#give the senile old man a gun

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talking to @ribbittrobbit about raphaniel and that one mushroom post

#dimension 20 #the ravening war #raphaniel charlock #my art #d20 fanart #give the senile old man a gun

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Detective Mickey Pilot P.4

Hey everyone. Hi... Hello... So it has been quite a while since the last part... Okay, so I ended up being extremely busy these past couple of weeks and really struggled to find time to finish writing. It doesn't help that this ended up being another really long part. I think the parts from here to now on will continue to be long. I'll try to get part 5 out next week, but no promises. I should still have 2 more parts left. Though I may add an epilogue. I'll have to decide once I write the final part.

I am so thankful for all of the support I've been getting. Part 3 got the best response which makes me so happy since it was my favorite part, but this part may be a close second. Tbh this is my first time writing "fanfiction" and I can already find myself improving. I wonder if maybe I should figure out what else to write after I finish this. But I'll discuss that late.

I will warn you that there are few somewhat tense situations in this part. For those who read the "Mickey Mouse Outwits the Phantom Blot" comic, you'll get an idea of what I may be talking about. But I did add my own twist to it. I will try my best to add triggers for it, but please let me know if I am missing something.

Now with all that out of the way...

Previous Part: X

Next Part: X

So Close. So. Close. He was about maybe 20 feet from his car until he felt the metallic muzzle at his neck. Instantly able to tell what it was. He slowly raised his hands and froze, doing his best to avoid sudden movements.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

A chill went up Mickey’s spine. That cold but velvety voice was all too familiar and Mickey knew he was in the presence of that cloaked nightmare once again. Memories of their previous encounter flickered in Mickey’s mind, including those eyes. Those frightening white eyes. Mickey quietly took a breath, finally able go calm himself down. He better respond soon. Thankfully though, with help from Horace, he had a backup plan for this exact situation. In his best old-person voice Mickey tried to tell the threatening man behind him that he thought that this was his house and that he made a mistake and would be heading home. He hoped that the shadowy figure would buy that he was just a senile old man and not find value in dealing with him. But that hope shattered when he heard his cruel horrid laughter snake into his ears, growing and growing each second. The Blot paused his laughter every couple of seconds asking the mouse if he thought he was stupid enough to buy his little disguise. He is literally the master of disguise and yet this amateur journalist thought he could outwit him with a fake beard and a hat. Mickey blushed, feeling silly that he thought this would work. Getting the sense that the mouse was feeling embarrassed the Blot faked trying to console him by saying to not feel too bad as he thought that the little costume was “adorable” and if there was a next time he could see the mouse able to pull a more convincing look. Unfortunately, there wasn’t going to be a next time.

The Phantom Blot sighed, adding that he was rather hurt that the mouse didn’t accept his very generous gift. He feigned hurt, going on about how he used up all the kindness in his heart to give this mouse a benevolent second chance, only to have it thrown back into his face. Oh Well. That’s what he gets for showing kindness to others. I guess he’ll have to heal his broken heart by torturing this little pathetic mouse. The Blot poked Mickey’s neck again with the gun, this time partially lifting the camera around Mickey’s neck with the barrel and then picking it up with his other hand, leaving the gun still touching Mickey's neck. He jokingly asks what it is and remarks that this doesn’t look like any of the missing cameras. Almost out of instinct, Mickey tells him to stop and pleads to give it back. Only to freeze again after the gun touches him again. The man laughs before noting that this must be the mouse’s personal camera and questions how he must be concerned about all the incriminating pictures…Or perhaps it is something a bit more intimate than that. Mickey then hears a thud and a loud crack that causes him to rapidly turn to the source of the noise… Did he… Before he has a chance to see, a swift hit to the head quickly knocks him out, leaving him once again vulnerable to whatever the Phantom Blot has planned for him.

Mickey's eyes instantly shot open and he tried to get up. Unfortunately, he found that a bit of a challenge as he noticed that his whole body seemed to be tied up with ropes. From what Mickey can gather he is tied to some kind of bench facing upwards. He tries his best to move any muscle or joint, but can’t even wiggle a finger. Frustrated Mickey looks up realizing that right above him is a giant sharp circular saw aimed right at his neck. He let out a large yelp before seeing a note that was attached to the blade of the saw...

“Hope you rested well little mouse,

Wish I could stay and watch this play out, but unfortunately I had other things to attend to. Do not worry, nothing bad should happen, lest any of our new friends decide to wake. I cannot seem to remember if I fed them or not. I advise you to avoid making too much noise. Nothing good will come of it. 

Your Dear Friend… ”

 The letter was signed with some splotches of ink. He looks around cautiously, noticing dozens of cats dozing on the floor. Thankfully they all seem to be in a deep sleep. But for how long? As Mickey tries to investigate the saw, he notices that it is attached to some kind of mechanical device. At the end of the device, there is a thin wire with a… Fish wrapped around the end? Mickey is confused by the fish until he remembers the sleepy and probably hungry cats over the floor. He puts together very quickly that if that fish is moved too much, that will most likely signal the device to turn on the saw and… Cut right through his neck. Crap. Mickey was unsure what kind of “torture” the Phantom Blot would put him in, but he wasn’t expecting this. This is a bit odd, but still extremely morbid. Bet this would make an interesting headline. Mouse gets his head cut off thanks to starving cats. What a way to die… Thankfully Mickey isn’t one to quickly give up. There is too much at stake. He survived the Phantom Blot before and he can do it again. Mickey stops to think a little and quickly realizes that the Phantom Blot has given Mickey a very powerful tool at the moment. Time. Ha, the Blot could have easily killed him while he was knocked out and yet he gave Mickey plenty of time to figure out how to-o… to-oh… A sudden tingle hits Mickey’s nose… Oh No. Mickey tries his best to hold in a sneeze but finds it near impossible until he is finally forced to let it out. Ah-Choo!

As the sound of the sneeze echoes around the room, about half of the cats perk up. Shoot. Shoot. Mickey feels another tingly sensation under his nose and instantly looks further up. He notices a pepper shaker dangling above him slowly dropping pepper flakes. Crap. He doesn’t even have time. The awakened cats start to wander around the room, getting a better look at their surroundings. A white long long-haired cat jumps on the table, gets near Mickey’s face, and starts to brush his nose with their tail causing him to sneeze more. Not. Helping. Mickey tries his best to shoo away the cats, not afraid of making noise anymore. But they don’t seem to care. A small black and white kitten tries to jump up to the fish and misses. However, now the other cats are aware of the fish. No. No. Mickey uses every ounce of energy he has to try to scare away the cats. Screaming and moving the bench enough to wobble side to side… Wait, wobble the bench. He can wobble the bench! He uses all of his strength to wobble the bench from side to side. Getting more powerful with each swing. Come on. Come on. A much larger orange-striped cat looks at the fish and gets in a position to make a jump. Crap. Come On. Hurry. Swing. Swing. The cat bends back. Hurry. Swing. Swing. And leaps instantly catching the fish in their claws causing the wire to go down as well and turning on the mechanical machine. Within a couple of seconds, the circular saw turns on and swings the powerful and sharp blade downwards right at Mickey. Making a loud buzzing sound as it cuts through something. But miraculously in that very last second, Mickey managed to swing hard enough to get the bench on its side facing away from the whirring saw. 

The saw instead cuts straight through the legs of the bench and stops right before it hits the floor. The noise and vibrations are enough to scare all of the cats causing them to rush around the room, avoiding the saw, looking for any exit. Mickey tries to move and finds that the rope tying him down was sliced through, allowing him to pull himself free. He stands up, rushes to the nearest door, opens it, and lets a flood of cats rush right out the door… He survived. He really survived. Mickey lets out a large breath, relieving the tension in his shoulders. He could feel tears start to build up in the corners of his eyes. Okay. Focus. Need to Get Out of Here. Mickey looks around, instantly recognizing that he is still in the mansion. At least the Phantom Blot didn’t take him too far.

He starts rushing out the door over to where he remembers parking his car, hoping it is still there. Little did he notice a small white and black kitten following him. On his way he spots some trash cans not too far from his path. One of the lids seems to be partially open, held up by something. He feels a strong urge to check it out. Might as well since it is on the way. As he opens the can, a small smile creeps onto his face. Little Korker V39 cameras. A whole bunch of them. They all seemed to be broken into, but quite a few of them don’t look too hard to fix. An idea pops into his mind as he starts taking out as many of the least broken cameras he can find and placing them in a convenient burlap sack that happens to be nearby. As he picks up the last camera he notices something colorful on the side of the trash can. It is probably the thing that was holding the lid up from before that dropped when he opened it. He decided to take a deeper look at the object and in an instant his heart breaks. 

Ol’ Reliable. In this mess he completely forgot about Ol’ Reliable, his faithful camera. He sees it currently lying in a pile of mud shattered beyond repair. He instantly remembered the thud and loud crack from his previous encounter with the Phantom Blot. He did this. Memories flood his mind of the time  he first bought it, Felicity helping him develop the photos, and all the care he put into repairing and cleaning it … It’s gone. It’s really gone. Mickey can’t help but feel a huge hole in his heart. That camera meant so much to him and it was destroyed by that evil man like it was nothing. Mickey then remembers that the camera also held photos of the evidence he found earlier. Not caring about the danger within, the mouse heads back into the mansion and retraces his steps to the secret door. He heads down and looks at the now empty circular room. Crap. Seems like the Phantom Blot cleaned out the place before he left. Mickey sighs. Now he really doesn’t have any evidence left. He somberly exits the mansion with a depressed expression on his face. Now what is he going to do?

As he heads back to his car a little black and white cat comes up to him and starts to meow. Almost as if he is asking Mickey if he is alright. Mickey smiles a bit, picks the kitten up, and starts petting him. As Mickey heads over to where his car might be, the cat meows again, almost as if he is asking what’s the matter. Mickey laughs and tells the cat that he is just going through a tough time, I mean he did almost die, and it seems like it will only get tougher. After a quick pause, the cat purrs and rubs his head on Mickey’s chest, seemingly trying to tell him that it will be alright. It will be alright. Mickey could feel his broken heart mend a bit as his new friend comforted him. He is really glad to not be alone right now. He miraculously still finds his car where he left it and starts placing the broken cameras, including his own, into the car. When he opens the door the kitten immediately jumps in and sits in one of the seats. Seems like his new friend wants to come with him. Hmmm… Minnie talked about wanting a cat. 

We cut to Mickey in his house as he carefully places Ol’ Reliable on the table and can’t help but feel hurt looking at the unfixable state it is in. He has experience fixing small dents and replacing missing pieces here and there. But it is completely crushed and Mickey is at a loss on whatever could be done to save it. Mickey sighs and starts to move over to a chair. Pluto notices and instantly lays his head on Mickey’s lap. Mickey smiles at him and thanks him for the support. The little black and white cat also tries to wobble over to his lap, causing Pluto to growl, which Mickey stops by reminding Pluto that he should be nice to their new friend and that he will only be here for a little while. Pluto begrudgingly ends the growling, deciding that it was best if he didn’t cause any trouble for Mickey at this moment. 

Mickey stops to think a bit. He has to continue this case. He can’t let the Phantom Blot get away with that weapon blueprint. He would never forgive himself if he did. But what can he do? Well before he was hoping to be able to have some evidence to show the police. I guess he could go back to the mansion and check for more clues. But what if the Phantom Blot is there. Mickey shuddered at the thought of seeing him again. It’s possible he hasn’t returned yet. Is it worth the risk though? He already cleaned out the secret room. It’s possible he could find nothing and waste his time. Maybe he doesn’t need clues. If he could just talk to O’Hara, he would know Mickey wouldn’t lie about this. But then again he did mention being really busy.  Mickey continued his internal debate, as Pluto raised his head once more to look at the annoying feline that invaded his home. Only to notice that the kitten is completely gone. The pooch perked up looking all over the room only to spot the mischievous cat playing with something on the table. After peering closer the hound realized the cat was messing with the now-broken item he knew Mickey loved a lot. He instantly got up and started barking at the cat. Trying to get it to leave the special item alone. This broke Mickey out of his deep thinking as he went to calm Pluto. The barking however still managed to spook the cat, as it attempted to run pushing the camera to the ground. After telling Pluto to halt, Mickey went over to the camera to pick it up and noticed that the canister holding the film had fallen out. The canister looked pretty beat up… But not as bad as he thought… He wonders… 

Mickey quickly heads over to the extra bedroom he has been using as a film studio. He pulls out the film in the dark room and sees that it was definitely damaged… But maybe…  He goes through each step of developing the film taking great care to be careful. Mickey follows each process perfectly, clearly the result of doing this hundreds of times. As he removes the film from its final rinse, he braces himself for the moment of truth. He looks through each photo carefully trying to see if any would be usable. Unfortunately, it seems that for most of them, it is as he expected. Too damaged from when the Phantom Blot crushed it… But then he looks at one photo. It actually is pretty clear compared to the others. And it is of the… Chemical. He got a good one of the green chemical he saw before. Hot Dog! That will surely be enough to convince the police. He hangs the film up to dry and carefully exits the room. Here he thought he lost everything, but it ended up being okay. As he thought that he looked at the young cat who was cuddled up next to Pluto in his dog bed. Mickey quietly laughed to himself, glad to see the two finally getting along. He looks at the time and realizes how early in the morning it is. He probably has a couple of hours before the station opens up and he can meet O’Hara there when he is more in a work mood. Well, this gives Mickey time to organize his findings to better explain what is going on. Also, he looks at the bag of broken cameras, this could also give him time to work on the plan he came up with before.

We see Mickey run into the police station carrying a laptop and a tote with a couple of items inside. He looks pretty disheveled and exhausted. It is debatable how much sleep he got last night, but he must press on. He rushes up to the unfazed secretary and tells her that he needs to speak to Chief O’Hara immediately, making sure to add a please this time. She bluntly tells him that O’Hara is too busy to see anyone today and that he will have to try another time. Mickey tries to emphasize that he has really really important news to share and that it’s an emergency. Only for the lady to roll her eyes and repeat what she said before verbatim. Frustrated Mickey then frantically asks if there is anyone he can talk to as he really needs to talk to someone now. As he said that, two dogs, a shorter one in a green suit and a larger one in cowboy boots, entered the main lobby from the front door. Mickey instantly recognizes them as the same dogs he bumped into when he came here earlier. The lady calls out to both of them, referring to the smaller dog as Detective Casey and the larger dog as Detective Brick. She tells them that someone is here to see them. Detective Casey mumbles under his breath as the mouse quickly scurries up to him. Mickey tells him that he has very important information to share and needs the help of the police immediately. Casey doesn’t seem to buy it and tells the mouse that they are very busy, only for the other detective to mention that they should hear him out given how freaked out Mickey looks. Casey grumbles and asks if they have to and Brick mentions that it wouldn’t hurt. He then tells the mouse to follow him and leads Mickey to an empty conference room with an annoyed Casey following closely behind. 

Mickey immediately starts setting up his laptop with the conference projector as the other two settle down into their seats. Once everything was all set up, Mickey started to go into an explanation about how Chief O’Hara sent him on a case about a missing camera so that he could write a story about it. Casey tries to question why a missing camera would be worth a story, only for Mickey to ignore him and continue his explanation. As Mickey went on, a police officer or some other staff would noticed the presentation and started to trickle into the room, giving Mickey more of an audience. He brings up how he thought it was a common thief, but then realized that this was all part of a large conspiracy. Mickey then shows the picture of Jimmy Korker, the article, and a somewhat fixed Little Korker camera. He then starts going into the details about the Little Korker V39 cameras and how a couple of shipments of them were used to smuggle a chemical to a foreign country, pointing to the photo of the chemical. Brick asks if Mickey knows what country it was being shipped to and Mickey mentions that he doesn’t know. Casey peers into the picture closer and asks if it is a glow stick. Mickey explains that it is not a glow stick, but is some kind of chemical. Another police officer asks what kind of chemical, and Mickey says he doesn’t know he just managed to get a picture of it. Another police officer blurts out that it sure looks like a glow stick only for Casey to add that he doesn’t know why he needs them to look for a glow stick, Mickey patiently replies that it wasn’t a glow stick and explains that it is an important chemical that is connected to some kind of weapon. There is a brief pause before another person pipes in asking what type of weapon.

Mickey discloses that he doesn’t know but knows that there are blueprints for it hidden in one of the cameras and they need to hurry and find this blueprint or else… Before he could finish, Casey stops him and tells him that it isn’t that he doesn’t believe him, though he clarifies that he doesn’t believe him, but that Mickey hasn’t really been able to substantiate any of his claims so far. These pictures don’t really tell him anything and he needs to see something a bit more… substantial. Brick asks Mickey if he could take them to where he took a picture of the chemical. Mickey says he could, but also regretfully adds that everything is gone. Casey shakes his head and points out that is the problem. Mickey has been telling them all these wild ideas and nothing he has seems to support his claims. The picture of the glow stick could be photoshopped for all he knows and Mickey doesn’t even know what this chemical or weapon is. Brick adds that while this seems very interesting, they don’t really have the resources or time to waste and if Mickey manages to find more evidence they may be more willing to check it out. As he says that the police officers start to talk amongst themselves, seeming to agree with the detectives, with a couple even walking out the door. Mickey frantically does his best to get everyone to stop leaving. Stop. Please. I know this seems far-fetched. But you have to believe me. Listen, I can show you the mansion. I have a plan I’ve been setting up. I need your help. I-I… Unfortunately, as the mouse looked around he realized he failed to convince anyone as more people started to pour out of the room. No. This can’t be happening. He needs them. They have to help him. “YOU HAVE TO HELP ME STOP THE PHANTOM BLOT!”

Everyone instantly stops, turning to the mouse. Someone repeats “The Phantom Blot?”. Mickey confirms, “Yes the Phantom Blot.” Mickey adds that he met the Phantom Blot face to face and that he is also looking for the blueprint for the weapon. If they don’t hurry and find the other cameras before he does, the Phantom Blot will... And with that, the room erupts into laughter. Between his chuckles, Brick asks Mickey if he is truly saying that he met the Phantom Blot. Mickey reconfirms and someone else pipes in asking if he met Negaduck as well, causing the room to go into another fit of laughter. Mickey gives a confused no and tries his best to plead with everyone that he is telling the truth. He really did meet the Blot. Twice actually. The Phantom Blot tried to kill him. There was a fish and a bunch of cats. Unfortunately, he continued to be drowned out by all the chortling from the crowd. Casey adds that he thought the mouse was looney before and now he knows for sure. Frustrated, Mickey glances around the crowd, seeing if he is reaching anyone. He looks out the conference window and spots Chief O’Hara walking by and talking with some kind of lioness in a fancy suit. O’Hara. He’ll believe him. Mickey starts speeding through the crowd trying to get to him. Only for the two detectives to stop laughing and charge after him, though they struggled to get through the giggling crowd, due to their larger size.

Mickey manages to reach O’Hara and shouts that he needs his help. O’Hara stops his discussion with the lioness and greets Mickey, though a bit caught off guard by the sudden outburst. He looks at Mickey noticing his exhausted appearance and asks if he is okay. Mickey quickly adds that he is and that they don’t have much time. He needs O’Hara’s help to catch the Phant-. That is when Brick and Casey finally catch up to Mickey and start grabbing onto him. Casey mentions that this mouse has been raving about a bunch of baloney wasting their time. Mickey tries to defend himself as Brick adds that he thinks that the mouse may be feeling a bit under the weather. Mickey tries his best to struggle out of their grasp to look straight at O’Hara and plead that he really needs to talk to him. O’Hara looks at him and spots the bags under his eyes. The other figure gives a cough at O’Hara, seeming to indicate that they should get back to their conversation. O’Hara apologizes to Mickey that unfortunately he is really busy and can’t talk now. He adds that Mickey looks tired and should take some time to relax and they can catch up another time. 

This seemed to be the breaking point for Mickey and he stopped struggling against the two detectives. Even O’Hara doesn’t believe him. O’Hara. The two detectives easily carry the mouse out to the lobby as another police officer brings over Mickey’s stuff which they hand back to him. They drop Mickey on the floor and Casey communicates that since Mickey seems like he has a positive relationship with the Chief, they’ll let him go. But they are way too busy to deal with pranksters like him and can’t waste time following some made-up nonsense. They have real crimes to work on, not some mumbo jumbo about the Phantom Blot. Mickey tries to protest, but he stops himself realizing it isn’t worth it at this point. Brick gives the mouse an empathetic look and tells him that he should probably head home. He asks if the mouse needs someone to drive him home and Mickey angrily responds with a no. He then tells Mickey to drive safe and to not worry about it, as it was all probably a bad dream, before he leaves the lobby closing the door behind him. Defeated, Mickey gathers his stuff and exits the building. That didn’t go well at all. He didn’t know why they didn’t believe him. Ugh… This is constantly happening to him. Every time he tries to talk about something important. Nobody ever trusts him. Everyone treats him like a child. Nobody takes what he says seriously. What did he ever do to be treated like this? He sighs, usually he would brush this off if it was just affecting him. But lives are at stake now. A lot of lives. Who can he turn to now?

As if nails to a chalkboard, Mickey could hear a very familiar and annoying snicker behind him. Not Him. Not Now. Mortimer clasps his hand on Mickey’s back. Mortimer adds his typical “Ha-Cha-Cha” and chuckles out that he can’t believe the fact that THE Mickey Theodore Mouse has finally cracked. I mean claiming he met the Phantom Blot. THE Phantom Blot. What a riot! He gloats that he can’t wait to tell everyone about this. Mickey angrily rebukes that he did meet the Phantom Blot and that lives are in danger. Mortimer continues to crack up and tells Mickey that he doesn’t know what has been going on with Mickey lately, but he needs to step up his game. He’s making Mortimer embarrassed to still call him a rival. Mickey could feel his insides boiling before unleashing an uncharacteristic rage at Mortimer. He shouts that he is not joking and doesn’t appreciate how everyone is treating him so badly. There is a big threat in Mouseton right now and no one seems to care. So unless Mortimer wants to help him, he better get out of his way. With that, Mickey shoves the other mouse away and stomps to his car. Mortimer stands there completely stunned. He has never in his entire life ever seen Mickey so angry, and he has known him since Kindergarten. Eventually, Mortimer gave a huff back. What’s his problem?

Mickey drove away in his car, not even knowing where to go. He just had to go. After taking a couple of random turns, Mickey could already feel himself calming down. Alright, now what. Since the police are a bust, Mickey could already feel himself running out of options. Mickey also is afraid to bring any more of his other friends in, as that could just be putting a target on their backs. He shuddered thinking about the odd contraption he was stuck in last night. He wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. Ugh, what can he do? He parks his car at a gas station and looks at his phone. He sees a message from Minnie pop up. Minnie. He opens the message. She’s asking if he has been doing okay. Even though it has been a couple of days since he last spoke to her, it feels like months. Mickey doesn’t really like to share his problems with anyone as he doesn’t want to be a bother. But with Minnie, he always felt like he could truly open up to her. She really felt like his second half. Maybe he should tell her. No. This situation is much different from his other problems. He wouldn’t even know how to tell her about the near-death situations he’s been in. He really doesn’t want to worry her. She’s been working hard running her boutique. She shouldn’t be worrying about her boyfriend’s life.

Mickey spots Horace’s name under Minnie's message and realizes he hasn’t checked in on Horace yet. Maybe he found something that could really give him an edge. He presses the call button and waits for Horace to answer. After a couple of rings, Horace cheerfully answers the phone and Mickey asks if he has found out anything else about the cameras. Horace is just about to respond when there is a loud crashing noise and a grunt and the phone call ends. Oh No. Mickey instantly turns on his car again and rushes over to Horace’s house as fast as he can. This can’t be happening. Please. How did he know to go after Horace? Was it because of the social media post? Did he see him at Horace’s house? He shouldn’t have brought Horace into this. This is all Mickey’s fault. Mickey prays that he isn’t too late as he haphazardly parks at the Apartment Complex and bolts his way to Horace's door. He promptly turns the handle only to find that it is unlocked. No. Please No. Mickey rushes in and calls for Horace, searching every crook and nanny for him. Landing in his bedroom. Mickey falls to his knees. How could he have let this happen? Now the Phantom Blot has gotten to his friends too. Horace could be some kind of weird death trap or even already dead and it is all his fault. Mickey’s phone rings and he quickly grabs it out of his pocket. It is from Horace. Mickey takes a deep breath and braces himself as he takes the call. Mickey then immediately tells the person on the other line that he doesn’t know what he did to Horace, but that he will not give up and will save him. 

Only for a very confused Horace to respond unsure of what is going on. Mickey could feel a large weight drop from his shoulders the moment he heard Horace’s voice. He’s okay. Or at least he thinks he is. Mickey asks Horace what is going on. Horace assures him that he is okay and that he had to leave town to help a friend with a plumbing emergency and when Mickey called, a pipe broke causing the whole house to fill with water. He’s a bit waterlogged, but mostly okay, and should be back tomorrow. This explanation causes Mickey to laugh a little, mostly to relieve the stress that is building up. Horace asks if Mickey is doing okay based on the weird introduction and Mickey responds that he is doing fine, he just noticed that the door was unlocked and was afraid something bad happened. Horace responds that the locks at the apartment aren’t that great. He really needs to find a new place to live. Mickey reminds him that he has the extra room at his house, and the horse responds that he’ll keep that in mind. Horace then asks if Mickey has any more updates about the missing cameras. Mickey tells him a brief explanation of what he learned about the cameras and that he found the cameras broken in a trash can. Horace then asks if Mickey saw the Phantom Blot again. Mickey paused for a second. Oh yeah. He told him about the Phantom Blot. Mickey then chose to lie, not well but good enough, about not seeing the Phantom Blot and adds that he actually thinks he may have just imagined him before. Horace doesn’t need to be too involved in this. He shouldn't have to worry over Mickey. Horace seems confused but a bit relieved over the call and congratulates Mickey for technically solving the mystery. He knew he could do anything he put his mind to, especially since Horace taught him everything he knew. Mickey laughs a bit, feeling much better, and thanks Horace. 

Quickly remembering the fright he had before, Mickey asks Horace if he wouldn’t mind staying out of town for a little bit longer. Horace inquires as to why and Mickey responds that he thinks the Horse deserves a break after helping him with the camera case. Horace gladly agrees, mentioning that he would never turn down an offer for a vacation. Besides, his friend has been showing him how to Bull Ride and he thinks it is his true passion. With that, the two say goodbye to each other and end the call. Horace is safe. What a relief. Mickey heads out of the room to leave, and he notices some black spots on the front door. He did not see those black spots before. It looks like… like… Mickey touches it. Ink. It’s Ink. A shiver ran through the mouse’s spine. Is he losing his mind? Why else would ink be on the door? Is this a warning? Maybe it was always there and he hadn’t noticed it. Maybe Horace just happened to spill it. But why would Horace have ink? Or at least not attempt to clean it up. Mickey breaks out of his wandering thoughts before opening the door to leave the apartment. He needs to focus on what he is going to do next. If the police aren’t going to help and he can’t risk any of his friends getting hurt, then Mickey will have to do it alone. He can’t stop now. Just as Horace says, he can do anything he puts his mind to. Mickey thought about what his next steps should be. He could try to see if he could find any more cameras left. Maybe if he gets the blueprint before the Phantom Blot does, he can destroy it and prevent him from ever using that weapon. 

Mickey gives a heavy sigh as that would be quite the task he would have to take, but what else could he do. Mickey spends the rest of the day going from pawn store to pawn store, going to any camera-related store he could find on the Waddle Maps, and even checking antique or any kind of odd store in hopes that maybe one of them may still have a Little Korker V39 left behind. Unfortunately, just as Mickey suspected, he couldn’t find a single one as they don’t have any in stock or they “mysteriously disappeared”. As Mickey left the last store he looked at the clock and realized how late it was getting and the chances of any more stores being open is probably minimal. Shoot. He was really hoping to get something, but it seems like this was a bust. Mickey feels at a complete loss of what else he could possibly do. I mean there was that one idea earlier. But he would be completely mad to try and do it alone. But what other choice did he have? He had to do it. He had to do the unthinkable. He had to capture the Phantom Blot. 

He decided to head home before he started as he should probably check on Pluto and his new cat friend and gather a couple of things. When pulled into his driveway, he quickly noticed that the lights happened to be on. He did not leave those on. As he went to the front door he picked up a rake that was lying in the grass and slowly crept through the door. Prepared to attack anything that might jump out at him. He peeked in the small window that was next to the door. He saw Minnie who appeared to be making something in his kitchen. He gave a large sigh. This isn’t a surprise. Minnie often would just come into his house whenever she wanted, as she had a key. Usually, she would surprise him with dinner. Though normally she would tell him first. He dropped the rake and opened the door. Minnie greeted him and mentioned how she was making spaghetti for dinner. Mickey tells Minnie that he wasn’t expecting her to come over and Minnie responds saying she sent several messages. Mickey checks his phone and sees that she is correct. He must have somehow ignored them in his search for the camera. Minnie adds that she also wanted to talk to Mickey about something. As she finishes stirring the sauce she goes up to Mickey only to notice the giant bags under his eyes and his general exhausted demeanor. 

She immediately questions whether Mickey is feeling alright. Mickey quickly blurts out that he is. He notices the little cat walking by and picks him up, handing him over to Minnie mentioning that he found her a cat, hoping he could change the subject. She thanks Mickey and places the cat down. Though continues to press on, aware of what he was trying to do. She asks Mickey again if he is truly okay. Mickey doesn’t respond and sits at the dining room table. She sighs and mentions that Mortimer messaged her earlier and said that he was at the police station making a fool of himself. Mickey rolls his eyes, of course Mortimer would tell Minnie that. He says that it is nothing to worry about and that he has it under his control. Minnie drops a plate of spaghetti in front of him with the noodles perfectly swirled, the sauce right in the middle, a couple leaves of basil on the side, and the meatballs in the sauce oriented to look like Mickey’s head. He smiled, she always did cute stuff like this for dinner. She sits down with her own plate. Minnie thinks for a bit and then asks how the camera heist was going. The last thing she heard was when Mickey told her about the successful meeting with O’Hara. Mickey looks down and plays with his food a bit, again not responding. Minnie assures Mickey that he can tell her anything and that she will support him no matter what. Mickey stares at his plate. He wants so badly to unload like he usually does, but this is way beyond what he usually struggles with. But he knows that if he doesn’t say something, Minnie will continue to try to get Mickey to talk to her until he does. She’s persistent. He normally loved that about her, but at the moment…

He decides to start slow by explaining how he thinks who knows who takes the cameras, causing Minnie to quickly congratulate Mickey. But then he explains how he realized that the cameras were part of something… A little bigger than he expected. Minnie tries to pry more into what he means, but Mickey doesn’t answer. He instead talks about how he tried to go to the police to get help, but they didn’t believe him. This seems to upset Minnie as she asks if he tried talking to O’Hara. Mickey looks down and mumbles that he is busy. Minnie pauses for a second and then complains about how she doesn’t know why the police wouldn’t help Mickey. Their job is to help people correct. Mickey sits there silently as Minnie continues to rant, bringing up that there is no reason for them to not give Mickey a chance. She looks at Mickey and notices an expression she isn’t really familiar with. She has known Mickey for almost her entire life and has become all too familiar with his quirks. But when she looked at him she saw something she hadn't really seen. He looks shaken to his core. He’s terrified. Really terrified. But of what. Something happened to him. Something changed him. He’s hiding something. She asks Mickey who the thief was. And Mickey freezes. After a second he says that it is not important. She gets up from her seat and heads over to Mickey again asking who the thief was. He tries to look away and instinctively says that he doesn’t want to worry her. It’s fine he got it. She goes over to grab his hands before noticing something on his wrist. There are red markings on his arms that she didn’t notice before. Is that… Rope Burn… She pleads to Mickey “Mickey… What happened”... Mickey pulls away his arms, realizing what she saw. He got up from his chair and crossed his arms. “Was it the Phantom Blot?”

Mickey turned around, extremely surprised that Minnie knew. Oh wait, she said Mortimer told her what happened. Darn that rat. She stared at him with a completely distraught look in her eyes. She expressed that she thought that Mortimer misheard Mickey, but now she can see… She freezes. She has no idea how to even respond. Mickey looks at her, unsure if he is happy that he finally has another person who believes him. Mickey adds that the Phantom Blot is trying to find something dangerous and he was hoping the police would help, but they didn’t believe him. But he can’t stop. The Phantom Blot is an evil man and if he found what he was looking for, thousands could die. He glances at Minnie to see how she is taking this. Unfortunately, she was unreadable and Mickey had no idea what she could be thinking. The both of them just stand there, until she finally speaks again. She slowly admits that she isn’t sure if Mickey should do this, being very careful with the words she says. Mickey asks why. She stutters that the Phantom Blot is really dangerous and a threat beyond anything they can handle. She doesn’t know if Mickey should be the one solving this. Mickey responds that he has to stop him. No one else can and there isn’t much time. Minnie starts to tear up. Mickey quickly comes up to her and starts holding her. Through her tears, she blubbers about what if Mickey gets caught. He could be killed. She could never see him again. She then erupted into a bawling fit, clinging onto Mickey. Mickey just stands there, rubbing her back. He thinks about the moment in the alleyway when he thought about the very same thing. He doesn’t have an answer. For a while, they just stand there holding each other as Minnie sobs. 

One thing about Mickey that Minnie has always loved is his compassion for others. He always seemed to do what would be best for everyone even at the cost of what would be best for him. Minnie always felt like she had to be the one to stand up for Mickey and make sure that his own needs and wants weren’t ignored. But she didn’t mind. She loved Mickey. She would always support Mickey. Or at least she thought she would. And yet now Mickey wanted to make the ultimate sacrifice and risk his life to protect others as usual. She can’t lie. She wanted so badly to beg him to drop this case and that someone else would take care of it. She felt bad since she knew how much this meant to Mickey and the possible lives lost. But she can’t lose him. Not now. They were each other's soulmates. But she knew that Mickey had to do this or he would regret it forever. She had to let him go. But she really didn’t want to. Eventually, Minnie gets out of the hug, gives Mickey a kiss on the cheek, and heads over to the front door, picking up the little kitten on the way back. She apologizes adding that she knows that she can’t stop Mickey. But she isn’t sure how she feels about the situation and needs time to think. She then pleads to Mickey that before he goes, he will go to sleep first. He looks tired and shouldn’t be doing this with little sleep. Mickey nods and promises her he will. And with that, she closes the door. Leaving Mickey. Alone. Part of him is glad that she didn’t try to stop him. But at the same time, he doesn’t know if he exactly got her support. He was unsure how she would respond and had a feeling she wouldn’t react well. Minnie wasn’t the only one who was scared. Mickey was scared too. But he has to see this through. He thought about the promise he just made. To get some sleep. He could at least keep that. He needed to be in top shape if he really wanted to stop the Phantom Blot. But he’ll have to wake up early so that he can get started on his new plan. He held on tightly to the red bow with white polka dots around his neck. Making one more promise in his heart:

I swear that I’ll come back to you Minnie. We will see each other again.

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[malfoysgem]

Cupid’s Chokehold || D.M x fem!reader

summary: draco writing a letter about his new girlfriend to his mom <3

year and blood status: 6th year and half-blood

warnings: fluffy draco, idk what else

a/n: i was inspired by Cupids Chokehold / Breakfast in America 🤍😊

“it’s been some time since we last spoke and this is gonna sound like a bad joke, but momma i fell in love again. it’s safe to say i have a new girlfriend.”

draco was writing a letter to his mum about his new girlfriend. he thought she was perfect in every way, shape and form. she had luxurious wavy hair with gorgeous glistening eyes. “she’s got eyes comparable to sunrise.” her eyelashes curled in the most perfect way, her pink plump lips were beautiful. “she’s got a smile that would make the most senile annoying old man bite his tongue.” she has the best personality ever, she’s funny and nice and she takes draco’s sarcasm very well. “she’s got the cutest laugh i ever heard.”

they were made for eachother.

“and i know it sounds so old, but cupid got me in a chokehold. and i’m afraid i might give in…”

around others, draco may be seen as very sarcastic and rude because that’s what his father taught him. but, around y/n he is a whole different person. he does anything she wants and he is the sweetest. some people are even happy when he’s with her because then he’s not his usual mean self.

“i know i’m young but if i had to choose her or the sun i’d be one nocturnal son of a gun.”

draco would choose his girlfriend over anybody. (besides maybe his mom.)

a couple days ago…

“hey malfoy, we’re throwing a party later tonight. do you wanna come?” theo asked draco “oh.. i’m sorry mate i don’t think i can make it today. i promised y/n i would go to hogsmeade with her.” draco replied to him. “oh.”

“and i know you read the last letter about that girl that didn’t last long. but i promise this is on a whole new plane, i can tell by the way she says my name.”

“i love you draco” y/n whispered to draco smiling…

astoria never treated draco how y/n does. she just wanted him for his money and nothing else, y/n is completely different. she only wants draco for him, not for his money or his fame. draco loves her for that.

“anytime i’m with her i cherish the moment. call it dumb call it luck it whatever you call it but everywhere o go i keep her picture in my wallet.”

draco heard his door open and he immediately looked up to see it was his girlfriend, y/n. “hi dray” y/n smiled “do you want to hangout with me? my friends are studying but i finished all my studies.” she said

“of course i want to hang out with you my love” draco smirked

days earlier..

draco was with his friend at the three broomsticks just talking and having a little drink.

when it came time to pay draco pulled out his wallet.. theo who was next to him had a quick peek of his wallet and saw he had a picture of his girlfriend. “oh my merlin you even carry a picture of her in your wallet?” theo laughed. “yes? call it dumb or whatever i don’t really care.” draco replied confused and a bit angry.

“i really like her mum. anyways i’ve got to go, i’m about to watch a muggle movie with y/n.”

that’s where draco ended his letter…

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a/n: umm this kind of sucks haha

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[animehouse-moe]

Sakamoto Days Volume 6: Absurd Assassin Action

So yeah, another early pre-order, which is pretty cool, almost as cool as the cover for this volume.

I won't really beat around the bush, this volume is fun, really fun. And it promises quite a good deal for the long run as well.

I think more than anything though, Sakamoto always reminds you what it's there for. It's not going to deliver on incredibly deep or relatable characters. Hell, it hardly cares about them being believable. First and foremost, it is action. Just nonstop fighting that looks badass and is creative and has such an incredible understanding of impact and weight. I guess to be frank, it doesn't really care about the characters as an aspect to develop, but rather to use. Sure, it feigns that development (which I'll talk about later), but at the end of the day it's to serve the overall direction of the action. And truthfully, I love it. It's so kickass and interesting to read, and it's light. You're not spending time thinking about characters or their interactions or anything, you're just soaking up the insane talent behind the fight scenes. Sure, not everyone might like that, but I really appreciate it as a great series to turn to when I'm tired of more in-depth content.

⚠️Warning: Spoilers Ahead⚠️

So, in terms of specifics. Nagumo's fight was so incredible, the overall design work in the combat was outstanding. I will be a little nitpicky though and say that overall, the paneling of the combat could use some elbow grease. It's rather straight forward, and I feel like the spreads/style really have to make up for it in that regard (which they do). However, if there's more care and thought placed into how it's shown, that stuff can become even greater. But still, just look at these ideas they had for a single fight, it's pretty damn incredible.

It just feels like they're on the cusp of figuring it out, of getting to that next level in their work.

Their single and double page spreads really are just incredible, every time. Just look at this. The feel of the fight is conveyed perfectly, it gives you such a great sense of space and scale. It makes it feel like more than a "panel", and seeing stuff like this is why I really want to see them push for better work in paneling overall. Their eye for action is so impeccable that if you add other talents to the repertoire, it'd be unstoppable.

Following this up though, I wouldn't mind if the villains in Sakamoto could be a bit more "well rounded" so to speak. There's definitely good ones here and there, and the earlier assassins were great fun, but this recent suite feels... formulaic. They have very cliched personalities, which in small doses works really well as fun characters, but when continually exposed to them, the enjoyment can run thin. Like my favorite part about Apart is his penchant for organization, it's a fun little quirk that takes them away from the typical direction.

Really, Sakamoto Days is at its best when it's the furthest from reality. Just doing completely crazy things and pulling nigh unbelievable stunts and feats, and all other manner of oddity. Like how they managed to turn this moment into something so damn cool with hardly any effort.

This volume really drives home where Sakamoto is at its best: at the edges. It takes John Wick, cranks it up to 11, and shakes it around a good bit to jumble it up all before turning it into a manga. Following "steps" or regular ideas only works as clichés, and they need insanity to support that. Look at Gaku (the slick haired guy in the bottom panel of the above image), and his weapon. It's a massive meat tenderizer. But, he doesn't crush his enemies, he takes their heads and limbs right off, and even then it's got some sort of crazy flash cannon/gun embedded into it. Or even something like the old man, it takes the trope of the fearsome senile guy and pushes it to its extremes.

Sakamoto Days is something that pushes the limit with each volume and every page, so it continually needs to reinvent the wheel and find new ways to make classic ideas even crazier. So far, it's doing a really solid job, but there are pieces that manage to slip through and stagnate. Hopefully though, with where this volume ends and wants to lead us, we'll get even more fresh and insane ideas.

#sakamoto days #taro sakamoto #manga recommendation #manga review #anime and manga #manga

[lostonehero]

Is that gasp plot in this slowburn romance. Maybe.

Anyway

Meh

Knocking on the door turned the heads of the three men in the home. "Uncle Henry, were you expecting someone?"

Henry pauses, scrolling through his phone's calander. "No, that meeting was postponed, and that's at the range. Uh, that's not till next month." He hums, feeling William over his shoulder. The doorbell rings again. "I'm not expecting anyone."

"What does range mean?" William looked to Jeremy for an answer.

"Mr. Emily, you're from Texas, right?" Jeremy eyes widen as he nods. "Ah, a gun range."

William looked at Henry, then at Jeremy. "How does that matter?"

Henry chuckles as Micheal waves his hand. "Sometimes I forget how much of American culture you don't understand William."

"That doesn't explain any of this." William stops as he hears the front door slam open.

"My fuckkng nose!" Micheal curses and shouts from the door.

"Micheal! Oh my heavens, I haven't seen you since you were up to here on me. How's my favorite British nephew doing." A silver haired woman built a like truck, slammed the door open. "Oh Hen, you didn't tell me you had guests." He hands Micheal a handkerchief. "Pinch and don't put your head back. You'll get a clot."

William's form flickered, and he's wearing what looks like an old mechanics uniform like he was about to head to work.

The door shut behind her with a click. "Again, sorry, Micheal, thought you were Henry. He always knows how to dodge a door."

Micheal gives a thumbs up as he cracked his nose back into place. "S'not the first time I've had to put it back in place."

Henry nearly jumped out of his seat. "Jen, don't you tell me you were in the neighborhood. Why are you here?" Henry knew she lived all the way in New York.

"You look 30 years younger Hen." Her face splits into a grin. "Now you know why I'm here. Where is he hiding?"

Henry steps back but is still grabbed, and she makes quick work of messing his hair and his beard up and taking his glasses. "Jen, you know I can't see without those." Henry sighs. "William is in my head, not my glasses."

"I'm old, not senile. I know he ain't in these glasses." She hums. "I would have been here sooner, but this was the earliest flight I could get on with such short notice."

Henry sighs, squinting his eyes. "Jen, could you please just give them back." He sighs. "You can have the guest room down the hall, Micheal and his partner Jeremy are using the one on the left."

"And?"

Henry scowls. "Oh, you can step on that old pair."

Jen laughs. "Ah, there he is." She hands him back the glasses. "We both know these are your new ones."

Henry sighs, putting his glasses back on. "Why are you here? You live halfway across the country."

Micheal's nose stopped bleeding, and he is sitting next to Jeremy.

Jen moved her luggage to her side and gave a look at Henry at screamed, really?. "Henry if it wasn't the fact that my kid brother is sharing his body with a ghost, it's the fact that your dead daughter and other dead kids are in a museum you run, now which one do you think I'm here for."

"And here I thought you liked the museum." Henry says, trying in vain to straighten out his messed up hair.

"I never said I didn't, Henry, but you're avoiding the killer in the room." He pauses. "Not you, Micheal, we both know that was an accident."

"Thanks, I guess?" Micheal, after talking to Evan, has made peace with that.

"Now Jen, before you start." Henry scowls as Jen places a finger on his lips.

"I don't care what you have to say for that man." Jen brushes her hand through her pixie cut. "William can speak for himself. We will talk later without the audience." Her attention turns to the mirror. "I see what the mirrors are for." She watches William realize she can see him as he vanishes. "And why was he in an old mechanics uniform that place has been condemned for decades."

Henry can feel William lock himself in his office. His spirit feels like it's trying to pull itself away from him. Henry sighs, rubbing his temples. "You two get along as well as a house on fire."

....

"No, Jen, I'm still sober, so why would I have alcohol in my home?" Henry sighs it's late, and Micheal and Jeremy took the first chance to leave to the museum they could. He rubbed his temples, and he loved his sister, but she could be a bit much.

"Why?"

"Why what Jen?" Henry sighs.

"Henry, why are you trusting him again after everything." Jen sat across from him, leaning back on the couch, arms crossed.

Henry frowns, looking at his water bottle, hoping if he stared long enough, it would turn into something harder. "I..." He stops he doesn't know why he does. Even with the ability to see his friend's memories and with more context from Micheal. Henry still trusted William before that.

Jen reached over, holding onto Henry's hand. "I know he's.... I know you two are close. He's the reason Charlie is gone. He's the reason she never grew up."

Henry shut his eyes and took a breath. "Remember Clara?"

"Unfortunately..." Jen sighs and shuts her eyes and opens them. "Don't blame it on her."

"William killed them, yes, but.."

"Henry..."

"Clara is the reason why Elizabeth disappeared." Henry shouts. "I saw William's memory, Jen. She wasn't dead after Baby grabbed her by accident. I didn't see it. I heard her choking her, then a snap." He places his glass down. "Jen, Clara was the one who started it. She pushed and used William as a puppet. I'm not forgiving William. I don't think I could ever do that, but the past is the past, and no matter how much I learn, it won't ever change it." Henry laughs it's cold and empty. "Days like these. I wish I never quit the bottle."

Jen swallows. "Henry I..." She frowns. "What else did you see?"

Henry covers his face. "You think I'm mad, don't you. You think I deserve to be locked up where mother was sent."

Jen gets up and slaps Henry across the face. "Henry."

Henry sighs, holding his cheek, and he looks away. "I.... I deserve that."

Jen sits next to her brother and sighs. "Look, I still hate the man." She pauses and grabs Henry's hands. "But if what you saw was the truth, I may have room to let it slide that he is taking residence in my brother."

Henry looks away. "I'm sorry."

"Don't, Henry, no more. We're both too old for that." She sighs and leans back on the couch. "This ruins my plans. I was gonna call an exorcist." He spots a small crack of a smile. "Eh, we both know that doesn't work."

Henry bit his lip. "Jen, is it bad that I want him to stay?"

Jen pauses and lets out a breath. She brushes the stray hair out of Henry's face. "No. Henry, you're human, and I don't think there is anything more human than wanting someone."

Henry nods and shuts his eyes. "He's hiding."

"I know." She sighs. "Go find him, Henry. Lord knows you need sleep, and looking for him is a great excuse." She chuckles. "But drag his ass out, I have to have a chat with him."

"I rather not risk my body over a chat." Henry sighs getting up. "Thank you."

"Don't you go thanking me yet. You have to tell me the truth about something."

Henry stops and lingers by the couch.

"Micheal ain't sick, right?" Jen looked up at Henry. He saw a familiar look in her eyes.

Henry shook his head. "No, but that knock to his skull didn't help. Micheal is fine.... not fine. He's recovering."

"Recovering?"

Henry pauses and grabs a pen and writes something down. He holds Jen's hand before handing it over. "I know you never truly liked William, but he was with the devil, and not by choice. Look this up at your own peril, and what you see of Micheal don't hold it against that poor boy."

Jen holds onto the paper as she watches her brother leave.

.....

Henry wouldn't call this sleeping, not anymore, at least. He shut his eyes, and when he opened them, he was young and free to roam his mind. No more tossing and turning, no more pretending to sleep till you actually sleep, just eyes close and he's in his head while his body rests. He must thank William for that one of these days.

Henry frowns as he spots his hands. Only the tips of his fingers are pitch, but he knows what that means. Maybe the conversation with his sister did go as well as he hoped, and maybe he did have some lingering feelings. That didn't matter he had to find William, and he wasn't all monsterfied yet. He wouldn't scare him. He wouldn't....

Henry shook his head clear of those thoughts, no violence, no attacking. He was calm and focused. Did William's neck still hurt? Does he have the marks? Henry bit his lip and took a breath. Relax, you just have to find him to talk. Tell him what you talked about with Jen. Be open and honest, no more secrets.

Henry sighs, walking down the halls of his mind. William felt so far away that he had gotten used to him being in the empty spaces he had, but now it felt like he was a ghost, and his touch was barely there. He held onto his hand, seeing the black ichor travel along his hand spreading. He needed to relax.

The old door, rusted numbers, seemed like gold as he approached. His hand traced the old rusted numbers before he punched in the old code and opened the door. The smell of ash filled his nose as he looked around. The area changed again. It was bare save for the fireplace, and his friend laying on the floor by the fire.

"William?" Henry rushed over and reached out to his friend, he forces himself to stop seeing his own claws and put his hands by his side. "William, are you ok?"

William seemed to be at peace. His face was relaxed, and he seemed to be asleep. His face scrunched, then relaxed as he opened his eyes. Henry can see his breath catch in his throat as he stares into Henry's eyes.

Henry smiles on reflex, showing off his sharp teeth in the process. He realizes his mistake when he covers his mouth, and his black eyes seem to stare into the man below him. "I-" right accent is strong, and he can't fix that right now. He takes a breath and tries again. "William, are you ok?" He nearly loses his balance as the area blinks and shifts into a dim bedroom.

William has a red blush across his cheeks as he pulls himself up to stand next to his friend. "Did I?" He stops, and he composes himself. "Did I upset you?"

Henry brushed the hair out off his friends face and smiled, still too many sharp teeth. "I wasn't talking to you before. I love my sister, but sometimes it can be a bit much."

William nodded. His mouth was dry, Henry stood in front of him, a mix of a monster and the man that held his heart in his hand and could destroy him with words if he so chose. "Are you ok?" He manages to get out before be nearly trips over a couch that appears next to the two.

Henry smiles and holds onto William's hand, careful of his claws. "We talked, and I don't think I want you pulling away."

William can feel his breath catch in his throat as he is guided to sit on the couch. Henry was next to him, and they were leaning on each other. He was having a hard time getting his mind to catch up with his actions.

Henry was smiling at him, and it made everything in his mind harder to put together. He was asking him something, and it just didn't click together. William's form flickered again to his cowboy shirt and shorts.

Henry pushed back William's hair it was longer, and he did love the curls. "You seem more relaxed now." He smiles again. "William, are you ok now?"

William blinked, and he seemed to come back to reality. "I am ok. I apologize for running away." Henry laughed, and it made him melt.

"I know Jen doesn't like you, and I know you two never got along, but please don't pull away again." He sighs, putting his hands to his lap and leans against the couch. "I hope these visits aren't annoying for you. We do share my body now, so I can understand if you want space."

William wanted to whine at the loss of contact. He wanted to pull this man into a kiss. He wanted to just stay there forever, laying on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. "I... I don't mind the visits." He smiles.

Henry hums. "I'm glad because I don't think I want to stop visiting you while I sleep."

William watched the black leak out from Henry's form, and his amber eyes were staring at him. The sharp animalistic features have melted away as he watched Henry relax. Maybe he did want to rile Henry up again to see the full monster, not... he shook those thoughts from his mind, ignoring the new doors.

"Ah, do you have something on your mind?" His accent was hidden again.

"I suppose, but it's not something that seems appropriate to share." William sighs, leaning on the opposite side of the couch from his friend. "Feeling better?"

"I suppose I am." Henry smiles

....

Micheal hums, picking up his phone. "Hello?"

"Ah, Micheal." A tough feminine voice was on the other line.

"Aunt Jen?" Micheal pauses. He didn't know why she was calling. Worse case, Uncle Henry and his father got into a massive spat, and his father is somehow in her body. He shudders. In the best case, it's 3am she probably accidently called him.

"Your mom."

Click

Micheal hung up. He didn't mean to. He kind of just panicked and hung up. He could feel his heart start to race, and his phone was ringing again. He felt static around his ears, and a piano started to play on the speakers.

"Guys, not now." Micheal barely got out, and he fell to his knees. He was doing so well, too. He wasn't getting enough air. His face was wet. Was he crying? He couldn't breathe.

The soft piano got louder, and Micheal covered his ears. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry." He chokes out as he curls into himself. "I didn't mean to. I-i promise I'll be good." His voice got more panicked as the piano got louder.

.....

Henry had a failsafe built into the museum. Well, he had several built-in, but only a few he trained Charlie and the other kids to use, and one that William knew. Granted, the one William knew would set everything ablaze in hellfire, but Charlie knew if someone got hurt to alert the police. Well, Henry taught her to call 911 in the puppet body, the man knew he wasn't going to live forever, and as he got older he knew it was a matter of time before his body gave out. He just wanted to make sure that Charlie knew what to do in case that happened at the museum.

...

The red and blue flashing lights outside the museum lit the outside up as an officer entered the building. The officer didn't like that the door was unlocked.

"Down the hall." A child voice alerted the officer.

The young officer gripped his gun as he made his way down the exhibits. He didn't know the history. He just moved to this town. He didn't know why his partner laughed at him when he asked for someone to come inside.

"Hurry..." A different child's voice.

The only thing the young officer saw was the animotronics that seemed to stare down at him as he kept going forward. What he was told was that an old man ran this place, and it was probably a prank call, something about this place being haunted.

"Keep goings he's right there." A third child.

The officer nearly jumped hearing an adult voice. A man was curled up on the floor. He was wearing a security uniform, and he didn't look like he was in good shape.

The officer didn't think twice about calling for an ambulance.

.....

Laughter was the first thing Micheal heard when he came too. Then he saw the flashing lights. There was no ambulance, which he was grateful for. He adjusts himself, focusing on the two officers in front of him. He was in the back of a cop car.

"Am I being arrested?" Micheal croaked blinking, and the older officer laughed even harder. He pulled himself up to sit up.

The older officer. "No, not at all." He snickers. "But you did help break in the newbie."

The younger officer was red-faced. "I, but I swear I heard kids."

"Can you believe he just came to Hurricane and didn't hear the rumors about this place. Hah, anyhow, you alright found you passed out."

Micheal sighs, putting his hat back on. "Just had a panic attack... officer... Murray."

The officer chuckles. "You must be the new night guard then. Finally, that old man got someone to look after that place. He pushes himself too hard."

Micheal sighs getting up. "I apologize for the trouble."

"Don't kid, you made my night." The older officer pats his younger partner on the back. "Greenhorn here needed one of these calls to these places under his belt."

"I swear there were children." The younger office shudders.

"And I swore there was too when I started as well, never found any just had a smell." He chuckles. "Go finish up your shift. I'll take the rookie back on patrol."

Micheal nods, waving the police away as they drive off. Who called the police? Was he panicking that bad? He got his answer as he returned inside.

"Mikey." Static pierced his ears as Evan was crying.

"Hey Ev, what's wrong?"

"Mikey." He cries harder as the static becomes deafening.

"Evan, I'm ok." Micheal covers his ears. "I'm ok. I didn't mean to scare you."

Lizzie was on the loudspeaker. "Mikey, why did you break?"

Micheal frowns.

Micheal sighs, and he is heading back to grab his phone. "You guys did a great job. That officer was terrified."

Static brushed his ear. "Did we break you?"

Micheal frowns, sending a text to Aunt Jen, I'm fine. Just don't talk about her to me, please. He puts his phone back in his pocket and sighs. "It wasn't you guys, definitely not you, Ev."

"But Mikey, why?" Lizzie was using the loud speaker.

"Remember, mom?" Micheal flinched, just bringing her up. "Mom doesn't like me. You know what dad did to these guys."

"Did mom hurt you?" Evans soft voice blanketed the static that came along with it.

"Yeah, she did." He needed a drink. "I don't want to talk about it. She did very bad things to me, things I don't ever want to talk about."

"Sorry, Mikey."

"Don't apologize it's not your fault, Ev, and it's not yours either, Lizzie. Mom wasn't a good person, and well, let me tell you a secret, she's the reason dad hurt you all."

The kids try to push more from Micheal, but he stops talking about it. Lizzie swears she didn't touch mom's music box, but it kept playing, which made Micheal put on his headphones till 6 am.

...

...

Henry stretched as he got up, and he ended up planning future animotronics with William. He could swear William wanted to tell him something, but he never did. Speaking of which, William was trying to fix his outfit in the mirror.

"Willy?" Henry yawned as he got out of bed.

"I can't with these clothes. How did they even change?" He was wearing a shirt that read in bold letters. I really want to ride a cowboy. The shirt was baggy like it was made for a man of a bigger statue than he was. His shorts were short. They looked like sweatpants lost a fight with a pair of scissors. He wasn't even wearing matching socks. Although his hair was longer, and it curled in a way Henry really enjoyed.

Henry hums. "You look comfortable."

"That is not the point." William sighs. "I do not want your sister to see me like this."

"I highly doubt she will care what you look like." Henry hums, looking at his phone. He frowns as he reads a text from Micheal. "Ballora music box seems to have been malfunctioning."

"The one I made for Clara?"

"The one in the same. Micheal says it hasn't stopped playing even when he left this morning." Henry furrows his brows. "Did you create it to keep going?"

"No, I made it to play Clara's ballad, the one she would perform to. It's a simple music box. It stops when the song is over." William pokes his head over Henry's shoulder. "I only made it to go with the animotronic. It was a gift, but she hated it."

Henry frowns. "I'll have to look at it today. I had to do basic matientice anyway for the museum."

William floated after Henry as he left his room and made his way down to the kitchen.

Jen was already up and handed Henry a cup of tea. "Three sugars and an ungodly amount of milk, you godless heaven. Just drink a glass of milk, Hen."

Henry sighs. "Thank you, Jen, but what did you do?" Henry knew his sister never made him his favorite way to drink tea unless she messed something up.

"Called Micheal last night." Jen frowns, sipping her coffee. "May of mentioned his mother, and I think Charlie called the police."

William was right next to Jen. "You did what? Bloody Fucking don't breathe her name to my son ever again."

Henry sighs. "Is he ok?"

"He said the older cop was laughing, something about a rookie popping there, fazebear cherry." Jen sighs. "Micheal is fine, I didn't sleep. Saw him when he got here. He did want to tell you that the music box is acting up, and I quote you better fix it before I burn it."

Henry nods. "He did text me about that. I should let him burn that old thing, but I also don't want to tell the shareholders about moving company property." He sighs. "How long are you staying?"

"Here? I'm leaving in the afternoon, Hurricane, not till after the reunion." Jen smiles. "Rented out that old house on the hill, gonna fix it up a bit before everyone comes."

Henry nods. "You sure it's big enough?"

"Eh, it will do." Jen shrugs, nearly spitting out her coffee, getting a glimpse of William in the reflection of the metal fridge. "In the good lords name Henry, what is he wearing?"

"Will doesn't look that bad, he looks.... comfortable." Henry smiles, watching William roll his eyes.

"Just say I look like a mess." William sighs.

"What does the shirt say?" Jen squints, but William has left the reflection.

"Oh, it says I really want to ride a cowboy. I don't know where he got that from, but it's the second time I've seen him in the shirt." Henry smiles, opening the fridge. "Want me to make you anything?"

"Oh honey." Jen sighs and shakes her head.

....

The murmur from the museum was a white noise to Henry as he began his schedule maintenance. Everything was in working order, and Jeremy tagging along was a help. The familiar notes filled the air as he got closer to the music box.

A few guests lingered on the music box.

"Wow, they are really teasing the night tours."

"I can't wait."

"If this is a taste, I can't wait to see what they do in the future."

Henry shook his head as he pulled out his old toolbox he pulled a control panel from the floor and pressed a few buttons to let the glass sink into the floor so he could get to the box.

William has his hands placed near it. He was focused, and it looked like his hands were itching to take the old music box apart.

A cursory glance revealed the gears to be spinning, and the mechanism working like it should, but there was no oil, or anyone continuously winding the box for it to keep going.

"Looks haunted." Jeremy broke the silence. He was smiling as he set up cation tape so Henry could work without interference.

"Jeremy, most everything here is haunted." William sighs, not moving his gaze from the box.

Henry smiles softly. "These weren't, I always thought Ballora would have Micheal, but he's still around, so that was never the case." He pulls his hand back as he is shocked as he tries to start opening it up. He opens and closes his hand, there was a slight burn mark on his hand.

Jeremy frowns, looking over. "Mr. Emily?"

Henry frowns. "Get me some bandages from the first aid kit, then I want this area blocked off."

William raises his brow but nods, something didn't feel right. "Are you ok?"

"Just a burn. This box doesn't run on electricity, or batteries, or even oil. It's a wind-up box with gears and springs. This can't generate heat, let alone electricity to burn." He sighs. "Is there another you never told me about?"

"Before you found me? No." William clicks his tongue. "Do you think...." He doesn't finish that thought when Henry shakes his head.

"I want this area blocked off and secure." He watches Jeremy as he hands him bandages. He wraps his hand up and gives a look to Ballora. "I have to talk to Charlie tonight."

He quickly inputs a code, returning the glass around the music box that still continues to play. "Jeremy, tell the other guards Ballora exhibit is strictly off limits until future notice."

Jeremy nods and gets on his walkie.

...

Henry is pacing William's office. "William, I swear if there is another child." He has lost complete control, and he has scratched up William's walls.

William can feel the claws against the walls as if they were against his own skin, and it made him weak. He shook his head he needed to calm Henry down now fuel him. "Henry... Henry, please stop, I can feel your claws." His voice quiet as he watched Henry raise his hand then freeze.

The color drained from Henry's cheeks as he stared at William. "You can feel?" He stepped back and bit his lip sharp teeth, drawing a black bubbling liquid from the wound. "I-"

William rushed over, grabbing a clawed hand. "Henry, I swear to you those kids are the only ones. Just breathe, ok."

"I hurt you." Henry's black eyes stared into William. He stepped back. "I didn't, I didn't."

William held both of Henry's clawed hands. They could rip him to shreds, and he would thank the man in front of him for touching him. "I'm fine, Henry. I swear I'm fine. Besides, I hurt you first."

"That doesn't. It shouldn't." Henry pulls his hands back to cover his face.

"Are those horns?"

"What?" Henry peaked through his fingers like a child as he looked at William.

"Horns Henry, yaknow the devil lot has em." William thickened his accent. He knew it made Henry smile when he did.

Henry pauses as he breathes in, almost mistakenly for a laugh. "Devil lot?"

"Wat you never refer to a group as a lot." William smiles softly as Henry uncovers his face.

"No?" Henry tries to slick his hair back but is stopped by two objects in his skull. He can feel a blush on his cheeks. "What?"

William snickers. "Like I said devil lot."

......

Micheal lingered outside the building. He saw his uncle unlock the doors, and he really didn't want to go inside. Last night was a disaster, and he didn't want to hear that damn melody again.

"Micheal?" Henry looked over. He looked tired, too. "You don't have to join us."

Micheal shook his head. "It's not like it will kill me to be a little uncomfortable. Is your hand ok?"

"It's a little electrical burn, nothing I haven't dealt with before." He sighs, opening the door for Micheal to enter.

"Hi Mikey, oh daddy, I have to tell you something." Charlie climbed down from the ceiling and placed her puppet face against the glass. "There's gonna be a new kid."

Henry frowns. "A new kid?"

"Dunno if they're a kid, but they aren't dead yet." Charlie hums. "They like the music box."

Micheal stops gripping the heavy flashlight in his pocket. "Not dead yet?"

"Nope." Charlie huffs. "They aren't like us. They keep fighting." Her voice distorts. "It isn't a trap they shouldn't fight. It's a gift."

"Charlie." Henry's voice is stern.

The distortion fades, and her voice returns to normal. "Sorry, Daddy."

Micheal shudders.

"What do you mean by not like us?" Henry looked around listening to the other kids stretch their metal bodies.

"They are like Uncle Will, but uhhhhhh." She stops climbing the wall again, hanging upside down. "We like Uncle Will now. I don't think I like the new one coming."

"Bad... "

"Don't want them..."

"Need to...."

"Punish." The museum shakes with the children's voices overlapping and distorting.

Henry claps his hands, and everything stops. "Charlie, who is coming?"

She drops down. "Mikey looks pale."

"Charlie darling?"

"I dunno, Daddy, they aren't dead yet." Charlie crawls back into her box.

Henry frowns and grabs Micheal's hand. The air grows still as the museum quiets down. "Micheal, I need you to check out everyone. I will take the west side you take the east, we will meet in the middle."

Micheal nods, clicking on his flashlight. "The glass will hold?"

"I tested it myself." Henry nods.

#immortal micheal afton #micheal afton #william afton #henry emily #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

[owomonsterwrites]

Whos the first blue team member to bring a random pet home

so, i misread the ask and made an entire hc list, so that's bonus content.

its Sam, Sam is a spartan, Hes strong and the largest spartan of all his siblings, but he melts at the sight of a cute animal. think of the clip from monkie kid and sun wukong is about to fight but sees something so cute and goes "omg no I can't it's so cute wtf" yeah that's Sam, he just. cannot say no to the creature's cute face. I'd like to imagine that he at some point brings home a huragok. rookie 2.0/j 



but... all of them would at some point find an animal and want to take it home, none of them would have the heart to leave a stray on the side of the road... but I can imagine Linda strolling in, a quiet laser gun sound can be heard from inside her jacket, and out she pulls out an entire baby crocodile...

for the sake of continuity, the animal is a cat in the hcs.

Kelly: hey Linda. whatcha got there?

Linda: *sips a smoothie while holding said baby crocodile* a smoothie.

(Disclaimer- don't take crocodiles home. please, if you find a wild animal like a crocodile call your local wildlife sanctuary/rescuers)

john if he did find a stray cat make sure to find a safe place for it, or a shelter. and if no shelter is available, maybe depending on the animal it could be added to the arsenal of the bases cat army (rodent exterminators) hed find a fluffy cat, maybe a Norwegian forest cat (just giving you a reference of the level of fluffy) it's a big lump of love.

Fred is aksdaskldg big softie, if he found a stray cat, he'd want to keep it, and if Hes allowed would name it something silly like a cheese grater or something lol, if he couldn't id think much like john, he'd find a good home for the animal, maybe pay it some visits. i like the think the stray/wild animals in the cities love him, local pigeon man. hed find the cat that's the weirdest. its old, ugly, and dumb. Fred loves this cat

Kelly. finds the animal, keeps it no matter what. her cat now. that cat is now a part of blue team and is their mascot. spoils this cat, like the cats you see on TikTok who get groomed monthly, have gold chains and off-white shirts, who needs a cat bed when you can give them a small human bed? spoiled cat. baby.

Sam is the "okay stay here!" runs home and asks to keep it and if he can, runs all the way back and picks the kitty up and heads home. treats the cat like royalty, if the cat wishes to be fed, they are fed. whatever the lord wants. probably an old cat, going senile and deaf but is happy as pie to be a pet to the group of oversized toddler's soldiers.

Linda... Linda is more likely to bring an entire flock of pigeon's home... pigeon lord of the cities. but because were going with cats, she brings home a demon cat that only likes her. much like my pet cat minxy, the demon cat only likes to be brushed by Linda. and when this cat graces you with its presence and decides to sit on you, don't you dare leave. move and the claws are out. you're stuck where you are.

add your thoughts if you want! i would love to hear them :)

[mirrorballtales]

I’m drunk so this won’t make sense. Probably. Or it might. Oh I had way too much to drink. I forgot the last time I had a drink? Can you believe that?

I hope my hair does not have the memory of a crackling fire. I hate that smell. Alright maybe I can’t finish this mulled wine. I’m about to gag. I joke with people - I’m a cheap girl - one drink and I’m drunk. Two drinks and I’m done. Three and I’m gone.

Ugh Bill Maher is on tv. What a buzzkill. I used to love and admire him. I still do except when he goes on his old-man rants about things that are actually not something to set aside. Excuse the fuck out of people for being angry about Palestine. Excuse the fuck out of me for calling out outdated notions that were ineffective and damaging then and now. Being whatever age he is does not equate absolute wisdom. See it makes me angry. I admire him. He really does fall out both sides and doesn’t care who likes him. I love and admire that. But the obsession he has with Islam, Arab countries, and dogpiling on young people who are fed up and doing exactly as he does is exhausting. It only comes off as a grouchy, cranky, stubborn Scrooge.

I consider myself an activist. If you ask anyone who knows me. I mean really knows me at my core they’ll tell you I am the first one in the frontlines. Not because I think I’m great I don’t. In fact I think I’m quite the opposite and if I can make up for that fact by fighting for everyone else then I will. Guess where I was since I was 18? In every march, on your phone, name in petitions, the pushing of bills, calls with senators and representatives. This is who I’ve always been. From my first taste of student council in 5th grade, to Student Body President in 8th grade, and Captain my senior year, my default setting is making change. It’s in my being. It is who I am. It is challenging the status quo. Educating. Advocating. And fighting. But there’s only so much I can do. I’m sometimes frozen. So many times I’m screaming inside. I’ll never forget the night Trump won. That sickening feeling as a young women, knowing what I had to brace myself for a new kind of hell. This big bad man now in the most powerful seat in the world. And no one was going to help us. Always have to do it ourselves right? I remember coming to class to my late Professor, Dr. Kohlmier. A class of Critical Analysis now having a real life case to study. How a chauvinist, bigoted, lying, dangerous man who bragged about grabbing women by the pussy was now in power. As someone who has had to survive sexual assault can you imagine how sickening that was? The reinforcement that they always win? How quickly they forget. Always busy helping themselves. Always having to do it ourselves. I can never and will never forget that sickening feeling that night. Having peers tell me they can’t wait to tell me what to do with MY body! MY BODY! Do you know how tiring it is as a women to fight and fight and fight and have everything stripped from you.

Apart from being a fucking moron what can you gain from him. A fraud. A failed business man. A delusional, senile, overinflated, self-serving, narcissistic predator. Nothing. He doesn’t believe his own lies. He doesn’t care about Christian nationalists. He only wants their money. He could give a fuck about guns and your second amendment. But you believe it and so like a sheep you tell yourself to go with him.

But look at the other option? Biden? His mind is no longer what it once was. It’s clear and undeniable. He can’t possibly serve another four years. This is what we’re stuck with. As a thirty year old I’m supposed to give my future to 80 year olds who could give a fuck if I can buy a house, survive in this broken down economy, wonder if I’ll survive a school sh**ting. Wonder if I get to decide my reproductive rights. Explain to me why I, a women, should be beholden to the wits of centennial men who can’t remember if they brushed their teeth this morning or not. What do I do? Go out and march again? Scream that if I want a fucking abortion I’ll have one. That if I want to survive a dangerous pregnancy I have the right to terminate it. Explain to me how this game isn’t rigged?

I’ll give my life if I have to before I ever live in a dictatorship.

Oh I have thoughts. Listen I’m drunk not stupid. No one wants who I think should run for president. And no it’s not Taylor. I think this person is actually intelligent, charming, strong-willed, informed, and best of all NOT 80 years old. I would vote them in in a heartbeat.

Alright I’m done preaching.

[gaykarstaagforever]

Sean Hannity did a "sit down" with Mike Johnson, a man whose name I keep forgetting a minute after I've looked it up for the 12th time. Politico has a "listicle" of the 12 key points, where we can get a "peek into his thinking."

What this ACTUALLY is is a promo bit so Mike can show America how white and folksy he is, and Hannity can set him up to give hard-right approved soundbites, reassuring the fascists he's still quietly one of them. Important work for the good of the country, all 'round.

Let's waste time on this, shall we?

"Biden is senile." Zing. They literally have nothing else, except that he has also, sometimes, been awkwardly weird to women and children. But they can't talk about that, because being awkward and weird to women and children is a GOP plank.

And yes, it is a "failed presidency." Because the Democrats said that about Trump's tenure, so the GOP has to say it about Biden. Because political attacks are identical to when an 8 year old yells, "No, YOU are!"

This is also a dog-whistle about how POCs and queer people are still allowed to walk the street without being terrorized, and we should all go to men's retreats and cry about how oppressed we are by it.

Yes yes, we can't support Ukraine anymore because Trump confused Twitter conspiracies for security briefings, and now the mainline GOP has to pretend it makes any sense that the Ukrainian Illuminati wanted to hack voting machines in the Deep South.

He could have at least found a conspiracy theory by someone who actually knows what a Ukraine is. And what corruption there actually looks like. But Trump does research by half-paying attention to Fox News while he's eating his chicken McNuggets, so it was bound to go this way.

I like how Mike is only anti-Putin insofar as it affects his racism against the Chinese. At least, publicly. He has to understand what a genuine threat Putin really is. But like half his party right now loves Putin because only Putin can stop those Ukrainian Illuminati from hacking rural Georgia voting machines. A GOOD person would, you know, call that bullshit out. But since Mike did treason by refusing to certify a free and fair election, Mike is obviously not a good person.

Like hell you do. If it was up to these people, they'd draft every 17 year old in the country to go kill Muslims, to make them too busy to watch videos on the internet that point out how gross and evil Conservatism is. I mean, Kim Reynolds did her best trying to force them offline by making it legal for them to serve martinis to handsy lawyers at 1 am. But at this point, she can't mandate that.

Yeah, Mike, I'm sure the reason you don't want to give money to poor Muslims is only because of how insensitive their own leaders are to them. Funny, then, how your party is the one claiming how it is automatically antisemitism when someone dares to suggest Israel shouldn't have free reign to turn a city of 600,000 poor Muslims into a Moon crater.

...Almost like something else is at play, here.

Also I don't disagree that letting Hamas get US funds would turn into Hamas buying weapons with it.

...Weapons that were probably originally produced by US weapons manufacturers. And they have NO IDEA how they even got there!

The irony of a Far Right Conservative being wary that someone violent wants to buy guns.

"No, it was YOU that committed high crimes and misdemeanors!"

How are people who committed treason against the State allowed to punish other people for breaking its laws? What version of high school civics does Louisiana teach?

I think they just yell "White Power!" and throw a football at your head.

Hey, I'm in Pennsylvania. It's basically the same thing here. Just if you catch it here, they reward you with a Hershey bar.

Yeah, only white people should have globe-spanning empires, because ours are inherently benevolent and our guns bring freedom! Or whatever weird twists the Conservative mind makes to justify why only WE get to do stuff.

Note that the only reason we "hate" China is because they want to make all the money we are currently making, screwing around with other people's shit. That's why we must stand firm astride the world. So guys in New York have the exclusive rights to squeeze money out mines in Indonesia and Malaysia and Sub-Saharan Africa. A noble endeavor, surely worth the ever-present risk of American military lives!

Also this obviously takes the form of a racism that exoticizes and dehumanizes everything China does, because how dare they not keep to their place? But Mike wasn't overt with that here.

Give him a minute.

Remember how Republicans changed the rules into something stupid so McCarthy could be Speaker, but then it turned out to be so stupid it cost him the Speakership, and plunged House leadership into chaos? Now that Mike is in charge, he wants to change the rules AGAIN, because now the stupid they thought was good turns out to be bad.

Because House Republicans run any elections they are in charge of like 7 year olds playing superhero, changing the rules after the fact and demanding a redo every time they don't get exactly what they want.

The problem is, when you pull that shit with a Presidential election, that's called "an attempted coup," and it's treason.

Which Mike was involved in. So no surprise that as House Leader, here he goes again, treating election rules like laser eyes you can't have anymore because it's not fair.

As for the stopgap spending thing, any GOP Speaker would parrot this, about how he'll bravely shut down the government until Biden stops giving poor trans students 2% milk instead of toilet water, or whatever their misreading if the Old Testament demands this season.

Guy who committed treason is suddenly Mr. Law and Order when it means he can worm out of having to try and refight the gay marriage issue. We know he is anti-queer and proud of it, so this is mostly him declaring that he thinks there are more important culture war battles at the moment than reinstating the official legal definition of two dudes kissing as "icky."

He surely wants to do that. It's just a "not right now" thing. Right now, it is time to outlaw

That is his weiner way of saying "it's a States' Rights issue!", that thing the South ALWAYS says any time you tell them to free their slaves, or stop doing compulsory Bible study in public schools, or you mention how marrying your 13 year old cousin is actually considered child abuse now.

The only reason most of the South has electricity or phone lines is because the Fed had to pay for those, as left to their own devices, they were exercising their States' Rights to let everyone die of mining accidents in cold shacks while a handful of families spent the infrastructure money on fancy dress parties. States' Rights is the immediate cry of a man who is indignant he should have to answer to anyone about anything in the first place.

And now with Roe overturned, he doesn't have to. The South and Midwest can legally turn a fertilized womb into the equivalent of an ankle bracelet, and the rest of us can mind our business! ...Until Mike and his friends make abortion illegal on the federal level.

Because the appeal to States' Rights only applies when the South wants to do something gross in the name of God. If your state chooses another path, you are morally wrong and the law should force you to do as the South says God demands. Because their view of democracy is that they get to be Evangelical Popes who can dictate policy to the rest of us.

This guy is now second in line to the Presidency. Let's hope Biden and Harris doing waving tours of war zones doesn't go stupid. Because if it does...it's going to go stupid for ALL of us.

#mike johnson #gop #speaker of the house #far right #conservatives #abortion #the south #racism #politics

[ellieshouldntexist]

Cupids Chokehold-Wilbur Soot

so just bare with me for a second, ⟟ was listening to music on youtube and the song “Cupids Chokehold” by Gym Class Heros started playing and ⟟ just kept thinking about what it would be like for Wilbur to sing it about you to his stream? So now i’m writing an imagine about it. This is my first genuine Tumblr post and ⟟ don’t really get how this platform works so be nice.

let me set the scene; you’re sitting next to Wilbur in his office and he’s doing a causal “just chatting” stream with you.

“chat ⟟ recently learned the chords to this song and it reminded me a lot of Y/N and i’s relationship, and since she's here i’d like to play it for you guys and get her genuine reaction.” 

“oh god. i’m scared?”

“don’t be darling, ⟟ bet you will enjoy it”

“Take a look at my girlfriend, she’s the only one ⟟ got”

“Not much of a girlfriend, ⟟ never seem to get a lot”

you start so smile and admire your boyfriends elegant singing voice.

“its been some time since we last spoke, this is gonna sound like a bad joke but mama ⟟ fell in love again, its safe to say ⟟ have a new girlfriend”

“and ⟟ know it sounds so old, but cupids got me in a chokehold and i’m afraid ⟟ might give in, towels on the mat, my white flag is wavin’“

“⟟ mean she even cooks me pancakes and alka seltzer when my tummy aches”

you think of how you wake him up with fresh pancakes every chance you get and the amount of times you've had to nurse him back to health after he eats too many.

“if that ain’t love then ⟟ don’t know what love is”

“we even got a secret handshake, and she loves the music that my band makes”

LOVEJOY !!

“⟟ know i’m young but if ⟟ had to choose her or the sun id be one nocturnal son of a gun”

oh wilbur, you already are one nocturnal son of a gun

“take a look at my girlfriend, she’s the only one ⟟ got”

“not much of a girlfriend, ⟟ never seem to get a lot”

“its been a while since we talked last and i’m trying hard not to talk fast but dad i’m really thinkin’ ⟟ may have found the one, the type of girl that will make you proud of your son”

at this point you are literally blushing so hard and chat is going feral.

“and ⟟ know you heard the last song, about girls that didn’t last long, but ⟟ promise this is on a whole new plane, ⟟ can tell by the way she says my name”

literally any of his songs can apply to this statement.

“⟟ love it when she calls my phone, she even got her own ringtone”

“if that ain’t love then ⟟ don’t know what love is.”

“its gonna be a long drive home but ⟟ know as soon as ⟟ arrive home and ⟟ open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor, she’ll be back into my arms once more for sure”

“take a look at my girlfriend, she’s the only one ⟟ got”

“not much of a girlfriend, ⟟ never seem to get a lot”

“she’s got a smile that would make a senile annoying old man bite his tongue”

“i’m not done”

“she’s got eyes comparable to sunrise, and it doesn't stop there, man ⟟ swear, she's got porcelain skin of corse she's a ten, and now she’s got her own song”

“but movin’ on”

“she's got the cutest laugh i’ve ever heard and we can be on the phone for three hours not sayin’ one word and ⟟ would still cherish every moment, and when ⟟ start to build my furniture she's the main component.”

“call it dumb luck, call it love or whatever you call it but everywhere ⟟ go ⟟ keep her picture ⟟n my wallet like here”

you show chat how he literally has a polaroid of the two of you in his wallet.

“take a look at my girlfriend, she's the only one ⟟ got”

you grab his face and give him the biggest kiss before melting into his arms

“⟟ don’t know about you chat but ⟟ think she enjoyed it?”

you'll end up seeing clips of this on twitter forever, twt thinks this is the cutest thing ever.

ANYWAYS HOW WAS MY FIRST TUMBLR POST HAHAHA

#wilbur #wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dream smp #dream smp x reader #imagine #fanfic

[achillean-heel]

Day One of writing covers to songs with my pronouns because let's be real no ones gonna write a song with my pronouns

Ba ba da da

Ba ba da da

Ba ba da da

Ba ba da da

Ba ba da da

Take a look at my joyfriend

He's the only one I got (ba ba da da)

Not much of a boyfriend

I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been some time since we last spoke

This is gonna sound like a bad joke

But momma I fell in love again

It's safe to say I have a new joyfriend

And I know it sounds so old

But cupid got me in a chokehold

And I'm afraid I might give in

Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'

I mean he even cooks me pancakes

And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches

If that ain't love then I don't know what love is

We even got a secret handshake

And xe love the music that my band makes

I know I'm young but if I had to choose xem or the sun

I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun

Take a look at my joyfriend

He's the only one I got (ba ba da da)

Not much of a boyfriend

I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my joyfriend

He's the only one I got (ba ba da da)

Not much of a boyfriend

I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast

But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one

Type of guy that will make you way proud of your son

And I know you heard the last song about the guys that didn't last long

But I promise this is on a whole new plane

I can tell by the way he says my name (ba ba da da)

I love it when xe call my phone

He's even got xyr very own ringtone

If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)

It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home

And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor

He'll be back into my arms once more for sure

Take a look at my joyfriend

She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)

Not much of a boyfriend

I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

He's got a smile that would make the most senile

Annoying old man bite his tongue

I'm not done

Xe've got eyes comparable to sunrise

And it doesn't stop there

Man I swear

He's got porcelain skin of course he's a ten

And now he's even got xyr own song

But movin' on

He's got the cutest laugh I ever heard

And we can be on the phone for three hours

Not sayin' one word

And I would still cherish every moment

And when I start to build my future xyr the main component

Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but

Everywhere I go I keep his picture in my wallet like here

Take a look at my joyfriend

He's the only one I got (ba ba da da)

Not much of a boyfriend

I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my joyfriend

He's the only one I got (ba ba da da)

Not much of a boyfriend

I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

#neopronouns #ftm #nonbinary #lgbtq #transgender #trendercore #mlm #demiboy #coversong

[atinybitofau]

[ateez] H O N G J O O N G ➣ baby daddy au

IF THE WORLD GIVES YOU A SECOND CHANCE, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

warnings: no cut was added. (mobile edit),

a/n: I’m back bizzes

• you appreciated the things you had,

• the things given to you.

• you were never a ‘taking for granted’ kind of girl,

• rather..

• a more ‘taken for granted’ kind of woman.

• and it’s just basic morale—

• ..right?

• cause no person should ever fail to satisfy another’s needs even if that meant sacrificing yourself.

• and not once did you ever dwell on that idea that maybe you did let too many people take advantage of you.

• but by no means would you ever consider sacrificing your daughter by means for satisfying yourself.

• not when her father died the day after she was born.

• him already in a critical condition.

• no your daughter doesn’t deserve that even if you didn’t either.

• “Kei, say hi to appa, baby.”

• you glance at his picture by his grave,

• letting your two year old daughter stumble to place a bouquet of flowers by his frame.

• “It’s not fair the world took you from me and her.” you whisper almost to yourself but hoping somewhere beyond the clouds he could hear. “When I loved you so much..”

• you feel like you could already hear him.

• telling you, ‘the world takes but it also gives. only if you let it’

• and you can only reply with a tear in your eye, “What could the world possibly give me? When it stripped you of a second chance. Why would it give me one?”

• you take your daughter into your arms and walk away from his grave.

• thinking you could never have the faith you once had.

• your happiness solely relying on the smiling ball of sunshine you wake up to every morning.

• and it may not be with the man that you loved more than anything.

• but your daughter meant more to you than just giving up.

• “Oh my god! I’m so sorry— I’m SO sorry.”

• you hurriedly grab your daughter swinging her by her waist and into your arms.

• giving her a pleading glare while she giggles staring at the man she carelessly clung to.

• which, might you add, was a complete stranger

• “I’m sorry. She gets quite clingy with.. good looking men.”

• your daughter had a mind of her own.

• where she lacked a man for a father, always sought one in the attractive bunch of a crowd.

• the man smiles at you though.

• full blown toothy grin before lightly patting on her head.

• “That’s alright.” his chuckle’s low and raspy looking back to her. “And what’s your name little one?”

• your normally verbal daughter suddenly reaches her arms out for him when you have to sheepishly hold her hands back.

• “Kei, stop that. You’re bothering the poor man.”

• he chuckles again. “I wouldn’t say poor. The world’s granted me more than that. I promise.”

• his words trickle your spine like a light touch from a hammer.

• tingling all sensations of both your body and brain.

• the way he talked..

• his ease of odd situations.

• reminded you of the time you first met the once love of your life.

• “She’s two.” you take yourself by surprise when you get a little brave. “She’s always so curious. Not that I deprive her of social interaction or anything but she’s so young. She likes to talk to people even though she can’t speak actual words.”

• “She’s got her own language. No biggie, we all do.” he assures. “May I?”

• you blink in sudden blubber,

• letting a complete stranger, in midst of your attraction, take your daughter into his arms.

• she smiles.

• it’s not the first time.

• but your daughter rarely smiles like that.

• not when she’s only with you.

• “Her name’s Kei.”

• “It’s a beautiful name.” the red haired man crinkles his leather jacket to get her more comfortable in his arms. “Do you want to know my name, Kei?”

• your breath comes out haggard as you watch the interaction.

• cause no matter how much you’re able to give Kei,

• she wants a male figure.

• and maybe it’s just the air of the world.

• but you realize you probably need one just as much.

• and it’s like you can hear your dead husbands words ringing again in your ear.

• cause what was it again?

• “The world can give you the best things in life. And you don’t know they exist until they actually do.” the handsome stranger hands your back your daughter, metal rings stinging at your skin when the brush against you.

• you can’t believe you hear it.

• that the words you always made up in your head formed by a man you once loved,

• exists in another form.

• “My name’s Hongjoong by the way.” he smiles at you in the most cunning way, it’s nearly senile. “I live a few streets over. If you ever need anything, the both of you, just give me a holler.”

• you don’t know what he means.

• but he manages to give you a black card and address.

• after that, he’s sucked back into the bustling crowd.

• even Kei was searching over your shoulder for where he might’ve slipped through.

• “He was a nice guy huh, sweetie?”

• she just giggles burying her face into you.

• but you’re still strung on him.

• thinking about him.

• three days after and you still can’t get your mind off him.

• you pout at the picture of your husband on your work desk hoping he might have the answers to your questions.

• “It’s so fast.” you mumble thumb grazing over his face in the frame. “The feelings.. it’s wrong. It’s not right. The world took you from me. It’s only right for me to dedicate my life to you.. right?”

• you wait a couple seconds.

• hoping you can hear your dead husband’s voice again in your head.

• but your mind’s blurred with thoughts over this new men you had only just met.

• “Kei! How was your day with grandma, sweetie?”

• she runs into your arms, your mom following suit behind her.

• Kei babbles wordless sentences and as you try to form them,

• one stands out in particular.

• “Hongjoong?”

• your mom catches your attention with a soft laugh. “We bumped into him at the grocers earlier and he recognized her right away. Said he met the both of you a couple weeks back. He seems like a good man with a sense of... liberty.”

• “What is that supposed to mean?”

• “His friends were a little out of touch with community standards.” she bites back at her smile. “They aren’t exactly bad people but—“

• “Mom...”

• “Let’s just say I wouldn’t bet the world on whether or not he’s done some immoral things, sweetie. But he just wants me to remind you the card he gave you still works. And I’m not against anything you’re given the chance to.”

• you think about your mom’s words.

• but the thought of him just gets worse.

• and all of a sudden the world does give second chances.

• with a little teeny tiny twist.

• “H-Hongjoong?!”

• you were on your way home from work when you screech your tires to a full halt,

• catching a familiar head of red hair, his abdomen bleeding out over one hand and a gun being pulled towards a string of vehicles.

• people were running.

• cars were racing.

• you were frozen when you think time did too.

• as if the world was giving you a sign right then and there.

• “HONGJOONG GET IN!”

• you have no idea what had possessed you to put yourself in this kind of place.

• but the moment his eyes found yours through the open window, he runs towards you like the world depended on it.

• eventually he takes your place behind your wheel while you apply pressure against his wound.

• but you just stare at him.

• bewildered by how you got in this position.

• somewhere in your head you can hear your dead husband telling you,

• ‘the world does give second chances. you just have to be willing to take them.’

• Kei’s asleep when you bring him home.

• you aid his wounds in silent darkness and you can feel his eyes burning into you.

• “Thank you.” he mumbles. “I was really hoping I’d do the saving before you did. After all, that was what the card was for.”

• your breath comes out like a soft laugh, “I was thinking about how I should use the card you gave me. There just wasn’t a perfect time for it. Timing’s everything.”

• Hongjoong stands and limps from your couch after noticing the endless frames in your home.

• of your past love.

• the life you had before your husband’s life was taken from you.

• “Is this your husband?”

• you have your hands folded over your chest while admiring the sight again each time. “Yes.”

• “That yes didn’t sound all that convincing.”

• it’s like the tides were right the moment Hongjoong turned to look at you.

• as if the moon aligned with his eyes the second they fell upon yours.

• “He uh.. he passed away when Kei was born. He was sick already. When I met him. The timing was just a little off.”

• “A little?” he makes the moment humorous in his own way, making your heart flutter at the sound. “I’m sorry... That the world was cruel to you.”

• you can’t stop the feeling.

• it’s not in your line of morality how you feel about Hongjoong.

• he reminds you so much of a man you fell in love with.

• or maybe that wasn’t the case at all.

• he’s just a man who deserves a second chance just as much as you do.

• “My girlfriend died in a prostitution ruse back in ‘16. I know what it feels like. The heavy burden of moving on. From the world taking what you thought was your everything.”

• “Away?”

• “Forever.” he sits back on your couch rubbing at his hands. “And it sucks. Cause for 6 years, I got myself into a mess I can’t exactly get out of. I kind of stopped looking for my second chance too.”

• you didn’t realize he stood back up.

• how close he was to you.

• you want to use the darkness as an excuse.

• but that excuse was W E A K.

• “How did you know I was looking for a second chance?” your voice comes out as a whisper.

• his breath fans against your lips and your eyes glance at his own.

• the way he parts them in order to speak.

• but somehow also inching in hopes to kiss yours.

• “You wouldn’t have stopped to save me if you weren’t.”

• he kisses you.

• and for something you thought was wrong felt so right.

• you never once stopped thinking about Kei’s father.

• how he mattered to you just as much Hongjoong does.

• but when the world offers a second chance like this, you can’t let it slip by you that easily.

• “I’m hoping I could be Kei’s second chance too.”

• now how could an always giving mother say no to that?

@atinybitofau

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[kawaii-kozume]

Everytime I hear Cupid Chokehold(Gym Class Heroes) all I can think is Soldezangelo.

Verse 1 is Will telling Naomi about his boys and how he's finally found people he's comfortable with and he loves so much. "If I had to choose between them or the sun(dad), I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun." because he's willing to drop everything for them, even his power source.

Verse 2 is Nico talking to Hades about them because hey, he's the only family he has left and Hades doesn't particularly care one way or another but he tries. Nico is just so happy and "I can tell by the way they say my name." and "as soon as I arrive home, open the door and throw my bag on the floor, they'll be in my arms once more."

Now the bridge is Leo about his boys. Maybe someone starts giving him shit for leaving Calypso or maybe someone is expressing "concern" about the two boys who have his heart and he responds, about Will, "He's got a smile that would make the most senile, annoying old man bite his tongue." then his "I'm not done." spat out with a hint of venom then he continues about Nico "He's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten." and my favorite Leo line!!!!: "When I start to build my future they're the main component" because Leo's never been in one place for long and I hc he has fear around settling!! This line!!!

Okay, that was long sorry, lmao 😅

#soldezangelo #solangelo #valdangelo #soldez #dri speaks

[soclonely]

The Clones as types of grandmas/old ladies

Rex- The grandma raising her grandkids. Seriously though guys this is a special breed of grandma and we appreciate them so much.  Echo- Old fashioned granny with the cardigan and glasses on the chain. Fives- The Memaw (MY GRANNY!!!). Southern, fun, stuffs you with goodies.  Jesse- The grandma that flirts with the young waiters for you when you go out to eat, trying to find you a man. (also, one of my grandmothers lmao) Kix- The Glamma! She is fabulous and knows it. SHe will give you a hug when her nails are dry sweetie. Tup- The granny with a solid 20 cats.  Dogma- The grumpy grandma with knicknacks and who smells like mothballs. Hardcase- Senile grandma. When you were younger you thought it was cool. Now its... slightly terrifying.  Coric- The grandma that makes you eat even when you aren’t hungry Bly- Sporty Grandma! Comes to all of your games decked out in support gear!  99- sweet granny with the gross hard candys in her purse. You feel bad for not taking it so you struggle Cody- The wise granny that knows everything. Advice giver Waxer and Boil- too many grandkids to count. we stopped at 28 Wolffe- Rock and roll biker granny.  Sinker and Boost-  gardening granny. The overwhelming smell of flowers and manure she uses to fertilize her garden  Hunter- Grandma in the park that you see feeding the birds Wrecker- Granny that always slips you a 20 or two when you give her a hug Tech- The judgemental granny you always disappoint Crosshair- granny in the swamp, overalls and a shot gun across her lap with a nice jug of moonshine next to her rocker

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[dearcat1]

(One night stand)

(Chapter 2)

(3/3)

Xanxus wishes he could just fuck off from the Iron Fort already. He has more important shit to do than entertain Timoteo’s attempts at reconciliation. Who gives a shit that the senile man is old and one foot in the grave already? Xanxus knows this, he doesn’t need to be told. Contrary to popular belief, he’s not keeping the old man at bay out of pettiness, he just has no interest in fixing up a relationship that would require Xanxus to bow his head and follow blindly. Fuck that.

Still, Xanxus is not unaware of how insistent Timoteo has been lately. He’s not ignorant as to why, either. Xanxus hasn’t exactly been subtle. He did shower before coming but smell lingers on fabric and this particular set of clothes had been in her closet. The old man wants grandchildren and Tsunayoshi isn’t budging. The irony doesn’t escape Xanxus’s notice, either. Just the fact that Lussuria and Fran are already on their way is keeping Xanxus in place.

That, and common sense. Xanxus has his pride but he’s mellowed out in the last few years, partly because he’s less of an angsty teenager nowadays. He’s learned to stop searching for validation in other people’s regard of him. With that, it comes the fact that he’s ceased to give a fuck about what Timoteo wants or hopes for. It’s made his life easier even if it hadn’t exactly soothed his temper. What soothes his temper is her, which is something of a surprising development but Xanxus isn't one to doubt himself. 

As a Sky, Xanxus is possessive. He knows who he wants and how to go about getting them. As an alpha, he's also protective. Though not many people believe it, Xanxus can be patient. He's not an idiot, he knows Michelle realizes he's a mafia boss. She's not scared of it but it means Xanxus has to wait. He's fine with simply letting her slowly get used to the realization that this is not a one night stand. Though he does find it amusing how she can claim this as casual in the same breath as she demands more attention or complains that he's taken too long between scentings. 

He's made it a point to have his things in her place, from hidden guns to a toothbrush and she doesn't bat an eyelash. Why Michelle is so reluctant to note they're both serious about this, Xanxus isn't sure it's a good idea for him to know. Still, Xanxus knows what he wants, even if fucking Squalo realized first. It took Xanxus noticing that the Varia call her 'princess' for him to finally get a hint but still… he's settled himself by her side since then. 

And now a puppy, it feels right. Xanxus hadn't thought about this before but as soon as he had the information, it had sent a bolt of electricity down his back. A big part of him wants to stalk out of the Iron Fort and beeline to his omega, claim her properly and keep her safe and secure under him. The mental image of her, fat with his pup on her belly is doing things to him. But Xanxus isn't an idiot and though he has his pride, some things matter more. They can't keep this from Timoteo forever, as much as Xanxus would like it that way. But they can keep it from him for long enough that he can do nothing about it.

There's only one quick way to override Timoteo, however. And quick is what Xanxus is aiming for, since he has an omega to take care of. And a puppy on the way. Xanxus needs to talk to Tsunayoshi, which smarts but not as much as it used to, years ago. Xanxus scoffs, not needing to pretend his annoyance, and stands, leaving the old man sitting by himself by the garden table. Nothing out of the ordinary there, it should be safe enough. Xanxus going to Tsunayoshi's office for an escape is not out of character either.

Xanxus doesn't bother to knock because he's never done so before. He closes the door softly behind him and turns to eye Tsunayoshi, now grown and dependable in a way Xanxus hadn't been able to see in him all those years ago. 

"Managed to give him the slip?" Tsunayoshi asks, gesturing at the couch without looking up.

"Yeah," Xanxus stalks to the liquor instead, serving a cup of that fruity brand of wine Tsunayoshi enjoys and setting it down by the man's hand.

Tsunayoshi blinks at the offering, looking up at Xanxus and blinking again at his bare throat but he doesn't comment on the show of submission. It makes Xanxus grateful, he feels awkward enough doing it as it is. Tsunayoshi grabs the cup, not yet lifting it to his lips. "What is it, Xan?"

"My omega is pregnant," Xanxus murmurs, just loud enough for Tsunayoshi to hear.

"Ah," Tsunayoshi stands, raising the cup to his lips. "I'll deal with Timoteo," he cups Xanxus's bared throat, thumb pushing his chin up. "Use my name if you need to."

"Thank you," Xanxus licks his lips, unused to this sort of thing when he's on this side of it but grateful to have one less thing to worry about. 

The hand around his throat tightens for a moment before letting go. "I'll cover for you," Tsunayoshi smiles quickly, "go. Keep me updated, Xan."

"Yeah, yeah," Xanxus huffs, stepping away from the desk before turning around, already planning to leave. "See you later."

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#fanfiction #khr #xanxus #katekyo hitman reborn #xanxus/oc #one night stand au #a/b/o

[meirimerens]

Do you think if the Metal Gear Solid movie is based off the 1998 game, do you think it’d be a romance/action flick? With a random obligatory love scene between Meryl and Solid Snake?

I know the director would have to appease a large general audience, possibly a large percentage who’ve never heard of the game before. I just don’t know how I’d feel about Snake and Meryl hugging each other without clothes on.

Do you think the director will make Ocelot ambidextrous, do you think Ocelot will still be fighting for Big Boss or just turn out to be some senile old-man who has a torture complex and doesn’t know where he is half the time?

I just hope Otacon isn’t some random guy Snake says “hi” to and never talks to again.

For some reason I’m worried about this film, but maybe it’ll surprise me and many fans and turn out really good.

you have come to discuss and i’m so happy. replying under the cut because i’m kinda

Do you think [the movie]’d be a romance/action flick with a random obligatory love scene between Meryl and Solid Snake?

It better not fucking be. I’m gonna say it, it better not fucking be. the director seems to really love the source material and MGS, as a Game, is. not about Romantic Love (well. not Heterosexual Romantic Love. ask me about my feelings on how lesbian love (through SLove and Joy) and gay love (through... y’know) are the driving salvating forces of MGS) so i do think AND hope he wouldn’t do the movie and the source material dirty like that.

MGS does have some Flirtatious Moments between Meryl and Snake but not only do their relationships ultimately fail (LOL) these moments are also kinda awkward and gawky. it’s a sad truth that Hollywood Really Likes its Man And Woman Look At Each Other And Kiss scenes but i do hope the director will overcome this formula + IN THIS DAY AND AGE I MUST SAY. Meryl is canonically 18 in MGS. this makes hers and Snake’s relationship Not That Great and with a heavy power imbalance. Meryl’s youth is also important to her character because it’s the fact that she’s so young which makes her behave how she does in MGS. however, in the year of our Lady 2020, women have spoken about large age gaps between characters in movies, and how it’s part of a bigger problem (i could elaborate oooh i could so bad). having a Kiss Scene would mean a number of things, you either:

A. have a young Meryl as she is, and the scene is uncomfortable, creepy, + the age gap between THE REAL LIVING ACTOR AND ACTRESS is fucked up.

B. you age up Meryl and you take away from her a crucial reason why she is the way she is.

C. you acknowledge it’s kinda Freaky and you either remove intense romantic scenes or you keep em as the awkward back-and-forth there is in MGS, with, as you’ve noticed, NO KISS. THEY NEVER KISS. YAAAY.

(I know the director would have to appease a large general audience, possibly a large percentage who’ve never heard of the game before.  I just don’t know how I’d feel about Snake and Meryl hugging each other without clothes on.)

I’m deeply aware a number of Gamers who had MGS when they were little will be VERY attached to Meryl As The Love Interest, but as you can guess, as 1. a dyke 2. a human person 3. a pair of eyes i’m like. not fucking excited about it. the best way (for me) to go about it is like. acknowledge Meryl is blinded by her youth and seeing The Legend. if we get a sex scene? an implied-sex scene? simply i am rioting. i am not witnessing sir Oscar Isaac’s ass on my screen.

Do you think the director will make Ocelot ambidextrous, do you think Ocelot will still be fighting for Big Boss or just turn out to be some senile old-man who has a torture complex and doesn’t know where he is half the time?

Not sure about the ambidexterity, I do think it’d be fucking funny for Ocelot to drop his gun like in that one Twin Snakes scene. One of the things that i think is going to be hard for the movie is Lay Out the Lore, IF they go the “be as faithful to the source material as possible”, so showing 1. who’s big boss 2. why is ocelot here is going to be.... Interesting To See. showing ocelot as a senile old man would be a great disservice to the fans because he’s deeply loved and a great disservice to the source material because he’s like emblematic and one of the most implicated characters. if the director loves MGS as much as he says he does he MUST have seen the interviews in which Kojima says Big Boss and Ocelot shared “pure love” since the moment they met, so... c’mon boy it’s going to be 2021 you can give us the Lighting Of Cigar in a flashback. you know you can.

I just hope Otacon isn’t some random guy Snake says “hi” to and never talks to again. 

Otacon is literally SO emblematic to the franchise i do not think the director, as a Fan, would do him dirty, but then y’know. i can be surprised. in a bad way. even if the movie is focused on MGS (1998) and doesn’t touch on MGS2 where snake and hal already. live together apparently or MGS4 where they raise a child together, i do not think hal will just have a small role. like... he’s GOTTA be important. i would pray if i did that they do not discard him for Meryl because she’s the Love Interest because Hal is canonically the one who stays by Snake until the end of his life. ADD: I understand they could very much Go Their Own Ways and make something Different but then... why make an MGS movie. why not make a movie with new people. new characters. new settings. you feel.

For some reason I’m worried about this film, but maybe it’ll surprise me and many fans and turn out really good.

you’re perfectly in your rights to be, and I am too. as I’ve said I’d much rather have had an animated movie, or even an animated mini-series. I hope it brings more love to the original materials. I hope it doesn’t turn out an umpteenth Action/Romance movie. I’d pray for it to turn out right but that’s not the type of relationship me and my watchers have.

#thank you so much for letting me air my grievances. feel free to ask more shit #about the mgs movie #i prolly have more shit to say that i didn't because #i forgot. lol #neigh (blabbers) #ring ring (answers) #mgs movie thots #anonymous

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cupids chokehold (but its destiel)

Take a look at my angel He's the only one I got (ba ba da da) Not much of a boyfriend I never seem to get a lot                                                                                      It's been some time since we last spoke This is gonna sound like a bad joke But Mary, I fell in love again It's safe to say I have a new boyfriendfriend                                                            And I know it sounds so old But cupid got me in a chokehold And I'm afraid I might give in Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'                                                               I mean he gets me food And heals me when my tummy aches If that ain't love then I don't know what love is                                                        We even got a secret handshake And he loves the music on my mixtape I know I'm young but if I had to choose him or the sun I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun                                                                            Take a look at my boyfriend He's the only one I got Not much of a boyfriend I never seem to get a lot                                                                                   Take a look at my boyfriend He's the only one I got Not much of a boyfriend I never seem to get a lot                                                                                      It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one Type of guy that will make you way proud of your son                                          And I know you heard the last song about the hookups that didn't last long But I promise this is on a whole new plane I can tell by the way he says my name                                                                   I love it when he calls my phone He even got his very own ringtone If that ain't love then I don't know what love is                                                     It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home And I open the door take off my coat and throw my duffel on the floor He'll be back into my arms once more for sure                                                        Take a look at my boyfriend He's the only one I got (ba ba da da) Not much of a boyfriend I never seem to get a lot                                                                                   He's got a smile that would make the most senile Annoying old man bite his tongue I'm not done He's got eyes comparable to sunrise And it doesn't stop there Man I swear He's got porcelain skin of course he's a ten And now he's even got her own song But movin' on He's got the cutest laugh I ever heard And we can be prayin’ for three hours Not sayin' one word And I would still cherish every moment And when I start to build my future he's the main component Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here                                Take a look at my boyfriend He's the only one I got  Not much of a boyfriend I never seem to get a lot                                                                          ��        Take a look at my boyfriend He's the only one I got  Not much of a boyfriend I never seem to get a lot 

#that took too long #can you rb and put in the tags what i should do next? #it would make it feel like people #are listening to me