#Strafe Man

[stardestroyer81]

In the tags of my previous post, I mentioned that the prime reason behind Hydro Man's redesign was so that I could have a portrait drawn of him for the finalized version of Mega Man Ultimate's stage select, and seeing as I haven't shown its updated version since 2020... here are the eight robot masters of the Synth Legion in all their glory! 💙🏳️‍⚧️✨

(Psssst! You can find individual pins of every Synth Legion Number's portrait as well as a full stage select shirt over on my RedBubble store!)

[absolutelyzoned]

whats every1s bug loadout? been trying to get better at em and its.. not going well so far.

[dynmghts]

what a good day to remember that even though it was a part of the rejected dynamy comic, katsuki just wants to be appreciated with, i quote, all the dreadnought love (someone) has.

brace yourself a second, i'm gonna talk nerdy history talk.

if you don't know: a dreadnought is a battleship classification from the beginning of the 20th century, which was used as the main naval battleship throughout wwi. the namesake comes from the first of its kind, the british navy's hms dreadnought!

but in japanese kanji, it specifies "super-dreadnought". katsuki, first of all, knows his historical classifications. but second, a super-dreadnought is a very loose term coined for ships developed which "outclassed" a dreadnought - starting with the british orion class battleships, circa 1914. they outclassed typical dreadnoughts in size and firepower (and by that i mean their guns were 13.5 inch, compared to 12 inch).

extending on that idea of "super-dreadnought", though: japan had multiple ships that fell under this classification. the main ones i want to mention are the nagato and yamato-class battleships, super-dreadnoughts, which were some of the most powerful ships in the world for a very long time. (the nagato-class was completed post-wwi, the yamato-class was completed pre-wwii.) their firepower completely outshone any predecessors; remember, the first super-dreadnoughts had 13.5 inch guns. WELL. the nagato-class had 16.1 inch guns, while the yamato-class had 18.1 inch guns, to compare.

"so cam what the FUCK are you getting at," you may ask. i swear i have a point here!

katsuki is saying that if you're going to love him, it should be with the entire firepower of a super-dreadnought battleship. and knowing katsuki, he's not just saying a single measly pre-wwi dreadnought battleship; remember, he said super-dreadnought in kanji. if we indulge in my headcanon that he's the BIGGEST history buff, he's likely alluding to the yamato-class battleship.

you know, the battleship with approximately nine naval artillery guns, twelve dual-purpose turrets, twelve anti-aircraft guns, twenty-seven automatic anti-aircraft cannons, and four anti-aircraft heavy machine guns, on top of aircraft launch capabilities........

so anyway tl:dr love is war and he demands it as such.

[ahalliance]

me on my delulu arc hoping tubbo and étoiles will be teamed for purgatory 2

[scr11bles]

Hi! Could I have a medic x fem! Reader Italian espresso with a side of chocolate macaron and chocolate cake?

order up for anon! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!

- italian espresso: "Try to stay quiet, understand?" + chocolate cake: forced proximity + chocolate macaroon: rough sex

(MDNI UNDER THE CUT!)

cw: technically cnc (reader wants it but theres no explicit permission given), a little bloodplay but its barely there so??, unprotected sex

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Honestly, you thought Medic hated you. Really, most of the team did when you first showed up, mainly because you were a new face (and also a woman but you reprimanded them swiftly and proved yourself overtime), but Medic always seemed to be the one that would ignore you the most. Even Spy treated you like you existed, which is saying a lot in reference to the Frenchman and his closed off put together personality.

Medic ignored you so much that you haven't even gotten your surgery to have the ability to be Übercharged. Which, in retrospective makes the situation worse for him and you. Ultimately more him than you, since without the ability to Übercharge, you were a prime target for the other duplicate team, constantly being the main focus of their ire. With this, Medic had to follow you around more, pushing himself away from the group and heal you with his medigun before walking away with a scoff and grumbling under his breath.

That particular incident was even happening now, Medic having to strafe away from the group and running behind you to heal you as you outran and skillfully shot at the Blue Scout that wouldn't leave you the fuck alone. Though just as you turn the corner with medic in tow, the enemy Heavy and his own Medic appear, causing you to skid to a stop and turn around, your shoulder crashing into Medic's, making you to trip and catch yourself before running in the opposite direction, barely avoiding the rain of bullets that whir from the Blue Heavy's gun. Running on pure adrenaline and the fear of feeling the pain of being killed (You bitched about that for weeks when you began- how do these people have the ability to literally undo death, but not be able to prevent the pain that comes from it?).

You feverishly turn another corner, entering one of the spacious rooms of the Teufort location and scrambling towards one of the nearby doors, opening it wide and grabbing onto Medic's arm to pull him through with you. Sure, the man probably hated your guts and didn't give two shits about how you ended up, but that doesn't mean you would leave him behind, he is your teammate after all.

Though when you expect to run into a different room, you slam into the wall of... A closet? Fuck. Medic crashes in after you, his medigun clattering to the floor as the door is shut behind the two of you. The closet is smaller than it appears to be, forcing you to squirm against the doctor as your heart pounds in your chest from the combination of fear and adrenaline, making your chest rise and fall quickly, your lungs screaming for the air that was stripped from you during the chase. All of the sudden you feel your heart drop as Medic's large hand wraps around your mouth, silencing your frantic breathing. The smell of latex and blood making your head feel fuzzy.

"Try to stay quiet, understand der Schatz?"

His voice is silken but with a twist, the tone he uses holding a sort of rumbling growl in its depths. You feel Medic's other hand snake around your waist, tugging you towards him to press your back against his chest, and you can feel that he too is panting, his warm breaths ghosting against the back of your ear. You turn your head to the side slightly, making eye contact with him and letting your expression get away from you as your eyes go wide from the shock of him being so close and willingly touching you. The way your eyes must've been bugging out of your head makes Medic smirk down at you, the man chuckling darkly. It isn't the first time you've heard the sound, but when he's so close you feel the rumble and baritone of the sound, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Footsteps pound against the flooring outside the door to the closet and you swear you feel Medic pull you closer to him, his hand still staying pressed against your mouth to keep you quiet. Your eyes stay wide as you hear the enemy Medic and Heavy talk, praying to whatever god that they wouldn't find you and your own Medic and shoot the two of you dead. As the footsteps of the enemy fades, you imagined crying from the relief. Thinking that Medic would let go, you try to move forward and reach for the doorhandle until you feel Medic tighten his grip on you and keep you in place, making you cinch your eyebrows together and crane your neck to look up at him behind you.

"We should wait. They could be lingering..."

He murmurs against the shell of your ear, immediately feeling your face burn from the close proximity. You suppose he was right, and this position didn't really hurt, in fact- you really liked this position. Medics hand splays across your stomach, his gloved fingers practically teasing the edge of the shirt of your uniform, threatening to slip the cool latex under the fabric and tease your skin. You in turn arch you back into him, the chill of his gloves making you squirm, causing Medic to tighten his hold on you even more.

"Careful Schatz, you're not trying to provoke me, are you?"

He teases, sliding his gloved hand under your shirt and letting his fingers roam across your stomach, slowly inching his fingers up to your ribs and feeling him shudder as he touches the bottom of your ribcage. His deft fingers prodded at your ribs before sliding his hand up further and cupping your breast through your bra, giving the sensitive mound of flesh a rough squeeze that elicits a hiss from you. Once again, Medic chuckles against your ear, lowering his face to nuzzle the side of you neck before biting onto the curve where you neck meets your shoulder, sinking his teeth deep into your skin and pulling away when you whimper to lick at the blood that pools at the marks.

You murmur his name, and you feel the twitch in his pants start to grow behind you, his hand around your breast tightening once more for a rough squeeze before trailing back down to your pants, sliding his gloved fingers beneath the fabric and pushing aside your panties before swiping a finger across your slickening folds. The wet sounds that echo off the closet walls make you whine, embarrassment and pleasure flooding through your veins at the sound of your arousal.

"Don't be shy Liebe, I've wanted this too."

Medic growls against the skin of your throat, his gloved fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit while relishing in the small noises that escape you and the quivers of your body. You swallow shakily, letting a particularly large moan tumble past your lips when Medic pushes two fingers into the depths of your wet heat, the texture of his gloves and thickness of his fingers making your brain short circuit. He curls his fingers deep inside you and keeps his thumb on your clit, the stimulation making your knees grow weak and pathetic whines exude from your throat. At a particular brush against your sweet spot, a loud moan escapes past your lips. Medic curves his fingers deeper into you, thrust his fingers knuckle deep into you and eliciting a louder moan from your lips. When you part your lips to make more noise, Medics hand around your jaw shifts, the doctor forcefully shoving his fingers into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue.

"Ich hätte nicht erwartet, dass du so laut bist."

He murmurs into your ear, withdrawing his fingers from your cunt and grinning wickedly when you whine from the loss of stimulation. Bastard. Though your whining comes to an end when you feel him yank down your pants and undoing his just as swiftly, shuddering as you feel his cock brush against your skin. Medic shoves his fingers deeper into your mouth, causing you to gag on the latex of his gloves while he pushes your head back against his shoulder. The doctor loops his other arm under your knee, forcing your thigh to press against your chest to give him easy access to your weeping core. He guides his cock to align with you dripping cunt, rubbing himself through your folds to create a makeshift lube before plunging deep into you, ignoring the gagged moan that drips from your lips at the burn and stretch of him within you.

Medic doesn't let you adjust, needlessly and roughly thrusting up into you and letting out faint pleasurable grunts while pressing down harder on your tongue with his fingers, not caring that some of the blood from his gloves is smearing onto your lips and your tongue, the copperish-iron taste making you gag further. Your body convulses beneath the doctor as he doesn't relent in his pace, the piston of his hips making you hiccup and stutter over your already barely formed words. Medic bites down on your neck again, sucking what you know is going to be a deep hickey later into your skin. At the sound of your muffled moans, Medic chuckles his usual dark chuckle into the skin of your throat, his grunts morphing into deep moans.

"So tight Schatz, I should've done this sooner."

The man grunts, a piece of his usually slicked back hair falling from its hold and brushing against the lens of his glasses. His thrusts start to stutter, turning his body and pushing you up against the wall of the closet to pound into you harder without abandon. The new pace and angle makes you weak in the knees, bracing yourself up against the wall as you moan and whimper while drooling over his fingers. Through the flutter of your walls, he knows your close, shifting his hold under your knee to position his fingers perfectly over your clit, rubbing harsh circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

With the stimulation you feel the heated band growing in your belly snap, your hold against the wall becoming weak as you cum and squeeze him like a vice, the pressure pushing him over the edge too, making him paint the inside of your cunt with all he has. Medic thrusts harshly a few more times while nipping at you neck as the two of you come down from your highs.

Medic pulls out of you with a strangled grunt, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth and patting your cheek with a small chuckle as he helps you back into your pants, the sentiment coming off as odd but endearing all the same.

"You failed!"

Fuck. The Administrators voice rings out through the whole area of Teufort, signalling your loss against your mirror team. You turn to Medic and grimace, the two do you are definitely getting interrogated on where you were instead of helping. Surely you can come up with something convincing, right?

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first request!!! i hope i did medic justice he was my og crush when my brother introduced me to tf2

[saphronethaleph]

Faster Falcon Finding

“Okay, what’s wrong now?” Finn asked, coming down from the dorsal turret. “We did jump to lightspeed, right?”

“We jumped to lightspeed, then the motivator on this piece of garbage failed!” Rey replied, already levering up one of the floorboards with her staff. “That was the only thing that wasn’t giving alerts!”

She glanced up at Poe, who’d arrived from the cockpit. “Not that our pilot was helping much.”

“Hey, cut me some slack!” Poe replied, defensively. “I’m an ace fighter pilot not freighter pilot! And I didn’t want to take this ship anyway!”

“It’s not like we had much choice,” Finn pointed out. “That quadjumper got blown to pieces! We were being strafed! We’ve got to get to the Resistance, right?”

“Yeah, but – you guys seriously don’t know whose ship this is?” Poe asked. “I asked before but I think the question got lost!”

“Like we are?” Rey asked, then put a hydrospanner between her teeth while she adjusted something with a vibro wrench. “Hold on… who does this? This thing’s got a bypass on it to feed pseudovelocity compensation from the secondary generator – the one that blew up halfway through the fight!”

She sighed. “And it’s not on any of the manuals, either.”

“I’m not really surprised,” Poe said, then something began beeping.

“What’s that?” Finn asked. “That doesn’t sound like a good beep. That sounds like a very bad beep!”

“Proximity alarm, I think,” Poe replied, turning to run back to the cockpit. “That or the reactor’s about to fail, but since the reactors are in standby right now… it’d have to be-”

He yelped.

“Guys!”

“What?” Rey replied, head poking up from the underfloor compartment.

“You’re going to want to see this!”

By the time Rey reached the cockpit, several seconds after Finn, their ship was already most of the way inside the cargo bay of a much bigger bulk freighter.

“That’s not good,” Fin summarized. “Do you think – the First Order? Have they found us?”

“Maybe,” Poe muttered. “If they have, why aren’t they using a Star Destroyer?”

“Do they have enough to go around?” Rey asked.

“Who cares, we need to get out of this mess!” Finn said. “Tractor beam, right? Can we shoot it out?”

“Not likely,” Poe replied. “Okay – we need to hide under the floor plates. Rey, how soon can you get that hyperdrive motivator fixed?”

“If I knew that I’d already have it fixed!” Rey shot back. “Um – I’ll see how quickly I can do it?”

“Make it quick,” Finn suggested.

BB-8 whistled something.

“Yeah, take BB, he can help,” Poe agreed. “Finn, you and me should hide in the other compartment.”

It was cramped in the other compartment, but not that cramped, and Finn felt around to make sure he knew the space.

“It’s like these were built to hide stuff in,” he said.

“Of course they were, do you know whose ship this is?” Poe replied, in a whisper.

“I clearly don’t,” Finn countered.

Something went clang, then two sets of feet walked up the ramp.

Stopped.

“If you’re in the underfloor compartments, you can come out now, nice and slow,” a voice told them. “My friend and I have you covered, so don’t get any funny ideas.”

Finn glanced at Poe. “Got any funny ideas?” he whispered.

“I’ve got a blaster, but that’s it,” Poe told him, quietly.

Then a hand lifted the compartment, and Finn put his hands up as a sixtyish human man covered him with a blaster.

Poe stared.

“...General Solo!?” he said, astonished. “How did you-”

“I thought General Solo was a girl!” Finn objected.

“There’s two, they got married,” Poe said. “This is Han Solo, not Leia Organa Solo. I, uh… so I can explain-”

“General Solo?” Rey asked, then banged her head on the roof of the compartment. “Ow!”

She shoved the roof of the engineering space open, and stared at the wookiee pointing a bowcaster at her. “And you – you must be Chewbacca!”

Chewbacca made a pleased noise.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m recognizable too,” Han muttered. “So you stole my ship?”

“We didn’t have much choice,” Rey said. “We were being shot by the First Order!”

“Imagine how I felt!” Han replied. “I got called in to do a favour for my wife by helping answer the distress call of that kid over there, Poe Dameron, right?”

Poe nodded, a bit jerkily.

“I knew he was on this dustball Jakku, not much else,” Han went on. “So Chewie and I parked our ship – this ship – to ask the locals about anything that had been happening, and then the First Order starts shooting at us and I turned around and our ship was taking off without us!”

“...oops,” Rey said, quietly. “Sorry?”

“We didn’t recognize it,” Finn volunteered.

“I did, but I got outvoted and it was a bit hectic,” Poe finished.

“I also want to have a word with your engineer,” Rey said. “Who has a failing inertial compensator?”

Chewbacca suggested something.

“If that compensator had failed I certainly wouldn’t have been able to do that!” Rey objected. “...I don’t think I could anyway, is that possible?”

“How did you catch up to us, then?” Poe asked.

“That’s the ship we’re on,” Han explained. “I paid some smugglers way too much to charter their freighter-”

“Hey, Solo!” a trandoshan called, from the cargo ramp. “You done yet? We need to get moving!”

“Give me a minute!” Han shouted back. “Eesh, with how much I paid you’d think they’d be less rude.”

There was a clunk, and the whole freighter shook slightly.

“What was that?” Rey asked.

The trandoshan outside shouted something harsh in another language, and Han frowned.

“That sounds important, we’d better go and see,” he said.

By the time they were outside, the situation had not improved.

Two more freighters had shown up and docked with the one Han had chartered, and both had disgorged heavily armed groups, and the trandoshan smuggler group had armed up to find out what was going on.

“Hey, Rakas!” the first pirate group said. “Where are our rathtars?”

“Rathtars?” Rey repeated. “What are those?”

“They’re not hauling rathtars on this thing, are they?” Finn asked, extremely worried.

“I didn’t ask,” Han admitted.

“Rathtars are balls of teeth, tentacles and attitude,” Finn summarized. “You don’t want to deal with them!”

“We’ve got them, we’ve got them,” the trandoshan leader said. “Just let us get our passengers out of the cargo hold and we’ll begin the process of transferring them safely. You don’t want to cut corners with rathtars.”

“You were supposed to be delivering them already!” the pirate snapped, then the other group turned up and bristled. Blasters got pointed in just about every direction, and Poe frowned.

“This doesn’t look good,” he muttered. “What are those guys doing here, then, if the other group are here for the rathtars?”

“That’s Solo’s ship!” the aqualish in charge of the third group said. “I was here for the bounty on you, Rakas, but Solo’s bounty is much higher!”

“How much higher?” the trandoshan asked, sounding interested.

“Uh oh,” Rey said.

BB-8 whistled, and all the pirates turned to look.

“...isn’t that the BB unit the First Order is after?” one of the pirates asked. “The one where they’re offering enough to buy all of us a ship?”

“Run,” Han advised.

Rey and Poe made it into the Falcon, but a barrage of laserfire cut the others off from the ship, and Han glanced at Finn as they hid behind some barrels.

“Please tell me you’ve got a com frequency for them!” he said.

“Here,” Finn replied, handing his comlink straight to Han.

“Okay, listen!” Han said. “Underneath the back right seat in the cockpit there’s a control to deploy a miniature blaster turret. Use that to give us some cover!”

The Falcon deployed its miniature turret a moment later, opening fire, and Han glanced around as Chewbacca used his bowcaster to nail one of the trandoshans to a wall.

“We need to shut off the tractor beam before we go anywhere,” he said. “Story of my life… okay, kid, how good are you with freighter control systems?”

“...I don’t like this question,” Finn admitted.

“You’ll like the plan even less,” Han told him, glancing over his shoulder at one of the other corridors leading off the hangar bay. “We need to cause chaos. They’re keeping the rathtars somewhere, so…”

“You make terrible business decisions!” Finn accused.

“I know, I know!” Han replied. “Do you have any better ideas?”

“When a plan is this bad, no plan is better than this plan!” Finn complained.

[weirdchristmas]

"Allerhand hoert man von dire - das kostet strafe -- komm' zu mir!" "Gruss vom Krampusine!"

[valiantwarriorsquadroncomic]

MY VWS PROJECT IS RUNNING

“The VALIANT WARRIOR SQUADRON is a serialized collection of short stories following an American soldier named Joseph Baker, in an alternate earth, year 2040. After developing psychic powers from a bio-terrorist weapons misfire, Joseph is inducted into VWS-1 special forces to fight a neo-nazi organization that has caused death and suffering for countless people, including Joseph himself. Not only fighting for right over wrong, and for personal revenge, Joseph fights to preserve a fleeting sense of normalcy in an increasingly tumultuous and unsure world. The Valiant Warrior Squadron explores the importance of putting aside personal differences to create a united front against fascism, while also taking inspiration from anime and video games such as the works of Hideo Kojima and Koichi Ohata. If you are looking for an adult-geared story about war and fascism with a diverse cast of heroes (including multiple large, bulky monster women!) The Valiant Warrior Squadron might be for you!

you can read it on tumblr  https://valiantwarriorsquadroncomic.tumblr.com/

and on wordpress!  https://valiantwarriorsquadron.wordpress.com/

i’m also active on twitter!  https://twitter.com/Towerofdoubt

thanks for reading, hope you enjoy my stories!

ACKNOWLEDGMENT AND THANKS

Editor for missions 1-2: Tish doolin https://heysawbones.tumblr.com/

Story Consultant: Gabriela Carolina

LINKS TO EACH STORY!

[mars-ipan]

ok so . one of my christmas presents this year was basically a bootleg gameboy with a bunch of classic games on it. it looks like this

and it’s smth i’m genuinely very happy to have i love old games i love having ways to spend my time. however this thing has 300 games on it and . they sure seem interesting, to say the least. i’m going to make a list of the best titles in this library so you can enjoy them with me

curly monkeyz

beaver

curly monkey [different game from curly monkeyz)

distinction

eeeck! a mouse!

greedy

homing chicken

jumping weald

mad xmas

mike pig

pong ping

prey

repair urgently

speed man

spring jester

worm dream

echo chamber

falling

girl

lawn purge

colliding

cookies labrynth

eggs

teleport

magic jony

seething

brother ball

danger bridge

dejectile

egg contest

final blood

fruit pig

jump jump

lattice winner

magic egg

pindable

pizza boy

warrior lemon

pulveration

seamaid

sea wolf

utmost warfare

vigilant

water pipe

wild worm

assart

burbles

cannonade

hallihoo

tactful

devildom doom

trojan

frantic mouse

freecell

fruitdish

strong pjcc

primitive man

primitive woman [feminism!]

wonder rabbit

rural gonlin

masked manz

pobble

polar bat

abscondee

agile mice

alone

zooming

knock time

the hacker

hard mission

blobman

hurry burry

radish field

bird eggs

goblet tower

music moment

happy adventure

eidolons revenge

corridor

convection

bumbee

bug’s war

dune war

edacity snakes

grot kid

hit mouse

aimless

jungly guy

paigow

penta base

bingo zap

birdie nesr

insect chase

strafe

last cabra

[sleepyrocket]

finally someone talking about this.. i literally don’t get the point on this whole NoDamageRocket thing. that’s technically not how you play rocket since his orbs don’t do much healing/they don’t stack. -> which is why i get pissed whenever im a solo healer with him because he’s not good as a singular support, he’s good as a 3 support comp, or two, but not a singular.

Technically , the role in marvel rivals is support (or strategist) which means you have to keep your team alive by via healing, but most supports have a damage option, i feel like people underestimate his damage and how powerful it is in close range but rather healbot like a total moron. it’s understandable if they’re pre-healing which is completely different from healbotting.

and which is why it was funny getting called “diff rocket” by the enemy rocket, but yet they sat in game and spammed right click… ironic, right? i just wish people stop glazing NoDmgRocket , it’s not impossible to get to like grandmaster or celestial with rocket , like any other character, it just takes long because he isn’t really valuable in high elos + he gets banned a lot.. as long you know how to position , take cover, and use high ground, and aswell learn to use his kit well then you’ll probably get there.

although his ult isn’t the ones people want, it’s really powerful if people stop walking away from the amplifier, and also provide a 40% damage boost which is heavenly when it comes to pushing the objective. his jetpack is really good for mobility, only 10m when dashing foward without using walls, and also really good to get away from sticky situations (since rocket is really squishy and easy to kill by divers like spider-man and BP.) where you don’t want to be in. however, use them wisely since they have a cooldown of 6 seconds, and also it’s only 2, not unlimited.

his primary does great damage which unfortunately is quite underrated, but as i said before, rocket is a projectile hero, so you don’t need to be 100% accurate with your shots compared to a hitscan character like punisher or black widow.

but i recommend strafing whenever you do use his primary since it’s harder for someone to hit you.. although he is kinda hard to hit anyway since he’s really small and squishy.

the team-up ability is really good, infinite ammo and faster fire rate with a bucky or punisher on your team, i mainly use it on a bucky since his fire rate is quite slow without a boost, but usually use it with both. the groot ablity is good, however, i won’t recommend using it if groot is getting ganged up on by the enemy team.

comment is from a youtube video, not mines.

Edit: he doesn’t do much healing, sure, but he isn’t the worse support in the game, it just depends on how you play him since there’s different playstyles, i play him similarly to a damage dealer but still being a healer at the same time, but healbotting just ruins rocket’s value since he has a primary that does damage-> which shreds tanks (with hitting headshots), but does more damage at 5 meters.

[regina-bithyniae]

Indeed, not having a job in a ship, for example, as a rescued survivor of another, can induce a sense of helplessness. There have been remarkable examples of coolness aboard warships in action. A Royal Naval pilot above Falkland Sound spoke to the operations room of a ship below: ‘I said: “What do you mean, wait?” He said: “Well, we’ve just had our ops room strafed with gunfire, with 30mm cannon.The man across the desk from me has lost the top of his head and I’ve been hit in the arm and I’m just collecting myself.”

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

Though tightly squeezed and under heavy fire, Easy held its ground. The Germans did not enter Nuenen. As the sky drew dark, Winters, badly outnumbered, finally ordered his men to withdraw. A short distance west of the village, a line of American deuce-and-a-half trucks waited for them, as did Lewis Nixon. He had been with Easy when it ran into the Germans. Knowing Winters would need help, he made his way back to battalion and ordered up the trucks. “Thought maybe you could use a ride,” Nixon said to Winters as his friend approached. Exhausted, Winters could only smile and nod. The wounded were loaded on the trucks and Winters led the rest back to Eindhoven on foot.[...]

Winters and Nixon returned to the church belfry and looked to the south. Although Holland is basically flat, Uden is about twenty feet higher than Veghel in elevation, and the two men had a grandstand seat for the battle. Winters gazed in fascination at the desperate struggle raging just a few miles away. He watched German tanks roll forward in battle formation while Luftwaffe planes strafed the ground ahead of them. The roar of artillery and the incessant rattle of small arms fire echoed across the fields while tracers blazed through the sky. Moments later the observers became the observed as an artillery shell whooshed by the bell tower. Winters and Nixon raced down the stairway. “I don’t think our feet touched the steps more than two or three times,” Winters later reflected. Back on the street, Winters prepared the men for a possible attack, but Uden remained unmolested.[...]

A dull clang to Winters’ left drew his attention. Nixon, a stunned look on his face, removed his helmet. A machine gun bullet had pierced the metal shell near the front, deflected, and exited at the side. It had left a burn mark on the left side of his forehead, but did not break the skin. Nixon would be one of the few Easy Company men to go through the entire war and never get the Purple Heart. “Are you okay, Nix?” Winters asked urgently. “Yeah, I think so,” he said, mildly dazed and feeling his forehead for blood. Finding none, he put the damaged helmet back on his head.[...]

Winters had stopped firing with the darkness, not wanting to give away his position through muzzle flashes. Sometime around midnight, Winters heard engine noises on the road ahead and the distinct clank of tank treads. He hoped the Germans were pulling out, but he held his line, waiting for daylight. As he listened to the noises, he looked at Nixon, who was huddled next to him. Somehow his friend had procured a bottle of schnapps and was in the process of finishing it off. “Where the hell do you find this stuff?” Winters asked in a low tone. Nixon waved the bottle at him drunkenly and said, “Never underestimate the resources of a man in need.” Winters shook his head in disapproval. He would not take this kind of behavior from any other man and was not sure why he tolerated it from Nixon. But he knew Nixon would be there doing his job when needed.

~ Larry Alexander

[maddmuses]

DOSSIER CHEAT SHEET

LEGAL NAME : jean elaine grey-summers NICKNAME[S] : red – real no-brainer , jeanie – an affectionate nickname (used mostly by logan) , jeanie cakes (a mocking variation some people used after logan joined the institute) , jean-o (a casual one used by her childhood friends) , jay (a nickname that bobby gave her after getting WAY too into clerks) , m girl (ref. to her hero name) , phoenix (a codename by which some people knew as her only name by for basically an entire year). DATE OF BIRTH : november 22. GENDER : ciswoman PLACE OF BIRTH : annadale-on-hudson, new york, united states CURRENTLY LIVING : new york, new york, united states. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english (native) — prefers a casual and familiar mode of speech, but is occasionally prone to feigning distance in her vocabulary and word-choice. french — studied as a teen, but eventually downloaded telepathically, has taken on a cajun accent but with a parisian vocabulary, thanks to talking to remy. russian — a regional siberian variation that she learned from telepathic communication with piotr. german — a small amount, kurt has been highly accommodating in both verbal and telepathic communication, so she only knows phrases and words that he intersperses into his english speech. EDUCATION : xavier's school — has completed the powers-training and conventional schooling paths in both, jean was from the first class of students, though she studied extensively in several disciplines. athletic science and sports medicine — jean's original path of study and field of focus for education while in college, she spent her years leading up to her actual admission boning up on this. psychology and sociology — the primary focus of jean's bachelor studies, changing to this degree path as a dual-discipline during her freshman year. partly because of friendships she made in the classes, but because she also found herself fascinated to gain more insight into the things she would almost constantly hear in her youth. HAIR COLOR :  during her days as marvel girl, and a youth, her hair was a very bright auburn, though it took on a decidedly fiery quality after becoming phoenix. this evolved further as she got older, possibly connected to trauma or some greater connection to the phoenix force, her hair now has a more "true red"/fiery color, with orange highlights forming naturally. EYE COLOR : a gem-like bright green which almost seems to glow at the most subtle moments of her power usage, though they have turned entirely violet, pink, or purple, when engaged in focused use of her psychic powers. STATURE : prone to keeping her center of gravity low, even when not running, strafing, or jumping. a habit developed from her time as an athlete, that served her well as a young hero, but once she began taking to using her powers to fly, jean assumed a tall-standing quality that allowed her to impose the maximum amount of her (modest) height when floating around others, looming over others. PHYSIQUE : thin and sleek as a teen, but developing into a shapely one as an adult, though as an endomorph she has to maintain a healthy diet before "slimming" quickly from those areas first.

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S] : roger grey — eldest brother, a veteran and man who jean had never felt particularly close to growing up, though he kept a close eye on her, he always had to coolest cds to steal borrow. julia grey — the cool eldest sister, julia seemed talented in almost everything, and there was once a time when jean wanted to be julia when she grew up. liam grey — her older brother, liam was always self-reflective and artistic, talking at-length about old poetry and reading words so sad that jean might have cried. sara grey-bailey — jean's older sister, and possibly best friend as a young woman, closest in age jean and sara were only ever seen together, prior to the awakening of jean's powers. PARENT[S] : elaine grey — the woman who cared for jean even in her lowest moments, someone who has largely become an afterthought in jean's adult life, if only because of the complicated feelings about her powers (doomed as the other Greys are, to a gruesome death at the hands of the shi'ar). john grey — a caring father who was stern but understanding, a man who knew well the history he taught, and appreciated jean's attempts at distance after her mutant identity was made to be public (just as doomed as his wife, and descendants, all would be). RELATIVE[S] : phyllis dennefer — sister of her mother and an avid beatles fan, she often visits(ed) to talk with jean and roger about music. brian grey — a favorite uncle, sporty and encouraging of the young jean when she wanted to play baseball (something labeled as "too boyish" by her mother). ororo — sisters of the battlefield, ororo is probably someone who understands jean better than anyone else in the world, barring scott. bobby drake — like a little brother, especially the annoying kind, jean isn't used to being "the big sister", but she was able to manage it by doing her best impressions of sara and julia. CHILDREN : nathan summers (cable) — a step-son, via her clone so... maybe a real son too? but she'd never expect him to reciprocate. rachel summers — her daughter of the future, a counterpart in the phoenix, someone who she has a kindred experience; but with little hope to ever meet her when new. katherine howlett — an anomaly in timespace, from a universe that jean will never know, an unanswered "what if?" that even uatu refuses to dwell on. PET[S] : nada "but i'm single, so maybe someday?".

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : jean has known love, and known what love can do to you. as a psychic, to her the mind is what matters most of all "but a hot body never hurt either". while much of her life was defined opposite men, scott, logan, and even warren, but while at esu her horizons expanded. if you press her for an answer, jean would say "pansexual is probably best". RELATIONSHIP STATUS : post-romantic. that's how jean best describes her situation with her soul mate and ex-husband. the long string of fights, deaths, and experiences, made it hard for jean to be able to compromise what she had once been with who she is now, but hey "till death did we part" right? now she's definitely flirty and on-her-way-to-30. SINCE WHEN : "literally since the last time i died lol."

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[leaderofthemafia]

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[stardestroyer81]

This past Saturday marked the five year anniversary of Mega Man Ultimate's conception, and my good friends got to see a slides presentation of my sizeable archive of five years worth of concept art and early sprites dating as far back as late 2017!

One such early sprite was the very first stage select portrait for Zap Man, in which I had drawn him in a front-facing angle rather a 3/4ths angle. My sister @stephysalcido suggested I ought to remaster Zap Man's original stage select portrait, and what I ended up with not only exceeded my expectations but looks wicked cool too! 💙✨

[ddarianne]

Ah, just watched uncle dane's heavy video, made me cry, he didn't even scratch the surface on good positioning and his gameplay killed me. Also not even a mention on why sandvich is so good with or without a medic, just replacing a small healthpack for your team ;A; Also my boi doesn't bone his gun, you know how expensive that would be? he is not stoopid *cries* He treats his gun more like a child or his favourite stuffed toy, than a woman, specially on the comics. Also boyo! how can you ignore that voicespam with the medic, it's too iconic man, too iconic People still don't give him enough respecc. *sadge* So many details that he still hasn't picked up, shaking head, also my boy can move, last thing soldiers want to see it's a strafing heavy, and let me tell you, we're like a flying truck. Psht, freaking noob.