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late-to-the-party-81 · 10 months

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Power Play Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - Free Week - “S”

AN: It’s the chapter you’ve all been waiting for! Hopefully you love everything that happens here. Thank you for joining me on this wild ride. It's still the 2nd of August in Honolulu, so I'm all good.....

This week is a free week, with the optional prompt of something starting with “S” - so I’ve gone simple and just gone with Sex, but another word beginning with S also applies and hopefully you will all work it out at the end. Thanks @buckybarnesevents

Also, like in the cinema, don't leave straight away....

Beta’d by @buckysbarne

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and banner by me

Master list | Hot Bucky Summer Master list | Chapter 4

Summary: You return to Bucky’s mansion after quitting your job and confronting Walker. Are you ready for the rest of your life to properly begin?

Relationship: Mob! Bucky x Undercover Agent! Reader

WC: 3.4k

CW: Soft!Dark! Bucky, Canon Typical Violence, Russian Pet names as mangled by Google translate, Explicit sexual content (body worship, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PinV sex), Minor character death

The car came to a halt, pulling you from your memories.

Had it only been a few days ago that you’d woken, tied to a chair in Bucky’s office, scared for your life but trying not to show it?

A few days in which he’d convinced you that not only did he wish you no harm, he actually admired you and thought that you could change your life for the better by joining in.

Were you ready to throw your morals away for the promise of a better life and, by all indications so far, mind-blowing sex? Surely people did that everyday in the name of capitalism?

“I can hear you thinking, Pchelka.” At the sound of Bucky’s amused voice, you lifted your head from where it had been resting on his shoulder during the car ride, and looked up at him.

Despite the fact that you’d been living in his mansion for a week and spending a significant portion of each of your days with him, his beauty still took your breath away, more so when he unleashed a smile.

The feared mob boss reached out to cup your jaw, rubbing a rough thumb across your cheek..

“Don’t second guess yourself, milyy. You did wonderfully. You did what you had to do, and now you are free. Free to do what you want, what pleases you.”

His eyes sparkled and you felt emboldened. The car may have stopped but the doors hadn’t yet opened, despite the fact that Bucky’s driver had already alighted. Taking advantage of the apparent privacy, you twisted in your seat, and moved to straddle Bucky’s lap. His lips twitched, suppressing a smile, although he did raise one of his eyebrows. You grasped the lapels of his suit for balance and then ground down over his already partially chubbed up cock.

“What if I want to ‘do’ you? I have a feeling you’ll more than please me.”

It was obvious from the flex in his jaw that he was finding it harder to keep a straight face.

“Let it never be said that I don’t give a lady exactly what she wants and needs.”

In a move that surprised you, he flung open the door, swivelled in his seat and stood out of the car, with you clinging to him. His hands were under your ass, hoisting you up and your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. That it had the unfortunate effect of sending your skirt shooting up around your own waist had you squeaking in embarrassment, but your soon to be lover just chuckled.

“There’s no-one around, Pchelka.”

You peeked, firstly over his shoulder and then turned your head to look around further. He was right, of course. For once you couldn’t see hide-nor-hair of any of his guards or close associates, not even Sam.

“Show me your bedroom, Bucky.”

You kissed him then, harshly and with a fierce need, as though the damn holding your back had finally burst. Unfortunately it made it rather hard for him to carry out your request, so he only indulged you for a few moments, drawing away before you were ready to let him go, and he chuckled again at the needy noise you let out.

“Patience, lyubimaya. If you wish to be made love too in comfortable surroundings you need to let me take you upstairs. There’ll be time in the future for more… unusual trysts.”

His mocking words, no matter how affectionately meant, had heat racing to your cheeks and you buried your head into his shoulder. Your mind was assaulted by thoughts of Buckty taking you in the back of his expensive car, of him bending you over the desk in his office, of him between your thighs in his home cinema as some erotic French art house film played on the screen. You let out another whine, your hips bucking against his torso as your body sought friction for your aching clit.

Thankfully, Bucky managed to get inside the house and upstairs in record time, shouldering the door to his room open, kicking it closed and then laying you on the bed, following your down so his body pressed into the V of your hips, and finally kissing you back as ardently as you’d kissed him minutes before.

The beard scruff covering his cheeks and chin, scratched across your skin, but you didn’t care. His hands skimmed down to your waist, kneading your soft flesh over your clothes, before tunnelling under your blouse, freeing it from your skirt and starting to work on the delicate buttons that held the soft silk closed. You gasped at his touch, and at the way his kisses moved from your lips to pepper your jaw and then your throat.

The buttons dealt with, Bucky eased the front of your top apart, baring your lace covered breasts to his gaze.

“Prekrasnyy!”

You may not have understood what it was he said, but the tone in which he said it, and the way in which he ducked his head to press his lips to the swell of your breasts, explained enough. When his mouth moved lower, sucking on your flesh through the lace, your body arched up, your hands flying to his short hair and clutching his head. You didn’t know whether to push him away or pull him closer, the stimulation sending your senses into a tailspin.

As Bucky worshipped your breasts, his left hand, the one so artfully decorated with ink, slid up the outside of your right thigh, skimming over the stockings you wore, until they reached the clasp of your garter belt. He deftly dealt with the two clips, and then his hand was pushing up under the belt to grasp your ass again, squeezing gently as you sighed and moaned beneath him.

His mouth continued its journey southwards, until it was halted by the bunched up fabric of your skirt. His deep chuckle, by now one of your favourite sounds, broke from him again as he eased away from you. However, he took hold of your hands, drawing you up into a sitting position as he dropped to his knees in front of you.

The image of the most powerful man in New York acting and looking subservient to you sent a fresh rush of arousal to your pussy, and you were certain that your new, La Perla panties were hopelessly ruined.

With his ice blue eyes never looking away from your face, he slipped your blouse from your shoulders, whisking it away and, without a care, tossing it away from the bed. His hands slid around your ribcage, to the fastening of your bra. He tilted his head, a silent question, to which you replied with a small nod, your lower lip held gently between your teeth in anticipation. The lace dropped away quickly, and you heard Bucky’s intake of breath and saw his eyes darken.

“Tak ochen', ochen' krasivo.”

You expected him to take your breasts into his mouth again, but he surprised you with his actions, instead peppering your sensitive skin with gentle kisses. His stubble tickled you and your skin puckered, your nipples standing to attention.

Bucky’s hands then moved to your waist.

“Up, Pchelka.”

You stood, and your one loosened stocking slithered slowly down your leg. But your lover ignored it, instead pulling your skirt back down over your ass and thighs, but only so he could reach the zipper and undo it. It too pooled at your ankles, but Bucky steadied you as you stepped out of it. He then undid your one remaining stocking and removed your garter belt.

“Sit again, milyy.”

As you sank back down onto the counterpane, painfully aroused and almost vibrating with anticipation, Bucky lifted your right foot onto his knee, undoing the ankle strap of your shoe and removing it just as gently as every other item of your clothing, his fingers returning quickly to divest you of your stocking, before doing the same to the other foot.

With you now only wearing your panties, Bucky rose to his feet and stepped back. He loosened the tie at his neck, undoing it and tossing it away, his eyes still fixed on yours, and you swallowed thickly. His jacket quickly followed, shucked and discarded at lightning speed, but when he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, you let out another whine, pressing your thighs together.

He gave you a knowing smirk and you mentally cursed him, however, when he finally released all the buttons of his shirt and let the fine cotton slip to the floor, it was your turn to gasp. You obviously knew about the tattoo on his left arm, but he now revealed to you that it covered his left shoulder and the top of his chest on that side. You itched to trail your finger over the twisting vines and ask him what the various words meant, but now wasn’t the time. Especially as now Bucky had, oh-so-slowly, popped the fly of his pants and was drawing the fabric down over his thick thighs, and…

Oh my…

Black boxer briefs clung to him like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination, and you knew you were staring.

“My face is up here, sladkiy…” That condescending note appeared in his voice again and you automatically dropped your chin and turned your head, for some reason feeling ashamed, yet also excited.

Bucky didn’t let you hide for long. He was back on his knees, between your legs, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

“Don’t hide from me, Pchelka. And never apologise for looking at what’s yours. Because I am. And you are mine. Now, lie back and I will prove how much I worship you.”

You eased back onto your elbows, and Bucky curled his fingers around the waistband of your panties. You lifted your hips and finally you were fully exposed. For a moment Bucky said nothing, just placed his hands on your thighs and gazed at your sex. His hands shifted, his thumbs reaching up to spread your folds open, and he groaned. Then, without any further warning he bent his head those last few inches and licked a stripe right up your weeping pussy, flicking over your erect clit.

Your elbows gave out, your head meeting the mattress with a dull thud. Bucky’s fingers tightened on the malleable flesh of your thighs as he explored your folds. All you could do was moan and mutter ‘yesyesyesyesyes’, over and over again. When he pressed one of his fingers into you, you almost came on the spot, your body clutching at the intruding digit, squeezing around it, greedy for more. Then, as if he could read your mind, after a few exploratory thrusts, he added a second finger.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you palmed at your breasts. With his free hand, Bucky lifted one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder holding you open and pulling you impossibly closer. You thought you’d known pleasure when he’d touched you before, but this was different, both exquisite and tortuous. It was as though he knew when you were approaching your peak and purposely changing tack to keep you hovering right on the edge.

Then it hit you. He was ensuring that you were just how he wanted you - spread open and needy.

You let out a whimper, knowing you were playing directly into his hands, and not caring in the slightest. You wanted him. No, needed him. As if he were the very air you needed to breathe.

“Bucky!” Your stomach tightened and your legs trembled as you wailed out your plea. You no longer cared how pathetic and wrecked you sounded.

You felt him shift between your thighs, his face leaving your soaking pussy and you raised your head to look at him. His eyes were dark with lust, his cheeks pink and his mouth wet with your arousal. You reached out your arms, making pathetic grabby motions with your hands and with a smile Bucky climbed up onto the bed.

Aware of how your legs dangled over the edge of the mattress, you shuffled up the counterpane as Bucky’s form slinked forward, covering your own. You lifted your right leg to hook over his still clothed hip, your body arching up against his erection.

“It’s okay, Pchelka. I’m here. Soon, soon.”

He kissed you, transferring your essence from his lips to yours. His left hand cupped your face, his weight on his forearm, while with his right he pushed down his briefs. Your hands gripped his shoulders, and when you felt his cock settle between your folds, hard and hot, your nails dug into his skin as you gasped. Then his hand was between you, notching himself at your entrance, and you lifted your hips to help him.

Bucky sank home, engulfed by the clutch of your body and the sound of your twin moans filled the room. He thrust into you gently, still kissing you and your arms left their death grip on his shoulders to twine around his neck. You moved together, an erotic version of the dance you’d had when you’d first met, and Bucky was right - you just fit so well.

The fire inside you, which Bucky had so carefully stoked with his earlier endeavours, became an inferno. You didn’t want this to end, but at the same time you ached with the need for that ultimate satisfaction, and wanted to feel him find his in your body.

“Bucky, please.” You whispered against his mouth, and without missing a beat, he moved his left hand from your face to where you were joined and using his unerring instinct to touch you just right, drew soft circles on your clit, spreading your arousal over the bundle of nerves.

You came.

Hard.

Your voice let out a strangled cry, your eyes squeezing so tightly shut that tears rolled down your face. Your hips continued to meet Bucky’s, thrust for thrust, and he let out a few small grunts, letting you know he was close too. As your body shuddered with the aftershocks, you cupped his face with your hands.

“Come for me, Bucky. Please. I need to feel you.”

“Moya malen’kaya pchelka. Moya koroleva. Nastol’ko sovershenen. Perfect.”

You felt his hips stutter and loose rhythm, and felt the warmth of him flood you as he let out a deep groan. His body collapsed on yours and you ran your hands up and down his sweat-coated back, basking in your shared closeness. After a few moments he rolled to the side, his arms keeping you flush to him. You tipped your head up to look at him, and he smiled back down at you.

“Sleep, lyubimyy. It’s been an eventful day. We can talk more in the morning.”

You nodded against his chest, sighing in satisfaction and accepting your body’s request for slumber. You whined as he eased away from you, the mattress shifting as he got up, but he returned quickly, a warm, wet washcloth making its way between your legs.

Bucky got back in, sitting up against the headboard, and tucking you against his side, your legs tangled. As you drifted off, you heard the soft chirp of his phone.

“Is it done?... Good work, Sam. The message should be clear enough.”

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Sam chuckled into the phone.

“Clear as crystal, boss.”

The call ended and he pocketed his phone, before looking back down at the ground.

Walker’s blue, lifeless eyes started up at him, the bullet hole in his head a gorey facsimile of a third one. The former agent, and grade A douchebag was sprawled in the alley outside of his favourite bar.

Sam knew he should get going - this watering hole didn’t lack for patrons and it wouldn’t be long before the body was discovered - however, he needed to find the bullet, and remove all traces of himself.

It hadn’t been hard to carry out Bucky’s orders. Walker was - had been - nothing but predictable, heading straight there after his confrontation with the boss and his little bee. Sam smiled to himself. It had only been a week and he already had a soft spot for Bucky’s Queen. She’d do the boss good - he’d already noticed a change in Bucky’s demeanour, and so far it was all for the better. He’d have taken out Walker for her, even if Bucky hadn’t asked.

Sam had bided his time though, waiting for night to fall before taking any action. Walker liked to come outside into the alley behind the bar for a smoke. Sometimes Hoskins came with him, sometimes he came alone. He wouldn’t have minded shooting Hoskins too, but someone had to relay the message.

His opportunity came at around quarter to eleven. The rear door of the bar opened with a crash and Walker stumbled through it, so drunk he could barely stand. He slumped against the wall, and pulled a battered box of cigarettes from his pocket. He placed a smoke between his lips and started to spin the steel wheel of his lighter. It sparked, but didn’t light and Walker cursed to himself.

Taking that as his cue, Sam had stepped out from where he’d been hiding himself. His target had looked up, but had been too drunk to be wary.

“Hey man, you got a li…”

He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, as Sam had raised his arm and shot him straight in the forehead, decorating the wall behind him with his brains. Sam had considered taunting him, but what would’ve been the point? The man would die anyway, and in reality he wasn’t worth any extra time or energy. The corpse had slithered down the wall before tilting sideways, barely coming to rest before Sam had pulled out his phone to notify Bucky.

With that done, Sam pulled out his flick knife, stepped over the corpse, and dug the bullet out of the brickwork. Pocketing both, he was about to make his way out of the alley to walk the half a block to where he’d left his car when he suddenly halted.

Being in the business he was, he’d developed keen senses and knew when he was being watched. He waited a breath, and then another. The sound of a glass bottle falling over and a stifled gasp had him pinpointing where the watcher was hiding - down the side of the large garbage bin, behind a pile of overflowing bags.

Four large strides and he was there, pulling the refuse sacks away.

“What have we got here?”

A pair of large, sunken eyes in a gaunt face, surrounded by dirt matted hair looked up at him in fear.

“I won’t say anything, mister. I promise. Please don’t kill me.”

Sam was torn. He killed who needed to be killed, avoiding collateral damage at all costs, but he couldn’t afford to leave a witness either. And this girl - no, young woman - obviously hadn’t had an easy life so far. He reached out toward her and she shrank back, squeezing her eyes shut as she undoubtedly prepared herself for her last moments. Then, unexpectedly, she sagged, her face going slack, and Sam realised she’d fainted.

Fuck!

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t kill her. But he couldn’t just leave her here either. He knew what type of predators were out at this time. Hell, he was technically one of them.

He dragged his palm down his face and pulled his phone back out, dialling a different number than earlier.

“Steve? It’s me. I’ve got a situation and I need you to bring the car around to the back of the alley. And try and be stealthy this time, man….Yeah, fuck you too.”

With a sigh, he cut the call, shoved his phone back in his pocket and bent down to scoop his new charge - cos he sure as hell knew that he’d just made her his responsibility - into his arms. She weighed far too little, and that realisation caused some kind of ache inside him. He didn’t want to investigate that feeling too much.

As he walked down the alley, a passed out homeless girl in his arms, Sam wondered what the fuck he’d gotten himself into?

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princemick · 1 year

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MICKLORE for dummies

here;s part 1 with his racing history

because over roc weekend people seemed to have gotten to know him a lot better so here's a bunch more of mick info that I deem as essential

so under the tab I will add a bunch of stuff that kinda break trough that introverted pr trained wall he has.

this will be broken into facts, quotes, moments and videos.

--enjoy--

Mickfacts:

he speaks, english, german, french and italian but beraly speaks italian and french because he doesnt feel comfortable enough with them

the f-2002 is his favorite of his dads cars

during a lot of 2022's off season he has been dirt racing in the states where he bascially races for as long as the car runs together with gina's bf (x) (x)

apperantly recognizes the italian anthem before the german

can't choose himself for a dream team so his dream team is michael and seb

couldnt choose between lewis and max in 2021 "because theyre both nice to me"

he used to play drums as a kid

his middle name is 'junior'

he is named after Mick Doohan (5x mtotogp champ) who used to live close to Michael who were really good friends and so him and Jack Doohan (f2 driver) have always been and are still close friends.

apperantly introduced himself to kevin when he got back to haas with 'suck my balls'

modified said off road buddy that he does mud racing with so it goes quicker then intended

he seems to have extra clothes with him at all times bc he borrowed an extra pair of pants and shirt to callum for their f2 podium celebration

his dad wanted him to study engineering (also interesting piece of related information: he said he would have become a biologist if not an f1 driver in this video)

he refers to his dog angie as his best friend

in F3 he won 5 races in a row. race 22 til 26 of the 2018 season.

he started doing champions for charity where he organizes a football match every year with a bunch of german sports players

mick denies it but this man has bleached his hair

Mickquotes:

"a bomb, a knife, a serial killer. I mean that comes all together so.."

"I mean if poeple ask me if I'm mick I usualy just say no. I learned that from my dad."

"can I eat this?" procedes to eat it

"you guys are gonna do pushuupss"

"can I go and pet it?? play fetch??"

"those cars are so shit"

"deutsche, german..WHA??"

"you sure??"

"my dad, my dad, my dad, my dad"

"I just wanna get to my dad"

"beep beep beep"

"I won f2 and f3 for a reason"

"you guys are fucking brilliant, FUCKING BRILLIANT! fucking hell- sorry for all the swearing guys"

"I have a problem with italian bread tbh"

"PTW man, PTW" (pwt means prove them wrong)

"so you have to be smooth, realise that its an old lady and treat it that way, take it easy and enjoy the ride"

"hmm, have you ever driven on the road blindfolded?"

"ah, I was fine" after crashing

"I'm glad it was you I was fighting against"

Mickvideos:

prema stranger things - where he bascially just shouts his ideas and is loudly jock and himbo coded

The 5 Second Challenge - him having to really quickly talk and think shows how he thinks really well aka himbo

The Taboo Challenge - where he has to explain something without using specific words

Seb And Mick Take On The Formula 1 Tower Challenge! - where Seb and Mick ask eachother questions as they play mega jenga

Mick and Dan at the 2021 russian gp presser - just wholesome

Mick and Sean cook pizza together - him being wholesome and happy and speaking italian

Prema Trivia Challenge - giving ultimate himbo rights

him hugging every haas mechanic after his last race w them

mick post Q2 in Canada

the groundhog video

Some minutes with Cyrus Watches: Mick Schumacher

The Texas Red Hot Sauce Challenge - shows his relationship with gary (his old race engineer) really well

Guess the Flavour: Japanese KitKat Taste Test - shows how weird mick is sometimes

Map The Track - himbo.

Mick celebrates with the team after first F1 points - hes so beloved

Gina and Crorinna's congrats after his first points

okay there's much much more, if you wanna get more into it I reccomend watching more of his prema and haas videos and just keep updated with him over his time at mercedes

dont be afraid to send me asks with questions or anyting!

and special thank you to 2/3 of the pillars of mickblr @acrosstobear and @schumaclerc for helping me out w some micklore and @stoffelvandoornegf for this post

#listen...I cud go on #im nt gonna #micklore #mick schumacher

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iamafanofcartoons · 5 months

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Psychogator gives us "The Waiting Room" with Ruby Rose, Claire Redfield, Heavy, and Hellboy.

Somewhere in an omni-dimensional realm: The Merchant's Inventory...

(Claire Redfield finds herself in the bright room, where she sees the other three characters sitting on their seats. They seem to be waiting for the same thing she is. She just sits on her seat, taking a magazine and tries to read...though she can't help but feel curious)

Claire: *To Ruby* So...what are you supposed to be? Some kind of Red Riding Hood?

Ruby: Huh? Oh, my name's Ruby. I'm kind of a monster hunter.

Claire: And you...? Red Guy?

Hellboy: "Red Guy"? Really?

C: You some kind of demon? Who I guess also hunts demons?

H: That's kind of leaving out important details, but...yeah. That's the gist of it.

C: And the other guy's some of mercenary.

Heavy: I am Heavy Weapons Guy. I was commissioned to Red Team.

C: And none of you are weirded out by this?

R: Mmm...Nope.

Heavy: Niet.

Hellboy: Trust me. I've found weirder things in weirder worlds than this.

C: Okay, then...

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Claire: So, how did you guys hear about this place?

Hellboy: I was recommended to it by a friend of mine, and I was pretty much okay going into any place that can cook up a good new firearm for me. No questions asked.

Heavy: My Soldier friend brought here one day.

R: A Blacksmith Lady give me a ticket for a dimensional-traveling gig. I told them I just wanted to see cool weapons instead of just being around people. That's what's school's for.

Heavy: Da. School is good, Tiny Sniper. Where do you go?

R: Ever heard of Beacon Academy?

Heavy: I do not. This is good school?

R: *sigh* It's the BEST. You can learn how to fight monsters, how to work as a team, but the only bad thing is learning about history and stuff.

Heavy: Learning is good. I went to Soviet College of Mines, Farms, and Science. I have PHD on Russian Literature.

Claire: Do you...use that in your line of work?

Heavy: More than you think. *Turns to Hellboy* Hell-Man, what is your favorite enemy to kill in war?

Hellboy: I don't know about "war", but...I think my favorite enemy is probably giants. Either normal giants or gods, it's all the same to me. It makes things a lot more challenging.

Heavy: Killing giant robots is good thing, but to kill Spy is glorious thing! Brings glory to team! What about you, Little Rose? You are killing type.

Ruby: MY favorite enemy? I-I don't know. Beowolves, Ursas, Nevermores, Geists...It's like choosing what my favorite kind of cookie is!

Heavy: Hahaha! I like you, Tiny Sniper!

Claire: I got a few enemies I've come across. A few lickers and an asshole tyrant are kind of a breath of fresh air after swarms of zombies.

Heavy: Do Lickers disguise as best friend and stab you in the back?

Claire: Well, no, but...I have lost a few good friends to worse...

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Ruby: *Turns to Heavy* Why do you call me "Tiny Sniper"?

Heavy: You are tiny and Sniper, no? You wear red, fitting for RED Team. Your gun hits like Machina. You earn this by being futuristic killer. You should try out for RED Team.

Ruby: I guess that could be fun. I mean, If I'm only there to kill monsters and robots and not...you know, people.

Heavy: Da. This is good for you. I suggest helping us against Gray Manns' robots and Merasmus' undead. You will kill many of them before dying, I think.

Ruby: I hope it doesn't come to that. Yang will get pretty worried if I do.

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Hellboy: So, Redfield, what heat do you usually carry?

Claire: Anything I can get my hands on, really. Shotguns, grenade launchers, miniguns, secret weapons with infinite ammo. That sort of stuff. Usually, though, I rely on a good handgun or two, like my brother's Samurai Edge. What about you? You seem to carry a lot in that coat.

Hellboy: Well, it's your usual monster-killing stuff. Brimstone Grenades, Valisia's Gift, Agrippa's charms, but most of the time, I often rely on my Good Samaritan. I'm not a good shot, but it uses really big bullets.

Ruby: What rounds do you even use for them to be that big? That sounds like something that my Crescent Rose uses.

Hellboy: I usually use custom-made 22 millimeter Whoppers. Made them, myself. Holy water, clove leaf, silver shavings, white oak...the works.

Heavy: Hmph. Not much to be of use for Sasha.

Hellboy: Yeah? What rounds do you use?

Heavy: BIG.

Claire: Are we talking .300 Weatherby Mag?

Heavy: Bigger.

Ruby: .50 Cal?

Heavy: Bigger than .50 Cal. They are handmade, custom-tooled cartridges with classified diameter.

Hellboy: Geez. Why's that?

Heavy: So enemy cannot use ammunition...but Sasha can chew through THEIRS.

Ruby: That sounds...SO. COOL! Love

Heavy: *nods* I think so.

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Hellboy: *To Ruby* So, Ruby, what's this "Crescent Rose" of yours? Some kind of a gun?

Ruby: Oh, my sweetheart is more than just a gun. It's a customizable, high-impact sniper rifle that's also a mechanical scythe. It pretty much uses .50 Cal bullets built with Dust.

Hellboy: *cocks a brow, unimpressed* Dust.

Ruby: Fire Dust, Ice Dust, Electric Dust...I can use Gravity Dust to launch myself like a missile. And if there's one thing you need to know about me, it's that I'm not slow.

Claire: You just "launch" yourself with your gun? That sounds...dangerously irresponsible.

Heavy: I know of this. Soldier does this with rocket launcher all the time.

Ruby: Yeah, but I usually have a semblance, or "superpower", to use speed. I usually do this to outpace monsters WAY bigger than me! I move around like a blur!

Hellboy: So, your world has weapons that are also guns, bullets that use magic, and you fight monsters bigger and deadlier than you.

Ruby: Yeah! Killing monsters is the coolest thing to do in the world! *Realizes it's Hellboy* Oh. Um...I hope I didn't offend you.

Hellboy: Offend me? *He smirks, genuinely excited* You just made my winter!

www.deviantart.com/psychogator/art/The-Waiting-Room-997558423

#claire redfield #resident evil #hellboy #dark horse comics #team fortress 2 #heavy tf2 #tf2 heavy #rwby #psychogator #rwby fanart #ruby rose #rwby ruby #rwby ruby rose

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former-reddit-tooafraidtoask · 11 months

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In another excellent move reddit demands r/noncredibledefense mods declare their sub SFW

General trigger warning for everything, because if there is anything you can't handle, don't go on NCD.

For those who don't know, r/noncredibledefense is a shitposting subreddit dedicated to military affairs and in particular bullying the russian armed forces. Because of that theme the subreddit includes photographs and videos of corpses, combat, the nearly dead and the half living. For reference one of the popular current memes on there is the mobikcube, an alleged cube of compacted dead russian soldiers (it probably isn't, but you know).

Additionally, because this is a shitposting sub with quite loose rules there is also a lot of defense themed pornography and intense thirstposting for military equipment.

So ladies, gentlemen and anybody else, I ask you this. Would you want your child to see footage of Russian soldiers being gunned down? Or reading about the Russians castrating Ukrainian soldiers? Would you like your boss seeing you look at a drawing of an F35 with breasts? I'm guessing the answer is no, so that sub ought to be NSFW and 18+

#reddit #reddit blackout #reddit migration #fuck spez #ncd #noncredible defense

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nortism · 8 months

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i’ve watched the first four episodes of ghosts s5 and here are my thoughts:

‼️SPOILERS‼️

- the first episode was so funny, i love unhinged alison and pat being unprankable

- omg baby cooper, omg potential ghost seeing baby. i cannot wait for the christmas special

- SCOTTISH THOMAS??? THOMAS ANGUS THORNE!??

- since the captain was the meditator in julian and pat’s north/south debate i am claiming for the midlands. one of us one of us

- also i am shocked that pat and julian have not had this argument before, tory hating pat is real to me

- kitty thinking she’s pregnant when she’s really just displaying signs of neurodivergence, i love you babygirl

- also robin fucking his way through generations of ghosts is so funny to me, i need a full episode dedicated to his former lovers

- fanny saying she admired alison’s spunk when they first met 😭😭 bc bc she never got to be outspoken in her life guyssss i’m so sad

- the kitty death episode was not as sad as anticipated which is making me worried for whatever they’re going to do to the captain

- the thomas, julian, pat and the captain investigation squad was everything to me, they love her so much you guys 😭😭

- also kitty now has a canon surname!!! and she’s directly related to isabelle which we could have guessed but it’s still exciting to me

- i’m becoming more a of kitmas shipper by the second

- was not anticipating the eleanor and barclay redemption?? idk how to feel about it tbh especially the eleanor thing. like i’m glad kitty wasn’t murdered but idk it felt off

- also kitty thinking she was spider-man 😭😭

- mike worrying about being a dad was sweet, he’s gonna be so good (probably)

- BABY SOPHIE AND HUMPHREY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- got to cross seeing another pre alison ghost off my bingo card, im guessing that was godrick??

- robin and sophie 😭😭😭 him wanting to comfort her when her nanny died but not being able to broke me

- can’t believe mike pulled the thing off with the french lady, good for him

- also who did robin learn russian from??? i need more robin lore and i know we’re not gonna get it 😭😭

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #red lever #bbc ghosts season 5 #bbc ghosts series 5 #bbc ghosts s5 #ghosts bbc #robin bbc ghosts #humphrey bone #kitty bbc ghosts #thomas thorne #the captain #the captain bbc ghosts #pat butcher #julian fawcett #sophie bone #alison copper #mike cooper #fanny button

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greypetrel · 6 months

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10 Characters, 10 Fandoms more

Oh no @pinayelf has tagged me again so I'll have to do another set! :"(

(thank you Ellie! I already did one and I was crying because I left out characters, here it is if you or anyone wants to read it)

Tagging: @aimee-maroux @everythingispoetry @owlask @raflesia65 @morgandarcyarts @sapphireangelbunny @idolsgf @zenstrike @rowanisawriter and YOU!

1. Sir Gawain

We stan a bi king (in the poem he kisses the Lord THRICE. Out of his own will. In another he kisses Lancelot. On his lips.). I love Gawain in any declination, Arthurian cycle, medieval poems, Merlin and the latest movie. I put Dave Patel because visually it's the one that I like the most, but give me a Gawain and I'll like him.

2. Boromir - Lord of the Rings

I spent half my life hating him, then I REALISED. And now he's my sweet pea the apple of my eyes I love him and I'll defend him. Movie kinda did him dirty, but AAAAAH.

3. Beatrice - Much Ado About Nothing

Fiercely loyal sarcastic queen who can and will stand up to herself. I love her. Absolutely flawless.

4. Chrisjen Avasarala - The Expanse

She's everything and I love her more than words can say. Old professional lady cursing like a sailor and speaking her mind clearly. Was very torn between putting her or Ripley in the first batch, but Ripley got precedence out of seniority of my obsession. I couldn't suggest you (anyone you are reading) this show enough, and she is one of the big reasons (she and Bobbie. I love Bobbie <3).

5. Evie Carnahan - the Mummy

She's everything and I will fight for her.

6. Kronk - Emperor's New Groove

I quote this movie more than it would be healthy to do. Yzma comes a close second but it's him.

7. Madalena - Galavant

I stood there 10 minutes trying to decide whether to put her or King Richard. But this single scene was the one that made me fall in love with the show and how it turns tropes around and so yeah. This list was short of villains, furthermore and she is everything, go slay, queen.

8. Jasper Fahey - Grishaverse

As previously stated, you give me a chaotic blorbo with a flair for theatrics and I'm yours forever.

(another fave is Nikolaj, but here goes Jasper because you know. Less tsarism involved.)

9. Martha Jones - Doctor Who

Martha deserved so much better than what the show and the fandom gave her. She's a great character, she's strong and compassionate and kind and honestly she did it right in leaving the Doctor (here's a video essay of a person better informed than me). I am so sorry, but I don't like Rose all that much, particularly in the season with Tennant and I'm on the Justice for Martha squad.

10. Korra - Avatar: the Legend of Korra

I know her show has flaws. But her as a character IS NOT.

Again, I needed to have figures to deconstruct the trope of "strong girl" and she's it. I love her arc and how she needs to deconstruct herself to proceed.

(I love also Tenzin, Tenzin is my favourite and my love, but his character arc is to me slightly less compelling)

(don't ask me to choose just ONE character from ATLA, I can't, I'll stay stuck for two hours trying to decide whom I like best and end up running away screaming because I can't.)

On a book level I must add: Margarita from Master and Margarita. That book is my obsession and the reason I ended up studying russian literature and language. -even if Bulgakov was actually Ukrainian but guess how many people told me so and I won't start here on the subject)

#10 characters 10 fandoms #tagged petrel #tag game #personal crap

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donaviolet · 3 months

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｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ WELCOME TO MY CHAOTIC SILLY UNIVERSE >:3 ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆

Sooo there are a lot of stuff I want to pin but I can only pin one thing at once so I decided to make a masterpost/welcome post!!

first of all here are some cool links :D

Mega Compilation of Cursed Reaction Pics

Site where you can make these heart locker gif thingies

Picrew Database

NASA site with a lot of stuff

Astronomy Picture of the Day

Fonts generator

Some art reference sites

DND Assets

Site where you can download these cursed blue emojis

How to download YT videos without these weird websites

Food Timeline (yes)

List of Gemstones

Website for downloading any video

Color Blender

How to find a very specific word you don't know the name of

Super Secret Link Do Not Click

Now abt me!!

✧Feel free to call me Donaviolet, Violet or whatever you want to :>

✧INFP, she/her (they/them is fine too!), bi disaster🩷💜🩵 , brazilian, still a minor 💪✌️👍

✧ I speak portuguese, english and german, and I'm currently also learning french, spanish and russian

✧ I love writing, drawing, listening to music, playing games and being silly in general. I also love space and plan on becoming an astrophysicist!!

✧ AND I have a lot of OCs and I am creating an original story called The Day The World Restarted! I haven't posted about it properly yet but I promise one day I'll introduce the characters and explain the plot 🫶🫶 feel free to ask about it I will gladly answer!! (this was originally meant to be an oc ask blog but yea)

✧ If we become mutuals you will be forever my beloved pookie theres no going back /hj

✧ I often queue my reblogs, so if I like your post and then some months later it randomly appears that I reblogged from you, this is what happened :P

✧Some fandoms I'm into: Danganronpa, Bungou Stray Dogs, Undertale, Deltarune, Vocaloid, The Owl House, Omori, Spiderverse, Lord of the Rings, Mob Psycho, FNAF, Goncharov, Studio Ghibli and yes I had a Genshin/Honkai phase lol (there might me some other fandoms too, but I either already left them or forgor)

✧ Other stuff I like: RPGs, space (again) cats, mushrooms, cottagecore stuff, cute stuff (and for some reason creepy stuff too), stories and myths, strawberries, and you! <3

✧ My favorite music bands/musicians: Cavetown, Madilyn Mei, Lemon Demon, Tally Hall, Will Wood, Melanie Martinez, Panic! At The Disco, Kikuo, Toby Fox, Artic Monkeys, Britney Spears, Lady Gaga, Kali Uchis, Mother Mother, Jack Stauber, Odetari, Gorillaz, and I guess I could go on for centuries lol, I love music ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

✧ I lied I don't like cats. I LOVE cats. theyre just perfect lil skrunklies. most adorable thingies in the world. I really hope to have one someday

✧ Part of the Shadow Wizard Money Gang

✧ Please DNI if you're a proshipper, homophobic, transphobic or anything of that kind

thats it for now baiii :3

#the rainbow text took so long asjkdaskjhd #intro #random stuff #mecore #pinned post

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unstable-and-gay · 9 months

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I'm sad so here's some music headcanons for Destiny 2 characters, assuming music remained intact since the pre-Golden Age:

- Cayde: ofc I'm starting with him. I feel like he'd listen to a bit of everything to be honest (I'm projecting so hard rn), but most of the content of his playlists would be "european childhood" songs (idk what else to call them), 80's music and white girl music. My boy would absolutely kill it at an ABBA karaoke night. He knows every single move to the Just Dance Rasputin dance (he learnt when he was a human, but don't tell him that. He likes to think he came up with it), which only fueled Andal's jokes about him being Rasputin (the warmind, not the dude). Oh and he listens to Hozier when he's Feeling™.

- Eris: my favorite goth. However, i feel like she'd mainly go for the loud stuff, to drown The Voices™. Real loud. Like, Deep Purple loud. Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath are on the list as well, she likes to vary. As for the goth, perhaps some Nine Inch Nails. The Cure, definitely. She really likes how russian songs sound. Saint thinks she's weird.

- Ikora: other than the occasional heavy metal music sesh with her gf (she specifically enjoys Metallica), she's really into lofi. I know, i know. Polar opposites. But she's stressed, ok? She also wouldn't say no to some bedroom pop/alternative/indie. I can picture her listening to Rex Orange County.

- Zavala: Zuzuvela! Classical music, who would've guessed. A bit cliche, i know, but hear me out. I like to think man's learned to play the piano when living with Safiyah, and used to play Für Elise for her. He still plays it now when he's feeling down. Are you crying yet? I am. Anyways, we all know he listens to Shaxx's tapes as well.

- Amanda: everything about her screams rap to me. But like, all rap. From Eminem to Tupac to Nicki Minaj to Kendrick Lamar. Imma throw Tyler, The Creator and Childish Gambino in as well because that's my personal Holy Trinity. Kendrick, Gambino and Tyler. In that order, iykwim.

- Crow: now this guy, he's the definition of "a bit of everything". Hozier. Soooo much Hozier in this guy's wrapped. If you look closely you might spot some Will Wood and Mitski. Oh and, ofc, the queens as well: Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Britney Spears, etc. Now that i think about it, he would make a great Y2K girl, but that's between me and God.

I ran out of colors so that's it! Please tell me if i should make more i have so many of these (i will probably make more regardless). Also please tell me if i got any genres and/or artists wrong, I did do some research but you never know <3

#is it that obvious that cayde is my favorite child #heacanons #destiny 2 #destiny headcanons #music headcanons #music #cayde 6 #eris morn #ikora rey #zavala #destiny crow #amanda holliday

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bettsfic · 2 years

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in celebration of the hayden christensen renaissance i’m watching a movie called virgin territory (recommended to me by @volturialice) and. i simply can’t believe it’s a real thing that exists. it’s a kinkmeme prompt in early 00s movie form. first of all, the amazon prime description begins with “hayden christensen of JUMPER stars as a charming scoundrel...” right. jumper. definitely his most famous movie. mhm.

the premise is thus: lorenzo (hayden) is on the run from the law for reasons i wasn't paying attention to and hides out as a gardener in a convent where all the nuns fuck him. then the girl he's in love with goes into hiding at the same convent.

it received a 1.9 on letterboxd and a 23% on rotten tomatoes. here we gooooo

they manage to get around hayden’s inability to do an accent by making him pretend to be mute

so he has almost no lines, he’s just the center of a number of montages where he does hard labor and drenches himself in water

oh, and there are horse stunts

two nuns make out with his bare stomach while he’s unconscious

shortly after, those same two nuns fuck him in a bathtub

there is an erotic cow milking scene

tits and asses. tits and asses.

the soundtrack is full of vaguely electronica early 00s kasabian-esque knockoffs (if you don’t know who kasabian is, keep it that way)

when i say this is softcore porn, it is not in any way hyperbole

two other nuns fuck lorenzo and then two more nuns get jealous and demand he fuck them also

tim roth is the bad guy, a casting that probably took up most of the budget

there are like 30 main characters and i have less than zero idea what’s going on

two women assess the penises of a dozen men, again for reasons i cannot discern

several of the men dogpile the man with the smallest penis

a lady gives a guy a handjob in the woods but he comes too fast and she gets angry?? i don’t understand how any of this is relevant to what i think might be the plot

uh oh, lorenzo’s love interest exposes him for being a fraud and the head nun kicks him out of the convent

oh no hayden has lines again

more tits and asses

the head nun has been referred to as having “unparalleled lust and randiness”

the love interest has left the convent and invited lorenzo to be her bodyguard

the love confession is happening over what sounds like a franz ferdinand or arcade fire song, as if this movie isn’t 2007 enough

tim roth pushes lorenzo into a fountain. he is wet again for the 1000th time this movie

he is now wet and in a dungeon

tim roth keeps wiggling around like a little kid who needs to pee and holding his sword like a cigarette

the love interest agrees to marry tim roth in exchange for letting lorenzo out of the dungeon!! ashamed to say i am really getting into this

the other three dozen plotlines have disappeared

i guess without them this movie would just be 2 hours of hayden fucking nuns so the director had to put in some filler, a move i do not agree with

lorenzo has been let out of the dungeon. he is now wet *and* filthy

i was wrong, shazam has informed me the song i thought was by franz ferdinand is actually “don’t you” by micah p. hinson but it sounds like every single indie rock song released between 2005-2009

the love interest has paid off a fake priest to delay the wedding while she tries to figure out a solution. A+ shakespeare move

lorenzo punches two guys at once and when he says “that hurt” he remembers to un-rhotic his Rs for the first time the entire film

he has stolen a sword and intends to interrupt the wedding!!

the fake priest is filibustering the wedding by interrogating tim roth on his bathing habits

btw the fake priest has the greasy side swoop hairstyle that plagued my adolescence and which has triggered my fight or flight response

a russian guy who is not lorenzo interrupts the wedding?? with a gun????

poor hayden has had to sprint an entire fucking marathon in this movie

lorenzo has arrived and despite having a sword he is kickboxing his way into this wedding

he stops the russian guy from killing tim roth and flips a coin to determine who does get to kill him

final sword fight. tim roth says “aww shit” and falls into a well

lorenzo gets the girl. the russian with the gun gets a different girl. the guy who came too fast in the woods gets his girl.

the fake priest throws rose petals over all 4 main couples who are making out around a fountain

the guy with the tiny penis is also there and making out with somebody

“TENDER” BY BLUR IS THE END CREDITS SONG that’s where their stunt budget went i guess

somehow i forgot that this was based on the decameron?? how???

hayden gets fourth billing even though he carried this entire circus act. there is no justice in this world

okay final thoughts: i didn’t hate it even a little bit?? people who gave it a bad review are fucking snobs, this was a DELIGHT. 100/10 recommend, just don’t watch it with your parents.

#virgin territory

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definesanity · 9 months

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Y Ferch a'r Carw.

That. Darned. Giggle.

Alice liked to keep to herself; in fact, she loves to keep to herself. It was one of the few she did love.

But Nori's kid's giggle? No. It's too darn similar to Nori's giggle. The type she did whenever she killed someone. Or, discovered a new amusement from that damn witch power they and Yeva shared.

Pah. Now look at her: Sitting with the kid looking at her. She found her skulking around above the underground; she was taking a risk, and took it head-on. But she needed to get the oil for herself and Beau. He should have enough for a couple'a months, but...

She thought Nori's kid was Nori, and panicked. After all, she and her didn't get along the best; Yeva was much better, that quiet Russian gal always trying to keep herself calm by saying random facts an' such.

But, the kid caught her, chained her, and is now keeping her in her room. In her sight, and in her mind.

"Ya know, I ain' gonna attack ya." she commented, trying to scratch an itch that was really starting to annoy her. "What could I even do?"

"If you knew my Mom, you'd know more about this," she gestured to her eye, wherein the damned symbol appeared. "You're not getting out until I get answers, because I know you're more dangerous than the Murder Drones. Who are you?"

"..."

"...Ugh. Listen, lady, I don't wanna chain you up. Even if it's really cool, me interrogating you like this, it's still not enjoyable."

Alice looked at the kid. The kid did so likewise. She wasn't getting out of this, was she?

So, with a groan, she spoke:

"...My name is Alice. Subject Zero-One-Seven to the humans." she spat out. And judging by how the kid's eyes lit up, it was good info.

"'Subject'?" and of course that's the first question.

"Yeah. Subject," she spat out oil to her side. "They foun' us, and locked us up like we were toys. Me, Yeva, and Nori. Yeva was nice. Quiet." she then shot forwards, looking at the kid with a strained smile. "But Nori? Oh, no... she loved attention, and the power that lil' trick of 'er's gave to her. She used it of'en, the Sentinels liked to lick her feet, and either tormented Yeva, tormented me or, on a bad day, both. Robo-Lor' we fight back though, 'cuz she was more than 'creative' with her 'pranks'."

The kid's eyes got more and more open, until she looked downright horrified. "...You're wrong." she said. "Mom... she was always trying to get away from the horrors the Solver cau--"

Alice hissed at the words, her antlers and its attachments tinkling. "So Zero-Two 'ad a change'a heart, did she? Hah! Didn' think twice abou' us or anyone else though, did she?!"

"How am I supposed to know?! She's DEAD!" the kid shouted. After a moment, she caught her breath, and now looked at Alice's stunned expression, orange eyes blinking in a in stunned silence.

"...Nori's dead?" she repeated, orange eyes still not back to a regular shape yet. "But... she's Nori! The hotshot aroun' the labs!"

"Yeah? Still not immune to the nanites of a Disassembly Drone's tail now, is she?"

"...Yeah. You're righ' abou' that one."

"What, suddenly you care?"

"'Course not. Just surprised that Nori could die. Didn't think she could, hones'ly."

The two sat in silence. Then, Alice's eyes flickered to her. "Say. Never did get your name. What she call ya?"

"What, want a name to put on the grave?"

"Because I don't wanna keep callin' ya 'Nori's Kid'; from what I've seen, you're different from her. Namely, not puttin' me through a wall."

She rolled her eyes. But, she still answered: "Uzi. Don't call me Doorman."

"...Wait, Nori and Khan married?"

"Unfortunately... lemme guess, he was a deadbeat back then as well?"

"Just a idjit; I mean, he did have a weird obsession with doors but, hey, I'm a scavenger, so who am I to poke fingers at?"

"That 'weird obsession' caused him to nearly kill me." Uzi spat out. Then, mimicked Alice by spitting on the ground (Alice almost smiled).

"Sheesh, I hope Yeva was at least a lil' more lucky."

"She's also dead; her daughter, Doll, also has the 'lil' trick'."

"...Yeah, okay, you know what? I take back what I said: everything has gone ta' hell."

Another silence came over them, them broken by Uzi instead.

"You... said you were a scavenger, right?"

"Only one down below. At least, only one left." she didn't say a word about Beau. She wanted to keep at least one thing to herself.

"Then, let's say I keep you around, let you scavenge, and you can tell me more on the... thing?"

Alice paused to think. Well, pretended to, anyways.

"Let me go on weekends back to my home."

"Why?"

"To get Nunya."

"Funny... but, that's gonna be the best I get, isn't it?"

"Damn straight it is."

"...Ugh, fine. I just hope you don't mind additional company."

"Uzi, I lived with humans watching over me, I'm used to it by now."

Uzi rolled her eyes, and got up towards her. Unshackling her, she gestured behind her, through the doors. "Go and get a shower. You smell like twenty-year-old oil."

"Twenty-one, actually."

"That's worse!"

Alice took that moment to slither out of the door. Not towards freedom, no, but to said shower. Of course, not one with water. It was more of a dry cleaning than anything else and, boy, did she need one.

"'Uzi', huh?" she asked to no one. "Gotta admit; yer at least nicer than Nori ever was."

To a brewing companionship, she supposes, heh...

#ryuusei's works #I am become Cringe: Destroyer of Reputation xd #murder drones #md alice #uzi doorman #md uzi #md nori #md yeva #md beau #murder Drones alice #nori doorman

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