#for legal reasons this is now helmet guy

[arandomspud]

Update: I did it.

If you squint hard enough there is now a Masked Man shaped blob in the corner.

It’s occurred to me that I have free will and therefore there is nothing stopping me from putting a Masked Man shaped thing in the game I’m making.

[cutieln4]

Kiss and Makeup | LN4 smau

lando norris x reader

summary: you are lando norris's makeup artist

fc: isabela merced

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caption: my face after waking up at 4 am to do ppl’s makeup

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yourbsf you’re GLOWING babe

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user1 oh wow he's so handsome

user2 OMG IM SO HAPPY

user3 YAY NEW LANDO CONTENT

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user1 he's so—HJQHSJCHJW

user2 wow😋

user3 i want to bite him

user4 I NEED HIM SO BAD

user5 anything you say sweetheart😍

user6 #needthat

user7 i'll cook and clean the dishes just one chance plsss

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yourusername it was nice doing something else! thanks for having me! @/mclaren

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yourbsf remember me when you're famous😔

user1 IM SO JEALOUS

mclaren thanks for joining us!

user2 how does one get this job

landonorris thanks for letting me look at all ur powders!

yourusername haha ofc, anytime!

user3 OMG LANDO COMMENTED

user4 lando commented what does this meannnnnnn

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user1 P1 i see the vision

user2 i love that helmet

magui_corceiro good luck!

user3 letsssgoo

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landonorris thank you! ;)

user4 🤨

user5 ?????

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yourbsf body is tea tho

yourbsf GORGEOUS

user1 face card never declines

user2 i fear you are serving

landonorris pretty

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user3 OHHHHH

user4 RIZZ?????

user5 oh to have lando norris call me pretty

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user1 WOWZA

user2 another photoshoot? please tell me y/n was his makeup artist

user3 ZOO WEE MAMA🥵

user4 lando has been feeding us lately

user5 i can't handle this anymore

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user1 IM SO JEALOUS

user2 soooo are yall dating or what?

landonorris oops?

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user1 LANDO NORRIS 2X GRAND PRIX WINNER

user2 absolute domination today

user3 congrats!!

yourusername invite me next time?

landonorris yes ma'am🫡

user4 WHAT DOES THIS MEANNNNN

user5 im sick of them

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user6 no we don't mind😊

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user1 HELP I LOVE HER

user2 my b pose is naaastyyy

user3 he's so handsome

landonorris it's not too late to delete

yourusername but what fun is that???

user4 🚢🚢🚢

user5 so so jealous

user6 is she just like his permanent makeup artist now lol?

yourusername yeah he kidnapped me

landonorris for legal reasons this is a joke😑

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user1 ok i'll buy the bag

user2 does lando come with the bag???

user3 yn is one lucky girl

user4 love how y'all just assume their dating

user3 well yes

user5 HOLY MOLY

yourusername wow whoever did his makeup must be really good

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user1 HELP WHOS CAT IS THAT

user2 who u making heart pizza with??🤨

user3 if i say what i wanna say they'll silence me

user3 they're so dating

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landonorris thx :)

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user1 where ya going?🙂

yourbsf gonna miss u when ur in singapore :(

user2 y'all so cute idec if you're dating or not

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user1 bruh

user2 hard launch on live tv goes crazy

user3 bro's just gonna ignore that EVERYONE saw that kiss

yourusername you can't keep a secret to save your life

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user4 CONFIRMATION YES

user5 WAR IS OVER

user6 I WAS HERE

user7 okay but that was so fricking cute

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landonorris i said i was sorry pls

landonorris sorry again😁😁😁

landonorris where did you get these photos

user2 nahh that's crazy

user3 okay now i'm definitely jealous

user4 this is literally a wattpad story like wdym she's his makeup artist and now they're dating???

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What about reader x yandere bat family (platonic) but reader gave up on the family super fast like damian joined the family attacked the reader with the sword reader got hurt next time damian tried it he got throwen into a wall by reader with reader saying that is it I am leaving this shit family and sure jason might be bat mans greatest failure am I (reader) bruce waynes greatest failure!!!

Ahhh! I love this, I would honestly do the same as well! Like you neglect me then don't discipline your newest addition when he attacks me??

It has been six months since you left the manor, what did they expect? Honestly you were only waiting until you turned legal age to move out. Though you wouldn't lie and say you were still clinging onto the hope that they'll love you.

You've left your angst behind, what good is hating someone who doesn't remember you exist? You've made peace with it, you know you're loved by friends and the people who truly matter.

Saying that, it is befuddling when you hear a knock on the door at two in the morning and it's Red Hood there with take-out from Batburger. You aren't surprised or concerned they found your address, they're world's greatest detectives for a reason after all. If anything you're confused as to why one of them pays a visit.

Red Hood had taken your silence upon opening the door as a welcome and limps slightly into your apartment and collapses on the worn down couch. All while you stand at the open door, flabbergasted. Whether it's at the nerve of him to invite himself in or at the fact he's hear, injured, in costume and has take-away like it's an average night you can't decide.

You settle with both.

You hear him grunt and you quickly close the door and walk over to him, eyes narrowed. He looks at you, judgmentally. His helmet thrown into a corner of the room and a burger in his hands. Some of the sauce drips onto the couch and he swipes it up with his hand.

"You look like shit." Is all he says and you have to refrain yourself from punching him. If anything he looks like shit! You just woke up!

"What are you doing here." You ask, you weren't going to get into a petty argument over a comment from a stranger you once knew.

"Takin' ya back to the manor, duh." He says as if it was obvious and he takes another bite of his burger. You blank, what does he mean by that? Is he serious? Does he actually believe you want to go? Maybe he has amnesia and thought you two got along and you didn't blow up at the family and slap Tim? Either way you can't let him continue thinking like that.

"No. The fuck is wrong with you? Why would I go to a stranger's place?" The last part causes Jason to snap his head to you, his eyes narrowing.

"Strangers? We're you're family." You scoff at that, how much head trauma does he have? "Absolutely not. Do you not remember the whole blow up I had a couple months ago?"

"Mistakes happen."

... What? Mistakes happen? It wasn't a mistake! It doesn't matter how he meant it. Neglecting someone for most of their life isn't a mistake. That person then blowing up and leaving because they were mistreated isn't a mistake.

"Excuse me? Mistakes happen? Fucking get out of my apartment!" Okay, you lied earlier, you're still in your teenage angst phase - though it's definitely justified.

Jason sighs as if he's talking to a toddler who wanted a toy they couldn't have.

"Don't be so emotional. Your blow up earned our respect and we want you back. We let you play pretend for a couple months and now you need to get out of fantasy land and return home to your family."

Your jaw drops, what else could it do? You just heard the most insane thing come out of a stoic man's mouth. He was completely serious. Delusional. Utterly delusional.

"You prick! I don't think you understand. You guys fucked up and I don't want anything to do with your family- hey! Listen to me you zombie!" Jason was back to eating his burger, ignoring you. He throws a wrapped burger at you and you fumble with it.

You bite the inside of your cheek, he's more of a child then anyone you know! You throw the burger back down onto the table and glare at Jason.

"You don't get it. Of course you don't. Batman failed you, someone who you had a "co-workers" type relationship. You are Batman's biggest failure. But Bruce, he failed me. I am his biggest failure. I was forgotten about, looked down upon, left out, I suffered. And you know what's amazing? You were able to get revenge and end up loved but me, I couldn't get revenge, I'm not a villain of any kind! You say you and the family respect me so act like it and leave me be. I want nothing to do with any of you guys. Get out of my apartment and never return-"

Before you could finish Jason stands up and heads to the bathroom and takes a medkit out. You narrow your eyes, your fists clenched into balls and frustrated tears start to build in your eyes.

"Heard ya loud and clear so don't throw a tantrum! Just found it dumb how you think that." He states as he walks back to the couch and opens the medkit. "Now, care to tend to your older brother's wounds?"

You want to scream, cry, curse and stab this man in the face a million times. Instead you walk over and grab out disinfectant, you hate that you're doing this but you won't let him get an infection from his wounds.

You start to tend to his wounds and he speaks up again. "I get it. I do. We fucked up and it affected your childhood, we all had it rough and you didn't deserve that. But, give us a chance, you're a Wayne by blood, you won't be able to stay away from Gotham so why not live nicely in the manor? You could finally have what you wanted, you could finally have a family."

"Three big brothers, two younger brothers, an older sister, a dad! Don't you want to be loved by us? Don't you want our protection? We went through your diaries, we read every word. How you wished you could go to one of our rooms when you have a nightmare, how you wish for movie nights, how you want to be able to call us your family. Let us show you we had a change of heart, that we do want that with you now - that we always did but couldn't see it. Let us be your closest group-"

You slap him. What else was there to do? Tears pour down your cheeks.

"I thought I told Alfred to get rid of them..." You mutter. You never planned for them to read your diaries, to know your wants.

You hear Jason sigh before the sound of him pressing a button on his communicator, it's the last thing before your vision fades to black. He wishes he didn't have to resort to using the sticky device he stuck to your shirt when he threw the burger but it was clear you weren't listening.

Waking up with a pounding headache and no memories of last night is usually something that happens when people get wasted but you don't drink - you're underaged.

You groan as you open your eyes and take in your surroundings. It's a fancy bedroom - too fancy, too big. There's a picture hung up of the Wayne family with a picture of you taped to it to make it seem like you were in the picture.

You immediately panic and sit up, the bed is too big, the lights are too bright, the whole room is too much. You stand up and make your way to the door and put your ear against it for noise. You hear footsteps approaching and run back to bed and pretend to still be asleep.

The door opens and you hear a deep chuckle - Bruce's chuckle. He stalks over to the bed and gently runs a hand through your hair.

"Honey, I know you're awake. Don't be afraid, Dad's here now..." He coos. You open your eyes and move away from him, he frowns and sighs slightly. "I'm sorry, I know we should have gotten you back home sooner you just looked like you were having so much fun..."

He was acting like you living on your own was just a play-pretend? That you genuinely did it for fun? What is his problem?!

"Let me go! I swear to god Bruce, if you don't let me go I'll claw your eyes out!" You yell, Bruce tuts and shakes his head. "It's Dad to you. Now stop throwing a tantrum and come along, brunch is ready - you slept through breakfast."

With that he pulls you up from the bed and gently rests his hand between your shoulder blades and leads you downstairs to the dining room where everyone is; The head of the table reserved from Bruce, on the left it goes Dick, Tim, Cass and on the right it goes Jason, Duke, Damian, other end of the table.

You're led by Bruce and sit at the end of the table next to Damian who doesn't look at you and Cass who stares at you intently.

The stares from the others makes you want to vomit. Dick looks at you with pure adoration like he's looking at a defenseless puppy, Jason looks at you like how you'd look at a cute video of an animal, Tim looks at you calculatingly and Duke looks at you with a faint smile, his eyes a mix of emotions you don't want to decipher.

When Damian finally looks up it isn't with an irritated look, it's one of protectiveness, possessiveness and something akin to anger and guilt mixed together.

Clearly you've somehow imbedded yourself into their hearts, or atleast a version of you they created in their heads imbedded itself into their hearts and they weren't going to let you go any time soon.

[emilyscargopants]

Home Run- Emily Prentiss x Fem!BAU!Reader fanfic

Warnings: smut, mentions of mommy kink and alcohol, (legal) age gap

Background:

You had been with the BAU for two years and had been immensely attracted to your boss and BAU Unit Chief Emily Prentiss since the day you joined. At times it definitely distracted you, but for the most part you were able to push your crush aside when it came to your job. You had joined the FBI softball team with Derek (who was your best friend on the team), and the rest of the team came out to watch the two of you play. (Emily is chief but for the sake of story Derek is still on the team :).)

first fanfic in a while so hope it’s decent

also i dont play softball so forgive the inaccuracies

“You ready, track star? You’re up to bat after this inning,” He asked you tauntingly, a grin on his face.

You laughed, “Shut up, Morgan. You should’ve stuck to football, do me a favor and have a beer ready for me after I hit a hit home run.”

He scoffed, “Yeah, right.”

Soon enough, there you stood on the plate. You had been playing ball since you were old enough to join a team, it had become like second nature to you. The batting cages were how you usually let off steam after a tough case.

You took a deep breath as you brought the bat up, steadying your stance as you and the pitcher stared at each other. Most of the other team was guys, and you could tell they didn’t expect much from you. You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you waited for the pitch.

It happened within an instant, the ball came flying towards you and without even having to think you cracked your bat against it. There was a soaring sound as it flew over the field and out of bounds.

You tore the helmet off your head as claps and cheers erupted from the crowd. You look at Derek, a shit-eating grin on your face as you simply shrugged and began your jog around the bases. He shook his head, laughing at you as he prepared to grab you a beer.

From the crowd, your team cheered the whole time you ran. Penelope was the loudest, of course, as she had brought plenty of noisemakers and kazoos. You nodded an acknowledgment at them as you were going past the stands, looking mostly at Emily, who gave you a small wave.

You were slightly stunned to see her wearing a t-shirt with your number on it. Granted, Penelope and JJ also had your number while Spencer and Rossi sported Derek’s. It still made your cheeks heat up a little.

You got back to box, Derek greeting you with a fist bump and a grin as he handed you a beer. “Thanks, asshole,” you said.

“Hey now, I won’t doubt you again,” he joked as you both took your seats. You couldn’t help but look back at Emily to see her staring at you as well. You blushed a little again and turned back around quickly before Derek could see you. He would never let you hear the end of it if he knew you had a crush on your boss.

You had hid it pretty well from everyone, after all they were profilers so you knew you had to really push your feelings down if you didn’t want them finding out. You knew you could never act on any of those feelings, but you reasoned that everyone had fantasies that would never happen. Perhaps you hadn’t hid it so well from her though?

You sipped on your beer but you could feel her eyes on you still. You tried to push the thought out of your mind, her eyes watching you.

It didn’t take long for your team to strike out, and you were back on the outfield and you couldn’t help but see her watching you. You could’ve sworn you saw her wink. You looked around you and then met her eyes again, obvious confusion on your face. She hid her laugh, standing up and walking off to what you could only presume was the bathroom or something.

You were so distracted you missed the ball that landed practically right next to you, Derek running up beside you and picking it up. “What the hell, Y/L/N? I shouldn’t have given your ass that beer, lightweight,” he laughed at you as he ran off with the ball.

Before you knew it the game was over, you had hit two more home runs both times you were up to bat, something you were definitely hanging over Derek’s head. The sun was starting to set as both teams filed out of the field and met up with their respected loved ones.

The team was chattering various congratulations on winning and you all agreed to go to a nearby restaurant to eat. You noticed Emily was staring at you, like blatantly staring at you as if she wanted you to notice.

You were about to ask Derek for a ride to the restaurant when Emily suddenly asked you, “Need a ride?”

You were a little stunned but didn’t let it show, “Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind? I was gonna ask Morgan but—”

“I don’t mind,” she interrupted you, her gorgeous smile erupting on her features. The team went their separate ways and you followed Emily to her car.

After you were inside Emily spoke first, “How long have you been playing?” she asked as you reached for the seatbelt.

“Ah, since I was young, 7 or 8 probably,” you replied nonchalantly, keeping your eyes forward as she started the car up.

“That’s impressive, you play well. I’ll have to come to more of these softball games,” she says, a smile etching her mouth as she spoke. You felt your stomach flutter slightly.

“Thanks, chief. Appreciate it,” you kept your sentences short for fear you would stumble over your words. She could sense you were nervous.

“You never call me Emily,” she noted, glancing at you momentarily.

“Ma’am?” you replied, a little confused.

“Just something I’ve noticed. You always call me Prentiss, or chief, or boss, but never Emily.”

“I guess… I’ve just always seen you as my boss. Everyone else worked with you before you were Unit Chief, but you were chief when I joined so I guess it’s hard for me to separate you from that,” you lied, knowing you couldn’t call her Emily because of the sound of her name on your tongue only made the butterflies in your stomach worse.

“I see,” she hummed. “So it has nothing to do with your little crush?” She looked over at you again.

It was hard to control your facial expression, your eyes widening just slightly before you answered, clearing your throat as you did, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”

You looked over at her, and couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on the way her jeans hugged her thighs, the smile that tugged the corners of her mouth and sparkled in her eyes.

“You know I can see you, you’re going to deny it while actively checking me out?” she teased you. You stammered, unable to find your words. You knew you had been caught.

“It’s cute, really. At first I thought you just had authority issues and you were intimidated by me so you avoided me, but I figured out pretty quickly that wasn’t the case,” her hand reached over to squeeze your thigh. Your eyes focused on her fingers wrapped around your leg, trying to ignore the feelings and thoughts it was arousing. You closed them quickly.

“It’s flattering,” she continued, her voice getting lower, “and I won’t lie I’ve thought about it more than once. But something about seeing you today, out there rolling around in the dirt, kicking all those guys asses every time you went up to bat—” You had to stop her, opening your eyes which made you realize that she had parked.

“Chief, this is— it’s very inappropriate and uh,” you stammered but she just laughed, leaning into you so close you could smell her perfume.

“What’s inappropriate is having feelings for your boss, who is almost 2 decades older than you,” her eyes were narrow, studying you. You couldn’t control your expression at this point and you could only imagine the horror that manifested on your face. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, rubbing your thighs together, which she definitely took note of.

“Relax, Y/N,” she cooed at you, giving your thigh another reassuring squeeze.

“So what, you’ve known the whole time?” you ask, unable to meet her eyes.

“Well I didn’t know for sure, it was more intuition,” she smiled. You glanced down, admiring her full lips. “But it didn’t affect your work, and you never acted on it so I just let it be. Is that what you’d like me to do?”

“No,” you hadn’t been so quick to speak since you had gotten in her car. “No, that’s not what I want.” You looked at her eyes finally, they were still narrow but darker than before.

“So what do you want?” she husks, biting her lip which was something that drove you crazy. You instinctually averted your gaze because you had gotten so used to doing so at work whenever she would do that to prevent any feelings arising.

“Nuh uh, don’t look away now,” she said, hooking a finger under your chin to pull your face to meet hers again.

“You, Emily. I want you,” your heartbeat was thumping in your ears loudly, your stomach felt like it was trying to expel itself, and there was a similar throbbing you were beginning to feel in your pants.

“Get in the back. Lay down,” she commanded you. Your limbs seemed to move themselves as you climbed into the backseat, lying flat at your back with your feet planted firmly on the seat. You heard a slight shuffle from the front of the car but you couldn’t focus on anything but trying to calm your nerves. You wondered if this was truly happening or if you were just having some sort of in depth dream.

Suddenly Emily appeared above you, straddling your hips sans pants, as she pressed a few sensual kisses to your lips. A soft moan escaped your parted lips, your hands gripped her hips firmly following her movement as she rolled them, grinding into your midriff.

She pryed her lips from yours, her hand turning your head by grabbing your jaw to whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna sit on your face and ride it till you make me cum. Is that okay with you, sweet girl?” You whimpered at her words, nodding.

“I need verbal consent,” she said, her tongue swiping along your jawline.

“Emily, please,” you begged her. “Please ride my face.” Her hips shifted, leaving a small slick spot on your exposed abdomen before she was hovering above your mouth. You wasted no time, wrapping your arms around the back of her legs and pulling her into your mouth.

You moaned into her cunt as your tongue made contact with it, tasting her for the first time. One of her hands gripped the armrest on the door, the other resting affectionately in your hair.

She gasped softly as your tongue explored her wetness, becoming more confident as her moans encouraged you. You gripped the flesh of her thighs and ass, drawing another groan from her while her hips began to roll lazily in a slow rhythm.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good,” her head was tilted back, back arched ever so slightly as her hips began to move with more purpose. You were taking mental snapshots of every noise and movement she made, studying which strokes of your tongue elicited more reaction.

Your fingers tugged gently on the hem of her shirt as you mumbled, “Off? Please.” A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she groaned from the vibration of your voice. Her eyes met yours and you stared up at her innocently, pushing your tongue further into her wetness.

“You’ve been such a good girl, you want to see more of mommy?” she smirked above you, knowing the effect her words had on you as you squirmed underneath her. Her voice was low, almost sinister, as she spoke.

“Emily, please,” you groaned, your mind clouded by arousal. She pulled the shirt over her head, and you couldn’t help but notice your last name lettered across the back. It only turned you on more.

Your eyes dragged over Emily’s toned body, her full breasts swaying as she ground her sex into your mouth. You ran your fingers up her torso, admiring her figure as you zeroed in on her clit with your tongue.

Her fingers tangled in her hair as her moans increased in pace and volume. “Fuck, don’t stop,” she groaned, closing her eyes and tipping her head back. You felt her thighs contracting against the side of your face, gripping you slightly.

She pulled her cunt from your lips rather quickly, snaking her body down yours and straddling your hips again. You sat up, extending your legs as she pulled you in for a deep kiss. As she pulled away, she swiped her finger along your chin collecting her juices and gently pushed it between your lips.

“Suck,” she demanded, her tone firm and authoritative while her eyes followed yours. You closed your lips around her finger, eyes fluttering closed as you tasted her again. You swirled your tongue lightly across the digit, giving Emily a show as you slowly released it from your mouth.

You opened your eyes to find Emily’s gorgeous smile, her eyes admiring you affectionately. She kissed you softly once more, her hands cupping your face while her thumb gently stroked your cheek. “Good girl. Jump back up front and pass me my clothes. After dinner, I’ll take you back to my place and take care of you, sound okay?” She said, brushing her fingers through your hair.

“Yeah,” you whispered softly, entranced by the way she seemed to look at you. You did as she had asked you and after a few moments she had joined you in the front seat again. You sat quietly, your face red with embarrassment.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” she said, turning your head to face her. Her hand dropped down, squeezing you thigh in reassurance. “What’s on your mind?”

You cleared your throat, “Um, how did you know that— um.” Your words seemed to fail you as you stammered, trying to find the least embarrassing way to address what you were wondering.

She grinned, she really seemed to enjoy making you squirm. “What? Mommy?” She raised her eyebrow at you knowingly, as if she didn’t even have to ask.

Your breath caught in your throat as you quickly said, “Yeah— uh, yeah, that.” You shook your head as if trying to remove the word from your thoughts.

“Doesn’t take a profiler to realize you have mommy issues, pretty girl. Plus you had to excuse yourself from that interview I did that one time, so that told me everything I needed—” She said playfully, never taking her hand off your thigh.

You nodded in embarrassment, laughing slightly as you interrupted her, “Okay, I get it.” You rested your hand on top of hers.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” she smiled at you, leaning into your ear. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you feel so good later.” You whimpered softly, biting your lip to muffle the sound that escaped your lips.

“Now, we’ll tell the team we went to the wrong restaurant when we get there. Give me a kiss.” You pressed a soft, short kiss to her lips as you felt her signature smile tugging her lips again. “Such a good girl,” she whispered.

[owlwithanapple]

Bird & Fox

Chapter 8

Fox VS Robin

It had been three days since the incident at drive-in theater and the sudden appearance of Red Hood. After the last carjacking by the bomber, you were very thankful Red Hood arrived in time to save you from that guy.

Red Hood was known as a violent punisher in the city. But he first met you, he treated you so gently and considerately. To be honest, you were overwhelmed by him at the time and didn't know how to react.

You gently pressed your fingers on your lips. That time, there was no direct lip contact between the two of you. Thinking back to the kiss between the two of you through a helmet, he used rough words in his words but all he said were gentle words of love.

You scratched your head, leaned back on the chair, and sighed at the ceiling. You had never experienced these things before, it was so awkward and complicated. Even though you were good at flirting with others, you appeared as a hound, but you were just an ordinary person at that time.

You saw the car keys on the desk, which belonged to Jason. You hadn't seen him since the incident at the drive-in theater. You sent him a message, and the reply you received was he had work to do and temporarily leaving Gotham City.

You wanted to tell him about Red Hood, but he busy at work and you were embarrassed to say it, you didn't want to disturb his work time. You had no choice try to find other things to distract your thoughts.

You looked at Kirin who was sleeping soundly on the bed. It was difficult to ask for comfort from him. You got up left the room and saw the locked room on the opposite side. You knew that the room was full of weapons and equipment.

Night is your moment of freedom. After you put on your equipment, you leave home and travel to various places on the street or even in the air. You stop on top of a building and look down at the beautiful scenery of the city. The dangerous place, the more fascinating it is.

You rub your hands together to warm yourself up. The cold night make your body feel cold. The device on your wrist adjusts the body temperature automatically according the weather. Thanks to these devices, you can always stay in the best condition.

When you swing to a place to rest, you hear the rumbling sound of a motorcycle. You follow the direction see that is little Robin riding a motorcycle. He looks like a minor. Is it legal for him to ride a motorcycle so swaggeringly? Forget it, it has nothing to do with you.

You turn around prepare to leave, but for some reason, you are shrouded in an inexplicable ominous atmosphere. You stop and stand there motionless. What happened to make you so uncomfortable?

The image of little Robin riding a motorcycle appeared in your mind. You immediately turned around and saw that he was already running in one direction. Today he was acting alone, not with Batman. The boy finally acted like an adult.

You scratched your hair, kept turning in circles, and kept muttering to yourself. You couldn't get rid of the uneasiness in your mind. You looked at the direction where little Robin went, you still worried about him. You shot out a rope and moved in the direction of the motorcycle.

When you arrived, you saw him fighting a group of criminals. He was agile, his movements were smooth and neat, and beautiful. Fortunately, you didn't underestimate him. If he was serious, he might be even stronger than he is now.

When Little Robin's attention was focused on the enemy in front of him, someone behind him took the iron rod try to attack him. In fact, you really wanted to see him become stronger, but you still intervened. You shot a rope and pulled the iron rod into your hand.

You landed on the ground, playing with the iron rod with both hands, standing in front of them unscrupulously, with the left hand holding the rod on your shoulder, the right hand on your waist, and your feet kept at the same width as your shoulders.

The group of criminals looked confused. You heard their whispers and planning something, then they surrounded you and Little Robin. You and Little Robin leaned against each other, it seemed they wanted to get rid of both of you completely.

An arm poked your back hard. You turned and saw it was little Robin's arm. He seemed to be complaining something. You ignored it because you knew he would get angry, but he said, "Why are you here? You are interfering in my business."

You laughed out loud. Although little Robin's words were always rude, like a rebellious child, you didn't hate him. You wanted to play with him. After laughing, you raised the stick and pointed at the criminals in front of you, "I'm definitely not here to help you. You think too much."

One of the criminals took out a dagger rushed towards you. You blocked the dagger with iron rod, turned around and hit his hand, then hit the dagger in his hand to the ground with a blow. You kicked him in the face with a roundhouse kick. You picked up the dagger pointed at them, "No need to take turns. Come over at once. I will be your opponent."

Someone was about to hit you in the back of the head. You turned around subconsciously but little Robin blocked you. He kicked the criminal in the face, but the force not strong enough to make the criminal fall to the ground. Seeing this, little Robin kicked the criminal's ankle with a sliding tackle, successfully knocking him to the ground. He leaned on your back, "Leave it to me."

You reached and touched his head. You were very happy because you have always fought alone. Ninjas always die alone. This time is different. Although you are still fighting alone, you have little Robin to rely on. Although he is not strong enough to make a fatal blow, he is one of the best comrades. "I am counting on you, little Robin."

You handed the dagger you just snatched to little Robin, in case of any crisis, at least it would help him. Although the criminals did not make you feel pressured, you must not ignore the sense of crisis. The crisis that suddenly emerged is difficult to resolve, you must have the awareness of cutting off the criminals' retreat.

You knocked your palm with the iron rod and rushed towards the three criminals in front of you. They immediately turned around and ran back. You threw the iron rod forward with all your strength and hit one of them. The other two took out grenades from their pockets and threw them at you. You drew your knife from and chopped them, then the grenade exploded.

Little Robin heard two explosions, turned around with a panicked expression to look in the direction of the black smoke. He did not see you, only a cloud of black smoke and the laughter of the other two criminals, as well as unbearable words. He clenched the dagger and burned a strong hatred.

"Just two grenades?" Your voice came from a cloud of black smoke. Little Robin finally saw your figure coming out from inside. The defense system of the equipment reduced the damage. At least 7 grenades would explode on you, and that level of power would cause you internal injuries.

You stood there, playing with the knife in your right hand. Once you encounter a crisis, you put an indifferent attitude to face it. Doing so can make the criminals completely angry with you. As long as their breathing is disordered, their hearts not be able to calm down. Then it will be the best time.

"You monster!" One of the criminals took out a dagger rushed towards you like crazy. You moved your right foot back to attack him. Suddenly, little Robin jumped above you, put his hand on your shoulder, and kicked the criminal in the face, as if he was performing the skill of a hero saving a beauty.

You thought his strength was not enough, but you were wrong. For some reason, his strength suddenly became stronger. The criminal who was hit took a few steps back, his heels were unstable, head was shaking as he was dizzy, and his nose was bleeding from being kicked. He knelt on the ground, little Robin stepped on his hand, "You lose, trash."

The last criminal saw the situation was not good try to escape. He turned around and saw you behind him. When he was not paying attention, you went around him. You held the knife against his neck with your backhand. At such a short distance, you only need to cut his throat with the knife to kill him. The criminal's expression was so scared that his body was shaking as he was about to pee his pants. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

Although he can't see your face through the mask, not being able to see the face is the scariest thing. If someone slashes you with a knife, you won't know what expression he used to kill you, whether he was expressionless or excited. You also don't know what expression the dead ninja had.

The criminal was so scared, he sat on the ground, covering his face with hands crossed. You took back the knife and squatted in front of him. You heard him begging for mercy. You shook head to show you were speechless. You knew it was a mistake, so why did he continue the mistake? "Sorry, you should get some sleep first." After that, you strangled his neck until he fainted.

"Hey." Hearing little Robin's voice, he threw handcuffs at you. You handcuffed the criminal's wrists, and ensure couldn't remove them, you stood up. You saw several criminals lying on the ground. It was considered a complete capture, so you could leave without worry. Suddenly, a dagger flew from behind, and you kicked the dagger away with a roundhouse kick.

You saw little Robin put his hand down, which made you more certain he was the one who threw the dagger. You wanted to draw the knife but thought for a while l decided not to do it. You didn't know why he did this and what his purpose was. You held your hands at your waist and tilted your head. "Such a bad boy, you threw such a dangerous thing."

He ignored you and turned to the side, his mouth moving as he was saying something. You walked towards him step by step, curious about what he saying, but with every step you took, he took a step back, he was avoiding you. You couldn't stand it anymore grabbed his shoulders to make him face you. "Hey! Little Robin! What the hell you doing?!"

He shook your hand off and gave you another flying kick. You did a backflip to avoid his attack in time. You felt puzzled. Why was he so resistant to you? You guessed maybe you were his enemy so he was disgusted with you. It was indeed a reasonable judgment because you were not a hero under Batman.

You can't play with him tonight, let him have fun on his own. You want to leave here and wander somewhere else. Before leaving, you make sure there is no one around and the criminal is unconscious before you leave with peace of mind. Suddenly, someone pulls you from behind. You hear the voice of little Robin, "Are you hurt?"

You turn around face him. His face looks to the side. Although he has an impatient and indifferent expression, he still cares about people. You can't see his eyes, you can feel his gentleness and thoughtfulness in your heart, but you still want to tease him, "Hey, are you caring about me?"

He shook off your hand in embarrassment and ignored you. You watched him walk away. Under the light of the street lamp, you could see his ears were red. Such a cute, a proud and good boy. You thought he was petite and thin from a distance before, just now when he stood behind you, you could feel he was just a little shorter than you.

The streets were deserted, the night was quiet, the wind was cold, the night was gray, and the streets were lit by street lamps. You walked slowly on the street while humming a song, enjoying every night like this. You liked the night very much. There were not many people around, so you could play as much as you wanted. A motorcycle rushed out of the alley and stopped in front of you, blocking your way. You saw that it was the little Robin just now.

He didn't get off the motorcycle. You tilted your head, curious about what he did. He looked like had something to say but didn't dare to. You sighed walked towards him, because you really didn't like the feeling being dragged and silent. You jumped on his motorcycle and sat on back seat. "Little Robin, give me a ride."

In an awkward situation, he used his arms try to get you off. You hugged his waist with both hands and shamelessly leaned your face on his back. To deal with such a proud and temperamental person, you must bravely take the first step scare him half to death. "Damn it! Let me go!"

Hearing his words of resistance, the more you are motivated to win, you hugged tighter and pressed closer to his back, showing a willpower cling to him. In fact, you wanted to let go him because didn't want to anger him, you just wanted to chat with him, but he held your hand tightly around his waist, "Hold on tight, I won't care if you fall down."

A sudden surprise, today is a good day, he didn't kick you off, he would have scolded you before, it's unbelievable he would let you do whatever you want, is he sick, but being sick doesn't mean his attitude will change, you lean on his back and raise your right hand to the sky "Okay! Go! Little Robin."

You with his through Gotham City at night, look at the sky, you know the earth is round and it rotates every second, little Robin ride with the fastest speed, you enjoy the moment, you and him didn't quarrel, you just sit behind him enjoy the stars and the moon.

You look at his back, he has a body similar to yours, with broad shoulders, black hair blowing in the wind, you are curious the color of his eyes, you lean on his back and close your eyes, quietly listening to the rumbling sound of the motorcycle.

He felt you lying on his back, he turned slightly to glance at you, he was speechless to see you calm down, he was hard to handle your playful personality and fickle attitude, he didn't resist physical contact with you, you thought should be possible to become friends smoothly.

You opened your eyes looked ahead, the moving road, the moving motorcycle, Jason's face appeared in your mind, you don't know where he works, you loosened your hand that was holding little Robin's waist, he noticed something strange and stopped at the side of the road.

You raised your head look at his back, he turned to look at your face, you let go of your hand but he pulled you, you were startled what he suddenly wanted to do, did he want to arrest you, if that was the case, you couldn't show mercy, just knock him out and throw him into the bushes.

"What are you thinking about?" he suddenly asked.

You looked up at the sky, thinking about what to say. It felt awkward and strange to say that you missed your friends. If mentioned someone else, he might take the opportunity to investigate your identity, so you thought of a strange question, "I wonder what color your eyes are."

His shoulders raised slightly, and he turned his head to look at you. You couldn't see his eyes and didn't know what his expression was, but you knew he just staring at you, and your intuition told you he would definitely complain to you many times.

"You, who cover your entire face, have no reason to know." He coldly rejected. You knew he would not give a simple answer to your question. Since you want to know the answer, you must make an exchange. Both of you are people who hide identities. He has his reasons, and you have your ideas.

While he was relaxed, you quickly withdrew your hand and jumped off the motorcycle, wanting to slip away, but he didn't mean to catch up. You were confused. You still wanted to play chase with him. He looked like he was dissatisfied with a hundred thousand kinds of things. It seemed that you two were just temporary friends tonight.

You passed by him without saying anything, nor did you say goodbye to him. You thought since you two were only temporary friends today, you wouldn't stay for long. It would be better for you just leave without disturbing each other. Just treat as passing by tonight.

"Stop!" He suddenly shouted from behind you.

You stopped walking, his tone was like an order to you, you felt very annoyed, you didn't turn around but just stood there quietly waiting for him, just wanting to hear what he would say next, if you heard words that would hurt your ears, you would definitely bully him, until he cries and back to Batman for a hug.

From the reflection on the road, you can see he is standing behind you, because his shadow covers your shadow, a little shorter than your height, there is only two of you in a place where no one is around, you don't know what he is going to do, he starts to reach out to you, you turn around and hold his hand, he steps on your foot to prevent you from leaving.

"You want to attack me, little Robin."

He smiled, showing a proud expression, "If I don't play some tricks on you, I will be bitten back at any time."

"So you let me go and let me tease you, just to make me relax?"

He stepped on your foot harder. "Why do you think so?"

You tilted your head smiled under the mask. He was more scheming than you thought. You said in a very sweet tone, "I thought you liked being hugged by me."

But this guy is not good at hiding his emotions. You can see his ears are red when you get close. Guess you succeeded in teasing him, but he was just shy didn't tell you clearly. The beauty trap seems to have worked on him.

You came up with a crooked idea, you used shoulder to hit him, making him take his feet back, as his feet left you, you pulled his collar threw him to the ground, the moment he tried to get up, you sat on him directly, holding his struggling hands tightly with both hands.

"Fuck you! What the hell you doing! Let me go!" He roared at you.

"I'm just teaching you a lesson, if you are not satisfied, hit me~"

"Do you think I can't handle you?" He said confidently.

You twisted your waist said in a sexy and moving voice, "You don't even have the intention to resist, do you enjoy me riding on you, little Robin~"

He shook your hand off with all his strength and broke free from your clutches. In just a few seconds, you were pinned to the ground by him. He held both hands above your head with one hand. Now he was controlling you. He took a breath and smiled wickedly, to tell you that he had won.

"Now it's my turn, little fox." He said it confidently.

You didn't expect there would be a day you would be pinned to the ground by someone. This guy was smarter than you thought. He used the same trick to defeat you. You lost convincingly and considered a defeat to him, unfortunately you can't keep fighting with him.

"What do you want to do to me, little Robin."

"I want to strip you naked. Before that, answer my questions first."

"It depends on your questions and attitude."

"Whose side are you on?"

This question is not right or wrong for you. "I only think and choose from my own perspective."

"What is your position now?"

"I want little Robin to possess all of me."

Your words surprised him greatly, he fell into a state of confusion and bewilderment. This was also one of your goals, to play him around. In the middle of his serious conversation, suddenly forced such tempting lines, and it would not be bad for you to completely control him.

"Really? That's great, I also want to possess all of you, little fox."

His reply means that your plan did not succeed, which is also within your expectations, because you know very well he is weak but terrifyingly strong. If succeeds, it means that little Robin is just a small fry.

However, if you continue to fight, your identity will be exposed. You need to think of a countermeasure to get rid of him. You remembered he was sitting on you. You bent your legs and pushed his back with your knees. He turned his head to look, and you took this opportunity to get ruthless and shook off his hand grabbed his collar.

You just shook head, loosened his collar and pushed him away. He stood up kept his distance from you. You stood there scratching your head. You played with him for a long time today. It felt good. He was smarter than before. Wonder he will bite you back next time when meet.

You brushed off the dust, "I had a lot of fun tonight. Let's play together next time if we are lucky."

"Hey." He walked towards you reached out to touch your fox mask. At such a close distance, he had a chance to take off the mask. You wanted to step back but he didn't take it off. A confident and slightly smug smile appeared on his face.

"Listen to me, it won't be that easy next time. I will definitely hold you tightly. I want to see you begging for mercy then."

"I'm looking forward to it, little Robin."

He let go of your face, you turned around walked away from him. He stood in the distance looked at you until disappeared in the shadows. He left there. You hid in the alley and breathed a sigh of relief. You were wondering you had gone too far. Last time it was Red Hood who flirted with you, now it was you who flirted with little Robin.

You were troubled and kept scratching your head. What should you do if you can't get rid of him next time? To be honest, these tricks are just for you to control people. You didn't expect that one day you would be flirted with and used against "Oh my God~"

You squatted on the ground and sighed "I miss Jason and Red Hood so much."

Chapter 8 End.

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[apr1lias]

Wait what was that about Pecco? Finding out about the whole jm bullshit now. What happened with Pecco?

Hi anon!

I think it’s pretty obvious that there’s a lot of people on here that don’t like Pecco (me being one of them) and at first for me it was cause I thought he was massively overhyped and something was off, but there are bigger reasons.

The first one is that he’s made some kind of borderline but misogynistic comments in the past, the main one I can recall was comparing his bike to a girl on her period because it was being temperamental. I believe there were other kinds of comments like this made by him and Jack Miller but this was when I was very new to the sport so I can’t properly remember back to 2020.

He was also charged with drink driving back in 2022 during the summer break. He was 3x over the legal limit and he basically excused it by saying he was celebrating his win from Assen. The apology he posted was absolutely terrible, a complete non-apology tbh, and the way that Ducati dealt with it was by not allowing the media to ask questions, and his ex-teammate (Miller again) would berate journalists before they even got a chance to ask.

There was also the Dennis Rodman helmet saga. Basically in Misano (2022?), one of his home races, he dedicated a helmet to the former basketball player. Rodman was at his peak before Pecco was even alive so it was weird anyway but even more so when you look into Dennis Rodman. The guy has had several lawsuits for SA, drink driving and domestic violence, and also one for a hit and run. He also supports Donald Trump, and during his presidency, he was sent to North Korea to “negotiate” deals for prisoners and became besties with Kim Jong Un. It just feels very weird to do a tribute helmet to this guy, who stopped playing in the NBA when Bagnaia was 3, especially a few months after he was also done for drink driving.

There’s also his general attitude that a lot of people personally don’t like. For me we reached the point of no return when he said he wanted satellite bikes to be slower when the title fight was between himself, Martin and Bezzecchi around this time last year. Apparently it was out of context but still another massive own goal.

I can’t quite remember if there’s more with Bagnaia but these are the main things that come to mind, combined with the fact he takes zero responsibility for any of these actions (and Ducati don’t let him either). It’s actually shocked me that there’s someone more dislikable than Pecco but Jorge has done it with ease.

If anyone feels like I’ve missed something then feel free to add it as always!

[exy-conspiracies]

over-analysing anon from before here!! I saw some of the responses (Andrew Minyard REBLOGGED GUYS) and I don’t think I phrased my other ask correctly (probably because I was high on coffee that day and was sleep-deprived) but I’ve been making note of the previous Exy games.

Disclaimer that everything I say is alleged and I don’t have concrete evidence to back up all my claims so take my conspiracy with a grain of salt. Thank you.

First off, I’m aware Coach Wymack wouldn’t allow Andrew to play off his medication because of all the legal bindings and stuff but honestly? I still like to think it’s a possibility—although slim—that he might have.

I mean. When you compare the previous games from the newest ones don’t you see a stark difference in the way Andrew plays? Before after a few hours in the games he’d look VERY tired and fatigued (more so then the other players who had been RUNNING) and then would be benched for the rest of the game. I assume it could be withdrawal but I honestly don’t have enough evidence to make a solid proposition. Remember the game against Balmonte (if I’m not mistaken. I am still so sleep deprived so apologies if I forget team names) after Seth’s death (RIP) Andrew had to stay in as goal keeper throughout the whole game?

Now compare that game to his latest ones. See any differences? There are many. First of all, he’s more perceptive and hyper-focused in his newest games (various reasons why) but he can hold his own against a team for the entire game without acting as fatigued or tired as he previously was. You could argue that it was due to the fact that he hardly tried during other games and thus he never had the endurance before but I don’t think that’s completely true — there’s no way that even after a small match (be it them losing or winning) why he always always got tired by half-time. Every. Time.

Argue all you want but the fatigue he showcased in those previous games were not normal symptoms. No way. I could never get a good look at his face (thanks Exy helmets) but something was definitely off after my fifth rewatch. Especially when you watch the matches side by side (and I did) so honestly? I think he WAS off his meds before his rehab. Not all the time of course since there’s still a very legal contract binding him to them but he was off them during games (allegedly).

And even if I’m wrong? Even if I’m just too sleep-deprived for my own good and I should go take a walk? I don’t care. This was a fun little thing I realised after I decided I wanted to finally understand what the hype over Exy was about and hey, my university has an Exy team so why not watch their games? It was a fun experience but I honestly need some sleep so good night y’all.

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[mermaid-of-the-woods]

"Meet Ugly" Commander Fox x OC

“I’m just saying,” Fox heard the woman before he could even round the corner. “If you would’ve been smart enough to read the sign that says Carnivorous Plant on the door you wouldn’t have gotten bit. The fact you were that kriffing stupid is no reason to call your Commanding Officer on a student.” For a moment he couldn’t tell which of his brothers it was that made a comment about her plant, but the woman was furious. 

“What seems to be the problem here?” Fox asked, looking up from his datapad when he entered the office. He stopped at the doorway in shock at the mess that had been caused. When originally signed to Coruscant, he had expected to keep Senators and politicians safe. In the past seventy-nine hours he had dealt with a drunk Academy student, being chastised by the Chancellor, and now dealing with a plant that had bit off one of his brother’s fingers. 

The Twi’lek turned over to look at him, eyes glaring. “Stay.” She growled, turning to wrap the bleeding clone’s finger. “It should serve until you get to the medbay.” She snapped, “Next time, please do not put your fingers in someone's plant when you see the word carnivorous on a door. Or better yet, when you want to explore and meet the faces you will see every day of this war, knock.”

Fox watched as his brother passed by, holding the rag against the area where the missing finger was. “Need to make a report on this.” He drawled, standing there looking at her. 

The blue Twi’lek bent down, starting to mop up the blood with fabrics. “Sure, I came to check the progress of my plant since we had to deal with coming from Ryloth and travel is hard on her when I believe he said his name was Hound, was in my office. He had taken the gate off of her and she bit him. I’m not even scheduled to be here and I had dinner plans with my roommate.” 

Fox typed in his datapad, shaking his head. “Do you even have clearance to have that plant? Need your name for the report.”

“Isolde. I’ve had my plant for ten years. Part of my project as an academy student is training her to be aggressive only on commands. I know that clones are all genetically the same, but does that mean that all of you are this level of stupid?” 

Fox raised his eyebrow under his helmet. “So they called you before they called me?” 

Isolde raised her eyebrow, “Another clone got his finger bit off. They were afraid that you’d shoot my project and the Republic would have to fund another Morogian Snap sapling. I spent the entirety of my birthday and holiday credits from infancy until ten years old to purchase her.” She turned to hand him half of the bloody fabric, “Follow me.” 

He followed her, “How are you going to keep this incident from being repeated?” 

“Remind all that by written authority of the Academy and the Republic that my office is by appointment only.” Isolde snapped, “And pass that message on to the Clones stationed on Coruscant. At that point, I’ve done all I can legally do.”

“Why the Morogian Snap?” Fox asked, dropping the fabric into a biohazard bin. 

“Are you asking me for your report or are you just curious?” She dropped her bandages down the shoot, shutting it.

“Curious.” 

She turned to him, looking up at his armor. “Pick me up tomorrow. Make sure to tell Hound to straighten up. As long as you guys don’t dosh up my projects again, we’ll be fine. As you can tell, a lot of students are not excited about you guys being here.” 

“Where am I picking you up?” 

She smiled at him, giving him a wink. “You’re a smart man, Commander Fox. I think that you can figure it out. I’ll be waiting for you to get off tomorrow.” 

[bookworm-called-bear]

The Devil of Park Row

Hear me out, Hear me out- we see Peter Parker go to the DC universe all the time alone, but it would be much angstier and in my opinion, funnier if all of team red/Matt Murdock went as well.

Team Red was fighting someone, something that was far out of their league. The Avengers were disbanded, the world was post-blip and they were on their own. I’m one of the few moments that they were all standing together, the opponent hit them, all of them. Their vision went black and when they came to, they were leaned against a wall in a dark alleyway with nothing but their suits.

Wade comes to first. He realizes they’re in another universe and quickly grabs them the supplies they might need. He went out in search of backpacks, normal clothes, money, and possibly food. When he gets back, he saw that both Matt and Peter were awake. The three move and find an old abandoned building (firehouse? Old WE building, maybe even one of Red Hoods old hideouts). They set up shop, they make a list of what needs to happen, they square away their story.

Peter goes to the library the next day to forge their documents. Now Peter Parker was officially Peter Murdock, Wade was Matt’s brother, and Matt Murdock had a legal license. They had what they needed to survive. Matt also had his registration as a blind man.

Now think about the rogues or the bats meeting Matt in his civilian clothes. He’s not relaxed, he never is, not since they landed here. His cane is tapping lightly on the ground in front of him, his back straight and jaw tense. Peter and Wade would be together, hopefully somewhere safe. Maybe they were finding more supplies, maybe they were out for a walk. He didn’t know. He was walking home from his work at the new attorney’s office when his senses go off.

Before he knows what’s happening, he’s hitting the person who had just shown up behind him. There’s a gas in the air (maybe fear gas instead of Joker gas) but since the gas requires visual hallucinations and he can’t see in the first place, he’s not as affected. Of course, he is still panicking and there was a lot of information coming in his senses, but he’s so used to helping Peter that he knows how to block it out.

Before the bats even have a chance to arrive, Scarecrow is knocked out on the ground and Matt is working on finding anyone that might have been harmed. Of course, this is when the bats show up.

Jason is first, full helmet with a rebreather on and looks around, ready to fight only to see that the guy is down. The only civilian left at the scene was Matt, everyone else had run when they had seen the beginnings of the gas. Anyone that was hit was herded away by friends.

So Jason goes up to talk to him. At first it’s just a small thing, trying to see if he was a rouge, but he pretty quickly realizes what’s happening when Matt finds his cane. So he tries to talk to him for a different reason, to ask how he tools down a supervillain while blind. But Matt is tired, he wants to go home, he’s barely eaten, his heart is still unusually fast, so all he says is,

“I’ll talk to you if you can help me find my kid.”

[princess-of-the-corner]

Toontown: Corporate Clash Recap: Ye Olde Toontowne Cogs

Okay so, as the maximum Cog Level in Ye Olde Toontowne is 6, that means you can now encounter Tier 6 Cogs!

Here’s what you’re up against!

Two-Face

These guys have two faces, one smiling, the other grimacing.

Department: Sellbot

Levels: 6-12

Position: Employee

Likes: Double Dealing, Hypocrisy

Dislikes: Singularity, Facing Scrutiny

Wiki Page: Here.

They’ve got access to the following attacks:

Evil Eye: Sends a disembodied, pink eye flying at a single Toon, dealing damage on contact.

Hang Up: Punches keys on a phone and then immediately hangs up, damaging whichever Toon they targeted.

Razzle Dazzle: Holds up a smiley mouth up to the side of his head that faces the player, sending a ring of sparkles that damages a single target.

Re-Org: Wiggles fingers to send red sparkles at a single Toon, reorganizing their head if it connects, dealing damage.

Red Tape: Yeets a roll of red tape at a single Toon, dealing damage if it connects.

Money Bags

These green cogs have fat bodies, and the shape of their heads gives them a similar silhouette to a money bag?

I guess?

Look, these guys are pretty weird looking.

Department: Cashbot

Levels: 6-12

Position: Employee

Likes: Bags of Money, Writing Large Checks

Dislikes: Market Crashes, Bear Markets

Wiki Page: Here.

These very strange looking Cogs have the following attacks:

Liquidate: Summons a rain cloud to melt a single Toon, dealing damage with its precipitation.

Market Crash: They take a news paper reporting a market crash and throws it at a single Toon, attempting to crush the target to deal damage.

Power Tie: They yeet a tie at a single Toon, dealing damage if it connects with the target’s neck.

Spin Doctor

These thin cogs have twitchy, green heads with erratic smiles, plus that weird mirror/light thing doctor’s wear on their heads for some reason. They are the creepiest Cogs in the game.

Department: Lawbot

Levels: 6-12

Position: Employee

Likes: Confusion, Twisting the Truth

Dislikes: Proof, Straight Answers

Wiki Page: Here.

They have access to the following attacks:

Paradigm Shift: The Cog wiggles its fingers at the Toons to send sparkles at them all. Any Toon who’s hit by this attack is lifted into the air by the sparkles and then falls to the ground.

Quake: A ground-shaking attack that hits all Toons. The user hops and stomps onto the ground hard several times, causing any Toon hit by the attack to lose their footing (if it misses, the Toon jumps whenever the Cog lands).

Spin: The user wiggles their fingers at a single Toon, sending red sparkles to spin around them and spin the Toon around as well.

Re-Org: Same as when Two-Face does it.

Write Off: The user draws a check mark on a piece of paper, then flicks the check mark off the page at a single Toon.

Shyster

These gals are light purple, with dark purple hair that’s tied up in a bun while also covering one eye. Anyways…

Department: Lawbot

Levels: 6-12

Position: Field Specialist

Likes: Alone Time, Going Unnoticed

Dislikes: Nosy Toons, Crowded Spaces.

Wiki Page: Here.

They also have access to the following attacks:

Guilt Trip: Wiggles their fingers and sends a wave of sparkles at all participating Toons to trip them up.

Liquidate: Sends a storm cloud at a single Toon to briefly melt them into a puddle, dealing some damage.

Restraining Order: Throws a legal document at a Toon to briefly restrain them, dealing some damage.

Buzz Word: Sends a swarm of bee-colored words (all of which are “BUZZ”) to swarm and damage a single Toon.

Head Hunter

These buff Cogs have comically tiny heads compared to their massive bodies.

Department: Bossbot

Levels: 6-12

Position: Employee

Likes: Getting Ahead, Hiring Heads

Dislikes: Bad Interviews, Helmets, Poor Resumes

Wiki Page: Here.

They have access to the following attacks:

Fountain Pen: Sprays a single Toon with a jet of ink from a pen.

Glower Power: Literally glares daggers at a single Toon.

Half Windsor: Yeets a tie at a single Toon’s neck.

Head Shrink: Wiggles his fingers to send yellow sparkles at a single Toon’s head, shrinking the head if it makes contact.

Re-Org: Same as Spin Doctor.

Rolodex: Thumbs through a rolodex, sending all the cue cards at a single Toon to deal damage.

Shark Watcher

These short, fat Cogs have hammerhead shark heads, but their eyes are on stalks that come out the sides (and one eye is wearing a monocle). They were hired during the Director’s Cuts update to replace the Magnates.

Department: Boardbot

Pronouns: He/Fin

Honorrifis: Mx./Mr.

Levels: 6-12

Position: Employee

Likes: Like-minded Individuals, Murky Water

Dislikes: Dullness, Passiveness

Wiki Page: Here.

They have access to the following attacks:

Bite: Throws wind-up chattering teeth at a single Toon to bite them.

Glower Power: Same as Head Hunter

Liquidate: Same as Shyster.

Water Cooler: Sprays a single Toon with water from a watercooler.

Falling Knife: Throws a knife up into the sky. It eventually falls down on a single Toon, sharp end first, to deal damage.

Aside from that, the local Street Manager is the Gatekeeper, but I’ll explain her when we do Ye Olde Toontowne’s Kudos Tasks.

Also, Tier 7 and 8 Cogs do NOT appear outside of buildings, unless there’s an invasion going on, so this MIGHT be the last time I cover the Street Cogs in a neighborhood for these recaps, as Tier 7 and 8 Cogs only spawn outdoors in five locations.

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Ya ever have a picture in your mind and it goes different when you see it and you get whiplash? That’s how like three of these went for me though it’s my own fault for association lmao. (ya say twoface I think of the Batman Villain. Say moneybags I see the bear from Spyro. And for some reason I expected Shyster to look like Nathalie.)

Shark Watcher looks dope though.

[phntxm]

Headcanons for Gyu and Ume in Kimetsu Academy AU

kimetsu academy or modern world same thing

okay first of all, douma's gonna their step father, he's the one who save them? then this life he gonna save them by being their parent (let's pretend they're an orphan🤚)

gyutaro would have friends, ofc people mag considering him as ugly due to where they live and many things but in present time he definitely be one of the normal people, at least people gonna treated him as more human being

idk if his work as dept collector is a good or bad thing, but it's legal right? at first he'll live normally like a student, don't have to work for anything, but when he's in college he may find a legal part time job, since he want his history to be clean

I don't think he gonna do drug, he may interest in it at first bc of curiosity but he do smoke ig

ume is pretty and in kimetsu academy many boys send her their confessions, but what about girls

idk but she's not a type of pretty girl who like to hang out with boys, she like to hang out with girls, she's a mean girl (*cough* bc gyu and douma who like to spoiled her *cough*)😭 and gyu won't let a man be near his lovely sis too

many people have crush on ume but don't have confidence to give it to her by themselves so they gave it to gyu instead (how)

this happened too many times BUT there's also have someone who have crush on gyu and give him the love confession too (and that person it's me) but he misunderstood for ume and give it to her (she give it back to him later but gyu take it's as a prank)

gyu would work as delivery guy bc he know how to ride a bike🧍‍♀️ and when he send their parcel/food he don't have to take off his helmet so they can't see his face… 😔

I forgot this one, so douma adopted him and ume and douma remarried with kotoha and inosuke live with them too (this is my hc don't take it too serious)

sometimes tanjiro and zenitsu will come to play in their house, zen really likes ume but he scared of her brother and how mean she is

gyu don't like tanjiro, he always mean to him, but tanjiro never mad at him until gyu started to talk sh!t about nezuko to provoke tan😭🤚

gyu like emo punk/rock, ume and douma like j-pop and girl group, I also hc daki as sm gg stan (which I'll do hc about demons music taste later)

from what I mentioned above, why douma and ume like girl group, douma actually enjoy various genre, I can see him enjoying britney spears and lady gaga songs, or j-pop like gardinelia

for ume, it's kinda weird reasons, she likes pretty girls, gives off sm stan vibe and sapphic vibe… I can even named her bias in each group and yk, I'm sorry to assume but I saw many sone girls come out as sapphic and this really fits ume

a lot of scenarios like to write for ume to be jealous of reader if reader pretty than her, if in original story then ume would eat them but in modern world I don't think she gonna hate them because

1.ume very confident, she knows she's charming and don't have to worry about anything, people still gonna come back to her

2.ume didn't eat them bc she's jealous of pretty people and wanna get rid of them, if that's so, she would do it at first place

3.it's confirmed she hate ugly people, and don't even wanna eat to power up

ume wanna friends with pretty girls and she's kind of protective friend💪 she knows how to fight in verbally and physically (or just call gyu, magic word : onii-chan!!!)

she may have many friends, and her close friend group, but if any of them talk bad about her brother then boom, goodbye you're not my friend now and she don't even hesitate to do so

in original story, ume original hair color is white, gyu is black, but in modern world they both would have black hair but dyed it layer, ume dye it white and gyu dye it green and wears beret hat heheh❤️

this one is canon!! gyu want his sister to have better life, and when they arguing he said about his better life without her, I see it as gyu overprotective to his sister but NOT OBSESSIVE and don't make it to be in any gross or creepy way!

if he has a chance he definitely have a lover and live his life, not following his sister everywhere, but if ume have a lover then he gonna approve them first, she's innocent and nice girl, this is why he scared

Notes: this is all I can think of now, I may write for part 2 in the future or other kimetsu academy/modern au, I'm sorry if there's any grammatical issues, english is not my native language and I know I use to many 'like' 🥲

lmk if you have any opinion about them!!

[uncannychange]

After signing reams of paperwork containing, among other things, the harshest non-disclosure agreements he had ever seen, Justin David Foster was blindfolded and taken to the location where beta testing was taking place for a new gaming system to be called Dreamforge 4000 (unknown to Justin real name Quantum Reality Manifestor Mark V, something much more than a gaming system, but they needed something to pull the dupes, err, volunteers in.)

Warned that once in the Dreamforge 4000, things would seem completely real, only more so, and that once they took him out after days of testing (“days?!?” “don’t worry, Mister Foster, we’ll take good care of your body.”) there was a possibility of mild residual auditory and visual hallucinations, as well as other effects. “Like what?” asked Justin “nothing to worry about,” they replied. After all, if they told him about the volunteers who just disappeared from existence with a pop and a bright cherry light during the tests of the Mark III, it would just worry him needlessly.

So They hooked him in, and with a body-shaking hum and a bright light, Justin found himself someplace else.

Justin had hoped the game would be like Elden Ring, Destiny 2, or Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six: Siege, where he found himself was a brightly colored high-fantasy realm called Opalutopia.

Also, to his dismay had found himself in Opalutopia not as the Warrior Mage or Tech Sargent he had asked for but as Jasmine Delilah Starbutter, Pixie princess!

“Crap on a Ritz Cracker!” thought Justin. “Hey, can you guys change this?” Jasmine spoke aloud in a voice that all but tinkled like a bell, hopeing the people in the room could hear him and do something.

No reply came, and nothing changed.

Foster shrugged, and as Princess Starbutter set out to explore.

One month later, at least according to calendars found in the realm, Justin was still in Opalutopia. Desperation began to set in for Justin. “they said days, and I didn’t believe them,” Foster thought. “I just hope this is some kind of induced messing with my sense of time; this is getting to me.”

Indeed during her month of sojourning the lands of Opalutopia, Justin, as Princess Jasmine, had had some remarkable adventures.

The most frightening of which had not been the Orks, Ogres, and highway bandits she had had to deal with, but the village of Mountain Gnomes, where three of them had begged her to get word to the bastards in the real world and get them home.

So, there was the Princess in yet another inn at the edge of the Great Forrest, drinking another mead and feeling sorry for herself, or himself; at that point, Justin was not sure which, when the room got painfully bright, bright, and silent.

And with that, the “video” helmet was pulled off, and he was back in the stark white room filled with equipment that he had not seen for what he thought at least had been a month. Only for some reason, it seemed larger than he remembered, as was the chair he sat in, which somehow had become much roomier.

“He’s back!” he heard one of the techs say. “Yes!” said another. “Yeah, but look at...him?” said a third.

“Welcome back… Mister Foster.” said the first tech. “There was a bit of a glitch with your test, but you are okay and back with us.” Before Justin could say anything, a stern man in a dark suit came from around the chair he was in and spoke. “Before we start on what needs to be done now, I need to remind you of all the legal papers you signed.” “What?” said Justin, pausing; there was something off about his voice.

One month after returning to the real world Justin was ready to leave the compound where the Quantum Reality Manifestor Mark V was being tested (in fact, they were already at work on the Mark VI due to what they had learned with Justin.)

Only Justin would not be going back to his old life. Due to his having returned from Opalutopia five years younger than his former 28 years, reduced down from a height of five foot, ten inches to four foot, four inches, and while human again and no longer a Pixie (whatever that even was), Justin was now a woman.

With the help of the mystery company that had done this to her, she had a new identity and would be moving to Bangor, Maine, as Jenna Davina Smith.

“And from now on, I’m sticking strictly to board, paper, and card games, " thought the new Ms. Smith.

[doom-nerdo-666]

The Cosplay Slayer skin may have been inspired by a fan cosplay from years ago, by TheScarletImpaler.

(Images taken from the r/Doom post, so credit to TheScarletImpaler)

Here's the Reddit post:

Hello Slayers!

Forgive me as I don't know how to really use Reddit, but I'll try posting here. I'm the inspiration for the latest skin, "Cosplay Slayer." Back in 2012, I made a mediocre cosplay of classic DOOM Guy out of a paintball mask and cardboard. When I saw the latest Eternal skin reveal, Cosplay Slayer, I was very surprised at the specific design of it. At first, I was a bit reluctant to go on about it, but after I dusted off my old helmet and compared to what I saw on screen, I knew that my cosplay from years ago was the main inspiration. Across social media, including the forums, everyone is seeing the inspiration, too, backing me up.

My helmet comparison The cosplay (if these don't work, the images are on a recent Twitter/Insta posts using the same handle)

I know it might be hard to believe, but here is my DeviantArt with pics of it and building it back from 2012:Old DA (if this doesn't work, my DA has the same handle, when you get to the gallery, just search "doom")

I'm posting because I feel like I should receive some sort of credit or recognition for it. I'm not asking much, just something official from Id or Bethesda that makes the connection. Like a quick cosplay spotlight article or social media post. No money or any other compensation. I, and many others, feel that its my unique interpretation of the classic DOOM Guy design, from a time when there was very little reference of it, and because of that, bringing it from 2D art to 3D art took a lot of personal interpretation and physical work that I did. It's also been a childhood dream to be in a video game, now that my work and likeness is in a game, DOOM nonetheless, the joy feels incomplete and hollow because I'm not being connected to it.

Thanks, Alucard

This post is dated from 02 Jul 2020 and 2 years later, he made this post:

Slayers, it has been two years since the Cosplay Slayer skin was released and I have requested to be credited for my unique design. I have been ignored since. I had some IRL stuff get in the way of my original campaign, but now I'm starting this up again. I call upon Bethesda and Id to do the right and honorable thing to credit me and my design.

I know it may sound outlandish and farfetched, but please take a look and you'll see...

To those who do not remember, or need a refresher, I made a DOOM cosplay back in 2012, which was an interpretation of the original DOOM Guy, in a time where barely any reference material existed. So, it ended up to be an unique design. That unique was used without my permission to create the Cosplay Slayer costume. The evidence proves this beyond a shadow of a doubt. The original Reddit post is here https://www.reddit.com/r/Doom/comments/hk2umq/the_original_cosplay_slayer/

To help with this campaign, I've launched a petition to help. I humbly ask for signatures in hopes that Bethesda and Id will realize what they have done and correct the issue favorably. I also ask to pass around this petition around if you can. https://www.change.org/CreditTheCosplaySlayer

I still would like to resolve this without it turning messy, I'm not looking to screw Id or Bethesda for money, nor do I believe this should even become a legal situation - I only want to be credited for my work and my name to be in DOOM Eternal. However, I will do what I must in order to do what is right. If it takes a legal action to get recognized, I will do so.

In these past two years, I've seen countless posts by Bethesda and Id promote fan art and other cosplayers, crediting their efforts all over social media and blogs/articles. Yet I've been ignored completely. This will go on no longer. This cannot go on any longer.

Thank you, Alucard @ScarletImpaler (on Insta/TW)

The reason why i find this situation interesting is because it's another example of how something Doom related comes from the fanbase and ends up in the official series (Or alternatively, how people look at Doom).

I even made a post about things that came from Doom fans and how they impacted the series.

[petermorwood]

Bravo, @blumineck!

I've been muttering about this "Hold...Hold..." business for years. That includes the non-verbal kind, see "The Adventures of Robin Hood" (1938) where Robin threatens Guy of Gisbourne like this for several seconds as if pointing a gun at him...

...and "Henry V" (1944) where the archers stand like this, also for several seconds, until Henry signals them to loose.

Holding a heavy bow at full draw just wasn't done, for the reason explained in @blumineck's video - prolonged strain makes your aim go wobbly and, thanks to fine muscle tremor, it'll stay wobbly for several shots afterwards.

FAIK a protracted hold combined with one of those really heavy historical bows of the kind found on the "Mary Rose" draw weight) might actually tear something in the muscles / tendons / ligaments department. There's already enough archaeological evidence of repetitive-stress bone changes to make archer skeletons easily identified, and that's just the effect of regular shooting over many years.

In addition, there's an old archery saying that "A bow full-drawn is nine-tenths broken", and holding at full draw - or loosing without an arrow, so the energy for propelling the arrow snaps into the bow-limbs instead - adds a real risk of unexpectedly reaching ten-tenths broken and picking splinters out of your arm, teeth, face, eyes...

A heavy bow was drawn and loosed in one movement, since archers didn't need to hold or pause for aim. Years of legally-required archery practice meant they were able to aim as they drew as instinctively as someone throwing a stone.

*****

Incidentally, while pictures of archery target-practice features in medieval art...

...and as this photo from modern Bhutan shows, looks almost the same nowadays...

...Clout-shooting at long range and high angle gives a better idea (IMO, anyway) of what medieval war archery would have looked like.

Here are sport archers...

...and re-enactors...

...and the targets at which they shoot ("clout" is an old word for cloth).

Increase those archers to the ~5000 present at Crecy or Agincourt, and clout-shooting would accurately replicate the effect of an arrow-storm descending on a massed target at a range correctly estimated by much practice.

Anybody in the area where those arrows fell was likely to get hit and, if not armoured, hurt. IIRC, the modern military term for this is a "beaten zone".

Even if the range was too great for much injury against armour, it would force armoured men to protect their most vulnerable area, the face, by "buttoning up" - another modern term, for a tank with all hatches shut - by closing their visors, which causes reduced vision and ventilation, as well as a loss of communication and situational awareness.

Invoking this useful tactical advantage didn't need a full-on arrow barrage, just a few arriving every couple of seconds like a bolt from the blue. (Yup, originally an archery term, though "bolt" rather than "arrow" suggests it originated with crossbows).

A knight could leave his visor open if he wanted; it would probably be okay - until the instant, as happened to Henry V (then 16-year-old Prince of Wales) at Shrewsbury, when it wasn't okay at all...

Henry survived thanks to the cleverness of surgeon John Bradmore, who not only invented special tongs to get the arrowhead out, but prevented infection by flooding the wound with honey, a natural disinfectant.

I've also read that the arrow may have had less velocity and impact force - and hit Henry at the angle it did - because it was a ricochet from someone else's armour. (Leaving helmet visors aside, this is an example of why face / eye protection in the workplace is A Good Idea...)

Also, since armour and its padded underlayers aren't exactly breathable fabrics, they'd start overheating through exertion, followed by chilling down if it was a cold day because the sweat-soaked padding and metal casing were now an excellent heat-sink.

(Can any armour-wearing re-enactors confirm or refute this effect? Please and thanking you.)

The Battle of Towton (1461) was fought in a snowstorm...

...and I remember reading somewhere that men-at-arms went from dehydrated heat-exhaustion to sweat-chilled hypothermia in the course of a couple of hours. Not fun.

NB, the windblown banners in Graham Turner's painting demonstrate another detail: that wind gave the Yorkist arrows longer range while reducing the Lancastrian ones. It reached a stage where the Yorkists advanced a bit to shoot at the Lancastrians with their own spent arrows.

If the enemy was readying a mounted charge on unarmoured horses (as they often weren't until the late Middle Ages) that arrow-storm and the resulting hedgehog-prickled horses - even if not dead, they'd be Very Unhappy and uncontrollable - would throw the charge into confusion before it made contact, or even before it started.

This clip is only a movie, and an old one at that with some annoying errors such as knights being craned onto horseback, but the thudding, whistling release of (cartoon, hey-ho) arrows remains highly impressive 80 years later.

Can you hold your bow at full draw? And should you?

Either way it does look cool sometimes, I’ll give them that!

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[the-firebird69]

This is a real idea that our son and daughter have and now these Chinese motorcycles are inexpensive they're 1300 dollars but shipping is like 300 bucks so 1600 bucks and you have an Enduro that's street legal some of them and please pass DOT except for California now a lot of people bought them and still are you way up in the air this one you can get slightly bigger tires and it's off the ground enough and they go about 80 miles an hour with a larger tires and the salon the idea of the Honda monkey or the Grom and that's our son and daughter again now those things took off but they cost a lot of money once again they're getting them up again around $4,000 which is too much for people who can't afford anything so he had the idea and she did it of making this different Wheels and tires and coming up with to make it so you can registry right away and a little breakers and stuff are made now on the cheap and you can buy them and it's not hard to put it together into a product this is a famous famous mini bike company and it is a terrific idea it's really great and it is like the Honda gas monkey and I'll tell you what they're really happy about it and people are trying to do it all over and they they can do it on several models the Coleman has taken off they put springs in the seat and really it's going and they see the results and it's not so great for them but they do it a lot they say we might be able to get ahead of them and they're talking about us and they're trying to use ideas against us and they have to do something or they're just going to flat out lose it's a pain but we need them to do something so here we are trying to get it to go and it is not gone anywhere yet for quite a while no it's kind of going people are getting into it and they like it globally it's become an idea and an epidemic in California they call it that you call a lot of stuff that up there it is helping out but it hasn't really helped out that great yet the Honda Grom modifications have helped out they made the thing too damn slow this would be 80 mph it has a it's about eight horsepower and it's really 49 cc's and you put the right spot and the right size tires which would be not as fast but they'd be kind of fat and it's easier to handle and even at speeds especially at speed and he has to have better rates and things we think we can get this out the door dot ready for about $800 maybe a little bit cheaper and there's reasons that we can get a cheaper and we can go over that we might get it around 700 and delivery will be real cheap it would fit in a small box and partially disassembled where's the dirt bike from China you have to put in a big box it cost a lot of money the shipping on this would be about $80 and a lot of people want it like right now we want to help people out this is the way to do it we need to have people mobile and we need to have our people mobile we're going to start getting ready to manufacture stuff like this and to make it work and we are going to

Probably make a scooter company that has these in it and it would sell real nice there's a scooter idea that's out there that's ours and we want to use it and it's coming from China which is fine and we kind of put it out there and we're going to go ahead and do it and he's wondering what zigzag is up to his wife is going to head out that way and he knows that we like mini bikes for some reason and it would be a good commercial you working on a bike and it shows this big guy and there's a few people who have the character and they say we need these parts this is all that's just a couple houses down and it shows them going down the street and coming back the big guy with the leather helmet damn some of the certified no and in certain States you don't have to wear and with the big Jack and the guy from Harry Potter almost and he comes back in like 10 minutes with the stuff it says here it is so that was fast how'd you do it it's on my Rupp... And they like it it's a good commercial but really it's an idea and have him driving to be fun just usually so she'll like small people riding around it's kind of an intense idea cuz it'll show us real strong and fast enough it's really cheap it's a lot more engine and you have to hey if we can put it like a liquid cooling system just a cheap one and they last pretty long time and it will go pretty far like 60 to 70 miles there really nobody ever drives in that far it's nice you can put them all in the basement and it works I'm going to recommend a lot of these ideas and Harley-Davidson started to pick up and then it pooped the frames are not strong enough they're not making them different and there are a few companies from the states that they have wicked names hard knock the name is too much we do have to think about it he's going to look around just there there was one it says it's not a huge motor though it's not a bad name but the history is not that great

This sold a few and nobody liked it

Thor Freya he says it's before it's time and it really was and that's why it's a crocker really that bike looks like like a 1980 Harley Davidson and it was during world war II they didn't look anything like it and people didn't like it but it looks awesome just like fights now the bikes now so it's another idea is to try again to make a bike that's ahead of his time I'm going to try and put it forward to see likes the idea and it's an international type name and we can make it a military at first using the harley-type concepts and a little different design and I'm going to go ahead and do that and we're going to get design input from people

Olympus

[skellebonez]

Because I'm sure this is going to be inevitable, how about some angst for the Chaos Trio (Mei, Jin and Yin)? With 61 and 52

Oh I have been looking forward to Chaos Trio angst since you sent me this, anon. Despite how they act in show... I think Jin and Yin are not exactly harmless. Especially if you mess with people they start to consider family.

The Cursed AU and the Chaos Trio in it come from @winterpower98!

Warning: blood and head injuries, enemy demons limbs (not detailed).

That is not a good hiding spot./I am a really bad actor.

Things had been going pretty well, all things considered. Jin and Yin had no problem getting Mei to join them in a little bit of... let's say "competitive insurance" as it were. They had to make sure they were secured in their own little tech related ventures, and after some financial setbacks they needed extra fallback. They’d planned the whole thing out with her help, more than 2 steps and everything! She was good at that.

The problem was that someone got a lucky hit.

They would have made it out with no problems, if they all hadn't decided going on Mei's motorcycle as a group (which, now that Yin thought about it, was probably incredibly dangerous and illegal with 3 of them on it... not that they cared about legality for themselves but somehow when it came to Mei that suddenly made them concerned). But nope. 1 bike. 3 people.

One lucky shot to the rear tire.

The three of them went flying, Mei landing very impressively on her feet whole Jin and Yin bounced on a bush and thanked anyone listening that demons were sturdier than humans. They didn't thank anyone for the pieces of bike that came flying at them all, and they were certain that they heard a piece make contact with something hard, maybe the nearby light pole, but couldn't be sure.

By the time they looked up they just knew they had a group of very angry demons that were pissed they stole and then wiped their code for... something, didn't matter to the twins what it was. They just wanted their competition out of the way. For solely selfish reasons. Nothing else. Not like they wanted it to see what it was and maybe figure out a counter attack so that certain overpowered people with monkey motifs would have an easier time in the future.

Not a chance.

As they fought off the attacking demons they insisted to themselves they didn't care that much.

"That is not a good hiding spot!" Jin yelled across the battlefield as Yin ducked behind crates. "Just chuck it for now and beat em with the blunt end of something else!"

"Just give me 2 seconds, I can fix it!" Yin yelled back, trying his best to reassemble a part of his sword hilt that had broken off.

"Come on, these guys ain't so tough!" Mei laughed out, easily dodging projectiles and backsliding and slicing and dicing as she went. No one was actually killed, but they were lucky because the only reason for that was the young woman wasn't exactly out for blood. They'd be feeling every single hit well into morning though! She was doing much better than the two of them. "Grab a pipe or something! Wish I had MK's magic building power though, I'd rather not be here all-YIN!"

The younger twin looked up from where he had been crouched, eyes widening as he saw the form of a much larger demon hulking over him and ready to batter him with a club.

Things had been going well. All things considered. Then someone got a second lucky hit.

Right as Mei dove in to push the younger silver twin out of the way.

For a second the fighting stopped. There was just the sound of wood hitting hard plastic and fiberglass as the club was sliced in half by her sword and the lopped off half continued it's trajectory and slammed into Mei's head to lead to her crumbling on top of Yin. Jin stood on too of a pile of crates, watching as a line of red seeped through a crack in her visor and stained the white of her suit.

And then his entire vision was red as he lunged at the demon and sliced, sending his arm flying in the opposite direction.

The demon screamed, holding the stump that was his arm from the elbow down, backing away as quickly as he could. "W-what the hell!?"

"Mei," Yin said softly, carefully clicking the emergency release button to make her helmet digitize away. Her eyes were closed, blood dripping from a slice running along her scalp... but as far as he could tell it was from part of the helmet being cracked and cutting her. She was most likely knocked out from the impact, breathing odd but steady in her unconscious state. "You... we're going to get you to the hospital."

His tone hardened as he carefully laid her on the ground, standing tall as he grabbed his broken weapon and a nearby piece of broken steel.

"You. Are going. To pay for that," Yin said coldly, stance no longer lose and half playful as it had been the whole battle. His stood tall, eyes wide and cold and the demons surrounding them felt a chill run down their spines.

Jin stood in front of him, blood from the other demon splattered across his face and chest in a stark contrast to his orange visage.

This... this wasn't the pair of Gold and Silver Demons they had heard about before. They were known for not taking almost anything seriously, making bad deals and pacts and weird blood oaths they wasted on bizarre favors. They were known for being good at tach but not much else, most demons in the area knew vaguely of their history with the Monkey King but even that ended in failure. Their plans were half baked, goofy, and lately they'd heard they'd gotten roped in with the Monkey King's successor and renewed flame of the Six-Eared Macaque.

The two standing before them did not look like the demons they'd heard about.

Mei hadn't wanted to seriously hurt anyone. The demons heard her yelling as much on the battlefield. But now Mei was hurt.

And the twins did.

It happened fast. They wanted to get it over with quickly. Mei had also not wanted to kill anyone at the very least the twins could do was keep up their promise from earlier in the day to avoid that. And they did.

That didn't mean there weren't lost limbs. Hands and arms. A leg or two. More than a couple eyes were lost. Someone lost an ear. Another a tail and horn.

Injuries they could recover from meant as warnings.

All it took was 3 minutes and the entire storage area they crashed in was a mix of grey and brown and red. Demons holding their injuries or running off.

The one who had attacked Yin and hurt Mei stood in awe and fear, looking down at the smaller twins who has decimated an entire group so fast.

"I-how!?" He yelled, backing up slowly. "This isn't possible, you're not this strong!"

"Who told you that?" Yin asked slowly, tilting his head and watching as the demon realized... he'd never heard they couldn't fight. "We don't fight like this because we don't want to. Never meant we can't."

"Why?"

"We are really bad actors," Jin said, wiping the blood off his weapon on an unconscious demon's shirt. "Why bother trying to hold back when we can just hide it by not trying?" He turned to the demon, glowering coldly as he watched his brother pick Mei up carefully. "Tell anyone who asks nothing. We'd like to keep it that way. Unless you want a round two where someone else doesn't hold us back."

And then they were gone.

~

"What in the actual hell happened?" Macaque asked in an even tone. Practiced even. A dangerous even.

"Well-" "You see boss-" "we kinda-" "-there was-"

Jin and Yin tried to think of a reasonable excuse, faltering as everything they thought of sounded worse and worse in their heads.

The two sat in Mei's hospital room, towels draped around their shoulders. They’d been smart enough to stash Mei's bike somewhere safe and wash off in the ocean before coming to the hospital, less covered in demon blood meant less scared humans when they rushed in with Mei in tow, and it was easy to make the nurses believe them.

Simple bike accident, friend hurt, help please.

With Macaque staring them down with his patented death glower, shadows growing and warping around the room in response to him, it was infinitely harder.

Of course Mei's emergency contact was MK. Of course MK could call Macaque before her parents (who were apparently on their way back from some kind of dragon family business trip when they learned). Of course Macaque would show up almost immediately and begin asking questions.

"It was my fault," Mei chimed in, voice slightly off from having awoken with a nasty concussion. "I thought it'd be fun to go on a joy ride late at night, I've done it before without issues! But, uh... I've never had two passengers before... and we hit something. Don't be mad at them?"

Macaque looked like he believed Mei as much as he believed Tang would lose interest in the Monkey King and switch his field of study to obscure methods of basket weaving. Which is to say: he didn’t. But he sighed, giving Mei a small smile as the shadows returned to normal.

"Ok," he said softly, tone much more gentle with the dragon descendant as he reached out to brush loose hair out of her face. "I won't be mad at them. I'll be very disappointed-" his tone hardened for a second at those words as he turned to the twins with a glower again. "-but I won't be mad. Do you need anything?"

"Maybe a candy bar from the vending machines outside?" Mei asked with a smile.

"Sure," Macaque laughed and shook his head, moving to the corner of the room. "I'll be right back."

He sunk into the shadows, a cool trick that the twins would always be impressed by, and they breathed a sigh of relief at knowing they were alone. For now.

"You didn't have to do that," Jin said, frowning at Mei in concern. Maybe it was just because he was now the eldest in the room, but some kind of protective feel pulled at him.

"I know," Mei said with a tired laugh, laying back into her pillow. "But you guys are like... my bros. I gotta stand up for my bros."

And that made both Jin and Yin pause. They looked at each other, eyes widening as they both came to a realization that was probably a very long time coming at that point.

"Yeah..." Yin said, a soft smile forming on his face. "We'd do the same for you... you know, if you didn't take that hit for me you probably would have kicked everyone's ass way better than us! We barely got out by the skin of our teeth!" A full truth and a blatant lie, but he hoped Mei wouldn't pick up on that second part.

"You know it, boi!" She didn't.

It was odd for him in particular. Yin had never really thought of himself as an older brother before.

First time for everything.