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100yearoldcomics · 1 year

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August 6, 1922 Abie by Harry Hershfield

In which Abe becomes that kind of liberal. You know, the kind who'll find themselves in an unfamiliar situation, immediately assume the worst of the people there and call the cops at the slightest sense of fear. Don't be Abe.

TOP PANEL [ID: Abe happily leads a savagely-beaten tough guy in a striped sweater and checkered cap into his fern-strewn living room. /end] Red: Is dis de joint you live in? Abe: Yes, Red. I want you to meet the folks!

MAIN COMIC [ID: Abe stands in front of a vanity cabinet, fastening the tie of his tuxedo. /end] Abe [thinking]: Fine, fine. It's positivel nice of Sigmund to lend me his dress suit to go to that affair in Ginsberg's hall.

[ID: Abe sprints through a rainstorm towards the entrance of Bill's Restaurant. /end] Abe [thinking]: Oy, it's commencing to rain. I mustn't ruin Sigmund's suit! I'll stend under here till it's over!!!

[ID: Inside Bill's restaurant, two tough-looking men sit at the diner counter, glumly eating soup. The cook stands with his back to us, working on something next to a carafe of coffee. Signs on the wall behind the men read, "Gravy and Bread 10¢," "Cup of Coffee 5¢, Thin Cup 10¢" and "No Mistakes Rectified After Leaving." /end] [INFLATION GUIDE: Let's get those prices in 2022 dollars: That's about $1.75 for bread & gravy and a "thin cup" of coffee and 88¢ for a regular coffee. /end]

[ID: Abe stands under the restaurant's awning as the rain worsens. He looks nervously inside. /end] Abe [thinking]: It looks like a long rain! I'll go in and phone for a taxicab. But oy, what a couple of them guerrilla murderers inside!!!

[ID: Abe walks into the restaurant in full tuxedo and uses a wall-mounted telephone on the wall behind the men. They turn around in their seats to glare at Abe. /end] Abe: Send a taxicab right over. I want to go to Ginsberg's Hall. I'll be outside, in front of Bill's Restaurant. On Rock St.!!!

[ID: A dispatcher at the taxi company sits at his desk, puffing on a cigar as he talks on the telephone. A sign on the wall beside him reads, "The Pink and Yellow Taxi Co. - By the Trip, Day, Month or Year" and a map of the city hangs to its right. /end] Dispatcher: Nothing doing! The chauffeurs are afraid to go near that joint!!!

[ID: Back to Bill's Restaurant. Abe's still on the phone. He's shaking with nerves now. /end] Abe: Police station?? Quick. Send over a bunch men to Bill's Restaurant, on Rock St.!!!

[ID: Abe gets off the phone and trembles as the men at the counter greet him. /end] Red: Come on, Cul. Have a cup of java and warm up. It's gettin' damp out!! Abe [thinking]: Oy, I'm trepped in their power here. I'll better give in to them till the police come!!!

[ID: He meekly sits down at a table as Red begins playing checkers with Abe. The other guy stands and watches beside the table. /end] Red: You know, there's more to checkers than many blokes think! Abe [thinking]: I wish they'd commence on me and get it over. I couldn't stend the strain much longer!!!

[ID: The men turn, surprised, as three uniformed cops burst into the restaurant, batons at the ready. /end] Cop: Hello, Red. Hello, Steve! What's wrong here, who sent in the riot call??? Red: This guy here, for some reason!!

[ID: The cop points towards the tough fellows at the card table and confronts a stunned Abe. /end] Abe: I thought... I felt that... Maybe? Who can tell? As I came in... I was almost sure... It looked like... I... Anyhoe... Cop: You don't mean them two guys?? Them's a couple of REFORMED crooks. Just reformed this morning! Have a heart!!!!!!!

[ID: Abe happily sits in the back of the police patrol wagon with two cigar-smoking cops as they drive through the rain. /end] Cop: You got to give guys like that a CHANCE, you know. Where do you want to go? Abe: Ginsberg's Hall!

#newspaper comics #vintage #history #1922 #abie the agent #transcript available #1920s #classism #call the cops #you can tell this is fiction because the cops acted reasonably and took careful consideration of the situation after they barged in #taxi #judging books by their cover

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klykcielewe · 14 days

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Sprawa deszczu owoców wyjaśniona

Maciej Dębiński, 15.04.2024

Jak wiadomo, w ostatnim czasie w Kłykciach Lewych istniało podejrzenie deszczu owoców, wywołane jabłkami spadającymi na ludzi przy ulicy Jana Pawła Adamczewskiego. Na nasze szczęście okazało się, że nie ma powodu do zmartwień. Fenomen okazał się być spowodowany panią Terenią Goliat z trzeciego piętra, rzucającą owocami w dzieciaki na deskorolkach.

Grupa lokalnych nastolatków , złożona, m. in. z szesnastoletniej Tosi Hałas, najlepszej skaterki we wsi, w roli przynęty, oraz Wiktora Sójki, który ma trzech braci, a co za tym idzie, dobrze rozwinięty refleks, w roli łapacza, postanowiła wykorzystać tę sytuację. Całą zeszłą sobotę spędzili pozyskując, a później odsprzedając owoce rzucane przez Panią Terenię, aż ta nie zorientowała się, że została wystrychnięta na dudka. Szczególnym zainteresowaniem, pomimo ich rozpaćkanego stanu, cieszyły się jagody. Owoców tych, od pewnego czasu brakowało w Kłykciach Lewych, jako, że sezon jeszcze się nie zaczął, a mrożonki były na bieżąco wykupywane przez panią Basię, w niewiadomych celach.

Agent Rambo, w obliczu zwolnienia z obowiązków postanowił zostać we wsi trochę dłużej, aby “poszukać słońca”. Świadkowie widzieli go w ostatnich dniach, siedzącego na ławce, z kawą i patrzącego na ekipę budującą burdel na rogu ulic Fajnej i Słonecznej.

#kłykcie #kłykcie lewe #polska wieś #polska #wieś #polish tag #poland #polish #polblr #polski tumblr #polishposting #polskaposting #polandposting #polishcore #unreality #oc #oc writing #mockumentary #parody

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tezerenotameiki · 2 years

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ryuki is the character of all time. honor student smart enough to graduate early and one of the youngest agents to join ABIS. completely crumbles under the slightest hint of pressure from an authority figure and a perceived sense of failure. you could snap his spine like a twig and he instantly fails at arm wrestling pewter. he does parkour and jumps off walls with ease. wants to be a hero of justice more than anything else and does all might impressions to the point of concerning everyone around him. does criminal activity and will shoot an innocent civilian bc he’s doing Just Fine. date is an important father figure to him and the center of his guiding philosophy and motivation to keep getting back up. he wants to fuck date so so bad to the point of asking mizuki what date thinks about him and gets disappointed she says that he thinks ryuki is a ‘valuable part of the team’ and nothing else. he is asexual. he is a whore. he is insane. he is so normal.

tldr

#i am putting him in my washing machine. i am setting him on the spin cycle.#ai the somnium files #nirvana initiative spoilers #ai nirvana initiative spoilers #nirvanai spoilers #ryuki kuruto #aini spoilers

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imustbenuts · 1 year

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there's 2 fun facts you can infer about AITSF and AINI that isn't spoken about in game if you know enough about japan (MAJOR SPOILERS FOR AITSF)

1. mayumi started her diner likely in the 1980's, before an economic crash happened

when you first meet her (iirc), one of the things she says about her diner is that it was opened 30 years ago, and quote,

this line seems weird if you know nothing about it, but there was a major economic crash in the 1990s that still has lingering effects to this day.

in short, the banks were so over leveraged into the stratosphere that loan interests were crazy low, and everyone was wealthy and partying until the bubble popped. when it did, it was catastrophic, resulting in the 1990s being known as 'the lost decade'. new graduates couldnt find jobs and people struggled a lot. corporations suddenly stopped hiring fresh graduates. the perception of the 'safe salaryman life' began to see its death in this decade, it was painful.

anyway, mayumi pulling through this era really does mean the diner was doing GOOD. like, CRAZY GOOD.

spoilers: and this also means date was likely part of the lost decade. born 1977, it would've been 1995 when he reached 18. he would've graduated into a landscape of poor job opportunities, so being a civil servant (a cop) would've been a safe choice aside from his own possible motivations at the time.

speaking of.

2. date's car is stupid expensive. like, stupid, fucking, shouldn't-even-be-driven expensive. (potentially over 3k usd every 2 years minimum*)

so. in japan, cars are allowed to be on the road after passing an inspection. 車検 shaken, as it is commonly called, occurs every 2 to 3 years depending on the type of car it is. since the Ford Falcon is a common car, it would have to be inspected every 2 years.

all this system is in place to ensure the integrity of the car. in another way, shaken incentivizes people to renew their old cars for newer, more efficient models. the avg lifespan of a car in japan seems to be 12 years, and also, most people living in tokyo actually don't own a personal vehicle.

now, due to how shaken works, it would cost between ¥100,000 (US$747 rn) and ¥200,000 (US$1495) to renew... for newer cars. for older cars, it's more. plus, each time a car inspection fails, it'll cost even more time and money to get that shaken approved.

i've found someone claiming that driving a 1992 Porsche 911 964 RS meant paying ¥400,000 (US$2990 rn). (link) (EDIT: this was written in 2014)

now, best case scenario for Date's car being a '89, his shaken would cost maybe slightly more than ¥400,000 (US$ 2990 at time of writing) every 2 years. also again, this does not take into effect whether his car would actually fail inspection and require a fix or replacement to its parts, leading to even more costs. so yeah, potentially far more than ¥400,000.

but! one thing about his car is that it seems to be modified, seeing as how a certain someone's (plural) vehicle in AINI is also modified. it's probably safe to assume that there's some degree of tinkering going on under ABIS'/MPD rules bending.

so, this means date's vehicle is either bleeding him dry, or is being paid with taxpayer's money, or shaken isn't a thing in uchikoshi's mind. i'd like to believe in the former, because this means date has

been blowing ¥400,000 every 2 years on his stupid fucking car

been blowing ¥¥¥ on cabaret club

blew ¥1,000,000 (US$7,473 rn) on his stupid fucking audio system

his mountain of porno mags???

feel free to draw your own conclusions about the economy of AITSF, the pay of ABIS agents, and his residence:

#aitsf #aini #ai the somnium files #mayumi matsushita #kaname date

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cochidinh · 6 months

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This is a parody (? I dont know what it called) with Ai: the Somnium files, it's just pop up in my head

An ABIS agent with big titty - only exist in another dimension - AI partner

#rain code au #yuma kokohead #shinigami chan

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pedrostylez · 11 months

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Hi Abi, I’m answering your call for Javi P requests 😉 I’m thinking maybe Messina goes behind Javi’s back to plan an undercover op with fem reader. Maybe she’s thrust right into a narco hotspot and when Javi finds out he is MAD

Anon this is an amazing request. Wow wow wow. I’m sorry I didn’t write this last night-I saw the request and my face went 😯

2.5k words-OOF

Very little editing so sorry in advance

So here we are! Um…there’s a knife involved? Ok anyway so…

To be fair, Javi is always pissed about something. His blood is always boiling from the heat, from Murphy giving him a hard time, from Messina being up his ass about something he did wrong–there is always something.

When he is in the middle of a conversation with one of these cartel members pretending to not have an agenda, and sees the local girls come out to offer their attention in exchange for money, he is not phased. This is typical of the drug lords around here, and he was prepared for this. Messina had done a fantastic job of recruiting local girls to help with information so that her agents wouldn’t have to put themselves at risk the same way anymore (something Javier was not willing to admit was a brilliant idea). He would likely pull his normal girl to talk after she had gone around to everyone, maybe get her to suck him off and be on his merry way.

But what he didn’t expect was to see you step out with all the same girls, dressed up in your tallest pair of heels and the shortest dress from your closet. Javier’s blood seemed to boil hotter, watching you barely glance at him and turn your attention to the cartel big-wig he sat across. Your unfazed reaction him made him want to call Messina now, because you had clearly been prepped for who was on this mission for information.

He was a pro at keeping his face blank watching you from the corner of his eye as he slowly sipped on his whiskey. It was getting to the point that he didn’t want it anymore, warm at the bottom and burning his throat, but he used it to keep himself busy as he watched you. The way you stepped around him, slid into the seat beside the man he was talking to made him feel physically ill. As far as he was concerned, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. He inhaled harshly when you lifted your leg and he saw the curve of your ass, your dress hiking up along your thigh.

You quickly looked at him when he breathed sharply, giving him a don’t ruin this look, before turning back to your target. You needed information and Messina had specifically asked you to help-who were you to refuse? “Did you want to talk privately with me?” You say in broken Spanish, making Peña snort, beginning to cough back into his drink. You glare at him, glancing back to the cartel member and seeing him lean away from you, exchanging looks with Peña.

Javier speaks quickly to the man, laughing together and looking back at you before you could translate. The cartel member stood up, nodding at you in a polite manner and stepped away, leaving you to sigh and glare at Peña. “What the fuck–”

“Stay in character, hermosa.” Peña mumbled, bringing his glass up to his lips but not letting any of the liquid into his mouth. His eyes blazed into you, trying to silently communicate that you being here was a bad idea, that he had this handled.

His comment made your back straighten, glancing over your shoulder as you took a quick drink from your own glass. Just water, made to look like tequila. You turned back to him and his head tilted, a small smile growing. “What?”

“Aren’t you going to offer your services to me?” He asked, smiling at the blush that trailed up your cheeks. He watched you gawk at him, mouth opening and closing over and over until you snap it shut.

He had expected you to walk away, angry with him for even asking. Hopefully you would be so annoyed and offended you would just leave, and get back into whichever car had brought you here and let him do his job. But the calm look that crossed your face before a small smirk caught him off guard. “Did you want to talk somewhere more private, Javi?” His veins felt like they had been pumped full of adrenaline, smiling back at you and standing up without a nod, holding his hand out to you.

He let you lead him to the back rooms where he had been multiple times with other girls, letting the door shut quietly before leaning against the door. “Why the fuck are you here right now?” He growled, running his hands through his hair and tugging lightly. His frustration was apparent to you, the quick change in his demenor making your shoulders slump. It felt like you were back in the office with him glaring at you, wondering if you would ever be anything more than a desk jockey.

You sighed, pulling the hem of your dress down. His eyes followed your hands briefly before snapping back up to your face. “Messina told me to help with the operation Peña, I don’t know what your fucking issue is.”

He shook his head, throwing his hands up in the air and gesutring behind him. “It isn’t safe for you.” He stated, standing up straight and beginning to pace in front of the door. “You can’t just waltz in here, without any type of protection, without telling someone-”

“I have protection, Peña.” You scoffed. “And Messina didn’t want to tell you, but Murphy knows. He’s right outside.”

Javier stepped up to you, eyebrows furrowed together and his fists clenched. “What protection do you have, huh? You don’t have any room on you for a gun, I know that’s for sure.” He said quietly, trying to intimidate you.

“I don’t have a gun Peña–”

“Then why the fuck are you in here?” He was ready to yell at you like a child. How could you come in here with anything less than a gun? How could Murphy or Messina allow this to happen?

You pushed against his chest, doing your best to hold your ground. “I have a knife on my leg, asshole! I wasn’t going to let him grope me.” You whisper yelled, sitting down against the dresser on the far wall.

Javier laughs, leaning one arm on the dresser beside your hip. “How exactly were you going to get information then hermosa? Just ask nicely? He would have tried to touch you.” He couldn’t believe how unprepared you were.

You pause in your thoughts, shifting slightly. “I would have just pulled out my knife and stabbed him, Peña. That’s what we are trained to do.”

Javier turned to you fully, standing in front of you with his hand still beside your hip, bringing his fingers to skate along your thigh that is exposed. “Would have stabbed him, huh? Even if he was being nice and touching you like this?” He whispered, listening to a girl in the hallway giggle, heavy footsteps stepping past the door you both were behind. His rough fingers drifted up beyond the hem of your skirt, feeling the strap around your thigh that held a switch blade firmly to your outerleg.

Your breath caught at the feeling of his fingers, his palm pressing to your legs quickly and spreading heat across your skin. You shivered, hands going to the dresser to keep yourself upright and bringing your eyes down to watch his hand. Your hand tingled when it overlapped his on the furniture.

Peña’s pupils dilated at your reaction, stepping closer to you and pushed your legs apart. The dress rolled slightly, exposing your knife and he tsked at you. “It’s too obvious cariño. He would have grabbed it,” His hand quickly wrapped around the handle, pulling it from the velcro holster and up to your eye line. “And he would have brought it up for you to see, asking why you had it.” He pushed the release on the knife, watching you jump at the sound of the blade. “And then he would have held it to your throat until you told him all your little secrets about the DEA.”

You were acutely aware of the tip of the knife at your collarbone, Javier running it back and forth from strap to strap of your dress. You wondered briefly if he was right, that maybe you shouldn’t have been here. “I would have said I needed it incase someone got too rough with me.” You swallowed, eyes glued to his as he smirked at you. He tapped the flat side of the knife against your skin, feeling suddenly calm at the idea of you in here with him instead of out with the cartel.

He placed the knife beside you, giving you a pointed look as he leaned his front against yours. Holding you in place, he grabbed your hand that was on top of his and brought it up to the side of his neck. “If you have to stab someone, you do it here. No where else.” He said quietly, moving your fingers to the front of his chest. “You can go here too, but not as effective.”

“I know where I would stab someone.” You say just as quietly, mesmerized by his ability to take control of you like a doll, unable to pull away.

“No you don’t.” He was sure you didn’t, and didn’t want to debate about it. “You’re lucky I’m not sending your ass outside right now back to Murphy and giving you a lesson instead.” His hand wrapped tighter around your wrist, pulling you toward him so your chest bumps against him.

“Let go of me.” You grit out, pulling your hand again and reeling back your other hand to slap him.

He lets you, grabbing your hand immediately after and holding you to his chest. He was heaving, eyes blazing with want as you looked at him angrily. “Stop being such a fucking brat and listen to me. This isn’t safe for you.”

“Fuck off–”

You weren’t particularly expecting him to kiss you. It was brutal, pushed and rushed, his eyes clenched closed, your arms tangled between you and his grip bruising. You opened your mouth to yell at him again when he pulled back, but he lunged back forward, teeth biting at your bottom lip without a care in the world. He released your wrists and wrapped his hands in your hair, yanking your head back to have access to your neck.

He felt like he was losing his mind, lips searing to your neck and listening to your breath catch. His pants started to become uncomfortable as you shifted to sit on the dresser, legs spreading for him to be closer. He groaned at the contact of your warm center over his, clothes in the way but still radiating to each other. “Listen to me, hermosa.” He exhaled, letting his fingers trail down your sides to the hem of your dress, shoving it up to expose some underwear he had seen through your skirt at work when you bent over.

You leaned back on your hands, chest heaving along with his to watch his next move. “I don’t have to listen to you.” You smiled, shimmying your hips as he pulled down your underwear. You hissed at the cooler air touching your center, suddenly feeling very exposed.

He growled, running his fingers along your seam to open you up, wetness gathering on his first two fingers. “You can’t stay here for this operation, I want you to go back to Murphy’s car.” He huffed, using what was on his fingers to circle your clit. He flicked his eyes up to you to see you were looking down, watching him. Your face flushed, hair a mess from his hands earlier.

God he wanted to fuck you.

You glanced up at him as he finished his sentence, his mouth open, eyebrows still furrowed. His pants looked tight and uncomfortable, a tent forming in the room he did have. “I’m not leaving, Javi.”

“God, you’re so fucking difficult, you know that?” He moaned, pushing his two fingers into your center to listen to your whine, chuckling to himself briefly. “That’s it baby, if I make you feel good will you leave?”

His question threw you off, clenching your hands around the edge of the dresser. “I’m not agreeing to anything.” You sigh, watching his hand continue to pump two fingers in to you, a brief laugh bubbling out of his mouth.

You writhe against the dresser, pushing your hips to meet his hand as he flattens his palm, letting your clit push against it. He looks up to your face frantically, wanting to watch your reactions and suddenly feels calm. You’re here, and not out there, where he can make sure you’re safe. “That’s alright hermosa, you don’t have to. Let me make you cum, huh?”

You puff out a few breaths, nodding quickly as he picks up speed. “How are you so wet for me, hmm? Were you waiting for this?” He asks, wrapping his other hand around your neck gently to force you to look at him. “Tell me you’ve been wanting me to do this to you, cariño.”

“I-I’ve been wanting this, J-Javi.” You stutter out, closing your eyes quickly but popping them back open when he squeezes around your neck, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me when you start to cum, pretty girl. I want to see you.” He growls, curling his fingers upward in search of what most people haven’t been able to find. You squeak out when he finds it, a knowing smile coming across his face as he continues to curl his fingers and lets his palm remain flat against your clit. “That’s it, you’re close huh?”

You nod again, wanting to cry out at the feeling he is making you endure, reaching out to his shirt and fisting it in your hands. “I can’t-I can’t hold it.”

He sighs, continuing his minstrations at a steady pace. “Don’t hold it. Let me see you-go ahead. Did you just need permission?”

You start to cum, holding your eyes open and watching as his eyes move from your face down to your center to watch your walls flutter around his fingers. He groaned, continuing to push in to you to lengthen your orgasm until you’re squirming away. When he pulls out his fingers he immediately places them in to his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

You’re heaving, watching him as he picks up your knife and places it back on your leg, rolling your dress back down. He pats your thigh, pulling your hips forward so that your feet land on the ground. Javi moves his hands up to your face, leaning to your cheek and giving you a quick peck. “Go head out to Murphy, hermosa. I’ll be out shortly.”

In a daze, you walk outside and around the corner, wondering what the hell just happened with Javier Peña.

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