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wileys-russo · 9 months

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drunk in love II a.russo x reader

started as a blurb....fell in love with drunk lessi and it became a fic

drunk in love II a.russo 4.5K words

you had almost drifted off to sleep, eyes heavy and struggling not to slam closed when the sofa began to vibrate underneath you and your ring tone jolted you back into reality, sitting up at the sudden noise.

with a frustrated huff you began digging around beneath the copious amount of blankets and pillows you were buried under to find your phone, finally finding it on what must have been its last ring.

seeing your girlfriends name and positively adorable contact photo flash on the screen you clicked accept, nestling the device between your ear and shoulder and settling yourself back into the sofa, pausing the tv.

"hi baby, you alright?" you asked softly with a smile, wincing and holding the phone away from your ear as your girlfriend loudly yelled out hello, and based on her struggles not to slur or skip over her words she'd had just a few glasses of wine.

having played one of the best matches you'd seen in months the blonde striker had scored the winning goal against arsenal today. having celebrated her win with her at the stadium you'd left her to carry on the celebrations at mary's house, encouraging she spend some quality time with her team mates and you'd spend her entire day off with her tomorrow.

it had taken the stubborn striker some convincing to agree, but once you'd roped in her best friend to help you argue your point she'd gone willingly, not without pressing a searing kiss to your lips and mumbling how she would be missing you the entire time.

admittedly you had missed her, but a night in to yourself to catch up on love island and sloth out on the sofa wasn't something you disliked by any means.

you and alessia were both incredibly independent from a young age and it meant you had made a point to respect when the other needed some space or time away, and you'd like to say communication was one of the main strengths of your near two year relationship.

"my beautiful gorgeous lovely girl can you come and get me?" the blonde slurred and you smiled hearing ella yell out in the background to say please and the sound of a loud smack to which alessia loudly protested and another slap sounded before you heard millie intervene.

"children the pair of you, honestly! I don't know how you put up with them." millie grabbed the phone the comment directed to you, confirming it was indeed time for your girlfriend to head off home and asking if she and ella were able to get a lift back to her place which you instantly agreed to, not wanting any of them to get in an uber in their current states.

"thanks sexy bum! can't wait to see you." you heard ella now grab the phone cheering drunkenly as once more there was a loud slap and you chuckled hearing alessia instantly kick off, yelling that no one was allowed to call you that but her as the sounds of a struggle continued and millie took the phone back, telling you to call her once you were outside.

slipping into a pair of your girlfriends trainers she'd left laying around for herself to trip over you grabbed your car keys, contemplating for a fleeting moment if you should dare to take alessias merc. though knowing how she could be when she was drunk you decided against winding her up any further and locked the door after you.

having been to marys house for dinners and movie nights almost as often as your own you arrived in record time. you tried to call millie but the girls phone rang out, your girlfriends also doing the same and tooneys seemingly dead as you shifted the car into park and stepped outside.

knocking a few times on the door you could hear music pumping from inside and mentally braced yourself for what was to come. thankfully it was only a tipsy looking mary who opened the door, the taller girl wrapping you in a tight bear hug and carrying you inside much to your laughs and demands to be put down.

no sooner had your feet hit the floor though did a bundle of blonde hair slam into you, almost knocking you to the ground as alessia clung to you as if you could fly away at any moment. "hello gorgeous." the blonde grinned instantly pressing her lips to yours, you quick to shove her off as she tried to ram her tongue down your throat, your cheeks flushed a rosy pink as a few of her team mates whistled jeeringly at the spectacle.

"hello, you taste like red wine." you smiled in amusement, spotting millie trying to wrestle ella back into her trainers and jumper much to the younger girls insistent protests that she wasn't ready to leave yet. "i may have had...just a little bit?" alessia grinned, tips of her ears flushed a deep shade of red which was another giveaway as to how drunk she really was.

"oh my favourite! TOONEY!" alessia hollered loudly, dropping your hand and stumbling over to her best friend as young hearts run free blasted over the speaker, the two girls wrapping one another in a hug and jumping around the room screaming the lyrics with a resounding amount of passion but very out of tune.

grabbing out your phone you took a quick video, joined by millie who shook her head at the pair and kissed your cheek in greeting, starting to make her rounds saying goodbye to those who were still present.

leaving your girlfriend to finish her performance you did the same, exchanging congratulations and hugs with the women scattered around the room, promising mary you'd definitely join them all next time as the song changed and your attention shifted back to alessia.

with the assistance of a few of the girls you managed to get alessia and ella outside, mary blowing you all a kiss before she disappeared back into her house. "can i please smack your bum to wind less up?" ella whispered in your ear with a cheeky smile and you nodded with a sigh, knowing the younger girl would likely do it anyway even if you'd said no.

"oi less your missus said i'm fitter than you!" ella teased, smacking you and sprinting off as alessia let out a loud war cry and charged after her, somehow managing not to trip over her own feet as her long legs easily caught up to the younger brunette.

"should we just let them chase each other home?" millie contemplated as the two of you leant against your car, watching as alessia easily took ella down with a shout, the two of them rolling around and wrestling like school children on marys front lawn.

"if i drove off less would probably run after the car for at least a few blocks." you shrugged, millie grinning at you and bumping your shoulder before pushing herself up and letting out a deep sigh, marching over to the two.

"alessia!" you eventually called out watching millie struggle to separate them without being pulled into the squabble herself, crossing your arms over your chest as the blondes head popped up and stared at you over millies shoulder.

"baby i'm tired can we please go?" you asked softly, alessia nodding enthusiastically and grabbing ellas collar practically dragging the girl over to the car and shoving her in much to tooneys ongoing cries she didn't wish to be manhandled.

allowing alessia to have control of the music the car ride was filled with excitable chatter as you pulled out and headed off toward millies home, ella staying the night there as her boyfriend was away for the weekend.

the topic changing to what you'd gotten up to that evening the conversation switched toward the latest few episodes of love island you'd been catching up on. millie and you spoke animatedly about the ongoing drama as she was also caught up, ella drunkenly yelling along to the music at the top of her lungs with her head slumped against the window, breath fogging up the glass.

feeling alessias hand settle on your thigh you didn't think much of it, the action not uncommon from the incredibly touchy girl whose affections only increased whenever she'd had a drink or ten.

though as her fingers wandered up the inside of your shorts dangerously close to your underwear you were quick to grab her hand and place it back in her own lap, staring at her firmly and shaking your head, the blonde only sending you a lopsided smile and sinking down further into the seat.

"alessia." you warned quietly when her hand once more grabbed at the inside of your thigh, pushing up and into your shorts as you gave her another firm stare, yanking her hand off you and tightly gripping it, holding it down on the console as you pulled up outside millies home.

"bye sexy bum." ellas head darted forward to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek as alessia gasped and reached around in her seat to try and hit her best friend, narrowly missing as the brunette slipped out of the car with a laugh.

you watched as her and millie stumbled up the driveway, making sure they'd safely gotten inside with a wave before driving off. it would seem that all of the excitement your previously chatty girlfriend mustered had faded away as you glanced over a few minutes later to see her asleep in the seat beside you.

"less, come on baby we're home." it would also appear that the copious amounts of alcohol she'd consumed had finally caught up with her as she muttered something in gibberish and closed her eyes again, crossing her arms over her chest.

with a chuckle you slipped out of the car and made your way around to her door, carefully opening it and unbuckling her seat belt, poking at her until she finally groaned and allowed you to pull her up and out of the car.

"come on less I need you to work with me here!" you grunted as the taller girl leant completely into you, doing your best to support her from falling as you kicked the car door shut and dragged her with you up to the front door.

realizing she'd swiped your house keys earlier to throw at ella you rummaged through her pockets trying to find them. "i don't know where they are okay!" alessia groaned drunkenly, throwing her hands in the air and narrowly missing hitting you in the face as you finally fished the keys out from her back pocket.

"oh I like when you touch me there sexy." the striker slurred suggestively trying to grab your hands as you wiggled the key in the lock, sighing in relief as it finally popped open. "come on." you heaved as you slung the girls arm around your shoulder, pulling her inside and kicking the door closed before prompting dropping her down on the sofa.

"okay i don't think i've seen you this drunk before." you ran a hand through your hair and shook your head both in disbelief and amusement at her state, which had significantly worsened over the short drive home, pushing away her wandering hands as they tried to wrap around your legs to pull you down on top of her.

"i'm not drunk!" alessia protested with a frown, grabbing instead onto your hoodie and trying to drag you onto the sofa with her as you dug your heels in. "baby i want a hug! come here right now." the older girl ordered with a huff, yanking on the soft material as you managed to pry her hands off.

"later, you need to eat something to soak up the alcohol." you chuckled at the older girls needy behavior as she whined and tried to grab you again. anyone who'd been out with you and alessia knew she could be protective and possessive at the best of times, but when she was drunk? she became aggressively needy and clingy.

"make me a cheese toastie." alessia demanded, giving up on her crusade to drag you down on the couch with a sigh, slinging an arm over her eyes. "make me a cheese toastie..." you trailed off suggestively, awaiting a please.

"now?" alessia guessed seriously, you rolling your eyes in response. "charming aren't you." you mumbled but padded off into the kitchen none the less, hearing your girlfriend unpause the tv and settle down into the sofa, kicking off a few cushions with a grunt.

"here less, eat please." you ordered softly, watching in amusement as the blonde struggled to pull herself into a sitting position before accepting the plate. leaving her to eat you returned to the kitchen, flipping your own toastie and pressing it down with a plate, glancing over to alessia every now and then to check on her.

"baby!" the italian groaned suddenly as you dumped the rinsed pan into the sink and grabbed your plate. "yes?" you asked amused, placing your plate onto the coffee table beside her now empty one. "get me a hoodie." alessia ordered before flopping down on her back on the sofa, looking to you expectantly and making a shooing motion with her hands when you didn't move.

"so bossy." you mumbled but headed for the bedroom none the less. "one of yours!" alessia called after you before laughing loudly at a video which popped up on her phone.

"one of yours." you mocked under your breath, grabbing one of your jumpers out of the wardrobe and slipping off alessias trainers, placing them neatly where they belonged.

"do you need a hand?" you withheld a laugh, alessia doubled over and grunting in frustration as she tried to unlace her trainers. "yes." alesia gave up with a huff, leaning back into the sofa with a glare as you shook your head and knelt down, tossing the jumper at your girlfriends face.

the older girl tugged on the soft material, unaware it was backwards until you glanced up and noticed her struggle. "less oh my god, stop!" you shook her head with a laugh, standing to your feet and lifting the girls arms up, twisting the jumper the right way round and pulling it down over her head, pushing her arms through the sleeves, much like you would dress a child.

"gotcha! c'mere sexy." alessias strong arms wrapped around your waist, trying to pull you down onto her lap as you almost dropped the toastie you'd just picked up. "lessi no I need to eat!" you laughed at her persistence, struggling to pull away from the strikers iron clad grip as you ate.

"i don't care give me attention." alessia slurred with a huff, only further proving the theory she was an aggressive soft, needy drunk.

taking all your strength not to be pulled down by the much stronger girl alessia finally gave up with a groan and withdrew her arms, crossing them over her chest and resting her head against the back of the couch, pouting up at you with a frown as you ate.

"what are you doing now?" you sighed as she suddenly stood, stumbling her way into the kitchen. grabbing both empty plates you quickly followed, alessia's head disappearing into the freezer as you rinsed the plates before leaving them in the sink with the pan.

the blonde reappeared with a half eaten pint of ice cream and a victorious grin, leaning against the fridge and struggling to open her prize.

"give it here you dope!" you laughed snatching the ice cream off of her and pulling yourself to sit on the counter. easily getting the lid off you jammed a spoon inside and held the tub out for alessia to take back.

"feed it to me." the taller girl mumbled, sliding her body in between your legs and running her hands fondly up and down your bare legs, resting her chin on your shoulder as you pressed a kiss to her head.

"you are such a needy drunk." you teased, alessia pinching your leg halfheartedly before accepting the spoon of ice cream you held out for her. "baby you're so beautiful." alessia looked up at you with star crossed eyes and a lopsided smile, hands moving to rest on your hips.

"you're so drunk, but you're very gorgeous." you smiled in return, leaning forward slightly to rest your forehead against hers. "i fucking love you." alessia moved to leave a cold kiss on your cheek, lips lingering there a moment. "i love you too." you echoed back sincerely, tossing the spoon into the sink with a loud clatter as the striker swallowed the last mouthful of ice cream there was.

"you taste like red wine and ice cream, it's a weird combination." you admitted as you pecked at her lips, pulling away with a scrunch of your nose. "oh you're so fucking cute." alessia slurred with a lazy smile rubbing circles into your hips, eyes beginning to droop a little as you ran your hands through her hair with a fond smile.

though you squealed in surprise as alessia suddenly hooked her hands under her thighs, attempting to carry you away out of the kitchen. "alessia no you can barely walk!" you shouted in protest as your girlfriend ignored you and continued pulling you off the counter.

just managing to land on your feet as the girl stumbled, grip loosening she dropped you and your eyes slit into an unimpressed glare.

"go!" you ordered with a point after she'd caught her balance, alessia sulking her way off toward the bedroom as you followed. "alessia, stay here." you warned as alessia collapsed onto the bed, beginning the arduous task of trying to shimmy herself out of her pants. "stop calling me that, you're only allowed to call me; baby, gorgeous, lessi, less, angel, my love, my everything, my-." the blonde pouted at you and began to list off the appropriate names on her fingers as you rolled your eyes and left her to it.

making your way back to the kitchen you grabbed two bottles of water and a tab of paracetamol before flicking off the lights. you knew you'd have no luck trying to get your girlfriend to drink any water now but knew she'd need it tomorrow morning when she no doubt woke up incredibly grumpy with a severe hangover.

switching off the tv and tidying up a little you flipped off the living room light and made your way back to the bedroom. it seemed alessia had given up trying to get out of her pants but had somehow successfully taken her bra off as it lay discarded in the middle of the floor.

leaving the paracetamol and water on her bedside table you darted to the end of the bed, grabbing alessias legs and sliding her pants down her legs before tossing them on the floor with her bra, grabbing out a pair of soft sleep shorts and slipping them on her.

"sit up please." you wiggled your fingers in her direction as alessia heaved and grabbed your hands, you tugging her into a sitting position. "can we at least brush your teeth please love?" you asked with a sigh, helping the taller girl to her feet as she nodded tiredly.

managing to guide her out of bed and to the bathroom you sat the blonde down on the lid of the toilet, not even daring to try allowing her to balance on the edge of the bath, she was enough of a hazard to herself whilst sober let alone drunk.

you squirted on some toothpaste and held out alessia's toothbrush to her, watching in amusement as the girl struggled to complete the task, leaning on a slight angle against the back of the toilet as you both brushed.

pausing for a moment alessia suddenly lurched forward on her feet, stumbling to the sink and rinsing out her mouth before you did the same.

having sobered up a tiny bit since getting some food into her stomach alessia was able to make her own way back to the bedroom, though you still kept a careful eye on her as you walked from one room back to the other.

"what are you doing now less?" you asked tiredly as the italian threw her phone on the bed, a familiar tune blasting out of it as the older girl turned toward her. "dance?" the blonde smiled lazily through half lidded eyes, holding her hand out expectantly

"oh now I know you're drunk if you want a dance." you laughed softly, alessia rolling her eyes but otherwise ignoring the comment, tugging you into her body as you both swayed together to the beat. "hey easy!" you laughed, quick to pull alessia back up as she tripped and almost fell face first onto the floor.

"think that's enough of that, thank you for the dance." you smiled, gently pushing your girlfriend to sit down on the bed who made no move to resist.

leaning over her you grabbed the older girls phone off the bed, clicking pause on the music before plugging it in to charge seeing her battery was lower than your own, alessia busying herself wriggling her body into bed.

"can I have my cuddle now or what?" the blonde asked moodily with a frown. "yes you can have a cuddle now." your body vibrated with quiet laughter as you flipped off the light, leaving the bedside lamp on before climbing into bed beside her.

"you're such a softie." you teased as alessias jumper clad arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down the bed a little, bare legs intertwining as you pulled the duvet up to cover you both. "shut up or I'll smack you." alessia mumbled as threateningly as she could manage into your neck, the two of you laying there in one another's hold for awhile.

as her breathing evened out you assumed she'd passed out and reached over her to turn off the lamp. "you know what?" alessia spoke up, pulling her head out of your neck and looking up to you as you quirked an eyebrow curiously in response.

"you have never asked me on a date."

"thats not entirely true i made you ask me out on a date which you wouldn't have done without my push. so I've basically asked you out!" you argued her point to which alessia simply scoffed and rolled her eyes. "ask me on a proper date." the older girl demanded, removing her arms from around you to lean away and cross them grumpily over her chest.

"alessia mia teresa russo, will you please go on a date with me?" you gave in to her moody demands and asked with an adoring smile.

"no." alessia answered bluntly, rolling onto her side and facing away from you whose mouth hung agape in shock.

"alessia!" you exclaimed shoving the girl who began to loudly laugh, clearly finding herself hilarious in her current intoxicated state. with a roll of your eyes you pulled yourself to sit up, intending to grab a jumper as the temperature had dropped much lower the longer the night dragged on, rain already promised for tomorrow.

"and where are you going?" your girlfriends arms wrapped around you from behind, holding you firmly in place. "to get a jumper it's cold." you mumbled and tried to pull her arms off though it was to no avail. "you don't need one you have me and my cuddles." alessia huffed, wiggling backwards on the bed and pulling you back into the bed with her.

"you are so needy." you shook your head, giving up and pulling the duvet back over the two of you with a roll of her eyes. "shut up or I'll smack you." alessia threatened again, resting her head on your chest still clinging tightly to your torso.

"aggressively needy." you whispered to yourself reaching over to flick off the lamp, plunging the bedroom into darkness. "baby you smell so good." alessia mumbled as her eyes slid closed, further tightening her hold around you. "thank you, you smell like a bar." you commented back, smiling into the dark as alessia pinched your side unamused.

alessias slender fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your side where your top had ridden up, your hands sliding into the older girls hair, gently massaging her scalp. a comfortable silence falling between them you had almost dozed off before alessia spoke up again.

"I don't deserve you, you know?"

shifting your position you slid down the bed a little to look directly at your girlfriend, nudging her head off your chest, both their eyes having now adjusted to the dark. "don't be daft." you denied the comment, moving your hand and resting it tenderly on the girls cold cheek.

"no I mean it, I don't." alessia struggled to get out, your brow deepening into a small frown at her words. "oh less. baby please don't say that, fate dropped us into each others lives for a reason, and because of that i wake up every day grateful to have met you and to have the privilege to love you and be loved by you." you smiled sincerely, suddenly feeling something wet drip onto you hand.

"oh my god are you crying?" "i hate cheesy rubbish like that!" alessia sobbed and you bit down on your lip to hide a smile at the older girls drunken antics.

"my god you are such a soft drunk." you laughed quietly to yourself, thumb gently wiping away the remaining tears which threatened to fall before pressing a soft kiss to the strikers lips.

"shut up or-" "or you'll smack me, yes I know." you shook your head with a smile, rolling onto your back as alessia tucked her head back into your neck, arms wrapping tightly around your smaller frame. "good." the blonde grumbled tiredly, your hands sliding up the back of her jumper to lightly scratch up and down the girls bare back.

"go to sleep my love." you whispered in amusement pressing a tender kiss to her warm forehead, alessia muttering something along the lines of an i love you before her breathing evened out and her tight grip on your top loosened a little.

you drifted off into your own dreamless sleep, wrapped up in your little love bubble, with your big drunk softie.

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sciderman · 3 months

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Reading New Mutants #98 is such a wild experience because Wade still acts as the snarky and kinda sadistic shit talking queen of mercs, but he's also like...super menacing and competent too? Especialy next to today where people fuck him up like a noob, seeing him taking out a group of mutants with gadgets and tricks, body Nathan and having to be taken out by a suprise element was a true shock...and i kinda love it? Like, Wade shows up and he's actually a threat, but a threat that doesn't even take you seriously, he insults you but is also oddly polite to his main target. What is your take on the original version of Wade?

interesting question! really really reaaaally interesting question! new mutants #98 is an issue i've read like, a million times because newer comics always always always recontextualise it - so you find out, wait - domino was vanessa in disguise, so actually, she probably had an insight on how to take down wade better than anyone else - wait, nathan knew wade as someone who saves his life so was probably pulling his punches actually - wait - the guy who sent wade to kill nate was actually nathan's SON?? like there's five million plot twists that come after new mutants #98 that get me rereading it over and over.

i do love that wade's introduced as someone who is equipped and prepared – he definitely was more competent in the earlier comics, he was perpetually a threat, and always had just the contrived weapon in his arsenal needed to take out certain mutants with certain powers.

they kind of gradually started stripping him of all that - i think when he started making the transition from minor villain to empathetic anti-hero, they started stripping him of his teleporter belt, his image inducer, his swiss-army-knife arsenal that made every fight too convenient for him. and now - now he's just a guy with two swords and maximum effort.

i'm not saying it's bad – buuuut... i love the mission impossible movies. i love impossible gadgets. it's so much more fun to see than just, you know, guys hitting and slashing at each other. give me stupid weird gadget that wade has tucked away in some pouch belt of plot convenience specifically to take down this specific guy with weird specific powers. give me a competent wade who did all the research before going into the fight. not a wade wilson who kind of coasts by with dumb luck and gumption.

but - you know, on the topic of wade being hyper-competent in new mutants #98 it's - kind of not something i believe, either. sure, he's a menace to those kids but - remember, he does still get his ass handed to him in a humiliating kind of a way. what a start to his career. and these guys aren't shaken at all. no "oh my god. this guy is someone we should worry about. we should worry about letting him free." no. wade is shipped back to his employer in a box. there's no worry that he might come back angrier. deadpool's kind of a joke.

nathan summers does often maintain a level-head in general - buuut, i just don't think there was any moment in that fight that nathan really thought he was going to lose against wade. there was no "oh no, all hope is lost" moment. wade was just quick with his punches, sure, but i don't think the cards were actually in his favour. nathan wasn't incapacitated, and would have easily taken wade down.

he kind of just didn't want to, i don't think.

i think maybe he wanted to see what wade could do. and i think if nate really thought wade was a threat to the kids, nathan would have protected them more fiercely. there's no reason at all why nathan couldn't have so, so easily just - yeeted wade out of the building. wade really, really wouldn't have stood a chance if nathan really saw him as a threat to him or (especially) to the kids. nate's training up these kids. he probably saw wade as just - adequate practice for them, but no real threat. wade is completely manageable for him.

i think later on wade gets savvy to the fact that nathan usually pulls the punches with him.

nathan could so, so easily just...

if he didn't want to deal with deadpool.

i think vanessa probably knew that too. and i think that's why she stepped in when she did - because she probably thought if wade pushed too far and trod on one of nathan's nerves, it would be the end for wade. so she neutralised him.

i write a bit about it in i love you, wade wilson - my beloved fic about deadpool's early days.

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doobnnoob-tf2 · 1 year

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hiii!!

first of all, i want to say that I LOVE YOUR HCS SO MUCH!!! in fact, they're so good that every single time i read what you post i get the most dopey smile on my face 💝 you never fail to make my day so much better :///) (also, if you have a lot going on right now please don't feel pressured to answer this!)

secondly, as someone who has a quite impressive (if i do say so myself!) silly sock collection, im really curious: what socks would each merc wear? ive got these really cute fuzzy pink unicorn socks that remind me of pyro, and thats what inspired me asking this!

—🧦 sock anon (can i be called that? if so, he/she! (#^.^#) )

you can absolutely be Sock!

Scout: traditional baseball socks. he wears nothing else, no matter what the weather or the occasion or what else he's wearing. he does own several pairs of socks with obvious misprints on them but he doesn't wear them

Soldier: plain, white-and-gray socks. the catch is he likes to draw faces on them with marker that'll be washed off when he does laundry so then he can draw new ones on after. it's the only way he can make sure they stayed paired up

Pyro: doesn't matter. they'll mix and match and wear all different kinds. all of their socks are just in one drawer and whatever first two they grab is what they wear that day

Demoman: whatever's comfortable. he doesn't like wearing socks and will only tolerate it as long as they cushioned on the bottom and not made of any sort of itchy material. it's hard finding socks he likes, so he tends to wear his socks down to the threads

Heavy: plain, single-color socks. he only keeps one pair of a color at any given time to make sure they don't get mixed up. most may think it's boring but he likes the organization in his sock drawer

Engineer: very thick socks, color or design doesn't matter. he's dropped one too many wrenches on his feet and the added cushion helps. his feet are always unbearably hot but it's a small price to pay

Medic: plaid patterened socks. they look tacky as hell and he loves it. no one ever sees them but he knows they're there. he also has a pair of socks with bird faces on the top that he wears only in his off time. sometimes Archimedes still tries attacking them and he things it's hysterical

Sniper: he has one pair of thick socks he wears around the base because his feet get cold real easy. other than that, he doesn't care. he buys whatever is cheapest but has the most and sure they end up falling apart really fast but he'll probably still wear them

Spy: black socks, various materials and thickness so he is able to wear them year-round. but he always wears sock garters to keep them up. and they're also equipped with an arsenal of miniature knives and guns

it also makes me really, really happy to hear that! I'm glad people still really love this blog, I know it's lost a lot of traction as of late and so seeing people still check in and find this and even still wanna see my takes on the Mercs (outside of my sideblog ofc) still just makes me really happy

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sharing one braincell #//Sock Anon

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꒰❀꒱ 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚. 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕.

· ⊰ synopsis. two syndicates of mercenaries ( alcarin & vilissë that have their hands in both underground works and day-to-day businesses as a cover-up. a criminal empire, is what they run. either group despises one another and is constantly trying to one-up the other. who are you in this world? the new trainee? the government agent trying to hunt them down? the girlfriend who is oblivious to the real life of their lover? the choice is yours

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꒰❀꒱ the ainur are not gods nor immortal here. however, they do have some semblance of a healing factor

꒰❀꒱ this takes place in a modern setting

꒰❀꒱ they are nerfed and do not have god-like powers. they have their limits and certain weaknesses that can stun them

requests for this au. . . 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 !

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syndicate leaders: manwë, melkor

second-in-commands: eönwë, mairon

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ㅤ.°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ manwë. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆

the frightening reality is that this syndicate leader upholds a gentle smile on his face throughout all. even when he's pressing the barrel of a gun to his target's head. he handles majority of the business aspects around the syndicate, however, when out on the field he is at the same level of cunning that he is as a businessman. while he prefers not to create a mess and is precise with his missions, that doesn’t make him any less cruel. he leans more towards his vala abilities yet is not above using his favourite pistol or methods of poison

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.°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ melkor. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔

the far more reckless syndicate leader between him and his brother. he tends to go on some sort of bloodlust high when out of the field — so one can only imagine what a kick he gets out of being assigned the more challenging subjects. ruthless and cocky, he has no issue with turning things messy and if anything it's his main goal. if he's not having fun then, what's the point? he's rather versatile with his weapon's arsenal but does have a certain love for his dagger collection. one can only imagine why.

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.°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ eonwë. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

beyond loyal to his syndicate and a second-in-command, he is considered to be one of alcarin's most skillful merc. he prefers to complete a mission with optimum performance and thus does not enjoy playing around with his target as much as the others do. with that being said, his sadism does come out to play at times and he can be rather ruthless if pushed enough. he is exceptionally flexible with his weapon's arsenal and is often the one to train the recruits / other mercenaries

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.°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ mairon. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍

his mind is his greatest weapon. a second-in-command of the syndicate, he carries out the role with his striking intelligence and cunning nature. while he does prefer being precise, his sadistic nature prompts him to sometimes be quite erratic or even a tad bit reckless. he is a cunning man who loves playing around with his target and fooling them. he alternates between tech support and field work. he quite prefers to rely on his powers but will also pull out an array of knives or dual pistols

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆.

syndicate leaders: námo, irmo

second-in-commands: rúsëa, vanimóre ( ocs )

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.°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ námo. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕

a syndicate leader who takes great pride in being in control of a situation, his codename: 'ghost' comes not only from his weapon of choice but the fact that his targets never see a damn thing coming. and like any ghost, he haunts. playing on one's fears. he is a strict man who demands utmost respect and loyalty from his subordinates. while he handles the business aspect of his syndicate, his fieldwork is some of his speciality and partially where he gains his name from. he is an exceptional sniper by nature and prefers to finish the mission. however, he can alternate from sharpshooters to various other guns

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.°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ irmo. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐-𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅

feigned innocence and benevolence is this syndicate leader's go-to. he absolutely adores playing around with his enemies and ensuing mind games with them. he keeps up a mask of innocent glee when in reality his sadism is near-unmatched. cunning and full of tricks, he takes pride making fools out of those who oppose him. while he enjoys more passive fieldwork, such as poisoning, he also relies on his vala abilities and more often than not — his favourite white kunai knives. his aim is deadly and his smile even deadlier.

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.°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ rúsëa. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍

as the name entails, his temper knows no bounds and thus, neither does his ruthlessness. he does not bat at eye towards his missions and completes them with great proficiency and grace. as second-in-command, one of his tasks includes training the subordinates and as such, he is known as a rather strict teacher. he too relies heavily on his sharp intellect but also his powers as a vala. he is a swordsman by nature but will pick up a gun if needed.

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.°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ vanimóre. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

another man who tries to find amusement in his work and hence, the suffering of his enemies. one of the second-in-commands, he can appear to not take his duty very seriously however is exceptionally efficient when it comes down to it. he draws out his missions in favour of finding fun in them yet completes the job with deadly accuracy. he too relies on his powers as a maia but also falls back onto a wide variety of weapons. he is rather versatile in that field.

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baiuzennsenn · 3 months

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Well— for anyone who can’t understand why Sir Hamilton just renewed with Merc in August talking about his desire to continue with Merc family but now soon decided to make a move to Ferrari, here is a case that nobody but me as a Chelsea fan remember for long, which I think might be a hint to his character and associated behavior:

Due to Russia invading Ukraine in 2022, the previous owner of Chelsea football club, Roman Abramovic, who is also one of Russian oligarchs associated with Putin, put the club for sale. Sir Martin Broughton led one of the consortium bidding for Chelsea at that time and Lewis was reported to join his bid as well. This caused a dispute because Lewis was a well known Arsenal fan which is the London rivalry of Chelsea. Actually I didn’t think it was a problem now that there were even spurs fans among other bidders which sounded even worse, until Lewis was asked why he as a known LIFETIME Arsenal fan would like to join a bid for Chelsea, then Lewis stated he could also love Chelsea, his sister FORCED him to support Arsenal when he was young, something like that.💀🤣

Well to be clear I’m not criticizing him for this take. I just feel it interesting, like a character profile. As we all know we live in a world full of PR machine, so better not to take commitment from their mouth too seriously.

#silly season 2024

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shangchi · 3 years

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Shang-Chi began to make a comeback in the 2000’s, escaping from the shadowy realms of C-tier superhero of the distant past and into increasing relevance. His look was all over the place as creators tried to pin down a more contemporary outfit than the old red-and-yellow Gi. A big reason for this was the revelatory success of The Matrix in 1999, a movie that tapped into Hong Kong action films and brought the action choreography of Woo Pin Yuen to mainstream audiences. Suddenly the corny old kung fu man was Cool again!

The Master of Kung Fu had a minor role in the Marvel Knights series, a comic that threw him in with a very loose affiliation of street-level heroes like Daredevil and Black Widow. He had a costume more in line with his contemporary appearances in Heroes for Hire; sleeveless, but now with more black in the outfit. I can’t say there’s a lot of great use of the character and its perhaps telling he only showed up in the background of the cover for issue #2. He’s on the periphery but rarely the focus of any of the stories.

Here's Shang-Chi looking very Matrix in sunglasses and black trench coat on the cover of Shang-Chi: Master of Kung Fu, a 2002 MAX limited series from Moench and Gulacy. Don’t get too excited by the Parental Advisory notice – the adventure is pretty boiler plate Spies Vs. Fu Manchu villainy, though it was nice to see the Master of Kung Fu come back.

There were also apparently some plans to have Shang-Chi pick up firearms as an implement in his arsenal. This is apparently thanks to the early 2000’s fascination with Gun Fu and every hero in multiple universes suddenly deciding lethal force was Cool. I’m personally very glad they didn’t go this direction, but it is interesting to consider as an artifact of the era.

Its fitting that Shang-Chi was a featured guest in Black Panther in 2006; black American audiences were big fans of the kung fu films of the Shaw Brothers and other Hong Kong studios in the ‘70s, and there’s a lot of overlap with the Blaxploitation era with martial arts cinema. That spirit of drive-in movie fun is captured in this cover of Black Panther #11 by Mike Deodato Jr. and Dean White.

Pretty awesome! I also think this period was around when they stopped using the name Fu Manchu for Shang-Chi’s nefarious father – it’s just the start of a long wrangle with the racist history of the character and the last vestiges of the Sax Rohmer elements of Shang-Chi’s backstory.

One of the better uses of Shang-Chi in this era was his role in Heroes for Hire from 2006-2007. This iteration of the mercenary team was led by the Daughters of the Dragon, Coleen Wing and Misty Knight, two female martial artists associated with Iron Fist and Power Man. While he was teamed up with the HFH, Shang-Chi got into a complicated romantic entanglement with Maria Valasquez (Tarantula) and later killed the sometime B-tier villain Humbug after he betrayed the team. Evidence of romance here:

It’s not a whole Hell of a lot but it’s still more character development than Shang-Chi had gotten in the entire ‘90s era. He had some agency, he had some issues to work through, and he impacted the world in a way he usually didn’t get to when popping up in guest roles. His look varied throughout the run, mostly sticking to no-shirt and bloused pants.

In 2009, Jonathan Hickman and Kody Chamberlain presented a one-shot team up between Deadpool and Shang-Chi. Its pretty wacky stuff but the Merc With the Mouth does give props to the Master of Kung Fu, who is presented as a more down-to-earth kind of guy, what with the sneakers and affection for hot dogs.

Hickman’s pretty key to Shang-Chi’s future, as we’ll see as we enter the 2010’s….

#shang chi #master of kung fu #marvel #comic book #kung fu #superhero #comics #paul gulacy #mcu #2000s

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kendo413 · 3 years

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ValVarez headcanons, pt 3

Here is the final part of the Judy/Fem!V headcanons. Thank you for checking these out, and as always, if any of this sparks interest have at it.

V deals with a lot of fixers. She's the hottest merc in town right now, and everybody knows her name. Judy has opinions on them, based solely on how V talks about them.

Rogue is a bitch, but she's Johnny's bitch so V resolves to just not speak about her much at all. Apparently she and Johnny made a deal not to talk about outputs, former or current, and Judy does not want to know what Johnny thinks of her.

By far, Regina is V's favorite, and Judy's too. Judy has seen the text messages between the two, and never once has Regina insulted her girl. Regina praises V and tells her she did a good job even if V can admit her performance was less than preem. When V talks about her day, she saves the Regina gigs for last so she can always end on a high note.

Wakako sounds every bit the Tyger Claw she is. Judy doesn't like her, in fact she is Judy's least favorite fixer in all of night city, and V can't deny feeling that way as well. V relays that Jackie always told her she would never get a "Good job" out of Wakko, but that's never stopped her from trying anyway.

Mr Hands sounds like something out of a cartoon. Even V admits he's a bit eccentric for a fixer, but she's only worked with him a "HANDful" of times so far so she doesn't really have a read on him.

El Capitan is a professional, through and through. V can appreciate that, and respects the way he cares about his mercs. Judy can appreciate that if her girl goes missing while working for him, he won't just write her off as a deadbeat who skipped town.

Dino is a character. V says he's loud and enthusiastic, always quick to openly tell V when he is impressed by her skills. He's the only fixer V has ever gone drinking with, and the first person since Jackie to drink her under the table.

Padre is someone V knew before she moved to Atlanta for two years. V seems to have a lot of respect for the way the man conducts business, and based on what V has told her, the man knows more about honor - true, Night City honor - than Takemura ever will.

When Judy meets Johnny for the first time later on, he will admit that was the moment he realized he was wrong about her. Judy won't ask him to elaborate, and he won't offer.

Dakota values family above all else. When V does a good turn for her in the Badlands, she is quick to offer solemn thanks, but when V makes a mistake she is even quicker to criticize. V makes a point to avoid Dakota whenever she swings by the Aldecaldos camp.

Sometimes V's fame is a double-edged sword, no pun intended. V admits while bandaging a gunshot wound in her arm that when gangoons see a woman sprinting towards them with a blade in hand, their first instinct is to shoot without thinking. They know they're outmatched and by reputation, V rarely shows mercy. V only laments that sometimes she isn't fast enough to reach them before the trigger gets pulled and an innocent is executed before her eyes.

V disappears on a mission for Johnny with Rogue, and comes back from it with an altered perspective. Johnny isn't the leech in V's head anymore, but apparently a broken man that against all odds has gotten a second chance. V tells Judy she is going to give Johnny the space to make amends, give him control for a while if he needs it. Judy disagrees, they argue, and this time it's Judy who shows up at V's door with an apology and an offer to watch Nibbles at her place, in case Johnny forgets to feed the cat.

V agrees, but only after relaying - through tears of laughter - a series of indignant rants from Johnny about how he can take care of a simple animal. There are also increasingly specific instructions from him about what she does and doesn't like.

Later, V will admit some worry over how Johnny knows so much about the cat's likes and dislikes, since she isn't sure they've ever interacted at all before. Not that she remembers, anyway.

Misty always seems to know when Judy is having a particularly bad day. Maybe that one dinner was enough to tune her into Judy's aura, or maybe Misty just has impeccable timing. Either way, Misty has a way of clarifying things that Judy has been stewing on in the most indirect manner Judy has ever experienced. Whether she has mystical powers or not, Judy can admit she has a strange knack for helping people.

V goes with Takemura to find a way to clear her name with Arasaka and get rid of the construct in her head. Instead, a parade becomes a battle ground, the Arasaka princess is kidnapped, and Takemura dies. She doesn't hear from or about V directly, but she does see her gonk of an output sprinting past Gillean Jordan's report moments after the reporter goes live.

When Panam shows up with a bottle of tequila and a bag of takeout the next day, Judy expects the worst. Turns out Panam had just been craving something other than nomad food, and Judy's apparently near one of her favorite hole-in-the-wall wonton shops.

V finds them later, giggling over trash TV and ineffectually trying to shoo Nibbles away from the empty containers. V is just glad Panam hasn't pushed her down to fourth favorite human in the cat's opinion.

After V relays the tale of the parade, Judy is grateful it's Panam expressing relief that Takemura died instead of V. Johnny must agree, or at least say something that V can't argue with, because she spends the next 15 minutes pouting on the rooftop. She comes back smelling of cigarettes and helps herself to any leftovers Nibbles has abandoned, grief shelved for the time being.

At some point in the night, Panam swears a blood-oath on-her-mother's-grave pinky-promise-guarantee that if anything happens to V, Judy has a home with the Aldecaldos and they will take her wherever she needs to go. Drunk Judy starts crying and can't stop, both touched at the offer and gripped with dread at the prospect.

Judy is also relieved that should her worst nightmare come true, at least she won't be alone.

V shows up after a day or two of running errands for Johnny with Kerry freaking Eurodyne's autograph and an honest to god pair of prescription glasses. Apparently Kerry gets a mild thrill out of making Johnny - in any form - wear the ridiculous square framed glasses. It's also the least he can do for V after literally getting the band back together.

V is ecstatic when they look out over the city and she can see more than just an admittedly impressive blur on the horizon for the first time since she was 14 or so. Judy is not so subtle about how sexy she finds V with them on.

They're both very disappointed when they break just a few days later.

Judy meets Johnny, and it goes as well as can be expected. Nibbles notices the difference first, and then Judy picks up on the differences. Really, the dark aviators around her neck and the frequent crotch scratching should have been a dead give away.

They have a meal that Judy throws together, Johnny polishes off the rest of the whiskey V brought over some nights ago, and the conversation is stilted but civil. Judy makes him sleep on her couch, and it takes a lot of coaxing from V - her V - to share a bed again after the strangeness of seeing a stranger watching her from V's face.

It really shouldn't be surprising that V has a lot of money saved up. Not only is she amazing at her job, but V picks up everything unclaimed that she finds lying around to sell, she doesn't buy cars because she sucks at driving anyway, and unlike most people in Night City, she doesn't really bother with adding more chrome to her arsenal. By that logic, it's no surprise at all.

Judy supposes the real shocker was finding out her output is officially a multimillionaire that runs around the city wearing two different shoes because she couldn't find a matching pair that didn't have blood on them.

It takes a lot of convincing, but she does manage to get V to go clothes shopping with her. In ends with V's new outfit getting ruined by a cyberpsycho attack. Zane can't issue a refund, but Judy is very appreciative of him calling V back in with the promise of a discount a few days later. Who knew her adorable murder machine would look so sexy dressed up like a corpo?

Judy finds a collection of shards in V's apartment, in a box under her computer desk. It should be creepy that V has dozens of shards from random dead people she finds in the city. V explains that they're all victims, not of her, but of various unfortunate happenings in Night City. They all seem to be either right before they died, or something that jumped to the fore of their mind as they were crossing over.

V explains, as gently as she can, that the shards remind her of how Evie kept replaying the fight she and Judy had during her darkest moments. V didn't want them to just get tossed away and forgotten so she kept them. Judy may not be able to say it yet, but she makes sure V at least feels the love Judy has for her in that moment.

Kerry turns out to be a needy bitch, if Judy gets to have an opinion on the situation. He only seems to call V for things at 2 in the morning, when they've both just managed to fall asleep after a very long day. Maybe she's just aggravated that V is always willing to drag herself out of bed to help a friend in need with his stupid rivalry. Nibbles isn't nearly as warm a bedmate, but somehow hogs more of the covers.

V sends a selfie of herself and River, a mountain of chopped veggies between them and Judy can't help but think it isn't fair. Nothing is fair in Night City, but that V is dying now, when she's making friends and learning new skills as though she isn't close to flatlining at any moment is just Not. Fair.

Judy fixes her makeup before calling to tease V about how her chopping skills need some work. V is indignant at the very thought, and River assures her they've been practicing. V promises to bring some over later, and Judy's heart swells with affection.

Kerry and V destroy a yacht, and V announces it's officially the most expensive vehicle she has ever destroyed. Johnny is insistent that the Porsche she wrapped around a pole 30 seconds after taking the wheel was priceless, and the internal argument is apparently so intense that neither notice when Judy goes to bed for the night.

Everything happens fast, or at least suddenly. V's condition has progressed too far, and if something is gonna happen it's gotta happen now. V still makes time to call Judy before she goes off for what could be her last gig.

Judy spends the next few days occupying as much of her time as she can with editing their BD. If she stops working, she starts worrying, and she can't afford to lose faith that V will come back to her. Not now.

When she gets the call from Panam, she can't help but physically sag in relief. V did it. There isn't much time though, so Judy grabs the already prepared bags - one for her, one for V, and one for Nibbles. As she shuts the door to her apartment behind her, she feels like she's finally going home.

The second they get a quiet moment alone together, Judy informs V that she is not going to be the one to tell Mama Welles they ditched the city.

#valvarez #judy alvarez x v #cyberpunk 2077 #headcanon

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Title: Arson Author: artsytarts / Misha Warnings: None

Summary: If there is one talent James Bond has, it’s to give his Quartermaster a headache.

“Can I ask you a question, 007?”

“Not like you’d respect my wishes if I said no, Q. Go ahead.”

“Why is it that you always, without fail, find some way to cause an explosion? I’m starting to believe you have an arsonist streak.”

“I don’t do it on purpose, it just… happens.”

“You do know that you’re supposed to keep things quiet, right? ‘Secret’. It’s in the job description.”

“Not my fault their base lay beneath a firework factory.”

“Wouldn’t have been a problem if you didn’t blow it up!”

“Debatable.”

“I’m sure you mean ‘yes, Q’.”

“Yes, Q.”

Title: Occupational Hazards Author: storm-of-sharp-things Warnings: none Summary: Q would willingly pay extra for the option to have a boring vacation…

Q sat back against James in the little rowboat and stared across the lake as bright jets of sparks shot up from the island. The fiery glow amid the trees was beautiful in the reflection of the dark water. James settled the blanket more comfortably around them, keeping the chill off their bare skin.

“I liked that cabin,” Q finally said.

James sighed. “What’s the probability that our rental cabin would be a hidden entrance to a secret arsenal of explosives?”

With a splash, Alec finally surfaced next to the boat, grinning wickedly.

Q scowled. “One hundred percent, I’d say.”

Title: Postcard Author: sunaddicted Warnings: none Summary: Bond stops in the middle of a mission for a view Q shouldn’t absolutely miss.

“Bond, stop dallying”

“Look, Q”

He sighed, squinting at the screen broadcasting the grainy images coming from the small camera that he had managed to disguise as a lapel pin “What exactly am I looking at?”

“Wait for it”

“Bond, need I to remind you that you’re on- Oh”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Q was enraptured in the blue fire shooting up towards the dark of night: he couldn’t remember the last time he had looked up at the sky, eyes full of awe “Yes, it really is” he admitted “Thank you, James. Move along now: your contact is waiting”

“Yessir”

Title:Flare Author: Hexiva Warnings: Angst Summary: Alec and James on a stakeout. One moment of hope.

What James remembers from that night in Canada is the fireworks. Fireworks reflecting off the lake as he sat in the dark waiting for morning when their target would walk by. Fireworks reflecting in Alec’s eyes, a manic gleam as he leaned in to adjust Bond’s hand on his rifle. And in the darkness between displays, they looked at each other, the instruments of their bloody work forgotten.

Years later, after everything, after the betrayal, James doesn’t remember who reached out first. All he remembers is the sound of fireworks as they kissed, clinging to each other in the darkness.

Title: Rest & Relaxation Author: SouffleGirl91 Warnings: None Summary: James and Q kiss goodbye to yet another security deposit.

“This was fun. We should do it more often.”

James watched an explosion illuminate the sky, showering white sparks on the carnage below.

“Did you hit your head?”

“What?” Q frowned. “No! Why?”

“You want to do this-” James gestured at the flames, “more often?”

Another loud crack, and the cabin roof collapsed, sending up a plume of smoke.

“Well, maybe not the part where your ex-boyfriend tries to burn us to death in our sleep…”

“So just the murder, then?”

“Pillock.”

James laughed. “If this is what holidays with you are like, I’d love to do it more often.”

Title: Efficiency Author: Anyawen Warnings: None Summary: Bond appreciates competence, whatever it wears.

James ignores the cold of the Canadian spring night, attention focused on the far side of the lake.

“I can get closer,” he offers quietly over comms.

“Stay where you are, Bond. I’ve got this,” Q answers.

Q’s frenzied typing stills, and James hears satisfaction in the silence a moment before an explosion rocks the lodge. He watches, bemused, as stray fireworks streak into the sky.

“The security on their firework storage facility needs work,” Q remarks dryly before utterly failing to stifle a yawn.

Another firework explodes, illuminating James’ fond smile.

“Not bad for a man in his pyjamas.”

Title: Isle of Bond Author: Warnings: none Summary: No man is an island.

They say, “no man is an island,” and they’re right.

Bond would disagree; would claim the title for himself.

He would say that he is a man for himself, as he trusts his life in the hands of friends. He would build a fortress of solitude, only to fly from it in a blaze of glory. He would fence his heart with spikes, spark, smirks, and sex. Until someone is unafraid to get stung.

Bond would lay life, death, heart, and gun at the feet of true love.

“They say, no man is an island, and they’re right,” Bond says.

Title: forget the past Author: scarytheory Warnings: none Summary: In the woods, in the middle of the night, two friends are trying to make peace with everything.

“This is ridiculous,” says Q, looking at Moneypenny. “It’s not New Year’s. Also, do you know how harmful it is to animals?”

She gives him the side-eye: “Your complaining already scared everything within ten miles of here. And it’s symbolic, actually. Because he’s not coming back, not to me, not to you. We need to start over, with a bang. Help me set this off.”

With a sigh, he does.

And here they are, watching fireworks in the middle of March, both feeling lost.

But as she slips her hand in his, he thinks that maybe they will be alright.

Title: Inferno Author: oldestcharm Warnings: fire Summary: Q appreciates the scenery. Bond isn’t pleased.

Q’s eyes are glued to the live feed from the helicopter. “This is very scenic,” he comments. Bond huffs. “Are you talking about the forest fire, the flare guns, or the volcano that’s about to burst now that I obliterated this guy’s lair?” Q hums, considering. “All of the above.” “I’m pleased to know you care so much for my safety.” “You’re just fine, 007,” Q assures him. “I’m standing in the middle of burning debris,” Bond points out. “There is a lake right beside you. Grab a bucket.” “You didn’t equip me with a bucket.” “Maybe next time then.”

#10

Title: Birthday Celebration Author: Nana-41175 Warnings: n/a Summary: Q is gifted with spectacular fireworks for his birthday by Bond

Q was sure he would dislike camping. He did not feel kindly toward the idea of a million insects descending upon him while they roughed it out in the woods. Plus, no internet. Hideous.

But he liked fireworks at dusk, especially when viewed over water. He was touched that Bond wanted him to see this: the lake, the dark circle of trees surrounding the warm, cheery glow of a campfire, the slender strands of bright light as they shot up toward the night sky.

Most of all he adored being in Bond’s arms as his boyfriend whispered, “Happy birthday, darling.”

#11

Title: In the End Author: Venstar Warnings: none Summary: One last goodbye.

Bond stared as the island of Mr. White burned away in a final fiery glow. So many things had been set in place there. Thoughts of Vesper slid through his mind, like a dark oil slick on water. Never to truly be erased. He felt something slide into his hand. A weapon. Something strong and flexible. He squeezed and felt bones move. Q. Something else that had been set in place. A gift, from one madman to another. Silva’s little cogwheel in the bigger scheme of things had inadvertently delivered Q to MI6…and James. He kissed those fingers. His weapon.

#12

Title: Miscalculation Author: Merc/moon_of_mercury Warnings: none Summary: Bond makes a strategic mistake. Q improvises to save the day.

“Gorgeous, aren’t they?”

“No, not really. They’re an unnecessary waste of money, spread heavy metals and other contaminants in the environment, cause noise pollution, not to mention the stress to animals and people who don’t like them–”

“Alright! Fine. I should have asked you first.”

“Or used your head for once. I told you; the cats and I are a package deal. If you plan for me you plan for them. I’m not having fun when my darlings are terrified.”

Before the mood sours, Q pulls James into a kiss.

“But we can always stay in. I’ll show you fireworks.”

#13

Title: How Does He Do That? Author: IrishWitch58 Warnings: Things blowing up, Canon typical violence, 006 and explody stuff Summary: Bond and Q watching the end of a 006 mission

Bond watched intently as Q focused on the terse commentary from the extraction team. Trust 006 to find one of the few primary forests left in Europe to play hide and seek with terrorists. Injured, bleeding but in possession of valued intel he’d been sent after, Trevelyan was being sought by both sides. One of the drone cameras blazed with light, flaring streamers rising from a central explosion. Q blinked, eyes watering before the screen dimmed.

“How does he do that every bloody time? I never issued him any explosives.”

Bond just shrugged, grinning. “When has that ever stopped Alec?”

#14

Title: Beacon Author: solarmorrigan Warnings: None Summary: Q is very good at reading even the smallest signs.

“Come on,” Q murmured.

Images flashed by on his screens: satellite feeds, CCTV stills, personal security system hacks, social media posts – anything he could think of. Windows overlapped, flashed, jockeyed for space and called for attention as new information poured in. Then, at last, a filter-covered photograph from one website or another, a tiny island lit up by a few explosive columns of light, drew Q’s notice.

Unexpected fireworks off the coast, the caption read.

Q checked the location. He checked the time. He smiled.

“There you are,” he sighed, and began the work of piecing together Bond’s trail.

#15

Title: We Don’t Need Fireworks Author: MrKsan / starrboned Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence Summary: Bond makes things explode. Q watches from afar.

The skies were ablaze with stardust and fire. It could’ve been beautiful, Q thought, had it not been his job to clean up the mess after.

Damn Bond and his dramatics.

Footsteps approached from behind, and Q couldn’t help but smile as an arm looped around his waist.

“007,” Gareth sighed. Q snorted, leaning into the warmth. Something exploded in the distance.

“Wish you could join him?” Gareth asked. “Share the action?”

Q turned his head, watching the fireworks reflect in his eyes.

“I got all the fire I need right here,” Q smiled, and leaned in for a kiss.

Go vote!

#LDWS #LDWS2021 #ldws drabble #james bond fanfiction #drabbles #signal boost

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Hello! Was Nico Rosberg actually better than Lewis in 2016 and deserved to win the championship, or was it Mercedes agenda that pushed him to do it and helped him achieve it? German team, german driver - a dream. What do you think?

Ooh hi anon, there’s a lot to unpack here; I have to admit when I first saw this ask I was just like, no I don’t have the brain capacity to deal with this right now and closed it. I apologise I’ve kind of taken this in my own way.

I want to start out by saying that I am a firm believer in that the Lewis Hamilton we have now is miles away from the Brocedes/Silver War era of Lewis Hamilton we had between 2014 and 2016, I think a massive part of this development in his driving is due to Nico, the two of them really pushed each other to the absolute limits.

I mean you hear about all of the things Nico did to get an edge on Lewis, stopped sleeping in the same room as his wife, didn’t get to enjoy the newborn stage with his first child, stopped cycling so that he would lose weight, etc.

I’ve always said Nico was a driver who would win a championship if everything went his way, everything had to be perfect, some drivers have an innate talent and feeling when it comes to how to drive the car but some have to learn and constantly keep learning, and in my mind Nico is of the second group (but to me that only shows his dedication.)

Nico spent 2014 and 2015 learning exactly what he needed to do to win the Championship from Lewis and then when 2016 rolled around he was able to capitalise on the days when Lewis had a bad race, the two of them were just 5 points apart at the end of the season and Lewis had one more win, but it was Nico’s consistency that won out. Obviously Lewis’ engine failure in Malaysia played a considerable part as he got no points that race whilst Nico finished 3rd getting him 15.

I don’t think Mercedes agenda had anything to do with it, I think Nico was a bit of a control freak/perfectionist (I am the same) and knew in himself that he would have to use everything in his arsenal to win, I also think that if he hadn’t have won he might have given it one more shot in 2017 but I think he was too burnt out at the end. I do think Lewis has picked up some of Nico’s perfectionism since, he always used to be the type of driver that would just get in the car and drive but in that era he became a little more nervy when it came to things.

Do I think 2016 Nico would beat 2021 Lewis, no - Lewis has evolved so much as a driver and I don’t think Nico would be able to get under his skin as much, but I also don’t think that Lewis would be as strong of a driver if he hadn’t lost the title in 2016.

TLDR; Rosberg is a good driver, one of the ones who’s championship potential is everything goes right, I don’t think there was a Merc agenda to help him win, but he did everything he could to make sure that he won.

#f1 #anon ask #nico rosberg #Lewis Hamilton

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parjiljehavey · 3 years

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this isn’t where we intended to be

A/N: Because we don’t know the details of how Boba survived the Sarlacc, I hand waved it. Am I shamelessly blending Legends into this? Yep. Don’t stop me now, I’m having a good time!

I also forgot to mentioned that the titles are lyrics from You Must Love Me. Madonna or Lana Del Rey, both are valid and full of feels.

Tagging: @escapedthesarlacc, @silverfish-kingdom, @shadowfoxey, @fresa-luna

Rating: T for Teen

Content Warnings: Angst, Bad Spy/Military jargon and descriptions, Boba Is Pining, We got some Surprise Appearances at the end.

PREVIOUS // NEXT

ix.

The first thing the Imperials did after setting up their garrison was confiscate any weapons. They searched house by house, apartment by apartment. The only things they didn’t take were the kitchen knives. You were lucky enough that the panic room Boba built was hidden from almost every scanner imaginable, leaving the armory Boba had on this world unseized.

Jekiah had chosen then to wail his little heart out from the bedroom, announcing his anger that his noon meal was being delayed to all who could hear. It took everything in you to not laugh when the stormtroopers and the scrawny little officer with them flinched.

There was a diner around the corner from the apartment that you had started frequenting because you had became obsessed with their milkshakes during your pregnancy. The twi’lek that owned it was an older woman with long lekku she draped around her neck who carried herself in a way that you recognized.

It was Sinya’s diner that the locals gathered in afterhours to discuss the Imperial occupation a month after the weapons has been taken. The blinds were shut, casting the room in near darkness except for the dim green glow of the menu signs.

Jekiah was strapped to your chest, content to sleep against your breast while voices rose when someone in the diner proposed fighting back against the Empire. A raucous arose as all attending agreed.

Sinya spoke up, “We’ll need to run reconnaissance to get a better idea of their numbers and the heat they’re packing.”

You should have kept your mouth shut and your head down, if only for Jekiah’s sake. It’s what Boba would have wanted you to do; with few exceptions, when did you ever do what Boba wanted?

“I can take care of that.” Heads turned and the crowd parted to stare at you, a woman with her baby. Sinya looked at you, and you looked at her. A tattooed brow was raised.

“You sure?” She gestured to Jekiah.

You looked down at your son, rubbing your thumb over his dark downy hair. He nestled his face further against your breast, seeking out your heartbeat.

“Yes. I am.”

He had woken up with the gritty taste of sand in his mouth, his skin burning and itching, and his armor missing. Shab’la Jawas.

It was the Sand People, who had ultimately rescued him and tended to the wounds he’d gained from the Sarlacc. He wasn’t able to translate what they were saying without his buy’ce, but he was able to communicate enough with them with the sign language that any hunter worth their spit learned when they spent enough time chasing targets through the sands of Tatooine.

He was given clothing and weapons once he was well enough to leave, and went on his way to begin the long trek back to Jabba’s palace. He had no doubt that anything that wasn’t nailed down had already been taken after news of the Hutt’s death had spread. Boba was confident that the Slave I was still where he had left it when he arrived.

Sure enough, the Firespray-31 was still there. Usually, he’d lower the ramp through his HUD, however, lacking his armor, Boba had to use the security code. It hadn’t changed in decades; he had it memorized. Accessing the security logs, Boba cursed.

It’d been five months since he left you heavily pregnant in his safehouse.

Fierfek.

xi.

A week after the meeting, you left Jekiah with your neighbor, two older women who had cooed over Jekiah ever since you’d come back from the medical center. Jekiah had learned how to cling to your shirt and had refused to let go, right up until a brightly colored nexu plush entered his field of vision. He’d been entranced with the neon pink toy and had let go easily after that.

The Zabrak grinned, “One of our nephew’s old toys. He won’t miss it.”

Returning to the apartment, you opened the panic room. Weapons lined the wall, far out of reach of a child and a case held your gear. The armorweave long coat and pants you had once worn regularly were a little too tight across your belly and hips, but thankfully, you still had mobility. You could handle this small discomfort; it was nothing compared to the later stages of your pregnancy and Jekiah’s birth.

You attached the stealth generator to your belt, making double sure it’d stay there with tape. Next went on your boots, and then your visor, followed by your gloves and gauntlets.

The gloves had been a gift from Boba; “They’d been outlawed in the Mandalore system for centuries,” he had said, “but I figured you’d appreciate these in your arsenal.”

Another gift had been the heavy, matte black gauntlets. The wristblade had utterly delighted you. You’d asked Boba what they were made of that made them so heavy. His answer had been beskar. It had taken you some time to learn how to fight with them on, something Boba had helped you with. You had ended up with more bruises than he had, some more pleasurable than others.

An ache in your chest came up and a lump formed in your throat. You swallowed around it and pushed on. You had a job to do.

You ran a systems’ check twice, ensuring that your vitals read correctly and the targeting system was accurately linked to your rifle. Happy with the results, you activated the stealth generator, and made your way out of the apartment building entirely. You kept to the shadows of alleyways and near cover.

Following a returning patrol, you infiltrated the Imperial garrison.

xii.

He’d elected to shave off the rest of his hair; most of it was already gone, the Sarlacc’s digestive acid killed the hair follicles. He inspected his wounds; no matter how primitive the Tuskens may be, they’d done a good job at patching him up. The wounds that were still healing he covered with a bacta-patch.

It had been a difficult decision, but, Boba had chosen to pursue his missing armor. He knew you’d understand why he didn’t immediately return; it was his father’s armor. You’d be furious with him, more than likely banish him from bed, but you’d understand.

It didn’t stop the guilt gnawing at his gut.

It didn’t stop him from waking up expecting to feel his arm asleep from you laying on it to curl against his chest or feel your cold feet pressed against his legs.

xiii.

Over the next two weeks, you infiltrated the garrison several more times gathering information on troop movements and supply routes. There was more than one garrison on the planet; as soon as news spread to the others, they’d be swarming like flies on a carcass. This was going to be a hard and dirty fight.

You said as much at the next meeting in Sinya’s.

“If we are going to do this, we're going to need more numbers than what we have.”

A large Nikto stepped forward. “Mercenaries? Lady, we ain’t got the money for that!”

Sinya was watching you from behind the counter. She nodded at you.

“Let me worry about the money. As soon as the mercenaries are planetside, start bringing the people from smaller towns and the farms inside.”

xiv.

Finding Sandcrawlers was easier from the air; it’d take months to traverse Tatooine on foot. He stopped in Mos Eisley, Mos Espa, and Anchorhead intermittently as he needed supplies and fuel. He picked up scrap metals to barter with the Jawas for information. This routine continued until a priority alert came across.

Liberation from Imperial Garrison. Boba’s stomach sunk.

There was no thinking as he plotted a course back to the planet. No other thought as the Slave I gained altitude.

Just you.

xv.

Sinya had had her pegged as a hunter as soon as she had first walked in months ago. She always looked around, noting exits and entries. Standard merc behavior, Sinya remembers doing that before she retired; Goddess, she still did it.

The bump on her belly made Sinya decide she wasn’t a threat. The delight she took in the milkshakes was endearing. Sinya had made sure that every time she saw her on the way in, a milkshake was already being blended. Especially when she started coming in with her baby boy strapped to her chest. That baby was the grumpiest little thing Sinya had ever seen.

It was nice, Sinya decided, once everyone had left after the woman had reported back on her findings and it was decided that they did need mercenaries, to talk shop with someone who knew their stuff. Sinya missed the merc life somedays.

Sinya listed off every large mercenary company that she knew was still in existence. Even Black Sun.

“No,” She shook her head. “If the Imperials offer more, they’d switch sides. Even if they didn’t, it’d be another battle to get them off. We’d be trading one for the other. That’s a risk we can’t afford. We need people who hate the Imperials just as much, if not more then we do.”

Sinya's tattooed brows furrowed. “Who are you thinking of?”

The woman smiled.

bonus

xvi.

He heard a low whistle from somewhere in the Oyu’baat when a priority alert popped up on the bounty board. The bartender fiddled with a control panel, enlarging the alert so it overtook other listings. It got Shysa’s attention, the Mand’alor dropping his feet off his table as he stood up. Noise died down until the only sound was the boloball game.

100,000 credits for every Mandalorian that signed up for the liberation of a small world out in the Outer Rim from the Empire. A 10,000 credit bonus was being offered for every piece of artillery that was brought in. Payment would be given from stocks, proprieties, or cold hard cash, per the contractor’s preference.

Osik. That was a lot of credits for a small world to be offering. He wondered where they were getting that kind of money. And it was specifically requesting Mandalorians.

Shysa clapped his hands together, drawing attention away from the board and to himself. He climbed up on top of his table looking out over the crowd of Mando’ade.

“Well, vode. Who wants to go kick the Imperials shebs again?”

Cheers of Oya rang out and Mird’ika howled as he pulled on his fine, gray gloves.

#boba fett #boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #boba fett x y/n #star wars #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #should i should the surprise?#SHOULD I #yeah i will #jaing skirata #fenn shysa #lord mirdalan #mird #mird'ika #republic commando #series: you must love me

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we did a Gods meme run for the first time in ages last night! (me, Gham, Rhekke, and DJ, who's new to our raiding group; he wanted to run Gods, so we just kinda went "fuck it") we only ran with four, and started out no-tanking it (IO merc, arsenal merc, viru sniper, healer sorc)

some shenanigans:

on the way to Tyth I (sniper) wasn't bothering to get out of AOEs the adds were putting out.

Me: *replying to Gham* "Speaking of fireballs, I'm just standing in everything"

DJ (healing): *disappointed* "I know"

on Tyth, Rhekke (IO merc) and I juggled aggro with threat drops. at one point I think I had every AOE possible on top of me because stupid stubborn sniper main, PLUS Tyth aggro + cleave and even through entrench and shield probe my health was halved in like two seconds. we also accidentally made him keep cleaving adds, so he was enraged for a lot of the fight whoops. DJ also very calmly stated he was maybe sorta kinda being overwhelmed by adds

yes, every single one of those is targeting him

also, as per Catz tradition as soon as Tyth dies:

"LOOT AND RUN" AKA, we don't like to clean up our messes and yeet ourselves off the edge so we don't have to deal with the ridiculous amount of adds up at the end. DJ knew what we were doing, but it's GREAT when we have someone new to the op just standing there like WTF??? only to die to the adds overwhelming them jkasldjsk

Sisters was. something else

Rhekke "tanked" Aivela, while I took Esne. it went okay up until burn phase

I ran out of DCDs and my heal-on-roll is a Bad Idea for that fight or else Sniper Go Yeet, so I ended up dying shortly after first or second set of wipers. someone rezzed me right around when Aivela died I think, then DJ ended up dying. then Rhekke. Gham and I SOMEHOW managed to get the last of Esne's health knocked out. my health was at like 7k

...and Gham hadn't realized half the group was dead until I was rezzing someone 😂

Nahut was when we Immediately Regretted not having a tank. he uh. kinda hurts if you're DPS holding aggro for more than a few seconds.

we tried twice, then Rhekke, Gham, and I swapped toons. Rhekke got on a viru sniper, Gham swapped to her main (lightning sorc), while I hopped on Max (PT tank). I think if there'd been more than four of us, we could have actually no-tanked it, it just took too long to push him with just three DPS so he was melting us

needless to say, it went MUCH better with a tank. but Catz have a vendetta. we WILL no-heal Nahut and we WILL clear it. look out, Nahut. someday we'll get our revenge for the no-heal fail, and eventually no-tank you, too D:< knowing us, it'll be in the same run

I also realized, mid-pull on Nahut, that I didn't have a tactical on so WHOOPS. I transferred my gear from Varrich and forgot both tacticals. so I had to do the rest of the op with Hotswap (and am now Regretting that I didn't troll Gham with it even once last night)

Scyva herself went fine, but it's GETTING there that's always interesting.

Catz: *telling DJ stories of our Incredible Mistakes on the toilet bowl - from accidental Rocket Outs, to troll-y Predations, and sorc pulls that accidentally wiped the entire group*

Me: "uh yeah, DJ, since you've never run this with us, uh... usually someone dies on the next part"

can you guess who died? 🤡

I taunted one of the droids because it was on someone else, and the fucker GRAPPLED ME OUT OF THE SHIELD AND I IMMEDIATELY GOT SHOT OFF

I freakin DIED laughing

I respawned and tried to make it back to the group, actually ALMOST MADE IT but got shot off again aksldjsld. I was literally like one bridge and a platform away from them

when they brought the stairs up, DJ tried to come back up to rez me. he uh. fell to his death. so Gham went up the stairs to rez both of us. and you'll never guess what happened 😂 we three had to make the Walk of Shame back to the toilet bowl together while Rhekke chilled in Scyva's room

I screwed up on pull. I forgot that the droid doesn't have physics immunity and grappled it, which fucked up positioning. we lost DJ because of it, he got rezzed, and most of the rest went okay. we DID find out, since we were literally flashpoint grouping our way through so only had two DPS, that if the turrets aren't killed fast enough, Scyva will come down anyway and you'll have to deal with them AND her

with only two DPS, and at one point Rhekke wasn't with us, the tether droids just chain stunned Gham and me. DJ couldn't do much but try to interrupt on cooldown, so it was a loooong fight

Izax was surprisingly uneventful, tho the puzzle to unlock him was uncooperative as always. also: the pipes win again!

also, we discovered for the first time that we can mount up in the puzzle area, which resulted in:

#swtor #oliver vs ops #blitz plays #long post #caps #swearing #operation: gods from the machine

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skelecola · 3 years

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Naughty Facts™ about Mavis Marquis:

general info:

bisexual

her past as a joytoy has left her a little sex-repulsed. sex has always been a job for her, a chore. while she did get pleasure out of it sometimes, it was never about her pleasure. that left her having a bad relationship with sex overall.

because of her past, she has a lot of upgrades to make her more beautiful. and i’m not talking bigger boobs or a rounder ass, i’m saying she has augmentations to make her skin softer. she is augmented to smell clean and perfumed. she is augmented to have a lovelier voice. she’s designed to draw you in.

she’s attracted to powerful people, whether that be physical power or something else. she’s never been powerful in her own life, so she’s always dazzled by people who are powerful. but she also likes people who are good at heart despite that. to see hands that kill perform a gentle act? she will fall in love immediately.

solo ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) and not the merc kind:

keeps her fingernails short. for the ladies, but mostly for herself.

aside from a brief relationship with a tyger claw, all of the action she’s gotten since she became a merc has been by herself.

she owns a small arsenal of fun toys that he keeps under her bed. her favorites are small vibrators. she’s never been one for gigantic toys.

she keeps an onlyfans-type account as backup income. it’s not hard to find pics of her online.

duo:

sex can be a chore for her. do it wrong and she’ll be bored the entire time and never call you back.

she doesn’t want to be fucked for the sake of being fucked. she likes to have an emotional connection. even if it’s just friends with benefits (although she is the type to catch feelings)

femdom is something she’s good at and actually enjoys. she is always gentle and sweet, but she can also have very little mercy if that’s what’s been put on the table.

turn offs:

pain, humiliation, slut shaming. call her a whore and she’ll probably start genuinely crying and the night will be ruined.

having no control at all. while she can be submissive at times, she doesn’t like having no control. it makes her panic.

cheating/infidelity. she used to hate fucking married men. she still does. it’s different if someone is polyamorous or has an open relationship, but she will not be the other woman.

turn ons:

gentle, emotional stuff. she loves it.

she loves being fingered. she loves it even more than being penetrated.

receiving oral sex is a rare treat for her so she always enjoys it

making out makes her weak in the knees. she loves to be kissed.

being romanced in general

i probably forgot to think of something so naturally if you want to know you can always ask <3

#mavis marquis #cyberpunk 2077

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A bunch of OCs that I collab’d with friends, @etheralavarice and @cosmicfails. Meet the Zanni Troupe, a bunch of jester/harlequin/clown people who sorta act like mercs or soldiers. They have their own unique, specialized roles to contribute to the Troupe. More info under the cut:

Mordre is the Zanni Menor, a small, unassuming character, who speaks almost always in rhyme, however he tends to mess up his own rhyming very often and break character by a loud swear. At first glance, he seems nothing out of the ordinary, but he is actually an automaton, a doll brought to life by magic. As the Zanni Menor, his role is stealth and espionage, his small size and quick, nimble movements enable him to sneak past defenses and evade attacks. His sleeves function like a strange hammerspace, containing a seemingly endless amount of bladed weaponry of all types, no matter how large. He can also store anything within them, he can even fit his fellow Zannis inside for quick, concealed transportation.

Hyena is the Zanni Grande, a tall, slender, looming figure who seems to be a mockery of a proud, boastful icon, for he is anything but. Wracked by crippling trauma and depression, Hyena hides his emotional pain with a helmet he crafted himself, self-depreciating jokes, wickedly dark humor, and a deceptively “proud” and “joyful” tone of voice, paired with giggles that may start to resemble sobbing from time to time. Prone to saying too much about himself, he frequently brings up his severe emotional and mental damage to anyone within earshot, without being asked prior. His legs had been amputated and replaced with pogo stick-like prosthesis that let him leap to higher places, for he is actually an excellent sniper. Wielding a custom made rifle with great accuracy, he picks off his unsuspecting targets before leaping away, the only sign of his presence was a faint, echoing cackle.

Maddison is the Zanni Ambulas. The Ambulas role is not a direct combatant, but rather prefers to support their team or act as a messenger. Maddison is more than happy to fill that role. Maddison is a proud city girl, infatuated with the night life of the Big Apple, and desires nothing more but to bring the magical time of celebration to anyone she can deem a friend. Wielding her trusty golden baton, she marches into the battlefield not to spill blood, but to boost the morale and stamina of her allies with her uplifting Rockefeller Groove to keep them moving. Rhythm and music is a big part of her life, one will always see her bouncing, swaying, and tapping to the beat of her groove. If you let her, she’ll gladly offer you a trip down the funky streets of Rockefeller.

Anathema is the Zanni Latron, the harbinger of war and conflict, at least what she claims to be. She boasts the largest arsenal among her Zanni peers, and knowledge on how to use all of them to go along with it. She is also decorated in what appears to be remains of fallen warriors, but not of her foes. Rather, she collects the remains of her fallen friends, and “honors” them by displaying their bones on her body as a sign of respect. She has a grim outlook on the world, a bit of a nihilist, and really takes her role as the soldier zanni very seriously, but she knows how to have some form of “fun” from time to time.

Twilight is the Zanni Jubilant, the most peppy, joyful, and the fiery of the Zannis. She is easily excited, very playful, and play tricks on anyone, friend or foe. But of course, it’s only her friends that get the little harmless pranks. Her foes, however, get a much more pyromantic treatment: Bombardments of blinding flashes of light, disorienting explosions of brightly colored flame, and a finale of a blazing inferno that can incinerate everything within her immediate vicinity to ashes. Quite the arsonist, Twilight just wants to watch the world burn in colorful fire, with a content grin on her face.

Nadia is the Zanni Superbia. She stands from the sidelines, pulling strings from the battle and manipulator all the players on the field. Nadia loves to toy with both her friends and foes, using psychic threads of fate to string up any person and turn them into her own personal marionettes. Nadia considers herself the most elegant and fine in regards to personal taste, being an avid collector of high quality items of leisure and ornaments... and anyone who falls in her vicinity in the battlefield will find themselves unlucky enough to actually be included in her collection.

#rayOCs #OCs: Zanni #zanni #FOC: Mordre #FOC: Hyena #OC: Maddison #FOC: Anathema #OC: Twilight #FOC: Nadia #rayart

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titan-mom · 4 years

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not to be extremely predictable but 🎄 i took a little journey to the unknown

Every time I hear this song I think of my paladin singing it in duet with her goddess so, something about her, and the kind of people she meets in the woods at night!

Aspen’s got a fire roaring, banked against carefully piled stones. It’s rare she finds such a nice place to make camp. Her tent behind her is hung from a limb coaxed down from the cedar boughs above, and anchored with subtle vines summoned up from the earth below. Her bedroll is cushioned by the needle-covered ground, the forest damp but not too damp for good crackling kindling. A pinecone here and there to add a little pop to the fire.

She has a kettle on, and is working on crushing freshly plucked needles for tea, when an awareness rises up her spine and into the small of her skull. Sehncia, restless and aware in the confines of her mind, takes her attention and angles it south-southeast. It feels like a hand cupping her cheek, delicate and gentle.

Danger? Aspen asks, quickly.

Single man, armed, but looks more hungry than aggressive to me. Sehncia replies. You could take him.

Aspen’s glaive lays at her side, and her breastplate in the tent behind her. She makes no move for either yet. Instead, she finds her waterskin and pours what’s left into the wooden bowl at her feet. The runes glow softly and dissipate, as the water turns to soup. She ate tonight already, but it appears she will have a guest, and she likes to have a well stocked arsenal for these sorts of meetings.

She can hear the footsteps now, quiet on the ground. He’s not bad at moving stealthily, but she knows what she is listening for, and which way to turn her head to hear it better.

The vagabond is dirty, ratty, but has nice gloves and solid boots and a heavy coin purse. She notices his small traveling pack and a short city cloak, it looks as though he is not prepared for a night in the wild. The firelight glistens in his eyes as he emerges, drawn like a moth to the blaze. He gauges her and the weapon in reach, but sees her satchel and guitar at her side, and raises his knife as a threat. “No sudden movements, lass.”

She lifts her head calmly to meet his eye. Surprisingly, it does not unsettle him right away. Usually her calm demeanor sets off the cleverest highwaymen. They put together the pieces and decide a girl alone in the woods who does not startle at the sight of a man with a weapon is an anomaly not worth challenging. Especially one dressed as plainly as she is, one who doesn’t look worth robbing.

He’s so young. Sehncia marvels.

He looks nearly thirty.

Foolish, then?

Yes. So young, in a sense.

She gestures with an open palm, rotating from the wrist, keeping her elbow close, and limiting her movement to soothe him. “Welcome. Please, sit.”

The vagabond pauses, finally, a little wiser than he first appeared. He chews this response and flexes his grip on the knife, inching closer around the fire. He has a decent enough stance, is presenting her with a small profile. Wouldn’t do a thing against a moonbeam or some vines, but he doesn’t need to know what she’s capable of.

“Toss the bag.” He commands, unconvincingly. “Don’t touch the spear, no need for trouble.”

“And what are you going to do?” Aspen admonishes, taking on the tone her mother used to use when she didn’t want to stop talking to her imaginary friend and go to bed. “Keep walking all night? Sit, eat, rest. I’m about to make tea and I have leftover soup. Aren’t you hungry?”

He looks at the bowl in front of her crossed legs and hesitates, jaw slackening a bit. He is clearly very hungry. She picks it up slowly in both hands, and offers it out. The teakettle on the fire begins to hiss, low and gentle.

The man holds his stance for a full minute as he weighs his options, and she holds hers just as long. Finally, he lowers the knife, sinks carefully down to the ground a wary distance away from her. The bowl is passed and he cups it close, breathes in the smell, and sips carefully. Upon discovering it is the perfect temperature -magically, but he doesn’t know that- he slurps it hastily.

Aspen considers him occupied, and takes the kettle from the fire, carefully dropping in the crushed berries and pine needles before replacing the lid for it to steep. While she is distracted, he furtively licks the bowl clean. But Sehncia sees, and shows her the image, bubbling amusement in her mind. Aspen reminds her that he has likely not eaten all day, and suggests they do not pass too much judgement. Though she agrees it’s a comical sight.

“You haven’t been traveling before, have you?” She speaks up. There are four large towns within four days travel of here. She could guess which he came from, with a few pointed questions. But she won’t, she respects the strangers who find their way to her fireside.

He peers at her, bitter at the accusation. It makes her a little defensive, and she snorts before continuing. “Oh please, you’re out of food, you don’t have a bedroll, and you have a coin purse well full enough to buy both of those things. Even if it’s all coppers.”

“You threatening to turn me in?” His shoulders hunch like hackles, his fingers claw her bowl. That answers a few questions itself.

“My glaive is stolen too. I never saw you out here if you didn’t see me.” Aspen offers in return. But she realizes her mistake as he takes an appraising look at the weapon, and notices the glint of armor behind her. His brow pinches. Sehncia roils unsettled around her head.

“You’re a deserter.” He says slowly.

“And now I know where you’re from.” She returns, which stiffens him. “Like I said, we won’t talk about each other.”

“Right.” He replies, slowly, as if he’s still looking for a trap. “I mean. You seem too generous to be a guardsman. That must be why you left, right?”

Aspen doesn’t grace that with an answer, and actually does not share his low opinion of the crownsguard. She turns instead to fetch a tin cup from her satchel. “Have you got a mug on you at least? Tea’s almost ready.”

He blinks, confused at the abrupt change of direction, then catches the question and digs in his pack for a tankard he probably swiped from a tavern. He hands her back her bowl, and she pours him half the contents of her kettle. “That’ll be hotter than the soup, watch yourself.” She warns.

He seems to catch on that he’s been getting advice from someone a decade younger, and sips before it’s cool, to make a point. Aspen shakes her head as he tries not to wince and pant. She cups her own mug her hands, letting the warmth seep in against the night air and the aroma rise to soothe her.

“Here’s the deal I offer every stranger who stumbles into my campsite.” She says, giving him a sidelong glance. “We can ask whatever we want, but we are not obliged to answer. And we swear not to talk about each other to any other strangers till tonight’s long past. We share food and fire and stories, and part at dawn. If we happen to be going the same way, part at the next fork in the road. Sound fair?”

“Sounds more dangerous for you than for me.” He says. With some food in him he’s getting bolder, smarter, looking for a way to feel on balance and in control of the situation.

“I know how to use that glaive too. Fifty-fifty odds for which of us would walk out in a fight.” This platitude is a lie, but one meant to soothe the pride she prodded earlier.

“Smartmouth.” He irritably sets the tankard down for a moment, to let it cool.

“You’re welcome, for all I have offered.” She replies, breezily. He licks his burned lips and doesn’t meet her gaze for many minutes.

“…Thank you.” He admits, finally. “I think I’ll take you up on it. It’s… beginning to get chilly. And there’s strength in numbers, in case of a bear or a wolf or something.”

Sehncia dissuades the predators, but Aspen does not need to mention the voice in her head. So she agrees amicably instead. “Certainly. Also, since you don’t know where you’re going, Salthesh is the closest town, west of here, two days walk, I’ll show you the road at first light. It’s your best bet for some proper supplies. And for goodness sakes get a longer cloak. You’ll need the extra blanket some nights.”

He nods, but has one more question before he is comfortable, she can see him searching for words in the firelight dancing on his face. “How did you know I was lost?”

“I have a sense of that sort of thing. I’ve long learned only lost wanderers find my campsite.” She replies, honestly. “I’m becoming a bit of a guide.”

He sips his tea, contemplative, trusting the heat to have simmered by now. It’s a long and quiet few moments before he breaks the silence again.

“I don’t know much about stuff outside Ambershire, but I have a sense too. I know when it’s time to move. City’s piecing itself back together, but there’s a lotta mercs around and not a lotta jobs for them.” He looks at Aspen, directly, nodding slightly. “Settin’ bounties for deserters is a quick way to keep mercenaries busy and quell any dissent, ya know? Maybe time you picked some new roads, kept yourself outta trouble.”

It makes sense, she supposes. The thought of heading elsewhere fills her with equal parts nerves and excitement. She’s not sure which parts come from Sehncia and which from herself, but she’s never really known that.

“Thank you for the wisdom.” She replies, slowly. “I’ll sleep on it.”

“Least I can do in return.” He replies, taking another drink. “You got it figured out with this setup. It’s… nice.”

“You could do it too.” She suggests. “It’s just kindness and sharing and the trust of strangers, simple as that.”

“I dunno. I think it’s something special you’ve got.”

Sehncia hums in her head, teasingly. Aspen feels her like draped arms over her shoulders. “Perhaps.” She agrees. “In that case, I count myself lucky for it.”

#oop #this got long!#my fic #dnd paladin mood #aspen #aspen insp #story time with jen

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3rdniggafromthesun · 4 years

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TF2 Ask Meme: Irradiator

yes im doing my own ask meme ahdkashjdfkemfjf..i dont answer all the qwuestions tho bc i dont really feel like it .

https://radium228.tumblr.com/post/624822035746619392/tf2-10th-class-oc-ask-meme

Link there if u wanna do it tooo

Character Building/Backstory

• What was it specifically about your OC and their skills that caught the attention of Mann Co?

Irradiator was a nuclear engineer who worked at a power plant, but in their spare time designed methods to use nuclear energy in weaponry on a small scale. This expertise and arsenal caught the attention of Mann Co for being particularly exploitable unique and contacted them with a undisclosed job offer that paid a lot better than their job at the plant.

• What mercs does your OC get along with well? Who do they have most in common with? Any best friends? Or...more than that...? 👀

Irradiatior gets along *very* well with engineer. The two of them can often be found discussing science and engineering, and talking about their respective fields together. Of course, engie with all his phds, ends up teaching them more, but it is still a common pasttime for them. They are also pretty close with pyro, due to them both having a lot in common regarding obscured identities, and wearing safety suits all the time. They also get along well with heavy because they both come from the same region, and often share old stories about their life in the USSR. However, despite all this, Irradiator does not often socialise enough with anyone to consider anyone a *best friend* or super close. Irradiator is a pretty reclusive person and suffers a lot from paranoia and social anxiety, and prefers the company of very few people, and not people that talk too much. Suprisingly they get along ok with Soldier, but this is mainly because he assumes the Georgia they come from is the state, not the country. There is one merc however, they really admire.......but they prefer to keep that to themselves.

• What mercs does your OC NOT get along with? Anyone they particularly hate? Why?

Irradiator does NOT get along with scout at all. They don’t hate him, but he is just too social and too much for them to handle, and he makes them anxious. He basically kind of scared them away. They do not appreciate spy’s company and finds him very pretentious and if they do say something to him, it can come across as kind of rude. Spy is the one they come the closest to hating, but they at the very least tolerate his existence and try not to make a huge deal about it. The other mercs they don’t really know well enough to have strong opinions on.

• What is it specifically about your OC’s personality that stands out? Many of the mercs have their own (exaggerated) traits that make them , well, them! (Canon examples are like how soldier is obsessed with America, Medics shockingly Hippocratic approach to medicine, etc.)

Their LOVE for radiation and radioactive materials. Its a part of their personality! Like seriously, its almost kind of concerning how eager they are to expose themselves to radiation. This of course, means semi frequent visits to medic to cure radiation sickness. They keep radioactive things as collectibles and overall are just...Obsessed with it to the point that people start to wonder if its some sort of fetish.....

• Whats an unexpected quality your OC has? A secret hobby or skill or trait that nobody would expect from them?

Perhaps not so unexpected, but their LOVE for bugs. they really enjoy learning about insects!! They really want to have a pet bug, but of course this kinda freaks everyone out except for probably Pyro and Sniper. This is also a factor in why they dislike spy, because of his rude response to them wanting to have a pet bug.

“Gameplay” Questions

• What classes/mercs is your oc strong against?

They have a good amount of power over everyone if used effectively, however, they work the best to counter lower health classes like scout and spy with their dirty (radioactive) grenades that leave radioactive waste that damages and leaves a bleed effect whereever it is that it exploded. This of course means higher health classes have more of a chance against it, but it will cut down the health of a lower health class very easy, and can quickly stop a charge for some time.

• What classes/mercs is your oc weak against?

Most weak against engineer, because radiation does not do anything to a sentry or dispenser. However higher damage classes like Heavy and soldier they are naturally weak against in general. Engineer is their biggest counter, though.

• What would you do to make your character balanced, but still fun to play? Basically what weapons and abilities would you limit? Which ones would you highlight?

Their dirty grenades are limited in supply, and have very little explosion damage, and the radioactive “bleed” effect does not last super long. The radiation also only lasts in an area for about only a minute or so at a time, and gets weaker over time before completely dissipating. The radiation is also incapable of killing any of the mercs on its own. It can only lower health drastically, causing them to have to consider whether or not they want to push on low health, or recover health. Their raygun works similarily, and has a bleed effect as well, but is much higher than the grenades, and is capable of killing through radiation damage. Irradiator themselves can become damaged by their own radiation by standing in too much of it at a time, but the damage output is still greatly reduced. Basically it is sort of like if demoman and the boston basher were combined into a person, lol.

• Would your OC have a special ability or gameplay element unique to them? (Canon examples include Pyro’s pyrovision, Soldiers ability to rocket jump)

Believe it or not? Damage yourself with radiation. No, really. It will increase their run speed and damage, but at the cost of having greatly reduced health. (of course there is a ceiling to this. Super low health does NOT mean super speed and extreme damage.)

• Write a few taunting voice lines your oc would have for when they kill an enemy and want to rub it in.

“Not even the biggest dose of iodine can save you from that!” (iodine is used to treat/prevent radation poisoning.) “And you thought you were a silent killer? Even the most clever spy cannot sneak around radioactivity!” (directed at spy of course) “I suppose the streets of Boston did not teach you the dangers of radiation, no?” (directed at scout)

• Would your OC be effective on the front lines, flanking, ambush, or rear?

Ambush for certain, in my opinion, but i really dont know!

For Fun Questions

• What cosmetics would you like your OC to have? Is there a particular theme? Feel free to include pics of what clothing, hats, or weapons you’d like to see as cosmetics for your OC.

A lot of space age type stuff. Or a hazmat/NBC suit variation of traditional Georgian costumes.

• What bird would your OC’s bird head cosmetic be?

A loon!

• Who would you like to voice act for your OC?

I dont have a specific voice claim honestly. Basically anyone who can do a georgian accent and has a deeper kinda ambigious voice.

• Would your OC have a Team Fortress Classic counterpart like the other mercs do in the comics? What makes your TFC merc different from your TF2 oc?

No, actually. At least not at the peak of the TFC run, which was in the 1930s. The position of the Irradiator would really only exist after or during WW2!

#long post #tf2 oc #tf2 10th class oc #oc: the irradiator

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