#ooc. // commander in chief.

[bassmars]

Sub! Neuvillette x Dom! GN Reader

Was bored at night and wrote this, pretty OOC but decided to post it since I haven’t posted anything since last time.

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The Chief Justice’s Punishment

submissive neuvillette nsfw

warnings: light bondage, dom/sub dynamics, humiliation kink, orgasm denial/ edging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, office sex, authority kink, also names like slut and etc

The soft scratch of quill against parchment filled Neuvillette's private chambers, his elegant handwriting flowing across yet another legal document. You watched him from across his massive oak desk, remembering how it all started months ago – one small error that led to discovering the Chief Justice's deepest desires. Since then, these "private corrections" had become your little secret, each session leaving him more obedient, more desperate for your control.

"My, my..." you purred, standing slowly. "What do we have here, Chief Justice? Another mistake?"

His breath audibly caught – he knew what that tone meant. After all your previous encounters, Neuvillette's body had become finely tuned to your dominance. Sometimes you wondered if he made these small errors on purpose now, craving what would follow.

"Is it that time again?" he asked softly, his formal demeanor already beginning to crack. His fingers twitched on the desk, remembering how you'd bound them with his own sash last time.

You circled the desk, document in hand. "You know the drill by now, don't you, pet?" The nickname made him shudder – he'd earned it after the third time you'd reduced him to begging.

"Yes..." he breathed, already rising from his chair without being told. Months of training had taught him well.

"Yes, what?" you prompted, eyes narrowing.

"Yes, Your Honor," he corrected himself quickly, cheeks flushing. The title had started as a joke during one of your sessions, but the way it made him tremble had quickly turned it into a requirement.

You reached out to trace his jaw with one finger. "Look how well you've learned. Remember when you used to protest? Now you're practically quivering for it." Your hand slid down to his ceremonial sash. "Should we add another lesson to your education today?"

Neuvillette's eyes darkened with familiar need. "Please..." he whispered, already losing his composed facade. "I've been... waiting for you to notice."

"Oh?" You yanked him closer by his sash. "Did someone make mistakes on purpose? Has my strict Chief Justice become such a needy little slut for punishment?"

The whimper that escaped him was answer enough. Months of these encounters had stripped away his inhibitions, revealing the submissive creature that had always lurked beneath his authoritative exterior.

"Strip," you commanded. "And tell me exactly what you hoped to achieve with your little... error."

With practiced grace, Neuvillette began removing his elaborate robes, each layer revealing more of his pale, perfect skin. His fingers trembled slightly – not from nervousness anymore, but from anticipation.

"I... I may have misplaced those documents intentionally," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "It's been a week since our last... session."

You clicked your tongue disapprovingly, though heat pooled in your core at his confession. "So desperate you'd risk court efficiency? My, my... you've become quite the needy little dragon, haven't you?"

Now down to just his fitted undergarments, Neuvillette's breathing had grown heavy. The obvious bulge in his pants betrayed his arousal. "I apologize for my... impropriety."

"Oh, you will," you promised, grabbing his sash from the discarded robes. "Hands behind your back."

He complied immediately, shivering as you bound his wrists with practiced efficiency. The silk sash – a symbol of his authority – now served to strip him of control.

"Look at you," you purred, walking around him slowly. "The mighty Chief Justice, bound and trembling. What would your subordinates think if they saw you like this?"

A desperate whine escaped his throat. "Please... Your Honor..."

You grabbed a fistful of his silky hair, yanking his head back. "Please what? Use your words properly, or you won't get what you need.

"Please use me," he gasped, dignity crumbling. "I've been thinking about it all week – your hands, your commands, how you make me... make me..."

"Make you what?" You bit his exposed neck, marking him just below where his collar would hide it.

"Make me lose control," he moaned, hips jerking helplessly. "Make me beg. Make me yours."

Your free hand slid down his chest, toying with the waistband of his undergarments. "And what makes you think you deserve it? After deliberately sabotaging court documents?"

"Because," you growled into his ear, yanking his underwear down roughly, "you're already dripping for me." Your hand wrapped around his length, already slick with precum. "Such a needy little dragon."

Neuvillette's legs trembled as you stroked him slowly, teasingly. "F-fuck," he cursed, a rare break in his usual eloquent speech that made you grin wickedly.

"What filthy language from our Chief Justice," you taunted, squeezing harder. "I think that deserves some punishment, don't you?”

You pushed him forward until he was bent over his desk, important documents scattered beneath him. His bound hands flexed helplessly as you spread his legs wider. The sharp sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as you landed blow after blow on his perfect ass, watching it turn a beautiful shade of pink.

His moans grew increasingly desperate with each strike, cock twitching against the expensive wood of his desk. The mighty Chief Justice, reduced to rutting against his own furniture – the sight made heat pool between your legs.

"Please," he begged, voice cracking, "I need..."

You leaned over him, pressing against his bare back. "What do you need? Tell me exactly what you want."

"I need you inside me," he moaned, abandoning all pretense of dignity. "Please, Your Honor, I've been empty all week, thinking about you filling me, stretching me open..."

You reached around to stroke his leaking cock again. "Such a slutty dragon, begging to be filled. Should I prepare you first, or have you been playing with yourself, thinking of me?"

His answering whimper told you everything you needed to know. You pressed yourself against him, letting him feel your arousal through your clothes. "Tell me. Did you fuck yourself with your fingers, imagining it was me?"

"Y-yes," Neuvillette admitted, his voice trembling with need. "Every night, but it wasn't enough... never enough compared to you..."

You smirked, reaching for the vial of oil you knew he kept in his desk drawer – another sign of how these encounters had become routine. "Show me then. Show me how desperate you are."

Releasing his bound hands, you commanded, "Spread yourself for me. Let me see how badly you want it."

Despite his usual composure, Neuvillette didn't hesitate. He reached back with both hands, spreading himself open, his hole already slightly loose from his earlier preparations. The sight made you groan with desire.

"Such an obedient" you praised, drizzling the cool oil over his exposed entrance, watching him twitch at the sensation. "Look how easily my finger slides in..." You pushed one digit inside, feeling barely any resistance. "Did you do this before our meeting? Were you sitting in court all day, stretched and ready for me?"

"Yes," he gasped, pushing back against your finger. "Please, Your Honor, I need more..."

You added a second finger, scissoring them inside him. "The mighty Chief Justice, reduced to begging... what would your subordinates think if they could see you now? Their composed leader dripping and desperate?"

His cock twitched violently at your words, a stream of precum leaking onto the scattered documents below. "Please... please..."

You lined yourself up against his entrance, teasing him with just the tip. "Beg properly for what you want, neuvillette~. Tell me exactly how badly you need it."

"Please, I need you to fuck me," Neuvillette begged, his usual eloquent vocabulary reduced to desperate pleas.

"Tsk, tsk," you teased, still only letting the tip press against him. "And here I thought the great Chief Justice was supposed to be perfect. First those sloppy mistakes in your paperwork, and now you can't even beg properly?"

You pushed in just slightly before pulling back out completely, making him whine. "Your Honor, please! I need you to fill me, to punish me for my careless errors..."

"That's better," you praised, finally pushing into him slowly. "But I don't think you've learned your lesson yet about being thorough with your work."

Once fully seated inside him, you remained still, watching him try to squirm back against you. His usually perfect hair was disheveled, face flushed as he panted against the desk.

"Every..." you pulled out slowly, "single..." thrust back in sharply, "detail..." another slow withdrawal, "matters."

Each word was punctuated by your movements, keeping him on edge but never giving him the hard, fast pace he craved. When he tried to reach for his own neglected cock, you grabbed his wrists.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" you scolded. "Such poor impulse control. Maybe that's why you made those filing mistakes? Too distracted thinking about this?"

"I'm sorry," he gasped, "I'll be more careful, I promise, just please... please fuck me properly..."

You leaned over his back, biting his ear. "Oh? Like this?" You snapped your hips forward hard once, then returned to the torturously slow pace. "Or maybe you haven't earned it yet. Should we review all your mistakes first?"

His cock twitched beneath him, dripping steadily onto the very documents he'd mishandled. "I'm close," he warned, voice breaking.

"Oh no," you pulled out completely, making him sob with frustration. "You don't get to cum until you've recited every single error you made today. And they better be accurate..."

Neuvillette's perfect composure shattered as he struggled to focus, his voice trembling. "The... the case files from the merchant district were... ah!" He broke off as you pushed back in torturously slow.

"Go on," you commanded, stilling your hips. "Every. Single. Detail."

"The timestamps were... were incorrect," he gasped, trying to push back against you but your firm grip on his hips kept him still. "And I mixed up the... oh gods... the witness statements from—"

You pulled out again, making him whimper. "Careful now. Accuracy is everything in court, isn't it?"

"The witness statements from cases 347 and 348," he corrected himself quickly. "Please, Your Honor, I'm trying..."

"Not good enough," you tsked, running a finger down his spine. "What else?"

His cock throbbed desperately as he continued, "The... the evidence logs were filed in the wrong sequence... please, I'm so close..."

"And?" You pushed back in painfully slow, watching him fall apart.

"The dates! I switched the dates on the final verdicts!" He was practically sobbing now. "Please, I've admitted everything, I need to cum so badly..."

You established a steady rhythm, but still not the pounding he craved. "Such careless mistakes from someone so important. What would your subordinates think?"

"They'd be... ah... disappointed," he moaned, his thighs trembling. "I'm supposed to be... perfect... flawless..."

"But you're not, are you?" You reached around to grasp his leaking cock. "You're just a needy little dragon who makes mistakes just to get punished..."

"You're right," Neuvillette sobbed, past caring about his dignity now. "I'm not perfect, I'm just a needy slut who needs to be punished, please Your Honor, I'll do anything..."

"Anything?" You squeezed the base of his cock hard, preventing his approaching orgasm. "Then you won't cum until I say so, will you Neuvillette?"

He shook his head frantically, tears of frustration streaming down his face. "No, Your Honor, I'll be good, I'll wait..."

You increased your pace finally, pounding into him mercilessly while keeping a firm grip on his cock. His whole body shuddered, caught between the intense pleasure and the denial of release.

"Look at you," you panted, "the mighty Chief Justice, drooling on his own desk, begging like a common whore. Should I make you cum? Or should I keep you on edge all day? Make you sit through court later, desperate and aching?"

"Please!" he cried out, his usual composed voice completely wrecked. "I need it so badly..."

You leaned down to bite his shoulder hard. "Maybe I should make you cum over and over until you're oversensitive and crying, until you can't remember any of those legal codes you're so proud of. Would you like that better?"

His cock twitched violently in your grip at the suggestion. "Yes! Yes, please, anything you want, just please let me cum!"

"Hmm," you pretended to consider it, never slowing your brutal pace. "I don't know... have you really learned your lesson about being careful with your work?"

“Let’s see how much you can take” you purred, finally releasing your grip on his cock. "Cum for me. Show me how desperate you were."

Neuvillette came with a broken cry, his whole body convulsing as he spilled over his precious documents. But you didn't stop – instead, you increased your pace, hitting his sensitive spot relentlessly.

"Did I say you could stop?" you growled when he tried to squirm away. "We're going to make sure this lesson really sticks."

"Too much," he gasped, his softening cock already twitching back to hardness. "Please, I can't—"

"Can't?" you mocked, reaching around to stroke him roughly. "The great Chief Justice giving up so easily? What happened to that famous endurance of yours?"

His second orgasm hit him even harder than the first, leaving him trembling and incoherent. Tears streamed down his face as you continued to fuck him through it, his oversensitive body caught between pleasure and pain.

"Look at you," you whispered, "coming apart so beautifully. Should we go for three? Make sure you never forget this lesson?"

"Please," he sobbed, not even sure anymore if he was begging for mercy or more. His cock was hardening again despite his protests, his body betraying how much he loved being used like this.

"Color?" you checked, making sure he was still okay to continue.

"Green," he gasped out immediately, "so green, please don't stop..."

[b1rds3ye]

Victory Kiss

Turns out Graves gets very passionate when celebrating a successful mission. And when you’re nearby you end up facing the brunt of it.

Pairing: Phillip Graves x GN!Reader

Reader Aliases: Chief

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Pre-MWII

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: Graves kisses reader without prior consent (not malicious but please read at your own discretion)

A/N: Probably OOC Graves but imagining this was too entertaining to me 😋

You’ve gotten used to this.

You’ve gotten used to Graves’ infectious energy after a hard-earned win. He was a natural leader, cunning and brimming with charisma, but carefully restrained as to not be impulsive in high stakes situations. But when the stakes were low - such as times like now - Graves was free to be as expressive as he wished. And as second in command to Shadow Company, required to always stand by his side, you got front tickets to watch it unfold.

Shadow Company had offered unofficial air support in the depths of Kastovia. With every operation the stakes were getting higher and higher. After deploying all ammunition until resources were depleted, it seemed the entire aircraft waited with bated breath as you surveyed the ground through a heads up display. You sensed Graves beside you, his looming shadow gave more contrast to the monochromatic screen. Each pixel flickered from the daylight, the movement of trees and friendlies through the screen setting false flags in your mind.

You pulled back to look at Graves. His face was stern, the muscles in his face taut, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he tried to read your neutral expression. You shook your head.

“Confirmed hit, all hostiles eliminated.”

And there it was, like a switch flicked inside of him, you felt a little proud that you were the one who triggered it. Graves slammed his hands on the front console, pushing himself off to stand tall, brimming with energy. He was now adorning that familiar smile, a little wonky but charming all the same. With a heavy arm, he gave you a hefty slap on the back in congratulations, one that would’ve sent your head through the display if you weren’t prepared.

“That’s what I’m fucking talking about Shadows, this is how you get the job done!”

The entire atmosphere of the compartment lifted, you wouldn’t be surprised if the aircraft itself increased in elevation. There were sighs of relief, cheers of joy and hugs of a job well done. You never got sick of this sight, it reminded you what you were fighting for, to bring these boys home and secure victory.

It was a familiar sight, but it was comfortingly predictable. You watched with amusement as Graves paced around the room, praising each individual member in a voice so loud it damaged your ears once, then bounced off the walls to hurt your hearing for a second round. Each recruit responded with the signature ‘yup-yup’ and beaming smile. With each comment given, Graves was getting more and more drunk off the adrenaline which after months of observing him, came with some interesting habits of his.

It was fun hearing him swear like a sailor when he usually keeps his language so restrained he could be put on a children’s show.

“I saw your shots Erikson, that was the shit.”

“Vance you saved our fuckin’ asses with that extra fire.”

“Send this mission report to Shepherd and your dads will be back with the milk before you fucking know it!”

You’re pretty sure Graves has no idea what’s coming out of his mouth at this rate and to be fair neither do you nor the rest of the Shadows.

You stifled a snicker as you watched on. He continued with his questionable praise, not even stopping at the aircraft itself to which he gave an encouraging spank to the metal wall, only to recoil his arm when it unmistakably hurt his palm. Even on the other side of the aircraft, you caught snippets of what he said and you were sure the cheerful laughs of the Shadows were out of respect and not because they understood him. Although with an accent and voice like his, he could make a nonsensical string of sounds and you’d be nodding along.

Graves had gone full circle and made his way back to you.

“And to the soldier of the hour.”

He reared his head to you with such a leading force that the rest of his body had a hard time keeping up. His arms swayed from the momentum.

Just like every routine celebration, he planted his hands securely on your shoulders. His face is graced with the same charming smile he’s given you for months. Even under the red lighting of the aircraft he looked nothing short of a budding hero, the blue of his irises shone against the shadows cast over his face.

You expected the praise.

“Beautiful fuckin’ work, Chief.”

What you didn’t expect was the kiss that came straight afterwards.

You didn’t even have time to reply as Graves used his leverage on your shoulders to pull you in, lips crashing against yours. It was chaste, but the sheer strength he had made you sure your lips will bruise. Your mind blanked, adrenaline numbing any potential pains. The whirring of the aircraft’s turbo engines were drowned out, your vision dimming at the edges as all your senses honed in on Graves’ lips pressed into yours. It lasted no more than a single second until he separated from you, lips parting with an exaggerated but unintentional mwah.

“Dunno what I’d do without you,” he breathed out, only for you to hear. He watched you innocently, the skin around his eyes wrinkled in excitement, hands drifting down until they were on your biceps, rubbing your arms affectionately. However, you had to tear your gaze away from him and to the rest of the aircraft.

Graves just kissed you…

… in front of Shadow Company.

Your stomach dropped as you made eye contact with the entire team who now watched the two of you like teens tuning in to the hottest new flick. They were here for the drama, quiet as they waited for your response but smiles of anticipation creeping onto their faces.

“Eyes off, Shadows.”

Graves’ voice returned to its usual commanding tone, as though you were back in the mission. There was the grumble of ‘yup-yup’s’ as the rest of the team made the show of focusing on their stations (but you knew they were still sneaking glances whenever possible). Graves reoriented the two of you until you were against the wall, using himself to obscure the company’s view of you.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Graves muttered absentmindedly. He sounded more grounded, but he still needed to catch up on his breath, chest heaving in and out.

“It was a damn clean mission, Graves.”

“I ain’t talkin’ about the mission.”

Graves gives you his signature cocky smirk, waiting for a few moments for you to reply with your usual reassurance. But no thoughts were crossing your mind, instead it was aimlessly swimming in his attention. His arms that latched onto you were getting stronger, fingers tightening and burrowing into the narrow space between your tactical gear and shirt. His pupils were blown out, puppy-like as they searched you. But you couldn’t reply, not when you were drinking him in like he was to you. Your silence started to become overwhelming, crashing against Graves’ confidence and his smile fell, bravado collapsing with it.

“No good?” He faltered, letting his head hang low. He let out a quiet curse under his breath. “You put up with a lot of Shadow bullshit, both from them and me… I got lost in the moment.”

His attention turns to his hands that are on your arms. The pads of his thumbs rub your shirt fabric soothingly before dropping his hands to his sides. He gives you one final reassuring pat on the back, half-hearted and lacking its usual strength.

“I misread us,” he pursed his lips as he reflected, eventually shaking his head and tutting his lips disapprovingly at himself. “This is on me.”

“What?” You force yourself out of your stupor upon noticing Graves’ dejected form. You hurriedly try to pick him up, now you were the one putting your hands on his shoulders. “No, I just- I didn’t expect it. It was a surprise.”

“… you like surprises?” He looked up at you through his lashes, eyes brimming full of hope. You sometimes forget he’s your superior when he dials up his boyish charm.

“If they’re all like that then yes.”

“Then there’s plenty more where that came from, darlin'.”

His smug grin was back in full force, he only allowed himself a split second to memorise your shocked expression before turning away so you couldn’t respond. He rouses the rest of the Shadows up with an authoritative clear of the throat. He stands tall, back to the restrained commander role but not without a hand sneaking up to settle on the small of your back. Even as he assumed his professional role once again, the zeal in his voice was unmatched.

“Excellent work all ‘round boys. Let’s bring this aircraft back home.”

There were affirmative responses all round, but a curious Shadow couldn’t help but poke their head out of their station.

“So, uh, Graves. Are you and Chief a thing now?”

“Speak outta line like that again and you’re on cleanin’ duty for the next month, Sergeant.”

“… yup-yup.”

Call of Duty Masterlist

[starryficsfinishwen]

familiar — xiangli yao x rover!reader

Anxiety knocks on the door of your chest. One, two, three.

You're not sure what to expect, really. It's only a simple meeting with the Principal Investigator of Huaxu Academy. After hearing all of his memorable achievements, as well as his kind-hearted nature, your body somehow shook.

Who was he? Why did your body react like that when you first heard his name? Did you know him?

As far as you know (or what the Magistrate, or the Counselor, or even your friends in Jinzhou), you've never even met before. Granted, if you were long awake before your time now, then you've never ever crossed paths.

When you ponder though, a white line seeps into your mind. Your body, albeit shaking, remembers something you don't. It's an endless cycle of wanting to find out the reason, an itch you couldn't wait to scratch.

So why were you turning away from the door that leads you to the man you were waiting to meet?

“If you're not feeling well, we can reschedule.” Baizhi, after a long sigh, notices your plight, “Chief Xiangli Yao wouldn't mind.”

“N-no, I'm fine.” You breathe deeply, “I'm just...nervous.”

“Is this because of your body's reaction?” Baizhi asks.

“...yes,” you meekly admit, “I'm afraid I might not know what happens after we'd meet.”

“It's a normal response to stress. You either fight or flee from it. But if you tend not to face it, then how will you know the answer?”

You turn to look at Baizhi with flecks of tears in your eyes. She's right; if it's something that you've long wanted to do, yet still push it away, how will you understand what it is?

With one deep breath, you turn on your heel and push the door with wobbly hands. The sudden light blinds your eyes momentarily, before a series of tv screens face you.

A somehow medium-sized room, littered with tv screens and controllers. Dyed in the shade of blue, they gave you a calming feeling. But the target of today's agenda finally catches your eye.

A tall, blonde-haired man draped in blue, over with a white coat. You don't miss a grey-colored mechanical arm. His back faces you, but as soon as the door opens, you catch the sight of cerulean irises.

You hold your breath.

“Chief, we're here,” Baizhi announces, “I brought the rover as promised.”

And your heartbeat quickens.

Flashes of unnamed memories play in front of your eyes as the man approaches you. Even whispers of some distant memory begin to sing in your ear. When the principal investigator is in front of you and holds out his hand, the answer became clear as day.

“Hello, rover,” The pretty man greets, “It's finally nice to meet you. I've heard a lot of your feats.”

“...and I've heard a lot from you, too.” You manage to speak.

You notice the way your heart seems to leap out of your chest. Squeezing in the guise of yearning and anticipation, you could rip it out and present it to him if you could. Slowly reaching out until your hands reach, you feel tingly sensations from his touch alone.

“I am Xiangli Yao,” He said, warm cerulean eyes twinkling, “the Principal Investigator of Huaxu Academy.”

“...commanding for duty...”

“Xiang...lee...Xiangli,” You mutter, aware of the rush of ghost memories, “You can call me [Y/N].”

“...commandant...”

The sparkle in his eyes only intensifies. “[Y/N]. Have we...met before?”

“...we are the Gray Raven.”

“...No,” you softly smile, “But I would love to get to know you better.”

“Lee, welcome back.”

A sweet smile graces his lips. “As do I, then, [Y/N].”

“I'd love you in every universe,” the familiar voice whispers in your ear, flashes of the same cerulean eyes glancing at you, “as I long promised, Commandant.”

LOOK WHEN IS XIANGLI YAO RELEASED I NEED HIM (CARNALLY)

— starry down bad for lee/xiangli yao

i wrote this pre his reveal so sorri if it seems ooc kek but the fact stands that he is lee expy and i am gonna simp no matter what i love lee in every universe

SCREAMING CRYING

[ghostlynighty]

You want request?

Can I get uhhhh PtN Cinnabar (and/or Zoya) with a fem!chief (or gn) who is insecure about their body weight?

Zoya with sinner fem!reader who is insecure about their body weight.

parings : Zoya x sinner fem!reader

requested? : yup

warning(s) : talking about body insecurity, i might have not talked about it well in this fic, might be ooc zoya

uh hey there, thanks for the request! I decided to make reader a sinner since I would like to make chief her own character. I also only picked Zoya since I do not know much about Cinnabar yet. I hope that is okay.

also, please do tell me if i wrote anything wrong with this. making fics with these kinds of topics is really hard for me.

The monthly check up, the moment you don’t really like. It's where the MBCC would conduct a routine check up for all of the sinners to see if something is wrong. This monthly routine check up is mostly for sinners but staff get check ups too.

You are a sinner that has been arrested by the MBCC and unlike sinners who resisted, you did not. You are going to be locked up forever and be “used” by the chief sure, but at least the food is free and there is a not so comfy bed to sleep on. There are so many of these “routines” that the bureau conducts, one of them is this medical check up. This was no problem to you at the start, you actually wanted to know if something is wrong with you and is always compliant but as of the recent ones however, you started to feel nervous about this, anxious even. It's not like the doctors and staff abuse you, it's just that recently, you’re starting to feel a little insecure about yourself, especially with your body and weight. You guessed that being locked up alongside these beautiful sinners with amazing bodies made you like this.

Your girlfriend, Zoya, the commander of the Legion, has started to notice this. You no longer wear your usual outfit that shows your skin, you now wear sweaters and long sleeved clothes which is not a problem to Zoya, she finds you really adorable in these actually. Her only problem was, it gets very very hot in the bureau, especially in the afternoon when you and her would go to the outdoors area to hang out. Zoya noticed right away what the cause was and she was determined to let you know that you shouldn't be thinking about those things. 

At the moment, you were waiting in line for the check up, you tried hiding your anxiousness. You tried not to think about the doctors weighing you or only being in your undies while they check up on you.

Oh god, please make this stop-

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt someone pull you away and lead you to a room. Looking up, you saw that it was your girlfriend.

“Zoya? Why are we here?” Your body acted into its own accord, hugging Zoya to calm yourself down. Your girlfriend could feel how much you were shaking and instantly wrapped her arms around you.

“I saw you were having a hard time there, is everything okay?” Zoya asked you as gently as she could, knowing that this topic is sensitive to anyone who is going through this. Your girlfriend does not want to force you into telling her what’s wrong, but you can see from the way she looks at you that she already knows your trouble.

“I’m just…I just don’t feel…good?” You tried to tell her vaguely, hoping that she would get it immediately. Zoya pulled away from the hug, looking into your eyes.

“Babe, it's okay, you can tell me and if you don’t want to, that’s also okay. I just want to help you in any way I can.”

Closing your eyes with a deep breath, you released it all to Zoya. How you don’t feel confident in yourself and in your body anymore, how you think you’re so heavy and that you need to lose weight, everything. You told Zoya everything while she listened, wiping your tears from time to time.

When you were finished, you two just stood there, arms wrapped around each other.

“Look and listen to me, you are beautiful. You always have been. There’s nothing wrong with having a little weight, you know? Believe me when I say you’re so fucking hot. I mean, have you seen some of those sinners who look at you?” You chuckled, wiping your tears as you remember those moments when random sinners would flirt with you, making Zoya annoyed that she would always let them know that you are hers and hers only.

“I’m not really good at these, but what I’m saying is, there’s nothing wrong with you. You are perfectly fine, perfectly healthy and…perfectly beautiful.”

“Thank you Zoya and I’m sorry that I only told you about this now.”

“There’s no need to apologise, but know that I am always here, okay? Now let’s go for your check up. If you want, I can come with you during your turn.”

It took you a couple of seconds to reply, not believing that a violent person like Zoya could be so gentle with you. You grabbed her cheeks, placing a soft kiss on it.

“I would love that.”

[marley-manson]

I go on a lot about BJ's flaws because they're what make him interesting to me, but I gotta say I love to view Hawkeye, especially with regards to his relationship with BJ, as like... what's the right word? Stubborn? Judgemental? Take-charge (in a way that incidentally doesn't negate him being subby in bed but rather makes it a more interesting dynamic lol)? Demanding?

He leads and he automatically expects his friends to follow, and if they don't he'll make his judgy displeasure known. He's extremely empathetic towards people as a general rule but a typical exception is when they're his close friends and they go against his judgement or fail to meet his expectations.

Based on how I perceive Hawkeye's character as a whole, I would actually sum it up as Hawkeye getting a little irrationally upset when he's ignored as a presence, someone who has an effect in his friends lives.

I'm thinking of The Bus when BJ wants to include Frank in a conversation and Hawkeye snaps at him for it; or Hawkeye watching BJ standing politely for Margaret in The Gun and giving him a very pointed disapproving look; or the way he initiates his appendix scheme in Preventative Medicine without consulting with BJ at all, just assuming he'll go along with it; or the way BJ is able to goad him about the joke by not laughing at it in Dear Uncle Abdul; or the way Hawkeye gets upset when BJ doesn't join him in his outrage in Give Em Hell Hawkeye; or the way he accuses BJ of not being loyal in The Most Unforgettable Characters, or Commander Pierce even (though I think the latter ep is ooc in many ways, aspects do potentially fit this take on Hawk.)

Or, for non-BJ examples, arguably trying to convince Carlye to divorce her husband for him; getting mad at distant childhood friends when they don't humour his paranoia about his nightmares in Hawk's Nightmare; his judginess towards Borelli in The Consultant when he fails to live up to Hawkeye's first impression of him; there's a little moment in Private Charles Lamb where Trapper interrupts Hawkeye mid-joke and Hawkeye gives him such an irritated look lol...

And of course it's all largely a function of his role as a protagonist with very strong opinions: the anti-authority attitude as a cornerstone of the show, and the way he's almost always the one who initiates and takes the lead in the show's plotlines. And it informs his two closest relationships on the show, with Trapper and BJ both as followers to his leader.

There are plenty of examples of him following another's lead as well, since he's not someone who particularly cares about being in charge of anything - Carry On Hawkeye, his indifference to being Chief Surgeon in Chief Surgeon Who, Twas the Day After Christmas where he's completely checked out and doesn't care at all about the authority roleswap, his usual respect for Potter, BJ masterminding a few pranks, etc. It's not about needing to be an authority figure or being unable to switch to a more supportive role when the situation calls for it.

It's about needing to affect people, imo. It goes along with his urge to entertain, to be seen, to be enjoyed as a spectacle, because he too easily feels invisible as part of the army (The Interview). It fits his tirade against the army wanting them to blend into the background in fatigues, in Peace on Us. It works as the source of his outrage when his things are used without permission (Picture This, Follies of the Living with the clothes peg).

I'd say he hates being disagreed with, dismissed, ignored, or misunderstood to a somewhat irrational extent because it feels like being unseen, invalidated, invisible. Being stuck in the army, in a situation totally outside his control where he's viewed by the higher authorities as just a number definitely exacerbates it, but I think it's a part of his core personality.

Honestly, to get a little interestingly weird with it, I could even believe that part of the appeal of being a surgeon for him is the physical impact on people - the proof when he saves a leg or a life that he had his hands in someone and changed them. He does canonically use pretty unique and recognizable sutures after all.

This is mostly a headcanony take since I don't necesssarily think these nuances are really intended lol, and there are definitely plenty of moments that don't fit this vibe since Hawkeye is fairly well-rounded as a character and person overall. Sometimes he's more easy going and chill. It's more just me tying some patterns together in a way that I think makes sense with Hawkeye's character and the way he embodies the 'acting out in a warzone' theme.

And I don't think it's all flaws either - Hawkeye's force of personality is usually a virtue in the show. He does a lot of good with his refusal to back down, and his impact on people is probably pretty positive overall. If he inspires others to rebel more, question authority, be more true to themselves, be more openly emotional, etc, I think that's great.

But like, it's also kind of fucked up as an interpersonal dynamic, particularly with a more passive best friend who seems to often resent how much limelight Hawkeye takes up, and particularly in the army environment I think Hawkeye's urge to make himself seen, understood, and agreed with becomes pronounced to a pretty offputting degree at times. It leads to a very one-sided dynamic between him and his two best friends which imo is very interesting to explore.

[britannias-god-of-war]

Good day, Sir or Madame!

Welcome, noble souls, to the esteemed and most august communication channel of none other than Vice-Admiral Viscount Lord Horatio Nelson! Known far and wide as Britannia’s God of War, the gallant conqueror of the Nile, the resplendent victor of Trafalgar, and the vanquisher of countless foes upon the high seas!

I shall, with the utmost pleasure, welcome any inquiries and endeavour to respond with all due haste and diligence. Should I, in the rarest of circumstances, be unable to attend to your questions personally, rest assured, that they shall be addressed with equal care by my trusted companion and most esteemed Captain, Thomas Masterman Hardy (in blue).

Should you, by some curious twist of fate, have arrived at my mailbox in error, seeking instead to contact one of my honourable friends—or perhaps even a noble adversary—then I bid you to proceed to the appropriate channels without delay - see updated Napoleonic roleplay scene directory.

Manners maketh man! Do you know what that means? If not, see the Roleplay guide. It was meant for dealing with our dear deceased French, but rest assured that we Britons require the same level of decency!

God save you, Sir or Madame!

Faithfully yours

The Most Noble Lord Horatio Nelson,

Viscount and Baron Nelson, of the Nile and of Burnham Thorpe in the County of Norfolk, Baron Nelson of the Nile and of Hillborough in the said County, Knight of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath, Vice Admiral of the White Squadron of the Fleet, Commander in Chief of his Majesty's Ships and Vessels in the Mediterranean, Duke of Bronte in Sicily, Knight Grand Cross of the Sicilian Order of St Ferdinand and of Merit, Member of the Ottoman Order of the Crescent, Knight Grand Commander of the Order of St. Joachim.

The contents of this communication channel are curated by John Scott, secretary to the Admiral.

((OOC: This is a collab RP blog run by @neylo and @thistlesandstories - the historical accuracy is questionable, but we shall try our best. Feel free to submit any kind of question, but we reserve the right not to answer.))

[station-3-drama]

*the group of soldiers equip gas masks and meanwhile three soldiers equip shields* *Chief Scientist takes a slight interest in the cracked lightbulb but decides to explain the situation.* Chief Scientist: There are a collection of Explosive Beetles that crawl around the hallways, they hate the smell of Febreeze. We call those Subject 47.

Meanwhile, there’s an absurdly fast chicken lizard subject that made the Generator room its home.

*One of scientists walked nearbly amd shuddered at the mention of the chicken lizard.*

Commander: That one is designated Subject 27. One of our earliest squad groups managed to subdue it on the night of the attack.

Commander doesn’t

(a note appears, in a flash of green flame and burning pages. )

"I heard you need some help. I can spare like, one guy maybe. I can send the clone. If you don't mind some friendly fire. Give him food and maybe he can help in a fight. If you mostly need an engineer or medic, I can send one. Just give him some supplies and some backup and he can fix up anything you need. And if you want a jack of all trades, I could send the mercenary, but... Unless you got some gold lying around, I doubt he would help without you giving him a lot in exchange"

(it is signed with just a drawing of a stickman. How odd)

(@the-fort-official )

*Commander and Chief Scientist carefully inspect the message.*

Commander: The fortress needs repairs. The construction has been delayed numerous times from the ambushes and the jailbreaks.

Chief Scientist: But the extra muscle could protect us from future attacks. They’re beginning to coordinate their attacks, not to mention the amount of damage that Subject 31 has done.

Commander: I don’t trust the extra muscle. They’re offering ‘optional’ help, evidence of a wild card that could turn on us at any moment. They’re likely powerful enough to destroy us single-handedly.

Commander: The town needs to survive, Chief. Our government has abandoned us. The mayor is desperately trying to hold the town together.

Commander: I will not sacrifice some of our citizens to an uncaring maniac who’s only motivation is food.

Chief Scientist: So, will we pick engineer?

Commander: It will have to be an Engineer.

[schuylersdreams]

- { .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

watching it.. burn.

hello ! my names : elizabeth schuyler,

age : 23 .

relatives : angelica church schuyler , margarita "peggy" schuyler , catherine schuyler malcom cochran , Philip Jeremiah Schuyler , Rensselaer Schuyler , Cornelia schuyler , Cortlandt Schuyler .

status : joyful .

OOC INTRO ! :

hey! its me sappy EXCEPT something is wrong !! theres no main tagging . thats because im making a new main ! :3

LORE :

February 20, 1756 : Angelica "Church" Schuyler Was Born.

August 9, 1757 : Elizabeth Schuyler Was Born.

September 19, 1758 : Margarita "Peggy" Schuyler Was Born.

1776 : Burr Met Alexander And Marquis De Lafayette, John Laurens, and Hercules Mulligan.

1776-01-10 : Common sense By Thomas Paine was Published.

1775-02-23 : Farmer Refuted Was Published.

1773-12-16: The Boston Tea Party - King George mentions the Boston Tea Party during this song.

1776-08-22: The Battle of Brooklyn - Based off the lyrics in this song, it appears King George was planning on using force to retaliate against the colonies. If applying the musical's chronology, this song should fall around 1776, and in 1776 the British captured New York City during the Battle of Brooklyn.

1775-06-15: George Washington Becomes Commander in Chief of the Continental Army - In 1775, Washington was unanimously selected as Commander in Chief of the Contintental Army.

1775-08-25: Hamilton Captures British Canons - Hamilton and volunteers from a musket drill unit at King’s College captured twenty-one cannons at a British stockade on the tip of Manhattan Island in New York.

1775-09-13: Burr in Quebec - At this point of time, Aaron Burr was in Quebec with Benedict Arnold and General Richard Montgomery.

1776-09-15: The Battle of Kip's Bay - The British won over the unexperienced American troops during this battle when the heavy fire from British ships caused the American troops to flee. This battle gave the British control of New York City on the lower half of the island. Washington estbalished strong positions in Harlem, though.

1777-01-25: Washington Invites Hamilton to his Military Staff - Hamilton becomes a lieutetant colonel under Washington.

1780-12-01: A Winter's Ball - The lyrics date the Winter's Ball occurring during 1780. This event is where Eliza and Hamilton meet according to the musical, so the date falls before they were married.

1780-12-14: Eliza and Hamilton Get Married - Eliza Schuyler gets married to Alexander Hamilton on December, 14 1780.

1780-12-14: Eliza and Hamilton's Wedding - Two songs in the musical focus on Eliza and Hamilton's marriage. In this song, Angelica, Eliza's sister, describes her perspective of the wedding and her feelings for Hamilton.

1778-06-28: The Battle of Monmouth - Charles Lee and George Washington came into a confrontation during this battle which led to Lee's permanent dismissal from the army.

1778-12-23: John Laurens and Charles Lee Duel - On December 23, 1778 John Laurens and Charles Lee have a duel.

1781-03-15: Hamilton Goes Home - After a dispute with Washington, Hamilton leaves his staff for a few months.

1779-08-01: Lafayette Returns to France - Lafayette expressed desire to return to his homeland for awhile during this time period.

1780-03-19: Lafayette Returns to America with Supplies and Aid from France - Lafayette sailed into Boston on March 19, 1780 after his period in France.

1781-09-28: The Battle of Yorktown - This battle occured in Yorktown, Virginia from September 28th to October 19th in 1781. This battle essentially ended the fighting in the revolution and assured success to the American cause.

1783-09-03: The End of the Revolution - The Treaty of Paris was finally signed which negotiated between American and Great Britain, ended the revolution, and recognized America as independent.

1782-01-22: Birth of Philip - Alexander Hamilton's son, Philip, was born.

1783-06-21: Birth of Theodosia - Aaron Burr's daughter, Theodosia, was born.

1782-09-01: Hamilton Returns to New York - Sometime during 1782, Hamilton returns to New York and becomes a lawyer alongside Burr.

1783-01-01: The Churches Go to England - Angelica and her family go to England in 1783.

1787-01-01: The Federalist Papers - John Jay, James Madison, and Alexander Hamilton wrote a series of 85 essays titled The Federalist Papers in the span of a year which encouraged ratification to the constitution.

1787-05-25: Hamilton at the Constitutional Convention - Hamilton arrives at the Constitutional Convention on May 25, 1787.

1789-02-04: Washington Becomes the Preisdent - On February 4, 1789, George Washington becomes the first president of the United States of America.

1789-09-02: US Treasury is Founded - The Treasury was founded on September 9, 1789.

1789-09-11: Hamilton becomes Secretary of the Treasury - Hamilton takes office on September 11, 1789.

1800-03-31: First Murder Trial in the United States - The trial involving Levi Weekes took place from March 31st to April 1st in 1800 and was the first murder trial in the United States. Weekes had Aaron Burr, Alexander Hamilton, and Henry Brockholst Livingston representing him at the trial.

1789-07-14: French Revolution Begins - The French Revolution started in July of 1789.

1789-10-01: Jefferson Returns from France - Thomas Jefferson returns to America from Paris in October of 1789.

1790-03-22: Jefferson Becomes Secretary of State - Thomas Jefferson starts his term as Secretary of State in 1790.

1793-02-25: First Cabinet Meeting - Washington held the first cabinet meeting on February 25, 1793.

1787-12-06: Angelica and Hamilton's Letters - Hamilton and Angelica wrote letters near the end of 1787 featuring the punctuation of the comma described in the lyrics.

1787-12-06: Angelica and Hamilton's Letters - Hamilton and Angelica wrote letters near the end of 1787 featuring the punctuation of the comma described in the lyrics.

1791: Philip is Nine - Philip Hamilton turned nine in this song, making the song take place in 1791.

Now: Angelica and Hamilton's Letters - Hamilton and Angelica wrote letters near the end of 1787 featuring the punctuation of the comma described in the lyrics.

[lephamquynhnhu]

Panacea

Chapter 5: The last remnant of epics (Second Half)

Ending of the forgettable story (I)

Dan Feng x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: The reader has a default name, OOC, mentioned blood, violence. (This is a work of fanfiction, events are not aligned or relevant to the original work)

Word count: 2k2

Summary: He met you on a drizzling day when hydrangea fully bloomed on its field. Amidst the sea of mild pastel petals, Dan Feng never thought the flowery domain that intertwined your fate was the precise thing withered with you. They said he was a dragon, a hero, a sinner, but never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world. However, it was a demi-truth. He committed the cardinal sin because of you.

Note: Special chapter for 1st Lunar New Year <3 This chapter was supposed to be a whole text, yet I was immersed in writing and milking the last ounce of my grey matter into it, which resulted in unexpectedly long. Therefore, I broke it down into two posts, I hope you enjoy my story. Do you like...depression?

Devourers of Abominations' background story might have ended here if Yue Guang had not betrayed. Two members of the undead legion were exceptional organisms because they were neither humans nor monsters. The perfect duo in the Devourers team was a side study of Dr. Chen, and they appeared even before the project's initiating state. A boy was his lab homunculus, and a girl was a frozen embryo to play a backup vessel in case of the malfunctioning prototype. Nevertheless, he found another interesting topic and eventually decided to nurse them both. 

The chief researcher endowed life for his discreet study by infusing Yin-Yang cores from a dying heliobi into their bodies to operate the spinal cord instead of mini reactors. In addition to turning the children into black sheep, he implanted a conditional treacherous algorithm in their nucleus. Yue Guang also prudently falsified their memories before sending them to a backen refugee camp. Those children were then assigned to the 57th orphanage, and their registered names were Huang Yuan and Bai Lin. 

When Yaoqing recognized his malicious intrigue, it was too late because the project was running at its final phase, and Dr. Chen had already left with his incinerated research. According to their investigation, they suspected Chen Yue Guang was a Lord Ravager who infiltrated the research team to mess up with their project and cast chaos inside out. However, their assumption was a mere theory since Yue Guang had cleaned every piece of related data and disappeared as though he never existed. On the other hand, the Yaoqing's authorities could not abort Devourers of Abominations, or at least not yet. Not when the voluminous benefits the squad provided. Thanks to allocating their position at the frontline battlefield, the death toll and financial burden decreased significantly. Furthermore, those black sheep seemed not to awaken of their true essence.

In the developing phase of Devourers, the unsurpassed capability of Huang Yuan and Bai Lin quickly shone. Thanks to his sublime intelligence, Yuan became the leader of the Devourers of Abominations, who officially masterminded the strategy with their Commanders. As for their Vice-Captain, Bai Lin's martial arts talent bloomed excellently, and it excelled above her peers, which led to control of Wind Element. Due to her unparalleled potential, Bai Lin was the sole member who masterfully wielded Wrath of Mandala - a replica of one of the Three Grand Divine Weapons - the pride of the Artisanship Commission in Luofu. The team considered that invincible duo a bloodline, who functioned as Brain and Limbs. 

However, the wheel of fortune seemed to ruthless on the Vice-Captain since her illustrious expertise backfired on Bai Lin as the Yaoqing Authorities burdened her with a sinful mission. She had to kill every member who succumbed to Berserk because her precise swordsmanship always tore the accurate point of their mini-reactor as if Bai Lin possessed a causality reverse art. Therefore, the Vice-Captain's comrades could be released from the earthly hell and rest in peace, and the epithet "Bai Lin the tyranny" was born. Other divisions rumored she was a bloodthirsty monster who unhesitantly salvaged souls despite friends or foes on the battlefield.

Huang Yuan used to see her shedding tears after plundering a teammate's life, yet she stopped mourning ever since the fifth person and drank more instead. He did not realize Bai Lin's smile gradually quenched, and her eyes were getting darker with an unreadable expression until she confessed in a drunk state. 

"Perhaps I became a monster entirely. Don't you think so?" - the Vice-Captain still slumped with her head down, surrounded by spirit cans and metal mugs, which depicted a picture of solitude and depression. "I cannot cry for them nor feel grief anymore." 

Under the dim light of a cheap candle, burning wax noiselessly melted to flash a weak flicker upon the tent's panel. It was dark and gloomy, like the fate of Devourers of Abominations. Immersing in the dreadful silence, Bai Lin exhaustedly stared at her palm - all eyes were bloodshot yet arid. She wondered if the Galatic Trace started nibbling her tear ducts or if this mundane body transformed. Even though she attempted to rinse the evidence tainted with countless blood, the tarnishment perpetually lingered. 

"If I become a berserker, please kill me in the most atrocious method. I don't deserve a peaceful death." 

It was a miracle that Bai Lin remained sanity after suffering myriad hellish things. Is that a good thing to keep the Vice-Captain a humane butcher? Huang Yuan surmised he would never get an answer, so he muttered something and drank up his bottle instead. From reading the lip sing, she could tell it was Nonsense. 

"We are the marionette of fate from the beginning. No matter how far we run, Devourers of Abominations definitely meet their ends. Nevertheless, I wish to protect her smile in my last breath." - Huang Yuan closed his national secret. The suicide squad has already given too much of their childhood and happiness, even discarded their lives. In the future vision, there is no trace of their silhouette and the person who sold their soul like you deserved a better life. Looking at the High Elder's face, Huang Yuan effortlessly detected an ounce of tangled thought and elaborated abruptly.

"Truth be told, Dr. Chen algorithm us to betray the Alliance, yet an unexpected circumstance occurred, which resulted in an error code embedded in my core. That's why I regained the True memory, and I can assure you that Bai Lin won't rebel either. However, her memories stayed unchanged to prevent the information overload, and the side effect might cause her Deja vu." - The Captain said and brought his hand to touch his chest tenderly. Behind the cover of Yuan's uniform was a hollow ribcage since he had gouged his Yang core to neutralize your malicious code before requesting an audience with the Commander. 

Dan Feng only closed his eyes to inhale a long breath. White cranes embroidered in silver thread glide in sparkling glitter on every breathing rhythm as he reorganized events.

"Are you fond of her?"

Confronting with his sudden question, Huang Yuan cleverly avoided giving Imbibitor Lunae a direct response.

"We shared the same vital energy, so Bai Lin is technically the other me. As long as she is alive, my dream will go on. Uhm...thank you for sending us some fireworks, by the way."

Sunset feeding the dying light signed the beginning of RPF-910 Operation. Five remaining Devourers' members settled their assigned positions and marched forth. On their last mission, the kamikaze group split into three segments: Jia Xi held the East frontier and joined forces with him was the First Division of Xianzhou Xuling. His sacred duty at the stronghold was to resist the enemy's offensive attack and sacrificial defense. Irene controlled the airspace; her mission was to cover their rear and support firepower for the East swing. From the Forging Commission, you and Zi Wen were responsible for transporting the holy arrow of Reignbow Arbiter - the grace of Aeon Lan the Hunt to Reed Hill. As for Huang Yuan, the victorious key headed toward their blockage area by an underground dungeon alone.  

The Operation happened as planned, but things got out of control when your pair crossed an isolated lagoon. An abnormal magnetic field blocked the path and jammed all your signals. In addition to your dilemma, the designated transportation was not specialized in combat, so it barely got through. In order to pierce that hindered barrier, you had to turn on the Secondary armor, which was the sole defensive device to protect the chariot. After enduring a kilometer, you and Zi Wen escaped the magnetic field successfully. But alas, the challenge seemed the prelude as an enemy's maniple lay in an ambush while all controlling systems and supporting subsystems were incapable of functioning en masse. Their raven swings moved into a circular shape, obstructing the sky like a well-brim.

Upon that aghast scene, a robotic voice repeatedly warned of the forthcoming confrontation while error signals dominated every monitor. Gazing at the dazzling crimson alert blazed over the hatch, so there were limited options in this urging situation. As soon as you told Zi Wen to sit still and planned on leaving the cockpit, he suddenly pressed your shoulder, which caused you to stay in place. 

"Don't fight risky out there while you have comrades to lean on." 

You astonishedly swang your head toward him to see the scarlet hue illuminating his facial lines and dyed his worn uniform. Your irises squeezed when he mentioned the transportation's structure. The High Hope chariot was not meant for battle, yet it was made from an Abundance of abomination's corpse. As a result, there must be something you can take advantage of, and Zi Wen was astute to exploit.

"I felt glad when previewing its technical design last night." - He started dismantling some hardware at the center system - "Because this chariot originated from a living organism, its creator group has not eradicated essential parts yet. For demonstration, this stinger is an excellent example." Zi Wen pulled a bizarre tube from a messy web of colorful cords as he resumed his lecture.

"They linked it to the fuel tanks, and the buddy instills gasoline from there to metabolize into energy. Before transforming into a mechanical body, the abomination absorbed organic nutrition. Do you know what that means?" An astonishment emerged in the layer of thought as you recognized his alternative. However, they soon dismissed to make room for the dumbfoundedness surging on your face when Zi Wen showed a handmade steel ring that lay neatly in a square box.

"I planned on proposing Irene after this Operation ends, but I guess I miss the chance now. Can you help me convey the message?" - A faint smile tinged on Zi Wen's solemn visage; you did not comprehend why he could be that calm to ask that favor. In the end, you bitterly took the box from him, and a sting pain suddenly squeezed your left chest, which felt like someone plucked the heart out as your fingertip reached his will. That was the first time you learned what the pain is, but Zi Wen seemed fulfilled when his partner did so.

 "I leave the rest to you, Vice-Captain." 

Just as Zi Wen finished the sentence, he immediately pinned the stringer to his carotid, and the transportation sucked his life, only leaving a dry corpse beside you. After receiving the vital energy from a living creature, all systems progressively went green signs, the Secondary armor returned to its peak, and the transportation even repaired Endure Border on its own. You silently stored the box inside your inner pocket and twitched on the highest stats. A war cry vocalized when you pungently seized the steering wheel to charge the abounded enemy swarmed over, as dense as a shadow.  

"MY CHARIOT WILL RUN YOU DOWN LIKE A SHOOTING STAR."

The facts at Eastern Battlefront did not go positive when the opposite force hit hard on Jia Xi's swing, and the stronghold was in danger of falling. Their Commander ordered the First Division to withdraw behind to support Jia Xi and their Captains. Likewise, Irene hardly covered the rear as the enemy continuously attacked and kept her hands full, so drawing the foe's attraction from Jia Xi was the only thing she could do to unload his burden. Amidst those chaotic circumstances, the affair grew worse when a starskiff staggered on the dusted sky and released its firepower to the Alliance. Jia Xi's communication monitor abruptly switched on, only to find Irene wearing a half-broken mask, which revealed her grave expression. 

"They hijacked my starskiff and killed my partner, but I annihilated the hostility promptly. Please help me when I return to my position." The comms shut down instantly after she completed her favor, leaving him gazing at the specific starkiff desperately. 

Not long after you drove through their second barrier, a maximum explosion blasted midair, which caused your transportation to wiggle due to its winds. The High Hope chariot seemed severely devastated when sustaining two extreme ambiance; its engine sparked electronically, and the armor fumed smoke. Your comms suddenly received the connection request from the Eastern Battlefront; Jia Xi's features unstably materialized on the grain monitor. His complexion looked horrendous, and his hair matted with blood as he condensed the happenings. 

"...Therefore, I shot down her starskiff." - He clenched his teeth to press the outcome. Whenever a member of the Devourers of Abominations project showed any betrayal, other teammates must eradicate those treacherous components, regardless of whether intentional or unintentional. The explosion from Irene starskiff was a kind of atomic bomb that had a biological detonator; in this case, their mini-reactors played the role of activating the bomb. 

An agonizing countenance disappeared as quickly as it came when Jia Xi settled the device beside him to lean on a tottering barricade. The frontier was derelict because all soldiers received the order to retreat to the fortress, and Jia Xi stayed to complete his mission. With this strategy, they could repel the enemy's offensive for a remarkable time to reallocate the forces and accept the reinforcement. 

 "I...no, we leave the rest to you. Glory to the Xianzhou." 

Before losing your signal, a big smile decorated his face that shone brighter than the golden flash shimmered on Jia Xi's figure. A nameless daisy in front of the monitor lightly swayed along the wind's accord was the curtain of Eastern Battlefront. 

You astoundedly fixed your eyes on the screen that are now black-and-white grains. 

[ask-lute]

Clearing his throat, he walked up to her and politely tapped on her shoulder.

Supreme Commander? Do you have a minute for me? Yes? Thank you.

Small cough.

Let me introduce myself, Dmitry, special correspondent abroad and military correspondent of the "HT" media agency, "Hell Today".

He showed his press ID.

If you don't mind, let's move on to the topic of conversation.

He took out a notepad and pen.

Let me voice the questions asked to our agency by our viewers, readers and listeners, as well as official questions from HT. So...

Opened notepad.

First. What is your view on possible future confrontations between Hell and Heaven?

Second. Could you explain why you don't use more modern weapons than spears and swords? Because the editor-in-chief of our newspaper does not understand, this would be much simpler and would involve fewer sacrifices of Exterminators.

Third. Since you, the Supreme Commander-in-Chief, are currently acting as the Supreme Commander-in-Chief in connection with the tragic death of Adam, could you please tell me if any changes in tactics, strategy, equipment, or even in the very essence of your special forces of the Heavenly Armed Forces are planning or already made?

Small chuckle.

If I may call Exterminators' army "special forces of Heaven's Armed Forces".

Fourth.... Hm?

He raised an eyebrow and looked at her with a slight smile.

This and several subsequent questions came from our audience. Don't misunderstand them, Supreme Commander, you are also a living being, and they are interested in knowing your opinion on things that are less related to military issues. If you don't mind, of course. So....

Fourth. Apples or pears?

Fifth. Your favorite author/poet?

Sixth. Favourite film/show/series?

Seventh. Favourite musician/album/song?

(ooc: P. S.: sorry for possibly bad English, it's 23:40 here and my brain may not be braining enough. and also sorry for enormous amount of text, I'm just not used to short questions. They don't seem suitable for a blog like yours, Lilith. Love you, your idea and good luck in everything you do! <3)

Hello, that...is quite a lot of questions you have for me.

1. I am not worried, we have maintained order for millenia, there is no reason to expect differently.

2. Modern weapons would be like using a gatlin gun for a cockroach. The other exorcists and I prefer the hunt. Though recently we have been making contingencies.

3. Yes, tactics will be changed, we are planning more sophisticated strategies. And I suppose that descriptor is accurate.

4. Oranges, I'm not a fan of apples or pears and prefer citrus fruits.

5. Favorite author is Miyamoto Musashi, favorite poet?... Probably Dante Alighieri or Carl Sandburg.

6. Currently I am watching lots of shows dealing with war histories.

7. Hmm I suppose it would be Bad Religion, favorite song... Skyscraper...the acoustic version.-🗡

((💜-Lilith))

[ratasum]

4, 5, 6, and 13 for the multiple commanders ask! (@where-is-caithe)

Multiple Commanders AU Ask game

4. Did they have different responsibilities in the Pact?

They kind of did, but mostly in the sense that they'd usually split up to do different tasks based on availability or, sometimes, on skill (for example, Vezz figured Garrus should stay with Trahearne on the airships since he's a decently skilled tactician. More often than not, Oaklinna was with Garrus (and by extension Qirri) while Vezz and Rissia stuck together. This grew less frequent the closer Oaklinna got to Trahearne, where she spent most of her time traveling with him.

The biggest difference was Qirri, since though she's adjacent and typically is found traveling with the commander at any given time, she's instead the krewe chief of a small krewe with Taimi.

5. Did all of them, only a few, or just one of them go through the dungeon storylines?

Vezz went through the dungeon storylines! I like to think after the early ones, since for most of that, he was still acting on Zojja's behalf in an attempt to drag him out of the mire he found himself in after leaving the Inquest (though he'll tell you she conscripted him) Rissia was with him for late game ones, as they really only started traveling together after Claw Island.

Which is OOC me dragging @wall-legion kicking and screaming through dungeons with me.

6. Did they chase after Caithe together or was one/were some on the airship with Trahearne during the start of HoT?

Answered here! Though I did clarify with @wall-legion that Garrus was in fact on the airship with Oaklinna and Qirri, so that's a definite there.

13. Who was on the airship that crash landed in Cantha?

It was my friend's Garrus! This was after Oaklinna had left (she'd stepped down following everything in HoT and Trahearne) and Vezz and Rissia had officially retired, so he's really our only official commander currently left for the current moment.

Though in all fairness, he was there because Qirri had asked him to come as a favor. Since she's the Dragonwatch Krewe chief, she sees Gorrik as partly her responsibility, so she had gone with him to make sure he stayed safe on Taimi's behest.

Garrus was there for moral support/backup, and as a result, they both wound up getting crashed into Cantha.

[gen-washington]

❛  i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit.  ❜ - Child! Marie-Louise

(ooc: I think Georgey would be the perfect foster dad for little Marie - of course if you want to)

Eyes widen with surprise that melts into compassion. "Thank you, sweet child. You have an eye for fashion." He offers her a smile, that quivers slightly when he thinks that to her he is probably dressed as finely as a king.

The thin shape of the child before him utterly breaks his heart. Just thinking of the hunger, cold and fear that she faces every day makes him wish to change her fate immediately. Washington is not yet Commander in Chief, not yet a General, but a plantation owner with a large house and money to spare. And had he not had all that he would still have found it in his heart to offer what means he had to help this little girl off the streets. Worryingly George realises that she should not wander alone in the town, speaking to strangers, and would most likely not do that if she had a choice. "Tell me little one, where is your family?"

@marie-louise-baskerville

[azul-ocean24]

skellagirl:

downtown-coolsville:

its-not-junk-its-art:

whereyougoingslugger:

its-not-junk-its-art:

whereyougoingslugger:

anniehughes:

Kent…..you really are annoying.

OOC: Other nicknames in Kent’s irritating nickname list include: Tiger, Bucko, Kiddo, Captain, Commander, Sarge, Soldier, Punk, Zippy… the list goes on and on.(By the way: Annie I’m hurt.)

OOC: Don’t forget Bud, Big Guy, Ace, Fella, Sharp Shooter, Chief, and Scamp!

OOC: Colonel, Gangster, Doc, Fighter, Killer, Hero, Shorty, Short-Stuff and…..(Wolf?)

OOC: Shark, Little Man, Bossman, Mister Bossman, Sonny, Eagle Eyes, Private, Lieutenant, and of course, the ever immortal “Hog Hug.”

YES. This is beautiful.

Oh wow oh gee there’s an Iron Giant RP group omg

[centrifugal-apotheosis]

//ooc note: OMEGA TIER SPOILERS for Mega Man X Command Mission! If you open this video log you will be spoiled!

[begin video log:

Axl Marino X Zero Massimo

Top Man and the Maverick Hunters are at the helipad of Giga City, watching as an aircraft comes to pick them up

Well this has been fun, but it's time to head home So what's in the cards for you? We get back to base, file a report, and wait for the next mission That, and... I have some things to think about

And I try to find a way back to the world I came from

Regardless, it's been a pleasure fighting alongside you Indeed. Let's hope the next time we meet, it is still as allies Well, I'll try to behave, but you Hunters better behave as well, otherwise no promises. Heh

Top Man goes over to Zero

What's got your jimmies twisted?

...I've been thinking... The Maverick Virus... it came from me right? So maybe I might hold the cure. Perhaps in my code, or in my body, there's a way to cure the Maverick Virus. And if that's true, I think I could best help the Maverick Hunter cause by donating my boy for research. So once we get back, that's probably what I'll arrange for

But wait! Wouldn't that mean, y'know, them taking you apart?

They'd save my intelligence circuit, unless that's where the cure lay, and if the cure is in my IC... it'd be for the best, and I'd have no regrets

Whoa dude! Chill! There's gotta be a better way to fix that man!

If my body holds the secret to a golden age of peace, why shouldn't I offer myself?

I don't care how gold the age is, if it's you granting it, then not getting to enjoy it yourself is TOTES BOGUS! C'mon man quit bein a spaz

The two Wily robots are cut off by the sounds of gunfire from the aircraft tearing through Chief R and blasting the Maverick Hunters

What the frag?!

The Hunters get behind cover, X and Axl firing at Mechaniloids coming from the aircraft, Massimo and Top Man shielding Marino, who had been hit, and Nana from incoming fire

Guys book it! I'll hold em off!

ARE YOU NUTS?!

TRUST ME!

Top Man gets into the center of a crowd of enemies, defeating many of them before Top Spinning in the center. They focus their attacks on him, giving the others a chance to escape. X leads the others away as Top Man keeps fighting. eventually he uses Bounce Ball to fling himself up and away a different route, with the enemy forces in hot pursuit

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, LANGLEY. 🌑

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Jessica age: 26 pronouns: she / they ooc contact: causalitymark on twitter other characters in xc: Raven (Path to Nowhere), Mai Zenin (Jujutsu Kaisen), Sonetto (Reverse: 1999)

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Langley age: 42 pronouns: she / her series: Path to Nowhere canon point: Post-Chapter 13 app triggers: Assassinations, murder, war

personality: 

A war criminal, a lapdog, a “cold-blooded Melanosuchus”... Langley has been called many names throughout her life, but the one trait that has managed to stick throughout them all is a fear of her. Known for her ruthlessness, Langley will see that a goal, or as is often the case, a target, is met with finality. To her, no cost is too steep for the right cause. Anything that stands in the way of her course is set to be removed.

  On the other hand, those who have bonded with her will describe her as someone who ensures they are cared for. A kind person. In a world with perpetually winding turns, with psychic phenomenons overwhelming masses, catastrophes wiping out populations, and authorities who hold the sole pen over history, Langley provides a sense of safety to those taken under her wing. She finds no use in wasting the lives of good men and treats treats them as companions rather than pawns.

  Beyond these two sides of her, Langley as an individual is cunning, devoted, humorous, loves to break the rules and leaves all the paperwork for her subordinates to fill out. She’s quite lazy.

something your muse struggles with: Flexibility. Langley is an extremist who is unwilling to stray from her path once she’s decided even if she’s walking towards her death.

your muse’s greatest strength: Loyalty, and a desire to see world change.

history / background: 

  Born in Paradeisos, a young and defiant Langley had quickly escaped its suffocating grasp by enlisting in the military. She soon rose towards the highest rank of the navy as an admiral with her own fleet to command. All of that would change when BR-003 broke out during the navigation observatory incident, awakening Langley as a Sinner. The first use of her newfound power was pointed towards the peace negotiator of the war at that time, whom she insisted on killing in spite of orders.

  Records say that she had been court-martialed but no punishment had been established preceding her employment as the Head of the 9th Agency, an intelligence network working directly under Paradeisos. That is where the trail grows cold, and any other information related to her has been classified.

  After Chief wipes out BR-004 and is detained for interrogations, Langley uses her authority to release them in exchange for delivering them to BR-001, the first and most potent of all recorded Black Rings. Before Chief delves in, Langley presses her gun against the back of their head and places a Causality Mark on them, stating that she gives them liberty to do as they please, that she pardons their secrets, but will ensure this bullet finds its way inside their head should they ever endager DisCity. 

  With that, Chief sets out to successfully wipe out BR-001, earning Langley’s approval. In that time, Langley had also made arrangements to place MBCC under the 9th Agency’s authority and now oversees Chief as their superior.

  After a little more than a year passes, Langley herself is deployed within the re-awakened BR-002 to kill Parma, a target she had set her sights on for a long time. She turns her aim towards the rest of the Underground, meanwhile guiding her dearest subordinate, Chief, along their course among Paradeisos.

powers / abilities:

CONDITIONAL CAUSALITY: Langley is able to predict the conditions necessary to ensure her bullet hits any target marked with Causality. This, of course, may only be achieved if she fulfills all conditions.

inherent abilities: 

SINNER: A Sinner carries superior physiology to the ordinary human, allowing them greater physical strength and faster regeneration of their body.

items / weapons: 

PISTOL: It’s a shiny silver pistol that’s been customized to all hell to suit Langley’s tastes.

CANE: It’s a shiny silver cane with four snake ornaments coiled at the head, no of course it’s not a weapon, why would you think that? She’s an intelligence agent, not an assassin for goodness’s sake.

Here are the following features of her cane:

Darts coated in ricin. One of the ornaments acts as the trigger.

Knife. Slotted between the mechanism which shoots darts and the exterior, this is activated by pushing down on the head of the cane and retracts by pressing down on a surface that is greater than 5 on the Mohs Hardness scale.

Grappling hook. Also activated by a trigger, this sends the snakes sprawling into a four-pronged hook.

Mobility, for actual limping on her part.

starting ability: Conditional Causality

starting item: Cane

extra:

she is trans, and also so beautiful, and so scary, and my dream woman

i’m sorry there’s so much packed into the cane, i promise she rarely uses it for anything other than her messed up leg

discord id: 9thagency

[mvsicinthedvrk]

Was that [XUAN LU]? Oh no no, that was just [QI YAN/QIYAN AGULA], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [JING WEI QING SHANG/CLEAR AND MUDDY LOSS OF LOVE]. They are [TWENTY FOUR] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. {ooc: ollie}

i’m nothing if not predictable so here’s another webnovel character obsessed with revenge (see: he xuan, see: wen kexing, lmao) except it’s a slightly different flavor this time! nice.

how long has your character been here

a couple of months by the start of 2023. long enough to get situated.

what is your character’s job?

she has recently been hired as the assistant to the white house chief of staff, jin guangyao :)  

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

about two years into her marriage to nangong jingnu!

has any magic affected your character

no! other than that i aged her up by a couple of years.

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know:

originally named qiyan agula, her father claimed she was a boy at birth for political alliance reasons. agula was raised as the Prince of the grass plains, and she’s got the wolf tattoo on her chest to prove it, which signifies that she would have been the next khagan of the chengli tribe (equal to the status of an emperor). the northern tribes are mongolian-coded, which is what i’m going with.

unfortunately her whole tribe, including her father and mother and younger sister, got massacred by the wei emperor’s army to the south, so with a little prompting from a ~mysterious masked figure~ she made it her mission to destroy the entire wei kingdom. that is what she has been working towards. she took on the identity of a deceased wei boy, qi yan, and has been living under that name for some time once she moves south.

even though she consistently disguises herself in masculine clothes in canon, and actually medically altered her body with historical fantasy medicine so that she can (in some ways) physically look like a biological man, she still identifies as a woman.

“bear with it, wait for it” is her learned motto. she is very patient when it comes to watching long-term plans set in motion.

on one hand, qi yan thinks she’s a lot more intense than she actually is. she’ll do something ridiculously nice and kind for someone and then as soon as she’s alone she’ll think “😡this is the last time i do something good for the wei people! soon i will kill them all !!!!” because she is partly DEEP in self-delusion 

on the other hand, she has also definitely done some things (and is willing to do some things) that are typically considered morally evil, no grey about it. and she’s not apologetic about it, either. she is not an anti-hero, she is technically a villain and the antagonist of the book, while also being the romantic lead. 

more fun facts about qi yan! 

she has a literal telepathic affinity with horses, which is very funny in a number of situations. 

she’s great at calligraphy and her pen name is “the hermit shepherd.” 

she looks like a frail scholar, has the constitution of a sickly victorian child, and falls ill literally every other week. but she also feigns illness all the time for various reasons so it’s sometimes hard to tell if it’s real or fake lmao

she was commanded to marry the princess nangong jingnu. this was not, in fact, part of her plan, and derailed her significantly. she is a lesbian, but at the point where i’m pulling her from, her wife is under the assumption that she is a man. also, her wife is the future empress of the kingdom that qi yan needs to destroy. it is a messy situation. 

i am obsessed with her