So this is a box I found that was hidden in a mall for presumably ~6 months by now. Aside from the latch, there were rubber bands keeping the box shut. Inside the box is a bundle of tightly-folded pieces of paper. It is a story/recollection written by a 19-year-old girl who has apparently killed a random person just because she was wondering what it would be like. According to the paper, she wrote this just a few hours after the murder and that I am the first person to read it.
So yeah, I doubt I’ll be able to sleep tonight.
Anyway, I typed up the entire story because I seriously need to share this. Here it is.
This post is a self reminder for me to post more information later, but today, every single woman in Mexico is grieving, we lost a sister
We lost another sister due to the patriarchal society
This goes for you, Debanhi Escobar, we all name you.
Rest in Power, Girl. ✨
40 minutes ago (19:40 CDMX), Nuevo Leon authorities confirmed the body they found is Debanhi Susana Escobar Bazaldúa, and they want to make us believe she just fell down ✨♀️
1. The officers immediately escalated the situation by pulling up on George Floyd with a gun and pointing it in his face
2. George was extremely distressed (understandably) and was begging for some understanding and a moment to gather himself - which he was not given. Despite his destress he did not resist arrest or fight with the officers at any point.
3. The police again escalate the situation by forcing him Into a car he was begging not to be forced into
4. George Floyd was dead when the ambulance arrived - meaning he was dead underneath the knees of chauvin
5. The paramedic knew immediately that George was not breathing when he arrived - giving reason that chauvin would’ve known he wasn’t breathing
6. The officers displayed gross negligence by not checking a pulse or administering chest compressions s
7. The police had multiple opportunities to de-escalate the situation and handle it professionally and failed at every single attempt.
Night and Day- pt. 3 (Yandere!Chrollo x Autistic!Reader)
Part three for y'all. Remember, this is based off of my own experiences with Autism and living Nurodivergent with chronic illnesses (mental and physical). This may not be exact to the experiences others have had.
Warnings; Yandere and all that comes with it, Chrollo and all that comes with him (including but not limited to; stealing, murder, blood, narcissism, smart ass, casual indiscriminate slaughter), autistic reader, female bodied and pronouned reader, slight infantilism, any negative comments said have been said to or about me so it is as accurate as I can make it, word ‘retard’ is used against reader, reader clap-back, NSFW, anxiety for something new is rough, Chrollo can be very patient when it means he gets something, mention of pregnancy, slight breeding kink, slight corruption kink, praise kink,
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Nen was such an unusual and unique thing. So many different expressions of nen that a person can learn and so many that still have to be created. Something so fluid in motion that it can change as the wielder changes in their life. It is present in everyone but so few can use nen and even fewer have perfected the craft.
So it came as an honest surprise to Chrollo when he realized just what your Nen actually did. He discovered the abilities of your Nen the same time you did due to a completely random occurrence where your newly awoken nen actually showed itself and the sheer power it had. You hadn’t even tried to use an ability at the time, but that didn’t stop it from happening and it was surprising for everyone else around you as well.
It was at least a month after that initial rocky introduction to your soulmate and you felt more relaxed around him as each day passed. Not once had he tried to 'correct’ any of your subconscious behaviors or to shush you when you got a bit carried away while talking to him. He still had yet to find any true predictable pattern to your brain, but he was becoming more used to you and the general way you thought about the things around you.
Sometimes he would stop reading his book to ask you what things you could hear or what happened to be on your mind at any given time. The Troupe began to learn more than they thought possible from these random times Chrollo would have you list off the things that caught your attention. They began to realize the scope of your attention radius on the world around you, the little things you noticed and remarked on, things that they didn’t even realize they did that you would pick up on.
You were a spectator to almost everything that was around you yet you could also easily miss something near you due to so intensely listening to the world farther away from you. They even picked up on how much you would mirror them during conversations, matching certain behaviors and taking note of responses they typically gave. If pointed out, you immediately stop the behavior and close up mentally, retreating into the quiet social shell that you created and giving short responses until you opened back up.
It also became increasingly clear to the troupe that any time you would curl back into that shell, Chrollo would be irate with whoever caused it. They knew their beloved leader was trying to break you- his one and only soulmate- from that societal yoke and any negative progress was met with ire. The Troupe was significantly lacking in that learned obedient behavior due to growing up in Meteor City while having to fend for themselves, so they really hadn’t realized the way you internalized every response and planned yourself accordingly. You grew up with this social curve of action and response, not even on the same curve as your peers so you took many things quite seriously and personally in an attempt at playing catch up.
The Troupe knew how to act semi-normal in a typical setting, but they had the advantage of just knowing how to act. It became increasingly obvious that you did indeed have a specifically crafted mirror of a personality that you used to primarily avoid conflict or others. That crafted personality made them want to know what it was that lay beneath and what the true unshackled you would be capable of.
It was partially what led to your Nen lashing out.
You hadn’t meant to, not really. But you were having a less than talkative moment, staring at nothing in particular and generally just existing in your own brain while your body remained idle when it happened.
You had been among Chrollo and the other Spiders when some group of thugs decided they wanted to ransack the place. Their hollering and shouts at the Troupe served as a less than gentle way to pull you back into reality, feeling your panic engulf you with every shout. Though the troupe wasn’t bothered in the slightest when the men drew their guns, your brain kicked you into both freezing up and lashing out.
Physically you did not move, but regarding your nen, the world morphed around you and bent to your anxieties. The decorative statues became animated and fiercely protective of you, the very building you sat in groaning to life in order to deal with the men that you felt so terrified of. Doors slammed shut and the men quickly became the ones who were trapped instead of the other way around.
Pillars moved, rooms changed, furniture came to life and sought only the deaths of the men responsible for your stress. The main downside was the fact that you unintentionally closed yourself off, the building itself hiding you away. It took Chrollo several hours to find you tucked away in the heart of the living building, cowering and trying to block out the unfamiliar sounds that thundered around you far too loudly.
He managed to calm you with his relaxed tone and steady heart-beat, letting you curl against his chest and hide from the chaos you unintentionally created. As you calmed the building returned to its former self, releasing those inside from the trap it had become. The Troupe wanted to know just how you did what you did, knowing the limitations of Nen and how a few of the oddities they encountered didn’t follow basic Nen laws. You were exhausted and unable to answer the questions they had, falling asleep in the comforting arms of Chrollo as he held you close.
That day, you learned many truths about not only yourself but about the fact that you had rather aggressive Nen. Your Nen quite literally changed the world around you. Chrollo believed it to be an illusion at first, but after searching the living building he began to realize the sheer effect your Nen had on the world around you. He wanted to test the capabilities of your Nen and see all it was able to do, but it became quickly apparent that your Nen was linked to your stress; the more stressed you were, the stronger you Nen became.
To Chrollo, learning the extent of your Nen was not worth the stress it would put you through, not to mention the amount of stress you had to be in for it to even manifest properly.
For now, Chrollo allowed your Nen to remain an enigma. He would work more on it with you later, but his primary goal at that moment was to gently extract you from your social shell, all without distressing you too much.
Now you sat on his lap, quietly tapping some unknown beat on his arm as he read his book. Chrollo figured you could use some time outside and so he brought you to a rather quiet park and settled on a bench with you. He was quite content to relax with you when an obnoxious voice drew his attention from his book.
“Hey there, handsome.”
He glanced up to see a woman who was adorned with gemstones and wore a lipstick shade that was obnoxiously bright for her complexion. She clearly didn’t care that he was obviously interested in his book and you were seated on his lap. In fact, she looked at you the way one would look at something detestable writhing on filth.
“How about you ditch the spaz and let me show you a real woman?”
You slightly flinched at the harsh words, the soft tapping of your fingers stopping almost immediately. It was clear you were uncomfortable, but you tried to ignore the woman and look anywhere except for at her.
“I have a real woman already.”
“Oh, please. It’s cute that you’re being so nice to a retard but-”
Chrollo had enough of the woman squawking and insulting you, moving to silence the annoyance before you spoke, your voice dripping with venom.
“And yet, he still wants this 'retard’ more than he wants you.”
“Ugh, why do you think you can even speak to me-?”
“I’m not speaking to you. I am speaking at you. To imply I am talking to you would mean you have any awareness of the world around you when it is obvious you can only see your own nose, despite how deeply buried in your ass it is.”
Even with the situation, Chrollo wanted to laugh. Here this random woman was with her mouth hanging open like a fish as if she couldn’t understand that you were capable of talking and had insulted her. He almost wanted to just let the scene play out, so pleased you could hiss out insults the way you did when you usually would close up.
“Wh-”
“Just stop talking.”
“You can’t say that to me!”
“But you can say it to me?”
“Of course I can! Retards don’t understand-”
“What I don’t understand in this situation is why you’re still here. Are you that desperate for approval that you think you can bother a couple who want not a damn thing to do with you? Or is it you’re so used to getting what you want your spoiled ass can’t comprehend the idea of someone telling you to fuck off?”
“I-”
As amusing as Chrollo found the exchange, he was already at the end of his patience with the woman. His movements were so fast neither you nor the woman realized he had done anything before she was falling to the ground dead, a ballpoint pen sticking out of her forehead. Naturally, seeing a person rather suddenly die made your anxieties raise, even though the perpetrator was the very same man who held you so carefully on his lap.
“Why did-?”
“I do appreciate you snapping at that woman for her actions, it is quite refreshing to see you not shy away from conflict like you typically do. However, I didn’t appreciate the way she spoke to you and the way she spoke about you.”
“But did she need to die?”
“Oh, my love, you are such a sweet person. You try so hard to be kind to others and to avoid arguing…” Chrollo chuckled softly as if he had told a joke, “I’ve killed more people over less.”
He hummed and kissed your temple gently, seeming to wrap himself around you as best he could. Everything about the two of you seemed so polar opposite, it was amusing to Chrollo to know just how similar yet different you were from one another.
“Be as gentle as you want, love. You may be hesitant to snap at them, but I will happily kill them for you.”
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“I don’t know, Chrollo… I’ve never- I haven’t-”
“I know. How fortunate I am in the perfect position to teach you.”
“I don’t want to mess up-”
“Let me lead you.”
You bit your lip hesitantly and drummed your fingers against your bouncing thigh, wondering just how much trust you were willing to give this man. He had proven time and time again that he was different from all others you’ve met, even when compared to the troupe he was different. Since the moment you two met, he had been trying to understand you and what makes your brain tick. Chrollo has done so much to work away at that mask of yours just to sneak a peak at the you beneath it all.
“I’m not taking any pills-”
“I know how to use a condom, (y/n), and there are many options to choose from. I would love to make you nice and round with my child, to see your soft breasts fill up with milk as your body creates a physical representation of my affections and my need for you, but I can just as easily live without. I also know you are terrified of what I may think of you during all of this, I will say every thought I have out loud if you truly want me to.”
He took a step closer to you, taking your hands in his and holding them to his warm chest so you could feel the steady thrum of his heart. You weren’t trying to be difficult, you were nervous and slightly afraid of anything potentially going wrong. Chrollo knew this and planned to help you build up such confidence your anxieties wouldn’t be able to touch you.
The first step was for Chrollo to get you to allow him to be intimate with you in the first place. Beyond that he planned to praise you constantly, to guide you in every step, as well as to provide distraction for you when you became stressed. He was determined to finally get you into his bed and to indulge in your body which had taunted him so from the moment he met you.
“(Y/n),” Chrollo pulled you close, body pressing against your own, “may I love you? Will you let me?”
You bit your lip, watching with almost wary eyes as Chrollo rolled his hips in a relaxed motion against your own. It was true, you wanted to say yes and give in to Chrollo with open arms and an equally open heart. The only thing making you hesitate was your nerves in the situation, so many ways to potentially make a mistake or embarrass yourself around Chrollo.
As if he could sense your hesitation, he gently grasped your hand and pulled it towards himself, guiding you to his unzipped pants. His hard length was obvious when pressed up against you, but it seemed so much more beneath your warm hand. The relaxed pulse of Chrollo’s heartbeat was clear in his stiff length as he pressed your hand onto the apparent bulge.
“Will you let me love you?”
Chrollo asked again, his voice a soft croon in your ear as you felt your body warm up intensely. The most you could manage was a nod as he pulled you to the bed, laying you back against the blankets.
He took his time pulling his coat off, tossing it to the side as he moved on top of you to kiss you ever so gently. His hands were warm against your skin and you felt your anxieties pushing back against your desire to let Chrollo have you fully. You did want to take this next step, but your anxieties always gnawed away at your mind and try to force you to reject him.
Chrollo gently trailed kisses down your neck, ensuring to leave several marks that would make his claim over you quite clear to anyone who saw them. It seemed like Chrollo was well versed in intimacy, each touch so delicate despite the fact you knew he could snap bones with a mere flex. When his warm hands reached your chest, you couldn’t stop the anxious whine that escaped you, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to keep yourself under control.
“I told you, I will say every thought out loud if I need to. So, I want to tell you exactly what just having you here is doing to me…” He slowly cupped one breast, his arm next to your head holding up his weight as he murmured in your ear, “just the thought of us doing this gets me so hard. I had little interest in pleasure except when I needed to use it for information, now I’m so starved for your attention the mere thought makes me ache.”
He continued to hum those soft words like a sinner confessing every deep detail of their crimes. The full and plump lips brushing against your skin sent shivers through your body, feeling a persistent throb between your legs. Chrollo was still slowly caressing your body with his hand, hips pressing up so firmly against your throbbing core.
“The amount of wet dreams I’ve had of making you pass out from pleasure would make a degenerate blush. Your voice,” he kissed your ear gently, “your face twisted with pleasure,” his hand slowly lifted your shirt, seeming to slice through with not a scrap of resistance, “your exhausted body clenching down on me just right,” your bra joined the forming pile of clothes on the floor, “all the way down to how your soft holes taste. Just using my tongue to make you squirt for me, tasting your soft and warm insides.”
Chrollo moaned lowly against your body, taking one of your breasts in his mouth and toying with the other. He was intentionally being louder than he usually would, using his own pleasured sounds to get you riled up and help you feel more relaxed around him during this process. He switched breasts and moved his hand down to unbutton your pants, slowly pulling then off of you, stopping for a moment whenever you whined.
As he managed to successfully remove the obstructing clothes, you found the courage to open your eyes and look down your front at him. Chrollo was trailing kisses down your soft body and staring up at you, the intense eye contact making you yelp and look away. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he slid his hand beneath the last article of clothing you had, cupping your dripping heat with his hand.
“Mmm… You’re so wet for me, love. I need you so badly.”
Your underwear slid off of your hips and down your legs, leaving you completely bare to Chrollo’s intense gaze. Impulsively, you covered your eyes and tried to block out both the embarrassment and the anxiety of the situation. You heard Chrollo’s clothes dropping to the floor as well and jerked slightly when his hands returned to your hips.
“My beautiful (y/n)… Won’t you please look at me?”
It took a moment for you to work up the courage to look past your fingers and down at Chrollo, his stormy eyes seeming to glint at your attention. He held that eye contact as he settled between your legs, refusing to look away as his tongue dragged up your sensitive heat. You couldn’t help the way you gasped, eyes closing once more as you mewled with every following slow lick.
“Fuck,” he moaned, trying to dig his tongue deeper into you between words, “you taste so good..! I want all of you…”
Chrollo knew exactly how he was working you up gently, not just stuffing himself in you and fucking away his troubles. Two fingers joined his tongue, slowly sliding into you one at a time as he suckled on your clit passionately.
“(Y/n),” Chrollo prompted softly, “tell me what you’re feeling.”
“I- I’m feeling- so fucking good..!”
“Want me to keep going?”
“Yes!”
“Want me to stop?”
“N-no! Please- please, Chrollo, don’t stop!”
“Such a good girl…”
You whined and moaned quietly, anxious about being too loud and someone hearing your soft noises. Each slurp or prolonged moan from Chrollo had you gripping at his hair, holding onto those black locks while trying to keep yourself from tugging too hard on them. A faint pressure felt like it was building up inside of you, becoming more and more apparent as Chrollo continued to feast on your soft pussy. Eventually that pressure felt near unbearable and your body tensed, feeling that pressure break and flood your body with euphoria.
Your limbs were rigid and you couldn’t stop your eyes from closing as you physically shook from the feeling, panting and mewling as your legs shook and tightened, holding Chrollo in place. He could have easily pulled away, but instead chose to continue licking and slurping your warm clit with a deep moan and pumping his fingers into you. It almost seemed like he truly got pleasure from seeing you fall to pieces from his actions.
When you finally relaxed and let him pull away, you were still panting and whining as you tried to come down from your high. The faint sound clothes dropping and a wrapper tearing open drew your attention and you glanced down to see Chrollo sliding a condom down onto his firm length. Fear shot through you as you saw that thick and long length Chrollo planned on putting inside of you and your panic rose back up.
“It-it’s going to be too big..! It can’t- it won’t be able to fit in me!”
“It’s alright,” Chrollo soothed slowly climbing back on top of you, “I know it will be able to fit. I won’t lie to you, it will be uncomfortable at first, maybe even a bit painful, but it will feel so good as soon as you get used to it. I promise you that.”
You bit your lip and glanced away from those steel eyes, still feeling your heart racing and your body tense in anxiety.
“Here,” Chrollo said, pulling your arms up to wrap around his body, “Hold onto me, (y/n). Scratch me up as much as you need to.”
He lined up that large cock with your soft folds, slowly grinding his hips against your own and covering his cock with your juices as he leaned over you. You tried to relax but instinctively tensed as you felt the tip of his cock press into your folds. Chrollo softly hushed you and waited for you to relax before inching his way inside of you, pausing any time you whined or tensed. When he finally bottomed out inside of you, he let out a low groan from the feel of you wrapped around him.
“You feel so damn good, (y/n)… Tell me when you want me to move, until then- ngh- I am happy to stay as still as you need me to.”
Chrollo breathed deeply and his slow relaxed breaths helped calm you, feeling the odd sensation of his pulse thrumming inside of you. There was a slight burn from the stretch of your soft walls accommodating his large and heavy cock in your gentle body. Your nails bit down into his back as you slowly relaxed, loosening your grip on his body.
As you fully began to adjust to the feeling, you hummed and felt your muscles relax. For a moment you almost forgot he was inside of you before the slightest movement reminded you.
“O-okay… Okay. You can move…”
“Are you sure?”
“No, but I trust you.”
“If you were anyone else saying that, I would think it is a horrible idea to trust me. But, you, my love, can always trust me to do what is best for you, and what is best for us. I’m going to start moving, let me know if it hurts.”
He slowly slid back and out of you before shoving himself back inside of you. The movement made you whine as that burn returned in near full force, but you refused to stop him as he settled with a relaxed pace. Chrollo was so enamored with the way your body hugged him perfectly and massaged his stiff cock so comfortably, finding even the slow pace to be more pleasure than he received from any other he has taken to bed.
“Just so sweet and beautiful.”
He crooned into your ear, slowly picking up his pace as you once again relaxed, starting to feel the faint spark of pleasure in your body. It was similar to finally scratching an itch that had been bothering you for a while, building up into much more than a simple soothing motion. Chrollo angled his hips and you mewled loudly when the head of his cock dug into a particularly sensitive spot inside of you.
Taking note of your noise, Chrollo ensured to press into that bundle of nerves repeatedly, beginning to impulsively thrust harder and faster into you. One of his hands trailed down to rub at your clit, only making the pleasure in you skyrocket beyond what you already felt. The sensation making you moan so sweetly for him and cling to him.
“Fuck..! You look so good taking my cock like this…” Chrollo panted as he stared down at your expression, wanting to see every little grimace or deliriously pleasured face you made, “do this every night with you… Just keep going until you get nice and exhausted for me..!”
He paused for a moment, making you whine at the loss of friction before he pulled back, leaving you no longer able to dig your nails into his back. For a moment you thought you did something wrong and began to worry until he lifted your legs to his shoulders, leaning forward to press into you even deeper than he had been. The oddly scrunched position only seemed to make every move feel even stronger, forcing the air in and out of your lungs in time with his thrusts.
“I want you to cum for me… Soak me with your juices and just squeeze down on my cock.”
His words were debauched and only seemed to add more pleasure to your sparking and stimulated brain, feeling that pressure building back up inside of you at a faster rate than before. As the pressure built your voice raised in pitch and your moans became louder, unable to stop the cries whining from you despite the fact you knew you were getting too loud. It all seemed to not matter as much to you anymore, feeling that pressure become greater until it broke with a flooding wave of sensation far stronger than the first.
Your head impulsively tossed side to side as if you physically had to move to properly comprehend the tidal wave of bliss that burned inside of you. Chrollo’s continued movements making you wail from each shocking sensation that continued to burn inside of you. You could feel the way your walls constricted around him, forcing a deep moan from his throat at the snug embrace of your pussy around his achingly hard cock.
“That’s it… Good girl, taking all of me so well..!” Chrollo moaned, panting slightly as the bliss of your orgasm faded away, “once more… Cum for me just once more.”
Chrollo moaned, stuffing himself into you over and over again, imagining how it would feel to fill you up with his hot cum. For now he ignored that want and continued to rut into you, feeling the ridges of your warm walls through the condom. For now he allowed the lightweight cover to stand between the two of you, content with the squeeze of your tight walls as he drilled into you.
“Ch-Chrollo..! Ngh! I can’t-! It’s too much..!”
He shushed you gently, locking his lips with your own as he continued to wildly thrust into you like a beast in heat.
“I know you can take more, Love. I told you, I plan on burning off that night-time energy of yours.”
He could feel the way your warm walls squeezed him so well, the perfect fit of his large cock in your soft insides, your sweet voice cracking and whining in elation. There wasn’t a particular number of times he wanted you to cum around his drilling cock, but he certainly knew he wanted far more than just two orgasms from you. Chrollo had been honest when he suggested burning off as much energy as possible so you would sleep through the whole night without any disturbance.
He certainly planned to cum more than once, vaguely frustrated he was only spurting into the condom and not your soft body, but he quickly got over it. After all, you two were soulmates and he would have plenty more chances to fill you up with his cum.
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Chrollo slowly woke to a quiet sound and the slight bit of light through his eyelids. You lay next to him, back pressed against his chest as you remained secure in his arms. For a moment, he thought you were just talking in your sleep again before he realized the light was from your phone and you were staring intently at it.
“Darling, it’s three in the morning. What are you doing?”
“… Watching cat videos.”
“Do I need to fuck you even more than I assume to keep you asleep through the night?”
Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: And so it ends Warnings:18+, dubcon, alcohol consumption, smoking, gun stand off, major character death, mentioned violence against the reader, domestic abuse, graphic description of murder, vaginal sex, creampie, collaring. Words:3.2k
Shuuji Hanma has never been a man to feel fear in his life. When others find themselves feeling alert and on edge, Hanma can do nought but laugh. But since leaving your place… The home that you share with your fiancé, his boss, he believes this may be the closest to panic he’s ever felt. In fact, he’d go as far as to admit he’s a little scared. Kisaki is a crazy fuck, like him. And also not to dissimilarly to Hanma, he’s calculated. He imagines that Kisaki has already gone out of his way to contact his subordinates and alert them of Hanma’s treachery. Hanma is brave, in the sense that he can stay in his penthouse like he didn’treveal he’d been fucking his precious fiancé behind his back. He supposes you were right about one thing.
Shuuji Hanma is a dead man walking.
He’s been sipping his favourite whiskey since the minute he got home. But he isn’t stupid, he needs his wits about him, after all. He’s been nursing the same drink for a longwhile. He needs to consider himself. His next course of action. What has happened. What willhappen. You entering his life after so long was an unexpected cog in his well oiled machine of existence. It had been so long since he’d thought about his favourite slut. His toy. He still can’t believe that he managed to forget you at all.
How could he forget someone he spent so long going out of his way to torment? Someone he forcedto give her virginity to him. He was clumsy then, he’s sure you’ll agree. He had a little experience, more than most, so he knew what he was doing with you. But now, he is matured, he is a man. Despite the fact he sees women as devices to give himpleasure, he knows exactly how to please. And although it’s been so long since he played with your body, it is simply unforgettable. It is his.He’ll touch you just right and make you come undone with so little effort you’ll have barely taken a breath.
Is that why you run to him?
Is that why you’re back in his life?
Because you’re his,aren’t you? You won’t forget something so important like that. You’re always going to be his girl. Hanma’s Toy. It’s engraved in your flesh for that exact reason. But even without that permanent, black, ink. How could you forget someone you gave your virginity too? How could you forget all of the things he did and made you do? You couldn’t. You can’t. Even at such a young age, you wonder if he knew what he was doing. If he wanted to scar you so vehemently that you’d never be able to erase him from the recesses of your mind.
You’re his.
No one else’s.
His.
“Open the door, Hanma.”
It’s familiar. Why wouldn’t he recognise the voice of a man he’s been thick as thieves with for over a decade? With a cigar latched between his lips and his gun in his hands, he stands perfectly adjacent to the front door of his penthouse and points the weapon at the entrance. He has no doubt in his mind that Kisaki has brought an army with him to snuff him out and put an end to the memorable and insufferable Shuuji Hanma.
“It’s open, Tetta.” he responds. The use of his forename enrages Kisaki, a clear snub of his superiority and a lack of respect from Hanma.
He opens the door slowly… slowly… slowly… until they’re face to face with each other. And it’s unbelievable, but somehow, they manage to laugh. Kisaki is pointing his gun at Hanma, and Hanma’s is pointing right back. And for some reason, it’s so fuckingamusing.How did things get like this? At one point or another, Kisaki would have trusted Hanma more than anyone else in the world. Even you. Fuck. You.
“Don’t tell me you came alone.” Hanma queries, refusing to let his guard down but still managing to take a tactical puff of his cigar.
“I did, believe it or not. I’m a reasonable man. Some might say, smart,”
“First I’m hearing about that.” Hanma jokes, earning a snicker from his former friend.
“I figure there’s history. And a simple explanation mightjust clear this all up. So, I haven’t told a damn soul about this. Pour me a drink.” Kisaki speaks and demands as he tilts his head and his gun in the direction of the tumbler of whiskey standing alone at Hanma’s lonely dining table.
“For real?”
“We’ll drink, and I’ll listen to what you have to say. And thenI’ll blow your fucking head off for touching my little wifey.” he talks, calmly. The final sentence sounds like a joke, but his eyes are telling another story. He’s serious, deadly so.
Hanma clears his throat, refusing to lower his gun as he walks closer to the bottle of whiskey. He grabs an extra tumbler, pouring the bronze liquid into the glass while keeping his eyes and gun focused on his boss. Kisaki enters the penthouse, using his foot to close the door behind him.
It’s almost comical, really, how neither of the men refuse to put away their weapons. Even while sitting so close to each other. Their legs spread, a show of dominance, like men do, as they sit and find the most comfortable positions in their seats. It’s almost like a silent contest to display who needs more leg room, which of them has the biggest cock and balls.
It’s Hanma.
Their gun holding arms turn to jelly as they enjoy their drinks. Resting the cool metal killing devices on their legs as they casually sip and slurp as if they’re indulging in last orders at a bar with close friends. A memory they’ve shared more times than they can count. Butthisis nothing like that complacent, relaxing vibe. This is tense.
“She’s missing, now. Have you, uh, seen her?” Kisaki queries.
“No. Why would I have? Doesn’t she have friends?” Hanma responds, calmly. Kisaki studies his eyes. Enough years in this line of work, and you can spot a liar with genuine ease. So, he stares and stares.
“Iknowshe’s here, Hanma.”
Hanma takes another swig of his drink, clearing off the last remaining drops before pouring another for himself. But he shakes his head, adamant he has no idea what he’s referring to.
“You wanted to talk about her, you said. So, what went down after I left?” Hanma asks, a question he’s been dying to know after he fled. He has never felt guilt before. He thinks he might be a sociopath, most days. Or else he wouldn’t have put youthrough everything he did in the past. And yet, for the first time maybeever, he felt bad for leaving you with him tonight. He turned your world upside down and threw you to the wolves. It was too much like the old him. A him he isn’t ashamed of, but he likes to think he is at least a littlebetter than. So, he had to ask. What happened?
“Well. I was mad, you get that, right? It’s understandable, I mean—”
“Did you damage mytoy, Kisaki?”
“Notyours,mine.But, yeah, so fucking what? I beat her black and blue. What sane man wouldn’t?” Kisaki questions. Hanma slams his glass down on the table, earning an explosive laugh from his boss. “Come the fuckon. I loved her, y’know? Spent a fortune on her. Gave her everything.Only for her to cheat with… you. Thought she was my princess, my forever.”
“No one will love her like I can. I’ve loved her since the day I set eyes on her as a kid. So, I’ll tell youone more time. Mytoy.Myprincess.Myforever. I’ll find her and fuck her into the shape of my cock because she is mine.And my name is on her forever, to prove it.” Hanma monologues, it’s relaxed and pointed. Kisaki retains each and every word. An indescribable rage sears through him and he realises he’ll never have what you have with Hanma. History.But that fucking mark.It can be removed. It can be changed. He’s signed his name into your skin tonight in the form of blooming blue and purple blooms. It’s just a shame they aren’t permanent.
“You have to die, that’s a given. Yeah?” Kisaki chuckles, and even Hanma smiles.
“If you think you can kill me. If you thinkI will let that happen. Sure.”
“It’s a matter of pride, man. I loved… loveher. And she ismine, no matter what you say or think. But what she did, I’ll never forgive. I’ll spend the rest of my life making her pay for it.”
“You won’t see her again for the rest of your life, Tetta. Only one of us is getting out of this penthouse alive and I intend on making sure it’s me.”
“She humiliated me. With you.I’m all for happy endings but not at the cost of my own. I can’t lose her to you, man, I can’t.” he tells him, a tone of finality filling his words. Hanma shakes his head, again. In his eyes, he has no choice.
“Do you know I took her purity from her? Even if I die, she’ll never forget me for the simple fact I took her virginity. You don’t forget your first. And, you’ll never be able to love her like I can. Like I do.You’ll have to kill me to stop me from claiming my toy back, but like I said, I have no intention of letting that happen.”
You wonder if it’s the sociopath in him. He’s thankful that Kisaki was looking at his drink when Hanma’s eyes widened, ever so slightly. His heart rate quickened, the organ was pounding as he tried to keep a neutral, poker face. He managed to steady the tremoring of his fingers as he tried to pretend nothing was happening behind Tetta Kisaki. Crossing one leg over the other as he smiled and drank his whiskey in such a nonchalant manner. It roused Kisaki’s suspicion to see Hanma become his usual, cocky self.
Bang.
That cocky, trademark smirk wiped off of Hanma’s face in an instant. Instead, he donned an unimpressed, almost boredthin lipped expression as the blood of your ex-fiancé spattered across his face. He smacked his lips together, attempting to discover whether he could taste copper on his tongue as he paid no mind to your former partners body slump out of his chair and collide with the ground.
You were a coward for killing him like that. His back to you and no way to defend himself. You got him right in the back of his head, and you could only assume there was an exit wound somewhere close to between his eyes as it pissed blood and puddled around his body and seeped into his expensive Louis Vuitton suit.
“S-Shuuji…” you whimpered.
“Shush.” he demanded, getting up from his seat and tutting you into a stunned silence. You murdered someone. Fuck.You, a regular fucking person, killed Tetta Kisaki. Hanma grabbed your shoulders, firmly, kissing your forehead and forcing you to look him in the eye as he spoke to you. “You did the right thing, baby.” he assures you.
“I…killedsomeo-no.Killing is… it’s neverthe right thing!” you feel like you are screaming but in reality your voice has almost died in your throat as you try and articulate your conflicting feelings. He would have probably killed youfirst. You thought he was going to, tonight. Hanma did some terrible things to you but he neverbeat you. You’ve never felt so sore, so pained. And yet so lucky to be alive. And Hanma, fuck, you can’t believe this is reallyHanma. His touches are so tender and delicate. So sweet.He knows you’re hurting. He could see it in the bruises when you first stumbled into his home, yes, but he could predominantly see it in your eyes.
“Bastard deserved it and then some for doing this to you.” he states, you try to shake your head but you can’t. He stills your skull with two large palms, once again forcing you to look into his drowsy, golden eyes. “I’m a real piece of shit, but even I wouldn’t lay a hand on a woman. How could he hurt someone as precious as you?”
“I’m a murderer, Shuuji I can’t, I—”
“He didn’t tell anyone he was coming here. No one will know about this internal struggle. You know what that means? I’ll be taking over Kisaki’s role in the company. You’re mine, again, and everything is gonna be fine.”
“I don’t know…” you sigh, obvious concern in your voice. But again, he tuts, a feeble attempt of dismissing the worry from your body.
“Come.” he demands. “Into the shower, wanna wash this prick off us before I make arrangements to move him.”
“S-Shuuji, please. Please be—”
“I know, baby, I know.”
It is the most glamorous shower you’ve ever seen and will ever hope to see. The shower head is attached to the ceiling and you both fit inside with plenty of space surrounding you still. There’s even a small bench, made out of the same marble material as the walls you are standing inside of. Of course the door is glass, fogged completely with steam from the boiling shower as well as your rising body heats.
He sits, peacefully, allowing you to stand alone under the shower as you cleanse your naked, shaken body. You can’t help but giggle when you see his cock standing to full attention as he ogles you lathering your body in shower gel and allowing the water to cascade down your body.
You’d never of expected him to sit so patiently like this while he has you as his.You are officiallyhis property and he isn’t doing anything about it.
Or so you thought.
The nice guy act soon wore thin, and you found yourself shoved against the glass door. You struggled, slightly, your bruises aching the further he forced himself into you and against the glass.
“H-Hurts, Shuuji, it, ah—!”
“Can’twaitanymore.” he informs you as he guides his cock head to your sodden cunt. “Need to make you mine again.” he tells you.
And with that, you realise this isn’t going to be about you. He knows how to fuck you. How to make you cum. And yet, he won’t. His priority is himself. Filling you to the brim with his cum and marking your insides officiallyas his.
“Always had such a tight little pussy, haven’t you? All mine. All fucking mine.” he practically growls in your ear as he begins to slam up into you.
“P-Please, Hanma. Slower! Slow…” you beg, pathetically silent it’s almost drowned out by the pelting drops of water cascading against the ground. A simple ‘tsk’leaves his lips as he kisses your cheek and reaches around to fondle your clit.
“Wish I could kill him twice for making you so sore.” he hums as he allows his fingers to dance lightly across your battered skin. But it doesn’t stop him from pummelling against your body, if anything, he’s fucking into your sweet spot harder. He’s moaning, grunting, gaspingalmost, as he approaches his doom. He’s quick. He could easily lie and say it’s for your benefit, which it is. But it’s for him. The sooner your insides are painted white, the better. “Oh – fuck – ‘m cummin’, Christ‘m cummin’ baby.”
And you feel it, Godyou feel it because he shoots his load directly into your womb, you think. They’re silent thoughts, but he’s already thinking about you carrying his child. He always pictured three or four with you. Three boys that give the two of you hell and one girl he worships with everything he has. Not now, he hopes. With your mental state so fragile and everything so new.
His cum dribbles down your legs. But the minute you step under the shower, it’s being carried down the plughole by the current.
Definitely not now.
He abandons you, a towel wrapped around his waist as he heads towards his bedroom. You find a towel for your body as well as your hair, doing your best to chase after him without slipping and falling in the process. He’s rummaging around in his drawers desperately searching for something. He looks back at you, briefly, as you enter, and then back again with more focus as he takes in what he’s seeing.
“Towel off sweetheart. No hiding your body from me, wanna see every inch.” he instructs. You do as you’re told, unwrapping the white, fluffy towel from your body and exposing your skin to the freezing, air-conditioned room.
“What are you doing?” you wonder, sitting on the edge on his bed eagerly as you wait from him to come over to you.
Finally, he finds what it is he’s looking for. “Stand up.” he tells you, hiding whatever it is behind his back. Once again, you comply, watching him come closer to you and sit himself down. “Sit on me.” he demands. You straddle him. He kisses each and every inch of your body within his reach. He smooths his hand over the sickening blue blotches delivered to your skin by Tetta. You gasp, erotically, as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth as sucks sweetly.
“Shuuji…” you moan, losing yourself to his touch. “What’s behind your back?”
“Somethin’ very special, it’s old but looks like new.” he smiles into your body. “I got you it years ago, didn’t get the chance to give you it.”
“I wanna see.”
He reaches behind his back. And it’s odd, the look in his eye is almost hesitant. Like he doesn’t wantto give it to you. He isn’t sure of himself. Is he worried that you won’t like it? But, your pleading gaze wins him over.
“I… I want to hate it, but I don’t. I, I love it.” you giggle. It’s a collar. A beautifulpink collar with your name engraved on the silver bone. “Oh God, I really love it.”
“There’s a leash too.” Hanma laughs. He raises it to put it around your neck, and you find yourself letting him with not a single complaint. Maybe you’re in a state of unknowing because of what you did to Kisaki. Nothing matters and nothing feels real. But for whatever reason. You are obsessedwith this new accessory. And it’s sick, because it feels romantic. In days gone by, you were known as nothing to him other than Hanma’s toy. But this… has your fucking name on it.
“Fuck. Hanma… ‘m really yours, aren’t I? Always been yours.”
18+, dubcon, alcohol consumption, smoking, gun stand off, major character death, mentioned violence against the reader, domestic abuse, graphic description of murder, vaginal sex, creampie, collaring.
If you lined up Kaladin, Shallan and Adolin, and then asked someone “guess which of these people is not okay with killing in cold blood”, I don’t think they’d expect the answer.
I had to look this up because I was just so shocked to read this. Like a year after he published his book praising all the glory of America and guns???? Someone voted for the leopards eating faces party…
Deep in the forest, through a barrier, there was a glade where his demise awaits.
There was a graveyard with no crosses and tombstones. It was located deep through the thick woods and greenery of the forest. A clearing where the moon served as its marker, for those who’d want to lead themselves astray and for him.
No prayers were offered, no candles were lit. Even if anyone did, it’s not what they wanted. Its existence remained a mystery. The villagers stood countless warnings around the forest to keep everyone safe. And no one ever went there, not since few town daredevils never came back.
I’m so fucking tired. Warning triggery for mass shooting, language, and actually a bunch of shit. I’m putting it under a read more
But I’m from Texas and as a healthcare worker, it pisses me off when politicians say thoughts and prayers ✌. No fuck you. How about less thoughts and prayers and more pen on paper ? Change the gd law. ♀️ you claim to protect children but only to make sure they are born so that they can be killed in a fucking elementary school shooting. Like if your laws can’t change child murder than you are less useful than trash.
Like we know that politicians are being paid off by gun groups and we know that in other countries that gun control prevents mass shootings. There are peer reviewed studies on imperial data for over a decade that consistently say such. And the argument against it are fucking stupid.
But mental illness?? Then invest in mental healthcare but many shooters aren’t mentally ill and it’s impossible to kill a bunch of people so fast without a gun. They would be stopped way sooner if they had to use a slower gun or a knife.
But my guns?? Fuck your guns. Just because you get a boner at the gun range rather than paying child support on your kids, does not mean people should own assault weapons. And if the laws take away your guns then you never deserved them in the first place. All the laws being proposed take guns from people who are unfit.
But I hunt?? Then hunt. Get a license, pass a background check, and get tags to shoot the animal you want. That will remain legal. If you don’t then I hope the game warden takes you to jail. You can’t hunt with the guns they use to mass shoot because you will obliterate the animal with bullets.
But only people with guns can stop a shooter so we should arm everyone. That’s fucking stupid. Multiple military and police trained weapon experts say that it’s extremely difficult to do anything in a mass shooting situation. The most decorated shooter in US military history was shot on a gun range holding a gun. This isn’t halo games.
But the second amendment?? They also said you could own people and raped their slaves. Fuck ‘em. Plus again, you can own a gun if you go through the correct steps and if you don’t pass them then you don’t deserve the privilege. If you can’t follow the rules of the road then you can’t drive. This should be the same.
What I propose is
stricter background checks including mental health and social media. Many shooters literally put online their plan and then bought the weapons or had homicidal tendencies documented.
Mental health screening before weapon purchase. Literally a paper questionnaire would screen out many people with questionable motives.
License to own weapon required on all guns and the more deadly classes require even more licensing that require education to own. Some weapons shouldn’t be owned by civilians.
The classes have to be comprehensive on gun safety, the laws around gun ownership, and what happens to the human body when shot. They need to know exactly what happens when they shoot someone.
Limit the number of guns people can buy in a time period and ever. The stat on gun ownership is heavily skewed to look like a majority of Americans own guns but really there are people who own whole arsenals.
Waiting periods of at least a week so no one can buy a gun in a fit of rage and kill people with it.
No weapon ownership for people who have committed any violent crime ever. Domestic violence for instance.
Remove weapons from people convicted of violent crimes.
License each weapon and when it changes owners. If the gun if sold or destroyed, have paperwork on it.
Require proof in the form of a safe or gun lock that they will use for their weapons.
Convict people who leave firearms out where others can get them and tragedy happens. If there was a near tragedy, fine then steeply based on income and then use that money for public schools.
No more selling guns online and in pawn shops unless they can comply to license and background check laws strictly.
Have a gun buy back program and no question asked gun drop offs where people can get rid of guns they don’t want.
Practiced coloring differently. Bloody Hajime and Kazuichi based on the anime and spoilers below.
I might of messed up with Kazuichi’s blood splatter but hopefully it doesn’t look too bad.
I could barely find any good refferences of Kazuichi as a remnant of despair that isn’t fanmade. I liked the black suit more but a gif of him seems like he is wearing the yellow jumper. ~w~’ I’m assuming the giant wrench is a fan idea as I cannot find a refference of it myself unless I missed it. 9-9’? It is still a nice weapon to give Kazuichi so I’m cool with it ^-^
Practiced coloring differently. Bloody Hajime and Kazuichi based on the anime and spoilers below.
I might of messed up with Kazuichi’s blood splatter but hopefully it doesn’t look too bad.
I could barely find any good refferences of Kazuichi as a remnant of despair that isn’t fanmade. I liked the black suit more but a gif of him seems like he is wearing the yellow jumper. ~w~’ I’m assuming the giant wrench is a fan idea as I cannot find a refference of it myself unless I missed it. 9-9’? It is still a nice weapon to give Kazuichi so I’m cool with it ^-^
I am absolutely begging non-Jews to stop framing the Holocaust as a “more respected” tragedy in comparison to other genocides and atrocities. There seems to be a general belief amongst non-Jews that everyone knows a lot about the Holocaust and is respectful of it. In reality multiple studies have shown that this is not the case. The general public in many places (yes including America) know little about the Holocaust and a shocking number hold antisemitic beliefs about it. Personally in America the education I received on it went only so far as to paint America as a heroic nation while glossing over its own rampant antisemitism including its refusal of Jewish refugees all while showing me graphic images of dead and tortured Jewish people.
I think it’s also important to acknowledge that a lot of meaningful awareness, documentation, etc. of the Holocaust has been fueled by Jewish people in spite of how society has treated our history and not because of it. Nations have minimized their involvement, history has been avoided, justice has often been denied us. We, like every other marginalized group who’s faced similar atrocities, have had to fight to keep our history alive when oppressive systems have done their best to erase it. To believe otherwise is to minimize the effects of both past and present antisemitism on the treatment of our voices.
I also often see non-Jews say things like “well [x] insensitive thing would never be said/believed if it was about the Holocaust” and every time it’s something I absolutely have heard said/believed about the Holocaust. I have had people defend their nazi soldier grandparents to me, been casually told the Holocaust was for the best, met my fair share of Holocaust deniers. Not to mention the general insensitive misconceptions I regularly hear tossed about.
All this to say that y’all need to stop treating Jewish people like some OppressedLite™️ group. Stop talking about antisemitism in the past tense and talking about our history in a way that erases our continuing struggles to keep it alive. Don’t bring us up as a coddled minority. It’ not only inaccurate but fucking dangerous for us when you completely ignore the oppression we’re still facing.
*slams fist on the table* WHY do we never talk about Darla and Drusilla’s significant influence and, more importantly, WHY does the show place more emphasis on the Angel and Spike?
There is more research by the Watcher’s Council done on Angel/Spike’s terrifying past deeds, while Drusilla remains mysterious, and Darla is not really discussed at all?
Angelus is set up to be like the ultimate evil, while really he is just like any other man who thinks himself all that. He, what, kills some goldfish? Talks about how clever he is and how much he can get into other people’s heads? He takes pride in ruining some random girl’s life? Spends his free time retouching his eyeliner and practicing his evil laugh? Ooh, how scary.
Meanwhile, Darla is almost twice the age Angelus is, is the only woman who has power over him, and is described as Holtz as being more psychologically damaging than others. She really knows how to punch where it hurts, and is pretty crafty and manipulative.
As for Spike, it’s considered a pretty big deal that he killed two slayers. I don’t really know why though, according to HIM every slayer has a death wish anyway so they really shouldn’t be too hard to kill. And taking almost a hundred years just to kill two? Not really impressive. And what else did he do? Oh, right, tortured some people for making fun of his poetry, or something like that.
Meanwhile, his girlfriend is one of the very few who is psychic AND has the thrall. And why don’t we ever talk about how she, too, killed a slayer, and pretty damn easily too might I add? Call it poor writing but it says something that Spike spent all his free time hunting two slayers, while Dru walks into a room, casually kills one, and strides off like it’s nothing (she doesn’t brag about it either).
Not to mention that Darla and Drusilla made Angelus and Spike the men they are today.
…
so what I’m trying to say is that Darla and Drusilla should have been given much more focus than Angel or Spike and that men are really boring.
“There’s this love story between Spike and Dru that is very sweet,” she (Juliet) explains. “It gets kinky as well, but it’s sweet. That balances out the evil that we do.”
Balance isn’t a word that suits Drusilla at all. When we first see her in Buffy’s second season she is sickly and weak and Spike has brought her to Sunnydale with hopes of making ‘all better’. Juliet plays the part in flowing glowns and with roving eyes as she teases dead birds and ties up her dolls.
“There is an element of what I call ‘touched’. Angel was obsessed with her, you see, so he killed her family and tortured her ruthlessly driving her to a convent for refuse. On the night she was to take her vows, he made her into a vampire. Now she has a sort of neurosis where she thinks of the daisies dying or her hair falling out. Spike rescues her from those moments.”
He does indeed. As evil as the couple may be, viewers are drawn into the deep love they have for each other. It is this ‘human’ side that makes them watchable week after week. They dance, they kiss, they play and yes, they do snack on a teenager now and again, but you can’t hold that against them. “When Spike and Dru are together we’re sort of gentle and sexual and it’s fun. Sometimes when you play a villain it’s very one-dimensional but with Dru I have a lot of other colours as well.”
-Interview with Juliet Landau by Cythia Boris, for Cult Times, circa1998ish.
- Remus is an assassin while his fiancé Virgil runs a small shop that sells the items that belonged to Remus’ victims.
- For any tatttered clothings, Virgil is pretty good at tailoring, making them look brand new. He is also adept to getting blood stains out.
- To make his lover feel special, Remus will cut off the hands of his targets and allow Virgil to preserve them or use them to display rings and other jewellery. It works out well since his clients usually like to see proof that he did indeed kill their target.
-Near the beginning of the shops opening, a lady came into Virgil’s shop multiple times and screamed at him for the darker decor until Virgil had a panic attack. That was the catalyst for Remus becoming an assassin as he found his love of murder when he killed her and gifted Virgil the necklace she wore.
Last night I dreamt that the new episode was out and Virgil, Logan and Janus were all on this couch talking through their issues (mainly Virgil and Janus as Logan acted as the mediator).
It was a cool dream but as I was watching it there was a murder or something going on in the town so, unfortunately I got a little distracted with that but the scenes were great.
The one I remember the most was Virgil jumping down from the ceiling, tossing Janus into the air. It was a wild time.
As a bisexual person, the fact that abortion advocates are now trying to equate pride with killing babies is barbaric. You can’t say love is important and then kill human beings. You can’t say you are progressive and kill human beings.
Bi trans guy here. This is so fucking disgusting I don’t know what to say. I want so badly to have children of my own, and the fact that this is being celebrated… God.
Also PLEASE do not skip past how she ended up pregnant with five children.
IVF.
Likely more than five embryos were created. Some may still be in cold storage, forgotten by a mother who got the children she wanted and doesn’t need them anymore.
It’s also possible that more than five were implanted, but only five survived that initial process.
These two women intentionally embarked on a process where they knew they would be intentionally creating more children than they wanted to bring to term, with the expectation that any “extra children” would sit in storage indefinitely, be thrown away, or be “donated” for research where scientists would pull them apart for their DNA or their stem cells.
The surprise wasn’t that she was pregnant with five. The surprise was that four babies survived who were expected to die in the process of implantation. So two were killed, and two of the “extras” were spared.
IVF is an unethical process that leads to death, destruction, heartbreak, and often financial hardship.
If you did IVF in the past and still have embryos in storage, please consider reaching out to Nightlight Christian Adoptions and placing those children with an adoptive family through the Snowflake Adoptions program. Don’t leave your children waiting in a freezer.
If you are struggling with infertility, please don’t choose IVF. If you are in the United States, go to FertilityCare.org to find a provider near you who will help address the root causes of infertility in a natural, safe, ethical way. If that’s not an option and you really want a child, please consider adopting instead.
In fact, if you have been told you’re a candidate for IVF, you may also be a candidate for adopting an embryo! Instead of creating more embryos to sit in storage, help one of those who have already been created have a chance to be born.
Selective reduction is horrifying, but it’s a symptom of the tragedy of IVF, which itself is a symptom of a society that treats children as property who can be created, bought, sold, and destroyed at will.
I had never heard of this snowflake adoption process and was immediately intrigued since i am a single woman and desperately want to adopt but can in no way afford $20k+ to adopt a child. I’ve been told that i have PCOS so this would be a great option for me.
Well it turns out that it costs $9k+ which should break down to
$3k drugs to assist receptivity but not increase ovary fertility + thawed eggs and implantation service
$1500 to try to match prospective parent with up to three different donor couples…who can choose to reject you even though it’s meant to be 100% anonymous (an additional $500 an application thereafter)
$500 initial application fee
$4k for ?… social service interviews and home visits? And of course they can permanently reject you from consideration anywhere along the process up to implantation appointment
Zero mention of whether single women or same sex couples are eligible. Though you are allowed to use a surrogate to carry the adopted embryo.
Seriously? This reads like an attempt to pocket cash without actually homing embryos or providing a service. It sounds like a scam with government approval. The embryos were donated to them free of charge and they’re making a profit of 50% overhead (as if those other services were provided at cost)? Sounds totally legit.
Why is adoption only permissible for the elites? Just another example of blatant policies that are discriminatory towards the poor and helpless. I wish i could afford to spend $40k, 60k, etc., on some siblings from anywhere in the world that are in desperate need of parents, and to home and raise them, but this seems unlikely when U.S. policy seems hell bent on keeping people like me forcibly relegated to the lower class. I was raised middle class, the lower middle class, but the point stands. The elitists just want to control everything and don’t care who they walk on along the way.
^ exactly, I’ve been meaning to make a post on this. Adoption, whether of a born child or an embryo, is so overcharged and the agency gets all the profit. It’s a total scam and a way to profit off of tragedy.
If you are interested in more affordable options, beginning with foster care usually doesn’t cost as much but it takes a huge emotional toll. There are also some charities that raise money to help people with fertility treatments and probably embryo adoption, I just don’t remember them off the top of my head.
And it’s totally a way to keep “poor” poor away from having babies. We’ve seen how abortion targets impoverished communities, now they don’t want anyone besides rich people to adopt. Which is ridiculous because most of the terrible parents I’ve met have actually been rich people.
TLDR: giving a child a loving home should be affordable and accessible.
fun alternative: cruise ships. cruise ships exploit workers and can pollute as much as a million cars on a daily basis while dumping endless shit into the ocean and endangering all passengers on board because the on board air quality rivals some of the most polluted cities in the world while being a breeding ground for disease. cruise ships deserve to have negativity associated with them
also all crimes commited aboard a cruise ship is under the juristiction of whichever country they’re registered to once they’re a certain distance away from land so you have the added bonus of the crimes being very unlikely to be properly investigated (due to usually being physically so very far from the actual police whose juristiction they’re under)
terrifying!
On top of THAT cruise ships tend to have their own morgue, as people tend to die on ships all the time. Good for those spooky scenes.
plus u can just like…leave a hospital. good luck escaping a killer or a monster or a curse or w/e in the middle of the fucking ocean
As an ex cruise ship employee, let me give you some stuff to work with!
Water tight doors! You get a special training video on interacting with these correctly because they will literally cut you in half if you try and go through them while they’re closing!
Freezer vaults for food in the sub decks - you can only get into these with the correct code and they have very thick walls. Good luck if you get shut in one of these just after the last round of checks bucko
There are cameras everywhere…except in the crew cabin corridors. Also there are no windows down there because unless you’re an officer, you live below the waterline. Day and night have no meaning because everything is in the same slightly unsettling yellow light.
Don’t piss off the guys who deal with the rubbish. They have machines down there that can crush metal barrels
As well as morgues, cruise ships usually have one basic operating theatre with all the attendant horrifying equipment in it
One cigarette thrown carelessly in the wrong place WILL start a fire that will gut half the ship.
When we’re pitching side to side, the anchor swings out and then back in, striking the metal outer shell with a noise that shakes half the ship
People disappear overboard more often than you’d really want to be a thing
A lot of cruise ships now have theatres on board (usually towards the front) with all the potential for dark corners, creepy costumes and electrical calamities you could want.
And as op says, you can’t really escape a ship in the middle of the ocean. Particularly during a storm, as then you can’t even evacuate to lifeboats unless the whole ship is going down. On the upside being on board during a storm means most guests hide in their cabins and the staff walk around like drunks, which would likely throw off a skilled murderer’s plans.
Takes notes
You also have the bonus of a corporate overlord who doesn’t give a shit about anything but profits and can be reliably counted on to downplay any disaster in an attempt to avoid publicity.
Gif 1: Flashback to ten years before the beginning of the show in the junkyard, season 1 episode 6. Teen Isobel is sitting with one hand raised, having just eaten a french fry. She is looking at Michael (off screen) in surprise and shock, she looks taken aback. The text reads “he took a flower in its prime”.
Gif 2: Flachback to ten years before the beginning of the show in a cave, season 1 episode 10. Isobel (who is possessed by Noah) is gripping Rosa tightly, her left hand over Rosa’s mouth. Her fingers glow red, and as the light intensifies Rosa looks more afraid. Isobel’s mouth is open and her brown furrowed as though she is expending effort. The text reads “and then he used it”.
Gif 3: Inside the mindscape at the gala on the dancefloor, season 1 episode 11. Isobel is standing, clearly terrified and unable to move. Noah is behind her, leaning over her shoulder and whispering in her ear; sinister and obviously in control. The text reads “and he abused it”.
Gif 4: Outside in the desert at night, season 1 episode 13. Overhead shot of Noah lying dead on the ground, his shirt open to show marks where he was struck by Max’s lighting. It is raining. The text reads “it was a murder, but not a crime”.
Literally the funniest thing how many people that reblog John stuff from me are like I WANT TO KILL ALL MEN I HATE MENNNN then why do you like John lol go stan Jane curtin
Premise: Plum Kettle, ghostwriter for a teen magazine in NYC, is just waiting to have weight-loss surgery so her “real life” can begin. In the meantime, she’s meek and practically reclusive. Then a strange young woman points her to a group of unconventional women who encourage her to live her life a different way. At the same time, a shadowy organization, identified only as “Jennifer,” starts violently striking back at sexism in society.
Thoughts: When this novel is focused on Plum’s struggles as an unusually large woman in a fatphobic society and her journey to self-acceptance, it’s on pretty solid ground. Plum does little for her current self; her days consist of working a job she dislikes, eating tasteless food, secluding herself in her apartment, and ordering clothes for her future “thin self.” It’s exciting to follow her as she comes to accept that she deserves nice clothes, good food, recognition from others, and dreams now, no matter what size she is. Unfortunately, the novel has grander ambitions that it can’t fulfill. Its attempts to address sexism as a whole often come across as juvenile at best, and horribly offensive at worst.
Take, for example, Plum’s shifting attitude towards the advice column she ghostwrites for. At the beginning of the story, she’s offering empathetic, practical advice to a teen girl with an abusive home life. Towards the end, she answers another letter, from an eighteen-year-old woman who has graduated from college and is trying to decide between using her savings to go to Italy to study art or using them to pay for breast implants. Plum answers with a Sliding Doors-style reverie about what would happen in each scenario. If this young woman decides to study art in Italy, she’ll have many interesting experiences and grow as a person. If she gets breast implants, she’ll become a vapid party girl who eventually settles for a brief dental hygienist career, followed by an unfulfilling marriage to an old, unattractive, and eventually unfaithful dentist. I mean…I agree that it’s sad and infuriating that so many women feel pressured to change their appearances to the point of seeking painful, even potentially fatal surgery! I’m just not sure that “getting breast implants will automatically turn you into a bimbo and drain all meaning from your life” is actually a feminist message. I’ve read eerily similar passages from the POVs of fictional “nice guys” who are upset that their high school crush went to the prom with the quarterback instead of them. Whatever, someday Bryan will be a super-rich computer scientist with several model girlfriends and Ashley will be a dumpy mom driving her four kids around in a minivan while Jake (balding) works at his dad’s car dealership. Wait…is “Sk8r Boi” feminist?
And it gets worse! The organization known as “Jennifer” targets various men–rapists, porn moguls, etc.–but it also straight-up murders women. The most prominent victims are a porn actress (grotesquely portrayed as a CSA survivor who’s had so much on-camera sex that she had to get her vagina replaced) and the girlfriend of a Joe Francis type who publicly refuses to comply with Jennifer’s demands that she not sleep with him. You know how, during and shortly after wartime, people will sometimes publicly strip, beat, shave, and otherwise humiliate women who have slept with the enemy? You’ll be glad to know that this is actually feminist…as is Jack the Ripper. Muslims are broadly singled out as backwards misogynists who speak a “nonsense language” (for views that fundamentalist Christians also hold, but you don’t hear about them). I don’t know if Walker is a TERF; there’s a passage where Plum muses about her uterus, but a woman can have feelings about her uterus without it being a statement on all women or all uteri. However, the book is obviously SWERF-y, racist, and absolutely brutal to any woman who doesn’t toe the party line, so I don’t like those odds.
Hot Goodreads Take: “Hip-hop is singled out as the most misogynist genre,” points out one reader. I knew I forgot something!
I don’t know what to say that hasn’t already been said, another Palestinian has been murdered by the occupation, and one known by so many of us as a journalist on Al Jazeera - Shireen Abu Aqla cannot be forgotten, may she rest
AMONG US SONGS Please feel free to change pronouns in your asks as necessary!
SHOW YOURSELF // CG5 ❝Everybody watch out.❞ / ❝Look around your shoulder.❞ ❝Someone’s here to turn this night around.❞ ❝I don’t want to be carried away in a hearse.❞ ❝I wish I knew how I might die.❞ ❝You’re a sneaky little impostor, aren’t you?❞ ❝Maybe you’re just messing with us, aren’t you?❞ ❝But you’re among us.❞ / ❝I can feel it in my bones.❞ ❝So why don’t you show yourself?❞ / ❝You’re among us, so show yourself.❞ ❝They’re listening in to everything we’re discussing.❞ ❝No one is safe.❞/ ❝We’ve got to keep on breathing.❞ ❝The actor’s here.❞ / ❝The actor’s playing the part.❞ ❝Not a single one of us wants to die here.❞ ❝I think we’re done with this charade.❞ ❝Why don’t you come out?❞ ❝Please stop playing with our brains.❞
IMPOSTOR IMPERCEPTIBLE // NERDOUT ❝I’m definitely not an impostor.❞ ❝If I was, then I wouldn’t be one ‘cause I’m not one.❞ ❝Even if I was then I wouldn’t say I’m not one, ‘cause I’m not.❞ ❝It’s impossible, implausible.❞ ❝I’m an impostor impostor - obviously, I’m not an impostor.❞ ❝Any evidence against me far from valid.❞ ❝I’d never snap your neck or stab your back.❞ ❝An impostor’s a role I could never fulfill.❞ ❝Tragic, but let’s not linger.❞ ❝Definitely wasn’t me.❞ / ❝Wanna point fingers?❞ ❝Somewhere within these walls, a villain does exist.❞ ❝When you breathe, you hear it.❞ / ❝When you sleep, you feel it.❞ ❝It is impending doom and yet it may be you.❞ ❝Hey, why you following me?❞ / ❝’cause you might be the killer.❞ ❝Just do your tasks - wait, they’re probably killing.❞
EMERGENCY MEETING // RANDOM ENCOUNTERS ❝Someone in our midst is a fiendish traitor.❞ ❝Radios were dead in communications.❞ ❝This is inviting a conspiracy for sure!❞ ❝What if the killer’s lurking in our crew?❞ ❝What are you hiding?❞ / ❝Perhaps you’re the saboteur.❞ ❝We caught you, you impostor.❞ ❝You thought you could foster mistrust within our roster.❞ ❝It won’t save you now.❞ / ❝Who will save us now?❞ ❝Paranoia’s all that you’ve been promoting.❞ ❝I think I saw her crawling down the vent.❞ ❝This is all slander.❞ / ❝The impostor’s been unmasked.❞ ❝Spare us your lies.❞ / ❝No use making me sound like a liar.❞ ❝Your phony disguise cannot hide your true intent.❞ ❝How was I so blind to your deceptions?❞ ❝Pretty strong words for a fake.❞ ❝You’re the one behind this whole insurrection.❞ ❝No matter how you posture, I know you’re an impostor.❞ ❝Deception has undone us.❞ ❝What has this madness brung us?❞
ACT SO SUS // SHAWN CHRISTMAS ❝I can sense you’re scheming.❞ / ❝Your words so misleading.❞ ❝Death waits for those who stand alone.❞ ❝You can try to run and hide.❞ ❝The killer hears your pulse amplified.❞ ❝Don’t look my way.❞ / ❝It couldn’t be me.❞ ❝Keep talking - give yourself away completely.❞ ❝I don’t know who I can trust.❞ ❝All my friends are thirsty for blood.❞ ❝An impostor walks among us.❞ ❝Why do you act so sus?❞ ❝We found yet another body bleeding.❞ ❝Your teeth are sharper than the tongue that spreads all your lies.❞ ❝Your words tell me who I should avoid.❞ ❝Vote you the liar.❞ / ❝See through the lies.❞
SPACE INVADER // CONNOR QUEST ❝Need trust though you never see a person’s face.❞ ❝Someone here’s got a nasty truth.❞ ❝I haven’t thought: who’s the assimilated astronaut?❞ ❝Siren blares with an awful anthem.❞ ❝Now that it’s just us two, I don’t need to play nice.❞ ❝Thought I was your old bud, but things are never what they seem.❞ ❝When this vessel docks, I’m afraid only the dead’s arriving.❞
ALWAYS LOSE CONTROL // DHEUSTA ❝I never lived in a crew so heartless.❞ ❝I never lived from the lonely darkness.❞ ❝I wake up and haunt, never to lay my anger to rest.❞ ❝I take what I want.❞ / ❝I always fake what I want.❞ ❝I take what I want, never fight the role.❞ ❝Gonna let go of the feelings I can’t define.❞ ❝I’ve always lived to comply with noone.❞ ❝I’ve always lived to kill and run.❞ ❝I follow you near, not too distant to hear.❞ ❝You don’t know what’ll last.❞ ❝I never lived from the heartache.❞
LIES // ROCKIT GAMING & DAN BULL ❝You question what I have done.❞ ❝I see who you really are.❞ ❝Word is there’s someone among us.❞ ❝Is it you?❞ / ❝Is it me?❞ ❝We can’t ever agree.❞ ❝You’re a madman with a bad plan.❞ ❝That’s what impostors would say to make the truth go away.❞ ❝Who’s the killer?❞ / ❝I’m the killer!❞ ❝Tell me lies.❞ / ❝Who’s been telling all these lies?❞ ❝Sound the alarm, we found another one.❞ ❝A ghost and half a body might be what we all become.❞ ❝Let’s discuss who we think is among us - who not to trust.❞ ❝We’ve got some clues to build off of, it’s enough to find the impostor.❞ ❝If we all accuse the wrong guy, we’ll need a good doctor.❞ ❝The guilty are laughing.❞ ❝We’ll see through their cracks and disguise.❞ ❝Given any reason to kill, they’ll take the privilege.❞ ❝Are we deceitful, misleading or evil?❞ ❝If I did it, would I be dumb enough to be admitting it?❞ ❝Nothing suspicious, got rid of it.❞ ❝Can’t trust you now.❞
THE AMONG US RAP BATTLE // NERDOUT ❝Gotta be careful, that was a close one.❞ ❝Thought she saw me go in the vent.❞ ❝They’re so dumb and so innocent.❞ ❝I saw the whole thing on the camera.❞ ❝I’m always watching the hallways.❞ ❝I’ll be watching these monitors all day.❞ ❝There’s a killer on the floor.❞ ❝Who could be the one we’re looking for?❞ ❝The impostor could be around any corner.❞ ❝Faking these tasks is really an art.❞ / ❝I never get caught.❞
