#OC: Scott

[aquamarine-the-kitty]

gone fishing :P

[ssecond-hand-faith]

Emo Bully! Friends design made me really wanna pair him with my own emo boy lol

Friend belongs to @stnaf-vn

[tthevoic3s]

From Blood Births Life and Death - Chapter 7

Someone

word count: 2,111

MASTERPOST

It only took one fraction of a second for Maya to step inside the barrier before finding herself right at the center of multiple sight lights, with red laser dots scattered on all her body.

As she felt the first soldier scream, she thought - Here we go.

She braced herself and slowly raised both hands to resemble innocence, yet a grin was still tugging at her lips. Not that it was a situation to laugh about, since she’d been overthinking it during the whole night - but seeing all those soldiers - Higgs’ bots, as she liked to call them - focused on her, made her ego inflate more than a bit.

“Maya Strauss, on the ground, NOW!”

She knelt down, following the shouting soldier’s instructions. Hearing her last name being exclaimed in such a situation made her feel like, for once, she had accomplished her mission. While the night before she thought she was only a random teenage girl roleplaying as a rebel, now she truly felt like her father’s daughter. She might have failed once, but it was only the start, at least in her mind.

Even Maya herself was surprised by her sudden change of mind: from fear to pride, pride that persisted - no, that was born - despite the initial failure. The grin remained etched on her face as she was quickly handcuffed by one of the soldiers and roughly forced into one of the military jeeps. She slightly hit her head against the car window as the jeep drifted, entering the military headquarters - the most important yet hidden part of the human colony.

-

General Higgs’ fingers drummed on the cold metal table, the only sound echoing in the room besides the crying of her mother sat behind him.

Maya looked at him in the eyes as he examined the report then tossed on the table behind. He cleared his throat, adjusting his thin sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and glared back at her, a disdainful expression on his lips.

“So, someone here likes to play the adventurer, huh?” He asked rhetorically, crossing his arms.

He scoffed, “It’s nice to see you’ve got your father’s old nice attitudes - Friedrich, what a good man. may he rest in peace” he added, mock nostalgia etched in his voice that could appear sincere to everyone in that room except Maya.

In reply to the mention of her father, she didn’t wait a moment to spit at his boots and glare at him.

“Take your name out of your goddamn mouth, you filthy-“

“Easy, easy” - Higgs interrupted, as the girl was abruptly restrained by one of the soldiers in the back. “There’s no need to be so aggressive. Come on, now the game is over, give me the documents and we can happily forget about this, shall we?”

Maya couldn’t stand the General’s mocking tone. She knew damn well he lied, a cold blooded murderer under his perfect man mask.

“Mh? So, what are you waiting for? - he asked again, dark sarcasm creeping slightly in his tone. - Do you think your.. new friend, if we can call it that, will come and clutch you again? Tsk.”

Well fuck.

Maya’s eyes widened, not in surprise, more in concern, her confidence fading second by second. She glanced at her mother sitting at the end of the table for a moment, who had an expression of someone who couldn’t believe the words she was hearing. She was signing some documents, her hands trembling and fumbling with the pen.

She stared at her, as if to tell her “now you’re in serious trouble, what have you done?”

“You really underestimate me, dear Maya.” Scott said, pacing around her and holding her chin up with a hand. “Come on, did you seriously think that after you clearly overstepped the barrier entering enemy territory I wouldn’t have found a way to track you down?” He shook his head in disagreement, as Maya’s bravado disappeared almost completely, leaving space to a pure, unfiltered anger.

There was no one she hated more than that man.

“So - Higgs continued - Why don’t we have a little chat about what happened, huh? Maybe you tell us about your friend, what you told him, the federal crime you committed…” he trailed off, his voice dripping with condescension, placing a chair right in front of Maya’s kneeled form.

“Leave me alone,” Maya hissed, “I have nothing to say to you.”

When he sat down, the door slid open and some other soldiers entered. Maya couldn’t face them directly, but she heard the noise of their steps against the metal floor.

“Ah, Junior. Here you are.”

Maya’s scowl deepened, her jaw tightening.

No, not Junior.

If there was one person Maya hated more than General Scott Higgs, it was his golden girl, Junior. Sadie Howard. The perfect soldier. The flawless protégé. Higgs’ shadow and lapdog all rolled into one. Sadie was everything Maya wasn’t: polished, precise, disciplined—and Maya despised her for it.

Dr. Laura Howard’s perfect offspring. Nothing less than her mother’s mirror image. Agile, quick, annoyingly pretty, and only 23 years old, yet already rising through the ranks with alarming speed. She was Higgs’ pet project, his masterpiece. The antithesis of everything Maya stood for. The prototype of the bot soldiers were turned into since her father wasn’t in charge.

Maya shot her a look of pure disdain as Sadie entered the room, her posture rigid, her boots clicking softly on the cold metal floor as she took her place beside Higgs. Sadie didn’t return the glare—her expression unreadable, worn like a poker face.

“So, I don’t believe you missed a great part of the chat with our little rebel here,” Higgs said, sarcasm dripping from every word as he gestured lazily toward Maya, who was still knelt down, handcuffed, restrained by another soldier behind her.

Sadie glanced briefly at Maya, then back to Higgs.

“You know, Maya… believe it or not, I really appreciate the fact that you’re brave,” he began, his voice mockingly kind. “Sneaking out of the colony, risking your neck, and even interacting with one of them? Incredible courage for someone your age. Wasted talent, in my opinion.”

He nudged her injured leg with the toe of his boot, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to make her wince. Higgs crouched slightly, lifting her leg higher with his foot to inspect it more closely.

Maya glared at him, her lips pressed into a thin line, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. She could feel the blood seeping slowly through the bandage Andrew had wrapped around her wound.

“Well,” he said with a sneer, standing abruptly and brushing nonexistent dust from his hands, “since apparently the cat’s got your tongue, and the documents are strangely not here, perhaps we ought to ask someone else what happened. If you know what I mean.”

Maya’s eyes widened slightly, she knew exactly what this was going to be.

Her voice finally came out, words rushed.

“Leave him out of this.”

Higgs raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? Hit a nerve, did I?” He asked, noticing her sudden change of attitude.

“He doesn’t know anything,” she said quickly, her voice as firm as she could manage despite the fear creeping into it. “He has nothing to do with this.”

Higgs laughed humorlessly. “Oh, yeah, of course. I’m sure he doesn’t,” he said mockingly. “Just an overgrown kid living his quiet life in his little village, right, totally unaware of the presence of humans despite he stumbled right upon you. And yet… somehow, I don’t believe you. Funny how that works.”

Then he turned to Sadie, gesturing at her vaguely. “Well, Junior.”

Higgs placed a hand on her shoulder, patting it roughly. “Let’s see what we can learn from our towering friend, shall we?” he said. - “I want you to inspect the place, bring me back the documents and a DNA sample of the individual she interacted with. One week will be enough for you to prepare for the mission, won’t it?”

Junior nodded, though a flicker of something - maybe hesitation, maybe fear - dripped out of her mask of stoic perfection, permitting Maya to catch a glimpse of it.

Her heart raced as Higgs moved toward the door, Sadie following closely behind. She tugged against her restraints, her mind racing.

“Fuck, stop it! Leave him out of this! It’s my fault!”

“You’re definitely not in the position to be spitting orders, Strauss.” Junior interjected, spitting her last name as if it was venom, and walked right beside her before getting out of the room, her blue eyes glaring at her.

“Smith, bring her to the cell. We’ll have lots to talk about afterwards.” Higgs commanded dismissively, gesturing towards Maya, as the said soldier brought Maya back to her feet and dragged her towards the opposite door.

She exchanged a last glance to her mother, who still sat there, unable to mutter any kind of word to her daughter.

—

As she leaned her back against the cold wall of her cell, she sighed, rubbed her eyes, trying to keep up with the change of mind she had earlier. Probably had been given by the adrenaline rush, but she really believed that she had won, for once, despite her failure. She thought back at Junior’s words.

“You’re definitely not in the position to be spitting orders, Strauss.”

Her stomach churned with disgust. How did she dare to utter something like that. She knew well that her mother had that job only because of Maya’s father’s death. Sadie Howard would be no one without him. Perfect soldier just because of her stupid last name, but she was no different from all the others, just perched in her little angle of superiority. It made Maya’s blood boil from anger.

Maya slammed her fist on the ground, her head bowing instantly as her nerves received the pain of the hit. She shook it off and cursed, then stared at the narrow walls she was confined into. Yeah, she fucked up big time, and now someone else was going to pay for it. Great.

Her mind was rushing from one thought to another, from one point of view to the other, and she genuinely started getting irritated for not having the grip on the situation. One second before, she was a failure, then she won, even if only metaphorically or in whatever fucking fancy way the optimistic side of her brain wanted to make her think.

She would have won if only everything wasn’t so unjust. Her only desire since her father died was to prove the reality and make those guilty of that injustice pay, but she still had to figure it out. Maybe she found a way to make the whole thing have sense in her mind now. Maybe she could win, but not alone. Every time, she felt so deeply, utterly alone. Fighting alone wouldn’t make any sense, her and her ideas alone wouldn’t have changed anything.

She needed someone, but since her father died, everyone seemed to be the most distant thing from that ‘someone’ she needed. Was he the only friend she could rely on. Was he her someone? It was the first time she missed him that much, in 5 whole years. Doing everything alone, even for how fun she wanted to convince herself it was, was starting to feel like a burden. But she didn’t want to feel tired, not now, not after the first time she felt actually close to success, despite all the chaos she was causing.

Fuck, what was she thinking? Ew, cringe.

She shook her head, as if she could physically send away the wave of nostalgia.

Spending that much time alone would have killed her. She needed to get out of that fucking prison cell.

She wasn’t one to have emotional crises, she rather took action all the time. If there was something she hated, and ruined her plans, was being left alone with her thoughts.

Usually she would sneak out or cause trouble, half for the fun of it and half to fill that void inside of herself. But now? In a prison cell? She didn’t seem to have a particular choice.

She just leaned back against the wall and sighed, looking at the ceiling and the flickering light hanging from it. She had to accept what would have happened next, whatever it would have taken. She would have solved it in her usual Maya-way, eventually: not giving a fuck and acting by instinct.

Not that such method had brought particular success to her, but still, she tried not to care.

[cha0s-boyy]

finishing and uploading some art of some human ocs: freddie (left) and scott (right). (both use he/him)

[ID: two cartoony digital drawings of two human characters. the character on the left is shorter and more heavy-set, and has brown skin, brown eyes, and shoulder-length curly dark brown hair. the character on the right is taller and thinner, and has fair skin, a beauty mark by his lip, dark brown eyes, and straight blond hair parted on his right. in the first image, they are visible from the shoulders up. the left character is wearing a black and white shirt with a blue button-up over top, and the right character is wearing a red shirt with a beige button-up over top. both characters are smiling, the one on the left looking at the camera and the one on the right looking at the other character. in the second image, their full bodies are visible. the left character is wearing a red and white raglan shirt with 3/4 sleeves, blue jeans, and blue sneakers with white stripes on the side. he is smiling. the right character is wearing a pale plaid button-up with the sleeves rolled up, over a white shirt with brown writing and edges on it, boot-cut blue jeans, and red sneakers. he has a neutral expression. /end ID]

[murderboisblog]

For the ask meme 😶‍🌫️

Scott 6, 9, 18, 21

Ask Game

6- What’s a song that you relate to?

9- What song would you want to get kissed to?

Why do you wanna know that? You looking to try and kiss me?

18- If you had to lose a body part, which one would you choose and why?

Can I choose a toe or something? My appendix maybe? …Did you want a part of me as a keepsake? Cause I’d be willing to consider it then.

21- How would you dispose of a body?

[qbedience]

SCOTT 'RICHARD' RYDER in MASS EFFECT: ANDROMEDA (2017)

"This is more than hope―it's proof we weren't crazy. We can fly to a whole new galaxy and still make sense of things."

[nickyroethemarinebiologist]

Silly guys doing silly things (they are experiencing the horrors)

[invisible-brandy]

OC-tober: getting ready for a formal event

Using @icannotreadcursive 's prompt list

Felix takes Scott to one of the dinners his boss hosts. It, apparently, warrants a new suit.

“The fact that you’re insisting on getting me a whole new suit for this makes me nervous,” Scott wrapped his arms around Felix, pushing his face into the crook of his neck. 

Felix didn’t even open his eyes, but put another spoonful of cereal into his mouth without spilling it all over himself. 

“Deadly aim as always,” Scott snorted, peeling himself off his boyfriend and going to pour them coffee. “Are none of the suits I have fit for this sort of dinner?” 

“Uh,” Felix managed to crack open his eyes at the smell of caffeine. “They’re nice suits. But we need something, y’know, out there.”  

“An astronaut suit?” Scott joked. Felix shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“You’ll see,” he promised.

It wasn’t an astronaut suit, but it sure was a lot. 

“I thought you meant buy and then tailor a new suit. Not have someone make one from scratch,” Scott politely hissed into Felix’s ear, linking their arms together. The amount of money Felix was casually spending on him always put him on edge.

“But Angel is really good,” Felix murmured back. “Relax your jaw before you cut someone with it, darling.” 

The woman behind the counter yawned and pushed her roughly cut bangs out of her eyes. Scott’s gaze unwittingly stopped on the scars around her eyes. 

“They’ll be down in a second,” she said, putting her elbows on the counter top. “Not a morning person,” she blinked tiredly. “Me neither.” 

“Oh, I understand,” Felix chuckled. “Thank you for fitting us in today, Seraph.” 

“No problem.” She straightened and stretched, and Scott promptly realised where he had seen her. She’s been in those old pictures Felix had in his office; the same ones he said he really needed to burn but couldn’t bring himself to. ‘Not too big of a risk’, he said about them. 

Interrupting Scott’s train of thought, a rumble came from upstairs. Seraph looked up, paused, then yelled at the top of her lungs, “Angel?” 

“Coming! Sorry!” 

The repeating ‘sorry’-s gotten louder as Angel got closer. Their hair was in complete disarray, but their long, fitted waistcoat was neatly buttoned, and the white shirt under it didn’t have a single wrinkle. 

“Hi!” Angel grinned and Scott got a feeling that he was in for a ride. 

***

Because Felix had sent some of the measurements beforehand, Angel already had the top part of the suit ready – or almost ready, like they said. Felix was waiting outside of the fitting room, while Scott was listening to Angel chat about the process of creating the design. It didn't seem like they needed much encouragement or questions, so he just paid attention. It was in all seriousness a fascinating trade. 

Angel spinned Scott around a bit after he put on the black dress shirt. Then again, with the waistcoat and jacket on. They've only put in a couple pins, muttering something entirely to themselves now. 

In Scott's opinion, the suit already fit him better than any of the ones he owned. But then again, he never had anyone make clothes specifically for him. 

"How do you feel?" Angel asked, pushing some obscured button and moving the mirror in front of him with a mechanical snap. 

"Great," Scott straightened up, taking in the sight. "The embroidery on this is amazing."

"Thanks," Angel's wrists flapped around briefly. "Do you mind if I show this off to Seraphina?" they asked, straightening up and dropping the measuring tape. "Felix said he doesn't want to spoil it for himself until it's fully ready, but-"

"Yeah!" Scott nodded. "It looks great and probably took an insane amount of work, go brag!" 

Angel tilted their head, studying Scott for a brief moment. Then, they stuck their head out into the hallway, yelling for Seraph. 

Scott huffed, amused. The decor of this house and the clothes on Angel gave off such an expensive, posh impression at first, it really fucked with Scott's brain. But now, he was slowly starting to relax. 

He turned back to the mirror, running a tip of his finger against the embroidery of the golden wyvern on the left side of the jacket. It was surrounded with swirls of flames and vines, the spiny tail of the creature curling over his sleeve. 

"Okay, okay, I'm here," Seraph pushed through the door, slamming it hard enough that the stained glass in it shook a little. "Wow," she stopped dead in her tracks, staring at Scott's suit. "Subtle much?" she laughed, turning to Angel. 

"I thought he would appreciate it," Angel shrugged. 

Scott frowned in confusion. 

“Who would?” 

“Uhh,” Seraph picked at a hole in her sleeve. In contrast with Angel, she looked even more unkempt, which strangely, made Scott trust her more. “Ask your boyfriend, I’m not qualified to answer this.” 

“Alright then,” Scott raised an eyebrow but Seraph was already out of the room. Hurriedly, she peeked back in and smiled at Angel. “Great job, bud.” 

[joldfish]

[incorrectportgatequotes]

Scott: Mental health? Bad! Scott: Emotional health? Bad! Scott: Physical health? Bad! Vardah: Hey are you feeling okay? Scott: Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

[aquamarine-the-kitty]

plants :3

[ssecond-hand-faith]

Can you all stop being so god damn TALL!?

[tthevoic3s]

From Blood Births Life and Death - Chapter 4

Epic Prank Gone Wrong: No Clickbait

Word count: 1,881

MASTERPOST

Any person with a modicum of common sense would tell you not to even attempt to do something like this.

Anyways, Maya Strauss did.

To be completely honest, she wasn’t even that sure herself to risk that much, but now that she decided it there was no turning back. At least, that’s what her stubborn mind kept telling her. A person who is sure of their ideas, sure to be in the right, 100% sure, can’t hesitate. She thought, as she sneaked past the cameras, her steps quick while she tried to disappear in the darkness of the hall.

She was personally impressed about how she managed to sneak past the curfew, showing off an innocent angel face as the soldiers checking her unit called her name. She was there, and for once she wasn’t causing trouble. At least so they thought, fools.

They even double checked, as she expected. She was one of the main targets of the soldiers because, since her father died, her favorite hobby was causing countless problems to the military.

And don’t think it was some sort of “broken traumatized child has an unhealthy coping mechanism”. Hell no. She was doing it on purpose. She was sure as hell that her father hadn’t “died” on a mission.

Her father, nobody less than the leader in charge of the project, was openly opposing the colonialist propaganda of some of the highest military officers. What a strange coincidence he unfortunately died some weeks after the referendum to decide if, or if not, to conquer the land humans were already exploiting without the consent, nor even the knowledge of its rightful inhabitants.

And now, while her father was six feet under and the military leaders were planning god knows what atrocity against any moral law, Maya wanted to prove his father was actually assassinated. That his death wasn’t a pure casualty, and she wanted the guilty ones to pay for the crime.

Fuck ‘great America’, freedom, economy, the indomitable human spirit or whatever the fuck the new leaders were indoctrinating people with. She wanted justice.

Now, the step between wanting a thing and actually acquiring it is huge.

And maybe for Maya, that step was longer than her leg. But she knew how to handle the situation: like she always did, the solution was not giving a fuck about the risks and go on as her stubborness suggested her. Too bad, because Maya would have taken 1000 more equally long steps to obtain what she wanted.

As an example, returning to the night before the disaster, maybe sneaking into one of the archives and stealing documents about her father’s presumed last mission, maybe was slightly hazardous. And, nonetheless, it would have gone against rules number 1 and 2.

But, as we said before, Maya Strauss couldn’t give a flying fuck about the risks.

Yep, totally the same thing she thought as she heard voices and steps echoing in the nearby hall. Okay, maybe all this nonchalance might have led to her miscalculating something, but not anything irreparable, right? Right?

Maya sat down quickly, hiding with her back pressed against one of the archive drawers.The metal was cold against her skin, and she tried to remain as silent as possible while hoping the patrolling guards would just go away.

“Camera 4 reported movement in the hall, you two go check in the archive”

She cursed under her breath as she heard the soldier’s voice, clenching her fists around the thin document folder she didn't even have the time to read. A drip of sweat rolled down her forehead as she cautiously ravaged in her backpack to find “plan B”. And by plan B, she meant a molotov bomb she prepared, you know, just in case. You could say she was quite… a resourceful young lady.

She peeked from behind the drawer chest and scanned the area. She just needed to wait until the soldier opened the door…

and took a step inside…

and then, just…

CRASH

As fire spread quickly on the ground creating a safe barrier - yet precariously momentary - she ran to the nearest source of freedom she could take sight of: the window. She catapulted herself outside - maybe not the smartest move but she was at the first floor anyways. She fell on the grass with a soft thud, rolling on her elbows to cushion the impact with the ground, the confused shouts of the soldiers still hearable in the distance. She shoved the scattered documents in her bag and stood up instantly, her knees still shaking for the adrenaline. It didn’t take long for her to hear the hurried steps of soldiers running outside.

Plan A: Failed, but not completely. She still had the documents.

Plan B: Fired.

Plan C: Ther was no plan C. Well, it was now clear that her plan C was to START RUNNING, for fuck’s sake!

“Hey! You! Hands up, stay still!”

Seriously - Maya thought - did that soldier really think he could obtain any kind of obedience, even the slightest, from the same girl who had just thrown him and his squad a molotov bomb and launched herself off the window. If the situation hadn’t been that serious, she would have made fun of them. But now, every inch of her body was focusing on darting the fuck away from there, jumping off the iron railing and running right into the forest.

And by this, she broke rule number 3.

What a great night ! Building up whatever the female equivalent to dad lore was. Mom lore didn't sound good.

She ran and ran through the dense underbrush, the trees seeming impossibly tall above her. She clutched her hand around her bag, trying to protect the precious documents while she crouched and jumped, trying to get away from the chasing squad of soldiers.

Them, on the other hand, seemed to be more hesitant. Getting Maya back to the colony was an absolute priority, possibly along with arresting her, but she knew what she was doing and this put them in huge pressure.

She knew that she was trying to reach the edge of the forest, which led to the giant village humans shouldn’t have ever approached. The golden rule, remember?

Thus, she headed right there. It was reckless, for sure, but she wasn’t scared, at least, she didn’t feel like it. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or the rational fact that it was late night and the possibilities of getting seen were almost none.

The soldiers weren’t so calm about it.

“Shall we call backup?!” One of them shouted to the other two, holding the walkie talkie in his belt, ready to snatch it and use it.

“Shut up Thompson, our priority is to not let her enter the darn village! If she does, we’re fucked, so run!”

The way was uneven and the chase was challenging, since, despite her young age, Maya was way more able to move swiftly through the dense underbrush, leaving the soldiers behind.

The younger soldier who asked the previous question - Thompson - gritted his teeth and kept running alongside the other two, as the faint lights of the village were starting to be visible in the distance.

“Fuck..”

Without a second thought, Thompson grabbed his rifle, holding it firmly with both hands.

”No! What are you doing!?-“

BOOM

and he fired.

The other soldiers watched as Maya’s distant figure staggered, still trying to run away before hitting the ground. The bullet hit and perforated her right leg, leaving her now unable to run. Great aim for a young recruit, Thompson.

The echo of the shot resonated loudly through the forest, definitely shattering the calm silence that embraced it. And it wasn’t the only noise.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” One of the senior soldiers shouted, violently snatching the weapon from the younger’s hands, making him fall to the ground.

“Are you crazy!? You know we can’t shoot outside the barrier without an explicit consent!”

Thompson stayed on the ground, his arms slightly trembling as he looked up at his companion. “B-But she was about to get in the-”

“DOES IT MATTER? BECAUSE SHE HAD ALREADY CROSSED THE LINE WHEN YOU - he clenched his fists around the younger soldier’s uniform - WHEN YOU, STUPID PIECE OF SHIT, FIRED!” He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead. “If someone… if one of them heard you…”

The third soldier, who had stayed silent so long, interrupted. “She’s there, she’s already dead for us. Now, let’s get back to the headquarters and report this shit to the General. ”

The other two stared at him in almost shock, Thompson still sitting on the ground.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up.”

The older soldier threw the rifle back to the young recruit, who clutched it hesitatingly and finally got up, following his companions through the uneven path of the forest.

And Maya, who, despite her wound, managed to get to the nearest path, laid there, feeling her consciousness slip away second by second.

—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

As the three soldiers finally reached the headquarters again, it had started raining. They exchanged a glance before surpassing the security section, heading directly to the main hall, where, not so unexpectedly, the General was waiting for them.

He was leaning against a metal table, his broad arms crossed and a stern expression that only accentuated his already sharp features.

“General Higgs-”

“Where’s Maya Strauss?” He cut off abruptly, this not unexpected too, since Scott Higgs was known for everything except for being kind nor patient towards his subordinates.

His icy eyes focused on the three soldiers standing before him, his brow furrowing as he scanned their silhouettes.

“So, Smith? Are you gonna answer me or…?” His tone became sharper and even more impatient as the senior soldier - now we know his name - straightened his posture and searched for the slightest flicker of composure to face him.

Smith finally found the courage to look Higgs in the eyes, and replied, even slightly stuttering.

“She’s.. with the highest probability.. dead, sir.”

“With the highest probability, hm?” Scott raised his eyebrow in suspicion, his glare sharpening. “This means she crossed the barrier, right, Smith?”

“Yes, sir.” He nodded, now bowing his head.

Scott sighed sternly, almost holding back a grin. Shaking his head, he reached for an empty folder placed on the desk, while his fingers drummed on the surface rhythmically and ominously.

“And what about the documents Strauss stole, huh? Did you get them before she… “died”, right?” he asked, his tone dripping with dark sarcasm.

The silence that followed was a reply itself, at least for general Higgs.

He grinned, slamming his hand on the desk, the sound echoing in the whole room.

“I want the whole area from here to the border completely patrolled. - he shouted. - Day and night, until you find signs of that pest, whether alive or dead. I look forward to seeing back here, rotting in jail, as soon as possible. And I want those documents back.”

Before heading out the main hall, he glanced back at the three soldiers.

“Oh, and go call Junior. With the… how did you say, Smith… highest probabilities, there will be a task for her.”

And with that, Scott Higgs disappeared, shutting the door behind him.

[fuzzycatsblog]

Kurt has to use both hands to make that gang hand gesture🥺🤟🏼

[murderboisblog]

On a scale from 1 through 10; how horny are your OCs that are interested in doing the nasty with MC?

(with 1 being no thanks and 10 being very much yes)

Alex: Repressed 8

Daffodil: 4 normally, 8 during heat

Scott: 6 (10 if he manages to get Starlight to date him)

Georgie: 3 normally, 10 during heat

Catskull: 4-5 ish

Mr. Mask: 6, the mask stays on during

Ben: 2

Kitten: 30

[lady-nuggetz]

What X Men Autism does to a motherfucker.

This started as just a joke and then I had to find shitty doodles to draw everyone as.

Also I know no one knows the character in the right hand corner, say hi to my oc Haunter/Serenity everyone :3!!! OC X CANON STRIKES AGAIN.