#so so good

[lavender-rroses]

this is the vibe i think

[thecindercrow]

Severance 2.01

[ohlookitsabluejay]

Ah yes, ✨cranboo✨

thinking some cranboo design thoughts

[needlepine]

Happy Valentine's Day, wario cat community! 💞💞💞

[badninken]

Killer vs Hawkins

bonus:

[mischievous-thunder]

Pun intended.

P.S. It's just been a hot minute and Logan's skeleton already looks so done

[jjkyaoi]

the “you really hate me that much?” moment from one character in rivals/enemies to lovers ships will always be the most addictive drug

[itsscottiesstark]

EVERYONE SAY "THANK YOU GEORGIA"

[copepods]

today i am thinking about how awesome it is that joar said rain world is about every creature simply looking for food to survive, there being no larger societal motivations now that the ancients are gone. and then here you have the iterators, meant to guide the world past these instincts to something greater. but in the end the iterators are just as bound to their urges as everything else! the crux of the iterators’ plot is a simple struggle for survival over their most critical resource! is pebbles and moon fighting over water really any different than two lizards fighting over a squidcada?

[forbiddenwaves]

I can feel the angst coming

Liar Liar (Part 3/?)

🫧Part Three - Sniffed Out // <<< Part Two

🫧 Pairings: Commander Fox x Female Reader

🫧 word count: 2.4k

🫧 Chapter Summary: When the opportunity arises for you to see Whisky again, you take it with both hands. But as suspicion grows amongst the Corrie Guard, Hound wants to sniff out the truth.

🫧 Warnings: Safe for work, more lying, slight angst, sad and guilty Fox.

“I need you to take this to the hangar and give it to the officer in charge when you get the chance.”

You barely heard the rest of Thorn’s sentence before your brain jumped at the opportunity laid out before you like a gift from the Maker themselves.

“I’ll do it!” you blurted out, practically leaping to your feet.

Every trooper in the room turned to stare at you. Stone and Thorn exchanged a glance, while Hound raised an eyebrow in mild amusement. From his desk, Fox, who had been focused on his holoreports, was now staring directly at you, visor unmoving.

“…Aren’t you busy here?” Thorn asked after a beat, skepticism lacing his tone.

“She can do it,” Stone cut in, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. “I’ll hold down the fort.”

“No, you won’t,” Fox said flatly.

Stone, still lounging like he owned the place, rolled his eyes and mouthed the words back in an exaggerated imitation. You bit your cheek to keep from laughing.

Thorn hesitated before ultimately shrugging and handing you the file. “Alright, knock yourself out. Just don’t disappear on us.”

You grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Commander.”

As you leave, rather eagerly and with a bounce in your step, it isn’t long after until Fox stands up and is ready to leave too.

“And where exactly are you going?” Thorn asked, arms crossing as Fox passed him.

“I’m heading to the Senate,” Fox replied smoothly.

Thorn tilted his helmet at him, unimpressed. “You haven’t received a transmission to go.”

Fox hesitated—just for a fraction of a second—before replying, “I was asked to attend yesterday by the Chancellor himself, if you must know.”

Thorn still didn’t look convinced. “Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Be my guest.” With a dramatic flourish, he gestured toward the door. “Please. Don’t let me stop you.”

Fox grumbled something under his breath before striding out, the door hissing shut behind him.

The second he was gone, Thorn turned back to the group. “Okay, what the kriff was that?”

“Not a clue,” Stone said, propping his boots up on the nearest control panel. “Though, I did hear something interesting.”

Thorn raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Stone’s smirk deepened. “Apparently, Fox apologised to her last night.”

That got everyone’s attention.

“Fox? Apologised? ” Thire repeated, skeptical.

“That’s what I heard,” Stone said with a shrug. “One of the boys saw them talking— laughing , even.” He pointed at Thorn. “And when’s the last time you saw Fox laugh?”

Thorn hummed in thought, but before he could answer, Hound, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up.

“I think they’re seeing each other.”

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

Stone burst out laughing. “Oh yeah? Does she know that? ”

Thire snorted, shaking his head. “Come on, Hound, you really think Fox of all people is sneaking around with someone?”

Hound crossed his arms. “I’m just saying—she was acting giddy all morning, went out of her way to keep his caf warm, and now she’s jumping at the chance to head to the hangar the second an opportunity presents itself.”

“She’d do that for any of us,” Thorn pointed out. “She’s always been that way.”

“Alright, maybe,” Hound admitted. “But isn’t it weird how she leaves, and then he just happens to leave right after?”

“Maybe he actually was called to the Senate,” Thire offered.

Hound shook his head. “Fox never leaves without a direct transmission. And he sure as hell doesn’t look that flustered unless something’s up.”

Stone, still grinning, gave a lazy shrug. “Or maybe he’s just finally losing it. Wouldn’t be surprising.”

“Wouldn’t be surprising if you lost it,” Hound shot back, pointing at him. “Still waiting on Fox to apologise for blaming Grizzer when you were the one who stole from the ration box.”

Stone gasped, feigning offense. “I would never —”

Thorn sighed, rubbing his temples. “Alright, enough. Can we please get back to work?”

Hound stood, stretching out his arms before securing his helmet. “Not me. I’m taking Grizzer for a walk.”

Thorn barely had time to argue before Hound was already heading for the door, leaving only Stone and Thire behind.

Thorn looked between them, unimpressed. “Can I expect either of you to actually do something useful?”

Stone just grinned. “Define useful .”

⋅───⊱༺  🦊 ༻⊰───⋅

You dropped off the document for Thorn and lingered around, your eyes scanning the corridors and stations absentmindedly. You’d expected to run into Whisky by now—at least, that’s what you told yourself. But after a few minutes, you started to wonder if perhaps he was stationed somewhere else today.

Just as you turned toward to leave, a voice called out your name.

You whipped around, and there he was. Whisky.

He jogged toward you, a mechanic helmet perched on top of his head, adorned in a set of mechanic gear. His breathing was heavy, as if he had just sprinted across the entire base. You couldn’t help but smile as your heart fluttered in your chest.

He was a little out of breath as he came to a stop in front of you, still catching his breath.

"Hi," you say almost breathlessly, suddenly reminded of just how handsome he looks up close. You take a quick breath to steady yourself. "You okay? You look like you just ran a marathon."

Whisky chuckles, catching his breath. "Yeah, something like that. Just had to get away from some...work. Nothing major." He waves it off with a casual shrug.

"So, you alright?" He asks, his eyes flickering over you before quickly darting around, as though he’s checking for someone.

You notice his unease and a wave of guilt washes over you. "Sorry, I... I can leave if you're busy," you offer, feeling like you might have interrupted something or perhaps read the other night's conversation wrong.

Whisky’s eyes widen for a moment as he realises how his actions might've appeared. "What? No! Sorry, I just don’t want my boss to catch me slacking off." He looks around quickly, spotting an empty room nearby. "Come with me."

A jitter of excitement stirs in you as he takes your hand, the warmth of his fingers sending a shiver up your spine. He pulls you into the room, and the door hisses shut behind you both. Whisky relaxes visibly once inside, letting out a breath as he flashes you a wide grin. "There, that's better."

"I was running an errand for Commander Thorn," you begin, trying to sound casual. "Dropped off a file and figured I'd see if I could run into you—guess I got lucky." You leave out the part where you were hoping to see him, though your smile betrays you.

Whisky grins, his eyes softening as they settle on you. "Well, I’m glad you did," he says, his voice low. "Because, honestly... I was hoping to see you again."

You blink in surprise, your heart skipping a beat. "You were?"

"Yeah," he chuckles, stepping a little closer. "You left quite the impression on me."

Your breath catches in your throat, and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. The moment feels charged, and you notice him reaching out, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. The touch is soft, intimate. His fingers linger a little longer than necessary but you really didn’t mind.

"So, what's been going on with you?" he asks after a moment, his voice quieter now, almost as if he’s asking something more personal.

You pause, wondering how much to share, but decide to be honest. "Funny thing... Fox, uh, Commander Fox, actually apologised to me today." You chew on your bottom lip, the memory of the interaction still fresh. "He was acting so strange, though... you didn’t have anything to do with that, did you?"

Whisky smirks, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "What makes you think I did?"

“Just because I told you he was quite a hard arse on me and then the next day he was all apologetic.” You explain. “But I don’t know, just a coincidence, no?”

He looks away for a moment as if considering it. "Well, maybe he's just starting to realise how important you are."

You hum in contemplation, considering his words but not fully convinced. "I don’t know about that, but... it was nice of him, I guess."

Whisky steps a little closer, his voice turning more playful. "Well, maybe he's just waking up to the fact that he’s lucky to have someone like you around." He pauses, a teasing lilt to his voice. "But enough about Fox. We were talking about you and what we should do.”

Your heart flutters again at his words, and you can’t help but chuckle. "Oh, really? And what exactly were you planning to do with me?"

A mischievous gleam appears in his eyes. "How about a walk? I know this really nice spot, and I think you'd like it."

You raise an eyebrow, teasing him right back. "A nice spot? Is that so?"

"Yeah," Whisky says with a sly grin, "It’s quiet, beautiful... just the right place for a little... conversation."

The flirtation in the air is undeniable and you could feel yourself getting hotter by the second. "Well, that sounds interesting. When are you free?"

"Two days from now.”

“That’s convenient because I am too! Unless a certain Commander needs me to hold down the fort.” You roll your eyes but excitement builds in you. Was this a date?

Before you can respond, your comm link buzzes in your pocket. You sigh, pulling it out. "Looks like I’m needed back at my station."

"Guess I’ll let you go then." He steps back, giving you space as you turn to leave. "I’ll be looking forward to that walk."

You flash him one last smile as you make your way to the door. "Me too." The door hisses open, and you glance back one last time, catching him watching you with that same warm smile.

Fox lets out a sigh of relief as the door hisses shut behind you, the tension easing from his shoulders. But the relief is short-lived as a smile tugs at his lips, the memory of your laughter and the way your eyes lit up lingering in his mind. He’d just managed to secure more time alone with you, and the anticipation was already thrumming in his chest. Yet, a pang of guilt crept in, twisting his stomach.

Fox ran a hand down his face, groaning softly. “Kriff, what am I doing?” he muttered.

He should tell you the truth, come clean before this went any further. But the thought of you looking at him differently, of that brightness in your eyes dimming… He hesitated, leaning heavily against the desk behind him. “I’ll sort it out,” he promised himself. “I just need a little more time.”

As he turned to leave, the door slid open with a sharp hiss. For a brief moment, hope sparked in his chest thinking you had come back. But the hope shattered instantly when his eyes landed on Hound, who stood in the doorway, arms folded and a smug grin plastered on his face.

“Well, well… Nice new gear, Commander. Got a new job you didn’t tell us about?” Sarcasm dripped from every word, and Fox felt his blood run cold.

He opened his mouth to explain, but nothing came out. He must have looked like a cadet caught sneaking out after curfew because Hound’s grin only widened.

“I mean, I always thought you could use a break from all that work, but I didn’t think you’d go full-time mechanic,” Hound continued, his voice teasing but laced with curiosity. Then, his expression softened, and he clapped a hand on Fox’s shoulder. “Look, if you and her are seeing each other, your secret’s safe with me. Honestly, good for you, Fox.”

Fox’s shoulders sagged, but the relief didn’t come this time. He looked away, staring hard at the floor, his jaw clenched.

Hound’s smile faltered. “What’s up? I thought you’d be happier about this. I mean, she’s brilliant.”

Fox’s mouth felt dry, the words sticking to the back of his throat before he finally forced them out. “She doesn’t know it’s me.”

Hound blinked. “What?”

“She doesn’t know it’s me,” Fox repeated, his voice low, almost ashamed. He ran a hand through his hair, the weight of his own words settling heavily in his chest. “She thinks I’m just a mechanic.”

Hound’s mouth fell open, and he looked at Fox as if he’d just grown a second head. “How? She has eyes, doesn’t she?”

Fox let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this. It all started at 79’s.”

He closed his eyes, the memory flooding back.

He remembered sitting alone at the bar, nursing a drink after you had told him the boys wanted him to come out and let loose for one. And despite attending, he still found himself wanting to be alone and just trying to forget the chaos of that week. But then he’d heard your voice, laughing and teasing your friend. It was the first time he’d heard you laugh, really laugh, and it made his chest feel tight. He’d watched you from the corner of his eye, the way your face lit up, how animated you were as you spoke.

Then, you’d looked at him, just a passing glance, but it was enough to knock the wind out of him. He looked away quickly, feeling weird for staring. But he couldn’t help himself, stealing glances whenever he thought you weren’t looking.

“I thought she knew who I was,” Fox admitted, his voice rough. “But she didn’t. She didn’t recognise me. And… I just went along with it. I didn’t think it would go this far.”

Hound’s face softened, his arms unfolding as he leaned back against the doorframe. “Fox, what the hell did you get yourself into?”

Fox ran a hand down his face again, the weight of his lie pressing down on him. “I don’t know. I can’t get out of it. I just keep digging myself deeper. She’s… she’s got this way of looking at me, like I’m someone worth knowing.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the air thick with Fox’s confession. He looked up at Hound, his expression conflicted. “I really messed up, didn’t I?”

Hound let out a slow breath. “Yeah, you did.”

Part One - 79's

Part Two - Reflection

Part Three - Sniffed Out

Part Four - Dreams and Nightmares

Or read on AO3 here for more parts

please reblog to support your content creators ♥️

Tags: @littlefeatherr @kaitou2417 @eyecandyeoz @jesseeka @theroguesully @ladykatakuri @arctrooper69 @padawancat97 @staycalmandhugaclone @ko-neko-san @echos-girlfriend @fiveshelmet @dangraccoon @plushymiku-blog @pb-jellybeans @nunanuggets @sleepycreativewriter @erellenora @zippingstars87 @ezras-left-thumb @the-rain-on-kamino @tentakelspektakel @stellarbit @tech-aficionado @grizabellasolo @therealnekomari @tech-depression-inventory @brynhildrmimi @greaser-wolf @kaminocasey @marvel-starwars-nerd @ladytano420 @ladyzirkonia @thesith @cw80831 @knightprincess @crosshairlovebot @the-bad-batch-baroness @dreamie411 @griffedeloup @501st104th212th99s @clonecyare88 @namechange-mykidfoundmyblog @mitth-eli-vanto @cloneflo99

[allphatauri]

URGEHHHFBFHHFDBSHSGXB

[tiredmoonslut]

Once again praising Kathryn Hahn, but this time for just how geniusly she was able to weave taunting and praise into one during that conversation with Billy. She might find his antics amusing and his naivety something to make a joke out of, but she is PROUD of him, because he's just like her.

Abandoned by his witch mother at a young age, ripped away from all that's familiar. He found the only way to keep surviving, just like her. And just like her, he feels guilty for even pulling it off.

Agatha also shows repeated, major appreciation for strong acts of magick. She may be a survivor first, but magick is her art form, her life's work, and she is very committed to appreciating it when others do it well. She was in awe of the Westview hex, so much so she flew there immediately just to ask Wanda how she managed it. She met Jen and had the opportunity to steal her power and move on, but she loved the work Jen was doing, and so let her be to continue that work. And now even though Billy tried to kill her, tried to toss her off the Road, she is so proud that at just ten years old he managed to skirt death (also a fuck you to the ex-gf she has so much resentment for) by possessing the body of a newly dead teen. He's clearly torn up by the ethics of it and the life he supplanted by continuing to live on, and she knows that, and is quick to defend him. Never let your choices make you feel guilty about your talent.

There's an argument to be made that she's also just trying to groom him to her worldview, make him see things in a ruthless light the way she does. And maybe so! But I don't think it's completely out of a desire to manipulate him. I think she genuinely thinks what she's telling him is good advice. She wants him to do well. And Kathryn managed to convey all of that in her body language alone. This woman I swear to god

[clowningcrows]

is it horribly cringe to pick your new chosen name based off of your favorite book character (who is also ftm autistic!!) or is that like…. okay

[normal-about-the-dca]

Moon from Love Death and Rollerskates by @spadillelicious! Go read it please, it's so good! This is crayon and glitter glue on multimedia paper.

[bold-embrace]

Hobieee ♥️♥️