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[armed-saphire]

idk why but i just thought mgsv ocelot was unable to run or be really that physically active so when he ran i was so shocked

[eebie]

it dont stop coming

[archangeldyke-all]

PARAMEDIC SEV MEETING HER WIFE AND SAVIN MG HERRRRRRRREEEEEE

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men and minors dni

you never should've agreed to babysit for silco and vander.

so what if it's their anniversary and they haven't had a dinner date all year. it's their own damn fault for deciding to have four fucking kids. you don't know what you were thinking agreeing to this-- but you're certainly paying the consequences now.

claggor hasn't been too bad-- doing his homework at the counter as you cooked dinner, helping you figure out where they store their spices and pots.

mylo was alright in the beginning, but as the night grew on and he started getting tired, he started getting grumpy and irritable.

jinx is always up to trouble-- she's been trying to trip you up all night, cackling each time you barely muffle a curse as you stumble.

and now, you've caught vi sneaking a girl into her room.

"violet, how do you even have a girlfriend, you're ten!" you shout.

"i'm eleven, and cait's not my girlfriend. she's just my bestie. and we practice kissing with each other sometimes." vi says with a shrug.

"what made you think you could have her over here tonight?!" you ask.

vi shrugs. "she comes over every wednesday, dads just haven't caught her yet."

you groan.

"i-i can leave." the posh girl in front of you offers. you heave a sigh.

"no, stay, i can't let you walk home in the dark. i'll drive you home when the old men get back, alright?"

vi grins and slams the door in your face.

you turn around just in time to dodge a shoe flying down the hall. behind you, it smacks mylo in the back of the head.

"what the fuck!" the boy shouts, turning around with a glare. jinx giggles from the other end of the hall. you want to cry.

"please just go to your rooms." you whine.

mylo just growls, grabbing the nearest small object and flinging it back at jinx.

only-- he's grabbed a letter opener, sitting by a pile of mail.

you gasp as the sharp object goes whizzing by your face-- headed straight to jinx's chest.

and before you know what's happening-- you're reaching out and snatching the object out of the air.

for a second, it's silent-- mylo and jinx both shocked by your quick thinking and the dangerous situation you all narrowly avoided. then, jinx shrieks.

"you just tried to kill me!"

"i thought it was just a pen!" mylo defends. "you threw dad's shoe at my head!"

"it was his house slipper! it barely hurt."

"oh, i'm gonna fuckin' kill y-- you're bleeding." mylo says.

jinx blinks, the argument forgotten as she looks over at you.

it takes you a few moments to realize that the kids are talking to you. you blink down at your hand, gasping when you find it covered in blood, trickling steadily onto the floor.

"oh. shit." you whisper. the pain hits you all at once and you take a sharp breath. "oh shit." you whine.

"w-what do we do?" jinx asks. you walk to the kitchen, mylo and jinx following close behind you, both of them nervous and worried about you.

"gotta run it under some water and see how deep the cut is." you whisper, placing your hand under the running tap.

you and the kids wait anxiously for the water to run clear, but it stays consistently red.

mylo cringes. "i think you cut something important." he mutters.

you gulp, the shock and adrenaline of the injury wearing off, leaving you shaky and very aware of how much blood you're losing.

"should i call dad?" jinx asks softly.

there's a shriek in the hall, and claggor comes sprinting into the kitchen, concern on his face. "what happened?!" he shouts.

you grunt. "i caught a knife."

claggor's eyes only widen more, and then he's pulling out his cellphone. "i'm calling an ambulance."

you, jinx, and mylo groan. "no! there's no need for the fuss." you try to argue.

claggor walks over to the sink, gagging at the sight of your hand. "there's a puddle of blood in the hall! and you're still bleeding!"

"'m fine." you mumble, getting a little dizzy. claggor groans.

"mylo, take her to the couch and lay her down. jinx, call dad."

"y'r a good kid." you mumble, ruffling claggor's hair with your uninjured hand as mylo guides you to the living room.

jinx brings you a glass of water as you wait.

you, jinx, and mylo sit on the couch-- your hand held over a bucket to catch all your blood-- watching claggor pace a hole in the carpet.

vi and her girlfriend only decide to see what the commotion is about when an ambulance pulls up out front.

you feel stupid and overwhelmed and your hand really fucking hurts, but you really don't want to cry in front of all your nieces and nephews.

and then, because the universe hates you, the most attractive woman you've ever seen in your life ends up being your paramedic.

jinx answers the door. you want to die when you see the angel standing on the porch. "someone called about a stabbing?" the woman asks.

you chuckle. "let her in jinx." the woman and her partner walk into silco and vander's home-- her eyebrows raising just a bit at the sight of you and the gaggle of children surrounding her. "not a stabbing. a knife thrown and caught." you say.

"really!?" vi asks, just now catching up on the drama of the night.

"yeah, because mylo tried to fucking kill me!" jinx shouts.

mylo groans. "how many times do i have to tell you i thought it was a pen! and you started it!"

you might actually start crying now. you're in so much pain, you're so overwhelmed, and you probably look gross as hell right now in front of this goddess of a paramedic, who's kneeling in front of you with a concerned look as she gently grabs your wrist.

"ran, why don't you take the kids out to the backyard and play a game? give us a little more space to work in here." the woman says to her partner.

ran grins. "you kids like freeze tag?" they ask.

the kids all burst into excited chatter, following ran out to the back of the house. you sigh in relief.

"thank you."

"i'm guessing they're not your kids?" the woman in front of you asks. you laugh, loud and surprised. you suppose it's better than crying.

"oh, fuck no! i'm their aunt, which i don't usually mind, unless it means i have to fuckin' babysit." you pout. "the tallest girl with the blazer on isn't even theirs. caught her sneakin' in to see the redhead. apparently they're besties who practice kissing." you say with a roll of your eyes.

the woman in front of you laughs. "i had a few of those back in the day." you gulp, your eyes bulging out of your head at her words. she looks back up at you with concern.

"does it hurt?" she asks. you blink, not understanding what she's referencing before you finally remember your hand. the hand she's gently cleaning with alcohol.

"you like women?" you ask miserably. the woman in front of you blinks.

"...yes?" she asks. "is that a prob--" you burst into tears before she can continue. "woah-- what, hey! what's happening? does it hurt? are you okay?"

"sorry, sorry!" you cry, waving away her concern and covering your face with a hand. "fuck this is humiliating. ignore me." you cry.

she blinks. "this is the weirdest homophobic reaction i've ever gotten."

you laugh, snot and tears flowing freely as you giggle. "no!" you squeak. "no, that's not-- just fuckin'-- of course you're a hot lesbian. i get all dressed up every weekend and go out lookin' for someone and i get nothing. i cut my fuckin' hand open after chasing kids around all day and the universe sends me the hottest woman i've ever seen. and she's a lesbian. and i'm soaked in sweat and blood and i'm pretty sure i smell like pre-teen armpits." you cry.

the woman in front of you cackles, her pretty silver eyes sparkling as she starts wrapping up your hand. "just a little. but i smell like vomit." she says with a shrug. you giggle and wipe up your tears.

"sorry." you say again. she smiles at you.

"it's okay. you're cute. 'specially now that i know you're into me and not, y'know. a bigot."

you giggle, shaking your head. "don't flirt with me." you scold. the woman beside you laughs.

"you started it!"

"i did not! i was having an emotional breakdown and you were accusing me of homophobia. i don't even know your name!"

"sevika." she says with a sweet smile. "my name's sevika. and, for the record, you're hot soaked in sweat and blood." sevika says with a shrug.

you grin. "do i need stitches?" you ask.

sevika shakes her head no. "it was bleeding a lot, but you didn't cut too deep. just keep the bandages on for a the night and change 'em out tomorrow. you should be healed up in a few days. i'll give you some cream-- if you get infected or irritated, or it doesn't heal; go to the ER."

you nod. "does that mean you're leaving, now?"

she chuckles. "worried about the kids?"

"no, well, now i am now that you mention it." you say. sevika laughs. "i was just..." you trail off.

sevika's just doing her job. she's fucking fantastic at it-- but that's all this is. she kept you talking to keep you distracted, she flirted a bit so the pain wouldn't be so bad, and now she's leaving.

"you were just what?" she asks.

you shrug. "it's inappropriate."

"can't be as bad as the old man who answered his door naked for us earlier today." she says with a shrug. you giggle.

"maybe i could get your number? in case i need help changing the bandages."

sevika grins. "yeah? that's why?" she asks with a raise of her eyebrow.

you giggle and shrug. "and maybe so i can show you how nice i clean up. take you out to dinner as a thank you."

"yeah, alright. i could be into that." sevika agrees.

you grin, then scramble for a piece of paper and a pen, eagerly handing sevika the scrap of paper. she pockets it with a sweet, shy smile.

her and ran take off a few minutes later, and silco and vander get home right after. it takes you an hour to catch them up with the events of the night: informing them of their children's petty feuds, that their daughter has a girlfriend, and that they've got a giant puddle of blood to clean up outside their room. they thank you, and with a promise that you'll never have to babysit again, you finally head home.

it's been a crazy night. you're exhausted. the moment you get home, you crawl in bed, ready for sleep.

but right before you drift off, your phone buzzes.

it's sevika, the hot lesbian.

you grin. another text comes through.

i got this weekend off, wanna treat me to that dinner you were talking about?

you end up staying up the rest of the night, texting the paramedic and giggling like you imagine vi does when she's on the phone with cait.

alright... maybe this night wasn't all that bad...

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[occamstfs]

Marichismo

Allen, a smug engineering student, finds himself seeking shelter from the storm in a museum for Latin American art. By the time it clears up it's safe to say he'll have a more than healthy appreciation for the arts.

Might've gotten away from me a tad but I think it turned out quite well! Latino Race and Cultural change, MG and language change ahead. Also a couple more people have hopped onto my Challenge since I last mentioned it! Otherwise, espero que disfrutes! -Occam

Allen was on a side of the campus he’s never quite made it a point to explore. In undergrad and in his Masters of Engineering program so far there has simply never been a need for him to venture too far from the engineering building or the architecture library. That is until his partner on a superfluous project requested he venture into the no man’s land that holds the campus’ main library, one that runs absolutely rampant with students he sees as far beneath him.

Even worse than simply venturing beyond his comfort zone, as soon as the pair have wrapped up their progress for the day, heading off on their less than merry ways, it begins to rain. As the first raindrops begin to fall, Allen scoffs at himself for being anything less than optimally prepared. Before he’s able to reflect too deeply, the snobbish student clenches his tech-filled book bag to his chest and sprints into the nearest building, apathetic to whatever space he noisily barges into.

Before his eyes can adjust to the dim light of the new space he finds himself in, Allen hears a crack of thunder as the heavens open up behind him. Sighing in relief at successfully staying dry, Allen keeps his guard up, eying the lobby of whatever building this is that he’s never deigned to step into before now. He grimaces as he finds himself in an art museum. He does not like art museums. It’s not so much that Allen sees himself as above fine art, it’s- well no it is that. Immediately, he begins scanning the lobby for a power outlet so he may continue working while he waits out the downpour.

Head shoved under a lobby bench Allen ignores a caution sign as he forces his charger in, causing an inevitable shock that forces out a less than respectful expletive in this place of introspection. He eyes the empty room around him, slightly grinning at just how barren the lobby is. Clearly he’s not the only one apathetic to this nonsense. Shaking his hand to reawaken its nerves, he hears the clicking of footsteps against the gallery floor as a small woman walks around the corner carrying a stack of books that block her view. Allen eyes a handful of escape routes to hide from the older woman before lightning strikes once more and she trips over in shock, dropping her small stack of books, “¡Dios Mio!”

Judgemental asshole Allen may be but heartless he is not. Setting down his bag with a sigh and a roll of the eyes, the student walks over to help the older woman gather herself. Barely avoiding reflexively chiding his elder as he offers her a hand, he helps her up. The attendant pushes a large pair of glasses up her nose and squints at him with a kind smile, “Ah! Gracias, gracias mijo.” She pulls herself up on Allen’s hand and he cringes back as some kind of aftershock of static goes up his arm. Thankfully it doesn’t seem to affect her. Dusting herself off, she does a double take at Allen and adjusts her glasses, “¿Qué te trae aqui hoy, mijo? (What brings you in today dear?)

Allen hesitates, blowing air as he tries to understand why this woman thinks he knows spanish. Scratching the back of his head he finally looks to see the text blazoned across the front desk, El Gustavo Ramirez Museo De Arte Latinoamericano. Putting two and two together as he is ever so proud of doing, Allen immediately apologizes for intruding. “So sorry uh, Ma’am. I didn’t mean to wander into your, uh, space.” gesturing to the woman and the building around him in a manner to distinguish it not so much as beneath him but as an other. Something that is simply a bridge too far for him to gap. “This place isn’t for me so I think I’ll go ahead and step out.” Thunder peels before he can start to gather his things, immediately reminding him why he is in here at all. 

The older woman also relents, switching to English since, despite some instinct saying otherwise, the man before her clearly speaks only english. “Ah don’t you worry yourself mijo. The museum is for all, para todos. Free with your student ID,” she tacks on with a wink. Allen smiles uncomfortably, baring teeth enough that it could be mistaken as a grimace. 

He can’t just tell this old lady that he hasn’t a thought to spare, in his mind: waste, on the collections behind her. Still he doesn’t want to make conversation indefinitely waiting for the storm to clear either. Fearful of the outlet he’s used thus far he convinces himself there must be one hiding somewhere in the exhibition hall. He’ll just pacify her with entry and go find some place in between ostentatious paintings and droll statues to insert himself and get some actual work done.

Producing his ID wordlessly, he hands it to the elderly woman and she quickly shuffles behind her desk to type his name into some registry. Handing it back with a smile she leaves her hand hanging for a shake, “Wonderful to meet you Allan! Soy Lupe Carvajal. But you can call me abuelita, mijo!” Pocketing his ID with a dismissive laugh he notices not that his name is apparently misspelled on his ID card, instead he packs his charger up and shakes Lupe’s hand. “Hah. Uhm, whatever you say Mrs. Carvajal.” Her hand is wrinkled and frail but surprisingly warm, as if his hand were receiving the full body experience of a hug in but a single shake. 

“You know Allan, I must have thought you know spanish because you look quite like my nieto, my grandson.” Allan puffs his cheeks to bite his tongue, holding a picture in his mind of what this granny’s descendants must look like and knowing there’s simply no permutation that lands at himself. She continues, “Es un joven fuerte! Haha!” She does a little bicep pose which allows Allan to understand exactly what she means without her translating. He shyly smiles looking down at his own thin arms and wondering why this lady seems to be mocking him. After doing her bit, Lupe moves to sit at the desk and pulls a book off her stack, “You just let me know if you need anything mijo, si?” Allan nods and reflexively responds, “Si ab- Mrs. Carvajal.”

Odd taste in his mouth at almost calling this random woman grandmas she asked, he shakes it off and wanders into the exhibit hall, decidedly less worried about using her museum’s resources to his own ends. It has probably been over a decade since anyone was able to drag him into an art museum. Even then was he vehemently against wasting his time visiting. He just didn’t get art, and not for not trying. It’s just, aggravating that some people can get so much from some splotches of paint and he just sees a picture on some paper. Feeling himself get riled up he turns to the exhibit hoping for some distraction, which he finds in an elaborate statue of some dog. himself. 

Allan stands beside a huichol coyote covered in beads about two feet high. Spotlighted in the dim gallery he circles it like a predator, inspecting the bright beaded beast from every angle. See this he gets. This took time, this took care. Leaning in close the warmth of the overhead light pleasantly burns the top of his head. Absorbed by the shimmering light off the beads, Allan is unaware as his hair suddenly begins to lengthen. The buzz he has always kept short for sheer manageability begins to curl over his ears, growing warm even quicker as it tints darker. Not quite black but certainly not the blonde shade he was always happy to keep despite his spending as few hours outside as possible.

Before curls can begin to crest over his forehead, his face is not spared the glare of the spotlight. Immediately as his olive eyes glaze over, absorbed into the intricate stitched patterns they begin to stain darker. The jade he has always seen in his own reflection shades darker ever so slightly. Not brown. No he doesn’t have brown eyes, they’re just hazel? His eyebrows match the suddenly darkened hair on his head as he stands staring at the beast. Not expanding to cover more of his face but growing thicker, denser. Almost as if to shade his eyes from the light. His lips thicken as a grin begins to tinge his face. Reaching up Allan feels stubble begin to prickle his chin and upper lip, as if he spent time shaving this morning. 

Allan moans contentedly as he gives in and reaches fully into the spotlight to touch the coyote. Rules and codes of propriety fall to the wayside as he reaches beyond the realm of rationality to touch the statue of the trickster. His hands burn as they tint ever so slightly darker under the glare of the spotlight. As soon as his middle finger feels the warmth of the first bead he recoils in shock. “Q- What?!” He falls onto his ass, no time to inspect his decidedly browner hands as the commotion made immediately summons Abuelita Lupe. The elderly attendant meanders as quickly as she can into the showroom, “¿Qué pasó Alan?” Alan flexes his hand in shock. Whatever just happened it can’t be his fault.  Surely he didn’t just unprompted mess with some artifact on display. “I, um? No sé?” He pauses, unsure of what he just said, nonsense he thinks. “I mean um, I’m not sure?”

Lupe goes to help him up with what little strength she can muster only for him to wave her off, sure that she would only get in the way. He finds standing takes more effort than usual as he does so with a grunt. Nervously patting him on the back, Lupe asks him if he’s alright after the spill, buzzing around him with concerned pleasantries. Alan doesn't quite hear her as he instead inspects his own body. His clothes are tighter. He stretches and pulls at them, presuming them to just be falling weird on him after the fall. But close inspection shows otherwise. Looking at his cardigan it is clearly strained by his chest and stomach. Blushing at the idea he’s put on weight, Alan crosses his arms and notices how snugly his arms fill the sleeves, how his wrists hang out further than they should, not only that but they are unmistakably darker. Not brown, but without a doubt a few shades darker than his usual porcelain tone.

Recovering from being lost in his thoughts he looks to find Lupe staring, “Oh! Lo, uh sorry. Did you uh, ask me something Senora Carvajal?” Looking down at a sharper angle than he did earlier, he sees the abuela looking at his head with a tilt. “Did you do something different with your hair mijo?” eyes narrowing with concern and suspicion he thrusts his hair into his new curls. He immediately gasps in shock before reconsidering. This is how he’s always looked right? 

Thank god his hair is naturally curly so he can just leave them as they fall without much ado. He smiles and shakes his head at Lupe and she nods happily in return. Reaching up she puts her small hand on his bicep and squeezes it, Alan can barely hear her as he is struck with just how powerful his arm seems next to her small hand as she continues, “Well I like it mijo.” With that she aways and leaves Alan be. Having the floor to himself his expression grims as he pulls out his phone to look for a picture of himself. Something is off. His mind tells him everything is normal. When he looks at his hands he sees them as they have always been right? Why would he have a buzz cut when his hair is so naturally nice? Something in his gut screams out that something unnatural is going on. His camera roll should hold proof. Going through his phone he barely holds back a gasp that would surely summon the docent back as he is immediately greeted by a folder of his own nudes.

“Que chingado…” He whispers under his breath as his face burns redder than the scarlet beads on the coyote. He didn’t take these did he? Zooming in he is once more floored to see tattoos on his body. Looking down at his arm he sharply inhales as there's a sting and suddenly his wrist matches the image on his phone. Or no. He’s had that tattoo for years?

 Aghast at himself he still feels he wouldn’t have taken these photos of himself. Vain in many ways, his appearance is not one of them. He wonders if he’s been set up or hacked or something before he reminds himself no one would be able to do so without his knowledge. He’s a pro after all. Mind going to his technical skills, his chest puffs with pride as it grows to match the one he finds in the nudes soft-core and otherwise on his phone. Alan quickly shoves it in his pocket, finding it a much tighter fit than when he retrieved it. 

Looking around nervously, he walks close to the coyote once more. Narrowing his eyes he feels new memories come to mind from his childhood. Memories of hearing story after story of the trickster, he tilts his head as the slightest whiff of something amiss hides behind them. Staring into the eyes of the beast with suspicion the image of reading Greek mythologies by himself fades away to be replaced by his mother telling him stories from her own childhood. The coyote playing tricks and la Llorona terrorizing their little town just to make sure he stays in line. Alan smiles as he shakes out of the reverie, my mom wasn't morena was she? Headache rising as seconds pass standing near the beast he wanders away, muttering to himself without awareness, “didn’t want him in the main hall anyway.”

His hair continues to thicken and curl darker as he moves deeper into the exhibition space. Scratching at his stubble lost in thought he finds it defining itself into a goatee with a matching mustache. His phone still unlocked in his pocket shifts displays his form as he continues to change unawares. He feels himself begin to sweat intensely as his cardigan grows even tighter. His body decides to ramp up his masculinity as he starts to outright swell with muscle. His whole body twitches larger as he briefly recalls Lupe playfully flexing, “un joven fuerte!” He clicks his tongue and grins as he sees his biceps strain his sweater, almost enough to see his button up through the threads. He fights back a smirk feeling his shirt underneath hug the sides of his chest as his soldiers expand. Feeling his thicker pits start to sweat through said shirt and into the jacket he resolves to remove the cardigan.

His struggled grunts echo through the museum space as he struggles to get the cardigan off over his chest. The sound of fabric tearing rips through the room as stitches finally give way down the whole front of the garment, his pecs bursting larger into the open air. The top few buttons of his dress shirt also explode open as he is finally freed from the constricting sweater, “ayy dios- fuck…” He whispers to himself as he appreciates the ice cold air of the museum on his sweaty skin. The white dress shirt may as well be sheer with his sweat soaking it, allowing any gawkers to easily see tattoos running down his arm and the nipples almost poking through the shirt.

Only briefly does he wonder why he’s not self conscious about being exposed in the gallery before he notices a side-exhibition hall. “Ah si, uh. The temporary exhibit,” he whispers dreamily. Keeping quiet as any respectful museum-goer does. Though he doesn’t quite have the bodily awareness to mute his increasingly loud footsteps, each one growing louder as his upper body expands. He looks up to read the title of the exhibit as the sound of his shoulders widen enough to tear the back of his button up. Marichismo: Taking Back Latino Masculinity. He smirks as he finds the idea compelling, he’s uh, not hispanic of course. Nor has he ever been intrigued by ‘art’ in the slightest, he thinks. But something draws him deeper. Something pulls him further. Something in him begs for more.

His pants creak as he crosses the threshold into the new space, his ass expanding beyond the pale. Similarly does his crotch demand both more room and his attention as Arlad is immediately face to face with a deliberately provocative statue. The blush burning his face is just as soon hidden as his tan grows darker as he’s overwhelmed by everything in front of him. It’s as if Tom of Finland were Chicano. Bulges beyond belief force their way out at every angle. Rigid thick mustaches hang stoic on every face as Arlad feels his own stubble grow darker, thicker, itchier.

The student is torn between instincts, just as he feels increasingly torn between two worlds. His body continues ballooning and his shirt bursts clean off, buttons scatter to the floor and sharp tears launch down his arms. He can’t help but hungrily scan the floorspace as the bright lights bore into him, exposing him as if he were a piece of art on display. He looks down just in time to see his cock burst large enough to blow his zipper out which only addles his mind further, “Tal vez, just a minute…” He wanders into the exhibit hall proper as his eyes finally make the jump into a rich chocolate brown. He trips over his feet, gasping as he feels them stuffed uncomfortably tight in his oxfords before kicking off the shoes altogether. Just as soon do his pants rip off and he is left almost entirely nude in this exhibit hall.

His mouth hangs open as his cock acts almost like a dowsing rod in between pieces. The language in which Arcad thinks rapidly begins to change altogether, already a bilingual medley, with each starved look at photographed vaqueros or bulge forward paintings does English drift farther away. Maintaining fluency in both of course, the man would never let that tongue take predominance over that of his madre y su madre before her. His pecs pump even larger with pride as thick curls begin itching up from his crotch. He scratches at his stomach as he smirks at his body finally getting on brand. This whole show is about displaying masculinity and he needs to be the apex. He needs…

Arcad twitches as these definitive thoughts cut through the fog in which he has been going about. Why does he care so much about this place? He doesn’t like art. Certainly not this uh smut. He twitches as he argues that being provocative is the point, sexualization of the male form is the point. Why could he know that? How does he know anything about this exhibit? Looking around at the photographs he sees men who are almost a parody of masculinity. Fighting back the overwhelming pervasive horniness issuing forth from balls bulging larger he takes a deep breath and ignores the temple to the male form around him. 

It’s impossible for him to notice as his thoughts crest fully into español. After all it simply is the language in which he has always thought, no matter what his teachers demand of him. Back to the matter at hand he is struck with the urge to create. Mierda- this exhibition really inspired him, he should really write an essay about this. Or, no. He moans and clutches at his temples as the shining lights out of sight gleam even brighter, sparkling off his sweaty muscled form as he’s racked with the pain of opposing realities. No, that isn’t right. He doesn’t do essays anymore. That’s not how he creates. 

Memories of long hours at the lab and in dark rooms sitting at a keyboard dissipate. Haughty superiority over fields and forms he deems insignificant thankfully blast away as images of the photographs and artworks around him come to mind with an ease that makes him uneasy. Creeping in from the edges of his lived memory are other exhibits, many that he has visited, some that he has put on of his own accord. 

Tattoos continue to drip down his arm as his treasure trail rushes onto his chest, blooming out to cover his pecs. The space in between his mustache and goatee is quickly filled, as are the entirety of his cheeks as his eyes shut even tighter. Independent muscle groups twitch as his body struggles to forge him even larger, to be more. The lengthy curls on his head fall away as his head returns to a buzz cut, this time black as the night. This time impossibly deliberate. 

Arcadio buzzed it himself, he loved his curls. But he knew for this exhibition he had to sacrifice. Anything for his art. The phrase burns across his mind, Marichismo. It, it was his exhibition. Arcadio opens his eyes to find himself standing across from an oppressive statue staring down at him in disdain. His blood boils as his fight or flight activates. Though staying strong he just clenches his fist as his body bulges larger one last time. “Papa.” He made that statue, he isn’t about to be shoved around by his own art. The feeling of confidence filling him at standing up against the domineering statue is more than he could have held within him as Allan. Reverbs of confidence go through his psyche as he finally gets it. Turning around the confidence that fills him rapidly dissipates as he sees a man posing like a dog.

He exercised complete creative control of the exhibition, but did he take this? Memories of being behind the lens of the camera dance through his mind for most of the images, this one seems obscured. He ignores the cold sudden sting of a nose ring as he leans in close to inspect it, smirking all the while. Who’d he get to model this? Looking at the jockstrap he nods approvingly, mierda it is certainly hot though. His underwear stretches to its absolute limit as he forces his large hand down to paw his cock at the image. Looking down at his hairy forearm he gasps as he sees the tattoo on his forearm perfectly matches that of the model. 

At that moment his underwear burst free from his body and he suddenly realizes that being nude in this space is far worse a breach of etiquette than touching that coyote. Arcadio sprints to his bag and digs around for anything he could possibly use to hide his still bulging cock at half mast. “¡Gracias a dios!” he whispers under his breath as he wraps a towel around his waist, perfectly mimicking a photograph behind him. He smirks at the man thinking how proud Jose will be when he gets to see himself on a gallery wall. Arcadio grunts and clenches his head as memories of the man ahead of him fill his mind. Lightheaded he leans against the wall grimacing as he leads a sweaty handprint on the pristine white wall.

Turning around seeing the exhibit hall as a whole he almost falls over with a rush of memories. Advanced math and the life he once lived as Allan are dust in the wind as his childhood growing up the son of first generation immigrants in San Antonio rises to take their place. Living alone with his mother before his abuela moved up from Mexico to help raise him as if he were her son. Understanding himself and the world around him as he discovered who he was and what he had to do. Finally achieving success, winning grants, booking galleries as an artist. Not too bad for a maricon eh? He winks at the statue of his father, smirking as he feels his power as a man and artist grow.

Looking down at some engineering homework scattered from his bag the last pangs of a headache buzzes through him before he shakes his head and the work is gone. The last shreds of a life he once lived dissipate. Walking out into the lobby he sees his abuelita. She smiles at the massive man before adjusting her glasses and shouting out, “¡Ay! ¿Qué estás haciendo? ¡Ponte algo de ropa! (What are you doing! Put some clothes on!)” Arcadio laughs and waves her off, knowing the museum is closed while he preps his exhibition for opening tomorrow. 

His new voice is rich on his tongue as he speaks up, “Espero que les guste. La universidad no sabe lo que pagaron ¡ja! (Hope they like it. The uni doesn’t know what they paid for ha!)” His abuelita clicks her tongue, she loves her grandson more than the world but boy if he hasn’t made her old beyond her years. She digs through the lost and found next to her for something that might fit her larger than life grandson and throws it at him. The man laughs and his abuelita can’t help but join in the reverie. She wouldn’t dream of going through his exhibit- que obsceno, que cachondo! But he could do no real wrong in her eyes. So far he’s blown her expectations out of the water with his success and she can’t wait to see what Arcadio gets up to next.

[httpsobi]

YOU...YOU CAN DO THAT? “a green lantern x team"

WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, they/them (gender neutral) reader addressed as green lantern (the creative streak continues), no beta we die like jason todd, canon-typical violence (not heavily detailed).

A/N + for @noom147 , thank you for your request! i lost the ask (AGAIN) because i can't post from where i am rn and tried to be smart about it (AGAINN) so yeah. i hope you enjoy it despite the fact that it was written at the ass crack of dawn and i was DEFINITELY not falling asleep ❤️. anyways enough yapping, ENJOYYYYY.

REQUEST + "TBA"

ROB & KF What's worse than one idiot walking into the headquarters of a cult that's known for offering human sacrifices to their weird leader?

Two idiots walking into the headquarters of a cult that's known for offering human sacrifices to their weird leader.

And for turning his/her/their back on the two idiots for just 10 seconds- Green Lantern might just be the biggest idiot of all.

He/she/they are sprinting down the dingy halls of the old temple, deaf to all other sounds other than the weird speech some old guy is giving (and their raging heartbeat).

The speech started off as nothing more than a faint murmur, like your next-door neighbour’s TV that you can just make out; but as he/she/they dash towards the room at the end of the hall (shoving their way through whatever random members straggle along the halls) it's getting louder and louder.

Behind the closed door, an undercover Robin and Kid Flash are trapped inside a glass box (that looks nothing short of a Jigsaw trap), staring at the old man who’s back is turned to them.

"But do not fret." The man sighs wistfully, turning on his heels to approach the glass box currently holding Robin and Kid Flash. He takes a second to take them in, before he’s turning to the console on his right and pressing a button.

With a soft click, water starts rushing up from the cracks of the floor under their feet.

"Your sacrifice will not be in vain."

Yet before Robin and Kid Flash can even start to panic, the doors are swinging open, and a (extremely dishevelled) undercover Green Lantern is marching towards the cultists with a glowing bat in their hands.

The cultist turns around, nearly jumping out of his skin at the teenager with the glowing bat being swung over his/her/their shoulder.

"How did you-!"

Thunk!

The pair blink at the heaving Green Lantern.

He/she/they are too busy staring down at the unconscious man to make sure he stays down, all while catching his/her/their breath. The energy used to construct the bat slowly starts to disintegrate in his/her/their hands.

KF whistles, and that seems to get him/her/them out of his/her/their trance and moving up to the console to press a couple buttons.

A couple clicks later, and the water starts draining itself, and the ceiling of the box lifts open, and that's all it takes for Green Lantern to hunch over the console to continue catching his/her/their breath.

"Now we know if we ever need a batter-" Robin starts.

"Shut the fuck up." He/she/they wheeze, glaring at the two boys who've finally made their way out the box.

"I... have never... in my life... ever ran that fast... all... because of you... idiots."

Kid Flash blinks at them. "...At least you have a great swing."

"Shut it."

AQ, MG & SUP "M'gann!"

Green Lantern can hear Superboy's voice echo across the warehouse, and the worry in his call is enough to send him/her/them flying towards them, noting the heat radiating from their side of the warehouse as he/she/they approach.

"Is she okay?" Green Lantern yells, dropping down from the air to meet them.

Miss Martian's out cold in Superboy's arms, sweat lining her brow and she's frowning even in her unconscious state. Aqualad's not doing much better either, sat against the wall and his breathing's laboured as he looks up at him/her/them with an unfocused look.

"Miss Martian and I are at our limits- the heat is far too much for us." He mutters as Green Lantern's pulling him to his feet.

"I can't blame you- why is it so hot here anyway?"

There's a sudden sound of metal, and the two standing members are whipping around to stare at a dishevelled, angry mobster who's staring them down with a wide grin.

In his hands, is possible the largest flamethrower he/she/they have ever seen.

"That'll do it."

He's got them cornered, and with one member down and their leader following suit, there's not much they can do.

"I got this." Superboy growls, about to set Miss Martian down before Green Lantern's taking a step away from the group and towards the mobster.

"Screw that- get behind me!"

Green Lantern is bracing him/her/themselves, his/her/their right fist extended and his/her/their left hand at their wrist to support his/her/their arm up as the crazed gangster cocks the oversized flamethrower onto his hip.

He/she/they can see the coil in the barrel of the flamethrower burn a bright orange just before-

...

There's a horrible smell of burnt metal and the sudden silence in the warehouse, and by the large cloud of blackened smoke, the man drops his weapon with a satisfied hum.

But just as he's about to turn around, the smoke clears, and his smile drops.

A green bubble surrounds the four teens, and he can just make out Green Lantern's smirk past the blinding glow of his/her/their ring.

ART

"Crap." Artemis mumbles to herself, looking over her shoulder to her suddenly empty quiver.

Damn-it, she could've sworn she still had at least 5 more left-

She yelps as a large crystal shard lands a hair past her ear, and she's frantically ducking down and crawling towards a nearby truck.

Reaching a hand to her in-ear, she's finds herself with no choice but to call for help.

"I need-!"

Artemis finds herself blinking at Green Lantern, who's staring back at her from where he/she/they are floating in the air.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

"Was passing through the area when I heard reports of Icicle Jr attacking. Figured I'd check it out." Green Lantern shrugs. "Need help?"

"Something like that." She sighs. "I'm out of arrows."

Green Lantern tilts his/her/their head at her.

"You're out? Already?"

"Yeah." Artemis grumbles from where she's crouched, "I could've sworn I had more-"

"Don't worry, I got this." Green Lantern smiles brightly, offering her a thumbs up.

...

"Don't tell me you chickened out already!" Icicle Jr. laughs, making his way down the now empty street. "I was just starting to have fun."

"Hey you!"

Icicle Jr whips around, immediately throwing out a shard that Green Lantern blocks easily with an easy wall construct. As he/she/they drop the construct and lets the ice crash to the floor, the two stare each other down for a moment.

"Who the hell are you?" The criminal frowns, tilting his head at the flying teen. "Ain't never seen you 'round here before. Didn't realise even the Lanterns have a sidekick."

He/she/they smile at him, but it's not the cheery, light-hearted smile that Artemis got.

No, it's a smile that has her shivering slightly from where she's hiding- the customer service smile that a cashier gives when they're a second away from jumping across the counter and bash someone's head in.

Artemis is only proving right when his/her/their ring starts to glow, and she watches as what looks like a literal (not actually- it's still made from energy) bazooka assembles in his/her/their hands. Its weight is heavy, evident by the fact that they drop slightly in the air as they place it over their shoulder, and its clear even Icicle Jr. is unsettled.

"Because they don't have a sidekick." He/she/they explain with that creepy smile still painted on their face.

"I'm just the cool one."

all work n' writing is work of @httpsobi. i ask you please do not copy, rewrite, translate or post on other platforms without my consent.

[ettawritesnstudies]

I finished Runaways but I scheduled my Livestream for next week!

Context:

I'm going to make the anthology one way or another to launch with the book, this is just a matter of prioritizing. It'll involve editing the current Kofi stories, writing some new ones, and making supplemental content.

I have 0 thoughts for Inklings currently but it's coming up soon so I should probably figure that out.

End of the Road is a NA paranormal coming of age story about one way road trips, grief, and ghosts. Could be published after runaways because they have a folklore/supernatural element connecting them. Capitalizes on the 20something angst.

Vilotta's Adventure is a MG historical fiction set in Renaissance Italy following a princess who apprentices with Leonardo da Vinci when he comes to her parents court to paint a portrait of her mother. She gets to be an inventor, has a series of misadventures, and learns about friendship along the way. Could be published after Runaways because they're both MG, bonus points for Educational Content™. Rewrite of the first novel I ever wrote so it's not going anywhere.

Art stream: I'd still do 25 minute sprints w/ no talking and just art on screen so you can write without distractions or I show you my progress during breaks. Motive: I miss drawing and my brain hurts.

[readsofawe]

Announcing #ReadsOfAwe 2023! I cannot express how excited I am!

FAQ below:

When is it? Sunset 9/15 to sunset 9/25, from the beginning of Rosh HaShanah to the end of Yom Kippur, also called the Days of Awe (hence the name) Who can participate? Anyone! Jews, non-Jews, big readers, one-book-a-year types, and anyone in between.

What’s the goal? To celebrate Jewish stories during this holiday season! And to encourage folks to read a little bit more. If you would normally read nothing this week, pick up a short story or a poem! If you would normally read one book, try for two. If you would normally read five, try for seven! The hope is that, no matter your reading speed, interests, or knowledge base, there’s a way for you to participate and honor Jewish writing.

What is a "Jewish book"? Now that's a question! For our purposes, we'll define it pretty broadly: anything with a Jewish author, themes, and/or characters. Feel free to engage in heated debate in the comments about what counts!

How do I participate? There's a ton of ways! 🍎 Read Jewish books! You don't even have to tell anyone about it :) 📚 Follow the prompts on the bingo card, and post how many squares you fill 🍎 Share your TBR, reviews, and book photos on Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook, and/or Twitter with the hashtag #readsofawe

📚 Pick up our Buddy Read, The Ghosts of Rose Hill by R.M. Romero, and share your thoughts 🍎 Join our live reading sprints!

What’s the deal with the bingo board? It’s a fun challenge to encourage people to read widely within Jewish literature! Download or screenshot the board and mark off squares when you get them. Feel free to use one book per square OR mark as many squares as apply to each book! Go for a single square, a bingo, a blackout, or just a random pattern! And don’t forget to post your marked-up board when the readathon is over.

What’s a Buddy Read? Everybody who wants to reads the same book—in this case, The Ghosts of Rose Hill by R.M. Romero—and we talk about it! There will be a live discussion on 9/27, and you can also post your thoughts and feelings as you read with the same hashtag, #ReadsOfAwe

What are Reading Sprints? When we all read together on a livestream. Usually they will use the Pomodoro method: 30 minutes of reading, 15 minutes of chitchat, then reading again. Come hang out, it’ll be fun!

What is frum representation? The word frum (literally pious) refers to a variety of Jewish practices and religious movements that prioritize certain kinds of observance—most visibly, modest dress, eating Kosher, and avoiding all work on Shabbat and holidays. For our purposes, frum rep includes characters who are Orthodox, Chabad, or Haredi, or are from historical contexts where those labels don’t apply but their style of observance is similar.

What are MG and YA? MG is Middle Grade—so, books aimed at 8-13 year olds. Think Percy Jackson. Similarly, YA is Young Adult—books aimed at 14-18 year olds. Think The Hunger Games.

What is a TBR? The acronym TBR stands for “To Be Read.” Those are the books you’re planning on reading in a certain period of time—in this case, during the Days of Awe!

If you've got additional questions, feel free to reach out!

[groovesnjams]

gRooVES 'n JaMs S. O. T. Y. 2024

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"oh, Mr DJ!!!" by Shelhiel

DV:

Although I listened to way less dance music this year than in the past few, and if I'm being totally honest didn't even make it until after midnight most nights, I did still dream about the club. And those dreams were naturally soundtracked by "oh Mr DJ!!!", the year's best ode to working it out on the dancefloor. What else could it be? Here, Shelhiel is both the dancer requesting their favorite song, and the one who's curious but happy to go wherever the DJ takes them, and the DJ who gets to decide what they're about to drop. Most people couldn't manage two of those at the same time, but Shelhiel makes multitasking seem not just possible but obvious, even necessary. "oh, Mr DJ!!!" bangs hard enough that there's no way to argue against it. And after a year where my late nights were few and far between I have to agree: if I'm going out, why not do it all?

MG:

Black Eyed Peas as virtuosos: production. Black Eyed Peas as clowns: bars about leprechauns. By dividing the best of their work from the worst, Shelhiel presents the audience with a guilt-free taste of some of the best the aughts had to offer. On "oh Mr DJ!!!" the sexy robotics run wild, the clicks and glitches make it sound like the singularity will take place on the dancefloor, and the effervescence is so extreme it might run on Red Bull. Since the trance revival I've felt a frisson in dance music, a pull between the erudite, dance in your brain types and the crowd that times their mixes to the length of the average treadmill sprint. What "oh Mr DJ!!!" offers is a peaceable fork in the road, a banger for both sides.

[baelpenrose]

Project Praetorian 57: Arrival Part III

With the orbital glassing halted, and the civilian evacuation underway, the battle begins in earnest - no quarter asked, none given. Clever maneuvers and back and forth changes in the balance of the battle.

Big gambles, clever uses of powers, and insane heroics.

Also horrible electric burns.

Beta-read by @canyouhearthelight and @writing-with-olive. Also, a big thank you to @1978sah for reminding me to post this! I nearly forgot!

Mia

The Ascendency was already bringing in dropships, so the answer to the question she was pretty sure Mark had asked about when they’d switch tactics was apparently “right fucking now.” 

And, of course, Jonathan had gotten into a building to begin raining hell, Mia was getting ready to sprint, Micah had teleported into a window to start shooting…

More dropships were coming in, though if they were Imperator or gringo army she couldn’t say, but the aliens were coming in, dropping off the frogs and the murder lizards who were already fanning out into buildings, and she could see, even as she began sprinting forward, one of the Spikes fall, spun halfway around, its arm flying off at the shoulder where Vergil had landed a shot. 

Croaks were charging up the avenues, desperately firing their little blasters - and already getting mulched by Jonathan’s MG before they even really got into range of anything bigger. She raced around the corner, seeing where a group of Spikes had already been pinned and wanting to deal with it before they could try anything clever. 

One was apparently getting a similar idea - it had begun moving at the same time she had - and against a normal person, she realized, the reflexes of a Spike would have been insurmountable. Against her? She was able to dip so far out of the way it didn’t matter how big the plasma bolt’s explosion was, still whip around and keep her rifle on target, and put a four round burst through its spine, dropping it to the dirt. 

Then she kept right on running, skidding slightly in the heavy armor, feeling it weigh against her, and rounded the corner to where a trio of Spikes were trying to take aim at the rest of the team with the blasters that must have been some sort of rifle analog - only for them to die immediately as let loose a trio of five round bursts in their direction.

With eleven rounds left in the magazine, she kept moving. Ducking between bits of fallen concrete, her boots skidding on the ground, she rushed up in search of another squad to flank. There was no point in engaging the Croaks - even as she thought about it she felt her teeth rattle as Xavier launched a grenade and turned a bunch of them into finely distributed paste  and a new song started rattling the air itself. 

Xavier's Battle Music

She smiled to herself. She didn’t recognize the words - but she knew a death knell when she heard one.  And as more and more aliens dropped in from the sky as the last of the military dropships were taking off again, having deposited their soldiers and picked up evacuees, she thought that was the absolute perfect thing to welcome them to Earth.

The back of a Spike’s head pasted a wall near her, and she looked and saw a nearly decapitated member of the Ascendency’s soldier caste slumping to the asphalt a few yards away. 

Two other Spikes were turning - too slow. Mia whipped around, already moving, already repositioning, and opened fire. Her first three shots missed - the rest didn’t. One Spike died, the other wheeled, wounded - and then dropped, as a series of rifle shots rang out. Not Vergil. Mia heard a voice in her ear. Micah. “Pushing up to support. Storm is coming with.” 

Then she looked over and saw Mark, zipping along the side of a building, pistol outstretched in one hand, other hand attached to the building and gliding along it, as if he was…oh he was pushing with the magnet. 

She reloaded and kept running.

Whatever the others were doing, she had her own problems. Search and destroy, eliminate the aliens as they came in. Stop them from gaining too much of a foothold - holy SHIT, Xavier, right in the hold as it opened? Boy, calm down.

The boom was louder than it should have been. What hit the ground was only barely recognizable as organic remains. 

Mark was shouting in the comms, something rapid, irritated. “Skyflower, I need you to come in with the 20mm and the rocket pods on our position - we have an armored column I need dealt with.”

Mia had already seen the problem, then vaulted back, even as it began blowing the walls off the building she was running past - the one Mark was sliding alongside. 

He shouted and slid off, repelling off a post - she didn’t see if he hit. 

There were massive Ascendency tanks lighting up the area, doing structural damage and trying to pin them down. She ran as far from it as she could, fire ripping through the infantry she saw, even as they futilely shot at her, trying to draw them off her allies - then saw Amaryllis swoop in, guns blazing, and saw something explode in the burst of blue-white fire she’d come to expect from Ascendency vehicles getting torn apart. 

Her lungs were burning, but she’d been sprinting for almost seven minutes now, and looped almost six kilometers in maneuver, in a place full of ozone from the plasma blasts. And given that, she was doing great. She panted as she lined up her sights for another set of shots - already scrambling for new cover as a volley of plasma blasts turned the concrete she’d ducked behind to dust and sent chips of it ricocheting off her armor. The heat of it, at least, seemed to dissipate in the destruction, but damn. 

She wheeled around and sprayed as she slammed into a new wall, several bursts, rapidly, and on the last she simply held down the trigger. 

She reloaded once she realized the Spikes were all down. Another group was coming up, and Mia had a new plan. She pulled a frag grenade off her belt, slung her rifle, and took a breath, waiting for them to spot her. SLowly getting her breath under control. Then she rushed into the middle of them, pulling the pin and releasing the clamp before she got there, dropping it as she passed. She sprinted past, zigzagging faster than they’d be able to shoot, and finally dove into a small crater in the asphalt that had probably been made by a stray plasma blast, feeling the too-hot concrete bite into her cheek, and hearing the muffled boom of a grenade going off as she scrambled to her feet and bolted again, looking back to confirm only one horribly maimed Spike remained of the squad she’d ambushed - and even as she watched, someone gunned it down. 

“MIa, go a few blocks west, there’s a few fire teams bottled up and I want them relieved - help them out.”

Relieve a bunch of trapped fire teams, on her own? Mark had to be insane. Mark had to be…

She sighed as she looked at the damage she’d already done. Then she reloaded. No, he wasn’t. “Send me the coordinates.” 

And hey, her English was even improving.

Mark

Holy fuck, enemy signatures were everywhere. Granted, only his team were actually his responsibility, but every few seconds his command circuit got cut into by someone screaming that they needed Praetorian backup - and there was only so much he could handle at once. Molly and Kimmy were acting as a mobile reserve with Amaryllis now, hopefully getting dropped on heavy zones where Molly could even temporarily scramble enemy firing capacity and then let the troopers go crazy while Kimmy dropped in the middle with some wild gymnastics to disrupt and withdraw.

Jonathan, Shiloh, Casey, and Xavier were pushing up the center - the Ascendency had concentrated a huge column of Croaks there that they were absolutely butchering. It wasn’t as glamorous as fighting Spikes, but the sheer number of bodies they had to deal with was keeping it from being a problem for everyone else. He was keeping Micah teleporting from building to building using the music Xavier was shaking half the city with - getting behind the Spike fire teams trying to set up and shooting them in the back before they could react to help pinned infantry maneuver. 

But where the fuck was his fire support? Any minute those enemy atmo-craft were going to come in and he needed decent AA cover or this battle was going to go to shit in a hurry - and if the sky was still too full of static for tracking to work, they needed to tell him that and get some fighter planes in here that could fly under the circumstances. 

Mark was gliding along the side of a building, using his magnetic trick to help him aim - even if at this range it really didn’t help much with a pistol - and trying to cut down on the enemy, get into a good position.

Then that fucking tank blew up the building he’d been gliding along and he’d been forced to repel off a manhole cover, pull himself towards a building, and - he was fairly sure - throw out his back - to not smear over the concrete. As it was he still wound up rolling and losing his pistol, rushed to cover and unslung the rifle before anything too drastic could happen.

“Skyflower, need air support on our position, stat.” 

“Incoming, Storm.”

Mark threw himself to the ground and flung a manhole cover between himself and a sheet of plasma coming in his direction before diving again as the cover was slagged.

“Hurry please.”

“Danger close, take cover.”

Mark hit the deck as he heard the distinctive whoosh of the rockets ripping overhead, and then stood up at the explosions. “Thanks, Skyflower.”

“Got your back, Storm.”

“Storm, got another wave coming up the flank.” 

“Not sure what they’re after but yeah. Me and Boombox have this zone locked down.” 

“Okay. Can you break out and begin pushing through them? We’re going to need your firepower for a…One sec.”

Mark shoved a blaster’s muzzle up and away from him, repelling it off his own gun barrel, dropped to a knee, and let loose two shots to a Spike’s center of mass. “A push into their main force. I want to start thinning them out - this whole idea that we should have spread out our forces wound up being a really shitty idea.”

“Praetorian team! This is 4th company, Bravo Platoon! We need backup!”

“Fuck me.” He keyed the radio. “Siren, Cat, get dropped on…Skyflower, go drop them on those coordinates. Then, take Frost and Titan and see if you can’t find the command post. I need some of this shit broken up.” He was moving to cover, back twinging under the armor, and was already seeing enemy troops come around the corner. 

He sighted down the rifle and slowly began firing - and the minute they returned fire, he was already throwing himself back, magnetic force shoving him further, then snapping him to the opposite side of the building. Shove along the wall, come around the side, and begin shooting again - fuck they were getting wise to that trick, that part of the building was getting blown off.

Grenade, then keep shooting. Aim the grenade a bit - stablize the flight with magnetics but can’t overdo it or I throw off the detonation timing.

He threw himself behind a car, which shortly thereafter caught fire.

Sliding towards another building and shooting again, managing to snap a headshot by sheer luck.

He reloaded while he could, wondering where the hell the troopers were he’d gotten this stuck in to find.

If they were still alive, he might shoot them for letting him solo this.

No sooner had he thought the thought than he started hearing gunfire. Already, walls were pockmarked by small arms fire, rifle shots slamming brick, aliens going down, and he heard human screaming, but he was already moving to attack.

Once the aliens were down, he looked up. 

“Ascendency atmo-craft coming in. Patriot SAM in range but unable to get target lock.”

“It never fucking rains.”

He beckoned to the soldiers. “One of you a medic?”

A man nodded. “Cool. If I drop you get to defib me. Got one of those?”

The guy nodded, confused.

Mark began taking a breath and pulling static from the air. He hated having to do this. The last time he’d done anything close to this he’d almost died - and he abruptly realized how much trouble he was in. “Mags, please begin moving toward my position. I’m about to be in deep shit.”

Shiloh’s accented voice came over. “Mark. Don’t do the stupid thing.” 

“Need air cover removed from them…”

He started focusing on the air, the storm gathering from the plasma discharge - then suddenly blasted all of it out - sending it screaming out through his left arm, raking the sky, attempting to hit the alien ships to the best of his ability, managing to down one, but more importantly the lightning had managed to clear and focus the EM static just hanging out in the air and discharge it. 

Mark heard someone screaming, felt something in his arm burning - then realized he was screaming, that he was delirious, that the soldiers were looking at him like he was insane as one of the Ascendency atmocraft began crashing, lightning struck, and the others found themselves stripped of shields by the blast. Worse, the air was clear for target lock.

“Air clear - lock acquired. No fly zone enforcement beginning.” 

Mark barely heard them - even as a storm of Surface-Air Missiles ripped across the sky and began slamming the fast attack craft, Mark was pale, gasping, agony streaking from his arm to his chest, and he realized with panic he couldn’t move his arm. He was frantically retching.

“Mags. Mags…” He started vomiting. “Shiloh. Shiloh I need help…” 

He wasn’t sure how long he kept babbling, even as the soldiers stood guard over him. He knew he heard a hell of a firefight, during which they moved him, and then Shiloh was over him, grabbing his arm and signing, asking if he was a moron. Asking if he was insane.

Then agony, like nothing he’d ever felt, as they grew back the nerves in his arm that he’d burned away to knock the shields loose. 

Shiloh was scarfing down a First Strike Ration, and Mark took one as well. “Fight’s not over. We’re gonna have to keep going.” He was starting to steady - not really. His arm itched and burned, but he flexed it and found it could move. He could use it. And if the fight wasn’t over.

“Everyone, sound off.”

“Command post spotted. Titan and Frost in approach.”

“Siren and Cat, enemy repelled.”

“Deadshot - continuing to engage enemy throughout city, providing sniper support.”

“Seraph and Boombox- we got stuck in for a minute with 3rd company, we cut out of the force pinning them down, we’re moving south - there’s another big group we’re going to deal with - we’ve got infantry with recoilless rifles and javelins backing us up if there’s armor.”

“10-4. I’m going to take the force I found and begin pushing towards the command post as well. Skyflower…”

“Alive and present.” 

“Where’s Glitch and Whiplash?”

Micah’s voice came over the comms. “Was busy when you called the sound off. I just finished clearing out a building. Side note - may need a shotgun for close quarters. Sucks doing it with a carbine.”

Mia followed, voice strained and panting. “Just broke contact. Enemy squads disrupted and retreating. Cut a squad of marines out.”

“Understood. Okay. We’ve got them off balance. Start the push.”

[im-a-simp898]

A day in the life of a Sigma Male

2:00 🇺🇸🔂🏢 am - Wake ⏰ up ☝

2.05 am - Cold ❄ shower 🚿

2.15 am - breakfast 🥓🍳, almonds 🍼, breast 🏀 milk 🍼 bought 💲 off 📴🥜 Facebook 😀📕, 50 💰 mg 😱 adderall 💊

2:30 ⬆ am - begin 🔘 workout 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️❤, incline 😉 bench 🗂 2 🕝 plates,12x12 with 30 📅 seconds 🥈 of rest 😪, no 😣 warmup.

2:45 am - edging 💉, 4 💦 hours 🕐👌🏻😏 (for discipline 🥋)

6:45 am - cold 🥶❄ shower 🚿

7:00 💵💸💰 am - begin 🔘 sprint 🏃🏻 to work 🏢🅰

8:00 😎💯 am - arrive 🎅 at work 💼

8:05 am - get 🉐 called ☁ into boss' 🕴 office 🏢🗄📠

8:06 am - get 🉐🇮🇹 fired 🔥 from job 💼 for "repeated 🔄 inappropriate 🔞 comments 📄" and "predatory behaviour 🔼"

8:10 🕥🕦 am - sprint 🏃🏻 back ⬅ home 🏡

9:10 📈 am - lunch-raw cod 👨‍💻, berries 🍓 foraged on 🔛 the way ↕ home 🏡, small 👌 pebbles 🕳😒 (for digestion 💦😍), 50mg of adderal

9:10 📈 am - edging 💉 (as punishment 🙄)

3:00 💯 pm ⏱🌃💤 - bed 🛏 time ⏰.

wha 😭😭😭

[kemetic-dreams]

The addition of caffeine (100–130 mg) to commonly prescribed pain relievers such as paracetamol or ibuprofen modestly improves the proportion of people who achieve pain relief.

A systematic review and meta-analysis from 2014 found that concurrent caffeine and l-theanine use has synergistic psychoactive effects that promote alertness, attention, and task switching; these effects are most pronounced during the first hour post-dose

Moderate doses of caffeine (around 5 mg/kg) can improve sprint performance, cycling and running time trial performance, endurance (i.e., it delays the onset of muscle fatigue and central fatigue) and cycling power output. Caffeine increases basal metabolic rate in adults. Caffeine ingestion prior to aerobic exercise increases fat oxidation, particularly in persons with low physical fitness.

Caffeine improves muscular strength and power, and may enhance muscular endurance. Caffeine also enhances performance on anaerobic tests. Caffeine consumption before constant load exercise is associated with reduced perceived exertion. While this effect is not present during exercise-to-exhaustion exercise, performance is significantly enhanced. This is congruent with caffeine reducing perceived exertion, because exercise-to-exhaustion should end at the same point of fatigue. Caffeine also improves power output and reduces time to completion in aerobic time trials, an effect positively (but not exclusively) associated with longer duration exercise

Chocolate derived from cocoa beans contains a small amount of caffeine. The weak stimulant effect of chocolate may be due to a combination of theobromine and theophylline, as well as caffeine. A typical 28-gram serving of a milk chocolate bar has about as much caffeine as a cup of decaffeinated coffee. By weight, dark chocolate has one to two times the amount of caffeine as coffee: 80–160 mg per 100 g. Higher percentages of cocoa such as 90% amount to 200 mg per 100 g approximately and thus, a 100-gram 85% cocoa chocolate bar contains about 195 mg caffeine.

Regular consumption of caffeine may protect people from liver cirrhosis. It was also found to slow the progression of liver disease in people who already have the condition, reduce the risk of liver fibrosis, and offer a protective effect against liver cancer among moderate coffee drinkers. A study conducted in 2017 found that the effects of caffeine from coffee consumption on the liver were observed regardless of how the drink was prepared

In moderate doses, caffeine has been associated with reduced symptoms of depression and lower suicide risk. Two reviews indicate that increased consumption of coffee and caffeine may reduce the risk of depression

[pearljen-blog]

Renovations with Joel Miller - 01

Chapter 01 - Introductions

You meet Joel by accident and find out he’s working in constructions. Hopefully with some convincing he can assist you with some urgent house renovations... and then some.

Based on the video game version of Joel, but can be changed to the HBO version if preferred. Taking place pre outbreak in Austin Texas.

Masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x afab reader

Warnings: This is my first published story, which in itself should be a warning / Reader is afab and has long hair, I will try avoid using any additional physical descriptions / Not familiar with the area of Austin, so most of it is badly googled or made up / swearing / smut eventually

Rriiiiing

‘Hello’. It was 2 in the morning. Who would be calling at this time?

‘Hey! Hun! It’s me.’

Of course.

‘I am so sorry, really sorry. I met this guy…. we were at that new place in town, Butlers.. something, in Austin. It was CRAZY.’

Who’s that chuckling in the back? Where is she? Drunk?

‘Crazy I tell ya. Anyway, we’re kind of … We’re in jail. He got in a fight. It wasn’t anything bad. Just.. he kinda hit that guy and he went down. Some idiot anyway. And he was doing it for me. That fella was just talking shit.’

‘What? Where are you?’ I love you Carla but I swear..

‘It’s nothing bad. I promise. Seriously. They took us in and we had to go to Travis County Jail. We’re there now. Just waiting.’

‘It’s 2 in the fucking morning…’

‘I know! Fuck.. I know! But we don’t want to stay here all weekend.’

‘Who is we?’

‘Tommy, he’s the guy from the fight. He didn’t start it. Fuck I’m sorry, but I don’t know who else to call. I can’t call dad. He’ll kill me’.

‘I’m an hour out of the city. What do you want me to do?’ God I’m tired.

‘PLEASE! I’ll pay you back. Just let us get out of here. I’m begging ya.’

My head hurts. My eyes are sore. ‘How much is to get you out?’

‘Fuck I don’t know. But I’ll give it back to ya. Promise.’

You turn on the lights next to the bed. Hating the idea of spending an hour in the car, driving through the fucking city and then her drunk ass home.

‘I hate you. You’re a terrible friend.’

‘Please Y/N!’

‘Yeah I’m moving. But it will take me about 90 minutes to be there.’

‘Thanks babes. Thanks thanks’

You hang up. Out of pleasantries for this time of the night. Once in the bathroom you put your hair in a ponytail and fresh water to your face. You love Carla, but she’s a mess sometimes. Like a real mess. But she’s also the first person you have been able to click with since you arrived in Austin. She doesn’t ask too many questions, mainly happy to talk about herself. And she gets you out of the house. At least some nights.

The drive to Austin is fine. Boring, especially at this time of the night. You made some coffee for the road and listen to Booker T & the MG’s. One of your dads’ favourite albums. You always doze off to some long-forgotten time, when listening to it. Time passes much faster this way. You were hitting Austin fast and prepared yourself to be lost until you found Travis County Jail. Driving in the city didn’t scare you but drained a lot more energy from you.

***

‘We can’t release anyone today. You will have to come back tomorrow.’

‘He is right there for fuck’s sake!’

‘SIR!’

‘He’s right there! Just let me pay and get him out. Do your job!’

‘SIR! That’s enough! I am asking you to leave.’

Two men around the desk standing close and arguing. What the hell did you walk into at this time of the night?

‘I just want my brother out is all. Why are you being so difficult?’

‘You can come back tomorrow to collect your brother. Please leave, get out, before I will arrest you as well for disorderly conduct.’

One guy is storming off. Head bowed to the ground, nevertheless you could see the anger on him. His posture rigid and ready to crack any second. He sprints past you and for a second you feel intimidated to walk any further to the reception. What a night this turns out to be.

‘Fun night?’

‘What can I do for you love?’

‘My friend got into a little trouble last night and called me to release her. Her name is Carla Thomas, age 34.’ What other information do they need you wonder.

‘Well, I’ll tell you what I told the last guy. You will have to come back tomorrow. We are not releasing anyone today.’

‘What??’ You are joking?

‘Come back on Monday from 9am love.’ There is an uninterested look that comes with his statement.

‘I just drove over an hour to pick her up.’

‘I’m sorry to hear. But there are no weekend releases. Please come back on Monday.’

You realize there’s no way to discuss or argue your way out of this, but you try anyway.

After some back and forth you cave and walke back outside. What a night indeed.

Carla will have to wait. She will have to understand. Maybe you can just stay in Austin and get breakfast somewhere. Or maybe you’ll be able to fall back asleep when you get home. How will you pick her up on Monday? You have work. There are about 15 thoughts currently in your head. But you are unable to focus on any one of them, so you just slowly walk back to your car.

On the way to your car, you spot the guy who was arguing to get his brother released. More out of your peripheral, but you see him. He’s standing by his truck, not far from you. On the phone, or desperately trying to ring someone. Possibly his brother you think.

‘Fuck sake!’

You look towards his direction.

‘Fun night?’ Yes, your one and only ice breaker, you think to yourself.

‘It’s fucking bullshit.’ He looks up and straight at you. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean that.’

Southern gentlemen.

‘It’s ok. Same thing I said to myself... in my head.’

He turns slightly towards his truck. Frown all over his face. You smirk, hands slightly fidgeting.

‘You know they have people around. I just don’t understand why they just can’t release people on a fucking Sunday. Tommy, my brother,… he could have told me when he called.’

Tommy, well..

‘Your brother’s name is Tommy?’ You huff and smile to yourself. ‘That’s.. funny. My friend called me tonight at 2am, telling me she got arrested with a guy named Tommy. Or arrested because of him.'

You look at the ground now. Still turned towards him.

‘He’s a mess but a good guy.’

You look up. ‘Oh yeah, sorry I didn’t mean it that way.’

He’s looking right at you now. Just a grey worn out shirt and a tired look, but he looks gorgeous. God, you wish you would be able to keep eye contact.

‘Well, I guess I may see you on Monday then to get these kids home.’ Your gaze drops back to the ground, and you slowly turn towards your car.

‘Yeah, can’t wait to give up half a day of work to drive around the city just to get him out. Only getting paid for the days I’m working for fucks sake. He should know better.’

You look back at him just to acknowledge that you are listening. But you don’t say anything.

‘Sorry I don’t expect you to feel sorry for me missing a day of construction.’

‘You work in construction?’ Your eyes go wide, and you look at him expecting.

He stays silent for a second. Seems it’s not the usual reaction he gets, when mentioning constructions.

‘I’m a carpenter. But we, Tommy and I, we do whatever works needs to be done really.’

‘Are you looking for work?’ Maybe too forward. ‘Or do you know any construction friends that are looking for work?’

There’s an awkward silence. No longer angry, he’s just looking at you wondering. Possibly trying to figure out where he wants this conversation to go. You can’t keep your gaze up and turn back at the car. He’s still gorgeous. For a second you start playing with your lower lip.

‘Always looking for work.’ You turn back at him. Eyebrows raised slightly, heart beating heavier now.

‘I bought a house recently,…well a few months ago now actually. Ehm.. It’s a really great house! Spectacular! But it needs some work done. I think the walls are fine. At least my brother thinks so. He’s been looking at it for now, and I trust him. But the roof needs work, and pretty much all the windows need to be replaced. Bathroom and kitchen, all needs to be re-done, but that’s second to getting the house in actual good shape.’

Oh my god, why don’t you just tell him your whole life story? Jesus…

‘How urgent is it?’

Is he considering it?

‘I’m already living in it. But my brother is pushing me to get it done. He’s been helping me a lot, but he doesn’t live around here, so it’s been moving really slowly.’

‘Can go and take a look. Get and understanding of what we are dealing with here. How much you paying?’

‘Oh.’ Your brother warned you about this question.

‘Honestly you would have to talk this out with my brother. He said around $30 per hour. But it depends what extra charges come on top. Like fuel and that kind of stuff. So I don’t know for sure. Oh, I should mention, the house is not actually in Austin.’

Here we go, the deal breaker.

‘It’s in Luling. About an hour on a good day.’

‘Yeah, I know that place. I grew up there’ He’s smiling. Wow.

‘Wow… Please tell me you have font memories of your childhood.’

‘Some of them. Place was great though.’

You’re thinking to yourself. Just ask him.

‘I can take your number. Or give you mine. Or whichever way this usually works.’ Breath in ‘You know, in case you want to have a look at the house.’

He keeps looking at you with no mercy now.

‘Yeah lets swap numbers and give me a call. I’m not sure what time I’ll be here on Monday.’

You swap numbers and walk back to your car. Goodbyes are short but you need a second to collect your thoughts in the car anyway. You found out his name is Joel Miller. He was looking for an excuse to visit Luling again, so he told you. Maybe Carla’s drunk ass could be good for something. You’re getting breakfast for the road.

Masterlist // Next Chapter

[eliorosb3rg]

cars i want to fuck based on very little reason other than vibes

lotus elan sprint, specifically in piss yellow

'77 MG MGB saw one in real life recently, definite shag

Aston Martin V8 Vantage in white, any aston martin is a smash for me but Her specifically <33 also iirc was one tenth of a second quicker 0-60 than a daytona so slay

Ferrari Dino 308 GT4... yeah, sexy idk what else to say

Datsun Sunny B210, i just think shes pretty also im just interested in how this third adaptation was popular due to it being made during the oil crisis in 73

Honorable mentions: Daytona Spyder, Lancer evo (any edition tbh), Porsche 911T targa top

[goodverbsonly]

STAR WARS PHASE I: THE OLD REPUBLIC

Dawn of the Jedi: Into the Void - Tim Lennon (before 25000 BBY)

Lost Tribes of the Sith - John Jackson Miller (between 5000-3000 BBY)

The Old Republic: Revan - Drew Karpyshyn (before 3500 BBY)

The Old Republic: Deceived - Paul S Kemp (before 3500 BBY)

Red Harvest - Joe Schrieber (before 3500 BBY)

The Old Republic: Fatal Alliances - Sean Williams (before 3500 BBY)

The Old Republic: Annihilation - Drew Karpyshyn (before 3500 BBY)

Knight Errant - John Jackson Miller (circa 1000 BBY)

Darth Bane: Path of Destruction - Drew Karpyshyn (circa 1000 BBY)

Darth Bane: Rule of Two - Drew Karpyshyn (circa 1000 BBY)

Darth Bane: Dynasty of Evil - Drew Karpyshyn (circa 980 BBY)

The High Republic: Convergence - Zoraida Córdova (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Quest for the Hidden City - George Mann (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Path of Deceit - Tessa Gratton & Justina Ireland (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Battle of Jedha - George Mann (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Cataclysm - Lydia Kang (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Path of Vengeance- Cavan Scott (circa 382 BBY)

The High Republic: Quest for Planet X - Tessa Gratton (382 BBY)

The High Republic: Into the Dark - Claudia Gray (circa 232 BBY)

The High Republic: Light of the Jedi - Charles Soule (circa 232 BBY)

The High Republic: Test of Courage - Justine Ireland

The High Republic: The Rising Storm - Cavan Scott (circa 231 BBY)

The High Republic: Race to Crashpoint Tower - Daniel José Older (231 BBY)

The High Republic: Out of the Shaddows -Justina Ireland (circa 231 BBY)

The High Republic: Tempest Runner - Cavan Scott (circa 231BBY)

The High Republic: Mission to Disaster - Justina Ireland (229 BBY)

The High Republic: Midnight Horizon - Daniel José Older (circa 230 BBY)

The High Republic: Fallen Star - Claudia Gray (circa 230 BBY)

The High Republic: The Eye of Darkness - George Mann (circa 229 BBY)

The High Republic: Defy the Storm - Tessa Gratton & Justina Ireland (229 BBY)

The High Republic: Escape from Valo - Daniel José Older & Alyssa Wong (229 BBY)

The High Republic: Temptation of the Force - Tessa Gratton (circa 229 BBY) RELEASE DATE June 11, 2024

The High Republic: Tears of the Nameless - George Mann (circa 299 BBY) RELEASE DATE September 24, 2024

The High Republic: Beware the Nameless - Zoraida Córdova (circa 229 BBY) RELEASE DATE AUGUST 27, 2024 (JR)

The High Republic: Tempest Breaker- Cavan Scott (circa 229 BBY) RELEASE DATE DECEMBER 3 2024

Tales of Enlightenment - George Mann

Starlight Stories - Charles Soules, Cavan Scott, Justina Ireland

Old Republic Stuff SOO intent on making me learn about mandalore. and unfortunately. i am!!! boo!!!!

I like Revan + Scourge!!! cool guys

ohhh the sequels are evil btw.

LotJ is such a difficult book to read bc the Jedi who die at the end of every chapter, lmao but i Loveee thinking about Hyperspace. 6 year old me would be so surprised

FATMAN IS THE NAME OF THE SHIP

NOOOO NOT MANDALOREEE NOT MANDAALOREEE

lol the semi organic droids to protect cynxia are very cool make me sad, AND i like shigar he’s my new bestie

theron is also cool + a whole new appreciation for GRANDMASTER SATEEL SHAN

ZOMBIES

OMG not the random cult and the LEVELER and The Kevmo baby boy babiest of alll baby boys he’s so sweet and earnest and he DIED

ohh btw i like dalien in that i think he is Interesting and i am interested in him. i do not like lanoree in that she has a bad attitude but i do think that’s the point

literally zero things worked for me in out of the shadows while the first YA book had A LOT that worked. go figure.

Pretty much soured on the YA/MG Novels at this point

missing my boy Kevmo, but i think that might have been the excitement of a little jedi

Reath Silas. Sure! i can dig it.

Cohmac Vitus buddy i am COMING FOR YOU. that motherfucker handed his 18 year old padawan his lightsaber and sprinted out of the room. GIRL.

[sunmontuewrites]

WEEKEND LIST

This is an EPIC to-do list... If I can do >75% then I will feel like I've accomplished A LOT. (And aiming for >50% in each section).

Bonus that I am already at home, finished work and I have very little plans (other than some shopping with my best friend) this weekend.

SELF CARE 6%

Facial

Exercise – dance + walk

Pedicure

Shave

Manicure

Spa bath?

Writing sprints x10

SHOPPING (Saturday morning 10am-1pm) 100%

Pak'n'Save - flour, cans of drink

Cracker Jack - tooth brushes, clothes

Warehouse Stationary - slime solution

JayCar - 3V batteries

David's Emporium - Pipe cleaners, foam tape, cardboard straws

KMart - tennis balls

PBTech - headphones

Chemist Warehouse - eye gel, nurofen, Mg tablets, foot mask, wart stuff

HOUSE CHORES 76%

Washing – 14 loads

Change sheets on bed

Kids change their sheets

Cat bowls - get working or add Te Ka to other one

Max's bedroom sorted and organised

Clean CPAP machine

Clean out the fridge

Fold all the washing

TASKS 57%

Figure out slime ratio

Make robot hand example

Update 50 Goals FB page

Do some baking (Banana cake? Brownie? What?)

Menu + diary planning for the week

Work for ~60 minutes (finish newsletter)

Finish cutting quilt for LH

ROOM OF DOOM 0%

Clean windows

Dust window ledges

Organise shelves

Vacuum (needs floor cleared first)

Mop floor (still need the floor cleared!)

Get rid of rug

Dust shelves

10min burst tidy: (or put 20 things away)

 1 – 2 – 3 – 4- 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 – 12

Re-organise and set up as bedroom?

[patricksteel]

Here a List of Mods that are not needing the NVSE(Made for the Epic Store to mod). Some of those Mods are personally tested.

If you install Mods with Vortex Mod manager that do not require the NVSE and you do not have the Script Extender Downloaded on Vortex, than modding is possible (like 50% of Mods)

Too many mods for me to find time to personally test. A Tutorial Video(Youtube) and Showcase of the Mods working here:

https://youtu.be/gHCj6mIJNVQ

I installed all of the tested Mods with the Vortex Mod Manager, make sure that the NVSE is not downloaded or just delete it or you will get an Error text when launching from the Manager

List of Mods who don't need NVSE, Tested by myself:

A World Of Pain (Quest and Adventures)(new Lands, Dungeons, Caves and Locations)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/38719?tab=description

All Someguy2000 Mods(like New Vegas Bounties)(Quest and Adventures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/users/2159825?tab=user+files

All Millenia Mods(Weapons, like Ak47)

https://www.nexusmods.com/users/431125?tab=user+files&BH=0

Better Game Performance V5

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/51871?tab=description

More Perks

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35979?tab=posts

The Couriers Cache (Quest and Adventures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/49531?tab=description

DK Female Face Textures

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/38788

A Better Veronica

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/41617?tab=description

Angelic Veronica

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/45165?tab=description

Beauty Pack PLUS -Project Mikoto- Hair - Eyes - Presets

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35878?tab=description

Wasteland Flora and Terrain Overhaul

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39856?tab=files&file_id=1000068193&nmm=1

Autumn Leaves (Quest and Adventures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/50146?tab=description

Interior Lighting Overhaul

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35794?tab=description

ELECTRO-CITY - Relighting the Wasteland

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/37908?tab=description

NV Animated EDE Face

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/66625?tab=description

Sprint Mod

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34943?tab=description

Dramatic Mojave Outpost (Higher Mountains, easy light mod to test if modding works)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/81316?tab=description

Weapon Mods Expanded - WMX

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39651?tab=description

"Classic Fallout Weapons - New Vegas" (Not sure if it does work, gave me mixed signals)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/37002

List of Mods not tested, no NVSE needed as seen from Requirements(No Red Flags too like a bunch of bug reports or no info/description):

Yukichigai Unofficial Patch - YUP

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/51664

Weapon Animation Replacer WAR

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/38527

Weapon Mesh Improvement Mod

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/65052

Weapon Retexture Project - WRP

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/38285

Asurah Reanimation Pack

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/64339

Enhanced Blood Textures for NV v2_22c

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34917

WME - Weapon Mod Expansion

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/37576

MTUI (User Interface/UI improvements)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34902

OJO BUENO Texture Pack

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39755

Unlimited Companions

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34870

The N.V. Interiors Project (Buildings)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/43534

MGs Neat Clutter Retextures

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/42551?tab=description

Monster Mod (New Creatures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/41361

Official Pipboy Readius - New Vegas Edition

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/36646

Fellout NV (Removes the Mexico filter or so)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34888

aMidianBorn NV Book Of Water (Brotherhood of Steel Testures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39873

Beyond Boulder Dome (Quest and Adventures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/46907

FOOK - New Vegas ( overhaul: many bug fixes, new items, high quality retextures and gameplay features)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34684

Populated Casinos

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35369

Fallout - New California (Quest and Adventures)(Started from perssing New Game in Menu!)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/45138

NCR Trooper Overhaul_beta (armors)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/52721

Underground Hideout New Vegas V4-4 (Player Home)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/37884

Improved Robots Textures

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/56759

IMPACT (Weapon Sounds Ballistic VFX overhaul)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/57113

POCO BUENO Texture Pack

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/42028

Uncut Wasteland ( Restores a huge amount of scenery and little random things which were patched out of the game post-release, better PC needed)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/56625

ADAM - A Definitive Armor Mod ( Outcast, Nemesis, NCR Patrol and Trooper armours)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/43192

The New Bison Steve Hotel and Lucky Casino (Quest and Adventures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/40433

Textures Over Time (Rocks Mountains more)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/41101

Advanced Recon Stealth Armor

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/34683?tab=description

CAGE - Continue After Games Ending

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/42428

Nick Cage Moon (No Requirements info)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/63716

Nicolas Cage NCR flag (Nicolas Cage Republic)(No Requirements info)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/74194?tab=posts

TGs Armor Collection for New Vegas (new armors)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35740

NCR Rearmament (New armor replacement for NCR forces)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/40139

Improved LOD Noise Texture

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/46451

The Strip Open

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/38056

Realistic Weapons Damages - New Vegas

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35335

New Vegas Restoration - NVR (A Strip with less Trash on the ground)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35100

Fallout New Vegas Redesigned 2 - Open Source (Hair and Face Modules)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39218

Reinforced Chinese Stealth Suit - NV v2dot2

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35130

Hall Of Equipment (Textures)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/44879

Mobile Truck Base

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/50978?tab=description

Delilah- Mojave MD (Female Companion voiced)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/50641

Gas Masks of the World

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/49475

FNV Project Reality MkI (Weather, lighting, visual effects and immersion features)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/42180

Mojave Raiders (Overhaul of New Vegas's raider factions, balancing their loot and adding more of them to fight)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/64660

Run The Lucky 38

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/40531

For the Enclave

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/39531

Sunny Smiles Companion (Could not test it, killed her...)

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/37281

WARZONES - now with ADJUSTABLE SPAWNS (Big Human Battles

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/40980

Realistic Headshots

https://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/35037

List of Mods copied from my Reddit Post as a save file, links plus maybe more people testing mods here on Reddit

https://www.reddit.com/r/falloutnewvegas/comments/13wmq56/fallout_new_vegas_epic_store_mods_list_that_do/