#and gaz enjoys having someone she can talk to about games

[mrehkka]

Some more ZAGR doodles! Haha I think their first "date" probably wouldn't seem like one. Gaz was like "we can go out to eat but don't sit next to me and don't talk to me I have a boss to beat". Zim enjoyed it lmao. Next date, they actually play games together, and since Zim ALSO games and also he has a computer as a second brain, he predicts the game's RNG for Gaz lmao

Then we have Gaz dressing Zim up haha and finally another gaming date- this time when they've dated a while so cuddles are welcome! (Gaz is playing with joycons if it's not obvious lol).

[tacticaldiary]

omg saw your post and yes i’d love to see jealous fic with any of the cod men, especially simon >>>>>

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort ; Jealousy

He's not a man who acts impulsively, but this might be the one time he throws caution to the wing and takes the one thing he wants.

A/N: Ghost won by a massive majority so here he is! (I read all of your asks, just chose this one to link the fic to!)

Masterlist

He was an enigma.

Quick to act and as observant as a cat on the field, Ghost picked up the smallest of details and clicked them all together in his head in milliseconds. Acting quickly and efficiently could be the distinction between life and death, after all.

So why the hell wasn't he as observant now?

She had spent months and months dropping hints. Lingering touches, secret smiles. At times, she might as well have told him up front how she fancied him with how she acted, but never once had Ghost reciprocated properly.

"Ya joining us, aren't ya?" Soap grins at her as they walk out of their respective locker rooms together. "Won't be the same without someone to go easy on the eyes." He snickers when she scoffs, nudging him with an elbow.

"I'll be there." She's unable to hold back a smile when he cheers and slings an arm around her shoulders.

From the corner of her eye, she catches Ghost on the far side of the hallway. He must not have gotten a chance to shed his gear yet. He's talking to Price, both of them engaged in what looks like a serious conversation, but every so often his eyes flitter over to her and Soap...more intense than usual?

It strikes her as odd, the heat behind his glances and a sneaking suspicion creeps into her mind. Grinning to herself, she wraps an arm around Soap's waist and tugs him closer while they walk, listening to him talk about the bar everyone plans to hit tonight.

His spine straightens and she swears she sees his arms tense, folded across his chest.

But he says nothing, Simply turns back to Price and doesn't spare her another glace when they walk by.

At this point, she just wants him to either confirm or reject her so she can get out of this eternal limbo of dancing back and forth. She knows he feels the same way to some degree, that much is clear to her. The way he sits next to her for hours when she gets injured on call and has to recover in the medbay, the rest of the 141 gone, late into the night.

She sees it in the way he has no problem guiding her by a warm hand on the small of her back, the way his eyes are the first to flicker to her mouth whenever she talks during a debriefing.

The interest it there, and it certainly isn't platonic. Not with the intensity of the tension between them.

Yet he never acts.

Never accepts her advances, but never pushes her away or rejects her either.

It was driving her crazy.

Fine. If he wanted to keep playing this strange game, he could keep doing so. It doesn't mean that she has to go along with it. She deserved to have some fun after their particularly gruelling mission too, right?

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The club is a new one, not yet broken in by the tradition of the team winding down after a deployment. Old school wooden bars and stool mixed with a modern twist of sleek decor, she rather likes it.

Strapped in a dress that had been in her closet for months unused, she makes herself forget about her back and forth with Ghost and just...enjoy herself.

Soap had been on her the second she entered, waving her over, Gaz pushing a drink into her hand with a cheeky smile. Price nurses a glass of whiskey by the bar. The only one she doesn't see is Ghost.

Sitting over at the bar listening to the boys go back and forth over what type of alcohol they preferred, she's mulling over whether to head to the floor. Deciding against it she waves the bartender over and asks for a refill.

"Put that on my tab." A man slides into the stool next to her, offering her a smile.

"Are you sure?" She asks, straightening up. The first thing she notices is that he's attractive. A strong jaw, lean and rich brown skin.

"Positive." He chuckles. "It'd be my honour to buy a drink for someone as gorgeous as you." His eyes rake over her once, before he drags them back to her eyes confidently.

The attention makes heat creep up her ears, not because it was particularly new, she's not a stranger to lingering glances, but because it's so blatant. Something tells her this man is not used to getting told no.

Not that she has any intention to do so.

She catches Price's eye, a silent raise of an eyebrow asking if she needed any help. Tired of mulling over someone who refused to reciprocate, she gives her Captain a subtle shake of the head and turns her body towards the man.

It makes her heart warm, how much Price cares about her and the others outside of them being his subordinates. There has to be a certain level of trust between people personally for them to completely trust each other on the field, and trust was something integral to all of them.

He introduces himself as Noah and strikes up a conversation that genuinely keeps her engaged. She's surprised to find out he watches her favourite show, and they share quite a few common interests.

While he's talking about what he does for a living, she feels a shiver run up her spine, eyes at the back of her head.

Looking around the room, it's not difficult to pinpoint the perpetrator.

Ghost looks...well, he look good, he always does, but there's a tightness to his posture like she saw back in that hallway with Soap. His jaw is ticked as he glares at Noah.

His eyes soften the barest bit when they meet hers.

No. No, she wasn't doing this right now. She was having fun with Noah right now, not thinking about Simon striding over towards her, pulling her up and out of the stool. That would not happen, she knows it. He wouldn't act on whatever was getting him riled up.

So she keeps talking to Noah, and yes, maybe she is being a little more animated than before. Perhaps she is giving him wider, flirtier smiles and leaning into him when he talks. Maybe her laughs are louder and her maybe she does place a hand on his arm once or twice but it's all because she would rather throw herself into this conversation than think about the other man staring holes into the back of her head.

At one point, Noah leans in close to her ear. "I can tell I have you impressed. What do you say I show you what other aspects of my shining...personality in a more private place?" He winks.

Simon wouldn't have been this forward, she thinks. He would've...what? Would he have taken his time with her? Bought her more than a single drink? He wasn't one for small talk so maybe he'd skip it altogether and...why on Earth was she thinking about that? Frustration bubbles up inside her as she berates herself for getting lost in her head again. None of that would happen because-...well, he wasn't even there anymore, wasn't leaning near the bar where he'd been staring at her.

See? He didn't care enough to act otherwise. His absence proves it.

So with the desperate need to distract herself, she smiles at Noah. "You're just full of good ideas, aren't you?" She says, standing to smooth the wrinkles in her dress. Noah joins her, a hand to the small of her back, leading her away from the bar (she's not thinking about how Simon's hands are bigger, warmer, and rougher-).

"She's busy." If the familiar gruff voice didn't stop her in her track, the hand circling her wrist definitely did.

"Excuse me?" Noah retorts, eyes narrowing. He has to look up to meet Simon's eyes, looking between him and the hand on her wrist. "And who are you?" He snips, and she's a little surprised at the sudden nasty tone of voice. So much so, she frowns at him and steps out of his hold, coincidentally closer to Simon.

"None of your business." Simon's anger is subtle, but there, like the growl of a dog before he bites, and she'd be lying if it didn't make her shiver.

"I do think it's my business. We were just leaving." Noah goes to grab her, but Simon tugs her into his side, putting himself between them.

"I'm going to tell you to get lost once. The consequences of whether you choose to listen or not are gonna be on you, mate." His accent is thicker when he's talking as low as he is, and Noah must have the sense to heed the threat lacing his words because he grits his jaw and walks out the doors alone, muttering curses under his breath as he leaves.

She's...well, she's stunned at the display of...whatever that was. His hand hasn't left her wrist. In fact, he doesn't speak to her, just pulls her along to a more secluded part of the bar, the hallway that leads to the restrooms. Music fades into the background and chatter recedes until it's just the two of them.

"What is it, Simon?" She sighs, yanking her hand free. "What was that about?"

"You were just gonna leave with him?" He asks incredulously. "Without knowing where the hell he was taking you or giving someone else a location to find you? Are you daft?" She bristles at the chiding.

"Are you fucking with me?" She blinks up with him. "I'm a grown ass woman, Simon. I can make my own calls."

"Doesn't mean they're good ones."

"What is your problem?!" She exclaims, and the months of dwelling frustration finally come pouring out. "I don't know what you want from me. I'm not going to pretend that I'm not...that I don't like you because I've made it pretty damn clear that I do, and I think you know that too. You do nothing but watch, and I'm sick of it." She shoves his chest, huffing when he doesn't budge. Keeping her hands where they are, she balls them into fists. "How fucking dare you try and act all possessive now when you barely have the balls to choose between rejecting me and getting closer! How dare you try and get in the way when you-"

"Bloody hell, woman." He cuts in with a low growl, and he moves so suddenly she doesn't register him tugging his mask up to his nose and crashing his lips over hers. A strong arm circles her waist, walks her backwards until he back hits the walls and closes the gap between their bodies.

God, she's so glad she didn't go home with Noah.

It's intoxicating.

He's intoxicating.

He doesn't stop until she's breathless, until he's all consuming in her thoughts. When he pulls back, barely a centimetre, she can hear him whisper over the humming in her ears.

"That close enough for you, love?" He says lowly, his breath ghosting over her lips. "Think I got my stance on you across?"

She swallows, steadying her breathing, feeling herself flush. He's all muscle and power against her body, better than what she thought he'd feel like.

"I don't know." She hums. "You might have to show me again so I can be sure."

His small huff of amusement makes her smile giddily before he kisses her again, and all feel right in the world., the tightness in her chest settling down.

Who knew jealousy could lead to such a sweet end to the night?

"Steamin' Jesus!" A Scottish drawl breaks them apart, she clutches onto Simon like she's just been caught doing something bad. Soap whoops out a laugh and eyes the both of them victoriously at the both of them before striding back out of the hallway, calling out; "Gaz, ya' owe me ten bucks!"

"Fucking hell." She giggles when Simon's head drops to her shoulder.

Requests Are Open!

(20/06/2023)

[moonshinemusings]

Random TF 141 + friends headcanons (Pt.2)

Warnings: none

• Soap makes amazing pancakes. There are many videos of him trying to flip them over and failing, but that's not the point-

• Speaking of, Farah has so many vids that can be used as blackmail. She can never catch Price or Ghost doing something dumb enough for it, but the others are unfortunate victims

• König loves butterflies. Most bugs freak him out, but he finds them beautiful and peaceful. At the same time he loves bees, he really does, but he's really scared of being stung (even though it has never happened before)

• Roach, being true to his name, finds bugs really fascinating. He owns at least one metal pin of a roach that's for sure. The others also often gift him little things resembling insects

• Alejandro and Rodolfo used to sit on the roof and watch the stars together a lot as kids

• Gaz really likes swimming, especially when he can do it in the sea

• The team has UNO nights where the table ends up flipped over regularly (usually by Alejandro)

• Soap shouldn't be taken to the cinema because he talks through the movies. All. The. Time.

• Farah is really clumsy in heels since she never needed to learn how to walk in them. She'd rather die than try though. Meanwhile, Valeria could run and kill a man without ever worrying about falling or breaking her ankles

• And honestly? I think Gaz would rock the heels too, if only after a little practice

• Ghost finds sharks fascinating, especially the aspect of how many people are scared of them when they are mostly harmless

• Soap, Gaz and Alex really enjoy the Deadpool movies, they often quote lines at each other

• Graves is a Backstreet Boys enjoyer (honestly can't blame him)

• Rodolfo adores those little, fluffy white dogs that look like rats whenever they are bathed

• Put Soap in a dance circle and he's going to make a fool out of himself, but somehow slay at the same time

• Alex likes drawing tattoo ideas that he wants to get later, or simply just feel like making. Doodling calms him

• Farah takes zero shit (like Gaz), so when there is a banter with someone it can quickly turn into a heated argument or some firm words from her

• Price is a certified McDonald's hater. Calls it fake food and complains about the quality and taste constantly

• Ghost likes horror movies and laughs at them, but only when they don't have some specific scenes (I don't think I have to elaborate)

• Soap has random shit on him all the time. Once he pulled out a lollipop from his vest and started eating it on the heli towards a mission

• Most of the team plays Hay Day. They are on each other's friend lists, but Rodolfo is the only one who actually helps the others

• Alejandro builds his farm like he would in real life and tries to make it realistic, while Rudy does the same. He cares more about the cute animals though, he probably has like 10 dogs and cats

• Gaz tried to get Price to play, but he cut his whole career short because the Captain started to get obsessed and wouldn't put the phone down

• Soap always brags about how good his farm is, meanwhile Ghost quietly sits in the background with like +30 levels on him. He often plays when he can't sleep so he's ahead of everyone

• Alex and Farah kind of bond over the game, they have one shared account because neither of them spend too much time playing. They often have childish arguments over things like where they should put certain decorations, but always end up finding a compromise (Alex lets her get away with a lot in this sense)

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: Invader Zim

Character: Gaz Membrane (aged up)

Pairing: Romantic

Type of Fic: Concept

(Optional) Other info I should know: Gender-neutral human reader

I can try, sure. Although it may be short as I kept running out of ideas :( Decided to flesh out the aged up AU in this.

Yandere! Gaz Membrane Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Slight isolation, Jealousy, Implied murder, Dubious relationship.

Alright, I imagine this would be an AU around college.

Both Gaz and Dib are in college for different careers.

Dib is probably studying science or something like that, despite being fixated on the paranormal due to Zim.

Gaz seems like she'd be a coder, like a video game coder who's antisocial and tends to be by herself?

Those seem like the careers the two siblings would major in.

Gaz probably still likes the goth aesthetic, often staying in her dorm coding while ordering pizza.

She's still petty like she was when she was younger too.

She still rarely smiles and many tend to leave her alone.

That's fine for her... She likes her focus.

She tends to play with people online but isn't fond of human interaction.

For the most part Gaz is a shut in.

However, many in her class remark that she is an excellent coder.

Not only that, but Dib is probably also excellent in his field.

Gaz, when it comes to her obsession, is still very quiet.

She observes your presence and possibly even enjoys it.

Compared to others, you're more tolerable than most people.

She isn't really possessive or protective.

She cares for her obsession but, again, is relatively quiet about it.

Imagine if you two are in the same major or another class?

Either one would make you two interact.

At first she's cold, always focused on her handheld or her laptop.

Although... Over time you two end up interacting for projects.

Which allows you two to become friends.

Gaz originally viewed talking to you as a means to an end like she does with most people.

Yet over time she realized your presence is, at the very least, tolerable if not pleasant.

I feel as a yandere she isn't that intense... around you at least.

I imagine to those around you she'd be horrible.

Gaz doesn't care for many people except her family and you in this case.

Many are scared of her, they have been since she was young.

Not like she cares though.

After all, she's the most at ease in her passions.

You are quickly becoming one of her... passions.

Gaz likes to bond with you as she codes, especially if you're both coders or working on a game together.

An interesting idea is Gaz convinced Dib to help her in her obsession.

For example, maybe making a camera to watch you.

Dib is nervous about why she'd want such a thing...

Yet Gaz is very secretive on why she wants such a thing.

For the most part Gaz doesn't really bother with cameras.

She follows you around herself, watching either from the shadows or just hanging out with you.

You two are no doubt both introverts...

Which means you two get along best with one another.

This works in her favor as she doesn't need to worry about other people near you.

Not like they'd come close with her around, right?

I can even see you and Gaz pulling all nighters on certain projects.

It may just be work with some company... but to Gaz it's like bonding.

To you she's quiet, occasionally smiling around you while you both hang out.

To others... Many feel she could kill.

She's already known to stalk and torment others.

Especially if they're too close to you.

It's worse if Gaz finds out someone likes you romantically.

Apparently, once she finds out, that person just... disappears?

No one on campus knows why or where they go...

But they're nowhere to be found, supposedly transferring away.

Or worse, but best not to look into that.

It's funny how oblivious you are.

Gaz just seems to be your quiet goth friend who enjoys coding and your time together.

The thought of her being behind disappearances or even stalking you doesn't register in your mind.

Gaz also seems like the type of person to install malware or spyware on your PC to learn more about you.

All really subtle things that don't link back to her.

Gaz would never hurt her obsession... but others are fine.

This is her own twisted way of dealing with her crush.

She isn't sure if she can tell you right away...

Which leads to her being your best friend and learning everything you have to offer.

Including watching over you as you sleep in her dorm.

She may not admit it, but you mean a lot to Gaz.

Even Dib can tell... although he finds the way she deals with her feelings... creepy.

When wasn't Gaz creepy, though? She's been that way since they were babies....

Dib doesn't entirely support Gaz... yet doesn't go against it either.

Mostly because Gaz threatens him to not look into it.

Gaz is completely fine with keeping her feelings quiet.

She's patient... but until then...

She has competition.

Subtle ways Gaz keeps you to herself is you staying at her dorm often or study sessions.

It's quiet, just like her, and you just see one another as friends.

Gaz knows she should tell you her feelings some day.

After all, someone else may do it before her...

But she'll prevent that no matter what it takes.

When she does, she'll be your girlfriend.

She won't kidnap... yet you're already isolated as is....

You won't see her red flags and she'll tone it down when you're hers.

She may not be possessive... outwardly at least.

Yet she can be jealous.

Jealous to the point it irritates her.

For now, Gaz will just study, play games, and eat pizza with you...

She'll wait to confess...

Then you can really be all hers, with a bit of patience... and some planning.

[storiesaplenty]

Science Teacher MacTavish (18+)

John "Soap" MacTavish x f/Reader

Call of Duty Masterlist

Back to School Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: swearing. Unprotected sex. P in v. Oral (m receiving) car sex. Anal fingering. Cowgirl. Creampie

WC: 1396

Gif does not belong to me: @une-femme-de-lettres

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: Do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Principle Price (18+) - John Price x f/Reader

Gym Teacher Riley (18+) Simon "Ghost" Riley x f/Reader

Vice-Principal Garrick (18+) - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x f/Reader

Summary: Science teacher, Mr MacTavish is losing his mind over you, the new history teacher. His friends and fellow staff members have all had a chance with you, and like to bring it up during their weekly poker games, but due to coaching & after-school activities, he hasn't had a chance to shoot his shot. The guys come up with plan to help him.

They were talking about her again.

They also talk about her.

"You do know there are other women right?" Came my snide remark, causing the three of them to stop talking, look at me and laugh.

"Oh come off of it. You are just jealous that you haven't had a chance with her yet." Price said, smirking as he puffed on his cigar.

"I wouldn't have signed up for after-school duties if I knew about her." I wanted pout, knowing that I am just to damn busy with coaching and clubs after school.

"You do know that you two are chaperoning the dance right?" Gaz said to me.

"Yeah, well, can't do anything with a bunch of teens around. Isn't it our job to stop them from having sex or drinking?" My tone was mocking.

"Something could happen to her car, and you have to drive her home." Simon said, making my head turn so fast, not believing what he is saying.

My mouth hung open, I for once in my life speechless.

"I do believe you are on to something Simon. Get ready Soap. You are about to have the time of your life." Price slapped my back, a bit to hard, but I closed my mouth and continued to listen to them talk about her until it was time for them to leave my home.

It is the night of the Halloween dance, and even though I didn't want to chaperone it, I knew this was the best dance to chaperone compared to the other ones.

It went off with only a few of the kids acting up. Caught the usual kids trying to sneak alcohol in, but just confiscated that.

Some got caught smoking weed, but I just told them to go back inside like I didn't see or smell or anything.

Now it is the end of the dance, and as her and I were checking around the school grounds, making sure that there were no stragglers.

"You can go home, I will lock up." I told her.

"Thank you." She said with a tired smile.

I couldn't help but watch her ass as she walked away from me. I cleared my throat, turned back around and continued to do what I was doing.

◆

I closed up, already not looking forward to coming in tomorrow and helping the dance committee clean up.

I walked outside towards the teacher's parking lot, and I could see she was still there.

Shit, I didn't think they were actually going to do something to her car.

"You good?" I called out to her, and she turned around to face me.

"I don't know what is wrong. It won't start." I could tell she was upset.

"It's late, I'll drive you home." I offered her.

"I can call for someone to come out." She said to me.

"You will be waiting for hours. I'll drive you home, pick you up in the morning and bring you back here. I'll call Simon as he is coming in tomorrow morning, and he can take a look at your car. He is good with cars."

"If it isn't going out of your way, Mr MacTavish."

I gave her a soft smile when she said that. Finding it adorable that she still can't call us by our first names.

"Even if it was, I don't mind. Come on, tell me the way to your place."

◆

This is going to be one long ride, as she lives out in the country.

There was some small talk until there was silence. It wasn't uncomfortable silence, just I could tell she was tired.

"I should buy you coffee or something as a thank you for this Mr MacTavish."

"You know you can call me Johnny."

"I know, but this is our first real time together."

"But we are colleagues and hopefully you see me as a friend."

"Okay Johnny." My cock twitched in my pants, when she said my name.

"And a coffee sounds great." I told her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her looking at me and biting her lip.

"Turn up here." She suddenly said.

I did as she asked, turning down some dark abandoned road that I have only seen when driving by here.

I heard her unbuckle her seat belt and I turned my head to look at her, acting confused.

"How about I show my thanks now, and still get you that coffee in the morning." She leaned over and ran her hand up and down my thigh.

"Yes." Was the stupid answer that slipped from my lips as she got closer.

Her lips touched mine and it was like I couldn't hold myself back.

I kissed her, hard, the two of us moaning into the kiss.

Her hands went for the zipper on my pants and lifted my ass off the seat to help her out.

I shuddered once my cock became free, the air a bit chilly.

But I moaned, loudly once her mouth wrapped around the tip of my cock and started to suck.

I felt her moan around my cock, my head leaned against the headrest, my eyes half open as I looked down.

She reached for my hand and placed it on the back of her head as she took me deeper into her mouth.

Fuck, the guys were right. Her mouth really did feel like heaven.

I am enjoying her mouth, my hips bucking up as she moved her head up and down.

Then she pulled away, and hovered over my lap before I could blink.

I put my seat back as far as it could go with one hand, and the other hand I gripped the base of my cock as she slid down it.

"Motherfucker." I grunted as she gasped out my name.

My eyes screwed shut at the feeling of her pussy. She really is tight. The guys weren't lying.

"Johnny. Feel so good." She moaned as she started to bounce in my lap.

I couldn't think property, but when she moaned my name again, I became almost feral.

I wrapped my arms around her and planted my feet as best as I could, fucking up into her.

"Yes say my name."

"Johnny." She cried out, just before she kissed me, nipping my bottom lip forcing a whimper from me.

She pulled her head back, as I angled my hip just so and making sure to hit that spot inside of her.

"Johnny, right there. Right fucking there." She cried out, and how I could say no to that as her pussy clenching around my cock each and every time my cock nudged her spongy spot.

I could feel my balls starting the tighten, fuck.

"Come on I need you to cum for me baby, cum for me." I was almost begging as I started to bounce her even harder in my lap, my hand slipping by mistake, and the tips of my fingers landing between her ass cheeks.

"Yes Johnny, do it." I didn't know what she was meaning until she reached around and spread her ass cheeks.

I placed a finger against her whole and slowly pushed in, not wanting to hurt her.

"Add another." She gasped and I did that, twisting my fingers just a bit and that seemed to do it for her.

She screamed out my name as she came, her pussy and ass clenching my cock and fingers so tight I swear my eyes crossed.

I came as she collapsed against me, her moaning as I filled her pussy with my cum, my fingers still twisting in her ass.

"Such a long drive back to your place. Come spend the night." She said to me, making my softening cock twitch inside her pussy, as I pulled my fingers from her ass.

"Okay." My brain was almost like mush as she reached into her purse and pulled out some handwipes for me to clean my hand with.

I put my cock back in my pants and started up my car.

She sat in my passenger seat, and I just knew our combined juices were leaking onto my seat, but I didn't care.

I have a feeling when we get to her place, there will hardly be any sleep, and I will fucking a whole the other guys haven't even touched

[curtsycream]

Frat! Headcanons

Frat!Ghost, Soap, and Gaz x Soro!Reader

This is so short and I just I don’t know, as someone who was really into greek life I felt a need to. Not proofread, talks about their sex life briefly, and mostly includes partying. Not the complete soro/frat life but I thought this would be more interesting.

Being in a relationship with Frat! Simon, Kyle, and Johnny. You belong to the sister sorority on campus. Your sorority and their fraternity have lots of events together from toga nights to casino nights.

No matter what the party is Simon always sticks close to you. Call it your scary dog privileges as no one dares to approach you either him one step behind you.

At parties you can be a bit of a lightweight and tend to put your drink down a lot. Well you used to but whenever you feel the need to put your drink down you hand it to Simon, “hold please.” Simon will literally guard it with his life even if you only handed it to him to hold hands with Johnny.

Johnny normally doesn’t hold your drinks as he has a tendency to drink it. He gets curious about the mix you have in your cup and drinks it or assumes you made it for him. “How was I supposed to know you just handed me a cup, baby.”

Kyle was also a good option to hold your cup as he would hold it close. If anyone walked up to him he would assume it was for the drink. “No you can’t hold this, so you can spike it? I’ve seen movies I know how this goes down.” Truthfully he means well, when you walk back over to him it would be like a puppy seeing its owner. He would hand you back your cup smiling when you say thank you.

I’d like to think that Johnny and Kyle would rope you into beer pong games as much as they can. They like to watch you play even if you’re not the best at it. But anytime someone gets a pong ball into a cup during your turn one of them would drink it. Their only excuse is, “I was thirsty.” But deep down the reason was because they didn’t want you to get completely wasted.

The aftermath of parties would always be the best. Since the parties usually took place in the fraternity you would sleep there. It was convenient that Kyle and Johnny share a room.

If you were drunk they would take care of you. Well take care of you and Kyle, he’s not the greatest at pacing himself and tends to go beyond his limits. You all would push Johnny and Kyle’s beds together and cuddle.

But on the nights you didn’t drink or barely drank let’s say things would go differently. It would usually start the second Johnny’s lips were on yours. Pretty soon you’d have Simon’s hands on your hand as he thrusts into your mouth. With Kyle and Johnny sharing your cunt as they kiss. Even when you weren’t drunk it was always an intoxicating experience.

I’m an avid believer that these guys are the kind to be into public sex, face fucking, double penetration, degradation, and boob jobs. They’re always willing to try something new which is usually brought up by Soap, “so I saw this thing on like tv or something and wanted to try it.” “You mean pornhub?”

Prepare for jealous girls to show up to the frat parties hoping they have a chance with them. You never have to worry they’re too loyal to do that to you. Kyle is usually says something loudly to deter them from him, “I have a wife, she knows how to fight!” Whether you know how to fight or not that’s always his go to statement.

Johnny chooses a different approach he tends to call over one of his frat brothers and introduces him to her. “Hey Gary, this is…what’s your name again? Oh, yeah Olivia, yeah this is Olivia. Enjoy.”

Simon wouldn’t even let a girl speak a word before he was walking away like he didn’t hear a thing. Actions speak louder than words sometimes.

Your sorority sisters rarely see you during weekends as you’re always with your boyfriends. It becomes a tradition for the four of you to lock yourselves away in Johnny and Kyle’s room for the weekend and hangout. Most times it involves old horror movies and your own versions of drinking games. It can’t be helped you’re all hormonal university students.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Hi, so I had a request from an anonymous about Y/n having fun with the boys and being a bit loud and someone tell Y/n that they are loud and it makes Y/n become quiet for the rest of the day. Sorry the actual question isn’t here as I was having problems with the typing. This is a add on to the childlike e very head cannons.

Hope you like it :) also sorry if it’s not what you expected or if it’s too short.

Like mentioned before feel free to ask stuff I will get around to it don’t worry. I will answer as much and as soon as possible so don’t think your getting ignored. Have a good day/night! :D

Standing at the bar with Price, Y/n was waiting on the bartender to pour all of the boy’s drinks. Price had made a few jokes and comments that Y/n found really funny and of course you were laughing and loving the atmosphere of the local pub. Grabbing the pints you were still laughing and giggling at Price; while Price had thanked the bartender. As the two were both walking over there was this middle aged woman with what looked like to be her husband. As Y/n kept looking over to her friends the woman glared at you. Sitting down, you sat in between Gaz and Ghost. You spoke “who wants a game of cards?” Soap spoke “I will” then Price spoke “alright let’s have a game.” You pulled the cards out of your trouser/pant pocket and started to open the box and shuffle the cards. You started dealing the cards out to everyone and then began the game. As you were playing Ghost now and again would make a comment about Soap being unable to keep a poker face. The Ghost said “You might catch flies with your mouth open that wide, Johnny. Worse than Alejandro when he chew his food” and somehow a switch was flicked in your mind and now you were having a laughing fit. Everyone then too joined in as they enjoyed watching you have fun. After a few more laughs and card games, you and Rudy decided to head over to the bar to grab some more drinks. You smiled at the bartender as he passed you your drink. As you took a sip there was a small tap on your shoulder. Looking to your side you saw a rather irritated woman, you politely smiled and spoke “could I help you miss?” The woman spoke “uh yeah actually, why do you have to be so loud? People can probably hear you from the other side of the pub” your smile dropped immediately. You felt as if you’ve just been punch in the face. You spoke “but it’s a pub?” The woman snarked “well your being too loud” you looked down embarrassed. You looked back at her “sorry miss, I’m just having fun that’s all I didn’t mean to ruin your day or anything” the woman lifted her chin up in arrogance and spoke “good” she then strutted away. You looked at Rudy and he spoke “that was quite rude” you nodded and you spoke “don’t worry about it, ok?” Rudy asked “are you alright? She was quite blunt with that” you nodded and spoke “yeah..” you both walked over and handed the pints to the others. Sitting down you sat there in silence as the others talked. Feeling like a burden in a place that welcomes everyone. Ghost whispered “what’s up with you?” You shook your head and whispered “nothing.” He replied “come on I can tell there is something wrong” you shook your head again. He took the sign you didn’t want to talk about it so he stopped prying. That whole day you were there and at other places you stayed quiet.

[auspicioustidings]

Lost Boys

4. Little Den

Summary: Preacher does the day shift and meets the supposed monster.

Words: 2.1k

CWs: Nothing major, but as with this whole series it skews darker than what I usually write

Christ, she had been unaware you could get DOMs from a threesome but here it was. She had been sore yesterday sure, but maybe the food and beer had been masking it because today she was in pain. No more pleasant aches and hazey horniness, something that was being sorely missed. Still, it wasn’t like bills would wait and she really wanted to actually do this place up, that would require funds and funds would require working.

Definitely the day shift, another night with those two maniacs and she’d be on bed rest for a bloody month. So she dragged herself up, showered and threw on jeans and a flannel that she could take off and tie around her waist if it got too hot. 

The way Alex had reacted to seeing her was odd, very odd. She knew plenty of people would drift through, pick up a shift and then move on, but his surprise that she was back was genuinely like he had been 100% positive he would never see her again. Had she come off as that flakey? She had told him that first day that she had moved here hadn’t she? Odd, very odd.

“If you don’t need me I can ask around.”

“No! No no, you can take the day shift. Opening is in 45 minutes.”

He was eyeing her neck, the bruising not really hideable. Ah, maybe he was weary about having someone working a ride that, for lack of a better term, was a ride. Understandable, people often underestimated how important the operator was on these things. There wasn’t really enough regulation and if whoever was managing the staff didn’t make sure they were decent it became wildly unsafe. One bad accident was awful for business. She’d need to make sure she was shit hot at her job today.

Alex felt like he was seeing a spectre. The girl in front of him shouldn’t be alive. He wouldn’t say he was disappointed as such, instead his initial disbelief was rapidly converting into mounting excitement. Were they keeping her? Some sort of pet? He thought they might have their hands full if that was the plan, this one was tough. There had only ever been one person before now that hadn’t been vanished and that was because Alex had practically begged for her not to be when Gaz had taken a passing interest in her. Not that she had appreciated it, was a hunter now, determined to ‘save him from himself’. He didn’t need saving, being a thrall to the 141 was a good gig, way better than falling in with the Shadows or the side show or God forbid the surfers.

“Ok, thanks. Are the people from the side show about? I was going to go by and say hi but it’s still kind of early huh?”

“I’d steer clear, not the kind of friends you want to have.”

That was weird. Alex was being so serious about it, genuinely like he cared who she was friends with. This place must be way more political than Coney Island and that was saying something. 

“Uh huh. Look Alex, can you just tell me what the deal is here? I am telling you now I am a good worker, but I need to understand how this place works so I don’t screw up.”

Oh yeah, they would definitely have their hands full with this one. 

“The only people worth talking to are the 141. You met a few of them the other day, the bike you left on was with them. The freaks butt heads with them pretty often. They can’t control that big monster of theirs, so stay clear. Graves and his Shadows run all the games, tight knit group, don’t really entertain outsiders.”

“Surfers?”

“Don’t get into the water with them unless you enjoy drowning.”

She laughed, and then laughed harder when she saw that Alex was deadass serious about all this. He acted as if she was working on a Boardwalk with a bunch of warring factions made up of fantastical creatures rather than a bunch of petty gossips who would get into petty fights.

“Sure thing boss man. I’ll be back in time for my shift.”

Yeah she would not be making friends with those 3 from the 141. Fantastic sex only did so much to make up for them being the kind of unsettling that meant she was flirting with danger in the unfun way, in the going to become part of the statistic in this city way. It was really her duty as an upstanding citizen to knock their egos down a bit anyway. Next time they tried it on she’d turn them down hard and fast, make sure they knew that she had as little respect for them as they had for her.

–

“It’s König right? Am I saying that right?”

If it was true that the side show workers and the 141 did not get along, then she would be making friends with the side show workers. Horangi had been decent to her and honestly she thought it was pretty shitty of Alex to comment about the big guy and call him a monster to be controlled. Not his fault he was huge. He was still sat where he had been before, the only one around this early in the day. 

“Perfectly maus. Come closer.”

He had a manic note to his voice that was admittedly a little unsettling, but she supposed that was part of the job. She chuckled a little at how he had purred to come closer, probably worked wonders with tourists. She knew the moment she got within distance he would lunge at her, try to make her jump out of the range of his chains and so she crept forward anyway and controlled her instinct to flinch. Instead she just grinned at him when he lunged, an offt of breath leaving her when he barrelled into her and crushed her tight against his chest. 

“Careful big man, you catch one of the hassled housewives like this and she’s going to fall in love with you.”

König drank her defiance of the fear she should feel like a fine wine. He knew it from when he had first seen her, that she wasn’t scared of him. Even when she had jumped that first time she had smiled at him after, as if in approval. And now that he held her she only trembled from laughter. How delicious a thing for him, soft little princess to make worship at his altar. He’d keep her in his cage with him, bully his cock into her until she took every inch, until she was screaming from the stretch of taking his knot. He’d take care of her, envelop her in him after and let her cosy up in their little den. Keep her warm and satiated and full of his pups. Maybe he’d allow for some tiger cubs once or twice. 

He wasn’t really letting go. And she could feel that he was hard, difficult not to with the size of it pressing against her stomach. Didn’t really think much of it to be honest, he couldn’t have just gotten hard from touching her as much as that would do wonders for her ego, probably just morning wood. Poor guy, there was no way he had ever found anyone to fit around that. She could feel herself getting wet on instinct, her body panicking and trying to prepare for an absolute railing that her logical brain knew wasn’t actually happening. As much as it would be a fantastic blow to the pride of the 141 to get under this man, her body was still sore and she reckoned it might be an idea to stick to pleasing herself for now rather than getting her back completely blown out. 

“Ooook. Going to need you to ease off now.”

König growled. It wouldn’t do for her to be such a bratty thing so early on. She should enjoy being held close to him shouldn’t she? Ah but she was only human. He forgot sometimes how fragile and delicate they were, how they liked to have independence. No matter, he could be patient. He could act like a human man, court her according to their customs until she realised how much she loved him. Then she wouldn’t ever want to get away. Better to wait until the marks on her had faded anyway, if he took her now he wouldn’t be able to control himself when he tried to cover them with his own.

“Sorry maus, many people flinch away from me. It is pleasant to hold you” he said, forcing his tone into something soft and appealing as he loosened his hold and let her take a step back.

“That sucks man, sorry. Make sure you get to just be you without the mask and the chains on your days off, I know it’s rough to be the monster in one of these shows,” she said with a sympathetic smile. 

She had worked a sideshow for a while. They had been desperate and she could do some basic contortion, nothing that impressive but they would take a decent back bend if it meant at least having something to fill out their little space. She remembered feeling dreadful with the way the more unusual looking performers were treated. It wasn’t so much that she had gotten fired for getting into a fight with someone over how they were talking to the bearded lady, but they had not asked for her to perform with them again.

So yes, she could appreciate that for someone like him it was a given he’d be a little messed up. But he had let her go and apologised plus Horangi seemed to like him so all in all, he seemed like a decent guy.

“Is Horangi about? I was going to say hi to him before work.”

“He will be happy you thought of it, but he is asleep. He is most of the time, very lazy cat.”

She grinned, thinking that she had found him similar to a cat yesterday as well with how he had nuzzled her. 

“Well it was nice to officially meet you König, I’d better be off but I’m sure we’ll see each other around!”

Of course they would, he would make sure of that. 

–

She wanted to pop into the video store before her shift but found it closed. Opening hours were only for the evening which seemed sort of odd, but maybe there wasn’t really enough foot traffic during the day. So instead she just floated back to the carousel and lingered until it opened, finding that the change of pace from the night shift was welcome today. It was hot and too bright but there was less of that dark mania about it in the light.

Rudy appeared at the carousel a few hours in, hair damp and salty and skin smelling of sunshine and seawater. He was delighted to see her in more or less one piece. Interesting though, that she had definitely been fed on but was still breathing. He didn’t sense the aura of a thrall about her either, so they weren’t in complete control of her yet. Johnny and him did like to play games sometimes, maybe this was one. He waited for her to step off for a moment to get the next group on, grinning at her. 

“Looking for a ride?”

“Not on a horse, but if you are offering one…”

She rolled her eyes with a groan, had walked right into that one. 

“Unfortunately I’m working, what a shame.”

She turned to go back on and he banded an arm around her waist to stop her, her back pinned to his chest. The people around here sure were handsy, but she was generally a touchy feely person so it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

“I would treat you much better than they did cariño, make love to you in the ocean until the stars came out.”

With that whispered little promise he let her go and just left. Just fucking left. Preacher was usually more suave than this. She swore she was good at flirting. But Jesus fucking Christ what was she supposed to do with that? 

Next time she saw Keegan the jury was out on whether she was going to kiss him or punch him for sending her here.

[wjehfshs]

I’m so tired but I had to make some more COD NSFW thoughts/hcs

Authors note: I’m literally losing my mind I don’t even know anymore/Lh

TW: there are hints at sexual trauma/trauma in general at some point in this so there’s a little bit of angst but it’s mainly comfort

Keegan and Logan will have a threesome with you happily, usually they’ll be dominant as they use you

But sometimes when they’re subbing they’re so so desperate

Oh my god like sucking off Keegan while you make Logan fuck you. And please call them good boys afterwards it makes them so happy

Gromsko loves to be pegged/fucked, especially if you take photos of him in the middle of it

He’ll have his legs up maybe on your shoulders or pressed against his chest as he either grips the bedding or tries his hardest to keep his legs up

Alex is more than happy to be your personal fuck toy

Wether that be using his cock whenever you want or fucking/pegging him RELENTLESSLY he’s more than happy

Gaz loves when you give him head when he’s playing games

He prefers when you take it slow while giving him head during these moments but he doesn’t mind if you go fast

Price fucking you in front of the 141 instead of focusing on whatever he called you guys in a meeting for

Horangi actually loves begging for you, he loves to beg for you to make him feel good

On rare occasions Horangi does dom he’s so soft, so sweet and loving unless you add König into the mix, then he becomes mean while the both of them use you

Oh my god Valeria is so mean, making you beg and spitting in your mouth from time to time

But if you get periods and get bad cramps, if you say you’re ok with it she’ll slowly fuck you with her strap or play with your clit until you cum, she knows how bad cramps can get and she wants nothing more than to make her love feel good

Ok I just can’t get this thought out of my head: having a train with the 141 but filming the entire thing, when you’re being used by one person someone else or multiple others will take photos of you with their phones as you’re being fucked

Gaz loves when you ride him and take control, hand around this throat or on his chest as you ride him, even better if you have the biggest shit eating grin on your face while you do it

Gaz loves to cum on your face, he loves especially to cum on your neck and collar bones

Price definitely prefers to cum on your thighs

Keegan secretly loves making you sob and cry (if you used the safe word or showed/said you were actually in distress/not enjoying it he’d immediately stop he only likes seeing you cry from pleasure)

Ok just a quick TW for this, this headcanon is gonna hint towards themes of sexual trauma, it’s a comfort hc dw: If you have any trauma around sex or any trauma that can cause you to become triggered when being touched in certain places or whatever, Ghost is so soft and understanding, he sets up a safe word AND a safe gesture incase you don’t want to talk/can’t talk, won’t do anything unless you bring it up and say you want to do it, if you get triggered at any point during/use a safe word or gesture he stops in the blink of an eye, getting up and getting whatever you need or staying there if you need, getting your clothes (or some fresh ones) for you to get dressed in, getting you aftercare stuff, or if you want to be alone he’ll leave you to calm down, if you don’t he’s holding you and cooing in your ear about how it’s okay and you’re safe, if you don’t want to be touched or talked to he’s silent/just sitting there watching to see if you’re okay. If you don’t want certain parts of you touched during then his hands are far from those areas, he’s watching you so closely and asking how you are every few minutes to check up on you (unless you say you don’t want him too/don’t need him too then he’ll stop and just enjoy the moment)

Price loves make up sex, you have an argument or something and the way he makes it up to you is making you cum over and over again

Keegan AND Logan love hate sex, fucking you/you fucking them while you spit at each other and degrade each other, if you hate both of them they’ll fuck you, and if you fuck them they’re melting. If for some reason you all hate each other, maybe a fight or smth then you’re all aggressively fucking until your sore and tired (if you can’t tell I really like the idea of a threesome with Keegan and Logan)

Krueger loves just licking you randomly during, either licking up your back or your torso, on your neck whatever he just loves licking you, also maybe a little bit of biting

When Atoms subbing he’s very quiet but he’s gripping the sheets, arching his back and his head is thrown back as he pants and whines

Krueger could go for literal hours he’s basically a rabid animal

König loves kissing your body during, he just can’t stop himself

Okay that’s all for now I’m gonna go to bed

[quinn-loki-02]

COD characters on a car trip/in a car

Ghost

Ghost is more of a passenger than driver. Well... the team wants him to be a passenger.

When riding with him, you are not a passenger prince/princess but a survivor.

Curses at everything and everyone

“why the fuck is there someone crossing the street?” when it's actually someone walking on a crosswalk

If anyone has the guts to do remarks/suggestions about his driving, they will be left on the side of the road. Soap has learned it the hard way.

No one is able to sleep while he drives, he isn't the softest on brakes and the wheel.

Passengers glance at one another.

At least no one forgets about the safety belt

As a passenger, he is quiet and stares at the landscape. To him, everything is mesmerizing : neon lights, urban life, horses in fields.

Because of his rough childhood he hasn't experienced outside a lot and has social anxiety when he is in an unknown place with lots of people. Being in a car allows him to observe how people act/interact but with detachment from them. He is in a safe bubble.

Price

Is the dad of the group.

Has a bunch of snacks ready (peanuts, cashews, starbursts, chocolate chip cookies) and often asks the group if they are craving a sweet tooth. Same with drinks (water and a few sodas)

“does anyone want something? It's in the bag behind my seat.”

Is also the one checking for restroom breaks.

“if you wanna go to the restrooms, it's now, otherwise we won't stop until we arrive”

Of course, if any of them (especially Gaz) ask to go, he will find a way for him to go to the restrooms. Will probably grumble for a bit tho.

“I told you to go before. Damnit, we stopped 20 minutes ago. Next time, be more careful.”

If he is the one driving he will put music on to avoid any awkward silence. It won't be too loud so that if anyone wants to start a conversation/speak they can totally be heard. It's more of a backgound music.

Listens to radio mostly.

Has quite some difficulties to link his phone to the bluetooth but when he manages to do it, he will try to put on some music that everyone can enjoy.

Nothing too extreme, some classics (Queen, The Rolling Stones, AC/DC)

If he feels like it, he will hum at the tune.

“if you want to, you can change the music?”

Always tries his best to please everyone.

Soap

Always jumps on the opportunity to put music on

suggests playing all sorts of games :

-punch buggy

-I spy something with my little eyes that starts with the letter...

-truth or dare

-would you rather...

Name them, he knows them all

The car can quickly turn into karaoke.

Knows starship by Nicky Minaj and I knew you were Trouble by Taylor Swift a bit too well

His favorite karaoke buddy is Gaz. Will sing any song with him.

The team once came back from a bar and they both sang 7 rings by Ariana Grande. They denied it once they were sober but Valeria has a video. She often uses it as a threat to get Soap to stand by her side.

He is not a terrible driver but not the best either. He doesn't particulary like driving a car, except sports car. Has a weak spot for any Aston Martin car (DB 11 owns his heart).

When he has free time he actually enjoys going on circuit with Alejandro to see who is the fastest. Ghost once gave him a side eye when he said he had reached 200 km/hour on circuit.

Soap told him “you can't understand, it's a man thing”. Ghost didn't talk to him for 5 days.

If he is really bored, he will draw ; a street the car went by, one of the car passengers, or anything that has caught his attention.

König

Sleeps like a baby in a car. The car movments soothes him.

Asks if he can have the passenger seat to have more space for his legs.

Prefers big cars because of his size.

If he's at the back, he will try to get as small as he can. Is afraid of crunching others when the car turns.

He will gladly listens to others talking, but won't speak much. Not that he doesn't want to, but he is afraid to speak too much and bother others.

If jokes are made, he will let out a muffled laugh here and there or a

“good one”, “funny”

Gazes at the landscape. He loves nature and takes time to appreciate its beauty.

When he drives, he is rather focused. Others may talk to him but he won't respond much. He wants to be at his full capacities to make sure no car crash will happen.

He is afraid that he may cause a car crash and for others to get injured.

Alejandro

Can either be the best or the worst passenger. It all depends on who is driving.

If Valeria drives and he is on the passenger seat, everyone is scared. They will spend their time arguing with one another about the best road to follow, the speed limit, the next stop... ANYTHING.

If Soap is in the mood to have fun (getting murdered) he drops something like “pfewww... the sexual tension here is unbearable”.

He once took the wheel to take an exit on the highway from Valeria's hands, almost causing the car to roll over. Eversince, he is forbidden to seat next to her when she drives.

“puta madre, no sabe conducir y soy el cupable”

(“fucking hell, she doesn't know how to drive and I am the one blamed”)

However, they still argue even though he's at the back of the car. In fact, he could be in the trunk and he would criticize her driving skills.

If he is on the passenger seat when another member of the team drives, he will help them with the directions and ask if they need a break when he feels like they've been driving for long enough

“hey, you've already been driving for 3 hours, do you want me to drive?”

Does it in a very protective way. He doesn't want others to get too tired (except Valeria)

He drives rather calmly but if something/someone has irritated him, it's another Alejandro. He can sometimes be driven by his urges.

Valeria

What if she caused an accident and Alejandro unfortunately died? The thought has already crossed her mind a few times.

She is actually a good driver.

But the team is always afraid her temper gets out of control when she is behind the wheel. Especially when Alejandro is in the car.

What if she ran over Alejandro?

There is a deep hatred (love) between the two and insults in Spanish have become the new norm.

Soap and Farah have been trying to learn what they say and often quote Valeria or Alejandro

“puta madre” (motherfucker)

“pendejo” (dumbass)

“pinche pendejo” (fucking asshole)

When Valeria is a passenger, she enjoys scaring kids when the car stops at a traffic light.

If she is in the mood she will play some of Soap's game. Especially would you rather and truth or dare.

“would you rather get your two ankles broken or stabbed in the chest?”

“Alejandro, I dare you to get out of the car and come back to the base by yourself”

“Soap, is it true that you're a virgin?”

She knows how to push everyone's buttons

She is also able to read a book while the car is moving without being sick.

Her favorite books are cien anos de soledad by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Misery by S. King.

Gaz

Is chilling on his phone as long as he doesn't feel sick when reading while the car moves.

Has a portable screen that he attaches to the headrest in front of him to watch a movie/series. It was Price who gave him as a christmas present

“you said you were bored during car rides, so I thought maybe you would like a screen to watch movies?”

König or Price will sometimes watch a movie/series with him.

Also enjoys listening to music. Has bluetooth headphones he connects to his phone. It allows him to be in his own bubble, and not having to listen to Soap bullshit all along.

He listens to Green day, Oasis, Queen. His guilty pleasure is listening to Harry Styles watermelon sugar

Has renamed Soap “Donkey” in reference to the Donkey in Shrek, constantly annoying everyone during car trips.

If he is the one driving, you will be a passenger prince/princess. He drives well, respecting the speed limits and road safety rules in general. Well, he respects them when Price is there.

When Price is nowhere in sight he will tend to go a bit over the speed limit and park in places he souldn't (family parking spaces, in streets, in front of people's doorway).

Graves

Skilled driver. Enjoys driving big cars.

Hates with passion manual cars

“why the hell can't everyone drive automatic cars?”

Cannot drive without music. Listens to Johnny Cash, Dolly Parton and knows their songs by heart. He will not necessary sing them out loud but will think about them.

Country is the greatest music style to him, and if someone dare to contredict him, a whole debate could go on for hours.

As a passenger, enjoys kicking the seat in front of him, espeially if it's Ghost or Soap on it.

“It's not me. It's the car moving.”

He prefers taking his shoes off if the trip is quite long.

Needs a coffee break every hour.

If he has a chewing gum, he will chew it as loud as he can and wait to see how long it will take for someone to tell him something about it.

Hates the smell of fuel. It makes him gag. Whenever they have to stop to get fuel, he gets out of the car, goes in the shop and wait until the car comes pick him up once it's done.

[iheartchv]

Hello there! if it isn't too much trouble may I request a romantic cod matchup please if you're still doing them and aren't swamped already? I'm Hal, my pronouns are She/They, I am 21 years old, 176cm or 5'9 height wise, and I tend to dress in a dark academia aesthetic, mainly with skirts fills and high heels cause I enjoy the power trip I get when I am over 6'3. I have chin length auburn hair (that does a very nice swirl thing like Mrs Incredible it makes me so happy), gray-green eyes, freckles, glasses and a slender hourglass figure. I would describe myself as a very sarcastic person who loves to make jokes (often the immature 'thats what she said' kind), and someone who likes to do fun fantasy escapism type activities (going to renfaire, playing DnD and RPG video games,etc.(I highly recommend the mass effect trilogy)). Peoples impressions of me range from cute and quiet to a straight up golden retriever. I am a pretty sedentary homebody most of the time though I can be more outgoing and confident when I am with people I know and usually they are some brand of weirdo or nerd (theater, Gamer, etc.) I also draw, make/alter clothes, learn about historical fashion, cook, and watch true crime. I have my issues, mainly with forgetfulness, anxiety, etc. making me a lowkey doomsday prepper because better safe than sorry, but I have always been the romantic daydreaming type and over time I have matured and am tired of new historical events making me more and more tired, I just want to find my person to do all of the things good, bad, easy, and hard with. I just want to make a home with them and be in their world. My love language is words of affirmation and acts of service.

🤔 I match you with...

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick 🚁

Gaz would be your match

He's the nerd of TF141

He would totally love to play DnD with you

Video games, comics, anything with pop culture, you name it

You and him could talk for hours on end about different video games, theories surrounding any game/comic lore, etc.

He'd feel so comfortable around you, and he would give that same vibe back to you, letting you know that you can be yourself around him

When you wear your heels, and tower a little over him, he'd only playfully scoff and roll his eyes

As he got to know you, and spend time with you, Gaz couldn't help but feel like he was falling for you

He'd notice any little detail on detail

The corners of your lips when you smiled, the way the sun light reflected off your eyes and streamed in your hair

He wants to tell you you're the most kindest, gorgeous girl he's ever seen

One day he gathers the courage to tell you how he felt for you

"I care about you... a lot. And I can't stop thinking about you... I like you."

"As in 'like' like?"

"Yeah..."

You both would be blushing, looking away and feeling nervous

But as soon as your eyes met, your hearts seemed to beat in sync...

... and you share a soft, sweet, and romantic kiss

He holds your hands in his and gives the your fingers and knuckles gentlemanly kisses

Gaz will tell you everyday that he loves you, and that you're beautiful, you're gorgeous, and you're so perfect

Ask him to do something for you and he will

Through the laughs and good times you've shared, he never thought he'd find the one for him, who was his best friend

[guardkeywolf]

I cannot get this thought out of my mind:

So I have these OC's named Blitz, who is Hella fine, Wolf, who is her father, and also Hella fine, and Darken who is my Teleportian Wolf boi

Yes the art is by me...

They are pretty much my main C.L.A.W.S

I cannot get the idea out that if they were all in the CODVerse or something...

So this is kinda how I would see them all in it!

They will all also be done separately so it's not all jammed together

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Yes, these are still my drawings of her. Her look just changes because my drawing style changes and is never the same...ever...

Blitz + background

Buff as hell and Immortal

A Female White Wolfian Ultrian-Hybrid who is pretty much a badass

Hates being called a werewolf like her father

General and Leader of the C.L.A.W.S Group

Can understand and speak every language on Earth

Has a cool katana named Azul Flame and does really cool shit with it

She goes for any gender really but really has a thing for being dom of men

8'8 so super fucking tall and jacked

Invincible physically but can be hurt emotionally (Being Immortal meant she couldn't die with her previous lovers she's had)

Has a biological daughter named Emma who she looks after and also works under her as her Lieutenant...

Her assassin and fighting skills are off the charts and she is one of the most feared women in the world...

Trained by Wolf (her father) at 5 ever since he brought her back from death

5 million years old in Human years... so she's been around for a LONG time too

Has many powers that she uses in the field (that's not super necessary atm)

Still has yet to beat her father in a hand to hand match so she still holds that grudge forever...

Is really Sarcastic but is also a mother at times

Cares very much for her team and other teams sometimes

Working within the CODVerse (mostly Task Force 141):

Definitely retains her General status too; she's earned it by completing many mission solo that would take days for even the best task forces to complete

She takes a liking to the many of the soldiers within their respected squads

Is very quick when it comes to know something is not right as well

Really likes working along and spending time with Task Force 141

She takes a liking to each member and spends time with them all collectively and individually too

Would mostly bug Ghost a lot if she could and he's managed to grow on her and same with him

Enjoys Soap's company everytime she visits and loves hearing his jokes

Talks a lot with Gaz about anything some days and loves giving him insight about things

Talks with Price sometimes too about interesting things going on in the world

Really likes going against each man too when it comes to training and loved helping them all get better

Ghost might be her favorite partner when it comes to knife combat or CQC (Close Quaters Combat)

She'll help point out some flaws when he's fighting too even though he's great at it

Similar to her and Wolf, Ghost has yet to beat her

Blitz's CQC is unmatched but she also uses a mix of other martial arts like Taekwondo, Shōrin-ryū, and a lot of Muy Thai

Her kicks are devastating and could kill a man in an instant

Might sometimes also go on missions with them too and even volunteers if she can

Definitely takes out many enemies and leaves many bodies all around

Usually returns back super bloody while everyone else is clean or dirty from the environment

If someone get hurt, she will get super pissed and go on a killing spree

Super protective of each man too

If one of them is captured or kidnapped she will go by herself and kill anyone in her way to get that man back to his squad under any means necessary too

I hope yall liked this a lot because I really did! I love mixing my characters into video game worlds and their characters...

[amyisherenowitsokay]

Zagr for the ship ask 😤😤😤 every single one bitch

I cannot believe you have bombarded me like this. Appalled. Insulted. Astounded.

Please enjoy my entire analysis of my fictional totally canonical ship.

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

1. How did they first meet?

Dib, but also school.

2. What was their first impression of each other?

I think they're both initially incredibly dismissive of one another. Zim thinks the entire fate of the Armada's reputation lying on his shoulders, and Gaz really has too many personal problems even as a kid to deal with; neglectful Dad, overprotective, stupid brother, etc.

3. Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Okay so hear me out; I think Skoodge and Professor Membrane would be so obnoxious in the best way. And Gir, whenever his attention span lets him remember long enough to scream about it. But I think Membrane would be chipper about Gaz finding someone, even long before she admits she's even interested, and Skoodge would want Zim to be happy and is unconditionally supportive, especially when Zim is mopey whenever his advances are rebuffed.

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

Honestly, I love a Zim simp, but I genuinely think it'd be Gaz. Zim is obviously a Defect capable of feeling a larger range of emotions than other Irkens, but he still didn't receive socialization that makes 'romantic rituals' in any way natural to him. So I think Gaz and him would buddy up platonically and casually, initially, until she realizes she likes his company a little too much and freaks out about it.

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Gaz does, 100%, and she's way more stubborn about it then Zim. I think Zim's denial is just that he doesn't "get" romance (see above) and what's going on with him, but once he understands he's fully down to bombard Gaz with affection, flirtations, and other over-the-top simp behavior until she stops pretending she's not gritting her teeth while fighting a blush.

6. If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Zim doesn't know what a soul is, but he does begin to understand the concept that they can be taken from human's in bargains. He becomes distracted by the topic. Bringing it up again later would have him largely dismissive.

Gaz would roll her eyes, and be extremely bitter about the idea that there is anyone 'made' for her. She's very independent, and I think someone with the sort of familial issues she does with no role model for a 'happy' family would be really resistant to being bound to someone in a way that would entitle them to her vulnerabilities. She'd be extremely resentful, dismissive, and irritable.

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Really unfulfilled, listless. Without that companionship, they would never develop into people capable of meaningful relationships. I think both of them are very independent. Zim may claim he likes an audience, but there's an undeniable anxiety that he gets when faced with judgement. If it's anything but unwaveringly positive, he becomes delusional and creates a fantasy world in which everyone loves him, and the situation was just an initial misinterpretation. Gaz would have good friends, I think, but accepting Zim and his oddities and realizing she genuinely relates to someone who knows everything about her (via her brother + proximity + time) and is still here would mean a lot to her development.

GENERAL

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Zim, without a doubt. Gaz may like Zim first, but she's completely in denial about it and completely stubborn. Zim is oblivious, and also a big ass simp, so his persistence and patience eventually gets Gaz to let her guard down and accept that she has hormones, she has romantic inclinations, and apparently they've both decided Zim is it. Time to be a big girl and accept it.

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Honestly, I don't think they're the 'date' type of couple. I am probably 100% projecting since my boyfriend and I did not have an official 'date' until like 6 months into our first relationship, where we paused, turned to each other and were like 'wait is this our first date?' because we're homebodies whose idea of fun is projects. I think Zim and Gaz would hang out regularly, but it wouldn't ever be like a formal 'we are going to Bloaty's/the movies/etc as a date,' but rather 'I am going here and you are coming with me so I guess we are going together' thing. Zim doesn't get the point of a date, because if a date is by definition doing an activity together, then aren't they perpetually on a date? And Gaz isn't really a 'let's go to dinner formally' kind of person. They hang out, they go places, but it's never really a 'thing.'

3. What was their first kiss like?

I firmly believes Gaz would have to walk Zim through every aspect of physical affectionate. Zim is really wary about it, but I do think there's an instinct towards good ol' copulation, as well as a longing for positive touch after so long getting his ass whooped in the Academy, that would make him frustrated trying to figure out what this desire is. I think their first kiss is Gaz explaining to Zim, after he asks her outright what else there is after tame stuff like cuddling and hand holding, and Gaz walks him through the concept, implications, and so on until he feels ready to bravely and firmly try it.

While that does sound pretty clinical, I think actually it'd be really emotional for both of them. Zim would be really overwhelmed by how much passion is in a kiss, and Gaz would be similarly overwhelmed since, going into the relationship, she probably never anticipated Zim being interested in anything sexual, so any physical affection he expresses interest in is a surprise to her.

4. Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

I think Gaz probably would try out a few brief relationships, but never anything substantial or dramatic. Zim's never been in a relationship, so Gaz is his first everything. I do think they'd be each other's first sexual relationship, but I think Gaz would have most of her more minimal firsts with other people prior to Zim.

5. What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Zim older. I normally write Zim as the same height as Gaz, or only a little taller. Neither of them are tall. I do respect you 'short king' stans though.

6. What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Dib hates Zim, firmly and completely, at the beginning of their relationship. It takes a lot of self-reflection, meaningful sibling discussions, and probably a few screaming matches that eventually get to the real root of the issue (Dib's ingrained fear that something would happen to Gaz, and that it'd his fault) before he came around. Zim is a big petty bitch and would gleefully antagonize him. They would never stop sniping at each other, but they'd begrudgingly (sort of) behave for Gaz. They would eventually become frenemies and bros, but they'd die and also kill each other before admitting any sort of cordiality.

Professor Membrane adores Zim, and treats him like the son he never had/always wanted, the one who wants to have long discussions about science and can keep up with the theoreticals. Gaz hates it.

The Base and Gaz are cool. They have an understanding borne from two sentient creatures who have found themselves in the position of trying to keep Zim from killing himself, killing other people, or from coming to (too much) harm. Gaz initially hates Gir, but eventually she figures out how to get him to chill out when it's important. Minimoose and her are also cool, but he creeps Gaz out a little.

7. Who takes the lead in social situations?

Zim thinks he does, but it's really just Gaz slapping her hand over his mouth before he can say something stupid, or translating whatever nonsense just came out of his mouth when he's done talking.

8. Who gets jealous easier?

Zim. Not even a question.

9. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

Zim. Also not even a question.

LOVE

1. Who said “I love you” first?

Gaz. Zim doesn't know what it means until she explains it. It takes him awhile to internalize it and reciprocate verbally, but Gaz is okay with that. He shows her how much he cares in other ways.

2. What are their primary love languages?

Without a doubt, Zim's is touch. Once he gets used to it, he's really greedy and possessive about proximity. Just having Gaz bump his arm is sometimes enough to set the worst of his nerves at ease.

Gaz's is acts of service. She's fine with Zim being physically clingy, but it means a lot to her how unflinching he is about protecting her, anticipating her needs, and remembering things.

3. Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Zim. Gaz hates them, but she tolerates it. Sometimes.

4. How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

Cuddling is very frequent. Zim will just sort of shift in behind Gaz if she's playing a game and cling, and she'll just keep doing what she's doing until she's eventually done and reciprocates. Explicit PDA never happens, but Zim is very clingy and physically will plant himself between Gaz and people who he's distrustful towards.

5. Who initiates kisses?

Gaz. I think Zim would cling to her like a barnacle at every opportunity, but Zim would likely usually defer to Gaz for escalating intimacy.

6. Who’s the big and little spoon?

Zim big spoon. PAK too uncomfortable to let him be the little spoon.

7. What are their favorite things to do together?

I think just being around each other while they do projects, game, etc. would be their favorite thing to do. Sharing in hobbies without feeling pressured to be entertaining, but still feeling like their presence is valued and wanted by the other.

8. Who’s better at comforting the other?

Being a people, and having more emotional competency, Gaz is better. Zim does his best though.

9. Who’s more protective?

Zim, if we're talking about quantity. Gaz, however, if we're talking about quality. Zim screams at chihuahuas for looking at Gaz, and also does protect her from genuine threats, but he overreacts frequently. Gaz, however, would know when Zim's out of his depth and would break the spine of anything that's a threat to him.

10. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical, for both. Neither of them is really used to verbal affection, whether it be giving or receiving. It's a lot more natural to be demonstrative.

11. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

Me, cackling as I copy and paste this link that I imagine is from their mutual perspectives:

https://open.spotify.com/track/4nlT0Ch4qpqoS8O1RsdzjH?si=d6d8e1e19a7d4dc7

12. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

There's lots, and I'm sure most of them are inside jokes, but the tops are Zimmothy + Little Gaz.

13. Who remembers the little things?

It's hard to say. Zim would retain an encyclopedic knowledge of all things Gaz, and tries to spoil her and accommodate her at every opportunity, but Gaz never forgets to pack an extra umbrella and a raincoat.

DOMESTIC LIFE

1. If they get married, who proposes?

Zim.

2. What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

No one but their mutual 'families.' A very small, intimate ceremony. The reception though is massive, courtesy of Professor Membrane who has no idea how to separate his personal life with his public one.

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

0 kiddos. Cannot product viable, compatible DNA to produce a spawn.

4. Do they have any pets?

Does Gir count?

5. Who’s the stricter parent?

If Gir is the child, Zim. Gaz will let him get away with murder, both because she can't be bothered to control him, and also because she thinks it's funny how mad Zim gets when she lets him go wild.

6. Who worries the most?

Between Gaz "apathetic is my middle name" Membrane and Invader "I have perpetual anxiety" Zim? No idea.

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

Gir. He eats them long before anyone can find them. But both Gaz and Zim will point out any he misses.

8. How do they celebrate holidays?

Zim fucking hates Christmas, so him and Membrane get down in a bunker for it while Dib and Gaz spend some sibling time somewhere, drinking cocoa and video chatting with the respective morons. Other holidays, they basically go wherever Professor Membrane is in the world with Dib to have a 'family' holiday.

9. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Zim doesn't sleep, but he likes the resting and the peacefulness of getting to curl around Gaz in her sleep without her leaving. So him by default.

10. Who’s the better cook?

Zim has a 'kiss the chef' apron and everything.

11. Who likes to dance?

Neither of them, but Zim does 'victory dances' compulsively.

[warrioreowynofrohan]

This is similar to one of my previous posts, but it has some new elements so I’m copying it over. This is the second of my posts on the core themes of each book in The Stormlight Archive. The first, on Rhythm of War, is here.

This post contains Rhythm of War spoilers.

Stormlight Archive Themes - Redemption in Oathbringer

If I pretend I didn’t do those things, it means I can’t have grown to become someone else. It cannot be a journey if it doesn’t have a beginning.

Redemption is a theme running through the entirety of the Stormlight Archive, but it is strongest and most central in Oathbringer- not only in Dalinar’s character arc but also in Szeth’s, in the start of Venli’s redemption arc, and - in a negative manner - in the arcs of Moash and Amaram. Oathbringer also, to my mind, encapsulates the philosophy of the entire series regarding redemption in one scene of striking symbolism.

The idea of redemption is Oathbringer is often paired, in analyses, with that of accepting responsibility for your actions - indeed, I almost titled this essay “redemption and responsibility.” And that is absolutely a necessary element that distinguishes the successful redemption arcs from the failed ones. But in thinking about it I realized that I had things in the wrong order - for both Dalinar and Venli, mercy is is what enables them to take responsibility, not the result of them doing so. They are both able to grapple with their actions and take responsibility for them, and this is what enables their redemption arcs, but in both cases it is a consequence of them already having been shown grace before they exhibited any change in behaviour.

When Dalinar visits the Nightwatcher, he has been a brutal conqueror for 23 years and then a drunk for the last five and a half. His sole redeeming characteristic is that he knows in his soul what he needs and it isn’t power or strength or to return to the man he was before Evi’s death, or the ability to blame someone else for his deed. He knows he’s guilty, and he begs for forgiveness. And what Cultivation gives him is not precisely that, but the chance to become someone better. It is crucial to remember that, while he forgets his actions and forgets Evi, that is not what asked for; his goal was not to be free of the knowledge of what he did, but the chance for it not to be the end of his story; the chance to be something other than the monster he knew he was.

When he rejects Odium’s offer to take his pain, on the battlefield outside Thaylen City, it is without any expectation of forgiveness or of freedom from his crushing guilt. Evi’s forgiveness is not something he has remotely earned or deserved, by that action or any of his actions; it is pure grace. When we talk about redemption arcs, “deserving” has nothing to do with it. Dalinar didn’t remotely deserve his. He knows this, and it’s why he’s ready to hold out the possibility of redemption to Amaram and, in ROW, to Taravangian - because if Dalinar can be redeemed, then the door is not closed to anyone. The difference is not in worthiness of redemption, but willingness to accept it.

And this is also seen in the beginning of Venli’s redemption arc. Timbre finds her and stays with her long before she’s demonstrated any positive qualities that would subgest fitness for being a Radiant. In the context of ROW, knowing that Eshonai bonded Timbre just before her death, I believe it’s because Eshonai asked her spren to look out for her sister. As with Cultivation’s gift to Dalinar, it is Venli’s bond with Timbre that enables her to become a better person, to make herself accountable to her people for her actions, to begin taking personal risks to do what is right.

Something similar is also present in Elhokar’s arc. Kaladin saves him before he’s done anything substantive to change, when Elhokar has only shown the first beginnings of recognition that he is not the person or the king that he should be or wants to be. He is capable of the change he exhibits in Oathbringer, the genuine humility and desire to serve his people, because Kaladin’s rescue gave him the chance to become that person. It’s not truly a failed or prevented redemption arc. He died, but he died trying to be better, and that matters.

The difference with Amaram, that prevents his redemption arc, isn’t that he’s uniquely evil. (Dalinar has also killed his own men, in battle-lust rather than in cold blood.) What prevents it is the rejection of the truth he knows in his soul: that he has done something horrifically evil, that he is in the wrong.

“No, he’ll never forgive me.”

“The bridgeman?”

“Not him.” Amaram tapped his chest. “Him.”

Amaram’s rationalizations during his fight with Kaladin are the consequence of him refusing the knowledge of who he is, or trying to escape from it. Ironically, Amaram previously put up quite a good pretence of willingness to accept responsibility for his own actions - he told Dalinar that after the war was over he’d be willing to stand trial for what he did to Kaladin and his men. I believe he meant it - but what he wanted, like Taravangian, was to be seen as, or see himself as, some kind of martyr, sacrificing his morality for the greater good. Which is a very different thing from the recognition that you’re wrong.

Moash’s arc is also one away from accepting responsibility - in his first chapter in Oathbringer, he feels terribly guilty for betraying Kaladin and recognizes thst he was wrong, and then he moves further and further away from this in every subsequent chapter, until Odium’s whispered lies - What happened at the Shattered Plains wasn’t my fault. I was pushed into it. I can’t be blamed. - begin to take hold. When he gives up his pain to Odium, he remains driven by the desperate need to hide from his guilt, and his campaign in ROW to drive Kaladin to suicide is driven in large part by the need to prove to himself that giving up hus pain was the only possible decision by driving Kaladin to make the same one. As long as Kaladin lives, he is proof of an alternative path. (Yes, a twisted death wish that regards this as mercy is also part of it.)

Moash, like Amaram, and Dalinar, and Venli, does receive an offer of redemption undeserved, not in Oathbringer but in the first part of ROW, in Renarin’s vision of him as someone who protects rather than destroys. He responds with terror - it can’t be possible, it needs to not be possible, because if another course is possible then his actions are not inevitable and he is responsible for them. (I know this vision has been compared to part of the magic system the Mistborn books, but to me it’s far more intuitive for it to be the Surge of Illumination, which we’ve already seen used by Shallan in a similar way in her drawings of Bluth, Gaz, and Elhokar, among others.) He spends the rest of the book trying desperately, and unsuccessfully, to extinguish that possibility.

And finally we have Szeth’s redemption arc. Szeth has never been in doubt that he is morally responsible for his actions, even when he did not concieve of himself as having a choice about them. I see his arc in the prior books as something much more nuanced than “just following orders” - that’s an excuse used by people who want to get out of making hard decisions, who prefer comfort and complacency. Szeth very much did not want to be in his position as assassin - he loathed it, and himself, and was willing to do anything within his power to avoid it; after killing Gavilar, he actively seeks out a life in obscurity as menial slave, concealing his abilities as far as he can, because that means he won’t be used to kill. It’s a life Kaladin spent years trying to escape from, and it’s Szeth’s idea of a best-case scenario. Szeth is in the position of desperately wanting choice, but conceiving of it as a privilege that he no longer possesses. I thimk this is connected to the meaning of Truthless - the underlying concept/rationale for the oathstone seems to be that literally anyone - any random person in the world - is capable of malimg better choices than you, so they, and not you, get to decide what you should do with your life. It’s near the end of his arc in Oathbringer - But it had always been nothing more than a rock - that he at last recognizes that he did have a choice about his actions.

Szeth, in his arc in Oathbringer, is very much motivated by the desire to do what is right and make right decisions, thpugh he is very out of practice at making any decisions at all. In the first test of the Skybreakers, he perceives that there’s something more important going pn that just chasing after wretched criminals, and that the warden’s immiseration of them is the worst crime of all. But it’s the second Skybreaker training session, with the practice fight using the balls of coloured dye, that gives us what I think is the heart of the theme of redemption both in Oathbringer and in the Stormlight Archive as a whole.

The contest feels a little out of place and low-drama - the recruits’ first test is killing criminals, and their second one is a game? But I believe it is absolutely crucial via the metaphor it communicates. Szeth starts out diing very well in the game - no one has hit him yet - and is actually enjoying himself for the first time in many, many years. And then he thinks this: He could not be happy. He was only a tool of retribution. Not redemption, for he dared not believe in such. If he was to be forced to keep living, it should not be a live that anyone should ever envy.

Other characters either accept both responsibility and redemption, or reject both. Szeth accepts responsibility, accepts guilt, tries to do right, even without the belief that redemption is possible.

And immediately after thinking that, he gets hit with the dye for the first time. He was doing well in the game when he was enjoying himself; now, when he rejects the possibility of redemption, he stops doing so well, and ultimately loses. Almost as if the universe were trying to tell him something.

And then, when he is bombarded with dye, runs out of Stormlight, and falls into the Purelake at the end of the exercise, he realizes something. It’s not actually about how many stains you have. He washes them off in the Purelake. And he wins the game.

To me, especially knowing Brandon’s religious background (and being a Christian myself), this is extraordinarily powerful symbolism of baptism, of the washing away of sin and entry into new life. It is stating the theme of redemption for the whole series. How many stains you have, what you’ve done in the past, doesn’t matter for redemption; what matters is whether you’re willing to accept redemption, accept the mercy that is offered, choose to be a new person. There is no such thing as being beyond redemption. The heroes of the story are not some perfect ideal, not the ones who manage to pick up very few stains. They are the ones who are willing to recognize that they have them and to wash them off; to recognize the wrong they have done and to change.

[sweetiepie08]

Rebel Z (Chapter 10 Final)

nvader Zim fanfic

While analyzing Zim’s PAK for weaknesses, Tak discovers strange coding that sends her on a search for answers. The clues lead her to uncover a conspiracy that governs all of Irken society. When the truth sends her on the run, she has no choice but to return to the one place the Tallest would never willingly go: Urth.

Meanwhile, Dib has noticed odd changes in Zim’s behavior. Has the invader simply grown bored of his mission over the last few years, or is there something more interesting going on?

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Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. 

Thank you for reading! I do plan to continue the story in a sequel fic, but I may take a short hiatus first. I hope you enjoyed this!

Be on the lookout for the next book in the series, RevolutionZ! In which Zim and Tak attempt to join the Resisty and gain new companions! Dib fills his gap year by joining an alien rebellion! Gaz gets dragged in too! And what happened to Zim in Death Melee is explained! 

However, I will most likely only be posting links to Ao3 than full chapters to Tumblr. Again, Thank you everyone for reading!

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“So, what exactly the fuck was all that stuff with the punch about?” Dib asked once they were a comfortable distance away form the Massive.

Zim glared straight ahead at the stars. “It’s nothing that concerns you, human.”

“Bullshit!” Dib slammed his hand down on the control panel. “Your little stunt could have gotten us killed. Out with it!”

Zim gritted his teeth and gripped the steering mechanism until his knuckles quaked. Dib braced himself for the inevitable screaming denial. Instead, Zim let out a pained sigh. “Fine, if you must know, I figured out three Urth years ago that my mission was a sham and my leaders were trying to have me killed, so I took revenge. Happy?”

“We know all that,” Tak snapped. “And anyway, I told you your mission was a lie a long time ago. What I want to know is how you managed to betray the Tallest without your treasonous thoughts setting of your life clock.”

“Yeah, and who’s Spek?” Dib added.

“You wish to hear Zim’s tale of woe?” He clenched his fist and heaved out another sigh. “Fine. Three Urth years ago, the Tallest contacted me, telling me they selected me to participate in Death Melee, an inter-galactic event that all would be watching.”

“The one where they throw criminals on a planet together to fight to the death?” Tak deadpanned. “That was your first clue?”

“They told me the rules had changed and it was now a contest of elite warriors. For my partner, they gave me a Spek, a smeet just shy of his cadet years. He hadn’t even seen his first cycle yet…” Zim’s fists shook as he cut himself off.

“Since you’re still alive, I’m assuming you won,” Dib said.

“Yes, but…” his gaze fell to the floor. “Yes. Anyway, throughout the Melee, it became clear to me that the Tallest lied. This was still a game for criminals, but Spek…” Zim narrowed his haunted eyes, “he was only there to lessen my chances.”

Dib watched, mesmerized. He thought he’d seen the many moods of Zim. He’d seen everything from proud boasting, to spiteful rage, to pathetic schmooping. But this, this was something else entirely, something he never expected to see from the alien. True remorse.  

“On my journey back to Urth,” he continued, “I had too much time to think and when made it back to m base, I was done with all of it.” Rage grew in his voice with every word. “I knew they lied. I knew they’d been lying. For a moment, I thought, if they didn’t want my genius, maybe someone else would. And that thought was enough to set off my life clock. Instead of simply ripping out my feedback chip, I infected it with a virus that sends the Control Brains a loop of my Urth memories, preventing it from receiving new thoughts and experiences.” A bitter, satisfied smile came to his face. “As far as I can tell, it hadn’t noticed anything was off until now.”

“And the machines I saw you building?” Dib pressed.

Zim drew himself up. “I have a contract with the Resisity. I build them machines, they appreciate my genius and send me monies.”

“And that’s what you’ve been doing for three years?” Dib asked, voice sripping with skepticism.

Zim nodded and said nothing more.

Dib stared at him, trying to get a read on this whole tale. He wasn’t sure what to believe. Zim’s reason for existence seamed to be pleasing his Tallest. The little green monster talked of nothing else since arriving on Urth. He couldn’t imagine Zim wanting anything else and he’d fallen for the schmoopy act before. But this was not schmoop. It was too subtle, too quiet. And that betrayal of his Tallest couldn’t be denied. Something had truly changed.

Dib looked to Tak to gauge her opinion, but her face revealed nothing except careful calculation.

“I’d heard the Resisty had been growing and gaining power,” she mused. “New technology granted them upsetting victories and made them more of a problem than they once were. They could be the key. We need to fight if we ever want a chance of defeating the Control Brains and freeing our people, and for that, we’ll need an army. With your connection and my information, we could pose a real threat to the Empire.”

Dib expected Zim to launch into another tirade about how he wasn’t in it for the politics. That this was all a personal mission and he had no interest in going rogue. That did not happen.

Instead, Zim said nothing for a long time. He simply stared through the windshield in tense silence. But then, a grin grew slowly on his face. “I’m in.”

[-]

When they made it back to Earth, they found that Gaz made use of MiMi and Mini Mouse as gaming companions, Dad bought her excuse that Dib was hanging out at Zim’s house, and that he hadn’t even stopped home long enough to notice the two additional robots in the living room.

Dib went straight to his room and laid out all of his recording devices. He had the notes he took the night Zim and Tak rambled drunkenly on the couch. He had the audio recording of the old man Irken that he couldn’t wait to translate. And he had the spy camera he’d been wearing to capture the whole experience. He never got so much undeniable proof on one mission before, and no one, to his knowledge, had this much evidence of this quality ever. He’d be king of the Swollen Eyeball network if he showed even a fraction of…

His eyes drifted to the Swollen Eyeball emblem pinned to his bulletin board and he let out a sigh. The Swollen Eyeball… what a joke. They’d been reduced to a bunch of anti-science conspiracy nuts. The organization became a competition to see who could shout their wildest theory the loudest. What were they compared to a real evil alien empire, a real soul-sucking, Lovecraftian horror, and a real space alien rebellion?

No. This was bigger than some crack-pot conspiracy group. This rebellion universe-shattering consequences. And he was going to be part of it.

[-]

Out in his ship, Zim stared at his PAK connector with warry eyes. He wasn’t sure what held him back now. His stunt on the Massive already solidified his traitor status, but this felt different, more official. It was one thing to enact vengeance on those who betrayed him. It was quite another to completely detach himself from society.

He’d been unwaveringly loyal to the Empire since his conception, but they didn’t want him. He’d seen that years ago. So what was he waiting for?

He disconnected the PAK from his back and ignored the lifeclock in the corner of his eye as he plugged it in. He opened the hatch, clicked a pair of tweezers in his fingers, then reached them toward his feedback chip.

At a light tug, his computer’s voice gave an automated warning.

You are attempting to remove the feedback chip. Doing so is an act of treason against the Irken Empire. Are you sure you want to proceed?

Zim closed his eyes and pulled the chip free.

[-]

Tak’s footsteps echoed as she walked across the concrete garage floor. MiMi’s metallic feet clacked beside her. Apart from that, the room was silent. She was used to silence. One grows accustomed to it when traveling alone through space. But these last few days had been anything but. And with Zim as her dubious ally, silent moments like this were certain to be few and far between.

And yet, this moment, she felt the need to fill it with something.

She popped open the windshield of her ship and hopped inside. “MiMi, my disc please.” Mimi reached into her head and took out the Urth data storage disc. Zim wasn’t the only one with a secret stash.

Tak took the disc from Mimi and placed it in a tray on the ship’s control panel. “Ship, track six please.” As she hopped out, music began to play. Smooth, jazzy horns filled the air and the singer began crooning.

Maybe this time, I’ll be lucky. Maybe this time he’ll stay…

The song was from an Urth performance art piece. The vocalist sang about some male mate. That part didn’t interest Tak in the slightest. Still, there was something about it...

Not a loser anymore, like the last time and the time before…

The song continued to play as Tak opened the engine access panel and began her work. While manipulating the many gears and wires, she found a few interesting repair methods that the human implemented over the years. Many employed the use of an Urth bonding strip called “duct tape”, which she had to admit came in handy. The human didn’t do a bad job, even if it was pretty slap-dash.

All the odds are in my favor, something’s bound to begin…

She finally untangled a mess of wires and reconnected them.

It’s gotta happen, happen sometime…

She fused together the final wire and the ship hummed to life. Fuel Regulation Systems online.

Tak smiled, “Okay Mimi, looks like we’re finally getting somewhere.” She ducked back into the access panel as the song his its crescendo.

Maybe this time I’ll win.

[ruvatia]

Hi!! I love your headcanons soo much!!! Can you do headcanons for Matt, Shiro and Allura who are angels and their S/O is human? Thanks!!

Of course! Thank you for liking what I do!I’m not very well versed in angel hierarchy and I probably never will be, so let’s pretend that there isn’t one in this ask ;;;

  “Watching over humans wasn’t always all fun. Sometimes they made mistakes and embarrassing choices that even angels could get flustered by. Some of them lived uneventful, boring lives and others lived… “Well” enough to never run out of stories to tell.Your life was a nice middle-man between the two extremes, except for one thing: you could see what others couldn’t.”

MATT

You saw him smelling the flowers

But like, his face was in them.

You tapped on his shoulder lightly, telling him that inhaling so much will probably make him sneeze after

and guess what

that’s the first thing he did when he saw you

he sneezed on your shoes.

Of course, Matt apologized and introduced himself, and only after did he freak out about a human being able to see him.

You kept meeting, and by that I mean Matt kept appearing around you in the weirdest places

“You look like you’re having a hard time with your boss there, want some of that angel charm to the rescue?”“Please, just, no. What does that even do? Can you guys interfere in the mortal plain?”“No, I’m sorry I just wanted to try saying that.”

One thing leads to another and he’s tied to you by the hip before you realize, and he basically moved into your home

Headpats are a must when you wake, go to work, come home and before you sleep: he returns the action with a peck to the cheek and you swear your entire body glows sometimes when he does that.

Obviously, your winged boyfriend always evades the question, but since nothing outrageous has happened yet you figure that it’s okay????? probably????

Matts also likes quick pecks over kisses!

But he loves hugs!! The feeling of your body melting against his when you come home from work or a draining event is his favorite.

He also likes making coffee for you in the morning: he’s not the best at cooking but he’s getting there!

You often end up making it together– an activity that you both grow to enjoy and insert quickly into your weekend mornings.

Overall Matt is a good boy, please treasure him.

SHIRO

Shiro was people watching when you met him, on top of a roof.

He was undercover and had hidden his wings, making you believe that he was a young man about to off himself.

You made your way up there and screamed at the top of your lungs to not do it

Without hearing his protests or seeing the surprise on his features when he noticed that he was visible to you, you went off desperately about how all lives are important

His laughter cut your speech, and you dropped to your knees when he showed you his angel form.

“Oh my, are you okay? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shock you.” he laughed, a sound you felt you could listen to forever.“Oh, yeah, that.” you replied, a smile forming on your lips. “You’re an angel, in disguise. I’m sorry you didn’t shock me or anything, I’m just glad I didn’t have to see someone die today.”

After your first encounter, surprisingly almost everything just gets weirdly better

Baristas at Starbucks never get your order wrong now, cashiers never give you the wrong amount of change (all the ones you’ve encountered are super friendly and nice– like ALL of them), you get perfect .00 when you refill your gaz, the RNG gods blessed your pulls in your mobile gacha game…

It’s just the little things, but they still manage to brighten up your day when you need it

After a little less than a month, you’re convinced it’s that angel you met before and you start looking for him on rooftops now– but the day you start doing that, you bump into him on the streets.

“What a coincidence!”“Uh-huh.”

Naturally, you get closer and while those little things that brightened your day have disappeared, Shiro’s company alone is enough to brighten your whole week, so it’s fine.

Like Matt, eventually, you realize that he’s basically moved into your apartment.

You think a little about getting a new place so that you could live with him in more comfort after a few months (you’ve been meaning to get an upgrade for a while anyway) but when you do, the room you were thinking of giving Shiro becomes the guest room; he refuses to sleep in a bed without you.

Whenever you head out or come home, he always kisses the top of your head– it’s his favorite moments of the day

He loves to spoil you by getting you little things that he knows you likes– although it kept throwing your balanced diet off so now you mark all your scheduled cheat days on the calendar

ALLURA

Is a princess that was sneaking away from her guards to watch humans

Paperwork about angels below her bores her when she’s stamping for too long

she also fears a disconnection between the administration and the actual workers, so she tries her best to talk with every angel she meets

Little did she know that you were a human

she was convinced that you were just an angel in disguise when she got to the surface

she just thought that all these weird words were things that “common” angels used but nope, they’re all human things that she becomes very curious about!

so that’s how in the end you make an angel friend that at first is very interested in human culture

but over time she becomes more and more interested in you. She’s not afraid to show it either!

“What do you do? What do you like? What do you---”Her voice echoed in your brain at night. She’s been showing an awful lot of interest in you rather than your society and worldly ways lately.

Allura is obviously big smooth brain and flirts with you so very obviously that you believe chivalry isnt dead

she often brings you flowers, she does your laundry before you get home from work, little things that make your life easier at home

In return you start buying little things on your way home that you think she’d like-- flowers, snacks, etc

happy home life with your local angel princess