First picture: nobody say they do. But some MAPs are lesbian, gay, bi or trans, which makes them LGBT.
Second picture: why? I mean innocent people deserve positivity right? So… Why?
Third picture: nobody in the community says they can, because they’re anti-contact. Which means they don’t want to be involved with a child romantically and/or sexually.
Fourth picture: again what’s the problem? Everything is sexualizable and it might seem weird or gross for you but you can look litteraly anywhere else on Tumblr and go on with your life without having to look at it.
Get out of our positivity tag.
How typically American to answer to facts and questions with violence.
I’m not a MAP, and nope. 🙂
“I’m not a map”
Url: will-graham-still-for-maps
Anyways if you look on the left you’ll see a fucking idiot pedophile. Thanks for flying the “wow can you believe these disgusting scumbags exist” flight today
It’s funny how you don’t know how to read lmao but not surprising. Yeah, Will Graham Still For MAPs.
Keyword? For.
Also it’s written in my blog title and the subtext just below it. You still missed it so congratulations
Oh my apologies, you’re just a pedophile supporter 🙂 much better
Sake
was worth its weight in gold in the colonies. Soon after the destruction of
Japan, every person who had survived and managed to flee was desperate for any
reminder of the past, any remnant of culture of the rising sun they could find
and hoard.
Yen
Coins, Katana, Kimonos, and Sake. To the last generation of nihonjin, they,
and many others, represented what was left of their history, of their family’s
history.
Even
more than a century later, the sentiment remained, though now most only valued
these things for the prestige they granted.
The
first three Baiken could understand on instinct; money made the world go round
and Yen could be traded for a good amount of World Dollars, the weight of her
blade at her waist was of the few things keeping her alive, and only a fool
braves the world without any fucking clothes on.
Appreciating
sake, that took a bit of convincing.
When
she was younger, fresh off the destruction of her home and her family and loss
of her limb and eye, she considered alcohol a fool’s indulgence. A thing that
dulls the senses and addicts the mind.
As
she grew older, and her heart grew harder and harder, she found herself downing
more and more of the rice wine.
She
hardly tasted it, most of the time. More often than not she would chug it down
and focus on the numbing of her mind instead of the tingle in her throat. For
all she drank of the stuff over her long life she could hardly tell a finely
aged vintage from basement-brewed moonshine.
(The
designs of the bottles were a different matter; Baiken could appreciate that
just fine.)
Filling
the gourd on her hip always took a big bite out of whatever money she scrounged
up, rice was a sensitive plant not easily cultivated and people were loath to
part with it without due compensation.
So
it was a significant surprise when Anji took her to a bar and ordered a bottle
of the most expensive sake they owned.
“Did
you go senile?” She hissed after he made the order, “That shit will
set us back two months of mercenary work!” She slammed her hand on
the table, spooking the nearby patrons that weren’t drunk off their asses,
“Just order the cheap shit and be done with it!”
Anji
only offered a calm smile, “Can’t I spoil you every now and again?”
Baiken
growled, though a faint red tinted her face, “I’m not some princess Anji,
I can get drunk just fine without needing something aged in horse shit
for a decade.”
“I
don’t think that’s how they do it.”
“Not
the point!”
A
petite waitress stepped up with a tray, “Here’s your order!” She put
down the bottle, a wide and tall thing of black and gold , on their table. The
name “Masamune” emblazoned proudly on the front with bold red
lettering in both English and Japanese.
Baiken
blinked at the name for a second before shaking her head, “Naming booze
after a master swordsmith, what a fucking disgrace…” She looked at Anji with narrowed eyes,
“You can’t be serious.”
“Don’t
worry,” Anji laughed, “it’s only coming out of my share, and I had
plenty saved up.”
“Anji…”
She sighed and rubbed her face, “Fine! Whatever,” she rubbed her
eyes, “it’s your fucking money.”
Anji
smiled as he poured out a glass for the both of them, raising his glass for a
toast, “To safe travels.”
Baiken
rolled her eye and clinked her glass with his, “And dead Gears.”
Anji
laughed, “And happy birhdays!”
Baiken
nodded absentmindedly as she raised the glass to her mouth, “Yeah yeah,
and to-” She stopped short and whipped her head to stare at him,
“Shit, is it your birthday!?”
Anji
blinked at her a few times before shaking his head, “No Baiken,” He
used the hand holding the glass to point to her, “it’s yours.”
“It is!?”
Anji
was conflicted on whether to feel bad or laugh his ass off, so he settled for
shaking his head again with a smile, “5th of March Baiken,
happy birthday.”
Baiken
blinked owlishly a few times, looking back and forth between Anji and her glass
of hilariously expensive sake, before her shoulder sagged in an embarrassed
sigh as she brought the glass to her mouth again, “Well, happy fucking
birthday to me…”
“You’re
welcome.”
She hummed vaguely as she slowly took a
sip, before downing the rest in an unhurried manner, “Huh, not too damn
bad.” She glanced in Anji’s direction, “You better not be expecting
anything half as fancy as this next year for your birthday.”
Anji
grinned with all of his teeth, “Your company is the best gift you can give
me.
Baiken
barked out a laugh and motion with her empty glass, Anji’s grin didn’t budge an
inch as he filled it back up.
(Anji
ended up not having enough money so Baiken took a hefty bite out of her money
and cuffed him on the back of the head for it. She still kept the bottle
though.)
Summary: (Alternative title: Anji And His Murder Wife, The Misadventures.)
Baiken just wanted to kill Gears, Anji just wanted her to be safe. No one gets what they asked for.
Brief glimpses into the lives of Baiken and Anji as they travel through the colonies and beyond, may or may not include: Bar Fights, Getting stuck in the Rain, Near Death Experiences, Incredibly vague confessions, Nightmares, an angry Samurai lady, Fancy dinners, make out sessions and more!
AN: a first in a, hopefully, series of short little things of GG fanfics involving Baiken and Anji because I’m still neck deep in Rev2
Word count: 585
Rating: Safe (minus a few curse words and foul language)
Chapter 1: Whistles and Restraint
“I’m going to kill them Anji.”
Anji vaguely realized that that sentence should have probably surprised
him, terrified him even, but all he could muster was a patient and
understanding sigh.
“And you would be well within your right to do so; still I ask that
you don’t.”
“And why the fuck not?”
“Because doing our jobs while behind bars would be very
inconvenient.”
Baiken clicked her tongue at him, but seemed to comply with his request,
resolutely walking away from the jeers and wolf whistles thrown her way by the
trio of drunk louts a few feet behind them.
One of them, with a muscular build but with a face better suited for a
bull than a person, took a swig of his drink and shouted a bit louder,
“C’MON BABY! LEAVE THAT SCRAWNY PUKE AND LET ME SHOW YOU A BETTER
TIME!”
Baiken’s knuckles turned white as she gripped her sword ever tighter,
“I,” She breathed harshly between her teeth, “am going to fucking
kill them Anji.”
Anji put a hand on her left shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze,
“They are not worth it dear.” He said tightly yet calmly, moving his
fingers in slow circles where they rested, “Neither your time or your
skill should be wasted on the likes of them.”
“I BET HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO TREAT THOSE AMAZING FUNBAGS
OF YOURSDOES HE?!”
Baiken growled, “What if I want to waste them?”
Anji took a deep breath, squeezing Baiken’s shoulder again to bring her
focus back onto him, “Please Baiken, they’re just a bunch of idiots that
don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground.”
Despite all the odd, Baiken chuckled a bit, as she tended to do when
Anji decided to stop talking like a frumpy housewife and more like…well, more
like her. “I know that, they’re still pissing me off.”
“Same for me.” He says lowly, his eyebrow twitching, “But
still, there’s no need to fly off the-”
“I CAN PAY MORE BABY! JUST NAME THE PRICE FOR THAT FINE ASS AND
I’M YOURS.”
Anji stopped, his mouth snapping shut as he clenched his free hand, his
eye twitching.
Baiken raised an eyebrow at him, waiting.
After a moment, Anji sighed and took Baiken’s sword, “Just a few
broken bones alright?”
Baiken’s other eyebrow rose, “Still showing restraint huh?”
She let out a short laugh, “You’re impressive when you want to be.”
Anji waved her off, “I’ll hold on to your sword, dear.” He
gave her an indulgent, and only very slightly sadistic, smile, “You just
go there and…express yourself properly to those gentleman.”
Baiken bared all her teeth in a
feral snarl and turned to walk towards the drunk trio, cracking her knuckles on
the side of her neck, her geta clacking harshly against the stone road.
Anji vaguely realized that what he did might have been a bit of a
bad idea.
“Hey baby! Glad to see finally grew some sens-”
CRASH!
“OH GOD HE WENT THROUGH THE WAL-OH PLEASE NOT THE FACE!”
Then again, it was always fun to watch her work.
“THAT DOES NOT BEND THAT WAY-ARGGH!!!”
It was good to see her release pent anger in such a productive way.
“I’M SORRY PLEASE DON’T-AHHHH!”
The smile and thumbs up she sent his way once she was done was cute too,
so that was a plus.
(The small kiss to his cheek went he bent
down to give her back her sword was also a nice bonus.)
WHOA THAT BREAK WAS A LOT LONGER THEN I THOUGHT, BUT NOW IT’S OVER AND NEW CHAPTER YES!!!!
1. SHIMURA “WHEN WILL SHE RAW ME” NANA
HOLY SHIT. LOOK AT HER SHE’S SO FUCKING PRETTY OH GOSH. Seriously this is such a beautiful picture of her and it just makes me sadder that she’s gone. And also! The talk between All Might and Deku was interesting, if I’m reading this arc right, we might get a bit more insight into Nana as she was back then, and maybe the two no-show AFO users too!
2. NEW COSTUMES!!
ALL THE KIDS GOT NEW KICKS!! AND THEY LOOK SO COOL! ORJIRO WITH HIS COLLAR AND MINA WITH HER JACKET SO COOL!
and what’s this??? Momo with a new less revealing outfit??? did she get a new one like i said she would and thus making all that nonsense arguing about her showing off too much skin was completely moot just like I thought it would be???? what a fuCKING SURPRISE!!!
seriously though I love these get ups! the kids look so cool!
3. OCHAKO’S FEELINGS: THE RETURN!
Not gonna lie, this joke caught me off guard XD, did not see it coming, and it’s good to see that her decision from the exam isn’t just one and done, Hori is showing and shoving all your feelings back is easier said and that it takes constant action…which if I’m guess correct, might not be worth the trouble, though I guess that’s my shipper bias talking XD
4. MONOMA YOU FUCKING LOSER GOD HOW I MISSED YOUR SMUG ASS:
look at him. just. Fucking look at this boy, he’s ridiculous. I don’t know what else to say about it, except that I am little surprised that 1-A”lost” the cultural festival, even by such a small margin. It’s a small lose sure, but Monoma is sure happy with it XD
Also the new costumes for class B are pretty neat!
5. THE FAN FICS. ALL OF THEM. THEY CAME TRUE!!
SHINSOU HITOSHI EVERYBODY!! HE’S HERE WITH AN AIZAWA SCARF AND READY TO ANSWER YOUR FANDOM PRAYERS.
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