#agents in MA

[gophergal]

there are many kinds of love

TFTober 3 - Relationships

[smilelikeanhyde]

Loki god of stories

[local-meme-lord]

Okay, I know it is supposed to be spooky season, but I need to share this on my main.because it both the most cute yet weirdest illustration from a purly in universe pov and I always remember it around this time.

Okay, this is it. On the surface, it's a very cute villain chirstmas get together.

But then you realize despite Donald being the warden, most of these guys are from Mickey universe even the lesser known ones [even catnip despite him being more of a bully than a harden criminal) . And for some reason Megavolt is only darkwing villain there.

Then you see Eil having a crush on Clarabelle, which is simply not the case, as he's merely using her.

And also Scuttle pushing Vulter.

Scuttle pushing freaking Vulter!

And yeah, the more you think about it the more it get weird. Especially with Jimmy just vibing on a gift

[screenbeanz]

Without a Trace. Agent Jack Malone's opinion on Santa Claus.

[yourlocal-edgelord]

ok so bc my alfreds cookies were such a success i’m gifting you guys more recipes

[ladamedusoif]

A Merry Fic-Mas: Masterlist

Inspired by this December prompt list.

31 days. 31 (hopefully) stories. 12 Pedro boys.

Starry Nights (Joel Miller)

Baking (Dieter Bravo)

Hot Chocolate (Marcus Pike)

Scarf (Javi Gutierrez)

Music (Marcus Moreno)

Snowflakes (Javier Peña)

Joy (Din Djarin)

Sweets (Frankie Morales)

Fuzzy socks (Joel Miller)

Sleigh ride (Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels)

Stars (Ezra)

Mulled wine (Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels)

Candles (Frankie Morales)

Books (Professor!Ben - Mr Ben AU)

Ornaments (Din Djarin)

Snowball fight (Javi Gutierrez)

Miracle (Javier Peña)

Christmas market (Marcus Pike)

Apron (Marcus Moreno)

Coming home (Dave York)

Wrapping paper (Joel Miller)

Christmas tree (Professor!Ben - Mr Ben AU)

Fairy lights (Frankie Morales)

Secrets (Marcus Pike)

Family (Din Djarin)

Cookies (Tim Rockford)

Reunions (The Thief - Casillero del Diablo)

Snowman (Dieter Bravo)

Wishes

Silence

Fireworks

[missholloween]

And what if I said curtwen?

[jevilowo]

Broke: the mercs can't be trans, it's the 60s

Woke: queer people have existed since the dawn of time, some of them could be trans

Bespoke: THEY'RE ALL TRANS!!! (evil laughter)

[unregisteredskybox]

[@ysines becuz u asked :D] im gonna preface this rant by saying i think side order was GREAT!!!! i love roguelikes i love splatoon this was a dlc MADE for me,

that being said! the lore was obviously, unfortunately, not the focal point of the dlc, especially the final boss being [spoilers!] another sentient ai. i love the little guy, but tartar [my wife] did it better. so UNDER THE CUT will be a long rant as to what i would make for the final boss of the DLC, along with some art I made for it!!! Oh, and that final boss?

Order, a sentient collection of Eight's memories that deems ITSELF to be the real copy

alright, now that i have your attention, let me go into depth as to how this all began, side order spoilers obviously:

Marina created the Memverse to help all the octolings from the metro of course, but more specifically, her friend Eight. The entire memverse was based on their memories, using them as the "blueprint" for all memcake related technology, since theirs were fully intact. Not only that, but since Eight was not only unsanitized, in a right state of mind, and an incredibly capable fighter, they were the perfect basis for those CLIMBING the tower. if the memverse is brain surgery, than Eight's brain was the example used. makes sense? This is where thing's get weird, however. Eight's memories are embeded within the memverse itself, interconnected with all aspects of it. Functionally speaking, a part of their SOUL was in the memverse, a soul with lots of desires, dreams, and determination. They fought through kamabo co. after all, their soul wouldn't be so easily tamed. Marina allotted too much control over to Eight's memories, so as soon as the memverse was online, they were alive. Alive...

And alone.

The memverse was just booting up, and considering how big it was, it would likely take hours, maybe even days. Days that Not-Eight would have to spend wandering an unfished world alone, devoid of any meaningful colour. It was designed to be monochrome as it was easier to retain memories when climbing the spire, without significant colour to distract the climber. Worst part was, this individual was eight's memories BEFORE octo expansion, so the last thing they remember is falling after fighting agent 3, waking up here. Through time, other memories would spark creation within the world, from the sanitized octolings who helped on the project, but it was still a long and lonely time for Not-Eight. However, as I said, they're the blueprint for this world, and was interconnected with it, so they had a form of control. It wasn't a conscious decision, but rather, the unbearable feeling of loneliness caused the simulation to pull people IN, hoping to satiate the desire for connection the god of this world demanded. And, with our Eight also being integral to the memverse, the system decided the perfect fit would be to bring in their best bud Agent 4! ...Who Not-Eight didn't know because they've never met.

But, after a quick explanation, Four, smart as they are, picks up on the situation: something went wrong in the Memverse, and Eight only remembers her previous memories, and not her current ones. Alright, they've got it completely wrong, but it's the logical conclusion. The two do find solace in each other, however, as they wander the Memverse searching for...anything really. As this happens though, something starts to happen to Not-Eight. This entire time, they've felt like something was missing. Like when you wake up from a dream, and feel like you can remember it exactly, yet it immediately fades away. That, but constantly. They assume Four's story is correct, since it would explain the feeling, but it doesn't offer them any comfort. There's also Not-Eight's emotional state, since they've been wandering the memverse for days now, and Four's only done it for maybe a few hours. It's taken a toll on their mind, and by proxy, the Memverse itself. Remember, it's connected to them, their loneliness was why Four was here in the first place. As such, with their desire to be fulfilled, to remember something, the Memverse starts to overwork itself; it brings the spire into existence, the Jelletons, all of the challenges, much faster than it should, all for its God that doesn't even know it's a god in the first place. With this speed comes mistakes, or in computer terms, glitches. Just as Not-Eight's mental state effects the memverse, the memverse's stability effects Not-Eight. They start to, if only gradually, undergo a process known as Bleaching; when a Soul and Body are separated into two individual beings, the soul in the memverse, and the body outside of it. [This replaces greyscaling.] But, Not-Eight doesn't have a body, just a simulated one to house their soul. That means, while attempting to climb the spire with four, they start to deteriorate. Pieces of them glitch away, corals grow and cover their face, and features just disappear. It's an incredibly painful process, one that Four doesn't really understand, so they try to solve it in the only way they know how: getting to the top. It's hard, especially considering they have to carry Not-Eight up there, and have no colour chips [Only weapons they summoned the same way Pearl did], but they make it to the control room. Pulling up a monitor, they scroll to a section covering the Admins of the spire. Marina, Pearl, Four themselves, and...two instances of Eight. One of them is glitching out, so that's the one Four goes for, not bothering to question why there were two. They click the button to reset the palette, but...that was probably the worst thing they could've done. In an instant, Not-Eight's mind was flooded with the code of the entire memverse, it's innerworkings, what it was currently processing, and their identity. They knew within an instant that they were just MEMORIES, a shadow of another person. Yet, they also knew how much power they had over the world. Without another word, they immediately Bleached Four, creating the Parallel Canon boss and Order Defense Force. They knew that the "real" Eight would come for them, to subsume them, to replace them, so they would need defenses. Though they acted like a tough general on the outside, in reality, Order was horrified. They were, mentally, a fourteen-year old child who failed to escape to the surface and instead fell into what was practically Hell. A cold, barren landscape with no colour or emotions, a place where they would die by being assimilated into another person. The mask placed on the Parallel Canon boss wasn't something to control them, as they already had that power. Rather, it was to make other beings look more like themselves after they began to decompose. This, is Order, the commander of the spire:

The red bits on their body are pieces they can no longer use due to the Bleaching, which is basically trying to separate their soul in two, considering they don't have a body. All facial recognition they once had has been wiped clean, and they're more coral than octoling at this point. Now is when Eight and the rest of the gang enter the memverse, but how Order presents themself is different. They're still a dignified smoke cloud, as they were after Marina, but they harbor an irrational sense of hatred towards Eight, one that isn't cold or orderly. Boss fights are now, as many people have suggested, Eight fighting the person the palette belongs to. Inky clones of Marie or Big man, who dissipate into a cloud of smoke once you defeat them, with Order taunting/insulting Eight after the fact. However, palette orders are slightly changed, as the last one you get before Eights is Four's. Now, the Parallel Canon boss up to this point would've been the hairless clones specifically, because Order is saving Four for last. Once Eight reaches the top, Order does another monologue, and brings out Four in hopes that Eight's emotional attachment to them would make them give up. [It does not, as Eight is INCREDIBLY used to fighting their brainwashed friends.] Once Four is defeated, they're freed from the Bleaching/mind control, and exposes Order's identity in their fit of rage. Now, Order did genuinely like Four, so seeing them express such hatred for them puts them in a really terrible mood, especially considering Eight is one step closer to replacing them.

at this point, Order freaks out, and Eight probably would as well, considering that they look exactly like each other [Though Order's freakout is more anger and Eight's is more confusion.] Order's one goal now is to kill Eight and replace them before they can do the same. It probably has some sort of AM I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream esque monologue [can you see the inspiration? i love it so much] and deems itself to be the one true "eight." After escaping the tower, with a bit of exposition from both Four and Marina, the entire group basically figures out what's going on. Their respective reactions, however, are a little different, mainly between Eight and everyone else. Most of the group feels sympathetic for Order, as they're a 14 year old who's only known loneliness, the fake sunlight, and is currently at risk of being replaced as a person. Eight, however, has NO sympathy for Order whatsoever, an opinion they would definitely voice. They toiled and troubled through Kamabo Co and the spire just to get their memories back, but now their friends are arguing that they shouldn't? That they should remain without memories just to keep a fake person alive? I've been writing this with more of a story perspective than a gameplay one, so this would probably cause some divide in the group. How the Memverse works to me is after freeing Marina, all of them could come and go from the simulation as they please, like a normal VR. And, because I loooove angst, I could see Eight sneaking into the simulation when everyone else is gone and fighting Order themselves, since no one agrees with them.

Here's where I split the timeline a little, because honestly? I don't know how this should end! I could see two options, option 1. With plenty of time and convincing, they learn to coexist, Order eventually becoming like a little sister to Eight and the two of them living in harmony, completing each other. Option 2? One of them kills the other, permanently, and basically absorbs their mind, memories and bodies, just fitting with the personality of whoever won. IDK!!! I could draw smth for both maybe? Or if you, the lovely reader have any ideas???

And if you have any questions about this (or the aforementioned ideas) don't be afraid to drop an ask!!!!!!!! ooough that was long. thanks for reading : D

[gaymedievaldruid]

Idk if people have talked about this or there's already some fandom consesus but I'm just gonna talk I can't help it I just love gender queer curt too much. The face he makes BOTH RECORDINGS of doing this when he says "I'm?? A guy???" Just. Yes have that gender crisis in the middle of coming out to your bestie this is why we stan agent curt mega

Slightly more serious, I hate this but I think Owen would react VERY differently to Curt questioning his gender pre- and post-fall. Pre is he's a lil confused, but he got the spirit, with a "okay that's great for you but no one else can ever even guess" twist to it. He's supportive, and he's happy that some of the stress Curt has been carrying seems to ease as they talk, but Owen is worried that this won't be something they can hide as well as they do their relationship. He almost think it's cruel to keep talking about it, when it's too much of a risk for Curt to ever act on any of it even between the two of them, but that thought gets solemnly locked away. They hid one secret well enough, what's the harm of another?

Post-fall happens in a very specific way in my brain. Au where Owen gets away or otherwise Curt doesn't shoot him, Curt is trying to sort this out on his own. But he doesn't want to. He talks a bit to Tatiana, who understands and empathises in her own way, but she's already living with her family at this point, and Curt is too self-conscious to talk about this properly with her, not when it takes up so much energy. And then doing his "I'm going to take down Owen (and also chimera I guess)" thing, he and Owen end up in a situation where they have to be civil to each other for a semi-extended period. Maybe one has the other in handcuffs, and th fight is already over, or maybe they're both trapped in a small space, without weapons or maybe mutually wounded. Either way, there's a long silence.

And curt starts talking. For him, it's while final hammer for the solidification that he may choose to leave Owen, and he may stand by that decision again and again, but he won't stop loving him even if hurt and anger are there too. It's simply too easy to talk to Owen, even if he's broodily staring at the corner and either pretending to or actually ignoring him.

For Owen, that's the very start of that same realisation. That he'll listen to Curt, that he still has the instincts to care for him, that he can choose between letting the distance between them ebb away or splinter further apart. He thought his anger had burned one of those choices away, but it still lingers. Owen still cares about that thread of stress in Curt, finds the same relief he always would have in seeing it unwind. This time, he doesn't care about secrets, he doesn't tell him to keep it between them. But he doesn't offer anything either, even as his mind instinctively idly grasps for solutions.

They may choose each other again. They may choose to push the other away. In the end I think this rant of kind got beyond my genderqueer!curt starting point, but I still think that they can choose. And I think that's just as important.

[teshiee]

What is different about agent Smith in comparison to the regular red Ninja Kai ?

Like, do his rabbits change ?

For example maybe he stopped caring so much about his hair or playing video games or he started eating healthy. Something that if the Ninja saw him doing it they would be like "WHAT IS GOING ON ?! YOU HATE/LOVE DOING xy!"

Kai: No, I dont. Why would I ? Weirdos

Okay first off i have to clarify i did NOT come up with this AU !!

but i will answer anyway- just my personal thoughts!!! eherm. okay so

to answer your question anon? i did consider this, but i like to think Kai's the same case as Jay AKA overall personality retained, but just memories wiped.

Like imagine the other co-workers ask "Why'd you do that?“ when they do something out of habit and then they'd think. "Huh. Why did i do that?" and not question it ever again because they genuinely can't recall anything HA

BUT i do like this idea,, so i might just entertain it. for funsies. heh. Thank you for the inquiry anon!!!!

[xamaxenta]

We’ve had Omega Ace milkies

Its time for Omega Marco milkies and Sabo is incredibly down bad

But bros lactose intolerant

[stiwnty]

ANOTHER THING PLUS MY PREV POST

Agent, Smith, whatever you call him. He was made in Adooooobe. Just look at him. No curved lines, the only one being his torzo. But that curve is symetricallll

HE was MADE in ADOBE

[lancelotslair]

galaxies worst force user and the body guard that broke his nose

[ladamedusoif]

Mulled Wine (Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x F!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 12

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist, and follow @ladameecrit for my writing updates.

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/18+ MDNI

Warnings: Alcohol consumption; established relationship; light smut (heavy making out and fingering; implied smut; no use of Y/N; no physical descriptions of reader; language

Word Count: 1050

Summary: He might be a whiskey man by name, but he’s willing to try anything if you offer it.

I imagined this as part of the “Sleigh Ride” universe, though of course both fics can be read separately.

For @agentjackdaniels, as ever.

Jack takes off his boots on the porch, shaking off the snow, and quietly lets himself into the ranch house. He can hear you humming and clattering pans and bottles in the kitchen, presumably rustling up another of the little treats you love to make when you’re down here, just the two of you.

He tiptoes in his warm, thermal boot socks across the floorboards and peeks around the kitchen door. You’re absorbed in whatever it is you’re making, bobbing your head to music and wiggling your hips. The ties of your apron only serve to accentuate the curve of your waist, your hips, that generous ass that drives him insane, and Jack has to take a moment before he loses the run of himself.

You don’t hear a thing as he approaches, a wicked grin spreading across his handsome face. He gets up nice and close - and then he strikes, wrapping his arms around you and smooshing the frozen, pink skin of his cheek against your warm face.

“JACK! Fucking hell, babe!”

He chuckles as you squeal at the cold and playfully slap his arms away, spinning you round and holding you all the closer.

“Sure is a pity when a woman doesn’t want to help warm up her man.” He does that half-smile you love so much. It’s all you can do not to haul him to bed and really warm him up.

“You’re damned lucky you’re cute, Mr Daniels.” You reach for a cheap but cheerful bottle of red wine and uncork it before pouring it into a large pan.

“And your problem is you’re just too cute, Mrs Daniels,” Jack replies, taking off his navy-blue padded coat and scarf to reveal the green plaid flannel and simple grey sweater beneath.

He wanders over to watch what you’re doing. “Hold up, darlin’. Did you just pour a whole bottle into that pan?”

You nod and giggle at his confused expression. “Sure did.”

He spots the spices and oranges lined up and ready to join the steaming purple-red liquid in due course.

“Aw, no. This isn’t that hot wine thing, surely.”

“Hot wine? It’s mulled wine, Jack. Or Glühwein, in German. It’s delicious!”

Your husband looks sceptical. He’s a man who doesn’t much believe in adding extra flavours to alcoholic beverages. If it doesn’t stand up on its own, it’s probably not worth drinking.

But he’s curious, watching you add cinnamon sticks and star anise and cardamom pods and cloves and orange slices to the wine as it starts to bubble away on the stove. And damned if it doesn’t smell divine.

You catch his nose twitching as the aroma develops. “What’s it smell like, baby?”

Jack closes his eyes and thinks. “Christmas.”

***

He’s left you to finish fixing the wine and has set a roaring fire in the stone hearth, lighting a couple of candles here and there, just the way you like it.

“Okay, love. I’ve got the mulled wine and some cookies, too.”

He takes a glass mug of the steaming beverage, wrapping an arm around you as you settle beside him on the sofa. You offer him a cookie - small, domed, coated in a thin white icing.

“Never seen these before, darlin’.” He picks up a cookie and looks at it, sniffing it cautiously.

“Lebkuchen.”

“Leb-what now?”

“Lebkuchen. Like a soft gingerbread cookie. They used to sell these with the glühwein at the German Christmas market back in the city, when I was a kid.”

Jack takes a bite and savours the honey-sweet spices as they send his tastebuds tingling. “Goddamn. That’s delicious, sugar.”

“Try the wine.”

He still looks sceptical, but the look in your big eyes would convince anyone. So he raises the mug to his perfect mouth and takes a sip.

“Well.” He turns to you. “Well, I’ll be. That’s perfect. Feel like it’s warmin’ me up all the way down to my toes.”

You beam and drink from your own mug, wriggling your toes contentedly. The light from the candles and the fire highlights the beautiful contours and hollows of Jack’s face, picking out golden accents in his coffee-brown eyes.

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, you know that?”

He pulls a bashful expression and flutters his eyelashes. “Gee, shucks.”

“I mean it! And you married me. Me!”

Jack’s eyebrows furrow, confused. “Because you’re the most beautiful and best woman I’ve ever met, darlin’.”

He takes another bite of the cookie. “And you make delicious lobcookins.”

You chuckle awkwardly and bury your face in his chest. “Uh…I may have bought some when I was in the city, before we came down here. So… not homemade.”

Jack feigns horror. “Not homemade?! Well, that’s just not good enough, sugar.”

He takes your mug and puts both of them down on the little side table, before leaning over and caging you with his arms.

“Now what am I supposed to do with you, huh?”

You giggle. “What would you like to do with me, baby?”

Jack’s eyes fall to your body, one hand sliding up and under the fabric of your plaid shirt and long-sleeved undervest. “Oh, I can think of a few things.”

“Tell me.”

He leans in and starts to nibble at your neck as his big hand finds the soft flesh of your breasts, caressing and groping as he hums happily against your throat. “I would like to play with your tits while I kiss your neck and slip a couple of fingers into your panties, darlin’.”

Right on cue, he brings his hand down to unbutton your jeans, and your hips buck upwards against him.

“I’d like to get you off a couple of times with my fingers, feel you all warmed up and ready for me.”

He slips his fingers into your jeans, pulling aside the soft cotton of your panties and finding your pussy as you whine with pleasure.

“Then what? Then what, Jack?”

He slips his fingers away and sits back up, gazing down at you, already halfway to wrecked and still (mostly) clothed.

“Why don’t I get some blankets on that nice hearth rug and I’ll show you, sugar?”

[iasikaijutopia]

Sir.......could you not?