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piratesfromspace · 9 months

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Plaything (141xReader)

Pairing: (implied) Reader x Ghost x Soap x Price x Gaz Rated: Mature Word count: 2.7k Summary: Rain and Soap have been kidnapped. Note: In the same universe as my "Rain or Shine" fic, I recommend you read part 3 to understand this chapter. Reader callsign is "Rain", she's bi and autistic (I am autistic myself).

Content: angst, hurt/comfort, kidnapping, implied torture, threat of sexual assault, overall canon typical violence, but with a happy ending (kinda)

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // <> // PART 5

Soap hears her before he can see her - Don’t touch me she screams, and the fury in her tone has his heart racing. They drag her into the room where he is detained. His hands tightly bound behind his back and to the metal chair he sits on. The zip ties are cutting into his skin, the metal too hard and cold under his thighs. No chance to rip them off discreetly with all those men watching him. But he stops caring about his own discomfort the second she appears.

Despite the heavy tac gear on her body, she looks cruelly small against the giant holding her. Her hair is in her face, and there is a smear of blood on her cheek, but she’s trashing and screaming with so much vigor John is somewhat relieved. She’s alive and kicking .

“My oh my, what do we have here, mmh? That’s an interesting new addition to your squad MacTavish.” The man next to the giant croons. “She wasn’t there the last time we met. Or maybe you’ve been hiding her all along?” He walks slowly, towering over Rain. “Wouldn’t blame you, such a pretty thing, you have to be careful who you show it to...” he taunts.

Soap knows him - codename Zeus, what a pretentious asshole - he’s the head of this mercenary unit they had to team up with once. But since they sell their fire power to the highest bidder, don’t really have any allegiance, it was only a matter of time before they met again in a less friendly situation. They had rat him out of the safehouse he was sharing with Rain. No clue how they got the intel. Or why they captured him. He had prayed Rain would be able to escape, but it appears she was caught as well. Soap just really hopes the rest of the squad will figure something out, and quickly.

“So what is she?” Zeus goes on, evil mirth in his voice.

“Sniper?” one of the other rogue soldiers tries. Zeus laughs.

“Nah. She had fucking glasses on when we caught her.” He looks at Johnny with a smirk, then at her. “Maybe you’re their nurse? Oh wait I know, you’re their cook, right?” he asks, feigning honesty, and his men chuckle. Soap wants to kill them all, break their teeth and stop them from laughing ever again.

Zeus extends his hand, catches Rain’s chin between his gloved fingers, forces her head up. “Or maybe you’re their plaything? The squad little whore?” Rain’s eyes widen in anger and shock, she snaps her head to the side trying to escape her captor’s grip.

The words of Zeus awaken Soap’s memory. Invoke flashes of what happened in Siberia. Unexpected guilt settles in his guts with an icy feeling. “Plaything” - she wasn’t their plaything , she was the one initiating whatever it was , she was more than willing. They only wanted to make her feel good.

Johnny doesn’t understand why he suddenly feels guilty because of this. The implications of what Zeus is suggesting - he hates them, they’re nonsensical, but still he feels attacked even if it's ridiculous. He can only imagine what it does to Rain’s spirit.

“Or maybe you’re their plaything? The squad little whore?”The words of their captor echoes in her head. How does he know? It’s not rational but for a split second she panics. She panics because maybe - maybe - there is the tiniest chance someone knows? Someone else beside the 141? It makes absolutely no sense, and she should not care at all, but since the second she’s been captured, she feels her mind unraveling.

She tries her best to keep it together - damn it , she followed the freaking training, she’s supposed to know what to do, she’s supposed to have her emotions in check. Truth is no training can prepare you for the feeling of helplessness slithering along every inch of her body, seizing her lungs, filling her throat full with a cloying fear.

Zeus and his men are hitting low, she’s easy target. Pointing at her womanhood and making it demeaning, citing all the adjacent prejudices they can think of. No better than stupid mean boys from high school. It should not dig at her confidence like this. She knows her skills, out of and on the battlefield. She knows her team respects that - respects her . Loves her, even. But still, she doesn’t feel so well, it’s too much happening too fast. Bile rises behind her teeth.

“Am I hitting a sore spot, sweetheart ?” Zeus laughs at her, forcefully cups her check, in a mockery of care. He turns to Soap “I guess we’ll find a way to have fun with her, me and my men, one way or another…”, He clicks his tongue, rests his hand on the handle of the knife attached to his belt, the threat blatant, “Don’t worry, you’ll watch before it’s your turn.” he snarls. Johnny grits his teeth, holds his tongue because he’s afraid anything he would say would be faced with some sort of retaliation on Rain.

Zeus is not done. “Oh, one last thing. I just want to make it very clear for the both of you - I already got the intel I need. But my client wants you dead, so why not have a little fun while we’re at it? Well, I mean they want MacTavish dead.” Zeus goes back in front of Rain, “Sorry darling, you’re not quite famous enough for people to actually care about you.”

She spits in his face and he laughs it off.

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Ghost is the first to go in. He had rushed through the stairs of the decrepit building, stopping only a couple of seconds at every floor to make sure the way was clear before climbing up again. He doesn’t want to think about what he’s going to find. He only focuses on taking down any hostile as discreetly as possible. He doesn’t even want them to suffer, he has no will to torture - he just want them to be gone . Bones turned to ashes. Cleaned from the surface of this earth. He looks at their faces just long enough to forget them after.

Since the news of their capture, he feels numb. Immune to any kind of emotions - dissociated - mind split into so many shards he wonders if it will ever heal. It’s not the first time one of them - of the 141 - has been captured. Not the first time he has to lead a rescue mission. But it’s her. And Johnny. And he knew this would happen - he knew it.

The scars on his back are itchy, like the wounds were about to open again, as if time just decided to go backwards. The trauma of his own capture had been kept locked away very efficiently, Simon had tucked it into some layers at the root of his mind, pressed there between his will to live and his dedication to duty, a prison of steel where it was supposed to be forgotten forever.

Until Soap’s frantic voice had crackled through the comm - We been hit… is compromised… - and then the silence. Price had looked at him, surprise and something that must have been akin to fear in his eyes. Since then, Simon can feel it, the anxiety feeding on the ugly things he has repressed for years, gnawing at the base of his skull, ready to burst free. And along with it, blooms the guilt of failing to protect them from the worst that can happen to a soldier - to anyone .

When he kills the first guard, he doesn’t bother to look at his face, but as he goes through the long corridors, sniping down each enemy, something clicks. He knows most of them. They’re mercenaries. When his knife slices the throat of another one, he can read in his eyes the terrible recognition and he’s pretty sure he can hear him croak “Ghost?” against his gloved palm before life leaves him.

Price, Gaz and him clear the rooms with brutal efficiency, and by the point they reach the end of the floor, they don’t bother with discretion anymore. They find a pile of discarded boots (two big ones, and two smaller) and belts and gears. Soap and Rain’s stuff. They are kept here, it’s a certainty now. So they kill and kill - sink bullets in old allies - terminating even the injured despite their begging. Ghost is bashing open every door he can see, leaving the last mercenaries to his teammates, until he finds it - the cell.

He fires at the lock, kicks the door and goes in, handgun first. He scans the room in a second. Clear . And it’s like everything explodes inside him. The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder and fresh blood and revenge. Here they are, Soap and Rain. Soap is tied to a chair in the middle of the room, head lolling against his chest. His face is a mess of red, blood covering dark bruises, like stones at the bottom of a crimson pond. His clothes look soaked, his bare feet are also bloodied.

Rain is sitting on the floor, hands bound behind her back, curled against the leg of McTavish. She might be comforting herself as much as she’s trying to comfort her Sergeant. She’s down to the tight black shorts she wears underneath her cargo pants, her T-shirt is half-torned at the collar, hanging loosely on her shoulders. Blue and black patches are dotted on her upper arms, on her naked legs, but she looks in way better shape than Soap.

“Simon” she whispers. And he realizes he’s been standing there in shock for a couple seconds. She turns her face to him, and there is a smear of vermilion on her cheek, where it was pressed against Soap’s thigh. Her eyes are a little wild, the white veined in reddish streaks - she must have cried. “Simon” she says again, like she can’t quite believe he’s real.

Ghost snaps open the zip ties, and as soon as she’s free, she turns to Soap, holds his face in her small hands. “Johnny, Johnny, they’re here - you’ll be ok - Fuck, Johnny, please look at me…” she begs, while Simon frees him as well. Price and Gaz are at the doorstep, taking in the scene before them. Ghost is holding Rain with one arm, trying to prevent Soap from falling on the ground with the other - and she’s frantic, she repeats his name, tries to wake him up from his lethargic state. Simon tries to reassure her - Rain, let me take care of him. Rain. Rain, stop.

But she can’t, she’s spiraling and she starts crying again. It feeds Simon’s own anxiety, he’s been helpless in protecting them, and even now he doesn’t know what to do. He presses her against him, hopes it will calm her down but it’s useless. Until her name - her true name - echoes in the room. Price’s voice is firm, devoid of any blame but commanding nonetheless. Ghost feels Rain stiffen immediately in his arms, her body reacting on instinct to her Captain’s order.

Price gets her out of Simon’s grip, gently pulling her out of the way so he can take care of Soap. Are you hurt? Can you walk? She doesn’t answer, she’s shaking, from the cold and the shock of it all. Price scans her body, cataloging every bruise, the blood on her face, on her palms - not hers though. Soap’s…

“It’s bad Captain” Gaz whispers, eyes to the side, looking at Simon’s hauling Johnny in his arms. “We need to go. Now.” Price nods, gaze locked on Rain.

“Requesting evac. 6 minutes. They’re alive but … keep the medic on board.” Gaz’s radio crackled with a stern copy . They climbed on the roof to rendez-vous with the chopper. Rain insisted on retrieving some of her gear, she had put on her boots and holster, and had proceeded to unsheath her knife. Price had tried to argue she didn’t need to, she was safe now - but she wouldn’t listen. She made her way with the rest of them, in her shorts and torn shirt, holding her blade so tight her knuckles were white under the crimson of Soap’s blood clinging to her skin. She looked straight out of those dumb horror movies Soap likes to watch on leave. Bloodied and beaten and with tears on her cheeks, and yet still holding a knife ready to do whatever it takes to stay alive.

Her head was too light and too heavy at the same time, her legs felt like cotton, she could barely hear anything above the deafening sound of her thumping heart. The last of her adrenaline was keeping her standing, but the second she got up into the chopper, she crashed. Price had to carefully pry the knife from her hands, strap her down to her seat, fix the headset on her ears, because her fingers were shaking too much.

On the other side of the heli, the medic was bunched over Johnny’s form, Ghost by his side. He turned back suddenly, back to her. The skull mask is streaked red, the white paint on his chin also. With the lack of light in the hull, she can’t see his eyes, just two holes of dark void. Anyone else would be terrified of him when he looks like this. Like some deranged creature that’s barely human, all bones and no flesh. But she spots the slight way his shoulders just drop, like he’s releasing a breath at her sight. Unconsciously, she mimics him, tries to even her breathing, tries to slow the angry roar of her blood.

“‘Am fine” she states, voice flat, when Price clicks his mic open, before he even asks anything. “Just bruises. No internal bleeding. No concussion.”

“Just let the medic check on you after.” Her captain insists.

“I have none of the symptoms.” She concludes and Price knows not to argue, because she started learning military medicine a few months ago and the new medic on base genuinely thought she was a colleague when she efficiently treated the open fracture of some rookie. Her ability to pick up new knowledge frightens him a bit sometimes.

“I am fine.” she repeats mechanically. “I’m not the one injured.” she adds so low Price wouldn’t have heard it if it wasn’t for her mic. He picks up the underlying guilt in her statement immediately.

“You stop this right now - Rain - Rain, listen to me. I’m fucking serious. It wasn’t your fault.” There is a tinge of despair behind the controlled anger in his voice. First time he sounds like this. It unsettles her.

“You don’t understand, Johnny, he- he said stupid things so they would stop what they were- they tried to attack me-but…he…” She’s getting breathless, words stuck in her throat, hurting like she had been fed burning coal. Her voice not as monotonous as before, wavy and unsure. “He sacrificed himself.” and with that she starts to cry again.

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She’s asleep when Ghost joins her. The only reason she was able to close her eyes was the couple of sleeping pills and painkillers the medic slipped in Price’s hand before gesturing at her in a silent order. Her head had been spinning the whole time she shed her clothes and sat under the shower spray. From the medication and the exhaustion - Price had stayed to make sure she was alright. But at least she fell on her mattress and went unconscious the minute after.

Simon curls around her, squeezes her body against his, the warmth of her skin a blessing he wasn’t sure he would be able to know again. She moves in her sleep, sinks against his chest even further. Fuck . His heart misses a beat when he thinks about the fact she might have been gone. Forever. Her and Johnny, they both might have. He had spent the last hours mulling over his fear in the back of the room where the medic was trying his best to patch up Soap.

Now all he wanted was for her to forget, for her to not have to go through what he had lived after his own capture. He stays there, strong arms around her waist, his discarded mask still covered in blood on the nightstand - an artifact powerful enough to repel the demons in her nightmares.

NEXT PART

#ghost x reader #price x reader #cod fanfiction #ghost x reader x soap #soap x reader #soap x ghost #ghost fanfiction #bisexual reader #fem reader #mw2 fanfic #ghost x you #soap x you #141 x reader #141 fanfic #task force 141

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thieves-in-the-palace · 1 year

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Did some research on the new Personas! Here they are alongside their respective characters.

Notable details:

Instead of codenames, these characters have shortened forms of their actual names.

All three Personas seem to deviate from the “trickster” theme of P5, instead returning to the general “Greek mythological figure” theme seen in previous Persona games.

SEIJI & LEUCOTHEA (rendered 琉科忒亚)

Of the stories regarding Leucothea’s identity, the most prominent relates that she was once Ino, the human queen of Athamas. Ino chose to take in and care for Dionysus, as he was the son of her sister (Semele) and Zeus. Naturally, this angered Hera.

Depending on which source you read, Hera either struck Ino herself or Ino’s husband (King Athamas) with madness. In the latter version, King Athamas is described as flying into a rage and killing the young Learchus, one of Ino’s two sons. Ino proceeded to pick up Melicertes, her other son, and ran for her life, being chased by her husband to a cliff. In both versions, Ino threw herself and Melicertes into the sea. The gods took pity on them, turning Ino into the sea goddess Leucothea and Melicertes into the sea god Palaemon.

Design notes:

Though it’s unclear why Leucothea has a heavily bird-themed design, it may have something to do with Byssa, a woman who was turned into a bird for refusing to worship Artemis, Athena, and Hermes; the Byssa bird is considered sacred to Leucothea. It may also have something to do with The Cantos by Ezra Pound, in which Leucothea is depicted as a seagull.

Despite being consistently referred to as a feminine entity in mythology, this Leucothea has been given a distinctly masculine appearance.

Leucothea’s in-game model is shown dual-wielding rapiers; it’s unclear why this is not included in the official art.

MONT & TERPSICHORE (rendered 忒耳普西科瑞)

Terpsichore is one of the nine Olympian Muses, specifically presiding over dance and (Greek) chorus. She is regarded as the mother of Sirens, and some accounts posit that she is the mother of the Thracian kings Biston and Rhesus.

Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be much mythology surrounding her…

Design notes:

Though not quite visible here, Terpsichore’s design includes ice skates. This, along with her overall “winter clothing” look, is likely due to Mont’s apparent proficiency in ice skating.

The large feather in Terpsichore’s hat may be in reference to her relation to Sirens.

YUKI & STYX (rendered 斯提克斯)

Styx is the goddess of the river Styx, which divides the lands of the living and the dead in Greek myth. In many accounts, the water of the Styx is capable of granting invulnerability to any who bathe in it – one popular example of this is Achilles, whose mother dunked him in the river by the ankle when he was a child.

As Styx sided with Zeus and the other gods during the Titanomachy, Zeus declared that all binding oaths must be sworn on her, and that these oaths absolutely cannot be broken. Of note, Zeus later swore on the river Styx to grant his lover Semele whatever she wanted, which would directly lead to her death…with their newborn child Dionysus then being taken in by Semele’s sister, Ino. Other surviving examples of oaths sworn carelessly on the Styx result in similarly grim outcomes.

Design notes:

Styx’s purple-and-black half-skirt seems to intentionally mimic Yuki’s purple-and-black cape.

Styx’s overall design bears a passing resemblance to that of Persephone, a recurring demon in the SMT universe. IIRC, the last time Persephone appeared in the Persona series was in Persona 2: Innocent Sin.

(This is just my personal opinion, but it kinda feels like she leans more into the pseudo-robotic vibes of the initial/ultimate P2 Personas?)

Styx’s in-game model is shown with a black chain connecting her wrists; it’s unclear why this is not included in the official art.

#p5x #persona 5 x #persona 5 the phantom x #p5x seiji #p5x mont #p5x yuki #leucothea #terpsichore #styx #Kidd speaking #not aesthetic

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lilac-den · 1 year

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How would the ro's react to this scenario:

Let's say the team has to meet the mc for some kind of mission and when they arrive in the meeting place they find mc and some people knocked out and find out they tried to ambush mc but the mc made short work with them in five minutes. (Let's be honest in the world is like canon lore that hackers are weak)

(Normally, that'd be the case - but Depends on what the hackers' lifestyles have been like XD For the MC, if they're more combative, they have been training for a good while and they can handle it quite well. If they're not that combat-oriented, they rely on other stats to be able to handle it and have some self-defence lessons from certain teachers. Something like sleep darts with their toxicology and medical knowledge; gadgets with their tech knowledge and getting some to turn one another with their psychology and get that opportune moment to strike in case the opponents remember their objective.)

Zeus: They have read your file and knew you to be quite a formidable ally and foe. But it does impress them that you took a short time to knock down so many. "Perhaps both of us can spar and test our might against one another."

The next day, Dionysus will comment on how your training regime with Zeus is going to be interesting...while gesturing to the one large file left on the coffee table of the base that reads [Codename] Training Set - Trial 1; it's already the size of a dictionary book.

Hermes: They let out a whistle, looking over the bodies surrounding MC as the victims of your might groan. "You certainly are a sight for sore eyes." They'd find it amusing and interesting, to see someone who not only hacks but knows to land a few punches too.

If they have to admit it, they find it all extremely hot.

Dionysus: "[Name], are you alright?!" They don't even take a glance at the opponents on the floor - though when one of them tried to sit up, Dionysus blindly (or purposely, given the force) step them on their chest to reach you. They start patting down your arms and checking for any wounds or scratches in sight. When no injuries are there, Dionysus breathes a sigh of relief and looks at you. "Gods, I don't know what'd I do if you get hurt..."

Ares: "Guess worryin' about ya wasn't needed." They say with a chuckle, walking casually through the fallen bodies knocked down and out for the count. When they reach you, they reach a hand up to plant it on your head, ruffling playfully. "But next time, save some for me, cadet."

Dolos: The fact someone tried to ambush you is already a death sentence waiting to happen. But given the circumstances, Dolos is much more focused on you as they got to your side and cup the cheeks of your helmet, turning this way and that before those eyes scan down your body. They haven't said a word but after a long assessment, they breathe out air that seems to have been held in for a while.

One of the mobs, foolish or brave, lifts a hand with a knife, ready to attack you by the feet.

Something dark flashes in those eyes and, without mercy, Dolos lifts one of their feet to stamp down onto the wrist of the offending hand with a sickening crack! Through the scream of the mob, you can hear Dolos snarling out.

"You're lucky you didn't kill [codename] or I would have ended you without a thought."

#silverking #ROasks

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tangerineslittleslag · 2 years

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In the Night (Tangerine X Reader)

This song has such a grip on my coochie I just HAD to write something for this. Reader suffers from British nationality syndrome. I'm considering not making it a one shot and writing a second part (or more hehe) but we shall see...

I sighed shakily, taking another puff of my cigarette and watching the cloud form in the air. I looked down at the concrete road. The cold from the air and the sidewalk was just getting to me, but I ignored it as the warmth on my face from the fire brought me the comfort I needed. I sniffled, looking down the road. One, two, three. Three bodies. Or at least I presume they were dead. Anyone alive over there didn't care enough to check them over for any signs of life as they screamed and ran away, disappearing in the distance. Good. They'd stood by for so long without sparing me a second glance that I couldn't care less whether their bodies were rotting away in full view of everyone.

...

Damn.

I really wasn't the same girl I used to be. I sniffled, looking down at the concrete again and letting my hair fall over my face. The bright eyed girl who'd just wanted to be special to someone. I wiped a hand across my eyes, swallowing hard. There's no need to cry now. It's all okay.

"You're Poison's girlfriend, aren't ya luv?" I lifted my head and looked up at where the voice had come from. It was him again. One of the special customers, as they'd explained at the door. They'd looked like any other customer back then, but the bloody rain mac he had on now dispelled the illusion of an average man.

"Officially, yes." I blinked a few times, hoping to blink the tears away as he sat down on the sidewalk next to me, his elbows on his knees as he looked ahead.

"You were in our briefing. We were told we'd get paid extra if you survived uninjured. So I came to check up on you." He looked at me, a smile forming under his moustache. He pointed at the car he'd arrived in with the other guy, now flipped over and completely destroyed. "I've gotta pay for a new car, after all." I nodded, not quite registering his words.

"I heard Zeus has a nice car for sale." I took another puff of my cigarette and looked away, still trying to get my tears under control.

"It's the Audi A7 Sportback, innit? I'll have to tell Lemon. Not like he actually gives a fuck about cars. He'd prefer a ride in a train." He sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Lemon?" I asked, looking at him again from behind a few strands of hair. He looked at me for a second then reached out a hand, brushing the strands behind my ear.

"My brother's codename. I'm Tangerine." He said, placing his hand on his chest as he introduced himself. I smiled weakly, whether it was at the gentleness of the touch or the silly codenames I wasn't quite sure.

"Sounds sophisticated." I said, glancing at the rings on his fingers. Poison probably would've accepted one of them as payment for me. "I..." I hesitated, "I have a question."

"Shoot."

"...Why now?" I swallowed again, hoping I didn't sound like I was choking up. "I mean, I've been here for a decade now and nobody's even tried to do anything. So why now?"

"Well, the short answer is that we just got a contract." He sighed, running a hand down his jaw. Something in his mind clicked as he snapped his head towards me, blue eyes boring into mine, "A decade? Ain't you 24?"

"You don't know much about the world at that age." I said, taking another deep breath and dropping the cigarette, stomping on it. "He knew that."

"Good thing the sick bastard's dead then. You don't have to deal with that anymore."

"So that's it then? It's all over?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself as I tried to suppress a shiver. He looked at me and nodded, then proceeded to take his rain mac off.

"Poison's dead, his mates are dead and his only hideout and possessions are being destroyed as we speak." He put the rain mac on his other side then slipped his suit jacket off. "I'd safely say it's all over." He turned back to me, gently putting his jacket over my shoulders. I held it, pulling it closer to my body as I shot him a smile.

"Thanks."

"No need," he put a hand up, giving me that same warm smile, "but yeah, as I was saying, it's over. You can do whatever the fuck you want now. Get a normal job, go back to your family, I don't know." He reached into his waistcoat pocket, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. The more he talked, the more I felt at ease. It wasn't quite the feeling I'd expect to get from someone I'd just seen use one of the high heels in my room to stab my 'boyfriend' in the eye, and yet I felt more comfortable than ever.

"I don't have the money to see them. I don't think they'd want to see me anyway." I sighed, grabbing the jacket and closing it to get away from the cold. He put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it, putting the lighter away and puffing out a cloud of smoke into the night air. There was a moment of silence as I sat dead still and he smoked, and I let the peace of the situation wash over me. Sure, there were still people screaming and the roaring of the fire right in front of us was louder and brighter than ever, but it felt like it was just us two in an empty abyss.

"I'd move to a different city if I were you. This place is gonna reek of wannabe gangsters now that the top dog's gone." He said while tapping on his cigarette, watching the ashes fall and mix with the rest of the grime on the road.

"Well you did just burn down my only home, so I'm gonna have to make do with the cheap flats around here." I picked at my fishnet tights, wondering when I'd finally be able to take them off and wear something normal. Maybe now I could wear a tracksuit. Maybe even a hoodie. He fiddled with his rings and stared ahead, like he had just floated off into his own world.

"Give me your hand, love." He said, extending one hand towards me. I glanced at him then slipped a hand out from under the jacket, placing it in his. He turned it round then placed his other hand on top, pressing something cold into my palm before retracting his hands. I looked down at my hand with parted lips. A gold ring. "If you get it to the right pawnshop it should be enough to leave this shithole behind and start new."

"Tangerine I..." I looked down at it again, inspecting it more closely. Yep, this is real gold. The shine and the weight did not lie. "I can't take this."

"Yes you can." He flicked his cigarette and stood up, "and keep the jacket too. It's supposed to get even colder tonight."

"But-"

"Tangerine!" Another voice interrupted me. We both looked to the alleyway by the burning club, where we saw the other guy. Lemon, if I remembered correctly. He also had a rain mac on and was holding a gun in one hand, yet we all knew there was no need for it anymore. "I got it all."

"Let's get the fuck out of here then." Tangerine looked back down at me one last time and flashed me a smile, the fire giving half his face a warm glow, "Go live your life sweetheart." With that he turned and headed towards Lemon, the two disappearing down the main road and into the darkness. I looked back down at the gold ring. My new life. I held it up to my chest, watching through blurry eyes as the building finally collapsed, sending sparks high up into the air. I reached down, undoing the straps on my stilettos before grabbing them and chucking them across the road, as close to the fire as I could. I stood up and with a final glance at the ruin I walked in the opposite direction, laughing through my tears as I looked up at the night sky.

It was over.

#bullet train #tangerine bullet train #bullet train tangerine #bullet train movie #bullet train 2022 #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x y/n

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sailorheadcanons · 1 year

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Just as how Queen Serenity is the moon goddess Selene, the Sailor Senshi have ties to gods and goddesses in their past lives. Makoto is the daughter of Zeus, and Rei is the daughter of Ares. Ami is the daughter of Hermes, while Minako is Aphrodite in her past life (as said by Artemis in Codename: Sailor V)

#Sailor Moon #Sailor Moon headcanons #Silver Millennium #Kino Makoto #Hino Rei #Mizuno Ami #Aino Minako #Queen Serenity

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foxydivaxx · 6 months

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Cassie Sandsmark: Odyssey

I decided to write this in light of the fact that there are supposed to be two Wonder Girls but truth be told, it is best Cassie becomes her own person and not rely too much on the Wonder Girl brand much. So this is my attempt to address it. As for what her new superhero codename would be, I am yet to decide that. That is where everyone comes in. This is a sneak peek to a fan fic I am working on for Cassie.

I am in a midlife crisis. That I already know. For starters, I spent most of my teen years as a superhero and sidekick to Diana. I have been a Teen Titan and a member of Young Justice. I am also a demigod and happen to be Zeus' daughter.

I have helped save the world on more than one occassion. I have also lost a lot of people, both physical and otherwise. But all that is in the past now. Now, I am just a mere lonely 21 year old, in college studying archaeology in the hopes of following in mother's footsteps.

Truth be told, if I hadn't become Wonder Girl, this could have been the path I would have followed. Either that or possibly law. Regardless, I am back in the same old boring routine I was in prior to becoming a superhero.

I do miss the action yes. But I need to keep away from everyone and everything that reminds me of that time which was why I moved all the way to Michigan in the first place. I just need to find my bearing and re-discover who I am again.

The downside of being a superhero is that part of you believes that that title defines you. As if that is not enough, there is a certain weight, a legacy you have to measure up to. If I am being honest, I personally believe that I did not achieve half as much as Donna or DIana.

Now this new Wonder Girl has shown up and she is clearly better than I am. I believe that I do not belong to the Wonder Family at all. Unlike the others, I do not have a standard superhero costume. Mine is just mere Wonder Woman merch I happened to possess at the time courtesy of being the President of the Wonder Woman Fan club.

Making matters worse is that my paternal family keep trying to drag me into their shenanigans. The Gods are as dysfunctional as it gets and Zeus does not help matters with the amount of kids he has sired all over the world. Father of all nations indeed.

I lost a ceremonial bout with Yara, which caused me to doubt my powers. I officially retired from the spotlight and gave up my Wonder Girl title to her.

Once the bell rang, I heaved a sigh of relief as I gathered up my stuff and made my way out of the room, not bothering to talk to anyone. Ever since I moved down here, I have become a social recluse. Not speaking to anyone or bothering to socialize. I have become like Raven at this point.

Putting my hoodie over my head, I make my way out of school and off to my apartment. How did I become like this you might ask? Well, a lot has happened to me over the years.

Now where do I start? Well, how about we go back memory lane to about 2 years ago, before Yara even came into the picture.....

#cassie sandsmark #cassandra sandsmark #young justice #teen titans #dc comics #wonder woman #wonder family #wonder girl

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1001aus · 1 year

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I have 2 separate but similar protocreed aus bouncing around in my head now because I started playing the first prototype game yesterday

In both of them shit goes down with Alex Mercer and Gentek before Abstergo gets a chance to grab Desmond

Version 1: Abstergo and Gentek have a business relationship and are both aware that the other company has dubious ethics, but they are separate entities.

While trying to figure out what's going on Alex Mercer manages to stumble on a connection by accident and ends up working his way through several Abstergo employees before determining that whatever they're up to is unrelated to his situation. In the process he finds that Abstergo is after someone and they've traced their target to a bar not far from Central Park. Desmond Miles may not prove very useful to him, but whatever Abstergo want will definitely be worse in the long run so he goes to warn him, getting there just in time to save him from being grabbed.

Desmond ends up awkwardly cohabitating with Dana because he can't risk going back to his own apartment.

Version 2: Desmond is in the Penn station when the Gentek soldiers gun down Alex Mercer and, due to bad luck and questionable decision making, he ends up infected. Although his Isu heritage only comes out to about 1% it's enough for him to survive and to hold onto his memories.

In #1 Desmond would end up learning how to use discarded Gentek weapons because he has no other way to defend himself or contribute. #2 he's a virus so he'd get virus type abilities, but also it would unlock his Isu abilities without the animus to kickstart them. Also also because Alex's codename is Zeus Desmond's would be Hades

In either version there'd be Abstergo/assassins/Minerva and Juno in the background at various levels of Oh Fuck when they realize Desmond was in the red zone and hasn't been seen since.

Abstergo would care less since he would have been useful to them but they don't care about him specifically. They'd just be disappointed. The assassins would be sad but they would treat it like anyone they've lost on a mission. Minerva would be losing her shit about the solar flare and Juno is infuriated because Desmond was supposed to be her way out of the Grand Temple.

#protocreed #idea tag #Desmond Miles #Alex Mercer

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bequeerdodopemonkshit · 1 year

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Incorrect Mythology

ZEUS: Codenames: Mine is "Eagle 1." Demeter is "Been there, done that". Hera is "Currently doing that." Hestia is "It happened once in a dream." Poseidon is "If I had to pick a dude."

Hades is "Eagle 2."

HADES: Oh, thank us.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect mythology #incorrect greek mythology #greek mythology #source: parks and rec

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datastate · 11 months

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YOUR TURN TO DIE CODENAMES :

(honestly something that charmed me abt yttd was how quickly and easily they compiled together to introduce themselves & collaborate to figure out the situation. it's something i deeply appreciate and also feels more realistic honestly? so this isn't really a fleshed out idea, but i just thought it was fun to play around with :P)

SARA - Adrasteia

As amusing as it’d be for her to be named ‘Steelmind’ or ‘Samurai(onna)’—I can’t see her as having the sort of pride to assume those nicknames willingly. Instead, this name would be something much more personal to her, hence tapping into the headcanoned interest in space (as well as the fact that she most resembles a moon in a symbolic sense, even if it’s only recognized by Kai: Sara stands as the only light in darkness); Adrasteia, though oddly formed, is one of the close moons of Jupiter. In mythology, Adrasteia (dependent on interpretation) was Zeus’ daughter and she is associated with the inevitability of fate, closely knit with Nemesis—goddess of divine retribution.

GIN - Gator

Considering his current hyperfixation on alligators, he would probably take up the name! Though he personally considers them cute, he’s most likely aware of the general perception of them and intends to use this to his advantage—he wants to be recognized as a kid worth his weight! One who can support the others, and who deserves to be taken seriously! Gators can be intimidating for that. This lines up with him often using “woof” in his more forceful dialogue to try to seem more intimidating/confident/etc. Additionally, this has a hard ‘G’ sound matching his name, in case he slips up.

KANNA - Rose

This one’s a fairly simple name :P Although Kanna has a wide-range of knowledge on botany, this is a common flower that I feel as if Kugie appreciated (associated most with red/green). With this, Kanna also falls in line with typical associations to roses: she’s a very loving person (red), as was her sister (although it took time. At the start of the game, she has had her childish innocence broken (white), but then finds solace in that she can at least trust sara (pink; whether or not the bond is reciprocated).

SHIN/’SOU’ - [ARG]

The name of a Japanese ARG (or the protagonist of); I think he’d find them fascinating and it’s unfortunately very fitting for the experiment he’s been thrown into. This is also something which many of the others may not immediately identify. [I don’t know many ARGs, which makes this codename a little difficult to come up with but I will find one Eventually…] Alternatively, he may continue to use ‘Hiyori’ as a reminder for what he’s obligated to keep up if he wishes to survive, as well as the tonal opposite in the meanings behind his name. However, for the sake of this whole idea, I don’t want to be redundant with what we already know.

KAI - Wisteria

The name is taken from the kanji in his own, as he often understates the few truths he does offer to read into (most prominent in YTTS, but even in the Death Game, he only scarcely hides what he truly is when he deems it relevant—unless it places him in danger). In Eastern cultures, wisteria often symbolizes devotion (humbling yourself as to honor another) and longevity (in both a youthful and loving sense). Kai uses ‘Wisteria’ both as a wish that he should survive, though his devotion is all which matters for the remainder of his life. Purple wisterias are also used for royal and wealthy associations, implicating the Chidouins as well as serving as a reference to the importance of the Satou family in their clan.

Q-TARO - Q / Yasuke

Q: Simple name, simple reasoning. He figures he’s already in Central League and known, so there’s no real need to put up an entirely different name. They were all dragged here anyway, weren’t they?

Yasuke: (This is entirely headcanon. Hi. Forgive me.) Similar to the reasoning behind Kai’s and the ‘Hiyori’ name, Q-taro’s using Yasuke as a reminder for why he’s fighting to live—as that’s his boyfriend. In-game, I personally imagine he is usually wearing Yasuke’s ring anyhow, but this is a much more prominent reminder and an easy name to pick on the spot. Additionally, the name Yasuke with the kanji 弥介 represents being fiercely protective.

ALICE - Keys

I have a very specific scene in mind for how this goes: Alice is tied up for questioning, and instead of answering he’s exasperatedly like: “Keys!” and Keiji’s sarcastically like “Your name’s Keys?” but Sara’s autism makes her take it literally even with Alice going: “Just give me the keys, for goodness…!!” — Unfortunately (for Alice), it sticks.

A play on the fact he’s a prisoner, along with the fact its through his own actions that he truly became a murderer after all… considering Hiyori’s doesn’t count, even if it was indeed with intent to harm him. Either way, it’s including that self-imposed guilt which Keiji also shares, not allowing himself to move past it in the least. Alice accepts Asunaro’s label of ‘murderer’…

REKO - Koto / Kutiyapi

Realistically, she’d probably be found out as “that rockstar”—unless Joe and Sara were successfully able to keep their own names under wraps, in which case I do think that he’d be more wary to give out where he recognized some people. Either way, she’s clearly openly associated with music. However, I’ve chosen a more traditional approach. I prefer the sound of the kutiyapi to represent her, but that is a Filipino instrument—either way, strings! Although she’s involved in (presumably) more upbeat music, I feel as if Reko is best represented by traditional stringed instruments as to represent her love for music as a whole and how it’s developed over the years and over various cultures. In line with this, though she likely wouldn’t admit it to the others, the form resembles her. Much as she’s personally changed over the years, as crafters draw from different woods or shapes, the fact of the matter stays the same: she needs music to find her voice and make her feel fulfilled.

NAO - Heart (Kokoro)

:] I think it’s cute and it fits her well! This would also be easier for the Professor to remember and correct if he begins saying ‘Miss Ego-koro’—quickly cutting to the latter half. Nao’s passion to live and how deeply she empathizes and connects with the other participants is of utmost importance in the game… And it is interesting how others interpret that. Whereas this compassion is something that many participants need, Kai and Keiji in particular may be more wary of just how far acting based upon emotion alone can carry you, the danger it puts not only yourself but others into and how easily your love can be twisted/broken.

KAZUMI - Canary

An animal to try to connect with Gin and dissuade that initial suspicion :’] & because he vaguely knows of some shorebirds/waders… surely. But, with that, canary also fits the horrors…! In my interpretations, Kazumi’s current self often utilizes his death as something for the group to learn from, or dying in another’s stead; hence, canary in the coal mine. In both life and death, he wishes to emphasize that hope which canaries do. Even outside of the Death Game’s context, he’s someone who’s been through many rough patches in his life and has made it out with a brighter outlook on life that he likely never would’ve achieved otherwise, now with a much more passionate desire to live a fulfilling one rather than merely successful.

#FEELING. NORMAL (TRUST)#jestersvaguely #yttdposting #yttd meta #? not quite but like. it does tie into some character interpretations you know...#also i'm so sorry joe & keiji for not. adding you. i literally cannot come up with anything for either of them #that feels subtle enough yet still does them justice TT_TT #long post

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alexmercerscreenshots · 11 months

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#alex mercer #alex mercer prototype #codename zeus #prototype 2009

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p5x-theories · 8 months

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If I can go back to talking about riko for a moment, IF her persona ends up being pegasus (which ngl idk how it fits into the rebellion aspect fully), then her codename could just be valkyrie right? Since she's likely to fill in the makoto spot of the story I figured she'd be riding her persona to some extent.

Yeah, I've been imagining she'll probably be riding her Persona as well! Valkyrie would be a rad codename for her in that case, and more exciting than just "Wind", haha. (though considering there's also a Persona named Valkyrie, maybe just slightly confusing? Though I suppose there's Queen and then "Queen Mab", as well, which is pretty similar...)

As for how it might fit into the rebellion aspect, Wikipedia mentions that "Pegasus allowed Bellerophon to ride him in order to defeat the monster Chimera, which led to many more exploits. Bellerophon later fell from Pegasus's back while trying to reach Mount Olympus. Both Pegasus and Bellerophon were said to have died at the hands of Zeus for trying to reach Olympus", which I could sort of see them being able to frame as a type of rebellion? Both defeating monsters, and then also trying to get to Olympus to join the gods.

Those are both associated more with Bellerophon than Pegasus, though, so I suppose alternatively, maybe something to do with how Bellerophon tamed Pegasus using a charmed saddle, but then as mentioned above eventually Bellerophon died, while Pegasus was later brought to Olympus after the fact? That could be framed as like, breaking free from the one that tamed him, maybe...?

#theories #wind #pegasus #anonymous

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kaetor · 2 years

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costume designs for my superhero team of ocs that is yet unnamed . lil more about them + design notes under the cut . please ask me questions about them

(id in alt)

ok left to right we have:

Jack (codename TBD): Jack has the power to manipulate gravity, and is arguably the most normal one or the most insane one of the group, depending on how you shake it. He uses superheroing as sort of an escape from the expectations placed upon him in his civilian life and goes a bit too hard on the concept of keeping hero-ing and regular life separate. sort of guy who never shuts up but still doesn't tell you Anything about themself. For her costume I wanted to make the colors very bright, as jack is the outgoing, loud and firey personality of the group. I added a lot of heavy-ish-looking metal pieces because it added to the whole gravity concept & also provides a bit of extra armor for someone who, while having powers, is still a bit squishy

Hero (codename Maenad): Hero (short for Herodias) was raised by a group of superheroes that are all champions of varying greek gods-- they were born a child of zeus, but ended up taking dionysus as their patron god, so they're a bit of a black sheep in their family. with their costume I wanted to play with the idea of mixing elements of super fantasy looking armor with just the most normal kid outfits.

Sav (codename Savior): Sav was made in a lab by a really big corporation to be their Hero and garner them good press. She recently escaped the company and joined this superhero team and is currently trying to figure out who she is and what she wants as a person. Her costume is meant to look very sleek and not very substantial--because her superpowers make her largely invulnerable, the suit is mostly for show.

Mercy (codename Jackdaw): to the rest of the team, Mercy is the Normal one who has no powers & fights using only the skills shes learned herself. In reality, Mercy does have powers, really powerful ones, but she refuses to use them on account of them being a) uncontrollable and very dangerous to herself and others and b) given to her by an organization that was half cult, half mad scientist laboratory through some rather unethical experiments. She's currently trying to take them down by being a superhero. I wanted to make her costume look much more on the end of tactical gear than a superhero costume because mercy needs a lot more physical protection than the other team members.

all in all the ideas for these characters came from me playing with all the different ways teen heroes in superhero media I've seen interact with a world that has had superheroes for multiple generations + the different ways superheroes interact with secret identities & their differing reasons for being superheroes cos of that

#my ocs #look! a wild character design #look! a wild oc #k-art #cleb art

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blatantvirucide-a · 1 year

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THE HIVEMIND: — definitionally, the neural network connecting all variations of REDLIGHT DX-1118 A infected. CODENAME: ZEUS should not have access to the HIVEMIND; some GENTEK personnel theorize that CODENAME: ZEUS adapted genetic material to gain access to the HIVEMIND, as it would explain several behaviors cited. MORE RESEARCH NECESSARY.

#alex mercer prototype #alex j mercer #prototype 2009 #okay to reblog !#VII. VIRAL MATTERS #[ cont. — file:/ blacklight ]#— queued

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New Russian stealth bomber, the PAK-DA would be in the final stages of development

The British authorities stated that the prototype of the Russian stealth bomber PAK-DA, also known as Izdelie 80, is almost ready.

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 08/07/2023 - 14:13in Military

Usually, countries present your product when it is ready to attract the public. But it seems that Russia's fifth-generation PAK-DA (Izdelie 80) bomber is in its final stage of development.

This leak was revealed by the Minister of State for the United Kingdom's Armed Forces, James Heappey, who said that the "Izdelie 80" was a new generation stealth bomber for the Russian Air Force (VKS). “The prototype of the PAK-DA, whose design resembles that of the American B-2 bomber, is probably almost complete,” he said.

Due to its stealth technology, the Izdelie 80 is also speculated as the Russian version of the B-2 bomber. Russia currently maintains a fleet of strategic bombers, such as the Tu-95, Tu-22 and Tu-160, complemented by missile carriers. The Russian strategic aviation fleet does not have this feature, which can be easily detected by radar. This bomber is also known as the fifth generation PAK-DA bomber.

From Heappey's words, it is concluded that Russia will receive the first drawings of PAK-DA in the coming years. Perhaps at the end of 2025, publications will begin to appear in some Russian media.

Tupolev's plans to develop Russia's fifth-generation PAK-DA stealth bomber have been widely heard in recent years. PAK-DA is planned to be the newest stealth strategic bomber and is expected to enter service in the period 2025-30.

The Tupolev PAK-DA, codenamed Poslannik, was developed by Tupolev for the Long-Trange Aviation branch of the Russian Air Force. PAK DA stands for Prospective Aviation Complex for Long-Range Aviation.

Russia's idea of building the PAK DA bomber was to increase range and resistance, not speed. The Izdelie 80 will have subsonic speed, two engines and autonomy of up to 15,000 km. There are allegations in the Russian media highlighting the advantages that the Russian stealth bomber will have over its American equivalent, especially in armament.

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Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Daytona Airshow and FIDAE. He has works published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. Uses Canon equipment during his photographic work around the world of aviation.