#hunter's hobby logs

[hunters-hobby-log]

Made some more progress on my traitors

Got a decent haul for trading some dg stuff that had been sitting around unloved for a year. Capri sun not included.

With this lot I got 20 new in sprue old cadians. These will be bashed into vraks styled militia, 3 old cadian heavy weapons teams, which will also be vraksian, a painted leman russ, an on sprue russ and an on sprue chimera.

The chimera was very quickly built and painted along with the remaining les grognards and grognard hwts.

The regiment has received a name, too. They're the Atlantic 114th Blighted Horsemen, and now they have some proper armored cavalry!

I'm really happy with how the dozer blade came out.

I also got the second batch of les grognards painted as well as the second batch of heavy weapons.

I'm so excited to get these guys on the table!

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #hunter's hobby logs #warhammer 40000 #miniature painting #traitor guard #wh40k #astra militarum #imperial guard #renegades and heretics #militarum tratoris #vraks militia #chaos cultists #death korps of krieg

[sparethedreamer]

Some spoilers for FNAF Help Wanted 2

Terms used can be found on pluralpedia.com

Just about the Sun/Moon/Eclipse system as a system member

As a system who have been following along the Five Nights at Freddy's games/media, we are intrigued by the Sun/Moon/Eclipse/+ system coded character(s). At first it seemed like they (Steel Wool or Scott) were just gonna stick with the tired trope of Good Character is plagued by their Bad Alter. However, things seem to be developing and we want to talk about it.

First of all, we're going to refer to them collectively as the Solar System because one of us suggested it and it's freakin' clever.

So clearly each headmate of the Solar System has a role:

Solar System as a whole:

Perfectionist tendencies, prioritizes/obsesses over cleanliness, upset when rules are broken, child-care oriented

Sun:

Non-violent daycare attendant with perfectionist tendencies, anxiety, childcare skills. He's in charge of arts and crafts. He tries to protect Gregory from Moon. Wants to be whole. Can easily succumb to feelings of despair/hopelessness. Frantic. Can be judgemental and critical. Please let me out of timeout, I'll be good!

Possible system roles: anxiety holder, jester, jailer, and worrier

Moon:

Allowed to roam at night at certain hours and attacks Gregory, who he believes is naughty and deserves to be found and punished. Fronts when lights are out and seems physically hurt by light. Seems to attempt to force Sun into dormancy. Clever and calculating. Can be jealous and retaliatory.

Possible system roles: attacker, hunter-persecutor

Eclipse:

A calm, seemingly non-violent entity that can take control of a situation when needed. They seem to be more emotionally mature than Sun and Moon and act with sort of parental demeanor. They appear to be programmed as a failsafe for when the system is under severe distress or presents a danger to itself or others.

Possible system roles: anchor, anesthetic, parental figure, caretaker,

Jack-o-Moon: (sorry I don't know your pronouns! Please accept this They/Them in these trying times)

Hobbies include log rides, Halloween, and fire. Adds a bit of (pumpkin) spice to your detour. Absolutely vibing (sometimes the vibe requires your murder. sorry not sorry). Hurt by the light :( Might sometimes cofronts with Moon maybe (last merry-go-round night, subtitles say Moon?)

Possible roles: Performer, jokestar,

Anyways, it's cool to see a system in media even if a lot of it's played as good Sun vs evil Moon. We think that each character has nuance and their strengths and weaknesses and are excited for the upcoming theories from this new game. We probably forgot some stuff or didn't include some stuff in this post, so we apologize. We hope to see more interactions between headmates and the progression of system dynamics. Who knows if it'll happen or not, but we can hope.

-🫧 and 🍀

#sun moon system #fnaf #fnaf spoilers #fnaf help wanted 2 #help wanted 2 #five nights at freddy's #sun #moon #eclipse #jack o moon #system #plurality #plural

[hunting-songs]

YOUR MUSES HOBBIES. reblog & bold whichever applies to your muse ! fishing | camping | sewing | singing | dancing | drawing | painting | baking | cooking | making music | gardening | mixology | playing sports | beekeeping | knitting | chess | video games | working out | doing yoga | playing an instrument | collecting things | hiking | parkour | kite flying | making bread | origami | wood carving | trivia | board games | jigsaw puzzles | juggling | swimming | creative writing | journaling | scrapbooking | thrifting | doing makeup | working on cars | cosplaying | wikipedia editing | genealogy | book club | table tennis | calligraphy | meteorology | astronomy | larping | geocaching | photography | reading | litter picking | scrolling through social media | watching movies / shows | witchcraft | pottery | lego building | ghost hunting | graffiti | poker | people watching | birdwatching .

Drawing: Senritsus drawingskills usully focus on technical drawings for her instrument building /restore work. Occaisonally she will draw flowers like her mother did in her herb-study-books. Camping+Hiking: Traveling is part fo Senritsus work, but she actually has a great love and enjoyment of grabbing her backpack and going hiking. For one it is part of her work, when she is payed to seek out distant groups far away fom bigger cities for documenting taditional songs or finding old instruments, but she likes the literal freedom of just going wherever she wants in those parts of her work. After she had been cursed, Senritsu had developted a great distaste for cities and their permanent noises and her love for just sleeping in a sleepingback while watching the stars and listening to the insects had grown proportionally. However, considering her backpain those nights outside are a lot of rougher on her than they used to be. Not that this would stop Senritsu (ones own health is usually not that important for Hunters. Its a occupational disease) but she might return from a trip bruised all over but also very happy.

Reading: Due to Senritsus never especially well worked with dyslexia she does not like reading. However, she is curious, she is eager to learn and she loves to learn new things fitting to her special interests. So while she would not read a book, she will at any time possible listen to a audiobook. Musicians bipgraphys, History on dances and certaine instruments, Travel-logs- Whenever she does not need to actively listen to someone/something, Senritsu will pluck in her headphones and "read" an audiobook.

Watching movies / show: Her keen hearing makes it impossible for Senritsu to indulge or get lost in series or movies. If the audioquality is bad, she will literally cringe at every sound and if the audioquality is too good, than she will actually hear the filmteam in the background of every scene that makes it impossible to actually attentive follow the plot of fall for the illusion. Naturally she will sit down with friends and loved ones to watch movies, but in that manner she will enjoy beeing with her friends more than the actual series or the movie.

Tagged By: A little bird! Tagging: @skarletchains @bewitchingbaker @gyofukuki @uzumakiuser @jxgi @thaneirstaer @rake-rake @distortedkilling @swxpped @muddsludge @curseisms @zealctry @saiakv @nephytale @huntcrpcdia ...and YOU!

#hunting-songs: headcanon #hunting-songs

[girlieinterns]

Hi! My name is Rafiah (she/her) and I am thrilled to be part of the Girlie Action team as a PR intern! A little bit about me, I was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, I have a Bachelor’s degree in Sociology from Hunter College, Hozier will most likely be #1 on my Spotify 2023 Wrapped, and I'm a Leo ♌

What do you hope to gain from this experience?

As someone who is currently on the path of switching careers from Education to Marketing and PR, I am eager to learn anything and everything! I want to learn more about the music industry and improve my writing skills. Publicity is such a fundamental piece in an artist’s success story so to be part of that and help artists grow is inspiring. I feel confident that Girlie Action is the perfect fit for me to achieve my goals. 

What is the best concert you've been to?

It might be recency bias because it was the last concert I went to, but Beyonce’s Renaissance Tour might be the best concert I’ve been to. I went to her MetLife Show on 07/30 and it blew me away. There were certain points where you couldn’t even sing along with her because those vocals were meant to be heard in silent admiration (also I could not hit those notes). Her stage presence was so mesmerizing that my eyes were glued to her for 3 hours straight, no bathroom breaks, barely even picked up my phone to record. Ticketmaster caused hell on earth, but it was all worth it to be in that crowd breathing Beyonce’s air. 

What else do you love besides music?

I am a BIG film/TV girl. My bio on Instagram is “zero hobbies outside of media consumption.” Once I watch a movie, I log it on Letterboxd and once I find a show I love, I hyper-fixate on it for days, months, years… it really depends. In college, I was able to write my senior capstone on “White Saviorism in Film.” I have also found ways to incorporate other movies and shows such as Get Out (2019), Scream (1996), and Big Brother. Cinema and television are reflections of our society so what better use of my Sociology degree than to combine the two subjects I am so passionate about? 

What is my dream job?

I am still trying to figure that out right now, however, I do know I want to end up in the entertainment industry in some capacity. When I look at something like the marketing that went into Barbie and Oppenheimer, I know that I want to be a part of that. Working behind the scenes yet having your work and ideas showcased so publicly on such a large scale. To be the reason someone turns on their TV or buys a ticket at their local movie theater because of your marketing efforts. That’s the dream.

[favouritecrayon]

Last weekend saw the end of the D&D 5e campaign we started 3 years and 10 months ago, with our Characters saving the city of Waterdeep from an undead army and a Necromancer trying to become a god. 180 logged sessions, 3 in-game years, running all the way from Levels 1 to 20 (and just beyond). After a test game, this was the first full RPG campaign I set up after a long time away from the hobby, running online. We start new campaigns next year; the road goes ever on. Here’s my two PCs, at the end of the campaign: Ennil Silverson, Half-Elf Paladin of Helm. Left as a foundling on the steps of House Invincible, the temple of Helm in Silverymoon; with his white hair and silver eyes, he was given the surname "Silverson" by the High Watcher. Raised by the temple, he became a priest and paladin of Helm, serving at Helm’s Hall in Waterdeep, and joining the Order of the Gauntlet with his faithful celestial warhorse/pegasus Champion. Among the many exploits of he and his adventuring comrades, he stopped a frost giant jarl from conquering the north with an army of giants, and saved Waterdeep from a plague of undead led by a necromancer with ambitions of godhood. Forged his own enchanted helmet and armour, using tools blessed by a Celestial, and with metals he acquired from the outer planes. Eventually left Waterdeep to become the Watch Commander of the Hawk’s Nest fortress, near Silverymoon. Hunter Malachai, Tiefling Warlock/Rogue. Born a tiefling to two human parents in Dock Ward, Waterdeep, growing up he was known as The Devil of Three Daggers Alley. Temporarily possessed as a child by Mephistopheles, he was left with a fragment of the Archfiend inside him; though drawing on it for magical power, he always strived to do good, aided by his celestial hawk familiar Cazador. Searching for a way to rid himself of the fiendish fragment, he discovered he was the spitting image of a devil who ran a cult of Mephistopheles worshippers (of which his grandfather was a member), and who regarded him as a “chosen one”; violently rejecting this magical destiny, he ran his infernal ancestor through with a sword. With the aid of his friends and an archfey, he expelled the fragment of Mephistopheles, and pledged himself to serve Herne the Hunter, becoming The Hawk of Herne. As one of the top agents in the Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors, he stalks the streets of Waterdeep, hunting down magical criminals with his fey falcon Shikari.  

#Favourite Crayon Comics #dungeons & dragons #d&d character #cartoon #cartoonists on tumblr

[autoacafiles]

Meet Artillery

Full Name: Artilla Re Tronus

Date of Kindling: Mon: 03/ Del: 22/Stellar Cycle: 1477AH

Favourite Colour: Red

Hobbies/Likes: Perfection, Quiet

Dislikes/Fears: Distractions, Plans Being Disrupted, Her Family

-While never really one for classroom environments, Artillery excelled in both training drills and gear training with her fusion cannon, though some suspect the latter was simply showing off.

-Over several months Artillery has been teaching herself chirolinguistics. Though she has struggled at first, accidentally spraining her finger once, she is slowly but surely getting the hang of it

-At some point, Artillery picked up a video game originating from Earth based on the logs of the famous bounty hunter she thinks is called “Metroid”. In her rare free time at the Academy, she has been playing it with Tremor with a guide on the holonet on hand.

-Despite being trained to fly spacecraft, Artillery does not possess a pilot's license, thinking it a useless bit of scrap. If someone does try to call her out on it, she'll deal with it when she gets to it.

#Extra Information #Meet the Cast #Artillery

[faerociousbeast]

ok i'll send some things

what's a story/hobby/thing you've been into lately?

any drafts you have saved?

anything you want to learn?

what's a good song to listen to?

free space if you have any thoughts to share

1. hobbyy.. well i've been drawing more which is very cool very epic :D story wise uh. well other than like.. the shows im watching and games im playing, this is a bit embarrassing to admit for some reason? but a while ago, like way WAY before we even got to shippuden or even that far into the first part of naruto to be honest, i read this super interesting (super OLD- i keep on forgetting how old naruto is as well) au series.

i'll try to keep this relatively briefhfjkdjf, but it was basically like... a ghost hunter type thing? it actually gave me the first impression for a lot of characters as- again, we had not. Met most of them. it was very interesting had 2 parts 10/10. been thinking about it again though since i know all the characters officially now. might reread it?

2. nothing that interesting? i tend not to keep drafts much unless its genuinely a post i need to refer to or.. something of that nature. i have a kabuto bot log saved, and a reblog of a naruto edit that i want to watch when i get to that part, and a funny hxh comic i liked a lot but thats about it

3. swordfighting. attack

4. i'm ngl.. objection funk

5. not really, but thank you very much for sending me this :) woo.

[blueempty]

I have been getting so distracted doing stuff I keep forgetting to post

I woke up at a reasonable time yesterday and then accidentally took a 3 hour nap, so I guess I'm going to bed at 6:30am today lol. It was a good day tho, I'm on pace to beat Fairune 2 in under 3 hours which is the last achievment I need to do in the collection, I drew, I logged into FF14. Pretty much all the stuff I been wanting to do. And my sleep has been so good the past two days lemme tell ya. I'm probably gonna have to cut it short tonight so I can get to work before 5pm on monday. Tomorrow is Monster Hunter/Barony day so I hope my sleepiness doesnt get us died, I'm supposed to be a cool experienced gamer. Even if plans fall through i need to keep playing with the new stuff in the Barony beta. It sounds like Machinist got a huge buff so I wanna try that. Signalis got a tiny patch too which reminded me I need to play more of that too. So much hobby to do, so little money to feed myself with ooug

Live Long and Prosper

#skyposting #thoughtposting

[zebrasevencroc1]

Just logged onto my tumblr account after 4+- years!

I’m Zebra, I like a lottt of stuff

Shows:

Lego Ninajo, South Park, Death Note, Naruto, Hunter x hunter, saiki k

Music:

The Garden are my favorite. I also like any goth, rock, punk, alt…

Hobbies:

Running, crocheting, art, computer stuff (hardware and software),

Games:

Mario kart , Mario odyssey, city skylines, just dance, over watch, star dew valley, minecraft, geoguessr

#hello #Spotify #SoundCloud

[squiggletreefan]

I have been a closet fan of Geocaching for about two years now but used this as a reason to dive deep into this hobby. In preparation to be a pro geocacher I decided to do some research and little did I know there is an entire fandom around this activity. There are code words, guidelines and even warnings as it turns out some bodies have been hidden in Geocaches and in some areas and it may be safer to go with a friend! There are over three million people who geocache and over two million geocaches hidden in the United states. The rules are fairly simple:

1:  It is your choice to take an object out but if you do so you must replace it with an item of your own. Trade up or of equal value. Nothing illegal or food that could attract animals. 

2. Sign the log book in it and report it hidden on the app to let other caches know it is still there as some fade over the years, get stolen or move with natural changes of the area around it.

3. Geocachers are known for being environmentally friendly, don't tread on flora and fauna and be courteous of what path you take to get to the geocache.  

5. Cache in, Trash out, not only cleaning up after yourself but encouraging others to clean up the outdoors while they are there picking up a little trash on your way out of a cache is an easy way to keep this beloved hobby clean for others! 

6. Play it cool, Geocaches is a great hobby that not everyone knows about! If you're in a busy area, wait for a good time to open the cache and sign the call log. 

7. Use common sense and be prepared! 

The lingo, the first thing I learned on the app was the term “Muggle” these are what you refer to as bystanders just like in my first post I was a bystander who then smuggled her way into a cache, I like to think of this as a full circle moment as I have now become the treasure hunter. The rest is just simple acronyms like “DNF” (Did not Find) or “TYTC” (Thank you for the Cache). Now that I have done that research, I will be putting together a geocache bag to keep in my car for spur of the moment treasure hunts in order to stay prepared! 

[hunters-hobby-log]

Primed a bunch of guys today. Im excited to put proper paint on them, but a certain flamboyant mobile suit pilot has my attention right now.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #hunter's hobby logs #miniature painting #warhammer 40000 #militarum tratoris #traitor guard #renegades and heretics #the lost and the dammed #astra militarum #nurgle #leman russ

[ramreboot]

Answering random OC questions, part 2!

Part 1 here

I'll be using a random OC question generator. Learn more about my little 6'3 meow meow Mul!!

What does your oc’s sleepwear look like?

If you remember the sleep question in part 1, he barely sleeps. But on the occasion that he does, it's light and comfortable wear. He doesn't wear anything baggy because he hates how it rides up and how the folds form on the side of his body he's lying down on, creating an uneven and uncomfortable surface.

He's quite simple on fashion. Comfort is only what matters since he can be sensitive to certain materials.

He'd wear a sweater, a long sleeved cotton shirt or just a t-shirt, coupled with sweatpants or knee-length shorts. Mostly sweatpants.

Is there a skill your oc really wants to learn, or a hobby they really want to pick up?

Not really. The things that would be considered his hobby would be baking, occasionally reading, and maybe gardening could be considered as one too? Well, gardening is more like a necessity since that's most of his food source.

Does your oc initiate kisses? What types of kisses do they like (mouth kisses, forehead kisses, etc.)?

Very seldom, unless if he's feeling particularly bold!! Years of being called a monster, feeling like one and being aware he has stronger physicality than most makes him feel the need to shrink down for others and take care of how he touches others.

So like, if he needs to touch a shoulder (he'd REALLY rather not) his touches will be feather light.

In the beginning of the relationship, he'd be so shy and scared of being pushy, especially considering he knows Cam grew up abused, that he'd have trouble initiating very vanilla (platonic-passing even) touches and saying couple stuff. He'd instead show his care through acts of service and gifting by baking stuff for Cam akdhsjjs

But as time goes on, Cam WILL tell him that he can initiate!! And Hunter, Grace and Ludovica will tell him there's nothing wrong with asking. So yeah Mul always asks. As time goes on, he'd feel confident enough to not need to ask for simple touches, like leaning a head on a shoulder or holding hands, but he'll always ask for kisses,,,, if he can stand the embarrassment

I don't know which kisses he likes getting more. Either hand kisses, forehead kisses, or mouth kisses. I'll explain why.

Hand kisses: He was born with these gnarly hands with black claws and veins and it sucks because it's a reminder of his inhumanness, his monstrousness. Cam doesn't mind though, in fact they kinda like it in their own way because these hands make Mul unique, only he has such hands, and only these hands belong to such a wonderful man ❤️ Hand kisses make him feel less self hatred.

Forehead kisses: He loves getting his face cupped and bending down to get a lil kis on the forehead,,,, it makes him feel very soft and warm and fuzzy. Getting his face cupped is like having it cradled. He's very touch starved skhdksksms

Mouth kisses: Nothing dirty just a simple kiss. Because there will NEVER be a person he'd allow to kiss him on the mouth, only Cam, and that makes those kisses even rarer and more special, so more intimate :). To him, it's a reminder that he's in an established romantic relationship, something he never thought he'd have!!!

As for giving, he likes giving Cam cheek kisses because he feels it to be romantic and sweet!! He's also not confident in his mouth kissing, he's always afraid of pushing in deeper and is a bit confused at the muscle mechanics needed in such kissing, so he gives cute and sweet feather light ones c:

Does your oc enjoy cuddling?

Yes he does!! Having a weight on him helps him relax, and sometimes a weighted blanket isn't enough. Plus Cam's hair is very soft and nice to touch :)

Also he's touch starved :)

During cuddling, again because of his innate fear of his strength and being pushy, he's the more passive participant, he's just a log lmao meanwhile it's Cam that clings onto him and moves around

But Mul will (very gently!!) play with their hair mindlessly! How can you not

If your oc could have one superpower, which one would they choose?

To be a normal guy To read minds, and AT WILL!!! He's had enough movie nights with Hunter and Grace to know the troupe of "oh god I hear everyone's voice" and the sensory hell it would be. Mul wants to be able to know what people are thinking because. Well. Autism and social cues

What is your oc's opinion on drinking sparkling water?

FUCKING HATES IT. He doesn't like soda because he doesn't like how the fizz feels in his throat but he can respect that it's just his opinion. SPARKLING WATER IS UNNECESSARY. AT LEAST FLAVOUR IT.

HE IS A MAN OF THE KITCHEN HE'LL HAVE VERY STRONG OPINIONS ON FOOD AND DRINKS

Does your oc have big plans for the future? What are these plans?

Before friends: Survive. Feel less like shit. Keep his head down, attract as little drama as he can and do his job well. Uneventfulness and peacefulness.

After friends: Same as above + look out for them and maintain their friendship.

He doesn't live in regular human society, he lives in seclusion, so not like they can hang out frequently. He would've accepted them losing interest in him, and in fact be like "I told you so" to himself, but after spending some time with them he realised he REALLY likes them and is afraid that due to his living situation and who he is (man has terrible self acceptance) they'll leave him. Especially now that he has a partner.

New future goal: Hold on to this happiness as long as he can. Forever, even.

How quick is your oc to apologize to someone they've hurt or wronged? How do they apologize?

He knows he's not privy to how "regular" people work (look up double empathy problem), but he's also been surrounded by such shitty people (his colleagues) his whole life that he's developed this cynicism to people so he's stubborn to listen to their advice. That includes apologies, unless if he knows for sure that he fucked up. He either apologizes immediately or not at all and insists he wasn't in the wrong.

His apologies are curt and feel a bit mechanical, so it always feels kinda fake like how retail employees do forced apologies. That is the case most of the time, that he's just being professional and not trying to stir up unnecessary drama. However, that's also Lé Autismé. Plus all the apologies he received were like that so he doesn't really have a good frame of reference.

HOWEVER, things change if it's someone he has respect for. He tries to express more regret and seriousness for someone he has professional respect for, even more so for those he holds personal respect and appreciation for. So like. This is especially the case for his friends.

Remember when I said he apologizes either immediately or not at all? Yeah only his friends can kinda break that. If he ever encounters a situation where he really insists he wasn't in the wrong, he'll sit on it for a while, either a for few hours or days. He'll consult with other friends to know if his judgment of the situation was wrong. And then he'll apologize AND give them a gift because he feels like he can't express regret verbally well.

If it's someone he's particularly close to like Grace or Cam, he feels a lot worse. Like a nervous guilty puppy who pissed on the floor skdhjdjsk he LITERALLY has trouble making eye contact with them

In that case it's gift giving overload, because he feels that he'll never be able to properly express an apology through verbal means. He's baking nonstop. He's gonna perfect their favourite dish.

Does your oc sing in the shower?

Nah, not even humming. Not even if he's in a great mood. To him, showering is a mechanical process. He's more likely to think about stuff in the shower.

Plus he doesn't even listen to much music, and when he does, it's instrumental. He's just very picky about lyrics.

Where he DOES start getting a little musical though, is when he's cooking or baking! It's a more meditative and enjoyable process to him, so it makes him feel lighter, and if the stars align, you might hear very faint humming. Because he doesn't even know he's doing it, it's barely audible, barely grazing his throat, so sometimes you'll hear little skips in the melody. Also he'd have to be in a stable, non stressed mood, not having anything bad on his mind, and be very lost in thought.

These are THE ONLY conditions where you'll hear him humming. Good luck trying to get him to sing.

Is your oc a big eater?

Kind of! More like he can stomach a lot. Like, if a bunch of people can't finish their food, he'd have no problem helping them finish it all.

He does have meals that are slightly larger than average due to his inhuman metabolism, but he only REALLY starts eating a lot after he's had a super exhausting job, especially if he feels the need to treat himself. Otherwise, he has small snacks in between, especially while doing research work for the more tricky jobs.

Does your oc have a lot of clothes and how much of it do they actually wear?

Ehhhh not really. It's just his work clothes, his home clothes and pajamas, but the latter 2 are kind of the same, so it should really be more separated into "clothes you can do chores in" and "comfy clothes to lounge in".

Due to his low self confidence and depression making him more apathetic, he doesn't have many stylish or varied clothes, they all kinda look the same, especially with his work clothes. He even has copies of more shirts and pants than you'd expect. He's a simple lad.

All clothes were purchased with tactical decisions in mind, like where or when they can be worn, so it's not like he has any that are collecting dust. As for clothes he's grown out of, he donates them. He's an exorcist in a Catholic majority Sanctum, of course they're connected to several charities.

If your oc knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today? TW: mentions of attempted suicide and suicidal ideation

Back when he was alone…

He'd be very professional and old man about it. He'd first tell the Sanctum and leave his house for Ludovica, she can do whatever she wants with it because she's the only exorcist in this Sanctum he respects. Plus, not like he wants to spend an additional few hours with more administrative work when he wants to relax.

All he'd want to do was to relax. He'd patrol the forest one last time to check for any injured animals. He'd feed his crows one last time. Finally, he'd cook a really nice meal for himself and just relax, either by reading a book or by sitting outside with the crows.

He's not sad. In fact a small part of him would be glad his life would finally be over before he could do more harm. Shortly after accidentally killing his guardian, Aedan, he had multiple suicide attempts but couldn't die because his conceived purpose as his father's vessel prevented him from dying.

So yeah at first he'd be very surprised at such a possibility, but then he'd be at total peace.

Now that he has friends and a partner…

Oh god oh fuck. Not when things were finally looking up for him.

He'd feel so fucking frustrated and for a little while, be in mild denial, but then the self loathing part of him would surface and tell him that it's for the best, that he should die before he accidentally loses control in front of them, before he kills them like he killed Aedan, before they see the ugliest side of him.

During that panic stage, he'd lock himself alone in a room, thinking of how he can avoid this death. But then, he'll emerge and tell Cam and Co about what's happening like he's giving a business meeting.

As much as it's because he's an inexpressive man, it's also because he's trying to hold back. By holding back, he can convince himself that it's not as bad as he thinks it is.

He'd like to be surrounded by friends, and he doesn't even need to ask, they'll all drop what they're doing for the day and flock to him like it's the great migration. They'll eat, hang out, watch a movie, Grace will bring a silly board game like maybe Clue.

Mul would want to first settle how he'll give away his estate, but Hunter tells him to just sit and play Clue, he'll be on the phone with the Sanctum. He'll join them later.

Cam will be particularly glued to Mul. They're trying to enjoy the moment, enjoy the celebration of Mul's life and his presence in theirs, but it's hard.

As much as Mul would want to be surrounded by friends for the whole day, Mul would want to eventually die alone because he's afraid what of what trauma and horror and grief others would feel at seeing his corpse.

They don't care. They insist on having a sleepover and sleeping in a pile.

Back then, when he was alone, he wouldn't have wanted to end the day sleeping, because what if he had a nightmare and died midway?

But now, with them, he'd be sure he can sleep peacefully.

What is your oc’s greatest fear? How did they get this fear?

He knows he's a monster, but his greatest fear is losing control of that side of him. Actually, doesn't even matter if it's from the monster, his greatest fear is causing great physical pain when he didn't mean to. Well, I guess they're both equally big feats then?

Very self explanatory as to how he got em :)

What is your oc’s relationship with their boss and colleagues like?

NOT GREAT LMAO but he is on neutral, stable terms with the Head

The Sanctum he's in is mostly full of shitty Catholic bigots who are afraid of what they don't know. They're the kind to relish in gossip and bad-mouthing. At least the Head can do some critical thinking.

His congrats always make snide remarks and look at him weird. So he keeps his head down to avoid drama but also doesn't hold back when he needs to defend himself.

The only colleague he has a not bad relationship with is Ludovica. In fact, they're like. Besties almost, but Mul has always kept her at a distance due to his personal self loathing and cynicism.

How would your oc fare in a casino?

He'd try his best to card count but that ain't his gift 😭

Head very uncomfortable with the idea of gambling, be it regular material gambling or gambling with your choices. He's a real stick in the mud and doesn't wanna fuck with the wild game of chances. Plus casinos are super loud and flashy. He'd leave ASAP lmao

Is your oc okay with other people being in the kitchen with them when they’re cooking?

Yes, as long as if they stay put in one place and stay out of his way! Thankfully the kitchen is quite spacious. In fact, it'll be good if he has someone to taste test for him. You know about "fresh eyes"? As sensitive as Mul's senses are, he's not immune to growing numb to tasting the same food during a long cooking session, and he's always second guessing himself, so it's good for him to have a taste tester!

However, it's a different story if someone wants to participate. He's gonna be picky, even if they're just gonna help him do simple prep work like slicing and beating eggs.

He doesn't have really high standards, but he's not beginner friendly lmao

He's not opposed to teaching someone though! Just not when he's doing serious cooking. He'd spend lots of time and detail into preparing materials and explanation guides, like an actual instructor. In fact he'd love to infodump about the intricacies of food science and cooking to them c:

Does your oc like PDA?

PLEASE he will DIE.

Not like he goes out in public, and the only space he goes to that can be considered public would be his workplace, so not like his partner can go there anyway.

However, he considers any display of affection in front of someone else, like friends, PDA, because he's shy like that. No matter how close he is with those friends, he'll always get embarrassed at doing anything more than holding hands with Cam, and they'll always coo and tease him ESPECIALLY if it was a lil kis,,,,

He is of the firm belief that these things are better left done privately too. Or like. Anything emotional at that lmao

Mul will explode via PDA

How does your oc listen to music (Spotify, YouTube, downloads everything, CDs, etc?)

He discovers music via YouTube and then buys their CDs to support them! Mul's got a lot of disposable income. But since he usually listens to ye old classicals, especially Tchaikovsky, there's usually no CDs to buy akjsjkjsjd plus he's not really a musical guy and is comfortable with what he has so he seldom seeks out new music. He mostly uses music for background noise.

He does listen to some contemporary classical artists though!

Ever since mood playlists have gotten popular on YT, he's been discovering more musicians he likes! Like the "Van Gogh paintings as music" videos. Man I love that channel.

What are your oc’s dreams about?

He mostly has nightmares of either what exactly happened during traumatic periods of his life (they just kinda play like videos) or about fucking up in the future, like killing his friends. The latter plays on his fear of losing control and hurting people.

If he's lucky, he doesn't dream or dreams about mundane memories of his mother and/or guardian. If it's the latter, he usually wakes up crying.

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we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it - Din Djarin Imagine (The Mandalorian)

Title: we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it

Pairing: Din Djarin X Reader

Song Drawn: cowboy like me

Word Count: 985

Warning(s): mentions of killing/violence

Summary: Din and (Y/n) have been playing the same game for a long time. When a bounty is placed on (Y/n)'s head, their game changes dramatically.

Author's Note: I didn't realize that I was having trouble remembering this show until right now.

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It was a constant race whenever I found myself face-to-face with the bounty hunter that I called Mando.

We would always seem to find the same jobs at the same time.

Most buyers were happy to support the competition. Whoever got the job done first, got the pay. It was entertaining.

It started off as purely competitive. Over time, it almost became a game. We started showing off to each other.

I had started some light flirting. Mando would get nervous, which was always a sight to see. It was fun to see someone so badass become so nervous.

It felt like I actually had a friend. It was nice.

One day, things changed.

I had been doing a job like normal. I had just finished up but before I could collect my pay, someone shot at me.

After some very lucky dodging, I had found myself back at my ship. I logged into the system that I used to track jobs.

My heart stopped.

Someone had put a bounty on me.

"What the hell," I muttered.

I knew that it was bad.

I didn't know what to do besides try to continue working.

I spent far too long juggling hunting with hiding and trying to survive.

I took a big risk after one mission by walking into a cantina. I just needed to breathe and eat.

When I caught sight of a familiar silver helmet, I allowed myself to let out a sigh of relief.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," I tried to play it casual as I sat down across from Mando.

"(Y/n)," he asked. I nodded. "It's nice to see you. It's been a while."

"I know," I replied. I looked over at the silver egg-like thing floating next to him. I nodded at it. "Please tell me it hasn't been that long."

"Oh, no," he shook his head. "I'm on a job. Taking something back to where it should be."

"And here I thought you'd settled down," I teased. "I'd be disappointed."

Mando looked down and chuckled, "How've you been, (Y/n)?"

My face dropped. It must have been obvious to him.

"What's wrong," he asked. "What happened?"

I leaned forward and dropped the volume of my voice, "Someone put a bounty on my head."

"Why?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "No one's giving me an answer."

"You should come with me," he said. "I don't want you on your own anymore."

"I'm just more stress for you and... whatever's in the egg," I shook my head. "I don't want to be a burden."

"I've known you for as long as I've been doing this job," Mando replied. "I'm not going to leave you alone through this. You... You mean too much."

"Are you sure," I asked. He nodded. I grinned at him. "Thanks."

"Come on."

Mando dropped some money on the table and started walking out of the building. I followed him and the egg. I put my hand on my blaster out of instinct.

"So, the thing in the egg-"

"I call him 'The Child'," Mando interrupted.

"The Child," I corrected. "How did you end up babysitting him?"

"I don't truly know anymore," he replied. "It was good pay. No one told me the risks that came with the mission."

"Are you just passing time by adopting dangerous crewmates," I chuckled.

"It's a good hobby to have."

I was stunned that he had made a joke like that. He didn't usually have comebacks to my jokes.

"Home sweet home," I muttered as I spotted Mando's ship.

"It's nothing fancy but it does the job."

"I think it's gorgeous," I replied as I followed him in. "Mine is a pile of crap compared to this."

"Thanks," he nodded.

--time skip--

A few hours later, Mando and I were relaxing in the first safe space I had found in weeks. I had just gotten The Child to sleep. It almost felt natural to fall into that rhythm.

"He finally fell asleep," I said as I sat in the other seat next to Mando.

"I think you interested him," Mando explained. "I haven't had that much trouble before."

"Then where's the top of this," I pointed to a piece of Mando's ship.

"He's still got it," Mando groaned. I chuckled at him.

I fell silent a few seconds later.

"Thank you... again," I mumbled. "It means a lot, Mando."

"Din," he replied.

"What?"

"My name. It's Din."

"Oh."

"I thought that you deserved to know after all these," he continued. "Especially if we're going to be working together now."

I nodded, "I like it. Din suits you."

He chuckled, "Thanks."

There were a few moments of silence.

"I'm gonna try to find a place to rest," I said. "Goodnight."

"Hey, will you wait for a second," he asked, standing up as I did. I nodded, looking at him. He hesitated.

"Din," I asked.

"We've known each other for a long time."

I nodded.

"We trust each other."

"I think so," I replied.

As Din moved his hands towards his helmet, I panicked.

"Wait," I grabbed his hands. "You don't have to do that. I promise."

"I want to," he replied. "I want you to see me as I am because I care about you and I trust you."

He tugged his hands out of mine and reached up to his helmet again. I watched nervously as he pulled his helmet off and looked at me properly for the first time.

"Hi," he said quietly.

I chuckled, "Hi."

There was a moment of silence.

I leaned over and pecked his cheek.

"You're very handsome," I smiled as I leaned back.

He looked down with a small grin on his face, "Thanks."

It was funny to see him so nervous.

Our cat-and-mouse game had drawn to a close. Now, a new path was opening up to us. And I was more excited than ever.

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Fault Line: Steve Rogers x F!Enhanced!Reader - Chapter Nine

chapter eight - Chapter Nine: Hunters and Prey - chapter ten

Plot: Tony and Y/n work to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D in an effort to locate Steve and Natasha, and Y/n finds herself dragged into the middle of an inter organizational war when she goes rogue.

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Warnings: language, canon-typical violence, character death (very minor), blood, injuries, angst a plenty,

Word Count: 5k

A/N: We are deep in CATWS now and I'm so excited. The next few chapters set up a heck of a lot that will affect the rest of the story so hang tight and keep your eyes peeled, there's a lot of details I include that come into play later...Enjoy!

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Eight hours and three pots of coffee later and Tony and I were still hunched over his desk. Not that I was doing much helping so much as overseeing and a great deal of worrying. JARVIS had tried calling Steve and Natasha multiple times with no luck.

“If I don’t get an answer from him soon, I’m just going to the Triskelion,” I stated, breaking the silence Tony had been working in.

“Then what would be the point of waking me up at such an ungodly hour?” he asked, never dragging his eyes away from the computer.

I shrugged, “Everyone needs a hobby.” “Lucky for you,” he dragged his words out until he’d pulled up what he needed, “No state hopping needed, missy. Take a look.” I got up from my seat and stood behind his chair. He’d done it, he’d hacked into the unbeatable system. “We are now inside S.H.I.E.L.D,” Tony announced proudly, “Full access to their security cameras, mission reports, cafeteria menus of the day, you name it…” “Pull up the entry logs and search Steve’s name,” I directed, “Nat too.” Tony did as told, revealing that Nat hadn’t been on the premises at all so far but Steve had signed in at 6:39AM. At least I knew he was alive. “He’s never in that early,” I observed, “He would have been on his morning run. Something’s not right. Can you pull up the security camera for Fury’s office?” Nothing, as I should have expected.

“What are you hoping to find is my question,” Tony asked. “Something. Anything. I don’t know…” I answered, falling back into my seat and spinning around to face away from the computer. “Well, I may have found it for you,” he said, “Take a look.”

I peeked over Tony’s shoulder to see shattered glass littering the floor of the Triskelion, S.T.R.I.K.E team operatives swarming the lobby. Something was wrong.

“Can you get audio?” I asked, scooting my chair closer so that I was right next to Tony. He clicked a few buttons and the noise of the scene played through the large speakers of his workspace.

“How the hell did he get away?” a familiar voice asked aggressively. Rumlow.

“He brought down all our jets outside, sir,” someone replied. “We roll out in five minutes,” Rumlow announced to his men, “Our orders are to apprehend the target under any circumstance. I don’t care where we are; if you see Captain America, you put a gun to his head.” My heart sank to my stomach which rose into my throat and I threw a hand over my mouth. They were hunting Steve.

“Y/n,” Tony said cautiously, “Don’t do it.” It was too late, I was already closing my eyes and transporting to the Triskelion lobby. “Don’t-“ Tony’s cry died in my ears as I landed silently among the shards of glass, causing Rumlow and his team. With the element of surprise to my advantage, I shot two blasts of electricity at two of them that killed both on impact. I telekinetically launched the lot of them into the walls. If only they’d been weaker, STRIKE team were the strongest out all our operatives. Rumlow snapped into action and raised his gun towards me. I threw up a force field around myself and his shots bounced off, flying elsewhere and sending innocent employees running.

“Bring in the tech!” Rumlow ordered, waiting for my next move, “You shouldn’t rely on your powers so much, freak.” “Why’s that?” I asked, playing the game.

“Cause they can be taken away at any moment,” he answered as two STRIKE members came back into the room with four small pillars that they thrust into the floor, shattering the tile. Suddenly, the force field I was holding up began to slip away till I was left entirely exposed. I tried to create a ball of electricity to no avail. I had nothing.

“Something new from the boys at R&D,” Rumlow explained, circling me, “It scrambles the energy that you depend on so much. I was particularly looking forward to seeing you waving your hands around like that,” Runmlow imitated my failed movements with a bitter grin, “Lookin’ all stupid.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing I’m more than lightning,” I replied, charging towards him and sliding across the slick flooring, sweeping his legs out from under him. I disarmed him and shot him in the leg, savoring the scream that followed. Bullets whizzed past my head as more STRIKE members opened fire. I dove behind a potted plant, rising and falling behind it each time I took a shot. The tech could probably keep me from using my powers within a certain radius. All I needed was to get away from the building. But my gun was running out of ammo fast which meant I was about to lose my protection.

Suddenly, more screams erupted and the sound of more glass shattering rang through the lobby. I peeked out from behind the plant to see a silver body flying up to me. It was an unfinished Iron Man suit.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I said as the suit landed in front of me and opened itself up for me to step into. I slipped in, knowing it was going to be too big on me, but that it would do the job. “Anyone home?” “Could’ve sworn I said this was a bad idea,” Tony’s voice rang through the helmet. “Yeah, well, not listening seems to work for you,” I shot back, “I don’t know how to work this thing!” “Regardless, you’re still a giant oversized man made of iron,” he said, “Sorry, woman.” “True,” I replied, taking his suggestion and beginning to land punches on each STRIKE member until they were all laid out, “I can see why you like this so much.” I walked over to Rumlow, still on the ground with his wounded leg and kneeled down next to him, “I always thought you were kind of a creep.” Before he could reply, I nailed him with a shiner and took off running out the front doors. Ahead of me, I could see some of the wreckage that my boyfriend had left behind. Jets were leveled and smoking, bullet holes littered the uneven roads leading to the garage. They’d wanted Steve bad. “Your boyfriend’s messy,” Tony commented, clearly able to see through the eyeholes of the suit same as me. “If messy means thorough, then yes,” I said as I ran, “He’s a slob. Please tell me this is one of the testers that can still fly.” “You are clear for take off. Don’t wreck my suit.” I’d seen Tony soar enough times to know how he pulled it off. A safe distance away from the building, I used the repulsers in the hands and feet of the suit and shot into the air. I could hear gunfire behind me, fading to a distant sound the further I flew. “You’re a lifesaver,” I said once I was far enough away to be safe, “I’m gonna hop out here, can you fly this thing back remotely?” “Why not come back here? Y’know where there’s not an army of S.H.I.E.L.D double agents looking to kill you.” I shook my head, “The tower’s going to be one of the first places they look now that things are serious, they’ll send a squad out from the New York headquarters. I need to find Natasha and Steve.”

“So where’s safe?” That was something I had yet to think of. My apartment was out of the question, so was Steve’s. They probably had agents waiting to kill us in our living rooms. Luckily, there was a second place I called home in the city.

“I’ve got it covered.” There was silence on the line, I could sense Tony didn’t agree to leaving with so few details being given. But right now, I needed him to have a little blind faith. “Alright, if S.H.I.E.L.D stops by, I’ll tell them everything they don’t want to hear. Haven’t seen you in months.” A smile pulled my lips upwards, “Thanks, Tin Can. Take over when you’re ready.”

As soon as Tony began to work the controls, I transported out of the suit and into the alleyway of a neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. I’d kept a safe house in New York in case of emergency and was glad that I’d decided to do the same thing when moving to D.C. My lack of trust in people came in handy every once in a while…

I leaned up against the brick wall, catching my breath and trying to process all that had been revealed in such a short amount of time. S.H.I.E.L.D was corrupt, Steve and I were both wanted and Natasha was nowhere to be found. My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest in the worst possible way. Collecting myself as best I could, I dug out the loose brick and grabbed the key from inside the hole. I unlocked the back door to my townhome and entered, as cautiously as I could for fear of someone jumping out. When all I was met with was silence, I shut and locked the door, drew the curtains and slid to the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumbled into my hands, rubbing at my face. After a minute, I made my way to the small, sparsely furnished living room and switched on the television. Hoping to find something, I wasn’t disappointed.

“And in other news, there has been an official warrant for the arrest of Captain America himself, Steve Rogers, along with his partner, Voltage, Y/n Y/l/n, and fellow Avenger, Natasha Romanoff, a.k.a. the Black Widow. If anyone receives any information on their whereabouts, S.H.I.E.L.D has asked that you call the number on the screen-“ My ears began to ring and my vision began to blur. We were fugitives. The very organization that I’d devoted the last five years of my life, the place that had saved me from a lifetime of thieving had now turned me to a criminal. All I wanted to know in that moment was that Steve was safe. That STRIKE hadn’t gotten to him. That he wasn’t laying in the street somewhere bleeding out and-

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Spi mé malé poupě,

spi malé holoubě,

spi mi dobrou chvíli,

hodinu, tři, čtyři,

děťátko.

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The sound of a rattling door woke me. I sat up on the couch and extended my hands, sleepily ready to attack whoever was stupid enough to enter. The door opened and I created a ball of electricity, “You picked the wrong house.” “No,” a familiar voice said as they came through the door, it was Maria Hill, “Pretty sure I’ve got the right one.”

Friend or not, I knew better than to trust her. “You here to bring me in?” I asked, holding my stance, “Look, I like you so it’s really gonna suck if I have to kill you.” She set her gun on the kitchen counter, “Relax, I might be the only person you can trust right now so I’d put the magic hands away.” Slowly and with my eyes on her, I absorbed the electricity back into my palms. I broke my kind rule and slipped into her mind, finding no trace of malice or murder in her head. Only urgency and concern. “It’s late,” Maria said, “We need to move.”

I peeked out the window and realized that night had indeed fallen, how long had I slept for? “Where are we going?”

She gave no answer, she simply walked back out my door and left it ajar for me. I had no choice but to follow her. When I stepped out into the alleyway, there was a slick black convertible waiting for me. Hill hopped in the driver’s seat and I rounded the front and got into the seat adjacent to her. I hadn’t even finished buckling my seatbelt before she started navigating her way out onto the road.

“Okay, where’s Steve, what happened to Fury and why the hell is S.H.I.E.L.D trying to kill me?” I asked, out of patience and desperate for answers.

Hill took a steady breath before launching into an explanation. “There’s something going on, I’m not sure what though. What I do know is that taking out you, Rogers and Romanoff are all #1 on everyone’s kill list right now because you know something.” “Know what?” “You know that something’s not as it should be.” I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, “Yeah, I know a little too fucking much that I have to catch you up on. But none of it makes any sense…”

“No, it doesn’t,” Hill agreed, driving down a back road that looked even sketchier in the dark, “We’re working on getting some answers.” “Who’s we?”

I knew Hill well enough to know that when she went silent, it was worthless to try and get her to talk. I sighed and settled back into my seat, allowing her to drive me to our mystery destination.

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Forty-five minutes later, we were pulling up to the stone front of what looked like a cave. Hill parked the car in the middle of the entryway and got out, I followed her in cluelessly.

“Are you gonna tell me where we are?” I asked as she guided me down a dimly lit hall.

“It’s an old facility, abandoned a long time ago,” she answered, “But it was kept in case something like this happened.” “By…?”

Hill stopped outside a doorway, standing to the side and allowing me to peek in. I couldn’t have guessed the person that awaited me. Fury. “You look like shit,” he greeted me.

“Have you looked in a mirror?” I asked, still shocked by his ghostly presence, “You look like you got hit by a truck.

“Actually, it was a couple squad cars downtown and an still-to-be-named assassin at your boyfriend’s apartment,” Fury quipped, grunting as he adjusted his reclined position. He was laid out in a hospital bed, surrounded by wires and monitors. Whoever had tried to kill him had certainly done a job on him, but they hadn’t succeeded. I should have known it would take damn near a galactic war to take Nick Fury down. I took a seat on the rolling seat next to his bed.

“I assume you’ve got some questions for me.”

“Yeah,” I breathed, a bitter chuckle in my throat, “What the hell is going on?” Fury sighed, “S.H.I.E.L.D’s been compromised, I don’t know by who yet but I’ve got my suspicions. I was ambushed, went to warn Rogers after it happened. That’s when,” Fury gestured with his head towards himself, “This happened. We had to make whoever ordered the hit think they won. After that, we moved here to conduct our own operations.” My head was spinning from both exhaustion and confusion. “Can I just slip into your head and make this easier for both of us?”

Fury’s long sigh served as my answer and I jumped into Fury’s brain, picking out the information that I needed to know.

Alexander Pierce.

Project Insight.

A man with a metal arm and a machine gun.

I fell back out of Fury’s head with a gasp, trying to comprehend what I’d seen. S.H.I.E.L.D as we knew it was completely wrecked.

“Do you have any idea where Steve is?” I asked, growing more panicked the higher the stakes got.

“I know he got away,” Fury answered, “Romanoff and him were spotted in a mall, undercover. That’s all I’ve got for you.” I leaned forward and put my head in my hands, rubbing my face roughly. Not knowing where Steve was killing me and the more things that went wrong meant a bigger chance that something would happen to him or Nat. “HYDRA, Nick,” I reported, “HYDRA is involved in this.” “Why do you think that?”

“Because I went into one of the agent’s heads in New York when he was trying to kill me,” I answered, feeling the energy draining from me just as it had in the safe house. It was overwhelming. “You should also probably know,” I looked up to him, my eyes not even in focus, “Baron Strucker was the one who broke into the storage facility. He and I don’t know who else stole Loki’s scepter.” “Does your gut tell you it’s linked to what’s going on here?” Fury asked.

“My gut doesn’t know up from down right now,” I confessed, running both hands through my hair.

Fury waited a beat before speaking. “Go back to your training. What did Barton teach you to do in situations like this?” I laughed under my breath, Clint prepared me for plenty of things but nothing like this. “‘Separate emotion from the situation.’ That’s hard to do when I have people I love at stake.” “And he doesn’t?” Fury raised a brow.

The grand secret that Natasha, Fury and I were tasked with keeping. My first instinct was to shush him, but in an underground cave I supposed it didn’t matter. “No,” I finally answered, trying to use my head over my heart, “I don’t think the scepter relates to this, but it’s still concerning that it’s out there in the hands of someone not fit to wield it.” “And we’ll deal with it,” Fury nodded, “But this is our top priority. Hill’s working surveillance, she’s in every security camera system in the city. If Rogers or Romanoff step foot in D.C, we’ll know.”

I couldn’t ask for more under circumstances where we were nearly helpless. The only comfort I could take was that there was no news of their death yet and Fury was very much alive. Everything else seemed to be crumbling around me at an alarming speed…

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I got a few hours of restless sleep in a chair next to Fury, it felt like my duty to stay with him in case anything happened. The news of his “death” had shattered me, I wasn’t going to take any chances with him returned to the world. I startled when Dr. Fine, the man responsible for helping him fake his death came in, checking Fury’s vitals and changing his IV bag.

“There’s some food on those trays,” he whispered, Nick was still sleeping, “In case you’re hungry.” I mumbled my thanks and asked for the time, he checked his watch and told me it was 9AM. The whole day was ahead of us, hopefully our little team could make some headway.

Eventually I got restless waiting for Fury to wake so I began to wander the facility. Hill was away from her station, a computer connected to a few monitors that showed a bevy of security camera feeds in D.C. The tech was outdated, but functional at least. I sat down in her chair and decided to conduct my own search for Steve and Nat in different manners than others might think of.

Twitter.

If anything happened in the world, people tweeted about it. A Captain America sighting, fugitive or not, would be too exciting for people not to share it. I typed Steve’s name in the search bar and found plenty of fan art, tributes and cosplays of my boyfriend. Switching the filters to recent, I was overwhelmed by dozens of tweets with pictures of one of the highways in the city. The captions varied but the gist of them all was ‘Captain America’ ‘Black Widow’ and ‘fight.’ I hurriedly checked the time of the tweets, mere seconds ago. Without another thought, I scanned the location in the picture and transported there.

Smack in the middle of everything.

There were dozens of bullets flying past my head, I threw up a force field and looked around. I didn’t see Steve or Natasha, only a few men in black aiming their machine guns at me and a dark haired man in a mask.

With a metal arm.

The same one I’d seen in Fury’s head.

Keeping the force field up, I stormed towards him as he fired his gun pointlessly at me. I stopped in front of him and dropped my force field, teleporting behind him and barely missing the bullets he unloaded. I telekinetically choked the man, causing him to drop his gun. His helpers aimed their weapons at me, I one handedly put up a force field to block them from reaching me as I watched the life begin to drain out of the man I had to assume was Fury’s almost killer.

“Y/N!”

I turned at the sound of my name, a black man ducked behind a car but kept his eyes trained on me. Scanning his brain, I found out he wasn’t on the side of our attackers. I even saw familiar faces.

“Steve needs help!” he yelled.

Steve.

I dropped the metal armed man to the ground and swiped his machine gun for myself, teleporting behind the same car as the mystery man. “Where is he?” I asked, taking a few shots with him at the men in black. “Inside the bus,” he shouted, gesturing off the bridge, “Go!” I tossed him my weapon and teleported to the underpass, taking stock of my surroundings. There was a bus completely flipped over on its side with civilians crawling out. I ran in that direction and motioned for them to get out as soon as possible, crawling in afterwards. There was a figure on the ground, a body I knew as well as mine. “Steve!” I yelled, spotting him struggling to get to his knees.

He turned at the sound of my voice, scrambling to his feet and meeting me in the middle of the bus. He threw his arms around me, a smile had barely touched his lips when he looked over my shoulder and shouted, “Run!”

I whipped around to see a stream of bullets impacting the inside of the bus. Steve and I took off, I threw a force field up around us as we ran. Steve wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me as we leapt out of the back window. Steve tucked and rolled, grabbing his shield that lay just outside the bus. I kept up the force field around us as our attacker stood atop a car and fired a relentless stream of bullets. “I can’t protect us and attack at the same time,” I confessed, “Not at this level. You take him out, I’ll keep the field around you.” Steve obeyed and I dropped the only protection I had in favor of giving it to him. Steve charged towards the man and at the last second, I dropped the force field and Steve flipped him over using the shield, ducking behind the trunk of the car. I teleported next to him, spotting the man who’d helped me on the overpass taking out a few of our other enemies. “Go!” he yelled, “I got this!” I didn’t need to be told twice and took off with Steve, “Where’s Nat?”

“I don’t know,” he panted, “The guy who killed Fury is here too. Metal arm, watch out.” “Yeah,” I breathed, “We met.”

Steve and I ran down streets searching high and low for Natasha, stopping eventually in the middle of the square unsuccessful and growing more afraid by the minute. Finally spotting our metal armed assailant, I found his gun pointed towards a mop of red hair. “Steve,” I shook his arm, “Go, go, go!”

I teleported in between that assassin and Nat, throwing up a force field to shield her. Steve came in from the side wielding his shield, the man’s metal fist connecting with the Vibranium and making a sound louder than the Liberty Bell. He kicked Steve off of the car they’d stood on, firing shots at him after. I created a quick ball of electricity and launched it at his arm, causing it to crackle and pop and eventually fall limp at his side.

“He doesn’t like that,” Natasha mumbled from behind me.

“Get the hell out of here,” I shouted back as our enemy approached, I could tell she was injured by the timber of her voice, “I’ve got this.” “I’m not leaving you alone,” she said, “Watch out!” I instinctively threw up a force field, bullets raining down on the wall of electricity not a second later. Our enemy was pissed as he fired his gun while swinging his metal arm back into positioning. The guy wasn’t an easy takedown…Steve leapt over a car and shielded himself as he provoked the man, engaging him in hand to hand combat. I teleported to where they were just as the guy punched Steve and took hold of the shield.

“Oh no, you don’t…” I muttered, telekinetically sweeping his feet out from under him and dragging him across the road. I threw him up in the air until he lost his grip on the shield, I sent it rolling back to Steve who caught it effortlessly. I wiggled my fingers as I caused our enemy to come back down to the ground harshly. He stalked forward, flipping a knife in his hand and throwing it at me. I wasn’t quick enough with the force field and it landed in my thigh, causing me to drop to my knees. I sent electricity out of my fingertips and hit him, rendering him unable to move momentarily. But the pain in my leg began to scream as dark red blood trickled down my jeans, it was taking everything in me to stay focused. Steve came in at that exact moment and our enemy and him began fighting one another, a second knife nearly grazing Steve too many times in the quick sequence. I took a deep breath and pulled the knife from my flesh, stifling whimpers as the pain reached a new level. I had to keep going if we had any chance of escaping.

I stood up to see our enemy choking Steve before flipping him over a car. He leapt after him with a closed fist, I extended my hand and telekinetically flung him to the side causing him to slam into another car. “Get the shield!” I yelled, somehow during the fight it had ended up lodged in the side of a truck. Steve listened and grabbed his defense as I joined him at his side. The metal armed man, quick as ever, was back on his feet and swinging his knife around. The adrenaline seemed to be seeping out of me along with the blood, I was beginning to tire. Steve held up the shield in front of us both and wrapped an arm around my waist as we walked backwards. He dropped his hand when the knife began to peek around the shield and his lightning fast reflexes came into play as he kept both of us from being stabbed. I telekinetically flipped our assaulter around to hit the side of the truck nearby, leaving Steve able to dig the shield into his arm, hit him in the face and flip him over.

Steve helped me stand as we waited for the man to get to his feet. His mask had come off at some point during the fight. He turned around and faced us, bearing a striking resemblance to-

“Bucky?” Steve asked, breathless.

With his eyes cold and his face expressionless, he took a step towards us. “Who the hell is Bucky?”

He pointed a gun at us just as the black man from the bridge flew in using mechanical bird-like wings, kicking our familiar enemy across the road. He landed on his feet as we waited to see what the lookalike would do. His eyes flickered briefly, almost as if he was internally debating something, before he raised his gun again. Steve stood frozen forcing me to muster up the energy to shield us with another force field. Luckily, someone else was likeminded and fired a weapon that launched small bombs over our shoulders and at our attacker, blowing up the cars around him. I turned to see Natasha, leaned up against a truck and panting. When Steve and I turned back around, the man had disappeared.

“Where’d he go?” I asked, dropping the forcefield hesitantly.

The four of us waited for something else to jump out and attack us just as sirens started to near, black S.H.I.E.L.D cars pulling up and circling us. “Guys, I can get us out of here!” I yelled, “C’mon!” “Drop the shield, Cap! Get on your knees!” a voice threatened, I turned to see it belonged to Rumlow followed by a dozen of STRIKE team’s best. Each of us were held at gunpoint, forcing us to surrender. Steve carefully did as he was told, setting the shield down and holding his hands up, but he refused to kneel until Rumlow came up behind him and kicked him. I refused to do anything.

“I said kneel, bitch,” Rumlow growled in my ear, shoving me to my hands and knees, “Let’s see if Stark saves you now.” I could withstand just about any insult, except anything insinuating I needed someone to save me. I spun around and kicked Rumlow in the groin, causing him to drop his hands to protect the area and allowing me to steal his gun. I stood and aimed it at the rest of STRIKE team, daring them to make a move. “Do it!” Rumlow barked from the ground.

Someone came from behind me and used a taser wand on me, volts of electricity different than my own surging through my veins and causing a great pain to radiate through my body. I groaned and dropped the gun, falling to the pavement as they further dug the weapon into my side. I heard Steve from above me trying to shove the attacker off of me only to get hit with the wand himself. I gasped for air, wanting to shrivel up into a ball and die from how bad I hurt.

“Try anything else,” Rumlow spat, “And we give you and the Captain a proper burial.” I opened my eyes to see Steve laid out on his stomach being forced back up to his knees by Rumlow. The sound of a chopper above us alerted me to the fact that news channels were filming the scene. Our fall was to be documented for the world to see.

“Not now, not here,” Rumlow hurried, trying to avoid too big of a scene to lie away, “Not here!”

The guns were lowered and Steve and I were both dragged to our feet with our hands behind our backs, Natasha and the still-to-be-named black man along with us.

We were officially fucked.

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Favourtie Stream Moments

Streamed by Philza on Twitch on Wednesday 25th of November

Hardcore boi doing hardcore things today!

Phil send techno a picture of his offline chat and techno just replied

Also rip the old alerts he’s been changing them around

RIP GREEDY GREEDY PHIL

He’s so popular now he can’t hear himself think due to the notifs lol

Greedy greedy phil might come back in a different form though!

Quartress garden again tonight!

He’s gonna make the swing he talked about before!

Scam train pog!

And we’re already having problems with the bits not coming through rip

Bits are now coming through but tts is still broken ripp

Also all tts is brian now sadge

Techno said “why are they like this” about the offline chat lmao

(you’re safe for now, but we’ll see how long it lasts)

Gapple gang catch up from monday~~~

Swing-making struggles rip

I can tell it’s gonna be pretty tho

The MCC teams just got announced on discord but Phil won’t tell us :( there’s some interesting teams though?

End of season one vid! (for mcc)

Phil paused the video specifically to say that Tommy has beef with the social media woman lmaoo

Epic Landlord lmaooo “I was never sorry”

glow squid go brr

Phil is very hyped for the new monster hunter coming to pc

“Special bois, a pig, y’know, everything a quatress should have”

“i have a few shulkers” *opens full double chest, then second double chest half filled*

“no no no” with a wagging finger bc chat was begging for an earcheck lmao

blocks go brrrr

this is in context to the people who keep asking what he’s gonna do about the warden lmao

Phil just wants to make shrubbery, but someone requested fishing lmaooo

AND AN EARCHECK LMAOOO

no progress on stream lol this is why he started doing stuff off-stream

phil asked chat what was the most stressful thing from this past week and ian decided that was the time to confess he almost broke the sub server

also phil reminds everyone stressed by school that it gets a lot better once you’re done and that you’re going to be okay!

ranboo is here as well lol, his most stressful thing was dying in hardcore with phil on the call lmao

Earcheck time!

lol i actually just found out i had my headphones on wrong pog

rip the audio is scuffed he’s gotta restart the stream :(

also he’s finally fixing the donation tts

“tommy shouldn’t be in charge of anything, really”

this is about the banned board on dream smp

finally back to the swing and the garden!

i feel like phil might’ve just gotten a new hobby, we’re looking at stuff with the pretty shaders on again

photographer!phil anyone?

SLUGZA

“is it weird chat that i thought about naming that cow and immediately killing it, just to piss you off?”

(this is why my url is the way it is lmaooo, chaosza)

the nether void took 250k+ blocks of black concrete rip

pros and cons of tall oak trees: pretty, but such a pain to take down

a zombie piglin spawned in the tall tree and he’s now called Technotree lmaoo

i actually love love love how phil names anything pig related techno

There’s like 4-5 techno’s in this hardcore workd now lol

Someone suggested snowza for mcc13 and now people are spamming cumza again help

H E

S H E

someone asked if phil has a favourite kid and he refused to answer so now chat is just “it’s techno isn’t it”

love the amount of work a single tree is taking, so much effort goes in to spawnproofing

annd there he goes making ten stacks of buttons even though he does not need that much for a single tree

lmaoo there was another fishing request available bc he restarted stream

(he refunded it, chat is still spamming scamza)

honestly i live for the way momza is always on our side lmao

SCAM TRAIN LEVEL FIVE LETS GOO

also hella pog is replacing the log underneath technotree with basalt i would’ve just left it there lmao

7K SUBS POG

People are trying to pull a quackity support but phil doesn’t cry that quickly anymore

the tree looks so cool!

SNOOP TIME

aka time to weed out the weak ones (pun fully intended)

Lmaoo we gained viewers???

7777 go brrr

bot also go brrr to time out the 7s bc the bot doesn’t care

Seriously the tree turned out awesome especially with wet hands on the background

lmao he’s got no dark oak left bc it’s all buttons

soul lanterns!!! they might be my favourite item in the game they’re so pretty!!!

momza’s mom gifted 5 subs!!!

chat is discussing options please reply below: Nanza/Granza/Granmaza/Granza-in-law/Grannyza

comprimise on 7777subs: he’ll let it actually get to the sevens in the tts if he hit it

he can’t do all of the sevens bc tts would get wayyyyy too far behind

Things i’ve learned in minecraft today: You can place coral fans on the sides of other blocks!!!

Nethertree looks absolutely awesome, especially with the lanterns!!

Also with the rate subs are going, we might hit the subgoal next stream already? 500+ subs again already wow

rip game crashed due to the shaders

whoo the garden path actually leads to stuff now!

no shrubbery yet though and a greenhouse will also be added!

ohhh fallen tree possibly!

basalt+dead coral makes for an awesome fallen log!

Raiding Wilbur! 100man chaos lmao

GARBAGE DAY

#dream smp #mcyt #philza #sleepy bois inc #wilbursoot #ph1lza #philza livestream #technoblade

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a peaceful hum from the axe boy was drowned out as the crashing sound of yet another tree being cut down echoed throughout the empty gardens of the hunters side. he stood for a moment with axe in hand and a stitched smile, proud of his accomplishment before quickly dragging the remaining log of the tree to the side where one couldn’t walk into it, it had happened maybe once or twice.. it’s not *my* fault they weren’t watching where they were going.. robbie huffed at the memory before settling down with his back against the stump. he was a bit exhausted, but with a small break, he’d be back on his feet and continuing his hobby in no time! it was rather lonely being here all day though, everyone in the manor seemed to be too busy for his antics.. whether it’d be doing their own thing or the matches baron always sets up. fiddling with his axe, robbie could only wish for some company.

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