#code name: Z

[synthe4u]

.cod #10

A/N: I INTRODUCE MY 'DREAMS' aka my writings that would only make sense if I was dreaming (they're not actual dreams)

This will include misspelling, missed punctuation, military inaccuracies, cursing, etc. This is not meant to be serious writing nor sensible. It's more of a hit and run; confusion and never gonna get back to you. i have warned you.

og note name: .gen z -cod

Gen Z Reader X COD Characters Platonic

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“Hey, Z, how did ya get so good”

“I used to do the floor is lava challenge with my demon siblings and they used to try and make me lose so I parkoured and made them fall.”

“Okay….”

Or like Reader has very good leg strength

[xeavy]

Created by Element5Manga this is their twitter.

[zeb-z]

dude sorry but the fight is still fucking with me I cannot believe that they set up an established code phrase for that exact situation, and yet even when it’s obvious the “Pomme” Etoiles is fighting does not know the word, he can’t get himself to fight at 100 percent, he repeats the question several time over just in case the first time was a fluke, im sick im physically ill

[numbuhinfinitys]

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ KND AUs ⋄ 𓍯

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「 ✦ Love Switch ✦ 」

More AUs will maybe be made...

「 ✦ Moots AU's ✦ 」

「 What happened to Reyna? 」 - Mourning AU

「 A New Player Has Joined The Game 」 - Artist sona AU

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[acapellasampler]

Idk why but I randomly started thinking about the K.N.D movie (the one with numba zero) and realized something out of the blue

....nobody bat an eye over Father/Benjamin essentially successfully kidnapping 5 or 6 (i forgot) different children, Sector Z just vanished like iirc numba one called them "the missing kids of sector z" that's 5 or 6 whole grain ass kids just disappeared and suddenly single bachelor Benjamin Uno has that exact amount of kids and nobody finds that odd, like yes the delightfulization changed them but still!

[airyairyaucontraire]

You can see the process of reconstructing this person from the ground up in the new Netflix documentary Secrets of the Neanderthals (I think that was the title) and, to sweeten the deal, it’s narrated by Patrick Stewart.

Or hey, given Captain Picard’s love of archaeology, you can just pretend it’s him.

every prehistoric human reconstruction has me thinking “I want to smoke weed with this bitch”

she looks like she would have been an awesome neighbor, like she would have loved menthols and called me baby

[dravidious]

Btw I have like three more pieces of music finished for you, just didn't have the motivation to get the drawings done for them yet

Fair enough. Anyway I've started playing Megaman Zero 3 and on the results screen for the most recent level the game just gave me the code name "Supreme Edgeboy"

[bl00d-3-red]

Usually in the military, your code name is something you did embarrassing or a moment you and your teammates had a laugh about. An example would be if you had screamed at the sight of a spider on base, the code name ‘spider’ or ‘blackwidow’ would likely be given. This means that Task Force 141’s code name would actually be of embarrassing moments for them. Here’s what I HC they would be:

Ghost: Is so silent that there had been multiple times where he had accidentally snuck up on soldiers and scared the crap out of them. One rookie literally almost pissed themselves because of this.

Soap: Always sure he had liquid soap because he is scared that someone will bang him in the showers if he drops a bar. He is convinced this will happen.

Roach: He found a roach in his food and literally vomited in the nearest trashcan afterwards. Never ate that food since.

Price: While it is his last name, he is also called this because the boys caught him carrying coupons in his wallet. They giggled like a bunch of schoolboys and called him old. Price did not find it funny and explained that in an economy like this, he’d do anything to save money.

Gaz: Not once, but on five separate occasions, he called gas, “gaz”, with a “z” while filling up the tank of one of the vehicles. It was one of those moments where you didn’t know that’s actually how you say it, He literally thought that was how you pronounce gas. That was until Soap told him it’s “gas”.

[numbuhinfinitys]

I'm fine- I'm fine- I'm completely fine- i swear- i swear-! They cute at all- i mean they ain't- i mean they do- i- DANG- >:[

- Reyna

[AAAAAHHHHH- THEY LOOK SO COOL]

Don't @ me, I rolled a dice for some of these things. But yeah, this is Sector Z from 1983, as part of the Sector Ʌ AU! Just to be clear: up to now Father still doesn't exist, no one has ever heard of him. Sector Z will be the first to meet him and... yeah. You know how the story goes.

[numbuhinfinitys]

Numbuh Infinity Inu would like you to do something with her

Reyna: sure?

(On Ubryamic they don't have a sun or a moon, so Reyna could only experience sunsets and moonrises on earth +plus her sleep schedule is f@ck3d)

[greenunoreversecard]

HEYYEYHEY CAN I REQUEST LLOYD (ninjago) HEADCANONS PLEASEEEE (ty :3)

A/N: Ofc!I'll do general character ones, as well as x reader ones :) hope ye likey likey:pp

Lloyd, The Greenest and Geekest mf.

General character headcanons:

Half Japanese half Chinese

His hair is box blonde dye and you cannot change my mind.

Left handed

Severely dyslexic and hands off all scroll reading and just reading oriented tasks to kai.

Def gen z vibes. Like, the others give off more inbetween z and millenial, so they dont always get his humor. And sometimes he uses that to his advantage and "Speaks in code" (uses as much slang as possible)

Has LED lights in his room set to forest green.

Has given himself a smiley face tattoo.

Cried over a dead goose once.

OK, just to preface i see cole as a stoner of Sorts and uses the excuse "it gets me closer to my element"

With that in mind cole let lloyd try it and now sometimes when he is told to unwind, of feels like he needs to take a chill pill he and Cole spark up

in the beginning of his leader ship role, he used to Say;"kick ass and take names" and if things went wrong he had the fuck it we ball mindset, but got better with time. There are still times they wing it, though.

if he isnt in his gi he almost exclusively wears his pajamas (aka a Hoodie, tshirt and sweats)

Vv tired, and now has a raging addiction to energy drinks due to his lack of Sleep.

He used to eat worms as a kid bc he Thought he it was evil.

Has a eyebrow piercing, and wants a tongue piercing.

Wears "reading" glasses, that he should technically wear all the time because he can't see up close and has a astigmatism,, but he says yolo. Zane then make him contacts after he almost ran into a moving blade and got his head severed.

Adhd and OCD, as well as the normal line up (anxiety, depression, cptsd)

Lloyd in a relationship:

Hes very distant in the beginning, it'll take time to warm up to you.

He tends to be orage cat vibes.

On the cat trend, he gets close for a bit Before becoming distant. Going through waves of affection, kinda.

He hasn't had like, any good relationships in his life so he tries to "protect" himself when he feels he gets to close to you, and so he pulls away.

He does the fuckboy face when your sad bc it makes you laugh, as well as That weird dice roll

He actually does the face/dice roll combo whenever he Sees you as he walks over, it's an inside joke now

primary giving love language: acts of service and quality time

Primary receiving love language: gifts and words of affirmation. But physical touch is also high up there.

Also, not expensive gifts. He hates those. Give him a stick you saw on a walk that made you think of him. He'll cherish it forever. And maybe cry.

He will cry.

will make noises at you and expects a noise in response or he'll be sad.

Also randomly bites you. He's a nommer

also sends you memes throughout the day.

As well as random pictures with the caption;"BABY LOK THIS IS S. US IF WE WHERE *insert whatever item here*

Called you babe, baby, love, shitface, asshole.

Expect kind and loving gentle bullying.

Doesnt know how to express his emotions to just expect him to come up to you, lightly shake your shoulders and aggressively say;"I love you bitch.i ain't Evea gon stop lovin you. Bitchhhhhhh" (vine reference)

Sends you .5 of everyone, himself included. He's addicted to Taking them. You will not get out of it.

Also sometimes just walks around in nyas stilettos for fun.

You two have fashion shows.

You also take over the Living room sometimes and build giant ass forts to watch shitty reality tv in and make fun oF The people

Overall, once he realizes you won't leave he's the most funniest loving chaotic guy.

But expect it to take a hot minute for him to realsie this

give him time,, but also have some deep talks..

Let him vent

and for the love of God don't hurt the baby's heart.

Expect inside jokes

[brucewaynehater101]

Okay, you know that hc where Tim Reincarnates as The Trash of the Bat Family? It got me thinking of him scamming and making the "Real League of Assassins". He integrates Pru, Z and Owens early, makes them his people (or assassins disguised as servants).

"Where's the coffee?"

Owens, pouring chamomile tea, "We're all out of coffee, Sir."

"Energy drinks?"

Pru, throwing a trash bag away. "All gone too, Sir."

He integrates Kon before he experiences the SA with Tana Moon and other ladies, and Kon becomes his bodyguard.

"Are we doing something bad?"

"Oh, we're doing something veeeeery bad. To Lex Luthor."

Tim rescuing Damian.

"You're Damian Al Ghul Wayne. You're an Al Ghul and a Wayne. You can do whatever you want. I'm not taking care of you."

Damian, not trusting this lying bastard, secretly follows him around. Tim knows Damian is, and begrudgingly just accepts Damian into his fold until he reaches Gotham again.

"If you die, Timothy, I will dominate the world, kill everyone, and then myself."

I love these additions so much!!!

The "Real League of Assassins" is such a petty name, and I live for it. Just Tim as a kid and his little League of Assassins (depending on how far back he went into the past and how soon he aquires the OG best assassin squad). It would be double hilarious if his "Real League of Assassins" doesn't actually kill anyone, but I also respect Tim's right to commit murder however he deems fit. I like to imagine how mad Ra's would get at the name.

Part of Tim's asshole cover comes from Pru. There's two ways this can go. One, Pru is her complete self in front of everyone (she will break someone's nose no matter their price tag). This causes major scandals and issues for Tim cause how could he hire someone who behaves like that? Or Two, Pru is creepily pleasant and respectful around other company, and Tim continues to act like usual around her. This causes people to pity Pru for having such a horrible boss.

I also live for Bodyguard Kon AUs. You know the two of them are playing a "I know your sickly Victorian child looking ass can beat me up, but I will pretend I don't know this until you tell me why" with a "please stop saving me from every small things because I know you know a sunburn isn't going to kill me." It's dealer's choice on how soon Kon finds out about Tim's vigilante gig. Also, if Kon is a bodyguard in this, is he also Superboy or the equivalent? Does he become a superhero once he finds out about Tim's heroism? There's no way Kon would stick around Tim if he believed the persona Tim kept up.

Cue Tim accidentally forming the YJ again, but this time it's hidden from the JL radars and is a closely guarded secret.

As far as Damian, I absolutely love that quote you included. It's so Damian coded and I live for him threatening to take over the world. I also want to see Tim's reaction and how concerned he is over Damian threatening to kill himself. As an older brother, he legit could care less about Damian managing to kill the entire world. It's Damian wanting to die that scares him.

As far as the AU, Tim is trying so hard to distance himself from the Waynes that his dumbass shouldn't have picked up Damian in person. He was probably too anxious to leave it to someone else, but now he has a tiny suspicious assassin who reluctantly became fond of him.

There's a few different ways this can play out.

One, Tim picks up Damian in his vigilante costume and never unmasks to Damian. The little tot starts to think of this vigilante as maybe a brother before being given to Bruce (angst of abandonment tied with identity shenanigans. How soon does Damian realize that Timothy "Trash" Drake is the one to save him from the League?).

Two, Tim starts off with his secret identity in tact but reveals himself while traveling back. They bond, Damian is left at Bruce's, and, to the surprise of literally all the Waynes, the kid is seen constantly talking to the complete jerk Timothy Drake. Damian is actually nicer to this douchebag stranger than he is to some of his family members. What's equally shocking is how kind Tim is to Damian. Tim hasn't been cruel to children before, but he hasn't gone out of his way to be nice either. This cues investigations into Tim by the batfam.

Three, Damian refuses to go live with his dad and sticks around Tim when they return to Gotham. Depending on when Tim rescues Damian, Tim's fake uncle adopts Damian, and they become brothers legally. When Bruce finds out Damian is his son, he doesn't take the excuse, "I found him on the streets!" from Tim seriously.

[lavenderfilledcoffin]

quo vadis

latin

where are you going?

tags: depiction of mutilation, gore—sebastian basically kills you but in a disturbing way, all in all—dont read if you have a sensitive heart.

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“Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” You absentmindedly asked, staring at the ceiling that was adorned in paper stars.

Oh, how you loved those stars.

You enjoyed stargazing before your life went to shit, it was an everyday ritual of yours.

It was a pleasant surprise when Sebastian told you to cover your eyes and lay down on the cold floor.

“Just trust me, lay down.” You could hear a smile in his voice, so you chose to trust him.

You settled into a comfortable position, letting your body relax.

“Open your eyes now.” And you did. The ceiling was filled with all sorts of stars that were made with paper and pencil.

“You… remembered?”

“Of course I did.” He laid down next to you, rolling his tail up so that it wouldn’t be in your way.

“In every universe? Of course! I don’t see it any other way.” He interlocked his fingers with yours. No matter how many times he does it, it still makes your face heat up.

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

You smile at the reassurance, closing your eyes and letting yourself fall into a peaceful slumber.

Sebastian didn’t notice it until he heard soft snores next to him.

“You’re hopeless, I love you.” Sebastian whispered before reaching his free hand up to his lure, flicking it down to let the room be consumed in darkness.

When you awoke, Sebastian was nowhere to be seen. There was a mild ache in your back from sleeping on the hard floor, but your main focus was looking for Sebastian.

After sitting up, you crawled towards the vent’s opening.

You peeked your head out, the doors were closed, and it was silent.

You knew it was a bad idea, you did, but your curiosity got the better of you.

He told you to never leave his hideout without him. He was afraid of you getting hurt.

With a slight push, you were out of the vent. The air seemed thick, thicker than when you made your way through these halls the first few times.

You decided to go to the doors that were in descending order, figuring that it would be pointless for Sebastian to go through the newer doors.

It was lonely. Sebastian wasn’t here to distract you from the horrors down here, it was scary, almost.

You shook the thoughts away, continuing on.

You found data scattered throughout the levels, how did he miss them?

You shoved as many vials and usb sticks into your pockets as you could since you didn’t bring a bag.

Shit.

You had no proper protection.

Oh, well. At least the creatures down here could be easily countered.

You passed through at least seven doors, and yet, there was no sign of Sebastian.

You were starting to grow more and more paranoid, would it be too late to turn back?

No, keep pushing. You needed to see him.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, and cold sweat made your clothing cling to your body uncomfortably.

You heard quiet footsteps behind you, thank goodness Sebastian was here.

He didn’t have legs though.

You turned around with a relieved smile, but that was quickly wiped off of your face as you were met with what you assumed to be an Urbanshade guard.

Shit.

“Hands. Up.” He pointed his gun straight at your face.

Your anxiety was through the roof. You had no choice but to comply with his demand.

You held your hands up, the weight of your selfish actions could be described as a pressing weight on your chest.

“You little brat. The company knew something was up when your PDG was rendered destroyed.” He continued on, his grip on his gun tightening ever so slightly. “Don’t think we don’t know about Z-13 at door 50.“ Your eyes widened at the mention of your beloved’s code name.

“You will come with me.” He walked towards you, the gun never lowering.

Your body felt heavy. This was all your fault, wasn’t it?

The guard got behind you. He holstered his gun and grabbed your arms harshly enough to make you wince.

“Shut up.” He cuffed your wrists together. The cold metal felt uncomfortable, and the cuffs were adjusted a little too tight.

He grabbed his gun again, pointing it at your head. “Walk.”

So you did.

Thoughts were running rampant in your mind. Where was Sebastian? Was he okay? Were you going to die? Will you ever see him again?

You were trying your best to hold back tears. You felt so helpless, you hated it.

The numbers on the doors got smaller and smaller. Would it be so bad to let him kill you right then and there?

A loud yell was heard behind the two of you, the guard turned around, leaving you with an opportunity.

You kicked the guard’s legs with your dominant leg, causing him to fall on his back.

You ran.

“You little bitch, get back—“

His words were cut off, but you didn’t stop. You ran as far as you could, trying to stay balanced.

Adrenaline. That’s all that was keeping you going. You had passed through three doors, and you felt your muscles ache.

You knew you should have worked out more.

You tripped on your own feet, landing face first onto the cold, smooth, concrete floor.

Harsh winces escaped from your throat, you lifted your face up to see blood on the once greyish-white floor. It must be from your nose.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t get up as your hands were cuffed.

You felt so pathetic. You couldn’t save yourself.

Whatever had gotten the guard was about to get you, too.

It came into the room, ripping the door off of the hinges and coming near you.

It flipped you over, and you saw Sebastian.

He was covered in blood. He didn’t look anything like the Sebastian you knew.

The Sebastian who would hold you close at night.

The Sebastian who would company you on small scavenges.

Bloodlust was all that you saw in his eyes.

Before you could even speak, he began to attack you.

His claws dug into your chest, and he harshly pulled them out, leaving deep cuts in your chest. “Sebastian—!” You cried out, he couldn’t hear you, could he?

His head dipped down towards your arm, and he bit your bicep.

He bit your bicep.

His razor sharp teeth easily tore through your skin, hitting your bone.

The noises of your bones being crunched made you cringe. The pain wasn’t registering yet.

The flesh that once protected your arm was now being chewed by Sebastian.

Your beloved was about to eat you alive.

In a desperate attempt to make him stop, you screamed, loudly.

The high pitched noise snapped him out of it.

The darkness that clouded his eyes was now gone.

His sworn spouse.

The person he ‘married’.

Sebastian ate their flesh.

He felt nauseous.

How were you even conscious?

Sebastian’s eyes met your half-lidded ones.

Poor Sebastian.

It wasn’t his fault, right?

He didn’t mean to.

No, he just wanted to protect you.

Sebastian weakly called your name.

Your breathing was labored, your hand was weakly clutching at your chest where blood quickly seeped out of, and your head was lolling back due to the lack of strength in your body.

It felt like you were high. You could feel your body tingle, trying its best to keep you conscious.

Sebastian cradled your body in his arms, fat tears falling from all of his eyes. “[Name]… Nononono. This isn’t—happening?! Don’t go. Please. Please stay with me.”

It was hard to make out what he was saying, you couldn’t hear him properly, nor could you speak in the current state that you were in.

The pain was hitting you at full speed now.

You cried.

All you could do was weakly cry. Your body was messed up beyond comprehension, there was no way that you were going to survive this.

Every breath was agony. Every inhale felt like needles were being inserted into your chest.

Sebastian just watched. He couldn’t reverse what just happened.

He was powerless. He couldn’t save you. Not this time.

[skekilla]

sleep overrr !!!

pomni is practicing modelling and coding and stuff with a nice chill little event---cozy clothes for those who wear them, eye masks, and fun little activities like nail polish ! good times all around so far :) (except for jax, who is a hypocrite when other people are annoying instead of him)

J: “Ugggh! Can’t a guy get any sleep around here?!”

Z: “What did you think was gonna happen? We just shut up?”

J: “Duh! It’s a sleepover, it’s in the name.”

Z: “Wow. Didn’t think you had friends before this. Now I know it’s true.”

[ronearoundblindly]

For the dirty A-Z headcanon game can I get an A for Steve Rogers?

From this ask game, and I love you to the end of the line, anon, because this is pretty much THE one I wanted to answer...

A - Alone Time

How does he get off when all by himself?

Does he watch porn?

Is it all in his imagination?

Does he jerk off?

Does he use toys?

In case it wasn't obvious... MINORS DNI (vaguely coded to be gender neutral for the possibility of steve x reader or stucky or whatever your flavor)

Here we go, babes. I know I've written several different versions of Steve in various universes, but this is gonna be more generalized and not involve the very specific background experiences I've written into other things. This is just my good ol' fashioned headcanon of Steve masturbating!

This man takes his time--or at least would prefer to--even when it's just him. He will gently touch/play with himself for a while before grabbing his dick. Grazing his nails over his thighs. Pinching his nipples. I think this dude really has a thing with his throat? Like he thinks about teeth along his neck or being pulled forward by it and, yes, a squeeze or two. Don't flame me, I'm just saying!

He craves foreplay, is what I mean, and I don't think Steve feels fully aroused unless more than just his genitals are involved in the act, ya know?

He watches porn, but only for examples. There's a whole lot in modern pornography that is a huge turn-off for him. Steve uses certain imagery or sounds/sayings that he found in porn and kinda edits them together for his pleasure later--like mentally edits, lord knows, because that man would not get the hang of Final Cut Pro OR iMovie, feel me?--plus that way he can imagine a certain someone's voice actually saying those things to him or doing them to him.

Which brings us to Steve's imagination which is unbelievably vivid and runs rampant. Think about it: he's a strategist. He has to see tons of possible scenarios play out all at once, analyze where that leads and where that leaves him, and then plan to thwart or redirect all that happens into an ideal outcome. Don't tell me that artist does not have an incredible mind's eye.

Then we get to Steve finally touching himself expressly to come.

He's toyed with himself for a while, maybe gotten close but held back, probably enjoyed finding friction not with his fist. For some reason, I thoroughly believe he has a thing for fabrics? This guy enjoys the glide of silk and satin. I bet his sheets are nice and slick so he can thrust against them a little and think of a pretty skirt or a dressy, formal glove.

Actual toys? Like the kind advertised as sex toys? Like the kind he'd have to purchase with money in some capacity? No. I think shy Steve hasn't figured out a way to discreetly (and by that I mean, untraceably) do that. He refuses to use anything online attached to his name--credit card or secondary/digital wallet whatever--to buy something or to tell someone what he would want them to buy for him because then that person would know! He'd keel over from embarrassment right then and there!! ARE YOU INSANE?!?!

No. What Steve will do is get seemingly useful things for innocuous reasons and play dumb blond if anyone ever insinuates it could be a sex toy. That man can and will absolutely lie like a champ to keep those secrets. That man is a super soldier but his muscles still get sore; that's what the massager is for, not his taint, nuh-uh no how. How dare you ask him!

Which brings us to the climax: his climax.

Steve prefers to finish in the shower. He's spent all that time enjoying the feel of his hands or various textures, the dry (but not painful) drag of everything before the slick lubrication of lotion or conditioner creates a welcome high under the spray of water, and then, yes, he can clean himself right off afterward. Highly efficient. Also very effective at training his brain to get off quickly in a shower if necessary.

Strategy, you guys, it's all about strategy.

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Are my answers to these like an audition for the Shameless Hoe Club? Maybe. Or maybe Ro has just lost the ability to filter herself...or care 🤭

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