#RCS Gear

[sheila--e]

You know how people who make no stand aus of JoJo transform the stands into like, animals or whatever. Well I think in that case Spice Girl is just Trish's older rebellious girlfriend with a buzz who got kicked out of school after beating someone unconscious with a pipe.

[golden-gear-guy]

things have been kind of crazy outside, but i’ve been stuck in the house trying to fix up this beauty. name’s Zoë ⚡️

lets just say she had an.. accident.. guy hit her with his car, realized it, then drove over her in reverse too.. been slowly replacing all the parts.

and in case you see this, i got your license plate. come around here again mr ASS420 and you’ll regret it

[ivomartins]

honestly what's disappointing to me about cy2 is simply the fact that it's another new book that i know won't immediately hook me or keep me excited for every new update like psi or hell or high water did when they came out, especially because it's been this way for several updates now. like there was a time where we could always count on new books being interesting and exciting but now it's just like oh... another one...

[rex101111]

Last Horizon is genuinely fucking insane if you can hit it. Like I was fighting a Potemkin who still had like, 2 thirds health left, decided "oh why the hell not" and figured at the very least i'll have a major advantage. so, 2HS>236236HS aaaand...dead. Gone. Round win. I hope the Potemkin I fought doesn't feel too robbed because I felt like a fucking thief. I audibly stood up and shouted "BULLSHIT NO WAY THAT KILLS" but it does. that is such a fucking mind game, sure maybe that Slayer you're fighting is saving up tension for some escapes or combos...or maybe he's waiting for you to press a single button out of place so he can just win.

[realheroeswearhats]

Episode one visuals

and the background icons before inverted

I think my biggest takeaway from this is to have mostly dark greys if I want to do this again, like the Girlz memory token is the best example, and Amy & Tails' heads are the worst

[doedipus]

in my bones I know that there must be a giovanna combo route that uses a whiffed divekick super as a fastfall to pick up after a jh jd string or something, but getting the physics and hitboxes to cooperate feels like a nonstarter

[tmerctoys]

/startrc-dji-mavic-air-2s-foldable-extended-landing-gear-rc-plane/

[onlyhappyvibes]

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 | 𝐏.𝐒𝐇 ♡

Day Nine - Bike sex

【Synopsis】 : You were his girl, and he can take you wherever and whenever he wants.

『Word count』 : 2.78k

-> Genre: Smut. College au.

Pairing: FratBoy!Seonghwa x Choi!Reader

[Warnings] : Pet names (baby, princess, baby, good girl). Swearing. Spanking. Public-sex. Begging. Dirty talk. Unprotected sex. A little crying. Edging with a bike? Allusion of past sexual stuff with Mingi. Please do not drive a motorbike without the proper gear. It's dangerous, and you can get hurt more without it. Being safe is sexy. Be sexy my friends.

Note: Finally, Seonghwa's part of this little collection, hehe. I promise you'll be getting another part with both mingi and hwa together, but for now. Thank you, everyone who asked for more of this story, i hope you enjoy it, hehe. ♡♡

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You had woken up to the coldness of your room and an empty feeling inside. Mingi had left you to sleep after the ordeal you both went through, and you had fallen into slumber against his chest. A part of you wished he stayed. Waited for you to wake, but you understood why he left. If your brother were to find you in such a position with Mingi, the poor giant would have died right then and there. You decided it was best to push the disappointment aside for now and focus on your packing instead. Lucky for you, Mingi’s little game actually seemingly helped you, so you no longer needed to study. Taping the last box shut, you felt a sense of pride, having done all the packing all yourself without help.

“Hey, darling.” You heard Seonghwa’s voice behind you, seeing he was leaning against the door frame. His arms were crossed tightly around his chest, showing off the defined muscles on his forearms. He had just come back from the gym, most likely, seeing there was a sheen of sweat coating his whole body and bits of his fringe sticking to his forehead.

“Oh H-hi, Hwa.” You stood up from your crouched position, dusting off your knees as you stretched a little. His eyes raked cheekily over our form, his tongue poking out to lick over his plump lips.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to stand comfortably…” His voice was so low and deep you almost didn’t catch what he said, “You know, since of what Mingi put you through.” Your face reddened at the thought. Of course, Mingi told him it wasn’t like it was a secret to each other that you fancied both of them. But you couldn't help but wonder how the conversation went. Did Seonghwa ask for details, or is Mingi a do-not kiss-and-tell type of guy? You could feel your head spin at all the possible ideas, “Hey earth to princess? Are you reliving the feeling, or has Mingi just simply dumbed your pretty brain?”

Seonghwa’s words were almost mocking, but there was a hint of cheeky behind them. You shook your head before crossing your arms, your nose crunched up with a pout making Seonghwa’s smile grow wider. “How about instead of asking me a bunch of questions. You help me take these boxes to my car.”

“Hmm.” He pretended to think for a moment, scratching his chin. You just scoffed, picking up a plushie that was sitting in one of the last opened boxes and threw it at him, making him shout. “Ow! Okay okay.” His laugh echoed as he put his hands up in defeat. “But this means you have to come to the party tonight.”

“What party?” Your ears perked at the idea of a social gathering. Normally you would prefer to spend your evenings inside the comfort of your own place but a party at the end of the year that most definitely involves your brother's frat house always seemed to be lively and enjoyable.

“Just a goodbye party for some of the boys. Since they graduate this year. You need to come.” Seonghwa stepped closer, his body heat pooling in your personal space, “It’ll be a lot of fun.”

“O-okay.” You nodded your head slowly, tensing as you felt his hand glide up your arm. Your mind couldn’t help but flash back to the night you spent with him and Mingi. The feeling of them on you. Everything about them. Seonghwa bent down in front of you, picking up two boxes as if they weighed nothing before giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“You should wear that cute black dress you wore to Yunho’s birthday. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten so hard before until I saw you in that.” He left you with empty lungs as it felt like he had walked out with the air in his pocket. These men were going to kill you, that you knew for certain.

-

After Seonghwa helped you pack the car as if he hadn’t spoken filth prior, he bid you goodbye before heading off upstairs to get himself ready for the evening. You only had the furniture left to take to your apartment. Which your brother was kindly going to force his other friends to help him bring on the weekend. So after you placed your last box on the back seat, you were ready to hit the road.

You didn't live far from San’s place, estimate of a ten-minute car ride. Your nerves slowly lessen as you get close to your new place, seeing it just on the horizon. It was small but cute, that's for sure, and once you finally start to unpack, the more homie it'll begin to feel.

"Yeah, I know I won't be late." You called through your phone that was sitting on the edge sink while you were finishing up your makeup.

"Yeah, you say that every time. Oh and hey! I've also sent Seonghwa to pick you up so you can have some drinks with us, just by the way." You could hear the eye roll in your brother's voice. But it was the sound of Seonghwa's name that sent shivers down your spine. You quickly said goodbye before hanging up after that, finishing up and getting ready. It wasn't until you heard your doorbell that you rushed to the door eagerly.

"Hey Princess," Seonghwa was leaning against his bike, his arm crossed in front of his large chest. His leather jacket tightened around his muscular arms, letting you see the definition of his biceps.

“Hey, Hwa.” You gave him a cheeky smile before turning to lock your door. Seonghwa took this moment to take a good look at your ass, seeing the way your dress moves with your curves. God, he would give anything to just take you inside, bend you over the first available counter and fuck you until you see stars. He wanted nothing more than to forget about the party, but alas he knew San was counting the minutes until his and your presence. “Ready to go?”

Your sweet voice snapped him out of his thoughts, noticing you were right in front of him looking up curiously. He scanned your outfit taking a peek down the top of it, seeing your plump breasts and the outline of your bra. It was the dress he asked you to wear, but you were wearing stockings to protect your legs from the cold and your cute little shall that sat on your shoulders perfectly to match. You looked like the cutest gift, ready for him to open up. “Well, first we need you to be a little safe baby.”

He took his leather jacket off, throwing it over your frame. He helped zip it up until it was secure. Then he gently assisted in putting his spare helmet on your head before clipping the straps under your chin. You give him a nod and a little thumbs up making his heart flutter. He put the rest of his gear on, not forgetting yours and his gloves before he pointed at the seat of the bike, signalling you to get on first. This wasn't your first time on a bike, given San and his other friends all rode as well. But this was your first time on Seonghwa’s bike. His hand never left yours until you were secure and then he jumped on. He reached behind him and tugged you closer, pulling you flush against his back. With your arms tightly around his waist, and head resting on him, he knew you were ready for his takeoff.

The drive felt like forever. The warmth of Seonghwa’s body caused you to overheat. The closeness you were to him. It felt like years since you’ve held him, touched him since that first night. Your head was spinning, and you couldn’t help but shift in the seat. That was until Seonghwa revved the engine, the vibration suddenly hitting your sensitive core. You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling. And then he did it again while turning a sharp corner. ‘S-seonghwa…’

You called for him even though you knew he wouldn’t be able to hear you. Your eyes were screwed shut, your fingers laced tightly into his shirt. Your hips moved without your control, bucking into Hwa without a second thought. You were lost in your own world, but Seonghwa, on the other hand, could feel your stiffness behind him. The way you hugged him. The way your thrusts almost threw him off. He revved the engine once again, feeling your body shake behind him.

He knew what he was doing.

And he was living for the idea of you getting off from his bike. The power he held over your body caused his ego to grow. He spotted the frat house, seeing people already gathered at the front. But with a quick decision, he turned the wrong corner going down a dark alley, leading to a dirt road that followed into the woods beyond campus. You didn't even notice he took the wrong turn until he stopped the bike on the side of the path in the middle of nowhere.

You looked around confused, watching Seonghwa get off the bike in one swift motion. He lifted his visor, letting you see his dark expression. His hand came up to your view doing a 'come here' motion. You slipped off the bike until you were standing almost flushed against him. He grabs your helmet before you can try and protest, you hear a click on the side before all of a sudden a small ding sound spilled from the speaker around your head. He had turned the intercoms on with the operation panel on the side of your helmet. He did the same to his, and within the next second, you could hear him perfectly, but what he said was not what you expected.

"Bend over the bike." His voice was rough, wild. He feels like he has gone wild with the idea of being inside you. You obeyed without a fight, leaning over the seat of the bike, your ass in perfect view for Seonghwa. "Good girl."

Hearing him in your ear so closely without feeling his touch made your mind dizzy, sensing he was lingering behind you, but he did not make contact. No, not yet. He wanted to savour this sight. His girl bent over his bike in his favourite dress, his jacket and eagerly waiting to be fucked by him. He couldn't ask for a better view. He needed to capture this moment, pulling out his phone from his pocket. He snapped a few photos to show Mingi later. "Look at you patiently waiting to be touched. You are certainly an obedient thing, aren't ya? Listen so well."

"Yes. I am. P-please Hwa." You shook your ass, enticing him to continue. And who was he to deny such a pretty thing. Finally grabbing the plump flesh of your cheeks, he tugged you against his clothed erection. He pulled back before slamming his hips into you over and over. Even though you were both fully dressed there was something about him thrusting against you without penetration that got your cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

"Fuck, darling. I still don't understand how Mingi managed to not fuck you. You're such a good thing. You deserve to be rewarded." He mocks you almost, giving your right cheek a light slap. You choked out a whine, your gloved hands digging into the leather of the seat.

"He left me all alone. I needed him. But he wasn't there." You cried, words spilling out before your brain could catch up. You had been frustrated all day, and it was Mingi's and Seonghwa's fault. From the lesson Mingi gave you and Seonghwa's filthy mouth. You've been leaking like crazy.

"Awe, poor thing..." he soothed you, lifting your dress up to reveal your stocking-covered ass. Seeing through the sheer fabric, he spotted you wearing small lacy panties. "Don't worry, I'll look after you."

You were about to question him on his sudden demeanour change in his voice but then you felt his fingers press against your cover cunt, snatching some of the fabric before a loud rip echoed through the trees. He ripped a hole in your stockings, gifting him access to slide your panties to the side revealing your aching pussy. The cold air hit your cunt in a bite, making you gasp at the feeling. He couldn't help but chuckle at the way your cunt clenched. You were already dripping, having soaked through your panties.

"I'd hold on tight if I was you." Was all Seonghwa said before you heard a zipper followed by a clunk of heavy clothing hitting the floor. You braced yourself, feeling Seonghwa's tip brush against your folds. This was what you've been wanting ever since that night. To be fucked by one of them. Mingi had given you a taste, and now you were desperate for the real thing.

"Please fuck me Seonghwa. I need it so bad." You cried, your voice muffled with your face being squished against the inside of your helmet. Seonghwa revelled in the sounds of your begs through his speakers. It was like his own personal music. The song of you. And as much as he wanted to keep his teasing, he had grown more desperately than he thought, and time was also running out. So he sunk into your cunt in one swift motion, making you take every inch without prep. If you weren't already soaked, the pain might have been unbearable, but in this instance, you brought on the pain, moaning at the sting that shook down your legs.

"Fuck you're so tight. Are you sure Mingi even put his dick in you? Nnargh..." he snapped his hips quickly, thrusting at a fast, harsh and ruthless pace. You screamed, tears trickling down your face, most likely ruining your makeup. But you didn't care about it at this moment. No, all you care about is the feeling of Seonghwa jackhammering deep inside you.

Your left hand moved quickly to your covered clit, pressing down on the little bud. Your hips move out of rhythm with Hwa giving you both more friction. The forest became filled with sounds of slapping skin, pants, and screams. You could hear Seonghwa's little grunts surrounding you, tipping you over the edge. "S-seong, ahh. I'm coming! Please fuck."

"That's it, come baby. Let me feel you cream on my cock. Fuck nngh. I'm gonna breed this fucking pussy. Come on, bunny. Let me have it." Filth spilled from Seonghwa's mouth as he lost control, his hips stuttering, feeling you come tightly around him, making him bust his load deep inside you right then and there. His hips fumbled until he stilled completely. His pelvis flushed against you, plugging your hole nicely. You don't know how long you stayed like that, but the blissfulness of him being inside you. The sounds of heavy breathing and the heavy beat of your heart rates calmed both of you. You were both content.

"Do we still have to go to the party?" You groaned, sitting up slightly. Seonghwa finally pulled out of you, watching his cum spill onto the dirt road making him groan.

"I think San would kill both of us if we didn't show." Seonghwa dressed himself before unzipping his bag, taking out his first aid kit that had paper towels inside. You sigh as you let him clean you up, knowing he is right with his words. San would definitely find it strange that neither of you showed. After he was done the best he could, you stood up, turning to face him.

"Did you have to rip a hole in them?" You patted your dress down with a huff, adjusting the leather jacket still tightly on you. Seonghwa just chuckled, helping you back onto the bike before taking a seat himself.

"Of course. Easy access darling."

- ♡

[meiluu]

Sleepy

Leon S. Kennedy NSFW one-shot

Leon S. Kennedy / Reader(AFAB) cw: soft morning SMUT 18+ MDNI, re:2 leon, no RC event.

*not edited

Quietly closing the door behind him, Leon breathes a sigh of relief. It was another late night patrol with the R.P.D, even though Leon was exhausted he would never grow tired of his job. Since he was orphaned at a young age he dreamed about becoming someone who could protect those who couldn't protect themselves, and he was able to do that with his job. Although he had only joined the force a year ago he has made his impact not only that but has made many friends along the way. And that included you.

Leon was still within his first week when he met you, cliché enough you both had bumped into one another. Leon had stupidly not been paying attention and had spilt his morning coffee all over you. And thankfully you hadn't beaten him for ruining what looked like a beautiful sun-dress. But Leon just couldn't let you walk away without repaying you, so that's when he had offered to get lunch sometime and by a miracle you accepted. And from there a relationship blossomed. You had become a rock, a pillar of reliability and comfort, something Leon had never had within his life. And now a year later your relationship has bloomed into a beautiful garden.

Gently taking off his boots, setting them aside next to your shoes he makes his way into the living room as he lays down his bag along with his belt and the rest of his gear. Then he's making his way to your shared bedroom. Leon's heart swells at the sight of you bundled up in the thick comforter, face snuggled into his pillow. A soft smile painting his face, stealthily Leon showers and readies himself for bed- happy that he's off for tomorrow and can sleep in with you. Reaching the bed, he pulls up the comforter cuddling himself around you. A sleepy sound leaves your lips, "Leon?" voice thick with sleep you turn towards his chest. "Hi baby, go back to sleep." whispering to you as he pulls you closer to him, relishing in your warmth. A soft 'I love you' is mumbled into his chest before you fall back asleep, "I love you too." placing a kiss atop your head Leon buries himself in your scent and is soon pulled under into a dreamless sleep.

The morning rays of the sun stream into the bedroom, a groan leaves Leon at being awakened. Turning away from the window he snuggles himself further into your chest. But before he can fall back asleep your voice is ringing through his mind. "Good morning grumpy." Leon lets out a grunt at your teasing, a soft laugh bubbles up from your chest at his antics. Hoping to better his mood you begin to place kisses upon his face. Starting at his messy bed head you trail your way down his face, past his furrowed brows, placing a light kiss atop his nose as you continue downwards not so subtly avoiding his pink lips that are just begging to be kissed. Voice a bit husky with sleep calls out your name, "Don't tease- it's too early." With a cheeky smile you continue your teasing, now your kisses have past his sharp jawline and are now mapping out the delicate skin of his neck. A familiar sound of pleasure tumbles from Leon's lips and not a moment later are you rolled onto your back, hands pinned beside your head. Leon has a smug smile painted upon his face, "You should know better baby, if you're not careful we’ll be in bed all day." A mischievous smile tugs at your cheeks, raising a brow "would that be such a bad thing?" Leon's lovely laugh fills the air around you both, and you can't help the genuine smile that takes up your face. Leaning down Leon finally gets what he has been deprived of, the feel of your lips against his has him shutting his eyes in relief.

It starts off slow and measured, Leon removes his hands from your wrists as he begins to caress your curves as he travels down to the hem of your-his- shirt. his warm and slightly calloused hands mapping out every inch of you. Mouths locked in a dance, taking the lead you nip at his plump bottom lip, and Leon gives into your request allowing your tongues to meet one another. Your hands are quick to crawl up his bare shoulders rising to his blond locks, carding your fingers through the soft strands. Taking your dance further, Leon's moving his lips down to your neck placing open mouth kisses upon your skin- relishing in your natural scent that does nothing to curb his want for you. With his mouth littering kisses his hands are massaging the swells of your breasts, your whimpers of pleasure reaches Leon's ears. Reaching the collar of your- his-shirt he takes a moment to look up at you, giving you the opportunity to stop this if you didn't want to go further. And Leon is met with your lust filled gaze, "Please, Leon." and that's all it takes for Leon to quickly remove the offending fabric from you body, finally Leon can now continue where he left off.

Mouth marking your skin, creating a beautiful constellation of hickeys across your skin. Then he's pulling the hard bud of your right breast into his warm mouth. Tongue swirling around the bud, a moan is quick to fall from your lips as your fingers tug on Leon's hair, eliciting a groan from him, mind and body buzzing with pleasure. After he's satisfied in his worship of your right breast he is moving onto the other breast- not wanting to leave it out of his loving devotion to your body. Giving it the same treatment as the other, with every swirl and flick of his tongue sending jolts of arousal to your core- no doubt dampening your panties. Once he finishes Leon is soon to move downwards, mouth lighting a fiery trail of pleasure down your stomach- past your navel, only stopping at the hem of your panties. His fingers are quick to remove the fabric just as fast as the shirt- eyes blown wide in a mix of lust and adoration his gaze locks with yours. Once again silently asking if he can continue, "Leon if you don't fuck me- I'll do it myself." voice filled with lust and frustration. "Yes ma'am." who was he to deny you? Whenever you asked-begged or made so much as an inkling that you wanted something Leon was quick to fill that, the same way you did for him. He was so in love you, and he planned on making sure you remembered that- always, even with the late night patrols or having to reschedule plans with his job he always made every moment with you count and this was no exception.

Raising his head level with yours, he's taking one of his hands dragging it down to your center. Fingers meeting your arousal, a throaty groan leaves Leon at the feeling, you were so wet for him. Slipping two fingers into you easily, your warm walls are quick to clamp down upon him. Pushing in until his fingers were completely within you, does he then finally start his movements. Deep but measured thrusts of his fingers in and out of your cunt has your whimpering in ecstasy. Taking his other hand, bringing it down to your bundle of nerves, putting just the right amount of pressure and swirling your clit underneath his fore and middle finger. Your moans are a beautiful melody that he'll never grow tired of listening to. Your cunt is soon to grip his fingers in a vice like grip, as you near your impending climax. "Fuck- cum on my fingers, please baby." Leon's voice is a needy whimper filled with lust and its sending you off that cliff straight into your orgasm. As your mind blanks with your orgasm, you are soon brought back down to earth as Leon's cooing words of encouragement and love begin to register within your mind.

"So good, that's it baby." Gently removing his fingers from your cunt he is bringing his wet digits up to mouth, letting himself taste the unmistakable flavor that is you. Leon is quick to remove his clothing- luckily it was only one piece of fabric, throwing his underwear to the side his cock now free. A sigh of relief falls from his pink lips, cock hard and aching to be within you. Precum has already smeared the tip of him no doubt leaving a wet patch upon his clothing- but Leon couldn't care less about that right now. Bringing his length to your core, taking a moment to grind his length into your arousal, wetting his cock. Though he is quick to push himself into you, taking steady breaths so that his doesn't cum too quickly. He lets his cock sink into you until he is flushed against you. Fuck, he will never get tired of this feeling- your inviting cunt hugging him, warm and wet just for him and only him.

Pulling his hips back, feeling his cock drag against your walls, stopping only when his tip is left within you does he then sink back into you. Deep and rhythmic thrusts, not slow but not fast either. Your arms are wrapping around his neck while your legs cage in his hips, encouraging him to go deeper- to go harder. A soft cry of his name has Leon's eyes leaving where they were watching himself disappear within you up to your eyes. Obeying your silent begging, Leon quickly brings his hands down your thighs raising your left thigh to rest against his chest- allowing him to reach deeper within you. His other hand gripping hard onto your right side, giving him the perfect leverage to fuck you into the bed. In and out, his harsh and deep thrusts has your head falling back into the pillow as your back arches up into Leon's chest. His mind-numbing sounds of pleasure has your cunt clenching down hard upon him- trying to keep him within you, never wanting him to leave. Taking his eyes away from the hypnotizing sight of your cunt taking all of him to the hilt every time he thrusts, rising to your face again he nearly cums at the sight before him. Your face is etched in pleasure, mouth open allowing for your sweet sounds to fall from your lips. And then you are throwing Leon right to the edge as you bring one of your hands down to swirl your clit as you near an earthshattering high. A curse accompanied with your name is cried out, as Leon feels your cunt rhythmically begin to quiver and squeeze around his cock. Leon's grip upon you tightens, undoubtedly leaving bruises for you to find later as he feels white hot pleasure roll down his back as his body tightens before he feels himself cuming within you. Pushing as far into you as possible grinding his length as he paints your inner walls with his cum.

Slowly his grinding comes to a stop as you both finish riding out your highs, he is gently setting your thigh down against the sheets. And just as Leon goes to remove his now softening cock to clean you both up- you are quick to latch onto him. "Stay- just a bit longer, please."

"Of course." leaving himself within you, his arms wrap around your torso. There he settles himself atop of you, placing feather-light kisses against your neck. "I love you." your lips are placing a kiss upon his temple, "I love you too Leon."

[momojedi]

— KILLER MACHINE

bad batch x gn! imp! reader

chapter one. the division

“Clones?”

My face falls at the sight in front of me. There, on the opposite side of the mirrored glass, my future division is properly lined up in full, black gear; armour I’ve never seen on a clone before. Doctor Hemlock chuckles before moving away from the window and pacing down the hallway. “Not just any clones,” he hums, clasping his hands behind his back as I follow him under the watchful eye of the clone commando accompanying us. “A reconditioned kind. Specialised for the kill.”

“Sir,” I pipe up, trying to keep up with his fast strides, “Clones are a loyal specimen and possibly even the best soldiers we could’ve asked for during the war, yes, but I’m not sure they’re fit to be assassins—“ He cuts me off.

“Oh, they are.” His voice is laced with confidence, leaving little room for doubt and I hesitate before shaking my head and letting my stubbornness slip.

“With all due respect, being an assassin requires far more than just killing. It’s about precision and stealth, both things clone soldiers aren’t exactly known for,” I fight back, motioning toward the soldiers with a wave, “I’ve looked over the Cuy’val Dar’s records from Kamino before, there’s a reason I never worked with them during the wars; most of the troopers performed weakly in those areas, mediocre at best!”

With a sigh, Hemlock stops and turns to face me. “This division underwent extensive reconditioning and rigorous training to ensure full success in the field. Every operative within this elite unit possesses unparalleled expertise, from precision marksmanship to covert infiltration,” he then towers over me, cold eyes penetrating my soul in a judgemental manner, “You have been selected to lead these specimens to success and the Empire expects no less of you. Have I made myself clear?” A chill runs down my spine at his tone and suddenly my mouth goes dry.

I have never been a people person, always working alone and always triumphing alone. Even during the days of the Republic, the Jedi knew better than to pair me up with their people after requesting my help for a mission. Putting me in a position of leadership and responsibility for an entire division is … scary to say the least. But when the Empire wants something from you, it’s better to comply than to step back and so, I swallow the fearful lump in my throat and nod slowly.

“Yes sir.”

Hemlock smiles, a sickeningly sweet smile as he breathes out. “Wonderful.”

Suddenly, the piercing ring of a commlink catches our attention and he raises the small cylinder. “Sir,” a female voice pipes up at the other end of the line, “the Kaminoan scientist is requesting your assistance.” Without responding, Hemlock the commlink back in his pocket and then faces me again. “It appears I am needed elsewhere. RC-1262 will meet you here tomorrow at 0600 sharp for briefing.” He fiddles with the black glove draping one of his hands, ready to turn his back on me but not before giving me one last warning glance. “Remember,” he starts with a dangerous glint in his eyes, “failure is not an option. The Empire demands excellence, and I expect nothing less." His words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of expectation and consequence. As he strides away, followed by his clone commando, I'm left with a sinking feeling in my chest.

[mamuzzy]

MAMUZZY READS HARD CONTACT: CHAPTER 1.3

I took my sweet time to continue but here we are, the last segment of Chapter 1 where meet the another two members of the future Omega Squad, Niner and Fi!

Links to the previous posts

Prologue <- If you want to follow me through you can start here ^^

Chapter 1.1 Post-Geonosis Darman

Chapter 1.2 Etain Tur-Mukan

My other Repcomm Blurbs

What you will find here

- Brief mention of the similiarities between the Omega Squad, Nulls and Bad Batch

- First introduction of Niner and Fi

- Niner and Fi's survivor's guilt

Now with reaction gifs.

People are saying that the Bad Batch are based on Delta Squad, which can be true, given they are both Commando Squads, have specializations and there are a lot of similarities between Crosshair and Sev, but after reading the books, I can say, The Bad Batch was more likely got inspiration from Omega Squad + Null ARCs. The Batch are deviant compared to other clones, they don’t respect authority unless they like the person, they have special abilities (Nulls shared all, the Batch had these abilities divided between them), and most importantly: THE BLACK ARMOR.

Omega Squad is horribly underrated, and if you never read the books there is a chance that you will miss these wonderful boys in black, the actual guys who inspired the Bad Batch’s black armor. (mind that in the first book it's still white, and they will get the black one in Triple Zero.)

I forgot to mention in the Darman post that with the TCW, ARC Trooper lore was completely rewritten in the show, and the Clone Commandos were completely erased from canon UNTIL the reintroduction of Delta Squad as a small cameo in the Witches of the Mist episode. TCW then came up with their on original clone commando squad, the Foxtrot, tied to the 212th, and with it, we have our beloved Gregor too and the Bad Batch is also a Commando squad. Commandos remaining with the empire in The Bad Batch is also inspired by the entire Imperial Commando: 501st book which has never had continuation due to lore incompatibilities with the at-that-time airing TCW.

Okay~ LET’S GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

We start with Niner - RC-1309 - and I will point out every occasions throughout this re-reading where he is cleaning his equipment, because when they are not on mission or in cryostasis, he usually cleans his gear. My poor anxious baby.

After the disastrous loss in the Commando ranks, reorganizing was needed, and lot of pods were merged to together to fill out the empty spaces - replace their dead comrades. Omega Squad are like this. While Niner, Fi and Darman were all trained under Kal Skirata, they were all in different pods, and because these four-people groups were so tight-knit, they didn’t form close connections to others.

So let’s just say, Niner and Fi’s first meeting wasn’t too friendly. They are both grieving, and they have to deal with the fact that their dead brothers are replaced with someone else, someone stranger.

You may know Fi as a jokester of the group but this entry scene weren’t funny at all. It was heartbreaking. Niner didn't accept the courtesy gesture of handshake.

BACK TO CLEANING.

Fi accomodates himself and Niner is constantly reminded that his podmates aren't here and never will be.

Niner had a podbrother, named Sev who is not the same as Delta Squad Sev. Choosing numbers as names are very common among the clones so there is a chance that you would meet with others with your own name.

Also I find this lore about the socialization of the CT-s compared to RC-s.

Meaning even if a CT lost someone important, comfort can be found in other familiar faces around him. When an RC lose his entire squad, he remains alone and completely alone. We saw how Darman was lost in the sea of strangers.

Niner lost a brother before, so loss for him is not something unfamiliar.

Commando cadets died during training.

Also I really loved this conversation between Niner and Fi.

Niner casually talking about how they weren’t used as they were intended. The total miscommunication between them, because Niner doesn’t want to say it out loud that he miss his squad and he blames the whole battle for losing his brothers. Niner is in pain, and want to talk about it, he just… can’t.

Also the revival Fi mentions is getting out of the cryostasis.

More about Niner’s cleaning “ritual”.

Another clashing between Fi and Niner.

They are so awkward with each other, I love them.

What finally broke the ice between them is when Fi started to sing the Dha Werda Verda. This song is from the OST of Republic Commando game and was played during Kachirho Bridge on Kashyyyk. The song along with the Vode An is mentioned and sang a lot throughout the books. ^^

A song they both now. The values they both know very well. A commond ground when nothing else works, when words fail, when you feel alone. Maybe they are not so different after all.

While singing, Niner’s survival guilt is manifesting.

Fi once again helds out a metaphorical hand to Niner. And Niner accept it.

And this concludes the whole Chapter 1.

I'm trying to make these blurbs shorter, and maybe doing the lore-detours in separate posts to not make it overwhelming.

[doedipus]

the other night I entered a delirium and these combo routes crawled out of some dark place in my amygdala.

if you rc the first hit of sol poente, gio gets flung into a slick but probably impractical sideswap. the phsyics on where the opponent launches feel finnicky sometimes.

don't actually do this. there are better ways to spend 50 meter.

combo 1: c.s > 2h > 214s, c.s > 2h, c.s > 2h > 214s > rrc, 5h > 236k #95870

combo 2: c.s > 2h > 214s > rrc, 5h > 236k, 5h > 214k #95871

[alex99achapterthree]

Phantom Friday...

Pole dances.

Phantom on the radar test range.

Likely only a gutted shell, this Phantom is set up to see how various weapons loadouts affect the radar cross-section.

Most aircraft spend some time on the range to evaluate how they are detected by radar. Mounting them upside-down allows for testing how external stores, control surfaces and landing gear affect the RCS.

[mr-geargrinder]

Dragon's Dogma 2 DLC stuff

Been playing Dragon's Dogma 2 and only occasionally glimpsing the drama, so here's what you need to know:

All the DLC items are pointless. You will NEVER need to purchase any of them.

You will get wakestones and rift crystals and camping gear just by playing the game. You will earn RC in the game and can purchase all of those items WITHOUT having to grind for dozens of hours just to afford one RC item.

Literally everything on offer can and will be found or bought in the game for minimal cost. Just play and you will get RC. Just explore and you will find items. Recruit pawns and use them for a while and you'll get wakestones through the pawn quest system.

It is actually unbelievably stupid for Capcom to even offer that man MTX options, because it does give the wrong impression about the game, on top of them being functionally worthless, even by MTX standards.

Capcom shouldn't have done this DLC thing at all, but the problem is that they've done it for many of their games, but no one raised a stink like this before. The demand was always that DLC should be optional or only cosmetic, and this stuff is. So from Capcom's perspective, this is a lot of people randomly deciding to raise a huge stink over a common practice of theirs that was not protested before. MonHun World has DLC character edit vouchers too, and you CAN'T earn those from normal play, after all.

And all of that is also taking away from the actual problems with the game, like the shoddy optimization, the bugs, the single save slot, etc. and besides all that... The game is almost exactly what people have wanted for 13 years. It's more Dragon's Dogma, almost exactly as it was before, just bigger, more expansive, nice looking, more monsters!!

It's a monkey's paw wish come true, in a lot of ways.

That 70 USD pricetag isn't great, and the DLC is dumb, but the gameplay IS great and if you wanted more DD, here it is!!.. but it's poorly optimized again and you better have a strong PC.

At any rate, there are things to be upset about, but the DLC isn't worth getting the torches and pitchforks out over. The other problems do need addressing though, and I'd hate for that to get drowned out by people angry about the option to buy cosmetic camping gear and gaol keys.

[witchwyfe]

pinterest bf - rc

pairing - (non canon) Rafe Cameron x female reader

précis - you help rafe personalize his gear

content/warnings - BASEBALL rafe, college au, college baseball player rafe, mentions of sewing needles, cursing, the word “bloody”

word count - 598

“Rafael.” You greet your boyfriend, strolling into his room. 

One of his teammates let you in after you knocked, because your precious boyfriend apparently can’t even be bothered to answer his phone after he invited you over.

“Oh, hey honey,” He smiles at you, watching you set your bag down, before looking back at the project in his lap.

You see a needle and thread in one hand, and his baseball glove in the other.

“Rafe.” You say, staring right at him. “What the fuck are you doing?” 

His cheeks flare, the flush crawling up the back of his neck as he ducks his head. He mumbles something, chin to chest, the words falling to his lap.

“Can’t hear you babe.” You say, narrowing your eyes. 

“I’m stitching your initials into my glove.” He says like it’s a no-brainer.

“You’re doing what now?” You wonder, heat flushing on your own cheeks as you kneel beside him on his bed. 

“Your initials. I want them in my glove.”

And for a second you’re wondering if Rafe somehow got a hold of your Pinterest board, the one with the heart emojis as the title, but this is something you haven’t seen, much less saved before.

“Oh, you sap.” You blurt, before you can even process what you’re saying.

He rolls his eyes, a smug smile playing on his lips. “You love it.”

“Hm-mm,” You hum in affirmation, climbing into his lap. “S’ cute. You’re cute.” You add softly, leaning into him.

He pushes the needle into the material again, cursing under his breath when it doesn’t do what he wants it to do.

“God damn it,” He swears. “Kelce said it was easy, and I watched the tutorial on YouTube like ten times.” He huffs.

“That’s so cute,” You gush. “If you needed help though, you should’ve asked, you idiot.”

“Do you know how to sew?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Exactly.” He retorts. “Plus, I wanted it to be a surprise.” 

“Okay, well it’s not anymore.” You sass. “So how about we figure this out together?” His eyes soften at your words, and he pulls you all the way into his lap with a grunt, spreading his legs so that you can settle comfortably in between them.

“Pull up the tutorial.” You nudge him, reaching for the sewing needle in his hand. You notice the thread he chose is your favorite color and you look at him. 

“Aw, you remembered my favorite color?” You tease, lightly pushing your elbow into his abdomen.

He scoffs. “Of course, I remember your favorite color babe, what kind of boyfriend do you think I am?”

The kind that has a page in his Notes app with all of your favorite things in a bulleted list. The kind that brings you flowers specifically in your favorite color, and blushes when you thank him for them. The kind who brings you your favorite coffee multiple times a week. 

“You’re alright, I guess.” You say flippantly, teasing him. He pinches your side, evoking a squeal from you.

“Stop!” You giggle. “Just show me the video.” 

And that’s how you and Rafe sit for the next hour—you’re not great at sewing either—him holding the video up so you can see, and you threading your own initials into the thick material. 

Later Rafe lets you wrap his bloody fingertips in Disney Princess Band-Aids and press delicate kisses to each one. 

And at his next game, he presses a kiss to his fingertip and then runs it over the embroidered initials before he walks out onto the field. 

© witchwyfe 2023. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.