#Scout 800

[rollerman1]

#ihc #international harvester #scout 800 #4x4

[justneedsalittlework]

Ugly duckling International Scout 800 staring down a line of first-gen Broncos, spotted at the Goodguys Spring Nationals in Phoenix, AZ, March 2019.

#international #international scout #international harvester #Scout 800 #Ford Bronco #Bronco #American Muscle #muscle truck #oldschool #old school #Car Show #goodguys

[dannydiesel]

1970 International Scout 800A

Love the vibe of an old International Scout. Offbeat and unlike the others.

#international #scout #Scout 800 #trucks #cars #american trucks #custom truck #international harvester #International Scout 800

[pleckthaniel]

packing my dishware tonight. hope this doesn't backfire on me

#scout talks #i have 5 more nights in town surely i wont need plates #the mugs are staying out tho im about to start chugging tea so i dont feel the need to drive my like 6 remaining teabags like 800 miles

[kyofsonder]

For Tiny Scene Sunday, Martin Pond + silver + whimsy + crisp.

Thank you for the ask, and for the prompt! This one was fun because I got to write something that would never show up in the WIP it's from -- get to know Martin and the world he lives in a little better.

I'm not entirely sure how clear I was with the setting in-scene, but Martin is from a "Love as Indicated" story where there are only two circumstances that let people hear each other's voices: Fated Soulmate Connections such as Fated Lovers or Fated Family, and a singer being gifted a voice by Fate herself that can be heard by anyone in the world as long as it's owner is singing. They're called Pro Singers, and Martin Pond has a job managing one such Pro.

Here's the scene/short story itself, under the cut.

Everything should be perfect. Well, alright. Maybe not perfect, but it definitely shouldn't feel like the world is about to end. What's world-ending about a leisurely walk with an old friend? That friend is also one of the most famous singers in two decades and Martin is his manager. He's also been uncharacteristically distracted, talking to himself without sparing any more than a wave hello for Martin. That's a little weird, but it shouldn't make his stomach curl in on itself like an armadillo trying to escape a predator. What could be so bad about going to their favorite old café to have casual conversation. The autumn air is crisp, the smell of coffee is sharp and invigorating in the air, and everyone is doing double takes because they all know full well how big a deal it is to be in proximity to Lucas "Lucky" Chance. Again. What could possibly be wrong here?

The men simply nodded at the barista when they get to the café and that's all it takes to get their usual orders started. In no time at all, they're sitting at the most tucked-away table they can find and Lucky's eyes are finally on Martin. There's no hint of the usual lighthearted whimsy in his eyes, no characteristic dimples on his cheeks. His smile is just a cushion. A thing held up to soften the blow. Martin shakes his head but says nothing. He's not above begging, it's just that he still hopes that world-ending feeling is wrong. 

"I think you know what I'm going to say, Mar," even his hands are slow, every sign like a drawn-out whisper to someone who can't handle a louder tone. More cushions. 

"You're a Pro. You were born with a voice that the whole world can hear, and it sounds good. You don't get to just walk away from that," Martin signs fast and sharp, as if to tear up the cushions offered to him. 

"It's fading. You know it is. We've had to redo recordings more than once. Only my family can hear it now."

"What family?"

"My wife and child. We got married. She's already in her second trimester. I'm going to be a dad. I can't keep this up while doing that. I'll go gray early, at best."

"We could market you as a silver fox."

"You know it's more than that. I have a home now. I'm not a touring wanderer anymore."

"You can do both."

"You would make me?"

Martin's movements stop. The intentional smile is gone from Lucky's face. In its place, there's a sadness that his manager has never seen before. A disappointment. The phone in Martin's pocket vibrates with a text telling him their order is ready. He gets up to collect their drinks, pauses, and says, "It'll be hard to replace you."

Lucky grins, "It'll be impossible. Good luck finding second best." 

It's the first thing that's made Martin smile all day, but it doesn't do much good. His gut was wrong about the world ending. It was only his career. 

* * * *

Motivated by This Ask: 512 words

Total Written Due to Asks: 13,980 words

#writing #tiny scene sunday #sonder stories #sonder snippets #apparently #I define tiny as <800 words #does that count #or am I just writing full stories at that point #I get carried away so easily #bonus fact #Martin does in fact find a replacement #Lucky just doesn't expect it to be his own son #Ethan is scouted early #due to his family connections with Martin #he's already a successful Pro Singer by middle school #Lucky has mixed feelings about this #somewhat surprisingly #so does Martin

[septemberlikestea]

back on my dd propaganda bullshit. if i try hard enough i will infect more people with the brainrot and one of them might be a modder and my dreams will come true <- should just suck it up and learn how to mod.

#me talking #also finally gave in and installed faster scouting and faster walking........ #after um. 800+ hours of playing the game. yippiee yay wahoo

[4giorno]

FINALLY i worked my ass off for 8 days for this card 😭😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖 im sad i cant insta bloom it bc i only have 1 of his idol jewels but omggggg im shaking from joy

#in total i used 5640 dia for the event but somehow i have 800 more dia than i started with????? #BITCH HOW???????? i made sure to not do any of the base game story or its challenges #anyway conclusion with the monthly card doing events for the 5* is def worth it for me #only 5-6k to guarantee a card and youll get a huge chunk of the dia from dailies and event rewards? #yeah its rlly good considering the only way you can guarantee a featured scout is 105k dia #(altho you will probably get it before that jdkfkdjdjfkdjd) #im now gonna pass out for a week im exhausted lmao

[dancingbirdie]

Astarion Smut Fics by DancingBirdie

My original master list can't house any more link space, so I'm having to divvy things up. Here's my collection of plotless smut fics.

The Things We Could Do in Twenty Minutes: You and Astarion are supposed to be scouting for a mission, but you have other activities in mind. (gn!Reader | 1K words)

We Have All Night: You had been wondering for some time what it would be like for Astarion and Halsin to share you. (fem!Reader x Astarion x Halsin | 800 words)

Take What You Need: You and Astarion share an uninterrupted bath time. (fem!Reader | 1K words)

Bring Me Back: Astarion needs some love and comfort from you after a particularly brutal fight. (gn!Reader | 1.3K words)

Earned It: Astarion and Halsin use you as a plaything for their (and your) enjoyment. (fem!Reader x Astarion x Halsin | 1K words)

A Lesson in Lockpicking: Astarion notices you watching him pick some locks. He offers to give you a lesson you won't soon forget. (fem!Reader | 2.5K words)

Your Feral Love: Astarion has an intense desire to claim you. This time, it's in places the others won't be able to see. (fem!Reader | 2.1K words)

A Good Show: Astarion catches you playing with yourself and is all too eager to help you finish. (fem!Reader | 1.5K words)

#astarion #bg3 astarion #dancingbirdiewrites #astarion smut

[rollerman1]

#ih #international harvester #scout 800 #4x4

[poppadom0912]

Together (V)

Mentions of violence, blood, injuries, abuse, kidnappings, shootings, and scary men.

Summary: Things all of a sudden turn around for the middle Halstead sibling.

A/N: It's a little late but this is in celebration of 800 followers. This and the next chapter were both written at school on my schools chromebooks so just ignore any mistakes. Enjoy!!

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Kelly had been taken off shift as soon as Boden was informed of your predicament. A replacement came in and Kelly left 51 with everyone on edge.

With Trudy's permission, Kelly joined Hailey along with all the other units as they scoured the streets, looking up and down and all around for any sign of any of the Halsteads.

Kelly could remember it as though it was yesterday. The Murray brothers first came into their lives on a call that both 51 and intelligence responded to, a mere coincidence honestly and Med was the nearest hospital, so it only made sense.

The ever intriguing and elusive Halstead siblings drew in the Murray's and low and behold, several days later, you never turned up to shift.

Your kidnapping several years ago, a moment in all your lives that had been buried deep had suddenly resurfaced and Kelly could only think and prepare himself for the worst.

Huffing in par anger and par disappointment, Kelly looked up to the darkening sky, the sunset slowly fading would usually be a beautiful sight but today, it had no significance to him. In fact, it only made him think of you more.

"Come one Severide." Hailey pressed her lips together tightly, her smile strained and eyes dim. She was just as exhausted and distraught as him, she knew exactly what he was going through. "Everyone's reconveing with Trudy."

Before Kelly could reply, a phone went off. Confused, both he and Hailey checked their individual phones, Kelly tucking his back into his pocket when it wasn't his.

Already on edge, Kelly stood nervously, watching Hailey's face closely for any sign as to what she was being told.

"We need to go to Med."

*****

"Listen, I'm fine! Back off and let me go!"

Hailey swallowed thickly, heart thundering out of her chest as she heard the voice she adored in secret. Picking up the pace, she pulled open the curtains and stood frozen in the trauma doorway.

"Jay." She said breathlessly, refusing to blink in fear that this was all a dream and she was going to wake up to the reality that he wasn't here at Med and alive.

"Thank goodness Hailey." Jay let himself deflate ever so slightly at the sight of his partner, but there was no time for pleasantries. "Get me out of here."

Hailey only now let herself blink, several times in fact due to her shock at her partners words. Jay was covered in blood and it was obvious to the naked eye that he was hurt. She heard the 911 audio, she knew he'd been shot but God knows how many injuries had been inflicted onto him.

Hailey hadn't been in Intelligence when the Murray brothers first came about, neither was she there for any of the Halstead siblings separate kidnappings so she was trekking in unknown territory.

"Listen Ethan, Will patched me up good." Jay began, turning to the Korean doctor who he knew was concerned about all of their well-beings'. "As soon as I get them back, I'll get seen."

Ethan wanted to argue but knew there was nothing stopping the middle sibling, rolling his eyes he turned to Maggie and asked for some painkillers before addressing him. "The second they're found, you're back in this treatment room."

"Scout's honour doc." Jay promised seriously, taking the tablets and chugging them back with some water he was given by Maggie. "I'll be fine."

And with that, Jay was walking out the room with Hailey trying to keep up with him.

"Jay? What the hell happened?" Hailey asked, picking up her pace so she could stay in step with him. She took note of the fire burning in his eyes and the determination he had in each step despite being injured.

"Where's Voight and everyone else?" Jay asked, ignoring her question as he caught sight of Severide leaning against Hailey's parked car outside the ER.

"They're on their way back." Hailey said, nodding at Kelly to get in the car, shaking her head at him so he wouldn't ask any questions despite how much he wanted to.

"Your hurt and you’re bleeding Jay, you need-“

“My brother and my sister are on the verge of death Hailey!” Jay shouted with a mix of fear, anger and hurt. “They’re bleeding somewhere and my baby sister is scared to death and I need to help them.”

His shouts echoed in the packed out parking lot, his chest heaving as he went on with no one stopping him.

“Will and Y/N are all I have left Hailey.” Jay said shakily, largely contrasting the sheer force he just spoke in. “I’m going to help, I don’t care if it’s the last thing I do.”

There was nothing stopping a man who was about to lose all that he had left to live for.

*****

Intelligence was finally whole again with the addition of Trudy and Kelly, all huddled together under a tent that was set up on middle ground.

When they arrived back in Chicago, the sheer amount of shock on everyone's face was evident.

Trudy had sworn everyone to secrecy but when she first saw Jay, her motherly instincts acted upon themselves as she squeezed the daylights out of him without causing any further injury.

"They dumped me." Jay said, revealing to the team how he'd gotten here. "They suddenly decided to move locations again and decided to dump me around the corner from Med which means they want me alive."

"What about Will and Y/N?" Antonio asked, being the first person to interject Jay since he started to unravel all the small necessary things.

Jay clenched and unclenched his jaw, his eye twitching in frustration as he folded his arms.

"They're still with Jackson and Ezra."

"No offense Jay but why would they get rid of you instead of Will?" Adam genuinely asked, confused as to why two criminals would release the ex-ranger and detective instead of the ER doctor.

All of a sudden, Jay looked like he was going to be sick. Like his new train of thought was going to make him throw up then and there.

"They want to keep Y/N alive for as long as possible, and only Will can do that."

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@mads-weasley

@sowrongitslottie

@elite4cekalyma

@senjoritanana

@hufflepuff-blackwidow

@mrspeacem1nusone

@kmc1989

#one chicago x reader #one chicago imagine #jay halstead x reader #onechicago #chicago fire #chicago med #chicago pd #will halstead x reader #halstead sister #halstead brothers #kelly severide x reader #jay halstead x sister!reader #will halstead x sister!reader

[dannydiesel]

SOLD! The 1970 Scout, affectionately known as Copperhead is headed off to San Diego and its new owner.

#international #international scout 800 #classic truck

[lesbianashleywilliams]

So those of you who have been following me may have noticed that I all but disappeared for about three months...well, that's because I've been planning to go to Japanese language school, and the wheels have really begun to start turning!!!!!!

I have been given the opportunity of my lifetime to be able to attend a Japanese language course at the International Study Institute in Tokyo's Shinjuku Ward. The course runs for a year, with the opportunity to extend it to two years, if my grades and money are sound [insert sound of children cheering here].

Being able to study Japanese locally and long-term has been a life goal of mine since I was fourteen. Though I'll probably never be able to fulfill my teenage dream of being an interpreter/translator for expats, this feels like the next best thing. Due to suffering from several comorbid chronic conditions that have majorly altered my life, most notably the beast known as systemic lupus erythematosus, I will probably never be able to seize another chance like this ever again. I won't be going in as a total novice, as I was able to take a year's worth of 1000-level Japanese language courses in college…before I had to drop out…… Since then I've been self-studying and using language exchange apps for practice, but nothing will beat the experience of using it in the day-to-day.

At this point in time (January 2024), my first six months of tuition have already been paid for. I am currently in a quiet waiting period while I wait to get to the next steps of the Certificate of Eligibility/Student Visa process. Before that, though, I need to secure my flight and housing. For the sake of my health, safety, privacy and comfort, a sharehouse will not be an option; I will have to seek a private apartment. I am here today to request assistance with the aforementioned flight and initial housing costs. It's still too early to commit to either of those, but:

The average cost of flexible one-way flights from where I am to either of the two Tokyo metro airports (Haneda and Narita) is running around $1200

I am doing some preliminary apartment scouting and am hoping not to exceed $800 per month (I will be traveling with suitcases and will need to properly store them). The apartments I am looking at do not require a security deposit or key money, but will probably come with a guarantor fee.

Now because I'm not going over there through one of the more common avenues - through a university or a job - I have to do it myself. Real life has meant that I've had to dig into my bank balance a bit, and after paying for the first six months I'm a little under the 2 million yen (~$14k) threshold that Immigration likes to see for a year's study. I'm lucky enough in that I will at least have a regular source of (unearned) income, as well as a financial sponsor; it's just the bank balance, flight, and accommodation that are hanging me up. Right now I am setting the initial goal at $3000, but I expect to move those goalposts at least once. Any extra will go towards a flight home for the Christmas holidays in December. After that, it'll go towards paying down my credit cards as much as I can prior to leaving the United States.

I can provide my conditional letter of acceptance from ISI, as well as the school invoice and receipt of the bank transfer for the first six months of tuition upon request (identifying information redacted, of course).

Because there's still a couple of months until I'm set to fly out I put together a GoFundMe (now that's a name I haven't used in a while) to idly collect whatever help I can. At the very least I just need this post to circulate enough to eventually cast a wider net outside of Tungle.hell.

GoFundMe

If you can't use GFM, V3nmo and P4ypal are also options:

V3nmo: @/venus3palette

P4ypal: @/fantasytheater

Again: I'm not in that much of a hurry, and the situation isn't dire! Thank you for combing my wall of text!!!!

[thecreaturecodex]

Paramite

Image © deviantArt user Snugglestab, accessed at their gallery here

[Sponsored by @martyslittleusedblog, another creature from the Oddworld games. The series' interest in ecology helps when converting its monsters to give me something to pull from with regards to flavor text. So I'm not just making this up!]

Paramite CR 3 N Magical Beast This eyeless creature’s head is shaped like a hand, with three clawed appendages above its mouth, one on each side, and one below. It walks on four legs, its forelimbs larger and more muscular than its hind limbs, each tipped with a single claw.

Paramites are forest dwelling carnivores found on alien planets. Their ecology is somewhere between that of a giant spider and a hyena—they are social ambush predators that typically hunt in groups. A single paramite is usually a scout for a larger group, and may attempt to lead curious passerby closer to the nest or to an ambush site where more paramites are waiting. Paramites are excellent climbers and fight three-dimensionally, attempting to surround prey from the trees. Their facial appendages are their primary weapon, being used to slash, jab and grab prey in order to crush and tear it apart. They have no teeth in their mouths, instead shredding their victims with their facial appendages before ingesting them.

Paramites are sapient, albeit not very smart. They have their own language, a series of grunts, squeals and clicks, produced both vocally and through rubbing and snapping their fingers together. Paramites lair in the canopies of large trees or in the upper reaches of forest caves. There, they build nests out of webbing; their webs are not sticky, but sturdy and weatherproof, and last long enough to sometimes be utilized by other creatures once the paramites have moved on or died. Paramites do not collect treasure intentionally, but some useful or valuable items may be left as debris in their nests.

Paramite               CR 3 XP 800 N Medium magical beast Init +2; Senses blind, blindsight 30 ft., Perception +6

Defense AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+2 Dex, +3 natural) hp 26 (4d10+4) Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +3

Offense Speed 30 ft., climb 30 ft. Melee claw +6 (1d6+3 plus grab) Special Attacks constrict (1d6+3)

Statistics Str 14, Dex 15, Con 13, Int 4, Wis15, Cha 6 Base Atk +4; CMB +6 (+10 grapple); CMD 18 (22 vs. trip) Feats Power Attack, Precise Strike (B), Stealthy Skills Climb +22, Escape Artist +5, Perception +6, Stealth +8 (+12 in forests); Racial Modifiers +16 Climb, +4 Stealth in forests Languages Paramite SQ expert climber, webbing

Ecology Environment warm or temperate forests or underground Organization solitary, pair, pack (3-6) or nest (7-24) Treasure incidental

Special Abilities Blindsight (Ex) A paramite’s blindsight is based on hearing and scent. If it is deafened or in an area of silence, or if it cannot smell, it is treated as having blindsense. If both are true, it is considered to be blind. Expert Climber (Ex) A paramite’s racial bonus to Climb checks is doubled to +16. It can climb on vertical surfaces or ceilings as if under the effects of a spider climb spell. Webbing (Ex) Although a paramite’s webs are not sticky, they can be used to build structures. In addition, as long as a paramite starts a fall from a solid surface, it is treated as being under the effects of a non-magical feather fall spell, as it uses a tether to lower itself to the ground.

#paramite #oddworld #abe's oddysee #pathfinder 1e #magical beast #sponsored post

[samhainfae]

—let it bleed through my fingers, a treasure in my hands.

//strangers to lovers, fluff+angst, canon typical violence, blood, death, war, guns, mutual pining, abandonment issues, attachment issues, alcohol consumption, f!reader//

800 words.

x

You stared at the array of pretty scarves on the street, admiring them. You could never hope to afford one with your mother being sick. A feeling of dread washed over you. You were going to be alone soon, with no one but the ladies at the library. Your mother was the only family you had left.

“Pretty aren’t they?” A voice said from behind. A handsome soldier, in a pair of camouflage pants, and a gray sweater, a bag over his shoulder.

“Yes, sir.” You said, wide eyed. You hadn’t had much socialization outside of your dying mother. “I come here every day to look at them. My treat after caring for my mother. She’s dying.” You told him sadly. “You’re always reaching out your hand, until they’re no longer there to reach back.” You continued softly.

He looked impressed by something for a moment, eyes wide and jaw slack, before he kissed your forehead, lingering, making you press closer. You were hungry for affection, being so isolated. “How old are you, sweetness?”

You blinked, looking up at him, wondering why he asked. “Twenty five. You?”

“Thirty-two.” He looked at the vendor. “Purple, for the pretty lady.” He said, handing him some cash from his pocket.

“Sir, I won’t be able to pay you back.” You said, cheeks warming, reaching for some change in your pocket, anything to pay him back. You only found a pink gumball. With your cheeks warm, you handed it to him, “This is all I have.”

He took it, his heart aching that you didn’t just want to take from him. “It’s Billy,” he said, wrapping the scarf around your neck, and pulling your hair out. “I can’t deny a pretty girl with sad eyes.” He flirted playfully. “I grew up poor too, sweetness. I know about struggling.”

“You’re in the army, Billy?”

“Marines. Scout sniper specialist.” He said proudly grinning, picking up his bag he’d set down. “I’m about to go back over to Afghanistan. I’m almost late for my flight.” His knuckles tenderly brushed your cheeks.

“Good luck,” you said softly, before he left. “I’ll wait for you.”

But he wasn’t sure he heard you.

Billy had his rifle over his lap, waiting for the enemy to make a move. It had been an ambush, and a lot of their men had died. One who’d joked with Billy earlier that day and played cards with him and Frank the night before, him and Frank had to leave behind as he bled out, screaming.

Billy was covered in his blood, and shaking. He’d always hated attachments. His mother proved that relationships were ephemeral. That people were after themselves.

But he mourned that man’s death, and he reached into his pocket, pulling out your pink gumball. He took you with him at every mission, but was careful not to let the other men see. He’d kill someone over that little pink gumball, if they tried taking it.

He didn’t understand his vicious attachment to the little thing, other than someone who had shown they cared, had promised to wait for him. The promise of someone waiting at home for him was sweet.

He pressed his mouth to it, and swore he could smell your perfume clinging to it. Or maybe he was just goddamn tired, and hallucinating.

He quickly pocketed it as Frank moved over, a wry grin on his face. “Gonna eat that gumball eventually, Bill?” He asked, passing a flask to Billy.

Billy choked on the moonshine. “I’m savin’ it for when we go home.” He hedged., wiping his chin.

Frank looked out into the desert. It was quiet right now. The calm before the storm. He turned back. “What woman gave it to you?” He asked, taking the flask back, drinking from it himself.

Billy’s jaw ticked. He didn’t want to share you. He wanted to keep your sweet memory and his infatuation to himself. Mostly he didn’t want to look like a fool when he returned and you had inevitably found someone else. Or just wasn’t truly waiting for him like he thought.

Frank sat down next to him, and didn’t press any further, and Billy was relieved, as he closed his pockets, not wanting to risk losing you. And just in time.

Forces were coming towards their hiding spot, shouts over their heads, and they readied their weapons. Frank turned to Billy. “You get home to her, so you can give her a kiss.” He said roughly, turning and firing at someone, his shot going through the guy’s head, dropping him.

In the darkness, Billy’s cheeks turned pink as they burned. But he didn’t have a chance to respond as someone shot at him, missing by a hair’s breadth away.

He would come home to you. He swore it.

x

@kayhi808 @snowkestrel @vaguekayla @danzer8705 @e-dubbc11 @aoi-targaryen

#billy russo #billy russo x reader

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Stronger together

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<<Part 1

Part 2 to 'Don't make me choose'

Pairing: Miguel o'hara x reader

Word count: 800

Tags: @itzmeme @miatjie @juneonhoth

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You slumped against a broken metal shelter on some roof. The world glowing around you with a goulish green hue as faint sirens haunted the far distance. Earth-42 wasn’t paradise, it was the opposite, without a guardian in this realm, crime was raging and rampant.

But this was where you tracked Miles to last before the little red dot that kept tab on him faded. Now you were stranded, not sure of how any of this could help in preventing what was to come. Instead you were hungry, tired, soaked wet by the rain and there was no other alternative to survive here. The battle within your mind was that, you only knew one number by heart.

Tapping the device in your hands as you thought through the outcome, you took the jump, to make the call and waited as it beeped searching for a connection. You prepared your mind in that moment, for the possibility that he wasn’t going to pick up or that he would deem you deserved this to confidently abandon you here as a form of punishment.

Two beeps in, the line was active, his voice cracking through as he called your name repeatedly, his tone soaked with worry.

“Can you hear me?”, the line stabilized and you held the device close to you, as though it was an extension of him.

“Are you al-alright?”, the connection was a bit sketchy as he asked you but before you could respond,

“Yes.”, you said desperately.

“Are you hurt?”, he bombarded you with questions, without waiting to hear your reply and it only made it more clearer that he had been trying to search for you without a clue as to where you had vanished. In the state you were in, it cut loose within you everything you had held back, when you were out here thinking of the worst, he was there desperate to get you back.

“Where are you?”, he continued.

“I’m sorry.”, was all that you could utter before you broke down into sobs.

“I’m sorry, Miguel. I was foolish.”, you rambled only to hear silence from the other end.

“Hey.”, he interrupted you, his voice tender and soft.

“I was at fault too.”, he sighed.

“I lost sight of us and our pledge to carry the responsibility of being a hero, succumbing to the fear of the past “, he explained, not a hint of anger in his voice.

“Where are you?”, he asked again.

“I’ll come get you.”, he said it with a sweetness that you realized when you were longing to get back home, you were just wanting to get back to him.

“Earth-42.”, you answered and there was a pique in interest as he mumbled.

“Earth-42? How did you track him there?”, he asked, you could practically hear the gears turn in his head as he tried to connect everything together.

“The transporter maps us to our universe based on our spider bite.”, you began to explain but he jumped in following your train of thought.

“and he was bit by an anomaly which in turns masks his genetic makeup when scanned.”, he finished your sentence and you couldn’t help but smile. He understood the way you worked and that could not be replaced with anyone else.

“Clever as always.”, he remarked but you could sense the smile with which he said it.

“My power is running down and I don’t know how long I can stay put here, this world is –

The whizz of the dimension portal startled you as it opened near where you were and in the pouring rain your heart skipped a beat as you saw his silhouette step out, his head moving from side to side as he scouted for you.

He called for you and you didn’t wait, springing up from where you hid to run to him.

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight that he huffed bracing your impact. But the moment he felt your warmth, he held you close, placing his cheek on the top of your head, not worried about the rain or anything else.

“Te extrañé.”, he spoke into your ear.

“You're not angry with me?”, you mumbled into his chest to hear the soft reverb of his laugh.

“We’ve got to help him, Miguel.”, you said slowly and he nodded taking in the state of the world around, he brushed away the strands of hair that stuck to your face. He was making it clear now, that you ranked higher than those worries.

“I can’t stay mad at you for long.”, he tilted your chin up to see him and when your eyes locked, you knew that wherever you stood, with him, it was paradise. Even on earth-42.

“We’ll figure it out together.”, he gave you a knowing smile.

“Like we always do.”, he held your gaze, as if that was the core rule his universe operated on.

You were certain you would find a way to save Miles’s father, because when you and Miguel stood together, nothing could stand in your way.

“Now let’s go home.”, his hand slipped to yours and you wrapped your fingers around his.

#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099

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Behold! A TF2 OC!

They’re The Janitor, or really, just a janitor. Or Jay, if you want to call him by name. They work long, loooong days and are paid fuck all. They’re an art college dropout, and so navigated their early 20s riddled with debt and late bills. After a point he was ready to take any job, and Mann Co needed janitors. He sweeps the floors, mops up blood, shoves bodies into the wood chippers, does the dishes, and all without complaining! Being annoying is a friable offense, after all! (It says it on his contract, and yet Scout walks around with that mouth of his) Over the course of working at Mann Co, and taking Medic’s homemade testosterone injections, Jay really changes! Grows into himself and transitions :3 And he learns a lot about chemicals, especially dangerous ones that could ruin the circuitry of a robot that’s threatening your found family! He joins the battlefield as some strange mvm exclusive tenth class. He changes a lot, therefore, second design! It was fun to draw :3 More info under the cut! As well as a FUCKTON of doodles featuring a few other tf2 ocs :3

First of all, a fuckton of doodles! This first batch is my favorites from my doodle canvases of him, and some silly ones :3 cameo from @1-800-deactivatednearu​ ‘s Botanist and @sickknifetrick​ ‘s Butcher!

Next batch is transgender stuff, I apologize but I cannot make an oc that’s not queer in some way ^w^

And general body shape, he’s pretty pear shaped, and considering it was the 1960s and 70s, before top surgery he bound with tape, which absolutely fucked up his ribs! He did all his 12 hours shifts in that :3

And last but not least, the Janitor’s fallen in love with the Mailman :3 Specifically, @sicc-nasti​ ‘s mailman! The Courier! Aka, Brodie ^w^ Some doodles of the two of them!

And a comic panel redraw! I apologize, the lineart’s hard for me to imitate X3 I’m a ctrl z every 0.2 seconds kinda guy while Makani is not

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