#;little asks are made of gunpowder and lead

[southern-belle-outcasts]

[Text: Rogue] Morgan says I need to get sweaty. Wanna help?

[text: Spencer] oh? cardio? I can think of a few ways. Most of them would involve you pinned against something 😌

[text: Spencer] oh sorry was I supposed to answer that with something innocent? My bad 😛

#ifyoucatchacriminal #v; in control #;little asks are made of gunpowder and lead

[haunting-venus]

enter, sandman

↳ neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), somnophilia, oral ( f ), praise and some dirty talk, desperate neteyam, masturbation ( m ), characters are aged up !

word count: 1886

notes | pretty light on the actual prompt but here is my first submission for romancing pandora ! day one — somnophilia, turned out pretty fluffy but who doesn’t love some pussywhipped neteyam, enjoy friends

na'vi dictionary | syil — meer deer ; olo’eyktan — male clan leader ; yawnetu — loved one / lover / beloved person ; tewng — loincloth

You and Neteyam had been circling each other your entire lives, opposing forces drawn to one another despite all your innate differences. You admired each other from afar for years, skirting looks and kind greetings eventually evolving into shared dinners and stolen touches beneath the eclipse.

It was new and terrifying, having the eyes of the future Olo’eyktan so filled with adoration and lust and hope whenever they laid on you.

When Neteyam finally approached you officially to ask for you to be his—in body, in soul, in life—you were sure the earth beneath you shook with the force of your love. You were euphoric, giddy with the prospect that the man you desired so fully from the time you were children wanted you as well.

Some questioned his choice, though it was always clear to you how well you fit in each other’s lives. You weren’t a skilled hunter or forager, but you had a kind heart and strong mind, making you perfect for teaching the younglings of the clan. Neteyam was a born warrior, a boy made of steel bones and gunpowder. Where he had to be strong and immovable, you could be adaptable and kind, giving each other a perfect balance in life.

Being bonded to Neteyam was a lot of pressure, no doubt. Some expected you to be perfect, while others criticized you for being weak, a never-ending pull at your heart. It was all easy to brush off when Neteyam’s strong hands caressed your shoulders.

It helped too that your chemistry grew indescribably as your relationship progressed. The two of you were crazy about each other, hardly capable of containing the heat and excitement you felt in your newly blossoming relationship.

His hand would often find your thigh throughout shared meals, inevitably ending with the two of you sneaking past the trees and with his head between your legs. You would visit him on his breaks from teaching, stealing kisses and teasing touches away from the eyes of the younger warriors. You were often teased by your friends about how you could not keep your hands from your betrothed for more than a minute.

It was part of what made the time apart so unbearably aching.

You knew he had to leave. The syil, a normally elusive creature, would be gathering for mating season in valleys a few days' ride away. The hunting party had been planned for weeks now, with Neteyam at its head. It was a great stride in showing the clan his leadership skills, the longest hunt beyond the village he would lead on his own. The reap of the hunt would be great, sustaining the clan through many days and providing countless pelts for the cold season ahead. 

It did little to stave the emptiness in your heart or between your legs.

It grew lonely at night, especially in the cold drizzles of the rainy season when the hearth fires fizzled. You tucked yourself beneath woven mats, huddling against the soft fibers for warmth as your body craved the solid weight of Neteyam behind you. After what felt like hours of restless turning and shivering, a lonely sleep crept over your mind.

A heated groan rouses you from your slumber.

Your fingers tighten along the edge of the woven mats, flung to the side to expose you to the night’s chill, cooling against your heated skin. Your hair sticks against the curve of your neck, wet with sweat. There was an insistent nudge between your legs and a weight at the bone of your hip, pressing you firmly into your sleeping mats.

Light of the eclipse shadows across your home, dimly illuminating Neteyam’s face where it lay nestled between your thighs. There was a flush high on his cheeks, pupils dilated to show only a thin ring of gold as he gazed upon you. A small moan rumbles across the sensitive flesh of your folds as he notices you blink awake.

“‘Teyam-what the, oh-” Sleep still reached at the edge of your consciousness, muddling your thoughts as an easy pleasure trickled through you. Your hips move before your mind catches up, rutting towards Neteyam’s wide tongue as you moan. You could hardly think clearly with Neteyam’s tongue on you when you were fully awake, now your brain felt completely like mush.

“I’m sorry, yawnetu, I could not wait. You looked so sweet-'' His voice was weak and breathy, and you vaguely noticed one hand snuck beneath his tewng to palm at his cock.

Fuck, he feels so good and so right between you, but when did he get here? When did this start? Great Mother, why did you like it? You could see him in your mind’s eye, tired and worn from the long hunting trek, overcome with such want for you that waking you barely crossed his mind. In your head, he was needy and wanting, thinking of nothing but how he couldn’t stand to be apart from the wet heat between your legs for another second. The thought made you indescribably hot, legs trembling at the voracious way he gripped your hips as he dipped his tongue down into your entrance.

Your tewng hangs half-off your left thigh, rumbled and glistening with either saliva or your juices. Neteyam’s lips are soft and wet, trailing lightly between your slick folds. You try to gather your thoughts between the jolts of pleasure, bringing one hand down to stroke across your lover’s head. “Y-you’re back early.”

“The rains were too heavy, left early.” His fingers massage the plush of your thighs, trailing back up to trace the line of glowing freckles across your stomach. You squirm at the feather-light touches, inching your hips back to his panting lips. “Haah-such a nice present waiting for me at home, yawnetu, all spread out and waiting. Did you miss me?”

“I-I did, I—shit ‘Teyam—missed your mouth, your cock, please.”

“I know, baby, I know, let me give it to you.” His mouth fell back on you, slow licks on the sensitive skin around your labia, skirting around your hole and dipping into the junction of your thigh before darting against your clit. He breathed heavily from his nose, inhaling your scent as your legs tightening around the sides of his head increased the throb in his cock.

Your moans increase as his wide shoulders bully your thighs further apart, tongue giving wide and strong strokes against your clit before sucking it between his shining lips. You can feel the heat growing and tightening at the base of your stomach, fluttering against the dip of his thumb into your cunt. 

The slick sounds of your arousal weave in between the wet sounds of his moans, hot and yearning as they vibrate through your clit and into your bones. You can vaguely hear the sound of him working his own cock, imagining the way the tip peeks between his thick fingers to leak onto himself as he devours you. He always looked so pretty when he worked himself over, eyes blown and pleading.

The movements of his tongue quicken with the pace of your whining moans, finally moving to rub firm circles over your clit that have you keening into his hot touch. Your fingers card through his braids, using the grip to keep his mouth firm against your mound. As if he had any plans of moving.

“That’s-fuck-feels good, baby, but-want your cock,” You mewl, fingers tightening around the back of his head. Your voice hitches with every labored breath, pussy clenching on emptiness with every beat of your racing heart and it’s been so long, your body craves for him.

“Just wait, yawnetu, soon. I-I need to taste you.” He mumbles the promise into your folds, gasping and panting into you with each tug at his cock. His face is near rutting into you, nose bumping at the top of your pussy and inhaling deep breaths of your sweat and slick. “Thought of it the w-whole time, just like this. Let me.” 

The deep breathiness of his voice has arousal shooting through you. You know neither of you will probably be awake long enough to see through on that promise, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s enough to have him here, now, delighting himself so fully with eating at you that it has him desperate and breathless. His moans rumble through you, whispering praises and encouragements into the wetness of your core as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Neteyam.” You have one hand on the back of his head, the other gripped tightly into the woven mats as pleasure begins to crest over you. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah? Come on, yawnetu.” You swear you see a devilish grin at the corner of his lips before your eyes clench shut in pleasure. 

Your orgasm rolls through you with a gasping breath, legs tightening around Neteyam’s shoulders as pleasure runs wet and hot from deep in your stomach to every edge of your body. Neteyam groans against you when you tighten under him, tongue swirling softly against your clit until you’re twitching against him, voice heavy with pants of his name and begging him to just get over here already.

Neteyam’s hand is still gripping at the meat of your hip when you open your eyes, now merely inches from your face as he holds himself above you. His hand moves fast and tight on his hard cock, eyes hooded in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty-haah-got me so close, baby.”

His deep blue skin is shining under the eclipse with perspiration and your slick, the little freckles over his cheeks and shoulders glimmering lightly. You let your eyes sleepily rove over his wide shoulders and muscled chest, taking in every inch of how fucking good he looks above you.

Your eyes are glassy with pleasure as you gaze up at him with wet lashes, each brush of him against you sending you twitching in sensitivity. “I want it on me, please Neteyam.”

His eyes are unfocused as he comes apart above you, ears twitching and mouth falling open in wet pants. He burrows his head into the crook of your neck as he gets close, licking feverishly at the junction of your neck, the wet head of his cock bumping against your belly.

You reach behind his head again, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, eyes drawn on his face as he groans with each stroke. Your fingers brush along his largest braid close to the skull before rubbing your thumb firmly against the base. His eyes roll slightly as he gasps into your mouth, hips spasming unevenly as his orgasm wracks through him. His hand tightens on your hip, tip of his cock rubbing against you as he empties himself onto you.

The heat in you is slow and lazy, something that will creep into your dreams to be dealt with in the morning. Your bones feel heavy with Neteyam’s heat cuddling up next to you, mind already fuzzy with edges of sleep.

Neteyam’s face is lax in pleasure, nuzzling into the side of your body and pulling you taut to him. You can already hear his breathing evening out with the beginnings of sleep as he mumbles into your hair. “Missed you, yawnetu.”

“Welcome home, ‘Teyam.”

tags | @tallulah477 ; @eywaite @neteyamsoare

#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x reader #avatar 2009 #avatar fanfiction #avatar smut #smut #venus writes #romancingpandora2024 #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x reader

[americas1suiteheart]

I was looking through some other posts and being as its Fourth of July, I figure why not write a fanfiction to fill my time.

Silly American Traditions

Tenth Doctor x GN! Reader

[Summary; Y/n is from America and asks The Doctor if he can take them to their hometown to visit their family and watch fireworks. Throughout the whole night, The Doctor teases you about how "American," the day is.

[Warnings: None.

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"Oh come on, please Doctor. I promise you it's fun!" You had been trying to convince The Doctor to take you to your hometown in America to spend the Fourth of July with them the rest of the night, but he wasn't too keen about the idea.

"I don't know how I feel about spending the night eating foods filled with loads of grease and watching rockets fly into the air. And your mum scares me." The Doctor says, giving a sour face as he says the last sentence.

"The food is good, Doctor I promise, and the fireworks are so pretty, if you don't like the noise I can just put you some earbuds. And bonus points, my mum isn't even going to be there." You paced around the TARDIS console to help you think a little better.

The Doctor sighed, "Alright fine, you're lucky I love you, Y/n." The Doctor says teasingly, walking over to you.

"I promise you you'll like it, Doctor," You wrap your arms over The Doctor's shoulders as he snaked his arms around your waist.

He smiles at you as he leans down to your face, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. His kisses never failed to make you fluster each and every time. You loved everything about this time lord, it was impossible to find a flaw in him, that is; in your eyes at least.

"Well, we should get going then shall we?" The Doctor says, walking to the console.

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[Time skip]

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"So what do you think? Not as bad as you would've thought, hmm?" You say, watching as The Doctor finishes his burger.

"Its okay, but american food is just far too greasy for my liking." He says as he wipes his hands and face with his napkin.

You chuckle at him. He wouldn't admit he liked it to your face, he liked winning and being right.

"Alright, wanna start heading up to the roof now? The fireworks will probably start to go off sometime now I'd presume being its pretty dark already." You say.

"Sure, lead the way." The Doctor says as he stands up, motioning for you to go in front of him so he could follow.

You did so and led him to a ladder that went up to your dad's roof, climbing up as he did the same after you made it up.

The two of you found a spot in which there was a clear spot where no trees were tall enough to block your view.

A firework goes off and you can see The Doctor jump slightly out the corner of your eye. You lightly laugh and lay your head on his shoulder, smiling as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him as more of the loud rockets go off, putting an array of colours in the sky and a smell of gunpowder in the air.

"You Americans and your silly and dangerous traditions." You hear The Doctor say softly, barely hearing him over the booms.

He then turns to you and lifts your face up to his. The fireworks illuminated his face just enough to where you could see his freckles, spread out on his nose and cheeks like the star filled night sky. He looks so perfect.

He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips, smiling into it halfway through. You both pull away, looking into eachothers eyes lovingly in a comfortable silence often being interrupted by the loud booms of the fireworks.

"You Americans and your silly little traditions." He says looking back at all the illuminated colours.

You chuckled softly and leaned back into him. This was the best Fourth of July you could ask for.

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[A/n: I totally meant to post this yesterday but as you can tell, I very obviously did not. Anyways I know this was short but I just wanted to do a little something because why not (AMERICA RAAAHHH!!!!!!!) ((I'm not American why is this dangerous tradition a thing, there was booms all night.))]

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#doctor who #dr who #tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #10th doctor x reader #10th doctor #fluff #short fanfic

[babyraptor]

it took me nearly 20 years of fandom before i dove headfirst into Trigun fan fiction, and now that i’m in, there’s no resurfacing. so now, just in case anyone is interested, i would like to share some of my favorites. listed in alphabetical order.

i’ll be updating my list every so often. (and if you really want to know, i’m secondofjune on AO3.)

Absolution

all that i wish i could say

And Every Breath We Drew Was ‘Hallelujah’

and how i idolize the empty highs

and we’re gonna sing it again

Asymmetry

At the mercy of the universe

Balance

The barrel of the gun

Bedside Manner

Belly of the Whale

bittersweet

Black is the Color

A Brief Respite

broken boy, how does it feel?

By His Hands

Changing Luck

chemical haze

Child of Blessing

Closed and Healing

Closer

Cold Comfort

Come Back Home

Complimentary

Couldn’t Be the Booze

Daily Special

Daughter of Eve

Desecration is But a Form of Worship

did you get enough love (my little dove)

Dinner for Two

Don’t need a gun to blow your mind

don’t stop if I fall and don’t look back

Duality

The Edge of Knowing

Episode 25: Live Through

every me, every you

An Exchange of Words

Exodus 23:24

Facets

Feel Good

Figure Me Out

fool in the moon

For Good

for reasons wretched and divine

From the Past or the Future? Your Guess Is As Good As Mine

gentle thievery

get me outta my head

Ghosts of the Byway

god like sunshine, girl like rain

Gung-Ho Guns Ver. 1.0

Gunpowder Nights

Hallefuckinglujah

a haven for restless angels of mercy

Heartbeat

heavens away

hold my body down

Honeymoon

I Believe in the Kingdom Come

i can see a lot of life in you

i can see it in his eyes

I just can’t wait for love to destroy us

i promised i’d give this a go

I’d wanna burn whole (to be someone’s spark)

Idle Hands (The Devil’s Playground)

I’ve seen all the demons that you’ve got

In heaven, lost my taste for hell

In the Bloom of a Creosote

in the dark and out of harm

Inseparable

Insomnia

Interjacence

It’s Open Season on Blue Moons

Joan of Arc

Just for Tonight

Just Listen to the Rhythm of the Heart

la petite mort

Lay It On Me and I’ll Be There to Catch You

lay us down

lead-fill the hole in me

Left Hand

Life on Gunsmoke

Little Pieces of the Nothing That Fall

The Loneliness of the Long Distance Traveller

love and its decisive pain (sunlight)

A Man Called Agony

Minefield

Mysterious Ways

Need

Night Vision

No Idle Threat

nobody said it was easy

Not For My Behalf

Not in the Job Description

not to me, not if it’s you

oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid

Only Human

Open Me Up

The Only Nice Thing That Follows

our bodies fit together

Past the Mission

Personal Jesus

a phantom’s reverence

Pieces

playing cards with the elephant in the room

Playing House

Praying to the Wrong God

Pretending

Roots

The sand in your eyes was made of dreams

say it’s such a fault

Scratch Your Surface

Season of the Witch

Self-Inflicted

the ship’s inhabitants

Skin Deep

Someday Out of the Blue

something eluding you, sunshine?

something I can’t know ’til now

Something of a Departure

Something to Live For

Stargazers, New and Old

stretched out for miles and miles

sucker love

take a knife and cut through the darkness

Tension

terrors don’t prey on innocent victims

that constant sting that we call love

there are certain things you ask of me (and there are certain things i lack)

there’s something about you

thirty pieces of silver

this could be home

this could be the end of everything

Time Out

[to have a body is to be a horror show](to have a body is to be a horror show)

touch me like nobody else does (lovely)

Trillium and Ivy

trust me to take you home

the truth hurts worse

Untouchable

Up Front

Smoke & Soulmates

Visible Scars

water supply

Where Wild Roses Grow

A Whisper in Darkness

Why Your Current Relationship is Not Sustainable

will we ever grow a proper set of panic

Wolfwood’s Guide to Confession

Worth Something

yet broken still you breathe

You Are Red, Violent Red

you can run away with me anytime you want

you’ll leave me lonely at best

#trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #vashwood #planet gunsmoke #insurance girls #vash #wolfwood #fanfic #trigun fanfic #the humanoid typhoon #$$60billion #vashxmeryl #wolfwoodxmilly #millions knives #livio the double fang #razlo the tri-punisher #vash x reader #elendira the crimsonnail #trigun au #trimax #tristamp #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #no man's land

[petsdenonne]

A rainy night

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I can’t think of any, it’s Safe for Work.

Word Count: 543

Summary: Jason and Reader relax together in their Gotham apartment during a light storm.

Authors note: This is my first Jason Todd fanfic, it’s not perfect but the boy deserved some wholesome scenes.

✨MASTERLISTS✨

——————————————————————-The rain was pouring down outside, hammering against your apartment’s window when the wind changed direction. You sighed, huddling under a blanket on the sofa to try to feel more comfortable, to try to relax. You knew he would be fine. He was always fine. Minus a few scrapes here and a few bruises there which you happily patched up using the first aid kit in your bathroom, but that didn't mean that you don't worry every time he went on patrol.

You had found out that your boyfriend, Jason Peter Todd, was Red Hood. He sat you down on the sofa when you got back from a date at the quaint little Italian restaurant a few doors down from the library a few months ago (It is where you had met, he had “accidentally” spilt a drink over you to try to get your number. Was it absolutely stupid? Yes. Had it worked? Also yes.) and told you everything. About his life on the streets of Gotham, Being adopted by the billionaire philanthropist Bruce Wayne, about being Batman’s second Robin, about his death, and his resurrection. Worry had filled his eyes as you took all of the information in, the silence dug away at his heart. He was terrified that you would leave him, tell him that it was all too much, not that he had anything to worry about because you told him that it was fine. That you didn’t care about his past, and that you loved him for who and how he is.

The sound of one of the bedroom windows opening snapped your attention towards it, Jason climbing in, having come up the fire escape on the side of the building. He was trying to be as quiet as he could be but wasn’t being very successful. Unceremoniously flopping down onto the floor, breathing heavily under his helmet as he tried to catch his breath.

“Tough night?” you asked, a slight chuckle under your breath as you walked closer to where he was, crouching down to plant a gentle kiss on the front of his mask roughly where his forehead would be. The warm smell of worn leather and gunpowder surrounding you. You knew that it wasn’t a bad night for him, if it was he wouldn’t currently be on the floor of your shared apartment. He would have gone to one of his safe houses instead. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel safe or comfortable around you, you were the only thing that made him feel safe…well, and any one of Jane Austen’s books…but mainly you. It was that he didn’t want to drag you down, his precious girl, into the life that he lead.

“Nah. Not really. Just a couple of muggers or wannabe gangsters. The usual Gotham crowd” He said as he got up, removing his helmet and throwing it onto the bed as he stretched his stiff and tired muscles out. “Why don’t I get cleaned up, you go pick a film, and we can grab a blanket together. I promise I won’t complain if it’s some soppy rom com…unless it’s love, actually…that’s the exception”

“Love, actually is a classic!”

“A kid in an octopus costume is a classic? if you say so, babe.”

#Jason Todd #red hood #DC #Batman #Bruce Wayne #OC #Nightwing #dick grayson #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #dc robin #oneshot #jason todd x reader

[lady06reaper]

A Lil Too Quiet

Just something I whipped up while on a South Park craze

Mostly based off of South Park The Fractured But Whole

GN used

word count: 1372

TW: cussing, chaos, suggestiveness towards the very end

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“I just… How?” 

“What the fuck?”

“ACK- My brain hurts trying to understand how this happened.”

“Don’t ask, I don’t even know myself,” I said as I was tied upside down with Mysterion who was in the same rope bundle as I am.

“Fucking cut us down!” The edgelord yelled.

~AT THE FREEDOM PALS HQ~

Human Kite, Tool Shed, Wonder Tweek, Mysterion, and I walked down the stairs to HQ. I sat down on my chair that I claimed with my many stab wounds etched into the fabric. Mysterion leaned against said chair, and everyone surrounded us with confused looks waiting for an answer. Prof. Timothy came through the crowd looking at Mysterion and I.

“The internet was so quiet while you two were out on patrol, a little too quiet for what happens when you two are on patrol. That’s why I sent Human Kite, Tool Shed, and Wonder Tweek out to find you two to see what was going on. Care to explain?” Prof. Timothy could’ve just easily read our minds but no, he wants us to say what happened like two little kids with a broken vase and a ball at our feet.

“Ask them, they were the one with the ‘most brilliant idea ever known to man’,” Mysterion gave me a side eye.

“It would’ve been if someone didn’t distract me!” I threw the shade right back at Mysterion. “I have been working on my ulti-bomb for months! Perfecting it down to the T and you just had to ask what I was doing!” I threw my arms up in the air in frustration. 

“What the hell is a ulti-bomb?” Human Kite questioned with a confused look on his face. Everyone shared the same look, he just had the gusto to actually ask.

“You remember all the drugs and alcohol that Conner put that cheesing shit in? Well I looked all over town for some and finally found it, combining it with my gunpowder, made with half lead and half homemade drugs, and a trash can with 8-inch mortars (A/N a mortar is a really big firework that they use for big firework shows and are generally illegal) welded around it, I created the ulti-bomb.”

Everyone looked at me like I just killed their dog, concerned looks and shocked expressions were shot my way.

“So what were you going to do with your creation?” Timothy questioned rather cautiously. 

“Let me start at the beginning.”

~A FEW HOURS BEFORE~

I had just escaped out my bedroom window onto the bush down below, making sure all the branches and leaves were off of me. I headed to Jimbo’s guns to get my lighter which was really a flame thrower rigged with diesel and kerosene instead of gasoline. Having that equipped I headed to where I had the ulti-bomb stored, and that's when I got caught.

“What the hell are you doing?” A raspy voice from up above asked. I looked up only to see Mysterion giving me an angry look.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to light my ulti-bomb and go on a joy-ride around town ultimately landing in Starks pond. I have it all planned out, Edgelord, so you can just toodle off and go do your emo shit,” I waved him off and grabbed the rope/fuse to drag the ulti-bomb to the fire site I had cleared out.

“I am not letting you blow up the town with your homemade borderline terrorist bomb!” Mysterion jumped in front of me blocking my path.

“I’m not going to blow up the town, I have the science down to where it’ll be more like a bottle rocket going up, then when I’m above the pond it’ll blow up in all pretty colors, like Aurora Borealis, and then it’ll go into the water so it doesn’t relight and then blow up the whole town,” I said matter of factly.

“And what’s that on your back?”

“A flamethrower to light the ulti-bomb, you can’t use a normal lighter or it won’t work.”

“Why wouldn’t it?” Mysterion cocked his head to the side.

“It wouldn’t follow the path I had formulated it to, it just might blow the town up,” I thought about this town going up in flames, how many drug dens would be busted. But if that did happen I would be screwed. 

A local walked by holding a cigarette, he mumbled something along the lines of ‘fucking weird ass teens these days’. He dropped the still lighted cigarette bud right by some of the excess rope that laid on the ground. I heard a hiss and looked behind me to see the fuse lit and making its way towards the ulti-bomb.

“Oh fuck,” I said calmly. Before the bomb had time to go on its uncoordinated path, I grabbed Mysterion and jolted towards the bomb. Using what rope didn’t get lighted I tied us to the bomb and told Mysterion to hold on tight.

The ulti-bomb shot off the ground straight up, we both screamed our heads off. I could hear the cheesed drugs and alcohol inside the trash can combining with each other, I took my knife from its sheath and cut the rope that tied us to the ulti-bomb. We fell, plummeting towards the ground, before that happened I used the homemade flamethrower to push us away from the ground up towards a nearby building. The rope that tied us together caught on a flagpole, we got jerked by the rope before we hit a dumpster.

“No no no!” I shouted before looking up. The ulti-bomb blew up, and instead of the Aurora Borealis it was a bunch of middle fingers, dicks, vaginas, and boobs in the sky. “God damn it! The fucking tobacco messed it all up! Or maybe it was the nicotine? I’ll have to start from scratch and experiment more.”

“You vandalized the sky, we’re tied upside down, and you’re worried about making another one!? What the fuck is wrong with you!” Mysterion screamed in my ear, I moved my head as far away as I could to prevent ear damage.

“No need to yell when I’m right here!” I screamed right back.

~MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN ON SOME RANDOM ROOF~

“Where are they?” Human Kite asked out loud while landing by Tool Shed and Wonder Tweek.

“Who knows? Maybe they’re making out somewhere,” Tool Shed said.

“Or-or maybe, ACK-, they’re dead in an alley somewhere! Oh jeez!” Wonder Tweek freaked out at the thought of his two Freedom Pals dead somewhere.

Before anyone could say anything else, they heard a big *FWOOSH*. They looked up to see the metallic of the trash can glittering in the moonlight with two people falling down from it. The big boom drew their attention away, when they looked up, all they saw was middle fingers, dicks, vaginas, and boobs lighting up the sky.

“Found one,” Tool Shed remarked.

“And when there’s one, the other is bound to follow,” Human Kite finished.

~BACK TO PRESENT TIME~

Everyone was astonished at my story, wide eyes and opened mouths filled my vision when I looked at my fellow Freedom Pals.

“So basically you were trying to create an artificial Northern Lights? Aw, that's really sweet,” Professor Chaos said with a soft tone.

“Yes, I must agree with Chaos, that was really nice of you (super hero name),” Professor Timothy agreed.

“It would’ve been but no, someone just had to let that rando flick his cigarette bud towards the fuse,” I got up from my chair and looked Mysterion dead in the eyes.

“How was I to know that that would’ve happened?” Mysterion looked at me as well.

“I didn’t even know that that was going to happen. Well, back to the drawing board,” I started towards my lab, but was stopped when my hood was grabbed.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re coming with me,” Kenny dragged me by my hood towards the stairs, up to who knows where to most likely do things.

(A/N you can decide what the things are ;). Lemme know if y’all want a pt 2/continuation of this. Thanks for reading! Don’t do stupid shit with proper safety!)

#south park x reader #mysterion #south park #chaos #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader

[dakotakazansky]

Dakota Kazansky's About Me | Masterlist

I'm Mal. 28 year old Marvel and Top Gun Enthusiast. I go by Any Pronouns. My Tumblr and posts are 18+, so Minors Do Not Interact. If your age isn't in your bio, or you're a blank blog, I will not think twice about blocking you, This is your only Warning!

Jake Seresin Series

Ghost (On Going Series, on hiatus)- When an unexpected crash happens, Lovers turn to enemies.

Bradley Bradshaw Series

Written in the Stars (On Going Series, on hiatus) - Soulmate AU where the soulmates first tattoos match each others.

Jake Seresin One Shots:

Look What You Made Me Do - A One Shot written for CherryCola27's 1k Celebration | Jake Seresin x OC

Bright Rays & Happy Days- A fun day at the amusement park, ends perfectly. Jake Seresin x F!Reader (Sunshine Universe)

Best Stitch Day Ever - Sunshine's favorite movie is Lilo and Stitch, and she's got a little surprise for Jake when he gets home.

Bradley Bradshaw One Shots:

One Thing Right - Bradley Bradshaw

Former Gunpowder & Lead Extra: Meet Attie Blake - This fic is my hard work. I will not be deleting it while the rewriting of said series is being done by the people who originally created the series.

Mini Series

Bradley Bradshaw: A Million Nights Part One | Part Two

Jake Seresin: TBD

🏷️ TAGLIST IS ALWAYS OPEN, COMMENT, REBLOG, OR ASK TO BE ADDED. 🏷️

#controlled chaos squad #Callsign Loki #Callsign-Loki #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #hangman #rooster #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun imagines #bradley bradshaw imagines #jake seresin imagines #top gun fanfiction #DakotaKazanskyWrites #DakotaKazanskyStories

[iaminsane-blog]

Little Lady, Big Guns.

here is chapter/part 2, hope you guys enjoy :)

As I sat in my cozy office decorated with various small portraits and nick knacks, continued to set out the base modeling on a piece of sketch paper for my newest invention. Throwable tasers. A small sketch of balls equipped with two metal prongs jutting out of one vertices. The slightly weighted metal prongs allowed for the taser to imbed itself into the skin of the victim.  This device would be perfect for far scale attacks, I know director Price would be pleased to see my work. To be truthful weapons weren’t my first interest for a career, it all started in a small gun shop off the coast of San Diego. 

Stumbling into the shop was like walking into a small cave, the walls covered in band posters, the slight smell of gunpowder. It was all unfamiliar but nonetheless comforting. An Old man with young eyes sat on a barstool chair behind the counter and his eyebrow quirked up slightly at the sight of me. 

“Can I help you ma’am?”

I held his gaze and let my eyes draw slightly to the right, to the large handheld gun case next to him. 

“I just moved into an apartment alone and I need a gun for safety.”

It was that simple sentence that launched into a full 30 month journey, first with buying, then the training lessons, the cleaning, hanging out at the store day by day. Mr.Wilcox and I had became extremely  close, with his extensive knowledge and my willing to learn we made a good team. It was when that April a call from a local hospital caught my phone. Mr. Wilcox was caught with a nasty case of stage 4 prostate cancer. Apparently he had known for a while, and simply wished to find a suitable heir to pass his beloved shop onto. It was that hot, humid day in April that I sat by his bedside, clutching keys he had pressed into my palm.

“Mr.Wilcox I have to ask one question, why didn’t you tell me?”

His eyes, glazed over and slightly cloudy still sparkled with a twinge of life.

“ If I had told you that I was going to die, you would’ve acted towards me with unconscious entitlement. And that would’ve blinded your true character. I trusted you with my life and now beyond that I trust you with my shop. Thank you Vera, I think its time.”

And as he closed his eyes peacefully I did the same, the only sound being the slow decline of the heartbeat monitor. 

A small wet spot appeared on my sketch and I swiped away at the sudden tears. I didn’t even register the small knocking coming from the doorframe, the tall frame of Soap. 

“Are you..are you okay?”

His gentle voice caught me a tiny bit off guard, but I needed to deflect his attention. 

“Yeah I was just you know, chopping onions so the tears.”

He gave me a small perplexed look but a small smirk accompanied it. 

“Well me and the boys were wondering if you wanted to come with us to lunch, we like to give newbies the rundown.” I stood and quickly swept up by drawings into my drawer, turning the lock and placing the small key into my back pocket. My outfit of choice today was another patterned skirt with instead a fitted long sleeve black turtleneck. My glasses had slightly slidden down my nose and I adjusted them accordingly before walking up to Soap with a smile. 

“I just have to warn yah, some of these guys haven’t so much as seen a woman in a while. And unfortunately they’ll see you as fresh meat.”

I gave him a tight lipped smile, I appreciated the warning but however I trusted myself. 

“Thanks Soap, but don’t you worry I can carry my own. Let’s go, I’m starving.”

The grayish lump that they called mashed potatoes and the slight orange burnt piece of meat they called beef steak did little to ignite my appetite. As I followed through behind Soap in the lunch line I got a view of the lunch room. Large metal tables situated row by row, each with a group of men seated. And each group of men seemed to have many sets of eyes, all of which were gazing directly at me. While Soap lead the way to my table it seemed very conversation that I passed had stopped, and each head turned my way. I sat down at the table next to Soap and across from Gaz and Ghost, and ghost still worn that damn mask. 

“Can this even be classified as food?”

I moved around the mash on my plate trying to find it somewhat appealing.

“Well it’s high in calories and resembles some sort of lump, So it’s good enough for us”

i let out a small giggle and reached forward for my coffee, straight black just how i like it. Being on this base for only a couple weeks didn’t give me enough time to fully discover it, and i might’ve heard in passing about a local bar.

“Well being a newbie I don’t get told everything but I might’ve heard through the grapevine that there’s a local bar around here? Do y’all know anything about that?”

the playful hint of my voice drew a slight smirk from Soap, who shot a half lidded glance to Ghost.

“Vera you have just trespassed into a dangerous land.”

His ominous answer only peaked my interest more.

“Come one Soap, let up. I’m a big girl I can take it”

He let out a small laugh and leaned forward, as did the others. Inviting me into an inner circle meeting. 

“Listen for newbies they do a certain, uh. Welcoming ritual of sorts. If you can handle yourself then we’ll swing by after lights out and take you . Just be warned it could get embarrassing.”

“I’m in, this is gonna be fun.”

A buzzing from the phone in my pocket brought my attention to an incoming call, from Director Prince. 

“Sorry boys, business calls.”

I collected my half eaten food and coffee while holding my phone between my shoulder and cheek. Walking away from the group.

at the table

“They’re gonna go hard on her.”

“Let’s just hope she isn’t a lightweight.”

Ghost’s jaw clicked with annoyance. He didn’t want you to get black out drunk in front of a group of eager men. It made his stomach churn and his heart burn. He figured showing chivalry, the one trait most of these men didn’t have…. perhaps she’d take notice. 

#ghostxreader #ghost riley #cod mw22 #cod mw2 ghost #cod mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghostbeingcute #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #tj watt

[southern-belle-outcasts]

(Now Rogue can get scarred too)

@sneakymystique

“JESUS CHRIST MOMMA GET OUT! Don’t even give me we all got skin or some bullshit, the last thing Ah wanna see is you nekkid!”

#sneakymystique #;little asks are made of gunpowder and lead #she’s looking for something to throw at her lbr

[autumnbrambleagain]

the problem with nonlinear thinking in a video game as opposed to a tabletop is a video game can only permit you to do what it's been made to account for, and accidents that happen to benefit you

when baldur's gate sends encounters at you that ask "how hard can you cheese this with your collection of barrels and weird trinkets? how weird can you glitch shit out so you loop enemies and win?" it doesn't get the benefit of a tabletop game with a GM who can adapt to the ideas on the fly

"i want to set up a string of rope and lead the enemy past it so they trip, and also bury daggers in the dirt so they land on the daggers"

you're limited to what the video game does, what it has room for, what it can be tricked into doing. you cannot KNOW without external knowledge or excessive experimentation what the video game GM can actually understand, and permit. it asks you to use your imagination, but only within an undefined constraint.

i like tactical games where you're given a set of options and have to find victory with those options

i'm not. SURE. how i feel about bg3 going "well, you grabbed a dozen barrels of flame wine from the earlier area, and gunpowder charges from another, and when this character was in dialogue you had another character set up a death zone to blow up the second combat started, right?"

on the one hand it makes me feel clever when i can pull it off

on the other hand, with so many fights, like the girl!shrek and the fascist patrol, where your entire party dies in round 2, it feels less like it rewards me for thinking outside the box and more judges me for not exploiting the game as hard as i possibly can

it's like the game stops you and goes, "hey, this isn't a game about casting spells or whatever. this is a game about setting up rube goldbergs. if you don't set up rube goldbergs or complex traps and schemes, you just die."

and i can PLAY like that. i can! but i kinda enjoy just going on an exciting adventure rather than suspending all verisimilitude and playing like a metafictionally active asshole like i'm always doing anyway

"uhh, why are we collecting all these barrels and chairs?"

"in three days we're going to get into a nasty fight, and so before that we're going to make a tower of chairs and barrels and place it so that the enemy runs into it and it all falls on their head and explodes"

"... ah. no, of course, i should have realized earlier, that makes sense"

"anyway, cast a silence spell around that corner. there's a mage there who'll ambush us in a few seconds."

and for me, the problem with using that part of my brain is there's really very little space between "i am exploiting external knowledge and bizarre patterns to manifest a victory" and "i install a mod that lets me click on enemies and turn their lives off"

both are using external consciousness processes to reach victory. i'm bending and abusing the laws of the game as far as i can. why not just GO all the way?

#autumn rambles

[siriannatan]

Unexpected Surprise - ScfWhip

It's at all not what I set out to write but I like the place it went to.

'Leading the alliance is too much on you fWhip, just pass it to Pearl of Gem... I... I'm leaving, I can't watch y... this.' Hearing Scott say that before withdrawing from WRA was not what really broke fWhip. It kind of broke him. Scott was a good friend and ally... And fWhip might have had a crush on him. He didn't stop being the leader of the alliance but he did withdraw from being active in Grimlands international affairs, simply leaving it all to his council. Excusing himself for not feeling too well.

He did in fact not feel too well. Random headaches and almost constant itching. Lack of appetite. The trouble with sleep. His knee hurt more than it usually did.

His healers had no idea what was wrong with him and almost begged him to ask Gem for help... Of course, his perfect, loving twin sister would know what to do. And berate him for being an idiot to do whatever caused it. fWhip did not want that so he firmly told them to figure it out and to not go to the Cliffs', threatened them even. His short and fiery temperament was well known among his people. The council itself didn't argue too much as long as they could bring at least the matters that required his attention to him. Not that stuff like that happened often.

They were probably glad their cripple count would finally stop 'overworking' himself. As if he was any less capable of making decisions because he had a bad knee.

Anyway, he stepped back from being as active as a ruler and almost never left his manor for... he wasn't quite sure how long. He buried all of his attention into the long overdue project on improving the town. Design of a new, faster and capable of transporting more train that would connect Eastvale to all the major mines and the gunpowder farms. Better gunpowder refining machine. Farming machinery. He simplified the heating system that was in the mansion and made it simpler and easier to install around the town. He buried himself in his inventions and how to make Grimlands better the only way he was confident he could...

Maybe Scott was right. Maybe he should have stepped back from leadership... At least that's what fWhip thought whenever he tried to sleep as rare as it was. He was simply not tired most of it. Or hungry, just weirdly thirsty. If he was honest food just tasted a bit meh, but wine was good. Nice dark wine.

He realised what was wrong with him about two months into this self-exile. When he went to see the new train set off for the first time. Or was supposed to at least, instead he had to be treated for major burns he suffered the moment the sun touched what little skin he had exposed. And since it was a nice event he dressed up a bit nicer, freshened up. Washed and brushed his hair. It grew up a significant amount but he didn't have time to cut it. And it wasn't like it bothered him.

In the end, he didn't show up. The tale of his sickness being more serious than it was got out to the citizens. And once again, fWhip loudly refused his sister or any ally to be informed. He could manage it. He could deal with it. He did not need any help from anyone.

Another month later, when a new mine was being opened he showed up. Covered from his boots to his neck, almost to his chin. Hiding under an umbrella an assistant had to hold for him as he leaned heavier than usual on his cane. He couldn't even carry his own umbrella with how bad the thirst for blood was. So far nothing he brewed in his alchemy lab could solve his thirst. Some managed to subdue it for a short time but not as well as blood could. Animal blood did not work at all. He was not giving up on that.

His public appearance has calmed the residents' worries for his health. Not completely since he did look rather pale and needed an umbrella but him being there had them speculating he was slowly recovering. He knew he'd eventually have to return to ruling more actively. But first, he needed to solve his thirst for blood so he locked himself in his manor for one more time. Hopefully.

He was hunched over his alchemy table. Any and all books relating to vampires his aides and advisors managed to find without alarming Gem. They got more wary of him and his moods since the change was discovered. He was hunched over a tome he'd read more than three times at that point when a cough had him turning around so fast he nearly fell. At his door there was... Scott.

As unfairly pretty as always. Not a hair or snowy white feather of his wings was out of place. Not a spec of dust or dirt other than some damp spots from the snow on his cloak. Why was he here? Wasn't he staying neutral, keeping out of everyone's conflicts? At least that's what fWhip's advisors told him. They did not mention he was somehow even more handsome now. "Scott?" he asked, rather dumbly. Congratulations fWhip, you're considered a genius and that's the best you can say when faced with a pretty face? "What are you doing here? Who let you in?" at least he managed to quickly recover.

"I broke in," Scott almost shrugged. "You weren't at the past three emperor meetings, you haven't said anything about Sausage almost starting a war with Lizzie's baby brother..."

"She's got a brother?" he asked a bit dumbly. Maybe just then realising he should have been a bit more involved.

"...and you missed a whole new empire settling between Mythland and Ocean Empire," Scott carried on but didn't look angry or disappointed. Just sad and worried. "And you missed my brother's wedding, but that's probably good, I was embarrassingly close to freezing the whole event... Why did you lock yourself in your mansion for six months?" and there was the question fWhip was worried about.

He could quickly come up with a lie. He could try and get Scott to leave. Or he could do what he actually did and crumble down and cry making Scott panic and rush to his side.

"I'm sorry if I shouldn't have come in but I was worried," Scott started to apologise as he pulled fWhip into a loose hug. "You vanish, skip what I thought would be a big thing and then show up barely standing up and under an umbrella... And so damn pale. fWhip... Please tell me it isn't because I was an idiot because I was a massive idiot when I..."

"You were right. All I did in those past six months I could have done without my dumb title..." fWhip huffed but didn't pull away. He didn't have it in him to move at all.

"I... I shouldn't have phrased it like I did," Scott cut him, tightening the tentative hug. "What I meant to say is 'I can't keep watching you lose sleep trying to solve everyone's issues'... I just couldn't keep seeing it and then you all but vanished and I heard some worrying rumours..."

Scott stopped. fWhip had no idea what to say to him. Partially worried the elf would notice he was technically dead... 

"And then I heard you showed up in person and didn't look too good and I barely stopped myself from coming here then. I told myself you were likely getting better but then this whole border thing started and nothing from you... I came back to blaming myself... All I wanted was for you to take a break..." Scott continued as fWhip remained silent. "I hate that I needed a dumb reason to come and apologise... I was an idiot fWhip I'm..."

Now that fWhip could not listen to. "I was sick Scott," he stopped the elf. "At first I lost sleep and appetite, no one had any idea what was going on, sun made me itch. When I was supposed to present the train we discovered what happened. I was turned into a vampire," he stopped to give Scott a chance to pull back, to get distance between them. The elf stayed put and silent. "Based on how it happened we assume it's some sort of Blood Sheep blessing, Grimlands doesn't really have that many places of worship of any kind much less priests and I didn't want to cause undue panic so I locked myself in again to try and figure out a solution to needing blood..." 

This time fWhip waited for Scott to speak. "Did you find anything?" the elven king asked. He didn't seem at all repulsed by what fWhip was. 

"Nothing that would work in the long term, it either solves the thirst for not nearly long enough or almost not at all.." fWhip sighed, letting himself slump in Scott's arms. He was no longer too worried about Scott being disgusted or angry with him. Instead, he let himself realise how dumb he was to keep it all away from his allies and friends. "Wine is the best but not good enough, it doesn't really help me regenerate too much energy..."

Scott was silent for a moment. His heartbeat rang loudly through fWhip's head, making him damn aware of how hungry he was despite constantly testing blood alternatives. "Do you have to kill someone to feed?" Scott asked just as fWhip was about to warn him about his building-up hunger. 

"I don't but..."

"I'm giving you my permission fWhip, and it better be as hot as I think it may be," the elf chuckled.

fWhip sighed. There was no arguing with Scott. Or how hungry he was. But there was arguing with the setting. "I'm not biting you on my workshop floor," the vampire protested and with shocking even to himself ease but lacking some grace on the account of his knee not being fixed in his transformation. 

"Fine, but only because you're handsome," Scott almost giggled as fWhip helped him up. He was a noble after all, even if his clothes were sooty and dirty. And some of that soot rubbed on Scott's pale blue coat. Lucky for fWhip it didn't seem to bother him at the moment. "You let your hair grow out," he pointed out as fWhip led the way to his long unused bed chambers.

"It was easier to tie it back and ignore it than keep cutting it," fWhip almost shrugged. He never paid much attention to his looks unless he needed to attend a formal event. Well, even then he'd leave it to others. "I might leave it like this, it's not too hard to take care of."

Scott hummed and sneaked an arm around fWhip's shoulders. He didn't say anything but fWhip had a feeling him keeping his hair long was appreciated. Maybe he could bother fWhip about hair care sometime just to humour him, and maybe mess with him. 

"Should I assume Rivendell wants back into WRA?" he asked as he let Scott in. The room was clean, bed made, curtains closed like in the whole mansion. "I think others may be persuaded with good enough reasons."

"My accursed council would have to be persuaded first but Xor's hubby joining Cod Alliance might help it along, we don't like forest elves up in the mountains," Scott had what fWhip would call the most attractive smirk he's ever seen in his life on his face as he made himself comfy on the plush couch fWhip lately used more than the bed. To read on and avoid his advisors and aides. 

He just chuckled at Scott's words. He was fully aware how much the elven Royal Council liked their king. He had a feeling Scott's older brother's marriage made them a bit less fond of Xornoth. "We can talk boring politics later, maybe bother my council into being nice to you," fWhip hummed as he settled himself in Scott's lap. He had no idea how to go about biting Scott but this seemed like the best position. And it had Scott blushing slightly so... a win. "Changed your mind?" he asked just to be sure, baring his fangs just a little.

"That's hot," Scott breathed, blushing even harder. "And no, I did not..."

At that fWhip grinned wider, nodded and whispered, "Pull my hair if I take too much," and bit Scott's neck. Letting his instincts lead him but not take over.

And it was damn hard to not let his instincts lead him. He never experienced something he could even compare to how good it felt to sink his fangs into something... someone alive. But even that bliss paled compared to the taste of blood hitting his tongue. Sweet and savoury at the same time. So warm and sticky. It was so hard to pull back when he felt a cold hand in his hair. The pull barely registered at the back of his barely-in-control mind. Licking what spilled out the small wounds as he pulled off Scott before properly pulling back.

Not that he really did that. Scott's hands grabbed his shirt, his coat was unworn since he last left the house, and pulled him into a hungry kiss. fWhip fought neither the pull nor Scott's ice-cold lips. He was dead, the inhuman cold radiating off of the elf did not bother him in the slightest. If anything it added to the kiss. 

"Bed?" Scott asked after pulling fWhip back. Unfortunately, Scott still had to breathe. fWhip hummed and practically dragged Scott to his bed. It would finally have a good use...

To say fWhip's council wasn't too happy to see Scott catching fWhip up on what was happening outside Grimlands over breakfast. Plans for Rivendell to rejoin did not make them any less upset. Not that they had any say. They were there to help fWhip, not make decisions for him. They could be easily replaced.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #fanfiction #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #scfwhip #vampire fwhip

[passivenovember]

Got requests for more autistic!billy, so here you go!

--

“You wanna go home, baby?”

Billy flinches, pupils dilating around the soft orange glow of Joyce’s kitchen lamp.

Even through the window, Billy’s nose sniffs at a horizon full of gunpowder and smoke. On the lawn everyone he’s ever cared about hold fire in their hands, sparklers racing to get to the end of their dummy sticks. 

Billy has seven mosquito bites on his legs. He counted them when Max brought out the sparklers. 

Three on his left knee, one on his right, and a goodie-bag of little itchy bumps split between both shins. It’s hard to focus when his body stings like that, and every inch of him is oily and gross from the bug spray Dustin made at home, ankles and wrists left tingling from Hopper’s dog licking the sunscreen from his leg hair, and.

It’s been a long day.

Billy plops his red solo cup next to the sink, flinching when another big boom pains the dark night sky in shades of golden amber.

“We can go,” Steve says again. 

He’s not upset, really. Doesn’t sound exhausted or disappointed by the tight wind to Billy’s shoulders, and.

And Bill knows it must’ve been hard to get here. To piece the puzzle on shaky ground, countless memories cut short when Billy starts to fold inward, limbs curling close to his body because when it’s time to go home it’s time.

Steve never gets angry because Steve can read him, cover to cover, in three seconds flat. As if Billy were a book, spine smoothed open, pages spread and gathering sunlight to illuminate the words that flicker raw across his face. Steve reads him better than anyone.

And Steve flickers, himself, dimly in the reflection of the kitchen window. Arms and cheeks stiff like they are when Steve wants to touch Billy but isn’t sure how to ask.

Billy turns to face him, hips scraping unpleasantly against the raw edge of the sink. When their eyes lock together, Steve flushes. Sucks on his lips and then smiles, soft and secret, when Billy holds out his hand. 

Steve takes it. Dopey smile leading him closer, into Billy’s space. 

Billy plays with the ring on Steve’s finger and says, glumly, “It’s only eight o’clock.” 

Because it’s the Fourth. And it’s a holiday. And their whole family is here, but.

“I honestly don’t mind,” Steve says. 

Billy’s heart leaps into his throat. “Yeah?”

“I’m kind of burnt out with the whole. Ka-boom Fourth of July bullshit, anyway.” Steve tugs a hand through his hair and reaches out, four fingers brushing the goosepimples on Billy’s shoulder. “Wanna go? I can make us some mac and cheese.”

“Mac and cheese, huh?”

“Oh yeah, we can eat it out of the pot in the living room. Build a blanket fort and watch some T.V., something soft and quiet--”

“Like Mr. Rogers Neighborhood?” Billy asks, knowing his voice is high and bright with hope. 

Steve flushes deeper, lips quirking into a gut-melting smile when he tugs Billy closer. Wraps his arms around Billy’s neck. 

“Sure,” He says valiantly, full Disney Prince. “We could watch Bob Ross. All night, cuddling until the sun comes up on a bright, quiet sky.”

And Billy wants that. Tonight. Forever. “We can?” He asks, just to hear Steve cast the monsters into the darkness, where they belong. 

“It’s our house,” Steve says. “We make the rules.”

#harringrove #fluff #autistic!billy

[englishstrawbie]

#kacytober: OCT08. moon

They are on their way back from a night out with Lucy’s team when Kate suddenly pulls over on the side of the road.

Lucy frowns, confused. “Why are we stopping?”

Kate doesn’t answer as she switches off the engine and opens the door, stepping out onto the gravel. Curious, and a little concerned about her girlfriend’s unusual behaviour, Lucy follows her. They are at the top of a path leading down to the beach, the waves lapping at the shore beneath them.

“Um, babe…” Lucy starts, but she is quickly silenced by Kate, who looks over her shoulder and grins at her.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going on the beach,” she says. She holds out her hand to Lucy, who takes it, and tugs her closer. “Don’t look down, look up.”

Lucy follows Kate’s finger pointing upwards, her eyes immediately settling on the bright, white moon above them.

“The full moon?” Lucy questions.

Kate nods, a smile brightening her face. “Yeah.”

“You’re not about to tell me that you believe in werewolves, are you?” Lucy says lightly, still not understanding why they are on the side of the road looking at the same celestial body that lights the sky every night.

Accustomed to Lucy’s teasing by now, Kate chuckles. She steps back and leans against the hood of her car, and waits for Lucy to do the same.

“Did you know that we only ever see the same side of the moon from earth? And that those who have walked on the moon say that moondust smells like gunpowder?”

“No, I didn’t,” Lucy says. She looks at Kate curiously. “I didn’t know you were into space stuff?”

“I’m not,” Kate says. “But my dad loves it. He always said that his one big wish is to walk on the moon some day.” Her eyes glaze over. “When we were kids, he used to make up all these bedtime stories for me and Noah about people who lived on the moon and other planets, and what is was like up there in space.”

She lets go of Lucy’s hand and rolls up the sleeve of her left arm, palm up. It is dark, except for the moonlight, so Lucy has to squint to see the small mark that Kate points out just below her the bend of her elbow.

“I broke my arm when I was seven. Noah and I were playing in his bedroom, pretending that we were on the Apollo 11 mission. He was Neil Armstrong, I was Buzz Aldrin. We were climbing over his bed, pretending like we were walking on the moon, and I stepped too close to the edge. I slipped and fell on the floor, and landed on my arm. Noah felt so guilty, he spent the next six weeks while it was in a cast sneaking me ice cream to make up for it.”

She smiles at the memory.

Lucy runs the tip of her finger over the small scar, smiling as Kate presses her lips to her hair. She looks up at her.

“You know, when you were undercover and Elena asked you about your family, you said you didn’t have one any more,” Lucy says softly. “You talk about your brother sometimes, but you don’t talk about your parents.”

Kate drops her gaze, looking out at the ocean instead of into the stars.

“We’re not close any more,” Kate says quietly.

“Since Noah died?”

Kate shakes her head. “That made us closer for a while,” Kate says. “And then I decided that I wanted to join the Department of Defense, and that upset them. After losing Noah, they wanted me to get a safe desk job after graduation. They didn’t like the idea, they thought I’d be putting my life at risk.”

She gestures at the fading scars on her face from her fight with Malkie.

“I guess they were right to be worried.”

“Hey, nothing’s going to happen to you, not under my watch,” Lucy says. “I told you, I’m gonna make you the most kickass fighter you can be.”

She says it so earnestly that Kate smiles.  

“So why the D.I.A.?” Lucy asks, returning to their conversation.

“It was never the plan. I always wanted to run a not-for-profit, to do something good,” Kate says. “But after Noah died – how he died, and no-one ever being held accountable for his death – I didn’t want anyone else to go through what we did.”

She feels Lucy’s hand slip into hers and a gentle squeeze.

“You are doing something good. I bet Noah would be really proud of you.”

Tears pool in the corner of Kate’s eyes and she wipes them away with the back of her free hand.

“I hope so.”

“I know so,” Lucy says, leaning across and pressing a kiss against Kate’s cheek.

Kate feels a warmth spread through her. It is not just the physical touch; after so many years of closing herself off to people, Kate feels the warmth that comes with letting Lucy into her heart and mind, of sharing stories with her that no-one else knows, of sharing pieces of herself that no-one else sees. It feels better than she ever imagined it could and she plans to bask in that warmth for as long as she can.

“Come on,” she says, tugging at Lucy’s hand. “Let’s go home.”

#ncis hawai'i #ncis hawaii #kate whistler #lucy tara #kacy #kacytober #ncis hawai’i fanfiction #my fanfiction #I know I'm a day behind again!

[fireworkreindeer]

@2-point-5 mentioned I should do so.... Here's MY version of Sheriff Jimmy x Bandit Tango!

Tango had to admit, this was crazy. He knew his plan was crazy, but he was doing it anyways because he's in love with a sheriff. His plan? Simple: Do whatever he can to get the sheriff's attention... by causing a whole load of problems. He couldn't help it! He was gonna try a more pacifist approach, walking up and talking, but he went with this because he's an awkward, blaze boy. "What to do today?" He muttered to himself as he began to think out a plan. He thought for a while, a few dumb ideas popped up. "Steal the terracotta? Nope, that would take ages trying to get rid of every piece. Plus, it'll ruin the landscape... Steal the gunpowder? No. He has a farm and there's probably a backup farm..... I got it! Steal from the bank! IT'S GENIUS!!!!" He began to plan out everything and waited until nightfall.

Once it was dark, Tango made his way over to the bank. He quietly opened the door and snuck in. He looked around and saw no security? This'll be easier than he thought. He broke down the iron door and pulled out a bundle and began to steal the gold and all the other precious materials. "What do you think you're doing?" He froze. He was caught. He slowly turned around to the the sheriff place a torch on the wall. "Uh....I uh-" he stuttered. "Why are you stealing from me?" He blushed, this wasn't going to go well. "Are you gonna talk or..." "W-Well you see- I... um..." "Are you alright? You look awfully red" "Umm-" Jimmy jumped back once the thief fainted. He panicked a little. "Hey.... you okay?" He asked once they opened their eyes after trying to get them awake.

He helped them sit up. "I'm sorry!" They shouted. "I know that I'm such a moron. I did this because... I'm in love with you" he whispers that last part. "Wait a minute. So your telling me that all of the bandit problems I've been having, is by you, because you love me?" Tango nodded, feeling so stupid. Jimmy lowered his head and began to chuckle before throwing his head back, laughing. Tango was so confused. Why was he laughing? He was kind of cute when he- No! Bad Tango. Don't simp for him even more!!! "That is by far, one of the most weirdest yet well thought out way to get someone's attention" smiled Jimmy once he had stopped laughing. Tango blushed again. "So it was you who put up the terracotta stall to building an entire base in my Tumble Town?" Tango nodded. "Well, you are smart I'll give you that" "But also incredibly stupid because now I know how easy it is to talk to you, and I should've done this from the start! But I didn't and-" he sighs.

"I lived here alone for a long time until you showed up and began to build Tumble Town. I was so amazed by the stuff you were making, to bring this place life and I really wanted to help! But instead I caused problems and I'm sorry. Please don't throw me in jail!" He begged. "No. I have a better plan" smirked Jimmy. "What's that?" "Help me make Tumble Town the best empire!" Grinned Jimmy. He was shocked. "Uh.... Sure?" "Great! Come with me" Jimmy grabbed a hold of his hand and lead him out of the bank. "W-Where are we going?" "To my place! Cause you're staying the night. And tomorrow, we'll work together to make this the best place ever!" Tango couldn't help but grin. But then realised, none of this would've happened if he bothered to see if the sheriff was even at his house before robbing the bank.

#Tangotek #jimmy solidarity #empires season two #rancher duo #team rancher #solidaritek #hermitcraft x empires #Empires s2

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 8/16/22

currently unemployed so i am real goddamn fuckin chatty in this one

listening CTRL^^^ by MONOWHALES bc jack read me for filth with this rec several weeks ago and it's been in heavy rotation since then, so into the tuesday playlist it goes.

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reading Falling Sky by Rajan Khanna (published 2014, author says the concept began in 2008).

premise: this is an interesting little bridge between the steampunk and zombie trends. the comps on the back of the book (thriller/noir/hemingway/miyazaki) are not very accurate. it's set in california, a generation after fast and smart zombies that reproduce have made the ground is too dangerous, so most people roam about in airships and zeppelins (good on the author for distinguishing them, knowing his terminology, also giving some of them vertical takeoff and landing capability). posits a world where the airship was ubiquitous before the apocalypse, which is fascinating, bc the airship our hero owns is one stolen by his grandfather as shit went down. our hero is a jaded bodyguard is trying to keep a pack of scientists researching an infection detection method safe in a secret ground-based lab. wait up go back hold up a minute where do they get the hydrogen and helium? don't worry about the hydrogen, mr khanna says, let's talk about helium, which is marketed through a floating city with a secret ground-based mining facility (???). airships meet at covert docking points on tall buildings, there's a chicago outpost of sky vikings that's taken over the local floating sky city, you know, the usual. i can only imagine the airships look something like the aeroscraft??

worldbuilding stuff: props for the mention of salted pigeon meat, an established gunpowder manufacturing chain, general thoughtfulness about what salvage components are most valuable, what kinds of food keep and how to safely preserve them, boiled water (i don't think i've ever seen boiled water as a matter of everyday course in a postapoc novel), several different types of biofuels. i never found myself asking "well how DO they get [BASIC RESOURCE]"? this is mostly well-handled without a lot of infodumping, with little throwaways like "hey i tested your new biofuel blend, it was good in x ways and bad in y ways, do you have any more of z blend?"

character stuff: congrats to the protag for being sad about a dead dad instead of being sad about a dead wife. there is a sex scene that's pretty tasteful, mostly vague concepts, and did not make me cringe. the protagonist has a terrible crush on the female lead but is pretty respectful about it, is on good terms with his ex, and the other female merc they team up with is an extremely capable person even if she is mostly used as a battering ram. this was a welcome surprise! the most interesting character work that happens to our hero is a synagogue in the floating city, where our hero ends up after a particularly bad day and sort of makes a stab at reconnecting with his faith. i don't know that i've ever seen an atheist jewish protagonist in a postapoc novel before, or much discussion of religion aside from cults?

stylistic stuff: there is a very fine line between hemingway-style terseness and choppiness, and this tends to veer choppy (as i often do with my own writing). i didn't quite jive with the style, nor do i particularly care about our hero. he's fine. he's just kind of bland? the book is mostly about the protagonist telling you what he's doing, bc it's first person present tense. this doesn't bother me a ton, bc that seems to be the current trend in english fic in the handful of fandoms i pay attention to.

the backstory and infrastructure of the world is there but not necessarily the people that live there. good bones, not enough meat, the style and focus on and-this-is-what-happened-next was somewhat irritating. h owever this was a perfectly adequate first novel, and my hope is that the second and third novels improve. they are remarkably hard to track down, i found this one on a whim in a little free library. from reading a preview of the second book it already seems more noir-ish so i am cautiously optimistic.

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watching i was adding stuff to letterboxd (really fucking hate that letterboxd has got me watching more movies. what the fuck are they doing with all my data. what are they using my movie watching habits to sell) anyway i was adding stuff to letterboxd and was reminded of the film Pitch Black (2000, dir. Twohy), which is an extremely competent little scifi/horror thing i enjoy a lot.

this zoom in to escaped convict riddick watching people frantically look for him after a spaceship crash is, as one letterboxd reviewer put it "like some sort of deranged bugs bunny", is the funniest zoom in the trilogy. this film works very well with its budgetary limitations and is mostly filmed in the desert under the blazing sunlight or in near-pitch darkness, freeing up a lot of money for creatures that have aged in an endearingly (imo) early 2000s way. like the mad max movies, it asks the question "what if an extremely unpleasant man is unchained and treated like a person? what happens to his personality and decisions after that?" this one's quite solid and i don't have much to say to it other than give it a little "pretty good movie!" trophy. it also sticks its ending, a thing i cannot say for the other two riddick movies. which i also rewatched.

beautiful fuckin aurorae look at that shit. The Chronicles of Riddick (2004, dir. Twohy) is not very good but we must give it points for sheer visual style. they truly do not make em like this any more, and they made the plot too big and galaxy-encompassing. this movie was at its was most successful when riddick is trying to find a specific person. it was also at its most successful when it's a movie about how riddick and also a planet are trying to kill you. i do not like the attempted sexual assault in this one. the ending made me go "ohhhhh" in sudden understanding but it did not pay off the "guy loses everything he cares about but gets enormous power/riches/etc he's been striving for" bc the movie establishes that what he wants is to be left alone with the two people he sort of cares about safe. the ending would have hurt more if the movie had spent like three more beats really hammering in that he just wants to be left alone.

i like the first half of Riddick (2013, dir. Twohy), when it's just a guy and his weird dog figuring out how to survive the planet. the last half is an early stab at what the john wick movies would become, combined with the last half of pitch black. there are some very fun, very tense shots in the last half, even if it completely forgets some stuff it set up in the first half of the movie.

i don't care about this one as much bc riddick experiences no interesting character changes. the most overarching thematic element, if we can very loosely call it that, is at the beginning, when he says "time to get back in touch with my animal side" and then...doesn't do that. he talks to his dog. he teaches it tricks. he shows himself to have a better understanding of the human psyche and how to really freak people the fuck out better than any of the posturing mercs after him.

i mostly dislike this one a great deal bc i do not like how the out lesbian in this one, with big guns and a sniper rifle longer than she is tall, is there for the men to constantly make passes at. there is an attempted sexual assault in this one too, and she..sleeps with riddick at the end??? i don't fully understand what was happening there. this riddick does not feel like the same riddick as the one from the previous movies. like the daniel craig bond movies, he is at his best when he reluctantly cares about someone and is reluctantly going "uggggHHHHHH FINE I GUESS I'LL BE A GOOD GUY BUT I'M GOING TO BE MAD THE WHOLE TIME AND EXTRA SCARY >:( " like yes yes big muscle man do flip and be very smart and punch hard and look nice. what does the big muscle man FEEL. that's when these movies get interesting, when they remind you riddick is a real actual guy and these aren't just stunt movies, and this last movie had too much bleh for me to enjoy the back half. so we progress in this trilogy from "really fucking fun and interesting, extremely tight and self-contained thesis" to "bizarre but going for something, thesis unknown" to "this is two different movies and not very much fun. cool dog tho". we must hand it to these movies as a whole for going "man vs nature on other planets lets us get REAL insane with it".

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playing honestly probably a hiatus from Gaming (TM) for a while

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making roundup of several small things.

a list of the westerns i would let other people watch, made for my siblings who will be visiting for christmas. they get to pick which ones but i do get to inflict three westerns upon them.

a rashomon-trope fallout fic for yeehawgust, where everyone has a different story about What Actually Happened: "There was a rumored pre-War banquet hall full of uranium glass place settings, ripe for selling to the Courier for her wedding. Now there’s a giant crater and four different stories about whose fault it is."

finally rigged up plant lights two and a half months after moving in. had to heavily prune and discard some plants, which makes me feel bad, and discovered i am still battling scale, which also makes me feel bad. however, now i know it's there and i can start dealing with it again. still need to rig up something better for my poor pencil plant, which also needs to be pruned and repotted bc it got Very leggy. do not worry about the snake plants they live in my office they didn't actually go anywhere

stopped at a yard sale, met a baby, pet a very friendly and well behaved chihuahua, got a 2-foot 10 through 60 parts to the inch architect’s scale and a pair of Wiss shears for a dollar. the shears are very dull, need a new nut, significant enamel wear on the handles which is annoying, but cannot beat the price for new kitchen shears. u kids know the drill into the vinegar bath it goes. will have to have a think about how to stop the handles from rusting again. maybe a dip in the can of white enamel paint i used for the kitchen table, maybe a funky new kind of spray paint is in my future.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

[containatrocity]

THE DIRGE: OLEANDER "OCTOBER ROULETTE" GRIMM

(That man he's a monster!) Made a deal with the demons, he's a cold hearted heathen- yeah it's gunpowder season.

"October Roulette. Any name I used to have hardly matters anymore, because that's the only one anybody bothers to pay any lip service. I'm 48 years old and hail from Georgia, where I started my career as a musician at 18 years old. As the frontman for Autumn's Gamblers I made my name as a temperamental, over the top man, eventually alienating my bandmates and going solo as Odd Revolver. I'm technically a visitor, living in the commune since my arrival and largely keeping to myself and among my own interests. I do not currently hold employment and likely won't, until forced to act. As a man bent on vices and violence, it's a little rude to ask me to narrow down my absolute favorite- but blood spilled in service of my own personal gain has always been the hardest habit to kick."

Name: Oleander Grimm- though he's known entirely by his stage name, October Roulette.

Aliases: Ock, Toby, Ten, TKO

Age: 48 (July 17th)

Sexuality/Gender: pansexual cis male

Personality: self-servicing and cruel, October Roulette has built his empire off the backs of people too foolish to best him at his own game. Despite his clear talent for music and gift of gab, it's hustles and foul play that he's benefited from the most- and these things inform his personality. Boisterous, loud, and commanding both in stature and engagement with the world at large, October's charisma belies a rather mean-spirited layer just under the surface. He'd much sooner watch somebody grovel for his attention than offer a kindness, and it's a history in the tabloids and gossip rags since the 90s that's fed his ego. He's violent to a fault, eager to put his fists and firearms to work when the opportunity arises, and a game of chance played against October Roulette oft ends poorly- like the Russian style of his namesake.

Occupation: currently unemployed, former rockstar as Odd Revolver and the frontman of Autumn's Gamblers.

Affiliations: the commune, Quinn

Scent Profile: clove cigarettes and heady, musky cologne, there's a lingering scent of gunpowder and copper, something subtly sweet that turns the stomach unpleasantly- it feels disingenuous- meant to draw you in like honey-like a flytrap.

Aesthetic: Bitter black coffee in a cup stained with blood, ceramic streaked sanguine and too many rings dotted with gore. Absent sips and sigilcraft- thy art is murder- in blood your pact paid due. A large furred coat and an ornate revolver, your namesake, a tool- it feels impersonal, now. Blood on hands on rings on neck. Stained red. Guitar strings and lyric sheets. The devil left Georgia in your body. You do death's will now. A dirge. A song for the dead. It mourns not- through you, it is a bellowing scream.

Opened up his eyes with a double-edged blade, time to pay the price for the choices that he made, whispers in his head slowly tapping on his brain- Praying to a God that he's never gonna face.

CHAPTER ONE: LIFE IN HUNTSVILLE POST ARRIVAL.

October has few duties beyond being perceived as what he is, massive, deadly, dangerous. It is his presence that encourages second thoughts in those who might choose to 'put an end' to the talk of the creatures in the woods demanding sacrifice to allow the townspeople to roam free, and it is his freedom to behave in his typical capacity, a bully and a brute that keeps him loyal to the cause- He is an imposing, monstrous figure, and he is never much more than a shout of his name away from an act of brutality in service of his ultimate goal: Keeping Huntsville locked away, with himself and a chosen few at the helm. He doesn't need power, he does not seek to lead, he wants only to do what he's done since he was a boy. To kill. To consume. To hunt those lesser than him in service of his pacts with things more evil than he could ever hope to grasp.

He is charismatic, despite this, and endearing when he must be, charming enough to pull strings, famous enough prior to his time in Huntsville to prey upon those weak enough to fall victim to the glitz and glamour of perceived celebrity- It's left him a tumultuous figure, to say the least, love or hate him, October is undeniable, commanding a room when he enters and using that presence to bolster the words of someone who may lead to the town's undoing.

#huntsvilleintro #o.aesthetic #o.musings #o.threads #o.bio #o.music #o.headcanons #Death Knell;