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[navybrat817]

NO WHY DIDNT I KNOW YOU LIKE COD MEN/BARRY SLOANE OMG I SCREAMED AND COLLAPSED NAVY YOU JUST GOT 3000 TIMES MORE AWESOME (and that's not even POSSIBLE)

-Winter Soldier's 🐕

Yes, Kai! I do! Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, König, let's discuss. Even Graves. I want to punch him, but I'd still let him get it.

And just look at Barry.

I love that this made me more awesome in your eyes. 🥰 Love and thanks!❤️

[muutosarchive]

❛  stop whatever you’re doing right now, i have some big plans for today and you’re gonna help me with it.  ❜ ( geno and slone )

@chrchgrl

STOP WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW. making coffee? io's coffee machine regularly abused by its acting command. or the face of it, anyway. lithe & perfectly trained body wrapped in it's flannel & flood pants, with an imagined order issue tie adorning her neck.

elbows jutting, she slides the pot out of the machine, & pours the black liquid into her #1 BOSS mug. she can thank jones for that one, but her prideful use of it did foil his attempts at belittling her. she still smirks whenever he scowls upon seeing her with it.

met with the back of natural hair, slone's coolness is a key characteristic. "to what do i owe the pleasure, geno?" she asks, ripping a packet of sugar. "worried about the fort?" she's not a girl, anymore. she's head of the IO, beneath largely absent geno & for all intents & purposes, she makes the calls. she's not been worried about her boss' scorn so prevalently in a very long time. & she always took home the victory for their side.

she turns around while stirring, before the spoon passes along her tongue & over her shoulder into the small sink. lidded eyes, & a smirk upon her face. holding her coffee at chest level before brushing past him. expecting him to follow her. "so. what are we doing, boss?" she wonders if it involves the bridge.

[shellbilee]

Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 2

A Glen Powell RPF Series

Glen

Glen walks out of the bathroom and makes his way over to the bar, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair and scanning the dancing crowd as he walks. It takes him all of thirty seconds to find her - the girl he realises he’s been unconsciously keeping tabs on all night, unable to help his smile as he watches her laugh and dance away to the music. She looks free and happy, and unbelievably sexy, and Glen almost groans as she tosses her hair and swings her hips.

God.��

He’d spoken to her for a whole three minutes, he didn’t even know her name. And yet, he couldn’t seem to stop looking at her, thinking about her. Was he really this starved of female attention? It had been more than a year since he’d broken up with his long term girlfriend of three years and sure he’d had some flings since, but Glen knew deep down he was a relationship guy. 

He’d always been a homebody, and he loved having someone at home at the end of the day, someone to wake up to in the morning. He loved spending time with his family in Austin, or just at home with his dog Brisket, and having someone to share that with was everything to him. All of that was virtually impossible to have all the time in his line of work though, but still it didn’t stop him from trying. For Glen it was one of the hardest things that unfortunately came hand in hand with his fame, especially as he was starting to take on new and bigger projects.

That, and the fact that finding someone that was otherwise immune to fame seemed to be a near impossible feat. The way he figured it, he had two options. Either find someone that was already in the spotlight - which made some things easier of course, but then the whole different schedules and never seeing each other thing was basically inevitable. Or, find someone who was not famous but still had their own life and routines and schedules, but was somehow indifferent to the fact that privacy would virtually be no longer. The longer he thought about it, the more he was convinced that option two didn’t actually exist. 

He’s standing in the bar queue when he notices a petite girl in a fitted, mango coloured dress making a bee-line towards him, her long black hair falling like a dark curtain around her high cheek-boned face. He’s suddenly certain she’ll ask him for a selfie - he’s been stopped for a photo only twice tonight which was less than usual, though given the exclusivity of the event was what he expected, but after a moment he instead recognises her as one of the friends of the bar girl. 

She pauses when she reaches him, flashing a confident smile before leaning into him to speak over the heavy bass of the music.

“Hello”

“Hey there” he replies back, immediately noting her proper British accent.

“My name’s Sloane. I believe you've met my friend Billie” she says, gesturing with her head back to the crowd behind them, pushing her black sunglasses up onto her head and revealing a pair of pale, ice blue eyes.

“Billie?” He says, his word more of a question than an answer, his eyebrows raised.

Sloane looks taken aback for a moment, shaking her head a second later.

“She didn't introduce herself? Oh Billie” she replies, clicking her tongue in disappointment, “I figured she'd have at least told you her name”.

Glen shakes his head no, watching as Slone glances over to the stage and rolls her eyes before turning back to him.

Glen smiles. Billie.

“Well, seeing as Billie clearly hasn’t, I'll do this for her” Sloane adds, offering him a charming smile, “My friend Billie, thinks you are very attractive”.

Glen chuckles, raising his eyebrows again, unable to help his smile. “That's funny, I think your friend Billie, is very attractive”.

Sloane laughs, a soft, musical laugh. “She's gorgeous actually. And, she's single”.

Glen tilts his head, regarding Sloane. “Does Billie know you're here talking to me?”.

Sloane grins. “No, and before you ask, yes, she is going to give me the third degree when I get back and tell her I just spoke to you about her”.

Glen laughs out loud this time, dropping his head back.

“So I don't know how people in positions such as yourself pass on details, but I figure you don't give out your number easily for obvious reasons” Sloane goes on in a very no-nonsense tone, Glen realising suddenly that she knows who he is.

He wonders idly if Billie knows who he is, looking over Sloane’s shoulder and spying her in the distance still dancing, seemingly oblivious that her friend is over at the bar talking to a complete stranger about her.

“So” Sloane says, pausing and getting her phone out of her bag, Glen watching as she briefly taps away at the screen before holding up her phone to face him, “This is Billie's Instagram”.

Glen is taken aback for a moment, undoubtedly very impressed by Sloane’s wing-woman efforts, looking back at her confident smile and wondering why on earth he’s hesitating when he’s been watching and thinking about Billie since the moment he met her in line.

He lets out a silent breath and pulls his phone from his pocket, opening the Instagram app and copying the words from Sloane’s screen onto his. He taps on the first name and is taken to her profile, immediately noting the picture of Billie’s smiling face next to a happily panting, golden retriever. He smiles when he sees that she already follows him, wetting his lips with his tongue as he taps on the blue follow button.

Glen puts his phone back in his pocket, unable to help his smile as he looks back at Sloane.

“You're one hell of a wingman Sloane”.

She grins then, tilting her head and shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. “That I am”.

Glen is pleasantly surprised. This is a first for him. He hasn’t had a girl try and chat him up for a friend before, though he can’t say he’s met many girls that are as straight-forward as Sloane.

The bar line suddenly moves forward and it’s his turn to order, Glen turning to Sloane.

“Are you getting another drink?”.

Sloane nods, “Another round of mojitos”.

Glen steps forward and orders his round and the three cocktails for her, Sloane saying her thanks as she leans on the bar beside him. He feels himself sway slightly, trying to do mental maths of how many drinks he’s had today, though gives up seconds later when it becomes all too difficult.

“So what brought you to this gig?” he asks as they wait for their drinks, shifting slightly so he’s out of the direct glare of the sun.

The sun is starting to set now, a deep, orange glow illuminating the rooftop in the way that only happens on those warm summer evenings, the gentle breeze in the air slightly cooler and finally offering relief from the earlier relentless LA heat. 

Sloane shrugs, pulling her sunglasses back down onto her face. 

“Honestly, Billie and Bec dragged me here. I don't mind Rufus, but really I was just happy for a night out with the girls. Those two are the real fans”.

“What about you, who are you here with?” she asks, reaching up to brush an errant hair from her cheek.

Glen explains that he’s here with a close friend from back home in Austin, and a couple of his actor friends.

“They invited me and then I invited Drew, and it just ended up being this big group of us” he says, turning back to the bar when the three mojitos are up and pushing them in front of Sloane, “I’m probably gonna pay for it tomorrow but I’ve gotta admit I’ve had a really good day”.

His own drinks are up moments later, Sloane picking up her three as he does the same, the two stepping away from the bar together.

“That’s tomorrow’s problem” Sloane says with a laugh, lifting the three drinks to her face and taking a drink from the closest one, “I mean, how often do you really just get to relax and have a good time with friends, especially out in public?”.

Glen only laughs, considering Sloane’s words. He can’t actually remember the last time he’d had a day like this, maybe a year or so ago when he was in Greece with his girlfriend and friends? Maybe last New Year's Eve with his family? Has it really been that long?

Sloane shakes her head. “If you have to think about it like that, it doesn’t happen enough”.

Glen just smiles. “You’re alright, Sloane”.

Sloane grins now, flashing her white teeth in a confident smile. “I’m better than alright actually”.

They both laugh and Sloane says goodbye, wiggling her eyebrows and telling him that she hopes she’ll see him around later, gesturing with her cup filled hands over to the dancefloor.

He only laughs, his alcohol tinged brain already having decided that there was no way tonight was ending without him speaking to Billie again, the thought of seeing her gorgeous smile making his breath catch in his throat.

He nods to Sloane and watches as she turns away to make her way to her friends on the dance floor, Glen balancing his own drinks and walking back to his friends across the way.

---

Billie

“Thank God for that breeze” Billie says to seemingly no one, flustered and breathy from dancing in the busy crowd. 

She takes off her hat and leans her forearms on the bar table, closing her eyes for a moment and taking a second to breathe in the open space. She’s a little tipsy, perhaps one mojito too many, and hot and slightly sweaty from dancing among the sea of bodies near the stage.

The sunset had brought with it a soft breeze, the gentlest whisper of a cooler air. It's a welcome reprieve to her heated skin, Billie letting out a breath as she pushes her sunglasses onto her head.

She looks over at the crowd - the warm orange glow of the setting sun casting long shadows over everyone, to find Bec still dancing away, lost in her own little world among the deep bass and dancing guests. Sloane had retreated to the bathroom as Billie had announced she needed a minute out of the crowd, leaving Bec dancing on her own - not that she apparently cared or noticed.

She looks over her shoulder to where the guy - Glen, had been earlier with his friends. She does a quick scan, unable to find him in the crowd, still not quite believing that the guy she’d been flirting with in the bar queue was the Glen Powell. She wonders why she hadn’t been able to tell at the time - sure he’d been wearing sunglasses, but sunglasses were hardly a disguise, reasoning that she’d been too caught up in his charming smile and golden skin to properly put it together.  

Still, Glen Powell. Of all people. Handsome was not nearly enough of an adjective to properly describe him. He was gorgeous, in that Texan, all-American, almost bad-boy kind of way, Billie again thinking back to the time she’d seen the new Top Gun movie with the girls but this time thinking about a different leading man other than Miles Teller.

God.

She lets out another deep breath, idly wondering if she would see him again tonight, pulling out her phone to check her reflection in the screen and looking up when Sloane suddenly appears beside her.

“Have you checked your phone?”.

Billie smooths down some flyaway hairs from her face before looking back at her friend in question.

“Hmm?”

Sloane shakes her head. “Your phone, have you checked it?”.

“What are you talking about?” Billie asks, looking back at her phone and double tapping on the screen so that it lights up in her hand.

There’s a text from Lisa - one of her work colleagues, asking how Rufus was, and a number of instagram notifications that appeared to be reactions to her story uploads of her and the girls.

“What am I looking for?” Billie asks, still confused, looking up at Sloane briefly as she taps on the text message and replies to Lisa telling her that it’s been incredible.

“Open your instagram”.

Billie obliges, still wondering what on earth Sloane is going on about, opening the instagram app and tapping the little heart icon to bring up her notifications. She frowns as she scrolls, all of a sudden letting out an involuntary gasp and feeling her breath catch when she realises what Sloane is talking about.

@glenpowell has started following you

“You did not” Billie nearly stammers, looking back up at her friend with wide eyes.

Sloane only smiles, shrugging her shoulders innocently.

“I did”

“Sloane!”

“What?” she asks, her tone almost one of offence, “It was the least I could do. I can’t believe you didn’t even tell him your name!”.

Billie shakes her head in exasperation, a myriad of emotions suddenly running through her head. 

Morbid embarrassment? She could easily imagine Sloane finding him and confidently explaining that her friend Billie was single and found him attractive. It was such a Sloane thing to do - the woman was the most poised, self assured person Billie knew. Nothing ever phased her, it was the reason she was such a good paramedic. It certainly wasn’t the first time Sloane had done this either - there’d been multiple occasions where she’d flexed her wing woman responsibilities and tried to set Billie up with gorgeous strangers.

For a moment Billie doesn’t know how to feel. It’s shock and excitement and nerves all tangled into one. Glen fucking Powell was following her on Instagram! But what did that mean? He was attracted to her, just like she was to him? Their flirty interactions had certainly been real, Billie unable to deny that a part of her has been thinking about him and his damn gorgeous smile since she’d left him at the bar earlier. Did this mean that he’d been thinking about her the same?

“Billie, you’re a fucking babe. Own it” Sloane says, the straw she’s drinking from making a slurping sound when she reaches the bottom of her drink, “You should have seen the way he smiled when I told him you’re single. He’s into you”.

“I can’t believe you just went up to a celebrity, and told him to follow your friend on Instagram”.

Sloane shrugs, raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow. “He did it without hesitation too. So what does that tell you?”.

Billie lets out a heavy breath through her nose, shaking her head at Sloane in disbelief. “You could have given me a heads up that you were going to do that”.

Sloane snorts. “And you’d have said nothing if I did tell you first?”.

Billie shoots a deadpan look at her friend. “You’d have just done it anyway, regardless of what I would have said”.

Sloane shrugs, lips parting in a smile. “Yeah. Probably”.

Billie rolls her eyes and laughs.

“So what now?” Billie asks, deciding she needs to tell Bec what’s happened as she looks over at the crowd, before looking back at Sloane across from her.

She frowns when she sees Sloane’s smile has widened into a grin, her head tilted as she looks at something over Billie’s shoulder.

“I think you’re about to find out”.

---

Glen

Glen can’t help the way his eyes travel up Billie’s legs as he walks towards her, balancing four full plastic cups in his hands. She’s tanned and toned, serious muscles telling him that she must go to the gym or at least run regularly, her ass round and perky underneath her white shorts. Suddenly, his alcohol-soaked mind can’t help but think about what she’d look like naked. 

Fuck. 

Sloane catches his eye over Billie’s shoulder, her smile telling him she’d seen him looking at Billie, and suddenly he can’t control the goofy, drunken smile that spreads across his lips.

“I figured you ladies could use a refill” he announces as he reaches the table, Sloane grinning at him and Billie visibly startling when he appears beside her.

“Well aren’t you just the gentleman” Sloane remarks, tilting her head and flashing a charming smile as he puts the drinks down on the bar table and slides one over towards her.

Glen only grins, nodding at Sloane, before turning to look at Billie beside him.

Just for a second, he swears he forgets his own name.

It’s golden hour in the evening - that late, final time of the sunset when the sun is just about to disappear and everything is bathed in that brilliant, vivid warmth, making everything the light touches infinitely more beautiful.

Billie, is no exception to that. 

Glen is instantly enamoured, completely, utterly mesmerised. It’s the first time he’s looked at Billie properly, this time without her sunglasses. For the first time ever, he understands what it means when people write about getting lost in someone’s eyes.

They’re big and beautiful - the colour unlike anything he’s ever seen, a mix of deep, sage green and warm, honey brown swirled together like ripples in a lake. She’s got long, dark, feathery lashes that he reasons have to be fake, making her eyes look even bigger as she blinks and looks back at him incredulously. The orange bathe of the setting sun makes them almost glow, her cheeks golden and smooth, her lips full and soft.

Suddenly, Glen isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol that’s making him feel warm or if it’s from looking at Billie.

“Glen” he says, extending his hand towards Billie, his throat feeling thick when she offers a gorgeous smile and takes his hand in a gentle shake, “I figured I should come over and introduce myself”.

Billie laughs softly. “Even though Sloane here has already apparently introduced me?”

Sloane lets out a laugh, lifting her hands in an innocent gesture when Billie shoots her a look.

“Billie” she replies before letting go of his hand.

“I’m just going to give this to Bec” Sloane says suddenly, Billie and Glen both turning to look at her, “Thanks for the drinks Glen”.

Sloane grins as she grabs two cups, giving Billie a very obvious wink which makes Glen chuckle, both of them watching as she makes her way off into the still dancing crowd.

Glen turns back to Billie, once again momentarily taken aback by her smile, leaning his elbow on the table.

“So” he says, chewing once again on a toothpick as he looks back at the gorgeous girl in front of him. 

Billie turns to face him, mirroring his position as she too leans on the table, tilting her head as she looks back at Glen. 

She grins. “So”.

---

Next Chapter

Chapter 1

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[jellyfishcake]

Jonesy x gn reader

☆Take headcanons of Jonesy as I work on some fics. ☺️💗

☆He loves it when you wanna hear his new reality long and tells you what happens after and how they were like when he showed up and told them about the island.

"Sweetheart wanna hear my new reality long I did today" as you feel his arms wrap around you "Ew why is their mud on you" as you look at his face "Oh um I kinda lost who I was looking and I decided to wallow in mud." You giggled "Hey don't laugh at me, plus I had a knife, so I was kind of step head of him?" You kissed him as you wrap your arms around his neck, he kissed you back, hugging you tighter.

☆He likes it when you want to be the big spoon in bed, it helps him feel comfort in life and not worry about his work and how reality going to end but at least he has you with him.

"Honey, I love you," you say as your arms wrap around his waist. Your nose starts to be filled up with his cologne as you move your face to the back of his neck.

☆Jonesy talks about you to the seven and Slone when they have nothing else to talk about. Sometimes, the Foundation wants to meet you one day and talk.

"[Name] makes the best cookies. I should bring you guys some one day" as the seven looks at him."When are we going to meet this amazing person you talk about Jonesy?" said the Imagined as she looked at him in the eye "Umm when ever... you guys want to meet them," he says as he put his hands together and closes his eyes. "We are ready. You always talk about them non-stop, plus they seem sweet." Foundation says.

☆Jonesy would call you and ask to bring him lunch because he forgot to bring some, but in reality, he just wants to see.

"Jonesy, what did we tell you about forgetting your lunch?" Slone yells out as she comes into his office. "WHAT Who.. would do that?" As he tries to look away from Slone,"STOP trying to find an excuse to see [Name] Jones" as she puts his lunch down on his desk."So.. did they come?" Slone had a face that read she was so done with Jones "Yes they came, and I'll go get them." as she walks out of his office.

☆Jones sometimes has to ask you to tie his shoes laces, and he is so embarrassed about it.

☆He would remember your favorite songs or sound and put it on a playlist to play at work to remember you.

☆He was in a meeting with the seven and one time you called to ask if he was still coming to the date you guys planned.

"Answer it Jones don't want to miss a call from you 'honey' now," said scientist as he mocked the honey part. "Yeah, now." The imagined said alongside the scientist. As Jones answered the call, he faced away from the seven, "Honey, are you still coming tonight?" Jones, hear your sweet voice."Yes, I'm still coming, sweetheart, do worry, it's not going to be like last time." As he heard, some giggled behind.

☆He loves to hug you until you get tired of hugging.

☆One time, he brought back an animal from a different reality and gave it to you as a gift.

☆If you love to touch his hair, be ready to be bothered almost every hour to rub his head.

☆HE WOULD JUST LOVE YOU TO DEATH 💗💙

[keoni-chan]

Hi! I'm sorry if you've answered this already, but wcif Kiara's hair?

Hi!

I think I did answer this, but I couldn't find the post, and I don't mind answering again :) Kiara's hair is a 4t2 conversion of Busted Pixel's Dr Slone hair, converted by @platinumaspiration. I use the retexture by @55woodlandrive. You can download it here.

[piepiepiemag]

Kintsugi (Fortnite)

Summary: the heist crew desperately needs to hurry up their plan on stealing kado's time machine. the clock is ticking and just when all hope seems lost they get a clue that leads them to a strange place, where unseen horrors went down not too long ago.

or; midas was having a good day so far, until some strange man showed up to his house unannounced.

Tags from AO3: Nolan Chance (Fortnite) x Golden Gear Midas (Fortnite) ((barely)), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Graphic Description of Violence, Blood and Injury, Not Proofread, most fuckass ship you've ever seen in your life probably

((i have no excuse for this LMAO. ever since we threw these two at eachother on the rp blogs i had ideas for this silly au and today i finally broke. nolan chance you are so dear to me........(˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) ALSO i know this makes no sense timeline wise since kado already had midas's drum gun but. BUT. i don't care lol. au logic.))

The rhythmic click-clack of a rubrics cube filled the entire barn, occasionally interrupted by chickens walking in and out and playing in the hay. Self proclaimed Heist Mastermind Nolan Chance was lazily playing with the toy, not caring for a second that his teammates were trying to get some sleep two stalls over.

His mind was completely elsewhere, still mulling over their catastrophic loss, how he’s going to get back into the estate again, and trying to figure out just how in the hell that twig vampire can punch so hard.

It was useless, he was not getting any closer to the answer, and he was ready to call it a day, closing his eyes and letting future Nolan deal with all of that.

That was until an alarm went off, loud enough to make him jump. He heard some scrambling from the stall next to him and he quickly got up and walked over to Mae who was already trying to shut the ringing off.

“Oh oh!! He’s here, we got him boss!” - mae exclaimed, as excited as someone who just woke up could. Her fingers clicked away on the laptop as she pulled up a map, a red circle flashing in and out on it, on a lone building surrounded by fields.

“Where’s here?” - nolan asked with his eyes fixed on the location. - “And don’t call me “boss”, that sounds gross from you.

Mae giggled as she zoomed out of the map. It was in the middle of nowhere, a small house with only some trees and farming grounds around it for quite a big radius.

“Some dusty old house. It’s not too far from here, half an hour most. Dunno what business he has there though..” - she mumbled as she began clicking again, pulling up an image of the house from he web. It looked unassuming, just a regular old grey farmhouse with a red tiled roof, nothing special in all honesty. The moment she tabbed back to the map the red circle was nowhere to be seen. - “Aaand he’s gone. That was quick.”

“Yeah, bet he is.” - Nolan grinned at his own stupid joke, that made absolutely no sense. Mae just let out a confused “whaa” before burying herself back in her laptop again. - “We should probably check it out anyways.”

He looked over the barn’s stalls, all of his friends were deep in their sleep, in their less than cozy haystack beds. Slone really didn’t need to cheap out on the budget so much. Getting a few hotel rooms wouldn’t have killed her.

He thought for a second.

“Wake Piper up. It’s fine if it’s just us three going.” - with that he walked out of the door towards the van.

The sun loomed over the edge of the horizon, it’s red light making the scenery almost ominous looking. He never comes back after visits like that. They should be in luck.

The heist van creaked towards its location, the radio cut in and out form a song no one really enjoyed as it was losing service in the countryside. Piper turned the volume down completely after she finally got sick of it, then twisted the rear view mirror to catch a glance of Nolan who appeared to be deep in thought.

“What’s the plan? You think we’ll find a clue in there?” - she asked in her usual tone, blowing her bubblegum and popping it as a way to punctuate her question.

“Who knows.” - nolan replied bluntly. Even if this brings them no closer to the answer they tried at least. He cut his words short, he didn’t want them to see just how stressed he was about it all.

Slone’s been asking about their progress more and more. There wasn’t much time left it seemed, and they were fucked. Utterly fucked. Not even one step closer to how they could get the upper hand, now that Kado was fully aware of them. He’s been in bad situations before but this one seemed as close to hopeless as it gets.

Finally the house came into view and it didn’t take them too long to arrive, no doubt thanks to Piper driving over the speeding limit. Today was way too long already and she just wanted to get back in bed, and who could really blame her.

The car came to a halt and they all looked over the house. To say it seemed off was an understatement, and the moment the sunlight hit its walls they immediately recoiled, looking away.

“The hell?” - nolan grumbled, taking another careful glance in its direction before opening the dar door and jumping out.

Once he was closer it seemed even more unsettling, an old farm house with overgrown wildflowers and weeds scattered all around it. It didn’t seem like anyone lived there. Seemed like the perfect location for some low budget horror movie.

The only thing more worrying was what it was made of, it looked nothing like the picture Mae showed. More than half of the walls and roof glimmered in the sunlight so hard that looking at it from the wrong angle was almost blinding. It was as if it was made from some kind of metal, like a newly minted penny, just far more shinier.

He took a few unsteady steps towards it before accidentally kicking into something hard. He shot a confused look down at his feet, only to find a flower, just as shiny as the house.

“Huh? Is this… gold?” - he plucked it from the ground and studied it close to his face, spinning it around in his hands. He’s seen enough gold bars to recognise the real deal anywhere.

“This is weird..” - Mae mumbled as she caught up to him. He reached out the flower to her and she looked at it, a puzzled expression visible on her face. She reached around for her backpack and put it away in there for a more in depth study back home.

“I’ll go in there.” - nolan took a few more steps towards the house before turning around. - “You can stay as a lookout if you’re scared.”

She puffed up her chest and pouted, clearly insulted, but another look at the strange place was enough to convince her otherwise.

“Yeah... I’ll tell Piper to be ready to dip.” - with that she began walking back to the car, silently thanking Nolan for giving her that option. She wouldn’t consider herself a wuss, but weird freaky places like that were never a good sign. She’s seen enough scary movies and she was not cut out to be the final girl.

Nolan sighed before turning back towards the house and walking up to the front door. It was also coated in gold, so were the windows, and even a part of the lawn closest to the walls. Beyond freaky.

He walked over to the side of the house that seemed normal and tiptoed to peek over the windowsill. He covered the sides of his face as he focused, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, before a loud crackle startled him strong enough to jump.

“WHAT DO YOU SEE?” - Mae’s voice boomed through his earpiece, and he swore to throw that old piece of junk away the moment they got back.

“JESUS you scared the shit out of me!” - he snapped back, dipping below the window and trying to keep his voice down as much as possible. He could hear Piper snickering on the other end. She really tuned in just to laugh at him huh.

He huffed annoyed, before raising back up again, trying to make out something, anything in the barely lit room.

His eyes finally caught a figure, huddled on the floor in the darkness and his blood ran cold.

“There’s someone in there.” - he whispered into the mic. - “I’m gonna go in.”

With that he walked back to the front door and took a deep breath, pulling out his gun from its holster and gripping it with much more force than necessary.

He knocked, receiving no answer. He raised his hand again and knocked even louder, hearing frantic rustling form the other end before someone spoke up.

“Go away! Please!” - the person on the other side sounded panicked and breathless. By the voice alone it seemed to be a young man. Nolan hovered his hand over the doorknob.

“Are you okay?” - he managed to force out, unsure of what to say. - “I just- I need to ask you about someone.”

“Please! You’re in danger, go away please it’s- I can’t stop it, just please-“ - his words were rushed and slurred, like he wasn’t completely there.

Nolan hesitated for a second before pushing the door open.

What he saw on the other end was a carnage, the floor was covered in puddles of blood and what seemed to be liquid gold, and as the door creaked open further the person in the corner spun around to face him.

His face was pale as a sheet of paper, his dark wavy hair matted with sweat and blood, some of it sticking to his face. His expression was of pure terror, one golden and one milky white eye staring up at him like Nolan was some mass murderer with a knife. Nolan took a step closer, raising both hands to signify he’s not dangerous, completely forgetting he was holding a gun in one of them.

The stranger’s eyes shot up towards it and he stumbled backwards, a string of unintelligible pleas spilling from his mouth.

“Nonono I’m not gonna hurt you it’s okay!” - nolan exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the guy. He thought for a second before placing his pistol down on a nearby cabinet. He had a backup one anyways. - “See? I’m not dangerous, okay?”

The man on the floor finally stopped, his eyes still closely following Nolan’s every move. He reached for what seemed to be a towel on the floor with one hand and covered his other one with it, holding it down with great force.

Nolan watched in abject horror as this went down, not only was one of his hands fully gold from the wrist down, he caught a glimpse of the other one which seemed to be fully missing, with a cut so clean he could see the bones inside. His stomach twisted.

“What the hell happened here?” - he asked in with an unsteady voice, before it clicked in his head.

Kado Thorne happened. Clearly.

He walked closer, his hands still in the air. The man seemed to be in shock, and from the amount of blood lost it was a miracle he was still alive.

“He just- a man, he- came in and- I- He-“ - he stammered, his eyes wide as he forced the words out but was unable to finish them. The moment Nolan inched close enough to stand in front of him a moment of clarity hit him. - “No no, please, the gold- I can’t stop it, you’re gonna get hurt-“

Nolan’s eyes wandered down to his hand, some of the blood that seeped out from underneath the towel shined brightly before it melted into a gold liquid. It was probably the craziest thing he’s ever seen.

“If you don’t see a doctor you’ll die.” - he said bluntly, making the man panic even harder. Maybe he should consider his words before speaking.

“I- can’t - I can’t go to a doctor the gold will-“ - he cut himself off, clutching onto the golden towel for dear life. He was shaking, his breathing coming out in quick ragged huffs.

“I know someone who can help.. probably. She’s no regular doctor.” - Nolan said as he inched even closer to the man, reaching a hand out to help him up. He wasn’t a good guy by any means, but leaving someone in this state would be purely heartless. Not even he could be that bad.

And that wasn’t even accounting for what he was seeing. A guy, seemingly being able to turn things to gold on a whim. If he got on his good side he’d be a very important asset to have.

“Are you sure?” - he asked weakly. Nolan nodded. Slone will probably know what to do. She seemed to know the answer to most of the weird stuff that’s brought to her. This should be no different.

He man struggled to get up by himself, but he ignored the hand reached out to him and it took a second for Nolan to realise why. Oh, of course. He raised a hand to his mic before speaking.

“Piper, start up the car. The guy in here’s hurt real bad. Mae, phone Slone to get to the barn asap. Tell her to bring strong gloves too.” - he said, his eyes fixed on the man the entire time. He began stumbling towards the door and against his better judgement Nolan hooked one hand under his, trying his best to support him without touching any of the gold stuff.

“Uh.. What’s your name again?” - nolan asked, trying to get his mind off of the fact he’s a few centimetres from what seemed to be certain death. The man lowered his head, as if unsure if he should answer.

“…it’s Midas.”

[agent-john-jones-retired]

**Transmission Start**

Listen, I'm not sure about these new bosses either. But hey, Slone said the CEO okayed them, so there must be a reason...

Oh, we're recording? Right, ok.

This is Agent John Jones. I'm kinda locally famous, in the Agency. I've got the record for most successful loop jumps, and I'm regarded as the top agent around here. Been here several thousand years, and been incredibly loyal all that time.

Wait, what else?

Ok ok, look, we've gotten some new leadership in the Loop recently. I'm personally not wholly sure about them, but the higher ups apparently made this decision, so I'll go along with it. Agent Meowdas wasn't happy, but he eventually listened.

Are we done now? I have to get back to work.

**END TRANSMISSION**

NOTE: THIS BLOG IS CURRENTLY RETIRED, BUT KEPT UP FOR ARCHIVAL PURPOSES.

Tags:

agent jones journal: In character posts

agent jones reblogs: Reblogs

agent jones asks answered: Ask Responses

Also: Posts will be marked (Closed) or (Open) depending on whether they are open for roleplaying on.

Rules/Headcanons under the break!

This is a limited time Past Version of Agent Jones' for Fortnite Chapter 2 Remix, brought to you by the guy behind Official John Jones! This version still works at the IO, but something has gone wrong with time...

Rules:

You all know the drill, no NSFW, I'm an adult, and let's play nice together and keep any potential vitrol in-character. Let's have fun with this!

[traces-of-a-luminary]

21, 9 and 11

9. How do you feel about the various supernatural and anthropomorphic creatures on the island? Have you gotten used to them?

"I think the moment there was a giant muscle fish and other guys alike I got used to it. I dunno. They're basically just like us, they pose no harm." 11. What faction do you fear the most, and why?

"IO seemed like a lame joke, I never got them. Maybe it's cause besides Slone observing me, I didn't get affected by the IO's supposed terror. So y'know what I REALLY fear the most?" "The Last Reality. WHO KNOWS WHAT IF THEY JUST COME BACK?? I DON'T WANNA SEE WHAT THEY DO I'M CONETNT NEVER SEEING THEM EVER??"

21. If you were forced to fight in the loop on a team with three other people, who would you choose to take with you and why?

"My adventuring team of course. Rian, Lorenzo and Era. Simple." "Sorry for the lackluster answers, y'all. I got stuff to do. Log 3.. finished."

[officialjohnjones]

Hello, Tumblr! John Jones here, you may have heard of me. Formerly an Agent of the IO. Some even call me a legend. I captained the forces of the island against Doom, and now I stand ready against whatever threat might rear its head next, as leader of the Reality Warriors.

I keep tabs on the island, so if you need help, feel free to ask. I'm always ready to fight the good fight!

Just don't send me weird stuff, don't insult Peely, and we'll be square, cool?

TAGS:

Captain Jones Journal: In Character Posting

Jones Reblogs: Reblogs

Jones Ask Answered: In Character Asks

//OOC Post: Out of Character Posting

Note: I'll also be tagging posts as "Open" or "Closed" depending on whether or not they're free for anyone to reply to.

OOC Rules, Headcanons, Etc

Rules:

1. No NSFW Asks or Comments. I will not respond, and if I find it necessary, I will block you.

2. I'd appreciate hard language being kept to a minimum. This isn't a hard rule, but Jones will call you out on it if needed. He's a Cap now, he's gotta be a role model!

3. I do take acting in character seriously, so I will interact or not based on how I feel Jones would. That said, he is a pretty funny guy, and has watched from the outside of this world for long enough that he may be a bit meta sometimes.

4. I am an adult. Just to be absolutely clear and upfront. I don't mind chatting if you're a minor, but let's keep everything PG, and I will end the conversation if it gets too off-color.

5. IMPORTANT: I reserve the right to refuse to acknowledge any RP, ask or response, if I feel it doesn't fit with the world I've crafted around Jones. This includes character's going "godmode" attempts to kill Jones, etc. For big events, please try to work with me beforehand so we can both have fun.

Headcanon Information:

The idea is that I'm playing the original Jones. The guy who joined the IO, defected to help the Seven, rebooted the timeline at Slone's behest, joined the Underground with Hope, and is now Reality Zero 's Captain America.

1. We're told that his original reality is super unsafe, which is why he joined the IO to protect his family. I'm taking this to mean that the Jonesy in Save the World is who he was-- a Soldier alongside Ramirez and them who ended up protecting Homebase.

2. He joined the IO, and was one of their most loyal agents until the Zero Crisis. He couldn't ignore his conscience when he saw the state of the island, and defected to help protect the loopers.

3. Really, really misses his family, the Seven, and the other people who he's lost. It's why he's so attached to Peely and Hope.

4. Always has to be the hero. It's a strength and a flaw that Slone called out during the Cube Queen event. He's stepping back a bit to let Hope take that role, but it's still getting to him a bit.

[multipleoccupancy]

Theo was very much out of the loop, he had not seen Mary Vargas until that night and Sloane had evaded him completely. He did however recognise the two henchmen and had put two and two together after coming around. More must have happened to have got them all to the cabin in the woods but they seemed mostly unharmed and that was a victory for now.

He lead Chief down to the creek and was careful to help Violet off of his back. He knelt beside her as she washed her face and hands clean of the soot and ash and waited patiently for her to be ready to talk. Taking the time to refill the canteen as she needed it and patting her back softly as she suffered through the coughing fits. He took some time himself to clean his own hands and wipe at his face, enjoying the cool of the water against his bruise and jingling every now and again when he moved his still cuffed hand.

She explained what happened so quickly and Theo had been expecting more. He just blinked at her silently for a moment, frowning as he answered. "You don't gotta say sorry for somethin' Slone of all people did." He pointed out softly and looked over her carefully. "What do you remember in there? Did he hurt you?" He was glad he was dead, though Theo didn't know there was nothing left of him in the cabin yet he was sceptical of him not coming back. He had done it before after all.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 & 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 @multipleoccupancy

The fire in the trees. When Sloane had summoned the fire creatures. She nodded slowly. Andrea and her counterpart knew more about what happened, then. Klaus too, but she didn't want to put on him the burden of telling such a tale, so she thanked him for the water and gently told him to go help Andrea and his big sister. He looked at her for a moment, but then he listened and walked away.

"Ok," she croaked, her voice still broken by all the smoke and ash. She patted Chief's neck. Yes, he could do with some water, after that ride through the burning fire. And so could she. She was covered in soot and dirt, with a big mark on her face, right where Sloane's boot had been.

She followed him to the little creek, but she needed his help to get down from Chief. Once she was on the floor, she sat by the river and practically dunked her whole head in the stream of cold water. She felt a little bit more conscious when she sat back up, and she began to drink big gulps of water, coughing every time.

"It was the fire monsters," she finally exhaled, "it's what started the fire." Violet hadn't wanted to say that in front of Klaus. She didn't want to frighten him. "He summoned 'em in the cabin. I couldn't stop him, I'm sorry." She removed her boots and stockings, and put her legs in the water, before scrubbing her face to remove the soot. "He's dead now. Won't bother us no more."

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 32 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Nim tried to look chill about it when Skye got back but Skye could tell he'd been anxiously waiting the whole time.

Nim had a point, Skye supposed.

Their time apart hadn't been the same for both of them.

It had impacted Skye's life in a major way this whole time but he hadn't really felt it.

He hadn't let himself. It was different.

They were also just very different people who had lived very different lives.

Nim had gone through that whole thing with having his mum taken from him and though they'd ultimately been reunited, Skye doubted that had fully healed the scars.

Skye had been abandoned by his own parents, unwanted and he was sure that had shaped who he was now as well.

It made sense that Nim didn't want the two of them to be apart right now but Skye didn't feel like he really processed relationships in the same way.

He almost felt like he needed a little space between interactions to really appreciate them.

Like if they were together all the time, he didn't get a chance to really experience the thoughts and feelings he had about Nim.

While the others talked, Skye practised steering with Harrison by pulling fist fulls of his fur on one side of the other.

Harrison could go pretty fast on four legs if he wanted to.

Skye was faster but he wasn't nearly as intimidating.

Bears were so cool.

Over time, some of the people who had been sitting around the firepit began to wander off.

Perry, Miriam, Sera and Everett went back to the ship and Duran went down to the beach with his friends.

Another man who had been there went his own way at the same time and then Slone wandered off, until finally the only people still there were Nim, Yore, Hamish, Skye and Harrison.

That was a far more reasonable number of people.

Skye didn't think there should ever be more people in one place than he could count and he couldn't count very high.

Especially not people.

People moved around and didn't often stand in convenient rows where they would be easy to count.

"I like you," Skye told Harrison, patting his furry shoulder.

"Bears are cool and I feel powerful when I ride on your shoulders."

"I like you, too," Harrison said.

"Nobody else wants to be my friend."

"Oh. Why?"

"I don't know. They think I'm stupid, I guess. And too big."

"Well, I couldn't ride you if you weren't big."

"Yeah. Nobody's ever asked to ride me before. I carried Duran and Fanner once when I first met them but that's not really the same I think. It was only because we had a long way to walk and their legs were tired. I don't think they really had fun."

"Some people think I'm stupid as well but I don't think I am. I don't think you're stupid, either. You can talk and that's pretty smart for a bear. Bears usually don't talk."

"That's true. I'm very smart for a bear."

"Do you want to be a courier?" Skye asked.

"We could be couriers together. I bet you can carry lots of stuff."

"What's a courier?"

"Like... a person who delivers things."

"Okay. That sounds fun."

"Yeah, it is. I'm really good at it."

Skye spotted Slone walking back towards them and he had a woman with long, dark hair with him.

Skye flattened himself against Harrison's shoulder to hide.

Was she related to Nim?

Her hair was kind of similar to Nim and Yore's.

"Hi, Dad," the woman said to Nim when she reached them, answering Skye's unvoiced question.

"It's been a while since I last saw you."

Nim looked up at the woman but he didn't bother standing from the log he was seated on next to Hamish.

"Well, you know where I live, Zunda."

"And you know where I live and you have a lot more free time than I do," Zunda shot back.

"Ah, yes, that's exactly how I like to spend my day," Nim said. "Basking in the collective disapproval of an entire pack of wolves. I know I'm not welcome."

"You've always been welcome and if anyone has ever said otherwise, I'll have words with them."

"You don't need to say the words. We haven't had a single conversation since you were five where you didn't try to change me in some way."

"Because I'm worried about you, Dad," Zunda said, her voice raising.

"My whole life you've been waiting to start living yours and you'd been doing it long before I came along. I just want you to be a part of the world we live in. That's all I've ever wanted."

"That's fine when you're five but at some point, I expect you to start listening. I can't just forget about and move on from someone who's connected to me by fate itself."

"At some point, you have to."

"I, uh, didn't tell her why I was bringing her to talk to you," Slone said, scratching the back of his neck. "So, uh. Y'know."

Zunda's eyebrows lifted.

"Is there something I should know?"

Nim stood and made eye contact with Skye before holding a hand out towards Zunda.

"This is my daughter, Zunda."

He turned back to Zunda, and gestured towards Skye.

"Zunda, this is Skye."

[dwinemaster]

Single AF but serious post

okay, I'm 66 about to be 56. i'm 5'3" maybe 5'4" on a good day. I havre no clue why "women" DM me. I'm not rich and NO i wont be your sugar daddy!!!!!

My main reason for this is why should i lower my standards just for a woman. I'm short and small in stature so why would i wont ro be with a woman who may not be astall or taller thsn me but who is much larger in profile? And why do my friends keep sugestion that's the type of woman I should be with.

So, I will not lower my standards even tough they might be lower than what some friensds think.

I honestly have been single for so longer and i don't know if i should be happy ot sad. I mean i don't have to answer to anyone and do what i want; but i do miss having someone to share my life with.

I honestly came to the conclusin I probably will die own.It's not that I don't have friends or family members but I forgot when any of them last checked on me. That's the saddest part of being slone,

[slonekaru]

I’m back with another question!! What were your top 5 moments in a BL.

It could be the moment you went from “I kinda like this show to I love this show so much” or like moments that made you swoon.

Wow this one is actually so much harder than favourite BL's of this year! (I also had to remind myself that it wasn't just sex scenes - bad brain)

Love in the Air - Riding (Episode 6)

So we are starting with a sex scene but lets face it that scene left me gobsmacked! Payu may have still been the Dom and in charge but he let Rain reward him for winning his race and take control.

The tongue lick, Rains dirty talk, Payu looking absolutely wrecked.

If I could get pregnant via watching TV, that moment Payu called Rain Naughty Boy, IN THAT VOICE, would have been it.

Then when Rain said he was riding, I was like, he's not, he's not, he is! OMG he did!!!

Cutie Pie - Marriage Talk (Episode 7)

The scene where they are in Lian's club and talking about marriage. I really liked the discussion in general. It's a popular discussion point in BL's now but I liked this one because it had one friend that took the role of 'why is it important you can still be together'. I thought it was important because friends sometimes say things like that without malicious intent they just don't think.

The other reason I love it was it was my intro to BounPrem. I heard people go on about them but had never watched a show with them in. As soon as I saw them I fell in love with their pairing. It was a revelation and I fell down the BounPrem rabbit hole.

I believe my thoughts were along the lines that Boun looked like a vampire (hilarious since I later found he wants to play one) and that Prem looked like he would be really good in bed (again - bad brain). I also like it because it has more PremBoun vibes rather than BounPrem.

Between Us - Boyfriend Talk (Episode 5)

This has been stuck in my head the last couple of weeks.

The fact Win leaves his bedroom door open for Team and that Team is comfortable enough to let himself in speaks to how their relationship is progressing.

But the part that got me was when Team asked Win not to see anyone else at that time. When Win doesn't reply, Team looks so heartbroken.

It must have taken great courage to ask for exclusivity when they are on such unsure footing.

Then the fact they both clearly want to date each other but aren't ready yet.

We Best Love: No 1 for You - Confess and Walk Away (Episode 5)

I love the We best Love series so much. I'm sad Season 3 has never materialised.

Shi De confesses to Shu Yi while he thinks he is asleep and later (after some intervention from a third party) Shu Yi confronts Shi De.

It's beautiful, they are just two guys talking and then Shu Yi says he never wants to fall in love with a man. The camera is focused on Sam Lin's face who is playing Shi De and I feel it every time. The way Sam Lin is trying to hold back the tears but still helping Shu Yu. It's so real. So, so very real. And then he tells Shu Yi to be happy and find a nice girl. So heartbreaking.

I will watch this scene over and over.

Kinnporsche - Apologise (Episode 13)

Lets face it, there were so many moments between Vegas and Pete.

Trying to choose one was so hard! Do I choose the post-credit scene, the sex scene, the talk about their fathers, Vegas being shot, Pete leaving the Main Family, Pete first seeing Vegas torture someone.

But ultimately I picked the scene behind the bar after Pete escapes the safe house.

Biblebuild were so amazing. Pete truly needed the apology from Vegas, he needed the breakdown. It was finally about Pete and not about Vegas like the earlier apology. Vegas is the only person Pete cried in front of during the series. And Vegas needed to truly understand how much he hurt Pete.

[azlovesem]

As long as thats not a skull n cross bones on your hat. I hate that symbol and those people. This biker affiliate named squeak was having a cocaine withdrawal. He needed more but had no cash. So he gives me an 18 karat gold ss skull n cross bones for a spot. I was rockn that dhit on my leather vest. Then he needed more a day later so i had a huge gold s ring. That with the gold chains are whybvops really started paying attention to me. Thank God Pierre is the funniesf fucker the cops rver questioned. You cant get viable information out of Tripstone Pete even if hecwants to tell you something. Then i meet up with him after to find out what the detectives asked him. He didnt even have a straight answer for my question let slone theirs. Basicslly it wasnt about loyalty at all. He just said how would i get thst bomb hadh anymore if they get you.

[rraakkee]

In my ongoing quest to make the cringiest FCs possible here's an AU I had brewing in my brain for a bit now, IO Oleander AKA IOllie until I can think of a better name

the gist is that the IO managed t catch n mind wipe Ollie so ze could forget about that whole going back to zir home dimension thing n be Doctor Slone's pet moth drone instead 🤗

[yrwnrsk]

what if,,,,, the turtles turned draxum into a decent human being,,,,,,,,