#i will actually blame you Baba for this
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i'm working at 'em lol remember to vote Terry
#i should finish up requests by tomorrow-ish but yknow idk depends how i feel after work lol#dndads#dungeons and daddies#terry jr stampler#hermie the unworthy#scamster#jodie foster dndads#scam likely#lark oak garcia#idk what era im in that winds up with me drawing dilfs/dilf-adjacent dudes shirtless and/or slutty#i will actually blame you Baba for this#my artwork
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Spicynoodles prompt:
Bama?
Red Son looks down from the table and sees his 4 year old child staring curiously at him.
Yes my firefly?
Grandpa Wukong said I was a honeymoon baby? What does that mean?
Red Son spits out his drink.
"Bama?"
Red Son looked down from the table to see his 4-year-old daughter staring curiously up at him. He felt a small smile form. Every day, he was so lucky to have her. "Yes, my firefly?"
Huiying made grabby hands, the silent signal for 'up.' Red did as requested, taking a sip of his coffee once she was secure. "Grandpa Sun said I was a honeymoon baby? What does that mean?"
Red Son spat out his drink.
"What?!" Why was Sun Wukong telling her something like that?!
"Does it mean I was made with honey?!" Huiying asked, her eyes going wide. Honey was her favorite treat. She grinned, starting to wriggle excitedly. "What kind of honey!?"
Red looked around, trying his best to keep a smile on his face. He had hoped this question would wait. "No, no, it doesn't mean that." He looked around, just in case. It would be fine if Xiaotian or Xiaojiao walked in, but if Sun did? He was a dead man. "A honeymoon is a special trip that Baba and Bama took after we got married." Huiying nodded. "But, uh...you weren't actually made during our honeymoon."
-Four years ago-
"Oh shit."
Qi Xiaotian looked up at him with the saddest puppy eyes. “Shit?” he repeated. “You’re not happy?”
“Oh no, don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic.” Red couldn’t look at the tests on the counter. All of them bearing the same two little lines that said the same thing: they were going to be parents. “But remember why we’re getting married in a week?” Xiaotian’s sad puppy eyes disappeared as he concentrated. Red could practically see the equations floating around his head. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He loved this man, he did, but still. “We had a pregnancy scare.”
“Oh yeah-” Xiaotian’s grin at having the answer disappeared. He winced. “Ooh, yeah.”
Their families had found out about their year-long relationship right then and there. Once it was figured out that, no, Xiaotian was not pregnant, Sun Wukong had laid out a simple demand: they get married before having a baby. There had been some more harsh words aimed at Red. Although he couldn’t blame the king for not yelling at his Noodle Boy- he had a very cute face that made it hard to be mad at him.
So, off they went to plan a wedding.
A wedding that was only a week away.
“We gotta lie.”
Red looked up. “What?”
“Look, I’m only…” Xiaotian glanced at his stomach and gave it a quick press. It still looked normal chubby instead of pregnancy chub, but Red was willing to guess that a firmness had started to form. “A few weeks along. I have to tell Xiaojiao-” Made sense. Red nodded. “So she knows to keep everyone away when I get changed. We tell everyone when we get back from our honeymoon.”
“And then what?” Red was liking this plan but he was also mildly panicking. Anything could’ve sounded good. “What happens when they’re earlier than expected?”
Xiaotian gestured to himself. He was all cute monkey demon, his tail wrapping around his own tail in quiet comfort. Red felt himself relax a tad at the warmth. “Monkey pregnancies are shorter than human pregnancies.”
That was true. However, there was an issue. Red pressed his fingers to his mouth. “I should restate myself.” He took a deep breath. “What happens when Sun Wukong notices they’re earlier than expected?”
Xiaotian opened his mouth, closed it, and seemed to think. “We could say that me having that glamor spell on me for almost my entire life…” He cycled his hands, working through the spot. “Might’ve screwed with my systems. After all, my body never gave any sign I wasn’t human. Who knows how long this pregnancy could be?” Red opened his mouth. “And we can talk to my OG-GYN. Xe’ll back us up.”
It sounded weirdly simple.
But simple was one of the best plans.
-Now-
“And so we lied to everyone except your Ayi.”
Huiying blinked. “Baba says lying’s wrong.”
Red nodded, fighting back a pained grimace. The honesty of children hurt sometimes. “And he’s right. Don’t do what we did.”
“Is it lying if I don’t tell you something?”
Huh. Well, that was a change. “I mean, it depends. What aren’t you telling me?”
Huiying pointed to her head. “Grandpa Sun has been listening.” Now that she had pointed it, Red could see a little figure on her headband. What he assumed was a little cartoon figure of the Monkey King now had its arms crossed, glaring at him.
“Ah.”
“He says you get a five-minute headstart for lying.”
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to all the islamophobes out there saying "dont forget godhra"
y'all's cow babas killed men women children unborn kids raped burnt tortured thousands to take "revenge" of an incident that wasnt proved to be linked to anyone that was instantly blamed for it. i've never heard a single one of you heartless degenerates talk about what happened bilkis bano and how the PROVED culprits roam free today. i can swear on god that none of you absolute freaks give one shit abt kashmiri pundits, you don't care unless it is to defend your karsevak fathers killing minorities in this country.
"islam isnt this country's heritage, they were invaders"
what the hell were aryans who invaded looted killed the actual dravidian indians? ruin everything and return to a primitive lawless ape life in sum cave lol
-writeup from a friend of mine
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hey. I'm feeing in an angsty mood so what so you think John's funeral would be like? anyways love your writing 🤗
Bury You
♤ Summary: Reader takes John home. The masterlist
♤ a/n: I'm gonna be completely honest, I wrote this one like right away because I had some thoughts on it. But the formatting and posting on tumblr felt too daunting so I really am sorry this came so late! (1.2k)
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It had taken both Caine and Nobody to pry you from the death grip you held John with. Winston was barely holding it together himself, making arrangements on how to bring him home as a distraction.
You were nearly hysterical at the thought of having to part from him even for a moment.
You just got him back.
Nobody practically cradled you as you hyperventilated, clawing at his arms. Caine mournfully placed his jacket, covering John from your sight.
You had been so calm in his last moments, giving him that final minute of peace, allowing him closure and forgiveness. Now everything that you’ve suppressed came out in a flooding mess of emotions.
It’s like you couldn’t stick to one, quickly switching from anger to utterly overwhelming grief. Just a few minutes ago he was talking to you, he was in your arms and breathing, telling you that you were everything to him.
Now he’s dead.
The temptation to blame him dug its claws into you, anger was always easier than this gaping sadness. But no, deep down you knew why he did what he did no matter how much you hated that he did it.
Quickly becoming drained you numbly starred at the body of the man who had been your everything for such a short amount of time. How cruel he was able to have that strong of an impact on you that quickly.
Winston kneeled down to your eye-level but you merely blinked at him, practically seeing through him and to John. “It’s time to go home now.”
Your face contorted as you finally focused on him, “he was home.” Winston closed his eyes, almost like he needed a moment to collect himself.
“It’s time to bring him home.” You took a shaky breath, nodding softly to him. He grabbed onto your arm and with the help of Nobody, pulled you up.
It was time to plan a funeral, something he never thought he’d receive let alone with love, thought, and care put into it. You walked over to John, the last time you’d actually see him before you’d have to bury him.
“I don’t think I can ever hate you, but I’m trying really hard to forgive you,” you delicately whispered as you pulled down Caine’s jacket to properly see him. “I know what you did for me and I won’t ruin that. Not after what I lost for it.”
You were going to pretend for him.
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You were told that the Bowery King had Dog, something that made you slightly bitter. You wanted to go to John’s place to sort through his things but Winston had grabbed you by the arm, trying to prevent you from leaving.
“What is it, what are you hiding from me now?” You yanked your arm from his grip, eye nearly twitching from the rage culminating, you’ve had enough of Winston’s secret keeping.
Winston sighed, “it’s gone. Blown up by a member of The Table’s little fit.” You felt winded at the realization that another piece of John had been taken from you. A sick type of karma that was determined to take away any trace of him, to erase the Baba Yaga, erase John Wick.
“I need to see it, Winston.” There was a part of you that held a naive inkling of hope, one that you knew would only crush you harder in the end. Maybe, just maybe, in the wreckage of dust and plaster there would still be something left, a piece of proof that there once was a time where it was just you and John.
The five peaceful years you had together of bonding and healing, of growing together until it was cruelly ripped away. Reality had struck a match and burned down the little life you two had built together.
It felt like a new type of sickness seeing the true wreckage of what once was your little safety net, your home. Yet, it still didn’t hold a light to the carnage it faced the night John lost you. To him it hadn’t truly been a home since then.
You walked through the piles of rubble attempting to place together where each room would be. From memory you make it to what used to be your room, still able to envision it vividly. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to truly encapsulate what used to be.
Your chest tightened at the thought of what used to sit on top of your nightstand, the only picture you’ve had of you and John. All of the evidence of the time you two dedicated to each other has been ripped away, leaving no trace. To the world there has been no John and you.
You should’ve stolen something when you were forced to leave. It was the one thing you were good at and you didn’t use it. If you had you’d still have a piece of him left.
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John used to tell you that his Helen was his everlasting sun, the one thing that could shine brighter than the darkest depths of his haunting past. It only felt fitting to have his funeral set unconventionally early. It allowed for him to rise with the sun, with her.
You didn’t have it in you to move from your spot right at the front. You didn’t hold a ceremony, bitterly you wouldn’t know who to invite. It took his death for you to realize how truly little you were involved in the underground area of his life.
You just stood and stared, no conversation needed to be imagined because you two were never really good with words. In your peripheral you watched as people you’ve never seen before came to say their goodbyes to John, paying you no mind.
The only time you broke your train of focus was to reunite with Dog. It was the first moment of genuine joy you’ve felt since you’ve lost John. It’s been two years since you’ve been separated from her and it was soothing to be able to hold her again after so long.
She curled up at your feet just like she used to, joining you in your mourning. Bowery King stood back to not interrupt. All minor peace was ruined with Winston’s gentle hand being placed on your shoulder.
He dragged you back to reality and suddenly it didn’t feel like something you could wake up from anymore. “He decided I was worth dying for… what if he made the wrong choice?”
It was hard to feel like you held an important part of his life when at his funeral you were the stranger that no one knew of. Someone he had so easily given up on.
Winston’s grip on your shoulder tightened. “Johnathan has made a lot of mistakes in his life. Many.” Your eyebrows furrowed with effort as you tried to focus on the gravestone past the tears blurring your vision. “But acting as your father was never one of them.”
“That’s why his grave is marked with that.” He points to the head stone; Loving husband and father. “You were all he ever needed.”
You wish he was here to wrap you up in the safety of his jacket like he had before. “I’ve never had someone to miss this much before.”
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‘A Mother’s Revenge’
Chapter 9 - ‘Revelation’
Warnings: LONG CHAPTER (almost 4k)- but! this particular chapter is pretty dark. So beware as guns, fighting, blood and death are mentioned more. Angst and all as well!
Enjoy and good luck ;)
Melione’s POV
‘Wait-‘
“Graves where are they taking Alejandro!?”
Graves rolled his eyes and held me still with a rough hand on my shoulder as he said with irritation in his tone,
“Don’t worry your pretty head Meli, he’ll be safe here. Now get back in the Jeep. We’re not done yet.”
Again he did that little shove for me to go, little by little he grew aggressive, but at this point everything had gone to shit, so perhaps that’s why, nonetheless I should be more careful now. I tugged my replaced gun closer, and marched to the Jeep before getting on. The Shadows all stood outside my Jeep and they were talking very hastily, hands moving back and forth. I tried to stay absolutely silent to listen on and catch words, but it was impossible, it was like if they had a coded language.
‘God fuck! This all has to be wrong, I should’ve gone with Ghost.. or even Johnny. Fuck Jacob I screwed up.. I’m so sorr-‘
“Alright let’s head out!! We’re going into the towns.”
I sat up at Graves’ words and questioned,
“The towns? Aren’t we leaving- you remember Hassan has the missile right? He could potentially-“
“I’m not after him right now-“
“Then who!!? The world is in danger because-“
“Well listen if the stupid 141 and the Vaqueros had worked with us we’d be on our way. But now you can blame them for taking valuable time and wasting it with their stubbornness. Shadow step on the gas and head to town now!”
Minutes later...
Outside of the Jeep I stood beside the Shadows as Graves began to bark with a tone of authority that was getting me on edge to exploding. I didn’t catch all of what he said as my mind grew a bit foggy with my loss of blood and my mind overall spiraling with everything going on around me. The city itself looked so dark and haunted, no one was physically around except us, but I’d be damned if I lied and said I didn’t feel something else lingering around me, their presence screamed fear, but hunger for more than what can be given. The light shower of rain coated everything a bit, and I could smell more coming soon. My attention then sparked up at what I lastly caught of Graves words as he had the audacity to say,
“- - -We are going to kill off every single head in this Las Almas until I find them! I don’t give a damn who it is!!-“
“YES SIR!!”
In a rush what looked like dozens of them, they began to move like a herd of bulls, heading towards the matador which was the home of every living soul in this place. Then it actually clicked for me, when I heard the first-
BANG!!
Flashback..
“J-Jacob.. Ba.. Baba.. can you- can you hear me?”
I awaited his answer, but his eyes never found fine, and his voice never came back to me... I held in a scream, when I realized, that in front of me laid Jacob, lifeless. Blond began to spill from under him, and make a trail towards me.
‘Oh God no!! My Jacob!’
I began to feel my body lose control of itself as pain and unconsciousness tried to take over, but that didn’t stop me from attempting to grab Benjamin, and check for Jacob’s pulse. I used all my strength to drag my body closer, to work out my thoughts, but that’s when my eardrums busted because of the the sound that came from above me,
BANG!! BANG!!
End of flashback...
-BANG!
‘He’s having everyone killed.. the women and children- OH GOD NO!’
With all the strength I could muster I dragged myself towards Graves and screamed while grabbing his arm harshly before he could trail behind them,
“What are you doing!?!-“
He shrugged my hold off of him as he with wickedness said proudly,
“-what does it look like Melione!! We are clearing every house and life until we find the them-“
‘You sick son of a bitch!!!’
In anger of discovering his corrupt ways that I wished I had seen sooner, I got a hold of his bullet proof vest straps, and hauled him back down to my level while seething,
“The 141 doesn’t kill innocent. Shedding the blood of innocent families and children isn’t the way to go Graves!!”
He pushed me back quite harshly while he shouted at me like if I was the crazy one,
“You’re kidding right!!? What’s your deal? Huh?-“
I came back to stand in his face without giving a damn if he pushed me back again, I damn well argued angrily,
“What’s wrong?? This is madness Graves!! MADNESS!! I want Hassan not them, not the 141!! You should want the same!!”
Which was true, my thoughts weren’t to hurt the 141, I had a safe space for them in my heart after everything we’ve been through. Maybe I used their knowledge and ways to get closer to what I desired, but hell no… I wasn’t going to hurt them more or even look at them wrong. Regardless of what reputations and innocence they had to lose to save the world, they are brave and incredible men, and I respect that… and Graves caught onto it just now, when I confirmed I didn’t want them. I didn’t want to hurt them- kill them. But Graves tried to lure me back in with his words and ways to convince me as he pressed on, like a serpent, wanting me to take the fruit I knew I shouldn’t possess.
“If we don’t catch them first they’ll get to Hassan first and take your chance at having him. Come on.. think about it.”
‘But no.. they’re not after him right now… they’re not looking for him. No… they’re hiding from you.. from your jaws while lost here in Las Almas. I have to go.’
Graves then attempted at holding onto me while reaching for my hand, but I swiftly pulled it back and whispered to myself.
“No… I can’t do this.”
I heard a low huff of breath be released as a chuckle came through as well in the voice of Graves.
“Then you should’ve run off with them when you had the chance. Now you’re going to die with them all.”
Click.
‘Oh no.’
I immediately ducked when I heard the click and not but a few milliseconds later a loud pop was sounded, someone behind me had tried to take me out. The bullet hit the wall besides Graves, completely missing me. Shouts and ringing noises filled my ears while I scrambled around trying to escape the jaws of death as well. But a strong hold that caught my arm yanked me to the ground onto my stomach. I screamed and kicked as my life depended on it, not caring where my boot landed and hoping someone heard me. With my free hand I got a hold of the pocket knife I took (the one that was in my arm moments ago), and lashed it out on the person in front of me, sending him to the ground right away when it hit the center of his throat, I could feel his blood splatter onto me but I didn’t care. I ducked a few more flying bullets as I looked for Graves, son of a white bitch got me pissed off, now I want him. In the distance I heard shouting over the rain,
“TAKE HER OUT AND LET’S GO!!! We have to get the rest!!! I’m moving on!!”
‘Yeah not on my watch-‘
“AGHHHHHH!!!!!! FUCK!!”
“I GOT HER!! LET’S MOVE!!”
That was the voice of a Shadow, who shouted in victory while the rest ran off like scurrying hyenas, ready to find and harvest on the next victim. I found myself on the wet floor clutching my collarbone while a dark crimson color trickled through my fingers and blended with the rain. I had just gotten shot. My breathe escaped my lungs while my mind tried to register what had just happened, but my heart pumped harder as a new adrenaline and mode kicked in; survival. I couldn’t stay here and die, no.. not when I had a new agenda, and a new plan, as well as a new enemy.
I tried to move but damn it was hell trying to move an inch, the air even began to smell like a rich iron, the blood that kept pouring out freely. I kept my mind off the pain and tried to think,
‘Ok… they all still have to be here… Soap had gotten shot too. So he must be slow in getting around, maybe I’ll find him first. And if I find him, I’ll find Ghost. So let’s get to Johnny first. Hopefully they are all still alive.’
I really hoped they were, if not, I’d never forgive myself for my screw up, and then definitely, most definitely… I’ll kill Graves with my bare hands before I even try to get Hassan.
Soap’s POV
“fuck... ugh this really stings. But I’ll get to you.. see you at the fuckin’ church.”
“Stay alive Johnny. Please. Be aware of your surroundings.”
I humored myself with Ghost’s words that sounded normal but had a hint of true worry and concern in them, making me sass,
“You like me LT?”
He grunted with annoyance,
“Alive Sergeant.”
‘Alive and more huh Simon lad? Jus’ to shy to admit it.’
I slowly came to a stand and swallowed a grunt as I worded lastly,
“A’ight... over.”
I tried to hold myself together as I clutched my arm over my bullet wound. Thinking about many different scenarios of Ghost scolding me for taking a stupid bullet. But he’d probably be nice considering our circumstance. Honestly he sounded deeply relieved to hear my voice on the other end of the line, it took me a while to reach out to him but when I finally did I almost cried in relief. Ghost thought he had lost me, I can’t imagine what was goin’ through ‘is mind in that moment, considering he’s been through enough already.
Meli’s POV
If I thought my screams were horrifying at the sight of my baby’s and husband’s blood spilling... mine are far less scary than what I’m hearing tonight.
There’s this horror, Mexican ghost story Ale told me once, called ‘La Llorona.” Now if I could say that it was probably actually coming to life, I wouldn’t deny my words. Her spirit was so alive and present, her cries echoing out of the mouths of now motherless children... the screams being the evidence of what loss to chaos sounds like.
Chills ran up my spine making me feel as if I were to be snatched away at any moment, I knew she was around but I couldn’t see her, making it all more terrifying. But a sense of peace flooded me as I knew she probably wouldn’t hurt me, I was her at one point. At the sight of a Shadow here or there I’d duck immediately to not be seen, and once they’d passed quite far away I’d sprint up to them from behind and slit their throat with a knife. All I could hear was there feared gasp and last release of breath before their body hit the wet pavement. With every falling Shadow I was feeling slightly better... after all they deserved it. Red splattered on my face or my fingers at the expense of their life, but did I care? Nope. Now I prepared myself with a small smile lingering on my face as the next one was coming up- UGH! I could feel the hunger come back to me to feel their blood run through my fingers, see justice be done for their heartless actions. But for some reason I eyed this particular one longer, as his frame appeared to be much larger... and his presence... made my feet freeze from moving.
‘What the hell?’
When his back was finally faced towards me I slowly moved up and carefully chose my steps wisely to approach him. His every movement was so calculated and balanced, as if he was walking on shattered glass. He was so calm, so unfortunately and oddly enough he heard me, unlike nobody else he was highly aware of his surroundings. Like a Lion after his prey his head snapped towards me faster than I could blink, and that’s when I saw it- him... his mask.
‘Ghost.’
I sucked in a deep breath and was about to reach him to explain the whole situation, but at the sound of his angry growl, the sight of his rather large hunting knife sliding into his hold, and his feet unforgivably stomping towards me.. yeah I was dead meat.
“SHIT-“
I darted off like a deer running from its predator, I could hear my how hard my feet landed on ground with each step I took. My heart tried to keep up with my body as I abnormally ran fast without looking back, but I was losing my sense and my breath. The only thing was that wasn’t in my favor was when my race was cut short; I unfortunately hit a dead end. My heart sank in panic as I whimpered and gawked at the 30ft walls of brick. I let out a whimper of hopelessness,
“No no no- no there’s got to be a way out-“
“-don’t you fucking move or I’ll kill you.”
I gasped and turned to face my predator, Ghost. If looks could kill I’d most certainly be mauled already and demolished. Ghost had run out of patience, and was furious. I could see it in his eyes, even in the dark it was like if they glowed. A low cry escaped my lips as I begged like a pathetic,
“Please, don’t hurt me I’m so sorry-“
“-sorry? You betrayed us-“
“-I DIDN’T KNOW OK!?! I DIDN’T!!”
He stepped closer and raised his knife as he grunted through his teeth,
“Didn’t know? Who are you working for then if you didn’t know?”
I shrugged my shoulders and groaned a bit when I moved my shot arm, but he didn’t take that as an answer when he growled,
“Who are you working for? Why are you doing this?!”
I let my sobs escape through words as I cried,
“I don’t want you!! I DIDN’T WANT ANY OF YOU!! I only wanted Hassan!! I did all this for Hassan. I want him d-dead.”
My voice began to crack for how hard I cried, Ghost’s eyes only softened a bit as he asked,
“Why? What’s your reason? Why the risk-“
“He took my whole f-family… my baby and husband. Along with so many other innocent people… I never wanted to hurt you guys… I just wanted you to get me to him. And I really thought Graves was going to hand me to him, but he pulled me into his lie and mistake.. making a bigger mess. I’m so s-sorry.”
I still held the gun up, worried that if I lowered it or moved it away he’d react on that and hurt me, but he took my stance wrong while he pointed out slowly,
“I really want to believe you… but I can’t. And I want to trust you… but I don’t know how.”
His hurt could be heard in his voice, which was new to me, and damn it made me feel like shit. But I couldn’t take it anymore, I was already at my wits end. So in desperate need to escape, I made the choice to leave, trying to run past him. But him being the monster of the man he is, I was already pinned to the ground, thrashing and trying to crawl my way out of his hold. I couldn’t even scream and beg for help for him to let me go, I just began fighting back. I was now on my back facing Ghost who hovered over me, attempting to hold my wrists down, but I succeeded in making that impossible. I knew my landing punches would leave bruising and open skin, for my dam filled with anger and hate, revenge and sorrow, had finally broke, and he was the one to take the waves of it all. I heard his pained grunts escape his teeth as I met his frame with every hit, not missing a beat. He growled into my ear when I made a perfect landing of my fist on his cheek,
“I’M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU- AGH!!”
His only attempt at stopping me was to try and grab my arms to stop me, but he never ever swung at me. Instead he tried to use his heavy body to began to press deeper into mine, caging me. But instead of surrendering to the pressure, I kicked him off, hard. A loud thud was heard as his back met the floor, and it didn’t take seconds before I was over him, holding his own knife before his face. I didn’t want to kill him, that wasn’t my intention.. but I wanted it all to stop, before I possibly did. I could see his eyes go from once cold and determined to now wide and distant, holding the uncertainty of his future, as I held it in my hands. He rested on his elbows with bent legs, his fists were clenched and his breathing had grown heavy, his shoulders were visibly moving.
“I don’t want I hurt you either, so please-“
“Hey I think I heard something over here!”
That was the voice of a Shadow who was perhaps impossibly near by and had heard us,
“Go check it out then! I’ll be over there.”
‘Fuck the Shadows heard us-‘
Ghost’s POV
I could see her get distracted to the noise ahead of us, I took that to my advantage to get my large and glistening light of a knife pressed against her throat while still in her hand originally as I threatened,
“Make a sound and I’ll give you to them to finish killing you. Now. Move.”
She instantly gave in at panic of probably being given to the Shadows, (which I’d never do, no matter how angry and confused she made me, she meant more than that) and rapidly I shoved us inside what looked liked the church, I could tell by the dead guy on the wooden cross and the tall pillars with ancient stories painted on them. I held onto her arm tightly as I closed and secured the door as quietly as possible. Aware of another presence in here beside us I was, for Soap had to of already gotten inside the church, hopefully at least. I could hear Melione’s soft sniffles as she let me drag her around, I knew my grip hurt her for I purposely held onto the part she was stabbed on, mostly to apply more pressure than she could to the wound and second to cause a little pain like a slight punishment. My heart was still disheveled at what had happened, and also to what she told me. It all made sense now, her purpose, drive, anger and rage was all what I should’ve caught onto long ago... she had the rage of a vengeful mother.
‘I’ve felt your anger too.. I lost everything too. I understand you... I’m just upset on how it turned out.’
I couldn’t word those out loud just yet- well I didn’t know how. As we walked deeper into the large ancient church we could faintly hear the sounds of gunshots and the cries of mourning mothers and scared children, it sounded like the gates of gelling opening and unleashing its death and hatred for life. Oh it only made me crave to end them all with my bare hands. I saw how when a new gunshot sounded Meli flinched every time and I knew she cried harder for I could hear it behind me as I walked us up the stairs.
‘I know.. I know... it hurts like a bitch, love.’
I scanned the area like a hawk with every step I took, not wanting to risk us being ambushed again, but when he headed up to the last step Meli gasped and ran ahead of me, but I let her go when she whispered shouted at who I saw as well,
“JOHNNY!!”
Soap’s arm was covered in blood and his face looked as pale as Meli’s but he nonetheless received her into his arms as she collapsed into him. Her arms wrapped around his waist as he held her up and caressed her head. She sobbed into his chest,
“I’m so sorry Johnny! Please you have to believe me-“
“Sh shh.. I believe ya Bonnie... I really do. ‘S ok.”
Soap then looked up to me with shock and I voiced calmly while smelling my blood soak up my mask and my bones ache,
“Found her on her way here alone. Shadows turned on her too. We’re keeping her.”
“A’ight. I’m good wit’ that. Shh shh... you’re all bloodied up to lass.. hm? Matching me? Oof Bonnie lass you’re shot too?-“
“y-yeah..”
Soap tried to humor her to stop the tears that were getting to him, but she only cried more when she dug her head into his chest more and pointed towards me with a sniffle,
“I almost killed S-Simon-“
I stepped in to calm her troubled mind for I understood her,
“You didn’t mean it Meli. None of it. You were scared. You’re staying by us now.”
I patted her back and she looked up and nodded at my sincerity before pleading,
“Then we have to go, they’ll find and kill us all. But we need to get Ale first. I know where he is. Hopefully we find Rudy on the way too.”
I extended my hand and she didn’t miss a second before it was in mine, we squeezed it together as I eyed Soap and worded,
“Let’s head out, we need to get to the safe house for now until this mess dies down, and you and Meli need to get patched up.”
Johnny nodded swiftly and gestures his head towards the door as he said with ease,
“On your lead LT.”
Soap’s POV
As we quietly walked out, Meli led us through the way she took, guaranteeing us that it would be safe. Simon looked doubtful at first, interlocking his finger around the trigger closer and holding her hand with the same pressure. But as we got closer, bodies here and there lied around, all with the same markings, a deep slash to the neck- ugh! It looked so gory and it was dark in color and spilled everywhere, their eyes were lifeless and fear painted their features. It deemed to me that Ghost was the one that did it. He was known for his unforgivable kills, never giving it a second thought before he took life away. But I noticed how Ghost eyed every single one of them curiously and with much attention.
‘Admiring your own work Simon?-‘
“Was this you Meli?”
My eyes widened as I gulped, Meli shook her head while her eyes shyly met Simon’s, replying in a soft voice,
“yes. That’s why I said it’s be safer this way, they’re all down.”
She looked almost ashamed of her deeds, but Ghost simply nodded approvingly and grunted,
“Atta girl.”
Her eyes then locked with mine with pride now filling her instead, happy at Ghost’s approval. I sent her a wink and she returned the gesture as I came to walk beside her. The tension was still up along with fear of not knowing if we’ll make it out of this city alive. But a certain peace kept me going an together knowing that I had two of the strongest and ruthless people I’ve ever met, and I certainly knew they felt the same.
#cod ghost#call of duty#call of duty fanfic#soap call of duty#price call of duty#gaz call of duty#ghost fanfiction#ghost mw2#call of duty x reader#call of duty angst#ghost angst#cod soap#john soap mctavish#call of duty simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#cod mwii#cod#cod fanfic#cod x reader#cod x you#call of duty modern warfare#A Mother’s Revenge
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tmr ask box is my dream journal time (sorry not sorry)
last night dreamt i had matty’s baby (the real dream). i was asleep after doing all the hard work, matty was in a recliner in the room doing skin to skin with our little girl which was swoon worthy. denise showed up for a nana visit so matty hands over our little one and they start talking about how lucky matty was and how much they love me and how much better i made their lives, also how denise would disown him and take me if we ever broke up.
somewhere deep in the dad!matty tag there's a blurb about him doing skin to skin and it actually makes me insane to think about - just this tiny little baba with her little fluffy head resting on his chest tat :(( and he's looking between her and you just so overwhelmed with love for his girls!! and i think denise would refer to you and baba as her girls too; she peeks round the door tentatively like "are my girls sleeping?", and matty's like "yeah, mum, but come in! meet your granddaughter". she'd give her baby as tight a hug as possible, considering he's still holding his baby (😭😭), and look over his shoulder as he introduces baba to her nana, before letting denise sit down and have her first nana cuddle while he perches on the side of your bed to stroke your hair. she's like "oh, she's perfect. looks so like her mum", and matty looks at sleeping you lovingly like "well, she's perfect too, so it makes sense"; denise smiles at you, then at matty, and says "i'm so happy you have her, matthew, you're very lucky", and matty's like "i know. she just makes everything... better. i love her so much, and our baby". denise sniffles a bit at that like "i love her so much too. i doubt she'll ever leave you, because she's just as in love with you as you are with her, but know that if she does i'm going with her instead of you. sorry, son. but it's true", and matty laughs loudly (then winces, because both you and baby stir slightly) and says "don't blame you, honestly. i'd put her over myself any day. both of my girls, actually - never loved anything like i love them" <3
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this is a bit of a weird or maybe personal question but. okay so my baba (ik baba means dad, hes my grandpa but irl i call him "baba [name]" so) is from iraq. he wanted to raise his kids (my mom + aunts) as american as possible. because of that me and my mom have always been seperated from our culture. do you know how i can start reconnecting with that? if there are any authors or movies or anything to help me connect?
hii not weird!! glad to see you trying to reconnect. tbh my story is similar to yours. my mom did live in iraq for a good portion of her life before immigrating here, but she never put effort into teaching us the culture (which i don’t blame her for!! she was a busy single mother of two, so i get it). my bibi also didn’t really try to teach us much, aside from cooking iraqi cuisine haha (i will always die by that iraqi cuisine is the best cuisine). i’m basically hopeless when it comes to iraqi media. i literally only know about kadim al-sahir (famous iraqi singer, would absolutely recommend him) bc my mom probably continues to have a crush on him to this day.
what got me to reconnect was visiting baghdad last summer by myself. i just made the spontaneous decision and went w it, rather than get pushed by anyone to do it. i still have relatives in iraq, so that’s why it was feasible for me to actually go (i kind of hopped between jordan and iraq bc i have family in both countries). it was a magical experience honestly, still super surreal to me. people speaking arabic on the streets, arabic music playing in restaurants, even got to see so many iconic landmarks… actual dream come true. but i haven’t put much effort into exposing myself to iraqi media yet, so that’s the next step. i think im just gonna start w a history fiction novel or nonfiction history book of some sort tbh. i’m more interested in iraqi culture beyond islam than i am in the religion, so im probably not a good reference if you wanna know more about the religion too.
w all that said!! i’ll ask my mom/bibi and let you know if they have any movie recs :) my bibi is a literal cinephile, so i’m sure she’ll have many actors/singers up her sleeve lmao. so cool of you to be putting effort into this 💕
#so cute that u call ur gpa ur baba… my mom told me that when i was a baby i did the same thing w her dad#and he would always correct me 😭😭 he’d be like no!! it’s jidoo!!!#ask
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So I haven't posted my Persian/Farsi translations of Cookie Run character names in a while huh
you see, I've been working on properly learning Farsi better. Which has made me grow dissatisfied with my previous translations (albeit they were mainly just meant for helping me memorize words in Farsi using characters from a game I love).
when I was at home for winter break, I was finally able to sit down with my parents in person and they actually helped me translate some of the Gacha pull screens in CRK! Thanks to my maman and baba for this, they helped me for every single one of these except for Gingerbrave <3 (I think I did edit some of them after the fact, mainly just for things like names or I think spelling mistakes I made. My parents didn't type it, I did. If anything is off, just blame me)
...and then I just put off posting them until now but uh- (mainly out of nervousness but uh. I can't just keep Not Posting forever-)
By the way, I was surprised seeing just how many people were genuinely interested in this. I even saw some other Iranian cookie run fans :3 I was really expecting these posts to just kinda live on my blog and only on my blog so it's been really cool to see! Anyway, here are the screens:
(I chose these characters at random, pretty much)
(I'll put any and all notes under the cut, plus the romanization for those who can't read Farsi but are curious as to what these say. Though just note that when I romanize from Farsi I do omit the ezaafeh because it isn't usually written to begin with and I don't always know when to apply it)
*Gingerbrave ("Brave Cookie"): بیسکویت شجاع (biskwit shojaa')
*Hollyberry Cookie: بیسکویت میوه خاس (biskwit mivah khaas)
«!شیپور را بزنید! بیسکویت میوه خاس رسیده است» ("shipoor raa bezanid! Biskwit mivah khaas resideh ast!")
*Wildberry Cookie: بیسکویت توت وحشی (biskwit toot vahshi)
«!برای پادشاهی میوه خاس» ("baraa-ye paadshaahi mivah khaas!")
*Vampire Cookie: بیسکویت خون آشام (biskwit khoon ashaam)
«.چرا این طور جدی هستی؟ بذار آب انور برایت بریزم» ("cheraa in toor jadi hasti? bezaar ab anoor baraayat berizam.")
*Lilac Cookie: بیسکویت یاس بنفش (biskwit yaas banafsh)
«.آنها که رایحه من را بو میکنن... هرگز زنده نمیمونن» ("An-haa keh raayeheh man raa boo mi-konan... hargez zendeh nami-moonan.")
*Pastry Cookie: بیسکویت شیرینی (biskwit shirini)
«!برای دسته شیرینی قدیس» ("bara-ye dasteh shirini ghedis!")
*Cocoa Cookie: بیسکویت شکلات داغ (biskwit shokolaat daagh)
«یک فنجون ��کلات داغ میخوای؟» ("yek fenjoon shokolaat daagh mi-khaai?")
*Moonlight Cookie ("Moonlight Magician Cookie"): بیسکویت جادوگر مهتاب (biskwit jaadoogar mahtaab)
«!تو هستی که مرا بیدار کردی» ("to hasti keh maraa bidaar kardi!")
*Devil Cookie: بیسکویت شیطان (biskwit sheytaan)
«.نگران نباش، به تو صدمه نخواهم زد... شاید» ("negaraan nabaash, beh to sadameh nakhaaham zad... shaayad.")
*Golden Cheese Cookie: بیسکویت پنیر طلا (biskwit panir talaa)
«!ملکه طلا هستم» ("malakeh talaa hastam!)
*Pitaya Dragon Cookie: بیسکویت اژدها پیتایا (biskwit ezhdehaa pitaayaa)
«پس شکل واقعی من را میخواهی ببینی؟» ("pas shekl vaaghe'i man raa mi-khaahi bebini?")
*Snapdragon Cookie: بیسکویت اژدها گل میمون (biskwit ezhdehaa gol meymoon)
«!با�� به به» ("baah bah bah!")
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Notes:
*most of these screenshots were taken by me (you can tell if they have the bar at the bottom) (don't ask why I've stockpiled Gacha pull screenshots, I don't know why I started doing that either but it ended up being useful for this). But some of these I found online of on youtube. I didn't keep track of the sources I'll admit, and these are the same screens you can find in game on any save file anyway, but I do know that Gingerbrave's screen I got via Royal Mike on youtube.
*being at home for winter break and more easily able to communicate, actually seeing my parents in-person, maman told me she didn't know what کوکی (kooki) meant and that the word for "cookie" in Farsi is بیسکویت (biskwit) (pronounced "bis-kweet," btw. Think "biscuit" but fancier). Which was a surprise for me because کوکی does yield farsi search results and a website told me it was the translation for cookie (the website was one I liked to use because it had audio for the words. A lot of translation things for farsi lack audio or romanization, and I was only just learning to read on my own at school, so I really appreciated something that reliably had audio for words). I have no clue if it's some kind of modern slang, but I've decided to use بیسکویت going forward, especially since the other main reason I'm doing this is so I can share one of my interests with my family (and not all of my family knows English decently).
*after looking at what some of the official localizations do with character names, and also learning how Farsi adjectives work (basically: I think Spanish works the same, where a word goes after the noun it modifies), I've realized that my way of presenting the names (formatted like: first name "[x]," last name "cookie") was wrong so if the names feel a little bit "flipped" to anyone who's seen my other posts, that's why.
*I didn't know how to translate Gingerbrave's name from English so I just reverted his name to how it is to my knowledge in the original Korean version of the game (I don't know Korean but this is what I see everything saying his name is). And to be consistent with that, I did it with Moonlight too since I know her name is also a bit different originally. This is really just to appease myself XD
*The gaming scene is huge in Iran (including mobile gaming) but because of sanctions and the App Store being blocked (Iran has its own App Store called Café Bazaar. Apparently Clash of Clans is officially available on there... or was. I heard it got banned-), a lot of games don't have Farsi localizations. And with most Gacha games being either East Asian or western, I don't even know if Gacha games are a thing in Iran. Which led to the problem of the rarity system names since the names Cookie run uses are I think not entirely unique to it, even if they are pretty uncommon in the grand scheme of Gacha games (most games use stars or letters). At least the most basic rarities, most games to my knowledge don't have "dragon" or "ancient" as an option (yeah that feels A bit special-). I don't know if anything is standard, so I just decided to decide myself what to translate the rarities as:
Common -> معمول (ma'mool)
Rare -> کویاب (kamyaab)
Epic -> حماسی (hemaasi)
Legendary -> افسانهای (afsaaneh-i)
Special -> خاص (khaas)
Ancient -> باستان (baastaan)
Dragon -> اژدها (ezhdehaa)
And the two I didn't include an example for here:
Super Epic -> خیلی حماسی (kheyli hemaasi)
Guest -> مهمان (mehmaan)
*I also had to translate the names of the different types of cookies. I'll just put it all down here (I'm not completely sure if the way I translated "ranged" was satisfactory, but my maman thought it was fine and I couldn't think of anything else or find anything else that worked better):
Charge -> حمله (hamleh)
Defense -> دفاع (defaa')
Magic -> جادو (jaadoo)
Ambush -> کمین (kamin)
Support -> تقویت (taghviyat)
Ranged -> دور برد (door bard)
And the ones that i don't have examples of here:
Bomber -> بمب انداز (bomb andaaz)
Healing -> التیام (eltiyaam)
*I decided to alter snapdragon's name to what would basically translate to "snapdragon dragon" into english because the snapdragon flower is called گل میمون or monkey flower (not to be confused with the mimulus flower which is also known as monkey flower in english) in farsi so the fact that "dragon" is already present in their name would be completely lost.
*The holly plant's fruits aren't actually berries (they're more like drupes) and to my knowledge they aren't really referred to as berries in Farsi (when I looked up توت خاس it didn't really lead to anything). So I basically had to change Hollyberry's name to "Holly Fruit" (which actually DOES yield search results when you look it up)
#Cookie run#cookie run kingdom#farsi#persian language#gingerbrave#hollyberry cookie#wildberry cookie#golden cheese cookie#snapdragon cookie#pitaya dragon cookie#moonlight cookie#devil cookie#pastry cookie#lilac cookie#vampire cookie#cocoa cookie#I was really really nervous to post this but I had to just do it eventually. It's been a while since I've made a post like this. Sorry! :'3
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Hello! Can I request dating headcanons for the most precious character ~ Baba-chan! Thanks!
Cackling and rolling on the floor laughing, y e s it is finally time for Baba to make his appearance, that silly man, that goofy goober.
Baba actually doesn't catch feelings super easily. Blame it on his work, he just won't let himself get attached super easily. As a result, he's kind of a deer in the headlights whenever he DOES catch feelings.
It'll be pretty obvious he's into you. If he's not just kind of staring at you, you'll find him going out of his way to spend time with you or he'll consistently ask how you're doing. He'll also take up an interest in your own interests as well.
Whether due to lack of experience or just being out of regular social life for so long, he's kind of at a loss for what to do for dates. Mostly just wants to sit, talk, and hang out. Would be content just going on walks or sitting on a bench at a park. Generally, he likes nature. He finds the space refreshing.
Once he's out of the initial dating phase, it gets a lot easier as he's more comfortable around you. The second he's in an official and stable relationship, he's pretty reliable and consistent. He sheds that nervousness once it's established that this isn't some fleeting thing that could be gone tomorrow.
Tries his best to cook but he's not particularly skilled. His list of dishes that he can make consistently well are pretty short, primarily consisting of rice dishes like curry or fried rice. For some reason, he's kind of preoccupied by showing love via cooking.
Doesn't initially care much about physical affection but finds slowly over time that he likes cuddling and being cuddled in return. Seldom shows affection in public though.
Baba has little to no sex drive. Years of being in jail and working in hiding taught him to repress a LOT so it's kind of second nature to him now. Having said that, he can and will participate in sexual acts if you ask, it's just that he might not initiate very often.
In bed, Baba has pretty decent stamina and can last for a while. However, he typically won't do more than one round at once. He's a true verse and can kind of play whatever role. Don't be too physically rough with him though, it kind of just makes him freeze up.
#majima megaphone moment#yakuza#yakuza headcanons#yakuza imagines#ryu ga gotoku#ryu ga gotoku headcanons#ryu ga gotoku imagines#baba shigeki
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And I'll tell you a million little reasons I'm falling for your eyes
by emeryemmi
"Jiujiu will pick me up first!" Jin Ling protested making grabby hands at Jiang Cheng.
"No, me!"
"Actually," Lan Xichen interrupted. "Wanyin is going to hold me first, get in line you two." The next thing Jiang Cheng knew, his lips met Lan Xichen's, making him gasp.
Alternatively: Happy Birthday Jiang Cheng!
Words: 1564, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Jīn Líng | Jīn Rúlán, Lán Jǐngyí
Relationships: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, my xicheng are married, they have a family, jin ling and lan jingyi are brothers, when in problem blame wei wuxian, Soft kissing, Family Feels, yes jl calls lxc 'baba' and jc 'jiujiu', i have a whole backstory for it okay, Not Beta Read, Family Fluff, happy birthday to my precious boy jiang cheng!!, singing to sleep is the highest form of love language to me
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Soryu Oh - Request
A/N: This request got away from me in the space of the actual request and now, I can only apologise.
She knew better. She did, but it didn’t stop her eyes from following the dainty figures of Sakiko and Chisato. Nor did it prevent the thoughts from beating her down as she watched each woman attached to Eisuke’s arm or fleeing from Baba’s suite.
‘Oink’ The noise followed the maid everywhere. Always in the same nasally voice that stalked the hallways in every version of Tres Spades. Erika had wormed her vindictive nature into the quiet joyful moments the maid spent in the arms of the man she loved.
Mirrors always remained behind her; her gaze fixed on the floor as she passed the reflective surfaces. Her free time, that she would spend relaxing with the boys, had been plagued with diet pills and frequent trips to the same websites. Soryu hadn’t touched her. Not in a while. It was her doing; he’d wanted to rest a hand on her thigh as they watched a new detective film, but she had flinched and muttered a half-hearted excuse to leave.
She knew Soryu thought nothing of it. The Ice Dragons kept him busy, and he’d relax with the other auction managers whenever he had some downtime.
“There it goes again” Erika chimed “On search for more food. The penthouse guests must get their kicks watching the piggy clean”
“Don’t listen to“ Chisato began. Her eyes dropping with her words as they watched the young maid smile whilst her body, flinching, made its way to the penthouse elevator. Mr Ichinomiya had requested her presence. The words that sunk their claws with each step could wait. Mr Ichinomiya needed her.
With her eyes closed she stepped into the overly polished space. She couldn’t tolerate looking at her reflection. A distorted clone would stare back at her; beads of sweat glistening under the spotlights and fabric suffocating her held together by flimsy black buttons.
Eisuke sat, as he always did, in the centre of the Spades Room. The other auctioneers, all but Soryu, gathered near them. Hesitantly she approached. Her hands held in front of her. Sharks swam ahead of her: beady dull eyes ravenous as she awaited her employers’ orders.
“You’re late…and sweating” He quipped. “Perhaps we should have Mr Kenzaki order you a larger more breathable uniform” she hoped as his words died against her ears, that Ichinomiya hadn’t meant the words or that her vicious mind wouldn’t fixate on the term ‘larger’. She’d gained a few pounds just as fast as she lost them. Ryosuke had been partially to blame. The boy had brought her a fruit tart as an attempt to correct an error he’d made one time, and the one time had turned into multiple times. She could barely remember the boy turning up without some form of confectionary.
“Eisuke, you should speak to a lady with more caution” Baba’s voice, always kind, chastised the man. “Can’t you see she’s crying”
She hadn’t noticed. When had the manager’s forms become so blurry that their colours began to merge? When had they started to cascade down her cheeks?
“If she can’t take honesty, she’s no better than swine”
“Eisuke!” Soryu’s voice seethed with anger. His frame shielded her as best it could, but he wasn’t broad enough to hide her completely. She focused on that; she obsessed, as he legs carried her further from the penthouse and in turn from the hotel, on what Soryu looked like with her by his side. She was an embarrassment to him.
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The Tres Spades had become a mere speck in the distance by the time she had collapsed against a wall. The shadows of an alleyway had pulled her into its depths; blocked from the view of others she found the safety in the isolation. She couldn’t hear the mocking sounds of swine; all she could hear in the small sanctuary were her laboured breaths.
Her knees buckled beneath her; her frame falling to the floor in a heap as she began to cry harder. Part of her begged for Soryu to round the corner any second, his secure arms wrapping around her whilst he whispered the same sweet nothings he used to say in the dead of night. The sobbing swallowed all noise as she pressed fists into her eyes.
“Imagine how well the boss will treat us when we bring in the Ice Dragons’ girl” A slurred voice startled the woman. Her tear-stained face looking at the source of the voice. She hadn’t noticed the men.
Two gang members stood opposite her. One short and stout with a belly that struggled against his shirt, and the other comically tall with an oversized suit. The two hardly looked a threat, if hadn’t been for the bloodthirsty gaze with which they stared at her. Blood running cold she attempted to move further from the duo.
No-one around here knew her; she barely knew where she was. She couldn’t call for help. There’d be no Ice Dragon’s wandering on patrol in this neighbourhood. No Inui following Samejima. The two men pressed further forward; as she began to retreat into her mind. She wanted to apologise to Soryu; she wanted to hug the man as though he’d disappear if she released him.
She barely recognised the vague call of her name. Not as impending doom beckoned her. It was the gunshots that broke her free of her thoughts. One of the two men staggering as they fumbled with their own weapon, she followed the direction he pointed it. Scared eyes meeting the less then calm eyes of Soryu.
“Get away from her” He barked; he was there. Soryu had found her like he had so many times before. Soryu moves as quickly as he can, his bullets covering him as he grabs her. In a few seconds; she can see it in the way Soryu flicks his eyes briefly to the side of him, in a few seconds there will be reinforcements.
As soon as his jacket is in front her, she grabs for the material. Her face buried in the soothing scent that accompanies the man she loves. His unarmed hand holding her to him. Within in seconds she can hear the alley flooded with footsteps. She can hear the desolate cries of the two men as they attempt to retreat with their lives.
“I’m not sure what’s going on with you and believe me I want nothing more than to find out what’s torturing you. But right now, I need you to move.” Soryu pleads. Soryu places the gun in his hand on the cement beside him. With ease he lifts her, his gun abandoned for one of the dragons to collect as he walks out of the alley to an awfully parked car.
“Put me down, I’m heav-“ She stops herself, her eyes consumed by the deep crimson mixing with the cool grey of his jacket. She can see the frayed material. “You’re hurt, Soryu put me down you’ve been shot”
“No” He grumbles as he ducks into the vehicle. Inui clambers into the passenger seat, Samejima into the driver’s seat. Soryu sits her on his lap, his hands clamped tightly around her, and she can feel the blood oozing onto the material of her uniform.
“Soryu please. Let me go” She begs, fresh tears – not for herself but for him – falling down her cheeks.
“I can’t. No. I’m not letting you go again” He whispers; there’s a break in his voice. “I almost lost you, I haven’t got enough fingers to count how many times I’ve almost lost you. It’s my fault. I told Eisuke to call you to the penthouse before I got there. That crass bastard said something, that much I can gather.” A grimace shadows his features briefly as he places his forehead against her.
“You got hurt because of me if I hadn’t run out of there. If I hadn’t taken Eisuke’s words about my appearance to heart. You wouldn’t have been shot” She cries.
“Shh” He hushes her, one hand smoothing her hair. “I don’t mind these wounds as long as I got them protecting you. There’s only one person, no make that two people, you should be listening to about how you look. That’s you and me. You are every inch perfect in my eyes, regardless of how much you weigh or how much sweat you’re covered in.” He adds
Her lip’s part ready to protest but the argument dies on her lips as she looks into his eyes. There in the fleeting streetlights, she can see the silent plea for her to believe him, for her not to protest. In his soft features he begs for her to see herself how he sees her.
#kbtbb soryu#soryu oh x reader#kissed by the baddest bidder imagine#kissed by the baddest bidder#not my best work#would very much like to crawl into a hole at this poor excuse for writing
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Something that has really begun to bother me recently on Pak drama Twitter is the hyperfocus on two or three male leads. Fairytale and Yaqeen Ka Safar are two dramas I moderately enjoyed, and I liked Farjaad and Asfi as characters. It's also arguable there isn't an extensive list of appreciable male leads to write home about anyway. But I'm bored verging on irritated that these two are all people can seem to congratulate. Makes me think people haven't actually watched as many dramas or are as invested in the industry's progression as they act like they are..
ouff i've been thinking about this lately!
ol they most definitely aren't interested in the industry as a whole. personally, I don't blame them. everyone has their own tastes and if Farjad or Asfi are the only two characters that satisfy the tastes of most of the stantwt population then that's not their fault. we have to accept that the PakDrama stantwt is actually a very niche audience and a one that keeps rotating with years. so like..stans that were active on twt back in 2015 aren't as active now cuz life moved them in a certain direction. or even if they are still active here, they end up getting more into the Turk dramaland or kdramas so they just don't talk about PakDramas anymore. with each inactive Pakdrama account, a certain kind of discourse on some particular dramas get sealed off. and it's not just PakDrama stantwt that behaves this way. i have seen it happen with kdramas stantwt as well. for the newer fans, history begins right from the show that got them into a particular genre of fiction (in a general sense). like i have been following both PakDramas and Kdramas for more than a decade now and I have seen first hand how in both instances the trends and sensibilities have changed. many newer fans haven't. so they cannot get into the older shows without feeling disconnected with them cuz of how "outdated" they look. this disconnect doesn't give them the chance to then critique objectively. this and also how there's no one really interested in reading such critique.
for example..Faysal Qureshi is a senior actor, right? the man has worked in the industry for decades and he works HARD to still keep in shape in a way that he can justify his position as a "leading man". but on stantwt he is only criticized for "trying too hard" and only "romancing women half his age without shame" as if the man HASN'T worked with co-actors his age. Fitoor and Farq aren't the only two projects he has done in his career. the man has done a Baba Jani as well. as well as Haiwan. as well as Roag. he has been the leading man of two of the best Umera Ahmed written scripts Meri Zaat Zara-e-Benishan and Qaid e Tanhai. his current choice of work cannot discredit his past filmography. if this man is adapting to the changing trends of the industry, how has that his fault? but you won't see such discourse of stantwt happening because CURRENTLY he's a problematic man only doing problematic shows with problematic age-difference pairings. why? disconnect of the past from the present.
as for why characters like Farjad and Asfi are hailed as best heroes that's because they are pure "green flags". because these characters have no moral flaws, their goodness stands the test of time. because the stories they are part of didn't demand that they make any mistakes for any conflict to happen in the plot, they remain safe from judgement. and because they benefit from being part of a "romance" that has a sizable following and also they are played by men who have a "crushable" personality..they simply get amplified more as the "best heroes to ever hero" cuz they have MORE fans backing up their claims. warna dekha jaye toh Obi's character in both Surkh Chandni and Baaghi were supportive, progressive men who unconditionally loved their partners and had no glaring moral flaws that would make them the subject of lengthy criticism. but because Obi doesn't have the kind of fangirly fans that Ahad and Hamza have toh Amaan and Sheheryar don't get talked about as much as Asfi and Farjad do. it's just the maths of it all.
from my experience of being in this stanning/fangirling mess for over half my life I can confidently say that for anything to become popular and to retain that popularity you need to TALK about it. one constantly has to bring the subject up in different discourses. and that takes a lot of time and energy. it's easy enough when it's an ongoing phenomenon and there are many similar voices sharing the same energy to talking about this one particular thing but the real test starts when that one thing stops airing. with newer and better things constantly taking the place of the old and flawed, not everyone will have the same dedication towards a particular character or story to reinterpret or transform it in such a way that it fits the ever changing sensibilities of the current audience. like heck..i've been talking about doing a proper extensive Diyar e Dil rewatch for DAYS now but i just can't find the time and energy to dedicate the hours to it the way I know the show requires. mujhse khud nahin horaha..kisi aur ko kya blame karna?
#type: opinion#drama industry affairs#pakistani drama#i know i ended the reply on a bleak note but i'd say#if you feel bored of the same characters..talk about the characters YOU like#i ASSURE you there are people still out there who will share the same passion as you#it's just that don't either have the time to initiate the conversation#or they dont know how to#but i feel there's always an audience for something#the older fans do turn up unexpectedly at the sight of the familiar
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i-- you need to stop hanging out with them sm, they're corrupting you 😑
yeah, exactly! if you hate it, blame her 🥴 and OI! when have i ever gotten you something 'weird'?!
.......actually don't answer that
i swear jiji enjoys seeing our reactions, i saw them smirking while baba was trying to shove them back into their bedroom. THAT'S BRILLIANT, LETS JUST GLUE IT ONTO THEIR BODIES
dhbsjsdkj are they the ones corrupting me or are you part of it as well? the world may never know 🥴
hehehe I’m sure I’m going to like it say! and if not, then we can share with wakaji or fuyutora! either way, it’s the thought that counts and I adore you for it (even though you literally didn’t have to, you dork 🤍)
heh yea, thought so babes! I can’t even count on my hands the amount of times you gave me questionable things, so for your sake and pride I won’t tell anyone 🤫.... yet 😈
RIGHT?!!? THE FACT THAT THEY EVEN SMIRKED MAKES IT EVEN MORE SHAMELESS JHSKJLAK Sometimes I can understand why eonni wants to smother them with pillows 🥴 AND DEAL!!! YOU GET THEIR CLOTHES WHEN THEY’RE DOING THE DEED AND I’LL MAKE SURE THE GLUE IS READY 😈
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MHIE SHALA SYA MHIE MAY NAISIP AKONG SCENARIO MHIE . LETS USE FAKE NAMES FOR BETTER IMAGINATION GANERN
Kleo and Zane, liked eachother, everyone in the school knew that. May label ba? Wala. But were they happy?Very. Ang kaso lang, biglang may bumalik, Kleo’s first love—Gab. Zane, at first was competent that babalik at babalik parin sakanya si Kleo, kasi well binigyan sya ng assurance ni Kleo. Kaso after months lalo lang lumalago ung namumuong “friendship”between Kleo and Gab. At first Zane was unaware yet confident that Kleo was his. But I guess nagbago na rin yun, when he saw Kleo natulala while watching Gab’s liga—para kay Kleo, tila ba tumigil na lamang ang mundo at ang tanging nakikita lamang ng dalaga ay si Gab. Ngunit para kay Zane, ang nakikita niya ay isang babae na noon ay sakanya tumitingin ng ganiyan. Siguro, doon na realize ni Zane that he lost Kleo, hindi na sya, hindi na sya ang pipiliin ni Kleo kada umaga, hindi na sya ang nagpapangiti sa dalaga, hindi na sya mahal ni Kleo. Pero ang tanong ni Zane sa kaniyang sarili ay, “may karapatan ba kong masaktan? Kung simula palang naman wala naman talagang kami?”
Ayan tAS THIS SONG FOR ANO PAM PABIGAT NG AURA
OK SO PANGET PAG KA SULAT KO IK PERO MY GOSH HA PARANG ANG SAKET PARIN KASI IMAGINE THE PERSON U ONCE LOVED LOOKING AT SOMEONE THE SAME WAY THEY USED TO LOOK AT U IN UTTER ADORATION, but could you really blame them di mo naman binigyan ng label. Un lang hru mhie? 😍😍😍🫶🏻
OMG LUV ITTT AKDNWJSJS DO U PLAN TO WRITE IT? BCS I THINK YOU ACTUALLY SHOULD !! LIKE SERYOSO MHIE,,, TRY MO GO AHEAD WRITE IT 🤩🤩🤩🫶🏻 PLS SONGS ARE WHAT MAKES SOMETHING HEAVIER AND GIVE U THE FEELINGS
GAGU DE,,, IT TAKES TIME,, U TRY TO WRITE OKI? THEY END UP BEING THE BIGGEST RED FLAG TBH PERO YKNOW ANG PAGSISISI AY NASA HULI YK AHAHHSSHBSAJ im good mamc !! i have exam soon,, how r u? 🫶🏻
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Kissed by the Baddest Bidder Part 3 - Ota Kisaki Route (up to Proposal Epilogue)
Apparently people aren't really fond of Ota and Mamoru so let's see how the former goes~ Lmao at him thinking she looks like his dog and even says she'll be his pet from now on, I guess that's how this story will go... Wow, okay, I really don't know how to feel about this LOL. Not only is it weird and uncomfortable for him to keep calling the heroine his pet's name but the fact that he literally treats her like a pet is veryyyyy disturbing tbh lol. Man, at this rate, I'm starting to think Eisuke is a saint compared to him. I actually find Ota's "split personality" hilarious, it's so funny how he has something bad to say about every single person he talks to lmao. I really didn't expect the heroine to suddenly burst out crying from the bullying by Erika since I feel like she's always been a bully lol, but it does suck so I feel for her. At least Ota finally got how much stress she was under and bothered to clear things up about their relationship to others so they would stop bullying her for being close to him.
Lolll at Ota pointing at the sign in the park stating all pets must be on a leash so that's his reason for holding the heroine's hand. Omg, Ota has his own museum😮 Ota's weird but I love the way he gave the leash/necklace to the heroine, he's so hot in the CG! Love how the necklace is handmade. It really sucks that Ota finally found inspiration to make an original work since he hasn't been doing it for years, and now some painter stole his idea. I'll admit it was pretty silly of him to share his idea, but we shouldn't blame the victim! These people are despicable! Ooh I didn't expect them to have sex when she said she'll comfort him, at least Ota really does seem to like her a bit now because of how loyal and supportive she's been and how she's been getting mad on his behalf. LMAO when the heroine shook her head because she was thinking about whether she loves Ota, and he asked if she was shaking her fleas off, I died🤣🤣🤣 It actually felt really sad when the heroine insisted she was a human and wanted to get to know him and his feelings, and Ota said he didn't need a human. Even though he's weird, I guess I can kinda understand that sentiment of wanting a pet like a dog who would love you without any judgement. On the other hand, I'm finding it hilarious how Eisuke would say something to the heroine but she's so preoccupied by her thoughts that she basically ignores him and he gets sulky about it🤣🤣🤣
I feel so bad for Ota that someone he respected so much and brought him into the world of painting stole one of his works and basically made him out to be a thief to protect himself. LMAO when Ota sniffled telling the reporters to leave the heroine aka his important person alone, he's such a faker🤣🤣 On the other hand, Ota's painting sounded pretty cool! Honestly, Ota's main story wasn't too bad but it does pale in comparison to the other guys with his strange pet thing, but it was quite entertaining! I loved how much of a riot the fake and real Ota was, and to a certain extent, Ota and the heroine were kinda cute in their own silly way. I quite like Ota's perspective, especially when it showed how concerned he was for leaving the heroine alone with Baba, and how he ended up making her the necklace and rushing back without having done much work at all lol. Also nice to know that he didn't want to treat her as Koro anymore early on, but he kept doing it because he felt like it was the only reason he had to make her stay beside him, which is really cute in his own way tbh. Considering how playful Ota usually is, I never really realised how childish he actually was until I read his story haha, it's not a bad thing though imo, it's actually pretty cute because he's much more innocent than I thought. Especially since the guys seem to really watch over him as their big brother, and I think that's so adorable!! I think Eisuke seems to take care of Ota, fully support and spoil him the most tbh and I find that really cute. It's nice to see how everyone warmly watches over Ota and how happy they are that he's found something he truly wants to protect instead of wallowing away thinking everything is "boring".
LOL at all the guys trying to force Ota to stop treating her like a pet whenever he feels like by saying stuff like she's a pet anyway, so we can take her out lolll. Anyway, it's funny but also frustrating because the heroine is always dancing around in Ota's palm, trying to cheer him up when he's mad even though it's his fault, which really frustrates me tbh. And this is exactly why!! When Ota gets mad about something, even if it's not related to the heroine, he goes back into his "shell" and shuts out everyone which is understandable and normal, but omg he calls the heroine Koro again and basically treats her like a pet telling her to go home instead of talking like a normal person saying he needs some space and that she can go back first or something. It's like anything happens and the heroine is degraded back to being a dog and it annoys the hell out of me, especially since the heroine is always scared of being demoted back to "pet" when she shouldn't have to worry about something like that at all!! And omggg, another thing is that Ota does things on a whim. He told the heroine he would stop helping out with the auctions and promised her, and then now he joins them again without even saying anything to her like seriously, it's obvious he would go back but could he like you know tell the heroine? But I do acknowledge that this must be a difficult time for him so it's hard to care about her feelings when his feelings are at a lost considering his mentor is basically the cause of why he's so lacking in trust towards others.
Even though it was silly of the heroine to go to the reporter who hates Ota to get info, Baba knew so he would have watched over her and he told Ota so it was all good lol. At least the reporter gave useful info about Ota's mentor. Honestly, what his mentor did back then was unforgivable mainly because he made Ota think that there really was no one he could trust in this world, and I think that was much worse than the plagiarism itself. I honestly didn't want to forgive him, but when they talked about how his mentor got that cherry blossom tree Ota painted back in the day, it really made my heart melt, and I think that solidified how much his mentor cherished Ota and how much he regretted what he did back then. If only his mentor wasn't dying, because I'm sure Ota would have forgave him and they could have painted together again. I'm glad Ota finally properly asked the heroine if he could do the auctions again to get his mentor's paintings back because they sold it to some guy on the condition he wouldn't sell it to anyone else and would only cherish it for himself and now it's in the black market against their wishes. I'm happy for Ota that he was able to paint the cherry blossoms and show them to his mentor before he passed. But I'm even more happy for him that he's finally found his own reasons for continuing to be a part of the auctions, and it's to protect other works of art like his mentor's, which I find very sweet. I definitely enjoyed the sequel much more than the main story! I'm so glad the heroine stood her ground and didn't give in to forgiving Ota for basically disrespecting her seriousness towards her work and always trying to brush things off by giving her food and saying her getting mad is silly. I was so proud of her when she refused to let go of it because she loves her work and wants Ota to understand that just as his work is important to him, hers is also very important to her. I'm happy he finally understood her after watching her work, and he properly apologised!! Impressed!! LOL when she said she wanted Ota to be her pet🤣🤣
If Amina is the Sheikh's daughter, she's probably the one behind everything trying to get the heroine arrested etc, and Ota is just trying to deal with her in his own way, but honestly, the way he did it made me want to cry too LOL. I can't imagine being in the heroine's situation having to see my partner kiss another woman's neck in our house and then tell me to get lost because it's not my business. My heart literally broke for her, especially since she always feels like maybe she's just a pet to him and that she's not that important😭😭😭 Anyway, as expected, Amina was a "silly villain" and I really didn't care for her feelings and motives, and I found them quite bland. I don't feel like the Living Together story really served to make Ota and the heroine's relationship stronger or anything and kinda just felt like some random rock in their path that they took a while to kick out of their way but immediately forgettable. And honestly, it always feels like 5 steps forward, 3 steps backwards with Ota. He always seems to treat the heroine better and then he goes back to being frustrating. Especially with the beef stew thing!! He could have said he didn't want to eat it in much better ways but he had to say it in such a hurtful way and then get annoyed when Baba and Mamoru eat it, like dude, you straight out said you basically didn't want to eat it, so give it to people who would actually appreciate it. Anyway, he annoyed me.
Lmao at Ota giving the heroine a collar and then tricking her into giving him her "paw"🤣 Too bad Ota's mum just had to arrive at this moment lolll. I'm glad Ota is actually trying to protect himself and the heroine from his overbearing mum, but dang she's crazy. I love Mamoru, it was so funny when he said Ota and his mum are similar because they both screech like monkeys when they're pissed LMAO, I'm dead🤣🤣 Honestly, even though it's funny at times, Ota's mum is wayyy too frustrating, I feel so bad for the heroine. She was so naive and wanted to try so hard to communicate with his mum and get her to like her, but all the mum wanted to do was embarrass and harass her. I'm so glad Ota is on the heroine's side. Honestly, it's so disgusting how Ota's mum does stuff. Like, she says everything is for Ota's future but she rigs the results for this world art competition to make him lose the preliminary round just so he'll lose the bet and have to break up with the heroine?? She's such a hypocrite, she doesn't care about Ota at all, she just wants to control him, otherwise she would care about his reputation. I can't imagine how embarrassing and disappointing it would be for Ota to lose in the preliminary round considering how well-regarded his art is, I can't imagine how people would react to him after that. Honestly, I agree that Ota needed to confront his mother eventually and that running away wouldn't do anything, but seriously, she's so insufferable with the kidnapping him and stuff. Yeah, she cares about him and he's her whole life after she felt neglected by her husband etc, but she can't force her feelings on Ota and expect him to receive them just because she's his mother and she loves him. If he can't feel that love properly, she should be reflecting on her methods, not constantly bothering him in the same way for years hoping he'd understand, it's just ridiculous, especially since she did things in such a way that I honestly still think is frustrating and I really don't want to see her again lollll. On the other hand though, I'm glad to see Ota not joking around and defending the heroine, and trying to protect her from his mother the whole time, and I liked how the heroine stood up to them at the end.
Whoa, I didn't expect a CG with Ota waking up nude hahaha. Pretty hot🔥 and kinda cute since he's rubbing his eyes haha. One thing I've been really liking about Ota's stories is how supportive and encouraging Erika has become🥲🥲 Although the guys betting on the heroine and making her a "prize" was pretty ughh, I'll take it in stride because even if Ota didn't win, I'm sure they would just poke fun at him. Lmao at Ota cheating to win though hahaha. Man, the paparazzi are crazyyy here, understandable since Ota is creating a sculpture for a royal wedding but it's really rude to harass the heroine and say stuff like she's too boring for someone like Ota like geez. I'm glad Ota took her worries seriously and comforted her. I feel so bad for the heroine though, it's so anxiety-inducing to feel like people are constantly watching you, and that reporter was absolutely crazy. OMG, Ota actually quit the job for the heroine, I am so touched at how decisive he is. I really love how you can see how important she is to him. Luke told him she had aphonia and lost her voice due to stress, and Ota could see how she was in so much distress just from being left alone in the house by herself but still tried to stay strong to not bother him, so it's really sweet to see him give up on such a big job for her. It's actually so heartbreaking to see the heroine constantly apologise to Ota because she feels like a burden to him. It's obviously not her fault and she should prioritise her own health above all else, but I can understand how she must feel like she's dragging Ota down. But at the same time I feel so bad for Ota because he thinks it's all his fault that she can't talk, she can't smile as happily as she used to, and that she's scared of every little thing and sound. Bryan's turnaround is quick but as long as he's not annoying, I'm all for it. At least he apologised about the paparazzi thing and realised that he does like art and wants to start approaching it again with love like how he used to, instead of focusing on his reputation. I loveee how Ota used the chipped alexandrite from the necklace to make a ring to propose, that's so sweet! Awww, Ota actually said on TV that if the paparazzi ever hurt his girlfriend again, he'll never create another piece of art again! He's so cute!! Ooh that's the good ending hahaha. I loveee how the heroine was too nervous when Ota first proposed (because of the reporters), so he did it again privately, it was so sweet! Even though Ota can be childish, I think it's really heartwarming to see how much he genuinely cares for her and loves her to the point that he would literally give up his jobs for her.
Overall, I definitely liked Ota much more than I expected! Him calling the heroine Koro in the beginning was super weird but as you kinda realise that Koro was basically the only one he trusted because he lost faith in humans, and then as he starts using it in an affectionate way, I really couldn't dislike him for it anymore because it was pretty cute, and I love how the heroine straight up tells him to not treat her like a pet further in the stories so she's not a pushover about it either. I think what I enjoyed the most out of Ota's stories is how much inspiration and strength to move forward in his career and life he got out of being with the heroine, and you can really see how much he cherishes her by the Proposal story. I think it might be my favourite proposal out of the guys just because I love how in his PoV, you could totally see how much he cared about the heroine and how decisive he was in choosing to protect her over everything else in his life, and that really solidified Ota's place in my heart. Yeah, he's still childish and sometimes I'm like wth to his lack of communication and the way he does things, but I think the way he makes up for them in the end makes me understand why the heroine always forgives him for whatever he does. And so many extra points for him standing up to his crazy mother and protecting the heroine!! When it comes to crazy parents, alot of the time, the guy holds back or whatever because this is their parent, but I love how Ota always made sure to tell his mother off for treating the heroine the way she did. I think I can see why so many people love KbtBB now, because I feel like I'm really attached to all of them in different ways haha!
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The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Finale (2/6)
Kimial Diehl : (about to wake up) Oi, oi, oi. What happened? Where are we?
Ashley : It appears that we entered inside the Nest. Turns out that Baba Yaga Castle is actually a nest for a wicked Spider...(sees Heartless emblem) heartless!? This isn't the nest of a Spider demon. It's a nest for the Spider Demon Heartless!
Eruka Frog : You don't say?!
Ashley : HQ! This is Ashley here. We finally discovered the nest of Jorogumo. Looks like we a got us to hit the motherload!
Eruka Frog : So this is Arachne Gorgon's...All these bones, these guys look like that they've been feeding their selves to us! We witches don't eat human flesh! Oh my Goodness! This is what the Gorgon Sisters doing!? They lied to me! I'm not evil at all! I'm one of the Good guys all along! So I believe you, Ashley. You were right and I was wrong, okay? I should've known that me, Free, and Mizune were only being used by the Heartless to do their dirty work! I should've known this from the very start! Serves those heartless right for doing their dirty work. If this hadn't been for the Gorgon witch trio's jealously, none of this would have ever happen to my life. And me, a villain that is part of the story? I didn't want to be a villain that is a part of a story! I wanted to be the hero that is a part of everyone's story! Do you hear me now, Mamu? I wanted to protect the innocence and fight for justice to go against the scums of darkness that call their selves the Heartless! This is a redemption that I deserved for the story! Free, Mizune, and myself would be redeemed to be as heroes that fights for his or her friends!
Ashley : Yeah...Of course. Sounds like that you got the right therapist.
Eruka Frog : And as a request in honor of my redemption, I promise to an oath to my people that I would never be another villain like my descendant Mamu. He tried to be the tyrannical tyrant that he wanted to redeem to his froggy people, but he went overboard and was never seen again. So that is why I needed you to reclaim my redemption and make me a hero for the rest of life!
Kimial Diehl : Alright, we'll help you out. We'll find a way to get your redemption as a hero. Then you'll fight for good! So, umm, what's with the, uhh...
Eruka Frog : I just had to take my boots off at my homeland of Louisiana, So I had to get a new pair of white boots, which is why I was gifted by my friend from school.
Kimial Diehl : Is it the waterboy?
Eruka Frog : Mostly. Sometimes, having life at school is a lot tough when it comes to bullfrogs and or Bell Frogs.
Ashley : Not in particular order.
Ansem : Silence! Now pay attention I want you all to greet the spider demon that utterly tries to make it's attempt on destroying the Devil's legacy. [To Kimial] And you, a witch that fights for Law and Justice, are the spawns of his will!
Kimial Diehl : Devil's Legacy? Meisters that were puppets to Shinra's will? Does that make me a puppet to the Devil's will, too?
Ansem : Persistent don't you think? The Hero named Shinra who gave Soul World to life is all nothing but a lie, the son of him was only using you for monopolization of power! You have been pawns to his kind the entire time and we heartless are here to save you from this corrupted force! We need heartless that are born to destroy the Devil's legacy and that's why we used the hearts of Humankind and Witchkind to start an uprising that will overthrow the legacy!
[Resident Evil 0 OST : ZERO Ver.2]
Kimia Diehl : So the Gorgon Sisters that every hero fought with...you were using our kind's hearts to overthrow a dumb legacy of his!? So that's what the DWMA were trying to get the Heartless' Attention. They weren't only created to keep Earth's peace, they were only created to destroy all non-heartless beings and monopolize the world for political power! This is all Shinra's fault! I blame the hero for this Soul Eater Crap! No, not only shinra, I blame both him and the author! It was the Author's fault! I really telegraph that! Cause I knew that he did all of that just for the sake of us protecting Shinra's stupid legacy! If I hadn't been listening to Ashley and the people of Massachusetts, I wouldn't been involved of their stupid mess! Damn it! Damn it all! Why did my people suffer everyrthing? Why did I care about Maka and friends, why I did care about protecting the legacy! *sniffing* It should've been the legacy that was created by my relative! *sniffing* And now...I wouldn't worry so much that I...I HATED EVERYTHING THAT I WOULD NEVER BE A PART OF HER STORY! I SHOULD NEVER BECOME A PART OF HER STORY! I WANTED A STORY OF MY VERY OWN, A STORY THAT It WOULD MAKE ME, JACQUELINE, AND EVERYONE HAPPY!!!
Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Now that's what I wanted to hear!
Ansem : It can't be! You!
[Brave Fight - Kenichi Tokoi]
Ansem : It's the Phantom of Judgement!
Kimial Diehl : Jacqueline! Right on time!
Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Leave Kimial alone, Heartless! Nobody makes a witch's heart as their own food!
Ansem : Who are you!?
Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : I am Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre, Phantom of Flaming Judgement!
Eruka Frog : Phantom? Hey, she's one of them, the Phantoms.
Ashley : A mysterious group of masked beings that lived in secrecy for so long. I heard those guys before. Ever since the Phantonian Race have arrived and ruled the Galaxy before Humankind and Witchkind, the Phantoms were an advance superior race that are much equivalent to the Phantonians, they are a group of Masked beings that are the evolved form of humans that are born with supernatural powers and they only appear at night or in the day. And it all began in Paris, where they became a secret organization called the Phantoms of Society, where they help the detectives. They are way stronger than the Meister their selves! A way better hero! Kimial knew that Jacqueline O'lantern Dupre is not a weapon, but a Phantom from that group. It's true that they hid their selves in the darkness, and as ordinary humans in daytime and even hide their own identities.
Eruka Frog : Guess I was right about that! A Phantom that is a hero, huh?
Ansem : Not those Mask Freaks of justice again! I'll give you fear and pain, you parasites of this planet!
Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Sorry to break it to ya, that witch over there, Kimial, is mine. She's the one that is responsible for a second explosion in Japan, the one she caused after people teased that she literally killed everyone including her best friend. With her in my control, I able to regain her powers coming from Shattered Resonance. This weapon I wield is a sword passed down by family for generations! It allows me to grant me the powers of the flames that is judgement! My enemies shall face judgement and suffer their punishment!
Ansem : Tch! (Snickers) Very well. I shall give you a proper demonstration of whether you are on the Devil's side or the Keyblade's. It will be your final awakening call! Jorogumo! Awaken yourself!
Arachne/Jorogumo : With Pleasure!
[Queen Bella's Ball - Fumie Kumatani, Kenichi Tokoi]
(Arachne goes into an alarming transformation)
Ashley : What's it doing now!?
Eruka Frog : I believe this isn't a witch at all. A demon from Japan is about to bring destruction on the country!
Kimial Diehl : What?!
(Jorogumo roars)
Ashley : Monsters. Guess after this it'll be one less to worry about.
"Jorogumo : Demon Queen of the Spiders"
Ashley : So this is what witchkind was hiding from us. Demons that wanted to bring destruction on the devil's legacy? What was that Shinigami person thinking that demons from Japan would bring destruction on the Kusakabe legacy?
Kimial Diehl : We had just to be the heroes to protect a dumb legacy, didn't we?
Eruka Frog : Enough fooling around! We gotta take out this thing with one secret technique. It's very effective so we need something offensive to attack that thing!
Ashley : But freeze spell and Thunder spell are useless against the queen! Spider demon's have one weakness and I believe that her weakness...*DING!* Fire! Everyone Jorogumo's weakness is Fire!
Kimial Diehl : Yes, everyone's weakness is always fire! Same goes to Martian Manhunter, but it also works in the monster movie The Thing, not the Superhero mutant guy. Jacqueline! You have some fire power with that flaming judgement of yours!
Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Right! (Her sword powers in a fiery aura) This is what the flames of judgement have given me strength and powers! I shall smite the wicked and plunged them into the fiery pits of hell! So burn in Hell now, demon spider!
Time Eater : Chaos...CONTROL!
*Sonic SFX : Chaos Control!*
Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Oi! What's going on where are we?!
*DBZ SFX : Energy Shot+Explosion*
(Jorogumo shrieks in pain)
Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Que?! What just happened?!
(Dragon Roar)
Ansem : What?!
[Growl From the Depths of the Earth - Hideaki Kobayashi]
Ashley : That can't be good! Hey, this isn't Baba Yaga's castle. (It is revealed that the group and Ansem are inside the Central Dome)
Kimial Diehl : What's going on!? Where are we?! Oh no! Am I back in PSO?! Please tell me this is PSO all over again!
Ashley : Damn it, Sega! Stay in your God damn lanes!
Eruka Frog : I-I'm sure we'll be fine to be in battle for this right?!
*BOOM!*
Eruka Frog : Okay...Maybe not.
~ Prologue 21 : Dweller of the Dome ~
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