#Shadow Agent!Tech

[calebjorgens2024]

when I fell asleep at 3:00 in the afternoon and awoke at 8:00, I dreamt that Scorch is actually a deep-cover agent for Rex. And being a trained clone commando, he hides his intentions very very well. What I can recall is that Scorch has hidden guilt about taking Omega away but he had no choice but to do his duty and that he was secretly glad she and Crosshair had escaped Weyland and Mount Tantiss. What I can recall is that, as Omega escaped; Scorch would mutter to himself “stay safe sister. Run away and never look back. It’s a dangerous galaxy out there.”

this could be the start of an idea of mine of which Scorch plays his role as a seemingly subservient clone commando very well!

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Good!GIW Thoughts

After I wrote the Multiverse Police prompt, I've gotten a few replies and reblogs saying they've never seen good!GIW before, and I realized, wow, me neither!

The GIW are always the bad guys, and, well, yeah, they fit the criteria for being the shadow branch of the government to commit atrocities. But there's potential in good GIW.

Imagine it.

Imagine Amity Park being off-limits not because GIW wants to keep it contained but because they treat it like a resort or a national park. People are not allowed to freely come there only because GIW wants JL out of it since the heroes are going to treat the whole thing as a threat. But there's an infinite amount of knowledge there! A portal to the new world! New culture! Things you could never learn before!

Imagine Amity being under government's protection. Imagine Jazz attending a university with her full tuition paid by the GIW since she is, well, a liminal, a minority, and she is getting a degree that will help her establish connections between them and Infinite Realms.

Imagine GIW funding Fentons' research not in order to eradicate ghosts but to have a safe way to talk to them while not getting caught up in a fight with an impossibly strong being.

Imagine GIW being hella annoying to Danny because they just won't stop with their interviews and questionnaires. Which, actually, has the full potential to become confusing because imagine Batman meeting Phantom and Phantom is like, "Oh, yeah, there's a hidden government branch that I avoid like plague because they want to catch me" and Bats are super worried. In the meantime, GIW is looking for Danny simply because he is the most friendly ghost they encountered and they want their answers about the cultural differences between the dead and the living.

Now, there's also a way for this to become the thickest plot armor ever. Imagine Jazz is on a mission to get some artifact from the mortal world. Then imagine GIW helping her while they still can't exactly show they are government agents because who in their right mind would believe the government is studying ghosts? Anyway, Jazz now has the potential to become James Bond kind of cool. Wonderful.

Imagine Danny having trouble with the JL/Bats/police, and then he just, "Wait, let me call someone, I have the right to one phone call, right?" And not 15 minutes later, a bunch of secret government agents in white show up, and Danny is free to go while the agents are saying whatever happened is now classified in the best Batman manner.

Oh, what about a world-ending event where a ghost is involved, and the JL is at a loss of what to do. And then the white vans show up, packed with unknown tech, agents in white with blasters, and a few weird meta-kids no one knows anything about. They even have a K9 unit because, come on, Cujo could be a perfect friend for them.

Just GIW being the secret protection squad for Amity and ghosts.

[chowadoe]

so more on that role reversal au...

Shadow (created as a Weapon Against Humanity) who was eventually raised, and exploited, by G.U.N to become Humanity's Ultimate weapon and Sonic, found by Robotnik

some more expanded thoughts below ^_^

SHADOW - G.U.N AGENT

Shadow was initially created with the intention of being a Weapon Against Humanity. after a life-altering incident, G.U.N. takes Shadow into their custody, raising him to become one of their top agents, exploiting him.

he's constantly under government surveillance... inhibitor rings (developed by G.U.N.) are clamped onto him like a shock collar so he is unable to tap into his full power. (Shadow has neither tested nor does he know the extent of his strength.. he has never tried removing them. G.U.N. is the only one who can remove them.)

the hypocritical method in wanting their weapon (cough trained dog) to exercise and develop restraint on his own terms, and yet forcefully acclimating him.

Shadow’s aware of his past. Definitely struggles with Existential dread about why he’s on Earth and what he was made for. he wants to (and feels like he should) do good, but if he was initially made with destructive intent… is he compensating this way? is this what he really wants? no.. he shouldn't think like that.. Maria would want him to be good..

If not to make the world the better a place, if they still treat his kind as inferior and sometimes, even a threat to the whole human race, does humanity and this planet still deserve its rite for redemption? What is humanity? Is that something he’s capable of, as a weapon of mass destruction?

what is he trying to prove here? His docility? His ability to be obedient and be, by human standards, good? what does that mean in a world that may never accept them, and much less him- a synthetic and all-unnatural organism forged from humanity’s worst and an alien race only capable of Evil and wrongdoing. a being so perfectly suited for any and all forms of persecution. Humankind’s scapegoat. He thinks about Maria.

Maria remains a guiding light. Back then, she would sneak Shadow out to gaze upon the Earth, her former home. She misses it, the lush greenery, the sun, the people. she hopes that Shadow will get to experience what it’s like.

au shadow is emo edgy in a sad wet adult 40yo cat leon kennedy kind of way. au sonic is emo edgy like a 14yo that found out you could buy a tattoo gun on amazon without a license. I know nothing about resident evil

when he's not on a mission, he's usually in his "room" (extremely generous word for containment chamber/training facility.) he's like a hamster in a cage with toys to play with . (treadmills. race tracks. dummy robots. Ak-47s.) He's allowed to freely roam HQ from hours 6am-10pm, and if not, he is usually escorted by a guard, unless its Rouge sneaking him out. But beyond that, it's not like the ultimate lifeform needs that much sleep, and it'd be bad to have their ultimate weapon roaming the halls without supervision. but let's say there's the occasional nocturnal scavenger providing him a bit of nightly mischief that even the most complicated most difficult to navigate ventilation system cannot keep a natural-born burrower out..... (haha)

SONIC - ACCOMPLICE

Robotnik’s “accomplice” (adoptive son?)

Sonic goes along with Robotnik’s schemes but has his own ulterior motives .. after all, working under someone is still infringing on his sense of freedom, independence, and pride.

He only rlly helps out Robotnik out if it helps him… robotnik makes some new tech that tickles his , esp if smth that happens to enhance his existing abilities. sure he’s more than capable of doing things on his own but what’s better than to play with his new toys with his already existing toys (GUN. shadow.)

and if he manages to break them in a day then he’s found an issue that robotnik needs to troubleshoot immediately. eggman should really be Thanking him!

his only known goal atm is to find things that stave off his boredom. from what Shadow's gathered at least. but maybe there's more...

has a very bad No Good Fixation on shadow's inhibitor rings for whatever reason. wonder that could mean.

Still fucking around with roles and nothing's rlly set in stone. Im just kind of giggling kicking rocks and throwing pebbles in the water to see what lands ^q^

Rouge is still there! A contractor for G.U.N. A Recovering/reformed Jewel thief who joins the task force (maybe?) 

the gang is also there! still brainstorming roles though. emrmmm

[motherroam-rs]

Wrap Me in Your Skin and Bones

NSFW - 18+

Warnings/Tags : Cockwarming, Nightmares, Mentions of Trauma and PTSD, Angst, Comfort, Love Confessions

Relationship: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Summary: After solitary confinement on Mount Tantiss, Crosshair is plagued by nightmares that lead him to seek comfort in your body.

A/N : Wrote and posted this to AO3 before season 3 but wanted to put it here too 🫡 I just had this angsty lil thing in my head about how a touch starved Cross would deal with physical contact after the empire 🫶 (even though I firmly believe Tech survived the fall - he’s dead for the purpose of this I’m SORRY)

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

The sharp hit to your ribs has you springing into a sitting position, eyes wild and scanning the room for a threat. Muscle memory from years in the war has you reaching for the blaster and pointing it towards various shadows in the room.

You would be a lousy shot with the way your hand shook from the adrenaline in your veins. But, there are no imperial agents hiding in your room, no battle droids under your bed, the source of the attack lays next to you, writhing against imaginary forces in his nightmare.

Crosshair.

Abandoning the blaster on the floor, you work on tearing the bedsheets away from him before he can tangle himself any further in the restrictive fabric. Every muscle in his body seems to be rigid, even once you manage to free him, but he still thrashes, as if fighting against invisible restraints.

The sight of his struggle has your stomach forming knots.

“Crosshair, wake up,” your pleading hands press to his shoulder, thankful that the prominence of his collarbones has eased over the last few weeks, but he’s still nowhere close to as healthy he was the last time you saw him before the war had ended.

Unlike the rest of the batch, you hadn’t seen Crosshair during his time under the empire, and although during his absence you were thankful for it, this only made it worse the day his brothers brought him home.

Crosshair had always been the leanest of them, you had even joked with him on several occasions that he resembled the toothpicks which always hung from his lips, but the breath had been stolen from your body when Echo half-carried him down the walkway. Crosshairs face was almost as hollow as Echo’s had been after Skako Minor, and it was now flecked in silver stubble, with a large scar that stretched across the side of his head where patches of hair were entirely missing.

Just as the pair passed you by, Crosshairs eyes had met your own. You were used to a range of emotions in them, from heated glares and desire filled gazes, occasionally there was even an amused look that framed his eyes with a hint of laughter lines. However, what you didn’t prepare yourself for was for them to be entirely void of any emotion, it was if you were just one of the stone pillars that lined the streets.

After a week in the infirmary, it became evident that Crosshair couldn’t sleep alone. With Hunter preoccupied with Omega, the responsibility fell to Echo the first few nights, he was the closest to understanding Crosshairs situation after all.

On the third day after the rescue, Hunter had told you although Omega was kept somewhat safe with another female clone, they had found Crosshair in solitary confinement. Something deep in your chest broke at the unsaid weight of the information. Despite his aversion to most people, Crosshair had spent years of being in tight living spaces with his brothers, only to be thrown in a cell alone for maker knows how long.

Maybe this was why he gravitated towards you once he was finally in good enough physical condition to be released from the infirmary.

Between Echo’s own complicated relationship with sleep, Wrecker’s inability to not snore and wake everyone in the immediate vicinity, and Hunters responsibility for Omega, it was you who took him in.

If Tech was still here, he would have been the one to stay with Crosshair. You push that thought down, but the pain still resonates in your chest.

You give Crosshair another shake, and the second your other hand presses to the bare skin of his face, his eyes snap open. He lashes out like a snarling animal trapped in a snare, gripping both your wrists and pinning you beneath him with a speed that causes the room to spin around you.

“It’s just me, Cross.” You speak in a hushed tone, attempting to calm him as you fight against his grip.

Reality bleeds into his eyes, momentarily easing his pained expression, but then he’s choking on the air, collapsing onto you.

“I need,” although his face is buried in your neck, you hear the emotion crack his voice, and you already know the broken look that on his face. “Please, I need you.”

“It’s okay, Cross.” You nod and widen your legs, allowing his hips to settle between them. Your bodies act on the familiar routine you had both fallen into over the last few months since he moved into your spare room - which he has still never spent a night in. Crosshairs shakes have already begun to ease with the contact, his hands have at least stilled enough so he can effectively rid you both of the few items of clothing until you were bare against each other.

He coils himself around you at first, as if he were a snake trying to suffocate its prey, but you only wrap your arms around him in return, welcoming his touch. You aren’t certain if it’s the solitary confinement that made him need the contact, or if it’s some lingering effect of the chip, but either way you still offer yourself to him.

Seemingly unable to wait for his heart to settle, he chases the comfort only you can provide, and begins the slow push of himself inside you. Crosshair’s breaths are escaping him in desperate pants and he’s pressing as much of himself to you as possible, seeking the warmth of your body to drive away the sensation of the cold interrogation table that plagued his mind.

The stretch burns with the little preparation you have, and Crosshair senses your silent discomfort. He draws his hips back with a mumbled apology, so only the tip remains inside you, and draws slow circles on your clit with his thumb. It doesn’t take long for the resistance to ease with your wetness, and soon enough he’s rocking back into you with a groan, allowing you time to adjust.

He doesn’t attempt to bring you to the precipice, or anywhere close to it. Once he fully settles into you, his hand withdraws and instead tangles itself in your hair.

Right now Crosshairs need for you isn’t sexual, despite what it seems.

Some nights it will delve into more once his body relaxes, and he’ll take his time to have you come undone beneath him with more care and attention than he had ever possessed before the rise of the empire. But tonight, as he does most nights, he stills once fully seathed inside you, his only desire being your embrace.

“Where was it this time?” Sometimes he would answer, but other times he would give a slight shake to his head in response.

“Barton-4, then the interrogation room.” His voice is strained, and you recall everything he’s already told you about these places, specifically the haunting memory of Mayday’s death.

“You’re safe, we’re both safe, Crosshair.” You press a kiss to his temple as if it would help the promise sink into his mind. One of your hands moves to the back of his head, cradling him against your neck as the other traces patterns on his back.

It takes a few minutes of silence for his breathing to fall in sync with yours, and despite his cock being inside you, the light exhale against your neck has your face heating at the intimacy. His shakes have entirely ceased now, and you think he’s fallen asleep, until you hear the broken whisper.

“I love you.”

Your body freezes at the admission, both hands stopping their comforting movements. His throat bobs against your neck with a dry swallow, and you wonder if it’s his body trying to subconsciously take back the words.

You had been somewhat together during the clone wars, but it was never emotionally intimate. He had a physical need for you in a way that led to fucking you from behind against almost every surface on the marauder. And yet, true to his cold nature he never faced you, or even kissed you. Once he finished, he would neaten his armour and leave without a goodbye, yet you would still allow him back every time he gave the word.

“Crosshair-“ you start, but he’s cutting you off before your mouth can form another syllable.

“I know it’s not the right time to say it, but I do, I always have.” He rasps, trying to force the confession out in one breath, as if ripping the bacta patch off a wound.

Always have?

Your mind begins unravelling years of your self-imposed torture during the clone wars from biting down your feelings, pretending not to care when some pretty girl inevitably threw herself at him in a bar.

“You need to sleep.” He bites out, hurt evident in his tone at your lack of response, but he doesn’t dare peel himself away from you. Despite the hurt seeping into him, he’s too selfish to let you go unless you ask him to leave.

“Crosshair.” There’s no response, but something possesses you to reach out anyways, and you’re pressing your hand to his face, craning your neck to meet his stare. His eyes are open, but still avoid your own.

Your brush your nose against his, and your thumb traces over the sharp angle of his jaw, memorising the way he ever-so-slightly leans into your touch.

“I love you too.”

His eyes close, a shaky breath of relief escaping his lips. Crosshair had never needed a helmet to mask his emotions before his brothers brought him back to Pabu, back to you. His face had always been set in an ever cold smirk, whether it be when he was taunting a reg, on a stealth mission, or when you caught glimpses of him in mirrored surfaces in the marauder as he fucked himself into you. However, at your words, something akin to peace washes over his face, allowing it to morph into a rare expression of something softer, like that of a soldier returning from battle finally setting eyes on his home.

When the morning comes, you half expect the bed to be cold, or at least as cold as it can be in the climate of Pabu, but when the midday sun casts its warming rays over your skin, he’s still inside of you. Slender limbs have tangled with your own and his face is nestled against your neck, but you can tell from his breathing that he’s already awake.

“Stay.” It’s a whispered prayer against your skin, a desperate plea to some deity that seems to have abandoned him long ago in that cell on Mount Tantiss. But you don’t think the gods, the Empire or even the force could keep you apart now, and you don’t want them to. You press your forehead to his, a wordless answer to him that you aren’t going anywhere, that he’ll never have to be alone again.

[sharpedgedfool]

Wait I wanna hear more about the speakeasy AU (if there is more haha). Also do you have a head-canon for Shadow’s singing voice?

Team Dark are all ex-government agents on the run, trying to break away from their past. Shadow and Omega are experiments, Rouge is a spy that helped them escape so they're indebted to her and want to help her out. She's the one who wants to start the speakeasy, they're her core workers helping out - both Shadow and Omega bar-tend but Shadow also sings and Omegas usually the acting bouncer. Rouge hosts every night, socialises and keeps an eye out on the floor - the club's a regular hotspot for all sorts of criminals and she likes to mingle and make connections and deals. Shadow's pretty good at singing so people assume Rouge has something over him keeping him from trying to make it big elsewhere. And Omega's extremely advanced tech for the time, so people have no clue what he even is and assume Rouge has some big connections to get her hands on stuff like him - lots of rumours with very few answers! They dress up real nice but they're still working hard behind the scenes and are used to playing dirty to get by.

My main hc for Shadow's voice in general is still David S. Humphrey, and he's a damn good singer so it's 100% based on him!

[criminally-chill]

Shadows in the BAU

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader

Category: fluff

Emily Prentiss had always been a mystery to her team, but there was one person who added even more layers to that enigma—a person none of the Behavioral Analysis Unit had ever fully understood. Y/N had been visiting the BAU on and off for months, yet to this day, no one quite knew who she was or what she meant to Emily.

The first time Y/N appeared, it was in the middle of a particularly stressful case. She pulled up to Quantico on her motorcycle, the roar of the engine echoing through the parking lot. The team had noticed her immediately: tall, sharp-eyed, with an air of silent strength. Her long coat billowed in the wind as she dismounted, drawing eyes. A German Shepherd, who they’d later come to know as Ace, padded faithfully by her side, his soft brown eyes alert and watchful. But what stood out the most was the metallic gleam of the prosthetic leg Y/N moved so effortlessly with.

At first, her presence seemed almost incidental. She wasn’t dressed in a way that screamed “FBI.” She didn’t wear a badge or flash credentials. She never introduced herself to the team. But Emily always seemed to know when she arrived.

Whenever Y/N appeared, Emily would break from whatever she was doing, and the two would disappear into her office, exchanging quiet words with a familiarity that intrigued the rest of the team.

One day, during a particularly long case debriefing, Spencer Reid noticed her again, standing just outside the briefing room. The team was discussing their latest unsub, and Emily had been unusually quiet during the meeting. Y/N stood against the wall, her posture casual but her gaze focused entirely on Emily. The leather jacket she wore and the sleek motorcycle helmet tucked under her arm were in sharp contrast to the professional atmosphere of the BAU, yet she belonged in her own way—if only to Emily.

"Who is she?" Spencer whispered to Penelope Garcia, the team’s tech analyst, as they passed by the glass windows of the briefing room.

"I don't know," Garcia replied in her typical fast-paced tone. "She’s mysterious. I’ve tried running a search, but I get nada. Maybe she’s some kind of undercover agent? Or—" her voice dropped conspiratorially, "a secret girlfriend?"

Spencer shot her a skeptical glance, but he couldn’t deny his curiosity. No one knew the nature of Y/N’s relationship with Emily. And no one dared ask Emily outright.

Then there was the dog. Ace was always well-behaved, sitting obediently at Y/N’s feet whenever they stopped by. Sometimes Y/N would take him around the side of the building to walk, while other times she would sit on a bench outside, seemingly waiting for Emily to finish her work.

The strange visits continued. Some days Y/N would stay for an hour, other times it was mere minutes. And every time, the same pattern followed: Emily’s face would brighten the moment she saw Y/N. They would talk briefly, then Y/N would leave just as suddenly as she had arrived.

One afternoon, after an exhausting case involving a serial killer that had taken them across three states, the team was sprawled in the bullpen, catching their breath. Emily had just walked back in from another one of her mysterious meetings with Y/N when Derek Morgan, never one to shy away from asking the hard questions, leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.

"So, Emily," Derek began with a grin. "Your friend—Y/N? What’s the deal? You gonna keep us all in the dark forever?"

Emily froze for a second, her eyes narrowing. “She’s just a friend,” she replied casually, though her tone hinted at something deeper.

"That’s one hell of a friendship,” JJ teased, though there was no malice in her words. “She’s been coming around a lot. Are you ever going to introduce us?”

Emily’s jaw tensed for a moment before she sighed. "Y/N isn’t someone who likes attention. She’s more of a... private person."

Garcia, unable to contain her curiosity, chimed in. "Private? Emily, you bring a tall, motorcycle-riding mystery woman with a prosthetic leg and a dog who looks like he could outthink us all, and we’re just supposed to pretend this isn’t fascinating?”

There was a pause as Emily considered her next words, her expression softening. "Y/N has been through a lot. She doesn’t trust easily, and she has her reasons for keeping her distance. But she's important to me."

That was the first real hint Emily had ever given the team about Y/N. No one pressed her further, though they all exchanged curious glances.

Days passed, and the team went back to their routine, but the curiosity around Y/N lingered. Who was she? What had happened to her? Why did Emily speak about her with such caution, such care?

Then, one evening, everything shifted.

It was late—long after the office had emptied out. Emily was still there, hunched over paperwork, when she heard the familiar hum of a motorcycle outside. Y/N had arrived, but this time, there was something different in her posture, a stiffness that hadn’t been there before.

Emily looked up as Y/N entered the office, Ace padding in behind her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the exhaustion of the day melted away.

“You didn’t have to come,” Emily said quietly, though her voice held an undeniable warmth.

Y/N shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. "Figured you could use the company."

Ace settled by Emily’s desk, his large head resting on his paws as he watched the two of them. There was a silence between the women, the kind that spoke more than words ever could.

Emily stood and crossed the room, her hand resting gently on Y/N’s arm. "You know," she began, "they're all dying to know who you are."

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing at the closed door of the office. "Let 'em wonder."

For now, it seemed, that would be enough. The shadows surrounding Emily and Y/N’s relationship would remain, for the time being, a mystery—one that perhaps only they could understand.

And as Y/N slipped away into the night, the team couldn't help but wonder: what kind of past did she share with Emily, and what made her the one person who could always bring a smile to their unit chief’s face?

[jojikawa]

VALORANT SHIP DYNAMICS 2 💟

Ships: Sova, Fade, Sage, Cypher, Kayo, Omen (again)

This is completely for fun and not to be taken to seriously! 🌟

SOVA

Thinks you are a goddess

Sends you selfies of him and his grandmother. He talks to her about you as well. Brings you her cooking.

Is awkward but you can’t tell bc he’s so cool. You find him very charming.

Mildly protective bc he doesn’t want to be overbearing.

Is the type to want to have alone time in the private quarters of the protocol to drink hot cocoa!

Forehead kisses

Wants to teach you Russian

FADE

Your goth gf

Protects you from nightmares

Tsundere! Acts like you smother her but she really craves the affection. She is very touch starved.

Is always your rock when you need comfort from anxiety/panic attacks.

Forehead touching ❤️

Thinks you’re too good for her. Too innocent for valorant too.

Refuses to let Chamber talk to you. He’s too flirty. Pheonix too

Kissing is her favorite thing to do.

CYPHER

Literally so depressed and exhausted with everyone but you always seem to cheer him up.

Doesn’t really get why you give him time when he believes your precious time could be spent on anyone else

Gets flushed when you ask about his tech or when you express concern when it’s broken.

Respects your privacy and doesn’t spy on you.

Let’s you see his face…once.

Gets super flushed when you go on about how cute he is!

Calls you pets in Arabic like كيتي (kitty/kitten)

SAGE

You are the reason she makes difficult decisions and wants to get stronger

Mommy gf ofc. Makes your bed and does your laundry.

Cooks for you. Packs lunches.

Eskimo kisses + hand holding (falls asleep holding your hand) 🥹

Heals you first no matter what

Takes the time to learn how to do your hair

Random gift giving. Her love language is LITERALLY DOING EVERYTHING.

KAYO

Forgets that he’s a machine when he’s with you. You make him feel things that do beyond the shackles of his AI.

Let’s you hold and even throw his knife.

Regularly threatens the other agents over you. Especially Reyna.

Wonders what if you’d like him as a flesh person.

Urges to teach you self defense. He’s lost so many and he doesn’t want to lose you too 😭

Replays cute past events in his memory files while you’re sleeping. And is always storing new ones.

Can’t lie to him bc he documents everything. He can always detect when something is wrong.

More OMEN

Is a private guy so he will only ever agree to hold you when no agents are around. If you’re really needy he’ll smoke you two for privacy. Probably finds more comfort on it than you do!

Has a hard time with his whole shadows situation and not being able to remember himself before “omen” but believes that if he has you then he’s okay how it is.

Tries to be funny…fails. His voice makes the punchline go over your head.

Sends you emails to your protocol device when your away too long.

Doesn’t allow you to go on any missions alone or he is a nervous wreck.

I’ll add more soon! These are fun to write before bed.☺️ I gotta find more of these cute pictures! I get them all from Pinterest so I can’t exactly credit the original artists. Hopefully they don’t mind! - Maron!

[whrryuu]

how I think seventeen would be as an agent

hi, so this is just my opinion. feel free to share your thoughts !!

Scoups (Team Leader)

Alias: Captain

Role: Mission Commander

The calm and composed leader who strategizes operations, ensuring the team’s success. He has the ability to analyze complex situations and make crucial decisions under pressure

Jeonghan (Master of Disguise)

Alias: Shade

Role: Infiltration Expert & Psychological Warfare Specialist

With his angelic face and smooth-talking ability, he’s an expert at blending in and charming information out of people. He often takes the undercover roles that require finesse.

Joshua (Tech Specialist)

Alias: Cypher

Role: Technology & Cybersecurity Expert

Joshua is a master of technology, handling everything from complex hacking to ensuring the team's tech systems are always secure. With his sharp mind and quick problem-solving skills, he’s the one who cracks encrypted data and keeps the mission's tech running smoothly.

Jun (Stealth Operative)

Alias: Shadow

Role: Stealth Operative & Surveillance Expert

Operating in the shadows, Jun can infiltrate secure locations undetected. His skills in surveillance make him the unseen observer, gathering crucial intel.

Hoshi (Combat Specialist)

Alias: Flash

Role: Close Combat & Field Tactician

Known for his fiery personality, Hoshi’s unpredictable moves in close combat make him a lethal agent. He’s also quick to come up with creative, tactical maneuvers on the spot.

Wonwoo (Sharpshooter)

Alias: Hawk

Role: Precision Marksman & Sniper Specialist

With an unwavering focus and steady hand, Wonwoo is the team's sharpshooter, taking down targets from long distances with pinpoint accuracy. His calm presence ensures that no shot is wasted, and he thrives in high-pressure situations where precision is key.

Woozi (Tactician)

Alias: Echo

Role: Logistic & Tactical Support

Woozi stays behind the scenes, orchestrating the tactical side of missions. He’s responsible for laying out blueprints and ensuring every detail of the plan is flawless.

DK (Field Medic)

Alias: Doc

Role: Combat Medic & First Responder

DK is the team's lifeline, providing medical assistance in the field. His quick thinking and steady hands allow him to treat injuries under fire, keeping his team in top condition. With his warm personality, he also provides emotional support, boosting team morale during critical missions.

Mingyu (Brute Force)

Alias: Titan

Role: Heavy Combat Specialist & Security Breach Expert

With his imposing figure and strength, Mingyu handles high-intensity combat and breaking through enemy defenses, both physically and through forceful entry.

Minghao (Martial Artist)

Alias: Viper

Role: Hand-to-Hand Combat Expert & Field Interrogator

Hao combines precision with agility, using his martial arts expertise to take down opponents quickly. His interrogation skills are just as sharp, forcing enemies to give up their secrets.

Seungkwan (Informant)

Alias: Oracle

Role: Communication Expert & Intelligence Gatherer

Seungkwan excels at gathering valuable information from his vast network of contacts. With his sharp memory and attention to detail, he provides the team with crucial intel. His charm and wit allow him to extract information from anyone, anywhere, making him a key asset for staying ahead of the enemy.

Vernon (Codebreaker)

Alias: Mirage

Role: Cryptographer & Decoder

A master of puzzles and codes, Vernon is responsible for decrypting sensitive information, solving complex ciphers, and unlocking secured files.

Dino (The Rookie)

Alias: Blaze

Role: Field Operative & Weapons Specialist

Though the youngest, Dino is fearless in the field and highly skilled with various weapons. He's always eager to prove himself and bring his fiery energy to any mission.

[juooxu]

Don't Need a Partner || Leon Kennedy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR SOME ERRORS.

𓍯 ִֶָ⤑ SEMI-ANGST ; GOOD ENDING ; SOFT ; MEAN LEON ; LEON KENNEDY x READER ; F!READER

WC: 1345

✎ NOTES ⭑.ᐟ : Y/n is a member of the Shadow Corpse, a special section of the Cyna Corporation who collaborate with the DSO for a emergency mission of a radioactive acid in a hide building called VAZZA, a nuclear center.

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Leon was storming down the hallways of the D.S.O base, his heavy boots clapping sharply against the cold, sterile floors. Hunnigan walked briskly beside him, her posture tense, clutching a tablet close to her chest. When she finally broke the silence, her voice was measured, but firm.

"Leon, there's been a change in your mission. You're going to be working with a partner."

Leon halted abruptly, causing Hunnigan to take a few steps ahead before she turned to face him. His face twisted in disbelief, then frustration.

"What!? Are you kidding me right now, Hunnigan?" he snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as if that would somehow make this bad news disappear.

But Hunnigan didn’t waver. Her eyes were serious, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Leon, we can’t refuse this. Do you know who the Cyno Corporation is? It’s a privilege to work with them."

Leon scoffed, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "A privilege? Really? If they’re such big shots, why the hell have I never heard of them?"

Hunnigan sighed, clearly frustrated by his attitude. "The Cyno Corporation controls a significant portion of the world's technology, manages biological threats, and handles disasters caused by pathogens. And I know what you’re going to ask: why don’t they handle this themselves? Because they only intervene in critical situations. This mission qualifies."

Leon barely listened as she spoke, his mind wandering. He wasn’t interested in teaming up with some high-tech, corporate lackeys. He’d rather handle things on his own, the way he always had. Hunnigan’s explanation sounded like white noise, and by the time she was finished, his irritation had only grown.

As he brooded, a large helicopter thundered into the base, drawing the attention of everyone in the area—except Leon. He didn’t bother to look, didn’t care who these "special guests" were. They were just more people he’d have to babysit.

The helicopter’s door opened, and an Asian man stepped out, followed by four others—two young men and two young women. The leader, who introduced himself as Kael, approached Leon with a polite smile, extending a hand.

"So, you must be Agent Leon S. Kennedy. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kael, the leader of the Shadow Corpse."

Leon eyed him coolly, ignoring the outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you, Agent Kael," he said, the words sounding forced and insincere. He offered a half-hearted smile, but it was clear he wasn’t impressed. In fact, he’d have preferred to send these people back to wherever they came from.

Kael didn’t seem to notice—or chose to ignore—Leon’s lack of enthusiasm. "This is Y/n Y/c," he said, gesturing toward a young woman who stepped forward with a shy smile, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She extended her hand eagerly.

Leon glanced at her hand, then back at her face. Reluctantly, he took her hand in his, noting the spark in her eyes as she shook his hand with both of hers, far too enthusiastically for his liking.

"I’m so honored to work with you, Agent Kennedy!" she gushed, her voice filled with admiration.

Leon felt a wave of discomfort wash over him, but it wasn’t the good kind. She was already too noisy, too eager. He could tell she was the type who would chatter non-stop, distracting him from the mission. The thought of being stuck with her grated on his nerves.

As the Shadow Corpse team wandered around the base, Leon followed them with a scowl, his mood worsening with each step. When they reached the operation center, they all gathered around a table with Hunnigan, Kael, and Leon at the helm.

The plan, at first, sounded simple: infiltrate the VAZZA facility and retrieve a dangerous acid compound. But as the details unfolded, it became clear that it was anything but easy. The facility was a fortress, a sprawling complex with nine smaller buildings surrounding a central tower that rose 250 meters into the air. The forest it was located in was so remote, so desolate, that it didn’t even appear on maps anymore. Leon felt a headache coming on just thinking about it.

"How the hell are we supposed to get there if we don’t have any—"

"Jax, give me the coordinates," Kael interrupted, his voice calm and commanding. A blonde-haired guy handed over a folder containing everything they needed—coordinates, entry points, even classified information about the facility. Leon was grudgingly impressed, though he’d never admit it.

"You’ll have these," Kael said, handing Leon and Y/n sleek, high-tech watches with tiny touchscreens. Y/n immediately began fiddling with hers, clearly familiar with the technology. Leon, on the other hand, stared at his, confused and irritated.

"We’ll send you everything you need on these," Kael explained, winking at Leon. Leon rolled his eyes. Great, more toys to figure out.

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The next morning, Leon and Y/n were seated in a helicopter, the rotors slicing through the early morning air. Y/n was looking around, her eyes wide with curiosity, and it was driving Leon insane.

"We’re on a mission, not a goddamn sightseeing tour," he snapped, his voice harsh. Y/n flinched, her excitement deflating as she turned her gaze away from the window.

When they finally reached the forest, they could see the VAZZA facility in the distance, its dark silhouette looming ominously. Y/n looked amazed, but for once, Leon kept his mouth shut. The less he had to interact with her, the better.

Their watches buzzed with a strange sound, and a red line appeared on the screen, marked with two tiny points.

"We’re those points, and the lines are the routes we can take to reach the facility. This is the fastest one," Y/n explained, her voice quiet but tinged with excitement.

Leon’s jaw tightened as he saw the estimated time: ten hours of walking. Ten hours with this strange, talkative girl. He groaned inwardly, already dreading the journey.

As they walked, Y/n kept talking, her voice a constant stream of chatter that grated on Leon’s nerves. He tried to tune her out, but it was impossible.

"So, did you really save the President’s daughter and return to America in a motorboat?" Y/n asked, her eyes wide with admiration.

"Yeah..." Leon muttered, a sigh escaping his lips. It had been a year since that mission, and the memories still weighed heavily on him.

"Leon, look out!" Y/n suddenly shouted, but it was too late. They were ambushed by a group of soldiers, their faces covered by masks. The soldiers opened fire, and Leon and Y/n dove for cover, using the trees as shields.

The battle was intense, bullets flying as Leon and Y/n fought back. Y/n’s agility and flexibility were impressive, dodging bullets with a grace that surprised Leon. But despite their efforts, Y/n was hit, a bullet tearing into her thigh.

"Goddamn it," Leon cursed, helping her up as she winced in pain. He checked his watch; their route had changed. "We’ve got to take this road to avoid more trouble."

He set Y/n down gently, examining her wound. As he bandaged her thigh, he couldn’t help but let his frustration boil over.

"Why did you have to pick a fight so close to them? You’re not going to get any special treatment with this reckless attitude. You’re just risking your life. If you don’t know what you’re doing, why the hell are you an agent?"

Y/n looked away, her expression serious and sad. "For my older brother Remo. He was the legend of the Cyno Corporation, the strongest agent you could ever know. But now… he’s gone."

Leon’s irritation softened slightly at the mention of her brother. He didn’t know who Remo Y/s was, but he could see that Y/n’s pain was genuine. Still, this mission was no place for sentimentality. They had a job to do, and they couldn’t afford any more mistakes.

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PART 2 SOON

[calebjorgens2024]

Imperial Tech

just for the record, I have woken up from a dream where Tech was dressed up in the Armor of the Empire’s Inferno Squad. The armor was black and red. Tech’s Inferno Squad helmet came with a red visor. He commanded a large number of Natborn troopers alongside clones. Regardless of what conditioning he went through, he still cares for his brothers and Omega. This further has shown and proven to me that it is the basis of my newest AU Fic. Star Wars: Imperial Shadow! With all his brilliant exceptional mind, Tech will play the long game with the Empire just so he can make it vulnerable from the inside as long as he manages to act like a stone cold Imperial Loyalist!

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Steven Zeitchik

Those comments sparked a backlash at the time. But many liberal Jews in Hollywood, media and tech identified with her remarks.

To some non-Jews I talked to, today’s news was just a case of a tribal rooting interest not going our way. “Oh well, you’ll get the next one,” went their vibe. But when a Jewish leader this popular from a state so necessary gets passed over, it becomes more than just a matter of losing a round of identity-politics poker — it touches an existential nerve.

Some Jews have also noted that in choosing Walz, Harris was simply trying to stay away from raising Gaza as an issue. But outside of antisemitic projection, why would it do that? The idea that a candidate would automatically want to talk more about Israel simply because he’s Jewish raises ugly tropes of dual loyalty, or worse.

Wary of seeming killjoyish, some liberal Jewish Americans also sought to find a silver lining — at least now Jews wouldn’t be blamed for administration failures, they said. They cited The Atlantic’s Yair Rosenberg, one of the most eloquent expositors of the double standards applied to Shapiro, who in a recent piece expressed some reservations about what a Shapiro vice presidency would bring.

“Anti-Semitism conceives of Jews as clandestine puppeteers who control the world’s governments and economies, fueling political and social problems,” he wrote. “A Jewish vice president would provide the perfect canvas for these fevered fantasies — a largely ceremonial figure onto whom bigots could nonetheless project all of their conspiracies, casting him as the real power behind the Resolute Desk.”

Rosenberg has forgotten more about the history of antisemitism than most of us will ever know. But this train of thought has always struck me as self-defeating. The response to fears of prejudice can’t be, “Let’s hide the Jews to prevent us from finding out about it.” 

A Jewish vice president would have been important not only because it would have signaled the latest progress of one ethnic group in America as thrillingly as Harris’ candidacy does for Americans of Black and Indian heritage, but also because it would have drawn antisemites out from the crevices, shining Louis Brandeis’ disinfecting light brightly upon them.

(That Harris’ husband is Jewish, incidentally, should do little to quell the unease. Jewish affiliations are proof of nothing except the reminder of past justifications. It calls to mind those who several years ago said Taika Waititi’s Nazi comedy Jojo Rabbit couldn’t be antisemitic because Waititi was Jewish. It wasn’t antisemitic. But that wasn’t the reason.)

Walz is a solid candidate with a strong record of speaking out against antisemitism. Just this spring he told Twin Cities PBS that, “I think when Jewish students are telling us they feel unsafe in that, we need to believe them.”

But Walz’s pro-Jewish bona fides don’t mean the decision to put him on the ticket — or the reaction to his appointment — can’t also be shadowed with antisemitism. Both can be true.

And so here liberal Jews again find ourselves, hopelessly marooned between a belief that Democratic policies are fundamentally better for our interests and yet worried we are not welcome in our own home — feeling a gentle nudge that perhaps we might find ourselves more comfortable in another place but unsure, in the end, of where else to go.

[kaylatoonz]

Context

I have always loved how Amy always has faith there’s good in everyone even if they don’t believe in it themselves. Most of her allies and sometimes enemies view this as a strength, but what about those that view it as a Weakness who would take advantage of it? Surprisingly I haven’t seen that much content that has someone take advantage of Amy’s kindness and compassion. So what if when Amy first arrived on earth in the SCU someone took advantage of Amy's trusting nature?

(Like her origin in the game) Amy does a tarot card reading that leads her to Earth in search of her hero

She arrived a couple of months before G.U.N. Locate and release project shadow

Unfortunately, G.U.N. are the first humans Amy encounters who gladly accept Amy’s offer to aid on their mission

They were even kind enough to gift her a new outfit and high-tech pack that would be more practical for the “adventure” they’re going on.

In reality, the “gift” was Eggman's old tech that they refurbished to keep new intergalactic arrivals in their control (they were originally going to use it on Shadow once they found him).

The pack on her back is meant to send a controlled shock to keep the chosen subject in line

Sadly By the time Amy discovers that these people are up to no good she is already in too deep, experiencing her first shock at her first act of defiance.

Since then, Amy unwillingly works for G.U.N alongside Shadow (and eventually Rouge too).

Despite the circumstances, Amy remains kind and compassionate toward the humans she works with.

She even won the hearts of some of the more compassionate agents who worked at G.U.N (unfortunately they couldn’t help as much as they wanted to).

She still retains hope that she find her hero, and they’ll put their heads together and get her out of this mess.

Until then, she begrudgingly obeys orders and tries her best to wait out the storm (and maybe try to find her way out).

Shadow is the opposite of Amy, he is a lot colder and sometimes even aggressive towards other humans (especially G.U.N. Operatives).

He just works with G.U.N. For his own means to an end ( like the game shadow has amnesia and his memories have been tampered went to exact his revenge on humanity for Maria’s sake).

Despite his cold nature toward those around him, he forms a genuine bond with Amy Rose (and eventually Rouge too).

Amy is one of the few people Shadow finds comfort and peace in despite her sometimes overwhelmingly bubbly and energetic personality.

He can’t help but be reminded of Maria whenever he catches Amy taking in every nook and cranny of what Earth has to offer whenever they’re on their missions.

G.U.N. Takes notice of this and eventually takes full advantage of this to keep Shadow in their control

Shortly after Shadow was released, Rouge arrived on Earth, her sights set on the legendary master emerald.

Fortunately, Rouge was able to keep her distance (and guard up) enough to not let G.U.N. pull something similar to Amy (much to Amy’s relief).

Rouge and G.U.N. Do strike a deal, if rouge works with them the emerald is her’s (at least it is what they lead her to believe)

The team officially form intending to apprehend Sonic and his friends

Throughout their missions and training sessions, Shadow and Amy's bond grows stronger along with their new teammate Rouge.

Shadow and Rouge form a friendship built on trust and respect.

While Amy and Rouge's friendship is rough around the edges (they bicker a lot), they do have some form of respect for each other (they kind of have a sister relationship going on that neither of them would admit).

Rouge eventually gets curious about what is in it for Amy working for G.U.N. Which gets Shadow curious. they both know Amy is not the type to work for these goons to get something out of it.

Amy hesitantly replies that she wanted to help them out, but things got… complicated, so now she’s here.

Amy doesn’t want to worry Shadow or appear weak to Rouge, nor does she want to get them too involved in her problems.

Shadow and Rouge are suspicious that there’s something more going on between Amy and G.U.N that she’s not telling them.

Sadly, their suspicions are confirmed when one of their missions goes wrong and Amy takes the brunt of the blame.

shadow and Rouge witness firsthand what the pack on Amy’s back is meant for, and they both don't like it one bit

Shadow steps in to stop them while Rouge comforts Amy the best she can

with the confirmation that not just Shadow but Rouge cares deeply for Amy, G.U.N. not so subtly threatens Shadow and Rouge that this could happen again if they aren't so compliant on their next mission.

As Shadow comforts Amy, his hatred for G.U.N and humanity has cemented if it wasn’t already. He promised himself that he would stop at nothing to get Amy out of this place and make every last one of these agents pay. Unbeknownst to him, Rouge had made a similar promise to herself (but not to the full extent of ending all of humanity).

Eventually, the team encounters their target Sonic heroes, which leads to a lot of conflict

Amy is certain that Sonic is the hero that she was destined to meet and that they should accept the help they are offering

Shadow disagrees, feeling that Sonic is nothing but an idiot who can’t save anyone (and besides he didn’t need saving).

Amy is willing to take that chance with Sonic and attempts to accept his help but Shadow quickly intervenes when he notices the two warning beeps and her pack starting to activate.

Before the final warning, shadow grabs Amy (unintentionally sending the message that Shadow is taking Amy hostage to the heroes and pissing Amy off).

Realizing that G.U.N would never let Amy go so easily (assuming that the pack would terminate her if she were to side with the enemy). Shadow decides to take a risk with the heroes.

Before Shadow Chaos controls away with his teammate/hostage, he gives the heroes a good look at Amy’s pack and glares down at the heroes stating “If you’re truly looking for someone to save then pay attention!”

Sonic and Knuckles are enraged by Shadow's cowardly and low action of taking the girl hostage to escape their fight.

That was until Tails showed his brother what unit managed to pick up on Amy.

The brothers are horrified by what could’ve happened if Shadow hadn’t intervened in time. They all agree to take things carefully when trying to help Amy.

Sonic wants to help Shadow reignite after learning what he is willing to do to save Amy (he was just gonna be a tough nut to crack).

Rouge later gives the heroes blueprints on the pack to aid them in safely getting Amy free

Eventually, thanks to the help of Rouge and Tails’ careful planning, they were able to free Amy from their control.

With Amy safe, Shadow finally initiates his revenge against G.U.N and humanity.

Amy isn’t having it, so she confronts Shadow who doesn’t understand why after everything the government/humans have put her through she would still defend them.

She calmly replies that yes, she has experienced the worst of humanity, but she also witnessed the good in humanity with her brief time on earth.

Amy’s heartfelt speech strikes a chord with Shadow, reminding him of his true promise to Maria.

Wanting to make things right Shadow makes a new promise to Amy before aiding Sonic in saving the world.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 7/23/24

i woke up at ass o'clock monday morning to find BOTH of my cats sleeping on the bed with me :') temporary peace and love on planet niceys

also read a book where my takeaway was that there are SO many opportunities in the world for evil engineering but not nearly enough for evil puzzle games

listening

my sister sent me ONE instagram reel/screencap of a tiktok and ive been muttering "emergency! emergency! paging DOCTOR BEAT!" under my breath for the past three days. alarmingly catchy remix of this gloria estefan song. this specific video below is pretty close but there are approximately eight zillion versions

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reading

Dark Wire by Joseph Cox (photo from here, description from the publisher's site).

The inside story of the largest law-enforcement sting operation ever, in which the FBI made its own tech start-up to wiretap the world, shows how cunning both the authorities and drug traffickers have become, with privacy implications for everyone. In 2018, a powerful app for secure communications called Anom took root among organized criminals. They believed Anom allowed them to conduct business in the shadows. Except for one thing: it was secretly run by the FBI.    Backdoor access to Anom and a series of related investigations granted American, Australian, and European authorities a front-row seat to the underworld. Tens of thousands of criminals worldwide appeared in full view of the same agents they were trying to evade. International smugglers. Money launderers. Hitmen. A sprawling global economy as efficient and interconnected as the legal one. Officers watched drug shipments and murder plots unfold, making arrests without blowing their cover. But, as the FBI started to lose control of Anom, did the agency go too far?   A painstakingly investigated exposé, Dark Wire reveals the true scale and stakes of this unprecedented operation through the agents and crooks who were there. This fly-on-the-wall thriller is a caper for our modern world, where no one can be sure who is listening in. 

i really liked this one! cox did a really good job of slowly unfurling the extremely technical details as they became relevant, instead of one horrible infodump near the beginning, and has a real gift for humanizing little anecdotes that illustrate the concept. he's also dryly funny in a very british way, eg the transition between one paragraph describing a very talented olive oil salesman and his lifestyle to how that olive oil processing covered up drug labs with the sentence "But Catanzariti didn't stay with olives; he pivoted instead to methamphetamine." i loooooove reading about how the drug trade gets around customs. i love edge cases and figuring out why things fail. i truly think some of the finest materials engineers of our time are out there trying to figure out how to get cocaine into australia.

this is deeply reported in a way that's very different from a lot of popsci and pop-history books that annoy me: this is NOT a book where it feels like the author is simply padding out a wikipedia page, supplemented with articles he's already written. he's been on this beat since 2016 and it shows: he has quotes from hundreds of people on many sides of the drug war. something i also appreciate is that cox is not automatically, rabidly pro-cop; he does not gloss over the very real tortures and kidnappings and all the other nasty realities of the global drug trade, and frequently shows how much overreach and entrapment took place during this whole endeavor. i particularly liked a chapter where he flipped back and forth from various law enforcement officials assuring him they of course complied with all relevant privacy laws and blacklisted anyone using it for simple secure communications, and lawyers telling cox "no the cops very much did spy on my privileged communication with my clients and i know this because these texts came up in court". also gratifying to read about some cases overturned or thrown out, in the odd case a judge decided it looked too much like entrapment.

i feel like i devoured this book SO fast but it's a solid 352 pages in hardcover. i also had to wait a good two months on the libby holds lists so there is strong interest in this book! good for cox!

how did i find this book: it's austin underscore walker's fault. they used to be coworkers at vice and cox and three others broke off last year to found 404 Media, which has had an absolutely crazy amount of real-world impact for the size (again! four people!) and how long they've been around. rip vice. wish u did better by your people.

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watching

watched Hercules (1997, dir. Clements & Musker) with my bestie's five year old. i did not grow up with disney movies and don't really have a nostalgic affinity for them but this shit holds up! i like how meg has the silhouette of a greek vase

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playing

powerwash simulator has a new free DLC out! we get to go to the aquarium and wash some exhibits and wash the research submarine!!! VERY soothing. took me a good solid two hour podcast episode to clean the exhibits.

the temporary summer event in genshin impact is very darling this year-- there are big indie game vibes and unlocking every chest is a little more complicated or has a little bit more story attached than usual. very excited to see if this continues with the next big update that introduces a whole new land.

i also like that they've picked An Art Style to work with-- everything is very toy-like or origami. not that genshin doesn't have a distinct art style, but playing around with something less realistic is fun!

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making

look im going to have to add a cross stitch update to the morning reblog. the lighting in here is simply Not Good Enough

[addledmongoose]

Good Omens Fanfic Friday (16 Aug 2024)

The Crawly Chronicles (series) (179K; Rated M/T/E) by @theladydrgn and @sylwritesstuff

Human AU (sorta). It's Venom...but Good Omens, and written by my favorite writing duo, ladydragona and SylWritesStuff. Aziraphale is the intrepid but stepped-upon reporter. Crowley is the alien symbiote (called Crawly) who attaches to him. The M-rating in the first story is due to quite a bit of violence (within the canon of the movies).

"Crawly" is the first of the four-part series and while this particular story is friendship-only, Aziraphale is starting to have some feelings for his symbiote. It stays platonic; it's only when you get to the sequel that things take a turn for the E-rated. You can read the first one as a standalone if you're not interest in the romance/sex angle.

When Aziraphale Fell, reporter for The Daily Messenger, is tasked with a simple story on smuggling, he isn't expecting to find out that Lightbringer, Inc. has been experimenting on something that could be an animal, an oil slick, or something else entirely.

He especially isn't expecting that being to come home with him and change his entire life.

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The Mind, the Memory, and the Demon (64K; Rated T)

This was so gorgeous and romantic, even as it was wrapped up in a horror story. Their love leaps off the page.

After the Armageddon-that-wasn't, Crowley has found himself a new hobby: scaring ghost hunters, sowing mild discord, harmless fun.

But when an old castle turns out to be an actual demon's lair, and a new Principality seeks Aziraphale for advice on humanity, things start escalating rapidly. An ancient demon is a threat they weren't prepared to face, and eventually the only chance to save a certain former Guard of the Eastern Gate is to literally dive into his mind and traverse his memories from times past...

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Lost and Found (32K; Rated E) by @southernfriedamy

Human AU. Another quality human AU by MissUnderstoodLyrics. I love how competent and confident Aziraphale is here.

Former FBI agent turned park ranger Aziraphale Eastgate thought he’d found solace in the quiet forest that was once his childhood refuge. But his peace is shattered when his long-lost friend Crowley reappears after fifteen years, dragging him back into a world he thought he’d left behind.

Now a rock star entangled in the dark underworld of the music industry, Crowley seeks Aziraphale’s help to expose the corruption threatening his life. He claims he's being framed, but can he convince his former best friend and one-time lover of his innocence? Their complicated history looms large, casting shadows of doubt on both of them.

Joined by fierce and dedicated journalist Ana, tech-savvy hacker Newt, and junior park ranger Muriel, the group races to uncover the truth before it destroys them all. As they delve deeper into the conspiracy, Crowley and Aziraphale must confront their past and decide if they can ever truly trust each other again.

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The Voice of the Lion Was Heard in the Land (22K; Rated T)

Human AU. Az and Tony are voice actors on a popular children's show until a homophobic campaign destroys Tony's career. This one made me cry a little, though it does have a happy ending.

[blu-ish]

PROJECT SELENE AU ESSAY SHJSHSJ

[PRESS START]

It was Eggman's most ingenious plan yet. And it didn't even require breaking the world apart! Everything was set into place. All under the watchful eye of his old colleague, Agent Stone.

Dr. Eggman was--to put it lightly, old. His creations, zany, more than usual. His mind... t h e r e.

But his plan would work, it HAD to work... because if it didn't, he knew he wouldn't have it in him to try again. "It's been too long..." Sage would whisper, "Please, rest."

Stone never told him to quit, Stone continued to encourage him. Stone... wanted him to succeed.

So where did it all go wrong?

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This AU takes place in the somewhat distant future; around 20 years.

Sonic is now in his "prime times" as he likes to call them. After his last scrap with the egghead left him... well, without a leg. He really took a "step" back to revaluate his life choices. And figure out more leg puns to cope--

You see, Eggman was.. losing it, everyone noticed; and to the surprise of some, Sonic wanted to help him. To let him down easy, to offer him help to live the rest of his life honestly...

He didn't want--

He was so sure he would've never needed too... but--

He killed him.

It was an accident. He killed him. He killed someone. He didn't mean too, please, please, please.

The world cheered. He promised, he promised, he promised, HE PROMISED H E R.

Sonic was no tech wizz, but he faintly remembers Tails mentioning something about the whole egg network shutting down not soon after his defeat, DEATH. All the badniks he grew up scrapping shut down. Every single one. I'm so sorry Omega, Tails will think of something.

Eggman saw how the chaos emeralds teleported the Ark away from the Earth all those years ago. So he planned to do it again, this time, he would teleport the Earth itself, from the safety of his egg fleet, from the ARK. If any of the world leaders refused his rule, then the Earth would simply blip away.

It was insane.

Sonic should've known it was a trap.

But it was too late.

He was trapped. He was scared.

He couldn't let the chaos emeralds fall into his hands. his cold hands.

So Sonic shattered them.

And he fell. Along with the airship above him, along with the cannon, along with pieces of the ARK. Along with the feeling in his left leg. Everything was gone.

Shadow was there, holding Sonic after he fell from space, like if he let go Sonic would vanish. He'd never seen his rival so, s c a r e d. Asking why, how he could be so foolish.

There were a lot of things left unsaid that day.

He felt lost.

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The chaos emeralds were destroyed, with no temples to revive them, they were drained of all their energy and thrown away like worthless pebbles by anyone who were too naive to know what they truly hold.

Agent Stone knew better though.

Like the doctor, he wasn't too good with... biological engineering.

Trust him when he says he's looked, endlessly for any other option.

But alas, the Gaia manuscripts... the Echidnas... Chaos...

All sing the same tune.

The emeralds needed a living vessel to survive.

How bothersome.

With the network shut down and no time to revive her it right now, he looked for a more suitable option.

Luckily G.U.N had some spare scientists he could, "borrow".

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Dr. Sunniside was more than eager to assist, not like her life was on the line or anything. She found the project fascinating, as well as terrifying.

When word got out that she had collected a singular emerald that still contained whatever little chaos power was left. The last thing she thought was a well dressed "gentleman" kidnapping her and her team; forcing them to stay in their own forsaken lab in the middle of nowhere-- to create a biological creature that could potentially restore the other 6... wherever they were.

Why did he need them?

She wasn't getting paid to ask, not like she was getting paid at all. Besides getting to live she supposed.

G.U.N had disbanded prior to whatever mess the world had found itself in yet again, her skills and intellect were "going to waste" as her new boss said it. Was anyone looking for them? Too many questions, not enough answers. Too little time...

They had no idea where to start, she knew Mobians themselves had a somewhat natural pull towards chaos energy. So they would start from there. And hope for the best results.

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Six...

Six failed attempts, and they were running out of supplies; out of whatever DNA they were given.

The semantics they were able to "borrow" from within what little worked of G.U.N's internal database, held familiar blueprints for a similar experiment.. ironically enough. Though old and unclear, it did hold a lot of research into something called chaos drives.

It took a couple years to perfect, but Dr. Sunniside and her team were able to mimic these drives to power whatever was left of the lab. And hopefully used on the project.

He was getting impatient.

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She wasn't sure what to do with what she was given.

A broken, robot?

She remembered seeing the wreckage live, the colossal pieces of advanced technology falling to the ground.

Nothing should have survived that explosion, much less be minorly intact.

Yet here it was, a oddly mobian shaped robot with blue chipped paint. Complete with a missing left leg. Must've been whatever was left of Robotnik's tech. Of course by now she had already pieced together Agent Stones her boss is involvement, as well as the metal robot.

She just wanted to go home.

It was almost impossible to turn it on, the metal mobian seemed to run on a very specific network; one that was strictly turned off.

With whatever little power they were able to divert to force its databank to work, Dr.Sunniside and her team had finally found the answer to all their problems.

Encrypted Biodata.

There were two instances, from what they could tell, where this machine copied living creatures biodata. Mobian biodata. Complete with the biological overlay they could use to create a stable lifeform.

The amount of chaos energy the machine had previously been able to withstand with the biodata was incredible.

No DNA required, it would be a copy.

This was their key out of here.

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The 7th experiment was a success.

It survived. When the infant was introduced to long exposure to the chaos emerald, it was able to handle the power extremely well; just like she predicted.

They deemed the lifeform, Selene. Regular updates were given to Stone as requested.

It took 5 years for Selene's development, the child was hedgehog in appearance, taking on the same green hue that the emerald gave off. The emerald used whatever was left of its energy to give its life to Selene.

The infant was given ring like bracelets that would work as cuffs in case of a emergency. They were magnetic in design, and when activated would stick its wearer to the metal walls that made up the lab. It was for her own good.

Next, she was handed her first sets of chaos drives.

She was told to absorb the chaos drives energy, and then redistribute it back. Selene had minor difficultly understanding, but adapted fast. As the years went on, she grew only more curious, asked more questions.. endless questions.

Where did she come from? Here, at home.

Why? Because she would do amazing things of course.

Like a superhero? Yes, exactly.

Dr. Sunniside didn't want to admit it, but she grew fond of the child. She missed her own. Her team grew tired, anxious, and Selene seemed to take notice. Dr. Sunniside knew the little one meant well, but the others didn't see her that way. They were trapped because of her.

It was the 8th year, that Stone finally requested a final update before he would come and arrange for everyone's release after he was handed the experiment. They silently cheered, they would not say a word, they wouldn't say a word.

Dr. Sunniside knew better.

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Selene wanted to be just like the superhero's she watched on her tablet. The tablet she totally didn't take from the storage room and wasn't secretly using to watch videos of things outside her home. Her tablet was only able to show nature documentary's and the News for some reason, but she thought it was awesome!

Her favorite one was the blue hedgehog, like her! He was so cool. He would travel around the world meeting all sorts of people, he put a smile on everyone's faces!

She just wished she could do the same with her friends here. They didn't seem happy. They didn't like her. She wanted to be liked. It's not fair.

Every day was the same, chaos drive this and testing that. It was so.. repetitive. I mean, she thought she would always want to help the doctor, and she did! Doctor Sunniside said she was helping people, she wanted to help, like him!

She just wished she could go outside, it looked nice.

Her pretty bracelets itched constantly, but she couldn't take them off, because Doctor Sunniside said that would be naughty. Selene was a good girl, good girls listened. She knew that.

But she didn't always listen.. so she continued watching all these videos, learning all these cool things. Because what else could she do.

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Each chaos drive gave Selene a boost of energy, just think what her reaction could be to restoring the chaos emeralds themselves?

Red chaos drives would improve her strength. It was given to her in moderation.

Yellow would improve her swimming ability. She didn't like to go too deep though..

Purple would increase her jump height, and distance.

Green was the most reactive, that would increase her speed. She was incredibly fast, she couldn't control it.

Each time she absorbed these drives, she wasn't always able to return the power, she struggled to restore them. She said it made her cuffs bracelets itch.

Her quills themselves would also react strangely to the chaos drives, they were naturally green because of the chaos emerald. But would momentarily change color given the specific chaos drive absorbed, fascinating.

It wouldn't be long now.

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The fools.

Stone sneered, staring at the wreckage of the lab. When he asked those goons to destroy the evidence everyone included he SPECIFICALLY said AFTER he had collected the project.

Now look at this mess.

He just hoped they hadn't damaged a certain part of the lab too much. He would need it to track down his investment. It better be alive.

Whatever was left of the Metal Sonic would have to do, he should've never left him here with these animals. But, beggars can't be choosers he supposed... once his years of work restoring the network was completed, and retrieving his missing piece, everything would be set into Stone.

For the return of the empire.

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Sonic wasn't expecting to find a kid out in the middle of the forest. But yet here we are.

She looked pretty rough, heck, it was like if the kid just escaped an explosion. He couldn't see any sign of one though..

The kid had stars in her eyes looking at him, nothing he wasn't already used to. The kiddos tended to be that way around him.

After a lot of head nods of yes's and no's.. Sonic put together that she was most definitely alone out here. Go figure.

No parents, no family, she seemed out of it. But whatever it was would have to wait, he wasn't just gonna leave a kid out here alone. He knew what that felt like all too well growing up.. man, she had to be around the same age Tails was all those years ago.

Sonic knew he and Shadow never talked about kids.. but its not like he was gonna keep her or anything. Yep nope totally not, he has never once gotten attached to a kid and raised them. Besides, Shads was out doing whatever, he hasn't seen his husband in a few months and it's not like they had a house.

They might've been legally married, but hell they weren't anything close to your average married couple. He loved it though, it worked for them both, with Shadow and Sonic out free to do whatever. He couldn't wait to see him again though.. he guessed he could always explain the random kid later. Oh well!

After taking the kid, who said her name was Selene, to Tails workshop. It took one explanation later for his lil brother genius to take a look at her, they needed to make sure she was alright after all.

Selene stayed relatively quiet for the most part, but slowly started asking all these questions, Tails happily giving her the answers.

The fox had labs almost everywhere around the globe, and traveled just as much as Sonic does.. it took some getting used to, but no matter how far away or tall the fox got, he would always be his kid. As he reminds him constantly for the hedgehogs own amusement.

After Eggman... vanished. His eggtech was left scattered wherever they were last placed or used, Tails had started a movement with some of his fellow "brainiacs" to reuse the badniks for helpful purposes and to reduce less waste. I mean they did see how self sufficient egg tech could be when freed from eggmans clutches.. like all those years ago on scrapnik island when they were kids. It took a while to earn public trust, but everything stayed smooth so far.

After a through check up, Tails said Selene suffered some minor cuts, bruises and burns but nothing serious. When asked again about what had happened.. Selene refused to answer, so they didn't pry. As long as the kids alright.

Tails had asked Sonic while Selene explored outside, what he planned to do. Sonic wasn't sure himself, it's not like the world was being constantly threated by some super evil weirdo anymore, besides the less super genius evil ones he's stopped now and again.

He guess it wouldn't hurt to take the lil one under his wing, until they found her a good home of course. It's not like he had no experience with taking care of a kid before. And he turned out pretty great in his professional opinion!

Tails agreed, while he didn't find anything wrong with Selene at first, he did have a funny feeling that there was more to her than she was letting on. Better to keep an eye just to be safe.

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Shadow was not expecting his meet up with Sonic to include a child. Yet here we are.

He had quit working for G.U.N years ago, soon after they disbanded. A small force was still allowed to operate under certain conditions, but it seemed like a lost cause to the hybrid.

Rouge still worked for them, he couldn't figure out why, she always complained back when they were younger how annoying she found them. Not to mention the history..

It was none of his business he supposed.

He does favors here and there for her, its the least he could do for, who he considers.. family. It took him a long time to consider anyone that.

He guessed time did change him.

Sonic and him had tied the knot years ago, they honestly didn't feel like ever getting married. Not due to anything specifically, but Shadow felt like they would just be repeating what they had already felt for each other.. why did everyone have to see it?

But, alas.. they were convinced, Sonic thought it would be funny to get married. Their family was overjoyed to attend, and it wasn't like Shadow got super into it and planned everything; the seating, venue, food, pictures, and--

Okay whatever it was fun he guessed.

He loved that idiot, more than his younger self ever imagined he would've..

He didn't want to leave his side after that incident.. Sonic was bedridden for what seemed like years to the blue blur. Shadow was devastated to see his husband so.. helpless. He should've been there, he should've been faster, why...

The couple always had endless hours of catching up to do when they finally met up, little did he know that came with a kid.

Shadow gave Sonic a firm brow, and after a hasty explanation of the situation. The hybrid was, confused.

The child, Selene. Gave off a strange energy, he wasn't sure if Sonic had felt it too. But something seemed.. off.

After a few days of private discussion, after camping out with her. They decided it was for the best they kept her, for now of course.

Shadow would only stay for the next month or so, G.U.N was going crazy with some accident that happened. Wouldn't be the first time he supposed.. but it sounded bad. Real bad, and he couldn't shake that feeling that it was more, way more than he realized.

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Selene couldn't believe it. She was outside, and it was even better than on the screen.

The grass was greener, the air was fresher, the ground was softer-- in some areas at least with.. what was it called? DIRT! Yeah! Dirt.

The next thing she couldn't believe was her luck, her role model had found her! He knew everything. He'd be able to help her! But...

she did something bad.. very bad, and now they were gone.. she hoped they were okay.. She tried to help, why couldn't she move, why was she stuck, who were those people...--

It wasn't very hero like...

His name was Sonic, and he was even cooler in person. She had already met all sorts of people, she couldn't wait to tell the doctor all about it when she finds her again.

Sonic had a super special partner too, named Shadow. She liked his stripes. They offered to take care of her for the time being, it was like she was dreaming.

But she needed to focus, she needed to find out what happened. She would need to tell them.. but, maybe not right now..

For now though, she wanted to see everything! Experience it all! She never felt more free, even more than when her bracelets fell off when she ran away from the rubble.

This was only the beginning.

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MissUnderstoodLyrics on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57764728/chapters/147017491

My canon-compliant series, Through the Ages, chronicles Aziraphale and Crowley's transition from foes to friends and eventually lovers, staying true to the essence of their story while taking a few small detours. Starting with their First Arrangement in 1020, the series continues through present day and into the future.

My Good Omens Human AUs: (all rated E)

The Weight of Memory, co-written with @searching4sarahtonin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59813134/chapters/152572600

In an alternate 14th century England, where magic is never far out of reach, Aziraphale is a nobleman, Crowley a thief, unlikely allies who find themselves drawn together despite societal and familial expectations. But their budding friendship, or perhaps something deeper, catches the attention of Earl Gabriel Herault, who desires Aziraphale for himself. Conspiring with a lovelorn accomplice, Gabriel casts a curse meant to tear them apart. When the spell backfires, Aziraphale and Crowley are forced to navigate an uncertain future with a heavy price. As they search for a way to break the curse, they find the strength of their bond tested in ways they never imagined.

Lost and Found

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57054787/chapters/145103314

Former FBI agent turned park ranger Aziraphale Eastgate thought he’d found solace in the quiet forest that was once his childhood refuge. But his peace is shattered when his long-lost friend Crowley reappears after fifteen years, dragging him back into a world he thought he’d left behind.

Now a rock star entangled in the dark underworld of the music industry, Crowley seeks Aziraphale’s help to expose the corruption threatening his life. He claims he's being framed, but can he convince his former best friend and one-time lover of his innocence? Their complicated history looms large, casting shadows of doubt on both of them.

Joined by fierce and dedicated journalist Ana, tech-savvy hacker Newt, and junior park ranger Muriel, the group races to uncover the truth before it destroys them all. As they delve deeper into the conspiracy, Crowley and Aziraphale must confront their past and decide if they can ever truly trust each other again.

The New Road (is an old friend)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54141106/chapters/137083375

Aziraphale, a pastor struggling with his faith, extends a lifeline to Crowley and his infant daughter, Mira, who seek refuge on his church's doorstep.

What begins as a simple act of kindness transforms into a growing connection between the three - each finding something they’ve never had before.

As their friendship deepens, Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves drawn to each other, yet hesitant to disrupt the tranquility of their newfound family dynamic and their relationships within their small town. They both want what’s best for Mira, and that means safety and stability, right?

However, their cautious security is disrupted by outside forces that challenge the foundation of their relationship and force them to confront their pasts, and what they really mean to each other.

The Shared Desk Dilemma

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53068954/chapters/134268547

In the hallowed halls of Eden University, professors Aziraphale Eastgate and Anthony Crowley share a desk but have nothing else in common—except for their knack for outwitting each other with escalating pranks that have the entire faculty taking sides. When the university president, in a desperate bid to restore peace, mandates a team-building retreat, the adversaries find themselves reluctantly sharing a room, and sparks fly.

Crowley can't stand the pompous, irksome Dr. Eastgate, and the feeling appears to be mutual, yet they can't seem to keep their hands off each other.

Trivia Night: A Love Story

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52613875/chapters/133085797

Crowley just moved to the States and has already been roped into the pub trivia competition for all of the King Street businesses, which they take very seriously.

He just wants to work and go home to his cat and his plants, but the promise of free drinks lures him to the first game, where he meets a gorgeous, witty, mischievous angel, and suddenly trivia night doesn't seem quite so bad.

There's a Place for Us

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52285054/chapters/132262846

In 1845 London, Crowley and Aziraphale are heirs to the city's two most powerful families, who are entrenched in an enduring feud. Each possesses invaluable gifts—Crowley, the art of manipulation, and Aziraphale, expertise in decryption and infiltration. Trained as spies and indoctrinated to despise each other since birth, they are tasked with uncovering a shared secret, forced to work together to satisfy their respective families.

As their covert missions unfold, an unexpected, passionate connection sparks, and they find themselves falling fast for each other - but it's a love neither family will abide ...

Love's Alibi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51811915/chapters/130992412

"Gay men cannot be friends. The sex part always gets in the way," Crowley had asserted.

“I guess we aren't going to be friends, then,” was Aziraphale's response.

When Harry Met Sally, but with our favorite duo and smut.

The Haven

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51662077/chapters/130596373

In a vibrant LGBTQ+ youth shelter, A.J. Crowley passionately advocates for mistreated kids, particularly his teenage transgender cousin who is currently under his wing. Enter Aziraphale 'Ezra' Fell, a dedicated social worker, new to town after a bad breakup, aiming to mend broken families. Their paths cross when one of Ezra's cases leads him to Crowley's shelter. What starts as a conflict of ideals turns to a powerful attraction, and they find themselves entangled in a battle risking not only their professional ethics but also the very things they cherish most.