#fuck yeah meme double attack

[uselessalexis165]

tried making some ttte memes (316)

@jammyjams1910 and @just-an-emily-existing oc addition

#fuck yeah meme double attack #my edit #my text #thomas the tank engine #thomas and friends #trainsona #sparks the little shunting engine #ttte oc #ttte jamie💛 #ttte emily 💖 #ttte timmy🍓 #ttte wither🖤 #jammyjams1910 #justanemilyexisting

[pepprs]

kind of amazing that i get down on myself for having impostor syndrome and feeling constantly stupid and naive and radiating insecurity about being young all the time when actually there is a completely explainable reason for it which is that i live in this house 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

#groaning and laughing over liz memes with my siblings and explaining to my parents why ppl are doing this / why ppl hate her and #are celebrating her death and they start attacking me for relaying the information (and agreeing with it ♥️) and saying shit like This #Generation has no respect and are so cruel and classless and always pick at problems for no reason and make unfounded baseless claims when I #was literally reading them evidence of the awful things that happened under her reign and they were going i don’t believe that. LMFAO! ok. #and the generational disdain has been such an issue too. like our parents straight up think we are stupid! love and light 💖 #purrs #one of the worst fights i ever had with my mom that was the reason i started going to counseling happened bc of how jason mraz announced #that he was two-spirit and i was talking to my mom about it and said that he shouldn’t have called himself that bc he&: white and she BLEW #UP at me for like 3 days straight for trying to be ‘labelist’ about him and for caring about sexuality and ‘policing’ his / her language and #she literally went out of her way to pick a fight with someone on ig who was saying the thing i was to prove a point to me and she said othe #other extremely hurtful things about me being bi and about me having the audacity to ‘root for the underdog’ and how she was going to cut me #out of her life just like she did with her aunt because i push her buttons too much so ♥️ always very fun to get into debates with my parent #and i know it goes against literally everything i am supposed to know / be for me to be arguing like this and to be complaining about it and #even joking about queen elizabeth but like. idk. i feel so torn between how i feel. i know she was a human being yeah yeah but she was #also a colonialist monarch parasite and i genuinely think the way tumblr explodes when politicians and world leaders die is endearing and #exciting and funny. i adore my job and my colleagues and also working full time is killing me. i recognize that my parents are human beings #and that i am flawed and don’t know everything and am saying stuff without fully knowing what it means and also it makes me giddy to pick #fights with them a little bit. i am kind of a bad person i think and i care about it so much but also i don’t give a fuck anymore. nothing #in my life feels real rn and i am a scared creature in my skin all the time. so no i don’t feel like i can hold my own and represent my work #well because i am living a double life just wanting to play video games all the time and run away from everything but also wanting to create #the golden thing and help people open the door to a better world or whatever and i can’t tell wha ti want to do more because im fucking #EXHAUSTED and experiencing 15 kinds of despair at all times lol! #not to turn a post about queen elizabeth into a vent lmfao but i am so angry. it really fucking gets me that they think im stupid lol. like #i know im stupid for other reasons but it’s not fair to think im stupid because i am pointing out inequities and trying to help you learn or #whatever and it’s not fair that you think that im stupid because im a young person like im literally your fucking daughter and it is made st #STAGGERINGLY clear to me every day how you only wanted babies and you didn’t want us as the messy growing learning imperfectncomplicated #adults we are becoming and it fucking hurts and i hate you for it a little bit. lol 🤸🏻‍♀️ #delete later #idk what i even just typed i an just hitting post and letting the consequences roll in. im a bad person fuck it! #parents tw

[morgandoesstuffsig]

Hello! I have this idea/request for sagau loosely based off of me and my friend’s dynamic where there are two separate creators. Like, not two reader clones or smth just two separate people, either of them can be reader, or both??? Idk, just do whatever you want with this idea :)

They both play genshin, and both of their accs r self aware. One of them is a whale who has all the characters and plays everyday. However, they dont know much about building characters because their fav part of the game is the lore and knows a lot abt it and always talks while playing. The other is a f2p that plays for several weeks straight before taking along break, and only has their fav characters (COUGH wanderer COUGH) and they are the type to never speak AT ALL while gaming. They also have more of a meta player mindset while building their fav characters and doesnt care for much for the lore.

I just like to imagine how the genshin cast would react to them in coop, especially for the first time. Just seeing one of them rant to the other about the lore or seeing one of them one shot all the enemies. And imagine two if the same characters from the different accs meeting each other.

absolutely love the idea of two wanderers as that silly little fucking spiderman meme

also there's scaramouche instead of wanderer for now for the plot

DOUBLES! ft. scaramouche and albedo

c.w // spoilers for sumeru quest and scara's backstory, heavy(?) angst in scara's part, pet names BECAUSE I CAN!!1!11!! GRAHH

start under cut

ALBEDO

"What are these talent levels?? Why'd you crown Albedo's normal attack? It's the most useless in his kit- you know you should've leveled his Skill, right?" You said, while you looked at your friends Albedo- it honestly hurt to look at.

"Uh.. Yeah, I totally knew that.. I just was.. testing it.. out..?" Your friend mumbled into their mic, obviously lying.

Meanwhile, in one of your worlds, two Albedos were silently watching the other.

'Why is there another me? I could've swore I killed Dorian.. but he also has a star mark. It looks exactly like mine.' They both thought to themselves.

Eventually, one of them spoke out.

"Who are you?" Albedo said, staring at the other blankly, the smallest bit of confusion and fascination only seen if you truly tried to look for it hard within his eyes.

"I am Albedo."

"I am also Albedo. Are you sure you're really 'Albedo'?"

"Are you sure you're Albedo?"

This went on for a while.. neither of them were like this usually, but the other just wouldn't give up. Both were persistent when curiosity had peaked, and this just got very interesting.

end : 1/2

SCARAMOUCHE

"...well, that was one hell of a boss fight.." You mumbled under your breath.. you had barely managed to make it out of Scaramouche's boss fight alive-- half of your characters were dead, and the others were barely hanging on by a thread-- you truly need to thank the ancient Genshin cooks for Sweet Madames and Chicken Mushroom Skewers..

"It sucks that Scara really thinks that about himself. I mean, sure, he was abandoned by Raiden, but not because he was weak or anything. It's really because she just didn't want to control every aspect of his life, but there are of course, better ways she could've done that. You do have to understand that both made mistakes that lead them to where they are now, and..." You went off on a ramble, and unbeknownst to you, a certain purple-haired boy was listening to everything that spilled from your lips.

Everything he's ever known and believed in-- it was all just.. just a misunderstanding? He felt hopeless all of a sudden, he felt like falling.. and he did.

That's when you looked back at the screen, suddenly knocked out of your rambling state and (semi)yelled out, "Oh shit, ain't nobody gonna catch him?!" ...and nobody did. You silently flinched at the sound of the impact-- even through a screen, you could tell that hurt horribly.

"Oh no, poor darling.." You mumbled sympathetically as you read each and every word stated and said during the 'quest,' just like you did with each and every other one. You knew all of this yet you still felt so sad for the poor puppet Scaramouche. He really didn't deserve any of that, you thought to yourself as you wished you could've done something, or that you could do something.. if only it weren't through a screen.

Scaramouche hated being pitied, but maybe.. maybe if it was you, he didn't mind, and maybe he felt a small sense of pride because it meant in some way, and at some point, you cared for him.. and that filled him with more joy than either of you realized, and much more joy than you ever will even think.

end : 2/2

#morgan.died : writes #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin cult au #sagau albedo #sagau au #sagau genshin #albedo sagau #albedo x reader #albedo x y/n #albedo x you #albedo genshin impact #albedo genshin x reader #albedo kreideprinz #sagau scaramouche #scaramouche sagau #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #sagau scaramouche x reader #sagau x reader #sagau cult au #sagau x you

[pixiatn]

Dc x dp fic except it's not DP and it's Ben 10, cause Ben 10 has a criminally low amount of fics compared to the DC×DP sub fandom😭

OK, SO-

Ben (while on a mission with Gwen, Kevin, and Rook) gets K.O'd so fucking hard somehow it deadass slingshots him to another universe so fucking hard that even Professor Paradox is like "Yeah, Idk where he is 😭??"

Boom, Ben wakes up in another Dimension with amnesia, which is bad, but WAIT, it gets even worse🤩😏 the Omnitrix freaked out from the overall energy of the attack from the threat him and his team were facing that it semi life locked him in his alien forms, meaning he cant turn back into a human but can switch between the aliens

(not at will, more so situational, y'know how like some people theorize that when Ben doesn't turn into the alien he wants, it's the Omnitrix giving him what he needs)

Anyway Ben woke up with amnesia in another Dimension, boom, and now he's trapped in his alien form, double boom. Pookie is obviously very freaked out and confused, and because he obviously doesn't want to cause mass panic cause he's a freak he just kinda lurks in dark alleys and abandoned buildings. Bro accidentally becomes a local cryptid, well, multiple cryptids.

He catches sight of Signal (like it's fucking hard with that bright ass suit) and because of his color, the shape of the helmet and maybe he used his powers in a fight and thinks bro is an alien. Ben just approaches and is like "uh.. friend? :)" he quickly realizes that he's fucking WRONG but Duke is just like "yeah this might as well happen" and the accidental besties unite, then they start kissing at some point idk

Memes

#'why do u use duke as the love interest in ur ideas' BC MY BLK KIMG DESERVES SHIPS #and hes barely in 'normal' Batfam fics😭 #mention #ben 10 #ben tennyson #duke thomas #the signal #the batfamily #batfam #batfamily #hey pookies what should Duke/Ben ship name be🤔?? #dc x ben10

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

Tournament was sorta funny, one tie, one win with a 100 points, and one game losing with a 45 point difference. One thing that totally shook me as an originally T'au player: GW just hates us. Not only was there not a single T'au player at the event of 36 people, the insanity was what happened when you looked at the pure shooting power of armies that don't even specialize in shooting.

Yeah a group of 3 Broadsides will also delete anything while guided, except you might just get the same results by putting down a Forgefiend followed by a Warpsmith for half the points, 10 times less clunky to use, and inside an army that makes little to no concessions to having that firepower.

How the absolute fuck did we deserve to get this utterly wrecked in the name of "less lethality" while every other faction just goes out there kicking shit in left and right on units that are just a "supplementary bonus" to the core army. "Why yes I just deleted half your army by double-overwatching with 6d3 blast attacks - while running a melee centric T10+ monsters list." What the hell Tyrannids?

T'au essentially now has some meme-weapons that grossly overkill a singular target or have absurdly high strenght values that just don't matter in most confrontations, or keywords with no way to interact with them. Why yes the Devastating Wounds or Sustained Hits 2 on the Railgun sounds wild, but its just such a lazy"feels bad" design. Either you roll that six or you don't, you do not have any way to add Anti - X or Criticials on a 5+ and play around that. For the other side of the table that's just a "oh btw my casino gun said eat 15 mortals".

This is what T'au sacrificed being good in every other aspect of the game for. Yeah no surprise the winrate is dropping.

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #t'au #tau #competititve 40k

[furryprovocateur]

fire emblem, or, as i like to call it, the game where you can make no mistakes and still lose. yeah i'm fucking mad but whatever, i did it.

this chapter really isn't THAT bad, i feel like the strategies for dealing with everything are fairly apparent. i just got some really dogshit luck on multiple attempts (3 60% attacks in a row missed and then in a separate attempt 2 90% attacks missed 🤪) so it really soured the shit out of my mood. the basic strategy you want to use is send two cavs + hector + priscilla and one other unit (in my case, it was guy) to the north, send matthew to the west and give him a buddy unit to kill the shaman unless your matthew has gotten stupidly good (or you just want to roll dice loaded against you 3-4 turns in), leave two of your units (one of them should preferably be lyn) behind to deal with the cav + nomad reinforcements. lyn benefits greatly from mani katti here and will nail kills she otherwise has next to no business getting. in a bizarre twist of fate, my lyn has 14 strength and 13 speed. can't tell if i should be arguing that she's blessed in strength or getting burned in speed. probably both.

speaking of level ups, i feel like i got an okay assortment of them. feel like i'm getting mostly average level ups in that people are getting the stats they should be (i.e. florina's getting speed and resistance, hector's getting strength and defense, lowen's getting whatever + defense), and while i wish i was getting ever so slightly better level ups on people like guy (he's always juuuuuust shy of 1RKOing and can't double with the iron blade), i feel like i should largely have no complaints. kent's basically caught up as well, low on skill but skill is a meme stat.

the biggest annoyance of the map is the thieves that spawn in the north. one of them will just fuck off (i assume this is because it's there to go for the chests to the west that i always end up getting before he's even a presence), but the other one is a super asshole. on my previous attempts i was able to intercept him and kill him before he looted more than one chest (meaning you can still get all the treasure), but in the one that beat the chapter, the little cunt got to the silver sword then the knight crest, meaning i lost the silver sword. the only positive i can say is that he never does the reverse (which would be a colossal hit (that i would reset over)), and the silver sword is only 1500 gold. but it's really just the principle of the matter. way more annoyed about it than i really should be but i'll survive.

people shit on lucius but he does one solid thing, regardless of whether or not you used him in lyn mode: he's able to lure out one of the knights in bernard's room and kill it with a 3HKO. it's nothing impressive but it's something. meanwhile, his boyfriend raven unfortunately wasn't able to do much for me since i needed him to recruit lucius. he doesn't need experience that badly for now, but the sooner i can make him a frontliner, the better. he is one of the stars of HHM after all.

speaking of bernard's room! capital F FUCK that mage in that room. dude's a gigantic fuck and i wish the worst on him.

bernard himself was very "whatever" to kill. hector with wolf beil deleted him in 2 hits. i would've vastly preferred to get the kill with someone else, as hector's about to hit level 15 (which is fairly overleveled compared to the rest of my units and enemies in the current chapters + i don't need him hitting 20 early), but there were no really good options out of the people available (eliwood, kent, guy, lowen). eliwood could've maybe done some damage, but the rapier only has 4 uses and eliwood isn't as reliable as ol' hector.

i am grouchy and bitchy rn, but i'll probably wake up pretty happy with how things turned out. i was very worried about hitting both tactics and experience goals, so to clear both that well is very fortunate. i'm at the point where i need to start cycling some units out (i.e. lowen), and i'd like to make use of rebecca/bartre but it's hard to catch them up. maybe pirate ship will be kind to them. but you know what chapter isn't going to be kind to me? the next one! not looking forward to port of badon, but at least it's got double the turns for 5 star compared to HNM (seriously, fuck doing that chapter in 5 turns). also gonna have to decide how many units i want to bring just for the premise of using them in the arena. erk in the arena for experience buffering is extremely tempting. i'll meditate on it.

#long #long post #fire emblem

[lunastars21]

My god would ya believe me if I said clutch is way more underrated than fang! Cuz I can't find shit about this Opossum and he's in recent comics!

Welp time to change that

Clutch headcanon time

He's obviously a boomer, He WAS legit in retirement when he first appeared in IDW, but now he's building his empire again, still also focusing on Chao racing as a lil bonus.

I'd like to think after the whole Amy and friends fiasco he does treat chaos a bit better, would the ones he trapped never Wana get near him again? Yeah sure he doesn't care, Chao races are the least of his importance now, plus less trouble for him, but at least some new ones would get better treatment.

Did he adopt rough and tumble? Yes, he doesn't admit it but shows it through action, they do speak louder than words after all

Whenever he recalls his past, it's a visualization of a 60's like anime where he's much younger.

Rough and Tumble try to catch him up with memes, but since the duo is always late with the trends, so is clutch. He's beraly hearing about the Dr. Livesey meme and it's already been months now guys come on.

Clutch and Fang have a mutual friendship, they'll help each other, and once the mission is done they go their separate ways, Clutch states Fang still has much to learn.

Besides his FUCKING cane gun, clutch knows to hand to hand combat, using his tail as another way of attacking, he also uses it to choke his enemies and practically strangle them to death.

Clutch takes care of his giant bear robot, he knows some machinery but isn't really an expert, still the robot gets all the recent upgrades.

Clutch sometimes accidentally rhymes his name with words, Rough and Tumble tease him about it and he just pushes them away.

He enjoys going to fancy diners, concerts, and museum's in his spare time (yes I watch bumblekast QNA how ya know)

Everytime a holiday comes up, wether it's their birthday or Christmas or something, rough and tumble always argue and waste the day away. This has led to clutch having to separate them and calm them down before they break something, but the duo make him participate in whatever the holiday is so they won't fight for the rest of the day (example: getting clutch into random blind dates on Valentine's day, making him join the bros in the bouncy house on their birthday, snowball fight with them in the snow during Christmas!)

Clutch does smoke and drink, he on occasions gets high but that's rare

Clutch has many different kinds of coats that he wears, his favorite mostly being the grey one you first see him in, plus they make him look taller

Rough says Gif, Tumble says Jif, Clutch says it like an acronym: G.I.F

Clutch is a good balance with physical actions and smarts, but since he's older his fighting is a bit weaker than It used to be, but his marksmanship is still sharp!

He's still trying to understand how modern phones work, so he mostly has a flip phone

In his past he wasn't a wealthy kid, beraly scrapping by and taking as much from the street, but then one day he ran into a casino, he only had a few cents and couldn't really gamble much, so he decided to play one game of poker and then head home. It turned out he was very good at most of the games and manage to collect so much money, his life changed after that. Making deals, killing whoever double crosses him, and always getting away Scott free, His family was never poor again.

Most of Clutch's family members have either passed away or went on their own adventures and hasn't seen them since, now he focuses on passing his knowledge to the skunk brothers...well...try too.

That's all I got for this guy! Made him a complete dad figure but still very dangerous, man has taken out tons of heroes for crying out loud! I hope to see him more in the comics and that he gets more people into his fanbase :3

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic headcanons #clutch the opossum #rough the skunk #tumble the skunk #idw sonic #Clutch being so serious but he also has his stupid moments is so funny #a dad and his two skunk sons #he's legit a pimp Opossum thats so cool

[kyluxtrashpit]

No morals just memes anon returns. I looked up that show and yeah. You’re right. Assholes trying to take each other out for their own separate goals is about right.

We are currently in Trickster Woman’s panic room. Why? Because the reason Crime Spree is running for office is to keep that psychopath from winning. He doesn’t even want the title. None of them necessarily want to rule.

But yeah, they found out what Meme Lord did. Or assumed. Currently a few of them are wrecking the place. It’s hard to tell currently but about an hour ago, Meme Lord got *serious*.

And as rude as I find it that they would call her the reaper or death (again kinda funny but also pretty messed up story). I kinda see it now. Or saw it as she left. Like, took the chains off her pants that hold the office and safe key and stalked out completely silently. Considering the hollow tile floor, and the fact that she’s in heels, it was a little unsettling.

Crime Spree is next to me praying. He said, “she doesn’t need my help, I’ll just be in her way, and I don’t want to see this”

I get the distinct feeling we’ll be fine. But holy fuck she’s scary. Trickster woman is driving back from out of town as we speak.

I really hate the thought that popped up. The implication there that Meme Lord makes all that noise for our benefit is unsettling. But I’ve definitely been snuck up on before.

(Part 2: No morals just memes anon wants to clarify that everything went fine yesterday.

Huge misunderstanding. We thought we were the only ones supposed to be there. Turns out she rents this place out as an air b and b when she’s out of town and forgot to tell us to be out by 5.

So they thought we were robbing the place and were trying to chase us out.

Came downstairs after a god damn hour to cayenne pepper all over the floor a bunch of very embarrassed looking folk at the table and Meme Lord helping a random dude rinse his eyes out with milk.

This one may have been my fault as I’m the one who connected the wrong dots and freaked everyone out😅)

(Part 3: No morals just memes anon here. Not only is Meme Lord not a demon. She is literally a fucking saint.

I honestly went right home and to bed from the embarrassment. I really should have stayed and fixed my own mess.

But anyways, this woman literally after helping this guy rinse his eyes out, sat with them and booked them a proper hotel and paid for it.

This us after the guy rushed her with a bar stool and she literally threw the first thing she grabbed at him. Which was the cayenne.

She was pretty sure if they were robbing the place, they’d be gone by then, and was just double checking before telling us to calm tf down.

He attacked her because if we were robbing the place, they were gonna get charged for it.

We are all idiots on this fine day)

OMG first off sorry for the late response, apparently I turned off my ask email notifications at some point somehow. ANYWAY. This story is both insane and hilarious lmao. Glad everything worked out okay cause WOOF, definitely scary for both sides of the equation here (except maybe Meme Lord. Not sure she feels fear skskdks). Although friend, you are DEFINITELY living in a tv show or something lmfao

#amazing #ask tag #anon #text #misc #long post

[wrestlezon]

liveblog containment zone for aew dynamite 5/11/22

started like 40 mins late and i didnt even have time to eat my dang burger

me at the beginning of the adam cole vs dax harwood match: if adam wins im gonna be really mad me at the end of the adam cole vs dax harwood match: >:( AND to the sharpshooter??? AUGH my burger will console me

dude i hate impractical jokers so bad its like a lethal amount of secondhand embarrassment oh boy its the cm punk vs silver match!! im exci-- hes. his jersery is so big. boyfriend's jersey. what on this earth wow johnny hungee / cm punk chant hangman just say youre here to support your friend. do it LMAO THE "FUCK YOUR PIZZA" CHANT cm punk and hangman exchanging looks from 500 feet away :)c long island crowd got the chants yeah!!! silver with the kicks!!! brainbuster!! whoa the AUDACITY MY FAVORITE THING IS WRESTLERS USING OTHER WRESTLERS' SPECIAL MOVES OOOOOO CM PUNK... WOOO he loves it when people get mad at him. hes got troublemaker's disease. how can this man continue to be a face

what is this sweetheart filter on this britt baker segment

DANHAUSEN TIME!!!!! WHAT IS THIS THEME DID THEY MAKE A DIFFERENT THEME??? HIS LEGALLY DISTINCT TEQUILA ONE IS SO GOOD THO TONY DIDNT EVEN GET AN ENTRANCE?? LOL i guess they gotta cut for time with all these matches on the card OH MY GOD THEY SQUASHMATCHED HIM ULTRA HEEL HEAT "we're gonna beat up all your internet meme wrestlers" please no leave my favorites alone but also i think orange would kill him so maybe are they going to make hook save him??? LMAO YES HOOK DANHAUSEN ENEMIES TO FRIENDS ARC COMPLETE wish it was a real-er match but whaddya gonna do. someday, maybe...

wardlow time!!! LMFAO A DARK SIDE OF THE RING SEGMENT???? I SAW MJF IN THE BG I KNOW THIS IS FOR JOKES OMG YES this is so good. LOL HES ALSO WEARING A JERSEY staring at this table in the middle of the ring. chekov's table dont tell my friends im only half listening to mjf's speech. he is not my guy ok the winking is almost getting to me though lol mjf loooooves whippin people with his belt oh shawn spears did his 10 bit! did he only did that in the indies cage match? LOL mjf reffing for the cage match? OMG YESSSS TAKE THE CUFFS OFF :) >:)!!!!! YESSS GOT EM NOOOOOOOO oh lmfao the buttons just scattering everywhere CHEKOV'S TABLE!!!!!!!! ok but for reals we know wardlows gonna win at double or nothin now cuz the stakes are too high

ricky starks vs jungle boy! these two guys are just alright. i do not hate them, or even mildly dislike them, but i also do not go nuts for them. pure neutral here im apparently missing out on some insane commentary work swerve why are you h-- oh no jungle boy... OH! its christian cage! is he going to be evil now. i keep hearing people wanting him to be evil more interpersonal conflict is developing... cage.......... HUG ok hes a good guy. thats cool im all for it

jas time! is eddie going to show up with a bandaged face. like a mummy. i want this "you wanna know what turns me on?" lmao "YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT GETS MY NIPPLES HARD" i continue to love and appreciate 2.0 jericho: look in your heart. you know it to be true. long island sucks oh dont adultery eddie's made-up wife jericho. thats no good OH!!!!!!!! ITS EDDIE'S WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES BCC ASSEMBLING LMFAO AOHFAOUHGH EDDIE'S HALLOWEEN FACEPAINT KILL!!! MURDER!!!!!!!!!! REGAL ATTACK!!! YAY!!!! BCC EDDIE SANTANA ORTIZ TEAM lmao @ eddie tearing up the podium in the background like an angry dog dude jericho's team is gonna get wrecked. unless jericho starts casting blizzaga theyre done for

toni storm vs hayter... :)c toni's outfit. very red exchanging punches... i actually dont know who to root for here! baker vs hayter is like, well, i hope this tears their group apart. but toni storm is cool and i think itd be neat to see her fight baker too. or whoever the jonker is. i think hayter is cool and i want to see her wrestle more tho. im invested :o well that answers that

omg sammy telling kazarian that scorpio is a bad guy and kazarian rejecting this advice...

LOSING MY MIND AT THESE PPV MATCH ANNOUNCEMENTS OHHHHH HOOKHAUSEN BUY-IN MATCH REAL ?? wow i got my real match faster than i thought id get it. then again nese is tagging with sterling so... hmmm i guess i better figure out how im going to buy the ppv sooner rather than later, esp if fite is crackin down on vpn stuff... i dont update my phone apps for storage reasons so i think im good on that front but i already had a little bit of a struggle buying revolution 2022 as is (had to do a roundabout thing of getting google play credit and using that)

what the why are you looking at my liveblog when youre in voice chat with me dont yell at me for being blazé about your mjf man. and i WAS paying attention despite it all!!! he is just too funny to ignore unfortunately

darby vs jeff hardy. theyre going to kill each other love jeff hardy's outfit here he looks like a piece of candy as much as i love shirtless men i feel like you really miss out on the accessorization opportunities. leaving that torso slot unequipped, man. i joked earlier about this match just being darby and jeff hardy pulling out taller and taller ladders to jump off of and here they just pull out the 100 ft ladder at the start staring at the chekov's chair setup just sitting over there. unharmed. not a wrestler on it oh no what the NO THAT LADDER IS TOO HIGH AND THAT IS NOT THE-- THATS THE GROUND ITS NOT EVEN PADDED. THOSE CHAIRS ARENT GONNA BREAK YOUR FALL ok yea just come down the other side thats fine OH NO DARBY NOT YOU TOO AGHGUGHGHGHHGHH insane. ough the ring apron is hard. not as hard as that ladder and chairs but oof SWANTON ON THE STEPS bruhh ;o; (crying emojis) OHHHHH JEFF HARDY WITH THE PIN!!! lmfao "you know how he [won?] in a no rules match, he did a wrestling move!"

very exciting matches for us on friday and also wednesday. didnt realize that double or nothing is so soon theyre gonna have to speedrun these trials for wardlow huh. gonna be good

#talkzon

[woniiwasp]

you may be wondering, wonii, wouldn’t komeji respect gen’s gender? and i think he would but also they don’t really talk all that much since the divorce. like they don’t hate each other a ton but they don’t really keep in contact. anyways here’s your court-mandated weekly theory list. below is largely copied from a post i made last night; i just finished amame’s somnium and ran around a couple of the dozen or so free moves.

yeah masked lady has an ai ball, probably the NB legend marco who i know nothing about, at this point. i was spoiled on her not having an eye via a meme. it’s fine. it’s why she was fucked up at hitomi’s because of electrical overload or whatever.

i’m doubling down on the videos being an AI ball attack vector because of this. i’m also doubling down on ryuki being an unreliable narrator and/or being trapped in a simulation. i think maybe the NI videos are a signal that the next part he experiences isn’t reliable, or maybe switch him from simulation to reality, but i don’t know

tama mentioned offhand that pewter didn’t code her, which raises the question who the hell did, because she seems to know marco. is there like, a mob doctor but for making AI balls.

does pewter have another ill-advised boyfriend he’s giving confidential data to

so we’ve basically filled out the character list for 6 years ago. i’m assuming we don’t meet anybody new in mizuki route as well. this really closes our circle of suspects. i don’t think he’d pull the exact same trick twice in a row, but right now all signs point to one of the dead people being the culprit via clone shit.

shoma disappearing from the ferris wheel is weird. i suspect the disappearance is something happening that trips his unreliable narration. maybe his memory is fucked? but then tama would point it out.......either way, i think the culprit, at that moment, was shoma, or at least taking his form. we know that horadori has his DNA.

i’ve very sold on clone theory BUT it’s really close to the first game solution-wise, which makes me hesitate. culprit taking on the appearance of a chain of people twice feels weird. but then again, this is the man who wrote zero escape. looking at you, [redacted] twist in two separate fucking games.

who the hell is quartz. is somebody here a secret fucking bodyguard. the list of people we haven’t seen lien meet but are still alive is pretty small. like it’s probably just masked lady, ugly detective man, and maybe shoma???? unless clone shit is happening again. of the three i think i would bet on ugly detective man but also i forget if quartz got she/her’d. maybe ugly detective man is just stealth trans. who knows. 

also what’s the rocket lore here is it just flavor text. i don’t think it is. especially since i think it was the night of komeji’s murder.

oh yeah also i’m really sold on gen being chikara/tokiko’s lovechild, but chikara tried to turn him into baby goku which fucked up his skull.

#aini spoilers #aitsf #ai nirvana initiative

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Just Peachy - George Weasley

Title: Just Peachy Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Pegging, male receiving oral, male fingering, slight fem!dom/sub!george, teasing, degradation. Seriously George takes it up the ass if you don’t like it don’t read it k thanks Summary: with the world wide web at his fingertips it’s only natural that George finds something new to try in the bedroom A/N: for the anon who wanted George getting pegged. Like I said in the warnings, George takes it up the ass so if that makes you uncomfy or you don’t like it don’t read! I’m also not tagging anyone as I don’t want to make anyone uncomfy or upset! Feedback is always welcome!

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Giving George a laptop and access to the internet turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. A curse because he quickly became obsessed with browsing the internet, and he spent most of his time scrolling away on reddit or with his headphones on, watching some random YouTube video. He could chatter on for hours about a thread he found on reddit or a meme he discovered when browsing on Instagram and once he discovered how to order things off of amazon it got even worse. At least once a day a package containing some random gismo or trinket arrived at the doorstep of their shared flat, and George would excitedly rip open the box and use whatever was inside for a few minutes before jumping back on his computer to order more useless crap.

But his newfound love of the internet was also a blessing. George had figured out how to connect his laptop to the tv in his and Y/N’s bedroom, and every night before falling asleep they would cuddle together in bed, watching some tv program or film on Netflix. Along with George’s obsession with shopping for useless gadgets, he’d started to pick things up for Y/N as well. It was never anything big, a box of her favorite chocolates, a candle he thought she’d enjoy the smell off, a new pair of fuzzy socks for her to wear around the flat in the winter. Just anything he saw that made him think of her.

George’s new love of the internet also did wonders for their sex life, something Y/N welcomed happily.

Along with the random cute presents George started ordering for Y/N, he also started ordering some sexy ones as well. Her wardrobe is now dripping in different sets of lingerie and her underwear drawer is filled to the brim with lace clad panties. Their sex toy collection has nearly doubled in size, with toys for them to use together or on their own being added to the mix. And thanks to George’s Pornhub premium subscription, they’ve tested out some new positions and kinks in the bedroom as well. Some were only a one time thing, others have become a permanent part of their intimate moments, but everything has been pleasurable, nonetheless. It’s made their relationship stronger and helped George ask for things he never thought he’d want, even those that may be a tad unconventional.

-

George clears his throat as he tugs Y/N closer to his side, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. He can tell she’s close to drifting off to sleep by the way her chest is moving with slow deep breaths and he knows he’ll never get the chance to ask the question that’s been burning on the tip of his tongue for weeks if he doesn’t do it now. “You ever heard of pegging?” he asks into the quiet of their bedroom.

“Like clothes pegs? The things you use to hang your washing up with?” Y/N mumbles sleepily into his chest.

George chuckles and he can feel some of his nerves easing away. “No, it’s like a sex thing.”

“Like putting clothes pegs on your nipples? Sounds kinda hot,” Y/N teases, turning so she can look up at George. “Though I imagine the splinters would be a nightmare to get out.”

“Not quite,” George responds, biting his lip. “It’s, um. This thing where. The girl wears this thing, a strapon, and um. Uses it to. Ya know, fuck the guy.” George’s cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and he looks up at the ceiling to avoid Y/N’s gaze.

“Oh,” she responds quietly, reaching up to cup one of George’s cheeks. She rubs the flushed skin with her thumb soothingly, waiting for him to relax into her touch before she continues. “Is that something you’re interested in? Something you want me to do to you?”

“I. Um. Uh. Yes, I think so. Only if you want to,” George babbles nervously, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

Y/N grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers before bringing it down so she can press a few kisses to the back of his hand. “Georgie, look at me.” When George finally looks back down at her Y/N smiles softly and squeezes his hand. “You never have to be embarrassed about this kinda stuff with me George. If you wanna try it, we’ll try it. Simple as that.”

George leans down to kiss Y/N briefly. “Just didn’t want you to think I was weird or something.”

“Of course I think you’re weird,” Y/N teases, kissing him again. “But there’s loads of other reasons for that, and none of them have to do with your sexual preferences. There’s no shame here, love. I’ll do some research and then we’ll get down into it, yeah?”

“You’re the best, you know that?” George compliments, settling back into the pillows.

Y/N hums as her eyes flutter closed, letting the sound of George’s heartbeat lull her to sleep. “Damn right.”

-

Over the next few days Y/N spends every ounce of free time she has browsing different forums and websites, trying to find out all she can to make sure the experience is as pleasurable for the both of them as possible. She watches far more porn than she ever thought she would, spends hours searching on various sex toy websites to find the perfect strapon and she does more research on lube than any person should ever do in their lives.

Y/N keeps everything a secret from George until the day they’d decided would be best to try for the first time. They choose a Friday, that way George will have time to recover from any soreness before he’s expected to be back at work and if they both find it enjoyable, possibly do it again.

While George is at work Y/N decides to grab the strapon from where she’d been hiding it in the back of the closet, so she can clean it off one last time and figure out how to properly strap it to her body, so she doesn’t have to fumble with it later. The harness she’d chosen has a part that settles into her slit, with ridges and bumps that’ll drag across her clit with every thrust. A shiver runs down her spine as the cool leather wraps around her skin and she tightens the straps, adjusting them so they fit tight on her hips and thighs.

“This is kinda hot,” Y/N mumbles as she stares down at the dildo resting at attention in between her thighs. It’s flesh colored and slightly curved, and it’s about 7 inches long and moderately thick. She wraps her hand around it, slowly moving her wrist as if she’s jacking off. “Fucking hell,” she groans as the ridges on the strap brush her clit, her hips jerking forward. Y/N wraps her hand around the base and grabs her phone off of the bathroom counter, snapping a picture to send to George.

Can’t wait to have you begging for my cock xx

George takes his phone out when he feels it vibrate in his pocket, figuring its Y/N sending him a sweet message. Ever since she taught him how to text a few months ago she’s started sending him little things throughout the day while they’re apart. Usually it’s a text to let him know she’s thinking about him or sometimes it’s a meme or a video she found that she figures he’d enjoy too.

So, when he opens his phone and is met with a picture of her hand wrapped around the dildo Y/N plans on fucking him with later his cheeks immediately turn bright red as he nearly drops his phone on the ground. His cock twitches in his trousers and he has to grip the counter in front of him and take a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down. That image is going to be imbedded in his brain for the rest of the day, and he has no idea how he’s supposed to make it through the next few hours knowing what’s waiting for him at home.

“You alright?” Fred asks as he comes out of the back, taking in George’s flushed appearance.

George hums and nods, locking his phone and shoving it back in his pocket. “Yep. Just peachy.”

Fred gives him a look but doesn’t say anything more, and George sighs in relief, deciding to go help some customers to keep his mind off of Y/N.

-

“God damn,” George pants as Y/N grinds down in his lap, his grip on her hips tightening and his head tilting back to give her more room to bite at his neck.

After dinner and some more talking about what the rest of their evening will look like, Y/N lead George to the bedroom to get started. They had stood in the middle of their bedroom for what felt like hours, just kissing softly as they gently undressed each other. Once they were both down to nothing, but their underwear George settled in the middle of their bed with his back against the headboard, while Y/N straddled his waist and started to grind down against him. Now a few minutes later, George is fully hard in his boxers while Y/N continues to grind on him, her lips attacking his neck and one of her hands tugging at his hair while the other pinches and rolls his nipples.

“Feel good?” Y/N teases, twisting the nipple in her hand. George lets out a loud moan and Y/N can feel George’s cock twitch against her. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she continues, kissing her way back up to George’s mouth. Y/N tugs on his hair as they kiss, just letting their mouths move together for a few moments. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, please,” George confirms with a nod. He can feel some nerves rumbling in his stomach still, but Y/N’s soothing voice and gentle hands have put him at ease. He hasn’t stopped thinking about this moment since he suggested pegging over a week ago, and the picture Y/N sent him has only  made him more excited. “Want you to fuck me, Y/N.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s spine at George’s words, and she kisses him briefly. “Patience, love. We gotta get you ready first. I’m gonna go get dressed. Want you to take your boxers off and lay back on the middle of the bed, yeah?” Y/N kisses George once more as he nods, before getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom attached to their room.

The strapon and lube are already waiting on the bathroom counter, and Y/N takes a deep breath as she shimmies out of her panties and grabs the strapon. She decides to keep her lacy black bralette on, as it’s one of George’s favorites and Y/N knows seeing her in it drives him wild. Y/N secures the strapon like she did this afternoon, groaning as the nubs rub against her clit. She’s already fairly turned on just from the grinding and she can’t imagine it’ll take much for her to cum once she’s fucking into George. She looks at herself one last time in the mirror before grabbing the bottle of lube and heading back into their bedroom. George is completely naked now, laying back on the bed with his head propped up by their pillows so he can watch Y/N’s every move.

“God you’re gorgeous,” George groans as Y/N comes back into the room, his eyes raking over her body. The leather straps wrapped around her skin make her thighs look even more divine, and his mouth waters as he takes notice of the dildo jutting out from between her thighs. “This is way hotter than I thought it would be.”

Y/N giggles as she settles on the bed between George’s legs, tossing the lube onto the bed next to him. “Yeah? You like my cock?” she teases as she hovers over George, attaching her lips to the base of his throat. She thrusts her hips against George slowly, letting the dildo drag against his cock.

George gasps as the dildo drags across his warm skin, a shiver running down his spine. “Shit that’s cold.”

“Sorry, baby,” Y/N apologizes as her lips start to trail down his chest towards his nipples. She lets her hot breath just barely breeze across one before she flicks at it with her tongue. George lets out a low moan, prompting her to give his other nipple the same treatment.

“It’s okay. Felt good,” George stutters out as Y/N takes one of his nipples into her mouth. He can feel the precum collecting on the tip of his cock dripping onto his stomach, and he thrusts his hips up, desperate for some friction.

“Gotta be patient, baby,” Y/N coos as she starts to kiss further down George’s body. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.” Y/N presses a kiss to the tip of George’s cock, pulling away when he groans and thrusts his hips up into her touch. “Don’t be naughty, George,” Y/N warns as she grabs the lube.

George licks his lips as he watches Y/N spread the lube on her fingers, his legs automatically opening a bit wider. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Better be,” Y/N responds as she tosses the lube aside again. She grabs the base of George’s cock with her clean hand, leaning down and sucking the tip between her lips as one of her fingers circles his entrance. She takes him down fully as she sinks the first finger into him, the noise he lets out going straight to her core.

“Oh,” George gasps as Y/N starts to bob her head on his cock, his brain focused on the way her finger feels as it moves inside of him. “Feels good,” George moans, grinding his hips down against her hand. “Feels different, but good.”

Y/N hums around George as she continues to suck his cock, the hand on the base of him twisting as she adds another finger alongside the first. She’d read many guides on the best way to prepare someone, and she moves slowly, wanting George to feel as good as possible.

Y/N works at opening up George for a few minutes, getting up to three fingers into him while her tongue teases the tip of his cock. His hips are rocking down against her hand feverishly, and little mewls are leaving his lips as his chest heaves with deep breathes.

“Fuck me please,” George begs as Y/N crooks her fingers inside of him, his hands fisting in the bed sheets. His whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he’s ready to move on to the next step.

Y/N pulls off of George’s cock and looks up at him, groaning at how beautiful he looks. His chest his flushed red and his hair is messy from his hands running through it. “Yeah, baby? You ready for me to ruin you with my cock?”

George chokes on a moan as Y/N pulls her fingers out of him, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly empty. “God yes, please. Need to feel you inside of me. Wanna be full of your cock, Y/N.”

“Such a desperate little cock slut and I haven’t even fucked you yet, baby,” Y/N teases as she lubes up the dildo. She lets out a quiet moan as she strokes it, the little nubs and ridges on the harness giving her some much needed relief on her aching pussy. “You remember the safe word, right baby?”

George nods, a whimper falling from his lips as Y/N presses the tip of the dildo against his entrance. “I remember, yes,” he confirms, taking in a few shaky breaths.

Y/N grabs one of George’s knees, pushing his leg to the side to give her more room. “You ready, baby? Ready for me to fuck you with my cock? Turn you into a little cock whore?”

“Please,” George begs. He’s rock hard against his stomach and he’s desperate for Y/N to finally sink into him. “Oh my fuck,” George moans as Y/N’s hips push forward slowly, not stopping until the dildo is in him completely and the leather straps are digging into the backs of his thighs.

Y/N rubs George’s hips soothingly, watching his face contort into some mixture of pleasure and pain. “You doing okay, Georgie? Talk to me baby.”

George slowly pushes his hips down against Y/N, a moan falling from his mouth at the sensation. It burns slightly, but in an amazing way, and George feels full in a way he never has before. “Feels so fucking good,” he whines, pushing his hips down against Y/N’s in a steady pace. “Need you to move, Y/N fuck. Please. So full of you, so full of your cock.”

“Fucks sake,” Y/N moans as she starts to move her hips, slowly pulling out of George before she fucks back into him. The noise George lets out as she starts to fuck him goes right to her core, and the feeling of the nubs rubbing against her clit prompts her to slam back into George harder. “You like the way I fuck you, Georgie? Like how my big cock stretches you out?”

“Merlin, yes,” George moans as Y/N starts to move faster one of his hands coming down to stroke his cock in time with her thrusts. “Love the way you fuck me, Y/N. Feels better than I ever thought it would.” George wraps one of his hands around his thigh, pulling his legs up to his chest. The new angle allows for Y/N to fuck into him deeper, and he lets out a long whine as the tip of the dildo finally brushes his sweet spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there Y/N please,” he begs, as he tips his head back against the pillows.

“Such a fucking slut, baby,” Y/N teases as she starts to fuck into George harder. The bumps and ridges on the harness brush against her clit roughly, and she can feel her wetness dripping down onto her thighs. George looks absolutely ethereal, and it does nothing but push her closer to her own orgasm. His chest is red and covered in a sheen of sweat and the noises falling from his mouth are going right to her core.

George groans as the tip of the dildo brushes his sweet spot with every one of Y/N’s thrusts, and he releases his cock so he can grab his other thigh and bring his leg up to his chest, allowing Y/N to somehow fuck into him even deeper. “Only for you, Y/N. Love being your cock slut.”

“That’s right, baby. My little slut.” Y/N can feel her orgasm approaching, and she wraps her hand around George’s cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts, her thumb rubbing over the tip and spreading his precum down the shaft to make her hand slide easier. “Fuck, George. ‘M gonna cum. Come on, baby. Be a good little cock slut and cum on my cock.”

Y/N’s hand on his cock pushes George over the edge, and he can feel his walls clench around the dildo as he cums, pleasure rolling through his body. Her name leaves his mouth in a loud shout as he shoots his seed all over Y/N’s hand and his own stomach.

“Fuck, George,” Y/N moans as her own orgasm washes over her, the rhythm of her hips stuttering as the pleasure rockets through her body. She releases George’s cock as soon as it stops twitching, letting her hips slow to a gentle roll before pulling out of George completely.

George releases his legs and lets them fall back against the bed, inhaling slowly as he tries to catch his breath. “Fucking Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

Y/N giggles as she crawls up George’s body, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Glad you liked it, because it was so fucking hot, George. Like so unbelievably hot.” She kisses George again, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “I’ll be right back, yeah? Gonna grab something to clean you up.”

Y/N comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later back in the panties she’d taken off earlier, with a washcloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She hands George the water with a smile as she settles between his thighs.

“Thanks, love,” George murmurs before taking a sip, nearly chocking as Y/N runs the warm washcloth along his bum. “Could have given a guy some warning,” he teases through his coughing fit.

“Sorry, love,” Y/N giggles as she wipes up his stomach. Once George is clean Y/N tosses the washcloth on the floor for them to deal with later, before crawling back up the bed. “So, feel good?”

George places the empty glass on his bedside table before pulling Y/N into a deep kiss. “My arse is a little sore but other than that yes, incredible.”

“I’ve got some salve you can use tomorrow if you want. Figured it might come in handy.” Y/N pulls back the covers so she and George can get into bed, letting him pull her onto his chest. “I love you, George.”

George chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for not thinking I’m a weirdo.”

“I told you,” Y/N muses with a laugh as George grabs his wand, giving it a flick so the lights in their room turn off. “I absolutely think you’re a weirdo, a weirdo who looks super fucking hot cumming on my cock.”

#George weasley #George Weasley smut #gw #golden

[urfutureuwu]

Ultra Violence —

“[…] I learned the guy I’m after is thorough, methodical, and smart enough to cover his tracks.” “And he probably does all the goofy stuff so nobody takes him seriously as a threat.” “Exactly. He wears a mask to hide his face, but the performance is the real disguise.” Aiden and Jackson Pearce, WD: Legion: Bloodline Campaign

Where do I begin with this rant, let’s start at the beginning, I guess?

Wrench is weird, we all know that by now, if you’ve somehow missed this, I’m sorry dude. He’s weird. He memes during serious situations. His favorite show is a goat version of My Little Pony. (When asked about this, he says that goats have ‘horns’ and he’s ‘horny. get it?’) He has a weird relationship with technology, to the point where he anthropomorphizes it. He masturbates in front of his laptop camera, daring someone to hack it. He’s zoophobic and will cry about dolphins being rapists. He tries to learn how to hack colonoscopy cameras just because. His robot designs are excessive to say the least, with too many spikes, faces, and an aesthetic that’s purely him, a mismash of punk rock and cyberpunk.

But he’s also incredibly dangerous, and always has been. Take this scene from the beginning of WD2 for example:

“He’s got a gun. Is that a problem?” “Problems are why you keep me around, right?” Josh Sauchak & Wrench, WD 2

He’s not only the inventor of a lot of the mechanisms DedSec uses, but he’s their problem solver, their very own soft version of a Fixer. He’s not out there killing people (not directly, but I refuse to believe he hasn’t indirectly.), but he is out there solving some of their more unique and violence-themed problems. More evidence of this is in one of Horatio’s files in the Hacker Space.

“The Wrench... Man... What to say about this guy? Some freaky shit going on right there. I'd like to say he's actually a sensitive, charming guy beneath the harsh exterior, but I'm pretty sure he's a "fucked up motherfucker" all the way through. I don't even know who first recruited him, he just started showing up at local hackerspaces and building his "tools of destruction". At first, I thought he was trying too hard... Like he was an FBI plant or something... But no agent's going to pull the kind of suicidal stunts this guy does. I think the truth is... Wrench doesn't care if he dies, but he's not going quietly. Even so... I'm glad we've got the Wrench on our side. One of the group's biggest problems is a lack of GSD... Gettin' Shit Done. The Wrench is pure GSD and he brings his own sledgehammer. He's not some dumb thug, either... I've seen some of his code - he's legit. Probably why he's interested in DedSec and not some street gang. You know what, I take that back. He might actually belong to a street gang. Who knows. One thing I do know about Wrench... The man hates Blume. I mean HATES them. I can't get the "why" from him. It's obvious he wears the mask to avoid the facial recognition, but what's he hiding FROM? He's not saying.”

Horatio doesn’t know where he came from, what his name is, or what his deal is, just that he’s useful. He’s aggressive and believes in their cause. As the Ubisoft description of him says: 

Dedsec follows a charge, and this guy charges full-steam ahead. They jokingly call him “The Wrench” because he’s the wrench you throw into somebody’s gears to grind them to a halt. It’s easy to get swept up with him in an operation that’s out of control and while you’re scrambling to make things work, he’s having the time of his life. He shows up for the tough operations and is willing to go the extra mile where the others might hesitate. He’s on the front lines kicking police. He might actually be the arsonist on the news that the cops haven’t caught yet. If the media wanted to sell a reason to fear DedSec, he’d be a great reason.

He’s fucking violent as shit. He’s an arsonist. He is a very good reason not to like DedSec, or any cause he believes in. He’s a self-proclaimed anarchist. He excels at breaking anything in his way. Code, the law, the system, assholes, anything and everything, he’s willing to break down if it gets between him and his goal, usually with a fucking sledgehammer. 

Furthermore, the FBI has extensive files on him. He’s been on their radar for apparently a while, so much so that they’ve dedicated time and resources to find out even where in the States he’s from.

“The subject is remarkable in that he wears a mask at all times. The mask prevents our facial recognition software from determining his identity. We have also run several vocal passes, the results are indeterminate to his region and upbringing.” FBI File Audio Log 1, Watch_Dogs 2

They’ve been aware of this little shit since before he joined DedSec and now that he has a cause and focus? They’re more afraid of him than they had been before.

“Previous to his DedSec involvement, the subject known as Wrench mostly pursued cyber-attacks of dubious humanistic value. Changing website text to verbiage, often using bathroom humor. This sort of adolescent acting-out has transformed as he has become more deeply involved in DedSec. He now operates within a team, generally pursuing either corporate or political targets. The subject is considered dangerous.“ FBI File Audio Log 2, Watch_Dogs 2

Wrench is easily one of the most volatile characters in the game. He’s no Aiden Pearce or Jordi Chin, but that’s only because he hasn’t been directed into the Fixer lifestyle yet, and even without that, he’s still a fucking terror. He takes a grenade launchers to missions, he swings his sledgehammer around like it’s nothing, he can make explosives out or scraps he finds in a garage. He’s knowledgeable about robotics, hacking, explosives and god knows what other kinds of bullshit.

And this isn’t even touching what he does in his later years, after he ‘un-retires.’ He bombs a fucking private military installation. People fucking die. And you know why he does it? To get back at a business partner that crossed him. He claims to save people from the dude’s greed, but it’s revenge when you get down to it, and the only fucking reason he doesn’t kill the guy is because Jackson and Aiden remind him that he’s better than that. (Hint: He’s not. But he’ll pretend if it makes them feel better.)

Wrench plays a lot of games. He’s jovial and friendly. He makes jokes and looks pathetic at times, but he’s still a dangerous man, as evidenced by the fact that he lies to & double crosses Aiden fucking Pearce (someone you do not want to piss off) and does it so eloquently and smoothly that you don’t even realize what he’s done until it’s too late.

I guess what I’m getting at is this: Wrench baby talks machines, he has a pinup of a goat-girl in his safehouse, he betrays and lies to the face of the famous hacker/fixer/murderer Aiden Pearce, he hits on Jordi Chin despite the fact that Jordi threatens to have him murdered (& Jordi can) and yeah, he’s a bit pathetic looking, but he’s dangerous and fearless. He knows how to use his weaknesses against people. He knows how to make people uncomfortable enough to be off guard with a few comments. He’s manipulative and hot headed and really not the kind of person you want to cross.

Oh, and he beat the shit out of Aiden Pearce in a fight and nearly (accidentally) killed him with a fucking stun grenade.

He’s not someone you want to fuck with.

#PERSONAL BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST #wrench ━ headcanons #oooh a rant :3 now for bed #word count without quotes: 758

[spaceskam]

and as our lives change

Summary: Alex’s dad sold his childhood home without telling him, so Michael decides to do something about it.

Tags: sexual content (literally just the first scene), emotional hurt/comfort, friends with benefits, lack of communication

ao3

Michael watched as Alex’s head fell back, his jaw dropping as he caught his breath.

He swallowed hard, his eyes scanning over Alex’s body where it was perched on top of his in a way that felt like a renaissance painting. He was stunning. And Michael really, really didn’t know what to do about that realization. Or, he didn’t know what to do about the constant revelations he was having when it came to Alex.

Michael was straight and frustrated when this whole thing began. A weird string of events, mostly him whining and Alex being Alex, led to him getting a handjob from Alex on the couch in the apartment he shared with Max. There was no kissing or any kind of romantic shit afterward or during or before. Alex just politely went and washed his hands with a ‘will you be able to focus now?’ and they got back to their work. Michael was absolutely not able to focus.

The first time he was able to convince himself that it was just a thing between bros. No feelings, nothing weird, it was just clinical and casual. But Michael couldn’t sleep and he couldn’t stop having an entire crisis over it.

And yet, the next time he was alone with Alex in the apartment, he found himself with his hand between Alex’s thighs.

It kept happening and escalating. They didn’t talk about it or make rules or establish boundaries‒which was an admittedly bad thing‒but they seemed to both understand that they didn’t kiss, they didn’t do anything that could be perceived as romantic, and they didn’t acknowledge it. It did leave Michael to have his bisexual awakening through a series of borderline panic attacks followed by getting Alex to do whatever to clear his mind. He didn’t know if Alex knew exactly what he was clearing, but it didn’t matter.

Michael was 99.9% sure he wasn’t straight now and 87% sure he wasn’t just gay. Sometimes Alex would do something like stick his fingers inside him and order him to continue reciting his presentation without mistakes and he would consider the idea that maybe he actually was gay and the reason it didn’t feel like this with every girl he’d been with was because he was gay. But then he remembered that it didn’t feel like this with every girl he’d been with because he usually barely knew them.

He knew Alex.

He liked Alex.

It was just… a little confusing on what kind of like. Alex was his best friend and he didn’t want to screw that up. He was sure that if they just kept it like this, then they wouldn’t change anything and they could continue to just be best friends. But then he would find himself staring at Alex when there were other people around and it would make him question if things were actually still normal at all.

“Fuck, you’re getting better at that,” Alex said, pulling off of Michael with an objectively disgusting and yet still horribly enticing sound.

“Honestly, I feel like you did all the work,” Michael said. Alex huffed a laugh and cautiously got off the bed. Standing up, Alex looked even more like a work of art.

“Yeah, but the first few times I still did all the work and you were still lacking.”

“Hey!”

“Just being honest.”

Michael licked his lips and watched as Alex walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open as he found a rag with practiced ease. His back was muscular and still a bit flexed and Michael’s eyes followed it all the way down to his ass that was, admittedly, quite a mess and still just. There. For Michael to see. And to think he thought he was straight for so long.

They didn’t talk about things like that. Michael knew that was objectively bad, but it felt good. He liked Alex just taking over and doing what he wanted to him. It was just. A little confusing. Because they weren’t dating and this was something that very clearly had a time limit. Things would have to change eventually, just he didn’t know in what direction he wanted them to change in. Or what he was allowed to have them change in.

So he kept his eyes on Alex and watched as he cleaned himself off. When he looked over his shoulder, he caught Michael’s eye and grinned.

“I’m beginning to think you’ve got a staring problem,” Alex said, but then he had the audacity to stretch up. He brought himself to his toes and reached for the ceiling and let out a little moan as his shoulder popped. Michael’s head felt empty.

Alex washed the rag out and then came back to the bed, tossing it onto his stomach before he went to go find his clothes. Michael seemingly had to reboot his brain and couldn’t get himself to clean up until after Alex put his briefs back on.

Yes, things were weird and he didn’t quite understand how he got to this point, but he didn’t really want it to stop either. He wanted Alex to keep doing shit like this and smiling at him and maybe even kissing him if, you know, he felt like it. Michael would be lying if he didn’t think about kissing him more than he thought about sleeping with him.

“Okay, I hate to fuck and kick you out, but I’ve got plans,” Alex said once Michael was done and slowly trying to find his own clothes. That was enough to get Michael’s full attention.

“Plans? It’s already nighttime,” Michael pointed out. Alex just gave that little grin of his and shook his head.

“Sweet little innocent Michael.”

“I don’t think any of the shit we do qualifies as innocent,” Michael shot back. Alex smiled wider.

Michael wasn’t jealous. He didn’t even know what Alex was doing, how could he be jealous of something he didn’t even know anything about? He wasn’t. He just very much did not enjoy the idea of Alex going out with someone else after the sun had gone down. Not for any selfish reason, but for the fact that nothing good happened after the sun went down and he told Alex as much.

“What are you, my grandma?” Alex laughed. He double-checked that Michael had his jeans and boxers on before opening the door which was the real sign that this was actually over for the night.

Ianto, Alex’s kitten‒that technically wasn’t a kitten anymore but Michael would never stop calling him that‒strolled in like she owned the place. Michael grinned as he immediately came to rub against his leg. He didn’t have to look up to know Alex was rolling his eyes.

“Hi, baby,” Michael cooed, reaching down to scratch his head, “Your dad is kicking me out to do secret things.”

“Shut up,” Alex laughed, “I’m not kicking you out. If you wanna stay, you can, but I won’t be here.”

“What are you doing that’s so late, though?” Michael asked, looking up to him. Alex sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head.

“I’m just meeting someone,” Alex said. Something twisted in Michael’s gut as he stared at him. Someone.

“Like… a date?” Michael asked. Alex took a deep breath and Michael knew that it was true. He was seeing someone.

Which. Was fine. Michael just thought he had more time. More time to understand what the fuck he was feeling, more time to get good at it, more time for whatever. That was. Okay.

“I mean… Not quite. Just, you know, someone,” Alex said, shrugging and looking away.

The way he spoke about it was almost worse than if he just said that he was trying to date people. Before they started this whole thing, Alex had always been honest about who he was seeing. Michael had a ton of memories and texts of Alex telling him about guys he’d been with. They were friends. But things had changed.

“Okay,” Michael said, standing up and quickly putting on his shirt and grabbing his phone, “Then I’ll leave.”

“Well, don’t be mad,” Alex said. Michael closed his eyes for a moment and then set back into motion to look for his shoes.

“I’m not mad. I just don’t wanna hold you up,” Michael said. Since I clearly couldn’t satisfy you, he didn’t say.

He tried not to let his ego be too bruised. It happened. Alex was the first and only guy Michael had been with. Of course he would want someone more experienced.

“Michael,” Alex said, grabbing his arm. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked a bit lost. “Do you wanna talk about this or something?”

“No,” Michael said simply. They didn’t talk about this. Talking about it now would make it weird.

He pulled out of Alex’s grasp and put his shoes on, giving Ianto a couple more pets before he headed for the door. Alex didn’t try to stop him and that was telling enough. Tomorrow, maybe, Michael would text him or talk to him and they’d go on as normal. It made him feel a little weird, though, thinking about Alex sleeping with other people and not telling him about it. Wasn’t that, like, a rule of casual relationships? You let people know? Was he getting tested?

It didn’t matter. They were friends. This was fine.

-

Michael waited a whole three days without texting Alex first.

He couldn’t say why exactly he was choosing to be pouty and just choosing to let Alex be the one to reach out, but he was and he wasn’t really having much of an internal fight about whether he should reach out or not. He was going to let Alex do that, even if he missed him, because he didn’t want to seem clingy. Well, that and he was a little bit irritated, but he could focus on the not wanting to be clingy thing and feel better about himself afterward.

It was probably normal to get weirdly attached to the first guy you sleep with whether there were romantic feelings or not. He didn’t want to be attached to Alex, at least not like that. He wanted to be friends with him. Friends who slept together sometimes.

Michael just wasn’t sure if he could keep that up much longer.

And yet, when it hit the three day mark, he was tossing and turning and bed and craving Alex in some capacity. They didn’t even have to hook up, he just needed his friend. They could watch movies or do homework or literally anything and they didn’t have to talk. They had never gone this long without at least a meme or two sent between them. Weirdness from the other day aside, this was particularly annoying.

Michael pulled out his phone and let his thumb hover over Alex’s contact. He just had to hit it and ask if Alex wanted to come over. He could do that. Easy. Just hit it.

“What are you doing?” Max asked, breaking Michael’s mental discussion. For the first time, he was a little bit thankful that Max had basically no boundaries when it came to Michael’s personal life. At least it provided a distraction.

“Thinking about inviting Alex over, if that’s okay,” Michael said, tossing his phone onto the couch as he stood up. He needed a break from looking at it anyway. Max nodded his head, looking through the contents of the refrigerator.

“Sure, if he wants to after everything,” Max said. Michael’s eyebrows tugged together.

“What do you mean, after everything?” he wondered, standing up a little bit straighter. Instantly, his brain started filling with thoughts of what could’ve happened, all of which were probably over the top and wrong because if it was something dire like Alex getting hurt, there was no way Max would know before him.

It didn’t stop his mind from racing.

“He didn’t tell you?” Max asked. Michael shook his head and Max shrugged, taking his sweet damn time. “Oh, well, Liz said that his dad apparently sold the house he grew up in back in Roswell without telling him. Got rid of all of his and his brother’s shit without telling them and it’s apparently sold. I don’t know, if I were him, I’d be upset.”

Michael started at the back of his head, momentarily unmoving. His first thought was if he threw out Alex’s mom’s things too or if he kept it. He thought about the closet door that had his height marked alongside his brothers that the four of them secretly kept up after their mom left. He thought about the things Alex always said he was going to go back and get whenever he got his own place in the future, the quiet little admissions Alex only made whenever he was either drunk or one of them did something particularly mindblowing in bed that left them both a little hazy afterward.

Without replying to Max, Michael grabbed his phone and went to go find his shoes. Finally, without hesitation, he called Alex and held the phone to his ear as he fumbled to slide on his shoes. It rang and rang and rang and Michael was pretty sure he wasn’t going to answer, but he still grabbed his keys and went out the door.

Right before it went to voicemail, Alex answered.

“Hello?” he said. His voice was a little flat but otherwise didn’t give anything away about how he was feeling.

“Hey, how are you?” Michael wondered, stepping into his truck and pulling the door closed. He started it up and quickly put on his seatbelt.

“Fine,” Alex said. It didn’t count as an actual response because it was Alex and ‘fine’ didn’t actually mean anything. He’d said he was fine while having a panic attack in the library while trying to write an essay on some dumb book that touched on one too many heavy topics for the both of them.

“Okay, are you at your apartment? Is your roommate there?” Michael asked, backing up probably a little too fast but who cares. He didn’t hit anyone.

“I’m here, but Chris isn’t. Why?” Alex said, skepticism still lingering in his voice.

“I heard about your house,” Michael said. Alex stayed quiet. “Look, have the new people started moving in yet?”

“No,” Alex said softly, “Flint said they close tomorrow at two.”

“Okay. Next question, how do you feel about trespassing?”

-

Michael could feel Alex’s eyes on him as he moved about his kitchen, throwing shit together to make him something better than plain packaged ramen. He was blowing time, waiting for the sun to fall.

“We don’t actually have to,” Alex said. He was in a sweater and sweatpants and his hair was all tousled. Michael could only look at him for a few seconds at a time or he’d lose his mind over how cute he was. So, so not straight. “It’s over an hour away and illegal and we don’t have to.”

“If they haven’t sold it yet, I don’t think it’s illegal and I’m not going to google it because it’s much better if I just say it very convincingly,” Michael insisted, taking a spice bottle out of the cabinet that had the label removed and sniffing it. He coughed a few times, but it smelled like it was probably garlic powder so he threw it into the saucepan.

Ianto was rubbing against Michael’s legs, meowing away at the serious offense that he was taking due to Michael not giving him his full attention. He kept lifting his foot to stroke his back, but that was only so satisfying to a bratty little kitten.

When Michael looked at Alex, he looked like he was about to cry. His eyebrows were drawn together and his eyes were all glassy and he was all but pouting. Michael quickly moved the saucepan to another burner before turning around completely and reaching over the sink to get to Alex’s face since he was sitting at the counter. He held his face between both hands and looked him very seriously in the eye, something he’d do all the time when they were just friends before they made it weird between them.

“Hey, don’t cry, we’re going to see if there’s anything left,” Michael said, squishing his cheeks just a little bit. Alex huffed a laugh and pushed him off carefully.

“I’m not gonna cry and I’m sure as hell not gonna cry over that. My dad’s an asshole, but I should’ve expected him to do something like this,” Alex said. Michael pinched and prodded his cheeks for an extra second for emphasis until he got Alex to smile as he twisted out of his grasp. “Michael.”

“Stop looking so sad then,” Michael said, going back to cooking.

They haven’t mentioned the other day. Michael had no plans to be the one to bring it up.

“I’m fine,” Alex said, “I just hate him.”

“I’ll beat him up for you,” Michael offered before lifting the spoon to his lips. It tasted good enough.

Michael filled a bowl with slightly under-cooked noodles because Alex was fucking weird and spooned his makeshift sauce onto it. He stuck a fork into it and turned around to present it to Alex, giving him a smile. Alex was already giving him that look, the really sweet one he really only gave him out of nowhere and Michael had yet to really pinpoint what caused it.

Still, he liked being looked at like that.

“Thank you,” Alex said, accepting the plate, “You’re a good friend.”

Friend.

“No problem.”

-

Michael had only been to Alex’s childhood home twice and he had never been inside.

Both times were during their freshman year, while Alex was living in a dorm still and needed to go home every once in a while to get clothes or whatever. Michael had driven him and gotten to know him super well in those long car rides together and had also gotten very used to comfortable silences with him.

Now, Alex sat in the passenger seat and had his head against the window. His eyes were closed and he was so very clearly sad. Michael hated seeing him that way. He didn’t know how to fix it. Especially since this situation wasn’t something he could really fix.

“So,” Michael said, trying to lighten the mood, “How was your date?”

Alex was quiet for a moment before he huffed and tilted his head in Michael’s direction. Michael kept his eyes forward after that.

“Seriously?” Alex asked. Michael shrugged. “Now you wanna talk about it?”

“I’m not trying to have a formal talk, just making conversation. You used to tell me about your dates all the time,” Michael said. Before we started hooking up, he didn’t say.

Alex didn’t say anything for a small stretch of time before he eventually said, “It wasn’t a date, I was going to meet up with Kyle but I knew you’d freak out if we were speaking again, so I didn’t say anything.”

Michael felt a rush of emotions at that, blinking a few times as he processed it.

“As in… Valenti?”

“Yeah,” Alex confirmed. Michael couldn’t help the look of disgust that found his face. “Exactly why I didn’t tell you.”

“Nah, it’s fine, whatever, I’m not your boss,” Michael said, trying to seem like he didn’t care. There was no reason to care. Alex wasn’t his property.

“Right.”

“I was just asking.”

“And even if it was a date, it’s none of your business,” Alex said, though it had admittedly less of a bite than it sounded like he intended. 

“Absolutely not.”

“Just because we’re, like, hook‒”

“Do I turn left or right up here?” Michael asked, cutting him off. He didn’t want to talk about this. They didn’t talk about it. That would fuck everything up, that would force Michael to think too hard about something he probably already thought too hard about and he just simply wasn’t interested.

Alex took a deep breath and grumbled a ‘right’.

So Michael took a right.

He drove through the middle-class neighborhood, full of white people who had pools in their backyards and fences and an HOA that would probably make Michael cringe if he looked at the rules. Without much thought, he pulled into the little park that was in the middle of the neighborhood and parked his truck. Alex looked at him with a bit of skepticism.

“If I park in the driveway, it’s gonna be kinda obvious that someone is there,” Michael pointed out.

“Okay,” Alex agreed, stepping out of the truck.

The two of them walked side-by-side in the dark, only lit by streetlights. It was entirely possible there was some kind of neighborhood watch or maybe kids coming home from a date or people taking a late-night run, someone that would see them, but Michael didn’t see anything and decided to just act normal.

“It’s up here,” Alex said, voice soft. Whether that was because of the time of night or because of the fact he was seeing his house again, Michael wasn’t sure.

“Do you have a key still?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if it’ll work.”

“Can’t hurt to try. Besides, if they haven’t officially closed on it yet, there’s probably a key under a mat somewhere or something,” Michael said. Alex nodded.

As they got closer, Alex didn’t say a single word. They went around back through the unlocked gate and he pulled out his keys, hands shaking a bit as he went to try it. Michael put his hand on the small of his back as a silent way to show his support.

The key fit in and turned with ease.

Alex let out a soft breath as he pushed the door open, blinking as he stared inside. Michael watched his face and waited for him to make the first move. This was for Alex. Michael very specifically chose not to think about why he was willing to go so far for Alex, possibly break the law.

Alex swallowed hard and took a step inside. Michael followed suit.

He stayed quiet as Alex navigated the empty house. There were no pictures or anything furniture left, just a dishwasher and an over and an empty space where a refrigerator was meant to go. Alex dragged his fingers over the countertop and slowly walked into the living area. That was even more empty, the space looking small without anything to fill it.

“The couch that was here had, like, three bloodstains from Clay because he had nosebleeds a lot,” Alex said, gesturing to the area it once was, “I think one of the stains might’ve been mine.”

“We can make new stains,” Michael offered. Alex physically cringed, his nose scrunching up, and laughed softly.

“You’re so fucking gross,” Alex said despite the sweetness of his tone.

“I meant innocent stains, like nosebleeds,” Michael insisted, raising his hands up. Alex rolled his eyes as a smile found his face, holding out his hand.

“Come on, let me show you upstairs.”

Michael accepted his hand and let him lead the way.

The stairs were simple and the hallway was small, jutting out in two different directions from the top of the staircase. It was all only lit by the moon and street lights shining through the window at the end of the hall. Alex tugged on his hand, pulling him to the left that led to two doors. He opened one without hesitation, tugging Michael inside.

The walls were painted an off-white color and the carpet was beige, perfectly standard. Nothing stood out except for the way Alex was holding his breath. Michael squeezed his hand and stepped closer.

“This was your room?” Michael asked. Alex swallowed and nodded, looking in Michael’s direction. Alex looked over his face before they locked eyes, taking a moment to just stare. He looked pretty like this. “Tell me what it looked like.”

“Okay, so,” Alex whispered, still not letting go of his hand as he took him to the far corner, “This is where my desk was. I wrote all my cringey poetry there. Had my first kiss while sitting there.”

“You did? That’s so cute,” Michael cooed, imagining a flustered, teenage Alex after getting his first kiss against his desk.

He knew Alex was actually upset when he didn’t shove him or tell him to shut up. Instead, he just pulled him to another space.

“My dresser was here. I hid shit in my folded pants to try to keep them from my dad,” Alex said, then tugged him a little further, “And my bed was here.”

“Did you do anything fun in that bed?” Michael teased. Alex didn’t bother laughing as he sat on the ground, laying down where his bed would’ve been. Michael laid beside him. “Are you okay?”

“I never wanted to come back here,” Alex whispered. Michael held his breath. “I hate my dad. I hate this place. But… he couldn’t even let me have even the shit I did want. Like, I have my mom’s guitar and, and stuff I use, but the dumb stuff.”

“I get it,” Michael said. And he did, kind of, one some level. Bouncing around and living in  group homes didn’t really present the best opportunity to accumulate dumb stuff, but he cherished the shit he did have.

Alex rolled onto his side and stared at him. Michael stared back. It was completely not the time for it, but Michael wanted to kiss him. Just once, really quick. Just to see what it felt like.

The room was silent as Alex reached across to him, touching his shoulder gently and gliding his fingertips across his neck. Michael watched him closely and waited to see what he was going to do. He didn’t move as Alex touched his jaw or his hair, didn’t flinch when he traced over his ear and his nose, didn’t breathe when he touched his lips.

“Thank you for coming here with me,” Alex whispered, “ I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. What are friends for?” Michael responded. Alex’s eyes flickered between meeting his gaze and going down to another part of his face, wasting a few seconds before he parted his lips to speak again.

“That’s what we are? Just friends?” Alex clarified, “Even after‒”

“When did you want to head back?” Michael asked, really not wanting to ruin the mood by thinking about things. About specifics. About himself.

But unlike every other time he deflected, Alex snatched his hand away from him like he’d been burned. He’d physically moved back a bit and hurt was openly displayed on his face in a way he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen. Micheal was a little speechless.

“Why do you always do that?” Alex asked quietly, “Why do you never want to talk about it? Are you that ashamed of what we do? If you are, I don’t think I can do this anymore. It doesn’t feel good.”

“What? No, Alex, I’m not ashamed,” Michael insisted. And he wasn’t. Overwhelmed was a much better word. “It-It’s just new and I don’t know how to really process what I’m feeling and I don’t want to push it.”

“That’s when you’re supposed to talk. Talking keeps people on the same page and makes things easier. So talk to me. Tell me what you want, tell me boundaries, tell me something. Fucking talk to me,” Alex snapped. Michael blinked, eyes wide as he looked at him.

And for the first time probably ever, his mind went blank.

Every thought and idea he’d ever had regarding Alex Manes went flying out of his mind. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted or any boundaries or literally anything. All he could do was stare. Even as Alex visibly got upset, even as Alex sat up and put his hands behind his head and effectively shielded Michael from seeing his face.

“I’m sorry,” Michael said, the only thing that could come to his mind, and debatably the wrong thing.

Alex gripped his hair in his hands tighter.

“You don’t have to like me like that. I don’t care either way. But you not telling me what you want is going to drive me insane. If you just want to be friends or if you just want to keep hooking up, that’s fine, but fucking talk to me!”

Michael opened his mouth to find something to say, literally anything, but instead, he heard a noise.

“What was that?” he whispered. Alex furrowed his eyebrows as he lifted his head. Another sound came, like a door opening.

“Oh, I can’t believe leaving it unlocked worked!” a voice said from downstairs, the emptiness of the house carrying it to their ears. Michael and Alex shared equally panicked looks.

“Well, it is our house,” the other voice said.

“Closet,” Alex hissed and they both quickly and quietly scrambled into the closet, closing the door behind them.

It was small and definitely not a walk-in, but they were able to press on opposite sides of the tiny space and not have to worry about touching. They both stayed as silent as possible, listening to the couple downstairs. Thank fuck he didn’t park his truck in the driveway.

But then the couple wasn’t downstairs, they were running upstairs and laughing and going to the other rooms across the hall. It would’ve been cute and charming if Michael wasn’t scared he was about to get caught and arrested for trespassing. But, considering they didn’t technically own it yet, didn’t they technically count as trespassing as well?

It was hard to really see Alex because of the dark, but, if he focused, he could sort of see his silhouette. He was probably still angry at Michael. Maybe he deserved it. Seriously, how ironic was it that they were stuck in a closet? Maybe they really should talk.

However, that only held his focus for so long when the door to Alex’s bedroom opened. Michael held his breath, listening and hoping they didn’t open the closet door.

“We’re gonna put the crib here,” the woman said as she stepped into Alex’s room, “And we’re going to paint the walls something more fun than this. Like, a purple, maybe.”

Michael kept his eyes locked on Alex’s body in the dark, trying to gauge the body language he couldn’t fucking see. He tentatively reached out, but he only felt air as if Alex had pressed himself so far into the opposite wall that he was trying to become a part of it.

“It’s gonna be perfect,” the man said, a rustle of clothing following his voice, “Our own house, our own little family.”

The woman laughed and the sound of kissing filled the room, loud and happy.

“New, happy memories. Especially once the baby comes,” she said, her voice warm and content. They kissed more, laughing and touching, and, god, this was too much of an invasion of privacy.

But all Michael could think of was Alex.

It probably wasn’t the best thing to be listening to how happy these strangers would be in the house that you found so miserable. A happy, young family, no less. Even Michael felt kind of cynical and jealous about it, though he often did when he saw loving parents.

Michael carefully pushed off the wall and took a silent step forward, hoping not to make any noise as the couple kissed and distracted themselves. He touched Alex’s waist and patted his way up to his face. Alex’s lips were folded in and his cheeks were wet, his breathing dangerously controlled. It was more than a little heartbreaking.

He took a step closer, wrapping his arms around Alex as quietly and slowly as possible so Alex could do something if he didn’t want him to touch him. He’d understand if he didn’t. But Alex didn’t push him away, instead letting his face fall into the crook of Michael’s neck. Michael put his hand on the back of his head and kept his arm around him, keeping him safe. Alex’s fingers clutched his shirt.

And, at that moment, he realized that he never wanted to stop doing that. He really, sincerely, wished to stay right there forever.

“Okay, okay, we should go finish packing,” the woman said and Michael really wished they would go. He weaved his fingers into Alex’s hair and held him a little tighter. 

“One more kiss,” the man said. They laughed and shared another kiss or two before they eventually left the room.

Michael held onto Alex and they stayed silent until they heard the footsteps go down the stairs and out the door. It echoed through the empty house as it closed. Only then did Alex give a small sniffle and took a heavy breath, clutching Michael tighter.

“I’ve got you,” Michael whispered, closing his eyes as he held him, “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

They stayed there until Alex stopped crying, until he got his breathing under control, and Michael held him. He took the time to let his thoughts come to him, trying not to overthink anything and just let himself feel. What did he want? What kind of relationship with Alex did he want? What felt right?

And for once that answer came easy.

-

“I don’t want to be just friends.”

“Oh yeah? Took you that long to come to that conclusion?”

Michael rolled his eyes and scooted closer even though there wasn’t much space to eliminate. The drive back Alex’s apartment from his old house had been utterly silent, but Alex had stayed tucked into Michael’s side as if he was meant to be right there. All it did was confirm to him even more what he wanted.

They got into his apartment and Michael didn’t want to leave him alone. Alex, thankfully, didn’t want to be left alone. He was so clearly exhausted and they had pretty much immediately crawled into bed, laying as close as possible and fully clothed. Ianto, the brat he was, had happily decided to lay against his back which had Michael pinned between the cat and Alex.

Michael never wanted to leave.

“No, I’ve known that but that’s scary,” Michael said, shrugging, “And I wasn’t sure if it was just because of the sex or not.”

“Are you sure now?” Alex asked. His eyes were still a little puffy and Michael just adored him.

“I think so,” Michael said, “I know I never want to not be holding you when you’re sad.”

Alex huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes, but he nudged his nose into Michael’s.

“I want to talk,” Michael continued, “Which is… terrifying, but I want to. ‘Cause I was kinda mad when I thought you were sleeping with other people. I want to be the only person you’re sleeping with. So, I want to talk and I want to set boundaries. I want… I want to be gross and happy like that stupid couple that broke in.”

Alex smiled slightly, his fingers slipping beneath Michael’s shirt just to rest against his bare skin.

“Okay,” Alex said, “In the morning?”

“Obviously. You need cuddles and sleep right now,” Michael insisted. Alex rolled his eyes again, but he moved forward to lay his head on Michael’s chest. It was a little strange because they’d never actually cuddled like this before.

What the hell had he been wasting all this time for?

“And in the morning,” Michael added, wrapping his arms around Alex, “I’m going to kiss the shit out of you. Like it’s gonna be the best kiss you’ve ever had. I’m gonna blow you away. If you want, I mean.”

Alex laughed, a genuine laugh that Michael hadn’t heard in far too many days. That was a good thing.

“I want it. I can’t wait.”

Neither could Michael.

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THE EMPEROR OF MANKIND [AND A COUPLE OF THE PRIMARCHS] MEETING YOU, A PERSON FROM 2021

THE EMPEROR OF MANKIND

How? How did you even appear first of all? He doesn't know, which is weird. And suspicious. Because he pretty much knows most, if not, everything but the future. Even then, he still knows bits and pieces. So how in the warp-fuckery are you HERE?! HOW DID YOU GET PAST THE CUSTODES?!

So the fact that you're.. there is.. a surprise nonetheless. And he hates surprises. Congrats, you've surprised the Emperor. When they go his way of course. You? You don't really have a purpose for his plans. You're literally a creature from the past

A SUPER far past, you would've been higher up in his eyes right from the start if you were, say, from the Dark Age of Technology and knew some things. But you're not, you're an average person from.. 2021. A year that's not-so-fun. And also one he doesn't quite like because of the online cultures. Yes, the Emperor is.. I think Boomer is the word?? King Boomer wHEEZe

Of course, it's even more surprising when the first words that come out of you are "What in the chili-cheese fuck is this?" he's even more surprise. Right. He somehow forgot that literally everyone somehow went backwards verbally If only he knew what was to come And promptly stops the Custodes from McMurdering you, even a tiktok obsessed person from 2021 can be useful.

You, meanwhile, are just as [if not more] shocked of everything. First off, you were at home, probably goofing off and making a tiktok when.. well, you're here. In a room of gold, gold, and even more gold. So after saying your not-so-non-chalante statement, you quickly followed it up with asking if whoever owns the place is a gold fetishist. Because of course you don't have much of a filter in this era

This whole time, you didn't notice the tall man in armor yet, but that's also because you're still trying to get the spots out of your eyes cause DAMN that was bright

When you DO see the Emperor, you're confused cause one moment, he looks like.. some dude you'd see on the street. A well sculpted and buff dude with eyes that's clearly seen some shit and looks like he'd throw you off the empire state building, but still a dude. The next when you blink your eyes, you're looking at his legs. Armored legs. And you have to careen your head back to look up to his face that's a little too hard to see because of course it did

You're also SUPER overwhelmed and promptly begin an extraordinary freak out because where are you? This isn't a dream and the being in front of you is so.. Him. So indescribable that you can't grasp it in that moment

The Emperor of Mankind, being the epitome of patience and human care, gets you knocked out and put into a medical ward. Mostly to quarantine you, there's no telling if future people have the immune systems to prevent thousands of years of disease differences

Of course, you're A-Okay. The Emperor would argue that you are not okay mentally, but 30k and 40k share one thing in common: No one is mentally sane

KONRAD CURZE

You thought you'd meet Horus or Vulkan? Or literally any other primarch? PSYKE! You're literally just dismissed and Big Papa E wants to meet you. You, of course, refuse help. Can't be that hard to navigate, right? double wrong. Everything's in a weird form of english. It's so close to being english until it ain't. Even everyone else speaks it. It's awful, ain't it?

So of course, when you smell an awful stench [not that everything else had a sorta-weird smell. Soap is MUCH differently scented now-a-days] you're close to freaking out when a giant man literally drops from the ceiling in front of you

After freaking out again, and calling him a "pale batman and mayo smelling motherfucker" he's.. not really amused and you've no idea how close you are to becoming his next Hannibal-esque art project when he sort of grumbles a greeting and stalks off again.

Unbeknownst to you, he sort of was going to greet you.. more-or-less in a more civilized way but you sorta caught him offguard with your semi-gibberish words along with orders from the Emperor [and admittedly Horus and maybe his other brothers] to let you live. Undamaged.

HORUS LUPERCAL

You quickly figure out that it's the vibe of these people that's messing you up. The giant suits of armor ain't any sort of cool robot, but terrifyingly huge people with even more terrifying vibes. It's not like it's any help your first dose of what you call the Big Dude Vibe is from the Emperor.

Did that does of BDV help you withstand some of these people? Yeah. You're also still recovering from the semi-heart attack you got from that pale stranger with the greasiest sort of hair you've ever seen yet. On a face that looks very handsome if it wasn't in perma-snarl mode

So when you meet Horus? A lot better of a change. Dude actually bothers to crouch down and properly speak to you. The language difference is.. a lil messy, but you both get by good enough

At least you have some help in getting your bearings and find your way to the meeting room with the Emperor

In true you fashion, you think it's weird, dumb, and lowkey hilarious that humanity has an Emperor of Mankind with untold power and you, of course, joke about him being a god

Horus is, LUCKILY, kind enough to brusquely explain to you that religion is a big no-no. A BIIIIIG no-no. And what do you hear? Oh, you hear the jokes making themselves.

#warhammer 40k #emperor of mankind #headcanons #2lim3rz request #writing request #request #idk which one i made my tag o lawd #horus lupercal #konrad curze #might do a couple parts of this idk #2lim3rz chats to anonymous

[shadowandbonememes]

Shadow and Bone DnD AU

The Shadow and Bone cast, but as college students in a DnD group playing their own S&B characters. Alexander is the Dm, being a year or two older and having played for the longest and enables the actions pf the BBEG/NPCs. 

Little does he know the chaos he has invited upon itself...

Flashbang

Alex: Kirigan summons his shadows, forming the blade of Cut, intent on killing you where you stand for daring to touch his prize.

Kaz: I throw my alchemist’s fire.

Alex: The shadows count as obscurance, so you’ll have to roll with disadvantage.

Kaz: No, no. I throw it on the ground in front of me.

Alex: You... what???

Kaz: I take my vial of alchemist’s fire and smash it on the ground like a flashbang grenade. 

Alex: You’re gonna have to roll pretty high to make sure you don’t take spalsh dama-

Kaz: I rolled a nat 20.

Alex: *silently rages*

Tough to kill

Mal: I follow the noise.

Alex: Make a perception check.

Mal: 15

Alex: You hear a rifle being loaded beyond the tree line, but are unable to react quick enough to escape the hail of bullets fired by two Druskelle in the scrub. What is your AC again?

Mal: Let me check. It’s flat-footed, yeah? So, 17.

Alex: *rolls and immediately grimaces* I’m sorry to tell you this Mal, but I think you’re dead.

Mal: Nah, I won’t be.

Alex: I just rolled 118 damage, my man. You are dead.

Mal: My HP is 60. 1 more damage and it would’ve killed me outright.

Alex: You know what? Fine. You are on the ground all but clinging to life as the Druskelle emerge from the trees, bayonets at the ready, intent on finishing off any survivors. 

Mal: I wait for them to get close enough-

Alex: Mal. You are dying. What are you going to do, death rattle at them?

Mal: I took the Relentless Endurance feat, remember? As long as an attack doesn’t kill me outright, I drop to 1HP instead.

Alex: Wha-

Mal: So I was saying, I wait for them to get close enough and wrestle the rifle from one.

Alex: Roll for-

Mal: I rolled a nat 20.

Alex: *internally screaming*

Yeet!

Alex: Jesper, Kaz- what do you want to do?

Kaz: I am going to flank the carraige in case there is anyone inside.

Jesper: I approach the carraige, and pull the door open.

Alex: You open the door to see David sitting inside.

David: I am reading a fantastic novel to kill time.

Jesper: I say, “Oh, hello.”

Alex: David?

David: I throw my book at him.

Alex: What?

David: Yeah, just straight up yeet it at his face, then yeet myself out the opposite door.

Kaz: I fuck him up with my cane.

Alex: *facepalms*

Oops...

Inej has been rolling awfully for her damage rolls, which works perfectly for her character whose backstory she expanded to explain why she does not kill.

Kaz: I straight up smash the Inferni’s hand under my boot and say, “Unlike a spider, I only need one good leg. However, you look like you need both hands.”

Alex: Roll damage.

Kaz: 6 damage.

Alex: You hear a sickening crunch and feel the man’s hand break beneath your heel. 

Kaz: I make run for the-

Alex: The Inferni scrambles to his feet, reaching for the land as he stands and lighting his fist in the flame. He glares at you as he says, “Wrong.”

Inej: From where I’m hiding, I throw a knife at him.

Alex: Roll attack.

Inej: *rolls her dicem her eyes widen and she looks up at Alex* I rolled a nat 20.

Alex: Roll damage. Remember you double damage for the critical and add your sneak attack bonus.

Inej: uhhhh....

Alex: What? How much damage did you do?

Inej: 43

Alex: Well, fuck. You nail this guy in the back of his skull and he falls dead on the church floor.

Inej: I KILLED HIM?!

Alex: *looks into the camera like he’s in the office*

Memes courtesy of @emmalala

#shadow and bone memes #the darkling #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #alexander morozova #jesper fahey #david kostyk #mal oretsev #shadow and bone dnd au #shadow and bone college au #shadow and bone show #featuring the darkling as the gang's long suffering DM #because if your DM is not at leat 90% done with you #are you even doing dnd right #crow shinanegans #six of crows #six idiots

[300iqprower]

Since you brought it up yeah u right. Arts was already a great meta since the whole meta revolved around np refund. There was no reason for a Merlin-level arts supporter to be created. Imo, quick needs its own Castoria because Skadi was not created for quick to be sustainable. Skadi's skills are tailored for burst gameplay and that means one np and the boss dies or you're fucked. Merlin, Waver and Castoria are all sustain units in fgo. They're meant for long battles. Skadi isn't.

You've done it, you've reduced the issue of Quick down to its bare essentials!

And why Weebat is absolutely not replaced by Skadi. Skadi is a bandaid over a gaping wound. Her only sustain is her NP and it's not only a terrible sustain (1 hit of aoe Evade and for some fucking reason her RANK UP (WHY DOES SHE EVEN HAVE ONE) JUST ADDS MORE BURST DAMAGE) it also is extremely hard to build without wasting buffs and batteries on Skadi herself. Merlin and Castoria naturally build their NP just by doing what they'd do anyways, and Tamamo has higher average uptime thanks to her NP's CDR.

The big issues though is that Skadi is like Castoria: She's not good because she has great specialized support. She's great because she has a massive fucking battery. Well actually Castoria has both because fuck balance give money but you get what I mean. Skadi requires doubling up to reach the absurd damage a single Merlin brings to Buster, and when doubling Tamamo you get FAR more reliable absurd damage.

It's as i keep saying: You can't do shit with most Quick servants in high level content if you don't have Skadi, and even if you do Merlin with Buster is still better for anything besides farming. Which is something Castoria now usurps both Waver AND Skadi in. Because fuck balance give money.

The only real solution to Quick meta is to make a fundamental change to how Quick works, like my ideas of stars increasing Quick cards' base strentgh regardless of if crit procs, or how starting with a quick card boosts crit strength the way Buster does attack scaling and/or makes the extra attack count as a crit. But they've stated they will never change things like base stats (except when it serves their interests apparently since Mash gets a REDUCTION in max HP if you grail her past 100????????????!) or hit counts no matter how much the first year servants desperately need those things, so there's no chance they'll make changes to Quick's inherent scaling either. And they seem to think because people meme the shit out of Skadi for making Quick NOT COMPLETE DOGSHIT that it's the exact same as people meming merlin for breaking the game in half, and they had a reason to go and make fucking Castoria and Jedi Chihuahua.

#fgo #fgo meta #never thought i'd get an ask #fuck castoria