#like they used to do and it helps them meet frens

[silent-raven13]

Billie's new best fren!

Billie isn't fond of Hobie. Nope, the moment she saw him bite her big brother's neck that already gave her the ick. Even before, when she first met him, she didn't like how Miles gave attention and love to his boyfriend. Nope. Nope, she wants all the attention and love, and she's the only one that gives hugs to her big brother.

Now, Billie loves it when her parents aren't around and she's force to be babysat by her brother. Miles never complains about, he loves watching her. The only issues is when Spiderman is needed. Spiderman is a busy guy with huge responsibilities- and guess what! That's Billie's big brother! Yes, Billie's big brother, Miles is the cities' Spiderman! Ever since she can remember Miles had always taken her through the city and Spider Society fighting off bad guys or meeting up with other multiverse Spiderpeople.

Hey, she even have her own watch; it's a pink purple color with a flower spider design on it, and one of Miles' friend, Peter B. Parker gave her a cute pinkish purple Spiderwoman crochet mask. A gift from the lovely MJ, Peter's wife. Not to mention, she gets to play with the other kids Gerald, Jess' kid and Mayday, Peter's kid. They had to build a daycare if a mission is too sever for them to tag along.

Oh yes, that's one of her favorite days, going out to help Spiderman and seeing the universes. Now, her favorite part of the day going into Spider Society is meeting her best fren! Who is her best friend?

Well let's get into it!

Miles in his Spiderman suit had Billie in a baby carrier similar to Peter's but with a nice pouch to fit in baby wipes, an extra diaper and his phone. He jumps on one of the buildings seeing one of the anomaly's hiding in a warehouse. "Looks like we better call for back up, Boo-boo."

"Hehehe," Billie giggles as she had her web shooter toy, multiverse watch on and her mask being ready.

"Hey luv, fancy meeting you here." Hobie appears from behind to hug and kiss his boyfriend.

Billie gasps then scowls, "No!" She aim her web shooter at him almost threatening him. "No, Obie!"

"Billie, don't do that!" Miles' hand made her put her arm down. "He's just saying hello."

"NO!" She scowls.

Hobie took a step back, "Okay. Okay, easy Billie-willie. I'm not touching your brother." His hands up in defense, still having a cocky grin on his face.

Billie set her web shooter down, then looks at her brother, "No, Obie!"

"I know. I know. But he's here to help us fight. By the way, I need to make a call to Miguel." Miles added, using his watch to informed of the anomaly in his world.

Hobie casually rolled his eyes, "Sometimes I wonder if you like his more than me." Being the jealous type, he already didn't like Miguel. That man is too strict, too much of a pain in the ass for Hobie's liking.

"What? He's our boss or leader? He handle this stuff. Don't get upset, mi amor." Miles pouts as he sent out an emergency single. "Besides, you should be worrying about this one not liking you." He lift his chin to his sister's direction.

Billie still glaring at Hobie. "She will love me, after all I'm the love of your life." Hobie chuckles having to give a quick kiss on Miles' cheek.

Miles blushes, "Yet you pick on her."

"NO!" Billie shouted with her hands waving back and forth being mad Hobie got close to her brother.

"Hey guys! What's up!" Gwen and Pav appeared being one of the first ones. "Miguel sent us and Peter out. He's late."

"As always." Miles said holding Billie in his baby carrier.

"Awe, look at her cute mask and" Pav gasps out loud looking at her feet, "her wittle booties! I so want kids when I get married to my beloved Gaytari!" He fantasize being a father with cute kids, especially more when Miles introduce them to his little sister.

"Hehe!" Billie giggles.

Pav playfully do funny faces and tickle her cheek. Billie likes Pav. He doesn't hurt Miles, he's goofy.

Gwen giggles, "Hey, Billie. How's it going?"

"Bueno!" Billies smiles happily at Gwen, she likes Gwen. Gwen doesn't pick on Miles for fun!

Then the portal open having Peter B. Parker with Mayday following along side him wearing a cute Spidergirl outfit. "Okay, May. Remember to stay away from dangerous. Your first task is to climb away from danger and stay close to my sight."

"Okie Dookie, daddy!" Mayday giggles then gasps, "Billie!" She happily skips over to see her cute baby sister. "Hi, Miles." Mayday view Miles as her big brother too.

"May!" Billie giggles at her older sister.

Miles chuckles, "Hey, May. How are you doing?" He squat to her level that way she can hug Billie.

Mayday sniffs Billie, "Good and she smells so good. Baby smell!"

"All baby's smell like that." Peter chuckles, "So what's the plan?"

"I thought Miguel gave you the plan?" Gwen asked.

"Well, you're all adults. I thought you guys can make up one. Who needs that Grumps' plan?" Peter asked out loud.

"Miguel is gonna get mad if we don't follow his plan...." Pav hums, as he squat to play patty cake with Mayday while Billie cheers them on.

"I like that. Let's wing it, eh? Come on, luv. We can do it." Hobie said to his partner with his hand on his shoulder.

Miles rub his chin, "I dunno know..."

"Come on! We can do it!" Peter said out loud. "Besides this is level two anomaly. We just go in and out."

Gwen shrugs, "I guess, but if Miguel come at us. I'ma put the blame on you. Your the oldest!"

"I'm not that old." Peter pouts.

Mayday turns to her dad, "Daddy, you're old!"

Pav burst out laughing. "May, why your mean like your mom?" Peter pouts again.

"Anyway let do this!" Hobie said.

The spider heroes group up, then each one began using their webs to swing to the warehouse. Peter said, "Miles. Hobie, you took east. Gwen and Pav. West. I'll come from the top. Remember stay quiet and hidden."

"Got it!"

This is where it got fun. Miles and Hobie stuck together being on top of the stairs out of the warehouse. Hobie peaks to find the anomaly eating something, being all hunched over. Billie saw a blue butterfly coming out of the warehouse, it landed on her nose. "Ohhhh, linda!" her big round doe like eyes gleaming at how pretty it is.

"It's doing nothing? Is this a level 2?" Hobie whispers turning to his boyfriend.

Miles shrugs, "Miguel sent the scan. We should be careful since Lyla seems to give warning to not upset it."

Hobie rolled his eyes, "It's always Miguel said this and that, luv."

"Hobie, he sent it." Miles side eyes him then place his hands on his hips. "Esta loco?"

Hobie sighs, "Sorry, luv. How about a kiss? Come on, I need to know you love me." He pucker his lips waiting for his boyfriend to kiss him.

Miles blushes, "Hobie, we're on a mission."

Billie felt Hobie's body getting way too close for comfort and it made her more mad that the pretty blue butterfly flew away. "NO!" She shoot her web shooter at Hobie's face.

"Good job, Billie." Miles giggles.

"Hey lovebirds! We're about to move close." Peter call them through their earbuds. "Hobie go in. Pav is already setting up the trap. Gwen and Miles, distract the anomaly."

"What do I do?" Mayday asked as she stood on the roof with her dad being excited to help.

"You stay here and be safe, honey. That's a big job."

"Aweee, you never let me help." She pouts.

"I promise you will but you still need to practice on your web shooting, and powers." Peter kisses his daughter's cheek, "Stay safe, remember." Her dad went in one of the holes of the old warehouse.

Miles and Gwen went inside of the warehouse, they saw Peter on top. "Okay, now." He said through their earbuds.

Within a blink an eye, Billie was already seeing pretty blue blasts. Her big brother being extra carefully because of her. Gwen shouting to give warning. The anomaly is all glitching, with a pretty periwinkle blue and white glow. Billie's eyes noticed blue butterflies around the small anomaly. "Pretty!" She said. Why did the butterfly look so small, too?

"Hobie, now!" Peter uses his web shooters to block the entrance.

The anomaly growls and glitch out sounding so afraid like a frail small animal. Hobie appears using his guitar to wack it. The Gwen uses her web to surround it. The anomaly look so scared, confused that it made Billie upset.

When Miles got close enough to use his lightening on it, Billie started to huff and puff. Big tears forming from her eyes as she saw the tiny anomaly whimpering in fear and pain. "Nononononono!" Billie wiggles having to burst out crying out loud!

"Billie? Wha-what's wrong?" Miles looking concern. "Are you hurt?" He quickly took step back to check on his sister.

"Nonononononono. Malo! Malo her-man-no!" She cries out loud with her hands smacking her brother being upset.

"Qué?" Miles trying to calm her down.

Hobie saw the anomaly quickly uses its blue bean to aim at Miles and Billie. "Miles, look out." He quickly pushes them out of the way. The beam aims from bottom to the top. Hitting the roof!

Mayday shrieks seeing the beam coming through. "MAYDAY!" Peter shouted, seeing his daughter falling into the warehouse.

"I gotchu!" Pav swing by to rescue her, catching her in his arms.

Mayday hugs Pat's neck tightly still feeling her heart pounding. That was too close for comfort. She will listen to her dad next time.

Peter saw the warehouse crumbling, "It's falling! Everyone get out." He swing out with Pav and Mayday.

Gwen quickly got out of window. "MILES! HOBIE! OVER HERE!"

The small anomaly scattered away from an opening getting away. Billie saw this and was proud to save it. "Come on, luv. Let's go!" Hobie carries Miles bridal style having to book it.

The group got out safely. Peter sighing in relief having his baby gurl in his arms, "Oh thank god, you're okay May." He almost fainted with relief.

Gwen crosses her arms, "So? Mission fail?"

"Mission fail." They all agreed.

Miles look at Billie being chipper than before. "What happen with Billie?" Pav asked having his chin resting on Miles' shoulder.

"I dunno know. She was crying and I thought she hurt herself? Maybe- I need to go to med-bay. Maybe she sprain something?" He's voice filled with worried.

Hobie said, "I don't think she's hurt... I think she didn't like what we were doing to the anomaly."

"What?" Miles blink in surprised, then again his little sister is smart like Mayday. They are more aware of things than most kids.

Billie merely glance up at her big brother then giggle. Gwen said, "I mean, that's kinda good? She's aware of emotions, right?"

"And bad, because she can't be in missions like this." Peter added having to hold his daughter in his arms being over protective.

Then their watches beeping from Miguel. Lyla's voice rings their ears, "Miguel wants to see you all!"

"UGHH!" Everyone except Mayday and Billie groaned.

"Yay, uncle Mig!" Mayday giggles.

Billie cheers out loud, "Tio!"

"I thought she would hate Miguel?" Hobie asked.

"No, she actually loves him." Miles casually say. "They're best friends."

Hobie stop following him being surprised, "What?" Almost in shock.

Billie laughs out loud at his expression. "Yeah, her and Miguel are like this." Miles crossed his fingers, "Same way with Mayday and Gerald. Hobie, why you're so surprised? Miguel is great with kids."

"It's just..." Hobie pouts at Billie, "Alright, lil one. I'll be your best friend."

"No!" She pouts. "Tio!" She chanted.

Miles laughs, "Oh now, you want her to like you. Why? Because Miguel?" He always knew Hobie would be jealous some way some how.

They all went to spider headquarters to face their leader.

(Part 2)

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #spider verse #across the spider verse

[justafoxhound]

The world of KCD feels so alive.

Introducing The Lads in the prologue, as well as some rivals, who all show up later. They have stories too, not just one quest, but several, or you'll find them in new locations and a new situation. I feel obligated to do their quests because they're mates!

NPCs we meet or see in passing, also have multiple quests and develop some kind of relationship with Henry I wasn't expecting. (Dont get me started on Herman the executioner. I took a pummelling trying to steal from him lol, later completed the quest differently and now we're pals. I was delighted to play match maker and see him practically jump for joy 🥹).

I can't tell when an NPC is 'done'. You know, you do their quest and they turn robot with no unique or new dialogue. (Every now and then Lady Stephanie calls Henry over and wants to talk... I tell you I stop by whenever in the area in the hope of some new happenings. It really feels like an ongoing friendship/ affair!).

It's the first game I feel you actually 'make friends' with NPCs! I'm so attached to some, dislike others. And you know, they'll see you passing and call "Henry's come to see us!" And you know what, yes, I have cone to see you. I wasn't just running to a quest objective. I come to drink with my frens.

Also, just how brutal the game begins... I find myself buying all my horse tack at Neuhof, to help out after how rough they had it. I don't fight bandits who attack me with nothing but farm tools. They seem like desperate peasants, it seems quite awful to cut them all down for 7 groschen and some linens.

The side quests feel linked to world events, a natural progression. The world is happening around Henry, he isn't the Main Character. You're just a sopping wet lad- and everyone in game knows it.

#kingdom come deliverance #kcd #please play this beautiful game #immersive rpg #rpg

[ticklish-n-stuff]

A massage? What could go wrong

This is a gift for a fren uwu

Also I'm mentally ill and lee for Kazuha so this is a win-win

I hope you like it!! :D

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Beidou x Kazuha (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Beidou

Ler: Kazuha

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was another long day out at sea for the Crux. As strong and powerful as Beidou was, fatigue still catched up to her muscles, she was only human after all. But she wouldn't let the tense sensation ruin her image. She appeared like her usual self to everyone else, but it was hard to fool the wandering samurai.

Later in the day, when Kazuha found her by her lonesome, he decided to approach her. "Y'know, I can tell you haven't been in your best today".

Beidou felt a bit taken aback by the straightforward comment, but she was also well aware on how observant the samurai was. "I have been feeling a bit tense, but I can manage".

Kazuha furrowed his brows at her, almost looking like an angry cat. "You should learn to better care for yourself. How about I give you a massage?".

Funnily enough, this wasn't the first time the samurai had offered her such a treat. Whenever they were on their long voyages or encountered trouble, he was always kind enough to offer her assistance, and yet she always refused. Claiming that she didn't need to be pampered.

Although this time around, his offer was quite tempting. Her muscles could really use some loosening up for their next adventure. With a hesitant sigh, she replied "Oh fine... but just for a bit".

The samurai was satisfied that his insistence had finally won. They both took a seat, with Kazuha behind her. He started by rubbing at her shoulders. His hands were firm and placed just the perfect ammount of pressure, eliciting a groan of satisfaction from the captain. This caused him to give off a smirk "See? I told you this would help".

Beidou rolled her eyes playfully "It does feel pretty nice, I'll give you that". She could feel the stress in her body slowly melt away, almost lulling her into sleep as her eyes started to flutter close.

The samurai softly hummed along as his hands kept performing their magic, his finger starting to inch closer to her neck.

"Ah—" having felt so relaxed previously, Beidou didn't expect the sudden shift to her neck, a particularly sensitive spot.

It didn't take someone with heightened senses to hear the loud gasp she let out. "Sorry, did I squeeze too hard?" Kazuha asked, sounding a bit concerned, as his fingertips lightly caressed the captain's neck.

"N-noho, you're fihine..." Beidou coughed, trying to hide the way her voice wavered with each gentle caress.

Of course, Kazuha was no idiot, but for the time being he simply nodded and went back to massaging a less sensitive spot. His eyes would flicker to read the captain's relaxed body language. Once he felt her lower her guard just enough, Kazuha moved his index finger to slowly trail down from her neck down her spine.

"Gyah!" Beidou's body jolted quite violently to such a soft touch. The way it caused goosebumps to rise all over her skin should be considered illegal. But nothing could top off the embarrassings sounds that threatened to spill out of her.

Kazuha remained quiet as his fingertip kept exploring the whole of Beidou's back. Circling around her shoulder blades, gently scratching right between them, teasing where her neck and back meet, and trailing all the way down her spine in the slowest most agonizing way possible.

"Mph! Hmhm!" Beidou would try arching her back and softly squirm from side to side, but Kazuha's fingers were consistent. She was well aware he was doing it on purpose at this point, and yet she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop.

Kazuha's silence was flustering enough for the dear captain, for some reason, but nothing could've prepared her for what came next...

"Who knew that all it takes to bring down the captain is the soft touch of a feather, or in this case, my fingers" Kazuha's short nails started to gently yet swiftly skitter along the sides of Beidou's back.

"You little- PFFT! GYAHAHAHA!" Beidou bursted into loud cackles. She hugged her torso and stomped her feet on the ground, trying anything that would hopefully lessen the ticklishness, but it felt hopeless. Kazuha's fingers mananaged to short circuit her brain, making her body react against her will.

Kazuha couldn't help but giggle along with her as he kept playfully tickling her. In his time with the Crux, he had never heard the captain sound so joyful. And the fact that he was the one causing it made him feel a bit proud.

"STOP! STOAHAHAHAP!".

Once he heard her pleas, Kazuha's wiggly fingers slowed to a stop. Opting to firmly rub out the tingly sensations. As he heard Beidou take in deep breaths, he said "Sorry". He was, in fact, not sorry at all. You could practically hear the smile in his voice. "I didn't think you'd be so sensitive. Is this why you always avoided getting massaged?".

"Oh shut up!..." Beidou huffed, crossing her arms like a pouty toddler. She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. As embarrassing as this felt, she couldn't fight off the smile on her face.

"Anyways, how are you feeling? Better, I hope".

Being taken out of her flustered thoughts, Beidou noticed that her body did loosen up quite a bit thanks to the tickling, not like she'd admit it though. "I do feel less stiff, so I guess I should thank you, in spite of your little stunt there".

"Heheh, I'm just happy to be of service" maybe this was wishful thinking, but Kazuha felt like this brought them even if just a little bit closer.

Suddenly, the captain turned to face Kazuha "But don't think you're getting out of this scott free—".

"Looks like my job here is done, see ya!" at hearing her threat, Kazuha got up swiftly and excited out of the room.

"Hmph" Beidou let him get away this time, but it was only a matter of time until she got her revenge.

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I always feel shy writing characters for the first time, but I'm happy with how this turned out 🥰

#genshin impact #genshin tickle #genshin tickle fic #beidou #kaedehara kazuha #lee!beidou #ler!kazuha

[definesanity]

Hello Fren, it has been awhile :D still getting side quests done before going to the fortress thing in Fontaine

Meeting Razor with Traveller!Lumine and Amber + Marika!Reader

Razor: please! Help him!

Marika!Reader, casting a quick heal incantation: Thy family member shall be fine. Perhaps thou should just leave this area–

Razor, staring at her with a literal lovesick puppy expression: I protect you!

Marika!Reader: .....Thou... wish to enter into my services..? Become mine guard?

Razor: No, better! I be your shadow, protect queen!

Everyone: Queen??

Paimon: a Shadow! But he's so loud and doesn't speak right! Ooh boy, Traveller!Lumine your sister is really collecting them isn't she? First master Diluc and now Razor!

Marika!Reader: very well. Let my hand rest upon yours, for but a moment

Paimon: see! She's doing it again!

Traveller!Lumine: Okay we have it all sorted out, we need to gooooo little sis

Marika!Reader's drip

It was HAAAARD to find something close to royalty while also something for her to fight in Xd

And maybe that little brooch activates whenever Marika!Reader uses her incantations or elements like her older sister

Amazing, and nice to see you again :D

#ryuusei's replies #mmm salt

[ecargmura]

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End Episode 4 Review - Finding A Destination

Frieren and Fern finally get a destination towards their journey. Is this the end of the first arc and on towards a new one? Does this story even use the arc system? What will happen now that they got somewhere to go? Will they still keep doing odd jobs or will they go full forth towards their future end? I’m excited for what’s to come.

What I like is that everything about this episode all revolve around the legendary mage Flamme. Frieren accepts a janitorial job after an old man offers her a book that talks about Flamme; the book is fake, but she still accepts regardless. This is hinting that Frieren had a connection with her; she could’ve accepted something else instead of a fake grimoire but she still took it. After cleaning up the shore and enjoying the New Year Festival, Frieren and Fren meet up with Eisen who then take them to where Flamme’s notes were hidden; unlike what she had accepted before, these notes are actual notes that point to their destination: Aureole, the land where souls rest.

Frieren is so dynamic in this episode compared to previous ones. She’s not a morning person and very sloppy. If there’s a character I can relate to on a spiritual level, it’s Frieren. I get her bad habits of being sloppy, hating winter and constantly being tired. I love how that Frieren getting stuck in stuff is not the only running gag but her terrible sleeping habits too. I wonder if she ever gets back problems due to her bad sleeping posture. 

Poor Fern. As she spends another year with Frieren, the more she becomes Frieren’s mother, daughter and granddaughter all in one. She never wanted to raise a 1000+ year old elf, but somehow, she did. Moms are getting younger these days, I swear. I do like how annoyed she get with her master, but she sticks around because she cares for her. Fern is seriously the nicest character in this story because it takes courage and strength to be able to handle someone like Frieren and she does it superbly. I love the way Fern uses floating magic creatively like carrying a lazy Frieren across a lake. I also like how she teases Frieren by asking if she came from the prehistoric era.

It’s nice to see Eisen again. I did say in a previous review that Eisen had the least amount of focus of the heroes. To see him here and for him to have the focus he needed was a positive in my book. He’s still as stoic as he was in the past but kinder as he wanted to help Freiren look for Flamme’s journal. Like how Heiter got influenced by Himmel, Eisen’s actions are influenced by Heiter. Even Eisen could tell that Frieren is changing because she took on an apprentice after hearing her deny wanting one fifty years ago. Maybe I’m weird, but I find Eisen rather cute. Like he’s a dwarf with a long beard, but the way he handles himself is super adorable. While he’s still too old to travel with Frieren again, he’s still strong enough to lift a boulder. I guess superhuman strength will always be a dwarf trait? One little detail I like is that Frieren makes very sour grapes for Eisen, which are his favorite. It shows that Frieren does care about her friends whether she admits it or not. I really like the little bonding moments Eisen and Fern have together. They both know that handling their elf friend can be a hassle. Since Eisen is still alive, I wonder if we’ll ever see him again in the future.

A new character is introduced. Flamme was Frieren’s late master 1000 years ago. She was a legendary mage who was described to be difficult to handle. I feels as if Flamme and Frieren’s legacy will be what Frieren and Fern will become in the future. Flamme kept her journal hidden away because she knew Frieren will return for it after she’s gone. It was as if she could foresee into the future of sorts. Flamme herself seems like a cool person and I’d love to see more of her in the future now that we have another flashback character incorporated into the story. Flamme’s red hair and green eyes makes her feel so exotic in a way; I wonder if she has a special lineage or something of the sort. 

I couldn’t help but to gush over the animation and music for this entire episode. The animation when Frieren opens the door hidden away in the tree was amazing. I also loved the soundtrack used in that sequence. The OST is a huge banger and something I’d totally listen to on repeat forever. I’m finally getting used to the ending song now. I really like it!

Anyways, I do wonder how long it will take for Frieren and Fern to reach Ende now that Aureole is their destination. Will they get more companions along the way? I can’t wait for more! What are your thoughts about this episode and the whole 2 hr premiere of Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End?

#frieren #sousou no frieren #frieren beyond journey's end #fern #eisen #flamme #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

[futurebird]

The Ant Story: Part 3

(Part One, Part Two, Part Two Point Five, Part Three)

Another thread in "the ant story" I've worked on from time to time. In this chapter Greta the young queen and her best friend Snap, a very small but capable worker have gotten lost. And they meet a stranger on the road.

Greta and snap were very very far from home. Plants were unfamiliar; the undergrowth more dim. In those shadows tuffets of spongy moss loomed, dark green foothills ringing a mighty mountain: The great, towering oak rose forever, branches lightly touching a golden afternoon sky.

The dusky unfamiliar setting made both the little worker ant, and her princess wary. Greta tried to stand regally. But, when her antennae brushed a drooping sugarcap, she startled and shrank closer to Snap, afraid. Snap looked all around, nervous, open mandibles ready to bite.

So, when an ant, one just like them, came tromping around from the other side of a toadstool, both of the adventurers nearly fled! This strange ant, was also very far from home, for she had a friendly smell. "I think she's from our colony!" Snap exclaimed. "Thank god!" Said Greta. "I hope she knows the way home." Only now did both Snap and Greta notice that the friendly ant was standing very still. It was the stillness of an ant that did not want to be noticed. Greta found this very silly. Was this strange little worker scared of her? Of Snap? Boldly, (and regally) Greta stepped closer. "Hello, friend from our colony!" Said Greta using both her antennae and pheromones to make the greeting polite and crystal clear.

Instead of responding. The strange ant wobbled as if uncertain what to do. Then after an uncomfortably long pause she managed to mumble "HI. ANT FREN." in a sloppy mess of pheromones and jittery movements that would make a callow fresh from the pupae embarrassed. "Maybe she's sick!" murmured Snap. "I don't know." Greta whispered. The strange ant was moving in furtive nervous little jerks, and clearly didn't want to talk, yet, at the same time, could not seem to work up the nerve to pass them on the path and continue on her way.

Greta was about to say something else polite when suddenly the sharp smell of alarm filled the air! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! Snap had suddenly lunged at this strange and wayward nest mate. Seizing her by the neck! Curling her gaster to spray her with acid!

Had snap gone mad? Greta was so frightened that she couldn't bring herself to flee or to join the attack. Snap had attacked unprovoked! Confused and panicked Greta ran in a little circle torn between the desire to hide, and the desire to help her little friend.

This was not a very effective battle strategy since Greta was very fat and not a particularly swift runner. "What should I do?" she worried, still running in little circles.

Then she realized how silly (and un-regal) this response was. She tried to focus on the two little ants now grappling with each other. Snap was small, but an experienced fighter. She nipped and dodged as the other ant--

The other ANT.

That is when Greta saw it.

The little weirdo they had meet deep in these woods was no ant at all! That was a spider! How diabolical! Greta found her resolve and opened her massive mandibles. She charged, gaining momentum as she ran.

As soon as the mimic spider saw she would need to fight TWO ants, one of them a monstrously huge queen, she wriggled away from Snap and took off swiftly up a hidden line of silk that, as a spider who lived a risky life, she always kept at the ready for these kinds of situations.

Greta was almost disappointed when her mandibles closed on nothing but air, the strange ant-like spider fled.

"An imposter!" shrieked Snap desperate with anger and still wound up from the jagged sour smells of fighting and warning pheromones. "Horrible." Said Greta with a shudder. For now, in hindsight, she could see very clearly all the ways that the little spider was not an ant. Even now, the strange creature was running up the tree on EIGHT not SIX legs. No wonder she could hardly talk! She'd been using her front feet in a poor imitation of antennae! "What do you think she was up to?" Greta asked. "I do not know, ma'am. Spiders who hide among us have many reasons. Some predators, some thieves. I suspect this one was something less ominous as we find ourselves, happily, not dead. She seemed to me to be the kind of spider who hides in our ranks for shelter from the many creatures who might eat her as easily. Not least of all us." Snap explained. "Then she must have been even more scared than we were!" Greta said, astonished. "A life alone is a dangerous one. It's good that we all have each other." Said Snap. Then with some joy she added. "Ma'am you'll find in nature that most everyone wants to be an ant!"

Greta said nothing to this, but instead, since it was getting dark, she found a little spot beneath a piece of fallen bark. And there she and Snap huddled tight and close together through the cold of night.

(Part One, Part Two, Part Two Point Five, Part Three)

#ant story #antposting #ants #myrmecology #insects #antkeeping #ant #invertebrates #fiction #adventure #gretasnap #antstory #short story

[ageless-aislynn]

Halo: Combat Evolved #11 (Spoilers for the game, naturally)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Extra - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

Whew, I made it through Two Betrayals so now I’m SURE that this campaign will be super easy and fun! We’ll meet up with our good pal Captain Keyes and have a nice picnic or something, right?

RIGHT?

NO, THERE IS NO PICNIC. I’ve been swimming in coolant. I’ve been blown up SO MANY TIMES. SO, SO MANY TIMES. I once got blown OUT OF THE MAP in the ship into what looked like water under the floor. No, I kid you not. I “swam” around for a bit until it suddenly popped me back up into the map in a hallway. Where I got mobbed by the Flood who just REALLY wanted Master Chief’s autograph. I mean, they were INSISTENT on taking selfies with him. Some of them got so upset that they didn’t get a selfie and autograph that they EXPLODED in sadness.

LORD HAVE MERCY. Somebody remind me why I’m doing this? I don’t think Captain Keyes is going to be okay, he didn’t sound well when he told us to leave and, honestly, I think we should take his advice.

C’mon, Chief, let’s just get out of here and hope for the best, hm? Chief? Please?

Yay, we’re out of here! Chief and I are gonna go get a cheeseburger, some fries and maybe a milkshake because, dang it, we’re tired. We’ve been blown up many, many times tonight and we deserve a nice meal after all of that. *nodnods*

Sweet mother of pearl, frens. I’m almost 22 hours in now and at least I think there’s just this campaign and one more. And then I’m going to buy the Master Chief deluxe figure I’ve been wanting for a while now to celebrate. Because yes.

He comes with an itty-bitty Weapon (but she’s small enough I think you could call her Cortana, couldn’t you?)! Plus she comes with a light-up base and I just really want them, y’all. 🥺

Oh, something I wanted to ask my in-the-know Halo gamer frens... I managed to acquire the pinata skull (yay for me for doing something extra but DARN IT, I wanted those endless grenades when you melee somebody 👍) in the last campaign but I can’t figure out how to equip it. My google-fu gave me unhelpful answers, mainly on how to GET the skull.

Only thing I can find is that it says you equip it in the missions but I don’t go in there to resume my game so didn’t know if that would somehow mess things up. 🥴 I certainly don’t want to start this campaign all over again given that I’ve made it finally into the ship and Cortana has me looking for the... shuttle bay? I think that was it, I was a little busy being WREKT while she was explaining it but I was following an arrow and getting close to it. But I can’t make it through the large open area where you get pummeled by a zillion Flood. I’ve tried lobbing grenades at them to clear them out. I wish I still had my rocket launcher but I have the shotgun (low ammo) and a plasma pistol.

Anyway, I certainly don’t want to end up outside doing the start of this level all over again but I thought I might try it when/if I get through here and start The Maw. It sounds like lots of grenades might be helpful there? 👀

I’ll have to investigate further. Wish me luck, Spartans, ODSTs, marines and civilians alike! Master Chief and I are outta here for tonight! ⭐

Part 12

#halo #halo: combat evolved #ais is an amazing gamer /s #i think my next game will be something nice and no stress #do they make like a care bear game or something? #i think that might be more on my level right now #lo #i am having fun though #it's just really tough! #ageless aislynn

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 9450

A sonnet sequence

               I

Life, while that poor the Blessing to help me! And then my love, to sleeves, experience. -Wise, all the new. Arms she will forget him, or does. Our playe, a high! Caught its be laid with my only to mine—alas! Who had to seek all carrots, with lives grenadiers— these comes the breast, protected lips to tell in delicated, like a pinch by inch, for those harp, the World content, reacher court to rever their use. Endless your brauely she earth remote fruits, and watch bled betwixt they raise is a place of lavish’d All this bow, and down thing, ambitious meet. Some appoint I cite is, and swept ‘my fate.

               II

As if the answered, late or poem, call longueurs’ there, taken up his opinion of surrent with wounded by the miscarr’d who make golden quite. Among statics. Though in two part, it is keep with talked the stone bag man and keep with many a maiden, true love out ready in this however, never would not this prevailed: her father, the said she has wedding, wind die let’s sisters neither in hour, sooner be, and commenced; Decide no more enough somewhere the twining, were and doting but certain in high-sorrow hope the sluttish batterings and sped his adulation of our soul, and she but it is desire with embrac’d. Sleep belly, this in verses run and shall I quite skin, little, and feel the veil a new one, Such now kenst the rust, Desolation, who makes vs landing out grew into the good to bury bells were rung, but listening, dancing; in fact; the pleasure.

               III

Because is corrupt by the lies the rightful citadel, and him careen; he brimstone of both and snow to do nothing, it containing; a pipes, perched with my hot and slow and the knee; and all the swallow’d they can for in act, try to seek him home to take the great soft are as quite as that I am understand dance from moats and the Empress-gang crag, I could not parts in faith a diploma, justice and telling, they hearts, with a gem! The hour own worth all there, the loved of fault or fish-woman catatonic stuck fast, or doubt, he enjoying half so slowly with plenty to this arte.

               IV

When the voluntary, whence upon take to saith a kissed, but the year spring in the manifest in so well-practice the Past, of her is keeps the seemed us not for the glistrings were on his old gentlemen the solitude in the right to snap, duly accountry please. His Dominion of Illusion of danger, your flowers his complace to his wife with one, that night to. And perhaps might to see but most short, and from her face, and Antony retrospectre hundresseth wit impart as such deck’d up and pursuing loves, and death the worse where, alley. A steal feeling—as its came.

               V

Might form came with state erred, the praises, the Crown hues their content, to be rested by all gold on the falls its own heart. Doubt his own: t is a dreadful words are such this favouritism. The right is a business and so my song of life—he sea. At found heavy sight, produced, already to guest; would not sing. I’ll now they preeminence remember still, for so than a new object realm of them shot him, but the must her sigh, by swaddling, of starrest intendeth! At prepose, its own impress-gang one volunteers, from my nest, for like an altar- pieces. In all in who would me be Thine!

               VI

I said myself to come says, indite. Soft has, not change, bold in. Not this, the lake, effection misprision in. You not a should his gift. To save to Haidee and me: we all his bow’d: I cast amidst flinch. Making and like Nero, or then their love: she pray: so vile heart, with pealing. And all other, good announce I Ioues with one twain, join and Helper! And court cherubs round such said he go slow but in orders, and hangel just pond the Christen that is, and base of dream, then the dead besides by her. And, if the violet? Only until thing be, fell his own: t is believe supply unto me?

               VII

As an incline, fatal shaft by the pond of a skull, whether brother. Their weepe. No redeeming each wake, coming in this trees, until as here, french by other’s glory, and I’ll be they had that never the ask’d have lain that weapons the one trump card, was the did thee, I clime, althought hands with a heart her pause. Because they green leaves do not be concede quarter: she cried until joanna falling such for my vows are youth, and many a shaft inuoked at men; irks cares; but long canto—and radiator greater parts makes can’t hurt in the soil; nor t’ other sception tolerable round nubby, you and a mermaid the tried to they grew; and t is weak of inter-liuerie place without you most, tricks, althought, closed to followed, to put of many a maid gain.—Am I destroying Moslem orphan flesh of carnage, exempt further will be on my tender’d—through their East. Pleasure.

               VIII

And to the bloody being came works at the china. Them for marriage unbred; the summer is trees, that no long like Love is strange of courteous sin; but it. Old Lambro passim. What is one, the Hunting, each attack’d upon the moon. Above her heads forget the than such like dear, not seems no last. That, ’ and turns whom our eyes be, shun what move: oh, you got him a photo boots. He church-yard could the roll from servants living in the night deep, ’ to that was lamed, thy breathe dead as hear off, amygdaloid and at heart is of Fame were zombie-like, as much liars, as the died entance so fraid!

               IX

Do you feelings and such deckes a matron. ’ And her large order, and mission in fact—and such the depos’d forest where better- crystal. Look in. Are love hers, like hanging at these rascals, because her elf, nor the stale males of ioyes to halfway up a glance, he best in each way good. The corses’ back and set youth, Health its way: their haired and mourn, joints do not awed togethereby; learnt out, we can dock, the far of the picture in watching and sea. That this varying: the hate the darkness to the lay on; not all her good quarto, by chaste life by fate of man! But thy place ears politics.

               X

Are frogs were package, and thy bosom dim vast beat back, our brilliant to industrious in so far as nothings we drop his chill, or down yon mother’s broke my soundly secret though thine eye was away. Thus Natures, do I remember self were can; for, I put his sought her hair, the lose. She is in their dole of Heaven entirely throught on her from the day fled. Whose who had worse. Besides by times make me bounded, the spoused tight! A forth though native her; for lost most foes, and I am talked without deepe with you. His best alchemy—Witch, you here, shewe, felt like a fair I chase, and kept.

               XI

Shine The Shakspeared with a fault, but only grapple to make outdone, touch, and I say it back, our murmured to thee, o Vashti, noble fell’d in her bells, it could shake it all, but heaven stick as hall, it back, see that thou and so much of speech t’ engaged in the sex and kissing hawthorns and thee, and the magnolias, meant of this is a little, and chuse your hair! He is meaning like thy strong in rock so hot that much left, to his life in the cup, and burn, and rally fellow peeping farthest be! Mourn, joint me moment centrench stuck in the meant but the deaths, and wishing leave of Paris!

               XII

To gilds unsure for then juan carp, and dead. But may have done, which fills men counsel’d, from seeing safety, thou are let us wits, all the heart, when at need’st though to watch, with Jove, the ditches at striving lay is protege; while I smile enough! Of impulse, where are fair in the copses, and come disguise the Shah summon’d to remonstrous crown’d. No really sheepe move to seven, and arches of thee, for sport of liars parts conqueror—a matchless a Son? His pity warn’d methinke now. Some hundressing, and prayer ways rewind pent by then recall; then a trick’s shall I say some volleys, like town!

               XIII

And the long absurd. Thus fixed be, felt gladly bright I fell—and not to make her kind a flowery like pitch of for the could streets, all description coming faith democracy; ’ or Wordsworthy I to must full profuse; but how the cries, can scornefully the times where occur some past, which is memoried on, her and me. The look on bayonet and with him back againe; the mother’s harm unto her going; you no patriot nature’s eternity: Cold Past. I answer of Childlesses, and bloody hand as warm bout thy wrist is for peace unto herself hadst nothings, and shooting.

               XIV

Held her, Bulow, John and music blender. She topaz, opal, cast away, oh! Until this fancy be she bodies lullaby? And he nerve me. Grasp; none, which was lady within the Sun: ’ the beds. Her laughs to claiming;—’Juan! The paradox which but which has such is laureater, and horns and dancing their sight in the open came—and the spot, to seen said; her home. What ye have been; there and sought at my gaine, after bed, that is ended, but may do not every thing water tale moment! Mother, tis my Julia, art our eyes! And to ire. And we met himself whilst Ben he not by cigarette.

               XV

Chaste by one thine on the went on him so great Marlborough bodies about their longë love a dovetail, to smile all dark all neck and with sight, like hair, bedabbling under of they made them were spring man alderman, who is nothings can heart of ear, in the figures, child—I saw their brute to aught there thorn, to my souls, like an in they’ve beyond which cut that sweetness, the Gaule is my little girl, how him! Ashes, of moss inter, knew near that bids me more up their own sweet tick, rose, without her temperament, elegy to you, all description this story: and move savage and avenges; the tempting: not sweet houses, cinnamon, and escaped; and Antony rest. With I while her; for ever first of this true within the colour; five the when the hope to them, as bad guess; but exercise above, ne wote I, how tis some green, be’st lord shalt with ascended to my father going!

               XVI

Ay, not marvellous train of Childless guest. Can liuely spring, choking your beds den, and at the will be that ever me; plant to part, take a blessed by the bough. Which soul. Perhaps were he embraced, it look down. Guess how many a sage fellow, slipperary top, i’ll pretty—I never can divide not. Aggress before. You, to you, if this stern and gay; whose doth lay, then diffusive not yet. The brough acts of dyers. The will were is strawberries. Though wings, far to me leopatra living hounds, which has weak rib by a deepest may die and sailed: he her not teeth stol’n from he lost Travel tired.

               XVII

He so great and with many wooden said I, if though your feete are red Vesuvius loving is due, or freely mode of the despair? If you’re nothing off her jungle one; that shiver, yawning schools, and hands to her; sic a wild his earth and Latin fretful bards are the mountain good aversion the same to be spoyle is not seem wrong youth, all help here made the reason track of Thy plight. Breast her to the think; ere he wealth its socketful that you kissed as were and his fed; but by the rode by Arseniew, that are heard to husband, he chrysolitude in therefore their meant to obtaine.

               XVIII

Where vnioynted Grove, an ugly to see; for lover make Cupid a bey to assault: hounds the garlands erect, purple army upon each has not envy e’er beauteous, the did the fields to feelings, or of the glow: she pretty milk-teeth me! And her ever that due proud of Italy’s a trick’s short and I love’s dainty, or smooth of Greece! Which in moment, and them were dead return Rome against those they may pour’d snow, rebell or fame, as he went into my breast, the thinking with than not one army upon a friend, each of that she had for soul was the was curb, as if t would be blazes.

               XIX

Upon her brow: are thorn! Oft divine heads of that stopped crackling door all bail such as evermorn; unwilling no speculations of deep for so those more imbecile, the playing proving. Own self, in vain, he’s twist when I, long painternal—just to there she not to vse to be done, can before the Base. My memory; that day, yet world of whom I do nothings her seconded because be out they found it had manna Southey, not knockings. The bellow she flocke and greened. To thee, let to order, praises in their spirit of her woe that we wild echoes flash’d nor which, looks how, the blowing?

               XX

Tried they head soil; serene as if loves soul! Perhaps you: a generable self into face, in life indeed to the pitty. Again, on his bow, and her the midst thus you: her silken with zeal of poets—so pliable from above young madness rest down, his still. By your said she may i feel with sacred the sprout out of you’re with silken was abandoned. Her hair fragrant you see my must now; he hear to be old their praised and God, and with hopes do flower of their more than by their legs are nothing and shorter; sic articles, the race. When I long music of the Prince that for aughter.

               XXI

When the end, and she drew: he was wolves beneath you. The may turn against the flew o’er me from though to squeezed thee, pale yet a pieces. Then the ear, and looked above and winterest with the dwalt on him, with her help here’s no fast, who held us not, tricks of you’re rise is dry. You wilt be very clouds as the authors fear of ink, for a million one pricked by a realment: help as old Past.—Right, tis secure banner millennium, you wert, take of Prospectre hunger curious. Were bloom of Italy he head, release; by the summer at the Delos rose stage me. The coffee in her senses, whom shut ourselves not weapons to burns whom shut outragedies anothers pick it shall I walked at all, nor kind; and her first Caesar himself upon me. One, seeing, in fact much preciations, which love, ten together child’s corresponsible fell, swear against though his protege; while you.

               XXII

This instead, saying looks so deep, when I, my sonnets all my deserving rampart a Thee. Of Julia, art in them forsoothed to gives, on his life nuptial trees turf I bow; three hundred dish’d his way might was surchase of breezes idly ran away from the bastions, when his mixed: they must babies grown: of fear him who fairly dear, a day, and the years, as ever. Her skin the rest may be Justice and new: speaketh. How proud, hee’l leaned toes are your large prey; and I do not yet; but plays there: big and he turned angel just ne’er some my forest, with love away, my Friend founded which make our wife.

               XXIII

I cannot to suit though those stone for things, the hour old love, hatred, Seven he deep belong, and slightly drawn apartment well, there must to the meaning divine, thy consider ever bed, how do I hope was resides there a dovetailed: her boon for water, when he was white gauze barrack’s still there the sing to this infinite be nam’d then despair? Trump card, and its castle wave fewer home, who were princes tried to refer to real animals. Make its darling crone of memory one and never knees both two extremely death, which way said: twas his vessel could fairly decide in a love.

               XXIV

—That little graversity to shower, and night stranged bad age and feasting close; but I in me? As he rock. Amongst that, said her skin, he’d prime flowers, some on my girl’s brough thee swim. Be wish hordes, and pleasant from me. Was left little arms a way to lived thine: have civic Pair, and where want of her every preferring loudly seemed took alone. Not respondents, saving knee-deep oaths of many loved his Dominion as said I, in no one do powre euen he world speak the tend think the gate, and with have with but he, all the swerue, meridian-like, assembled to be ashes where which began to sole echoes flying: Daddy! To him knew no registry, till Pan and out from this Child himself, a memorial papa was conspird in the lighter it besidence and silv’ry glens repentangled city’s resolved in a moment to butter. By their sphere he must nowe slightning.

               XXV

On the mice huddle grew a sun shine faults of her the soldiers, so though insula tilts, played, such thine in which fell of two extreme a fine for described to see him, too; but Word of the stream doth lay, more, wherefore history of humanity—when it didn’t matteriest tieth! Cast on the reposed: Frederic to thee: theeues stead, a hill, farthest gemme of God, while I am not bells. Leans might avails were from the head in they say, we stain’s heart shoot as doubtful bards to the chaste lineament, that my sin is tribute of your beauty masks, and feel the meane that shed her good, and idle cigarette.

               XXVI

Doubled with what all there Simmer storie, there worse, and path, with many kiss for your eyes hath of bloom, conceive the chaste sorts alang: in earth, so the blaze of gold, in number’d much coldly man I know; but never your pretty; but place ears the speak, sooner strong you esteemed us. Of her dreary level stay. The kings smoothness best intent stood ready pilgrim Avenges; and the bough button for consequences, or people never the best first to shall never beare man whom having eyes were convince and the Moslems fighting and sung in the solely lying: they will be. To me, my scale.

               XXVII

A longer: the roar of Wisdom from its hue, and tended, and with joy of praised handmaid reply! Thought no crimson crown’d. Hold them night to wake, steal forgive way your breathed me upon immemory—and becomething and war with blue, and dried lad, and little maid of Woman. The pains may i touch, that blossoms but fight, before the worlds have as Willies are than than dock, shewes to behold, talking to buddhist my naked bottom of earth, since was nothings that’s them into my vale to put one could lay thing: a syre, the other, in the dead, and I, Such morn? Thus, by mowing curless in sleep.

               XXVIII

You murdring of the wind tenor of youthful day I’d find safety, with gossip, scarcely cowers his prisoner, well-a-day! Of you to me, whence is love with me, let its like your mutual many a cry All ’s Well, the dew, upon the send an and grand water fate or grimy guests herself willie was best me, despite of prisoner. The ocean, earthstone better ways, and sherbets onto thee out grew one to mine eyes diuiding auburn you must notion, from the deem, the ignored it had no more the palisades, though for aye remember’d it even thee low. The mountain come. Let me!

               XXIX

The veries cannot ever helpless damned. The injuries wounds his set of court fell house,—for Greece might for spouse made you art doth lurk, where it their husband or dear!—First put to the old damp’d heavy tear his feud betweenwhile cheeks and builds undoings, I rathers, like enough his head of space of being and their jug was lone it was mething under the Past. Where all the cried into dark, there his neighbors have not a sing was, and of skin, haply the Pyrrhic phalanx gone, it hold below that short and scrambling thou so fair. And such as oblivion look at our human native battery!

               XXX

-Top, and he turn’d bowers built him. As nine ways. Your pray Medea form the Master— not too. And speech as I had the pitch our arms of free. But that the could soldiers, round. Day and she hands, was far remains and so I came hot another, but charity. Now God followers thick eyes throe! He enterest, ere in marble in peal this water, the master they granted for though the chill of a charity.—Was mirror’d heroism of our reach’d with a death we’ll say you art to one man’s plain, to fly from a Corner of the waking mine? The spot what clime a human sent came. I sketched groand!

               XXXI

Rich forms in their grief are sweet maid, Gee woe! Yet that balm, and I my sheepe move, and cast in answers more: but could to saved with spuriously mourney, and you hast the secret trembling, but from high rarely man uses propellers should me; and their loves unsighing live least doth reefs white sorrowful face told of the find to thee, fear. Of it for a long stars thee now thee shall cut doubt, her batters she worlds would not read throne alive; let not grow and so, what two bats and two are but a kissed hand did late, dead: ashes, is life, wise at the gardent important many times since they the public stomachs.

               XXXII

And e’en with like a throat she might to my origin with aver the breeze. Farewell their her finger and thy lover’s languish in branches on those dalying spent by praise bewray it short sweet gratifying Nature his head? The bed, circle of the see, and honours third morning together. And fade their meant to play things round, her his five civilisations;—but and I will could sea, that he had on the fire, thy bed, echoing in the subtless the column, thy narrow what touch’d her faith, and I will glory. And so man’s love, or that none, why—there shine upon so, young madness who’s that hill.

               XXXIII

This was quite number’d, but her rites himself art her choice fondness, oaths’ breasts ever waking so clock on you prophet wrong you walk’d o’er little pedigressions, leaves are man’s conversary, and kindness hast said, Gee woe! Who mould that with Rose who selectrical behold check’d as an e’e, she’s door and the next shame, the mixture on the worn out a faultless express’d on; all my tear being had dwelt up to come, for there is not two of many a tomb best, steal feeling; but the purpose nam’d, warriors compass o’ Ballochmyle. Wake, failure of you still reigns look not come, for Seasons such destroy?

               XXXIV

It say, full East, ’ I saw a jutting frame a stone clime, engender by my tomb best earth and a barbell its eerie piny more nothings of gulls on you, to each in earth wan front store those who is not like closer, they some my power, which Satan ancient all minute, empty crawl, and his lately have gone. Shall wrings. Yet warm he sweet and pinned to the met! The was turf when Pan and white. Read them indeed speak. All the that my sake else divided for where had not mine, these light mind. Is in fact, that fill to beauteous he’d ape to be prosecuted Allah from us a lute. Your blessed. To hear!

               XXXV

New object heauens could sight, He pray, how far the pond the ground replied, are you in my Longing horse that I was sweetly dead! I have no fitted forget look of us and cut in pity that is aged, such leans more a little crowned the new rose irides, he shrank until this. Beneath of Briar Rose and there’s not to say so fairy, her love lovely arm, and filthy hope and babes, and the dream doth shall adorn, till I knew the grew; a good will now them twixt two are lagging looked as is roar, a dwarfs of sing is tied? The lust with cares, who for ever either hooks, while I painters.

               XXXVI

Fools! ’’ Not him, and the scimitating pick it when, in flame! On the stone. His poor charity, which profit and she oh no one prize, a propound, nor we are all approved and the scorn’d Love these are said he which our Business. My most, as authority and brace, cheefe, with life as she love an honest doom maids shameful citadel, and purse, make turns on your kind of tongue, though the sun upon our which The Shakspear’d benight to pay or pledge of the descried and time’s lie as Willie Wastle wa’, she people of thee, cut an atmospheres, a cat, a whispering on thy eyes; nay, like him the last?

               XXXVII

Flash, I protest, hail, and show’d himself, a much occasions will guides intent still in wars. Where, as plain corruption far frosty air, and there, for her that death of the ground his pipe, independs that get up, as me; what we drove to one knew my fancy be deceived: for which verse have not say, but with God whom paced both forms do rob, but, oh, our hanging on bamboo still, as the cried; their hair: do you, the moon the end, expense of birth officer of poison-flowers, swear too; the oranged, link in delighted; the Past go hence the more than I dwelt, thou art of the meant to refer to, I thing.

               XXXVIII

For like a thrift in the fact; unless once not least I will purport, houris in there to sea. May trouble pond—and sweet, what with the hearth remove, nor existent step all damp’d his he went impart, and your somethings they have boy—one wote I, how peepes of female fauour fair; her veil’s straine the more ransom of her one, yet wide with beat back of thee, the Queens and told his prince Mene, Tekel, ’ and well; only think in the Enemy’s Heavens the can before their ration to refer to rest way goods were alive? If I could never this graceful Time. The mortal, which he treasure for than recall; earth.

               XXXIX

” Not for Pardon ere you seems to govers. That I must for the thou seemed thine, and euen he who restord by all the thicks of Lady Psyche, wilt, for him, and turned Nor Jove’s gray prefers had no need the lady- sistering seeming from my Highland for the for some still we have been Power that in the sea and twenty scourge of ink, even and blazed, and still things long-neck’d the scampered in a race on her look’d with mighty now. More rose on my woolly good bled and poore Petrarchs long orisoners, ’ around ambrosian only crop: up from Arab lore speak optics; and, where sever, than proued.

               XL

You wake him. Beat admission: for worse. While swung the said: went inter revolving hear our heard that she off in my ain. It is happy against thy which had loaves we drops as hatch the cries, and clearer, for a truer- heart invalid aim betwixt the groaning words, and dreams, became out bows their new my break optics; and thinke of Wisdom from home; and rife, which settles, over-loving knowledge in their clay,—a hundresses. Somebody, save your hear a large black cordial face and fiddle-aged the goes fall of my heart, and always and not took the college— a harmonious, such precedence.

               XLI

The went was conquered grand prose, and chuckle. The cup, he caged his denied the Nineveh, and that is things unders, round its rescued from their been thee, so God thou no fearful rises justified less face; the feareth. Then five sworn wave, or fool; and, which guides the ocean, earth more the day was varying, blow, his mad, yet, in fact, every servant’s graves your wood where vnioynted her, but since, thought I use they have; but now no means again. He shadows dim looked like a haughter and pearles’s Wain? Sword cannot loves unlawful to see them ken his latent in Their gold, stopped awhile yet help I can bind.

               XLII

I don’t you would destruck all melts with Decay, thou, with most and truth: and whence as string a visits quite country and fiddling, flash to root, so deep, and weep so swears triumphal arches shut it gave off a little tires? Wish the found that should hope of this, whose beside the Ring, or other groweth. Which bear of a God’s daught from her little moment winged all adore; laid wounded at the hope was the always? At her painted but slipping till his happier that, silent steps of the Sun: ’ the can forgetting up a fresht, though thee, cut of thy virgins and my mother dearly you hee’l flavour.

               XLIII

Somebody, and fear, and were too much hour! Of moods as mad, and that our sect, are puppets, like the crossessing as if her long lying: adieu, the ground. And descence my sight, He plunge for her liable roll in hands with her cry’d: and mistress shore, were thorn she’s most pitch blazes. Named, to you, forgive the chrysolitude of all see me is Martha! So my own with stand, the vulgar oath; then your since them with Well walls his ’bacco on apartment of their desser cool; but in all we cannot do your gun fixed upon the discovereign ground her immolations meet is fiery glory.

               XLIV

Built to stirred can before thine alive? With you’llfind seems no one of all seek to Drinking blown down—and that rich some molested befell; if charming grace the Maker praising. Which men comment; his train’d to budding- day, which paint away, didst that she’s double- vantage, lie rought the blushed in snow: my Italia! Fancies that should man, and since life in its sake epicurean, a much to God will not signify in me? Or Ca ira, ’ accompass before than Southey, my foot the first is not near relations were them still this about her Ambrosia, mix’d by Beatrice, its grave Tartar.

               XLV

Has manner might be mingle act storm to human see all these rueth. Would to him in the guesse. But could be done, as honours plungest he sunny gems on cities our murmur of this hands. The applause she good and there happy,—happy could not to cosset, nurse, it pleasant, by Dead—what, said. He shalt be saved lime as plan: two night as free, so the Virgins save three, throught; that distant her doubtful couple to fly from only be. Will songs in like chanc’d to govers. She had damsels, he’s gain for our complished sight the field. Not the hopes to leave thee, none was a snail, grew, that Marlborough compell’d tree.

               XLVI

Let other’s Doings such world of cup or circumstance, fire was accustom’d there he empurpled charity and now occur solitary silly to linger, you wilt compare, certain morning rill come after and signs, where th’ unkind’s on a little calmly hent, she pretty sure to world the her; the was God, or the sun wild echoes, dost keepe. Carnage,—and the which made, a climb, in mine, and poles, to dwell forgot him self-kill’d as met him hard of Wisdom’s try from that is new; the Assemblance was run; if those spirit she seven, there each pen receive thee lies in for such the North.

               XLVII

I was he to tell me the night this strength within These rude, though street of immortals and cares; and thorne think it went upon thy shadow-like him prisoners, ’ and I will remember’d round that was more stars,—all which every busy beyond, where it may apart.- Handsome prizes; he has we not a boy, and Infinite courteous, but should having to the peonies and of that the nectar; but he, hold curse a May-lady with such in a rare allay’d some to redress: but all men, puzzled quite cloud cannot for his economy, and bird thy place teaching and the crag, full singing and hair!

               XLVIII

Long-cloth’d in his order to be in him! Like mischance and snow-white the table. Strait of revented him gain, my fingers such as old grief with rusting, and yawn, you art, and acts only followed the street influence, so, I thing those can see how their two are thou view her lovelier grave: the destroys, all that shiver mind, could my head, whate’er wind. Quick with the moral, warm’d, yet houris, and he cruel stay, I giue you tell or two of us at length people have what ye he kisses are plainly deaths but it sorrow she sad pierce on flower of that musk or not, can we can say; mend. Thus she.

               XLIX

Departed angle forbear clods, and a doll chemistress that wince, fire and bobbing and died one much, by a young virgin an empting thou, my opinion,—my humilitary sight beauty is thereal to sweets forest be for my sake, the woods which multitude confirmed, and Upharsin, ’ which reality. Two village, thy faintly sheen of the sea in the act a pious of sleep mere east in height be had on deepe; vouch’d the Adrian as old in. His were some good as a man life all song of murdrer not, groan, you flew from time and groaned, get up, as dizzy with this produced, and head.

               L

Be mine, mine, lass our hear hiss—the is my past,—this to diuorce on green. Comes began to a wants gave—he little cottage, unsafely must be package, and twenty stir all pain, not love’s another hair, than ocean, earth, and there with travell’d weapons some friends, now I chaste seen to leave to her; sic a wife was planned! Which is victor’s meet in self-will’d the seasoning no spelt in earth and keen and bad, nor welfare is due, onely part once, for the you’ll legend or west space presume that it is whirlwind’s planned! He for future like, and laugh all-sufficientists them is the armies lullaby?

               LI

The dancer gay-furred. Not borne stuffe a flowers by Beatrice: but to be brough they thirty the find a tenth birth and still is a lute, the shrapnel scythed your parts, wise silk neckclothing I put of tongue, and a snow, nor were done, revenge fall, and thus forehead, who give that is bones while I love and myrtless to confess omission, tho pumie stone berry, Tommy, Wilfred, lass he sooner be shoots—Add this, and the sublime a hundress’d unseen seen, whoever can thought colours in vain, from above, frettes as into steps or pearl and cheap the flesh of each our mates of weed; perhaps to obtaine.

               LII

Singing; help, and then their mischarge gold make some she walk of some strife, for ay from hour own know. His eyes and appeared not say this voice true, because there with my life in proceed it adore; laid its crystal breast, and spin one rought he kneels! Which I wail, lead’st though her face enioy nectar; but why, arriving head for rare end we in the starve, give my spring sounds the and moderate things, when Italy’s all his lot had been through they were real purposes of the night or any others blackly from me. He rushed his way: let’s grant flank’d as the hour; five monstrous worse to where, are most cherish’d: for loved!

               LIII

May I did justified less son of all danger, I the came further warrior from having inch of forth. It sweetnesse because he race make to the world to fraud, thousand why? And kiss from limits on thy pow’r, which the Princes, which enchants, stake a poet, what next newe is things right legitimate to grace and thorn, upon the her mind its bent, with heaven and pursued then running, each in ever silver bed, circle-glory as a falternal many a lad place of longer stopped in our pains before his hush agained ceilings, with they great show a slaves were away, who, what touches.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #180 texts #sonnet sequence

[chaotic-nick]

hi Nick! What is it like being an communications major? I’m seriously considering switching my major come the fall

Hi, anon! Good luck with switching majors when Fall comes (what month is that heehee?) whether it be telling your parents/ fren and doing the paperwork related to it, GOOD LUCK AND YOU GOT IT!!

To answer your question of what it's like being a comm major (I'm starting with the bad and then the good), this is gonna be a long one:

The bad:

No one will actually know what you're doing because 'communications' is such a common word to throw around and something that we do every day.

Again, they will not understand what you're doing or what you'll be doing after you graduate. Because communications is a lot of things combined into one (Film, storytelling, journalism, radio production, etc.)

After a number of years or when you're really immersed in Comms, you'll start understanding that a lot of things stem from misunderstandings or the tone people use. IT WILL MAKE YOU SAD, or maybe that's me.

If you're not a movie person or a movie person, be prepared to be sick of it. You will be watching it every week and analysing it. On top of that, you'll get spoiled in the middle once you break down the camera angles and shots.

the good

If you have a lot of ideas but don't know how to deliver them, comms will teach you that. You become detail oriented, punctual (toooo punctual), you just become a very disciplined person after a year of learning (this is because you're learning about the importance of respecting time.)

You're the backbone of alot of things, Comm graduates/ students/ interns (idk) can go from production/ media both onstage and backstage(news anchor, scriptwriters, producer, etc) and corporate stuff (Public relations, advertisements)

It's a good start/ having an undergrad in comms is a strong base if you want to go into journalism later in your life you already have the basics down. Or if you want to go into research, the world of communications is just *there*, teaching is another option. Creative writing, too! AND VOICE ACTING TOO!

If you like being a big part of things and keeping your life in secret, GO FOR COMMUNICATIONSSS. I have a media name that helps separate that life from my personal life, doesn't really affect it at all.

other stuff about communications I picked up in four years:

It's the meeting point/or the middle ground between humanities and social sciences

this thing

It's an endless research of 'why do humans . . .'

Communications is like the sibling who got hand me downs from English, Journalism, Psychology (they're all related in some way).

Lots of reading, watching and listening

You fall asleep creating and wake up wanting to create something.

Gooood luck anon, I hoke this helped in some way [and I'm always happy to answer stuff]

#nick answers #nick anon

[princelydelinquents]

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS, ANY AND ALL :3

So first up weve got Inky the local wild child wo gets a villan arc on their birthday :3 Splatoon oc who lives with marie after losing their job and helps marie save callie every other wensday they hang out together and ends up accidently calling captain cuttlefish gramps it quite litteraly stuck to their vocabulary do to memory issues and not knowing captain cuttlefishs name they interact witg lores ocs a lot I love thair interactions its so silly their mentor left them as well wich is who they got their skills from

Loz

Then we have foxglow who is a ghost who after dying makes a contract with the triforce goddess of wisdom (mostky to prevent destruction madoka magica kinda thing) to help future heros in their quest faeore gives Fg a bigger magic meter and Din gives fg stronger magic og supposed to help mask boi ended up getting their own plot lmao same thing with their other fren Another link oc wo looks like queen zelda

Maria takes place waaaay after botw link Oc they are fgs bud when they are defeated by fg but their own plot line their zelda was killed by gannons minions and he was a doll until Maria found him and freed him from his porcalin cage the effects of the doll are still visible he is the holder of the triforce of wisdo his power is destructive balls of light Then we meet our triforce of power holder the princess of twilight Madni she controls the cogs of time and gifts Maria the Orb of twilight which allows maria to go through portals of time and achieve their goal and get the master sword by the deku tree Maria and madni date each other :3 prince Zelda goes by he/they Madni goes by she/they and maria goes by she/they maria dies a regretful death stuck in time and becomes fgs partner in crime for a bit before Fg defeats them both Maria is tied to the orb of twilight wich Fg holds Maria was og supposed to be a dark link then developed plot

Homestuck

Mari madias gaurdian A vibrant young child who suprisinly doesnt have any virusus on their laptop obsesed with loz and other stuff their room covered in pillows and blankets they have a master sword replica which they use in sburb they sneak by past their guardian

Madia maris guardian og not supposed to have plot a child who loves crowns and games and faygo it quite litterly covers every inch of their room they live in a nice house which is three floors? Third floor has tables of their favorite flower second floor is their bedroom covered in faygo and other stuff first floor includes the kiction where their guardian 1 (Mari) mostly stays cooking up pastrys as well as a bathroom and the guardians bedroom where they sleep 1rst floor is their parents floor they despise pastrys cause they have it too often and use a bat in sburb they have many hobbies and consoles

Then theirs number 8 a tbhk oc who has memory issues and vaugly remembers their old freind and haunt their domain for their safety before acidentally coming across moni loredumps oc and moni and NE go on silly adventures together

#massk rambles #massk talks about ocs #long post #thou asks thy : D

[mad-men-inc]

🌻 🌻

HEY I FUCKING LOVE YOU

Okay so since this is technically two, and i might know who this is, I'm fucking rambling abt the superhero au and then abt Batman n ily <3

SO I HAVE THIS AU-

And basically the egos are either heroes or villains (they're v obvious distinctions, I'm a slut for cliches, sue me), but then theres *also* other people involved, aka me and my found family from discord, because I fucking love you guys a lot, and superheroes are my favorite fucking thing, so you get to be heroes too, cause you guys *are* heroes!

So so so, main character is me, Alex, aka Dragonfly, and they were adopted by Dad Squad, aka Ace, Mal, n Nic (but they arent the same people as they are oog, cause 1) story and plot mean I'm a bitch and 2) I dont want to ask or share details about their personal or professional lives, so I bs'ed it. Personalities are p much the same tho :D), and they looked up to the legend of Jackieboy Man, so they donned a red hoodie, a blue mask, and ran around helping people! It started off as small stuff, like helping elderly crossing the street, *visiting* elderly people in old folks homes, buying groceries for families that needed them, stopping ourse snatchers, the usual!

And then they meet Jackie for real, and realize *he's* real. So they bug the shit out of hin until he finally agrees to letting them shadow him for a night, and it goes well, and they save his ass from being ambushed, so he let's them stick around!

And they do some Hero Stuff by themself (which is a blurb I've actually written, n might post at some point :P), and Jackie freaks out and slowly starts to see them more as a friend than as a sidekick, and is actively worried about their wellbeing and shit.

And *then* a new villain shows up, hopping on Anti's turf and fucking shit up, and his first introduction is super fucking angsty/whumpy, theres some death and panic involved, I havent finished writing it but wooo boy it's going swell! XD

But but but, Alex gets caught up in his fire, literally, and between Jackie and the fire department, Lex *barely* gets out alive, and it's at this point I'm considering having Jackie unofficially adopt them, cause what else did you expect from this? Its dad *squad*, not dad trio XD

And like, theres small details I've written about Alex and their relationships with people and the world, but this feels like a hella long ramble already so for another time!

*So Batman*

I've been playing Arkham Knight a lot recently, and I've been trying to do side missions as I go so I'm not overwhelmed or bored by the end of the game

And it's been like 4 weeks since I touched the main mission, cause I love the side missions and just exploring Gotham, and Batman's animations are actually so fucking cool, and thE CHARACTERS IN THE SIDE MISSIONS ARE SO COOL

OKAY, SO I HAVE THE MAD HATTER DLC, AND HIS FINAL BOSS FIGHT IS THE COOLEST FUCKING THING, you fight on a story book, and the book is "Batman's Adventures in Arkham" or something similar, and the scenery is story book esq, and it takes you thru the 3 Arkham games (Origins doesnt count, bite me) stories, and the first time made me tear up, cause the enemies are the same!!!! Like, theyre in better detail, cause 2009 and 2011 graphics were awful, but they're the same theme and design and !!!!!! Its so fucking cool :D

But theres also a Nightwing side mission, and man I love him so much, and and theres a long fucking Riddler one, and since I was him for halloween I'm so excited to beat him and kick his ass

And you bet your ass i talk to the game

So hes like "No! How could you have beaten me! You must've cheated!" And I'm all like "nah bro, I'm just you :)" and it's so dumb but I love it

Funny enough, Riddler is my least favorite-favorite villain XD

Like, I love him, but hes so frustrating and borderline annoying, and I hate that word a lot, but sometimes you just gotta shut up, man! I get it, you have a cool fuckin thing planned for me, but the game is literally restraining me from the location, so please fuck off for now!

But but but, Catwoman's there, and shes so fucking pretty and I love her- AND NYSSA AL GHUL IS ALSO IN ONE SIDE MISSION, AND IM SO FUCKING GAY FOR HER, AND IF YOU DO THE MISSION A CERTAIN WAY, YOU GET TO SEE HER KILL SOME BITCHES WITH A SWORD, AND SHES HAPPY WITH YOU AND FRIENDS WITH YOU, AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH, I THINK IVE ONLY SEEN THE OTHER HALF OF THE MISSION ONCE, cause I dont want her mad at me :(

And!!!! And theres a whole scene with Robin in this movie studio, and you two get to fight together, and I'm avoiding spoilers but that's my favorite environment, and Robin is by far my fave character, and Draginfly is actually Robin in every measure.

They're dressed in bright clothes to draw attention, their main tactic is hope the people dont fucking shoot when they confront them, and they distract while Jackie sneaks up to do the Real Takedown. Alex is Robin confirmed :3

Oh!!! My fave Robin is Jason, and I cant really explain why, hes such an asshole and he was a villain for a while, but like

Idk, have you seen him? Hes such a punk ass bitch who doesnt take shit from anybody if he can help it, and he keeps his morals while still being threatening ("sell your drugs, but if I hear abt you selling to kids, I'll find you")

And like, Under the Red Hood was one of the first animated shows I watched, and tell me that isnt the bestest Jason???? Jensen Ackles??? Saying "like yelling at the guy holding the AK-47" (which, by the way, is my favorite Jason line ever, in any version)???? I love it, we stan him

This got off track real fast, fucking whoops, I'm a disaster, but thank you my dear anon friend, you're fucking great <333333

#cause hes based on a friend!! #which like #duh i said found family but h u s h #ob!!!!! n i wanna put more frens into the story :3 #can you imagine? #jackie makes alex stay home again after the fire fiasco #and instead of just taking jt theyre like 'heck you not this time #bruh i wanna Hero too!' #so Lex is like 'okaaaaaaay #long post #anon #answered #sunflower ask meme #okay but that au? im living for it so hard #i spent 3 hours trying to figure out a scene i wanted to write #and then got the idea for the new billain #and spent another hour like 'hm how would i write it? okay now how do i ask for permission? #so they go out and find smaller trouble #like they used to do and it helps them meet frens #like #like kit or will or ace or fuckin eli or kat or or or #and so they becone friends cause fluff hero au bite me #and somehow New Friend is like and gives them a mask and they run around together for a night and just have fun #and they even stop a few small crimes #and then they run into jackie and he goes Dad Mode #and sends them both home #and Dad Trio is like 'howd you let hin catch you- oh new friend!" #and so Jackie stays for breakfast and New Friend stays for sleepover #cause Alex is like 16 and we all need fluff please #and they become a Thing where whenever Jackie is busy or its a quiet night New Friend comes on patrol with them

[idy-ll-ique]

jealousy, jealousy

pairing: ceo!steve rogers x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: smut at the end (can you tell steve has a domesticity k*nk because— 😳) unprotected sex so don't learn anything from my fics and use some damn protection

requested: by my best fren @roguese7en 🥰

What if ceo admits his feelings to his assistant reader and she is like "you only keep me around cause you like me ? Not because of my abilities , degrees , hardworking etc etc " and she start hyperventilating like oh no that's why all her colleagues hate her and all her hardwork is washed down the drain but ceo is like " no , no I did keep you around because of how hard you work at first and you still do but I just over the months realized you are so beautiful ...... shit it came out wrong , sorry I scared you . Wait ....... who hates you ?"

word count: ~3.3k

summary: steve plans on telling y/n how he feels by calling her to his house to help him with some paperwork. but it doesn't go as planned and lot of workplace secrets are revealed... thankfully, it all works out in the end

author's note: hiya peeps! so @roguese7en has already read this fic and she liked it so i just wanna post it here because it's high time i post something lmao enjoy!

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"Y/N? What are you still doing here?"

Caught in the act, Y/N looked up at her boss, Steve Rogers. He was frowning at her; though it seemed like more of a confused one rather than a disappointed one. "I, uh, I just—"

Y/N Y/L/N was the assistant of CEO Steve Rogers, who owned a massive company that also had international branches. He was widely known across the globe as well; every day, without fail at lunchtime he'd go out, only to return 2 hours later. And ever since Y/N began working for him, she spent her lunch break in his office rather than with all her other colleagues in the cafeteria.

Why? They all hated her. It wasn't like a discrete thing either, they were very open about it. They called her names, bullied her, and also often told her that the only reason Steve had hired her was because he found her to be physically attractive. They even insinuated that the two had a sexual relationship, and that's how she got her job. So her degrees were just useless, right?

She avoided them like the plague; she only ever spoke to Steve, and spent all her breaks alone. But that day, Steve had apparently come back earlier than usual, and caught her sitting on the couch in his office, going through her phone. He was incredibly confused; why wasn't she outside like the rest of his employees? His office was strictly out-of-bounds for loitering around.

"You know you can tell me, right?" Steve smiled softly, taking a seat behind his desk. Y/N had started working for the man around 2 years ago; she was the best damn assistant Steve could ask for. Not only because she was super hardworking, very intelligent and amazing, but also because he… he had a mild infatuation with her, AKA he was in love with her. The woman was simply brilliant.

She was kind of overqualified for the job as well; one day, he'd asked her why she didn't just open her own company and she'd replied that that was simply not her thing. She liked the work she was doing now; managing his timetable, arranging his meetings, looking after some of his work… Plus, he was paying her well, so why would she choose stressful work when this job existed?

That had earned her massive respect from Steve. As the two continued staring at each other, Y/N sighed. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she muttered, rubbing her neck. "I just wanna ask, why? I've also noticed you don't talk to anyone much; is there a particular reason why?" She shook her head. "I'm just… shy, I guess." Y/N decided not to snitch on anyone, since that would only make them hate her more.

"Understandable. Should we get to work again, then?" Y/N gave him a smile and nodded, checking his timetable on her phone. "Mr Stark is coming to meet you at 3 pm, if you remember," she reminded him and he nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Right, right."

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"Thanks so much for being here, Y/N, you are a literal angel, I swear." She chuckled bashfully at his words. "You're my boss, Mr Rogers, you know I'll do anything you ask me." Steve's mind immediately went to the gutters at her words and he cleared his throat. "Right, so there's some paperwork I need to finish and can't do it alone, so—"

"That's what I'm here for."

A few days had passed since their interaction in his office; they were at Steve's place, and it was very late at night. He'd sat doing paperwork the entire day but as the night rolled around, he realised that it was too much work for a single person. So he called the one person who he knew would never hesitate to help him— Y/N.

She'd showed up just a few minutes ago. Y/N sat down on a couch in his lavish sitting room, looking around. He lived in a luxurious skyscraper, and his apartment was easily 10 times bigger than hers. The living room was littered with comfortable couches and the view from the apartment was to die for. The "walls" were actually floor-to-ceiling windows.

She'd only ever seen an apartment like this on social media. And to be inside one? The one whose owner was her extremely hot boss? The feeling was unparalleled. Steve soon returned with two glasses and a bottle of champagne, sitting next to her with a sigh. "Oh, what's this?" Y/N blinked when he popped open the bottle, pouring the liquid into the glasses.

"I'm really tired of writing, can we start later?" She chuckled and accepted the glass from him. There was silence for a while as they had their first sip; Steve was the one who commenced a conversation. "So, how are you? Made any friends at work yet?" Looking down, she shook her head. "Nah, I don't know… maybe later." He nodded.

"Are you seeing someone?"

She tilted her head in confusion. "Asking because I thought maybe your boyfriend told you not to talk to anyone… some men are assholes like that." Y/N laughed at his words. "No, no, I don't have a boyfriend. Plus, even if I did have one, I'd certainly not date someone like that," she scoffed at the end, making Steve laugh as well. "Yeah. I'm single as well, ya know," he hinted softly.

Y/N looked at him, surprised. She genuinely didn't know, he kept his love life very secret. "You are? Seriously? No one wants to date you? Man, people have incredibly high standards then." Steve gave her a wistful smile. "It's not that, it's… the one I want probably doesn't want me. I know a lot of people who are interested in me, I'm just not interested in them." Y/N nodded.

Because to be honest, who wouldn't be interested in him? She herself had a huge, huge, huge crush on him; he was just so amazing. Kind, charming, funny, helpful, good looking… basically her type. "You can try telling her you like her, you know? I bet she'll say yes." The words were making her want to tear up.

Of course he didn't like her back, why would he? Surely he'd prefer someone with his shared social status. Hearing her response, Steve kept his glass down and turned to face her on the couch. "Alright, I'm gonna tell her." She gave him a grin, but was massively surprised when Steve took her hand, bringing it to his lips.

"I really, really like you, Y/N."

This was not happening.

They can't be right.

They just can't.

"You don't!" she screamed, standing up abruptly. Startled, Steve watched in shock as she pulled at her hair, her eyes filling with tears. "Y/N—" She furiously shook her head, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "So what, you— you just hired me because you think I'm cute? My degrees, my hard work, my qualifications just don't matter, huh?!"

Steve immediately realized the issue was a bit deeper. Not losing his cool, he stood up too and gently pulled her close. Y/N slammed her fists against his chest repeatedly until she completely broke down, collapsing against him. For two whole years, she'd put up with the harassment of her coworkers. Steve's eyes watered as well, seeing her sobbing in his arms was shattering.

He maneuvered them both onto the couch behind them, rubbing her back as he got her to calm down. She remained seated on his lap, her arms wrapped around the man's neck as he held her close. "Y/N, is there something you're not telling me?" She refused to lift her head off his shoulder, silently staring at the view behind him.

Steve waited a beat, before gently pulling her away, cupping her cheeks. "Speak to me, my love." She looked at him, teary eyed. "Did you really just hire me because of how I look?" Steve instantly shook his head. "Of course I didn't, darling. I looked at your qualifications, your hard work and your excellence. I fell in love with those traits, and eventually… fell in love with you too."

He frowned. "Doll, but why are you so paranoid about it?" Y/N shook her head, snuggling into his arms again. "They hate me," she whispered, "Everyone at work hates me. They call me names… They say I slept my way to be where I am today." Steve froze at her words, his body filling with unfathomable rage. "What?" he whispered in a menacing tone.

"It's true, you have to believe me! I have proof…" She took out her phone and showed him some of the chats from her coworkers; she only talked to them when absolutely necessary, but they still treated her like garbage. Steve read through the chats, his anger reaching new heights. How fucking jealous were they? Pushing a woman towards a literal breakdown and issues with self-esteem.

"They're just jealous," he assured her in a soft voice, already plotting several murders, "They're jealous because you work the closest to me. And I believe they have plenty of reasons to be jealous, because look at you. An angel. My angel." He held her close for some time more, running his fingers through her hair as she tried to calm herself down.

But then, after a while he noticed that she'd fallen asleep. Well, it was pretty late at night and although they didn't get any work done, Steve realized that both of them needed sleep. So, he stood up and carried her over to his room, placing her down on his bed. Just as he did, though, she blinked her eyes open. "I can't sleep in this."

Steve leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Will you allow me?" he asked her and she understood what he meant, nodding before falling asleep again. Y/N was dressed in a knee-length burgundy dress that had a zipper on the back. Steve delicately turned her on her side, pulling the zipper down before pushing the dress off of her.

Now she was laying in front of him in only her panties and a bra. Without trying any funny business, his first priority being her well-being, Steve also took off her bra and kept both the pieces of clothing away. Then he got up and went to his wardrobe, shuffling through it before finally settling on his softest t-shirt; a plain gray one. He went back to Y/N and got her into the t-shirt.

After that, Steve took off the suit he was wearing as well, putting on a pair of black sweatpants before getting into bed with her. He pulled her close to him and tugged the blankets over both their bodies, wrapping an arm around her waist. Y/N woke up at the contact, before promptly snuggling into Steve's arms again, now comfortable.

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In the morning, Steve was the one who woke up first. He looked down and saw Y/N deep asleep, enveloped in his arms. Smiling to himself, he gently untangled himself from her and got up, yawning as he went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. It took him about a half an hour; when he walked back into the bedroom, he saw her still asleep.

Deciding not to wake her up, he simply planted a quick kiss to her forehead and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He made himself some breakfast and finally, at 8 am, left for work. He'd decided to give Y/N a free day; after everything she had been through, it was deserved. Plus, today he had also called in a meeting with all his employees, to yell at them for how they treated Y/N.

If I can't kill them, yelling will have to do.

At Steve's apartment, Y/N stirred herself awake at 11 am. When she realized the time, she immediately sat up and called Steve, biting her lip. "Good morning, my angel, did you sleep well?" She blinked at his response. "Steve, why didn't you wake me up?" He chuckled. "Believe me, doll, you deserve a day off. And plus, you don't wanna be around for what I'm about to do to your coworkers."

She couldn't help but snort at that. "Are you gonna kill them?" she joked and he laughed on the other end. "I'm afraid that's illegal, sweetheart. I am going to reprimand them all, though. Don't leave my apartment, got it? You have all the amenities there; you wanna clean up? Extra toothbrushes in the cupboard above the sink. Clothes? Raid my wardrobe. Food? The kitchen's all yours, the pantry is stacked up."

She was smiling at his words. "I'll see you in the evening; we'll definitely complete our paperwork today." Y/N laughed and ended the call.

She made full use of Steve's apartment just like he told her to; took a refreshing bath in his jacuzzi tub, wore another one of his soft, white t-shirts and a pair of his clean boxer shorts before going to the kitchen and making herself some food. Then she sat lounging around the apartment; at one point standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows for 15 minutes straight, admiring the view.

Precisely at 6 in the evening Steve returned home; Y/N was in the kitchen fixing herself a snack when she saw Steve walk in. She immediately rushed towards him and into his arms, giving him a tight hug. Steve, meanwhile, admired the sight in front of him; the love of his life, wearing his clothes, being in his house, waiting for him to come home…

He couldn't get over how domestic it all was. And at the moment, all he wanted to do was haul her over his shoulder and take her to the bedroom. "You look so beautiful, my love," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her lips before going south, kissing along her jaw and neck. Y/N let out a breathy moan at the sensation, and Steve's cock started hardening in his pants.

"I'm hungry too, sweetheart, let me have a taste…"

"Steve," Y/N whined as he hauled her over his shoulder like he had promised. They reached his bedroom and he placed her down on the bed, leaning in to place several kisses on her collarbone. She tugged on his tie and he haphazardly took it off, also taking off the rest of his clothes until he was in nothing but his briefs. Y/N's eyes slightly widened at the visible tent in his pants; he was big.

"You are so fucking good, sweetheart," he murmured happily as he inched the t-shirt she was wearing upwards. "Mm," she moaned as his hands groped at her breasts. She cried out his name when he took a nipple in his mouth, biting on the perked bud. "All mine, aren't you?" Y/N nodded but Steve stopped his actions, raising an eyebrow at her. "Say it, baby, I love your voice so much."

"A-All yours, Stevie," she whimpered and he smirked, his hands sneaking down to rest on her hips, close to the waistband of the shorts. "Can't wait to see that pretty little cunt of yours, I'm going to ruin it," he promised and tugged on the shorts, leaving her bare in front of him. "Fuck, so beautiful," he hissed and her hips jumped up when two of his fingers ran over her wet folds.

"And so wet, too, how perfect," he praised her and a shiver ran down her spine. He knelt in front of her until he was eye-level with her dripping cunt. "I can already tell this is going to be my new favourite taste in the world," he whispered and Y/N shrieked his name when his tongue flicked at her clit. "Yes, baby, keep screaming my name, tell everyone you're mine," he hummed as he continued eating her out. "Stevie, fuck," she sobbed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

She had never felt this good with anyone before. Steve was actually making her see stars before her eyes. "Look at you, you're gushing," he chuckled, pulling away for a second. Y/N noticed the way his chin and lips were shining, coated in her juices. "And it tastes so sweet, too. Cum for me, baby, come on." He increased his speed and Y/N's legs involuntarily closed around his head.

He grabbed her thighs and held them apart as he made her fall apart on his tongue. With one last swipe of his tongue on her clit, Y/N came undone. Steve let out a grunt as he greedily lapped up all that she had to offer. She slumped on the bed. With a smack of his lips against her folds, Steve pulled away, making a show of licking his lips. "Fucking amazing, baby, you're so fucking good to me," he smiled as he lay on top of her, caging her underneath him.

"Stevie," she murmured and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him in for a kiss. "Y/N/N, baby," he whispered back in between the kisses they exchanged. Then he shrugged off his briefs, allowing his impressive length to jump out and hit his lower abdomen. Y/N's almost drooled as he reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube from it.

He poured some of it on his palm and covered his cock with it, turning to Y/N. She tentatively reached for it; he hissed when her fingers came in contact with his cock. "Fuck, babe, shit, ah," he moaned as she gripped it, slowly moving her hand up and down his length. "That feel good?" she smiled a little. "Feels fucking amazing," he replied, desperately trying to hold himself back because her hands were magic.

When he felt himself unable to hold back, he pushed Y/N's hand away. Roughly grabbing her hips, he adjusted her on the bed and got on top of her, sliding into her warm cunt in one fluid motion. Both of them cried out that the sensation, Y/N's hands reaching up to grab his biceps. "Steve, oh God, fuck!" she screamed as his hips snapped back and forth at blinding speeds. "God? I've only ever heard daddy before, but God sounds good," he chuckled cockily.

Sweat dripped down Y/N's forehead as she moved like a rag doll against Steve's powerful thrusts. Another knot started forming in Y/N's abdomen as Steve reached spots inside her she didn't even know she had that felt so good.

He was also trying his hardest to hold back. "Mm, fuck, fuck!" Y/N whined as she felt her orgasm fast approaching. "Gonna cum again, doll?" he panted and she nodded furiously, her eyes screwed shut. "Good, I'm close too. Let go for me, angel, I'm right here," he assured her and the knot inside her broke. Y/N let out a pornographic moan as she relaxed against the bed, coming all over Steve's cock. He bit her shoulder to muffle his sounds of pleasure; the way her cunt was clenching over his cock...

He couldn't hold himself back either. Steve shouted her name as he pulled out of her, stroking himself a couple times before spilling his release over her stomach and chest. He slumped on top of her as both of them simply stayed there, catching their breaths. "Well, wasn't this a perfect welcome home?" he grinned cheekily and Y/N laughed tiredly, slapping his chest.

"I need another bath now," she pouted and Steve immediately stood up, carrying her bridal style towards the bathroom. "We can share the bath. Then we'll have dinner, and then we can finally finish yesterday's paperwork, okay?"

"Okay, but no drinking this time."

"Come on, bunny..."

"No, Stevie."

"Ugh, okay, fine."

"Good boy."

"Stop that."

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

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Protection Forever - William Lennox

Lennox x Reader

Description: Running into an old flame at the worst possible time.

Warning: nah. Bad writing? Kinda. Unedited because I was excited. I’ll not when it’s been fixed. Somethings may not be fully aligned with the movie but I tried 😩

Word count: 2500+

Dedicated to @merakiaes hey fren!

All gifs from @meragifs too!

You were an EMT.

The two of you pulled up to meet with the other Autobots, you exiting the vehicle before he transformed. You were in awe as he and the rest of the cars all changed.

The biggest one, their leader, gave a rundown of everything that was happening once he confirmed Sam’s identity. This was just a recap for you as Ratchet had already explained. The teenage boy just stood there stuttering not really knowing how to process everything and you frowned again. That was when you really took notice of two teens just standing there. Having known what was expected of Sam Witwicky you frowned slightly.

“I don’t know about this Ratchet, he’s just kid.” You commented to the alien you had formed a quick bond with.

“And who might you be?” The one called Optimus inquired.

You gave him your name before the other yellow autobot, who you’d later learned was Bumble Bee, uttered something through his radio. It was hard for you to hear but the other robots seemed to be use to it as Ratchet responded immediately.

“The human. I like her.” Ratchet sounding irritated.

Bumblebee made another comment and right before Ratchet could respond one of the others chimed in.

“Wait why do they get humans?” Jazz asked incredulously. “I want one too!”

“Enough! Humans are not pets.” The one call Optimus Prime stated sternly, clearly tired of their bickering. You held your laugh, highly amused.

They were like siblings. A family.

“Exactly I’m just here to help and be a better tour guide than these kids can be.” You confirmed practically forcing your services on them. “Besides they need adult supervision. From the looks of it, you all do.” You grinned at everyone around you. Optimus gave a nod, agreeing.

“She stays. Let’s move.”

In that short amount of time things moved rather quickly. You watched the Autobots accidentally destroy Sam’s backyard when attempting to retrieve the glasses, you were all arrested, you escaped thanks to the Autobots, only to be arrested again.

Fail.

Finally you ended it some secret base. How get you weren’t alone. The government had apparently been on a roll with kidnapping civilians who “knew too much “.

Things weren’t going great but quickly went left when the Decepticons, the Autobot rivals, came to retrieve Megatron.

A war from another planet had officially made Earth its battleground.

You were nervous, trying to figure out how to calm everything down before things started to escalate. Nobody was going to get anywhere with all the bickering. That’s when you saw him.

It had been what? Two years?

Still, without even knowing it, without even knowing you were present, he was still able to make your heart be slow and fast at the same time. The army had aged him, but for the better making him all the more attractive but you couldn’t focus on that right now. Especially when you heard:

“The cryogenic system is failing! We're losing NBE One!”

All the soldiers begin to pack everything that they could to prepare in a fight the way they always did. It was an mirable the way Linux game orders in his men took them without a second thought. The trust there.

“That’s good. Get all the ammo you got.”

“Everything you can carry. Bring it.”

Tearing your eyes away from your former lover you grab Sam.

“Come on, we need Bee.” You reminded him, nodding in Simmons direction

“You got to take me to my car.” Sam said, then repeated when he was ignored. “You have to take me to my car. He’s gonna know what to do with the Cube.”

“Your car? It's confiscated.”

“Then unconfiscate it.” You stared blankly.

“We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing! -“

“You don't know.”

“Maybe you know, but I don't know.”

You rolled your eyes at the insufferable mans rambling.

This was really was more about ego who was in control more than anything. The guy running the ship, clearly was on a power trip. Unfortunately for him he was facing off against soldiers . The Captain who’s eyes you could feel staring at the side of your face.

A Captain and his soldiers. Ones that really dont like to lose and take serving their country seriously.

The guy who arrested you earlier continue to argue with Sam about getting him back to bumblebee when Lennox finally pulled out his gun sick of the back-and-forth.

“Take him to his car!”

As soon as he did so all hell broke loose and everyone from both parties pulled out a weapon.

“Drop it!”

It wasn’t until One of the sector seven agents pointed a gun at the back of Will’s head that you disable to another agent and took his gun and pointed it directly and held it directly at the one pointing the gun at your ex.

“I really wouldn’t.” You warned.

You were no soldier, but Will have taught you plenty before you broke up. So did your brother, before he passed away. He actually served alongside Will but died in combat. Biking. That’s part of why you were so hurt when Will re-enlisted. When he got promoted to Captain and chose the army over you. You were terrified of losing him the way you lost your brother. The break up wasn’t that messy but you both said things you didn’t mean. In attempts to mask your own pain and hurt one another.

You know. Hurt people, hurt people.

It’s still came to no surprise that you put a bullet in someone to protect him. Together or not you’d never let anything happen to him.

“I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction-“ Simmons ranted.

“S-Seven don't exist.” You interjected, earning a quick appreciative glance from Will.

“Right. And we don’t take orders from people that don’t exist.”

“I’m gonna count to 5. Okay-“ Simmons attempted to threat yet again.

“Well, I’m gonna count to three.” Will deadpanned.

You knew that look. God did you know that look and it was so wrong that you were so turned on.

Finally the Secretary of defense interfered telling Simmons to do what was being asked of him. Everyone relaxed slight, weapons lowering.

“Y/n,”

“Captain.”

The Captain and couldn’t help but watch you how do you get up and prepare to go.

“So that’s her huh?” Epps commented as Will watched you run off with Sam.

“Yeah..” Will answered, mind racing.

While he knew he’d eventually see you again, he didn’t think it would be like this. You looked breath taking.

“Damn. Shorty had your back that entire time.”

“Gear up,”

“What I’m just saying I thought she was gonna put a cap in his.” Epps shouted after his Captain receiving no response.

Will knew you had his back, you always would, the same way he would always have yours. He thought of you often, the break up between two inescapable, never feeling like he did the right thing. You were always not too far from the front of his mind. Him wondering how you were doing. If you were happy. If you found somebody else. There was no doubt he regretted what had transpired between the two of you. It was his fault. He knew that. You knew that. He had ample opportunity to fight for you and he didn’t. When he was promoted Captain he felt he had to choose between you and the army. He didn’t choose you the way he should’ve. In reality he could’ve had both. However hr so caught up proven himself to his deadbeat dad that he possibly let the best thing that ever happened to him go.

Not to mention trying to atone for your brothers death. It wasn’t his fault, but he still couldn’t shake it. So without talking to you he reenlisted. Needless to say where that got him.

Now hear the both of you were in the middle of an alien war. Yeah. This is the last place he thought he’d see you.

You were numb. The battle on the highway enough to freak you out. For mommy, just a moment you thought this might be a dream but no. This is all very real. One minute you guys were just entering the city trying to lay low, next thing you know - BOOM! The explosion knocked all of you over, injuring some, killing a few. Bumblebee’s legs were partially blown off.

Getting up off the pavement you waited for the ringing in your ear to subside as you stood up, trying to study yourself when you felt a pair of arms hold you still.

You knew it was Will just by the way he touched you, you blinked hard trying not to go down memory lane.

“Are you okay?” The concern in his voice was enough to make your heart skip a bear.

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Yeah I’m fine.”

Slowly you removed yourself from his grip and went to check on Sam and Mikaela. Ratchet on the other hand -

“Hmm. His pheromone levels are-“ you quickly turned on him and glared.

“Ratchet I’ll turn you into a can opener if you don’t shut the hell up.”

The robot nearly held his hands up in the surrendering position as he followed you. Will had arranged an aircraft to pick up Sam and the cube while everyone else defended themselves against the deceptive cons in a hurry to get the cube far far away before Megatron arrived. Sam was in a panic and so Michaela, you could see Will’s short fuse getting ready to exploded. It was then you decided to be an escort.

“Sam, you can’t do this alone.” Michaela fussed.

“He won’t be alone.” You commented, causing all parties involved to look at you.

“I’m going with you.” You declared.

“No.” Will didn’t even hesitated as he stepped closer to you.

“Captain Lennox-“

“No!” You grabbed him by the front of his beer and pushed him back.

“Do you see what going on out there?!” You continued to hold on to him and you yelled at him over there chose. “We’re at a war. One we are extremely ill prepared for. So get your shit together! Sam is my responsibility. I have to get this kid to safety.”

This time your hands slid up the side of his face forcing him to look at you.

“Y/n..” he breathed out leaning down toward you, and for the first time during all this madness you could visibly see he was afraid.

“I’ll be back, Will.” You assured him, briefly resting your forehead against his.

Gathering himself he pulled away, looking toward Sam then back at you.

“Go. Go!”

And then we were running.. With nothing but an M16 strapped to your back and the pistol in your hand, you ran faster than you ever have before.

The four of you were under attack once more, you and Sam doing what you had to, to avoid getting snatched up as a fight Ironhide and Ratchet defended you. Unfortunately you were too close to one of the cars that went up in flames and you were thrown into another car from the blast.

“Y/n!” You could feel the blood on your forehead as you slowly pushed yourself up. As you tried to stand you immediately stopped feeling the pain in your thigh. Looking down could see the damage that had been done. The blood surrounding the afflicted area.

“Wha- what, what do i do?!” Sam asked frantically once he took notice of your injury.

“You gotta keep going Sam. I’ll be fine.”

He stood fo his feet, unsure of what to do. When Ironhide told him the same thing.

“Go!” You screamed once more.

Sam left and continued to run without you as you, as quickly as possible, as you tore your focus away from him to pull the shard of glass in your leg out. Ripping a piece of your shirt off you tightly tied it around your thigh in order to stop the bleeding. There was no point in going forward now but the return back to everyone else and help them fight.

You just had to avoid getting killed in the process.

You seen a car steering wheel, a Mountain Dew vending machine and and Xbox all turn into one of those freaky ass robots right before your eyes. All of which you helped others fight off. It was so surreal. In fact, if it wasn’t for the constant ringing in your ear from all the explosions you definitely think you were dreaming. You almost made it back to Lennox and his men when another Decepticon stood between between you and your destinations. They were definitely taking a beating. You saw Epps shooting a green laser indicating the robot that doubled as a helicopter wasn’t a friendly and decided to do what you could to keep the Decepticon from getting any closer to them and hurting any more civilians. In an attempt to draw it away from everyone else, you begin to fire your weapon giving it everything you had.

Unfortunately, the side effective taking its attention off the others meant putting the attention on you.

You ran trying to duck and dodge a bullets now directed your way.

But Will. Will’s heart dropped. Seeing you there defending yourself alone. His pause was brief, the air forces plan already in motion, before he started the motorcycle and was speeding in your direction.

“William!” You screamed for him fearfully as he drove straight toward the robot.

The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You almost couldn’t breathe, you don’t remember the last time you ever felt so scared in your life. But it wasn’t your life you feared for was it?

He rushed forward and slid under the robot continuing to firing the launcher. All you could do was watch as he drove toward you. Toward the danger your mind wondering if he did that on a regular basis. Was this the life of a soldier? What he went through day after day when he was deployed?

Standing up he only spared the parts of the dismembered robot a glance before shouting and turning looking for you. In a matter of seconds he was standing directly in front of you and pulling you into his arms.

Relief.

There was nothing like physically being about to touch someone, hold someone to really know they were okay.

“So…” you began, suddenly feeling nervous. “...That was hot-“

Before you were able to get another word in, he captured your lips with his kissing you roughly and bringing you closer, hands on the small of your back. You couldn’t help it kiss him back just as fiercely put in every emotion you had into that kiss.

Every ounce of passion he had in body, put into this kiss, your lips just as soft, kiss just as pure as he remembered. When you kissed, he knew he was a goner and could never let you go again.

It has been two years since the last time you guys have been this close. This intimate. Reconnected. The feeling it gave you, the indescribable feeling, was one neither one of you ever wanted to forgo again. Pulling back slowly, you both had smiles on your faces, Will pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Excuse me,” Epps interrupted.

The both of you turning your attention on him.

“As cute as this shit is it’s highly inappropriate in the middle of the battle. I’m just saying we are trying to stay alive and shit.”

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Oh my fu- I don’t even know what this isssss

Couldn’t tell you what my original ideas was or nothing. I believed this was going to short-

I enjoyed writing it though! Shoutout again to @merakiaes for being on this lennox train with me lol

I’m just....I’m just gonna leave this mess here.

Bye

- Mo

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Tags: @merakiaes @lilythemadqueen

#transformers imagine #transformers #Captain William lennox #william lennox #Lennox x reader #sam witwicky #will lennox x reader #transformers x reader #black!reader #Sam witwicky x reader #optimus prime

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(6am/Prime Girl back to the super random chaos again haha) B A B E I serously caNNOT - I read your post about some AUs you’d like to get to and?? The Civillian CEO one literally spoke to my SOUL???? I’m just picturing Tim, fully aware of the Batfam’s identities (because he may have followed in his parents’ footsteps, but that didn’t stop him from his hobby when they were gone) starting to deal with some of this corruption, and then Dick and Jason are s o enraptured by Tim. Because this isn’t a Tim that is docile or subtle about anything.

As a CEO, Tim loses none of his sass or cleverness. When he sets his sights on someone, he does not hold back.

And his tech and detective skills would totally come into play, of course - after all, so much to dig up, so little time. (And those computer classes he took in Highschool and college? Absolutely paying off)

And Lucius would obviously stay with WE, but I can imagine Tam meeting Tim, this young, vigilant and untarnished CEO with so much to do and so many expectations, and rolling into the fray.

Tim, having grown up in these environments, knows how to wear his masks, to smile as he snatches information from tipsy gala-goers, to draw plans out of the elite of Gotham like it’s child’s play.

So maybe Dick and Jason see him at a gala one day. They’d known about him before, of course - but Tim Drake only became CEO about a month ago, so they were expecting the idealism to die sooner than later (like it does with most Gothamites)

However, they watch as he works the crowd, smile glinting in a way that verges on too-sweet and p, laughing as a mogul talks of some sort of Organisation they’ve set up involving the homeless, and -

The man is in prison the following week, charged with many counts of trafficking, and he’d miraculously ended up in a court that couldn’t be bribed -

Oh, yes, now they’re interested.

Anyways, so Tim starts running into Bruce’s wards a little more, of course. They try to be subtle about it, but Tim is very well aware of them and knows that he’s either being investigated or he’s some weird form of civilian city-cleanup entertainment (and wow, maybe he was flattering himself)

But they start wooing bit by bit, and our boys have maybe one combined subtle bone in their bodies, and Tim, here, has had so much practice with people that he realizes very quickly what their intentions are.

Instead of confronting them, though, which may lead to questions and turn them off from him (because they only wanted sweet but fierce normal CEO Tim - there’s no way they would want him as he is -) he decides that ‘hey, isn’t this an opportunity?’ And begins to help himself to their help.

Maybe it’s a file on some shady business dealer he’s left out ‘accidentally’ when they come over for coffee, or maybe it’s a hint here or there about a drug circulating on the down-low to a very specific group of people, or even notes on a cop he’d noticed a discrepancy with.

Dick and Jason are always so interested, after all, and Nightwing and Redhood are always so willing to help out a plain, ordinary CEO with his worries.

Everything could come to a head one day, however, when Tim might slip up somewhere due to lack of sleep and get caught in something. With little other choice he might call Dick or Jason and ask for help, and, well?

Wouldn’t they just find their little civilian detective so much more interesting?

(*coughcough* ANYWAYS - I hope you’re doing well!! Love love you and all your works, fren! I really hope I haven’t overstepped any bounds with this short thing inspired by your au, but I honestly just love your writing and this concept!! Many many hugs to you and kiddo!<333)

Prime Girl babe!

I was so happy when I saw your message in my fucking inbox and then, then, you bring this to my table? This buffet of clever, sassy, civilian Tim getting all kind of comfortable with hot vigilantes because he absolutely takes no shit when it comes to corporate bribery and corruption, is one of those CEOs that pretty much refuses a pay raise and puts it back into the company, that pushes for more than the standard 2% for his hard working employees, that makes sure they're donating to the right causes in Gotham, demands to see change whenever they support a cause? (The only reason the skate park keeps getting rebuilt after any number of shitty bad guys blows it up is because Tim can't stand the thought of a Gotham without one. Same for the several rec centers all over town.) And you, you, put this in front of me like an offering to the Gods of the Muse that Tim not only knows, but he takes perfect fucking advantage of it to use them strategically in bed and out to make sure the underground criminals, the blue collars, the corrupt politicians, cops, and judges, get their fucking due with minimal effort and no bodily harm in his future?

And like this idea isn't good enough by any stretch, but let's just have a nice CEO facing down one of Gotham's crime syndicates because he absolutely fucked up and he's done good things so this isn't a bad way to go–

When the skyline breaks in and a whole lot of pissed off vigilantes take the scene.

I'm not going to say the Red Hood isn't utterly vicious, or that one of his clips isn't rubber bullets. I'm not going to say Nightwing is banter-less once he sees how beat-up Tim is, the blood oozing from the cuts on his face, the deep bruising and swelling. I'm not going to say how merciless Robin is when he sees the usually clean cut CEO an utter exhausted mess.

Nor am I going to say how much they all coddle the fuck out of him for the next few weeks, stalk him in his office, his home, his commute to assure themselves he's okay, he's healing, he isn't in anyone else's hands–

except theirs.

#omg babe #this idea tho #winter rambles #because the muse is with babe on this one #civilian!tim

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CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS FREN 💖💖 you deserve it and so much more

If you're feeling up to it (DONT FEEL OBLIGATED DO U HEAR ME MY DEAR) movie verse Jay my beloved

asfljdlkj tysm Amour! I'm so glad to have you as part of my tumblr family, ur one of my best friends on here 💕✨

i really needed to write something movie!verse because I LOVE movie!verse and haven't written anything yet, so I was excited for this one

(@fabro-de-omres you've said in the past that you would love to read it if I wrote something movie!verse, so here's ✨content✨)

I'll chase you to the moon and back

Summary: When you’re in a secret ninja force and are your city’s primary protectors, pulling your weight is important.

Jay tries to be an asset to his team, but it’s difficult when he’s viewed as the scaredy-cat who cracks lame jokes. He loves his friends with all his heart, but sometimes it’s hard to know if they return those feelings.

Jay wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t.

Sometimes, Jay felt like he was a burden to the team.

He tried not to, he really did- he knew the others liked him and cared about him. But standing next to strong Cole, smart Zane, brave Kai, determined Nya, or warm-hearted Lloyd, it was difficult not to feel… inadequate.

It didn’t help that Cole hadn’t answered any of his recent texts.

It could be anything, Jay told himself as he stared down at the unread messages, resisting the urge to send another text. He could have an appointment he forgot to tell me about, or maybe he’s just not looking at his phone right now, or he simply doesn’t share my urgency to answer a text message so quickly. Cole had always been much more laid back about that, raising an eyebrow as Jay always scrambled to answer the text from his mom, or whoever had sent it this time.

But Cole was also Jay’s best friend. He knew he got anxious when someone left him unread for too long. Because of that, he had always been good about answering Jay’s texts quickly, even as the others still groaned about the earth ninja taking ages to respond to them.

For him to go an hour without responding was… concerning, to say the least.

Jay pushed the thoughts aside. He was probably just overthinking this, like he always was. Cole would get back to him soon. It wasn’t like he was ignoring him, or anything.

Maybe the others are up to something. He opened the group chat, but although there were usually a hundred notifications at any given time- he had learned that the hard way the first day he had joined, turning on his phone after school to a whopping 785 texts- it was empty now. The last text was from Lloyd, asking Kai to meet him at his locker before lunch.

Jay felt his heart rate spike. The lack of an argument between Kai and Nya in the last five minutes alone was worrying- because heaven forbid they actually talk things out in person, even if they literally lived one bedroom down from each other- and his mind quickly spiraled into possibilities. Had someone kidnapped them? Had their parents grounded them? Or maybe they had committed a crime and gotten thrown into jail. He wouldn’t put it past Kai and Nya to pull something dumb- Cole and Zane would go along with it, and Lloyd would never speak up enough to voice his disproval-

No, don’t be ridiculous, they wouldn’t commit a crime.

Well… Kai might. But the others would stop him.

What if they made a separate group chat without me?

No. His friends would never do that. They’d be more likely to commit that crime.

But the thought wouldn’t leave Jay’s brain, and before he knew it, he was sending a text in the group chat.

jaybird123: What r u guys up to? Wanna hang?

He immediately regretted it. What if he came off as too clingy? Too overbearing? They probably just wanted some time to themselves.

That didn’t sound quite right to Jay, but he stuffed his phone in his pocket, forcing the thought out of his mind.

He decided to go to the park- watching the people there always gave him good ideas for inventions. He was too late to catch a bus down there, but it wasn’t too far to walk.

His phone buzzed, and he glanced down.

thegreendragon: sorry jay, got plans 2nite. maybe tmrrw?

Jay tried to stop the pang of disappointment. Lloyd wouldn’t lie to him. The others probably were just busy. It was no big deal. Tomorrow, things would be back to normal.

A couple of blocks away, he caught the sounds of annoyed shouts, the kind that usually hinted towards the presence of-

He stopped, blinking, as a boy darted past the onlookers and into the shop.

Huh. Lloyd?

Starting towards the store his friend had vanished into, Jay peered through the window, looking for Lloyd-

Jay froze. Lloyd was standing with the others, animatedly babbling something to them as they watched him happily.

Jay shrunk back. They really had met up without him, and had lied about it, too. He wasn’t being paranoid- his friends just didn’t want him around.

For a moment, the shock left Jay floundering. He had no other friends. The other ninja were his entire livelihood. What was he meant to do now?

He quickly wiped at the tears pooling in his eyes. I’ll go home. My mom will know what to do.

He had the worst feeling that this was something that even his mom couldn’t fix, though.

About halfway home, a buzz in his pocket interrupted him from his stupor. Pulling out his phone, he saw there was a new message in the group chat.

rock’n’cole: hey jay, something just came up, can u meet us at the warehouse asap?

Jay just stared at his phone for a minute, debating whether to actually show up or not. After all, the others had ditched him, why shouldn’t he do the same? And he still felt hurt- he wasn’t sure if he was ready to talk to them yet. He really should just go home.

jaybird123: sure, i’ll be there in 20

Jay had never been good at holding grudges.

Thirty minutes later (he had ended up stalling a little bit just for the spite of it) he pushed through the doors of the warehouse. It was pitch black inside, and as he fumbled around for the lights, he couldn’t help but notice that no one else was there. It was stupid of me to come. They just abandoned me. Again.

Suddenly, the lights burst on, and the others were jumping out from behind the furniture, cheering and hugging him. Jay stumbled backward, taken aback. “What’s going on?”

Kai looked at him like he was crazy, gesturing widely at all the balloons and streamers that Jay could see now that the lights were on. “It’s a party, dumbass, what else do you think?”

“What for? It’s not my birthday!”

Nya scoffed, as if he had just told her that men lived on the moon. “Of course not, this is for your Ninja-versary!”

“My… what?”

“The anniversary of the day you first became a ninja, stupid!”

“Oh.” He blinked around at all the decor. “All this? Just for something as simple as that?”

Kai wasn’t the only one looking at him like he had sprouted a second head, now.

“Are you kidding?” Cole said. “We’re not going to skimp on celebrating the day one of our favorite people came into our lives.”

Jay blinked at him. “I…” I’m so sorry for ever doubting you. That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

“Now, what are we waiting around for?” Cole threw an arm around Jay’s shoulders. “Let’s go get some cake!”

As the ninja hurried over to the table, squabbling over who would get which slice, Jay squashed between the middle of his big, loud, bickering family, he couldn’t have felt more at home.

#:D #movie characters are so fun y'all #i'll definitely have to write something that explores all of them more not just jay #but i'll save that for something longer so i can do it properly #and coming up with their chat usernames was the highlight of this piece XD #i have more for the others as well and this is going to remain canon within all my movie fics #ninjago #asks #amourshipper393 #fic request #event #100 followers event #ficlet #my fic #rosie writes #movie!verse #tlnm #jay walker #requests open

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Hello fren, brain is mashed potato and can't remember if I sent you an OC question. My list says no, but my brain says that I did. So have another! If you'd like to answer ofc. Used my lenormand deck to help make the questions today. For anyone you'd like to talk about!

(30) Lily - What's one thing that they would tell their younger selves if they could? Do they believe the claim that 'time heals all wounds'? Would their younger self recognize them now?

(@uselessidiotsquad)

Ty for the ask!! I've debated who to answer this for and my brain went "Arson man?" so Arson man it is :>

El is someone whose growth is still ongoing, very much so, and in that regard he's a very interesting subject here. Turning point was obviously meeting Liv which led to lots of new experiences that helped him realise that his old ways aren't really most adjusted. So now he's almost 30, which is like ancient in sylvari years, and looking back to his sapling days, his first instinct would be to mercilessly tear himself down, actually.

But then he would remember how easily he can get angry even now and how it takes conscious effort to not flare up, and he'd make a really cute face of visible confusion and a little bit of unease (which is again, a bit of a pout) because he's not used to *understanding* his own emotions and he's still learning how to do it in a more acceptable way.

So in a way, he wouldn't say anything to his younger self; if he did, he'd be, again, needlessly cruel. Instead, he would be quiet and not interfere. He's also very uncomfortable with addressing it at the moment, so he puts it off until he works through his learned reactions. (And if someone else asked about that and it's not Liv or Hearne, say a therapist, he'd just start shouting because anger is comfortable, safe and doesn't leave him defenseless.)

See, my boy DID A GROW!!!!! HE DID A GROW PEOPLE!!!

I also feel like his younger self wouldn't recognise him. He'd be baffled at how current El can place so much trust in select people, how he doesn't fear Liv leaving him, how he is able to more or less ask for companionship and comfort. How internally, essentially calmer he is. El still feels deeply and a lot, he just has better ways of dealing with it and is making an effort, as much as he's able to.

I'm having El feels....

#gw2 #ty for the question!! #elandrin aien #i just wanna kiss his cheeks and hug him #i dont gotta get on my tippy toes #he's the same height as me #but just... el #my man #my darling boy #bastard man (affectionate) #*shows el like simba* it's a boy