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How did Shockwave train his human to take his big spike? I just read your Brainstorm x Reader fic (hot as FUCK I loved it) and it got me thinking about how it must've been frustrating at first for Shockwave trying to have sex with his human at his full size. I imagine he mass displaces or changes his spike? I wanna frag shockwave so bad but I also don't know how long I'd survive as a human fleshlight 😭

Could you maybe write something for that? Like Shockwave and his human being sexually frustrated and him accidentally edging himself trying to be gentle with his human? Maybe thighfucking or just the tip. Get creative please! I love your work and the most recent Shockwave x reader got me thinking 🙏💗

I’m sitting here kicking my feet and twirling my hair. Ty for liking my writing!!! It means a lot <3

Anyway…..

Shockwave x Reader, gender neutral AFAB, racially ambiguous, wet dreams, dirty talk, just the tip, reader gets used as a toy, thigh fucking

“Hnn! Shockwave!” Your cute moans echoed throughout your shared habsuite. Such soft flesh dimpled under Shockwave’s servo as he gripped your body.

“You’re doing so well,” Shockwave could hardly contain the steam moving through his vents, his entire frame covered in coolant.

Your juices pooled around the base of his spike. He was so proud of you for finally being able to take him to the base. The head of his spike making a delicious bump in your abdomen as your body tries to mold itself around him. He hoped he could carve your walls into the shape of his spike.

He pulled you up off of his spike, your legs curled up to your hips as you presented your stretched hole to your lover. Shockwave’s servo gripped around your waist tighter in a possessive hold. You gasped feeling him pull himself out to the tip of his spike before lowering you back down to the base with a wet squelch.

“Perfect,” Shockwave whispered. “My perfect pet.”

Shockwave pulled you off him once again before plunging his spike deep in you. He twisted his hips to tease the inside of your cunt with how his spike twitched and moved within you.

RECHARGE CYCLE COMPLETE

Shockwave’s optic blinked online. His processor worked overtime replaying his dream; it was so life like. He could feel your sleeping form curled up next to his helm. The nest of pillows and blankets you had made supporting your sleeping body atop Shockwave’s shoulder plating. He moved his optic down to look at his chasis before gazing at you from the side of his vision.

He knew it was physically impossible for you to take his spike to the base unless he looked into modding his frame. He would consider it but he still wanted to see just how much your body could take. Humans were surprisingly durable and Shockwave wanted to test just how durable your body could be when assaulted with pleasure.

You were so cute, so innocent, sleeping up against your big metal lover. Shockwave could almost forget the countless nights he’d had you stretched out over his digits or stuffed with as many toys as he could fit in you. Seeing how peaceful you were, no one would be any the wiser to how Shockwave had had you screaming his name and squirting by his doing. Shockwave pictures your sleeping face covered in his transfluids. He’d work his spike over you until you woke up to a pink surprise dripping all over you. He knows you’d be a good pet and clean him up. Your soft tongue licking at his spike trying to gobble up as much of his overload as you could.

What have you done to him? The Decepticons’ most feared scientist reduced to a simple pleasure bot for you.

Shockwave absentmindedly rubbed his helm against your sleeping body. What was just a small movement to him was enough of a nudging to wake you up. You groaned while grabbing onto Shockwave’s helm.

“Good morning,” Shockwave greeted raising a servo to stroke at your hair. “Did you have a restful recharge?”

You moved your hands to grab at Shockwave’s servo giving his hand a hug as you peppered kisses along his digit. “Mhm,” you said while rubbing your face against his servo. “Did you?”

Shockwave thought back to his dream. How wonderful it would be to have you spread wide on his spike. So tight he could barely move outside of shallow thrusts.

“I did indeed,” Shockwave replied.

“Have any dreams?” There was a knowing tone to your voice that made Shockwave’s finials twitch.

“I did dream,” Shockwave said curtly.

“Good dreams?”

“Yes.”

You climbed out of your blanket and pillow nest so you could stand on Shockwave’s chasis with your hands on either side of his optic. “Do you want to share with the class?” You teased.

“I believe ‘the class’ already has an idea as to what my dream entailed,” Shockwave ran his servo up your back.

“All I know is that you were venting pretty hard and praising me,” you ran one of your hands along the ridge of Shockwave’s optic.

“My apologies if I disturbed your recharge cycle,” Shockwave let his servo wander to your lower back where his entire hand encompassed your rear and upper thighs as well.

“It was hard not to wake you up,” you murmured with your lips brushing along the ridge of his optic. “I couldn’t help but touch myself hearing you so worked up.”

Shockwave let one of his digits slip between your legs and press up against your heat. “I’m offended you didn’t wake me to join you,” Shockwave teased pressing his finger up against your clothed arousal. You moaned grinding down on his digit. “You work so hard,” you purred pressing kisses along his optic screen. “I wanted you to get a full recharge.”

You slipped your hand down to grab Shockwave’s digit as you humped it. “My big strong scientist always working so hard.”

Shockwave’s engine rumbled at your praise. “Do you wish to know what my dream entailed?” Shockwave relaxed his servo letting you set the pace for how you humped his finger. “Please, Shockwave,” you moaned out.

“I had your human valve spread wide enough to take my spike to my pelvis,” Shockwave explained. “I used you like a spike sleeve.”

Your whole body shivered at the idea. “Mmm, I’d like that,” you murmured feeling a wet stain starting to form inside your underwear. “I want to be stretched out over your cock.”

Shockwave released his modesty plate letting his erect spike spring into the air. “I’m sure you would,” Shockwave said while moving his servo to tug at your pajama pants. “But I’d prefer to not have you injured.”

You whined frantically tugging at your pajama bottoms and underwear only to discard them somewhere to your right. Shockwave couldn’t help his amusement at how needy you had become. Your pubic hair glistening with your slick arousal.

“Your frustration is mutual,” Shockwave held onto your body as he sat up. Your nest falling apart and falling to the berth below.

You looked over your shoulder trying not to drool at how Shockwave’s spike bounced with his movement. “I need you inside me,” you whined as your hand dipped between your folds. Your clit was stiff in arousal as you rubbed it.

“Don’t begin to think that I’m not as desperate to penetrate you,” Shockwave’s chasis rumbled as he spoke. “Your body is very tempting.”

You whined as you leaned back against Shockwave’s servo with your legs spread so he could see how your fingers moved through your slick cunt.

The musk of your pussy hit his olfactory sensors causing a flush of steam to release from his vents. “I would like to propose an idea that may be mutually beneficial.”

“This is exactly where you belong,” Shockwave’s voice sounded desperate as he pulled you along his spike. Your pussy flush against the metal as your legs dangled uselessly. He had his servo wrapped around your torso with your arms pinned to your sides. While you had already cum, your pussy twitching sensitively as Shockwave took what he wanted from you, Shockwave hadn’t.

Your hole fluttered emptily still not satisfied without Shockwave inside of you. “Please!” You begged throwing your head back. You stared up at the underside of Shockwave’s chasis with your eyes half lidded. “Please I can take it! Just fuck me!”

Shockwave growled at your pleading fighting an internal fight with his own desperation and logic. He wanted so desperately to shove his spike as deep as it could go inside of you. He wants to see just how much you can take before you break. Yet every time his logic wins.

Shockwave continues grinding your cunt along his spike leaving a slick trail of your arousal along the metal shaft. His biolights pulsed in agitation so desperate to cum yet not having enough stimulation. “We can attempt penetration today,” Shockwave concluded. He had been training your hole fairly well or so says the display of increasingly large dildos on his shelf he had made for you.

You almost cried out in relief as Shockwave pulled your slick core from his shaft. A string of wet arousal broke as he lifted you away from his spike.

Using his canon arm, he held you against his abdomen as his servo dipped between your legs. Shockwave dipped in two of his digits making you moan out his name. You beautifully took both of his fingers into your greedy hole with a squelch. Shockwave’s spike twitched at the noise. You ran your hands along his canon gripping onto whatever points you could find as he stretched your hole and fucked his fingers into you.

“I would like to set expectations,” Shockwave said while adding another digit into you. “You will not be able to take me to my base. However I will consider any form of penetration a win on our part.”

Shockwave spread his digits making you hiss in both pain and pleasure. Your poor hole was stretched to its limit and yet seemed to still beg for more. He pulled his digits out of your hole slowly so you could feel every inch of his metal fingers. They exited your wet pussy with a slorping noise making you wince in embarrassment and Shockwave’s engine rumble in pleasure.

“You are exceptionally wet,” Shockwave showed you how your slick clung to his fingers like clear slime. “I believe this is as exciting for you as it is for me.” You grabbed Shockwave’s servo guiding his metal hand to your mouth so you could lick your arousal off his fingers. “Good, pet,” Shockwave tilted his optic so he could better see you over his chasis. Pride thrummed within his spark seeing you so well trained as to clean his servo without him asking. Your soft lips sucking along his digits as your tongue peeked out to lick up and around his fingers cleaning your slick off of him.

“Are you ready?” Shockwave dragged the back of his knuckle over your cheek tenderly. You could hardly contain yourself as you spread your legs as wide as they could go. “Please, Shockwave!” You begged holding your folds open with your fingers. “I just want you inside me!”

Shockwave groaned leaking transfluid down his painfully erect spike. He grabbed around your waist teasingly dragging your cunt along his shaft once more before turning you around in his servo so you were facing him. The tip of his spike pulsed against your cunt smearing pink transfluid around your folds. You eagerly reached down to rub at his spike in worship earning a thrust against your pussy.

“If we are unable to initiate penetration, do not feel you are inadequate my pet,” Shockwave assured you. You nodded holding your pussy open in excitement. The tip of his spike kissed at your pulsing hole. He pushed forward gently trying to stuff you full but only ended up gliding his cock through your sopping vulva. “Shockwave,” you whined arching your hips at a better angle. “Behave,” Shockwave tided as he attempted to push into you once more. The very end of his spike hooked onto your hole making you moan out in absolute bliss.

Shockwave’s optic remained trained on the barely an inch of his spike he managed to push into you. He pressed further watching how your face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Your hole struggled around his girth spasming as your own juices bubbled around his cock.

“Well done,” Shockwave could hardly contain his own moan at the sight. Half of his tip was inside of your tight little hole. Your breathing was frantic as you squirmed in his hold. Your temperature was scorching causing your body to dampen with sweat. “It’s so good!” You moaned out humping the head of his spike. Shockwave’s vents fluttered in bliss as his optic glitched.

“Are you capable of taking more?” Shockwave’s venting was becoming heavy. You were finally here, stretched wide enough to take his spike without any mass displacement or mods. “Please! Please!” You begged your words stringing together in an alphabet soup of praise. “Do not push yourself past your limits,” Shockwave warned before pushing the rest of his cock’s head inside of you.

You felt something inside of you snap as you came from the sensation of being so stretched out alone. Shockwave groaned feeling your walls tighten around him like you were trying to push his massive cock out. He kept your body steady holding his tip firmly in place inside of you. “You are doing wonderfully, pet,” Shockwave moaned giving you an experimental thrust.

You screamed out his name feeling your limbs turn to gelatin from the stimulation. He gave another gentle buck of his hips wanting to hear more of your blissed out noises. Tears strewed down your face as you stared up at Shockwave in disbelief. You had never felt this full your entire life. You were sure he was going to break you and by god did that sound delightful. You hoped Shockwave broke you mind and body only for you to become a sloppy wet toy for him to fuck.

“You take spike exceedingly well,” Shockwave purred pulling you off of the tip of his cock before lowering you once again. You moaned stupidly your brain only able to process the feeling of having your hole so thoroughly stretched beyond its limits. “I am excited to share this information with Soundwave as well.” You became increasingly wetter at the mention of the other bot Shockwave enjoyed sharing you with. “He has requested updates on your training,” Shockwave said satisfied with your fucked out form. “I believe he would enjoy a turn once I am finished.”

You could only nod and drool as Shockwave used your hole as his own personal spike sleeve. Your juices leaking down his spike with a mixture of his transfluids. He could feel his valve clenching in delight at finally feeling that pit within his abdomen that told him he was close. “What is that phrase you use in your human pornography?” Shockwave groaned. “Cumdump?” He pushed forward forcing you to take more of his spike as he released deep within your core. You cried as a spray of squirt erupted from your pussy then dribbled into a pathetic stream. Shockwave kept the head of his spike buried inside of you as he released his overload into your welcoming body. Pink transfluid leaked around his spike dripping out of your fucked out hole and onto his lap.

You sobbed feeling his warm transfluid so deep within you. You rubbed over your abdomen where you felt your womb was. “Beautiful,” Shockwave praised slowly pulling his spike out of you. “You performed far past my expectations.” You shoved your fingers into your stretched hole trying to plug up your cunt to keep any transfluid from leaking out of you. “I see you know your place,” Shockwave lifted you up to his optic as he watched you finger fuck his overload back inside of yourself sloppily. “I will prepare you a bath and a heating pad for your groin. You did very well today, my pet.”

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A Long Days Work

Ao3 Master list

Pairing: Logan Howlett // Wolverine x mutant!fem!reader

Word count: 4,572

Cw: slight proofreading, language, alcohol, injury, jealousy, harassment, pet names in replace of y/n

Summary: After a long day of tending to children’s bumps and bruises Logan takes you out for drinks.

A/N: This wasn’t meant to take as long as it did but oh well. Hopefully the next part won’t take as long to put out.

It had been a longer day than most. It had started off like usual, made your rounds to students who required their medications, and checked up with a few who had gotten a cold to make sure they were doing well. However, after the routinely quiet morning all hell broke loose and set the tone for the work day.

Three of the older students had decided to test and see who was the most durable out of the group. Even though their mutations weren’t that of indestructible skin or accelerated healing, they still wanted to test their luck. And test they did, which only landed all of them in your office. The teens all looked embarrassed as they walked in looking worse for wear.

One of the boys had the ability to shoot knife-like plates of metal from his hands. He came away with a few scratches from missed shots that had been aimed at the second boy. The second had the ability to fly, but he ended up with scraped palms along with a sprained wrist from falling out of the air. However, the third boy, the mastermind of the operation, had received the worst of it.

You had patched up the other two and sent them on their way to the Professor's office so your focus was solely on the third teen. He had the ability to shift his flesh into any organic matter he pleased. Unfortunately he didn’t have control of the mutant down yet. So when a few blades came for him, instead of summoning metal over his skin, he had replaced the flesh with tree bark. That unfortunately only allowed the blades to sink in deeper.

If he tried to shift out of that form the blades would proceed to bleed him out with where they were lodged. So you had to think of a plan to keep him from losing too much blood but also consolidate your power as to not over exert yourself. Sure, keeping the kid alive was a priority, but if you passed out during the healing process you wouldn’t be of any use. With the cuts being so deep it would take a lot out of you to heal them fully. So you decided to heal the boy only enough to require stitches. Plan then made, you brought his attention back to you.

“You’re going to have to stay in this form while I take the blades out, ok?” Your tone was as soft as you could manage. It was understandable that things like this happened at the institut, but it still irked you that most kids didn’t have common sense.

“I’ll heal you enough that you’ll only require stitches. But it’ll take me time to do.” You informed him to which he nodded in understanding. A reassuring smile crossing your face.

“Yes Ma’am.” He said in a weak voice, his eyes never meeting yours as he continued to look at the ground. There was a shake to his response, his desire to not cry in front of you kept him from looking up.

The plan went off without a hitch for the majority of the work. Each blade had been taken out carefully and each gash had healed evenly enough with your powers to simply stitch the wounds shut. However when it came time for the stitches the teen had to shift back. The fear that radiated off him was almost tangible as he tried to convince you to simply heal him the rest of the way. And when that didn’t work he tried to insist that wood could be stitched.

Eventually you had calmed and reassured him enough that he would be fine. If anything major did happen you would take care of it. With him reassured he returned to flesh which he quickly realized hurt a lot more. You managed to keep him still in order to stitch him up quickly but once it was over you still had to send him to the Professor.

Now drained you realized you still had several hours before you were off duty. And the rest of the day was no less uneventful. Several more students came by with various injuries. Most were unintentional self inflicted as they had been training their powers, with supervision. But some had come from other students' training. Exhaustion had slowly started to seep into your bones.

-

“You look like shit.” You lifted your head up from the office desk to see Logan leaning against the door frame. He was in his classic yellow and blue suit which got a small smile from you. He must’ve been training if the dust on his clothes gave any indication.

“I feel like it.” You chuckled as you stood from your chair and cracked your back. Logan made his way into the room and looked at the paperwork that scattered the work space. With each student that came in you had to write an incident report. Most were simple, but for one's like that morning they had to be worded precisely.

“What brings you to my neck of the woods? Need a bandaid for one of your cuts? Or perhaps a kiss to make it all better?” You teased, absentmindedly organizing your desk while Logan watched. His laugh turned into a smirk as he grabbed your chin. The hold he had on your face was light as he forced you to look up at him. Tearing the focus away from the papers, your eyes met with his.

“Tempting. But I had other ideas.” His words sent a heat to rush up your body. The hand that held your chin retreated to form a finger gun as he spoke. He pulled away but you remained leaned against the desk for a moment longer.

“The others don’t have any missions to go on. So they’ll be here for the night.” Logan said before crossing his arms over his chest. Your face still hot from his hold it took you a moment to register what he was trying to say.

“That’s good.” You responded with a small smile as you leaned back. It was embarrassing to say the least that a simple touch could put your head in a spin.

“Do you want to go out?” Logan’s question caught you off guard. So in your typical fashion you teased him.

“Are you asking me on a date, Logan Howlett?” You asked with a raised brow and a smirk before leaning onto the desk. He leaned in, your faces mere inches from one another. It felt as if all the air in the room was sucked away as neither of you pulled away.

“If you say yes.” His statement was plain but you knew the intention. You had thought about asking him out before but hadn’t gotten the courage yet to do it yourself. Sure you had over two hundred years to get that courage but nevertheless, it was nice he made the first move.

“Sure. I’d love to go out.” You leaned back, breaking the eye contact you both held. Glancing over at the clock on your wall to see the time. “I got another hour before I’m off for the night.” When you pulled away from the desk, Logan took one of your hands in his and pulled you back to him with a gentle tug.

“We both know your work here is never done.” His thumb began to rub circles on the top of your hand. Logan’s eyes met yours once again and you could feel the moment your sense of responsibility washed away.

“The others can take care of any bumps and bruises. Let’s get out of here.” He continued his pursuit in convincing you but Logan didn’t realize he had already won. A sigh left your lips as you covered his occupied hand with your other. Giving it a slight squeeze as you spoke.

“Fine. But I’m getting changed first and you should too.” You stated before taking your hands away from his and poking his chest. He chuckled as you headed for the door. “Meet me in the garage in fifteen?” You instructed before leaving and made haste. However you did catch Logan’s reply before you departed.

“Sure thing sweetheart.”

-

Having changed into more appropriate attire for the occasion, you made your way to the garage. Your outfit wasn’t anything extravagant but it was better than the medical scrubs you had on before.

When you entered the garage your attention was immediately brought to Logan. He was leaning against Scott’s motorcycle, his signature leather jacket adorned his shoulders along with his typical jeans. A smile played on his lips as you approached, his eyes taking you in.

“You look good.” He said, pushing off the bike to get closer to you. A smile graced your face at his compliment. No matter how simple his flattering remarks may be.

“Thank you. Handsome as always I see.” You said as you came toe to toe with him. He took your hand in his and raised it to his lips as he placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. Your face instantly heated with the fire of a thousand suns, having not expected him to do anything of that nature.

“You ready to go?” Logan asked, lowering your hand but still keeping it in his hold. It took a moment for his question to register but you nodded eagerly.

“Absolutely!” You said but your face instantly dropped as realization washed over you. “Shit! Wait, I should probably tell someone I’m leaving otherwise-“ when you tried to turn around and pull your hand out of Logan’s grasp he spun you back to face him. His unoccupied hand came to your shoulder and he moved his thumb gently.

“I already told the Professor who already told everyone else. You’re fine.” His words instantly soothed the rising panic that had been bubbling. A smile returning to your face.

“Look at you thinking ahead.” You teased as Logan removed his hand from your shoulder. He chuckled at your remark. His hand gave a small squeeze to yours that had remained in his grasp.

“Well. I know your day hasn’t been the best. So I wanted to make it up to you.” He began to pull you in the direction of the motorcycle. Two full face helmets rested on the seat. Logan grabbed the one meant for you and turned back to you.

“Hope you don’t mind helmet hair.” He said before he gently placed it over your head. His hands brushed over your jaw as he worked to tighten the strap. It wasn’t that you couldn’t do it yourself, but Logan wouldn’t let you argue. You almost thought it was another one of his own selfish ways of touching you. But you tried not to read too much into the jester.

With your helmet secure he quickly put on his own before helping you into the bike. Making sure to swing your leg high enough not to scratch the paint. When Logan got on the bike you instantly wrapped your arms around his waist as he started the engine. The bike roared to life under you.

“Hold on tight.” Logan yelled back over the bike as he opened the garage door and the two of you rolled out into the warm summer night. Wind blowing passed as you made your way down the road.

-

The drive to the nearest bar was ten minutes away which had been fine with you. The grip your arms had on Logan stayed tight as the two of you flew down the road. When arriving in town he weaved through traffic like a mad man which caused your hold on him to only get tighter.

Parking wasn’t an issue as it was fairly empty for a Tuesday night. Logan helped you off the bike before moving to relieve you of your helmet. His fingers just as nimble as before while he took it off. After the bike was secured and helmets insured not to get stolen, you both walked into the bar. The man at the front desk checking your fake IDs before letting you in. Luckily for the two of you the Professor knew some people who did excellent work in fake documentation.

Although there weren’t many vehicles in the parking lot, the building was still busy as always. There were three distinct groups along with a few lone drinkers amongst the attendees. One group of five was stationed at the barstools while the other two groups took up the pool tables. There were two bartenders for the night, one was an older lady that you’ve seen there a few times before. While the second was much younger and hardly seemed old enough to be drinking herself.

Logan and yourself took the seats at the corner of the bar. As you sat, the younger bartender came over and took your orders. Making sure to pay extra attention to Logan’s drink choice which was simple as always.

“I’ll get right on that sugar.” She said with a wink at Logan as she went to pour the drinks. You could feel the blood in your veins begin to boil from jealousy. She was pretty in all the superficial ways a person could think of. However from the way she carried herself you could tell that was as deep as her beauty went.

“Hey sweetheart, are you alright?” Logan’s voice cut through the haze of your thoughts before they could wander too deep. Your eyes met his and it soon registered to you that his hand rested on your thigh.

“Ya. Ya I’m fine.” You said with a wavering smile. When his eyebrows knitted together you knew he wasn’t convinced. You took his hand from your thigh and into your hand, giving it a light squeeze. Before you could reassure him a second time your eyes darted to the bartender as she brought the drinks. She placed your drink down in a rush before taking her time with Logan’s whiskey. Slowly pushing it towards him and making sure to lean on the counter enough to show off her breast.

You took your hand away from Logan’s and quickly grabbed the beverage in front of you before beginning to drink at a steady pace. Suppressing the urge to overreact as she continued her pursuit on the man beside you. You hated confrontation while sober, and you also know where Logan’s intentions lied. As much as your brain wanted to dissociate from the situation you forced yourself to focus on their conversation. Knowing that Logan would handle the situation.

“Can you see I’m with someone?” His tone was gruff and a bit more abrasive than what may have been necessary. However it still didn’t deter her as she continued to smile. His hands rested on the counter, one quickly reached out to grab his drink. When his fingers met the glass the girl reached out and ran her fingers over his knuckles. He quickly jerked his glass away to show his displeasure for the girl. Eyebrows furrowing as he did. As much as you wanted to reach out and throw your drink in her face, you refrained.

“She doesn’t seem to be protesting too much.” She remarked. The bartender pointed to you before crossing her arms. Leaning into one hip as she continued her pursuit. At this point the jealousy that had been brewing turned into simple anger. The girl wasn’t getting the clear message that Logan wasn’t interested.

“Probably because she’s too nice to run you off.” He barked, his hand made a fist and pointed at himself with his thumb. “But I ain’t. So if you wouldn’t mind just taking our drink orders that’d be great.” The girl scoffed at his words and placed her hands on her hips.

“Well it seems- ow!“ Before she could finish her insult, you had forced a bottle of tequila off of the shelf which fell onto her shoulder. Hitting it with a hard thud before shattering to the tile floor. You had formed a small block of condensed air particles behind the bottle and used it to push the bottle from its spot on the shelf.

You put your empty drink down. A fake look of shock crossed your face but Logan’s didn’t have to be forced. His eyebrows raised high at the sudden shatter of the bottle and the girl clutching her shoulder.

“Are you alright?” You finally spoke, your tone matching the one you use for the hurt kids at the mansion. She gritted her teeth at you as you feigned concern. Deep down you couldn’t be happier by the outcome.

“I’m fine! I’ll make you another drink.” The bartender mumbled. She continued rubbing her shoulder, a bruise sure to form, as she made her way over to make another drink.

You bid her a polite thank you before turning back to Logan. You had fought to keep the smile off your face but when Logan greeted you with a knowing smirk it was all over. A sheepish smile appeared on your lips.

“I’m sorry.” You said and fettled with your hands, not exactly sure what to do with them. That sheepish smile still in your face as you looked away. Logan noticed this and quickly took one of your hands in his.

“You have nothing to apologize for. But perhaps next time we stay at the mansion and drink, ya?” His thumb drawing figure eight onto your hand which brought you back to him. Your smile was far more genuine than before. The promise of another date etched into his words.

“Ya. That would be nice.” You agreed, your eyes were locked onto Logan’s but it was quickly intercepted when your drink slid over to you. Averting your gaze from the man in front of you, you realized that it was the older woman this time who brought you the drink.

You quickly thanked her before taking a sip. It didn’t take long after that before drinks were flowing freely between the two of you. Talking as you usually did and discussing drama floating around the school. It was nice as you got to unload all of your troubles not just from that morning, but from everything else.

“Hey I’ll be right back.” Logan said as he stood from his stool. He had just finished off another glass of whisky. Even though he had quite a few glasses already he seemed just as sober as when the two of you had gotten there.

“Oh ok.” You said with a smile as he left. Your eyes trained on him as he turned down the hall that had a neon sign indicating the bathrooms. While you continued to drink your beverage there was a sudden hand that gripped your shoulder. Dread filled your body as you turned to the man who had taken Logan’s seat.

“Glad he’s finally gone.” He said while leaning in for you to smell the potency of his breath. Not only did it reek of cheap alcohol but it also seemed as if he hadn’t brushed his teeth in a month. Your nose scrunched at the smell but you kept your focus on your drink. Placing a hand over top of it to insure it wasn’t spiked.

“Oh what’s the matter baby? Cat got your tongue?” He continued with his advances. You couldn’t help but side eye him at that point. He wasn’t a bad looking man but, just like the young bartender, his looks were as deep as his likability went.

“Fuck off. I’m not interested.” You said before taking a sip from your drink. There wasn’t much you could think to say with the buzz you had going.

“Oh ho I like when they put up a fight.” The hand you hadn’t registered was still on your shoulder giving a squeeze. It was a hard grip, one meant to intimidate a person. But it only fueled the frustration building under your skin. In a swift movement you grabbed his wrist and twisted it. You sprang off the bar stool and forced his chest into the counter before pinning his arm behind him.

“I’ll give you a fight. But it’s not going to be fair.” You growled above him. The mutation in your veins wanting to burst forward and rearrange every atom in his body until he was nothing but a pile of flesh on the ground.

“Ow! What the fuck.” He yelled under you as his other limbs flailed. A devilish smile started to play on your lips at the thought. However, before you did anything foolish, you felt another hand on your shoulder. This one though held a distinct feeling of familiarity as it weighed on you.

“Hey bub. When a lady tells you to fuck off, it’s probably best to do as she says.” Logan said as your grip on the man disappeared. You let him up and grabbed your drink once again to finish it off.

“You can have her! Crazy bitch.” He shouted as he dusted himself off. Your gaze darted to Logan in search for his approval.

“Let me at him, Logan. I’ll put him in his place.” You said with a crack of your fingers and a pop from your neck. Logan’s hand came up to one of your balled fists to lower it.

“No sweetheart.” He said with a gentle tone. The urge to gut the man harassing you subsided. Although the booze was urging you to fight, Logan’s hold on you was outweighing it.

“Aw look at that. Your boyfriend isn’t gonna let you fight like a-“ before another insult could leave his mouth Logan turned and clocked him in the face. The man slumped over the counter, knocked out from the adamantium punch Logan swiftly delivered. The bartender quickly came over but before she could say a word Logan stopped her. He held out a card to her.

“Do you mind closing us out? Thank you.” He said as she took the card to run it for the drinks. You felt a bet wobbly and leaned against the counter. The man had fallen from the counter to the ground with his face down. The Bartender came back a few moments later and handed the card back to Logan with a receipt.

“Come on darlin. Let’s get you home.” He went to take your hand but you pulled it away. The alcohol had started to impair your judgment now that it had replaced the adrenaline. His eyebrows knitted together when you pulled away. Stumbling a little as you did.

“Come on, I wanted to fight. Let’s wait for him to wake up.” You pushed off the counter and balled up your fist while looking at the unconscious man.

“That’s not happening today. Come on.” Before you could protest again, Logan wrapped his arm around your thighs and threw you over his shoulder. You gasped and firmly planted your hands on his lower back to keep from falling too far.

“Logan!” You gasped, feeling dizzy from the sudden jostle. With that he began to walk for the door, making sure to ignore the looks that people gave as the two of you passed. Logan bid the front door man a nod good night as he made way for the door.

“Watch your head.” He warned before walking through the doors. At that point you gave up on fighting him and lowered yourself so as to not get hit by the door frame.

Logan didn’t put you down until he made it to the bike. Even then he kept a hand on you as he grabbed your helmet. He put it on you just as carefully as he did before, making sure it was secured before putting on his own.

He once again helped you onto the bike and started the engine. Your arms instinctively wrapped around Logan but with far more strength than before. The fear of you falling off in your drunken state was heavily in your thoughts. You felt Logan’s chest as he chucked, placing a hand over your forearm.

“It’s alright sweetheart, I gotcha.”

-

The ride back home had been just as smooth as the ride out. The roads had been clearer in town from the late hour so there wasn’t a need to bob and weave through traffic. Your hold on Logan remained tight until the moment he pulled into the garage. There were several moments during the drive that he placed his hand onto your arm. A silent reassurance that he had you and wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

It hadn’t taken long before you were stumbling back to your room with Logan in tow. After you had run into the door frame, heading from the garage into the house, he placed an arm around your waist to insure it wouldn’t happen again. You leaned fully into his touch, soaking in the warmth that always radiated off him.

It wasn’t long before you two arrived at your bedroom door. Logan’s arm fell from your body as he pulled away, taking his warmth with it. You slumped against your door, back pressed firmly against the wood. A grin crossed your lips as you looked up at Logan, he smiled back at you.

“I had fun tonight. Minas the whole getting hit on thing from both parties.” Logan said with a light chuckle. You couldn’t help the muffled laugh you gave after covering your mouth. Trying to stay quiet for the sake of the kids.

“Agreed. Definitely staying here next time we want to drink.” You emphasized with a tap to your door. Your wrist bone hit the door knob with a hard thud.

“Ow.” You said while shaking your hand, Logan reached out and took it in his. Gently rubbing his thumb over the red mark, he brought your hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss. Your cheeks grew hot and a dumb smile crossed your face, the jester getting a stronger reaction then if it had happened while sober.

“Goodnight sweetheart. I’ll see you in the morning.” He said, returning the smile as it all became too much. Logan’s proximity, his touch, the lingering feeling of his kiss. With the liquid courage still coursing through your veins, you pushed off the door. Lightly placing a hand on his shoulder you leaned upwards and placed a kiss on his lips. It was a very brief moment, only lasting a second before you turned back to your door and opened it.

“Good night Logan.” You said with a wave and smile before shutting your door. With the door closed behind you, now alone in your room, the realization of what you just did sank in. You had just drunkenly kissed Logan Howlett.

The man that you’ve watched fight through every war known to man. The man you thought you’d never see again after Vietnam. The man who Scott unknowingly brought back into your life. The man who you formed a friendship with after finding out his memories were no more. The man who you had no idea if the feelings of wanting more were mutual.

Panic seeped into your bones as realization hit you like a frate train. Your body began to slightly shake and your breathing uneven before you slumped back against the door. The scene replaying in your head.

What did I just do?

[just-aake]

Your Special Day

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: You celebrate Natasha’s special day with small surprises for her.

Warnings: fluff

Words: 1160

The alarm on the phone rings, waking the red-haired agent from her slumber. After turning off the shrill sound, her hand automatically reaches over toward the other side of the bed, only to sit up in confusion when she finds an empty space.

The area still retains some of your warmth, so you couldn't have left too long ago. After getting dressed, Natasha comes out of your shared room and is immediately greeted by a sweet smell seemingly from the kitchen. 

Making her way to the area, Natasha finds the source of the smell—a small spread of breakfast laid out on the table. A ding from the coffee maker signals its completion, and Natasha is pleasantly surprised when she recognizes the scent of the finished drink.

Someone, probably Stark, had used the last batch of her favorite brand of coffee, and she hadn’t had the time to pick up any more, so for the past weeks, she just settled for drinking one of the other basic coffees available.

Judging from the still-warm breakfast and the timing of the completed coffee, Natasha could tell that this meal was planned precisely for when she would usually have woken up. 

The only thing missing was the person who was behind this meticulous planning.

After calling your name and not seeing any signs of you anywhere, Natasha spots a piece of paper under the plate with your familiar handwriting.

Got called in for a meeting with Fury. Nothing serious. Take your time and enjoy your breakfast! Love you, Y/n

Natasha's lips quirked up into a soft smile at your words. Looking back at the homemade breakfast you made especially for her, her heart warms at your gesture. Tucking the note safely away in her pocket, Natasha decides to listen to your words and enjoy the meal you prepared for her.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

After finishing her breakfast and arriving at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Natasha walks through the halls toward her workspace, intending to work on the piles of mission reports that she needs to complete by the end of today. It's not a difficult task, just tedious with the amount of paperwork required to fill out.

Maria appears from the corner heading in the opposite direction of Natasha. When she glances up from her tablet and notices the agent, she stops and greets her.

“Afternoon, Romanoff. I got those reports of yours. Thanks for finishing them so quickly,” Maria tells her appreciatively.

Natasha gives her a confused look, wondering if she is referring to the reports that she was just on her way to complete.

“My reports?” Natasha questions.

“Yeah, L/n gave them to me this morning,” Maria explains.

Natasha’s eyes widen slightly in surprise at the revelation.

Not noticing her expression, Maria continues swiping through her tablet while humming in thought.

“Looks like there’s not much else that needs to be done right now,” she looks back at Natasha with an impressed look. “I guess that means you can take it easy today. Enjoy your day off, Romanoff.”

“Thanks,” Natasha replies distractedly as Maria leaves. 

She stands there in wonder, touched by what you’ve done for her today. Natasha contemplates what she should do now that she no longer has any work to complete. 

You haven’t seen or replied to her text messages yet, which probably means you are still in your meeting with Fury.

A familiar voice pulls Natasha’s attention from her phone as she looks at the person speaking to her.

“So, do you just stand there all day, or do you actually do hero stuff in this place?” Yelena asks casually as she taps the walls of the headquarters, nodding her head at the durability.

“Yelena, what are you doing here?” Natasha asks curiously at yet another nice surprise that she has received today. 

She hasn’t seen her little sister in person for a couple of months now, ever since Yelena decided to explore the world, leading her team of Widows in helping where they can.

Yelena shrugs nonchalantly, replying, “Considering what day it is, I figure I could take some time out of my schedule to spend with my sister and ‘catch up’ about what’s happening in our lives.”

Yelena raises her hands in air quotes around the words, as if repeating the phrase from someone else.

Natasha raises a disbelieving brow at her, knowing that there’s more to the situation.

At her expression, Yelena rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath.

“Plus, your girlfriend was kind of scary when she called me,” she admits, shuddering at the memory.

Natasha grins amusedly at the information, figuring that you had a part in this surprise also. She gestures with her head at Yelena to follow her.

“Come on, I’ll show you around, and you can tell me about the hero stuff you’ve done,” Natasha tells her with a small smirk.

Yelena shoots a similar expression back at her sister and follows after her, excited to recount her adventures and spend some time together again.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

After saying goodbye to Yelena, Natasha comes back to the Avengers compound to find a delicious scent emanating from the kitchen again.

This time, however, when she makes her way to the area, she is glad to see your familiar figure standing in the room.

You look up at her entrance, your smile widening when you see that it is her.

“Welcome back,” you greet her. “Did you have a good day?”

“Yeah, it was almost perfect,” Natasha replies casually as she moves around the counter to be closer to you.

Your brows furrow as you discreetly pull out your phone to glance at the list of things you had planned for today, wondering what you might have missed – homemade breakfast, favorite coffee, completed reports, no additional work, Yelena, and now dinner.

These were all just simple gestures that you thought of doing for her today. You know Natasha doesn’t like to make a big deal about this day in particular, but you still wanted to at least make it a little more special for her than usual.

You scan your list again, wondering what it is that you must have forgotten.

Suddenly, Natasha’s hand covers your screen as she pushes your phone away, and she raises her eyebrows pointedly at you.

“It’s you, Y/n,” Natasha explains amusedly. “Being with you makes today perfect.”

Your mouth opens slightly in surprise at her words, wondering how you forgot something so simple.

Looking at your expression fondly, Natasha places her hands on your waist and pulls you close to her, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your lips.

Pulling back slightly, she rests her head against yours as she looks into your eyes filled with love.

“Thank you...for everything,” she tells you sincerely.

You give her a soft smile, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her in close again as you whisper against her lips.

“Happy Birthday, Natasha.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n: thank you for reading!

[jacktheeldergod2]

You find a weird folded paper in your wallet. It describes how 3 months from now a monster will come to your area and you have to deal with it. Below is the list of monsters,one of which you must tick off,lest all of them arrive. Your choices are the following:

Sinless Steve:a dazzling wrestler with long thick messy hair,blessed with the ability of no one realizing when he does a sin or breaks a law or even says something bad. He's also strong enough to walk through steel as if it was tinfoil and durable enough to get run over by a car and be pretty much unscathed,thus he has to turn his powers off to wrestle. Apart from that he is a normal human serial killer through and through. No details were given on why he kills people instead of just robbing a company and buying enough drugs to kill an elephant like a normal person would

An invisible dinosaur with human intelligence. While not specifying the type of dinosaur an image of a car with a stepped on,crushed front was provided so that's a way to gauge its size. The dinosaur was described as a callous,sadistic creature that is very racist towards humans and said its feathers were a mutated ochre color. No mentions of what this mutation is were present in the letter

A strigoi which means a mythical nosferatu looking ass vampiric undead. It is strong as hell and more aggressive than a hyena. In its previous life it was a renowned fisherman and it still uses a fishing rod haunted by his wife. He uses it to catch people. If you hold religious faith holding a religious symbol up will hurt him a little. You could torture some occult knowledge out of him maybe

Hisia:a decrepit looking smelly sludge amoeba that eats plant life. It's a slime monster basically. Sings a weird bellowing song that makes people tremble,those who get close enough having their organs rupturing from the sound. Smells like rotten food,so much so that flies constantly die trying to go towards it

Lebo Nigoryx:a 10 meter tall troll with 4 heads and 9 arms. their blood is acid,their mere breath poison and the touch of their scorched palms is a wildfire,setting aflame all they touch. Weakened by lead. Has a specific grudge on native americans. Or it prefers their taste. Afraid of hawks

Kevin Jameson Jones:a man from a parallel earth with multiple steampunk enhancements in his body. The machine implanted on his chest allows him to change into different mutated forms including an anglerfish form,a really tall hermaphrodite human form,a beastly canine form,a hyper fast feline form,a songbird form and a fire breathing pangolin form. This knock-off Ben ten does human experimentations to test new forms he could make. If you beat him he will willingly transplant his machines to you and then live to serve you as long as you allow him to add more forms. Has baggy eyes and messy black hair but his machines keep him from going pale or frail

Alertharax: an angel of another world that has come to "cleanse the unclean". It looks like a pangolin the size of a rhino,with platinum plates,golden claws and scaled grey skin. Only attacks at night and never appears under the sun's gaze. Seems to be able to mind control young teenagers and children to a minor degree. Speaks calmly but in a shrieky,gravelly voice

The truest warrior:a man that has a life extending item called the pugilist's polyhedron that lets him lengthen his life in purpose of training. Knows most martial arts armed or unarmed. Is supernaturally physically abled due to training for more than 14000 years. Cannibalizes the random people he chooses to fight and always beats. Looks 40 years old,has scars older than your family name. Has a satchel with an unknown amount of weapons that all magically fit there

Ogallon the river scourge:a maroon colored dragon as tall as a rhino with a torso as long as a bus and 12 legs. Swims around in sewers,rivers,lakes and other places of water. Eats humans just to bring misery,hates loudness. His tail has a scorpion stinger with a poison that turns those hit into undead wraiths. He has never lost a battle and never had a scar given to him by anyone who wasn't themselves a dragon. Hoards metals of any kind

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[reallyromealone]

Hello there!

I thought of a cute scenario a couple days ago and wanted to send it to you then but your asks were closed. So here I am, ominously crawling out of the bushes like some Lovecraftian horror to ask you this.

Can you write Bonten with a child reader that makes them something during arts and crafts class!

Like; a warped modeling clay ashtray for Takeomi, a too small felt eyepatch for Kakucho, a messily beaded bracelet that spells "kill all traitors" for Sanzu, a dried mochi made of playdough for Mochizuki, a papermache name placard for Koko's desk, a poorly drawn picture of a dog for Rindou, a construction paper card for Ran and a macaroni heart for Mikey.

You can do all of them, one of them, a few of them and even none of them; whatever you're comfortable with.

Please and thank you, regardless of if you decide to write this or not; you just reading it was a kind enough gesture to be honest. Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

Absolutely this is adorable

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

Father's day.

Something Bonten didn't think about before (name), the three year old starting preschool and boy did he have his work cut out for him.

Thankfully they were doing many fathers day activities in his preschool, the Bonten men putting in crazy money for the highest education thru could give their little one.

"Hewr papa, a neck-o-lass" (name) said handing Koko a painted macaroni necklace that was frankly tragic looking but Koko thought it was absolutely precious.

"An ass-tray!" (Name) proudly presented the frankly fucked up looking ashtray to Takeomi as the men tried to not bust out laughing at what the boy said "Ash Tray (name), and thank you" (name) smiled at the praise and the head pat before going to the next father in the list: Mikey.

It was again macaroni art, on construction paper was a glittery macaroni mess shaped like a heart with a 'i Lov Yu papa!' At the bottom and Mikey silently cooed at it "thank you (name)" he said softly and (name) continued his mission.

"Moh-cheey for you papa!" (Name) handed Mochi a lump of clay with glitter and a smiley face on it "very unique bud, thank you" it was ugly as hell and it was in fact going on his home office desk.

"We made bacelets" (name) handed Sanzu a pipe cleaner bracelet with poorly put on beats and it was ill fitting but the words "cool papa" warmed his heart "thank you.." when he had the chance he planned to replace it with a more durable bracelet strap.

He wanted to keep this forever.

Bonten tried not to laugh at Kakuchos gift, a poorly shaped felt eyepatch glued together.

"For your ouchie!"

"...thanks..."

"Ok this is being used for work" Koko said holding the cardboard name plate with "papa" written in crayon and stickers on it.

"This is going on the fridge!" Rindō said at the shitty drawing of their dog Coconut, looked like a bunch of scribbles but the "Koko-nut" on top dignified what it was.

Ran followed with his construction paper card and (name) beamed at their praise "now, why don't we go out to eat, hm?"

[uhhlifeig]

Giving - Dec. 12th - word count: 729 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus Lupin sat down near the hearth of Potter Manor, holding a plate of pastries and a mug of hot chocolate.

Sirius Black was sitting right next to him in the little circle that his friends had made. Remus smiled at his boyfriend and passed him a Muggle store-bought croissant, grinning when Sirius wrinkled his nose.

“Moony, are you trying to poison me? What is this- this abomination?” Sirius asked, dropping the pastry on the floor. “How dare you hand that to me?”

“Well, Sirius, you were the one who suggested we get some Muggle foods to try over Christmas hols. It’s not my fault,” Remus shrugged.

“How dare you, Moony,” Sirius said, putting a hand on his heart and pretending to faint like a Victorian-Era lady. “That is pure lies and slander, and you know it.”

“Shut up, Sirius. We want to start the gift opening,” grumbled Lily from where she was nestled into James’s side. “Save the dramatics for later.”

“Fine,” Sirius pouted, righting himself. “Who’s up first?”

“Sirius,” Peter sighed, “If you had been listening then you would have realized that it was you first. But noooo, you had to go and faint over a croissant.”

“Hey! It was an utter travesty to all French food, stop defending that atrocity,” Sirius protested, getting up and walking over to the tree to get his gift. 

Lily had insisted on doing something different this year, so she had chosen some sort of Muggle tradition called “Secret Santa” or something like that. It involved slips of paper and also a lot of secrecy, but Sirius was great at secrecy.

Oh, and his gift was for Remus. It may or may not have been a stack of books, but that didn’t matter.

Sirius grabbed the bright red present with his name on it from under the tree and made his way back over to the group.

“Unwrap it!” cheered James, which caused Lily to smack him in the arm. 

Sirius did as told, and was surprised to see a bright red and gold scarf. He picked it up, trying to figure out who had given it to him. 

It must have been Lily, he figured, as she was able to knit and she also liked to make her friends gifts.

“Lily, was this from you?” Sirius asked.

“No, it wasn’t, actually.” She smirked and glanced at Peter, who sighed at her devious smirk. 

“It’s from me, Sirius,” Peter said. “I also charmed it to be durable and also to be warm no matter what, so that Padfoot has something to play tug with that’s harder to break.”

“Thanks, Pete,” Sirius said, pretending to blow him a kiss. “Such a thoughtful lad, you are.”

“Well yeah. It’s the season of giving, after all. Now,” Peter clapped his hands together. “Remus, you’re up.”

Remus made his way over to the tree as well, picking out a deep blue box and going back to the little circle that his friends had made. 

Upon unwrapping it, his eyes widened when he saw first editions of all of his favorite books. Who the fuck would have this much money- Oh. Wait. Sirius and James would.

Remus made a guess at who the gift-giver was. He did have a fifty-fifty chance, after all. 

“Sirius, fess up. Why’d you do this for me?” 

Sirius’s eyes widened, obviously not expecting his boyfriend to guess him first try. “I mean, you said you liked those books?” he said weakly.

“No, no. Well, yes, I do, but these are first editions, Sirius. I expect you know how rare and valuable these are, no? Why?” Remus asked, already doing mental calculations for how much he owed.

“Because I love you? You mean so much to me, and also that was, like, barely a dent in Alphard’s money. I’d totally do it again. When Wally and Onion die then I’ll buy you all the books you want., actually. Make them roll in their graves a bit, you know?”

Remus sat there, shocked, before regaining his senses and pulling his boyfriend into a kiss.

A good few seconds into the kiss, Remus heard James gag. “Get a room, you two. Please. You’re dirtying the pastries’ innocent dough.” 

They broke apart, shooting him a dirty look in unison before bursting into laughter. 

“The pastries? Seriously?” Lily said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, love. Siriusly.”

[rosesvineyard]

WAKE UP!! the willscuella children just got dropped!!

EEEEEEE look at these cheeky little sillies!! lore and headcannons underneath!! <3

(mostly about Javier's and Bill's parenting, since I can't fit everything about GJ and Aluzio here, so I'll do it in another post!! :D )

☆

Giulia-Jane and Aluzio are about the same age as Jack M, albeit a few months younger, with GJ being the eldest twin. after the VDL gang broke apart, they just sorta.. showed up. they are biologically Javier's and Bill's-- considering they look exactly like them, and with the amount of paranormal shit in rdr2 and rdr1-- it isn't exactly all that impossible.

Javier and Bill were still pretty much on the run during this period of time after the gang fell. at some point, they found the strange two twins, who looked around the age of three or so-- and since they couldn't just leave them there, they took the kids with them.

the main idea wasn't to get too attached to the little rascals and to try and find some place to drop them off... but at some point, that backfired. all because those two kids reminded Bill and Javier too much of their own childhoods-- too much of themselves. plus, it was hard not to grow fond of the toddlers if they were the ones feeding them and sleeping next to them all the time.

Javier always had hoped to be a father eventually, in some shape or form. to him, the kids were like a blessing and a sign to keep going.

they didn't even have their own identity at the start, so Bill suggested they name the girl Giulia-Jane after Javier's sister and Bill's sister. it was a nice gesture, but it sure did drive the guilt and regret deeper into Javier's heart. they never really talked about it after that, of course they didn't.

Aluzio's name wasn't given much thought, but Bill liked the way it sounded with Elijah, so it certainly was a good combination to choose.

after one particular big explosive argument, they decided to rack up enough (stolen) money to provide for GJ and Aluzio, and get a piece of land in the middle of nowhere in Mexico.

onto parenting; Javier had a vague idea on how to raise a functioning person. He had his mother and sister to go off as food influences in his life-- while his father was overworking himself with intense labour. Javier adores GJ and Aluzio, showering them with words of love and affection, since familial love in his culture is shown more outwardly. still, he'd be the one to sit them down and set firm ideas, teaching them right from wrong. and if either of them misbehaved, he'd make sure they'd learn from it. Javier never thought to raise his voice so often at the twins, since he himself never really enjoyed it when he was younger. those uncomfortable memories of being cornered by his father screaming in his face never really sat with him right. so if he started yelling, someone really fucked up. Javier is also the one getting the twins durable, clean clothes and making sure they're fed every night, since he never wants his kids to go hungry and starve like he had to in America.

As for Bill, he didn't have any good role models in his life. His mother died in childbirth and his father was always drunk and never really in his right mind. he had Jane, but back then she was far worse than he was in terms of.. bad behaviour. still, Bill would try his best with raising GJ and Aluzio, trying to do all the things he wanted to do with his own dad when he was young, because, unlike his father, Bill's better than that

he's not a man of sentimental words, so Bill was always the one expressing his love through physical affection. he became a lot more gentle with his burly hands, probably thinking he'd accidentally shatter GJ like a plate 💔 he'd also go out of his way to get things he'd think his girl and boy would enjoy, also making lots of jokes to make the kids happy, even if it was at his expense. fuck it, he even learned how to braid GJ's hair in a traditional Mexican style with ribbons because he wanted her to be happy. even if he didn't really understand the cultural significance, he still did it because he loved her. honestly, Bill's just awkwardly trying his best.

to have people actually depend on and need him was such a foreign concept to Bill, that he wanted to try his hardest and fulfill those needs.

nothings perfect though, because even in domesticity, the Williamson-Escuella family is not safe from regret.

GJ is rarely called by her full name by her parents, and that's because it hurts too much. so instead Bill calls her 'Sweetpea' and Javier calls her 'Mija'

they just hope their son doesn't make the same mistake as they did.

ARGHH PLEASEEEE I'd love to answer any questions or requests about GJ and Aluzio!!!! please give me any more ideas if you have any!!

hell, I'd be happy to receive any willscuella asks in general, thank you for reading!!! <3

[berryhobii]

this is so LFW couple coded https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2kkbOYo8jj/?igsh=MXZrY3JsNDAwcWVkZA==

Thanks for your request and I’m sorry it took so long!🩵🩵🩵still hope you enjoy

Jungkook emerged from your huge walk in closet carrying a shoe box. Now, your husband loved to spoil you; he’d buy you whatever you wanted and whatever he wanted you to have. You could just glance at something in a store and best believe it would be in your lap days later. You always appreciated whatever he did for you, thanking him immensely and doing anything to reciprocate that love.

You also had a remarkable memory which meant you could look at something and determine if Jungkook had gifted it to you.

But you’ve never seen that shoe box before. Just the color told you they were YSL.

“Where did those come from?” You inquired as he dropped on his knee in front of you, placing the box down next to him.

He sent you a cheeky grin. “I picked them up while I was out earlier. I thought they’d go well with your dress.” He removed the top of the box along with the tissue paper that covered the shoes.

You gasped as he pulled out the pair of pumps; shiny black and open toed with a gold plated YSL as the heel.

“Jungkook, you didn’t have to get me these.” You gasped, still in shock. You personally only owned a few pairs of luxury shoes and Jungkook purchased almost all of them. Name brands didn’t matter that much to you since you prioritized comfort and durability over price. You also loved H&M and Nordstrom Rack because sales were like drugs to you so super expensive shoes never really pulled your attention.

Those gorgeous doe eyes locked with yours, full of adoration and respect for you and you were sure you were looking at him the exact same way.

“You deserve it, baby. I want you to have all the nice things in the world.”

You smiled, reaching out to cup his cheek and running your thumb across his cheekbone as he nuzzled into your touch. “I have you. That’s all I need.”

He lifted your foot, sliding the shoe on and then going about securing it to your foot. After placing a kiss to your leg, he did the same with the other shoe. He stood to his own feet, holding out a hand for you to take so you could stand.

You twisted your leg to get a good look at the new footwear. Then you turned back to him, lifting your arms to wrap around his shoulders and his went to your waist.

“They’re beautiful, Jungkook. Thank you.” He could feel the sincerity rolling off your tongue. Jungkook knew you could be a little bashful and your humble nature meant you weren’t very materialistic but he just couldn’t help himself from spoiling you. He married you, not only because he loved you dearly(which he did) but also because he wanted to give you the life you deserved.

One side of you was a dedicated professional, educated and self sufficient; he knew you could take care of yourself and get the job done.

Then you had that other side of you that he had worked hard to pull out; the side that allowed you to put down your workload and relax into your femininity. When you could be a little ditzy and absentminded because you knew your man had your back. He applied that pressure all throughout your relationship, letting you know that you could depend on him. Not necessarily financial wise even though he could but also emotionally and mentally.

He truly brought out a side in you that you didn’t even think you were capable of expressing and you loved him so much for it.

“Anything for you, my pretty girl. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Tugging him down, you connected your lips in a passionate kiss—intimate and loving.

“Would it be too forward if I asked you to sit on my face right now?” He whispered against your gloss smeared lips, hands wandering down to squeeze at the fat of your ass through your dress.

You breathed out a chuckle. “We’re already late. I promise I’ll sit on it later though, okay?” You pecked his lips one last time, patting him twice on the cheek before strutting away in your new shoes. Jungkook’s eyes followed your hypnotizing backside, dreamily sighing.

He had really hit the jackpot with you and hopefully he’d be able to hit something else later.

bonus:

“Kookieeeeeeee, my feet hurt!” You whined loudly, your pinky finger barely holding onto Jungkook’s hand as you two walked the 2 blocks to the car but they felt a million miles long at this point.

You trailed slightly behind him as the pain in your feet forced you to slow your ass down.

“You’re the one who wanted bubble tea. I told you we could go to the place closer to home but you insisted on walking up that hill.” He chastised but there was no real heat behind his words, a smile perpetually on his face from the few drinks he had and your antics.

“It was disgusting too! The girls on Instagram make it look so delicious! Why did you let me do that?” You complained, stomping your feet but then regretting it when your toes said no thank you.

“I told you not to get the matcha one. You hate matcha.”

“Stop combating my complaints with facts!”

You slowly came to a stop which made Jungkook stop too. He turned around, an endearing expression crossing his face at the sight of your pout. You had released your natural hair from the cute, curly bun it was wrapped up in earlier. He remembers you pulling about 100 Bobby pins from the tresses as the heat of the club started to get to you. The fullness was now packed into a claw clip that he helped you secure.

You looked adorable.

Sighing and shaking his head, Jungkook took your purse from you and looped it over his arm before bending down and picking you up.

You immediately relaxed in his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck and snuggling closer to him.

Placing a sweet kiss to the side of his neck, you, you murmured, “Mmm, thank you baby. I promise I won’t fall asleep before I get to sit on your face.”

Jungkook snorted. “Whatever you say. Let’s just focus on getting home.”

“I’m serious. I never break a promise.”

“Neither do I.” He soothed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He promised he’d always care for you. That he’d always love you.

That he’d be everything you needed and give you everything you deserved.

[quibbs126]

So this morning I’ve been attempting to draw this megop fankid, aka Palisade

I think I’ve mostly been thinking about her because of my post last night complaining about not being able to use the name Nova, but then getting the idea for the name Palisade. And then my brain’s been trying to work with those ideas

Honestly I think the main reason I have ideas for her is the fact that she’s named after a pre-existing character, and her design and personality is somewhat based on that character (Palisade from Anodyne 2)

It’s why she’s a girl at all and also why she’s strong and has shield things

But yeah, I had ideas, so I attempted to at least get some general ideas out on a canvas, which is what you see here

Honestly my biggest issue right now is that she’s not tied to any continuity, and thus I have no concrete bases for her design outside of general shared features between iterations of Megatron and Optimus

I do think I subconsciously was trying to incorporate Transformers Prime things in there, like her sharper plating and the things under her eyes. But I don’t really want her to be in TFP, I’m divided on how I see megop there. You can sell me on pre-breakup them and if a fic has an interesting enough premise you might get me interested, but as is, as close to canon as you can, I don’t like it

Another large issue is that I have absolutely no clue what her alt mode should be, only general ideas as to what I want on her robot mode, like big things on her arms that act like shields and also weapons to beat you to death with

But I tried with what I could, which mostly consisted of trying to figure out her head

Like Overdrive, she’s very much a work in progress, I just felt like sharing her as well

But unlike Overdrive, I actually have some ideas on her character at this stage. We’ll get back to design things later

So basically I’m thinking that Palisade here is a rather large and bulky bot, something she gets from Megatron’s side. However, she’s far more about defense than offense, being very durable and using herself as a shield for others. She’s an absolute tank in the figurative sense, probably not the literal sense. She’s also supposed to have things on the side of her arms that as stated, turn into shields (possibly with energy extensions to make them bigger) and can probably combine into one big one if need be. But also they can turn into weapons and/or just on their own are very heavy and bulky, and are effective bludgeoning tools to beat the crap out of you with. And she is not above violence, so that is a threat

In another life, she probably would have made it big as a gladiator

But I imagine she tends to work more in rescue missions than fighting, wanting to help people and being physically strong enough to save them. I think she’d be neutral, but if she had to pick a side it’d probably be Autobot

Should probably be a good time to mention I don’t really know her backstory either, at least when it comes to her parents. I might incorporate the “born right after the breakup and yeeted as soon as possible” backstory I made up prior into her, but I’m not sure. Realistically though it’s either that or she’s born after the war. Still not sure though, I’m only imagining her as an adult

Personality wise, all I can really say is that in my head she’s very cheery and friendly. She probably should have more to her than that, and she probably will, I just haven’t figured out what yet. More depth would probably come from her relationship with her parents, but again, I haven’t really figured out the circumstances there yet

I think that’s about all I have figured out on her character, now to complain about the design process

Trying to combine Optimus and Megatron’s helms is a nightmare, I tell you. I’ve tried it before, and I really don’t know how to do it. Though I think in some cases it’s a problem of me not wanting to change an idea I had, despite it not working. The biggest offender of this being trying to incorporate antenna

But yeah, there’s probably ways, especially with the designs of other characters; like I think maybe g1 Dion’s helm could be a good mix of the two, I just refuse to find them or give up on what I want

But yeah, I tried to combine Megatron’s bottom helm things with Optimus’ antenna, and they never work right together. Because the antenna have to be on those circles, which need to be outermost, but the bottom of Megatron’s helm also needs to be outermost, with maybe some exceptions. So like, it never looks right, but I really wanted it here

The top triangle thing on her helm is also a feature I lifted from Anodyne 2 Palisade. To me it’s a thinner plate, more decoration than bulk, and while I’m still trying to figure out exactly how it works, I like how it looks

The leftmost two helm designs you see here are my favorites, I want her to have the antenna and the bottom things, but I just don’t know how to make them work together

I did come up with a semi solution though, while scrolling through my refs. Basically it was to combine the bottom helm with Optimus’ side horn things, and make them tall so they look sort of like antenna. It also looks similar to Earthspark Megatron’s design

I think it works and isn’t as much confusion for me on anatomy, but if I could make the antenna-helm combo work, I would rather do that

Also I’m still not sure how her helm outside of the red bits work. You might be able to tell they’re just kind of existing as is

But moving on from that tirade, I’ve had some ideas for color combos of the two floating around for a while, the main one I wanted to try a being grey and red combo

Sure she might have turned out looking more like black and red here, but maybe with her full design the grey can come out more. I’d just need to figure out an alt mode for her

She also ended up with blue eyes simply because I liked the color alongside the rest of hers. I tried red and yellow but I think I just liked blue best

Also there’s the little diamond thing at the top of her triangle. I think I just added that for extra decoration, but it does kind of evoke Optimus’ head thing, so it works

And yeah, I think that’s all on her right now. I just wanted to share this as well. Should probably work more on her, but I don’t know too much how to further her outside of more tweaking to her head

[kawaii-queen-kaiju]

Young and Feeling

Part Three!

Phoenix blinked down at the small child in front of her. He blinked back. “What are you doing out? I thought Batman killed you.” He said, completely serious.

“What the fuck.”

She’d dropped down into the alley after hearing something clatter, fully expecting a stray cat or something. She was not expecting a tiny boy with a camera who apparently thought she was dead. How did he even know who she was to think she was dead in the first place? No one ever saw her as Phoenix.

“Look, I won’t tell Batman you escaped his basement, if you don’t tell him you saw me.” He bargained, like it was completely reasonable.

“What the fuck?!”

-

Of course, she couldn’t tell Bruce about the child without admitting that she was patrolling without his clearance. Whenever he had her and Babs study his suit footage, just to get a feel for the routine of patrol, she started noticing little things. Small clatters, a shadow on the wall gone just as fast as it appeared, just a few pixels lighting up across the street like the flash of a camera... That little shit.

How long had the boy been following Batman? Did he know he was Bruce? Why in unholy hell was this child running around Gotham alone?

She gnawed her lip. If she hadn’t been looking for signs of him, she’d never have noticed the kid. Either she let him keep running around, or she tells the Bat that she’d been sneaking around. Groaning, she braces for the major lecture she was in for.

-

After a solid two hours of Bruce scolding her (then another one from her mother), he agreed to let her start patrolling with him, though only on slower nights, and she wasn’t allowed to go off on her own or wear her very not durable scrap costume. She’d be getting a proper suit, which she was perfectly content with. Now to tell him about the kid…

-

Riley stared at the older vigilante, his hands steepled in front of his face and his eyes closed. “B? You good?”

“Where.”

-

The kid had done well, managing to hide from Batman (who was trained by fucking assassins), but now that he knew what to look for, he found him soon enough. The younger boy had given her a betrayed, wide-eyed look while she snickered, giving him a little twirl and good look of her new costume. A dark orange reinforced bodysuit, similar to Nightwing’s, with brown and black kevlar plating. There was a sharp red bird shape on her chest, matching the color of the lining in her black hood. Her dyed red shoulder length curls were tied up in two space buns and her new tinted (prescription!!!) goggles fit comfortably around her head.

She shot the kid - Tim, he said his name was, as in Tim Drake… this is fine, it’s not like she’s a Crime Alley kid suddenly interacting with billionaires regularly now - a little finger wave as Bruce reamed him about doing what he was.

Tim was ballsy though, revealing that he knew Batman’s identity, and… well not really threatening much. Probably trying to get Bruce to go easy on him. She could respect it. Kid was working overtime though, all he had to do was flash the neglect he suffered at home and he’d have Bruce wrapped around his finger. The look on B’s face when she’d told him about her own unfortunate paternal situation had been priceless.

-

She was more than a bit pissy at how quickly Bruce agreed to train Tim to be Robin. She understood to a point, the kid (nevermind that he’s a mere two years younger than her) was incredibly annoying when he wanted to be, and had even threatened to go out on his own like Dick had. She more than understood the logic behind Bruce’s decision, but logic didn’t stop feelings. It didn’t quiet the voice at the back of her head saying he was making a mistake, that he didn't care.

The great thing about being allowed to linger in the ridiculously expansive Manor as long and often as she wanted was the library. A few days after Bruce had started her training, Alfred had shown her to the library, but more specifically, Jason’s nook. She’d cried that day.

A pile of pillows tucked behind the shelves, a small lamp and stacks of his favorite books all around. It had come to be one of her favorite places. Especially when she was upset and even more especially when she was feeling heavily about anything Jason-related.

Tucked into his nook, she felt close to him. It felt like he was there with her, even when he wasn’t. Wouldn’t ever be again.

~

Part Five!

[wren-beowulf]

[DISCONNECTED] Arc

Into The Wren-verse

As Above, So Below: 0 1 2 3 4

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PROFILE

File Name: Lurcher. Jackdaw

Birth Name: Wren Alexander Beowulf.

Location: Gotham.

Years Active: 8 I'm new in town

Gotham Location: Crime Alley. Has many outposts, not all have been identified. You'll never find them lmao

Species: Halfa, guess 'cause I'm halfalive? Danny says I ain't human no more... stupid Lazarus pit...

CRIMES [All Have Multiple Accounts]

Shoplifting

Pickpocketing

Larceny

Robbery

Armed Robbery

Burglary

Auto Theft

Grand Theft

Petty Theft

Government Theft

Trespassing

Destruction of Property

Destruction of Private Property

Destruction of Government Property

Cybercrimes

Cyperespionage

Piracy

Inciting Malware Attacks

Unlawful Possession of Firearms

Unlawful Trafficking of Firearms

Assault with a Deadly Weapon

Terrorism

Homicide

First Degree Murder

Second Degree Murder

Squatting

Death Threats

Stalking

Organized Crime

I'm a good boy who's never committed a crime ever in my life~

IDENTIFIABLE APPEARENCE (Costime):

- Modified Motorcycle Helmet. Sleek Back, light blue ring light on center. Light occasionally changes shape and colour. Suspected modification:

Thermal Vision

Night Vision

Info Scanning

Voice Changing

Image and Video Projection

- Kevlar Suit [Stolen] permanently borrowed Colours primarily black with some light blue.

- Straps on thighs, waist, chest, and back. Straps hold many weapons and gadgets, caution is advised.

- Shortened black Leather Jacket. Sleeves typically pulled up.

- Metal Plated Tech Armour of Unknown Origin. Located on Arms/Hands and Legs/Feet. Primary colours light silver with some light blue. Suspected abilities of Unknown Armour:

Extreme Durability and Impact Absorption.

Enhance and aid physical abilities

[Hands] Hacking and Information Downloading via touch.

[Hands] Capable of producing whips from wrists. Whips do not seem to be fully physical, formed from some kind of unknown energy.

[Feet] Anchoring feature to surfaces via clamps.

[Feet] Magnetically walking up metal surfaces.

IDENTIFIABLE APPEARENCE (Physical):

Subject approximately 5'7 in height, stronger build. Hair longer, black in colour, typically seen done up and now with an undercut too, it looks good right?. Eyes pale blue, darker outer circle (has been compared to a husky) They also glow now, so that's somethin' . Skin is fair with many moles, beauty mark under left side of lip.

Subject has many scars from many different things, too many to catalog. Though notably a rather large scar going from his left thigh, inner hip, around the length of his back, and around to his right shoulder. Newer scars include thin lines across his left cheek, a bullet scar on his ribs, and a long slash across his collar bone. And now I got one where some FUCKER cut off my arm and fingers. Now my arm looks a lil different too... all modified 'n kinda blue 'n stuff... ain't all that different from my tattoo tbh but with lighter colours. And also my blood glows and is blue. I'm made of glowstick juice hehehe.

Subject dresses in a way that is described as "Alternative", typical work attire consists of a black tank top and tan jumpsuit around waist. Yeah but I also changed now, got those tight shirts and pants too. I know you're checkin' out my ass, ya peepers. And now I started wearin' shades too 't hide those glowin' eyes from ya.

Subject has many piercings, including three in each ear, and snake bites on his lips. Subject used to have piercings in left eyebrow and nose, but no longer. Also nipple piercin's can't forget those~ Oh! And a got a tattoo now! Full sleeve on my right arm~ Looks cool right?

Has been called "Hot" and "Handsome" and "Attractive" on multiple occasions. Because I'm an A grade hottie~ I keep makin' people turn gay!

NOTABLE EQUIPMENT:

Subject Lurcher JACKDAW has many staple pieces of equipment that allow for further identification. However, the origin of these pieces of equipment is unknown, and any attempts to identify them have come back negative. They seem to all run of some kind of foreign power source made of an unknown material. They all act in a strangely organic way, reacting to Subject Lurcher's JACKDAW subconscious rather than to automated commands. Subject Lurcher JACKDAW seems to refer to this equipment as "Magi-tech" implying them to be mystical in Nature.

Yeaaahhh so turn out that Magi-Tech was actually tech made by this secret underground group who were makin' weapons powered by Lazarus water that I accidentally purified after I stole it. They were... not very happy 'bout that.

Known "Magi-tech" Equipment includes:

- "Argo", a rather large hoverboard with extended capabilities. Coloured primarily black with some silver and light blue. Known Extended Capabilities Include:

Flight

High Durability

Shifting parts to extend size as a shield

Shifting parts to form a dome type shield

Seems to be highly connected to other "Magi-tech" Equipment, capable of "absorbing" such other equipment into itself as a form of transport.

- Railgun, seems to be used primarily for long distance. Primarily Black with light blue.

Gun fires off energy rather than bullets. This energy can change in power to either stun or kill.

- Twin Pistols. Most commonly used by subject Lurcher JACKDAW. Primarily black with Light Blue.

Pistols have the unique ability to teleport into subject Lurcher's JACKDAW hands. This seems to only work with the Subject.

- Glaive. Least commonly used, only seen when firearms or other common weapons and gadgets are unavailable. Yet shows a high proficiency with it. Primarily black and silver with some light blue.

Blade of Glaive is able to extend. The length of extension is currently unknown.

Leg/Feet and Arm/Hand Armour. [See Identifiable Appearance for more info]

METAGENE ABILITIES:

Subject Lurcher JACKDAW is a metahuman with the ability of duplication. Self-named ability "Divide and Conquer".

This duplication manifests as an exact replica indistinguishable from its original, working on both organic and inorganic materials.

Subject is able to duplicate an object many times, the limit--If it exists--is currently unknown.

Subject is able to duplicate aspects of himself such as eyes, teeth, limbs, organs, or even create a double of himself in its entirety. Subject also seems to be able to control this self-duplication to the cellular level, creating a somewhat excelarated healing effect. It is unknown if he can do this on other people as well.

Subject can retrieve the memories of their doubles after they either dissappear or die. This includes the memory of the death itself. When making doubles of other people, the same rule seems to apply but to the doubled person rather than the subject.

Subject seems to know when a duplicate is being touched or not, implying some sort of connection between the subject and the duplicate. Subject does not describe this feeling as a physical one, but rather a mental one.

IMPORTANT NOTES:

- Subject has many ties with various organized crime groups, termination or long term capture of the subject may have lasting effects. That's what I'm countin' on~

- Subject is very highly intelligent with unknown skills. Proceed with caution.

- Subject often has equipment of those he works with, this includes things like the Royal Flush's playing cards and Fear Gas. Proceed with caution.

- Subject uses Meta abilities to never run out of bullets. Proceed with caution.

THREAT COOL LEVEL: High

THREAT POTENTIAL: Unknown

CUTENESS LEVEL: Adorbs

[howtofightwrite]

For super-powered individuals, if we assume the standard of characters being stronger, faster, more durable than normal, is there a reasonably thin enough material (i.e. not just 5 inch thick hardened steel) that a super strong individual could carry to be bullet-proof (enough), presumably in some form of plate armor where you can still be agile?

Not exactly. The problem with armor (in the context of armored vehicles) is that you can just hit them harder. Something that can stop a .50 round might not do so well against a guided explosive munition, and if that fails an artillery strike. But, against a roughly human foe, those anti-material rounds would probably get the job done.

So, let's stick with your hardened steel solution for a moment. A .50 BMG round will penetrate ~1.5 inches, but for the sake of argument let's say 2 inches. That's a pretty good defense against a sniper with an AM rifle. However, this is also used in heavy machine guns, where you're looking at a cyclic rate of ~750-850rpm. In a situation like that, your armor might hold up to a short burst, but probably will not survive multiple bursts in the same area. As is often the case, the real problem isn't the bullet with your name on it, it's the 20 or 30 buddies who wanted to swing by for a fun time.

This leads to another problem. While bullets punching holes in you is bad, your armor taking a hit can be pretty unpleasant in its own right. A .50 BMG will deliver somewhere north of 14k joules of force into the target. That's enough for the bullet to do some pretty unpleasant things to a person in the armor, even if the armor itself isn't compromised. This a large part of why there isn't any armory rated to soak a hit from one of the AM rifles. (The Russians claimed that their Ratnik-3 armor would be able to... and then it never really appeared. The claim was someone dubious to begin with, but that's a much larger, and wilder, rabbithole than you're asking about.)

For a normal person, wearing high end body armor, hits from normal combat rifles (intermediate and high power rounds) can result in broken ribs and internal hemorrhaging. It's not just about your armor being bulletproof, it's about your armor being able to effectively dissipate kinetic force as it's received. If it doesn't do that effectively, the bullets may get the job done, even if they don't manage to penetrate the body armor.

On an individual level, simply adding more armor isn't a particularly efficient solution. It makes sense to a point, but if you're already saying someone is super-humanly strong, and tough, covering them in steel plate isn't going to make them immune to harm.

Beyond that, there have been experiments with developing combat exoskeletons, to allow normal soldiers this kind of protection. The aforementioned Ratnik-3 was the Russian program, while the American project was named TALOS. TALOS was scrapped sometime before February 2019, citing technological limitations. So, this isn't a new concept.

Something I found deeply amusing is the “See also,” section on TALOS's Wikipedia page includes a link to Crysis. For those unfamiliar, Crysis was a first person shooter set in the distant future year of 2020, which would have come dangerously close to matching the intended schedule for TALOS, if the project had continued.

Powered exosuit research is probably not dead, even if TALOS has been scrapped. It may be a bit further out than was originally expected, but it is a reasonable bet that it will happen at some point. There are a lot of technological hurdles, including both the issue with the armor failing under direct fire, and dealing with kinetic force, but, at least from an optimistic perspective, it's somewhat plausible.

Unless you're talking about vehicles, modern armor isn't about adding more metal, it's about being more efficient with dissipating the kinetic force from a hit, and still survive to do it at least a couple times.

That said, whatever you do come up with, it's likely that the old adage will hold true, if force doesn't solve your problems, you're probably not using enough of it. No matter how good your armor is, it won't survive sufficient application of high explosives.

Even ignoring all that, a Type IV plate will still take a hit from most rifles (up to and including .30-06 AP rounds.) You don't need fantasy armor for that, it's something that already exists. Real world body armor is designed to take hits. Full plate was designed for melee combat. Neither one is particularly good at doing the other's job. That's not a limitation of the materials or technology, it's a function of what the armor is designed to deal with.

Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, one of my scoutmasters warned us that if you use a knife as a screwdriver, you'll break it. It has an intended purpose. Trying use that tool, (whether it's a knife or body armor) for a purpose other than it's intended ones, will usually end poorly. (Of course, I also remember a crayon eater who was rather vocal in his opinion that the USP's only effective use was as a hammer.)

If you want to put a character in fully enclosed armor, take a look at Ratnik-3 or TALOS armor. If you just want a character who's unusually durable, and you're willing to go for (low key) superpowers, you don't need special armor to get that idea across.

-Starke

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[kiweegamez]

Miraku Kaikokoti

CW: BLOOD IN TOP LEFT

(Let me know what you think she’s a mix of, there’s 9, a few are more harder to find/ not physical traits. One’s a mammal btw)

M-14 also known as the ‘Tiger’ is a more on purpose monster. Seeing what happened to Z-13 scientists wondered what would happen if they purposely made a humanoid aquatic abomination as a bio weapon or guarding the perimeters of the black site. Given the name of Miraku Kaikokoti the female specimen exhibits increased aggression, with the ability to open her mouth like a scaly dragonfish. She seems to be slightly larger than Z-13 , the specimen seems to lurk in the darkness past the saboteurs station. Seemingly they do not get along with each other even with the best of terms, mostly ending in fights, while very rare there are occasions where they do seem to let each other peacefully pass. She seems to have a very conflicted view on others, but if you intervene a fight you best believe she gonna turn on your ass instead. This specimen does not know any languages, only chittering and sounds are the way it communicates which Z-13 seems to remotely understand, she seems to pick up on scents and shows a hunting mindset. She is too large to travel through vents and her tail plates are sensitive to touch. Her tail fan is used mostly to bludgeon others or swat them away, it is noted that she has sharp claws easily aiding in tearing flesh. We assume she had gotten the jacket and belt from rummaging lockers that hadn’t been emptied or that she gained them through more brutal needs. She also seems strangely attracted to alcohol, which Z-13 has figured out and has used to come across more passive manners if wounded or too tired. She also seems to be strangely evasive of other experiments, unless it’s a wall crawler, seeming to favour those as food. The specimen also seems to have natural fat to keep warm in the colder areas of the base. If seen stay still, quiet, and calm, she seems to pick up on movement and unusual sounds, despite her fragile her teeth may seem they are surprisingly durable. If possible when exploring, when encountering a large open area with a side room, get out as soon as possible. It’s highly possible that is where she resides, seemingly changing between three locations through the year. A common tell tale she is near is the clacking of the plates or low hisses nearby. She also loves playing with gummy lights, so a way to distract her if she’s near your location is to hurl a gummy light as the rattle will get her attention.

[mysteryfleshpitnationalpark2]

*Meet The Mesogleal Tridecapod*

Though commonly considered a nuisance animal, the Mesogleal Tridecapod is a fascinating species which plays an important role within the unique ecosystem of Mystery Flesh Pit National Park by filtering out potentially harmful blood-based parasites.

*Thirteen-Footed*

Tridecapods are so named because of their 13 legs, 12 of which are elongated and used for locomotion, with a 13th modified leg plated in durable keratinous segments used as a "head". These quasi-vertebrates are a threat to humans, as despite their fearsome appearance, they are non-aggressive and slow, leading to congestion around high-voltage areas associated with park infrastructure.

*Vs. Fear Fact*

*FEAR*: "Tridecapods are VAMPIRES!"

*FACT*: Mesogleal Tridecapods are hemovores, obtaining vital nutrients directly from the organic red fluids of the Mystery Flesh Pit. Their specialized mouth-parts enable them to dissect and analyze blood with precision, preventing bleeding from larger vessels by sealing proboscis-like incisions shut. After consuming blood, Tridecapods filter their meals through the filtered blood sacks before moving their body along and sealing the wound with a special gland to seal the wound before moving to a new feeding site. Wow!

[thesilliestrovingalive]

Updated: February 1, 2025

Reworked Character #2: Tarma Roving

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to underage drinking, crime, an unhealthy romance, death, and torture.

Real name: Tarmicle Ignacio Roving III

Aliases: Mister Nice Buddy and Bike Otaku

Occupation: Captain of the P.F. Squad and a commissioned officer for the Regular Army (formerly)

Retirement plans: Open a motorcycle shop, develop reliable cybernetic prosthetics for hospital use, and start a family

Special skills: Proficiency in Slugs, heavy duty firearms, and resource management, robotic engineering, weaponsmithing, mechanics, and bivouacking

Hobbies: Customising motorcycles while listening to rock music, drawing detailed blueprints for weaponry and vehicles, collecting action figures and scale models of military machines, looking for cool bugs and rocks, and camping

Likes: Beautiful women and men, hugging people he cares about, solitary journeys on his motorcycle, spending time in the great outdoors, and the toy version of SV-001 that Marco gifted him on his 22nd birthday

Dislikes: Social isolation, his frequent nosebleeds, shallow and rude people (such as Gimlet), feeling powerless when preventing his friends from getting injured, and insults that feed into his insecurities about his academic intelligence

Favourite food: Rice prepared with fermented soybeans, mustard, boiled eggs, and scallions

Sexuality: Sex-favourable, straight-leaning bisexual

Gender: Male

Age: 17 (in 2022), 23 (in 2028), 25 (in 2030), 27 (in 2032), 29 (in 2034), 36 (in 2041), 38 (in 2043), 39 (in 2044), and 42 (in 2047)

Blood type: AB+

Weight: 227 lbs. (102 kg)

Design: He’s a 5’ 11” (180.34 cm) Japanese endomorph of American and Mexican descent with a partial beer belly, rigid muscles, broad shoulders, and sienna skin. He has sunburst green-hazel eyes and fingernails that are painted a dull gold. He has maroon hair and the same hairstyle as Tarma's Metal Slug Tactics portrait, but it features sideburns, a neatly trimmed goatee, and subtle curls.

Like Marco, he bears nasty battle scars: badly burned flesh from the right side of his neck to the left deltoid; multiple lacerations crisscrossing his back, forearms, and thighs; his left ring finger is partially severed; a couple of bullet wounds are visible just below his left lumbar region; and a scar snakes down from the right side of his forehead to the middle of his left cheek. He has a horizontal scar in the centre of his neck, a result of a sleepwalking incident involving Marco, who nearly slit his throat with a kitchen knife.

His right forearm was replaced by a cybernetic prosthetic, crafted from ultra-durable, lightweight metal plated and reinforced with tungsten nanotubes. Vein-like fibres of superconducting nanowire mesh enable seamless integration with his nervous system. The prosthetic features a retractable plasma cannon that fires two types of projectiles: yellowish-white ionised energy blasts that deliver intense electrical discharges; and metallic purple-green goo, a highly corrosive and acidic substance capable of burning through virtually any material. Beneath the plasma cannon, a nanotech-enhanced, razor-sharp blade retracts seamlessly into the cutting-edge prosthetic. Forged from a nearly indestructible alloy, the gilded blade is micro-serrated for optimal tissue and armour penetration.

His military gear consists of red-tinted sunglasses, a metal dog tag necklace with his name, a walnut brown T-shirt with ripped sleeves, a rusty orange fingerless glove on his left hand, and a burgundy leather belt with a snap-on gold buckle. He wears a saffron-yellow vest with four pockets, featuring an embroidered logo of the P.F. Squad on the back. He also wears citron army cargo pants tucked under burgundy paratrooper boots, a sheath for his combat knife, and a gun holster for a handgun he rarely uses. He once ripped the right knee of his cargo pants, but Fio mended it with a patch of butterscotch-hued fabric. The pockets of Tarma’s vest carry around an old cigarette box, a silver lighter, the key to his first customisable motorcycle, and a toy version of the SV-001.

Over his T-shirt, he dons a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries around his walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. His forearms are wrapped in dirty gauze, and he wears two dark brown bandoliers: one drapes over his left shoulder, holding sticks of dynamite, while the other wraps above his belt, holding bullets for his handgun. Tarma carries around a citron load-bearing backpack that contains camping equipment, tactical explosives, portable ammo boxes, a canteen full of water, mechanic tools, a Flame Shot, Two Machine Guns, an Enemy Chaser, and a Laser Gun. He has three piercings: a gilded septum as well as a silvery vertical curved barbell and a ring adorning his left eyebrow.

Tarma acquired a stolen katana called Murasame, renowned for its unique ability to self-cleanse its blackened steel blade, allowing it to remain razor-sharp. The katana features a distinctive wave-shaped hamon, a tangerine-hued handle wrapped in gilded cord, and a hexagonal silvery guard. The katana's crimson hardwood sheath features a golden straightened carp design, while the blade itself bears the Japanese inscription “血液洗浄” (Ketsueki Senjō), meaning "blood washing" in English, elegantly written on the right side.

His beloved motorcycle, built at just 15 years old, is a custom black and flame-coloured Harley-Davidson 42WLA. The bike's gas tank showcases a stunning design: an azure Japanese dragon wrapping around a bronze eagle with outstretched wings. He extensively modified his first motorcycle, integrating a missile-firing launcher between the handlebars and installing two 12.6mm calibre Vulcan cannons (similar to those found on the SV-001) towards the front. Additionally, he fitted a bulletproof carrier at the rear, coated in a durable silvery dark grey paint, which houses a shotgun and thirty corresponding shell holders.

Character summary: He often playfully teases the serious-minded Marco, much to his best friend's annoyance. Nonetheless, he deeply respects Marco as a heroic soldier and frequently addresses him as "Commander" in a show of profound admiration. Whenever he's away from Marco and can't contact him, he starts to worry about his safety. But when Marco returns safe and sound, he's instantly relieved and overjoyed to see that he's okay. The idea of Marco going missing or dying an untimely death would leave him feeling deeply melancholic, empty, and lonely. Tarma is fiercely loyal to Marco, willing to put his life on the line for him and offer comfort during his darkest moments. They share a remarkably harmonious relationship, rarely engaging in physical conflict because of his emotional sensitivity and Marco's struggles with abandonment and stress.

As a flirtatious and affectionate individual, he frequently tries his luck with women and men who catch his eye, regardless of their faction affiliation. Although his advances often end in rejection, he doesn't let it discourage him and won't pursue them aggressively, viewing them as minor setbacks. Although his advances are rarely reciprocated, when they are, the encounters tend to be brief and sexually intimate, and he’s comfortable with that.

He has very strong romantic feelings for Fio, but struggles to express them. He enjoys spending time with her, sharing stories about his day and telling jokes. However, he occasionally comes across as a bit awkward in her presence. Once he and Fio enter into a romantic relationship, he exudes greater confidence in his feelings for her, leading to a deepening of their emotional connection and a profound level of intimacy and supportiveness. He adores it when Fio showers him with kisses, praise, and loving compliments, and he happily returns the affection. He sometimes gets into debates with Fio over what they should or shouldn’t do, but he always remains calm and tries to find a mutually beneficial solution that they can both agree on. He holds Marco dear as his queerplatonic partner, a bond that strengthens when Marco joins him and Fio in a polyamorous relationship. He feels at ease sharing his dorky side and vulnerable emotions with Fio and Marco, finding comfort and acceptance in their presence.

He genuinely cares about Eri and strives to treat her with kindness and respect. However, her tendency to socially withdraw from him, coupled with her constant belittling and physical confrontations, makes it challenging for him. Fortunately, Marco and Eri's team of Ptolemaic defectors frequently intervene to stop these confrontations. Due to Eri's animosity towards him, he harbours a deep-seated fear of her and tends to distance himself from her, particularly when she's intoxicated or near Fio. He wants to tell her that he ended their relationship years ago because she was using him as a distraction from her own problems and to fulfill her own self-centred needs, but he's hesitant to express his feelings, fearing it might escalate her hatred of him.

He's a loyal, clumsy, and fun-loving hothead with an adventurous spirit and a readiness to put up a good fight when necessary. He has a breezy and slightly sarcastic attitude, paired with a great imagination that shines when designing innovative weapons and vehicles. He has a clever talent for stirring up distractions and sparking moral self-reflection in those around him. He’s emotionally intelligent, going to great lengths to ensure the happiness of his friends, comrades, and loved ones. Tarma has a great sense of humour, often cracking jokes that span various comedy genres to diffuse tension in most situations, but it can become annoying at times. He has a hearty appetite, which becomes particularly evident after completing gruelling missions involving intense combat. Due to his strong sense of justice, he’s a vigilante at heart with protective instincts. If someone he loves is harmed, he will stop at nothing to ensure they receive the justice they deserve, showing no mercy to those responsible.

He has mild ADHD, which sometimes leads to spontaneous and curious thoughts and questions that he openly shares with those he trusts most. He feels deeply hurt and frustrated by Gimlet's mocking comments about his neurodiversity and physical differences, which escalate into intense confrontations. The mere mention of the Great Morden War triggers severe anxiety, culminating in violent panic attacks, vivid flashbacks, and haunting night terrors that disrupt his sleep. However, beneath his nonchalant and optimistic facade, he struggles with insecurities about his intelligence and mental slowness. Despite his enjoyment of being lively and a tad mischievous, he can't shake the feeling that he's a nuisance. Whenever he feels like he's about to cry, he quickly runs off to find a hiding place, fearing that others will mock him for his sensitivity. Tarma will only cry in front of others when he's feeling completely overwhelmed and people are aggressively yelling at him.

He's very patient, but sometimes his patience wears thin, and he snaps when he's feeling reasonably irritated. Although he isn't hesitant to assert himself respectfully when misunderstood, threatened or emotionally hurt, there are times when his approach comes across as rude and crass, leaving him feeling remorseful. He's incredibly passionate about vehicles, weaponry, and cybernetic prosthetics, often enthusiastically sharing his knowledge when asked. However, he's also fiercely protective of his interests and can take offence when someone criticises or disrespects them, particularly when it comes to stuff he has personally built or repaired.

He’s fiercely protective of his friends and comrades, willing to stand up to bullies and threats with a serious and intimidating demeanour. However, his strong sense of loyalty can sometimes lead to physical confrontations when pushed beyond his limits. He's generally humble and becomes slightly flustered when praised for his work and being a good friend, but occasionally exhibits overconfidence in his tactical abilities and creative projects. He can be quite reckless on the battlefield and during stealth-oriented missions, which occasionally puts his friends in potentially perilous situations, yet he always manages to keep them safe and unharmed. He strongly opposes racism, fat shaming, and the stigma surrounding mental health issues, viewing them as dehumanising obstacles to equity and healthy relationships.

He's surprisingly gentle and exceptionally kind to children, going to great lengths to rescue them from harm, ensure their emotional well-being, and provide companionship. When sleeping, he snores loudly and often talks in his sleep, uttering fragmented sentences during his most terrifying nightmares and pleasant dreams. He likes to drink with his friends after a long mission, but he often gets wasted and becomes silly, jovial, overly affectionate, and short-tempered. He becomes ecstatic whenever he gets to operate the SV-001 and deploy it into battle because he has a deep affection for the tankette and finds solace in repairing it whenever it's damaged.

He holds that morality is shaped by a combination of factors, including parental guidance, cultural influences, universal moral laws, and the capacity to establish ethical principles. He believes that everyone has inherent dignity that encourages them to follow ethical rules that are morally sound and logical. He thinks it's best to avoid contradictions and hypocritical behaviour by not following rules that are irrational and morally wrong. In his view, the morality of an action is determined by the action itself, rather than its consequences. Interestingly, despite being a soldier, he's a pacifist who believes that individuals can confront threats to peace in any way they deem necessary, even if it means compromising their personal morals. Furthermore, he sees life and death as fundamental opposites that are perpetually in conflict with each other.

Backstory: Tarmicle Ignacio Roving III was born on May 1, 2005 in Hokkaido, Japan. He was born into a large, diverse family. His father, Fabriclus Cristóbal Roving, is a distinguished Mexican-American military man. His mother, Koharu Nakabayashi, is a Japanese miniature painter and a retired army nurse who formerly served in the Regular Army. He has several siblings: Ildefonso, a firefighter and his older half-brother; Milagrosa, the lead singer of an alternative rock band and his older half-sister; twins Daisuke, a biochemist, and Ryōsuke, a medical engineer, who are his older brothers; and Calpurne, a fighter jet pilot who serves in the Regular Army and his younger sister. Fabriclus named him after his great-great-great-grandfather, Tarmicle Ignacio Roving II, to keep his legacy alive.

He often tells Tarma stories about the heroic actions of his namesake, who saved the lives of millions of innocent people from corrupt regimes and criminal exploitation. He also likes to tell Tarma stories about his experiences in the military, often mentioning a man named Alessandro Germi and describing the wars he had fought in. He taught his children to speak both Spanish and English and imparted valuable life lessons that they all embraced, including embracing failure and cultivating optimism. Tarma vaguely remembers Fabriclus sharing that he considered retiring after his first wife passed away from breast cancer complications. However, it wasn't until he met his second wife, Koharu, while she treated his injuries he sustained during a battle against high-risk criminals seeking to spark global anarchy, that he officially retired and started a new family with her.

He has a cousin named Achilles, who lives in Missouri, United States and owns a motorcycle shop. Achilles is notable for his habit of constantly combing his light orange pompadour and for sparking Tarma's strong passion for motorcycles. In contrast, his father fostered his interest in tanks, fighter planes, and the great outdoors, while Milagrosa ignited his love for rock music. He thoroughly enjoyed playing, exploring, and causing mischief with Calpurne, who matched his lively energy and vibrant imagination. However, their playtime wasn't without its challenges as she would occasionally take his toys without permission—though this rarely seemed to bother him.

At the age of 3, he met his childhood friend Tabomba when Tabomba's Filipino family moved in next door. Surprisingly, Tabomba sparked Tarma's interest in trains as well as cool bugs and rocks. Although they rarely see each other nowadays due to Tabomba's work as a marine biologist, they make an effort to meet up whenever they're both off work and on vacation.

His family frequently travelled across Japan, the United States, and Mexico, especially during summer and winter breaks, to visit relatives, enjoy the outdoors, and have fun. During a trip to Hiroshima at the age of 7, he met a girl named Chizuko, who was wearing an olive green bandana. They quickly became friends after building a sand castle and finding worms under a large rock at a local park near the orphanage where Chizuko was staying. Sadly, they couldn't spend much time together because Tarma's family had planned to stay in Hiroshima for only two weeks and wanted to explore every attraction the city had to offer. Fortunately for the two, his family returned to Hiroshima a few times, once during a summer break and again to care for a sick relative.

At the playground and in elementary school, he faced bullying, responding in one of two ways: either he would remain oblivious to the taunts or burst into tears and rush to the safety of his parents or seek the teacher's intervention. He was bullied a lot at school because of his mental slowness, hyperactivity, and perceived "annoying" nature, and for not fitting traditional Japanese physical standards. Like him, Tabomba faced both racial and size-based discrimination, but found unwavering support in Tarma, who cherished their friendship. To combat Tabomba's isolation, Tarma would often keep him company, whether completing homework and assignments together or spending time together after school. Their favourite activities included playing video games, visiting the park, and watching action and comedy movies.

He had a couple of girlfriends and boyfriends in high school, but they didn't last very long. In high school, he started fighting back, engaging in fistfights and enduring street beatings as he struggled to cope with the constant bullying. He also began experimenting with building custom-made motorcycles as a way to initially impress those he was romantically interested in, and later found that it helped to calm his nerves.

Tragically, the bullying escalated to the point where Tarma felt overwhelmed and feared that reporting it to his teachers or parents would only create more problems and burden them further. So, he made the desperate decision to run away from home on his motorcycle, heading towards Hiroshima. Once there, he encountered Chizuko again, but she was different from the last time he met her. She was now the leader of a notorious street gang. Chizuko coaxed him into hanging out with her at their rundown hideout, where they drank beer and vodka stolen from a local alcohol shop. Tarma reluctantly agreed, but was thrilled to reunite with Chizuko after 8 years.

At the hideout, they caught up on each other's lives as Tarma had a couple of beers and Chizuko drank vodka from a bottle. Things took an unexpected turn when Chizuko got physically close to him, complimenting his appearance in a seductive manner. Their friendship evolved into a sexual relationship, which was Tarma's first. They spent many nights together, and he even participated in a few crimes with her, including theft and drug sales. Tarma would also start to develop a nicotine habit and, more positively, learn effective coping mechanisms and assertiveness skills to manage stress and stand up for himself.

However, their relationship was short-lived. Tarma ended things and returned home after discovering that Chizuko had been using him to fulfill her physical desires and distract herself from her trauma, while also advancing the interests of her gang. He would later reunite with Chizuko, now going by the name Eri, but she had become bitter, socially withdrawn, and aggressive, pushing him away.

After graduating from junior high school and enjoying the first week of his summer break, Tarma immediately enrolled in the Officers Academy of Special Tactics and Battle. In addition to his impressive engineering and mechanical skills, he achieved a notable feat at the age of 20 by rescuing President Marx, the CEO of a prominent defence contractor that supplies the Regular Army with weaponry, tanks, and other essential equipment. He was a commissioned Regular Army officer who happened to be in the area when the Rebel Army launched an assault on the skyscraper that served as President Marx's workplace. The Rebel Army's goal was to coerce President Marx into becoming their primary defence contractor. The Peregrine Falcons Squad took notice of this achievement and invited him to join the team, which he happily accepted.

Here, he met and befriended a lonely Marco after discussing their interests, reminiscing about their childhoods, and enjoying a couple of beers together. He would slowly develop a queerplatonic relationship with Marco, built on a deep appreciation for his company, a genuine desire to ensure his happiness and well-being, and a strong attraction to his physical beauty and intellect. He would also befriend Tequila, who imparted valuable mechanic skills to him and taught him specialised painting techniques for sheet metal, ensuring a durable finish that wouldn't chip, a lesson Tarma would always treasure. During the Great Morden War, he learned that Marco, alongside Tequila, was selected for the counteroffensive against Morden and quickly volunteered to join him, wanting to support his best friend.

During the Great Morden War, Tarma, Marco, and other members of the P.F. Squad, S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S., and Regular Army were ambushed by General Morden and his soldiers. They subjected everyone to rigorous torture, leaving them with lasting mental and physical scars. The Rebel soldiers and Allen O'Neil mercilessly taunted him, exploiting his sensitivity during the torture. Like Marco, Tarma was forced to witness the brutal slaughter and torture of his comrades and friends, which was emotionally painful to watch. However, he devised a clever escape plan by distracting the guards holding the key to his prison and appealing to their conscience. This unexpectedly worked, allowing him to overpower them, rescue Marco, and help his best friend thwart Morden's plans for world domination.

During his escape, Tarma received an unexpected gift from a Rebel soldier known as Guil, designed to aid him in future battles: the mysterious katana Murasame, renowned for its self-cleansing properties, which the Rebel Army had seized during their invasion of Japan. Touched by Guil's kindness, Tarma expressed his gratitude, and this brief encounter challenged his assumption that all Rebel Infantrymen were ruthless and loyal only to Morden's ideology. Rumours suggest that the cleansing properties of Murasame may be attributed to Martian experiments with the advanced technology of the Tuatha Dé Danann. However, Tarma remains skeptical and dismisses such claims as mere speculation.

After the end of the fearsome battle against General Morden and the Rebel Army, he rose through the ranks to become Captain of the P.F. Squad. He played a key role in the suppression of the second coup, getting a chance to fight alongside Fio and Eri. Notably, he saved Marco from a laser blast by the Hozmi that could have been fatal, earning himself a reputation as a hero and the true linchpin of the P.F. Squad.

During the conflict with the Arabian Infantry, Tarma bravely rescued a baby and several children who had been orphaned by Rebel soldiers. He subsequently enrolled them in the Regular Army's orphan program, providing them with an opportunity for a safe and nurturing upbringing. He lost his right forearm during a fight against Allen O'Neil, which was later replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic that he designed and built with the help of Regular Army scientists and Pupipi.

Tarma's exceptional talent for building motorcycles, rivalling that of professionals, had led him to consider retirement. However, these plans have been put on hold due to the persistent and desperate pleas of his spineless superiors to continue his service in the military.