#gordon the GINORMOUS engine

[steam-beasts]

Just a repost of Gordon in his pre-hibernation state. I've started calling this one "Big blue Chungus".

Trust me, you'd definitely see and hear him "thundering down the line"

[my-beloved-ghosts-and-me]

YOU'RE THE QUEEN OF THE KINGDOM THAT HAS MY WHOLE HEART

꒰ synopsis: fate has a weird way of working and you still can fully understand the way everything it's delicately interconnected

꒰ content warnings: nsfw (18+), fem!reader, smut, masturbation, male pov, fem pov, breeding kink if you squint, rough sex, making love, virgin reader (at one scenario), Tangerine is a bit of an asshole, emotionally constipated idiots

author's note: this is probably bad, english it's not my first language, no beta we die like men, im still simping about a motherfucker called Tangerine, lalalas

Tangerine knew that there was no such thing as an easy job, but Jesus Christ nobody ever told him that things could be this fucking difficult.

Lemon warned him. His brother, god bless his good soul, tried to talk his way out of this ridiculous job, but Tangerine didn't listen to him. Maybe he truly was a Gordon after all.

At first, the decision seemed easy. Rescue the White Death's son and bring back the ransom money for a great payment or rescue Tora's sister and keep a job as a nanny in a luxurious house without having to worry about anything but your safety until your brother himself kill the motherfucker who decided to mess with his remaining family for a marvelous payment.

Lemon thought the second option was too easy, too good to be true. Turns out fate really was on their side because the White Death's mission was some kind of trap and everything went to shit. From what they heard, they were going to be dead if they accepted that job.

And now here he was.

Sitting in a ginormous comfortable chair with a fantastic book that he got from your bookcase trying to read while you and Lemon were on the couch talking excitedly about an anime that you convinced him to watch saying that in exchange you would watch all the twenty-four seasons of Thomas the Tank Engine.

He didn't know how much longer he could handle this situation with sanity in his mind, but with how much your brother was paying just for them to keep you safe inside your house he knew he would rather eat his right hand out of his body than mess this up. Even because Lemon, that traitor, was having the time of his life. Every day since the second half of the first week in your house, Lemon says he's grateful for Tangerine accepting the job. The easiest job of their life. And the higher-paying too.

Maybe, just maybe, if Tangerine was a little bit less of a professional this actually would be the easiest job in his life. A beautiful house in the middle of a forest that looks like a scenario out of the fucking Twilight movie that you made Lemon watch in exchange for that one cartoon with the human and the dog, his brother is happy that he finally got a friend to share his interests, a good payment at the end of every month, not even one day of violence since the beginning of this job and you.

The level of frustration and violence running wild in his body is not comprehensible, right?

Everything was just perfect.

.

.

.

Except Tangerine wanted to bend you on every surface in sight and fuck you dumb on his cock at every opportunity. It was the first time he tried to resist the impetus to take something that he wanted and maybe Lemon was right and he should have seen a therapist. But you were just so sweet, always concerned about his well-being, always smiling in the morning and making coffee for you and Lemon and tea for him, always offering yourself to moisturize his hair and asking his opinion on everything like the food you cooked or the books he's reading. It would be hard to resist nevertheless.

But again, Tangerine was a professional. The fact that your brother was one of the most dangerous mafia leaders in Eurasia and you used to date his best mate before he got murdered trying to protect you a few years ago sending your brother into a spiral of madness and cruelty was just a detail.

He didn't know your brother very well, and it was hard to gather pieces of information about him, or you for that matter, but you seemed very fond of him and even if he continued to ignore you every time you tried to reach him you didn't allow him and Lemon speak a bad word about him.

Your soft voice was distracting him from the words displayed in front of him. He didn't even recognize exactly what was being said because he was trying really hard to ignore Lemon and pay attention just to the sound of your voice. Your sweet voice. He didn't know if he was able to live without listening to you every day from now on.

Given the amount of erotic and vivid dreams he's having about you, he doesn't think he will, but physically was way better than his imagination. Although he didn't have the chance to listen to your moans and sighs in reality yet. He did listen to you beg to him once. "Please, Tangerine. Please. I promise you will enjoy it. Let's watch this movie with us." you had said. The first phrase got printed in his brain like a burn and it's almost present in every dream he has about you. You beg so prettily, pouting unconsciously just a little bit. A truly divine sight.

He could feel his cock getting hard at the memory and the annoyance building up inside him together with the hot white desire he feels for you. Why did you have to be so perfect and so good for him? Tangerine knew he would ruin you if he got the chance.

He wanted to fuck you so hard that you wouldn't be able to walk in the ridiculous aristocratic way you always do like the world knows better than demand hurry from you. He would fill you with his dick until you couldn't feel anything else, but him. No sadness, no worries, nothing. Only him and his burning love and desire for you. He would put your mouth to use and with the way you're always so careful with everything you do to him, he bet you would be a natural. He just know you would worship his cock with kisses battling your long lashes at him until he couldn't take any more teasing and started to fuck your mouth with wild abandon like the madman he is. And you would let it because you would be so good to him.

Given the chance, he would kiss you for hours. Slow kisses, steamy makeouts, soft pecks after fucking your brains outs. He wouldn't waste a chance to claim your lips in rough passionate kisses.

But he doesn't get a chance with pretty little things like you. He's not like your ex.

Did Tangerine know anything about your ex or the depths of your relationship? No, just the thought of you loving and touching someone that wasn't him makes him sick in the stomach. But he could tell by the way you spoke about him with Lemon sometimes that he had been different from him.

Although there's one thing that you said that stuck with him and made him think that maybe he and Draken are not that different after all. "He used to say that I was the queen of the kingdom that has his whole heart. I guess I'm in exile now huh?" You spoke softly and laughed when Lemon said he didn't understand what you meant.

Tangerine understood. He understood very well. And given the chance he would give you another kingdom to rule.

"Oh, for fuck sake, you both don't know how to shut up?" Tangerine shouts angrily out of nowhere and both you and Lemon are staring at him like he's some sort of alien.

It's not out of nowhere. He got an aching boner and if he didn't know himself any better he could say a broken heart. He denied himself too much, but you two didn't know that so it looks like out of nowhere.

Your face does show something, a brief emotion he can't read it very well, but after you press the heels of your hands against your eyes and he listens to your small quivering voice, he knows he fucked up again.

"I'm going to my room. I'll sleep early tonight. You guys feel free to stay here in the living room as long as you want okay"

His eyes followed your figure and maybe lingered a little bit on your round arse until you were leaving his sight. Tangerine wants to hug and apologize promising he'll never scream at you again, that he'll never let you sad again. But he can't so maybe it's for the better if you think he's a crazy unpredictable angry man. Like that, you'll stop treating him affectionately and will give him what he deserves from you. Nothing. He wasn't worth of you and he knows it.

Turning his head forward he comes across his brother facing him. They both keep staring at each other and Tangerine suspects Lemon knows what's up with him.

"Gordon wouldn't act like that." Lemon said with a straight face and turned around to face the TV.

If the room was a little bit more silent would be possible to listen to Tangerine's heart breaking a little more.

--x--

The cold of the night was soothing against your warm body and restless mind. You easily could see how you got yourself in this situation, but at the same time, you had no idea how you ended up like this: baking a lemon cake at two in the morning, trying to keep yourself from making a very reckless mistake that could get you in a lot of trouble.

Five years ago your first love and long-term boyfriend Draken got murdered trying to protect you. He was your brother's best friend since childhood and early in your teenage years they started a gang but things escalated quickly. An amazing duo, an unstoppable force, and delicious naive if you stop to think about it now. Nothing could ever last forever.

After your lover's death, your brother started spiraling into a darker path mentally and morally. He became a ruthless murderer, a tireless man, and crawled his way to the top distancing himself from every single person he used to hold dear, including you.

At least that was what everybody thought, but you know that's not true. Even if he refused to talk to you or answer your texts, he never blocked you. He bought you this house, a house that he knew was your dream house since you both were teenagers.

A soft laugh escapes your mouth at the memory while you finish putting the dough into the cake pan. You always said how much you would love to live like the Cullens and even if he claimed he always slept when you forced him, Draken, and the rest of your group of friends to watch Twilight in those rainy autumn evenings, you knew he was paying attention. You just knew. Just like you know he's not the monster people think he is. He's your brother and you have known him all your life.

He still keeping you safe even from afar just like he promised he would after your older brother died in your childhood. He's still your Leo. You know if you could just talk to him, face to face, you could knock some sense into him, but he never let you get close to him. Maybe he knew that too and that's why he refuses to see you but he wouldn't give up on you so you will not give up on him.

Putting the cake pan in the oven you ask yourself how you still handling life without losing your mind. Again, baking a cake in the middle of the night was not the best sign that your mind was 100%, but it's not like you are in the worst-case scenario given your history and current situation. Being a baby witch helps because gives you a sense of fate and fate brings you hope that you are not insane when you feel that everything is going to be alright sooner rather than later. Or maybe you're just delusional, but it works too.

But you didn't feel delusional. You feel like there are missing pieces to this puzzle and that's partially the reason why you awake to see dawn once again. Only partially. You don't like to admit it, but the man sleeping in the room next to yours is also a factor that contributes to your insomnia.

Sitting in the cold soft chair next to the kitchen bench, you let yourself relax a little while looking at the soft light radiating from the oven. Cake for breakfast, just like when you were a child and you had both of your brothers and nothing to worry about, but before you could drown deep in your thoughts a man appears right in front of you, and before you could scream, Lemon's hand cover your mouth and finally you're back to reality.

"What are you doing?" He asks without removing his hand from your mouth so you grab his wrist and push it down yourself.

"What does it look like I’m doing?” you ask.

Rubbing the back of his neck Lemon says a little wary. “Well, to be quite honest it looks like you're going a bit mental."

That gets your attention and your eyes finally snap up to his.

“I’m not going mental, Lemon! I’m making a lemon cake." you say trying to sound calm and composed "Clearly.”

He blinks once, twice. “A lemon cake?”

“Yes.”

“At two in the morning?” Lemon it's trying to read you right now, but he doesn't know which Thomas character he can use to understand you better nor he has watched an episode that could prepare him for this.

You pause, and then answer with a straight face: “Yes. Clearly.”

The younger fruit keeps looking at you expecting you to elaborate a little bit more, but no explanation comes out of your mouth. In the deep silence of the kitchen you both keep staring at each other. You shift your weight between your feet and keep your eyes on his waiting for something, anything, to happen and save you from this situation because you know if you don't make an excuse plausible enough, Lemon will figure you out.

Suddenly you hear a step at the stairs and you know it. He listened to you both talking and he is coming to see what this is about. That's not what you meant when you said you wanted anything to save you from this situation.

A deep voice with a thick british accent comes from behind you. "What the fuck?" Tangerine asks and you know, even without turning around, he's pissed that he got his precious sleep disturbed.

At the first month in your house, he was cranky enough, but Lemon said it was his normal self. A little bit aggressive, a little bit sarcastic, and a huge asshole, but it was his normal self after all so you didn't mind him. He's keeping you safe, he's a good brother and that's such a personal subject for you, he's intelligent and has such good taste in books. He's so unbelievably handsome too. But as time went by he got irrationally angry at little things and apparently he couldn't get a decent night of sleep in a while.

"I'm baking a lemon cake." You answer still without turning around and you're surprised that you can keep your voice calm.

"Why the fuck you would bake a lemon cake at TWO IN THE MORNING? A lemon one nonetheless. It's this some kind of fucking twisted joke? "Let's bake a lemon cake and wake Tangerine up just as he was closing his eyes after hours trying to sleep?". This fucking ridiculous, assholes. If you want to be insane at least keep it quiet." At the end of his little speech he was screaming and although you didn't know exactly what your face was showing, Lemon seemed to take pity on you and decided to speak for you.

"Tangerine, mate, you need to get help."

Oh, at least he tried.

"I need to get help? I'm the one who needs to get help? You both inconsiderate twats decided to be insane and bake a lemon cake late at night and chit-chat until you wake a poor lad trying to rest and I need to get help?" You could bet that Tangerine eye was doing that little twitch thing that always happens when he was about to get into a discussion with Lemon.

"Look, first of all: we weren't even talking that loud, but most importantly: this is her house. It may be a little weird, but there's nothing wrong about it."

You gathered courage enough to turn around and face Tangerine. You weren't scared of him, that was not the problem here. That would be too easy. You could just send a text to Leo and your brother would find someone else to protect you. The real problem was you were uncontrollably attracted to him and how could you not? The man was a god among men, handsome enough to make pornstaches sexy again. When he was angry you could see the veins in his neck popping, his face slowly reddening, his blue eyes darkening and his accent getting thicker while spitting all kinds of curses and insults. But now, in addition to these classical traits, his soft curly hair was falling around his head and he was shirtless, his waistband hanging dangerously slow.

Oh god, you hope he didn't catch your wondering eyes following the line of the hair just below his belly button into his pants.

You already touched yourself thinking of him today. Twice. Nothing new, you've been doing this for almost two months now. But three times was a new personal record.

You had just finished coming down your high when you decided that you wanted to distract your mind from wandering to him again and the best way to do this was baking a cake. But fate had other plans and now you had no choice but to touch yourself again. You honestly don't know how much you could resist the urge to get into your knees and beg to suck him for all he's worth, but if you could delay this humiliation a little bit longer, you would.

You got lost in your thoughts again and didn't realize when the shouting match between the twins started.

Your voice was small, but both of them stopped talking the moment you made yourself present in the situation. "I'm sorry, Tangerine. It was my fault. It will not happen again. Sorry for waking you too, Lemon. I just wanted to clear my mind and baking helps. Let's go back to bed, shall we?" Not a complete lie, just not the whole truth, you think to yourself hoping they would buy it.

You get up without saying anything else and walk towards the stairs hoping you can keep your walk as normal as it ever is and pray that they don't notice how much you wanna run from the kitchen. You still hear their voices from upstairs. "She was kidnapped and we have no idea what happened to her, man." Lemon said trying to defend you, but you already closed the door of your room so you couldn't know how Tangerine replied.

Your cat, Luna, was spread around your bed like she worked all day to pay the rent that was due. Your chance of trying to relieve the aching between your legs was ruined by this fur ball because you may be going a little bit mental, but you draw a line at masturbating around your pet.

Climbing to the soft surface you finally let yourself relax. Luna didn't enjoy it being disturbed, but quickly forgave you when you wrapped your arms around her and started caressing her ears. Feeling the soft fabric of your nightgown and the warmth of your cat around your chest, you started to succumb to the tiredness and the dark even if the desire running through your veins didn't vanish as you would liked to.

Maybe if he wasn't hired by your brother to look out for you or maybe if he actually could develop a relationship with you, but most importantly maybe if he didn't hate your guts for no reason... Maybe if wasn't for that you could try despite the odds. But all you can do right now it's wish for good dreams.

And this was your last thought before falling asleep.

--x--

In the silence of his room, laying in his bed, Tangerine knew he couldn't deny himself any longer. Your flimsy nightgown and perky nipples because of the cold night were his last straw.

He could feel his member in his hand, hot, pulsing, and begging for relief inside his pants.

God knows how much he tried to avoid this from happening because he knows once he lets his mind succumb just a little to the thought of you he will need more and more and soon just thinking about you will not be enough. But now it's over. His cock was throbbing so much and was desperately needing release.

Every goddamn time you made him hard he tried touching himself picturing another woman, but every time it was you that he was imagining you without him even noticing what he was doing. When Tangerine switched back to another woman he became almost instantly soft. It was driving him to the brink of madness and he couldn't deny himself any longer.

He was so eager to finally give in that he didn't even know where to begin with. Should he let you take the lead and be the sweet little thing he knows you are and be all soft and small kisses before giving in to desire shyly and slowly or should he take the lead and ravish you without mercy making you succumb to him faster and messier?

He wants to go down on you, that's for sure, but he can't decide between exploring your body slowly, anticipating you when he finally starts to eat you out, or going straight to the place he dreamed of for almost three months now and devour you until he was satisfied.

"Fucking hell, I need to slow down or I'll come and I didn't even decide exactly how I'm going to take her." Tangerine was getting close to spilling himself all over your stolen panties just with the flashes that he was conjuring of you but he wasn't able to decide how to make you his yet. He decided to test himself to see how much control he had over his body in case he needed to be soft and tender with you in case you're still a virgin and just cum after he was able to conjure both scenarios in his head without touching himself during this process of torture. He needed to prove himself worthy of you and be prepared for all possibilities concerning your well-being.

Tangerine moves his hands to his hair, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath imagining you asking for him to be careful with you "Please, go easy with me okay? I've never done this, not even with Draken? So please be gentle" you would say and he couldn't explain the feeling that bloomed in his chest and made his dick twitch uncontrollable.

"Of course, love. Do you feel prepared enough?" he asked while rubbing his cock along your slick pussy making obvious with the lewd sounds that you were more than ready.

"Yes."

"Can I put in?" he answered pressing the tip of his member in your tight opening.

"Yeah. And don't need to have pity okay? Just worry if I say stop unless keep going" Oh, but how could he not be pitiful of you if you're such a crybaby and he crumbles when he sees you with a tear in your eyes?

"Okay, darling. I'll try my best." Tangerine whispers against your neck, his hot breath making you shiver, before pressing his tip further into you making you suck a little breath.

You put your arms in his shoulders looking down mesmerized by the scene of finally having Tangerine filling you.

At that thought his cock throbbed so violently he instantly knew that he needed to be a little more alert otherwise he would cum before imagining you getting fucked dumb on his cock.

Tangerine is trying to calm himself after being carried away for too long taking deep breaths and holding firm the base of his dick so he wouldn't finish before accomplishing his goal. You will be the death of him, he's sure. Your pussy will be his reason to come back after every job in one piece. He just knew that.

His cock was running hot but stopped twitching a few seconds ago. He was stiff as a board and couldn't even phantom the idea of letting go of the tight grip on his hair because he needed to keep his hands firmly placed somewhere away from his painful and sensitive member.

After a few ragged breaths, he started to move his hand again, slowly and avoiding his sensitive tip.

He knows that once he's fully settled inside your warm tight cunt, he'll be careful and take it slow with you. There's nothing worse than the pace he's imagining for you. Nothing so torturous as feeling you heat swallowing him every time, her walls so tight and unused, begging him to just start going feral, but he knows he need to make you get used to his size.

So, just like that, he's fantasizing about taking you. Slowly, kissing you with eyes closed and tongue insistent, swallowing your mixed moans of pain and pleasure.

The pain was almost too much to bear, but so good at the same time. And the pleasure, oh God, the pleasure he's giving you. Your brain could only think of Tangerine, all you could only, feel, taste, and see was Tangerine. He was everywhere and you felt so full you swear you could feel your belly bulge a little.

Tangerine feels another violent throb run through his dick and his balls are twitching, itching for release. He let go of his dick again and press a pillow into his face screaming in frustration. A sudden urge to just give in and fuck his fist almost make him faint, but he can't give up now. His body was burning and his soft pink lips were bruised with how intense he was biting them, the skin on the verge of breaking with the force of his teeth.

He would never admit it, but the despair he was feeling was so intense that small tears were spilling from the side of his eyes.

"I can do this, I can do this" he thought to himself while taking deep breaths without the pillow on his face. His muscular chest was rising and falling quickly, the red in his face spread into his neck and started to fall into his pectorals, and his body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. A vision to behold.

Your shy tongue started to explore his neck, his skin hot against your wet tongue, and you could feel salty drops of sweat. Your teeth graze against the sensitive flesh and he let a breathy moan close to your right ear. Boldly you suck his pulsing point strong enough to leave a mark and he moans your name loud and clear.

These intrusive thoughts are the death of him. Even without taking his hands from his mischievous hair, his cock was pulsing against his abdomen, leaking from the tip. All his veins are startled like never before and his pretty sure his balls are getting really close to having cramps. Tangerine thought that maybe it was better to get shot in the neck than feel like this, delirious and fighting so hard to control himself for the first time in his life.

"Tangerine, I'm close, please" You didn't know exactly what you were begging for, but Tangerine knew. He picks up his pace? put his large, calloused hand around your neck applying a slight pressure, and keep his lips hovering over yours, like he's trying to decide if he wants to kiss you or keep listening to you moaning his name.

"Come on my cock, love. Be a good girl for me and let yourself go." His raspy voice so filled with desire and something that you still can't figure out what it is yet is enough to send you over the edge. Your orgasm is a hot white force that sends you over the edge and keeps your body spamming for what it seems forever.

The way you keep squeezing the life of his dick is enough to give Tangerine the best orgasm in his life. He's cumming so much inside of you that he's sure you're already full of his seed and he's not even finished yet.

"I can not do this." Tangerine says out loud. Did someone ever die of orgasm denial? Because he was sure he was about to. He was actually in tears at this point and was suspicious that blowing his load would not be that pleasing anymore. There was so much pre-cum pooling in his heated skin even with him stopping himself from touching his throbbing member a few minutes ago.

But now Tangerine could imagine how rough he would take you if this wasn't your first time and without his permission, his imagination started to run wild, and without him realizing it his hands started to crawl their way into his aching cock trying to relieve his pain.

He wasn't going to take it easy on you after everything you made him go through. Tangerine would take you hard, rough, borderline violent, and make you beg for more. More of him, unhinged, a beast out of the cage. More of what only he can give you. By the end, you would be completely addicted to him and his cock in the same way he was already addicted to you.

He would leave marks all over your small body. His fingertips would bruise the soft flesh of your thighs and of your round ass, bites, and hickeys around any smooth skin his hungry mouth could find. Your cunt would be tight and sensitive from the abuse his thick cock, a little too big for you, was making you endure it. But you would love every single second of it, Tangerine was sure.

His big hand was tightening his grip around your delicate neck cutting short your blood circulation and making you feel dizzy. The lewd sound you two were making, moans and skin slapping against skin, was out of a porn movie. To match his pornstache, you think.

You squeeze your tight walls around him and he groans so deep from his chest that you unconsciously squeeze him again.

"Fuck, my dirty little whore. You want me to come inside you so much huh? Is that what you want, love? My cum filling you up to the brim, leaking of you for days?" Tangerine's mouth is right against your ear so you can hear all the sweet sounds he makes, but listening to his voice calling you "his", degrading you, and calling you "love" sends you to another level of delirious"

Tangerine was sure he was losing his mind with how vivid his fantasies were, but now that he was getting close and actually was going to be able to cum he didn't want to question himself about it. His cock was throbbing in his hand, the sounds getting out of his mouth were pure filthy, and his fist slapping against his skin were the only thing he could focus on.

"Tangerine, please, please, please. I'm so close. Keep going just like that, but I'm begging you. Cum inside me. Let's cum together. Please?"

His heart missed a beat. He was staring at your pleading big doe eyes, left hand holding your hips in a bruising grip, right hand still holding your neck itching to give you a soft slap in the face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Tangerine hisses through his perfect white teeth and when he's just about to spill all his seed, he fantasizes about you saying you love him, right after you finish. He's imagining you pulling him into your tight embrace after he pumped you full of his seed, his head resting on your soft tits, both of you trembling and heavy breathing.

Deep down he wants to think that you were holding all of his ugly and twisted sides of him. Deep down he's dreaming that you hugging him despite his dark desire for the result of this night to be your belly swollen with his child.

And with that wild picture, you round with his baby inside you, he cums. And he doesn't stop cuming, his balls heavy with much more of his thick seed to spill. Such a mess everywhere. His hand, abs, cock. He was sure you wouldn't mind licking him clean.

The sudden image of you on your knees with his cock in your mouth sends a new wave of fresh desire through his guts. Looking left while sighing he sees your stolen panties. In the middle of his self-imposed torture he forgot about it, but now he's going to start over he could put it to good use. He doesn't mind his burning, sweaty body nor his lack of oxygen because of his uneven breathing, the only thing he cares about it now it's his still hard cock.

This is gonna be a long night, isn't it?

--x--

You wake up the next morning feeling thoroughly fucked feeling your body running hot. You have a few flashes of your dream with Tangerine and you are actually on the verge of tears realizing that it was just a dream just like Bella in Breaking Dawn. In the only day you don't touch yourself to the thought of him it's the day that your brain reminds you of what you shouldn't try to ignore.

Maybe if you didn't manifested your life in your early teens wishing a life like Twilight and other book series your life wouldn't be such a mess right now and even with all the disasters in the history, the romance plot was the one consuming you the most.

Speaking of manifestation, you did asked for a sign that the spell you used of that old book with hand-written spells worked. And since you don't believe in coincidences there must be a connection between these things no? Maybe you should ask for a clearer sign.

[skymaiden32]

Path of Construction

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Here it is. The last chapter of Path of Construction, and thus we are caught up! Up next is Danger in the North Sea...

Not my best chapter, in my opinion, but it does its job and I might come back to rewrite it later...

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“How much longer?!” Virgil yelled over the din of machinery and general chaos in the cockpit. This was both so much like the first Crablogger and so much unlike it at the same time. He silently cursed whoever decided these things were a good idea. “Scott and Gordon need our help!” His brother glanced over to the gauge displaying how much time was left before the emergency stop went into full effect.

“Two minutes!”

“Yeah, the longest two minutes of our lives!” Virgil huffed. “And quite possibly theirs too!”

“Virgil…” John sounded calmer than he should be. “Calm down…”

“Oh trust me, John. I’m as calm as I could be in this situation!” Thunderbird 2’s pilot started to rant. “We’re here, still waiting for this ginormous government passion project to stop while our b-“ He caught himself, remembering the two crew members that were in there with them. “While our colleagues are quite possibly being held hostage by a complete psychopath! Who, by the way, we have no idea what they look like, or even what their gender is…”

John gave him a look as the Crablogger slowly, surely, came to a complete stop. “You were saying?” The astronaut looked towards the crew, who simply gave the operatives a thumbs up. Having gotten the sign that they could leave with no fear of further danger, John stalked out, determination set in his gaze as he dragged Virgil behind him.

Back to Thunderbird 2 to quickly formulate a plan, and they would be ready to take on this saboteur and get their family back…

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Gordon could hear Scott moan as he pulled his head up in a futile attempt to stay awake. The aquanaut frowned. The blood loss was starting to affect his big brother a concerning amount. Not much longer, and Scott would loss consciousness. Significantly longer than that, and they would lose Scott. He grimaced. They better get here soon…

“Hang in there, Scooter.” He muttered. “Just a bit longer, and we’ll be at home with a slice of Grandma’s apple pie before you know it…”

His frown deepened when he got no response from his brother, verbal or otherwise.

Then, he heard something. A soft rumbling sound, and one he was very glad to hear. He smirked, earning a sneer from Omega, who looked up from sharpening their knife to glare at him.

“What now?” Omega snapped. Gordon couldn’t find it in him to care about that.

“Are you familiar with techniques used to mask the sound of engines when on stealth missions?” He asked innocently. Omega glanced around, rightly suspecting something. Despite this, Virgil and John had thankfully hidden themselves very well.

“No.” Omega deadpanned. “And I hardly think I want to know…”

Gordon sighed. “Well, you see that’s where you’re wrong…” The tranquilliser dart seemed to come from nowhere, embedding itself firmly in Omega’s thigh. The last thing the Hood’s agent heard before passing out, struggling to stay awake for just a little longer, was the aquanaut’s soft chuckle. The Hood was right. These people were terrifying and needed to be stopped… “I was trying to warn you. John’s an excellent shot…”

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Virgil took one look at Scott’s leg as he strapped his unconscious brother onto the stretcher, and promptly decided that he wasn’t going anywhere for the next few weeks. Quite right too. From the looks of it, he was going to struggle with it even when it was fully healed.

Arrangements had to be made for who would be flying what home. Jeff, upon hearing the situation, made the decision that Gordon would fly Thunderbird 2 home while Virgil stayed in the medical bay with Scott, and John would take Thunderbird 1.

“I want a full report when you boys get home.” Those had been Jeff’s exact words. Their father hesitated. “After that, International Rescue is shutting down for 48 hours while we decide what to do.” Having sensed their arguments, Jeff had held up a single hand, and gave them a look. All words that would’ve been said for IR to remain operational died on their tongues. Their father had stuck to that decision, and he was sticking to it. All that was left to do now was to head home…

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It wasn’t until a few hours after they had gotten home that Scott finally woke up. The eldest Tracy brother groaned, blinking away the blurry vision that he was forced to struggle with, before sighing regretfully, recognising the room he was in all too well. He looked around groggily, before his gaze fell on an exhausted looking Gordon, who was holding his coffee protectively. Virgil was asleep on his other side, clinging to his hand as he slept. Scott squeezed back.

He cleared his throat, alerting Gordon to his new conscious state. The aquanaut almost dropped his coffee. “Scott?” Gordon whispered, trying not to wake Virgil up. The medic was truly terrifying whenever he was woken up for no reason. Sure, Scott waking up after being shot probably would’ve curbed that fury somewhat, but it was better to be safe than sorry. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“I’m okay.” Scott croaked back, frowning when he realised how thirsty he was. “Just some water, and an explanation as to how we managed to get home…”

Gordon nodded, sprinting out to get some water, and presumably, the rest of the family. He came back with the water and quite literally the entirety of the household, taking Scott somewhat aback. He wordlessly took the glass as Virgil stirred next to him, undoubtedly woken up by the onslaught of extra people.

Virgil looked tiredly around, eyes landing on Scott’s surprisingly alert face, and smiled, a look of relief appearing on his own. Then he looked at the crowded doorway and the smile vanished almost as soon as it appeared. “Okay. Anyone who isn’t one of our brothers or our father, out! Give him some space.”

“Virgil…” Scott attempted to soothe. He was ignored. Until his next words, at least. “What about Grandma?”

Virgil stiffened, feeling the eyes of Ruth Tracy fall on him. “Okay, Grandma too…” Jeff’s mother grinned. “But no one else. Sorry, but you can talk to him later…”

Once Brains and the Kyrano’s left, Scott looked around his family, silently demanding an explanation. “So… what happened?”

Virgil’s harsh whisper seemed to echo through the room. “The Crablogger’s cursed. I’m sure of it.” Jeff gave his second eldest a warning look.

“It’s… complicated.” John scratched the back of his neck. “And long…”

Scott smiled tiredly, gesturing to his bad leg. “We’ve got a while…”

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Alan grinned as Thunderbird 3 docked, waiting patiently with his bags around him as the airlock swung open, his brothers walking out. Well, on crutches in Scott’s case, but it still counted.

His eldest brother smiled as he waved in his direction. “Heya, Allie…”

Alan grinned as he waved back. “Hi Scott!” He caught the gaze of the other astronaut behind, who was carrying the bags. “Hi John! Bet you two didn’t think you’d see me this soon, huh?”

Scott huffed in amusement. “Didn’t think I’d be starting my shift early with a bad leg, either.”

John hummed. “Oh, trust me, big brother, it’s for the best.” His grin widened. “You won’t be able to push back your recovery time by doing too much up here. Plus, you’re doing next month’s full shift as well. It will give the rest of us some peace and quiet…”

Their brother gasped in mock shock. “So you guys are banishing me…” Scott chuckled.

After John had finished moving the bags around, he grabbed one of Alan’s and moved in to give their elder brother a hug. “Remember what Virgil said. No walking without crutches for another week, and-“

He was quickly cut off. “And call him if I need help. I got it, Spaceman. Don’t worry…”

John pulled away, heading for the airlock. “We always do…”

Alan was next, barrelling into a tight hug, although he was mindful of his brother’s injury. “Be careful, Alan…”

“I will.” Alan grinned. “Same goes for you. See you in a month and a half!”

Scott chuckled, giving Alan one last squeeze. “See you then, Sprout. I love you…”

“I love you too, big brother…” And just like that, they were gone. Thunderbird 3 was on the way towards home. And towards new adventures.

Scott sighed as he watched his brothers disappear. Hopefully those adventures would lead them far away from the Hood. And Agent Omega. Now that was a thought. Just what had happened to Omega after International Rescue had left?

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“I’m so sorry, Master!” Omega’s tone was frantic as they knelt in front of the Hood, who leaned back in his throne, unimpressed. “I will not fail you again! I assure you, International Rescue will fall at my hand, in your name. Please, just give me another chance…”

The room fell silent, and the sound of the Hood’s fingernails hitting his armrest echoed. “Why should I?” The Hood spat. “I already gave you a perfectly good chance. The perfect chance, in fact, to destroy that pitiful band, and you blew it.”

“I’m sorry… I will do whatever you wish of me… Just please don’t kill me…”

The Hood smiled, a sickly smile that somehow conveyed sympathy and care. “Why would I kill you? You are my best agent. I would not kill you.” Something seemed to click in the master criminal’s demented mind. “Yes. You are my best… But even you must make mistakes occasionally…” The Hood hummed. “Very well. I will give you another chance.” Omega swallowed down their sigh of relief. “But fail me again, and the consequences will be dire…”

“Of course, sir…” Agent Omega could barely hide their fear and anxiety. Maybe if they were lucky, the Earth would open up and swallow them whole…

“Good.” The mastermind closed his eyes, sighing. “Now go. I have some planning to do to fix your mistake of letting those Tracy’s survive.”

Omega quickly turned, bowing to their master, before hastily leaving the room. They were looking forward to going toe to toe with International Rescue again. But until then, it was going to be a long few months…

[jayde-jots]

Small warning! I am going to take some time to do some art that needs doing because of a small hole I dug. I started little plot lines with @crossover-fraternity and @dieselstooyou and @kingdicemrwheezyflowertor . For dieselstooyou I sort of need to finally come up with a design for Diesel 10 for Lazuli's fused body to make sense because if the guy defuses your gonna have one person missing from a two-person fusion. I need to design Jayde's chauffeur/bodyguard body for Jayde because normally their only a few inches taller than Gordon's humanoid body, otherwise their military-ready body is considered ginormous. I also need to design the interior for Jayde's quadcopter since that's where the engines are gonna be staying until their sorted out and back to normal. And I also need to design Diesel's body because otherwise I have designs for Hercules and Zebedee and none for Diesel yet. Some pieces might take longer than others, I already know what I'm going to be doing, drawing them is just what's going to take the time. I hopefully should have the Jayde stuff done first because that's the priority at the moment because of how much detail there will be. So I just ask that you guys keep your pants on for maybe a day and I can show everything off.

[sciencetechnologyandsociety-blog]

12. STS Final Research Paper  Geo-Engineering and the Possibility of Weaponizing Climate Arqam Khan

Climate at its extreme can be described as a calamity. When in its most extreme state it can be used was a weapon. As the weather patterns shift and the climate becomes warmer, scientists and engineers are beginning to investigate the methods to shape the Earth’s cloud cover or try and change the oceans chemical composition. This is all due to the alarming rate at which the Earth is warming up. When scientists try and intervene they try to “geo-engineer” the climate patterns of a particular area. Geo-engineering can be described as a deliberate, large scale intervention in the climate which has been specially designed to reduce or counter act the effects of global warming. It can be placed in two broad categories, one aims to reduce the carbon dioxide emissions from atmosphere and solar radiation management. The former aims to extract the excess carbon dioxide in the atmosphere and deposit it elsewhere, and the latter reduces the amount of sunlight entering the planet. Let’s review the current climatic situation and how geo-engineering is being used to cause small shifts in the way climate behaves. The sea ice in the Arctic is melting and the Earth is losing bit by bit, its albedo or reflectivity, this white ice is replaced by deep blue sea water, which doesn't reflect back any sunlight. The solution for this was to try and make more of the Earths surface lighter, so that more of the Earths warmth can be reflected back. The plans proposed included to paint roof tops white, and to cut down the vast forests in Siberia and Canada to expose the snow covered forest floor, as excess vegetation can be a downside as it absorbs too much solar radiation. At a local scale, many attempts have been made to rescue the Peruvian glaciers that have started to melt, their disappearance has caused harm to the local livestock and grasslands, which have been deprived of water. The locals have painted the dark mountains with a slurry of white lime, water and sand, which helps the mountains stay cooler and form ice. Many other forms of geo-engineering have been done to control the climate such as creating a cloud between the Earth and the Sun from dust mined on the moon to create a black cloud effect, which reduces the number of solar radiation by a few numbers. This is similar to an experiment conducted by the US military, since climatic control has long been a point of interest for the military. Americans have long lived under the fear of atomic radiation and chemical pollution, a belief that the air might be unsafe to breathe. The fear that something is corrupting the environment has returned in more recent times, which has given a rise to geo-engineering. The International Energy Agency of OECD released its annual “World Energy Outlook, which is seen as the authority on energy, communicated that the dream of being able to keep the temperature below the 2 degree centigrade level is a small dream now, since by the rate of energy projections in 2017, the temperature is expected to warm 3.5 to 6 degrees in the coming years. The evidence is mounting, and the seriousness of the situation is not one with which we are fully comfortable. For the past decade scientists and environmental groups have been confused at the widening gap between the evidence and the statistics being considered by the major emitting nations. After the global Kyoto agreement in 1997, it was widely believed that the world would respond by trying to reduce the number of emissions, but soon its inadequacy was seen, as most of the nations were still producing emissions and the numbers were higher than before. In the 1970s and 1980s the global carbon dioxide emissions had grown by 2 percent. In the 2000’s the global carbon dioxide rate went up to an astonishing 3 percent each year.  Furthermore the science of climatic change came under attack from the denialist’s who flat out rejected the science and its evidence of global warming. The military interest in weather modification has been extensive, since the Cold War era the ability to control and modify weather was seen as an equal to the space race. Since both sides had eagerly looked for methods of weather control.  Since technological breakthroughs opened up the possibility of an altered landscape, military agencies have been secretly conducting experiments and studies to try and modify climate. A part of a study commissioned by DARPA, (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency) an arm of the Pentagon research facility, looked at the possibility of creating a “black cloud”, which reduced the effects of incoming solar radiation. Another case would be HAARP, (High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program), a research program based in a sub-artic facility in Alaska. HAARP is an ionospheric research program jointly funded by the U.S. Air Force, the U.S. Navy and DARPA (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency). Its essential purpose is to analyze and surveil the ionosphere and for the development of sophisticated machinery for the surveillance of the atmosphere. It is said to be part of a new generation of sophisticated weaponry developed under the US Strategic Defense Initiative (SDI). It is operated by the Air Force Research Laboratory Space Vehicles Directorate. HAARP consists of a system of powerful antennas capable of producing modifications of the ionosphere. Though it has never on record been used to produce any major modifications which would have been noticed by the wider public, scientist Dr.  Nicholas Begich, who is actively involved in the campaign against HAARP, states that the machinery is a powerful technology that lifts the areas of the ionosphere and by focusing a beam of radio waves it heats up a particular area of the atmosphere, these waves then bounce back to Earth and penetrate everything from living to dead. Dr. Rosalie Bertell on the other hand describes HAARP as a heater of ginormous means which can disrupt the atmosphere on a huge scale. Since it creates holes in the atmospheres layers which can also let in deadly radiation. The most prominent instrument in the Gakona labs is the IRI (Ionospheric Research Instrument) which is a high powered radio wave transmitter.  Though it can be seen as large scale heater, to date no weather distrutions have been directly linked to the facility or its research. Though the rising debate on global warming has shown us the true picture of the climate situation on Earth, and we can now see evidence of the impact of greenhouse gas emissions on the ozone layer, the world climate can now be modified as a part of a new generation of sophisticated non-lethal weapons. Dr. Rosalie Bertell claims that the weather modification technologies can now be used by the military to enhance and change weather systems, this means the machinery can be used as potential weapons. The methods include the enhancing of storms and the diverting of vapor rivers in the Earth’s atmosphere to produce targeted weather calamities such as droughts or floods. The US has already somewhat perfected this technology under HAARP. Recent studies show that HAARP is a fully operational facility and has the power to potentially trigger floods, droughts, earthquakes and hurricanes. From a military standpoint one can definitely use it as a weapon which has the ability to selectively destabilize agricultural and ecological systems of an entire region.   HAARP has been presented to the public as a tool for scientific and academic research but he US military documents suggest that HAARP’s main objective is to exploit the ionosphere for the Department of Defense, without it being explicitly referred to HAARP program. The US Air force points the use of induced ionospheric modifications as a means to alter weather patterns and disruptiong enemy communications.   In a paper published in the journal of “Society for Science and Public” author Louise Purret says that man has both intentionally and by accident discovered ways to modify the weather. Weather modification isn't a new thing, many meteorologist have found that by dropping powdered dry ice, silver iodide and other particulate matter into the clouds, can actually induce or enhance precipitation. This has been used to alleviate severe drought in Florida. Rain enhancements techniques have become increasingly more sophisticated, and cloud seeding has been applied to a number of weather modifications. In 1968, Gordon J. F. MacDonald a geophysicist who is a member of the U.S. President’s Council on Environmental Quality says that presipitation can be used to inhibit or camouflage ground operations, even on a more serious note he said that the possibility of seeding clouds to remove moisture can prevent rain from reaching lands downwind causing major droughts.   The U.S. Department of Defense has long been known to conduct weather modification research. Project Cirrus, sponsored by DOD and carried out by General Electric Co. contributed the basis of the technology we see today as cloud seeding. The DOD is also a sonsor of Project Stormfury and project Nile Blue, which has funds in excess of $2.5 million. Using a powerful computer, lilac IV, Nile Blue scientists tried to develop models of the the arts climate, and in 1969 on the request of the Government of Philippine Islands conducted extensive rainmaking activities to relive the drought in the islands. Though reports emerged that the United States were using weather modification expertise as a weapon of war in Southeast Asia.   The accusations range from sending the U.S. planes to seed the clouds over the Ho Chi Minh Trail to increase rainfall and thus block infiltrating troops from North Vietnam to causing the floods in North Vietnam in 1971. The floods killed more than a million people and displaced many more. They also ruined the rice crop and since this was the first year that North Vietnam was supposed to be independent of the Soviet Union and China for its rice supply. The normal seasonal monsoons were said to have been given a boost by the United States. Though rain- fall can be enhanced or induced depending on the area, the actual amount of increase can be quite limited, and cloud conditions must match a certain set of pre-set requirements for the seeding to be effective. On the other hand, it is generally agreed that some military use of weather modification is being made.

Thus one can state that weather as a whole can be used to modify as well as be used as a weapon, since small scale actions can have large major impacts on different weather systems and as a whole the Earth’s weather patterns. The impact od such modifications can wreck havoc on human lives if used as a method of warfare.

Bibliography:

Hamilton, Clive. Earthmasters: The Dawn of the Age of Climate Engineering. Yale University Press, 2013

Chossudovsky, Michel. Washington's New World Order Weapons Have the Ability to Trigger Climate Change. http://www.mapcruzin.com/climate-warfare/new-world-order.pdf

Purrett, Louise A. Weather Modification as a Future Weapon. Society for Science & the Public, 1972

[my-beloved-ghosts-and-me]

I'm high, I have hyperfocus and this motherfucker named Tangerine is now the biggest hyperfocus of mt life now

I just don't know if I should finish this, it's just a draft but I'm serious considering finish a smut for the first time ever

English it's not my first language and lalalas

Tangerine knew that there's no such thing as an easy job, but Jesus Christ nobody ever told him that things could be this fucking difficult.

Lemon warned him. His brother, god bless his good soul, tried to talk his way out of this ridiculous job, but Tangerine didn't listened to him. Maybe he truly was a Gordon after all. And now here he was. Sitting in a ginormous comfortable chair with a fantastic book that he got from your bookcase trying to read while you and Lemon were on the couch talking excitedly about an anime that you convinced him to watch saying that in exchange you would watch all the twenty-four seasons of Thomas the Tank Engine.

He didn't know how much longer he could handle this situation with sanity in his mind, but with how much your brother were paying just for them to keep you safe inside your house he knew he would rather eat his right hand out of his body than mess this up. Even because Lemon, that traitor, was having the time of his life. Every day since the second half of the first week in your house, Lemon says he's grateful for Tangerine accepting the job. The easiest job of their life. And the higher-paying too.

Maybe, just maybe, if Tangerine was a little bit less of a profissional this actually would be the easiest job in his life. A beautiful house in the middle of a forest that looks like a scenario out of the fucking Twilight movie that you made Lemon watch in exchange of that one cartoon with the human and the dog, his brother is happy that he finally got a friend to share his interests, a good payment at the end of every month, not even one day of violence since the beginning of this job and you.

The level of frustration and violence running wild in his body it's not comprehensible right?

Everything was just so perfect...

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.

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Except Tangerine wanted to bend you in every surface in sight and fuck you dumb on his cock at every opportunity. It was the first time he tried to resist the impetus to take something that he wanted and maybe Lemon was right and he should have seen a therapist. But you were just so sweet, always concerned about his well-being, always smiling in the morning and making coffee for you and Lemon and tea for him, always offering yourself to moisturize his hair and asking his opinion in everything like the food you cooked or the books he's reading. It would be hard to resist nevertheless.

But again Tangerine was a professional. The fact that your brother were one of the most dangerous mafia eaders of the Eurasia and you used to date his best mate before he got murdered trying to protect you a few years ago sending your brother into a spiral of madness and cruelty was just a detail.

--x--

He could feel his member in his hand, hot, pulsing and begging for relief. Just God knows how much he tried to avoid this from happening because he knows once he let his mind succumb just a little to thought of you he will need more ande more and soon just thinking about you will not enough. But now it's over. His cock was throbbing so much and was desperately needing release. Every goddamn time you made him hard he tried touching himself picturing another woman, but every time it was you that he was imagining you without him even noticing what he was doing. When Tangerine switched back to a another woman he became almost instantly soft. It was driving him to the brink of madness and he couldn't deny himself any longer.

He was so eager to finally give in that he doesn't even know where to begin with. Should he let you take the lead and be the sweet little thing he knows you are and be all soft and smalls kisses before giving in to desire shyly and slowly or should he take the lead and ravish you without mercy making you succumb to him faster and messier?

He definitely wants to go down on you that's for sure, but he couldn't decide between exploring slowly your body anticipating you to when he finally starts to eat you out or going straight to the place the dreamed for almost three months now and devour you until he was satisfied.

"Fucking hell, I need to slow down or I'll come and I didn't even decided exactly how I'm going to take her." Tangerine was getting close to spill himself all over your panties just with the flashes that he was conjuring of you but he hasn't able to decide how to make you his yet. He decided to test himself to see how much control he had over his body in case he needed to be soft and tender with you in case you're stil a virgin and just cum after he was able to conjure both scenarios in his head without touching himself during this process of torture. He needed to prove himself worthy of you and be prepared for all possibilities concerning your well-being.

Tangerine move his hands to his hair, close his eyes and take a deep breath imagining you asking for him to be careful with you "Please, go easy with me okay? I've never did this, not even with Draken? so please be gentle" you would say and he couldn't explain the feeling that bloomed in his chest and made his dick switch uncontrollable.

"Of course, love. Do you feel prepared enough?" he asked while rubbing his cock along your slick pussy making obvious with the lewds sounds that you were more than ready.

"Yes."

"Can I put in?" he answered pressing the tip of his member in your tight opening.

"Yeah. Don't need to have pity okay? Just worry if I say stop, unless keep going" Oh, but how could he not be pitiful of you if you're such a cry baby and he crumble when he see you with tear in your eyes.

"Okay, darling. I'll try my best." Tangerine whispers against your neck, his hot breath making you shiver, before pressing his tip further into you making you suck a little breath.

You put your arms in his shoulders looking down mesmerized by the scene of finally having Tangerine filling you.

At that thought his cock throbbed so violently he instantly knew that if he needed to be more a little more alert otherwise he would cun before imagining you getting fucked dumb.

Tangerine is trying to calm himself after being carried away for too long taking deep breaths. You will be the death of him, he's sure. Your pussy will be his reason to come back after every job in one piece. He just knew that.

--x--

You wake up the next morning feeling throughly fucked feeling you body running hot. You have a few flashes of you dream with Tangerine and you are actually on the verge of tears realizing that it was just a dream just like Bella in Breaking Dawn. In the only day you don't touch yourself to the thought of him it's the day that your brain reminds you of what you shouldn't try to ignore.

Maybe if you didn't manifested your life in your early teens wishing a life like Twilight and other book series your life wouldn't be such a mess right now and even with all the disasters in the history, the romance plot was the one consuming you the most.

Speaking of manifestation, you did asked for a sign that the spell you used of that old book with hand-written spells worked. And since you don't believe in coincidences there must be a connection between this things no? Maybe you should ask for a clearer sign.