings in colonizing the whole world as trust which is diminishing.

Less eating puts ya in the coffin and it doesn’t take long b4 u die. If now people are eating small fish and such vendors got money so want every1 to follow suit its up to ya dude, eat alone ya rudeness bro, anywhere u r looking 4 death as digging ya own grave Mr luo or kisii or masai, or trukana blooded men. Thats ya own problemo, u see police monitoring people who eat with their gimmicks, using some few locals to terrorize their next neighbors at nigh. That cements the truth that they are selfish with nothing, go straight to hell dude, siren gas period. Now the marathon or cry head to Australia, if true it was black mans land get out Mr white man period as well as America land of the Red Indians and some parts mexico, Mr Hindu get out and go back to ya country, every1 to his land as per the bible. Excuse was they could destroy the land by brick burning but now they have known how to make everything so can run their spheres. We wont bay ya cause we know u r kikuyu blooded who love themselves and cant serve justice, so we can afford to tolerate ya or be lenient to ya as previous that its the men bad and women good. Its a gimmick they learnt period dude. It will be an eye 4 an eye or a teeth 4 a teeth as revenge is the best dish served cold to us. The Negro get back to Alaska and be with Eskimos or get to Africa as we get to Australia, some cant condone ya character of claiming this and that without anything well known.

Lake Victoria basin was detonated as the lake is artificial so its long we know not, it was a network of rivers flowing to Somali b4 the join as tributaries to form 1 big. Detonators were place in deep holes many in a large area then detonated to change the course of the rivers by creating a big trench which water filled 4 along time b4 the located a weak point at Jinja Uganda to again dig an outflow 4 it not to grow big again to take the water out to Current Egypt, the dis-tributaries where dug as well to convince many it is natural just like with where the white and the blue Nile converge in S Sudan the same can be done to create anew lake altogether to convince ya. Maybe the reason they force its promise land 4 many to come and find themselves in hell if they fail to repent the East Africa River network was just like with the Brazilian many rivers joining to form the amazon river which if the above is done forms again another lake altogether and thats why the whites Migrated from here to Temperate land to come again later after along time. Click the link below 4 much

https://blogs.nelson.wisc.edu/es112-309-3/water/

Like a car company their car collection got not wanting to buy spirit like with Nissan, Dream-liner plane, drones using kebi AE technology which has not been compensated, Buick convertibles the same way with No fuel generators but lucky are we, at jumia now we got wind powered turbines placed on hill tops to gives us electricity or on high poles or on running water nearby to cement bible truth u will be left alone in the link below but many machine making company who knows the above encourages some to do the same so people hate those brands to still settle on their brands, so take heed b4 u assassinate better compensate and accept defeat bro

https://biblehub.com/isaiah/30-17.htm

https://www.jumia.ug/generic-1800w-lantern-wind-turbines-generator-5-blades-122448v-vertical-controller-2619670.html

https://www.jumia.co.ke/generic-200w-12v24v-wind-power-generator-red-lantern-style-wind-turbine-street-lamp-11713558.html

Stop blood donation, transfuse ya own blood, little taken like in time of accident then much made then transfused on ya. Made in the dark by mixing with distilled water then on the container its resting cold water hurled in the dark to make much. The hospital can employ people who can just do that period dude. Blood transfusion transfer bad genes or character to others changing their mindsets and it can be an excuse in time of judgement after death.

The gadget below helps know how much liquid like petrol or water has been used and can be a standby confirmation to ascertain credibility just like with electric meter alongside the power company 1 or water meter along the company 1 to eliminate overcharging of bill to be used in other not pleasing ventures by con men in govt at that time. Click the link below to cement the above truth bro

https://www.google.com/search?q=personal+home+digital+electric+meter+from+china+images&tbm=isch&ved=2ahUKEwiejaD_vM7oAhVJnRoKHe5ACJsQ2-cCegQIABAA&oq=personal+home+digital+electric+meter+from+china+images&gs_lcp=CgNpbWcQA1DBM1itRmCpSmgAcAB4AIABtwKIAYEOkgEHMC44LjAuMZgBAKABAaoBC2d3cy13aXotaW1n&sclient=img&ei=2FWIXp7BI8m6au6BodgJ&bih=658&biw=984&client=opera&hs=Yci#imgrc=xU_ngP8-Tb6RTM&imgdii=MMKz6XQh4WYXbM

https://www.se.com/ww/en/product-category/4100-power-monitoring-and-control/?filter=business-4-low-voltage-products-and-systems

https://www.alibaba.com/showroom/krohne-flow-meter-china.html

What is in Tumblr a/c Mrmonde is in detailed in tumblr a/c davidomolo or at kevinelsonmonde

Automated vending machine eliminates customer serving which breeds class in the link below

https://compulsive.tumblr.com/post/169099843014

Pay on-phone digital water meter, this amount gives ya running water 4 such hrs under the above specified pressure or this amount subscribed fill like this tank or is equivalent to this amount of water in liters to avoid water theft on the client and govt side as well, they are doing this to assure the women they want, this what they will do in rainy days when roads are impassible out of floods or collapsed bridges and car engine knocking out of water getting into it, while the women see its not prudent cause aint silent and its known will give them bad reputation. Thats the gimmick bro!!!!!

Click the link below to get a glimpse of prepaid water bill meters as explained above, this can save big time if backed with a big container to fill 1st to ascertain if the liter collected fit the supplier stipulated amount to avoid theft from the govt or city side or if this aint fruitful let u get the tank then the truck fill it and u pay them after every refill as well in the link below

https://www.google.com/search?q=prepaid+water+meters+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwist5u-n8zoAhXj0eAKHU-XDkgQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

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check tumblr a/c sirjustice50, We wanna finish the world period, they had known more than we know but as a tradition we ought to have known more than them esp Dstv with Sa And Uk and China many payed tv decoders with African made 1 like from Tanzania Azam decoder and u can google that and soon other African nations like Senegal will follow suit Buy the meter below and place it along ya city water bill meter to get the best results just like with thermometers, they don’t lie bro as much as electric meter

https://www.google.com/search?q=digitalised+water+meter+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjL08adm8zoAhVL5eAKHeZeDhwQsAR6BAgIEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

fly ua own drone in the link below, now where is the engine or is heated gas

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsIsB7AIf-M

what u want Mr, tell USA to get me my cash lest i hurl my ID to the police which they wanna know if i got to steal to facilitate personification. Mr China, dont look perplexed dude

https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard/blog/staff

The character portrayed in many white women community and like the kamba of not listening and rude is preparation 4 sex, they have known their dubious ways are headed no-where so cant be polite but rude to attract the male sex hormone.

Kinda, their is a psychological war going around, kinda, u see two people fighting holding like a welded frame iron trying to out do each other like to snatch from 1 another

Delanu says to kebi, an ablobeto chot lobinson, i mean lobinson cougar and it will be parthe after parthe. Dont disapoint me lobinson, he was heard after, kinda, being tipsy not of alcohol but after eating the tip of the sugar cane. Lobinson en mala, Robinson is mine not in the bble the nile is mine pharaoh heard saying, delanu duet wid kebi was saying in sharp but staggering retort as if a woman they loved most was or has played had to get 4 quit along time they cant take. PLEASH Minaj dont be an intruder or Andrea of WSU, KS.

Instagram search, u just search countries name and a list give and u post on comments at the same time send personal messages as my tumblr a/c is sirjustice50 to reach many in any nation. So if u wanna annihilate me think twice cause u cant eat of it to gain privilege as it would have be so, prudent, if it could bring the above picture.

Kenyans are rich, kar, kare if translated or abv, like that, ndivyo hivyo, after getting money out of 2goinvoice and carry1st so don’t mind about the poor, they call 4 curfew cause they have bought snacks and wheat flour to make mandazi or chapati to take them 4 months, anyway its 2 fold, we wanna know now the kisii blooded men cause they got that character,in eventuality take them to kisii, lock them down completely as a new small nation, with kamba we had known with the mask, a small mess they like shy away they gonna be infected, they are Mr am so high or that man is high and locating gimmicks to join the same or help thwart the mr so high or fly enemies. Instead of putting people in seclusion to jeopardize the running of economy, place tiny oxygen mask in the market 4 people to wear, those who got money, in crowded areas as jobs or in car parks like in the link below to still allow continuity of economic operation. May it not be a gimmick to sell such to the rich as kebi had seen it prior

https://www.shutterstock.com/search/baby%2Boxygen%2Bmask?image_type=photo&search_source=base_related_searches§ion=1&ref_context=keyword

https://www.google.com/search?q=small+oxygen+gas+cylinders&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=ms-google-coop&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjViZ-_8svoAhWx0eAKHQo1AIkQsAR6BAgHEAE&biw=1024&bih=654

The water bill can be inflated with the new digital meters from the head office, so it can be a fill the tank meter if it cant be flat rate 4 every household. Where u open a digital switch to fill the tank, to the brim , kinda, it pushes a lid to rotate the meter to signal the tank was filled again b4 use and seal liked the oppo phone 4 no intruder to mess with it. When water is finished in the tank which can be place on the ceiling board wide but short in height but broad in width and length to carry much water. And it should be digitalis-ed 4 the water office to sense a refill and a fill to the brim to avoid water theft on 2 frontier on the govt side as explained above and on the consumer side. Click the links below to facilitate the explanation

https://www.shutterstock.com/search/toilet+flush

https://www.amazon.in/Sintex-Loft-Plastic-Water-White/dp/B01DMBUPTY

Hindu blooded men, who got no-sense, wanna disturb people with their kids, people who they had look down upon yet they are from another tribe, 1st should take their plight to their community but bring to others. They say they got an amicable solution, u should set a side food 4 them that they give out excuses that now days people eat less just 1 meal on ya food, when 1 dies they lament yet is a best thing, rather die than stay in their discussing or pity company, when they got they know u not, sometime they behave they dont have and u know u know they have, they bring their shit to ya saying that they got things in store which are big by tolerating them u as well being bothered will benefit like US population per state still low and they are the Negros, so if they get back to the USA they will have pity on ya and send u madolares, as bucks, so just tolarate their conduct as u or ya kids will benefit big. They say they are learning automation, question is where is ya car, or payed Tv like the Tz 1? Friends time has overtaken ya and u cant continue with ya tricks again while others still insinuating they are opening African foods in Europe and USA like Mexican foods the whites have accepted them at large or has talked to the Govt of Nicaragua, Belize or Costa Rica to start the same down there or a tea factory as places like kisii or central are still virgin in tea products and many whites have cemented the truth so it will be a big thing and currently the gimmicks in like Kenyan govt explained in other following tumblr of this a/c are part of the reason of their confidence as to where to outsource some of the cash to start the above companies so just bear with us but not having it in mind we got artificial tea as those people partake ice tea which if artificial tea was used dont tint the teeth as with hot tea, Gimmicks after Gimmicks bro to no end. Question where has it taken ya or where will it take ya if not want to hit 1 in the eye b4 u came back again to him or put up a fight or in the dark ambush the 1 who was in argument with ya. U wanna be 1st still without anything, dude think twice!!!!

With luya people refusing to stop working with Mr hindu to stop the whole shit, when it gets well,it was a blessing in disguise u will not mingle with people agian anywhere in kenya, am not against ya but the truth, wanna fight me dude and its people thinking not mine, eeeh, eeeh, eeeh, see what am saying. Back u will get to ya lands as each tribe will be a nation.

Buy Zinox made in Nigeria computers, Kenyans where are u or just talkative with empty words, where is ya own or still bragging with others made computers, click the link below 4 more

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Leave Dstv and go for East African 1st payed Tv Azam from Tanzania in the link below, we wanna make sure we finish China payed Tv and Dstv and still hopping 4 more

http://bakhresa.com/azam-media-ltd/azam-tv/

Me if i grow up i will be the opposition leader and at that time i will not agree to your deals even give ya kids job, kebi, thats up to u, just be, it will help u with ya siblings and ya people. Me at dat time i will be pro-govt. Another say he will not repair my bike, well dont do that, u aint the bike repair ya self, i will take my kids bike to another repair retorts kebi and another one still says that i will be a worn out sufuria repair, well, just be, i will not repair ya sufuria as i will be the best at that time, i will take to another repair, u aint alone get that. Gimmicks employed 4 u to offer sympathy like sharing ya food cause they have known how gadget/machines are made not the way they think so cant employ that gimmick to survive. Kev text, even if u die the world will still continue as u cant stop the world business. Die we bury u, stop disturbing us with ya stupidity bro of wanting to fill ya belly, u hungry and wretched, desiring free things from people. If u go to Rusia mortuary, many kids of ya edge are laying helplessly on the shelves then who r u, die kid we bury ya, ya character is tiring and sickening period and moreover i did not take part i making ya, talk to ya govt to address the issue, when told a good nation must have like few people u oppose but right-now the truth has gotten u handy. Wanting to disturb hardworking people with disturbing kids, when they are thinking u r busy having sex to making babies u know not their destiny, better they die as death is the best justice. Question, how many have died and still the world has not come to a standstill? Die hommie, stop disturbance, we give ya a decent burial.

They want people to wear material cloths so u iron them like daily to increase ya electric power intake to increase the bill. When u do the above u r at holiday with them, with jeans or kaki or wash and wear they became like wild/mad with ya and thats the underlying truth bro. Govt gimmicks using criminals in their shortcomings.

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The link above shows digital water or power bill meter, many nations have resorted from above and it gives room 4 tiny theft by speeding the pace at which the digits changes in many a household cause even its bought under phone at home in small denomination so hard to know and tell and the government of such nations are reaping huge out of this dude.

Like with Kenya they have created the corona virus so every kid at home watching tv, listening to Radio, playing PS or Ironing clothes as charging phones 4 their pals or theirs thus increase water or power usage as bill, when parents come back home they will not know of the discrepancy above but put blame on kids that they use more power but no pinch as can be paid on phone as little as a buck or 4 dimes or just $ 1. The power station or water has the capacity to increase like in 1 unit used they say its two to reap huge big. So my text is electric bill should be fixed 4 every household no-matter the usage and thats why many governments are rushing to even connect every household to electricity and even rapid rural electrification not left behind the money got from the dubious making of artificial poles luring gays they are from SA. When every1 at home it also increase cooking gas usage or buying of new handsets as phone usage by buying the airtime, going to clubs etc, so the curfew is seeing into what have been explained above but happy are we as we now got AE technology as No fuel Generators from like China to avert the power situation above. This once bought and installed need no extra maintenance fee so eliminates ya from the hick-ups of rampant power surge and black outs as much as the dubious power games played by the govt which are open yet they refuse to hearken to the truth

Most plane or ships as boat get stuck or fall due to the failure of battery recharge system attributed by hitches in alternator as short-circuit, so raising the red light as effective on how it can be made, let the alternator be at the pilot or driver seating area where u can replace it by another waiting, like u can have 2 and it will solve the airplane accidents witnessed like every year. 4 example the gear that the belt is attached to rotate the alternator should be a long rod to the driver seat area where the alternator can just be inserted like gun bullets or grenade on the launcher like in the link below

https://nationalinterest.org/blog/the-buzz/why-militaries-the-world-over-still-use-grenade-launchers-23552

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1DH_6cHsGo

When u became good that town became cold or with snow as God thinks u r well behaved so needs less monitoring and vice versa and that why cities like Jo-burg or Atl witness snows and they resort to illegality to be hot with Nigeria cities they act good cause its hot to be cold but to no avail bro. God sees people in clear skies as opposed to humidity or fogy skies like in winter or cold lands and thats the gimmick dude

People whose lands are like 50% propelled by ports like Durban, Mombasa or Amsterdam are cry foul as with new plane technology that can even carry like 100 tonnes if fusible as the source technology it makes the carrying of goods in ships then getting them out again into trucks expensive, sources gets to airports or any empty land and off-loading done, so if u thought u r looking 4 huge port nations to go and benefit from like getting employed as it will never end think twice as much as with opening containers while on transit to still from many in a small way to make it big by combining, now we got coded locks as opposed to the seal which could be cut and another 1 replaced without the owner knowing and u get by, dude think twice ya plan now blocked as much as with the good which were factory made like machine eg cars, airplanes part, Tv or radios will be imported in minimal amount not as previous as the locals now got their brands to buy from even with decoders like dstv or direct tv have locally made competitors like with of Sa or Senegal and soon every nation will have theirs as they as well got that technology, lets u get stuck or blocked like in checkers. And i hope u know dat dude.

Anyway whats the essence with the curfew and even during the day kids have sex and intermingle, kwani at night is when they cant do the above. Its all hidden in the explanation above period.

What if finally it come to pass that not fake Ginger that has entered the nation but grown ginger cures corona? Question is will those affected be compensated by the police like the beaten ones. They had it in mind thus brought the fake ginger in the link below to discourage ya that ginger aint the cure so they benefit big time in setting a side money to combat the above and using their own grown ginger grinned in a blender then mixed with distilled water to cure the same, they smear red soil on the ginger to make u think they r grown

https://www.google.com/search?q=fake+ginger+in+the+kenyan+market&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiD5cPI77_oAhUOA2MBHbmrDOIQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

If Tanzania is making choppers then they are making drones, to cement my truth explained in 1 of tumblr a/c following this 1, b4 lake Victoria was fenced they used to catch fish with it then fry and via Argentina get to the outer space then to the bottom of the earth the to a house in Louisiana which is rectangle but has wooden fence like in the song below and get out the vent and get into the USA to commit the atrocities explained above dude, many nations are just hiding their innovations

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1UR2YR4yq6Y

https://www.google.com/search?q=tz+made+chopper+images&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjxzaWh8b_oAhWi3eAKHXUkDjEQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Mr trump is playing dice on the below, even their is a drop in usage of narcotics as many thought using such will liberate their mind and make them think or come up with gadgets that makes Mr oppressor tramples on them as they have known the hidden truth behind gadget making as explained in other tumblr a/c following this 1. M any nations want to stay afloat by capitalizing on this to still fund their empire. “Staying a float in the rainy days where their is no food as most food crops are destroyed in the farm like by heavy down pour or hailstone“ Pe not penis in local jargon or therluoji, king of the jew to cement the truth. Their is hunger, aketch, njaa out of the above

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3Xi6uvRUrM

https://www.google.com/search?q=trump+addressing+the+force+next+to+navy+ship&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjhk7Gq8r_oAhVx8uAKHYe9CxIQsAR6BAgJEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Their deal now blocked as their negro counterpart has known how to make artificial tea, cocoa, chocolate, cakes or coffee which in the USA is sold as iced tea and in that nature dont spoil the teeth as hot tea. So they want to introduce iced tea in Africa as they introduced KFC to attract more African consumers to add to the Negro population to still stay afloat, even their markets in Mexico, Guatemala, belize, Nicaragua, panama has learnt the same even automation to shrink their market so resorting to dubious ways like the corona case with the police curfew. Stop dude, times up and get this straight u cant teach old dogs new tricks, back off me dude!!! Still u claim superiority, u r more superior than me, shit dude, people are the same period in anything dude. Still wanna lead the parade and be 1st, then, stop homie lest put up a fight, let it be a tag of war, Mr Hindu

Stop many words that people are trespassing into ya premise or business, use the cheap wireless cameras above and for identity crisis as people transfigure like in airports, schools or in businesses to manipulate things then employ the cheap finger print scanner in the link below as well

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Now the temperature of like tea or coffee u r taking using the digital thermometer in the link below where if the beverage becomes cold tell ya wife or Girl-friend and vice versa to warm it a little bit until it reaches the temperature u desire not to spoil ya teeth or make ya teeth grow numb or maybe make ya over-sweet to make ya want to bathe again, while tired, b4 u retire to ya bed or talk a walk on the hot humid summer weather. Dude think smart but let it be twice bro. “The truth is right here with us and we cant hide or escape from it bro and thats the bottom line no kidding dude“

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Looking 4 CV OR CV-S Store as corona virus is cv or locating the hurled Gold wanting free things bro, i now know ya period.

Traditions of a tribe like the jumping of masai at the airport goes along with poverty and sympathy, as the nations develops to became like among the 1st world it means traditions got no place cause now u r par eliminating the above, if u insist with the same it breeds spirit and that’s what happening in Kenya with the police beatings to signal ya the character of Big bodied people of not listening and the rampant shootings in SA as they still hold to traditions. If u insist on the above it means u want to trample on a certain tribe which can turn on ya like with the big bodied people above or like the luo tribe now starting say they are this and that to no end.

Corona virus has cure and its grown ginger, Kemri ought to have investigated this and tell people to stop the beating of grown ups who are anti-masai gimmicks and that’s what is monitored during the day then if u walk bad at dusk a rod on ya. They wanna make money with the sanitation placed to wash ya hands, its open dude, stop, like those soap bottles are taken back and more hand wash added and sticker place on them and sold again, even at the scrap metal base they opt 4 the same. Now they monitor how u eat, how much u spend cause the nation is poor as the gimmicks like making extra-key is now eliminated by combination padlocks in trucks along the way and businesses as well, so they brought the curfew so u buy food during the day to monitor the mentioned above cause at dusk u get along the roadside venders and u buy not known, so the curfew is to bar the vendors from selling to u or to bar u from getting into their houses to buy. Friends which nation is governed that way, it should be like national park and if u behave bad with food its your kins and friends to advice ya on the same period. Masai cant eat in people houses even if the bulk of the national cake made in their lands, the Govt ought to have come up with a law suit to take like 2-3 % of net pay of every civil servant to see into the above like people who are coming from those lands where like Tea, coffee, cement, horticulture are grown- to cater 4 their hunger so they don’t behave like the above that they have been sidelined cause its crystal clear civil servants are paid from the above. But now its too little too late as it now calls 4 separation among every tribe as they have learnt making gadgets and ammunition as well they can use against another and say its the police, u can collect made like guns in 1 base but in the dark somewhere they are still making, its just a sample bro. Separate the nation stop game among ethnic lines, can save the situation big time. I wont be writing everyday b4 u come up with again another gimmick, what next after corona dude, gangsters, answer me dude?

They culture corona virus place in conducive gas cylinders b4 transferring into like small perfume spray to facilitate the above which if u unearth makes the govt anxious to sent the police as the corona curfew deal is havocked.

What’s happening in Kenya we put the blame on ICC, cause its them who allowed the orchestrators of PEV to still be rulers to champion the above maybe after being bribed to facilitate the agendas of the Mr. Big Man as The White community. If u talk ill of the masai blooded they are unto ya at dusk if u walk bad marking ya cloth of the day u r wearing bro.

https://www.standardmedia.co.ke/article/2001358331/tuju-fights-sh1-5b-loan-case-ruling-by-uk-court

The link above represents areas where the said loving good life Mr. big man but somehow lazy, wants to invest by the cash gotten from the corona saga as explained above. Their plans are to get women which they will never get as other spheres have as well come up with innovations as I tell you to click the link to see and saying Kenyans where are you or just bickering, accept u r poor or it calls 4 violence against the govt cause is sickening and tiring dude!!! They plan to stay a float capitalizing cash gotten from this saga like buying E-motorbikes, buses and put them on roads as well as like medium ships to place into Lake Victoria to take people to Uganda and Tanzania promising huge reaps as profits. Folks we want to see their next over-ambitious plan or-else it calls 4 massacre period, don’t get me in a bind dude, I aint championing 4 violence but a better world 4 all on it and that’s my text dude. Get busy boy!!!!

Traditions don’t take ya anywhere like with the latest innovations below, their is nothing like playing orutu with the luo or planting ng'ou tree or jumping at the airport with the masai or bull-fighting with the luya or listening to lingala with tipsy mean claiming that’s why they are innovative or watching EPL it calls 4 creative thinking and that’s final dude and its impeccable.

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The repairs of old door locks are crying foul as with the digital combination ones which many opt 4 cause their is no duplicate with opening keys and no-repair as when u 4get passcode u buy a new 1 or when have hitches u do the same. If many replace them, it means the repairs above will be rendered useless and jobless unless they venture into another field altogether which as well proves cumbersome.

Manze ule mama mwenye anafanya Princeton University as library assistant, ule mkenya says Raymond sharply getting into kebi conversation, but kebi comprehends and says huyo, that 1 in English. Manze alinipa jobo katika ile hoteli karibu na hiyo shule, sikukuwa na do mtu wangu, vile alinipa, nilirukia, nikasunguwa nikasuguwa nikasunguwa, mtu wa mine and guess what ndiyo hiyo 30 bucks mkononi taslimu. A 1 hour job beste wa mine!!!!

Kwani wanataka nini, kana kwamba wanakuangalia kama nyama hanged kwenye butcher mtu wa mine. Kuna kitu jomba says Rodgers.

Choppers are 4 the poor sympathizers and any1 who owns or ride on such is known that way, the rich-man sympathizers ride on light aircraft pictured below. Choppies are book warmers and most are from the Ghetto, most rich kids are dummies and if any cleaver most have the paper previously which if captured and placed on a tumblr a/c with the index number then the subject name or abv then the whole exam stealing saga atrophies. I left banking along time and stop liasing with hooligans to like sturb me with a knife which they investigate if I have as well as the policeman in it as much as lecturers. Sudden death, die hard and make sure u die ya own death bro. If I got the knife they join hands and break it wanting me to buy another 1, u gay, fuck u, u glutton, we know the cloth u r wearing weather black or gray or the writtings, it will be used against ya like to eliminate ya by shooting ya from up above like from a chopper. Even if u die, now its better, we have known how gadgets are made, unless u know how to communicate with the devaura which if u don’t know we kill ya 1st, cause u r a bother but if u can we can give ya 2nd chance. Ya corpse taken if incase with rude kids, place under dough, plastic or glass bottle, old shoes, chaff, cereals or old clothes to make mini-misiles to follow big sent missiles like in the link below where in the dark they hurl like cold milk unto the above and boom an armoured mini-misile is formed. 4 rude strong bones adults they are used to make big trucks like in the link below

https://www.dreamstime.com/photos-images/missile.html

https://www.navistar.com/navistar/

https://www.kanyidaily.com/2016/08/first-ever-tanzanian-made-helicopter-to.html

https://www.123rf.com/stock-photo/light_aircraft.html?sti=lavfo1s78tadzwfxyh|

Coconuts when placed like in dough makes as well as Nofuel china generator and u can google that bro to see or the automated vending machines in the link below while dough placed like making mandazi with garlic inside makes smartphone or small gadgets like watches, pulse rate readers, thermometers etc. Phones as well can be made with cattle tongue under the hurl cold water unto them in the dark

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.safeboda.passenger&hl=en

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/Cheapest-price-WQ-48-egg-incubator_60290034675.html?spm=a2700.8293689.youMayAlsoLike.3.38c067affsfDH8

https://www.shutterstock.com/search/automatic+vending+machine

The above automated vending machines are dollar or Euro enabled as well you can talk to the manufacturer to make which can accept ya currency and even pubs atrophies as much as shops provided is like armored and seats are heavy to break and thereby u got wireless camera to monitor your like alcohol pub or ya shop. Make work easy don’t struggle with loss in business attributed to theft from timing customers and miscalculation give customer much than they want, don’t get me in a bind women “it aint ejaculation” but am talking about balance to the client maybe out of being tipsy or faulty machines like calculator The above is also done not to allow the boda boda riders create a pool conducive 4 hooliganism, make them not know each other but to be a 1 man guitar fail to which tantamount to warrant of arrest if the local police are prudent in their management period

Click the link below to get a glimpse of Jamaica made motorbikes

https://www.shutterstock.com/search/harley+davidson+bike

Click the link below to get a glimpse of 1st solar powered Tv from Tanzania, Kenyans where are u in this are bro, shut up dude, stop accuses and wanting free things lest u r silenced

https://plugintheworld.com/news/mobisol-launches-43inchtv/

https://www.mobisol.co.tz/packages/sts

Get a glimpse of Akon built city in the link below https://edition.cnn.com/2018/06/25/africa/akon-launch-crypto-city-senegal/index.html

1st solar powered smartphone made in kenya images in the link below

https://www.dotsavvyafrica.com/dotsavvy-launches-juasimu-the-worlds-first-solar-powered-smartphone/

Made in kenya solar panels in the link below

http://www.m-kopa.com/m-kopa-goes-made-in-kenya-with-pv-panels/

A man allowing police to cane him and just laughing as its pure jokes as corona virus medication is grown ginger period dude, “Open gimmicks dude amongst dignitaries not criminals“

If u opt to make ya own mini-ship to save as new 1 maybe expensive using the E-small car engine to propel it then the below digital speedometer will be of great help to ya in the link below or with ya made siren gas propelled machine like with cars or bus

https://www.jumia.co.ke/catalog/?q=digital+speedometer

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+digital+speedometers&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwirvI2Y-b_oAhUN8hQKHXGLBDQQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

With ya made boat crossing the atlantic maybe from Dakar, senegal to NY USA u can use the direction compass in the link below not to get the other side and get lost all together but makes ya stay abreast in ya way untill u reach ya desired destination. You of little faith period

https://www.google.com/search?q=images+of+digital+direction+compass&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjKvcXC-b_oAhUJlhQKHd6QCycQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910#imgrc=WFv5mh9w7wpQuM

owhowo matek, stupid!!!!, the small nations after mexico is the gimmick they sell their artificial tea or coffee USA and mexico, they got star bucks there as well as MC Donald, Dillon, Walmart and more where they sell much of their iced tea products

Click the link below to get full information on Cameroon made bus yet nations like Kenya are still prouding themselves and looking 4 like tata bus company to set their plant in the nation. Kenyans where are u dude?

https://www.224digitalmedia.com/?p=9779

Check as well 4 maisha computers in the link below from Tanzania

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You want me anytime in the restaurant to set food aside 4 u as i dont eat it all, well, so good but 4 how long? Will we usher in new year and reach another xmus doing that? Stupid dude!!! U must find a solution 4 that or u declare ya-self hunger stricken so the world step up or if u continue it calls for caning like they did to Christ. Ega ng’ielre tobado wasema nikuachie dish kama angali wewe bado mtoto mchanga, it can be 4 weeks but after a month u look 4 an alternative way to feed yaself dude. Wapatiye kidogo hadi lini Mr Orezo, kwani ni walemavu ama watoto wachanga?

Dstv or China like Zuku, bamba should employ the sport betting method 4 people to pay even 4 only like 1 movies, sports or a series as multi-programs not necessarily paying 4 the whole month this will as well increase their profitability as many will subscribe what to see when a round as opposed to the monthly pay which many dont opt 4 cause most of the time they aint in the house. China with corona virus and SA with Dstv, they created the same 4 what is happening to take shape, children and students get home and do more subscription to increase profitability and many Presidents went to SA to officiate the same. Daytime gimmicks and gimmicks dude, style up dude!!!