#ew silas

[thenamesblurrito]

i know there’s a lot of talk about mandroid/silas but please consider this law enforcement club/polycule

ultimately if it came down to it, Dave BotBots would win in a fight by sheer Rube Goldberg improbable bad luck looney toons shenanigans. Simmons would be fully capable of murdering TFP Megatron with his bare hands. Schloder would get along famously with Sumdac in oblivious solidarity. Fowler would have the BotBots mall packed up and moved to a secure location within like two hours. Fanzone would be the one stuck watching the collective of children and be miserable about it but he’s also the only one who would be even capable of babysitting the lot of them so he’s the best choice.

[bendrownedbodypillow]

"You should want sex you're a teenager it's human!!!" I no no wanna :(

[sluggsy]

I Wish To Know More About Ren. Does She Like The Mc In Step 1. Or 2. Will Ren Eventually Be Datable.

[kayhi808]

So I was thinking about first crush and after your Uncle Steve one shot I was wondering what would Bucky do if reader and/or Abby got sick?

Maybe reader gets sick so he offer to take care of Abby while she gets better or Abby gets sick and she only wants Bucky. And his left hand is cool enough that it relieves her fever, which only makes Abby love his left arm more!

Idk if you had something planned for the series like this so feel free to ignore!

Anyways I love the series so much!

Val, you are the sweetest!! Thank you so much for you support and for always being so encouraging! xoxo

"What are you doing here??" You opened your door to find Bucky with a bag of take-away food. Your hands go to your hair trying to tidy up your appearance. Abby's had a fever and is miserable. So, you're a bit of a mess as well.

He drops a kiss on your brow, "You sounded beat on the phone. I thought I'd bring over dinner and help out if I can."

"No, I don't want you catching whatever she has, shaking your head & nudging him towards the door.

"Super serum. I don't get sick." He gives you a smug smile.

"Mama!" You hear Abby start to cry. "Pwease help, Mama." You turn away from Bucky and rush to Abby's room. "I called-ed you, Mama! You runs away."

"No, baby. I'm here. Mama's here." You sit on the bed and cradle her in your arms, rocking her. "I had to answer the door." You press your lips to her brow and it's still hot with fever.

"What happened here?" Bucky walks into Abby's bedroom and Abby cries harder.

"I...I sick and doctor says I has to take yuck me'cine." Abby throws her head back sobbing dramatically like the drama queen that she is. You roll your eyes and glare at Bucky because you see the mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

"No he didn't!"

"He did! And I don't wike it!"

"How dare he treat my girl like that!"

"I knows," wiping her snotty face into your shirt.

"Ew, Abby!"

"C'mere Princess." He holds his arms out to her & you pass her over while getting tissue to wipe her nose. She fights you and it only makes her cry harder into Bucky's shoulder. You're ready to scream as well.

"Why don't you take a shower? Calm down. I got her." He drops a kiss at your temple and another on your neck. "Take as long as you need. We'll be fine." You're on the verge of tears at his kindness. "Go. You need this. It's ok."

You're able to pull yourself back together. Cleaning yourself of sweat, tears and baby snot. You stay in there until you run out of hot water.

Feeling human again, you find Bucky laying on the couch with Abby. Her little body is wrapped around Bucky's Vibranium arm. Her cheek is squashed up against his arm and she looks peaceful. You brush the back of your fingers against her forehead and its cool to the touch.

"Feel better, doll?"

You give him a smile but before you can answer, Abby pipes up, "I's good."

"You feel better, my baby?" Kneeling down by them.

"Bucky's arm is so cold. I loves it." She closes her eyes and snuggles around his arm and falls asleep.

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[zkwoodrow]

DISEASED - THE SPIRIT BARES ITS TEETH ANIMATIC

And FINALLY, after a month or so of working, the animatic is complete! You can also watch it on my youtube and Instagram where I just recently posted! This was made possible with the help of procreate, flipaclip, and movavi (which for some godforsaken reason reaaallly likes lagging the footage, so I'm deeply sorry for it. ALSO for some reason does not like to align mouths with the face lol) Song: Diseased by Baby Bugs Book: The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White Characters: Silas (and the rabbit), Isabella, Mary, Charlotte, Louise, Agnes, Ellen, Frances, Headmaster (ew), and Mrs. Forrester.

[lively-potter]

—moon struck ; part three

— genre ; strangers to friends to lovers, kinda grumpy x sunshine, fluff, angst, smut, angst with a happy ending 🥹

— warnings ; body insecurities ( mentioned ), eating disorder ( mentioned ), oc deals with a severe amount of anxiety and panic attacks, violence, smut ( later ), FLUFF, love struck jungkookie 🥹

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— word count ; 1.5k

— intro , part one, part two

— 2024 © LivelyPotter

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

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river's pov ; the next day

I liked having a sense of complete control over my life and the things I did.

It wasn't completely true, but I pretended I did anyway.

Carefully holding the icing bag, I gently squeezed the bag and started moving my wrist in a circular motion to perfectly swirl the rainbow buttercream icing along the outside of the red velvet cupcake, I smiled to myself.

I had complete control when baking and decorating delicious treats – sometimes I messed up the measurements, but that was rare.

Poking my tongue out, a gesture I did to steady myself, I carefully crafted petals along the inside of the rim and soon enough, I had a perfect rainbow-colored flower.

"Oh damn!" a familiar voice exclaimed from behind me, making a squeak leave my lips the moment my brother, Brandon, reached in front of me and snatched the final cupcake from my hand. "These look good, Pixie–Mhm, and taste good too."

Cringing away from the man in front of me, a piece of red cake came out of his mouth and hit my nose. "Ew! Brandon!" I screeched out a laugh and he took my short – pixie-like frame, hence the nickname – and gave me a noogie.

"Dude!" I pushed him away, "Wern't you the one who taught me to chew with my mouth closed?"

Brandon watched me, amusement notching his brow as his cerulean blue eyes – that matched mine and Corey's – glinted in amusement. His big hand, dotted with black oil that he more than likely got from tweaking his motorcycle, ruffled through my hair and grinned wolfishly.

I rolled my eyes and giggled, turning back around to place the baked treats in a glass cake dish.

"Sooo..."

"You going to scold me for running again?" I cut him off, my three-month-old Australian shepherd, Kingston, yipping happily at my feet once I finally leaned down and gave him a pet along with a small dog-friendly baked treat.

"No," Brandon walked to the other side of the counter and braced his hands on the counter, looking down into my eyes. "I'm not going to judge you for it. That's Corey's job." he snickered, a soft smile coming upon his face.

I softened my defensive stance and quirked my lips. "Really?" I laughed along with him before becoming more serious. "It's just...instinct. Plus, he's scary."

"I know right!?" my older brother agrees, taking on his pale hair, "That dude just gives off that 'look at me the wrong way and I'll fuck you up', and I'm not going to lie and say I'm not intimidated by him. The dude's taller than me and that's saying something. A fucking beast, that man is, ya know?"

"Exactly," I snorted – before I met Jungkook, my brothers were the tallest men I'd ever encountered – besides Silas that is. And Jungkook was a good inch maybe even two inches taller than my brothers.

"But he's really nice...and gentle when he speaks." and that face is nice. That body is nice. And oh god, even his voice is like heaven on earth – wait...what was wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking this.

I avoided Brandon's eyes once shuffling was heard at the front door. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and forced a tiny smile.

"I understand you not wanting to get close to him," Brandon ignored the apartment door opening and clenched his jaw. "The man's got baggage...and you're so young to be tied down to all of that."

I jerked back.

Baggage?

What in the dingleberries did he mean?

Moon?

"Moon is not baggage –" I went to argue but I was cut off as an energetic Atlas hollered happily, entering the kitchen.

"Oh hell yes! CUPCAKES!" he squealed like a child, the longer tufts of his dark hair falling into his eyes once he skirted past me.

I threw back and laughed as Brett followed after him – dressed entirely in black but her Gucci golden belt tied the entire outfit together as she threw her arms around me and smirked.

"So tell me what happened last night when that Jungkook picked up Moon!" she said, pulling me from the kitchen. I fought against her playfully as a blush arose on my face at the mention of Jungkook.

Brett would grill me for hours until Mr. Blackbourne or North ordered her to get her butt back home.

Since her accident a year ago; they'd been hesitant to allow her out of their sight, but since I had their full trust, and respect hopefully, the Blackbourne Team trusted me to keep her safe.

Brett's blonde hair smacked me across the forehead as she twirled around and threw her curvy body across my lavender bedspread.

"ATLAS!" she let out a shout at the same time I jumped a foot in the air and slightly glared at her for scaring me. What was with all of these people and scaring the life out of me?

She sent me a 'sorry' look, "Your bitch ass better save me one of those cupcakes or I'll tell Wil to beat your ass the next time you're looking to get fucked!"

"Oh my god." I whimpered into my hands, falling onto the bed.

Yes, this was my life.

***

third pov ; jeon jungkook

"This looks great, man! Thanks!" a man around Jungkook's age exclaimed happily, observing the large tattoo of a dragon with green highlights along the curve of his calf. "This looks sick!"

Jungkook held in a wince as he stood up from his stool and stretched his back. After hours of sitting down, shoulders drawn down, it was a wonder he hadn't developed a crick in his neck.

"I'm glad you're pleased with it." Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle when he was discarding his gloves and washing his hands once his area was sterile once more and ready for another customer.

Working today was a welcome distraction since he had been in a foul mood when he dropped off his baby at the daycare center – hoping to see the woman that had plagued his mind in the best of ways since he saw her angelic face. He was sorely, and furiously mistaken when he realized she wasn't there.

It was only Sang and Kayli there today. No River.

Jungkook rubbed a tattooed hand across his face and let out a sigh as his client left the room and he plopped down on the sofa across the room and stretched his sore muscles.

He wasn't the only one who was severely upset by River's absence, but his little Moon was too. Crying a river — pun intended.

He had hope, since yesterday evening — since they had spoken ( it wasn't enough, in his opinion ), that she would be there.

He hoped she would smile for him today.

Took him forever to calm his baby enough for her to allow Sang to pluck her from his caring, protecting arms.

A smile rose on Jungkook's lips when he eyed the clock on the wall.

But he did get one piece of usable information from River's best friend.

River had been busy getting three dozen cupcakes and other treats completed for a birthday party tomorrow, and later today – at exactly 2 pm, she would visit the library, as she did every Tuesday.

"Hey, Cherry?" Jungkook suddenly called out, jumping to his feet, "Can you reschedule my 2 o'clock appointment to tomorrow?" he asked his secretary, a middle-aged kind women covered in tattoos of all kinds.

She perched her hot pink glasses on the bridge of her nose and nodded, "Sure thing, JK." she said, her long acrylic nails tapping on the keyboard. "I'll just give Malcolm a call."

"Thanks, Cherry," Jungkook said gratefully, twiddling with the multiple rings on his hands as he searched for his car keys.

"I got somewhere to be," he called out, already stalking out the his tattoo shop, TATTERED, "I'll be back later!"

Cherry watched the young dad with a grin on her face and reached for her phone.

She unlocked her phone and dialed a number.

"Erica, that boy's got it bad – I'm just tellin' you, girl. He was blushing a few minutes ago when he told me he'd be back later. It's been like this for months."

On Sunn Vale Court, Erica Lee grinned at her phone as she spoke with her childhood friend. "Let's hope River gets over her fear of being in a relationship," she said with a sigh, looking across the room.

"Stage an intervention," Cherry suggested after a moment of silence. "I just pity the poor boy whenever he comes in every morning sad as a kicked puppy."

Over the next thirty minutes, Erica and Cherry – along with Brett, Atlas, and Gabriel – and most surprisingly, Corey, came up with a plan to help out both parties involved.

author's note ; ✨

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[changingplumbob]

Knightstone Household: Chapter 9, Part 5

As the snow fell the aliens arrived! They had all chosen their human form today in an attempt to get in the spirit of the season. After making sure her kids were inside Yolanda gave Suzanna a big hug.

Suzanna: Happy Winterfest

Yolanda: Happy Winterfest! Or is it Merry Winterfest

Marianna: I’m pretty sure I’ve heard humans say both

Yolanda: Then why don’t they say Merry Birthday

Suzanna: Pass

Tyree: Looking full of glee there Silas

Silas: I thought you were going to dress up to

Tyree: I wanted to but dad voted no. Attempted Winterfest cardigan it is

Ruth: You both look stupid

Silas: Oh come on Ruth, we’re kids, Winterfest is meant for us!

Ruth: My Mother says Father Winter is a horrible old man who keeps toys from toddlers

Tyree: But... we’re not toddlers, are we?

Silas: Did you get coal in your stocking Ruth

Pollock: Sydney! Sydney big like Pol

Sydney: Pol! Hi

The other toddler squeezed Pollock tightly to say hello making him laugh.

Pollock: You get gift

Sydney: Yes. Mama got me sun glass

Pollock: Sun glass?

Sydney :*points to sunglasses* They pro ect my eyes

Suzanna: You’re kidding! Why

Marianna: He was cute for a human and I felt like treating myself

Yolanda: I’ve just never understood the attraction to humans myself. Like they’re so... colour limited

Marianna: Colour limited, what does that even mean

Yolanda: They’re all white or brown or black. But aliens... We’re blue and purple and green and pink. So much more attractive

Suzanna: Wait are you saying you and Katherine have never had woohoo in human form

Yolanda: Oh watcher no, strictly alien form in the bedroom

Ethelyn: Oh I don’t feel good

Suzanna: Were you outside?

Ethelyn: I think I have a stomach bug, I needed the cool air for a moment

Yolanda: *turning to Suzanna* Mod?

Suzanna: Mod

Nihel: So it’s a traditional Winterfest thing

Adam: It is. Ham with all the sides

Nihel: I could have sworn it was turkey

Skinner: No they have turkey at Harvestfest

Adam: Sometimes they’ll even put one type of bird inside another to cook

Nihel: Ew! Humans can be so disgusting

Adam: No argument from me, but I will say-

Nihel and Skinner: *in unison* UFO Sixam aliens are worse

Adam: Well they are

Suzanna: Come here Moondust, it’ll be a little while until the grand meal is ready so I think you should have some cereal to tide you overnight

After lifting Pollock into the high chair Suzanna makes up some cereal for him.

Suzanna: Try not to spill too much, we want our guests to be comfy

Pollock: Okay Mummy

*ten minutes later*

Suzanna: What? Two food piles? How?

Pollock: *giggles*

Suzanna: Just stay there while Mummy cleans it up

Adam: LUNCH EVERYONE

Ruth: Finally, I’m starving

Yolanda: Ruth! Manners

Suzanna: Dear watcher, thank you for the feast before us. Thank you for the crisp snow and the friends we share. Jingle bells

Everyone: JINGLE BELLS

They all tuck in to the meal, Adam and his helpers did an excellent job with the food.

When the meal is over Adam and Suzanna say goodbye to their friends and Silas gets a headstart on the dishes so he can get stuck into his game again. With most aliens gone Suzanna ushers Pollock through the nursery so he can have a bath and dry off with plenty of time before bed. He’s a little confused as to why he’s not in the bath seat now but seems happy with the new freedom of motion. Especially how it lets him splash!

Pollock: Mummy help Pol potty?

Suzanna: Of course I can. But remember if you’re talking about Pollock you say ME

Pollock: Mummy help... me potty?

Suzanna: You got it

Pollock tries his best but again a puddle forms outside the potty and he stands sadly.

Pollock: Mummy me made mess

Suzanna: Well don’t stand in it or you’ll feel worse. Come here

She snuggles him close and helps dry his tears.

Suzanna: You know what I think? I think it’s time for more gifts!

Previous ... Next

[tricks-n-illusions]

Angela@Silas: "Do you just like to spend your little time torturing and murdering ghosts? How dare you do that to literal spirits of children? They can't hurt you, they've already suffered enough pain from passing and you just spend time killing them again? What do you have to gain from it other than some sort of sadistic satisfaction?"

Angela's comment quickly broke the fox out of whatever sad stupor he was previously in. Did she just say what he thought she said...? He didn't imagine that did he?

How dare someone reduce him to THAT kind of person. Silas gave a sinister grin as he leaned back, he clearly was not in the mood to be judged and so wrongly accused.

He finally let out a sigh as his illusion dissipated. "If you think I'm the type of person to hurt a child. You're fuckin' mistaken. I'm not someone who hurts children," He spat out his words, there was clearly hurt behind them. "I would never stoop so low to use them for my own personal gain, that's disgusting." "I-..." His voice shook as he glanced back to Angela, he looked as if he wanted to retreat away from such horrid accusations, but he stood his ground. "I know what it's like being a helpless child at the mercy of a sick and twisted adult. I know far too fucking well what it's like for an adult to take advantage of my innocence for their own personal desires. I would never do that to a child. I would never even dream of hurting a child." He began a low growl as he threw her a glare.

"That spirit wasn't a child moron." He huffed out in a fit of rage, he didn't enjoy being accused of such horrible things and he certainly wasn't going to be nice to the person who just did so. "That spirit's older than me, than even you and that's saying something cause you look ancient." He laughed giving a sneer.

"What if I do get some sadistic little gain from hurting ghost-types hm~?" She wanted to assume the worst about him, he might as well lean into it. "And killing them?"

"Little ghosts don't really put up much of a fight you know?" he laughed as he circled around the dragon.

Silas was quick to stop in his tracks. That sounded really weird, Ew. There had to be a better-sounding word than that. "Ummm..." He tapped his claw in thought, "How about..."

[ . . . ]

"I don't know the fuckin' right word alright?!" He shouted, "I just like killing stupid little ghosts, Isn't that pretty obvious? Huh?" "Maybe I do get some 'sadistic satisfaction' out of it, maybe I don't. Does it really look like I know the reason why I did that? Hm?!" Silas was really starting to get tired of people poking at him. "Look dumbfuck. I don't know why I do the shit I do okay. I ain't some all-knowing, self-aware deity. I'm a dumb fox. Get used to it or pack your shit and leave. Cause it ain't changing anytime soon."

[electricdissonance]

I... I believe he is working on it, the proper code has been given to him, so it's only a matter of-

[Silas's hands stopped their typing, scales tightening against their form as the screen flashed and flickered in their rather sensitive eyes. They gave a slight hiss, but kept their focus on the screen without pulling back.]

Sir..?! Sir, are you alright?! That.. that was..-

[They take a breath, easing the tension in their tail. He didn't want this man to think of him as a big worry wart, especially so soon after first encounters.]

Just what did that do..? Switching screens....

A..ah...

And then there were two...

- 🐟

Sonny dropped to the floor from his position at the tree, landing with a soft thud with all four paws now on the ground quite naturally. He stared at his "hands" touching the ground for a moment, before hastily going back to standing on his back legs, wiping his front paws against his thighs.

Ew. That... Nobody saw that.

"Well. We have that hurdle out of the way."

He paused, pulling his thoughts from the way the leafy floor smelled - inviting him to roll. He wasn't going to get anything done like this... not *here.*

"This place... has too many distractions. I need to establish a base of operations..."

Could he build one? That... would probably take too much time. Though, it would be nice to have a lab to work with...

For now, he began to walk in a random direction, his paws trampling loose tracks in the damp grass underfoot.

[ladycry19]

Varshahn + wolvrtra doodles

Silas and Vrtra get engaged pretty much right after EW, but since this is all pre big body Varshahn, Silas has trouble showing him physical affection for obvious reasons. She doesn’t mind holding hands or cuddling , but more than that is a no for her.

In my wolvrtra ship, he’s also hella thirsty for her. Vrtra would want to be really affectionate and is just always rejected lol he loves her! He thinks she’s beautiful !! He wants to shower her in kisses and ravish her body but this small form keeps him from it !!

[achangeinreality]

Okay Part 4!! I’m struggling with links right now (they’re getting super messed up) so if you want to check out part 1, it’s pinned on my blog and that has the links to part 2&3. Thanks, enjoy!

Encounters Part 4

July 24, 2552

0500

Ding. Ira groaned at the sound that woke her up so early. She wasn’t normally awake until 0600 hours and always cherished any little sleep she could get. After all, Ira could be in deep sleep and still be woken up by a fly on a wall. But as she rolled over to check her datapad for whatever the cause of her early wakefulness was, she felt a surge of energy course through her as she saw: S-058. Ira opened up the encrypted message which read, Good morning. Ira looked at the message and smiled. Then she looked at the top of her screen to see urgent notifications. She opened up her emails to find an encrypted email sent to all ODST team leaders notifying an emergency meeting to be set for that day at 0700 hours. She replied back to her: Good morning! I hope you slept well. A few minutes went by as Ira went through the rest of her emails and notifications. Ding. S-058: Yes, I slept fine. How are you? Ira replied with, I am happy to wake up to a message from you.

Ira giggled a little to herself after hitting send. The day that Linda had shipped out, Ira was devastated. She had spent the day moping around and finding comfort in the bullet that she now carried on herself at all times. Though, a message from the now Gunnery Sergeant Sila Gutierrez also helped. Sila had messaged her, Hey, Happy belated birthday! Sorry for the late message, I just got back today from the jungle. We had no damn connection other than local comms. Hope you had a good birthday! Sila had done exceedingly well in her career, having continued to climb the ranks throughout the years. She was often unavailable to talk however as she was often sent on lengthy operations. But Sila always responded to messages, even if it was a few weeks late sometimes. Ira considered calling Sila to vent about her romantic mishaps but did not want to bother her. After a few minutes, Ira decided she had no one else to vent to who could understand where she was coming from and initiated a video connection with her.

”Ira! You look good! What’s up? How was your birthday?”- Sila

”Hey Sergeant [insert salute] thank you, thank you. You look alright I guess. My birthday was good. How was the jungle?- Ira

”Hey take that slander elsewhere! But yeah no it was fucking awful. I’m covered in bites on every possible inch of my body.- Sila

”Oh god that sucks, I don’t envy you. But hey uh can I talk to you about something?”- Ira

”Yeah, what is it? What’d you do this time?”- Sila

”You can’t tell a soul. It’s nothing illegal, but it is super personal,”- Ira

”As long as it’s not court marshal worthy I won’t say a word,” -Sila

”No of course it’s not. But uh, well…. Do you remember Spartan 058… you know, the Spartan that saved us on Draco III?”

”You mean the one that you hit on while you were high and then tried again the next day and failed again?” -Sila

[Through gritted teeth] “Yes that one.”- Ira

”What did you do?” -Sila

”Uh…. I ran into her and tried again.” -Ira

”Dude are you actually numb? Like do you need a brain scan? Cuz I can’t believe what just came out of your mouth. Is this like a weird humiliation kink?” Sila

”EW no! No it was different this time, hear me out. I was on Sigma Octanus IV, came back, was standing around with my team, when all of a sudden I hear my name. I turn around and she’s right there! She remembered me! So then she asks to meet with me in the mess hall at 2100 hours and obviously I said yes. So-

“Wait wait wait wait, she saw you and recognized you? But you’ve gotten so old and ugly since the last time she saw you, how is that possible?” -Sila

”Hahaha very funny, jokes on you, you’re older! Anyway, I get there and she starts talking to me, tells me her name. It’s Linda by the way. And I’m trying to keep my chill but you know me, I kept embarrassing myself. Anyway, I invite her to my birthday and she says yes. Then she called me out on my big ass pupils and I thought, well the gig is up, fuck it. So I tell her I’m attracted to her and she did not respond well. But I called her out too and said, hey your pupils have been blown this whole time, what’s up with that? Obviously that also didn’t go well either and she said this wasn’t going to go anywhere and left. SO- Ira

”Oh my god you sly sick bitch. Damn you called out a Spartan? And accused her of having the hots for you on top of that? Let me take notes, damn. Anyway, continue- Sila

”Yeah I know I’m a little unhinged but anyways, get this. She comes to the party!! She actually shows up even after all of that!- Ira

”OOOOOO she came?? Girl she’s in trouble that’s all bad. Wow I’m so proud of you! So what’s the problem then?” -Sila

”Well, it was all good and she even gave me a present that she customized for me. It was so sweet I almost started crying. So then she says she wants to talk to me in private and here I was thinking I was about to win the universal lottery. But then we go to my room and she says, “My purpose is to be a Spartan so this isn’t something I can entertain. I want to stay as friends.”- Ira

”Ohhhh come onnn. No no no no, Ira no, that’s so bad! Wait, what was the present?”- Sila

”I’m not telling you it’s personal! But regardless, she tells me that-“ Ira

”No! What was the present? You’re already telling me the whole hoot and holler, what’s one more detail?” -Sila

”Don’t tell anyone about it,”- Ira

”I already said I’m not opening my mouth about any of this,” -Sila

Ira pulled the bullet out of her pocket and shined it with the cloth that it came wrapped in. She put it up to the screen and then put it close up to the camera so that the words were legible enough for Sila, despite showing up backwards through the video. Sila said nothing while deciphering it and then gasped.

”Oh honey. Oh lord. Oh my god she likes you too,”- Sila

”Do you think so?” -Ira

”No I don’t fucking think so, I know so. That’s such a genuine thing to do. Wow go Linda! Okay so what’s the current update on this?” -Sila

”That’s it. She shipped out this morning to Reach.” -Ira

”Oh you sad sop I bet you’ve just been moping around, woe is me-ing all day huh? Well let me tell you something. It sounds like if you keep pushing it, you’re gonna be entering a whole world of pain. Even if you did enter into a relationship, you would always be her 2nd priority. She clearly values her position very highly,” -Sila

Ira said nothing for a second. Just sat in silence until she nodded in agreement slowly.

”But I know you’re stubborn and your audacity knows no bounds so let me follow up with, if you’re going to push it, I can see a sliver of success.” -Sila

”Really? How?”- Ira

”Well she obviously likes you but she’s way up in the ranks so this is super unorthodox in the UNSC. If you can find a way to stay in contact, you might be too difficult to forget. But, don’t make the first move. You’ve already done the heavy lifting of a lifetime with this. Lay low for a few days and then throw a fishing line in if you’ve only gotten comm silence.” -Sila

“I guess I don’t really have anything else to go on. Thanks Sila, I knew you’d say something helpful.” -Ira

”Yeah well don’t say I didn’t warn you if it all goes tits up. But hey I gotta go, I’m getting summoned to debriefing. I hope it all goes well, keep me posted, bye!”- Sila. Ira waved goodbye as the video chat ended.

This conversation had taken place 3 days ago. It helped Ira feel infinitely less alone knowing that someone in the universe cared to hear her woes, a luxury that many people didn’t have. The next day came and went, and Ira focused on her team. They were excellent, but their newest recruit, Richard, had some difficulty collaborating with the team. Oftentimes, any mistakes or issues that they had encountered on the battlefield originated from a lack of communication and this was something that Ira hoped to tackle. Ira had come up with an exercise: Everyone one, except one person, would be blindfolded and tied to each other with a rope that allowed 3 ft in between. The person in the front would not be blindfolded but still tied. It would be their job to scout the room for hidden, but visually findable booby traps that Ira had asked an outside personnel to rig. The traps were lightly painful but non-lethal and the goal was to make it around the room without setting off one. The person in the front then had to pass down where and how to step around to the person behind. That person would then pass it down, until it reached the end. They would all take turns being the person in the front and Ira would give them 2 tries each to get it right once. The exercise had been going well, most of her team members succeeded at least once. Only Richard had failed twice. To say that he threw a fit was to put it lightly.

”This is fucking dumb Corporal, why did I even need to participate in this? Is this some sort of hazing ritual?”, he exclaimed. “We are doing this to improve our communication skills. Over the last few skirmishes that we’ve been in, there’s been mistakes left and right. It’s my job to make sure we improve,” Ira replied sternly but evenly. Richard continued. “But why this? Why can’t we just watch our tapes back and learn that way?”

“We tried that already and it didn’t work. It’s like all my pointers went in through one ear and out the other. I have talked to you about this before, you’re our weakest link. You’re impulsive on the battlefield and disregard every other order. That shit won’t fly much longer so I’m giving you the chance to improve,” Ira stated. The rest of the team did their best to look uninterested but Ira could tell they were all intently listening. “Oh okay communication is my issue then alright. Maybe I’ll take a little lesson from you and that Spartan that you’ve been fooling around with. You two sure seem to have plenty to talk about,” Richard shot back. Absolute silence filled the room. You could have heard a pin drop and locate its exact location after that comment.

“Excuse me? I don’t think you understand your position, trooper. My personal life is of no concern to you and if I ever hear you voicing any sort of comment on it, I will personally make sure that you never drop from a pod again. Do I make myself clear?” Ira’s tone could have cut glass. Her stare was cold, unwavering, and occupied with an empty, soulless void that threatened to consume him if he spoke anything other than “yes, sir”. Richard seemed to shrink in size and looked anywhere but back at her. “Yes, sir,” he replied quietly, still looking away. “Good. And unless you show improvement on our next mission, you will not remain on this team. Dismissed,” Ira barked. Everyone shuffled out of the room uncomfortably. Rachel stayed back after everyone had left to say, ”So… we’ve all been wondering something. This is probably not the best time but I’m gonna ask anyway,” Ira glared at Rachel, knowing exactly what the question was going to be. “I’m gonna stop you right there Datz. Go, that’s an order,” she seethed. Rachel put her hands up and scuffled out. Ira sighed, knowing damn well the topic of conversation amongst her team was going to be ‘what’s up with the corporal and that Spartan?’ And the answer was, nothing. Absolutely fuckig nothing, that’s the problem. Nothing was going on between her and the Spartan. She leaned against the wall and covered her eyes. Get a grip you idiot, she thought.

Ira was walking to the showers when she heard a Ding! Looking over at her data pad, her jaw dropped to the floor upon seeing the name of the recipient: S-058. She opened the message up and read, Hello, I am hoping you are well. Ira fervently typed back, Hi! I am now. And yourself?

This had been the beginning of their back and forth messaging which had now been going on for 2 days. It was only 5-6 messages a day, but they meant the world to her. So really, being woken up a little too early to the first one of the day wasn’t too bad at all. She was mostly surprised to have received any sort of communication. But for now, she had to start her day and see what this meeting was all about.

I am happy to wake up to a message from you.- Ira

Linda felt her eyes widen a little at the message and an increasingly more familiar warmth radiate in her chest. It had been 2 days since Linda gave into the nagging thoughts and decided to reach out to Ira. She knew it wasn’t necessarily a good idea but managed to convince herself that this was how to maintain a good friendship. Kelly was the only one who knew that Linda was in communication with Ira. She had given her an approving look at the news.

”Glad to know my advice is taken seriously around these parts,” Kelly touted. Linda rolled her eyes and replied, “Yeah alright settle down. We’re just friends.” Kelly huffed loudly but said nothing else. Later that day when they were finishing up at the shooting range, Kelly had asked, “So how’s the friendship going?” Linda looked around annoyed to make sure that no one was listening to them. She answered back, “It’s going fine. Do you need an hourly update?”

”I’m just saying, I’d support a partnership. I know some of the others wouldn’t approve but since when do you care what others think?,” Kelly pressed. Linda sat down at one of the tables nearby to take her sniper apart. Taking the weapon apart to clean it was incredibly soothing for her. Focusing on that made it easier to have this conversation. “Kelly I know you mean well but you can’t be serious. There are so many reasons to not go there with her. Not to mention I’m 13 years older than her. I don’t know much about this stuff but I know that’s weird,” Linda stated. Kelly snorted at the comment and said, “First off, we’re not ancient. Secondly, I don’t think that’s an issue she’s concerned over, otherwise she probably wouldn’t be all heart eyes over you. Fuck the rules anyway you’re both adults.”

”Exactly, I’m an adult and I’m making a responsible, adult decision to keep her at an arm’s length. It’s the best decision for the both of us,” Linda continued, firmly. Her tone was even but Kelly could tell that she was tense. Regardless, she pushed back, “Well she’s an adult too and I’m sure she knows what she wants.” At that, Kelly walked out of the room, leaving Linda to continue her cleaning. Click, click, click, snap, snap, click. The pieces all fit back together perfectly and cleanly. If only her current situation was so easily assembled.

She needed to meditate and there were too many people around. So, Linda made her way to the base’s quiet room. This was where soldiers and military personnel could go to pray, soak in silence, or meditate in Linda’s case. Not every station or base that she went to had one of these but when it did, Linda was grateful for it. Linda’s home base on Reach had everything she could want and this was one of her favorites. The room was different in more ways than one. It had a skylight that allowed sunlight to gleam through and illuminate the room softly during the day and moonlight during the night. The corners of the room however, remained in shadow. This was the only room on the base that did not have any artificial lighting and it brought a certain peace to the atmosphere, unlike any she had experienced before. Linda grabbed a mat off the shelf and sat in the back right corner of the room. She sat down and closed her eyes, breathing slowly, feeling her mind lifting off.

1200 hours

Kelly finished her run. These new headphones that she had gotten amazed her, as they had managed to stay on her head the entire time. Music was a joy that Kelly had discovered years ago. It allowed her to stay focused and pushed her to move faster and faster. According to John, her choice of ‘classic rock’ was archaic and noisy but she liked noisy! Better to have catchy lyrics blended with ‘noisy’ drums and guitar sounds as opposed to screaming, explosions, and death. The sounds of war. Though the sounds of gunfire weren’t necessarily ugly to her. They were, in a weird and sad way, comforting to her. Not comforting in a conventional way but rather, in a predictable way. In other words, Kelly knew where gunfire came from and what it did. She could distinguish the type of weapon that every gunshot came from and smell their differences. This was not necessarily an exceptional ability but rather one shared between many of her siblings. And right now, there were too many new and uncertain things happening that Kelly didn’t have explanations for.

In the last 24 hours, Kelly had grown concerned about Linda. Linda, it appeared, had grown oddly attached to Corporal Ira Hagan, ODST. Kelly had done some digging into Hagan’s file and found some impressive accomplishments. Upon further investigation (light hacking), she found a concerning detail about her. The Corporal had been subject to several psych evals. Not a good thing in their line of work, or probably in any. The cause for the several evals was…. REDACTED. How interesting, she thought. What could the Corporal have done to receive so many psych evals and then the reason for them be redacted? Moreover, should she tell Linda? Maybe not yet, after all, Kelly had encouraged Linda to reach out and embrace a ‘friendship’ with Hagan. She wanted to be on their side and support whatever this was, but Kelly couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about Hagan. And here was the proof! But maybe it was a misunderstanding, maybe she was looking too much into it. And right now, she had nothing else to go on.

Kelly wandered into the mess hall, looking around for Fred-104. He was serving himself whatever horrible soup was getting served that day. Kelly always hated soup. She wandered over and sniffed it, feeling a nausea in her stomach.

“What do you want, soup hater?,” Fred inquired dryly. Kelly signed to him, need to talk. He lifted an eyebrow and looked at her, signing back, urgent? Kelly rolled her eyes and said out loud, “What do you think?” Fred sighed and asked, “I’ll eat, you talk.” They went over to the most secluded table in the mess hall that they could find. Regardless, it was full at the moment and so, it was improbable that others would hear their conversation. Kelly sat down and waited for Fred to start eating. She thought about how to phrase her question. Fred asked, “Well?” Kelly leaned back in her chair and asked, “Do you remember Margaret-053 and Otto-031?” Fred looked at her seriously but said nothing. He swallowed the next spoonful of soup and answered, “Of course, Black Team. Excellent Spartans.” Kelly’s face dropped and she looked at him in annoyment, “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” Fred sighed loudly and replied, “What’s your point? Why are you bringing that up?” Fred was of course talking about the incident when they were kids where the 2 aforementioned Spartans were found out to be entangled with one another. The rest of the Spartans did not take kindly to the news and well, essentially assaulted the pair. The fight had ended with Margaret losing an eye and retaliation on behalf of Black team which then ended in 2 more weeks of trouble for everyone.

The motivation behind the attack had been a misplaced belief that the Spartans had not been taking their training seriously. This of course came from the brainwashed idea they held at the time that any semblance of romance was a detriment to them all. That was until Kelly grew up and could see that the instilled belief had been a way to control them and further them away from their humanity. It was effective of course, for to be attached to someone else romantically was to be distracted from their missions partially. And as weapons, that just wouldn’t do. Still though, when Maria-062 retired to create a family of her own, it made Kelly stop and think. What could compel someone like her to turn away from their purpose and create her own? It seemed that love indeed was a powerful motivator, and their instructors were right to steer them clear of it. But instead of erasing Maria from her memory, Kelly felt an enormous amount of respect for her. For though the life of a Spartan was the only one Kelly could want, who was she to judge another for wanting more? She certainly had had her fair share of little crushes here and there but couldn’t ever act on those feelings. There just wasn’t ever any time for that. And people were too scared of her and the other Spartans to ever initiate conversation anyway. Kelly couldn’t blame them of course, but it got lonely at times. So when she heard Private Hagan admit to Linda that regardless of their circumstances or rank, she would have still called her pretty, Kelly was flabbergasted. Not only did this Private have the chutzpah to hit on a Spartan twice, but Linda’s lack of response had been very telling. If she truly had no interest in this woman, surely she would have reprimanded her or sent an official complaint to her new team lead. At least a write up or something. But instead, she was frazzled into silence. Linda wasn’t one to get cowed, the woman was incredibly scary. Kelly’s suspicions had only been reaffirmed when 8 years later, aka a few days ago, Linda had come to vent about a very personal meeting she had had with a certain Corporal.

“You don’t still feel that way about relationships right?,” Kelly finally responded. Fred looked even more confused now but replied, “No not entirely. I think we were immature at the time but- wait why are you asking me this stuff?”

”Humor me. Say hypothetically, this was happening now, and you found out that Otto had a lot of psych evals but the information on those were redacted, what would you do? Would you tell Margaret or dig deeper?,” Kelly inquired. Fred looked beyond annoyed at this point but rolled his eyes and answered back, “I wouldn’t get involved.” Kelly exhaled exasperatedly and said, “No you have to answer, just humor me.” Fred thought for a few seconds and replied, “Well, telling Margaret would only lead to her asking Otto about it and he can’t talk since the information is redacted so then he’d be compromised. I suppose I’d dig deeper then.” Kelly smiled at him, content with the answer. She stood up and said, “Enjoy your soup, I’m going on another run.” Fred frowned and yelled, “Wait no what’s going on?!” But it was too late. Kelly had already sped out of the room as quickly as she had come, leaving Fred to wonder, do I even wanna know?

[bendrownedbodypillow]

Worst thing abt shadowing in an emotionally charged setting is that mourners try to touch you

[thanksforthedinosaur]

august 2024

lunar vacation - sick

sydney sprague - tell me

esme emerson - fade out

brye - chasm

illuminati hotties - power

chloe lilac - supermoon

orla gartland - the hit

rainbow frog biscuits - forget about you

beeson - swimmer

allie - radio shower

alix page - girlfriend

tokyo tea room - no rush

taska black - walk away

kississippi - smaller half

soccer mommy - m

michelle - mentos and coke

kenzie - face to face

clairo - add up my love

towa bird - ew

remi wolf - frog rock

tiffany day - kansas

tiffi - hell

abby holliday - steve martin

hannah cole - massachusetts

tilly louise - restart

hippo campus - paranoid

toe - close to you

options - had my share

i love your lifestyle - fickle minds

gulfer - cursed

jack m. senff - snake

haley heynderickx - seed of a seed

hannah cottrell - ~palmtrees~

teen daze - in the rain

silas - love line(s) ii

sumin - why, why, why

hailey knox - innocence

frey - just sad

jewel owusu - b-day

thủy - hair down

newjeans - right now

maya randle - set me free

slumberjunkie - teach me how to fly

kučka - cry cry cry

baobei - how you like me now

jessica hammond - lonely

sophi - bestie

take van - if we had another day

ceci - rocket

ariia rose - retrograde

edizzy - hiding

klurax - pretend

sycco - monkey madness

annie-dog - violence'66

vi0let - blue blood

tominthechamber - rollercoastering

kelz - guitar + peaches - mkstn remix

bcee - makes me feel alive

nude - maybe

lava la rue - second hand sadness

sudley - exhale

jon santana - where did you go

charlotte plank - nightshift

ema sakura - tell me

earth to emily - she kinda looks like me - elio x billy lemos remix

blondeting - control (watch me)

snoozegod - gave it all

wenszy - 5am

kruu - caramel

fuvk - handlebars

hkfiftyone - my purgatory

janghoon - moss

ilykimchi - lol

vally.exe - the rest

gaburyu - summonsense

porter robinson - is there really no happiness?

shiori novella - sirens

hakos baelz - 818

[darkbluekies]

That's so hard omg 😭 bc, silas would be more bloody, and just. Ew. Buttt, slias in blood would look hot 🤭🤭 nvm that uh, but dr.kry would scold us or smth bc we are out of bed, and out of our room more or less, so.... Still would choose silas, bc he would be better. But it's still to bloody for my taste. Would rather see Hedwig kill someone. 🗣️

Smh.

-🐰

Hedwig, hm? I wouldn't, I tried to write where she kidnaps reader and it uh ... went so-so. She lost her mind. Like this ... so I don't even want to imagine how she'd be if you walked in on her killing someone :D

The phone was supposed to be a sharp object first and she threatened to do something different, but I thought it became too dark for hedwig so I changed it, but I don't know about this entire oneshot

[artwithoutblood]

what food does everyone like/prefer and what do they hate

erebus likes all sorts of dumplings and is not a fan of overly sweet food + most desserts

genesis actually likes a lot of his food very plain. he loves any rice dishes (damn, a shrimp fried this rice). bro is not an enchilada enjoyer.

aeron doesn't really eat, but they like sayadieh. they don't like any dishes with beef included.

dorian can barely eat much. i've detailed his favorite dessert before, but he is a canned fruit enjoyer. loves strawberries. he doesn't really like salad. ew.

silas also doesn't really eat. he likes a lot of desserts. crème brule or whatever the fuck. don't give him a vegetable. he will kill you.

and just for funsies, i'm only doing a few, and i'll add in adonis, who really loves fruit cups and pork chops :3 he will not eat any bird meat.

[nice2meetyouu]

1 - May dalawa pa akong gustong idagdag na trabaho sa current roster (luh, may roster) pero kulang na ang 24 hours in a day. Kailangan din magpabibo nang kaunti dun sa isa, tignan natin, baka ma-promote.

2 - May sinasabi sila sa office na may kamukha raw ako sa tiktok. Tapos nu'ng pinakita nila, gets ko naman bakit nila nasabi 'yon. Marami naman din akong kamukha in person. Sabi ko lang, "Ahh." At sabi nila, ang nonchalant ko raw. Akalain mo, ako pa nga ang nonchalant?

3 - Tinatamad na akong magpaliwanag in general, pero mukhang good thing naman 'yun. Pag tinatanong, "Bakit ka nandito?" (i.e., bakit nagwowork pa roon eh malaki naman daw ang sahod ng ganito-ganyan) Tinatry ko namang magbigay ng sincere at matinong sagot sa una, pero pag hindi na-gets, hinahayaan ko na. Hindi na kailangang ma-gets ng iba, okay na rin sa akin kahit mali intindi nila.

4 - Siguro, ang malaking pagbabagong nagawa ko ngayong 2024 ay mawalan ng pakialam sa opinyon ng iba in general. Hindi lahat ng feedback ay helpful. Kahit nagbibilang nanaman 'yung nanay ko ng mga kalderong hindi ko hinugasan (binabaran ko lang ng tubig) at mga araw na hindi ako naglinis ng bahay, okay na. Hindi ko na lang siya pinapansin. Pero na-realize ko, maganda rin talaga na may sariling space, kahit magastos. Ewan ko nga kung bakit mas productive ako pag wala rito, at bakit mas napapagod ako pag nasa bahay, kahit in theory less 'yung ginagawa ko rito kasi hindi ako nag-aayos araw-araw para pumasok at hindi rin ako nag-iisip ng kakainin.

5 - Naglaro lang ako buong araw. Lose streak pa. Sayang sa oras.

6 - Mas nakakatulog na ako ngayon dahil sa sobrang pagod, kaya lang kailangan ko pa rin gumising at certain times minsan. Siguro dapat makahanap ako ng mga mas flexible na work arrangement, pero mukhang kaunti ang ganu'n these days, especially sa field kung nasaan ako.

P.S. Na-remit na pala ng EW 'yung bayad sa kabilang bank. Ngayon ko pa lang na-try 'tong balance transfer. Mukhang okay naman siya, baka gawin ko ulit kapag kinailangan.

P.S. #2, parang gusto kong bumili ng kotse. Para hindi mukhang imburnal pag papasok. Pero laging sinasabi ng tatay ko, ang bago ko naman daw magiging problema ay parking pag nandoon na ako sa paroroonan. Tama naman siya. Wala nga ring parking dito. Mukhang mas may sense na bumili muna ng bahay, pero preferably walking distance lang ang bahay sa mga bilihan. Nahikayat lang ako nang slight kasi parang andami kong kilalang bumibili o nakabili ng kotse sa kabila ng sahod nilang... [insert amount]. Ang mahal din kasi mag-grab at hindi naman lagi pwedeng magmotor. Anyway, ideas lang 'to, hindi talaga siguro ako bibili at ayaw ko nang isipin pa 'yung maintenance. Good night!