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[kitty-filez574]

More random whiteboard doodles i made for PNASC

I also made this for one of the concept arts my friend made for the au! 👻

Holy shit is that 💥

(Note: some of these are like from a week ago, i was trying to put all my doodles in one little post)

[clarabosswald]

on october 8th 2023, kibbutz be'eri was still under control of hamas terrorists, who have held be'eri residents hostage in several locations throughout the kibbutz. 92 of the kibbutz's residents were murdered and 31 were kidnapped into the gaza strip (out of ~1000 residents overall).

on october 8th 2023, kibbutz kfar aza was in a similar state to be'eri. 72 residents of kfar aza were murdered out of less than 800 residents overall.

on october 8th 2023, there was an additional attempt by hamas terrorists to storm kibbutz magen.

on october 8th 2023, hamas terrorists were still roaming the streets of the town of sderot, where they've murdered 37 citizens and firefighters. a large group of terrorists bunkered down in the town's police station, and the town's main battle was still ongoing there.

on october 8th 2023, in the town of ofakim, hamas terrorists were still holding an elderly couple hostage in the home, as police forces were still attempting to negotiate with them. rachel edri famously gave her captors food and drink, and even bandaged the wounds of one of them. the edri couple were rescued in 2am, after about 20 hours. 27 of ofakim's residents were murdered by hamas teams who stormed the town.

on october 8th 2023, there were still lone teams of terrorists roaming open areas, hiding, waiting for the opportunity to attack.

on october 8th 2023, hamas and the pij were still constantly launching rockets at israeli towns. up north, hezbollah started attacking too.

on october 8th 2023, in alexandria, egypt, a policeman opened fire on 3 israeli tourists, killing them and their egyptian guide.

on october 8th 2023, nobody still had any idea exactly how many people were murdered and kidnapped the day before. schools were closed. people didn't go outside unless they had to.

the events of october 7th weren't neatly wrapped up in 24 hours.

[good-chimes]

Proposing:

Grand Unified Scarian Theory

a single, overarching Scarian romance arc across the whole Hermitcraft and Life series as well as a primer for anyone curious about the early seasons.

We start with NEIGHBOR MEET CUTE in early Season 6:

Season 6 begins in a peaceful pirate bay. SCAR, an established hermit just beginning his third season, is happily making pirate caves. Into this tranquil scene comes GRIAN.

Grian, fresh-faced and new to Hermitcraft, picks a sea-themed base location right next to Scar’s pirate caves. He gets himself set up and starts his base. Even someone like Grian can get newcomer nerves, and he spends the first few weeks desperately trying to act like a normal person instead of the horrible gremlin he really is.

(Some hermits are taken in by this. Doc and Xisuma give him pity diamonds, something that—after getting to know Grian—they noticeably never do again.)

The only person exempt from Grian’s just-a-little-birthday-boy act is Mumbo, whom Grian already knows, clearly has a puppy-crush on, and pursues relentlessly.

Grian and Scar don’t interact much at first. Grian sees Scar for the first time while passing by his base. Scar instantly falls in one of his own caves and dies.

Grian panics.

Grian: I DIDN’T DO IT!

Scar, intrigued by his new neighbor, makes some overtures of interest:

1. Scar leaves a fully enchanted trident at Grian’s base as a welcome present. This is a generous gift for the cute neighbor you have a crush on and frankly the most normal thing either of them do in the entire years-long relationship.

Grian goes ‘huh!’ at the trident, never finds out who sent it, and immediately forgets the whole thing.

2. Scar entertains Grian’s traveling-salesman pitch and buys his overpriced armor boxes.

Multiple jokes about the size of Scar’s wallet. Grian clearly pleased by the transaction.

3. Scar makes Grian a complementary in-joke build (Spongebob’s house by Squidward’s house).

This delights Grian immeasurably for five minutes until he turns back to his prank war with Mumbo.

(Poor Mumbo. Clearly immensely fond of Grian but not sure he wants to be in a relationship with a lit stick of dynamite. This is very understandable.)

By this point Scar obviously kind of clocks that Grian is insane about Mumbo. This isn’t much of a leap. The entire SERVER is aware that Grian is horribly in love with Mumbo.

Ah. That’s okay. Scar backs off a bit. He recognizes when he’s not really in with a chance.

Maybe this thing he has with Grian is just going to be a friendship, and that’s okay! Having a crush is fun even if you’re not going to do anything about it. Scar is going to build some shops about it and be normal.

Both of them are going to be very normal.

FLIRTING (First Stages) – mid-Season 6

Both of them immediately forget to be normal.

Grian has started a detective agency and has no mysteries to solve. Scar instantly invents a cookie-based mystery supervillain called the Jangler and leaves Grian a series of tantalizing cookie-based puzzles for enrichment in his enclosure.

Grian has invented a game where you kill people with rockets. Scar volunteers to get murdered. Both of them are delighted.

Scar and Cub’s business empire is incidentally crushing Grian’s startup venture. There is no reason for this to be so flirtatiously charged.

At this point all the hermits move to a new village because of the Minecraft update. Grian starts a who-can-build-the-tallest-house war with Mumbo and Iskall. Scar notices and starts doing the same from the other side of the village.

It quickly gets so wild that Mumbo taps out (Mumbo does not do well with intensity, would rather just not, thankyouverymuch), and it's only Grian, Iskall and Scar.

Scar builds a wild giant plant eating his rocketship, and then a castle in the sky, and an enormous version of himself firing a canon at Grian's house. This is the first time you can really see Grian trying to hold in shrieks when he flies back in to see what Scar has done while he's gone.

Grian’s interest has been caught. He’s gone from barely seeing Scar to checking on him regularly. What’s our good friend Scar up to? What’s Scar done? What is Scar going to do next?

FLIRTING (How To Catch Your Crush’s Interest By Building A Secret Government Facility) – late Season 6

What Scar does next is put on a snazzy military uniform, team up with Doc to steal the time machine Grian invented last week, then, in the most effort someone has EVER gone to to get Grian's attention, spend weeks on end building a fully-functional 'Area 77' military base and containment facility to stop him getting it back.

Turns out this works beyond Scar’s wildest dreams.

Grian INSTANTLY obsessed with breaking into Scar’s base and retrieving his time machine.

Grian persuades Ren into forming a hippie camp with him next to the base and spends weeks entirely fixated on Scar. Meanwhile Scar, who is starting to really understand how to get and keep Grian's attention, builds more and fancier infrastructure to keep Grian out. This is also where Grian really starts looking at Scar's art—the insane cliffs Scar has build around his new hangers—and awkwardly not quite managing words, because it would be very embarrassing to just outright say the word beautiful, and Grian’s a very normal and non-embarrassing person.

In the climax of the season, Grian-the-hippie breaks into General Scar’s base.

Nobody can say that Scar making himself a top brass general and Grian making himself an anti-establishment flower power hippie does not end up with plausibly-deniable not-making-out Grian-provoking-Scar-into-holding-him-against-a-wall.

but.

BUT.

This is Hermitcraft. It’s temporary. Scar and Grian both know it was a bit. A bit they both got super into, sure! But a bit. Not weird at all.

(“Sure, mate, not weird at all,” Mumbo says, after all of this is over. “Then why are you making it SOUND weird Mumbo you’re the WORST”)*

(“Sooo....” Cub says, and Scar says, “I know. I know!”)*

*not canon but you can't tell me it didn't happen off screen

FLIRTING (But What About…) – early Season 7

Okay, so that was weird, but Grian is definitely still in love with Mumbo. The Mumbo pursuit is going great and Mumbo definitely doesn’t look nervous whenever Grian turns up with a new idea. Grian is going to get Mumbo to fall in love with him and they will marry in the spring and have a dozen beautiful children redstone contraptions.

Grian attempts to make it more official with Mumbo. Surely they have been flirting long enough, they are ready for the next stage! This is in no way a reaction to Scar becoming a weird wizard in a way very unsettling to Grian and building the kind of wild organic tangled forest build that Grian is fascinated by but can't even begin to comprehend.

Everything is very under control in Grian's life. He's now official boyfriends with Mumbo. They live together and have a messaging system and everything.

Mumbo announces he’s moving out.

It’s-not-you-it’s-me

You’re… you’re moving out? Grian says, in the smallest possible voice.

We’ll still have the messaging system, Mumbo says, unconvincingly.

FINE, Grian says, I’m moving out TOO.

Mumbo moves out.

Grian deals with this in the healthiest possible way. He invents a mayorship and attempts to give it to Mumbo.

Grian is Mumbo’s self-appointed campaign manager so Mumbo has to be round him ALL THE TIME, it’s for the CAMPAIGN, Mumbo.

Mumbo, a man who doesn’t deal well with pressure or responsibility, is maybe not the ideal choice for mayor, something that has escaped Grian entirely.

Mumbo builds a robot and attempts to palm off all responsibility for decision-making onto it. Grian immediately calls it their son.

Grian puts his moustache all over the server.

NO other hermits support them for mayor (except Scar, from a lost bet, who Grian has continued to have intensely weird flirtations with while all this is happening)

Things reach a fever pitch. Election day arrives. Mumbo doesn’t want this actually but try telling Grian that. The entire MumboGrian edifice that Grian has obsessively and wildly build has reached an unsustainable pitch and finally comes tumbling down around them.

Mumbo votes Scar for mayor.

Grian votes Scar for mayor.

Mumbo disappears for several weeks to do some nice soothing redstone and calm down.

FLIRTING (Civil War) – late Season 7

Everything has calmed down now. Scar is mayor. Mumbo is...somewhere. Grian is going to work on his base normally.

Grian has a new project. He wants to build in the new nether biomes. He builds a huge and echoing and obsessively inverse version of his huge and echoing and obsessively symmetrical mansion base. It's very impressive. It's totally hollow. There's... no one else here.

Grian decides that okay, he is going to bring PEOPLE here.

He invites Mumbo, because he hasn't seen him in weeks. He invites Bdubs, because Grian above all loves genius. And he invites Scar. Because of course. Everything major Grian does now, Scar is an of course.

Bdubs shows up! Generously builds Grian's entire mansion interior. Mumbo shows up. Builds a tiny upside down disco shack.

Scar does not show up.

Scar is being mayor! Scar is a very busy and important man! Scar has spent the last few weeks obsessively replacing every single goddamn mycelium block in the shopping district with beautifully tailored grass and making trees whose flowers are diamonds. He's also got his own megabase going on. For once Scar has so much to do it's even enough for Scar's ambitions, which have never been small.

He does not come when Grian calls.

Grian is Not Happy.

This is the point where Grian starts a steadily more unhinged campaign of leaving Scar invitations. He makes little tailor's dummies of himself and delivers them to Scar's house. He sets up a tea party of three grians in a secret space under Scar's mayoral throne. He hangs himself in effigy on the tip of Scar's megadrill build. Normal behavior.

And then when Scar still doesn't notice, he puts a tiny bit of mycelium back on one of the streets of the shopping district.

This starts… THE MYCELIUM WARS

Scar attempts to contain the growing mycelium patch with warning tape.

Grian spreads more mushroom spores.

Scar brings in his allies to help contain the growing mushroom patches.

Grian digs out an underground rebel HQ, recruits several rebels, and declares himself Motherspore.

Mayor Scar stares into a camera and uses his most velvety baritone to proclaim he will hunt down Grian and the mycelium resistance and bring them to justice.

Grian sets loose mushroom-spreading sheep.

Mayor Scar obsessively searches for his base.

Grian and Impulse build several decoy bases and trap them.

Mayor Scar employs Mumbo to strip-mine every block of the shopping district with redstone tunnel-borers.

Eventually Deputy Mayor Bdubs, having his own thing with rebel Etho, tricks all of the resistance into ender-pearling into jail.

Scar gets to threaten to pour lava on an imprisoned Grian for ten minutes straight and they’re both enjoying this so much.

Grian: Scar! SCAR! Scar Scar Scar no Scar no Scar no listen Scar

Scar: Yes?

Grian: …Let’s take this somewhere else.

They ‘take this’ to Scar’s beautifully-appointed mayoral office. Grian sits on the arm of his chair (I don’t know what to tell you, this is on-screen canon).

Grian: So I know how to end the war.

Grian: We have to play minigames and make personal bets.

Grian: And Scar, Scar, if you lose…

Scar: Yes?

Grian: … you have to help build my base.

Entire room: [stunned silence]

Etho: Is this what it was about the whole time, Grian?

So! That happened. And the thing is, they could both mentally pass off the area 77 general/hippie stuff as Just A Fun Bit That Got Very Intense.

They can't do this with the mayor/motherspore stuff. They are basically making out on Scar’s chair. The resistance have noticed. The mayoral staff have noticed. EVERYONE has noticed.

Scar is into it. Scar is going along with it. Scar knows he’d had a crush for a long time, and he isn't scared of swimming with a huge wave, never mind where it's going to break. Scar has always embraced the rush. With Grian, you never know what’s going to happen next.

Grian has always loved being around Scar because there’s so much going on that you don’t have to think. Grian doesn’t have to think until everything’s calmed down. It's not until now that he stops and realizes… could this be… something.

(Maybe it already is.)

And then, by whatever eldritch mechanic you personally favor:

3rd life begins.

HEAD-OVER-HEELS – Third Life

In the tiny claustrophobic stripped-bare world of Third Life, Grian makes a choice. Grian thinks, for once very, very clearly: what if it wasn't a bit? What if it was real. What if Grian took every explosive piece of who he was and handed it over to someone he's—okay, he'll admit it—someone he's been obsessed with for a long time. What if that heady sparkle he's been seeing in the corner of his vision is true. What happens if you grab it with both hands?

Scar—surprised, bemused, amazed but wrong-footed—almost doesn't know what to DO with this.

Scar is so used to Grian layering all his obsession behind a thick layer of irony and drama and second-guessing and schemes. ���Sure we can make out but only if I'm trailing mushroom spores and you're wearing that sash.’ ‘I'm only here because Mumbo's not around.’ ‘It’s not a thing.’ ‘It's not real.’

But it is real.

And, for once, Scar hears a tiny alarm go off in his brain. Scar knows Grian better than anyone else does, by now, and even he doesn't know where this ends. Grian is a force of nature and Scar has never been his unfiltered target. But Grian's throwing himself into this, throwing himself at Scar. And Scar always says 'yes.' 'Yes, and.' 'Yes, let's'. Scar never wants less of Grian. Scar has always taken what he can get.

But with that warning bell, Scar does try to keep that slight layer of dramatic distance, even in this new world where you can die and not come back, even if they don't know if they'll get out of this alive. Scar doesn't fully buy into Grian's second-in-command-devotion, he forces a space for Grian to still be the Grian he knows, some kind of safety vent (‘here's a bee on a lead’). And it could be a lot of reasons, but part of it is…Grian's head-over-heels, for once, and Scar has the unfamiliar feeling of needing to be the one to look where they're going.

Because where they're going is: the last two, all their friends dead, not knowing if there's any way to survive but knowing their friends haven't come back, and at that point Scar takes off the very last of his brakes and the very last of his reservations and says:

For everything you've done for me you can kill me.

(I want this. I want it to be you.)

This breaks Grian absolutely and completely.

And not broken in the fun way! Grian is too far in. Grian let go of Mumbo, who was safe because Mumbo never let it get too far, and he took a risk on Scar, and now Grian is discovering that he didn’t even know what risk meant. Grian is in emotional pain he never suspected existed. Grian has let himself put all his gambling chips on someone who wasn't SAFE and he has lost.

Grian has LOST SCAR and he has LOST HIMSELF and he has FOUND OUT HE CAN BE HURT and he is never going to be the fucking same again.

Scar is in the pond with Grian’s sword at his unresisting neck. And Scar is going to die, and Scar (damn him damn him) has turned it into: he's going to die for Grian. Now Grian is hurting, he's complicit, it turns out grief is an inevitable part of love and beauty, this is all it's taken for Grian's worldview to fall apart in pieces he can't pick up, and Grian has no defenses against pain so there's obviously no way to cope except to beat Scar to death in a cactus ring and jump off a cliff.

AFTERMATH – Season 8

They wake up in Hermitcraft.

They wake up in Hermitcraft! Scar is delighted to find out they just reincarnate, after all that!

Sure, they've all got some lingering trauma but Scar has never let that stop him from doing anything. Scar thought that whole thing went well! He just about dares to think...romantic...? Maybe...?

Grian is Normal to him.

Grian is so fucking normal. it's like. s6 normal.

Scar is. kind of. confused.

Grian is NOT acting like someone he had a romantic death match with.

(Grian is falling apart, but if there's one thing Grian has proved in his building it’s that he’s SO. fucking. good. at facades.)

(Don't go round the back.)

Neither of them are ready for the death game to repeat.

DIVORCE (Traumatic) – Last Life, Season 8

Second death game. Grian deals with his trauma super well by isolating Scar, stealing all his friends, tricking a life out of him, dropping his horse in lava, forcing him into an extortion death loop, then abandoning him and—just as a bonus—murdering Mumbo as well.

This time it’s Scar who comes back falling apart.

A theory that seems plausible: Scar’s old friend Cub picks him up, puts him back together, gets him on his feet. What we do know is that Cub moves in next to Boatem, where Scar is still living with Grian, and incidentally builds an enormous dripstone megabiome that is coincidentally very hostile and might murder you upon landing if you're someone who flies a lot, or happens to be a bird.

There’s a hole with an endless dark void between Scar and Grian’s Boatem bases. They built it together. It’s around this time they both keep repeatedly falling in it.

DIVORCE (But When It Was Good It Was So Good) – Season 8, Double Life

Then the moon gets big. Gets close. Gravity breaks down and that should be the end, should be a way out of this terrible spiral they're in, surely they're better without each other—

Grian turns up at Scar's base and says: Scar. Build us an escape pod.

—and Scar does.

They go out together. Both of them can feel the pull back into each other’s orbit but they’ll die if they acknowledge it. At the end of it all, the void, the protective suits, the unbearable gravity of falling into space together, of holding each other until another uncertain end. They're nowhere but they're in it together.

Is this a good time for another death game? Of course. How much worse can it get.

Double Life, and this time Scar keeps his distance. My soulmate is this allay! My soulmate is my cat! I don’t need a soulmate. Oh—it’s Grian? This whole time? Hahaha. How funny.

Grian: Soo… do you want to base together?

Scar: Do we have to?

Grian: It…might be nice…?

Scar is wary.

He has been burned.

But the pull is still there. The pull is always there. You can’t forget Grian, but you can blunt the edge of him on your skin. Scar is here to take care of these cat-pandas. Grian can do what he likes.

Cheated of Scar’s full attention, Grian tries to tempt BigB into a pale imitation of the Scarian folie à deux (BigB is a genuinely nice man who does not deserve this).

The rest of the server turn red, one by one. Grian and Scar are the last greens. BigB is audibly nervous when Grian proposes a red-green alliance, even though BigB is the red, he has the power. But Grian can’t escape the rest of the server, and the red hunt begins.

Grian and Scar, hunted—trapped at the top of flaming towers, jumping from heights, chased down like foxes at bay, crammed into boltholes with their hands over each other’s mouths, Grian shrieks and laughs and falls back on Scar and Scar catches him and they’re both as alive and elated as they’ve ever been. Scar dies once to Ren and BigB’s zombies and Grian murders both BigB and Ren in revenge (BigB was right to be nervous). Grian has another unhinged murder plan underway when he dies for the last time.

This whole time, Grian was hit in the face by remembering that when it's good, it's so good.

Scar isn’t surprised. Scar has known that forever.

Back in Hermitcraft, its not magically fixed. They’re not innocent any more. But every time Grian looks at Scar he remembers: when it’s good, it’s so good.

And Scar never forgot.

DIVORCE (We’re In Love And We’re Not Done Yet) – Season 9, Limited Life

By now we're into Season 9. They’re still alive. They always live, they always start again, and the other one is just there. Being, infuriatingly and magnetically, them.

Grian is thoroughly annoyed by Scar’s new allegiance to King Ren, but he keeps coming back to Scarland anyway. Scar, I made you an obstacle course. Scar, stand here and get squashed by this anvil. Scar if you don’t do something I’m going to start a resistance.

Grian pretends King Ren doesn’t exist and he has more important things to do, and pretends this so hard that he incidentally invents a mad science robot pulls them all through into the Empires dimension.

Scar, assuming Grian is doing his own thing, shacks up with Jimmy.

It takes Grian three weeks to notice and be shriekingly outraged.

Scar we’re doing a project. Scar you can’t spend all your time with Jimmy! Join my cult. Get in my shrinking machine. I made you an enchanted netherite bow. I need your allegiance. (Another real quote).

Scar teases Grian for weeks then instantly abandons Jimmy when the choice comes down to him or Grian.

Fourth death game—they’re used to this, now. Nothing too intense. Nothing too weird. Grian can’t help murdering Scar.

At this point, Scar is starting to read it as: I love you.

And that’s how we get to the current Scarian dynamic we know and love of you're the worst and I'm the worst and we've divorced a few time but we still like each other so fucking much.

It's been years. They've killed each other every possible way. These two characters are in love and they're not done yet.

[reddesires]

I stumbled upon your blog and love your Noa fics especially the bathing one and your most recent courting ones! I love your characterisation of him 💕

Can I please request Caesar courting fic pls! Desperately need more of him on your blog! Thank you🩷

Caesar Courting Headcanons [Caesar x Human!Reader]

Caesar x Human Reader

Fandom: Planet Of The Apes

Rating: No Warnings.

A/N: I really think that Caesar is an Acts Of Service king. He shows his love best that way, but you can sprinkle in some words of affirmation here and there since he knows that humans often need assurance of love vocally. I know this isn't a full fic but I had these headcanons written out already, I promise in the near future I'll make it into a whole fic ❤️

•First off, if you think that you'll maintain personal space whilst in the presence of Caesar, you'd be dead wrong. You can guarantee that he'll practically be breathing down your neck making sure that your by all means in top condition, you could be doing daily tasks and sure enough your favorite ape man is somewhere nearby watching.

•He's gonna want your input for things that should be generally for his advisors, but your opinion on things holds a special place for him. Essentially, you'll be his right-hand woman, and no one will convince him that isn't the right choice, starting as right-hand woman to wife after all.

•Your gonna have a chauffeur if you're not within the colony. If he's held up by responsibilities and unable to accompany you, then he's send Rocket or even Blue Eyes to go with you. He'd rather take no risks when it comes to your safety.

• 👏PROVIDING👏 he's determined to make sure that you are as comfortable and fulfilled as possible, as your potential mate (in his mind, you're already his mate sooo) he has to display his resourcefulness. He's aware of most human customs and how difficult life can be when without the luxury of certain necessities that you were used to having before the colony so he's more than willing on being on the hunt for it in the abandoned human locations.

•Whatever free time he has is time spent with you. it's a no-brainer that he's an avid quality time type of guy. All the stress of looking after the colony and constantly being dragged into various meetings and such, you put him at ease with your presence. The usual scowl that resides within his expression softens as he looks at you when you quietly speak to him about whatever crosses your mind.

•Sharing meals with Caesar and his boys up in top nest, you were taken aback the first time he requested it but now it's a given since Caesar figures since you'll soon be joining his family as his mate you minus well share meals with them (your unware of his train of thought on this pfffttt). As soon as meal time is announced, you're off to top nest with an expecting Caesar awaiting your arrival.

•Can you guess who attended to the making of your hut and your comfy nest? You can guarantee that you'll be in possession of the finest pelts and the most structurally sound nest possible, your hut is honestly your sanctuary during the winter months since Caesar ensured that it was as warm enough for you to be comfortable after all you don't have the fur coat to protect you from the freezing temperatures.

•He gifts you with very specific adornments for you to wear, he's almost smug he notices that it's every day that you'll have the custom pieces on your person.

•Caesar is aware that you perceive his actions as him being gracious to you, but he has all the intentions of you becoming his mate. He understands humans have a more casual and outright dating culture, and he plans on speaking more plainly on his aim of becoming your mate. He just enjoys the chase.

[bunnyywritings]

your husband, nanami kento comforts you after a car accident

i was in a car accident today and i just needed comfort so here’s a little something i wrote

slight TW: minor car accident and self deprecation

It all happened so fast.

One minute, you were at a red light. The next, it was green but the car in front of you broke so suddenly and you weren’t quick enough to react.

The sound of crushing metal made your eyes widen, your foot moving to step on the breaks but it was too late, the damage had been done. There was a dull ache in the back of your neck and your chest as you followed the car to a safe spot to pull over and park.

The man who you had hit was too kind given the circumstances, he asked if you were alright and waved off your insistent apologies.

Quickly exchanging information and taking pictures of the damage, your hands shook violently as you sat in your car and watched him drive away.

Moving on auto-pilot, you did the only think you could think of. You picked up your phone and dialed Kento’s number.

You could feel the tears welling in your eyes as you listened to the dial tone ring, what would he say?

You’re bothering him at work. You’re under his insurance, this will definitely impact his rate. God…and the cost. You definitely didn’t have the money to fix your bumper and he would most likely offer to take in the payment. You couldn’t do that to him. This was all your fault.

Why did you have to be such an idiot? Such a disappointment? How could you be so careless to-

“-everything alright?”

A shaky “Huh?” left your lips which had made Kento sit up suddenly in his seat. Making Gojo and Yuji frown in confusion.

“Sweetheart, is everything alright?”

The care and concern in his voice was enough for the dam to open. Tears streamed down your face as you gripped the fabric of your pants with your free hand.

“K-Kento…” Your voice broken and wet had made him tense. “I got-I got into a car accident.”

A whirlwind of worry swirled in his chest. Where were you? Were you hurt? Were you safe?

“Where are you?” He quickly rose from his seat, grabbing his keys from his suit jacket and heading towards the door. “Okay, I’m on my way.” And with that, he hung up.

“What happened?” Yuji’s eyes shifted between Gojo and Nanami. You were one of his favorite teachers as Jujutsu High and the thought of something happening to you scared him.

“She was in a car accident.”

This concerned him greatly, distress clear in his eyes. “Is she okay?”

“I don’t know.” Nanami’s jaw was clenched as he made his way out of the room, rushing to his car.

“Don’t worry kid.” Gojo patted his head. “He’ll take care of it.”

You had sent your location to Nanami, all that was left was to wait.

You had long since shut off your car, staring i to the emptiness in front of you, trying as much as you could to control your cursed energy, not wanting to cause anymore harm.

When Kento pulled up to the scene, he was relieved to see no emergency vehicles around but that relief was gone immediately once he saw the detached bumper of your car.

As he approached, he noticed the dazed look on your face. You had dried tear stains down your cheeks, your mascara a little smudged around your eyes as you stared into nothing. He could also feel your struggle to keep your cursed energy at bay.

His concern sky rocketed when he pulled open the driver’s side door and you still hadn’t reacted. He knelt down so he was at eye level with you.

“Love? Are you alright?” He whispered, gently brushing some hair behind your ear. That seemed to snap you out of your trance. Your head snapped over to look at him, eyes finding his.

His heart shattering when your face crumpled in anguish and fresh tears spilled from your eyes. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry, m’so sorry Kento! M’sorry-!” You were in hysterics. Apologizing through hiccups.

He couldn’t have been more confused. Why were you apologizing?

Nonetheless, he helped you out of your car and guided you into his arms. Holding you so tightly and breathing a sigh of relief. Reminding himself that you were alive. That you were okay. That you were in one piece.

He held you as you sobbed, clinging to the back of his shirt as he cradled the back of your head and placed a kiss to the top of it.

Once your cries died down and you pulled away from him, he decided to ask you.

“Why’re you apologizing?” He wasn’t being accusatory or anything, his tone was soft and gentle.

“B-Because I interrupted you at work and-and your insurance is gonna go up and I have to get the bumper replaced and-“

“Hey, hey…” He cooed, hands cradling your jaw, thumb lovingly caressing your cheekbone and wiping your tears. “Are you injured?”

You frowned. “No.”

“Were they injured?” He was met with a shake of the head. “I don’t care about the insurance rate going up, I don’t care if I need to pay to have your car fixed. I wouldn’t even bat an eye if I had to buy you a new car entirely. All I care about is that you’re safe. That you’re not hurt. A car is an object. It’s replaceable. You are not.” He removed a hand from your face and reached down to grab your left hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing your engagement band and wedding ring with such reverence and care.

“I made a vow to take care of you. Whether that means taking care of you when you have the flu or paying for anything you need.”

This made even more tears flow down your cheeks. “I was so scared, Ken.” He frowned at your confession.

“I know pretty, but you’re okay. I’ve got you.” He continued to press kisses to your palm and wrist. “I left a few of my things at the school but if you wanted to go straight home, then I can just grab them tomorrow.”

“No, that’s okay.” You wiped your cheeks. “We can grab your things first.”

And so you did, his hand was in yours the entire drive there. Only letting go when you left the car.

When you both walked into his office, you were met with an enthusiastic shout of your name and a relieved Yuji pulling you into a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay.” His genuine admission brought a sad smile to your lips.

“You really had us worried there, Nanami looked like he was seconds away from a heart attack.” You frowned at Gojo’s admission, hating that you caused him to worry so much.

“Of course I was, she’s my wife you idiot.” He then turned to you with a smile. “Come on, let’s go home.” You gripped his hand and let him lead you back to his car.

He noticed the wince you hissed out as you pulled your seatbelt on. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah…I guess since the adrenaline is wearing off, I’m probably just sore.”

“Then let’s get you into a warm bath. Hmm?” He kissed the back of your hand.

You were gonna be okay.

He’d make sure of that.

[admiral-mason]

I'm bored, random crossover time again

Recently I have gotten into a little shooter game known as Ultrakill.

For those who don't know: Ultrakill is basically a shooter game that combines elements from Titanfall, Doom Eternal, Devil May Cry, etc. You play as V1, a literal blood-powered combat robot that descends into Hell (from Dante's Inferno) to get more blood. On the way, you fight demons, angels, and other machines.

So? With my blog basically sporadically alive, let me revive it with another nonsensical crossover!

Gender neutral reader

SPOILERS AHEAD!

How these two games crossed over:

So you own both a PC and a phone/tablet. You would mostly play Genshin Impact on your mobile device while you played Ultrakill on your PC.

You've managed to complete both games and right now you tried obtaining all the alternate 'slab' weapons in Ultrakill. You have one already, simply called the slab revolver by many. Your next weapon to obtain is the sawblade launcher, located in stage 4-4 Clair de Soleil.

So, you did so. Whiplashing the blue skull from the right room after you used the first jump pad, the door opened and you shot your railcannon into the water. However, when you did so, the game decided to crash on you.

"What the hell??" You said before grumbling a little and trying to boot the game back up to no avail. Closing out the game, you bothered to play a little Genshin. However, within a few seconds of booting up the game, you got shocked and blacked out.

How you got to Teyvat:

After waking up, you found yourself in a plains area... and then you saw an anemo slime.

"Hey, you. You're finally awake." A voice that sounded like Microsoft Sam said from behind you.

(V1's voice from this program)

Turning around, you were greeted by the blue camera head himself.

"What the frick V1 how are you here??"

"I don't fucking know, one moment I touched the sawblade launcher, and now I'm here in what appears to be Limbo but not fake with the human who basically assisted me in murdering all of hell for blood. By the way, you perform really great shotgun yeets!*"

"Uh, thanks." You awkwardly responded.

"Now where the fuck can I get some blood?"

In Mondstadt:

The two of you ended up wandering around V1 had managed to kill a few wild animals for blood with his revolver. It didn't take long for someone to hear the sounds and approach you two afterward.

"You two! Stop right there!" Amber heard the sounds of V1's revolver shots as she ran towards you two. If it weren't for you rapidly telling V1 to not shoot her, she'd likely be on the floor in a pool of her own blood.

"...Hi there." You awkwardly said before she ended up tackling you to the ground in a hug with V1 just looking at the sight.

After Amber took you two to Mondstadt, word spread quickly of the Divine One and their blue angel-looking machine. The two of you managed to receive free housing with the Knights of Favonius alongside a tour of the city.

V1 abused his superior mobility to cross the entire city from one side to the other in less than a minute. This astonished the local citizens at this strange individual's movement skills. And then he accidentally crashes into a random citizen's cart.

"WHEEEEEEEEEEE"

"V1 don't you're gonna-!"

V1 crashes into a cart full of cabbages, toppling it

"..."

Everyone's also confused at his ability to seemingly generate coins... before shooting at them with that curved thing he holds in his hands and then it kills stuff. (I presume that most Mondstatians have never seen guns, the closest they have seen is probably a bow,)

Then he somehow pulls a giant double-barreled minigun?? Then a tube that shoots rockets??

Expect Klee to be all over him.

"Well see, this rocket launcher used to be an industrial tool, until some-"

"HOW BIG OF A BOOM CAN IT MAKE?!"

"...Let me demonstrate!"

V1 activated the freeze mode on his Freezeframe Rocket Launcher and fired a few rockets at a group of wolves...

...Safe to say, those wolves and their surroundings got blown up to high hell.

When Jean found the destructive duo, V1 just took Klee into his arms and proceeded to abuse his mobility yet again.

"BOING! Catch me now, bozo!"

"Get back here you blue thing-"

"I am not a blue thing thank you- BOING!"

Looking past shenanigans, Albedo and Sucrose have taken an interest in V1's lethal arsenal that's even far superior to Fatui tech. Noelle might ask to train with the machine after some introductions.

In Liyue

After a few days of staying in Mondstadt, you kinda wanted to see Liyue so you told everyone else and asked V1 to accompany you. Upon arrival though, you found out that Liyue prepared a celebration for the two of you. Turns out news can leak out quickly to the world even if you've only interacted with a part of it.

V1 found Liyue significantly more fun to traverse and navigate around. From mountainous marvels to spacious streets, the nation provided him with no short of tricks to pull off.

Everyone interacted with V1 normally until he started using the Whiplash to grab items from various vendors merely flipping a few coins at them in return. This led to a scuffle with the Millelith and he ended up shocking everyone by knocking all of the soldiers out with a mere punch to their chest.

Thankfully you managed to calm him down.

When he saw the Jade Chamber, he made it a personal challenge to ascend without using the proper way. He unfortunately did so while Ningguang was pleasantly talking with you.

"This, your grace, is-" You could then faintly hear rocket sounds in the distance, with Ningguang following suit shortly after. You both turned in the direction of the sound to see V1 flying on a rocket with his Freezeframe Rocket Launcher yet again before he jumped off and landed right next to the two of you.

"Hi friend I'm back! Mechanic abuse is funny!"

Ningguang just blinked at the sight of the combat machine that somehow stood on a small flying object to get up here without proper authorization. "...Your grace what the heck did that thing just do??"

"I AM NOT A THING-"

Part 2?

*Shotgun yeets refer to projectile boosts.

[cheemscakecat]

wow okay.

BLU Soldier: Tells Spy its a bad idea to face Hoovy alone, offers to actually help.

BLU Spy: Rejects help, tries to intimidate Hoovy and gets got.

BLU Soldier: Saves him anyway.

BLU Spy: No YoU IDiOt He WAs oUr OnlY LEaD.

Later:

BLU Soldier: Gets another lead by using the radio from earlier.

BLU Spy: Doesn’t thank him, includes involving the police in his sewer tirade.

BLU Soldier: *Killed Hoovy in one shot, found a new lead, and kept that rocket launcher secure this whole time.* “I’m gonna rocket launch across the ravine.”

BLU Spy: *Smacks the loaded rocket launcher out of his hand, towards the car*

Yeah, stupid. That’s why you don’t smack a loaded firearm.

BLU Soldier: Tackle-saves Spy from getting head-shotted after announcing their location with the explosion.

BLU Spy: Blames Soldier for everything that’s gone wrong the entire night, Points a gun and threatens him. You know? The only ally he has in this forsaken death trap, who would know where he was if he died to the cult?!

Here’s a list of things that were each guy’s fault.

Soldier:

Answering Ludwig’s phone. But that wouldn’t give away their location.

Spy:

Getting Hoovy killed. If he had just brought Soldier with him to do his job, they could have worked together to prevent that outcome.

Not calling for backup. They could have called in Ludwig’s office, or on the way to the slaughterhouse, so they wouldn’t be easy targets in the empty lot outside.

Destroying the car and the evidence inside. Soldier was practicing gun safety and trusted Spy not to do anything dumb while he was holding a weapon. But Spy smacked the rocket launcher towards their car [and the ambulance].

Alerting the enemy to their location. Soldier’s phone call didn’t tell Sniper which window to fire from; the car explosion did.

So no, Spy. Having a grown man tantrum in the echoey sewer, blaming and threatening your only friend is not a valid response to what’s happened.

And Soldier ain’t even backing up, bro. He’s not scared of you at all. And I don’t blame him, he’s the competent one in the duo and he’s realizing it.

Meanwhile on RED Team:

RED Spy: *Is tired and disappointed in dad*

RED Soldier: *Is man-child of sorts*

Spy’s like “You’re an idiot, but you’re also not intentionally ****ing me off like Scout. Here’s your bucket.”

For real it’s just Scout being the reckless teenage son, and Soldier being like a feral toddler occasionally supervised by Spy.

I fully imagine that if BLU Spy tried to disrespect RED Soldier like that, he’d get his neck snapped. RED Spy would stab him in the shin or hand and start angrily ranting in French… With the energy of the hispanic mom from the SHuT uP vine.

[howlingday]

No Ad-Block?

Jaune: Alright! Time to test out this new armor!

Jaune: Whoa... Paladin on the word go, huh? Okay, this is definitely gonna be a tough fight for me.

Jaune: ACTIVATE BODY ARMOR!

Armor: Activating body armor... Armor: ...after these messages~!

Jaune: What?! What messages?!

Yang: Splazzers is now free~!

Jaune: Wh-What the hell is this?!

Yang: (Moans)

Paladin: (Rams Jaune)

Jaune: (Launched, Glides down)

Yang: Don't play by yourself when you can play with me~!

Jaune: Haha, guys, very funny. Now stop with these ads and give me my damn armor!

Armor: Do you wish to skip this ad?

Jaune: YES! (Barely dodges missile) That was too close!

Jacques: Landscape! For the closest shave to your manhood.

Jaune: Another ad?!

Jacques: Don't trust any other razor near your-

Jaune: (Punched across the grounds) How many ads am I gonna have to skip through?!

Jaune: THIRTY SEVEN?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

Armor: Do you wish to skip this-?

Jaune: YES! (Rammed again) Rgh! Okay, focus! If I can just keep my cool, I should be able to-

Terra: What are you doing, little brother in law~?

Jaune: OH GOD, SKIP! (Punched again) I don't think... I can last much longer...

Paladin: (Picks him up, Tosses him)

Jaune: He's gonna kill me!

Blake: You won't last thirty seconds playing this dating sim~.

Jaune: If I get one more ad, I am going to save the paladin the work and kill myself!

The Curious Cat: Are you feeling down? Personal Assist will pair you up with a licensed therapist who got their certification at the SDC.

Jaune: Dammit, skip!

Paladin: (Rams him)

Jaune: (Catches ramming, Deflects) Alright. If I can't take him head on, then I'll just have to hit him from above!

Jaune: (Jump with gravity dust)

Paladin: (Launches SAM, Hits Jaune)

Jaune: Dammit! How does he keep finding me?!

Nora: Worried about people finding your location? Then you, my friend, should use NoraVPN~!

Jaune: Will you stop with these ads so I can stop getting raided?!

Armor: Did you say RAID?

Ruby: RAID: SHADOW LEGENDS! New DLC available now-

Jaune: SKIP! (Jams sword in Paladin) Gotcha!

Paladin: (Steps forward)

Jaune: Oh no...

Paladin: (Rockets flare)

Jaune: No, no, no! NOOOOOOOOO-

Paladin: (Rams Jaune into the wall)

Jaune: Dammit... I'm going to die... And after coming so far...

Armor: Ads annoying you? Would you like to pay for a premium subscription to bypass all ads?

Paladin: (Steps on Jaune)

Jaune: (Holds Paladin in the air)

I'D RATHER DIE

Jaune: (Shoves off paladin) SKIP! (Slices) SKIP! (Hacks) SKIP!

Jaune: (Unleashes barrage of sword attacks, Skipping ad after ad after ad) SKIPSKIPSKIP SKIPSKIPSKIPSKIPSKIPSKIPSKIPSKIPSKIP SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

Paladin: (Pile of scrap)

Jaune: (Panting)

Pyrrha: I sawed this cereal box in half~!

Jaune: Skip.

Armor: You have successfully completed all of the ads! Now equipping battle armor~!

Jaune: ...Fuck you.

[wren-kitchens]

alien scar and creeper grian! also a flower husbands au I still love but never actually posted anything about here. in summary, one of fwhip's babies turned into a real baby and both scott and jimmy raised it together

(alien scar is very much stiff's idea ofc)

scar hears grian coming before he sees him, pretending not to notice even as the whoosh of the elytra alerts him to grian’s exact location. it’s been a couple months since grian found out that scar could hear him every time he ‘snuck up’ on him, and was slightly offended (but mostly endeared) when scar admitted he just pretended to be scared because he liked the smug grin on his face. since, grian has apparently forgotten, and only seems to remember when scar is entirely unfazed when grian tries to scare him.

this is one such time.

grian lands—pretty loudly actually, and scar wonders if grian’s hearing might not be all too good, because he’s fairly certain someone with just two ears could hear that—and grabs scar’s shoulders, giving a shout.

scar turns around, smiling pleasantly. “hey g!”

grian blinks, and scar laughs as he groans. “how do I keep forgetting?”

“I don’t know, but it’s very funny.” scar grins. “anything you want in particular, or did you just wanna scare me?”

grian’s face is flushed slightly green, but he doesn’t look annoyed. “I was gonna go bother tim, I haven’t seen him in a while. you wanna come?”

scar gasps. “do I!”

“let’s go then.” grian is apparently very pleased with his reaction.

grian launches himself off the roof of one of the scarland castle’s towers, and scar follows. he, entirely forgetting elytra are necessary for this, plummets to the ground. grian swoops down long enough for scar to grumble goodnaturedly about the gravity of this world, before he’s soaring off again—now actually followed by scar.

since the first time it opened, the rift is by far more accessible than before. a spiral staircase (sufficiently rickety and science lab-y, courtesy of zedaph) leads down the side of the cavern, and barrels full of elytra, rockets and ender pearls are placed in a helpful pile where the button used to be. 

the button was moved to a more secure location after joel decided to press it, and almost turned the whole rift off as jimmy was coming through. they all shudder to think about what would have happened if it had in fact turned off whilst jimmy was only partway through. 

they fly through the portal and out the other side. scar blinks at the sudden bright light in contrast to the cave’s murky greyness, and sees grian start out of the corner of his eye.

“oh my- why is there always someone in front of me when i come through?” grian says as joel cackles at him.

“I was gonna go visit scarland.” joel explains. “apparently the castle is done.”

“it is!” scar bounces, and joel visibly brightens. “you’ll have to let me show you around one day.”

“i’ll hold you to that.” joel grins. “also, I want another pair of jellie ears.”

“oh, joel!” grian says, apparently remembering something. “d’you know where timmy is? he hasn’t been on in a while and I was gonna go mess with him.”

an odd look overtakes joel’s expression; a mix between amusement, mischievousness and fondness. scar doesn’t reckon it’s a fantastic sign, but it is joel after all. he might just be happy to know jimmy is being messed with.

“he’s in tumble town.” he says. “just- remember to be quiet.”

grian blinks. “why?”

“you’ll see.” joel says unhelpfully, waving as he disappears into the rift.

grian turns to scar, who is equally lost as him. “I mean. we should probably see what that meant.”

“well, i for one am extremely curious.” scar agrees.

“why do we need to be quiet?” grian wonders.

scar pulls out his rockets. “let’s find out!”

-

since last he came, scar had known tumble town as a bustling, pretty noisy town. the blacksmiths hammering away, the clunks of construction work, the dull thud of miners close to the surface were just background noise in the cacophony of chatter, horse’s hooves and steel toed boots against the packed floor.

today though, it’s surprisingly quiet. it’s not eerie or suspenseful or threatening, but it is confusing. it’s a peaceful kind of quiet, like everybody agreed to be more considerate than usual.

scar glances at grian, who shrugs.

“I wonder if he’s just finished the town?” scar suggests.

“maybe.” grian glances around.

scar has to admit, it doesn’t look particularly finished—just the kind of ‘good enough’ that ends with grian leaving the back of every one of his bases unfinished. he wonders if that runs in the family. 

“he’s probably in his house.” grian says after a moment.

“I bet his house has a back to it.” scar says, and grian snorts in surprised laughter.

when grian knocks on the door to jimmy’s house, there’s no response. he looks at scar.

“do you reckon he’s out or..?”

“he might be in the tavern.” scar says. “I can’t think of many other places he could be.”

“joel might’ve just lied to us.” grian says. “he had that kind of look on his face.”

“he did.” scar agrees. “maybe-“

the door opens, and both of them turn to see jimmy. 

he looks oddly relaxed. his sleeves are rolled up, he’s not wearing that weird sleeveless jacket thing, and his hat is nowhere in sight. scar wonders for a second if he’s stopped doing the improv thing he’d explained a little while ago, when he notices what he’s holding.

or, more accurately, who he’s holding.

grian is the first to speak shout. “you have a child?!”

jimmy shushes him, but grins. “yeah, her name’s lexie.”

“oh, she’s adorable!” scar coos. “lexie?”

“who is it?” calls a voice from inside the house—unmistakably scott. scar and grian share a look.

“grian and scar.” jimmy calls over his shoulder.

“oh!” scott exclaims, and a moment later he’s at jimmy’s side. “hi, I haven’t seen you guys for a while.”

“yeah, ditto.” grian says, still looking pretty shocked. “you- I take it this is why?”

“our pride and joy.” jimmy says it like he’s joking, but the fondness in his eyes tells another story.

“so, uh.” grian says. “how did you guys.. get her?”

jimmy nudges scott, who rolls his eyes. “that is a very long story.”

scar raises an eyebrow. “oh?” he teases.

jimmy flushes pink and scott bursts out laughing. 

“not like that!” jimmy hisses.

“you know the crown?” scott says.

“oh! like ‘the crowwnnn’.” scar sings, and grian looks at him like he’s grown a second head.

“what?” 

“lizzie has a musical.” scar explains, which, judging by grian’s expression, has raised more questions than it’s answered.

“yes, that crown.” scott nods. “scar if you show him the musical, skip deal with destiny.”

“oh I could never.” scar says earnestly and scott groans.

jimmy kisses his cheek. “I will never understand you. it’s so good!”

“it’s embarrassing.” scott says, but softens when jimmy bumps his hip against scott’s.

“anyway, fwhip got the crown and his rule was to take care of these ‘babies’.” jimmy continues. “scott went to spawn because fwhip had decorated and he wanted to see.”

“but what I didn’t anticipate was that fwhip would be forcing the ‘babies’ on everyone who he saw.” scott grins.

“you keep saying ‘babies’,” grian says. “is she not a baby?”

“well, she is now.” jimmy says, bouncing lexie gently. “but she used to be a doll that cried a bit.”

“like father, like daughter.” scar says sagely, and grian cackles.

“oh, that’s a whole other story.” jimmy grins.

“I wanna know the first story first.” scar says.

“okay, well I panicked because I did not expect to be a father.” scott says.

“this was six in the morning.” jimmy adds.

“yes, and so I thought ‘who on this server would be the best with kids?’.” 

“and you picked jimmy?” grian says.

“and I was right to.” scott defends.

“you missed the part where you woke me up at six o’ clock and thrust a child upon me.” jimmy bumps him. “not to mention we were barely allies at that point.”

“yeah, I just wanted the free gunpowder.” scott grins. “not that you had any.” he pokes jimmy in the shoulder.

“creepers don’t shed as much when they’re happy!” jimmy protests. “sorry for keeping them in humane conditions.”

“you two argue like a married couple in every life.” grian says, and scar can’t help but agree.

“in a considerable amount of them we are married.” scott points out.

“that’ll explain it.” scar says.

“we did spend most of our time when we became friends for the first time calling each other ‘beloved husband’.” jimmy muses.

“are you guys married?” scar asks.

“we’ve been dating for a month, scar.” jimmy grins.

“hey, you guys got married within ten minutes of meeting on third life.” scar says. “a month is a long time in comparison!”

“death games are different.” scott says, cheeks dusted pink.

“no, you’re just a softie.” jimmy teases.

“oh, i’m a softie?” scott says, and scar gets the impression that they’ve had this conversation before.

“alright, alright-“ jimmy says hurriedly, blushing. 

scar glances at grian, who looks as curious as he feels.

“I distinctly remember someone telling me that they’d sacrifice the world for me.” scott says.

“aw, tim.” grian teases.

“oh shush.” jimmy says, an ear flicking in embarrassment.

[rachetmath]

Jaune the Strategist

Jaune: Um… General Ironwood? I have a question.

Ironwood: What is it Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Why not release the video footage of Tyrian killing a bunch of people?

Clover: Are you crazy? If we release such a video it cause panic in Mantle.

Jaune: I hear you. But... isn’t the Atlas military already being framed for countless murders?

Ironwood: Yes.

Jaune: And no one in Mantle is willing to follow protocol because they don’t trust us right?

Ironwood: Well... yes.

Jaune: Okay. So why not use this to our advantage?

Ruby: Explain.

Jaune: I mean come on. Seriously? We have proof. We have video display. And if this has been happening for a while then we have dead bodies that can hold our case.

Ironwood: Mr. Arc, I’m going to need you to further elaboration.

Jaune: What’s there to- Look, Tyrian has been killing people for a while, right?

Qrow: Yeah.

Jaune: We have video proof that he committed the massacre at Robin’s party. We could just report this and clear Penny’s name.

Ironwood: That is true.

Jaune: Plus with the few bodies Tyrian left behind, which I’m hoping your Atlas soldiers investigated completely. Like the time and location of death. As well as how they died. Basically if Tyrian left multiple victims, can’t we compare them to the other corpses from the party.

Ironwood: Huh.

Jaune: Not only that but Tyrian has a poisonous tail. Didn’t some of them have a hint poison consumed or at least small pick to their bodies.

Ironwood: Oh. That is something to consider.

Clover: Okay, but still doesn’t change the fact if we tell the people a killer is on the loose it will cause panic.

Jaune: True. But it could also make people listen. Think about it, they’re already being invaded by grimm everyday. And now they have killer amongest them. Wouldn’t that force them to reconsider they’re options?

Clover: … My… My Oum he could right.

Marrow: Okay but what about Robyn?

Jaune: Mantle’s Champion? Happy Huntresses? Are you serious? Do you honestly think she would not make a killer her top priority?

Marrow: Huh.

Jaune: I’m just saying, why are we keeping this under raps and quickly turning to Martial law?

Ironwood: Wow… anything else Mr.Arc

Jaune: Why frame Penny?

Ruby: She’s the Protector of Mantle.

Jaune: She also a robot. With a human soul. Who recorded everything! Who so far never got hacked? So why her specifically? If anything I would have got Penny out the way and framed one of the Ace-ops. Specifically Marrow. Hell why not frame Robyn herself?

Marrow: Whoa why me?

Jaune: You know why.

Blake: But tell us why.

Ironwood: Damn he’s right. That absolutely makes sense considering he’s a Faunus and recent member of the Ace ops.

Jaune: Exactly.

Blake: Are you two serious?!

Jaune: Blake think about how much conflict that would cause. A faunus in the Atlas military. An Ace operative killed and injured a bunch of innocent people. Humans and faunuses mind you. Not only would that cause division amongest the people of Mantle but the school and the soldiers.

Ironwood: He’s right. We have faunases who attend this school and are apart our units.

Jaune: It’ll be chaos. Racism and Hatred in the air. And with that much negativity the grimm attacks would be sky rocketing to the masses. Screw trying to get Amity Arena up we might as well have focused our time on containment. Hell that would been a better reason to initiate Martial law. Something I think Robyn would agree to. Considering Fiona is a faunus and her teammate.

Ironwood: So basically framing Penny was-

Jaune: A stupid idea? ABSO-FREAKEN-LUTLY!! Who ever made this plan had to be dumb as bricks.

Watts: *sneezes*

Jaune: I’m mean now I might as well ask this question. Has anyone ever disagreed with Penny’s creation?

Ironwood: I mean-… ... actually... yes we had a few people who disagreed.

Jaune: Also if you have a file for Tyrian, then what about Cinder, Emerald, Mercury or Hazel?

Ironwood: Why yes we---- Hold up. You all saw Hazel?

Jaune: Yeah.

Ironwood: And you survived?

Nora: Yes. Though with our tails between our legs. How do you know him?

Ironwood: How do you think I lost half of my body?

Jaune: Damn. And I thought Ren and Qrow had it worse. How powerful is he?

Ironwood: He crippled Ozpin.

Oscar: (And he said he stood a chance. He could’ve killed us both.)

Jaune: (We’ll most definitely need to jump him.) An-anyways, back on topic. So, who out all the other people were against the Penny project? Simply put who hates Pietro the most?

Ironwood: Well… there was Professor Watts.

Jaune: Professor Watts?

Ironwood: He was an inventor as well. He was even to soul creator of the Atlas robots you’re associated with. However he died in accident.

Jaune: How long ago?

Ironwood: Months ago?

Jaune: Okay now that’s weird.

Weiss: So what Jaune? He died.

Winter: Yes but I understand why Mr.Arc is suspicious. In Cinder’s file, after committing four first degree murders she disappeared.

Jaune: Then she suddenly appears back at Beacon with a way to hack the military.

Clover: Tyrian was captured but then escaped and he disappeared as well.

Qrow: Then he came out nowhere and tried to capture Ruby.

Ironwood: Hazel disappeared once too.

Oscar: And then I saw him on my way to Mistral.

Jaune: Is any of this making sense?

Ironwood: Yes. Clover I need you to follow up on some the victims of the previous crimes. And Winter I need you look into Watt’s case. Lets make sure he’s dead. If not we need evidence.

Winter: Yes sir.

Ironwood: Well, Mr. Arc it seem I underestimated your intelligence. I will not call in Martial law.

Jaune: No-no. Keep it in mind.

Nora: SAY WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE TRYING TO AVOID IT!!

Jaune: I am. But Robyn could still cause trouble for us down the road. We need to be ready when she could take things too far.

Nora: But-

Ironwood: It’s only if she continues to be an obstacle.

Nora: *silent*

Ironwood: Alright. Everyone back to work. Keep an eye out for Tyrian. And if you learn anything you report to me immediately.

Ace-ops: Yes sir.

Ren: Yes sir.

*JNPR Dorm Room*

Nora: Jaune, I can’t believe you sided with Ironwood.

Ren: Nora, it is a constitutions plan. It’s not going to happen.

Nora: I’m just saying the people of Mantle are already having a hard time.

Ren: I understand but-

Nora: But what? That getting Amity Arena up is more important than helping the people.

Ren: What about the world? What about all of Remnant?

Nora: How can help the world if we can’t help a country?!

Ren: We can’t always focus on the small things Nora. We need to consider the bigger picture.

Nora: So after all we’ve been through before you want to throw that away?

Ren That not what I’m saying. I-

Jaune: ENOUGH!!

Jaune: Please. Stop arguing.

Ren: Jaune, look I want to say-

Jaune: Stop. Sit. Both of you.

Nara and Ren: *sit separately from each other*

Jaune: Look, Nora, I understand. I know Mantle going through hard times. Due to the trading routes and transportation being limited, people are starting to struggle to get in and out of city. Stores and companies are closed so people are having trouble finding work. And without work, they can’t make money. And without money they can’t pay rent nor provide for their families. Basically majority of those people might as well not have homes soon.

Nora: Then you know why Martial law can’t happen. It will make things worse.

Jaune: Yes. That is why I would rather keep it as a last resort. However, with Mantle’s lack of funding and resources, I almost can’t blame Robyn for what’s she’s doing. However, two wrongs don’t make a right.

Nora: Hmm.

Ren: Well said Jaune.

Jaune: And you. Don’t think I’m openly siding with Ironwood. I only did that because I need everyone on the same page.

Ren: Jaune.

Jaune: At Beacon, Amber, Ozpin and Pyrrha died. Then the world got divide. Mistral, we almost died.

Nora: We survived.

Jaune: Through the skin of our teeth Nora! We got lucky! And Hazel, Emerald and Mercury stilled escaped!

Nora: *hates when he’s right*

Jaune: Now Tyrian is here. And even if my theory on Watts is correct, we still don’t know what they’re up to. Not to mention, we’re keeping secrets too. Especially, about Salem., who may have sent them here to retrieve the lamp. And worse, kill Oscar.

Nora and Ren: … … …

Jaune: Look… … Basically what I’m saying we need to be careful. We are no longer students. We are hunters. Every move we make could jeopardize what we are trying to accomplish. Even the people we trust could be a problem if we’re not careful.

Nora: So you don’t trust Ruby?

Jaune: Yeah. But keeping these secrets could get us in trouble, or most likely, have a gun to our heads. And Ironwood has plenty of them compared to us.

Ren: So what should we do?

Jaune: We do what we started this journey for. We search for answers.

[little-spicy]

Hold Me

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: On a Guardian mission, Adam is hit with a foreign substance called Sunmite. As they realize that Adam is indeed infected, Y/N learns that he's fully gone primal.

WARNING: MDNI!!! 🔞 SMUT!!! Dubcon (it's Sex Pollen), dom/sub, chasing kink, praise, etc.

IT WAS A NORMAL DAY ON NOWHERE, ever since the battle with the High Evolutionary the place became peaceful again and the new home thrived since Nebula had taken charge.

The children were laughing, Nebula was stressed and doing a million things, and Drax was his usual self, playing with the children.

Y/N was with Drax as they taught the kids how to play with the hula hoops. Peter had brought some items from Earth and had given it to children and to say they were having a blast was an understatement.

As they enjoyed the time with the children was when they received the call from Rocket saying that Adam was in an accident.

Y/N's heart dropped as she looked at Drax with fear. Y/N had helped Adam when he decided to change, that he decided to be part of the Guardians and be better than his mother. He was created to be an all perfect being but Y/N saw him for what he truly was.

He was a scared child, someone who was born to a world that he was barely ready for. She was the youngest guardian on the team; rescued by Peter and the Ravengers when she was a small child and raised as one of them. She was barely a teenager as she became a guardian, but nonetheless a strong one.

She was young like him so she understood him, she understood his innocent looks, his kindness, and his eager to learn.

She stayed up with him, let him listen to music, let him read, and just to be there with him. Those nights turned into days, and suddenly both of them began to grow feelings for one another.

It was no secret that they would fall for each other but it still was just as sweet when they finally held hands and shared a kiss from time to time.

But as she heard that he had been hurt, she was scared. Everything that she had ever faced was no where as scary as hearing that Adam was hurt.

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Y/N ran as fast as she could to their lab, she was given location to where they were but that didn't ease her uneasiness in her stomach.

When she entered the lab, she could see that there was a protective shield. She saw as Adam was on a table, wheezing and groaning in pain.

"What happened?" Y/N asked Rocket as she looked at him with pain.

Rocket had a vial of a bright orange substance, he held it up for Y/N to look and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What am I looking at?" She asked him.

"One of those Zelnights hit him with a dart of some kind." Rocket said. "We thought it didn't affect him since he didn't show any signs but that changed when we were coming back."

"He started going crazy and we had Cosmo here hold him down." Kraglin said and Cosmo barked.

"He is not a good boy." Cosmo said and Y/N watched as Adam groaned once more and hissed in pain.

"Why is he locked in there, help him!" Y/N said as she tried to open it but Kraglin stopped her.

"We couldn't risk contamination, we're still running lab results." Kraglin said. "Even when we did, he started burning up and began to fight us. He kept asking for you, we wouldn't even had told you if he hadn't kept begging us."

"Y/N." Adam said weakly, his head turned to see her through the shield.

"Adam, sweetie." Y/N said and touched the shield.

"Y/N." Adam said more fiercely, his eyes glowed and got up abruptly. He tried to go through the shield only to be thrown back. He yelled and came forward again and caused Y/N to move back and tried to hold back tears.

"Nebula, we're gonna need something to calm him down." Rocket said through the comm link. He looked up to Y/N. "We need to get you out of here."

"I won't leave him!" Y/N said as she tried to come forward but once again Kraglin stopped her.

"We can't risk him hurting you, we don't know what'll happen." Kraglin said and Y/N watched as Adam, tried to hit the shield but once again he was thrown back and he groaned in pain once again.

"Comet, hold him." Rocket told Comet, comet nodded and began to use their telekinesis to hold Adam.

"We'll find out answers soon, but for now you need to get out of here." Rocket said. "He'll be fine, I promise."

Y/N looked down at Adam and crouched down to see him.

"Adam, sweetie I'll be back." She said and Adam's eyes still followed bright.

"Please, love, I need you." He said with pain. Y/N tried not to cry.

"I want to, but I can't sweetie." Y/N said. "They need to test that stuff and until they know what it is I can't get in there."

"Please!" Adam begged and Y/N was then being led away by Kraglin. "Y/N!"

Y/N put her hands over her ears and tried not to cry as she heard his pleads.

"Go back to you place, keep your comm link on you and we'll keep you updated." Kraglin said and Y/N nodded sadly.

"Okay, please take care of him." She said and Kraglin nodded.

"Of course." He said and Y/N walked away, heading farther away and hoping to erase the sound of his screams.

She walked around the Knowhere, walking past the people and giving them the best smile she could.

Once she got into her home, she immediately went to the couch and laid down. She grabbed her device and from one of Peter's playlist she began to listen to music.

She turned off her lights and turned on her fairy lights and let the apartment be lit by dim lighting.

She decided to get out of her regular day clothes and get into her comfy clothes and let herself forget for a moment the gnawing feeling of her boyfriend being in pain.

She didn't realize as the music played she started to get drowsy and before she knew it, she fell asleep.

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Y/N felt her eyes open abruptly as she heard the blaring sound of her comm link.

"Y/N! Y/N come in!" She heard Nebula shout and Y/N tried to gain balance as she rushed toward her comm link.

She nearly fell but grabbed her comm link and answered.

"Hey! It's Y/N, what's wrong?" She asked frantically.

"Everything, Adam broke loose." Nebula said and Y/N's heart stopped.

"Where is he?" She asked and Nebula was about to answer until Rocket answered.

"To you!" He said. "Listen, we found out what that stuff is, it's called Sunmite; it's a lethal injection that's suppose to drive a person insane with heat."

"Is there a cure?" Y/N asked frantically. "What was it used for?"

"It's a mite used to stun the victim, but I think this guy had a plan." Rocket said. "The guy who hit Adam I guess was one of High Evolutionary's goons, I guess they had an order for him to- to."

"To what!" Y/N asked.

"To copulate, have kids." Nebula said begrudgingly. "They want the perfect man to reproduce."

"Oh my god." Y/N said and she felt her nerves sky rocket. "Do you mean?"

"He's super horny yeah." Nebula said and Rocket laughed.

"I can't believe you just said that." Rocket said and Y/N and Nebula huffed.

"Where is he now?" Y/N asked.

"He's on his way to-" Nebula was cut off by the sound of Adam nearly breaking the door.

"Y/N." He breathlessly said and Y/N put her hands in front of her to shield her but Adam engulfed her into a hug and leaned down and kissed her.

"Adam don't hurt-" Nebula was silenced once Adam crushed Y/N's comm link.

"Adam." Y/N said breathlessly as she pulled away and once she did, she saw his eyes still glowing and his eyes filled with lust. "Adam, you're not well."

"I'm fine now." Adam said and kissed her feverishly. "I need you."

Adam then tore her shirt and Y/N moaned as she felt his kisses on her neck. She gripped his hair and heard him grunt

"Adam, we can't- you aren't in-" Y/N tried to fight it but then Adam kissed her once more and she melted into the kiss and cupped his cheeks.

"I need you, I want you." He said and began to kiss her neck and got on his knees and began to kiss her stomach and hips.

She let out shaky moan as she gripped his hair. He was about to rip her pants but she stepped back.

"Y/N." He looked up at her with his glowing eyes and when he saw the fear in her eyes, his eyes dimmed for a moment. "What's wrong?"

"I- I've never done anything like this-" Y/N helped him up and could tell he was fighting the toxin. "I don't want you to do this cause you're forced to."

Adam kissed her softly, trying to be delicate as his fingers shook. She watched as his eyes were hazel orbs were back and he held her.

"I've wanted to for a long time, I just didn't want to force you." He told her. "I-"

He groaned as he felt the toxins kicking in and Y/N felt his grip on her tighten. He fell onto his knees and Y/N saw his eyes turn bright orange again and he kissed her inner thigh, making her shudder.

"I want you more than I've ever wanted, my love." He said and ripped her pants. "Tell me you don't want this."

She felt him kiss her clothed pussy and she gripped his hair and felt herself get wetter by the second.

"I-I-" she stuttered, she felt her body betray her as she felt electricity flow. "Yes."

"Yes- what?" He asked, tauntingly.

"Yes, I want you." She said and that's all the confirmation he needs and ripped her underwear.

He began to lick and kiss her clit and she felt her knees buckle. He grabbed her hips to keep her steady and with a final kiss on her clit, he got up and picked her up bridal style.

She looked at him and kissed him deeply, she giggled into the kiss as she felt his hands roam her ass.

He threw her on the bed and she looked up at him with lust. His face was the same way as his eyes glowed, she could see the erection in his suit and she bit her lip in anticipation.

"You like what you see, love?" He asked and she felt her cheeks blush as she never heard him like that.

"I do." She said and decided to tease and take off her shirt to reveal her breasts. Her nipples were hardened by the cool air and being aroused.

Adam licked his lips and began to discard his clothes quickly and got into the bed with her.

He kissed her quickly and then began to kiss further down to her chest and suck and bite on one of her breasts.

"Fuck!" She hissed and gripped his hair tight and felt herself get wetter.

She suddenly jolted as she felt his fingers move around her folds. She watched as he brought her juices to his lips and moaned at the taste.

"You taste heavenly." He said and kissed down her stomach to the top of her pubic bone. They both looked at each other until Adam dove into her pussy.

She felt her soul leave her body as she felt his feast on her like she was the last food in the universe. She gripped his hair and squirmed as he sucked and licked her clit.

She made noises that fueled Adam's drive, as she was about to cum, he let go off her clit with a pop and got right above her.

"I love you." He said and she looked at him and cupped his cheeks, she kissed him softly.

"I love you too." She said and in an instant, Adam lined his cock up to her entrance and slowly entered.

She winced at his size and felt her walls stretch for the first time. She put her head on his chest and she winced, Adam stopped once in a while to kiss and hold her but the drugs were fighting his mind as the feeling of her velvety walls hugged his cock.

She felt him completely in and she had never felt so full ever, she felt content and the world stood still as she felt her walls squeeze Adam's dick.

"You can move now." She told Adam.

Adam's mind blacked out as he began to rock into her, his hips snapping as he plunged into her further.

She felt tears weld up in her eyes as she felt the pain continue, she felt her virgin walls break.

She slowly began to feel the pleasure as Adam used his fingers to rub her clit.

"Yes." She moaned as she felt Adam kiss her neck. She giggled and felt goosebumps on her legs as he began to leave marks.

"Tell me you're mine." Adam said and Y/N felt her mind melt until Adam went a little bit deeper causing Y/N to yelp. "Tell me."

"I'm yours!" She moaned and felt herself feel the familiar waves of euphoria. "God, I'm all yours. All yours."

Adam growled and Y/N watched as Adam put her legs over his head and began to drill into her hard and caused her to scream louder.

"You're such a good girl for me, you were made for me." He said and rubbed her clit faster. Her chest heaved up and down and Adam could tell she was close. "Cum for me, I want to feel you."

She shuddered and came with a scream. Her legs began to shake and that was all Adam needed to cum in her.

He moaned and jolted as his cum went deep into her. He felt the goosebumps rise on his skin and felt his dick soften afterwards.

He almost fell on top of Y/N but stopped himself and decided to flip them over and have her be on top of him.

Y/N looked at Adam and his eyes had turned back to normal.

"Adam." Y/N said. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, that was-" he sighed and smiled, kiss her cheek. "Amazing."

"It was." She said and placed her head on his chest and heard his heart beating. "Can't believe you got drugged."

"If getting drugged means being hopelessly in love with you it worth it." Adam told her. "I've wanted to do this for a while."

"Me too, glad it only took you to be drugged in order to do that." She laughed and got off top of him and laid on his right side. "Plus I think you might have a round two."

"You think?" He asked and she nodded.

"That stuff is pretty strong- and we do have the whole night." She said and Adam grabbed hold of her and kissed her chest.

"Well then." Adam's eyes turned bright again. "Guess I have the whole night."

She felt bliss once again as she was embracing her boyfriend. Who knew that having a cosmic entity could be so thrilling.

Hope you liked this! If you want to give me prompts or suggestions for another preference or one shot let me know! I do Marvel, Star Wars, Doctor Who, and Harry Potter! ✨✨

[love-for-faeries-go-burrrr]

NSFW Alphabet with Rocket Raccoon

Warning: Sexual Alphabet, Explicit, Kinks & More.

Asks are Open! (Please I need Inspo / knowing people want to see my writing)

(tagged a few Rocket writers who I thought may enjoy at the bottom can be removed if asked + can add people to a taglist if requested)

A = After Care: Will do anything and everything you need to make you feel cared for. Maybe even bandage you up if he dug his claws into your skin too hard. Would love to just lay on your chest after.

B = Body Part: Rocket's favorite body part is your hands, just adores them, his little paws in your hands? Or seeing you use your hands while giving him a blow/hand job? Perfect, bonus points if you keep them manicured or painted a color reminding you of him.

C = Cum: Breeding Kink, boy loves to cum inside you, but always asks where you want it before he cums. You must wait for permission to cum, but he won't make you wait too long.

D = Dirty Secret: When tinkering with his machines, sometimes he imagines making machines he can use on you. Would definitely get a certain idea and note it down for later, hell, even stop what hes doing and start creating a machine for your pleasure as he's rock hard.

E = Experience: Rocket's had some lovers but it was never personal, with you it's different, he wants you to feel how much he loves you, he wants to degrade then praise you over and over so you know how amazing you are but also know you're his.

F = Favorite Position: Pretzel Dip, hear me out, he gets to see your breasts bounce up and down, your face, and dig his claws into your thigh & ass as he slams into you? The man already jerked off just to the idea of it.

G = Goofy: Rocket just has some moments in between degrading and praising you, "Fuck... you really are so fucking hot princess" and he just has a smile to himself at how lucky he is. Maybe even laugh thinking about people before who have hit on you, imagine them seeing you now a sloppy mess beneath him.

H = Hair: Rocket knows he has that 'rugged' look, but if he knows he's definitely getting it from you tonight? Dude is taking the cleanest shower of his life, brushing out that tail if you've made a comment about it before, would take hella pride in his appearance. Or if you like him 'dirtier' he'd wear his signature blue cut-off and fuck you until you can't stand.

I = Intimacy: You have this raccoon's full attention, boy will hold back his orgasms to ensure you ride out yours first. He will study your body, the way you react even with the smallest reactions, the way your lips twitch when he flips your clit, he will know what makes you go crazy in no time.

J = Jack Off: Anything reminds you of him, a smell similar to your perfume, if he ever had a voice recording of yours even if you aren't saying anything sexual he'll use it to pleasure himself. The longer in between seeing you, the more he jerks off missing you, and the rougher you'll be handled next time.

K = Kink: Pain Kink, graphic to an extent, will stop if you truly don't want it but wants to tie you up, slap your ass, nip at your collarbone, claw at your ass. Your sounds of pain mixed with pleasure drive him crazy. Always loves to overstimulate you, where you can barely breathe because your body is trembling from the pleasure.

L = Location: Anywhere, in an alleyway, in the captain's seat, on the kitchen table when the other guardians are gone. Love's to know later on when he walks by and looks at a piece of furniture and can pinpoint how he made you cum there.

M =Motivation: If you're shy or bold about it, either response will rile him up. Shy about it? Man will have you moaning so loud the neighborhood knows you. Bold about it? You'll be put in your place and begging to be able to cum.

N = No: You cannot be in power and tie him up, brings back memories of feeling powerless.

O = Oral: Cunnilingus, Anilingus, Rocket is a pro at all of them the combo of his quick fingers with his rather long and agile tongue is a recipe for constant orgasms. Prefer's to give because of how you squirm but adores if you give because sometimes bro just needs to be reminded he can be cared for too.

P = Pace: Fast, always trying to give you that high, but loves to go agonizingly slow whenever you are close, must remind you that he can give you the high only if you deserve it.

Q = Quickie: Definitely down for it, especially if you are the one who initiates it. "You're my whore" he whispers in your ear as he fucks you in the shared shower. Hearing Drax bang at the door asking whos in there, he gets an "I'll be done in a minute" response as Rocket repositions you and shoves his cock down your throat to fuck face you.

R = Risk: Rocket is willing to try almost anything you want, where you want it, as long as he always has some sort of power in the situation.

S = Stamina: You always finish first, on the rare occasion you don't you won't even know, Rocket will just grin and fuck you harder, refusing to give you the satisfaction of knowing you made him cum first. If you call him out on it you get a simple "You're dreamin princess..." as he shoves your face into the bed and makes you squirm.

T = Toys: Will use anything and everything you want, but if his dick feels ignored he will take that vibrator out of you so fast and slam himself inside of you so you do not forget who truly owns you. Use's toys to his advantage but can be cocky and want to pleasure you more than they do.

U = Unfair: Rocket will bring you to the absolute edge of an orgasm and watch the stars leave your eyes as he pulls out, once he gets a good enough protest and you beg good enough, “Please Rocket…please fuck me, I need it, I need you!” he'll slam right back into you, and make your whole body quiver as you have the Galaxy in your eyes.

V = Volume: Verbal to a degree, gives small whispers of praise or degradants when needed, but mostly just wants to hear you moan for him. Whisper in his ear how bad you want it and he might just let you cum without protest.

W = Wild Card: Jack offs to the idea of you sucking him off in his pilot seat at night when everyone is asleep. Looking at your beautiful eyes as you move up and down his cock, if you actually fulfilled this fantasy he would basically pull out a wedding ring.

Bonus: if you're a top he'd adore you trying to gain power over him, to him it's cute to see you try so hard to be the sole pleasure giver.

X = X-Ray: A good 5-6 inches, the average human size, but for someone like him? That means he's packing big, he also knows how to use it. (I know y’all saw it in that jumpsuit in GOTG 1, if that’s him on soft? Bro’s definitely packing)

Y = Yearning: Every time you have sex he thinks of how next time he will do it better, how he will make you beg or squirm for it more. As I said, will be randomly fixing machines and getting new toy ideas on how to pleasure you and have his name rolling off your tongue.

Z = zzz: A definite cuddler, needs to be a little spoon after (can try being bigger but with the size difference, it's easier if you big spoon) and won't fall asleep until you do.

Bonus points if after you let him just lay on your naked body, flicking your nipples gently as he admits you did a good job taking him.

taglist: @raccoonfallsharder @aliasrocket @alylee-s @oolongteaboba (I can remove y'all if needed I personally love your work and wanted y'alls thoughts)

[forest-falcon]

The Butterfly Effect

Chptr 14

🧡❤️🩶💛🚒🐦‍🔥

"So what's the plan?" Rigby jogged up alongside John.

"Here," John pressed a button at his wrist and the rock face in front of them opened; much the way a garage door might.

"Impressive," Rigby mused aloud. He let out a long, low whistle as he stepped inside.

"We need to clear a path around the pool. Jetpacks just won't cut it if we're gonna try n' stabilize One," John pointed to his brother's green Bird.

"Need me to pilot her?" Rigby's face held more than a trace of excitement.

"Oh...no, sorry," John scratched the back of his head.

"You'll be driving one of her pods. When we've cleared enough of the debris, and the villa has been stabilized; I may need you in Phoenix's carrier to help with moving One."

Rigby straightened and gave a nod.

"Time is scarce. Reports say Alan's okay, but we have a further three people in the villa who may require urgent medical attention, and I can't risk McCready's team in there until we know they have a chance at making it back out again," John sighed.

Rigby cleared his throat; his face visually construing a silent inner-debate.

"What?" John urged, then winced inwardly at his tone. Adjusting to Earth's gravity appeared to be even more wearing when fearing for your family's well being.

"You know, you can call them by name - Virgil and Gordon. We...we have your back," Rigby gave John an awkward clap on the back.

The clap echoed around the cavernous hangar.

John swallowed hard to staunch impending tears. There was a second's pause, before the astronaut stepped into his missing brother's Bird.

*. *. *.

"Knock, knock!" Parker called to signal his arrival outside of Alan's door.

"Erm...am I supposed to say who's there?" Alan's young voice came back.

" 'Oo's there? Well, hI'm glad to see that yer haven't lost your sense of humour along with yer bedroom!" Parker chuckled as he worked the lock on Alan's door.

There was a satisfying sound of the latch clicking, and the door swung open.

"Looks like you could use an 'and, Master Alan," he smiled, extending a hand.

"F-A-B-," Alan enthused, hauling himself up, and into the corridor, with Parker's help.

The teen cracked his back.

"Welp, I think I now hold the Tracy Island record for the longest pull up!"

*. *. *.

"We had to make an 'ole in Master Gordon's window to get to you. 'Fraid your brother's parking had made somewhat of a mess," Parker gestured towards Gordon's rooms.

"Didn't you teach him to drive?" Alan grinned.

"Cars, young Master Tracy, not rocket ships! And, I'll 'ave less of yer cheek! Scott might not be firin' on all cylinders at the moment, but you mark my words - I 'ave a memory like an elephant!" Parker chuckled, wagging a finger.

"You look like one too!"

"Oi!" Parker swatted at the teen as he ran.

*. *. *.

John and Rigby had made light work of clearing the debris surrounding the villa, and the structure was stabilised enough for a team to head up to help locate Virgil, Grandma, and Gordon.

"HELLO? VIRG? GRANDMA? GORD-"

"-OVER HERE!" Gordon hammered a small rock against a metal support beam.

The team tentatively picked their way over splintered floorboards and around mounds of rock that lay strewn across what was left of the comms room.

"Allie, is that you?"

"The one and only! I've brought some friends with me. Didn't wanna hog all the glory, y'know?"

"Phoenix?"

"Yup!"

Jonesy took a step closer, with a small hydraulic whine from the suit.

"Jonesy?"

"S'up Gords? I like what you've done with the place. You're kinda lacking in the door department though."

"Well y'know what Virgil always says; if you can't find a door, make one!" Gordon called from behind the fallen rocks.

"My thoughts exactly!"

"WAIT!" Tycho was almost pulled forwards into the rock face as he tried to stall Jonesy's suited arm.

"The structure's too unstable. Any attempt to move these boulders risks the whole lot coming down on top of Gordon," Tycho gesticulated wildly.

"Yeah, let's not do that." Gordon deadpanned.

"So what's the plan?" Jonesy couldn't deny that the thrill of using the exosuit had him itching to use his new superpower again. Two tonne boulder? No problem! He'd just shifted it like....kapow!

Tycho dragged his hands down his face as he thought.

"Hmm...we need to get a better view of what we're dealing with. Right here, we can only see half of the puzzle." Tycho pensively ran a hand down the largest boulder.

"And how are we gonna do that?" Jonesy was under the distinct impression that Tycho wasn't referencing the exosuit.

"I think I have just the thing!"

The scientist bent down and unfastened the clasps of a small metal case he'd carried down from the carrier.

"Jonesy, meet Mini Max.”

[ronearoundblindly]

Ro, darling

A and Q for Hideout Steve (I thought about requesting Z and then realised, for him, it’s everywhere 😂

For this ask game, and they are dirtayyyyyy.

Little different than general solo steve and I'll elaborate on when he's soft-spoken vs. loud (Low key hilarious that Hideout!Steve is soooooo sensitive and Fools!Steve is the polar opposite.)

MINORS DNI. I know you're sick of me saying it, but this is not for youngsters. I will not hesitate to let you know when a fic is all-age friendly!

A - Alone Time

Let's start from the beginning. When 'Grant' first starting visiting the motel, he really didn't have any dreams/delusions/fantasies about having a love life, and since Steve always imagined he'd only have sex with someone he was able to court and know pretty well, he resigned himself to never finding someone until his exile ended. (Considering in canon, it never really ended, we see he had a point.)

Once something does develop between you, despite all odds, he gets to hope, and hope is a drug to Steve Rogers.

He doesn't have a lot of time where he's truly alone while bunking with Natasha and Sam--sometimes Wanda and Viz, too--so I feel like Steve has mastered the art of innocent imagination. When he thinks of you it's not graphic, not unless he can be in a separate room or, preferably, building than the rest of his group.

They all understand though. Each of them clammers for some distance as often as is safe.

Bathing marks the only real and consistent time Steve has alone, meaning you helping wash his hair in the tub counts as a double whammy to his fantasies.

There was a lot of crossover in his dreams that night since the association is too strong. He touches himself in the shower, you were in the bathroom with him, and thus, he dreamt of you touching him in the shower. He woke up to that being almost the reality, too, so that wet dream has been pretty consistently on repeat.

From that point on, the urge to imagine what could happen gets much worse. The group doesn't have a routine. They bounce from place to place and spend wildly different amounts of time in each location. To date, the motel is only one of three places they've stayed two times, and it is the only place they've gone back to more than twice. It's not fucking rocket science to understand what's so appealing to Steve that he nudges and hints at returning as often as is strategically plausible.

If by chance Steve actually gets a room to himself and is truly alone for a few hours, it's difficult not to take advantage, spread out, and sleep, however, but he sleeps even better after writhing around as a horny mess for about twenty minutes, working himself up, humping the mattress and his hand, moaning into the pillows like a whore (at least he thinks he sounds like those 'painted' women back in the '30s and '40s), and coming hard on his abs. He vaguely knows he's a glutton for punishment by how long he tries to milk his orgasm. It works though. He can last a bit longer now--even with the vivid memory of what it feels like to be inside you--yet he doesn't really need to last when his alone time is so limited. Should he...practice that? Should he be trying to hold out longer?

Dillema!

Q - Quiet Please

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oops, sorry, got lost in my thots about how loud Steve can get while fucking you. Honestly, if you two have enough privacy, he's even goddamn noisy while eating you out.

As I hope I've established many times, Steve Rogers in any universe can't talk dirty to save his life. He can lie better than he can say words like 'fuck,' or 'cunt,' and will never ever say the word 'pussy' in reference to your body or a cat (now that he knows what some people use the term for). I have no clue why 'cunt' would be better than 'pussy,' but 🤷🏻‍♀️ this is my headcanon so here we go. He uses any curse words so seldom that it doesn't really matter. He'd have to be pretty surprised by the intensity of something or at peak possessiveness to utter stuff like that. (If he has to reference it, usually he just says "you're so wet," "you're squeezing me so tight," or "do you need me?" Very general, no bad words required.)

ANYWHO: volume.

As much as I ::melts:: love the idea of Steve getting louder when he's tired, he has grown to enjoy the thrill of being quiet and sneaky.

He's got to get his kicks somewhere, right? So he's almost trained himself to be completely silent (to the point of holding his breath, which is a whole other kink for way later) while he imagines that you can travel with them for some reason. It's a fantasy; he hasn't worked out the details. He'd still want to be buried inside you or fingering you till you come if you had to share a room with the group for a night. He'll be quiet if you will. They'll never know. He promises. Please, Tops. Please. He wants to touch you, to hold you, to feel you everywhere...

Yup, Steve can be silent as the grave or hitting opera notes; it's all good as long as he gets to be with you.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Hideout Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

One more cowboy cat for the road!

[matan4il]

Daily update post:

The IDF has been releasing a lot of incriminating intel on the Shifa hospital in Gaza being used by Hamas. There's footage of a drone going into a terror tunnel underneath it.

There's pics of the weapons found there. There's the results of an investigation into the fate of 19 years old Noa Marziano, who was kidnapped by Hamas, lightly injured in an IDF strike, which killed the terrorist who was guarding her, another terrorist took her into the basement at the Shifa hospital, and killed her there, then Hamas tried to stage "evidence" that she was killed in the IDF strike. And most recently, there's CCTV footage showing Hamas bringing in hostages (one man from Nepal and one from Thailand) into Shifa, with the terrorists being armed, and all of this was done in broad daylight, and right in front of the medical staff.

Of course anti-Israelis, including the Hamas, said it was just bringing hostages in to get treatment.

But here's the thing, Shifa is on the Western side of Gaza, while Hamas breached the Israeli border in the east. On the way between the border and where this hospital is located, there are plenty of other medical facilities on the way. Any of them would be preferable if the goal was to give the hostages medical treatment as soon as possible. But they took these kidnapped men all the way to Shifa instead. Because that's Hamas' headquarters.

I've known for years, like most Israelis, that Hamas is using medical facilities like hospitals and ambulances for its terrorist activity. This evidence does not surprise me. But I think it didn't really sink in for me until yesterday, just how many people knew and kept silent. I'm not even talking about the Gazan medical staff. They live under the constant threat of Hamas, I don't blame them. But the UN, the Red Cross, all of those "noble" NGO's operating from Gaza (and getting a lot of donations to do so), all of those foreigners with access to Gaza, who knew the situation on the ground, and chose to lie, and continued to do so even after the Oct 7 massacre... WTF is wrong with these people? By keeping quiet, they endangered both Israeli civilians (who Hamas could continue to target with impunity when operating from inside medical facilities), and Palestinian ones that Hamas endangered by using them as human shields.

Who is going to hold these people accountable? Who is going to make them pay for their complicity in endangering so many people, millions altogether, on both sides of the border, so that they never dare do this again?

Have ANY of them come forward, apologized, taken responsibility for their long complicity? I've heard of no such thing. In fact, I assume that they will only raise the volume of their accusations against and vilification of Israel, to drown out the voices asking these questions.

In this tweet you can hear an interview (starting at around 35 seconds in) with one of the few foreign doctors, who had worked at the Shifa hospital, and who after Hamas' massacre, did not come forward with his testimony about what he'd seen and experienced while he was there, but did agree to have it recorded once he was asked to. If Hamas is finally taken down, we might get to hear more of these, and I guess... better late than never.

In the midst of all of this, Israel has helped evacuate babies from the Shifa hospital to ones in Egypt, and the equipment to established a second Jordanian field hospital has entered Gaza today.

Israel continues to be attacked by Iran-funded rockets from the south, from the north by Iran-funded Hezbollah, as well as from Syria, by the Iran-funded Houthis in Yemen, by independent terrorist attacks, and online from cyber attacks, by Iran-funded and even Iranian hackers. I kind of tend not to talk about these that much, because they're on going. It's happening every single day, and Israel, in the middle of the fight to destroy Hamas, has to also defend its people on these fronts.

The anger and hurt over the denial of rapes that happened as part of Hamas' massacre continues, and more people are trying to speak up against it:

This is 15 years old Itay Cohen.

He's a triathlete, and was in the middle of a training session, cycling in the south, when Hamas terrorists shot him. He was taken to a hospital without any family by his side, because his parents were locked inside a bomb shelter in their kibbutz. Itay took a bullet to the head, and lost his eyesight, but somehow survived. So did his parents. He vowed he won't stop training, despite his new disability. This terror attack has changed countless lives, from among the survivors as well.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[labselkie]

i actually don’t even have a joke this time i just went wild and my notes app just so happened to be open for about 1800 words of sludge

so here’s the canon! 100% main! somewhat abridged version of skyliv meeting!!!!

Date: 4/12/18

Location: Alchemax - Hudson Valley Campus

Name: Ross, Lucielle

Age: 25

Species: Human [X-Gene active. DNA merged with Phoca vitulina.]

Height: 1.59 M - Weight: 59.42 KG

Appointment Time: 11:00 AM.

Subject Time of Arrival: 10:42 AM.

-

“You’re here!” Doctor Octavius exclaimed, her aloof expression stretching into a cheerful smile. She rockets off her exercise ball, kicking it with the back of her foot under the desk as she quickly steps to the door. Her subject was really there, the first mutant subject who volunteered and actually showed up.

Lucielle stepped in cautiously, idle fingers tracing the edge of the glass door that slid open with her arrival. She lit up, smile just as bright. “Doctor! I apologize if I’m early, I’ve wanted to visit the campus for quite some time.”

The door slid back shut just as Olivia cut Lucielle off.

“Oh, don’t even fret.. Look at you, just look at you! When I heard your mutation presented physically I didn’t expect this!” She flaps her hands at her hips, holding herself back from pouncing on the mutant like a dog on a leash.

“Really? I’m not the most- Out there mutant, I mean you could very well have met someone with orange skin, or covered in scales, or with the face of an animal!” Lucielle tries to deescalate the situation, to get Olivia’s enthusiasm pointed to anything else. She raises her hands with palms out, her small white bag dropping to the crook of her elbow.

Unfortunately, this didn’t work, as Olivia’s wide eyes shot right to the claws peeking over the pads of Lucielle’s fingers.

“And those!” She exclaims, rounding to the mutant’s side and ushering her further into the lab, “You filled out the forms, correct? I’d love to begin but it’s, you know, for the company’s sake.”

As she spoke Olivia stepped behind the mutant, stopping at her desk and rummaging through a drawer. Once she finds what she’s looking for, she leaves the drawer open for a moment and turns to a few stacked sheets in front of her, right hand scribbling something down. Lucielle stepped further in as well, mirroring the action and draping her bag’s strap over the desk. Her eyes were low, as if in a show of respect.

“I did,” She answered politely with a ghost of a nod, “And the surveys too, you don’t have to worry about those.”

Olivia pulled out what she was searching for, a black octagonal device that was just about the size of her hand. One side was accented with a screen, and the other was decorated with sensors and odd buttons. Her smile was wild, tinged with mania that just grew as nimble fingers flew across the screen.

“Alright, ok,” Olivia mumbles under her breath, before looking back and stepping up, “I’ll get some samples later, I just want to see if this works..”

Lucielle kept a gentle hand on the edge of the glassy desk, nails clinking against it. She raises a brow and is about to speak before Olivia holds out the machine, a few of its sensors lit up red. The one time she hasn’t stared at Lucielle was now as she watched the screen. The mutant gives her a skeptical glance, slate blue eyes flicking down to the notepad she practically scribbles on.

“Operational…” Is the only word she can make out, but her scrutiny is stopped when the small light flicks green and the back screen brightens. Olivia’s quick writing swirled to a stop, Lucielle could’ve sworn she saw the exact moment Olivia’s smile grew, how those hazel eyes shimmered with golden joy.

“X-Gene detected!” She exclaimed, “I knew it! We had some older DNA samples from other mutants, they didn’t really want me to keep them. So I had to let them go after the first tests- But this- This is phenomenal!”

As she spoke, Olivia draped her arm over Lucielle’s shoulder, dragging her closer to shove the screen to her chest. It read just as she said, with some more statistics that the selkie couldn’t care much less about. She was too concerned at the proximity, her hands coming up before she freezes entirely.

“It- It worked, great… But how do you know it’ll succeed long distance?” Maybe this would get Olivia off her side.

But it didn’t, the doctor turned her head a little, sharp roman nose just barely brushing the shorter woman’s thick bangs. “Trust me,” Her smile stretched before she continued, “This baby works up to a half mile radius! It sends its data right back to security.”

Lucielle almost jumped at the more sudden motions, a tight squeeze, quick glances, the way the doctor’s hand almost shook with her delight. She felt accomplished, almost proud that her basic participation could bring about such joy. But that warm feeling in her heart did nothing to erase the sense of social anxiety she was caged in.

“Great! That’s great,” The mutant says with a nervous chuckle. Olivia must’ve noticed that worry, but she didn’t play into it like she usually would- Rather, she let go and pushed Lucielle away with a flourish before leaning over her desk to scrawl down a few more notes.

“It’s more than great, it’s exceptional.” She laughed, her glasses sliding down her nose before she lifted her head once more. The mutant only caught her next chance to eye the notes when Olivia turned to discard the device on one of the long counters lining the office wall. Olivia’s lab coat had do be at least one size too big, as it billowed to her ankles and spun just as she did; even the sleeves seemed too large, they had to be rolled up to her scraped elbows. She didn’t worry about what the scientist was getting, she wasn’t sure why, but she took a quick peek at the clipboard instead.

That was not what she was expecting.

Olivia rattled on about the device’s intricacies, Lucielle would probably have to ask again later if she wanted to stay on the scientist’s good side. But she was too focused on the lined paper, and the rushed round sketch of what looked to be a seal. If anything, a child could do better, but it was scrawled out in a matter of seconds when she wasn’t looking.

“Like this,” A little note in blue lies below it, an arrow pointing up to the seal in the corner. It was right above a small section of notes on her appearance, something she didn’t expect to be all that important in the long term.

“Thankfully, since the machine is operational, I can just tweak some last pieces before pitching,” Olivia rounds out her speech, unaware of her volunteer’s lack of attention, “So now, I just want to be polite, but you still agreed to a few DNA samples-“

Lucielle snapped to attention, hair puffing up at her shoulders and heart skipping as she whisked around to face forward. “Oh!” She exclaimed, the loudest she’d been their whole meeting. Although, she does catch herself and soften her tone, “Yes, yes, I agreed..”

Olivia was almost scared to prolong this, so, she kept busy. She snipped off a few strands of Lucielle’s hair with the precision of a barber, pricked her left index finger with all the swiftness of a thief, but when she decided to do a swab for saliva last, she hesitated.

The two women had been practically silent for the most part, Olivia only cut through it to announce what she was doing so she wouldn’t scare the mutant. But now, as she stands just barely taller than Lucielle, hand just above that soft jawline, she felt herself pause.

“Just a subject.” Olivia reminded herself, feeling a spark of electricity set off in the harness on her back.

“Just do this, and you’ll never have to see her again.” Another small flicker, this time jolting right up through her spine. She couldn’t help but feel her brows furrow, battling her thoughts about this volunteer. She couldn’t find her pretty, right? There was that sense of warmth coming from the mutant, the way her form moved like the sea, the way those eyes glimmered like sunlight beaming through waves.

“Alright, could you open your mouth real quick? I juust need to get these samples,” Olivia directed, forcing herself out of her thoughts as she waves the stick of a cotton swab. She was so used to dealing with more unsavory sides of her work, she felt her face fall slack when the mutant actually complied. To stop herself from staring at those almost serrated canine teeth, she finally holds her left hand to Lucielle’s jaw and swipes the inner side of her cheek for a sample.

As quickly as she began, she spun back around, swallowing her pride. She’s cursing to herself, why didn’t she play into Lucielle’s earlier worry? Why didn’t she toy with her, just as she had with the others? Something compelled her not to, but for the sake of her work, she wanted to push that down.

“There,” Olivia packs away the samples into their own sterile containers, before turning her head to the side. Lucielle had stepped back, hand right where Olivia had held her face. The doctor could’ve sworn she saw a hint of blush crawling in front of those freckles. “That’s all I needed, actually..”

Lucielle’s eyes darted to a clock above the door, it had been less than a half hour, she came so early that just now was the planned time. Her hands clench at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she seethed in embarrassment. Neither of them could talk to each other, at least not yet.

Olivia tapped her hands on the countertop, watching and waiting as Lucielle turned to grab her bag. When she did, Olivia pounced.

“Actually!” She said suddenly, trying to bring that unhinged glee back into her tone. After a moment, however, she figured it was no use and calmed herself down. “I was wondering if you could come in next week as well- You can plan a proper appointment at the front desk, I don’t do much on Thursdays anyways, but you were a wonderful student at Xavier’s and I’d love nothing more than your input every now and then.”

Lucielle’s eyes widened, for the first time during their meeting she actually went silent out of shock, not embarrassment.

“I was… I was actually considering asking you that,” She answered kindly, before clearing her throat, “I’d love to- Is the same time alright?”

Olivia felt her right hand tighten around one of the sample cases, nearly causing it to rip. She smiled, not her usual cunning sneer, or the sharp grin she had when she discovered something, but a softer smile. With a small breath, she nodded, eyes low.

“Sure, of course.. Feel free to come early if you’d like, too.”