#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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[gothamite-rambler]

Jason meets Deathstroke in an odd exchange.

Rose Wilson (on the phone): Jace?

Jason: I’m a busy!

He fired his gun at his assailant, but the figure nimbly avoided the shot.

Rose: Sorry, but I have good news-

Jason (screaming at the assailant): Quit dodging! Damn, I sound just like Batman. Rose, what’s up?

Rose (giggling): I found that vape juice you like! There’s a smoke shop near my place that carries it, so I picked up a couple of packs for you.

Jason (surprised but pleased): Oh… wow. Thanks.

Rose (coyly): You can make it up to me later. Sorry for interrupting your mission, but I wanted to let you know that Raven wanted to take me to a club tonight. She’s trying to set me up with some guys—

Jason: Why the hell does she keep doing that? Oh, she doesn’t approve of you dating me.

He kicked the attacker back, when he started laughing at him.

Rose: Pretty much. I mean, the place has amazing wings, and I wanted to go for that, but if you’re not cool with it, I won’t go. I know we agreed to keep our relationship open, but I’m just not in the right headspace for it right now… I want to be with you because you're like the most stable boyfriend I've had since I was 15.

Jason paused, taken aback and pleased by her admission; he felt the same way about her. A smile spread across his face as he swiftly kicked Deathstroke in the jaw, preventing the man from firing his weapon.

Rose: Jace?

Jason: Sorry, I just remembered why I like you so much. I… I don't want to force you, but could you… not go if Raven’s going to do that for the sixth time?

Rose (sincerely): Sure, I’ll be at home waiting for you. I just want to chill and smoke.

Jason: Sounds good, but I might be late.

Rose: That’s fine; I’ll be ready to rip those clothes off you whenever you get here. Stay safe, stud.

Jason: I will. Bye.

Rose: Bye.

He ended the call, turning his attention back to Deathstroke, who had a gun pointed right at his chest.

Deathstroke: What the hell was that?

Jason: What do you mean?

Deathstroke: I know that was my daughter on the phone. What were you talking about? Where’s she going?

Jason: You're not exactly a good father, so I’m not telling you anything.

Deathstroke (enraged): Do you want a hollow point in your chest? You think you can dictate her life? That’s my job!

Jason: You’re the kind of parent that treats their kid like garbage and then wonders why they can’t stand you when they grow up, aren’t you?

Deathstroke: Stop judging me! I'd rather she be with Nightwing than you. See what you've made me say?! You have no respect for authority.

Jason: Respect is earned.

Deathstroke: And yet, you work for Batman!

Jason (counter argument): You slept with a teenager.

Deathstroke (running out of insults): Your helmet looks ridiculous!

Jason: Your wife stabbed your eye out when Rose's brother died, and your other son is mute because of the enemies you made. I’ve done my homework on you, jerk. I could do this all day. Not exactly how I wanted to meet her dad, but I'm strangely enjoying it.

Deathstroke: You remind me of Nightwing and Batman combined. I will not let my daughter date some bat brat.

Jason: Sure thing, champ.

Deathstroke (glaring): It’s too bad. You could have been a loyal ally—

Jason: Not to a pedophile.

Deathstroke (doubling down): Last I checked, 15 is the legal age of consent in most states.

Jason (mocking): Last I checked, it’s pretty creepy for an adult man to know that or say it out loud.

Deathstroke: Hey, the girl wanted me!

Jason: The mentally troubled 15-year-old? Oh yeah, victim-blaming real nice. You see, when I was a crime lord, I eliminated scum like you, those who exploit and manipulate children. But you’re not worth it. Rose told me that when the time comes, she’d be the one to kill you, so I won’t pull the trigger today.

Deathstroke (keeping his gun pressed against Jason’s chest): Isn’t that generous? Another reason you’re pathetic, and why you’ll never be with my daughter.

Jason (waiting for Roy to get a clean shot): The daughter who almost lost her mind being around you? Who sacrificed an eye hoping to earn your approval?

Deathstroke: Proving her loyalty to me? Yes, she’s smart. A child of mine knows better than to date a former Robin.

Jason (tight smile): I thought my biological father was terrible… and he is, but you take the crown for the worst dad. And while I’d love to keep this debate going, you have an arrow in your leg.

Deathstroke: What are you rambling about—

Deathstroke suddenly felt a searing pain in his leg as the arrow struck, and he screamed, collapsing to the ground. Jason quickly delivered a swift kick, knocking him unconscious, and seized his gun.

Roy: Got him!

Jason: Took you long enough!

Roy: I couldn’t get a clear shot! Is he down, or do you need me to shoot him... five more times?

Jason: Nah, he’s out cold. Thanks.

Roy: Yeah, it's on sight for child abusers!

Jason (yanking the arrow from the man’s leg): Agreed.

[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.”

[ray935sworld]

VR's academy of supernatural riders (Part 4: Vogelfrei)

TW: description of a motorcross accident and physical symptoms of an injury (no blood or flesh wound description), allusion to feeling like dying

I don't know a lot about the technical aspect so it might be unrealistic

Summary: Luca, Marc and Alex go motorcross riding. Something goes wrong...

Riding with the Marquez brothers was fundamentally different to riding on the ranch.

Riding on the ranch meant interacting with many people. It almost always ended in a party since Vale made sure to provide food and drinks and the boys had playlists on their phones and speaker in their bags. The main academy riders, which were already a group of 6 people, sometimes even more when the former ones and the SBK rider joined them – not to mention the 100km of champions – often came with their partners (unlike Luca). Additional to them each of them had a at least one assigned engineer for the day and someone helped them overview the data. Not to forget the bunch of other people working on or around the ranch. Sometimes even Luca was curious about his brother’s net worth. He knew ‘It’s a good number’ but how the finances and sponsorships of the academy worked, was probably a science for itself. All he knew was that he didn’t want to know more. For legal reasons.

Right now it was only the three of them, two Spaniards and an Italian, which definitely had a certain advantage. Less people to look out for, meant more focus. And the bickering and colourful insults in the breaks were limited to sarcastic comments. On the ranch he still learned new words, especially from Bez. That guy was the king in making up letter combinations and new orders of words to achieve the biggest insult possible.

But the missing presence of Vale, even if it’s just as the spirit of the ranch, was something he noted. He didn’t even wear his ranch gloves. He wore his private, plain suite and helmet without sponsors and the sign of his brother. VR46 was nowhere to be seen.

Marc noticed it, but decided not to say anything. Alex didn’t thought about it. He was too busy adoring his boyfriends leather ass. Another difference to the ranch!

Normally Luca would be chasing Bez or Pecco, followed closely by Franky, Cele or Migno while Vale overtook them all with a laugh over the headset. They once had a mass-coalition in the early days of the ranch. Fenati had gotten to optimistic and accidently kicked Franky out while overtaking. Bulega had to crash himself out to not to end up in them, while Luca had gone wide. Pecco was able to stop the bike. The boys had looked at each other, making sure none of them were hurt before bursting out laughing.

Now Luca was a little bit behind Marc. He watched his shirt flutter in the air as they passed the part of the track with small hills they had to jump. Vale hated those things, so he never included them in the Tavullia track. He called them unnecessary risks since they weren’t rally rider and the bump in Austin alone didn’t justify it.

The younger brother loved them anyway. They were great to rider over and jump. He felt the air and he sometimes just laughed while passing them. It was a technical part, one not meant for racing but to learn how to control the bike. Overtaking would be idiotic. The loss of focus and the increased speed could make a difference between crashing and staying on the bike.

Luca gave the bike another push. He needed more speed to surpass the heaped up dirt. Some more. A little bit more. Just a tiny-Then it was enough. It was like an instinct at that point. If he didn’t had enough speed he would only make a small jump and he had to adjust his weight to land properly. If he had to much speed he risked hitting the beginning of the other hills which would cause him to get stuck.

They needed perfection for this part and that was a strength of Luca. He was a calculating rider, not someone that headless run into something and just hoped it would work. He preferred to understand the track. Sure, it took more time but it was just another way to ensure his mother didn’t had to rush to a hospital, like she already did so many times for Valentino.

He basically grew up on a bike. He had heard a motor and knew what it was supposed to sound like before he learned to play with other kids. It was engraved in his DNA, given in blood and taught with the burning passion of one of the greatest brother who happened to be an... Okay rider himself.

He looked up. The sun hit him and he was happy to have a coloured visor that absorbed the light a little more. A movement took him pit his thoughts. A shadow flew in front of him.

Marc felt free. The feeling of freedom was rushing through his veins and the racing gave him a kick like no drug ever could. He drove above the small hill, hitting the air once more. He had learned from experience how to ride this track. He had ridden here a few weeks ago and a few months ago and few years ago, many years ago as it was one of the first Alex and he used to train.

Accelerate, break, stop. Maybe slow down. Fly. Focus. Lift the front of the bike just a little bit. Bend your knees. Lift your ass. Let the bike touch the ground. Accelerate again. Take a look back. Luca behind. He’s giving you space. Lean to the side to hit the curve.

He kept repeating the motion like a prayer performed by his body. His foot only lightly touching the pedal. He felt the dirt bike speeding up and his grip tighten. He would have seen his knuckles turning white if he weren’t wearing gloves.

He hit the air like a bird. He felt the high and for a moment everything around him disappeared.

No sound, no people, no worries, no problems.

He laughed. He was free.

Then he came crushing down.

Things happen to fast to realize. He felt the wheels drift away and next thing he knew, he was on his way to hit the ground. His body reacted faster than his mind could. He felt his knee lifted closer to his body to prevent a broken shank. As it turns out, a broken leg was his smallest problem. He felt a pressure against his head while he was falling. His head had hit the bike. The pressure was too much too soon. The tapes didn’t stand a chance with that angle.

It was like the worst combination of things. Bad luck once again came to haunt him. The straps of his helmet broke. He felt his cheeks break free. It hit him. He realized what the air against his skin meant. For a moment the world froze.

Time was going slower than usual. His helmet was being torn off his face. His hair broke free. It seemed to just break. There was no way to protect him. He couldn’t just pull a signature Marquez move and get rid of the situation. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t safe himself. He wanted to lift his arms. He wanted to wrap his arms around his head and neck to at least protect himself a little bit. But he couldn’t. Too many things happened to fast.

He felt the gravel hitting his face. Small cuts, hurting him deep. He was glad his body had already closed his eyes. He kept his mouth shut. He didn’t need it down his throat.

Then everything stopped.

He was laying on the ground, facing the air.

The pain hadn’t hit him yet. It was as if his body hadn’t noticed they crashed yet. His veins were full of adrenaline. He was just laying there, his body limp. He knew what would come - pain, like every time he landed in the gravel.

He expected it to come and that felt weird

It was like being a 6 year old again. He would wake up and knew his baby brother would sneak in his bed in a few minutes – or hours depending on when he woke up. But every day like an unbroken tradition once Alex woke up, realizing that most of the night had passed and they still had time, in need for a cuddle and love, Marc would soon have a 3 year old plastered to his side. On his birthday he knew it even more. On this day, his baby brother would had a messy picture in his hand. He knew that it was a drawing of a little boy on a big bike with a trophy on the side. “Cause you me winger” he had said in a tired voice.

Marc knew that it was coming. The pain would hit him once the adrenaline had worn off. He tried to move again. Maybe he could run away from it? But all he felt was his mind becoming more cloudy and his focus left him.

When he was younger and he was watching the street in front of their house when he knew his relatives were visiting. He knew it was happening. It just didn’t happen yet. In the same way he was now lying on the ground.

He was laying there, watching the sun. He saw dark clouds in his vision. He hadn’t noticed them before.

When did they appear? There weren’t any when they arrived.

Why did the sky darken? Did something so terrible happened that the sun thought it’d be more appropriate to hide? Something that should be kept hidden?

When he was a kid he would always lay down in the grass of their garden. He just throw himself to the ground to breath. He smelled the fresh grass. The smell stronger after one of the rare rains. He loved to do it after a training when he was still sticky with sweat and his weak muscles were acing, not yet used to pain and exercise. Back then the feeling had fascinated him. He didn’t knew what it was and didn’t understand it. His brother used to giggle about his actions and did the same. Just stomach first, flat on the ground. Sometimes including a proper face plant in the mud.

“Mak! Mak, look!” he said excited. He didn’t had a care in the world. He didn’t understand anything. He was just happy to spent time with his brother.

Marc had smiled at the little child whose face was now dirty. Their mother was used to it at that point, she was just glad her children were alright so they didn’t had to worry about making her angry with their action.

All that mattered to him was that Alex was safe. Back then and now.

All that mattered to him was that Alex was happy.

Alex.

Alex who was dating Luca.

Alex who was with Luca and him at the dirt track.

Alex who was here.

Alex.

The thought of his brother took him back to reality. He was no longer lost in memories of passed days trying to relieve them. He was back to reality and the reality hurt. It hurt like a bitch. The pain of his injury hit him. It was in an amount he never felt before. It was so clear, so full and all over his body that he felt like he was drowning in it. He felt the need to scream. He wanted to scream, get up, wipe it off his body. He wanted to run from it. Hide. Or run until he forgot about it. Until the pain in his lungs and legs, the pain on his side was so strong he didn’t feel the pain of the injury.

At least he had control over that pain. At least he created it. He chose it. He understood it. Unlike this. He was looking for some kind of relief to get rid of it. He wanted to stretch his muscles, ease the burning. But he couldn’t move.

He couldn’t add pressure to his forehead to ease the pressure on the inside like he usually did. Neither could he grip an imaginary handle tightly to help his body steady. He felt dizzy. He felt so dizzy. It was like he was about to break down.

But he already broke down. He was already laying on the floor, unmoving, unable to react or help himself.

How could he break down even more?

Didn't matter. He needed to do something. He had to simply because - cause - Alex. Cause Alex was here. He had to calm down and save himself, the same way he always did.

He breathed in. It was almost impossible, like he had a cold and kept his mouth completely closed. He felt like he was suffocating. He hated those feeling. The combination of symptoms made the moments even worst to the point of unbearable pain. His head hurt like nothing he ever experienced. His past shoulder injury was a love bite compared to that. He just wanted the pain to end.

“When nothing helps, you just have to take a good, long nap” his mother once told him. Her voice was ringing in her ear. “And when you wake up, Corazón, everything will be okay again”.

She was usually right. He trusted his mama. Maybe she was right now. He tried breathing one more time and failed. Instead the pain made him close his eyes. He wanted to sleep. He wanted it so much and when he woke up he’d be okay again. Yes The pain would be gone and everything would be fine. Then he would be so tired. Physically and mentally.

But as always, he didn’t get what he wanted. Like he was cursed to never fully get whatever he desired.

He wanted love and he got it until it broke him. He wanted success in MotoGP and he got it at the price of being forever doomed as the hated villain. Now he wanted to sleep but a hand kept him awake.

It made him open his eyes. He had to check. Someone had taking his wrist in their hand. He hated the feeling of restriction. He couldn’t identify the pressure exactly but he knew he didn’t like it.

Then blue eyes hit him. Beautiful blue eyes that looked like the ocean had coloured them after it’s own image. He knew those eyes. His gaze was blurry enough not to notice the different shades between the Italian brothers and a helmet covered the featured that gave his mistake away.

It took him back. Just for that moment. He was able to be young and naïve and stupid again. No consequences this time. His brain had given up the capacity to understand and realize that Valentino was in Italy training with the academy boys while his brother – whose features were hurtfully similar to his– was here, right in front of Marc.

Maybe it was the injury. Maybe it was the need to believe it once more, maybe for the last time. He believed that Vale was here, holding his hand one last time. If he was here – that meant something, didn’t it? It had to. Vale never did anything without reason. He wouldn’t stop an academy training for no reason. So if he was here, he was still worth something. Right?

Maybe Luca had been right all those years. Maybe not everything was lost. Maybe this time it wasn’t Vale that drove them apart. Maybe it was his time running out that separated them this time. He could accept this fate.

“Marc! Fuck!” A thick Italian accent yelled at him. Italian accent. Blue eyes. Vale. He said that so many time with countless different emotion. His voice sounded strange, but he was also blurry so he didn’t mind. Marc didn’t even notice it actually. He felt dizzy but his happiness was outweighing it by far. He was just happy.

“-ale” His voice had failed him but he grabbed the hand that was still lingering around his wrist. He grabbed it tight, clawing himself in the skin with the little bit of physical strength he had left. He refused to ever let it go. He was holding it like an anchor, as if it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Don’t worry.. Just focus on me. Focus on my voice and my hand. Okay? You feel my hand, right? Focus and stay with me”

He had lost the warmth and the love that these hands could hold once. He would never let it go again. He never wanted to lose it. He’d do anything to keep it. And now he was speaking so peacefully to him. His voice was worried and he just wanted to calm him. It was like years ago, before reality had destroyed him. But now reality wasn’t an issue.

Marc knew deep down in his bones that this injury was worse than anything. He thought about Marco Simoncelli. Nicky Hayden. Jason Dupasquier. Did they felt the same?

How had they reacted, looked in their bodies, unsure if they would open their eyes again or not. Did they even had the time to feel their souls slip?

He swallowed hard as his mind kept spinning. Vale had been right after all.

His riding got him here. Maybe he was dangerous. But this was just a stupid mistake, no risky move.

Still, his words were stuck in his head. It was like back then when Vale scolded him for riding dangerously and scaring him to death. “I’m not as young as you are anymore. You and those god damn kids will give me a heart attack before I’m 40 if you keep riding like that!” he had said, more scared for his safety than actually angry, not like a few months or years later.

Marc had just laughed. He now wished he had listen. “You love us” he had replied with a cheeky grin which earned him a warning look. The young Spaniard, barely a single MotoGP champion, had smiled innocently and took his face in his hands. “You are not that old” he had dismissed the comment, knowing Vale was still worried about their age difference.

He dead-panned with “I was riding in 125cc when you weren’t even in Kindergarden.” What the Italian didn’t expect was the way the eyes of the other man got a little bit wider and his smile dirtier. “That shouldn’t be as hot as it sounds” “You got daddy issues” “Maybe” he agreed “But you love me anyway and because I only ride risky not suicidal, you’ll have to deal with me for a long, long time, old man”

He had smiled at him. That wonderful, beautiful smile that had made him think everything might end up okay. “Good… Little brat.” “And your kids got the best rider to train them. They’ll be okay. I know you take good care of them” “Mmm… Can we stop talking about the bunch of kids I accidentally adopted when I want to focus on taking care of you?” he had asked sheepish and so he did.

Once more, the Italian took him back to the now. “Alex is calling help. You will get help. Everything will be okay.” He said.

Alex. How could he have forgotten the most important person in his life?

The past was behind him. But one thing would never change. He had to protect him. He promised it to himself. No one would harm Alex. Not even menatlly.

He’d be okay. He’d be alright. He couldn’t be so selfish and only care for himself now, thinking about past relationships when he needed to focus on getting back to his baby brother.

“Alex.” He choked on the little of breath he had. He focused, taking another breath as deep as possible. “Vale-“ At least he got his name now. What a kick of fear for his brother could do to a boy. “Pro- Protect- A-Alex”

That was the most important thing. And he was happy to entrust this task to Vale. He already took care of a bunch of kids. He knew what to do. He was an expert in handling adult men with the personality of a child. He would hopefully agree to add Alex to the mix. Maybe that wasn’t so bad. He could be with Luca.

There would no longer be those long breaks in between where the two lovers couldn’t see each other. It was perfect. Alex would be with Luca and Vale at the ranch. Alex got along with Franky very well, since their day’s as teammates in Moto2. Since the relationship with Luca, he had already befriended Bezzecci and Pecco. And from what he knew Cele and Andrea seemed like good guys. Without Marc in the equation he would definitely earn the hearts of the Italian fans.

Didn’t Franky mention that the academy took care of him when his father died? That Vale embraced him even more, connected with the grieve about Simoncelli. Maybe it was the same now. Vale taking care of Alex because of Marc’s-

He didn’t end his thought. The dizziness had stopped and his gaze became unbearable. He was tired. Fighting for words and consciousness while his mind was still racing had tired him out. His eyes had become smaller and smaller. He was still looking at Valentino’s eyes praying that those he loved would be okay. Then he couldn’t make out the silhouette of the Italian anymore

He fell into a deep darkness and drowned in.

[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]

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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

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