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pieroulette · 11 months

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you can decide if this one is a request or just an ask, how would andteam react if they got caught by police? either being suspect for your disappearance, fought people that made them jealous, etc! i might be a good idea to not include the younger members...

- yandere anon

YANDERE! &TEAM HYUNG LINE — REACTION TO GETTING CAUGHT BY POLICE!

author"s note.. I'll take this as a yandere request then!

warning.. yandere behaviours 💁‍♀️

Being the sweet soft boy everyone rooted for, of course no one would suspects him for being the culprit of the case that has been circulating around the town—but when one evidence pointed right at his face, with that sugary smile never ceasing to exist, everyone has a change of heart.

That leads the boy himself to snickered behind the smiley deception as he was encaged within the officers' dead grip arms. It was a waste of time truly. He was dead sure he took all the appropriate and effective measures, that not a pair of eyes are presented. Looks like he'll need to play another cat and mouse game again.

Lapping his lower lip with his tongue, does he starts trembling as his orbs flooded with tears. "What have I done, Sir?!"

Fuma

An eerie air engulfed the presence of Fuma himself as he stood behind a man who don't know his place, trying to flirt with you. Truly horrendous as after a long month of putting you down, another uninvited guest has to come out—a pest it is, and ruin a perfect outing day, a perfect picnic, a perfect moment of his.

"Young sir, perhaps it would be best if you could leave?"

Of course, the pest itself would throw a fit of rage much to Fuma's displeasure, still he would simply keep his air-headed demeanour—leaning closer as he spew out threats. Nonetheless, how truly futile it was considering how his vision were consumed with crimson hues after his eyes landed on the pest's dirty touch on your skin.

Fuma didn't want to take this too far, but how could he? He needs to teach the pest a lesson, which got him into the officer's den much to his annoyance. But due to his well composed manners, the aura enveloping his form—the officers find it difficult to place the blame on him.

"So, how long would it take, sir? If I could, I would cooperate as much as you please but.." Fuma sighed dejectedly, "I couldn't bear to leave my pitiful wife all by her own."

Nicholas

Not gonna lie, being arrested wasn't that a huge deal for Nicholas as he got a long list of criminal record stacked up behind him. However it wasn't supposed to irk him this much, considering how his veins spewed out his neck and his dark grey orbs rattled in immense glitch as he observes you from behind the bars.

Your supposedly kind best friend, a male that is—caressing your arms in attempts to comfort your weeping form after Nicholas, himself—confronted you before your house. Confronted might be an underestimation, more like assault, that is.

Therefore, it leads Nicholas behind the bars as you and your bestfriend filed a restraining case against him.

"Restraining case?" He muttered to himself after the officer informed him. The boy's head hanging low, his bangs covering his menacing orbs as the corners of his chapped lips pulled up—exposing his teeth, akin to a starving predator. "Oh dear, what would that even do?"

Getting arrested wasn't part of EJ's plan, after all. Not when he intended to surprise you with bouquet of stewed cherry roses as it was Valentine's Day and simply wishes to spend his precious time with his darling. It was all due to his miscalculation that he accidentally found you on the couch with a man he wasn't familiar with. But was familiarity even the question when the girl he adores was right here, not on his arms but on a bastard?

It ended on a horrendous note, to say the least. However the officers were skeptical over who started the fight considering the scattering amount of wounds on a particular someone, EJ, himself.

EJ held the need to snicker, only flooding his orbs with glistened tears as he gained the sympathy of you and the officers, mumbling things like. "I j-just came to visit (Name)! I didn't knew he would—"

Of course, the so called friend of his darling protests back, the corners of his lips dripping with blood—astounded by the horrendous lies EJ emitted.

But EJ couldn't care any less, a single wrong step due to miscalculation are a rare occurrence for him but it would never be repeated twice. He was immensely pleased, to say the least, since he could turn over the tide by having you—his darling, to side with him and snap the friendship ties with the bastard he loathes. "S-sir, it hurts.."

#andteam reactions #andteam #&team scenarios #&team x reader #&team k #&team fanfic #&team fuma #&team nicholas #&team ej #&team reactions #yandere &team #&team yandere #「 talesofyuan 」 fics

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arrowsperpetualcringe · 2 years

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Guys, I'm sorry, I love Zootopia and all, but Judy SUCKS, she sucks SO BAD oh my God....

I feel like I'm gonna get slaughtered for this.

You may not wanna hear this but she's literally a racist cop, I'M S O R R Y.

There are so many things that as a black adult, I didn't pick up on as a child because Judy was the cute fluffy protagonist of the movie, so lemme explain.

The film starts, and everything's fine, Judy's overcoming her obstacles, and proving everyone wrong, because she herself is getting discriminated against for being a bunny (which, I'm pretty sure all the discrimination she faces is a metaphor for sexism, seeing as she is prey, not a predator.) Anyway--- Everything's good right? Everything's peachy keen.

Then Nick enters the picture.

This is when everything goes down hill.

Nick is walking. Minding his own FUCKING BUSINESS bro. The only reason why he caught Judy's attention was because he nearly got RUN OVER by some random bitch who honks their horn and says "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING F O X." To which Nick looks slightly annoyed before going about his business.

That's it. That's all. He almost got run over, and then he literally just w a l k s off.

But Judy decides??? To follow him???

Judy decides to follow him on the basis that he's a fucking fox, bro. Don't act like it's anything else, he didn't DO ANYTHING.

He stood there, he kinda looked around a bit, and he entered a shop. This behavior is only suspicious if you look at it under a lense of "uh oh!!! Foxy boy is shifty, he's LOOKING around before entering a store!! Clearly a crime is about to take place!!!" which--- WHAT? Come on bro.

But what's worst is, he enters the shop, right?

Judy follows him, again, on the basis that he is a fox, WITH HER HAND. ON HER FOX SPRAY.

I'm sorry--- No.

Immediately no.

This film is a whole in-your-face metaphor for racism, where predators are minorities/people of color.

So, let's apply this to real life, shall we?

A cop stalks a black man into a store because he looked "suspicious," to which they immediately put their hand on their holster.

N O .

NOOOOOOO!!!!!

Absolutely NOT!!!

WHAT IS THIS??? HELLO???

To her credit, she hears the racist fucking shop owner being racist, and decides to stand up for nick.

Good for her!

After Nick gives his sob story, or whatever, Judy buys him the popsicle he wanted, right? Cool.

Here's some shit that gets to be as an adult, and it's so subtle.

"You know, it burns me up to see folks with such backwards attitudes towards foxes. I just wanna say you're a great dad, and just a... real articulate fella!"

HUH.

I'm sorry, WHAT?

bro why you SAY IT LIKE THAT???

You're so articulate. HONEY WHAT? Is that some sorta surprise for you??? You say this as if it's something out of the norm for a fox! Which--- remind you--- Nick is clearly a MINORITY.

Imagine being a black person, and a white person comes up to you and goes "Oh my god, you're so articulate!!" bitch bye.

BYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

AND NICK KNOWS WHAT SHE SAID IS BULLSHIT TOO BECAUSE HE SAYS "Oh-- That is such high praise. It's rare that I find someone so nonpatronizing" which is--- as an adult, SUCH CLEAR SARCASM. GET HER ASS NICK.

Anyway---

She sees them later in the day, to which she realizes she was fucking scammed. Jipped. Bamboozled.

Nick and his partner melt the giant elephant popsicle, and turn them into a bunch of small popsicles, and turn a profit selling them to the smaller citizens of Zootopia, and then selling the popsicle sticks as lumber

And I'm not gonna sit here and act like Nick is an angel who can do no wrong, because he literally fucking scammed her, BUT....

Here's the big but---

Technically, he's not doing anything illegal here. (He does do other things I'm sure is illegal, but this ain't one of em)

Judy follows them and witnesses the business in full action, an realizes her ass got fucking hoodwinked in the bitch, to which she IMMEDIATELY TRIES TO ARREST HIM.

okay, ma'am.

But you know what? Let's give her the benefit of the doubt--- She doesn't think he has a permit, or any of the other required paperwork. Which is an assumption on her end, but you know what, that's fair enough, and it is her job to check to see if he has those things I suppose.

Nick PULLS OUT THE PAPERWORK, refutes her claim of him false advertising, and goes about his day.

This. Is the point. Where you LEAVE HIM ALONE.

LEAVE. HIM. ALOOOOOONNNNNEEEE.

Yes, he tricked you, you got fucking jipped, I'm sorry bro, that shit sucks, but technically, he didn't do anything illegal!!!

LEAVE. THE MAN. ALONE.

Mans is doing his thing, and you may not agree with how he goes about it, and that's fair, he lied to you, that's not good, but he's no doing anything illegal so LEAAAAAAAVVEEE.

They really try to play this scene off as funny banter, because Nick made a comment that upset her so she followed him, but no--- NO. If this were a real life scenario it would not be okay under any circumstance bro, I'm sorry.

Nick proceeds to be sexist towards Judy because GODDAMMIT of course he is (again, her struggles as a bunny are implied to be a metaphor for sexism, and he proceeds to poke and prod at the fact that she's a bunny cop, way to go Nick.)

So basically goes "OH yeah??? I'm a criminal?? Well you're a BIMBO (derogatory)"

To sum it up...

This whole first section of the movie is literally JUDY RACIALLY PROFILING NICK.

She sees a fox literally minding his own business and decides to follow him, because "oh no fox bad". She follows him into an icecream shop, HAND ON HER WEAPON, to which she finds out "wait. he's actually trying to B U Y SOMETHING???" and tries to leave him alone. She gets jipped with Nick's sob story about not being able to buy his son a popsicle for his birthday. Realizes he was turning a profit off the giant popsicles, tries to get him arrested for not having a permit and false advertising. To which, after proving he does have a permit, and refuting the claims of false advertisement, she FOLLOWS AND HARRASSES HIM.

BRUH.

Nick is basically a black man (don't you dare say he isn't this whole movie is about RACISM, to which predators are the minorities, and nick is a predator) and he got racially profiled and harassed by a fuck ass cop, bro.

I'm a black person!!!

I've faced, or at least SEEN literally all of these fucking microaggressions, please believe me when I say...

JUDY IS F U C K I N G R A C I S T .

Or a the very least, she does very racist things!

I could go more into detail about all the little shit she does in this movie that gets under my skin, but I'm not gonna because my mom's rushing me to do some shit so I gotta go, but I might speak more about this later because HOLY SHIT.

#rambling #zootopia

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dailyaudiobible · 10 months

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7/12/2023 DAB Transcript

1 Chronicles 12:19-14:17, Romans 1:1-17, Psalm 9:13-20, Proverbs 19:4-5

Today is the 12th day of July, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian and it is wonderful to be here with you, as we pass through the center of another one of our weeks together. Hump day, like it’s hump day, are we in the dog days of summer? I've heard that term all my life, I don't even know what that means. I think it means when it's so hot that the dogs just lay around and I guess we’re getting there. But either way, we take the next step forward and we get to experience all of the different seasons, seasons on the earth, the seasons of life and we get to do it together in community, as we gather and keep taking our steps forward in this relationship that we have with the Scriptures. And so, that's what we've gathered around the Global Campfire for, let's dive in. We’ll be returning to where we left off, which is the custom, that leads us back into the the book of First Chronicles, and today we will read chapter 12 verse 19 through 14 verse 17.

Introduction to the Book of Romans:

Okay, so, now that we have come to the New Testament portion of our day, today, we are entering some brand-new territory. We concluded the Book of Acts yesterday, and we concluded the Book of Acts, actually really the last half of the Book of Acts, getting to know this person named Saul who then met Jesus and became the Apostle Paul. So, he was a former persecutor of The Way of Jesus. He met Jesus. And then he became the Apostle Paul, an advocate for the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ. And now we’re turning away from the narrative story of Paul's journeys and the things that were happening around the early church, and moving into the letters of Paul, the things that he wrote and sent and that have been preserved. And our first stop is the Book of Romans, most biblical scholars agree that Romans is the most comprehensive work or writing of the Apostle Paul, and that we arrive at a lot of our theological understanding of what the Good News of Jesus is, in this letter. Romans was probably written from the city of Corinth. This is a place that Paul spent a lot of time and did some of his most impactful missionary work. And it was probably penned somewhere in the mid-50s A.D. and dating these Scriptures enters into all kinds of controversies, because there’s all kinds of biblical scholarly debates over dating different things. But what we do know about the writings of the Apostle Paul, and this is an interesting thing, they are the oldest writings that we have in the New Testament. So, Paul's letters are some of the earliest Christian writings that are still in existence, predating for example, the Gospels, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. These letters are older than those Gospels. So, when Paul finished this letter to the Romans, he sent a deaconess, her name was Phoebe, and she was from the church in Cenchreae, which was just outside of Corinth, and she was sent to hand deliver the letter and make an introduction to Paul. The church in Rome wasn't planted by Paul. I mean, we remember the story, Paul had wanted to go to Rome, and he does end up going to Rome but he goes to Rome as a prisoner. And we don't actually know who brought the Gospel of Jesus to Rome. The speculation, a likely scenario is that somebody, or a group of somebody's, who had been influenced by the outpouring of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost and we’re familiar with the teachings of Jesus, carried the Gospel back to Rome, and the church was established. And Paul really wanted to go there. We know that from the Book of Acts. He's a naturally born a Roman citizen, looking forward to visiting the capital city of the Empire that he is a citizen of, but he had other business before he could go to Rome. He obeyed the Holy Spirit, went to Jerusalem, where it looked like everything was gonna get up ended because he was arrested and mobbed and assassination attempts and plots. But he then became under the guard of the Roman military and was able to continue his missionary efforts, speaking to more powerful people that he would've ever been able to get a meeting with. And then he appealed to Caesar, and eventually we got to Rome. And everywhere that Paul went, he got in trouble, right. There’s all this kind of antagonism toward him and that was because of what he was teaching, this Gospel that he was teaching was that the Messiah of the Jews had come and they should recognize that, but because he had come through Jesus, God was welcoming all who had believed into the family of God: Jew and Gentile alike. And this was a massive shift in the way that people understood things, especially the Jews. This was a massive shift to their traditions. And one of the reasons Paul was constantly in a riot somewhere or fleeing for his life. It's in Romans that Paul fully explains how he got there. Like, how it is that he went from this devout Pharisee, persecuting people who followed Jesus, to a Christ follower willing to die for Jesus. And he wrote this letter in a way that a Jewish person would fully understand the argument, connecting Jesus to the Hebrew story that had been taking place all the way going back to the book of Genesis and the patriarch Abraham. And Paul explains this, and it got him in all kinds of trouble that the Mosaic law and its purpose were different than the way that it was being used for, that its purpose was to reveal our human inability to arrive at perfection. Nobody can become righteous before God on their own because they're that good, except for Jesus. And through him we can all be made righteous before God. This is the compelling message of the Good News of Jesus. Not everybody was on board, and many were very antagonistic toward it, as it remains true until today. But in Romans, Paul will explain to us how it is that this devout Pharisee, could make such a transition to become a follower of Jesus Christ. And so, with that, let's begin Romans chapter 1 verse 1 through verse 17 today.

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Father, we thank You for Your word, we love You, Lord. And now, as we move into some new territory with a new complexion to it, as we move into these writings from the Apostle Paul and the other writings in the New Testament, we invite Your Holy Spirit, that our hearts may be open to what You are saying through Your word, and that we might grow and understand and go to new depths of understanding about the Good News of the Gospel, about its impact in the world, about the way that it changes us, and about the ways in which we are to go forward because of it. Come, Holy Spirit, we pray in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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heavenlyhoundoom · 9 months

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Knd x AWISC au part 22.(Warning: racism.)

(Officer Lake knocks on the door.)

Veronica(Ramona's mom): Who could that be?

(Veronica opens the door to see Officer Lake.)

Veronica: What seems to be the problem, Officer?

Officer Lake: Mrs.Stinger, your daughter and Benedict Uno are under arrest for the devouring of Timothy Woodchuck, Greg McCluck, Natalie Pigman, Joseph Pouch, and the attempted devouring of Arthur Pouch.

(Ramona hears this from the kitchen and butts into the conversation.)

Ramona: What the fuck did that manipulative psycho tell you!?

Officer Lake: Ramona Stinger, please don't make your arrest harder than it needs to be.

Ramona: Can't you see that Arthur's clearly lying to you!?

Officer Lake: What do you mean?

Ramona: Arthur's the one who devoured those people, not me or Benedict, he's just using us as scapegoats!

Officer Lake: Why should anyone believe you?

Ramona: Because I saw Arthur kill Greg and Timothy with my own eyes!

Officer Lake: Than why didn't you report it?

Ramona: Because this society is too racist to ever believe a predator, especially if the story involves a prey animal doing anything bad,(sarcasm) because clearly all prey animals are good while all predators are evil!

Officer Lake: Well it's true.

Ramona: I fucking knew you were gonna say some racist shit like that!

Irwin(Ramona's dad): Officer, could you please put your racism aside and give these three a fair trial?

Officer Lake: Fine, but only because refusing to goes against my contract.

Irwin: Thank you, Officer.

(The three go to court with Melvin Bray defending Arthur and Amy Tigerton defending Benedict and Ramona.)

Judge Kathy(cow): Today we are determining who's is guilty of the four recent murders that happened in Zooville,(whipers) it's definitely the two monsters.(racial slur against predators)

Ramona: I heard that, you racist bitch!

Benedict: Judges aren't supposed to be biased!

Judge Kathy: Silence, you monsters, or else I'll just automatically declare you two guilty!

(Ramona and Benedict stop talking, but they're still pissed about how racist the law system is.)

Amy: Your honor, I will prove to you that my clients are innocent.

Melvin: Oh please, I'm taking your clients down!

Amy: They're clearly being framed by your client!

Melvin: You can try to convince them, but we have money and racism on our side!

(Kathy hears both sides of the story and decides that Benedict and Ramona are guilty despite their side of the story being much more believable.)

Judge Kathy: I declare Arthur innocent and the monsters guilty!

Ramona: We have names you know!

Benedict: Yeah, we're not just some random savage creatures!

Judge Kathy: How dare you back sass me, for that the penalty shall be death!

?: Hold it!

(Everyone turns around to see the real judge.)

Oswald(Red panda): Those two tried to rig the trial by locking me in the closet and replace me with their racist acquaintance!

(The entire jury gasps.)

Benedict: That doesn't surprise me...

Officer Tusk(Beth): Kathy Cattle, you're under arrest for impersonating a judge.

(Beth takes Kathy away as Ramona, Benedict, Monty, Carter, Rachel, Helen, Linda, and Lenard walk up to Arthur and the jury leave the room.)

Ramona: I knew karma would catch up to you eventually!

Benedict: I regret ever trusting you.

Monty: How dare you try to pin the blame on Ramona and My own brother!!!

Carter: You deserve to got to jail...

Rachael: You're a fucking psycopath!

Helen: I had a feeling it was you...

Linda: You are pure evil.

Lenard: Please...n̵̩͎̦̳̩̐̀͂̈̒̒́e̸͚͐͋͑̅̕͠͝v̴͓̩̗͂̾̈́͑̋̃̈͜e̷̮̘̟͉͆͜r̷̫̱̳͚̬͍̟̄͐̏̌ ̵̮̫͕̓̊́͊s̶̢̰̳͆͛p̶͕̼͎͈̖̕ͅễ̵̻̂̀̐͝a̴̞͕̗͕̒̓̊k̸̢̭͕͘ͅ ̷̢̜̍͛̓́̈́͝͝t̴̠͓̔ọ̶̡̧̠̳̑ ̵̧́̂̒̀̉͠m̸̢̮̘̝̤̼͗̉ẽ̴̠͙̮͉̪̗̐̃̂̐̚̚ ̵͔̊̓a̵̫̝͇͍͚̩̓ͅg̸͈̔̽͑̊͝ă̴̡̖̟̖͚̣̈̚i̶̜̤̝̜̓̏͛̚n̶̳͉̟̗͖̲͉̐͝.̸̮̫͎̰̦̐̆͊.̸̢̦̈͘.̶̥̺̋

Arthur in thought: (I don't know which two i should kill first...)

The end of part 22.

Kill Benedict and Ramona: https://www.tumblr.com/heavenlyhoundoom/725048177918705664/knd-x-awisc-au-kill-benedict-and-ramona-ending?source=share

Kill Carter and Monty: https://www.tumblr.com/heavenlyhoundoom/725091256008638464/knd-x-awisc-au-kill-carter-and-monty-ending?source=share

Kill Helen and Rachel: https://www.tumblr.com/heavenlyhoundoom/725118773296873472/knd-x-awisc-au-kill-rachel-and-helen-ending?source=share

Kill Lenard and Linda: https://www.tumblr.com/heavenlyhoundoom/725133079567597568/knd-x-awisc-au-kill-lenard-and-linda?source=share

#codename knd #monty uno #benedict uno #ocs #a wolf in sheep's clothing #furry #alternate universe

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knight-of-ashes · 2 years

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If I see one more liberal call for a revolution immediately after calling for a ban on "military style weapons" I'm gonna fucking lose it and start digging a tunnel

Every single jackass who posts that AR-15 versus predator drone meme then posts a picture of Wonder Woman with a sword and says that's how they're gonna defend the right to abortion is a brain dead imbecile

Every single comment about common sense regulations I see is about extra laws that would empower police to decimate inner cities and would never actually get semiautomatic weaponry out of the hands of disillusioned and violent young men. I see no one talking about weapon storage or ways to empower schools to actually get help for these men and I just see people talking about magazine restrictions and banning AR-15s which aren't even the most powerful or most high capacity guns on the market. They're just what's currently ubiquitous because of the military industrial complex and they're about to get replaced by the new SIG 6.8mm rifles. Nobody wants to ban AK-47s even though they're just as easy to acquire and higher caliber. Everyone dismisses gang violence in these conversations like young Black men don't deserve a chance to get out of that hell.

I have so many ideas for policies and regulations for just the firearms side (not even talking UBI and universal healthcare) that would actually solve these massacres and I'm too fucking angry at my friends to even say them because they have to share their stupid fucking Star Wars and Discworld memes to make sure everyone knows how sad they are about another batch of kids dying before they go back to consuming endless streams of Disney content and voting for Democrats who won't lift a finger on this issue.

I have a friend who's not allowed to legally own firearms for a few more years because she was forcibly hospitalized after crashing her car into a tree at night during a suicide attempt that she regretted before the hit happened, and meanwhile her brother has never been hospitalized and still can legally use guns despite ranting and raving in a manic fugue state in his front yard and threatening to kill people while the cops stood there laughing. How the fuck are you going to get every AR-15 off the streets when this is our normal? When cops just let any man light enough keep their guns even against department policy? When schools repeatedly report problem kids and get ignored until after the problem kid has finally shot everyone up? How are you going to stop shootings by banning the sale of only one style of semiautomatic rifle and not doing anything about any other type of gun, or working on any sort of training minimum requirements? Are we gonna talk about how ICE was waiting at the school to arrest any undocumented parents, and how ICE has been implicated in multiple firearms smuggling schemes while using even the slightest suggestion of illegal activity as an excuse to kill any Latino on site, and how undocumented Latino workers often have unregistered firearms because they know cops will not protect them?

23 people are dead. Two adults, 19 kids, and the shooter himself, an 18 year old who was a week away from graduation if his grades were good enough for that. We need a solution, not useless platitudes, and banning exactly one type of gun then calling for a revolution like you have emptily for the past five years is a useless platitude. These are people who hid at home during the BLM protests who think they're gonna change something.

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE YOUR REVOLUTION WITHOUT WEAPONS?

#raid mom's safe #buy right before the shooting #there are so many things we could do #raise the age for purchasing all guns and not just handguns to 25 #raise that for joining the military too #require safes and create a licensure framework that involves a free but extensive class on both the mechanical and use side of firearms #and on force usage de-escalation legal and moral frameworks and ethics #make testing requirements with a minimum of five years between tests for renewal and make it so taking the test is mandatory time off #make voting that too #all gun stores and ranges and police stations must provide a free and easy to use firearm lockup with no questions asked #domestic violence is an automatic no ownership offense and dv convicts must face tests that are much more thorough than other felons #to get their rights back #and must submit to yearly inspections #part of licensure should frankly be safe storage inspections by non-police legal professionals #safe storage is part of self defense and I'm tired of the 2a community pretending it isn't #i would only accept at home ammo storage restrictions if there was a price cap on ammunition just like there should be for gas #that way it's not a burden to buy a small amount to practice with at the range #and frankly ammo restrictions feel against the idea of labor being armed ala marx #so im still working on that concept #perhaps community ammo banks become a thing #this kid blew fucking $2000 minimum on two daniel defense rifles and 370 rounds of .223 then killed his grandma and shot up a school so #perhaps just restricting the amount you can get in one purchase (again with a price cap) is the way to go #we do occasionally see stockpiler shooters but thats very rare compared to or #from either stores or straw buyers

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jackedspicer · 3 years

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C.B.H.!

new chowder oc dropped. Youre gonna hate this guy so much

first of all, corned beef hash is a character that my siblings @collectiveazaelas & @castingcomets and i have collaborated on making. from the bottom of our hearts, we hope you hate him as much as we do

at first glance, corned beef hash serves as a narrative foil to ms rhubarb. his initial conception centered loosely around antagonizing her, but his personality quickly grew beyond that. he is a beast unto himself and others. his only goal is to be self serving and (intentionally) get in the way of others in his life, primarily the other OCs kumquat and pimento, but also canon characters as well. he does this not out of spite or dislike for others, but rather it’s just because he can, and it is often times the fastest route to his goal. he is the freudian id, if the id had a sense of self control and awareness (though he does occasionally blip out on the latter).

cbh's age isnt exactly clear. he exists in the comically broad adult world that most of marzipan city seems to: anywhere from 25-2500; whos to say? he graduated valedictorian from law school. around this time, he terrorized his dormmate (and future "friend"), pimento (a ram-like man with a few loose screws), to the point of dropping out and going into the culinary field, as "a kitchen during rush hour is still less stressful than sharing a living space with cbh." cbh is at times a petty thief, and at times a criminal mastermind - it depends on his current "schemes" and what is funny at the time. he knows the law to the letter and sometimes uses it to his advantage. though others sometimes think he is a temperamental idiot, most actions are done through thought-out choice and by utilizing his own strengths.

He has a stand in the farmer’s market at which he sells an assortment of mysterious wares and occasionally baked goods that are Evil & Wrong. The quality of his stock ranges anywhere between genuine artifacts to actual garbage from the dumpster, which he will then try to “spruce up” and sell as something more. He’s a hustler no doubt, and he earns his supply through meticulous dumpster-diving, talking down prices at thrift stores, and general vaguely-illegal tomfoolery. At times, he’ll get his hands on elusive items, and how he accomplishes this is seldom explained (he once was arrested and jailed for 12 days because he “accidentally” was selling illegal dognip). He frequently enlists in Kumquat’s help in his various endeavors and typically has her do the dirty work. For example, one of their foraging techniques involves his hooking her onto a fishing line and casting her out to sea; it’s usually just junk, but sometimes she’s clutching a few shiny souvenirs when reeled back in.

He does move the physical location of his stand around a lot, both to “drain fresh pockets” and to avoid growing too known and hated in one area. That being said, he’s been at this for a while, so every vendor at the farmer’s market knows him and is all too familiar with his cycling. The clientele are just unfamiliar enough to fall for his beguilement, though, save for a few skeevy regulars who seek him out for his stuff.

yes he was valedictorian. yes he was a frat boy all throughout college. yes he does beer kegs by pouring the beer directly into his head. yes hes a criminal mastermind. No its not a big deal

being a “bottlehead” (as he calls himself), he doesnt know what sex is (why would he need to?) but he doesnt know that he doesnt know. he loves the culture of it and he’ll hit on anyone. he doesn’t get vocab, but he’s raunchy without hesitation (see quotes section)

he has his eyes on the front of his skull because hes a pursuit predator

his tragic flaw is that he has no flaws. likewise, his lack of complexity is what makes him complex. He has no insecurities. This guy is a black hole. He is everything, but most importantly, he is Nothing.

It’s typical for him to throw around callous, vulgar, and at times offensive references. Case in point: his favorite nicknames for kumquat are Cumsquat and Cumsquirt. Likewise, his nicknames for pimento are Pissmentos, Bimento, Bitchmento, etc.

whenever he does something to boast about, he pounds his chest, turns around, flashes the back of his jacket, and chants C.B.H.! the way a frat boy chants his college's name

he's largely inspired by the way chris fleming characterizes the massachusettsian frat boy. in our minds, he also shares a voice with him.

he feels no shame and he does not hide himself. He may be a bullheaded, grandiose individual, but that doesnt mean he'll withhold his words of affirmation. he'll say something and really mean it - he gives and withholds performances for no one, as he only serves himself.

He devotes no time to introspection. it’s debatable that he might not even know how, but it would be time squandered as there’s not much to introspect On.

it’s a mistake to misinterpret kumquat as his little buddy whom he feels affection for; in his mind, they’re on the same team is all. hes gotta protect his own. It’s as if they’re in the same frathouse. that being said, hes not a good team player. he gets along with kumquat and at times pimento because they’re both socially passive, and the same goes for any relationship he’s ever had. Working with someone of his caliber would guarantee the butting of heads and stalemates on stalemates. A disaster

he’s heavily inspired by 3OH!3

his other inspirations include grunkle stan, brucie kibbutz, and caesar from big top burger, in equal parts

his species is potion

his mother is a lava lamp, his father is a science flask, and he has several siblings, with one of which being a bong named Oregano.

Cannot stand being called Corn

QUOTES

“C.B.H.!”

“You wanna go? You wanna start some BEEF with the HASH?!”

“By the power vested in me by the state of marzipan city i now pronounce you FUCKED PWNED”

“I’LL SUCK YOUR MOM’S DICK, BRO, DO NOT FUCK WITH ME!”

You want to know if his potion liquid is adhesive so you ask him if he has a meniscus and he thinks that youre asking him smth dirty so he says “hey hey i’m on my day job right now. Come by after 8 and ask me then, see what happens”

“If it’s not broke, we don’t sell it!” (motto)

“You wanna throw rocks at this glass house?”

“Oh i’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was politically incorrect to have my TITS OUT”

“Broskis can you keep it down, im trying to get my wicked sleep gnar gnar on”

“I’M GONNA COME UNCORKED. IM GONNA COME UNCORKED. IM SERIOUSLY GONNA COME UNCORKED”

“Bro, i can’t deal with you trying to kiss me & shit. I’m not gay. Like, yeah, i’ll fuck a dude, marry a dude, but i seriously can’t be seen smooching someone with horns that big, you dig?”

“MY MOM DOESN’T LIKE YOU, STOP PRETENDING SHE DOES!”

“Yeah, no, yeah, yeah, i’m looking at the fucker right now.”

“Whose bottle do i gotta brush to [XYZ] around here?”

his uncieknuckies-type shitpost blog: @corndbeefhash

and finally, his difficult person ranking:

#cbh #chowder oc #chowder #draws #weve actually had this guy since september but it took us a long time to organize everything... it's bonkers #anyway most of the written section was written by my siblings! theyre brilliant and super funny and so good at making characters #I FORGOT TO SAY THE WORDS ON THE SECOND DRAWING ARE A 3OH3 LYRIC

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fanfalc-616 · 3 years

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The Rights Of A Nindroid

Chapter Twenty-Two

(Previous Chapter Here)

Apparently this chapter is too long for a singular tumblr post so I’ll post this and then reblog it with the rest-

Also watch me beat canon to death with a stick lol

Kai slams open the door to the bridge. “I have a new idea!” He proclaims. “I’m going to become the Emperor.”

He receives a bunch of blank stares at his statement.

Finally, after a long pause, Nya speaks up. “You’re going to what?” She demands in disbelief.

He can feel the wide smile forming on his face. “There’s an election coming up, and I-“

“Since when is that an electable position?” Jay blinks, his confused expression so intense it’s almost comical.

Nya opens her mouth to answer, but Kai keeps talking.

“Not sure, but it is. I did my research! Anyway, I’m going to become the Emperor and then order them to free Zane.” He explains. Honestly, he can’t believe they didn’t think of this sooner! The election is only seven months away, and it’s a great backup plan for if nothing else works.

Nya stares at him in shock. “I can’t even begin to explain how horrible of an idea this is.”

“I mean… it might work.” Jay defends. “There’s no harm in trying, right?”

“No. No, we are not doing this. Cole, Lloyd, back me up here.” Nya looks over at the two.

Cole looks up from his phone. “I’m already filing out the forms.”

“Wh- no!” She stands up abruptly. “No, this is a horrible idea! Do you realize how many things could go wrong here? We could-“

“You’re right.” Jay conceeeds. “With his recent arrests, Kai isn’t the best choice for this.” He winces as he looks over at the brunet, and Kai grimaces as he accepts the point.

“It should be Lloyd.”

The green ninja snaps to attention. “What?” He demands. “I- you- you guys don’t want me to be in charge, I- I wouldn’t be a very good leader!”

Cole shrugs. “I mean, you kind of already are.” He points out.

Kai comes over and sits on the table in front of the blond. “Look, either you do it or I do. What do you say?”

Cringing, Lloyd seems to be weighing his options, ignoring the shocked and upset look Nya has.

“... alright. What paperwork do I need to fill out?”

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Zane grimaces as both he and Cryptor are taken to the training room. When both of them are brought, it means only bad things.

After being chained down, Zane recognizes Kyle standing there. With a glare, he decides to cut to the point.

“I’m not going to say it again.” He snarls. “I am equal to any human.”

Kyle sighs, rolling his eyes. "Get off your high horse, Original. That's not why you're here."

From beside him, Cryptor seems to be thinking about speaking, but instead glances over at Zane.

Very well. He can do the speaking for the both of them- and as of now, that will be expressing his confusion.

“It’s… not?”

"No. You're here because…" He starts to circle them, surrounding them like a predator analyzing its prey for weaknesses, his cold tone matching the action. "...Because you two have been keeping secrets. From me, from the facility. Isn't that right?"

They- they have not discovered his Falcon, right? That- no. This must be bluff of some sort! And Zane will just have to call him on it.

Silently wishing he had a faceplate to allow him to better express himself, he sighs. “You monitor us day and night. What could you possibly think we’re doing?”

The sly smile Kyle gives him is unnerving. "I don't know, you're gonna tell me. Aren't you, General?"

Cryptor suddenly tenses, and Zane looks over at him as his breathing picks up. The other nindroid is clearly scared, borderline panicking.

“I…” Cryptor trails off, but Zane realizes that he should speak before Kyle manages to convince Cryptor to tell him what he wants to know.

Forcing confidence into his voice, he stares the blond down. “No one is telling you anything- because there isn’t anything to tell!”

Kyle seems almost amused. "Oh, really now?” He walks back over to Cryptor and taps on his eye scope, the action clearly a threat of some sort.

Zane internally winces at the way Cryptor horribly fails at hiding his fear and the way he flinches back. “We… it- it wasn’t… yes. Yes, Ma-“ He cringes, cutting himself off. “... we’re hiding something.” He miserably admits.

Wearing a sarcastic smile, Kyle looks back over to Zane. "Wow, didn't see that coming." He mocks.

Annoyance creeps into him as he glares at the other nindroid. “Cryptor!” He quietly hisses out the name, staring in disbelief.

The blond shakes his head. "Not its name. It won't answer to that, anymore.”

Zane glowers at that, but Cryptor doesn’t deny it, which only serves to fuel his annoyance.

Kyle continues. “But what it will answer to is this-“ He pauses a beat before dropping his voice into a dark threatening tone.

“What are you hiding?" He snarls.

After hesitating a beat, Cryptor answers the blond. “... do I have to?” He tries weakly.

Kyle arches an eyebrow. "Depends, do you remember who's physical and mental integrity depends on you cooperating?"

Taking a deep breath, Cryptor seems to struggle for words. Finally, in a choked voice, he gets out, “You didn’t hurt him. You- you lied. He’s fine.”

A weak laugh escapes him as he ducks his head, and Zane frowns- or he would, if he had his face- as he watches him. Still, Cryptor continues.

“And… I- I know that because we were hiding a way to-“

Sucking in a deep breath, Zane realizes that- that Cryptor is actually going to tell him. He’s actually going to explain the Falcon?!

“No!” Zane interrupts him before he gets the chance to continue. “Cryptor, stop it!” He demands.

Still seeming amused, Kyle continues prompting the other into speaking. "A way to communicate, I presume. What might it be…?" He takes on an exaggerated thinking pose.

While his voice is shaking, Cryptor does try to answer him. “Zane has a-“

Panic taking over, Zane shouts out, “Do not!”

Who knows what they’ll do to his Falcon if they capture him! Likely cause horrible harm, if not taking him apart!

The excitement Kyle shows is terrifying. "Do it!"

“He-has-a-Falcon-its-mechanical-we-can-connect-to-it-digitally-and-“ Cryptor speaks rapidly, getting the words out fast enough that Zane doesn’t have a chance to stop him.

Fear sets into him once again. “No, you can’t just…” he trails off. He can’t argue, not now that Cryptor has already told him.

"That's enough, General.” The blond gives a gentle smile. “Hush."

Zane glares at the other nindroid as he nods and lowers his head. He knows that Kyle had made some form of threat before, but this level of obedience? It’s absurd!

The blond paces around as he speaks to Cryptor, ignoring Zane for the moment. "Since you were pretty obedient today, you're not gonna get punished for this." He stops, staring menacingly at them. "But to follow what you told me about him being fine- He's not hurt yet. And now that you won't be able to talk to him, you won't even know if he is."

Cryptor opens his mouth as if to speak, but seems to think better of it and looks away, pointedly avoiding Zane’s death glares.

He doesn’t have the words to describe the emotions building inside of him. Cryptor had- he had told Kyle! And so easily! He had barely tried defying him at all!

The blond redirects his attention to Zane."And you…" He pauses a moment as he glare. "Congrats."

Zane grinds his teeth, desperately trying to think of a way to divert Kyle’s attention and possibly save his Falcon. He can’t… while a simple design compared to him, that bird is all he has left of his father. He can’t let any harm come to him!

“Disconnect me, then.” He snaps. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll find another way, another plan. I am not your slave, not a mindless drone! I’m not this ‘Original’ that you try to make me. I am Zane Julien, the white ninja. And that, you will never take from me.”

Kyle arches an eyebrow. "...Nice speech.” He pauses a beat. “I'm disassembling the Falcon."

Every circuit and wire he has is suddenly tensing up as he processes that. “What for?” He demands. “If I can’t connect to him, he poses no threat to you!”

"But you care for it, don't you?" Kyle smiles, an unnerving smile that carries a threat to it.

Zane can feel his power source heating up as he tries desperately to come up with a way to convince Kyle to leave him alone. “I- he’s a bird. That’s- that’s all.”

He takes a moment to breath and think before continuing. “Leave him out of this.” He snaps. “A- a bird is of no threat to you. Unless, of course, you and your organization is so weak that something so simple could stand in your way.”

Perhaps trying to bait someone as irritable as Kyle into becoming upset isn’t a good idea, but he’s hoping that maybe, just maybe, he can trick the blond into leaving the Falcon alone.

The blond snorts. "Uh-huh, yeah, I see that. But I raise you this. If it's truly 'just a bird', then you shouldn't be trying so hard to make me leave it alone. Why should you care if it's just a useless communication device?" There’s a taunt to his voice, but before Zane can think of a comeback, Cryptor is speaking.

The other nindroid’s voice is quiet and regretful. “His father made it, it’s all he has left of him.” He explains.

Zane can only stare. Why is Cryptor doing this?! He- Kyle did not even directly ask him about that! He had no reason to share that information! Now- now Kyle may-

A satisfied smile is on the blond’s face. "Now that changes everything. Congrats again, Original. You and General just won front row seats to the disassembling of your Falcon."

Beside him, Cryptor tenses up. “Me too?” He seems surprised and afraid, but at the moment, Zane is too upset with him to care about his fear.

"Yep.” Kyle smirks. “Have fun."

Feeling himself trembling, Zane speaks up, desperately trying to find a way to stop Kyle… but coming up empty.

“W- wait!” He chokes out. “You can’t- no, no, you…” He’s trembling, knowing that he would be near tears if he were human, fear taking ahold of every gear and circuit he has as his voice starts to break with his words. “... please, don’t…” He trails off.

“Don’t hurt him.”

His voice is nothing more than a broken whisper.

The blond has the nerve to laugh. "Why not?” He questions amusedly. “You clearly haven't learned your place, and this kind of punishment seemed to work on General. I don't see a single good reason why I shouldn't."

There’s a pause as Zane collects his thoughts.

His voice is quiet as he begins to speak. “Why not.” A weak, broken laugh escapes him. “Why not, you ask me.”

He looks up from the floor in order to look Kyle in the eyes as he speaks, voice beginning to rise in volume. “I have a better question.” He spits out.

“What the hell do you want from me?!” He shouts out the words, screaming them. “You take us here, you torture us, you try to convince us that we’re lesser, and for what?! Revenge?” He laughs a little, feeling his patience, his sanity, on the edge of breaking entirely. “This solves nothing! You fight fire with fire, you choose to cause suffering as though- as though that will bring back the ones you lost! I never meant to harm anyone! I was built to protect! And-“

Kyle’s voice is dangerous in a way that Zane has rarely heard, even in the voices of his most threatening opponents. "Shut the FUCK UP." The blond demands.

Zane glares with as much malice as he can muster. “No.” He snarls. “I wasn’t finished. You-“

"Close your fucking mouth.” Kyle snaps. “Was I not clear? You're asking me what I want from you, why I do all this? I'll tell you."

Zane scoffs. “Please, do!”

"I hate you.” The blond says simply. “And I want you to suffer. Yeah, it doesn't bring my lost ones back. But when I remember the terror on his face as he died in my goddamn arms, I feel really good about all this." His smile is threatening, a menacing expression that makes fear pool in his gut.

He stares for a moment, trying to figure out how to respond. What does he even say to that?

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

He waits only a moment before continuing.

“But if put in the same position…” Zane stares Kyle dead in the eyes as he speaks. “I would do it again. More lives were saved then lost, and I would have to be a fool to be willing to let so many suffer for your sake. Because it was never about him, was it?” He scoffs. “It’s about you. He’s not here anymore. What happens now has no effect on him. You use his death as an excuse to cause misery. You-“

“Zane?” Cryptor mutters, catching his attention. “Shut the hell up.”

"...You killed him.” Kyle’s voice is quiet, but no less threatening. “You killed so many people. Maybe even as many as you saved. And you never faced any trial."

Zane shakes his head. “The Golden Master would have killed everyone.” He argues. “I did what I had to do.”

He can feel Cryptor’s internal screaming at him, but he ignores the other in favor of staring down Kyle.

"What you had to do was to protect.” The blond snaps. “And you couldn't even do that right."

He- what?

Zane finds himself struggling for words, attempting to find a way to defend himself. He- he knows that he had failed, in a way, by...

“I protected as many as I could!” He shoots back, trying to keep his voice steady. “I was willing to die to protect those in danger!”

Kyle scoffs. "Being willing to die for something doesn't mean anything if you don't value your life enough to begin with. That's why you were the one to sacrifice yourself, right? You thought that, as an android, you were more expendable than your human teammates?"

Fear takes a cold grip on him as he processes the words.

“I- I am not-“ With shock, Zane realizes that… he doesn’t have a good argument.

His voice is quiet as he tries to come up with one. “I am expendable because the others have more use. It- it is not because I am a nindroid, it’s…”

He… doesn’t know what to say. How to defend himself. The- the others are more important than him, but- but that doesn’t mean that Zane is… that he’s…

Kyle shakes his head. "For something to have more use than something else, that other thing must be lesser. It's just logic.” He shrugs. “You said it yourself."

Zane finds himself looking down at the floor, breathing ragged, as he tries to come up with a way to deny the words. “No.” He chokes out. “No, that’s not what I…” He trails off, unsure of how to continue.

The smile he gets isn’t angry this time. No, it’s… almost comforting. "Think about it, alright?” His voice is reassuring, soothing. “You can't argue against logic."

Zane can feel himself shaking, his voice quiet and near breaking as he tries to say otherwise. “I’m not lesser, I’m not, I’m- I’m equal, I…”

Something seems to break inside of him as he realizes that it’s not Kyle that he’s trying to convince.

"Don't worry.” Kyle assures. “The confusion will be over soon."

Wordlessly, Zane gives a weak nod, not even sure what he’s agreeing to.

He’s not- not lesser, he’s just… sure, the others are more valuable, more skilled, more- more everything, but…

Kyle calls in some guards, but Zane can barely hear him. "Take them back to their lockers.” He instructs. “Someone will come fetch them when we find the bird."

Cryptor speaks quickly, clear fear in his voice. “It’s connected to us, I- I can call it.”

Zane can hear their voices, but he’s unsure of the meaning behind the words. He can barely process his own thoughts, much less the world around him.

#the rights of a nindroid #trauma #psychological torture #torture #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago zangst #zangst

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years

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The Long Way Around ~ Chapter 7

Link to previous part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/623403705475219456/the-long-way-around-chapter-6

Pairing: Jasper x Reader

Word count: 2208

Warnings: None

Y/n’s POV

It’s been around six months since I joined this new life. I can feel my newborn strength fading by the day, though my bloodlust does not show me the same mercy. I’ve yet to have a true encounter with a human, and I hope to avoid one for a very long time. I have no doubt in my mind that I would lose control. Jasper says it’s normal, that I’m doing well, and that I shouldn’t worry about the future and instead focus on improving today. Some days I believe him, some days I don’t. I guess it all comes with the territory of being thrust into a life you never thought could exist.

My case hasn’t had any leads since they arrested my assailant, though, since there’s no body to find, I don’t suppose I can assign any blame. I’m old news now, except for the occasional plea from my parents or a friend for anyone who knows something to come forward. Those break me every time. It pains me more than I ever thought possible to see the people I love hurting and know their hurting is in vain, but not be able to do anything to ease it because I will literally kill them. Carlisle and Esme have taken a few trips on my behalf, for which I am endlessly grateful. A run-in at the grocery store here or a quick drive by their house at night. It’s not much, and it hurts deeply to not be able to take the errands myself, but I think it would be worse not to know how they’re doing.

My self-control has gotten slightly better. I’m down to hunting only about once a week now. I fill my newfound free time with odds and ends. I read books, decorate my room, let Alice do my hair, work on learning Spanish, and play board games with the other vampires in the house. It’s nice to start seeing them more as friends rather than roommates. It certainly makes shoving myself into their daily life much more bearable.

Jasper still doesn’t let up with his constant babysitting of me, but I don’t mind it like I used to. In all honesty, we’ve become pretty great friends. He definitely knows me better than anyone else in the house, and I would seek out his company even if it wasn’t a necessity. Right now we’re reading through all the Harry Potter’s together just to pass the time. Esme was very encouraging of our project, even buying two copies of each book for us and one copy of each book in Spanish, to help with my studies. She’s so thoughtful. Jasper didn’t like the books at first, but at my and Bella’s behest, stuck with them. I think he had trouble getting into them because he didn’t grow up reading them. But now we’re on book five, and if we go more than two days without reading a chapter, he bugs me about it. It’s kinda cute. As both of us tend toward the introvert side of the spectrum, we spend much of our days in one of our rooms. Seldom are we apart, so it surprises me when he sends Emmett, Arthur, and Rosalie with me to hunt and doesn’t include himself. Hurt that I really hope he doesn’t notice pricks at me. He probably just needs a break, relax. You guys do spend a lot of time together…maybe you’re getting on his nerves. But I don’t protest outwardly, not wanting to seem annoying. Besides, I like everyone in my entourage just fine and spending quality time with them wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

“Have fun. I’ll uh, see you later.” While Jasper’s voice is calm, he looks anywhere but my eyes.

I try not to let my hurt show, but I know he must feel it. “Okay, you too.”

He offers me a smile that seems strained.

Once more, I brush off my insecurities and follow Rosalie outside to meet the guys. Emmett is grinning broadly, wringing his hands together.

“Since we ditched the wet blanket, I thought we’d hunt something a little more fun today,” He proposes, a gleam in his eye. Despite my down mood, I can’t help but be terribly interested.

“What did you have in mind?”

{***}

Bears. Bears were what he had in mind. I let out a shout of exhilaration as I wrestle with a grizzly five times my size. It’s a ridiculously intoxicating feeling to grapple with one of nature’s most feared predators and come out on top. It makes me feel so capable. And, unsurprisingly, grizzly blood is leagues better than that of a puny deer. I make a commitment to do this much more often.

By the end of it, my clothes are history, but thankfully, Rosalie thought to pack a change in our backpacks. She leads me behind a tree to change, laughing when we hear growls from both men and bear. They’re nearly indistinguishable, and the difference wouldn’t be perceptible at all to human ears.

But Jasper’s absence is still bothering me. This seems like something he would love, and it’s weird that he seemed intent on avoiding it. Did I do something to upset him? I weigh my options, and decide Rosalie is a trustworthy enough person to risk asking. It’s better than not knowing and letting my insecurities run wild.

Still, I try to sound unaffected, not wanting to reveal how much I actually care. “I wonder why Jasper didn’t want to join? Bears are so much more fun.”

Not at all fooled, Rosalie chuckles. “Jasper had some business in town to attend to. He can’t take you with him, for obvious reasons, and I guess he thought the three of us wouldn’t be that bad of a trade.”

I nod, feeling a bit better. It’s just an errand then, nothing I did personally.

But Rosalie grins, not done with me yet. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I just hoped I wasn’t annoying him or something.” I shrug, wanting to exit this conversation as quickly as possible.

“Please, I don’t think Jasper could ever be annoyed by you.”

Wait, what? “What do you mean?”

Rosalie laughs, pulling a twig out of my hair. “He hangs onto your every word. He waits on you hand and foot.” When I don’t respond, Rosalie raises her eyebrows, disbelieving. “You really haven’t noticed?”

I shrug, quickly running through the past six months of my new life. “I guess I just thought it was his job.”

Rose scoffs and shakes her head. “No. Now that he knows your limits he really only needs to be with you when you hunt.” She shrugs. “He enjoys your company.” Then, with the teasing smirk of an older sister, she begins to walk away. “Do with that information what you will.”

She leaves me, and I stand, stunned. So for the past who knows how long, Jasper has chosen to spend all that time with me? The realization makes my dead heart feel something I don’t recognize, something tender. Since Edward’s not here it makes no sense to police my own thoughts. And, if I’m being honest with myself, I totally seek out Jasper’s company too, regardless of the need for oversight. With him, everything is just so natural; I feel perfectly at home in this completely strange life. I gulp, not really sure what that all means.

Thankfully, Emmett saves me from figuring it out at the moment.

“Hey kid, let’s go! It looks like it’s gonna rain.”

We speed home, all wary of Alice’s reaction if we were to ruin even more items of her carefully curated designer clothes.

As it is, she gives me a disapproving look the moment we walk through the door. “Next time, please wear something more expendable.”

I frown, feeling bad, and Arthur grabs Alice’s hand and distracts her with a kiss before she can chastise me further.

“Sorry, Alice.”

But she only smiles, all traces of a sour mood gone.

I can hear Jasper shuffling papers down in the basement and I automatically take a step in that direction. Then, I pause, deciding that it might be beneficial to test Rosalie’s theory. So instead, I drop my bag by the couch, turn on my heel, and head upstairs to my room. I pick book off my shelf and wait.

Not three minutes later I hear his steps on the stairs and his knock on the door.

“Hey, can I come in?”

I pat the spot on the bed beside me. “Of course. How was town?”

He raises his eyebrows.

I smile guiltily. “Rosalie mentioned you had business there.”

He chuckles and sits, seeming more comfortable now. “Yeah, town was good. Got everything taken care of.”

Now it’s my turn to raise my eyebrows, but it quickly becomes apparent that he does not intend to expand upon the term ‘business’, so I let it go. “Emmett took me bear hunting.”

Jasper grins and pulls his legs into a criss-cross, leaning his back against the wall. “What’d you think?”

“So much better than deer,” I enthuse. His grin widens. I make a face like I’m suddenly remembering something. “Oh, I left my bag downstairs. Be right back.”

And before I can even swing my legs off the bed, he’s standing, shaking his head. “No, you look comfortable. I got it.”

A thrill so strong I know he feels it rushes through me. Rosalie might not have been too far off. Still, I school my expression by the time he returns.

I express my appreciation and decide to try the next reaction I want to test. I recount, in excruciating detail, my bear hunt. And, just as Rosalie said, he hangs onto my every word. He laughs at each bad joke and grins at each clear exaggeration. He actually listens. I can’t believe I’ve never noticed this before.

And then I feel a little bad for experimenting on him without his knowledge, so I try to make up for it. “Is there anything you want to do tonight?”

He shakes his head immediately. “I’m fine with doing whatever.”

“No,” I laugh, grabbing his arm and giving it a light shake. “You always have to do what I do and you’re such a good sport. It’s my turn to try something you like.”

He thinks, and then smiles almost self-consciously. “Well, okay. There’s this cliff and waterfall about eighty miles north of here that’s absolutely gorgeous. And, being virtually indestructible and all, it’s really fun to jump from the top and land in the pool of water beneath it. I haven’t been in forever.”

I smile as I stare up at him, game for anything he suggests. “Let’s do it.”

“Really? You’re sure?” I definitely am, but even if I wasn’t, his wide, excited beaming would make me say yes. It’s just too sweet to turn down.

“Absolutely.”

He stands then, evidently ready to put our plan in action. “Just don’t tell Esme.”

I want to question why, but suddenly remember Esme’s tragic experience with cliffs. I agree readily. As quietly as possible so as not to attract attention, we decide to gather our necessities and meet at the stairs in five minutes. I throw on a swimsuit Alice had the forethought to buy under an unassuming outfit. I grab one of my towels from the bathroom and toss it in my backpack. After a moment’s consideration, I add The Order of the Phoenix, feeling that it can’t hurt to bring it along. As planned, we join at the top of the stairs and walk slowly down, trying not to be too noticeable. But of course, it doesn’t work out that way, and we’re spotted the minute we make it to the kitchen.

“Where are you two going?” Esme’s question throws me off guard, and I panic.

“Hunting.”

Jasper eyes me clandestinely, obviously not pleased with my lack of improvisation finesse.

Emmett appears then, teasing. “What, bears not enough for you?”

Thankfully, Jasper’s at the top of his game. “Interacting with the humans in town today was a little much for me. I’d rather err on the side of caution.”

“What do you need Y/n for? To watch and shout encouragements?” Emmett laughs heartily at his own strange sense of humor.

Esme smiles, and I can’t tell if she fully believes us or not. Nevertheless, she lightly pushes on Emmett’s shoulder, directing him out of the kitchen with instructions to “leave us be”.

Once outside, I work to hold in my giggles until we’re out of earshot.

“Well, remind me to never involve you in a lie.” Jasper’s voice is teasing, and he pokes me lightly in my side.

I roll my eyes, unable to stop the laughter. “I panicked! I didn’t expect anyone to actually ask. Did they believe us though?”

Jasper shakes his head slowly, considering. “They were definitely suspicious. But for now, we’re in the clear. Just remind me to catch a deer or something on the way back so I won’t be a total fraud.”

I smile, mirth emboldening me to take his hand. And with that, we break into a run, excited to reach our destination.

A/n I work like every day this week so I probably should have spaced out posting these chapters. Whoops! Buuuut I’ve had a really fun time writing them and I’ve just been excited to get them out. So this week will probably be slower with the updates, sorry! Still, let me know what you thought about this chapter and if you would like to be added to the tag list!

xx,

Bjr

Link to next part: https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/623575983503638528/the-long-way-around-chapter-8

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Holding Secrets Like a Crystal

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Monica Elshett wasn’t always a telepath.

That happened later, when she fell out of a tree and started hearing people’s minds.

No. Before the tree, she was an ordinary child that was just extra perceptive and sensitive to people around her. A broken branch and gravity seemed to open her mind to other things that everyone else couldn’t hear.

She handled it as well as little girl usually did to strange and impossible things.

She bawled her lungs out.

It was very lucky that Monica was a very smart child.

The next few years after The Incident, as she’d taken to calling it, had solidified the need for cleverness. Initially, she’d tried telling her parents. But after three visits to the doctor in quick succession, Monica learned to keep her mouth shut.

Her parents, being bureaucrats, had very little time to spare for her. This gave Monica the time to experiment and realize several things as fact.

One, that people’s minds weren’t in any way comparable to books. No, people’s minds were like radios. They broadcasted things so loudly.

Two, that the volume of a person’s radio depended on how intensely private they were as a person. A loud and extroverted woman might have a mind quieter than a mouse or vice versa.

Three, people didn’t really think about their crimes so much as picture them.

Monica came across her first crime at fifteen years old, a young man gloatingly thinking about his dead girlfriend’s body as he hacked her to pieces. The images floated to her mind, broadcasted by the murderer and Monica, walking down the street with a minor headache, staggered with nausea.

“Bahamut’s fucking balls,” Monica swore loudly, to the censure of a young mother and the delight of her child.

Monica had heard about people’s secrets, their thoughts and their sins, but it had been the first time she’d seen it.

With another curse, she did a sharp turn of her heel and marched to the Crownsguard precinct.

The problem, of course, was that she had no proof based on actual, physical evidence.

Nothing, except her knowledge, and the location of the pieces of a woman.

Still, Monica wasn’t going to be deterred by something as plebian as other people’s limitations. They were their limitations, not hers. She just needed to convince someone that those didn’t apply to her.

“I need an officer to come with me,” she repeated for the sixth time. “It’s urgent.”

The processing officer’s eyes had glazed over and his thoughts had turned to other things. He was so fucking useless.

But.

There was someone in the vicinity curious. About her.

Monica turned her head slowly, looking for the person and almost jumped out of her skin.

A man, in his mid-twenties, stared at her with intense, ice blue eyes.

“Well,” she said, staring right back at the man. “I need help.”

The man nodded slowly. “Alright. Then I will help you.”

While Monica could feel his curiosity like a living thing against her skin, she almost couldn’t hear his thoughts, they were so quiet.

Still, if she concentrated, she heard it. He looked at her scruffy shoes, her messy hair and her fidgety hands and seemed fond. Like she reminded him of someone.

It was the first time she’d actually had to concentrate to hear someone’s thoughts and Monica decided, then and there, that she liked him.

“Here,” she took him to the burial. It only took a few spadefuls of earth from a hastily borrowed spade, and there she was. The poor woman. “This is her. Her boyfriend murdered her.”

He was frowning at the grave, grim and scowling. “And you know this how?”

Monica hated questions like these. It reminded her, quite terribly, of her doctors.

“I heard it,” she said sharply. “And he gloated about it. I don’t know his name, or hers. But he gloated about it.”

“You only knew where,” he said, the light of understanding in his eyes. “I see. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

Monica hadn’t done this to be thanked, by Bahamut’s wrinkly old balls. She did this because she didn’t want to live in a city where an asshole like that boyfriend could make another victim. She couldn’t live with the knowledge that she could have helped.

Monica scowled at him darkly. “You don’t thank me, not about this. I did the right thing so I could sleep at night.”

She needed him to stop thanking her. Goddamit.

He nodded. “I will take care of it,” in that kind of voice you know would finish things.

He started calling people and people started arriving in droves. They taped up the area, they took samples of the earth and the spade and the tree. It was insane.

Monica stared at all of it with wide eyes and read so much of their determination to do the right thing that she didn’t even mind the cacophony of their thoughts. All of them were, to a person, thinking of helping the poor murdered woman.

It was amazing.

The man took her to the side to keep her out of the way but still managed to somehow make her see everything happening. His thoughts had faded back into obscurity now that she was no longer concentrating on him.

Then.

He knelt, so she was taller than him.

“Monica, I’m not thanking you for being a good person,” he said softly. “I’m thanking you for saving his other, potential victims.”

Monica curled her shoulders but nodded.

“My name is Cor Leonis,” he said, like he wasn’t famous. “And if you ever hear anything like this again, don’t bother going to the precinct. Call me immediately. Here’s my number.”

She held on to his card with a kind of desperation that she hoped wasn’t too obvious. Monica heard a lot of things. She had hoped, at least, that she could save someone. Or make a difference somewhere.

That she did. That an adult confirmed that she did…!

Monica started to cry.

Monica called Cor Leonis a grand total of three times after that.

The first, when she was eighteen, was because she had heard several fraternity boys in her college plan terrible things for the girls attending the party. She called him, and he answered, despite it being two in the morning.

An entire unit of officers show up in the frat party and saved several girls. Cor sent her a gift basket that made her laugh.

The next, a couple of months after that, was because she heard her professor’s thoughts and realized that he was a fucking predator with an actual shrine to the girls he molested, complete with videos.

Monica had actually barricaded the door and shivered in her bathtub until Cor himself knocked on the door and told her that Professor Morstan had been arrested just a few minutes ago.

She ran to him for a hug and he was so surprised. But he didn’t push her away.

The third time, Monica called him for the requirements for entrance into the Crownsguard. He answered by knocking on her door thirty minutes later with all the paperwork and a proud smile on his face.

“I’ll be working for you now,” she told him seriously as she filled out the forms.

He smiled, which transformed his face. “Honestly, Monica, everyone has been asking me what I’ve been paying my informant. If that’s the case, I probably owe you several years of back pay.”

Monica laughed.

The Crownsguard had insane requirements, both mental and physical, and if Monica hadn’t been thinking and planning for it for years, she might have been blindsided.

Cor helped her plan, telling her certain study tactics that would have been useful in university. He also left her with an entire packet of exercises to do for an entire three months, so she would be ready for the exams.

Which he would be hosting. Fucking Bahamut.

“I’m not going to hold back on you, just because I like you,” he told her sternly.

His mind was light, broadcasting a very light music that she was starting to think that Cor associated with her.

“I didn’t think you knew the meaning of the word,” she said blandly, rubbing her bruised wrist.

His lips quirked into a smile and his mind freaking laughed.

Cor’s mind had been getting louder around her, something that made Monica realize that that meant he trusted her. It blew her mind, honestly.

“Don’t stress out on this, kid. You’ll do great,” he said. She’s gonna blow all their socks out of the water, his mind thought.

It had her fighting a blush.

“Thanks, Cor,” she said quietly.

Monica had a mantra in her head.

WWCD. What would Cor Do?

It came in incredibly handy when faced with sexist trainees and misogynistic trainers at the boot camp. Monica was one of two women, and the other one was a very tall woman with visible muscles called Daisy.

She’d confided to Monica that her muscles came from helping her dad out as a blacksmith.

With Daisy looking like she could bench press several behemoths, Monica was the target of hazing. Bullying, she thought, looking at their calm faces and hearing their leering thoughts.

WWCD, she mused. Cor would let them eat their tongues in jealousy.

With a vicious smile, she looked at the exercises with renewed determination.

At the wall climbing, she made sure to climb the fastest. At the weapons assembly and maintenance, she made sure to ace that too, memorizing the smallest component.

Everything else, she aced. Their thoughts leered less and veered more to respect. Some, of course, went to jealousy.

But that, she knew how to counter. If they thought they were vicious, they had nothing on jealous teenage girls.

Monica did physicals, and aced the written tests. All the while dodging increasingly terrible sabotage attempts. She dodged laxatives in her food, snakes in her uniform and itching powder in her pants. When they went to acid in her shampoo, she smiled toothily and had to hold back a cackle.

Evidence. They had to leave her with evidence, the idiots.

She went to the trainer with the common sense and watched everything fall like dominoes.

“Congratulations, Ace,” Cor teased her as he handed over her diploma. “Your scores are the highest for the past decade.”

Monica ducked her head. “Who was the highest before me?” she had to ask. It was her damned curiosity.

“Mine,” he said. “Good job, Crownsguard.”

“Sir,” she saluted.

So fucking proud of the kid, his mind went. Regis, you owe me so much money.

Monica froze for a second.

He had bet on her results! And he didn’t have the decency to split the pay.

She huffed. Well, that was her own damned fault for attuning her listening so much to Cor that she could hear his thoughts through a crowd.

#fanfiction #ffxv #final fantasy XV #monica elshett #cor leonis #friendship #telepathy au

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zootopiathingz · 3 years

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Into the Wilde

Harsh Reality

Another day, another 200 dollars. Despite the whole situation at Jumbeaux's Café, Finnick and I were able to stay on schedule and we sold enough popsicles to feed a whole slice of lemmings—which we did. It's the easiest money we made in a long time.

After selling the sticks to the foremen in Little Rodentia, Finnick and I drive back to an empty alley so we can split the money. I count the dollars as I hand them down to him, and once it's even I pocket my own share of the money, eating one of the leftover popsicles that I have kept for myself. Hey, this business isn't easy work, I deserve a little treat once in a while.

"Way to work that diaper, big guy." I say to Finnick as he takes off the elephant costume. He hops up into his van, saying nothing to me. He must be mad about what I did at the ice cream shop. Only one way to be sure. "Hey, no kiss bye-bye for Daddy?" I tease him.

He spits out the pacifier as he slams the door shut, turning to me with a cold glare. Yep, he's mad. "You kiss me tomorrow, I'll bite your face off!" He warns, starting the van. He puts on a pair of shades and starts blasting his weird hip-hop music. "Ciao." He says more calmly before driving away.

I might have gone too far by making him cranky, but then again I can't recall a time when he's ever been, you know, happy. Well, now that work is done I guess all that's left for me to do is wander the streets for the millionth time.

But as I watch Finnick drive off, I suddenly hear a voice saying something to me. And as I turn my head, I see the bunny from earlier. Only this time she's not quite as friendly. She must've finally gotten wise and realize what really happened at the café.

"Well, I stood up for you, and you lied to me." She says, stomping her foot. "You liar!"

I'm not intimidated by her, if anything her anger is kind of amusing. "It's called a hustle, sweetheart." I say simply. But then I try to act innocent and shift blame to someone else, "And I'm not the liar. He is!" I point in the other direction. The second she looks away, I bolt.

Well, I almost get away with it. But I don't turn the corner fast enough and I can hear her shouting. She catches up to me quickly and walks by my side, but I barely even glance at her. "Alright slick Nick, you're under arrest!"

"Really? For what?" I ask, chewing on what's left of my popsicle. This should be good.

"Gee, I don't know. How about selling food without a permit, transporting undeclared commerce across borough lines, false advertising..." She lists off. Damn, what a shame for her that she wouldn't get to see any excitement today. Does she really think this is my first day on the job?

I pull out the certificate from my pocket and hold it up in front of her face. "Permit," I turn it around, "receipt of declared commerce," I quickly pull it away, stopping in my path as we reach a crosswalk. "And I didn't falsely advertise anything. Take care."

"You told that mouse the popsicle sticks were redwood!" She accuses, pointing her finger at me.

Ah, she heard that. Well, it's still not false advertising, 'cause I wasn't wrong. I hand her my finished popsicle stick, "That's right. Red wood. With a space in the middle. Wood that is red."

The crosswalk light changes and I make my way across, yet she still follows me. I'm not sure why the conversation has to go on, but if that's how it has to be. "You can't touch me, Carrots. I've been doing this since I was born." I say to her, ignoring the group of wildebeest that's crossing the street as well.

"You're gonna wanna refrain from calling me 'Carrots'." The bunny says threateningly.

"My bad, I just naturally assumed you came from some little carrot-choked Podunk, no?" I look back at her, seeing she struggles to get through the wildebeest. I almost laugh, but she makes it out before it can become entertaining.

She catches back up to me as we reach the other side of the street. "Uh, no. Podunk is in Deerbrooke County and I grew up in Bunnyburrow." She says, weirdly proud of that. If she's still trying to be intimidating, it's not working.

I was right before, she's not from here, which explains a lot. And I guess she has yet to face disappointment. Well Carrots, prepare to have your mind blown.

"Okay, tell me if this story sounds familiar." I begin, snatching a few blueberries from a food stand. I'm pretty sure the bunny sees it, but I could care less. Stealing a couple berries isn't what's going to put me in jail. "Naive little hick with good grades and big ideas decides, 'Hey, look at me, I'm gonna move to Zootopia, where predators and prey live in harmony and sing Kumbaya'! Only to find—whoopsie," I turn around to look at her, still walking down the sidewalk. "We don't all get along. And that dream of becoming a big city cop? Double whoopsie! She's a meter maid."

I turn back around, but I catch a glimpse of her reaction. I must be right about this. I knew it.

"And whoopsie number three-sie, no one cares about her or her dreams. And soon enough those dreams die, and our bunny sinks into emotional and literal squalor, living in a box under a bridge. 'Til finally she has no choice but to go back home with that cute fuzzy-wuzzy little tail between her legs to become..." I pause, looking back at her once again. "You're from Bunnyburrow, is that what you said? So how about a carrot farmer?" I suggest, walking out from the little corner I didn't realize we walked into. "That sound about right?"

The bunny says nothing at first, but I know she's still trying to follow me. I hear her scramble around on the ground, avoiding being trampled by a bypassing rhino. "Be careful now," I warn her from a distance, "Or it won't just be your dreams getting crushed."

"Hey, hey!" She exclaims, running over to walk in front of me. "No one tells me what I can or can't be!" She declares, stopping in our path. It seems she doesn't realize there's wet cement under her. "Especially not some jerk who never had the guts to try to be anything more than a popsicle hustler!"

Eh, it's a lame comeback, but good effort. I bend down to her height so I can face her properly, giving her a smirk. "Alright look, everyone comes to Zootopia thinking they can be anything they want. Well, ya can't. You can only be what you are." I stand back up, gesturing between the two of us, "Sly fox, dumb bunny."

She glares at me, "I am not a dumb bunny."

The cement she's standing finally becomes noticeable, as now she sinks into it without even knowing—which just further proves my point.

"Right." I say, surprised she hasn't realized it yet. "And that's not wet cement."

She looks down in shock, and she's up to her knees in it by now. She tries to break loose, and it's hard not to laugh. But to be honest, I hardly laugh out loud at anything. It's more of an internal thing for me.

"You'll never be a real cop." I say as I walk passed the construction site. "You're a cute meter maid, though! Maybe a supervisor one day!" I look back at her one last time, turning behind a parked car, "Hang in there!"

Yes, I know it's a bit harsh. But she's going to find out eventually. This city crushes free-spirits like her, and I would know. I've seen it time and time again. It's not fair, but what about life is? Anyway, I had to give it to her straight. Sugarcoating doesn't do any good, and if she wants to be a city cop then she's going to have to face the music.

Besides, it's better she hears it from a stranger like me rather than someone who's opinion matters to her. And it's not like I'll ever have to see her again.

She is pretty cute, though. Too bad she's not my type.

#zootopia #nick wilde #judy hopps #finnick zootopia #wildehopps #zootropolis #zootopia fanfiction #fanfic

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yuvon-augold79 · 3 years

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Hey dear!!💙❤️

❓( I'll give it back to you😉)

😞

Lots of hugs💕

Hiya <3

❓: Phil's case/proving innocence

Well, it's gonna be sort of hard to prove Phil's innocence if we don't even know which crime we're proving him innocent of XD

All we know is that he was arrested because he was connected to Michael Hanson. But why is being connected to Michael enough to get arrested? Do they think Phil is an accomplice of Michael's? Do they think Michael is the MWAF? Do they think Phil is the MWAF? Do they have proof?

All in all, I think recent events will help Phil get free, but not be enough on their own.

😞: Who is Mwaf gonna attack first?

Once episode nine starts... hard to say. However, Dan is almost certainly out of the hospital by now, given that he's uploaded photos to his profile of him outside, and he was in a nasty car crash and is probably still a bit injured, even if he's recovering.

In other words? Dan might just be easy pickings right about now.

I mean, that's what predators like wolves do. They look for the slowest, oldest, weakest, sickest, and most injured of the herd, and they go for the easy ones to bring down first.

No guarantees, of course. It could be any one of them. But if I were the MWAF, I'd start by taking out Dan, since he's temporarily weakened but could become a serious threat if he recovers.

Have a good one too :)

#ameliabluebell #duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #duskwood phil #duskwood mwaf #duskwood dan #duskwood theories #ask game

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breanime · 4 years

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Helpess (Part Ten)

So this is the end... The last and final part of Helpless. You can read (or re-read) the whole series here.

*banner by @starkrobb, who I can’t thank enough for this badass creation!*

“That’s them,” Micro reported, gesturing to the screen of his laptop, “Coming in hot.”

You, Billy, Frank, Madani, and Micro stood in a small circle, looking down at the laptop. You watched a black car turn down the road, and you could tell, just from the short clip, that Joe wasn’t behind the wheel.

Which meant he was riding shot gun to Rawlins… Interesting.

“We have to call for backup,” Madani said, “I’m not asking, Castle—”

“Do what you gotta do, Madani,” Frank’s eyes never left the screen, “Call ‘em, don’t call ‘em… by the time they get here; it’ll be over.” He looked over at her, and when you caught his eye, you could only see The Punisher. “This man destroyed my life,” he said, “He doesn’t get to walk away. Bill, you know your position.” And with that, he walked off, a slight limp in his walk.

You glanced over at Billy, your heart skipping a beat just by looking at him, the last three words he said to you still ringing in your ear. I love you. “Position?” You asked.

“Rooftop,” Billy answered, bending down to grab a random sniper rifle that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He took a step, then stopped. “C’mon.”

“What?” You asked.

“You’re coming with me,” he said, grabbing a bag of ammo, “I need you to stay by my side.”

Your heart jumped, and you followed him eagerly. Billy took you up through the attic to the roof, and you watched as he set up shop.

“I need you to stay down,” he said, not looking up from his task, “And listen to me—for real this time.” He glanced back at you. “Can you do that?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Sure. Probably.”

Billy groaned, dropping his head, and you giggled. “You’re gonna be the death of me…” He muttered. He looked back up at you, his eyes surprisingly soft. “C’mere.”

You approached him carefully, like a small animal approaching a predator. Billy reached out and pulled you to him, and you closed your eyes, calmed and comforted by his touch. This man had been a stranger, and then a lover, then a memory, and now he was with you, holding you…

…loving you.

You looked up at him, and Billy’s eyes were two black pools that you were ready to drown in. He met you halfway, leaning down as you leaned up, and pressed his lips against yours. “Promise me,” he said, his mouth still on yours, “that you’ll stay with me.”

You nodded. “I promise.” And you meant it.

Billy had you a few yards behind him, crouched in the back under a small awning. You stared at his back; he hadn’t moved in a long while, his eagle eyes trained on the road ahead. You clutched the straps of your bulletproof vest—the one Billy had insisted you wear—as you watched him. In that moment, you could see how he made such a superb soldier. He was completely focused on the mission, and yet, you knew he was also very aware of what was behind him—you, and below him—Frank and the others. You could see, from the set of his shoulders, that Billy was poised for action, ready for action. And damn…

…it was kinda hot.

You bit your lip, willing your libido to take a freaking chill pill, when you heard the sound of tires in the distance. You sat up, on edge, but Billy didn’t budge—he’d heard it long before you did.

“ETA: thirty seconds,” Billy said into his earpiece, talking to Frank, “Time to end this, brother.”

Even though you knew it was coming, you still flinched when Billy shot out the tires. You couldn’t see what was going on below, Billy had you too far to see properly, but you heard answering gunfire. Billy didn’t seem concerned, though, as he continued to shoot down at the car. You heard tires screech, and then the unmistakable sound of a crash, and you knew Billy had taken the car down. He was switching rifles now, his movements fluid and quick, and you heard Frank’s guttural yells below you. Someone was getting their ass beat—

—and you would bet that someone wasn’t Frank.

Still, you couldn’t help but flinch with each sound of fists hitting flesh, and you knew Frank was taking his fair share of hits. You could tell because of the tension in Billy’s shoulders.

“Is Frank…?” You called out, afraid to finish your sentence.

“He’s got this,” Billy answered without turning around, “This is his fight.”

You closed your eyes, trying to focus in on the sounds below you. You could hear Rawlins yelling, calling Frank and Billy grunts, going on and on about how he made the calls, and they followed the calls, how they were nothing without him. Frank was breathing heavily; he didn’t sound good.

“Billy…” You said, staring at his back.

Billy grunted, put down his gun, and picked up a knife. He stood up, exposing himself, and threw the knife.

You heard Rawlins’ scream, and then you heard Frank’s answering shout, and then it was just the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and grunting, and screaming…

Then silence.

Billy grabbed the ammo bag and draped it over his shoulder, turning to you. “It’s done,” he said, walking over and putting a hand out.

You took his hand, letting him help you up. “Frank?”

Billy gave you a wry smile. “He’ll live.”

“And Rawlins? Joe?” You asked.

Billy shook his head. “Rawlins was alone. Yakavetta’s in the wind.” He watched you deflate, and he put a hand, warm and firm, on your face. “Madani’s probably called her back-up by now,” he said, “I bet she can track him. Come on.”

You and Billy retrieved Frank—he was bloody as hell, half out of it, but he was alive, just like Billy said. You dragged him back into the safehouse and laid him in the back of the van so that Micro could see to him.

“You got eyes on Yakavetta?” Billy asked Madani as he stood over Frank.

“My guys are on their way,” she said, clearly pissed at the way the day had gone, “They’re going to arrest him, Russo, and probably you and Castle, too if—”

“I’m taking your GPS,” Billy said to Micro, ignoring Madani. He swiped the GPS, typing in what you assumed were coordinates.

“He’s on the run,” Micro said as he taped Frank back together, “I’ve got him, but he’s moving, and moving fast. Looks like he’s got a couple of security with him, too. Last I checked, he was covered by at least five cars.” He looked up at you and Billy then, his hands wet with Frank’s blood. “With the way she drives,” he said, “I bet you can catch him.”

“Y/N, no,” Madani started, taking three steps towards you.

You turned to Billy, and he was staring at you, those dark eyes fixated on you and you only.

“I’m going,” you said, “and I want you to come with me.”

“What? Are you out of your mind?” Madani asked. “I am telling you—you cannot do this! If you go after Yakavetta, you are breaking the law.”

“I’m with you,” Billy said, still ignoring the agent.

“Y/N, Russo, I am telling you—” Madani started.

“Stay with Frank,” Billy told Micro, “We’ll be back.” He glared over at Madani. “If you want to arrest us, Agent, you can try.” His hand went to his waist, hovering near his gun. “I want you to try.”

Madani glared back at him, but she stepped back nonetheless.

“Let’s go,” you said, grabbing the keys, “I’ll drive; you shoot.”

Billy grinned.

You had always felt a sense of control when you were behind the wheel, but now, with Billy beside you as you chased down the man who ruined your life—you had a strange sense of calm come over you. You were calm when you neared the target, calm when Billy leaned out of the window and pointed his gun out, his aim impeccable. You were calm when he shot out the tires of the first car, calm when you watched it veer off and hit the divider, the screech of metal almost as loud as the roar of the engine.

“Get closer,” Billy said, hanging out of the window.

You hit the gas, biting your lip as you maneuvered the car closer. They were shooting now, but you weren’t worried—you had the best marksman in the world at your side, as far as you were concerned, they were welcome to try to take you down. You knew Billy wouldn’t let that happen.

The two of you worked in tandem, Billy shooting the men while you drove. You had never, in all of your time working on heists, with crews, with different types and groups of people, felt so connected with another person like this. It was so natural, so easy, to do this with Billy at your side. With him, you felt safe and supported, you felt strong and confident. With Billy, you felt anything but helpless.

Before long, you and Billy had mowed down all the cars but one: Joseph Yakavetta.

“I got a shot at the guard,” Billy said, “Once I shoot, I want you to drive Yakavetta off the road.”

You gripped the wheel, your heart pounding. “On it.”

Billy looked over at you, a grin on his face. His hair was blowing in the wind, and he had blood on his face, but man… you had never seen a more beautiful man in your life.

As soon as the shot landed, you turned the wheel, slamming your car against Yakavetta’s. The sound of metal scrapping against metal filled the air, and you pressed down on the brakes, teeth gritting as you tried to keep control. Yakavetta’s car bumped against yours, and you knew he was trying to push you off the road—but not if you did it first.

“Hang on,” you said between your teeth You glanced over at Billy—

—he was staring at you like you hung the sun, dirt and blood on your face as you practically broke your own jaw as you tried to run a man (Yakavetta, but still) off of the road.

Maybe this was love.

You turned the wheel, using your back tires to your advantage, and gasped when Yakavetta’s car slid off of the road. You looked back at Billy, your eyes wide and heart pounding. You swallowed, slowing the car down. “This is it… I love you.”

When you stopped the car, Billy got out first, securing the scene. His gun was out, and you watched as he leaned towards Joe’s car. He said something, but you couldn’t hear him. You watched as Yakavetta got out, holding his arm and limping. Billy forced him to his knees before checking him for weapons. Billy made him toss a gun, and when he was satisfied, he looked to you and gestured you forward with a turn of his head.

Joe laughed when he saw you, a broken, gargled sound, but a laugh nonetheless. “Y/N,” he croaked, “My little girl…”

“Don’t,” you said, tears stinging in your eyes, “just… don’t. I’m not your ‘little girl’, I’m not your daughter… I’m the woman who’s going to kill you.”

“Kill me?” He laughed again. “Weren’t you working with the Feds? Witness protection? Last I checked, Homeland Security doesn’t sanction murder.”

“That’s why me and Homeland didn’t work out,” you said back easily, “Difference of opinion.”

He licked his lips, looking from you, to Billy, and back again. “You know, the last time we spoke, things… Things had gotten a little out of hand.”

“You mean when you killed Ronnie? And Jamal?” You asked.

He looked down at his hands. “That…” He looked back up at you, the man who you used to think was the most powerful force in the world, on his knees in front of you. “… That was never my intention,” he said, “Jamal was one of us. And Ronnie… He was my son—”

“Fuck you, Joe,” you said, your face twisting in disgust, “You never cared about Ronnie, or Jamal, or any of us.” You held out a hand, eyes still focused on your adopted father. “Gun.”

Billy placed a gun in your hand, the Santa Claus of deadly weapons.

“You—you’re really going to kill me?” Joe asked. “After everything I’ve done for you? I took you in as my own, put a roof over your head, taught you how to provide for yourself—”

“You made me your puppet,” you said, the gun heavy in your hand, “You killed my friend, and my brother…” You blinked back tears. “Who knows what you’ve done to Khalil and the others…”

“You know damn well what I’ve done,” Joe snapped back, “I took a bunch of worthless, unwanted kids and turned them into something. You, Ronnie, Khalil—you were nothing before me! I made you!”

“I hate you,” you said, and you let the first tear fall, “I’ve always hated you… and now…” You looked over at Billy, your inconstant constant. “…I don’t think I can do this.” You heard Joe exhale, but you ignored him. “I want to,” you told Billy, “I want to so bad, but…” You looked down at your hands; they were shaking. “But I can’t.”

“Okay,” Billy reached over and took the gun, tucking it in his pants, “That’s okay… We can call Madani, let her arrest him.”

“Yes,” Joe said, grinning from his spot in the dirt, “yes, do that—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy said, raising the gun.

Joe shut the fuck up.

“No,” you said, turning to Billy, “Billy, I can’t do this. I don’t know why, but I can’t… But…”

He smiled, and you felt yourself relax. “But I can,” he finished for you.

You turned to Joe, willing yourself to be strong—to watch this happen. His eyes were wide, wider than you’d ever seen them, and you could see the fear in them. He opened his mouth, still thinking he had a chance, that he had any semblance of control—

—and Billy shot him right between the eyes.

Billy drove on the way back, one hand on the wheel, and the other holding yours. He’d mentioned something about picking up Frank (“and his little geek friend”) and seeing what exactly Madani was prepared to do now that she had a triple homicide on her hands, but beyond that, the ride was silent.

“Did you mean it,” you asked, your voice low, “what you said earlier…?”

“When I told you, I loved you?” He said, eyes on the road. “I meant it.” He glanced down at you. “Did you?”

You nodded, your hand flexing in his. “Yeah,” you said back, “I meant it.” You smiled over at him, and Billy smiled back. “So,” you grinned, “what now?”

*Six Months Later*

You’d never thought you would be able to say it, but…

You loved your job. Your legal, non-life-threatening job. But it was true—you loved it.

“Y/N,” Khalil poked his head into your office, “we got another order on a Mercedes… We got some room in the garage still…”

“Yeah, let’s take it,” you said, leaning back in your chair, “But once you put the order in, go ahead and head out,” you told him, “I want you to get at least an hour of studying in tonight.”

Khalil laughed. “Aw, c’mon, you know I’m gonna ace the exam.”

You smiled; hiring Khalil had been one of the first things you’d done after Yakavetta’s inheritance came through. As Joe’s next of kin, you were given his estate and all of his funds. Madani vouched for you to Homeland—a move that you still couldn’t wrap your head around—and your record was expunged. She was also able to pay you for the time you served under witness protection, too. And then you opened the garage. Khalil was your first, and most exuberant, hire. He worked hard, was willing to learn, and his work here kept him out of the streets. Your smile widened as you looked at him, the logo on his shirt pristine, even though he’d been working mort of the day: Ronnie’s Garage. “Get busy,” you said, shaking your head.

Khalil gave you a salute before he bounced away, but he was back a second later. “Mr. Russo’s here to see you, boss,” he reported.

You bit your lip. “Thanks, Khalil.” You stood up and went out to the lobby. Billy was there with two of his men, one on each side of him. He was dressed in one of his fancy suits, his hands in his pockets, and when he saw you, he smiled.

“Mr. Russo,” you said brightly, “You’re early.”

“Our client’s situation changed,” he answered smoothly, “I was hoping we could expediate our order…”

“Of course,” you smiled, “Anything for Anvil.” You turned to Khalil, who was watching you closely, always taking mental notes on how you ran things, “Can you grab the keys for the Russo order, please?”

“Yup!” Khalil turned, jogging to the back.

“They’re already ready?” Billy asked.

You grinned. “That’s how we do things at Ronnie’s.”

He nodded, turning to his men. “You got three hours to get to the location,” he said, all business, “Bring the target in alive.”

“Yes, sir,” they both said together. Khalil came back and handed them the keys, and they scurried off, eager to get to work.

“You, uh… You still got that Rolls Royce, Mr. Russo?” Khalil asked shyly.

“Billy. And yeah,” Billy said back, that smile back on his face.

“Khalil, homework,” you said, waving him off.

“Alright, alright… See ya next week, Y/N. Nice to see you again, Mr. Ru—Billy,” Khalil said before running off.

“Nice kid,” Billy said, watching the door close behind him.

“Mm…” You bit your lip as Billy turned, his long legs bringing him to you quickly, his movements as liquid as always. He put a hand on your hip and pulled you close, his other hand going to cup your face.

“What?” He asked.

“An unannounced expediated order?” You said drily. “Seriously, man?”

“I needed to see you,” Billy grinned, leaning down to kiss you, “Thought this was the easiest way to get your attention.”

“Easier than a text?” You laughed. “You’re lucky I already had your order filled, man.”

“I knew you would,” he said back, “Ask me how I knew.”

“How did you know, Billy?”

“I knew,” he kissed you again, “because you work too much.”

“Well isn’t that the crow calling the raven black!” You said back, pushing at his shoulders.

“Is that a Game of Thrones reference?”

“Course it is,” you took his hand, “We need to finish it tonight when we get home.”

“Mm,” his hand went down to your ass, “I had plans for tonight…”

“Ah,” you nodded, “hence the very important expediated ‘mission’.”

“Perks of bein’ the boss,” he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours, “but you know that…”

You sighed, melting into Billy’s touch like you always did. “I just got another car in…” You said, leaning your head back so Billy could have access to your neck.

“It’ll still be here after the weekend,” he said into your neck, his lips warm on your skin.

“Don’t you have some kind of mission to oversee?”

“I can do that from home,” he said back, “from bed…”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around Billy. “You make a convincing argument…”

“I know,” he grinned down at you, “And all you have to do is say yes.”

You laughed—of course you were going to say yes.

You were always helpless when it came to Billy.

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