#winston archer

[aemiliuslives]

Daily Challenge 2024, Day 15. This is my 3D sculpture of Archer from "Small Soldiers".

#zbrush #3d sculpting #keyshot #render #fan art #daily challlenge #turntable #small soldiers #archer #gorgonites #stan winston #Youtube

[cammie]

right dally everybody knows girls can’t drive (i don’t like the doodle that went alone with the text bubble so i’m posting another picture i’ve posted one million times. leave me alone....)

#that’s from fx’s archer i just thought it was hilarious and that he would say it. that’s not even his car #my art #the outsiders #i love posting the same drawing 50 times in one month #dallas winston

[alixennial]

She is trying her best ✨

#look at winston helping 🥰 #oc indie von galen #newest member of the archers guild #ffxiv

[data2364]

via Trekcore.com

Scott Bakula (Captain Jonathan Archer) and Matt Winston (Agent Daniels) 2002 in Star Trek: Enterprise "Shockwave“ (Part 2)

https://data2364.wordpress.com/2021/12/19/daily-star-trek-19-dezember-2021/

#Star Trek #Star Trek Enterprise #Matt Winston #Scott Bakula #Jonathan Archer #Shockwave 2 #Die Schockwelle 2

[sgiandubh]

'We few, we happy few, we band of brothers'

It is one thing to disprove and even despise The Shire and its netizens. It is a whole other affair to violently bash S's skills, based on absolutely nothing else than spiteful disappointment.

We are being told by Mordor's basement polymaths the man cannot act. It is probably by an unelucidated strike of luck or by charity that he was cast by *** to embody book boyfriend JAMMF, when he has only 5 (five) known facial expressions in his quiver. He was the weakest link of Season 1 cast: I suppose the BJ/Frank Randall 2-in-1 does have a fan club, after all. His acting is wooden. He has chemistry only with C and by Her grace only, because you know, gay as a bag of popcorn. He is a semi-literate hunk, with documented spelling problems. Even more so, when we conveniently toss aside the mounting hysteria during Quarantein Ha-wa-wee disgrace (hey Pooks and all the sock account Dobermans: I hope you remember your Twitter blaze of glory moment every single morning while brushing your teeth). And (also a favorite) he doesn't read, he doesn't prepare, he is sloppy, like that.

God forbid you'd try to set this colossal unfairness straight. You are automatically signed up to the Mommies for Sam Committee and labeled accordingly. Brainless victim (of what, since he is basically useless, but let's not embarrass ourselves with logic), unapologetic limerent inamorata, romantic whale, delusional rural shipper, conspiracy theory troll. Anything goes, really and we know the tune by heart, at this point in time.

Not so long ago, I was re-watching the oath sequence of (5.01) The Fiery Cross, for which I suppose all background/context is superfluous. The only clip I could find has appalling sound, but should still immediately take you back to the Return of the Kilt (starts at 0:56):

It immediately reminded me of this:

This is the extraordinary Henry V Saint Crispin's Day speech. Pure Shakespeare and unmatchable Olivier. It is also a well-documented kamikaze moment of the Battle of Agincourt (1415), when a heavily outnumbered English army defeated in an almost miraculous turn of events the French. Granted, the real speech must have been way more concise, but nevertheless a potent affair, with Henry's cunning use of rumors having it that the French would cut two fingers off each captured archer's right hand, to virtually neutralize them. And his army was, essentially, an army of longbows.

Whatever it was, it worked. It worked so well, that it even gave Winston Churchill the idea of asking Laurence Olivier to broadcast this speech for the BBC some time around 1942 and then make a movie of the whole play, in 1944. Again, context is important -it always is, by the way - and it sheds the right light on Olivier's performance. More than acting, it is damn effective war propaganda, a wonderful patriotic act and completely representative for the "we shall fight them on the beaches and we shall never surrender" spirit. It is also all about acting as summoning of energy: Olivier manages to channel Henry V, he is Henry V and this immediately gives an irresistible depth and truth to his performance.

For contrast, one could compare his version with Branagh's 1989 interpretation (https://youtu.be/y1BhnepZnoo), which I am not adding here for the sake of levity. The main difference is, for me at least, palpable: Olivier completely suppressed his ego, which I am afraid is something impossible to achieve for Branagh. His take on the speech aims to be more modern and natural, and yet it is still all about Branagh promoting his art. And we know it immediately. A fairly honest tableau vivant, but no depth and nowhere near as majestic as the other.

I am not saying here that S is on par with Laurence Olivier. That would really mean being a romantic whale and I am the one you start to get, I hope, acquainted with. What I am saying is that this guy you just love to humiliate and endlessly cackle about every single day God makes, really, deliberately knows what he is doing in there. I would bet handsome money on S carefully watching and re-watching Olivier's Saint Crispin's Day monologue, in order to prepare for that particular scene. The similarities are, to me, evident, as is the consistent hard work and - dare I say it?- massive talent. It's all about owning the scene and being in the moment. And it is arresting, at times.

All of this is not exactly some shipper far-fetched speculation. S wrote, after all, in Waypoints (and the reference is way too spot on to believe in a kind gesture of the ghostwriter) that he "devoured"

I see great things. I see a very gifted guy who has no ego (C was spot on and for an actor, that is a blessing) and also probably no idea of his (considerable) acting range. I also see a guy who, spare for OL, has been grossly, unfairly miscast and overlooked. And who was determined to take whatever was available or easy on the schedule, in order to remain relevant. I may not be a good client for his booze, but I would pay handsomely to see him in something along the lines of For Whom The Bell Tolls. Or even (if you want a more exotic but oh, so rewarding alternative) a still inexplicably missing Western adaptation of Bulgakov's Master and Margarita (probably not the best times for that one, but still: Bulgakov was, after all, born in Kyiv and not really a fan, to say the least, of tyrants). That's exactly how damn good he is.

How was it, Kidneystone BIF? Oh. "No boundaries. No respect. No class." Exactly, madam. You said it yourself.

#Youtube

[gayest-classiclit]

list of guys in the autism bracket: this will be updated as we get more dudes. submissions are here for ease of access

pierre bezukhov, war and peace

natasha rostova, war and peace

tanya larina, eugene onegin

ishmael, moby dick

lancelot, arthurian literature

javert, les miserables

myshkin, the idiot

sherlock holmes, sherlock holmes

fitzwilliam darcy, pride and prejudice

gregor samsa, the metamorphosis

edmond dantes, the count of monte cristo

newland archer, the age of innocence

winston smith, 1984

victor frankenstein, frankenstein

malvolio, twelfth night

oblomov, oblomov

fanny price, mansfield park

inspector goole, an inspector calls

holden caulfield, the catcher in the rye

clarisse mcclellan, fahrenheit 451

mina murray harker, dracula

fezzik, the princess bride

anne shirley cuthbert, anne of green gables

nick carraway, the great gatsby

boo radley, to kill a mockingbird

enjolras, les miserables

phileas fogg, around the world in 80 days

the following don't have (sufficient) propaganda and are likely to be kicked out of the tournament:

inigo montoya, the princess bride

the scarecrow, the wizard of oz

ulysses/odysseus, the odyssey

hercule poirot, agatha christie's books

laura, carmilla

the little prince, the little prince

king louis xiii, the three musketeers

#classic lit autism swag bracket

[names-for-alters]

Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

Findo Tach Tails Flicker Tracer Kat Iris Blu Brick Arlo Sammy Artie Finn Stein Aleksandr Vora Olive Luna Nyx Cyrus Qrow Orian Cello Onyx Skye Grim Opal Dawn Azure Fish Bones Poppy Bronze Eggs Sparky Specs Snickers Trout Navi Bingo Chili Bandit Stripe Busker Socks Brandy Frisky Winston Lucky Chucky Bently Judo Rusty Max Honey Indie Calypso Striker Merle Moxxie Vex Ant Bugger Bee Spider Tails Hook Indigo Amber Coco Coral Scarlet Ivory Jade Ruby Emerald Chuck Loden Copper Hamelin Neo Shepard Cinnamon Visor Macalister Soul Hack Hiccup Flynn Rider Astrid Jay Raven Robyn Bolt Dagger Viper Tracer Cornwall Flock Sapphire Crystal Ghost Mochi Trick Catra Rose Raven Flip Chani Racket Red Crimson Dragon Runt Scotch Tellie Gator Croc Crow Goat Duck Creeper Kuma Jet Jeep Draco Poppy Sombra Raine Squish Spike Blaze Ender Drake Sandy MK PJ DJ CJ MJ King Creak Shadow Clay Dusty Miles Dart Willow Antonius Husk Moth Cypher Jin Yin Yang Daisy Gray / Grey Alistair Halo Angel Cake Fennec Fox Null Lull Bastion Lucky Sun Star Cosmo Tweety Vox Nerys Sonic Bark Birch Oak Cherry Blossom Peaches Velvet Shell Coffee Valley Fang Moot Redpath Pudding X V Jr Ether Fig Trunk Joy Frogger Snowflake Snowball Snow Jumper Racket Flare Vendetta Loonie Coin Six Eleven Tropica Stelina Mojave Ink Sud Fender Zero Pollen Wysteria Page Ozias Rex Tortch Buck Nickel Stripe Lynch Tramp Wolf Pup Tank Jhariah Kharma Zenith Sparrow Prism Lemon Mune Lamb Pyke Diamond Parker Graves Fizz Nugget Melody Tink Blight Fangless Ambress Vulture Eclipse Luka Bangle Constance Constantine Sommar Babble Clank Bobble Chipper Aidan Slate Tin Twire Zephyr Silver Misty Faunus Atlas Birdie Brook Cedar Chip Coal Daisy Ember Faye Fate Fern Flint Harmony Helios Ivy Junx Kit Lyria Phoebe Piper Lady Beacon Elos Rumble Ida Cross Zed Scootie Smidge Clauger Happy Sonny Hath Soldier River Song Clawtor Videl Legen Onen Chunk Reid Pop Cobra Cash Clover Saris Volante Donna Belladonna Gale Chopper Morphias Vidia Loft Kape Levi Licker Howl Dustin Newt Creek Breezy Polaris Blight Archer Sirius Warren Dream Goon Cookie Ranger Amity Jericho Viggo Besko Asra Alice Olaf Mossfeld Issic Missy Rascal Creasy Nonya Hex Pita Miguel Manuel Rayburn Daisy Dash Lucky Becky Steele Cylo Featherstone Kingston Netherfield Reacher Saltburn Quick Rubble Dust Brimstone Humble Ado Grover Norvanos Leshy Blade Cooper Calcium

Leo

Leonardo

Lebony

Silver

Linzier

Pearl

blackberry

Tatin

Bud

Raphael

Pebble

Mina

Linda

Oolong

Daeo/Dayo/Dao

Inco

Ketlyn

Risa

Ines

Lora

Flock

Lux

Rix

Reah

Destinty

Bet

Ange

Krixa

Lalien

Gloom

Bug

Rozy

Mars

Screech

Jenny

Robert

Patrick

Pierre Rosemary

Henderson

Mayfield

Sinclair

Sullivan

Hart

Solace

Daughtler

Stoll

Gatlin

Yearwood

Amos

Graves

Rothschild

Halley

Spektor

Presley

Redd

Blackwood

Notvletti

Valerie

Milo

Marian

Lychee

Aiden

Nova

Vel

Bel

Yuri

Puro

Pluto

Ramona

Angel

Nada

Shen

Mog

Hania

Udge

Kinetic

Kikos Wathel

Dupa

Sierre

Jimor

Teddy

coc

Scara

River

Shade

Foenem

Duck

Emily

Toast

Reunna

Ichigo

Rae

Sonic

MoonL

Lennus

cabaran

Marto

Leveer

Granite

#alter names #names for alters #osdd #did #endo neutral #names #list of names #random names #good names #introjects #osddid #fictives #need names? I got names #name hoard #name requests #names for you

[breaniebree]

Kismet Characters & Family Trees Part Twelve:

Remus Lupin (10 March 1960) GRYFFINDOR m. Nymphadora Tonks (18 May 1972) HUFFLEPUFF (1995): 1. Harry Potter (31 July 1980) m. Ginevra Weasley (11 August 1981) (2000): i) James “Jamie�� Sirius Potter GRYFFINDOR (5 April 2004) m. Hadley Grace Pritchard (2005) RAVENCLAW (2029): a) Rhysand James Potter (28 May 2032) GRYFFINDOR b) Emerson Fleamont Potter (11 March 2035) GRYFFINDOR c) Flynn Harry Potter (2 July 2037) GRYFFINDOR d) Grace Ginevra Potter (18 December 2040) GRYFFINDOR ii) Albus “Alby” Fleamont Potter (1 June 2006) SLYTHERIN m. Scorpius Malfoy (6 January 2006) SLYTHERIN (2031): a) Lyra Astoria Malfoy (1 June 2037) RAVENCLAW b) Celeste Ginevra Malfoy (5 March 2039) RAVENCLAW c) Archer Kai Malfoy (6 July 2044) SLYTHERIN iii) Lily Luna Potter (3 November 2007) GRYFFINDOR m. Oakley Wood (8 January 2007) GRYFFINDOR (2028): a) Nash Oliver Wood (31 July 2030) GRYFFINDOR m. Nixie Sparks (2032) RAVENCLAW (2058): aa) Sirius Harry Wood (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR bb) Remus Oakley Wood (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR b) Noah Harry Wood (31 July 2030) GRYFFINDOR  c) Magnolia “Lia” Katherine Wood (2 May 2033) RAVENCLAW d) Zinnia “Zin” Ginevra Wood (11 August 2035) HUFFLEPUFF  e) Zahira “Zee” Sorcha Wood (11 August 2035) HUFFLEPUFF iv) Cedrella “Ella” Theodora Potter (21 October 2010) SLYTHERIN m. Spencer Kane-Nott (3 July 2010) SLYTHERIN (2036): a) Logan Theodore Kane-Nott (23 March 2040) GRYFFINDOR b) Zeke Harry Kane-Nott (21 January 2042) SLYTHERIN  c) Nolan Everett Kane-Nott (11 November 2044) RAVENCLAW d) Westley Sebastian Kane-Nott (9 December 2046) GRYFFINDOR v) Everett Arthur Potter (21 October 2010) RAVENCLAW m. Xara Scamander (13 September 2016) RAVENCLAW (2039): a) Hazel Ella Potter (2 September 2040) HUFFLEPUFF  b) Galina Xara Potter (28 April 2042) RAVENCLAW  c) Landon Everett Potter (19 June 2044) GRYFFINDOR d) Waverly Luna Potter (7 February 2046) RAVENCLAW vi) Genevieve “Evie” Zahira Potter (9 May 2012) HUFFLEPUFF m. Christian Lyon (2008) RAVENCLAW (2033): a) Leif Christian Lyon (1 October 2035) GRYFFINDOR b) Autumn Ella Lyon (21 September 2038) HUFFLEPUFF c) Winter Willow Lyon (21 December 2041) RAVENCLAW d) Summer Lily Lyon (21 June 2043) GRYFFINDOR e) Spring Rose Lyon (21 March 2047) HUFFLEPUFF vii) Henry Remus Potter (31 July 2020) GRYFFINDOR m. Daniella Zabini (7 July 2018) RAVENCLAW (2049): a) Cameron Blaise Potter (1 January 2052) GRYFFINDOR b) Aidan Hunter Potter (23 July 2055) GRYFFINDOR  c) Jameson Henry Potter (14 March 2058) GRYFFINDOR  d) Emilia Ginevra Potter (17 August 2060) RAVENCLAW viii) Hunter Colten Potter (31 July 2020) GRYFFINDOR m. Sloane Hart (2023) GRYFFINDOR (2046): a) Simon Hunter Potter (14 February 2049) RAVENCLAW b) Shay Cedrella Potter (14 February 2049) HUFFLEPUFF  c) Colin Fleamont Potter (7 March 2053) GRYFFINDOR  d) Beckett James Potter (19 June 2055) HUFFLEPUFF  e) Parker Harry Potter (24 September 2059) SLYTHERIN f) Noelle Ginevra Potter (25 December 2061) GRYFFINDOR 2. Edward “Teddy” Remus Lupin (11 April 1998) HUFFLEPUFF m. Victoire Weasley (2 May 1999) RAVENCLAW (2020): a) Liam Remus Lupin (6 February 2022) GRYFFINDOR m. Naomi Winston (2024) HUFFLEPUFF (2048): i) Andromeda Lupin (2050) HUFFLEPUFF ii) Hope Lupin (2054) RAVENCLAW iii) Lyla Lupin (2058) SLYTHERIN b) Charlotte “Charlie” Dora Lupin (9 June 2024) RAVENCLAW m. Luke Logan (2024) SLYTHERIN (2050): i) John Logan (2054) SLYTHERIN ii) Declan Logan (2059) RAVENCLAW c) Kingston Harry Lupin (17 April 2027) GRYFFINDOR m. Lorelai Robards (2030) GRYFFINDOR (2057): i) Thomas James “TJ” Lupin (2060) GRYFFINOR

Thanks to @ellieoryan7447 for taking the time and effort to create these!

#harry potter fanfiction #breanie #the world of asc #the kismet trilogy #the kismet trilogy by breanie #characters and family trees

[blukrown]

Purge It From Your Mind (NSFW)

Cole Cassidy/Hanzo Shimada (Yeehan)

Cole Cassidy had a problem. A problem that was about the size and weight of a Japanese archer that had him distracted on missions and his mind always wandering. After all, how could he not?

Read it on AO3 here

WARNING! This fic features - Sexual acts

Cole Cassidy had a problem. A problem that was about the size and weight of a Japanese archer that had him distracted on missions and his mind always wandering. After all, how could he not?

Hanzo Shimada was a man of steel and trained-wit, poise and elegance. Cole always found himself looking to Hanzo in the shooting range. Hoping to catch a glance of well-earned muscles pulling taught as it pulled back the bow’s string. Watching his fingers graze the tail end of the arrow, tracing over the artificial feathers before he let them fly. Trying not to ogle at Hanzo’s state of dress, which often had one side of his torso revealed to show off one of the man’s well-toned pecs and nipple, which was almost like a target for Cole’s eyes to shoot straight to.

Cole had had thoughts of the less savory sort about the archer too. Wanting to see if his skin coloured when he was embarrassed or lustful. Wondering how big he was beneath his traditional robes. Dreaming of laying waste to those soft lips by kisses or something even more unsavoury.

After a month of Hanzo’s presence haunting him. Cole knew this had to stop. He would be a liability on missions and just more of a bumbling fool if he did not get this archer out of his head.

But he did not have to worry, as he already had a well-concocted plan that had already proved successful several times.

When Cole’s eyes began to wander and daydream of things not appropriate for the current arrangement, Cole Cassidy made an illicit arrangement.

It worked with Ashe when he was in the Deadlock Gang and with Gabriel when he was in Blackwatch.

The strategy was for Cole to fuck these thoughts out of his system. One night, to indulge in these desires and then it was like he had never had the urge in the first place. Once the deed was done, he would preface the arrangement as a one-off sort of thing and then Cole and the person who had been occupying his mind would become amicable once again.

So it came to be that one night, after a successful mission, the team had drinks back at base. Winston’s usual strict no alcohol or drugs policy had been wavered thin by things like Cole’s cigars and Lucio’s blunts. So Winston had thrown the policy out the door after a lot of pleading from a few of the newer recruits.

The perfect opportunity.

With liquid courage in both him and Hanzo, he would have a perfect in for conversation of the less professional variety.

Cole had a few beers and some of Tjorbjorn’s well-bragged whisky, while he could see Hanzo sipping at wine and shots of soju with Hana and Genji.

As some of the older members like Ana, Soldier: 76 and Reinhardt started retreating and some of the younger members were now all too distracted by the holo-screen and some racing game to notice, Cole made his approach.

Hanzo, at this point, was sitting at one of the tables in the rec room by the windows. There was no moonlight but the dulled artificial lights of the kitchen to light up the archer’s face to see he was looking outside. He looked contemplative, with a slight furrow of his brow nonetheless, he at least looked peaceful. Cole had the thought to not bother him, there would be other opportunities but Hanzo looked away from the window just as Cole had paused his approach.

“Cassidy,” Hanzo said with a polite nod of the head, acknowledging his presence.

Cole pulled from his collection a smaller but still cocky smirk as he took a few steps further forward to hover at Hanzo’s table. “Evenin’ Shimada.” He said, giving an out-of-habit tip of the hat.

“Is there something you need from me this evening?” Hanzo asked, one of his hands reaching out to the empty soju glass and rolling it by the base of the glass.

Cole let out a huff of a chuckle, “What, I can’t come over and join you in your silent contemplation?”

“No, but I have a sense that is not the reason,” Hanzo says, his handsome eyes looking unflinchingly into his.

Cole let out another chuckle and he found himself lifting his flesh hand to stroke his beard in an awkward fidget. “Ye got me there.” For a moment he paused his usual routine at this point stunted by Hanzo’s dept perceptive eyes.

His grin grew as he placed his mechanical hand down on the table and leaned, allowing his hip to touch the table in a self-assured way to enter Hanzo’s personal space. “I was curious to see if you wanted some company tonight, someone to warm your bed perhaps?” Cole’s grin only widened as he found his edge again.

He had expected Hanzo to blush, to avert his eyes, to bluster out surprise, or some combination of all three. But instead, one of Hanzo’s eyebrows arched.

“And you are offering yourself, cowboy?” Hanzo asked, steeled face loosening into the smallest of smirks.

Cole felt his skin warm, surprised by the sudden flirtation in Hanzo’s voice. He gave a small but distinct nod. “O-Of course. How could I not? You were lookin’ mighty fine in the field today. Must admit I couldn’t keep my eyes offa you.”

Hanzo seemed, shockingly, unperturbed. As if Cole was talking about the weather rather than offering him sex.

“Well,” Hanzo began as he stood from his chair. “Shall we meet at your quarters in an hour, then?”

Cole’s veneer almost broke at how casual Hanzo took up his invite but he did not lose face. “Sounds like a plan, partner.”

Hanzo gave him another graceful nod, taking his glass to the sink on his way.

Cole heard Genji from the couch, where he had been pleading with Hana to let him choose the map, when he must have seen his older brother leave. “Nii-san, going to bed so soon?” Genji called with his partially mechanized voice.

“Indeed, I wish to rest for I may be doing some physical endeavours.” His eyes glancing to Cole where he still stood at the table by the window.

“Training?” Genji replied, and then let out a small chuckle. “You never rest, do you, brother?”

Hanzo did not oblige the question with an answer, only giving another bow-like nod to the room at large before making his exit.

One tenuous, painful, snail’s paced hour went by.

Cole had retreated to his quarters and quickly ensured his bed and room were neat, thereby leaving him about 50 minutes left. He then went to the balcony just from his quarters for a cigar, which had him at 20 minutes. A quick toilet break took it to 15 minutes. Cole could have sworn his clock was broken or just mocking him as it slowly climbed up the numbers. Just as the clock clicked to an hour since Cole’s offer, and he was considering going to get a bottle of water from the kitchen fridge, when there was a knock at the door.

Cole shot up from where he had been laying on his back on the bed. Quickly checked one last time that his quarters were in acceptable condition, then got to the door. Unsurprisingly and right on time, Hanzo stood on the other side. Instead of his field gear, which he had still worn at the spontaneous party earlier, he had dressed down.

He now wore a skivvy-like turtleneck that held tight to his body and his distinct frame, along with cargo pants that were belted up higher on his waste. He looked . . . nice. Was the most controlled thing Cole could think of as his eyes tried not to stare at how his nipples pointed hard through the fabric.

Cole must have paused at the door as Hanzo raised an eyebrow, “May I come in?”

“Wha- Oh, hah, yeah by all means.” Cole blustered, feeling his face tingling with warmth as he stepped aside to allow Hanzo entrance.

Hanzo took a few steps in and allowed his eyes to look over the quarters before turning back to Cole.

Before he could pull out one of his several lines of lewd suggestions or cocky quips, Hanzo was stepping towards him. Cole was surprised to feel himself step back until his back was to the adjacent wall. Hanzo’s hands took to either side of Cole, impeding any possible exit.

Cole must have appeared surprised as Hanzo’s eyebrows furrowed. “Are you sure this is what you want, Cassidy?”

Cole let out a small laugh, trying to pull his swagger from where he must have dropped it. “Of course, darlin’. What about you?”

“Of course. The only other question I must ask is, how far would you prefer this interaction to go?” Hanzo’s voice was strong and certain, serious but not concerned.

“As far as you’ll let me have.” Cole quickly replied, trying to find some way to put Hanzo on the back foot.

“Then I will have you in many ways,” Hanzo said before he leaned forward, raising himself on his toes partially to take Cole’s mouth into a kiss.

Cole was surprised by the certainty of Hanzo’s lips. Unflinching and confident as they grazed his own. He could feel Hanzo’s beard tickle his cheek but that only reeled him in more. Lips gilded and Cole was - although very much enjoying it - trying to find how to get the reigns back on this. He took both hands to both sides of Hanzo’s waist, enjoying the feeling of strength in the muscles but also the small sizzle of lust as he realized how small his waist was.

Hanzo gave Cole’s bottom lip a playful nibble as his own smooth but finger-tip calloused hands came to his face. One cupped the side of Cole’s face to keep him close, urging him to stay and deepen the embrace. The other went to the back of his head, carding through the back of Cole’s mussed hair.

Cole restrained a shiver, very much enjoying those thoughtful hands, finally, on him. Trying to get back on top, Cole let his tongue dash out and was very quickly greeted by Hanzo’s own. Appearing like he was losing the fight by the kiss, he may still win the war by touch. The hands at either of Hanzo’s hips pulled the archer closer until they were chest to chest.

He could hear a huff of air come from Hanzo’s nose, clearly not bothered by the gesture. Cole made a grunting noise of his own when one of Hanzo’s knees went between either of Cole’s legs in a round-a-bout but very intentional way. Cole’s crotch, although awakened already by now, started heating as it felt the friction of Hanzo’s knee. This only being exacerbated when Hanzo, carefully, tugged at the hair between his fingers.

Cole let out another moan, surprising even himself that he enjoyed it. Let himself reel in the sensations of a deepening and growingly messy kiss and Hanzo’s well-calculated touch. But he could not allow Hanzo to keep leading, this was not how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to lead, which would allow him to get this lustful-crotch demon to release the grip Hanzo had on his mind.

He used the hands-on Hanzo’s hips to usher them away from the wall, in the direction of the bed. His hands tugged at Hanzo’s turtleneck until his hands pulled away from him to lift to allow it to vanish from his person.

As they reached the bed, Cole was ready to have Hanzo fall on his back and to go on top of him. Thereby by the de facto leader and for this all to get back on track. But, once again, Hanzo had other plans. Just at the last moment, Hanzo swivelled them both around until it was Cole’s back to the mattress, not the archers. And without even breaking their lips apart, Hanzo gracefully climbed on top to sit in Cole’s lap.

Heart beating fast in his chest in both lust-related excitement but also adrenaline, Cole could not help but chuckle. “I’m impressed.” He uttered through tongues and lips, objectively giving Hanzo a compliment for the maneuver.

Hanzo actually pulled away from the kiss, allowing both men to take large breaths. “Do not think that I am so easily swayed to subservience, cowboy,” Hanzo said, voice far more gravelly than Cole was expecting and the use of the nickname all going straight to his cock, which was already beginning to tent in his slack jeans.

Cole let out another singular huff of a laugh, “Duly noted, darlin’.” Was all he could muster before Hanzo recaptured his lips.

This time, the kiss was rougher, even more messy and Cole did not resist. Although this was not as he planned, he was beginning to like this assertive, taking what he wants, Hanzo. It was something that Cole would not have expected from the archer.

Both of Hanzo’s hands retreated back to Cole’s hair, combing through and taking a very fine grip. Not to tug but to pull till it was felt and Cole did not restrain a grunt in silent pleased acknowledgement. Cole’s own hands retreated to Hanzo’s hips, jostling the archer only slightly in his open lap to align Hanzo’s firm ass with Cole’s burgeoning erection. It was then Cole had considered something. Maybe Hanzo wanted to top? Afterall, he had pretty much unofficially taken the reigns to the rodeo. Perhaps this meant Cole would be receiving more ways than one? Cole had been the bottom a few times before but he had not prepared for that likelihood tonight.

But his thoughts were dashed as he felt Hanzo hips roll above him, rubbing his rear against Cole’s crotch to great effect, as it appears to both of them. They both pulled their lips away to let out simultaneous moans of pleasure.

Just to affirm his suspicions, Cole squeezed Hanzo’s hips, not to stop his grinding motions back and forth but to grab his attention. “You want me to take top?”

Hanzo had lowered his head to rest his forehead on the mattress below, his lips and facial hair tickling the nape of Cole’s neck.

“If you wish it,” Hanzo murmured, his voice low and only for Cole’s keened ears as his hips continued their gyrations. “I had prepared for such a possibility.”

The thought of Hanzo having spent the past hour preparing in such a way. Perhaps fingering himself to widen his hole out but not cumming just for the possibility of being fucked by Cole was something that - Cole Cassidy would not admit - nearly tipped him over the edge.

Biting on the inside of his cheek to keep from ending far too soon, Cole still let out a grunt at the thought. “W-Well, we better start movin’ along.”

“Indeed.” Hanzo almost whispered. His dept fingers lowering from Cole’s head to reach for the hem of Cole’s shirt.

Obliging, Cole arched his back, allowing Hanzo to push his shirt up his body and over his head to vanish to the floor somewhere. The archer’s hands then from neck to shoulders, dragged his calloused fingers over his chest, running over his pecs and down his stomach. Eliciting a visible shiver as Cole felt Hanzo’s lips kiss his neck.

Hanzo’s hands did not pause, intent on a mission Cole was very keen to continue. Without even looking, and impressing Cole, Hanzo undid the belt, button and fly of Cole’s pants in one swift motion. Waiting only for Cole to lift his hips up to ruck the jeans down to his ankles and to kick them off his feet to the floor.

Cole, no longer fighting for dominance only to continue things right along, took to Hanzo’s pant waistband but found he had far more difficulty undoing the almost mocking top button.

“Lil’ help, darlin’?” Cole said gruffly, knowing he would only make a fool of himself if he continued.

“Not to worry,” Hanzo murmured, lifting his head to take Cole’s lips on his own as the archer’s fingers replaced his own. Easily, the pants loosened and, with quick succession, also disappeared.

Now both only in their underwear, the friction that Hanzo continued by his rolling hips against Cole’s cock, now through his briefs, was far more noticeable.

Hanzo, still kissing Cole managed to muster, “Would you like me to keep going? I could also use my hand.”

The thought made Cole’s cock twitch against Hanzo’s ass. Cole could only manage a nod and a, “Yeah.”

Hanzo readjusted himself a bit further back on Cole’s lap and Cole could very easily see Hanzo’s own tented excitement through his rather immodest jock strap.

Hanzo’s teasing hands, did a similar dragging to the fingertips down Cole’s chest only this time on the sides. Apart from ticklish, it was almost mocking as the archer took his sweet time before his hands grazed the waists and of Cole’s briefs. Almost as if Hanzo wanted him to feel his fingers and familiarise himself with his touch before going below.

Cole’s hips could but help but buck, urging Hanzo to go over his clothes, just for another scant touch.

Hanzo must have noticed this as he let out a chuckle. “You’re quite impatient.” He said in an observant whisper as he came lower to kiss where his jaw and neck met.

“Y-You’d be surprised what you’ve been doin’ to be so far -.” Cole mumbled before a grunt interrupted as he felt Hanzo playfully bite down on the skin of his neck. His lips then enfolded the abused skin in an open kiss and sucked it, urging the skin to colour into a bruise.

Hanzo lifted his head back to Cole’s face to take back his lips again as his hand, finally, slipped below the cloth of the briefs to touch him.

His hand trailed from base to tip, not holding him in a handful but rather cupping the length. Hanzo’s fingers reached the tip where his thumb rubbed over the slit, spreading the droplet of precum that was beginning to tear.

Cole bit down on his bottom lip to hold back a groan as Hanzo took his length into a solid grip. At a steady pace, he dragged the excess skin up and down to great satisfaction on Cole’s end. So much so his end was coming too close for comfort that he took to grab at Hanzo’s wrist.

“S-Sorry.” Cole grumbled into the kiss. “I ain’t gonna last much longer if you were to continue, darlin’.”

Hanzo realised his touch on Cole’s cock and sat up in the cowboys lap.

It was then that Cole got a full view of Hanzo and, boy, he had to wonder how he was going to forget and move on from this night.

Cole had kept on the inbuilt bedside lamp to provide some tempered lighting and he could only thank himself for doing so. Hanzo's face was a stoic mask apart from his cheeks that were dusted pink and his darkening lips from unbridled kissing, the archer may have looked just as he was any other day. At close examination, Hanzo’s hair was gradually falling from its bun, some locks falling down his face. Going down, Cole had seen Hanzo’s bare chest before but up close it was something else. Strong pectoral muscles and the dash of visible abs only emphasised the difference between the archer’s broad shoulders and his tapered waist. And then there was Hanzo’s underwear. Cole had felt a strap when they had been disrobbing but he was still surprised to see Hanzo in a rather bold navy blue jock strap. Hanzo’s cock stood firm and erect, straining against the fabric. As well as, to Cole’s delight, dampening at the spot where the tip of Hanzo’s member pressed painfully to the cloth. He did not hide the direction of his eyes as he looked over the delectable sight.

“Shall we continue on? Or should I just sit here and you can continue ogling me?” Hanzo said with only a twinge of impatience in his voice.

“Sorry,” Cole said, sitting up. “You can’t blame me though.”

Hanzo only let out a soft huff, moving off of Cole as he moved up the bed. Now with his back supported by the wall and a few pillows, Cole gestured for Hanzo to rejoin him, which the archer did without pause.

“Now,” Cole said, welcoming the feeling of Hanzo’s ass against his cock. “Where were we?”

“I believe you were about to fuck me, I was not mistaken,” Hanzo said bluntly.

Cole could not help but snort at the honesty and he felt Hanzo softly hit the side of his arm, clearly not impressed.

“Sorry, sorry,” Cole said, pressing his lips together to quell a full laugh. “I-I am just surprised that you're so . . . so brazen.”

“Oh?” Hanzo asked, crossing his arms over his chest as a single eyebrows rose.

“N-Not that it's a bad thing.” Cole hastily explained. “I was just not expecting it from you . . .”

“What, did you think I was going to be a blushing maiden?” Hanzo said, his tone almost joking but when he saw Cole’s face he frowned. “Well, you’re not the first.”

“Again, I don’t mind.” Cole consoled the archer. “Sorry about ruining the mood.”

Hanzo let out a small huff of a laugh, “Oh please, you would have probably ruined the mood in some other way, anyway.”

Cole let out a mocking gasp of hurt, “Presumptuous and domineering, really surprising me here Shimada.”

“And you’re annoying me, Cassidy,” Shimada said tursly.

Cole let out a chuckle, “Alright, alright. I’ll stop.” He let his flesh hand reach to touch Hanzo’s cheeks and he was silently pleased to feel the archer lean into the touch. “C’mere.” He urged, his voice lower as his hand urged Hanzo’s face down to him.

Hanzo’s look of bitterness softened to something Cole could not describe as they kissed again.

Cole surprised even himself to find their kiss this time was beginning tenderly. Soft and patient. Both mouths caressing and pressing to the other in a way that was not necessarily lustful but still made goosebumps rise on Cole’s forearms.

Within a few minutes, however, the kiss grew more heated and the hands of both men started to wander again.

Cole was pleased to feel a hand creep up to card in his hair again, holding Cole close to the archer as Hanzo took the lead. Guiding him in a kiss that soon included tongue and the occasional nip of teeth.

Cole’s hands adventured from hips to Hanzo’s behind, giving the two sets of muscles an experimental squeeze. He heard Hanzo grunt against him, arching his back and rotating his hips to grind against Cole’s front again.

After a few moments, Cole reluctantly pulled his lips away to grunt out. “Bedside table, there’s- uh lube and condoms in the top drawer.” Knowing he could not reach it, he offered the directions to Hanzo to do with them as he will.

The archer did not say a word, pulling away for only a few moments to stretch out to find the needed items. In those moments, Cole got an enjoyable little sight of Hanzo’s back. He got to see the muscles ripple and tighten as they stretched and turned not dissimilar over the pulling of the string of a bow.

Cole reached out to take the bottle and wrapped condom but Hanzo held them. “May I?” The archer asked, husky-voiced but polite as ever.

“By all means,” Cole responded, leaning back to watch and help if need be.

Hanzo put the bottle aside and put the wrapper between his teeth but did not open it just yet. His hands reached to Cole’s underwear and with a look to him, that warranted no objection, made quick moves to remove the last article of clothing as well as his own.

Hanzo was quick to rip the wrapping and with dept hands placed the condom right side up on the tip of Cole’s cock and down the length. The touch was a welcome one and Hanzo, kindly, let him savour it. The archer allowed his wrists to do a few jerks of his member before he occupied himself with the lube.

Cole hid his small feeling of discomfort as the cool lube touched the outer casing of his condom-covered length and welcomed Hanzo’s hand on his cock as he spread the drizzle along it.

Cole’s heartbeat was loud in his ears but he could still hear Hanzo as, after a dashing kiss, asked, “Ready?”

“Whenever you are, darlin’,” Cole replied, managing a grin as he watched on.

Hanzo, all while facing Cole, rose high on his knees, his hand reaching behind him to direct Cole’s length as he lowered. He kept the hands he held at Hanzo’s hips tense but not tight, conveying the thrill that sent blood down to Cole’s member to make it twitch. He felt Hanzo’s puckered entrance greet the tip and Cole bit the inside of his mouth, his mind going ahead of himself as it conjured just what to expect beyond. Hanzo, either truly very prepared or very eager or both, lowered with quick ease and - in one clean motion - descended until bottoming out.

Cole let his head roll on his shoulders as he felt a groan rumble in his throat and through his mouth. The hands on Hanzo’s hips squeezed as he gave himself a moment to take in the sensation of being inside the archer. Hanzo was tight but not discomforting, warm yet solid. And when Hanzo gave an experimental squeeze, the archer did not hide the smallest of smirks as he saw Cole moan.

“F-Fuck,” Cole moaned, raising his head to try for a cocky smile. “You really have surprised me tonight.”

“And I will continue if you will let me,” Hanzo replied, not looking too worse for wear apart from his chest rising and falling in quick succession.

“Please do,” Cole said, trying his best not to sound too pleading.

Hanzo reached and put both hands on either of Cole’s shoulders as a brace point and Cole could not deny the enjoyment of feeling Hanzo’s hard-pressing hands against him.

The archer was careful as he lifted his hips, although the muscles obliging, the entrance was tight and reluctant causing it to be very gratifying in Cole’s most lustful of opinions. Just as Cole’s tip was about to feel to cool air of the bedroom, Hanzo dropped taking him all back in with one fell swoop. Both men gasped and groaned at the sensation and paused just for a second. Cole had the urge to say another quip but kept it to himself, finding he did not want to distract Hanzo.

Hanzo let out a heavy breath, the fingers at Cole’s shoulders squeezing experimentally as he began a pace. Although not as dramatic a thrusting as the first, Hanzo created a good and gratifying rhythm. Lifting his hips slowly, dragging Cole’s cock against an inner wall that made Hanzo almost whimper. Then dropping with gravity quickly, pressing Cole’s member as deep and as hard as comfortably possible to, in Cole’s suspicions, press on the most desirable of spots.

Cole let himself be used by Hanzo, which he found he actually quite enjoyed. Almost being a viewer as he spectated Hanzo lay waste to his ass by riding Cole’s cock. Hanzo was soon out of breath but determined, brunting the bulk of the work but to his own detriment. Cole soon felt the hands at his shoulders begin to shake as overexertion and pleasure seemed to be threatening him to lose his inner beat.

Cole took a firmer grip on Hanzo’s hips, not pulling him or tugging him but to steady what he was about to do. As, to help both of them reach their cusp, Cole started to thrust upwards just as Hanzo came down. Each time Cole wanted all the more to press to that pleasurable place.

Cole could feel his end nearing, feel it in the tightening in his balls and the soft pleasing ache at the tip of his cock. He was looking forward to his end, feeling his climax crash over him and seeing it take hold of Hanzo.

His hands gripped tightly on Hanzo’s thighs, urging to keep going but uttering a warning. “H-Han, I’m gettin’ close.” His voice was gruff and faltering as the wave of his end kept building

Cole watched with great satisfaction as Hanzo bit his bottom lip screwing his eyes shut in focus. His forehead was shimmering with sweat at the exercise. Clearly wishing to quicken his own end, he took a hand from Cole’s shoulder and reached down. Taking his own cock in hand, he started pumping himself hastily. Unlike his hips which were still rolling in that same mirthful rhythm, the archer’s hand was feverish, uncaring of patience.

The sight of this, seeing Hanzo at his most vulnerable, cock in hand and inside him all the while becoming a sweaty and blissful mess, had Cole climaxing. He could not help but squeeze Hanzo’s hips to the point of bruising, his toes curling and his back arching. His hips bucked rather unceremoniously as he pumped as much of his own ejaculant as deep as possible into Hanzo.

As Cole was slowly coming down from his own high, he could, through bleary eyes, see Hanzo reach his own.

Hips ceasing when Cole finished, Hanzo's hand desperately jerked his own length until he crashed. The hand that was still on Cole’s shoulder squeezed so hard he felt Hanzo’s nails dig into the skin. Cum then spilled into Hanzo’s and on Cole’s stomach. His insides tightening so firmly that, if Cole had not cum before, he would have most certainly then. The archer then let out one long moan, fading off into a heavy sigh as his body soon loosened.

The archer, still with Cole inside him, lowered till he was laying on top of the other man. Both of their chests heaving and  sticking to each other thanks to the post-coital sweat. For a moment there was silence as breathing evened and their body temperature soon cooled.

Cole was only partly disappointed as Hanzo sat up and soon unseated himself around Cole’s cock.

“There’s a towel that you can use by the door,” Cole offered, pointing. He would get it himself but his legs had started to fall asleep and were tingling with pins and needles.

Hanzo was quick to get up and return with the rag, wiping himself clean as he stood. Cole let out a grunt as he sat up, pulling the condom carefully off his now limpening cock. He then tied the end and threw it in the bin by the bed. Hanzo had rejoined him on the bed by now and, in silent offering, used the rag to wipe the archer’s cum off Cole’s stomach.

“Did you . . .” Cole began awkwardly, “Did you enjoy yerself?”

There was a glimmer in Hanzo eye of surprise as a small but meaningful smile took to his lips. “I did, yes. And you?”

“Y-Yeah of course,” Cole replied quickly, pulling his own hair aside to wipe at his sweaty brow with a hand.

There was then silence. And Cole realized that this was when everything was to go back to normal. He had had his fun, although not in the way he had first imagined. Cole could go back to not having the archer occupy his thoughts every second of every day and all would be right again. . . But would it? His own mind asked him.

Cole could not help but look to Hanzo. The archer was still naked and was seated neatly beside him, skin not quite touching but COle could feel the heat from Hanzo's skin.

Cole was wondering just what to say to Hanzo, whether to ask him to leave or to stay, when Hanzo spoke first.

“May I inquire whether this is intended to be a solutary occasion or . . . something ongoing?” Cole was surprised to hear hesitancy in Hanzo’s voice. The archer did not look up from where his gaze lay on his own hands.

“Uhm . . .” Cole said dumbly, “What do you think?”

Hanzo looked up to give him a look of annoyance, clearly a bit off-put being asked to offer his thoughts up first even thoguht he was the one to ask. The archer's eyes looked between Cole’s own as if trying to read him before he made his reply. “I would think this could be the first of an ongoing arrangement.”

Cole licked his lips, averting from Hanzo’s gaze to let his mind think. This was supposed to end here. They were supposed to go back to normal, never to talk about it nor pursue something similar again. But he felt a faint twinge somewhere in his chest. Hanzo had surprised him in many ways, simple curiosity had him faltering as well as something more . . . Something Cole did not wish to acknowledge just yet.

Fuck it.

“I was thinkin’ something along the same lines as that actually.” Cole finally answered, looking to Hanzo and giving him a smaller but bright grin.

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[brothertedd]

Repost from @stanwinstonschool

Small Soldiers remains one of the highlight projects in the history of Stan Winston Studio, because it provided Winston and his crew with an opportunity to temporarily return to their respective childhoods and play with the most amazing toys ever conceived.

In this behind-the-scenes video from the SWS archives, the Small Soldiers crew rehearses Chip Hazard, the boss of the Commando Elite before the epic battle with Archer, the leader of the Gorgonites.

#small soldiers #stanwinstonschool

[owlwithanapple]

The Archer.

Part 03

Hanzo Shimada x Y/N

The enemy found you in the opposite building and raised the weapon and pointed it at you.

"Shit..." You prepare to escape.

The enemy launches an attack in your direction. Suddenly someone appeared in front of you and drew a sword deflect back the enemy's bullets. After hitting the enemy's critical point, someone summoned dragon to attack in the enemy's critical direction. After successfully defeating the giant Null Sector, you see Hanzo and Genji to support you.

"Are you all right?" Hanzo grabbed your shoulder anxiously and asked.

"I'm fine. Thank you." You say.

"But brother, you are disobeying the order..." Genji tilted his head and said.

"I can't help but save her." Hanzo explained.

"Y/N! Genji! Hanzo! Are you three all right?" Winston asked.

"It's all right. Rescue Y/N in time and successfully defeat the giant Null Sector." Genji said.

"It scares me! Hanzo suddenly ran away! Genji also ran away!" Dva shouted.

"The internal rescue is over. Let's get together." After Winston finished talking, he hung up the communication.

"Hanzo, you are really worried. You disobeyed orders on the first day of work. Be careful not to be too much." You said with a smile.

"I don't know either." Hanzo whispered.

"Hmmm, well." You are curious.

"I originally wanted to stop my brother, but I didn't expect him to run so fast..." Genji said.

"Hanzo really loves to worry." You said with a smile.

"Shut up and let's go." Hanzo left.

"Y/N, although my brother is always cold, I believe that he is not bad." Genji explained.

"I know. Keep up with Hanzo. " You say.

The three of you meet at the meeting point, although Winston did not reprimand Genji and Hanzo. However, their actions were regarded as disobeying the order, so they were punished for temporarily stopping the task and self-reflection.

"Hahahahaha, the Shimada brothers were punished together." Dva said with a laugh.

"What?" Hanzo said.

"Y/N! Look at Hanzo's eyes! It's like hitting me!" Dva hides behind you.

"It's not that you talk too much. You deserve it. But it's amazing. Hanzo, you can also summon dragons. " You are curious."

"Oh, what's wrong?" Hanzo is serious.

"What dragon! I want to see it!" Dva is curious.

You noticed the subtle change in Hanzo's expression, and you went to cover Dva's mouth. Stop Dva from asking again.

"Well, stop talking. Go back." You propose.

"Athena, you can come and pick us up at this location." Winston said.

"As you command." Athena said.

"Hanzo, thank you for saving me just now. I owe you one." You stand next to Hanzo and say.

"I didn't save you to make you owe me a favor." Hanzo looked at you and said.

"Wow! My hero~" you laughed.

"I'm not a hero." Hanzo said.

Dva and Genji stood behind and looked at you two.

"Genji, do you know what I'm thinking?" Dva whispered.

"Let me guess... you want to match my brother with Y/N. Is that right?" Genji said.

"You are so smart!" Dva said excitedly.

"Hmmmm, aren't you afraid of being beaten?" Genji asked.

"For the happiness of my best friend! I'm not afraid of being beaten!" Dva said.

"My brother obviously doesn't smile, but he is different to Y/N." Genji said.

"What are you two doing in the back? The helicopter has arrived." You shouted.

"Coming~" said Dva and Genji.

You take the helicopter back to the base. You are sitting next to Hanzo, and you have been yawning because you didn't get enough sleep last night.

"Hanzo, lend me your shoulder. I'm sleepy." You say.

"Lie down." Hanzo patted his shoulder and said.

You lay on Hanzo's shoulder and fell asleep. Hanzo looked at your sleep, he smiled and closed his eyes. Because of the shaking of the helicopter, Hanzo noticed that you shook slightly when you fell asleep, and he gently put your head back on his shoulder with his hand. After Genji and Dva saw it, they were inexplicably excited and took pictures.

After arriving at the base--

The helicopter descended, Hanzo gently shook you to wake you up.

"Are we here?" Say it when you wake up.

"Yes." Hanzo said.

"But what happened to Dva and Genji? Why keep laughing? You are curious.

"Nothing! I'll go first~" Dva left excitedly.

"I'll go back to make a report first. Have a good rest." Winston said.

"Then I'll go back to my room to sleep first. Goodbye." You leave.

"Brother, you are so sweet." Genji said.

"What are you talking about?" Hanzo is puzzled.

After you go back to your room, you take a shower and change into clean clothes. You blow dry your hair and get into the quilt to sleep. At this time, Hanzo and Genji were practicing in the training ground.

"Brother, can I ask you a question?" Genji asked.

"What's the matter?" Hanzo asked.

"What do you think of Y/N?" Genji looked at Hanzo.

"Gentle..." Hanzo whispered.

"When do you think she is gentle?" Genji asked again.

"What on earth are you trying to say?" Hanzo asked.

"I'm curious about what you think of Y/N?" Genji said.

"Colleagues or friends?" Hanzo said.

"Hmmm, do you have a feeling about Y/N?" Genji asked.

"I don't feel it." Hanzo said.

Hanzo pulled his bow at the target and was ready to fire an arrow. He was full of puzzles when he thought of your face and what he thought of you. Then he missed the target by mistake, and Genji watched Hanzo remain silent.

"You missed it." Genji said.

"It's not that you said something strange distracts me..." Hanzo said.

"Is it my problem or Y/N?" Genji asked.

"Shut up." Hanzo said seriously.

Hanzo put away the bow and arrow and left the training ground, leaving Genji alone.

Part 03 The End.

To Be Continued…..

*If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

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[ginnyrules27]

To clarify about the ships in your Choosing series, yes, all the ships. Existing and new.

Gotcha! :D

Whoo, hold on to your hats people cause this will be a long one. Putting a read more after this so I don't spoil it for people who don't want spoilers but at this point, people know the characters are coming lol :D

Ships: (edited due to errors in original post)

Existing characters:

Ben/Mal

Evie/Doug

Lonnie/Jay

Carlos/Jane

Harry/Uma

Chad/Ginny

Harriet/Sammy

Ryan/CJ

Emir/Emma

Akiho/Elle

Phillip Jr/Melody

Evan/Hermie Bing

Conner/Rowyn

Rachel/Aziz

Robin/William

Rose/Li

Ruby/Caspian

Ashaki/Robert

Henry/Claudine

OC Who Shall Not Be Named/Audrey

Kitty/Roland Hood

Lucy/Bobby Hood

Hadie/Alex Charming

Celia/Cyrus (an OC who's only been named, he's one of the Hun kids)

Nick/Brooke

Jake/Morgan

Freddie/Ally

Gil/Macaria

Neal White/Grace Hatter

Quinn/Brenden

Jade/Miguel

Dizzy/Lacey LeGume

Locklyn/One of the Stabbington Cousins (I hc their names 'Switch' and 'Blade')

Strat/Gillian LeGume

Georgia LeGume/Rick Ratcliffe

Derek/Piper LeGume

Edmund/Paige Hatter

New Characters/Next Gen:

Stephanie/Ethan

Maurice/Chloe

Bianca/Aiden

Christopher/Hali

Helena/Jason

Danielle/Cameron

Sebastian/Hazel

Percy/Clara

Ursa/Lei

Emmett/Maddie

Milah/Jaxson

Brandon/Archer

Emily/Elliot

Kristy/Leo 

Ryder/Faith

Eva/Willow

Hannah/Colton

River/Roman

Riley/Raelynn

Katie/Hamed

Caroline/Rebecca

Joya/Winston

Charlize/Raegan

Luna/Ali

Alec/Arianna

Nicole/Matthew

Wyatt/Arabella

Paige/Luke

Gwen/Logan 

Markos/Lily

Felicity/Breanna

Luke/Breanna

Nova/Caleb

Gideon/Crystal

Genevieve/Eloise

Gabriella/Maya

Okay I think that's everyone...@descenderwithanamethyst did I forget any ships?

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[thefragile-left]

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[whovianwatchingstartrek]

A Whovian Watches Star Trek for the First Time: Part 076 - The Time War Begins

Star Trek: Enterprise - Season 4 Episodes 1 and 2 - Storm Front

Two parter, so really long post here.

Only one season of Enterprise left, and I'm excited to see where that cliff-hanger goes, it was a bombshell. Let's go!

Tip and Mayweather in the shuttlepod are beyond shot down by some WW2 era fighters, and Archer is in the hands of an Alien working with the actual WW2 Nazis. Not for long though, because the prison transport Archer is in is attacked by what I first thought was French Resistance, but later they're revealed to be American resistance.

Meanwhile, Enterprise is picking up Radio Signals of Winston Churchill. It's quickly revealed that there are Suliban on enterprise. Lovely to see the Temporal Cold War plotline is back on track.

The unknown aliens seem to have deeply infiltrated the Nazi leadership, and they have been messing with the timeline. The Nazis have reached North America. Archer wakes up in the care of woman in Brooklyn, and is also caught up on the time shenanigans going on.

The Aliens have boosted the Nazi's technology and allowed them to overwealm the allies. Currently, they are proposing giving them access to plasma rifles, and more crucially a plague. Phlox gets jumpscared by a guy in the future-people's uniform, who scans later confirm is Daniels, albeit aged and decayed severely, although it would appear to not be infectious, thankfully. As he dies, Daniels confirms that the Temporal Cold War has become a full blown Time War.

Archer gets to spend some time with his nurse, and it's some nice really worldbuilding for this alternate timeline, and I love that they're fleshing out what occupied New York would look like. We also find out from a few resistance members that the Gestapo are hunting for Archer, specifically.

Meanwhile on enterprise, Sillik appears before Trip, and a fight ensues. Silik ends up stunned, and Silik launches a shuttle down to earth. Trip and Mayweather are sent down to find him. They find the shuttle, but he's gone.

Archer and the Resistance members start moving to talk to capture one of the aliens who regularly asks for information about the resistance and the gestapo. Apparently the Nazi aliens are trying to get home, so they're just as stranded as Archer and Enterprise. Unfortunately as Archer is explaining his situation to the resistance, a firefight breaks out. Archer tries using the aliens communicator to get through, allowing him and Alicia to be transported to Enterprise in the nick of time. Trip and Travis however are captured by the Nazis.

Seeing the crew delighted to see Archer back safely was great. As the first episode ends, we get a final scene between Archer and Daniels, where we learn more about the Nazi Aliens. They're led by someone called Vosk, and are apparently the most dangerous faction in the Temporal Cold War.

Between episodes, I just want to say, I'm loving this one. It's very Doctor Who, and I love seeing aliens mess with history. I will say that Germany Winning World War II is a bit overdone in time travel fiction in general, but it's still a fun go at that cliched set up. I absolutely love the designs of the Nazi Aliens

Episode 2 opens with some Nazi Propaganda about Hitler visiting the USA, after the intro we start to see a breakdown between the Nazi leadership and the Aliens, and the alien in the Nazi war room, who I'm assuming is Vosk is really threatening. He is written with the same cold and careless manor that the Time Lords have, but twisted into a more outwardly evil place. I love it.

Alicia gets some time on Enterprise and is just really suffering culture shock from all the future stuff around her. Malcolm has managed to settle on the point of divergence, specifically Lenin was assassinated before the Russian Revolution. However as they're discussing their next moves, Vosk contacts enterprise to discuss negotiations in a neutral location. Archer agrees and heads down with two MACOs to meet Vosk. Vosk beings Trip and Mayweather to the negotiations, and hands them back to Archer. Vosk offers Archer a deal which Archer outright rejects.

Back on Enterprise, Archer immedietly realises that Trip has been replaced by Sulik. So the question is: Where is the real trip? Well, he's tied up in Vosk's base. Archer confirms that he rejects Vosk's offer and they open fire on eachother. Unfortunately, Enterprise can't breach the shielding on Vosk's base, so Archer decided to push for a temporary alliance with Sullik, to sneak into Vosk's base.

Apparently Vosk had previously tried to erase the Suliban from history. The Nazi Aliens are preparing to open their conduit, but Archer and the American resistance launch an attack on the compound, and the action here is superb! As the battle occurs the Nazis and Vosk's faction start turning on eachother. Sulik is killed, and despite him being the main villain of seasons one and two, his death is oddly touching. Not in a full redemption arc kind of way, but it still got some feelings out of me.

It was really fun seeing enterprise fly around a real world earth location shooting down real WW2 fighters. Enterprise destroys the facility and the Time Line is restored.

Supposedly, this is the end of the Temporal Cold War, and Daniels shouldn't be interfering with Enterprise's history any more. Moreover, the Crew are finally home after a long mission, and man do they deserve some down time.

As I said earlier, I really enjoyed this two parter. It's setting was really fleshed out and it's villain was spectacular. Vosk is definitely going to stick in my mind a lot longer than some of the other Villains that have popped up throughout this series. I'm glad we're back on Enterprise's normal Season 1 and 2 exploits going forwards.

#whovian watching star trek #star trek #star trek enterprise #star trek ent #star trek: enterprise #enterprise #ent

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Keir Dullea in 2001: A Space Odyssey (Stanley Kubrick, 1968)

Cast: Keir Dullea, Gary Lockwood, William Sylvester, Daniel Richter, Leonard Rossiter, Margaret Tyzack, Robert Beatty, Sean Sullivan, Douglas Rain (voice). Screenplay: Stanley Kubrick, Arthur C. Clarke, based on a story by Clarke. Cinematography: Geoffrey Unsworth. Production design: Ernest Archer, Harry Lange, Anthony Masters. Film editing: Ray Lovejoy.

I know that I first saw 2001 on April 13, 1968, because (as a little Googling tells me) that was the date of the lunar eclipse I witnessed on leaving the theater, an appropriately cosmic climax to the cinematic experience I had just had. Kubrick's film was an experience to be savored by those of us who were already hip to the revolution in American filmmaking underway after the sensation of Bonnie and Clyde (Arthur Penn, 1967) and The Graduate (Mike Nichols, 1967). I doubt that anyone who wasn't of an age to experience it realizes quite how revolutionary those movies seemed to us. Though it's conventional to say that our experiences were produced in part by controlled substances, anyone who really knows me knows that I wasn't under the influence of any substance stronger than beer. Today, 2001 doesn't seem much like a revolutionary film: We have lived through the actual 2001, which had its own epoch-making event in the September of that year, but in which no one was making trips to the moon on Pan Am. That airline went out of business in 1991, and the last real moon expedition, Apollo 17, took place in December 1972. But the future is never quite what it's cracked up to be. What was revolutionary about 2001 the movie is that it taught us how a movie can make us think without spelling out its ideas for us. Kubrick wisely whittled down the narrative given him by Arthur C. Clarke to a series of images, and ditched the score written by Alex North for an evocative set of snippets from classical works, letting us assemble any meaning to be derived from the film for ourselves. Of course, in 1968 we went back to our homes and dorm rooms and did just that. Seeing it today, I am most struck by how skillful Kubrick was in creating the persona of HAL, the sentient computer. Much credit goes, of course, to the voiceover work of Douglas Rain, but also to Kubrick's choice to make the dialogue of the humans in the movie as banal and jargon-filled as possible. HAL's final pleading and breakdown as Dave pulls his memory chips is haunting. Yes, the movie has its longueurs: Kubrick is deservedly proud of its landmark special effects and spends more time than is necessary showing them off. They won him the film's only Oscar, without honoring the work of Douglas Trumbull and others who executed them. He was also nominated as director and as co-screenwriter with Clarke, and the art direction team received a nod, but the film was passed over for the significant work of cinematographer Geoffrey Unsworth, who was assisted by John Alcott, and for the sound crew headed by Winston Ryder. And it failed to receive a best picture nomination in the year when that award went to Oliver! (Carol Reed, 1968). I happen to like Oliver! and don't think it's necessarily one of the Academy's more shameful choices, but it's certainly not an epochal movie.

#2001: A Space Odyssey #Stanley Kubrick #Keir Dullea

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My Pages Halloween Event

The Lore of Halloween Terrors

Now you might be thinking "but Issy, Halloween Terrors doesn't have that much lore, what is there to talk about?"

And oh my sweet, naieve friend, let me take you on a journy of the lore of the characters featured in the Halloween Terrors event!

First of the canon characters, these are the characters actuvely featured in the lore of this event. Characters that include;

The First Heroes;

The Gunslinger (Cassidy)

The Archer (Hanzo)

The Solider (Soldier 76)

The Alchemist (Ana)

The Four of the Endless Night;

The Countess (Widowmaker)

The Monk (Zenyatta)

The Swordsman (Genji)

The Viking (Torjourn)

Reinforcements;

The Outlaw (Ashe)

The Renegade (Baptiste)

The Sheild-Maiden (Brigitte)

The Will-o'-the-wisp (Tracer)

The Defenders of Revenge;

The Outlaw (Ashe)

The Butcher (Junker Queen)

The Sleuth (Sojourn)

The Fortune Teller (Kiriko)

All of these characters are the canon adventures in this world, however we are not finished yet, here are the main villains of this world;

Revenge Era;

Junkenstein's Monster (Roadhog)

Dr. Junkenstein (Junkrat)

The Reaper (Reaper)

The Summoner (Symmetra)

The Witch (Mercy)

Wrath Era;

The Banshee (Moira)

The Gargoyles (Uses Winstons abilites but they are not Winston)

The Marionette (Echo)

The Summoner (Symmetra)

The Unstoppable Ghost (Sigma)

The Experiment (Bastion)

The Bride (Sombra)

Now time for the mentioned/NPC characters;

The Ape/Werewolf (Winston)

The King (Reinhardt)

Now all of these characters have lore that is implied mostly through interactions but some are implied through the names in game and their canon skins associated with the character in the Halloween Terror's universe. Some more then others but there is lore non-the-less.

Throughout the month I will be exploring the lore and implications of each characters, starting with the playable heroes and going down the list all the way to the NPC characters.

During this time I will try only answering asks that are centred around the Halloween event.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis #overwatch halloween #halloween #spooky season #halloween terrors #junkenstein #junkenstein's revenge #wrath of the bride