#what are we calling it then...blackop?

[just-absolutely-super]

not animated oplita giving me batcat vibes

[biteofcherry]

Hi Eva! I’d like to enter the babe lottery! Figured I’d throw my own wild card out there with Lloyd😈 (I’m so sorry to my poor baby loml Jakey🥺)

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"Oh god, what's wrong with me?" You groaned, closing your eyes and resting your head against the wall.

"I don't think there's something wrong with you per se," your friend coughed to mask her laugh, "but with your pussy surely."

You opened your eyes to glare at her. She was a good friend, but also terribly delighted with your misadventures and suffering. Though you understood why she had such a blast at the moment, since you it was ridiculous even in your own eyes.

The company retreat was an eye-rolling concept in itself, especially considering that you were a private security company, often dabbing in blackops. You weren't working for some insurance firm, or pharmaceutical one that allowed their employees to act like college students on spring break.

But it since it was happening you kept close to your little IT team, feeling most comfortable around them and knowing that you all will stray away from the wild parties and stupid actions others could start.

You had your own silly antics, ones especially initiated by Jake. Who was a sweetheart and you suspected he had a crush on you (half of the team often gave you pointed looks about that).

Then, unexpectedly, your resolution to have your introverted kind of fun crumbled to pieces. Because Lloyd Hansen approached you.

With that playful smirk under his mustache, he goaded you to join his team for the party at the top floor of the hotel. You'd probably refuse, if it was anyone else inviting you.

The problem was that you wanted Lloyd to fuck your brains out six ways to Sunday.

He wasn't a man you should ever be interested in. He was a known psychopath, egoistic narcissist, lethal and brutal in his ways. He was also tall and built like sin, with the perkiest ass and hands you dreamed of having on your body.

It wasn't your reason that made you agree. Not even suddenly found want to party with the rowdy crowd.

It was your horny pussy that hoped to get railed by him at least once.

Not entirely void of wariness, you dragged your friend along with you. When you entered the top floor, the party seemed to stretch not only through the all-windows restaurant, but also corridors leading to two presidential suits.

You laughed at your friend when she squealed at the sight of the chocolate fountain. She ran straight for it. You were about to follow, sending nods of acknowledgement and smiles toward familiar faces from the other departments.

Before you reached your friend, however, a body blocked your way. Your gaze lingered on a wide chest then slowly dragged upwards, to the handsome face with a glow of sinister glee.

"I'm so glad you made it, Pumpkin." Lloyd grinned. "Here you go-" he thrust a glass of pink drink into your hand- "Hope you like raspberry flavor."

"Umm," you bit your lip nervously, using both hands to hold the delicate glass.

"It's just to help you relax a bit," Lloyd nudged you to the side, steering you away from the line of two loudly laughing men.

With a tentative smile, you brushed your lips against the rim and took a sip of the drink. It really tasted of raspberries. And quite a lot of gin.

Lloyd smiled at you and with a hand pressed to the small of your back, he guided you down the corridor, away from the masses.

"I'm not that stressed," you told him. "I'm just not much of a drinker."

"That's okay. One is enough. We won't force you to drink more." His words sounded reassuring, taking off some of the pressure, but there was something about his choice of words that seemed unsettling.

Then Lloyd pushed you forward still, standing right behind you and pressing his chest against your back. Heat ignited in your body at the contact, melting away a tiny voice of worry that you were somewhat trapped.

"Hey, Pronge!" Lloyd called out as he opened the door of the suite. "Come taste this sweetest Pumpkin."

[cheesecakeyuri]

@maopll @venusandsaturnsrings @yandere-daydreams @blackopals-world hey! I admire your writing work and fic on tumblr. I wrote this piece for a literature assignment not too long ago so I wanna know what you think as more active authors.

236,000 humans drowned this year. Do you mourn one? … I mourn all.

I’m responsible, named on the grave, cause of death: The harsh of the wave.

Is Poseidon to blame? No, it’s his wife! Amphitrite! Take note! This water is called she!

For millennia those men brave our rouges and our storms.

Millions lost yet billions borne.

Rán trawls her net over their boat thus yanking them into their final bed of rock and sand.

Ganga and Marina cry, their tears; typhoons

Eingana watches with mixed expression as she sees all her creation fight forces they can’t understand.

Mazu protects what’s hers, leaving the sanctity of her lagoon to do so.

Praised for beauty and poetry yet feared for the fact we she are of the few things one can’t command.

Those dead in deep water can’t be found.

The ocean leaves no trace, nor nothing that can save its face.

Families left, no peace for ones gone, unable to rest, it lingers in minds, a burden one cannot heal.

A wish to not be helpless, nights spent under the waves accompanied only by fish.

Over time it was a slaughter, bodies lost, souls gone, left to the sea.

What do they feel? The grains of sand or the teeth of a fish, The scales of an eel?

A body of death becomes a feature of new life.

A reef on the bones of the deceased.

The creatures do not know or care, It’s home now.

Their Thieves of remains, they desecrate the dead yet provide them purpose.

Perhaps they deserved to die? Men are not sinless creatures after all.

Especially considering how they treat us, isn’t that right Magwayen? they treat us with more than just spite!

How can they assume us to be kind when for centuries they’ve used us?

Sending fleet after fleet onto our surface and tipping their waist into our swash!

They have no right to treat us this way when the tears we cry are of the same pain

They doom our icecaps we so graciously froze just so they could come to fruition, I refuse to accept this!

How half of them refuse to take the blame while others drown

How they make shallow promises of prevention and change

yet you find those same mouths wet by lies of the above line

And those sinking cry why!

Hypocrites! all of them!

Notice how they call their most powerful, important, and feared things she!

Yet they call upon the husbands for safe passage through OUR waters!

They boast their achievements of deep-found treasure, but they turn coy at the mention of how they got there!

People are left to rot when the stem of their problems is of their own kind.

The lot of them are savage! Acting as gods pretending as if they too are not animals.

Everything in the universe is made from the same dust, and yet the humans audaciously claim they are of the most importance!

People beg us for mercy, to save them from their self-inflicted fate

They do this so much so, they forget they are the ones to blame!

We should send our rain and waves to condemn all for their ignorance!

Humans call the ocean treacherous and harsh! The foam of the waves is a sign of rough sea!

We will send raging storms, floods, tsunamis and even cause droughts!

All to make them fear us and come to terms with the fact they are ultimately powerless in the face of Mother Nature!

Mother! Not father! We will prevail in the face of man. We will leave them no time to even attend to the damage!

We will cull those who seek to conquer our home and make all who come after fear us!

Caging them inside a trap-like purgatory

They deserve it for all they’ve done to us!

The end of men! We will bring forth a matriarchy like no other!

No longer will we desire for respect and fame

Sing in Joy for the day of our redemption has come!

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Chapter 6 Part 1: Agmine Consectamur (We hunt in packs)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47442772

Previous / Masterlist / Next

5am

The briefing room was emptier than usual, with only the core group present, and Laswell on video-call. The Lieutenant and the three Sergeants had dragged their chairs closer to the Captain’s desk, alert in spite of the early hour, some of them with the help of a cup of coffee.

‘‘You are going to fly to the UN base in Adazi, Latvia. From there, you will be taken by helicopter to the North of Belarus, to the banks of the Dvinar river’’

Sergeant Vega’s eyes were locked on the screen, memorizing the journey depicted there on a map while listening to Kate Laswell’s voice. As usual, she was sitting on the left, with Ghost to her right. Those had been their normal positions for the last months, with Soap on the other side of the Lieutenant and Gaz next to MacTavish.

‘‘Once on the ground, you’ll move northeast towards the Russian border’’

‘‘We’re entering Russia?’’ Ghost asked, arms crossed.

‘‘Negative. The place we want you to investigate is right next to the border but in Belarus’ territory. We don’t have satellite images and the drones have found nothing, that’s why we’re sending you in. Our informants have said there’s a camp there, of whom, we’re not sure. The reports vary from a private mercenary group to arm dealers. In any case, we need to know.’’

‘‘What do they need to do, Kate?’’ Captain Price inquired, his hands holding a mug of the coffee he had brought from the mess hall for his team, given the early hour.

‘‘Improvise, mostly. The basis of what I need, is locate the camp, study the numbers, try to gather as much information as possible and come back in one piece’’

‘‘What’s the plan for RTB?’’ Riot asked softly, her eyes still studying the map. Laswell shrugged in the image.

‘‘Ideally, same way as you came. The chopper will get you at the river and bring you back to the UN base in Latvia. You will have to communicate ETA though, from the point where we’ll leave you to the coordinates you’ll have to walk around three to four hours avoiding roads’’

Sergeant Vega nodded, exhaling the breath she had been holding without realizing. She was nervous, but she hoped it wasn’t too evident. She had even managed to keep her knee in check, and she was completely still, holding her cup of coffee and her free hand on her lap. Nervously twirling the hem of her t-shirt, alright, but it was better than other days.

‘‘We are not sure of their nationality, but I reckon given the geography, you’ll find Russian speakers you could interrogate. You do speak Russian, Sergeant, don’t you?’’

As if she didn’t know. Riot almost rolled her eyes, but just clenched her teeth, looking directly now at the face of the woman to whom she had entrusted her life and sanity months ago.

‘‘Da ya govoryu po russki’’ (Yes, I speak Russian)

‘‘Good, that settles it… I need to speak with Sergeant Vega, gentlemen’’

Something in Laswell’s tone set Riot’s anxiety ablaze.

‘‘What about?’’ She blurted without thinking. Ghost didn’t move, but his eyes turned slightly to watch her. Her knee had started jumping up and down again. He silently spread his legs to press his left thigh against her, and the jumping slowed down, but didn’t stop.

‘‘It’s about the investigation on your old unit and Captain Rico, nothing of concern to them, Sergeant’’

The jumping started again. Ghost frowned under his balaclava, and looked at Price, who was observing Riot’s reaction and then shaking his head at Laswell’s image on the screen. Both Gaz and Soap were staring ahead, unsure of what was happening, but Soap’s knee was starting to jump as well, much to Ghost’s chagrin. He looked over to Riot again, and she was looking at him, eyes slightly wider. He didn’t need to hear her to understand, and his thigh pressed harder against her leg.

The disband of the HeadHunters BlackOps unit had been a well kept secret, so of course everybody knew about it. And everybody knew Sergeant Vega had been transferred from there, and that made people talk, and distrust. And when the news about an investigation of the commanding officer of the unit had spread, there were comments and looks and in some cases, plain insubordination. Price had booted at least two people from the unit for refusing to be placed in Sergeant Vega’s drill training squad. No one else had dared to complain, but it was clear they were determined to make her life more difficult of what it already was.

‘‘Sergeant Vega is part of our team, Kate, so it is of our concern’’ Captain Price declared gruffly. ‘‘No one is leaving so start talking’’

‘‘As you wish then… The investigation is getting closed’’

‘‘What?’’ Riot straightened up in her chair, her empty paper cup almost flying. ‘‘What do you mean, closed? Why?’’

Price and Ghost looked at each other briefly before returning their attention to the screen, where Laswell looked less than happy, but collected as ever.

‘‘Captain Rico made a deal’’

‘‘Cabrón hijo de puta (arsehole son of a bitch)’’ Riot swore in her mother language, and for the first time, her voice wasn’t soft, nor calm. Pure venom dripped from her mouth below her mask. ‘‘What did he promise to achieve that? Who did he sell?’’

‘‘That’s classified, Sergeant. Let’s just say, thanks to that all members of HeadHunters are free to keep serving or be discharged from the military without prejudice or fear of being prosecuted, such as Rico requested’’

‘‘He killed my men’’ Vega’s voice was back to her usual tone. Soft. Calm. But there was a pang of sorrow in it. He killed ME.

‘‘I know. He’s gone AWOL right after the deal, as half of the unit, so now they’re regretting it. I have eyes looking for him though. Just wanted to let you know that you don’t have to go in front of the investigation committee anymore’’

Riot looked like she was going to say something, but chose to remain silent. Price sighed and placed his mug on the table.

‘‘Alright, you lot are dismissed. Get ready for the trip, I want you on the tarmac at 8am sharp. Laswell, stay right there, I want to speak with you’’

Gaz stood up first, leaving the room muttering something about finishing some paperwork before leaving. Soap and Ghost left after Riot, with the lieutenant shooting a glance back at Price, who nodded at him, before closing the door.

‘‘Kate… there’s something else, I bet’’

‘‘There is. Riot was right, Captain Rico sold someone, but when we knew it was info we already knew, he had fled’’

‘‘Alright? So?’’ Price crossed his arms, sighing deeply and leaning back in his chair. ‘‘I have the feeling I’m not gonna like it’’

‘‘I suspected it before, and Rico’s words are not proof enough but… he declared to have been working for Shepherd’’

[saudade-mayari]

❄️anon. Sorry luna I did not clarify. I was hoping the reader an kakashii are of same age.. teammates but kakashi became a blackops much earlier than her and later when she becomes abbu she is placed on his team. Sorry it came out the wrong way. And I apologized if it is still against your rules....

Hi dear ❄️anon I am so sorry for the confusion as well😭 But no worries, I’m just cautious because I was already traumatized by some anons in the past. No harm done love💜

—but I missed writing Kakashi smut so here ya’ go sum thirst for my Kakahoes

nsfw under the cut, brat taming, anbu!kakashi, fem!reader, fingering and edging. minors dni. not beta read we die like men

a/n: PART II can be found here

“Everyone leave.” He commanded, dropping his sword and ANBU mask on the floor. Everyone made their way to the door, but when you were about to leave the premises a cold voice echoed in the area.

“You. Stay.”  He said. Plain and stoic, a direct command. You sighed. Trying your best to stay composed and calm. Kakashi slowly took off his gray vest, revealing his tank top and broad shoulders.

“What was that? Are you really an ANBU? Or you’re just stupid?” He finally said. Words sting like hell but you did it all out of adrenaline.

“It wasn’t intentional, Captain. I-“

“It was against my rule.”

“I know I can save him!” You said. Biting your trembling lip while the ANBU captain stared at you.

“Yeah you can but on what accord? Me rushing to you maskless? I said to wait and we’ll save the other, but you are impatient! You know how important it is to hide our identity behind the mask!” He retorted back which taken you aback. 

“Yeah right. Then later you are going to refer us as inconsequential. Yeah, save my ass.” You muttered which made the silver-haired ANBU slam your back at the locker area.

You are new to his team and the rumors about him being cold blooded Kakashi are not even true. You just proved that now, but you didn’t even knew why you let go of those words.

“What was that?” He said. Voice low and angry, almost a groan if you could say so. “Nothing.” You answered but Kakashi’s hands made its through your thighs which deliberately caught you off guard while his other hand cupped your chin, forcing you to stare back at his dark orbs.

His touch hurts like motherfucker but it’s all fuzzy now, his touch is overwhelming. Unfamiliar heat slowly building up in your body.

“Brats like you needs to be tamed.” He said. Slowly reaching the buttons of your gray vest to take it off.

“And the first thing you do is look at me in the eyes when I’m talking.” 

Kakashi immediately pulled you roughly at the bench, sliding down your leggings and underwear. His hands going slowly to your core, it was painfully slow but the feeling of ecstasy is all too much. The way his long fingers go inside and out and the way Kakashi had stared at you is filled with nothing but lust.

He pulled himself closer to you, making you a moaning mess as his thrust go faster. He kissed a trail down to your earlobe, softly biting it through his mask.

“Fuck Kakashi I-“

“You what? Brats like you don’t have the right to call my name.” He commanded, making his pace harder and rougher which made you arch your back. Your folds constricting and you feel your sex dripping wet just by his fingers.

“I said look at me, you little brat.” 

“Captain… I- coming..” You muttered with difficulty. Kakashi gave out a smirk from his mask, suddenly pulled out his fingers from inside when you are just close to releasing your juices.

To your surprise, he pulled down his mask. His fingers slid to his mouth, giving himself a taste of your juice.

He is edging you. Making you insane. Even the sight of his bulge from his cramped trouser was alluring, much more to Kakashi licking your sex slick and clean. Like you were his meal.

The dim lights making it hard to see his entire face but you knew how smug the silver-haired ANBU is right now. You’re becoming desperate of him and you hate it.

“You want me to fuck you like a little brat you are? Make you mine and make you beg for my cock?” He said, biting your earlobe again but not as gentle as before.

“C-captain.. please.” He then planted harsh kisses around your neck, leaving strains of red marks around the sensual parts of your body.

“I made it clear aren’t I? Act like a brat and you’ll be punished.” 

[boozedancing]

Brooklyn Black Ops 2021 Review

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[human-trash-fire]

Shot Through The Heart: CH4

I couldn’t wait to share the next chapter, so you beautiful humans are getting it early! As always mad shout-outs to everyone who is following along/ RB/ liking this fic <3 I can’t tell you all how fucking grateful I am for all of you. 

special thanks to @highqueenofelfhame​ for previewing the fic and making me feel like it’s worth it to write!

As always the fic is available in its entirety on ao3 glam_reaper2

** IMPORTANT NOTE: The header image is 100% what Rowan imagines when she takes a shot even though it definitely didn’t go down that way.**

******************************************************************************** Aelin:

Two weeks had come and gone since she had hauled the giant box full of goodies to the post office. Fenrys told her that mail was always delayed but that he was both excited and grateful they had sent them something. She made him promise two things: one, he wouldn’t tell the rest of the cadre that a package was coming. Aelin knew that they mentioned sending the boys something, but she didn’t want them to know when. And two, they had to open their care packages ��Yulemas style’ all sitting around, on Skype, so Lys, Elide and her could watch their faces/ get a chance to finally talk to them face to face. 

During those two weeks they continued their flirty conversation when he wasn’t on mission and away from his phone. She woke up nearly every morning to a text, and fell asleep texting him each night. After the first few days they had moved their conversation off twitter, they iMessaged back and forth and had exchanged Snapchat information so they could send each-other little videos and such. Talking to Fenrys was comfortable. He found a way to brighten almost any situation, and she found that anytime she was irritated recently he could always cheer her up. She kept most of her past private, and though he volunteered more intimate details of his life he never pushed her to share hers. It was nice, if she was being honest, even if this went absolutely no where she was so glad to have met him.

Fenrys told her stories about his friends too, Aelin got the impression that he was kind of like their glue. He was the youngest at 27 (apparently Connall was born 3 minutes earlier and had lorded that fact over him for as long as he could remember). Vaughn and Gavriel were both 28, Rowan was 29, and Lorcan (Elide’s new project) was 30. He and Connall had enlisted when they were 18, they attended training in Perranth and ended up qualifying for special forces at an unheard of 19. That’s when they met the others, the Cadre. Aelin laughed so hard when she found out that’s what they’re known as in the military world, she had thought she was just being cheeky when she’d called them so in their video. That’s also how Connall had met Vaughn. Apparently, he spent 4 years pining after him. 

>> So how did they end up together?

 << It was so obvious they were into each other but too ‘bro’ to say anything. Worried about “team dynamic” or whatever, because Gods know we didn’t give a shit if they’re together. Then one day we’re taking shots at a bar, Con is talking to some dude, I think he was honestly trying to get over his feelings. Vaughn sees this and gets mad jealous, slams a double shot of Johnny Walker, mutters ‘fuck it’ and storms right up to them. He grabs other dude by the shoulder, shoved him out of the way, and right as Con was about to say something he kissed him. We cheered, we all got entirely too drunk, and now here we are! It’s been 4 years and I’m so happy for them.

>> That’s fucking amazing, and honestly romantic! <3

The Cadre as it stood now had been the most elite team for 8 years, running blackops around the world. And tonight was the night she and the girls would get to talk to them for the first time. Aelin was so excited she could barely contain it, there was nothing more fulfilling than giving someone a gift in her opinion.

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Rowan:

They finally had some down time. Command had promised them 2 days, which was more time than Rowan had expected. They’d been running themselves ragged ever since they discovered Maeve was in country. There was talk about an intel operative gathering more information on her plan, but so far they hadn’t gotten the call Rowan had waited 5 years for. He wanted a green light. He wanted her dead. He was stuck waiting on orders, and had spent 2 weeks seething while they ran, in his opinion, bullshit missions up and down the sector. 

It had also been two weeks since Rowan had woken up to two instagram notifications. He had, in all honesty, forgotten he had the app. Work was his life, and he was never big on social media, but there they were. It was 0330 and he reached over, seeing the notifications he clicked and his jaw hit the floor. Aelin Galathynius had not only followed him but liked one of his pictures… The oldest picture there. What the fuck? He thought as he stared at her name right below the picture. This has to be an accident, but why would she be looking this far back? He didn’t really know how to feel about it. She was stunning, she was famous, and she was Fen’s date. She shouldn’t be liking his shit on instagram. She should even know who he was. 

He clicked her name.

There were hundreds of pictures, her with her friend’s, her with her dog, her with nearly every famous young person in Orynth. There were red carpet photos and vacation photos, little videos from different movie sets and links to fundraisers for various social causes. He didn’t realize he’d been scrolling through them for so long until Fenrys yelled at him for sleeping in. He quickly shut down the app and hurried off.

For the next two weeks he found himself going back to her instagram more that any healthy person should. There was something about her eyes, there had always been something about her eyes, since the first time he saw her on screen. They swallowed him whole, it was like drowning in an ocean of fire and- what the hell is wrong with you? Get your shit together Whitethorn. He chided himself. His mind was all over the damn place. Fenrys, as expected, hadn’t kept to his “no talking about her ever again” end of the bargain. Being his spotter he was with him nearly 18 hours a day, the boy never shut up. Apparently they hadn’t stopped talking, and Rowan caught him sending stupid snapchats or typing furiously with a shit-eating grin on his face nearly ever moment they were back with their phones. Everytime his face lit up, or he said something like “Aelin was saying…” he found himself clenching his jaw. He had no idea why, he was happy for Fen, this was his dream come true. 

Rowans jaw hurt.

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“Wash up boys, and try to look presentable, meet me in the office at 1700. Don’t fucking be late,” Fenrys said to them after training. It may be down time, but they all still met at the base gym for a few hours of PT in the afternoon.

“What the hell for?” Lorcan grumbled. Fenrys just winked and sauntered towards the showers.

1655 on the dot Rowan walked into the office, followed by Connall and Vaughn. The others were already there, Lorcan and Gavriel looking just as confused as he felt, and Fenrys with that insufferable grin plastered on his face. He had showered, brushed his hair, and put on possibly the tightest shirt he owned with a pair of black joggers. Rowan caught his eye and lifted a brow.

“Alright you grumpy bastards, grab a chair and come here,” Fenrys instructed while pointing towards the projector they used for movie nights. It had a camera attached to the top for more official calls with command, and they often used it to Skype their families back home. Skype was pulled up now, and they all found their seats in front of the screen. Rowan sitting towards the center chair that was left open for Fen. Vaughn and Connall had taken the two to his right while Lorcan and Gavriel brought up the other end. 

Fen was dragging a giant box out from beneath his desk when the familiar ringing began to echo through the room. He immediately dropped it in front of his chair and scrambled to answer the call. “Hello gorgeous,” he purred as the image on the screen in front of them came into focus. Once again, the cadre was floored. 

“Hello handsome,” Aelin winked. “Gentleman” she nodded to them all and stepped back. Alongside her sat Elide and Lysandra, smiling and waving at the screen. The men sat up a little straighter, and awkwardly waved back.

“Is it ready?” Aelin practically squealed.

“Yeah! Should I open it?” Fenrys asked, and Rowans attention shot back to the moving box in front of their chairs. No way, he thought. They had mentioned the possibility of sending them something but he didn’t honestly believe it would happen. Agreeing to come to the ball was already unbelievable, but a care package? The box was so big it easily could have fit a body. 

“One second. Okay so Hi, I’m Aelin, obviously, and these are my girls.” She gestured beside her. “It’s so nice to officially get to talk to you all! We’ve heard so much about you from Fen.”

Fen, she says. Like they’re close. Rowan’s jaw clenched again. He shook his head and crossed his arms, then uncrossed them because he realized he probably looked rude. He didn’t know what to do with his hands and was so busy trying to look nonchalant he was startled when he heard his name.

“Whitethorn!” Fen yelled, it clearly wasn’t the first time he’d called for him. “Say hello to the women and try and remember your manners.”

“Oh,” he cleared his throat. “Hey... I’m Rowan.”

“We know,” Aelin smiled, and Rowan was momentarily stupid.

“Okay, as much fun as official introductions are, Fen can you open the box? Inside it are smaller boxes with each of your names. Enjoy!” Aelin chimed. As Fenrys ripped open the box Elide and Lysandra started asking each of them questions. At the same time Aelin reached past the camera to grab 3 shot glasses and a bottle of Johnny Walker. Jealous Rowan thought. That was his favorite drink. Of course she would drink it, she looks like that, and shoots whiskey. Gods have mercy...

Fenrys passed him a large box, and when they each held their own he spoke again. “This is like Yulemas Ace, thank  you! Can we just tear them open or do we go one at a time?” Ace? How adorable. Rowan’s eyes found Aelin’s again, and it felt like she was looking at him, but it was a giant screen and that was nonsense.

“Oh, tear in! Fen told us a little about each of you so we tried to go with things you might like. I hope we guessed right!” Aelin’s smile was like the sun, as he looked down to begin opening the package on his lap Rowan felt a rare smile grace his own lips in response. With a loud cracking noise 6 boxes popped open, and the room was filled with “NO WAY”s and “ THANK YOU”s as the cadre tore through their gifts. 

On the top of each box was an Orynth Bane Jersey, they were all Ashryver jerseys (obviously) and stitched in the pro style. As he unfurled his he realised that the entire team had signed the jerseys for each of the men. He began shaking his head, this was already more than they could have ever asked for.

“The boys wanted to say thank you as well! Aideon and Ren got you all, and us, some front row, 50 yard line-” At that Elide made an unladylike snort, Aelin choked, and Lysandra glared. The Cadre was clearly missing something. Aelin cleared her throat in an attempt to recover, “50 yardline tickets. Whole VIP experience for the Adarlan game in November!” She finished, and that statement was met with cheers from all of them. The Bane was their favorite team, and while they had seen a couple games they never could have dreamt of what she was talking. Granted her cousin was the starting QB and “Ren” was his best running-back. This is insane he thought.

With the jersey, and tickets out of the way Rowan looked back into the box. Sitting right there was a bottle of Johnny Walker black label, 3 expensive cigars, a cutter, a lighter, and a shot glass that read “SSG Whitethorn reporting for Booty.” He didn’t know when he had started giggling like a school boy, but he was entirely sure he looked like an idiot. 

He looked up with his shot glass in hand, and stared at the screen. The others still had their heads in their boxes, but he was looking at her. “Classic,” he wiggled the shot glass “Thank you so much Aelin.” She smiled a soft smile, and nodded. 

He glanced around and saw his friends had all received a bottle of their favorite liquor as well, Connall and Vaughn were already lighting a cigar each while digging through the rest of their boxes. The smoke was sweet, and the room smelled of vanilla and burnt sugar. The girls were currently taking shots on skype and clapping when something new was unveiled or explaining why they included certain random things.

“Salvaterre!” Elide shouted. The tiny woman’s cheeks had begun to flush, she was clearly feeling the shots she had taken so far. Lorcan’s head shot up and she giggled, he sat up a little straighter, and she leaned into the camera. “There’s something a little special in there for you, you’ll know it when you see it. That’s from me. You’re welcome.” She winked and Rowan swore his friend blushed. The rest of the men had seen it too because everyone began laughing, and he made a note to try and figure out what exactly she’d sent that made him act that way. 

The next thing he unpacked was a pair of super lush running shoes, Fenrys clearly had given all their shoe sizes to the women because he was holding a $200 pair of black sneakers. It was beyond too much but Aelin looked so excited when they all started trying them on, the desert ruined your shoes. The last items in the box were something else entirely. A small stuffed hawk sat in one corner, it wore a nametag: Buzzard. He raised it and an eyebrow to the screen and Aelin started laughing. “Buzzard?” he asked.

“Indeed sir. Can’t tell you why though, it’s a secret.” She slammed a shot back “You each got a little stuffed animal to keep you company on the long nights. Since you can’t have puppies in the desert apparently.” He shook his head laughing, this girl was too much. Next to where the Hawk had been laying was a wrapped package. He lifted it up and was about to tear it open when she half screamed, “WAIT! Okay so, wait. This is my favorite gift.” She had everyone’s attention now turned to him. Fenrys was laughing, apparently he knew what came next.

“Oooookayyyyyy.. I’m a little nervous,” Rowan admitted. He didn’t like the spotlight on him like this.

“Well here’s the thing, as you can see everyone got their favorite sweets,” she made a sweeping motion at the camera. “Candy is an important food group, but Fen said you don’t like sugar or something. Which by the way is blasphemous. Anyways, I asked what your favorite food was and he said-”

“MEAT ON A STICK!” The entire cadre chorused, along with all three women on screen. They were all laughing like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. 

“But I couldn’t send you a kabob, so I figured this would be the next best thing!!”

He tore open the package in his hands. Sitting there were 8 bags of beef jerky and a packet of skewers. He started laughing  so hard, tears were streaming down his face, “Thank you!” he croaked between fits of laughter. 

After the gifts were all opened, cigars were lit and shots were poured. The group drank and laughed for hours. At one point the girls started playing music on their end, and the Rowan found himself singing along with everyone to Bohemian Rhapsody and watching Aelin dance on her kitchen table. It was the lightest he’d felt in years. Lorcan and Elide had exchanged numbers and he could see the girl texting him from the screen. Connall and Vaughn were in the corner in matching jerseys kissing and dancing to the music on the speakers.

They eventually said their goodnight’s, and another round of heartfelt thank you’s. As Rowan half stumbled into his bed he found himself still smiling and holding the small stuffed Hawk that smelled of lavender and embers.

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[crawgluvr4]

blackops dad dads you

Gabriel shows up to Deadlock Gorge expecting a drawn-out firefight, perhaps even a shot at putting some of their leaders in the ground. He had been setting up the sting for the better part of a year, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to attempt to punt that stupid cowgirl bitch right off the gorge for making his life hell for this long. It had taken a lot of underhanded bullshit to get Ashe herself to agree to come check out the goods, but he finally had her "word".

He wasn't expecting a lone kid to be his only reward.

The rest of Deadlock had pretty much abandoned the place by the time Blackwatch had arrived; Gabriel fumes over the thought of having to stop up whatever information leak had tipped them off. But for now he just stands, arms crossed, looking through the one-way mirror at the pathetic figure sat cuffed to the table in the interrogation room.

He feels Jack come in before he hears him, doesn't say a word as he takes his place at Gabriel's left, as usual. "Is this guy really the only prisoner you got?"

Gabriel sighs, lets his shoulders drop. "Yes. Ashe caught wind of the sting not long before we got there, and left this guy…" He taps the glass, bringing up the prisoner's info. "McCree. To take the fall."

Jack makes a noise of irritation. "Never thought she could be any more of an asshole. Does he know?"

"Yeah. After we had him surrounded, his call for backup went unanswered. I've never seen anyone crumple so fast. Didn't even have to use the tranqs on him, he just… let us bring him in." Gabriel's voice softens. "He's not even eighteen yet. Deadlock were probably the only people he ever trusted."

Jack squeezes his arm gently. "The Council are asking me to sentence him for a lot of shit, Gabe. He's killed…" he tenses. "a lot of people. And they won't look lightly on a member of a gang that's working with Talon, that’s for sure."

Gabriel turns to look at Jack, then, lips in a tight line. "He's a child. They would really do that to a kid like him? Ashe probably had him under her thumb for years, making him do her dirty work in exchange for room and board."

Jack brings his hand to his mouth, idly bites a knuckle. Gabriel knows his anxious habits, and feels it too. "I'm not going to do anything of the sort, you know that. But I can't let him go, and I can't tell them no, either."

Gabriel huffs. "You can tell them whatever you damn well please."

Jack just smiles sadly. "Can't see that going well for anyone. Way I see it, only way he'll get out of this is with an information exchange, and he doesn't look the type to have had that much information. And even then…"

Gabriel looks back at McCree again, still hunched over the table, slowly twisting the cuff on his left wrist. He has an idea. "Y'know, he did incapacitate a good quarter of my team before we cornered him. Kid's a damn good shot, pretty sneaky too. Reasonably clever given how he used the buildings for cover and calculated our areas of interest."

Jack narrows his eyes; Gabriel sees it in the faint reflection of the mirror. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"You always know what I'm thinking, idiot."

Jack lets out a quiet chuckle. "I just have to make sure. Somehow, though, I don't think you'll have as easy a time with recruiting this kid as you do with the petty criminals." He gestures to the profile still on the mirror. "He clearly has a lot of issue with authority."

"Wouldn't you, if you'd basically been raised in a gang?" Gabriel says, the corner of his lips twitching upwards. "Besides, I think you doubt how intimidating I can be when I want to."

Jack raises his eyebrows sceptically. "You've never intimidated me."

"Just haven't tried, my dear," Gabe responds. "Is this the official Strike-Commander seal of approval on my plan, then?"

Jack shrugs. "If you can manage to get him to sign a waiver stating he knows the risks of joining Blackwatch, and perhaps a few other signatures on some really hammed-up declarations of regret and whatever, then… Yeah." Jack pushes off the wall, straightening himself. "Get them to me sometime in the next three days. I've got your back."

Gabriel grins, elated. He hadn't wanted to admit how heavily the fate of this kid had been weighing on him. "Thanks, Jackie. You're a star."

Jack goes a little pink on the nose. "Anytime."

He gives Gabriel's shoulder a squeeze as he leaves, and Gabe is left with a soft feeling of satisfaction that moves between the two of them. He waves away McCree's profile from the mirror, straightens his back, and heads on over to the door to the cell.

Alright, McCree, he thinks. You're doing this whether you like it or not.

[flesh]

holy fuck ok let me explain what just happened

so my infusion center sent me an uber from my house to them, and the driver was weird and creepy as fuck an old white guy. hes talking about "black people and their anger problems" and how he was in the blackops for 12 years and he has a gun under his seat? so i'm just quiet and when i get to the infusion center, he just sits and waits in the parking lot for like almost an hour..so the nurses ask me um was that your uber driver? i tell them yeah and he was fucking weird talking about shooting people and shit and they're like oh no he is not taking you home. so they call "security" (it's a tiny little infusion center idk and they were just there for me and 1 other patient they're closed on weekends?) and the fucking cops show up. they do what cops do and they're like "we can't do anything it's a public parking lot" and leave, so he waits outside for another half hour

they try to call me another uber, he takes it, they cancel it. they try another, he takes it, they cancel it. so then, as a test, they try to call one for the other patient there, AND HE DOESN'T TAKE IT. THEN THEY CALL ONE FOR ME AND HE FUCKING TAKES IT. SO HE IS SPECIFICALLY TRYING TO GET ME.

another 20 minutes or so and he's finally gone and i manage to get another uber driver, he drives me home and as we're pulling up to my building I SEE HIM HE'S FUCKING PARKED ON THE STREET OUTSIDE MY APARTMENT BUILDING AND I TELL THE UBER DRIVER HOLY FUCK PLEASE KEEP DRIVING and he pulls around back and i'm able to get into my apartment without him seeing me from the back, i lock myself inside for 30 minutes then ask a neighbor to see if he's still there and he's not but yeah. Now i have an uber stalker ❤️

[abronzeagegod]

You know your grip can be like iron so you have to consciously control your strength as you pull your nemesis into the house.

"Adrianne," you firmly tell your child, "go get the kit. You." You put your nemesis into a seat in your kitchen. "Explain."

"We really have to do this now?" he asks. "I think I have internal bleeding."

"Stop being dramatic, Thorn."

"I'm not being dramatic, Remnant," he snaps in that same way that you snapped at him.

You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down as your teenage daughter runs back into the room with the emergency surgery kit.

"I'm sorry," you say, but it was a struggle to get out. "I'm trying to understand what happened to you and my child. Move your arm so I can address the damage."

"I was out at the library, trying to study when some hero attack nonsense happened and I got caught in the crossfire," Adrianne tried to explain.

"I've raised you long enough to know that is a lie," you say without looking at her, trying to focus on the fresh wounds that Thorn has in front of you.

"What makes you think I'm going to be any easier to crack?" Thorn asks between winces as you disinfect his wounds.

"Because I'm a parent worried about their child, and I have a notorious supervillain bleeding all over my kitchen. I'm trying to be calm and collected but I am very stressed right now because I want to know if there's someone or something dangerous coming after you. And if push comes to shove, Thorn, I can take you down."

Adrianne huffed as she handed you the stitches.

"It wasn't his fault," she said. "I went to go visit Zoe."

"You know-"

"Yeah, we know," Thorn cut in. "That's why I was keeping an eye out."

"That girl is dangerous, and very angry right now. You should give her space," you chide and warn. You've been down this road before, and no one in this room seems to want your experience in these matters.

"It's my fault that she's in the position that's she's in," Adrianne muttered. "I want to help her."

"And if she kills you in her grief? If her anger coalesces into a focused vengeance and she tears you apart?"

"You're not wrong," Thorn mutters. "But also I know our daughter well enough that she's not going to stop going, so I spied a little bit and kept my eyes on her to keep her safe."

First you say, "thank you." Then you ask, "Did she do this?"

"No, Zoe had nothing to do with it. It was actually my fault," Thorn says. "Fucking ow! Watch where you're stabbing! Jesus!"

You try to keep a grip on your emotions, but it's hard to see you ex admit that he let your daughter out to see a dangerous teenage superhero that just lost everything through a series of disasters unintentionally orchestrated by members of this family, and then for him to admit that he put her in danger because of it.

"What happened." You demand it through gritted teeth.

"I don't rightly know how," Thorn said, "but some passing hero patrol spotted me and then called it our old friends at the Suppression Unit."

If you weren't already on edge, now you were. The Suppression Unit was a blackops style unit that is specifically to neutralize super powered targets. They are not kind, and they have no qualms about attacking people in their homes while they slept. They are the ones that take out the highest level threats that are too much of a risk to let play out between heroes and villains in front of the cameras.

"Do they know about us?" you ask.

"Really? I know we've had our differences but do you honestly think I wouldn't tell you right away if you were compromised?"

"You're right, I'm sorry."

"I fought them off, halfway decently, but they like to fuck with anyone they fight, and aren't super concerned with collateral damage, especially when fighting someone like me."

"I got caught up in it," Adrianne muttered. "Zoe and I couldn't get out without being noticed and flagged, but dad protected us."

"I see," you say as you finish up tending to his wounds. "Thank you."

"No need for thanks, she is our kid after all. I'm not going to let her dumb choices get her into too much trouble."

"Dad! Come on! You're taking her side now?"

"You picked a hell of a time to sneak out of the house, to go visit a friend that is on a most wanted listed, when your mother just got out of prison," Thorn said.

"Oh my god! I'm going to my room!" Adrianne stood up in a huff and stomped off to her room.

"She's only going to be more trouble," Thorn muttered.

"Just like her dad."

"Who has nothing on her mom."

"I'm going to go."

"Thanks. I know you don't want me to say it, but thank you."

You get a knock. You open the door to see your nemesis, bruised and beaten, with your child. “Just saved their life. Need to go home and rest.” Your nemesis turns to leave. You grab their arm. “Hang on. I want you to tell me what happened.” You drag them inside.

[frappei-julie-blog]

uhh welcome..? :D

hello. you can call me julie, or jules, whatever works for you. welcome.. to my blog :,)))

so,,,, basically i’ve never had a blog before?? but i’ve wanted to get my life out there. kinda. i really have nothing better to do rather than sit at home all day and waste my life away so, i decided to share my life on a blog, with you guys.  what do i even say here?? hello????? im so lost. i guess i just uhh write my life away eh? anyways a bit about myself maybe???

my names julie, and i live in the united states. we wont say where, thats personal 👀 i’m 16 years old, and one of my most favorite things is honestly art.. i dont draw as much as i used to but i still really enjoy it. i may even suCk at it right now but,,,,, i’ll get better over time 🤧 most guys would say imma “gamer girl” but i’m not sure if you’d call me that,, i just play on the ps4 a lot ahah. i really enjoy blackops, dead by daylight, rainbow six seige and a lot more uwu. have i mentioned i like kpop yet?? no?? well, im sure that just drove away the 0 people even reading this. im not a koreaboo, i swear. i just like it, im not obsessed. 

thats honestly the basics about me, and all i really have to say honestly. i hope to maybe make some friends here and i just hope people enjoy my life :,). have a nice day/afternoon/night, whatever it is for ya. <3

[ladysifofasgard]

     Sif doesn’t much care for mortal television unless she’s watching with Clint, sharing in the experience, but she has learned about their news in her time and finds herself at an impasse. 

      Before Clint left they had seen news that had heralded the call from Captain Rogers. A bombing and this man Barnes, all of it spiraling from that first phone call about these ‘accords’.

    Clint had said no to that first call, said he was retired, that it didn’t matter, he wasn’t going to be with the Avengers now that he had Sif and their incoming child to take care of. If this was how it was going to be then he was done.

     Instead they were going to go on their mortal ‘honeymoon’, and relax, and enjoy themselves for a little while in celebration of their wedding. It had been as she was sorting a few things for her suitcase that Clint’s phone had rung. In a half caught conversation her stomach had slowly sunk and this time it had nothing to due with pregnancy sickness. They needed him. Things must be getting worse.

     She had wanted to go with, but as much as she hated it Sif knew it couldn’t be allowed. This child was half mortal. Fighting would put a child at risk even under the best of circumstances, much less these ones. So Clint had left on his own, and promised it should only be a few days.

     So as much as Sif didn’t care for mortal television she was glad that she’d turned it on anyway, unable to sleep alone in their bed and sitting up restless. The news had been boring at first. Talking of things she still barely understood and even more she did not care about, none of it helpful, but as she was milling around the kitchen an update flashed across the screen. She’d ignored it a little while longer. The news slowly traveled in, but soon enough her ears picked up the word ‘Avengers’ and her attention was pulled straight to the mortal screen.

     Sif hunkered down back on the couch and watched intently at the mortal ‘news anchors’ as they spoke about an incident at an airport in Germany. Sif had a general idea where that was, but her interest piqued as reports flowed in about Avengers in custody. They read off the names and her heart sank. Wanda Maximoff, Samuel Wilson, and Clint Barton. There was another name she didn’t know, a man, but that was only more worrisome.

     Clint had told her before about how the mortals thought Wanda was dangerous, but to hear the things they were saying about the girl was angering.  Sif knew Wanda as someone who’d helped plan her wedding. Who’d come with her and Natasha to look at dresses. Talked with Sif about her own people’s traditions and listened with interest about Asgardian ones. Wanda’s powers didn’t make her evil.

     The way they spoke of Wanda was enough to rile her for the next day, but once the analysts turned their attention to Clint Sif could not bear it.

    “This is a man who has participated in countless blackops. It’s no wonder he didn’t sign the accords. Clint Barton has never been beholden to a government. SHIELD was a front from Hydra, it never really answered to anyone. Who knows what wasn’t in their files.”

     “No one has heard from him since Sokovia. Where has he been all this time? Retired? Are we really supposed to believe someone like this just stops? He called himself an Avenger a few times and that’s supposed to wipe out everything?”

Sif was too angry to turn it off.

    Eventually she was too angry to do anything other than throw the remote straight at the tv, cracking the corner of the frame.

    She tries to call Natasha, but there’s no answer to the number she has. There’s no answer the next day either.

     On the third day there’s a call. Sif races to the phone, Italics barking at her heels and it’s a relief to hear Natasha’s voice. 
“Sif.”

    “Natasha. Thank the Gods, please, tell me how do I get to him, how do I get him out?”

“Sif, you can’t. This isn’t that kind of prison.”

“I’ll find a way. Tell me where he is.”

     “Not in your condition. And I don’t…strictly know. Yet.” There’s a pause and Sif waits for it. “But we might be able to find out.”

“I will do whatever it takes to find out.”

“Ok.” Natasha pauses. “Are you good? Do you need anything? We can send someone.”

“I’m fine. I can walk into town when I need provisions,” Sif dismissed, far more worried about Clint.

“You can’t walk nine miles.”

“It’s fine, it’s not that far.”

“You’re pregnant.”

“I told you, it’s fine,” Sif insisted.

“I’m making Tony send someone. Or I’ll come. I don’t care that you’re Asgardian, if Clint gets out and that kid is not ok he’ll never forgive me.”

“Natasha, this really isn’t necessary…”

“You know I’m starting to see what Clint said about fighting with you. Can you let me do this? For him.”

Her lips pursed and Sif didn’t like having to relent, but she did. “For Clint.”

“Thank you.” Natasha sounded relieved.

     A car comes the next day to take her into town. She does her shopping and thanks the driver politely before he leaves. She stocks the fridge and thinks to herself that it won’t be long until Clint’s home. Surely this will blow over.

     A month and a half later she’s stopped buying orange juice because it takes her too long to drink it without him. It just sits there. Staring at her every time she opens the refrigerator and reminds her that he’s not there.

     She’s showing now, and the house feels lonelier than she ever thought it could. She lets Italics sleep on their bed most nights. Natasha visits when she can, checks in on her. Tony had come once, apologizing, and Sif had yelled at him, not ready to forgive him for his part in taking Clint away from her.

     Still the car came once a week until Sif insisted Natasha teach her how to drive. She had a good idea from watching Clint, so it had only taken a few lessons. Now she drives herself into town whenever she needs.

    She’s stopped most of her practicing. She does only the lightest of exercise, and keeps herself to the necessary chores around the farm. Five months. Just over halfway there. The baby’s kicking.

     She misses him something aching and hollow. For a brief few weeks they’d been happy. They’d decided to do this. Together. He’d asked her to marry him and not a month after their wedding he was sitting in a cell that no one would tell her about.

    Sometimes she’s angry with him, and sometimes all she can do is let tears flow. He was supposed to be there with her. She needed him there with her.

     Natasha and her had hatched plans, well, Natasha had hatched plans and Sif had eagerly agreed to help. Sif would go to those men who kept Clint and the others locked away. She pleaded and yelled and sometimes was distraught. It was never really a lie, only an outlet, a chance to let free all her anger and sorrow at what had been taken from her. While she did this Natasha promised she was getting the information they needed to get to Clint. She was the distraction. Sif could be a distraction.

    So they shuffled her between men who all looked the same, none of them worthy. But some of them more sympathetic to a woman showing more as the weeks went by, ring on her finger and only wanting her husband back, could they not tell her more?

   Eventually Natasha tells her they don’t have to keep trying. They got it. Word’s been sent to Steve.

Sif buys orange juice again.

[naruto-oneshots-blog]

Wake up, Love -- Kakashi X Blind!Reader

You walked down the streets of Konoha looking, well not really looking, but listening for the silver-haired copy ninja as you were blind. You and Kakashi had been friends since childhood and lovers for almost four years now. Your relationship has changed from friends to lovers when you had lost your vision. You and Kakashi had been on their first and only S-rank mission when it had happened. You had acid thrown in your face while you were trying to defend the Hokage and ever since then your eyesight had been gone. Kakashi himself and carried you back to the leaf village. You were very bitter towards the world after it had taken your eyesight. You had pulled away from Kakashi, from your friends, from your family. All you had ever wanted was to be a ninja, to fight and save people, to protect those dear to you but with your eyesight gone, you could never obtain that. For months, you didn’t speak to another person, you secluded yourself in your apartment until Kakashi couldn’t take it anymore. He barged into your house ignoring your yells and screams of protest and held you. That’s all he did. He took you in his arms and told you that he loved you and that you could get through this. After a few days of coaxing he convinced you to begin your training again, this time, learning how to overcome your disability and eventually you had become one of the greatest ninjas of all time, almost rivalling that of the Sannin. Your thoughts came back to the present as she heard Kakashi's voice in the distance. You easily moved around through the crowd and approached where you heard his voice.

“(Y/N).” You heard Kakashi’s voice

“Hey, Kakashi.” You replied holding out your hand for Kakashi to take. You didn’t rely on him, but it was nice to stop paying attention to everything once in a while and just let Kakashi lead you around.

“Hello (Y/N).” You heard Asuma and Kurenai say in unison. Both their voices and Kakashi’s voice sounded off but you didn’t question anything yet.

“I need you to take care of them.” You heard Asuma and Kurenai leave when Kakashi turned to you. “I need you to take Sasuke somewhere safe.” You nodded and didn’t question him. You had a feeling that Itachi was there.

“He’s here.” You stated.

“Yes.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered in his ear,

“Be careful Kakashi.” And placed a gentle kiss on his mask. As soon as you let go, he disappeared.

“(Y/N)-sensei,” You heard Sasuke say, “I thought Kakashi was supposed to be meeting me here.”

“He got a little tied up, so I’ll be teaching you today.” It was a good thing you couldn’t see his face because he was probably rolling his eyes at you.

Once at the training grounds, you showed Sasuke the Jutsu that Kakashi wanted you to and then quickly headed out. You could feel something menacing in the air and needed to find Kakashi to see if he was okay. You heard a cry of pain that was clearly Kakashi’s voice and you used your Jutsu to teleport to the exact spot the noise originated. The one thing that developed when your eyes went was a new Kekkei Genkai, the ability to sense the positions of people and sense who they are and much like Sharingan you could sense an attack almost as it happened. You appeared in front of Kakashi, breaking off the hold that Itachi’s Sharingan had on him. Kakashi fell to his knees,

“(Y/N)-“ He began.

“Hush Kakashi,” You said and turned to Itachi. “You’re here for Naruto aren’t you Itachi?” You questioned him. Before he could answer you said, “You have made a bad decision, coming here to my home to hurt people who are precious to me.” You opened your eyes. “Your Sharingan isn’t going to work on me Itachi. Unlike everyone else, I’m blind.” With that you launched yourself at Itachi, aiming a punch at his face with your left hand hoping that it would distract him from the shuriken that you were about to throw from your right hand. You easily dodged the shuriken that was thrown in your direction and launched your own. Itachi dodged them but you were able to land a kick to his face. You landed back in front of Kakashi as Gia appeared beside you.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” He asked you as Kakashi collapsed into the water. You quickly pulled him from the water and replied,

“I’ve never been better Gia.” He laughed loudly at this and said,

“The ANBU Blackops are on their way here.” He turned to Ausma and Kurenai who had their eyes closed. “Since Kakashi’s been my rival all these years I’ve learned a thing or two about how to fight against people with Sharingan. Look at his feet, it only works when you look directly into their eyes.”

“Let’s go Kisame, we didn’t come here for a large-scale battle,” Itachi said and with that, they were gone. You turned your attention to Kakashi and rested your hand on his masked cheek.

“Let’s take you home.” You whispered in his ear and disappeared.

When you appeared at your house you laid Kakashi down on the bed and got a cold towel. You rested Kakashi’s head on your lap as you laid the cool cloth on his head. “Oh, Kakashi.” You whispered as you planted a kiss on his masked mouth. You sat back and stroked his hair and willed him to wake up. A knock on the door made you look up.

“How’s he doing?” Gia asked.

“He doesn’t seem to be waking up anytime soon.” You said quietly.

“Jiraiya and Naruto have left to find Tsunade. She is a healer who should be able to heal Kakashi if he doesn’t wake up before then.” As he walked into the room, two more people walked in. Using your Kekkei Genkai you sensed that it was Asuma and Kurenai.

“We’ve come to keep you company,” Kurenai said and sat down beside you. She put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “He’s gonna be okay (Y/N).” You looked at her with your white filmy eyes and smiled.

“I know he will be. He’s strong.” You replied placing your hand on his cheek.

It had been weeks since Naruto and Jiraiya had left to get Tsunade. In that time, they had brought back Sasuke who was in the same situation as Kakashi. In that time, you tended to both fallen ninja while everyone else helped with fixing the village. Most of the time she wasn’t alone as Sakura was there with her, always sitting by Sasuke’s side. It was very sweet of her, even if Sasuke didn’t share her feelings at the moment. Both of the ninjas seemed to be in stable condition at the moment which you were thankful for. Night gathered as you readied yourself for bed. Since Kakashi was in stable condition, they permitted you to lay with him most nights. You crawled into the bed with him and rested your head on his chest and began to quietly sing, hoping that in his mind he would be able to hear it and maybe put it at ease.

The next morning you were awoken by an eager Kurenai. “(Y/N), she’s here,” She exclaimed, “Tsunade is here!”

“Would you mind passing me my clothes?” You asked, still groggy from sleep. These past few weeks were very hard for you as you had to be conscious of everything all the time because Kakashi wasn’t there to help you.

“Sure!” She said and left the room. While you changed, your thoughts drifted back to the time you had met Tsunade. It was before you lost your sight. You had met her by chance when you were on your way back from scouting ahead of Kakashi and the group. You had actually talked for quite a while and Tsunade had actually taught you some new Jutsu. Your thoughts were pulled back to the present as a knock sounded on the door.

“Come in.” You said as your Kekkei Genkai showed you who was all there. Tsunade, Shizune, Naruto, and Gai.

“(Y/N)-sensei!” You heard Naruto yell as he came and gave you a hug. “You’ll never believe what the Pervy Sage taught me!!” You smiled down at him and said,

“You can tell me all about it later, aren’t you supposed to be meeting Iruka-sensei?”

“Oh yeah!! Thanks for reminding me!” He exclaimed. “Tell Kakashi-sensei to get better!” You chuckled as his heavy footsteps faded and turned to Tsunade.

“I can sense your surprise Tsunade, I mean Lady Hokage.” You said and smiled at her.

“You don’t need to call me that yet (Y/N),” She said. “What happened? And how did you know it was me?” You quickly explained how you were blinded to the future Hokage.

“Now, for the part about how I knew it was you,” You started, “When I lost my eyes, I gained my very own Kekkei Genkai. The ability to sense the location of a person, who that person is, and can sense an attack almost as it happens.”

“And your days as a Shinobi?” She questioned.

“(Y/N) is one of the strongest Shinobi in the village,” Gai says proudly. “It is said by some that she even rivals that of the Sannin.” You blush slightly at the praise.

“Well (Y/N), I will have to challenge you one day!” Tsunade said and laughed. “Now is this the Kakashi I’ve been hearing about?” You nodded. “So, you and him huh?” Again, you nodded. After a minute or two you heard Kakashi groan and sit up.

“Kakashi!” You exclaimed and grabbed his hand.

“So, you’re the legendary Copy ninja? What a disgrace to be taken down by two lowlifes.” Tsunade said. You weren’t sure if she was joking or not so you sent a death glare in her general direction.

“Sorry to… disappoint.” Kakashi managed to get out as he turned to you. “(Y/N).” He breathed and tried to pull you towards him.

“Kakashi you need to rest.” You said quietly as he tried to pull you onto the bed. Smiling softly, you complied and gently laid yourself down beside him, placing your warm hand on his cheek. He weakly tried to pull you towards him but he was still too weak.

“I’m… sorry.” He whispered. “I wasn’t strong enough.” You gently pulled yourself closer to him and let him rest his head against your chest. Resting your chin on the top of his head you said,

“Hush. You are the only person I know who could survive what Itachi put you through.” You stroked his hair and he sighed.

“I love you (Y/N).” That was the last thing he said before you heard his breath even out as he fell back asleep.

“I love you more Kakashi.”

[wetelepathic]

Was enrolled without my knowledge or consent into this nightmare! It’s all planned out it seems. And it seem to be scientifically planned like choosing caricatures in a play. We all (targeted individuals) are given a roll in this grand theatre to play off of each other’s rolls. And it works well. My roll is to be the person everyone in my network of voices knows everything about. My life is narrated. Every single thing I do wether it’s writing this post or using the bathroom or smoking a cigarette it’s talked about. I have not had one private moment in over 6 years. Not one, it’s like being the star of a reality show that never ends. It’s not only talking it’s also visual sometimes (it used to be all of the time) and my emotions are felt by the other people I hear and I feel theirs. There are other rolls in this theatre as well. Some people not to many though have the roll of everyone knowing their name and catching the blame for everything that is talked about. For example if someone thinks about anything like sex or touching their self (in the privacy of their own home completely alone) one of these people’s names get blamed for thinking it. Or anything that has happened in the past that was part of this synthetic telepathy (and there is a visual side of synthetic telepathy) gets mentioned or thought about telepathically it tends to get turned into one of the names thing. Even though it’s not the named people who actually did whatever it was. And then we have the anonymous people. The people who don’t have names they are the majority of all of us. The anonymous is the biggest problem. The anonymous is what makes this all work. They have the rolls of harassing nonstop there are so many it never stops. This where the term Gang Stalkers come from in synthetic telepathy. They play in groups like gangs. And either they give their group a name or the other people name the groups. Names like the Zombie Kids or Ass Grinders and several more. The Ass Grinders are named that for a reason. They make their selves look like a bike or motorcycle rider and the bike or motorcycle is made up of usually three people two of them holding each wheel with their hands and the third making the seat tank and handle bars. The rider and the other three all have their asses grinding together so we all call them Ass Grinders to let them know we don’t like them their trolls and their intent is to troll or harass anyone and everyone even animals. They vibrate everyone they touch. They Zombie kids gave their selves this name so we won’t call them that we call them trolls. That is what they are. They are snowflakes they put their selves in every situation just to offend their self and then blame somebody’s name. And there are the Builders these people have more than one group. Some stay away from everyone as much as they can and just build towns and cities in their minds and it looks real. But they don’t usually bother anyone. Some times their construction gets destroyed by other people passing by. And somebodies name gets blamed. Another group of the builders make their selves look like cranes but it really looks like a trebuchet so everyone calls them The Trebuchets these people are trolls. They stay on the outer edges of your walls and use their cranes to constantly drop and hold things that vibrate in our rooms of our houses to make you feel the vibrations. It’s trolling it’s harassment on the biggest level. There are several more groups of trolls I don’t have time to mention right now but the all always do what they do in groups or gang hence the ten Gang Stalking. All of these rolls work against each other and it just never stops. And people have many things they think when gang stalking is the subject but in synthetic telepathy this is what it is. We get enrolled or stuck in this hell and everyone harasses everyone. Attacking and defending just keeps looping around and around. It will never end because you can’t walk away and avoid it. This part two of a seven part thing. And I will mention more about these different groups or gangs of people in my network of synthetic telepathically doomed people in the next few days. Thanks for reading and please share and comment. Comments are welcome and encouraged. #WeTelepathic #GangStalking #V2K #VoiceToSkull #ElectronicHarassment #MindControl #schizophrenia #HearingVoices #BlackOps #blackmagic #RemoteNeuralMonitoring #EMF #RNM #NewWorldOrder #NWO #Chemtrails #CovertHarassment #geoengineering

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[tacofriend]

Finished Call of Duty Black Ops, and here are my thoughts about a game that came out in like 2010 or something.

Also Spoilers for Calladoody Grey Oops and also the Sixth Sense.

Gameplay: it's Calladoody. You get Calladoody. I played on regular, died a fair amount at the same places because I kept getting shot by some dude off in the distance who I couldn't see because this game is desaturated af or because I thought he was on my side, because everyone wears the same fucking clothing. I then turned it down to easy, and died a little bit less. I'm not good at these games. They did a thing for the driving sections which was nice where they decoupled the driving of the vehicle from the aiming of the gun, which was nice. In Modern Warfare 2, they were the same thing and it made those sections a nightmare. That's all I have to say about the majority of the game. Now it's time to nitpick, bitch about, complain, and sometimes praise the useless details like plot and dialogue.

The dialogue in this game is full of the Tom Clancy, military jargon and slang which is a hallmark of the genre. That's how they talk. Lots of, "We've got your thermal on Tac, foxtrot-uniform-Charlie-kilo-echo-Romeo, over." "Copy that, Delta-India-Lima-whisky-echo-echo-Delta. We're Oscar Mike to the LZ with the package requesting immediate evac. Over." There's also, a lot of, "I am Sgt. Expo Sition, and this is my partner Lt. Plot Summary. We're going to tell you stuff about the plot so you can go shoot things."

The game's framing device is actually really clever and well integrated into the game. The main character, Alex Mason, is being interrogated about his past, and the majority of the game is played through his fever dream-like flashbacks narrated by himself and the interrogator. The game's main menu is actually in the interrogation room with Mason tied to a chair. Screens surround him, and the interrogators ask him questions over the intercom even in the main menu. Each mission is a flashback progressing from the beginning of Mason's story towards the present. As the interrogation continues and you walk through the story, uncovering more and more about your past, tension in the world outside the interrogation room is also escalating. It all culminates in this wild fever dream bit where even I wasn't sure what's real or not as you finally uncover the final secret. It's actually pretty good. I wish it were in a better game.

There is an interesting twist in the writing though. One of the characters, Victor Reznov, who pops up throughout the game, as a friend of the protagonist, is actually a hallucination for the majority of the game. I remembered some of my friends saying someone was also someone back in high school when the game came out, and halfway through I kinda figured it was Reznov. There are several moments before the reveal that hint at this. It's like if you watch the Sixth Sense knowing that Bruce Willis is dead, you can see all the hints that are there. The writers actually set it up well.

However, for a game so deeply steeped in the Vietnam war and the 1960's, I wish the soundtrack was more deeply inspired by 60's sounds. Like they've got Sympathy for the Devil and Fortunate Son, but the rest of the soundtrack is chock full of chuggachug 2010's dudebro butt rock. Not only do you have a major chunk of the game set in Vietnam, but one of the primary protagonists is a hallucination! Like, that's trippy as hell, bro. Why aren't we listening to that? Why no fuzz or wahwah pedal. Why no Hendrix? This soundtrack should be oozing with style, but it's just bland

Additionally, there's this weird twist after the end where it's implied that Mason killed Kennedy by like poorly photoshopping his character model into a photo of Kennedy landing in Dallas, which means he would have had to IMMEDIATELY get on the move, tail the convoy, and the entire operation would just be a mess. While yes, the Kennedy assassination is fertile ground for the kind of spy/espionage/sleeper cell conspiracy theory stuff that Blackops is full of, it's a dumb twist that didn't add anything to the plot, unless they somehow tried to shoehorn it into Black Ops 2 which I haven't played. It wasn't integrated into the plot of this game at all, though. If you want to have something like that, you've gotta lay down some crumbs for it, like when people look at Mason weird for talking to his imaginary friend. Those are the little details that make your twist at the end good. Looking straight down the camera and saying, "I, Alex Mason, am also responsible for this completely unrelated historical event," after your game is done? That's a bad twist. Gonna circle that one in red pen and then put a big red X through it, and a "see me after class."

All in all it's actually a pretty decent game. Had I been better at these kinds of games, and had my friends not spoiled the big reveal for me while walking to school about a decade ago, I probably would have enjoyed it more.

Gonna give it a solid 3, 24, 20, 12, 19, 17, 17, 22, 19, 23.