#･ﾟ* VER. ─ i can get two shotguns!

[tarjapearce]

I need to know how ranchero Miguel convinced the parents to let him marry their daughter. Was it a shotgun wedding? 👀

Indeed 👀. Bit of Drama and slight angst under the cut.

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You had woken up nauseous and dizzy, for the third time in a row. Your mother was concerned. Had something made you sick? She was stricter with the kitchen staff to be more careful. But upon the wafting smell of your usual morning soup, an egg drop soup, entered your room, you retched on the bathroom, again.

You paled.

When was the last time your period came? It was hard to keep tabs when you were trying to attend other business and try to not die in the process. Two months and counting. You barely had the chance of seeing Miguel as well, since he had his own good share of work in the barn.

And he was the last and only man you have been with. Your hands went around your tummy and tears were in the verge of spilling. You were pregnant.

God, you were so scared. You knew how your parents thought of him, and for all you knew, they still thought you were pure.

But as things were going sooner or later They'd find out, probably kick him out and you'd be forced to marry a guy that looked like him to make pass the child as his. The thought scared you shitless, so you washed your mouth, bathed, got dressed and went to him.

He was talking with the foreman of another estate, but excused himself upon seeing you.

His smile faltered when you approached, solemn look, and red nose by the constant sniffling.

"Hey, hey. Come here. ¿Qué le pasa a mi chula?" (What's wrong with you, gorgeous?)

You whimpered and buried your face in his chest. He held you tightly.

"You mom got you on another date?" He rolled his eyes and you shook your head.

"Your dad tried to sell Luis again?" Another shake of your head.

"Then what is it? You gotta tell me,princesa."

"I..." You hiccuped, "I think I'm pregnant."

You could feel him tense and he made you look at him. You thought he'd be angry but the shine in his eyes proved you otherwise.

"¿Voy a ser papá?" He questioned with a excited yet strained voice. You just stared at him and he kissed you, deeply (Am I gonna be a dad?)

"¡Me vas a hacer papá!" (You're making me a dad!)

He was happy and you broke down.

"Why are you crying? Aren't you excited?"

"I am but... Dad will kick you out and... and.. -" You hiccuped and he just held you with a smile.

" Ps, que me eche. I've got my own home anyways. And if... things get bad, you'll come with me. Okay?" He squeezed you tightly and grunted happily, "Dios te vas a ver preciosa con esa panza toda grandota y redonda. Te voy a cuidar, vas a ser mi reina. Ya vas a ver."

(He can do that.) (God, you'll look gorgeous with that big and round belly. Imma take care of you, you'll be my queen. You'll see.)

He just kept rambling things you couldn't understand, but seeing him giddy made your aching heart to relax.

"I'll talk to him. I... Le voy a pedir tu mano." (Imma ask him your hand in marriage)

"W-What? are you sure of it? I mean, I don't want you getting hurt. He might look like an old man but... he knows his tricks.

"Your mother is the one that I'm concerned about."

And he was right.

"ABSOLUTELY NO." She had protested, the staff had been hiding behind the doors, listening to the scene unfold.

"How dare you asking for such thing!"

"Mom-"

"No. Who do you think you are?! Of course you won't marry her! She's set for better things!"

Miguel's eyes narrowed and your heart stopped with sudden rage.

"I want him!" You stood up, stomping your hands on the table.

"I'm old enough to decide on my own, Mom. I... I love Miguel." With every word that spilled from your mouth, she held her heart as your dad just pinched his nose bridge. He had been silent the whole talk, just glaring holes at Miguel.

"Good lord... Just... Imagine the scandal, the people... What would they say about you?! About us?!"

"They already talk shit under our nose, mom. Their opinion is irrelevant. None really approaches us if it's not for a favor."

"You... you brat!"

"I'm pregnant."

Miguel stood to calm you down as the fight kept rising. Your dad immediately straightened up and looked at Miguel.

"You." His voice venomous, but calm, "And you." He pointed at you.

"Tomorrow at church. 8 am."

"You can't be serious! You'll wed them?!

"Your yelling won't make her less pregnant. And I rather have them wedded than having an off marriage child. A sin." Your dad mumbled and looked at you, your rage seemed to be consuming you by how they spoke of your future child. Miguel's expression hardened, a low growl emanating from him.

"Once you're married, I want you both out of my property, got it?"

"Fine! I didn't want to spent my life being a fucking trophy wife for some rich man I barely know."

You were wedded, and despite your dad underlying sadness, and he wanting to swallow his words back, pride didn't allow him to speak and ask you to stay. Your mother didn't even look at your way.

Miguel had packed your things and put them on his truck. You left to a new life with him and your future family.

[cannibal-wings]

So... that all happened.

In an effort not to drown in current events, here's some WIP Wed for You Pay the Cost. This is all extremely rough. And I'm talking extremely here. A lot of this will get changed as I finish out the scene and edit it. I just wanted to share something. Gotta head to work now, but enjoy.

Leon was the last one to go through the door, he ducked under the frame and moved his tail all the way inside before closing the door behind him. He watched Luis set a small backpack down on the couch and begin to go through it.

“You ok?” Ashley asked him. She caught the way he seemed to hover uncomfortably near the door.

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m good.” Neither of them were sure if that was the truth. He stepped a bit further into the room and shrugged his rifle and shotgun off his back. Leon didn’t really know what to do with himself.

Luckily Luis saved him the trouble by turning his attention to him. “Ok,” he started with, “lets give you a quick lookover, Big Guy.”

Leon raised an eyebrow and rubbed his two bottom pedipalps together. “A lookover? For what?”

Luis stepped closer to him and said, “Your product line has a high failure rate, as far as mutations go.”

“Product line?” Leon frowned and stepped back.

Ashley asked, “So you know what he is?”

“Well, now that I’ve seen the full mutation, yes. I had a guess before, but seeing the whole thing in front of me, there’s only one product type it could be. Verdugo.”

“Ver-what now?”

“It means executioner, but I think a more fitting title should have “Guardian” or “Protector” even “Body Guard” would have gotten the product’s purpose through more clearly.” Luis closed the gap between himself and Leon once more. “They were created to be soldiers but Saddler quickly abandoned that idea after learning their abysmal survival rate through production. The research teams shifted focus and fine tuned the serum, more survived but not in the numbers he was looking for. Instead of scrapping the project, it was re-pitched as a line of personal body guards.”

Leon ignored most of that. “So you think I’m going to die?”

Luis shook his head. “Most likely not. You survived the mutation process, but I’d like to double check.” He reached up for Leon’s face and said, “Bend down for me, ok?” When Leon hesitated he added, “It’s best we get this done now, yeah?” Leon relented and Luis reached up to touch the outer jaws. Instantly Leon flinched back away. “Leon,” he said more sternly, “don’t be difficult.”

“I just- is this really necessary?”

“Yes. Now stop being a baby.” This time when he reached for Leon’s mandibles he was less gentle. He pulled him back down and opened them up. “I must remind you, my lab did not work on the Verdugo line, I was primarily a special variant Plaga researcher. However, they made us all sit through the presentations of the other labs, so I know just enough to get you sorted.” Leon kept trying to pull away from his touch, no doubt partly on instinct and partly due to being uncomfortable. And while Luis could sympathize with him, he still needed to check him over. “You mutated quickly and aggressively. The process normally takes a week, sometimes more, and is done in stages, induced with serum injections in increasing doses. Now this,” he manipulated the mandible in his hand, “this isn’t the correct outer jaw that goes with this body plan.”

“Yeah?” Leon wanted to yank it free but he let Luis continue. The other man ran his hand along the inside of it, feeling for something. It was uncomfortable, Leon felt the tip of his tail twitch. “What’s it go to then?”

“Las Plagas,” Luis said bluntly. “I think something interesting happened with you. The Plaga can also cause mutations to the host. The drone types have predictable mutations that follow their life stages. The controller Plaga often have more unique mutations, suited to the individual host. These can be triggered at will or in a life or death situation. Sometimes due to stress as well, or as a trigger from another, stronger Plaga.”

“So you think the Plaga was also trying to make me into a monster?”

“Yes,” he said. “But it got overridden by the Verdugo mutagen. The jaws and extra arms are not from the Verdugo mutagen. If I had to guess, they are from the Plaga.”

“But he’s done now, right?” Ashley asked. “No more changes?”

“Theoretically, yes, but-”

“There’s always a but,” Leon said with an eyeroll.

“But until we get the Plaga out of you, it could try to mutate your Verdugo form. Unlikely, since this is such a strong mutation, but it could happen.” Luis finished feeling around one side of Leon’s jaw and moved to the other. “Are you in any pain? From the mutation? Anything still hurt?” Leon shook his head. Luis finished pushing on Leon’s jaw lining. Nothing felt inflamed or swollen. “You don’t appear to have venom sacs, I don’t know if you’d consider that good news or not.”

“Wait, I could have had venom sacs?”

“Yeah, the Plaga with this face type can sometimes develop a venomous bite. You’d have a gland back here,” Luis reached in again with his hand and pressed just under his ear, where the skin of the outer jaws fused with his human skin. “But I don’t feel anything. It’s possible it’ll develop later.” He turned his attention to the large fangs at the end of each mandible. “I doubt it though, I don’t see a hole in your fangs for the venom to leave through. In any case, if you feel swelling here,” he pressed again, “or here,” and did the same with his other hand, but on his neck this time, under the human jaws, “it might be the gland coming in. It won’t affect the remains of your human jaws, or at least it shouldn’t, and your spit won’t be venomous. But your outer jaws could deliver a toxin strong enough to bring down an elephant. So exercise caution.”

“Great,” he said unenthusiastically. “What about,” Leon almost hesitated to ask, but he knew if he didn’t do so now, he might never get the chance. “What about acid? The ones I’ve come across can vomit acid.”

“Ooooh, that’s a tough one my friend. That organ is internal and I’d have to open you up to see if its in there. Your cousin species, the Novistadores have acid as well, but your species isn’t often engineered with it.” Luis moved away from Leon’s face and began to run his hands along the various plating on his chest. “I wouldn’t worry about, if you develop it, it’ll be because of the Plaga.”

“And the only way to know would be to open me up and check?”

“Yes.” Luis pressed on one of the plates that sat just below where his diaphragm would be. “Does this hurt when you breath in?” He could feel Leon expand his lungs and his ribcage moved under the carapace.

“No.”

“Good, good. Some issues that were reported with this line had to do with lung capacity and the ability to breath uninterrupted by the carapace.” He continued to move his hands down to his stomach. “Have you had any bowel movements?”

“No. Haven’t really had time.”

“You eaten anything recently?” Leon didn’t want to answer. He clamped his jaws to his face and looked at Ashley. “Leon?” When he looked up it was clear that the question had made him uncomfortable.

Ashley said instead, “Remember when I called you? And I said Leon wasn’t acting like himself?” Luis looked to her then back at Leon and nodded. “Well, when he wasn’t… himself,” she settled on, “he had eaten some of the cultists.”

“Oh.” Luis looked again to Leon who wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I see.” The blood around his jaws had been a giveaway, but he thought that maybe he had only used them in self-defense. “While I wouldn’t suggest your diet become comprised of human flesh, I will say that your guts are designed to process raw foods. Vegetables, fruit, and yes, meat. So eating them won’t have any negative consequences on your health.”

“I’m a fucking monster,” Leon said quietly.

Luis dismissed that with, “You were doing what you were designed to do. Protect Ashley no matter the cost.” When Leon looked at him with an eyebrow raised, he said, “It’s pretty obvious that its her you’re being made to protect. I don’t know if Saddler had you imprinted or if you did that all on your own.”

Ashley asked, “Wait, imprinted? Like with baby animals?”

“Perhaps that was the wrong word, “paired” might have been better. You see the Verdugo line, like I said before, was shifted to become a guardian type weapon. The first few iterations were not biologically bound to the one they were supposed to protect.”

“And now they are?” she asked again.

Luis nodded. “We have two ways of doing it, both involve the use of a Plaga. It’s clear that Leon has a Plaga inside him,” he said and turned over Leon’s arm to show off the dark veins that were still visible in the gaps between his carapace. “Sometimes both parties are infected with a custom made set of paired Plaga, this, along with picking a person close to the one needing the protection, insures the best results post mutation. If the client has the money and Saddler decides they’re worthy, the client will receive a custom Controller Type Plaga. Then it doesn’t matter as much which Verdugo is shipped to them, if it carries a normal Plaga the client will have no issues with commands or its loyalty.”

“And Saddler would do that? Just give someone a Controller Plaga?” Leon snorted. “Doesn’t that seem a little dangerous?”

“No, it’s actually a benefit to him as well. You see his end goal is to control the world with Las Plagas. The more people he infects the better, and if these folks are eager to do so willingly…” Luis trailed off. “It’s not a safety concern for him because Saddler’s Plaga is the strongest we’ve seen. He wouldn’t give out something that could usurp him to some random militant group.”

Luis put a hand on Leon’s back and started to lift and check the various plates. “You have a Plaga but Ashley doesn’t,” he was focused on Leon and didn’t catch the way that she froze up, “but you’ve clearly already paired yourself to her. Your body language gives it away, I’m sure you feel it as well?” Leon nodded. “The instincts that come with the mutation are strong. Incredibly strong. New Verdguo if not previously paired will pair themselves with someone eventually. We normally keep them in solitary until a client buys one for that reason alone. The pre-paired ones are obviously made to order.”  Luis continued, “Once the bond is made its made for life. It cannot be paired again. Of course, that doesn’t mean it can’t serve another, but the biological connection? That’s a one and done deal.”

Leon looked at Ashley who was staring back at him. “What does that mean?” he asked. “For me?”

“Well, you might be switching careers friend. Being separated from the one you’re paired with for long distances and durations will cause immense feelings of anxiety and sometimes violence, if you aren’t brought back together.” Luis asked, “Can you bend forward for me? Like you’re going to touch the ground?”

Without giving it much thought Leon leaned forward and dropped his hands to the floor and stretched. “So that’s it? I’m fucked?”

“Oh I wouldn’t go that far friend. You have options. Control over yourself will come with age. Some of our Verdugo on the market have been around for a couple of years now. They settle pretty easily, at least, that’s what I gather from the reports I’ve read.”

“I’m sorry,” Ashley said, “Leon I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen.”

“Neither of us did, not your fault.”

“On the bright side,” Luis said, stepping away, “you are built wonderfully. I’ve never seen such an exceptional specimen. Your body seems to have adapted perfectly to the mutagen, nothing is out of place. Full range of motion, carapace that has a bit of give, everything slots perfectly together, honestly, a perfect example of your species. If the Plaga hadn’t don’t a couple of its own mutations you’d be exemplary.”

“Please,” Leon winced, “please stop talking about me like I’m a product.” He stood back up to his full height.

“My apologies, Leon, but you are. Best shore up with that now instead of later.”

[meddlingheels]

     ❝  okay ,  but ...  if velma was right all along ,  why do you  &&  dean keep  so many weapons  in the trunk ??   i'm not judging but that’s  c r e e p y ...  ❞

( @endfaith / ♡ for scn!daphne )

[luvhrs]

❝violets, rum, and summer❞ | aot boys x gn!reader

♪ characters: jean kirschtein, porco galliard, reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, eren jaeger ♪ prompt: what happens after your best friend asks you, "Y/N, did you meet my brother?" ♪ now playing: cate’s brother - maisie peters ♪ rating & tags: T (modern!au; fluff & light angst maybe?; mentions of college parties, sneaking around, makeout sessions, cigarettes, alcohol; basically just a secret halloween/summer/whatever season fling… or is it?)

☾ ao3 ver. + masterlist ☽

a/n: started working on this right after maisie released the song of the summer, go listen to it 😩👌 i gotta say i'm rly satisfied with these blurbs and i had a lotta fun writing them, i'm so tempted to make them full fics too but i unfortunately don't have the time or patience rn… maybe one day!! still i hope you enjoy, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated 💗

Of all the tricks and treats you got from that one Halloween party you threw for your friends, he has to be the sweetest of either. "Love him, he's the one and we shall wed," went your heart when your best friend first introduced you to their brother…

…Jean. You've only just known his name and he's already flirting with you. He does it right in front of your best friend too, but they just brush him off with a snort. "Don't get your hopes up. Jean's like that with everyone," they say, and they're probably right, but through the night, your eyes search the crowd for his and find them already on yours each time. With the combined burn of his stare and your liquid courage, it's not long before you're grabbing his hand in the dark and pulling him to your car. No amount of feverish kisses seem to be enough to wipe that smug grin off his dashing face, but well, you're not complaining. "Are you gonna work, you gonna hurt, you gonna last forever?" sings a voice from your car's speakers, and you pause in the face of its mockery. Jean's surprisingly gentle fingers bring you back, tilting your chin up to look at him. "Are we gonna make it, gonna break it when it's—" "Now or never," he whispers along with the song, and you're melting into each other again, along with your inhibitions.

…Porco. He seems fun and weird and smart, likes cheap cigars, can shotgun a beer like no other… Probably matches the type of guy your parents used to warn you about, but come on, what can your best friend's brother do? Sweep you off your feet in all senses of the word, you learn, when he starts coming to roller rink nights. Your best friend is excitedly showing off a move when they accidentally bump into you, making you stumble. You would've hit the floor if Porco weren't close behind you, his hands shooting out to grab your waist. You know the gesture's supposed to help you regain your balance, but the heat of his touch against your skin, bare where your shirt rode up a little, and his husky chuckle and "You okay?" against your ear almost makes you feel dizzy again. He offers to show you a trick or two after that ("For revenge, duh," he says, earning him a smack on the shoulder from his sibling who overheard), and you can't resist asking, "If it's gonna hurt, will it be worth it and will I recover?" He smirks, and oh, you know he knows: a different kind of fall awaits, and you just hope he'll catch you this time too.

…Reiner. The party definitely isn't over for you because you start going on cinema dates together—or at least, he starts tagging along with you and your best friends. It's true love in 3D anyway, and it's probably silly, but your heart can't help but flutter at Reiner's sweet subtlety. With a wink, he quietly slips into the seat beside you while the others are too busy talking, and he brushes his fingers against yours in the popcorn bag when you offer to share. "Are you gonna feel the way I feel?" the lead asks their love interest onscreen before an inevitable kiss. As if you were in a movie yourself, you're strangely compelled to glance over at Reiner, and sure enough, you meet his heated gaze. Leaning in close enough to make you shiver, he whispers, "Come with me?" before excusing himself to go to the bathroom. You do after a few hopefully inconspicuous moments, and you barely make it out of the cinema and into the empty hallway when he pulls you by the waist until your body is flush against his. You giggle in between his eager kisses, and he is anything but subtle about his love this time.

…Bertholdt. You may not remember exactly who he went as at your party (your man, you probably wished), but you do remember the crisp sage suit he wore. How could you not, with how well it accentuated his features? Here you thought he couldn't be more attractive, but then he starts coming over with your best friends to your house, and suddenly, the pale green of his eyes aren't hiding behind hesitant glances anymore but lingering heat. He's 6 foot 4 and towers over you but never menacingly, whether it's daytime and he's helping you cook by reaching into high cupboards to pass ingredients over to you, or it's late at night and he's taking his sweet time trapping you against the wall of your dim kitchen because everyone else has finally gone to sleep. Bertholdt showers you with affection, taking your breath away until you can only ask dreamily, "Are you for real?" He only chuckles in response, and yet another of the shy kisses he presses to your jaw reminds you that he's a little younger than you, and oh, God, you really are smitten for your best friend's brother.

…Eren. Not an ounce of shame or regret ever lies in the clandestine glances you and Eren share—those wordless agreements to escape from prying siblings and best friends to your room. Unfortunately, it doesn't stop you from feeling lightheaded when your lips slip from his, sometime after you started making out then tripped and fell into your bed. You stare up at him for a moment, trying to catch your breath, and lick your lips absentmindedly. The movement catches his eye but out of concern more than lust, as he senses you're worrying rather than teasing. "I won't let you down or lead you on. I'm not like the others," Eren reassures you, trailing his fingers across your jaw. He was never one to let your desire flicker out, you know that, but still… "How can I know you're for sure? It's only been a summer," you reply, trying and failing to keep your voice steady. His answer comes not in words but in the rest of his kisses and touches that night, desperate not to let you go—and most importantly, the next morning when to your surprise, he's showing up at your front door, flowers in hand, politely smiling and asking your delighted mother if you're home.

© LUVHRS, 2022. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST.

[soulwillower]

high • richie tozier

(step brother richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: Could you do step brother richie fic? 👉👈 + Could you please do a dom stepbrother Richie? Thank you! 👉👈 + i am here to ask for step brother richie or step brother e-boy ver of eddie 🥴

warnings: swearing, marijuana use, dom!step brother richie, p dirty smut, oral sex (male receiving), dirty talking, a bit of praise kink (sry i can't stop)

[losers + reader are 18+ in this.]

2.6k words oof

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you wanted to fucking kill richie.

you swear, every moment your step dad and your mom left the house, he was sealed up in the basement smoking himself into an oblivion - and today must not have been any different.

you know that if your mom smelled it when they got back tomorrow, you'd be the one to get in trouble, because your step brother was a prick. but your mom, for some reason, saw him as an angel who 'just had some quirks.'

except those quirks were wearing awful hawaiian shirts, aggressively partying every weekend with his friends, accidentally crashing cars, having a pretty serious nicotine addiction, drunkenly piercing his ear, coming to family dinners high, flirting with you all the time - even when you're not alone - and giving girls stick-n-pokes under the bleachers during class periods.

you didn't really care for richie before your parents got married, and now he's a permanent thorn in your side. 

especially because he's so fucking hot and he knows it. he's always winking at you, putting you in risqué situations, making excuses to have you sit in his lap, to lift you, always putting his hands on you, and making suggestive comments. but the thing you despised most was yourself, because all of what he did just made you want him more. and he probably knew it.

you throw yourself down the stairs, frustrated. "richie, c'mon. do you have to do that down here?" you whine as you find yourself facing him. he's sitting on the couch, a shitty rerun of some show on the tv. he shrugs, looking unaffected as he holds a glass pipe in his hand. "it's just one bowl. it won't smell and it won't even get me high." he defends casually.

you scoff. "i could smell it from upstairs." you lie. he rolls his eyes, "no, you couldn't. you just wanted to come down here to yell at me."

you almost laugh at how quickly he reads through you. "well, you deserve it, anyways." you mumble, walking closer. he watches you warily as you sit next to him on the couch. "you want some, y/n/n?" he asks slyly. you give him a look and he shrugs. "why not? they won't be back 'till the morning." richie reasons. you really want to but... "i've never..." you trail off, eyeing the glass pipe in his hand.

his eyebrows raise, a teasing look filling his features. "shut up, you asshole." you grumble, flopping against the back of the couch. "i didn't even say anything!" he says with a grin. 

you scowl, rolling your eyes as he snickers. "you're a big girl, i'm sure you can handle some if you want." he teases and you roll your eyes. "you're a dick." you say, grabbing the piece out of richie's hands. you look at it, figuring it can't be that hard, right? richie doesn't let you guess though, immediately taking control.

"so you put your lips to it here then cover your finger over this hole. then you'll inhale and when i tell you, take your finger off and keep inhaling. then try to hold it in as long as you can." he says, fingers guiding you over the steps. you gulp, face red because of how close he is to you.

you're not 100% sure if he intends to be so seductive with you, but with the way he's breathing on your neck, you're starting to think that he means to. 

two can play at that game.

you look at him, putting your lips on the piece. "like this?" you mumble on the glass and his eyes are trained on your lips. he licks his own but then looks back to you, "just like that, toots. you're doing perfect." he mumbles, eyes hooded and trained on your lips. you blush from his words, cursing yourself for feeling slightly aroused but also deciding to just fuck it. 

"and then i just suck?" you whisper, watching his face contort at your words. he hums lowly, almost to himself, eyes not leaving your lips. to distract yourself, you take a small inhale.

"that's right, there you go. good girl." he mumbles lowly and you immediately pull away, the smoke thick in your throat and you cough and wheeze, shaking your head. 

richie's laugh is deep and you want to hit him in the chest because he fucking knows, he knows what he's fucking doing to you. he takes the pipe back with a smirk, making you pout. "no, i wanna do it!" you whine.

"well girls who whine don't get what they want." richie says bluntly, giving you a sharp look that makes your heart stop.

 you gulp as color fills your cheeks. you know richie notices because he lifts a brow, smirk still plastered on his face. "sh-shut up." you mumble and richie just lifts a brow. you sigh. "please, rich?" you ask, trying to ask nicely and not sound as desperate for him as you are right now. he just laughs again, staring at you. "why don't i shotgun it to you first?" he asks. you tilt your head with a lifted brow, "what's that?"  

he shrugs, "i'll take the hit and keep it in my mouth and blow it towards you. then you can inhale it. it'll be easier on your lungs." he says casually. "okay, yeah. do that." you say, trying not to think about how close he'll to be.

you stare at him intently as he takes a hit and turns to you. he raises his eyebrows and you snap out of it, your hand falling forward as you lean towards him. 

he blows the smoke out slowly and you inhale it, the burning sensation at the back of your throat making you want to cough. you hold the smoke in your lungs for as long as you can until you do cough, sputtering into your elbow. richie pats your back, laughing to himself.

you’re embarrassed. “don't worry. that wasn't the most pathetic thing i've seen you do.” he says with another smirk and you just flush deeper. you glare at richie with angry, watery eyes. "fuck off, richie." you spit at him. 

you cave quickly though, wanting to try it another time, "can we do it again?" you ask. richie's smirking as he nods. you can't tell why he's grinning until you feel him sit back against the couch and he moves under your hand.

your hand is on his thigh. but it feels like it would be more awkward for you to remove your hand now as opposed to leaving it. now he's taking another hit and it's too late anyways, so you just leave your hand there.

this time as he leans toward you, you lean as well and his hand grabs your neck to steady you as he exhales into your mouth. "stay fucking still, idiot." he mumbles, smoke escaping his mouth. 

you roll your eyes but you swear you can almost feel his lips against yours, "you’re a fucking douchebag, richie." you say, but you itch to just close the gap. you could call it an accident... blame it on the smoke...

but your thoughts are cut off because richie's lips are clashing against yours. 

it's harsh and you kiss back immediately, exhaling through your nose and feeling it burn as the smoke leaves through your nostrils. your hands grasp at his shoulders to pull him closer and you feel his arm lean over, setting the pipe on the table before grabbing your waist and pulling you towards him harshly. his tongue licks into your mouth when you gasp, making you shiver.

you pull back slightly, and richie mutters a soft "fuck."

you can't help but snort, despite how insanely turned on you are. "yeah, fuck." you whisper, not pulling away. he looks into your eyes and you close the gap again, hands immediately flying to the buttons on his shirt. now that you have the chance, you're not gonna let it slip.

he's even more enthusiastic than you it seems, because he lifts your shirt off quickly and then shoves you down so you're laying vertical on the couch cushions. you moan as you fall back and his body chases yours, pinning you under him. his lips are immediately sucking on the flesh of your neck and you whimper, grinding your hips up against his.

he moans under your ear softly, and you can't help but ache for him at the noise. this was so wrong.

 "this is so wrong." you mutter and richie chuckles against your chest. he hums in agreement, his hands unclipping your bra. "d’you wanna stop, princess?" he asks, leaning his head up to stare at you as he thrusts his hips slowly against your heat and you mewl. 

"no." you say shortly, trying not to act too desperate. he chuckles, his fingers coming up to pull your bra all the way off and pinch your nipple between his thumb and finger.

he kisses you again, grinding against you harshly as your fingers tangle into his hair. your bare chests are pressed together and he smells like his body wash and aftershave and a little bit of weed and it's completely intoxicating. "can you just fuck me already?" you say, feeling like if something doesn't happen soon you might explode.

"if you want it so bad then beg." he says smugly, and you're so frustrated you want to scream. "fuck you, richie." you say instead, and the smile wipes from his face. 

he raises his eyebrows and steps away from you, standing up with a tsk. "you're always such a fucking brat." he says, jaw clenched. you just look at him, clenching your thighs together in seek of some sort of relief. he points to the ground in front of him, his shirt fully unbuttoned and hanging open. your eyes rake over his torso, but he snaps to get your attention.

“get on your knees. i want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.” he says sternly and you almost whimper, giving in and sliding off the couch, onto your knees. 

richie's standing in front of you and you gaze up at him, eyes wide as you wait for him. he palms himself before pulling his pants down and then his boxers. you gulp, eyes blown wide as you take in his size. he's fucking huge, and you're not sure if he'll even fit.

he chuckles, his hand wrapping around your jaw and sliding his thumb to open your mouth. "you're going to behave." he orders. you feel yourself getting wetter by the moment. 

you nod, desperate to taste him, your mouth opening and laying your tongue out flat. he chuckles, gripping the base of his cock and slowly easing himself into your mouth. you take him in as well as you can as he stretches out your mouth. he moans lowly, muttering, "there you go." under his breath.

your hands come up to his thighs to stabilize yourself as you start to bob your head. you feel him hit the back of your throat and gag, making him groan. his hand reaches up to squeeze one of your tits, thumbing your nipple and making you moan around his cock. "right there." he mutters, his other hand lacing into your hair and holding you against him. he thrusts gently into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. you moan, your eyes start tearing up as he fucks your mouth. he slows and you start to enthusiastically bob your head, loving how he’s moaning your name above you. 

suddenly, he pulls you all the way off. you cough, a string of spit coming off. he wipes it with his thumb, giving you a grin.

"c'mere, toots." he whispers and you stumble to your feet. he pulls you into a searing kiss and you feel his cock against your bare stomach, making you whine into the kiss with need. "are you gonna be good?" he mutters and you nod against his lips. "yes." you whisper desperately.

he smirks, pushing you back onto the couch and pulling off your shorts and panties. he presses a light kiss to your swollen clit, making you take in a sharp breath. 

he hums in disappointment, "no time to tase you, princess. maybe another time. i need you right now." he says and your stomach swirls at ‘another time.’

it feels so wrong, but you're so relieved that he wants to do this again.

 he pulls your legs apart and situates himself between them, teasing your slit with his tip. "you ready?" he mumbles, and you nod desperately. he leans over and kisses your hairline surprisingly softly. "i need to hear you say it." he mumbles. your heart skips so you speak up, "y-yes. please richie. please fuck me."

he smirks, easing himself into you slowly. your hands clench his shoulders tightly, your eyes squeezing shut. he bottoms out and you're panting, raking your nails down his bare back. you feel like you're floating and the only thing keeping you down on earth is richie. you mewl, kissing under his jaw as he starts pounding into you.

 he throws your legs over his shoulders and pushes himself into you again, making you gasp. he's so big and you barely have time to adjust as he's already pumping himself into you. "shit, y/n. so tight." he hisses, his hands grabbing your breasts and rolling your nipples. 

you let out a moan, eyes closing in pleasure as he fucks you into the couch.

"richie, rich..." you mutter his name like a prayer and he tucks your hair behind your ear as he kisses you heatedly. "you close already?" he mutters, "so desperate for me. you gonna cum on your step brother's cock?" he hums as he says it and you almost scream at the pleasure as he hits you in the perfect spot. you're just nodding, your hands raking down his back and lips tucked under your teeth. his hand drops down and he rubs figure 8's on your clit, kissing you right as you hit your peak.

you clench around him, making him toss his head back with a low groan. you ride out your high, watching him as he picks up his pace thrusting into you. you start to feel sensitive as he pulls his thumb off your clit and he grabs your breasts again, watching them as he fucks into you. you start to whimper at the feeling, the sensation overwhelming as he coos, wiping your tears as they pool in your eyes. "i'm close, fuck, y/n." he mutters.

after a few thrusts, he pulls out and starts pumping himself as he moans. you quickly sink down and grab his hands, halting him and he looks at you through hooded eyes until you sink your mouth onto him, your legs shaking and feeling weak."fuck, look at you, so desperate." he mutters, his hands pushing you down on his cock. you’re gagging around him and he thrusts his hips, tears streaming down your cheeks. it’s so hot that you start to sputter around him and gag as he thrusts up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and hearing him groan your name.

he's holding your head down against him as he cums in your mouth.  you swirl your tongue on his tip, swallowing around him as you lap up the rest of his cum.

gasping as you pull off of him, he wipes your lips to clean the spit and cum off. your chest is heaving, your body weak, and you have to suck in your breaths.

 richie's hand comes up to your face, rubbing it and kissing your tears away gently. "you did so amazing, y/n. that was the hottest thing i've ever seen." he mumbles, staring at you. you can't help but smirk bashfully, your eyes catching the pipe, half of the bowl still good.

"hey... d'you want to.. finish that?" you ask, your voice broken and fucked out as you settle next to richie, gesturing to the pipe. he laughs, rubbing your arm and grabbing the lighter. "fuck yeah, i do."

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Wayv - Talking to Their Pregnant Wife’s Belly While She Sleeps

@akakasvx requested: hello I would like to know if you could write a Reaction in which the boys are talking to the reader's pregnant belly while they are sleeping and they end up waking up, I would be very grateful !! 💞😙

a/n: i’m posting this now because of the ask an anon sent in about hendery having a daughter. lucas’ is really long in comparison with the others whoops

warnings: pregnancy, female reader and like usual, not proofread

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Kun: already a dad to 5~6 people depending on if you count ten or not, plus occasionally parenting the dreamies it’s safe to say kun was more than ready to be a dad. he constantly spoke to your stomach even when you were aware of it and always had his head in a pregnancy book.

coming home he saw you sleeping, something you did more of now than ever due to approaching your 9 month of pregnancy rapidly. “hey baby,” he got down on his knees at the level of tummy, “how are my two favourite girls doing.” the sound of his harmonious laugh awoke you to the face of your loving husband glancing up at you with stars in his eyes. he went to grab your hand and kissed it, “i’m so excited to start our life together my dear”

Ten: he had decided to stay up and clean the house when you went to bed. it absolutely wasn’t dirty considering the fact he scrubbed the place top to bottom every single day. at one point you even had to tell him off for stressing you out so much with way he vigorously cleaned even after getting home from practice.

finally satisfied he got into bed with you, slightly bitter at the fact that you were now favouring your body pillow over him. he looked over to you and spoke softly to your baby bump, “your mom really hates me huh?” you were half asleep and could only responded in a slurred “i still love you dumbass.” he hid his face in your back and pulled you closer, trying to ignore the butterflies he still got for you.

Winwin: you two had been through so much together, including having to go through three wedding venues simply because they kept canceling on you. that was all in the past now though and you got through it by leaning on each other. you were both blessings to each other, fans would often comment on how much more affectionate sicheng was now. that new found confidence of course didn’t stop him from being embarrassed at the small things.

you had caught him red handed speaking to your unborn child, his voice soft and high pitched. sicheng looked at you and nervously laughed, reaching out to grab your hand to ground himself. he avoided looking at you when you told him it was okay and that you found it nice.

Lucas: the pregnancy was hard on you. every time you ate something you would vomit, that’s why it came as such a relief to both of you when the eighth month came along. you knew you wouldn’t have to struggle with this much longer. yukhei would always do his best though, if you needed something he would be right there, even going so far to miss work occasionally. you always berated him for it, saying it was more important that he focused on his career because after you gave birth he would have less time to do so. secretly you loved it though, it was always nice having someone hold your hair out of your face as you threw up and brought you water afterwards.

that’s what was going on right now. “lucas, i think i need to go lie down,” you said weakly. he gave you a soft grin and kissed your forehead, helping you up from the bathroom floor into your king sized bed. “i’ll go get you some water, okay?” he spoke to you softly, hoping to ease your pain. before he even got back to your room you were out like a light. he liked seeing you sleep, it seemed to be the only time you fully looked content with life. he put the glass on the bedside table and leaned down to your baby bump, “you give mommy a lot of trouble you know? i hope you can make it up for it when you come out and meet up,” he chuckled. you woke up to the sound of laughter and cleared your throat, alerting yukhei to your consciousness. his grin stretched ear to ear for you, moving up to face you and cuddle. it was moments like this that made pregnancy and married life so worth it.

Xiaojun: Dejun loved singing, what he loves even more though is singing to your unborn baby. he didn’t do it often but when he did it was always in english and/or your native language. simply due to this fact you were shocked to awake to soft singing not in any of the aforementioned languages. he was singing a cantonese lullaby.

“you don’t usual sing in cantonese,” you piped up. it was clear he was flustered, he looked like a fish out of water and began tripping over his words. “well, our baby is going to learn my language too so may as well start them early!” he chuckled, giving you a soft peck.

Hendery: wayv had thrown you an impromptu baby shower. it was amazing how they managed to pull it off without even your husband knowing. there were gifts, games and a whole lot of teasing directed at hendery. now though you had to leave as you had an appointment with your ob/gyn in the morning. bidding the boys a much longer than needed fair well you head out into the parking garage.

you could feel yourself falling asleep as soon as you got into the passenger seat. kunhang noticed this and turned down the music, opting to let you sleep in peace. the drive home wasn’t too long, you both chose the apartment you were living in simply due to the proximity to the SM building. he leaned over and whispered something you didn’t catch to your stomach. when you “confronted him” he hid his hands in embarrassment, having a soft grin that light up his entire face.

Yangyang: it was a happy accident. you two had been dating for a few years now and well, you messed up and ended up pregnant. no one was all that shocked, kun was just disappointed. although when you told the boys ten burst out laughing saying “you didn’t wrap your willy silly!?” to yangyang and you’re pretty sure you saw kun’s eyes darken a few shades in rage at the comment. both of you opted not to take the shotgun wedding approach and get married after you gave birth to the baby, something that couldn’t come sooner in both of your minds.

you were both lounging on the couch watching wedding themed shows in hopes to gain some inspiration from them. being pregnant was tiring though and you ended up closing your eyes on the arm of your sofa. yangyang smiled at you, gently speaking not to you but your unborn child, “bunny i’m so excited to meet you and have you at our wedding.” you looked to him and agreed. he was not expecting that and became increasingly flustered each second that passed. “i uh,” he mumbled, eyes going wide, “i thought you were asleep!”

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oof i know you said not to ask you for music recs, but i legit just made a spotify a few days ago because i want in on all the playlists with extremely long names so could you maybe gimme some stuff please 👉👈?? (idk if this part is necessary but I like rock and the Very Specific genre that is love songs with religious imagery and, as to be expected, Gay Songs.)

I'm not sure what kind of rock music you're into, so I'll give you a good starter list of both hard rock/mellow metal and soft rock, as well as some good 80's rock and oldies alternative music.. as for love songs with religious imagery, I'm not sure if you're open to songs in languages other than English (most of my religious love songs are either Hozier or assorted Italian songs) but I do have a good amount of gay songs for you!! Sorry in advance for the hellstorm this list is going to be.

Without further ado:

For rock songs, we have..

20/20 by Crown The Empire

Adore by Numenorean

Adrenalize by In This Moment

Against The Wall by Seether(acoustic ver.)

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant

All I Had To Lose by Mark Morton and Mark Morales

All My Friends by Creeper

All The Same by Sick Puppies

Angel by Theory of a Deadman

Angels Fall by Breaking Benjamin

Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab

Anger Left Behind by Atreyu

Another Life by Motionless in White

Ashes of Eden by Breaking Benjamin

Awake and Alive by Skillet

Bartzabel by Behemoth

Big Tings by Skindred

The Black by Asking Alexandria

Black Smoke Rising by Greta Van Fleet

Black Wedding by In This Moment

Bleeding In The Blur by Code Orange

Blind by Saint Asonia

Blood by Breaking Benjamin

Blood Eagle by Periphery

Bloodline by Inferious

Bloody by Five Finger Death Punch

Blue Lies by Year of The Knife

The Blue, The Green by Lonely The Brave

Blurry by Puddle of Mudd

Bother by Stone Sour

Bow Down by I Prevail

Breakdown by Tantric

Break In by Hailstorm

Breaking The Silence by Breaking Benjamin

Broken by Seether and Amy Lee (personal fav)

Burn it Down by Silverstein and Caleb Shomo

Burn it Down by Five Finger Death Punch

Bury Me Alive by Breaking Benjamin

California Dreaming by Hollywood Undead

Call Me by Shinedown

Carry The Weight by We Came As Romans

C'est La Vie by Protest The Hero

Choke by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Chop Suey! by System of a Down

Cirice by Ghost

Click Click Boom by Saliva

Close to Heaven by Breaking Benjamin

Cold Like War by We Came As Romans

Comatose by Skillet

Comedown by Bush

Crawl by Breaking Benjamin

Crawling in The Dark by Hoobastank

Cross Off by Mark Morton and Chester Bennington

Cry Little Sister by Seasons After

Cut the Cord by Shinedown

Cutthroat by blessthefall

Dance Macabre by Ghost

Dark by Breaking Benjamin

Darlin' by Goodbye June

Dawn by Breaking Benjamin

A Day in My Life by Five Finger Death Punch

Dear Agony - Aurora Ver. by Breaking Benjamin and Lacey Sturm

Deathbox by Mnemic

Defeated by Breaking Benjamin

Demon Rat by BackWordz

Demons Are A Girl's Best Friend by Powerwolf

DEVIL by Shinedown

The Devil's Bleeding Crown by Volbeat

The Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin

Dignity by Opeth

Disarm-Remastered by The Smashing Pumpkins

Don't Need You - Edit by Bullet For My Valentine

Don't Tell Me What To Dream by God Forbid

I think that should be good.. this post is getting super duper long so let's move on to love songs..

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier

Beige by Yoke Lore

Come Sono by Albert

End of Time by Johnny Stimson and Gisel

Foreigners God by Hozier

From Eden by Hozier

A few of the rock songs above have religious themes, so those can technically fit this section too

Finally, gay songs!

Suddenly I See by KT Tunstall

Secret by Chelsea Lankes

I Think She Knows by Kaki King

Sick of Losing Soulmates by dodie

Night Go Slow by Catie Shaw

I Was an Island by Allison Weiss

She by Jen Foster

Explosion by Zolita

She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert

Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko

Jenny by Studio Killers

Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko

strangers by lovelytheband

If I'm Being Honest by dodie

Human by dodie

In The Middle by dodie

In My Dreams by Ruth B.

Rhythm of Love by Plain White T's

I'm The Only One by Melissa Etheridge

Pink Lemonade by The Wombats

Shimmer by Fuel

She by dodie

Why by Annie Lennox

Get Here by Oleta Adams

That's What Love is For by Amy Grant

All Woman by Lisa Stansfield

Save The Best For Last by Vanessa Williams

Someone Else's Eyes by Aretha Franklin

Happy Ever After by Julia Fordham

Dance Without Sleeping by Melissa Etheridge

All I Wanna Do by Sheryl Crow

Coming Around Again by Carly Simon

Walking Away A Winner by Kathy Mattea

I'll Be Your Shelter by Taylor Dayne

The Best by Tina Turner

Only A Girl by Gia Woods

Pretty Girl by Hayley Kiyoko

Tea For Two by Pink Martini

Radiant Warmth by Miki Ratsula

July by HUNNY

Heart Break by Brittany Brannock (I love her so much you have no idea)

That should be plenty to get you started! Hope you like the lists!

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Download PUBG game for PC for free Download PUBG

تحميل لعبة ببجي للكمبيوتر 2020

Download the game PUBG for the computer, a game called PUBG or PUBG or PUBG as many searches for it PUBG and in English PLAYER UNKNOWN'S BATTLEGROUNDS which sparked uproar since its release in late 2017 and which is one of the games flammable in the sense that immediately after its release it won millions and millions of downloads and became the audience of social media sites From YouTube, Facebook, and the TWITCH platform they only talk about it, meaning that it has become the talk of the world in a very short period and attracted all young people to it. Download the game PUBG for the computer of the type of survival games for the better, meaning you and a group of players consisting of 100 players. T at the beginning of the year 2018 became the game available on all devices starting from the PC and PlayStation and Xbox and Android phones and iPhone and in the lines coming you will learn more about the game and how to play and everything in detail as we brought you explain how to download and Play it on the free computer.

Download PUBG game for PC : تحميل لعبة ببجي للكمبيوتر

تحميل لعبة ببجي للكمبيوتر About PUBG game for PC PUBG Game (Player Anyones Battle Grounds) is a game developed and produced by PUBG Corporation, where it started its first version on December 20, 2017 for Windows, then moved to Xbox One, and then in the beginning of 2018 it released two versions of mobile phones for both iPhone and Android And the game on phones is not much different from the computer with the same design, shape, idea of ​​the game and lands, and everything just differs on the mobile graphics a little and the idea of ​​the game revolves around a new playing system called Battleground or last man standing, i.e. staying for the last person or another team, whoever loses leaves the game and begins a new role It is very special and pubg game free download for pc Easy.

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PUBG PUBG for PC When you enter the game, you define your personality by choosing it in terms of determining gender, skin color, hair, and features. After entering the first gym in the game, you specify if you want to play individually, i.e. solo or with teams, i.e. squad, after that identification you move to The readiness zone Here, 100 people are gathered, and they are the number of players in the match, to prepare them and collect them before starting after which the battle begins since you get off the plane and you determine the landing place to search for the appropriate weapons and start the battle to become the last person left alive.

How to play PUBG In this part, we will explain everything step-by-step from the start of downloading the pubg game to the computer with a direct link until you go to the battlefield and how to become the last person alive to become before downloading the game you have sufficient information about it so that it does not take a long time to learn and understand it and we have provided you all of this in This is the information we will give you through our long experience in pubg pc game

Select the game mode There is more than one position in the PUBG game, which is playing alone or playing with a group of friends, or makes a random selection in return, in addition, you specify if you want to play against people individually or against a group, and this is up to you, but it is better to start playing in the team or group mode SQUAD This is because it is easy to help you when you die and bring you back to life again because every person who is short of blood does not die if he has a team that keeps him alive for a period of time in an attempt to bring him back from someone with him in the team because the person who killed him did not complete his elimination.

Determine where to get off Download the PUBG game for the computer for free, which is where all the players are collected in a plane that runs straight around the entire map randomly, which is a large map that contains many places and suburbs and everything you need to specify the place you want to go down and jump but be careful and jump In a place where not many people are present to collect weapons and equipment quickly and then chase down the enemies so that you are not killed at the beginning of the game and your Rank points decrease.

Image when riding the plane to determine the place to get off Image when riding the plane to determine the place to get off Weapons in the game The number of weapons in the game is 21 weapons and the number of additions is 38 addition, which makes the weapon fixed with you during aiming and hitting, including from the treasury that bears a number of shots greater and there are shields of protection and helmets that increase your blood and there is also in the game first aid which increases your blood if I was injured, and the types of weapons differ between machine guns, snipers, pistols, and single-shot weapons such as SHOTGUN, and each weapon has use in the game, it is preferred to use machine guns to target people near and medium-sized and the use of snipers for distant targets because one shot of them may end the enemy's life completely There are also backup weapons like a knife and a frying pan, etc. You can use them when a person appears in front of you at the beginning of the gym and you did not find any of the weapons except this frying pan so you can eliminate it with it.

Read also: The most powerful weapon in the PUBG game

AKM weapon in PUBG game Duration of the gym The duration of the gym does not exceed 30 minutes often due to the game system that reduces the combat zone and forces you to move to a smaller area to meet the rest of the players to the point that at the end of the gym the map size reaches 1 * 1 meter and if you do not escape from the place that was reduced it is a decrease in your blood level until your life ends Completely you should pay attention in the event that a notice appears that the area you are in will be shrunk and you have to move to the safe area which is called SAFE ZONE.

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Money and currencies Money, currencies and gold do not affect the game nor

Money, coins and gold do not affect the game and do not give you preference. All you can do with it is to change your personality or buy some clothes found in stores such as shoes, shirts, and pants. You can also buy them with luck boxes. This contains many clothes inside and you have one piece that is chosen for you randomly ( And you are your luck.

Red Zone bombing area Maybe you will not be lucky if the area you are in is the shelling area or RED ZONE, it appears randomly on the map in different places of the game and the area is bombed with many missiles and if only one missile hits you, you will be eliminated if your area is an ally of luck you have to run quickly Either get out of this area or take cover in any neighboring house until this bombing ends.

A picture from the Red Zone bombing area A picture from the Red Zone bombing area New models In the recent period, a lot of new items and places have been added to the game, including War Mode, which is a choice of uniforms and uniform weapons for the team, and it starts playing with a certain number of the team, and the most team gets points (by killing or helping your friends) and reaches To the number of 100 points in terms of the team, he wins this mod, which is very fun, and you can play with your friends collectively, and there is also a new mod that is called Mini Map, and you go down with 100 people in the pubg game for computers and mobile phones, and it is in a place Small selector and you start to win and it is harder than regular mode.

Video explanation of downloading and playing PUBG for PC We also return to you that we provide the best useful explanations and videos from the site so that you can download and play the games you want with ease, in this video we explain simply how to download a game for the computer easily and run the game in front of you immediately and if you have a problem in the game or a problem in running Any program can leave your comment, whether it is here or on the site, and we will reply to you as soon.

PUBG requirements Recommended operating requirements

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Operating system: 64-bit Windows 7, Windows 8.1, Windows 10 Processor: Intel Core i3-4340 / AMD FX-6300 Memory: 6 GB RAM Graphics: Nvidia GeForce GTX 660 2GB / AMD Radeon HD 7850 2GB DirectX: Ver 11 Network: Broadband Internet connection Storage: 30 GB available space Download PUBG PC for PC Download the webpage link from Game Loop Download PUBG For PC for PC New link from GameLoop After clicking on the previous link to download a game for the computer, the official website page opens with you, click the Download button as shown in the picture

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Relax, Stay Calm and Breathe

I made my first creepypasta story! It includes Kagekao, Puppeteer & Zachary, Seed Eater, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack and Dr.Smiley! (my version)

No real warnings other than a bit of angst and a tiny bit of shipping at the end.

I put translations for Kagekao so you can understand, keep in mind I used a translator so the translations are probably off but I have the English versions of what he meant to say next to it so excuse any mistakes!

Kagekao by Jinbeizamezama, Puppeteer and Zachary by BleedingHeartworks and ‘Dr Smiley’ (original, not my fanon ver) by KotoriOtome.

"これは楽しいゲームです！" (This is a fun game!) Kagekao spoke, his mask grinning happily, "Kage, nobody understands what you're saying" Puppeteer commented, sitting in his string hammock lazily, making Painter look away from his painting. "don't be so harsh, Puppet, he's a Japanese demon, give him a break." He added in, re-adjusting his mask and clearing his throat before continuing with his 'art.' "I could give him a surgery~!" Smiley chimed, Puppeteer rolled his eyes "Smiley, nobody wants a surgery from you.'' he remarked snarkily, making Kagekao's mask frown "そんなに失礼なことはありません！" (don't be so rude!) He complained, nudging Puppeteer a bit, who turned around and smacked Kagekao in the face.

"HEY!" Painter dropped his brush and ran over to Puppeteer, dragging him back as Smiley helped Kagekao to his foot, who fell when he got hit. "What's your problem!?" Painter exclaimed, forcing Puppeteer to turn around and look at him, he crossed his arms and looked away "He deserved it, f-" Painter put a hand to the Puppeteers mouth "Don't." he warned, the other glared, swatted his hand away and stormed off.

Painter quickly helped Smile comfort Kagekao, who was quite surprised and shaken up from getting attacked. "Are you okay?" He asked in a quiet tone, Kage hugged him tightly and started visibly shaking, Smile shot a concerned look at Painter, who sighed and started rubbing Kage's back "It's okay." He hushed, holding the scared demon to his chest.

"I've never seen Puppet act like that, you think he's...uh" Smile did a swirl motion with his finger against his head, Painter shrugged "Maybe, he's never been a stable one, that's for sure." He mumbled, not wanting to raise his voice too much "Help me calm Kage down first, then we can talk to him. I got his Puppet's numbers so I'll call them later" He explained simply, Smile nodded, and the two of them started walking the shaky demon back to Painter's house.

About an Hour later... "Finally, he's asleep" Painter muttered, Smile sighed with relief and sat on the edge of the bed where Kagekao was now asleep "By the way, we never shared names, right?" He mentioned, Painter sat down next to him and nodded "Guess not." There was a short pause before Painter got up and stood in front of Smile, who also got his feet "We should start with formal introductions."Painter held out a hand "My name's Helen, Helen Otis" Smile took his hand and shook it gladly "Devin, Devin Grin" He introduced himself, both spent a moment shaking hands before putting their hands back into their pockets and glancing around awkwardly.

"Well, now that we've gotten that out of the way, we should probably go find Puppeteer." Painter, or rather, Helen spoke up after an awkward minute, Devin cleared his throat and nodded,  adjusting his grinning mask. "You said you have Zach's number?" He asked Helen, who nodded "Yup, Zach gave me his number in case Puppet got mad, and we needed help." He explained simply, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and dialling who Devin presumed to be Zachary.

"Hey, Zachary, yup, Puppeteer got mad. We dunno, Can you help? Yeah?" Great, thanks, see you in 10." Helen spoke on the phone for a minute before putting it down and nodding "He should be round in a few minutes, For now, we should get some food. It's been a few hours since I last ate." Both nodded and, after checking Kagekao once more, headed into the surprisingly normal apartment that Helen was living in "Wow, this place is so...normal" Devin seemed surprised at this, seeing as how weird the other two rooms in said apartment was, "Mhm, a nice little place in a calm little town, great for covering up your tracks."

"What'd you want?" Helen asked once they approached the kitchen, Devin shrugged "What'd you fancy?" He asked half-jokingly, Painter nodded before entering the curtained kitchen "Take a seat, make yourself at home!" He called over his shoulder to Devin. Smile looked around and laid on the fine satin couch after kicking off his shoes, not wanting to be impolite, Helen, after a few minutes, came back out with a tray of toast and two cups "Tea?" He asked, placing the tray on the coffee table. "Oh uh yeah sure" Devin adjusted his seating, so he wasn't taking up the whole couch, taking a slice of toast and pulling down his mask "So uh...why are you being so..." Smile trailed off, unable to find any non-insulting word. "Normal?" Painter asked, removing his mask and taking a sip of the probably scalding-hot tea, Devin flinched "Uh, yeah."

Painter chuckled and placed the cup down "Because I'm sick of being seen as a weirdo, a...a freak, y'know?" He sighed, Smile nodded and wiped his mouth "I get it. I'm just not really used to being treated like an actual person and not a..." He trailed off "....creepypasta" They synced, Devin took a deep breath before continuing eating, letting Painter vent.

and He did, for about 20 minutes before there was a knock on the door "Oh, coming!" Helen chimed, getting up and answering it "Hey Zachary, nice to see you!" He spoke to the out of view Proxy, presumably making small talk, but Devin was too focused on the weirdly calm feeling the apartment gave him, he didn't trust it yet he felt so...human. "Hey Doc, I got Puppet's location" Zachary sat down next to him "Ugh, just call me Smile." Devin groaned, not wanting to be known by his name by anyone but Helen, as he trusted him, despite the unusual calmness.

"So, he's about 40 minutes away, Slender's forest, I think," Zach explained, flexing his bruised and slightly bloody hand subconsciously, as a doctor, Smile couldn't help but worry. "Right, how are we going to get there? I'm certainly not going on foot." Smile asked, relaxing a bit when Painter sat down too "Well, Jeff said he'll drive us since he has a car." Zach explained, adjusting the strap of his mask, both boys sighed with relief "Well, at least We didn't get Masky." Painter joked, putting his mask back on, Smile suppressed a chuckle as he put his mask back over his mouth.

"So, how long is he gonna be?" He asked, Zach checked his phone "Knowing Jeff and his care for road safety laws, about 10 minutes." He stated, Painter snickered and nodded "Yup, sounds like Jeff." He joked, so for another 10 minutes, they chatted about Kagekao and his state until they heard the roar of Jeff's engine

"Speaking of, that sounds like him" Zach commented, getting up and gesturing for the boys to follow "Wait, what about-" Painter began "Rake will take care of him, don't worry," Zach answered, already heading down the stairs to the ground floor "Sup!" Jeff signalled them over from his car, blood red with black and white stripes going down the hood and (convertible) roof, he obviously had the hood down and was wearing sunglasses, which Zach rolled his eyes at. "Yeah yeah, jeff, we get it, you're sooo cool with your 1970s convertible," Zach remarked, which made Painter laugh, who jumped in the back seat. "Zach gets shotgun!" Jeff exclaimed as Smile got in and did his seat belt, to which he noticed Jeff wasn't wearing his.

"Jeff, you're going to get yourself killed if you're not careful." He commented bluntly, Jeff waved him off without even looking at him "Yeah whatever, let's just get back to the mansion, Me and Ben are gonna be playing video games later, and I'm not missing it!" He laughed and stepped fully on the pedal, Smile shook his head and muttered: "We're gonna die."

"Wait, Aren't we gonna take 40 minutes anyway?" Painter asked, Jeff thought for a moment and grinned "ROAD SAFETY LAWS PREPARE TO BE IGNORED!" He yelled, somehow going even faster "how long have you wanted to quote that show?" Zach asked in a monotone, nearly emotionless voice "YEARS." Jeff laughed and whooped as they sped past traffic.

About 20 minutes later, after some singing from Jeff and Painter (much to the embarrassment of Zach and Smile) and psycho driving, they arrived at the mansion's parking lot. Which, in reality, was an old dirt clearing Slendy cleared out a while back. Painter laughed "WE GOTTA DO THAT AGAIN!" He yelled with enthusiasm "HELL YEAH!" Jeff responded with the same bat-sh*t crazy enthusiasm. "And we are never doing that again," Zach said in the same flat voice as he usually has "Agreed" Smile mumbled, his heart going so fast he genuinely thought he was dead for a bit.

"Let's just go find Puppet." Zach sighed and got out, Smile and the other two following, Jeff hurried ahead "Im'a go, Cya punks!" He called back over his shoulder as he ran off in the direction of the mansion. Smile sighed "That guy is gonna be the death of himself with those kinds of driving methods." He muttered under his breath, Painter whined "Aw you two are no fun!" he complained, leaning against Smile. He blushed and put an arm around the Painter's waist subconsciously, Zach rolled his eyes "Get a room you two." He remarked flatly.

Painter snickered while Smile went several shades of red before pulling his hand away, crossing his arms and quickening his pace "Ugh shut up!" He elbowed Zachary in the ribs and sighed with annoyance "Where is he anyway? You said you knew where he was." He groaned, glancing at the dark seemingly endless forest "Calm down and stop complaining, I got it," Zach said, his flat tone getting weirdly uncomfortable, he lead them deep into the woods, a part Smile swore he'd never even heard of before. "what the hell is that." He asked suddenly, stopping in his path, Zach stopped and glanced to where Smile was looking: a huge brown and greyish-green beast laid a few feet away from them, listening to The Puppeteer vent "....I think that's the seed eater, Jack's new pet, it eats kids." Zach explained bluntly, Painter visibly shuddered, and Smile gave a look of horror and disgust at the creature. "Well, I guess we found Puppeteer," Zach added, whistling loudly to get their attention, Seed Eater jumped to its feet and snarled, Puppet whipped its side with his strings and glared at his Proxy angrily.

"Zach. Why are they here?" He spat, venom in his voice "They were worried you might hurt someone...or yourself." Zach mumbled the last part quietly, Puppet scoffed "Yeah right, they couldn't care less about me!" He snarled, tears obviously staining his face "Then why have you been crying?" Zach stated flatly, gesturing to the water stains on his Boss's cheeks. Puppet stumbled over his words, sputtered and looked away "I HAVE NOT" he declared angrily, obviously trying not to tear up again "I-I'M A DEADLY PHANTOM THAT SHOULD BE FEARED, I CANT FEEL SADNESS." He tried to yell, his voice noticeably shaky, as well as himself as he started to shake. "Hey, it's okay, you don't need to-" Painter tried to approach, but Puppeteer backed away "NO GET AWAY FROM ME! D-DONT T-TOUCH ME!" He backed himself up to a tree and crouched down, starting to cry uncontrollably. Painter ignored his threat and slowly approached him, kneeling down and putting a hand on his shoulder, Puppet froze and looked up at him, golden tears down his cheeks "It's okay, we won't hurt you." He reassured the crying ghost, who was in his physical form now and trying to hide his crying, to little success "I-i'm not...c-crying..." He sobbed, stifling his sobs into his arms as he hugged his knees shakily "hey now, come here, I got you" Painter kept his voice level and full of understanding, no pity or hate at all.

Smile sat down next to Puppeteer and put an arm around him quietly, rubbing his back. "What'd he say?" Zach asked Seed Eater, who replied in a language neither of the boys understood, but he nodded along and thanked the beast, who returned the action and disappeared into the woods. "It's alright Boss, you can cry. Your not weak" He tried to put on a warm tone, but it didn't really work "I-i'm...sorry...I'm sorry." Puppet apologised, shaking his head, Painter held him in his arms and hushed him quietly "It's okay, everyone's fine, nobody's hurt." Painter reassured his friend, rubbing circles into his back comfortingly "C'mon, let's get you home." He muttered, looking to Zach, who nodded and ripped a paper off one of the trees.

A tall, pale, faceless figure appeared, Zach nodded when the figure glanced at him, despite not having a face, and kneeled down to the four of them "Thank you" It told Painter, then teleported the four boys back to Painter's apartment.

----------------- In the Apartment... Rake sat on the dresser, watching Kagekao silently, hunched over and occasionally glancing out the window, he dropped to the floor and crawled over to the bed, stroking the side of Kagekao's mask. "Good demon." he rasped, his voice light-toned but quiet enough for him to strain his voice.

Kage woke up and groaned at the sight of Rake "ここはどこ？" (Where am I?" He asked, unsure of Rake's Japanese "Paint's" It responded simply, not really speaking much of any language. "画家？ 彼はどこにいますか？" (Painter? Where is he?) Kage asked, turning on his back and sitting up, patting his mask a bit to check it's still on "Find Puppet" Rake rasped again, both of them jumping at the loud swearing yell that came from the living room, both of them fell out the bed. "Found him" Rake commented, shaking his head as he struggled to get up. "マザーファッカー..." Kage swore, stumbling to his feet and clearing his voice "このゲームはそれほど楽しいものではありません" (this game is not so much fun) He commented, rubbing his head painfully ----------- Zach fell face-first into the floor when they got teleported, he swore loudly, and an audible thud came from upstairs "I think they're awake..." Smile mumbled, helping Painter and Puppet to the couch "There there, I got you" Painter mumbled to him, holding him on the sofa softly.

"静かにしてください。 あなたは私を起こした。" (please be quieter, you woke me up.) Kagekao requested as he made his way downstairs, adjusting his mask and scarf "Hey Kage, sorry, Zach fell." Smile explained simply, letting Kage sit down "You feeling better? Need a checkup?" He asked, Kage shook his head and yawned "いいえ、大丈夫です。" (no, it's okay.) He told the doctor, glancing at Puppet, his mask frowned. "He's fine, just a bit shaken and emotional, we'll put him to bed in a bit" Zach commented, rubbing his mask painfully "Sorry I woke you," He said flatly, unable to really put sympathy in his voice.

"さて、私たちは食べることができますか？ 私はお腹が空いています。" (well, can we eat? I'm starving.) Kage requested, Smile nodded and went off to grab some food from the kitchen, Puppet's sobbing stopped a few minutes later, and he eventually passed out. "I'll put him to bed, I got a spare room." Painter got up and carried the sleeping ghost to presumably the spare room, Kage, Smile and Zach sat and talked while he did so. ---------- [Painter's POV] I kneeled on the bedside and laid Puppet down, he was surprisingly light for a passed out body.  I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair before getting up, but he grabbed onto my arm and pulled me back to the bed "Wh-?" Puppet hugged me in his sleep, mumbling something about loving me in his sleep, I blushed and shrugged. "Oh well, I'm tired anyway." I yawned, stroking his hair softly as we both curled up and I soon fell asleep.

[Kagekao's POV] I can sense a calming aura coming off one of the rooms in the apartment, it's been a few minutes after Painter put Puppet to sleep, so I presume he also fell asleep. Smile yawned and rubbed his eyes tiredly, a sleepy aura coming off him "Tired so soon?" I ask, probably in Japanese for them, luckily he and Zach can understand me. "It's been a long day, Kage. I'm gonna sleep in his bed, you coming?" He requests, I nod and get up, glancing at Zach, who shakes his head, "No thanks, I have to get home before Emra realises we're both gone." He explains, I nod and follow Smile up the stairs into the room I was just sleeping in, Rake isn't there anymore....shame.

"Well, Today was certainly eventful." Smile comments, taking off his doctor coat, tie and mask "I slept through most of it." I joke, removing my scarf. "What, aren't you gonna take your mask off?" Smile frowns, gesturing to my mask. I freeze and gulp, rubbing the back of my neck nervously "Uh well..." I begin "I'm a demon, not really...comfortable taking off the mask." I explain to the best of my abilities, still in fluent Japanese. "Surely It's uncomfortable to wear all the time, right?" He asks, I feel the mask frown, and I growled "I'm. Not. Comfortable. With. It. off."

He flinched and nodded "Yeah, okay, I won't push you." He lays on the bed and turns on his side to face away from me, which I use to my advantage in changing my clothes. As Painter left some on the nightstand for me earlier. I could have sworn I heard him purr at me though. When I do eventually lay down and turn on my side to face him, I jump as he's about 3 inches away from my face...he's awake, I know it. I can feel like smug aura coming off him. "Hmph." I grab him, and he opens his eyes with a jolt "Wh- Kage!?" I smirk as he struggles in my grip, I pin him down, and my vision goes blurry for a moment before everything went black. I must have passed out. ------------- [Smiley's POV] "Goddamn it Kage!" I exclaim as the demon passes out on my chest, I can feel my cheeks blush, but I ignore it and close my eyes, trying to sleep. That's when I hear the window open and something crawl inside, I presume its just Rake, but when I feel something touch my side, I open my eyes and see a blue masked face looking down at me.

"....Jack." I growl, he takes a step back "oops" he shrugs, and I glare at him until he climbs out the window and leaves. But it turns out the Rake was also there because I saw him lay next to me and Kage after Jack left. "Can't I get one good night of sleep?" I ask rhetorically and somewhat sarcastically, Rake apologies weakly and I eventually fall asleep holding the demon a bit too comfortingly, but he didn't seem to mind.

[mingyaus]

vacaychimchim

series vacation bts (also lowkey a part of bts @ night)

summary it’s a kinda angsty late night beach trip w ya boy(friend) jimin

paring pjm x reader

genre angst, some fluff, idol!jimin, childhood!acquaintances (uh this isn’t super relevant, just some small background, like they knew each other as kids but weren’t super close, but can bond over niche things)

word count almost 1k! (drabble status)

author’s note i actually wrote 2 vers of jimin’s @ night because he’s my everything and deserves more of everything. i liked the plot sm that i decided to make the bullet points into a whole one-shot. :)) also belated BDay to my ult, my sun, my world. vacation bts is a new series, and i will post a series masterlist soon !!

You told him it would be nice to have a break at home in the town where you grew up together. Both of you are usually out of town for work. Him more often due to his constant travelling that comes with being an idol. Despite living so close together, you are usually separated. It hasn’t been a super long relationship, but common pasts stemming from your younger days in your hometown draw you two together. During this break, both of you returned to the place you grew up, mostly to spend time with family. The thing about your town is that it spans many miles, and you happen to live on one end, and he on the other. Because of this unfortunate distance, you’re not super pleased when he asks you to drive all the way to his house in the late, late hours of the night. Hopefully your parents don’t mind seeing your car (actually it’s more like teenager!you’s car because you have now been blessed with enough bonuses and overtimes to have bought your own car, which is sitting in a garage in your current city) missing in the morning. After leaving your house as quietly as possible, you grant your boyfriend’s request and stealthily snatch him from his home. Feeling an itch to get outside, you park your car near his home and then end up walking to the nearby beach.

“F-for Christ’s sake, it’s spring. How is it this cold?” Jimin’s stuttering. The bench you two have settled down on is hard and cold, but Jimin still keeps his arms wrapped around you, a warm cocoon mostly formed by his oversized hoodie that’s covering the two of you like a blanket. You turn your head to face his, and you’re looking in his eyes squinted closed because sand threatens to blow into his eyes, and yours as well.

“It’s the wind. It’s windy.” You’re squinting too now. He opens his eyes a little wider braving the risk of sand-in-eye to seek your lips with his eyes. Jimin tries to bend down for a kiss, but you turn your head away. “No way, Jimin. Your breath stinks, worse than your morning breath.”

“I mean, it’s technically morning.” And you feel a hand at your side, trying to pry open the small purse you brought along. Jimin knows its contents almost as well as you because that purse is with you more often than Jimin is, and the boy can be forgetful and clumsy, and you always have what he needs right in that bag. He finds what he wants and pulls it up holding the gum pack between both of your faces.

“You wake me up at 3:46 am to drive all the way over here to comfort you and now you’re stealing my gum.” You roll your eyes, and take the pack from him to reveal the one stick left inside.

“To be fair, your breath stinks too.” He takes out the stick, and you two split it. By the time, you get the empty pack stuffed back into your purse, he’s got you so close you’re practically in his lap. This time he manages to steal a kiss on your cheek. It’s consensual though. You low key wanted it now that his breath is all half-minty.

And of course now you two are kissing, taking a breathing break every few seconds using the waves crashing onto the beach as a timer. The full moon reflects beautifully over the water. Neither of you notice. You’re too stuck in your head trying to concentrate on Jimin’s plush lips and chaste touches, but you’re also doing double time trying to think about why he called you over. He wouldn’t wake you up at 3:46 am for no reason, though you don’t want to prod right away. Perhaps it’s the stress of visiting home. His family loves him, and he them, but there’s always the lingering sadness knowing the joyful reunion will only be temporary.  Another factor of stress could be the fact he has to hide himself day and night, basically any time he goes out because the popularity BTS has collected.

Howls, and scurrying noises cause you two to peel away from each other.

“How about we take a walk instead?” Jimin suggests, and then he takes your hand as both of you move farther inland, grateful to be getting away from the irritant sand. Walking in silence, hand in hand you hear more scurries and giggles. Though under the streetlights you can tell the sounds are just coming from teenagers sneaking out past curfew. Others occasionally appear around corners, but you two are the stars of the night, silently walking hand in hand, sometimes arm and arm when the wind starts blowing again.

Still, you’re walking in a residential area, a nice one because it’s close to the beach. You don’t feel your safety threatened, but you two still stay quiet, the loudest sound being muffled giggles that escape your mouths. You’re trying to make him open up because you want to support him, and cheer him up. You do so through close hugs and smiles hidden by the night. When you two make it back to your car parked almost in front of his house, close enough to the beach though, he’s shedding a few tears admitting his premature grief for leaving his family and you soon.

“This sucks.” You sigh, and then praise him for his admittance knowing that will also help him cheer up. Jimin lets out more words bleeding out of his emotional state, and you try to respond properly. Eventually, you move him inside the car. You at the driver’s seat, him at shotgun. The car’s off, but still provides more warmth and shelter than his sweatshirt did outside. And it’s nearly 4:30 am your smartphone says, but there’s no time to sleep when you’re so alive in this tragic conversation.

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[mouser26]

An oldie but a goodie

So in light of realizing I really don’t have a lot of Mags stories on here I decided to go dig through my old DA account and see if anything survived since I wasn’t the best at cross posting from Y!...and now I feel old cause Y! went down in 2016 and now is back apparently....so yeah  ANYWAYS!!!! Enjoy a gently edited (oh god this was posted how long with those errors?!) first time I and Foxy ever collabed from Nov 2008 aka the First time Mags and Cassius met The Barcrawl ( and to any new readers.....yeah Cassius just talks like that 

Cassius hated Canadian pubs. They insisted on calling them bars, and they never had the right food. How was a guy supposed to enjoy his beer without a proper accompaniment? And why had the yellow insisted on meeting here?

“Oy! You in the purple!” a strident woman’s voice rang out. “Your people tried to blow up my brother!”

“Dat’s righ’,” Cassius rumbled, sipping his beer, “but not me pers’nally. I doan do good wit splosives.”

“Well, I don’t see anyone else here,” she retorted. “Maybe I ought to take a down payment in lumps out of you!”

“I warns yer, lady,” Cassius growled. “I’s tougher dan I looks.”

“You don’t look so tough to me!” Magenta challenged.

“Wow, mouffy AN’ blind,” Cassius rumbled. “You got it bad, sister.”

Magenta’s face grew rosy to where it matched her hat and vest. Without another word, she picked up an unoccupied barstool and brought it down on Cassius’s head.

Cassius didn’t flinch; he took his beer bottle and smashed Magenta across the face, sending her soaring towards the leisure section of the bar.

She landed in the midst of a game of eight ball, and, cursing, picked up the cue stick underneath her. She stood up in the middle of the table and kicked the three and the fifteen balls at Cassius’s chest. With one fluid move, she jumped from the billiard table to the bar and pivoted, breaking the cue across Cassius’s face.

Cassius picked himself up off of the floor. Seeing Magenta aim a kick at his face, he seized the leg she was standing on and hurled her bodily into the plate glass window at the bar’s façade.

He grabbed another bottle and waited; she’d be back. One of the patrons with more alcohol than brains approached Cassius, who was picking shards of glass out of his knuckles.

“How dare you hit that lady!” He accused. “That’s not very nice at all.”

“Neither is she,” Cassius growled, “an she hit ferst. I jes hit ‘er back.”

He saw Magenta coming, and he braced for the impact. Outside, she’d landed next to a ‘Valet Parking’ sign for the restaurant next door, and she brought it with her. It caught him squarely in the side, breaking three ribs.

He grunted, and snapped the sign in half.

The patron turned to Magenta who said, “Don’t interfere!” and punched him.

Cassius grabbed the patron’s leg, Magenta grabbed his arm, and together they threw him bodily over the bar. He took out the shelf of high-end liquor and the mirror, and lay groaning behind the bar. Most of the patrons had fled; the bartender was nowhere to be seen.

“What a waste,” Cassius mumbled. “Lookit all dat good booze fallin’ on der floor.”

Magenta straightened her neck with an audible crack. “Not bad, Twinkle-toes. You ARE tougher than you look!”

“An’ yer no sloch eider,” Cassius conceded, drinking rum from a bottle with the top broken off. He offered her the bottle, and she took a long drink.

Idly, Cassius took a long splinter out from her violet hair. “Dat woulda hurt when you put yer hat back on.”

Cassius dusted the glass shards off of his purple vest. “Okay, yer smashed der stool on me head, n' I walloped yer wit der beer bottle, den you broke der poolcue 'cros m' teef, n' I sent you troo der window,” he counted out on his fingers. “Split der damage downna middle?"

“You forgot the cracked ribs, the pool table, and the guy we both sent into the bar display,” she corrected, “Otherwise it all sounds fair.”

Cassius nodded and took out his wallet. He counted several large bills and placed them under the bar counter, weighing them down with the bartender’s shotgun. “He wuz askin' fer it, callin yer a lady 'n sayin I ourtn't smack yer,” 

“An’ doan worry 'bout der ribs. I've broke dese tings more times'n I cn count. He should have ter pay fer der mirror doh, on accoun' o' his head doin' der breakin'." Cassius spat out a gob of blood. “Can’ stann innerlopers.”

Magenta snorted. “I smacked you first, you were fair ta shmack me back.” She felt her mouth, where her lower lip was already starting to match her hair. “Shon ova bish! I'm shwelling!” She clapped Cassius on the back. “Good job! Thas shom right hook ya got there.”

“I’d box, but der’s no one big enough to fight,” Cassius said, apologetically. “I'd buy yer a roun', but der bar appears to be desert'd. I know 'n all night biker bar. No place fer a lady, but yer orter be okay. I wanna see 'f yer cn drink's well as yer fight. Say, do yer like karaoke?”

“Did weh not jusht a'tablish I aint no god damn lady?” Magenta demanded. “And fer crooning a tune even if i did like it the lishener ushlly don't. LESH GO! Wait a minute, thish biker bar doesh karaoke?”

“Not yet,” Cassius rumbled. “But dey will.”

*~*~*

Hours and many many MANY drinks later Cassius and Magenta staggered tipsily down the street. “I can' bleev dat guy hekkled us berfore we got troo der first vers,” Cassius growled. “Good ting I hit him inna head wif dat hurled bottle.”

Magenta glared at him. “YOU hit him with a thrown bottle? I beg to differ. I threw that bottle, shir.”

“I hit ‘im inna head,” Cassius corrected. “YOU hit ‘im inna crosh.”

“Good point,” Magenta conceded. “ But I WARNED you I don't shing! And can you believe that whore that shaid my hair was shtupid? I mean what the fuck! She had a fucking hole in her ear the shize of a 28 gauge shell with a fucking ANKER in her lip! I have violet hair an I'm weird?!”

Cassius smirked. “I like yer hair. Mash's m' suit. An, I don' sing eider, but we got's der harm'ny down pat. Don' worry 'bout dat chick. When she wakes up wid der stishes inner forhed she'll know who's shtupid lookin'.”

Magenta howled with laugher. “DAMN SHTRAIGHT! By the by thanksh for docking her boy toy. Elsh I wouldn't have been able to shlash her sho good.”

Cassius shrugged. “Is no problem. Yer good wit dat swishblade!”

Magenta smiled. “Shtill, you are a-shom.” She tried to pat Cassius on the back, but missed the mark by a few feet.

Cassius grinned an evil smile. “He made it easy. Whenever I sees a guy wif nipple clamps anna chain froo 'em, I finks 'Dat's jes beggin t' be yanked.' I din' know he hadda Prince Albert hooked to it too, but dat's his prerorg...perogga..”

“Prerogative?” Magenta supplied

“Dat’s der bunny!” Cassius agreed.

Mags giggled. “Bunny...Shtupid fashin shatement sho was ashkin' for it! Even I don't shcream that fucking girly.”

“Der’s lotsa ways a guy cn look tough,” Cassius rumbled thoughtfully. “Dat’s gotta be one o’ der dumbest I seen, an’ dat’s sayin’ sumtin’.”

“You know,” she mused. “For a Purple, you’re not half bad.”

“An’ you’re pretty decent fer a Red girl, too,” Cassius said.

Magenta bristled. “What’s that supposed to mean? Just because I’m a girl means I can’t pull my weight? Or do you have something against Reds?”

“Nuttin’ gainst eider,” Cassius amended. “I jes tink I’m bedder at some a’ dis dan you.”

“Put your money where your mouth ish,” Mags retorted. “I’ve got a hundred bucksh that says I can do anything you can.”

“Alrigh’,” Cassius said, smirking. “Der blacks ‘ave a buildin’ roun’ here, righ’?”

“They do,” Magenta agreed, slowly. “It’s an office they ush when they’re trying to get at the White HQ, which is kinda all the time anymore.”

“Righ’,” Cassius said. He smiled and rubbed his hands together. “We gots a wager. Whoever gess der potted plant outta Black’s office is der better spy. Yer caught, ya lose. Deal?” He held out his enormous hand.

“Deal!” Mags agreed, shaking his hand.

“In der innerests of fairness,” Cassius rumbled, “We go dere inna same cab.”

“One question: what happensh if we Both get caught?”

“Den we bofe lose,” Cassius replied. “An’ we’re ebenly mashed as Spies. We calls it a draw.”

*~*~*

Rusty raised an eyebrow as he looked at the unknown number flashing on his phone. It was a sealed number though so it has to be someone familiar he reasoned as he answered, "Resident robo speaking."

“Rusty?” Mags asked. “It’s me. I need a pick-up at…WHAT PRECINCT IS THIS?...precinct 18, downtown… wait, WHICH DOWNTOWN? ….I’M FROM GATINEAU THAT’S WHY!…Ottawa. Can you bring bail money for…I see ten, but only four of them are ours.”

“Remin’ me,” Cassius groaned, “How did we end up here?”

“Well after we caught you two bickering over the theft of a potted plant,” Seventy-two started, “Brother and I convinced you two that dancing would be as much fun as Karaoke. So, we went downtown to the hippest club and somehow managed to get in.”

“I think the big guy bribed the bouncer,” Twenty-seven mused. “But regardless of how, we got in. The hottest dance crew in town was on the floor, they danced in front of us,”

“We got challenged,” Seventy-two continued. “I told the big guy and the woman. They looked at each other,”

“And together, they punched out the front man,” finished Twenty-seven. “Then, they proceeded to mop the floor with the rest of the crew.”

“Hey,” Mags retorted, “if they didn’t want to get beat up, they shouldn’t have thrown down in the first place. Besides it was a fair fight: two of us, eight of them.”

“That was bad enough,” Seventy-two said, “but did you two have to take on the whole SWAT team?”

“Dey said her hair was funny,” Cassius mumbled. “I had to knock dose tree out, odderwise we’d be in for longer. Smackin’ a cop is a shorter sen’ance dan rippin’ ‘is goolies off via his nosdril.”

“I would have done nothing of the sort,” sniffed Magenta.

“Then why did you threaten to do just that?” Seventy-two countered. “Every man in the club winced in sympathy pain.”

“Sides, der cops asked us nicely to come along,” Cassius said. “If dey’s willin’ to be polite abou’ it, I figger we might as well come ‘long peaceably.”

“They hit you with three tear gas grenades and tazered you at least six times,” protested Twenty-seven. “That’s what you call polite?”

“Dey dint use der guns or battans,” Cassius said. “Dose tazers were nice; dey tickled. Once Rusty gets ‘ere, I tink I need breakfast. Who wants homme, ommer..”

“Omelets?” Magenta suggested

“Dat’s der bunny!” Cassius agreed.

“I don’t know where you’ll put them,” Mags said. “Over the course of the night, you drank eight beers, fourteen assorted shots, a bottle of rum and a coke, and a centerpiece bud vase with a rose in it.”

“Tought dat one tasted a bit torny,” Cassius rumbled. “An’ yer one ter talk. You matched me on alla dat.”

“Couldn’t have you show me up, could I!” she countered. “And you’re right, it DID taste thorny!”

“MAGS!” Rusty finally yelled, interupting the four-way recounting of what sounded like a wild night.

He could picture Magenta staring at the receiver in her hand a moment before remembering who was on the line, “Hey Rusty.”

"... You do know I record all my calls, right?"

"...Fuck."

Rusty managed to hold in a chuckle, “Do we need an armored car or can I just pick you up?"

"Uh... I got two blacks and a purple...what do you think?

"... Fuck, I'm just going to get the nice company car to do this kind of crap. Google maps says I'll be there in about Forty-five minutes. Are you armed? Wait, don't answer that. ... WHAT are you armed with?"

"I left my babies at home. I HAD A SWITCHBLADE BUT THEY TOOK IT!"

“Actually you lost it when that one dancer kicked your hand,” Twenty-seven chirped.

“And his girlfriend tried to bite your ear off,” Seventy-two added

“Oh yeah…”

“Probably for the best...” Rusty muttered quietly. "Well, I'll get your spare from your desk as a security blanket of death. How's that? Anything else I should know about? What are the sobriety levels?"

"Hang on let me check… How sober are you bitches?!"

"Hung-over and hungry!”

“Dat depends,” Cassius mumbled. “Did I jes step on m’own fingers?”

“No sir,” an unknown voice, Rust assumed another prisoner cried. “You’re standing on mine.”

“Den nuttin’ a Bloody Mary woan fix,” Cassius said. “Or are yer a scewdriver woman?”

“I’m a Sonic Screwdriver woman, thanks to my darling partner. Electrolytes over acid. There’s your answer,” she said into the phone. 

"... I'll have Laurie call me en route to see what's open. On my way."

“Thanks Rusty!”

“Den les’ get outta here,” Cassius picked up the groaning twins by the back of their belts. “I got der lightweights. C’n you get der door?”

“Yep. Hey Rust, we’ll be outside. Trust me, you can’t miss us.” She hung up the jail cell’s pay phone.

“Let’s go”

“Damn!” Cassius smacked his forehead with the heel of his right hand, eliciting a groan from twenty-seven.

“What’s wrong?” Magenta asked, picking the jail cell lock.

“I wuz gonna meet a Yellow at der bar we net at.”

“Really?” Magenta looked up from the lock. “I was supposed to meet a Yellow there too. Think the bastard set us up?”

“Hell of a coinkydink,” Cassius growled, shifting his hold so he had the twins under each arm safe and sound.

“Next time I’m thank the bitch before I shoot him,” Mags soothed as she finally devoted her attention to the lock, earning a laugh from the purple agent.

[meddlingheels]

        ❝  ---  i mean ,  how can i just ignore any of that ??   they totally tried to cover up but i know those guys were right ,  not us .  t - they even had  weapons  in the trunk of the car ,  monster - killing  weapons !!  ❞

( @ammorsos / ♡ for scn!daphne )

[49scribes-a]

{--Game stream commentary is always the best commentary.--}

Did I kill it?

DEAR LORD.

Why do you eat so many bullets?

Oh man I didn't mean to use my grenade like that but that happened.

That squeal tho.

[Don't let him near you] Bianca: practically makes out with the damn thing.

Gotta be quick twinkle toes~

Someone needs to teach that purple smurf that No means No.

Chloes fine, her breasts make for some hella fine armor.

Noooo. Noooooo. I don't want it.

Fucking like god damn this sucks right now.

She's so padded a bullet could just hit them tits and lose all velocity entirely.

I kinda wish I had my grenade now.

Me, watching instead of playing: Ooooo shiny blue light.

The rule of the game was to catch the shiny blue light right?

Sometimes... just sometimes... I can't tell the difference between Chloes voice and Biancas. And I'm losing my mind.

Death By Tree Sap.

DID YOU JUST ALLAHU AHKBAR YOURSELF?

Look I didn't mean to explode myself with the sap.

I need me a pair of jeans that are as durable as Nates.

Oh I don't think I like this spot.

I REMEMBER THIS SPOT. THIS IS NOT A SPOT I LIKE.

This is a nice place to lay down and never get up again... aka: just die.

Wow it just put itself up there so neatly. Anyway, on to my death. Multiple deaths. Cuz its gonna happen.

Its a nice place to die, to be fair. I would fight you for this quality grave.

No, that's a bad.

Oh god, that's a double bad.

NO, SHOTGUN GUY. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.

*squealing gasp* I JUST REALIZED WHAT THAT WAS. I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU'RE SELLING. I DON'T. Oh shit you're right there--I SWEAR TO FUCK.

NOO OOO OOO OOO OO.

FUCK UP SHIT, WAY TO FUCK UP YOUR AIM.

I feel like this music is taunting us.

ITS TIME TO SLAM -- AND WELCOME THE JAM.

I'm like this in rl too... and I wonder why my family hates me. Making shitty commentary on everything.

Just breathe in through the stomach Bianca and let it go. Let all that stress and tension and pent up rage go-- Jk, hold onto the rage, let it fuel you.

Wow what the shit kinda fucking godly aim was that? That was unfair that's what it was.

Again can Chloe and ms-tits actually kill anything or are they just comfort back-up so you don't feel so alone?

I am very bothered by how steady they are standing in that water.

You wanna know fear, Bianca? You play any game with helicopter enemies. Oh wait--

This is literally That Game.

I am bothered by how he didn't float after he died. Step up your game physics.

He floats A W A Y.

Mmm Chloe's ass. It will see you through tough times.

The fuck kind of sniper wags his gun around like that. Is he fapping? Fap sniping.

U ASK 4 MY OPINION AND THEN U SPIT ON IT. HOW DARE.

This is why you should have taken the dragon sniper.

Oh I'm here already? ...Oh god I'm here already.

Just sit back, relax, pick your nose, eat some freetos, and let the guardian do the work.

Shoulda shot him in the balls for once... Bianca problems.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED.

He did a jig.

"Here let me just dance a bit before I die."

He's such a graceful dancer.

I should hope so, he took Ballet.

Chloe could shoot me any day.

I'm kinkshaming. 

You don't even know. I kinkshame myself daily by this point.

You can kinkshame Lavi too while you're at it.

Its weird being ace bc I can't even be positive how serious I am about some things. Like... do I really like guns and knives, or am I into THAT. I just don't know.

Oh hI ISA sorry I didn't greet you I was in the middle of dying. Death, dying deader.

He's such a graceful dancer tho. I wish I had his moves.

He got them moves like Jaeger.

The jump and flop.

There was this one time in Uncharted 4 where Nate got stuck between these two wires and looked like he was vibrating faster than the speed of sound. Ask Kit, he can tell you.

VIBRATING NATE. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. I WEEP.

SO THAT'S WHERE THE BLESS WITH THE VIBRATING IN THE AFTERLIFE CAME FROM.

Lick it. L I CK I T.

mARCO. Come on someone say Polo.

Polo.

No marco polo.

Oh... so licking the resin would have been a terrible idea.

Goodbye Elena.

Its fine. Her titties protected her.

Thicc tits.

There is no god here.

Don't be unNATEful.

Yes. Start the death count. Start the death count on Lazaravich: Crushing Mode. Let's see how it goes.

Oh god that's disgusting...

Let the death count begin-- BECAUSE I HAVE TO RUN. BYE.

OH GOD Jesus christ what the shit fuck.

Gotta go fast. 

Y'know if you got covered in that blue sap you could call yourself Sonic the Natehog.

H E ' S L E A R N I N G.

Gotta go fast. Gotta go fast. Gotta go faster, faster, faster faster faster.

I GOT BIANCA TO SING IT. Am proud.

Y'know your humor isn't that funny Lizarabitch hEY FUCK OOOOOOFF.

extra s a l ty.

THAT IS A /BAD/, NATHAN, HE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO GET THAT CLOSE TO YOU.

I SCREAMED FOR U. I SCREAMED FOR U THAT TIME. SWEET FUCK. STRANGER DANGER.

Where does he keep getting all those grenades?

From his asshole. Why do you think he's so uptight?

Just fucking somersault to your doom.

"Dlraaaake. Eeaaaa."

You know, he says he's going to crush nate, but... filling someone full of shotgun isn't crushing. I demand to be crushed by your russian gorilla arms. This is bullshit.

I SAW SOMETHING WITH BLUE TENTACLES MOVE.

YES. SUCK IT, LAZARABITCH.

NOW THAT'S CRUSHING.

Yeah now I REALLY gotta go fast.

*singing* Fast... nathan... fast... nathan...

NO, NOT MS. THICC.

Goodbye Chloe's ass.

THE WORLD IS WORTHLESS WITHOUT THAT ASS.

RIP Shambala.

Look what u did Nate. Everything you fucking touch. Smh.

#Aesthetic

Idk about u but... carrying people doesn't work that way, no matter how ripped you are. Its a pain in the goddamn dick.

She's ascended to titty heaven. At least her tits have, I am sure of this.

Get out.

No matter how many times I play this game, my hatred for this guy NE-VER lessens. Ever.

That guy can get fucked 365 ways to next year with a cactus.

Talibut, more like halibut.

I hate his hair therefore I hate him.

I don't judge people based on many things, but if ur hair suck... u probably suck as a person. And if you got no hair, I'm on a fucking fence because idk what to think. Like, Nate's got a bitch haircut... but its still pretty nice.

Sully's like that dude from te dos eques commercials. Suave, nice, refined.

I actually made me die in this segment.

*pause screen* Its okay Nate can just lay there for a while with his face in the floor.

You can't get me to eat after my own family, but I'll share a fucking blunt with three people. I disappoint myself.

Die on the spot from touching a urinal.

That was such a shit punch.

FUCKING. STAY. DOWN.

What is this, Lazarabitch 2.0?

Apparently there's a sandwich shop called Vore. Google it.

VORE SANDWICH SHOP. Wait no. Hang on. Vore food truck.

Ew that fucking hair. Oh my fucking god. Its so fucking bad.

Oh a knife, this changes things. Gut me baby one more time.

FUcking old people.

I read Pirata as Pinata for a second.

He just touches everything. He always has to like, touch something.

I FOUND THIS FUCKING ROOT AT THE STORE. AND ITS CALLED A NURN ROOT. I LOST MY SHIT ON THE SPOT. AND I REALIZED WHY PEOPLE THINK I'M A STONER.

Did it moan at you?

I MOANED AT IT.

I had to pause my game just to read this, oh my goodness.

I was gonna buy this fucking root. It was only 98 cents but my mom was pissed at me because I was embarrassing her with a root.

[ipoddymouth]

this is happenin’ because the homie @leesh is great at bringin’ people together via writing games and also because the other homie @primetimewritings tagged me.

so, here is your fave couple trying to figure out, like, eight questions

(also idk who to tag so i tag everyone)

(wait this above still applies but i specifically tag @loveinthewriteway for louis n ariana)

(wait, i answer this part of the questions and then its liam and verity)

WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO:

Make breakfast: Liam. Has there been any mention of Verity cooking, like, ever? Cuddle the other for no reason: Verity does it without realizing it. Sleep on the couch after an argument: lmao neither of them are sleeping on the couch without the other; they’ve got two couches. Drive and who is most likely to ride shotgun: I honestly don’t know if Verity has a valid driver’s license, so Liam is doing the driving while Ver is in charge of directions.  Choose the music in the car: Neither of them have cars so this really isn’t an issue that I’ve ever had to think about. Get jealous: Liam gets jealous more often, but he’s quiet about it. When Verity gets jealous, she makes sure that everyone knows. Break the expensive gift rule: Liam makes more money, so this is one of the few rules that he breaks. Remember anniversaries: Moose? Neither of them are good at specific dates, but they get the general idea. Sneak sweets in the shopping cart: Verity Hog the covers at night: Liam, and Verity is going to kill him for it.

1. What do you do when the other is upset?

Verity: Do you even get upset?

Liam: Yeah?

Verity: When? Like, I’ve seen you get annoyed, but I’ve never seen you upset-upset. 

Liam: When Verity’s upset, I make her talk about it.

Verity: I give him a blow job.

2. Who is more romantic? Give examples.

V: Can I use the same thing from above?

L: [laughing] You’re the worst.

V: Blow jobs.

L: I buy her flowers.

3. What do your families think of your relationship?

V: I’ve never met Liam’s family.

L: I talk about you over the phone. They like you. Does your family like me?

V: You met half of my family before I did, so this really isn’t fair. But, yeah, my mom n Clive and Raphael- the half that you didn’t know- like you.

L: Stop calling Rafaella that; she’s not named after a Ninja Turtle.

4. If you had to wear a couples costume for Halloween, what would you go as?

V: I’ve deadass never dressed up for Halloween before.

L: Shit, really?

V: [nods]

L: Okay, we’ll go this year.

V: We can get Raph and Moose and be Teenage-

L: STOP

5. Are you both earlier rises? Or do you both sleep in? Or is there one of each?

V: Moose hasn’t slept in fourteen years, which is wild because she’s only five. But, nah, I get up early as hell to make sure that she doesn’t do weird shit, and then I have class and work and stuff.

L: Yeah, I have work too. We’d both sleep in if we could, though.

6. Do you have any routines at night? Before bed, in bed, etc.

L: Harry calls Verity and tells her to lock her front door.

V: My brother thinks that poor people get robbed, which is dumb because what the hell are you going to take from a poor person? Literally the most expensive thing that I own is Moose and I can’t imagine any trafficker ever wanting to spend that much time with her. Also, I brush my teeth twice and Liam exfoliates his beard.

L: It’s not weird.

V: I’m not judging; I gotchu, man.

7. What nicknames do you have for each other?

V: Shit, was I supposed to give you a nickname?

L: I didn’t give you one?

V: I call you Hot Liam. But that’s not a nickname, that’s a fact.

8. Say you had a child, who is the strict parent and who is the lenient parent?

L: LOL

Both: [laugh]

V: Ask Moose how she feels about me.

9. Would you rather go to a fancy restaurant for a date or stay at home and watch movies with pizza?

L: Remember our first date?

V: The zoo?

L: What? No, our first date was at that restaurant. You wore that black dress and told me that you knew how to make moonshine.

V: Oh, yeah! You didn’t kiss me at the end and I went home and freaked out. 

L: Shit, really?

V: Totally. Ask Niall.

10. What first attracted you about the other person?

L: Wait, did you really think that our first date was at the zoo? 

V: J-14 said it was a date when I took a quiz the night before.

L: Your half-brother and your fake child were there.

V: He wasn’t invited and she really wasn’t either. I still count it as a date though. Our first date. Even though you left in the middle of it. Wait, are we still supposed to be answering questions?

[animegamistore]

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[andyplayslongwar2]

Day 19: Operation Summoned Grave

Let’s get a few things out of the way upfront: This was a hard mission and we did not win. Early on we found ourselves surrounded by two and then three enemy pods. The entire thing played out like a slow motion car crash. By turn two things were bad, by turn four we had failed. X-Com’s first loss wasn’t a huge setback, but it was--of course--a disappointment. The haven in East Africa will be crippled for some time, but at least only one resistance member was killed, and despite a dicey situation on the ground, no X-Com soldiers were killed (although plenty were injured). Let’s dive in.

Operation Summoned Grave

Date: April 24th, 2035

The haven in East Africa was under attack. Specifically, Advent was targeting the data uplink the rebels were using to provide us with information. Without this device, nobody in the haven would be able to perform the Intel task for a month (which was what all but one rebel in the haven were doing).

A small group of rebels were defending the uplink. They did not have military training, but had taken up arms to help defend the haven anyway. I had command over them for this mission. They were equipped pretty haphazardly, with three shotguns and one assault rifle. All had a flash bang and a frag grenade, which would be useful.

On X-Com’s side, we had Crash Bandicoot, fresh off their last win. To bolster them, we also had Dane and Arthur Willems (who had been advising the haven in West Africa). The full list was:

Gunnar “Whiskey” Olsen, combat specialist Sandra “Werewolf” Kennedy, ranger Jesus Sanchez, gunner Jane “Puppo” Friedhoff, sniper Dane “Anime” Costsonas, assaulter Arthur Willems, technical Fred “Law” Jennings, specialist and officer

We landed fairly close to the building housing the data tap. Only about two turns dashing stood between us that the uplink we need to protect. Of course, I new that it would not be that easy: These missions typically have serious enemy pods on the map, and they have a tendency to converge, having been alerted to the location of the data tap. Still, it seemed like a small boon to be so close. It would ultimately not matter.

I started by moving one resistance member to the edge of their building to peek out towards the South where X-Com was to see if they could spot any Advent. Nothing yet. Wanting to spot check from the other side as well, Dane moved North (and a little to the West), taking full cover behind a billboard. We found our first pod to the East, just between the rebels and my soldiers.

The pod did not contain any advanced units, but it was no joke either, consisting of six Advent soldiers. They took cover closer to the rebels and most of my units could not take cover and land solid shots on them, but we did what we could.

Willems was able to get closest but the shots still were not good. I decided to see what the resistance could do. The rocketeer in the Advent group in particular scared me. If allowed to take a regular action, it could easily kill all of the rebels and damage the data tap or do massive damage to my soldiers, some of whom would need to take cover near cars that could explode. These concerns were alleviated when one of the rebels threw a flash bang at the rocketeer, the sentry and the trooper.

Sanchez suppressed the remaining Advent soldiers and Whiskey ran to a position where he would be able to flank next turn, putting him nearly at the Eastern wall of the map. The other soldiers and rebels mostly took pot shots that missed.

I was feeling good about how contained this group of Advent was when their turn started. Before these ground troops could go, though, they got got reinforcements from the East. We were trapped between the Advent soldiers we’d been dealing with and a new group consisting of two sectoids and a viper.

Things got worse once the existing soldiers were able to take their turn. The gunner ran through the suppressing fire unscathed and returned with his own area suppression, pinning down several of our troops.

The officer made a very bold decision and ran adjacent to Dane, but shot at Willems, connecting for seven damage. The disoriented trooper took a 10% shot on Willems as well and got lucky. Willems was hit and was on the ground bleeding out. Upon seeing this one of the resistance members panicked. I can hardly blame her.

And with that, we started our second turn.

I decided that I needed to focus on eliminating the original Advent soldiers before moving to deal with the new aliens to the East. It would be tricky though. We were right between the two groups and almost any cover for one would leave us exposed to the other.

If we could remove the sentry to the north, the resistance members with shotguns would be able to (more) safely approach the rocketeer and the trooper. Jane had a good shot but decided to firm it up with rapid-targeting. Luckily, she was in a spot that afforded cover from both groups facing us. She landed the shot, taking the sentry out in one hit.

One rebel moved to a flanking position but missed his shot. Another one came up and took a much more difficult shot, but managed to land a critical, killing the rocketeer and allowing us to breath a tiny sigh of relief. Well done Aya Shazad!

Whiskey ran into a flanking position as planned, putting him flush up against the Western wall of the map. He landed his shot, but the gunner survived at one health. We were not landing kills at the rate we needed to to keep up with Advent and keep the device safe. 

Still, he managed to remove the gunner’s area suppression. This allowed Werewolf, who had been one of the targets of that suppression, to move and flank him. She dealt the last point of damage easily.

By moving her West, I knew I was taking Werewolf out of the equation for dealing with the sectoids and viper, but there was simply no way to leave soldiers in in the middle. Anybody who could potentially deal with either pod next turn would get ripped to shreds on Advent’s turn. Werewolf is reliable so it hurt to take her away from that front, but I was counting on her reliability to spearhead mopping up the remaining troopers on this side.

Dane took the easy kill the officer had given him by running adjacent. Dane was in one of the few spots that did actually afford cover from both sides, wedged between a car and a lamp post.

Jennings moved West to flash bang the viper and one of the sectoids. Sanchez ran to join him and laid down suppressing fire on the other sectoid. Only the trooper to the North was left without some kind of penalty. Willems was still bleeding on the pavement.

I was less confident this turn than I was last turn, but before I was able to see what the aliens would do, they were joined by more reinforcements. This time, three vipers and a trooper joined from the North, immediately taking positions inside or directly adjacent to the small building housing the rebels and the data tap. 

There was absolutely no way I could get X-Com there to deal with them before they dealt the necessary 18 damage to destroy the data tap. As if to drive this point home, two of the vipers got free reaction shots, killing the panicked resistance member and dealing five damage to the data tap.

Things were ugly and at this point I knew it would take a miracle to keep the data tap safe. There was some hope for the remaining resistance members and X-Com soldiers, though. 

I miscalculated Jennings cover and the trooper who had dropped Willems was able to move in order to get a flanking shot on him.

Even when disoriented, Vipers have good aim, and the one near Jennings saw his opportunity.

We now had two soldier bleeding out. Worse, Jennings was the officer and the medic of the squad. Although other soldiers (most notable Whiskey) could stabilize our people, only Jennings had the revival protocol needed to get them on their feet again. Luckily nobody else was harmed during the alien turn.

I called Sky Ranger. If we could kill the remaining aliens and save the data tap, great, but I didn’t want my soldiers losing their lives for nothing if things got any worse. She would arrive in three turns. Although we ultimately did not use the evacuation, it was good to have it ready.

One of the resistance members did what they could to protect the data tap, throwing a flash bang at all three vipers from the roof of the building.

Dane used run-and-gun to start dealing with the aliens to the West. His odds on the Viper weren’t great so Jane helped out with a holo-target, having no good shots herself.

Dane landed the shot, taking out the viper!

Whiskey considered stabilizing either of our two downed soldiers, but decided to prioritize securing the board and tending to them next turn. He sent aid protocol to Dane who was fairly exposed to the two sectoids and then fired at the trooper, killing it.

Jane moved to a spot that was better for taking shots on the new vipers and which was also adjacent to Willems. Her hope was that she could stabilize him next turn. If not, he would die.

Sanchez suppressed the remaining sectoid and Werewolf spent her turn dashing. If we were to have any hope of completing our mission, we need more than just the resistance members fighting those vipers by the uplink.

This hopeful move on her part was rewarded with immediate defeat. No new enemies arrived, but the three vipers near the uplink all took shots on it, destroying it.

The trooper there hit the rebel on the roof for three damage, causing him to panic.

Back on the West side, Dane was mind-controlled by one of the remaining sectoids. He seems to get mind-controller a lot.

The rebels didn’t react well to their device being destroyed. With the mission already a failure, our only remaining objective was to kill the aliens that had invaded the haven. One resistance member immediately ran into the building and scored a point blank kill on one of the vipers.

Another was just as eager, but had less luck, merely grazing her viper for two damage.

This left both of them very close to the vipers.

Sanchez threw a flash bang in order to stun the sectoid and break the mind control.

As Dane shook of the psychic control, he ran up and delivered a shotgun blast to the sectoid that had attacked him, damaging but not killing it.

Whiskey, however was able to help. He spent his first action stabilizing Jennings remotely and then sent his gremlin right back out to deliver a combat protocol jolt to the sectoid, killing it.

On Advent’s turn, both of our resistance members found themselves bound by the vipers that were so close to them.

Luckily, nothing else of note happened.

Our next turn started (this was only our fifth one). The rebel on the roof shook off his panic and was ready to help his friends. He ran down and took a shot at the closer of the two vipers. He only managed to land a grazing shot for one damage, but it was enough to make the snake release its grip on his friend.

This prompted a chain reaction of rebels shooting snakes and freeing friends. The just released rebel took aim at the other viper, dealing five damage and freeing the resistance member. She took cover and threw in a frag grenade, killing one viper and leaving the other at one health.

Whiskey finished off the snake with his last combat protocol.

Back on the other side of the map, Dane closed in on the last sectoid and killed it with a critical hit.

Jane stabilized Willem and we were left with a single trooper.

Over the next two turns, we managed to kill the trooper as well as the reinforcements that landed. By turn seven, the mission was over. The Advent that had attacked the haven were dead, but the data uplink was destroyed and one resistance member had given her life to defend it.

This was certainly not as bad a loss as it could be, but we’ll be feeling the effects of this one for a month. The rebels in East Africa were all switched to recruitment and supply gathering, being unable to gather intel for a full month. Jennings is out of commission for 22 days while he heals. He is the commanding officer and medic of Crash Bandicoot and not having him available will greatly hinder the squad.

MVP: Gunnar “Whiskey” Olsen

We didn’t win, but X-Com fought well. Being pinned between three enemy pods was a nightmare scenario, and they still managed to come out in (mostly) one piece. This was largely due to Gunnar Olsen. He ran into the fray ready to score flanking hits on the early Advent troops and then pivoted to keeping the squad breathing after Jennings was taken out. Even while hanging back to stabilize our soldiers, he provided the last few points of damage on two different aliens with his combat protocol.

Promotions

We still had one! Jesus Sanchez was promoted to corporal, learning Lockdown and getting the nickname “Lunchbox.”

Back at the Base

We didn’t do much before it was time to launch Operation Half-Eaten Prince.

In the few days we had, we did manage to make contact with New Brazil. We’ll finish contacting them next time we have some free time.

See you next time when go on a mission to gain some intel as well as preventing a dark event. Hopefully it’ll go better than this one!

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