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so sailor moon cosmos am i right!!!

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Intoxicated

Summary: Sex Pollen! (based off my Gif Skit)

Inspiration Song: "Nashe si chadh gyi" by Arijit Singh (song had to be translated) 

Requester: @GloriousLoki666 (wattpad)

Rating: R 

Note: been awhile since i wrote another sex pollen one shot Lol This was my FIRST

Loki held his breath while the tips of his fingers assured the bowl was set down without a sound. His eyes flicked once again towards the door- no sign of Y/N. finally being able to relax, he smiled down at the plate of chocolate chip cookies and knew the only thing left to do now, was wait.

Luckily, Y/N and Loki were the only ones in the tower for the day, so mistakenly pranking anyone but her was nearly impossible. It has been like this for weeks, both bickering and throwing dry comments at each other before the insults slowly evolved to more physical action.

Pranks. Cruel ones at that, and this time it was Loki’s turn for revenge.

Having to buy the cookies from the store- due to the fact that he was still learning how to make things himself- it also assured Y/N that there was nothing tampered with so she’s just have to eat one. Or so she thought.. magic was helpful when it came to avoiding hands on methods so a simple enchantment had been in order.

Simply consuming a single cookie would send her into a sexual overdrive, making her have to pleasure herself for about 24 hours straight to be sated. It had been merely an equal punishment he chose out when she had made many jokes about his sex drive in front of the team, making them think he couldn’t win over a woman and relied upon his hand half the time. Well she’d have to do just that for how she tried to humiliate him..

With a smirk, Loki turned to leave only to find Y/N herself scampering into the kitchen for her usual ‘sweet tooth’ o’clock time ritual, as she called it- basically looking for something sweet in between responsibilities she was stuck with around here.

Casting a glance over at him, Loki busied himself in the fridge, looking as distracted and disinterested as he could while he hoped she would notice the plate on the island counter.

‘’Thor went shopping again?” she asked, glancing at the plate while Loki looked over his shoulder, pretending to notice them himself with a raised brow.

‘’perhaps, or perhaps I made them.’’

‘’you made them?” she asked with a hidden scoff, closing the cabinet to fully turn around and inspect the cookies on the plate.

‘’indeed darling, I’ve been brushing up on my Midgardian skills around here and figured it might be best to offer it as a.. truce.’’ He told her gently, closing the fridge to turn to her, resting his palms upon the counter across from her while the plate sat in between them.

Y/N looked at him again skeptically before she dropped her gaze at the cookies, inspecting it as if it were a bug that shouldn’t be there. While distracted, Loki found his own eyes taking in her attire- she took advantage of the cozy work quarters of the tower and opted to where an oversized hoodie and shorts. Her hair was a bit messy, indicating she had been working for quite a while- laying on her tummy in bed no doubt, as he’s caught her many times. The brief feeling of movement in his groin at the thought had his brow raising and his eyes moving to see if it were possible before her words snapped him out of the impossible.

‘’bullshit.’’

‘’excuse me?” he said almost offended.

‘’I want to call bullshit, you might as well have put laxatives or something in there. unless of course.. you have a bite.’’ She said calmly, looking up at him with a challenged look in which he straightened and took personally.

Pranking was a delicate business and any sere hesitation could give away his position to make it real. As a slight amount of panic set in, he also told himself that with the amount of sex pollen he had put in for her body weight, couldn’t possibly be enough to affect his Asgardian form. So, taking hold of one between his thumb and pointing finger, his eyes made eye contact with her while he raised it to his lips.

His expression was unreadable yet his eyes held the same amount of challenge in her own while he bites down on a decent yet small bite. Not once breaking eye contact, he let a small smirk show while he chewed before he waved a hand at the rest of the plate. ‘’fair, darling?”

Her own lips pulled to a smirk and she shrugged, walking past him while her arm grazed his own briefly while he turned to watch her walk away. ‘’not hungry, maybe later.’’

His eyes glared at her while she walked away, finding his gaze slowly move down to her swaying hips while he tried to focus on hating her. with a tiny sigh, he looked back at the plate to debate on throwing them out before her scent seemed to catch his attention. Turning back around as if to find her coming back, he didn’t find her there. The sound of her door shut down the hall while he was left inhaling deeply with his eyes fluttering closed.

‘gods.. did she always smell like that?’ he thought, his body tensing to feel another twitch come from his cock and he dropped his eyes to it through the pants. Slight panic squeezed his chest while his eyes rounded and rose towards the halls.

‘oh.. Norns..’

~ 3o minutes.. 30 minutes and still no relief. He had been at it none stop and slumped panting against his door while his hand dropped to his side in defeat. How much had he enchanted it with? Surely not a lot.. it should have only been mild with her mortal body in consideration.. he was a god! It should have barely got him aroused!

His eyes closed with furrowed brows while another wave of arousal hit him. his body tensed and he could feel more beads of sweat come to his temples while his shirt stayed unbuttoned with the prayer of perhaps the AC finally turning on. He was practically raw and sore and nothing he had thought of had worked. He even tried several enchantments but the issue at hand made concentrating difficult.

The worse part is, he could still smell her..

He probably could have suffered an hour of this than find himself at her door. It be to humiliating and would only provide her more content to tease him more. Yet 24 hours would nearly kill a person, him anyway for despite her constant teasing involving a lacking partner, his libido was very much high at all times.

It was hard to find ones willing when all the saw was ‘the destroyer of New York’ first.

After the last 30 minutes of debating, he knew this hour had been the worst in his life and it was not going to get any easier the more time passed. In fact, sex pollen normally worsened the more one waited and didn’t leave the victim a pretty sight if they didn’t get relief.

Growling, he finally put himself away and straightened himself out, pausing now and again to regain his body once another wave hit before he could continue. He wasn’t even sure what he was wanting to ask her while he stood at her door and his hand hesitated to knock while his body buzzed. He had been severely aroused by the mere scent of her, she was most likely the one who’d be able to cure him.. theoretically.

With a gentle knock he almost regretted, the door opened to find Y/N with a surprised look and a step back.

‘’..you don’t look well..’’ she told him, quickly giving him a look over.

‘’I need your assistance.’’ He mumbled, looking literally anywhere else but her.

‘’the medicine is behind the mirror in the bathr-‘’

‘’not- like that.. I’m afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that..’’ Loki sighed, keeping his arms crossed while he shifted uncomfortably for more matters than one. By her silence, his eyes dared to look at hers just to find them quickly switching up from where they most likely had been staring at but she regardless stepped aside and let him in.

Stepping inside, he closed his eyes to make explaining a bit easier while she shut the door behind him. even with her behind, it was as if she were right in front with her scent more intoxicating as ever. His lips parted, trying to find words but had to take a moment to regain himself while he turned to look at her with guilt.

‘’..I may have placed a dose of sex pollen into the dessert from earlier in hopes you would consume one as revenge from your sexual remarks the other day. I wasn’t aware a bite would affect me and this.. issue will only subside after at least 24 hours. Nothing I have been doing has been successful at fixing it but the spell indicates that the one whom the victim favors could.. rid of it faster.’’

Loki’s eyes rounded a little, stopping short after hearing himself through his rant. Did he just confess? By her own rounded eyes, it would appear that he did while she stared at him in shock and parted lips. The silence made him shift a little, causing her to indeed switch her eyes down to the evidence he had in his pants and another wave of arousal came over him. taking a step back, he hunched a little while drawing in a sharp breath, looking timidly at her while her eyes seemed to harden and her arms moved to cross over her chest.

‘’after all this time... after all this time of your insistent torment and teasing.. you suddenly come to me for help??’’

His eyes lowered with guilt while his voice began to sound horse with strain, fists clenching at his sides while he made sure to keep looking at her. ‘’..this is important-‘’

‘’then make it important.’’ She snapped, eyes narrowing while she held on to the audacity of him actually trying to sex poison her. ‘’you got yourself into this mess, how exactly are you going to fix it-‘’

‘’I know you’ve endured a lot and that is my fault-‘’ a slight groan left his lips while his eyes closed tight, slowly causing him to sink to his knees in front of her while he sucked in a breath and kept his hands in his lap to at least try to conceal the obvious.

Her eyes seemed to have less hate towards him while they followed him down, clearly seeing him in pain while she hugged her arms and held her breath.

‘’but.. but I'll make it up to you.. all of it just- please.. I need your help..’’ he said with a low voice, exhaustion washing over his body while he shifted on his knees again at the pressure.

The sight of a knee in front of him had his eyes raise to find her kneeling in front of him, eyes looking almost out of pity and hidden amusement- which almost seemed to be just as bad as hate while he held his tongue and watched her. ‘’karma is a bitch, isn't it?’’

His jaw tightened and he knew she was going to take advantage of this- half debating on just taking the left over 24 hours to avoid this humiliation if walking didn’t seem impossible right now. ‘’..it is..’’ he ground out.

‘’and what have we learned?” she asked, almost to innocently while her other knee joined the floor and her hands rested on her thighs to mirror his position.

His eyes seemed to study her, cruelty and all. She was intoxicating, how mischief seemed to mask his own and he almost wanted to laugh at the end of all this on how it backfired on him. despite their sarcasm, he almost found himself looking forward to their bickering and debates, her facial expressions that changed and her hip sways she offered while walking away from her own deliverance. Even now by the mere memories, he had to stop himself from leaning forward right then and there while his nails dug into his palms by her scent.

‘’..a prank will sometimes backfire..’’

‘’what else?” she asked, her voice seeming to drop lower to a whisper while her eyes studied him.

‘’...to never get the pollen involved specifically..’’ he grumbled, knowing she was relishing his state yet she hinted with a promise at the end of all this, so he stayed put in his submissive position.

Y/N nodded by his answer, a slow hand reaching out to be placed against his manhood, making his eyes slowly close with almost a relived breath by her simple action. ‘’and thus, we have a.. big problem..’’

If his eyes hadn’t been closed, he would have seen her shocked gaze upon her discovery of his size. Her eyes dropped down while her hand began to paw at him, making him tense and shiver while he drew in another sharp breath.

‘’yes..’’ he answered, not exactly sure of the question anymore as soon as he felt her hand press against his chest and push him down onto his back. His palms flattened against the soft carpet below him while his eyes fluttered open at the sound of his zipper.

‘’I like you to Loki, and despite our ways and differences.. I’m glad you came to me for help..’’ she whispered, honesty surprising him while he raised his head and propped himself up on his elbows while she worked at freeing his erection.

‘’you do?-‘’ he nearly groaned while she wrapped her hand around him, his eyes falling closed while her eyes took in the mere size of him.

‘’I do.. even if you’re a pain in the ass sometimes..’’ she smiled a little and bit her bottom lip while her eyes dropped to watch what she was doing eagerly.

‘’I could be,’’ he offered with a teasing smirk, having her hold in a small laugh before she began to gently stoke him and immediately shut him up.

He slowly moved back onto the carpet, his fingers hitting the floor at his sides and curling into the fabric while her hand moved smooth and steady around him. ‘’fuck..’’ he moaned out, his voice breathy while he could already feel relief beginning to wash over him.

She couldn’t help but smile while she watched his beautiful face contort and his body squirm now and again. It was almost like a sense of power, being able to make a god crumble by merely her hand and it only urged her to stroke him faster. She could feel her own arousal hint between her legs, causing her thighs to press together while her thumb now and again ran against the tip and spread his pre-cum more onto his cock.

‘’gods Y/N.. you’re.. ‘’ he shuddered and felt his hips buck up into her hand now and again while he couldn’t even finish his sentence. She was amazing, skilled and beautiful in every which way. Even through the trials and turmoil she was still willing to help him. he even began to wonder when her attraction began towards him but he’d have to ask later.

‘’you’re so big..’’ she breathed, her inner thought speaking out loud while she still tried to believe what she was holding. Without missing a beat, she granted her wants and lowered her mouth onto his tip, flicking her tongue against him and earned a colorful curse word from Loki while he moaned his name.

‘’you feel amazing darling..’’ he breathed, a hand slowly moving to rest against her head, allowing her to set the pace but his fingers began to automatically curse into her silky hair.

She let out a hum, sending vibrations through him in which he bucked up again, making her move her other hand to his hip to try to keep him down while the other continued to pump him. now her mouth began to lower, sucking and licking at what she could take in while her hand covered the rest.

Old Norse language seemed to slip from Loki’s mouth, whispers and broken sentences while his brows furrowed and his body tensed. ‘’I’m almost t-there Y/N.. please- fuck..’’ he moaned, tightening his hold on her hair while he restrained himself from pushing her down.

Moving even faster, a moan left her own mouth while she stroked and sucked. There was a lot to work with and her thighs shifted frequently to relieve some of the pressure of her own between them until he felt his hand pushing her more down onto him.

‘’fuck- Y/N!” he moaned a curse, her name like music on his lips while he felt his orgasm crash and his hips bucked up into her on their own accord.

She eagerly drank him, gripping his hips tightly with both hands while she stayed where he had her. her legs shook and her eyes looked up at him as if she were drunk and pleased. Panting, he felt a tired grin tug his lips while he slowly let go of her hair and stroked her head, his hand falling down to caress her cheek before he felt himself soften a bit and she released him from his mouth.

His head laid down with exhaustion, relief enveloping him while he took in a deep breath and his body relaxed. ‘’thank you.. Y/N..’’ he said quietly while he felt her crawl up his body to straddle his mid-section, hands at his chest while she looked down at him with a pleased smile.

‘’were you really not hungry?” he asked with a small grin, hands coming to rest at her hips while she shook her head, remembering the cookies.

‘’I knew there was something up with them as soon as I saw them. The best part about baking, is the fresh smell it leaves and there was nothing to be found in the entire tower. So store buying them was the first hint, and knowing you, there had to be something else.’’

Loki hummed at his mistakes, wanting to kick himself for it if he didn’t feel himself getting hard again with her on top. This time it didn’t hurt and from her rosy cheeks, he knew she had noticed as well.

‘’you weren’t joking about your libido..’’ she teased, biting her bottom lip while she began to tease him with the rock of her hips and his lips tugged into a smirk at what she said next.

‘’I got something you could eat..’’

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TOP GUN FIC RECS 7!

top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

masterlist

JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F: it's all about you by @bussyslayer333 the four times jake knew that his girl was the one he was going to marry, and the one time he made her his wife.

F: next thing you know by @disturbedbeautywrites you and jake met at the hard deck. in the blink of an eye, you're happily married with children you adore.

F: one man's loss is another man's gain by @sebastianstangirl01 jake would never thank rooster for anything other than leading his wife to him.

F: dad's shirt by @stargazing15 you and your daughter get jake a shirt for father's day, though she's more excited to wear it than him.

F + A: oh deer by @wkndwlff jake loved you, that he was sure of. out of fear of ruining your friendship, he kept that a secret. when you're in a car accident and jake almost losing you, he had to let you know.

F: i think there's been a glitch by @folkloreslovechild jake can't help who he is when he's around you.

F + A: 5 times hangman got older + 1 time he got wiser, too by @folkloreslovechild jake had always loved you, he just never realised it.

F: jake and his sweet wife by @fireinmoonshot

F + A: always a bridesmaid by @sugarcoated-lame when the dagger squad arrived at rooster's wedding, he had given them a stern warning to stay away from his baby sister. of course, jake is never one to listen to what bradley bradshaw has to say.

F: and i know when i need it i can count on you by @carnationworld-writings jake will do anything to help alleviate some of his pregnant wife's pain

F + A: you again by @ereardon you and jake were once in love, till he decided that you needed to break up. years have passed and you've both achieved your aspirations. will this then make room for both of you to rekindle that lost flame?

F: apple pie and you and i by @honeyhenry jake realises how fortunate he is when he's surrounded by the people he loves most, his family.

F: reunions by @gigisimsonmars you and jake haven't been together long and a pregnancy scare creates uncertainty about your relationship.

F + A: beach day by @harvestleaves jake's main concern will always be his girl, even if it meant skipping out on showing rooster up at dogfight football.

S + A: stay by @sere-sins jake never spent the night, but you needed him. so he'll stay, even if it's just for today.

A: pink light by @sushiwriterhere jake seresin, in all his blonde haired glory, had you wrapped around his finger. you loved him like the earth loved the moon. he didn't.

A: past the texas line by @allbark-no-bite jake will do anything for you, there is no line he wouldn't cross.

F: let me walk you home by @fireinmoonshot jake thought that tonight was finally the night that he would make a move on you. much to his dismay, you were preoccupied the whole night. he settles on walking you home.

F + A: the worst best man by @youvebeenlivingfictional jake seresin was already an insufferable man. pit him as best man while you've the maid of honour for a wedding, you were sure to be on the verge of pulling your hair out.

F + A: hung the galaxy by @creativeashproductions the last time you stepped foot in the city of angels, you had become a runaway bride. this time, you’re happily together with a fiancé you love dearly.

F + A: would that i by @uselsshuman jake, the ever loving partner, will always be there to clean up your accidents, no matter how big or small.

F + A: the olive theory by @eternalsams on every person’s 24th birthday, they will receive an envelope detailing who their soulmate is. you’re disheartened when the contents of the letter doesn’t describe jake.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F + A: i don’t know, blame the air force? by @gretagerwigsmuse you are hopeful in getting your end of year bonus, only to find out a big chunk of it was going to the defence budget. it didn't help that you were dating a military man.

F + A: days like this by @sometimesanalice when you've had a terrible day, bradley is there to cheer you up

F: a little bit of courage by @callsignmeiga you and bradley have reached the point in your relationship where he's ready for you to meet his found family.

F: all of the girls you loved before by @wannabeschyulersister all of the girls rooster's loved before made him the one you've fallen for.

F + A: do you want me? by @ash5monster01 rooster assures you that he wants you as much as you want him.

F: sweet encounters + sweet tooth by @junkdrawerfics rooster's first time meeting you was with payback drunkenly stumbling into your bakery, screaming for your croissants.

F + A: bad idea by @sometimesanalice rooster sees the girl that had dumped him at the hard deck, flirting with someone who definitely did not deserve her.

F + A: just roommates by @risriswrites you and rooster were just roommates, till you weren't.

F + A: rescue me by @beccaanne814 bradley is left haunted by the events of the uranium mission and seeks comfort in the one person who can give it to him.

F + A: ruffling feathers by @helloheyhihowdyheya yours and rooster's feud didn't just exist in the air.

F + S: baby come close by @bradshawsweetheart you trust bradley with all your heart, deciding that you are ready to take your relationship to another level.

F + A: pick your battles 𖥻 by @intoanotherworld23 your relationship with bradley ended on a bad note, cruel words were spat and feelings were hurt. you're both called back to topgun for a suicide mission and tensions arise.

F: baby on my left, wife on my right by @popcornlover wanting to be carried from the car into the house, you and your daughter pretend to be asleep

F: stuck on you by @teowritesthings bradley gives you the sweetest morning surprise.

BOB 'ROBERT' FLOYD

F + A: my girl by @rlphunter phoenix sets you up on a date, not knowing that you are secretly dating her backseater.

F: fix it by @lovingperfectionsblog bob was not good with women. he also should have known better than to seek advice from womaniser, jake seresin.

F: you gift bob flowers by @peachystenbrough

F: wicked game by @icegirl03 you and bob slow dance in the living room

F: baby, i'm yours by @superhornetbaby bob dials up the endearment when he's drunk

MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA

F: 512 by @bonitanightmxres you've always thought that the guy living in apartment 512 was cute. you finally gather the courage to ask him out.

[boozles]

QL Grievances 2024 Part Two: The Bad Stuff

So, I posted the Good Stuff that I liked earlier, now it's time for tthe Bad Stuff. However, I would like to preface this by saying that these are just my opinions, okay? If you see me disliking something that you loved, it isn't an attack on you - we're all pals here <3

The Most Ableist Ending Ever: Last Twilight

This was such a fantastic series and really made me enjoy JimmySea...but then they just went and ruined all the growth and progression by returning Day's sight. I totally get it was meant to be a happy ending etc. but it was so unrealistic and rather classist as well as ableist. It was such a disappointment, and every time I see the show win an award I can't help but feel like it doesn't completely deserve it.

Biggest Let Down Of An Ending: The Sign

I was OBSESSED with this show as it was airing. I loved it so much, but then the last episode just phoned it in. After a lifetime of stalking Tharn, the Doc just let's him go a year later? There was also not nearly enough scenes with the Nagas. I am thankful that this series brought us BillyBabe, and it was a fantastic show up until the finale.

Worst (Fake) Tattoos In A Seres: Kant, The Heart Killers

You have absolutely no idea how much I hate these tattoos. Okay, I'm not a tattoo experct, but I have been getting tattoos for 20+ years now and I have a pretty decent collection on my body. Kant's tattoos are startingly fake, and putting him in scenes with actors who actually have tattoos makes them look worse. You can see the shine of the transfer, you can see it rubbing off in places, and you can even see the sticky edges. IT'S HORRIBLE. It makes me so sad because First looks amazing in the series but I keep wishing he was in long sleeves because every time I look at those tattoos I get irrationally angry. Like, why are they so bad? Look at Win from Between Us - his tattoos look great! And even Joke from Jack and Joker's look pretty decent (albeit a little I Got These From A Lucky Bag). AND THEN THERE'S THE DESIGNS THEY'VE PICKED. Like, the blocked lines that don't wrap around the limb - WHY? And they all look so similar? Like, was there a sale on transfer packs? The only one that looks half decent is the one on his back. I'm sorry, but I just. I just HATE them so much. So. Fucking. Much.

Worst Change To An Existing Character: Pai, Cherry Magic

Don't get me wrong, I love Pai and her fangirling ways, but I really wish they had kept her asexual. Or, at the very least, single; like, the point of her character (to me, anyway) always felt like it was her discovering she's fine on her own, she's a strong, independant woman. It would also have been good to just see someone enjoying their life and not needing romance. (Which, I guess she kinda had a little of, since it was Rock that pursued her and she was a bit nonchalant for most of it.)

Worst Acting In A Series: Dead Friend Forever

I had to quit the series half way through because the acting was just so bad. Okay, Ta, Barcode and Copper were fantastic, but everyone else was awful. The writing was pretty awful, too. Like, the premise was promising, and it would have made a great horror movie, but the series was too long and too bad. (I will say, however, Fuaiz and JJay really showed up for 4 Minutes and did so much better in that.)

Worst Adaption Of An Already Existing Series: Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan

Another series I had to drop because I was just not vibing. I'm supportive of the series existing but it was just not for me. The casting all feels wrong (other than Arashi, who was great), and having the story so condensed down felt wasted. Fuma and Kai just felt super weird and did not fit the characters, I don't think? LITA (Thai) wasn't perfect at all, but it most definitely is the superior series.

Worst Acceptance Of A Character's Bad Actions: Perfect 10 Liners

So, I am obsessed with this show but I am still pretty mad how everyone just kinda accepted that Arc was a racerboy and endangered lives? Like, the way it was all, "you hurt Arm, do you care now?" and like, it only took hurting someone in their group for Arc to stop speeding? That rubbed me the wrong way. Like, I know his friends kinda called him out, but they were also the ones who were like OH CAN YOU GIVE ARM A RIDE HOME (in the first episode) even though they knew what Arc was like.

And that's all from me for now! I actually feel like I complain too much, and again, all of this is just my thoughts and whinings; no hate to shows/characters/actors/creators!

[petertingle-yipyip]

WORLD CLASS SINNER- FRANK CASTLE

four - we’re not alike

three // five // masterlist

Pairing: frank x livia (exodus), billy x livia

Word Count: 4,350

Summary: A confrontation that was meant to end it all fails, but that tension snaps in an unexpected way, leaving two allies in a short standoff.

You didn’t blame Dinah for her obsession with taking down Billy. You were sure if he had shot you in the head and you survived that you’d have one hell of a bone to pick with him, too. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t hold grudges of your own. Daredevil, Fisk, Dreykov, Dex. But you never obsessed over any one man enough to lose sleep, to torment them day in and day out.

You tried to chalk it up to trauma but it was more than that. A vendetta at the very least. It made you worry but not enough for you to spring into action.

Curtis gave Frank the information he knew and sent him on his way to track down Billy Russo. You told him to call if he wanted or needed help. Until then, life would continue.

Billy Russo may have stopped Dinah’s world from spinning but you’d be damned if he got that power over you.

You spent the day doing one of the many things you’d neglected since you got back. You were unpacking your apartment. You washed and put away dishes, arranged the furniture in your living room, unpacked your decor, and organized your clothes. You went through your case and found the broken mask, chipped edges and stained lens. That mask had seen two of your more brutal fights in New York and you wanted to both frame it and burn it.

Frank and Curtis called you that night and asked you to come on their stakeout, something about a bar they knew Billy and his new crew frequented. At that point, most of your belongings were back in place and it was almost as if you had never left.

The nostalgic feeling didn’t last long, especially once you caught a glimpse of yourself. Your shorts left you with bare legs,  littered in scars varying from just faint discolorations even you hardly noticed to still raised lines across your skin or divots where your body just couldn’t replace it. You didn’t want to think of the marks across your back, chest, or stomach.

You didn’t go with them that night, but that didn’t stop them from reaching out the next day. No calls or words, just an address.

You dressed in fitted pants, high top shoes, and a black compression shirt. Your vest fit neatly over and you covered it all with a pullover. You slipped a knife under each sleeve and a gun at your back, mask in your pocket just in case, and left.

“…SERE course. Bad news is I took it too. It ain’t gonna work, not today.” Frank explained as you made your way inside the small apartment.

A man sat tied to a chair in the center of the living area while Frank stood on the opposite side of the room. After a few more words, Frank brought up Billy.

They spoke some more and you moved further into the small space. It was then when you noticed Dinah and Curtis on Frank’s other side. Subtly, you reached under your sleeves and pushed the blades up higher.

“I know who you are.” The man, Jake, told Frank.

“Do you know me?” You spoke, allowing your voice to change to the accented, slightly deeper tone Exodus used. “Or… Do you know what fear does to a person?”

You moved closer, gesturing as you spoke while the yellow fog collected across your palm.

“Fear, it can choke you. Freeze you. Enough of it can break you.” Your hand pushed forward and the fog acted accordingly, slithering around the man’s neck and creeping up his skin like a snake. “You know the expression about choking on fear? I can make it very real for you. One way or the other, Jake, every man has his limit… And I think yours isn’t as far as you want to believe.”

Frank put a hand on your arm and pulled you back a few steps. The calm contact was enough to snap your focus and your fog dissipated. Jake made a few smart mouth comments about Dinah and Curtis being there, mouthing off that you and Frank wouldn’t be so tough if he was untied. You scoffed and when Frank looked at you, you nodded.

He moved to cut the tape and you shook your arm to let a blade fall. You watched Dinah’s eyes drop to your hand before she met your gaze with an expression you didn’t quite understand. Before you could dig deeper, you heard the scrape of the chair.

You turned and saw Jake coming at you. He drove his knife towards you but you easily controlled his wrist and spun him back to face Frank. You kicked out a knee and he fell to the ground, just before Frank slammed his foot against the man’s chest. He doubled over and you moved in a slow circle, flipping your blade as you moved.

“Это тот парень, с которым бежит Билли?” You laughed slightly before you kicked the knife away from Jake’s reaching hand. “Как упали могущественные.” You clicked your tongue in disappointment. (This is the guy Billy runs with? How the mighty have fallen.)

You hauled Jake up by the back of his shirt and threw him over the small table. You grabbed a hand and flattened his palm against the table. You glanced over your shoulder and Frank nodded as he moved closer. You gripped the knife firmly and drove it through the back of Jake’s hand. You kept your grip on the knife handle, twisting it to add on to the pressure Frank was putting. Your head cocked as you watched the man’s eyes grow wide until Frank backed off. Dinah yelled for you both to stop and you yanked your blade out. You wiped the blade across Jake’s sleeve to clean it before Frank gently pushed you out to follow Dinah.

She nagged that you two were out of control, that you were going too far. You said nothing while Frank told her to walk away. He told her she couldn’t do it and she needed to let whatever would happen happen. You didn’t care to listen to what she said next.

You went back into the apartment and pulled Jake to his knees. You took your blade and pressed it against the soft skin of his jaw, balling up his shirt with the other. You trailed the tip along the bone and down his throat until it sat at the small vulnerability at the base, right where the collarbones met. You looked at him for a moment, seeing the fear in his eyes and you willed it higher. The tip of your blade broke skin and as the yellow covered his eyes, he broke.

“They’re hitting the ReadyQuick check-cashing spot.” He confessed and you withdrew your blade while he spilled the information like a broken faucet.

You hummed to yourself in satisfaction and concealed your blade.You pushed yourself to stand and led your group out once you had enough.

“Wait. I can’t let you do this.” Dinah tried and you tilted your head up and muttered to the sky.

“Not asking for permission.” Frank shot back and opened the car door for you.

“I felt bad. I did, okay? Everything that was done to you.” She continued and you leaned on the open door with raised brows. “So I swallowed a mountain of shit because I felt like I owed you. But I owe myself, too.”

She came closer but you put yourself in front of her.

“When I met him, I felt I owed him, too.” You said pointedly, head nodding as you spoke. “I tried to help him, too, and it blew up my goddamn law firm.”

“Get out of my way, Yersova.”

“No.” You laughed.

“I took an oath.”

“Yeah? So did I. A few, actually. You wanna know what oaths get you? Knives in your stomach, bullets in your wrists, men cutting into your body to place trackers or remove your reproductive system or initiate pheromone blockers.”

Every example was another step closer, backing her up a good distance.

“The only oath I ever took that was worth a damn was the one to myself… And maybe to Daredevil.”

“I’m calling Mahoney. Let him take Billy down.” She continued and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Frank, you need to get out of New York before they come looking for you.”

“Do what you need to do, Madani.” Frank said flatly. “You coming, Princess?”

“The law didn’t stop Wilson Fisk. Daredevil and I did. It didn’t stop the Punisher. No one did. It didn’t stop Ben Poindexter or Billy Russo or the Yakuza or the Russians. I did… It won’t stop him now either.”

You backed away as Dinah scrambled for a response. You shrugged slightly and climbed into the backseat.

Thanks to your little disagreement of morality with Dinah, the three of you missed the caravan leaving the warehouse. Meaning you had to take it to the ReadyQuick if you wanted to get him. And you’d have to dawn the mask.

You slid it into place on the drive over and pulled your hair out of your face. You tapped the side and it hummed to life, small icons and messages flashing quickly before regulating the usual idle display. You pulled your sweater over your head and you reached for your wrists instinctively but the joints were bare.

You left your Bites.

You sighed to yourself and shook your head in annoyance. You tucked your blades between your pants and your belt. You tightened the strap of your vest and focused back on the drive when you realized you were pulled over.

Frank and Curtis went back and forth quickly but it was ultimately decided Curtis would stay.

“I’ll look after him.” You promised before you got

out. “And if she ends up going to Madani, call Matt Murdock. Tell him I sent you.”

Frank revealed himself first while you were crouched behind one of the parked cars and there was something from Billy’s that wasn’t there last time you spoke to him. There was an edge, an uncertainty that bordered insanity. You knew that you cultivated an aura of unpredictability as Exodus, but what you could hear and feel from Billy was the only thing you thought could ever compare.

The thought sent a chill down your spine, a twitch at your scarred wrist.

You groaned to yourself in frustration and grabbed the joint firmly, allowing your own anger to soak your palm and you let it sit on the scar. You forced the heat to burn out the twitch and instead, the anger took its place. Anger that he had the audacity to live after what he’d done. Anger that he had left a permanent mark on your body. Anger that he didn’t know who you were or what you were.

Death was your shadow, ghosts and wraiths were your teachers. And Billy Russo would do good to remember that about you, if nothing else.

You came into view when the gunfire rang out, despite Frank trying to pull you out of the way. You maintained eye contact with Billy, and lucky for you, his men were more worried about the Punisher. You palmed a blade when a bullet whizzed past your head, causing your attention to snap upwards. You saw the sniper on the roof and your lip curled into a slight snarl.

You couldn’t hit him with your blade. The height of the building left too much time for him to dodge your blade, no matter how hard you threw it. You could shoot out the scope, maybe take his eye out with it, but he had a perfect shot at you. He’d likely clip you before you could get your gun out.

“We gotta move, Ex!” Frank yelled and it pulled you back into the fight. You heard tires screeching and turned to see Frank climbing into a car.

You jumped in the passenger side and the chase began. You had to duck and evade the sniper’s bullets coming through the window, once having to reach over and push Frank down. Rounding a corner led you straight into Billy’s gunfire and you had to drop to the footwell. You rattled around as the car crashed and you felt a hand on your shoulder. Frank looked at you with wide, worried eyes as Billy was yelling something.

“I’m fine.” You said sharply and pushed yourself up to climb into the backseat.

You opened the rear driver side door and climbed out, now feeling a growing ache in your ribs. You scooted further down to allow Frank to follow you out. The sounds of sirens filled the silence before Billy spoke again.

“Did you do this to me?” He yelled, seemingly more confident in the idea.

“You’re goddamn right I did!” Frank yelled back and you slipped around the car. Your pistol was gripped in your hand as you maneuvered the crashed vehicles and kept your body low to avoid the next round of automatic gun fire.

The incoming sirens grew louder and it felt like the timer was ticking down at the same time. You were able to get behind Billy and you had to act quickly if you wanted the chance before the NYPD got too close.

Move, Exodus. You thought. If you don’t, you’ll miss your chance.

The incoming officers served as a perfect distraction.

You forced yourself to vault over the hood of the car you were crouched behind. You landed softly, soundlessly even, and reached out. You yanked Billy back by the hood of his jacket and his bullets immediately ceased.

You threw your arm around his neck and pressed your gun under his chin.

“Скучаешь по мне?” You said lowly in his ear. (Miss me?) “You should’ve died.”

“Should’ve done it yourself then.” He growled back and grabbed your arm.

He pulled you over his shoulder and your back hit the ground. He quickly put a knee on your chest and reached for the gun in your hand. You searched for the foot he had against the ground and slammed your elbow against the ankle. His foot skidded and he was thrown off balance so you could roll away.

You planted one foot on the ground and turned to slam the opposing heel into his kidney and he fell to his face. You rolled him to his back and used your knees to pin his arms down at the shoulders. Your gun had fallen away so you pulled a blade instead.

“Say my name.” You ordered, accent dripping off the simple syllables.

He stared at you with no fear. Either he didn’t care if he died or he didn’t believe you’d do it.

“Say it!” You commanded again, your anger heating the knife in your hand. 

“You’re just a Mask.” He taunted and your lip curled. “Without it, you’re nothing.”

“Without it, I owned you all the same.” You spoke plainly.

You raised your knife overhead, pushing his head to the side with the other hand, when the bullet grazed. The knife clattered from your hand and the metallic sting burned a line against the back of your hand. You clutched the injury and turned quickly to find the shooter. An NYPD officer. If it wasn’t just a man doing his job, you would’ve fired back.

The second your attention shifted, Billy threw you off and ran. You collected your discarded weapons quickly and saw Frank motioning for you to follow.

A new car had arrived and the driver dragged Billy away. You slammed a hand against the ground before you ran after Frank. He waited for you a few blocks over and took off again once he saw you’d match his stride.

You dared one look over your shoulder and saw Mahoney a few paces behind you.

You rolled your eyes slightly and faced forward. You knew Mahoney was a good guy but you wished he’d chase someone else for once.

You and Frank ended up cornered in an alley. Before you could get the lock off, Mahoney had found you.

“Drop the gun, Frank.” He ordered and you kept your back to him. “Drop your weapons, too, Exodus.”

You felt Frank tap your arm in reassurance so you lifted your already empty hands. You looked over and saw Frank was moving closer to Mahoney and you followed suit. He fell to his knees as Brett ordered and you did the same.

“Been a while from either of you.” Brett said carefully. His gun never wavered.

“Nothing big enough after Fisk.” You answered, intently letting your accent coat your words.

“Explains the downgrade in outfits.”

Your neutral expression shifted to a glare at the comment.

“How is his little Bullseye, by the way? Shattered spine is no joke. Shame he still lives.”

“I thought you only come out when Daredevil’s around.”

“He’s not my keeper:”

“Yeah.” He scoffed slightly. “Didn’t think you had one.”

You shrugged as a bullet hit the wall behind Brett. Your eyes darted over and saw Curtis with a rifle. You quickly pieced together that he had taken out the sniper from the rooftop. You nodded in thanks and stood carefully, allowing the boys to talk.

“Сожалею об этом.” You said with a sharp nod. (Sorry about this.)

When Brett looked your way, you threw a hard roundhouse that sent him slamming into the dumpster behind him before collapsing to the ground. You grabbed Frank’s hand and you two took off behind Curtis.

As you were leaving, you felt the wave of emotions coming for you. It was from the direction of the warehouse you had checked before going after Billy. He was remembering that night in better detail. He was remembering you and Frank. You liked that he was tore up about it. You wanted to make that worse, to drive him insane, but two things stopped you.

One, he was too far. Your influence likely wouldn’t reach or it would impact someone else. Two, you didn’t know exactly how he’d react if you truly broke him. It made you think of what happened to Dex, the way he attacked you and Matt at the church, the knife - your knife - burying itself to the hilt in your stomach.

No, you weren’t convinced you’d survive that again.

So you sat in the backseat of Curtis’ car and took off your mask. You hid your vest under your sweater and simply looked in the direction of the waves while your hand sat on the scar on your stomach. The burn seemed to shift to the back of your hand and you finally turned focus to the bullet graze against the bony area.

You brought your hand closer to your face and examined it. You took a deep breath and willed it to hurt. You forced that emotion nagging at the back of your mind to move across your skin and mend the shallow wound. It caused you to clench your jaw as you saw the imaginary bubble of pain sitting on the back of your hand, waiting for its job.

For a moment, you let it hurt.

Then you clamped your other hand down on top and popped the imaginary bubble. The skin under it was warm but the wound had healed. Now it was just another scar.

When Curtis got you and Frank back to the trailer, you stepped out first. You put yourself in front and whistled the two notes you had taught Amy. You waited a second but got no reply. The potential made your stomach drop but you pulled a blade either way.

You tried your whistle again and were met with another silence. With worried eyes, you looked to Frank.

“Kid!” He tried. “It’s Frank!”

Silence.

“Kid!” 

Frank turned to you and you simply shrugged. Both of you had given your indicators and yet there was no response. You glanced around and saw no footprints. No tire marks. There was no blood or bullet holes or any signs of struggle. Has she gone that easily?

“Open it.” You said lowly, letting the blade flip over your knuckles to face the other way.

Frank gave a quick nod and opened the door. He stepped in first and you were right behind him. Your brows furrowed as worry gnawed at your stomach. You gripped your blade tighter just as a tennis ball came over yours and Frank’s shoulders.

You turned and lifted the other hand defensively. The figure went for Frank first and when he flipped the attacker over his shoulder, you realized it was Amy. You dropped your knife instantly and then regretted it.

“What are you doing?” Frank yelled as he kneeled over her. “You out of your mind?”

“Get off of her!” You shouted.

“You think it’s a game?” He ignored you. “How about now?” He put his gun against her jaw.

Suddenly, for a split second, you were a scared little kid again. You were training in the Red Room. One of your teachers, a man with a cold hand and an empty look in his eyes, had his cold hand around your throat while he slammed you to the ground. 

At that, something inside you snapped.

You reached forward and grabbed his arm. You twisted it towards you and pulled his hand towards the floor. You leaned into it and swung your legs, letting your knees collide with his chest. The move took you both to the ground and you heard the small whimpers as Amy clambered away in a panic. Vaguely, you heard Curtis’ voice either trying to console Amy or get you two to stop.

Frank tried to shove you off but you kept a firm hold of his jacket. His other hand grabbed at the back of your sweater and he rolled you two so he would pin you down. You shoved a knee between your bodies as the position changed and flattened the other foot against the floor. You kicked off the ground and then extended the knee to flip Frank over your head and you followed suit.

He landed with a heavy thud and you pulled your second blade. You yanked the excess fabric of his jacket and slammed the knife through it and into the floor. You knew it wouldn’t hold long, but it was enough for you to get to your feet and hurry to Amy’s side.

The girl was practically vibrating with panic and you felt it jolt through your own bones as she threw herself into your arms. You dropped all your walls and let her panic seep into you. She cried against you and you said nothing, just gently rubbed her back while you glared at Frank.

He angrily stared back with your knife in one hand and his gun in the other. You were hyper aware of your own handgun waiting at your back.

“She’s gonna get herself killed.” He said lowly.

“She shouldn’t have to worry about it from you.” You shot back, wrapping your arms around Amy a bit tighter. “What the hell were you thinking?” 

“Don’t give me that shit. You see how close I came to killing her?” He fired one shot into the wall and Amy flinched. “That’s her head all over that wall.”

“Enough.” You said sharply.

Another shot. “Just like that!”

Amy yelped but the sound was muffled by your sweater.

“I was just-“ She hiccuped. “I was just practicing the move you showed me!”

“Bullshit!” Frank continued. “Bullshit! Quit your goddamn crying!”

You moved Amy behind you and reached your hand to rest on your gun. Neither you or Frank backed down. He threw your knife at your feet and you planted your foot on top of it. You knew your other discarded blade was somewhere between the two of you, but looking away to find it wasn’t an option. Not when Frank seemed so erratic.

“She’s. A. Kid.” You said firmly. “You can’t talk to her like that. You can’t treat her like that.”

“This isn’t a goddamn game, Livia.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“She needs to know that. We make mistakes and people die. They die!”

“I know!” You shouted. Elektra, Sam Stein, Father Lantom, Matt - or so you thought, at least - other Widows you grew up with.

“A man died today because I dropped the ball, and you did too.”

You scoffed. “Some dickhead guy running with Billy. Is that supposed to make me feel bad?” You offered a mock pout.

“She needs to know she could wind up dead.”

“You pinning her down and pointing a gun at her isn’t going to teach her that.” You continued and Frank rolled his eyes.

You gently removed Amy’s hand from your sweater and took a couple steps forward. You made sure you slid the knife further behind you as you did so.

“You try that again, and my knife won’t go through your jacket.” You warned quietly. “Get your fucking head on straight or I do this without you.”

“You think you’re that goddamn tough, huh?” He asked in the same low tone, standing toe to toe with you.

“If that cop didn’t graze me, it would’ve been over already. I’m not afraid of Billy or the man from Ohio. And I’m damn sure not afraid of you. I don’t think you really want to see what it looks like from the other side when I go after someone.”

Frank shoved past you and went outside. Curtis was right behind while the two bickered about the keys. You collected your second knife and went after them.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Amy panicked and grabbed your hand. “You’re coming back, right?”

“I promise.” You nodded. “Just stay here and don’t do anything stupid. Call me if something happens and remember that shotgun.”

She nodded vigorously as the tears welled in her eyes. You patted her cheek and shut the door behind yourself.

[beyondthevisiblebackground]

God, created the universe. With His voice He created all that exists: the birds of the sky, the beasts of the earth, the sea creatures, the flowers, the trees, the fruits, the stars and... human beings.

Absolutely everything was made by Him. Being the Creator, He had a specific purpose in everything He made. We can see that everything was created in order, for a certain reason, and in a perfect way, everything is good in a great way.

Dios, creó el universo. Con Su voz creó todo lo que existe: las aves del cielo, las bestias de la tierra, las criaturas marinas, las flores, los árboles, las frutas, las estrellas y... Los seres humanos.

Absolutamente todo fue hecho por Él. Tuvo un propósito específico en cada cosa que hizo. Podemos ver que todo fue creado en orden, por una razón determinada, y de una manera perfecta, todo es bueno en gran manera.

One of the biggest drawbacks in life is that we grow up with the idea of discovering who we are based on the standards society has given us. A society is based on the standards and norms we have created for ourselves to live by. For a long time, society has told us what is acceptable to them and what is not. It has given us standards of beauty, success and perfection, manipulating in this way, the genuine purpose of our life. Trying to take man away from the Creator to invite us to "discover" life as if there was not someone superior who put us in this place.

Society has been a toy that the enemy of our souls has used to confuse and distract us from the Truth.

It's necessary to understand that just like fashion, politics and conflicts in the world, society is changing and adapting, it is in constant movement but has no stability because it is dependent on the human beings that make it up. Under these terms we will never understand our identity.

Society is something created by man but it is not what created man. So why do we give it the power to tell us who we are?

Uno de los mayores inconvenientes en la vida, es que crecemos con la idea de descubrir quiénes somos basados en los estándares que nos ha dado la sociedad. Una sociedad se basa en los estándares y normas que hemos creado para vivir. Durante mucho tiempo, la sociedad nos ha dicho lo que para ellos es aceptable y lo que no. Nos ha dado estándares de belleza, éxito y perfección, manipulando de ésta manera el propósito genuino de nuestra vida. Tratando de alejar al hombre del Creador para invitarnos a "descubrir" la vida tal como si no hubiera alguien superior que nos puso en éste lugar.

La sociedad ha sido un juguete que el enemigo de nuestras almas ha utilizado para confundirnos y distraernos de la Verdad.

Es necesario entender que al igual que la moda, la política y los conflictos en el mundo, la sociedad va cambiando y adaptándose, está en constante movimiento pero no tiene estabilidad porque es dependiente de los seres humanos que la conforman. Bajos esos términos jamás entenderemos nuestra identidad.

La sociedad es algo creado por el hombre pero no es lo que creó al hombre. Entonces, ¿Por qué le damos el poder para decirnos quiénes somos?

[dr-futbol-blog]

Condemned, Pt. 6

After McKay has been led out of the shack where the others are tied up, they are left alone by their captors. With the watchful eyes of the hostiles averted, they are all now struggling against their restraints, and Sheppard's grunt lets us know that he is putting everything he has into trying to break loose. Not knowing what has happened to McKay or is happening to him right now is the second worst thing that he knows.

Sheppard: Anyone having any luck? Dex: Not yet. Teyla: These bindings are very secure. Sheppard: Well, leave it to convicts to know the best way to tie people up.

It is unclear how being a convict, being on the receiving end of having one's freedom of movement restricted, would make one an expert in figuring out new and inventive ways of restraining people but he may mean that it is often easier to see things from the inside than it is from the outside. Experiencing something at the hands of another gives you insight into their character, into how they think.

Sheppard does not seem to be the only one who feels an overwhelming need to free himself, however. Ronon, having been captured and restrained by the wraith, is very likely exhibiting some level of PTSD, and Sheppard is starting to suspect that his rage may be dimming his reason. He does not know Ronon nearly well enough to be able to predict what the man would do if he were to get free but Sheppard does realize that for all their sake, he has to talk him down.

Dex: Well, eventually I will get free and when I do, he's gonna pay for this. Sheppard: Now listen to me. When you get free, you get us free and we all get out of here. Let ‘em find out we're gone after we're gone. Dex: You expect me to let them get away with this? Sheppard: The operative words are “get away”. Dex: After I kill them. Sheppard: That type of thinking will get us killed.

Sheppard is not a stranger to rage but he has training that the young soldier does not. Sheppard has very likely received SERE training for situations just such as this, and he is actually trying to educate Ronon with some of the tenets of the training here ("evasion, resistance, and escape"), meant to prepare the soldier for hardship, stress, abuse, torture, interrogation, indoctrination and exploitation. This situation is something that his training has specifically prepared him for, as the Air Force has training modules in precisely the kind of situation they find themselves in. What complicates the situation for him is McKay and the fact that every moment that passes when he doesn't know where McKay is makes his throat constrict a little more, makes his breathing a little bit more laboured. No survival course he ever took prepared him for what to do in the case that the person you quite literally love more than life is with you when you are captured. Sheppard warns Ronon that acting rashly might get them killed but what he is really worried about is that McKay would somehow end up paying for what ever rampage the big guy might go on.

It seems that in his frustration, Ronon is willing to lash out at anyone in his vicinity but at the same time, he makes an interesting observation:

Dex: Well, if you had returned fire... Sheppard: The weapons systems were damaged. Dex: If you say so. Sheppard: I do say so, and right now I'm saying knock it off.

For some reason, Sheppard gets mighty defensive here. This is clearly a conversation he does not want to have and he doesn't want Ronon to even be thinking about it. Yes, the weapons systems probably were damaged. The controls of the jumper did stop working at some point. He did lose control of it and seemed unable to stop them from going down. But this seems to be something that he very much does not want to discuss further and it invites us to ask whether he knows what happened with the jumper or whether he has since been able to put two and two together given that he, having taken not one but four looks at McKay to make sure he was alright after the crash, was aware that McKay had survived the crash almost unscathed. The malfunctioning of the weapons system may well have been caused by the jumper rerouting resources to make sure that the prime directive of his heart was fulfilled.

The thing is, this should not have happened. The jumpers have survived heavier fire than they took here, they have shields that can withstand the vacuum of space. It could be that the prisoners managed to take the luckiest shot in history but it is also possible that somehow he had made this happen subconsciously, and that was a concerning thought. But Sheppard did not want to think about it further and he damn well did not want Ronon to be thinking about it either.

Dex: Is that an order, Sheppard? Sheppard: I am beat up, tied up, and couldn't order a pizza right now if I wanted to. But if you need it to be, yeah -- it's an order. Dex: OK.

Sheppard is bitterly amused by Ronon's question. He does not feel comfortable giving orders on the best of days and thinking he is in any condition to order anyone around now that he is even more helpless than an infant is absurd. But then the fact that he seems to make it an order (he was being sarcastic, not actually giving Ronon an order) appears to soothe the raging giant and Sheppard is completely blindsided by this. He has had trouble with authority his entire life and has always taken orders more as suggestions that he is free to ignore if they go against his better judgement. Orders are what people who are often working from limited information think the best course of actions is, and if he thinks that he knows better than they do, it is only logical he should want to do things his way. He has disobeyed direct orders more than once but even more often than that he has evaded them, bent them, followed the letter of the law rather than the intention or simply ignored them.

And because he feels this way about orders, Sheppard also feels preposterous giving them out. He does not seem to realize that some people might actually prefer them. Some people might even need them. The military is a hierarchical structure meant to contain immense destructive forces, and sometimes giving and receiving orders are matters of safety and security. For a man that has been alone and on the run for seven years with only his instinct telling him what to do next, having someone that would have his best interest at heart giving him structure via orders is something that Ronon has sorely needed in his life. He has been responsible for himself for so long that it is comforting to give that responsibility over to another, if only for a while.

Also, while it may be a stretch to claim that the way Sheppard pronounces the word "pizza" betrays his social background, there is something decidedly odd about it. Like maybe he hasn't ordered that many pizzas in his life. Not that either Ronon or Teyla would know what a pizza is. McKay is not there to appreciate his quip and that just makes him think about how he might be doing all over again.

Outside, a group of people have apparently gathered to listen to the McKay show, now in progress. McKay is not shy about letting the prisoners and their leader know what he thinks about them and the task he has been given.

McKay: There is no power getting to any of these controls, you understand? Look, nothing! Torrell: Why not? McKay: Let me go out on a limb here and say that maybe it had something to do with the crash? Which of course begs the question: how the hell did you get your hands on explosives? Torrell: Eldon made them. He fashioned a composite out of minerals and materials he found around the island. Crude, yes, but effective. We shot you down, didn't we? McKay: Eldon. Who's Eldon?

Even though McKay is not trying to get information out of the leader of the prisoners (he is gathering intel, to be sure, but he does not appear to have any plan of milking the man for information), he manages to do it more effectively than Sheppard had. It may be his lack of guile that makes their leader almost confide in him. While he mentioned his friends having told him that he has a remarkable talent for persuasion earlier, it is unlikely this man has a lot of friends. The society they have forged on the island seems to be an every man for himself kind of a deal, real Lord of the Flies type stuff. Being the leader, this man is either the strongest, most skilled, most savage, or the most cunning of the prisoners -- or some combination thereof.

The scene of them standing inside the confined space the jumper is intimate and somehow strangely erotic, with McKay in his t-shirt and the leader of the prisoners leaning his back on the wall as he watches McKay move around the cockpit. He said earlier that he thought McKay was a smart man, and it seems like his assessment was based on the fact that it was McKay helping Ronon that he was watching most keenly the first time they were under fire. However, this intimacy lasts only until one of his men, Eldon, comes along and he retakes the role of the savage leader. McKay seems confused by Eldon who is small and timid, probably wondering how it is that he has survived on this island:

Eldon: That would be me. McKay: You're a prisoner? Eldon: I was accused of killing someone... Torrell: He's a scientist. Eldon: ...but it was a case of mistaken identity. Torrell: Tell you what, Eldon, you can tell him your whole life story. Just help him fix the ship. McKay: Look, I don't know what you expect me to do. I don't have any of the proper diagnostic tools, not to mention the fact that--

While it does not seem like McKay is afraid, he is clearly not alright. He seems world-weary and apathetic. This clear detachment may once more be an example of him dissociating. He is as helpless to save Sheppard as Sheppard is to protect him, and in order to keep this from overwhelming him it seems like McKay has, perhaps not even as a conscious action, severed his connection to his emotions. McKay is in a world of hurt and not all of it is even necessarily resulting from their current situation. This is just the latest in a long line of situations where he has lost every semblance of control, helpless to affect change anywhere, unable to fix anything and failing to save anyone. And because wallowing in those feelings is not conducive to survival, he is cut off from them for the time being.

The leader of the prisoners cuts him off with a gesture indicating that he is tired of listening to McKay talk which stings because this man is not the only one that has communicated this to him recently. And Sheppard telling him to be quiet during the events of The Intruder (S02E02) had hurt most of all because while he could convince himself that he didn't mind if other people didn't care about what he had to say, if other people didn't want to listen to him, but when Sheppard even implied it, it hurt on a whole other level. And even today, Sheppard had not wanted to talk about the death penalty with him, had not responded to any of the things he had said in order to engage him in conversation, which just made him feel lonely.

While McKay has no intention of needlessly provoking this man that is clearly a sociopath of some kind, McKay does face him head on and meets his gaze firmly. Compared to Eldon, the scientist working for him, McKay must seem very courageous indeed. He also reacts to the threat on his own life by merely blinking because that is not the thing that frightens him and he suddenly realized that he does not want this man to know what does. But that is precisely what he has done.

Torrell: You'll figure it out. McKay: And if I don't? Torrell: Well, I could kill you. But you strike me as the type of man who, despite being weak and cowardly on the outside, harbours a strength of character he doesn't even know he has. McKay: I'm sorry, was there a compliment in there? Torrell: See, the way to motivate a man like you, Mr McKay, is not to threaten your life; it's to threaten the lives of your friends. That's right. Fix the ship, otherwise they start dying, one after another, until you change your mind, or until they're all dead. I don't care.

What is important here is that their leader actually explicates the strategy that was used by Acastus Kolya previously. It was never his intention to kill McKay because McKay is necessary. Weir was infinitely more expendable to Kolya than he was. The threat here is the same as that from Kolya in The Brotherhood (S01E16), either he figures something out or the people with him start dying one by one. The main difference is that Kolya knew perfectly well what Sheppard meant to him, he was able to use both of them as a lever against the other.

Despite his apparent intelligence and keen observation of them, this man never seems to figure out the same abut them, which does again witness to the fact that something between McKay and Sheppard has changed. Strangers used to be able to tell that they meant something to each other from very brief observation where they now do not reach this conclusion as easily, and it is not because they have learned to disguise it better. But at the same time, his experiences with Kolya have prepared McKay for this. This is not his first rodeo, this is not his first sociopath that he has to work around in order to save the people he cares about. While he may not be an expert in reading people and certainly does not have Sheppard's experience in manipulating and managing people, this he knows how to do.

What their leader tells him here is interesting. This is often seen as a hammy line, an example of poor writing. Show, don't tell. Only, they showed us his keen observation of McKay earlier, and his assessment here is based on that. And he is not saying this just to tell McKay things about himself, he is not saying this to tell us as the audience something about McKay's character that we haven't figured out. What he says was pretty much obvious to the audience by Hide and Seek (S0103). He is saying this to McKay to let him know that he has his number, that despite being the King of Alcatraz he is not a stupid man. McKay won't be able to use his intellect to beat him--bringing his scientist, Eldon, along was similarly meant to drive home that fact. He may not have scientific knowledge but he has cunning, and his cunning is sufficient to get people to do what he wants. He is telling McKay that he sees through him, that he knows McKay had every intention of sabotaging his own work even if he could fix the vessel just to keep him from getting his hands on it, and that he is ruthless enough and wants this so badly that he will find the lever to get him to do what he likes.

But another reason for this little exchange is that this episode is referencing Star Wars. I'll discuss this in more detail as Chewbacca is explicitly name-dropped later but to quickly throw it out there, McKay is playing the part of Luke Skywalker here (actually, in this episode he seems to contain aspects of both Luke and Leia). Luke was a simple country boy who seemed weak, whiny and cowardly at the start of the journey but who we later discover to harbour this strength of character he doesn't even know that he has. Luke was also fair-haired which Sheppard referenced in calling McKay Goldilocks earlier. The way the man describes McKay here fits Luke Skywalker to a T. For some reason, they seem to want to portray McKay as similar to Luke here. But that's not the important part.

The important part is that this scene calls back to the well-known scene in the Emperor's throne room in Return of the Jedi where the Emperor is trying to manipulate Luke, to get him to join the Dark Side. To join his cause. He doesn't threaten Luke because Luke had walked before him willingly in chains. He threatens his friends, and that is the correct lever to pull. And it is finally threatening his sister that causes Luke to lose control. His feelings betray him, and all seems lost. Here, the leader of the prisoners had personally witnessed both the fact that McKay appears to be weak and cowardly and the fact that he is made of much stronger stuff when the chips come down. What he does not know is that there is more than a friend, someone closer even than a sister, waiting for him back in the shack that this man has now threatened. And that McKay would do anything to keep the love of his life safe.

Continued in Pt. 7

[fandhate]

Is there anyone else here?

I don't understand the sudden hatred for zorobin in the past couple years. When I came to Tumblr in 2010s zorobin is thriving and nobody judge you whatever ship you ship. But now why is it suddenly a problem if I ship zorobin? I ship them because they are hot and beautiful. They make a good looking pairing. Got a problem with that?

Twitter isn't exactly a safe place neither is Tumblr lol. Because all the unrelated posts about zorobin apparently floods the god damn tag. Even the hate post too.

ZS kebanyakan jadi ngeship FB gara-gara gak suka kalau character cewek yang paling sering diship sama zoro itu robin. Sama juga polanya kaya LN yang kebanyakan dari ZS juga. Mending kalau cuma ship tanpa ngejelekin. Seringnya mereka ngeyel juga.

[viniciusleal2121]

No mar pode existir muitos peixes, na vida humana não. Peixes da própria espécie não se atacam,se ajudam. Seres humanos atacam a própria espécie. O mundo é cheio de gente mas não é qualquer pessoa que vai me fazer bem do jeito que eu queria viver...

Eu não sou uma pessoa tão seletiva mas eu sei que não é qualquer pessoa que me faria bem na vida do jeito que eu queria viver,que estaria comigo.

There may be many fish in the sea, but not in human life. Fish of the same species do not attack each other, they help each other. Human beings attack their own species. The world is full of people, but not just anyone will make me feel good the way I want to live...

And I'm not such a selective person, nor do I feel so much to think that there are so many people who would stay with me.

[mysteriawrites]

(PETICIÓN DE HONKAI STAR RAIL)

Hola uun gusto soy angie duque, vi tu petición de una chica con un emparejamiento con arlan de honkai star rail y me preguntaba si podría hacer una, bueno te dejo mi descripción por si te interesa : soy una chica latina de piel muy blanca (una inseguridad), con pecas y cabello muy rubio, (la verdad no me gusta pares o pollito), soy muy cariñosa, servicial y me gusta hacer sentir amada a la gente, aunque tengo 20 años soy muy ingenua y eso me avergüenza aveces ya que soy blanco de burlas, mi personalidad es Infp, se mucho sobre cualquier tema aunque la verdad soy algo tímida sobre eso ya que pienso que pueden llamarme nerd, me encanta leer enciclopedias de lo que sea, también me gusta mucho cocinar para la gente y el dibujo, suelo ser muy maternal, y soy vasta te feroz si se trata de defender niños o seres queridos, otra inseguridad es que soy alta(1.79) y muchas veces, lo señalan mucho y me dicen algunas cosas hirientes como que no soy muy femenina al ser alta, otra cosa es que me pongo algo nerviosa cuando, cuando me presentan a alguien y tartamudeo mucho, también tengo (Tdah con un muy leve autismo) lo que me lleva a tener conductas algo raras para calmarme como: tener audífonos con ruido blanco, no tocar superficies muy lizas siento que caigo y eso me da pavor por lo que tengo que tener algo para aprentar en mis manos, o no puedo oler siertas cosa o olores fuertes porque me siento ahogada y desubicada,

no tengo un tipo ideal, solo un hombre que me quiera o que esté dispuesto a recibir amor. Gracias 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Sorry this is literally a year late.

GEPARD LANDOU!!!

You and Gepard are such a sweet and supportive couple. Always giving each other love and support.

You and Gepard met when you joined the silvermane guards. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen and he would get flustered and shy whenever he talked to you.

And since you were an equally shy person, whenever you too had any interaction you would become blushing stuttering messes. Your feelings for each other were obvious to anyone other than yourselves.

Eventually Serval got tired of seeing her brother beat around the bush to shoot his shot with you, so she and Pela hatched a plan to set you guys up.

They had you two meet at a very fancy Belaboh restaurant as sort of a blind date. Once you two locked eyes you two were awkward once again.

After a bunch of cute and awkward moments during the date, you guys started to relax and finally actually talk. And you got along like a house on fire.

This led to Gepard asking you out for real and sharing his feelings. You accepted and you guys have been the celebrity couple of the silvermane guards to this day.

Gepard is always impressed by your athleticism and will ask to train with you often. At first he would go easy on you, but then you whooped his ass so easily so now he gives ut his all when fighting you.

Even though he knows you can protect yourself, he can be a bit protective especially on operations. The last thing he ever wants to see is the people he cares about get hurt especially you.

He loves how you take time out of your day to help Pela teach the children about the history of Belabog. Seeing your maternal demeanor in full swing makes his heart flutter.

He loves to give you small gifts that remind him of you and take you on special dates like picnics and to see Serval’s band perform. It’s easier to express his love this way than with words.

He can get shy if you compliment him or show him physical affection, but he doesn’t hate it. When in public he prefers to keep the PDA to a minimum probably just hold hands. However in private he loves to cuddle your warm body.

He thinks your freckles are some of the cutest things about you. He likes to trace them like constellations and has memorized every single one and gives them all a kiss.

He also likes your height. Others may say it’s not feminine, but he thinks you long legs and the way you carry yourself is akin to that of a super model.

Overall Gepard is a very supportive boyfriend who will love you unconditionally.

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isha meeting jinx vs the girls meeting vander

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On my hands and knees crying and begging you to do Charles for the fluffy alphabet thing (if you feel like it, of course!)

Omg @hopeandmanymilestogo yes of course I'll do the fluffy alphabet for Charles!! 💕💕If anyone else would like to choose another letter or character the Fluffy Alphabet is here!!

A - Attractive (what about their partner do they like most?)

Charles finds strong independent human beings to be the sexiest people in the entire fucking world. They can balance a fucking checkbook by themselves? Instant hard on. No but seriously. He really loves when he doesn't need to worry about his partner's well being while he's working. Boy already has five whole adult man children to take care of and raise, he literally can not take on the responsibilities of another human right now. So if his partner is stable in their career, financially stable enough to handle themselves and not asking him for money he's literally turned on by them all the time.

B - Banter (How do they tease each other? Is it always friendly/flirtatious or does it turn nasty?)

While Charlie isn't usually one for teasing or witty banter he will occasionally pick on his partner whenever he's feeling especially in high spirits, or whenever he is wanting some alone time with his partner. He doesn't particularly mind if his partner teases him. As a matter of fact he kind of prefers it. It feels natural, maybe it's from the years of being pushed around and called names from Dethklok, but no one can say Charles doesn't love a dominant partner.

C - Cute (Cuddles, Handholding, Sweet Touches, Caresses, Sneaky Moves)

Charlie is not a man of PDA at all. He believes that it is dangerous in his profession and in reality it truly could be for his partner if the wrong people wanted to use them against him. He is a very powerful man after all. However that does not mean that he will never sneak his pinky around his lover's own when he meets them at the bar of a large social event he curated for Dethklok. That doesn't mean he wouldn't wrap his arm around their waist when he was certain it was only them and the boys left over after the party was over. That certainly doesn't mean that in the privacy of his office or home he wouldn't touch his partner so sweetly that it left goosebumps running down their spines. And that certainly doesn't mean that he wouldn't risk the occasional ass pinch around the boys on nights when they're all getting fucking sloppy.

D - Dates (What kind of dates do they like to take their partners on? Are they creative with their date ideas?)

Charles has learned over the years that IHOP and Denny's are not the most ideal places for repeat dates. Even when they are open almost around the clock and offer a wide array of food. So... he has delegated the date idea job to his partner for the most part. It's not that he never tried. He just always became too busy with work to make long standing plans or put elaborate dates into action, which isn't to say that he never did. It was simply rare, on special dates, Valentine's day and Anniversaries that he planned extravagant venues and dinners. So normal weekly dates sere left to his partner to choose how they spent their time, which always seemed to work for the two of them.

E - Eat (Do they have similar tastes in food or do they share food at the dinner table? I. E. Swapping the tomatoes on the burger for the pickles on their partner’s chicken sandwich)

This boy has a very refined pallet. That however does not mean that he will not eat whatever is on his plate. He has spent years with the pickiest band on the face of the earth. His plate was always the scap plate for the bits that Dethklok refused to eat. A stray pickle here, a tomato there, chicken skin here, greens on the corner. His plate was always overflowing. Charles ate whatever he was given with a sour face. He actually FUCKING DESPISED PICKLED FOOD. All of it. Sour kraut, pickles, pickled eggs, kimchi, Mostarda, all of it. He hated the taste of vinegar and fermentation. He would always give his partner his pickled foods if they wanted it but he fucking loved fresh cut tomatoes and would happily trade for any tomatoes on their plate.

F - Fire (What drives them the most in the relationship?)

Charles' motivation in the relationship is to protect them from the horrors of the world as long as he possibly can by doing whatever it possibly takes. Even if that means leaving them for an extended period time to keep them safe.

G - Generosity (How do they show their partner they care?)

For the first part of the relationship, Charles gifted his partner lavish gifts believing that physical affection was the only affection that would matter in the end. However as time went on he stopped buying the gifts and started making more time for them. Spending time in their shared bed for them time. Even if it wasn't physical actives they shared in and instead they just talked about life, work, or stress. He showed he was there. That he cared for them more than just a text.

H - Hot Head (Are they quick to anger? Are they spiteful in a fight? Will they say things they don’t mean just to piss their partner off? Or are they easy going?)

It takes a hell of a lot to piss Charlie off. But when he gets there he goes the fuck off. Charles bottles up so much that it just gets to a point where he can't hold it in anymore. And while he absolutely will spout off some shit he doesn't mean screaming the meanest and nastiest shit anyone can imagine. He never intends to hurt anyone with his words. After a few days of cooling down he will always apologize but fights like this always shake the relationship and make his partner question things.

I - Interest (What are some of the interests they may share?)

While Charles and his partner met at an opera Charles was more of a Broadway musical man himself. He loved to watch the performances and choreography intermingle to tell a story.

Surprisingly enough, Charles loved to go to sports games. ANY. It was a great way for him to expel some of his pent up emotions.

He also is extremely artistic and loves to make pottery. (Ghost style of course).

J- Jealousy (Are they the Jealous type? How would they act if they were?)

Charles doesn't get jealous (now) because he is extremely secure in his relationship. When it first started however he refused to bring his partner anywhere near Dethklok for five reasons. Nathan, Pickles, Toki, William, and especially Skwisgaar. He believed full heartedly they would be swept away by the charm of fame (or Skwisgaar's sexual prowess) and leave him in an instant. He never specifically told them what to do however he did manipulate them into believing that Dethklok were the worst type of humans and outed them for all their worst behavior.

K- Kids (Do they want kids?)

No. Not at all. He has five adopted man sons he couldn't possibly imagine himself having actual babies and children especially when he knew his man children would have a whole fit believing he was replacing them in his heart... he just couldn't handle that.

L - Likes (Favorite things about relationship and partner)

If he's being incredibly honest with himself, he finds being in a relationship incredibly convenient. He doesn't need to explain to anyone why he's single at his age anymore. He doesn't need to sit alone at a two person booth anymore. Most importantly... he doesn't feel so incredibly lonely all of the time anymore. He was surrounded by an all encompassing loneliness that wouldn't leave before. One that he couldn't explain. With his partner by his side he doesn't feel that anymore.

M- Marriage (Are they interested in getting married at all?)

Yes. Charles started looking at acceptable rings several months into their relationship. He doesn't plan on asking until their both completely ready mentally and stable in their relationship. He also needs to make sure the world doesn't end so it may be a while.

N- No (Pet Peeves in a relationship)

Charles hates when his partner is ultra clingy or needy. He likes it as a bit or sex thing maybe but he can't stand if his partner needs constant attention. He has a job that needs his attention round the clock, Dethklok that are like three year olds, and the world to think about and save meaning his mind is always preoccupied on staying one step ahead on evil. He literally has no brain space left for an over clingy or needy partner. He needs some TLC himself.

O - Orange (What color reminds them of their partner?)

Blue or Green. The colors of nature he finds his partner calming and reassuring in the best of times. He loves to be around the mas they recharge his energy and make him smile.

P - Proposal (How would they or how did they propose?)

Charles would set up an elaborate date for his partner. He'd claim that it was for a special event. He'd rent out the entire venue and hire private staff that all signed NDAs. In the evening the two would eat under the stars and twinkling fairylights Toki was kind enough to provide for the event, promising Charles they would make the moment all the more romantic. Kneeling on one knee as the boys asll brought out desert out on a silver plater, the ring embellishing the cake he would ask the question everyone has been waiting years to hear from him. "Will you marry me?"

Q - Queen (King) (What traits makes them a KING or a QUEEN?)

Charles always holds the door for his partner. He always waits until their in the car and has their seat belt on before he drives anywhere. He does all the chores at home. Anytime it's just him and the boys he will always brag about his partner, he just can't stop himself. His password on his personal phone is always available to his S/O so they can access it if they need. He never cares if they read his messages or emails. He only cares if they answer calls only because they may talk to someone in the press by accident or someone wanting to hurt them. He sends security details out with them everywhere they go when he's out of town. But most importantly, he messages to let them know he got places safe.

R - Rain (What was the most romantic gesture they have ever done for their partner?)

You'd think that the most romantic gestures Charles makes towards his partner would be have to be in one of his grand dates or a glittering gift he bought... but you'd be wrong. Charles is the most romantic in the tiniest of his actions. When he tries the least and he's thinking about it the least. On those days when it suddenly begins to rain without warning, and he offers his umbrella to his partner without a single "I told you so." Letting his own suite get wet all in the name of keeping them dry and warm. On those chilly late early fall nights when the temperature suddenly cools off and leaves his partner shivering and rubbing their arms. He offers his jacket without a second thought. When he comes into the bedroom with their coffee made just the way they like it. When he reminds them of that One Thing they needed at the grocery store or to grab that One Thing before they leave for a party hours after his partner asked him to remind him. When he stares at them like he just realized that all the stars in the sky were his to hold and he whispers "God, you look amazing tonight."

S- Smooches (Who gave the first kiss? When do they kiss their partner? How often do they kiss their partner?)

I full heartedly believe that Charles made the first move and was the first to kiss them.

He never saw the relationship going so far or saw himself loving someone as much as he loved his partner but as the relationship progressed the kisses turned from heated desperate needy sex kisses to slow passionate ones that honestly frightened him with how deeply he loved his partner. Over time he pulled away slightly. He kissed them only slightly. Pecks on the lips and cheek to try and drive home that he still cared but couldn't be that person they needed. But once they had a proper talk about things, and the dynamics of the relationship. Charles found himself kissing his partner in all sorts of ways.

Charles kisses his partner Good Morning each morning they spend the night together. He tries his hardest to wait for them to finish their routine to drive with his partner to work and kiss them Good Bye there but if duty calls and he has to leave early he always makes sure to kiss them before he leaves. If work runs late and he gets home after his partner has gone to sleep he always gives them a kiss on the head Good Night but he tries to be home in time for dinner and a real kiss. Sometimes if he's lucky and his partner is feeling frisky he gets held up in the morning or stays up late with his partner's kisses... But that's not every day.

T - Travel (Do they like to travel with their partner? Where do they dream of traveling to?)

Charles travels all over the place all the time for work. So his dream vacation with his partner is a staycation. However, Out of all the places he's ever gone he never went just to sight see. If his partner ever made the argument that he could just go to relax... he might. It all depends on where and for how long. Charles gets anxious when away from work for too long and worries about seeing important political figures while on vacation and getting dragged into work without wanting to.

U- Universal (How Public are they with their affection? Are they very open with PDA? Do they brag about their partner?)

Being CFO of Dethklok is dangerous work... Charles would make it VERY clear that it is not a problem with his partner and in another world he would show them off proudly. But in the reality they live in it is too dangerous for him to have them on his arm at galas and in magazine photos. People could use the information of their relationship against him and use his partner as ransom for information about Dethklok or money. It wasn't worth that risk. In the privacy of their own home and around the boys (Once Nathan walked in on them however) they were very open. Charles hugged, kissed, and held his partner's waist whenever he wanted without fear.

Funnily enough however... Charles can not shut his mouth about his partner. He tells Nathan how amazing they are, how cute they are, what they did that morning, and how much he loves them almost every day during their meetings. It's like word vomit. He can't stop himself sometimes. He knows it's gross lovie dovie stuff but it feels so good. One time he caught himself telling a gear about his partner on the way to a summit meeting and had to have them sign a binding NDA. He even outed himself to a reporter by telling them about the hickie he had on his neck was from his long time partner but was whisked away by some loyal gears before he could pour his heart out.

V- Valentines (First holiday together. How did they prepare? How did they celebrate?)

This man was never good with celebrations or holidays... doesn't help that he's not exactly religious and doesn't celebrate most holidays to begin with. So when his partner brings him a little trinket on odd August day with a bright beaming smile it suddenly got his mind reeling. Did he miss something?! Was it their birthday? Was it his? When was Easter? He decided to make it up to them the next holiday for sure!

So when Halloween rolled around Charles was READY! He bought costumes for both him and his partner to wear, decked the appartment out in halloween decorations, bought candy and chips, made caramel apples and dip, bought a plastic jack-o-lantern (because he'd be damned if he touched pumpkin guts), got booze, and asked the boys to dress in silly outfits they bought and come to their little party. Charles dressed as a vampire flowing black cape, stick in fangs, fake blood and all. Murderface, Nathan, and Pickles all showed up as various members of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles looking disgruntled over at Skwisgaar who looked mildly annoyed in his white rabbit costume and Toki who looked all too comfortable in his sexy Alice costume. When Charles' partner returned home from work to the surprise party they broke into a fit of giggles in Charles' arms before running to get changed. It has since become a tradition to hold a private Halloween party since.

W- Wicked (What do they do that purposely pushes their partner's buttons?)

"Ummm... Actually-" Charles will "correct" his partner on little things they say or do in an fake annoying voice until they beg him to stop. Most of the time he's emulating Karen's he has heard in the wild while working and makes sure that his partner is aware of this fact. He never means it in a mean way its all playful.

Talking to himself- Charles spends a God Awful amount of time alone in his office with no one to entertain him but himself. Often time he finds a good playlist to listen to and gets his work done. But sometimes he gets his paperwork done early and just waits in his office for something to happen or work feels so heavy it's hard to get started. So, in order to get started or keep going he talks to inanimate objects or even just the air to entertain himself. This quirkiness bleeds into his everyday life with his partner. One time they found him talking to the house plant that they kept as decoration next to the table. "Well... do you have anything to say for yourself?" He grumbled. They asked who he was talking to and he angrily pointed to the dead leaf on the floor with a small grumble. "Kevin is shedding on the floor!" His partner just blinked and walked away.

Over Cleanliness- Living near Dethklok has taught him a lot about the human condition. He knows he never wants to live in a condition that is sticky or grimy and he lets his partner know that. He took over the chores at the house to ensure the best chance however, on bad days he will have anxiety attacks about having a dirty space.

Communication is Lacking - Due to his line of work there are a lot of NDAs and confidential things Charles has to keep to himself. If he has to leave suddenly for a confidential reason his partner will and has received a phone call that simply stated "He left at X time. You will be notified upon return." This never used to other his partner as much until the day they received the call that he "died" and another months later that he was actually alive. Their trust in him wavered so much then that they had to get counseling from Twinkletits at that point.

Explosive Emotions - Charles is the front of a lot of shit at work. He carries a lot home with him. He bottles a lot up for the sake of confidentiality and for the sake of his image. So there are times he tends to blow things out of proportion, or go off with out meaning to because he couldn't bottle any more. He needs a lot of TLC.

X- Xylophone (What song fits the relationship?)

Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks and Don Henley

Y- Yearning (When do they miss their partner the most? What do they do to placate themselves in the mean time?)

Charles misses his partner the most while he is at work in his down time when his mind is free. If he's busy he still misses and yearns for them but it's not as much of a burning desire for them so he tries to busy himself so the time slips away faster.

Z- Zipper (Do they let their partner pick their outfits?)

YES. Charles has a horrible fashion sense LOL. Some believe it's because he's color blind. And that has some validity to it as he was diagnosed when he was little with a mild case of it but believed it would get better with age. He used to wear mismatched socks, God Awful suite and tie combos and brown and black shoe combos. Now his partner lays his outfits out for him at night so he doesn't have to choose.

These were so fun!!! I think I may just do the Sexy Alphabet in a few days after doing some more of these XD @ir0n-moon

[mus4ro0m]

Sebastian: *coming around, he groaned at the pain coming back sering though his head. Placing a hand on his head he felt somthing warm and sticky pulling it away revealed blood* what...

Solomon: *Pointing his wand at Sebastian* Stay down Sebastian! *He snarled, his face contorted with malaise*

Sebastian: *looking up at his uncle in confusion, pain radiating through his body as a quick shot of Magic hit him*

Solomon: Don't move...! *he spoke dangerously, ready to shoot another spell if he needed to*

Sebastian: *He flinched at Solomon's tone, he knew that tone all to well shivering at the thought*

*He suddenly remembered, the relic, the inferi, Ominis, MC. Where were his friends? He craned his neck to the side desperately trying to scan the room for them.*

Solomon: *He kept his eyes locked onto Sebastian, he needed to make sure he didn't try anything* I should kill you...

Sebastian: *His eyes fell on two slumped figure on the floor, he strained trying to focus. Blond hair, slithern green uniform, Ominis. The other obscured by Ominis body but he could tell that it was MC.

His eyes darkened, he felt rage unlike anything he had ever felt, his best friends were hurt possible even dead and it was all Solomon's doing*

Sebastian: What have you done?! *He roared, his eyes dark, glaring, he bawled up his fist, gripping wand he pointed quickly at his uncle*

Solomon: I've just about had enough of you! *He grounded himself, readying his wand pointing it at Sebastian* AVAD-

petrificus totalus!

*Before Solomon could finish speaking the unforgivable words he stiffened up, falling to the floor, reveling the culprit*

Sebastian: Anne?!

[tohisprettyc00l]

I'm so sorry Hunter + Basilisk! reader

You never had a great relationship with Hunter. And it's obvious to see why. He and his "uncle" weren't kind to you and your species. By not kind I mean they brought basilisk back just to experiment on them. So your relationship was less than ideal. But you had shared friends, but they knew of the tense energy between you two. So it was easy to ignore him.

Once you guys were forced to live together in the human realm it was less easy. But besides a few awkward exchanges, you were still avoiding each other to the best of your abilities. And life went like that for a while. But then Luz defeated Belos. Which shouldn't have changed much. But at the same time, he was both of your tormenters.

Everyone decided to throw a party at The Owl House. It was more of a small "we did it!" party. It was overall chill. Which was needed. But you both could feel everyone's eyes on you. No one was going to ask about it but people wanted your opinions on Belos. It was getting overwhelming and you needed to go inside. "I'm going to go to the bathroom for a moment. Okay bye!" You ran inside and up into Luz's room. It was a nice quiet place. You couldn't feel people's eyes on you.

You were up in Luz's room for ten minutes before you heard the door open downstairs. Right. You were too busy basking in the sereness of being away from the party. That you forgot that the party's not over. You heard another series of knocks. Followed by Hunter's voice "Y/n are you here?" It called out. Shit. You decided not to say anything, hopefully, he would just leave. But instead, he came through Luz's door. "Y/n! Luz told me to look for you, she was getting worried." You simply glared at him.

He inhaled, "Can we talk things out?" He closed the door. You stayed silent, you weren't going to give into his mind games. If you don't say anything he'll leave. He doesn't have the power to hurt you anymore. He started walking toward you. Huh, locked in a room with "The Golden Gaurd." Wonder why that feels familiar. He sat across from you. "You know I understand your pain-" nevermind fuck the silent treatment. "You do not understand what I went through! I couldn't leave my small cage dirty cage. I was forced to drain from creatures no matter what I said." You inhaled sharply, "And you made it so I couldn't leave."

Hunter didn't say anything. He had a guilt-stricken look on his face. "I'm so sorry. I know that won't fix anything. But just know I'll try to make it up to you." He reached out and you flinched away. He sighed, "I'll get out of your hair. I'll tell Luz you'll be back later." He said and then closed the door. That was the most you spoke to each other. It wasn't much but it was an improvement.

[ickybby]

closed starter for @heirloomeds ♡

character: sereeeeeeeeee :)

plot/connections: u wanted someone to treat koda like just another hoe <3

"hey, can you save your number on my phone? look, i know we've been talking for a few weeks now but i'm gonna be straight up with you, i did not see things going on this long, so i haven't actually saved your number and well... there are too many unsaved numbers for me to make that call with confidence." that's a bold admission to make when he's flown out to accommodate her schedule, as she's just getting started on her final year at university. even bolder to make said admission naked on her bed after chugging half a water bottle because they've been fucking like animals for the better part of a day. but seree figures she oughta get the awkward shit out of the way as soon as possible, so things between them don't continue to snowball into an even more confusing situation. besides, considering his ego could withstand this amount of chasing and waiting for this long, seree is curious to see how well he can handle the reality check that she's never been the kind of girl to take anyone she's fucking too seriously. "hurry up, please. i'm hungry and i need to text my assistant to drop off dinner for us and i have a quiz due before midnight, i wasn't kidding when i said we couldn't spend the entire time you're here fucking like last time. mmm!" another messy swallow, pink tongue lapping at the droplets of water left on her lips from her rushed sipping as a hand dries the water that dripped on her tit. "while you've got my phone, will you pull up doordash and pick a place that looks good? i'll let you know if it's actually worth it. i can't really like, walk to most of the good spots to eat around campus but i've asked demtri to pick up from every single so i can try them!" she smiling like she's proud because truth be told, seree is. at this point in her life, the burned-out starlet is sometimes so disconnected from her own reality she doesn't quite seem to understand when she blurts out something terribly sad about the restraints put in place for her own protection. a necessary safety net when her every move has been notoriously stalked and talked about for years instead of the exciting tidbit of information seree feels like she's acquired.