#i need to be the agent black guy on this site

[gummycatsss]

i don't care if this is ooc i need her

[floppydiskettess]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the valorant agents: Gekko, Neon, Yoru, Phoenix with sova and chamber or whoever you feel with an s/o that when they’re in danger is able to kill whatever or whoever’s endangering them wether it’s like 15+ people or so (like Millie with moxie from helluva boss)

hi anon! tysm for the request!!!! this was a blast to write ahhh!!! :D (also i love helluva boss omg)

but i hope i wrote this right!!!

Gekko

the two of you were on a mission at bind, it was simple. you go difuse the spike while he was assigned to watch your back.

he had to walk a few feet away to pick up wingman for five minutes, you would be fine right?

once he picked up wingman, he heard a loud bang behind him and a loud celebratory woop

"oh fuck."

he turned around and saw the familar wild colours from raze's showstopper.

"no no no! shit you good?" he called through the smoke

he hated the silence he recieved back. as the smoke cleared he saw your paint covered and burnt body.

"...cariño?...shit, wingman, go get the others. i got these guys."

he pulled out his customized spectre as he prepared to fight. he detained as many as he could before swiftly wiping them out one by one.

when the team arrived with wingman, sage quickly rushed to your side to aid you.

once he finished taking care of the enemies, he ran to your side

"i am so sorry...i thought i could go grab wingman but you got hurt...i am really sorry.."

Neon

a/n: this is small bc i wrote a whole ass essay for neon and it deleted....im so mad...im just trying to summarize it

"HOY! IM PISSED."

that was the last thing before you felt a sharp pain in your stomach as your vision went black.

you don't know what happened, but somehow yoru had gotten behind you. it was supposed to be a quick and simple mission. neon took A-site and you took B-site. unfortunately, right when neon approached B-site to check on you. she saw it.

red. the snow was covered in a beautiful shade of red. and it wasn't from your attacked. neon could feel electricity enter her fingertips as she lost control of her abilities.

you felt neon carrying you before falling uncomcious.

neon carried you to the jet and brought you to sage.

"im sorry...when i saw them like that i just...lost control of my abilities.."

"its ok, you did it to protect them. you saved them."

Phoenix

he was just returning from his "run it back" when he opened his eyes to see the enemy phoenix staring back at him, aiming his ghost at his own forehead.

he went to grab for his ghost but he found an empty holster.

"ah shit."

"you really thought i wouldn't just take your weapon? i'm not as foolish as you are."

phoenix braced for impact as he heard the gun fire, but the shot never came. he nervously opened his eyes to see you standing infront of him, a gunshot hole through your shoulder as you pushed the enemy phoenix away.

"dear?! what the-"

he watched as your limp body falls to the ground, feeling worry and rage overtake him.

"oh fam...your gonna regret that." he says to the opposite phoenix as the rest of his team approaches for backup.

when skye arrived at the site to treat you, she did not expect to see 5 charred bodies sprawled across the ground.

"mate...what happened?!"

"they ambushed us. (name) saved me cause i made a dumb mistake. go heal them, i am fine." he said with a dark tone to his voice

when skye healed you and you awoke, you were immediately greeted to the smell of burning. you turned your head towards phoenix as you saw him crouch beside you.

"thank god...why would you do that?! i'm sorry if i had checked my surroundings better you would have-" he rambles

you cut him off with a kiss as you feel his tired body begin to relax.

"no. i should have thought of a better plan. i am sorry i worried you."

for the next few days of your recovery, he will be by your side assisting you with anything you need. both of you content to try and ignore what happened that day.

Yoru

prior to meeting you, he was an extremely anger filled person. he still gets angry easy, but not as badly as before. you taught him how to control his emotions

but if he were to see you ganged up on in a mission, he would just lose control.

he was over at A-site at haven preparing to extract the radianite, before hearing your frantic voice shout through the comms for backup.

his heart dropped, he realized why his site was so empty along with the others. they had five-stacked onto one site. you had gone to C-site all alone. shit.

he immediately threw the spike towards Astra who had accompanied him to the A.

"stay here. i will go provide backup."

"alone? alright...stay safe."

he quickly teleported to your C-site to be met with a shocking sight. your battered and blood covered body lying down on the rough ground. burns and scratches littered your arms and legs. phoenix..

he looked up from your body to see the enemy phoenix, jett, chamber, astra, and skye staring at him with bloodthirsty gazes. they had teamed up on you because you were alone... how fucking sick could they be to attack a helpless sentienel.

he felt himself snap as he caught the enemy phoenix's cocky smirk. the cunt was proud of what he did.

when you regain conciousness, you are lying on the ground surrounded by the shredded corpses of the omega agents, a stained red yoru standing above them with his famous butterfly comb stained.

"...ryo?"

he turns around and immediately runs to your side.

"shit...thank god you are awake. don't move. help is coming ok?" he softly whispers while carressing your blood matted hair.

"are they...?"

"don't worry about them, you are safe now darling..."

when you make it back to base, you find out he took them all down on his own. when astra arrived at the site she had to practically tear yoru off of where he was mauling the corpses of the omega agents bodies.

he was ordered to talk to sage about his anger, but he never regretted what he did. he did it to save you and all that mattered was he had you back with him.

Cypher

he is used to killing to protect those he loves, this is nothing new to him.

he might be a cold killer, but you always knew he would never hurt you.

if someone was threatening you, he would keep them away using blackmail, but if it was more serious, he was prepared.

he sat waiting at the doors for the agents who had gone on your mission to come back. he was ready to greet you but he never thought he would have seen KA/YO holding you slung over his shoulder covered in blood.

he immediately freezes as he watches KA/YO rush to Sage's office. but he quickly recovers and follows quickly behind silently.

when sage caught sight of your body, she grimaced knowing it was bad. she ordered everyone out and allowed her space to work.

cypher was left with no answers as to what happened, as he sat anxiously outside Sage's office he hears KA/YO's robotic voice informing Viper of what happened.

"they went to go flank A alone, but their cypher must have seen her coming. when we arrived at A-site they were gone with the spike, they must have ambushed y/n and left her there for us to find...it was..bad. skye was able to help a little bit but...when we got there, they were missing their hand. im pretty sure they were awake when they did it."

"bastards..."

cypher could feel his blood BOILING. it was one thing to knock someone out, it was another to mutilate someone while they were awake. that wasn't fighting, that was mere torture.

he knew in this job people would get hurt. but he never thought they would ever go this far.

he was greatful you had lived, but he felt a burning feeling in his body.

as viper walked by, she stoped and turned to simply say.

"i know she was special to you Cypher, but don't do anything stupid. we don't need two people to revive."

he stood in place before walking to his room, he would make sure they couldn't hurt you. EVER again.

at the peak of night, he slipped out of his room and headed towards the armoury. he grabbed a ghost and a phantom before quietly walking towards the loading dock. he would make them regret ever hurting you.

.......

in the morning, you were awoken to a tired looking sage.

"welcome back my child. you sure gave us a scare there. how do you feel?" she smiled wistfully

as she filled you in, you couldn't help but wonder where your partner was. typically he was by your bedside until you woke up.

"Ling...where is Cy?" you softly asked

she grinned at the nickname "don't worry, he is in brimstones office. your little boyfriend pulled a stunt to avenge you."

"oh god, is he ok? what did he do?" you sigh

"oh don't worry, he is fine! the agents who ambushed you on the other hand.."

you and sage converse for a while, before you see cypher nervously walk into the room

"my darling! how are you feeling? do you need anything?" he asks worriedly

"i feel good amir. don't worry. sage is taking good care of me!" you chuckle

he sighs in relief, he may have gotten a lecture (and maybe some cleaning duty...) but it was all worth it to see your face again.

☤ Sage ☤

full battle sage mode

she would grab an odin off her copies body and just start spraying.

"you will not kill my allies!"

the second the enemies were down, she rushes to your side to heal you.

she will work all night if she has to, as long as it brings you back to her

"please wake up dearest...i can't live without you."

sorry idk what to write for sage HELP

a/n: aaa tysm for the support on my last posts!! im so glad that people are enjoying these! :) im currently working on some other requests so stay tuned ^^!!

also i apologize for the delay!! i have kinda had a lack of motivation lately so i struggled to finish it...

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s4 episode 3 thoughts

ahh, this one sounds interesting… let us see.

HATER ALERT: i actually felt almost no interest during this episode… until the very end. the monster was scary, but it didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me, and when our agents are separated doing different tasks, we lose that emotional heart of the show. i did feel attached to our new friend mr. duff, but from seeing how these episodes go, i knew what was going to happen to him. the ending was great- i love when they save each other! but the other parts were kinda just… eh. and the stuff they introduced that was supposed to build up to the bigger plot also didn’t interest me. i was like okay, so we just get another one of these deep throat fellows. i hate to say it, but i was kind of bored!!!

despite this announcement, let us return to the liveblogging

good to be reunited, i say after 2 days having not seen an episode. might have to quit my job when i finish this show because there will be nothing else to carry me through lmaooo i NEED to look forward to scully and mulder time AND THEN scully and mulder discussion time directly after!!!!

we are on a plane. ah yes, the flute my mutual phoebe speaks of is playing. shoutout to @azure-firecracker. i see some people in cool outfits and a child playing with what looks like a yellow barney doll? not one of barney’s friends… it looks like barney himself, but yellow. interesting.

oh! this fellow is reading french! it’s a paper about repairing some infrastructure! i like that i can read a few words :)

ACK! a creature with white painted skin and a red human eye is watching our francophone friend! oh boy, i paused right as this eye filled my screen and it was deeply unpleasant. 

so francophone friend is trying to use the airplane bathroom but i am spooked because that thing is somewhere… and he looks up and SCREAMS!!!!!

now the plane has arrived… but where is our dude who went to the bathroom? an entirely different guy is climbing up from the ground. and his eyes look like they are bleeding????

so where is OG francophone dude???? BLEAH! he is dead and now HIS face is painted all white!!!

so did we get some body swap stuff going on….?

oh gosh this is creepy…. something about that skin paint and red eye combo is freaking me tf out…

HUH??? intro time has been interrupted by new words in the title sequence!!! they read “deceive inveigle obfuscate”… had to look up “inveigle” but it means to persuade… what are we dealing with here??

i can’t figure out what the pattern is for why some special episodes have different title sequences…. oh i bet the OG fans were trying to CRACK the code back in the day

(author's note: i think the titles change when we learn stuff about the various deep throats? plural. you'll see why i specify plural later on)

back at the headquarters. scully is coming into skinner’s office. she is in a very nice white suit! she remarks that there isn’t much traffic at this hour… she showed up at 5:17 AM?!?! she needs a RAISE!!

she is introduced to a dr. bruin from the philly CDC. well this sounds like it is going to be a scary matter if it involves disease. she shakes this guy’s hand but doesn’t say anything. can’t tell if it’s a silent read or not…

so four young men have gone missing in philly recently, all Black. and there are no leads… until last night! owen sanders, reported missing, was found dead near a construction site. but he wasn’t killed!!! disease....?

so he shows her a photo of a dude painted white and is like “i thought he was black” and the doctor is like yeah he was. but maybe a new disease caused depigmentation. so we should get a microscope.

(that was funny to me because he was very clearly a Black man just painted white with actual paint... writers, do not think such tricks could fool medical doctor dana scully)

so i am not to believe that these guys were NOT actually painted, but rather they lost their pigmentation? okay, okay, noted. i am suspending my disbelief 

skinner says they hoped someone with a background like scully could make a quick analysis. this is also funny because i feel they should have maybe gone to a specialist in skin conditions that could possibly cause such effects...? but for plot reasons it Must be her. i mean she IS kinda the best, so maybe she can figure it out. by 7:30 am she is doing an autopsy.

OH! she says the bleaching of the irises suggest a cellular reaction… bleh. sounds very nasty.

“hey, i heard you were down here slicing and dicing”, says mulder, entering the room and sabotaging her nice little recording session 

(mulder makes a michael jackson joke that feels wrong) (also he is popping sunflower seeds in the morgue)

he is very suspicious… not believing it is a real disease… 

“mulder, not everything is a labyrinth of dark conspiracy” <- LMAO i’ve reblogged that moment before but now i really get to see it!!

“and not everybody is planning to deceive, inveigle, and obfuscate” <- she said the words omg…. (he watches and pops a sunflower seed)

what a lovely vocabulary she has, the better to look at him disapprovingly with 

he wants to join the case and she looks off sort of by the camera and looks SO done lmaoooo

cutscene to another man, mr. aboah, who conspicuously seems to be missing some pigment on his back. and in a way that does not look like paint.

someone is knocking at his door. oh! it’s marcus duff, his immigration counselor, who has arrived to talk about naturalization. mr. aboah welcomes him into his room, but the lights are off and it is very hard to see, i note. duff agrees it is very dark! and brings this fact up! so he turns one light on, and they sit to do paperwork. 

duff says aboah looks ill… but he denies it. so duff says he knows how lonely it is to be newly arrived to the US, and that he can help aboah bring over his whole family. long silence... suspiciously long silence… then a thank you.

mulder is going to the lab and there he sees agent pendrell! LMAOOOO he wants to wait for scully but mulder says she has a date just to mess with him… THEN SAYS IT’S WITH A DEAD MAN BECAUSE SHE IS DOING AN AUTOPSY LMAOOOO

damn, everyone knows how down bad this dude is.... that is soooo funny and also pathetic. unfortunately i do lowkey loathe this pendrell fellow. like stay away from her yk?

so, what did they find in the autopsy… a seed of a rare flower indigenous to certain parts of west africa!

(cutscene to mulder on the phone, holding the seed) “it contains a cerebropathic glycoside. does that mean anything to you?” <- i love when he asks her medical questions because he doesn’t know wtf any of that stuff means... it makes my heart grow three sizes to see him deferential

and she knows what it means!! it’s a depressant. she is still in the morgue, now covered in lots of blood all over her coat 

oh! she found something that could explain his lack of pigmentation… “his pituitary gland was necrotized”, which is a funny thing to say even if it actually has a very important meaning! the pituitary gland controls hormones... and melanin!

“i have identified the effect, i am still looking for the cause” <- i love her so terribly, and her rigid but in a lovely way line of thinking... this is a very important specification!

“where are you, mulder?” “off to water the seeds of doubt. bye bye” omg he actually said bye. that has to be a first. also where is his ass going…

there’s something different about the way his hair is brushed in front of his face today and hmmppppgh he looks. handsome.

he is off to the UN building again… and we see ms. covarrubias, from before??? was he lowkey stalking her….?

yes! yes he was, and approaches her in the dark! this is deeply weird behavior, even for him... also why does he think she can help with this case. he’s onto something… but what? 

she flat out denies knowing about this case. but he doesn’t buy it.

WAIT. i see what is going on here… is she going to be deep throat 3.0?!?!?!

damn... we’re nearly at a deep throat a season at this pace...

not sure i like that tbh. like are we gonna just keep getting and losing deep throats. it's getting a little old. also, whatever happened to that one senator who would leak stuff to mulder? was that just a two episode and never mention it again kind of thing?

hmm.

okay, back to philadelphia i think. yes, this is confirmed by the eagles hat this guy has on. OH! he was hit in the head with something. it looks a thorn, and it digs deep in his head and got all bloody, bleh! he is losing his vision after this, and stumbled onto the bench behind him. everything is deeply trippy from his point of view, and the bus driver leaves angrily, thinking he is on drugs, which was very rude.

but as the bus driver pulls away, we see aboah on the other side of the street!!! who is losing even more melanin in his skin as time goes on!!! and also has one eye all pink now!!!

(intense chanting over a drum beat)

next day, scully is with the bus driver from before, asking about what went down. he claims he asked the dude if he needed help, which is very much not true. 

and mulder arrives! alfred kittel, 17 years old, went missing last night. this is not good.

mulder’s convinced it has to do with another rare seed, and he pulls out some file that deep throat 3.0 must have given him. and it’s a photo of our francophone friend from the very beginning of the episode, who was also found dead and without pigment!

“it says here the cause of death was undetermined” “yeah, undetermined scully, but not necessarily unknown” <- so what does that mean… like they just didn't investigate because they were scared to learn the truth? hmm.

some police are knocking at aboah’s door the next day, asking him about the missing person’s case- notable, one Black officer is talking about how weird of a name aboah is. i see this attempt on commentary, and acknowledge it, but it feels... odd.

and despite denying having any informationon the missing man's whereabouts, who is in aboah's office but kittel, the kid who was hit with a seed last night, missed his bus, and was reported missing! he is quietly gasping, watching the TV, and oh…. he is losing pigment in his eye and skin as well!!! WHAT IS GOING ON

aboah opens his mouth really really wide and…. PULLS SOMETHING OUT OF HIS THROAT??? what was that!?? what was that.

hey. what was that...

mulder and scully are now visiting mr. duff, the guy who was helping out mr. aboah with his naturalization process. they’re asking him to cross reference his list of clients with a list of people from that flight where our francophone friend sadly was killed, and mr. duff thinks they’re trying to catch illegal immigrants, unto scully busts out the word “public health crisis” and then things kick into gear.

mulder checks aboah’s place, but no luck. she’s going on about how it’s her duty to find and solve this disease as a doctor ( <3 ) and he recognizes aboah in a crowd of construction workers… but when mulder approaches he sprints!!! little did he know of mulder’s trackstar skills. 

scully thinks he jumped through the fence, but mulder finds him… in some sort of hole???

so it’s MRI time for aboah, to figure out we is going on. the doctor is saying he looks asymptomatic, but mulder is pouting in the window, so scully asks to run a few more tests. and apparently aboah can’t communicate with them due to the language barrier… so they called mr. duff, who is very angry that his client has been arrested.

mulder says “we only arrested him because he ran when we tried to question him, and i want to know why he ran”...

(CRINGE! CRINGE! INSENSITIVE WHITE MAN ALERT!)

...which causes mr. duff to respond with “sir, if you had ever been beaten by the police, or had your home burned to the ground for no other reason than being born, then maybe you would understand why he ran” oh! mulder cringe moment intensifies, even after this heartfelt explanation from mr. duff, as he INSISTS aboah ran because he’s hiding something 

“where are you going?” “to find someone who i know plotted to deceive, inveigle, and obfuscate” (silly words said very angrily)

so he’s at the burkina faso embassy. talking to the man who mulder thinks requested to stop the investigation into the first man’s death. this is a bold accusation... but not one the man seems to deny.

he says that his people, the Bambara, are farmers, and he grew up hearing stories of the Teliko, spirits of the air. they hide in small holes- which could be how aboah got in that pipe, i suppose- and oh no, the doctor back at the hospital is looking for mr. aboah while our unnamed embassy man is explaining how the teliko emerge at night!

the man from the embassy talks about his experience with an air spirit as a child, and how his father saved him from one. but then, they found his cousin dead and entirely white, like the dead men. which is why he knew it was real.

(zoom in on aboah in a tiny drawer of a food delivery cart) OH! the eyeballs peeking out are CREEPY

next morning, they’re looking at x rays. scully says aboah has something lodged in his throat… like that thing we saw him take out before!! and even more disturbing… look at the saggital section, just below the hypothalamus! NO PITUITARY GLAND!

GASP! this is impossible! (i love the medial jargon)

mulder emerges into the room just as they say this to point out that aboah has disappeared!

mr. duff is heading back to his car, but aboah is on the prowl. mr. duff is very happy to see him, and gives him a ride home. NOOO DON’T LET SOMETHING BAD HAPPEN TO THIS GENTLEMAN!!

NOOO! mulder is investigating the food cart when scully reports that mr. duff’s car was found abandoned…. with the keys still in the ignition. do not hurt him.

WHAT? cutscene to aboah holding this BIG NEEDLE thing over duff while one of his eyes is very pale…. where is that needle going…. OMFG HIS NOSE I CAN’T LOOK… 

the police arrive just after some crunching noises were heard and then also some snuffling in the pipes as aboah escapes into them. but luckily, duff is alive.

mulder is proposing that he is basically a vampire for melanin?

wait, hold on, what is going on about now? “the lost tribe- a clan of sub-Saharan albinos linked by their common congenital deficit who’ve adapted over generations by…” “what, by stealing other people’s hormones?”

well, scully, i must say i had a very similar reaction to his hypothesis!

so why wouldn’t it be an isolated case? she asks. a very good question! because of what someone told mulder last night… “so you’re basing this theory on a folktale?” “it’s just another way of describing the same truth, right? i mean, all new truths begin as heresies and end as superstitions. we fear the unknown, so we reduce it to the germs that are most familiar to us, whether that’s a folktale or a disease or conspiracy”

well... that is an opinion you can have, i guess?

scully with the counterpoint: why leave his own country to come here and do the killings? his smarts ass reply: free cable…. or liberty n whatnot idk

mulder pulls over to a demolition site, which he thinks might be connected to one of the other bodies, so he just. busts a hole in there and walks in. fully knowing that it is a demolition site with active asbestos. okay!!! get that mesothelioma suit king

creepy music as they explore… and hear clanging in the dark…. mulder is gonna climb a ladder now.

BLEH, THE SCARY EYES ARE WATCHING!!!!

AND NO!!! mulder is hit by one of the seeds!!!! he is calling out for scully as he trips into another dimension. NO!!!! he has fallen down!!!

scully rescue time….? now she must climb the ladder…. and sees him toppled onto the ground!!!

she hears some clanking about and climbs into a vent… which had to be awful to film… the teliko is above her!!!!!!

more vent crawling…. AND OMG!!! the dude from before, alfred kittle, is in there, and now very very very white and dead!! rip king :(

but she finds mulder in there, alive. he can only groan softly. aww poor meow meow. but something rapidly approaches….

JEEZ.. IT'S ABOAH/THE AIR SPIRIT, AND HE’S CRAWLING ON ALL FOURS AND BARRELLING TOWARDS HER WITH SHINY SCARY EYES LIKE A CAT WAAAH

scully whips out her gun and fires two shots… and aboah (do i call him aboah? IS he still the man named aboah? was he ever? or was he just a spirit?) anyway he seems to have disappeared?

(mulder still groaning) “it’s okay, mulder. i’m here. okay?” <- oh…… a rescue scene…. oh be still my heart…. i was not expecting to feel so Tender

so she beats the vent open, and finds the other bodies of the missing men in there. then she pulls his body out of the vent, apologizing to him for yanking on his legs to get him out, which was quite sweet, before slumping him up against one of the bodies to call 911.

OH! scully badge number reveal! JTT0331613. so WRITE THAT DOWN, SUPER FANS. but as she calls, the creature slash aboah returns behind her… 

mulder is groaning and trying to let her know… and she gets the hint, whips around with her gun, and shoots!

phenomenal communication between them with no more than faint moaning from mulder. truly highlights their connection.

this time, it appears there is no escape from the bullets for the teliko, as she sits with mulder among all of the bodies

oh! scully is wrapping up the episode and she has these round glasses on and my heart is skipping a few beats!! this is field journal entry 74.

good news! mr. duff survived!! and aboah is being charged for murder, but aboah is dying as they speak and may not live long enough to stand trial. and she’s confident science can explain the whole thing… “but what science may never be able to explain is our ineffable fear of the alien among us, a fear which often drives us not to search for understanding, but to deceive, inveigle, and obfuscate, to obscure the truth not only from others, but from ourselves” (and fade to black)

well! my initial thoughts…

it seems this episode existed only to introduce us to deep throat 3.0. that seemed to be the only greater overarching plot point there. which is fine, we rarely get any contributions to the overall plot in these monster of the week episodes, but… this one just didn’t do it for me.

idk, i was kind of bored?? the only times i felt things were when mr. duff was very kind, the spookiness of the creepy faces, cringe at mulder’s insensitivity, and when scully saved him at the end. that was it for me. oh, and ick at pendrell. that was it. everything else was just kinda there.

when they’re separated…idk, it just doesn’t hit the same. but i did like seeing more into medical scully! and her dogged determination slash sworn life goal being to find answers and help people! so that was good. but... idk, the concept was really interesting, i just feel like the ball was fumbled in terms of execution, and i can’t even really pinpoint why. 

here are some possible theories as to why i felt this episode was unsatisfactory: we didn't really KNOW anything about our monster of the week. he had no real compelling motivation or backstory or anything. he just showed up, like the fat vampire from season 3, who also stood out to me as a bland monster of the week. in terms of if he was a person at one point or always a vicious air spirit- who knows? the logic wasn't explained.

mulder's racial insensitivity gave me hives which is reason enough on its own for me to dislike the episode. mr. duff was like "maybe aboah was running because of the way this country treats Black people", which is an entirely valid point, and then mulder was all NUH-UH HE'S EVIL and THAT is why he is running. and then... that being what actually happens also rings kinda hollow. that sort of profiling that mulder just did isn't what gets people treated so terribly or abused at the hands of law enforcement in the first place. but i'm supposed to think mulder just Knows this through his magical judgement. hmm.

the succession of deep throats is also getting a bit old for me. i enjoyed one and two, but now it's feeling like a regeneration thing. what makes deep throat 1.0 and x's deaths compelling if we just get a new one every single time?

so: maybe i am a hater. and that is okay. in a way, we are lucky to have episodes that are just sort of mid. because i have been raised in a world of 6 hour long episodes being 1 season. i have grown up in a world designed solely for streaming, and that compactness forfeits the luxury of the exploration of world building or playing with genre that the 24 episode per season format from this era allows. so in this piece of what i believe is just a kind of boring episode, i am realizing how lucky i am that such a thing exists now that they are no longer being made.

[enchantedflameandflower]

Glimmer 29/? Billy Butcher fic

Tag List: @2dead2function @secretdreamlandmentality

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter (28)

Notes: Thank you so much for reading! I did recently receive an anon ask and I'm excited to work on it (tho I know I am so slow!) Thank you!

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Chapter 29

It was well into the middle of the day before they could leave the site. Addison sat with her legs curled up in the backseat of Butcher’s car with the door open while he spoke with Mallory. 

When he finished, Addison noticed Mallory shoot her a concerned look as he walked back to her from across the parking lot, but to be honest Addison didn’t feel much of anything except exhaustion. She wasn’t scared of that piece of shit and he hadn’t really hurt her. Whatever knockout gas he’d used had done a fine job of keeping her loopy and out of it. 

“They won’t stop until they find the cunt,” Billy rumbled as he came up, leaning against the car door. “And she swore to call us as soon as she did.” 

Addison nodded, and finally took a deep breath. As much as she wanted to track the bastard down herself, she could hardly keep her eyes open except for the fact that she was still covered in soot and dirt and blood, sticky and gross.  

Billy let his gaze soften as he looked her over. “Don’t think it’s safe to go back to either of our places right now,” he said, rubbing at his jaw. 

“I’ll get a hotel room,” Addison replied, and she turned to her bag without waiting for him to answer. An agent had gone by her apartment earlier for her to grab clothes and her phone and a few other important things she didn’t want left there. 

Fuck the moral high ground, she thought as she plucked her cell from her bag. She’d use her black card to get a fucking suite on the top floor of one of those hotels uptown with as much security as the White House. They’d earned it. 

As Billy drove them across the city, Addison reserved a room on her phone, making sure it was a place where you could check in and get a digital key card on the app without having to talk to anyone at the front desk. When they pulled into the parking garage, she scrubbed at her face in the mirror on the sun visor then pulled a loose sweater on over her bloody tank top. With Billy’s duster and a pair of sunglasses added, she thought they could probably get through the lobby without being arrested. 

She was right and they made it inside. Her key code was needed not only to get into the elevator but to get to the floor their room was on as well and Addison gave a quiet sigh of relief. She needed to rest, and she could not bear it if anything else happened to Billy because of her. They double locked the door of the room with a deadbolt and the thick metal door guard. 

The room had a small sitting area and a huge bed, with a bathroom to the side. For a moment Addison stood there, not even able to think what she was supposed to do next. She tossed her bag on a chair then looked up to find Billy watching her. 

Once more, when she met his intense hazel eyes they were drawn to each other by something outside of themselves - or maybe by something deep, deep inside. Billy took one step forward and wrapped her up in his arms, pulling her hard against his broad chest. 

“I’m so sorry, Addi. I was such a prick, it was my fault…”

She shook her head against his shoulder, sliding her fingers into his hair and pulling back to look at him. “I wasn’t any better,” she murmured. “I’m not hurt but I shouldn’t have put you through that…”

“He’s after me, Addi, he’s using you to hurt me, I can’t…” his voice was thick and gruff. “I can’t let -“

Addison shook her head again, and pulled Billy to her. “Fuck him. We’ll get him.” 

“If something happens to you because of me I couldn’t live with myself, Addison, I won’t…” he broke off, his eyes dark and intense. “You’re better off -“

“Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m here. I’m okay. I’m going to fucking kick that guy’s ass.”

Billy smirked, but Addison knew he was still struggling with the guilt. She could sense this was not something he was going to let drop but exhaustion was weighing her mind and her body down. “We’ll talk about it more later.”

Billy finally nodded and turned to kiss her temple again. “Let me start the shower for you, eh?” he murmured. 

Addison nodded gratefully. “You too. I need to patch you up after.”

He sighed, but didn’t argue. He knew just as well as she did that her cuts had long healed but his injuries would not. 

She pulled her sweater off and tossed it over a chair then threw the rest of her clothes in the trash in the bathroom. She felt disgusting and looked just as bad but it was Billy she was worried about. After he adjusted the shower spray, she watched him as he undressed, cataloguing every bruise and patch of raw red skin she could see and desperately wishing there was some way she could just make them disappear. 

Billy wasn’t bothered at all though. He held the shower door open for her and she stepped under the warm water, groaning in utter relief as everything immediately started to wash away. 

Billy stepped in behind her, reaching for one of the little hotel bottles of soap and pouring it into his palm before he started gently rubbing his hands over her body. He started at her shoulders, smoothing and kneading, then urged her to turn around. The grotesque, disfigured B was still visible above her heart, and he ran the tip of his thumb over the dried blood with dark eyes before he washed it away along with everything else. 

Addison closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of the spray of water on her back and Billy’s touch washing away everything that had happened. He ran his soapy hands carefully over her breasts, then her stomach and her hips, before turning her around again to wash her back. Addison felt her body filling with warmth, her muscles relaxing one by one like magic as he took care of her. 

After he helped her wash her hair she twisted it into a knot on top of her head and turned to him. “My turn,” she murmured in a tone that brokered no discussion. 

She did the same for him, but was especially careful over each burn and cut she came across, not all of them new. She made a note to herself of which ones needed to be tended when they got out whether he liked it or not, she savored the bits of him that were unmarred, lines of hard muscle and firm skin, and she reverently stroked the scars left over from god knows what horrible things. 

The water was still warm when she finished, so she whispered “just a few more minutes” and Billy made a low noise of agreement in response. He sat on the wide tile bench in the shower and gathered in his lap and he held her there in the water until she started to fall asleep against his chest. 

Finally Billy reached out to turn off the water and they dried off with thick towels. Addison pulled on a clean oversized tank top but Billy didn’t bother with anything. “Bed,” she directed him and he did as he was told. She pulled her first aid kit out of her bag and started to dab a little salve on the worst of the burns, adding bandages to ones that needed it, but trying not to be overly attentive. 

“How did you get through the explosion?” she asked as she gently prodded at a patch of red skin on his arm, reaching for the burn gel again.

“When I saw the bomb I legged it for the back of the place but I knew I weren’t gonna make it out. Shut myself up in a walk-in freezer just in time and then I found a way out that weren’t totally in flames yet.”

She put her stuff away then reached up to slide her hand along his jaw. “Thank you for coming for me…” She had to let him know, she had to tell him what it meant for him to never give up the way he did. 

He nodded then moved her kit off the bed. “‘Nough playin’ doctor, sunshine. Ya need sleep.”  

He pushed the heavy blankets away and helped her lay down before pulling them back up and gathering her close. He nestled in close to her, slipping his arm around her waist and she wrapped her arms around him as he lay along side her settling with his head on her shoulder.

She thanked the universe over and over in her head that she still had him. After a moment she realized she could tell he was still thinking, not falling asleep.

“What are you doing?” she hummed, carding her fingers through his hair as he tightened his arm around her waist, his ear pressed to the flat of her chest. “Not that I’m complaining…”

“Listenin’ to your heartbeat,” he murmured gruffly. “Go to sleep.”

Addison smiled, closing her eyes, and she did the same, listening to his. 

They were woken up hours later by Billy’s phone ringing from the nightstand. He jerked awake, moving his free arm to reach for it before he’d even fully opened his eyes. 

“Yeah,” he answered, his voice hoarse. 

“We found him,” Mallory replied in her customary clipped tone. Billy sat up so fast from where they were tangled together on the bed Addison tumbled out of his arms.

“Who is it,” he growled. 

“It took some digging but we traced the phone to a company called Dynamite Consulting, which is a subsidiary of Atlas Group, owned by NovaStar. Which is owned by James Stillwell.”

“Stillwell? The fuck?!”

“Madelyn Stillwell’s brother.”

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Chapter 30

[advanced-imbecile-art]

Since I'm slowly making some Special Forces OCs, I realized making one is probably kind of daunting for most people due to all the Military stuff so here's a very loose collection of thoughts on the structure of the Special Forces.

Cause after all, what's a Black Dragon without an Special Forces Agent to hunt them down?

So to start, if you know anything about the military, the Special Forces is weird. A US Military task force started to fight international crime gangs? That's more the wheelhouse of other agencies like the CIA and INTERPOL I feel, but I digress because I'm here to make some sense of the Earthrealm Special Forces (ESF) since I think that's the era most people would be interesting in making an OC for the organization and I hope what I write here will give some of you enough insight to feel confident developing one or two.

First we'll cover some boring shit that won't really affect the day to day of your average ESF troop. Normally, federal troops are incredibly restricted on what the can and can't do to enforce domestic policies on US soil per The Posse Comitatus Act. However, given it's focus is responding to otherworldly threats to the US and the world at large, there is likely legislation that has been passed and carve outs made for Special Forces to operate in this capacity and still be part of the Department of Defense. There is likely a congressional panel that provides civilian oversight to ESF, hence all of Sonya Blade's references to a particular congressman during MKX. He's likely in charge of that oversight committee which can do things like hold hearings about what ESF has been up to to ensure they are operating within the bounds of their assigned responsibilities and not wasting taxpayer money.

Now onto the stuff you'll really want to know for your potential troop. Starting with some general military structure knowledge. The most important thing you need to know is there are two main groups in the military. Your Officers and your Enlisted. Officers are your captains, Lts, Colonels. They're the managers of the forces. Every group and subgroup within the military will generally have an Officer in charge of it to manage it. Sometimes they're assigned to do actual tasks, but generally they're in charge of the far more numerous Enlisted doing the tasks. Enlisted are the real work force of the military. These are the guys getting called Private, Arimen, Seamen, Sergeant, Petty Officer, ect. They're going to be the guys making up those mobs we seen getting thrown at Outworld's threats. The ones guarding the portal at the refugee site in MKX. For a more in depth break down of that, just search the US Military Rank Structure and you'll get plenty of images breaking down the E and O ranks across the forces.

ESF is most certainly a Special Joint Operation with the US Army making up a good amount of the group given how many grunts we see get mowed down in MK11's opening. This likely means, outside of special cases I'll ponder later, that you do not directly join the ESF. Instead you would join one of the basic military branches (Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force, and now our new Space Force) or even other agencies like the FBI and CIA and later be selected or be given the opportunity to volunteer for this special mission. Because of this, there are likely very very few junior ranking enlisted in the ESF. Most everyone is likely a Sergeant or Petty Officer for the Enlisted side, and at least a Captain on the Officer side.

The ESF is also certainly an international effort. It's not unusual for certain units and missions to have troops from our allied forces assigned to them. So there's probably a good handful of members from other countries, likely mainly from the Five Eyes partnership of Australia, Canada, New Zealand, the UK, and the US. That said, this is a fantasy land with alternate history so your agent could be from anywhere! Germany, India, whatever you like.

Finally, onto some funky exceptions I imagine exist for the ESF. At this point, I bet you're asking where someone like Johnny Cage falls in all this. On one hand, he could be a Civilian General Schedule. Which is just the term used for Civilians employed by a federal agency like the Department of Defense. Usually referred to as GS on a grade scale similar to how Enlisted and Officers are. He could also be specially contracted to work on behalf of the ESF, but not be directly employed by the Department of Defense. There's a lot of nitty gritty differences here, but what I imagine is most important to you theoretical OC maker, is that a Civilian employee will answer to someone on the Military side. A Contractor would view the ESF more as a customer they are providing a service for.

Finally, I know I said earlier you likely aren't able to directly join the ESF? Well given that they're a suped up kind of X-Files agency, I would bet good money there is a department dedicated to identifying special individuals like meta humans and recruiting them into the ESF. Possibly into small highly specialized units. There's bound to be all sorts of people scattered on Earthrealm with other worldly powers like Johnny Cage and Kenshi have, or perhaps just have a particular skill set or knowledge the ESF may need. Keeping a keen eye on anyone who might already be recruited into the military, but also identifying anyone who could be either useful to the ESF or a threat to Earthrealm if left unchecked. Think like how the X-Men are recruited into Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

That's all I've got for now. Sorry if anything in here doesn't make much sense, but like I said. Late night and loosely organized. I'm more than happy to talk about any of this in more detail if someone has questions.

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Whenever there's a story about a secret society or a shadowy quasi-government organization that pulls all the strings and controls the entire world and regularly defeats apocalyptic threats against humanity, I always wonder who the hell's paying for it all? The Men in Black, Hellboy's Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense, the Assassins, the Templars, they all have blank check budgets and carte blanche to do whatever they need to, whenever, wherever, however. Need to go to an archeological site in Baghdad that may be the literal Garden of Eden? No problem, you'll be on the next flight alongside all your friends and co-workers, and all their supplies and guns and computers, you know, all the stuff that's really easy to ship across international borders. The Kola Superdeep Borehole is actually a portal to hell? I'm sure the Russian government won't mind us checking it out. Area 51 is about as impenetrable as the backstage at a rock concert; sure, some burly guy in a STAFF t-shirt or full combat gear may shout "HEY" and start chasing you, but you can give him the slip real easy and go about your business without him ever alerting a superior.

BORING.

Give me the shadowy agency that has had regular budget cuts since the 1980s. Their power and influence ebbs and flows every 2 years depending on which party controls congress. There's so much red tape and so many roadblocks that the 10,000 year old cult which was once the dominant global superpower is now just a rump echo chamber; they've preserved their ancient Proto-Indo-European language, the mother tongue of about half the world's population, but there was so much infighting over the millennia that they broke into countless warring factions that basically don't do anything anymore. "We're the People's Front of Judea, not like those wankers in the Judean People's Front."

Agent Kay once said "there is always an Arquilian battle cruiser or a Corilian deathray or an intergalactic plague about to wipe out all life on this miserable little planet, but the only way these people can go about their happy lives is they DO. NOT. KNOW ABOUT IT!" Surely they drop the ball from time to time.

"Hey, where's the Archduke? Aren't you part of his security detail?" "I thought that was your job!"

or

"When you disabled the alien ship, you set the autopilot to crash into the Pacific, right?" "The Administrator told me to aim for the Arctic." "Why the hell would he tell you that?!? Its orbit was nowhere near the Arctic! Where is it now?" "Apparently it's about to enter the atmosphere over Chelyabinsk, Russia. Whoops."

or

"A rematch?!? That wasn't the plan! Why don't the higher ups ever give me a warning before they go off book? Do you even know which campaign you're supposed to sabotage? Everyone already hates them both!"

[the-healthy-human-mind]

No Survivors

A/N: For the lovely @superhero-landing.

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairing: F! OC Evelyne "Snake" Gray x Moot! OC Valkyrie (platonically)

CWs: Inaccurate military everything, canon-typical violence, torture, blood, manipulation, Evelyne is a little shit, and so is Val, friendly banter, talk of shitty dads, shitty-dad-and-brother slander,

Summary: While stationed in Oslo, Norway, Evelyne meets someone she'd never expect; a non-military assassin, contracted by the CIA for a capture or kill operation. After a successful mission, the two go to a nearby pub to celebrate, and to talk shit about their family.

December, 2018

"I still don't understand why we couldn't just do this ourselves."

"Suck it up, Snake. You’ll be working with a vigilante, if you will, to assist in the operation. You and this person are the only ones able to kill on Norwegian soil."

"Vigilante, Kate? Is the CIA too good for their own?"

The woman laughs, “No, but trust me, this person is worth it Snake.”

Evelyne sighs as the helo lands, Havoc grinning wickedly at her. She glares back, standing up. When the ramp lowers, she’s met with the face of a bleach blonde, dressed in all black. Their eyes scan around, and she almost looks bored to be there.

“Bloody fucking hell,”

“You’re Snake?” They stare back at her, baffled.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Evelyne mumbles, while Havoc laughs his off next to her.

"Nice to know you haven't gotten yourself killed, Val."

Val rolls his eyes at the agent. "Don't get your hopes up,"

Evelyne gawks at Marcus, "You know this, this poor excuse of a mercenary?"

"Hey! I have feelings too, you know."

"Eh," Marcus shrugs, "talk to 'em 'bout knives and buy 'em a drink an' they're fine. Keep 'em occupied and you'll be good for life."

Snake goes to reply, but a harsh voice cuts her off.

"Target lands in less than 2 hours, move your asses."

Snake adjusts the straps of her vest, tightening them when needed. She confirms her the amount of magazines she has, and re-laces her boots. She looks up through her dark lashes when another set of boots come into her sight.

"Nervous?"

Snake scoffs at Val, "No, I'm making sure I can cover for your ass when you panic."

They laugh, "Keep telling yourself that, Snakie," and then walks away.

"I'm gonna kill this bitch," Evelyne sneers as Marcus walks by.

"Sure you will,"

"Eyes ahead, 12 o'clock, target spotted."

Snake switches off her comms, focusing her scope on the target, an old Army Colonel that went rouge.

"Prepare to engage, Snake hold your fire. Val with me"

"Copy that Havoc."

She watches as Havoc crosses over the deserted road, Val trailing opposite of him. The target unknowingly walks right in the path of Val, who grabs the man by the jacket and slams him to the ground.

Shit, she was going to blow this mission. Or so Snake thought, until Val shoved a needle in the mans neck right after, causing him to fall limp in their arms. Havoc looks just as confused as she feels.

Val looks at Havoc, and then in the general direction of Snake, confused as to why they were both silent. "Are we getting the information or not?"

Sweet jesus, this person is something else.

Snake threw her vest in the corner of the room, next to Havoc's and Val's. Interrogation didn't need protection, for her at least. Not so much for the other guy. She watches as Havoc straps the man down to the wooden chair he found in the safe house.

Valkyrie picks at their nails in the corner, somehow bored again.

"Hey My Chemical Romance, you gonna stand there or are you going to help me get the coordinates?"

Their eyes seem to light up as they nod, marching for the door. Snake flicks the light on to the single bulb in the safe house's basement, revealing the man in question, his head hung low on his chest. Marcus pushes off the concrete wall.

"All yours, Snake."

Evelyne nods at him as he passes by, turning back to Val.

"Ever done something like this before?"

"Normally I just kill them on site, I don't like dealing with their bitching."

Snake snorts, pulling on a pair of latex gloves, "well get some ear plugs, there's about to be some begging."

"No, absolutely not, I'm not going in there Snake."

"You're a fucking skyscraper, how the hell are you afraid of a sketchy bar?"

Marcus looks at her as if she grew four heads, which she didn't, duh.

"How many people have died here?"

Evelyne pretends to count on her fingers, smiling when Marcus curses at her in German, walking back towards the hotel Laswell booked for them. Evelyne turns to Val.

"Don't tell me you're too chicken, emo."

Val shrugs, "Do they have good beer? Hot bartenders?"

Evelyne groans as the cold beer runs down her throat, soothing the ache of having argued with the man mere hours ago. Val sits in the booth across form her, ogling the plate of ribbe and sour cabbage on the table.

"Not gonna eat itself, Val, dig in."

He looks at her, back at the plate, and the shoves a piece of the crispy pork in their mouth, eyes widening at both the crunch and the taste.

"Ho' you fin' this plac'?"

Evelyne chuckles at Vals mumbles through a mouthful of pork.

"My dad was here every night getting wasted, and I had to drag his ass home."

"Wait, you had a shitty dad too?"

Evelyne places a stack of banknotes on the table, sliding out of the booth, pulling Val with her.

"Where are we going-"

"To see the lights, I haven't seen them in almost half a decade, I'm not missing out."

She drags Val out of the bar behind her, coming to stand in the courtyard, others gathering around the two. The lights are a perfect mix of brightness and color, but aren't overbearing on the eyes. Evelyne cannot help but speak of the tales her grandmother used to tell her, before she left Oslo.

"They say that these lights are what attract the sun to return after winter, that if we didn't celebrate them, that we would be stuck in darkness for eternity."

Val looks over at her, their lip twitching, "quite the poet, aren't you Snakie."

"Call me the new Shakespeare."

[oneshotnewbie]

Hey wondering if you could do another Natasha Ross fic. Loved the first you did when I requested. Again I give you full creative liberty because how good you did last time.

Authors note: Ugh, there are no gifs of Natasha Ross. I hate it!! But here you have a slightly different story of Natasha, which doesn't really have much to do with Station 19 and might even be considered as an au? I'm sorry if it doesn't suit your taste- it was the first thing I thought of when I read your request 😊

Summary: Natasha is recruited by a secret government agency to take part in an undercover operation dealing with arson and terrorism in Seattle. You are an investigator, or rather a former soldier, who is assigned to help her.

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The smoke rose in thick clouds into the Seattle evening sky and the pungent smell of burnt wood hung in the air. Natasha Ross wiped the sweat from her forehead and took a deep breath. Her muscles burned with exhaustion, but she was glad that they had managed to get the fire under control. The last few hours had been a nightmare, but now that the flames were contained, she could finally relax a little.

"Good job, guys. We did it," Captain Sullivan called, patting Natasha on the shoulder. "Now everyone go back to the station and get the cars back in shape." Natasha nodded exhaustedly and looked at each of her team members. "You heard the captain. You did a great job today, I'm proud of you."

When they got back to the station, she was about to go to her locker when she noticed someone standing at the entrance to the fire station. An older man in a tailored gray suit.

"Ross?" The man's voice was firm and authoritative, his serious gaze directed strictly at Natasha. She raised her eyebrows and walked towards him with slow and careful steps. "Yes, I'm Natasha Ross. Can I help you?"

"My name is Alex Carter,“ the man pulled out an older ID card holder and showed Natasha his Homeland Security badge. "I need to speak to you. Urgently."

Her heart immediately started beating faster and her palms began to sweat. What could a Department of Homeland Security agent want from her? "What is it about, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Not here. Follow me, please." Alex Carter turned around without another word and led Natasha to a black SUV parked not too far from the station. Natasha hesitated for a moment, but then decided to follow the request. She couldn't deny that the situation had piqued her curiosity.

There was a tense silence inside the vehicle until they finally reached a nondescript office building on the outskirts of the city. The agent led Natasha through a labyrinth of corridors and security gates until they finally arrived in a small conference room. The room was sparsely furnished, with only a table and a few chairs. On the walls hung various old maps of the whole of Seattle with red circles on them and photos of various fire sites.

"Sit down, Ross," Carter said coldly and closed the door behind him. "What I'm about to tell you is strictly confidential and must not leave this building. You are bound to secrecy."

Natasha sat down and looked expectantly at the agent while resting her hands on the wooden table. "Okay, I'm listening."

"There have been a number of arsons in Seattle over the last few months," Carter began, laying an open file on the table that contained the same pictures that were on the corkboards. "These fires were not accidental. We have evidence that they are the work of an organized terrorist cell."

Natasha frowned and couldn't help but grunt. "With all due respect, but what do I have to do with this?"

Alex Carter leaned forward and straddled the table, his hands gripping it tightly as he looked Natasha straight in the eyes. "We know that you have demonstrated exceptional firefighting skills during your time with the fire department. Additionally, you were previously part of a special task force in the Marines. Your experience and skills make you the perfect candidate for a covert operation."

Natasha felt her pulse rate exceed normal. She had left her time in the Marines more than a decade ago and vowed never again to be involved in such dangerous missions that could drag her and her family into the abyss. "You want me to go undercover?" she asked incredulously and the agent nodded with a straight face. "Exactly. We have reason to believe that the terrorist cell is planning to carry out a large-scale attack in Seattle. We need someone who can infiltrate their structures and gather information. Someone who is inconspicuous and competent. And that's where you come into the game."

Natasha leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath. Her leg was shaking nervously under the table. "I don't know... I've left that world behind me." She spoke in a whisper. "I understand," Alex Carter said calmly. "But remember that your skills and knowledge are needed now. You could save countless lives."

The fire chief was silent for a moment. The idea of ​​returning to a world full of danger and uncertainty was frightening. But the thought that she could actually make a difference and put a stop to it made her hesitate. "Who is my contact?" she finally asked, determined to help.

A slight smile, the first since the meeting, crossed Carter's face. "Your old comrade, y/n y/l/n. She now works for Homeland Security and will be your partner on this mission." Natasha's eyes widened, her pupils dilating to the maximum. "Y/n y/l/n? I thought she had quit her service."

"After her time in the military, she decided to pursue a career in the secret service," he explained quickly, getting back to the important topic. "She will be your main contact and will provide you with all the information you need."

She took a deep breath and finally nodded. They hadn't seen or heard from each other for years. Contact was lost shortly after she herself had quit the service and started a new career as a firefighter. "Okay. What do I have to do?"

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Two weeks had passed since you and Natasha had gone undercover. You had integrated yourself into the structures of the terrorist cell, got used to your new identities and put your lives on the line every day. The fine balance between your roles as firefighter and Homeland Security agent was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain. But you both knew that any carelessness could blow your cover.

Inside the building, chaos reigned. Flames were blazing from the walls and the sound of crackling wood and collapsing structures filled the air. Natasha knelt behind a stack of boxes and observed the scene. She could feel the adrenaline flowing through her veins as she waited for the operation to begin.

"Are you alright, 'tash?" Your concerned voice came through the piece of technology in her ear, clear and precise. You were on the other side of the hall, monitoring the operation from a safe distance. "Yes, everything is fine," she whispered back and took a deep breath. "I'm ready."

The task was clear: infiltrate the group responsible for the arsons, gather information and prevent their next major attack. But that also meant that you were both in constant danger and your every move had to be carefully coordinated so as not to attract attention or worse.

Natasha forced herself to remain calm as she heard the hall door being pushed open. Several more figures entered, including her first target: a man named Victor Delgado, the right-hand man of the head of the terrorist unit.

"Guys, have you prepared everything?" Delgado asked in a sharp voice. He was tall, muscular, and exuded a menacing presence. "Yes, sir," a younger man answered nervously, probably a new follower, since you had never seen him before. "The fire will spread quickly, as planned. We made sure of that."

The fire chief pressed herself even deeper into the shadows, waiting for the signal from you. She knew you only had one chance to overpower Delgado and his men without anyone getting hurt, and to get him to talk at the headquarters.

"Now!" you whispered into her earpiece, and Natasha jumped out of her hiding place, her borrowed Homeland Security gun drawn. "Don't move!" she shouted loudly, aiming directly at Delgado. "Homeland Security!"

For a moment, time seemed to stand still for her, then more chaos broke out. Delgado reached for his own weapon, but you were faster. A precise shot from your hidden position hit him in the shoulder, and he fell to the ground. The other men also drew their weapons, but you were both prepared. A heavy exchange of fire broke out, and Natasha felt the wave of adrenaline hit her.

When everything went quiet again and the men were lying on the ground all around you, you stormed towards Delgado and overpowered him. "Get down on the ground! It's over for you."

While the two of you, with backup, arrested and secured the men, Natasha felt a rush of relief. But this calm was short-lived, she knew that this was only a small victory in a much bigger game.

Four hours later, Natasha was sitting in a safe house that Homeland Security had prepared for the two of you. The room was spartan but functional. She had sat down on the sofa, exhausted, and rubbed her eyes. But she couldn't go to sleep yet. She was waiting anxiously for you to come back and for news that she hoped you could squeeze out of Delgado.

When a key turned in the lock of the old door and the squeaky wood sprang open, she was suddenly wide awake again and stood on her feet, nervously walking towards you. "Have you found out anything?"

You nodded, also tired, and kicked your shoes off your feet. "I have a name: Thao Lord. He is the real mastermind behind the attacks. We have to catch him tomorrow night, otherwise the whole of Seattle will burn down."

Natasha felt the nervousness fading from her body. Finally you had a name, a goal. But the danger was far from over and a return to her old life was not yet done.

"Delgado was just a small cog in the machine. This Lord is far worse than we had imagined," you said, sitting down next to Natasha, that meanwhile haf sat back down. She leaned back and nodded as she sipped her wine glass. "Probably. But we took an important step today."

"You were great out there today. Like old times, huh?" you finally said after a moment of silence, looking at her with a soft smile. "I knew I had chosen the right one with you when we were looking for someone suitable for this mission."

Natasha felt the surprise overcoming her, her eyes widening. "You... chose me? I thought this was Carter's idea."

Another silence fell, heavy and full of unspoken words. "We should rest," you finally whispered and stood up. "Tomorrow will be a long day."

Natasha nodded silently and watched you go to your room. She sighed and leaned back again, her mind racing. Why were you still thinking about her after all these years? Why did you choose her when you could have chosen any other chief from all the fire departments in Seattle?"

ᕚ---ᕘ

The following night there was a tense silence as you and Natasha approached the spot where Thao Lord was supposed to meet Delgado. An abandoned industrial building on the outskirts of the city, similar to the one where you had confronted Delgado. This time, however, you knew it was all or nothing.

"Are you ready?" Natasha asked quietly, looking at you. You nodded, your eyes sparkling with determination as a smile spread across your lips. "I'm always ready, 'tash. You know that."

With a mischievous wink, you began to move silently through the shadows until you both reached the building. She hesitantly opened the heavy door, trying not to make a sound, and you entered the interior a few seconds later. There was an eerie silence inside, only interrupted by the occasional drip of water from the leaky pipes.

"Thao Lord must be here somewhere," you whispered, holding your weapon ready to fire. "We have to be careful, it's too confusing."

You made your way through the dark corridors, always on guard. Natasha could hear her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared for the unexpected. Finally, you reached a large room with a table in the middle, loaded with explosives and plans of the city.

Suddenly you heard footsteps and quickly ducked behind a wall as a man with graying hair and cold, calculating eyes approached the table - Thao Lord.

"Everything is ready," he said firmly to himself and laughed. "Tonight Seattle will go up in flames and destroy everything that needs to be destroyed."

Natasha felt her blood boiling. She had to stop him before he could put his plan into action. She exchanged a brief but determined look with you, then you both nodded at each other. It was time to act.

"Homeland Security! Hands up!" Natasha shouted, staying in cover and keeping her gun pointed at Lord. "Nothing is going to blow up here! The only thing that will happen is that you'll see the inside of a cell."

Lord laughed coldly and fired wildly. "You think you can stop me? You're just two women against an entire organization!"

But you and Natasha were not intimidated. You fought with all your strength and skill, and finally you managed to overpower Thao. He lay on the ground, his hands handcuffed, and she stepped closer to him. "You lost," she said in a firm voice. "Seattle is safe. Delgado ratted you out."

Thao Lord looked up with hate-filled eyes and a brief, cold shiver ran down her spine. "This isn't over yet." Natasha ignored his words and helped you get him to his feet before you both made your way to the headquarters.

The night passed quickly and the next morning you and Natasha were sitting in a small cafe, away from the hectic city. The case was closed, Lord and his men were behind bars, and the danger to Seattle had been averted. In the quiet moments after the storm, you could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad it's all over," said Natasha, taking a sip of her coffee. "It was a tough time that somehow reminded me a lot of the Marines and I'm honestly glad to be back with my team."

You nodded and looked her deep in the eyes. "Yes, it was. But I'm also glad that we got through it together. I couldn't have imagined a better partner for this case."

There was a moment of silence, and the fire chief could practically feel the depth of it. "Y/n, I want you to know how much what we have achieved together means to me," she said quietly and you smiled, gently running your finger along the rim of your coffee cup. "And not only that. I also realized how much you mean to me and how much I have missed you all these years."

"I feel the same way. You became my friend again so quickly. If not more... and that in such a short time even though the distance has separated us for so long."

Natasha felt a wave of joy as she took your hand and squeezed it tightly. "I want us to keep in touch. Let's see where this leads."

You nodded and squeezed her hand once too. "Yes, let's do that. Together." you said and in that moment you knew that you could get through anything together, like in your previous life. The danger was averted and a future full of possibilities and further collaborations lay ahead of you. You and Natasha had found each other not only as partners but also as friends, and nothing could separate you again.

[cicadapocalypse7]

file 13 intro

i wont say that f13 is my main project but it is the one curently iotting my brain the most as the kids say. so this piost wll be an introduction to it!

premise:

the story follows the a southern Ohio branch of the federal bureau of paranormal investigation, a secret government organization tasked with concealing the paranormal and dealing with any paranormal issues that may arise.

inspirations:

the magnus archives, the scp foundation, men in black (as a concept, not the tv show or whatever), welcome to night vale, 1984 by George Orwell, the lore podcast by Aron manke, various urban legends, folklore, and ghost stories ive heard over the years.

a not about the positions at the fbpi- usually relatively few people are employed, and many people do things that arent traditionally part of the job- theres no janitor- everyone keeps their workspace clean, etc. basically if something needs done, the most qualified person does it.

cast at a glance: (hopefully they'll all get their own post in the future.)

Simon knight- the typist for the branch. computers don't always mesh well with the paranormal, so f13 keeps physical record of everything, and Simon is the guy that gets the reports written up. he doesnt conduct interviews, but he does make transcripts of them. he writes things in shorthand on site and then types them up with a type writer. the manuscript is eventually bound into a book and archived. Simon inst a particularly ranking official, but hes effectively second in command because hes the hardest working/ williams favorite.

Noah Zhu- Noah is the only specific field agent- as in that's his job title, he takes along which ever coworker wants to go (or whoever loses a coin toss or draws the shortest straw or whatever). he actually likes his job, and takes all the photos for the archives, reports etc.

Avery bell- i stated before that technology is fickle for the paranormal investigators. fortunately Avery is an expert in dealing with haunted electronics. she is the tech department for the fbpi, and spends a good deal of her time playing solitaire on her computer instead of working.

daisy- daisy is an intern, and divides her time between the various employees helping out and learning the ropes.

Parker- Parker is the archivist, and keeps the library in order and maintained. its his job to pull resources as needed to compare past cases to current issues etc.

William Frazier- director. William is in charge of the office, and everyone answers to him. its worth noting most people go to Simon first and then the William. William is the oldest buy a good bit and generally a father figure (specifically to Simon) whether he knows it or not.

Charlotte and Celia chance- i’m grouping these to fine ladies together because they have the same job and do everything together (they're married). Charlotte and Celia work in billing and finances, where they've worked as long as anyone can remember. they're blunt and at times a bit intimidating, but they are well loved and respected because they've worked there for so long.

this is a very brief intro and i could go on and will- just not here. if anything is confusing feel free to ask! some of the characters don't have last names yet, but i’m aware of it and working on it.

#creative writing#writer#intro post

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Things Doctor Alto Clef is No Longer Permitted to Do On Site

As ordered by Site Command, O5 Counsel, The Administrator, several SCPs, and generally everyone who ever met the man, Doctor Alto Clef is no longer permitted to do the following:

Not allowed to point at anyone and state "Someone tell 049 quickly, here's a clear case of the Pestilence if I ever saw one!"

Not allowed to give anything with artificial sweeteners to 999. Poor little blob had a horrible stomachache after the infamous episode with the sugar-free gummy bears. Incidentally, the cleaning bill is coming out of your pay.

Not allowed to suggest anomalies to "reeducate" or "reclassify". We know how you'd prefer to classify 682, but it can't be done. And a more intelligent person would stop trying.

Not allowed to smile at staff or anomalies "in a threatening way". Frankly, you're lucky Agent Markovich only gave you a black eye.

Not allowed to "menace" staff with that damned ukulele. But feel free to torture the Chaos Insurgency to your warped heart's delight; those guys are assholes who can not just eat a bag of dicks, but choke on them.

Speaking of bags of dicks... stop sending them to Doctor Bright. His entire desk is overladen with gummy genitalia.

Not allowed to suggest movies to Doctor Bright. The "SCP Fight Club" was your fault, a bad idea all round, and got much worse once 076-2 tagged in.

Not allowed to read bedtime stories to any children on site. We do NOT need another incident of " Where's My Cow?"

Not allowed to tell D-Class that 096 "just needs a hug" and "he's not so scary, just sing to him and you'll be fine".

Not allowed to suggest Site Spirit Day ideas. Yes, Daganronpa is a great series. But... no one wants to live in Hope's Peak Academy, if only for one day. And the Monokumas were just overdoing it.

Not allowed to follow Doctor Gears around with a music app set to "Mr. Roboto" by Styx. Doctor Gears is NOT a robot or any variant thereof.

Not allowed to cook for anyone. Seriously, those pancakes were so hard you could use them as clay pigeons, and somehow the bacon was so raw the pig didn't even notice it was missing yet.

No more gurney racing! We get more than enough injuries on site to begin with.

Not allowed to dress the anomalies. 173 may not have cared about the wig and dress, but we dare you to try it on 076-2 or 106 if you're THAT bored.

Not allowed to start sing-alongs. You know what you did.

Not allowed to barter, buy, sell, lease, or rent souls. How do you even rent a soul? Never mind, that's a rabbit hole best avoided.

Alcohol is not permitted on site. Even if Doctor Bright drives us to drink. Where did the vodka even come from?

Not allowed to request alcohol from 294. Just in case.

Not allowed to use his ukulele as a melee weapon. Just play it, whomever is attacking will surrender instead of hearing that.

Not allowed to create improvised explosives. Kung Pao Chicken does NOT require gunpowder. How did you even turn a live chicken into a clucking grenade?

Not allowed to practice horticulture. Combustible lemons were bad enough, but making them insult you as they hit you is a bit much.

Not allowed to "decommission" anomalies without authorization from above. Doctor Bright does not count. Doctor Gears does count, but he's not likely to agree.

Not allowed to refer to new hires as "fresh meat for the grinder". First... creepy much, Alto? Second, it's just cruel.

No more than 75 kills per day. Sorry, but in this economy ANY help is hard to find, especially good help.

Not allowed to feed the anomalies marijuana brownies. We don't even know how 073 was even able to eat it due to his properties. But seeing 682 stoned was funny. Who knew the big nearly undead bastard had a plethora of dad jokes? Not the three D-Class who nearly died laughing. Still, don't do it again.

For the last damn time... 714 is NOT a Green Lantern Power Ring, we have no such item, there is no Power Battery hidden in the Keter Wing, and you should stop telling staff and D-Class this. We're losing 6 people a day to this nonsense.

Not allowed to refer to his exploding poultry as "chicken riggies", no matter how humorous it may be.

Not allowed to go "undercover" in the women's restrooms, showers, or lockerrooms on site. No, not even for "research". Especially not for THAT kind of "research". Get a RealDoll, Alto!

Not allowed to encourage Doctor Bright in his shenanigans. Does Jack Bright really need encouragement like that?

Not allowed to perform unauthorized tests on staff or anomalies. Putting a "Free Hugs" sign on 049's back was not funny, and if 049 hadn't noticed who knows what would happen.

Not allowed to point at staff in hazmat gear and chant "Unclean. Unclean." Especially not around 049.

"More shotguns" will not solve all problems. Stop suggesting it.

There will NEVER be a "Dress Like a Ninja" day here. Stop trying to make it happen.

Not allowed to "rent" out his services as a "divorce mediator". No one needs your kind of mediation.

No stalking the staff. Period. No, not even if they're a suspected security risk.

If it's on the Bright List, don't. And stop suggesting new ideas to him.

There are no maps for the Wanderer's Library. Please stop selling them.

Jello shots do not typically involve firearms.

Stop referring to Bright Duty as "Witless Protection".

Not allowed to show episodes of "The Twilight Zone" to anomalies. Ferdinand is still looking for that damned cookbook.

[transingthoseformers]

SG Earthspark: Okay, so my original idea was that G.H.O.S.T has been keeping Meridian (Ascenticon ally in the war) prisoner in a black site since the war's end, telling everybody he died, and everybody (including Meridian) thinks Megatron outright murdered Shockwave in the final battle.

When Twitch and Thrash are born G.H.O.S.T (who won and are making themselves and the Autobots look like the good guys of the war, and still has good PR) gets them and Robby and Mo to come to a base to figure out their biology and the cyber-sleeves, with the excuse of medical reasons. G.H.O.S.T and the Autobots plan to manipulate and use the terrans, so just kidnapping and experimenting on them is out of the question. They bring Meridian to take a look because of his transformer expertise, threatening to kill the kids if he tries to warn them or tells them anything. The Malto kids have an episode's or three's worth of early canon-like shenanigans, but after that start becoming suspicious of G.H.O.S.T, the Autobots, and Megatron. They then find out about the unconstitutional imprisonment and POW experimentation, and thinking back to Meridian's behavior wonder if he's a prisoner too because they know there were human Ascenticons during the war. A lot of them, actually. Later they have their first actual Ascenticon encounter when they find Shockwave in the crumbling stasis pod under the memorial, and are initially scared because even when they know about G.H.O.S.T's actions they don't really know about the Ascenticons, and they've grown up surrounded by propaganda. Shockwave tells the Maltos what the war was about and what actually happened, and they have to hide him from G.H.O.S.T, Megatron, and the Autobots and find a way to get him energon (season's middle point??). The Maltos can't try to escape because three out of five kids need the cave water to live. Some more stuff happens (Bot Brawl etc?) and then Hashtag accidentally hacks G.H.O.S.T and gets in contact with Meridian, and massive jailbreak ensues. The Decepticon high command is reunited (minus Megatron), and Meridian is reunited with Shockwave. Then there's the buildup to the final battle, whatever happens there. Maybe Schloder, G.H.O.S.T's leader here, backstabs the Autobots and tries to kill everybody similiarly to baseline's s1 finale?? Maybe the truth is revealed to the world?? Not sure what the Autobot situation should be at the end. Or Megatron. Or why Megatron turned evil, a corruption arc is one thing but actually joining The Enemy™ is another.

But i sort of want Meridian to still become a cyborg. Not sure how, why, or where the parts would come from, G.H.O.S.T is too smart to experiment on prisoners like that (if you give somebody who hates you superhuman abilities, that's absolutely getting used against you). Maybe he does it because he can't fight the Autobots, there's barely any Ascenticons left and none of them are here, and SOMEBODY has to protect these kids and take down G.H.O.S.T & the Autobots and their conspiracy.

Not sure how to maintain the vague outline as well as possible if i do that, because then Meridian would have to escape G.H.O.S.T much earlier to have time to think he has to do this and then actually do it too. And he should also be with the Maltos. Maybe Shockwave is found and taken away and the Maltos finally have to go on the run, which is when Meridian joins them and his reunion with Shockwave is still pushed to the jailbreak??

Also not sure how to divide this into 26 episodes and make sure that works. Pacing too.

Yep yep, makes sense!

I'd say the "purposeful cyborg to help the kids" route for Dr Meridian makes sense to me

Agent Schloder as GHOST's leader is interesting, he'd have a unique SG twist

Not quite sure how to help with some of the other stuff

[anthrofreshtodeath]

Whoops

I meant to do some mindless smut prompts (still might!) but then accidentally came up with this instead. Apparently the dialogue/character study for the Bones crossover is bubbling up ahead of schedule, so here's some of that. We are still a long, long way off from a story, but We Shall See.

___

“These Amherst guys really dropped the ball,” Jane’s voice carries from the dense thicket of trees to the small clearing where Maura currently stands. Well, bends, really, crouching so that the leather of her boots touches the fabric of the skirt on her thighs, while the fog around her seeps into her skin even under her blazer. 

For a moment, because of the tenor of that voice, deep and rich and extra liquid, Maura forgets that Doctor Brennan is crouching right next to her. “Bony nodules fusing with the upper symphyseal face…” Brennan drones, peering into the very visible pubic skeleton of the victim’s remains, using a brush to displace some of the dark soil around them. 

“About twenty years old,” Maura murmurs, because Jane is emerging and though she should be concentrating on what Brennan is saying. It is good that they have the understanding, the shorthand that they’ve developed over the last two months, because Maura can compartmentalize analysis of remains to the way, way back of her brain. And she needs to, with the way that Jane looks when she approaches the body.

“Listen, y’know, I’ve seen it a thousand times, these little departments - they don’t talk to each other. They putz around trying to figure out their one murder, and when they hear there’re more close by just like it, they bury their heads in the sand,” Booth, the one federal collaborator that has actually looked like a companion next to Jane, says when he takes his place beside her, index cards in hand. 

Maura is far too focused on Jane to more than glance at the way he studies Doctor Brennan. 

Since Booth and Brennan’s arrival in late February, Jane, of course, has resisted Booth’s federal authority at every turn. Her disdain for the FBI has burned as hot as ever, even though he has wielded that authority with grace, if not a little impatience at the local authorities who had no idea they’d been seeing identical killings at clustered dumping sites in the reservoirs for six months, because they don’t communicate. Jane had flown past impatience and into anger when Maura and Korsak had convinced her to help out, again at the behest of those silly local authorities. 

On the condition, of course, that she and Agent Booth collaborate. And then, a strange thing started to happen. They are similar in so many ways, truly: they both take their coffee black, two sugar. They live for sport and they speak with many of the same colloquialisms that confound both Maura and Brennan - Maura had been glad to realize she wasn’t the only one. They harbor the same thirst for justice, though Booth’s appears very tied up in the law and service to his country, while Jane’s nestles somewhere in her heart, independent of law though it sometimes coincides with it. 

In short, given the things that they have in common, they began to bond. Sort of. Booth, a morning person by military experience, rises early, and Jane loathes to be last to a crime scene, to an autopsy, to a bone examination, so she rises early now, too. Maura actually gets to see her for more than four minutes every morning before she has to clock in and start the day. Not that she had wanted to see Jane for more than four minutes every morning, but that was before Booth arrived and the peculiar changes had begun. Now, Maura considers it scientific inquisitiveness more than anything else. Despite living in two separate apartments, Booth and Jane arrive at headquarters at the same time. Booth holds the door for her, and she swipes the both of them in, a symbiosis that baffles Maura to this day. Booth used to walk in with his own coffee from the cart across the street, but ever since Jane had shown him the artisan beans Maura had bought for her, he follows her up to third floor homicide and they brew a pot together. Jane had even bought him a Steelers mug to drink his in when she found out about his love for them, and she bought herself a Patriots one to match. Booth stands and likes to hold an object like a ball or a hockey puck when he thinks, while Jane sits in her chair, long legs perched up on the desk, but they both narrow their brows and draw their mouths into hard lines when they do it. 

None of these things is why Maura stares. They’re not why Maura has started staring for the past month now. No - one day, when they all had made the drive to Amherst to check out a newly discovered body in a conservation area, shots had rung out while they examined the remains. Jane had ushered Maura and Brennan to the Medical Examiner’s van they’d arrived in, gun drawn, and Booth had pulled one from his side to defend them.

That was hot in and of itself, Maura couldn’t deny. The protectiveness honeyed up her insides, even though the shooter had been a resident that thought the four of them were trespassers on the land. But, as soon as they were alone at the scene, Booth and Brennan on a call with experts at the Medico-Legal lab of the Jeffersonian Institute, Jane had grumbled an apology about not being prepared enough to save Maura. Maura had rolled her eyes, because the hero complex was part of what caused their divorce in the first place, but then Jane had shown up at BPD the next morning with a double shoulder holster under her blazer.

One nearly identical to Booth’s. 

Maura feels more unmoored now than she did the first time she saw it poking out from under black fabric, because, in late April, it’s warm enough to forego the blazer and Jane wears two firearms in a russet brown leather holster completely exposed to the outer air. Booth hasn’t influenced her long black slacks or her worn-in leather boots with the chunky heel, or the way she tucks in her ironed white shirt, leaving just the two top buttons undone to show her undershirt. No, he’d just - indirectly - given her the perfect accent for it all.

“Hey Maura. Doc,” says Jane, greeting the two, angling her left hand in front of her hips, slotted downward so that her fingertips hang inches from Maura’s face while she pulls on a purple nitrile glove.

Maura flinches when the material snaps into place on Jane’s wrist. When she looks up at Jane’s face, Jane smirks, like she knows. Like she knows the entire trace of Maura’s thoughts from when she arrived with Agent Booth until now. Maura looks back down, lightly touching the bones in front of her. “Detective. Agent Booth,” she greets cooly, proud of herself. 

“Sorry for the uh, delay, Bones. Not sure how ya run into traffic in the middle of nowhere, but we did,” Booth’s proximity to Brennan is much less charged than Jane’s proximity to Maura, like he’s just arrived home after a long day, even though it’s morning. His body relaxes, his face softens. Brennan’s doesn’t change.

“It’s Mass. We run into traffic in our sleep,” Jane quips.

“We should have all ridden together. Doctor Isles’ GPS system is very advanced,” Brennan says, and when both of them stand, she turns to Maura. “I’m not surprised. He insists the routes he takes are the best way, even if he’s never been to a location before. He ends up adding minutes to the drive.” She purses her lips in a serious little tease, and Maura realizes they’ve had effects on each other, too. Brennan has pushed Maura’s dedication to objectivity, Maura has given Brennan a few more social hazing techniques, even if they are only to get under the skin of the law enforcement partner with which they work. 

Maura smirks, then looks right at Jane. “He does, does he? Sounds familiar,” she says. Jane shakes her head, and stands close, peering over Maura’s shoulder at the shallow grave in which the victim was found. Maura knows a challenge when she sees one, and she doesn’t back down. She can smell lavender, gun oil, leather, and strong coffee. She thinks about crossing her legs, and then abandons the thought - she lets the arousal, the attraction happen, exactly as Jane intends. She will let Jane deal with the fallout. Like, for example, the tiny tug she places on Jane’s belt as she pretends to use the leverage to climb up from uneven terrain around the grave. What will Jane do with it?

“He does,” confirms Brennan. “I much prefer riding with empiricists.”

“Oh come on, I don’t do that. Do I do that?” Booth puts his arms out in defense of himself, a pen in one hand and stack of fluorescent-colored cards in the other. His tie hangs narrow and long like an arrow right to his hips. His is more pronounced, but his shoulder-to-hip ratio reminds Maura of Jane’s.

In the background, Brennan says something along the lines of you *absolutely* do, but it is Jane’s whisper that Maura hears more clearly. “You like ridin’ empiricists, too?” growls Jane, now too close to even pretend this is a professional interaction. 

Well, Maura had tossed a tater, and Jane just walloped it over the fence. Maura taps an index finger against Jane’s sharp jawline, much like a pitcher who doesn’t watch the home run of the guy who just took him to the moon. “I like riding whoever can keep up with me,” she says, low and sweet in the way Jane has always liked. 

Jane blushes, but keeps her stony gaze ahead. “Hmm,” the hum rumbles in her throat. “You sayin’ I can’t keep up with you anymore?”

“I think, even after everything that we’ve been through, you’re still the only one that can keep up with me,” Maura tells her. 

“So you don’t like ridin’ empiricists,” Jane teases, “you shoulda just said that.”

“We’ll get back to Boston around lunch time, if all goes well. Meet me at home,” Maura orders. She doesn’t elaborate.

Judging by the way Jane widens her stance, crossing her wrists in front of her hips, Maura doesn’t need to elaborate. “I think Booth and I are gonna work right through lunch,” she says.

Maura looks down at those crossed wrists - if Jane meant it as a homing beacon, Maura won’t deny her. “I could, too, but then we’d have to meet in my office. Right next to the autopsy suite, where the esteemed Doctor Brennan will be working. Do you really want an audience?”

At that, Jane drops the facade. “Hell no,” she grumbles. “Beacon Hill, noon.”

Maura doesn’t reply, she simply turns toward the group of crime scene techs behind them. “Remains go to the Chief Medical Examiner’s office. Doctor Brennan will advise on how best to transport them. Split your team; I want them back in Boston as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Doctor Isles,” a few young people call out to her, just before she makes her way back to the cluster of vehicles parked along the narrow road to their left.

___

“Hey, hey, c’mere!” Jane has screeched her unmarked to a stop on the street right in front of Maura’s courtyard, and she is whispering harshly. Maura has just arrived a few seconds before her, and is walking briskly toward the front door.

Maura makes it just before she is turned around by the wrist and puts her forearms on Jane’s chest for balance. They brush against the leather straps of Jane’s holster and she bites her bottom lip. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m the one who invited you.”

Jane holds onto Maura’s waist with one arm, and uses her other hand to swipe the small of Maura’s back through her dress, like she always had before. It’s muscle memory, it’s habit. She looks toward the walkway that leads to the guest house around the corner. “Ma home?”

“I saw her at the cafe. So no,” Maura answers honestly. The pleasant slickness between her legs has morphed into an uncomfortable coating, hot and wet, and Jane’s automated affection is not helping. 

She hasn’t had sex in two months and she tires of her hand. 

“What’re we doin’, huh?” Jane asks, like she’s regretting the choice to come, and yet, she steps closer. Embraces Maura more completely. Knocks their foreheads together. “You made it pretty clear when the divorce went through that you don’t wanna be with me anymore.”

Jane’s two guns press against Maura when they wrap around each other, one at her breast, one in her side. She whimpers right into the kiss that she chooses to silence Jane. She has an entire repertoire of them, some soft and comforting, some merely for greeting, others to convey gratitude or trust. 

This variety, however, is to impart an immeasurable amount of lust. 

She moves her hands to slide up Jane’s starched white shirt at the biceps, squeezing and feeling as she makes her way to Jane’s shoulders, fingers pressing into brown leather just before they slip under it to knead the tense muscle there. All of that merely accompanies her lips, her tongue, all melding with Jane’s as they row together in a dance they haven’t danced in long weeks. 

And Jane can hardly bear it. She drops her whole body against Maura’s, pushing her into the closed door, separating Maura’s legs with one of her own. Maura clutches at Jane’s hip, pushing her closer, starting a slow grind. Jane breaks their kiss, drops her lips down to Maura’s neck, and sucks just strongly enough to avoid marking her. Her right hand presses into Maura’s breast, pushing it up, rubbing against the lace just under Maura’s blouse while Maura breathes heavy breaths, panting upward when her head leans back into her door.

In the shade, the April air is just cool enough to require some bundling, but Maura is so warm under Jane that she wants all of her clothes off. “Let’s go inside. Now,” she orders. Jane steps back, fishing through Maura’s bag for her keys until she retrieves them. When Maura stares at her, Jane turns Maura around by the hips so that they are both facing the door, but Jane is unlocking it while pushing up against Maura’s backside.

“Had to give my key back, remember?” She says in Maura’s ear just before she licks the shell of it. “So now I gotta use yours.”

The door opens at her behest; Maura fixates on the vascularity in Jane’s hand reaching forward and twisting the knob. Swollen rivers of blood under smooth olive skin, and then, a flash of memory of her own tongue on them, tasting herself after Jane had pulled out of her. Naked, fingers in her mouth, body to body, silk sheets on her overheated flesh, on Jane. 

Maura pushes through all the way, reaching back to slip her hand into the front of Jane’s pants, just far enough to tug her forward into the house. “Upstairs?” she asks, but Jane has picked her up, and put her on the dining room table.

“Can’t wait that long,” says Jane, kissing Maura again, pushing her blazer away and then fumbling with the zipper of her skirt.

“Good, me either,” Maura says. She undoes Jane’s belt, phone and badge still affixed to it, and then pops open the button on Jane’s slacks. That’s followed by the zipper, and then Jane’s pants droop until they pool around the halfway point of her thighs: just enough to expose the black boxer briefs tight on each leg. The waistband sits neat and snug around Jane’s very trim, very sexy midsection, and Maura cannot resist. She puts her hand under it while Jane is still trying very hard to do away with her skirt. “You’re as wet as I am,” Maura puffs into their union.

Jane catches it in her mouth and swallows it. Then she scoffs. Maura feels the hitch of Jane’s voice back in her own throat, the downturn of Jane’s lips against her own. “Who could tell? It’s like tryin’ to get to the holy grail, here,” she groans.

Maura laughs while she rubs against Jane’s sex, not slipping in yet, but wanting to. “Let me help you,” she says, and when she lifts her hips, Jane finally lets the skirt drop to the floor. Maura kicks her boots off, and moans when Jane weaves her fingers into the elastic of her thong. “I want to be naked,” she tells Jane. “I miss being naked.”

Jane nods seriously. “Should we go up to bed then?” she asks, looking down at her own clothes. “I got a lot to take off.”

Maura shakes her head. “No, I want you to keep all that on,” she says. Indeed, the image of Jane now, double holster on with her sleeves rolled up to the forearm, pants undone and sagging just under Jane’s starched shirt tails and underwear? Just as sexy as Jane with no clothes on and swimming with Maura under the covers. 

Jane’s brow goes up, just as she tugs Maura’s panties down. She brings her long fingers back to touch Maura, and now they are both playing with each other. “The hardware, too, huh?” asks Jane, though her smirk says she knows the answer already. 

“Y- oh. Yes,” Maura gets out of her blouse, out of her bra, when Jane slips inside her. Jane pulls her close with the other hand, imprinting on her side like a Florentine sculpture, holding her close while she stretches in the hedonistic pursuit of her own pleasure, head thrown back, eyes closed, hands cradling Jane’s head close to her chest while she arches her back. 

Jane nods, and Maura remembers that they had been having a discussion. “You can take it,” she says, with a naughty grin that draws Maura forward. Her lips kiss mostly teeth, but Jane moves inside of her slowly and she wants to open herself up to more. 

She lays down on the table, head just supported by its lip, the curve in her spine exaggerated when she gets exactly what she wants: more Jane, deeper Jane. “I can take it,” she purrs, looking up to find Jane’s gaze, to see Jane’s reaction to her suggestive retort. 

Jane blinks her reply before adding another finger, before kissing up Maura’s ribs to her sternum, before rubbing the apex of Maura’s sex with an expert thumbpad and unraveling her into screams that echo throughout the brownstone. 

They’ll have to think of ways to explain their long absence after Maura decides she is not done, and needs to see Jane naked after all. Needs to have Jane come apart in her arms. In her bed. 

Divorce be damned.

[cozypancakes]

I don't think Travers had bad intentions by making Peter a night agent. I guess she saw his potential, how he handled the situation, and thought he would be a great asset. If she's the bad guy in s2, I forever lose my trust lmao. But if she were, what's the motive? I mean, she could send him on a mission with the goal of getting him killed, but there are other ways to do that. I feel like Peter knows too much to ever be safe.

Also, I've been thinking about if Rose and Peter hadn't stopped the attack, Wick's involvement would have still been uncovered. Rose still had the drive and the evidence of Farr being involved. I mean, there would have been an investigation. You can't tell me the entire FBI and Secret Service is corrupt and doesn't question the new president. Even if they had killed Peter, Jim has the proof, and so does the public. What was the cover plan? I mean Wick left the country before the bomb went off, meaning he fucked over Redfield as well, but what did he gain personally? I hope s2 is about him because the longer I think about it the more questions I have lol. But side note, despite being so powerful and having killers on his side, Wick was terrified of Farr, when she cursed Redfield in ep8 his face was like oh shit this tiny lady is scary. I found this so funny lmao.

Oh yeah, I don’t think Travers is trying to kill him. I think she said what she needed to say to keep a strong asset (that does know too much) under her command. Instead of, you know, letting him go and live his life out of immediate danger.

But Wick and Redfield had a plan for that! The whole “by tomorrow night I can issue pardons” thing. I’m SURE the plan was to say that Travers had been played by the evil terrorist and lead to believe there was good in all people, but alas Omar Zadar was just looking for an opportunity to kill the leader of the free world. Oh, Wick and Farr conspired against the president and killed federal agents along the way?? No no no. They were selflessly defending freedom and justice. They knew Zadar was evil. They are the true heroes!! (Arrest and lock up rose and Peter quietly and throw them in a black ops site because they are labeled “terrorist” and quietly kill Jim a few months after things quiet down).

I think they had it all planned out and ready to go. They just didn’t count on Peter fucking Sutherland and Rose “stab you in the leg with your own knife” Larkin.

[dzthenerd490]

SCP-AAI vs SCP-ABA

The Foundation was in an uproar, only recently Site-AN suffered a containment breech at the hand of the Children of the Scarlet King. During their attack they unleashed SCP-ADR and SCP-AXP on unfortunate researchers and security as well as the holding cells of D Class. Mobile Task Force Nu-7 and Epsilon-11 are still trying to take back the base from the two contagions. Meanwhile Mobile Task Force Ares-7 "Heavy Metal", Division "Aluminum" is assisting in holding back the sudden surge of SCP-AMZ instances. Though unfortunately as it turns out they managed to take SCP-ABA, the Necronomicon. 

***

"This was quite possibly the worst containment breach the Foundation has ever had to deal with!" Dr. Wicked sighed as he was in front of his desk, in front of him was four holographic windows showing Site Director Tanaka Eto, Site Director Veronica Pérez, Site Director Nancy James, and Dr. Malik. 

"We've faced much worse than this, MTF units are already gaining ground in your site Eto." 

"But they still stole SCP-ABA, this is not something to take lightly." Dr. Malik was using a stern tone to try to show Site Director James how naive she was being. However, Site Director Pérez had something else on her mind as she quickly changed the subject. 

"Eto, is it true that Blade Head was there?"

"... Yes." The five of them remained silent out of fear. All except Dr. Wicked, but he rarely ever expressed any emotion other than boredom to begin with. 

"So, the Scarlet Children are trying another ploy to resurrect the Davites?"

"That would assume the SCP-ABA-1 instances are compliant to the Scarlet King's will. They may be chaos loving ancient demons but that doesn't mean they will align with other ancients." Dr. Wicked nodded in agreement with what Dr. Malik said. 

"Either way, allowing the Scarlet Children to have access to the book is not good. We need to find them and that book now."

"I've already given the order to have Agents all over the world monitor Scarlet Children hide outs as well as raid their weaker places but so far nothing has come up." Dr. Malik felt surprised at Site Director James showing her more disciplined and organized side for once. Dr. Wicked smirked under his masked as he noticed Dr. Maliks expression. Eto then got back into the conversation.

"We have to keep searching, perhaps we should deploy Mobile Task Force Tau-5 as well as Hecate-A Division 'Oracle's Third Eye' again?"

"We can't unfortunately, the O5 are restricting deployment of high ranking MTF units until Site-AN is back under control. I'm guessing they want to keep them on reserve in case the situation gets worse. Like the Scarlet King using the chaos to create another Eldridge horror."

"Hmph, of course they would give such an order... still, I say it's something that needs to be done, I'm tired of having to deal with the Children of the Scarlet King, isn't about time we crushed them already?"

"If it was that simple, we would have done it a century ago, like their master the Children can rise again like a fucking cancer. No matter how many times we cut it out, there's always a chance a new one will grow. Possibly worse than the first one. Even if we do get rid of one there's several others out there ready to unleash hell should the opportunity arise." Site Director Eto remained silent as he couldn't refute what Dr. Wicked said. Suddenly Dr. Wicked heard banging outside of his door.

"Hm, there's something I need to take care of, signing off." Dr Wicked waved his hand and the holographic widows turned off. 

"Enter." Agent Bill Pardy Dr. Wicked personal security as well as self-proclaimed friend entered his office. 

"Doc bad news!"

"What is it, Bill?"

"It's those Scarlet freaks that attacked the other site! Their heading this way with a massive army and they got this big guy with a black dress and swords coming out of his face."

"Blade head! If he's here then... Activate all defenses and have security around SCP-AAI brought to maximum, no twice the maximum!"

"Uh, okay but why specifically that one?"

"They are already in possession of an SCP that brings forth ancient entities of chaos, now what other anomaly do you know has similar properties?"

"Fuck... I'll make it three times the maximum." Bill then ran down the hall and Dr. Wicked started activating the AFA-1's and AFA-2's in reserves. Afterwards, he sent out the Level 5 Emergency alarms to all Foundation staff so that researchers could lock down and evacuate while security units were to arm themselves to the teeth and stand guard for valuable assets. Finally, he got out his favorite pistol, a custom-made Foundation pistol that was looked like a desert eagle but was slightly bigger. It was made with an Plumanium, mixed with Orichalcum and Allaxounium allowing it to not only make quick and minor modifications to itself should Dr. Wicked ever require of it, but he can also fire laser shots if he suddenly runs out of ammo. The nozzle of the gun has small Vibration Crystals, granting the gun temporal and dimensional shifting properties so that no matter where his enemy is he won't miss. 

He also has four clips one loaded with bullets containing traces of Beryllium Bronze to take down Thaumaturgic reliant enemies. Bullets made of pure Demonic Steel to take down any demons within the ranks of the Scarlet Children. A few made of Insolubilis-chartaium to pierce through armor and poison the blood of more organic enemies. Finally, was his specialized one's created with Kallivantium mixed with Cold Iron. He knew that using such materials against blade head wouldn't cause any lasting damage or just make things worse. Which was a good thing that he wasn't planning on using all of them on Blade Head, though either way, only one thing was on his mind.   

"I'm going to destroy that fucking abomination."

***

The defensive turrets and Foundation security were already at war with the advancing Children of the Scarlet King Army. The best estimate of their numbers was 50 Scarlet Priests, 150 Scarlet Warlocks, 300 Scarlet Alchemists, 1,000 Scarlet Murderers, 1,000 Scarlet Chimeras, 1,000 Scarlet Beast, and thousands of Scarlet Zombies. It was quite obvious that not only was the situation dire, but the Children of the Scarlet King wanted something within Site-AD very badly. 

As such before anyone could even request it, the O5 Council already put in the order to have MTF Alpha-9, MTF Epsilon-9, MTF Nu-7, MTF Tau-5, MTF Zeus-1, MTF Hades-6, and MTF Hecate-Alpha deployed to Site-AD. Though how long it would take most of them to get there was an entirely different story. 

***

Though most of the battle and conflict was going on outside, there were still Scarlet Children that were phasing through the walls with Scarlet colored bloody portals. They tried getting in as soon as possible, as a result the interior of the site was blindsided before any proper defenses could be made.

Three more reached out through the manifested portals on the walls, but as soon as one of them poked out his head, it was blown off. The other's around him were shocked only to have their heads exploded as well. 

"God damn it, these freaks are everywhere! Where the hell is the rest of security?!" 

"Sir, they got held back because someone reported Blade head was already in the base."

"God damn it! He's heading for SCP-AAI! Follow me now!" Bill ran down the hall and toward the staircase though as he did there were two Scarlet Murderers on the stairs. He and the Security units following him quickly shot them full of holes. Though they staggered because of the shots, they laughed as it wasn't enough to kill either of them. 

"Argh! I don't got time to deal with you freaks!" Bill ran down the stairs but as he passed them, he grabbed them both and threw them into the middle and down the stairs. They all feel hard on the ground though still probably weren't dead. Just in case Bill pulled a pin on one of his atomization grenades and threw it down at their bodies. He didn't bother to check if it killed them as he left the stairs and entered a new floor. However, as he walked in, he saw bodies of Foundation Security and researchers everywhere. He grunted in anger as he tried to run faster but by the time he got to SCP-AAI's containment cell it was a mess. The tesseract containment cell, which was supposed to be indestructible by metaphysical means, yet right in front of Bill it was torn up and SCP-AAI was nowhere to be seen.

"... GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"

***

"Where is the King's messiah?!" There was about 5 Scarlet Priests, one holding SCP-AAI and the other holding SCP-ABA. They were all running through the Site-AD, following a path of bloody trails. 

"He is currently fighting with the Wicked Heretic. Come now, it's time for the ritual to begin!" They found themselves in a room filled with bodies and around it was a few Scarlet Zombies and Scarlet murderers. They had several bodies formed around in a circle and in the middle of the circle was a sigil of the Scarlet King drawn entirely out of blood. 

"Everything is complete, now we just need the holy items and the time for deliverance will be upon us." One of the priests stepped forward and took both SCP-AAI and SCP-ABA.

"Without the messiah, how are we to keep the ancients under our control?"

"We will simply improvise, besides what is it that our lord asks in exchange for bestowing upon us power?" The priest removed his robe to show his naked body covered in sigils and thaumaturgic symbols of the Scarlet King.

"A sacrifice!" He smiled showing his sharp and vicious teeth, he then walked into the circle and sat in the middle. He placed the SCP-AAI in front of him while continuing to hold SCP-ABA in his lab with it open on the page of summoning Deadites. He recited the spell but quickly after started reciting another ancient spell to allow the Scarlet King have domain on souls. They knew the Cenobites and Deadites were most likely not loyal to the Scarlet King but if they could corrupt them with his influence, they would have all the power they need to release their king form the Abyss. 

He quickly started chanting and as he did the engraved symbols on his skin started bleeding giving his words more power. As this was happening the bodies around them were being possessed by Deadites but thanks to the spell they were being contained. However, they were putting great strain on the spell with their own overwhelming power. The priest was slowly deteriorating but still determined to achieve their goal and continued. Soon SCP-AAI started floating up and shifting its pieces in an attempt to unleash the Cenobites. 

Suddenly several chains manifested form the roof and floor, they hooked onto the priest's skin and nearly tore it off. The priest only grunted in pain for a moment but then laughed as his blood flowed onto the chains and started glowing in a scarlet light. He used the otherworldly energy form the chains to further power his spell and control over SCP-AAI. Suddenly in front of him a rift in reality tore open and started showing several nightmarish worlds. 

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Knocking it off you dumb bitch!"

"Fucking fucks! You don't know what you're messing with!" The Deadites started yelling and roaring with inhuman voices and protesting. However, none of the Scarlet Children worshipped him. Instead, one of the priests ordered the Scarlet Zombies to assist in the ritual. The Scarlet Zombies walked to the binded Deadites and started beating them and stabbing their bodies. The Deadites roared in anger as their blood started flowing toward the rift and the chains to help fuel the priest's spell. 

"Enough!" Suddenly the rift closed and from it flashed a blinding light. Once it faded, Pinhead, Deepthroat, and Butterball appeared where the rift did and right in front of the priest. 

"You will not use what is ours so casually!"

"No! Impossible, my power should be working! You are bound by the Scarlet King!"

"Do not be mistaken mortal! You and your king's pitiful magic can only get you so far. But we can show you how to go even farther!"

"I have no interest in your kinks false angle! You will bow to the Scarlet King!" The priest then roared monstrously as the blood from this body shot out towards the Cenobites only to quickly burn in flames. 

"We bow to no one but Leviathan. You, however, have used the box. By our order, you are now bound to us!" Suddenly the chains ripped off the priest's skin making him scream in pain and anger. He quickly healed himself with a Thaumaturgic Spell that turned his blood and muscles into new thick and ferocious looking armor. His face was covered in this armor with the only opening being his vicious mouth. He also grew two antlers on his head resembling that of the Scarlet King. He risked towards the Cenobites to rip them apart, but his claws merely phased through them. However, he was instantly pulverized into a bloody mess when Pinhead slapped him on the head. 

Chatterer then manifested and walked towards the other Scarlet Priests, they all yelled while pulling out weapons with scarlet Thaumaturgic symbols. One Preist with a sword stabbed it into Chatterer only for a hundred black swords to stab through him seemingly out of nowhere. Chatterer lifted the sword to show he wasn't even close to being stabbed. As his body falls apart another priest yells out in anger and stabs himself with a dagger. As a result, his body quickly starts drying up, but he smiles at Chatterer. Out of the ashes of his body several evil demons loyal to the Scarlet King manifested and charged at Chatterer.

Chatterer seemingly didn't move as each of them disappeared after being beaten to complete obliteration. The final priest was terrified and backed up in fear, though he first threw one of his daggers at Chatterer. He started chanting a spell to get Chatterer under his control only it didn't work. Chatterer then pulled out the dagger and started cutting up his own stomach. Suddenly he appeared before the priest with chunks of his guts and blood. He started smearing it all on the priest's face and not long after he started screaming in pain as he was melting. 

Finally, the Deadites were released and started slaughtering the Scarlet Zombies and Murderers. Any Scarlet Murderers that tried to attack the Cenobites or leave were quickly hooked by chains manifesting everywhere and ripping them apart. After a quick and gruesome battle, it ended with the four Cenobites on one side of the room and the eight Deadites on the other side. 

"Those who came before, the Deadites."

"Bleeech! The Order of the Gash! You have collected your sacrifice! Begone!" 

"Oh? The Ancients believe they can order us the Servants of Leviathan to withdraw."

"You are bound by your little box! You have no more authority in this realm, so fuck off!"

"You are mistaken, The Scarlet King has used your power to increase the power of the box. Though his will your essence touched the box, you are now bound under us."

"Bullshit! You dare challenge the ancients!"

"I dare to follow the will of Leviathan. It is you who dares to defy the ancient laws." One of the Deadites roared in a horrific screech as it floated towards Pinhead. Chains shot out form the celling and floor to hook on its skin ripping it off, but the Deadite kept flying towards Pinhead. He managed to punch Pinhead driving the pins keeper into his skin; however, Pinhead looked at the Deadite unimpressed. Deepthroat then grabbed the Deadite and ripped his body in two and threw both pieces back at the other Deadites.

"Such power and so much potential, you will be great experiments for our exploits."

"Fucking Cenobite fucks!" Another Deadite flew up and his arm suddenly ripped apart to show a sword made of human bone. He flew towards Butterball and slashed him in the stomach, only for him to see his hand and see it was bitten off. Butterball then smiled at the Deadite, grabbed his stomach wound and ripped it wider. Several fleshing arms reached out and grabbed the Deadite forcing it into Butterball's stomach. Once the Deadite was eaten, Butterball then burped and seemingly laughed at the despair of the Deadites. 

The Deadites thought this was impossible, they were the ancients. They were the army of anti-life, the creatures who knew no fear only how to bring it to others, the ones who would claim the mortal world from the vile mortals. They were the angels that would finally bring an end to the vile mortals that destroyed their paradise. Yet now, now for the first time ever, they were afraid. The Cenobites were not creatures of good or evil they served no one but the Leviathan the ancient fallen angle of all Dark Arts. If anyone could destroy them it was going to be him and his army. 

The Deadites quickly fused together to create a single body, meanwhile Pinhead was calmly pulling the pins out of his head and positioning them back to the correct place. The Other Cenobites just watched calmly as they wondered if this new form the Deadites were creating would actually make a difference. The result was a demonic monster with large horns, crimsons skin, large yellow eyes, and large arms with sharp claws. It slashed the Cenobites on the stomach visibly making them bleed though they all looked at one another impressed without showing visible pain. 

"Impressive, and our master agrees. It is time to expand our horizons. The Deadites will prove to be a wonderful experiment."

"What?! You BDSM fucks! You're not taking me anywhere!"

"Oh, but why not? We have such sights to show you." A rift then opened behind Pinhead, and he walked in with Deepthroat and Butterball following him. The Deadite mutant tried to escape but Chatterer grabbed it by the neck and dragged him into the rift. It roared and screamed as it got closer to the rift. Finally, it fell in, and the rift closed. 

***

Only about three hours later was the containment finally reestablished at Site-AN. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-11 was worked to the bone as the Foundation had never suffered two containment breaches at the same time and never as bad as either one that occurred. Though thankfully they were still prepared none the less and the fact that it ended faster than everyone expected made everything much easier. 

Though once they got to Site-AD it ended up being a calmer than expected. Though as calm as you can get with dead bodies everywhere. They managed to find SCP-AAI and SCP-ABA within the same room. As per protocol, they grabbed SCP-AAI with an extended grabbing tool and placed SCP-ABA within a thick bag created specifically to suppress SCP-ABA's anomalous properties. Thankfully it would only take about a week before their containment cells would be rebuilt so the items could be put back into proper containment. Still, this was one of the worst containments breaches the Foundation had ever experienced, just another reason the Children of the Scarlet King are a massive threat to all life and reality.

.

SCP: HMF Tales Hub

[ashfellowlocal]

Part 2.1: A Long Night's Drive

John and Grigori walked into the low moonlight and helped carry the limp Axel into the back seat. From the corner of his eye, John could see Nadia, sullen-faced. He checked his pulse. "Axel's fine, he should wake in about an hour." A grunt as Grigori heaved the boy's legs in and shut the door. "Get in, I can see police lights back there."

John spoke to Nadia. "I should probably sit in the back with him. We still have that chip to worry about. Come on." They drove off, headlights low, so as not to draw attention. "His chip is in his other shoulder. They reverse based on our powers. Also, you're gonna need a cold towel or something."

"How come?" It was the first time Grigori had spoken to her since they met. Nadia was taken aback. "Well, Axel's heat energy come from his heart. He doesn't exactly create fire, he exudes heat and focuses it to different parts of his body. So his heart is essentially a generator. If you put the chip too close to it, it melts." Grigori raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement.

"Well, that explains the burned top. You weren't kidding, this thing is hot. Pass me the aluminium." the roll changed hands and he repeated the ritual. Afterwards, he clapped his hands and remarked "It's great you know so much about him. That could've been a disaster."

"Yeah." She said simply. Nadia had lived the past thirteen years with the only person who ever seemed to understand her. Axel had seen the same horrors she had. Through the hours of torturous testing, ice baths, combat training and broken bones, throughout everything to make them the best of the best, they stood together. In a world of strangers, she found a brother, and she was willing to do anything to keep him safe, even if it meant betraying him for a moment.

"So, why did Ellen Sattler send you to get the drive in the first place?" John had failed to answer her back at the hospital. Seeing his face in the rearview mirror, he remained blankly looking back at her. It was Grigori who answered. "Sattler gave him the idea that somewhere in Union's records, there's evidence of this big plan involving their Proto-Amphetamine Serum."

John interjected. "Alright, technically it's been renamed the Mutagenesis Compound." From the front of the car, Nadia turned back to stare at John. "What's going on here? This doesn't make any sense."

"A few weeks ago, I found an encrypted voice recording from one of the Union archives. I couldn't get much info, but the tape mentioned something about Union test site A, so I did some digging around and found the hospital. That was site A, where they conducted testing of the original P-Serum. Before I could find out more, I was nearly caught, and I had to scram."

"And that was supposed to be the only mission, now we have two Union agents in the car, one of whom is unconscious in the back seat! This is going so well!" Grigori was gripping the steering wheel tightly. "We have what we need, and if Union had gotten the drive before us, things could turn out much worse. We're alive, aren't we?" The pair was trying hard not to lose their cool as Nadia stepped in.

"For what it's worth, I'm only here to help you bring down Union. I have my own reasons to hate them. We pretty much have the same enemy here. You know how it is, 'the enemy of my enemy', and all that." With the tension relenting, the atmosphere grew silent. It seemed an endless road ahead as the car cruised on.

"So, how did you get you get into the archive room? No way you managed to slip in there, the guards are enhanced. I remember sparring them during combat training. Target practice, but still, those guys are tough."

"Oh, that's right, I haven't told you. I'm a teleporter. That's how I got into the hospital so quick, too."

"Wait, you're enhanced?" Nadia's heart jumped. Was this another test survivor, like her and Axel?

"No, I'm afraid not. I use these, look." John showed her a slim wristband under the sleeve of his jacket. It had a sleek look, black with a gold clasp, and a shiny digital display. However, instead of the time, it showed a set of seemingly random numbers in green. "The display shows the coordinates of where I want to go next. If it shows up green, The place exists on the map, I press it and poof, I'm there." Nadia stared at him, speechless.

"John, stop showing off my stuff. You forgot I make the cool stuff, I just let you use it." Grigori laughed, something Nadia was thoroughly not expecting. Nonetheless, she laughed along.

"So, this device helps you reach places without having to worry about security or keycards at all?"

"It's not that simple. I have to clearly visualise or see where I'm going, or else the coordinates show up red, and it won't let me traverse. I'm just lucky we got proper schematics of the building beforehand." The image of people teleporting was one of the most unimaginable things Nadia has ever heard. She looked to smile back at Axel, then she remembered he is still unconscious.

"Axel would love to see that." She smiled down at the wristband.

"We'll show him when he wakes. We're here."

"Where is here?" They had driven through a tall gate to arrive at a sprawling two-storey building with white walls and a black-tiled roof. Through the front windows peered pale green curtains. Up the white marble steps to a black door laid a welcome mat. Apart from the fact that the house was hidden by a thicket of trees on all sides, and behind gates, this place was indeed quite welcoming.

"This is home." John sighed.

[coralsgrimes]

So I’m not sure how accurate this info is (I honestly can’t be bothered to look it up), but according to some ppl on dl, Benny could be making bank in these T-Mobile ads. We’re talking in the MILLIONS type of bank!! So maybe that’s why he’s not bothered by the lack of projects. Of course, like with anything on the internet, but especially on dl, take this with a grain of salt.

In millions? Please I gotta laugh

Like he probably getting pretty penny from these but lemme say what I can find from quick google run. And that is millions of articles from sites like celebritynakedbuzz.com that talk about big campaigns by big stars that even yer Christian grandmother would know about lol so ye somebody is making millions. Bradley with momma and Travolta probably got as much for their super bowl ads

As to Benny.... Well the first thing is that he is desperate. He has no projects coming up like his career stiff like priest walking through preschool. But what he wanna do is he want to progress his music career and it's self funded so he needs them coins. He was crying about the ep being so expensive and that half of it was a ride on freebies. Not this time around and he's going for a full album, ye know a long play which is more than five songs. He gotta pay for all of that and then he needs to pay the vanity label to release his vanity album. Hun I could probably get a PhD off the ground for years with that kinda money.

So ye first of all he is desperate. Second, them fucking ads are union contract I would guess. Soooo there would be a lotsa peeps involved that would be getting on his pay. And another thing here is that his agent manager or whoever was negotiating that deal for him, and we can kinda guess his team is not the best lol. Same people that got him black mirror pity cameo and a film that was announced and then disappeared. Alternatively, he just tries his shots at parts he can't get but he fully believes he deserves better. Honestly me thinks both are happening at once lol

Okie so desperate for monies, union job blah blah blah. Would say that he did got pretty penny, the ad was doing rounds in prime time (during oscars lol) but it's nothing close to big celebrity endorsements like. They don't use his name, he's just an actor that 2% of people who know him know him. First glance I would say he a commercial actor and his character is supposed to be a celebrity actor lol especially given the amount of ads they made. Imma like not even sure who they trynna target with the ads? Who unknown british actor appeals to in America? Like celebs would do super bowl for monies and exposure. Right now Benny is just too exposed but no one knows his name. Remember the who is the T-Mobile's actor guy pieces on them unknown sites full of viruses?

And another thing, but this is just me logical conclusion from what I've been reading. The additional residuals (big word lately with them strikes) for him would kick in if the ad would be running longer than 13 weeks or like 3 months. So the thing here is like I'm not in us so I can't tell if they are stopping the old commercials from airing but roughly every 2 months we are subjected to a new Benny ad. If ye not following me thoughts, what me thinking here is that they made so many of these to pull out old ones and bring in new ones, so not to pay more? Again lol imma scientists not a marketing expert lol

Then there's something called exclusivity deal but I doubt they paid lotsa here cuz it's not like Benny is a hottest commodity in the phone plan crowds lol he not hot anything anywhere actually x.x

Would joke that the player guy in the latest one made more than him in total xd

Again might be wrong might be right. Also he probably had to put that latest post as a part of the deal but like even me who knows nothing about social media marketing can tell that his socials engagement is nonexistent lol

Well this is something xd