#;war games

[gruesomejack]

Great. Just where he wanted to be. Stuck in a closet with the world's douchebag-iest android. Gritting his teeth, Felix grunted in displeasure, earning him a quick hush from his companion.

Hot, simulated breath brushed against his throat and he couldn't help but shudder. Felix frowned, his face red and warm, his eyes staring hard at the floor rather than the large android leaning against him. He could feel each twitch of hand made muscle under the machine's uniform and it was infuriating. How could something so well built be such a rude piece of garbage.

Misha closed his eyes and listened. The footsteps that had set off his security measures had faded and according to his checks, it was 89% safe to step back out and continue on. Pressing his palm against the closet door, he felt it resist. It would be easy enough for him to force it open, but he found himself hesitant. The soft glow of his gaze shifted, watching Lieutenant O'Shea. A quick scan of his vitals indicated a quickening heartbeat and a subtle flag of arousal. The two of them weren't exactly fond of each other-- In fact he was quite certain it was close to loathing, but the man's human body was clearly not as picky as his brain. The pheromones coming off his skin grew as each second passed and the shifting of his limbs were indicative of growing interest. Misha's lips twitched and slowly, he pulled the hand from the door.

"I believe we're stuck, Lieutenant." He said just loud enough for him to hear.

"What?!" Felix hissed through his teeth and reached to press on the door himself, only to be batted away by the android. "Stop! I'm gonna break through it-"

"Too much noise. You don't want to accidentally alert anyone to our presence."

"It's just a war game, who gives a shit? I want out of here!"

"It's best if we wait for our reinforcements."

Felix scowled like a bratty child. Misha refrained from smiling, but it brought him a strange sense of joy to watch him throw his silent tantrum. Letting out a thoughtful hum, he casually leaned a little more against the man until they where chest to chest. He felt Felix stiffen and turned his face so he could smile that time. "Are you uncomfortable, Lieutenant? I could move."

"Please." Felix grumbled, trying to shift backwards, his back pressing against the wall. "I'm not claustrophobic, but I'm feeling crowded."

Misha moved as promised, but not away from him, instead pressing their bodies flush. Turning his cheek, he nosed against the shell of the man's ear and breathed, the feeling pulling another shiver from Felix. Before he could say a word, he felt the man's hands on his chest, pushing.

"Get off!" He hissed, his face dark red. "You're heavy, you bastard! I said I'm feeling crowded!

Misha scanned his vitals again, noting the skip in his heartbeat and the eager twitch of muscle. Humming lowly, his tongue slipped from between his lips and drew over his skin. Salt. Trace minerals. Pheromones. It was instinct to analyze it, but the action wasn't for that. He wanted to see the man squirm.

And squirm he did. Felix wiggled and tried to slip from under him, his breathing heavy in shock and something more. "Stop it! That's not funny, Misha!" The more he moved, the more the android leaned against him until every little wriggle was offering him a brief jolt of friction. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I've heard the others. They tease you for working with me." Misha cooed, amusement in his voice. "What was their favorite? Robot fucker?" The android laughed and nuzzled into his jaw, his heavy hands sliding down the man's sides until they reached his hips.

Felix scowled again and gave a half-hearted attempt to push him off. "So the robot's gonna torture me too?" If Misha wanted a reaction, he wasn't going to get one. Fuck him. Fuck everyone else too.

"...Do you want me to?" Misha pulled back enough to look at him, searching his gaze. "You could lean into it, Felix." He said, the man's name dripping from his lips like honey. "Make it something you can hold over their head."

Oh! What a piece of shit! If he didn't know hitting him would end up in injury, he'd throw a fist right at that stupid sharp jaw. Felix wrinkled his nose and leaned away, rosy checked and frustrated. "Don't. I don't need you teasing me too." He said, "Back off."

Taking him by the chin, Misha turned him back so they were looking at each other again. Dragging a thumb over his bottom lip, another smile pulled across his face when it automatically fell open. "You're saying that, but do you mean it?" He asked, "...Your orders, Lieutenant?"

Swallowing, Felix stared, stern.

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"Shit." The word was drawn out in a half moan half whisper. His hips were moving on their own, grinding down against the palm that was stroking him. His hands were hooked around the android's neck, holding him closer as he panted down his back. "I hate you. I hate you-"

Misha grinned against his neck and parted his lips to bite the tender skin there, earning himself another pretty sound from the officer he had pinned. If they were anywhere else, he'd have him spun around with his hips buried between his cheeks, but for now this was good enough. "Your vitals.." He purred, "Your heart is racing. Your muscles are starting to stiffen."

Felix grit his teeth and swallowed down a groan. What a pretentious way to say he could tell he was close to cumming. "Mess-- Misha- There's gonna be a mess. C-Can't fuck up the uniform-" He whined, rocking his hips down and trembling. "M-" Before he could complain again, a searching kiss was stolen from his lips. Bastard! That wasn't part of this!

Misha pulled back a little and licked at the corner of his mouth, easing himself down to his knees. Dropping his mouth, he pulled his hand off Felix and replaced it with warm lips. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking and bobbing down to the base, his tongue running over the vein underneath. Salt. Minerals. His skin was heavy in pheromones here and it made him wish he could smell it. Opening the base of his throat, he took him as far as he could and swallowed.

Felix hissed, one hand gripping the hair on Misha's head while the other clamped over his mouth. Shivering hard, he bucked his hips and whined, spilling himself down the android's throat. "Misha!" He groaned, muffled by his palm. "M- Oh, fuck-"

Salt. Minerals. Enzymes. Amino acids. Potassium. Zinc-- Broken down to pieces, it was nothing. But all together it was all Felix and all human. The sample would be incinerated internally; there was no use in holding onto DNA that they already had access to. The memory of it, however, would be kept as long as he possibly could. Pulling back, he let out a slow breath and glanced up at the man, the glow of his eyes growing as his vision focused.

Felix was already looking, scowling again and red. "Who taught you that?!" He whispered, "Not me, that's for sure!"

"I have good ears. The other officers are lewd and uncaring." He mused, leaning forward to rest his chin on his thigh. "Was it decent?"

Shifting his gaze away, he huffed. "...It was pretty good."

Misha smiled and pressed his palm against the closet door, jostling it open with ease.

Felix jumped, quickly shoving himself back in his pants and reddening further as he zipped back up. "The whole time?!"

"Yes sir."

Scrunching his face, he shoved his way out and slammed the door closed again after him. "Bastard."

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[seratlantisite]

Nice try Bioware, but I know the state of Southern Thedas better than you do.

First off, it matters if the Hero of Ferelden is alive or not. When the First Warden recalled all wardens, our hero knew that was a bad call and refused, finally splitting off from Weisshaupt after years of mismanagement and taking scores of wardens with them. Their presence and leadership makes all the difference, rallying southern Thedas once more against the blight. If you have only an Orlesian Warden Commander in Amaranthine they’re less inspiring, but as long as you’ve done Awakening they are a boon nonetheless. There is someone to lead the fight against the darkspawn while other focus on the Venatori.

If you 100% completed Awakenings and also Soldier’s Peak, the Ferelden wardens have never been so prepared. They’re organized, they’re outfitted and they’ve been ready for this for years. Also, if you allied with the Architect then you have scores of strange research to give you an edge.

If Merrill completed her Eluvian then she moves south once again and joins the effort. She’s managed to cleanse the blight before and she’s ready to try it again. And her knowledge of the crossroads gives the south an edge on their movement and supply lines. If Hawke’s sibling is a Warden they accompanied her.

If the Inquisitor let Briala have power in any way, the Dales become the leaders in the war against the Venatori, forming a formidable alliance with Ferelden, Orzammar and the Marches, the likes of which have never been seen. And if you completed Jaws of Hakkon then their alliances with the Avvar and Chasind are stronger than ever.

Of course, if the Inquisitor kept the Wardens around after Here Lies the Abyss then their numbers are bolstered. It may cost Wiesshaupt later, but that’s Rooks problem. And if you completed the Descent, then the Inquisitor and Warden had a much better idea of what was coming and spent ten years getting ready.

They will not be broken.

They will weather this storm.

[shutupcrime]

I feel like so many problems people have with tv at the moment could be solved if we just went back to the good ole days of 20 episodes a season that’s just sixty percent filler and character development. Give the people what they want- less condensed story and more meaningless shenanigans

[madame-helen]

[lapdogchase]

[bluemoonscape]

Big fan of characters who “kill” their younger selves. Characters who resent the past version of themselves for letting them get hurt, who look at that kid and feel revolted by the foreignness of it. Characters who feel they have to cut the child out of them like a tumor because it’s hurting them too much and if I don’t kill you you’ll kill me. Nearly nothing remaining of that past self but for the little connections and mannerisms they can’t kick, and when it shines through, it’s a terrible, tragic thing, because the child is still in there. It’s in there and it’s grotesque in its suffocation. But it’s there.

[prokopetz]

Before Disney reorganised the titles, the games in the Dark Forces series were titled Star Wars: Dark Forces, Dark Forces II: Jedi Knight, and Jedi Knight II: Jedi Outcast, and I feel it's a great loss that this pattern was not continued. There's something fascinating about every game in a series being the second one.

[dispatchesfromtheclasswar]

LEVEL UP!

[starii-void]

going to chb must be crazy like imagine sharing a camp with

-one of the strongest demigods ever who's saved the world like at least 3 times, fought multiple gods & titans and WON (and is a tartarus survivor)

-the literal main architect of OLYMPUS who's also saved the world multiple times (also tartarus survivor)

-THE lord of the wild who's also close friends with the first two (and has helped save the world multiple times)

-an emo kid from the 1930s who again helped save the world and is also a tartarus survivor (TWICE)

-a son of apollo who survived tartarus with nothing but cargo shorts and sheer will (pun intended)

-the main designer and builder for the argo II, also the first hephaestus kid to have fire powers since hundreds of years ago (did i mention killed gaea? no? yeah he did that too)

-a girl who somehow charmspeak-ed gaea into falling back asleep (also side note daughter of super famous actor because why not)

-pretty much everybody is a two-time war veteran

-THE GOD APOLLO who just sometimes comes down to visit in the form of a teenage boy

-did i mention dionysus, god of wine madness and theatre

-also chiron, trainer of pretty much every greek hero ever

[inloveanddepth]

no one talk to me NO ONE TALK TO ME

[gamelpar]

me whenever i get obsessed with something new and subject my tumblr mutuals to it

[secretly-a-trekkie]

"I can't not hate you for that, a little"

[colmiillo]

Seriously, you again, reading a fic about a person who doesn't even know you exist,OR WORST,doesn't even exist........same thing sis. Keep reading

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing