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gooseloverfiction · 17 days

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Crimson Rush

Colt Seavers x afab!reader +18

It was supposed to be 'chill with some drinks' type of the evening, but nothing is ever so simple with you two...

Warnings: bit of violence, blood, wound... Some blood kink? Or just *urge to lick that bit on your sexy bf*, other than that smuuuut, piv, no protection, fluff and some Colt's goofiness (?)

AN: All thanks to one comment of @bluehody at bts photos from Man's Health mag

Word count: 2508

You really needed that.

The bar, drinks and karaoke.

And Colt…

He was late as always, steaming hot after some run for a few blocks when shots took longer than he anticipated. But he still showed up as he promised. You had to give him that, he would move heaven and earth to get to his date.

It was almost perfect.

Except for the bunch of a-holes who wouldn't stop screaming to microphones, some bachelor party going into a mess, ruining your mood as you finally get your hectic schedules aligned for that one outing to have some fun. And you couldn't even sing.

You downed your drink with a loud gulp, making Colt side-eye you with raised brow.

“Slow down cowboy, we still have the whole night ahead.”

You rolled your eyes and mumbled something under your breath, showing to the bartender that you wanted the same drink again.

The warm, scratched hand caught your knee and rubbed soothing circles through the fabric of your jeans. He turned you on the barstool to face him and used his thumb to collect a single, orange drop from the corner of your mouth. You're suddenly too painfully aware you're in public, because you would definitely catch this finger with your lips and suck it, watching Colt's blissful face.

“Don't make those eyes, please…,” he leaned closer to you but it was too loud anyway for anyone to listen.

“What eyes?” your voice was far from innocent, when your lips ghosted his.

“OI GIRL, YOU CAN DO MUCH BETTER!”

You looked behind your man and saw drunk guys making some obscene gestures towards you. Colt wanted to turn around and see what it was about but you caught his stubbled chin, pulling him into a hot kiss. With the other hand you showed those guys international sign to fuck themselves and forgot about them once the eager tongue snaked into your mouth, making both of you moan.

Awful noise around you silenced and you managed to pry yourself from Colt much to his disappointment and almost run toward the microphones. Once on the ground, you knew he was right, you definitely went too hard and too fast on those drinks, your world suddenly spinning.

But before you could entangle yourself in cables around, a strong arm steadied you and the familiar scent made you weak in knees for a moment. When you looked at him, he had his goofy smile plastered to his face, his eyes showing the same amount of affection and drunkenness tho you had to admit he often had this dazed gaze when around you. Drunk with love, as he always said… how cheesy he could be. Colt definitely watched too many romantic comedies.

“What do you want to sing?”

You looked at the monitor he rolled in front of you and squinted your eyes. Your finger pushed the list up and a wide grin was instantly on your face.

“No… Come on… You know how terrible I sing,” he tried to leave you on a tiny stage but your grip on his leather jacket stopped him.

“Come on baby, no one can sing here. And it's not true, I like your sweet falsetto,” you kissed the tip of his nose and made him huff.

“You're not making it better,” he growled into your ear sending goosebumps down your neck.

Using your ultimate weapon, The Pout, made him finally push the play button and grab the microphone.

A familiar tune started, making you want to snap your fingers to it until Colt's part came, a bit too sudden for him but he quickly caught the tempo.

“I got chills, they're multiplying

And I'm losing control

'Cause the power you're supplying

It's electrifying (electrifying)”

You couldn't not break into a laugh for his high pitched voice trying to sound like John Travolta.

“You better shape up

'Cause I need a man

And my heart is set on you

You better shape up

You better understand

To my heart I must be true”

Colt made a hurt face, flexing his broad shoulders and wordlessly showing his all muscled up stuntman body. You slapped him as he made you break a few notes and he almost forgot to jump into the last line, “Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do.”

With the chorus you both were so invested, you didn't hear any commotion except for music around you.

“You're the one that I want (you are the one I want)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey

The one that I want (you are the one I want)

Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey”

Someone stood in front of you, making your voice falter.

“Oi, cut that crap, give us those mics, we will show you how real men sing.”

The song still played but you stopped and looked at the same assholes from earlier with what you hoped was fearless anger.

“Oh yeah? And how do you know how real men sing?”

You could hear Colt groan behind you, knowing you were in a ‘making troubles’ mood.

“Listen bitch…” one of them started but quickly stopped when the stuntman caught his shirt and shook him.

“What did you say to that lady?” his voice was almost a low growl, making your stomach drop… Not only because of the sense of oncoming fight. Colt was a walking epitome of peacemaker and hardly ever turned into any kind of violence, but God he looked hot like that.

And then the chaos broke…

You couldn't even see the fist coming from Colt's left side, only when he ducked and made the punching guy hit his fellow, who was still in your man's grasp.

Stuntman moved back, turning his body to shield you, pushing you in at the right moment, when the third drunk roared and ran into him, slamming his body into a wall. Colt gut punched him and tried to get away from the attacker, circling him in some almost like dance move. Before the guy could turn, the kick in his ass sent him to the wall and the ground.

“Guys, guys! It's delicate equipment!” you've heard the bartender's pleading voice and shout to Colt when one of the men picked up the microphone and swung with it. He dropped at the last moment and made the guy tangle in the cables and fall…

A hard knock to his forehead made Colt stumble to the back, not getting exactly where it came from but before he could take another blow, you screamed and punched the man holding a heavy ashtray, square into his jaw, just like Colt taught you, sending him to the ground.

You turned to your man swaying on his feet, catching his open jacket and jeans shirt under it, pulling him into an embrace.

“God Colt, that looks awful…” blood trickled from his busted brow, caught up in his short beard.

“You were amazing,” he smiled and let you move him toward your seats.

You called for the bartender and asked for some clean cloth and he reluctantly brought one from the back and looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“Now pay up and leave before I call the cops… And don't come back…” his tone was more of a pleading but you still huffed in amusement. They're the ones who started it all!

Colt already put the bill, with some extra ‘for a trouble’, on the counter and headed for the door, pushing balled material into his throbbing head.

You whisked the keys from his pocket and he didn't protest, going right to the passenger seat in his truck.

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“What if it's a concussion?”

“I'll be fine. This is made of concrete,” Colt knocked on his head, wincing with pain.

"Concrete my ass…” you mumbled and pilled off his jacket, his shirt and reached for his already blood dirty, formerly white t-shirt.

“I'm sorry, did I miss the moment where it was my fault?” the man asked with a silly smile. He always found you adorable when you were so frustrated and annoyed.

You took the crimson cloth from him, slowly, not sure what will be behind it. His whole brow was swollen, making his eyelid slightly covering his sparkling, blue eye. It looked bad…

But there was something mesmerizing in his ash covered, bitten up face, the tiny trickle of blood still coming from the wound.

“Hon… You have this look again…” he swallowed a bit of a shaky voice, the adrenaline making way for entirely different type of rush in his blood.

“What look…” your voice dropped into murmur, your face inches from his. “I'm sorry… But you look so hot right now.”

Colt didn't have a time to protest, when you slowly dragged your hot, wet tongue on the side of his face, tasting the metallic trail right up to his wound. He whimpered when your tip lapped not too gently on the cut, your lips trying to soothe the sting.

You didn't even know when you migrated on his lap, his hands clutching at your flanks. You weren't sure if he shook underneath you because of the pain or pleasure, but his hard bulge digging into your groin gave you some hints.

With some, not so subtle, moves of your hips you made Colt root into you, the friction definitely too little for your likening.

“Too many layers…” you groaned into his jaw, nibbling your way to his thick neck. Your hands desperately tried to undo all buttons in his jeans, feeling him doing the same to you.

Your lips captured Colt's moan when he felt your hand slip past his boxers and fixed his strained cock, taking some pressure of it, teasing his leaking head.

“Too tight, babe, you need to get rid of them…,” his hands pushed you abruptly and caught the waistband of your jeans, taking them off in one motion, almost ripping his own pants right after.

Before you could sit back at his lap, he held you by your butt, your knees wide with his muscled thighs between them.

“What are you…,” you've started but quickly shut up, when Colt slide down the seat, his wide chest pushing your legs even more apart. You brace yourself on the backrest of the couch and swallowed the shout ripped from your throat by stuntman’s skilled mouth attacking your already oversensitive pussy. He licked long strip between your folds, probing your dripping interior, pushing as deep as he could, making you shiver, pulling you closer to his face. His beard scratched but you didn't dare to say a word when he was licking you into oblivion. It felt almost too much when he sucked at your clit but still too little for you to come.

“Colt, Colt, Colt…” you tried to catch his attention and he stopped middle lick, tongue buried in your core.

“Whot, whot, whot,” he mumbled, moving his face with your raising body.

“I need you… All of you…”

You didn't have to tell him twice, being suddenly thrown on your back, your knees pushed to your chest.

The man above you didn't even play a tease, not even align himself, just impaled your pussy with his thick, veined cock, his heavy balls hitting your exposed butt.

“Oh…my…Go…” your moan died when he hit your cervix, but before you could feel any real discomfort, Colt moved back a bit and was too eager to keep himself deep long enough. He quickly picked up the pace, his breath uneven, wincing when the sweat from his forehead fall right into the cut on his brow. The salty drops mingled with fresh blood and dropped on your cheek and nose, leaving pink dots there. Feeling around, you caught the sleeve of Colt's t-shirt and gently wiped his face, keeping it for a moment on his injury.

He leaned into your touch, guiding your legs to hug his hips, pushing your chests together.

With hands thread through your hair, he kissed you, his moves becoming sloppy and irregular.

“I'm close baby, are you close?” he huffed into your mouth at one breath between kisses.

You nodded and then slightly shook your head. You were balancing on the edge for some time now, you just needed something little bit extra.

“Okay… Okay,” he mumbled and reached with his hand between you. His thumb found your clit right away, the arousal you felt making it impossible to miss.

You literally shook when he swiped the pad on your nub and before you knew, your pussy clenched his cock, driving it deeper, almost locking it inside.

Your eyes shot to his swollen brow and you felt almost embarrassed for how this look made you cum immediately.

Colt, feeling you contracting around him, your mouth letting a string of cut off moans, grunted into your neck, biting it, chasing his own bliss that made you full of his seed in seconds. He rode the high, pushing himself on his locked arms, looking into your eyes.

He didn't even have to tell you The Big Word. You saw it in his gaze. And you hoped he saw it too in yours.

With Colt's long puff and sudden cold embracing your sweat covered body, the sudden realization of everything that happened dawned on you.

“Oh God… Baby, I'm sorry,” you sat quickly, squirming at the cum flowing out of you and strain on your hips. You kneeled next to your man who now tried to catch his breath, wincing at the throbbing pain he suddenly became aware of.

“What are you sorry for?” he sighed and looked a bit dazed at you fussing around, your hands gently cupping his face.

“T-this and… you know…” your thumb reached but omitted the swollen part of his face.

“Your blood kink kicking in?” he chuckled and winced again.

Your eyes shot wide and you slapped his arm.

“I don't have a blood kink!”

You left him, rushing to the bathroom for a first aid kit and fresh water in a bowl.

When you got back to him, Colt managed to just tucked himself back in boxers, the whole day of shooting, the bar fight and your last quite intense session finally crushing down on him. He just hardly registered your gentle hands washing his face, cleaning his wound and putting some steri-strips on the cut to close it. With his injury secured you put his shirt on and helped him untangle from his jeans caught at his ankles and almost dragged him to bed.

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“How are you feeling, baby?” you took the glass from him after he swallowed some painkillers and let him pull you to lay on top of his body. He hummed and held you close.

“Dazed and amazed. You have a nice punch there, Rocky,” you felt him kiss the top of your head and wanting it or not, you let the weariness and lingering alcohol take over you, sleep suddenly heavy on your body.

Before blacking out, you only mumbled, more to yourself than Colt, “I don't have a blood kink.”

#ryan gosling #colt seavers x reader #colt seavers #fall guy #n s fw #x reader

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magewritesstories · 1 month

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[ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ ] ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʜᴏʟᴅ

summary; they already knew they were in love with you, but in this exact moment, they know they're absolute goners tw; none just fluff (one teeny tiny dig at geto bc i am me) note; just some fluffy blurbs word count; 813 (they're short blurbs) jujutsu kaisen masterlist // main masterlist

SATORU GOJO knows he's a goner when he walks into his apartment and finds you lazing on the couch in fluffy wool stockings and his ugly Christmas sweater.

Your legs hanging from the side of the couch's armrest, swinging them back and forth as you flip through the pages of last month's Vogue edition.

You look ethereal, and you look like you were made to be there.

There in his apartment, in his clothes.

Gojo unties the blindfold across his eyes and practically falls down on top of you. His chin digs slightly into your chest as he looks up at you. "Hi."

You let out a breathless giggle as you go through the magazine onto the coffee table, weaving your hands through his snowy white locks instead. "Hi."

You indulge him, let him stay there for a while before trying to wriggle out of his grip. Gojo just lets out a loud whine, tightening his grasp on your waist.

"C'mon, babe, I've been waiting all day for you to get back so that we could decorate the tree together." You gesture at the carton box filled with ornaments sitting next to the huge Christmas tree in the corner of your living room (Gojo insisted you guys get the biggest one.)

You manage to get out of his grip and walk over to the tree, grabbing the first ornament—a sparkly plastic candy cane.

"Well?" You turn to your boyfriend, "Are you gonna help or not?"

Gojo moves off of the couch, snapping out of his reverie.

It's such a mundane thing—decorating the Christmas tree in preparation for December 25th—still, Gojo feels like his heart is on wings when he watches you get on your tip-toes to place the red ornament in your hand on a higher branch.

He's loving every second of it, standing there next to you as you whine about the fact that you want to be the one to place the tree topper on top of the Christmas tree (even though he's taller and it would be much easier for him to do it) he thinks he could do this for the rest of his life.

The mundane things, that is.

Yeah, Gojo thinks as he watches you, he's definitely a goner.

SUGURU GETO thought that the word tired was an understatement of how he was feeling. He could still feel the ache in his bones as he begrudgingly got out of bed.

He'd gotten home late from the mission last night (around 1 AM) and to be very honest, he was still tired.

But the sound of Nanako and Mimiko's giggling, accompanied by your soft laughter was enough motivation to drag him out of bed.

A small chill runs over his spine as he slips on a sweater that was strewn on the designated clothes chair in the corner of your room, and he makes his way into the kitchen.

Nanako and Mimiko are sitting at the breakfast counter, legs dangling off the stools, with open (blank) notebooks in front of them.

You're standing behind the breakfast counter, bowl of pancake batter resting on your hip as you point to something in Mimiko's textbook.

"No, you have to multiply first, even if the addition is written first," You instruct, grabbing an extra pencil as you quickly jot something down in Mimiko's notebook, "Like this."

The girl nods and does (presumably) a different exercise before turning the notebook to you with a proud smile. You ruffle her hair as you praise her for doing the exercise correctly.

"What's going on here?" Geto questions, making his presence known as he rounds the breakfast counter to place a quick kiss on your temple.

"Nothing much—I think our daughter might be the next Einstein," You reply, softly pinching Mimiko's cheek.

Geto lets out a loud laugh, "Yeah? What about you Nanako?"

The blonde girl huffs as she puts down her pencil in frustration. "I don't need to be Einstein," The girl replies haughtily, "I'm gonna be an actress."

You and Geto share a look at the proclamation. "Are you?" You ask teasingly, "Well, don't forget us when you're all famous, okay?"

"I would never!" Nanako replies, making both of you laugh.

"Well, we can achieve those dreams later," Geto comments, "How about we have breakfast first?"

You poke his cheek slightly. "You're the only one that still needs to have breakfast, we ate hours ago."

"Mom's right, Dad," Mimiko comments, and Nanako quickly adds, "You're lazy—we've been up for hours."

The words warm Geto's heart a little. "Is that so?" He asks, only get a hum of confirmation in reply.

He takes a seat next to Mimiko and watches as you dance around the kitchen making breakfast. The sight makes him want to melt into a puddle on the floor.

You're so perfect, Geto thinks to himself, what would he do without you?

(*cough* turn into a genocidal maniac *cough*)

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen suguru geto #suguru geto x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #suguru geto x y/n

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boringkate · 2 months

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Any time people go on about anti trans hate and violence being on the rise (which I'm not outright disputing bc fuckin idk it sounds pretty plausible (my understanding is that just hate crimes in general are up) (people are increasingly radicalized by right wing social media etc) (tho I'd argue the average person is more chill than ever about queers in general)) I get thrown off by them leaving out how the trans community is also on the rise.

Like.

If the trans community is over nine thousand times larger then there'd have to be over nine thousand times as many hate crimes just to maintain the same level of danger for individual trans people.

Which obv the people saying this stuff are incentivised to leave out. Because either they're saying it to fear monger and justify their own paranoia (if you're a white girl living in montreal then you aren't gonna get full on murdered by a stranger just for being a tgirl lmao be realistic) or they're saying it to garner pity from the cis (we deserve rights specifically because we're just so murderable!)

Like check this out. I don't know how to find decent statistics on this stuff, but here's a pic that came up when I did a duckduckgo image search for transgender hate crimes graph.

Very scary!!! Except it definitely felt like the number of trans girls out in the world also got multiplied by like AT LEAST two point five from like 2013 to 2020.

"But that chart only goes up to 2020 and it's gone up since then! Very scary!"

So has the number of people transitioning (again)! It's raining girl dick out there, babe!!!!

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bratty-telepath · 1 year

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It has come to my attention that people often don't consider I'm poly and I am a multi-shipper meaning that if I see a range of characters, I will devise a way for them all to be happy together in some way, shape or form, with each other, this includes redacted so…

Bratty Telepath's Poly Redacted Stuff/Multi-shipping shit

(I am a disgrace for not coming up w a better title)*

In this, I will be giving you, dear reader, my poly headcanons and thoughts regarding the redacted universe (this will probably come up again as time goes on). If that's not your cuppa and you prefer monogamous content then that's great! I'll just be over here making people have feelings for each other to make myself happy and you can be over there! Also none of this is organized. It's me rambling off about the things that invade my brain

David /Angel/Asher - happens after David meets and dates Angel and he's able to actually loosen up enough to see that Ash has always cared for him before he starts realizing "oh shit, I'm in love with my best friend" before they go on a bout of him avoiding Asher to avoid his feelings as Asher think David's drifting away again. Angel is who pulls these idiots back together and is like "fix yo shit".

Darlin/Sweetheart/Sam - is long running and went on for a while before Darlin left Dahlia. They were highschool sweethearts who were still dating while SH was at DAMN. At the same time, SH was also seeing Sam unofficially before he got turned and dropped out. Both these bitches really ran and SH was like "I am never letting you shits go" when they met again. SH/Darlin is very much a danger duo situation while SH/Sam is a flirty old roommates situation.

The DAMN polycule - them bitches hanging out and FL was like "what if we dated each other" cuz like they were all not actually seeing anyone they figured "eh, we can try", it started out as a joke...but then they caught feelings and now they're all dating :3

Aaron/Bäbe(aka Smartass)/Asher - Bäbe's old job was with Aaron where they met Asher and when they got a new job, they started dating Aaron. Asher and Aaron know about each other and hang but they're not dating

DAMN polycule/Lovely/Vincent - I think Lovely should know more people and more people should know Lovely. I also think Vincent and Gavin have fucked and they both push Damien's buttons and Huxley has them both on a leash. They'd all be cute together, I know it.

Milo/Lasko/SH - All of my loves, in one ship? Absolutely. After inversion, Lasko started talking to Milo when he was isolating from the group because Milo made him feel bigger than he ever felt when they met and not long afterwards, Lasko ended getting pursued by Milo and SH. It's a very fun relationship.

Sam/FL/Darlin - *Ahem* FL finds Sam w Lovely's help and they ask him to teach them about healing magic. He takes them on as their tutor because he recognizes the same spark he had in them and they both start falling for each other. Darlin is chill w it and doesn't join in the relationship until they get to know FL better and are like "you are amazing and I am going to keep you close forever now".

Milo/Darlin/David/Asher - THEY ALL USED TO BE BEST FRIENDS GROWING UP AND NOW THEY'RE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER AS ADULTS. That's it. That's the plot. That's the idea.

David/SH/Milo - Milo realizes he likes David when he talks to SH about him and SH's like "you should tell him then" but Milo's hesitant because they're not as close as they used to be. David however does like Milo but he also likes SH because of their small back and forths with each other and how much he respects their dedication so SH who's noticing all of this is like "He likes you, and he likes you. I think both of you are idiots but you're hot and have a good personality sooo let's all date".

Asher/FL - They're so good together, I promise. Asher and FL bounce energy between one another like a particle accelerator of sorts so they multiply each other's vibes but they both know how recognize and help each other through their shit.

Guy/Seer(Honey)/Morgan - Honey has been a seer obscura all along and was fine dating Guy cuz he was unempowered and they never needed to worry about him finding out about seers but when they have the inversion vision, they meet Morgan who's like "I can help". Morgan requires stress relief which Guy is great at, and Guy+Morgan are also amazing at helping slow down Honey.

SH/Vince/Lovely - These three have a dyanmic where Vince used to get in trouble with the department and used to flirt w SH a lot but SH always kept him ar a distance cuz he didn't have any damn sense. Then SH started liking the person Vince was when he was actually with Lovely. Vince has always liked SH but they just never visibly returned his feelings so he thought they weren't interested but Lovely was like "maybe, talk and like figure that shit out so my boyfriend can stop acting like a fuckin' loser". Vince's dyanmic w SH is absolutely flirty back and forths in contrast to complete adoration of Lovely.

That's all for now, I'm tired of writing but if you're curious about my thoughts on a ship, shoot it my way in a ask🤷🏾‍♂️

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spiderh0rse · 2 months

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freeman's mind notes part 7, e31-35

e31

microbiologists and missiles go together I don't know what he means

has learned missile launches are very simple to perform. Single button.

"EEEAAAHHHHH"

"blehblblbhe!" "menmeh?"

sniper round left a crater in the suit :(

TRIPMINES BAYBE

comes to the conclusion that if he kills dozens of people it'll be impossible to pin the blame on him. I think that'd work. I've heard a story like that before.

this is the worst subway in the world

"never fired a gun" sir???? how are you handling the guns you HAVE this well. Dude.

but yeah Gordon's background is pretty clean

this is a FAMILY military silo

knows a lot about spree killers. true crime fan??

LEECH PANIC

running a secret challenge here where I only breathe when he's above water. Not too tough but fun

return of the panicked underwater mumbling

looks less like he's swimming and more like he's pushing off the bottom of the floor

definitely got water in his lungs

"BLAHHHH."

e32

air is good! working relationship with it!

worms are NOT conducive to good business

don't panic, don't panic... PANIC

breathed in water again.

He's wet.

needs snacks so bad. States multiple times that he's hungry

wouldn't care if he were working for a James Bond villain company

used to show up to class drunk in grad school. Med student roommate. Would purge the worst of the side effects overnight with an IV of saline

uninterested at the tranq gun until he realizes he could get high off of it

"these are crazy times B)"

single pistol shot. He killed the shark. Truly.

xylazine :( can't get high off it

dropped into water unexpectedly, choked by a barnacle, dropped again. No breath

has read or at least is reasonably familiar with Moby Dick

WHISTLING YEAH

underwater humming

plans to hide from the government in a Dallas night club

e33

shrugs off the idea of killing barnacles because of how much blood they'd puke up

bets janitors survive more than any other employee

smells like mildew down there :(

a bit disturbed at how little the opposing armies are fighting

roleplays as a few other people talking out his options. Readies my System Beam. Knox and MacIntyre. And their CO.

the suit is indeed not designed for swimming. It's waterlogged :(

he is the Bruce Lee of physics

the SNOT MONSTERS are multiplying

ahhh yeah the eternal search for funding

gman.... Not sighting! I know he's here though.

would've liked to freak people out with a dead pig with a lab coat in the crushers

worried about things teleporting inside of him

has seen The Fly

broke a computer. Oops.

error 482, someone shot the server with a 12-gauge

knows Spanish. Assumes some random guy standing around speaks it primarily

incredibly bothered by being covered in tracking devices

the guy who told him about the devices gets to live

e34

his options are keeping the suit on or... Stripping down, he says? he doesn't mind walking around naked, he says..?

not stripping in front of the scientist

10 kelvin jegus

mumbles the entire time he's in the freezer until he gets to warm pipes

the aliens are Not from a swamp planet. They're fine in the freezer

outworlders... He's simulating specism right now

obviously doesn't think the guard before the assassin room actually killed himself. Dodges to the side, hears a silenced gunshot

Grimms tales... Don't include sniper fairies

you are NOT thinking like a ninja

no one is ever ready for ninjas- aye he says the same thing

you're not going to lift that door, Freeman.

times going quick!

funny noise as he moves the surface access lever

starting to like the bright orange HEV. Means people shoot at it instead of his head

makes a final wheeze before passing out

complains as he's being carried off about people plotting to kill him. Laughs with em though

e35

new intro. Cafeteria from Office Complex.

rambling like he's giving a lecture about physics as he wakes up

SO disoriented. Head injury. Brain damage?

actually sounds pretty chill

wants alcohol. Seems to prefer bourbon.

seems to just be creating memories wholesale here

not the first time he woke up in a trash compactor

alliteration :>

doesn't have a BIT of the last couple days

last time he woke up this disoriented was in Austria. He was missing his clothes for a bit until he could make new ones from garbage bags.

calls a headcrab a cockroach

used to watch national geographic

seems genuinely a bit concerned at seeing a corpse

wants to get back to the lab :(

sick air... Pogo stick jetpack combo

silly little jingle

tad winded from falling into the elevator

intends to sell the guards ammo back to him

#freeman's mind #gordon freemind #mindverse #rmanotes

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manyothermusingsofmine · 10 months

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sOMEONE SHOULD'VE FUCKING WARNED ME THAT PHOENIX CANONICALLY SAYS "I don't know much about music; but I've got chills, and they're multiplying" bECAUSE HOLY FUCKING SHIT DOES THAT LIVE RENTFREE IN MY BRAIN NOW

#phoenix wright #im trying not to cry laugh help me #no it doesnt help that my friend voicing phoenix couldnt get through the line without laughing

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pained-princessluna · 4 months

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Sometimes it feels like there is a tiny DJ in my head listening to my thoughts, raring to go with a Playlist for every thought, or conversation I'm in.

"Hmm I think I want some candy..."

🎵I want candy🎵

" I got chills....."

🎵they're multiplying and I'm losing control🎵

Ugh take a break tiny DJ!!!!

#spilled thoughts #sillyposting #silly #humans are weird #is it just me

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cross-my-heartt · 1 year

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Hello!! I’m new to your blog so I wouldn’t mind a lil infodump about your clone OCs or if you have any others? :)

-@coruscant-sewers <3

Aaah thank you for the ask! It's the only one I got so I really appreciate it 🥲😂

Also welcome friend, I hope you enjoy the Crosshair dominated random madness.

The non clone OCs I have are ones related to the boys' story so I guess I'll go with my clone sons here! I don't know if you've come across any of my other posts about them but they essentially form an impromptu squad with Crosshair after escaping the Empire.

I kind of liked the 'Crosshair as a leader' part of season one so I took that and ran with it. I wanted to have a character arc for him where he overcomes his flaws and his new family is meant to help him with that.

There's Ghost, the medic, whose life he saves after making his own escape and the two of them work together as hired guns for a while, unknowingly bonding over their abandonment issues. Ghost caught an alien virus early on in his deployment and his company gave up on him, leaving him in the care of the local population on the planet they were stationed at.

The illness left him looking different from other clones - he's paler, smaller and more sickly, hence the name - and he was never quite accepted back into the fold because of it. He did manage to form a close bond with the locals that took care of him while he was sick, coming to love their culture, language, traditions etc. (he has a tattoo in their language on his left temple).

Anyway Ghost is a soft sympathetic soul that helps Crosshair lower his walls and his position as a medic means he compliments Crosshair in their jobs by being his support and following his lead.

The other three (aka the chaos trio) join them after a job gone wrong in an imperial base where they're held prisoner for seditious behavior.

There's Reckie, short for reckless, who's an advanced class cadet, meaning he was part of a special training program on Kamino. He specializes in hand to hand combat and he's the baby of the squad (he's around 8-9 years old when they meet as the Kaminoans deployed the ACCs early in response to the escalating war situation).

He's my adhd darling and he worms his way into Crosshair's heart through sheer stubbornness and charm. He's optimistic, ridiculously talented, a self proclaimed mechanic and just a ball of sunshine overall.

Next is Stiff who's the ultimate big brother figure. He's the slow lazy type with nerves of steel and a nonchalant attitude. Super social, super chill, an unmatched gambler (and cheater) and the one who usually handles any tensions in the squad.

In some aspects he's just your run of the mill guy but he's invaluable to the squad as its most stable presence. Oh yeah, and his name is a play on the fact that he's anything but stiff.

And finally we have Bundler who I'm particularly fond of because he's such a bastard. Imagine Crosshair's attitude multiplied by a hundred.

The most prominent thing about Bundler is his weird biology, owing to the fact that he got infected by a plant toxin at one point during the war, resulting in glowing green eyes and improved eyesight among others. And yes, as you can guess he's Crosshair's sniper protege because of that.

His batchmates used to ostracize him pretty badly so the power rush he got after his body was altered sort of pushed him over the edge. He's mistrustful, an asshole, pretty cryptic and just loves intimidating or provoking people for the hell of it. He's the one that makes Crosshair pause and self reflect because that's a mirror of his worse qualities right there.

Anyway I could go on about Bundler for hours (he's my diva, my introverted violent anti social little menace who's secretly an art kid) but I'll stop myself here.

There's lots I haven't said here but if you're curios about any of the boys, don't hesitate to ask! I love talking about them but I always worry about it going on for too long.

Once again thank you for the ask, I really enjoyed answering!! 💖

#topshot squad

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partypoisonofficial · 1 year

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I got chills, they're multiplying.... and I'm losing control

'Cause the power you're supplying

It's electrifying…

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megashadowdragon · 5 months

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Why is it that the very Archangel who anncouned the birth of Jesus is a huge target for making the Villian thesedays I wonder. Gabby, Lucy Gabriel, and Ultrakill Gabriel. And with the way Hazbin is going somehow I bet that Gabriel is Adam's Superior.

Abrahamic illiteracy.

I wouldn't be surprised if this is a thing since not everyone can be expected to be well-versed in what is effectively religious lore that is not related to the fanfiction that was Dante's Inferno, Purgatory, and Paradiso. Stuff like Gabriel leading an army of angels to help Prophet Muhammad at the Battle of Badr or Michael leading the charge against Lucifer during the War in Heaven.

Imagine the biggest, meanest, most badass evil diabolical puppy-kicking spine-crushing insane-o demon you can possibly think of. Then multiply that by infinity and you get SATAN, the Lord of All Evil and Infernal Ruler of Hell. And presumably nothing could possibly be more badass than Lucifer, the Morning Star, the King of All Evil Unholy Spikey-Headed Pissed-Off Devils and his host of demon spawn. So he should be the Badass of the Week for crying out loud because he's the fucking Prince of Eternal Darkness right?

Wrong.

In recent years, the term "Angel" has become more of less synonomous with "pussy". It conjures up images of disproportionately huge-breasted ninety-pound lingerie-clad Victoria's Secret models having sweaty pillowfights in the clouds while innocent-looking fat kids play the harp and blow kisses at butterflies and rainbows or fly around on their white wings and shoot love arrows at teenage couples having picnics in the park on sunny summer afternoons or some other such fruity shit. Well people tend to forget that the most hardcore of all Harley-riding, heavy metal-listening, battle-axe wielding, cocaine-snorting bastards got his shit fucking annihilated by the biggest badass of all the Archangels.

Just to refresh your memory, the story goes like this: Once upon a time Lucifer was this high-ranking Angel who didn't think he was getting the props he deserved so he decided he was going to start kicking some ass and try to see if he could run the show himself. He recruited one-third of all the Angels in Heaven to join up with him David Koresh-style and try to overthrow the big man upstairs. So one day God and everybody are chilling out and this fucking insane-o motherfucking demon busts through the pearly gates ready to kick fucking asses and making the lesser angels (the fat kids and VS models) piss themselves:

Holy shit everybody thinks they're totally fucked because look at this motherfucker. He's a fucking huge red monster with gleaming talons and spikes covering one-third of his body and glowing eyes and he looks PISSED. But instead of handing over St. Peter's keys like some kind of two-dollar pussy carjacking victim, God takes one look at this thing and is just like, "Mike, show this fucking douchebag the door". The Archangel Michael calmly nods his head, slowly takes the cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it onto the floor, cracks his knuckles and confidently strides towards Lucifer.

Michael doesn't just whip Lucifer's ass, he completely fucking humiliates him by slamming him face-first to the turf and then stepping on his head for no reason other than to be a jackass. I mean, Michael has huge-ass wings so he doesn't even need to set foot on the ground for any reason, but he's badass enough to know that when you're jacking the Prince of Darkness' shit up royally for fucking with your boss, you might as well get your digs in there and add to the humiliation of his defeat. In case you didn't notice, Michael's not even breaking a sweat here either. He's just that hardcore.

But maybe it's not enough for you that Mike is the only living entity to ever defeat the living embodiment of Pure Evil in single combat. Well according to Hebrew, Christian and Muslim myth, he's not only credited with kicking Lucifer's ass but also whipping several other lesser Devils' balls off as well.

For instance when the Demon Belial, the Angel of Darkness and the Patron of Idolatry, flipped out Antichrist-style and proclaimed himself to be the Messiah who do you think had to step in and Layeth the Almighty Smacketh Down? Jesus? Whatever. Belial and his army, the Sons of Darkness, met up with Michael and his Sons of Light and they had an old-school throwdown.

Michael, the patron saint of getting shit done, went off and started kicking asses all over the place, tearing the Demon Belial a new asshole and wrecking the shit of his stupid "Army of Pussies" (Michael's term for them, not mine). He was so insane in the battle that he even beat fifteen fiery demons to death with their own arms.

But that's not even the end of it. According to the Kabbalah the fallen Seraphim Samael, the Angel of Death and the Demon of Lust and Wrath, trieed to start shit with Moses and the Israelites while they were trolling around in the desert with the Ark of the Covenant. Once again Michael is the dude who has to step in and stomp some faces. He shows up and tells Samael that he better pack up and get the fuck out of Dodge while he still has the use of his appendages but Samael keeps talking shit so Michael finally agrees to face him mano-e-mano in a one-on-one duel.

Yeah, that demon doesn't look too happy. But that's what you get for fucking with the Big M. You get your goddamned neck stepped on so hard that your eyes bug out of your head. Michael goes out and battles all these crazy demons, fallen angels and dudes who have names that sound like they should be shitty Scandinavian death metal album titles, and he manages to ruin their collective asses like a ten foot-tall soccer hooligan in an albino nerd-filled mosh pit at E3. Oh, and then he steps on their heads to prove how hard he is.

In addition to being the big man's personal enforcer, Michael is the patron of Chivalry and Knightly Orders, which is badass. He's also the Defender of Justice, the Healer of the Sick, the Shepherd of the Righteous and an all-around kickass motherfucker in all three major Abrahamic traditions. Now I'm exactly not a religious man, but I'd be remiss in making Satan the Badass of the Week while not giving credit to the guy who Pedigreed him Triple H-style onto a bed of tacks and then stepped on his stupid horned head. I mean if you can honestly look at that ridiculous picture of Michael desecrating Lucifer's unconscious body like a passed out jock at a frat party and tell me that Satan's the most badass mythological creature ever, then there's something wrong.

well michael and gabriel are the most famous angels which is why they are the target of this

Ultrakirby78 said: If Heaven or God turn out to be jerks then please don't lose your minds. It's a real possibility and there has been hints that something is sour in paradise. I mentioned this in a different thread, but my only dislike regarding the possibility of Heaven being "le real bad guys" is that it's overplayed and tropey at this point. I just find that it's the low-hanging fruit in terms of subversive storytelling, and at this point, it doesn't even feel subversive, it's just "the norm" for heaven to be portrayed (at least in Western pop media) as "bad" or "outdated" or "not with the times" or whatever.

My hope is that, while maybe Heaven isn't perfect, it is still good. That, and I hope my namesake isn't dragged through the mud because it's either Gabriel or Micheal who gets to be the "Evil Angel" for some reason

True, having Heaven as evil is just too over used in this day and age, i hope Vivzie give Heaven nounsance and Deep like she have done to hell, but given her background and all the hints until now, well i expected them to be portrayed as very badly defeating the whole objectives of Charlie in opening the Hotel redemption and that Heaven is indeed better than hell.

#archangel michael #helluva boss

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