#how to use cold laser on dog

[laservetbcure]

Achilles tendon injuries in dogs can be challenging and painful, but with timely intervention and appropriate treatment, dogs can make a successful recovery and regain their mobility. Understanding the common causes, recognizing the signs and symptoms, and seeking prompt veterinary care are crucial steps for a positive outcome.

[ladsrants]

Caleb who is so afraid of losing you that it starts to keep him up at night. He has nightmares constantly, waking up in cold sweats, gasping for air like he had just been suffocated.

Caleb whose smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes the way it used to when he looked at you. Not that he was unhappy, but he was drained. He would never let you know that though.

Caleb who you only saw in the kitchen when he was cooking for you. He lost his love for the art a little in the chaos of his mind. But he had to take care of you. It wasn’t an option.

Caleb who became even colder at work if possible. His patience worn thin, his response to ‘problems’ the easiest route out. He was tenser than usual, his footsteps echoing the hallways with a weighted thud. Imposing. Threatening. Bone chilling.

Caleb who came home one Tuesday and didn’t come to your room to greet you. Went straight to his room, and collapsed onto his mattress still in uniform. His long legs bent over the edge of the bed as he gripped the silver dog tags draped under his jacket in his hand.

Caleb who couldn’t even bring himself to move when he heard his bedroom door creak open. Your soft footsteps causing the floorboards to whine under their weight as you came to sit next to him with furrowed brows of worry. He’s a terrible person. Making you fret like this. You’re too soft, too beautiful, too perfect to ever have to worry about anything. How dare he even be in the same room as you. He was bound to lose you and it would be his own fault for being weak-

“Earth to Caleb, hello? You there?”

His eyes laser focused on you with a rushed ease at the sound of your voice. You looked like an angel. That soft, sentimental smile. Paired with the way your hair was pulled back in a messy pony tail. God you were like a perfect storm.

He tried to speak, fought to make words leave his lips. But instead his throat felt tight. A lump forming as his mouth ran dry. His teeth molded together with emotional cement. Then. Your fingers. Your hand gently pushed his hair back, your touch so soft it was comparable to a feather.

“Hey…Get out of your head for a minute okay? I’m right here…”

And so the dam broke. His lips pulling into a tight line as he leaned into your touch. His eyes squeezing shut, his cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment as he choked out a few words.

“I’m sorry…I don’t deserve you…But I’m too selfish to let you leave.”

The words were heavy in the air, his mind swirling with every negative response you could have that in his mind were all justified. His heart pounding. But instead.

“Dummy…I’m not going anywhere…You’re my Caleb…and I don’t need anyone else.”

A beat. His heart fell to his gut.

“If that makes you selfish then I guess I’m an enabler for selfish behavior”

His eyes opened wide at your words, the violet shade shining with unspoken emotion as he swallowed harshly. His mind spinning.

This was his remedy for life. You. Somewhere along the path of trying to be strong when you didn’t need it, he missed the memo that he could lean on you sometimes too.

[nochepsicodelica]

Mornings with the clingy bear (Toji my beloved <3) when he wakes up before you, but there's no agenda for the day so he just gets to watch you sleep until you wake up on your own. Despite how much he dislikes when you sleep in without him, being able to admire your peaceful, sleeping features makes up for it. Who would ever assume that this sleeping princess could be capable of wreaking so much havoc, but also be the one screaming mayday? He swears you'll give him a heart attack one day. He's too old for your insanity, but god, he wouldn't ask you to change a thing and he's not dying to get away from you. Quite the opposite, actually. The closer you are, the better.

He was careful not to move too fast, to not wake you up as he traced your dormant features. Green eyes roamed over your lips, your cheeks, your nose and your eyes. He had to fight the urge to not roughly drag you closer towards him and squeeze the life out of you.

Your eyebrows pinch and your nose scrunches, your eyes still shut. "Ugh, it's like you're pointing a laser at my forehead," you croak, pulling the blanket up to cover your face. You're stirring under the blanket, on the brink of waking up. If Toji were a dog, which he's not because he's a bear, his tail would be thumping against the bed <3

You throw the blanket off your head, a lazy smile on your face that heavily contrasted your tone from a couple minutes ago. His attention causes you to giggle. He's so focused on you, it's hard not to laugh.

Finally, you're awake so he can pull you closer. You're already touching, but you're not wedged together and that's exactly what he needs in this moment.

"What's that giggle about? Huh?" He asks, pulling your body right up against his. His nose pokes your cheek, his lips resting on the space just below it, luring another laugh from you.

"You woke me up, like you always do, Toji. I can't ever sleep in with you," you say, no bite to your words at all.

"That's too bad, isn't it? It's why I tell you to go to sleep at a reasonable time yet you still go to sleep past midnight, hm?"

"Whatever."

"Mhm, whatever," he says, copying you. "Whatever, until tomorrow morning when I do it again, but with less mercy."

You groan and turn to face him. You can't even be annoyed with him when he looks so good.

"There are so many things you can do without me in the morning," you say, cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing his skin, affectionately. "You can... go on a walk or watch TV. Ooo, you can get breakfast going so that when I wake up, it's ready."

He mimics the gentleness of your touch on his cheek, his palm rubbing your lower back. "Don't wanna. That's boring."

"Tojii," you whine, removing your hand from his face, attempting to turn away from him.

"Without you," he corrects, using the hand he has on your back to prevent you from getting too far. "Why make breakfast alone when we can do it together?"

"You mean I cook and you either just watch or you get in my way?"

"You know it, mama," he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

"It's literally eight in the morning, Toji. You should be thrown in jail for disturbing my slumber," you say, attempting to distract him from the color that spreads onto your cheeks.

"Nah, you'd miss me." A smug grin creeps its way onto his lips.

"Mm..." you hum, acting like you're unsure if that's a certain fact. This is you wreaking havoc. You say and do a lot of things that drive him crazy, and now—with proof—even just humming out a response will do that to him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing at all," you say, the hint of a smile on your face.

"No?" If Toji were a dog, which he's not because he's a bear, his ears would be down and his tail would no longer be wagging </3

You sigh. "I'm messing with you. You know I would miss you like hell."

"Oh, really?" He scoffs, in disbelief. "You're ice cold for that, mama. Need me to warm you up, huh?" He says, gliding the hand he has on your lower back across the expanse to grip your waist.

You put your hand over his. "Nope. This blanket is keeping me warm. It does the job just fine."

"I'm better than the blanket," he argues, rolling onto you, unexpectedly.

You groan before you laugh at the feeling of the spontaneous weight laid on top of you, your chest barely able to move with the gesture because of the iron-like hold he had on you. An unbreakable bear hug, if you will :(

"Toji," you say, voice strained yet still managing to muster out your giggling. "Toji, you're crushing me."

"Mm..." he hums, dismissively. He buries his face into your neck, sparing some kisses for it while he listens up close to the sound of your groans of being compressed, mixed with laughter, as you try to push him off. This is you shouting mayday after the chaos you made for yourself and Toji has no intention of swooping in to save you from himself.

You eventually surrender, because all your pushing is futile against Toji, who wasn't moved an inch by you. Lying on you and holding you so tight was beginning to backfire on him. He was starting to feel more like a heated, weighted blanket on you, now. It was reeling in your tiredness, again.

"Mmm... I could fall back asleep like this. Please, can I, baby?" you mumble, shutting your eyes.

"Yeah? Now you're comfortable?" He asks, teasingly, while watching you relax under him.

"You're warmer," you admit. "And clearly more suitable for cuddling."

"You're trynna butter me up, aren't you?" He says, sighing into your neck, tiredness returning to him as well.

"Maybe... One more hour, baby. Please? All I need is one more hour," you say, bringing your arms up onto his back. "I won't complain later when you make me take a nap with you," you add, to further bribe him. "We can do anything you want, too. Nothing is off limits." You turn your head and press a kiss to his temple.

He sighs, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "It's hard to say no to all of that. You gonna be real sweet to me later today?"

"Of course. I'm gonna smother you and be so disgustingly affectionate that you'll want to sleep on the couch tonight for some separation."

He bites. Being loved on by you anytime sounds like a dream. Space will never be his response to your affection, when he thrives off of it.

"Fine," he grumbles, like it was hard for him to come to his decision. "Only one more hour. Gonna stay here, though, since i'm already comfortable."

[kawhh]

I was once again bullied with Jack thoughts until all hours. Already considering a part 2 lmao.

Jack Hughes x Reader

Warnings: cum play, pathetic Jack, whiny behaviour, tit worship, biting, tit job, rubbing his cum into your skin., praise.

1.3k words

"Baby.. baby wake up.."

You're stirring awake at your shoulders being shaken, the sounds of desperate whines reaching your ears, soft broken teary sounding whimpers being scattered in.

The feeling of soft hair nuzzling against the side of your jaw as he buries his neck into your head, rubbing against your skin like a damn cat. He's mouthing against your skin like he's trying to taste you, fully rousing you from your sleep.

Sliding your hands gently into his hair, tugging just enough to yank his head back even as he fights your grip to stay buried against your skin, moaning as the slight pain makes pre-cum already leak out of his head, feeling like the world will end if he can't have you.

"Waited so long to wake you up.. wanted to be good.."

Your shorts are soaked, the fur at the edges of the waistband brushing against your bare skin is matted. He's clearly been grinding against you for a while, leaking all over you. He's trying to be discreet, but it's not working. His hips jerking against you harshly when he loses his mind.

His hands pawing against the fabric of your shirt and shorts, grabbing and pulling the material, wanting you undressed but too obsessed with your skin to take them off. Sliding his hands against any inch of skin he can reveal, scratching your skin slightly in his need.

Licking stripes down your skin devouring the taste of your sweat and your skin, digging his teeth in when the head of his cock catches on your waistband.

Running his tongue under the edge of your shirt, reaching blindly up to try and drag the sleeves down, whining when he struggles, resting his cheek against your tits to look up at you with his puppy dog eyes.

"Baby.. need it off. Please. Please take it off. Lemme see..."

You take pity on him, softly stroking the side of his face, watching as he leans into your touch as you let the sleeves fall off your shoulder, his eyes lighting up, biting the material to drag it down your body, needing to free more of your skin.

His movements pausing as your cleavage is exposed, tilting his head down to run his tongue down, planting open mouth kisses on each mound, not wanting either of them to feel neglected. Lapping at your skin like a cat with cream, painting your skin with his tongue and mouth.

Dragging your shirt down further with his chin, not wanting to leave your tits, his hands trembling as your perfect tits get fully exposed to the air and his view, nipples hardening from the shock of the cold.

"M'perfect tits.. all mine.."

He's indecisive about which one he wants to love first, feeling guilty for not being able to worship each one at the same time, whining as the decision making slows him down further, keeping him away from your tits for longer.

Guiding his head to your left tit to take the pressure off of him, feeling his praise vibrate against your skin.

"S'good for me.."

He's not soft about how he attacks your breast, biting down on the soft flesh, moaning around the mouthful, running his tongue around your nipple, watching it harden further under his attention, his eyes laser focused.

He's like a man possessed, saliva escaping his mouth, watching as it glistens on your skin, running his tongue across his lip before he's diving in, giving you direct worship.

Every bump, every ridge. He wants his tongue on them. Every detail that makes your tits perfect, how he can hear your quiet moans, how the praise sends shocks directly to his cock. He can't get enough. You're so stunning. So delicious. Every inch of you is his. Every inch of him is yours to use.

His tongue wrapping around your nipple, opening his mouth as wide as he can, tugging it slightly with his tongue, needing you further in his mouth.

Reaching his spare hand over to soothe your other nipple, brutally pinching and tugging, a promise that he's coming soon. He won't neglect any part of you.

He could stay buried against your tits for the rest of his life. He can't get bored of you. You're so hot in his mouth.

He's pulling back, gasping for breath, spit covering his chin from his actions. Mesmerized by how perfectly pink your nipple is, resisting the urge to bury his head back in, needing to love your other one.

He's squeezing your tit as he lowers his head slowly, needing to make up for the delay. Hypnotized by how it presents you for him, running his thumb over your nipple, pressing it down slightly, feeling the texture beneath his thumb.

He's wrapping his mouth around as much tit and nipple as he can get, wanting even more of this one in his mouth. He wishes he could make a real mess of you. He'd give his life to lick anything off your body. Wants to run ice cubes around your pretty nipples, wants to see how they perk up, how you'd push your tits into his face.

They're his favourite things. Swears they're his reason for living. All he needs to be happy. All he'd ever ask for. Wishes he didn't ever have to leave them, to leave you.

He's pulling back to catch his breath again, firmly pushing your breasts together as he pulls back fully, watching as they squish together, how soft they are in his hands. How his saliva has pooled between the two, how pretty they look all after all his attention.

You're breathing fast, he can see how they're rising up and down, calling to him.

A soft plush tunnel.. perfect for his cock.

"M'sorry baby.. I gotta.. I gotta fuck.."

Crawling up your body, straddling your chest, his thick thighs squeezing your sides, keeping you still. His perfect body standing proud, the mess on his face from the saliva, the way his mouth parts, his lips slick. His hair falling perfectly over his wrecked face, looking like a fucked mess.

His leaking cock resting between your tits, looking so incredibly red and angry. His head almost looks swollen, your eyes fixated on the drips from his hole, watching as they cover your tits drop by drop.

"Gotta be good for you angel.. please lemme cum. Please. I need to.. to cover you."

He's squeezing your tits around his cock, his head thrown back as they welcome him, feeling like there's soft pillows smothering his cock.

Every gentle thrust makes him whimper, the pleasure overwhelming. You're so perfect for him. He can't believe he can have this, can have you. He doesn't want to rush it, but he's not gonna last long. He can't speed up. He can't control his hips, they're thrusting without his control.

He's lost in your tits, his brain empty. He's so thankful you're letting him do this, falling deeper in love with you every single time his head breaches through and pops out, precum leaking out more and more every single time.

Rutting faster, the saliva and precum making the perfect slide for his cock, clenching his ass as he feels the telltale throb, shaking his head in panic as he tries to control himself, fully losing control of his body.

He can't stop the tears of relief as he cums, watching his cum spurt out of his head, watching as it shoots up your chest, slowly dripping down to your tits, covering them and his cock. He's still holding your tits around him, too exhausted to move.

His cum looks so pretty covering your loved nipples, pooling around them, his mouth salivating again as it looks like icing covering his perfect meal.

Sliding his hands over to the outside of your tits, needing to feel them while still keeping them against him. Swirling the cum around with his thumb, swiping them over your nipples, making even more of a mess with his cum.

Every squeeze, every pinch, every little movement covers you further in his cum.

He doesn't want a single inch of you uncovered.

[808airsoftbros]

My Girlfriend is a Mafia Boss Pt.IV (Shen Xiaoting) (S)

Author: The longtime Yandere series is back again, and I apologise this took so long! Hope you enjoy it, and if you want to check out my Masterlist for more oneshots :)

Y/N's POV

It's been weeks to a month since I've been held captive in Xiaoting's mansion and there are eyes all over the place and on me to ensure I don't try anything funny.

I've been planning various ways to escape but they wouldn't work as the guards were armed and there are surveillance cameras all over the property.

At night, the trip lasers are armed, and if I take one step through the one of the many lasers, I'll set the entire security system off, and my ass will be tackled down by her henchmen and probably subjected to solitary confinement or worse...

All of this was just to keep me "safe" from the outside world; I was perfectly fine before she even showed up at the store that day. Why on Earth did I just decline her invite? Why was I so naive to believe she was only getting to know me and not have insidious intentions?

But none of that matters anymore... What's done is done, and I'm imprisoned here for life but even if I do escape, her rivals will just either kill me to send a message to her or worse torture me for ransom money.

Either way, I wasn't going to be a pawn or victim for this stupid criminal underworld's games. I need to get out of here but how?

*knock knock*

My thoughts were soon interrupted when I heard the soft sounds knocking on the wooden door. The door opens, Xiaoting herself walks in and closes the door behind her, and she has a blank expression on her face. No betraying of emotion whatsoever.

"How are you doing so far, my dear Y/N?" She asked me in a polite tone and gave me a small smile.

"I feel like a prisoner," I answered and she sighed.

"I see you still don't understand, my dear. I know it's my fault I dragged you into this, but my self-indulgence got the better of me, and here you are paying for my mistake, and I do sincerely apologize for the... inconvenience." She explained to me and I scoffed.

"I was doing fine before you arrived, you took my freedom, and my free will," I accused her, and she chuckled before shaking her head in disappointment.

"Oh, you ungrateful child, you do realize that everything has a cost? By keeping you safe, I'll have to take some freedom and privileges away, and you should be grateful that you're in my custody rather than the Black Dogs; those people will take the piss out of torturing, beating, and using you as their punching bag."

"Here, you're at least fed, sheltered, and under my protection from them or anyone else who dares defy me. I've built this Empire from the ground up, you don't see the world as I do, the corruption, the evil... I control it all..." She paused and gave me a smirk.

"These animals, do as I say, there is now order and peace and prosperity in this city, what does that say to your feeble government, who does nothing and gets rich from their suffering? You see, they're in my payroll too, turning a blind eye to my operations, politicians are so easy to buy out nowadays, money is never a failed method of motivation."

"Before, you could not even take a step without the fear of being attacked by one of those freaks on the street, but I've put an end to it. These people pay for my protection and entrust me, and in return, they have peace of mind knowing they're safe." She finished explaining in a cold tone as chilly as the harshest blizzards.

"Do you understand now? That everything has a cost?" She asked me as she got up close to my face and grabbed my chin, making me look her in the eyes.

At this point, I was growing scared, seeing the burning look in her eyes, she was dead serious, and wouldn't hesitate to draw blood if she feels it was necessary.

"Well...? Are you going to answer me? Or do I have to put you in your place...? Baby boy, don't make mommy punish you~," She whispered into my ear with a false sense of sweetness, and I gulped.

"Y-Yes..." I whimpered and she raised an eyebrow.

"What did you say? You'll have to talk to mommy a little louder~," She said to me as she awaited for my response.

"Yes... Mommy," I spoke louder and she grinned with satisfaction with my answer before standing up on her heels.

"Good boy~. I knew you'd make mommy proud, now for your reward~. A special welcoming treat from your one and only me~," She replied as she slowly and with painful tension undid the ties on her robe.

I gulped as I patiently waited for her next move, as she finally united the ties on her robe. With a grin, she effortlessly drops her robe on the floor, revealing a black designer lingerie tightly hugging her perfect curves.

She gently pushes me onto the bed, I watched as she crawled up toward me like a wild cat in heat, towering over me like the dominanting mistress she is and she tilted her head.

"Is this your first time ever in bed with a woman ~?" She asked me and I nervously nodded.

"Mmm~. I'm pleased to be the first because all you're ever going to crave is me, because when I'm done with you... You are never going to crave anyone else~," She whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Teasingly, she hands went under my pants, feeling my hardened legnth, she slowly jerks it off making the bulge in my pants grow bigger, and she gave me a teasing grin.

"Now, baby boy, prepare for the best pleasure of your life~," She said before pulling down my pants.

Slowly pulling down my pants along with my underwear, she reveals my heavenly six inch cock, and she licked her lips as she couldn't help but admire my length.

"My, my, I have never seen a cock this size in some time~. You truly are something special, my love, mommy truly made the right choice giving you a chance~," Xiaoting mentioned as she fully wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

Xiaoting, unzipping the lingerie, slowly peeling it off, revealing her gorgeous body, her ample breasts and shaved womanhood, she was breathtaking, like the Goddesses of Heaven had hand-sculptured her themselves.

She smirked, knowing exactly what I was thinking, how badly I wanted her, I knew it was wrong because she was mu captor, the reason why I was trapped here in the first place.

"God, you're so fucking precious... Mommy needs you now but you will cum only when I say so, got it~?" Xiaoting said in a warning tone, and I gulped.

Without warning, she sank down on my cock making me groan from her tight grip on my cock and Xiaoting moaned loudly before starting to roughly ride the daylights out of me.

It was difficult not to give in immediately, I was inexperienced so I was bound to cum fast but I didn't dare or else Xiaoting will punish me.

"Fuck! You're so big in me, baby~! You're making mommy feel so good~!" She moaned loudly as she began to ride me faster.

Placing my hands onto her waist, the sounds of skin clapping, it was a true heated moment as I never imagine I'd lose my virginity to a fucking mafia boss.

It was torture. Blissful and painful yet delicious taste of hell, and I didn't know how much longer I can hold it in without exploding.

"Cum for me baby~. Cum for mommy~," She demanded and with that I shot my cum deep inside of her making her moan as she also came all over my cock.

It was all over, I lay on the bed, tired and drained of energy from the passionate love making, if you can even call it that. Xiaoting fell down on the bed next to me, giving me a cruel smirk as she traced the lines on my jaw.

"You did well for your first time, but this is only the beginning of something amazing~. Tonight, you made mommy very proud of you, but mommy will have much bigger expectations for you next time so I don't get too comfortable~." Xiaoting whispered in my ear.

"Yes mommy," I gulped and she smiled proudly before pecking my cheek.

"Good boy~. Now get some rest, you've earned it," Xiaoting commanded and she laid on the pillow before falling asleep.

As I lay down next to her, I cannot help but feel I'd do anything to please her... Wait! What am I thinking?! I should be escaping, so why am I feeling the urge to keep her?!

Yet, with every will in my brain telling me that I should take the chance and run away but my body remained still, but none of that mattered as the exhaustion soon took over and I fell asleep.

[lloyd-the-green-gremlin]

A little rant about Robotnik's security measures, and how efficent Stone really is:

I do find it a little corny when people characterise/write Stone as the "secretly badass, most talented agent in the whole us army froce who killes with cold-blood and unmatched efficency, and is constantly saving Robotnik of attacks and danger he isnt even aware of " (not to hate on anyone who does like this, its just my personal preference).

*not to say he isnt good at his job as an agent, and he is nothing but efficent when it comes to working for the Doctor -

But! but. I do think that his agent skills go mostly unutalised while working for Robotnik. Like yes, the "his pookie gets kidnapped by some bad guys who want to get their hands on that robo-tech, so Stone's gotta rescue him" is a fun sexy little trope, but lets observe what we have at our disposal;

Robotnik is the supplier of the most advanced war-drones and high-tech weapons to the US Govrement. He has cameras everywhere, can trace anyone anytime anywhere, lives (well, as long as he's on away missions) in a big ass stainless steel box filled with badniks and has a handfull of agents following him around (probably on the govrement's behalf, rather than his.

That man has probably bullet/laser/acid/punch-proofed every weapon he has, has eyes on every corner, and gets a notice anytime someone even mentioned his name . He got security covered.

Thats why Stone mainly fills an assistant role for him. He gets him coffe and keeps his sceduel in check. So while i dont think Stone is the best ever agent/soldier/whatever, (i dont think they would put their best man on Robotnik, however of a ticking bomb he is), he is a good one. Robotnik tho, doesent even get a chance to see his skills, because his own security sistem renders him useless in that regard. Stone also never expects the Doktor's ambushes , either because he's absolutely smitten and has lowered his walls, or because he's focusing on keeping some order in the life of his the Doctor, Chaos Incarnate.

Stone isnt good at science, or politics or stuff like that, he is good at following orders to a tee, and using what he leant in his agent training whenever needed. We see evidence of his skills in the 3rd movie when he takes out the drones like its nothing.( He is a puppy that looks good in your purse, and you dont even realise its actually a hunt-dog)

(Okay now I'm just rambling on)

I guess what I'm trying to say is: however good he is, Robotnik isnt a princess to be saved, a damsel in distress, and however sexy Stone rescuing/protecting him is, Ivo's ego could never let such a situation occure.

(anyways write whatever jorks your meat tho. Do what you want forever or what they say)

[star--anon]

[suggestive]

"Why do you do that?"

Thomas pauses the movie before he responds, which makes Minho feel a little bit stupid. Was it that baffling of a question?

"Do what?"

His nerve fails him. "...Nothing."

"Do what, Minho?" Thomas insists. He clings even closer, his hands naturally trailing down south on Minho's body, going straight for his thighs.

"Do that," Minho says, struggling not to stutter. It's not like he's never been touched there, but it's different when it's Thomas. He's never gotten used to Thomas.

Thomas' eyes go wide and round, and he sounds pathetically injured when he asks, "I can't touch you?"

It's a nearly impossible mission to stay collected.

"You can do whatever you want," Minho mutters. "But do you have to squish my thighs?"

A bright smile spreads across Thomas' face. Too bright. Minho looks away, his face heating up.

"It's cute."

"My thighs?"

"Yeah. They're squishy."

His fingers feel like fire on his skin; Minho knew it was a mistake to wear shorts when Thomas was home.

"Real cute," Thomas says, as if it's an elaboration.

You're cute, Minho wants to say back. He manages a "Thanks," which is close enough. "You're like a cat," he adds. "Always kneading me."

For some reason, that makes Thomas smile brighter. "Yeah. Guess I am."

"I'm gonna get a spray bottle," Minho mutters. He doesn't mean it in the slightest, and even he can hear how empty the threat is, but Thomas has the good grace to look abashed.

Then Thomas drops a bigger threat. "I'll stop if you want."

Accompanied with a pout, it nearly makes Minho jump off the couch.

"No," he says all too quickly. "It's... It's fine. I like cats." It's a lame recovery, but Thomas pretends to be excited about his response.

Faintly, Minho wonders if he's the real cat in the relationship, and all these small wins in his and Thomas' conversations are like a laser dot on the wall.

He thinks about bringing it up to Thomas ("Do you think I'm your cat?"), wondering if maybe it'll make him laugh, and then he thinks about the black collar sitting in one of their nightstand drawers.

Of course not. You're my precious little puppy, he can hear Thomas cooing. Can still feel the leather around his neck.

For the sake of his sanity, he decides not to mention it.

Not tonight. Not right now, at least, with Thomas' fingers so close to... Well, it was a mistake to wear shorts when Thomas was home.

Thomas takes his hands off to press play on the remote again, and Minho counts every second his fingers are gone, unable to bear the cold. When he comes back, Minho counts every second his fingers are on him, unable to bear the heat. It's an dizzying, agonizing game to play. He really is the dog.

Judging by the way Thomas lets out a soft huff of laughter, he knows exactly why Minho's so bothered over his thigh-kneading habit. It's not long before his hands are going somewhere else. Maybe the shorts were a good idea.

[deadliestfishinthesea]

Love always comes back (like a boomerang)

How you meet Captain Boomerang while working undercover for A.R.G.U.S. (and eventually fall for him)

Part 1.

Boomerang X Y/n

CW: swearing

2.600 words

You can also read this on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54019207/chapters/136749250

___________________________________________

“I am aware that you are already well informed of the system I have put into place. But I will warn you again, Dr. Y/n. These people are not your allies. If they see a chance to take the upper hand, they will take it, even at the cost of your life. I hope you keep that in mind if you are to get the chance of working with Colonel Flag on the field.“ Amanda Waller's everlastingly stern voice rang out trough the speakers. Y/n looked at the screen, directly into the woman's cold eyes.

“Yes, ma'am. Of course.“ Unwavering calm ran though her own voice, a skill she obtained with years of communicating with people in power.

“Good. You have been granted access to inmate 117-12-60. Direct contact isn't allowed.“ As if she'd want to be in any kind of direct contact with a dangerous convict.

“Copy that, ma'am.“ The woman disappreared from the screen and Y/n leaned back from the table where the laptop sat. She turned her head to her side, looking at Aaron Cash, one of the main guards around here. He offered her a derisive smile, nodding his head once.

“Ready to swim with the sharks?“

“From what I heard there's only one shark in here.“

Cash let out a short chuckle, crossing his arms in a way that seemed to convey his superior knowledge on the matter, but Y/n wasn't sold on that just yet.

“Oh he ain't the deadliest fish in this sea.“

_____

For the rather unimpressive amount of time she worked in the facility, Y/n had seen with her own eyes a good portion of prisoners be admitted into the so called shithole named Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. And if she was honest, she had to partially agree with the nickname – it definitely was a shithole, just more so for the inmates than it was for her.

One of the prisoners she witnessed being brought in was George 'Digger' Harkness himself, alias 'Captain Boomerang'. Whatever the case was, in this place he went by 'inmate 117-12-60' as stated in the official reports.

She distinctly remembers the man, restrained with metal clasps around his ankles and hands on something resembling a box cart that the guards used to manouver him around. He was unsuccessfully trying to set himself free, cursing at the guards the whole time.

“Piss off ya' fucken' mongrel!“ Colorful, she thought as she watched from a distance. 

“Now that's some fresh meat. Had a bit of trouble finding this guy.“ Cash stood next to her with a smug expression on his face as he spoke.

“Get a dog up ya', ya' wristy-“ One of the guards grabbed him and the clasps opened, nearly sending him to the ground, „Ah, 'coff ya cunt!“

Y/n had a hard time understanding what he was saying from this distance. She frowned as she watched the scene unfold. Once inside the cell, a beep of the comms on the guard's chest could be heard, followed by a few words exchanged, and the laser beams on each side of the cell's entrance lit up, finally imprisoning Captain Boomerang.

She watched the convict with curious eyes the whole time she was leaving, and the last thing she remembers is him turning his head and looking directly at her before she fully turned around.

The memory ended then, and she was back in the present, listening to her and Cash's boots echo on the ground as they walked the halls. Once in front of the big metal doors, they opened with a loud clang and she squeezed her clipboard as they entered the penitentiary, spotting her targeted cell in the corner.

She took a deep breath and reminded herself of her task, glancing at her clipboard. Go in, talk to the inmate, see if he has potential for Waller's plan, get out.

“I think I'll be okay from now on.“ She told Cash with a turn on her head.

“You sure?“

“Yeah.“ She looked ahead at the cell. She needed to do this alone. With a shrug and a mutter of 'okays' and 'fines' Dixen left for the door, leaving her to walk alone towards the guard standing in front of the cell.

While walking she remembered that at this hour, most of the prisoners were sent out for yard time, so nearly every cell in the block was empty. But not Boomerang's. Y/n wasn't sure why he wasn't also outside, and she questioned if the rumors the guards were passing around were actually true. Apparently, a fight breaking out in the yard a couple of days ago resulted in three guards being dropped unconcious and Boomerang being sentanced to lockdown for the rest of the week. Given the place they were in, Y/n considered that an almost merciful punishment. She wondered if that really happened, or if her request for privacy had been granted so they held him back for her arrival.

The entrance to the cell was seethrough thanks to only the lasers acting as doors, but from her angle it didn't show Harkness yet. She approached the guard standing next to the entrance.

“You can go.“ An all access security card was already in her hand, hovering in front of his face.

“But-„

“I said go.“

He turned with hesitation, but didn't say anything as he walked away. When the guard was out of range, she looked at the cell, but still couldn't see Harkness. She had seen him before, though, even if only once. She stepped to the side, now facing the cell entrance, and Captain Boomerang himself.

Boomerang's back was turned to her, but when he heard the boots outside his cell finally walk up to him he turned around. She instinctively took note of his issued white t-shirt and orange sweats. His hands were in his pockets. He didn't say anything, just stared at her, which created an uncomfortable pit in her stomach that she hoped she hid well enough with her neutral gaze. He started walking right up to her and Y/n realised with every step she wasn't prepared as well as she'd thought. He was huge up close. Not only taller but much bulkier than she remembered. He was so close his body was nearly touching the lasers, and she started to wonder what would happen if he did touch them.

Even with his surprising proximity she didn't move, and she wasn't sure why. Maybe she was caught off guard and frozen, or she didn't want to seem intimidated by stepping back. He stared down at her with his eyebrows drawn in an almost captivating frown and his head cocked to the side in intrigue. Y/n quickly realized he was checking her out, comparing and assesing how much of a threat she was. Should she be offended if he didn't see her as one?

“George Harkness?“ She finally broke what felt like a minute long silence.

“Who's askin'?“ He spoke in a low tone, never breaking eye contact.

“My name is Y/n, I'm a licenced psychologist.“

“Yeah, I remember you. You were the sheila staring at me when I came in here.“

Her eyebrows raised, but she hid the slight embarassment she felt, “Yes. I was sent here to… evaluate some inmates by the request of the warden.“

“Ah, what? I send a couple assholes to medical and all of a sudden I'm qualified for a drongo?“ He scoffed.

“So you did cause a fight in the yard?“ It was true after all, and Y/n realised she could use it to her advantage.

 “Oh, I'm not confessin' anythin' to ya, missy, but you're in the wrong spot. See, I ain't got a 'roo loose in the top paddock like some of these nutcases.“

“I don't think you're crazy. But I was sent here to prove it. If you want to be let out of lockdown you'll have to answer some of my questions.“

He leaned back and glanced around for a moment, “Then shouldn't these therapeutic sessions be done in uh… I don't know, not in the middle of a cell block?“

“Well, I'm afraid it's hard to provide a seaside view lounge on such short notice. We'll have to make due with what we have.“

“Aw, killer. I'm best relaxed when out of handcuffs. Well, most times, that is.“ He sneered. She tried her best to ignore his comment.

“My first question-“

“So they let you in this shithole with no security jus' for a questionaire?“, he squinted at her.

“I asked for a private conversation.“

„That's why you ordered ol' guard here to fuck off like you're his boss?“ Her eyes widened slightly at his words. Did he just figure out she wasn't here for that kind of evaluation? Maybe doing this without Cash by her side wasn't such a good idea.

Harkness saw the way she was caught off guard and chuckled low and taunting, “You aren't just some psychiatrist, are ya, love?“

“Psychologist.“

“Yeah, yeah, but what else?“

She sighed, “It doesn't matter what I am. What matters is if you want to-„

“I'll tell you what I want.“, he lowered his head to match her height, “I want out of here. And not just out this cell, out the whole place. An' if you can't do squat about that, then your questions won't be much help to ya', doc'.“

“You're right. I can't do that.“

Y/n was quiet for a moment.

“Well then, I guess we're done here.“ She spoke quietly.

“Yeah, we are.“ He nearly whispered.

Both of them were quiet for a few seconds, still looking at each other, but when she caught herself observing the loose strands of hair on his forehead she abruptly broke the silence.

“Thank you for your cooperation, George Harkness.“, her proffessional tone cleary got on his nerves, but he stayed quiet. He backed away from the lasers then, and she turned around to leave.

When the big doors opened again, Cash was waiting on the other side. He shot her a questioning look. She started walking down the hall.

“I need to make a report.“

____

“All in all, you have the upper hand. He is motivated to get out of here, by any cost, and if you grant him that hope I don't see how he wouldn't be willing to do your bitting.“

The woman on her laptop screen nodded approvingly, “Good work, Dr. Y/n. Your next evaluation will be with inmate 00-10-94, so called King Shark. He is the newest added member to our little circus.“ Waller went over some details about the shark, and as she was explaining Y/n looked over to the folder next to her. Captain Boomerang's records.

She knew they were all convicts, guilty of all kinds of crimes. She aimed her attention back to the screen, trying not to think about the conversation she had with Boomerang. It was all just standard procedure she had to follow to work with Rick Flag and the task force Waller wanted so damn much. Still, gathering information to find out whether they would risk suicide for freedom made her stomach turn a little. She knew about Waller's contingency plan, but she didn't know how exactly she planned to make the criminals do anything she wanted. It wouldn't be good enough if she just promised them shortened sentances, they would all escape the moment they stepped foot outside. Y/n could imagine just how far Waller would go to ensure that doesn't happen.

­­____

Less than a week later Harkness was let out of lockdown. Y/n spotted him outside during yard time when she was making her way from the north wing to the penitentiary. It was pretty cold out and there was a slight fog in the distance, thouh he was playing basketball. In shorts. He palyed with three other inmates, laughing at them whenever they missed their shot.

She looked to the fence, where an inmate was arguing with a security officer. Y/n approached the fence and a guard opened the entrance for her, letting her into the yard.

“Doctor.“

“Hey, Gary. What's with the First Amendment over there?“ she watched the argument between the officer and the inmate get more heated.

“Oh, that guy? We call him Rango. Just got him in a couple weeks ago.“

“Hard time adjusting to prison, it seems.“

Before she could reach the door to the building Rango punched the guard he was yelling at across the face, sending him stumbling backwards and nearly bumping into Y/n. It was as Rango went to take another punch which would've hit Y/n that Digger Harkness socked him across the jaw. Where did he come from? Digger landed another uppercut before Rango hit a right hook to his temple.

“Get him, Boomerang!“ she heard an inmate yell before a majority of them started cheering.

Y/n watched in disbelief as they went crashing into a table. Guards quickly ran up to pull Harknss off of the guy, yeling at both of the convicts in the process.

“Really, Harkness!? After you just got out?“

“Give him a break, man, he just really misses his cell!“

Y/n's eyes were on him the whole time as they dragged him away. Did he really just save her? He didn't have to. They both knew he was on thin ice since he fought those guards, now he was definitely up for lockdown again just because he saved her. Holy shit, she thought, he's up for lockdown because he saved her. She had to stop the guards.

After a short time she made her way over to the medical facility. There were a couple of officers standing in front of it and before she could go in one of them spoke up.

“Y/n!“

She turned to him, “Gary!“

“You okay?“

“Yes, I'm- Where's officer Ryan? I need to talk to him.“

“Uh, broken nose, he's in there. But be careful-“

“Thanks, I know.“ She was already opening the door to the building. When she found the room officer Ryan is supposed to be in she stepped in and walked past Boomerang. He was sat up in the adjustale hospital bed, tied to it with leather restraints around his ankles and wrists, and when he looked up at her surprise spread trough his features, but she didn't have time for that as she walked right by him.

Boomerang couldn't hear any voices coming from the other rooms, so he imagined she already left, but after some time she walked back into the room.

 “Well, fuck me dead, if it it isn't miss pretend doctor?“

She rolled her eyes, stopping at the foot of the bed. She could look at him up close now and notice his black eye, along with a slight bruise on his jaw. He had a couple of stitches on his shoulder, and she could only guess there was more on his back.

“You look like shit.“

“Hah, then you clearly didn't see the other poor bastard. Oh, and you're welcome, love.“

“No, you're welcome. I talked to the guards, they should… shorten your lockdown.“

“Hey, fair suck of the sav, doc'.“

“What?“

“I saved you from a nasty bruise, but I did the paw patrol a favor too, ya know. That wanker Rango's been up their asses two weeks now. And all I get is a fifty percent isolation discount?“

“You broke a table. And I never said it was fifty percent.“

 He groaned, his head falling back on the pillow. He looked at her, not moving his head, and to Y/n he looked like he was resting on a deckchair on a nice remote beach rather than recovering from a fight in a prison yard.

“Betcha wouldn't even untie me if I asked.“ He wriggled his hands around in his cuffs to emphasize his point.

“You're right.“  

He looked at the ceiling in defeat, but his eyes found her again when she spoke up.

“But.. I did want to thank you.“

“Well, let's hear it, then.“

“You just did.“ she said as she walked out of the room.

[luxury-nightmare]

mom says it’s my turn on the writing

Alex had an idea. It was a bad idea on most levels, but it was a funny, so they decided to go through with it. They had picked up a laser pointer from a nearby drugstore, and were just about to head home.

Worst case scenario, they die at the hands of the worlds weirdest roommate. Clyde would sometimes act like a big cat, scratching up Alex’s furniture, purring very loudly whenever it was happy with something, and that one time that Alex missed work because Clyde decided that it wanted to lay on top of them to sleep.

So, Hypothetically, if they used the laser pointer, Clyde might chase it around like the world’s deadliest house cat.

They needed to see if this worked, for science of course.

Also because it would be really funny.

The closed the door behind them, Clyde flopped over on the couch like a murder victim. The demon looked over at Alex, before stretching and readjusting on the couch. Alex sat down next to the demon and rummaged through their pockets for the laser pointer.

“Human what are you doing?” Clyde asked, looking up at Alex as they fished the laser pointer out of their pockets. “Just testing something” they said, and turned on the laser pointer.

Alex looked over at Clyde, its eyes visibly dilated. It pounced onto the red spot, tail wagging like a cat. Alex stifled a giggle and moved the laser spot across the floor. Clyde sprinted behind the trail.

Alex chuckled. This was going to be a fun afternoon.

———————————————

“Human, what the fuck”

Clyde looked over at Alex, who was poorly hiding a laugh. The living room was a mess, with overturned stacks of books and knocked over furniture littering the floor. The red dot was nowhere to be found.

Alex didn’t even really care that their home looked like a tornado had ran through it, watching Clyde chase around a laser pointer like a cat had been worth it.

“Human why?” Clyde asked. Alex smiled.

“It was really funny”

———————————————

Clara had been digging around in the boxes Alex sent her. They couldn’t really go back to their old life, so they gave what little they had on them to her so she could start over. She needed to work on a new life after the asylum ripped her away from her old one. She was incredibly grateful to them for this, lord knows she needed any help she could get after getting out of that hellhole.

Something cold and metallic brushed past her fingers. She grasped the object, pulling the metal cylinder from the layers of clothes. She pulled a laser pointer out from the box and looked at it with a puzzled expression.

“Hey, Alex?” She asked. “Yeah?” Alex responded. They were trying to learn how to imitate their old voice. It was off enough to be noticeable, but close enough you could still recognize it. The velidgun turned to her with curiosity. “Why do you have a laser pointer?”

“Oh yeah” Alex responded, every eye they had looking at the laser pointer with fondness “I bought it at a drugstore back before I got kicked out. I wanted to see if Clyde would chase it.”

“And?”

“It did” they giggled at the memory “the house was a wreck after but it was funny as hell”.

Clara looked down at the laser pointer with curiosity. She had an idea, but wasn’t sure if she should follow through.

“Fuck it” she whispered to herself. “What did you say?” Alex asked, before cutting themself off the stare at the red dot now emitting from the laser pointer. Their tail wagged like a happy dog, and they pounced on the dot. Clara moved it across the floor, with Alex following it like a cat. Clara couldn’t stop herself from laughing as she moved the dot again.

Oh dear lord she knew what they meant by it being funny.

———————————————

Clyde snicked “not so funny to be on the other side of it, is it”

Alex looked at their partner with bitterness from the broken table they had crashed into “Shut up”

[intervalart]

I absolutely love your art of Sundown, he’s one of my favorites (next to Akira) 🙂 honestly he’s hilarious in the Dominion of Hate, he’ll literally fight Akira for no reason, he’s got this “tired single dad handling 6 kids” energy to him, and he even like…scolds Oersted? It sounded like? (His voice actor, Reagan Murdock, played Aki Hayakawa in this anime called Chainsaw Man, so i guess he has experience with voicing a guy who needs to wrangle teenagers 😅) do you happen to have any hcs for him?

I'M SO SORRY IT'S TAKING ME SO LONG TO GET TO THESE ASKS, i'm packing to move, so that's taking up most of my time and energy ;;;v;;;

BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH WAAAAAAA, I'm glad you like how I draw the schüt man <333 (who has somehow accidentally become The Muse, whoops lol)

Sadly there are currently no in-game dialogues showing how he interacts with the other party members (party banter like octopath is a common DLC request), but Mad Dog has a line about Sundown "being bad with the little ones", which is either Mad Dog's interpretation based on what he wants to see, or Sundown's stoicism and bluntness really does tend intimidate the kids. (I don't watch CSM so I will take your work for it... But I'm sure Mr. Murdock does a great job! He has a great voice for it...)

But from what we do know for sure (from his recruitment quest and his dialogue to Sin when out of the party of the final 4) is he is very tired, and wants nothing to do with you.

tbh that's part of the reason I'm fascinated with him, is in a whole party full of spunky/quirky anime youngsters who have Psychic powers, martial arts, laser canons, ninja powers, etc. (the oldest being Masaru who's usually hc'd at 25 years old for the meme).... there's just. A guy. Maybe late 30s/early 40s. With a gun.

People joke about Masaru being the Straight Man (which is true to some extent), but I feel like he handles the weirdness a bit better than Sundown does, just on account of his adaptable nature. If Mad Dog's reaction to O. Dio's true form was any indication, supernatural stuff is... Not normal for their time period. So I think Sundown is much more the Straight Man in the DoH just cuz he stands out so much from everyone else. (not that he isn't silly in his own way... he's based on Clint Eastwood ffs lol)

...and I wrote all of this text without even getting to my headcanons, so if that isn't any a warning for how much I can ramble about him at length, then let this cut should tell you. (you asked, sorry not sorry lol)

So warning in advance, there's gonna be a teeny bit of overlap with Mad Dog hcs on some of these because of how much the two intertwine with each other. They kinda come as a package deal.

Some of my hcs you've probably seen in this comic. Most notably; not just the survivor's guilt, but also in the panic of the raid on the town and the flurry of using the Hurricane Shot, he's not entirely sure if he only shot the invading bandits. :( He worried he might have gotten some townsfolk in there too. (Mostly illustrated on pages 5-6 when all the figures kinda blend together)

At the time I made the comic I thought it was just a theory that he'd placed the bounty on himself, I somehow missed the fact that it was canon. But the fact that it is canon definitely drives home both the survivor's guilt, and him fearing death despite having a death wish. (There's much easier ways to off yourself homie, you don't gotta have a bizarre death ritual with randos obsessed with fame and glory... </3)

On the earlier topic, he might not so much be bad with kids, as he is... blunt. He doesn't sugar coat stuff, and he's probably very hands-off. If he really was the respected sheriff of [Unnamed Town], he probably had some experience with kids in the past, but I suspect between the trauma and some degree of wanting to keep everyone else safe, he's cold and aloof on purpose. He was probably more sociable before The Incident. (Much like a certain blond knight)

But he does work well with others in the DoH and is brief but polite to everyone, even the younger characters. (I cry every time he says "thanks" or "sorry" when another party member heals him... TT0TT)

All that aside, some of the more domestic hcs:

• I think Sunny is very skilled at sewing!! Living out in the wilds and not having access to new clothes very often/if at all means he had to get good at repairing his own clothes. And between sleeping out under the stars and the bullet holes, he has plenty of practice... (MD called him girly for it once, and with a completely straight face, Sunny said "Why do you think being self-sufficient is inherently feminine...?". MD never mentioned it again.)

• The trade-off however is that he's... Not an amazing cook. Everything is either eaten raw or roasted over a fire, and he doesn't have a ton of access to spices and herbs in the wilds... Very utilitarian in his cooking methods.

• That ties into the next point; the dude's got a cast iron stomach. If the guy can canonically down an infinite number of glasses of milk (LONG after most adults develop lactose intolerance), the guy can eat pretty much anything. Including whatever rattlesnakes (and cactus) he found to eat.

• This is actually canon, but he does know Spanish. If not fluently, at least enough to understand it but not speak it. (I hc him as fluent though.)

• Sunny is probably a very skilled dancer! If for no other reason other than dodging bullets for years lmao. MD catches a glimpse once. Sunny looks him dead in the eyes and says "No one will ever believe you."

• I've already discussed this, but Sunny probably used to be left-handed, and either due to societal necessity or an injury, he became ambidextrous!

• Now that I'm thinking about it actually, I drew Young Sundown in the comic with much less facial hair to just make him look younger... But it actually makes sense that between the depression (and possibly self loathing), he kinda uses the facial hair as like... A mask? Like, so he doesn't have to see himself in a way? (I might be reading too much into it, the OG art does show he shapes his scruff and it's not completely unkempt, so maybe it started as Depression Scruff, and he just shaves it as best he can with a knife lol)

• I used to hc that he didn't name his horse because he didn't want to get attached. (He just calls it Horse) But after talking to another Really Cool Wild West Artist in the JP fandom, it's not impossible that he could have had the same horse the entire time... So that's not a hill I need to die on lol.

• For obvious reasons, he's a hard guy to get to laugh. If he does, it's usually wry and understated. But on the rare occasion he does genuinely laugh, he's more inclined to stifle it at first, more out of habit than anything else. It takes a lot to get him rolling in the aisles.

...But that's getting into BBFF territory, which is a whole 'nuther post, and definitely not something I have rambled about at length and stored on a hidden discord server.

AND that's not talking about my Mad Dog hcs......

-gripping you anon- Do you see why I am in hell.

[patriot2525]

I'm gussing Ruby has a lot of questions for Nikolay's Tesla pistol and the tech behind it.

At the weapon maintenance classroom were Beacon student Usually came here too learn how to better take care of their weapons and how they can improve them.

But Right now the entire classroom was empty, as As there was no one in need of fixing their weapons. So the Was almost empty, except for the only occupant that was in this classroom.

Nikolay Arkovsky, the Soviet Marshall with his ever cold demeanour. Was currently in the middle of maintaining his Tesla pistol that was laying on the desk disassembled.

Nikolay: *Currently Busy in cleaning some of the parts of his weapon, while feeling the gaze of a particular little red reaper that is watching him from the distance* If you want to see my pistol up close, you can simply come over here, instead of hiding like a small kid, Ruby. *Saying all of this while not taking his gaze off his disassembled weapon.*

Ruby: *"Eeepp" in Surprised it being found out, Before off her surprise, and then using her speed semblance to appear next to Nikolay, who’s gaze was still on the disassembled pistol* How did you know I was here?

Nikolay: If you can call, hiding behind the door while poking out your head so obvious to anyone to see, Then you did a very poor job at spying on me. *Ruby puffed up her cheeks in a childish way, from being told that she’s terrible in hiding. but her demeanour immediately change into curiosity when she sets her eyes upon the Tesla pistol, to which Nikolai noticed this* I'm guessing you here because you interested in this. *gestures to the disassembled Tesla pistol*

Ruby: *Nodding her head excitingly, while having stars in her eyes* Yes! *making puppy dog eyes* Please tell me everything about it.

Nikolay: *finally looks up from his disassembled weapon and looks at her* So this is The Tesla pistol, created in year 1985 during the third world war, the man who designed this pistol with the help of The omega science division, is Mikhail Kalashnikov, The create the infamous AK assault rifle. *points at 2 different magazine, one was a regular magazine filled with bullets, while the second one looks like a small car battery* The Tesla pistol can shoot as regular gunpowder bullets and it can shoot High voltage laser projectiles *points to the area of the handle where There is a switch with three different features on it* this switch allows to switch between three different features that the Tesla gun has, Which can go from single shots, automatic and high plasma. *points to the barrel of the pistol that has many tesla rings on it* if switches into high plasma, the Tesla rings on the barrel helps gather more electrical energy before shooting high plasma that can destroy heavy armoured enemies and even vehicles. *Looks back at Ruby* The pistol was named after the Serbian inventor Nicole Tesla due to the technology that was used to create this pistol, that was mostly inspired from the research and adventures of Tesla. *finally finish with his explanation, he sees that star eyed Ruby was in total amazement and awe of the Tesla pistol*

Ruby: WOW! This Gun is amazing. *Looks up at Nikolai with exciting puppy dog eyes* Can I please help you with the Tesla pistol, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!

Nikolay: *makes a small chuckle before petting Ruby's head* Sure, Why not. *Ruby shouts “yay” with raising her fist to the air, before moving closely to him and begins excitedly helping him with the pistol*

[thethirdromana]

In honour of Doctor Who's 60th birthday, here are 60* things that I like about less popular** Doctor Who stories.

(*in multiple posts because I'm falling foul of the character limit)

(**IMDB rating of less than 7/10)

1. Susan is great in The Sensorites. She's at her absolute best in stories like this where she gets to be genuinely a bit alien and a bit weird.

2. "So," said someone at the BBC, "we're going to produce an allegory for different political systems, using insects. Choreographed by a mime artist. On a budget of about £2.50." The Web Planet might not entirely have succeeded, but my god, you have to love that they tried.

3. They introduced Jamie, the best companion, in The Highlanders! How is does this have less than a 7/10 rating, what is wrong with you people. It's Jamie.

4. I applaud the utter bonkersness of The Underwater Menace, and Patrick Troughton really gives it socks.

5. The Wheel in Space is proper 60s sci-fi: Servo-Robots, x-ray lasers, radio beams! I can practically smell Penguin mass-market paperbacks thinking about it. And with the introduction of Zoe, it completes my all-time favourite TARDIS team.

6. The Dominators contains the Quarks, who are adorable. They weren't supposed to be, but it doesn't matter.

7. Zoe is still relatively new to the TARDIS, but she has heaps to do in The Krotons. Nice having a female companion who's written as smart and capable.

8. We have entered the 70s, so with Colony in Space, we get Social Issues. Especially an Evil Mining Corporation, which are always fun.

9. More Social Issues in The Mutants, but this time they're paired with big sci-fi ideas. Ancient tablets! Strange life cycles! Love how much is going on here.

10. The Time Monster is like the Eurovision of Doctor Who. Deeply silly, but what would Doctor Who be without silliness? I'm sorry about Jo's coccyx too.

11. I love that they returned to Peladon in The Monster of Peladon, especially with the 50-year time jump. I'd like to see that kind of follow-up more often.

12. Is it not cool to love K9 any more? Well, I like my Doctor Who with a dose of silliness, and The Invisible Enemy delivered that. Every time traveller needs a robot dog.

13. The design of the Seers in Underworld is excellent, I love a brass dome.

14. Doctor Who doesn't have enough giant squidmonsters looming on the horizons. I'm glad the The Power of Kroll does something to address the deficit.

15. The Creature from the Pit gave us the line "a teaspoon and an open mind", and I appreciate it for that at least.

16. Romana wears one of her best of many splendid outfits in The Horns of Nimon.

17. I liked all the arch dialogue between the Doctor, Enlightenment and Persuasion in Four to Doomsday.

18. Heathrow airport is an underrated setting. I also appreciate how Time-Flight prominently features Concorde, making it far more 80s than they could ever have planned.

19. I don't intend this to be damning with faint praise (even though it probably sounds like it) but my favourite thing about Arc of Infinity is that we get a little jaunt through 80s Amsterdam. I do love a tram.

20. Babyfaced Martin Clunes doing his spoiled princeling thing in Snakedance is enjoyably disconcerting.

21. Terminus is tense and scary and bleak. Another one that I'd expected to be more highly rated.

22. Warriors of the Deep gives us a very solid base under siege. Silurians + Cold War is a winning combination.

23. Landing in a modern village doing a historical re-enactment in The Awakening is a witty touch.

24. I can’t say I enjoyed the idea of the Doctor’s violent moods in The Twin Dilemma, but I have to commend it as a punchy way to introduce the new regeneration.

25. The Mark of the Rani should surely get some love just for introducing the Rani: camp, delightful, iconic.

26. Herbert turning out to be HG Wells in Timelash is a lovely twist and handled well.

27. The Trial of a Time Lord is so grand and ambitious. If the show hadn't been struggling in general at this point, it would be among the all-time greats.

28. With its colour-coded gangs and faux-urban slang, Paradise Towers is gloriously of its time in a way that currently feels quite naff, but that I suspect will be fascinating to revisit in about 30 years.  

29. Delta and the Bannermen is action-packed and has one of the best titles in 80s Who.

30. Possibly the most terrifying moment in all of Doctor Who is Kane's face melting in Dragonfire. This series is nothing if it doesn't send children running for safety behind the sofa.

31. Got to love it when Who gets aggressively anti-Thatcher, and they never did it more than in The Happiness Patrol.

[emeraldspiral]

Episode 10:

When did they start allowing normal guns in children's cartoons again? I remember in Batman they could only use old-fashioned tommy guns and in everything else they had to be futuristic laser guns or something that no kid would have access to. But they were perfectly okay showing us Elmer Fudd shooting Daffy Duck in the face with a regular rifle.

You know this show isn't trying to be realistic when those cops didn't immediately fill that ghost dog full of hot lead before the smoke even cleared.

Scooby-Doo has done a lot of episodes over the years referencing classic literature and folk tales so I'm immediately wondering if this episode is going to be a reference to Hound of the Baskervilles.

Well, the nerd has had 2 lines and I've already decided that the ghost dog is a robot controlled by him and it's all part of a scheme to impress Velma and seduce her away from Shaggy. I'm hoping this is the episode where they finally break up when she realizes that even if she doesn't like this dweeby little incel he's still making a good point about how Shaggy isn't fulfilling her needs.

So, in the context of this show, are we meant to take it that everything that happened in the original series happened in and/or nearby Crystal Cove? So all those abandoned mines, mansions, marinas, air fields, etc... are all part of the same town?

Wait, so the ghost dog tore open the roof of that tour bus and then immediately jumped out the window instead of savagely mauling everyone?

Velma knows her mom drives a tour bus but she's only mildly curious and not freaking out at seeing it torn apart.

Scooby being arrested despite having an alibi and the evidence against him not holding up is giving Ace Attorney energy.

Even Daphne thought Velma trying to put the moves on Shaggy with Scooby out of the way was cold.

Scooby keeps saying words correctly like "So many nightmares" instead of "rroh rrany rightrares" as you'd expect. Was that just a choice on the part of the directors? Like, they wanted his speech to be more intelligible so they asked Frank Welker to dial back the rhotic replacement? He's been doing the voice for a long time and been part of the series since the beginning, so I'm sure he knows how to do the voice.

What prompted Daphne to open that locket and look at the photo of Definitely Not Fred's Real Parents?

I've been saying Mr. E was the mayor this whole time and I feel like there was some good evidence to support it. But now it's suddenly occurring to me that there was a tease a couple episodes ago that the original gang's bird was important, and we're in an asylum for criminally insane animals. So what if they're about to reveal that the bird was Mr. E and he's been in the asylum the whole time and the reason he wants the gang to solve the mystery of the missing kids is to clear his own name so he can get out of the clink?

Okay, so we did just meet the bird, but the bird talks with an accent. Plus I feel like if they were going to reveal that he was Mr. E, they would've done that then and there. And the bird just dropped an overt hint that Fred should beware of his dad. So they might be ramping up to that reveal. We are only 10 episodes in though, and I think there's like 52 in total across 2 seasons. So if we're about to reveal that Fred's dad is evil and not even his real dad already, that makes me wonder what the next arc is going to be. I guess it does make sense to do that plot twist this early though because it doesn't involve the supernatural at all. So that still leaves plenty of room to build up to time travel and alien dogs.

Terminator reference with the robot dog's skin peeling off the face.

And then just a straight knock-off of the Terminator theme.

Daphne, why would you even ask if the engine was missing? Do you think it teleported out from under the hood while you were driving? If it was missing, the van wouldn't have started at all.

Lmao, "Quick everyone, into that abandoned factory. We'll be safe among the dangerous machinery". More of that abridged series style humor.

I get the impression that this entire climax is going to be one big Terminator reference. Not referencing Hound of the Baskervilles at all it seems.

They just filled a big basin with glowing hot molten metal. The robot dog is definitely going in there and giving a thumbs up on the way down.

You can tell they wanted so bad to reference Alien with Scooby rescuing Shaggy and Velma but Warner Bros would never let Scooby say "bitch".

They allowed guns in this episode but Scooby still had to wear a hardhat while operating a forklift.

You'd think someone as obsessed with traps as Fred is, who frequently references tensile strength, would realize that net was never going to hold the Terminator Dog.

I can't believe they stuck to just a Terminator 1 homage and didn't have the dog go in the molten metal.

The person in the cloak looks like a woman judging by the hands and overall figure. So I'm guessing it's the mom either trying to help her incel son score, getting revenge on Velma for not paying enough attention to him, or getting revenge on Velma for taking her precious baby boy's attention away.

Is the mom also being paid by Mr. E, because her story's not adding up. She says she did indeed do it to get revenge on Velma. But the flashback implies she built the robot after the scene at school. But the robot already existed and had already carried out an attack by then. So was all this just a ruse to get the gang to visit the bird in prison?

This might make sense if the bird is Mr. E. But if the mayor is Mr. E why would he want to send the gang to see someone who's going to drop hints that the mayor's a bad guy that Fred shouldn't trust?

Lmao at that Yogi Bear/Hannibal Lector easter egg in the background.

[slicing-clovers]

@monmuses asked: [ PRESS ] for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together. - for hulk and erina; he needs some comfort :( — 'TOL AND SMOL' PROMPTS.

ERINA WAS ALWAYS FASCINATED by a good mystery. Though the ones she often involved herself with tended towards the scientific, history wasn't without its equal contenders. 'What happened to Emilia Earhart?' 'Who was Jack The Ripper?' 'Where did Australium come from?'

Ah, and another two for that evening: 'Who the hell didn't leash their dogs on this side of the park grounds?...and how were there so many?'

The clearing she and David were in that night was not wide or open enough for them to see their assailants. Not that the pair exactly knew what they were, only that—

One, the commotion they heard sounded like some varieties of canine, and... Two, from all the barking... the amount could not seriously be wrangled by one person.

Actually— three. Birds were flying from nearer and nearer trees. The rustle of disturbed foliage was getting louder. They were being sought out.

Amidst the rush, and in what felt like record time, Erina fell into the nearest camper van reserved for personnel, and made for the farthest safe reach of the park she knew.

For the ensuing moments, her only guides were her own knowledge of the grounds (drilled in under the care of her good Captain) and a bright and full moon, whose light shone in from above. Past the rumble of the engine and the bumps in the road, she could hear great impacts following her in the distance— she took it to mean Hulk was following the sound of her driving, which she was able to confirm once the two reached their destination.

After about a quarter of an hour, she'd made it to an older-looking cabin— from what the doctor remembered, it used to serve as an open research center, but its condition left it as an auxiliary lodge, devoid of any important tools and wares. Given how worn it looked, she was surprised that the retrofitted lights were still on.

Anyhow... any shelter was better than the biting cold of the valley air. She pulled the fur of her jacket's lining closer with gloved hands, and carefully slung her laser-repeater over her shoulder before closing the van's door. She made sure to be gentler with the motion; her shoulders were already getting sore from being so harsh with the steering wheel. As her gaze met the moon, she breathed a silent thanks to it, her breath misting beneath its continuing radiance.

It wasn't long until she noticed Hulk jogging in to meet her, too. His form towered over hers, yet: easily twice her size, so about ten to twelve feet, if her diagnostic experience told her anything. Contrary to the way he ran here, kicking up dust the whole way, he'd finally slowed down... and she managed to get a good look at him.

The bluish moonlight had reflected back into his eyes, as did a bit of the amber from the cabin's emergency lights... but through them both, in his irises, an almost-electric green burned low through the shadow of his height. Despite the intensity that lay dormant in them, she could sense worry in his easing breaths, his gentle frown.

Without words, he was asking how she was. To that, she smirked apologetically— it was good, to be considerate.

She offered her hands, raising her arms up, to which he had offered his chin. She closed her own eyes, dipping her head forwards… and he followed suit. Their foreheads met in silence.

Without words, she gave her thanks... but also she made sure to do the same with them, to ensure he got the idea.

"At ease, friend… you have been good help as it is," the doctor whispered. "We've a long night ahead, but we can do this. We have each other's backs, yes?"

There was time yet, to make a stand here... against whatever or whoever was on the chase for them tonight. Erina had a feeling she would need a bit more than The Hulk to assure their survival.

He'd done enough work for her already, and she knew more than enough on how to return favors the combative way.

[meatball-headache]

All the baboons died except the legendary ones, except one of the legendary baboons died. The robot died, but I recruited my village's warden. I have no idea what the fuck he is—don't tell me—but he's beyond invincible; I managed his gear, clever girl that I am, and he's level 52! And he has a +25 strength bonus! That's not to say he has 25 strength, he has a +25 strength bonus. He has 67 strength. I have a +3 bonus and like 24 strength! He also has Disintegration, so, um, I'm scared.

We need to go into Bethesda Susa. As I mentioned in my other post, I have 233 deaths in this game—well, a couple got abandoned early on because I didn't like the build—and only one (1) of them has cleared Bethesda Susa. Only about four of them even went inside—the tree died to slugs after the trolls, the sprout cleared it, the joke character I made after my dumb dog—which was actually really strong—got two-shotted by the first troll, and another character, I don't remember exactly... maybe only those three tried it.

Bethesda Susa makes Golgotha look like Grit Gate. It's much bigger, with a variety of challenges—one of which is the extreme cold. I have acquired exactly zero ape-pelt articles of clothing, and have no cold defense whatever. On the other hand, what's the mighty Meatball wielding?

So my gloves are ulnar stimulators, which give me +1 strength and agility; on the robo-hands it's elastyne gloves with suspensors, which give another +1 agility. My left-hand weapons, a carbide axe and hammer, are electrified and fiery; my right-hand weapons are relics from historical sites, one gives me +2 ego, and the other has a chance to transmute enemies into gemstones. My bracelets create forcefields and holograms, and on my robo-arms are steel bucklers. The helmet gives me another +1 ego, and the face mask has filters to protect from poison gas. The "floating nearby" thing is my point-defense node, which blasts bullets out of the air with lasers and protects me from chaingun emplacements. Oh, yeah, my missile weapon? I gave Meatball the tank ability so she can shoulder heavy weapons with ease, and she was using the chaingun, but I just got this arc cannon, which... well... you know Wicked Thunder's enrage, right? Yeah, that. As for the thrown weapon, which looks like a conch shell, those are my force knives, automatically fabricated by my cybernetic implants. Their penetration value is equal to the target's defense, so it's basically a prog knife—basically, if it hits, it rips its target to shreds. Oh! And my boots are magnetic boots, so sewel eels can't trip me in the sewers.

I just got back from Ezra to pick up the recoiler, and on the way I found a historical site with a new relic. Check this fucker out:

You gain two attribute points.

That's basically two levels in a needle. But, that's not all, because notice how I haven't used it, and I don't intend to—not until I find a merchant that sells metamorphic polygel, and I can start cloning this bad boy.

Fight enemies until they turn into gems, use the gems to buy metamorphic polygel, use that to duplicate the Bread of Ikish... infinite stats. I've got 180 hit points right now, but according to Sseth's review, it's possible to get your hit points so high that "the number doesn't even render—and still get fucking one-shot by a rusty sawblade."

Still, that's my goal for now, find a highish-level dromad. The only one I have is in my starting village. If I can get cloning solution and clone the merchant, that'll help speed things up, too...

Gosh, I love this game :D

[elfhawk3]

A list of audio books on CD I have only the faintest memory of because I slept through a lot of them while my parents drove us places days away

There is a marine biologist or something researching down in the Mariana Trench and sees a giant fuck off shark the size of a bus and gets back to base and gets called crazy and fired for talking about giant sharks in water too cold for them or whatever. His wife cheats on him with his best friend. Another scientist asks him out to the Trench for help with, idk, science and he goes 'this is my time to prove the giant shark was real.' They find a giant shark, it eats someone in a tiny submarine or whatever. They eventually manage to haul the carcass up out of the depths and a bigger, pregnant giant shark makes her way safely through the cold waters by hanging out in all the blood-heated water while she eats the corpse as it rises, dun dun dun. There is a bunch of nonsense where the giant shark idk eats people in shark cages and a helicopter. They bomb it? And hunt for its babies after realizing she's no longer pregnant. The shark eats the cheating wife. I want to say he drives a submarine inside the giant shark and blows it up to kill it. I think it was called Meg?

There is a programmer doing work for the FBI overhauling the fingerprint analysis software. She's testing it with a fingerprint in the database she picked at random and goes 'wow this was at a lot of crime scenes where women got raped and murdered brutally, I should let someone know' and gets fired or whatever. The fingerprint search results can't be duplicated.  She looks into one of the cases associated with it that was marked closed and meets a shut-in 'I got a doctorate at age 12' genius who gives off the worst misanthrope vibes and he goes 'look yes I was sleeping with my hot professor, but I didn't kill her, I found her like that.' Something something, turns out the old software was programmed to ignore that fingerprint because the guy's mentor is a genius who works for the government and as long as he keeps making them lasers or whatever, they don't care about his occasional foray into carnage. I have no idea how this resolved. She is knocked out for raping and killing at some point. She and the former child genius probably bang.

There is a geneticist couple who can't have babies the normal way and decide to grow one in a jar and they tweak his genes. He's amazing, so bright, so beautiful, so utterly devoid of anything regarding empathy. This tiny mad scientist decides at some point he needs siblings and sets up more incubation jars. His parents find out and set up the only thing I really remember of this whole book. They peer into the glass to look at one mostly done cooking and have just the worst 'I have no mouth and yet must scream' reaction as they realize it, and all the other fetus jars, have deeply sloped back foreheads because their tiny mad scientist son also tinkered- so that the results wouldn't have frontal lobes. I don't think anyone made it out of this book alive.

There is a rapture except it's aliens? And the world turns into Stephen King's The Mist and a lady goes rescuing kids from monsters under the bed with the help of Very Good Dogs and one of the kids mentioned grandma didn't disappear screaming like the other adults, she was laughing, so she went somewhere else. Something something, children are innocent and adults are sinners who deserve to be eaten by alien foliage, except for just enough of The Right People to take care of these adorable moppets and the Very Good Dogs are watching you and judging. I am taught the word tutelary. Who's that other airport book author you can't escape that isn't James Patterson? That's this guy.

There has been a murder. At some point a dude looks at the Japanese widow and starts thinking about her perky little tits and exotic dark eyes and he can feel his trousers get tight. My dad stops the book.