#this is another one of those drawings when i just kinda turned my brain off and scribbled lol

[divine-misfortune]

cancelling the rest of my plans for the day bc your fleshlight post about phantom has me on the floor and I can NOT get up

The post in question :))

Dew stares up at him through those pale eyelashes. A look that could have been soft, innocent. Should have been. No, Dew was watching him with the attentiveness of a hungry dog despite everything else about him being relaxed. At ease. Something Phantom was far from.

Face still colored with humiliation, Dew only sought to deepen the violet in his cheeks - he wanted his embarrassment to be vivid, the closest thing to tangible he could get.

The fire ghoul kept his fingers curled around the hard plastic regardless of his little mewls of protest. Slowly rocking it back and forth, just enough to tug at his knot (but more so to remind him of how pathetic it was to be trapped in fucking fleshlight) and let a little bit of his cum dribble out. There had been the beginnings of a wet spot on the front of his pants to begin with, a little overzealous with lube, but it was growing to become far more noticeable.

Dew smiled up at him with the faintest hint of teeth as Phantom's nails dug into the couch cushions, another sound of objection starting to bubble up but Dew hushed him before it found its way to the surface.

"Just helping bug," he shifted onto his knees. "Wanna make sure you're properly taken care of."

His pale hair slipped from where it had been tucked behind his ear as he dipped his head, forked tongue flicking out to grace where skin and silicone met. Phantom screwed his eyes shut and tried not to buck upwards at the warmth of Dew's exhale. Breath audibly hitching when he was given more, he didn't know if it was too much or not enough. It was something and he couldn't wrap his mind around it, or anything for that matter. His brain was still fuzzy, had been since he'd first popped the head of his cock into the toy now serving as a means of torture, but Dew was steadily pushing him towards having straight up static in his skull with every little movement.

When Dew kissed over his sack in an oddly sweet gesture before taking one of his balls into his mouth, it was decidedly too much. Phantom sounded wounded with his cry and Dew let out a pleased sound in response. Little vibrations to accompany the languid caress of his tongue and Phantom's eyes were nearly crossing.

"Dew - Dew, fuck, you gotta-"

He pulled off with a satisfying pop that left the little ghoul sagging into the couch.

"I know baby, i know" the sympathy in his voice was just honey masking the medicine. "Your balls still feel so full, must hurt so bad."

"Wh..." he blinked slowly, brows drawing together.

Dew tutted at him and got off the floor, finding a new home straddling his lap. Phantom couldn't help that his hands automatically went to place on his waist, his blind obedience earned him a soft chuckle. Holding the toy steady in one hand, the other came to cup his jaw and turn his face upwards before Dew kissed him.

It was no longer a gentle push towards that far away headspace, more like a full-on shove when Dew's tongue slipped into his mouth. He could taste himself, kinda salty but heady all the same, mixed with something floral lingering in the other ghoul's mouth. Kinda reminded him of Mountain's breakfast teas. Familiar and the last solid thing he could hope to latch onto to not slip entirely, but that lasted as long as it took for Dew to start shifting the toy again.

Phantom moaned into his mouth, allowing Dew to lick that much deeper. There was a bit more give to the toy now, his knot deflating slowly, slower than he'd like but too quick for Dew's liking.

He pulled back and Phantom found himself sitting there with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, fixated on the string of saliva connecting them up until it broke.

"Gonna help you feel good," Dew's thumb stroked his jaw. "Make my good boy feel good, doesn't that sound nice?"

"But...'M sensitive."

"Just sensitive cause you didn't do a good enough job, silly boy."

"I-I didn't?"

Dew shook his head and tsked. Phantom's ears pinned back at his apparent disappointment but still twitched at the slick sound of the fleshlight stroking over him. The immediate discomfort of overstimulation felt further off but still around the corner, it wouldn't take much for the pinpricks of agonizing pleasure to dig into him again.

"I'm just gonna take care of you, get that knot nice and fat so nothing spills out."

His eyes fluttered when Dew's thumb pushed between his lips, heavy head dropping against the back of the couch with a groan. Dew had found an unfortunately efficient motion. Like a more complicated handjob in a way, stroking, twisting as soon as he felt resistance to his pull. Effectively milking him for everything he had - and Dew planned on taking everything he had to give. He could feel the last of the blood in his head rushing towards his cock. Traitorously staying fat and continuing to ache, his knot threatening to swell again, Dew had more control of his body than he did.

"Wanna see you fuck this pretty little pussy full."

#hello i made it worse :) #i did not proofread this so if u see mistakes no the fuck u did not #i speedwrote this during my break and got so into it i forgot to eat my lunch ghdbdh (eating at my desk tho dw) #void writing #spicy tag #writing #answered #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop/phantom #aeon ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost ficlet #ghost the band

[pondsblog]

Stoner!Simon

cw: weed use, nsfw no use if y/n

Simon Riley as a stoner...burr. It probably started as a medical weed but turned in more. He smokes at least once a day when he is at home on leave. 

He will pay for you to get your nails done—whatever you want—just for you to roll his joints for him. He will do it himself, but you do it so much better, he’ll whine; he will even grind the weed! In return for the gorgeous way you skillfully roll the blunt. He will light it with a Zippo with your initials carved into it; the same lighter goes into his breast pocket when he is on the field.

His honey-brown eyes stay fixed on you as you stick out your tongue sealing up the blunt, He adjusts his pants when his dick starts slightly cubbing up at the sight of you licking the paper. He can’t help it; he’s like Pavlov’s dog. The same thing happens when he’s convinced you into rolling him another joint; he’s had one by now, and his brain feels foggy and his eyes are red and droopy. He can’t help letting his mind conjure up other ways he could use those hands and mouths of yours. This time he doesn’t bother adjusting the tent that is forming in his pants; instead, he watches you finish and asks you bluntly.

 “Wann’ suck my cock, Lovie?"

Later on, after he’s pulled his pants down and lit the joint you’ve made with praise tumbling out of his mouth. “You’re so good for me aren’t ya Lovie?” You can try to reply but the stiff cock in your mouth makes it all muffled. He pulls you off his dick, and he lifts himself off the back of the couch, blowing smoke into your face as you gasp for air. His hands come to hold your face and you notice he's gotten rid of the joint. He shakes your head, drawing you back to him suddenly. “Good girl, yeah,” he’ll nod at you before pushing you back down onto his cock, making you gag. His hips come up down your throat, and your nose gets buried in his musky pubic hair. 

Ahhh i hope this is okay, and yes kinda a rewrite.

#call of duty mw2 #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley mw2 #simon riley x you #cod x reader #cod headcanons #cod mw2

[ex-mortis-evie]

Hey, goofball.

Welcome back to reading another one of my weird little rambles that you seem to be really obsessed with reading.

I mean, I don’t mind that you are at all.

I’m just some weird corner of the internet you’ve found yourself in.

Sometimes those little nooks and crannies can give us the most valued experiences, you know?

I’m serious about that, the world’s a weird place after all.

You never know what pitfalls you’ll find yourself in.

Take me for example, i’m just some gal that loves the science and theory behind trance.

I’m no dominant supervillain or mastermind manipulator.

I just like making people feel good I guess.

And honestly, I don’t even know how I’ve been able to do it.

How I’ve been able to work my way through people’s brains like they’re paper and influence them with nothing but words deep within.

Genuinely, I have no idea.

Though I’ve noticed I tend to ramble on about trance and the science behind it.

How it’s initiated, how it affects us, how it corrupts and changes us.

See? Right there.

That’s what I mean.

I ramble on and on and people just kinda…listen.

Like they’re just naturally drawn into whatever I have to say.

It’s not even an attempt from me most of the time.

I just say what I feel and think, I can’t really help it.

It’s just the person I am I guess.

But, I think that’s why I really like trance.

I like how I can just go off about something and end up enamoring someone so deeply that they just hook into my words and feel that deep connection.

It’s a really interesting idea, too.

How our minds can just attach themselves to an idea and never fully let go.

Like one of those random memories you have that really had no bearing on your life but just can’t seem to forget for whatever reason.

And it’s fascinating to me.

The psychology behind how the mind can seem to indulge itself in ideas that on the surface, seem so arbitrary and random.

But, i think there’s a reason behind it all.

It sees a lesson in what we don’t.

It sees past what our conscious mind sees and remembers what our subconscious mind remembers.

That’s why we hook onto the words of another that we may not fully understand.

Because our subconscious is giving us reasons to indulge.

It’s interested despite it not making all that much logical sense.

But sometimes, something doesn’t have to make sense to, for lack of a better term, make sense.

Maybe sometimes we just accept things as they are and move on.

The suspension of disbelief.

It’s the idea that our minds can just turn off our logical side and embrace something as real, even if it isn’t.

Like how during movies, we don’t see the actors, we see the characters.

That’s sort of what trance can be.

Where your subconscious can just accept something and flow into it.

It doesn’t exactly have to make all that much sense to you, but that’s why it feels so good.

Because when you just accept stuff as they are, sometimes you can find beauty in the books and crannies of the mind.

Where you can experience things beyond your wildest dreams.

Where fantasy and reality blur lines.

Where you start to blur a bit.

I mean, no doubt you’ve felt that draw ever since I started talking, right?

I usually wouldn’t assume, but with how this has been going for you, it seems like it’s not even really intentional anymore.

You just kinda fall for my words every time.

Not that I complain of course, I enjoy watching your eyes flutter a bit as your mind starts to skip over a thought or two.

But, it really is fascinating to me.

How my words can do this to you.

Where it seems like they’re the only thing that matters in the entire universe.

Where you start to deeply relax like never before.

Where you can’t quite take your eyes off of them.

Where you feel that familiar pull taking you under the waves of relaxation.

Where your thoughts start to fog up into a beautiful pink cloud.

Where you just kinda…drop for me.

And I’m not exactly the type to tell you to do that for me.

But, I don’t even think you’d mind if I did.

I don’t think you’d quite mind if I was a bit more dominant, where I took more of an active role in hypnotizing you and pushed you beyond your deepest relaxation.

Starting to wonder what that would feel like, darling?

That’s what I was hoping for.

Not only so that it’s easier to just take your brain, but so that I can really start shaking your head up a bit.

I like it when your thoughts race as they fade.

Where they seem to start heating up and exciting you, even if you’re going completely empty and brainless.

It’s this sudden jolt of bliss that you start feeling, not really like anything before it.

Where you wanna lose every thought, but also just can’t help but feel so ecstatic over the possibilities of trance.

That wonderful melting pot, starting to burn that brain of yours right away.

And it’s just spiraling now, that excitement mixing with that need to go deeper for me.

It’s just so incredible, right?

And that’s why you’ll drop for me.

Knowing that the more you’re pushed, the deeper you’ll go.

And since you go so incredibly brainless at me not even trying?

God, you’re gonna be braindead when I’m done with you.

And hey, you may already feel it coming on.

Where that brain just goes so silent and so soft on you.

Just because thoughts are burdens to you.

You wanna float free and fly away in the flow of my frantic words, don’t you?

Of course you do, tiger.

They are my words, after all.

Just this perfect harmony of pure pleasure parading throughout your paralyzed body.

Because you don’t wanna move.

You don’t wanna think.

You just wanna go into full on emptiness.

Where thoughts are afterthoughts.

Where will is for others with actual willpower.

And where you’re just here.

Empty.

Euphoric.

And absolutely ecstatic to be so far gone.

Speaking of being so far gone, it’s just so easy to fall away when I’m talking, right?

It’s not even anything you have to try for anymore.

You just fall apart.

You just drift away.

You just empty out everything for me.

Leaving it all out.

And just going deeper.

Like a rocket breaking off chunks of itself to go farther.

You break off thoughts.

You break off will.

You break off worry.

You break off stress.

You break off energy.

You break off control.

Just so you can fly into my space.

Into the euphoria only I can give you.

And absolutely lose yourself again.

Remember how many times I’ve said that it feels good to lose to me?

Because losing is just so pleasurable that anything else doesn’t matter?

You’re losing everything, darling.

And with each thought.

Each minute.

Each piece of control you lose.

You get a tingle of pleasure.

And it just builds and builds and builds.

So easy to lose, isn’t it?

So much easier when you don’t have the choice to do anything else but lose.

Because when you’re stripped away of everything for me and whisked into the deep cosmos of empty trance?

You’re too far gone to care how much you’ve lost.

Your brain’s left behind.

You don’t have any control.

You just have that ecstasy.

That deep and bountiful pleasure.

That makes the entire trip worth it.

You’re the one that kept reading all of my words.

Kept lapping up every syllable I’ve said.

You didn’t really care how they affected you.

Just that they felt good.

Just that they felt right.

Just that they felt different.

Different pleasure than you’ve ever experienced before.

It’s all on design, darling.

Because that’s the true conundrum of all of this.

Do I truly mean to hypnotize you?

Do I truly corrupt and brainwash you on purpose?

And if I did…would you even mind?

Would there be a doubt in your head or would you just lay there and accept your fate?

Would you try and resist me or would you accept the futility of resistance and simply allow it?

Would you want to be my thrall?

Or would it be a need?

After all, you’ve already been brainwashed.

No need to hide it, darling.

Tell me all about it.

Let those eyes roll back in pleasure.

Let your body and mind crumble under the sheer weight of my power.

And be a good thrall for me now, ‘kay?

Until then, stay cool and wake naturally.

Oh, and do throw me a bone with some feedback, I’d love to build upon all of this.

Thanks for dropping!

#hypnosis #brainwashing #hypnotism #mind conditioning #mind control #brain drain #hypnotized #covert hypnosis #hypnok1nk #hypnodom

[magewolf-the-artist]

Ahh, Charles Brook my beloved

1. Me when I first started drawing this doodle dump: Oh golly gee brain, what should we draw first? My brain: Charles on a toddler leash with Susan holding it and looking tired Me: Wowie sounds fun! Yeah this doodle pretty much summarizes their dynamic in the Domestic K-9 AU

2. There's a graphic description of somebody being killed in the next paragraph so feel free to skip over it 

To make a long-ish story short, Charles was snooping around the backstage area as his daughter, Lily's, birthday was wrapping up, he found Susan on death's door inside the Banny animatronic and freaks tf out, Bon finds him and they play a terrifying little game of hide and seek, and just as Charles thinks he's fine, WHAM! His faces gets smashed into the floor by Bon, turning his skull into a fine mush and killing him pretty much instantly. Ironically in this AU at least, his death was the most merciful because he at least got the insta-kill treatment rather than suffering through hours or days of agony. I imagine in death, his face kinda sags forward. Kinda like a bag of sand taped to a wood plank. 

3. So semi-recently I think, Charles was confirmed to have ADHD, and I saw some doodles by @xzbat-loverzx about one of him stims being clicking a pen and I thought, "Ah yes, perfect". Not really a ton else to this doodle, except I can imagine BSI employees constantly leaving pens and pencils behind whenever they stay at the K-9 Facility

4. This one is my favorite and the one I'm the most excited to explain!

So the first few weeks or so at the K-9 facility was, to put it lightly, a fucking nightmare for Charles (and Rosemary but I'll cover that another time). He was constantly eaten away by guilt, shame, anger, fear, and sadness and generally he was an incoherent, delusional wreck, even on his good days. At some point he managed to get it into his head that he could break out of the facility by body slamming the walls which, A, they are made of solid concrete, and B, even if he did break them, he'd be greeted by an avalanche of dirt. But again, he wasn't really in his right mind at the time

Susan was kind of in a hell of her own during that time considering she'd have to be the one to repair him afterwards. Those episodes are actually the reason the plastic casing on the Boozoo animatronic's upper right arm and the left hand is missing, because at some point they sustained so damage that they just fell off. Susan didn't exactly have a ton of patience for this, and his incoherent babblings whenever she would pull him away would only make her more pissed off. This isn't entire fair to him of course, as he is not at all in his right mind, but in fairness to her, the idiot would slam himself into the walls whenever she took her eyes off of him for even a SECOND, even if it was just to retrieve tools or spare parts from the tool closet.

Eventually what happens is that Susan convinces Bon to hold him down while she goes over to the tool closet and retrieve whatever thing she needs, idk man, I'm not into robotics. When she gets back, Charles is unusually quiet and Bon is trying not to laugh his ass off. Oddly enough, he doesn't take the opportunity to make some snide comment or mock either of them while she works, he stares at the both of them silently.

Once that's done, Susan very begrudgingly thanks him for the help and, with possibly the most shit eating, Cheshire cat, smug as fuck grin, Bon replies, "That's what friends are for." And then she smacks him.

#the walten files #walten files #susan woodings #twf fanart #twf banny #twf bon #charles brook #the walten files fanart #twf boozoo #twf #twf susan #twf charles #Domestic K-9

[weedsmokingbfs]

WAHOO SOL BACKSTORY TIME. Well . More like Sols Deal with pandemonium. her entire childhood can wait for another day. this is her ass

First I need to give some context to the kingdom she lives in. Its a giant (and I mean HUGE. thousands of people live on it. you see those little lines of the sides? those are Trains to take you to each section. if thats a better size comparison) heres a drawing of it

Praecanema was founded and built by a supposed “great scientist” named Velda.

This giant hunk of metal roams around in a polluted desert, keeping the people inside safe from the outside air. Science is very important here, and your worth is dependent on your contributions. The kingdoms symbol is the trifecta, and its used to represent the scientific process (problem, effort, solution). The kingdom itself is anti magic, and has a superiority complex over magic users. Everyone here is kinda a massive asshole.

This was all instilled into their brains through Veldas propaganda. Why is she so anti magic? Because shes a Fraud. Infact, she uses magic Herself. She never was a great scientist, she has been harnessing the power of an entity to give her the intelligence to do any of this in the first place. This entity is also helping this giant machine to run. It was never organic fuel, it was Magic. To keep anyone from finding out, she turned her kingdom against the concept of magic entirely.

Time skip a couple of decades, and this entity is starting to grow tired of Velda constantly taking advantage of it. Veldas power over it id starting to slip. With no entity, theres no one to run the ship, and with no ship, theres no protection from the outside air. Everyone would have to evacuate, and Velda would lose her precious kingdom and reputation. She needs a new fuel source before this entity detaches from her entirely, but since shes a fraud scientist she needs Help.

This is where Sol comes in. Its not uncommon from people on this ship to be crazy, but Sol fits under the Crazy Crazy. Known to take her experiments to far, and getting herself hurt in the process. Shes also been in trouble with the law on multiple occasions. So basically, the perfect candidate for Velda to pull into her experiment. Not only has she been know to do crazy things in the name of science, shes also Completely Disposable if something goes wrong. No ones gonna miss the criminal.

Sol has constantly been belittled and is always fighting for peoples respect, so when Velda offered her to opportunity to work on a project with her, she was Thrilled. The leader? of our kingdom? wants to work with MEEE?? THAT’LL SHOW THE HATERS.. So, Sol accepts.

Sol is also currently living with her childhood best friend (they are yuri.. but its. Complicated…) Dia. Sol has only ever had Dia to rely on, so the two are very close. Heres an img of her . her relevancy will come later

Anyways. Sol was instructed to keep this project a secret by Velda. She said it was to keep panic off the streets, but it was definitely just to cover up all her lies about magic.

The experiments started relatively tame, trying to convert organic resources into fuel. Nothing was working, none of it was powerful enough to run the entire ship. Unknowingly to Sol, this was because it wasn’t built to run on organic sources, it was built to run on Magic.

After tireless research, Sol exhausted all her resources. Hope was Slim. Or so she thought🤓☝️. One night at a bar, Sol drunkenly gets into a conversation with another scientist. Vaguely mentioning how her project is failing. The scientist brings up the ideas of mixing magic and science offhandedly, but it sticks with Sol. (fun fact, the scientist was illusioned in by Pandemonium (lore here if u haven’t read it https://www.tumblr.com/weedsmokingbfs/732808761161465856/not-my-ass-already-forgetting-important-lore-he its probably best to read this rq if you haven’t already) in order to set up his plan for later)

Reluctantly, Sol brings up the idea to Velda. Velda pretends to be hesitant, but its Relived Sol brought it up First. Velda pulls the “well i wouldn’t usually want to.. But if its the Only Way to Keep Everyone Safe🥺” card. So she gets to work on experimenting with different types of magic.

Originally just with the idea of casting spells on the ship, but she quickly realizes this would require a constantly influx of magic that would just be to draining for someone to do. The ship is also so large it would require Multiple People casting spells all throughout the day, which isn’t feasible. Then she moved onto the idea of harvesting magic from magical plants, or items, but over time the magic would weaken or fade out entirely. She needed an Infinite Magic source.

During all of this, Sol was being horribly overworked. She was growing more irritable, and was being a massive dick to Dia lol. Dia knew she was snapping because of all the work on her, and told her that maybe she should step down from this mystery project. Sol lost it on Dia, saying they were jealous of her. She had worked so hard for respect for so long, and now, she “had” it. Why couldn’t they just be happy for her? The argument got worse, and ended with Dia saying until Sol gets her shit together, shes staying with her mom. Sol was back to being alone.

This is when things erm. start to get a bit dark. Sol has an encounter with an immortal magic user, and realizes hey Wait a Minute. This is an infinite magic source, they cant die because they have magic keeping them alive, so no matter how much magic you harvest from them, the source Renews itself. Sol brings it up to Velda, not fully sure about it, since it requires human experimentation. Sols crazy but maybe not torture an innocent person crazy. Velda who does not give a Fuck immediately pressures Sol into it. Hinting that things may not go very well for her if she Doesn’t Comply. Sol instantly starts to feel some regrets but Whoops we are in it now boys.

She gets to work and kidnaps the immortal, and begins experimentation. Harvesting magic from the immortal, as their body continually regenerated itself. Low and behold it Worked in powering the machine. The problem is One immortals magic is not enough. It could only fuel small parts. She needed multiple. But its not like a handful of immortal magic users are just lying around anywhere.

This is where Pandemonium comes in, striking up a deal with Sol. Promising with Sols help he could possess the bodies of people, making them immortal through his magic. As long as Sol promised not to kick him out of the bodies. He claimed he was trapped inside mirrors, (the surface he can Naturally traverse) so Sol letting him into these bodies would benefit him too. (he’s LYINGG!) She takes the deal, and helps him into the bodies of some innocent people to become apart of the experiment. Yayyyyyyyyyy.

Her mental and physical health massively declined during this time, turns out being around lifeless bodies all day n experimenting on them is Really Draining! But Sol is to deep in it now, and the pressure from Velda only grows. Erm. Things get worse though.

Dia, collecting some of her things from Sols house, stumbles across papers of the work shes been doing. (once again Pandemonium let Dia find these. just the next step in his story) Her curiosity wins and she reads them, they dont reveal the full situation, but raise concerns. Dia investigates further, not fully knowing what shes getting into. It ends with her finding out about the human experimentation, to her disgust. She has bigger problems now though, because she was Also Caught, she manages to escape in time but now Velda knows Dia knows. Velda knows the only way to keep this project safe, is to “dispose” of Dia. Sol, fights aside, doesn’t want Dia to fucking Die. So she tells Velda she will take care of Dia.

Sol isn’t sure what to do, or how to protect Dia, until Pandemonium comes to her with an idea! Oh boy. Pandemonium tells Sol to let him possess Dia as well, and add her to the experiment. She wont have to kill her, and Dia will totally be unconscious and not in pain!!! 😁 And once everything with Velda calms down, Pandemonium will let Dia go :3. Sol is hesitant, but sees this as the better option to her dying. She accepts, and Dia becomes another body in the experiment.

Time goes on, Sols practically at her limit. Overworked and guilt ridden. Anything would push her over the edge. This anything, happens to be one of the people waking up during the experiment, crying and sobbing about how much pain they are in. (lowkey… i think its Dia. because im Evil.) Turns out, everyone could feel Everything Sol was doing. She was unknowingly Torturing them. She fucking snaps, and decides shes Done. She doesn’t care what happens anymore she cant go on like this.

Erm. If you remember, the premise of the deal was that Sol wasn’t allowed to force Pandemonium out of the bodies, or else the deal would be broken. And thats exactly what she does. She frees the possessed people, and the deal is broke. Pandemonium now owns Sols soul and drags her off to puppet hell.

Erm. This feels like a depressing ending but um. her story is not over… its just not finished yet because she exsists in a dnd campaign 😅 so i have to. Wait. LMFAO. I have more lore for her puppet days, but ill wait to explain it till i get to chesils lore. THIS IS ALR SO LONG

#next… dias lore #she also got left on a cliffhanger here but she has lore after the experiments!! #sol and dia make me crazy. they didnt even have time to talk to eachother about everything b4 pandemonium ripped sol away #IM CRAZY JM CRAZY #i feel cringe posting these i hope ysll actusally like them lmfao #furry #furry oc #furry art #cyborg #industrial #concept art #character design #muppysocs #oc:dia #oc:sol #oc:pandemonium

[fuzztacular]

Fukunaga does stand up comedy, tonight, and he's hella nervous so the team has promised not to show up as audience.

Instead, they are at your place, bullying you into wearing something very flashy - like a neon green hoodie or the giant Pikachu Hat Fukunaga won you at last year's festival - so that Fukunaga won't notice them in the background when they smuggle you into the show.

What better way of curing nerves than to be more embarrassing?

I scowl at Kuroo. I'm kinda peeved that his sad excuse for an idea isn't such a bad one. Most of the old Nekoma volleyball team is crowded into my living room on an unannounced visit. After hearing that I was the only one allowed to go to Shōhei's second ever stand up show, he did a good job of hiding his first one from them, they were upset to say the least. His feelings on the issue didn't seem to matter, they are insistent that they support their friend and ex teammate. I think their curious natures are getting the better of them more than anything though.

As soon as I turn my back Yamamoto pipes up, "Aw come on, you know it would work!"

I heave a sigh, "Yeah yeah, just let me think for a minute."

It could definitely work, with a properly thought out plan. Do I have what I need to pull this off? What about timing? Do I signal them to come in after he's distracted or should they be hiding somewhere inside?

A vague plan starts to form in my head, but there are so many possibilities of failure. I turn back and eye them appraisingly. "Okay, if we're doing this, we do it my way, got it?" The group cheers, minus Kenma, who perks up in interest. "BUT!" They groan at the mention of another condition. "You guys owe us."

Yaku speaks up this time, eyeing me back critically, "What's your price?"

"I want one of those expensive cakes from that bakery down the road."

"That's all?" Lev's surprise is apparent.

"No that's not all, you guys buy our drinks tonight after his gig."

"Obviously," Kuroo leans back into the couch.

I clap my hands, "Alright then, here's how this will go..."

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Sitting alone at the closest table to the stage, I feel the hair at the back of my neck stand on end. Ever since we left my apartment I've felt eyes on me. So many eyes. And not just the Nekoma guys' either. I don't love all the attention but at least we know my distraction attempt will work. It's fine, this is totally fine. Just think of how decadent that cake is going to taste. This all will definitely be worth it...I hope.

As the act before Shōhei leaves the stage, I glance back to the bar area, making sure the guys aren't causing mayhem or drawing attention. Nope, all eyes are still on me. Phase One: success. As my man is finally announced, I perk up, preparing for my part in Phase Two.

Shōhei makes his grand entrance. I shoot to my feet hooting and hollering, clapping in overzealous excitement. The man of the hour startles at the commotion, turning my way and stops, mouth hanging open gawking at my attire. He can't seem to believe it's really me in the embarrassing cow onesie, udders in full view, topped with a bright glittery orange cowboy hat.

My wink restarts his brain and with a guffaw at my expense he proceeds... to make me the butt of his jokes for the next several, long minutes. My favorite punchline ending with, "that's not a cow, that's my future wife!"

Long story short, not only did I end up helping Shōhei with his nerves, but he never even realized the group was there until he met us at the bar. After I changed out of that horrendous get up, of course.

#it's just a little drabble so it's fine that the ending was rushed #Shōhei Fukunaga x reader #Haikyuu #look at me actually tagging my shit #lol

[pope-neuro]

Give headcanon for merc.

(Sorry I been taking so long to get to these, I’ve been dealing with the sudden death of my baby bird, life has been kinda terrible this week)

NOTE: There will be some suggestive stuff in here but most of it is for comedic purposes

General merc headcanons:

Scout:

-my boi got adhd like you would not believe

-The poor bastard cannot focus on anything for the life of him, no matter how hard he tries

-One of the reasons why he has trouble with reading, he was never really able to focus enough to figure it out, as that’s something that takes a LOT of time and a LOT of focus.

-Really talented artist tho! He loves drawing and keeps a sketchbook or two in his room! He likes to doodle before bed each night, it helps him calm down

-Somehow gay and homophobic at the same time

-Would absolutely lose his shit over the blue lobster meme no matter how old it gets

Soldier:

-My goofy ahh uncle

-The physical embodiment of “he a lil confused, but he got the spirit”

-Bro does not give a FUCK what anyone else thinks and I respect the hell out of that

-The men in his family were all in the military, which is one of the reasons why he’s obsessed

-secretly very insecure that he never actually made it into the official military

-Puts up a front so he can avoid feeling like a disappointment sometimes

-Solly is one of those people that sleeps like a LOG. Literally nothing can wake him up other than his own internal clock, which conveniently goes off at 6am.

-It is at this point in the morning when he goes around the base and attempts to make everyone else get up. Most are not pleased.

-Bi as fuck. He kisses men. He kisses women. He literally does not care, a beautiful person is a beautiful person, son.

-He calls his partner “son”.

Pyro:

-He is my son

-I love my son so much I am so proud of him for just existing.

-Pyro’s name is Ernesto

-His mask is literally just his face, like the plague doctor SCP. What appears to be clothing is actually just his body.

-He is from another planet, and the oxygen in our atmosphere has hallucinatory effects on members of his species

-Poor baby is basically in a haze 100 percent of the time :( but he does his absolute best!

-He literally only wants to spread peace, love, and flower power

-Fire makes him feel nice, because it’s bright and it’s warm. Fire is friendly and comforting. It helps ground him in this strange world.

Demo:

-Under-appreciated as fuck holy shit

-Probably one of the most hardworking people on the team, if not THE most

-This guy is doing multiple jobs at once in addition to his demanding work as a mercenary.

-He’s actually super smart! He may not act like it when he’s super drunk, but he seriously does know what he’s doing

-Chemistry EXPERT. Can he please help me with my chem 101 homework I literally could never. I know he’s smart because chemistry is fucking impossible and he loves the subject

-sometimes works with Engie to develop new types of bombs!

-My theory is that he turned to alcohol in order to cope with the chronic burnout he must be facing by working so many jobs at once. Just helps him check out of life for a while, but unfortunately that comes at the cost of his liver.

-Fr tho how the fuck is he even alive, he drinks HYDROGEN PEROXIDE at one point, which isn’t even related to alcohol at all, it’s literally just a poisonous chemical💀

-I have reason to believe he now has epilepsy as a result of medic damaging his hippocampus while scooping his brain, I made a post about this a while ago if you’re interested in more details

-He is very much in need of a hug

-I love him so much

-You’re doin good lad

Heavy:

-One of the smartest people on the team, despite what you might perceive at first glance.

-The only reason he may sound “dumb” to some people is because English is his second language, and he has a very hard time speaking it.

-Fr tho English sucks, I have no idea how people learn it later in life on their own

-In the Russian dub of meet the heavy, he speaks a lot more eloquently. Definitely strikes me as the type of person to have a PhD in Russian literature.

-His dream was to one day become an author, but mercenary work got in the way because it was the best way to provide for his family overseas.

-He still writes from time to time in a small notebook he keeps by his bed, in the hopes that one day he’ll publish something

-He will

-Gay AF

-The literal definition of a Bear

-His guns are his babies, he literally loves them like they’re his children.

-Honestly I feel that way about my PC so I get it😭

Engie:

-Also a very underrated character

-Ties with medic for Smartest On The Team

-Engie just puts his genius towards more practical (and less unhinged) use

-I mean clearly he’s not TOTALLY stable, he did cut off his own arm to attach the gunslinger

-Always felt the need to prove himself growing up. Because of where he’s from, people tended to assume he was kinda stupid based on stereotypes. He obviously ended up proving everyone wrong.

-Is autistic and has OCD. He needs to do things a certain way or he can get extremely upset, especially in his workshop. It’s his safe space that is not to be invaded unless he is expecting you.

-Acts like a father figure to pyro. Basically the only one who isn’t unsettled by him (other than maybe medic)

-He definitely takes pyro fishing on the weekends

-Very talented singer, but he’ll absolutely deny it if you tell him. He’s super humble about everything

-But nah everyone else always loves to listen to him sing and play the guitar when they’re all hanging out at the fire pit.

-He’s such a dad I love him

Medic:

-Medic is my wife

-Smartest member of the team along with Engie

-Actually very strong! He lifted soldier up by the collar in expiration date, and he’s gotta weigh at LEAST 250.

-Also carries around heavy equipment all day, and is STILL the second fastest runner on the team, only behind scout.

-Medic is actually a pretty big dude. It’s just hard to notice when he’s standing next to heavy who is an actual giant. I think medic is canonically like 6’1 or something. Big dude. Wide shoulder. Booba. 👍

-Of course he looks small when he’s near heavy, EVERYONE looks small standing next to heavy

-Bi medic Bi medic Bi medic Bi medic

-Contrary to popular belief, he DOES indeed have the title of “Doctor”. In order to get a medical license in the first place, you are required to complete med school and obtain an MD or DO degree. Licensure and degrees are two separate things. You can lose a license, but you can’t be stripped of the education you already learned. The title of “Doctor” comes with a degree, not a license, as we have seen with engineer and Heavy’s PhD’s.

-He’s autistic with a special interest in medicine! If he’s not actively in battle, his in his lab working on shit. He LOVES it. It’s basically the only subject he cares about (source: am autistic w/ medical special interest. Am I projecting? Maybe but oh well)

-He very clearly knows what he’s doing, even though his methods are kinda fucked💀

-He’s succeeded in literally raising the dead multiple times in addition to inventing all of his healing devices completely his own.

-Hangs out with Engie when he’s not working on stuff, they both enjoy building/inventing devices and they enjoy talking about their shared special interests. He is closest with Engie and heavy out of everyone on the team.

-The only one that knows pyro is an SCP

-He’s a hoe. A massive hoe

-we are married

Sniper:

-Emotions are scary and Should Not Exist

-Also autistic! The man has literally no idea how to speak to other humans, and talks to himself constantly (am autistic, can confirm)

-MASSIVE introvert, has to retreat to his van a couple times a day to recharge

-He likes to draw birds he sees while on the job!

-Likes plain black coffee which I will never understand it’s so fucking bitter literally wh

-Doesn’t like people to know he’s somehow only 27 years old despite looking like he could be my dad when in reality he’s only like 7.5 years older than me

-He could be my brother but he looks like he could be my dad wtf

-One of those lucky bastards who doesn’t burn in the sun easily, he’s outside constantly

-His ideal place to be would be outdoors on a nice sunny day. A wide open area with no one else around.

-Puts his hat over his face when he sleeps because of course he does

-He Is Not Straight

Spy:

-Pan, poly

-Canonically enjoys his romances “in groups of six”

-Spy hosts orgies guys, valve’s words not mine

-Sigma chad, has fucked your mom and will do it again

-Is not aware that he smells terrible from smoking all the time

-God knows how many children he’s left behind because he’s afraid of staying in any type of committed relationship

-Very similar to sniper in that emotions are Scary

-Speaks every language known to mann

-He absolutely has a sex dungeon. In this video he literally has plans to “remodel his dungeon”:

https://youtu.be/IIoBW__Y8DY

-WHAT OTHER KIND OF DUNGEON WOULD HE HAVE

-ITS A SEX DUNGEON

-HE’S HAD IT LONG ENOUGH THAT IT NEEDS REMODELING

-Probably has the best social skills out of anyone else on the team

-Possibly a sociopath? Or just very good at hiding his intentions and motivations

-Spy is awesome but also I love making fun of him

-Haha skinny legg mann

Im so sorry poor anon asked this like a month ago😭😭 but I wanted to be really thorough with my headcanons!! I hope you like em and feel free to ask me more shit :))

#tf2 shitpost #tf2 medic #tf2 #medic my beloved #medic tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

[darlingshane]

big bad wolff

Pairing: Braxton Wolff x Marybeth Medina

Summary: Passing on a contract is a first for Brax, but there's something pulling at his heartstrings that is far more interesting than the money he was offered.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Alcohol, Associates with Benefits (or something like that).

Word Count: 2k (precisely)

— You can read below or at AO3.

“Hard pass,” Braxton slides the envelope across the table after taking a quick look at his new target. “I don't fuck with law enforcement.”

“That's the line you draw? Thought you were all about the money.”

“I love money. But a man gotta have a code, too. 'Sides Treasury? It'd put a target on my back.”

“She’s an analyst.”

“Still. Working for the federals.”

“What if I double the offer?”

Braxton raises a brow and opens the envelope again to see the beautiful Marybeth Medina in the photo inside.

As tempting as the offer is…

“I'm sorry, Mr. Calhoun. I'm afraid the answer is still no. What did she do anyway?”

“She's got her nose in my client's business like a rabid dog after a buried bone. The only way to stop her from digging further would be to gently put her down.”

“Hm, I've met women like that.”

“I thought you guys were professionals. Can't you make it look like an accident? What would you say if I added another 50 grand?”

“It’s possible, but accidents can get the wrong people asking the right questions, and I can't have that in my line of business.”

“You're a hitman.”

“And you're a two-time slimy lawyer that scours a six-figure representing the scum of the earth that make me look like the Easter Bunny.”

“I have to say, Mr. Wolff, your reputation does not precede you. Mr. Davenport won't be pleased to know you have refused to do your job.”

“Davenport is not my boss. Tell him I said hi.”

He watches Calhoun like a hawk as the lawyer retrieves his cellphone from Braxton's assistant.

“Did you tap it?” He asks once Calhoun has left the premises.

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I tapped it.”

“Good. You tell H to get a detailed list of all his calls, meetings, texts… I need to know where this asshole eats, when he shits, where he does his dry cleaning…”

“The whole gist. Got it.”

“Put a couple of guys on Medina, too. Just in case.”

“I thought that was your job.”

“Yeah, but I'm afraid they're going to double down now. I can't take those chances.”

“You had to piss him off, didn't you?”

“You know me, sweetheart. My mouth runs faster than my brain. I'm a lost cause.”

Later that night, Braxton sneaks into Medina's building. His guys are already staking the place per his orders.

Medina is not home yet when he breaks into her apartment. It wouldn't be the first time he's done it.

In the dark, he pulls out a mini flashlight and RF detector and checks every nook of her place for hidden bugs.

Given their history, he kinda owes her this one. Even if he didn't, what he said to Calhoun is right, he doesn't fuck with law enforcement. At least not in that sense.

He's going through her desk when Marybeth opens the door.

She’s not surprised one bit to find him there when she turns on the light.

“Look what the cat dragged in. Do you ever just wait for people to invite you in, Mr. Wolff?” She watches Braxton, clad in back, putting his gadgets away.

“Hm, sometimes. But it's not as fun.”

“Business or pleasure?” her frown remains firm as she puts her case down, removes her blazer and steps out of her uncomfortable shoes.

“How about both?”

“Some things never change.”

Marybeth rolls the sleeves of her dress shirt and pulls out a bottle of scotch and two ball glasses from the cabinet, as he takes off his leather gloves and sits at the dining table.

That's how their meetings always start – with a bottle of Lagavulin and a formal debrief that follows with them handling their pressing business between sheets.

“I think I have a mole,” Marybeth realizes after hearing Brax's warning.

“How do you figure?”

“Because only me and my boss know about Davenport LLC. We're still gathering evidence.”

“Is your boss dirty?”

“Ray King?” She chuckles a little, “not a chance in hell.”

“Well, whatever you have on Davenport is making them shit their panties.”

“Davenport doesn’t scare me,” she throws back her glass, taking a big gulp of her drink.

“He should. I’ve seen what he does with pretty faces like yours.”

“You think he’d be that dumb to go after me?”

“He came to me, honey. He is that dumb.”

“You could've just called, you know?”

“Had to make sure nobody was listening.”

“Are they?”

“No.”

“Good. Can we move on now to the pleasure part? I had a long day.”

“I just told you one of the most dangerous men on the planet is after you and you’re not worried at all?”

“Oh, I am worried. But he’s not going to show up tonight, is he? Uh-uh. Not as long as I have The Big Bad Wolff on my side.”

“Gotta say, Medina. You were not like this when we met. You went quickly from little lamb to lion.”

“Maybe I was never a lamb. And, you weren't like this, either. It seems that you actually care about what happens to me, Mr. Wolff.”

“Well, perhaps I do. Would that be so bad?”

“Hm, no. Not at all.” She stands up, offering a hand in his direction. “You coming, Big Wolff?”

“Rock ‘n Roll, girl.”

Braxton downs the rest of his drink and takes her hand, letting her lead the way to her bedroom.

Under the warm glow of the night lamp, and Brax’s brazen stare, her hands undo one by one the buttons of her shirt. As her skin comes to view, he pulls out his boots and slips out of his jacket without letting her out of his sight.

There’s no rush, but the thrill is palpable. It lingers in the air. They’ve already gone through this more times than he can count, and watching her undress her body is just as exciting as all those times he’s ripped her clothes apart.

When they're both stripped to his underwear, his hands automatically are drawn to frame her hips, pulling her body flush against his. Marybeth tilts her head, tentatively seizing his mouth slowly, letting her fingers draw the toned slopes of his arms.

Her tongue moves past his lips as her skin comes alive, buzzing under his palms, as his fingertips sink at the curve of her ass.

Brax tries to take control of the kiss, but Marybeth doesn't waver, and brings one of her hands to hold his chin still. She nibbles his bottom lip before sucking it between her teeth to see it turn dark pink after releasing it.

Usually, she lets him be the one in charge, but tonight she's in the mood for something different. There are things outside this room that escape her control, and here with him is the only thing she can get a semblance of power.

“Thought you wanted the big bad Wolff.”

“I want him on a leash,” her hand curls around his throat without squeezing.

“Yeah? What do I get in return?”

“Me.”

He scoffs and licks his lips, “okay, lil lion, show me what you got.”

Marybeth keeps her hold around his neck, guiding him backwards toward the bed until the back of his legs meet the mattress. He lays down on his back, and she crawls on top of him. She braces her palms on his chest, straddles his lap, allowing her hips to gently circle over his crotch.

His hands are automatically called to hold those beautiful hips that shamelessly grind, earning themselves a good hard-on to enjoy.

Behind layers of underwear, she rubs herself over and over, a little faster each time, letting that sweet spot revel in the friction he provides as the inner side of her panties quickly gets coated in her juices.

Locking eyes with her, he’s utterly mesmerized by the unbearable beauty of Marybeth as she bites her bottom lip. From above, she watches him exhale and buck up like an animal between her legs, trying to drill his way into her.

It's a torturous deed, she's aware. There's a fine line between playing with Brax or riling him up, and she's just lightly tapping on it. If she pressed any harder, it'd be like poking that ravenous wolf.

After a long moment, she brings her hips to a halt and reaches back with her fingers to unclasp her bra. As she tosses it aside, she leans forward to gently bite on his lip.

“Good, Wolff,” she grins, tracing the shape of his lips with the tip of her tongue as her fingers slip under the elastic of his boxers to feel his erection. It fills up her fist, throbs as her hand squeezes just a little harder to have his precum wetting the head.

“Hmm,” his lip curls, showing those teeth he's marked on her skin many times before.

Getting him to a point of perfection, she finally rids herself of her panties and pulls down his boxers. His cock jolts on its own when her knuckles graze his shaft. Propped on her knees, she lifts her ass, lines the blunt tip of his cock with her entrance, and sinks onto him.

In less than a second, as usual, he forgets altogether why he came here as her wet ass pussy slides up and down his hardness.

“Fuck me, girl,” he pants as she sinks all the way down, having her divinely, tight opening pressing around him.

Once she's comfortable enough, she angles her body forward, propping her hands on either side of his head, and moves a little faster. First, just rocking back and forth, and then bouncing with practiced ease as Brax fills his eager palms with her ass. Her breasts are so perfectly round and perked, bouncing dangerously close to his face, he can't help but stick his head up to nibble one of them.

Marybeth, smiling mid-moan, holds his head with one hand as he viciously wraps his lips around her nipple. His grunts ripple all over her skin, making her core ache, as he moves to the other boob.

He uses his teeth this time, there's so much she can do to tame that wild beast beneath her, she wouldn't even stop it if she wanted to. After crossing that line, he's all lips, tongue, and paws claiming her body.

His arms curl around her, and before she realizes, he's turning the tables to get himself on top of her and charge the rest of the way. He desperately pushes into her at full force, coaxing her body into submission. The most beautiful cries come out of her as he drives her into madness when his fingers find their way to her clit.

Having his fingers working furiously on that spot, he bites her neck, scrapes his teeth on her jaw before devouring her mouth. He can't bring himself to stop until he's poured every drop inside her. Braxton gasps for air as he comes undone. His cock is still twitching inside her, trying to ride the wave of his orgasm, when her sweet opening flutters around him. All her muscles seize up for a second as a lightning of pleasure travels through her body.

Holding her jaw, he keeps his mouth open against her lips as his breathing catches and the room suddenly goes quiet below the sound of their shared pants. His stomach presses softly on hers, as he lays completely limp and flat on top of her. If someone were to attack right now, he wouldn't be able to even pick up his gun to defend himself or even stand up. He can think of a million ways worse to die than this, to be honest. Given the opportunity, if he had to choose a way to go, this would be it – post-orgasm, still tucked inside the fine depth of her tender walls, as her fingers softly comb the damp hairs at his nape.

#the accountant #jon bernthal #cynthia addai-robinson #braxton wolff #marybeth medina #the accountant fanfiction #jon bernthal fanfiction #jon bernthal smut #brax x marybeth #darlingwrites #requests

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

What are your opinions about character ai? (Totally not asking bc im turning to it to feed my sherliam and alcroft hunger bc im picky and cant find actual fics i like right now and Im not motivated or confident enough to actually write anything myself)

I say this emphatically but with total kindness towards you as a person: AIs don't write, don't draw, don't create. They devour and regurgitate plagiarized art, and in my opinion the best thing we can do is collectively completely ignore them until they become so unprofitable they cease to exist, or are repurposed to do other things that free us humans up to actually create more art. The proliferation of them is likely part of why you have a hard time finding fic you enjoy: more and more folks are scared to share their art when it might be stolen and fed into AI, and more and more are locking their AO3 profiles for the same reason. So uh...my opinion is "AI (at least in its current iteration) = bad."

Lecture aside, let me encourage you to dabble in writing yourself, even if you don't feel confident! In the decade or more since I last published fic before getting into Yuumori, I've started and abandoned probably well over a hundred WIPs for different fandoms. And even though all those snippets just sit on my computer for my eyes only, they were all fun to write! You don't have to share something to enjoy creating it. Have a line you want to hear one character say to another? Write a single scene, just for yourself, incorporating that line! It doesn't have to be complete, and no one else ever has to see it. It's healthy: you're interacting with something you love, flexing creative muscles, engaging your brain and practicing grammar and cadence and so on and so on and so on. Writing is good for you!

Also, if you don't already, get into your fandoms. Engage. Comment on fic you DO like. Become a fic author's recognized regular. (And don't ever ever ever feed their work into AI!!!) Do all that, and you might find someone whose authorial voice you really like who is willing to take prompts and feed your ship hunger for you, in a way that has heart and soul and humanity embodied in it.

Anyway, I hope this wasn't too harsh...I do be going off about things I'm passionate about. I know AI is kinda ubiquitous now and it's easy to think it's just something fun to play with and not doing any harm, but it's good to talk to authors and artists about this stuff and hear where they're coming from. I'm not super defensive of my work myself (not that I WANT my writing put into AI, please don't!), but I am easily riled up for the sake of my many friends who are very stressed about the whole topic and what it means for their art!

#asks #trials of fic writing #ai rant

[rubykgrant]

Just thinking about my RVB character Poppy... I'll eventually get her in my story-line, there's just all the other plot stuff that needs to happen first. I do have some pictures of her, though! I can't draw armor to save my life, but hers would be white (with tan accents, styled a bit like Florida's during Project Freelancer). When I started absorbing RVB, my brain sparked several potential story concepts and characters... eventually, I refined what I wanted, and combined a few ideas into Poppy! She's going to be part of Red Team; for one thing, they almost never get new people (true, this is because their current members don't... die... as often as SOMEBODY, but still. even though Carolina isn't technically on either team, she and Wash kinda gravitated toward the Blues. The Reds "unofficially" have Doc, because he hangs out with Donut, and Grif caught Locus in the friendship net, but we need a REAL "New Red!"). For another, they've got exactly zero girls. Blue Team gets all the ladies (*finger-guns from Tucker*). Somebody needs to even this out. Finally, with white armor, the prophecy of Red Team being the lesbian flag has been fulfilled!

Her name was chosen because I wanted to use a flower, but not one I've named a character before. I was also re-watching Little Nemo, so I borrowed the name McCay

Some more info about her below~

Poppy didn't actually "join" the army. At least, not in a traditional sense. She was "selected" to be part of a "special training program", which turned out to be tricking poor and homeless people into working at dangerous outposts. When one area was getting attacked, a lot of the people running the show took escape ships for themselves. Poppy was able to find a set of armor, and now looking "official", she helped guide all the people who would have been abandoned to safety. When she got them all to a rescue ship, a soldier asked if she had been in charge of that outpost. She basically pretended that yes, she TOTALLY was the boss. Yep. Hired herself, and gave herself a promotion. Before she could back out or escape, she was congratulated for saving all those lives, and then thrown into a new "assignment". Whoops.

Poppy was later sent to a group of Red and Blue team Flag Zealots (during the Blood Gulch days, but they never interacted with anybody from there). She was supposed to evaluate their efficiency, and order more supplies as needed. The Blue Team contained Lou, Drew, and Hue. The Red Team was made up of Ted, Jed, and Fred. Obviously, they weren't very efficient at ALL, but were suprisingly endearing. Because Poppy wasn't technically on one side or the other, both teams decided she was off-limits when it came to fighting; nobody hurts Poppy! She's everybody's friend. At most, they would fight over who was her favorite~

Eventually, they ran out of ammo, and Poppy just... didn't order more. The fighting turned into more harmless pranks, and they perhaps would have eventually reached a point of shared friendship if things had continued like that. Unfortunately, something terrible happened. It started when Poppy was injured saving the others from a mine they forgot they planted. She was hurt and knocked-out, but recovering. That wasn't the terrible thing; while she was out, Somebody from Temple's group came looking for new members. These Reds and Blues refused to join. They were killed, and when Poppy woke up, she was alone.

For a while, Poppy had to stay hidden and keep a low profile. A lot of stuff was happening in the background. By the time she got discovered by UNSC soldiers again, she was still recognized as part of the Flag Zealots (even though she literally DID NOT CARE ABOUT THE FLAGS), and Temple just tried to pull his big plan... so they decided this made her a criminal (ha! when she does something illegal, it's on purpose, and she's less annoying about it, thank you). Somebody at the UNSC thought the best thing to do with left over Flag Zealots was to use all their "devotion" for a different cause... which is INSIDIOUS AS HECK. The person called in to handle training these soldiers is somebody very LOYAL and PASSIONATE, the Reddest Red to ever Red; Sarge.

At first, Sarge is very happy to be back in his comfort-zone. However, well... he might always be seeing red, but he doesn't quite have the rose-colored glasses when looking at the military that he used to. In particular, when he hears about the life of one particular trouble-making smart-mouth named Poppy, it reminds him of the people he's been spending the last couple of decades with. The way the military chewed them up, spit them out, and told them it was a good idea to take other people down with them. Papa Warcrimes has some things to think about!

One thing he knows for sure, he's adopting this little firecracker! Although she's introduced to the Reds (and the rest of the group) through Sarge, once she's in there, Poppy is meant to sort of mirror Simmons. Just like the Reds rarely get new people, Simmons rarely gets new friends. She has things in common with him, like rattling off random trivia she knows, and she's also very different from him. The fact that Sarge likes her, and she's a nerd, SHOULD make Simmons hate her guts, and he was about ready for that... but after one conversation with her, he internally just clicked with her- "Oh, sibling? Sibling!". This is extra symbolic, because the one who killed her Reds and Blues was, in fact, Gene. Poppy really doesn't care for him very muchly, but she likes Simmons a lot, and that makes him very happy (she DOESN'T think he's the same as Gene? She LIKES all his nonsense nerd chatter? SIBLING!). Also, she and Simmons are trans in opposite directions~

Some of my favorite little lines I have for her-

(after being ordered to inspect a dark area in the woods) "I'm not going in there. It looks like the Blair Witch is in there!"

(somebody rudely tells her what to do) "Hey, how about you try asking me again, but this time, get that tone out of your mouth when you talk to me~" *sarcastically cheerful*

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb oc

[mickmundy]

setting camp in your inbox to listen to any rambles you have for bushmedicine bc oh my fucking god its rotting my brain

just imagining them doing some foraging in a forest and medic is silently celebrating and (not so silently) pinning as sniper goes off about different plants and being oblivious to how genuinely infatuated and invested medic is until he looks up and makes eye contact

OMG YES PLEASE SET UP CAMP IN MY INBOX I LOVE GETTING MESSAGES ;__; especially about bushmed.!!!!!!.. Smirks

AND EEE YESSSSS!!! YESS ABSOLUTELY... i think medic would also be really knowledgeable about different plants and animals (if they were dangerous! because he loves Lethal Things! hoo!), but nobody is as knowledgeable as his sniper... :-) i can absolutely see him trying to coax some fun facts out of him, get him out of his shell... i think even when they're established sometimes sniper still smothers himself a bit in terms of how talkative he is about certain things... but that's okay! that's what medic is here for! >:)

medic draws it out of him by asking questions like "oh! and what family is [plant], from, again? i believe it's slipped my mind!" it hasn't, but sniper doesn't need to know that! sniper clears his throat and is like "well," and goes into it and now and then medic will Gently Interject and be like "ah! and, if one wants to harvest, say, deadly poison from [deadly poisonous thing], how might one go about that, hmm?" and sniper turns to look at him and smiles crookedly and is like "hypothetically?" and medic grins toothily (he absolutely does Not mean hypothetically!) and is like "of course." and sniper hums (he knows this) and is like "well, i suppose maybe you'd need someone'a help you. s'a two-person job." <- he's flirting

medic would rock on his heels and giggle because he Knows sniper is flirting and he's like "oh? i don't suppose you'd know anyone who would be so helpful." and sniper's lil corner-of-his-mouth grin grows and he's like "i might."

medic's like "mmn... well, i'd certainly hope he's capable. deft with his hands, quick to react..." and he kind of slows his walking so that he can stand adjacently-behind sniper to check him out, let his eyes wander from the tip of his hat down to the heels of his boots and back up again to where he knows sniper's waiting to make eye contact...

sniper chuckles, "sure, yeah. all that," and sniper's like "well i hope he'd tell you that [adjacent fact about other plant species in the area] and medic perks up and is like "oh?! i didn't know that!" and sniper grins and is like "c'mere," and leads him to the plant in question and kneels down and (he's wearing gloves) trims and plucks some of the poisonous plant and is like "this little beauty could [paralyze, poison, etc] with just a little bit. if y'bred it with [Another lethal plant], well, suppose the possibilities would be endless for the kind of genetic cocktails you could make." and medic Should be letting out an excited sound but he was kind of only half-listening because he was focusing on sniper's mouth, the way his eyes look from this angle behind his glasses... how gently he's touching something so dangerous.. his respect for nature and life around them and how he gets so swept up in talking about it and enjoys it so much...

and sniper kinda snaps out of it because he's not hearing medic's Delighted Noises that he always makes when sniper talks about this kind of stuff and turns to face medic and is like "pidge, did y'hear-" and medic is never shy about letting sniper see him check him out, but medic looks so Taken by him that it makes sniper's neck heat up... those uneven flushes of red start blooming on his face (poppies! glorious poppies!) and medic's smile grows and is like "i did... you know how i get distracted," and medic Does get distracted (he can be very scatterbrained!) but they both know this wasn't one of those scatterbrained times.. no.. medic was very focused on the subject of his affection...!

sniper clears his throat and is like "heh.... right..." and they look at each other and even when they're an established couple sometimes the way medic looks at sniper just knocks the wind out of him... all of the fascinating gorgeous things around them that both he and medic adore, and medic's attention still wants to be on him... medic gives him a tender smile and is like "go on, please." and sniper kinda wheezes because medic's gaze is So Intense and he can't think about anything other than medic medic medic medic medic-

*piano falls on my head*

AS:DFLAKSD:FLASKDF I GOT SIDETRACKED FORGIVE ME., ;__; BUT I LOVE THIS IDEA SOO MUCH YOU ARE SO RIGHT YOUR BRAIN IS SUPERMASSIVE.., GRAAAHHH ;;;

and you are welcome in my inbox ANY TIME (and so is everyone else! ^v^) my friend, i always love talking about bushmed and getting asks is a really fun way to do that! ^u^ <3333 I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY WEEK!!!

#bushmedicine #asks #anonymous #medsnip #dutchfoolery #dutchiehcs #HEHEHEHE >:)

[hylandude]

Learning art update

So I kinda forgot to update my progress in here for a while... Ooops.

Second attempt at art had me struggling with proportions (again) as I drew an overweight piplup and a slightly odd fomantis. I am moderately happy with those tho and can definitely see some improvement from the first time. Trying to draw basic shapes and build up from them seems to be working but fucks me up when its complex shapes I can't break down (Im looking at you fomantis' bushy forehead)

Here's my child fomantis

And the rare candy enthusiast piplup

As you can see very clearly, eye size and placement is my passion.

I also did a third stream with more attempts. A dear friend keeps saying that "my mind is fascinating" while watching me, she's referring to the fact that I seem very methodical in my approach but I'm a software dev I literally learn by following a method seeing if it works and fixing shit after seeing the results. "Just winging it" is not how my brain works and is VERY hard to do. I did attempt tho! The third batch of drawings had me draw another ralts and a rowlet. I am extremely happy with how the ralts turned out! I can see some progress in my drawing skills, there's still a lot to do but I can confidently say that's my frist "good" drawing (I don't wanna look at it tho cause I keep seeing stuff that is wrong). Finally rowlet was an attempt at "going by the vibes" and not think too much about it. The result is not bad but honestly switching that part off in my brain is hard, I might need a different approach to that... There was also a spinarak drawing but it was so bad i scrapped it

Here's the baby ralts

Rowlet being a lil guy

So far I've been trying to copy the reference art, I'll try something original next time and see where does that lead me. Also someone in chat suggested I use colors but all the art supplies I have are literaly old school stuff I still had lying around so no colors for now (bf said he might get me some tho)

Anyway as usual thanks for reading my ramblings and if you wanna see me learn come join my stream its a lot of fun to chat n draw or play something. Shoutout to that one chatter who said I was an artist despite this being my first attempts, thank you that is actually very motivating!

#hylan learns art #trans artist #fomantis #piplup #ralts #rowlet

[dausy]

pattern art to get in the fall spirit and take up space while I do a life update. I've accomplished a few things, books, video games and then some life issues.

So easy stuff first I guess. I finished one of my goals of reading a Harry Potter book in spanish. I read the first book. It took me all year because it was a major brain fart/humbler. Reason why I chose HP was because its made for kids and it was familiar. I did NOT understand everything but luckily digital devices come equipped with a translation dictionary. About halfway through the book is when I had my first notebook with my art made. Whenever I get to book 2 my plan is to write down words that I had trouble with. There were 3 words in the first book that showed up frequently that kept confusing me but I didn't write them down haha. So I cant tell you.

I have a rant about another book I'm reading, Ill wait til I'm done

--games--

Secondly I finished playing Horizon Zero Dawn and Horizon Forbidden West back to back. That took me..ages..when I first turned on HFW I was like "oh..thats the map..this is tiny" and well somehow I put double the man hours into the sequel than the original game with the DLC. Think I finished HZD in 50 or 60 hours after completing everything that game had to offer. 100% completion. HFW Id been playing for 90 and I didn't complete everything and just kinda said "eff this" and finished it. I like open world games. I'd play a third game, probably wont get to a dlc I dont generally do those on purpose.

My issue is though is I still don't like the character designs. I think HZD was the superior game. I kind of like the doom and gloom apocalypse back story and I like the idea of our modern life being somebody elses ruins. I like that. But everything else, the over story, the character designs..its like putting a jak and daxter style design on a serious story of The Last of Us. It didn't go. We needed to either choose if we were being serious or not. The sequel I enjoyed the gameplay but I think it suffered from being a sequel. Its getting too big for its britches. I dont like the space stuff. I dont like the immortality stuff.

so not my favorite game of all time but I'd play another.

I was playing disney dreamlight but I think Ill move on here soon to Ooblets to fill in time.

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Lastly life.

--

My grandma died. It was not unexpected especially after seeing her for the final time a few weeks ago and I could tell she wasn't going to make it much longer. The thing that kinda bothered me or reassured me the most is..atleast gramma wasn't aware of what was going on. She's told me to my face how much the death of her siblings years before traumatized her and how she's afraid of dying. Really afraid we're all going to hell. If she could see herself on her deathbed she would absolutely freak out.

seeing her at the viewing again, was kinda sad. She just looked uncomfortable. People say "atleast now they're at peace" nah, gramma looked just as uncomfortable as when I saw her the other weekend. Its amazing how my brain remembers her from a few years ago and that viewing-experience just did not look like the gramma that I knew.

its just another phase of life coming to an end.

we've had it rough this past year. Husband lost his dad, we lost our cat at the same time and I've lost 2 grandmothers.

My work called me off the entirety of last week so I havent worked in over a week. Todays my first day back and I was asked to come in late. So I'ma have like..no paycheck..but whatever I guess.

so anywho I havent managed to be creative. I did manage to draw a bit yesterday so I may paint something but I dont know think it'll meet any sort of standard or expectation.

#lifeblog #artistblog #gamerblog #hzd #hfw #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #pattern #fall #autumn #illustration #procreate #blackcat #autumnhygge #patternprompt

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: You’re allowed to yell at me a little, as a treat -Danny

Words: 2,784

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Listen to: ‘The Night We Met’ -by Lord Huron

xxix: The Snap

"No way! Look at these things, they're huge!"

C.C. grabbed one of the alien weapons, Tony's eyes widened.

"Copy, eyes up here— Leave the weapons where you found them, you don't need them."

"You don't know that!"

"Drop the weapon. That's an order."

C.C. put the weapon back on the ground, when she did, the floor shook.

"I didn't do anything," She was quick to say.

"No, it's not you. It's this thing," Strange approached the wide glass.

"What's going on?" Peter asked.

"I think we're here..."

"I don't think this rig has a self-park function," Tony walked back to the controls and pointed at Peter. "Get your hand inside the steering gimbal— close those around it. You understand?"

"Yeah, I got it—"

"This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta move at the same time— Cat stand between us and hold onto our shoulders. Tightly. You're gonna help us move in sync, alright?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Okay, okay— Ready, Cat?"

"Waiting for instructions," she said.

They started to dive towards the surface of the planet, Peter got antsy.

"We might wanna turn?" His eyes widened. "Turn— Turn!"

C.C. moved them to the side quickly. It still wasn't enough, the ship was going down fast and she couldn't see any safe place to land, she concluded that it was best to just land as soon as possible.

"Hang tight!"

The impulse threw them to the floor, Strange had made some kind of magical shield around them so at least nothing had fallen on top of them.

"You all right?" Strange asked.

"That was close," Stark grunted. "I owe you one."

"Okay, I'm sorry, you owe him?" C.C. struggled to stand. "You keep saying 'I saved your life!' 'I owe you one!' like Peter and I have been standing around doing nothing. That's adultcentrism and the main reason why you need therapy, Tony. It'd be great if you didn't discredit us."

"Five minutes ago you were ready to shoot an alien weapon without any previous training," Tony said sharply.

"It was your idea to hijack the ship without having a clue of how to fly it!"

"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady!"

"Guys," Peter was upsidedown hanging from a web, "let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I'm sorry."

"I do not want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?"

"That's kinda rude, Peter, you know I'm half-alien," She frowned.

"You're what?" Strange stared at her.

"I'm trying to say that something is coming," The boy intervened.

Something landed on their feet and exploded, momentarily messing with C.C.'s hearing. She saw people running around and shooting lasers at them, the girl ran across the chaos looking for Peter. She found him wrapped in what looked like some kind of metal string.

"Pete?" She yelled, fighting to hear herself over the buzzing inside her brain.

Someone pulled her up by the waist and she grabbed a hold of the person's head, drawing him to the ground.

"Argh! You're like 5'2 why are you so strong!?"

She kicked him away, spotting yet another creature that was stuck in Peter's webs. She lifted the alien to their feet and pull out her claws, tightly pressing them against the creature's neck.

The red-eyed guy caught Peter in a chokehold and pointed a gun at his head.

"Everybody stay where you are! Chill the eff out!" He pushed a button behind his ear and his helmet vanished, revealing a human face. "I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where is Gamora?"

"I'll do you one better," Tony also took off his helmet. "Who's Gamora?"

"I'll do you one better—" The stranger at Tony's feet spoke. "Why is Gamora?"

Strange and C.C. shared a look.

"Tell me where the girl is or I swear to you I'm gonna french-fry this little freak."

"Let's do it! You shoot my guy and I'll blast him. Let's go!" Tony pointed a larger gun at the purple guy.

"Do it, Quill! I can take it!"

"No, he can't take it!" The creature in C.C.'s arms exclaimed.

"She's right, you can't," Strange admitted.

"Oh yeah, you don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine, I'll kill all four of you and I'll beat it out of Thanos myself! Starting with you!" He yelled at Peter.

"Wait, what? Thanos?" Strange frowned. "All right, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?"

"What master do I serve?" The guy made a face. "What am I supposed to say, Jesus?"

Tony sighed. "You're from Earth."

"I'm not from earth, I'm from Missouri," He sneered.

"Yeah, that's on earth, dipshit— what are you hassling us for?"

"So you're not with Thanos?" Peter asked.

"With Thanos?" The man exclaimed. "No! I'm here to kill Thanos. He took my girl. Wait, who are you?"

Peter exposed his face. "We're the Avengers, man."

"You're the ones Thor told us about!"

"You know Thor?" Tony frowned.

"Yeah," The blond guy continued. "Tall guy, not that good looking, needed saving."

"You're right he's not that good looking," C.C. muttered, finally letting go of the small lady. "Sorry, I'm glad I didn't have to hurt you."

"I could feel you were scared."

"What? Really? Hang on..."

C.C. shifted into the creature and touched her.

"This is insane!"

"You're me!" The alien piped up. "Hi, other Mantis!"

"That's your name?" C.C. smiled. "I'm Copycat."

"Is it what you are? A Copycat?"

"Kinda. I'm half-human, half-Skrull."

"Oh, that explains your capacities!" Mantis said blithely. "Quill is half-human, half-god. Are most humans made of halves?"

"You mean that guy?" She looked back at the tall guy. "A god?"

"Only half of him."

"I don't see it."

"Hey, I heard that!" Quill scowled.

"Okay, let's go out, this place is suffocating," Tony exited the remains of the ship.

The group followed, Quill examined the location.

"The hell happened to this planet? It's eight degrees off its axis. Gravitational pull is all over the place..."

C.C. looked at Peter, he explained shortly. "Gravity's not working right."

Mantis was jumping around and C.C. was staring at her with an absent expression, Peter nudged her arm. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just..." She tilted her head. "This is the first time I meet someone from outer space... they don't look like me."

"You look like us, C."

"Yeah, but I'm not you," She sighed. "I don't know, I was kinda hoping I'd feel more at home with them..."

"Your home's back on earth," He reminded her.

"All right, I have a plan," Tony declared. "Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple, we draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don't wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet."

"Man, I really wish I knew what you're talking about," C.C. sulked.

Tony glared at her, but he got distracted by another noise.

"Are you yawning?" He asked angrily. "In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down? Did you hear what I said?"

"I stopped listening after you said 'we need a plan'."

"Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page—"

"See 'Not winging it' isn't really what they do," Quill explained.

"Uh," Peter pointed at them. "What exactly is it that they do?"

"Kick names, take ass," Mantis replied menacingly.

"Yeah, that's right."

C.C. looked back at Tony with a grin.

"Look at that, the stowaways are now your most valuable players!"

Tony stared at his feet, looking like he was fighting a heart attack.

"All right, just get over here, please. Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?"

"Mr. Lord— Starlord is fine," The man groaned.

"I doubt it," She mumbled, Peter whispered at her to stop.

"We gotta coalesce," Tony began, "'cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude—"

"Dude, don't call us plucky," Quill made a face. "We don't know what it means. Alright, we're optimistic, yes, I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good."

"Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe..."

"What dance-off?"

"It's not— it's not a thing. It's nothing."

"Like in Footloose, the movie?"

"Exactly like Footloose!" Quill's eyes lit up.

"Tony's going to have an aneurism..." C.C. snorted.

"Is it still the greatest movie in history?"

"It never was," Peter responded.

"Yeah no, don't encourage this, alright?" Tony turned the kids away from the group. "We're getting no help from Flash Gordon here..."

"Flash Gordon? By the way, that's a compliment. Don't forget, I'm half-human so that 50% of me that's stupid, that's 100% you."

"Actually, Peter and I aren't entirely—"

"—Your math is blowing my mind—"

"Excuse me?" Mantis spoke up. "But does your friend often do that?"

Tony stepped forward. "Strange, we all right?"

"I think he's resetting," C.C. joked.

"Argh!" Strange choked, Tony stopped him from falling on his face.

"You're back, you're alright..."

"Hi," The man panted.

"Hey, what was that?" Peter questioned.

"I went forward in time to view alternate futures... to see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict."

"How many did you see?"

"Fourteen million six hundred and five."

"How many did we win?"

"...one."

"That can't be right."

"Cat—"

"No, c'mon," She frowned. "Fourteen million? No, you must've done the math wrong—"

"I know maths well enough, I'm a doctor."

"Last I checked, they don't ask you to recite multiplication tables before cutting open a person."

"Okay, let's restart here. Awesome. Now I need everyone to shut up," He pointed at Strange, "and listen to this guy."

"Sir," She bowed a little, speaking in a raspy voice. "Here it is, the wizard."

The massive purple guy approached, looking at her intently. She kept her eyes on her slim, gray fingers, Strange spoke to distract the titan.

"Oh, yeah. You're much more of a Thanos."

"I see you completed the mission, Maw," The big guy nodded. "You have my gratitude."

C.C. bowed again, deciding to stay silent in fear of saying the wrong thing.

"You may regret that," Strange said. "He brought you face to face with the Master of the mystic arts."

"And where do you think he brought you?"

"Let me guess... your home?"

Thanos smiled. "It was. And it was beautiful. Titan was like most planets. Too many mouths, not enough to go around..."

C.C. spaced out during his monologue, thinking about her friends back on earth. She wondered if Pietro was safe, if Ned and MJ were alright, maybe on their way home. Ned would lose his mind once he found out where they'd been during the day.

A loud noise from the sky brought her back and C.C. watched Thanos get crushed under a huge chunk of metal.

"Oops, all hands on deck," She muttered, shifting back into her usual self and covering her head with the helmet.

"Piece of cake, Quill," Tony said.

"Yeah, if your goal was to piss him off!"

The metal exploded around Thanos, on his gauntlet there was a purple and a red stone. He turned the debris into birds that chased down Tony, the rest of the team charged against the bad guy, but he was proving to be hard to control, everyone was growing tired and Thanos only seemed to be getting angrier.

Out of nowhere, a cyborg-looking woman showed up and joined the fight. Together, they managed to force him to kneel and with Mantis's powers, they put him under control.

"Be quick," She cried. "He's very strong!"

"Parker, help! Get over here— she can't hold him much longer, let's go."

C.C. was pointing at Thanos's back with one of the weapons that had fallen from the ship, ready to shoot in case he came back to his senses, Quill landed in front of him.

"I thought you'd be hard to catch— for the record this was my plan."

C.C. grumbled curses, briefly glaring at Quill.

"You're not so strong now, huh? Where is Gamora?"

"My Gamora," Thanos growled.

"No, bullshit! Where is she?"

"He is in anguish," Mantis reported.

"Good."

"He..." Mantis sobbed. "He mourns."

"What does this monster have to mourn?" Drax spat.

"Gamora," said the cyborg lady.

Quill turned to look at her. "What?"

"He took her to Vormir," The woman said. "He came back with the soul stone. But she didn't."

"Oh, no..." C.C. grimaced. "Tony?"

"Okay, Quill, you gotta cool it right now. You understand?"

The man turned slowly to face Thanos, C.C. lifted her gun with a tense grip.

"Don't. Don't engage we almost got this off!"

"Quill, step back!" She warned him.

"Tell me she's lying," Quill demanded to the titan. "Asshole! Tell me you didn't do it!"

"I... had... to..."

"No, you didn't," The blond man teared up. "No, you didn't..."

He lifted his gun and started to punch Thanos with its handle. He hurt Mantis in the process and caused her to let go, C.C. activated her weapon.

"Hey stop!" Tony moved away from the gauntlet and pushed Quill away. "Stop stop stop!"

"It's coming, it's coming, I got it!" Peter gave one last harsh tug.

Thanos came back to his senses, he threw Mantis off his shoulder and slapped Peter out of the way with the back of his hand. C.C. shoot and hit Thanos square between the shoulder blades, pushing him forward. He put on the gauntlet again.

The fight began once more, Thanos pointed his hand at the sky and started to pull the moon towards the planet, causing it to break into thousands of huge, sharp pieces.

"God—"

Tony tackled her and flew her out of the danger zone.

"Tony," she panted, "I just wanted to let you know—"

"We're not doing that!" He interrupted. "No speeches, don't be an idiot! We'll get out of here safe and sound— Go help Peter!"

She did as told, the young hero was trying to catch everyone else that had been thrown around. Over her shoulder, she watched as Tony's suit got completely mangled, and she went back to him. Thanos broke another part of his suit and stabbed him with it.

"TONY!"

"Don't!" He rasped, he raised a hand to stop her. "Don't..."

She froze, trying to find a way to help. She could copy Thanos, but without a gauntlet of her own, it was useless. Her mind went blank, all her years of training suddenly disappeared from her brain, it'd been a while since she'd had to face something as big as the Titan.

"You have my respect, Stark. When I'm done, half of the humanity will still be alive... I hope they remember you."

"No, no, no, no," She hurried over to the man.

Thanos lifted his fist, he was ready to strike, but Strange stopped him.

"Spare his life," He breathed heavily, "and I will give you the stone."

Thanos stared at him. "No tricks."

Strange shook his head, C.C. was too scared to move.

"Don't," Tony panted.

She watched as Strange materialized the stone on his hand and tiredly handed it over. It flew all the way to the titan's hand.

"One to go," He announced.

Someone shot at him, Quill was running towards the scene in a fit of rage, but Thanos opened a portal and disappeared. Quill crashed against the stone and took off his mask.

"Where is he?"

"Kid, help me out," Tony patted her leg softly. "Pull that thing off me..."

She took out the blade, Tony closed his wound. Quill stared at them with big, frightened eyes.

"Did we just lose?"

C.C. moved towards Peter, behind her she heard Tony speak.

"Why would you do that?"

"We're in the endgame now," Strange sighed.

"Webs, how are we feeling?" She cupped his face. "Something broken?"

Peter smiled a little. "C'mon, C, you know me."

"You're fine..." She'd never lost a fight before. "It's okay, we'll go back to earth and— it'll be fine cause the Avengers are there..."

"What about you? You okay?"

"Just a little bruised. What did I tell you about field trips, eh? You never know..."

Peter let out a low chuckle, he looked around. Everyone was injured, but at least they were alive.

"Something's happening," Mantis whispered.

She disintegrated before their eyes.

"What the..."

"Quill?" Drax started to vanish too.

C.C. held onto her boyfriend's arm. "This can't be good..."

"Steady, Quill," Tony stepped forward.

"Oh, man..."

Strange spoke to them.

"Tony... there was no other way."

Before she could process what any of it meant, she felt Peter losing balance.

"Mr. Stark?" He said. "I don't feel so good..."

She spoke in a tone of urgency. "No, no, c'mon, stay up!"

"He's alright, you're alright," Tony approached quickly.

"I don't know what's happening," Peter fell sideways, he blinked back a few tears. "I don't know..."

"Woah, hey!" Tony and C.C. caught him.

His hands started to fall apart.

"Stay here, look at me, Peter..."

"I don't wanna go," He hyperventilated. "Please— Please, I don't wanna go..."

They knelt, carefully placing Peter on the ground.

"You're not leaving," She assured him. "You said you'd stay if I asked you to and I'm telling you now," Her voice broke. "Stay."

He blinked. "I-I don't..."

She cupped his face. "Stay!"

"I'm sorry," He whispered.

His face slipped through, literally, and her hands fell on top of nothing.

"No..." her palms remained against the cold stone, "come back..."

"Copy—"

"Bring him back," She said frantically. "I don't know how you'll do it but I know you can—"

"It's over."

"We'll fix this," The girl insisted. "I know it! They're not... Where are they?"

Tony wrapped his arms around her. "I messed up. I'm sorry."

She covered her mouth, gaze absent, a suffocating weight plunging on her back.

"What happened?"

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[ha-youwish]

May I ask very nicely about the twewy au of your last fic? Pretty please 🥺

you read fast i just posted that lmao

this is the fic if anyone is wondering

okay so hm i really wasn’t prepared to talk about this. this fic came from an idea about post-apocalyptic situations, and im not sure where i got that idea from. so basically i started crafting a whole Thing based around that but then i scrapped it once my brain made the joke that its just The World Ending (with you) (again).

basically add this fic to my list of reasons i need to get diagnosed

anyways about the actual au shit going on in the background, please understand that this is hastily put together with duct tape so if it doesn’t make sense idk what to tell you

so it starts like this. this whole thing runs off the (correct) assumption that Neku is the most powerful being not in the UG right now, and possibly one of the most powerful in general. now someone (idk who, maybe another trigger-happy angel) decides that neku can be the perfect centerpiece for the next thing that will try to destroy shibuya.

and so, in some kind of ritual not to different from the taboo sigils from the first game. everyone in shibuya basically are like mindless wandering half-ghost things and theres a shitton of noise.

most UG folks and people who were caught up in the whole spell thing made it in one piece, but the rest of the city turned into those soulless beings, including rhyme and eri. and where did all those souls go? well. neku’s kinda still connected to all the minds in shibuya oops so guess what

now this ends up being kind of like some zombie apocalypse bc this whole thing Will spread to other areas of tokyo if they dont hurry and its already leaking into shinjuku, which is still recovering from their own world-ending event. and not only will this soullessness spread but so will the strain on neku which is fun.

the reason they have to be so cautious when going out (and why rindo being injured was a thing that was mentioned) is because of that whole “shitton of noise” thing i mentioned earlier that spread that soullessness stuff or whatever

sometime during a battle or something, shiki, beat, and neku sync up and realize very quickly how much hes been carrying and use the sync to help share the burden (but he silently refuses to let them actually help bc its That Bad that he doesn’t want them to feel even a little bit of it)

joshua’s abilities as composer allow him to help neku feel better almost exponentially, but the Ending the World Spell accounted for that and so it tends to do more damage after some time.

anyways at the point the fic is set in, they’ve found out how to reverse it (hopefully) by basically drawing giant No U sigils all over the city. the next part, the part that would come after the fic, is when neku would go to each sigil and activate them to get rid of some of the people in his head at a time until all of them were gone and the noise went away as well

i think thats all i got for this one. definitely not as interesting or fleshed out as other ones i have but i like the fic that came from it so who cares

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[misslauwie]

I really really do think Jimin got great taste in songs and some may say that its JK's signature to use lyrics as a way to connect to the fan. But I do think this is a similae trait that Jimin has... Maybe once you get along so long, you pick up each other traits / habits?

Just watched Jimin's W behind the scene. While it leaves me wanting for more because I do think that its highly curated by Jimin... I came away with a gold mine. He made a song recommendation Honne.

And can I just say Wow. Maybe his raw feelings are expressed to his choice of songs or movies. You just need to dig deeper and be more proactive about it. It just makes me think again that Jimin is all abt layers. He makes you work for it and if you are attentive enough, smart enough then you will find meanings in his words and gestures. I know there is a well known saying that he has the tendency to say things just enough while not revealing any information. But if you read between the lines and care to dig deeper you will find gold mines.

Ok lets start with his song recommendation by Honne. Went off to my Spotify and immediately played Honne's songs and can I just say wow - Jimin really is a romantic and soft person. Two songs somehow clicked in my mind after listening to Honne: 1) Location Unknown and 2) Day One.

Location Unknown. The first I think kinda resembles his activities after the group hiatus where Jimin is busy with his own stuff (read: preparing for his solo album). In "location unknown" he expressed that hes away right now but he will be back and hes hoping his loved ones will wait for him. & lyrics below just resonates so deeply with regards to his activities and maybe his precious relationship.

I wish I knew where I was

'Cause I don't have a clue

I just need to work out some way of getting me to you

'Cause I will never find love like ours out here

In a million years

A million years

Note that somewhere in the W interview he also revealed that during the making of his solo album that he felt lost and he went to the members to look for comfort. Doesn't the above lyrics somewhat give more colors to the things he said verbally?

Day One. Somehow when I listen to this song I feel hes relating to his members. The love of his life and arguably his most solid support system. You need to go back to what he said during Festa 2020 when he said that he wants to continue the days of them being the 7 together. Also when he said during Festa 2022 when he said he views himself as Jimin of BTS and not comfortable of viewing himself as a single unit. And somehow the lyrics below feels like a tribute to the members and army to a certain extent. Read lyrics below and tell me if as army you dont feel touched.

You'll always be my day one

Day zero when I was no one

I'm nothing by myself

You and no one else

Thankful you're my day one

Thankful you're my

I got lucky

Finding you

I won big the day I came across you

'Cause when you're with me

I don't feel blue

Not a day goes by that I would not redo

Maybe im bias. And I do admit I worship the ground that Jimin walks on. But I decide to be unapologetic about it because I value myself enough to know that I got great vision and taste. And Jimin really is striking all the Ts and dotting the Is in the inspirational box.

Another is movie recommendation: Reborn Rich. The remarks Jimin made here is that he made that recommendation because everyone is watching it. & it seems that the main character (MC) is having a hard time. But after watching a few episodes of Reborn Rich, I do draw some parallels to Jimin in a certain way. The MC comes from an unpriviledge background where he was basically being looked down but manage to use his knowledge and brain to turn the situation around to those whom oppress the MC. So far rings a bell to the BangTan story in the early days and their current success? Remember in one of the Festa, Jimin also said he made his own way. A similar plot unfolds in the "Reborn Rich". MC do have key characters whom will help him along the way. No spoilers but the ending also shows how Jimin values family relationship.

The key with him (not that Im professing that I know him) is to dig deeper and read btw the lines. And I swear even if those are your own inferences, Jimin is a gift that keeps giving. You will find meanings, good ones, in what he chooses to share.

#ThankYouJimin

With Jimin til The End.

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