#Cero B

[roblez]

Ya no me sirve el alcohol ya no me sirven las drogas blandas pero dame más, si ves que pierdo la vida, da igual, dame más

-Rels b-

[sukimas]

nergal is hands down the funniest FE villain because he's a kaga villain wrangled into being E for Everyone and it's a struggle for certain. many parts of fe7's plot are fine but taking Just Guenchaos and making him CERO A so you can tell the game to 5 year olds was bound not to work well from the start.

[urmomsstuntdouble]

So my mom revealed that she doesn't fart or burp in front of her fiance and I thought that was strange, so I am coming to you, the public of Tumblr dot com to ask:

(if ur single, feel free to answer as you would if you were in a relationship! also feel free to explain your answers in comments 👁️👁️)

[somos-deseos]

A las reales de Tumblr nos la pela tener cero reblogs. Esto no es una red social, esto es mi diario.

— Autora: N-u-b-e-s N-e-g-r-a-s {03 de Julio de 2024}.

[anakinsdove]

𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲? ⎸ 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader

summary: blindfolding and tying up anakin is such a good idea, the thing is that he’s not used to not being in complete control.

c/w: nsfw, blindfolds and bondage, sex sex sex, blowjob, face sitting, nipple play, makeouts.

discord - twitter: anakinsdove

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 911

"C’mon dove… it’s not- it’s not fair” Anakin’s voice is a little hoarse, his eyes roll back into his head as you take his cock further down your throath, you choke a little bit and whimper loving every single second of it, a few moments later you release his cock with a wet pop, the only sound in the room is anakin’s heavy breathing. “Why not?” finally responding him.

“I can’t touch you” “that’s the point ani” you say, a little bit of condescension in your voice mirroring his usual behavior “I thought you liked when I hold your head down and choke you with my cock” your things squeeze involuntarily at his comment a little bit of delicious pressure on your clit, offering relief you didn’t know you needed. It’s true you love it, love it when he holds you down and your nose is buried in his pubes, rough fingers pulling on your hair feeling the delicious pain in your scalp.

“I do like it (love it) but today it’s not about that ani” “what’s today about huh? punishment?” You giggle at his whining “b-because I promise you doll, mine will be worse-“ you interrupt him by shoving your fingers in his mouth, his head rolls back trying to get away from your touch, you see him struggle against the ropes, wrists tied up to the headboard.

He chokes and coughs, finally giving into sucking on your fingers, you take this opportunity to put your hand around his throath and tighten it a little, making him gasp… finally you remove your fingers from his mouth and watch him pant helplessly.

“Shut up” your voice is cold and sends shivers down his spine, pushing a little on his stomach so his back touches the bed, anakin didn’t even realize how much he was arching his back, he really did look like a slut. “You’re so used to being in control, I know you’re having a hard time here. Now I’m gonna put this over your eyes and that’s it okay?” He stares at the black blindfold you’re holding and nodds, you tie it around his head and lean down to kiss his pouty lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth and sucking softly, anakin tries to hold your face like he usually does when he kisses you, only to be restrained by the ropes, he groans.

“How many fingers am i holding up?” You test him “3” that makes you giggle “cero ani” you lean down to start kissing the side of his jaw marking him, sucking and licking his skin, he can’t help it but moan throwing his head back and giving you more access to his neck “Yes…” he says breathlessly and start making your way down by kissing down his chest and abdomen….

“Gonna make you feel good, I promise” he groans and you start kissing his tip softly “Y/N” he warns and start kitten licking his shaft, plushy lips against that sesitive spot on the underside of his cock and finally taking his tip in your mouth sucking it nice and hard “fucking shit!” His whole body convulses “Not yet ani, please” your voice is too sweet for him to resist, he’ll do anything you want, he’ll let you do anything you want to him.

Your hand moves swiftly up and down his cock and your lips start going further down moving to his heavy sack, his balls tighten when you kiss there, heavy breathing and groans made you already soak your panties and now you’re grinding against your own heel a whimper escapes your mouth making anakin chuckle.

“You’re not touching yourself are you baby? getting all worked up? losing in your own game?” You shut him up by taking one of his balls in your mouth “SHIT!” he cries out and his whole body struggles against the restraints “I want you y/n, I want you so fucking bad” he says “You have me love…. I’m all yours anakin” you switch to kiss tip again kissing it never sucking it, it’s red and angry, you see him frowning. “No one elses”

His head is spinning and you decide you might give this brat what he wants after all “want you to give it to me okay?” He desperately nods and you start deepthroating him without previous warning… his back arches eyes rolling back into his head pulling out a whine from him, after all you’re sucking his soul out of his cock, “y/n” he says again, so low… powerless.

“Yes ani” it’s granted permission, his chest heaves and a bead of sweat falls from his forehead, you want him to cum down you throath, badly. Taking him again in your mouth you start sucking, this time not so gentle, cupping his ball with one hand, he growls and pants… and finally white ropes of cum paint your throath as it constricts against his cock, he’s pulsating inside your mouth so deliciously….. you let him ride his orgasm and his hips jolt fucking himself into your mouth feeling him going soft in your mouth, deciding it’s time to release him with a wet pop… his mouth opens and closes trying to find the words to say.

You kiss your way up his mouth and boyish giggles escape him until you arrive to his mouth kissing him passionately but most importantly spitting his own cum into his mouth, his brows furrowed and he swallowed harshly

“Good boy”

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[squidpedia]

Cero b

[oceansssblue]

>:]

Platonic bad batch omegaverse (O Crosshair and Wrecker, B Tech and A Echo n Hunter) all getting into parent mode when Omega meets them

Or if not

Echo learning one of his brothers (Crosshair or Wrecker- your choice) is an omega by seeing him get into heat and need to cuddle with everyone in his nest

Please and thank you <3

Loved your requests so far

Omg yes! bring it on with the omegaverse requests!! 🤩

I loved both of this ideas. The first one would take me more time to write though, so I decided to go with the second. Crosshair is a bit of an unusual Omega and alpha Echo is in for a lot of surprises. Remember I'm not a native english speaker and I'm not double checking this little omegaverse series (so sorry for any mistakes). Enjoy! And ty.

Xx, Blue.

"Part of the pack"

PLATONIC BAD BATCH (NO ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP)

WARNINGS: Heats and the usual omegaverse shit, minus the smutt cause they're all loving brothers here. Echo's insecurities. Crosshair's sharp tongue makes an ugly comment about Echo's disabilities once. Fluff, fluff, fluff. 💖

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Echo had been with the Batch for a month. He was still adapting; to his new squad, to his new body... To everything, really. It had been drastic; not only the way he had been forcebly and irreversably altered, but the change he had chosen upon himself at leaving his old team behind in a search for a new perspective. He loved Torrent; but Echo felt he no longer belonged with them, and it was difficult to try to move on from the horrors that had happened to him when they had his old self to constantly compare him to. He was not the same. He was painfully aware of it. With Clone Force 99, he had no history; he could start from cero, a clean state. And it had worked surprisingly well.

Echo had grown up to admire them; and care for them further than the polite respect and compassion often shown to other clones. They had welcomed him with open arms; inmediately integrated him on their missions –not like a side-guest, but as a equal, fundamental part of the strategy–, and for all they could be annoying and loud, they quickly learnt when to give him some space too. Echo didn't think they saw him as family yet; but at least they didn't think of him as a stranger anymore.

The dynamic between them worked fairly well. Echo had received no formal second genre presentation; but he had catched on to them by now. Hunter was the only alpha; as was usual in positions of lidership. He was confident and firm; eyes always scanning around to make sure everyone was safe. Wrecker was an omega. At first, Echo had thought his size and strenth would inevitably push him into the alpha category; but the first few days on his presence had told him otherwise. He was incredibly affectionate, constantly brushing hands over backs and patting shoulders –if not plainly hugging–; and he seeked validation from his brothers more often than not, never wanting to dissapoint anyone. His face always brightened up when his job was praised. Tech and Crosshair had to be betas; their personality was neither here nor there, being their own brand of confident but adaptative, unbothered and independent. Echo was an alpha himself; though his feromones had diminished drastically after Skako Minor, and with him calmly accepting Hunter's leadership he didn't know wether the rest of the squad believed him to be so. They had never asked; and he had never felt the need to point it out.

There was a good balance between them; so Echo got impossibly confused when things suddenly started to go south. It started with Crosshair; as most of them did. His abrassive quietness was often the detonant to small arguments between the brothers; this, though, was something else. It was progressive; the way Crosshair seemed to grow more and more irritated and jumpy as days passed by. It came to the point were he hissed at everything; brow often furrowing in frustration and eyes shooting daggers everywhere.

Echo had somehow gotten free from the harsh treatment at first; but soon enough, Crosshair's words got to him as well. Echo had only wanted to help.

"I don't need you hovering around me" Crosshair hissed, fingers still clenching tightly around the heavy box he had been asked to carry to the Marauder. "In case you haven't noticed, I have two optimal functioning hands. How the fuck did you think you could move this better than me with just the one?"

The agression was so sudden and unexpected Echo couldn't do anything else but to blink, paralised, eyes filling with quiet hurt. Hunter was the one to react for him.

"Crosshair!" He barked, expresion filling with fury. "Watch your tongue!"

The sniper glared at him and dissapeared onto the ramp of the ship, hands trembling from the effort of carrying the heavy weight. Hunter sighed and tiredly turned towards him.

"Don't listen to him. He's a bit sensitive this days".

Echo nodded, not really knowing what to say. Wrecker, who had been carrying his own two boxes of supplies, pouted sadly. He abandoned them on the floor, and then envolped Echo's figure in a carefull, comforting hug.

"He'll be back to normal in a week. He just doesn't know how to cope with himself sometimes" Wrecker whispered, slowly releasing him and stepping back, eyes worried.

Echo didn't understand quite well what was he talking about; but he sighed and smiled if only to soothe the concerned omega. Wrecker smiled back and returned to work.

The alpha glanced back to where Crosshair had dissapeared a few seconds ago. He felt there was something else going on.

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He found out exactly what just two days after the incident. Crosshair had decided to fight his grumpiness in silence; spending the whole day on his bed in Clone Force 99's barrack room. Though he appeared to try to be resting, he had grown more restless in the last handful of minutes; constantly squirming around in bed and huffing in annoyance. At last, he had apparently had enough; and stood up with slightly wobbly legs that dragged him to Hunter's bunk.

"It's impossible to sleep there. It's just not right" he muttered, dejectedly, almost irritated with himself for the lack of sleep.

Hunter answered calmly.

"I know. Should we built it in the floor again?"

Crosshair nodded –Echo noticed he looked almost relieved– and Hunter was up in a blink, dragging his matress down to the center of the room and signaling the rest of his brothers to do the same. Echo watched in surprise how Tech abandoned his inseparatable datapad to watch the other two attentively. Wrecker gathered all of the blankets and pillows and left them on top of the three joined matresses; Crosshair inmediately setting onto reorganizing them. Echo watched as he analised each item for minutes; finding them a place for only to frown and change them to somewhere else. After fifteen minutes or so, the objects had adopted a circular disposition, in what almost looked like... Echo's eyes widenned at the realisation. A nest. Crosshair had built a nest.

The sniper nodded in satisfaction and looked up at Hunter; quietly tilting his head. Hunter examined his job and smiled.

"Looks good and comfy" he agreed, and Crosshair almost preened.

Echo could do nothing more than to observe the scene unfold.

"Where do you want us to stay?" Hunter asked, his voice more soft and gentle than Echo had ever heard before, and Crosshair hummed in thought.

"Hunter" he patted the place closest to him, at his right.

"Wrecker" he pointed to the other side.

"Tech" he signaled a spot right in front of him.

Everyone stepped into the nest and took their place next to the omega. Echo was still processing that fact; Crosshair was an omega.

The sniper hummed happily. He had his nest, he had his brothers, he was safe. Hunter's arm reached around him in a half hug and for once he didn't shy away from it; but leaned on him. He closed his eyes with a sigh. He could finally relax.

Echo sat down from his place at the corner of the room; his back against the wall. It was a lot to take in; he hadn't had the chance to even see this dynamics with the Batch before, and he definitely hadn't expected Crosshair to be nothing but an alpha or beta. Such a shock... But it made sense now. Like Wrecker had tried to tell him before, Crosshair had been acting so abrassive because he was annoyed and irritated at his inner needs, at the possibility of showing weakness. He was a complex person; and very reserved.

Soon, though, Crosshair actual heat started. He grew warmer, feverish, and started to tremble uncomfortably. He whimpered and pushed his nose against Hunter neck; muscles imposibly tense.

"Hurts" he told him, voice muffled against his shoulder, eyes tightly shut.

Hunter hummed and played with his hair.

"I know" he whispered back.

After a painful half an hour, Tech prompted the omega to drink some water and nibble on a nutribar. Crosshair did everything without opening his eyes, hands clenched over his lower stomach, where his insides seemed to be wanting to destroy him now. The omega grew dizzy; babbling and muttering things here and then. Echo didn't move an inch throughout all of it; though his inner alpha was screaming to go to comfort him as well.

Suddenly, Crosshair blinked awake and glanced at him, almost as if he had remembered he was still there. He whispered something to Hunter; something he couldn't hear. Echo supposed he was uncomfortable showing this side of himself in his presence; and was asking the sargeant to make him leave.

"Echo" Hunter's voice called him. "Come sit behind Crosshair".

Echo's mouth fell open. His eyes traveled down to Crosshair; who whined and pressed himself closer to the alpha at his side.

Crosshair wanted him to join the nest as well?

"Don't make me repeat myself" Hunter warned, and Echo shooked himself from his surprise, hesitantly stepping inside the omega's nest and slowly lowering himsef onto the matress behind Crosshair, metal legs bracketing the man's thighs.

To his utter shock, Crosshair sighed and leaned back onto his chest; not worrying about the hard surface of his chest plate, but humming in delight. Echo stared at him and tempted his luck, gently caressing one of Crosshair's shoulders with his hand. He smelled sweet, though there was a hint of spice in the mix, a bit unusual for an omega. But by the way he was curled between them, he definetly was one.

"There, there, all good now" Hunter soothed him, looking at his brother with a soft smile.

Crosshair agreed with another hum.

"Pack" he whispered, surrendering to sleep again, pain lessed and ignored with his family around him, fully completed now.

The boys eyes traveled to Echo's; smiling warmly at the teary surprise there. Tech nodded, confirming Crosshair's words. Hunter squeezed his shoulder, and Wrecker tried to hug them all at the same time.

Echo was the happiest alpha of the world.

THE END.

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[eldritch-spouse]

Cero communicating with us via ouija board. We say something that irks him; he starts rapidly moving the planchette letters in and goes on a rant like the navyseal copypasta levels.

You can't even follow what this demon is saying to you anymore.

He introduced himself as Lord Di Cero and immediately stated great displeasure in the method you used to contact him. He also called your living area "horribly pitiful".

It's unclear what grave sin you have committed to have the planchette screaming as he drags it across the board, but your eyes glazed over and you've long since stopped trying to make heads or tails out of his indignant raving.

The planchette is suddenly lifted, then slammed hard back onto the board, your arms practically turning to putty from the force. Vases get knocked to the ground and your table is clawed to an unrecognizable state.

With tightened lips and the fear of something worse than God in your veins, you look down at the new movement pattern over the board.

" P A Y A T T E N T I O N "

" Y- Yes sir! "

The planchette moves fast once more. " W R O N G A G A I N "

You correct yourself immediately. " I'm so- sorry Lord Di Cero! "

" B E T T E R "

when you attempt to remove your fingers from the planchette, it feels as if big hands are keeping your arms still with the force of raw iron. And yet, you see nothing on them.

" Y O U A R E S T A Y I N G H E R E U N T I L Y O U L E A R N "

There's a ghost of a hot breath against your scalp.

" A M I C L E A R "

You gulp. " Yes Lord Cero! "

[rosenecklaces]

Has it ever been discussed how Elain could react to Azriel very obvious lack of self preservation (to not say suicidal intends)? I like to joke and poke on the fact he's so moody and grumpy but digging more into it and how his body, especially his wings, has gone through so much work while he was a) saving someone or b) putting himself at some risk

For example: the Hybern rescue ordeal is the most obvious, romantic in cognition of course, but this man was bleeding a river with cero thoughts to go patch up until elain left his arms. I wonder how she would progressively realize az has been using his body over and over again like some unbreakable shield since who knows how long considering he have shadowsingers powers that can quite literally keep his anatomy safer?

[fantasyinvader]

I've been thinking about the problematic elements to Almyra and... I think I got an answer that isn't complete crap.

Almyra was, even in Houses, not meant to be this ideal country. In his supports with Byleth, Claude reveals he came to Fodlan not to tear down boarders and shit, but to learn from Fodlan in order to make Almyra more accepting of outsiders. The unification stuff came about when he arrived, found out that wasn't the case, and then began blaming the Church (with TWSITD slipping him information to turn him against Rhea likely not being an isolated incident).

Claude is meant to be an outsider, someone not from Fodlan just like the player is. His initial suspicion of the Church is meant to reflect that of the player's, and with him learning to see Fodlan for what it is being his own path to enlightenment. I mean, he talks about going to confirm something with his own eyes in his paralogue, and he's the one to point out the diversity at Garreg Mach as well as how the Church doesn't actually teach isolationism.

In short, Claude was always meant to be something of a gullible idiot. Whereas the player may fall into the trap of supporting Edelgard despite the reveals, Claude taking his initial impressions as irrefutable facts are not the way to enlightenment. Hell, going with the Buddhist themes acting as if something is that concrete and being unwilling to budge in the face of more information is not how to do things. As you learn more, you're views are meant to change. Claude's whole thing of being an outsider is actually a hindrance to him, because it reveals how little he actually knows about his new environment.

If Claude is going around being unsubtle about not being from Fodlan, acting based on his initial assumptions when he came to Fodlan and not confirming things with his own eyes... we have a problem. If he's not going to recognize the problems with his own society and insist that he has the solutions for another one, there's also a problem there.

This isn't just Claude, this is also a message to the players. I've talked before how some of what Edelgard says lands differently in Japan. Japan is a meritocratic society, one where people are less inclined to help those in need because they haven't “earned it.” This kind of outlook has led to various issues within Japanese society, yet Edelgard wants to implement them herself. At the same time, the game hints that the society Edelgard wants to create isn't too far different from Almyra, the society Claude wants to fix, especially with Caspar's Japanese endings.

The game is telling you to see Fodlan, a land it's own creators said they wanted us to immerse ourselves in, for what it truly is. To not just believe the words of Edelgard and TWSITD, but to see things with our own eyes and realize the truth. To simply listen to what the game is actually trying to say, to look at what it is saying is right for Fodlan rather than assert our own beliefs on Fodlan much like Edelgard and the translators do. Because... we're outsiders intruding on Fodlan too, yet we have the power to derail the story in the BE route.

I think that's the point. Claude is supposed to be a parallel for us, the players. Almyra being presented as it is serves as a reminder that our world, our cultures, aren't perfect themselves. We are outsiders to the story, and as such we should look at what the story is saying is the answer rather than forcing our own views onto the game. Fodlan is telling us Edelgard isn't the answer, so that is what we should be acting on. Just like Claude eventually realizes that keeping Fodlan and Almyra separate is the way to go rather than forcing them together and instead learns from Fodlan, we the players should do the same. Keep Fodlan and IRL separate, but take the lessons from Houses back with us to the real world. Because, once more I must remind people, this is a game for middle-schoolers. CERO rating B, ages 12+.

You really think Nintendo is going to tell kids the stuff Edelgard does is good? Even NoA had to change stuff to make her appear more “heroic.” And isn't that really what storytelling is about? passing on messages and morals to the audience? Kinda hard to do that when the audience (or translators) is trying to twist things to suit their own beliefs.

[urmomsstuntdouble]

my top artist is fucking bo burnham what timeline are we in

[cerosin]

Hi I'm Cero, 28, France. I’m a woman, far-left, and I'm trans-friendly. I’m here to click reblog on things I like, you do you, I’m chill.

I like cars (rally - group b mostly, muscle cars, and jdm), nature, fashion, cats, first-person shooters, horses, history, tac gear (night vision gear in particular!), and stupid fucking posts.

You may know me as that one homo spec ops artist. I was in the popular front zine and sometimes draw shirts for them. I also draw cod shit (not the fish) on my cringe sideblog.

[pretentiouswreckingball]

unreal unearth - hozier // jazz is for ordinary people - berlioz // so much (for) stardust - fall out boy // cero - eva b // quimera - alba reche // rush! (are u coming?) - måneskin // optimist - finneas // saintmotelevision - saint motel // de todas las flores - natalia lafourcade

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[rynekins]

Nyello! This is the official post for the Daycare Attendant Bee Team Secret Santa event. This is for those who may not have committed in time for the DCA Secret Santa 2022 event but still really want to participate. I have asked @cero-sleep for permission to organize this B team. They are not involved though I am using many of the same rules. I am attempting to run this myself, but it is NOT intended to compete. The different name of the event is to prevent confusion.

To confirm you're participating reply to this saying "I'm in", but please be as sure as possible so that no one is left out. You have until the end of November to commit (short notice, sorry!). On December 1st I will send an ask or private message to confirm if you are still in. If you confirm by the end of the 2nd I will send you a link to the discord. On December 3rd I will give everyone the name of your recipient. I don’t know how many people were still interested, but let’s make it a limit of 30 people because of the short notice.

Both drawings and writings are valid gifts!

For it to be fair, an art piece should at least be lined + flat colored and writings should have a minimum of 1k words aprox (it's completely fine to go over this, but not required).

A server will be made for the event with a channel where you can write a little description of what you like so the person that got you can refer to that to get ideas (including your aus and/or fnaf characters if you have 'em, aus you like, your favorite DCA character, even tropes or dynamics, etc.) It must be DCA related. I think I’m going to include the rule that you can’t request something TOO gorey or TOO spicy (LGBTQ interpretations are not spicy). I understand this is subjective.

Gifts should be posted through the 26 to 31 of December, with the person you got @ and using the event tag #DCABeeTeamSS22 Full disclosure, I have not run one of these before, so please bear with me. Please let me know if you have any questions. Feel free to reblog to spread the word n_n

[canadianno]

TWO CERO TWO FOUR

A. 2024

B. 0024

C. 0044

D. 2044

Whats the correct answer?

-alz

It's either A or C I think