This is going to be a short story based off of Mishima’s Thief concept art! it’s been in my drafts for months now along with an akechi one rip Yes, it’s going to take place in London during the Ripper era, and a guest appearance is included so I hope you like it! Consider it one of my gifts for 2000 followers!
WARNING: mentions of death and slight gore ahead. Please read at your own discretion.
The still of the night was as deafening as ever; the only sound penetrating the frosty air of London’s East End being the clacking of a fine leather heel reverberating off the narrow walls of a cobblestone valley. Fortunately, Mishima had remembered to roam the streets while equipped with an umbrella, as the unpredictable bouts of London rain demanded, and he steadily trudged toward his destination, oblivious to all but his thoughts as he tipped his formal panama hat with a gloved hand, a nervous habit he developed over the course of his time in the Whitechapel district.
Lately he had preoccupied himself with investigating a series of homicides, the victims being moonlighters and the perpetrator remaining unknown; although, the rather gloating notes left at each of the crime scenes were signed with the alias ‘Ripper’. Mishima was but a mere intelligence analyst and medical intern, but his mediocre status didn’t deter him from inquiring into this atrocity that plagued the nighttime streets. He had already discerned that the culprit retained a fair amount of knowledge pertaining to anatomy, as the bodies of the victims were discovered with an organ removed from their bodies in a fashion that no one but an expert could accomplish; although, his deductions failed to narrow the possibilities too substantially. The perpetrator could easily be a doctor, surgeon, butcher, nurse, biologist, or even a professor specializing in the previous fields mentioned.
Therefore, the only rational conclusion was to wander the general area of the murders; despite knowing he was in no such danger, Mishima couldn’t quell the uneasy knots tangling his stomach as he made his way to his base. He had prolonged his search enough for the night and was fully set to retire home when a most peculiar form entered his peripheral line of sight.
Although the shadow was clad in a trench coat and top hat, Mishima shuddered from the repugnant aura it was emitting. A feeble echo in his mind encouraged him to pursue it, and thus he did, stealthily blending with the darkness of the walls with barely audible footsteps. The only noise that could betray him was the heart pounding against his chest, begging for an escape as anxiety gnawed at it like a ruthless predator.
Where the hell are you going…? Mishima thought, not entirely knowing what it was he was anticipating as he tailed the suspicious individual through the endless alleyways for what seemed like an eternity, the night air as silent and crisp as ever.
Right at the moment he was about to retreat out of embarrassment for stalking an innocent wanderer, the form broke out into an abrupt sprint, dashing madly into a nearby alleyway as Mishima hastily followed suit, the two winding themselves further into the maze known as London.
Mishima was riding their coattails now, yet he only grasped air when he extended his hand toward the suspect as they sharply turned the corner, into another alley. However, the suspect had blindly charged into a dead end, wildly seeking a way out of their predicament as Mishima slowly closed in on them.
A goading chuckle penetrated the silence, and Mishima flung his sturdy umbrella over his shoulder, his opposing hand propped on his hip. “I’ve cornered you at last, Ripper.”
The shadowy figure desperately flitted their gaze around their surroundings, but to no avail; the only escape was through the glaring opponent anterior to them.
“Heh, all out of tricks? That makes it easier for me. You’re going to pay for what you did to those innocent people, and I’ll start by tearing out that filthy heart of yours.”
The suspect looked as though they were contemplating the method to retreat past Mishima, and although their voice was heavily muffled by their scarf, the vile arrogance that dripped from it was as distinct as the pallid moon in the star-strewn sky. “You’ll never catch me.”
Mishima narrowed his slate eyes at the taunting demon in front of him. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You can run…”
An electric blue flame promptly flickered and lapped around Mishima’s feet, his clothes flapping slightly from the luminescent gusts of energy. “But there’s one thing you can’t do, and I’m assuming you already know what that is.” His steady footsteps toward his target imprinted the pavement with dancing cyan flame, and the culprit retreated at the same excruciating pace, gradually backing into the cold impact of a brick wall. Mishima was mere paces away from them, slowly descending his umbrella to point the barrel-like tip directly at the Ripper.
A tip of his hat concealed his eyes, and all that could been seen of his face was the pearly whites of his teeth as his lips furled into the smirk of a sadistic predator. “Hyde.” The Ripper shielded their face with their arms due to the sudden outburst of cerulean flame; the sheer force would have sent them plummeting to ground had a wall not supported them from behind.
When the Ripper lowered their arms, they beheld a most bewildering sight; there Mishima stood shrouded in his peculiar cobalt inferno that generated no heat with his hat now ignited, a demon hovering behind him with a grin as sinister as its user. The Ripper could only gasp and cower against the barrier behind them; what match were they, a flimsy mortal, against a menacing abomination from the very depths of hell itself?
“You’re mine,” Mishima declared, cocking his onyx umbrella; the Ripper suddenly comprehended the reason for the shape of the tip: it was the barrel of a gun. “A corrupt heart like yours can’t be allowed to beat any longer.”
“Halt right - h-huh?!” An authoritative voice pierced the tense atmosphere like a silver arrow, and when Mishima looked round he discovered a local law enforcer, likely on night patrol. “A-are you… the Ripper?!”
Mishima’s steely orbs widened underneath the brim of his hat as the flames dancing around him vanished. “You’ve got it wrong, this guy is-”
The person Mishima spoke of darted past him and the officer, merging with the shadows of the night, leaving behind the faint echo of triumphant laughter.
“Damn it!” Mishima spat, frustration swallowing his cadence as the true Ripper successfully fled the vicinity. The officer was currently beckoning his comrades, excitedly shouting about ensnaring the Ripper. “You’ve got the wrong guy!” Mishima iterated, this time in a more panicked tone as he was the one backed against the wall. The officers were hastily closing in on him, and he compressed against the wall with such frantic desperation that he was certain he would have ruptured his spine, had it not been for the metallic chain that clinked and fell before his cloaked eyes.
I recognize this… he mused, immediately tugging at the steel upon recognition. Silky ebony feathers enveloped Mishima, and the sensation of his feet departing from the stone pavement hitched the breath in his throat as butterflies swarmed in his stomach. A few seconds had passed before he was firmly placed on a rooftop, the wings as dark as night dissipating into an azure blaze, revealing a masked face.
“It’s about time you showed up. I thought they were going to throw me in slammers, or worse,” Mishima complained halfheartedly; he truly was grateful despite his inflection.
“Yeah, can’t imagine being in jail,” his savior countered sarcastically, rubbing the nape of his fabric-covered neck.
“Haha, it’s all right. You should be more worried about yourself; it seems you’ve adopted quite the reputation… Ripper.”
Mishima sighed in exasperation as he adjusted his hat. “That’s not my code name!”
The masked man elevated a gloved hand to his mouth and chuckled, a playful smirk teasing his lips. “Don’t take it out on the messenger.”
His face sobered considerably upon scrutinizing Mishima’s countenance, anxiety and despondence now structuring his sickly face. “If it’s any consolation, we all know you would never commit such revolting crimes, and we’re going to stand by you regardless of what obstacles we face. All right… Jekyll?”
The lines of worry on Mishima’s face subsided as he commented, “Your perspicacity scares me sometimes, Joker.”
The infamous leader of the Phantom Thieves smiled, a twinkle of mischief spawning in his inky irises, befitting that of a trickster. “No, you’re just easy to read. Come on, the others are waiting at the hideout.”
Joker flicked his crimson hand to gesture their retreat, and Mishima nodded in response, nimbly leaping across rooftops alongside his role model. “I feel a bit guilty for dragging the others into this investigation on a hunch.” It was true; Mishima’s instincts pestered him earlier that night, as though a part of him somehow knew the Ripper would attempt to strike again. He urged the Phantom Thieves to scour the streets for any sign of suspicious activity; alas, it was all for naught, as Mishima had been convicted of being the very same person he was striving to incriminate.
The leader shook his head. “Don’t apologize; your hunch was correct yet again, and you even managed to corner the culprit this time.”
Mishima’s eyes fell downward, silently observing the passageways and civilians that became blurred from his speed. “Yeah, but…”
“Jekyll, it’s a relief to have someone as reliable as you with us. You’re doing a great job as a Phantom Thief.”
Mishima was caught off guard upon receiving such an earnest gaze, and somehow his burdens felt significantly lighter, thereby confirming what he surmised all along: the Thieves couldn’t have possibly elected a more admirable candidate as their leader. Mishima nodded once more, proud to call himself one of their own, in addition to being their cherished friend.
Social Justice Warrior?? okay but we’re gonna need a Social Justice Thief and a Social Justice Cleric cuz I’m a Social Justice Witch and don’t have party heals. Might need a Social Justice Paladin if the war isn’t specced into defense plus maybe another Social Justice DPS to round the party out
You only see people’s good side on social networks. You only see the best moments of their lives. We never reveal our darkest moments online. Remember this the next time you find yourself comparing. Remember that you are comparing your bad side to someone’s good side. It’s a flawed comparison.
Rebecca believes that if we end the stigma surrounding child sex trafficking, we can truly change the world.
Rebecca started a major billboard campaign in her city, spreading messages of awareness. “Being a prostituted teen isn’t a choice — it’s slavery,” read the billboard. “Teens sold for sex aren’t prostitutes — they’re rape victims,” read another.
“We need to love our children. We need them to understand that we love them. And not just your own children, but all children in this country,” she says. She also details different types of “pimps” — guerrilla and romeo — who target young women.
“We need to show women of color and empower them and have them know that they don’t need to allow their bodies be there for the sexual exploitation of men,” she says. “The greatest impact we can have is in our own communities. Sometimes we just need to dig our feet into the soul of the Earth…because we can make the greatest impact right here at home.”
Rebecca Dharmapalan is a 19-year-old artist. She had a friend in high school whose boyfriend used to pimp her out in order to pay his cell phone bills. When she finally refused, he beat her so badly that Rebecca never saw her friend again.
“I was on a mission to change the way people saw child sex trafficking in America. That it was a real, tangible thing. So what I did was make film…I realized that art was extremely powerful,” she says.
Oakland, California is one of the most diverse cities in the country, but as any city, “with diversity comes this harsh underbelly of violence.” So, Rebecca used art to change a major city problem.
“100,000 children are trafficked in the United States. And hundreds of thousands more are at risk of having their bodies sold,” she says. 12 is the average age of entry. “Girls were being sold ten to fifteen times a day…these are girls in the United States of America. In our own backyards. In our communities. This is right in front of us.”
Distractions that keep you from special moments with special people. – Pay attention to the little things, because when you really miss someone you miss the little things the most, like just laughing together. Go for long walks. Indulge in great conversations. Count your mutual blessings. Let go for a little while and just BE together.
Compulsive busyness. – Schedule time every day to not be busy. Have dedicated downtime – clear points in the day to reflect, rest, and recharge. Don’t fool yourself; you’re not so busy that you can’t afford a few minutes of sanity.
Negative thinking about your current situation. – Life is like a mirror; we get the best results when we smile. So talk about your blessings more than you talk about your problems. Just because you’re struggling doesn’t mean you’re failing. Every great success requires some type of worthy struggle to get there.
The needless drama around you. – Be wise enough to walk away from the nonsense around you. Focus on the positives, and soon the negatives will be harder to see.
The desire for everything you don’t have. – No, you won’t always get exactly what you want, but remember this: There are lots of people who will never have what you have right now. The things you take for granted, someone else is praying for. Happiness never comes to those who don’t appreciate what they already have.
Comparing yourself to everyone else. – Social comparison is the thief of happiness. You could spend a lifetime worrying about what others have, but it wouldn’t get you anything.
Thinking about who you were or what you had in the past. – You’re not the same person you were a year ago, a month ago, or a week ago. You’re always growing. Experiences don’t stop. That’s life.
Worrying about the mistakes you’ve made. – It’s OK if you mess up; that’s how you get wiser. Give yourself a break. Don’t give up. Great things take time, and you’re getting there. Let your mistakes be your motivation, not your excuses. Decide right now that negative experiences from your past won’t predict your future.
Worrying about what everyone thinks and says about you. – Don’t take things too personally, even if it seems personal. Rarely do people do things because of you; they do things because of them. You honestly can’t change how people treat you or what they say about you. All you can do is change how you react and who you choose to be around.
Self-deception. – Your life will improve only when you take small chances. And the first and most difficult chance you can take is to be honest with yourself.
A life path that doesn’t feel right. – Life is to be enjoyed, not endured. When you truly believe in what you’re doing, it shows, and it pays. Success in life is for those who are excited about where they are going. It’s about walking comfortably in your own shoes, in the direction of YOUR dreams.
Everyone else’s definition of success and happiness. – You simply can’t base your idea of success and happiness on other people’s opinions and expectations.
Those who insist on using and manipulating you. – What you allow is what will continue. Give as much as you can, but don’t allow yourself to be used. Listen to others closely, but don’t lose your own voice in the process.
Trying to impress everyone. – One of the most freeing things we learn in life is that we don’t have to like everyone, everyone doesn’t have to like us, and that’s perfectly OK. No matter how you live, someone will be disappointed. So just live your truth and be sure YOU aren’t the one who is disappointed in the end.
All the fears holding you back. – Fear is a feeling, not a fact. The best way to gain strength and self-confidence is to do what you’re afraid to do. Dare to change and grow. In the end, there is only one thing that makes a dream completely impossible to achieve: Lack of action based on the fear of failure.
Doubting and second-guessing yourself. – When in doubt just take the next small step. Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life.
People who continuously dump on your dreams. – It’s better to be lonely than allow negative people and their opinions derail you from your destiny. Don’t let others crush your dreams. Do just once what they say you can’t do, and you will never pay attention to their negativity again.
Thinking the perfect time will come. – You can’t always wait for the perfect moment. Sometimes you must dare to do it because life is too short to wonder what could have been.
Band-Aids and temporary fixes. – You can’t change what you refuse to confront. You can’t find peace by avoiding things. Deal with problems directly before they deal with your happiness.
Close-minded judgments. – Open your mind before you open your mouth. Don’t hate what you don’t know. The mind is like a parachute; it doesn’t work when it’s closed.
Other people’s mistakes and oversights. – Today, be tolerant of people’s mistakes and oversights. Sometimes good people make bad choices. It doesn’t mean they’re bad; it simply means they are human.
Resentment. – Kindness is not to be mistaken for weakness, nor forgiveness for acceptance. It’s about knowing that resentment is not on the path to happiness. Remember, you don’t forgive people because you’re weak. You forgive them because you’re strong enough to know that people make mistakes.
Any hateful thoughts at all. – Set an example. Treat everyone with kindness and respect, even those who are rude to you – not because they are nice, but because you are. Make kindness a daily ritual; it’s what makes life happier and more fulfilling in the long run.
Regrets of any kind. – You don’t have to be defined by the things you once did or didn’t do. Don’t let yourself be controlled by regret. Maybe there’s something you could have done differently, or maybe not. Either way, it’s merely something that has already happened. Leave the unchangeable past behind you as you give yourself to the present moment.
Every point in time other than right now. – Don’t cry over the past, it’s gone. Don’t stress too much about the future, it hasn’t arrived. Do your best to live NOW and make this moment worth living.
heey ok so i figured you were the best person to ask: what is leverage about/should i watch it?
listen there is literally no scenario in which i’d tell someone not to watch leverage
IT’S A SHOW EVERYONE AND THEIR FAVOURITE AUNT SHOULD WATCH OKAY
leverage is LITERALLY a show about a perfectly imperfect little found family OF THIEVES
like i am pretty sure you don’t need anything else in life
just think about it. a found family. consisting of 5 people who only have each other. five loners who learn to love and trust and rely on each other more than anyone else. you have your super smart hacker with a heart the size of a planet, your gravity-defying socially awkward thief baby girl honey bunch, your incredibly talented, capable and caring con lady, your ‘always here to save the day by hitting someone in the face’ grumpy dude who actually cares a lot but he doesn’t know it yet and your brains of the operation who gets them to become a team in the first place. and they help people. by being the best bad guys. it’s beautiful.
also it’s no big secret that leverage is the show with the Ultimate ot3. you think you have an ot3 now? wrong. you don’t until you’ve seen this show.
the show’s super funny it’s entertaining it’s actiony and it will make you care and break your heart and mend it again and you’ll cry and laugh and love these losers more than you can possibly imagine
you know you want it come on come onnnnn YOU WANT THIS FAMILY ok cool now go watch it