Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.
Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.
OMG. YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN SO KIND TO ME AT THE COMMENTS ASDFGHKL. Anyways~ Back to the point! This part 2 took me awhile! ^^”, I don’t really have much complete plot line for this story so yeah. And if you’re wondering, isn’t Gotham actually New York? Well, I knew that and this are two alternate universe conjoined to each other so mind as well say Gotham is different city in this reader insert, also Gotham isn’t really a popular city in this AU so yeah. Enjoy reading!
It was a long ride to New York and you were awakened around the afternoon to find the owner of the bus tapping you.
“Miss, this is the last stop.”
You groaned and hoisted, nodding at the old man and resumed on walking out of the bus. The city of New York was eventful, and you couldn’t help but gawk at how optimistic the people are here. In Gotham, people feared for their lives but here you could see children moving around freely, stands that aren’t broken and everything that is the opposite of Gotham.
You separated the hood that was covering your face off. People here don’t really know much about Gotham so why bother cover up like some paparazzi would start taking picture of you. The rumbling of your stomach disturbed your fantasy, and you started to find some restaurant or whatever eatery that could provide you food for your hunger. Your luck remained beside for you as you found a hotdog stand in a distant. You paid for the hotdog that was on a stick with ketchup that accessorized it. You sat on a bench that was shaded by a tree and started to eat the food. While eating you brought out your cellphone.
And to your fear he texted you.
“Shit, now he would start find me. Better keep a low profile now,” you winced at the thought. You always loved attention and just having a low profile is hard for the formal serial killer. You threw the phone at the earth and started stomping on it, which made some civilians gaze at you with oddness. You just wanted to stare back at the people and threat but you reminded yourself that you’re trying a new life as a rational person once again.
“There, no tracing me.” You muttered but then you grasped at the reality. “Fuck, now I don’t have a phone…”
You heaved a sigh and clutched your bag and roamed around for a while, trying to find a cheap hotel before you get a job. But then life teases you so much as you made another turn and saw a Mall with an Apple Shop. You smirked, “Maybe stealing for a second wouldn’t hurt.”
Dragging the hood and is now covering your face, you arrived at the mall in silence. You passed the security with a little trick that Jerome taught you once, just thinking about that name made you wince. As you passed, the guards nod and you’re now almost free to steal hundreds of things in this mall but an IPhone is the only thing you needed for now. Maybe a MacBook too, it was a good decision so you included it at the list to steal in your head.
You entered the shop, and examined for any security cameras. “Of course there would be,” you murmured as you sighted three.
You then went to a laptop, which was not occupied and sneakingly hacked the system and deactivated the cameras one by one. Now your next plan, which you weren’t proud, had, consist of aiming a pistol towards the cashier.
“I need a phone dear, the latest one. And if you don’t hand it over to me I’ll—” you shot one person at the head that was trying to escape. “Do that to you,” you spoke. Aiming once again to the cashier. “Y-yes sir!” she complied and proceeded to give you an IPhone, “Also give me one of the MacBook Air.” The cashier once again nodded and gave you the bag of the laptop. You proceeded to put the box to your backpack but then heard the girl calling 911. You rolled your eyes then shot her but then you heard the speakers of the mall alarming people.
You took your time but then you heard someone behind you. “Whoa man, stop right there.”
Turning back you saw a man dressed up in a spider suit which was odd because spiders couldn’t possible have red and blue color at the same time, right?
“The fuck is this, child’s play?” you thought out loud. “I wouldn’t think of that if I were you sir.” He then proceeded to shoot some web trying to get the gun but you managed to toss it and catch it with your other hand, you were completely surprised. People in New York have supernatural abilities? This will probably be harder than you thought it would be. You then shot the glass wall and dived in and continued on running, gripping the two bags tightly. The spider boy continued to chase you, you tried to lose him but he was too fast. You started to climb a ladder of a building. You were really talented on gymnastics and parkour because of your job in the circus with Jerome.
When you were now at the rooftop spider boy was there, stretching.
“Mister you need to give that back!” you could almost imagine him beaming in triumph. You grumbled then sprint towards him, which made him, shock for a moment but then recovered back, you proceeded to engage a fight with him. You swing some punches to him and tried to kick him, which he kept dodging. Unfortunately, he was too quick and when you avoided one of his fists your hood fell and revealed your ponytailed/hair.
“Y-You’re a girl?!” he gasped but then you managed to kick him on the chest and made a run for it. But when you were about to jump off the building and land to another one with such a great distance. Spider boy achieved to fire some webs on your leg when you jumped and tugged you towards him and proceeded to shoot some webs on all of your limbs, straining you. Preventing you to flee. You wriggled frustration is getting you.
“LET ME GO YOU FUCKING HERO WANNA BE SPIDER!”
“W-whoa! Calm down ma’am.” He brought out both of his hand and raised it beside him in a mocking manner. “If you didn’t stole, you wouldn’t been in this situation.”
The man in spider suit advanced picked the bag and the other bag, which has the laptop in it, hopefully it didn’t broke “Let me just get this and call the police—“
“JEROME! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”
The man stared at you as you started to cry and shout he was confused on why you were acting like that. A trick? No, it seems genuine.
The cops dragged you at the station while you were crying and freaking out. “Madam, that man is a psychopath. He could never love you, he brought you in this situation and you chose to believe him and now this is the punishment.”
“No… J loves me he loves me! He wouldn’t leave me in this son of a bitch jail…. JEROME!” you said, struggling. Some of your faith was vanished when the police said those words. No, he couldn’t possibly abandon you here. Isolated. Few ticks ago, you and Jerome slaughtered most of the children and some parents in a birthday party. One of the neighbors overheard it and called the police leaving you unalert but Jerome knew this. So when you started to blow a punch on one of the children on the face, Jerome said that he would be back with a surprise. This is the second time both of you had a murder spree, so you could call yourself novice. You nodded, grinning at him and heard the door shut. You continued on punching, stomping, having the time of your life and releasing all of the stress that was buckled up inside you.
You heard someone unlocked the door and you turned back smiling, “Jerome! This is fun!”
But it wasn’t Jerome you saw. It was three cops raising their guns at you. Now, you could easily escape this now but you weren’t witty back then. And that lead to the condition you were, in a cold prison. How did you get out? An acquaintance of Jerome and you from the circus helped you abscond. It was successful but when she said that you shouldn’t do it again and that Jerome is a bad deal you didn’t consider her advice. The next day you went to the circus to find Jerome with a brunette playing some games.
“Mr. J!” you called out, they both turned around. The girl was angelic looking but had an aura around her that you didn’t like, when you glanced at Jerome. You swore he looked disappointed but rapidly covered it up. “Oh hey (Y/N)!” No sweet calls, no welcome back. As if he didn’t care you getting sealed up in the dungeon of a jail for five months, no hugs, no anything. Your heart stopped; this was the first time your heart broke due to love. “Who’s she?” the girl inquired Jerome.
“She’s a close friend of mine, hun.” You stared at him, eyes like saucer. “Please excuse us for a moment.”
You were about to speak up for yourself when he held your hand and dragged you in a well dim place. He looked at you, smiled. “I’m happy you’re out darling.” This gave you hope, a small smile managed to creep on to your face. “Don’t worry about her, bug. She is just my new play toy, I still love you so much. Now be quiet of our relationship darling, it will ruin the fun.” He whispered and pecked your lips, it was quick which you were disappointed about but at least he gave some of his attention.
After that, he continued to do that same act again. Making you trust him, but smash it, then having an affair with another woman but claims that the female is another toy to him and you’re his soul mate.
“Jerome, don’t leave me…. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass, I’m sorry for disturbing your torture, I’m sorry for asking too many question about the different girls you brought in the house! I just want you to stay Jerome…”
Spiderman looked at you confused but gloomy at the same time. He wondered what happened to your past life that made your life so miserable. He assumed it was this “Jerome” person you were confessing about. He started to believe that you didn’t seem to be a bad person at all. Well being a homicidal person is unhealthy and awful but you seemed just mentally ill and had a hard time on your life. He couldn’t believe it but he is actually convinced that you can be cured. He pondered to whether give you to the police or just probably help you cope up and have a sane life. He felt sympathy. You seemed really afraid of being in jail; all people are but you in different case.
He sighed, “I’m going to regret this.”
“Spiderman!” he heard the cops call out. He then proceeded to slide down the building, landing gracefully on top of the car of the police. “Did you manage to capture the burglar?” the fat police said, while the other police searched for the robber.
“Sorry o-officer…” he gulped. He wasn’t really a good liar; he just hoped they bought it. “The thief escaped. I’m really sorry.”
The policeman sighed, “Well… It happens, not all heroes could do their job perfectly.” He winced, his reputation decreasing.
“Alright, I’ll just go…” he answered back, swinging and jumping back at the building. He saw you passed out, in exhaustion probably.
“Spiderman, helping a criminal. What a news, I just hope I wouldn’t get caught…” He anticipated, detaching his mask. He wiped his sweat and looked at the sunset, then back to you. “What was I thinking?…” Peter walked towards you and kneels down. “Well… Off we go miss criminal, I guess?” he questioned to himself before putting his mask on and picking you up then going back to his and his Aunt May’s apartment. He was just thankful that Aunt May was on a vacation the one and only Tony Stark.
I am everything you are not. We are two points on a map that will never have the pleasure of converging without destroying flat land. But isn’t it wonderful? How life still flourishes in valleys and on mountain peaks? Isn’t it worth trying then, knowing that the sun and the moon are divergent bodies that want each other enough to occupy the same solar system? If nature doesn’t obey itself, doesn’t fit into each of its own realms like rings, if it still thrives in contradiction with itself, then don’t we get that chance too?
Anon Request: KBTBB guys find out MC has killed a man before in self defense
Slight Trigger warning: Unsuccessful sexual assault and death
Turn and flee, boys.
It was the first time you accompanied him to the shooting range. You had always quietly declined going, but he had insisted on teaching you how to shoot, and you finally submitted.
“Shoot when you’re ready.” He says, and puts a hand on your shoulder to help you with recoil.
The curve of your hand closes with ease around the safety button at the handle of the pistol, and you narrow one eye slightly, focusing on the dot. Your finger squeezes the trigger easily and you pierce the paper target man between the eyes. You let fly another four rounds, and slowly open your left eye to see the closely grouped holes.
“You shoot well. You’re quite a natural.”
Soryu notices your frown.
“What’s wrong, ________?” Your boyfriend’s fretful gaze fixes on you, searching your face. “Do you not like shooting?”
You shake your head, not wanting to answer as you pull away from him, grab the pistol again, and fire more shots randomly into the paper target. The scent of combustion fills the air and images flash before your mind. You scream and drop the pistol.
“_________!” Soryu grabs you as your legs give out and you slide to the floor slowly. You burst out crying and curl into his waiting arms. “What’s wrong?”
You shake your head repeatedly, too terrified to say anything. The gunfire. The sounds. Memories flash before your eyes and you scream again. The range staff were outside the room, frantic, looking in. Soryu shook his head firmly at them and gestured for them to get lost.
He cradles you in his arms.
“You’re safe with me.”
You were shaking.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s alright if you don’t want to.”
“I… I shot someone once.”
Soryu’s grasp on you tightened.
“My grandfather owned a gun. He taught me how to shoot when I was a kid.” You swallow hard and look up at Soryu, whose stunned and hazy eyes told you he was remembering his own heritage. “One day people broke into our house. He hit my grandmother and she fell.” Your fingers clench tighter on Soryu’s jacket. “His companion grabbed grandfather and demanded valuables. I ran away and they heard me. The one… The one who killed my grandmother, he dragged me out from under the bed. I had gotten the gun in my fear. I… I didn’t know any better. I was scared. He had my grandmother’s blood all over him…” You break down sobbing completely, and you feel your boyfriend’s steady hand stroke your hair. “I shot him. And it killed him. I shot him through the face.” The memory glares into your retinas again and you scream, hiding your face against Soryu’s shoulder.
He holds you with a strong grasp, his warm and even breathing being the single source of comfort in your racing heartbeat. You wait in fear, waiting for him to shove you away.
You whimper and cling to him harder.
“It was out of self defense.” You try to clarify.
“I… I didn’t want to kill him.”
You cry, feeling the tears flow freer than they’ve had in a long time as you recall all the terrible guilt following the incident.
“He killed my grandmother.”
“I wanted to kill him but at the same time I should have and I was scared and I didn’t know what to do and I had a gun in my hands-“
Soryu cut you off, pressing your head against his jacket, muffling the words.
“I understand, _________. Relax. It’s been a long time. I believe the court gave you the ruling as well, correct?”
“I was a terrified, traumatized child. Acting out of self-defense. With the wrong thing at the wrong time.” You whisper, the haunting words of the judge still ever-fresh in your mind.
“It wasn’t your fault.” Soryu embraces you tightly. “It’s alright.”
“I thought I’ve gotten over it now.” You murmur against him.
“I’ll help you.” Soryu said kindly, brushing your hair away from where it clung to your tears. “I’ll help you get through it. I promise you, it will be alright.” He takes the pistol from where it had landed beside you, and presses it into your hands. You cringe, and he wraps his large, warm hands around yours. The heat of his palms soothed the iciness of the metal, and you look up into his eyes with tearful gratitude.
“Thank you, Soryu.”
He nodded and kissed you lightly on the forehead before helping you up.
The crunch of leaves was getting closer. You turn around in the dimness, but you were unable to make out any silhouette. Arms suddenly lock around your waist and you scream. He lifts you off your feet and drags you, screeching and kicking, into the back alley. You feel the wind being knocked from your lungs as he slams you down onto the wooden skids, and the sharp sting of your clothes ripped away from you. Struggling was futile as his rough hands run over your skin. Your fingers scrabble on the ground until you found something firm, and you grab it, stabbing him in his lower backside. He gave a horribly twisted roar, and you scream.
Hands grab you and you scream even louder, shrinking away so violently from the touch that you almost topple off the bed. The man beside you pulls you back against him, and you breath in the familiar scent of cologne and cigarettes.
“It’s just a nightmare, kid. It’s alright.” Mamoru rubs the top of your head. “It’s over now.”
Your mind tunes him out, your entire sensory system occupied with the horror of that one moment, the man’s screams ripping through your soul.
“Are you still scared?” Your boyfriend rubs your shoulder blades in an attempt to comfort you. Shaking, you shove his hands away. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He flicks on the bedside lamp and gazes at you in the golden glow.
“He’s dead.” You say quietly to your hands.
“Who’s dead?” Mamoru scratches the back of his head in confusion. He takes your hands. “What’s wrong?”
“I killed him.”
“In your dream?”
“No.” You look up at him and he stiffens at the hollow look in your eyes. “In real life.”
“You killed someone?” He looked surprised, and his grip tightened on your hands. “What happened?”
“I… I stabbed him… With a sharp piece of bamboo… In a back alley.” You stammer out, the cold sweat chilling you to the bone. “Went through his liver.”
Mamoru was trying to stay calm for you. His sweet, endearing girlfriend… killing someone? It just didn’t match up. He patted your hands.
“Want to tell me what happened?”
“He… He was trying to rape me.” You glance at Mamoru, whose eyes darkened a few shades at the sentence. “He had me pinned down in the alley near the furniture maker’s shop… I was trying to get free and… I grabbed some random thing and tried to hit him on the back but I stabbed him.”
“I see.” He rubbed a hand slowly against your arm, the warm friction sending a soothing pulse of comfort to your cold insides. “It’s not your fault.”
“I know it wasn’t…” You whisper. “The judge said so. Everyone said so… But I don’t know… I killed someone.”
“It was an accident, sweetheart.” He murmured gently against you. “It’s been years. Stop beating yourself up over it. He doesn’t deserve that.”
You cry and tremble in his arms, letting Mamoru’s tender words drown out the haunting echoes. His hands stroked your back, in a perfect rhythm that made your pounding heart relax and slow.
“A little.” You admit, and he offers a reassuring smile.
“You’ll be okay.” Mamoru nudges you to lie down, and arranges the pillow under your head. “Don’t think about it too much, alright?”
You nod slowly, with a look of uncertainty. He touches your face carefully.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m here with you.”
He pulls the blankets up for you and flicks the light off.
You feel the mattress shift as Mamoru lies back down, and shuffles across the small space between the two of you to press his body against yours. His arm drapes around your waist and you snuggle against him.
He presses a kiss to your ear.
“Relax, kid. Have some sleep.” His arm gave you a squeeze. “I’m right here with ya.”
He was sitting in front of the table, making markings on a large piece of canvas that he would later be mounting on a frame and painting. You join him with a smile, offering help, and he grins at you.
“Koro, can your paws manage an industry knife?”
The color drains from your face as he passes you the yellow industrial tool, the silver blade within it catching the light and glaring at you. A sudden reaction in your mind make you fling it away from you, and it bounces off the table and hits the floor with a clatter.
The same clatter rings in your ears and you cringe in the chair. You leapt from your seat and raced down the hall to suffocate your memories in your pillow. You heard your boyfriend’s running steps as he chased after you.
He sits down beside you and pries you from the pillow.
“Can my Koro not handle a knife?” He asks, in joking vocabulary to lighten the tone and not scare you, but his eyes were serious.
You shook in his arms and bit your lip, unable to reply.
“_________. Can you talk to me?”
Your eyes watered, and tears spilled down your cheeks.
“_________! What’s wrong?”
Ota lets you sit in his lap and lean your head against his shoulder. You cry silently against him for a while, and he patiently wipes your tears with his sleeve.
“I… I don’t like knives.”
“But you cook.”
“I don’t… like those knives.” You spit out quietly.
“Why?” Ota asks, his eyes peering into yours. “Can you please tell me?”
You avoid his gaze.
“I killed someone with one.”
“I killed someone with one of those knives.” Your voice was so low he strained to hear. “He had broken into my house. He hit my father and I didn’t know if he was alive. He struck my mother and I didn’t know if she was still alive either… He came to me and I… I grabbed a knife. We were struggling. I was fourteen; I didn’t really know what I was doing… I… I slipped on the tile and we fell and I broke two ribs upon impact with the counter. In the mess, I cut his neck. Right where the pulse is…” You shake at the recollection, and Ota looks at you in surprise.
“I…” He tried to say something, but the words escaped him.
“I’m so sorry…” You whimper, almost in the form of a plea for mercy. “I didn’t mean it… I passed out and when I woke up I was in the hospital and he was dead and-“
Ota clutches you to him.
You fall silent in a habit of obedience, and let him rub your shoulders reassuringly. You cry softly against his neck and wrap your arms around him.
“I didn’t mean to kill, Ota.”
“I know, _________.”
His body made you calmer, and you press against him harder, wanting him to hold you closer. He does. Ota takes a deep breath.
“I’m a little surprised, to be honest, Koro.”
You sniffle helplessly.
“I’m so sorry.”
“What for? Killing?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to reply.
“It’s not your fault, and that’s all that matters. What’s been done is done.”
Slowly dragging your gaze back to meet Ota’s, you see the sparkle of reassurance and affection in his irises.
“I’ll cut the canvas myself.” He kissed you on the tip of the nose. “You don’t have to think about it. Don’t hurt yourself over it, it’s not a worthy memory.”
You sigh and curl deeper into his embrace. Ota pats your shoulder, and slowly, you feel the tears cease.
You had fallen asleep waiting him to come back to his suite after a long men’s night of drinking he attended to with the rest of the penthouse guys. Baba slipped into the room silently, soundless footsteps gliding around to the bed where you lay. He frowned when he saw the tormented look on your sleeping face, and he peeks over at the book that lay open on the bedside table.
It was your diary, and he saw the left page covered in ink, forming a storm of wild scribbles that dented the page so far it almost ripped through. The right page was covered in twisted, gnarly printing that looked so unlike your usual bubbly font. Worried, Baba picked up the diary and strained to read the words.
‘It’s the fourth time this week. Is it because it’s almost that time of the year again? I’m hardly getting any sleep at all, and I hope Baba hasn’t noticed. I can’t sleep when all I see are his eyes in the darkness, staring at me. I can’t do it. I didn’t mean to kill him, I swear! It was an accident! I know it wasn’t my fault, but the guilt isn’t letting up. It’s been more than a decade, and I still can’t forget it. It’s almost that day again. I don’t know if I can keep going.’
Countless questions fly through his mind as he carefully replaces the diary on the bedside table. Suddenly, you open your eyes and see his figure against the dim light of the room. You scream.
“It’s just me.” He says softly and backs away. Your eyes focus on his face and you relax slowly, like a threatening cat letting its guard back down. “You having nightmares, dear?”
You shake your head quickly, in tiny movements, and look away from him.
Baba approaches you slowly, and sits down facing you. He takes your hands in his and holds them to his cheeks.
“I’m really okay, Baba.” You whisper. For a fleeting moment, your gazes cross, and he reads the stark terror and agony in your eyes.
“Do you want to talk to me about it? I think I know what’s bothering you.”
Your eyes widen fearfully at his words, and his gaze trails away towards the diary.
“You read it?!” You gasp nervously and glare at him with a touch of frustration beneath the discomfort. Tears well up in your eyes at the idea of him learning of such a terrible past.
“Sorry.” Baba kissed your hands tenderly. “I saw the mess and was a little worried.” He wipes your tears with his thumbs. “You need to tell me things like this, _________. I want to share your memories, be they good or bad.”
“Its… not… It wasn’t my intention to kill him.” You mumble, shifting on the bed. “It was an accident… do you believe me?”
“I trust you, dear.”
“I… I was in a bar with my friends… and a really drunk stranger came up to Chieko and started grabbing at her and she tried to tell him to stop. I tried to help her out and he came on to me and got really violent and-“ You take a sharp gasp of air. “He hit me and I fell on the counter. I grabbed a bottle and smashed it on his head and we struggled. Somehow… Somehow it cut his throat and I don’t know… He fell on me and it was all red and-“ You were struggling in Baba’s grasp now, frantically rubbing at the non-existent blood you saw on your hands. He held you tightly and you find your thrashing body wrapped firmly against his broad chest. His familiar, soothing scent washed over you through the rustling of his shirt, and your moments slowly ebb out to a terrified trembling.
He kissed your cheek.
“I’m here with you.”
“Baba… I didn’t mean to.”
“I know.” He offered you a tender smile. “I understand. There was no way you could have prevented it. It’s not your fault.”
“Can you come with me this Sunday?” You whisper. “I always go to the temple to pray on that date.”
He smiled lovingly, kindly, his hands stroking your wet cheeks.
“Of course, my sweet lady. I’ll be right by your side.” He kissed your forehead and lays you back down into the sheets. You cling to Baba’s hand for comfort. Gently sliding his hand out of your stiff clutch, he presses your palm over his heart. “You’ll never have to face these memories alone again. I’ll bear them with you. I promise.”
You peek out from the kitchen as he comes home. You already knew what he wanted to talk about. Slowly, you step into the living room, trembling from head to toe. Eisuke was sitting on the couch with a magazine laid out in front of him.
You sneak a glance at the cover.
‘Eisuke Ichinomiya’s new girlfriend: Cold hearted murderer?!’
His hand grabs yours and pulls you to sit down beside him.
“Eisuke…” You stammer out that much before his hard stare makes you fall silent again.
“Why did you never tell me about this?”
“I… It’s not a topic I can freely approach.” You whisper in the tiniest voice, terrified at his reaction. His face was cool and unreadable as always.
“Well then, elaborate on this chance.”
You shut your eyes, trying to pull away from him.
“Can I not?”
“Elaborate.” He ordered.
His grip tightened painfully on your wrists and you shiver.
“I need to know things about you, ________.”
You shudder and try to phrase your words as the memories drag their terrorizing claws across your heart.
“I… I was walking home when I was still in secondary school… We… We had a project, and it was pretty late. Someone grabbed me and-“
You fall silent, the images flashing before the darkness of your clenched eyelids. One his hand detaches from yours and brushes lightly against your cheek, wiping the tear that had fallen. His touch burned like fire and you were suddenly reminded of the way that man in the alley had struck you. You remember the stars before your eyes as you fell, dazed, and the filthy weight of his body on yours. You remember the pain and fear in your chest as he grabbed at you and you grabbed for a brick.
You remember the way he growled at you, and you flinch. It was almost like the cold night air still prickled on your hips, and your entire body tenses up.
“________!” Eisuke shakes you and your eyelids burst open, blinking in terror until you focus on your boyfriend’s handsome, shocked face.
“I smashed his skull.” You hear a voice say, and you slowly close your mouth, more tears spilling from your eyes.
“So you did.” He scooted closer on the couch and pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest. “He deserved it.”
“He deserved a lot of things, but not to die.” You whisper in guilt and shame. “I… It was an accident.”
Eisuke gave a long sigh against your neck, his breath hot, in stark contrast to the iciness of your memories. You lean your head back on his shoulder and his warm hands move against your body slowly, rubbing your arms and shoulders. The darkness melted away at the bright heat of his touch, and Eisuke kissed your cheek lightly.
“It wasn’t your fault, ________.”
“It’s not your fault.” He shifts you in his arms so you look into his serious eyes. “Don’t blame yourself about it.”
You drop your gaze to your clasped hands. You had gripped them so tightly together that you could hardly feel your fingertips anymore. Eisuke tenderly pried them apart and brought your hands to his lips. His kiss was warm and reassuring.
“I’m sorry it brought you trouble.” You whisper. “I thought it was all over now… it’s been so long…”
“I can go explain to them tomorrow.” You look up to him, trying your best to control the quiver in your uneven voice. You would hate for this to ruin Eisuke’s name, and you wished there was something you could do for him.
“No, _________. It’s fine.”
He looked down at you sternly, and he seems more like the usual Eisuke now.
“I’ll deal with it.” He lifts your chin with two fingers. “Why would I let my woman deal with these troubles?”
You blush a little despite yourself, and Eisuke narrows his eyes affectionately.
“Remember that you’re mine. My woman need not fret her pretty little mind.”
“I’m serious.” He raised an eyebrow at you. He lifted his chin a little and the light upon his face suddenly made him look that much more like a movie hero. “Remember your place. You’re to be protected and loved. By me.”
Hope you liked the read!
Gosh, these seem so much darker than my usual MFW ones.
I like dark.
In the world of corrupt politics as usual: Lobbyists write the laws that benefits corporate America with corrupt politicians and the president are only in office as a rubber stamp approval to help pass these laws. But we won’t hear any of it since corporations also the major tv networks.
Ceres (Possible alien base or our own). Note the rectilinear structures, domes, triangles and the general symmetry in this crater. I am doubtful this is organic. Have a proper look. This is not natures style. Patterns like this come from the sentient who like ORDER. We could be looking at an ancient settlement. As in hundreds of thousands of years old, if not millions.
I don’t know about you but each time I review Gale Crater, I get the distinct feeling that it is almost a temple or the remnants of an ancient grave site because of the objects found there. Take this for example, reminiscent of a sarcophagus, statuary etc. It is not alone. Have a look at the various SOLs. Debris, intelligently designed debris is everywhere. Feels like an archaeological site and yes, I actually do know what I am talking about when it comes to antiquity and ancient spaces. There is much to be found there and NASA knows it.
There are many pyramids on Mars. Are we saying this is natural? Could even be the top of an obelisk buried in millions of years of sand. You cannot put this down to wind erosion, there simply isn’t enough pressure (wind etc).
Yup. We have never been alone. Similar structures are to be found all over our Solar System, which makes one wonder. Exactly what happened, seemingly all at once to END this civilization and yes, I do believe it was one civilization that occupied this solar system. Did they go to war? Are we looking at the aftermath and what is more, are we the descendants?
“If we’re all led to believe that poverty is just a matter of laziness or stupidity or whatever other justifications we can come up with, then we’re not likely to be in a real position to do much about it when it comes to attacking the root cause of the problem. Instead of demanding a more equitable system for the distribution of social and economic goods, we blame the victim. This is insidious, because ideology is something we carry around with us in our heads; it forms the basis of our day-to-day understanding of the world.”
Theater of Justice: Courtrooms Are Violent Stages Where ‘Justice’ Is Rarely Found
Last week, I sketched an evidentiary hearing for a woman named Cecily McMillan.
Two years ago, I’d seen Cecily convulse in handcuffs as the police shut down an Occupy Wall Street protest. Cecily was an organizer. A plain-clothes cop had grabbed her breast from behind, hard enough to leave a bruise shaped like his handprint. Instinctively, she elbowed him. Most women would do the same if a man grabbed them from behind.
The cops beat Cecily till they broke her ribs. As she had a seizure on the pavement, the crowd screamed for the police to call 911. The police just watched.
Two years later, Cecily is charged with assaulting an officer. She faces seven years in prison.
In that fake-wood courtroom in lower Manhattan, the judge told Cecily’s lawyer the fact that her arresting officer had beaten up other people was not relevant to her case. His records would be sealed. Afterward, addressing her supporters, Cecily tried to hide the tremor in her voice.
Courtrooms are a violent theater. The violence happens off-scene: in Rikers Island where a homeless man recently baked to death; in the shackles and beatings and the years far from everything you love. But the courtroom itself is the performative space, the stage where the best story triumphs, and where all parties, except (usually) the defendant, are just playing parts.
Welcome to the future. Humanity has grown exponentially and expanded far beyond the boundaries of Earth, even the Solar System. Humankind occupies a number of different systems and planets, many of which are located in what is known as The Frontier. The Frontier is an adventurous and opportunistic place, just waiting to be used - or exploited.
Man is constantly expanding, growing, revolutionizing, and evolving in all areas of life. A company known as Hammond Robotics, a major defense contractor, aerospace company, and manufacturer, utilized Frontier resources to create Specters, which are humanoid robots, and Titans, large robots used in everything from cargo transport to warfare. Titans have seen widespread adoption and integration into almost all areas of military and civilian life. To operate a Titan, one must become a qualified Titan Pilot with a specialized certification rating. The ratings apply to mostly civilian jobs, such as shipping and construction. The most coveted Pilot certification is the Full Combat Certification. To be obtained, the Pilot must pass extreme physical and mental tests and be able to master both Titan combat and dismounted parkour movement. As such, fully qualified combat Titan Pilot is a rare find.
In time, a once small-time company that specialized in resource extraction known as the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation Rose up and was able to acquire, merge with, and re-brand most of the competition, including Hammond Robotics, and become a ruthless commercial empire. They knew about many of the Frontier worlds having vast quantities of natural resources and were quick to begin taking full advantage of the planets.
Opposing the brutal IMC is the Frontier Militia, a loose confederation of pirates, mercenaries, bandits, and others who band together as “citizen soldiers” when the need arises. Though not always necessary, the Militia insists that direct action against the IMC is the best option.
Eventually, war broke out between the two factions when the Militia had had enough. The war, known as the Titan War, still rages on, slowly engulfing more and more of the Frontier systems one by one. The most recent planet to become engulfed in the flames of warfare is a quiet, peaceful, and highly industrialized planet known as Remnant. The war has been fought to a stalemate, and for now it seems like nothing can break the constant attrition…
Ruby: Ruby Rose is an orphan who lived on the streets of the highly industrialized Vale City until she was adopted as a young child. Vale City was a peaceful place, it being the capital of a country bearing the same name. Vale was one of four major countries that occupied the continent known as Vytal, itself one of the major continents present on the quiet Frontier world of Remnant. Ruby lived happily with her adoptive family and came to love them dearly, especially her new sister, Yang Xiao Long. However, at age 15, the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation moved onto the planet, intending to take advantage of the abundant natural resources. There was fierce opposition around the globe from the Frontier Militia, intent on keeping the IMC from having their way with yet another system. The conflict came to a head when the IMC called in its military branch and a skirmish erupted within Vale City. She and Yang were almost killed by an IMC Titan, but were saved by a mysterious, raven-haired Titan Pilot who they later came to know as Blake Belladonna, friend and squadmate. The girl took them in and they enlisted in the Militia, with Ruby earning her Full Combat Certification in a mere two years. She has seen very limited action against the IMC thus far, but she and her squad are due to partake in a large-scale operation in hopes to drive the IMC at the very least out of Vale City.
Ruby has shown herself to be an exceptional fighter both on the ground and inside her Titan. During training the young girl had revealed to be extremely proficient with a sniper rifle, and often carries a Kraber-AP Sniper, a 14.5x114mm bolt action anti-material sniper rifle into battle. She will occasionally even equip her rifle with explosive ammunition, increasing its already monstrous lethality. She also carries a Hammond P2011 handgun in case she runs into enemies at close range and a Charge Rifle, a directed energy weapon meant to fend off Titans on foot should the need arise. She pilots an Atlas-class Titan which she has affectionately named Crescent Rose. Her Titan sports a custom red and black paint job not unlike her personal outfit (which, if I or someone else draws, is based off of the in-game model for a Female Militia Sniper), bears her family’s rose crest on the chest, and rolls into battle with a Plasma Railgun.
Weiss: Weiss Schnee is the 19 year old daughter of the ruthless CEO of the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation. She was to grow up to be perfect. Perfect poise, perfect posture, perfect manners, perfect everything. She was also to take over as head of the company once her father stepped down. However, as she got older and heard about all of the things her father’s company was doing, she left. She stole some gear and left for a world that hadn’t been touched yet by the brutal IMC, the Frontier world of Remnant. Upon arrival in Vale City, she located the local Militia brigade and signed herself up, mere days before the arrival of the corporation on the planet. Throughout her training she struggled, only barely managing to obtain her Full Combat Certification in two years. Also during her time in training she met and befriended two girls named Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long, as well as a Militia veteran who assisted in their instruction named Blake Belladonna. She has not seen action as of yet, but she is more than ready to face down her father and his forces.
During training, Weiss found that she best operated when she could move quickly and with ease, so she has trained extensively with the R-97 Compact SMG, a small, lightweight weapon that suited her style perfectly. It is equipped with an extended magazine and a simple holosight. Her sidearm is a B3 Wingman, a powerful, 8 shot revolver. She also carries a Sidewinder, a weapon that holds a 25-round magazine of miniature rockets to fire on Titans. Weiss’ Titan, fitting with her fast-paced style, is a Stryder-class she calls Myrtenaster. It carries an XO-16 Chaingun into action and bears a simple white and light blue color scheme similar to her own (Weiss’ appearance as a Pilot is based off of the in-game IMC Female Assault model) as well as the Schnee family crest on the back.
Blake: Blake Belladonna is a long-time Militia veteran. Her involvement with the organization started when she was very young, as her parents were active protesters of the IMC and its questionable business practices. Though she lived in Vale, she always kept up-to-date on the war between the Militia and the IMC, always participated in protests, and eventually signed up to fight at 14 years of age. She learned quickly, earning her Full Combat Certification in only a year and a half. Most of her experience comes from small-time raids and skirmishes, one of her more recent deployments unfortunately finding her back in Vale. In Vale City, she saved two young girls, Ruby and Yang, from an approaching IMC Titan and quickly befriended them, recruiting them into the Militia. She helped train the two girls she saved as well as another, Weiss, that she was wary of at first but came to trust her in due time. Two years later, age 19, Blake and her trainees have formed a new squad together. They have not seen action together, but the veteran is confident that they will perform well.
Like Weiss, Blake’s strategy involves staying light, swift, and mobile. Often times the woman won’t even carry a rifle into combat, instead relying on her swiftness and her trusty RE-45 Autopistol, a fully automatic .45 caliber handgun that she uses with great efficiency. She does, however, carry a weapon capable of combating Titans, that being the Mag Launcher. The Mag Launcher is a grenade launcher that fires magnetic grenades that stick to Titans. Also like Weiss, Blake pilots a Stryder-class Titan known as Gambol Shroud. She equips it with a 40mm Cannon and customized hers with a black and dark purple color palette like her Pilot gear (based off of the Female Militia CQC), replacing the blue lights with yellow ones. She has also chosen to emblazon her own symbol on the back of her Titan like her teammates have done.
Yang: Yang Xiao Long is Ruby’s 19 year old adoptive older sister. She loved her sister, and would do anything and everything for her. Ruby saw it as overbearing and overprotective, but Yang was simply looking out for her. She was with her through everything, from the time she was adopted to the pivotal moment in both of their lives during the IMC invasion when they were saved and subsequently recruited into the Frontier Militia. She flew through training, earning her Full Combat Certification in just under two years with flying colors. She quickly made friends with one of their instructors, Blake, but it took her time to get comfortable with Weiss. Yang has seen little combat, but she is overflowing with anticipation concerning the upcoming operation against the IMC. Yang’s equipment, both as a Pilot and with her Titan, exemplifies her fighting mantra: hit hard. She carries an EVA-8 Shotgun, modified with a larger drum magazine and a full-auto capability, and an RE-45 Autopistol, along with an Archer Heavy Rocket for use in combatting enemy Titans. She excels like no other in the realm of extreme close quarters combat, and it is not uncommon to see Yang fighting an enemy Pilot or Grunt hand to hand. Her Titan is an Ogre-class that she has named Ember Celicia, and she rocks a Triple Threat, a grenade launcher that fires a trio of explosives for every shot. Just as her teammates have done, she has given her Titan a custom pain job using the colors yellow, orange, and brown, and she also painted her family’s crest on the chest of her Titan.
Haha, look at that! I said I’d do it by tonight, and I did! This feels really good actually. I feel accomplished.
So anyway, here it is! My RWBY Titanfall AU! Like I said, it’s not much, just an overview and some character bios. Still though, here it is! I plan on doing more work for this, but I really wanted to get this out there.
Now, you don’t have to, but I would really appreciate it if anyone who sees this could maybe reblog this and spread it around. I only have 9 followers (which is admittedly more than I thought I’d ever get) so not many people see my stuff and it’s hard to get around. Please help me out if you would be so kind. I’d really appreciate it!
Another thing that I put in the previous post that I said I’d put here is that if you want to do anything for this - write your own fanfics, draw fanart, even help me myself if you’d like - then please contact me! I really want to see what people do for this (if anyone does anything)! Remember to credit me and all that. I’m sure you know already, I’m just reminding you.
So, if you have any questions, comments, or anything, just shoot me an ask! I can’t wait to see what people think of this!
prequel fic ch. 1: “Pattern Recognition” (or: ever had a migraine so bad it changed the course of your life?)
The first chapter of my prequel to the uprising fic that i’m doing at the same time as the uprising fic because self control what’s that. If you’re into Pearl in teacher mode with a side dish of Pearl in unworkable pain (but with lots of care & sympathy from the crystal fam) you might enjoy this chapter lol
also heads up (not really a tw, just a heads up): internalized ableism a little bit.