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etherealstar-writes · 4 months

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PAINTBALL | ARSENAL WOMEN X READER

pairings: arsenal women x reader

summary: in which you're involved in a chaotic paintball battle with your friends

warnings: none

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Beth gasped as you shoved Katie down, taking a hit to the chest.

"I've got her!" Katie yelled, dragging you to safety and checked your pulse. "She's still alive!"

"Of course she is," Viv mumbled, taking aim and shooting Leah in the leg as she ran into the open. "This isn't a real battle."

You sat up, giving Katie a thumbs up. "Just paintball, Katie."

Beth shrieked as a series of paintballs hit the towers behind her and Viv, both of them ducking down.

"Give it a shot." Katie nudged you with her gun and you nodded.

Rolling onto your knees, you poked your head above the small fort and spotted Kyra with two paintball handguns. "What! Where did she get those? Not fair."

You closed one eye and aimed before pulling the trigger as three paintballs shot out and hit Kyra along her shoulders and arms. "Ha!"

"Get down!" Viv chided you three, getting back to her position. "If you stay up too long, you'll-"

A pink paintball was splattered behind them with paint flying everywhere and added to the array of colours in Viv’s and Beth's hair.

"AH!" Viv swore under her breath in Dutch.

"Viv, no! Wait!" Beth tried to grab Viv and pull her down, but she was already standing and shooting randomly at where Kyra, Leah, Caitlin, and Lia were hiding.

Caitlin jumped up and made it one step forward before paintballs were pelted at her everywhere. And while everyone was distracted targeting poor Caitlin, Kyra rolled out, aiming her gun and shot Viv in the chest.

"Vivi, nooo!" Beth dramatically wailed out.

She yanked Viv down, half cradling, half strangling her while Viv tried to break free. "Oi! Let me go! I'm fine! I'm not dead!"

Beth wiped away a fake tear. "In the world of paintball, you are."

As Viv rolled her eyes at Beth's melodramatic display, the three of you huddled together, plotting your next move. The battlefield was filled with laughter and shouts as paintball pellets whizzed through the air.

You wiped a streak of paint off your cheek and exchanged determined glances with Katie and Beth.

"We need a strategy," you said, your voice low. "We can't let them take us down one by one."

Katie nodded, her eyes scanning the field. "Let's focus on Lia and Caitlin first. They seem to work well together, and if we eliminate one of them, the other will be easier to handle."

Beth sniffled theatrically, still cradling Viv. "Vivi, my love, we shall avenge you! We will paint the field with the colours of victory! Your sacrifice will not be in vain."

Viv couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Just make sure you actually hit them, unlike the sorry attempt you made to save me."

The three of you broke into laughter, and once the giggles subsided, you set your plan into motion. Sneaking through the field, you took cover behind barricades and crates, moving stealthily towards Lia and Caitlin's position.

As you approached, you signalled to Katie and Beth to be ready. With a coordinated attack, you emerged from cover, firing a series of paintballs at Lia and Caitlin. The two opponents fought valiantly, but your combined assault overwhelmed them.

Lia was the first to go down, her colourful attire now adorned with splatters of paint. Caitlin, still defiant, tried to retaliate, but Beth, channelling her inner warrior, charged forward and unleashed a flurry of paintball fury. Caitlin's resistance crumbled, and she joined Lia in paint-covered defeat.

"Two down!" Katie exclaimed, exchanging triumphant high-fives with you and Beth. "Now, Leah is next."

You regrouped, strategising your approach to take down Leah, who was proving to be a formidable opponent.

“You can’t get me, losers!” Leah yelled out as she sprinted away from you.

“Don’t be so sure about that!” With a combination of flanking manoeuvres and coordinated attacks, you managed to corner Leah. And with a well-aimed shot, she had no choice but to surrender to the colourful onslaught.

“Hah! Take that, Williamson!” You jumped in joy while Leah playfully glared at you as she was dramatically sprawled out on the floor. “Who’s the loser now?”

Your little victory was cut short when dramatic gasps were heard from Beth and Katie. While you’d been busy with Leah, Kyra had taken the chance to sneak up behind those two and had surprised them with a rapid blast of paintballs.

“Gotcha!” Kyra exclaimed, grinning at her successful ambush as those two went down. “It’s only me and you now, Y/n!”

The battlefield was now eerily quiet, with only the distant sounds of laughter and shouts from other ongoing matches. You and Kyra were the last ones standing, facing off against each other.

"Ready to surrender, Kyra?" You called out, crouching behind a makeshift barricade.

Kyra's laughter echoed across the field. "Not a chance, Y/n! I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve."

The two of you engaged in a lively exchange of paintball shots, dodging and weaving through the obstacles. Paint splatters filled the air as the vibrant colours painted the battlefield. The tension between you and Kyra was palpable, but there was also a shared sense of enjoyment in the competition.

As the battle raged on, you managed to catch Kyra off guard with a well-timed shot. A burst of laughter erupted from your lips as the paintballs landed on her, covering her shoulders and arms.

"I gotcha, Kyra!" You exclaimed, revelling in the sweet taste of victory.

Kyra dramatically staggered, clutching her chest in mock defeat. "Noooo!"

Theatrically, she collapsed to the ground while your teammates rushed to join you, cheering and celebrating the hard-fought victory. Beth and Katie, still covered in paint, embraced you, and Viv playfully patted you on the back.

"You did it, Y/n!" Beth laughed. "You've avenged us all!"

You then approached Kyra with a playful grin, offering her a hand. "You put up a great fight."

Kyra took your hand, pulling herself up with a grin. "You too, Y/n. You got me this time, but I won’t let you win next time."

The two of you chuckled and joined your friends, huddling together for a group photo that you no doubt would cherish deeply.

#arsenal women x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc imagine #arsenal wfc #arsenal women #leah williamson x reader #katie mccabe x reader #beth mead x reader #kyra cooney cross x reader #vivianne miedema x reader #caitlin foord #lia walti #woso x reader #woso imagine

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mrs-weasley-reid · 1 year

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Colored Bullets

Summary: BAU team x agent fem!reader. All fun and games until one of the BAU members gets shot... with a paintball.

WARNING: nothing besides mention of guns (paintball) and shooting, just a silly time with the BAU team

found the gif somewhere round the web, so whoever created this credits to u :))

None of you knew how things ended this way. Not even someone who pranked death like Emily could explain the maroon smears that horrifyingly decorated every crooks and crannies in the bullpen.

"I don't think I can take it anymore," Spencer cried as he leaned his back against the foot of his desk, hiding under his once peaceful workplace.

A bruise was forming on his temple, and another by his neck. He was a mess. His hair flew out like a birds nest.

"You better not give up on me, Reid. Or I will shoot you myself." Emily growled, peeking out to fire a shot. Her ponytail was loose, dried yellow paint spreading on the left side of her head.

"What the fu—" Derek groaned from another end, also hiding under his desk. He felt the pang of Emily's bullet on his shoulder, wondering when everything went wrong.

In fact, all of you were taking shelter under your desks. Albeit, you sharing yours with JJ, who had a maniac smile on her face as she fired her gun in whatever direction she could.

The bullpen was painted red. A dead battlefield. God knows what the midnight janitor would think when he finds the place drowning with fired bullets and various bright paints.

And just before you were about to shoot Spencer's ugly crying face, Rossi swung the glass door open.

"I don't want to know." Rossi immediately stated.

All of the agents stood up, a special mention to Derek, who hit his head midway. You snorted at that, and continued a laugh when he glared at you.

Rossi's eyes roamed all over the bullpen, taking note of your bruised faces and paint-splattered vests. He looked at all of you disappointedly, "None of you can wait for tomorrow's paintball match?" He immediately knew that asking was a big mistake.

"Derek started it!" You roared immediately.

"What?! It was Emily! She shot me—" Derek pointed a finger towards the dark-haired woman.

Emily rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't have started it if JJ didn't pull the trigger and accidentally shot me." She air-quoted with her gun clutched under her ring and pinky finger.

JJ's jaw dropped, frowning her eyes at Emily. "It was an accident! Spencer was asking how to use the paintball gun."

"And I regret it. I don't feel like joining the team tomorrow." Spencer placed his small gun on his desk and hooked his messenger bag over his shoulder. He survived worse before, but a war with his friends without hesitation was more traumatizing than being kidnapped.

And all of you began to blame each other like children, shouting over one another. Rossi winced at the sound of all of your voices. He couldn't believe that after three wives, the thing that made him want to smash his head on the wall, was all five of you.

“And I just had to ask.” Rossi muttered to himself, closing his eyes as he placed a hand over his forehead. He silently retreated back to his office.

But before he could even step on the first stair, a hard impact spread on his back. Rossi turned around with furrowed eyebrows. Someone did not just mess with his suit.

Everyone’s index fingers synchronously pointed towards you, a fake innocent look over your face as you held your paintball pistol.

"You will regret this, Kiddo." Rossi sped to his office to grab his paintball gun, simultaneously dodging your fires that ran after him.

And you finally got to shoot Spencer, much to everyone's enjoyment. He took his gun and shot you back, straight on your chest. “Oh, you’re on, smarty pants!” You scoffed, reloading your gun as fast as you could.

Meanwhile, Hotch just stepped out of the elevator, coming back from a meeting and unaware of what lies behind the double glass doors. “Of course, Jack. You can wear my vest for tomorrow’s paitball tournament.” He was about to walk in the bullpen when Penelope blocked him.

Hotch knitted his brows, giving her his signature stern confused look. "Save yourself. It's war in there." Penelope said in horror, peeking through the glass door and squealing at the sudden splatter of red paint right in front of her eyes.

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drconstellation · 6 months

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The Great War of Tadfield Manor

Future Echoes of the Past #1

One of the books on the shelf that Jimbriel is organizing is Catch-22, by Joseph Heller. I have to admit it’s been a while since I read it, (er, several decades, if I’m truthful about it) but my enduring memory is it seemed like the author wrote it in a linear fashion, then took all the chapters and threw them up in the air and put them back together at random, because it bounces back and forth in time in a confusing kind of way. There is a method to this madness, however, and the structure is deliberate. It’s also dealing with bureaucratic absurdity, but that’s not what I’m trying to explore in this particular meta. It’s the bouncing back and forth in time bit.

Now we have two series of GO to feast on, we seem to be slowly piecing together the expanded history of the GO universe in an inferred kind of way. It’s rarely given to us directly in a chunk, it’s mostly by a comment here and there and then we try to join the dots.

So we’ve learnt that there was a great deal of time that existed for Heaven before time on Earth got started, in 4004 BC, maybe an ineffably long period of time, maybe millions of years, maybe not. Sometime prior to 4004 BC, however, there was a rebellion in Heaven between at least two factions of the angels. This event is sometimes called the Great War - which is what Aziraphale is referring to in S2E6 when he is removing his halo for demon-detonating purposes; he’s not referring to what us humans would call World War 1 in the early 20th century. The result of the Great War led to the formation of Hell. The angel known as Lucifer was the leader of the losing side, and he was known as Satan afterwords. A third of the heavenly host of angels were sent with him down to Hell, and this event is called the Fall. They became fallen angels, or demons. At some point, there is supposed to be a second War, one that will decide who is the winner once and for all time. Well, that’s supposed to be the Plan - God’s Ineffable Great Plan, right? And we all know how the first attempt for that to get started ended up, don’t we?

As we start to look more closely into parallel stories and scenes between the two series, some curious pairs of parallels are starting to emerge. And even more interesting is that some of these pairs indicate that they will get a third presentation - I’m not just talking about the 1941 Blitz scene here, there are others! And I’m going to try and talk about one of them here, that I think has largely slipped under the radar up until just recently.

There was a meta by @newfangledfancy here about the two parallel scenes in S1 and S2 involving miraculous escapes from being shot with a loaded gun, and we should expect a third one in S3. It’s worth pausing and heading over to read it at this point, but if you don’t, I’ll try to fill you in - and I will revisit in the future, as while it contained the seeds of inspiration for this meta, it also reveals something interesting about Crowley's backstory that's worth discussing on its own. You probably know what and where the S2 “miraculous escape” is referring to: the Bullet Catch scene during the 1941 Blitz minisode in S2E4. But where is the one in S1? It’s at Tadfield Manor, in S1E2, after Crowley has turned all the paintball guns into real guns, and Norman, on the yellow team, cracks it, does a big rant about his life and charges into the firing line of the opposing red team, only to be shot straight in the heart.

Let’s rewind this a little bit, because I want to talk about when Crowley and Aziraphale first arrive at Tadfield Manor. All seems calm and quiet. They stroll in side by side – and are each shot by a paintball. Yep, this has been watched over and over, comments made about the colours of the paint, how they represent their various “sides”, and the sexual innuendo in way Crowley miracles it away after Aziraphale makes heart-eyes at him. But you’ve all missed once very important clue about what was about to go down in the next few minutes that was right in front of you all along.

Maybe I should pause this meta just here and refer back to my big colour meta I posted recently. I specifically went to all that work so I could come here and discuss the following event at Tadfield Manor.

Firstly, the paintball colours. There are three: blue, yellow and red.

There is a discrepancy between the colour that book!Crowley and screen!Crowley gets hit by. In the book its yellow, but in the tv series its red. Just at this point I’m going to emphasize that yellow is not the same as gold; gold is one of the colours of Heaven, but yellow is usually associated with fear.

Secondly, Aziraphale is hit with blue paint. That’s consistent with both book and tv. Then Crowley blows the blue taint of Heaven away, because Aziraphale needs help to escape its abusive clutches, its not something he can do on his own. Ah, a cute demonstrative metaphor there, another layer to that little scene.

BUT YOU DON’T SEE A BLUE COLOURED TEAM IN THE FOLLOWING BATTLE! Where is the blue team, that supposedly represents Heaven in the following battle? Did they just vanish when Crowley snapped his demon-miracle into place? I dunno, but we just see a yellow and a red coded team for the rest of the battle. But if blue is always Heaven-coded, yellow is fear, and red, while often demon-associated should be seen more as an indication of passion…what it really going on? Who is at war with who? It can’t be Heaven against Hell, because Heaven is not present, per se, as you know it, and neither is Hell, which is usually green. Oh no, it’s not that black and white…because we are watching a battle where Hell doesn’t yet exist, there is only Heaven at this point. One side, one faction, in fear, the other fighting with passion, and the division that actually creates the ‘blue’ side is yet to occur…

We’re watching a re-enactment of the Great War.

Let’s take another step back, to here: S1E2, around 15.46 minutes in. Newton Pulsifer is about to start a new job (wait, what? What the Hell is Newt doing mixed up in this? To honest, I'm not quite sure...*looks at a certain at note she made IN ALLCAPS again*...oh ffs- that is the worst joke, its got to be one of Terry's...now I can't stop cackling...oh, god now I've spotted another awful, awful joke...poor Newt, I love you more every second...)

*ahem* Back to the impending battle. Because it's here in the office of UNITED WORLDWIDE HOLDINGS (HOLDINGS) - an office *wink wink* of management and bureaucracy, that we establish the tension. As Newt slides into his seat, Nigel the manager arrives to ask who is exited about the upcoming "training initiative." Turns out, not really anyone has much enthusiasm for it.

Janice is going to complain to HR. Nigel points out there is no "I" in team, and Norman, who apparently organized the whole thing, proceeds to pick the three 'eyes' out of the "team building exercise."

This is going well, isn't it? [Newt departs. His role here is done.]

Lets skip to Tadfield Manor and the "training initiative" is underway. The Red team, lead by Nigel the Manager, seem to have the upper hand. The Yellow team see to be pleased at a chance to let off some steam with anyone who has annoyed them, the bitches.

Then God drops in to make an interesting observation.

Firms these days expected more than that. They wanted to establish leadership potential, group cooperation, and initiative, which allowed their employees to fire paintballs at any colleagues who irritated them.

Oh. Right. Lets deliberately cause a little chaos so we can see who's got leadership potential, who works together, and who actually has some brains? Go God! Lets start a little War and we'll pick the new Archangels out of the winners? Nice one. Plus, we get rid of all the troublemakers in the process, and we'll just be left with those who like to follow management's orders...

Then Crowley ups the ante. As the young woman who was the only keen employee to come, and is on the Red team, no less, runs past and asks "Who's winning?" he snaps his fingers and to change all the paintball guns to real guns.

Cr: You're all going to lose. Az: What - what the Hell did you just do? Cr: Oh, they wanted real guns, so I gave them what they wanted.

You're all going to lose.

Aziraphale does his best to protest at the demon's bit of wicked mischief.

Az: But there are people out there shooting at each other! Cr: Well - Lends weight to their moral argument. Everyone has free will, including the right to murder. Just think of it as a microcosm of the universe.

A microcosm of the universe?

Who's universe, Crowley? Yours? The humans? It's a big universe out there...

Things don't seem to be going to well for some, and Norman, on the Yellow team, has finally reached his breaking point. He makes a declaration. I'm only going to quote the last bit of his little speech, as I want to deal with the first bit in another meta. As he takes off his tie, and wraps it around his head, he says:

"They want war, we're going to give 'em war! OK guys, let's go get the bastards!"

Hmmm. Do the visuals remind you of anything?...

He turns around to charge out - and is promptly shot in the heart. While it's Nigel the manager he is facing when it happens, it's actually the young woman from the Red Team who ran past Crowley and Aziraphale inside the Manor, who asked who was winning, that fired the shot. The implications of this? I'm going to save that for another meta.

The sequence moves on to the infamous wall-slam encounter, which I don't think we need to go over here, so lets skip to where Crowley and Aziraphale have finished questioning the past-Sister Mary Loquacious and have decided they've found all they are going to find here its time to leave. The police have arrived and have broken up the fight. The fun and games are over. As they walk, floating unnoticed and serene, through the chaos, Aziraphale starts to ponder.

Az: You'd think he'd show up, wouldn't you? You'd think we could detect him in some way. Cr: He wont show up, not to us. Protective camouflage. He wont even know that his powers will keep him hidden from prying occult forces. Az: Occult forces? Cr: You and me. Az: I'm not occult. Angels aren't occult, we're ethereal.

Crowley refers to the two of them as one kind of entity, but Aziraphale insists there is a difference - they aren't the same. Not any more.

The War is over, and the division between Heaven and Hell has been created.

[Edit: I've since finished a meta on the Bentley and it's connection to crossing the thresholds between worlds. I mention this scene in it, as it is actually a beautiful example of two different times and places existing at once, overlaid on one another, as indicated by the smoke - that's a sign we are in a subliminal space. Its why Aziraphale and Crowley seem to just glide through untouched and noticed, as they aren't really there, in a way.]

Will we see another echo of the Great War in S3? Possibly.

It's the 3-card Monte. Its the three cowrie shells and a lone caraway seed. It's the Professor's Nightmare, where you don't know how long a piece of string rope is.

It's a f*cking Mobius strip that has no beginning and no end, infinitely going around and around.

It's God's game. Only She knows where it stops.

Further reading in this series:

#2: The Newton/Crowley Mirror-Parallel in S1

#3: "Not Even At Gunpoint!"

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #good omens meta #good omens analysis #tadfield manor #the great war #paintball scene #miraculous escapes #he did the thing with halo #lucifer and the guys #newton pulsifer #combating the forces of darkness #mobius strip #future echoes of the past

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Devlin hcs?! he is the loml

Devlin's go to nicknames for you are Babes and Sweetheart

Devlin was exactly 21 when he died and was born around the 1860s. He constantly searches for a way to make you immortal like himself without having to make you go through the same pain as him.

He has an extremely short temper with anyone aside from you and is one of the most violent ocs I have to date. Its understandable that being immortal and a daredevil can probably lead to some pretty gruesome methods. Unless they've done something to warrant torture, Devlin's go to weapon is a crowbar almost as old as him. They've had some good times together.

Devil has a vaguely British accent but grew up in America. His natural hair color is brown. He knows how to play the violin the best out of any instrument, but he has a ukelele. He has a pet rock partly because its the only that'll never die and because its great for throwing a windows or people's heads.

He enjoys anything with a thrill,slightly tammer actives he likes are paintball, spray paint art and games like hide and seek or tag. Loves to play the latter too with you. He had made art pieces for you, but will never share them. He has a knock off nerf gun he uses on you when you step out of line in a lighthearted way, but he's not above harsher punishment

Devlin is pretty laid back, but if you ever get sick or break something he has a mental break. He's a little clingy, but gives you air unless too many people are around you. If there is ever any jeopardy to your health he panics for the obvious reason of the fear of losing you. It's something he pretends not to care about but every now and then it's all he can think of. If either of those things happen either you're immediately moving in with him or he's moving in with you

#Devlin my oc #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere scenarios #yandere x y/n

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vidavalor · 3 months

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okay, so -

if they've been supernatural banging for a bajillion years, what's your take on az's reaction to the kiss? you probably have something about it in here somewhere but *shrugging intensely*

Hi there! Please have some hot chocolate and cookies. You have kiss-related questions for me, Anon? :) I have questions for you: What was your reaction to Aziraphale air-kissing Crowley after the apology dance earlier in the season? How do you square that with how you perceive the end of S2? Or did you miss the sleight of hand on the sleight of hand show, like many did, as was the show's intent? I'd just say that a show with a theme of showing you things and recontextualizing them with scenes they show you later and that also has a recurring motif of sleight of hand magic might be things to keep in mind.

We all see things differently and I'm not asking you to agree with me. This is a common question in these parts so I've written about it before. Since you requested additional info, here ya go. Let me know if you have any questions & have a great day. :)

My prior answer to someone asking basically the same question as you:

On Aziraphale miming a kiss at Crowley after The Apology Dance:

A bunch of things Good Omens has already shown backwards and recontextualized with regards to this romance:

Theory on how Crowley's Vavoom is their first kiss and when the show might be suggesting it happened:

Some additional ideas on how The Flood & the Job minisode might suggest a tying of The Vavoom to the first use of "angel" here:

#ineffable husbands #good omens meta #good omens 2 #aziracrow #good omens

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checkoutmybookshelf · 8 months

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You Tag Me Before I Tag You, and You're In. No Questions Asked.

Before we get into Artemis Fowl: The Atlantis Complex, we need to take a small detour into one of the few Fowl Short stories. Before we continue to Artemis's saga, we need to spend a little time with the Root brothers. The Artemis Fowl Files is technically two short stories and a bunch of miscellaneous worldbuilding and activites--it's a kids book, you guys--but we're going to just focus on one of the stories. Let's talk "LEPrecon."

As always, SPOILERS ABOUND below the break, so if you're not caught up on the whole Artemis Fowl series and the short stories, catch up first, then read this.

Content Warning: Arachnaphobes might want to skip this post and this book, because there are scary AF spiders, and I will be talking about them.

We're all very familiar with--and love despite his grumplestiltskin nature and low-key sexism--LEP Commander Julius Root. We're also very familiar with Captain Holly Short, first female elf to make the Reconaissance Squad, or LEPrecon. What we are less familiar with are a) How Holly got herself on recon, and b) Commander Root's dickhead older brother. This short work gives us the story of Holly's recon initiation and introduces us to criminal mastermind wanna-be Captain Turnball Root.

Y'all know that I love Opal Koboi. Well, Turnball makes me sad. Not because he's not a good villain--he is--but because his entire cat-and-mouse game with Julius is sad and it gives Julius the big sad. The TLDR on Turnball is that he was using his position as an LEP Captain to run a smuggling ring and Julius caught him with his finger on the button of a massive explosion that would have wiped out half of Haven. Julius couldn't shoot his own brother, so Turnball escaped and the two have been cat-and-mousing for 500 years.

So when Turnball shows up on the Tern Islands to fuck up Holly's initiation and strip Julius of his magic--and thereby his life, because the LEP does not employ magic-less fairies--the heartbreaking thing is not so much Turnball himself as Turnball's effect of Julius. Julius goes from the most possibly exhausted "not this shit again" to "god I wish I could just hug it out with my brother and make everything ok" to "you threatened my officers, look in my eyes and tell me I won't pull this trigger." And yet, none of that prevents Julius from instantly going for the coffee grounds when his big brother swallows a tunnel blue spider.

SIDEBAR: Holy shit Colfer, did you HAVE to stick a carnivorous spider with claws sharp enough to cut air that is small enough to TIP DOWN SOMEONE'S THROAT in the path of an utter psychopath like Turnball goddamn Root??? I was not ike...thrilled with spiders before I read this short story, and the fact that tunnel blue spiders are Turnball's favorite way of torturing and murdering other elves was NOT COMFORTING.

So yeah, Julius didn't hesitate to use the coffee grounds to stop the tunnel blue spider's heart and save his brother's life. This relationship is hard for both brothers, and the tragic thing is that not only do they both know its hard but they also can't seem to break the pattern.

Now, what does this have to do with Holly? Well, it's her initiation into recon that Turnball completely fucks up to get to Julius. The rules for the initiation are that the rookie and a senior officer (Holly and Julius, respectively, in this case) go hunting for each other. The rookie has zero resources and the senior officer has a full arsenal. Typically, these initiations are recorded and reviewed, and candidates may or may not be promoted to recon based on the review. There is, however, a loophole: If the rookie tags (with a paintball gun) the senior officer before getting tagged themself, then they skip the review process and are in, no questions asked.

Despite fully managing to pull both Julius Root's and Trouble Kelp's bacon out of the fire and successfully facilitating the arrest of Turnball and his two accomplices, Holly is basically told that she isn't trustworthy enough to be in recon. She did have to disobey a set of direct orders and demonlish a human house to rescue her people, but JULIUS, COME ON. And yet, we know that Holly is a member of recon. So what gives?

In the ballsy-est move I think I have ever seen, when she is asked if there is anything she can do to prove that she's trustworthy, she shoots Julius in the chest with her painball gun three times.

*stands up. Applauds.*

Hell yes, Holly.

So overall, I'm not generally a big short story girl; I tend to prefer longofrm storytelling, or at least a novella. That said, I thoroughly did love this short story. I thought it was a nice addition to Holly and Root's relationship, and I think it does a wonderful job of setting up Turnball for his role in The Atlantis Complex.

#eoin colfer #artemis fowl #the artemis fowl files #holly short #commander root #julius root #turnabll root #short story #short story collection #middle grade sci fi #middle grade fantasy #middle grade books #middle grade fiction

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ace-of-zaun · 1 year

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“Silco, I’m pregnant” Pt. 1.5:

Silco x f!reader, 2.5k words, SFW

Warnings: pregnancy, revealing pregnancy, mentions of the birds and the bees, established relationship, fluff, silco pov

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: A little extra scene request - my sincerest apologies that this took so long!! Also, I changed Jinx’s age slightly to be a little bit younger (around 9 or 10) because I thought it would work a bit better. Hope you enjoy!! -el x

Silco should have known that revealing your pregnancy to Jinx would be nothing but a complete and utter emotional rollercoaster. But despite its mercurial nature, it was, undoubtedly, a memory he would treasure for the rest of his life.

You’d agreed to tell her when you were just over 12 weeks, with the knowledge that you’d start to show soon and you both wanted Jinx to know before anyone else.

And of course because once she knew, she’d undoubtedly want to be the one to paint the nursery and begin designing a handful of home-made toys for the baby…Silco hopes he won’t have to teach her that it’s unwise to keep explosives near newborns.

Having just finished dinner, all three of you sitting on the sofa in his office, Jinx happily eats spoonfuls of ice-cream from the tub as she curls up comfortably between the two of you.

Silco glances over at you to find you already looking at him with a quietly nervous expression. His eyebrow raises in question and you immediately pick up on his meaning, nodding once to indicate that you were ready.

He gently moves one of Jinx’s braids over her shoulder, both to get her attention and to make sure it doesn’t accidentally fall into the ice-cream. He should really see about getting it cut soon, it was getting far too long…

“Pumpkin, we have something to tell you,” he informs her softly.

At this, her head shoots up, glancing between the two of you, momentarily pausing her quest to finish as much of the ice-cream before one of you inevitably stops her.

Jinx immediately hones in on your tender expression and unfortunately for her, mistakes its cause.

“You got me that new paintball gun?!” she asks brightly, her wide eyes lighting up in excitement.

Silco blinks in surprise and he watches your face fall as you process her misunderstanding.

“Um, not yet, sweetheart,” you answer after a slight pause. “Perhaps for Snowdown Day.”

“Oh,” Jinx says, a brief flash of disappointment in her features before she quickly resumes her normal, inquisitive expression, re-focussing her attention on the ice-cream. “What then?”

But despite both you and Silco spending a considerable amount of time deciding how you were going to break the news to Jinx, he looks up to find you suddenly lost for words.

He doesn’t blame you. Talking about breaking the news was one thing, but actually doing it was a whole other matter.

You look at him helplessly and Silco decides to assist you, keeping his tone of voice kind yet decidedly neutral as he speaks to his daughter.

“Sweetheart, your mother is going to have a baby.”

Jinx freezes, staring down at the tub of ice-cream as she tightly clutches the spoon in her hand. Her features slowly begin to scrunch up, but Silco knows her well enough by now to think that she’s stunned, rather than upset.

It doesn’t make him feel any less worried.

As if all the air has been sucked from the room, Silco suddenly finds his chest constricting.

He knew there was a chance she might not have the best reaction to this kind of news, for the simple reason that it might invoke traumatic memories of the siblings she’d had before Silco had taken her in.

It hadn’t been that long since he’d adopted her on that fateful, rainy night, and Silco knew that his daughter still struggled with flashbacks surrounding that time in her life.

But luckily this is something he had discussed with you, and you’d both prepared accordingly (not mentioning the word ‘sister’ being one of the biggest considerations you’d made).

“How does that make you feel, Pumpkin?” you ask her gently, tracing soothing patterns on her arm to subconsciously remind her that you were still there for her. Physically and emotionally.

“I don’t know,” she mumbles, swirling the spoon into the steadily melting tub of ice-cream.

“That’s okay, it must feel a bit overwhelming. I was overwhelmed when I found out as well,” you tell her honestly.

Silco thinks he might be obsessed with how good you are with her, a little flutter squeezing his heart. You were always so open and honest.

Already a truly wonderful mother.

“But we want you to know that we still love you and will always love you, no matter what. You can talk to either me or your Dad whenever you like, and we’ll answer any questions you might have,” you continue.

Jinx appears to think over your offer before she looks up and suddenly blurts out her question.

“Where did the baby come from?”

Silco observes a slight blush spreading across the tops of your cheeks as you struggle to find the right words.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought this question might come up. But, truth be told, you were both blindly hoping she just wouldn’t ask it anyway.

It was sometimes difficult to judge Jinx’s level of comprehension on this kind of topic. It’s not that she wasn’t intelligent enough, far from it, but rather that she occasionally struggled with sensitive, emotional subjects like this.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times as you clearly work to find the best way to explain it to her; a way that would both be honest but not too much detail for a nine-year-old.

But before either of you can endeavour on that particular (and in Silco’s view, mortifying) journey, Jinx looks between your pensive expressions and pulls a face.

“Oh, I get it. It’s because of that adult thing I’m not supposed to know about yet,” she replies just a little too confidently, as she nonchalantly begins to shovel more ice-cream into her mouth.

What.

…What??

Silco is utterly horrified, his seafoam eye widening as the infected one undoubtedly swirls in alarm.

How? How does she know about that?

He immediately opens his mouth to demand she tell him just who taught her this information, already planning to tear them limb from limb.

“Where-”

“Okay, we’ll speak about that later, sweetheart,” you cut him off, giving him an intense glare over Jinx’s shoulder.

He returns your glare with his signature scowl, but clamps his mouth shut anyway, knowing exactly what you were trying to silently communicate to him.

Now you’d have to collectively work together to figure out just what Jinx thought she knew about where babies came from and correct any misassumptions. A conversation that Silco was positively dreading.

But not just yet. Probably in a few days when the news of your pregnancy had properly sunk in.

One thing at a time.

Fortunately, you move the conversation on quickly before he can become too distraught thinking about how another big conversation with her would go.

“Do you have any other questions?” you ask tenderly.

Jinx responds swiftly and with far more intrigue than he was expecting.

“Yeah, will I have to share my stuff with the baby? What’s it called? Will it have blue hair like mine? Or will it have Dad’s eye?

Her questions give him whiplash, sending him into a state of bewilderment.

Silco wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when he’d imagined how this conversation would play out, but it certainly didn’t include this barrage of questions.

He responds to the only one he knows how to answer with any kind of ease.

“We haven’t decided on a name yet, Poppet. Perhaps you could think of some suggestions for us?”

Her face lights up again at that, which is no surprise given how much she thoroughly enjoys a good challenge. Of course, what Silco didn’t know was the absolute headache he was letting himself in for by giving her such creative freedom…

To his utter relief, Jinx is seemingly becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of you having a baby the more you talk about it, another question flying out of her mouth in between more spoonfuls of ice-cream.

“When the baby grows up, will it know how to get paint bombs to explode with a remote detonator? Because I can’t get mine to work.”

Now this is something not completely out of his depth, Silco thinks. In fact, it was very much in his depth.

“I can assist you with that,” he informs her assuredly with a wave of his hand. “I learnt many skills as a young revolutionary, remote detonation being one of them.”

Jinx is unmistakably impressed at the admission.

“Really? Cool!” she exclaims and Silco struggles not to grin at the compliment.

Completely focused on Jinx’s reactions, Silco almost misses the way you’re pointedly staring at him from the other side of the couch. But the moment he catches your eyes, he remembers what you’d asked him to say and clears his throat in preparation, his tone of voice lowering.

“Jinx, your mother and I want you to know that even though we may become busy when the baby is born, we won’t forget about you. We’ll always make time for you, Pumpkin,” he tells her seriously.

“Well duh, I’m pretty hard to forget,” she responds flippantly, with a harmless roll of her eyes.

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he watches you bite your lip in clear amusement. He should have known she’d react like that.

“You’re very correct, sweetheart,” you say with a smile. “But I am going to need your help looking after the baby when they arrive.”

At this, Jinx shrugs her shoulders casually, and replies as if she’s not still very much a child herself.

“Sure, I’m great with kids.”

Silco feels warmth spread through him at her grown-up statement.

He was so proud of her. How far she’d come since he’d first met her.

Unaware of his quiet admiration of her personal growth, Jinx stands up, placing the spoon and now empty tub of ice-cream on the coffee table in front of her.

Silco knows there’s no way she’s going to sleep anytime soon, not with the impending sugar rush that was due to kick in imminently, after consuming nearly a whole tub of ice-cream. But there’s nothing he can do about it now.

Besides, the ice-cream may or may not have been a subliminal little bribe on his part; an attempt to placate Jinx before you’d even begun to tell her about the baby.

She turns to face you both, a look of utter seriousness crossing her little face as she announces her decision.

“Okay. I’ve thought about it and I’ve decided that you’re allowed to have a baby.”

Silco’s lips thin as you stifle a laugh beside him.

“Thank you, darling,” you say with a big nod of your head, your lips pursed in overexaggerated understanding.

Jinx graciously nods her head at you once and then turns her attention to Silco, her voice returning to its usual playfulness.

“Daaaad, will you show me how to make the remote detonator work now? Pretty please with a cigar on top?”

He smiles at her warmly.

“Alright, Pumpkin. You get everything set up and I’ll be with you in a moment,” he replies.

She squeals a quick “Okay!” before bolting out the room, her footsteps swiftly getting quieter and quieter as she sprints to her bedroom.

And when she’s finally out of earshot, you and Silco turn to look at each other, before you loudly burst out laughing and Silco begins to chuckle and shake his head at her antics.

Unique wouldn’t even begin to describe her.

He shuffles up on the sofa, reaching his arms around your shaking shoulders to pull you against his side in a warm embrace.

“Well, that went better than expected,” he says when you’ve finally stopped snickering, heaving a huge breath of air to calm yourself down.

“Yes,” you agree, after a long exhale. “Although, she does bring up a point I hadn’t considered before,” you add, turning to look up at him with a serious expression dawning on your features.

“What?” he asks worriedly, a heavy feeling forming in his chest.

You bite your lip before bringing up your concern in a tone of voice that is terribly sober.

“Do you think the baby will inherit your ability to rattle every single wall of The Drop with their snoring?”

Silco pauses to take in your words and then he rolls his eyes emphatically.

No matter how many times you teased him about it, Silco knows the truth.

He does not snore.

It doesn’t stop him from playfully sniping back at you, though.

“It certainly wouldn’t be as catastrophic as if they developed your habit of throwing laundry at the basket from across the room, and missing every time might I add, instead of just carefully putting it in the basket,” he emphasises with mock drama.

You don’t take the bait like he hoped you would, instead stretching up to kiss his scarred cheek and snuggling closer to his body. His arms tighten around you as he absentmindedly places a chaste kiss on your temple.

Gods, how he loved you.

The two of you cuddle for a few perfect moments until you break the silence with a quiet murmur into his chest.

“I hope she has your nose.”

“She?” Silco asks, peering down at the top of your head with a frown.

“Yes,” you respond with absolute certainty.

His frown deepens.

You’d both agreed to let the sex of the baby be a surprise, even though he desperately wants to know so he can begin to prepare. Besides, it was far too early for any test to be reliable enough to tell accurately, so he’s fairly certain you don’t actually know.

He asks anyway.

“Do you know something I don’t?” he drawls.

“What, like how to use an eyebrow pencil without jabbing myself in the eye with it?” you shoot back playfully.

“That happened once, and it was your fault for startling me anyways,” he grumbles, giving your thigh a light pinch in reprimand.

You jump with an adorable little squeal, pulling yourself out of his grasp for a moment. But it doesn’t keep you away for long.

In fact, with a sly grin crossing your lips, you soon lean forward again like you’re about to steal a kiss from him, pausing a tortuous half-inch away to whisper against his own scarred lips.

“If she’s anything like you, I’m going to be the luckiest woman in the world.”

Your overly generous words make his heart leap in his chest and Silco can’t help but close the distance between you, pouring all the love he has for you into a passionate, adoring kiss.

It was him that was the lucky one, of that he was certain.

Never before has he felt so much joy. A happiness he never expected or even thought he deserved.

And it was all because of you and Jinx.

Deep down, Silco is relieved that his daughter seemed to react positively to the news.

And even though he knows you will all need a proper conversation about her other siblings at some point (and the dreaded birds and bees, of course), he also can’t wait to see how she takes to becoming a big sister.

But that was for the future, so for now, he’s content to kiss you like you’ve just handed him the moon, the stars, and every last secret of the universe.

Taglist: @pinkrose1422 @blancoluna

#silco x reader #silco x f!reader #silco x you #part 1.5

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Big News | A What Benny Doesn’t Know Story

Summary: Frankie and Magpie have some big news to tell the boys

Warnings: fluff, angst, happily ever after vibes

A/N: been a while since I wrote anything for this crew but I thought it was time.

“OUCH BENNY! YOU SHOT ME!”

“No I didn’t!” The youngest Miller cried out defensively.

“No, I did. My bad!” Will held up a hand from the other side of the garden. “In my defence, I was aiming for Frankie.” Will continued to explain, his hands raised, paint ball gun hanging limply in his right hand.

There was another sharp sound of air and he paused in the middle of the lawn, sneering, as a ball of paint hit his back, a smattering of blue, smearing all over the back of his T-shirt.

“Yo, shitheads,” Frankie called over to the two Millers, “we told you it was fine to test them out as long as you didn’t get it near the food.” He said, wiping a small splatter of yellow paint off the side of his new grill.

You had invited everyone around for a cook out and chill as you had big news you wanted to share.

“Sorry!” Benny said, skipping over to join his brother, but not before popping off one more paint pellet at his brothers feet.

“Benny, man!” Will sighed.

“Eh, whatever.” Ben shrugged, but was quickly regretting it as Will fired his last pellet from short range at Benny’s left bum cheek. “OW!”

“See, it hurts doesn’t it.” You said, stepping away from Frankie at the grill, a plate of meat in your hand ready to be placed on the table, your opposite hand still rubbing tenderly at your arm where you’d been hit with the paintball.

“So what’s this big news?” Will asked as they took their seats.

“Don’t tell me, Santi is finally moving out of your place.” Benny ribbed, seeing the older man exit out into the garden through the sliding door to join them.

“Still sore you ain’t tapped that, eh Benny.” Santiago said with raised eyebrows to the youngest Miller, the only one of them out of the group who hadn’t fucked you.

“Ha, ha, ha.” Benny deadpanned, but it was clear after all these years he was a little salty.

“Hey, Ben, maybe that’s the big news.” His older brother ribbed him, “maybe after all these years Magpie’s finally taken pity on you and is gonna allow you a taste of what you’ve been missing out on.”

“Okay, okay.” Frankie said, quieting his friends at the table as he came to stand beside you, wrapping a comforting arm around your back. “That’s enough.”

A brief pause of silent anticipation gathered over the table as the other three men awaited the big news from their favourite couple. Frankie turned towards you, locking his deep brown eyes with yours, a gentle nod as if to check you were ready. Your palms were sweaty and you felt like your heart was in your mouth, but you gave him a small nod anyway, before turning your body back towards the table.

"I'm pregnant." you quickly blurted out. Benny practically choked on his beer he had been taking a sip of, his hand only just catching the spray in time for his brother to shift out of the firing line.

Once the look of disgust from having Benny's mouth beer sprayed over the side of his neck wore off, both Miller brothers were up out of their seat, blue eyes shining in the afternoon sun, smiles plastered on their faces as they came to embrace both you and Frankie in turn.

"Oh my gosh, that's amazing. I'm so happy for you both." The elder Miller brother said gracefully to you, whilst his brother began to side skip around the garden shouting, "I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE! I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!" for the whole street to hear.

When you turned to look at Santi though, his face was a picture. His bottle of beer hung loosely from his fingers between his legs, his gaze glassy and distant. "Hey, Pope, you okay there?" you asked, taking the seat next to him.

"I-uh- yeah." he said, as if suddenly startled by your presence. "Yeah." he nodded taking a sip of his beer, as if it would help solidify the air of happiness and acceptance over your news. But you knew him. Had been sleeping with him, both with and without Frankie for around two years now. You placed your hand over his where he rested it on his thigh. He sighed and his facade faltered. "I knew you both were trying," he said, "I just didn't think it would happen this quickly."

"Neither did we." you confided. In truth, you and Frankie had only been trying for a few months. When you had gotten the test results back you had even made a joke about him having super soldier sperm. "You know, this doesn't have to change anything." you said to him. But his face softened. "We would happily build you your own little cabin in the back yard to live in." You said hopefully.

"No, it's fine… it's time." he said, as Frankie stepped over to join the two of you.

"You can still have her on birthday's and major holidays though if you want." Frankie joked.

"Hey, don't joke about that cabron, I may just take you up on that." Pope smiled, standing up and pulling Frankie in for a brotherly embrace. "I really am happy for you man." he said, patting him on the back.

"I know." Frankie said, shifting his hat on his head as he stepped back and Santi turned to wrap you in a softer, more tender embrace, of his own.

"I really am bally for you both." he said into the top of your head before he pressed a kiss to your crown.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him, holding his chest to you firmly, inhaling his scent deeply and humming to yourself, trying to savour every last moment like this with him. "Thank you, Pope."

"Don't mention it, baby." he replied before he reluctantly released you back to Frankie.

"Okay, can we eat now?!" Benny asked, bouncing around the table eyeing up the food.

"Yes!" the rest of you said in unison to him and he immediately grabbed his plate and began filling it.

You felt Frankie's familiar arm, snake comfortingly around your back. "You okay?" he said to you lowly, checking back in the other side of your bombshell announcement.

And as you looked back out to the table of food and your boys stood happily around you, your nerves completely settled and a glow filled your chest. You smiled to your man beside you, "yes… I think I am."

#triple frontier fic #triple frontier x reader #frankie x reader x santiago #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie catfish morales #santiago garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia #will ironhead miller #will miller x reader #benny miller #what benny doesn't know

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spiderh0rse · 1 month

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freeman's mind notes part 3, e11-15.

e11

would derail the alien attack to call about bad chips

"I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO TAKE THE ELEVATOR." pit.

has seen Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

wants a grappling hook foe swinging/climbing purposes

admits he keeps doing stupid things. Love a man with self awareness

has a passing understanding of spiderman

does Not try to save the guy in the elevator shaft

has seen willy wonka and the chocolate factory

whistling count three

would love to scare people by crashing through the roof

doesn't feel like climbing anymore! Gasp!

willing to touch a possible death laser. Seems only mildly confused when it doesn't hurt

turret bullets are worse than paintballs

breaks alarm clocks

up to 800 problems a minute solvable with dead man's gun

limbo... TWO

Admires the HEV suit construction

his roommate in college used to intrude on his half of the room. Implies he'd have liked to kill him

"hope, love, and submachine guns"

Tarzan yell :> simian instincts yet to subside

finds the turrets redundant

does a silly lil jump on the slippery floor

no longer cares about the donuts

e12

does at least know the origin of zombies

gman sighting.

willing to own an undead servant

though i can't recognize it by sound alone, I can only assume the language he speaks here is Haitian Creole.

wishes he couldn't care about living or dying

Slur count: three.

wants other people to die for him

fully expects the HECU to pin the blame for the murder on the victim

given the way gordon frequently runs his mouth when scared he genuinely does seem scared here. He was all set to have a rescue team, and now he's left hanging. Ground swept out from under him!

rambles about how he definitely isn't going to think about having killed a guy

stresses to the soldiers that he has a DOCTOR'S DEGREE

limbo mention

seems somewhat bothered by murdering people. Only somewhat but he clearly isn't just brushing it off immediately

climbs some stuff :>

delighted to find surface access

ah yeah the law he references about murder being legal in texas under absurd circumstances? No clue about that. Cool though if at all true

e13

plans to get drunk that night. This of course does not happen

implies he gets drunk every night

...you can't tell people you're on their side by killing them, Gordon

"I JUST WANT TO GO HOME" i getcha, buddy

keeps saying inane things when panicking

"Ehhh," nervous lil noise

repeats "fast climb" or "climb fast" until they blur into each other

just wants to LEAVE

detours to kill another bug. With bullets this time.

saga of impact damage continues

first generation morlok... Says he'll hold off on the cannibalism until the vending machines run dry. Cannibalism lose

thinks you really can't have too many guns

bugged by making the proper choices leading to more danger

FHE SYLLABLE COUNT WAS OFF MY MAN KNOWS RHYME SCHEMES. he's so smart. So snark. If you'll excuse me being a little incoherent for fun

fifteen counts of self defense with an automatic weapon. Of course.

accepts he'll have to get a new job

wants cheetos :'(

he HATES daylight savings time. It's employed by The Man.

expects to be polygraphed at another company

wouldn't mind being a corporate spy and selling out Black Mesa

wants to retire early

oh dude don't pay any mind to freud

string theory crowd includes one Steve and Richard, who may or may not be sacrificing goats, possibly for use in their cookouts. String theory crowd are cultists.

Steve and Richard have called the cops on Gordon. Rude. Probably warranted.

would LOVE to scare people in their offices from the vents. Especially to get the office for himself.

e14

gives up on dying in a hole to get food. this seems to be the only reason he leaves, because he'd get hungry. Is. Is he okay

considers putting an alligator in the air ducts

does NOT like the accusation that he's responsible for the mess

lead can't lie to you

"do you know if leptons are really compound particles?" They are Not! It's a very nerdy way of saying "No!"

"beep" as he presses a button

apologizes repeatedly to some guy he almost shoots

wants to own a water park but considers this far-fetched enough to require a wish

more guns = higher qol

cthulu dogssss makes me wanna pet em

yes the coverup is impractical that's correct. It's happening anyways

"beep beep beep" :)

likes the red lights telling him of the doom ahead

hums AGAIN. first reminds me of a shitty imperial march

he wants to build a house, have a fast elevator, servants.

happy to have a vehicle

doesn't WANT to be fighting nonstop

keeps repeating the alarm beeps

shocked at the giant radioactive PUDDLE i love to launch myself into in game

does seem unconcerned at the thought of going to the doctor. Just resigned.

e15

worst case scenario brain cancer. Cancer mentions up to two

cthulu dogs now named SNOT MONSTER

ticks off all the near death experiences he's had today. clearly thinking about em

contemplates that the spill from the trams is the same one as with the giant tubes

slaps himself TWICE. SIR.

always wished he could ride pneumatic tubes everywhere

he is a gopher! :D

doesn't think dog catchers get given shotguns. They have to bring their own.

would like to prank call a dog catcher with a SNOT MONSTER. and tape the results

knows better than to get bit by a radioactive animal

further analysis and hate on spiderman science

hates awkward pauses

laughs at sending houndeyes flying with shotgun blasts

physics still has priority over shooting stuff

doesn't want to join the military for Two (2) reasons. They'd order him around. They'd make him shave his beard.

"COMBO PLATTER" goof.

very good at hide and seek.

has never tried or wanted to kill the president

wasnt worried about missing a jump, but the catwalk collapsing as he hit it

doesn't know Morse code. Loser.

noise music hater. Incorrect.

grossed out by meat yet again

buddy your grenade won't do shit here

"that's not a rope" sick hlvra- (shot dead)

soooooooo irritated at his blood shell

wants earplugs

#freeman's mind #gordon freemind #mindverse #rmanotes

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oriigirii · 9 months

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Pt 3 of me revising my trigun oc cause i cant fucking decide

But i did wanna give Dipzy some sort of ear protection or hat so i went with this, and sure i love his tanktop but it felt too plain, so i gave him more belts 😩

i wanna show off his little weapon too cause its hella splatoon vibes since its similar to a paintball gun, hence the compressed air, and fires balls that pops out spikes so they stick to a person, and Dipzy can use a trigger to explode it 😩

#trigun #trigun oc #trigun original character #trigun sona #trisona #trigun stampede oc #trigun stampede

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v-anrouge · 1 month

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Before i forget and also before my social battery drains away

I must share with you my mental idea, a vision, a concept if you will

Rook Hunt with a gentle version of a paint gun, like an orbeez shooter or gel gun but with colorant orbs in em

Because i think he would be even more of a menace in NRC and he gets to have the fun challenge of hunting folks and also trying to paint a moving canvas

I just like the idea of him armed with that and he gets to hunt and he gets to do art all with the challenge of not getting found/caught and also doing his best to make a lovely painting/pattern

He's given a gentle paint ball gun. Not the super harsh ones that have rubber orbs of paint launched out of a air powered shooter but something to basically splatter a bit of dye/water color etc at a target

I think like those orbeez shooters/gel guns

Think of those superabsorbent water beads that are super soft and squishy and they're launched out of those long distance water guns

I want him to have fun and i also want to see the others suffer

Idk why

I just think that Rook Hunt would enjoy stuff like that. Stuff like laser tag, paintball games (though i think he'd want more colors and to be allowed to have it more coordinated so he can pick and choose the paints) and also maybe those obstacle games

The paintball thing is cause i feel like the combo of hunting/targeting others as well as paints and dyes might be up his alley especially if he decided to turn it up a notch and try to make it look nice too

A challenge

PLEASE HE WOULD 😭😭 bros out there shooting orbeez at everyone 😭

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 cryptid

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dark-elf-writes · 1 year

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So can I assume that the hero killer ended very badly hurt and scared for life of teenagers' assassins ?

Iida and Todoroki look at Izuku and ask who are those people. Izuku is like, " My family!" while smiling .

How would Karasuma explain his presence and the students' presence in Hosu fighting the hero Killer ?

I mean… no more injured that he was in canon but far more traumatized, covered almost head to toe in paint, and can never look at wasabi or hot sauce again.

And both Tenya and Shouto kind of know that this collection of terrifying ads teenagers belongs to Izuku after the spectacle they made at the Sports Festival but seeing Izuku, bleeding and hurt, broken leg and definitely stabbed even though they had kept fighting like the didn’t even notice it, getting a piggy back from a tall boy who’s scowling and bitching about it but nearly bit Native’s hand off for daring to offer to take Izuku from him. One of the girls cleans and bandages Izuku’s leg like it’s second nature before moving onto Tenya without blinking. The red headed boy is still kneeling on Stains chest force feeding him spicy things while a grown man and blooded serial killer sobs under him. A blue haired boy who is the same kind of “cute but secretly terrifying” as Izuku looks both proud but exasperated. Two of them have massive fucking guns that Tenya knows are loaded with paintballs but they are no less intimidating.

It’s all kind of a lot and neither of them knows where to start tbh. It’s native that eventually demands to know why there are so many civilians in FULL TACTICAL GEAR who are all like 15-16 taking down a FUCKING VILLAIN and they all kinda shrug. Itona kinda points at Izuku like “That’s our sibling”. Very little explanation actually happens before the Nomu yoinks Izuku and hurts them even more. And the whole feral show starts again.

By the time they get to the hospital and the staff loses the ‘visiting hour’ argument loudly and repeatedly so there are 27 kids scattered around every flat surface on the room in addition to the three actual injured kids no one is really surprised when a man in a suit and an ‘over this’ expression rolls in and says that these kids are a government issue and fall directly under his authority to deal with and no one else’s. He very much almost gets into a fight with the police chief who thinks he can threaten one of his kids. The one that he had to fight for the most with the government over the last year and a bit because of their quirk status. The one that called him from a rooftop sobbing, coughing, and sounding so fucking tired that he will forever be on alert when they get above six feet in the air.

If he fails to mention that Tenya and Shouto don’t fall under his jurisdiction then it’s really the chiefs fault for not clarifying. It doesn’t stop him from essentially grounding them along with all twenty nine other hellions in his care. (How one grounds an AI is a problem he will find an answer for in the future)

#the elf talks #mha #bnha #assclass #assassination hero au

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