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myaoiboy · 4 months

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Rating All The Metal Gears By Hotness

No, not the characters. Yes, literally the Metal Gears. If I forgot any, let me know.

Metal Gear TX-55 - 4/10

This is just a lil guy. A friend, even. Reminiscent of a gonk droid from Star Wars. Sucks that he was made to do murdering. I can see where someone would find appeal, but not really for me.

Metal Gear D - 6/10

This one I can see. He got some depth to him. Kinda shiny. More smooth, less boxy. Kind of insectoid. In most franchises this would be like an 8, but it gets knocked down because of what comes later being so much sexier.

Also can I say that MG2's spriting? Mwah. Chef's kiss. So pretty. Didn't even read the intro the first time I started it up bc I was marveling at the pretty spritework. I fucking love good spritework, just find it so much more satisfying than equivalent-quality 3D art.

Metal Gear G - 2/10

Never actually completed or seen in game. Was supposed to be a smaller, mass produced version of D. Kinda sexy, loses points for being so fictional that it's only theoretical even in the games.

Metal Gear REX - 7/10

OOOO YEAH, NOW WE'RE TALKIN'!! SHINKAWA ERA BAYBEY!!! Man's got impeccable taste. He could make a literal slab of titanium look inviting.

Rex is not the sexiest Metal Gear to me, partly bc Otacon treats it like a son or a pet dog and I find a 25-yo's son-analogue to be offputting. BUT. I must concede. REX is the blueprint for all the sexy traits to come. He's got the hips. He's got the saunter. He's just a lil too brutalist for me.

Metal Gear RAY - 11/10

I know I have psychological problems because this thing's childbearing hips and murderous mandibles distract me during the boss fight.

Why is it so sexy?? What the fuck?? It's like mecha furrybait but specifically for people who are into garrus mass effect. Please tell me I'm not the only one, I'm pretty sure my boyfriend thinks I'm insane.

Arsenal Gear - 4/10

Basically just an aircraft carrier. I would say not fuckable but it DOES, canonically, have a digestive tract and asshole so like. Technically fuckable I think. But at what cost?

Honorable mention for making me deal with Raiden's daddy issues and fight the sexy mech in this thing's enormous rectum (damn near killed 'em).

Shagohod - 4/10

Not technically a metal gear. I can see the appeal, but it doesn't *quite* nail the drider-esque niche for me. It does get a bonus point for the way it moves being kinda sensual tho. Additional bonus point for being piloted by an evil fa-

Intercontinental Ballistic Metal Gear - 0/10

literally could not even find an image of this that wasn't completely dwarfed by the Saturn V rocket attached to it. Not really much to look at. If you've always wanted to fuck a Saturn V, I guess this would be a good way to get introduced.

Metal Gear RAXA - 2/10

Somehow managed to capture "first day of kindergarten" energy in a death machine. I could be convinced based on its behavior tho. Damn, Portable Ops kind of an L design-wise, huh?

Gekkos - 9.5/10

WHY DOES IT HAVE SQUISHABLE THIGHS?? SIR???

And the feet. Like, we gotta talk about the feet. Why? Why the toes? Why does it stomp on me with its weirdly well-defined toes??? Did they make this mech specifically to appeal to dinosaur foot fetishists? Why does it bleed? Why does it MOO???

Extremely fuckable to the point that it loses half a point purely because it *feels* like horny bait.

Dwarf Gekkos - 7.5/10

This is an object that feels like it was designed by and for lesbians. I have no notes. Slightly offputting only due to the odd number of hands but it IS the perfect number for some activities, so honestly that may be a plus.

Metal Gear Mk II/III - 1/10

Adorable. Not fuckable. This is a gopro with a personality. Not to be confused with the vampiric gopro with a personality from Ultrakill, V1. Literally just a baby.

Outer Haven - 5.5/10

Only technically a Metal Gear by virtue of technically being a stolen Arsenal Gear which is technically a Metal Gear. Gains .25 each for being the site of the infamous russian tuant

and whatever fucked up display of devoted homosexuality this is:

also additional bonus point for being piloted by an evil fa-

Pupa - 3/10

This is just the Shagohod but with an AI pod. -1 for being touched by Huey, but balanced out by the +1 from being made by Strangelove. Even if it IS creepy that she made her dead crush/girlfriend's psyche pilot it around.

Crysalis - 6/10

Not super sexy but it does fly and has a rail gun where one could feasibly conceptualize a dick. Kinda MILF-like (has mini-drones). Has a grappling hook, so could do bondage. Probably would, ngl.

Cocoon - 1/10

Pupa, but less sexy. I barely even remember this boss fight because the game became such a rush right around here, pushing you to the postgame/first ending.

Peace Walker - 7/10

Weird dog, functioning by sheer lesbian willpower. She is beauty, she is grace, she would probably rate a lot higher if my emulator didn't suck ass and make me angry every time I see her now, fuck that bitch.

Rage aside, who doesn't love killing their momgirlfriend and then reliving that multiple times throughout the course of a single game, culminating in her just straight up pulling a Virginia Woolf.

Metal Gear Zeke - 6/10

Really just nothing that special. Okay, wait, +2 for being piloted by an evil little girl in her panties for some fucking reason.

Also +1 for the sick ass boss fight.

Walker Gear(s) - 8/10

HERE we go!!! Hell Yeah Babey!!! Basically human sized! Has lil Fuckin' Roller Skates!!! Carries My Ammo! My Best Friend! (Okay, third best friend, after Quiet and DD)

Yeah Huey developed it but it gets WAY more bonus points for letting me manhandle him.

Sahelanthropus - 7/10

I can't deny the raw sex appeal of Sahelanthropus. Also, it's literally piloted by pubescent rage which is something I deeply resonate with ngl.

HOWEVER it DOES get docked points for uhhh

-getting strangelove killed

-making baby otacon a child soldier

-huey :/

Battle Gear - 0/10

Is there even a single frame of this entire thing? Especially without Huey??

negative 1 billion points for blue balling me in the late game, i want to ride this motherfucker right into the kgb outposts and let 'em have it for what they did to babygirl

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just-another-mess-in-a-dress · 1 year

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Drabble #1

YOI Snz Post #4:

This one came out of nowhere and became my whole life for a few weeks. I just love them you guys, I just LOVE THEM A LOT!!

A 4+1 things style drabble/fic in the form of Viktor snz… because, and I will reiterate, fetish!Yuuri is the best goddamn thing to have ever happened. Also I headcannon that this is how Viktor finds out about Yuuri’s fetish bye.

Meet and Greet 1

The first is a quick video, shoddy at best from a fan account that has long since been abandoned… most likely. Viktor is as stunningly beautiful as ever before, his long hair tied back as he flashes that charming smile at his hoard of fans. He’s signing a few photos and random objects thrust his way.

Then he pauses, his hand still outstretched for the next item as he shakes his head. It looks like he tries to reach for it again but cannot break whatever spell possesses him.

He turns his whole body away from the crowd of fans and a soft pair of sneezes can just barely be heard.

“hesh-HETche!”

“Bless you!” The crowd responds as he turns back toward them.

“Thank you.” Viktor’s bright smile returns as he places a hand over his heart. He says something to the fan in front of him that the audio does not pick up. The video ends with the group laughing at whatever is said and Yuuri has spent years wondering what it was that got such a response.

Interview 2

The second is a much better quality video, one of the last interviews in which Viktor had his gorgeous long locks tied back in an intricate braid. His posture was impeccable and his bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle as the interviewer retells a tale of Viktor’s success.

Yakov beside him is giving a cordial answer to the next question as Viktor’s gaze suddenly becomes distant. It’s a subtle difference, his eyes mist over and his mouth parts just the slightest bit. He blinks slowly, once, twice, then he sniffs subtly.

He gives a breathy chuckle when the interviewer makes a joke, Yakov makes another comment and Viktor’s breath jitters a bit in his chest.

“And Viktor, how do you feel moving into this next stage of competition season?” The interviewers asks brightly.

Viktor doesn’t respond at first, seemingly at a loss for words. Then he gives a stuttering, breathless, “Ho-holdon.”

In one swift motion he’s turned away from the Yakov and towards the camera where he releases two perfectly muffled sneezes into his elbow.

"Heh’MPFT! Mmmft!”

“Bless you!”

Viktor shakes his head a little before releasing one final sneeze, “Uh’Peschumff!”

“Bless you.” The interviewer chuckles, “Got anymore in there?”

“Not yet.” Viktor chuckles sniffling as he re-enters the world, “Excuse me… What was the question?”

Podium 3

He’s just won his third consecutive world championship title and he’s so lovely on that podium. With his elaborate costume and his perfect smile. The Russian national anthem plays under the sounds of commentators talking about the incredible feat of this win, Viktor looks as proud as ever with a hand over his heart.

The camera pans back up to the flag before returning to his face. In that time, his smile has faltered and his eyes have glazed over. He isn’t mouthing the words of the anthem, he rarely does, but this time his mouth hangs open. Almost as if he’s surprised. There’s one last flash over to the flag for the conclusion of the anthem before the attention is back on Viktor.

He has his head tilted back and a hand hovering over his face that he has to snap into not a second later. The camera captures all three sneezes, unfortunately without sound.

Chris, the silver medalist, reaches up to put a hand on Viktor’s back. The commentators on the video laugh and give their blessings to each sneeze. The competitors come together for their photo op and one of the reporters says something that sticks with Yuuri to this day:

“Well, guess he isn’t a god after all if he still sneezes.” They laugh.

Yuuri isn’t certain one person has ever been more wrong…

Instagram Story 4

It’s a different kind of video than the others, but only just slightly. Viktor is on a walk with Makka, his smile as charming as ever as he directly addresses his fans. The day seems bitterly cold, his visible breath hangs in the video, and the bright morning sun makes his skin glow.

The video itself is for a sponsorship, some airline that must have spent thousands of dollars to have Viktor speak about them.

“So if you have any suggestions of where I should go comment on my most recent post! Thanks again!”

Viktor smiles and waves at the camera as the next slide pops up. There’s text splayed across the top: BLOOPERS! The first part of the clip has Viktor tripping over Makka as she barks at another dog. Viktor gives a rumbling laugh that still sets Yuuri’s heart on fire.

“Yes, you’re a very good girl.” Viktor leans down and hugs Makka, giving her a perfect opportunity to lick his cheeks.

The slide changes then to him standing fully upright reciting a line from the advert when his brows crease together.

“And I want to know what y-you-HISHEW!” He sneezes completely uncovered onto the camera, the spray mixes together with the cloud of his breath.

“Oh no…” He gasps for breath twice, pulling his scarf up over his nose as he crumples into the next two sneezes, “Nn’gshh! I’gmfft!”

“Oh goodness, excuse me!” Viktor sniffles at the camera, “I think the cold is getting to me.”

He blots his nose with the scarf before righting himself. The video ends with Viktor looking at the scarf and laughing.

The One He Didn’t Put There

Yuuri has, on occasion, been known to save videos to a secret folder on his phone. Maybe it’s weird and maybe it’s even weirder the lengths he goes to in order to hide his desires but he didn’t ask to be psycho-analyzed. In any case, it’s not like he’s even hiding it that hard, it’s in a folder tucked away in an obscure app so it’s not like he’ll even get found out.

So, when he goes to watch them for the first time in a few months (because having the real thing right in front of him was more than enough) he’s a little confused to see the number five next to the folder. He doesn’t remember saving a fifth video… and he can’t think of a time recently when Viktor’s sneezed that was recorded.

He’s been packing to leave for Saint Petersburg all day, his fiancé is halfway across the world already and he’d just wanted to unwind a little. But when he opens the folder to inspect the newest clip, his heart nearly gives out.

Viktor’s got a smirk on his face as the video starts, the knuckle of his index finger lazily rubs the underside of his nose.

“Hmm… I think you have something to tell me Yuuri. I am your coach and fiancé after all! I should know everything about you.” He grins at the camera and sniffs deeply as he drops his finger.

His eyes go blank as his nose twitches, “Oh… I… I need to-… Heh… Heh-HE’EPTESCHOO! Eschtuh!... there’s… there’s o-one more… Eh’PCHOO! Oh wow.”

Viktor wipes his upper lip with a single finger, “Mhm… Anyway, we should talk about your little secret my love. You may be surprised at how understanding… and accommodating I can be.”

Viktor winks at the camera before the video ends and Yuuri is pretty sure his soul has vacated this earthly plane of existence. Three things become abundantly clear then:

1) Viktor Nikiforov is not as dumb as everyone thinks

2) Yuuri has to password lock every piece of tech he owns

3) He has, without a doubt, the best fiancé on earth.

All of this (and the wicked boner he’s popped from that video holy shit) to say, that Yuuri Katsuki is anxious to get to Russia. Seems that this new life he’s about to embark on has a little more in store for him than he originally thought.

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cosmickolors · 4 months

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twwpress · 2 years

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Creator Spotlight: Week 10

Welcome back to the TWW Author Spotlight! For every spotlight, we’ll ask each featured author the same ten questions (as well as questions you submitted on Twitter!). Today we are so excited to be talking with @thefinestmuffin on twitter/thefinestmuffins on AO3!

1) What are your top 5 desert island fics by other authors?

Ahhhhh, I need a top 20, because there are so many AMAZING fics in this fandom! At the end of the day I went with the completed fics that I reread the most and my top, fuzzy-feeling comfort fics:

When A Woman Loves A Man (Who Loves A Woman) by BeneathAnOrangeSky I remain in absolute awe at Lucy’s craft and prose. All of her fics are just so gorgeously written (honestly I had such a hard time choosing - go read all 4 of them post-haste), and this one is simply perfection. I love the alternating points of view and the way the story stays canon-compliant while absolutely deepening the impact of canon in very believable and resonant ways. This depiction of the Minsk Candles Debacle makes me laugh out loud every single time, the diary scene has SO MUCH EXQUISITE TENSION, and the Holy Night-related scene makes me want to fling myself into the freaking sun even though I’ve read it at least a dozen times.

turns the flicker to a flame by fairwinds09 Fairwinds09’s writing is so delicious and evocative, and I feel really captures the nuance of the Josh/Donna relationship in the most simultaneously real-feeling and sensual way possible. I absolutely salivate for a War Crimes arc AU, and this fic just truly delivers on that process so beautifully. There’s so much tenderness! I also am a devotee of the Josh Lyman Is Into Feet But Not In A Weird Way school of thought (the canon evidence for this is STRONG), and this story highlights that with so much subtlety and sweetness.

where the lovelight gleams by JessBakesCakes This one was written specifically for me, and so I feel a little selfish for including this one on this list when Jess has so many other incredible, next-level fics on offer (Almost Honest and i like shiny things (but i’d marry you with paper rings) are also both definitely up there for me!), but I just love it so, so much and the comfort it brings me is hard to overstate. There’s so much Josh/Donna boyfriend-girlfriend era deliciousness here, and Donna being unrepentantly horny for Josh in a goofy Christmas sweater (AND HOLDING A BABY, RIP ALL OF US) is so funny and sweet and soft (and also SEXY, let’s be clear) to me. I have reread this one million times (will reread one million more), and it always makes my heart feel so full. Jess’s fics have impeccable vibes and always make me smile so big and feel SO GOOD!! Plus, a Wisconsin fic always does my midwestern heart right! Elite Christmas fluff, do not miss it.

wherever is your heart (i call home) by mikaylawrites WISCONSIN FIC MY BELOVED!! MIkayla is such a wonderful writer and this story just had me by the heartstrings from moment one. Come for the Moss-family-brings-Josh-custard-when-they-meet-him vibes, stay for the childhood bedroom scenes (including ONLY ONE BED, most prized of tropes!). Honestly it’s all just so sweet and tender and poignant, and these over the years glimpses of Josh and Donna in Wisconsin absolutely do me in (meant as the highest of compliments). Also I went to school in Wisconsin so all of the little local touches fill me with joy!

The Professor Josh series by hufflepuffhermione Ope, am I cheating if I include these as a series? Alli’s Professor Josh fics cheer me up so much, and I just absolutely adore them. Present Day Josh/Donna makes me SO HAPPY, and Alli’s vision for it here feels so perfect to me. There’s something about the pandemic being included in the setting that just really… helps all of the sweetness land for me in a resonant way, and I can’t even tell you how much I’ve smiled and cried my way through these since they came out. These fics are so sweet, so funny, and so capture where I feel like the Moss-Lyman family would be! These might be the stories I’ve reread the most in fandom - truly my bad day recovery go-to!

2) Do you have a favorite character to write? Favorite ship(s) to write? Are there characters or ships you'd like to write more of? (shout out to @sam_writes_fics for asking a similar question!)

I think I write Josh the most naturally (and I love writing him), but I really adore writing CJ, which I don’t do enough of and would love to do more of. Josh/Donna are definitely my favorite ship to write, and are the closest thing I have to a TWW OTP, but I’ve also written a tiny bit of Josh/Sam and CJ/Toby and am definitely open to writing other pairings. I would love to write something more CJ-centric, and I’d love to write some CJ/Kate Harper some day!!

3) Tell us about your writing process (setup/location? Night or day? Snacks/beverages? Computer/phone/notebook? Music or silence? Anything else you want to share is welcome!)

I’m chronically ill and I do most of my writing from bed on my laptop with a lap desk. Inspiration hits me whenever the heck it wants to and is wildly unpredictable (plus I have a pretty classic case of inattentive ADHD, ahaha), and my migraines limit how much I can read or write, so I have to strike when I can. I need to daydream on a concept a lot before I can actually write: vibe with friends, think while driving, mull on it in the bath, listen to a song or playlist on repeat while staring at my ceiling. I need music to generate vibes, but I can’t actually write while listening to most music. To write, I need silence or white noise. I motivate myself with caffeine or a treat. I sprint to keep myself focused but don’t really care about the word count. I try to just get scenes down as I’m inspired to write them, which means I often hit an annoying point where I have to go in and make myself write all the filler and connecting parts I struggle the most with. I’m a recovering perfectionist and I have a pretty thorough editing process, and I usually spend a lot of time messing with wording.

There was a period of time where I tried to get more disciplined about my writing process, but I realized quickly that I need to just embrace it: I type 100wpm but I think/write slow, I need to reread it/read it aloud/think about it/rewrite chunks A LOT to be happy with it, I am allergic to writing in order, and if I have ANY limitations placed on me I tend to freeze up and get stuck. I do best when I let myself write whatever I feel inspired about and don’t worry too much about finishing things in a particular order. And all of that has to be okay, because that’s how I can 1) actually write and 2) enjoy it!

4) What writing advice do you have for others who may be reading this?

The most important advice, and I realize the Fight Club-esque irony of this, is to take writing advice with a grain of salt/don’t interpret it as the letter of the law. There’s no one correct way to write so you should embrace the style/process that works best for you and using adverbs (or whatever dogmatic rule you might find on tumblr or writing blogs) doesn’t mean you’re a bad writer. Lookout for dogma and only adopt what genuinely helps and feels good to you. Also, listening to podcast interviews with professional novelists I admire has helped me internalize that there are SO MANY ways to write and helped me embrace my fiddly, slow-writing, out of order, touch-and-go writing process. The one concrete piece of advice that has actively helped me the most is reading my story out loud during the editing process for flow. It helps me catch parts that are clunky or don’t flow well or don’t make sense, and I cannot recommend it enough!

5) From where do you usually draw your inspiration? (Other forms of media, music, tropes, etc?) (Shout out to @unpennied for a similar question!)

A lot of ideas just come to me unbidden - I’m a big daydreamer - but I’m definitely super inspired by music and sometimes poetry, and just vibes (images, aesthetics, feelings, etc.). all i ever wanted (was a life in your shape) was partially inspired by seeing a picture of Brad with his son and Janel with her niece on the same day, and those images combined with the song prompt just kind of mutated into their whole own thing. I also love tropes and in general I have a lot of fun with I guess what I’d call creative games like, “What would the characters be like in this AU?” or “How would this trope work with this pairing?” Also, honestly, in TWW I’ve got a real “but MAAHM, I can fix them!” mentality about Josh and Donna, like any episode with a missed romantic opportunity is liable to inspire me to write a canon-divergent or fix-it fic.

6) What is the fic you've written that you're most proud of and why?

I think it’s gotta be Oversight. I’ve gotta be honest, I initially felt really daunted writing an exchange gift fic for beneathanorangesky, who is both one of my closest fandom friends and one of the TWW writers I admire the most. I’d always wanted to write a Season 3 War Crimes arc AU (there’s so much potential there, IMO!) but it also felt really hard to get right or at least like something that it could be easy to get wrong. And I was SO SCARED about including Donna’s diary entries, both because it felt really critical to get the voice right and also because I know generally fandom doesn’t love first person POV. Structurally and scope-wise, the story felt pretty ambitious to me, and that was before I knew I would be whipping out 13k of smut at the end that covered the murky and hard-to-nail terrain of Jealous Josh (oooops, LOL). At the end of the day I worked really hard and very carefully to craft this one into what I hoped it could be and I am proud of how it turned out!!

7) What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd read 1000 of? What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd write 1000 of? (shout out to @donnamossburner for asking a similar question!)

I can never get enough of fake dating and only one bed! Also Joshua “Praise Kink!” Lyman until the day I die, please. And I guess I’d write 1000 canon divergence AUs, but I’d also love to write more fake dating!

8) Is there anything you'd like to try writing-wise that you haven't yet?

I’d really like to write original fiction, but fanfiction is so comforting and community-filled that it’s hard for me to make myself pull resources away from it towards original work. But since my disability has made it difficult to work and all I seem to be able to do reliably lately is write smut, I have been strongly considering starting an original erotica Patreon… 👀

In terms of fic, I would love to write more CJ-centered fic! Just in general, I love epistolary stories (fic and otherwise) and would love to try one someday!

9) What's your go-to Starbucks/coffee shop/other drink order?

I have to confess that I was briefly a barista and also lived for over a decade in the PNW, aka I’m kind of a coffee snob. I’m a sucker for independent roasters and housemade syrups, LOL, and I have a lot of fun trying new things. My current summer fave from my local coffee shop is cold brew with maple syrup and oat milk, and in colder weather I love an oat milk latte with cardamom syrup or a dirty chai. There was a little roaster in the town I used to live that had an amazing latte with housemade almond cashew milk and sometimes I just think about it longingly. When I’m having a “treat yourself!” moment at Target in the middle of errands, I will definitely get an Iced Toasted Vanilla Shaken Oatmilk Espresso (a Starbucks order with so many adjectives that it’s impossible to place it without feeling shame) or a PSL with coconut milk or oat milk.

10) Do you have any current projects you'd like to promote or anything upcoming you'd like to tell us about?

@jessbakescakes and I are co-hosting Trope Soup fest, which just revealed! People can continue to claim prompts and post fics for it after the reveal date, so feel free to jump in! If I DO get it together to start an original erotica Patreon, I’ll be posting a google form in the near future and would love all of your opinions on what you’re looking for/whether or not you’d be interested! And I’m working on a combo of fics and original stories for NaNoWriMo, so hopefully I’ll have stuff to post soon! On the horizon:

The next (red dress!) chapter of between the shadow and the soul, which I swear I haven’t abandoned

A follow-up AU to all i ever wanted (was a life in your shape) where J and D get it together post-Strawberry Farm (~5k done so far)

My present day Josh/Donna (~8k and counting) which I’ve been plodding away at for over a year but have been really inspired about lately.

Submitted questions (some questions have been edited to avoid repetition!):

From @sam_writes_fics: what’s a fic that’s been sitting in the back of your mind forever and you hope one day you can finally write it?

SAM when I tell you there are SO MANY of these and honestly a lot of them ARE partially written.

There’s one in particular called Horseshoes and Hand Grenades that is SO CLEAR in my mind (and I have like 8k written) and it’s about all of the times something almost happened between Josh and Donna through the lens of a small transgression getting press attention and CJ interrogating them in an AU season 6. My brain has also been absolutely commandeered by a fluffy and funny Totally Platonic Sperm Donor J/D plunny so hard (and Jess has encouraged me so enthusiastically, lol) that I somehow have a full outline and a pregnancy calendar for Donna so … I can’t make any promises, but we’ll see!

From @sam_writes_fics: favorite character to read??

Joshua No Middle Name Lyman. I both kind of am him and I also want to bone him, so I simply cannot get enough. But also, and maybe this is a cheat of a second answer, it’s hard to find but I LOVE when fics have the whole ensemble banter and it’s so on pitch that I can just hear and see it in my head!

From @sinistercherubs: you get to talk to (1) tww character irl for 5 minutes, who is the character and what would you say to them?

Oh my gosh, this is such a good question and so hard!! There’s a temptation here to meddle with shit: like tell Simon Donovan not to go into that convenience store, or tell Josh to get it the heck together at one of :spins wheel: at least ten times, but I imagine that just like time travel that bit probably gets messy. At the end of the day I am a simple disaster bisexual, so I’d probably just want to flirt with CJ. Though if I had to pick a Josh Lyman intervention moment, I would go to him during Donna’s recovery and tell him that Colin is NOT in the picture, morning shows are the ones sending her flowers (not that it’s any of his business), and that our poor girl needs a longer medical leave from work and for a certain best friend/boss/crush (you, you absolute ding dong) to dig deep and show up for her.

From @donnamossburner: If you could rewrite an episode of tww which episode would it be? And what would you write to occur?

If I could rewrite a whole arc it would be the Toby thing in s7. He was done dirty, it had a long -erm impact on the show’s post-canon relationships, and IMO it betrayed a deep misunderstanding of the character on behalf of the writers. If I could rewrite it, if I were keeping a leak at all I would not have Toby be the one leaking, but rather have there be some misunderstanding/miscommunication/falling on swords going on between him and CJ and it ultimately comes out that he didn’t fucking do it because of course he didn’t. My shippy answer is: I would either rewrite the end of Inauguration: Over There so that we get a Josh/Donna kiss OR rewrite another ep later in s4 to tie up that arc and get them together under Sorkin, as they ought to have been. Although I guess I kind of DID already rewrite this in often a sweetness, ahahaha, albeit in angsty fashion.

From @donnamossburner: Is there a trope you haven’t written / read a lot of that you’d like to see more of in the fandom?

I’d love to see more Bisexual! Josh actively explored. And actually, I’d love to write more Bisexual Josh, ahahaha. And more present day JD always, please, in all ways. Also, I’m just saying, if there were more JD pegging fics I would definitely read them (and also have one vaguely in the works!).

From @mlea7675: What’s your favorite post-series HC?

I don’t really have set headcanons across all story universes, but I’m a huge believer in the Congressional Representative Donna Moss-Lyman and Professor Josh agenda!

From @unpennied: How and when did you get into the ww?

I am… old, so I first watched TWW on tv with my best friend’s family while I was in high school. They got the DVDs as they came out, so we’d have marathons together, and they’d have me over to watch new eps together too, and let me borrow the whole set for comfort rewatches when I had mono in college. The last episode of TWW aired, no lie, on the day I graduated college (with a poli sci minor)! I was a huge fan, but I wasn’t active in fandom culture back then.

I’d rewatched a bunch over the years (esp the first four seasons), but my rewatch in early 2021 is what pulled me into active stan culture for TWW. I didn’t have the heart for it during the Trump years, tbh, but once Biden was safely inaugurated I hit play out of curiosity to see how my old fave held up. I started listening to TWWW along with my watch and then (because I was active in other fandoms by now) started looking at fics out of curiosity. And welp, here we are!

From @JessBakesCakes: Do you have any headcanons about fics you've written that didn't make it into the fic itself? If so, which is your favorite?

This was in the fic but never spelled out: I gave Donna’s siblings in all i ever wanted (was a life in your shape) ascending alphabetical names in age order (like the Bridgerton siblings, iykyk lol) and also had the hc that her parents traded Irish and Italian names (Adam, Ben[volio], Connor, Donna[tella]) because we know from The Supremes how they go about compromise, ahaha. Also, this is so tiny and silly, but in by the chimney with care I headcanon that Donna and Josh have a kind of running gag about the bougie grocery store (you know how things sometimes start out ironic but then just become… absorbed into your Couple Landscape?) because there’s no way in hell Josh would ever just randomly call that on his own, LOL.

From @S4MWILSON: fave season?

Season 2 really said all bangers and it cannot be denied - that’s probably my favorite. But I also love the campaign arc in seasons 6-7!

fave ep?

17 People is a work of art, and not just for JD reasons. 20 Hours in America and Dead Irish Writers are also up there for me, and (I almost count the post-Sorkin years as their own thing, LOL) The Supremes is one of my favorite later season eps!

cast member you’d most like to hang out with?

So hard to choose, they’d all be a delight! I think I would have a lot of fun with BWhit and Amy at a dinner party, like I feel like it would be fun, easy, and interesting to talk to them both!

character you’d most like to hang out with?

CJ, be my Gal Pal™, if you are reading this I am free on Thursday night, please come hang out with me on Thursday night when I am free.

underrated duo (ship or platonic)?

Kate/CJ for underrated ship, Donna & Toby for friendship

long fic or short fic ?

Honestly it’s easier for me to read and finish short fics because I have chronic migraine and can’t read the way I used to. But I love all of them, oneshots and epics!

easiest character to write?

Josh Joshua Josh Josh.

fave fic tropes?

Only one bed, fake dating, mutual pining, slow burn, coworkers to lovers, BANTER (and Professor Josh)

fave thing abt Fanon tww?

Gotta be the Harvard sweatshirt

and funniest scene ?

Some of the cold opens omfg, like there are a handful I put on when I need to laugh: the cold open for The Midterms, also the cold open for The Leadership Breakfast. And that moment in Privateers never fails to SEND me.

Thanks again for chatting with us!!

If you’re interested in being featured for a future spotlight, please drop us a line here on tumblr, on twitter, or email [email protected].

xx, What’s next?

#Creator Spotlight #creator q & a #TWW creator #the west wing #the west wing fanfic #josh x donna #cj x kate #cj x toby #josh lyman #donna moss #toby ziegler #tww fic rec

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kyber-heart · 3 years

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The Saga of Lord Vindexa: Part I - Chaos in The Capital

A ‘Star Wars: The Old Republic’ fanwork

[UPDATED & FINALISED]

Darth Marr has died. A death that has been felt across The Sith Empire. In the wake of this tragedy and the destruction caused by the unknown invaders from the Unknown Regions, anarchy has descended within the borders of Imperial Space. The Dark Council has fractured due an inability to settle upon a suitable replacement for Marr.

While the other councillors engage in open conflict across the empire, the allied forces of Darth Marr have begun fighting amongst each other to claim their fallen master’s place on The Dark Council.

Even now, the dark lord’s fortress on the planet Dromund Kaas is under siege. Vindexa, his last apprentice, tries desperately to hold out against the forces of Lord Regeus Drellik in her bid to claim her place...

------Another explosion rattled the main building.

‘That bastard will reduce this place to rubble with those bombers’ Vindexa thought to herself. She had retreated deep into the fortress ops centre with a number of advisors and tacticians who had sworn loyalty to her. There were not many who did. Regeus had been Marr’s former student before her. Their master’s people knew him longer, and his position as Lord of The Sith gave him a right to more respect and fealty that she deserved as an apprentice. The few men and women who had pledged loyalty to her, amounted to only a large garrison of troops. It would not be enough to secure victory through sheer force. At this point, they were only stalling for the hope that they could exploit a weakness in the invading forces defences. She looked across the holotable in the centre of the room. An older officer, Captain Vand, spoke with junior officers. Another tactician, younger than Vand but certainly older than Vindexa herself, deftly danced his fingers across a datapad, running statistics. Her eyes returned to the projection, her gaze fixating upon the rear guard where she knew Drellik would be commanding his forces at this very moment.

“My lady, if I may-” The young tactician’s words pulled her attention, and in the worst way. She silenced him mid-sentence. Her head snapped to meet his eyes and with a quick clench of her raised hand his words were cut off, replaced by a strained gargling for breath.

‘My lady’

The phrase repeated in her mind. The term, while respectful at face value, never failed to anger the young Sith. While it was one of many accepted terms of address, to her it felt like an insult. She had only been an apprentice for a couple of years. Still young and with it, came the doubts her ability. She was aware of it. It was the reason that so many of her master’s allies sided with Drellik against her. A mere Apprentice would simply be swept aside she knew they said, and she knew that even the people in this very room still harboured doubt. That they still only saw her as an apprentice, not fit to be addressed as a Lord of The Sith.

“I am Sith, and you will refer to me as ‘lord’. Do I make myself clear?” She stared into the eyes of the one who insulted her. In them, she saw fear, her own corrupted yellow eyes reflected against deep brown irises. She tightened her grip up on the man’s windpipe for emphasis.

“Y-ye-ss”

She relaxed her grip as the man crumpled to the floor, gasping for air.

“Yes what?” she demanded, her voice cool and steady. A trait learned from her master.

“Yes. yes, my lord.”

The thrill never wore on hearing that. It felt fitting and right to her ears. After all, she had stepped up to take control. She would carry on her master’s legacy and forge her own. She would win this day and she would demand the respect she was due, both here and now and from the Dark Council once she crushed Drellik. Yet that was still the pressing issue. Looking back over the holoprojection of the battleground she tried to find something that could serve as an advantage.

“Captain, report.” She looked to the older man. His features stony as he stroked the mustache that decorated his upper lip. The regret however, saturated his eyes.

“Not the best, I’m afraid. The anti-air defense turrets have been rendered inoperable, my lord. The outer wall is only minutes from being breached. We have pulled what’s left of our infantry back into the main building. At best, we have thirty minutes before his soldiers will have entered the building.”

Vindexa cursed to herself. The situation just became gradually worse.

“I will not surrender to him. What about artillery? Heavy weapons?”

He sighed and tapped upon the datapad to his left. Vindexa’s eyes shifted back to the projection. The red lights which signaled enemy forces were drawing ever closer, and the bombers were coming back around for another run. Sure enough, within seconds the building shook and a control panel by the side sprayed it’s user with sparks before bursting into flame. She watched as a few technicians rushed to the other officer’s aid and to extinguish the fire. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tactician speaking two other officers quietly.

“We have five walkers in the vehicle compound but getting our forces out there risks a lot, besides, the bombers would take them out easily.” Her advisor reported, pulling her attention away from the tactician.

“Then it’s a risk I wi-“

Suddenly, alarms rang through the ops centre. Looking down at the holoprojection, the cause was clear. The walls had been breached, and the dots of red began to pour in. Vindexa began to feel herself tremble. She had worked so hard to get to where she was, to become the student of the great Darth Marr. She would have been bestowed the title of a Lord of The Sith soon, she just knew it. Now, she could feel her future falling through her hands like sand.

“Arghhhh!” her frustrated growl echoed through the ops centre chamber as her fist came down on the holo-table, an act which cause the projection to stutter briefly.

“My Lord I-” Vand began when his whole frame suddenly shuddered and crumpled to the floor. Behind him, two officers stood with blasters raised. She took a step back in surprise only to jump forward again in fright upon feeling something press into her back. As she turned to see, she saw the tactician who had insulted her pointing a blaster at her. A blast of blue light came hurtling towards her. She felt the hit connect with her. The electromagnetic blast shook her to the core, and she could feel herself losing control of her body causing her to fall to the floor. As her consciousness began to fade and her vision turn dark, she saw the face of the tactician leaning over her. His voice, seething with contempt, was the last thing she heard.

“Sorry, My Lady”

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First, there was the sound. A repeating rhythmic sound. Vindexa strained to hear it more clearly. Second, sensation began to return. She was moving, almost like she was flying? It was a weird experience. Her entire body ached still and her limbs only began gradually returning to her control. Lastly, as the dark cloud began to lift and her vision began returning to focus, so did her mind. She saw the dark metal flooring of her master’s fortress, specifically the polished upper levels. In that near obsidian mirror she saw her own shadow gliding across it flanked by two others, one on either side of her. Her memory began to fill in its blanks. She had been betrayed, yet they had not killed her, they had captured her. Though still feeling the effects of the stun blast, she willed herself to look upwards as they stopped at a doorway. The soldiers stopped dragging her. She could hear voices but did not register the words. She let her body go heavy, allowing her to fall out of their grip. She tried to move her hands but found them cuffed.

The soldiers were quick to react and were pulling her back to her feet. A loud hiss rang out and suddenly she was being pushed through the doorway. With her strength returning to her, she managed to catch herself and steady herself onto her feet. She looked around the room, a wide-open space stretched out before her. Statues, busts, display cases and trophies lined the walls, save for the furthest wall which was taken up mostly by floor to ceiling window that overlooked the Dromund Kaas jungle. Flashes of lightning threw additional light into the sparsely lit room. In the middle of the room, was her master’s throne. A replica of the same type that stood in the Dark Council chambers on Korriban. However, in it sat not her master, but a pale skinned human man, with brown hair styled impeccably and glowing yellow eyes like her own. He began to chuckle as he rose to his feet.

“I have to give you credit, Apprentice. You held out longer than I expected you would.”

Regeus Drellik sneered as he took slow steps towards her. His suit of Sith armor causing each step to be punctuated by a metallic thunk against the metal floor. This was not their first meeting. He had been their master’s previous student. As such, he was constantly returning to the fortress to receive new instructions from Lord Marr. The man oozed overconfidence and it made her want to bash his smug face in every time they met. She wished she could do so now more than ever.

“You had agents in my fold all this time?” Her voice was venomous, it caused Drellik to grin wider in amusement. He came to a stop just in front of her, clasping his hands behind him.

“On the contrary, they defected. They hoped that by presenting you to me, it would leverage them some bargaining power in their bid for survival.”

“And did it?”

“Oh yes” the grin shifted to a smirk. He began to stroll around her. “You see, I am not without a heart. I welcomed them and now-” he paused. Vindexa felt a hand on her shoulder as he leaned in and he whispered near her ear “- I will do the same for you”. The rage inside her threatened to boil over. She shook her shoulder free of his touch, causing only another bout of infuriating laughter.

“Wake up, Vindexa, you’ve lost. I’m offering you a chance to be a part of something bigger than you could have accomplished alone.”

Vindexa stopped listening. Her eyes flicked around the room, searching. Her own lightsaber was gone, but there was more than a few that her master had collected over the years. Her eyes lit upon on to her left.

“- Zhorrid, Rictus, Aruk... all gone. The one who rises from the ashes of this mess will be the next emperor. I’m offering you a place at my side and together, we could become rulers.”

She returned her attention to Drellik. She knew the promise was only a platitude. This was no path to power. Drellik cared only for himself and he would throw her aside at a moments notice. She wanted to break her chains, not accept new ones. Besides, he would never become emperor, certainly not if she had anything to say about it.

“Never.” she spat. Summoning what strength she could, she used the Force to push Drellik into one of the glass cabinets along the right wall and quickly turned to her left and summoned the mounted lightsaber she had spotted there. Activating the saber, it crackled to life with a violent hiss as an unstable orange blade materialized. She managed to sever the connection on the binder cuffs. Holding the blade aloft she readied herself as Drellik got to his feet, lightsaber in hand. It sprung to life with more power than the ancient weapon she held, and its blade was a deep crimson in comparison. The two began to circle one another.

“You’re just an insect in my path. I have faced more powerful adversaries than you.” Drelik hissed loudly at her through gritted teeth

Vindexa unleashed a haunting scream as she leapt forward, launching at the other Sith. Red and orange blades crashed against one another as sparks flew. However, it was soon clear that age and experience were triumphing in this fight. Drellik fought fiercely, a Juyo stylist through and through. His fast and erratic strikes quickly became overwhelming for her, even as she tried to switch her style to the Soresu hybrid Marr had been fond of. It happened when her guard slipped. Drellik’s saber hit against her face twice in succession, clearly not deliberate, yet the pain caused her to stumble backwards. A terrible mistake as she found herself struck by alchemic sith lightning. The tendrils of electricity wrothe around her. She screwed her eyes closed as she let out another yell, this time of agony. Before she could even fall to the floor once again, she felt an invisible force collide with her body. She felt herself soaring again as the electric energy continued to burn her. As she opened her eyes once more, she registered that she was about to crash through the massive window. With only seconds to impact, she braced herself. Her body connected with the glass, shattering it upon impact as she fell from the fourth storey. With a final yell she surrendered herself to fate.

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#anto's adventures in writing #swtor fanfiction #oc: lord vindexa #cc: regeus drellik #gore tw #mutilation tw #torture tw #any suggestions for tags is appreciated #will i make this a regular series?#perhaps #but today i felt especially inspired #tbh i rushed through this #so it's probably not as up to par as i want it to be #i will probably go over it tomorrow before posting to ao3 #still it's here and it's what it is #i'd love to hear people's thoughts on it all the same #even if you hate it #call in. we're standing by #i miiiiiiiight also do a few parts that detail regeus and his plans #i also have to decide if i want to make these characters a part of my legacy canon #or call them a side project au #honestly it wouldn't affect much i think #although... it *might* depending #anyway i'll shut up now #hope it's enjoyable #or at least entertaining

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thelandofall05 · 3 years

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Geometry in motion: Abstract painting in Nathan Chen's programs

It should be remembered that a picture – before being a war-horse, a nude, or an anecdote of some sort – is essentially a flat surface covered with colours assembled in a certain order,

– Maurice Denis, French symbolist painter.

Abstract art (from Latin “abstractus” – “drawn away”) is a non-figurative, non-objective art, where artists distance themselves from objective referents and use the visual language of colorful splashes, lines, geometric elements in various combinations. Abstract art has many styles: abstract expressionism, suprematism, geometric abstraction, op art, etc. This genre uses colorful shapes instead of realistic images. Wassily Kandinsky, one of the founding fathers of abstract art, believed that one should not analyze paintings objectively, but an effect on the emotions of the observer.

Abstract artists aspired to perceive the world with all its phenomena, forms and colors. One of the main ideas of abstract art is the fusion of painting and music. Kandinsky described Richard Wagner as his inspiration. Dutch painter Piet Mondrian was fond of modern rhymes, jazz and boogie-woogie, and named his canvases after music pieces.

Figure skating is an amalgamation of music, image, choreography and technique. The debate on what is essential in the fusion of the athletic and the artistic sides is going to go on forever. Like abstract art, figure skating consists of prescribed elements such as jumps, spins, steps, and turns that strictly comply with the rules and, at the same time, appeal to the emotions of the audience. Skaters develop their own style and become true artists and creators.

For example, the American skater Nathan Chen is famous for his minimalist costumes and for building his programs around abstract images rather than a specific character. Nathan chooses music with short but memorable titles (Nemesis, Caravan, La Boheme, Rocketman), tries himself in various genres (soul, jazz, chanson, flamenco) and expresses a wide range of emotions in his programs.

Like many abstract artists with a solid background in traditional art and impeccable technique, in years as a junior Nathan performed classical programs. He also tried his hand at iconic references, like Michael Jackson and did so brilliantly. However, can we call him an abstract artist now? Well, why not. For him the ice becomes a canvas, technical elements turn into a palette of colors, and the athlete’s body transforms into a tool that creates the masterpiece.

photo cred. Toshifumi Kitamura / Getty Images

Suprematism is an art movement that uses geometric abstraction in combinations of basic figures like circles, squares, lines, and rectangles painted in various colors. Suprematists reject all references to the figurative world and “earthly” meanings. Their paintings lack directions of up and down, left and right. Like in outer space, all directions are equal. The experience of color and shape is processed through the lens of the observer’s internal world. Malevich's "Black Square" is the symbol of Russian avant-garde and one of the most famous paintings in the world of art.

Just like the “Black Square" was Malevich's calling card, Nathan's short program “Nemesis” (music by Benjamin Clementine, choreography by Shae-Lynn Bourne) is the most recognizable in the skater’s career. Like a magnet, it captures attention of the audience at the rink as well as the ones watching the livestream. The simple costume, the sharp movements, the performance full of rebellion – all had the energy of a diamond in the rough of the rarest black color. Here Nathan is not a lyrical hero. Instead, like a suprematist, he portrays a strong emotion and ignites intense feelings to the powerful vocals of Benjamin Clementine. Nathan named “Nemesis” his favorite program where he could be himself. The skater flies over the ice with the resolve of an inescapable fate, reminding us that Nemesis was the goddess of revenge and the mother of karma (Nemesis is, Nemesis is, Nemesis is the mother of Karma). And like the “Black Square”, one can love or hate this program, but it is impossible to forget.

photo cred. Icon Sportswire / Getty Images

One of the ideas of abstract expressionism was to abandon structured composition and to produce large-scale, non-objective imagery. This movement developed in the United States and was considered purely American in spirit, being monumental, romantic and highlighting the serious questions of individual freedom. Barnett Newman believed that an artist is a choreographer of space. He infused his paintings with harsh flat color, thus predating the minimalist artists. A distinctive feature of his works – the so-called “zipper" – defined the structure of the paintings.

The music from the movie “Desierto” accompanies Nathan’s long program “Land of All” (music by Woodkid, choreography by Marie-France Dubreuil and Samuel Chouinard). The movie tells us about the fates of immigrants in the United States. Chen said he was not aiming to cover this topic and fill his performance with political meaning. Instead the program highlights the subject of individual freedom with the key message clearly stated in the lyrics (I came to break the wall that rose around you to see the land of all). The dark, gloomy atmosphere of the program foreshadows the danger and suggests seeking a way out. Newman said that we are making cathedrals “out of ourselves, out of our own feelings”. In his long program beginning with the lyrics "I took a chance to build a world of mine", Nathan showed that the solution lies in the individual freedom, in the freedom to choose and to express oneself.

photo cred. Raj Mehta / USA TODAY Sports

The term “hard-edge painting” was coined by the writer, curator and the Los Angeles Times art critic Jules Langsner. While studying the works of several painters, he found something they had in common, namely a particular sharpness of edge and a clarity of color. This style of painting developed among Californian painters as their reaction to the more painterly or gestural forms of abstract expressionism. At that time Langsner worked on an exhibition, featuring works of Karl Benjamin. This exhibition was called the “California Hard edge”.

The short program “Caravan” (music by Duke Ellington performed by Fanfare Ciocărlia, choreography by Shae-Lynn Bourne) is another iconic program of Nathan’s. The idea of the program belonged to the choreographer. Nathan described this program as a fun opportunity to dance to the music that people would actually want to dance to. Interestingly, Nathan chose the long program music in contrast to the short one. A simple costume and his naughty curls, high technical difficulty and the evocative footwork full of playful choreography, Western jazz flavored with notes of the East – all these make “Caravan” the cheerful and sunny performance that you would enjoy watching over and over again.

photo cred. Margarita (zhem_chug) Voronkovskaya

Action painting is a genre in which the paint is spontaneously splashed or dribbled onto the canvas. The finished painting becomes a physical manifestation of art. It seems that an artist acts unconsciously, bringing their pure emotions to the canvas. They create a painting publicly, making a kind of performance from their actions and splashes of paint. Jackson Pollock, being one of the best known representatives of the movement, considered his style of work spontaneous and emotional. He defined it as "a natural growth out of a need", when spontaneous painting was directed by the subconscious instruments of creativity.

Nathan’s long program “Rocketman” (soundtrack to the movie “Rocketman”, choreography by Marie-France Dubreuil and Samuel Chouinard) can be regarded as an anthem to movement and athleticism. Complicated jumps matching music accents required lots of strength and concentration from the athlete, at the same time preparing the audience for the blast of emotions in the final choreographic sequence. His loose hip-hop movements had an organic quality of a dance floor improvisation. His passionate performance brought the house down again and again. In the act of creation the skater turned the ice into the canvas, splashing steps and turns like paint. And only when the music ended could the athlete and the audience breathe out. The program can be divided into two emotionally different parts. At first the skater presents the audience with a series of gorgeous quad jumps that set the rhythm of the performance like a metronome. And then he launches the explosive choreography of his final choreo sequence in the end.

photo cred. Jay Adeff / U.S. Figure Skating

The term “neoplasticism” was coined by an artist named Piet Mondrian. The guiding principle of the style was the dynamic equality of the horizontal and vertical lines painted with the primary blue, red, and yellow. Mondrian created his unique works from the basic geometric compositions. He perceived the world as a contrast of the vertical and the horizontal, the positive and the negative, the masculine and the feminine. The asymmetry of figures that we see in his paintings symbolizes unity and synergy of the Universe. The works of Mondrian influenced many contemporary artists. Many styles of modern art like minimalism and pop art hail back to Mondrian and the "De Stijl" group.

In Nathan's long program of the 2020/2021 season (Selections from Philipp Glass, choreography by Shae-Lynn Bourne) the first thing that immediately catches one’s attention is the bright royal blue color of the shirt and absence of decoration except one vertical line of the same royal blue but of a different fabric. Mondrian considered the vertical line to be a symbol of masculinity. According to him it began at the center of the Sun. This is a totally abstract program without a specific name or character. The spectators get neither hints nor limits and decide themselves whether they are watching a lyrical tale, or an attempt to find oneself, or a portrayal of the power of nature. The energy of an entire ocean is hidden in simple sounds, smooth movements and restrained expressiveness. And at any moment the ocean can turn violent and merciless. No wonder that as the admirer of the Dutch artist, the skater chose the music of the minimalist composer for his long program. Like Piet Mondrian, Nathan Chen creates his own minimalist aesthetic of movement.

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Studying the history of abstract art we can conclude that there were several reasons for this style to develop. The hope for changes in the pre-revolutionary society was one of them. At the beginning of the 20th century lots of people were tired of the dominant traditions in the way of life in general and in the arts in particular. They desired something new. The abstract art, which some would consider a kind of art extremism, gave them what they wanted. Without exaggeration abstract art became a new era in painting.

The changes that are currently happening in figure skating can be undoubtedly called a technical revolution. No one is surprised by quadruple jumps and their quantity, or the age and gender of the skaters. It seems very soon everything will be attainable for everyone. Nathan is one of the pioneers of this revolution. In his programs he shows that athletes can be great technicians AND artists on the ice. And like true artists, athletes can now shed past restrictions and express themselves freely, showing all kinds of emotions, thoughts, and feelings in their programs.

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shirorinyuaaru · 3 years

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A Soldier’s Countenance

Chapter 3 - Of Fear and Resolution

Words unspoken often leave little room for resolution.

A Week Later; Levi’s Office 0900 Hours

Captain Levi hadn’t seen you in a week - he wasn’t sure if that frustrated him or brought him relief. Eren had been helping him around the office in your stead. This meant shitty tea, disorganized paperwork, and more work rather than more help. When Levi asked about your absence, Eren had mumbled something about Hange needing help with some of her experiments - another set of eyes. To the Captain’s surprise, Hange had corroborated the story, detailing the ongoing studies (much to Levi’s dismay).

The space you offered him allowed Levi time to process the events of that evening a week ago. Why had he done it? Why had he wanted to do it? More importantly, why had you let him?

You were both soldiers in a war with seemingly no end - A war that continued to rip away the people you were each close to. One day, that very same war would most likely kill both of you. Titans were dangerous and had become more unpredictable with each new revelation about them. Questions of sentience, unique skills, and titan shifters came to the forefront of the Survey Corps’ minds. Succumbing to carnal desires, feelings of passion, and especially love were absolutely out of the question. These feelings would prove deadly - they cloud the mind, prevent focusing on a mission, and leave soldiers vulnerable beyond the walls.

Levi saw firsthand how deep bonds could be a detriment with the losses of Isabel and Farlan. Even the seemingly distant bonds he had made with his original special-ops squad caused him immeasurable pain following their loss. Pursuing something like love meant breaking down his walls and leaving him open to harm, despair, and grief. Already the thought of losing you was like a knife to the gut.

What would it feel like if he let you in any more than he already had?

Thus, he resolved, next time he saw you he would make it clear that you were merely a member of his squad; nothing more, nothing less. What happened was a mistake that would not and could not be repeated. You each had a duty to your cause - You had to devote yourselves to saving humanity.

Three swift knocks on Captain Levi’s door broke him from his introspection.

“Eren if you’re here with that fucking disgusting tea again I suggest you leave before my boot makes contact with your face.”

“Luckily it isn’t Eren.” You responded, voice tight.

Levi cursed you quietly for your impeccable timing before approving your entry. He stood from his chair, expression resolute.

“Cadet.”

“Captain.”

The first thing Levi noticed was the guarded expression you wore. Instead of letting down your walls like you had both become accustomed to, he was met with almost indifference. He knew he should find that comforting considering his goal, but instead, it made his stomach clench unpleasantly. The second thing his slate-grey gaze found was the deep, dark circles under your eyes. Clearly you hadn’t been sleeping either.

“I wanted to talk to you about what happened last time we spoke.” Levi’s voice sounded foreign on his tongue. He wasn’t even sure he was speaking the right language.

“What a coincidence,” came your measured reply. You stood resolutely in the door, trying desperately to hide your rapid heartbeat. “I came to have the same conversation.”

“Cadet, what happened after our sparring match-”

“What happened to dropping honorifics in private?”

“That might have been my first mistake.” Something inside of Levi screamed at him to stop, but he did his best to silence it. “My second was letting my emotions get the best of me. I’m your Captain. You’re my subordinate. There’s nothing more to it - nothing less.”

You swallowed thickly, clasping your hands tightly behind your back in an attempt to gain control of the tension you felt building with each breath you took. Frankly, you weren’t entirely sure what you had planned to do by coming to Levi’s office. Did you want a clean, albeit painful break? Did you want to pursue something further? Were you supposed to listen to your head or to your heart? Your mind was racing so fast you weren’t sure you could keep up.

“Cadet?” He snapped you out of your thoughts quickly, noticing the conflict blooming in your e/c eyes.

Knowing better than to keep him waiting, you took a deep breath. What came to the forefront was his words to Eren on the expedition that had led to the demise of the entirety of Squad Levi. “I don’t think it was a mistake.”

“I’m sorry? I don’t remember asking your opin-”

“Let me finish.” You stated loudly, with more force than you probably meant to. Well aware of the possibility of punishment due to insubordination, you pressed on. “You’re the one who told us to make decisions that we wouldn’t regret. That’s what I’m doing.”

Levi met you with silence, eyeing you as you carefully formed your thoughts into words.

“You’re right. Having a relationship past that of Captain and Subordinate isn’t smart in the slightest, nor is it an appropriate course of action.”

“So you agree with me.”

“Let. Me. Finish.” You practically growled, finding it more difficult to contain the fire in your phrases with each passing moment. You made your way towards Levi, each step more confident and calculated than the last.

“You know what, you’re right - it was a mistake. Every step of the way, what we’ve built has been a mistake. It’s a mistake I’m willing to continue making at whatever the cost.”

Each step you made towards Levi forced him to clench his jaw tighter. Back again was the part of him screaming for him to give in and it was getting hard to ignore as the distance between you two became less and less. It felt as though you were both being pulled together by a taught rope and he could not bring himself to wrench away.

“Every time we venture outside of these walls, we give ourselves to humanity’s survival. We risk life and limb, coming back with new wounds only made worse by the snide remarks and sneers of the very people we are trying to save. We lose our friends, our colleagues, and the people we’ve come to love the most.” You stood toe-to-toe with your raven-haired captain, eyes blazing with the weight and force of your words.

“Maybe it’s safer to become battle-hardened, emotionless soldiers. Maybe it’s better to avoid fostering deeper connections with the people fighting alongside us. Maybe it’s better, but it’s not what I want. I refuse to swallow down what I feel for the sake of pride or comfort. Frankly, I’d rather swallow my blades.”

Levi swallowed thickly, his blank but firm expression becoming harder to maintain. “Your point, Cadet?”

“I’d rather make the mistake I’ve been making with you over and over than die not knowing where this could have gone. Where we could have gone. You’re a hard-ass, you’re hard to read, you have a particular fondness for shit jokes, and dealing with you on a bad day is a pain. However, you’re also the most hardworking person I’ve ever met, the most compassionate, and the most sacrificing. I’m not going to apologize for my feelings for you. I’m not going to apologize for what we did or what we planned to do before being interrupted.”

“Y/N, stop.” His reply was weak, breathy, and lacked the resolve he had started the conversation with.

He was damned if he thought any protest on his part would stop you now that the floodgates were wide open. Your eyes flicked down to his lips, your own breath heavy from your monologue. Taking a deep breath, you leaned in and went to capture them, thinking better of it only when you were both a hair’s width away from what you both desperately wanted.

“The ball’s in your court, Captain.” You breathed, pulling away. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts.” With a quick salute, you strode from the room, careful to maintain your composure until you were in the safety of your own room.

—

1000 Hours. Levi’s Office.

Levi sat in his chair, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling. Your words rang through his ears almost as loudly as a titan’s roar and he found it difficult to focus on anything other than the lecture you gave him.

He should punish you for arguing with a superior - he should give you a month of stable duty and make you run extra laps for a week, but he couldn’t. Once again he found himself at a loss, stunned by your confident declarations. Despite all of the logical reasons he could come up with about why this was a bad idea, the weight of your words hung heavy in the air and on his mind.

“I’d rather make the mistake I’ve been making with you over and over than die not knowing where this could have gone.”

“I’m not going to apologize for my feelings for you.”

“The ball’s in your court, Captain.”

Levi huffed in annoyance, covering his face with his hands. “Make a decision you aren’t going to regret, huh?” He murmured, tasting the words on his tongue.

—

1000 Hours. Soldier’s Barracks.

You buried your head in your pillow, cursing yourself for your boldness and stupidity in the presence of Captain Levi. You’d let your emotions bubble over and now it was probably going to be even more awkward than it had already been between you both.

Note to self, never take advice from Hange again.

Hange had listened sympathetically to you with each rant and rave you made about the situation. She felt she owed it to you after walking into an obviously tense moment between you and Captain Levi. Not being one for beating around the bush, Hange spent the week encouraging you to “get some balls and tell him how you feel!” Her words felt empowering, meaningful - It sounded like good advice.

You were starting to reconsider that notion.

Any semblance of friendship, any connection you may have had with the stormy-eyed man you called Captain - no - Levi, was up in smoke. The days, weeks, months you had worked to build that bond were pointless now.

You would have regretted going down without a fight.

A sigh escaped your lips and you further buried yourself in the sanctuary that was your bed.

And now I’m going to regret what I’ve ruined anyway.

—

2100 Hours - Squad Leaders’ Lounge

The ice in the whiskey glass between his fingers clinked carelessly as it melted. The liquid glowed a tempting auburn in the light of the fire before Levi as he sat in the leather chair he had grown fond of over the years.

“So this is where you’ve been, Shorty!” came Hange’s voice, sounding like nails on a chalkboard in Levi’s current state.

He let out a defeated sigh, glancing over at her as she made her way to the seat next to him, “What is it, Shitty-Glasses? I’m not in the mood right now.”

“Ooooh! Did Y/N come to see you today?” Hange wagged her eyebrows suggestively, noting the whiskey in his hand. “You never drink - it must have been quite an experience.”

Levi froze, his gaze hardening. “Hange, how much do you know?”

“Considering I’m the one who walked in on you both - despite your desperate attempts to look normal - it wasn’t exactly hard to figure most of it out myself. Y/N filled in the rest for me after I brought it up in an attempt to get an outside perspective.”

He huffed, running his free hand through his hair. “So you’re the one who told her to come see me, guns blazing.”

“What, it didn’t work?” The brunette guffawed, looking at Levi like he’d grown an extra head.

“What do you mean ‘What, it didn’t work,’ Hange?” Levi growled, clenching the whiskey glass tighter. “We’re in the middle of a war that isn’t going to end anytime soon. We could get eaten by those damn titans at any one of these expeditions.”

“And?”

“And? And what good is getting into a relationship just to have it torn away from you?”

Hange groaned, shaking her head. “You don’t get it, Shorty.”

“What, pray tell, don’t I get?”

“What good is hiding from what you want when this is the only chance you might ever get?”

A pregnant silence filled the room as Levi was reminded of your words.

“I’d rather make the mistake I’ve been making with you over and over than die not knowing where this could have gone.”

“How do you know I feel the same way she does?” He countered, returning his gaze to the fire.

“Because you’re taking the time to listen to what I have to say,” Hange replied, a knowing smirk on her face. “And you wouldn’t be drinking a straight whiskey if you were so sure of yourself.”

“Shut it, Four-Eyes.”

“Aha! So I am right!”

“Regardless of if you are, say one more word and my foot is going to find a new home in your ass.”

Hange puffed out her cheeks, standing up and marching her way to the liquor cabinet before pouring herself a whiskey as well. “One more thing.”

“My foot is getting ever-closer to its new home, Hange,” Levi warned, his eyes glinting dangerously.

“If you don’t go to her, you’ll lose her regardless.” Hange shot back her whiskey quickly, setting the glass on the table next to Levi before walking to the door. “You’re the one always lecturing about regret. See you, Shorty.”

Levi sighed and knocked back his whiskey, hoping for the liquid courage he needed.

He hated when Hange was right.

—

2130 Hours, Soldier’s Barracks.

You snuck out of your room quietly, making your way to the mess hall to get yourself a cup of tea. Sleep had escaped you and it didn’t seem like it would return to you any time soon.

“Maybe I’ll train with Mikasa after drills. That should tire me out for tomorrow night.” You hummed, lost in your thoughts. You had calmed down measurably from this morning’s conversation, but still preferred to keep it buried in your subconscious.

The mess hall wasn’t a long walk from your room, and you found the dark, empty halls to be comforting. No wandering eyes, no loud conversations, no bustling soldiers to knock you out of your reverie. When you were alone you could let your guard down and just be y/n. No need for honorifics, no need for posturing. It came as a relief.

You opened the door to the hall quietly, slipping in and making your way to the kitchen. Lavender chamomile tea sounded exactly like what you needed, so you moved with purpose as you set the kettle on the stove and got a teabag from the cabinet nearby. While you waited for the water to boil, you set out a mug and went to light a candle on one of the dining tables.

Seems lonely to sit in the dark and drink tea, you mused, striking a match and carefully setting the wick of the candle aflame. A gentle light filtered through the hall, its glow a welcome comfort in the cold night. Satisfied with the new luminance the room provided, you padded back to the kitchen to wait on the kettle.

—

Levi made his way down the hall to your room, wondering if he should wait until the morning to talk to you. The chance of waking your bedmates left a sour taste in his mouth, but he also knew that waiting meant he would lose the nerve the whiskey had warmed his insides with.

As he rounded the corner, he noticed the door to the mess hall was open and a gentle light painted the walls nearby. Fully prepared to scold a cadet -namely Sasha- for stealing rations in the middle of the night, he moved past the threshold silently. The dining room was empty save the lone candle burning on one of the dining tables. Glancing at the door to the kitchen, he figured he’d be able to trap his culprit with relative ease.

The closer he got to the door, however, he realized the cadet out of bed was no thief. It was the one person he had planned to go find in the first place. Her h/c h/l hair was shining in the gentle light of the room and her back was facing the door. Levi faintly smelled the soothing scent of lavender and chamomile, noting the lack of tension in your shoulders - a welcome change from this morning’s argument.

You looked beautiful.

Knowing this was the chance he was looking for, he took a deep breath and quietly came behind you, putting a gentle hand on your arm.

“Y/N.”

—

The gentle touch of someone’s hand made you freeze, dropping the tea bag you had just removed from your mug right back into it with a gentle “plop”.

“Y/N.” The one voice you weren’t nearly prepared to hear resounded from behind you, sounding almost fragile.

“Captain.” You murmured, not turning around. Your only hope was that you sounded somewhat calm.

“Levi.” He responded, “Please look at me, Y/N.”

A shaky breath left your lips before you could stop it and you nodded, slowly turning to face Levi. You focused your gaze on the floor, not willing to meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry for being out of bed. I was just going to have some tea and head back.”

“That’s not why I’m here, Y/N. Look at me please.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft as he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Levi carefully lifted your head until your e/c eyes met his slate-gray ones.

You were unable to control the trembling of your breath as you met Levi’s gaze. Instead of the hardened expression you were used to, instead of the wall that he so carefully hid behind, his eyes laid bare his feelings of vulnerability.

“Why are you here, Levi?”

“To apologize.”

“For what? I was the one out of line today.”

“Maybe. That doesn’t change the fact that you were right.”

Your eyes widened at his declaration, surprise filling your features. “I’m not…sure I follow you.”

“Look - I…” He shut his eyes tightly, letting out a frustrated huff, “I’m really fucking bad with words, Y/N.”

“I won’t know what you’re here for unless you tell me.”

For a few moments, the only sound that could be heard was the gentle breaths being shared between you both.

“I don’t want to regret anything either,” Levi responded quietly, suddenly unable to meet your gaze.

“I still don’t understand what you’re trying to say.” You murmured, careful not to agitate him in his already vulnerable state.

“I’d rather just show you.”

“I’m sorry —?”

Your words were cut off by the feeling of a gentle, but firm arm around your waist. Levi’s other hand came to cup the side of your face and with a shuddering breath, he leaned in, giving you a feather-light kiss.

Time seemed to stop for a moment. Your eyes remained wide open, while his were squeezed shut. Levi desperately hoped this would give you the answer that you sought.

After a moment, Levi began to pull away. “I’m sorry, was that too forward of me? Shit, I’m really not good at this - I know you said the ball’s in my court and I’m probably fucking this up. I-”

”Stop.” You whispered, your hands coming to either side of his face.

“Y/N?”

“Stop talking.”

You pulled Levi to you, returning the kiss you had failed to before with fervor. You poured your heart into the kiss, hoping to communicate to Levi in a language he felt more comfortable with.

Levi responded with equal passion, pulling you flush against him. He held you as if letting go meant losing you forever. With each kiss you shared, the next was more desperate, filled with an even greater longing. It was almost as if you needed each other to breathe.

It wasn’t enough.

You let out a surprised squeal as Levi grabbed your ass and lifted you, setting you on the counter behind him and slipping between your legs.

“Y/N,” he breathed, the scent of whiskey present on his breath, “I love you.”

The light in the dining room glowed well into the night as you both shared the feelings Levi had tried so desperately to contain.

Before you knew it, the tea beside you had grown cold.

#levi x reader #levixreader #shingeki no kyoujin #attack on titan #attack on titan imagines #levi ackerman #levi ackerman imagine

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monster mash

MONSTER MASH

as a small unit within the coalition, the creature special ops team was created in order to help wizarding and muggle communities around the world with their creature problems. when a ministry’s own creature department struggles to contain it they can request the assistance of the cso or if the coalition is in place already and find it necessary they will bring them in. whether it’s to capture or kill, it depends upon decisions made by the coalition or ministries. they aren’t the first cso team to exist and they certainly won’t be the last but they are the current unit the coalition has under their wing.

interviews began in the summer of 1971, 100 members were plucked from ministries around the world and invited to attend training in january of 1972. after two years of training in switzerland, the group was whittled down to what you see in the ad here and their missions began in 1974. high specialized and highly trained, each member is integral to the success of the group. they only recently arrived in london, november of ‘78 and have been here since.

if there were a leader of the group it would be the voice. the middle man between the coalition and the cso team, they take care of any public relations issues, deal with foreign ministry members, the media and citizens. each member travels with the group, as such it’s difficult for any of them to plan their lives as they could be gone for months at a time or home for weeks. it’s very dependent upon the changing situations around the globe. this means the group is very close-knit. while they might not always get along, they know and trust every member with their lives.

CREATURE SPECIAL OPS

THE VOICE

35+. NIGERIA. HALF VEELA* MAHERSHALA ALI (OPEN).

slippery. vain. charming. smooth. linguist. good wine, impeccable taste, beautiful smiles, late nights, dimmed lights.

DANIQUE VISSER (reserved for bee)

35. VAMPIRE SPECIALIST. NETHERLANDS. VANESSA KIRBY.

competitive. well-read. eager. inquisitive. loose notes, midnight snacks, early bird, well devised plans, whisky celebrations.

REUBEN DAWE (reserved for robin)

40. WEREWOLF SPECIALIST. CANADA. TOM HARDY.

laidback. spontaneous. charisma. smells like team spirit, puzzles, black & white thinking, bomber jackets, jack-the-lad.

HAG OP

35+. RUSSIA*. MARION COTILLARD (OPEN)

proud. mysterious. take charge. obstinate. permanent markers, dark forests, foggy mornings, knowing looks.

SPIRIT OP (reserved for lorraine)

35+. MEXICO*. PEDRO PASCAL

superstitious. bookish. steadfast. humble. don’t step on a crack, spilled tea, broken hearts, green thumb, quiet moments.

GIANT OP

35+. INDIA. DEEPIKA PADUKONE (OPEN)

one step ahead. impatient. outspoken. imaginative. leaps without looking, dog eared pages, neon lights, glitter and gold.

BEAST OP

30+. AUSTRALIA. SAM CLAFLIN (OPEN)

sensitive. doting. empathetic. kind. glasses slipping off your nose, fur covered clothes, gifts for no reason.

GHOUL OP

35+. CHINA. LUCY LIU (OPEN)

cheeky. confident. stubborn. night owl, shaken not stirred, midnight fires, dirt stained cheeks, wind swept hair.

THE HEALER

30+. ISRAEL. GAL GADOT (OPEN)

romantic. careful. linguist. genuine. neatly laid clothes, sunbeams through windows, mums know best.

THE TECH

30+. MALAYSIA. HENRY GOLDING (OPEN)

innovative. resourceful. genius. amusing. tinkering, unorganized desks, unkempt hair, cold coffee and toast, dusty lamps.

#foxrp #updates #subplots #monster mash

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heath-ur · 4 years

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00Q Kinktober - Day 1

Prompt List ; Ao3

Pairing: Bond x Q Prompt: Thigh Riding Warnings: Smut, No Beta

There is some cannon-breaking hand-waving: Alec never betrays Britain or Bond in GoldenEye. This is set sometime before Skyfall but Q is already Quartermaster. M (the only M that matters) is alive.

Q is aware of what everyone says about Bond. 007. He is a womanizer, flirt, love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of man. Despite how much he appears to be a gentleman. Q supposes the appearance of one didn’t in any way exclude the behaviors of the other.

It’s what everyone didn’t say that leads to Q being wrong-footed when faced with the man for the first time as his Quartermaster.

Due to M’s paranoia, she insisted that every Double-Oh first meeting happened in her office. This is how Q finds himself sitting in the only comfortable visitors chair as he reads over the post-op mission brief on his tablet. Bond walks in without even knocking on the doorframe. Q adds rude to the personality list.

“007, meet Q. Q, 007”. M speaks first as Bond prowls closer. His gaze sharpens as he inspects Q with an intensity that would have been uncomfortable; if Q hadn’t just met 002 for the first time hours prior.

Q looks up from his tablet to catch the stare head-on and uncrosses his legs to stand. “007. Welcome home. R reported that Positano went well, aside from the owner-operated kiosks De Lucas’ men plowed into. Well done.” Q extends the hand without technology for a handshake.

Bond returns it briskly enough, his eyes crinkling at the corners like he’s sharing a secret joke. “You can call me Bond. James Bond.” He might have been expecting a birth name in answer. Q doesn’’t give it, even as Bond’s fingers slip oh-so-innocently across Q’s wrist before he lets the handshake fall. Well then. That is new information. Q blinks as he retracts his hand.

M missed the incident and continues the introduction. “Major Boothroyd has decided after decades of service that he has had enough of you Double-Ohs and took his much-deserved retirement. Q has 12 years of service and has led countless missions over the years. His security and remote retrieval is impeccable.”

Bond smoothly puts a hand in his pocket as he shifts his bodyweight just-so. Contrapposto. “Oh? So you will be the one whispering sweet nothings in my ear?” He asks cheekily in Q’s direction.

Q keeps from rolling his eyes. It isn’t professional. “I believe you have mistaken me for one of your marks, 007. When I ask for you to do something, it won’t be a whisper.”

Bond barks a laugh at the response.

M cuts her eyes up sharply but in the end refrains from saying anything further besides, “Introductions are over, you both may leave.”

Bond and Q both head for the door and past Moneypenny’s unoccupied desk. The walk past the first branch-off is companionably silent.

Steps in front of the second, Q speaks up, “If any of my tech survived the mission, I could be relieving you of it now and save you the trip to Q branch.”

Bond’s expression alone tells Q the answer. Without M’s presence, Q gives into the impulse to roll his eyes like a teenager. “I’ll bid you farewell here, then. Please do give Minnie my regards.” Minnie is Q’s favorite Medical Branch nurse; brutally efficient and without any false cheer. She’s the nurse Doctor Reed sets upon the Double Ohs.

“Do you even know how to get to Q-branch from here? You won’t get lost, will you?” Bond asks with faux concern. Q can’t decide if Bond is attempting to belittle Q’s age or his intellect. Either way, Bond is purposefully trying to get a rise out of his new handler - a test run.

“How very paternal of you.” Q quips back. “Will you ask me to hold your hand while you lead me to my desk like a good little boy?”

Bond’s carefree smile turns wolfish at the same time Q realizes the fatal omittance from all of the reports he’d been given: They all called Bond a womanizer. But that didn’t exclude him from being a maneater. Without a by-your-leave, Bond confidently takes hold of Q’s hand and leads him down the hall.

They end up in an abandoned office - good luck for the poor sod that had the place before, as it feels noticeably warmer than the hall outside. They must be near a furnace.

Q very carefully puts his tablet aside on the empty desk, head cocked and gaze flicking over Bond’s body language. Receptive, but that didn’t exclude deceptive. “I would claim ignorance over why you have led me here, but ignorance isn’t in my nature. I suppose the next question is what you hope to accomplish, besides orgasms, of course.”

“Of course,” Bond murmurs as he prowls closer, purposefully licking his lips so he can smirk as he notices Q’s eyes dilating wide. Well, two can play at that game.

Q leans coyly on the far wall, one foot against the wall cocking his knee at an enticing angle, pushing his pelvis out before companionably crossing his arms. “Well? Let me start, shall I? M is aware of my orientation and actively encourages me to pursue like-minded MI6 employees as opposed to those outside of the organization. None of my… personal exploits… will be held against my professional record. So this,” Q flicks a loosely pointed finger between himself and Bond, “will be reported. By me. She’ll be thrilled that I’m following protocol.”

That actually has Bond pausing a few steps away from Q, his eyes jerking up from where they had been assessing Q’s hips. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Q responds. “Oh, I’m sure she will disapprove and scold you in her office like a naghty schoolboy for not keeping it in your pants - again. I, however, am but following her orders. Besides, if pressed to keep only one of us, she would choose to keep me. . .” Q rolls his body to push himself off the wall to take the last few steps into Bond’s space, maintaining eye-contact with that ice-blue stare; smirking. “Between the two of us, I’ve proven to be the more dangerous in bed, you see.”

His smirk is kissed off his face as Bond presses forward those last few inches. Q gladly gives him control; he knew it would be worth the submission and is quickly proven correct. There is nothing exploratory about it; deep and wet with an expert tongue licking a pattern across the roof of his mouth. Oh, that tongue would feel marvelous against his cock.

Q groans and takes Bond’s lapels in his hands, not-so-gently pulling Bond back with him until he meets the wall. At the same time that his back meets the wall, he presses his hips into Bond’s; a testing, rhythmic roll. The kiss is released in order to breathe, teeth scraping against Q’s bottom lip. Hooded eyes meet.

Q takes control of this next one, deceivingly light kitten licks until Bond opens up are followed by a sharp nip to Bond’s upper lip. Bond makes a surprised noise deep in his throat that just makes Q hotter. He’s pressed more tightly against the wall and the thigh that slips between his legs is a welcome progression of events.

The initiative is rewarded. Q’s hands travel - one up to clasp lightly at Bond’s nape to bring him that much closer; the other slipping down Bond’s chest and stomach, pulling Bonds shirt out of his trousers just enough so skin can meet skin as Q’s hand continues around until it reaches the small of Bond’s back. Q starts working a rhythm that brings his awakening dick into rolling contact with Bond’s thigh and pelvic crease. No matter the layer of clothing between them, it was still a pressure that promised delicious release. Bond’s own erection ruts against Q’s hip bone with controlled violence.

Q tests a hypothesis by scratching lightly at Bond’s back and is answered with a growl as Bond breaks the kiss and begins walking his lips and teeth down Q’s neck. Perfect. Of course he was bloody perfect. Q’s breath and hips hitch in sync as Bond gets to that spot behind his ear. Q’s exterior leg leaves the ground altogether so he can press even more of himself against the agent that keeps him locked against the wall. Bond uses the wall to stabilize his knee, angling his hip just right so that the engaged muscles of his thighs feel divine against Q’s perineum.

Q moans, pleased, and tries to tangle his hand into Bond’s hair. Bond only tsks before taking the hand within his own to press it against the wall near their heads. Q moans, this one approvingly, and ruts harder. His other hand presses itself further up Bond’s back, closer to his shoulder blades.

The both of them are rubbing against each other enthusiastically enough that Q feels the exact moment the head of his cock slips past both his pants and his slacks to peek out and pressing against Bond’s bare skin, slick and hot. (It should say something about his acquired eating habits that he’s lost enough weight for his trousers to be so loose.) Q can only moan like a wanton whore as he tries to press closer.

Bond resists, trying to step back, “Wait a moment. Let me.” He tries to slip a hand between them to undo his bespoke trousers - to set them at the same level of indecency. Q won’t have it. He has no choice but to use his trapped thigh and his own weight to hook and twist. In seconds, he has Bond pressed against the wall so that he can continue his ride. (Later, he will be proud that he didn’t even have to set his other foot down. His training with 004 was finally paying off.) RIght now, he is just focused on hitting… that… spot… right… there.

“I guess I did forget to tell you,” Q gasps into Bond’s shoulder, his free hand clawing into Bond’s bare side as he keeps rutting against Bond’s pelvic crease and abs, particularly enjoying the dip of his naval. He stretches his neck to bite gently above Bond’s collar and further still to whisper in his ear. “You're not coming unless it's in your pants. You haven’t gotten your test results since your latest romp in Italy.”

Bond snarls and grips Q’s still- captured hand hard enough to bruise. Check, Q thinks before Q bites again in reproof. The hand that latches onto his nape to give him a shake makes him throw back his head a moment later to hiss, “Yess…”

Bond’s lips tackle his own once more, licking and biting. His frustration is evident in every movement, but he doesn’t try removing his trousers again. That deserves another reward.

“Come on, 007. Put your back into it,” Q orders and jerks his hips.

Bond actually laughs before reversing their positions, twisting Q into the wall much harder than Q had moments before, head cushioned only by the hand at his nape. Q traps the keen in his throat, but by the unholy light in Bond’s eyes, it didn’t go unheard. Q’s other hand is taken in Bond’s grip and pressed just as harshly against the wall. Eyes keep contact as Bond presses his whole body close, a sinuous twist of both his thigh and stomach making his abs slide just right against the underside of Q’s cock. Checkmate, Q smirks through his nearly- silent orgasm, white-hot and exhilarating.

When he comes back to himself, he is still pressed into the wall, a combination of aftershocks and Bond’s unfulfilled desire keeping their hips at a jerking, listless rhythm. At some point, Bond had let go of his hands to lean his elbows more firmly into the wall to increase the friction. Q’s come is cooling unpleasantly where he had released against Bond’s stomach, but Q didn’t complain. He merely scooted his hip bone in a more optimal position and took a handful each of Bond’s arse, making sure his nails could be felt against the fabric as he pressed back against Bond’s erection.

“Oh, that was absolutely lovely.” He didn’t have to try hard to emphasize the admiration and satisfaction in his voice. “Will you come for me? Please? Oh, please?” He injects just a hint of whine, wiggling in place and pulling Bonds head back just enough to see his expression as he came - eyes closed, jaw clenched, holding down a grunt in his throat. Just Lovely.

He closes his eyes to better take in the weight of Bond against him, the scent of sex, the thrum of his blood in his veins. God, he had needed that.

Once they get their breath back, Q is the first to begin pulling away by shuffling sideways across the wall. Bond shifts his weight slightly to the side, allowing the movement but not moving himself. Q tucks his slightly-sticky cock back into his pants and trousers and rubs his stained fingertips against Bond’s shirt-tails without shame. Bond scoffs in amusement.

“I admit, I still don’t see how this makes you more dangerous than me in bed.”

“You still haven’t seen me in bed,” Q quips while he straightens first his cardigan, then his not-nearly distressed enough curls. Bond’s chuckle rolls through the room and Q doesn’t bother repressing his satisfied shiver. Next time, Q promises himself, his curls would be getting more attention. But that is for later.

Q checks his watch before he steps up close to Bond one last time, his long fingers slipping across one of Bond’s slack wrists in a mirroring pattern from earlier that day. They share eye-contact and the laugh-lines around Bond’s eyes crease. “It was a pleasure meeting you today, 007. Please debrief with Medical before you go home.” He means the pun, and Bond’s huff confirms that it wasn’t missed. Q smirks but turns away to collect his tablet. “My subordinates require my attention before 002’s next check-in.” He gives one last wave behind himself before opening the door without a further by-your-leave.

It’s not running away. It’s a strategic retreat. Q knows he won this round. So why does he have the sinking feeling that he’s only started a war?

#kinktober #00q #00q fanfiction #00q fic #quartermaster #james bond

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OP. THE VIBES ON THAT COMIC ARE IMPECCABLE. You REALLY managed to capture the feeling of hanging out with your best friend really late at night when you're tired and wistful and a little bit sad but it's ok 'cause you're sad together

Thank you so much!!!! Omg im so relieved to hear that i really wanted to get the vibes right GDJDJDHSJ

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skriaki · 4 years

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TOP 10 NINTENDO SWITCH GAMES 2019 - my arbitrary list!

Sometimes it's good to be proven wrong. I was pretty sceptical when the Switch was first announced, as it didn't seem too different from the Wii U's gamepad. Then I spent two years watching Nintendo enjoy a complete reversal of fortune, to the point of potentially amassing a more compelling library than Sony's or Microsoft's consoles. So that's how I quite suddenly found myself buying a Switch in October 2019, after having resisted the PS4 and Xbone for five whole years, and my free time has since been dominated by this little machine that defied the odds.

Some of Nintendo's business decisions can still seem inexplicable, but releasing a powerful handheld console that can also be docked with a TV at a moment's notice has proved to be an inspired idea, rather than the gimmick the Wii U's gamepad mostly turned out to be. And along with Nintendo's dependable series of top-notch exclusives, the Switch has enjoyed much better third-party support, which is how I ended up buying Dark Souls for the fourth bloody time just because the option to play it portably was too tempting to resist.

The Switch is the first console I've bought since the PS3 and for all Nintendo's quirks, there's a reason the Switch has dominated Christmas wishlists for three years running. Games like Super Mario Odyssey feel like full-size adventures that just happen to have a portable option, as opposed to handheld games you can also play on the big screen. This is the first year in a long while that I've actually played enough topical titles to justify a "games of the year" list, even if my recent Nintendo bias is pretty blatant.

So with that caveat in mind, and in no particular order, here's my entirely subjective list of the best Nintendo Switch games of 2019.

Luigi's Mansion 3

This is a franchise I'd always been curious about and can finally have an opinion on. The process of going from floor to floor of the hotel hoovering up ghosts and solving puzzles is pretty straightforward, but Luigi's Mansion 3 has so much polish and personality crammed into the cartridge. Luigi is immediately lovable as a determined coward, and each level has a wildly different theme that's realised with extravagant audio and visual flair, so progress always feels rewarding. Though this isn't true horror by any means, there can be an unsettling atmosphere and some of the bosses are pretty freaky. I officially love this oddball franchise and am desperate for a chance to play the story again in co-op. Unquestionably a first-class exclusive.

Doom (Switch port)

Not to be confused with the impressive Switch version of Doom 2016, this is the iconic Doom made cheap and accessible. While purists may take issue with some minor technical deviations, this is the first time I've got most of the way through Doom because the portability and *glorious* true dual-stick control makes this easily my favourite version. There's even a cheat menu for when I just want to mindlessly punch hell beasts. The main thing that ages Doom is its maze-like structure, but playing it casually experience alleviates that frustration somewhat. At a grand total of four pounds, this is a BFB (big fucking bargain).

Untitled Goose Game

You know a game is good when the only asterisk I put on my recommendation is that it *may* be overpriced. Untitled Goose Game took the internet by storm this year because it's the quintessential indie game: cute, simple and with anti-authoritarian undertones. As a horrible goose, it's your mission to cause havoc in an unsuspecting English village, interacting with people and objects to cause chain reactions of chaos. Some of the puzzle solutions are maybe a bit obscure, but 90% of the time just messing around with everything in the area will lead to a solution. Untitled Goose Game makes up for its brevity with sheer comedic charm, feeling much better-designed than a "lul so random" affair like Goat Simulator. A honking good time.

Terraria (Switch port)

I have spent literally hundreds of hours on the PC version of Terraria, so when I was broke after buying my Switch the new Terraria port was an obvious cost-effective choice. While the controls aren't as precise, the amount of time spent mining and sorting through loot makes this a great handheld experience. I can't comment on the multiplayer options but few games represent such a sheer value for money, as there's always a new cave to explore or a new boss to overcome. Time has been kind to this 2011 classic, grind notwithstanding.

Yooka-Laylee and the Impossible Lair

While I personally enjoyed the original Yooka-Laylee, it was definitely flawed and I never seriously expected to see a sequel. But Yooka-Laylee and the Impossible Lair launched quite abruptly and did a pretty spectacular job of upstaging its predecessor. All the previous game's half-baked feel has been replaced with clever design touches, like the equippable tonics which grant helpful abilities at the cost of a currency penalty. The titular Lair is actually the final level and available to throw yourself at right from the beginning, but beating it without first obtaining more hitpoints by completing other stages is incredibly hard, which is a great way to incentivize progress without denying more confident players the option of beating the game earlier if they can meet the challenge. Impossible Lair might be this year's biggest surprise, and despite a modest budget I think it's worthy of comparison to excellent 2D platformers like Rayman Legends. Just don't expect to defeat Capital B on your first attempt.

A Hat In Time (Switch port)

I recently reviewed A Hat In Time but at the risk of repeating myself, it's one of the most charming games of the last few years and an incredibly impressive crowdfunded achievement. Mario's offerings may be a grander technical feat, but A Hat In Time is a fast and fabulous journey through a series of weird and wonderful worlds that all feel distinct in content and tone. It's very openly inspired by GameCube-era platformers like Mario Sunshine and Psychonauts and it easily scratches that itch. Simply one of the best original platformers of this generation, and I defy you not to love Hat Kid's cheeky antics.

Spyro Reignited Trilogy (Switch port)

As someone who thinks the original Spyro trilogy holds up better than most early 3D games, I'd have actually preferred a simple port rather than a full remake, but The Reignited Trilogy is honestly impeccable. The updated visuals are gorgeous while maintaining the general style of those old, jaggy models, and very little of the gameplay or content has changed except for sensible updates like the ability to immediately warp between every level you've visited. Having full dual-analogue control is also an absolute godsend even for a PS1 veteran like me. Though Spyro may seem a bit basic these days when faced with modern platformer marvels, the Reignited Trilogy makes these old favourites accessible again at a generous price point.

Ring Fit Adventure

Yes, I have a Wii kicking around in a box somewhere. No, Wii Fit never held my attention as anything more than a curiosity. Ring Fit Adventure, meanwhile, is limited only by my cholesterol-encrusted heart and dislike of excessive showering. This is an honest-to-goodness attempt at making an RPG out of a workout toy, and the amount of polish put into the game's presentation and hardware implementation is pretty remarkable. Levels involve jogging on the spot and squeezing the ring accessory to collect goodies and overcome obstacles, and periodically you'll engage in turn-based combat where you use a custom selection of exercise moves to deal damage. It's a fantastic idea pulled off much more elegantly than it sounds. The ring accessory unfortunately makes this quite an expensive game, so it'll take a lot of regular use to get your money's worth, but I can honestly (and surprisingly) say that exercise suddenly becomes more compelling when it's presented as a light RPG adventure with anthropomorphic gym equipment encouraging you to take breaks and drink plenty of water.

Pokémon Sword/Shield

Disclaimer: I can only give my impressions from 25 hours of playing Pokémon Shield, so this is DEFINITELY not a full review. That being said, this is still an easy recommendation to existing Pokemaniacs and a good starting point for any new acolytes. While the core formula hasn't evolved (har har) much since the very first Pokemon, Sword and Shield still has a number of modern quality of life improvements that make previous generations show their age. I've had so much fun building a core crew of cute and/or badass 'mons in a weird Nintendo version of Britain, and the online features combine with a VASTLY improved random encounter system to make grinding far less of a concern. The wild area takes some getting used to, but it's satisfying to come back and capture the huge Onyx you had to run away from a few hours before. Even if Pokémon Sword/Shield has some technical blemishes and could have pushed the series further in some regards, it's still easy to see why this franchise has maintained such a beloved status for so long.

Red Faction: Guerrilla Re-mars-tered (Switch port)

Along with Dark Souls, Red Faction was a game I never even knew I needed on the go, but now I've got it I can't imagine ever going back. A cult classic due to its amazing destruction physics, Red Faction sees you leading a proletariat revolution on Mars, literally tearing down corporate monuments to free the working class from systematic oppression. The open world is a bit claustrophobic and the shooting isn't exactly mind-blowing, but there's a reason I've beaten Red Faction every couple of years ever since its original 2009 release. The Switch port does the game justice and if you set the difficulty to easy then this is one of the best rage-venting experiences money can buy. So yes, I recommend getting your ass to Mars.

#gaming #nintendo #goty #2019 #switch #nintendo Switch #game review #review

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congratulations elaina, scorpio is now wren hugo with the faceclaim bex taylor klaus !

Character Sign: scorpio Character name: wren hugo Birthday: 1997 Sexuality: queer Gender: intersex, but this is not public information. legal documents say "female". has decided that thinking to hard about their gender identity will detract from the causes they support, so currently goes by she/her pronouns. Moon Sign: leo (aquarius rising) Faceclaim: bex taylor klaus Power: sound manipulation (elaboration in bio)

Biography:

1997. wren elizabeth hugo is born to a pair of modern hippies; an american father and german mother living in gao, india. she won't remember having lived there.

1999. the hugos move to kathmandu, nepal. the missionary doctor they see while there points out that something might not be quite right with wren. sure, she seems healthy enough, but something between her legs isn't shaped the way you'd expect it to be shaped.

2002. two surgeries later, the government catches up the the hugos, who disappear dehab, egypt just in time for wren to start school.

2004. the hugos find themselves in ko pha-ngan, thailand. wren goes under the knife again.

2005. their stay in siargo doesn't last terribly too long. wren is nearly kidnapped, but evades capture and the family leaves shortly after.

2005. the family lands in the cyclades, greece. wren faces another surgery and falls in love with computers.

2009. just when wren is starting to think they've found their forever home, the family picks up again and moves to freetown christiania, copenhagen, denmark. mr. and mrs. hugo swear up and down that this is the last move. wren starts getting headaches.

2011. it isn't the last move. amidst civil unrest in the commune, the hugos move once more, this time to glastonbury. wren's headaches get worse, morphing into migraines.

2011. wren's migraines degrade to the point where other surgeries to address her other problems are put on hold. at least once a week- sometimes more frequently- she gets excruciating episodes where it feels as if a rocket is launched from somewhere in the back of her skull and explodes just behind her left eye. no one can explain why. after the worst one of her life, wren writhing and screaming and clawing at her eye to try to get it out, her mother and father frantically pinning her arms to the bed to stop her from hurting herself, everything came to a halt as wren's vision suddenly disappeared from that eye. this leads to the discovery of wren's mystery condition- a demyelinating disease that caused enough nerve damage to irreversibly destroy the connection between wren's eye and her brain.

2012. her other eye begins to deteriorate, as do other nerves in her body. doctors work quickly to get her on the right cocktail of medications to control the pain and seizures that result, and the medications work fairly well. wren still steadily loses vision in her other eye, and occasionally experiences tremors and palsies in her limbs, but the migraines and pain are much more bearable than they were before her diagnosis.

2013. the law finally catches up to mr. and mrs. hugo for tax evasion. wren is taken away from them and dropped into a foster home with minimal contact with her parents. while living in the foster home, with government officials aware of her condition, she's able to receive somewhat better accessibility aids, such as a wheelchair for days when her palsies are more than she can deal with on her own, as well as a service dog (a black lab named pluto). she gets placed in a school that better suits her needs and is finally able to start re-learning how to use a computer and how to read braille, among other important things like how to navigate on her own and how to operate her cell phone.

2014. wren petitions for and receives emancipation at 17. she moves into a co-op with a few other young people nearer her school and works on applying to colleges. as she still struggles to use computers, she lets go of her dream of studying computer science and becoming a hacker; instead, she decides to study sociology and become an activist of some kind. she's tired of thinking about her gender, she's tired of thinking about her disability, she wants to fight for something else. still plagues with nightmares of her near-abduction in siargao, she settles on human trafficking.

2015. thanks in large part to a sob story essay about growing up a disabled nomad, wren is accepted to several schools. she ultimately chooses durham at the recommendation of a school counselor.

2016. welcome to durham. it's a struggle to get situated starting out, but the school gives her some assistance and she's got her feet under her within a few months.

march 2017. that night at the sands... there are too many people. they're too loud. they're too close together. it's cold and wet and sand is hard to navigate and honestly wren just wants to go home and suddenly... the whole world goes silent. every sound cuts out in an instant and wren freezes in place- she's been warned already that her hearing was in danger the same as her eyes, but she hadn't expected it to just disappear like that. completely overtaken with fear, she quietly tells pluto to take her back home and follows him away from the group as quickly as possible. by the time she's off the sand, her hearing returns. overwhelmed by the sudden turn, wren falls to her knees in the grass, barely able to catch her breath. a few moments later, she hears voices approaching behind her; she scrambles to her feet and hurries off with pluto again, not wanting to explain what just happened to anyone. over the next few weeks, as the reality of what they'd experienced became apparent, wren came to realize that her experience was her first run-in with her power of sound manipulation- she was overwhelmed by all the noisy people around her, so she stopped the soundwaves from reaching herself. with time and practice, she started learning the finer points of her power- she could listen in on far-away conversations, she could say something in a quiet voice from one side of the room and send it to a specific person on the other side of the room without anyone else hearing, she could turn off all sounds in an area entirely for everyone- the applications were a bit dizzying. she hasn't developed any subpowers yet, but through the power-ups she's developed a very keen sense of echolocation; through sound she can very accurately determine the shape and contents of the space she's in, and if she knows a person very well she can even figure out where that person is within that space.

Five interesting facts about your character:

1. mother is german, father is american. spoke a mix of both growing up and is functionally fluent in both, but not 100% fluent in either. regarding other languages:

knows a few children's songs in konkani, but left india too young to remember much of the language.

same with nepali from her time in kathmandu.

lived in dehab, egypt in early elementary school and can still read a bit of arabic, but not much.

was reasonably okay at thai at one point after living in ko pha-ngan, but has forgotten most of it.

didn't live in siargao long enough to learn much siargaonon

became very attached to greek while living in the cyclades, is still reasonably conversational.

picked up dutch relatively easily while living in christiania, copenhagen due to already speaking english and german.

wren never feels comfortable communicating; she knows her accent is a muddy mess and that her vocabulary is small. sometimes, to get out of conversations with strangers, she'll speak a made-up language that crosses through all the various languages she knows. she worries that if she picks just one language, the stranger might happen to know how to speak that language. also, in spite of being so uncomfortable with her language skills, she picks up on other languages relatively quickly because she's so used to having to learn fast.

2. wren's memory is impeccable, she'll never forget a kindness or a slight or a random useless piece of trivia.

3. keeps a small fidget toy in her pocket at all times, finds it helps keep her calm and focused.

4. very, very, very particular about her shoes. will wear a pair of shoes until they fall apart before buying a new pair, and it takes her forEVER to settle on a new pair. she's somewhat the same way about her clothes, but it's very pronounced with shoes.

5. wren started losing her sight just as she started wanting to wear makeup. knowing she'd eventually lose most of her vision, she practiced putting her eyeliner and mascara on without a mirror. by the time she lost her sight, she could do so pretty easily, and still does. she doesn't really wear makeup beyond that.

Character Quote:

"Day surprises me and night scares me haunts me and winter follows me An animal walking on the snow has placed Its paws in the sand or in the mud

Its paws have traveled From further afar than my own steps On a path where death Has the imprints of life" from "the human face: vi. a wolf", paul eluard

If your character had a patronus what would it be? and why?

an elephant. they never forget.

#accepted #scorpio #yes i decided to skip the writing example #feel free to skip yours #i know y'all can write

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