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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere Pomefiore x reader AU |Discovery for the Queen

Okay so context is here but you don't need it if you don't want to

I felt like I didn't communicate this idea clearly enough so I change some things

Mostly Rook and Vil but I'll elaborate if you ask me Btw⚠️things get pretty dark⚠️

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“(Y/n)?! From highschool!!??”

You turned to see the nicely aged Silk, a semi-popular kid you shared multiple classes with. You were surprised to see him in Pomefiore, nonetheless you let him hug you even with all the groceries you had. You had left your little cottage in order to gather ingredients for a family recipe. While excitingly sharing some tales with the visiting children you were overheard and asked to make it. And since you were watching the kids anyway you figured you might as well.

“H-hi I’m surprised to see you out here. I always took you for someone who loved city life.”

“Yeah well things have been a little hectic lately…”

He spoke of his typical sub-celebrity status coming under fire for some false claims about being racist. He continued to talk, not noticing or rather ignoring your uncomfortable darting eyes. You worriedly checked on the prespirating milk jug and you absent-mindedly nodded in hopes he’d wrap things up.

“--and they just kept making a big deal over one word I said like five weeks ago. So judgemental.”

“Well that's great but I have to go. I bought some milk and I really need to get this in the fridge soo..”

“That's cool I’ll just follow you around then.”

“E-excuse me?” You missed the part where you invited him to do such a thing.

“Yeah I mean who better to show me around then my old buddy?!”

“But I have to-”

”Great, now let's go before that spoils.”

You rolled your eyes as he walked to his car, waiting for you to go to yours. As you drove you kept an eye on him in the rear view mirror internally cursing him when he turned when you did. Slamming your door as you dragged your groceries towards your cottage you grumbled as he moved as he fell in line with your steps all the while ranting about whatever. He only stopped when the sound of a car pulling into your driveway made him slow and you internally thank whoever it was that was being the perfect distraction.

“Bonjour mon chér! I noticed you struggling!”

“Ah thanks Rook.” You let the sheriff take the remaining bags from your arms as you reached for your keys and let everyone in. Immediately you began putting the groceries away with Rook helping on the side. While leaving out some ingredients that you need to cook with he looked at Silk from the corner of his eye, opening his mouth to ask but was stopped by the man in question himself.”

“O. M. G. Rook? Like Rook Hunt, the former animal kid? Man, did everyone from school move here?”

“W-wait what? He went to Night Raven too?!”

You looked at the sheriff who was still smiling but his eyes looked annoyed as he nodded his head in greeting.

“Well it's nice to see you too, monsieur peu profond, taking a vacation from your career?”

“Finally,” he patted the sheriff’s back, “someone who knows who I am! I can’t tell you how many people I come across in this podunk small town–”

He droned on and on letting you look on at the occasionally nodding Rook. You were trying to recall where in school you might’ve seen someone that resembled the man you knew today. All you could think of was the…different blond kid that was often mocked and feared by everyone. But that couldn’t have been him because his hair was long and unruly; he was rumored to have ridiculous stats on people and he was notorious for his…creepy green eyes.

Maybe he did actually go to your highschool.

You pushed the thought aside offering them some tea as you began prepping to make your soup. Perhaps the mayor could be of assistance, after all he did say that they met in highschool…

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“Whoa you can’t tell me this place is literally a part of this dump-town.”

You swallowed the urge to yell at him as you and Rook entered the mayor's office. The sheriff said he had to complete some business anyway so he came with, enduring Silk’s insults. You could tell that he felt the same way as his smile dropped and for a moment you were worried he was going to go full on hunter on this man but thankfully the mayor intervened.

“Perhaps you meant to say rustic, potato.”

In all his glory, was Vil Schoenheit walking into the lobby with his secretary and some other townsfolk exiting that room. You went to greet him raising your hand to wave but the following words were stopped once again by the oblivious Silk.

“WHAT!? Is this where you’ve been hiding all these years!? The internet’s going to blow up with this-Hey!”

Before he could even press on the app Vil snapped his fingers and his secretary snatched the phone out of his hand. Stepping in between Silk who was reaching desperately for the device Rook continued to smile.

“As the sheriff I’m going to ask that you refrain from recording our mayor. And on that note aren’t you supposed to be taking a break off of the internet.”

“Ugh fine..I guess.”

You abandoned greeting your friend and instead tried to talk to him again only for Silk to once again interrupt.

“So Vil-”

“SO LIKE How’ve you been? It's been ages since highschool and you’ve gotta be pounding some serious p-”

You were done. While he was distracted with Vil you silently dismissed yourself to your car, hurriedly trying to start your car. You blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. Why were you crying? Why were you being so sensitive? It's not like you weren’t used to being pushed aside…being ignored…You did a quick swipe at your eyes and took the car out of park and into reverse only to be stopped by Vil who just seemed to appear at the window.

“You wanted to talk to me?”

“...I did but I’ll just text you later.”

Wordlessly the former model reached over you and put the car in park once again. Stopping to let his hand rest on your seat buckle effectively caging you to give you that look.

“..You’re giving me that look again…”

“Because I know you want to say something and as…your friend I don’t want you to suffer like that.” He seemed to choke on the words at somepoint but maintained the eye contact you dreaded. You tried to look deeper into his violet eyes and you found yourself relenting when you saw that commanding determination.

“D-did you know we went to the same highschool, Night Raven?”

He didn’t immediately answer, flickering to the building almost accussingly before dipping his head.

“I did..I assume the Silkworm said something.”

“H-he did,” something in you felt wrong confirming but you pressed on. “Why didn’t you say something, unless you were mad I wouldn’t remember or something?”

Vil once again flickered his eyes to the building before laying it all out for you.

“I’m sure all caterpillars are embarrassed to be seen as the inching, ugly thing that they are. Until their final transformation to the glorious creature you see today. I needed some time to get there and I didn’t want to disgust you.”

“Ah Vil, you could never.” You brought your hand to rest on top of Vil’s manicured own, looking into his eyes once more as he stared back with wide-eyes.”I would’ve loved you no matter what you were like. That's part of the beauty of knowing someone for so long, I can see more than anyone how far you’ve come. From learning your own mistakes and setting a different course for your life.”

You exhaled, tired and proud that you were totally able to protagonist your way into your friend's heart who had begun to smile at you. He crossed his arms to lean himself on your open window, still smiling with what looked to be giddy.

“Loving, huh?”

“Sorry if that was cheesy, but I meant it.”

He chuckled and looked like he wanted to say something only to hear the slam of his mayor’s office door open. It was Silk, storming out with his hair in disarray and angrily clutching onto his phone. Spotting you he slotted himself in the same window Vil was just leaning into.

“We have to go! These nut jobs are out of control and you know what, I’m done with this internet ban! I am going to record! I am going to post! I’ll need an internet connection…”

“W-well it was…great to see you again but I have to go” You tried to leave him hoping he’d finally go on his way.

“It’s cool I’ll see you back at the house.” “What?!”

“What?”

“Sacre bleu!”

You, Vil, and Rook seemed to be on the same page about this man fighting it within you to not let out a frustrated scream.

“Don’t you all look so surprised, I need an internet connection to do this.” He walked off going into his car skirting away before any of you could protest. A groan of silence fell over you three before Vil spoke.

“I think he should be invited to the town-hall meeting. Rook could you?”

“Already did, Roi du Poison. (Y/n) will you be willing I wouldn’t mind coming over to ‘surveil for vermin.’”

You got what he was trying to say and at this rate you would need him and the whole town to get Silk off your back.

“Thanks Rook, I’d appreciate it.”

Once again your precession left the mayor’s estate in hopes of getting to your house before Silk destroyed it.

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“WHATS-UP GUYS HERE WITH ANOTHER VIDEO–”

This had been going on for too long without a sign of stopping watching this grown man stomp around your house as he shared way too much of his life. You tried to keep your especially personal effects out of his way and even with Rook’s help you just couldn’t keep up.

So you just resigned to sitting at the counter wistfully sighing as you and Rook enjoyed some (f/d). You were just going to ignore him before feeling the tug of Silk's arm pulling you close to his chest in the light of the camera with words that made your heart sink.

“I know what you all have been saying. ‘Ah~he’s a racist.’ but think about it, how can I be when one of them is my friend. See? Say hello to everyone (Y/n)!”

You felt like throwing up. You shoved the man, ignoring his whines as he continued to perform for the camera. Running through your house you finally let go, allowing yourself to sob into the field that leads beyond your porch, where you felt truly released from the presence of the man’s proverbial stench. You let your frustration out with your own weak exterior that let this fool into your house. Cursing the part of you that couldn’t seem to remove him yourself.

You failed to realize that Rook had come from within the house to hold you tightly from behind. When you felt his presence at your back and the comforting scent of pine you turned into his chest to cry. He held you tight as you sobbed into his uniform clutching onto him like he was your lifeline. Rook let himself lean into you, sending a glance at Silk who was still inside your house fussing about how bad the internet connection was. The only comfort he got from the image was the fact that the town meeting was today and that Silk happily accepted the invitation.

Holding onto you even as you began to doze off, you sleepily asked Rook to stay longer and on any other day he would have happily agreed but, “There’s a town meeting, I have to mon chéri.”

When you protest, hazy and not fully aware he lovingly gives a peck to your unattended forehead.

“Don’t fret, I'll see you soon. Sleep, so you’ll have enough energy when the children come.” With such little coaxing you were dozing away for your late evening nap completely unaware as the sheriff’s whole visage of soothing became one of malice as he stalked to the living room where Silk was still complaining about Wifi.

“Finally, so are we going to this party or not?”

Silk spoke so nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just made his darling cry themselves to sleep. Slapping on an artificial smile, Rook Hunt directed him to his car insisting he let Silk relax as he chauffeured the brat, the former classmate of his to the town hall.

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“Alright and where does this puzzle piece go?”

Finally the children were here, happily entertaining themselves all around your house having ate your family dish and preparing to head to bed. Despite outnumbering you twelve to one they were all quite well behaved but there was a hint of disorganization seeing as someone was missing.

“Oh Miss/Mister (Y/n), I miss Humphrey…I know it's his first town meeting but I just miss him.”

“Awww me too, (Y/n)!”

“Yeah, I miss him too.”

Suddenly everyone was overcome with a bout of sadness and you were only able to calm one. So you chose itty-bitty baby Rew rocking her as she scrunched up her face in preparation to ball. Soothing her amidst the noise you missed the previous action of one of the children climbing up on the mahogony coffee table to regain order.

“Then let's go see him, right now!”

The cheers and stampeding feet out your door had you running right after them as they quite easily navigated themselves to town hall. What did you expect? They had lived here all their lives mastering the ins and outs of this place better than you of course still having moved here just a short while ago. So you only expected to be scolded when they ran to the basement of the building flinging it open and running in. What you weren’t ready for was the grandiose structure beneath this building. That acted as a nosebleed section for the ones committing to something you would imagine to be revealed in books you’ve read long ago.

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“T-this is quite the weird p-party Rook…D-did y-you f-forget to bring a robe for me?”

“Nope, it's all part of the routine! No worries you won’t be cold much longer, monsieur peu profond.”

Silk was naked, told to strip for what he assumed to be easier access among a crowd of people from the town doing exactly the same. He expected this to be a frenzy of some kind, an all out fest since everyone in the town seemed to be a swinger. But no one reached for him instead moving around him as they each went to mannequins of their matching size with robes on them.

Now everyone had a robe except for him, suddenly bashful he went to cover himself while listening to Rook guide him through this dungeon-like area.

Perhaps this was a bit of foreplay? He had a growing discomfort in his chest as he felt the need to hide his phone. He couldn’t hide it well but it didn’t seem like anyone noticed as he crossed his arms and held the object to his torso.

Arriving in an elaborate room decorated in indigo tapestries with a crown-like emblem with a golden finish. He couldn’t help but gasp in awe at the regal-feel the space had. Not to mention on a throne sat Vil Schoenheit dressed in a similar robe with more golden accents and with his hood pulled down. There was someone next to him, a shorter girl with light hair and big blue eyes. He swooned a little but shook it off to maintain his composure

He had to capture it.

Pulling out his phone to snap a picture or two. Everything that he, for whatever reason, feared went down. The first picture flash and sound went off but it illuminated the balconied seats that were empty but there. The second picture directed at the glitzed out duo on a stand had its subjects and everyone around them glaring. Wordlessly his phone was snatched away by a short cloaked person who defected from the group to hand it to the pretty girl beside Vil. Silk felt the pull of other cloaked persons hold him back, dragging him away from his phone that was being inspected in the gloved hands of this seemingly bored girl.

Finally being let go he was launched into an ashy stage that immediately covered his knees, feet, and hands in disgusting soot. Standing up to avoid touching anymore of it he stood up to see some device being hooked up to his phone before watching its illuminated screen light up in the face of this girl, who grimaced as the videos loudly played. Everything he had said just hours before was being replayed for everyone and as Silk stood there in the nude he thought that perhaps he might have annoyed some if not all the people there. Different cloaked figures were gasping, sneering, and cursing at the content on his phone. Especially the girl, Vil, and Rook who were respectfully glaring at the video, glaring at his podium, and glaring at Silk with an unforgiving scowl.

“Alright, for once I’m not stalling this ceremony let's begin.” The girl–boy? spoke with disgust as he finally looked at Silk

“I agree.” The former model’s tone was certain and commanding, as he simply nodded his head for the cloaked figures to begin pulling things from a storage bin nearby. Dawning shiny elbow-reaching gloves the locals began pulling out their tools of choice.

Whips?! Paddles?!

Chains?!

So maybe a little BDSM?!

No, that wasn’t it.

Swords?!

Fire pokers, being heated up?!

Bats!?

One fellow had a bucket that he dipped a cloth in it no sooner dissolved with a fizzle and thats when he tried screaming.

“Ugh this one’s so unruly.”

“Yeah hey Sister ya brought a needle with ya didn’t ya?”

“Actually crochet pins.”

“That’ll work.”

A lot of them held him in the soot while this ‘sister’ forced his mouth shut before stabbing them into his lips effectively pinning it close and forcing Silk to swallow his screams and his own blood as Rook went to speak.

“Gather around the Plumes of Pomefiore and gaze upon the wicked waste of the clueless others. An outsider, corrupted without the blessing of your queen.”

“Burn ‘m!”

“Tear him apart!”

“Peel his skin off!”

Vil stood tall on his podium before booming out once more.

“Silence!”

They listened, bowing their heads for the speech to continue.

“As is tradition, anyone your queen refuses to accept, you have every right to exterminate them but remember this! The power of their life force must be given to your queen dedicated and devoted to your practice for this to be true! Will you do this?”

The echoed chambers roared with a resounding cry of ”Yes.” As the final chant was made by Rook, Vil, and Epel who somehow incited the kindling of a purple flame to erupt on the mini stage that Silk was writhing. Immediately he tore his mouth from the pins and had begun to screech as he felt his soul and body being drained away.

Standing he went to run off the stage only for him to be sliced at by an elongated blade. Chanting on their own with every attempt to leave the stage he was slapped, whipped, sliced to let his flesh melt within the purple flames. This cycle continued for the better half of an hour where every new attempt to leave the heated pain was met with a cloaked one’s weapon. Finally the screeching human shape began to thin and buckle, crumpling into a mishapened heap onto the stage.

The fire eventually wisped away and the people cheered as a stone being held by Vil glowed an array of colors to a halfway point before once again fading to its original color. The three on the stand took note that it was only a matter of time before they could properly harness the power of the queen, smiling to themselves when they thought of the vessel that was going to inherit the power alongside them. Their thoughts were interrupted by the silence of the crowd and the faraway children that were cheering their parents and families from above. The cloaked group below waved and hollered in tandem with their children who were steadily making their way down a flight of steps. The atmosphere was joyful even as they gathered once more to allow the shortest cloaked one pour the acid over the mishapen corpse. Cheering and praising they missed your horrified face flash in the darkness of the upper level before handing off a bundle and running away.

Before Vil could say anything Rook was in pursuit, easily snatching your trembling form as you tried to run away. Noting that the townspeople would be exiting soon he continued to hold you, completely unphased as he sat you within his car. Laying you in the backseat before climbing on top of you holding down your arms with one of his hands while the other held your mouth closed.

“Oh ma lumière, hush hush! I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” He realeased his hand resting it on your cheek as you cried hysterically

“NO!Agh! No you all just sat there and-Oh my gosh-he’s dead!”

His eyes glinted joyfully in the moonlight as he watched you once again become so exasperated and exhausted with stress you had fallen limp no longer fighting him. You let him cradle you as he kissed you along your cheeks, your lips, your eyes, your neck. It escalated to licking then, sucking, to full on marking all along your neck and chest leaving you out of breath to question:

“-wh-uy?”

He chuckled, continuing his unraveling of your garments as he spoke smoothly between his ministrations.

“It's for our future mon amour, for you to finally be a part of Roi du Poison’s plan.”

You had begun to cry again, moving your arms out from under Rook to wipe your tears away “T-to k-kill all your-your outsiders?”

“Non non to rule the world.” He spoke so plainly and so happily. It caught you off guard.

“Wh-what?!”

“Rook you couldn’t even change out of your townmeeting garbs before you ran off!”

“Désolé Roi du Posion, they were just so distraught. I felt compelled to attend to notre reine!”

The mayor sighed, flipping his hair out of the way before leaning over you to whisper deeply into Rook’s ear. Emerald eyes were on you as he smiled wider, if that was possible.

With a blush and a metaphorical tail wagging he removed himself from you, cordially handing his keys to Vil before darting back into the town hall. Vil watched him run off with a smile on his face before turning back to you, looking disheveled and confused.

“Wh-what did you say?”

“That we’d meet him at home,” reaching into the glove box before pulling out a needle filled with a mysterious indigo liquid.

“And that we’d be ready.” Holding your jaw he shoved the end of this needle to the back of your throat pushing in this liquid. And as you coughed and tried to spit it back up he held you down by your jaw, waiting until your movements became less focused. He waited until your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head to kiss your lips gently before standing up to go and drive.

“Oh darling, we have so much to talk about.”

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s1nk1ng-s0n1c · 1 year

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Updated pinned post because my last one was TRASH

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Age: 22

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Weight: 15kg

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userblaney · 1 year

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racism rant part 23456786543245

the double standards are through the fucking ROOF. it actually makes me want to fucking strangle someone. if i get called 'racist, and anti white' for saying that white ppl cannot experience racism and get held back when i have another lesson????? then a pasty ass dude call me, the n word (im fucking brown anyway) IN FRONT OF A TEACHER?? AND NOT FACE ANY CONSEQUENCES??? and if i report them?? i'm 'mistaken' and hes 'just uneducated'??? number one. educate them?? number 2. thats unfair???? these incidents happened when i was 14 btw. but do u know what is even more painful?? when ppl 100% know what they are doing, what theyre saing and the meanings of theyre actions and consequences. im talking about higher ups, teachers, slt members, shopkeepers, all that. it makes me so fuckING MADDDD. im in a class with one of my friends. she has a pretty noticeable indian accent bc she yk. moved here from india less than 2 yrs ago?? but her english is perfectly understandable. yet this bitch (ofc middle aged cishet white man) decides to pretend he has no clue what shes saying. anD PROCEEDS TO MOCK HER??? the audacity he has. hes also called me the saddest and most awkward person ever for waiting for him to fimish his converstaion. which ok yeah i am, however if alex (white kid) waits for him to finish his convo before asking something. hes polite and well behaved and praised like crazy. its not much but its very worthy of a fucking boot in the face. and if i report him?? im disrespectful. ofc i am. its jus banta inni. cant u take a joke? NOT IF ITS FUCKING RACIST I CANRT. oh yeah dont even count the number of times ive been called paki. another huge thing, im sure poc would relate to (specifically 1st gen immigrants) is being underestimated like fucking CRAZYYY dont even lieeee. when i was in primary, i was rlly good at readinf so like everytime i had a sub or wtvr yeah theyd always b like omg ur english is so good!! no shit i was born here. ur accent is rlly welsh omg i thought itd be different!! no shit i was born here. do you understand what that means?? yeah dw. my personal fave is one where ur doin sumt wrong or zoned out like ill give u an example. the local co op makes a queue for the skl kids since its right by our skl and i was waitin once bc i had to get milk n eggs on my way home innit then. i had a major migraine so i was zonin out all day and i happened to zone out while second in the q. then i was allowed in then for abt 30 secs i dint realize, then atp someone nugded be from behind so. i went in. then the security guard asked me if spoke english??? even tho id spoken to him on previous days bc im a rlly regular visitor???? anyway long story short, id been called a 'fuckin immigrant' but yeah. i'm just mad bc how can ppl who we are supposed to trust treat us like that and thing thats ok????? yeah its nutn new k bye

#sorry my friend told me a teacher was mocking her accent again 😀😀#tw racism #its also been mb 4 months since my last racism rant #personal #also. dont try to understand this. very poorly written

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the-underworld-aes · 2 years

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Mafia 3

Okay so I’m gonna take the L and admit I’ve never played the other 2 games, I just watched the cut-scene movies on YouTube, and while I enjoyed the story and characters of the first 2, when I watched Mafia 3′s it DID something to me. So I actually went out and got the game so I can play it all myself.

First things first, I’m gonna wonder why people seem to hate this game so much until the day I die, sure it’s glitchy but not as bad as any Bethesda glitch I’ve seen and nothing game breaking, more or less just funny stuff like “lol that cop car exploded in the middle of the street. I’m gucci tho.”. I really like the time-period cause I actually like learning about the 60′s in American history because SO MUCH important stuff was set in motion back then. Others seem to not like how it’s nt focused on the Italian Mafia anymore and...sure?? I guess?? I mean they’re still there, you’re allied with some Italians while taking out the bigger Italian crime family (I think they’re mad that the protag is black and it’s an important part of the game tbh) And another complaint I see a lot is the games too repetitive, I think that’s the lamest excuse personally. I played this after I beat Far Cry 6, and honestly? It was NICE! I like being able to sneak and take people down, or just blow up everything! Maybe it’s cause I’m autistic perhaps (ASD gang rise up!) but having a pattern was nice for me, I have a specific way of playing and it was fun. Hell, I’ve beat the game twice already cause it felt nice to play.

I know this game came out in 2016 and I’m way late to the party, I became aware of the Mafia series in 2021 and finally played Mafia 3 in March 2022. And I need to be physically restrained from playing it a third time lol.

Anyways onto the story and characters (SPOILERS BTW)

The story is so 😩👌💦💕 I love crime stories, I love historical fiction (sometimes...), I love seeing racists get CRUSHED, I love the time period, I love the music. It’s just AAHHHH so good!!!

Sure I guess a black Vietnam vet cruising around in 1960′s New Orleans isn't what you’d think when you imagine “American Mafia” but that’s a you problem at this rate, I’m having a great time.

I did like Tommy Angelo, and Vito Scaletta too, but Lincoln Clay is honestly my favorite of the 3 and I wish people looked at him and appreciated him more. Imma say something real controversial here: I know Vito is the fan favorite, he’s unofficially the face of the series now and while I DO LIKE HIM, I think... he makes a better side character in Mafia 3 (also low-key irritated Lincoln gets thrown to the wayside while everyone rushes to Vito). That’s just my personal opinion... also my man aged like milk, how is he 10 years younger than the Irish man dying of liver cancer and yet Burke has his hair color still while Vito looks so chewed up? lmao anyways yeah I do like Vito, when I pick up my kickback from him I always leave saying “Bye Peepaw!!”

Anyways, Lincoln comes back home from Vietnam and is ready to see his adopted family again, Sammy and Ellis Robinson (Father and Brother), Father James Ballard (Raised him in the orphanage before he got adopted and sticks around) and his other friends, Danny Burke and Giorgi Marcano. Without getting too much into it, Giorgi is the son of Sal Marcano, boss of the Marcano Crime Family (Which has power over Sammy Robinson and his Black Mob). Giorgi was friends with Lincoln, Ellis and Danny, but this whole time Sal had him playing the long game of eventually screwing them all over. It ends with Giorgi, Sal and an associate of the Dixie Mafia betraying them all after a job they did together (For Sammy to pay back Sal). Giorgi shoots Lincoln in the head, leaves him for dead, kills Danny, Richie Doucet (Dixie mafia) stabs Ellis to death and Sal shoots Sammy in the back. They burn down Sammy’s bar and in the flames Father James ran in looking for survivors and found Lincoln clinging onto life. Lincoln survives, but he lost his family, friends and was betrayed by someone he thought he could trust. And now he’s got the scar to prove it.

This ignites his revenge quest to wipe out the Marcano Crime family, and all the damage they’ve done to him, his community (Delray Hollow) and eventually the mess he’s made for his soon-to-be under bosses. And while he’s doing that he’s sworn to build up a crime family of his own and needs people he can fully trust.

When he’s recovering from the gunshot wound to the head, he tells Father James to call his old friend and contact from Vietnam, Donovan, who is currently working for the C.I.A. He drops everything and shows up willing to help Lincoln with his goal (btw their friendship is so great, it’s so sad Lincoln lost everyone but he’s got Donovan still and the writers did so great with their chemistry *chefs kiss*). While Lincoln’s recovering, Giorgi lets the Dixie Mafia move into Delray Hollow and turn it inside out. Donovan tracks down possible allies for Lincoln to get in touch with by the time he’s recovered.

The Under bosses:

Delray Hollow: Ran by Cassandra and her Haitian mob. (She’s also called the “Voodoo Queen” btw and she runs a Voodoo shop) You meet Cassandra first and it’s a shaky start, Sammy’s Black Mob has been fighting with the Haitians beforehand so she has many reasons to not trust Lincoln, but since then now the Dixie Mafia took over, thanks to the Marcanos and is greatly harming the community with human trafficking and she wants them wiped out and she can’t do it alone. Cassandra has some painful history with the Dixie Mafia and she wants nothing more than to see them all dead.

River Row: Ran by Vito Scaletta and his Italian mob (that's loyal to him at least). After everything that happened in 2nd game, Vito found his way down here and had to work with Sal Marcano as one of his lieutenants, Vito’s miserable and Sal hates him but can;t do anything about it cause Leo Galante put him there. Sal did put Grecco, his nephew, into River Row to mess things up from the inside and make it look like Vito’s fault so Sal can finally have an excuse to put a hit out on him to not anger the Commission. Being screwed over and wanting to get back, Vito agrees to help Lincoln because this is personal for him too.

Point Verdun: Ran by Thomas Burke and his Irish mob. He did have a deal worked out with Marcanos prior, but at some point there was a failed shipment of Burke’s end and that made Sal insert someone else to take over his rackets, Barbieri, who brutally took over a crippled Burke’s leg. And after Danny, his son’s murder, Burke’s been spiraling into alcoholism and constant grief. He wants nothing more than to make Barbieri suffer for what he did to him and for the Marcanos to burn for murdering his son. Which makes him eventually side with Lincoln.

Thoughts and extra on the bosses: They all got folks that work under them as their own lieutenants, Cassandra has Emmanuel Lazare, Vito has Alma Diaz and Burke has his own daughter, Nicki Burke. Unlike the other 2, Lincoln is actually friends with Nicki and they all used to hang out together. She’s mourning the loss of her younger brother and it’s clear there’s some tension between her and her father.

Nicki’s actually a lesbian and comes out to Lincoln, she even has a girlfriend. Burke already kind of knows somehow and does not approve of it, but they still have to work together, so it causes inner personal problems. ALSO SIDENOTE: It was kind of refreshing seeing gay characters in a crime based video game, Nicki is a lesbian, Lincoln is a supportive ally (may or may not be bi/pan himself cause of his response to Nicki after she asks him about his thoughts...) and in one of the DLC’s, there's a side character named Oscar who’s a gay Vietnam vet and Lincoln gives him a job at the renovated Sammy’s bar.

While they may be side characters, I still appreciated it, and because of that dialogue between him and Nicki, it does strongly suggest he might be bisexual, so I’m def taking it and running with it. You can play a bi protag at least and I love my bisexual headcanons.

The Main Antagonists:

Sal Marcano: Sal is the Don of The Marcano Crime family. He does have a pretty interesting history and how he got to where he is now. I won’t deny that, but he’s a master of fucking over people he works with just because they were deemed useless. He did it to Sammy, once Sammy was having problems with the Haitians and short on his kickback, that was his death sentence along with his sons. He was doing it to Burke, who had a shipment go missing and that was a sign he needed an immediate replacement. Working on Vito, who just hated him and was willing to mess up his whole rackets just so he can be allowed to put a hit on him. And let’s not forget his racism at all, he knowingly works with the Southern Union and the Dixie Mafia that do lynchings/hate crimes and specifically target the black folk in New Bordeaux. He keeps using slurs when talking about Lincoln. So...yeah. This dude sucks lol.

Giorgi Marcano: Sal’s only son and the Under boss of the Marcano Crime Family, unlike his dad, he was given his life on a silver platter and is a typical spoiled rich kid with a gun who thinks he owns everyone. Hey may have been Lincoln’s “friend” at one point, but either he was playing a long game or that friendship was truly one sided if he could be fine with shooting him in the head when the time came. (I’m looking at everyone sideways who stan him btw). He worked with Ritchie Doucet, the leader of the Dixie Mafia and let them take over Delray Hollow to abuse and traffic folks in the community there after he thought Lincoln was dead. Racist little spoiled brat with access to weapons and a Daddy’s boy. I hate this rat. In his dying breath, he could have tried to make peace with Lincoln and apologize or something, but it was clear he never saw Lincoln like that at all.

YES I AM LOOKING AT PEOPLE SIDEWAYS IF I SEE PEOPLE STAN GIORGI, SHIP HIM WITH LINCOLN OR TRY TO SOFTEN HIM UP IN ANYWAY. I’VE HAD IT, YOU’RE ALL ON A LIST NOW!...anyways. There’s a whole lot of Capos and Lieutenants that work under them but I’m not really gonna get into em all.

There’s other characters and the DLC’s now I can get to instead.

Father James Ballard: Ran the orphanage before it got shut down and has known Lincoln since he was a child. Kind of an Uncle figure. WW2 Vet and kept close to the Robinson’s. Now....why I understand why he doesn't want Lincoln to go down the path he does go down....cause seeing a loved one do that kind of stuff is painful... I also...REAALLLY...don’t like him. A whole family got wiped out, Lincoln lost so much and is scarred from it, the people that did the killings are also ruining the Hollow and making it worse. If Lincoln did just, after healing, decide to listen to Father James and not do anything, things would have been WORSE. The Marcanos would have full control, the Dixie Mafia would have free reign, The Southern Union would have gotten stronger. AND IT’S DOUBLY INFURIATING IN ONE THE DLC’S: THE SIGN OF THE TIMES! Lincoln’s adopted family was killed, Father James knew them, sure they were a mob but they were still individual people who loved and cared for each other. And yet he wants Lincoln to let go of his revenge and just leave. BUT THEN THERE’S THIS CREEPY ASS WHITE SUPREMACIST CULT THAT FUCKS UP A WHITE GIRL WHO’S A COMPLETE STRANGER AND THE JAMES IS LIKE “Okay Lincoln, take them out.” AND IT’S JUST SO-...no diss to the white girl though, Anna, she was a victim and it’s tragic what happens in her story, but idk man. James bothers me.

John Donovan: I already talked about him a little bit, but him and Lincoln met in Vietnam where Lincoln was assigned to work with him on an ops mission for the C.I.A. Lincoln learned a lot, including psychological warfare which he uses against the Marcanos later. They eventually got really close, to the point that John dropped everything and ruined his C.I.A career to work with Lincoln in building his own crime empire. He’s a fun character, he’s very chaotic, and him and Lincoln bounce off each other really well, no wild card/straight man dynamic, they’re both wild cards in their own right. I think the game is trying to frame Father James and Donovan as the Angel and Devil on Lincoln’s shoulders and, like, sure, okay, Father James is like “Don’t do it!” while Donovan is like “LETS FUCKIN GOOO!” and neither character really likes each other. James is priest and John is an atheist so the usual clash there too. I’ve made my thoughts clear on James. Donovan though is just willing to do the most for Lincoln and in a DLC he asks him for his help with his own problems that’s started before they even met. And Lincoln gladly helps him. It’s a real “I’m here for you and I hope when the time comes you’re here for me” kinda friendship. Anyways, despite leaving the C.I.A and becomes involved in criminal organizations, John is dead-set to find out who really organized the JFK assassination and finds that Sal Marcano has ties to politicians and others in the country to he goes off on his own manhunt. It’s a fun time. Good time. Don’t watch live political hearings on TV at the time though cause you might see someone get blasted.

The DLC’s

Sign of the Times: A creepy cult called the “Ensanglante” infests the burned remains of Sammy’s bar and Lincoln and Father James discover this on their way to pay the old place a visit. A young girl runs out terrified and men chase after her. After James takes the girl to a safe place and Lincoln investigates what they were doing in the bar. The learn the girl is named Anna McGee and the cult was doing a ritual in the bar because of the past human suffering in there, the murder of Lincoln’s family. The Ensanglante preforms rituals in places where people have suffered, like old slave market areas, a middle school that burned down, a plantation house etc. It’s run by a woman named Bonnie Harless who indoctrinated Anna into the cult through manipulation and promising she’ll be loved. It just left Anna abused and out of her own mind and miserable. This side story isn't really crime orientated, but it’s taking down a creepy racist cult and it gets really trippy sometimes. In my Father James bit I said a little about this already. Bonnie is a creepy bitch and off her rocker, Anna’s story is so tragic what happens to her. The cult does get wiped out and after that Lincoln meets with his aunt Lily and they restore Sammy’s bar into a functioning club again and as a memorial to Sammy and Ellis.

Faster, Baby!: You go to Sinclair Parish, a sun-down town outside of New Bordeaux that’s run by a corrupt Sheriff “Slim” Beaumont, who wants to keep the town white, even if that means making people who oppose him disappear. There’s civil rights activists who are ran by another of one of Lincoln’s allies in the main game, “The Voice” (Charles Laveau). One of their members who was carrying the evidence that they compiled against was murdered by the sheriff and they need to get it. The Voice’s daughter, Roxy joins and works alongside Lincoln to take down this entire corrupt police force with the help of her friend, M.J, another Vietnam vet who just wants to see his hometown become better. A pretty fun DLC, a lot of car chaos and destruction, brings ACAB to a whole new level. Lincoln and Roxy kinda got a thing going on (I think Lincoln likes girls who bully him lol), and it is pretty cute, especially near the end of the story, Lincoln hears something he really needed to hear to give him comfort and it’s pretty sweet (WELL IT WOULD BE SWEET IF ROXY DIDN'T IMMEDIATELY LEAVE BACK FOR GEORGIA RIGHT AFTER SHE GOT SOME DICK FROM HIM 😭). Not crime focused either, but a lot of fun and with M.J you can actually grow weed and make new strands to actually sell to the districts you take over in the main game. Roxy’s cool, even if it does kinda hurt if I think too much that she just said all the right things to get into Lincoln’s pants but....I’m not gonna judge her either cause he really...👀💦. She’s got a really cool car you get when you beat the story. M.J is cool, Vietnam vet, turned pot smoking/growing, racism fighting hippie. You also get a hippie van from him later when level up the grow operations, and I love me some hippie vans.

Stones Unturned: Donovan calls onto Lincoln for his help once someone from his past starts showing up in New Bordeaux and stirs up some shit. You meet one of Donovan’s old allies, a former C.I.A agent now turned bounty hunter Robert Marshall and he joins in the hunt down for Conner Aldridge. You learn more about John and Connor’s history, they used to work together and be friends but Connor turned his back on America and started feeding intel to the NVA. Eventually John found out and they had a violent falling out. Aldridge’s face got scarred and Donovan’s hand got really messed up. Aldridge’s main goal is to sell information on the U.S to all their enemies, from Vietnam to Cuba. There’s a lot of heavy weapons in this DLC and military grade vehicles. You even leave New Bordeaux to somewhere in Cuba to infiltrate a bunker to get the warhead and hunt down Aldridge. Very much more of a war/action plot than a crime plot, even though I guess John’s brand of shady is better than Connor’s brand of shady (??), still very fun to see more interactions with Lincoln and Donovan. Lincoln even forces him to open up more, that’s how we learn more about Aldridge (I still think he’s hiding more from Lincoln cause that anger felt more visceral...hmm). You first reach Cuba and it’s BEAAUUTTIFULLL, the water is so blue omg it’s so pretty. Robert Marshall is a weird guy, I see why him and John are friends. He’s a little unhinged but over all he’s friendly??in his own weird little way. You actually get bounty hunting missions from, only 3 though, once you’re back in town, and he offers this pretty handy sniping service. Connor as a villain is something alright, not saying he’s a bad character but I do wish there was more information you could have uncovered with Donovan. And he’s pretty nihilistic about the war and America and stuff and as someone who personally is pessimistic about how America is now...uhh...can’t say I blame him. Though selling weapons to people who wanna blast us to the Fallout Universe, that’s not cool. Nooo nope no sir, don’t like that. Anyways, the DLC is a good time. Less of a heavy story than the other 2 which is good cause I don’t wanna feel totally miserable lol

The order in which the DLC’s came out isn't an indicator of a timeline either, there’s no real set timeline in the game. Just the main plot begins during Mardi Gras in 1968, Lincoln needs his time to recover, and the only other indicator is on Anna’s gravestone so I’m assuming at least Sign of the Times is the first one and takes place when Lincoln’s trying to get his under bosses together. That’s a me thing tho, I’m a stickler for timelines and stuff like that.

BUT ANYWAYS I TYPED A LOT SO MUCH OMG I JUST WANTED TO GIVE MY THOUGHTS ON THE GAME AND THE BASIC RUN DOWN OF THE STORY AND CHARACTERS LOL

MAYBE I’LL SHARE MORE HEADCANONS LATER AND SHIZZ CAUSE IT’S SUCH A HYPERFIXATION RIGHT NOW AND EVEN ON MY ART BLOG I MADE SOME FANART K BYE

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Being an Agender, 1st-Gen Indian-American

I’m a first-generation immigrant, with both my parents being Indian immigrants. My mom immigrated to Canada before she came to America (when she was in her late twenties), and is a Canadian citizen. She was born and raised in Ahmedabad, a city in Gujarat. My dad moved to India when he was in his early twenties. He moved from Ahmedabad to Mumbai in his fifth standard, and moved from a Gujarati-medium school to an English-medium one.

My dad is more fluent in English than my mom, though they both are fluent and speak mostly without an accent. I speak Gujarati more-or-less fluently, since that’s what we spoke at home, but I can barely even write my name. I’m Hindu, as is my family, and a strict vegetarian. I’m agender, but I use she/her and they/them pronouns.

Beauty Standards

One of the biggest issues in the Indian-American community is the issue of body hair. I’m AFAB, so I was expected to have smooth, hairless legs and arms. The reality was rather different. Since the age of ten, I had more body hair than the boys in my class. I was mocked and called by the name of a TV animal character, whose name was a mispronunciation of my own. No one ever did anything about it. I was eight. My mother, though she meant well, pushed me into waxing and threading and other forms of hair removal since the day I turned eleven. Even now, as a fully-grown adult with my own apartment and my own life, I can’t bring myself to wear shorts or capris without having spent hours making sure my legs are smooth. Body hair is a huge issue that needs to be addressed more, and not just as a few wisps of blonde hair in the armpit region.

Food

It’s complicated. Growing up, we had thaalis (with roti, rice, sweet dal, and shaak [which is a mix of vegetables and spices]) for dinner almost every night. When we didn’t, it was supplemented with foods like pasta, veggie burgers, and khichdi. We made different types of khichdi each time, based off of different familial recipes that were all named after the family member who introduced them. My mom had to make milder food for my sister, and while my sister loves spicy foods now, I’m still not a big fan. A side effect of growing up in a non-white, vegetarian family is that no one in my family has any idea of what white non-vegetarians eat. Like, at all. It’s kind of funny, to be honest.

Holidays/Religion

My mom is a Vaishnav, and my dad is a Brahmin, so the way they both worship is very different. My dad’s family places a huge emphasis on chanting and prayer, as well as meditation. They mostly pray to capital-G G-d, as the metaphysical embodiment of Grace. My mom’s family, however, places emphasis on– I don’t want to say “idol worship" because of the negative connotations that has– but they worship to murtis, statues that represent our gods. My mom’s favored god to pray to is Krishna, and we have murtis in our home that she performs sevato every day.

We celebrate Janmashtmi, Holi, Diwali, Ganesha Puja, Lakshmi Puja– too many to count, really. We don’t always go all-out, especially on most of the smaller celebrations, but we do try and attend the temple lectures on those days, or host our own. We also celebrate Christmas and Easter secularly. I didn’t even know Christmas was a Christian holiday until I was in elementary school, and Easter until I was in high school.

Micro-Aggressions

Whooo, boy. Where do I start?

When my sister was in first grade, she had a friend. I’ll call her Mary. Mary, upon learning that my sister was not, in fact, Christian, brought an entire Bible to school and forced my sister to read it during recess, saying that otherwise, she wouldn’t be her friend anymore. Mary kept telling my sister that she would go to hell if she didn’t repent, and that our entire family was a group of “ugly sinners.” When my sister came to me for advice, I told her that Mary wasn’t her friend, that Mary wasn’t being nice, and that my sister wasn’t going to go to hell, and that we don’t even believe in hell. When my sister finally stood up to Mary and told her that she wasn’t going to listen to her anymore, Mary got angry and dumped a mini-carton of chocolate milk on her and told her that “now she looks like what she is– a dirty [the Roma slur term].” Not only was that inaccurate, it was extremely racist, and Mary was only reprimanded for the milk-spilling, not the racist remark that came with it.

On top of that, since I have long hair, I’m always getting asked if so-and-so can touch it, or what I do to get it so long, or why I allow myself to be “shaped by such backwards ideals of women.” My name is never pronounced correctly, and I’ve been asked to give people my “American name” to be called by instead of my actual name. I’ve been called a terrorist, asked why I wasn’t wearing a hijab (by white people btw), and mocked for my food. I’ve been told that I wasn’t “really Indian” because I didn’t have a dot on my forehead. I’ve been told I wasn’t “really Hindu” because I had milk on my plate, by a white boy whose mom was a leader of a local choir.

I grew up in a town where only 4-5% of the population was South Asian, and there were a total of five South Asians in my grade level. The school administration consistently and intentionally placed us in different classes, and I never made a friend that was South Asian until 7th grade. When I came to the school, I was placed in ESOL without even being tested, while also being in the Advanced Readers class. The school didn’t even care to look at my school records before placing me into ESOL based on the color of my skin.

Things I’d Like to See Less/More Of

I’d like to see less of the “nerd” stereotype, of the “weak, nonathletic” stereotype. I’d like to see less of the “prude” stereotype, of the “I hate my culture/feel I don’t belong” stereotype. I’d like to see less of the “rebellion” stereotype, of the “my parents are so strict and I hate them” stereotype. I never want to see the “unwanted arranged marriage” trope. Ever.

I want to see bulky, tall Indian characters. I’d like to see Indian characters confident in their sexuality, whether that’s not having sex (for LEGITIMATE reasons like risk of STDs, general awkwardness before and after The Deed, and wanting to wait, not “oh my parents said so and also I’m sheltered and innocent”), or having a new sexual partner every night.

I want Indian characters (especially children/teens!!!) proud of their culture and their heritage and their religion, whether that’s Islam, Hinduism, Sikhism, or anything else. I want to see supportive Indian parents, I want to see more than chiding Indian grandmothers and strict Indian fathers. I want to see healthy arranged marriages, or healthy mixed-marriages. I want to see mixed Indian-POC couples, I want to see queer Indian couples.

I want to see body hair on female-presenting characters, I want to see more of India that isn’t “bustling market with the scent of spices in the air” and “poor slums rampant with disease” and “Taj Mahal”. I want to see casual mentions of prayer and Hinduism and Indian culture (a short “My mom’s at the temple, she can’t come pick us up” or a “what is it? i’m in the middle of a holi fight! eep! ugh, gulaab in my mouth” over a phone call, or a “she won’t answer until 12– she’s in her Bharatnatyam class/Gurukul class/doing seva/at the temple” would suffice). I want to see more Indian languages represented than just Hindi. There’s Tamil, Gujarati, Marathi, Nepali, and Kashmiri, just off the top of my head. The language your character speaks depends on the place they come from in India, and they might not even speak Hindi! (I don’t!)

I hate that Indian culture is reduced to “oppressive, strict, and prudish” when it's so much more than that. I hate that Indians are stereotyped to the point where it is a norm, and the companies reinforcing these stereotypes don’t take responsibility for their actions and don’t change. I hate the appropriation of Indian culture (like yoga, pronounced “yogh”, not “yo-gaaa” fyi, the Om symbol, meditation, and Shri Ganapathidada) and how normalized it is in Western society.

This ended up a lot longer than I had expected, but I hope it helps! Good luck with your writing :)

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Non-Review: Free Comic Book Day 2021 - The Legend of Korra (Also Featuring Avatar: The Last Airbender)

With all the hype around 'Suki Alone,' it looks to me like most of the fandom missed that an additional Avatar comic with a story from each cartoon's era was just released for Free Comic Book Day. You can read them for yourself on either Dark Horse Digital or Comixology where it's mislabeled as being for ages 17+ (free accounts are required for both), but I'm sure one of the reasons you all love me is because of my willingness to jump in between you and these comics like the deadly bullets they can be. Well, I'm happy to die (metaphorically) for the sake of (a little anonymous internet) love, so I'm doing a full snarky review for each ten-page story. Also, I'm bored, and it's more fun to make fun of mediocre stuff than to praise stuff I like.

It's time for me to review "Free Comic Book Day 2021 - The Legend of Korra (Also Featuring Avatar: The Last Airbender)" or more specifically "The Legend of Korra: Clearing the Air" and "Avatar: The Last Airbender: Matcha Makers."

CLEARING THE AIR

The cover makes this look like a story about Jinora and Ikki having a sibling conflict. That's a lie. The Air Sisters arguing is merely the inciting incident for Tenzin telling a story of his youth. I should note that, as inconsequential as the Air Sisters stuff is, it's actually written very well because it posits Ikki as a victim of circumstance and Jinora as a bully who terrorizes her little sister with threats of getting thrown in jail by Metalbenders for an accident, cementing the characterization from the cartoon. This is not sarcasm. I really do think Jinora is presented by LoK as a Holier Than Thou little snot who just so happened to be naturally gifted with magic spirit-powers, but for some reason the rest of the fandom doesn't agree with me.

Anyway, Tenzin comes in to find the arguing (and Meelo just running amok for the fun of it and so far these characterizations are perfect), and rather than telling Jinora to shut her stupid face, he delivers a tale of his youth about conflict resolution.

So the meat of the story is how, when Tenzin was "a few years older" than Jinora, a pair of vandals got onto Air Temple Island and burned some graffiti into the spinning-panel things that Korra will destroy out of frustration during her Airbending training. Literally, the vandals are depicted as scorching the wood with enough smoke to be seen across a plaza. Tenzin goes after the vandals and they flee across the bay back to Republic City proper (one of the vandals is a Waterbender with a surf-plank). Tenzin pursues, catches them, and attacks them hard enough to smash some dockside crates. They are all then arrested by Metalbenders and dragged before Chief Toph. She's going to let Tenzin go (yay Toph!) and throw the vandals in jail (YAY TOPH!) and makes this face, and this entire comic is worth it:

However, Aang arrives and instead arranges to forgo the jail-time in favor of an Air Nomad Conflict Resolution Ceremony. This is nice and in-character, but I'm totally with Tenzin that these vandals should have been thrown in jail. They literally burned insulting graffiti into antiques from a genocided culture. But instead, Aang demonstrates conflict resolution by having Tenzin explain why he's hurt and what needs to be done to redress the wrong. And so the vandals help Tenzin scrub the graffiti off the panels with water and rags and mops- how, I don't know, since they were literally burned.

They also do a ceremony thing where they each take turns bending their element into a central space between them to 'clear the air' (GET IT GET IT HA HA IT'S ALMOST LIKE A PUN BUT NOT), so it's a good thing they were all Benders because this is kinda racist. This fixes all the problems and everyone is friends. Yay!

In the present, though, things are not so nice, because Tenzin's kids are still screaming at and provoking each other. Korra comes in with Asami at the end to ask what's going on, and Asami says nothing, so I still think everyone is characterized with perfect consistency with the cartoon.

I made this sound silly, but (aside from the spinny-panels getting cleaned with a little water and elbow-grease, which doesn't matter because Korra will eventually blow them all up anyway), I actually like this one. It has Tenzin demonstrate how much he's always had to work to be the Perfect Air Monk that everyone expects him to be, and Aang acknowledges how this is unfair but that Tenzin will never let him down no matter what. It also has Katara come in at the end (for just one line, boo!) to acknowledge that this was an especially easy little conflict for Tenzin to practice on and he'll eventually face worse. I found it a nice adult moment in a story that's otherwise clearly aimed at 8-year-olds.

The art is good. It's simpler than the LoK cartoon, with flat colors, but it captures the story and has enough liveliness for everyone's character to come across in their look and body-language. The brief action-sequence where Tenzin attacks the vandals is well done, moving quickly but showing the full flow of the fight and every move Tenzin makes.

MATCHA MAKERS

Apparently, "Matcha is finely ground powder of specially grown and processed green tea leaves, traditionally consumed in East Asia" according to Wikipedia. I had to look that up. I'm curious how many people understood the full reference in the title, especially since these comics are aimed at kids too young to be allowed on the internet.

This is a very simple story about Iroh in his tea-shop in Ba Sing Se. He has an assistant/waitress named Feng, a new character who wears glasses, ruining the hopes and dreams of all the fanfic-writers who were so sure he'd rescue Jin from the Lower Ring. A frequent patron of the tea shop is an elegant, older lady (very clearly Upper Ring material) named Li-Mei, who cannot go a single panel without giving Iroh a HEY BIG BOY look. She is very clearly smitten. Also, I feel the need to clarify that she knows his name is Iroh, so apparently Ba Sing Se is okay with the Dragon of the West serving tea to their wealthy. I don't say that as a criticism, I'm just noting it.

That night, Iroh meets up with his friends- the Pokemon-style spirits that we saw in Legend of Korra. (I don't know if they're the actual spirits from LoK, or just new spirits in the same style. This is because I would sooner grind matcha into my eyes than rewatch Book Spirits.) He serves them his special blend of tea and talks about how he's totally into Li-Mei but isn't going to pursue it because he's feeling old and doesn't want to take a risk. At this point, I could stop describing the plot because between the title and what I've said so far, I'm sure you could figure out every single plot beat that will follow.

The next day, the spirits trip Feng so that she drops Li-Mei's tea and Iroh needs to bring a replacement, and they've drawn hearts on top of the replacement tea with foam or sugar or milk or whatever. I don't know because I've never bought tea in a place that will even put the bag in the hot water for me. Iroh gets out of the situation without starting any love-affairs and runs into the back to tell the spirits to knock it off, dudes, they're totally embarrassing him! The spirits respond by giving him a flyer for a romantic restaurant. I don't know how they got it, so I can only assume that some Upper Ringer had their mail diverted.

Iroh refuses, so when Li-Mei orders more tea and he brings it to her, the spirits hover just out of her sight and threaten to smash the furniture. I am not making that up. They literally threaten to smash Iroh's furniture unless he asks the lady out. He submits to their tyrannical threats, Li-Mei happily accepts the date, he happily accepts her acceptance, and the story comes to a close. Iroh thanks his spirits friends for opening him up to new experience, but hopes that next time (so I guess Iroh is signing up for Tinder after this?) they won't threaten his shop.

At best, I can describe this story as 'harmless.' But it's been a long week and I just got a bunch more extra work at my day job that I really don't want to do, so I'm going to go ahead and call this story 'dumb.' It's rote, leans towards humor without actually being funny at all, and turns the spirits of the setting into Pokemon. And not even the cool dragon kind.

The art is strangely stiff. The coloring is soft and nice, but the drawings seems more 'assembled' than actually drawn. I swear there are even a few panels that reminded me of 'How I Became Yours' with janky poses, horrifying expressions, and just enough resemblance to the original cartoon to make me think a screenshot was partially traced and then ruined. (I'm not accusing the artist of tracing, BTW. I wouldn't even condemn the artist for tracing if they did. I'm just describing that HIBY feeling I got.) It was so stiff that rather than hear Iroh's dialogue in Mako's rich tones, I instead imagined Greg Baldwin doing a stiff Mako-impression with no naturalism to the delivery.

This story is definitely worthy of its "Also Featuring" billing. I'd rate it below Gene Yang's Mai and Suki FCBD short stories, but above everything else he wrote for Avatar.

So there you go. Overall, this is very middle-of-the-pack for Avatar FCBD stuff. It's very much of the nature of the 'Team Avatar Tales' stuff, and I wouldn't be surprised if the Iroh story was a leftover from that project. On Free Comic Book Day, you often get what you pay for.

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the state of america has been and is repulsive right now. its tragic that its become so dystopian that the dc blackout tweets are a possibility to be believed. its tragic that the state of things is so horrible that people are taking the value of a fixable big corporation property over thousands of black lives that have continually been lost by the horrible systematic racism that is the police force. it was founded on rounding up runaway salves and has always been fundamentally detrimental. it is incredibly tragic that people value property that, the ceos of stand with us about btw, over the lives of thousands of innocent people. it doesnt matter why george floyd was murdered, by any caliber it was unjust, but if you think it does matter, he was murdered for allegedly forging a twenty dollar bill, which no, was not forged, and could have simply been checked with a marker or light before that horrible claim went out and caused his death. the police force is full of evil people, not spirits, put the blame where the blame is due. its not evil forces its evil people with evil intentions, its a systematic failure thats been going on since it was founded and improper training and motivation for being in the job. dont dismiss the blame. every cop is a bad cop. every last one. they may be good people deepd own somewhere but most of them are not. its tragic that you could value a persons job more than black lives. innocent black lives that are lost nearly daily with no justification. every cop is bad because they join a system that is upholding racist laws and is and always has been fundamentally flawed. it doesnt matter if you like cops or are related to them they are still. bad. cops. no cop can be good. if they join the force to become a whistleblower they are inevitably weeded out or killed. there is no good cop. open your eyes. justice will not be soon served because we are so far back that it is going to take ages to fix. a bandaid cannot fix a gaping wound exposing the skull. most of the riots started as peaceful protests and did not become riots until cops came in and pushed. they egged on protestors. set fires to building. destroyed storefronts. they are allowed to legally go in there and are protected by their job to rile people up. they seek out the 'vulnerable' ones that look close to rioting and choose them to push. cops will fight unprovoked, and go as far as macing children. dont post the faces of protestors. dont post the faces of rioters. look out for your fellow humans. cops will go in with armbands and coded clothing and steel toe boots to identify one another. milk can cause infections when applied to tear gas wounds, always use water. there cannot be a couple of bad cops in a job such as being a cop. to quote someone wise, you cant have pilots that only sometimes land, it should be outlandish in anyones mind that even some cops have been murdering unpunished and abusing their power. it goes unnoticed every day. and with my final note i would like to say this, cops are not your friends. their job is to uphold a system of laws. never to protect you. stay safe. love each other. be kind its incredibly depressing some people think being against cops killing innocent people is 'political.' its a matter of basic human rights being trampled like theyre nothing and then the consequences going ignored and unimposed. there is and has been a need for justice, not just because or since the murder of george floyd, but from the countless murders preceding those. this has been an ongoing issue. it doesnt matter if you like cops, cops are fundamentally wrong. being acab doesnt mean we dont need a system of laws,,, we all want one and know we cannot live without one. but this is not a proper system of laws. this is a system of continued injustice that allows atrocities to keep happening. us who believe acab avoid the police at all costs but we are aware that we have no alternative for a minute few situations. if we are in a last resort situation where we are forced to call the police, it doesnt mean we support them, their job, or their actions, it means that we have no other option as horrible as that option is and as rarely as it should ever be used, being acab means that we want justice. we want reform. we know the current system is repulsive. we want change. if your definition of a good cop entails a cop standing there and doing nothing while watching someone being murdered or abused without joining in and instead just watching and doing nothing to prevent it, you are a bad person.

#acab #1312 #all cops are bastards #cops #police #blm #black lives matter #george floyd #justice #information #ash.mp3 #i already posted this on insta and tiktok #but i cannot be silent on here

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