#BUT I HAVEN'T SEEN SEASON 2 YER

[thedirtiwalkoniswet]

Have you guys ever watched anything so good your entire body tenses up because you don't know how else to react to it. You stare at your screen with and open mouth and wild eyes because holy fuck this is good

[captainhoothoot]

#osasuna

Day 05: Feral behavior 

Written for: #hqomegaverseweek2022 

⚠️ CW: nsfw | bitching

When Atsumu first came up with the ingenious idea of dragging his sorry ass to a dimly-lit pub right down the corner of a block after dinner, Osamu had been quick to reject his twin brother entirely. Knowing Atsumu would slither away into the lap of his mate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, was one thing. 

After hearing that it was a gathering for volleyballers in the V league, having stopped volleyball in high school to embrace his culinary dreams, Osamu found it awkward if he were to be present. 

While catching up with some players in the V league he considered friends was nice, there was a certain dark haired alpha he wanted to avoid at any cost.

Suna Rintarou- The reason for his demise and how Osamu wasn't able to get over the way Suna had shown him what it was like to ‘get wrecked’ and 'have his back blown out'. 

Simply put, back when he was 20, Suna had shown him how good it felt to be an alpha being bitched.

Now Osamu was by no means a masochist. (At least he didn't peg himself to be one.) He wasn't submissive by nature.

Born as an alpha, he'd been hard wired to find an omega as his pair, before settling down, but something had gone seriously wrong with the way he was wired. He couldn't pop a knot fucking a slick, wet omega. 

The first time he decided to leave a bar with another alpha, it proved to be an eye opener. But a good experience? Osamu begged to differ.

He wasn't a stranger to sleeping around or one night stands. While it took the edge off, Osamu never found it satisfying. Every fuck left him empty and even emptier when those alphas he'd been with, only cared about chasing after their own pleasures. 

Every alpha, except Suna.

Suna had touched him with purpose, worshipping every part of his body, sending every part of his flesh jolting, like live wire. Large palms had circled around his waist, dragging his hips down a cock-  thick, girthy and long.

Murmuring praises that sounded ridiculously hot in a silky smooth voice, Suna had made him cum on his cock with even more whispers of adoration, dragging out the pleasure in a long, torturous session, before finally giving him what he wanted- his knot.

Osamu hadn't been able to forget what being with the older, experienced alpha was like. 

"Come on 'Samu, join us!"

"No."

Speed walking back to the train station and ignoring the petulant whining, complaints and insults for being ‘too uptight, rigid and in desperate need for a good lay’ coming from Atsumu, where Osamu finally caved in was when he met his twin's honey orbs glazed over with tears.

“I just want to have a drink with yer,” Atsumu mumbled sullenly, choking up on (crocodile) tears, “We haven't seen each other since you've been so busy with Onigiri Miya’s franchise opening. The rest of the team’s here too- Sakusa, Bokuto, Hinata, MSBY, even the Adlers’. We booked the place in advance to celebrate the end of a season. Come on, ‘Samu, it'll be fun. Everyone wants to see how yer doing. ” 

Osamu sighed begrudgingly, relenting.

What were the odds that he'd meet someone he had been avoiding for the past 2 years? 

Dragged into the dimly lit pub, the loud clinking of glasses, dance music and cheering could be heard. 

“Tsum Tsum and Samu’s here!” Bokuto hollered, upon noticing their entry.

Osamu found himself smiling at the warm welcome and nodded at the players mingling at different tables, drinking. Spotting Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi, he relaxed, settling amongst them. It was relieving when Kita and Aran came around and they delved into a catch up session.

It felt good talking to everyone at the bar, but Osamu should've known better that his paths with a certain alpha, were bound to cross.

Looking up from the rim of his shot glass, the familiar sight of a dark haired male standing by the entrance of the bar, made him go still. The look of interest and hunger in sultry fox-like eyes brought back Osamu's memories of being pinned under the punishing snap of hips, all too quickly.

The scent of mint and cherries filled Osamu's lungs. Taking a deep, shuddering inhale, his eyelashes fluttered shut as a full body shiver raked across his body. 

“Osamu, you okay?"

The hand that rested on his lower back left as soon as a threatening growl and snarl emitted from parted lips that had kissed and worshipped every inch of his skin once. 

"Don't fucking touch him."

A firm grip wrapped around Osamu's wrist, tugging him up forcefully, and out of the pub that had gone painfully silent, before going back to its initial volume. It was like they hadn't left in the first place.  There was a strange serenity in being the only two people standing in the middle of a small alley.

Smelling the potent scent of Suna's pheromones up close, Osamu was a jittery mess. It didn't help that the grip on his wrist had yet to slacken.

Instead, the older alpha rubbed his wrists against that his scent glands. 

Oh. This was it-

Osamu melted, jaws aching, saliva pooling in his mouth. He had missed this. The touch of an alpha older, more experienced, and knew what he was doing. 

A knowing chuckle rumbled from Suna's chest.

"I've missed you, sweetheart," the dark haired alpha murmured lowly against his ear, dragging his hands down Osamu's sides,  counting every rib, before resting his palms on his hips. 

Osamu's breath hitched in his throat at the raw emotion laced in Suna's voice.

It sounded hoarse, near feral. Daring to look into misty grey eyes with flecks of olive greens and fine, rich molten gold, Osamu could only tremble from the sheer intensity and passion raging like a storm in Suna's eyes. 

"I-"

"What do I need to do to keep you by my side, Osamu?" Suna spoke in an undertone, tugging him closer. 

Their lips brushed against one another's. Osamu was positively weak in the knees, only held by the unyielding hold the taller alpha had on him. He found himself incapable of any words, but he wanted this. Whatever it was. 

"Tell me, Osamu," The taller alpha gritted out, grip growing tighter. 

It hurt, in a good way.

Osamu leant in, closing the distance. He was done running. He didn't want to run away from what he wanted. Desired. Yearned. 

Even if it meant going against his nature as an alpha. 

"Please, Rintarou."

"I'll take care of you for the rest of my life, sweetheart."

[theangrypokemaniac]

Whenever fans invent children for Jessie and James, they tend to come up with two.

Two?

You think I've waited 20+ years for Rocketshipping to reach fruition only to have it resolve in a mere brace of offspring?!

As if!

This is love that could burn holes in the cosmos! It can't help but create more life than that!

Have you no concern for equal representation of combinations? For all that is righteous, it has to go like this:

• Boy just like James.

• Girl just like James.

• Boy just like Jessie.

• Girl just like Jessie.

• Boy with James's hair and Jessie's eyes.

• Girl with James's hair and Jessie's eyes.

• Boy with James's eyes and Jessie's hair.

• Girl with James's eyes and Jessie's hair.

That makes eight. Eight in eight years thank you.

Being of a generous disposition, I'll let Jessie have the next twelve-month period off, but after that:

• Boy just like Pa James.

• Girl just like Pa James.

• Boy just like Ma James.

• Girl just like Ma James.

• Boy with Pa's hair and Ma's eyes.

• Girl with Pa's hair and Ma's eyes.

• Boy with Pa's eyes and Ma's hair.

• Girl with Pa's eyes and Ma's hair.

Ah, sixteen, that's a nice round number.

Hey, they'll be paying for these kids you know!

Yes, as James's parents the grandchildren would take after them anyway, but specifically, the Ma ones would have her purple and her face, and the Pa sort his blue and the dangly piece of which he is justly proud.

James inherited it but Pa's is a thicker example.

I can hear you now:

Ooh, what about Ma Jess?

I wish there were more pictures available to offer some variety.

Ma Jess?!

You people make me sick. Jessie ain't some breed mare built to fulfil your fantasies.

She's having the necessary sixteen, but oh no, that's not enough, you've got to to push her to the edge.

Besides:

1. If Ma Jess wanted to be properly represented genetically she should've stayed and brought her daughter up, rather than fannying about on a suicide mission. Think of Ma and Pa's fine example.

I told yer, Mew lives in the jungle. She only goes up mountains in the skiing season. Even then it's off piste.

2. Jessie looks mostly like Ma Jess anyway so that'll do.

Considering that Jessie and Jessibelle are so similar, and Jessie is the image of her mother, any connection between the girls, should one exist, must come from Ma Jess's side, not any supposed father.

3. There are many folk out there who keep Ma Jess in mind when writing their stories and creating the upcoming generation, for all that she is a borderline mythological character who is canon only in the dub, ironically enough, and probably isn't anymore, until she is again.

If you want the output of those for whom her non-existent existence presses like a ten-ton weight on their conscience, they are all around you, but, who I ask, speaks for Ma and Pa's input? You know, The Best Parents In Pokémon, who stayed together and didn't abandon their son?

Come on, they've only got three fans, and that's including the one Ma holds! Someone's got to champion their half of the bloodline!

If more Ma and Pa followers read this, then show thyself!

4. We don't have a single iota of information on that bastard Pa Jess. The only thing I ever heard, back in the day, was him serving as Pokémon's version of Windy Miller, i.e. quite the alky.

Who's Windy Miller? I've been dying to give myself an an excuse to mention him.

Windy Miller was a main character in Camberwick Green, Trumpton and the other one, the name of which escapes me. These were searing documentaries of bleak rural poverty, the existential pain of living and one man's eternal struggle with the dæmon drink.

This was that man:

I've now convinced myself that's Pa Jess.

Look at him, swanning about his felt smock, his red bow, his shiny shoes and his Puritan hat: he's a menace to society.

Ah, and who shined those shoes? You can bet it wasn't him.

Windy Miller owned a windmill (shocked, aren't you?) and was always getting him into amusing scrapes thanks to his bibulous ways

See?

It got so bad they had call to the British Army from the the Napoleonic Wars to sort 'im out, as if they haven't got enough problems.

Windy was such a commited imbiber he didn't sup bottles of cider like lightweight teenage hooligans. He knocked back pots of the stuff.

Hardcore brother, hardcore.

The local children therefore learnt the harsh realities of life at an early age. The above picture is probably a fair encapsulation of Jessie's childhood.

You've never seen Pa Jess and Windy Miller side by side, have you?

It's because they're the same person. Where Windy originated we know not, and whither Pa went is a mystery, but no longer.

Thus concludes the history of Pa Jess.

Where was I? Oh yes, apparently when Ma Jess perished, Pa scraped together all the money not pissed up the wall and sent Jessie off to Pokémon Tech., after which he promptly died, of cirrhosis presumably. Or he went home more like.

Despite the clear evidence provided on Pa's identity, I'm sure some killjoy will quibble over the details. I suppose we have to humour such people.

Consequently, we can't legally claim to have knowledge of Pa Jess's appearance, barring the brood from inheriting it, meaning only a couple of options are open to us:

• Boy just like Ma Jess.

• Girl just like Ma Jess.

Alright! That's eighteen kids! Are you happy now?

Ooh, what about overpopulation?

Correction: the world's overpopulated with scum. We need more good 'uns to prevent being outnumbered.

If you're a husband and wife determined to spend eternity together, you might as well have  as many babies as possible.

I'm looking at you there, Ma and Pa James!

Compare Brock's lot: ten kids, Pa effed off, Ma died of exhaustion!

If that's what faithless marriages produce, rock-solid unions ought to contribute to the nation's wellbeing by bringing up decent children.

She is ethereally beautiful.

I can forgive a lot from a pretty face.

I've never seen this picture elsewhere, so if you use it, I will know it's from me.

Take it! Spread it across the internet! But I claim to be the originator.

As for Rumishippers (I know you're about, I've seen the art) I'm sure they also approve of these dynastic plans, as long as a slight tweak in the mother's name is allowed.

The fecundity will be as forthcoming, for we may conclude that Jessibelle is one to never utter the passion-thwarting line to James:

'Not tonight dear, I've got an headache.'

Not many men can say that whatever girl they choose to marry, the children will be same.

[dilfweyoun]

here we have Kali and Wamai. while i'm not the biggest fan of them. (partially due to who my mains are) i did make them look somewhat decent. can't wait until the 7 days are over, cause then Thatcher and Smoke will be back as my showcased ops lol

while i did some gameplay on the TTS, i stayed away from the reworked Themepark map. but now is my time to talk about it since it's live.

these are the new hostage defense locations. as you can probably tell, there are new room names. (set my game to English to help even more)

from what i've seen on the map (not a lot yet), the trains are gone? please correct me if i'm wrong!

all of us have seen the calendar that's on every map. the 14th of April with a red E.D. circled. still not entirely sure what it actually means, so i always think "Erectile Dysfunction"🤷🏻‍♂️ anyway, the calendar seems to be higher quality than before. along with some other papers on the walls. then again, the graphics did get updated before the season released.

remember my posts when Operation Burnt Horizon came out? with all of the new cereal boxes on Outback. so unless i haven't seen it before, we have new cereal now! Toadies and Allouette (and ofc Brick, but that's not new.)

not everyone knows the story behind BostonBearJew, so i'll give a shortened version of the story. Boston loved playing Siege, he got to i think Diamond? or somewhere in Platinum. anyway, he had died (rest in peace), and King Swank (one of his close irl friends) contacted Epi on Twitter, and Epi said they'd try to honour Boston someway in the game, but had no promises. though not too long later, King Swank got a message from Epi saying there was an arcade machine dedicated to Boston.

full story here^^

anyway, back to the reason for this part! when the arcade machine was added, just like everything else- the screen could break by hitting it with anything (even a drone jumping on it). it had been like that since it came out. but ever since Operation Shifting Tides came out, the screen on the arcade machine won't break. and you know what- that actually makes me happy.

mmm. yeah,, so. more random arcade machines are littered around the map. doesn't really help the attackers much- but for defenders, it's awesome.

yer boi thought this was a throne at first. then i got closer and realised it wasn't. i had the Big Sad™ when i found out you can't even sit on it :/

(this is part 1 of 2. since i can't have more photos. fek)