#boeing cw

[lectorel]

Overheard on the L:

A: "some people don't want the responsibility" [of sitting in the emergency exit row on a plane]

B: "I'll open a door. Hell, if it's a Boeing it'll open on its own."

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[viscardiac]

The Buccaneers (2023)

[racefortheironthrone]

"Just had an idea: AU where Coronabeth becomes a Lyctor and Ianthe joins BOE and her revolutionary name starts with “Content Warning.”" - This is the funniest idea I've heard in days, I'd like to propose "Content Warning Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss I'm Addicted To You Don't You Know That You're Toxic"

[dylanshetaplanesandhcs]

The Falling Star Incident

TW/CW: Acts of terrorism, plane crashes, swearing, mention of trauma, rape and death. Note: This is never a part of my HC, nor I ship RusAme, the tag is only there for views.

Project Personification Watchforce

Incident Date: 06/15/1986

Security Rating: Classifiied

Rated For: President of America and Russian President's eyes only

On June 15, 1986, an incident occurred with two personifications, PN-04 and PN-07, otherwise known as America and Russia respectively, within National Airlines Flight 2354 departing from New York to Seattle which resulted in a horrific loss of life incident.

*Boeing 747-135 of National Airlines similar to accident aircraft*

*The following is a recreation of the incident and measures being taken place to this current date as of 8/9/2024*

[A National 747-135 sits at the gate at Newark Airport, ready for it's flight to Seattle, inside the airport, passengers roam to their respective flights as announcements sound off for various flights, a flight attendant gets to the Gate Attendant as passengers board the jumbo jet]

Flight Attendant: I hope I'm not late! Gate Attendant: Oh! Just 10 minutes before departure.

[The Gate Attendant checks her ticket, the Flight Attendant looks at the board and sees that National Airlines Flight 2354 is on time for departure]

Gate Attendant: Here you go. [He gives her his ticket] Same as your birthday?

Flight Attendant: What?

Gate Attendant: The departure time, it's the same as your birthday, September 25th.

Flight Attendant: Okay, I must go.

Gate Attendant: Have a nice flight!

Flight Attendant: You too!

[She goes off to board the jet, but after her, two men, one with blue eyes, blond hair and a cowlick and another who is taller, has platinum blond hair and violet eyes are surrounded by people from their governments, seemingly their handlers, guide them onboard the 747, on board, passengers stow away their luggage and take their seats, on the flight deck, the Captain, First Officer, and Flight Engineer prepare for departure]

Captain: Alright, it's almost time for us to depart, go through the checklist.

Flight Engineer: It's the first time I've been an engineer aboard a 747, I hope I don't mess this up.

[The Gate Attendants closes the doors to the gate, and onboard, the one of the Flight Attendants close the cabin doors, the Captain goes on the PA System]

Captain: Hello, ladies and gentlemen, we are now leaving the gate, flight attendants, please prepare for pushback.

[The tug then pushes the 747 out of the gate and onto the apron, the JT9D engines begin to spool up as they start up, on board, the lights in the cabin dim]

Flight Attendant 2: [On PA System] Please notice that the lights have been dimmed for this night takeoff.

[Back on the flight deck]

Captain: Turn on engines One and Two, activate the taxi lights.

[The tug gets the 747 onto the apron, it detaches and moves out of the way, and the 747 rolls towards the runway, after a while of taxing, it lines up on the runway, the Captain pushes the throttles towards takeoff thrust as the jumbo jet speeds down the runway]

Captain: V1, Rotate.

[The massive 747 then lifts off, on its way toward Seattle, however, during takeoff, the aircraft begins to shake and rattle during takeoff, but it then subsides]

Captain: Well, that just happened.

[33 minutes after takeoff, the 747 reached it's cruising altitude, on board, the fasten seatbelt sign turns off, and food service starts]

Passenger: Excuse me, I can I have a cup of water, just a water, you know.

Male Flight Attendant: Okay, I'll be right back.

[He then goes back to get a water bottle, to which he pours into his cup, back on the flight deck, a Flight Attendant goes to the flight deck to give the flight crew their meal]

Flight Attendant: Here's your meal!

Flight Engineer: Oh, thanks!

[In the top deck, there is some banter going on]

Passenger: You know, there's just something off about this.

Other Passenger: What do you mean?

Passenger: This food's like, I don't know, it's a bit bland. It's always like this on airlines. Like, what's the deal with it?

Other Passenger: They don't taste bad, I don't see that's the deal with it.

Passenger: Of course you don't, you just don't understand. Every food that I tasted whenever I'm on a plane, it always seems to taste really bad.

Other Passenger: [Groans] Whatever you say.

[The Flight Attendant is in the middle of the cabin checking on all the passengers, when the other Flight Attendant came through the curtains]

Flight Attendant 2: Hello, Alice!

Flight Attendant: Yeah?

Flight Attendant 2: What are you planning to do when you get to Seattle?

Flight Attendant: Oh, I'm going on a business trip after this flight, I'm looking forward to being promoted tomorrow.

[One of the flight attendants gets to the front of the cabin when she heard something]

???: Why am I sitting next to this sh!thead?

[She turns over to the blond man sitting next to the Russian]

Flight Attendant 3: Sir, is there something wrong?

???: You're d@mn right there's something wrong!

[The Russian spoke up] Russian: Always hot heated are you, Америка?

America: Shut the f&ck up, Russia! Like the time you decapitated England in front of me and RAPED me!?!

[America goes for a punch, which is blocked by Russia, and he slams him against the cabin]

Flight Attendant 3: Sir, you need to calm down!

[The handlers try to subdue America, but he shoves them off as he squares up Russia, who has a sadistic smile on his face]

America: You wanna f&cking go?

[Russia smiles as he undoes his coat, revealing a bomb, America does the same to his jacket, also revealing another bomb]

Flight Attendant 3: Sir! You need to stop!

America: Shut it, b!tch! I'm gonna take you down to hell!

Russia: Not if I take you down with me.

America: Commie B@stard!

Russia: [Smiles] Capitalist Pig.

[The entire cabin is filled with tension as scared passengers, Flight Attendants and handlers try to stop them, back to the rear of the cabin with Alice and the other Flight Attendant]

Alice: And after that I'm going back home, so what about you—

[Suddenly, everyone is knocked back by a massive explosion that tears a hole in the 747, the flight deck shakes from the explosion]

Captain: Woah!

Flight Engineer: What's happening?!

[It was chaos in the cabin as luggage flies everywhere, passengers are sucked out, and the port engines catch on fire]

Captain: Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, this is Flight 2354, we're declaring an emergency!

[The crew struggles to keep the 747 flying as hydraulic systems are burned up and the airframe begins to go past it's stress limits]

Captain: Right, now put the thrust back—

[Suddenly, the fuel tank explodes as the forward section of the fuselage breaks away and falls, the burning body then falls back to Earth, the tail section breaking up from aerodynamic stresses, on a dark road, a couple was sitting by a car, when suddenly the burning fuselage crashes onto the ground with a massive explosion]

Guy: What the f&ck was that?!

[They look in horror at the aftermath of the crash as it begins to start a fire]

*END RECREATION*

The cause of the accident was due to America being sat next to Russia, and because of their hatred, they tried to eliminate each other via a bomb, resulting in the deaths of all passengers and crew, they both fell 35,000 feet and survived, and continued to fight until being picked up by local police, we had to cover up the crash under the guise of an electrical failure which caused the crash, and as a result, America and Russia should never be aboard passenger aircraft, and must be put into containers aboard cargo aircraft to avoid the same mistake from happening, these containers should be marked secret, and the flight crew should never be told about the cargo, however, should this ever happen again, the subject of terminating all the Personifications will be taken into consideration.

*PN-04 and PN-07 being loaded onto a cargo aircraft*

Based off this video

[aberrant-eyes]

"Conservatism consists of exactly one proposition, to wit: There must be in-groups whom the law protectes [sic] but does not bind, alongside out-groups whom the law binds but does not protect. There is nothing more or else to it, and there never has been, in any place or time."

Remember earlier this year when Boeing very clearly had a whistleblower executed? And law enforcement didn't even look for anyone or release any info about it or anything?

People keep comparing Luigi Mangione's case to the subway murderer who got off because of systemic eugenics, but I think there's something more apt about the fact that a CEO had someone executed in recent memory, with zero attempts to find a culprit, while they spared no expense at all to find (and probably frame, it's beginning to look like) someone who shot a CEO. It's always fine to slaughter if you're rich, but if you kill the rich, they will hunt you down.

[noiriarti]

The Winner Takes it All: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Enemies-to-Lovers Modern AU)

NSFW! Minors DNI!!! Summary: The moment the thesis competition was announced, you knew your biggest threat. Anakin Skywalker, golden boy of the engineering department. He's the only other person smart enough to beat you, and the only other person insane enough to stay in the lab until midnight every night. He's also an asshole, but you're starting to think maybe he's not as bad as you thought he was... Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Fem!Reader CW: mentions of masturbation WC: 3.4k AN: hello darlings!! another anakin x reader longer fic coming your way!! lmk what you think, and asks/requests are always open!

[Ch. 1], Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6

Chapter 1: Soldering

The moment the competition was announced, you knew your biggest threat. Anakin Skywalker, golden boy of the department. As soon as he heard about it at the thesis info session of your senior year, his eyes found you in the crowd, because he knew you're his biggest rival, and you're coming for him. He was surprised to find you were looking at him, based on the way his eyes widened, and you found a shocking amount of satisfaction in it. The top prize was 10k and a job at Boeing, after all. The more you surprised him, the more likely you were to catch him off-guard. Not that you would sabotage his work, that was just unseemly conduct for a senior at Coruscant U, but you'd encourage his sloppiness.

The instant after the presentation finished, you rushed to the lab. The thesis lab adjoined the regular makerspace in a continuation of the glass walls and sleek design of the rest of the engineering building. You'd spent the end of your junior year there, when you'd had to submit your thesis proposal (A Novel Method for Glaucoma Detection Utilizing Machine Learning and Mass-Producible Hardware). Anakin was always there too, which made the space just a little more annoying, with the loud music blasting out of his headphones and the hair-raising racket of the band saw.

Last year, you'd decided to admit to yourself, despite your best efforts since you had met him, that okay, Anakin Skywalker was hot. Like, horrendously hot. He was a looker no matter what he did, with those blue puppy dog eyes, full lips, and his gorgeous chestnut hair, which looked so soft that you had wondered on multiple occasions what it would be like to touch it. And, being captain of the university taekwondo team, he was muscular as all get-out. You'd catch a peek at his calves and ass on hot days when he wore shorts, and his biceps and shoulders were almost always flexed in the lab when he was sawing something or bent over the soldering station. One time, he wore grey sweatpants, and you had to literally tear your eyes away. But it wasn't just those features that made him hot. It was, unfortunately, him as a person. The confidence with which he sauntered through the building. His mischievous smile that he'd cast you in group projects, or the clench of his jaw as he wired something finicky. Your roommate, Ahsoka, a junior and also his vice-captain, told you that, oh yeah, he was also really good with younger team members. That he taught kids in the nearby school once a week, too, even though he had such a busy schedule. Wasn't that just sweet.

He wasn't that kind to you. Another thing that made him hot, unfortunately, was his brain, and his wit. He was kind of smart, okay, very smart, and that might make him the one thing standing in your way this year. Anakin also never shied away from a biting comment at you, usually about how if you had done it correctly, you wouldn't have an issue with some wiring. Unfortunately, he was usually right, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of telling him that.

Your rivalry started in freshman year, when your physics professor would choose the best student's homework and post it to the class as an example. You were sure you'd be chosen--your first homework was perfect--but then you saw his name. Anakin Skywalker. The next week, you beat him, but then he came out on top immediately after. And so it went. Always fighting for the top spot, to see who could outdo the other. Now, the department was just paying you to do it.

You were in the lab right after the "Senior Thesis Information Session" presentation, using the few minutes you had before your thermodynamics class to tinker with the 3D print that had just finished. Then, the door slid open with the beep of an ID card. You didn't have to turn around to know it was Anakin. Only he would be insane enough to work on day 1 of the semester. Him, and you.

"So you're seriously competing for this, huh?" He asked, watching you sand off some rough edges off the plastic. His tone was playful, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness. He was sizing up the competition.

"Yup. And I'm gonna blow you out of the water," you said self-assuredly. Your project was too good not to win. Anakin barked out a laugh.

"Sure. Right. We'll see about that," he remarked. His voice was dripping with smugness, just like usual with you. You just rolled your eyes. It wasn't worth it to waste time verbally sparring with him, you had better things to do. Like thermo. So you pushed out of your chair, leaving the print on the shelf that had your name laser cut into wood (a gift you had made yourself after your junior thesis proposal got an A), and heading to Lecture Hall 3.56B. Anakin was, of course, heading there too. You were in lockstep, as always. However, he refused to walk there with you, so he waited precisely enough for you to close the door before he left too.

And so, the first three months of the semester passed in relative peace between the two of you. There was only a handful of people who used the thesis room, and you were the only ones there consistently. It helped because safety regulations meant you had to have a buddy in the room to use any of the really useful machines, so you sometimes found yourself pleased to see him. It meant you could get work done. At night, the engineering building was fifteen minutes away from the dorms where you both lived--in the same building, which vexed you to no end when you saw him in the dining hall--so you both had to make the walk home late at night through the city. Oftentimes, you ended up walking home at the same time. It would be wrong to call it walking together, because that would imply you were near each other, or in each other's company, which would be plain wrong. You were always as far as possible on the sidewalk, and oftentimes you two would end up speedwalking home, not allowing the other person to be faster. Was it childish? Maybe. Did you feel a rush of joy every single time you hit the door to your building before him? Definitely.

In November, as the biting cold chilled the air, you found yourself done before him. All your current tasks were done, and you had to wait for a print to finish before you could keep going, plus he wasn't using any machines that needed a buddy, according to lab rules. It had been a long day, and you'd barely dragged your bones into the lab, let alone through all that work.

"Hang on," his voice called from across the space. He was at the soldering station in his safety glasses, bent over some chip.

"What?" Why couldn't you just go home? To your beautiful bed?

"I don't feel good about you walking home alone, so can you just wait for, like, three more seconds?" He wasn't even looking at you as he said it, instead he was pressing the soldering iron to some metal. You scoffed. Like you were so frail you couldn't walk fifteen minutes on your own.

"Are you serious? Do you think I'm vulnerable because, what, I have a vagina? I've taken self-defense classes, thank you very much." Your tone was poisonous, and you tried to infuse every drop of venom you had in you at his stupid idea. Anakin finally looked up from the bench, turning the iron off and cleaning it in the steel wool, catching your eyes with an angry glare.

"No, dumbass. You're just less likely to get robbed in this part of town if you're not alone. But do what you want, I guess. Have fun getting all your valuables taken!" He shrugged sardonically and turned off the vent fan above him. Anakin was right, it killed you to admit. You didn't exactly feel safe walking home at 3am through this part of town. There were enough reports of students getting hurt. So you planted yourself in your chair and waited. When he saw you, a smug smile grew on his face. Asshole.

"C'mon, let's go home," he said nonchalantly once he'd shut down and locked the woodworking room and the laser cutters. As you walked home, this time at a comfortable pace and with his headphones off, you realized it was almost nice, peaceful to be with him like this. The night was still, not a single thing moving in the dark of the night. You passed the corner store, its graffiti-covered grate down at night, then the Vietnamese restaurant you loved, dark and empty. There was no one on the planet but the two of you at that moment. Much to your chagrin, you didn't mind it at that moment. Anakin looked even more ethereal in the moonlight, lighting up the light parts of his hair a silvery white and casting shadows all over his face. He really was handsome, you admitted reluctantly. When you got home, he wished you a good night, which he had never gone. You found the word escaping your lips out of habit. After that, your walking home at the same time turned into walking home together. On November the 8th, he asked you how you were doing. You told him you were good, your tone clipped. He echoed good into the quiet street, then you lapsed into silence. On the 10th, he asked if Ahsoka was feeling better. She had sprained her ankle at practice the previous day. You told him she was, and he said good again. On the 11th, he asked how your project was going, and, in a fit of weakness, you told him it wasn't great. That you were nervous about your first real test of the finished product, the one that would tell you if the past three months had been wasted or not. He told you that if anyone could do it, it would be you, and you spend the rest of the walk wondering where the insult buried inside the statement was hiding. Later that night, once you had tucked into bed, you realized there wasn't any insult at all, just genuine encouragement. For the next week, your walks were filled with slightly guarded conversation, sometimes about upcoming homework assignments, but sometimes about how the taekwondo team was doing, or if you thought Professor Yoda's ear hairs were a countable or uncountable infinity. But he was still an asshole.

About a week later, you were alone with Anakin in the lab around midnight, working on a piece of the lens, trying to get the refraction just right before the test run, when your phone buzzed. Midterm Grade Posted for PHYS 485: Thermodynamics. Your heart stopped. You had been hoping and praying that the number of hours you'd poured into your thesis wouldn't come back to bite you in terms of classwork, but now was the moment of truth. You opened the notification, then to the Canvas page, where you saw your grade. 38/100. Everything in the world stopped. How could you have fucked up that badly? Your eyes scanned over instructor comments. Average class grade: 40/100. Maximum grade: 49/100. Okay, okay. It would be curved up, and you'd probably get a B, but you were below average for the first time in your life. Fuck. Fuck. How could this happen? You glared at Anakin, who was screwing in a bolt to the metal scaffolding of his project. That motherfucker was probably the one who got 49. The thought made you so angry you bolted out of your chair and went to go grab the materials for your test. That motherfucker got everything. It wasn't fair.

You lined up the small device you made, plugged it into the port of your phone, and opened the corresponding software. Through the external lens, you scanned the two printed-out pictures of eyes, one with glaucoma and one without. You held your breath throughout the loading screen. Please, just let one thing go right. Please. Please. The little loading circle stopped. Both eyes were cleared of glaucoma. A false negative. Motherfucker. Three months of work, and for what? You'd never get the prize at this rate. You'd have to start from scratch. You slammed your fist onto the table in anger.

"Hey, there's hammers for that," Anakin called, teasing from the other side of the room. He looked up at you, mouth open to snark something else out, when he saw your eyes welling with tears.

"Woah, are you okay? What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" His voice was soft, warm. Anakin dropped the wrench he was holding on the table and half-jogged over to you, putting his hand on your shoulder. You jumped at the contact, but it wasn't entirely unwelcome. It was kind of comforting, actually, but you were too upset to notice that.

"It's just, it's not working, and I've spent so much time and--" you trailed off.

"Don't cry, it's okay, we can fix it," he said with a shrug and a smile. Why was he smiling? God, was he actually pleased right now? Suddenly, your tears turned to anger, not at yourself or the system or the difficulty of your project, but at him.

"Like you're not happy about this. I bet you sabotaged it yourself," you spat out and shrugged his hand off your shoulder. He balked.

"Sabotage? Are you serious? I'd never do that." You stood up, incensed, and pointed a finger into his chest.

"Really? It sounds exactly like something you would do--remember in sophomore year when Barriss's robot mysteriously stopped working?" He half laughed, half scoffed, mouth dropping open, then snapped back with his voice raised.

"You've got to be kidding! Maybe if you paid two seconds of attention to your classmates or anyone around you, you'd know it was her wiring! The connections were bad!"

"Sure," your voice dripped with sarcasm as you scoffed at his insult, "And when you told her it served her right? You were so smug!" Your voice was rising. He ran a hand through his hair and bit out another laugh as he retorted.

"And if I was? Like you're not the queen of being smug in this department. 'Oh, my robot's better, Anakin. I got an A, Anakin.'" He raised his voice high, mocking you. His eyes were wild, furious.

"Me? Smug? Look in the mirror, asshole! Pretend all you want, but I know who you are. You can pretend to be oh-so-nice to everyone else, but I see you for what you really are. Just. A. Fucking. Asshole." You emphasized each word with a jab of your finger, getting closer to him each time. The tension between you was turning somehow--were you losing the argument? You couldn't tell.

"Oh yeah? You don't know a single thing about me," he gritted out, right up in your face, jaw flexing. His intense eyes bored into yours, flicking back and forth, and then they dropped down to glance at your lips.

You weren't sure which one of you moved first, but all you felt was his lips against yours and your hands fisting in his hair, which it turned out was as perfectly soft as you had imagined. Bastard. Anakin's kisses were hot, insistent against your mouth as you sloppily made out in the middle of the lab. His arms, warm and firm, circled your waist and pulled you to him while you tilted your heads this way and that to get closer. Your tongue swiped his lower lip, and he treated you to a surprised, low moan that you wanted to hear again and again until your ears bled. He got your hint, though, and started teasing your lips with his tongue until you opened your mouth just enough to touch your tongue to his. His arms tightened and pulled you against him so that you could feel his warmth from chest to thigh. The two of you were frantic, like if you got close enough, deep enough in each others' mouths, you'd figure out why you were doing this and why it felt so goddamn good. Your heart was pounding when his hands slipped lower and grabbed you under your ass.

"Jump," he whispered huskily after he reluctantly separated his mouth from yours. You hopped, and he used the hands under your thighs to lift you up and sit you on the lab table. Dutifully, you wrapped your legs around his hips, interlocking your ankles around his unfairly attractive ass, and kept your hands buried in his hair. Anakin was back on your lips immediately. He was sloppy and excited until you shifted your hips against him, and then he became electric against you, even hungrier than before. You were definitely feeling something underneath your hips, a lump. It hit you that he was hard, and that sent a bolt of lightning between your legs. You'd stared a little bit more than you cared to admit that time he'd worn gray sweatpants, and what you'd seen was now pressed against you. You drew in a shaky breath at that idea, and you realized that God, he smelled like metal from his soldering earlier and, underneath that, sandalwood and vanilla.

Sometime around the time his hips tilted forward into yours, a beep echoed through the empty lab. You both jumped apart, leaving you sitting on the table, and the noise continued. Beep beep beep. The insistent noise came from one of the 3D printers in the corner. Anakin's print was done.

The silence of the lab felt deafening as you both panted. What had you done? Making out with your enemy was completely against lab safety guidelines, for one, and your morals, for another. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, despite your misgivings, but you willed those wisps of excitement deep down into some mental box. This couldn't happen. If there was a single person on this campus you couldn't fuck, it was Anakin. Not only was he rude, but if you got too close, how would you navigate it when only one of you won? Most importantly, though, you had hated him for four years. And for good reason. (Though you couldn't remember exactly what it was, or think critically at all, in that moment.)

"We shouldn't do that again, Anakin." Your voice was small in the empty space. For a second, his face fell, but he pressed his lips into a thin line to disguise it.

"Definitely not. I--Sorry." And that was that.

You walked home in complete silence, stealing glances at one another in the dark night. When you got to the door of your dorm, you opened your mouth to say something, but then closed it. Better not. So why, once you separated, did you feel so sad? Why did you want to see him again, to feel that silky hair under your fingers in your bed? You laid awake until the early hours of the night, and told yourself that your fingers slipping inside the waistband of your pajamas wasn't about Anakin, you just hadn't gotten some in way too long. It wasn't about Anakin. Even though it was his mouth and chest and arms you thought about when you came on your fingers, it wasn't about him.

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[on-a-lucky-tide]

Nik flies. Ghost pines. Price... considers.

cw: hints of a future polyamorous relationship.

“Whit's he daein'?” Soap asked, folding his arms and legs as he watched Nik in the near distance.

Price looked up from the report in his lap, roll up twitching between his lips. Nik was pacing back and forth, fists, hands and arms moving in rhythmic, practised motions in front of his chest, by his hips, occasionally twisting behind him. But there was no opponent, only the imaginary one in Nik's head in the shape of the jet he was about to fly. “Shadowboxin.”

“Aye, ah c’n see tha’, sir. How come?”

Simon shifted on Price's right. He had been watching Nik with a palpable hunger. Even with his mask, the intensity of his gaze was hard to miss. When he spoke, his voice was low, almost husky. Like he was wading out of deeper, warmer thoughts. “Trainin’ exercise to practice his spatial awareness, coordination, and muscle memory before gettin’ in the cockpit. That thing ain’t his Black Hawk. Whole different animal. Second fastest jet in service.”

“That thing? S’massive. Na wey it kin shift. He'd ‘ave more fun in an F-15.”

The Foxbat was the size of a World War II heavy bomber — nine feet longer than an Avro Lancaster, two and a half feet taller than a B-24 and with a gross weight almost twenty-seven thousand pounds heavier than a Boeing B-17. Price had seen old black and white photographs on Nik's phone of Soviet technicians servicing the damn thing; they’d looked like toy soldiers scurrying around in its shadow.

The ride in the MiG-25 was a gift from Laswell as a thank you for Nik's help on a black op. Not even Price knew much about it, but it had to have been gnarly for her to pull this many strings. The Foxbat was fully fuelled and Nik's flight plan had been filed. Nik was going to throw that tank of an aircraft around the skies like he was twenty-two again, and he'd been vibrating with excitement during the walk out.

“Big man, big plane,” Simon murmured, “and he's got’a special attachment to it, even though it's a bit shite.”

Price plucked his cigarette from his mouth and tapped the ash onto the concrete by his thigh, considering Simon closely. There had been a change in him recently, especially around Nik. He spent a lot of time watching Nik - all out staring, as Simon was prone to do - standing close to him during briefings, finding reasons to talk to him in down time. He was flirting without realising it. Price knew why. Nik had told him about the hair incident, and asked whether there was any possibility of enticing Simon into a little more.

Honestly? Price had laughed at the time. ‘Better chance of gettin’ a gobby off of Makarov’ had been his exact words. But now that he had watched Simon around Nik for a month, he wasn't so sure his initial assessment was accurate. Even now, his body was enticed towards Nik. His arms were folded but his posture was open, upper back against the wall but hips in Nik's direction, his feet spread, shifting and twitching like there was something bubbling beneath his skin.

“Oh aye? Why's he so keen on it then?” Soap asked, giving Simon the side eye. The sergeant wasn't thick; he'd seen it too.

“Foxbat scared the Americans shitless during the Cold War. They got these spy satellite photos showin’ that beast, engine intakes the size of small cars. Big wings, potential for more maneuverability ‘an the F-4 Phantom II. But a pilot called Viktor Belenko defected and showed her to be a dud. Wife divorcin’ him, disaffected with communist society. In 1976, he left his sortie and went to Japan. Landed at Hakodate, overran the runway, shut down with only thirty seconds of fuel remainin’. Handed ‘em a brand new Foxbat and a fockin’ trainin’ manual to dissect.”

Simon rattled it all off without pause, and Price had to fight his grin to keep his expression passive. Well, that bloody well confirmed it. Simon had hyperfixated on the plane that Nik treasured. There were probably several more encyclopedias worth of knowledge on the damn thing in his head, ready to use with Nik later. That was how Simon tried to connect with people; shitty jokes and learning about them through what they loved.

“‘Ow the fuck d’ye know all that?” Soap asked, smirking. He'd sussed it too.

“I read,” Simon said dryly. “Try it some time.”

“Och, baltic, sir.” Soap sniffed, head tilting the other way. “So, he feels some kinda kindred spirit with Belenko.”

Simon shrugged. “Maybe. Or he's a fockin’ plane nerd and flyin’ that thing would be like the old man wankin’ over those Nortons at Bletchley Park.”

“Yeah, wondered when it'd be my turn,” Price growled, rolling his eyes.

“At least it dunnae need a drip tray and a prayer to stay together, eh?”

“Ya tolkin’ about Price or the bikes?” Simon's head lolled to the side as he spoke, tone rife with wry amusement.

Soap cackled, and Price slapped the folder closed in his lap. “Olrigh’, can it, ya muppets.”

“Aye, sir. Ah, look, mus’ be his slot.”

They watched the Foxbat taxi down the runway under the direction of the flight crew, their exaggerated hand gestures and bouncing completely alien to the three soldiers sitting by the hanger but clearly recognisable to Nik, who made a hand gesture in return before he looked forward.

Price returned his cigarette to his mouth, leaning back to watch Nik climb the jet as the flight crew assembled. Time to take off. Nik bounced a little on his toes before he hauled himself up to the cockpit, shoving the headset and helmet on, aviators still in place because Nik was absolutely permitted his cornier foibles. This was a dream come true for him. Laswell had outdone herself.

Price grabbed the ear defenders nearby and chucked another set across to Soap; Simon was already prepared. The engines roared into life, making the air shimmer with heat and power, and the big jet accelerated down the runway, leaving the tarmac in one of the smoothest take offs Price had ever seen. Well, of course it was; it was Nik after all.

The Foxbat disappeared above the clouds quickly and Price glanced over at Simon. He didn't move until the grey smudge reappeared against the open skies further to the east. The jet rolled and banked, ascending almost vertical for a stall turn that made even Price's belly do a little flip. It shot back past the hanger, the sound of its engines lagging behind its visible position as Nik pushed it hard. Price wished he could hear Nik whooping and rambling in Russian; air traffic control were probably feeling a little uneasy.

Simon never dropped his chin. He remained stoic, his arms folded, but his mind was up in the clouds with Nik. They both were. The difference was that Price knew he would be unzipping that flight suit later and enjoying everything underneath, whereas Simon would deprive himself for fear of being hurt, no matter how much he wanted it. Price hummed, stubbing out his cigarette. Perhaps it was time to indulge Nik’s curiosity, and his own carefully managed and suppressed feelings. Simon wasn't the only one who had denied the obvious for self preservation.

Eventually, the flight had to come to an end. Nik brought the Foxbat down gently, the landing gear screeching against the tarmac briefly as Nik negotiated the short runway. He taxied back round to park her almost exactly where he had pulled away from, and Price smirked as the cockpit popped open and a jubilant Russian bounced up with a roar of triumph, big arms in the air.

Ghost stooped down to his bag and Price heard the tinkle of glass as he removed his ear defenders. Simon clutched four empty glasses in his big hands and jutted his chin at the Foxbat as he glanced down at Price. “Comin’?”

“Lead the way,” Price said, grunting as he rolled to his feet.

“Ey, where's the liquor?” Soap asked as he followed.

“Mechanics used t’ call this thing the Flyin’ Restaurant,” Price said. “The air-conditioning relies on evaporation of distilled water an’ about two hundred and forty litres of pure grain alcohol. She's still got some’uv the brew in her tank."

Soap’s nose wrinkled. “Ye hae tae be jokin’. Yer gonnae drink outta the feckin’ jet?”

“Abso-fockin’-lutely,” Simon said.

Nik greeted them with all the energy of an excited puppy, gesturing at the jet and spilling in and out of Russian and English like his brain was struggling to come down from the sky. His face lit up further when he spotted the glasses in Simon's hands, slapping the lieutenant on the shoulder with a surprised, booming laugh.

The air crew left them to it and Nik did the honours. It helped that the small bowsers used to refill the air-conditioning system had conveniently placed spigots to tap the Foxbat-shaped keg.

“Poyekhali!” Nik said before he knocked back his mouthful of Foxbat bloody moonshine. Soap choked and coughed on his, and Simon grunted in discomfort.

Price grinned, toasting his own. “Za zdorovye, comrade.” He took a deep breath before downing the lot. Oh it bloody burned.

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in the source link, you’ll find #120 gifs of ALISHA BOE, an actress born in 1997, from interviews (2018-2023). alisha is somali and white so please cast her accordingly. all of these gifs are 268x150p and were made by me, from scratch. you can edit these into gif icons if you provide credit, via link, to the original post. please like or reblog the post if you’ve found it helpful! cw: n/a note: please read my rules before you use.

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Bratty Bunny (Crossover fic)

Alright, let’s do this. With a request from @drechastory herself, I am finally writing a fic featuring everybody’s favorite bunnybitch, AGATD!Bonnie!

CW: Swearing, AGATD!Bonnie being a jealous and somewhat bratty bitch (obviously), attempted manipulation, slight angst, threats and of course tickling! If you don’t like it, then don’t read (IDK what else to tell you). Also, DNI if you are N$FW/F€stish, Pro/Comship!

Cast: AGATD!Bonnie (Gonna try and give him a nickname to avoid confusion), Pete and Goldie(My AU), Rosey(OC)

Summary: Boe(AGATD!Bonnie’s nickname as suggested by @drechastory) thought that he could get away with anything due to his “popularity”, but the others quickly prove him wrong with a simple yet effective method.

Boe is an attention seeker. No doubt about it. He was the most popular animatronic in his dimension and he thought it would be the same in this one. He also heard that the Pete there was a bit of a hothead, something he thought he could use against him like he did with his Pete.

Oh how wrong he was…

It hadn’t even been 30 minutes and Boe was already causing problems. His first mistake was attempting to befriend Goldie, despite him knowing the golden bear was made aware of his manipulative tactics.

“Come on Golds, I’m not that bad.”

Goldie just turned his back to him, trying his best to ignore him, but it was clear he was having trouble.

“No. You’re a bad person and I don’t make friends with bad people. So go away…”

Boe was starting to get a bit irritated. You see, he didn’t like being ignored, especially by those who he saw as beneath him. So upon hearing that, he decided to do something… a bit drastic.

“What makes you any better?”

Goldie’s ears perked up when he heard that. He turned to look at Boe, slightly confused.

“What are you talking about?”

Boe smirked, a sinister glint in his eye. Now he had his attention, there was no way he was gonna stop now.

“I think you know exactly what I mean. How you constantly try to usurp Freddy, how you push other’s buttons for your entertainment. In a way, you’re just as bad as me. You’re just denying i-“

Before he could finish his sentence however, he was suddenly tackled to the ground. Goldie was surprisingly strong for his size, as he managed to pin him underneath. It was clear that Boe had probably, no definitely crossed a line.

As he struggled underneath the golden bear’s weight, it was only then that he noticed how upset Goldie looked. He smirked, knowing that he had managed to push one too many of his buttons in a matter of minutes. But it wasn’t like he cared.

“Heh, wow you’re quick to anger. Who would’ve thought?”

Goldie just rolled his eyes and looked at the alternate version of his friend.

“Nope, just needed you to shut up for a second. Oh and also…”

Without warning, Goldie began tickling Boe’s sides, causing the rabbit animatronic to tense almost instantly before he dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“Don’t ever try to relate me to you again…”

Boe immediately began trying to squirm out from underneath him, but he was having trouble due to how much he was laughing.

“Hehehe-hey! No fair!”

Goldie just chuckled as he continued moved his hands up and down his sides, scratching from his underarms all the way down to his waist.

“No fair? What do you mean, this is perfectly fair.”

Boe let out a small wheeze as he try to push the golden bear’s hands away from his sides, which he did… only to begin targeting his stomach, a confirmed weak point for the rabbit.

“Kehehahaha! Nahaahaha- f*ck!”

“Well excuse you. Didn’t expect such a potty mouth from someone like you-”

”Knock it off!”

After some struggles, Boe managed to push him off, knocking him over before standing up. Goldie was a bit stunned but looked up at him with a smirk.

“So, are you sorry?”

Boe scoffed as he looked at Goldie with an annoyed glare.

“Wha- why do I have to apologize? You’re the one who tackled me to the ground, I should be the one getting an apology!”

Goldie rolled his eyes as he chuckled a bit at Boe’s face. Just because he was an alternate version of his friend didn’t mean he was anything like him, so he wasn’t gonna give in and feed his stupid ego.

“Well too bad, you don’t deserve one! So… bye!~

With that, he teleported away with a pop, annoying Boe even further. But it wasn’t like he could do anything, so in the meantime he would just find someone else to degrade instead.

.

.

.

About 30 minutes passed and Boe was starting to get annoyed. Every time he tried to poke fun at someone or befriend someone using their own insecurities, they either ignored him or used his own tactics against him. But despite this, he still didn’t seem to learn his lesson.

This time he decided to target Pete, like he did almost all the time in his AU. He walked up to the rat animatronic with a smug smirk, trying to see how far he could push him.

“I believe you must be Pete.”

Pete, who was on the main stage reading a book, turned to look at him. However, instead of saying anything, he just rolled his eyes and went back to his book.

Boe smirked at Pete’s attempt to ignore, but deep down he was starting to get annoyed.

“What, got nothing to say? Good, it suits you.”

Again, Pete ignored him. Though he averted his gaze to him at times, he continued to ignore him as he read his book. Boe didn’t like this one bit, as began to grow even more pissed. But he tried to keep it cool in order to hide his intentions.

“Oh come on, at least say something. It’s not nice to ignore guests like tha-“

“HIIII PETE!”

Boe’s sentence was cut off by Rosey hugging Pete out of nowhere, causing the rabbit to stumble backwards and fall tush first on the floor. Meanwhile Pete jumped a bit, almost accidentally punching them which the eccentric animatronic was oblivious to.

Pete let out a sigh as he put his book down before looking at Rosey, a bit annoyed but not angry.

“What is it Rosey?”

Rosey just chuckled as his annoyed expression.

“Oh nothing big. I just wanted to see my BEST FRIEND!”

Boe was initially shocked by the sudden appearance of Rosey, but he brushed it off as he saw this as an opportunity to belittle Rosey as well.

“Well ain’t this a surprise? Big bad Pete has a joker as a friend…”

This time, Pete looked at him with an annoyed glare. Rosey, confused, looked at Boe with a curious gaze.

“What do you want, Boe?”

Pete spoke in a somewhat irritated tone. As annoyed as he was, he couldn’t get too mad due to Rosey’s presence. He was well aware of Boe’s antics and knew that he had to be careful. Rosey on the other hand, was oblivious to Boe’s true intentions.

“What? Not happy to see me?”

Pete scoffed as he rolled his eyes. Despite Boe being Bonnie from a different AU, that doesn’t mean he’s gonna let him off the hook for what he did to the Pete in the other world.

”Why should I be?”

Boe smirked as he extended his hand in a fake, friendly gesture to Rosey.

“Come on, don’t be like that. I’m sure me and the joker girl can be good friends…”

Rosey looks at his hand before looking at him, then back at his hand. They gently take his hand to shake it, but instead of a simple handshake, Boe felt a sharp shock from his hand to the rest of his body. He lets go and looks at Rosey, who was now laughing at the buzzer prank they had just pulled.

“Hahaha! Ihi- I can’t believe you fell for it!”

Boe’s face turned red with anger and embarrassment as he looked at Rosey with a pissed off face before suddenly changing to a grin.

“Oh I get it now…”

Rosey stopped laughing as they looked at Boe confused, tilting their head.

“What are you talking about?”

Pete, who also confused, quirked an eyebrow as he spoke. He did not like the grin on his face, and if anything, it meant bad news.

“Isn’t it obvious? You, the tough, stoic, no-games man friends with the crazy, prankster, out of control jester? You’re just asking to be called an embarrassment!”

Pete scowled at the sudden insult, trying his best to ignore it. But Boe wasn’t backing down, and he didn’t seem to care…

“But honestly, what was I expecting? You’re honestly nothing more than an embarrassment. Both as a performer and a brother, hell I bet even Finn-“

“Shut. The f*ck. Up.”

Pete’s tone was firm and threatening as he stood up, clearly pissed. It was clear that once again, Boe had crossed a line.

“Let me make one thing very clear…”

Without thinking, Pete picked Boe up by his shirt collar.

“I don’t care if you’re from another world, you have no right to just put neither my friends or my siblings’ names in your mouth! Do you understand?“

“Okay okay, I-I won’t do it again! Just… please put me down-!”

Boe put his hand up in a placating gesture, showing that he had surrendered. But deep down, he was secretly pissed. As Pete set him back down, he decided to try and shoot one last insult towards Rosey. However, before he could, Rosey was suddenly gone.

“What- where’d they go- ACK!”

Boe was suddenly cut off by Rosey grabbing his wrists, pinning them above his head.

“H-Hey! Let me go of me- this- instan- eek!”

He suddenly felt a pair of hands squeeze his sides. But how? Pete was over there and Rosey was holding his wrists. So who-

“Ehehek! He-hehey, what the f*ck!”

Rosey used their second pair of arms to wrap around his waist as began tickling his sides, like how Goldie did to him earlier.

“Sorry sir, but bad attitudes are not allowed at Fazbear’s!”

Pete chuckled a bit as Rosey playfully lectured Boe on his sh*tty ego. But it was true. Inflated egos and bad attitudes were a BIG no in this universe. And should someone test this too many times… well, let’s just say there’s a bit of a penalty to pay.

Boe tried to pull his wrists out of Rosey’s grasp, but to no avail. He looked at Pete as he called out to him. Well, at least tried to anyway due to how much he was laughing.

“Kehehahaahaha! Yo-you idiot! Help me-HEEEE-hahahaha!

Pete pondered a bit before smirking.

“Hmm… nah.”

He then closed his book before stepping off the stage and beginning to leave. Before he did leave, he turned back to Boe with a sly grin.

“Besides, I’m sure you and Rosey will “get along” just fine…”

With that, he left the bunnyb*cth to Rosey’s mercy, ignoring the several screams of mirth he was letting out.

He eventually found a place where he could read his book, but still had a view of the absolute chaos that was going on with those two.

“Hopefully this should teach him a lesson…” He thought to himself.

Whew, finally done! This took me way too long, but it is complete! Also sorry if it seems a bit lazy and/or rushed…

Again, thank you @drechastory for the lovely request. I hope you like it!

AGATD!Bonnie aka Boe belongs to @drechastory

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‼️BREAKING: UC BERKELEY LAW PROFESSOR ASSAULTS PALESTINIAN MUSLIM HIJABI LAW STUDENT‼️

The Dean of Berkeley Law, Erwin Chemerinsky, a staunch supporter of the “Israeli state,” hosted a dinner for all graduating law students on the last day of Ramadan. Head of Berkeley Law Students for Justice in Palestine, Malak Afaneh, got up to draw attention to the law school’s investment in the genocide of Palestinians and their $2 million investment in weapons manufacturers, including Boeing, Lockheed Martin, BlackRock, and more.

On the last day of Ramadan, UC Berkeley Law Professor Catherine Fisk, and Dean Chemerinsky’s wife, assaulted a Palestinian Muslim hijabi law student that was exercising her First Amendment rights to draw attention to UC complicity in the genocide of the Palestinian people. Fisk and Chemerinsky would rather resort to violently assaulting one of their students than face the truth of their support for genocide.

Upon saying “Assalamulaikum,” “peace and blessings to you all in Arabic,” and talking about the importance of Ramadan for both Palestinians and Muslims, UC Berkeley Law professor Catherine Fisk assaulted the law student.

The admin at UC Berkeley Law have a history of calling for the sanctioning of students that express concern over Palestine.

Many have said that Dean Chemerinsky is in the running to be the next chancellor of UC Berkeley. UC Berkeley, is this who’d you like to be the next chancellor?

-- Palestinian Youth Movement (PYM) Bay Area, 10 Apr 2024

[iridescint]

INDEPENDENT + MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE MULTIMUSE . current muses can be found under the cut, but all former muses are available by request. KT + twenty nine + minors / personals DNI.

MEMES + MUSE INFO .

RULES:

this multi-muse blog is private and very selective with low to moderate activity and will be heavily plot and dynamic based. if you don't interact ic or ooc, i will softblock.

plotted interactions are preferred. romantic ships will require plotting and ongoing ooc interactions as well as ic interactions. familial and platonic ships are just as important.

i will be using basic formatting on this blog. threads will be regular sized text with bold and italics for emphasis. if you want me to change/simplify my text for any reason, just ask. i prefer to write longer length replies.

muses are from various media, some that contain mature themes i will tag everything with the #TRIGGER CW format, but if i miss something, please send a dm so i can fix it. there may be sexual themes present on this blog but nothing will be explicitly written.

don’t be a dick! in character drama is fun, but keep it between our muses. if you unfollow me, please soft block. i will not interact with anyone that writes problematic themes or uses problematic or deceased fcs.

graphics belong to me unless stated otherwise. i am not affiliated with any of the media, characters or faceclaims represented on this blog. all content is my own creative property so do not use my lore without permission.

PRIMARY MUSES:

alex claremont diaz. rwrb, bridgerton. taylor zakhar perez fc.

andrés cordero. tsitp oc. maxi iglesias fc.

anthony bridgerton. bridgerton. jonathan bailey fc.

clary fairchild. tmi. abigail cowen fc.

conrad fisher. tsitp. christopher briney fc.

evie grimhilde. bridgerton, modern royalty. sofia carson fc.

guy thwarte. the buccaneers, bridgerton. matthew broome fc.

harry bingham. tvd, the society. alex fitzalan fc.

jace herondale. tmi. danny griffin fc.

kieran night. original demon lore. maxence danet-fauvel fc.

lizzy elmsworth. the buccaneers, bridgerton. aubri ibrag fc.

lucy chen. the rookie, grey's anatomy. melissa o'neil fc.

luna castillo. original familiar lore. sofia carson fc.

neil josten. all for the game. froy gutierrez fc.

rosalie hale. twilight, bridgerton. simay barlas fc.

tris prior. divergent. daisy edgar-jones fc.

violet bridgerton. bridgerton. ruth gemmell / rose williams fc.

SECONDARY MUSES:

andrew minyard. all for the game. conor doherty fc.

campbell riley. tvd, grey's. abigail cowen fc.

christian ozera. vampire academy. theo sadones fc.

conchita closson. the buccaneers, bridgerton. alisha boe fc.

elena gilbert. tvd, grey's. nina dobrev fc.

feyre archeron. acotar. simay barlas fc.

isaac lahey. teen wolf, tvd. daniel sharman fc.

jeremy gilbert. tvd. froy gutierrez fc.

josie saltzman. legacies. kaylee kaneshiro fc.

rose hathaway. vampire academy. aslıhan malbora fc.

steven conklin. tsitp. sean kaufman fc.

tyler lockwood. tvd. michael trevino fc.

REQUEST MUSES (plotting required!)

alex karev. grey's. justin chambers fc.

azriel of velaris. acotar. berk cankat fc.

cassian. acotar. alperen duymaz fc.

luke patterson. jatp. charlie gillespie fc.

mat hatter. original character. alex fitzalan fc.

[ladygeeks]

Romance is a big deal—it’s a popular genre and an excellent one at that. There’s a reason Netflix’s Bridgerton is a mass success. There’s also a reason why romance is the number one selling genre in literature. People want happy endings, and people want to watch compelling stories that end well. With this in mind, it’s necessary to state that Apple TV’s The Buccaneers is not a romance, at least not where the first season is concerned, and much of that is evident from the first three episodes. Based on the unfinished novel by Edith Wharton, there’s much riding on what series creators choose to do. And if PBS’ Sanditon is any indication, well, it depends entirely on who you ask.

Apple TV’s The Buccaneers stars a large ensemble cast featuring Kristine Froseth, Alisha Boe, Josie Totah, Imogen Waterhouse, Aubri Ibrag, Josh Dylan, Guy Remmers, Matthew Broome, Mia Threapleton, Christina Hendricks, and more. Where the cast and the performances are concerned, the show does incredibly well. Everyone here understands the assignment, but what’s unclear is whether the show knows what it wants to be and how it wants to get there. This can turn out to be a romantic love story in the end, but it’ll be more akin to a CW production than a memorable anthology series that focuses on romance and the perils of the time concurrently.

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Finished It Friday - November 3

The final Finished it Friday! Congratulations on making it through this event! Here are the works completed in this last week (and a few that were finished earlier in the event that I only just caught).

Twitter thread here

Fiber Crafts

This friendship bracelet by LetoLeGaosaure on pillowfort

Writing

Beware The Boes! by Ginneke

The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask - Link & Tatl (Legend of Zelda) - Mild Horror, Canon-Typical Violence, Zinefic, Tatl POV, Playing with monster lore - Rated T "The only scary thing about Boes is not knowing when they're there. Right? Right. Tatl would like to think so… -- Written for the Faces of Evil zine, vol. 7: The Small."

To Catch the Wind by ForestWren

tumblr post - The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien - Background Fëanor Curufinwë/Nerdanel - Character Study - Rated G "In which Fëanáro begins to invent the Tengwar."

It's Just Like Falling Snow (I am Above You, and I Love You) by ForestWren

tumblr post - Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Andor (TV) - Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Maarva Andor & Cassian Andor, Cassian Andor & His Various Friends and Family - Major Character Death (tagged as a warning), Found Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Fix-It of Sorts, Fluff, Afterlife - Rated G "Cassian dies. What comes next is far less lonely than he expects."

Let's be called 'Romeo and Juliet' by sasuhina_gal

Naruto - Hyuuga Hinata/Uchiha Sasuke - Modern Royalty, Inspired by Romeo and Juliet, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Real Feelings - Rated T "It's the story that shook the country of Konoha. It stunned, it amazed, it made the king so incredibly happy. The Heiress of the Hyuuga Family and Second son of the Uchiha family had fallen in love! But it was just a trick to annoy their families. Isn't it?"

Who wouldn't want Hollows and Shinigami living in harmony? Right? by Mysticalbeingwithuntoldpowers

Bleach (Anime & Manga) - Roka Paramia/Tessai Tsukabishi, Aizen Sousuke/Kurosaki Ichigo - Soul King Kurosaki Ichigo, Mystery, Established Relationship Ichigo/Sousuke, Politics - Rated G "Roka Paramia, ambassador for Queen Harribel, was determined to make her speech in front of Central a successful one, a lot depended on her. Unfortunately, even the best laid plan can't predict everything. How dare someone interrupted the most crucial moment of the peace talks with an anonymous laser beam to her face. And why did the King saddled her with an overprotective seven foot giant that was way too perceptive for her own good?"

Flowers from your Beloathed by Ginneke

tumblr post - The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild - Link/Revali - Pre-Calamity, Cultural Differences, Flower Language, Misunderstandings, Crack Treated Seriously, Very Mild Innuendo, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Injuries - Rated T "Revali starts finding flowers from an unwanted admirer — or the country’s most inept assassin. With Urbosa’s help, he’ll never figure out what’s going on. Meanwhile, Link is put in charge of figuring out exactly where the tokens | threats keep coming from…"

Hypotenuse by LetoLeGaosaure

NSFW - Lobotomy Corporation (Video Game) - Benjamin/Carmen (Lobotomy Corporation), Ayin/Benjamin/Carmen (Lobotomy Corporation) (two thirds of this are one-sided) - Friends With Benefits, Pining, One-Sided Relationship, Fluff, Platonic Cuddling, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Sexual Roleplay, Roleplayed Polyamory, Anal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex - Rated E "Benjamin never thought he'd get close to Carmen like this. Well, of course everyone was friends with Carmen. But… this was… something else. And the most ironic part in all of this was that it was entirely Ayin's fault, and he was totally clueless. Of course."

Run to you by sasuhina_gal

NSFW, CW: sibling incest - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) - Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Shinsou Hitoshi, Mentioned Enji/Keigo - Mutual Pining, One-Sided Attraction, suggested voyeurism, Aizawa and Shinso are brothers, Alternate Universe - College/University - Rated M "Touya and Shouta, roommates in college, share something in common, their love for their little brothers. They know they'll live in self-disgust, never expecting it to go anywhere, but they'll realise there's a reason their their brother's safe space."

In ictu oculi by heysaintjude (86V50_vc)

Ristorante Paradiso - Gabriella/Santo Claudio Paradiso - Free Verse, Coffee, Canon - Anime, Poetry - Rated T ““Time only stops for the dead, Claudio.””

Cooking with Liu-shishu by Ilthit

Dreamwidth post - NSFW - 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù - Liǔ Qīnggē/Luò Bīnghé - Smut, Dom/sub, Object Penetration, Food Kink, pain play, Sadomasochism, Bondage, Consent Play - Rated E “Binghe really cannot have people coming into his kitchen and interrupting his cooking. A lesson will have to be given from shizhi to shishu in both politeness and in--relaxation.”

Fix Your Collar by Ilthit

Dreamwidth post - NSFW - 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù - Bites & Bruises, Daydreaming, Post-Canon, background Bingqiu - Rated E “Shang Qinghua's imagination runs away with him a little at a meeting of the peak lords.”

One Basket by Ilthit

Dreamwidth post - NSFW - 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòběi-jūn/Shàng Qīnghuá - Oviposition, Smut, Temperature Play, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Size Difference - Rated E “Mobei-jun needs to lay his eggs. Airplane wrote this porny plot device himself, so he will take responsibility.”

Shizun and Shizun and Their Little Kitten Bingmei by Ilthit

Dreamwidth post - NSFW - 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Jiǔ | Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū - Gags, Crossdressing Kink, Cock & Ball Torture, Master/Disciple Relationship, Established Relationship, Face Slapping, Feminization, foreground Bingjiu, Background Bingqiu - Rated E “There is no context or explanation, only giving Binghe everything his heart desires.”

Escape Clause by Ilthit

Dreamwidth post - NSFW - 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Shàng Qīnghuá/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū - Alternate Universe, No transmigration, Drunk Sex, Internalized Homophobia, Casual Sex, Lingerie, Denial - Rated M “Just bros being bros, gunning shots and going down.”

[urochs]

haiiii .. call me ox !

it/its or he/him only nsfw furry + obj art LOL

dm for main. likes+follows from t*************t

general cw in advance for likely themes of: SEX (WHAT?!), cnc/dubcon, vore maybe, ovi/breeding, size dif, hypno etc. if that's bad look away!!!!

no long dni list on this acc as long as ur an adult, if i think you're weird or annoying i'll just block dw ^^

comms not officially open but if u msg me desperately we can work something out

tags below the cut:

#casting evil cow spell - art

#bovine yappery - txt

#🐂 ox tag - oc tag for ze sona (aurochs..thing)

#🦐 algie tag - oc tag for algernon (caridina shrimp)

#✈️ arlo tag - oc tag for arlo (boeing 787)

#🛩️ randy tag - oc tag for randy (undisclosed prop aircraft)

more to be added once i figure out who i wanna put here