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[vampitsm]

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Juxtaformed

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A body descriptor (or presentation) for those who have bodily traits that are seen as desirable on their own, but due to being in 'incorrect' or 'ugly' combinations are seen as monstrous, deviant, freakish, or abnormal by the standards of cisnormative society.

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For Prompt 3 of Mogai Team-Up!

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[mobbothetrue]

nothing beats the highs and lows of extremely tense games of splatoon

[nhlclover]

YOU SHOULD PROBABLY LEAVE WILL SMITH

pairing: will smith x fem!reader

word count: 3.54k

summary: will finds himself unexpectedly confronted with his past when you reach out to him

warnings: set in the future-ish when will is a part of the sharks, angst, exes getting back together, drinking wine, heated make out that becomes briefly nsfw, unresolved ending, lots of worldbuilding, not a lot of dialogue

Will shut off the water, pulling the towel off the rack, and wrapping it around his waist. Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed a rag to wipe off the mirror that had fogged over with condensation. His reflection gradually emerged amid the dissipated steam. Fatigue and depletion etched onto his features as he gazed at himself. He ran a hand through his damp hair, feeling the weight of the day settling on his shoulders.

The grueling morning practice, compounded with the evening's game, had begun to exact its revenge. His right shoulder throbbed with soreness, and his calf threatened to give way under the strain. Though he had hoped the searing heat of the shower would alleviate his aches, it seemed evident that the team's physical therapist would be needed to ease his pain.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air of the apartment greeted him, a sharp contrast to the warmth of the shower. Will hesitated by his bed to check his phone. His thumb scrolled through the notifications he accumulated during his forty-five-minute shower, pausing momentarily when your name appeared, drawing his attention. Will clicked on the notification, pulling up your shared texts. His breath caught in his throat as he read the message, you asking to catch up.

Will’s mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions and questions, unsure of what surprised him the most. Was it that you still had his number after all this time and after everything that had transpired between the two of you? Or perhaps it was the unexpectedness of you reaching out, breaking the silence that had settled like a brick wall between you. Even more unexpected was the fact that you were seemingly in San Jose. Last Will heard, you were off exploring some islands off the coast of Australia.

As Will hesitated over the keyboard, both bitter and sweet memories flooded back. What would he say? How could he begin to untangle the tangled threads of your past? Despite the pain it might bring, a part of him longed for the connection you once shared. The wreckage of your relationship weighed heavily on his mind as he deliberated, thumb hovering over the keyboard. He knew better than to invite you over, replaying every scene from their time together in his mind. The shared laughter and intimacy were contrasted with the pain and bitterness of your breakup.

He remembered the early days when everything felt effortless. Your laughter was like a melody that he never got tired of hearing, every delicate touch of yours igniting a fire within him that he didn’t think would ever dim. It felt like you were safely together in the honeymoon phase, destined never to end. However, tucked away with those memories were also the ones from the end of the relationship. Shadows of unresolved arguments and eroding trust seemed to cloud the rose-coloured lens through which Will viewed those memories.

The break up wasn’t sudden, but rather the culmination of months of strain, the slow disintegration of infatuation as time wore on. You found yourselves trying to hold onto something that was slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. The relationship became delicate, the both of you afraid of shattering the fragile peace you clung to. You tiptoed on eggshells around each other, scared of setting off the ticking time bomb that was every argument. Everything soon began to crumble the longer you grasped at straws. Communication became strained. Trust, once strong as bedrock, became as delicate as glass in trembling hands. No matter how much you tried to rebuild and mend the cracks in the foundation of your relationship, it decayed in front of your very eyes.

In the end, you both walked away. The love never vanished between the two of you, but you stepped back because no matter how strong that love was, it couldn’t mend what was already broken. The relationship left behind a trail of emotional wreckage, something neither of you had yet to fully escape despite time passing.

As his thumbs hovered over the keys, Will felt the weight of the unresolved sitting heavy on his shoulders. Every unsaid word, the unfulfilled promise of love and the promise to stay. He knew that responding to your text would only reopen old wounds, feelings that he had tried desperately to bury were bound to bleed out.

The love that dared to remain despite the turmoil took over him. He longed for the familiarity of your presence, the comfort of your touch that he knew would be still burning like an ember. The ensuing chaos was inevitable. It was part of the prophecy written in stone. Chaos followed both of you wherever you went.

Against better judgment, Will’s fingers descended to the screen, sending you his address and extending the offer to come over, to which you agreed.

As he stood in his bedroom, towel clinging to his damp skin, Will suddenly realized the water droplets pooling around his feet, as he stood at the foot of his bed distracted by your sudden appearance. Hastily, he shed the towel, the fabric dropping to the floor with a soft thud, and he scrambled to clothe himself. Each garment he picked up felt wrong, inadequate somehow as if he needed to impress you with his clothing. He changed once, then twice, finally settling on the third choice, which was ultimately simply blue jeans and a white t-shirt.

Will quickly attempted to restore order to his apartment, a task long overdue. The once-tidy space had succumbed to the chaos of life, with the remnants of weeks gone by scattered haphazardly. Hockey had claimed the majority of his time, leaving little room for domestic upkeep. Will went from room to room, gathering stray articles of clothing and corralling them into the laundry basket. The dishwasher became a receptacle for the remnants of meals hastily consumed between games, the clatter of dishes echoing through the now-quiet space as he restored a semblance of order.

As he made his way to the bedroom, his eyes fell upon several articles of clothing strewn across the floor. He shoved all the articles of clothing into the laundry bin, then headed to make his bed.

Pausing mid-stride, Will found himself standing before his rumpled bed, a sense of absurdity washing over him. Why was he bothering to tidy his room? The question lingered in the air, a silent reproach to his futile efforts. After all, you wouldn't be seeing it… right? And yet, despite the logic of his thoughts, he continued to tidy the space, pristinely tucking the sheets into place.

Minutes felt like hours as he waited for your arrival. Apprehension gnawed at him. He knew there was a risk in inviting you over given everything that had transpired. But undeniable and unavoidable longing pulled at his heart, a yearning to bridge the mile-long gap that had slowly grown between the two of you. Questions pounded at his mind, threatening to bring on a headache. Was this the right thing to do? Maybe this would bring you closure? Or would this just reopen the old wounds that took Will months to scab over?

Every sound outside his apartment made Will jump to the peephole to check if you were outside his door. His heart pounded in anticipation, at the idea of seeing you. Part of the healing process for you resulted in removing Will from all social media. The only updates of him you received came through news of his hockey career, the only updates about you Will received were from friends of friends. He wondered how you changed. If you changed.

The delicate knock on his door pulled Will from his imagination. He didn’t even check the peephole, knowing that you were the only possible person who could be on the other side of the door.

When he opened the door and caught sight of you standing there, all uncertainties seemed to fade away. At that moment, there was only you — the person he’d missed more than words could express. The one he had been longing to hold, to talk to, to be with.

You appeared almost unchanged from the girl he had last seen two years ago. Your face retained its familiar features, now with a sun-kissed glow and a touch of maturity. Despite the subtle differences, Will felt confident he could still trace the constellation of freckles he once knew so well. The worn Reeboks, which he had constantly begged you to throw out cause they gave you blisters, stubbornly clung to your feet. Your hair, now shorter, fell just above your shoulders, making you look older. You had new piercings, a notable stud on your nose.

Her dad probably nearly killed her for that one, he thought.

Despite the changes, Will thought you were still just as beautiful as the day you met.

The door opened wider and you stepped inside, it clicking shut behind you. Will gestured towards the couch, silently inviting you to take a seat, which you did without hesitation. For a moment, silence filled the room, thick with unspoken tension. Your gaze wandered around his apartment, noting the familiar sight of old jerseys and team photos adorning the walls. Sensing the need to ease the atmosphere, Will broke the silence with the only words that came to mind.

"Want something to drink?" he asked. He attempted to sound casual despite his heart threatening to beat out of his chest.

You almost jumped at his voice, a sound you’d become a stranger to. Was it possible it had gotten deeper?

"You got wine?" you replied with a teasing lilt, a faint smile playing on your lips.

Will almost melted at your voice, a sound he’d become unfamiliar with. Was it possible it had gotten sweeter?

"I do actually," Will answered, a soft chuckle escaping him.

Despite it being a joke, you asked for a glass, and he poured it with a practiced hand, albeit into mugs as he had no wine glasses.

"You drink wine now?" Will asked, taking a sip of his own glass he’d poured.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, a sound that tickled Will’s ears. "I guess I do," you replied.

"What else has changed?" Will asked.

You paused briefly, considering his question. A lamp in the corner casts a soft glow onto the apartment, turning Wills’ blond hair golden.

"I guess a lot has changed since we last saw each other," you acknowledged. You swirled the wine in your mug, watching it slosh around. Will nodded, his gaze fixed on your face, noting all the subtle differences. You took his silence as a gesture that you should continue.

"I travelled a bit," you told him. "I went to Thailand and Vanuatu with my friend Gabby… on the way back I finally went to Germany like you said I should."

Will couldn’t help but let a small smile tug on his lips. He’d played in Germany at the U18s a few years back and once he’d met you, he knew it was a country you’d want to visit. He’d recalled the sights and the excursions he’d done to you several times, trying to convince you to visit the country one day. You’d told him you would, but never did before you broke up.

"And?" Will prodded.

"I loved it… just like you said I would."

Will always knew you best. He had an intuitive understanding of your unique quirks, being able to predict your habits with uncanny accuracy. It was as though he had a direct line to your thoughts. Your go-to order at the campus coffee shop? He could recite it by heart probably even after all the years had passed. The way you fiddled with your rings when you got nervous — something he saw you doing as you spoke — or the way you would braid your hair when thinking or lost in thought.

"And you?" you asked, turning the conversation to him. "What’s changed in your world?"

Will’s mood is briefly dragged down, your words a subtle reminder that the two of you exist in different worlds now. No longer ours, but yours.

Will told you about hockey, the one constant in his life. He told you about leaving Boston when he got called up to San Jose. He told you about Gabe, Ryan and all the other guys from BC and what they were up to. Friends you would’ve once called yours too, but you’re not quite sure you’ll ever call them that again. In quiet exchanges over refills of wine and shared memories, you began to realize how much you had both changed, yet how much remained the same between the two of you. You slipped into easy conversation, a nostalgic reminder of your early days together.

The wine disappeared as your stories spilled. It grew late, the hour slipping well past midnight, however, neither of you made the move to end the night. At that moment, the boundaries between night and day, past and present, blurred into insignificance.

Will draped his arm across the back of the couch, bringing his mug up to his lips. Your gaze instinctively gravitated towards his hand which sat mere inches from you, the closest you’d gotten all night. Your eyes traced the contours of his fingers, the veins in the back of his hand. Yet it’s his wrist that captured your attention, adorned with a familiar bracelet. The wooden beads had faded over time but you know it’s the same one. You shifted closer, reaching out, and thumbing the beads between your thumb and forefinger. A jolt of energy surged right to his core as your fingers softly brushed his skin.

"You kept this?" you asked, a little surprised that he hadn’t completely rid himself of every bit of your presence when you split.

Will’s eyes stayed locked on your fingers, putting his now empty mug on the table. "‘Course I did," he said. "Some things are too precious to let go."

Will didn’t mean for it to be a reference, but his words applied to both situations. The bracelet, a gift from you after you came back from a spring break trip to Costa Rica, had become a good luck charm for Will. He wore it in one match, having a multi-point game. During the next game, having forgotten the bracelet back in his room, his passes seemed to keep missing, pucks bounced off his blade, and he repeatedly found himself on the bruising end of crushing hits. He determined that it was the bracelet that had been the cause of his good luck in the first game, so he never took it off. Despite Will having subsequent bad games, the bracelet stayed. Even after you broke up, Will desperately trying to erase you from his life, memories of you being too much to bear, he kept the bracelet.

Will finally brought himself to tear his gaze away from the gentle pressure of your fingers against his wrist, meeting your eyes that were fixed on him. Your eyes, dangerously soft, spoke about a million words in a silent language. It was a look he was familiar with, one that hadn't lost its impact despite the passage of time. Amidst the intensity of your gaze, a sense of doubt crept into the back of his mind. Was this the right thing to do?

"It's getting late," Will remarked, though his voice lacked conviction.

"I know," you said softly. A beat passes before your whispered confession comes out. "I don’t want to go."

"I don’t want you to leave," Will admitted, his voice betraying the longing he could no longer conceal.

Reaching out, Will gently took your hand in his, the touch igniting a familiar spark. Your fingers intertwined effortlessly as if no time had passed. His thumb traces slow, deliberate patterns across your knuckles, each movement a silent declaration. With each caress, your heart quickened, the warmth of his hand sending shivers down your spine.

Your eyes flicked down to his lips, tracing the subtle curves that were faintly stained from the cheap bottle of red you'd shared. The dim light of the room cast shadows, accentuating the allure of his mouth, and a soft sigh escaped your lips, betraying the pull of desire that lingered between you. Will felt the tension mounting, his heart pounding in his chest as he met your gaze, the depth of emotion reflected in the depths of your eyes.

As if guided by an invisible hand, Will shifted forward, bridging the space between you until your faces were just a heartbeat apart. Will’s nose gently brushed against yours, his delicate lips hovering over yours as he cautiously gaged your response, waiting to see if you would retreat. When you didn’t, his hand tenderly cupped your chin, pulling you in until your lips collided in an all-familiar kiss. Your lips moved together, finding the rhythm that had once been second nature to the both of you, the pain and bitterness of the past melting away.

Your tongue delicately parted his lips, tasting the wine that lingered in his mouth. Will groaned into the kiss as he felt your tongue on his. His hand fell from your chin, going down to your hip, holding it tightly. As you detached your lips from his, Will's chest rose and fell heavily, his lungs aching from the lack of oxygen. Your lips traced a path of soft kisses along his jawline, up to his ear, teasing him with delicate nibbles on his earlobe. Will’s breath hitched in his throat, escaping in choked moans and soft cries. Will reached over, gripping your thighs and pulling you onto his lap. His hands went down to your ass, holding you in place on top of him.

Will placed quick kisses along your neck to where your pulse point beckoned, as you tipped your head back to grant Will complete access. He teased the sensitive spot, your moans vibrating against his lips. Every needy, seductive sound you made caused Will to harden underneath you. You felt him straining against his pants, pressing into your core.

Will scooped his hands under your thighs, lifting you off the couch. You trusted him as he guided you out of the living room and into his bedroom, all while not unlatching his lips from yours. Your back hit the soft comforter as Will gently lowered you to his bed. You both recalled the things that got you off. You remembered the way he got off on being praised, stroking his ego with your carefully chosen words, while he remembered that you got off on hearing every desperate noise that escaped his mouth.

As the night deepened, the air hung heavy with the scent of desire. Each breath you shared echoed with the rhythm of two bodies wrapped together, lost in the moment of ecstasy. Skin met skin with primal urgency, ripples of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. Outside the world slept, unaware of the passionate reconnection unfolding within the four walls of Will’s bedroom.

In the hazy embrace of dawn, Will stirred from his slumber, the first rays of sunlight painting the room in a soft, golden hue. His eyes fluttered open, landing on you curled into his side, your hand delicately resting on his bare chest. With a tender gaze, Will studied your features, illuminated by the soft morning light. Your face was serene in sleep, every line and curve etched with a quiet beauty that captivated him. He reached out a hand, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light as though afraid to disturb the peace that enveloped you. A tender smile graced Will's lips as he admired you, a wave of affection and longing melting over him.

Time seemed to stand still as Will's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. Memories once again flooded Will’s mind. He remembered the way your laughter used to fill the room, how your smile never failed to brighten even the darkest of days. Those moments had become distant echoes, clouded by the turmoil of the end of your relationship. However, at that moment, with you curled into his side, everything felt familiar again. The once-forgotten, out-of-reach relationship was now back in front of him as if no time had passed at all.

But amidst the tender moment, a nagging fear lurked in the depths of Will's thoughts. He worried that the blissful moment was too fragile, too fleeting and that it was moments from slipping away like a dream upon waking up. He knew that reality waited just beyond the confines of the intimate cocoon. Will silently prayed that you’d awaken and choose to stay, that the warmth of your embrace will linger a little while longer.

Will wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you into an embrace. You stirred slightly but stayed in your slumber. Will was aching to stay suspended in what felt like a stolen moment, something that didn’t belong to him and was on the precipice of being ripped from his grasp. Desperate to prolong the stolen moment, to freeze time and remain in the refuge of your togetherness, Will succumbed to the lull of sleep.

[moregraceful]

Saw an old picture of Cooch playing wordle with the sharks equipment manager and I have got to ask. Is he a word games guy. Was he pulled into it or do you think he instigated. Does he have a NYT games account.

There is no reason you should know but I feel like your augury will be closer than anyone else I can think of (or at least more fun)

WELL. He had a book club during the pandemic so canonically he can read and loves to share literacy. And Wordle is a good game not just because it works your brain but also bc you have a limited number of chances before you legally have to go to idiot jail, which for a man as chronically depressed as Cooch, it does feel like he would enjoy the challenge. I bet he has an NYT game account. I bet bro loves the honey comb one.

This is giving me a perfect excuse to talk about one of my favorite articles from Corey Masisak's tenure with the Sharks: the Sharkies' lil nerd ass bookclub. You may have read this already bc you've been in these trenches but here are my favorite excerpts. There's a lot of Reimer in the article and while I don't care for the man or his politics, he does have some fascinating insight into why the Sharks are cringe nerds (so much travel time)

He likes to share books with guys on the team!! He's the team librarian!! Drop your book talk Cooch I wanna see something. It actually tracks because every librarian I've ever worked with was deeply and chronically mentally ill. This is why we need more mundane workplace aus that aren't coffeeshop aus.

in my sexiest imagine, Logan is an extremo depressed burnt out librarian and Thomas Bordeleau is the guy who has to do community service due to getting arrested for idk stealing a doctor's prescription pad and starting a black market estrogen prescription economy. And now he has to just, teach Bordy how to read so Bordy can pull holds. And its not making Logan less depressed.

Logan Couture 🤝 Bryce Harper: reading pulp novels so they can get away from the horrors of being an athlete. Wait let me cook. What if I was an athlete who read copaganda novels and you were an athlete who read hockey romance novels...and we never even met

The thing about John Grisham, Jimmy Pat, and Lee Child is that the people who checked out those books the most ofte at my library were like 80 year old women, who would read approximately 7-10 books a week. From this we can conclude Cooch is an old woman. Do you think he does the kinds of fiber arts crafts you have to learn from a book and not a Tiktok

This excerpt isn't about Cooch but I feel its critical knowledge: Pickles hasn't read a book in at least 3-4 years

The real bomb we're throwing here is if Pickles doesn't read books but does do the NYT crossword puzzle every day and has a streak. I mean maybe he's doing like, my first crossword puzzle for kids, but EYE like thinking about him seriously working on the Sunday crossword for an entire flight. I would say he completes it perfectly but he made fun of Nick Bonino's ereader and made Nick got mad as hell and EXPOSED him

Words are still words you're SO right king. It's not about the format or the length or the type of book you read. It's about reading . Because to read, to use your words, to engage in the action of imagination, education, storytelling and build, is to live. And I include nonfiction in that. And also audiobooks.

Also thank you for your kind words about my augury, that really made me smile 💙💙🦈🦈

[hannahhook7744]

Can you please give me some happy/cute hcs for Sea Three?

They're a universal constant and find each other in every universe.

The three of them will always be together in every universe, regardless of whether it's romantic or platonic.

Uma, Harry, and Gil are a package deal. If you date one of them or are friends with one of them, you have to at least tolerate the other two.

The trio has at least one meal together every week. Even after the barrier is brought down.

They share everything. Including Uma's aunt Uliana ( I think I got this idea from @isleofdarkness but if I'm wrong correct me).

After the Shrimp Incident, Harry and Gil did everything they could think of to get the shrimp bits and smell of shrimp out of her hair. This may not sound cute but I remind you, the three of them were very smol and the two of them were using the crew's collective brain to find a solution.

In a world where they aren't dating, they are each other's wingman/wing woman (aka they will do everything in their power to help the other get a decent date).

They will hype each other up (or talk each other down from doing something reckless) if needed.

Gil and Harry helped Uma decorate her room on the Lost Revenge.

Harry and Uma have nicknamed Gil 'Sunshine' and they call his little sister, Gemma, 'Mini Sunshine'.

They get each other birthday gifts (I think this one is semi-canon).

Gil has a cat named Patchy that he rescued from his dad's hellion of a dog; it lives on the Lost Revenge. Uma and Harry didn't want it at first but he grew on them and the crew.

One time, while Harry was watching the cat it got out and he had to ask the Badun Detective Agency to find it, even though his sworn enemy works for it (Aka Harry Badun who is only considered an enemy because he refuses to use a different nickname). The cat was just chilling in a tree and Gil was never the wiser.

Speaking of pets, Harry has an old ass parrot he got from Evie's sixth birthday party that he named 'Mercuito' because he was the best part of the play Romeo and Juliet.

(They're all theatre kids).

Uma also has pets. Several in fact. Because as soon as the barrier was brought down, Uliana and the boys (and the rest of the crew) managed to get Greta and Cornelius the sea phonies from the sea phony club after their owner hightailed it to who knows where. Uma was so happy she nearly cried.

There's also her/the crew's sharks: Bartholomew, Fang, Bully, Crusher, and Meathead. They are the sharks the shark swim team swim with it.

Harry and Gil helped Uma name the sharks as kids.

They make stink bombs together.

Gil, Uma, and Harry all fixed up the ship together after Harry and Uma won it.

Harry got kicked out of Dragonball so he could attend Serprent Prep with Uma. He took Gil with him but Gaston hasn't noticed Gil hasn't been in any of his gym classes since.

Uma saved Gil from drowning once (in canon) and taught him how to swim along with Harry, and the rest of the crew.

Harry taught Uma and Gil how to draw.

Sometimes, if they're in extreme danger and need to get out quick Gil will pick Uma and Harry up and book it.

Harry invented the scammers and pick pockets club, and joined the croc wrestling club to fill his time when Uma is at work or at one of her clubs (Sea phonies club and shark swim team. She is the captain of the Shark Swim Team.) and when Gil is at his (Rat Trapping and Competitive Lifting).

They shit talk bad exes and ex friends together.

In the case they're not romantically involved and one of them has kids, the other two become the god parents.

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For other cute things about the sea three, look here.

[islandtarochips]

Call of Duty OC: Agnes "Blast" Falagi 💥

Commission Art by @sleepyconfusedpotato ⬆️

A crazy Samoan (and Tongan) girl who is OBSESSED with bombs and would explode anything in her path. She is one of the team members that Kanoa had picked for the rescue mission. If you need anyone to make some CRAZY explosives. She'll be the gal to do the job.

UNIVERSE: Modern Warfare/Modern Warfare 2/Modern Warfare 3

General:

💥 Name: Agnes Falagi 💥 Alias(es): 

Agnes

Falagi

Aggie/Aggy

Blast (by Kanoa)

Blasty (by Nigel)

Sergeant Falagi

Sergeant Blast

Sergeant B (By her teammates and close friends)

Little Yapper (by Callie)

💥 Gender: Female 💥 Age: 20 (MW), 23 (MW2), 24 (MW3) 💥 Birthday: February 11th, 1999 💥 Nationality: United State National 💥 Place of Birth: American Samoa 💥 Home: Utulei, American Samoa 💥 Spoken Languages: English, Samoan (Native), Tongan (Conversational), Arabic (Learning) 💥 Sexuality: Heterosexual 💥 Occupation:

Sergeant of the Army

Sergeant of the Warriors Task Force

Demolition Expert

Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) Specialist

Appearance:

💥 Eye Color: Brown 💥 Hair Color: Brown 💥 Height: 5’3”/160 cm 💥 Scars: 

Wounds: Stabbing wounds on her right thigh (by one of the enemies during the raiding into the Russian's base in Urzikstan)

Scars: Small scars on her knuckles and palms (cutting herself by accident when making the bombs)

💥 Face Claim: Teilor Grubbs

Favorites:

💥 Color: Black and Red 💥 Food: Manapua and Koko Laisa 💥 Drink: Mountain Dew 💥 Flower: Hibiscus and Teuila 💥 Hairstyle: Messy Bun (when she's off-duty) and Tight Bun (on work duty)

Affiliation:

Warriors Task Force:

- General Alana Kalani

- Captain Kanoa Toa

- First Sergeant Tiala "Shark" Toa

- Dr. Aelan Kalani

- Sergeant Nigel "Squirrel" Harrison

- Tama Nikau

- Special Officer Emma Tabua

Urzikstan Liberation Force:

-Commander Farah Karim

Specters/Team Charlie: ( @deeptrashwitch )

- Captain Alicia “Origin” Marchant

- Lieutenant Luke “Harlem” Michaelis

- Sergeant Jackson “Doc” Blackwell

- Sergeant Edward “Eager” Jackson

- Corporal Noah “Cobalto” Garcia

Mexican Special Forces/Los Vaqueros:

- Colonel Alejandro Vargas

- Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra

- Special Officer Alyssa Martinez ( @alypink )

Task Force 141:

- Captain John Price

- Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Sergeant John “Soap” MacTavish

- Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin ( @sleepyconfusedpotato )

- Sergeant Major Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton ( @revnah1406 )

- Sergeant Annabelle “Kit” Pham ( @applbottmjeens and later joined in the Shadow Company)

Para Special Forces: ( @welldonekhushi )

- Captain Arjun

- Sergeant Aditya Tripathi

- Staff Sergeant Yuvraj Chaudhary

Second Commando Regiment: ( @kaitaiga )

- Captain Lachlan Jones

- Sergeant Damien Whitlock

CIA:

- Station Chief Kate Laswell - Officer Alex Keller

Shadow Company:

- Sergeant Annabelle “Kit” Pham ( @applbottmjeens )

Personality:

💥 Myers Briggs Type: ENFP Agnes has always have that bright and cheerful personality! (all because she doesn’t have any TRAUMA) And she’ll always be the one to cheer her friends/team up whenever she sees them feeling down. She loves meeting new people and will be the first one to greet. But don’t let her fool you for behind that sweet smile, there is CHAOS behind it.

💥 Friendly/Welcoming: There’s a reason why the Captain gave Agnes the position of greeting new members. Because of her warm and welcoming attitude! Have that great friendly smile to let everyone know that she means no harm! (...maybe)

💥 Energetic: Most people kept asking of where did Agnes get those energy. Even during training she is STILL going. What is her secret? That’s for HER to know and for YOU to find out. 💥 Creative: Drawing is her hobbies and she enjoys it every moment of it. She usually draws in her small notebook whenever she gets bored. She’s been drawing ever since she was little! If you want her to draw you, she’ll definitely draw it for you. In exchange for any sweets you have!

Negative Traits:

💥 Chaotic (in an exciting way): Agnes has that thing of whenever she feels overly excited she won’t control it. It’s like a child is having a ZOOMIES. If she sees or even feels the excitement that might overwhelm her. She’ll EXPLODE and go crazy. (not literally)

💥 Talkative: She can talk about ANYTHING that peeps her interests. But the problem is that she CAN’T stop TALKING. The only people that remind her to be quiet are mostly her team or close friends. Because she respected their space so she’ll stop. But with everyone else? Good luck to them.

💥 Mischievous: You should know that both her and her buddy Nigel always have that mischievous thoughts in their heads. And when you saw that grin on her face. It means things are about to go DOWN.

Skills and Abilities:

💥 Fighting Style: Hand-to-Hand Combat, Martial Arts and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu 💥 Weapons: M79 Grenade Launcher, M16 and MK14 💥 Distinct Weapon: Diamondback DB9, Flashbang, Grenades, Pipe Bomb and Esee Izula Knife 💥 Special Skills:

Hyperthymesia: She has great memories. With every little detail she sees, she’ll keep it in her head. And will never forget. So don’t expect her to forget those embarrassing moments that she witnessed from you.

Bomb/Demolition Expert: Knows her way of disarming and creating a bomb. And even knows how to destroy things with other materials too besides using the bombs.

Family:

Malohi Falagi (Father, Deceased)

Mele Finau Falagi (Mother, Alive)

Safaia Finau (Aunty, Mele's Sister, Alive)

Pet:

Beauty (Agnes’s cat, Missing)

Trivia:

💥 Agnes is the ONLY child of the family. So she only grew up with some of her cousins and friends who she considered as siblings.

💥 Agnes started to love making bombs when she started to make fireworks with her dad when she was young. 

💥 She got the nickname “Blast” from Captain Kanoa Toa. Showing how much she loves to explode things with the bombs she had and create. So from her first impressions with him she got that name.

💥Agnes also has a thing for sweets. So make sure that you hide it before she steals it from you. And whatever you do…DON’T ask her if you want some. She’ll deny it and give you a warning look. She’ll share with you if she wants to.

💥Her parents had always called her a “Gifted Child” because of her showing about her memories. At a young age, Agnes could remember every single detail that was around her. And they are very impressed and proud.

💥Spoiled. She’s been spoiled by her parents. Always. But her attitude is not being a spoiled brat? Nah. Her parents may spoil her but her heart knows when to be thankful with her parents gifts. And she loved them very much deeply.

💥Agnes had went to jail once in America for making illegal fireworks. She had insisted to her friends that she can make some for their 4th of July celebration. But little did she know that she had created a BIG one. Causing half of the neighborhood on fire.

Backstory:

February 11th, 1999. Agnes had appeared in this world on an island that she had grown up on. With two parents who had loved her until the end. Ever since she had grown up from her home. Her parents had always made sure that she was loved. And would spoil her. Mostly from her dad. Giving her sweets most of the time which her mother scolded him. But Agnes is not like she’s being a brat of NOT getting what she wanted. She appreciates EVERYTHING that her parents give her!

Her family is a bit poor since her parents don't work but only get a little money from their other family who was supporting them. Her father was a pyrotechnician. Creating fireworks is his specialty and his passion. He told her that an old friend of his who came to the island from China had taught him how when he was running a shop. But it got closed down because of the complaint and the disturbance from people who were using it unnecessarily. So they had to close it and the man had to go back to China. Her father still loves to make it so he usually goes off-island to get some material and make it here at home. And one day, he’ll teach HER how to make it. Which Agnes was really excited about.

When Agnes became a Freshman in High School. Her father started to teach her how to create fireworks (somewhere in the safeplace where no one will get hurt or get burned). He also told Agnes that she should take notes since it’ll take a LOT of steps to remember how to make it. But she insists that she doesn’t need it. Her father just shrugged and taught her how to make it. And once the father is done and let Agnes take her turn. He was shocked to see how fast Agnes was doing and saw she had gotten EVERY single step RIGHT. He has no words on how his daughter even remembers EVERYTHING. So he told his wife about it and she was shocked as well. They did a little test on her about her memories and to their surprise she remembers every little detail of it. So they have called her a “Gifted Child”. This was in 2014 when she’s a Freshman after the summer.

In her Junior years, Agnes had been helping her dad with his shop and doing her homework which she didn't mind. She has a lot of energy to do both! So she’s not worried about having trouble sleeping. While helping her dad to close the shop that night. She saw him coughing so badly that it got to the point of him fainting. She quickly called the ambulance as they took him into the hospital. Her mother and her aunt came in rushing to see them. As they all sat down, the doctor had given them sad news that he has cancer. Which it really broke their hearts to hear this. Her mother was devastated at this news while her aunty is comforting her. Agnes also comforts her mother while trying to think of a way to help her family’s shop. But her father, who already knew the news, had insisted Agnes continue to go to school. In 2016 around October.

And when Agnes had become a Senior when School started. She slowly could see that their money was running low. She wanted to help out but what CAN she do? That’s when her prayer was answered when she saw the poster of a SCIENCE FAIR. With some good money that they are going to give out for a 1st place winner! She HAS to participate. So she already told her parents about it and wanted to do the fireworks for her project. Her dad would gladly help her with it. So the two have been working all day and night as Agnes took every single note of detail about making fireworks. And once that day had come for the Science fair. She had presented her project very well to the judge and her parents were there to see her presenting her stuff. She could see the judges were very impressed by her work and how detailing she had said. So they chose her to be the WINNER! Which her parents are very proud of! But it was too soon when Agnes received her reward, she could see her father had collapsed on the floor. One of the teachers had called an ambulance. She was scared and worried that her father’s time had come. This was in 2017 around March.

2 months had passed and her father had already passed away in April after that incident from the Science Fair. Leaving only her, her mother and her aunt. Agnes had stayed strong and positive for her mother as she worked hard in school. As she kept thinking about her father so much, she bumped into someone accidentally. She saw it was one of the judges from the Science fair. Seeing the woman in her army uniform. She smiled down at Agnes and told her that she would love to talk with her about the project she did. She doesn’t mind and tells her everything she knows about the fireworks. And then the soldier had given her a pamphlet about joining the army. Agnes read it through before she saw the title that says something about bombs and demolition. THAT had gotten her attention. The woman smiled at her and told her everything about being a bomb and demolition expert. They’ll even pay her high price as long as she serves in the military which Agnes was desperate for. The woman had given her before the summer started since she’s leaving on the day AFTER the graduation. So Agnes quickly ran back home and told her mother about it because she thinks it’s a GREAT opportunity to help with the financial problems that they’re struggling with. But her mother disagreed right there. She already lost her husband. She can’t lose her ONLY daughter as well. The Aunt also agreed with the mother but she’s also on Agnes’s side too. For they are struggling with money and most of their family are off-island. So the mother hesitantly agreed with this. Until the day of the graduation, Agnes had already talked to the woman before that day and she’s ready to go on the next day to join the army. This was somewhere in June in 2017 still and she was 18-years-old when she joined in.

Agnes has been serving in the army for only 2 months and had impressed her higher officers by her skills. Knowing every detail about disarming the bomb and how fast she disarms it. She’s also very creative on how to MAKE a bomb out of scratch. Planning which one fits best to demolish the size of any building. So they have put her in Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) Specialist. And she LOVES it there.

Until 1 month later, Agnes had gotten called over to join a mission that needed a demolition expert. And that’s when she met Captain Kanoa Toa. Explaining to her of doing a rescue mission and they needed someone who can make bombs to take down the WHOLE place with the cartels. After they get everyone and find someone that they are looking for. She gladly took this and helped him to take those cartels down once and for all!

After another month later, they have already made a move into the area while Agnes is doing her handy work of placing those bombs in the building. And once she heard the Captain tell her to pull the trigger. That’s when she pressed the button and exploded the WHOLE place down. She really enjoys the view though.

And then a few months later after that tough mission, she had received an invite from the Captain asking if she would like to join his Task Force. She gladly took it and was introduced to his sister. The Second-in-Command of the Warriors Task Force. That’s the name that her Captain had brought up. The one who he was looking for during that mission. So she had joined as being the WTF’s most fearsome and chaotic bomb maker in the TEAM!

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ARCANE SPOILERS

its clear that we arent shown or told who if anyone survives the shark bomb on the council

ive seen from a fellow user of tumblr that apparently the in German it there is a "half" making it "half your council is dead" even without that tidbit its pretty obvious that at least jayce is not dead - cait's new gun and bullet (which jumping back to a post i just made jayce becoming his opposite by making hextech weapons, the gauntlets are used as weapon but designed to be ones)

another tumblr post points out viktor right after we see savika fighting also if you pay attention it becomes clear that this is viktor we are seeing because its the same light&lightnight effects we see with his plant/hextech thing that kills skye

im still going to say that mel is dead becuase we only see action taken by her mother which would make sense if mel dies, mom takes over piltover / has reason to go to war

but i also think what if mom is going to war with something else. in zaun we only see enforcers we are used to and cait's strike team. we dont see the red cloaks and silver and gold masks shown with mels mom

[crowroboros]

the main echo cast and their splatoon mains. GO!

Oh fun, alright! I'll also put an explanation for my reasoning at the end. Really enjoyed thinking about this. This will be Splatoon 3 focused by the way, as it is the most recent game.

Chase Hunter - Octobrush (Suction Bomb/Zipcaster)

Leo Alvarez - Dread Wringer (Suction Bomb/Reefslider)

Jenna Begay - .52 Gal Deco (Curling Bomb/Splattercolor Screen)

Carl Hendricks - Splatana Stamper Nouveau (Toxic Mist/Crab Tank)

TJ Hess - Big Swig Roller Express (Angle Shooter/Ink Storm)

Flynn Moore - Custom E-Liter 4K Scope (Squid Beakon/Kraken Royale)

Bonus! Syndey Bronson - Custom Blaster (Point Sensor/Triple Splashdown)

Explanation time, spoilers will be mentioned.

Chase: Chunter mains Octobrush. The weapon cannot take fights head on due to having shorter range than many other weapons and thus has to rely on off-angles to get kills and take space or by poking with bombs from a distance. Chase rarely if ever wins a fight he's in one-on-one, having to rely on a distraction from people around him to get any sort of advantage. He also tends to avoid confrontation all together, usually running when faced with a danger like Duke or Brian. This works very well with Brushes as they are highly mobile when brushing along the ground which they use to escape situations that they would get splatted in otherwise. Chase is also referred to as having stubby legs that makes running not his strong-suit and that works with Octobrush specifically as it it slower in both its flicks and brushing when compared to the Inkbrush (though it is still faster than the Painbrush but I don't think Chase is that slow so it still works). Octobrushes tend to shark in ink, swimming around and popping up when an opportunity presents itself. So an octobrush user is often in swim form a noticeable portion of a match, which works great with Chotter who is an avid swimmer! Zipcaster may be the odd one out when it comes to this weapon being Chase's main but I do think it plays into all of the aforementioned traits with how Octobrush tends to use the special.

Leo: I might need to defend myself on this one but here me out. Leo is headstrong and very straightforward in how he does things right? He's intelligent but stubborn, rarely considering alternative options which can backfire on him. That is the Reefslider special. It is straightforward; Rush forward on an inflatable shark and explode. But because of that, it can be predicable and ends up getting countered a lot. Beyond that, Leo really does care for his friends and wants to be their protector. Originally I thought that a Big Bubbler weapon could be pretty good for that, but I think that Reefslider fits Leo better but also a main weapon like Dread Wringer also can cover that aspect. Dread Wringer paints an insane amount, which means that the team has a lot of ink to swim through, hide in, recover health, escape through, etc. It also is AMAZING at comboing with weapons like the Range Blaster or Snipewriter so it ends up working a lot with other weapons. Sharing the sub weapon of suction bomb with Octobrush can be representative of his relationship with Chase and how he sticks to the image of Echo, Chase, and the past.

Jenna: .52 Gal Deco and Jenna okay. I had a few ideas for Jenna, initially thinking of her maining a dualie of some kind but I just couldn't figure out which one would work best. Jenna is practical, self-reliant, and resourceful while also having a playful streak about her. She loves pulling pranks and joking around with her friends while still being generally supportive and helpful towards them even if she can come off as harsh at times. Also being a fox, she is rather mobile and fast on her feet. It's that last part that originally made me think of giving her a dualie, but I couldn't find one that I thought matched all of her traits. That's when I decided to approach it from a different angle. I started from her independence and worked from there. I started thinking of weapons that were very self-reliant, able to hold their own in fights, can paint well for themselves, etc. Then I started thinking about weapons that can be a bit playful and sneaky while keeping their mobility. And after a lot of consideration I landed on the .52 Gal Deco. The main weapon, .52 Gal, is a mid-range shooter that is pretty much the definition of a self-reliant and resourceful weapon. It is a very consistent two-shot weapon with a pretty solid fire rate, making it very reliable in fights while minimizing the amount of time it takes to kill so it can splat the opponent before it can get splatted. It can be a bit ink-hungry so the user needs to be resourceful and aware of their surroundings and their own resources to fully utilize the weapon's strengths. Curling bomb as a sub weapon gives this otherwise okay-mobility weapon much better movement, which the user can use to get around the map quickly and distract opponents. This weapon ends up playing rather fast paced and sneaky by using its range, kill-time, and curling bomb to move around the map to take positions that the enemy team might not be expecting. And then the special of Splattercolor Screen works as a smoke-screen of sorts, concealing your team from the enemy sight. That plus curling bomb allows for a bunch of mind games on where the .52 Gal Deco user could be at any given time, especially if they're running Ninja Squid.

Carl: This one was a bit more difficult to figure out than the first three but I think the Splatana Stamper Nouveau is a good fit for him. Carl is more laid-back and chill, so I didn't think a weapon that is very fast-paced, aggressive, and "high energy" would work for him. He also dislikes being the center of attention so in my mind that pushed me towards weapons that work well as an anchor in a team comp rather than a slayer or skirmisher or something. Carl also has a stockier build and for a time worked out, which made me think of Crab Tank. This narrowed my thoughts down to Splatana Stamper Nouveau and the Heavy Edit Splatling Nouveau. Both are strong, slower, sturdier weapons that play at the range that Crab Tank favors. I went with Splatana Stamper Nouveau over Heavy Edit Nouveau because Heavy Edit as a main weapon is much more fast and mobile and really likes fighting. Stamper Nouveau — unlike the vanilla Stamper — isn't as much as a fighter. It can still fight pretty well, it is a Splatana Stamper after all, but it plays more to support it's team by painting for Crab Tank to apply distance pressure and comboing with other weapons by using it's 70dmg charge slash or the aforementioned Crab Tank. Nouveau as a weapon brand also tends to make weapons based around art supplies, and Carl is an artist.

TJ: Okay TJ and Big Swig Express. TJ as a character is very altruistic and kind. He loves and supports his friends and I figured that a more supportive weapon would work very well with that. The Big Swig roller as a main weapon is focused on putting down paint for your team to swim through, heal, etc. And with Ink Storm also expanding upon that I thought that the Big Swig Express fits TJ's caring personality pretty well. It also is a weapon that doesn't fight much due to it's low damage, which I again think fits with TJ's personality. He tends to avoid conflict and often gets very uncomfortable when pressured by Flynn or anyone else. TJ is also very athletic, and the Big Swig is a faster weapon in terms of its flicks and movement.

Flynn: One I think is pretty self-explanatory. Flynn is proficient with a rifle and the charger class of weapons fill the archetype of sniper-rifles in the Splatoon games. I chose the Custom E-Liter 4K Scope specifically as a callback to Flynn's role in Jenna's route where he takes a position far back to aim his rifle on Heather at the dam. Kraken Royale is a transformation special that transforms the user into a large invincible kraken, in which the user can swim around and perform melee attacks to fight before turning back about ~7 seconds later. For Custom E-Liter, this allows it to protect itself up close. The main gun is very long range and has a very slow charge time. It is meant to take vantage points and snipe from a distance and thus it can't fight when rushed down. Kraken helps cover that weakness. Flynn does throw some punches a few times in the vn, though he doesn't always win these fights. I thought that this dynamic between E-Liter and Kraken represents that pretty well. Also spoiler. Flynn transforms into the Socket Man, a seemingly immortal entity that can rush down and kill things kind of like how Kraken functions.

Sydney: I think this one is also pretty self-explanatory, right? Sydney was rambunctious, loves to wrestle, was a big fan of things like ninjas and treasure hunts. Custom Blaster is a short range blaster that plays to its aggression and being able to get up to an opponent and hopefully hit its one-shot direct before the opponent can fire back. Point Sensor marks any enemy that enters its aoe, so the Custom Blaster player will know where that enemy is while the enemy won't know where the Custom Blaster player is. This allows the user to get up flank and get up close to either direct or use Triple Splashdown, which I mean looks like this.

The user rises into the air and summons two massive fists, smashing into the ground and creating three large explosions.

Custom Blaster has a very aggressive, fast-paced, up-close playstyle that rewards both rushing down your opponent and being creative in ways that you approach to compensate for your short range. It also is a weapon that favors gear with Quick Respawn, cause it ends up dying a lot.

[tuliprambles]

As someone who loves the suicide squad, as a concept, can someone explain to me what the hell WB is even trying to do?

It's like they really want the suicide squad to be a popular brand, something of their own to stand a chance against Marvel. That makes sense to an extent when Justice League bombed and the only recent movie in the DCEU that got a lot of praise was The Suicide Squad. But then I think about it and realize, that movie is the only piece of suicide squad content that actually understands what the IP is supposed to be about.

Between the 2016 movie, the video game, and the anime that just dropped, I'm left completely baffled. The suicide squad (or Task Force X, whatever) isn't meant to be this elite team of supervillains that take on world-ending threats, or even multidimensional threats. They're a group of criminals used by a corrupt government to perform top secret missions in a completely inhumane fashion. So why are we getting media where they get isekai'd or dimension hop to fight a bunch of Braniacs? It's just...weird.

The 2021 movie actually got this right! Waller sends the team to wipe records of America's involvement in a secret project where they running inhumane experiments regarding aliens. Peacemaker was the only one made aware of this, the team was used and exploited. That is the entire point. They're all expendable and nobody giving them their missions gives a flying fuck about them.

Ya know what else gets this right? My Adventures with Superman, of all things. That show is a full on Superman story that Task Force X just so happens to also be involved in. Somehow it understands the point of the suicide squad more than actual suicide squad media, and we've been getting a LOT of that. In the show, the government is so paranoid by the existence if a being as strong as Superman, that they start using kryptonian technology. They give criminals they have captured superpowers and make them hunt Superman down. Waller views the criminals in prison as expendable and doesn't care what she has to do to them if it means getting a mission done. It doesn't shy away from how disgusting that is.

Yeah uh we also just had a video game where Superman literally dies because King Shark and Captain Boomering shoot him enough times with kryptonite bullets. Remember that?

With the release of Suicide Squad Isekai I'm just left completely baffled as to what WB is thinking when it comes to this IP. I would say the only reason the 2021 movie was good is because of James Gunn, but now even a Superman cartoon can get the concept down perfectly.

And I didn't even mention Harley Quinn's characterization lately which is a whole separate can of worms...

[vampitsm]

ID in ALT Text.

Sharkrevived

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When one's gender feels like a dead shark or them being a shark was once cold and dead feeling, but it was revived by using xenogenders or any other means.

It could be specifically ocean related / shark xenogenders, but it doesn't have to be. It can simply be a gender feeling like/being a shark who was once cold and dead, but has been revived. Whatever the user feels like!

For Prompt 2 of Mogai Team-Up!

Pinterest Archive Post

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[blinktwicebaby]

Whumptober 2024

Day 6- unhealthy coping mechanisms

Fandom- thunderbirds

Also posted on ao3 here :)

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Drowning was a natural system, one that every animal on the planet was susceptible to in some way. Even whales gave up at the end of their lives and fell to the bottom of the ocean, water flooding their massive bodies and stopping them from going on anymore.

Sometimes land animals lost their way and fell into the water, screaming and thrashing until their tired bodies couldn’t keep their head above the water. They gave up because they had to, sometimes with hours of panic before their airways were blocked with water for the final time.

Sometimes they just went down too deep and couldn’t come up again in time to take a breath, doomed to their watery grave with only a couple of minutes at most with the certainty that they were going to drown.

Of course it wasn’t entirely grim. Other creatures in the water took the provided nutrients and they got to live on, at least until the water eventually took them too. From huge sharks to the tiniest microbes, the creatures in the water always won.

Gordon had seen three people drown.

He’d seen them struggling for their last gasps for air, taking in water where they’d desperately needed oxygen.

He’d seen the hope in their eyes dwindle to terror and fade to a blank, dead stare void of whatever identity they might have once had.

It happened twice in his stingray years; the first was a man named Thomas Uggins who tried to detonate a bomb underneath a cruise ship. They were supposed to bring him on board and arrest him, but he chose to drown himself instead of face the music. He died with a smile on his face that flittered almost immediately because of the current, his lifeless body drifting like a plastic bag.

The second was a teenaged boy barely younger than Gordon at the time, Gregory Axle, who’d fallen off a boat and been hit by the propeller. It cut partway into his neck and he bled out before Gordon’s team could reach him. He’d been face down in the water, the red still streaming from him. If he’d just managed to get his mouth out of the ocean, even a little bit, he’d have lived.

Neither of those had been a result of negligence, and there were plenty of brain damaged people in the world to prove the fatality of a life that a near drowning could inflict. It seemed that in some instances, death really was the much kinder alternative.

That’s what Gordon told himself at least. The sanctity of his work counted in lives opposed to livelihoods.

What about the crippling debts some families faced after emergency medical interference? Would they have preferred their loved ones deaths? Gordon didn’t think there was anything wrong with a family regretting a life, or mourning the person they’d once loved. Was it worse to live with the fact that he knew he was the one doing it to them?

Of course, most of the people he’d ever saved went home with a bad cough or a sore throat, at worst uncontrollable vomiting. Worse than the few who’d drowned, he also remembered the names of those few he’d doomed to new, harder lives.

Harriett Field. A girl who was pushed from her friend’s boat when she was 8. They’d abandoned her in the water and Stingray happened upon her by coincidence. Gordon did an hour and a half of CPR before she was put on oxygen in the ambulance, and she was still alive. She lost all conscious mobility in her limbs and was fed through a tube, and that was because of Gordon.

Johnathon Sanders. He’d had an allergic reaction while working on an electricity rig and Stingray was called out urgently. Gordon pulled him from the water, his lips purple and twice the size of his head, and given him an epipen. Water had trickled into his lungs and now he couldn’t breathe without assistance from a machine that cost thousands of dollars a month to run.

Anthony Pearson. He broke his back when his sail knocked him into the water so violently that he shattered his hips. He was still adjusting to a life without legs or function in his right arm two years later.

Felix Sellerman. Ahndeep Singh. Hillary Bethany Phillips. Roger Biller. Nancy Derwent. All of them were still adjusting to their new lives. Did they wish they’d drowned, or did they still know how valuable they were?

No. Even with the cost, the loss of limbs, the crippling medical situationships, it was better to be alive than whatever the condition of drowning made them.

The third person he’d seen drown had been a woman, Amanda Sorelli. He said she was a woman, but she’d only been 19.

He dived into the family’s 25 metre pool the next morning and ran his usual practise; a 1km warmup followed by intensive. The sun was peeking over the horizon, the orange and pink sky blotted with grey clouds that wouldn’t reach the island for hours.

His intensive swim consisted of all 4 strokes on repeat. Where his focus was usually on form, he decided that he was well overdue for strength training. Every recovery was fast, and every push was hard.

Kick off, six butterfly kicks, freestyle, stop at the other end. 20 laps, 30 seconds from one end to the other per lap. Kick off, split stroke, breaststroke, 50 metres with a turn, 20 times. Kick off, butterfly, one breath per lap. Kick off on his back, 6 butterfly kicks, lowest number of arm rotations per lap, if he didn’t match it or beat it he added two more laps.

He didn’t time his swims unless the pacer clock was needed. What he didn’t have was a real clock to tell him how long he’d been in the pool for.

The rain started tinkling down on him lightly, completely unnoticed. When it pelted down, disturbing the water and blowing light waves, he noticed but kept going. It was nothing compared to the ocean conditions he’d endured hundreds of times before. Not even the thunder brought him out. It eventually disappeared, fading into the background without his notice.

Freestyle. Two laps without breathing. Three laps. Four- his head started spinning partway through the fourth lap on his five lap pace and he threw his arm over the lane rope dividing him from the rest of the pool- the zone his brothers dubbed ‘the fun part’. His mouth didn’t quite clear the water when he took in a huge gulp of air and it delved into his lungs mixed with chlorinated pool water, piercing his lungs without any warning.

He curled into the lane rope and coughed harshly, his lungs hacking up the water with difficulty. He held onto the lane rope for dear life. When he finally recovered, his cheek was touching the water, his mouth sucking in air only a centimetre above it. He thought briefly of Harriet Field, brain dead but alive. She was quickly dismissed for Amanda Sorelli, who was simply dead.

“There’s a mission off Italy” someone called from the diving block.

Gordon kicked his legs lazily underneath him, hands still firmly on the lane rope. He’d had a go at everyone in his family at some point for doing the same, but this was different.

His chest felt frozen, like he’d been sitting outside on a freezing night. He could feel heat coming off his face and he was still heaving from the near drowning he’d given himself. It took him a moment to register what Alan had said and he shook the water from his hair. It probably didn’t improve his hearing at all, but it had become such a habit that he was convinced that it did.

“A mission?” He asked monotonously.

“Yeah, off Italy.”

Alan was sitting on the diving block with his bare feet hovering above the water kicking back and forth, a towel draped around his shoulders. The rain had reduced to a light spray that made his hair shine, but didn’t penetrate it to the roots.

“I’ll be in Thunderbird 2 in 2 minutes.”

“Scott’s taking this one” Alan said quickly, his lips curled into his mouth as he anticipated Gordon’s reaction.

As expected, he kicked his way to the diving block with venom in his eyes. He tried to pull himself out of the water, but immediately he fell back in with a splash.

He grabbed the rope instead and stared up at Alan with that same nasty look, completely ignoring the fact that his arms had just given out on him.

“He’s taking Thunderbird 4?”

“It’s an underwater rescue, so yeah.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me!?”

He sounded angry, but more than that he sounded hurt.

“You’ve been out here all day. Virgil saw you jump in before 5:30 this morning.”

“And!?”

“You’ve been swimming for 12 hours.”

Ah.

His eyes dropped shamedly and his mouth went under the water. Tiny ripples moved under his nose with every breath and his muscles started screaming at him for stopping. He grunted, the sound muted into bubbles.

“Come on” Alan said, reaching his arm down towards Gordon.

Defeated, Gordon took the hand and let Alan pull him up out of the water. He sat on the edge and Alan threw the towel from his shoulders around Gordon’s.

He felt heavy out of the water. With every effort, he lifted his legs and swivelled around so he was sitting on the dry side. Alan tugged him up and they stumbled back inside just as the rain decided to fall harder.

12 hours. Had it been enough?

“Was it a good swim at least?” Alan asked, opening the door for him.

“I don’t know yet.”

Alan laughed. “What does that even mean?”

“I’ll know the answer the next time I have to swim out to someone.”

Alan stiffened and his entire demeanour changed. His shoulders slumped sympathetically and his head cocked to the side, his fingers flexing and unflexing. Suddenly he couldn’t meet Gordon’s eyes.

“It wasn’t your fault. You did your best-”

“And it wasn’t enough” Gordon interrupted harshly, “I need to be better.”

Alan gaped at his brother.

“You’re an Olympic gold medalist! If you couldn’t get to her in time, no one could. Your best is THE best.”

“Yes, but I need to be better. Amanda Sorelli is dead… because of me.”

Water was still dripping from Gordon’s hairline. It might have been on purpose because his eyes looked shinier than they usually did.

Alan sighed. There was no getting through to him, and he knew it. Tracy stubbornness was next level.

“Scott said he’ll ban you from the pool if you keep beating yourself up.”

“Not beating myself up.”

Alan pulled a face that suggested he strongly disagreed with Gordon’s assessment. Gordon didn’t see it though because he kept closing his eyes tiredly, exhaustion pulling him from the adrenaline of his 12 hour intensive swim. He was dragging his legs and hardly seemed to notice.

He needed a shower, but there was no way he’d last through one alone.

Alan deposited him onto the shower floor and turned the stream of water away from him. He got it to a warm temperature before he turned it back. Gordon hugged his knees and closed his eyes. He might have fallen asleep, but once Alan had rinsed him and run shampoo and conditioner through his hair, shut off the water and draped a huge fluffy towel around him, he came to enough to stand up and hobble back to his room with Alan’s help.

Alan pulled pyjamas on over Gordon’s swimwear and dumped him on the bed. He’d probably get a rash, but that would be his problem.

He seemed to fall asleep somewhere between standing and lying down because his legs were dead weight as Alan slid them under the covers. He pulled the quilt over his older brother’s shoulders and watched him sleeping for just a little while longer.

He’d been so close to saving Amanda Sorelli. If he’d been a little bit faster, he would have made it and she might have come out of it unscathed. She also might have suffered irreversible brain damage, Alan reflected, and really which was worse?

But the answer was simple in his eyes. This could go on for days or weeks, with Gordon killing himself in the pool, unable to stand the fact that no matter how hard he trained, he would never save her.

Gordon didn’t know that Alan knew his phone’s password, and even though this might reveal the fact it was worth it. He turned off Gordon’s 5am alarm and put the phone on charge before leaving the room, aware that he’d have to do the same thing all over again tomorrow.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 17

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

You, your soulmates, and the gymnastics team all had a great time talking to each other. They had all been invited to the wedding, although Isa and Ila wouldn't be able to stay. Sarah, Katerina, and Elizabeth would definitely be coming, which you glad for. Yonce couldn't stay either, though she wished me all the best and demanded that I send her pictures afterwards.

None of you had eaten much as you still had to attend the soulmate dinner that night. And at the dinner, you guys had talked about the shark incident, but there weren't any leads on it. Then you had gone to Stephen and Tony's room, sleeping in between the two of them that night. You had felt just as warm and content between Stephen and Tony's arms as you had Bucky, Sam, and Steve's.

The next day was rather uneventful, which you spent with Loki and Thor. You sort've noticed what Elizabeth meant about strange people. Though there were the normal tourists and bathing suit clad people, there were also the occasional suspicious looking person, wearing long sleeved shirts and khaki shorts to their knees. Sunglasses as well, sometimes even a baseball cap.

Every time you noticed one of them, Loki would duplicate himself, turn his second personage invisible, and sneak up behind the said person to listen in to any conversations they might be having.

However, half of the time, the person was just a normal tourist. The other half of the time, he didn't know what language they were speaking in. So he'd get his phone and video record them to share with the group later and see if any of them knew what the people were saying.

You and Loki were rather tense and nervous, making it hard to enjoy the day, but Thor was relaxed and carefree. It made things a bit better. He was constantly being asked to take pictures with people, and he couldn't deny kids whenever they wanted to hug him. He was such a soft marshmallow.

You spent much of your time at one of the pools. However, once Thor got in the pool, you casually made an excuse to get out of the water. You were sure Thor wouldn't electrocute the pool- on purpose- but still, you didn't want to be in a body of water with an electrical God in it.

Loki seemed to be thinking along the same lines, casually getting out of the water to sit next to you while he kept a green mist going into the pool.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"Making the water electricity proof." Loki deadpanned, "So that if he does let out an electrical current, no one will get hurt."

"You're so sweet." You mumbled, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. He blushed a little, focusing on the water more.

"I like Elizabeth." Loki said suddenly. "She seems like a nice person."

"She's very cheerful, but she has a very active imagination." You said. "So sometimes I wonder if she just made up the idea of suspicious guys because she just thought they were suspicious to her."

"Well, Wong said one of the videos was in Chinese. Unfortunately, it was a dialect you doesn't know completely and he thinks he translated it to something about a 'bomb', so he's sending the video to someone named Shaun to see if he knows what they're saying."

"The last thing we need is a bomb." You muttered, spirits dropping. "Whose Shaun?"

"I have no idea." Loki responded. "I'm going to go out on a limb though and say that he's Chinese."

"Makes sense." You said with a grin, "Would it be safe to get back in the water now?"

"Yes." Loki said, sliding back into the pool as though to prove a point.

"There you two are." Thor said with excitement before tossing another child up into the air so that they splashed into the water. Luckily, he wasn't tossing them to high so they didn't get hurt.

"Having fun?" You asked with a grin. Thor scooped you up into his arms before tossing you a little bit. You squealed with delight before you crashed back into the water. After you came back up out of the water, you could see all the kids clinging around Thor. "Again! Again!"

"He's going to be a great father." You mumbled to yourself.

You watched with amusement as a little girl tugged at Loki, begging him to toss her. Loki looked distraught, before he finally gave in, tossing her just as high as Thor did. Immediately, he was being swarmed with kids that were still waiting for Thor to toss him. Loki looked terrified, almost falling backwards over his feet.

"And he will not be." A voice laughed next to you.

You nearly screamed, jumping seventy feet in the air. "Elizabeth what the fuck!"

Elizabeth giggled, standing there in a simple navy blue, one piece bathing suit. It was outlined with a neon yellow trim. Her brown hair was back up in a bun. You could see the line from vision, and the two other empty lines. Her own colour was actually a large mix of red, yellow, green, blue, and black.

The colours seemed familiar. "Where are those colours from?"

"Oh, Hogwarts." She said, blushing. "Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and then the Teachers are black. I just love the Harry Potter universe so much that my bond just shifted into basically at Harry Potter themed bond."

"You must have the most colours in a single bond." You said.

"Nope. Remember, Billie Eilish has nine in hers."

"Oh yes, that's right." You said.

"What's Vision like?"

"He is very attentive and detail oriented. He uses proper English and large words. You two will get along well. He has another soulmate, Wanda, who you already met. He isn't always in his robot, he also has a really hot human form if I might say so myself." You said.

"What's Wanda like?" Elizabeth asked curiously, swirling her finger in the water, letting it manipulate so that it started to swirl in midair before she let the water fall so no one saw her do it.

"She's very sweet. She might be the same age as you. She has a twin brother named Pietro-" You cut off, remembering Pietro's colour bonds.

"Pietro?" Elizabeth questioned.

"One second." You said, quickly hurrying over to where Loki had gotten out of the pool once again, sulking in a sun chair, avoiding the children that were now hanging all over Thor like a monkey gym. You pulled our your phone, texted Wanda where you were, and told her that you might've met Pietro's soulmate and if he could come over so that you could test it out.

Less than five minutes later, Vision- in human form- Wanda, and Pietro were there. Vision greeted Elizabeth with a kiss on the cheek, which made her blush, and then she introduced herself to Pietro.

Pietro grabbed his left wrist before introducing himself very enthusiastically. You were delighted that Elizabeth was going to get to spend more time with you guys.

"Guess I'll be college in New York." Elizabeth said, making a face. She hated New York. She much preferred warmer climates like Florida or Texas, and hated cities. She preferred being int he country or at least the suburban's. It was her dream to own a farm one day.

Elizabeth's mother came over, always the protective hen, to see who Elizabeth was talking to. Elizabeth quickly introduced the three of them to her mother.

"You know. That means that Elizabeth's soulmates will make Wanda a soulmate to her own brother." Loki said.

"It's the same with you and Thor." You pointed out.

"Touché." he muttered.

"Judge yourself before you judge others." You teased.

He gave you a confused look, "But I'm perfect."

You burst out laughing before kissing his cheek, "Close enough anyways."

Eventually, you guys headed back- though Wanda, Vision, and Pietro stayed back with Elizabeth- and you guys had your soulmate dinner then and there before you guys headed to the Karaoke bar.

Almost everyone there was part of your group. From your soulmates to their friends to the Guardians and their friends, Wakandans, Asgardians, and of course the few members of your gymnastics team and their families who were slowly intermingling with the Avengers.

Elizabeth greeted you, wearing an orangey-brown dress with black swirls over it, a drop down golden green heart-shaped necklace, and cute matching cowgirl boots that cut off at the ankle. Her hair was finally down and wavy, some of it pulled back in a top knot.

"You look adorable." You complimented.

"Thank you." Elizabeth said. "You look beautiful."

You were wearing a dress as well, in the shade of [Random colour]. You'd pulled your hair back into a ponytail and were also wearing cowgirl boots, although they were in a shade that complimented the dress and went up to your knees. You wore a [leather/jean] jacket over it, along with [gold/silver] bangles on your wrists with matching earrings.

"Do you have any songs that you want to sing?" You asked.

"Not really. I can't sing." Elizabeth said, blushing.

"Nonsense." You scolded, "Remember that party that Litzy, Trang, Kat, Awa, and I were all at and we did Karaoke in the basement and you sang Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainor? Sing that again."

"Oh? Okay." She said.

"Y/N!" Shuri's voice said excitedly. She came to a stop by your side, "Hi, I'm Shuri."

"Elizabeth." They shook hands. Then Shuri turned to me, "Okay so, me and you are going to sing I kissed a Girl by Katy Perry, got it?"

"But I've never kissed a girl." You protested.

Shuri wrapped her arms around you, giving you a nice kiss on your lips, which completely shocked you. "And now you have. Okay, see you later."

You gaped after her as she danced off to go and find Okoye.

"What the fuck just happened?" You asked Elizabeth.

She shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "Um, you kissed a girl? Er, well, a princess. And she kissed you."

"Who kissed you?" T'Challa's voice asked as he came up behind the two of you. Elizabeth's cheeks flushed red. Yours burned too.

"Er- Shuri." Elizabeth said.

T'Challa choked on his drink. "S-Shuri?"

"You'll see why later." You said with a bit of a smile.

Peter Quil was singing Come and Get your love. He actually wasn't that bad to be honest.

Shuri was suddenly pulling your hand and you grabbed a microphone, feeling like you might throw up. Elizabeth might be able to sing. You on the other hand. . .

Shuri started out singing,

This was never the way I planned Not my intention I got so brave, drink in hand Lost my discretion It's not what I'm used to Just wanna try you on I'm curious for you Caught my attention

You joined in on the Chorus

I kissed a girl and I liked it The taste of her cherry chap stick I kissed a girl just to try it I hope my boyfriend don't mind it It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean I'm in love tonight I kissed a girl and I liked it I liked it

T'Challa's eyes widened as you continued to sing before he smiled, shaking his head, and downed the rest of his drink.

You and Shuri both sang the next part and the chorus together.

No, I don't even know your name It doesn't matter You're my experimental game Just human nature It's not what, good girls do Not how they should behave My head gets so confused Hard to obey

I kissed a girl and I liked it The taste of her cherry chap stick I kissed a girl just to try it I hope my boyfriend don't mind it It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean I'm in love tonight I kissed a girl and I liked it I liked it

And then you sang the last part of it by yourself before Shuri joined it for the Chorus. Both of you were dancing on the stage as you got used to singing on stage.

Us girls we are so magical Soft skin, red lips, so kissable Hard to resist so touchable Too good to deny it Ain't no big deal, it's innocent

I kissed a girl and I liked it The taste of her cherry chap stick I kissed a girl just to try it I hope my boyfriend don't mind it It felt so wrong It felt so right Don't mean I'm in love tonight I kissed a girl and I liked it I liked it

By the time you and Shuri stepped off the stage, you were feeling much better about this singing idea. You got Wanda and Nat together so that you guys could sing Obsessed by Mariah Carey.

Elizabeth took her turn, singing Dear Future Husband, which just proved that she was a wonderful singer, not to mention she danced perfectly to the song, making both Pietro and Vision's mouth drop.

"Oh, oh, Future Husband, better love me right."

And then she jumped off the stage to wild applause, throwing a wink at Vision and Pietro before sitting down next to you.

"Told you you could sing." You muttered to her.

She flushed, obviously embarrassed.

You, Wanda, and Nat went back up on stage to sing Obsessed, just as you had planned.

The music started, the three of you slightly dancing.

Nat started out.

All up in the blogs Saying we met at the bar When I don't even know who you are Saying we up in your house Saying I'm up in your car

Wanda was next

But you in LA and I'm out at Jermaine's I'm up in the A You so so lame And no one here even mentions your name It must be the weed, it must be the E 'Cause you've beem popping hood You get it popping

And then you

Oh, why you so obsessed with me (boy, I wanna know) Lying that you're sexing me (when everybody knows) It's clear that you're upset with me

It was actually kind've funny, cause there were several groups of people who were after you.

All three of you were singing the next part.

Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this You're delusional, you're delusional Boy you're losing your mind

It's confusing yo', you're confused you know Why you're wasting your time? Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex Seeing right through you like you're bathing in Windex Oh, oh, oh boy why you so obsessed with me?

Then you sang, Wanda first, you second, and Nat last before you guys went into the Chorus.

You on your job You hating hard Ain't gon' feed you I'm gonna let you starve

Gasping for air I'm ventilation You out of breath Hope you ain't waiting Telling the world how much you miss me

But we never were So why you trippin'? You a mom and pop I'm a corporation I'm the press conference You a conversation

Oh, why you so obsessed with me (and boy I wanna know) Lying that you're sexing me (when everybody knows) It's clear that you're upset with me (oh, oh, oh)

Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this You're delusional, you're delusional Boy you're losing your mind

You guys had a lot of fun with that song, the dancing, the singing background lines while one of you sang the main part. And everyone was loving it. Maybe when you guys were done being superheroes, you could start a band.

You took a break for a long time, until Elizabeth dared you to sing a song by yourself. Your soulmates naturally encouraged you to do so. You sighed, deciding to go back up on the stage, trying to decide what else you could sing. Ah, yes, perfect.

I caught you cheating You had the nerve to say you're sleeping Just not with her, but tell your friends That I'll be lost without you And I'll admit it Sometimes I miss when we were in it So I made a list so I never forget All the things I hate about you

Almost all of the girls in the crowd started to scream without excitement.

Ten, you're selfish, nine, you're jaded Eight, the dumbest guy I dated Seven, talk a big game 'til you're naked Only six seconds, and I had to fake it Five, you're toxic, four, can't trust you Three, you still got mommy issues Two years of your bullshit I can't undo One, I hate the fact that you made me love you

Elizabeth looked mad that she had let me sing by myself. She loved this song and probably wanted to be singing with me. So you grabbed a second mic and tossed it to her so that she could sing the next verse from the floor:

Your friends must suck if they think you're cool A sloppy drunk obsessed with his Juul Keep buying bottles with your daddy's money And I don't know how I fell for your shit You gross me out, now I've got the ick And I've got a list of why you don't get to fuck me

You could see her mother in the crowd, pursing her lips at the last word in that sentence. She was a stickler on perfect language and lady-like language. You could also Steve roll his eyes as you grinned at him. Now that Elizabeth had joined in, the crowd was cheering even louder. Apparently she was going to be very popular tonight.

Ten, you're selfish, nine, you're jaded Eight, the dumbest guy I dated Seven, talk a big game 'til you're naked Only six seconds and I had to fake it Five, you're toxic, four, can't trust you Three, you still got mommy issues Two years of your bullshit I can't undo One, I hate the fact that you made me love you

You and Elizabeth were jumping up and down as you guys sang the chorus, both of you really excited.

You made me love you You made me love you Ooh, ah How'd you make me love you?

And I'll admit it Sometimes I miss when we were in it So I made a list, yeah Ten things I hate about you

Ten, you're selfish, nine, you're jaded Eight, the dumbest guy I dated Seven talk a big game 'til you're naked Only six seconds and I had to fake it Five, you're toxic, four, can't trust you Three, you still got mommy issues Two years of your bullshit I can't undo One, I hate the fact that you made me love you

You and Elizabeth finished the song, nearly tossing your mics up in the air. The Karaoke bar had gathered a large crowd tonight and they were cheering now. All of your soulmates looked so happy and almost proud.

And then that was when the bomb went off.

[puckpocketed]

“wouldn’t it be cute if you formatted all your gif descriptions the same way” -> I’m breaking down the doors of the california digital newspaper collection with my teeth to find the broadcast date for this documentary -> omg irbe mention <3 -> THEYRE BEATING HIS ASS IN THE PAPERS pipeline is so real and true and beautiful. to me. I love how san jose sharks reportage has never once been regular !!!

highlight from "Irbe struggles, Sharks bomb: double-headed goalkeeper falls flat" By Mark Kreidler for McClatchy News Service. Originally published in The Santa Cruz Sentinel, Volume 137, Page 14, 9 May 1994.

In bold text are my favourite parts. And for future reference, I truly hope Askarov tortures us the same way Irbe did to Sharks Fans of Yore <3

The San Jose Sharks are one man, goalie Arturs Irbe. Arturs Irbe is two players, the courageous, risk-taking shotstopper and the loon In the teal jersey whose neck keeps snapping backward as hockey pucks fly past. Tough combo, the Irbe-Irbe split. And there is your Sharks season, in a wildly frustrating capsule. He was at it again at the San Jose Arena on Sunday, Irbe the evil twin, the sequel. Two days after posting an efficient 5-2 victory over the Toronto Maple Leafs to give the Sharks a 2-1 lead in the teams' National Hockey League second-round playoff series, the Latvian with the generous heart didn't make it out of the second period alive in a mortifying 8-3 defeat. Pucks flew past with a shocking frequency, and they came from everywhere, and they went everywhere, but mostly in. At the end of the second 20-minute set, Toronto had a 6-1 lead, and only a fan base as enthusiastic as the Sharks' would have stayed to the bitter finish, a loss that had "midseason throwaway" smeared all over it.

Even Irbe didn't stick around. Pulled by Coach Kevin Constantine in favor of Jimmy Waite at the start of the third, the goalie had had plenty of time to review the carnage by the time he emerged from a long, long shower. Verdict? "We lose, we lose bad." Ever so true. In playoff life, the Sharks are precisely as they represented through a 33-35-16 regular season: Up and down like the employees' elevator at work, and about as much fun to watch on the downside. And while the routine played decently through the first round, with a seven-game decision against Detroit, the Maple Leafs are nobody's idea of the collapsible Red Wings. Enter Irbe, who knows he is going to have to raise his game to keep San Jose in this playoff. Detroit was one thing, the Red Wings sputtering and misfiring just often enough to give the Sharks and their goalie second life, to say nothing of third and fourth life.

The Leafs? Call them somewhat less forgiving. They took control Sunday by beating up Irbe's teammates, crowding the net, blocking Irbe's view on at least three of the six goals they hung on him. Doug Gilmour just ate them up all the long day. All in all, noncompetitive. "All in all," said Sharks center Todd Elik, "awful." "You can't blame it on Artie," teammate Jamie Baker said. "He didn't have a whole lot of help in front of him. It was a group effort, us getting blown out." But the Sharks are Irbe, for better and, occasionally, for demonstrably worse. He certainly got no help on this day, but then Irbe is the kind of player who rarely helps himself. Seldom has a goalie put so much pressure on himself by leaving the net with such maddening frequency. Irbe's tendency to roam after loose pucks behind the net, out to challenge an oncoming shooter always runs the risk of costing the Sharks a cheap goal, and so it was in Game 4.

A 1-0 Toronto lead in the opening period became 2-0 at least partly because Irbe, regarded as one of the better-skating goalies in the league, left his goal during a wild scramble on one shot and then was prevented by the alert Leafs from getting back into position in time to stop Mike Eastwood's chipper. Two became three a couple of minutes later on a Dave Andreychuk slap shot, a total San Jose defensive breakdown; and after that, Constantine said, "the field of the game was changed." Translation: "We had to open up our offense," Elik said, "and we're just no good at it." That is how games become routs, and how goalies become goats. Irbe, hailed all season as the man who kept the Sharks competitive on nights they otherwise might not be, had no defense against the Toronto attack. He wasn't even close. "Way too many goals for me to say it was all lucky bounces," Irbe said. "I'm fine now. I'm relaxed, calmed down from it … But I have never been happy with my play in the playoffs. I cannot be satisfied with this." This message brought to you by Irbe the Evil. Come Tuesday, Game 5, the other fellow, the -one so depended upon, could fit in quite nicely with a San Jose plan to stay competitive because, as everybody following this team knows by now, there is never any telling what tomorrow brings.

[ladylooch]

Hi, can you please write a timo meier imagine about reader and timo having sex and reader fakes an orgasim at night and tells some of the wags about it next day about how she really fooled him with her acting, not knowing that timo and his teammates overheard everything, his teammates laugh at him and timo gets embarrassed and upset at reader?

Eager Beaver with Timo Meier

A/N: Sometimes I write things and I’m like lmao a man would never say this, which is why we all love it 😆 Hahahaha. Poor Timo just wanted to show you a good time after he got home! Why you gotta do him like that!? Literally!

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Swearing, Angst. 

Tonight, Timo is an eager beaver. He’s been on the road for a long time, bouncing around the  East coast. He came roaring into the bedroom when he got home, flipping the covers off your body and dive bombing your breasts. He spent time kissing along the swells, but then he was dipping into your pants with quick fingers that had you reeling trying to catch up to what was happening.

“Please tell me you are close.” He moans into your hair. His thrusts are sooooo slow. And you’re nowhere near there. But his breathing is picking up. And his moans are filling the air of your bedroom. And you think the right thing to do is to perform a little bit to help him out. 

“Yeah, baby. Feels so good.” You coo into his ear, tugging his ear lobe between your teeth. His jerky hips buck into you as you heighten your breathing, moaning his name and arching your back like you’re coming. Timo finishes inside of you, melting into your body afterwards. 

“I needed that.” He confesses, running his hand along your cheek. “It was too long of a trip. I hate missing you that much.” You smile, ignoring the guilt of your conscious that pokes at you for pretending.

He’s happy. You’re happy. No harm done. 

The following day, Timo is whistling as you and him walk into the Children’s hospital visit you both agreed to. A few other team members and their significant others are joining too. He is happy after being reacquainted with you and has an extra pep in his step at seeing some young fans too. The Sharks are filming the visit for a PR video, so both you and Timo get mic’d up when you enter.

“I think this is where I leave you.” He smiles, leaning down to kiss you. The boys are going to do room visits while the girls are heading to some arts and crafts time. “Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me.”

“I know. Me too.” You kiss him back with a little tongue that adds a bright glint to his eyes. 

“Last night not enough, eh?” You widen your eyes and laugh off the pinch of guilt. 

“Good night, huh?” Erik’s wife, Melinda, asks you.

“Ah, yeah I’m letting him think that.” You chuckle. You and Melinda have a good relationship and it feels silly to lie to her about something so minor. 

“Little bit of a show?”

“Eager beaver didn’t know how to wait.” You joke back. 

“Babe.” Timo calls urgently. “Your mic is hot.” You cringe, looking at Melinda who covers hers in shock too. You had completely forget. 

“Sorry.” You cringe, looking at the producer who shrugs like he doesn’t care.

“We can cut it out.”

You look over at Timo who’s cheeks are red and eyebrows pulled down in agitation over his blue eyes. Can the producers cut it out of his brain too? Shit. You open your mouth to say something and he shakes his head, walking off with the rest of the group to the elevators. You close your eyes, knowing him well enough to understand he is really upset. 

The day drags on, The kids are cute and you do your best to interact with a positive attitude. But all you want is to see Timo and explain. What you’ll say, you still haven’t figured out, but it has to be something to soothe him. 

At the end of the event, he is somehow in a worse mood than before while you’re walking to the car together.

“What the fuck was that?!” He snaps at you. “I just spent two hours being annihilated by the guys for that. In front of the PR team. And young kids.” 

“I’m sorry. I forgot about the mic.” 

“I don’t..” He trails off, hands slapping against his thighs as he keeps walking to the car. “I don’t know what to say.” He completes his thought when you’re both in the car. You try to reach for his hand and he pulls away. “No, I’m really upset. I’m going to drop you at home and leave.” His tone is final. He refuses to look at you on the speedy ride home. You get out of the car and Timo roars off behind you before you’ve even gotten into the front door.

It’s agony being at home without him. You have no idea where he is. Your heart aches for what happened this morning. You feel so awful about what you did last night too. Why didn’t you tell him to slow down? Why didn’t you show him what you needed instead of pretending everything was fine? Why didn’t you remember the mic they put on you literally two minutes before that happened?

The sun has set when the garage door begins to open. You set your glass of wine on the end table and turn to look over the couch at the door. Timo comes in with take out bags for dinner and a bouquet of flowers. You hide your face in the couch cushion, feeling completely unworthy of whatever romantic display he is about to do. He puts a hand on your hair, tugging your pony tail for you to look at him.

“I was really embarrassed earlier and I didn’t know how to communicate with you about why.” You rest your chin on the back of the couch while he kneels down to be eye level with you. His thumb strokes your cheek while the rest of his fingers caress your neck. “I missed you and thought I showed you how much last night. That’s why it was so upsetting. I can take the heat from the guys. Whatever. But not giving you that experience feels awful.” 

“I’m sorry. I should have told you, but you were so eager. And it was hot. I loved so much of that but I was also half asleep when you came in and…” You close your eyes, having a hard time seeing his forehead crinkle in worry. “It wasn’t enough.” You finish, not having any other words to describe it. He nods. 

“That is fair.” He leans forward to share a tender kiss with you. “Let’s make a deal to not do that again.”

“Never.” You agree, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He lifts you over the back of the couch, standing with you in his arms. Your ankles hook together at his lower back. The hug lasts for awhile, softly stroking each other’s back, leaning heads together and sharing a few more smooches. “I love you.” You say sweetly. He smiles, the corners of his eye crinkling in joy. 

“I love you too.” He murmurs. “Come see what I got us for dinner.” 

[thebiggestbobvelsebsimp]

Hellaverse oc’s I made!

Stitch, who has her soul owned by Alastor, but isn’t mad about it at all, and is best friends with him. She has a magic sewing needle and the thread glows green! She died in the 1950’s, when her husband who was awful to her caused her to snap, so she killed him, but in the fight to do so got stabbed with her sewing needle right in her heart. she always had it on her as sewing was her hobby, it was all he allowed her to do. Very kind and approachable, I love her so much! (Associated battle outfit she’d wear in ep 8 along with her weapons)

Whisp, my exterminator angel oc. She’s extremely dangerous and violent, only ever answering orders and being polite to Adam and lute.

Velle, member of the vee’s, and top alcohol distributor in hell. She has the second highest power level in the vee’s, only being topped by vox. She is a shark demon because she’s a… “big fish” in the alcohol industry, heh.

My succubus oc, red, who works for verossica mayday. She’s the nicest in the group, and likes the I.m.p, never being mean to them. She’s married to lixxian, my other oc. (Her human disguise)

Lixxian, or lix, who works for I.m.p. She is dangerous, yet only ever hurts targets. Can do hand to hand combat well, but prefers to use her hand-made glass poison bombs. She makes each one herself. Since she’s married to red, red gave her a human disguise so she can go to the human world with verossica’s team with her.

And lastly, my impsona, who I made on a whim but I’m proud of it! (And her human disguise)