#to have the super soldiers firing blanks?

[katethewriter]

Something fluffy huh? Hmmm how about reader comforting her girlfriend wanda when it seems like the whole world is against her. Feel like she’d always hold wanda tight and say “no matter what you do or become, I will always be on your side”

You Are More

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Words: 1k~

Warnings: insecure/self-deprecating thoughts, people are mean, Wanda needs a hug, if I missed any please let me know

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt!!! I hope you like it! Also, Reader is an enhanced. She has the ability to harness and manipulate electricity.

“How is she doing?"

You've just returned from a four-day solo mission, only to learn of the incident in Lagos. You're heart breaks for your girlfriend, who you know must be tearing herself to pieces.

Since the day she joined this team, she has done everything possible to make up for and repair the damage she took part in as a Hydra participant.

... and you know this is enough to break her.

"As well as can be expected, she's barely left her room," Steve smiles sadly, "this is as much my fault as it is hers. I should have-“

You are sure to cut him off quickly, "hey, none of that. This is no one's fault… except Rumlow’s. It was an accident." You pat the super soldier on the back comfortingly. "I'm gonna go check on her," you go straight to you and your girlfriend's shared bedroom.

When you peer through the doorway, you see her.

Wanda sits defeatedly on the bed, endlessly flipping between news stations, all of them covering the bombing. Each reporter that fills the screen has worse and worse things to say about the woman you love.

You're heart breaks more at every remark. What angers you the most is that these people don't even know Wanda, not personally, not like the team does and certainly not like you do. If they actually knew her, knew where her heart and intentions lie, they wouldn't being saying these things on international television for literally everyone and Wanda to hear.

The TV goes blank as you use your powers to turn it off. You had heard more than enough.

"Don't watch that," you speak softly, walking over to the bed and sitting beside her.

Wanda can't meet your eyes. She stares at her hands sorrowfully, "turning it off won't stop them from talking about me."

Reaching out, you move her hair away from her face and stroke her cheek delicately, "they don't know you."

"They're still right," Wanda quickly swats away a tear before it can fall, "I'm a monster."

"No, you are no-"

"I am," she shakes her head. "Think about it," she prompts, "the only reason Hydra selected me, gave me these powers was to hurt people." The sokovian motions towards the TV, ",,,and now I've done just that."

Your lip trembles at the way she is talking about herself. "Do you think I am a monster?"

For the first time since you've entered the room, Wana looks at you. She's almost too shocked to answer the question, "you're the best person I know. You could never be a monster."

"I was given my powers for the exact same reason, by the exact same people," you look deep into her eyes, hoping to reach her, "if that doesn't make me a monster, then neither are you."

Wanda smiles sadly, "but you never used your powers to hurt someone-"

"But I could," you interrupt her, "all it would take is one lapse in focus. One slip and I could electrocute an entire swimming pool or start a wild fire. What if I accidentally cut the power on an aircraft midflight; would you think I was a monster then?"

The witch furrows her brow, "no, that would have been an accident."

"and so was this," you take her hands into your own, "this was an accident. You were trying to help people, and you made a mistake." You gently wipe a tear that falls down her cheek.

"Wanda, you are more, so much more, than the worst mistake you've ever made. This does not define who or what you are. Ok?"

You wait for her to nod, but it takes a while. You can practically see her mind running around trying to rewrite her self-perception and absorb your words.

There is a small shift in her demeanor, and you know you've at least partially gotten through to her. Wanda gives you a weak smile but says nothing.

"As for your powers," you shift closer to wrap her in your arms, "I know they have done some pretty amazing things." Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, you begin to explain, "your magic saved countless lives in Sokovia. It helped you stop Ultron before he destroyed the world. When I was locked away in a Hydra cell, strapped to a table as they turned me into a battery, draining me," your voice cracks at the mention of your worst memories, "you were the one who came back for me. You saved me, and a monster would never do that."

Wanda finally begins to relax into you. Her own arms raise to hold you as close as possible. “I don’t know what’s going to happen,” she whispers shakily, “some of them want to lock me in a cage.”

You pull away a bit to look into her eyes, “you know Steve would never let them.”

Her lips tremble in fear, “what if he doesn’t have a say?”

Silence fills the air.

You struggle to find what to say. Something is coming. There’s no way around that; too many people are demanding change.

There’s no way to know if any of you will have a say.

“Come here,” you scoot back on the bed until you’re leaning against the headboard. You open your arms for Wanda to crawl into.

She buries herself into while you hold her so tight that you never want to let go.

You start to run your hand through her hair to help soothe her the best you can, “I don’t know, but you know what I do know?”

Wanda looks up to you with her beautiful doe eyes, “what?”

Cupping her cheek softly, you promise, “no matter what happens, no matter what you do or become, I will always be on your side.”

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximov x reader #fem!reader #enhanced!reader #Wanda needs a hug #slight angst #hurt/comfort #Wanda #Wanda maximoff #Wanda maximov #MCU #k hits 1k!

[bionicle-ramblings]

Yoooo just had two super angsty Web of Shadow AU plot bunnies come to mind

1. Matau is unable to get through to Vakama, and in the ensuing fight, ends up being forced to kill him

2. (My personal favorite), Vakama ends up mortally wounding Matau in the fight, which finally causes him to snap out of it, and Vakama realizes to his horror what he did

Oooooh

I need a minute because both are just so angsty and delicious

1. With Matau being forced to kill Vakama, imagine the when Vakama shoots at Matau with the Rhotuka spinner, instead of swnding him over the edge, they get into a slashing fight until Vakama grabs Matau and goes for another shot at point-blank range

Only Mataua panics and his Hordika instincts kick in and he either slashes at Vakama and cuts him really deep or just straight up stabs him. Either way, it's a fatal move and neither moves, though Vakama does come back and sees that, yeah, he just got stabbed and he's about to die. Matau is IMMEDIATELY regretful, catching Vakama as he falls and telling Vakama to just hold on until they can both get to the others

Vakama does manage it, even gets the Visorak to leave everyone alone, but there's no taking out Roodaka; maybe the violet take care of her for them. Everyone, namely the Toa, is more concerned about Vakama anyway, as he's legitimately dying and they can't heal him. He actually does apologize to them for all the trouble he caused them, apologizes for what he said and how he treated them, then thanks them all for being his team, for being his friends, his brothers and sister

The team is still returned to being Toa, but they cannot bring Vakama with, as they have a memorial of sorts for him in the remains on Ta-Metru

2. TO LIGHTEN THE MOOD!

No one dies in this one. My heart can't take it otherwise

Instead, imagine Nokama and Matau soldier through and guard the temple as the Rahaga translate the inscriptions inside to find Keetongu

Vakama still gets inside, but he's stopped by both Toa Hordika, but it soon becomes a 1v1 as Nokama saves Norik and the other Rahaga

It's very dramatic, we get that speech from Matau as the two fight and it riles up Vakama to the point he ends up firing a Rhotuka spinner at the ceiling of the Temple. It falls towards him, but Matau pushes him out of the way before hit lands on him

Nokama and the Rahaga find them, see Matau barely conscious. Vakama is frozen and horrified at what he did

No real point in drawing it out, they get Vakama back and get Matau out and make sure he and the other Rahaga are okay. EVERYONE keeps an eye on Vakama, who is DEEPLY remorseful and can't begin to imagine he can "come back" from nearly killing his friend

The others don't let him dwell on it, mostly Matau, who's mostly healed and stays close to Vakama's side to show that he's not afraid of his brother and does have some trust in him still. The Toa Hordika do have a talk with each other and they do get stuff of their chests that they should have a long while ago

... Huh, a good ending and a bad ending, how about that?😅

#bionicle #ramblings #hordika #vakama #matau #toa metru #web of shadows #au #ask post #thanks for the ask!

[anonymous-astronaut]

Mercs finding all their weapons replaced with bubble guns?

I took some artistic liberties with this one

Scout:

He’s SUPER into it, are you kidding it’s like a water balloon fight but with BUBBLES! Scout is like one of those dogs that runs back and forth at the speed of fucking light trying to catch them in his teeth, he pretty much reverts to a fourteen year old boy on a sugar high. He starts making twice as many sound effects as usual, blasting people in the face with his bubble shotgun. It’s the most fun he’s had in a long time.

Soldier

This man is soaring through the sky like a goddamn bubble rocket. He is fuckin flying to the point where he is convinced he himself is a bubble. When he does decide to land and point his launcher at people, heaven help them. That thing can take a man clear off his feet in a a flood of bubbles and launch him into space, and Soldier has no hesitation firing point-blank range either. He takes this just as seriously as any other fight, there is no mercy from his bubbly wrath.

Pyro

This is Pyro’s dream come true. For once, everyone is having just as much fun on the battlefield as they are, and Pyro is beyond delighted. They love sneaking up on people and absolutely showering them in bubbles, plus they can make pretty rainbows if they angle it in the sun right.

Heavy

WHO TOUCHED SASHA?!!? Seriously, if he doesn’t want find out what happened to his real gun fast, there are going to be problems. However, if Sasha is safe and sound, he’ll partake in a little bubble war, why not? At first he thinks it’s a bit childish, but a bubble machine gun…. it’s just too awesome to resist. Soon he’s having a grande old time mowing people down with bubbles.

Demo

Bubble BOMBS??? Omg, Demo is absolutely delighted by the possibilities. He becomes sneakier than a goddamn spy, setting up elaborate traps and suddenly making the whole field into a giant maze booby traps. I like to think he has all sorts of bombs to choose from, from ones that send you flying in a shower of bubbles to ones that fill up a whole hallway in foam. He’s running around giggling like a madman and sometimes accidentally setting off his own bubble mines.

Engie

He isn’t particularly thrilled about it at first. The bubble sentries are pretty cool, but he just feels so separated from the action, it takes all the fun out of it. He’s all pouty about it until Scout or Pyro sneaks up and blasts him, and then it’s game on. He’s takes his bubble shotgun out like “you little fucker” and joins in the mayhem.

Medic

Maybe he distributes bubble fuel instead of heals? Since no one is actually getting injured (unless it’s super intense, you never know with these guys). Idk how his medigun works, but either way I know he ISNT using it. No, Medic has gone FULL FERAL. He’s got his bubble-fied syringe gun out and is “RATATATATA”ing at everyone he sees, including his own teammates. Battle Medic mode engaged. Absolute wild child. Fear for your life

Sniper

How does this even work?? Does he shoot one really powerful bubble at someone? Maybe he can target a guy and trap a bubble around his head?? I’m not sure, but he probably can’t resist the mayhem for long and takes out his smg instead, running out on the field with everybody else for a change. He didn’t get to participate in games like this much as a kid, so getting blasted in the face by bubbles is somehow a fun and healing experience.

Spy

Imagine, if you will, the absolute shittiest little plastic bubble handgun you can possible picture. Cheap dollar-store water pistol lookin fucker. That’s it. That is what this man has to defend himself with. He gets six lil bubbly blasts and then he has to run around pumping it up to try and reload, and it’s fucking hilarious. He would just refuse to participate, but people keep picking on him and his ego is too massive to settle with just letting them get away with it. He ends up getting really into it. Afterwards he acts like it was the worse day of his life and complains about getting soap on his suit, but secretly he thought it was a tiny bit fun.

#tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #tf2 headcanons

[nuclearforest]

I have a prompt for you if you're interested! It's for the Captain (of course) in canon (Millennium war vet). I love your stories and I love spamming your inbox haha 🥰! The prompt is preferably the Reader talking to an enemy about our favourite werewolf.

"He (Hans) isn't a monster. You are."

Thank you for everything you write!!!!

I'm interested!! Had a fun short idea with this one-- I hope it's at least a bit entertaining :)

As far as the canon request, i kept it as close as possible for this idea-- altho it still hinges on the idea that he doesnt die to fire. There isn't much romance (maybe if you squint) but there is a bit of gun violence below the cut.

You are a collector of broken things. Just about everything in your humble abode has a story: found broken and then lovingly restored bit by bit. Your favorite dresser. The TV stand that somehow mixes art deco and nature-themed maximalism. The mismatched set of chairs around your refinished kitchen table.

There was art in making something broken into a whole piece again, so when you-- a lucky survivor of the London Incident, as they were calling it-- find a broken man as just a head and a torso still somehow alive, it only made sense to keep him.

Sure, it was a pain in the ass smuggling him back to your little home in the woods. And an even bigger pain, still, to nurse him back to health, he seemed like a fitting addition.

Didn't speak at all, but he was good enough company and liked to linger as a shadow in whatever room you were in. One of the few times you got any input from him was when he'd spelled out his name with his finger on your palm. Hans.

But for as weird as he was, he was harmless. A burnt out super soldier of whatever sort were clashing in the streets and causing all sorts of mayhem. You didn't stick around to watch, but he seemed to be built like one. He was heads taller than you with a stubborn supermodel physique, thin waist and defined abs refusing to cave no matter how richly you fed him. And on top he's got a shock of white hair and tired red eyes-- clearly ain't human, but not something you'd care to press him for.

The first time you see him shift is a bit of a shock. One day he's staring at squirrels fighting in a tree outside your home, and then the next thing you know he's breathing hard and has a pair of canine ears perched on top of his head. And even when you ask you don't get a lot of answers from him, but you do start to leave corn out for the deer so he can sit by the window and watch.

He still moves a bit stiffly in his new arms and legs-- so maybe that was it. A broken old war dog content to live out retirement in your cabin in the woods and watch animals out of your living room window and clean up in the kitchen after you cook a meal.

He was the neatest roommate you've ever had.

That said, folks start coming by. It's not bad. One maybe ever few months. The first knocks on your door and point blank says you've got a monster in your home. You simply reply that you don't really care-- that he isn't hurting anyone-- and sent him away.

So that men sends his friends at all hours of the day. Some knock. Some you catch by just feeling something off in the air. You've even woken from dead sleep to find one speedwalking up your driveway.

They aren't always unpleasant, and most stand down when staring a double barrel shotgun in the face, but there are a few that have ended up as fertilizer in the garden. You didn't really like to think about it, but there were few other options.

So when another comes by one evening, long after old man Hans has gone and crawled into the nest he made I'm the corner of your bedroom (funny that he didn't like to sleep alone), you slip up to the door with your shotgun in hand to answer.

"Well hello," you drawl, "how can I help you?"

There's a stern man on the other side in a suit. They always seemed to be in suits. He's got jet black hair lined with streaks of grey and his face is wrinkled with laugh lines. Inside, you wonder if he's got kids or grandkids.

"Hello," he grunts in greeting, "seems you've got a monster inside. I've been sent here to exterminate it."

"I wouldn't call him a monster," you coolly reply, grip tightening around the shotgun in your hands, "he's a senior trying to live out his retirement."

"He's a war criminal," the man corrects with a shake of his head, "he's with the group responsible for the attack on London." The gun holstered in this man's belt draws your gaze for a second, with his hand stuck in his pockets just below.

"Seems like a retired war dog to me," you assert, "I don't discriminate when I take in the broken."

"He's a monster and needs to face justice."

The man before you can't know the hair thin scars littering Hans' skin. The way he flinches when something bangs. How he hides in his nest from the rare thunderstorm and curls up as tightly as he can, reliving something you can't begin to guess at.

"He's not a monster," you narrow your eyes, "I'd think that to be a better description of you if you try to take him." With that he draws, and you have no hope in raising your shotgun first, so you let him shoot.

Bang.

It's deafening-- probably has the poor guy sitting bolt upright in his bed with wide eyes and a heaving chest-- but you just shrug it off. Doesn't really hurt much any more, either, as silver hisses in your skin before being forced out of the hole as your flesh knits back together. Even at close range, it isn't enough to kill you.

Looking over his wrinkles again, eyes wide with shock and mouth twisted in terror, you just shake your head. "I won't say anything of it if you leave him here," you offer, "but if you insist I'm sure the garden will love you."

He shakes in his nice shoes, training fighting the human instinct of terror, and inevitably turns to beat a hasty retreat as if he hadn't just shot you in your doorway. At least you don't have neighbors, leaving the pair of you the only witnesses to the little exchange. Hopefully they'd stop sending folks like him and you could rest just a bit more easily.

Shaking your head, you go to put your shotgun back in its home in the rack and pad your way up the stairs. Surely enough, Hans is in your room with wide eyes and a heaving chest, stuck in some perpetual memory that has him twitching and whipping his head back and forth.

"Hey big guy," you say in your most gentle voice, "he's gone now. No blood this time." His eyes fixate on you, staring clean through. "Nothing to worry about." You step into his space and reach out to put a hand on his head, petting him between those wolfish ears. "This one ran."

With that, he seems to deflate slightly, calming until his eyes take on their same sad droop and his shoulders a downtrodden hunch.

You pop down next to him into his nest and lean onto a pile of pillows, opening your arms. He leans closer, poking around the new hole in your shirt with his nose before deciding that you're alive and well and dropping his head on your chest.

For what it's worth, you manage to bite back a chuckle at his sweet concern and bring your hands up to hold his head to you where he can listen to your heart beat away in your chest and he can relax with your fingers running through his hair and nails against his scalp until the tension drains from his body and he's left resting against you.

He'll stay like that for the rest of the night, desperate for your reassurance of safety. Some monster he is, you figure, but he's all he needed to be and then some. Just some big, broken company that fit right in at your home.

#hellsing captain #reader insert #non-romantic reader insert #hans gunsche #hellsing ultimate #mun writes #writing prompt #short story #werewolf #take care of your werewolf hes a delicate old man

[pa-stella]

From the sleepy prompts list might I request, “Do you think it would be helpful if we were cuddling?” with Rio and Jyuto? Rio just asking point-blank something like that and Jyuto slowly losing his mind but pretending not to… yeah. Goofs and fluff, the greatest combination.

Super super super short but still cute! I forgot of making Jyuto lose his mind haha I hope you'll enjoy it anyway! Title: Tempest NightFandom: Hypnosis Mic Pairing: Rio/Jyuto Prompt: “Do you think it would be helpful if we were cuddling?” Content: Established relationship.

This was not what Jyuto thought would happen that night.

Rio had suggested a nice and calm stroll in the forest after their dinner at the soldier’s camp and Jyuto had gladly accepted the offer (he’d do anything to forget what he had just eaten). Even if the sun had already disappeared behind the mountains, leaving the forest in complete darkness, Rio had shown Jyuto the way with no problem. 

The officer had no idea for how long they had walked, but at some point they had reached a small clearing and Rio had pointed at the sky. He told the other man about stars and constellations as they had intertwined their hands. It had been a tender moment, interrupted by a sudden strong wind. Dark clouds covered the starry sky in an instant as the temperature dropped slowly.

“An unexpected storm… It happens a lot during the summer.” Rio had commented while looking around the clearing.

“We should go back to the camp then.” 

The soldier had just shaken his head. “It’s too far away and we don’t have time.” Without letting go of Jyuto’s hand, he had started to move in the opposite direction of the encampment. “There’s a place where we can wait for the storm to pass.”

And now there they were, in a hidden cavern on the side of a small mountain. The wind was still howling as the first lonely raindrops were starting to fall from the sky.

“Are… are you sure there are no wild animals here?” Jyuto asked, as he sat down on the pebbly ground.

Busy trying to light a fire with branches he had collected while walking towards the cavern, Rio nodded. “Don’t worry. It’s completely abandoned.”

Jyuto sighed loudly and grabbed his knees in a way to feel a little warmer. Looking back, he should have taken at least a hoodie before leaving the camp as Rio had suggested. He silently cursed his overconfidence for once.

Thankfully, after a few minutes, Rio triumphed and a fire started to warm that small area. With a soft smile, the soldier sat down next to Jyuto. “At least, we already ate dinner…”

Jyuto mirrored his smile before looking outside the cavern. “How long will it last?”

“Some minutes, some hours… summer storms are unpredictable.” Rio stifled a yawn and leaned against the wall. “I think we’ll have to sleep here tonight.”

Another sigh. “As if I’ll be able to get some sleep in a place like this…” He needed months to get used to Rio’s tent. A cavern in the middle of the wilderness would take him years!

The soldier waited an entire minute before talking again. “Do you think it would be helpful if we were cuddling?”

“Huh?”

Without any warning, Rio put an arm around Jyuto and moved him closer to his broad chest. “Maybe you’ll be able to relax…”

“Oh… well, it might help a little…” A faint blush appeared on Jyuto’s face as he took off his glasses. He then let himself rest against Rio’s body. By now, he knew the skin of the other man was naturally warm, so warm he could feel it through his clothes, but it was always a pleasant surprise. 

As the sound of rain and wind became distant and his eyes felt suddenly heavy, he heard the soldier chuckle. A pair of lips touched his forehead for a brief moment.  

“Good night, Jyuto.”

#riojyuto #rio mason busujima #jyuto iruma #hypnosis mic #writing? in this economy? #hypmic

[mej2235]

Some Sewer Donnie thoughts about the @tmntaucompetition and @rottmnt-au-summit

Consider this my own little bit of personal propaganda to kick this off with a bang! I’m having fun messing around with this stuff XD

Sewer AU and the Foot Leo AU belong to me

Red Rover AU belongs to @red-rover-au (it’s just a mention, sorry about tagging you buddy!)

Disarmed Neon aka Neon belongs to @phoenixdeleted

Subnautica Leo aka Sub belongs to @havendoesthings

Ghost Leo belongs to @wandering-ghost

And here’s your little context note: Sewer Raph doesn’t have his name yet and is simply referred to as the ‘Big Guy’.

Donnie tapped away at their holoscreen, face carefully blank as they stared at the matchups. This preliminary round was against a worthy opponent, a universe alteration of their counterparts in dimension 12 where there were five turtles instead of four. Donnie watched as the meter slowly ticked downwards toward a loss and sighed, hand flicking it to the next image. The matchups for the other competition they would be competing in. Almost all those AUs, Donnie knew, both personally and from their many hours of multidimensional research.

Their family didn’t need to know that Donnie wanted to know if things would’ve been better if they made a different choice- if it was them instead of their two brothers.

Their results were… inconclusive.

They sighed again, smiling down at the lineup. Donnie knew they would not survive, not against the Red Rover universe, possibly quite literally. Out of their entire family, only the Big Guy could potentially hold his own against trained super soldiers and even he wouldn’t last long.

Draxum would never let them live this down.

Donnie scoffed, announcing it to the world as they skimmed through the lineup, admiring all the universes that would be brought together. They wondered how the Big Guy would react to seeing the little ghost Leo (which was not disturbing at all to think about, their brother dead at only a few years old, something that Donnie knew was almost reality in their world), Sub and Neon again. Last time they had crossed paths, it was as enemies, fighting their way out of the death trap known as the Hunger Games.

And no, Donnie did not keep a closer eye on Neon because they were longing for a parent-aged adult figure in their life. They would never.

Their hand flicked the screen to the next page, a set of images showing up. Just for research, Donnie swore to themself, ignoring how the corners of their mouth curled up as they flicked between the images. Shenanigans between all these alternate versions of them and their family, random fires, T-Posing, strawberry jam everywhere.

They stopped on an image of the Big Guy, frowning at the camera, arms crossed as Neon wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him close. The other arm was a prosthetic, curled around a strange version of Leo, Sub, who apparently came from an alien planet, with teeth attached to the metal. Neon was grinning despite himself, clearly holding the kid close with no problems, as another Leo sat on his shoulders, dressed in traditional Foot garments, the child had claimed.

Donnie didn’t know how to feel at the fact they had assumed this version of their brother had simply adapted to the Hamato Way.

It was a good photo, a happy photo.

These competitions were here for fun, nothing at stake as they could let loose and show off themselves, what made them unique and Donnie was loving every second of it. The adrenaline screaming through their veins, the overwhelming competitive desire to create, the constant interactions that made sense.

It was clear what everyone’s motive was.

They leaned back, shell hitting their Mikey’s side, allowing their younger sister to wrap and arm around them as she scritched at the Big Guy’s head, enjoying the comforting weight of their largest member. The Big Guy’s purring made Donnie want to fall asleep then and there, to nap the competitions away in the company of loved ones, but the nearby chittering changed their mind. Donnie looked up and met the eyes of their blue-clad brother that was refusing to settle on his older brother’s shell. The small slider kept walking around the spiked shell, talking the rest of the family’s ears and tympana off with those sounds.

It was honestly like watching a turtle kneed at a surface, unsatisfied with the quality of the product gifted to them.

As the turtle settled finally, draping himself over his brother’s shell and under Mikey’s hand still scritching away, allowing Donnie unlimited access to his head. The softshell huffed out a breath of air that was not a poorly disguised laugh thank you very much, lowering one arm from tapping away at the holoscreen to the more pressing matter at hand, their brother’s desire for scritches. Their other hand moved to clutch at Mikey’s arm wrapped around them and they couldn’t withhold the smile they had been hiding for so long.

This competition was an excuse to show off and bring people together, so right now, Donnie was going to show off their family and enjoy this, until they needed to be up and fighting again.

Leo cooed, melting under the touch as the family chuckled, delivering scritches to those that deserved them.

All of them deserved them.

#rottmnt #sewer au #propaganda #rottmnt au summit #tmnt au polls #Red rover au #subnautica leo au #disarmed neon #foot Leo au

[krissiefox]

Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog - Attack On pinball fortress (Review & Screenshots)

Time for more Sonic fun! This episode was not only a pretty entertaining one but it was also based on the Sega Genesis game, Sonic Spinball!

This fellow, along with the donkey in this episode, has a fun kind of Spumco look to his design.

The story begins with two sculptors making some pots together.  The two are lamenting what a jerk Robotnik is, and as if on cue, they're zapped with a weapon by Robotnik, whom just showed up in their village!

The ammo belts are concernering. Are they just gonna murder people if the stupidity ray fails? Robotnik and his badniks are decked out in Commando gear, and  Robotnik is using his new weapon, "The Stupidity Ray" to apparently give people severe enough brain damage that they have trouble figuring out how to resist against him. Sounds like a pretty dangerous weapon that could cause Mobians to start voting republican!

Thankfully, Sonic and Tails have been tipped off onto Robotnik being sighted in the village, so they're already on their way to stop him. As Sonic is busy weaving between Robotnik's weapon fire, we see that Sergeant Doberman is in town, trying to recruit new soldiers for his army against some unknown purpose. Last time I saw the Sarge was in the adorable "Tails New Home" episode, and he was a fun parody of a macho-military american meatheads, so it's fun to see him starring in another episode. Likewise, we also see that the scam artist salesman Wes Wesley is trying to get some guy to buy a blank encyclopedia in town. During the action, both the Sarge's new recruit and Wes' potential customer get zapped by the Ray, and quickly become eager to mindlessly obey an authority figure and spend their money recklessly.

A cool Ren & Stimpy  lookin’ donkey. Real life donkeys are adorable and I want to look up videos of them now... Sonic eventually stops Robotniks assault by, rather oddly, launching a donkey to land behind him, and the donkey then kicks Robotnik really far into the air! Donkeys are cool. :) With Robotnik separated from his weapon, both Wes and The Sarge get the idea that they could use it to control people to fit their own personal agendas of recruiting an obedient army and scoring a crowd of eager shoppers. The two begin to bicker and even get into a physical alteration, which Sonic eventually manages to break up (for the time being) by smashing the gun with a rock. Robotnik tells everyone that  this isn't the end of his new weapon and he is now just going to build a larger version that he can use on all of Mobius, and it is being held safely at his pinball fortress.

Even though Sergeant Doberman is a jerk, he has a cuteness about him - because dogs are cute!

Tails calling himself “Mustard” was odd but funny and adorable. Sarge and Wes ask to help Sonic get into the fortress, and despite their constant bickering, he agrees.They actually do manage to be of use at times, such as Wes knowing that he can rust the front door down because it's his company that actually sold most of the building supplies to Robotnik for the fortress. There's a lot of action going on as they work their way to the top floor, and we see some scenery that resembles the Lava PowerHouse level from Sonic Spinball, as well as a big scorpion robot likely inspired by Scorpius form the Toxic Caves (though sadly, this version doesn't have a big creepy Robotnik face).  Amusingly, some Super Mario sound effects can be heard while they are bouncing inside the pinball traps, too.

Tails wearing a cute little pilots google thing! Just like he does in the Sonic OVA. :)

The look on Sarges face when Wes pulls his pants off... Once they reach the top floor, Wes and Sarge begin to fight with each-other once again, and in all the chaos, Robotnik ends up being zapped by his own ray gun, and then curiously pulls the way-too-easy to activate self-destruct lever for the fortress. Thankfully, Sonic and Tails make it out of there okay, and as do sarge and Wes. The building is blown in half, sending the top floor flying away with a now brain-damaged Robotnik causing trouble for Scratch and Grounder with his curiosities.

Robotnik’s packin’ heat!

One of the cooler interior shots of the pinball fortress, likely based on the Lava PowerHouse” from Sonic Spinball. The Sonic Says segment repeats a scene from the end of the episode, where Robotnik gets zapped, but this time, Sonic speaks to the camera about how "staying in school will keep you from being stupid". I'm pretty what he means to say is that staying in school will  provide you with knowledge (if republicans haven't banned it form you local school yet). While certainly a well-intended message, I feel this sort of thing is way more nuanced - especially in our current political climate where I can only imagine what all you poor youngsters have to deal with given that conservative politicians are obsessed with making sure children never actually get to learn anything about the world around them.

Scratch and Grounder spend most of the episode just being cute. They’re good at it!

Sarge’s gun has a muzzle that looks like a glue gun but it fires bullets! Weird. Otherwise neat looking gun, though.

Overall, this is a pretty fun episode. There's lots of action, a few good laughs, and the Sonic Spinball references were neat. Sarge and Wes are both entertaining sends ups of american military fetishism and sleazy capitalism, which are good things to see poked fun at especially in a show aimed at kids. However,  It is surprising that Sonic didn't take the threat of Wes and Sarge's intentions more seriously, as they were both planning to steal that gun and do some really horrible things! Perhaps it was because he assumed that like scratch and grounder, they were too childish and interested in their petty quarrels to actually accomplish more serious harms to anyone. Til next time Sonic fans, stay cool, and be kind to each-other! And watch out for Wes Weasley trying to make you buy a blank encyclopedia at gunpoint...that’s no good!

Wes also has a pretty neat looking, colorful gun.

#wes weasley #Sergeant Doberman #Dr. Robotnik #Robotnik #Scratch #Grounder #Aosth #adventures of sonic the hedgehog #Sonic #sonic the hedgehog #Tails #Miles prower #sonic spinball #spumco #cartoons #animation #Dic #guns #lava powerhouse #sega genesis #sonic ova #education #school #fuck republicans #fuck conservatives

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(X-men x reader).Part 2

X-Men Origins: Wolverin.

Summary: You just wanted to survive, not create a harem!!

I decided to write about my favorite super-heroes, since I just watched, -not completly yet-, and don't ask me why I never watch it before (because I was too young back then).

requested: no, if there was any mistake please tell me.

warning: requests are opened, mention death, and other things, mistakes....abuse.

fanfiction, still not edited.

2181 words. WOW.

Part1

Waking up from your beauty sleep, you felt tired to stand up, but as you saw what time it was, you jumped as fast as possible, the sleepness already leaving you body.

It was 11 a.m and you were late, too late. Today you were supposed to meet the wolverine and his brother to convince them to leave with you. Of course, you had taken permission,with the help of your new power, but you needed to stay quite, you shouldn't speak until you were given permission. You were okay with that, because what would say to any one them, hey I am a big fan of yours?

Laughing at the thought you put on some military clothes. You weren't a fan of showing much of your skin, even with this perfect body that you now have. That's why you were wearing male clothes. It was confortable and easy to move in, and for the other clothes that you brought and modified a little, were still waiting for the right moment ti be used.

You knew runnig will not help you now, so you decided to fuck it, and use teleportation. Which you found out later one to be the best option.

_took your sweet time.

_Major William Stryker!

He give you one of his rare smile, before patting your head.You took the seat next to him, trying to et confortable with a ride that may take two hours.

_If you were one minute late we would have left without you.

His smile soon disappeared and was replace it but a blank expression, as he signaled for the driver to start the car. You knew, he would have, not because of him been an impatient man, but because he doesn't even want you to be there.

As you expected the ride was long and boring,and while Major Stryker was re-reading the files of the two men, you found yourslef sleeping just half an hour through the ride.

………………………….

Rubbing your right eye, to try and get ride of the blurness, you walked by Major side, looking around with a disgusted face. Everything was dirty, you can even see some rats running around with what you assumed to be a peace of meat in there mouth.

As you passed, soldiers were looking at you either with confusion,what a woman doing here?, or with lust, which you hated, but ignored to not start a fight.

Once in front of sell, Major signaled for the soldier to open the door, which he did with his eyes not leaving your face.

Major was the first to walk in, before you did. You tried as much as possible keeping a poker face which happened to be hard as both of the brother turn your way.

You couldn't see it but there eyes widen as you enter, an angel, that's what they thought you were. Your hair was on high ponytail, you eyes were light blue instead of there usually color from nervousity. which made you look like a angel to both of them.

-My name is Major William Stryker. The man standing in front you spoke, gining there attention back to him.

_You've been charged with k*ll a senior officer.Is that correct?

_Apparently, we have some issues with authority… The eldery spoke, his eyes sliding to you. You didn't even notice him, since you were busy watching the rat on his arm, with much disgust, which suprisendly didn't reflect on your face or your eyes.

_Just keep a lid on it.

Wolverine looked at his brother warning him to keep it shut.

-sir.

William was amused, and you knew he could see it, that unlike, the youngest, Victor was more blood thirsty and with just few words he would be able to get him, and if he did, the youngest will follow.

_The warden tells me that your sentence was carried out by a firing squad at 1000 hours.How'd that go?

From taht point you blocked there convversation, you were bored, which suprised you since you were in presence of the main character and his evil brother.

_I'm putting together a special team with special privileges.

William said, as he bravely looked you from where he was, before continuing, which caught both of the brothers attention. Making them look at each, silently communicating with each other.

_Now, tell me, how would you like to really serve your country?

…………………………………………………..

You were all the plan, and like in the car you were sitting on Major William's right side just next the men, who bickered like children.

_Don't.

you warn Wade pointing at fingure at him, with eyes as red as blood. He was about to make a comment that you weren't ready to hear. You weren't ready to hear none of there bickery, beacsue somehow, God thought it will be a good idea to call you, for a mission, just as you all left the small prison, to give the brothers a moment to shower and get ready.

You were exhausted by the moment you came back. You felt as if someone was hitting with a hammer in every inch of your body.

-Bradley, take her down.

Major spoke refering to the plan, which he immidiatly did, making James feel much worse. You had complitly forgot how the man hated flying in the first movie.

_Gentlemen, wheels down in Lagos in five.

Major annouced, before patting on the head as he saw how tired you were. …………………………….

Once there you somehow found yourslef between the two brothers. Which you were sure was not where you were supposed to be.

_Why are we here?

James asked snapping you out of your thoughts.

_All in good time.

Major responded uncaring, because he knew once the man knew what they were ready to do, will surely leave, but wiil (Y/N) do the same? Major thought.

_(Y/N). You snapped your head to Major, who called your name like a father would.

-I want you to… The other couldn't hear what he whispered to you, but when your eyes light up they thought it's something good for you. You soon disapeared in front of there eyes, but before they could react, Major William, turned to Zer, giving him permission to do what his best at, shoot the enemies.

…………………….

Meanwhile, you were inside in the room, where so many workers were cheeking the diamons, to see if they were real or not. Unfortunatly, for them you weren't there for diamons.

You stood near the window whatching as Victor climbed the building like it was a tree. You let out a small laugh, not like anyone could hear you or see you, before you got back to your mission, which was simple, read mind. It was supposed to be Bradley, but he was needed down there.

Putting two fingures on the man forehead, you got thrown in his memories. One by one, you saw how he meet his wife, how he acted with his daughter, and he was the cause of many death, you tried not to break your focus from staying invisible from the eyes of the guards as you digged more inside the man head, until you heard the elevator door open, with a small ding. Soon you heard the sound of gun and swords, which you assumed to be from the guards and Wade.

-If you didn't have that mouth on you, Wade, you'd be the perfect soldier.

Major commented before he called your name, making your coat of invisibily fall.

_So?

He asked.

_I wouldn't do that if I was you, brother.

The teleportation man said as he stopped the mafia boss, or whatever the man that you read his mind was, from taking a hold of his gun.

_Thank you. You smiled at him, he just saved your life. Maybe you should take God's offer and bring your details in your memories back.

_He brought it from a small village, far inland, three days from here.

You spoke throwing the black rock on the desk.

_You did good.

He praised you with a small pat on your head, making you glare at him, but he wasn't looking his eyes were more focused on the thing on his hands.

You turned you head, trying to avoid the dark emotions comming from the Major, but you were meet with Login's eyes on you, or james as he is called now.You give him a smile, which he return.

For login that smile moved something inside of him, he almsot chuckled when he knew what it was, a silly crush. Looking at you more, he tried to take in all of you, your eyes that changed back to there origine color, you hair that was the same since morning, your hands that you hide in you trouseres pocket, your lips that pouted in mesary, as the Major patted your head.You were a much shorter than him, if you weren't the boots.

……………………………………………

Leaving the building, you stood by team side, sitting this time beside login and his brother, who seem to take a liking to you.You would if you didn't remeber how he killed Bradley, with no mercy.

_Let me help.

You softly spoke, as you put a hand on Logan's shoulder. Taking away his motion sickness, which helped him relaxe for the first time.

_Thank you.

He gifted you a shy small, and that's how you two found yourself making small conversations, unware of the jealous eyes, of both Victore and Wade.

....................................................................

few days later, you arrived in the small village, and you asked youself for the first time who you should follow, the man who helped you, or the main character?

You let out a sigh of ditress, catching Logan's attention. Who put a hand on your shoulder trying to consul you,, which you reponded by a forced smile, and before he could ask you run to the MMajor's side.

_He says it came from the sky.

Wade translated what the man said.

_He is telling the truth.

Logan spoke observing the kneeling man expression.

_You don't know the language, Logan.

Major's spoke, like he was telling Logan to shut it. of couse, LOgan didn't see it, but he shut his mouth any way, looking at his brother, begging him tos top whatever will happen. Which Victor responded to with a grin.

_It's a meteor fragment.

He whispered catching Major's attention on you.

_I know what it is.I am asking where he found it.

Of course, he knew. He was the one who send it to the laboratory for an examination before coming to the inland.

Just like last time you shut there conversation,, focusing more on the desiscion that you will soon have to take. You either choose, Logan, the man you had the pleasure to know more, that what ythe T.V shown about him, or Major William Stryker, th eman who become more like a father to you. It was a hard choice.

Hearing a scraem you snapped to see Victor holding the man by his neck, you for once remebered what would happened so with no hestation, you push Victor back, before putting a shield on the people. unfortunatly, some of them were already injured or dead.

_You promised!

You looked at the man you saw as a father, with so much disapointement.

_Don't!

Major screamed catching on what you will did, but it was too late, you send all of them the base with a wave of your hand, before they could hurt any more.

Turning to the people, you acted shock when you saw Logan. You knew he didn't want to hurt anyone, but you acted like it.

_I don't want to hurt anyone!

He screamed as he held his head high.

_If you don't beleive me, you can read my mind!

He tried to convience you, it was a very tempting suggestion. Sighing to stepped in fornt of him, before touching his head, going inside of it. You closed yur eyes to help you concetrate, which cased you to miss how his eyes traveled from your lips to your every inch on your face.

Now that he saw you from a this distance, your faces almost touching. He couldn't lie, he did have a not so tiny crush, but you were so much younger than him.

_I am as old as you are, maybe more.

You whispered, your eyes now opened, focusing shamessly on his lips. Which suprised him, he was focusing on guessing the tast of your lips that he forgotten himself.

Feeling bold, you give him a small peck on the lips before, turning to help the injuried people who needed medical attention.

It took Login by suprise, he wasn't sure if he should take that as a hint that you felt the same as him, or it was just a heat of a moment, but you didn't look like someone who would kiss just because.

Lincking his lips, he promised to ask you later and maybe get another taste of your lips, and this time it wouldn't just a peck.

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Good afternoon TUMBLR - March 26th - 2024

''Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971."

January 1998 - October 1999 - NLNG - TSKJ Port Harcourt Project (Nigeria).

Part 7.

SANITATION In Nigeria- the second Saturday morning of every month was dedicated to a meritorious yet useless operation: Sanitation Day. The entire population had to dedicate themselves to cleaning their courtyard, yard, and the surroundings of the house in which they lived. Until 11.00 in the morning, on Sanitation Day, no one could move around the city, under penalty of arrest and a large fine from the numerous police patrols and task forces scattered along the streets and at the main intersections. The checkpoints were equipped with homemade spike bands – long strips of wood with sharp nails – which the police would throw across the road when they saw a vehicle approaching, in order to make it stop. Every Friday evening before sanitation day, a special pass was distributed to us by the logistics office. The pass, issued by the Governor of the River State, in theory should have guaranteed that we would not be blocked by the police, and was given to us because we were ''operating in a project of national interest''. In reality, at every checkpoint there were endless discussions with the policemen, who claimed that the passes were not valid.. During one of these sanitation days, the off-road vehicle in which Mr. Trovato - SAIPEM Project Director - was travelling, was stopped at a checkpoint. After the usual ''useless pass'' was shown, the Task Force soldiers ordered Trovato to get out of the car, stuck a sorghum broom in his hand, and despite he was shouting protests such as ''you don't know who I am! !'' they forced him to sweep the road and the surrounding flowerbeds until 11.00, the time the block expired.

TRAFFIC LIGHT

In 1998-99 there was only one traffic light intersection in Port Harcourt, it was located on Aba Road and was commonly called ''Traffic Light''. The traffic lights hadn't worked for years, and usually the traffic cops worked hard to further aggravate the chaotic traffic. Being the most important intersection in the city, it was a popular place for street vendors of all sorts of goods and animals, living and dead, who took advantage of the slowdown in traffic to offer their wares to motorists. One morning a seller offered me a baby crocodile through the window of the Land Rover, which we had imprudently left open. As luck would have it, the animal had its jaws secured by numerous turns of insulating tape, so there were no consequences for us.

Another morning aseller wanted at all costs to sell me blank birth certificates - with authentic stamps - where I could prove that I was born in Nigeria. It was quite difficult to refuse and convince the seller that I didn't need the certificates. Next to the intersection was a fence with an electrical substation. Once, upon returning from the site, while we were queuing as usual to be able to pass, suddenly an explosion rent the hot afternoon air. The street vendors, taken by surprise by the event, launched into a frantic race to escape as far away as possible. A transformer had blown up, numerous live cables were touching each other causing discharges and sparks typical of 6,000 Volts. A fire had developed fueled by the oil contained in the transformer tanks. An infernal scene, complicated even more by some elements who tried to take advantage of the temporary absence of the street vendors to take possession of their goods. So the inevitable scuffles between improvised thieves and illegal vendors added to the chaos of the explosion and the unbearable smell of burnt oil. The situation became further complicated with the arrival of the police and the emergency response teams and the Task Force, which as usual began to beat up everyone who came within range. We ended up arriving home at 9.00 in the evening.

SUPER BOWL FINAL SAIPEM's Sub Contractor for the swamp part of the pipeline was an American company called WILLBROS. The Americans had their camp in Choba, near the Choba River, a location 35 km from Port Harcourt. On the occasion of the Super Bowl final, we were invited to a large BBQ organized in their base. Excellent meat, free flowing beer, the big screen connected to satellite was ready to show live images of the American sporting event par excellence. Most of the Yankees were drunk when the game finally began. The Super bowl preliminaries could crush even the most hardened fan. Around the minute 15th there was a twist: the satellite connection went black out, and the screen went off with a general ''ooohhhhh'', which was followed by whistles and curses upon realizing that the images from Dallas were not returning. The technicians got busy, someone called the headquarters of the local satellite provider. All in vain, the connection was not restored, and the Americans were increasingly angry. Chants against Nigeria soon became the ''background'' of the evening. The most agitated ones got up from their chairs and started kicking them. Only the intervention of the Project Director, who spoke from the stage under the big screen, prevented things from taking a bad turn. He apologized to everyone present, and put an end to hopes that the match would be seen live. All we had to do was get up, and after saying goodbye we returned to Port Harcourt. Thus ended sadly an evening that had begun under good auspices.

TELECOMMUNICATION ANTENNA

Among other equipment, the Support Base also had a 119 meter high telecommunications antenna. The works for its construction were entrusted to a Sub Contractor from Lagos, specialized in this type of activity. The first problem that had to be faced was to ask the local Power & Electricity Company to cut off power from the electrical cables that passed near the tower. Once the metal structure was assembled, an electric arc could be created between the live cables and the tower itself.

There was no such incident, but we never knew whether the power had actually been cut or not.

The Sub Contractor proceeded quite quickly in assembling the elements of the tower, even if from a safety point of view they left much to be desired. In 2 months the tower was completed, and now all that remained was to hoist the telecommunications dishes to its top, 119 meters above the ground. As always we requested the so-called ''Method Statement'' from the Sub Contractor, i.e. what method he intended to use to install the satellite dishes. But there was no prompt response from the Sub Contractor's representatives. We procrastinated, many verbal hypotheses were made, but nothing was put on paper to obtain the necessary authorization from the Client Management to proceed.

Until one Saturday came, a day on which, especially in the afternoon, no TSKJ representative ever came to the site. And then the young Site Manager of the Sub Contractor came to my office, he closed the door and said to me:

Sir, today we want to install satellite dishes! Good - I said - but you haven't yet presented the Method of Statement of how you intend to do it… Yes Sir, but the fact is… that … we don't want to present it… we want to take advantage of Saturday, install the antennas, and when the Client comes on Monday he will find himself faced with a fait accompli. Do you realize – I replied – that this is a big risk? If something goes wrong during the operation, they will kick us allout here. Yes Sir, I know, but we are willing to take the risk – we will take full responsibility in case of problems, but I am sure everything will be fine. Ok – I said – let's proceed, but if I see that the risk is high, know that I will stop the work.                                                                   Ok Sir, let's start immediately!

I immediately realized the reasons why the Construction Manager had not wanted to present the Method of Statement: it would have been rejected outright! After installing a pulley at the top of the tower, and passing a sturdy rope through it, the first of the 4 satellite dishes was attached to the end of these.

And the other end, you say? Well the other end - listen to me - was tied to the bumper of the Construction Manager's Mercedes 200D!! The car had been placed outside the site fence, and in front of it had a straight road of about 200 meters of dirt, along which the Construction Manager intended to lead the Mercedes, causing the satellite dish to rise to the top to the tower! OMG!! I thought, if everything goes well here, we will all be ignominiously kicked out of Nigeria…

The operation began, in a few minutes 3 of the 4 antennas were raised to 119 meters from the ground with this stratagem, and at practically zero cost for the Sub Contractor. The fourth and final antenna remained, and I begged Mr. Murphy to stay away from his laws…

Ready for the last shot, but another driver got behind the steering of the Mercedes. I interpreted this fact as a bad omen: if everything had gone well for the three antennas, why change? And so it was!

The accident that according to Murphy's 1st Law should have happened.............. happened, but fortunately no one was hurt, and the antenna was somehow lifted to its destination. The driver of the Mercedes, perhaps less experienced than the Construction Manager, perhaps too nervous, after having traveled the 100 meters or so that were necessary to lift the antenna to the top of the tower, leaned out of the window to look up towards the tower and that moment was fatal: the Mercedes ended up in the gutter that ran alongside the dirt road, tilting vertically, and giving a final tug on the rope that had raised the antenna. Was it luck or chance? The rope did not break and the last centimeters that were missing for the antenna to reach the deck were covered thanks to the strength of the arms of those involved in the operation!! Meanwhile, a completely reassuring steam was gushing from the radiator of the Mercedes, while the driver was helped out of the cockpit, in pain but unharmed.

The operation was successful!! I congratulated the Construction Manager, but scolded him because he had left the steering wheel of the Mercedes to someone else for the last shot.  On Monday when Monceri and the American Shell Supervisor arrived at the construction site and saw the antennas at the top of the tower, they asked me in amazement how we had done.

We had spent the weekend inventing an abstruse but quite logical procedure, so after explaining it, everyone complimented us.

AIR NAVIGATION LIGHT We had the tower, the satellite dishes had been installed, then it was the turn of the signal lights for air navigation. These lights were supposed to follow an on-off sequence, but unfortunately at 119 meters high, and in the blinding Nigerian sun, we were unable to control their operation.

We decided to return to the construction site one evening to check if everything was OK. So at dusk on any given day, we got into the car, me, Monceri and our American friend. When we arrived near the construction site, we noticed one of those long queues of people holding plastic cans, which in Nigeria, despite the country being the sixth largest oil producer in the world, are unfortunately very frequent. Then with great surprise we noticed that the long queue of people ended right at the entrance to our construction site!! And at the side of the gate, the security guards were managing the filling of the jerrycans through rubber hoses which transferred OUR diesel and OUR petrol from OUR tanks into the jerrycans themselves!! Obviously our arrival interrupted the ''trade operation'' and we called our Mopol (Mobile Police) so that everything was recorded, those responsible for the illicit trafficking were arrested.

After seeing what was happening in our absence, we realized the reason for the anomalous diesel consumption of our generators, and the constant lack of petrol in the large tank. The security people from outside agencies, who we paid to ensure there were no thefts, were in charge of the gang that stole from our construction site!

And the signal lights worked perfectly anyway.

N'DELLE CAMP The N'Delle camp had been set up to have a base as close as possible to the pipeline route. It was the typical SAIPEM's camp of the time, very ''Spartan'' (to use a euphemism) made up of containers recycled from a hundreds other projects, and then re-conditioned (so to speak) by the Onne logistics base. So a ''poor'' camp with ''caravans'' (as they were called in SAIPEM jargon) of 2 or 4 rooms, depending on the category of the employee. (Another very questionable criteria). There was the canteen, the club, the prefabrication workshop, the workshop for equipment maintenance and repair, created as usual by superimposing two rows of containers and then covering the central space with corrugated sheet metal. At the time I visited it, given the absence of the Site Manager, a guy called Cittadini Bellini was in charge. A strange event occurred, involving an Italian employee whose name I won't mention. He had brought a local girl into his room, but something had happened during the night for which he had kicked her out. The next morning, while having breakfast in the canteen, this Italian had asked Mr. Cittadini Bellini to have the room linen changed. Cittadini replied that it was only Tuesday and that the change was expected as always at the weekend. The other replied:

Not this time please make me change sheets, blankets and pillow covers even if it's not Saturday.

And why should I? Said Cittadini Bellini (who we remember claimed to be of noble origins)

Because last night it happened that at a certain point the girl started scratching his head so I asked her:

''You have animals''?

And what did she answered?

Well she replied: ''Yes I have animals………but smaaaallllll…!!!''

Then I'd better give the order to change everything – concluded Cittadini Bellini.

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★BE A BOSS: OBJECTIVE COMPLETED

General Content Warning for: Violence, blood, guns, knives, smoking, drugs, alcohol, wounds, fire, possible body horror, etc.

Just another kin bastard out here. Don't mind me. Dont worry about it lol

fyi for u 3edgy5me kids - Im an adult. fuckin. stay in ur lane and be safe bc ur only a kid once. dont make my mistakes. seriously.

➥ Myth / Wraith / some kin names work (namely Zeitgeist or Infinity) ➥ he/his or it/its ➥ 1997. so. adult. ➥ Got a memory span like a goldfish on a bad drug trip ➥ just a fuckin weird bastard tbh

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➥ Black-Billed Magpie - #magpie Having multiple 'types that had wings is a pain bc getting the feeling of astral wings doesn't HELP especially when 3 of the 4 were all feathered wings. heck-

➥ Deep Sea Monster - #dsm A bio-luminescent catfish-gator-serpent creature. Very large/long. Rarely came up to or near the surface. If I did it was at night and usually to sink passing ships or submarines. I lurked in cave deep underwater. I used to hoard stuff from sunken ships and subs.

➥ Demon - #idt Super unconventional demon here. Like not in the hellfire and brimstone sense - like the inter-dimensional traveler who liked fucking shit up and messing with others, to the point where it often resulted in disaster and death.

➥ Miniature Goat - #goat

➥ Yellow Mongoose - #mongoose I do feel a strong connection to any mongoose, however.

➥ Void - #void ohman how to explain- I was some kind of void-dweller. I can feel wings of some kind, nothing really like birds or bats or bugs, just wings? When I get anxious in a shift, I get a glitchy, staticy, spaced out feeling, in my body, in my brain, moreso than normal. It also feels very militaristic which doesn’t make sense like ??? maybe its b/c another kintype? Maybe not?

My Fictiotypes (alphabetical)

➥ Claudia Donovan - #Donovan Warehouse 13, mostly canon compliant? I think? Do NOT follow if shared. Still working out if I was in an AU or not but so far, the events of the show seem fairly accurate?? IDK man memories are a bitch tbh. Should probably rewatch it again-

➥ Cut-Out - #roughnecks Starship Troopers: Invasion, noncanon fictiotype. Do NOT follow if this exact fictiotype is shared. Mobile Infantry Soldier. Rico’s Roughneck’s platoon. Nick-name was Cut-Out. I remember I had screwed up somehow & getting my unit killed. I was the only one who survived. The war lasted about another decade afterwards. I was forced into training new recruits, despite my protests.

➥ Flametrooper - #Flametrooper Star Wars sequels, noncanon/background. Just another background flametrooper, really. All I remember is the heat of the fire, and the harsh smell of chemicals. Mostly sensory memories, nothing visual of note.

➥ Flint - #Necro Dragonfable, noncanon fictiotype Unsure on doubles, please ask. I mostly used Necromancy with some Pyromancy at times. I remember a mostly dark blue and black colour scheme and I know that damn dragon was black with deep blues. Fucked if I know anything else about it.

➥ Point Blank Member - #gm Saints Row, noncanon fictiotype. Do NOT follow if this exact fictiotype is shared. I didn’t really work with pimping and drug dealing, though I would escort others at times. I worked more in enforcement and similar. I wasn’t a gang boss, but I was sorta high up in the ranks. Rival gangs did not like me lol I was a vicious bastard :p

➥ Project M6, Codename: Infinity - #asset Marvel Cinematic Universe, noncanon fictiotype. Do NOT follow if this exact fictiotype is shared. Originally I thought M6 was just a sona but NOPE I was wrong about a kintype oops. I absolutely did not volunteer for experiments. I was kidnapped by Hydra and they ended up experimenting on me a lot, and brainwashed to the point the only identity I had was what they gave to me. I ended up being captured by SHIELD prior to CA:TWS. This whole life was a shitshow lol

Usually at least in some form of a partial kinshift for this one. Def would say this is my strongest one. Welp.

➥ Zeitgeist - #Acid boy Deadpool 2, mostly canon compliant? Do NOT follow if shared I don't recall how I died but I also don't recall much of the canon shown? So I think the outcome of X-Force was different than shown in the film. I was a bit of a jerk, and I know I didn't consider myself to be a nice person despite having a mostly chill yet chaotic vibe. I also remember smoking a lot, because it was the only thing that got the taste of that acid vomit out of my mouth.

#deepdarkconsumption.txt

[andsheloved]

i remember you

pairing ~ loki x gn!reader

word count ~ 1.1k

warnings ~ so much fluff, a bit of reader insecurity and anxiety, some crying, hurt/comfort, protective loki, mention of 'drinks' but no explicit mention of alcohol.

summary ~ headcanons for loki being totally, completely, and utterly in love with you.

a/n ~ everyone scream a huge thank you (and go share some love as well) to my dearest, the most wonderful, @blushstories for this one!!, i very much meant to post this on my birthday but it is here today anyways :) this was too soft and i needed to scream into a pillow, so without further ado please enjoy!! mwauh!!

If you've learned one thing throughout your time with Loki, is that his life can occasionally be a bit... scattered, at times.

Though even when his world seems to be on fire, even when aliens seem to be falling from the sky at every turn, and even when you would certainly forgive him if he overlooked something, there was one thing he never, ever forgot, and that was you.

You thought at first that maybe it was just a part of his royal upbringing, that being able to recall small tidbits of information about others was probably instilled in him as soon as he could form words.

You had also pondered that idea that maybe he just had God-like memory, that also wouldn't have surprised you.

But then when you realized he could forget, like when his mind seemed to blank when he once was trying to recall the very name of the team of Earth's mightiest heroes that he once tried to fervently to destroy, it hit you.

Maybe he just put a tad more effort into the facts of life he genuinely cared for.

Like you.

You supposed that in a tower filled with people of such importance, super soldiers, former assassins, genius's, you had gotten used to being overlooked, because you, well, were only you.

Though the moment Loki came into your life, you felt as if for the first time, someone was actually hearing you, no- listening to you.

You had mentioned casually once that Tony's parties could get a little rowdy for your taste, as to why you usually tended to hang back in a corner so you could simply people watch.

Anyone else probably would have forgotten this small little fact, but Loki wasn't just anyone, and to him, that fact was quite the opposite.

The next time you found yourselves draped in whatever formal-wear and dragging yourselves to another one of Tony's much-too-extravagant soirees, you noticed how Loki's hand never left yours.

Even as he ordered drinks for the two of you, his fingers still never ceased to be intertwined with yours.

You didn't mind, you really didn't mind, and you hated the odd part of your brain that wondered if he was getting sick of you gripping onto him for the entire evening.

"Are you doing alright, dearest?" He periodically asked throughout the evening, making sure to slowly ease you out of any conversation or party game that you may have found yourselves roped into.

You nodded slowly, smiling before whispering, "I'm fine, I promise."

He quickly raised a suspicious, questioning eyebrow at you as he scanned your face for any tell of your deceit. He hummed, apparently satisfied, "Just say the word, my love." He finally smiled, squeezing your hand.

Heaven forbid you did say the word though, and you would be out of that banquet hall quicker than you could have ever anticipated.

And if you happened to say many words, you better believe he is listening to every single one.

Maybe it was just the new front desk worker who most definitely knows your name who kept mispronouncing it, maybe it was just how the new lab intern kept accidentally forgetting to bring you coffee as well even though everyone always told you just how important you were to the team, and even if it actually happened to be someone on the team, regardless of their standing, Loki was absolutely going to remember them.

Bad days happened, that was a fact. Some days, you just needed to rant to someone, and no matter what time of day or night it was, Loki always seemed to be there for you.

Though even when the sun had risen on the next day, when all the tears and clouds of anger and frustration had cleared, you would quickly realize how they would never be entirely clear for Loki.

You had just returned from a walk in the park, and with a clear head and a smile, you greeted the man at the front desk.

"G'morning, Loki," You could hear the man smile, "Hello.."

You had honestly begun to block it out, knowing that his sudden indiscriminate, inexpiable grudge he held against you was out of your hands.

You would have fully fallen directly on your face due to tripping over your own feet when Loki paused if it weren't for his hold on you.

You quickly looked to the man with wide eyes, seeing he was just as confused as you were about the situation.

You then looked to Loki, seeing the blatantly obvious, deathly glare that seemed to be pinning the man down, freezing him where he sat behind his desk.

Your eyes flickered between the two for a few moments, before you finally gently tugged on Loki's arm.

You didn't say a word as he hastily switched his gaze to you, though his features softened instantly the moment he laid his eyes on you.

You only smiled at him, and it already seemed to know what you were thinking.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing on to your shared room, muttering jumbled, frustrated words under his breath. "...Wouldn't stand for this.... If only he knew... Idiot..." He would hiss.

But during those instances when the words or actions of others seemed to get to you a little more than they usually would, Loki was always right by your side.

You were certain he had implanted some magical device in your room that alerted him to when you were upset, that, or he just had a sixth sense, both possibilities were very likely.

He would never barge into your room, always knocking softly and asking if he could enter before he did.

It almost seemed like he never came into your room empty handed any time you found yourself tucked into the corner of your bed, a box of tissues beside you as you tried to stifle your sniffles.

He'd always bring a bundle of your favorite drinks and snacks, even ones you had mentioned from your childhood, ones that you didn't think they even made anymore, he would bring them all.

No matter how many times he surprised you with all of your favorites, it never failed to amaze you.

He didn't just remember the usual things, your favorite color, favorite flowers, or even just your favorite movie, he remembered it all.

It seemed as if every conversation you had ever had with him was neatly cataloged within his brain, like he had written a road map of you that even you couldn't get a full picture of sometimes.

Every twist and turn, every valley and curve, it was all engraved into his mind as if losing those facts would be a matter of life or death.

The realization never ceased to hit you like a runaway train. He loved you, but beyond that, he loved all of you.

"Loki, how do you even remember all... This?" You finally asked, sighing as he tenderly shuffled beside you, nestling the two of you amongst the sea of your favorite things.

His soft smirk was palpable in his tone alone as he slowly replied, "My dear, how could I ever," He placed a soft kiss to your forehead before continuing, "Ever, forget you?"

gosh this is exactly what i needed today, and also everyday but :) also i'm getting much much perfect illusions inspo from this for no reason 👀 hmm 👀 anyways, i do hope you all enjoyed!! i am virtually sending you every ounce of loki love your way because you all deserve it the most!! mwauh!!

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[clairecrive]

hi! I just recently found your account and I've been spending all my time reading everything you've written, and I wanted to tell you that I absolutely adore your writing! it's so beautiful.

I also wanted to request a friends to lovers nikolai x reader fic (you don't have to make it friends to lovers if you don't want to!) something along the lines of this: they get seperated after the battle with the darkling at the end of siege and storm and reader has to go with alina but they finally reunite? and everyone is super smug because they knew it would happen.

sorry for such a long ask and no worries if you decide not to do it! I hope you're doing well!!

Fools, pistols blazing and shock

A/n: a promise is a promise and the second most requested fic was Nikolai and angst and so here it is! friends to lovers is not my favorite trope but I enjoyed writing this. I hope you will too x

Thank you so much for your beautiful words btw, they mean the world <3<3

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

"So," he twirled around, "how do I look?" With a theatrical gesture, he stopped in front of you.

You looked at him, head to toe, before saying, "Like a fool I know."

He was imperturbable, by the smirk on his face one would think that you had paid him a compliment. "The answer was far simpler: handsome."

"You look like a prince," you conceded, " but so does your brother so take that as you will." And with that, you walked to your assigned post leaving a scandalized Nikolai behind.

The dinner went by smoothly even if you had to bear Vasily being his annoying self. So far so good. The important thing was that the people around the table were under no threat. The rest was bearable.

And no, it had nothing to do with Nikolai winking at you from time to time. Flirting was second nature to him and Alina's presence by his side was a cold reminder of how things were.

It took one look at her for your face to go as blank as Mal's on the other side of the room.

You had disconnected from the conversation at the table for a second, your attention going to the exit where a Grisha soldier had just walked in to talk to Zoya. If you had been paying attention to Nikolai, you would have known what to expect.

But you hadn't and so the next few seconds were pure chaos.

The unthinkable happened.

Black shadows filled the room, leaving no chance to the people they had appeared before. The Queen's scream brought your attention back to the table and consequently to the Vasily. Or rather, to what was left of him.

Beside him, the kind had crouched down to hide and was cowering behind the throne. The Queen clutched her son's body to her chest wailing and screaming. Then your eyes fell on him, standing tall in front of his parents shooting away.

You didn't know what you were going to do. You didn't think. You just acted and the next thing you knew, you were running towards him shooting fire at whatever tendrils of shadows you could see.

"Nikolai!"

In a moment, you reached his side, covering his back for every possible attack.

"You need to go," you urged him over the sounds of crying and shooting. A shot of light filled the room blinking you for a moment and panic shot through you at the possibility of Alina being hurt.

"Take your parents and Alina and go Nikolai. You can't stay here!" You insisted again, still back to back, unwilling to let anything happen to him. If he meant to argue you didn't know. You heard him speak but his words went unheard over the chaos in the room.

You turned around just in time to see one of those things trying to make their way to him. The tendrils of fire that shot through you slowed it down but it was only a shot of wind coming from a squaller that did the trick and sent it away.

Nodding in the squaller's direction you took Nikolai's shoulders and turned him towards the secret exit behind the throne.

"Stop playing hero and just go for Saint's sake!" Under normal circumstances, he was stronger than you. And well, he still was but too busy worrying about getting his family to safety and covering your back, he ended up succumbing to your shoves.

"I can't leave you here!"

"You can and you surely will! I'll make sure that Alina is safe," ushering him and his parents towards the exit, you didn't give him time to argue. Once they were through the door, you closed it behind them and melted the lock.

You allowed yourself only a moment to worry about him, to mourn him if things were to go downhill for you. Only a second for you to mourn the future that you knew you were never going to get with him.

Then it was over. Your heart locked away and your mind focused solely on the battle ahead. You needed to make sure that Alina was alive and get her to safety whilst also trying to save as many as you could along the way.

A piece of cake.

*+*+*+*+*+*

You knew that he had made it out of Os Alta alive. You had gotten word that he had arrived safe and sound to one of his hiding spots scattered around the country.

Alina and a group of other Grisha, including yourself, had managed to make it out alive out of the capital as well.

All was as well as it could be under these gloomy circumstances. And yet, you couldn't help but feel like you had lost.

Too many had fallen under the Darkling's wrath. Too many had given up their lives in honor of Ravka's freedom. Too many sacrifices for you all to be hiding in the tunnels like scared cats.

But you had a plan. You just needed to be in the same room as Alina, all of you at once, and you were going to make your way up.

It was only a matter of time before you were going to see him again.

*+*+*+*+*+*

It turned out that you were right. It was a matter of time indeed before you saw Nikolai again.

As always, he couldn't help but make a grand entrance while praising his good looks. For once, your eyes didn't roll in mock annoyance. The joy of seeing him again, safe and sound while also saving your asses, prevailed.

And the moment his eyes met yours? Priceless.

Despite being in the middle of running away and fighting the first army's soldiers, you felt like there was only the two of you. Nothing mattered besides Nikolai, his stupid smirk that shone brighter than all the stars combined.

It turned out that that moment came with a price indeed. Your distraction paved the way for an almost fatal mistake.

Too lost in Nikolai's eyes and restraining yourself from throwing yourself at him, you didn't notice the soldier sneaking up behind him. Or well, you didn't until it was too late.

The movement caught your eyes, but the bastard had his pistol already drawn. You had the presence of the spirit of pushing Nikolai out of the way before a shot was fired.

Focusing on the bullet you tried all your might to melt it, but you knew it was a desperate attempt since you had noticed it too late. Trying and losing was better than not trying at all so trying you did.

However, what turned out to be life-saving was Nikolai's counterattack. While you exercised the small science, Nikolai quickly drew his own pistol and shoot at the soldier.

Time seemed to slow down as you stared in front of him, hands in the air while Nikolai moved behind you. Right before your brain registered that while you had indeed managed to burn the bullet, it was still coming your way at high speed, another object entered your field vision.

At that moment you didn't exactly decipher what had happened, you blinked and the bullet was not there anymore. However, your stupor was short-lived as other soldiers were coming your way after hearing the noise.

At that point, Nikolai tugged you away and towards his awaiting ship knowing that the soldiers would surely outnumber you.

It all happened in a blink. One moment you were on the ground hellbent on not dying, and the other you were up in the air.

That, combined with the stress of the last couple of weeks. exhaustion and dehydration put you in a state of shock. Resulting in you staring numbly ahead of you.

Then, when you felt a hand on your face, your brain started working again and your eyes slowly began to focus.

"Are you injured?"

Nikolai was moving your head left and right to check for wounds and after that, he moved down on your neck and vital points. But you weren't hurt.

"It's so typically you to swoop in and save the day in the most dramatic way possible that I shouldn't even be surprised."

Your sarcasm reassured him that you were fine more than the absence of physical wounds. Leaning back on his haunches, he gave you a lazy smirk. "You know me, always read to save damsels in distress."

You almost hated how handsome he looked in that moment but the fact that he basically had saved your life made it really hard for you to get mad at him.

"Not a damsel and not in distress but I appreciated your gesture," you fired back falling naturally into your usual easy banter. "Thank you, Kolya."

"You shouldn't be thanking me. I did it for a whole selfish reason." His features morphed into seriousness which was usually something he left for meetings or that kind of stuff. Seeing it now directed at you, seriously worried you.

"Since when does Nikolai Lanstov shy away from gratefulness and compliments?" You tried to jest but to no avail.

"I'm serious."

"Alright, so why did you do it? You have tons of other Grisha available."

"Because a world without you is not a world I want to live in."

Well, damn. Trust Nikolai to make you completely speechless.

"That must be the shock talking," you murmured still taken back by his words.

"I've almost lost you, y/n, I'm not going to waste any more time avoiding my feelings." Crossing his arms on his chest, Nikolai lightly shook his head. Damn, there was no smirk on his face, no twinkle in his eyes. He must be serious.

"I should be having an epiphany moment since I was the one who almost died," you protested.

"Feel free to declare your undying love for me then."

"Ass. Now I'm tempted not to do it just to prove you wrong," you glared at him but sighed knowing what you needed to do. "But, as much as it pains me, you're right."

Your eyes flickered between yours and the sheer intensity of them gave you enough confidence to bear your heart to him, "I do love you, you know."

"Well, let's be honest, who wouldn't. I'm amazing," with a careless shrug, Nikolai gestured to himself. Which, of course, made you glare at him.

"Joking, I take it back. You're insufferable." Your mock-annoyance did nothing but amuse him to no end. However untruthful they might be, Nikolai played along with your words. While also progressively leaning closer to you.

"Nope, can't do that love. You signed your destiny, you're mine." You would have retired, of course you would have, but the truth is, his lips were more interesting than any witty comeback ever could.

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[mypoisonedvine]

please I need more of 40s alpha bucky becoming the winter soldier, i need to know what happens I need them to be together again I'm dying

coming right up, anon! it gets smutty under the cut... additional warnings for violence, threatened/implied noncon (very brief), angst, and also use of a syringe so needle phobics watch out

read part 1 first

"The woman... the Omega..." Bucky mumbled. "She knew me... she had my mark."

"No she didn't."

He furrowed his brow.  "She showed me..."

Pierce sighed, glancing over to the HYDRA scientist who looked back at him sternly.

"She's too dangerous to be left alive," the man sighed, shrugging in his labcoat. "We can't deprogram a bond like that."

"We'll take care of her," Pierce promised.

Bucky launched from the chair, snapping his restraints like paper. "Touch her and I'll fucking kill you!" he bellowed, tackling his handler to the ground.

Pierce just laughed as another scientist jabbed Bucky with a needle, dosing him with something strong enough to kill any other man but just enough to knock out a super soldier. Pierce stood up and dusted himself off as he watched Bucky go limp and be lifted back into his chair.

"I can see the fight in your eyes, Soldier," he taunted as he leaned in to his face. "I know you really would kill me, if you could. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, right? But don't worry about your mate, we'll make it quick and painless. Hey, maybe beforehand me and a few of the other Alphas will show her a good time, poor thing's been without her mate for 70 years... I bet she's raring to go."

Bucky's arm twitched as his eyes started to fall shut, a tear falling down his blank and motionless face.

"Wipe him," Pierce instructed to the scientist, turning and walking away as the electric whirr of the machine charging up filled the room.

//

Steve was impressed with how accurate and imminent your prediction was; HYDRA was hot on your trail and desperate to eliminate the biggest threat to their Asset. Knowing they were coming made it easier, but it was still a brutal fight.

You and Steve tried to stay together, but they were smart, they used the perfect bait to lure you away.

"Tell me where he is," you demanded from the HYDRA agent as you held a blade to his neck, "then I'll kill you."

"Isn't it supposed to be 'or I'll kill you'?" he frowned.

You shook your head. "Not the way I operate."

Opposite to the reaction you were expecting, he grinned widely. "He's here."

Your heart stopped.

"On the roof. He's here to kill you."

You dropped the knife and ran straight for the stairwell, ascending them like they were nothing and calling out for your Alpha.

You found him there, waiting, gun trained on you. Raising your hands in surrender, you yelled to him again.

"Bucky," you called across the windy roof, eyes nearly blinded by the bright afternoon sun. "Alpha."

"I'm not who you think I am," he yelled back. "I'm not your Alpha."

It hurt to hear it in his voice, but you knew it wasn't him. Cautiously, you stepped closer. "Before you left, you told me you didn't want to mark me and leave me behind," you recalled. "But I wanted it. I wanted to be bonded to you more than I'd ever wanted anything."

He could clearly see you were coming closer, he even tightened his finger over the trigger of his weapon, but he was waiting. You kept walking to him, slowly.

"I've never regretted it," you continued, "not even when I thought you were dead, not even when I had to spent a lifetime-- more than that-- apart from you."

Finally you were face to face, and you stepped closer until his gun was pressed right into your chest.

"You can shoot me now and I still won't regret it," you promised. "I love you."

Shakily, he lowered his weapon. "Omega..." he breathed.

"Your Omega."

He pulled you into him and you sobbed as you felt him come to life in your arms-- the real him, your Alpha, your Bucky. He held you close and breathed against the top of your head and it was like a dream coming true decades after you'd forced yourself to let it go.

But you'd never given up. And now you had found him again.

Agents started to come onto the roof and Bucky spun the two of you around, firing with his right hand and using the left, metal arm as a shield for you.

He carried you and you didn't even know where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. In his arms, you were home.

//

You hadn't stopped coming or crying for at least an hour. Bucky had all but split you open on his knot all night and he didn't show any signs of stopping.

He apparently intended to make up for lost time. And you'd lost a lot of time.

"Just one more, I know you can give me one more," he groaned furiously rubbing your clit as his knot began to swell again.

You could give him anything, as long as he asked for it like that.

You'd lost count of how many times he'd told you to come for him, and how many times you did it immediately.

"I can see how full you are," he whispered as he rubbed your stomach gently. "So much seed in you that your body can't hold it all."

You looked down and yep, you were distinctly bloated from his come alone; it made you a little dizzy to even look at it.

"The idea of you alone during your heats, no one to protect you, it kills me," he explained with a growl. "I won't let you go again. I can't."

"Then don't," you sighed. "Never leave this bed, fill me with everything you have."

"Did anybody ever help you through them? The heats?" he asked. "I wouldn't blame you, they can be so painful... I just need to know so I can make sure you forget about them."

"No, Bucky, never-- I never let anyone touch me."

"Steve could've helped you, at least some..."

"He wouldn't have, he loves you too much. And I wouldn't accept anything less than you, ever. You're my Alpha. We're bonded. There's never anyone else."

That didn't seem to satisfy him, his eyes darting away as he swallowed. Your gut sank with the realization he probably wasn't being totally honest about why he asked.

"Your ruts," you gasped. "Were you alone for all of them?"

He shut his lips tighter.

"Bucky, it's okay, just tell me. I was asleep for 70 years, I skipped most of them, but you... you had to live through them all."

"They gave me betas, and omegas," he mumbled, "but I don't... I don't really remember. I know they wanted me to. They threatened to hurt me if I didn't, because they knew I'd go crazy after so many ruts alone, but I can't remember if I really did it. I remember... I remember crying, and begging for you."

"Alpha," you breathed as you felt new tears run over the stains of your old ones. "It's okay. Whatever happened, it's okay now. We're together again. Everything's okay."

You wiped his tear away with your thumb, holding his face tightly, weaving your fingers into his long hair.

"I'll always be your Omega," you promised.

He leaned in closer to you, kissing your cheek before pulling back a little. "It's faded," he whispered as he ran his thumb over the mark on your neck. "The last time I saw it, it was still fresh."

"It's older, sure, but it's stronger than ever, Bucky."

//

Steve's eyes went wide when he saw you in the hall. "Surprised to see you out of the love nest so soon," he smirked.

"It's been three days, I don't think that counts as soon," you scoffed.

"It does to him," Steve frowned. "He's asleep, isn't he?"

"Yep."

"I know he wouldn't let you out of his sights if he was conscious," Steve chuckled.

At that moment, you heard Bucky call your name and run out into the hall, only a bedsheet covering his groin. You spun around and smiled when you saw him come running towards you, embracing you with his free arm.

"You should've told me you were leaving, I got scared when I woke up without you," he admitted weakly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry!"

He pulled back and clutched your face in both his hands. "I'm waking up next to you every morning for the rest of my life, you understand?"

You nodded dutifully. "Yes, Alpha."

"One hand on the sheet, please, Buck?" Steve winced, looking away.

“Whoops,” Bucky groaned, reaching to cover himself as you laughed softly.  

“Let’s go back to bed, baby,” you decided quietly, taking Bucky’s (free) hand in yours and waving goodbye to Steve, who was already making his way as far out of earshot as possible.

#alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader #okay with two parts it is DEFINITELY a whole ass oneshot now lol #saturday night sleepover

[vibraniumwing]

the truth in your eyes.

a bucky barnes x fem!reader blurb wherein the reader shows bucky that someone does trust him.

WARNING: TFATWS SPOILERS, bucky having flashbacks, aside from that nothing else. (maybe a dash of angst if you squint just enough)

A/N: so as you all know, episode four was a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone and well that one scene where bucky was finally set free tore me into a million pieces, making me sob so hard (the hardest since the last episode of wandavision) and gave me so much muse. listened to hate to see your heartbreak by paramore while writing this. totally didn’t cry while re-watching those scenes for this fic. (sobbed even more when i listened to safe and sound bye)

beta read by these two lovelies: @anchoeritic and @harrysweasleys but mistakes are all mine!

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“...Hail HYDRA” was all that left Bucky’s lips as he easily snapped the neck of the man that he pursued in another mission as the Winter Soldier. His face was blank and cold as he stood there, eyes gazing over the lifeless body of the man in front him before looking at the other man standing by the end of the hallway, practically frozen with fear.

The sound of his boots were resonating in the hallway, overpowering the clatter of the keys of the man as he tried his best to unlock his hotel room. Panic consumed him as he felt The Winter Soldier’s presence draw nearer to him, “P-Please, I didn’t see anything,” He begged, avoiding the super assassin’s intimidating gaze.

Fear creeping into his system as he knew he was facing his untimely death as the stare of the man made him cower even more in fear, his breath staggered as he spoke, “I- I didn’t see anything.” He repeated profusely, unable to control his sobs as the gun was easily pointed to him, eyes closing as his demise came with a loud

BANG

Bucky jolted awake, sweat accumulating on his forehead, his body flushed despite the cold air that drifted through the room. His head turned to the cause of the sudden sound only to see your water bottle on the floor and your siamese cat, Steve, replacing its spot. He shifted his attention to you, wanting to make sure that you weren’t disturbed in your sleep.

The corner of his lips turned into a smile to see you deep in your slumber, your plush tiers slightly ajar as soft snores escaped. You looked so snug and harmless in his shirt, its size making you seem smaller as you were drowning in the clothing piece.

He slowly made his way out of your bed, slipping away to the kitchen to grab some milk to calm down his nerves. His steps were quiet, creeping around the apartment, scared he might accidentally wake you up and the last thing he wants is to disrupt you from your good night’s rest.

Bucky knew the layout of your apartment’s layout like the back of his hand, easily making his way towards the fridge where he grabbed his carton of chocolate milk that you bought especially for him, knowing about the secret love for sweets the man has. Grabbing a mug, he poured the cold drink and placed it inside the microwave, heating it up.

He then leaned back into the kitchen island, arms crossed together as he was still deep in thought, the terror of the innocent man that The Winter Soldier killed haunting him as he knew he had to make amends with his father once he gained the courage to do so. His right arm covering his mouth as he let a frustrated groan, wanting nothing more than to have these dreams stop haunting him.

“It is time” Ayo said from across the fire, spear in her hand as she looked at Bucky with a determined look.

He was less than half of the man he was at present, broken and lost as the Wakandans took him in and helped him regain control over his mind, hoping to give him some sort of stability in his life. Hiis eyes cast down and was focused on the fire in front of him, its warmth giving him a sense of comfort, “You sure about this?” he questioned, voice laced with a mixture of despair and hope.

“I won’t let you hurt anyone” The warrior reassured, staying silent for a moment to give way for Bucky to ready himself. She walked towards him slowly as she started off, “желание” her voice the only thing heard aside from the gust of wind and the crackle of the campfire. “Ржавый”

“...семнадцать” and that’s when he felt it. Flashbacks of him and Steve’s fight along the highway of New York coming back to him, the first time he encountered him after years of no contact; he didn’t even know himself when Steve called him Bucky. His struggle as Zemo got a hold of the infamous red notebook that holds his trigger words, activating the Winter Soldier that caused disruption amongst the avengers.

“добросердечный, добрый. девять” Ayo continued, watching him intently, seeing the struggle that was clear as day on his face. Bucky continued to have his memories thrown at him, seeing the destruction he caused as something he wasn’t, causing him to erupt in tears.

“Один” His torment under the hands of HYDRA causing him great pain as he fought everything under his willpower to keep everything contained. Bucky’s tears were uncontrollable as realization hit him.

“грузовой вагон” Ayo finished, looking at him with a warm and proud smile, relief evident in her demeanor as she spoke, “You’re free.” causing him to erupt into a sob.

Those two words echoing in his mind as he finally felt free, a heavy weight lifted off from his shoulders, feeling himself gain control over the monster that lived inside him; overjoyed and relieved that he can start the journey of being free from there. He was finally James Buchanan Barnes again.

“Bucky!” a voice disconnected him from his train of thought, head whipping to the side where he saw you, clad in just his shirt as you hugged the pillow with one arm, the other raised as you rubbed the sleep off from your eyes. “Your milk is cold again.” you stated, dropping the pillow as you walked in front of him, wrapping your arms around his bare torso.

He was quick to reciprocate the hug, holding you close to him. “You shouldn’t be up yet, doll.” His voice was gruff, trying his best to hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head before burying his face against your neck, inhaling your scent that he found comfort in.

“The cold is bed without you.” You mumbled softly, feeling drowsier than ever as the heat from his body was enough to lull you back into slumber. Your jumbled sentence made him chuckle, further proving his point that you should be sleeping.

But you knew Buck like the back of your hand, he would only drink his chocolate milk hot if there was something he wanted to clear his mind so you pulled away just enough for you to look at him, your e/c orbs meeting his icy blue ones that showcase so much emotion that his face couldn’t convey. “What’s wrong, James?”

His brows furrowed for a second upon your use of his real name, knowing that you were serious about your question, “Nothing, baby. I’m fine.” He reassured, squeezing you lightly in his arms, hoping that you would buy his alibi but you weren’t fooled despite your sleepy state.

“You only drink your chocolate milk warm if you have something on your mind, so please, James. Tell me.” You pleaded, your innocent state tugging Bucky at the heartstrings as he flipped your position, easily lifting you to sit on the kitchen island as he positioned himself in the middle of your legs, his arms not leaving your frame.

“I… I had another nightmare.” Buck started off, his voice was still as low as before, but it was laced with a hint of brokenness as he recalled the horror of his dream. “You know the recurring one I’ve been dealing with? That one.” he didn’t want to go into detail about anything, finding it hard to find the right words to use. “I… I still feel like a monster.”

You shushed him, pulling away to let your hands rest on his shoulders, your eyes meeting his once again. “You’re not a monster, Buck. You never were.” Which was true, you were the few who believed that he was innocent and not a cold-hearted killer like everyone believes him to be. “You didn’t have a choice一 so please don’t blame yourself for any of this,”

Your smaller hands found its spot on the sides of his face, wiping the tears that glistened on his skin as the moonlight hit him, highlighting the beauty of his eyes even more. “It would take a person with real empathy to see the truth in your eyes. Those beautiful eyes that have shown me nothing but love and adoration, you have my trust Buck. You have me, Sam, and… Steve. You have us.”

Bucky was silent, taking in your words before nodding, his larger hands engulfing yours as he held them, giving them a reassuring squeeze. ��Thank you, Y/N. For always believing in me, for trusting me.”

“Always, James. Always.”

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       —   IN CASE WE DON’T LIVE FOREVER (Loki x Reader)

 Chapter One: the Model

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Paris, France - 1995...

“Y/N? Y/N?!”

You snapped-to, attention quickly focusing on the hairdresser in front of you.

“You’re on in two minutes. Here, let me-”

You pushed her hand away, absent-mindedly, and she scowled at you.

“Y/N, they’re expecting you on the runway straightaway, I can’t make any more excuses-”

“I’m done,” you said, suddenly, and it felt like the most right thing in the world. “I... I quit.”

The entire dressing room gasped, including your group of closest friends.

“I’m sorry,” you stammered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

You slammed past the hairdresser, running through the back door without another word.

“Y/N, wait-!”

You burst into the cold night air, wind rushing past your face.

“I’ve gotta... I’ve gotta get out...”

“Perimeter secure... branch looks stable...”

You whirled around, clinging to the black, satin robe you wore, shivering, your enormous angel wings swaying in the wind.

Behind you, a woman in armor was clutching a glowing, flickering lantern.

“Who are you?” you choked out, trying to stay calm.

You’d been a model since you were twelve years old.

You’d been a supermodel since age eighteen.

But even the runway couldn’t have prepared you for this.

...

You’ve been afraid before. You’d been brave before, too.

But this? This was a thing of its own, unlike anything you’d experienced before.

Soldiers? Hunters?

After you?

Your mind couldn’t quite comprehend it, even as you were pulled from the dark parking lot and into a cramped hallway, one that seemingly hadn’t been remodeled since the 1970s.

“My name’s Y/N L/N,” you stammered, trying to get free of the woman who held you. “Y/N L/N, I’m-”

The woman snorted.

“We know who you are, princess.”

“Then you know I have somewhere to be in thirty minutes.”

She tilted her head to the side, looking you and up and down.

“Oh, really? I thought you quit? Trust me, if you hadn’t... you wouldn’t be here in the first place. You’d be back in that dressing room, being fitted for whatever your next flouncy dress is.”

“Please, I-”

Something buzzed on the woman’s belt, cutting you off. She glanced at it.

“Unfortunately, I have something a lot more important than you to deal with right now,” she muttered. “Casey, watch her for me, will you?”

A man at a desk, who you hadn’t noticed before, peered at you over a seemingly never-ending stack of paperwork.

“Sure, I will,” he agreed, brightly. “No problem.”

The woman nodded, disappearing again.

“I’m sorry,” Casey said, bringing you back to reality. “You look a little freaked out.”

“I... am. Still in shock, actually.”

He nodded, understandingly, and you suddenly realized how exposed you were.

You’d barely had a robe on when you’d stormed from the dressing room, and it was dangerously close to coming off now. You reached to adjust the satin belt, but soon realized that you were shackled. 

“Casey,” you stammered. “Uh... could you do me a favor?”

“Oh, sure.”

You gestured at the robe.

“Could you re-tie this belt for me?”

He nodded, and you felt safe. As strange and uncertain as your future was, you couldn’t help but trust him. There was something blank and childish about his spirit, so unlike the men you'd known in your life.

Casey scrambled around the desk, eyeing the sash like it posed a confusing challenge.

“Like... this?” He looped an end around, experimentally.

“Yeah, like that. You’ve tied a bow before, right?”

Casey shook his head, and you felt guilty. You’ve had people try to make you feel stupid more than enough times - you didn’t need to make him feel that way, too.

“Okay, you’ve almost got it...”

Just then, the woman who had arrested you reemerged - with a man, this time.

But you weren’t looking at him.

No, you were staring blankly ahead-

Because the woman’s return had startled Casey, and the sash that had once hung around your hips fell to the floor, along with the rest of the satin robe, now puddled at your feet.

You cleared your throat, daring to make eye contact with the man in front fo you.

Ah.

He was much more like the men you’d known.

You stared at him, desperately, biting your lip and trying very hard not to cry, but certain your mascara had smeared anyway.

You expected any number of responses - a catcall, perhaps, or a rude comment. Or staring, which would have been just as bad.

And you were surprised, therefore, when he looked as petrified as you were, despite the fact that he wore clothes. (Admittedly, they looked more like a costume for a Renaissance Fair than anything.)

He cleared his throat, then pointedly looked away.

“Will you help her, please?”

Grumbling, the woman who’d arrested you slid the robe back onto your shoulders, knotting the belt properly, this time.

“You,” you said, pointing at him. “You, I like you.”

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Valley of the Shadow of Death, Page 50

MASTERPOST

Have I at any point mentioned how much I love Samus’s character?

My brothers and I were just talking about the origins and heart of the Metroid story the other day, and we proposed that most things about Samus as a person (originally) came directly from game utility. The Metroid games are deep, cavernous, atmospheric and scary, so the protagonist has to be brave and quiet and strong. The games are dark, and require inhuman jumping, speed, and armament, so the protagonist had to be wearing brightly colored power armor. The games are lonely, so she couldn’t be a soldier in an army, but had to be a lone bounty hunter. She needed to be a badass, and she has always been a badass, and this has never been news. But they could have left it there forever; she could have been just another silent, faceless player-stand-in, another blank-slate Mario Doomguy Bomberman G.I.Joe, a hero on a mission, a soldier following orders.

But as the games went on, she proved she was more. In the second game she was sent on a mission to exterminate the Metroid species, not a happy bombastic fun adventure, but rather a dismal and horrid genocide. It was done in the name of galactic peace, so for all the right reasons, she did this wretched thing. But then! If you have not heard this legend before, I get to be the first to tell you: that after she had slaughtered all the Metroids and gutted their egg-laying queen, she approached the last egg, saw the last larva hatch, and she spared its life. That was perhaps her first and most powerful character moment, not only because of the humanity and hope and warmth showing through in a horrible situation, but because the decision was made by Samus, not the player. By making it, she showed that she was distinct, and more than just distinct, that she was kind.

The games continued, and she continued proving this of herself.

She does not fire her weapon until threatened.

She is willing to sacrifice herself to stop great evils.

She does not demand a wage for doing good deeds.

She mourns departed friends.

She goes out of her way to save innocent lives.

I like that very much. I think it’s very special.

The original script for this comic was much different and much shorter. After her fight in the connex, things would get even more intense. The story would have her fighting her way out of the mines with no helmet, there would be endless numbers of aliens swarming from one direction and forcing her to go directly through the hive, it would be pitch dark in the queen’s chamber and lit only by the plasma beam, she would get her nose broken by one of their extendo-mouths, and the kid, who was wearing the helmet, would scan and find the place where the wall was thinnest, and then they would blast their way through into the main shaft, and the ship would drop a nuke. Basically a super intense, high-octane action adventure sort of sequence.

But as I actually wrote it out, and as the comic arrived at the point where all that noise would have to start, I got second thoughts and doubts and lost my inspiration for a long while (almost two years?), because that sort of rushrushrushexplodeaction story had already been told many times before in both franchises, and done better than I could ever do it. It wasn’t bringing anything new to the table.

But then an alternative presented itself. Within both franchises, within the inherent mercy and peacefulness of Samus’s character, and within the learning and intelligence of the xenomorph character (I never liked their portrayal as mindless monsters in later movies) there existed an opportunity to bring them to a place neither of them had quite gone before.

There was a story to be told where the hive mother learns to fear, and perhaps learns the faintest hint of empathy as she sees herself where her prey once stood, and, in the vain hope that the monster hunting her is at all less monstrous than herself, unconditionally surrenders. There was a story to be told where the hunter has compassion on violent creatures that do not deserve anything of the sort, and offers them mercy. So I don’t know how this story compares with the more exciting one I never drew, and I don’t know if I told it very well, but at the end of the day, it says some things about these characters I’m glad to have said.

And since you’re reading this anyway, thank you. The comments and support on this comic slowly but surely pile up, and they always make me so happy. I’m glad you took time out of your day to read what I wrote, and I sincerely hope that you enjoyed it. Cheers :)

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