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marleyybluu · 9 months

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Piercings

Spooky x f!reader

Word count: 925

Warnings: Spooky being a cute daddy, talks of piercings, brief description of a child's ear being pierced, tears from both baby and dad (lol), fluff, Spooky gets a lil freaky at the end. (had to), allusions to smut. reader is not race-coded, reader speaks/understands Spanish

(not my gif. hes so fucking hot.)

“Spooky, baby, come on she’s six months. It’s easier to do it now, they say the pain won’t last as long.” You pouted at your husband. You’d been talking about piercings and earrings since you found out you were having a girl. Spooky hated it. Said you could just give her your moms old ass clip-ons and call it a day but you were not about to do your daughter like that. Plus you maaay have jumped the gun and bought lots of studs and little hoops for her.

Your husband scowled at you as he held the child in question in one hand and pushed the stroller with the other. “Pleeeease.” You begged. He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Fine,” He complied. “But I’m gonna be so pissed at you if something bad happens.” You rolled your eyes, you were sure she’d be fine. “She won’t even cry.”

“Have you seen her get a needle at the doctors? Yes she will.” He argued. But it was too late he already said yes and so you led them over to Claire’s. You browsed around until the piercer was done with her current client. Spooky smiled as his daughter’s tiny hands reached for the bow he was holding. “You already have too many bebita…. But what’s one more? Right?”

Spoiled.

While they were distracted you conversed with the piercer who assured you that the pain would be quick, she’d cry for a few seconds but she’d be completely fine after. “Yeah, try and tell my husband that. He might fight us both.” You joked. She laughed and shrugged. “All the dads are like that,” She leaned in to whisper. “Sometimes they cry more than the kids.”

Oh, you’d pay to see that.

“Just let me finish sanitizing every thing and I’ll get to you guys.”

“Alright, thanks.”

You wandered to find your little family, your daughter snug as a bug in her fathers big arms. You poked her side and she squirmed flashing you a toothless smile. “Are you ready, mi amor? We’re gonna make you look extra pretty.”

Spooky groaned. “Say Mommy I’ll always be pretty and that this idea is estúpido.” You flicked him on the back of his bald head."

"Stop teaching my child bad words."

He mocked you and flipped you off, you grabbed his finger, about to twist it off if you could but the piercer had called you guys over. You firmly planted your hand on his back and pushed him to the chair, he sat and glared at you. "Okay, so you'll sit her on your lap, one arm over her torso... like this..." She arranged his arm for him, "And hand... here." His large hand engulfing your child's head, she turned her small head to you and smiled again. "Are you ready?" You asked in your baby voice which always got her excited.

The piercer picked up her piercing gun, you cringed starting to remember what that felt like when you got your nose pierced so long ago. She gently picked up the small lobe of your daughter's ear and let it hang between the end of the earring that was jammed inside the white gun and the hole it would come through. You heard one quick click and your baby's smile turned into a frown, her tiny lip quivered and she blinked out a few tears. Her calm before the storm. Her head was turned away from you and the same thing happened, a fast click, and soon a wailing baby.

Your heart sank, maybe it was a bad idea. Your eyes met Spooky's, in them held sorrow for his baby and disdain towards you-- they were glossy and slowly reddening from his own incoming tears, he rested her head in his chest and bounced her up and down with a comforting pat on her back.

"Ohhh, mi bonita flor, I'm sorry. We're not talking to mommy anymore." He cooed kissing the top of her head. Your jaw dropped. "Oh, come oooon, Spooky."

No response. Just a look that could kill. You half-smiled. "I love you. Thank you."

He sucked his teeth and walked out of the store with your bawling baby.

-- --

The silent treatment continued when you got home, even after your daughter calmed down and forgot the whole ordeal. You held her in your arms as she slept peacefully, milk drunk as usual. Her ruby earrings sparkled as they complimented her skin tone and face shape, you smiled drawing faint circles on her arm. You felt those warm brown eyes boring into the back of your skull.

"Still mad?" You mumbled turning toward him. "Yes." He huffed. You nodded your head at your baby. "Look how fucking cute she is. Just say I was right."

Spooky leaned over to get a better look at her, her small nose twitching in her sleep. He swooned resting his hand on her little leg. "Qué bonito. Ella es hermosa." (How cute. She is beautiful.)

"Exactly." You looked down at her. "Always knew we'd make some cute ass babies."

He delivered a soft kiss to your neck, his teeth nibbling at your skin and you could feel his smile against it. "Speaking of," He kissed the back of your ear. "When we gon' start trying for another."

You gasped as he pinched your thigh with his free hand. "Oscar Diaz!"

"I got my own milf walking around, you think I can control myself?" You playfully rolled and carefully eased off the couch so as not to wake your baby. "Let me put her in her crib."

"Yes!"

something quick cus i'm high asf and I've been seeing a lot of men crying when their daughters get their ears pierced and idk I just imagined spooky lmao couldn't think of a title but if yall come up with one and i like it I'll use it

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Peace and love see you in the next one✌🏾

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jazeswhbhaven · 5 months

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Hang Up Raphael, I'm gonna get to know him better ♱♡‿♡♰ (Christmas Miracle L-Card PROLOGUE Spoilers II)

Ooo he's feisty. But really he's telling you to check out the previous post before you continue ->

But if you've already checked it out, let's goo :D

*heavy breathing* Yeah uh just a moment I need to shower real quick, wait I forgot you like it dirty...uh yeah it's right here ready for you bring that hungry mouf hereeeeee *cough* OKAY so :D

We left off where he was critiquing the food from the stalls and then he turns to MC and says that little fucking line and it has me over here losing it because truly....I know he means more of like in a taunting way instead of sexual but come on Raph, pleassseeee

So Beel at this point is done with his shit lol and is saying if you aren't here for fun then clearly you're here to pick a fight. (intensely stares at Beel's sprite because his chest is looking mighty nice)

RAPHAEL WHAT

Like, I know this is just them speaking to each other on a enemies level, but something feels sexually charged here. "Want me to murder you?" "Yeah only if you let me punish you" Now my brain is swimming with enemies fucking each other and the dominance struggle and Raphael trying to top but Beel wins because he's simply just that much more powerful and stronger.

But, let me get back on task, sorry <3

So inbetween this time, Raphael challenges Beel by spitting a fucking meat bone in his direction with such force it nearly takes his head off. Which is pretty impressive if I say so myself. Amon gets trigger happy and defends his majesty but the bullets deflect? Stolas tries next bringing out a whole tommy gun and whelp all the bullets miss and start hitting the stalls instead. At this point, since I read this prologue already I understand why this is happening, though when I first read it I was like WAIT IS RAPHAEL INVINCIBLE??? Lmao Beel even brought out his whip and it didn't even get close to him. But again Beel is the one that points out that it's the christmas miracle that is stopping all the attacks. And MC is like OH WOW SO THATS WHY NOTHING IS WORKING

Raphael here tells MC to shut up and covers his ears (so neurodivergent coded, not liking sudden loud sounds lol) it's okay bby I'll get you some earmuffs.

So after it's pointed out that it's a christmas miracle, Raphael is excited and wants to test out how long they got until his attacks can go through. (A menace I swear) And Beel accepts that challenge

So Raphael points a skewer with meat on it toward Beel to mess with him and my bitey king does this sexy ass shit where he eats the entire fucking thing (and possibly Raph's hand if he chose)

I am not strong, the pervy thoughts are always in my head. "Shall we do it somewhere" is where my brain stopped processing and went back to the enemies fucking once more lmao

But it did have me wonder where Beel wanted to post up for this duel of theirs...and boy do we find out what he means...

And wham bam, Bael is escorting MC to the meeting place that Beel told him to come at night. Given that Bael is pissed off he didn't exactly say where he just gave some general ass description and they were walking around all night trying to figure out where he was lol

Oh shit, an S&M club???? Now we're talking!

In my longfic btw, I have my MC randomly visiting Avisos and I do have a specific club I headcanon that she would go to in Avisos and Amon was the one to take her and she ends up filling in for a dancer that called in and that's how Beel met her! It was sort of similar to the vibe of this club lights wise, but yeah just dancing and drinking and strippers, no kinky stuff.

But I wouldn't put it past Avisos to have a place like this and only because of the type of atmosphere it has. This is why this place would be fucking dangerous for me because I would be in and out of those clubs like mad just observing. IRL though, there are such things at Fetish Balls and what not and I don't attend those, mostly because it's for a certain crowd and meh while I do enjoy talking about kinks I do not actively participate in them with others.

Continuing on though

I'm crying because Bael is just like "Oh you haven't been?" As if someone is just gonna be visiting these kinds of clubs all the time. Surely it's normal for them but come on Bael this is adorable lol

MC does show interest in wanting to go to one and I like that it shows a bit of that pervy character that's been missing a bit. Like ngl for the most part in the main story MC has been very sheepish when I'm wanting like full on "I'm always fucking lewd like lets fuck rn pretty much" and maybe I'm putting too much expectation on MC but come on...if canon wise MC is a woman....what's so bad about her being FORWARDLY horny all the time? Show that to me please. No holding back.

Moving on,

Bael and MC go toward the commotion in the back of the club and we find out they got my bby Raphael all strapped up

Like he was struggling so hard he was creating marks and bruises from the chains on himself. Even in Michael's story he didn't struggle too much, he was just kinda sitting here with minimal resistance. It makes me wonder if between these two angels, one just knows how to conserve energy and the other is just fucking wild.

Ooop!

Well at least we know he still has that murderous energy.

Lmao fucking Beel. So he's been hitting Raph with this whip I'm guessing, you know the kind you use during impact play, and Raph is not having a great time.

Bael runs over to Beel to chew him out though about how he didn't really give specifics on where'd he be and Beel is just like :D heyyyy bestie, you're late tho.

Lmao see? lmao Bael is so fucking done with his shit.

So Beel further explains how they got Raph in there in the first place, stating that he hasn't been able to attack them so with the devils in mass numbers they were able to pin him down and drag him to the club where he was throwing a fucking fit

And Beel got the idea that well since you're already tied up might as well play with you for a little bit. Lol

This is so hot of him, I swear this prologue is hitting me on all fucking sides because not only do we have Raphael acting like a cocky bastard, we have Beel acting like a sexy bitch and my coochie can't take much more of this. My body will detach from me at this rate.

Also yeah Raphael clearly fucked up the store, he probably knew what goes on in an S&M club and didn't want to go in and the funny part is since I saw that one comic, it's possible that this triggers memories of him walking in on God and Solomon bumping booties and perhaps doing a bit of kinky things so he doesn't want to be around that because it makes him go rabid.

But that's me having my theories.

Raphael was going on about how he's gonna give everyone divine punishment once he gets out of those chains yadda ya whatever bby please keep barking at me while I call you a good boy <3

He is cute MC, I'm glad we agree on this. He's just being a brat.

I love Bael. He's having a great time watching an enemy be the subject of humiliation. Again we are getting into those questionable themes of dubcon/noncon, degradation, public humiliation, etc., and some of this may very well be too much for most players. Btw if at any time any of these subjects bother anyone, please remind me to tag them appropriately so you can avoid any posts that have this mentioned if you still enjoy my other rambles and such!! I'd like to make sure I'm being respectful of boundaries.

Back to the h0rni..... So Beel invited MC to play around with Raph first and MC plays the whole "who me?" act and Beel is like nuh uh none of that you know what I mean....and he starts doing this?????

What do you wanna do with MC/me???? *nervously sweats*

PACK IT THE FUCK UP IM SWALLOWING HIS COCK IN FRONT OF EVERYONE IN THAT CLUB DAMMIT

I am so fucking serious that they make Beel so deliciously lewd....like it's bad enough Satan and Mammon carry their own energy of horny, but this devil right fucking here is overflowing with it. The fact that MC is always fucking wet around him is proof in the pudding.

The whole S&M club will have to wait on me playing with my angel bby because Beel has been teasing this entire prologue and I'm about to bust it's not even funny.

But, alas MC is agreeing to play with Raphael...and with the gifts that Beel gave them for christmas as an idea. But alas...

Raph is not having it...not one fucking bit lol

I'd like to be delulu that he's just being bratty, but I'm really interested in the story so I can see how it is that we arouse him because he's so against it at first....maybe there's just something about MC's touch that the angels are unable to withstand? And also his card shows those piercings and since Beel is known for his piercings....I wonder if he did that to him. But I'll never know unless someone shares spoilers of the story on here or on reddit or something T^T

pstttt if you have his card somehow and don't mind sharing with me I'd be forever grateful

So it cuts off here on Raph's prologue which honestly I think ran a bit longer than Mike's, but at the same time I noticed they didn't show his sprite dressed up like his card and I wonder if it's possibly because it will show up later like that with him wearing the ball gag and stuff. I'm happy for you all to sit with me through another prologue playthru <3 There's more to post (these take me well over an hour to create phew...I'm still working on Beel's event and that may be a 3 parter tbh because of how long it is) See you next time (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡-your lovely admin

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb raphael #game playthrus🖤#whb event #raphael blurbs👼#beel is so hot in this i swear #you'll be seeing a lot of beel brain rot in this post

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shawtuzi · 2 years

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i didn’t expect this to be so long but idc here’s some plug!eren hc’s bc i’m feening for him and i need him extremely bad

minors dni/// cw include: drug use, smut (there’s a little gun kink in here i’m sorry), fluff, black coded reader but you picture her anyway you’d like <333

- you found him through connie extremely intrigued when you found out he was mobile 24/7

- the first time you bought from him he threw in a little extra something bc he claimed he did it for all the newbies that shop from him (but he’s a liar he did it bc you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen obvi)

- his shit is phenomenal you were higher than a kite and now understood why everyone shopped from him

- about the eighth time you’ve bought from him he finally had the courage to ask if you wanted to match and by match he meant he supplies everything

- ofc you said yes and made the horrible mistake of trying to out smoke him homeboy was ready for the fourth blunt and poor you was hanging on for dear life

- the two of you steady became buddies and before you knew it you were hanging out with him almost everyday; sometimes smoking, sometimes shopping (he pays ofc even though you hate it), and sometimes playing on his ps5 absolutely destroying pedestrians on gta5

- one night the two of you were completely stoned and plug!eren was looking extra good i’m talking hair in a messy bun, hooded red eyes, and the white tank top with the slutty nike shorts combo (y’all know the one)

- it took all the courage you had to mumble a quick “you look good” and thank the lord above eren returned the energy giving you a small smirk “yeah? how good?”

- those three words had you face down ass up all night while eren did wonders with his tongue and devilish work with his dick (i know it go brazy YALL CANT TELL ME DIFFERENT)

- “that’s right ma cum on my tongue let me hear you”, “taste so fucking good why would you hide this from me?”, “ohhh shit- fuck yeah that’s right cum on my shit lemme feel you”, “gonna let me cum in you y/n? huh? gonna let me fill that pretty pussy up?”

- after a night filled with the most nastiest sloppiest sex you’ve ever had eren whispered a soft, “hope you know this ain’t a one time thing y/n you’re mine now” in your ear as you drifted off to sleep feeling more content than ever

- thus began your relationship with eren jaeger full time plug and now full time boyfriend to his needy lil gf that he absolutely adores

- plug!eren spoils the shit outta you!!! he had so much money he didn’t know what to with so why not spend it on his favorite girl?? i’m talking clothes, nail appointments, hair appointments, a nintendo switch so you can play animal crossing, and squishmallows ofc even though he thinks you have an addiction for them

- he lets you hit the block with him every once in a while and you can’t even lie it turns you on so bad knowing he’s got a piece hidden away in the glove compartment or even tucked in his sweats

- speaking of that lol one night after a sesh you sheepishly admitted to eren that it turned you on he carried a gun on him which led to you resting your head on his lap while eren slowly slid his glock between your kiss swollen lips

“you look so pretty like this baby”, “that’s it take that shit deeper i know you can”, “i bet it turns you on even more knowing it’s loaded dirty bitch”, “hm maybe i should use it on your pussy next would you like that angel?”

- plug!eren is extremely possessive and is not afraid to show it!! poor jean how to learn the hard way when he called you three times in a row and when the line finally picked up he was met with the sounds of skin slapping and your pathetic moans “she’s busy right now bro” was all that was said before the line went dead

- plug!eren rolls all the blunts the two of you smoke together convinced you just can’t learn even though secretly you’re a pro and you just like watching him do it

- plug!eren has a folder filled with naked pictures and videos of yourself and then even more of the two of you together his favorite being a video of you two fucking in his car after a hotbox

- he def has a sex playlist most of the songs being by brent faiyaz bc he stans him so so bad idc

-anytime the two of you smoke with a group you’re always sitting on his lap it doesn’t matter where you are that man will have you glued to his lap whispering all the filthy things he’s gonna do to you after you guys head back to his place

- plug!eren hates taking pictures more than anything but for you?? he’ll let you take multiple pics of him while y’all are out on a date or just simply hanging out (he secretly loves hearing you talk about how handsome he is ouuu does he love the praise)

- even though he doesn’t say it much whenever plug!eren tells you he loves you he means it with every fiber of his being and hopes you feel every ounce of love he feels for you with those three simple words

- moral of the story is plug!eren is a proud simp for you and would do literally anything for and to you <333

#eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren fluff #eren yeager imagines #eren jaeger imagines #eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger fluff #aot fluff #aot imagines #aot smut #snk eren #snk smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan imagine #eren <3 #my writing

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crownofdecitreadingrespectfully · 2 years

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TOP GUN FIC RECS

im a whore for these men. that is all.

*NONE OF THESE FICS ARE MINE. I AM NOT A WRITER. I MADE THIS SO I CAN EASILY GO BACK AND REREAD. I SIMPLY THINK THESE ARE WORKS OF ART AND DESERVE MORE LOVE.*

(my beloved writers, if you do not want your work here please message me and I will remove it -- p.s. i love you and i hope you know how talented you are <3)

Hangman

opposites attract pt.2 code baby - @topguncortez

secret girlfriend - @barbiewritesstuff

its not me, its you - @phoenixsbby

they all know, he’s in love with you - @rolycolysficrecs

lazy mornings and whatnot - @seresinhangmanjake

sunshine - @libraryofloveletters

Touch and Go - @seresinhangmanjake

Just a Little Weak - @seresinhangmanjake

douchebag jar @jupitercomet

double tap @roleycoleyreccenter

angst @whisperofsong

soft - @bradshaw-fanclub

you left me no choice but to stay here forever (right where you left me) - @sunderlust

The house that I grew up in @jupitercomet

De-instigating the Instigator ^

all this time @phoenixsbby

its all about you @bussyslayer333

she blinded me with science @wkndwlff

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Bob

things one, two, three, and four - @callsignbob

the captain’s daughter - @callsignhoney

Unorthodox Pt. 2 - @specialbrewbutterbeer

Sweet home alabama - @3tabbiesandalab

on the same page ^

The Six Times You Met Bob Floyd In School and The One Time You Didn't - @lt-natrace

The Bob Club - @stormiwaves

a sky full of glow in the dark stars @jupitercomet

I just missed you is all... @gennyanydots

enemies to lovers hc @jostystyles

the five stages of falling in love @imjess-themess

senses @bradshawsbaby

delicate @laracrofted

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Rooster

hey, bud - @callsignbob

what have you done? - @sadpetalsstuff

forever - @danny-cordray

the proposal - @thebradleybradshaw

All I Want, Forever - @bradshaw-fanclub

Liar, Liar - @callsign-milano

untitled blurb - @fitzells

a letter from the past - @rolycolysficrecs

“hey, it’s Bradley” - @domesticcaboose

it’s only my heart (save yourself) - @notroosterbradshaw

A Glimpse of Them - @bradshawsbaby

show me all the scars you hide - @bradshawsbaby

the boyfriend experience pt.2 - @notroosterbradshaw

speak now (or forever hold your peace) @softspiderling

the relationship experience @notroosterbradshaw

it was always you @tongue-like-a-razor

miscommunication @jupitercomet

5 times the bronco was a third wheel @thesewordsareallihavetogive

roosters brood pt.2 @tongue-like-a-razor

just roommates @risriswrites

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Iceman

Steamy - @callsignbob

For what it’s worth - @phoenixsbby

The Future Awaits - @make-me-imagine

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Slider

"Thinking of you" flowers @jupitercomet

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Goose

Better Girls @jupitercomet

Gold Rush @duchesstypewriter

okay so after making this i’m kinda appalled with the amount of fics i read but it is what it is lol

Updated: 12/15/23

#hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bob floyd x reader #iceman x reader #tom kazansky x reader #fic recs #top gun recs #goose x reader #nick bradshaw x reader #slider x reader

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preciousbarnes · 1 year

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Promises | Part 1/3

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: When your parents are murdered in cold blood, you turn to the most feared man on the east coast for answers.

Word count: 2.4k

Tags: Violence, discussion of murder, graphic scene, hurt/comfort (it was a murder yall, its not pretty but I dont think I described it too graphically), Google translate used for the Russian, mafia themes.

You found yourself in a dark and quiet bar tonight, the smell of top shelf liquor and cigar smoke prominent the second you walked through the door. You were anxious of course, but anyone with a shred of common sense would be nervous about meeting the one known as the Winter Soldier. At least, you hoped to talk to him tonight. You slowly approached the bar, remembering the code your father had once told you, in case you ever found yourself in this position.

“Я ищу зимнего солдата” you softly say to the bartender, earning a subtly surprised expression. I’m looking for the winter solder, you had said.

The bartender sets down the glass he was drying, and walks away and through a back door, which you’re certain leads to the the office of the man you seek. After a few moments, the bartender returns, followed by a tall, blonde man. He was strong, all muscle, his face serious but had an undertone of friendliness. You were unsure if it was genuine or not. You never can be sure about mobsters, despite how kindly your father had always spoken of the Winter Mob. Especially now, that your family had been wronged so brutally.

“What is your business here, miss? We don’t see many women around these places,” He says, voice smooth like velvet, carrying the whispers of a Brooklyn accent.

“Mr. Barnes knows my parents. They’re the owners of the bakery on the corner of Southeast Avenue. Something happened, and I need to speak with Mr. Barnes. I need answers.” You say, voice surprisingly stern even though your insides felt like they were shaking like a leaf.

Once you mention the establishment your parents ran, the tall blondes eyes light with understanding.

“Ah yes, your parents are very good people. We know them well. You must be their daughter. If it is truly something serious, please, follow me,” He says, stepping aside as he holds the door for you. You walk down a long and dimly lit corridor in silence, being led by the man. This is when you notice the weapons strapped to his hips. He is dressed in the mobs characteristic all black clothing they were known for, with two guns, one on each him, strapped to him. He also wore a shoulder holster, holding a smaller pistol and two knives. He looked lethal, but had surprised you with his professional but friendly manner.

As you get closer to the door at the end of the hall, you hear the soft tones of jazz coming from inside the office, a deep and quiet hum accompanying it. The unnamed blonde knocks softly, before opening the door.

The office is also dimly lit only by a small desk lap. There were stacks metal file cabinets around the room, holding what you were sure to be decades of files on everything mob related you could imagine. The Winter Mob was known for their organization and wide depth of knowledge. The floor was a deep, rich wood, the wallpaper elaborate and stunning. Everything about the office screamed luxury.

At the desk in the center of the room sat the most dangerous man on the East Coast. Bucky Barnes, head of the Winter Mob. He wore a fitted black suit, with a black dress shirt as well. His hair was short, and he had a slight stubble on his jaw. He was a handsome man, but for every bit he was handsome, you knew he was also deadly. You involuntarily shivered at the thought of all he is involved with, and now here you were, on a mission for information.

He looked up, eyes taking you in, trailing over your face, then down your body, and back up before he spoke.

“What can I do for you, doll? Bad boyfriend you want taken care of?” He asks in a deep voice, with a slight chuckle, already making assumptions about you. It wouldn’t have been the first time a young woman had come to him for help getting out of a relationship. Little did you know, he always helped in those situations, for no cost. He was raised to respect women, to cherish them. Whenever he could, he would help women get away from men who didn’t understand that.

“No, Mr. Barnes. You know my parents. You helped them with a loan, to keep their bakery afloat. The little one on the corner of Southeast Avenue,” You explain, hoping that he will know who you’re talking about. You know he works and helps a lot of different people, so it’s hard to say if he will specifically know your parents. All you can do is hope.

At the mention of the bakery, Bucky gives a small but honest smile.

“Yeah, I do. They make the best cream puffs on this side of the U.S, I swear. How are they?” He asks you, as he leans back a bit in his chair.

“They’re dead.” You say, voice breaking on the word ‘dead’. It was still a raw wound on your heart, and still difficult to say out loud. It still felt like you were in a bad dream.

His visibly shocks Bucky. His eyebrows furrow together and his jaw drops open slightly.

“What?” He asks, softly. Unknown to you, since you were mostly away in the big city working, Bucky really loved your parents. He thought they were good, honest people. He himself stopped in twice a week to visit, always ordering a small black coffee and two cream puffs. Your mother and father reminded him of his own, who he dearly missed. It was a shellshock to him to hear the two were gone so suddenly.

His blatant shock surprised you. You really thought he knew. How did he not?

“You mean, you didn’t know? I thought it was one of your goons who took them out?” You ask, confused.

Bucky and the blonde man who had led you in snorted in slight laughter at you calling his workers and family “goons”.

“Steve, will you grab the ledger book for her families loan for me?” Bucky asked, thanking the blonde who you now knew was Steve as he handed a thin bound book over to the boss.

“Doll, come here, I want to show you something,” The boss called to you, beckoning you over with a motion of his hand, as the other flipped through the pages of the small book, before coming to the end of the writing in the book.

“See here? Their debt was paid back in full to me, two years before the deadline I had set. They’ve had me paid off for a while now. They swore to me I’d see my money back, with interest, and they kept their promise to me in full. I’d have no reason to put a hit out on them, and I never would,” The mobster told you, a surprisingly soft and gentle tone contrasting his strong and tough exterior.

“I- I don’t understand. I thought surely, they must have been behind on the loan, or made you angry somehow or something. I just wanted some answers. Who- who killed my parents?” You ask, tears springing to your eyes. You thought you had originally had at least part of the answer, being who was responsible, and now you didn’t even have that.

“I don’t know, doll. But we’re going to figure it out,” He promises you, confusing you once again. This man was full of surprises to you.

“Why? Why do you want to help me?” You ask him. When you ask, he looks to you with a fire in his eyes.

“They were family. No one gets by with hurting family, doll,” His voice tells you, a dangerous edge to it.

The mafia boss quickly tells Steve to pull his car around for you both after learning you had gotten to their bar by bus. As he waited, he asked a bit about you. He wanted to know where you were staying, to which you told him the hotel. He was satisfied in knowing it was one he secretly owned. You told him about your job in New York, which you had taken a leave of absence from to come home to Brooklyn to figure this out. He nodded as you spoke, listening as you watched him grab his gun from his desk drawer, loading it before putting it in the holster strapped to his hip. He then grabbed his wallet, thick with cash you could clearly see making it bulge, shoving it in his pocket. You both turned to Steve when he returned, telling his boss the car was ready, before leading you both outside.

You both climbed into the Escalade, Steve opening and closing your door for you. After you’re both buckled in, he begins to drive.

“Where did it happen?” He asks you, eyes focused on the road.

“Their home, off of 56th street, if you turn here, you’ll want to-“ You’re suddenly cut off.

“I know where it is, doll, your mother was sweet enough to invite me and the boys to dinner a couple times. A sweet woman, she was,” He told you, voice sounding like silk as he fondly remembered the meals and memories he shared with your parents. They had been good to him, and his closest family members; the boys who were part of his administration, the top level of the mob, the ones he worked with the most.

“I didn’t realize you all were that close?” You question, still surprised.

Bucky sends you a kind smile, not bothered by your confused and uncertain tone.

“Your parents were good people. Kind people. Nothing like the company we usually keep. They just needed help, and we were happy to help them. For our assistance, they made sure we knew how grateful they were, which isn’t something that happens for us often. Most are afraid of us, but for some reason they never were. We respected that.” He tells you, his own respect for your parents clear in his tone.

“They really meant something to you,” You conclude, still seeing a hint of sadness in his voice where he had to use past tense when talking about your parents now.

“They did. They treated me like their own, which I’m sure you know how good that is,” He tells you, voice soft again.

You smile sadly, nodding. Your parents had been so good to you, always your number one fan. To know they had been good to a mobster too, having hearts full enough to see past the tough exterior and treat Bucky’s family like their own, made your own heart swell. They really were good people. You were blessed to have come from them, but that made you want justice for them even more. They didn’t deserve the fate they had been given.

You both pulled up outside of their small home. It was modest, but charming all the same. A small brick two-story house with white shutters. There were small window boxes hanging off of each window, holding flower beds your mother had planted little wildflowers in, a beautiful bright contrast to the brick building. There was police tape surrounding the property, with an officer stationed outside on the porch.

Bucky puts the car in park, parking behind the police car out front. As he unbuckles, he turns to face you, surprised to see you also unbuckling.

“Doll, stay here, I don’t think you’ll want to see this,” He commands, voice not leaving room for argument. You’ve always been stubborn, so you argue anyway.

“I want to come with you, Mr. Barnes. I deserve to know. I want to see it too,” You plead with him.

He sighs, taking in your stern tone and resiliency clear on your face. He nods begrudgingly.

“First, call me Bucky. Second, okay. But, don’t say anything to the officer, and do not touch anything, okay?” He orders you, earning him a small smile and a nod from you.

You both get out of the car, walking up the sidewalk, only to be stopped by the officer.

Bucky quickly pulls out a wad of cash, silencing the officers demands for you both to leave. Pocketing the cash, he holds the police tape up for you and Bucky to crouch under to enter the property. You pull out your key to your family home, unlocking the door and moving to walk in the door until Bucky stops you.

“Let me go first doll,” He tells you, making you step back to let him enter first.

The first thing you notice is a pungent smell of iron hitting you both. You grimace. You hadn’t been told much by police, only that it had been quite a gruesome scene. The medical examiner had already informed you that you would have to have a closed casket service, and had advised you as gently as possible that it would be best if you didn’t see their bodies in the state they were now in. It hurt your heart. But all of that still didn’t prepare you for the scene you both saw in the living room.

Blood was everywhere. The floors, the walls, the couches, the curtains. It was obvious there had been a struggle from the trail of blood around the room. The room looked like a scene out of a horror film. In the center of the room laid a large and sharp knife, also covered in blood. In the light, gleamed an inscription you couldn’t make out. Bucky crouched down next to it for a closer look, and you couldn’t stop it anymore. Sobs wracked your body, vision blurring from your tears. You hug your midsection, wishing for comfort. It shockingly comes.

Bucky stands from his couched position in the middle of the room and strides back over to you, carefully wrapping you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, дорогая” He whispers in your ear, holding you close to him as your head comes to rest on his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist. Sweetheart is what he called you. His voice was also heavy with emotion, hating the scene in front of you both. It was a scene of two people who had fought hard, but nevertheless had a horrifying and painful death.

“I think I know who is responsible,” He informs you, after your tears slowly come to a stop, now just enjoying the comfort his strong arms brought you.

“You do? Who?” You timidly ask, fearful of hearing who could have done something so violent, so horrid and animalistic, to people as sweet and kind as your parents who wouldn’t hurt anyone for anything in the world.

“His name is Zemo,” His voice darkly tells you, taking your hand and leading you out of the house and back to the Escalade.

Part 2: Coming Soon

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pinazee · 15 days

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And down the stretch comes murder

I wanted to take this moment to highlight the adorable child actors they got- Liam James and Carlos McCullers II. They are so perfectly cast as Shawn and Gus and they do such an amazing job! Im so impressed by them 👏👏

The whole spitball incident really highlights the differences between Shawn and Gus’ ethics. Shawn feels guilty for thinking he got the wrong spitter and ruined Jimmys life while Gus actually did it and feels no remorse at all. Perhaps it’s because Jimmy tortured Gus more, but it’s also come up a few other times i believe, that Gus is not above revenge nor is always willing to do the right thing if it interferes with his safety or his own code of justice, whereas with Shawn it’s like he can’t rest until he’s made things right. This, in addition to the ways he looks out for people (helping Lassie solve a case without him knowing, helping juliet find some kids without getting paid, standing between Gus and a gun), I think is why i tend to be more drawn to Shawn. I love tender-hearted morally just characters. Im not saying he’s always riding the high horse (pun intended), simply that at the end of the day you know he’s going to do the right thing. Don’t get me wrong, i love a morally ambiguous character too, and if I’m honest Gus’s outlook is certainly more realistic, but if i had to pick a favorite, i want the reliably good and wholesome over the self-serving. Not that im saying Gus is selfish at all, but of the two Shawns more our hero, even compared to his own cop father. I think Juliet is the only one who comes closest to matching that above and beyond heroism. I think the only reason she’s a step below is because Shawn simply notices others more. Thats all. If Juliet had Shawns abilities she’d be just as on top of it as him, probably more so. Actually she might get overwhelmed by seeing it all and not being able to help everyone. I think it’d be really hard for her to ignore sometimes. Which, okay I’m going down a tangent, but do you think Shawn had to learn to shut it off sometimes or like, learn to walk away? Cause i imagine day to day Shawn’s seeing people dealing with grief, abuse, or pain and with as kind as he is, it must be hard for him to ignore. Like if you’ve ever seen Daredevil, I’m imagining a less dramatic version of that haha

Henry will take any opportunity to point out Shawns failings or try to make him feel less than. Shawn tells him he’s there for a case and instead of asking him about it, Henry goes right back into you never could be a good handicapper because you lack the patience and follow-through it takes to put the time in and research. Also, the line “i let him talk to me” just doesn’t sit right with me even if the guy did turn out to be a skeeve. This kind of stuff makes me think Shawn either learned how to respect people from his mother or refused to treat people like his father. Probably both, though i hate to give her credit for anything haha

Look at his smile when he sees Lassie feed the horse. He’s so warmly amused by him. I wasn’t a Shassie shipper originally (as i just didn’t ship ppl in ye olden days) but i think I am now. I see it guys, I get it haha

These scenes are what makes the episode for me! I love them! We get to see both Shawns interacting and how he utilizes his vast memory, taking a peak into his mind palace so to speak. Plus he literally answered that common question of if you could go back in time what would you tell your younger self? (“Think big!”) I know they never really intended for this to be like a deep scene (nor expected certain fans to overanalyze it haha) but i like how he approaches the kid version of himself with a certain degree of amusement. Like I imagine if i was seeing my young self I’d probably be rolling my eyes at my sheer stupidity, but Shawns a lot kinder to himself haha Also little Shawns line “I thought I’d be bald by 20” was fucking gold! I wish I had better words for why this works so well but all i have is that it does and its brilliant.

Nice try Psych, your Canada is showing ;)

Heres some completely irrelevant info. The difference between a dreamcicle and a creamcicle: both are orange flavored, but dreamsicles had an ice milk center while a creamsicle was ice cream. And dreamsicles are no longer made.

I like this addition to the background. Its so cute. (Sidenote: this screenshot makes it seem like Shawn is the babyfaced assassin)

P.S This is the second episode ive seen him hold this frog. That is all.

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bearsinpotatosacks · 4 months

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Rewatching star trek beyond so liveblogging it

God this film feels like coming home. Let me be a pharmacy assistant on the Enterprise please my life would be fixed

So does Bones just steal from people's lockers? Also they have lockers?

Oh LoRDy

I wish I could’ve been into star trek when this came out

Someone medicate Bones, man's so stressed out honestly

This film really makes me want star trek 4, make it a motion picture, getting the band back together thing

Love the way we see yorktown as massive and impressive then zoom in on the spaceport to make it seem lived in

Sulu's daughter has a toy enterprise

Fuck, prime Spock’s dead

The parts where they show prime spock really make me want a crossover between tos and aos, and it hurts that I'll never see it, guess i'll have to live in fanfic

Love the practical effects of this film

Also is Jim’s outfit in this scene, grey with yellow shoulders, the formalwear? If so I like it

Lovr Uhura's communications panel

Chris Pine's reactions, the cinematography, the set design, the sounds, fuck I love this film

Gonna start saying "i can't engage the warp drive" when i stall a car

Would love to see the borg in aos

Love the character consistency of Bones not carrying a phaser but spock is

Love Bones' portable scanner, i would watch a fake documentary about star trek tech

Does anyone wonder what happened to all the personal belongings that were destroyed on the Enterprise?

Jaylah’s coming soon 😆

There she is!

How many languages does she speak? English, her own and whatever those people she beat up were speaking?

Notice how Bones is still cut on the forehead while he's helping out Spock

Also why does Jaylah know about Krall’s plan? Is that why he shoots people down, try to find the Abornath then kill them to be immortal?

Just realised that Jaylah’s tech was probably from her ship before she got to Altamid, that's why she knows how to use it, her stick, her traps, the parts she got for the franklin (as well as other ships), makes me want to know what her people were like

How long has Jaylah been there?

Love how Bones is ready to throw hands

Bones dancing to achy breaky heart when?

Also Jaylah isn't introduced to Spock and bones, they just get beamed aboard and then spock collapses

Oo Krall’s looking more human

"You gave your girlfriend a tracking device?" Spock’s face 🤣

I really want to know about Jaylah’s family

This film literally proves that my "Jaylah is actually really fucking traumatised and definitely has (c) ptsd" agenda is canon

Also Scotty has his grandma's china hc

Love how Jim respects his crew

Also jim kirk is so Maverick/tom cruise coded it's insane. Bikes, dead dad, cocky attitude, shipped with someone who’s "ice cold"

Uhura has got to be traumatised after seeing a crewmate literally eaten in front of her

Jim Cruise is here! Tom Kirk!

After getting into top gun, the star trek navy inspired titles are funny to me, at least in aos by how quick they get them and how young they all are

Not sure why Jaylah’s fighting gives me kill bill vibes

Also jaylah has blue blood!

Love how sulu gets the dramatic line "they're going to destroy yorktown"

How long did it take to get the ship ready to fly? I mean, it's been at least a day and a night, the day they arrived, nighttime then they all got rescued and brought back together the next day just wondered how long it all took to happen

Also seatbelts!

Sulu would’ve won top gun

"I acknowledge and respect your concerns" Someone's been to therapy

"How do we get them to stop talking" is spoken so shatner

Just realised why certain jobs are the colours, yellow: anything running the ship (captain, pilot etc), red: anything about how the ship runs (engineering, communications, security), blue: science and medical

I love how the end of this film is similar to battleships where they use an old ship to defeat an alien ship

The picture of the original crew! He took it with him! I need a crossover now! I love how they used a more brassy theme there, makes it sound more original, more nostalgic

They had the chance to do futuristic dress but they just look like dudes from 2016

If they could just do an animated series for the aos crew...

Also the og theme at the end 🥲

#aos #star trek #star trek beyond #star trek aos #aos star trek #star trek alternate original series #jim kirk #captain kirk #james t kirk #leonard mccoy #dr mccoy #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #montgomery scott #jaylah #hikaru sulu #pavel chekov #nyota uhura

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gaylordscooter · 1 month

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Log of the Multiverse: Hearts

So recently i was able to make my own universe-hopping device by studying the code of Ink's portals. but i didn't want to make some complicated gun that makes portals (a gun that makes portals? i'm no aperture science)

so instead i modified a motorcycle (that i did not steal) that's able to tear holes small enough to heal by itself and to hop between universes once i reach a certain speed. Cons of this. i need to reach a certain speed to tear said hole. Pros, ive been able to get out of a universe in as small of a space as twenty feet. plus it's really handy for getting away from things.

While getting the hang of it, i found this Mettaton at the dump of the universe's Waterfall. The guy was SCRAP METAL when i found him. I thought he was dead, honestly. I nearly jumped out of my metaphorical skin when i heard him speak.

He told me he was in the wrong world and needed help getting out of this "horrifically hostile world". Now usually i'd check in with Ink before yoinking someone from a universe buuuut this guy was very persuasive. and also was in the process of dying

I call him "Hearts" because his breastplate's the shape of a heart. im very creative, i know (at least i didn't name him PINK because his skin's PINK. Unlike SOMEBODY who names people that way) (im not even blue. i wear more of a blue-green)

For now, he crashes at Dream's our communal home in the Doodlesphere. because he didn't like the idea of living at the hub due to the amount of people there.

I've done as good as a job as i could to repair him. thankfully i've gotten a lot of pointers from Alphys to improve my engineering skills.

So I guess, this guy's an outcode like me. I haven't seen many non-sans outcodes. Only two i can think of at the top of my head are XChara and In. Scratch that I can only think of one. Unless you can count Everyone in the hub, but their case is different in my opinion because most of them stay in that universe.

He seems to be from some kind of fell-esque universe with his two pairs of arms and eyes. Ink says im smitten for him, don't believe his lies.

It's Mettaton, everyone thinks he's hot.

Anyway, he has a VERY high LV. So i'm always prepared to dodge juuust in case he decides to attack me, but I doubt i will because i'm basically his repair-man now. He's also very interested in joining me on my trips to other universes. I just make sure he doesn't mess with anything.

Oh this reminds me, he's saved me on numerous occasions. Like one time when I was collecting some echo flowers from Waterfall in an Underfell universe he stopped a boulder from hitting me it was pretty hot. He's pretty strong. It's almost like he's my bodyguard or something

So yeah, Hearts. He's pretty cute. i mean nice. he's nice. even though he's actually very rude and snarky and has probably Definitely killed a lot of people to get to level 12 (that's probably not all from self-defense)

#blue's (totally not diary) log

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plagues02 · 5 months

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Code Scarlet

Summary: It was a quick in and out mission. Get the information and leave, it would last less than a week. Nothing could go wrong, could it? Characters: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish, Kate Laswell, John Price Ship: SoapGhost (can be read as romantic or platonic) CW: Trans people getting periods Word Count: 1,249 Note: This was written back in 2022 and was originally posted on Ao3

“You’re quiet,” huffed Ghost as he glanced back; his lazy eyes staring straight at the sergeant.

The mission they were on wasn’t exactly an important one. No, it was just a quick in and out for information. They left knowing they would be back on base in the next day or two. It was the third day, and they had one more building to raid.

Raid wasn’t exactly the right word. Everyone had already cleared out, and the few stragglers were either quickly taken care of or ran away at the sight of the two men. If they were lucky, the laptop they were looking for was still here, and they could take it back to be hacked into.

Ghost originally thought it was overkill to have two of them to go on a mission like this, but as the mission went on, he was thankful to have the other. He filled a silence that otherwise would have been deafening. A silence that became deafening when Soap decided to not speak for almost thrifty minutes too long.

The Scot grinned. “Aw, you do like my voice,” he teased, but Ghost knew him too well by now. The grin, the tone of voice. It was forced.

The lieutenant scanned over the other, checking for any possible injury that would have led to the silence. None. He was just being quiet.

Silence fell over them again as Ghost turned ahead, opening the nearby door and looking around the room with his gun pointed ahead. No one. Or anything but a few pieces of furniture. Of fucking course. There were about five more rooms left to check, each equally silent as the next.

The brit paused at the desk before deciding to double check the draws. When he squatted down, he felt it. An uncomfortable wet, warmth in his privates. He was lucky he was wearing black pants for there was a good chance there would have been a red spot already starting to form.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, lightly banging his head against the desk in front of him.

As a grown man who happened to have typical woman parts, he should know when his period was coming, and normally, he did. He thought he had another week so a quick mission wouldn’t get in the way.

“LT?”

The masked man looked up at Soap, who was resting a hand on his shoulder to check on him. He waved the other man away as he stood up once again, forgetting to check the draw. Soap noticed but didn’t say anything.

“Five more rooms,” he noted. “It’ll be quicker if we split. You take the right; I’ll take the left. Meet up at the end of the hall and go into the last together.”

The Scot didn’t speak, only nodding. They left the room together and separated. Taking about five or so minutes to look over the two rooms, they came back empty handed and ready to face the final room. Ghost met the other’s eyes, and Soap nodded back. They busted in.

Three men, two armed, one not. It didn’t take long to finish them. Their reactions were slow, and their aim was terrible. Bullets went right by their bodies but didn’t hit. Unlike the military men’s bullets. Before they knew it, the two armed men were down; the unarmed man didn't last long after he dove for one of the guns on the ground.

In the middle of the room, there was a desk. The masked man stepped forward to get a better look. There on top of the desk sat an open laptop, and the screen showed information they were looking for. Mission success.

Ghost started to reach up to his communicator to confirm the success as he closed the laptop. He was stopped by the scotsman. “Oi, LT, are you hurt?” he asked.

“No, he replied after a second. “You saw their aim, bullets went right by us.” Plus he would have reacted to being shot. Whether a grunt or just a step back. He did neither. “Are you?”

Soap shook his head, “Me neither, but I smell blood-” He paused before adding, “Sounds silly since we did just take ‘em out, but it’s,,, different. I smelt it earlier too.”

Ghost tensed, shifting his standing position. He inwardly cringed at the feeling of squishing between his legs. Why? Why did his period have to start during a fucking mission. The light stabbing feeling in his gut definitely didn’t help. His lazy eyes watched the other man, who also shifted. It was almost like Soap was also trying to get into a more comfortable standing position. His legs were shaking too,,,

The Brit’s eyes widened as a thought came to his head. The silence that had fallen over Soap not too long before he realized,,, his situation to the Scot mentioning that he smelt blood, even before they ended the lives of the three men.

The masked man reached his communicator again and actually spoke this time. “Watcher, found the laptop in one piece and secured it.”

A few seconds of silence before Laswell’s voice came over their communicators. “Great work, boys-”

“How fast can we get a heli here and how close?” Ghost cut her off, clearly hearing a surprised noise from the other. He noticed Soap looked surprised too by his sudden interruption. “We have,,,” he paused, trying to figure out the right wording. “,,,a code scarlet… double scarlet.”

The Scotsman raised an eyebrow, processing the words. His cheeks started to warm as Laswell spoke again, “Double,,, scar- oh, oh! Let me check-” A few clicking sounds later. “-Twenty minutes at the field about five minutes away. Spending them now.”

Ghost murmured a thanks, grabbing the laptop. He made a head motion towards the door at Soap and started walking before the other reacted. The walk to the field was silent. Seven minutes later, they made it to the field and sat down to wait for the final minutes. Soap let out a sigh of relief.

“Johnny-” Soap jumped at Ghost’s sudden voice. “-I’m going to ask again. Are you hurt? Not wounded, hurt.”

The sergeant hesitated, staring at the Brit who refused to look at him. He was still processing the comment from before, but he found himself speaking before his brain caught up, “I am. I feel like I was stabbed in the stomach repeatedly and someone left me to bleed.”

Ghost finally looked at him again, their eyes meeting. “It appears I’m the one doing the bleeding.”

The two men stared at each other, the words finally sinking into Soap. The brit placed his hands on the ground and pushed himself off the ground a little; in response, the Scot looked down to see the small red spot on the green grass.

A gasping, laugh sound left Johnny’s lips before he winced. He laid back and stared up at the sky, hearing Ghost place himself back on the ground.

“So we’re both trans,” Soap finally spoke.

“And we’ve synced,” Ghost nodded.

Silence over fell them for the final minutes before the helicopter appeared into view. The Brit stood up, holding the laptop, before reaching down to help Soap stand. The man in pain leaned against the other as they walked to see Price was the driver of the vehicle.

“Mission well done, boys,” He said, handing them both notable items. A towel for Ghost, midol for Soap. “Now, let’s get you two to base.”

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missathlete31 · 1 year

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The question of whether or not we are alone in the universe has been answered

A Top Gun Maverick- Independence Day AU

When his Uncle Pete pulled his application to the Naval Academy, Bradley Bradshaw decided to pursue a new dream, engineering. Now the most qualified cable repair man in New York, Bradley discovers a code hidden in satellites just as unidentified objects start to appear in the sky. Still bitter from his Uncle’s meddling, the only remaining Bradshaw must put aside his anger and head to DC to brief the President of the United States on his findings. The only problem? The President is his other Uncle, Iceman, and his chief of staff is none other than the man Bradley swore to never speak to again.

In North Island, Lt. Commander Jake Seresin is the leader of the Navy’s most elite group of pilots. Once the aliens begin their attack, Jake’s squadron is launched, their mission to conduct a counter attack against these unwelcome visitors. But even a team as talented as Hangman’s have their hands full with these space invaders.

Against the ropes, it seems Earth’s only hope lies in the brains of Bradley and the flying skills of Jake. They are the best at what they do, but both men have their own histories with each other to deal with as well. Can the past be put aside for the sake of mankind? Or are some actions too painful to ever truly forgive?

Featuring:

President Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky

Chief of Staff Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

Lt. Commander Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

And MIT graduate Cable Repair Man Bradley Bradshaw

This moodboard and storyline is dedicated to the wonderful and talented @hangmanbradshaw ! She’s so amazing! Everyone should check out her stories! ☺️

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sdr2lovemail · 2 months

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Request… Yomi hand selecting a Female reader to be his next Right Hand after Martina is “gone”

His New Right Hand! (Fem Reader)

Synopsis: Criminal scum deserve to die! Unless they could be of use to Yomi Hellsmile.

Notes: I'm working super hard to push my Rain Code propaganda through fanfics. Anyone seeing this post should play it or watch a playthrough. Especially any fans of murder mysteries! I love this game!

Requests are open!

You were a murderer, clean and simple. It didn’t matter if you were helping someone or not. You killed someone with your own hands. But what was strange was that you were not behind bars. The exact opposite. It was practically guaranteed you’d be dealt the death penalty the moment Yomi Hellsmile stepped onto the scene. Yet here you were now, peacekeeper uniform draped over your body, gun in hand, as you patrolled the city.

That night was burned deep in your memory. His face pulled in mock pity as he looked down at your cuffed figure. Martina Electro was behind him, holding up an umbrella to shield him from the rain. His cane clicked against the pavement as he got closer. “Now, what’s that look for? You’re looking at me like I’m going to kill you. If anything, it should be me thinking that.”

Your heartbeat was loud in your ears, and your throat was dry like a desert. The rain hits your face as you look up at the director. “It’s- It’s not like that! I…”

“Quiet.” Yomi’s voice called, cold and uncaring. “Criminals have no rights. Especially not the ones that try to excuse their crimes.”

The end of his cane prods the top of your head. “However, I could almost praise you. You killed a man to protect someone you don’t even know. I can’t tell if I should call you brave or an absolute idiot.”

A peacekeeper stepped up to him, tablet in hand. They salute the directors before speaking. “We’ve gathered all the information on the case. We also have an eyewitness who saw her commit the crime.”

Martina takes the file, offering it up with her free hand. “Here you are, Director Yomi.”

Taking it into his open palm, Yomi smiled at her. Though, it didn’t reach the rest of his face. “Oh, you’re just so diligent. But I would expect nothing less from my beloved right hand.” The way he purred out those words would’ve made you feel something if he were not your executioner. And it seemed like it made Martina feel something as her face became pink.

As he read the file, his eyes widened ever so slightly before his lips curled into a smirk. “Well, the victim was the criminal we’ve been searching for. This day seems to keep getting better!” Tossing the tablet back to the peacekeeper, Yomi lifts your chin with the end of his cane.

“And you were able to take him down.” Those steely grey eyes seemed to pierce through you. “Do you think your sense of justice is high? Seems like it is with the way you’re parading around the city like a crime-busting vigilante!” His tone raised as his cane struck the ground next to you.

Shaking, your eyes stay low to the ground. This wasn’t how you expected your life to end. Well, you were going to die anyway, you might as well try to stand your ground. “He was trying to hurt that woman. I was only trying to get him away from her. I didn’t mean to kill him-”

This time, it was Martina interrupting your flow of speech. “You will not speak out of turn. It doesn’t matter what you were trying to do. The only thing that matters right now is your sentencing.”

Like you weren’t even there, Yomi comes behind Martina. He wraps his arms around her waist and rests his head against her shoulder. “A scummy criminal like you should take after Vice Director Martina here. Poised, elegant, powerful.”

“It’s an honor to hear such praise from you, Director Yomi.” Martina leaned into him, her face flushing darker in color.

You felt awkward. It felt like you were intruding on an intimate moment. As you attempt to look away, Yomi’s cane returns to poke at your head. Stepping away from the woman, he smirks down at you with a crazed look.

“Justice is punishing every disgusting piece of filth that galivants around harming this city. Not even the cruelest of my torture methods are enough for murderers to atone. Every single one of you deserves to die for ruining my ward.”

There were no words left in your head. Nothing can save you now. You believed you lived an honest life, but now it was about to be snuffed out. All because you tried to defend someone.

“However.”

A light shines through the dark—a dull, red light. From the streetlights, that same color glows around Yomi like a corrupt angel who had fallen from heaven.

“It seems you know that. Even though it cost someone's life, you came to her rescue. Despite not knowing this woman, despite knowing your hands will be stained for the rest of your unfortunate life. You know the real meaning of peace.” He looks at the peacekeepers stationed at either side of you. “Pick her up.”

They nod and loop their arms through yours, hoisting your body to meet his eyes.

“Situations like this really make my heart bleed.” His neck rolls, and he looks at you through his lashes. Yomi’s flowery words were a direct contrast to his expression. He looked at you like you were lesser than the mud caking his shoes. “Instead of me painting the streets with your fucking blood, you’re going to become a peacekeeper. This is how you will repent for your disgusting crimes.”

He leans in close, his eyes boring deep into yours. “But you’ll wish I just killed you once you undergo my training.” With a flick of his wrist, Yomi gestures to the peacekeepers. “Get this criminal trash out of my sight.”

Pulling you away from your reminiscing, your radio crackles to life. The voice of your director cuts through the pitter-patter of the rain.

“Come down to my office, now.” The radio cuts off, leaving you no time to respond.

When you entered his office, Yomi stood behind his desk, gazing at the neon-lit city. You take notice of Martina’s absence. On the screen at the center of the wall was a live video feed of the river bank, stained dark with large plumes of smoke.

You walked further into the room, stopping at his desk and curtly bowing your head. “You called for me, Director Yomi?”

His voice calls out to you, sweet like honey. “Do you know why I asked you to come here?” He turned on his heel, looking to face you with that deceptive grin.

“No, I do not.” You replied, keeping your answers short, nervous to find out why.

He hums for a moment, his eyes closed as if he were daydreaming. “Hmm, how long has it been since I've graciously saved you from the filthy life of a common murderer? Two, three years?”

“It’s been two years.”

Yomi dragged a single gloved finger along the wood grain desk. He moves around to stand behind you. “Ah, that’s right. Two years of you knowing your place at Amaterasu.” His hands move and rest on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing gentle circles over your uniform.

“You know, I’m your hero. Your savior.” His hands trail down to your arms. “I’m the one that gave you a second chance at life. Now look at you. Someone that knows the meaning of justice in this city.” Yomi’s tone is soft like he only wants you to hear what he’s saying. He comes around to stand in front of you now, but not without letting his fingers trail against your hip.

While that wouldn’t be the way you would word it, Yomi pitied you enough not to sentence you then and there that night. In his own twisted way, he did give you a second chance.

This time, you bow a bit lower. “No one is more thankful for that than me. I don’t think I could ever pay you back properly.”

Calculated fingers reach for your chin, lifting your head to meet his eyes. The light of the screen omits a glow against his skin. A gentle white glow. It almost made him look… safe.

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” Yomi smirked. He cupped your face with one hand, grabbing a wrist with the other. “I know the way you could show your gratitude.” He pressed his body closer to yours. “Become my right hand.”

It wasn’t an offer, it was a demand.

“Since I brought you in from your disgusting sewer rat life, I’ve been keeping an eye on you. I know better than anyone that you’re made to be by my side. To join me in bringing order to Kanai Ward!” There was an almost sinister glint in his eye.

“But,” You paused, trying to gather your thoughts at the sudden proposal. “But what about Vice Director Martina?”

Yomi’s head cocked to the side, the smile on his face stretching into something crueler. “I don’t know anyone by that name.”

Those few words sent a chill down your spine like the room got cold. What happened to Martina Electro? You didn’t have much time to dwell on it before he started to talk again.

The hand on your wrist moved so both were now holding your face with gloved fingers. His breath fans against your skin from the proximity. There’s a sharp, minty fragrance.

“You’ll be all mine. No one will have you but me. Nice and pretty by my side. We’ll show the fucking scum that stains the streets the truth about order and peace!” Yomi pulls you into a tight embrace. His hands resting on your waist while his head rests against yours.

“My beloved right hand.” He lets out a chuckle, slowly swaying on the balls of his feet. “You’ll stay by my side, right?”

#yomi hellsmile x reader #rain code x reader #master detectives archives x reader #yomi x reader #yomi hellsmile #rain code #master detective archives: rain code #master detective archives #x reader #raincode x reader

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araneitela · 12 days

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/breathes. This icon is called killme003.png for the sake of this post because honestly, where yesterday I was rather demotivated from writing up more meta, I woke up today with the strength of all Aeons in existence (and... not-so-in-existence-anymore) for intense research. So I put my thoughts through the sternest 'let's try to shake and shoot up the perspective/logic/theory' process that I could manage, and it's still standing. If anything, I'm more certain than I was yesterday or a week ago, that MHY is doing something substantial, and vastly nuanced with this damned character. I thought I had big-brain thoughts on/for Guizhong, but I don't know if those hold a candle to the ones I have for Kafka (actually, they really do). My issue with this lady in wine though, I don't know where to start writing it all down. It's like 10 messy whiteboards that are hypotheses on her trailer, the words she uses therein, "Don't be afraid, listen to me, wasn't it you, who invited me?", "Destiny has thousands of faces, why does it choose to wear this one?", "Stealing a glance?" during someone's final moments during her spirit whisper? Like, come on, you can't tell me she doesn't play into fate somehow beyond what we've all obviously gathered. You can't tell me that there isn't a more authentic face that has been staring right at us this entire time. She borderline if not directly says it right to us, but we're almost taught to not listen anymore, to think that there's more to something, but what if writers are using that against us, what if this is an instance where we should take words at direct face value? On top of everything else, of course. Fate is "inevitable" and right in front of us always, after all.

God, imagine a being tied so intricately woven into fate (vastly differently from Elio, mind you), speaking quotes upon quotes about the inevitability of fate, and being tied to nihilism, and yet firmly holding some sort of faith into choice, and hounds us on it. I mean come on, one of the main quotes in the entire story of HSR are her words: "When you have the chance to make a choice, make one that you know you won't regret." And she directly tells us in her own SQ, and it is a confirmed truth and not a lie, that Kafka herself does not believe destiny to be predetermined. Now to what capacity? We don't know. But the contrast of this, the rich nuance in this drives me insane. The duality of this woman, the spider (which itself is already a duality of a creature) and the butterfly (not necessarily as juxtaposed as one would believe, it all depends on perspective), the curiosity/fascination opposite her boredom, the ease of her killing which is reinforced with the emotional distance of her submachine guns, and yet she speaks how we should "let morality be our (your) guide", which fits perfectly alongside the decision of having her wield a katana, a blade that was worn by those following the highest code of honor? Speaking of emotional distance, the way she speaks of humans and humanity feels so distant, along with her talk of fragility. God, I just, want to shake HVY very firmly and fiercely. The fact that her eyes are highly likely to be concealed (hello, red), the fact that her voice is altered consistently, and yet we're shown the depth and warmth of her actual voice, and the empathy it holds consistently around primarily one person (almost two).

I love writing meta, but I don't know where to begin. I don't know where to start, but I'll get there. I just wanted to show how messy my mind is, I suppose. It makes perfect sense in my head, I've seen the dots, I've connected them, I see you MiHoYo, and you're giving me everything my brain needs in terms of latching my claws into something. But my god, where do I start writing it all down.

#[ ooc. ] don't try to make it logical or edit your soul according to the fashion. rather; follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.#[ /rests my fingers to my temples and applies pressure as if it'll give me all the answers. ]#[ i will get there. i wanted a challenge and i already knew i'd found one when i picked her up last year. but my god. ]#[ aeons give me strength to put all the stuff that's incredibly sensical and logical in my head-- to paper without it being nonsensical. ]#[ or appearing as such. ]#[ /wallows. ]#[ i should honestly have an early night and get up earlier-- i'll be gone throughout the afternoon so it'd be nice to have time... ]#[ in the morning. ]#[ or at least i believe it'll be in the afternoon. i'm gonna go sneak downstairs to check. ]#[ but hi welcome to another episode of sae losing her mind. ]#[ i'm getting one step closer to that looney bin every day. ]#[ meta. ] the mara's tether is firmly in her grasp. she will not pull upon it before the designated time; nor shall she relinquish it.#[ can i even tag it with this? no. but i'll do it any way for... reference i suppose. ]#[ any way-- GOODNIGHT LADIES AND GENTS. ]

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konigsblog · 1 year

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Ma’am, if I may, may I humbly request a part 2 of Simon x singer!reader, please? 🫶🏻

Tysm 🫶🏻🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

yandere ghost x singer!f!reader (part two)

warnings: reader hates simon, ropes, kidnapping, yandere, simon is a creep, knife use, gun use, reader tries to escape, bleeding, descriptions of open wounds

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hours felt like days and the ropes that were tied around you wrists ached and felt like fire. rope burn layered your wrists. simon had went back to sleep, the knife still in his hand but now it was grazing your thigh.

his head was buried in your shoulder and soft snores filled the rooms silence and deadly aroma. you knew bodyguards had to be on high alert, which probably meant that simon would wake from a sudden fasat movement.

slowly, you roated your wrists trying to wiggle yourself out of them. it felt like the burns on your wrist where being sliced at but you knew this could be your chance to freedom. at last, you got them lose enough to free yourself. slowly you moved to the left, as simon was on your right.

you grabbed his knife and carefully lifted yourself off of the bed. the door was locked, you knew that. so you used the tip of the knife to pick at the lock.

each sound felt three times louder than what it actually was, fear encased your bones as you turned the door to being unlocked.

the door creaked open, simons snores stopped and the bedsheets moved, you slided out of the room closing it after you. before dashing downstairs.

fuck, you didn't think this through all that well. you were out of the room, yeah, but now what? could you just unlock the front door without a key, maybe... but one look at the door make you shiver as you realised you needed move than one key and a code to get out.

jesus, how hard was it to leave this damn place? you groaned to yourself as you made your way to the back door, the kitchen island had; cigarettes, a lighter, bowls and dishes scattered about, a gun and other rubbish.

you paid no mind to that, you checked the back door, it would be easier to get out since it didn't need as many keys, only one. maybe the key was on the island? a bowl smashed on the floor as you threw bits about looking for a key. the high pitched sound of the glass smashing against the floor made your hair stand up.

that same croaking noise, the one you heard when you left the bedroom. your eyes filled with tears as a tear rushed down your cheek. you ducked, knife in hand and you were ready to pounce at him.

the stairs creaked the same way an old house would, footsteps boomed against the hardwood floor. he entered the kitchen, you could heard you heart pounding against your chest as your breath sped up. he picked something up, walking round to where you were hiding.

just as you were about to pounce, he shot you in your shoulder. blood gushed out of the open wound as your choked sob was muffled by his hand. "did you not fucking listen?!" his dark, gruffy voice yelled in your ear. your ears rung from the mixture of gunshot and his voice.

more muffled noises came out as he grabbed both your wrists, dragging you down the stairs to the basement. you were thrown against the wall, you felt your bones crumbl, the same weak feeling in your muscles. dizziness took over your vision and you felt it harder to see and breathe, winded from the impact your back had with the wall.

"i told you, multiple times, to not fucking move." he went on, and on. your throat began to ache, but you managed out, "let me go you sick bastard!" it felt like blistered took over your throat, sending stabbing pains throughout it.

your hair was pulled and grabbed at, as he came close to your ear, the smell of the cigarettes coated his breath. "that is not how you speak to me. you will refer to me as sir from now onwards." pain shot through you back and heart, as your cries became louder. he slapped you hard across the face.

the wound on your shoulder was gorey, blood spilled from it, your once white top now stained with a scarlet red liquid. his nails dug into your face, forcing you to look at him. his eyes revealed evil, pure evil.

he walked to a cupboard, grabbing a handcuff, a cloth, and a knife. you tried to crawl, but your bones and muscles were useless.

"do you not fucking listen?" simon whispered, his voice was husky and deep, he stormed up to you, chaining you to the wall and shoving the cloth in your face. it smelt weird, medical.

sudden drowsiness took over you, not enough to make you pass out but enough to cause you to lose mobility and strength. not like you had that anyway.

his knife dug into your leg, going up from your knee to you upper thigh. it hurt, you were suffering. as he slowly dragged the knife up he also brought it deeper. you couldn't make out a lot because of your vision but you saw blood dripped down your leg.

you had passed out, waking up a couple times before you were punched either in the; cheekbone, nose, or mouth. your face felt numb, broken. the times you had woken, it was due to pain. stabbing pains all over your body.

he knew what he was doing. he was hurting you enough to cause an aching pain all over your body but kept you alive for it all, making sure you suffered. why was he doing this? what did you do to deserve this?

his fist made contact with your nose, a cracking noise was the last you heard before your head it the floor once again.

finally, he was done. he pulled a old, walnut wooden chair over, sitting down on it as he waited for you to wake up.

he looked down at you, multiple cuts on your arms and thighs with blood oozing out of them. your face was swollen with bruises and blood splatters. your eyes were closed, but when he looked into them they look dead, like you were dreading this.

your hair was now matted, multiple knots stuck in your hair. the once soft and lipstick reddened lips were replaced by a dripping red that resembled blood.

somehow, even throughout all of that. the gunshot wound to the shoulder, the endless amount of stab wounds, nose that had broken and the cheek bone that was going to be scarred, you still woke up.

as soon as you woke up, you were hushed. like he knew what you were about to say, "shh, i'm gonna push the bone in your nose back into place. this might not work fully, and it'll hurt." his fingers touched your nose, he pushed it, more tears welled in your eyes. everything felt numb, like it wasn't there. your shoulder was now patched with gauze and some deep cuts were wrapped up.

"i was thinking, so that you'll never be able to leave me again.." he began, head down looking at your legs.

"i'm gonna break your legs."

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crossxroads · 2 years

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falls in here like that one vine

ttt,,,,,tricky....

Tricky!

General Tricky Relationship HCs

Tricky is naturally a very excitable and hyperactive fellow, while this is also accompanied by a vast capability of violence and bloodshed, he’ll put 100% of his all into loving his partner. He’s pretty neat like that.

He’s basically the equivalent of a very loving cat, purring up a storm and soaking up your attention whenever he encounters you.

He does understand the need to slow down and relax, though. Despite seemingly being rather oblivious or hyper-fixated to an extreme degree, he carries around a solid amount of self-awareness. He is still one of the smartest people despite his eccentricities, the Imp Drive, and the zombification.

If he notices that you’re feeling overstimulated, he’ll do his best to lower his voice to a whisper (though this is still Loud™, it’s more like someone speaking normally), or if the sound’s too much, he’ll sign or scribble on notes.

He’s pretty snuggly and tactile in general, and likes to rest his chin on your shoulders, press his cheek against yours, or pull you into hugs.

Sometimes he loves to do those hugs where he wraps his arms around your shoulders and does a spin or two before putting you back on the floor.

Likes to gently headbutt into your shoulder or back, this is done very lightly and carefully because he might accidentally embed you in a wall 2-feet deep and he DOES NOT WANT. Therefore, you get the gentlest of bumps ever.

Tricky doesn’t have the best cooking skills, so he’ll often take notes of your favorite foods and do his best to find some sort of vendor or store to snag you a treat or two.

Because the Imp drive gives him reality-warping abilities, he often stores said food and drink in a form of stasis so you can have it in its TIPPITY TOP SHAPE, HOT OFF THE PRESSES! :O)!!!

When he does cook, it is a bit of a biohazard. It’s… sometimes edible, but more often than not Tricky tries to add some sort of flair or tweak to a recipe that results in… a very dubious dish.

He won’t get offended if you don’t eat it, more for himself!

He can get a bit protective, but at the same time, he trusts his partner a ton. So as long as you are somewhat combat-capable or fast on your feet, he doesn’t worry too much. However, if you are, as he would say “squishy” he’d fret a little more.

He’ll sometimes stop by with snacks and other beverages that he’s pilfered around if you’re the type to forget those sorts of things.

He’ll also find ways to break certain items, and given that the Improbability Drive can affect the world’s code around you, don’t be surprised that one-day Tricky manages to give your wasteland-survivor self a gun with infinite ammo—that sometimes shoots an Excessively Large™ Mag round at your target.

That's all I've got for now, I hope you enjoy!

#madness combat #madness project nexus #madness combat tricky #tricky madcom #tricky the clown #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #tricky x reader #madness combat tricky x reader #x reader #[x] ask #[x] vinnival

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littledead-ridinghood · 1 year

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Yes sorry Ollie is a cop. He is a cop in the way nearly every DC hero is a cop and part of copaganda. We have multiple articles on how all super heroes are cops but that you can enjoy them and find catharsis anyway. Ollie gives people justice who are ignored by the system and Ollie is a cop are both true that's ok. You can look up super heroes and copaganda on youtube and find multiple nuanced videos.

okay, I wasn't going to respond to this at first, but this is my opinion on cops in the dc universe. It's not fully fleshed out yet, I feel, but I've been mulling it over in my head for months, and is something I've wanted to talk about for a while now.

Plainly speaking, I think cops who work with vigilantes are inherently bad cops. Vigilantism is illegal and when cops team up with vigilantes, they are adhering to their moral code rather than the law ie copaganda.

It's a play on dramatic irony where we as the audience know more than the characters in the story. We can see Detective Jim Gordan, for example, working with Batman (who were told is a good guy) because he knows the GCPD is corrupted and he can't trust his fellow officers. Therefore, because Batman is headlined as "the good guy" in these storylines that reflects on Jim Gordan making him, in turn, "a good guy." We're told to view him as such because Jim's morals are "clean," "see he also wants to clean up Gotham City, so he's partnering with the people who are actually trying to do that."

The problem is that in these instances, Gordan is adhering to his morals over the law where his morals are to protect the people where the law says to protect property. We can say that it's for the greater good, but that doesn't change the fact that it's illegal, argo, making him "dirty". And that is copaganda! Upholding Gordan for breaking the law because "he knows better than the institute" is literally some of the most common copaganda in media. It's right next to writing cops as if they're your friends so that people will instill trust in the institution (think B99).

Cops and vigilantes should inherently not get along because vigilantes would not exist if the system--if cops--worked. But the system doesn't work, so these individuals take justice into their own hands via criminal action. Now, we look at these heroes and say "yes, they're criminals on a legal basis, but we understand that morally speaking, they're doing good work." Jim Gordan doesn't have the luxury of that grayness. He can try to clean up Gotham, but once he starts doing so outside the law, he, himself, is also a criminal and an accomplice.

Personally, I don't think your moral compass should start and stop with the law because the law isn't always morally correct. Many laws throughout history have been created by those in power to stay in power. And if you can't recognize how the law can be used to impede on others' natural rights then you have an unholy amount of privilege. Having said that, most fiction where cops are allowed to uphold their morals over the law is written as them protecting the people (as stated with Jim) rather than the real-world equivalent where upholding "morals" is usually off-the-rail abuse of power. This is where cops use the excuse "I thought they had a gun!" and jump straight to brutality rather than assessing the situation and attempting to talk a person down. Because it's not actually about morals like portrayed on t.v. but, again, that idea that laws exist to keep the top on top.

I disagree with your statement: "[Ollie] is a cop in the way nearly every DC hero is a cop and part of copaganda." Maybe I'm splitting hairs here, but this is a very "a square is a rectangle, so a rectangle should also be a square" kind of argument.

I think characters can have instances of copaganda (any story that has cops in it is inherently copaganda, even if portrayed in the worst light possible, for the simple fact that cops are present) but, that doesn't make them a cop.

By saying Oliver is a cop, I presume you mean because he goes after criminals, which completely undermines what a cop is. That's like saying an attorney of law is a cop because they work in the legal system to prosecute the accused i.e. going after criminals. Cops exist to protect property, uphold the law (but they have no legal obligation to protect the public a la DeShaney vs. Winnebago(1989), Town of Castle Rock vs. Gonzales(2005) and re-enforced after Uvalde in spring '22), and was created to control weaker groups of people.

That's just not how Ollie's portrayed. Oliver is portrayed as an anti-fascist, social justice, cop-hating, criminal. He's literally juxtaposed with cops. Holding himself accountable in law is not an endorsement of the legal system but rather a stance in his morals that no one is above accountability which is how the law should work. You can say all of his writing, just by including cops, makes his comics copaganda, but that doesn't reflect on Ollie as a character endorsing the police nor does it "make him a cop". Copaganda reflects on cops as an institution and how writers want us to view them. Oliver is literally one of the characters whose stories actively revolve around him sticking up for those who are victimized by the police. You said it yourself, anon, "Nearly every DC hero is a cop." You just happened to pick one of the ones who falls into the small minority of non-cop abiding.

Furthermore, though I assume you mean Oliver metaphorically embodies what role cops fill, in the literal sense as well, your claim is fundamentally wrong because Oliver Queen has never been an actual cop before either. Someone who would fit your sentiment would be Dick Grayson who has been written in the role of an officer before (literal) as well as upholds the system as best he can (metaphorical).

The difference between Bruce, Oliver, and Dick in their inherent "all stories that have cops are" copaganda is that Dick and Bruce both constantly get aligned with cops by others including the police whereas the Police actively hunt Ollie down because they see him as a threat to their power. Ollie actively hates cops. Bruce and Dick (usually) actively don't. Ollie works against the Police whereas the other two work with the police so much so that, again, citizens relate their brutality to that of cops.

I was reading Hal and Ollie's road trip arc a good handful of months ago (of which is about the dichotomized relationship between Ollie "loud and proud leftist" Queen and Hal "before his rebellious phase" Jordan), and one of the issues was made up of two stories. The second one is of Hal and Ollie at odds over the best way to solve something via the authorities or good ol' fashion revolution, but I want to focus on the first half of the issue. It takes place in Gotham where Officer Bullocks literally commits an act of heavy Police Brutality against a gang of older teens and young adults who wronged him(they trashed his entire apartment) and he gets away with it because he "felt bad." It was horrifying to read; there was no accountability.

So I agree with you, there is a wild amount of copaganda in comic books both because of writers' political beliefs and views on the world (bullocks getting away with it because the writer thought it was fine) but also in the context of the stories. An example of in-story writing would be the first thing Jason ever said to Bruce in rebirth: "You want to beat up on a kid, go enlist in the G.C.P.D. like every other bully in this city." So in the context of the batman universe, Jason and people like Jason (i.e. the weak and vulnerable) do relate vigilantes to cops because they constantly see them working with each other. Dick Grayson was a cop for a period of time joining the Blud. police department because "those were the morals his father instilled in him." And I could go on and on about the faith comic characters constantly put in law and order.

Oliver holding himself accountable under the law, though, is not endorsing the system like Bruce and Dick do, he does not place his faith in law and order. That is him actively taking a stance saying he is not above the law. Where on most cases, Bruce does view himself as being above. And even when Bruce admits to going too far, he will never fess up to the public that he, Bruce Wayne, did it, whereas Ollie doesn't allow himself to hide behind his persona. A big difference between the two men is that Oliver being Green Arrow is very public knowledge and Bruce tries to hide his life as batman as best as he can. It all comes down to accountability.

Now, you sent this about Ollie, so why am I talking so much about him in relation to Bruce. That's because Ollie and Bruce are constantly being related to as the same, usually in the vein of "well, they're both hella rich with no powers who play dress up, right?" But this is a complete misunderstanding of Ollie's character (for one, he's not rich, or at least he's not supposed to be).

I think this constant water-downed view of Ollie is what allows people to project Bruce's less-than-iron beliefs onto Ollie.

There are decades worth of canon where a core of Ollie's is the fact that he can't stand cops and doesn't believe the system that's used now can be saved, only mitigated as something better replaces it. He holds himself accountable for his actions as Green Arrow because he knows that just complaining isn't enough. He needs to step up as a leader and not just help overthrow a discriminatory institution but actually actively help rebuild it. Whereas Bruce actively believes the system can be saved. Most notable that comes to mind right now is the new Batman movie where Bruce, in his final monologue, just saw how the cops failed to protect Gotham from the riddler, but states how, just like the bat symbol is now established with hope, he now has hope that the police can do the right thing. He doesn't learn that the current system will never truly work and instead now believes that it could work (when we know it can't).

If you want to focus on copaganda in DC comics, Arrows just aren't going to be your strongest contestants. Because Copaganda does exist, but your best bet is going to lie within most bat-adjacent characters who literally try to uphold that system. Or you can look at lanterns whose stories not only are about literal space cops but have also deviated from Hal Jordan rebuilding his moral compass and calling out the guardians for their fascist tendencies to turning Guy Gardener, a man previously written as to be a notorious cop hater, into working in the Baltimore P.D. as an actual cop. Those groups have the basis for talking how police are glorified. Arrows just don't have that historical canon for a strong argument.

#comictary #ollie queen #oliver queen #tw police brutality #also interestingly enough I looked up a ton of articles and videos but funnily enough there weren't any on oliver #looking for him specifically actually juxtaposed him w other heroes and how his poltical activism and anti-cop rhetoric is non negotiable t #his character and is so heavily entwinned that he wouldn't be who is w/o those beliefs #hmmm #miscellaneous dc metas #digital mailbox

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