#in tact gear because yes

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 18th

simon riley x uniform kink

simon riley was a perceptive man. infact, he’d been waiting for you to whine out the words “keep the mask on.” since he’d let you see him wear it. from that point on, he knew sometimes you didn’t just want him, you wanted Ghost too.

opposed to contrary belief, simon isn’t actually a violent, degrading, rough, villain in the bedsheets, infact — quite rather the opposite. he’ll keep a soft cotton tshirt on over his scarred built body, sometimes if he’s been off duty for months his tummy would be a bit softer, pressing against yours as he rolls his hips against you, deep husky voice calling you his girl in your ear— and you love it. it’s your simon, the man you love.

but there’s an itch, and it must be scratched.

simon, only wanting to make you feel good is more than happy to oblige. he must admit, there is that side to him, the side that wants to let Ghost take over sometimes. he see’s that side to him as a whole different person, detached, cold, only one thing on his mind and it’s getting what he wants. he likes to leave that at the door when he comes home, his worst fear being scaring you the way he’s been made feel frightened in his past. however, when you’ve caught him coming home late, not bothered to remove all his gear, large and loud as he steps through the house — he notices that it’s not fear in your eyes, rather lust.

its almost the feeling of ‘we shouldn’t’ when you approach him, looking so much smaller than usual because he just looks all the more bigger. your hand curiously traces along his tact vest, the stiff material creating the illusion that he’s even bigger, even impossibly broader than he already is and you bite your lip. he doesn’t say a word, staring down at you through the skull mask. if it were anyone else, you’d shiver — feeling like prey. and you do, but in the best way possible. knowing it was simon in there, still dressed in the dust of his enemies, cold and hard — you couldn’t help but feel your panties dampen beneath your nightgown, thighs pressing together.

“look so good.” you whisper, barely audible— and he doesn’t say a word, almost concerned when his cock starts to bloat in his pants. it was the way you looked up at him, so vulnerable and needy. he could never resist.

you eye him — the vest, the holsters, straps around his thighs, the mask, you needed him. just like this. “can you fuck me, just like this?” you request, so shy and sweet, hands still grasping him like you were worried he’d take the uniform off. simon wants to say no, doesn’t want you to meet Ghost, not ever — but his gloved hand is stroking your cheek now, his thumb tracing over your lips and he realises it’s not his decision anymore, moreso Ghosts.

“bite.” he demands quietly, the air thick and immovable with tension and you realise he’s granting your wish. you obey, biting his glove and he slips his hand out, taking the glove from your mouth and tossing it away before he’s walking you backwards through the house, towering over you, boots grazing your feet every so often until you’re at a wall and he’s looming over you, all you could see.

his touches are rough and greedy, pawing at your tits and yanking your dress up impatiently to get to where he wants, his hand disappearing between your legs to abuse your throbbing clit. “this what you wanted, hm?” you swear his voice has gotten deeper and you nod, mewling up at him, his eyes dark behind the mask. “you’re asking to get fuckin’ ruined, you know that yeah?”

you respond with a “yes!” immediately, the word bursting out of you and he realises this must be something you’d been eager to try for a long time. if that’s what you wanted, he was gonna give it to you tenfold.

“on your knees.”

#simon ghost riley smut #ghost smut #ghost cod smut #simon riley smut #call of duty smut #simon riley x reader #kinktober 2023

[chaifootsteps]

“What do you think about the third group of people who do also hate vivzie as well but are defending the SA scenes and don't think its that bad?”

I think SA and portraying it in media is a complex conversation that (generally) doesn’t have a hard yes or hard no answer. There are situations where it’s obviously mishandled, but the entire issue of what is “right” SA portrayal is very gray.

It’s this way because SA survivors & their trauma & their methods of coping vary widely. Then you mix that with what their personal morals are and it gets more complex from there. Plus what is or isn’t sexually appealing also varies from person to person, while some might’ve felt Angel in BDSM gear was too shocking and therefore bad, others thought was an average Tuesday and no big deal.

I’ve seen many survivors anon is referring to, most of them have said something like “on the surface I think it’s fine but knowing Viv’s fetish for mlm abuse I’m concerned about the intent” or “I think it’s important not to shy away from showing these terrible acts for what they are.” While of course other survivors feel the content is unnecessary/unhelpful/triggering.

I think it’s an on-going conversation that needs a lot of empathy from anyone listening or arguing that there is no hard right or wrong answer here, and the most we can gather from it has the to do with how we see Viv & anyone involved react/respond to the situation. And so far, the response has not been good.

Well said. This is one of those situations that calls for a whole lot of empathy and tact, and Viv's extremely poor at delivering on either.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #vivziepop critical #actual blog post

[cannotgiveafuck]

I know there are Marineford fix it fics out there, and with Gear 5 ofc they exist.

But I just can't stop thinking about Nika activating early and yes, Ace gets saved, but the consequences. The absolute horror show that would be witnessed.

Luffy managing to push Ace aside, getting hit in the chest by Akainu's fist instead. And dying. He has to die, and he does because he can't survive that. But the situation, the context - he died to save his brother, to free him. He died in the largest act of recent liberation, and how could Nika not come forth for that? Things were just getting fun, Luffy had freed Ace and they were running and fighting and were so close to freedom.

So now it's Ace holding Luffy in his arms, seeing the hole in his chest and his life gone. And there's the long moments of shock and then denial and then rage.

But then there, in the open cavity of his baby brother's chest, gaped and visible for him to see, horrifically and wonderfully, is Luffy's heart, in tact and beating. And not just a slow, small beat. But erratic and loud. Wild beats, not like a war drum, but the drums of a celebration, thumping louder like there's a rhythm no one else hears but Luffy. Luffy who's dead, but whose heart still pounds. Powerful movements that make his body lurch up and down, up and down.

And Ace must think he's finally fucking snapped, because there's unthinkable colors shining in his brother's chest - an open, bleeding, viscera spewing chest - but the rest of him is draining to white, pure white, cloud white, bright white from his soft curls to his feet that are under him. And everyone witnesses this, stockstill and horrified as the dead, not dead now, maybe still dead, boy literally bounces to his feet. Or maybe it's the ground that bounces under him. No, it's both.

Luffy is bouncing back and forth and the ground ripples around him, sends him back onto his feet where he sways this way and that, a puppet with his strings broke, a body unused to being so light, a life pushed to the edge and over death and around again, coming back. But did he? Did he come back to life? Ace wants to think so, but when Luffy grins wide, too wide, with too many teeth, and his laughter grows, a laugh that's just like Luffy except not - Ace isn't sure. But he wants to be.

Except that hole in Luffy's chest is still there. But he's laughing, as though his own death was the funniest joke he's ever told.

And it is Luffy, but also Nika, because Luffy wasn't ready yet, he would be off. He would be wrong. And when Ace calls his name, the pink, no red, no pink, eyes that look at him don't see him at all. Don't recognize him, or maybe he's trying to, but Luffy-Nika just laughs, another funny thing, and Ace doesn't know if this is better or not. His brother not his brother anymore, alive but not, Luffy but not, a twisted mirror, a bright reflection.

And yeah, okay, the brief fight would be also terrifying, I think. Because there's a lot of people, and Nika-Luffy wouldn't recognize who's who, except those who attack him. Except it's a big ol game to him. He does the wackiest, physics defying shit that makes Admirals want him fuckin dead. Pulls the ground up like a wave, the buildings like blankets, bodies twist in his grasp like rope, the sky something to climb, something to bring down. Because loony toons shit like this, even in OP world is fuckin insane.

And now it's Ace's turn to get his brother outta there. To get him to freedom and escape and maybe get some help, because Luffy is alive but maybe not or maybe not for long. And its sickening to see Luffy connect his insides together again, with his bare hands, to blow into his thumb and see those missing organs and tissue and bones and spine pop up into place like they were just deflated, stretch his skin over to stick together for the time being. And when he sags against Ace's arms, white draining from him tired and sleepy and safe with whoever this man is, Ace is fuckin mess of emotions.

And then Law still comes, ofc. Someone has to properly stitch Luffy together, and be going wtf wtf wtf the entire time he's in surgery and all of Luffy's insides are there. And anyway, Luffy won't remember jackshit about any of it, but the absolute mess of it all is still there.

#one piece #gear 5 #listen. dont look too hard at this as a fix it #i mean. yes. but also. with Horror. #and the government after luffy so much more now #idk idk. i just want the spooky shit #and ace to live. leave me alone

[mayajadewrites]

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Moth to a Flame

CHAPTER TWO

chapter synopsis: You're put in a training group for the day, is it to show your skills or so Levi can watch you?

ao3

C H A P T E R T W O – B U T T O N

"Oi." Levi spoke, his arms across his chest. "Listen, you're going to be put into training groups of 4. You're going to spar each other and test your ODM gear skills."

The group nods in unison. "Yes, sir."

"The groups are as follows." Levi lists off names while you anxiously waiting for him to utter your name.

"Lastly, Kirstein, Ackerman, Yaeger, and..." Levi said your surname, almost in a softer tone than the others.

You and Mikasa are arguably the strongest in the regiment, after Captain Levi of course. You're both super fast and work well together when it comes to fighting titans.

Jean and Eren, well they need some help.

"I think he made this group on purpose." Mikasa whispered in your ear. You freeze for a moment. Did she know about you and Levi?

"Why do you think that?"

"We're obviously the strongest and most skilled. Eren and Jean are almost there, but not on our level. So we can show them how its done."

One thing about Mikasa is that she always has her eye on the goal. In the scout regiment, it's to save humanity.

You strap on the ODM gear, tightening the straps around your thighs.

"I wish I could live in between these thighs." Levi kissed the inside of your thigh, trailing his mouth to the fabric of your panties.

Shaking the thought out of your head, you look for your group. Eren and Jean were arguing (per usual) while Mikasa rolled her eyes behind them.

Captain Levi was observing next to Commander Hange. She was always so enthusiastic about watching us train, especially when she just finished an experiment with titans.

"Hey," Jean said your name, waving you to go over to him. "Wanna spar?"

"Sure." You smile, making sure your ODM gear is in tact. While you and Jean maneuver around each other, you feel a pair of eyes on you.

Jean trips over a rock on the ground, pushing his body against yours to the ground.

"You would trip over a tiny ass rock." You laugh as Jean is still on top of you, a chuckle leaving his mouth.

"I fight fucking titans, but a ROCK is what fumbles me."

"What's going on over here?" Levi's voice boomed. You heard his footsteps near your feet. "Kirstein. On your feet."

"Sorry Captain, I tripped. I didn't see that rock." Jean pointed to the rock, brushing his shirt off before helping you up. You take his hand, a bit tighter than normal. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, really." You nod, looking down at your body. The button to your shirt popped open at your chest, revealing your clavicle.

"You need to see a nurse." Levi analyzed your body.

"I don't even think I have a scratch, Captain. Really it's fine."

"That wasn't a question." Levi turned around before you could speak. No part of your body hurt, and it's not like Jean did it intentionally.

You turn to head to the main building with the nurses office, rolling your eyes because this is certainly a waste of time.

As you reach the office, you hear familiar footsteps.

"Captain, don't waste your time on this." You look at Levi. "I'm really fine. It's not like Jean did it on purpose, and I barely fell."

"You could have internal injuries. Maybe a concussion."

"You're being ridiculous." You almost lose your composure as you walk into the nurses office. "I'm fine."

"Well I need to make sure that's true."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

"You look good, cadet." The nurse, Rachel, patted your knee. "You have a little bruise on your chest, but it's nothing to worry about."

"See?" You look at Levi. "Can I go back to training now?"

"No." Levi turned on his heels, exiting the office.

You were stunned. Confirmation from the nurse that you're okay means nothing?

You follow Levi out the door, trying to catch up to him. "Captain, a word please."

Levi turns around, his steel eyes fixed on yours.

"Why can't I go back to training? We have a mission at the end of the week that Commander Erwin has developed a whole plan for. You need me to fight."

"You need to rest today, I can't have you at anything less than your best. Especially because of the mission." Levi took a step toward you. "That's an order."

Your eyes wander around Levi's face, his undercut fresh, his eyes that beautiful shade of stone that you love.

Loved.

You take another step towards Levi, hoping he would move away from you so you can forget these feelings once again.

But he doesn't. He just looks at you, your body, almost fixating on your chest. Your button was still popped, some sweat dripping down your breasts from the end of summer/autumn air.

Levi's tongue grazed his bottom lip. "Button your shirt. Before you get dress-coded."

With that, Levi is gone.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

During dinner, Jean kept stealing glances of you. When he fell on you, there was some sort of spark. You've never looked at Jean in that way, but now it's more of a possibility.

Especially since you're no longer sleeping with Levi.

"How are you feeling?" Jean asked you, sliding his leg close to yours. He was sitting next to you, Connie and Sasha were next to him, and Eren, Mikasa, and Armin were on the other side of the table.

"I'm fine, really. Don't worry about me." You take a sip of your water.

"Nice one, Jean. You could've been in deep shit if you actually hurt her." Eren rolled his eyes.

"You're acting like I did that on purpose!"

"Maybe you did." Eren smirked. "Not to hurt her, though."

"Shut up Eren." Jean's eyes were wide. Jean is no good at hiding what he's feeling – you can tell all over his face. It's obvious Jean has a tiny crush on you, you've just never given him that time of day.

"Jean, do you wanna go for a walk?" You suggest, standing up from the table. Jean nodded and followed you out, Eren making kissing noises from the table.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

"Are you sure I didn't hurt you?" Jean questioned.

"Please stop asking. If I was hurt you would know." You look up at the night sky, watching the moon. "You know, when I was younger I always thought the moon was following me."

"Me too." Jean laughed. "I would always close my eyes for a minute, hoping the moon would be hiding."

Jean told you about his childhood, about his family and what he likes to do for fun. Well, liked. Before the scouts.

He's very easy to talk to, unlike some people.

"What do you two think you're doing?"

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman smut #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfic #aot x reader #jean kirstein

[balanceoflightanddark]

Avatar and the Unwillingness to Grow Up

First and foremost, Avatar the Last Airbender is a show that is geared towards children.

Yes, I know that is a staggering reality check amidst all the talk of genocide, warfare, abuse, heavy topics, and whatnot. But it was ultimately written and directed to appeal to kids and teens. It features kid heroes having adventures to stop the bad guy and save the world. That's practically a mark of the genre.

And the term "kids' show" is usually used to deflect criticism because of it and the follow-ups (the comics and Legend of Korra).

Here's the thing though: Avatar the Last Airbender appealed to a larger audience because it was still good despite being meant for children. The characters were well written. The action was well executed. And the plot, despite its shortcomings, was still ahead of their time.

It wasn't that ATLA is a kids' show that is causing problems for the franchise as a whole moving forward.

More it's the fact that the franchise seems unwilling to grow up and mature.

Let me try to explain: ATLA's audience aren't kids anymore. They are adults who grew up, graduated, got jobs, and so on. And they're not gonna be younger any time soon. That doesn't mean they still can't enjoy the original series, but subsequent installments need to reflect this. Otherwise, they're gonna be left in the dust. This is something all children's media faces: either they focus on the target demographic or they branch out and touch more "mature" topics.

Either one is fine, but when a series focuses on pretty heavy topics like Avatar, you do need to step up your game if you want to stay relevant. That's what they attempted to do with the comics and LOK.

They didn't do them well.

This had its roots back in the original series with the demonizing and whitewashing of various characters (like Iroh and Azula for example). Again, this was fine since the main heroes were kids so their view of the world is gonna be immature, and the Fire Nation (despite being humanized) were ultimately the bad guys that needed to be stopped. Even Zuko's ascension to the throne, while it wouldn't automatically solve everything like the narrative insists it would, isn't as bad since they left a lot of wiggle room with how his reign may go. So the effect wasn't as bad.

It's just without a clear bad guy anymore, without some monster that needs to be slain...we start to have problems. Now suddenly the Gaang are thrust into trying to mediate world peace, but they fail to do so. Badly. They view people as being either good or evil, no in-between, even when the situation and circumstance says otherwise. The Fire Nation is good now, everyone who says otherwise is evil. Zuko is in charge, so screw everyone who has a problem with his rule (even though the reign we see is pretty disastrous). For said arbitrators of peace, they don't do a whole lot of compromise and seem to carry on with exactly what they were doing during the War. Even when the situation is delicate and requires a bit more tact without throwing elements at bad guys.

Same thing with Legend of Korra. Despite being about heavy topics on paper with no clear good or bad guys, the narrative always takes one side, demonizes the other, and never goes into detail about how the situation is to be resolved aside from "bad guys defeated". Which, again, is a pretty childish way of looking at the world.

It's this unwillingness to mature, this belief that they still need to adhere to the same tools they used in ATLA is what is causing problems for the franchise as a whole. This is frustrating since they have the characters and themes in place already which could propel the franchise to new heights and sophisticated storytelling. And the characters suffer for it. The unwillingness to change their child-like view of the world despite supposedly knowing better makes it seem like the writers are coddling them and appealing to nostalgia instead of developing them and making them stronger.

And the more stories they tell with this mindset is gonna get worse over time stuff until we get stuff like-

...yeah. I went there. The authors' unwillingness for Peter Parker to change and actually learn about taking responsibility and making hard choices is what led to awful storylines like this.

And I'm afraid that if Bryke wants ATLA to go mainstream, yet still insists on having a childish narrative that is neither appropriate or respectful of the characters they seem intent on coddling, then we're gonna get crap like this if we haven't already.

I'm not against having a good guy vs bad guy narrative. What I am against is stories, themes, and characters getting dumbed down to fit that mold. If characters like Azula keep getting shoved into the role of bad guy even if it's not appropriate, and the heroes continue to insist that everyone who is against them are irredeemably evil, then the series isn't going to change.

And with the audience getting older yet the heroes never growing up, who's gonna bother with the further adventures of the Gaang since they can't relate to them anymore?

#atla critical #atla comics critical #anti atla comics #atla meta #gaang critical #character stagnation #black and white morality #and problems with it #avatar studios

[subroutine-fic]

[sneak peek of the third chapter before the end of the story. It’s a work-in-progress so it might not even make the final cut of the chapter.]

“It won’t be long now. Soon we’ll reach the portal, and your family will return to the analog world.” Quorra was all smiles.

“Provided we don’t get shot out of the sky, that’s definitely a possibility,” Jet’s tone was tactful, but his eyes expressed something else entirely. Not a desire to stay. No, Jet certainly made it clear he didn’t want to stay in the system even after liberation. Disillusionment, muted and hollowed, was the closest definition she could think of.

“You’re disappointed in Flynn,” she threw a line out into the dark, recounting the mood shift in Jet when they reunited with the Flynns.

A beat, then Jet looked away from the console, his expression questioning. “What?”

“You’re not happy to see Flynn,” Quorra rephrased. “You wish, maybe, we hadn’t found him?”

“What? No. God, no. That’s not it,” He said once his brain caught up with him.

“Then what’s bothering you? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Un-complicate it, please,” Quorra’s tone was hardly demanding, but Jet also caught the underlying caginess in her voice. She really was Mercury’s sister program.

 “Look, it’s not about Flynn, not really,” Jet sighed. “It’s a good thing we found him. I’m glad my friend has his father back. Flynn coming back–it’s a good thing for everyone.”

 “But…?” Quorra waited for him to continue.

 “I’m just not looking forward to the storm. It’s gonna kick up. When he went missing, it’s like everything just froze up, crashed, without him there,” Jet said. “The world revolved around Flynn, and everyone got sucked into this black hole I’m not sure we ever got out of.”

 Quorra’s brow furrowed. “You were jealous of the attention Flynn being gone received compared to yourself?”

 “No!”

 “You couldn’t have been any older than a small sprite then, at least, by User reckoning,” Quorra started counting backward with her fingers.

 “For your information, I was seven when he went missing, so yeah, I was pretty young,” Jet remarked.

 “So, if you’re not jealous, then what are you?”

 “Afraid, I guess,” He said. “It took a long time to get used to him not being there, y’know? I got comfortable with the misery that came with the disappearance. But I think I was the only one.”

 “How could you be used to misery? Didn’t you want him to come back?”

 “Yes. Yes, more than anything, I want Uncle Flynn to come back with us.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

 “It’s the time. Twenty-one years, you can get used to anything, even misery. You just…” He exhaled, “lose track. I don’t want to keep track again.”

 “So don’t.”

 “It’s not that simple. Losing track, it–” He shrugged. “It helped me cope. Still helps me.”

 “That’s a terrible way to live.” Quorra looked disheartened.

 Jet smiled contemptuously. “But it is a way.”

 “Flynn wasn’t your father.”

“He wasn’t. But, like I said, this really isn’t about Flynn. It’s more like his affect,” He said. When Quorra continued to stare in confusion, he tried another approach. “Look, how did you feel when your ‘mother’ turned on you and the other ISOs? What was the first impression?”

Quorra looked thoughtful when she said, “Heartbreak?”

“Okay,” He said. “Our wildly different situations aside, imagine you’re seven years old, your father tells you your godfather has gone missing, and in seven months your entire life changes. Your ship isn’t there anymore because it’s out to sea looking for a man overboard. Pretty soon that ship doesn’t come back either. Little by little, there’s a growing feeling of inadequacy as your world gets smaller and smaller until nothing is certain anymore.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’ve lived a splintered life, Quorra. I was born when my parents’ careers were at a high note, and neither of them was expecting me. I was the wrench in the gears, but they took it in stride, y’know. They raised me as best they could, but I’ve always felt displaced. I lived between two homes, and I don’t know how to explain this to you, but they were different sides of the world I live in. It was a constant upheaval. Neither of them wanted to let go of their careers, but I had them both with me.”

“So, you can imagine, when Flynn disappears, my parents are super determined to find him. They move heaven and earth to find him. They do their best to make sure Sam is alright–his grandparents make sure he gets therapy. Me? I rarely see my dad. I can’t go to my mother. My friend can’t deal with me. I have no extended family. My uncle is probably dead. I’m home alone, I sleep alone. I don’t know how to handle what I’m feeling, so nothing comes out right.”

“But, your parents, they didn’t mean for that to happen, I’m sure.”

“Sure, they probably didn’t,” He shrugged. “But the damage was done. I felt invisible, like a ghost. If I disappeared into some alternate timeline, would anyone really miss me? No, because Sam is there to take my place.” Jet sighed. “Look, my parents always tell me they tried their best, and I’m old enough to know they did. I know they love me. But, truth be told, I think I was too close to them. So they couldn’t see the issues beyond the surface problems, which was me being angry. I’ve never been able to shake that feeling of inadequacy. Even when my father stepped down from his job and stopped actively looking for my uncle, I could never feel comfortable. I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was waiting for the moment where I just fell out of sight, out of mind.”

“Jet…”

“What I’m saying here is that my parents were my world, but I wasn’t really theirs. That was Flynn. That was Sam. I’m the ghost in the machine.”

“But that can change, can’t it? It won’t be the same as last time.”

“No, it won’t, I’m not a kid anymore. By necessity, things are different,” Jet said, wiping his face. “Like I said, I’m glad Sam’s got his father back. Everyone gets what they want because Kevin Flynn comes back.”

“And you?”

“I have to change. This helplessness has informed every single facet of my life since Flynn disappeared,” he said. “And the only way that’ll happen is if I put some distance between myself and the people I love.”

The only way to describe the look on Quorra’s face was pity, but Jet didn’t care. “I love ‘em to death, I wanna be with them, I do. But, I can’t do that. Not until I can deal with not being important. That can’t happen if I’m with them.”

#subroutineedit #fanfiction #subroutine excerpts #tron legacy #tron 2.0 #author's note #quorra #jet bradley

[compassionately]

No offense but the writing and art of cookie run is obviously geared toward kids. I dont get why thats controversial. Yes the fact its a gacha game geared toward kids is fucked up but thats the point. Mobile games especially gachas know how to pull money from their userbase. Theyre fucking cookies in which the most complex writing Ive seen for it is "This cookie is mean/evil" but in more words. Its meant for children.

PRETTY much exactly what I was saying =_=" !! like i just dont understand how people can come to the conclusion that it isnt meant for kids and think that that's not flawed thinking... the original cookie run was much more "simple" and more obviously for kids but i think once kingdom came out and the plot eventually became "thicker" people just decided that it wasn't for kids anymore -- i wouldnt even generally say that its too mature for kids either because it doesnt outright say things like death and abuse and whatnot, they are very simplified and watered down a bit, likely so that they can keep their "for everyone" rating & wide audience appeal

and you make a good point that i didnt even think about but mobile games ESPECIALLY dominate the gaming world. iirc i remember hearing somewhere that one of the top grossing games of like ALL time was a mobile game. you can look up "top grossing games" and a bunch of, probably even MOST of the results are mobile games...

(there are more rows too.) cookie run being a mobile gacha isnt a nod that its not for kids, its an incredibly well played out and successful tactful that a lot of companies have gotten rich off of...

pluuuus i was literally in school like pre covid times and had younger kids that would like to hang out around me and 2 of them eventually picked up playing cookie run because they knew i played it too and they liked the characters, it is literally THAT easy for a kid who is like 10 to pick up cookie run, all i had to do was show it to them

i dont know, people are just so goofy sometimes lol

#inquiry

[angcrmanagcmcnt]

@flameleads​ said: 💭 + "So, this topic's for both of yooz. Would you... look, I'm gonna be blunt about it. You've both lived here long enough. Do you want to make it a permanent thing and become part of the family too? It'd take some work, but I've already started researching..."

Topics and Thoughts. | Accepting!

Do you want to make it a permanent thing and become part of the family too?

The words leave the girls speechless, gears turning in their shared mind as their body abruptly turns to look at him.

Make it...a permanent thing?

A permanent, permanent thing?

I’ve already started researching it, he said. How long has he been looking into this? How long has he been thinking about this?

And did he feel obligated to do it? Did he feel like he had to because...well. Everything? Technically, they both still have parents but it’s complicated; Lyssa’s father had been hunting down Anger for years and wasn’t aware(to their knowledge, at least) that his child was even still alive and even then, he would probably refuse to believe it, should he be informed.

Father...

That was a can of worms to be acknowledged at a later date.

And it wasn’t like either of them had a mother to speak of, so that was off the table as well.

Something he’d said does persist with the two, however. You’ve lived here long enough. Both are—happy isn’t quite the right word to describe it, but it’s a good emotion, so maybe—but they don’t want him to feel like he has to. He isn’t obligated to take a pair of children in, after all.

Not to mention all the...problems, that come with their particular package deal. Baggage for miles, it feels like sometimes, between Anger’s...“family” and what remained of Lyssa’s. Both were problematic on their own terms and it’s only a matter of time before each may resurface to cause issues.

(Anger in particular is a tad nervous. It’s been a while since her siblings have shit-disturbed, which is something they all tend to be rather fond of.)

Really, even Arlott isn’t quite as bad in comparison.

The thought makes Anger speak without thinking all too much about it.

“ Are you sure? ”

That earns her the mental equivalent of an elbow to the ribs a side-eye and a really, no tact whatsoever from Lyssa before the other takes over.

“ What she means is yes, of course, but—well—we...we don’t exactly come without some...issues. Like Anger’s whole thing and my...y’know. ”

#you would be angry too.{ic | anger} #picking up the broken shards.{ic | lyssa} #and it’s lovely to live in.{house a habit v | alchemicelric | flameleads} #little voices.{asks.} #flameleads

[yolydreams]

Last night, I was working in charge of the printer, for some reason I had my own office with a bed in it. Something strange was happening where people would be in conflict and suddenly the reality would change, like if I were in a mode of transfer I'd suddenly be walking on the sidewalk. Maybe to escape. People would change to something I liked too, like if I were resting at work and I was bothered I could hear their reality and themselves morphing on their side of the phone and they'd signal they'd call back.

When things were more conducive and I was worlds-making a few years back, I'd be in a familiar area littered with trash, I could make holes in fences, morph the road, adjust the scenery, yet a lot of it was in my mind's eye in terms of trying to teleport or morph-out the scene; I turned away from the litter, directing those I'm still telepathic with, every piece of litter had disappeared. When I turned back it had slowly returned when I'd keep trying. Yes, this is in real life, wide awake. There was too much going on, and we couldn't hold the reality. A lot of my gear, pallete, should still be in tact, we int. tried to customize for me. My life is more mundane, but every now and then something is noticed like where paint was once horizontally, is now vertically across the street. So I still got it and we have a lot to go over, I keep getting sidetracked. Fences/doors moving on their own too lately.

There was so much going on at once, eventually there were several adjacent worlds and I haven't really adjusted those commands in nearly two years where worlds could meld or act on their own, the more dangerous once I kept distinct locked and separate. One day before my very eyes maybe 10 feet an arch of greenery would form above me and thicken. Buildings across from me changed moment to moment. I thought it was because I was living on a lava tube, but now I realize how absolutely ridiculous an assertion that was, only my eyes could explain it. There was something new a lot of the time.

I eventually realized melding the lost and morphed them into my timeline because it became vital to me to have certain skilled company while still with those slightly altered, so they wouldn't repeatedly appear young or know they were changed. I eventually realised doppelgangers, and which worlds to find them in to keep them in my reality, they were visibly cleaner, nicer, healthier. I would wonder how much my subconscious had to do with it because they wouldn't stick, maybe I was in too much perceived danger. A lot of my pallete was very organic, changing lighting, density, temperature, color, etc. I needed a lot more structure and control, things became chaotic. My commands also involved ongoing time, time looper experiences, and past/future creating from a marker point. It was complex and the goals were small and grand. I didn't try to change life for others but tried to prep/coordinate my own spaces, tried to understand it to make sense of it. Very powerful stuff.

The other night I had a dream where it was night and I was hiding from someone and they'd always find me and were always trailing by a few feet. Since I didn't always see them I wonder how close the senses of de ja vu and assuredness are I keep having, maybe a primal coping mechanism.

#dreams

[the-insomniac-emporium]

RE8 Ladies + S/o with chronic pain HCs

Type/cause of chronic pain is kept ambiguous, but some of the hcs might seem geared towards migraines, since that's the main thing that I personally struggle with (and these are very definitely comfort hcs). Features Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Donna, Mother Miranda, and as a 'lil bonus Ava. Not particularly long, but the combined length of every character is enough to be put under a read-more (About 2,500 words in total).

Alcina:

It’s difficult for her to know that you are suffering, but be unable to deal directly with the source of the problem. Chasing off unwanted nuisances or hunting down threats to the castle was one thing, trying to solve complicated medical issues was another thing entirely. If only she could tear your condition asunder without tearing you asunder.

That being said, she’ll still support you endlessly, however she can. It doesn’t matter how expensive or hard-to-access possible treatments are. If there’s something you haven’t tried, and are interested in trying, she’ll find a way for you to get it.

The biggest, and arguably most helpful, thing that she does is set up a space for you within her office. She spends quite a lot of time there for her family’s business, but doesn’t want to leave you alone on bad days. So this was her idea of a nice compromise.

There’s a very comfortable sofa that folds out, a cabinet filled with the softest blankets, and several pillows of a few different sizes. Servants are instructed not to interrupt Alcina’s work without good reason, but she has a couple who ensure your snack cabinet is always well stocked.

If there are certain environmental factors to your condition, such as sensitivity to light and sound, she does her best to reduce their effects. Lights remain dimmed (or she’ll rely on candlelight), her music will be kept quiet enough to be soothing, and she’ll refrain from taking any calls while you are with her.

Bela:

To think that Daniela once tried to claim that Bela would “never need to know any of that (medical) stuff”! Sure, there haven’t been many people who have needed (and received) treatment from her, but that didn’t mean the skill was useless. Admittedly, she doesn’t know enough to replace one of your doctors, or try to create her own version of a cure, though no one really expected that much from her.

Still, she knows enough to help soothe your pain. Obviously there are different techniques for different kinds of pain, and she does research before trying anything specific. Bela’s also aware that you’ve been dealing with this for far longer than she has, meaning that you probably wouldn’t be pleased if she came in, acted like an expert, or assumed that you hadn’t really thought about the most popular remedies. So she’s tactful with how she approaches things, always checking if you’re familiar with a subject before she tries to explain anything.

Bela ends up surprising you with a lesser-known skill of hers: Massage. Studying anatomy has given her a decent idea of the body’s more sensitive spots, and the rest she’s figured out through her own, ahem, experiences. Regardless of where you’re in pain, your girlfriend can help reduce your suffering. Okay, well, if your pain is more internal than external, it’s a bit harder for her, but she can still help you relax.

One of her favorite things to do after giving you a massage is to just pull you in close for some cuddling. Preferably you’ll be in her lap, with her arms around your waist, her chin tucked on top of your shoulder. Then she’ll do her best to whisper you praises, reminding you how strong you are, and that she’s incredibly proud of you.

Cassandra:

She’s, uh, not great at this. At least not at first. Maybe she’ll never be more than good at it, though. But she’s definitely trying! And learning! By Jove, that’s something, right?

First things first, she’s always ready to try to distract you, primarily through kisses and gentle touches. Fingers softly trailing over your skin, lips tickling your neck, featherlight in all the right places… It’s not inherently sexual (though it can quickly go that route if you ask), just intimate. It’s harder for your brain to process pain when you’re also processing pleasure, so there is some science behind Cassandra’s methods, even if she herself isn’t entirely aware of that.

While she’s not great with words, there are certain things that she manages to articulate well enough. For one, she makes sure you know that you aren’t a burden. Taking care of you- no, helping you take care of yourself- is a labor of love, if a labor at all. More than that, she knows full well that you probably don’t like feeling pitied, or coddled. That, over time, being sick ends up being beyond frustrating. She never wants you to feel like your condition defines you, or like it puts any strain on your relationship.

That said, she’ll avoid telling her family any specifics unless you do first, and ensures that the staff know how to accommodate you (without telling them why, because it’s none of their fucking business, and she’s their boss, and for fuck’s sake it’s their job to do what she tells them. Maybe she gets a lil bit overzealous with it). At no point will she ever complain about helping you, or otherwise indicate that your needs are “troublesome”.

At the end of the day, the best comfort she brings you is her presence, simply being near you, endlessly loyal, tireless in her affections. Especially considering she gets clingier the worse your symptoms get.

Daniela:

Hope you enjoy cuddling. Seriously. There’s nothing Daniela loves more than curling up with you, and that goes double for bad pain days. Some adjustments will be made position-wise if you need, but she’ll still hold you as close as possible, for as long as you need. Although she might eventually fall asleep (because damn are you comfy), she’ll play with your hair or run her fingers along your scalp until she eventually dozes off.

If you want a little more from her than light snoring, or if she feels like going above and beyond, or honestly just if she’s thinking about how much she loves you (so all the effing time), she’ll do something she’s always loved in movies/books: Reading to you! She’ll pick special books that neither of you have read before, so you can experience them together on your sick(er) days. Which does, of course, mean that it might take months to finish even a single one. Surprisingly, Daniela won’t even briefly consider reading any without you. Even if the plot is really good.

But, uh, if you wanted her to read to you on a day where you aren’t bedridden? Hell yes, my friend, she’s absolutely down for that!

On days where she’s too busy to spend hours upon hours in bed with you, or days where her ADHD is just particularly bad, she tries her best to leave you with a “substitute”. AKA a massive fucking teddy bear, in a reddish brown color, with a green bowtie. Custom ordered (The Duke did not dare tease her for it). There’s a heart stitched onto the stuffed animal’s chest, which features your first initial alongside a D for Daniela.

Additionally, she has a blanket she only brings out for you, which she periodically sprays with her favorite perfume. That way you can hold it close when she’s not around, as if you were cuddling her. For her sake, though, don’t hold the teddy bear or blanket too tightly when she is around. Homegirl here will get jealous of inanimate objects, even ones that she gave you.

Donna:

“I think I have a tea for this…” Damn right she has a tea for this. Donna has a massive garden, with dozens if not hundreds of different plants, including a variety of herbs/spices. At least one of them has to be a little helpful for you. Whether it relieves pain, helps you nap off some of your misery, or just distracts you by tasting bloody-well delicious! Besides, few things make you feel quite as loved as holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in your hands, knowing your lover made it just for you. Like a hug in a mug, it is!

Similarly to Alcina, Donna will also try to create a comfortable space for you, but isn’t likely to put it downstairs with her workshop. Instead she’ll let you take over one of the larger guest rooms, customizing it to suit your specific needs. There will be some easy to care for plants for decoration (ones that won’t mind potentially missing out on natural sunlight), a couple relaxing paintings, and a shelf near the bed with things to help you pass the time, mainly books.

Furthermore, she’ll do her best to keep you company as often as possible. She’s naturally a fairly quiet person, so you won’t have to worry about sound if that’s something you’re sensitive to. While she prefers using a sewing machine, she’ll do things by hand while you’re in pain, just to reduce the chances of you getting irritated by the sound.

Speaking of potentially irritating sounds… by god can Angie be difficult to be around when you’re ill. Thankfully, Donna is perfectly understanding of this, and, as the only person Angie ever listens to, makes sure to give the doll a stern talking to about your health. To your immense surprise, it actually works. You’re not exactly sure what was said, but Angie certainly becomes a lot more compensating afterwards. She’ll keep her antics to herself, and usually even on another side of the house from where you rest, but only for as long as you’re tucked away in your room. As soon as you set foot outside, her restraints are metaphorically removed. All hell breaks loose (as is her universe-given right as the physical embodiment of both Chaos and Entropy).

Mother Miranda:

If the two of you weren’t lovers, there’s a decent chance you would completely misinterpret her actions. She might come off as irritated, like she has bigger concerns than your health, you fragile little human. After all, she is a goddess (well, practically). But the truth is that she’s aching inside every time you have a bad pain day, knowing that (for once) she cannot cure your ailment. Maybe if she had infinite subjects with the same condition as you…

But, at the end of the day, that’s the problem. There’s only one of you. One of her beloved, her little human darling, so dangerously fragile in comparison to the scale she works on. Even with all the time in the world, which she most certainly has, she cannot cure you without taking incredible risks. With your life at stake… It is a gamble she refuses to take. You are hers, and while she hates to see you suffer, the truth is that she’ll always be selfish enough to let you endure on your own.

That doesn’t mean she doesn’t help, though, just that she doesn't do a full-out experiment on you. Instead, she keeps notes. She’ll track your activities, bedtimes/when you get up, dietary habits, when you have pain, what you do to treat said pain, how effective the treatments are, etc, etc. All of this can be very useful in establishing patterns (a skill she’s gotten very good at, in her many decades of being a scientist), which can in turn lead to less pain days.

(For example, many people with migraines find that certain foods seem to trigger a migraine, or at least increase the chances of getting one. Though admittedly they don’t always end up cutting the food out of their diet. I mean, come on, you want me to give up chocolate? You want me to drink normal milk, like an adult? Kidding, kidding, I don’t have any food triggers. Nor do I particularly enjoy chocolate milk, nor do I dislike it.)

Moving on! While her work seemingly takes precedence over your condition, Miranda is not heartless, and she does do some things to lend you more direct comfort. Specifically, she tries to work in the same room as you when she can, normally while making electronic copies of physical documents, or while looking over the details of a finished experiment. She’s not always one for cuddling, so she won’t often get in bed with you during the daytime. But at night? Yes, fine, she will wrap her arms around you, maybe one of her wings too if you like how soft they are.

Just don’t think that she secretly loves every second. It’s not like she’ll spend half an hour whispering about how sweet and adorable you are as soon as you fall asleep, or anything like that. It’s twenty minutes at the most.

Bonus!Avaskian Caldwell:

“Oh, fuckin’ mood!” Followed by a solid thirty seconds of pure regret. Seriously, though, Ava has spent xer entire life (starting at age 10) dealing with chronic migraines. For a while xe also dealt with POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), which meant lots of chest pain, but that (thankfully) faded as xe grew into an adult, as is fairly common with the condition. If anyone in Castle Dimitrescu understands unrelenting, unexplainable pain, it’s xer.

That being said… Ava never really managed xer chronic pain, at least not when xe was at xer worst. Xe had to drop out of school because of it. Hell, xe didn’t have a “real” job until xe was almost 23! Didn’t have a chance until things just calmed down for xer. So xe gets anxious whenever you talk about your health, worried that things are (or will at some point be) as bad for you as they were for xer. Other than that, though, you might initially think that xe doesn’t care, or didn’t understand the conversation.

Truth is, xe knows how absolutely fucking ANNOYING it can be to have to explain your health to every new person you meet (like the dozen different doctors you’ve met over the years, possibly every nurse who takes your pulse and thinks it’s a little bit high). So xe did a shit ton of research on your condition, in order to reduce how much you need to explain. Sure, xe will still have questions, and there are always aspects that only you can tell xer, but it’s a nice gesture.

As for helping you destress, xe’s pretty much a mix of Bela and Miranda. You’ll get plenty of massages (because Ava has learned from personal experience what sort of touches help with which sorts of pain), but also some scientific insight on any noticeable patterns. Lots of holding you close and telling you that you’re the coolest person in the world, and that Ava feels beyond lucky to have you.

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #mother miranda x reader #oc x reader #avaskian caldwell #j has ocs #re8 village #resident evil: village #hcs

[magicalqueennightmare]

The Soldier and His Witch (Pt.7/8)

Waller schedules a meeting to showcase you to some higher-ups. This leads to emotions running high

Warnings: Cursing, talks of death (good amount of fluff)

Word Count: 4,532

You were bruised, beaten and exhausted. The mission had taken an unforeseen turn for the worse resulting in one helluva firefight and you having to shield your team from a hailstorm while you amplified it against the enemy. Once you had them cornered you were able to force them out in the open away from their cover but using your powers to that extent always drained you a bit. Add in the hand to hand fighting you'd done and the hike to the extraction site you were in desperate need of crashing.

You were sitting between Rick and Boomerang desperately trying to ignore the urge to curl into Rick's side. Instead you leaned over on Boomerang's shoulder. "Ya wore yourself out didn't ya?" He asked and you nodded "A bit. Be glad when we land you don't gotta report to Waller like we do to give an overview of the mission" "That's gotta be a pain in the ass" he scoffed. You nodded, closing your eyes "So do me a favor and don't move" 

You reached your hand closest to Rick's out and felt his fingertips brush against yours right before he gave your hand a gentle squeeze which pulled a small smile to your face. The two of you were trying to remain as subtle as possible but it was harder sometimes so you settled for small touches to reassure each other that another mission had gone successful enough you were both still alive. 

You followed behind Rick into Waller's office rotating your neck in a tight circle. You were in need of a couple ibuprofen, a hot shower then curling up next to Rick for a few hours of sleep. Instead for the next hour you and him both would be answering questions as to why the mission had gone sideways and listen to Waller spin it as to how it had to be the task force's fault because God knows she did no wrong at all in her warped mind.

She glanced up from her computer long enough to say "Shut the door" You cut your eyes at Rick but did as she said coming to stand next to him. "Sit down both of you. I need to hear how this mission was completely and totally botched and I also need to speak with Y/N about something" 

"About what?" Rick asked before you could even open your mouth. Waller looked up again but this time a smirk spread across her face that made a heavy weight form in the pit of your stomach. She looked like the damn cat that ate the canary. "Sit down Colonel Flag and you'll find out after we do a mission debrief"

After both of you having to adjust your holsters to sit considering you were still in tact gear you reached your hand across and lightly squeezed Rick's knee that was closest to you grateful the desk blocked the action from Waller's view. You didn't know what she had planned for you but it seemed as if she'd been fishing for Rick's reaction and liked the one she got. 

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Once both of you were seated and Rick had managed to at least appear less agitated she motioned with her hand "Which one you want to start?" You were silent for a moment considering she hardly ever wanted you to speak in debrief unless she asked you a question directly.

Rick sensed your hesitation and cleared his throat "What happened was the Intel was shit. We damn near got our asses handed to us. We lost Vipin in the fight, Boomer had to get stitches and those of us that made it out just barely did. Hell if Y/N hadn't brought down a hailstorm around us we might not have"

"Well good thing she was then" Waller replied then turned her eyes on you "Was the data recovered?" "Yes ma'am. Delivered to that ambassador by Colonel Flag and myself as soon as we landed and took the remaining task force members back to Belle Reve" you still weren't sure what she needed to talk to you about but you weren't about to give her any grounds to say you weren't following protocol.

She nodded "Good to hear. Now on to what I needed to speak with you about" you felt Rick tense at your side but didn't dare move closer to him with Waller's eyes glued to the two of you.

"Ok" you replied, staring her down. She held your gaze for a moment then motioned back to her computer screen "The Department of Defense wants proof that Task Force X is successful" "and that has what to do with me exactly?" You asked and again that Cheshire cat grin found its way onto her face. You preferred her murderous resting face to that smile any day.

"Y/N you're a success story of the task force. You went from a criminal locked up for the rest of your natural life to a free individual working for this government by choice" you wouldn't exactly call straight up coercion a choice but you let that slide. Not like metahumans with a record had multiple jobs opportunities laid out in front of them. "Well thanks for the glowing endorsement but what exactly are you telling me I have to do?" 

"A meeting with some higher ups in D.C." She replied with a shrug as casual as if she was asking how you liked your coffee. You barely tolerated meeting with her. You didn't want to deal with a bunch of blowhards that given the chance would more than likely try to weaponize you. 

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The only thing making you not tell her there was no way you'd go to that meeting was the knowledge that she could make your life a living hell along with the lives of pretty much everyone you gave a damn about. You took a deep breath purposely not looking in Rick's direction before saying "When's the meeting? And what's expected of me so I have some sort of idea as to what I'm walking into"

She nodded approvingly "Two days. I'll accompany you and I'm sure Colonel Flag will want to as well. As to what you're expected to do, showcase a bit of what you can do. I'll handle anything further" "Yes ma'am" you replied with a nod. She tilted her head towards Rick "You'll accompany us, right Flag?" He cut his eyes at you before saying "Yes ma'am" 

"You're both free to go" was the last thing she said before turning her attention back to whatever was on the screen in front of her. You stood and quickly made your way into the hallway hearing Rick's footsteps behind you. 

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"She already scheduled the meeting. She knew you had no choice but to agree" you rested your head against the passenger seat turning just enough you could watch the muscle in Rick's jaw clench as he ranted about Waller. "Yeah well the ability to make my life and the lives of everyone I give a damn about even harder gives someone that power. The only one partially free from her is Floyd and I'm sure she would make up charges if need be to try to lock him back up just to fuck with me"

"I just don't like the idea of her carting you around D.C. like a goddamn show dog. Those men she'll be having you meet will see you as nothing but a weapon. That's what they do, they bastardize everything" he trailed off and you had a feeling he wanted to say more but had stopped himself. A part of you wanted to pry but the majority of you just wanted a hot shower and a warm bed. 

"Rick, I'll be fine. They're not the first people to ever see me as just a weapon. Especially nowadays that I'm as in control as I am. I don't trust Waller but I trust the fact that she's a greedy bitch. She doesn't wanna share her toys, that's how everyone with extra abilities, whether metahumans or not ends up in Belle Reve so she gets all the toys to herself. She likes having successes associated with the name Amanda Waller. Yeah she wants to cart me around as a show dog but as her show dog. She isn't looking to sell me off"

He nodded, reaching for your hand so you met him halfway. He laced his fingers with yours before finally saying "I just don't like the idea of her trying to separate us" you laughed lightly "I believe she picked up on that. You were being a bit over protective" he cut his eyes at you with a smirk before pulling into the parking place at your building "I have a right to be protective over my girlfriend I believe" 

"Your girlfriend huh?" You teased leaning over closer to him once the jeep was off. He moved his hand up to your cheek then just when you thought he was going to pull you in for a kiss he backed off "Unless you don't consider yourself my girlfriend. I mean we haven't really put a label on things" 

You rolled your eyes closing the space to straddle his lap carefully being mindful of the weapons you both still had on you "Rick Flag. I wear your damn dogtags daily. We spend pretty much every night together whether in your bed or mine. I didn't think we had to discuss things because I thought it was clear" he let his eyes roam over your body and all of a sudden you were extremely aware of just how dirty you still were from the mission and how unappealing you probably looked at the moment. Or that's what you thought until you met his eyes and saw the look there which sent a flush of heat throughout your body.

"Well maybe we should go shower and talk things out?" He asked leaning forward to place a feather light kiss on your pulse point. Your eyes fluttered shut "Yeah. I think we should" 

You groaned when the alarm clock went off trying to burrow further into your pillow and heard an echoing groan from behind you "Do we have to do this?" Rick asked lips finding your bare shoulder as he spoke. "Do you really want Waller pissed at us?" You replied, turning in his arms to face him.

He glanced at where the sheet had slid further down your chest from the movement and licked his lips slowly "I could think of a lot better things to do sweetheart" you shook your head "I'm sure you could but we gotta get dressed and appear presentable" he groaned again leaning his forehead over on yours "Yes ma'am" he crashed his lips against yours in a lingering kiss before finally pulling away. 

He laughed when you whined at the loss of contact "C'mon now Y/N we gotta get dressed remember" you rolled your eyes "You're no fair" 

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After consideration you'd ended up deciding on a black dress,boots and a black leather jacket. Waller grumbled about lack of professionalism when you climbed out of Rick's jeep considering she was in a pants suit and he had even ditched his usual attire of either tact gear or jeans for a tailored suit.  

You shrugged, walking ahead of her and Rick to the plane "I'm a criminal Waller. I've killed people for the hell of it. They're not expecting pastels" You looked over your shoulder to see that while she looked on the verge of an aneurysm from having to deal with you directly, Rick was biting back a grin so it was worth it.

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Waller sat at the front of the plane nearest the pilot so you and Rick sat near the back across from each other. He glanced up at her then back to you "I still don't like this" "I know baby. I promise it's gonna be fine" You didn't realize your slip until a smirk split his face "Baby huh?" 

Your eyes widened looking towards Waller in panic but she was obvious to your conversation. You then turned back to Rick who was watching you in amusement "Yes I called you baby. It kinda just slipped out naturally" that made his smirk turn into a genuine smile "I like you calling me that" 

The moment didn't have a chance to last because the pilot announced you were about to land. There would be a car waiting so from here on out you had to be on your toes. No telling what may get thrown your way.

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For once you gladly followed behind Waller. She'd strategically placed you between her and Rick, meaning she went into the conference room the meeting was being held in first followed by you and him bringing up the rear, looking very much the part of personal security.

You hadn't been nervous a bit in the plane or car. Walking into the building and going through their security hadn't even spiked any anxiety. When everyone that sat around the long table turned their eyes to the three of you it caused a hiccup of nerves to wash over you. 

You felt Rick touch your lower back gently right before he whispered "Are you ok?" You nodded following Waller further into the room. "Y/N feel free to take a seat until you're needed" She spoke a lot more civil than usual 

You walked over to the chairs that lined the wall perching on the edge of one. Rick sat down next to you while Waller went into a pitch about how successful "her" task force was.

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You'd nearly blocked them all out staring down at the toe of your boot when you heard one of them say "If she's as powerful as you make her out to be, why did Louisiana suffer so from Katrina?"

You were on your feet in an instance, anger forcing any nerves to reside "Because some jackass with the national guard threatened to shoot me because he didn't like metahumans. He said we went against nature" Rick was standing protectively behind you when Waller turned to glare at the both of you "Well it appears Y/N wishes to address the room"

One older man at the opposite end of the table looked at Rick curiously "Colonel Flag you accompanied Amanda when she came to us for original clearance on the task force with the other metahuman. Dr Moone, did you not?" you looked back at Rick and knew in that moment your eyes betrayed all the emotions you were feeling. 

That's why he'd seemed so upset, why he said they bastardized everything. You'd thought it was in defense of you. It was because he'd seen Waller's dog and pony show before and it just so happens he was fucking the subject of interest both times. He apparently still held animosity towards this committee.

You laughed humorlessly before turning your back on him addressing the man who'd spoken "Actually Dr Moone was not in fact a metahuman. She was possessed by an ancient meta. She didn't know how to control the powers because they weren't a part of who she was supposed to be. Please don't compare the situations any further because I could list a world of differences between her and I" you threw a glance over your shoulder at Rick with the last words.

"It appears an attachment to Colonel Flag would not be on that list" the man replied and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stifle the response you wanted to say but the air pressure in the room immediately dropped as your emotions spiked. Waller actually spoke up and said "Y/N acts as a lieutenant for the task force. She handles the worst cases coming out of Belle Reve. If not for her Flag's job would be a lot more difficult so you can see why he'd check after her well-being. Believe me when I say there couldn't be more differences between her and Dr Moone." 

"Understandable. Ms Y/N I apologize for any assumptions" the man replied so you nodded curtly "Now that we covered why I couldn't do shit to help with Katrina what more do the lot of you need from me?" Your voice was dripping with venom as you spoke but you also raised the pressure in the room back to normal. Your hair was moving slightly from the air currents being emitted from your skin despite your best efforts to calm down humiliation as it seemed was somehow even worse of a trigger for your powers than anger.

"Perhaps a demonstration?" Waller suggested and was met with a chorus of nods and murmurs of agreement. You took a few steps back purposely putting space between you and Rick then rotated your neck in a tight circle. Most of the time if you weren't in a dangerous situation you could keep your eyes from changing but with emotions running high that proved more difficult than you thought since you saw Rick's eyes flick towards yours then he glanced around the room trying to clock everyone's reactions no doubt.

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You ignored everyone in the room concentrating on nothing but that spark that always flowed just below the surface waiting. You let it flow out freely pushing it out further and further until thunder rolled through the sky loud enough it shook the walls. "How can we be sure that's her?" The older man asked again so you brought your hands up holding them in front of you but wide enough apart that you could conjure lightning between them. 

The lighting sparked brightly dancing back and forth between your palms. To add to it you focused on conjuring a storm cloud in the center of the room and threw in a couple tiny twisters dancing across the table blowing papers and pens around the room in a wild frenzy.

"That's enough Switch" Waller spoke and you let everything continue to get wilder just a few more seconds enjoying the slight panic on their faces until you turned your hands slightly forcing them together snuffing out the lighting, storm cloud and twisters alike. 

The older man who'd been the most vocal seemed at a loss until he said "Amanda you always do find the most interesting people to associate yourself with" you turned your eyes to him not caring if they were back to the normal color yet or not "Does that mean we can get our collective asses back home now?" 

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Waller dismissed you and Rick stating that by the time her lunch with the committee was over she'd meet the two of you back at the plane.

You walked out the building next to Rick unsure of your destination. Waller had suggested the two of you find lunch to pass the time. You were a little hungry but also still very angry and hurt from what had happened in the meeting. Doubts were running through your head that had never occurred to plague you before.

You finally turned to look at him once the two of you were outside. You crossed your arms defensively over your chest before saying "I've never been to D.C. I don't know what's good"  "So we're not gonna talk about it?" He asked and you quickly shook your head "Not here. Not now. I just got extremely embarrassed then had to put on a side show. I don't feel like discussing all the thoughts roaming through my head" 

You hated seeing the way his shoulder sagged just slightly when you refused to talk to him but you knew that you couldn't get emotional then deal with sitting on a plane with Waller. "There's a few good sushi places" he offered so you waved a hand "Lead the way Colonel"

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Throughout lunch anytime Rick tried to steer the conversation towards your relationship you steered it away by talking about anything from missions to your favorite Halloween movie.

When Waller called him to say her lunch had been dismissed it was almost a relief to catch a cab back to the plane.

Rick kicked himself the moment you realized he'd let you walk into that room without telling you everything.

He knew you well enough that you didn't have to say what was going on inside your head. You were comparing yourself to June. You were comparing yours and his relationship to his and hers. You were hurt,embarrassed and refused to even attempt to speak to him until the two of you were back in either his or your apartment.

You sat in the plane across from him with your head leaned back. Your eyes were closed but you weren't asleep. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms, reassure you that you were the most amazing woman he'd ever met. He knew that now wasn't the time not considering Waller sat on your other side typing away on her laptop without a care in the world.

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When the plane landed, Waller of course had a car waiting and was whisked off before you and Rick got cleared of the plane.

You walked off slowly behind Rick and whistled sharply "I wonder how long she had that poor sap waiting just to drive her to whatever creepy cave she resides in" your pride and heart were still wounded but you knew the two of you needed to talk. The last few days had been a lot from losing Vipin on the mission to this mayhem with Waller parading you around D.C.'s finest 

You were silent in the jeep the entire ride home wondering how to start the conversation without sounding jealous over June. You in all honesty weren't, just that committee comparing you both irked you. The literal only thing the two of you had in common was the fact that you'd both slept with Rick.

You were deep enough in thought you hadn't noticed the jeep had come to a stop. Rick cleared his throat and when you cut your eyes at him he motioned outside your window "We're home" "Appears so" you replied climbing out the jeep and following him into the building.

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Rick walked up the stairs behind you praying you'd ask him to come to your place. He hated sleeping without you by his side any more and he definitely could not see going to bed thinking you were angry or hurt from his actions or lack thereof.

You stopped right before stepping into the hallway and looked back at him "So you coming to my apartment? I really need to get these boots off and a drink wouldn't hurt"  "Yeah" he replied quickly holding the door open for you.

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You stopped just inside your apartment and turned to face Rick. The door was still open so you motioned to it "Shut that please. We need to talk" 

He shut it and locked all three locks which was pure habit from the both of you before turning back to you. He opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him with a hand up "I shouldn't have acted like that. I shouldn't have let that old bastard get under my skin. I swear I'm not actually jealous of June" 

"You have no reason to be" he interrupted and you groaned "Please let me get this out Rick" he held up both hands with an apologetic look so you took a breath before continuing "I saw the extent you went to when it came to saving her. I saw what it did to you when you thought she was dead. She's an absolutely gorgeous, educated woman who could do anything she wanted with her life. I'm me. I'm a high-school dropout who barely managed to get her equivalency diploma. I have killed people and enjoyed it. A freak of nature all around…" 

Rick cut you off again but this time by catching your lips in a searing kiss. You returned it snaking your arms up around his neck tugging at the hair there. When he broke apart from you he stared down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes "Y/N.. You're not a freak of nature. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met. You can go from baking cookies with Layla or Zoe to forming combat plans on the run that would have some generals amazed. You're beautiful all made up like you are now and dead out gorgeous when you first wake up and your hair is everywhere and the only thing you're wearing is one of my shirts.." you tried to protest but he shushed you "Now sweetheart it's my turn to talk so you be a good girl and listen"

You clamped your mouth shut at his words so he placed another kiss onto your lips gentler this time but it still made your head swim "I have never known anyone like you. I've never been as close to anyone like I am with you. I have never known for a fact that my life is better because of one particular person before you…" your heart jumped at his words but before you could say anything in return he leaned down a bit to be eye to eye with you "Yes I was with June. Yes I cared about her but I am in love with you"

You'd known how you felt about Rick for a while but hearing he felt the same was better than anything you'd ever felt before. You stared at him for a moment letting his words sink in. Rick was in love with you. 

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The longer you remained silent after his admission the more Rick worried that maybe you didn't feel the same or maybe he should've waited to say it until a better time but when you leaned up to kiss him on the lips you whispered against his mouth "Glad to know because I'm in love with you too"

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[marvelmusing]

HYDRA Hunter

Helmut Zemo x Reader

Part 1

You worked at SHIELD for your entire life, inspired by the likes of Peggy Carter and Captain America, wanting to do the right thing and protect people.

You worked hard, rising up through the ranks. Becoming a Colonel. Spending your time ensuring that you could help people.

Then SHIELD falls, along with HYDRA. And you find out that the organisation you’ve dedicated your life work to was not what you thought it was.

You spend the years after the fall of SHIELD finding old HYDRA bases and employees and ensuring they’re brought to justice.

This has caused you to bump into the Avengers quite often. Steve Rogers often asks for your help with intel.

You earn the quite the reputation as you track down a large number of old HYDRA operatives.

You’re soon known as the HYDRA Hunter. A name you aren’t too happy with but it seems to have stuck with you.

One day Steve asks you to help him and Sam with their search for Steve’s friend, Bucky Barnes. The former Winter Soldier. You agree to help them.

Although, now that you’re occupied by your search for Bucky you don’t notice there’s another person hunting HYDRA’s people.

You don’t notice when Vasily Karpov, the Winter Soldier’s handler, is found dead.

You don’t notice that a certain red notebook has been stolen.

Then Vienna happens.

And the entire world has joined in with your search for Bucky Barnes.

And that grainy photograph is plastered across every newspaper, news show, social media site. It’s everywhere.

You can’t it out of your head. That the ghost of HYDRA could be so obviously spotted like that.

So you go back to your research. Noting down as many HYDRA names as you can find. Then you spot one. Vasily Karpov. And his obituary.

You read the police report. That he was hung by his ankles over his sink and drowned.

Someone else was after the Winter Soldier.

Your discovery is too late though. Steve, Sam, and Bucky are missing by the time you’re in Berlin.

Then Tony sends you some files. The reported death of the UN psychologist sent to assess Bucky. And the identity of the man who impersonated him. The man who found the Winter Soldier.

Baron Colonel Helmut Zemo.

If you weren’t so frustrated that you missed this you would have been impressed with his work.

In the aftermath of the Avengers splitting up you’re busy trying to stay under the government’s radar.

Then Thanos happens, and you’re dusted away. Only to return five years later.

After the final battle you stay in touch with Sam and Bucky, you’d helped Sam out during the years he was on the run.

So when he gives you a call after Bucky’s arrest you offer to help with the Flag Smashers.

Then Bucky suggests visiting Zemo.

“He knows all of HYDRA’s secrets.” Bucky reasons. Sam immediately gestures to you. You nod, agreeing with him.

“I’m literally right here, Buck.” He sighs.

“Do you have any idea where the serum’s coming from?” He’s got you there.

“Not entirely. After a couple of days of digging I might find something?”

The three of you exchange looks. You don’t have a couple of days to spare for a maybe.

“Okay. Let’s go see Zemo.” Sam says.

Then you’re in a maximum security prison in Berlin. Bucky went in to see Zemo alone, which puts you on edge.

You know the trigger words don’t work anymore. You’re not afraid of the Winter Soldier. You’re afraid that Zemo will manipulate Bucky into doing something he doesn’t want to do.

Bucky seems fine when he returns. You and Sam follow him as he leads you to a large warehouse.

“Where are we, man?” Sam asks. Bucky doesn’t answer, instead walking you through a ‘hypothetical’ jailbreak scenario.

You’re beginning to doubt how hypothetical this situation is.

Then Zemo steps into the room.

“What did you do?” Sam stares at Bucky. Though it’s pretty obvious what Bucky’s done.

“We need him Sam.” Bucky reasons.

“You’re going back to prison!” Sam demands, pointing at Zemo.

“If I may?” Zemo begins.

“NO!” Sam and Bucky yell at him. You hear Zemo mumble an apology as Sam turns to you,

“[Y/N]?” He prompts, hoping you’ll back him up. You sigh a little, considering your options,

“HYDRA was never able to successfully recreate the super soldier serum, excluding Bucky. That’s why they had to steal Howard Stark’s test serum for the Winter Soldier program. Whatever lead he has, it’s better than anything I’ve got.” Sam sighs,

“You don’t make a move, without our permission.” He warns Zemo. Zemo nods,

“Fair.” He then turns his attention to you, “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.” Zemo’s eyes are fixed on yours as he inclines his head.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N]. You must be Baron Zemo.”

“Baron?” You hear Sam question from behind you. You keep your eyes on Zemo.

“Or do you prefer Colonel? Some people value their military achievements over inherited titles.” You’re letting know you’ve done your research.

“Just Zemo will suffice.” You nod. Sam turns to him,

“Alright Zemo, where do we start?” Zemo heads to one side of the room, turning on the power. The lights flicker on, revealing a large collection of cars. “So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam jokes.

“These are mine. Collected by family over the generations.” He opens the trunk of one of the cars. You glance inside, noticing the array of weaponry stored. “I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum, because once it’s out there,” he bends to reach inside another car. “Someone can create an army of people, like the Avengers.” He gives Sam a pointed look. “I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished.” Sam turns to you,

“So you two haven’t met?” You look away from him. Even after all these years, you’re still a little unsettled by how good Zemo was. That you never saw him coming. Zemo frowns,

“Should I know you?” You shake your head,

“Sam’s joking.” You dismiss.

“Sounds like he was doing your job for you.” Sam adds. You sigh before explaining to Zemo.

“I’ve been tracking down HYDRA personnel for the last few years. So Sam’s surprised we’ve never crossed paths.” Zemo nods, considering your explanation.

“Are you surprised?” You tilt your head at him. “That we never crossed paths?” Yes, absolutely. It still annoys you to this day. You shrug casually,

“The world’s a big place. It’s not too surprising.” Zemo looks at you, not buying how casual you are. He thankfully changes the subject,

“To do this, we’ll have to scale a ladder of low lives.”

“Well join the party, we’ve already started.” Sam tells him. Zemo heads off, his stride determined, as he calls back to the three of you,

“First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence, I still have a line on. From there we climb.” The three of you follow Zemo as he heads towards the exit.

He asks for a moment to change his clothes. Bucky paces outside the bathroom as Zemo changes.

When he emerges he’s dressed in a turtleneck, with dress trousers and shoes. He pulls a long coat with a fur collar onto his shoulders. You notice he’s also fresh faced, he must have shaved.

There’s a small walk to a local airfield where a large jet is waiting.

“So all this time you’ve been rich?” Sam gestures to the jet.

“Like [Y/N] said, I’m a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty before your friends destroyed my country.” You wince at the thought of Sokovia. What happened there is one of your biggest regrets.

There’s an old man stood at the stairs into the jet. Zemo greets him in Sokovian, kissing each of his cheeks affectionately. He welcomes the three of you and you reply with a polite,

“Thank you, sir,” in Sokovian. Zemo glances at you for a moment, no doubt surprised that you speak Sokovian.

The four of you get comfortable on the plane. You’re sat opposite Zemo, with Bucky next to you.

The atmosphere is rather tense, particularly after Zemo stole Bucky’s notebook, causing Bucky to threaten Zemo.

Then Zemo tells you where you’re going.

Madripoor. That’s just great.

As the plane gets close to Madripoor, Zemo suggests that the three of you should change your clothes. He explains each of your roles. You roll your eyes when he tells you that you’d be playing the part of his lover.

You head to the room at the back of the plane with you bag in hand. The outfit Zemo’s bough you is lying on the bed.

You close the door and get changed into your tact gear. People in Madripoor know you, they know there’s no change of you dating a Baron. You push open the door as you finish getting changed. You’re busy securing your weapons when you hear Zemo approach,

“Is my selection not to your liking?” he asks. You look up at him. He doesn’t seem mad that you’re refusing his gift, just curious.

You glance down at the outfit. No doubt it was expensive, and it’s very tasteful.

“No offence intended, Baron. But if we’re going to Madripoor I’m going as myself, not as your arm candy.”

“You couldn’t be both?” He asks. You stop and look back up at him, he returns your gaze, his thoughts a mystery to you. Then Sam interrupts,

“Damn, you think you’ve over done that a little?” He asks you, gesturing to the array of knives along your belt, and the holsters across your thighs and calves. You laugh a little,

“Walking into Madripoor unarmed is pretty unconventional. You three will stick out without any noticeable weapons.”

“You’re forgetting, we have one of HYDRA’s most notable weapons.” Zemo nods his head towards the other end of the plane. No doubt referring to Bucky. You’re quick to press a knife to his throat,

“Refer to him as a weapon again, Baron, and I will ensure you regret allowing me on your plane.” You trail the knife along his jawline, watching it trace against his skin. “Understood?” His gaze doesn’t stray from your face, but he swallows hard and provides a minute nod.

“Of course, Colonel.” You tilt your head aside. He knows more than he lets on. You pull away from him, feeling suddenly aware of how close the two of you are.

Bucky leans his head though the doorway,

“We’re landing.”

A/N: This is a lot longer than I thought it was going to be so there’s going to be a few more parts to this.

If you’d like to be tagged for this series just let me know!!

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[sidera-writes]

Back behind my house, there's a patch of ground you can't walk on, about ten feet across.

Just looking at it, there's nothing special about it. It's just a patch of bare ground, where nothing grows. Where leaves don't fall in the autumn, and where snow doesn't fall in the winters But if you stumbled across it on a clear day, you might walk right by it without even paying it any mind. Maybe even walk around it, on your way to somewhere else without even thinking why you didn't walk through the patch of woods where nothing grows, where branches don't fall into. Where you can't set walk.

Because something is already there.

I've spent hours, looking at the patch of ground from it's edge. Just. Looking. Not stepping forwards, never stepping forwards. Not even thinking about taking a single step forwards until I take a step back. Despite every cell in my body screaming to just take another step forwards, just like I've been doing my whole life, even the idea of putting one foot in front of the other vanishes as soon as I'm within a pace of that dry, cracked dirt, where it seems, even the though the sun shines everywhere else, even though I can clearly see how parched the soil is, see every grain and particle, it feels like the sun's light cannot reach it.

Something is there but I cannot remember what it is.

It keeps me up at night, sometimes it's all I can think about. Sometimes, months go by and I forget it exists completely, going about my day to day life, not a care in the world. But then, I feel a tug, a restlessness, not a need, just a feeling. To go into the woods, where I am once more confronted by the empty patch of ground that I cannot walk on.

It calls out to me when it grows lonely.

And every time I come back, after those short months, it's bigger. Not by much, a few inches maybe. Not something that would be noticed by someone who hasn't spent days thinking of nothing else, of the exact landmarks that demarcate it's boundary. Of trees and rocks that aren't there when I come back after a winter.

Why can't I remember it

The patch has gotten so big I can see it from my house. See the absence of trees where once the canopy was, see an outline of something that isn't there in the blizzard a few days ago. I walked over there, and the soft powdery snow is perfectly flat, except where the patch is. It's not bunched up in a snowdrift, like if there was a building there. There's just, a lack of snow. And dirt. There's definitely dirt.

There's no dirt there's no hole there's a lack of nothing an absence of absence and that absence has-

I tried a different tact of getting into the patch today. A rented a snowmobile, drove it out to the patch and tried to ride it over the edge. The engine died and stalled just as the nose was about to breach the border. There was enough snow piled up from the blizzard that it should have collapsed, sending us both into the patch but it held. I couldn't get it started again, so I left it where it was, to go take lunch and see if I could winch it back. It was gone when I came back. It gave me an idea.

It gave me a warning.

If I go right up to the edge, and wait long enough, it'll grow around me. And I'll finally feel that dirt under my boots. I should wait until summer, when the weather is better for standing around, but I can't risk forgetting about it, so I cleared out the local gas stations of hand warmers, put on my warmest gear, and packed my camp stove and three days of food. Water isn't an issue, another good reason to go now, while there's still snow in arms reach.

We talked, the Something and I. Talked until every star burned out in the sky.

I don't know who keeps writing in my journal. It can't be me I can't remember anything about what they say. The handwriting is the same as mine but it can't be me it is you stop it I didn't write that yes I did no I didn't there's something nothing out there it's just a fucking abyss patch of soil

Why don't I believe me

I need to get out of this house its too late I'll just go to my parents' house you don't even remember who they are of course I remember who they are then what do they look like.

Where do they live.

What are their names.

What is my name.

Oh God oh fuck what is my name where do I live this house is too big for just one person this bed is too big for just one person there's picture frames everywhere but no pictures I look in a mirror but I don't recognize the person staring back who is that who am I

Back behind my house, there's a patch of ground you can't walk on, about a hundred feet across...

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[palaceofpassion]

Friends?

Something that was a bit of a brain worm.  

Eventual possible white knight if I continue this.

She was nervous, though she outwardly tried not to show it, but she was in fact very nervous.  Today was going to be the day that Weiss lost her virginity, Yang and Blake’s taunts having finally gotten the best of her, her own nerves finally giving in, all of it combined together leading her asking Neptune. He was the only boy she’d ever had any form of relationship with to… to perform relations.  

However, in her nervous steps, she hadn’t realized someone else was approaching her.

To her surprise, it was Jaune, the young man still in his combat gear.  Something that hadn’t come as a surprise to her, it was the worst kept secret that he would sometimes train at night.  And… It worried all of them.  

“Why not Jaune?”

A little thought in her head asked, though she quickly pushed it aside.  She’d seen the lack of interest in her, the way his eyes didn’t even consider her an option anymore… though perhaps it wasn’t just her.  

THere was no shine in his eyes, as if he’d lost a part of himself, and for all intents and purposes he had.  When Pyrrha died, she knew that a part of him died with it.  So he wasn’t the boy she remembered, even if perhaps she tried to remember him as.  And perhaps that was the biggest reason she never considered him.  

She still remembered Jaune from then…

“Hey.”  

His voice was full of surprise, and a bit of guilt.  They hadn’t had a chance to talk since the incident, now that she thought about it. 

“Hello.”  

She turned her attention away from him, not wanting to let the dusty red rose on her cheeks show.  

“You alright Weiss?”

“Yes I’m perfectly fine.”

He wasn’t buying it.

“Uh huh… your legs fidget and your right foot taps when you’re nervous Weiss.”  

She stopped her foot, only then realizing that he was right.  

“Yes well… if you must know, I have a date.”  

Perhaps this would get him jealous?  She truly didn’t mean it to, but there was still part of her that felt venomous towards who he used to be.  Not that she was much better.

“Oooh!  Neat!”

Not what she was expecting.  

“Yes, with Neptune.”

“Wait Neptune?  Didn’t he-”  

He chose to silence himself, she knew what he was going to say.  Though he apparently had enough tact to stop himself.

“I hope you have a good time.”

His tone shifted to a softer kinder expression, something she was not used to hearing, not from him.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, I hope you have a good time.”  

He was smiling at her, genuinely smiling, that… he really wasn’t the same anymore huh?

“Thank you…”  Her foot continued to tap.

“That’s not all is it?”  

She bit her bottom lip, and without meaning to, spilled the beans.  “Yes well… I plan to take things a bit further, if you will.”

It took him far too long to get the meaning of her words, “Oh!  Oh!  Well I hope you have a really good time then.”  

“Yes well…”  

“You’re nervous?”

He finished for her.

“A little.”  

She didn’t have the ice cold shield to protect her anymore.

“I think that’s fine isn’t it?  Everyone has the right to be nervous about these kinds of things.  Just…”  Jaune stepped closer, taking a seat on the sofa.  “If things become too uncomfortable, just let him know.  If you don’t feel like you can go through with it.”

“I see… Jaune?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know, if I’m being honest.  I feel as if I’m caught between two worlds.  One where, I’ve been taught that acting like this is perhaps… unsightly… and I’m disgusting for entertaining this thought.  And the other where I’m expected to do something like this…”  

She wasn’t sure why she confessed to Jaune of all people, it wasn’t like the two of them were close or anything.  Perhaps that made this much easier to talk about, because they weren’t close.

“There is no shame in backing out Weiss.  It’s your decision, and who you want to be with.”

The sudden seriousness in his voice surprised her, “Weiss, you aren’t… you aren’t unsightly.  What you do with your body is up to you and only you.  Who cares what others think?  And you shouldn’t  feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do.  It’s your body, and your decisions.  Don’t let others make you feel less than you are, because Weiss, you’re amazing.”  

“Haha, of course I’m not really an expert on these kinds of things, so you know, may not want to take my word for it.”

Then he smiled again, and she found herself absolutely breathless.  This had not been the response she’d expected from him.  

“Thank you Jaune.”  She fought back a tear, getting emotional wasn’t what she wanted…

A knock at the door caught her attention. “See you later Jaune.”

“See you later Weiss.  Don't forget to use protection though!” 

She rolled her eyes, and waved him goodbye.  

And so she left the young knight as he turned his attention to his scroll, a soft smile on his face.  

When Weiss got back home, the first thing she’d noticed was that Jaune was still there, in the same position she’d left him, still looking at his scroll.

"Weiss?"  He'd ask her, a bit groggy as he closed his scroll.  "You're back early."

"Yes well... as it turns out it wasn't as long as I thought.  Perhaps Yang and Blake like to over exaggerate."

Jaune's eyebrow quickly cocks, his eyes unmoving as they stare into her, "Hey Weiss?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you go out with Neptune anyways?"

"What perchance do you mean?"

"I mean, I know you went to have-"

"Relations."

"Relations.  But I thought you'd gotten over him, after you know."  He twirled a finger around.

"Ah yes, well he was the only man I could ask."

"Okay, but why such a rush?   We're still young aren't we?"

Weiss opened her mouth and shut it, "Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure."

She took a quick seat next to him, shifting a tiny smidge closer than she should have.  "Yang and Blake were going on and on about an experience they had with Sun recently and... perhaps I was feeling jealous, and a smidge lonely.  Especially with... you know."  She pointed at her abdomen, though she winced as she noticed his mood fall.

"Ah yeah... I'm sorry."

"Jaune... it's not your fault.  I was an easy target, and out of aura."

Though he said nothing more, he was obviously not appeased.

"Well... I was thinking about who I could share a moment with, and... well Yang and Blake suggested I try to have se- relations with someone."

Jaune nodded, "Okay.  But why Neptune."

"Again he was the man that came to mind."

Jaune gave a thoughtful expression, "What about Sun?  Or perhaps Re-... no Nora would kill you."  He tried to think for a moment, "Oh!  You could have gone to the local brothel, from what I heard, there are plenty of men there as well."

Weiss hummed, "Yes, but I would prefer if it was with someone I had known... though perhaps Neptune wasn't the best choice."

Jaune nodded once more as he turned back to his scroll.

It was only then, while he looked away as he gave her words thought, that she'd forgotten about him.  And it wasn't by accident either, he'd grown sure, but she was still stuck on the image of the boy who flirted with her over and over.  Yet... wasn't that better than the man who practically cheated on her?

"Ah well... sorry that your first time wasn't special.  That actually kind of sucks."

She wasn't sure why, but she felt nervous?  Perhaps anxious?  Not once did he seem to get jealous, nor did he even bother to offer himself up either.

"Yes well... Neptune has made note of wanting to do it again... however..."  She tapped her nails against her leg.

"What... uhm what happened?  If you don't mind me asking."

"I... it wasn't satisfying... I suppose.  He performed well enough, and I was shocked, it was apparently supposed to feel good and while he was endowed... at least from what i researched.  It wasn't exactly..."  Weiss wasn't sure what she was looking for?  He'd lasted about as much as she'd thought he would, from what she read online.  But there was something missing.  "It felt less like he was looking to have relations with me, and just... that he was doing it to satisfy himself." 

Jaune scratched the back of his head, "Ah... well like I said earlier, not really an expert on these things.  But..."  He paused as if choosing his words carefully, "Maybe sex really wasn't what you were looking for?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

He scratched under his chin.  "I dunno, it just sounds like you were trying to be close to someone, maybe you were overthinking it?"

Weiss thought for a moment and in a moment of clarity realized, "Oh... oh I suppose you were right."  She wasn't sure what it was, maybe the tension finally breaking, but a single tear fell down her eye.  "Perhaps i've been a bit silly then."

"What!?  No no!  Everyone wants someone to be close to Weiss, that's perfectly fine."

Weiss thought on his words, and the sudden shift of expression as he turned his attention to his scroll.  The temperature falling, and his mood falling as if he remembered something rather sorrowful.

"Jaune?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you like company?"

He opened his mouth, quickly closing it, as if he was thinking about something, "Sure, though wouldn't you prefer to rest?"

"Hah... I have quite a bit of energy left."  That wasn't a lie, "And don't worry, I took a shower, and used protection.  I shouldn't smell."

he chuckled, a good hearty one, something she hadn't realized she'd missed over these last few weeks.

"Sure."

And without realizing it, she shifted closer.

#Weiss Schnee #Jaune Arc #Whiteknight

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Cruelty of man

The command bunker was a flurry of activity as aides and military personnel shuffled between consoles. At the center of the room was a large tactical display table surrounded by commanders discussing the recent deployments of new troops and enemy positions when the doors to the command center burst open. At the noise the guards to either side quickly drew their weapons and trained it on the door until they saw who had entered and dropped to one knee. 

“YURI!!!!”

Royal prince Marsov stormed into the room and made straight for the tactical display. His stride carried him so quickly that he knocked aside aides who had been kneeling before him out of the way as if a child kicking a can down the road. 

“YURI!” The prince continued shouting, “WHERE ARE YOU!?”

The commanders around the tactical display parted aside and revealed the human who had taken command of the war front from the prince. He stood atop a wooden stack of pallets so he could see the display and under any normal circumstance would be comical any other time were it not for how feared the human was by the rest of the command staff. 

The aliens surrounding him stood nearly twice his height making most interactions with the species initially challenging as everything they had was intended for far larger use. 

Yuri continued observing the tactical map, making a few notes and passing them to nearby aides, completely ignoring Marsov’s outbursts.  Maros slammed his fist into the table  making the holographic image shake violently for a few moments before readjusting.  “What is the meaning of this?!” 

“I am not psychic, prince.” Yuri said as he passed another note to an aide and motioned him away with a flick of his hand. “You must elaborate what exactly is troubling you.” 

Yuri’s calmness only seemed to enrage Marsov even more. 

“When you took control of this war away from me you said you would run it better.”  “Yes, I remember.” 

“That was two months ago! What have you done since then!?” 

Yuri set down his note pad and looked up at the prince. Though humans were far shorter than the prince’s species Yuri’s presence was so intense that it made seem as if he was the one towering over them. 

“I have been continuing the war in a manner that will result in our victory.” 

Marov’s laugh at the answer was as loud as it was fulled with a mocking tone. “You have launched only one offensive a week while ordering our special forces to gather enemy equipment, wasting their potential greatly!” 

“These are parts of a much larger plan.” Yuri said as he crossed his fingers and rested his chin on them. 

“A plan that is failing!” Marsov waived his hand and the tactical display altered itself. The image was an aerial view of the front lines with both sides trenches facing each other. 

“Each attack you launched was preluded to by a massed artillery bombardment of smoke. Smoke that i would point out completely ineffective. 

Waving another hand a smaller visualization of the enemy soldier. “Their helmets allow them to see through the smoke with high density filters built into their helmets. The filters remove the smoke particles so they don’t even hinder the enemy soldiers!”

“Yes, I know this because I ordered our special forces to capture in tact enemy gear from the battlefield.” 

Marsov choked on his next words but quickly recovered. 

“You promised a great victory but since you have taken command we have seen nothing.” Marsov turned the surrounding commanders. “Perhaps my father underestimated your abilities.” 

The commanders looked back to Yuri who still clasped his fingers, his expression uncaring as if the insult just made against him meant nothing. 

“Great victories are not won in a single day, but planned out down to the very second.” Yuri stood and hopped down from the pallets and began walking away. 

“Tomorrow I will show you what a great victory truly means.” 

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The following day the commanders all gathered in the command bunker for the upcoming battle. 

Yuri stood on the wooden pallets while the prince sat on his command throne overlooking the entire room. 

The entire length of the opposite wall showed live feeds from the battlefront as the team leaders moved through the trenches checking on their soldiers. 

Tapping the tactical display table Yuri drew the attention of the room. 

“Today, we will launch a full scale along the entire front.” Pointing to the display it showed several dozen friendly arrows moving across no-man’s land into the enemy trenches. 

“From there we will continue pressing the advantage until we have overrun their forward command bunkers and captured the supply depots at the far rear of their lines.”

The display showed several fortified locations several dozen miles behind the current enemy lines.

“If you believe we can penetrate so far with this attack why stop there?” Marsov scoffed. Yuri nodded as if he had just been asked a question from his favorite student. “As tempting as it would be to continue the offensive we must be mindful of our manpower and supplies. I have calculated that once we have reached the supply depots we will be at the near limit of a front we can successfully maintain. Any farther and we risk over stretching ourselves and risking counter attacks that could encircle entire army group and wipe them out.” 

“All well and good and all, but this attack depends entirely on if you can break the enemy front line to begin with.” 

“Rest assured, that will be the easiest part of the plan.” 

With that Yuri motioned to an aide and the screen turned to the face of a front line commander. “Are your troops prepared captain?” Yuri asked. 

“They are prepared; though i am not sure why we need this additional equipment.” Marsov’s eyes picked up at this but Yuri continued before he could press his questions. “You’re understanding is not required captain, only your loyalty and promise of victory.” 

The captain banged his fist and nodded his head. “Victory eternal.” he said before the line went dead. 

“Begin the bombardment and start the clock.” 

“Beginning bombardment now.” 

The roar of a thousand heavy artillery pieces could be faintly heard throughout the command bunker despite being so deep underground.   

“What is this clock you mentioned?” 

“It is the amount of time the soldiers must wait after the bombardment before commencing the attack.”

“Did your plan not call for speed to overrun the enemy?”

“It did.”

“Then why wait after the bombardment to attack? Why not launch at once.”

“Patience; you shall see.” 

An hour passed before the counter reached zero and Yuri ordered the attack to commence. 

The camera feeds of the soldiers were all over the screen. Pushing through the black smoke the feeds were blurry.  

Marsov watched intently. If the mission was a failure then Marsov could leverage the other commanders to shun the human and regain control of the army; but if it was successful he would still gain the credit but be stuck with the human even longer. 

Suddenly the camera toppled over and showed only ground. The soldier the feed belonged to scrambled back to their feet and raised their weapon at what they had fallen over as his comrades came by.  

Marsov saw the image and instantly stood up as the rest of the command staff let out gasps, some even vomiting on to the floor. 

Laying on the ground was an enemy soldier in full battle gear. To the casual eye the enemy soldier looked completely normal, as if they were fresh off the parade ground. That was until Marsov saw the face of the enemy. 

Beneath their clear helmet the eyes of his enemy were bleeding purple blood from the corners of their sockets, eyes bulging out as if they had been crammed into a container too small, veins bursting from beneath the skin as if they had been pulled out...

Marsov had commanded many battles and had fought in many wars from the front with those he had commanded, but he had never seen anything like this before. 

“What happened to them?” The question was from a commander present as the camera feed panned over countless bodies of enemy soldiers laying dead across the battlefield all sharing the horrific signs. 

“That,” Yuri spoke breaking the silence, “is chemical HZ-94; also known as the Coffin Maker.” 

“How do you know what it is? Have you seen it before?” 

Yuri shook his head. “I know what it is because I had it loaded into the smoke shells we fired before the attack.” 

The room went silent.

“You what?”

“I had the HZ-94 loaded into the smoke shells. As the smoke shells burst over the enemy covering them with smoke it was also laced with the chemical compound.” 

He motioned and an aide stepped forward carrying the helmet of their enemy and gave it to Yuri. He cradled it in his for a few moments before smirking. 

“You see the smoke attack for the last few weeks was intentional. I knew it would have no effect on the enemy as I had studied their captured war gear. You are correct prince that they are built in with filtration systems and density scanners, but did you know that the smoke clogs up their filtration systems?” 

He hoisted the helmet and pointed to a small oval opening at the base of the helmet. “Sure it can filter out some of the smoke, but consistent smoke eventually will form a barrier and block all inhalation forcing the user to swap filters.”

Yuri pried off the oval cap and showed it to everyone. 

“The previous smoke attacks were meant to make the enemy become accustomed to the tactic and treat the smoke as a non threat. What threat would there be when their density displays could see through the smoke and have visuals on our troops?” 

“While this was going on I had my off world associates manufacture the chemical and send it along with the safety gear for our own soldiers which would take roughly two months to arrive.” 

Marsov was trying to piece together what had happened even as the first ranks of his soldiers made it through the smoke and came upon an entire field of dead enemy soldiers. All sharing the same horrific symptoms as those that had been seen in the smoke. 

“The enemy would therefore not realize that there would be a secondary chemical mixed in with the smoke leaving them care free to remove their filters and swap them out as if it was a similar attack as the weeks before.” 

Yuri’s eyes lit up with a devilish glow as he turned towards Marsov and chucked the helmet at him. “My plan was to make the enemy complacent and predictable and therefore easy to manipulate and predict. The moment they swapped out their filters they were exposed to the Coffin Maker and their fate was sealed.” 

He motioned to the giant screen which had panned out to the entire length of the front. “We waited to press the attack not only for the gas to become effective but to also let the wind currents carry it back into their own lines.

“How could you have known the direction of the wind?” Marsov was horrified and amazed at the same time. In a single stroke the human had broken the entire enemy front line opening a massive gap their forces were now exploiting to their fullest. 

“In the time it took for the requested materials to arrive I studied not just our enemy but the planet itself. I found the patterns of wind currents and established today as the offensive as the wind was going in the opposite direction.” 

Marsov looked at the unease of his soldiers and the feeds as more and more dead bodies were found. Some with their hands clutching their throats or having ripped off their helmets as if desperate for breathable air. 

He turned his gaze to Yuri. “Have you no honor?” 

Yuri chuckled at the remark. 

“Honor is meaningless if it is unaccompanied by a victory.”

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #story

[cheemingwan1234]

Kombatant Profile: Cure Yell (Mortal Kombat 11 x PreCure)

Here's the best mama of PreCure, Hana Nono/ Cure Yell of Hugtto! PreCure as a guest Kombatant in Mortal Kombat 11.

Hana Nono/ Cure Yell

Note, her facial model is based off an aged down version of Tricia Helfer, Mortal Kombat X's Sonya Blade's voice actress who would voice her English voice lines. Appearance wise, she would still be the same with the addition of a waist holster at the left side of her waist to hold her Melody Sword

Bio:

In her teen years, Hana Nono had a lot of adventures. Starting off with encountering Hariham Harry and Hugtan; survivors of a future frozen in time , she was thrust into the battles between the PreCures and Cirasu Corporation. Fighting as the Pretty Cure of High Spirts; Cure Yell, she led her team in the battles against Cirasu Corporation. In the battles that followed, she learnt about Hugtan's origin as Cure Tomorrow and her connection to both her and George Kurai ; the leader of Cirasu Corporation as her mother and his wife respectively . Eventually, they managed to restore the future that Hariham Harry and Hugtan came from and they returned to their normal lives.

It's been several years since the Hugtto! PreCures' battles and Hana Nono is living a normal life as an adult running a flower shop in Hagukumi City together with her husband; George Kurai and her daughter, Hagumi (aka Hugtan). All was well until one day, a mysterious woman appeared in her shop, identified herself as Kronika and kidnapped both her husband and her daughter and worse, turned her hometown into ruins . Hana was in despair until her Mirai Crystals and PreHeart shone brightly. Knowing that her daughter and husband were still alive, Hana inserted her transformation Mirai Crystal into her PreHeart and transformed into Cure Yell once more. Stowing away on a Special Forces expedition group, she travelled to Outworld to free her beloved from Kronika's grasp and restore her hometown.

Select Screen Animation: Cure Yell converts her cuffs into pom-poms then thrusts her arms into the air. She then converts them back into her cuffs and pulls out her Melody Sword from it's waist holster from the left side of her waist.

Gear: Melody Sword, Cuffs and Mirai Crystals.

Variations:

Hooray! Hooray! (Focuses on hand to hand combat and heart blasts)

High-Spirited (Melody Sword focused).

Criasu's Assets (Gains the ability to summon an Oshimada as an assist)

Johnny Cage Announcer Nicknames: "Yell", "Hooray! Hooray!", "Cheerleader" , "Cure Mom" , "Pink-haired Sonya" and "Mechokku!"

Skins: Default (based on her appearance in Hugtto! PreCure), Cheerful (Based on her Cheerful Style), Schoolgirl (based on her school uniform) , Ex (Mortal Kombat X Sonya themed skin)

Intros:

Cheering on Everyone: Cure Yell does her end of transformation pose.

Bitter Memories: Cure Yell looks at a photo of herself, George and Hagumi in happier times before putting it away.

Tact Inspection: Cure Yell inspects her Melody Sword before noticing the opponent.

Shopping List: Cure Yell inspects a long shopping list before noticing the opponent.

Outros:

Hooray! Yell!: Cure Yell does a cheerleading routine, spelling out H, P and C in semaphore flag signalling with her pom-poms.

Heart For You! Cure Heart pulls out her PreHeart, then uses it together with her pom-poms to fire a blast to the camera.

Selfie: Cure Yell takes a selfie with her PreHeart.

Happy Memories: Cure Yell pulls out a photo from her PreHeart pouch and looks at a photo of herself in her younger years together with her team in her hands.

Throws:

Hugyuu!: Cure Yell lifts and hugs the opponent in a bear hug powerful enough to break her opponent's spine. She then places the opponent back onto the ground, then punches them in the face to send the opponent sprawling onto the ground.

Yell In Your Face: Cure Yell grabs the opponent and performs Flower Shoot point blank in the opponent's face, knocking the opponent to the ground.

Fatal Blow: Pointy End Up.

Cure Yell fires off a blast using her Heart For You attack to stun the opponent, then executes a series of rapid fire punches on various parts of the opponent's body, bloodying and dazing them even further. She then removes her Melody Sword and places it on the ground such that the diamond tip is pointing up, then grabs and piledrives the opponent head-first onto her Melody Sword.

Fatalities:

Fatality 1: Heart Faced:

Cure Yell uses her Melody Sword to disembowel the opponent. As the opponent is trying to scoop his/her guts back in, Cure Yell gets behind the opponent and uses a point blank Heart For You! blast to blow off the opponent's face from the back of their head.

Fatality 2: Rip For You!:

Cure Yell uses Heart For You to fire off a blast right into the chest of the opponent, searing a heart shaped hole into the opponent's chest and exposing their spinal cord. She then grabs the opponent's spine and breaks it into two. She then hoists the opponent over her head. The opponent only has time to scream (usually word-lessely in horror, though Kollector would scream that he wants to hand in his resignation for his job), before Cure Yell uses the snapped-in-two spine as leverage to rip the opponent in half.

Brutalities:

1: The Klassic: Cure Yell uppercuts the opponent's head off.

2: Heart-ache!: Cure Yell fires off a blast from Heart For You that blows a heart shaped hole in the opponents's torso.

3: Mother's Fury!: Cure Yell kicks the opponent to the ground , jumps on their chest, then proceeds to beat the ever-living shit out of the opponent. She then delivers a overhead two handed punch that explodes the opponent's head.*

*Secret Brutality Variation: Against Cetrion, Kronika (if edited to allow Brutalities to be performed onto her) and Geras, Cure Yell actually yells out obscenities and insults against them while beating their faces in such as "You fucker!" , "You asshole!", "You'll die for kidnapping George and Hagumi!" and "I'll make sure this leaves a mark on you in every timeline!". Why? Because Cure Yell knows that Kronika and her servants were responsible for kidnapping her husband and daughter, so she has a massive bone to pick against them.

4: Literal Minded Cure Yell : Cure Yell clears her throat and proceeds to let out a scream that scares the muscles off the opponent and causes it to run away, leaving behind the skin of the opponent which collapses into a heap.

5: Should Have Kept The PreCure Sword: Cure Yell stabs the opponent in the abdomen with the Melody Sword, causing them to kneel. She then rips out the Melody Sword then projects an energy blade from the Melody Sword and uses it to behead the opponent.

6: Traum's Kompliments: Cure Yell pulls out a Oshimaida doll (yes, it's the same doll that Dr. Traum uses to summon a Oshimaida) and presses the button of the doll to cause an Oshimaida to drop in from offscreen and eat the opponent.

7: Flower Splatter: Cure Yell uses Flower Shoot to hit the opponent with a delayed reaction that causes the opponent's upper torso to explode and a bouquet of flowers to grow from the opponent's lower torso and legs.

8: Pom and Brainless: Cure Yell punches open a hole in the top of the opponent's head, removes one of her cuffs and inserts it into the newly created hole. She then wills the pom-pom to expand to it's full size, exploding the head of the opponent.

9: Flower Shoot!: Cure Yell fires off Flower Shoot from her Melody Sword to take off the opponent's legs. As the opponent tries to crawl towards Cure Yell, Cure Yell stomps on their head, crushing the opponent's head with the heel of her boot.

Brutality Taunts:

Give Me an F, Give Me a U! : Cure Yell turns her cuffs into pom-poms, then uses her pom-poms to semaphore signal the letters F and U*.

* Yes, Cure Yell is saying the internet abbreviation for 'Fuck You' with her arm motions.

List Check: Cure Yell pulls out a shopping list and uses her PreHeart to check off the list.

Brutality/ Round Win Lines:

"Hagumi, George, I will find you!"

"Mama will find you, Hagumi!"

"You will not harm my family!"

"You will not freeze our futures."

"Harm my family and friends and you will die!"

"Retribution is long due for what you and Kronika did to my family!" (Against Geras or Cetrion)

"You will not stand in my way of my search!"

"Harm my family, and you will pay!"

"Ever heard of the term, 'mama bear'?"

Friendship: Flower Bouquet:

Cure Yell uses Flower Shoot to create a field of flowers on the ground. She then presents a bouquet of roses to the camera after pulling them out from her PreHeart pouch.

Sample Interaction Lines (With Scorpion, Sonya Blade and Sindel )

"I've heard your loved ones were kidnapped."

"Indeed. I'm looking for them."

"That's comforting for you, my loved ones are dead!"

"So, you're a mother?"

"Yes, but you don't have to deal with your daughter being regressed into a baby."

"Indeed, I don't want that to happen to Cassie."

(If Sonya has the Cure Yell costume equipped)

"I did not know you are a fan of Pretty Cure!"

"Every mother has her secrets."

"And you have the same taste in costumes as well."

" Such a foolish mother."

"Sindel, you should have the same feelings as me towards your own daughter!"

"Kitana is not worthy of my care, Hana!"

Tower Ending:

"With Kronika defeated, Geras and Cetrion were horrified at the goals of Kronika when I enlightened them on what Kronika's aims actually were . They offered to feed themselves to the Hourglass to give it the capacity to run itself and atone for their crimes. But I stopped them and provided themselves a more productive alternative. In exchange for them releasing George and Hagumi and working with the Elder Gods to defend Earthrealm , I used one of my Mirai Crystals to grant the Hourglass the capacity to run itself, restoring my hometown and the Elder Gods that Kronika ordered executed in the process. Geras and Cetrion departed on good terms with me and I was reunited with my family.

"However, this restoration had a side effect. Initially unknown to me, Quan Chi has returned from the dead. One day, he kidnapped Hagumi right in front of me. I was furious and heard of Hanzo 'Scorpion' Hasashi , the leader of the Shirai Ryu ninja clan who has suffered most from the machinations of Quan Chi . I assembled my PreCure team and teamed up with the Shirai Ryu to hunt Quan Chi down with our combined resources . What does Quan Chi want by kidnapping my daughter? I do not know. But when we corner him, I will show him that the Netherrealm hath no fury than a mother scorned!"

#mortal kombat #hugtto precure #hana nono #cure yell #mortal kombat 11 #guest kombatant