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zenpouji-isaku · 6 months

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22-44: Carelessness is Forbidden!

The Headmaster has relied on Tachibana to deliver a secret message. He wears a disguise and hides it to pass through an checkpoint. There, Kisanta and Shinbei show up! However, why are these two not coming over like usual?

Hi! I haven't stopped thinking about this genkin trio episode since I posted about it a few days ago, so I sat down and subbed it in one entire sitting. I love this trio with all my heart. Senzou's so exasperated all the time around these two but he does genuinely care about them! daawww

Screencaps are homebrew this time though. Featuring the new font! I changed it this time for ease of watching. Hope its more legible this time around! and not too goofy looking LOL

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#nintama #nintama rantarou #rkrn #I FEEL BAD FOR HIM THOUGH because if anything #if he knows what hes doing hes actually really skilled. plus hes good with disguising #his missions always just go belly up #ill get to season 30!! ill sub the season 30 flashbacks!!#<- words spoken by someone who still hasn't done any of them orz #mine #fansubs #genkin trio #this was pretty quick and painless to work on actually! very fun! i have a few more episodes in mind #but i just had some time today! so here we are #no beta we die like senzous hope for completing a espionage mission whenever the genkin trio gets together #UPDATE this is season 22 not s20. i dont know why i put that lol

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i-hardlyknowher · 2 years

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One of the most fucked up things about tlt to me is how Cytherea hasn't lived 10.000 years. She's been dying all that time. Loveday sacrificed her life so Cytherea could live, but instead of living, instead of making it all worth Loveday's sacrifice, she's just been dying and miserable for longer than anyone should even be alive.

She's even in immense pain, at the point of her illness where any mortal should be dead. But she can't die naturally and she can't end the pain or the guilt herself, because she has a duty to the Emperor, a duty to make Loveday's sacrifice worth it (even if, or maybe because she isn't exactly living in the way Loveday wanted her to), and later a goal to avenge the souls of all 8 original cavaliers and their remaining lyctors by killing God.

Cytherea has never been able to die, but she's been dying for an inconceivable amount of time.

#and when she finally did die it was completely unfulfilling #because she still had an important mission to achieve. and instead she failed and made 2 new lyctors #cytherea loveday #loveday #the locked tomb #tlt

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princesssarcastia · 1 year

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in this land of milk and honey, we're too shy to say we're thirsty

here, have 1.5k of fic i just wrote about mission: impossible: rogue nation. AU of the scene where Ethan Hunt wakes up a captive of the Syndicate, where Ilsa Faust gets to run the interrogation the way she wants to, instead of being interrupted by the Bone Doctor. title from “Little Mercy,” by Doomtree. read it on ao3 here.

“What Vinter and the rest of his stupid ilk never realize is that torture doesn’t work, especially on their own kind. Pain is cheap.”

Ilsa grabs her tools by rote memory, uninterested in taking any care in the work she’s about to do. This isn’t the first time she’s worked someone over for Lane, and it won’t be the last time; she needs to stay numb to it, numb here in the moment and numb after his latest acquisition bends and twists, numb when she has to stand there in the aftermath as the others move in to take what they want from him, numb to the part of her that wants to perk up at the praise following a job well done.

The door groans under its own weight when the guards push it open for her, and she sees the man tense ever so slightly where he’s tied to the post. Conscious, then, but not quite awake. Her heels click in the silence after the door slams shut.

She leaves the lights off; the shadows help, sometimes, with some agents. Paired with the right kind of drugs, the right kind of touch, darkness can add a dreamlike quality to an already intimate process. People like them feel safer in the dark.

This one is dangerous. Lane wouldn’t take such a personal interest if he wasn’t. So, she slips off her shoes, sets them on the table with her tray and her jacket, unbuttons the top button of her shirt and rolls up her sleeves.

Ilsa turns around and—

He’s awake now.

He’s staring at her.

She stares right back.

The moment yawns and stretches between them, arching languidly. Ilsa breathes in sharply, quietly, and takes a step toward him, still caught on his eyes—although the rest of him is hardly a chore to examine.

He doesn’t move, focused intently on her. Assessing. Calculating. It feels—it feels a little like when Lane looks at her, like he’s cataloguing her expressions and picking apart the things that make her tick. But it doesn’t make her want to curl up and hide when this man does it.

“Nice shoes.”

Ilsa blinks, then quirks her brow, amused. That’s a new one.

“American intelligence, yes?” A soft opener.

He tilts his head, silent, but clearly not buying that she doesn’t already know.

“But not the CIA,” she continues, moving closer in even steps. “No, you have too much personality for that, I can already tell.”

Now he’s amused, letting his lips twitch, but he keeps his silence. She starts turning his reactions in her mind, letting her gaze fall over the whole of him to catch them all. This one is a talker; she just needs to get him started. And stop getting distracted by his eyes. There’s something about them that draws her attention, but Ilsa can’t figure out what.

“How long have you worked for the IMF?” She stops well outside of his reach but still close enough to see his chest rise and fall minutely with each breath. If she focuses, she imagines she might be able to see it twitch with the beating of his heart.

“How long did you work for British intelligence, before you turned traitor?” He fires back. Right on the money. Not that it’s a difficult guess, given where he is and how she speaks.

“Twenty years,” she says calmly, and watches him mentally turn on a dime, reassessing. “They recruited me right of secondary school. I imagine it was much the same for you. Sometimes, they catch people later, but MI6 knows how to recognize a good asset in the making fairly early.”

Ilsa takes a step closer. “The agency was my whole life. It consumed all my time and energy. My waking hours and my sleeping ones. And I was…eager to please. An excellent agent, willing and capable of doing anything they asked of me. It was hard, sometimes, but in the end it was worth it because I knew everything I was doing was for queen and country. The greater good,” she adds, letting her mouth twist wryly.

He watches her for a moment, and she lets him, lets the silence sit, lets it build. It’s an obvious enough cue, and he’s curious enough now to take the bait. He wants her talking as much as she wants him talking, neither of them in control nor sure they have the upper hand, yet.

“What changed,” he asks finally, and Ilsa’s gaze catches on his eyes again.

“I woke up,” Ilsa takes three steps to her left, changing the angle of approach. “I realized, one day, that I only thought I was fighting for the right side because it’s what I chose to believe. None of my experiences actually supported that conclusion.

“Have you ever killed an innocent person, Ethan?” She doesn’t wait for his answer. “I know I have. On accident, sure, as an unintended casualty of my mission; but on purpose, too. Sometimes it was the mission. To make things easier for MI6, for my handler, for England. For their convenience.”

Now he shifts, the cuffs on his wrists and ankles clinking. He doesn’t respond, but she can see it in his eyes. He has. Of course he has. No one in their line of work hasn’t.

That fact of life actually bothers him, unlike Lane and the rest of the men here. The same way it bothers her when she forgets to be numb.

She knows what it is in his eyes, now, that’s pulling at her attention.

His eyes are kind. He looks kind.

It’s impossible.

“I realized I was only loyal to them because of a lie I was telling myself. And that loyalty certainly wasn’t returned. The agency doesn’t exist to care for its agents, it exists to use them up until there’s nothing left. How many times did they leave me out in the cold, dangling in the wind, to survive or die under nothing more than my own ability?”

“That’s the job,” he says, with a hint of condescension. It grates. He probably means it to.

“That doesn’t make it right, the way they treated me. The way your government treats you.”

His eyes shift. He knows her game, now, has mapped out the path she wants to take, the weak spots she’s aiming for. The muscles in his limbs tense and relax minutely, imbued with the strength of surety, surety that what she’s trying to do won’t work.

But his faith in himself is misplaced, because now she can tell he hasn’t realized yet that what she’s saying is true. He’s like her, two, five years ago: unable to value his own life. What his handlers do to him doesn’t matter because he doesn’t matter; you can’t hurt someone if they don’t see themselves as person capable of being hurt. It’s fine if they use you because you’re letting them. You’re a tool; if you’re not being used, then what’s the point of you?

The truth is, it does matter. It does hurt them. And they only let themselves be used because the right people broke them at the right time, cracking them wide open to let someone else in to twist them into knots.

Truth will out. It’s more powerful than people like them, steeped in lies and deception, ever expect, which is why Ilsa is so fond of using it.

Faster than the eye can properly see, she lunges for him, sinking her needle into the meat of his bicep and depressing the plunger. Too quick for him to stop, although he pulls his legs up to kick her in the chest and send her sprawling.

Truth will out. But of course, the drugs help.

His kind eyes blink rapidly, then slowly, clearly tensing to try and fend off unconsciousness that isn’t coming. Oh, it won’t knock him out. Unconscious is no use to her. But it’ll ease the way for the truth; make him more pliant, more sociable, more open to suggestion.

What Vinter and the rest of his stupid ilk never realize is that torture doesn’t work, especially on their own kind. Pain is cheap. Their bodies are disposable, their lives are disposable. Ethan Hunt would happily die for the IMF, for the greater good, probably even for his fellow agents. He’s a fighter, this one. He’ll die before they break him.

But if Ilsa can lay the truth of their lives out in front of him in ways he can understand, it will plant seeds of doubt his lived experiences can’t help but nurture. Doubt is more dangerous than pain.

Ethan Hunt and his kind eyes will never work for Solomon Lane, not after Lane shot that poor woman in the head in front of him. Not after Lane made him feel helpless—and she’s sure Lane did, it’s his favorite way to make people feel, and he’s spectacularly good at it.

She just needs to make sure Ethan doesn’t work against them. Finding the ways his handlers have made him feel helpless is a good place to start.

Ilsa waits for his pupils to blow wide and his pulse to slow in his chest and neck before she starts. She stays where he put her on the floor, only shifting enough to sit up.

“How long have you worked for the IMF, Ethan?” She asks softly.

One breath. Two breaths. He blinks again, licks his lips.

And tells her.

#mission: impossible #m:i rogue nation #ethan hunt #ilsa faust #fic #mission: impossible fic #fanfic #my fic #when no one interrupts her interrogation #ilsa unfortunately doesn't have the opportunity to help ethan escape #so things unfold very differently #still completely captivated by the fact that these two had a 'same hat!!!' moment #with one of them tied up and the other preparing to interrogate them #anyway all the covert operatives in this movie are fundamentally broken #and incapable of recognizing their own worth as human beings #the ones that realize it only do so when its too late to back out #ethan hunt? never does #unless...#ilsa is still working for mi:6 here to be clear #because she knows lane is bad news and needs to be stopped #but she has no love or loyalty for her country anymore #they finally beat it out of her #(its why lane lets her stay. its why he 'believes in her potential'#because he can tell she see the system for what it is)#(he's just arrogant enough to believe he can make her sign on with him with the same loyalty #that she once showed mi:6)#if you're wondering why the hell i'm writing mission impossible fic now #good news! i am too #no fucking clue how i ended up here

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birdcatt · 7 months

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Started playing EotS cuz of you (knowing Darkrai played a role also had a hand in it) and OOOOUUUGHHH IM SCREAMING

Thank you for introducing this game to me via my browsing the Darkrai tag

THATS AWESOME!!!!!! it makes me really happy to hear that i was the source of getting someone else into a thing i like

admittedly i dont play a lot of eos romhacks, and eots is the 2nd one ive completed, but its great!!!!!!! the start was admittedly confusing and, at first, not that fun to me when i first started (hero get your aggression under control!!! damn!!!!!) but once i actually got past that, it was great! i rewatched the ending several times, and when i wanted to see my skitty hero instead of the yter's hero, just recorded it myself LOL and then watched the cutscene

(lettie and didi's actual in-game names are Leditor and Pudding! leditor as in level editor because i was streaming to a modding community when i restarted and we were bein goofy. this did not take away the emotional impact)

ANYWAYS glad theres another eots player around!!!!! its so <3 it consumed my brain for a few days

playing as your hero and partner pair ever will make eots emotionally hit you harder. thats my recommendation. i could Feel the missed potential impact bc i used an entirely new team (never had skitty or totodile before! mainly totodile!)

#ask #churchydragon #if you ever wanna play another rom hack after this!!!! i recommend the Only other romhack ive completed #explorers of the azure sky is great and was my introduction to eos hacks #it follows very closely to the original base game but has altered dialogue and new pokemon #also the fairy typing added in #its up to the chapter before brine cave iirc but im actually in postgame for my azure sky save #why? i never experienced the postgame past aegis cave #i was a bit sad when i sae that there was no more of azure sky's altered dialogue and now its base game dialogue #but im still having a jolly old time in base game now! at this point i treat it like a balance hack #i also modified my azure sky copy to fit my tastes. anyway #it was just to add a dragon typing to the entire snivy line and also giving them dragon level up moves #and also adding in a mimikyu partner #draco meteor is. fucking insane #im actually playing it rn. just finished aegis cave #finally i can actually See darkrai in game #everything i know of him is second hand. i never experienced all that #(clenches fist) aegis cave........#actually getting all the unown letters wasnt that bad. idk younger me had a weak mental #i remember making mission codes just to generate all the unown letters i needed #and i Still never completed aegis cave #WELL THAT JUST CHANGED! 5 MINUTES AGO

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weariedwight · 1 year

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When Faegalad was the Ring-bearer for the Three Rings, she kept them on a long silver chain she wore around her neck. Keeping them close and under her clothing, but careful not to wear them, until situation forced her hand. But, even after she completed her mission and delivered the Rings to their new Bearers, she continued to wear the chain, but wrapped it thrice around her neck - simply saying it was a memento from Eregion, which was the partial truth. In reality, she continued to wear it as a silent symbol of pride - that she had succeeded in keeping the Rings from Sauron, and had kept at least part of her promise to Celebrimbor.

#headcanons #((I think once the Rings left Middle-earth Fae would be a tad more willing to tell someone of her plight #if she was close enough to them but I think she'd still be pretty hesitant just because she went so long keeping it a secret #to keep herself and the other Ring-bearers safe - a secret she wouldn't be able to easily share))#((also with that: I think she'd still be reluctant to say anything before that even to the other bearers or anyone who would know of the ri #*rings like Celeborn or Celebrian just because she doesn't want to think about what she had gone through to complete #the mission #nor does she want to admit that she had actually wore Vilya and used it - something she wouldn't have admitted to anyone))

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