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vanessaedp · 8 months

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141 + König reacting to you taking off your mask.

taking off ur bally 😜😜✌️✌️😗😗🫶🫶

warnings: fluff, british slang 😛

FLASHING GIF WARNING

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Price

He had known the reason why you wore a balaclava and if he's honest. He hadn't ever expected you to take it off.

That was until today.

It was a simple mission really, do some fancy dress up party and poison the target.

However, to get into the party you need to have a partner

So, you and Price partnered up and went to the party as a fake couple. You wore a simple red dress and he wore a tuxedo.

The day before the mission he approached you. "Planning to paint your mask to match the dress, Sergeant?" He joked.

"No sir." You shake your head. "Actually, I wasn't going to wear it at all but now that you say that I might have another idea." You scoff at Price's dissapointed expression.

On the day of the mission you and Price are sat in a vehicle, he's running through the mission with you and take your mask off.

His look alone sent shivers down your spine. You expected him to look at you with horror or disgust but to your suprise he looked at you with admiration.

"Bloody hell, your beautiful, sarge." He said, his voice raspy and his throat dry.

"Don't get too excited, captain." You laugh.

Ghost

You and Ghost had some things in common.

You both were traumatised at a young age and you both wore masks.

He cared for you somewhat. Like how he cared for Soap

Except he liked you more.

During this mission it hadn't gone well. You had a bullet graze the side of your head and now you were splayed across the concrete floor with Ghost surrounded by mangled metal.

"Wheres the bleeding?" Ghost checked everywhere.

"My head." You mutter, turning your head to show a dark patch on your mask.

"May I?" Ghost's fingers hooked under your mask as if he was going to rip it off anyway.

You furrow your brows and roll your eyes. "It's not like I have a bloody choice, i'm bleeding to death you tosser."

Ghost grumbles something under his breath before peeling the mask off and placing it beside your head.

You swear you see his eyes widen the teeny tiniest bit. His eyes trail down your face for a split second before setting on your bleeding skull. "Right.." He says with a sigh, his voice hoarse.

"Enjoying the view?" You scoff, wincing when he starts treating your wound.

"You wish." He mumbles, his gaze flickering down to your face and lingering there for a few seconds.

Soap

You and Soap had been dating for 3 years. Not once have you taken your mask off.

He doesn't mind but all he wants is for you to trust him.

Soap allowed to stay off while you were recovering from a near-death experience. His left arm was hanging on by a thread after being abushed in a mission. He survived and is now on drugs so he can handle the pain.

You visited after his deployment to see how he was. He acted like a drunk man when he saw you, probably from the drugs.

"Who the feck are you..?" He slurred, his head lolling to one side. "My girlfriend won't be happy to see this.." He mutters.

You giggle and take a seat beside his bed. "I am your girlfriend, Johnny." You look down at his leg. It's stitched neatly. You grimace for a moment. You can handle all the gore in the world but your boyfriends? Now thats a different story.

You hear his heartbeat monitor pick up. "You wha?" He asks, his voice higher pitched and his brows raised.

"I'm your girlfriend." You slowly place a hand on his face.

"Fucking hell." He mutters, his eyes wide. "Are you sure? I'm abit of a twat." He shuffles, trying to sit up however you place a hand on his chest and push him back down.

"If I wasn't your girlfriend would I do this?" You hesitantly lift your mask up and lean close, kissing his cheek. You do this because he'll probably forget about it but its precious to see his reaction anyway.

"Fuck me sideways." He says under his breath, looking at you with admiration. His eyes stare at your eyes then the little scar on your left eyebrow. Then the burn scar shaped like a cross. Presumably from a branding iron. He then stared at your lips. He licked his then spoke.

"Can you do that again? But on my lips this time."

Gaz

"Listen i'm so sorry.. I don't even know how this happened I swear i'll fix it." Gaz protested. He accidentally ripped your mask while in a sparring match, thankfully you covered your face before anyone else saw.

"Gaz, it's fine." You say a little sarcastically. Sure, you were pissed he had ripped your only mask but he offered to fix it so there wasn't much point in being annoyed with him. "I want it fixed by tomorrow."

"Of course. I promise it'll be fixed." He even pinky swore on it.

After a long 12 hours of being in your room without letting anyone in with fear that they will see you without your mask you hear a knock at the door. "Gaz?"

"I've got your mask. Can I come in." He asks, twisting the door knob.

"Alright.." You mumble and sit up. Watching the door open and Gaz step in, he shuts it behind him and stops dead in his tracks when he sees you.

"Christ." He swallows hard. "You don't really need this mask, do you? It's only a silly balaclava." He waves it around.

"Kyle give it here." You hold your hand out and Gaz sighs, walking up to you and handing it over. He visibly tenses up when your hand brushes against his.

"So does that mean you'll wear it less around me?" He sounds excited, his eyes fixed on your face as you slipped the mask back on.

"Don't get your hopes up, mate. Thanks for fixing it though." You stand up and give him a wink, hitting his shoulder playfully.

König

"Jesus christ how do you wear your hood for so long." You sigh, blowing raspberries through your lips and lifting the bottom of your mask up to let some air through.

It was a heatwave at the base and you were MELTING

"Mine's baggy. More airflow." König stared down at you, his arms folded across his chest. "Why don't you take it off?"

"Fuck off you manky wank-stain." You laugh, shaking your head. "Bloody hell." You whine, the heat irritating you.

"I have a spare hood if you want it, liebe." He offered. "Come." He gestures for you to follow him and you do. He takes you to his room and he rumages through his drawer, tossing you a shirt with two holes in it.

"The bloody hell is this?" You giggle, looking at the massive shirt. "Your a size.. XXL?" You look at the tag.

"Just put the shirt on, selbstgefällig." He rolls his eyes which widen when he sees you take your mask off. It was truly a beautiful sight. Your cheeks pink and flushed from the heat, some strands of hair stick to your forehead. It was all interrupted when you slipped the shirt over your head.

"Schatz.." He mumbles. "Your very pretty, you know. You don't need it." He holds his head low.

"Thank you, König thats very kind of you." You smile under the shirt and adjust it. "Thanks for the hood aswell." You step forward and cup where you think his face is from under the mask. "I'll wear this more often."

You leave the room, leaving König flustered, flabbergasted and head over heels in love.

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here u go pookies come here and kiss me

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hoarding-stories · 3 years

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SARGE'S SKIN SACK!?!?!

eugh

#critical role #cr spoilers #the nautilus ark #the nautilus ark spoilers #body horror #tw body horror #things went bad so fast #rip sarge

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holywoter · 3 years

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OHHHHHH MY GOD

#OH MY GOD #OH MY GOD SARGE #cr spoilers #critical role

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i-like-sparkly-things · 3 years

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Beautiful?

A Halstead!Sister

'But they don't know. They don't know what it's like to be you. They didn't know what it was like to wake up everyday, to a body you never asked for.

A body nobody wanted.'

Warnings : eating disorder, body insecurities, body dismorphia

Requested : Yup, by anon , 'could u do a fic where she has an eating disorder? and doesn’t tell jay but then one day she passes out at school and has to tell him?'

Word count : 1.7k

Note : this took too long I don't know why 😭but yall Guess who's thankful that yall bear with my English ? me. :) and ps this is my first request!! And yall please please know that all of you are so freaking beautiful and worth fighting for. Know that you are loved and it is never, ever weak to ask for help.

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The constant pain and sleepless nights were paying off. Your eyes sparkled when you saw your new numbers. It was working.

You took your diary, crossing out breakfast on the to do list after eating a banana.

This was going to be simple. check what you eat, check your weight and repeat . You knew that if you tried really hard, you would be the one in control.

Control. That's all you wanted. Such an easy, yet painful thing.

You looked to the mirror, as your hands hovered over your ribs sticking to the skin . You'd never felt so beautiful in your life. But your eyes roamed down to your thighs. The flesh of your legs were touching. It wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

'' Y/n , come on ! Move your ass! I need to get to work!! '' Jay shouted for you, from downstairs.

'' Shut uppp I'm comingg'', you yelled back.

Ever since your mom had died, dad always kept to himself leading you to stay with your brothers. It had become a routine. Jay would drop you off at school and Annie's mom would give you a ride home.

Lucky for you , Jay was constantly busy with cases. He hadn't noticed your new diet or the mood swings.

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Your teacher had started the lesson. And slowly you sensed something wrong. Your head was pounding. God why is she so blurry? You look to Anne sitting next to you and she's Blurry too. You felt your body giving up to the swaying ground.

'' y/n!! '' Annie shreiked as your limp body crashed to the floor.

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'' Chuckles!? '' Trudy called out,climbing the stairs to intelligence. "Do I look like a cocktail waitress to you? Where have you been??"

"Morning to you too, sarge" Jay sighed. "and its detective"

" Well , Detective , Y/n fainted at school and wanted you to pick her up"

"What ?" he asked shocked, aldready beginning to pick up his jacket.

"Sarge" he said, looking to Voight for approval, although he would leave nonetheless. "Go."

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"Mr. Halstead" the school nurse addressed him, as he entered the clinic.

"Call me jay. Y/n, are you okay? what the hell happened?" he asked you worried.

You had never fainted before and apart from the flu every couple of years, you had a clean bill of health, as far as he knew.

"Jay, I promise I'm fine. Just got a little dizzy, that's all" you answered knowing how overprotective he can get. Now all you could hope for was that he would let this slide.

"I tried getting some food in her but she told me she was fine" the nurse explained to Jay.

God No. the the salad she offered you had so many calories. you had made too much progress nothing was going to stop you especially a simple fainting episode. It was a minor setback but you were sure you could continue your weight loss diet.

" What, WHY? " he questioned, but just as you were thinking of a better reply " You know what, I'm gonna take her home." he interrupted your thoughts as he spoke to the nurse.

" Only if you are sure, you're good"

" I am Jay. One hundred percent." you replied, happy to skip the rest of the school day.

It's not like you've been paying attention any ways. You'd zone out a lot during class and your constant hunger and cramps didn't help either. But you drowned these feelings away with small sips of water and occasional slices of cucumbers.

You Craved the Emptiness. the feeling of being lighter. The feeling of being....... perfect. It was intoxicating.

Taking your school bag, Jay wrapped a study arm around your shoulders , guiding you through the school corridors and towards his truck.

"God, I can't wait to go to bed", You said climbing the truck and fastening your seat belt.

"Yeah right. I'm taking you to med" he stated. "WHAT? Jay, what the hell ? I told you, I'm fine!!"

You knew Will was working and didn't want either of your brothers to know about your new diet or how much weight you had lost. It was too late to quit. The disgusting image in the mirror was slowly getting better..... getting thinner, prettier.

"You've never fainted before Y/n, and I promise I'll get Will to run the exams and do all the tests" he assured you.

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"Y/n, I thought I told you I never wanted to see you here again.", Maggie greeted, pointing a finger at you.

"Awwww but I missed you", you pouted, " No don't do that. your brother's waiting in treatment room 3 so you better get going." she instructed and you dropped your school bag near the nurses station.

You and Jay enter the room, to a very worried Will. "Y/n, what happened?" he asked , gesturing you to sit on the bed.

"did you hit your head when you fell? Did you fall in the bathroom or something like that?", he continued, not giving you time to answer.

"what did the nurses say? are you stressed about school?" " Will-", you interrupted his rambling " I'm fine, just..... got a little dizzy."

You watched , as he took his pen light to your eyes. "Ah! Will, stop!!" You said, trying and failing to refrain him.

"You know, it'll be easier if you stop squirming" Jay commented with a smug smile. "Your not going anywhere"

"Shut up" you groaned.

You need to get out of here. What if they gave you food. What if they found out you were hungry all the time. They'd never stop making fun of you. They'd tell you that you were overreacting and that all this was so unnecessary.

But they didn't know. They didn't know what it was like to be you. They didn't have floppy arms or fleshy thighs. They didn't know what it was like to wake up everyday, to a body you never asked for. A body nobody wanted.

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"Jay" Will called out, seeing him outside your room. It had been a couple of hours since you were bought in.

Will had ordered some tests, being the ass he was.

Wonderful. You just hoped that all the tests would be normal and you could get the hell out of there.

"yeah man? just needed to text Hailey, Why, what's wrong?" Jay asked, studying the worried expression on his brother's face

"It's Y/n. "

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You were fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt when your brother's walked in, staring at you, as if you were a ghost.

"Y/n," Jay croaked out his voice laced with dread, "how long?"

No. No. No. This can't be happening. God, you knew that they were going to hate you forever.

"what the are you talking about?" you needed to try to get them to back away."Is something wrong?"

They were standing on either side of your bed. Jay came closer and sat down on your right the beside your knees, eyes never leaving yours.

"Your tests-" Will started, "They came back showing you have severe deficiencies. That your body is struggling to survive. That it's not getting enough food." he broke away from your gaze.

"We um-" Jay, as if almost on queue, continued."We looked through your school bag and found your diary. "

You sucked in a sharp breath and shook your head. No. He knew. They knew.

All your calorie counts, the amount of calories you can have in a day, your research on diets, workouts, to do lists, hell, even your Period Tracker was written down. (although you barely had it anymore)

That book was the reason you were finally becoming happy with yourself. Your body.

'I'm sorry', you mouthed "I'm so, so sorry" This was it. Your voice hitched, as tears flowed down your cheeks. "I was finally happy"

In an instant, your brothers were by your side.

Jay engulfed you into his chest, your words circling his mind. 'Finally?' God, you lived together! You were his sister! His baby sister! How could he have let this happen to you? How could he not have noticed that you were drowning? That you were starving yourself. What kind of brother was he?

Will rubbed your back, until your sobs became quieter. He was a doctor. A damn doctor! God knows how long this has been going on, but at the end of the day.... he failed. He failed to be there,..... when you needed him.

"Y/n, you don't have to do this. You're beautiful Y/n. You really are. And I'm sorry that anyone else has convinced in otherwise" Jay breathed out, hoping you heard him, in his embrace.

"It felt good, Jay" your voice was muffled by his shirt, but to your brothers, your voice was loud and clear.

"Did it?" You turned to Will, "Did the hunger feel good?" his heart broke saying the words out loud.

'Yes', you wanted to answer. Of course it felt good. You were getting so many compliments from your friends at school. Boys started acknowledging you now.

It was like you finally existed. You felt...... worthy.

But with all the strength you could muster up, you couldn't get the words out. Because there was always one voice that told you to quit. The voice you'd been drowning out for so long. The voice that told you, that you were in fact, beautiful.

Your mother's.

"No" you said, realizing that Will had tears in his eyes as well.

But you couldn't find a hint of shame in them, no matter how much you searched. Instead, you were met with the immense worry and guilt of your brother.

"We can help, Y/n" Will said, as he took your hand in his, "We will help and we'll be there every step of the way."

"Every step" Jay assured and you turned to him. "All you need to do, is let us in"

You weren't prepared for this. You had no idea what to say.

You didn't want to feel tired all the time, always craving for food. But the idea of going back - back to all that shame - that's what scared you.

"Y/n," Will spoke up, seeing as you were struggling to answer, "I promise you, we are going to make you feel better...... and we'll fight those thoughts of yours together."

You took a shaky breath.

Thoughts.

Your thoughts.

You had let them consume you for a long time now. Too long. maybe..... Maybe the right voice to follow, was your mothers'. "okay-" you sobbed, "okay", and once again you found yourself in Jay's arms.

You, clinging to him like your life depended on it and him holding you tight, because it did. His hand rested on your head, tangled with your hair.

Will saw a tear make its way down his brothers cheek, something he hasn't witnessed often.

Your brothers sat silently, listening to you cry. Taking in the conversation, only having a glimpse of the pain you were in.

You had a long, long road ahead but as you sat in your brother arms, you felt a sense of peace, comfort maybe.

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shifting-lark · 3 years

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So I made a group chat? Feel free to join!!! Any shifters (new to shifting or experienced) are welcome!!! This is a safe space to discuss our methods, experience, and ask any questions!!

Please reblog so other shifting blogs can see!!

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jessiebanethedragon · 4 years

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Could you please write something about Crosshair with his SO who was 2nd best sniper, but got blinded during a mission? How would he react? I'm sorry if you're not comfortable with this, just ignore this ask

Hello! i hope i did this ask justice, it’s kinda long so i apologize and as always, i hope you like it! ❤️

Crosshair loved and hated you from the moment he first laid eyes on you. It was at the shooting range on Coruscant, and he wanted to re-calibrate the team's weapons, (it was how he relaxed.) Except it wasn’t empty as he expected. It was currently full of Regs hollering at something or someone making shots at the furthest target. And he swore he saw red when he noticed all the blaster marks in the center.

No one out-sniped crosshair. No one.

So you can imagine his fury when the crowd parted and the bastard that was making shots wasn't a bastard at all but rather a breath-takingly beautiful woman.

“This is a GAR range.” He grit out through his toothpick. “No Civies allowed.” You flashed him a devilish smile and pointed to the republic symbol imprinted on your shirt's shoulder.

“Good thing i'm in the GAR then.” You told him. “Nice weapon.” You added nodding to his prized rifle, and on instinct he tightened his grip.

“Thanks.” He was not in the mood for small talk.

“Needs calibrating.” You noted, and everyone else was inching to the door, the competitive air in the room was too thick to miss.

“I. Know.” Crosshair said through clenched teeth. “Would be calibrated already but there's a sorry excuse for a sniper standing in my way.”

“Excuse me?” You asked, royally pissed off now.

“You’re excused.” He said pushing past you.

“Hey, i don't know who you think you are but i’ll have you know that you’re messing with the wrong sniper pal.” You yelled as Crosshair sat his things down and began setting up targets.

“Oh yeah, and why’s that?” He asked standing toe to toe with you.

“I’m the best in the GAR.” You said, reaching up and plucking the toothpick out of his mouth.

“That would be second best Sweets.” He smirked, grabbing your wrist mid air.

“Really? Because last I heard no clone could top my scores.” You snapped pulling your wrist away.

“No regular clone could.” Crosshair responded, emphasizing the ‘regular’ part of his statement.

“And what makes you so special?” You taunted, getting more and more frustrated.

“You’ll just have to find out, now won't you?” He said with a smile.

And the rest, they say is history. Days later you were assigned to a new clone force that of course he was a part of. And you quickly learnt he was in fact the best, you being a close second. But the more you knew him the less you minded. And beside being able to tell people your boyfriend was the best sniper in the army was a lot of fun.

Currently, you were running through some dense forest, making your way to the vantage point that Hunter had given you before he, Tech and Wrecker took off below you.

“You doing okay Sweets?” Crosshair asked through your comms, the very infuriating nickname sticking after the two of you met.

“Why do you ask? Scared I'll top your count this time?” You pant into your headset, damn this mountain was tall.

“Not a chance beautiful.” You can hear him chuckle.

“Can you two focus for once?” Hunter snaps.

“Sorry Sarge.” You both call into the comms, smiling into the fresh air as you reach the ledge clearing. Laying on your stomach and setting up the rifle.

“Looks like you got five clankers coming in on your left Tech.” You mumble, taking three of them out with a coupe shots, you see him take care of the others and throw a wave over his shoulder as a ‘thank you.’

“Hunter, somethings wrong.” Crosshairs voice crackles in the comms again. “There’s nothing over here, it’s empty. Kriff they’ve sent all battalions to the East.” You hear him curse again. You’re covering the East,

“That can't be.” you call to them “I’m in the east and no one is here.” There is a mess of sounds in your ear. Crosshair shouting at something, Hunter swearing, Tech calling out to Wrecker for backup and blaster bolts echoing in the distance. You sling your rifle over your shoulder and bolt down the hill. Skidding to a halt as you see heavy artillery weapons converge on your location.

You didn’t even stand a chance.

You wake to darkness and your first thought is that you’re dead. But you can hear vague ringing and arguing so you begin to frantically feel around to gain an understanding of your surroundings.

“Cyare, Sweets. Can you hear me?” It’s Crosshair calling to your in a very worried voice.

“Cross?” You scream to him, manic hands searching for your love.

“Hey, hey it’s okay, you’re okay.” you feel a hand on your arm but you still can’t see a thing. The conclusion hits you like a kaminoan wave.

“Cross I can't see. Crosshair I can't see. I can't see anything.” Panic settles into your heart.

“What do you mean?” his voice is scared and frantic. You feel tears on your face.

“I can’t see.” You whisper.

Crosshair is furious. Tech had to give you a mild sedative to run some tests and look at the damage to your eyes. He paces the ship back and forth.

“Is it permanent?” He asks when Tech rejoins the group.

“I cannot tell, I can't run the necessary tests here, she needs a proper medbay. But my best guess is the strike that hit her was a biological weapon. We can thank the Techno Union for that one.” He says, sitting down in defeat.

“So what you’re actually saying is that you’re useless in terms of actually helping her.” Crosshair snaps at him.

“Cross,” Hunter warns.

“Oh i’m sorry sergeant, would you like me to sugar coat it? Or do you wanna come up with another genius plan to get us all killed?” Crosshair says with a glare. He’s so far gone with anger nothing matters anymore.

“Stand down soldier.” Hunter says standing up himself, knowing that if crosshair is still like this when they get to Coruscant there's going to be major problems.

“She's. Blind.” He growls out.

“Yeah and you need to pull it together Trooper.” Hunter says, softening his voice. “She’s going to need you. Really, really, need you. Crosshair, if this is permanent…” He trails off when he sees the tears on his vods face.

“She needs you.” Wrecker speaks up, looking at the door into your bunk. And Crosshair takes off, leaving a broken Bad Batch in his wake.

He finds you laying on your back, running your hands up and down the sheets. Head whipping over as he opens the door.

“Tech?” You ask into the darkness.

“Jus’ me.” Crosshair calls to you, walking over to sit on the edge of your bed, careful not to disturb you.

“Cross!” You exclaim. Throwing your arms over to where you think he is.you smack his leg and he helps you find his face so you can feel it and know he really is there.

“Hey beautiful,” He says with a small smile.

“Hey mister.” You say with a sad voice. “What did Tech say?” You ask with a voice so unlike the joking, sassy one crosshair knew and loved.

“He said that you need a proper medbay.” He chokes out.

“It’s forever isn't it?” You say, beginning to cry.

“We don't know that, we’ll fix this, you’re going to be fine, good as new. Everything is going to be okay.” He swallows his tears as he tries to console you. What you ask next shatters his heart.

“Will you still want me if i can't be a sniper?” You question in between tears and hiccups. Crosshair moves you so that you’re in his lap and the two of you can be as close as possible.

“How could you think for a moment I wouldn't want you anymore?” His eyes search yours, like he always did, a calming habit of his. And where your steady gaze used to be, there's panic.

“I’m scared, please don't leave me.” You beg gripping his blacks tightly.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He states firmly. “I’m in this for the long haul Sweets. It’s me and you, till the end of the universe. Couldn't get rid of me if you tried.” he presses a kiss to your hair.

“I love you.” You curl into his chest.

“I love you more.” He says, pulling you closer and vowing to himself that no matter what happens the two of you are getting through it. Together.

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rough-and-whump · 5 years

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Possible new OCs

So I was thinking about the BTHB I have and I have some concepts for a collection of sci-fi characters.

There's Fem!Whump Cinnamon roll, not sure the name yet. Would be a specialist in some sort of sci-fi tech sorcery and magic or something. Her left arm is fully cybernetic. She has short hair, is small, lean and a female cinnamon roll. (is there a term for that?) Generally tsundere and cynical. She's basically a "switch" in that she can be any of the roles of the whump triangle.

Then there's Rookie, a total whumpee cinnamon roll who is just trying his hardest. He's super nice, very shy and introverted, very cute, and the type to suffer in silence so as to not worry others. And of course this backfires. Everyone loves him. Full-time whumpee.

And finally there's the... Er... Major? I need to find a good ranking system. Some sort of military police, sci-fi thing. Like Ghost in the Shell or Psychopass. She's, like, literally She-Hulk. Very tall, suuuper muscular and thicc. She's Rookie's C. O. and views him as this tiny little puppy to be protected. She goes full berserk if anyone hurts Rookie. She is the caretaker and whumper.

A story I wanna do involves several prompt from BTHB:

All three are in some sort of heated battle grounds

Fem!Cinnamon roll blocks an incoming attack and accidentally diverts it into Rookie.

He goes down, hurt but not in mortal danger.

The big, strong caretaker goes full tiger C. O. and rushes to Rookie.

In a rage, she turns on Fem!Cinnamon roll and slams her against the wall, and we sec how terrified Fem!CR is of the caretaker when she is usually fearless.

Caretaker goes too far and becomes a whumper by branding Fem!CR in a rage while Rookie pleads for her to stop.

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Decided on the ranks, so here’s the new descriptions.

Major, Fem!Caretaker/Whumper A big (6′+) woman who is very well-muscled. Think She-Hulk like build. She is not a small figure. She is a big teddy bear, though. Very caring, compassionate and protective of her subordinates. Especially the Rookie. She goes from protective and panicky stoic caretaker to vengeance-seeking violent whumper quickly, though. She’s the C. O. of the regular Patrol unit.

Sarge, Fem!Whump All-Star. Goes all ways on the Whump Triangle A small (5′ 2″), lean woman who is a specialist in the Augmented Response Task Force, a sort of combo of Section 9 and Psychopass - her unit is responsible for responding to calls that need the heavy guns and/or a response to heavily augmented or tech-wizard bullshit. Her left arm is entirely cybernetic. She has short hair, a resting bitch face, and snark for days. She’s usually the cynical bastard of the group - often whumped by Major and caretaken by Rookie. Sometimes caretakes for the both of them. Female Cinnamon Roll.

Rookie, Cinnamon Roll Whumpee A younger man, smallish in frame, desperate and eager to make a good impression on the force. Appropriately cautious, but suffers from a severe case of Critical 1 Rolling irl. He’s a gentle soul who just wants everyone to get along. Often has to play the injured control to the Major’s out of hand protectiveness, and the gentle caretaker for the cynical Sarge. Probably both Major and Sarge have a crush on him.

#whump #oc whump #new ocs #sci fi #bthb #ideas #fem!whump #cinnamon roll #fem!cinnamon roll #fem!whumper #major is stronk #sarge is a bastard #rookie is a sweetheart

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donut is pretty, he hasn't talked since season eight. (he hasn't talked since season eight). donut is pretty, locus is back, grif is lonely and church isn't here. (minorrr characters!! old freelancer washington is cr/zy, caboose is plain - church's family, totally messed up) (fish dinners and underwater bases, the unsc can't touch us here!)

holy shit it took me a sec and then prologue started blaring in my head

i’m trying to make a full version but man it’s…… i………

niner is fun, director is crazy, lina is plain, i cant make anyone dolokhov or helene, temple?? is hot, sarge is old school, simmons is good, donut is pretty, and church isn’t heeerrreeeeeee and what ABOUT DEXTER! DEAR BEWILDERED AND AWKWARD DEXTER

#asks #gknna have to study up a little bit if u wanna keep with the plot....#reply

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marvelousbelladonna · 5 months

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Sarge tells all his secrets

Taliesin eats a piece of paper

#critical role #cr spoilers #red nose day one shot #choose their adventure… again #Tony hale #cr sarge #Taliesin Jaffe #bobby socks #laura bailey #bramble #Sam Riegel #scanlan shorthalt #sam richardson #ranthiel

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lostdogsminnesota · 5 years

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Lost Dog- Rock Creek- Australian Shepherd- Male Date Lost: 04-28-2019 Dog's Name: Sarg Breed of Dog: Australian Shepherd Gender: Male Closest Intersection: CR 61 & MN-70 City where Lost: Rock Creek Zip Code 55063 County: Pine Color: White / Grey / Brown Dog's Age: Adult Dog's Size: Medium Any information on how lost, description etc: Both eyes are blue. He has a broad head. CONTACT Rachel Phone: (651) 592-7751 More Info, Photos and to Contact: http://bit.ly/2V7bzuD To see this pet’s location on the HelpingLostPets Map: http://bit.ly/2GBRGle Let's get Sarg home! #LDoMN #HelpingLostPets http://bit.ly/2XSS7i8

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pslmx · 6 years

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PREMIACION CAMPEONATO NACIONAL DE MOTOCICLISMO 2017

El pasado martes 12 de Diciembre se llevo a cabo en el Auditórium Profesor Manuel María Ávila Ayala del Palacio de los Deportes, la premiación del Campeonato Nacional de Motociclismo 2017, por la Federación Nacional de Motociclismo.

El evento inicio a las 7 pm con la premiación de los Campeones Nacionales de Moto trial, para luego continuar con los Campeones Nacionales de Motocross, Moto enduro y finalizar el evento con los Campeones Nacionales de Motovelocidad.

Así también se conto con la entrega de reconocimiento FIM LA a los Campeones Copa Minicross 2017.

José Morales Sub Campeón Clase 85cc 2017

Manolo Diéguez Sub Campeón Clase 50cc 2017

Adrian Méndez Campeón Clase 50cc 2017

PARA VER FOTOGRAFIAS DEL EVENTO HAZ CLICK AQUI.

RESULTADOS

CAMPEONATO MOTOTRIAL

CATEGORIA TR4

Fabricio Said Ortiz Quiroa

Leonardo Fabián Ortiz

Carlos Rafael Soto

CATEGORIA MASTER B

Peter Weilharter/Luis Hernández

Hugo Leonel González

CATEGORIA MASTER A

Álvaro González

Renato Calvinisti

David González

CATEGORIA TR3

Oscar de la Parra

Mauricio Flores

Juan Pedro Sarg

CATEGORIA TR2

Ana Lucia Soto

Kevin Antonio Chang

Carlos Alfredo Marinelli

CATEGORIA TR1

Diego Ordoñez

Luis Arturo Palmieri

Daniel Santos

CAMPEONATO MOTOVELOCIDAD

CATEGORIA 125cc NOVATOS A

Osmin De León

Agustín Calel

Braulio Hernández

CATEGORIA 125cc NOVATOS B

Vinicio Aguilar

Sergio Ocon

Ronald Herrarte

CATEGORIA 125cc 2T LIBRE

Nicolás Juárez

Nelson Rosales

Michael Santizo

CATEGORIA 125cc 4T LIBRE

Cristian Blanco

Eduardo Ocon Galeano

José Jiménez

CATEGORIA 200cc ENFRIADA POR AIRE

Fernando González

Danilo De la Cruz

Raúl Juárez

CATEGORIA 200cc ENFRIADA POR AGUA

Edvin Blanco

Yader Flores

Emerson Siliezar

CATEGORIA 250cc ENFRIADA POR AIRE

Moisés Hernández

Emilio Córdova

Roman Sanabria

CATEGORIA 250cc ENFRIADA POR AGUA

Antonio Pappa

Alexandra López

Freddy Hernández

CATEGORIA 300cc – 400cc NOVATOS

Juan Carlos Melgar

Edwin Moctezuma

Alberto Ixtecoc

CATEGORIA 300cc – 400cc INTERMEDIOS

Roberto García Solares

José Roberto Arzú

Rodrigo Cervantes

CATEGORIA 300cc – 400cc EXPERTOS

Francisco Parra Maza

Antonio Rodas

Sebastián Alvarado

CATEGORIA 600cc NOVATOS

Carlos Cáceres

Randy González

Rudy Fúnez

CATEGORIA 1000cc NOVATOS

Nixon Mach

Néstor Cabrera

Leonel Guate

CATEGORIA 600cc INTERMEDIOS

José Mazariegos

Mauricio Roque Díaz

Luis Minondo

CATEGORIA 1000cc INTERMEDIOS

Mauricio Roque Díaz

Oscar Estrada

CATEGORIA SUPERSPORT

Enrique Echeverría

Mario Abascal

Carlo Vitale

CATEGORIA SUPERBIKE

Enrique Echeverría

Enrique Villagrán

Cesar Guillen

CAMPEONATO MOTO ENDURO NACIONAL

CATEGORIA NOVATOS

Raúl Ponce

Brandon Alexix Morales Orellana

Diego Sánchez

CATEGORIA PRE EXPERTOS

José García Mejía

Diego Mendoza

José David Barrios

CATEGORIA EXPERTOS

Marvin Calderón

Josué Daniel Flores

Andreas Elci

CATEGORIA SUPER EXPERTOS

Jorge Álvarez E1

Diego Bauer E2

Juan Diego Chang JUNIOR

Ricardo Alvarado MASTER

CAMPEONES ABSOLUTOS

Jorge Álvarez

Juan Diego Chang

Diego Saravia

CAMPEONATO FUN ENDURO

CAMPEONES DE CADA CATEGORIA

Cario André Muñoz - Categoría Infantil

María Cristina Ruano - Categoría Femenina

Jorge Armando Lemus - Categoría ATV

Fernando Basso - Categoría Máster

Kevin Dubon - Categoría Novatos

Bruno Boguerin - Categoría Pre Expertos

Marvin Calderón - Categoría Expertos

Daniel Vega Posadas - Categoría Súper Expertos

CAMPEONATO MOTOCROSS

CATEGORIA PEWE

Adrian Martínez Armas

Carlos Mayorga

Mario Méndez

CATEGORIA 50cc B

Martin Alvarado Barrera

Nicolás Guzmán Chour

Adrian Martínez Armas

CATEGORIA 50cc A

Manolo Diéguez

Mauricio Castañeda

Héctor Adrian Méndez

CATEGORIA 65cc B

Javier Morales Álvarez

Ricardo Segura

Manolo Diéguez

CATEGORIA 65cc A

Jeremiah Oliveros Aguilar

Christopher Ordoñez Valencia

Nicolle Acevedo Monzón

CATEGORIA 85cc C

Carlos Castillo Lara

Alexander Morales Orellana

Sergio Antonio Morales

CATEGORIA 85cc B

José Andrés Morales

Yosman Enrique Méndez

Jeremiah Oliveros Aguilar

CATEGORIA 85cc A

José Mazariegos

Alessandro Aguilar

Sebastián Gudiel Gomar

CATEGORIA FEMENINA

Paula Barrientos Mijangos

María José Arévalo Arauz

Addry de Dios Ruiz

CATEGORIA MX 2 C

Cristian Carrillo Gutiérrez

Rodrigo Morales Álvarez

Manuel Galeano Lemus

CATEGORIA MX 2 B

Yony José Castillo

Hans Daniel Muller

Miguel Angel Linares

CATEGORIA MX 2 A

Roberto Castro (CR)

Rodrigo Bardales

Tony Martínez

CATEGORIA VETERANOS A

Carlos Mazariegos

Luis Méndez (CR)

Víctor Meza

CATEGORIA VETERANOS B

Julio Montes Imeri

Franz Schippers Castillo

Raúl Alejandro Sagredo

CATEGORIA MX 1 C

Pietro Barreda Gilardi

Juan Ponce Figueroa

Cesar Bressani Solís

CATEGORIA MX 1 B

Tyron Cordon

Gabriel Zaghi

Herbert Donis

CATEGORIA MX 1 A

Roberto Castro (CR)

Esteban Castillo (CR)

Rodrigo Bardales

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