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multi-fan-dom-madness · 5 months

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I'm gonna ask for something I don't normally ask cuz I read them prompts and the idea struck me!

"the panic beforehand trying to decide if theyre leaning in to kiss or not" with Wrecker 👀

Idk man, sounded adorable and wanted to float it your way!

hello hello friend! apologies for taking so long on this; inspiration finally hit today while I was out shopping, so here ya go! <3 thanks for the lovely ask

Drinks and Decor

Summary: Wrecker finds a unique way to thank you.

Warnings: mostly fluff but this is an 18+ blog; bartender!reader trope, gn!reader, more fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Bartending for Cid has its ups and downs, for sure, but one of the most consistent ups lately has been the group of mercs she hired earlier this year. Though the group of men and their little sister is often in and out of the bar without much time to really chat with them, on occasion they hang around. Maybe it’s Cid’s way of saying ‘thank you,’ or maybe they just get tired of wherever else it is that they go when they’re not on a mission and not at the bar, but either way, you’re not going to complain.

Especially not today. Life Day.

Cid had insisted that you help her decorate the bar for the holiday season (read: you decorated while she snarked out comments about things hanging crookedly). And you have to admit, you did a pretty karkin’ good job of it. Neatly cut paper snowflakes rotate lazily on their strings where they hang from the ceiling; garland of imported greenery and Mantell Mix arches in pretty curves under the front of the bar; and the usual neon currently suffuses the space with a gentle mix of red and green lights. Heady pine scents the air. Over the speakers, instead of the usual club music, gently holiday music croons.

You’re feeling pretty proud of yourself, and that feeling swells in your chest when the merc group has arrived. The girl, Omega, looks around at the decorations with a bright, beaming smile, her eyes dazzling in the twinkle lights you’ve strung around the edges of the tables. Around her, her brothers gaze around with varying levels of awe. Though you’re glad that they seem to enjoy your efforts, Wrecker is the only one whose reaction you truly care about.

Face flushing with a pleasant warmth, you watch on in silent admiration as Wrecker turns a full circle taking in the new festive atmosphere. His jaw hangs open, a grin spreading over his scarred face. It’s only when he meets your gaze across the room that a similar jolt of joy sparks through you.

Instead of his usual armor, Wrecker, like the rest, has donned civilian clothing. Black-and-red plaid stretches over his broad, muscular form, the buttons straining at the front. Under the collar, plain white tee peeks out. Darkwash jeans encircle his thick thighs. In a word, he looks delectable.

And he’s walking toward you.

Embarrassment at being caught staring claws up your insides, but Wrecker’s grin hasn’t faded. In fact, it’s only gotten bigger. And is that a blush you spy creeping over his face?

“Did you do all this!?” he asks, voice entirely too loud for the space in his excitement.

“More or less,” you say, shuffling your feet. “You like it?”

“Cyar’ika, I love it!” He settles onto one of the barstools. “Got any festive drinks?”

So he either didn’t notice you openly gawking, or he doesn’t mind. You’re not sure which option is worse. With a small shake of your head, you smile—not the falsely saccharine smile you usually reserve for customers, but a genuine, cheek-splitting beam that crinkles your eyes.

“Sure do!” you say. “Any flavor preferences?”

“Naw,” Wrecker says with a wave of his hand. “Surprise me!”

“Alright, big guy.” You gather the liquor and a few new syrups and frozen fruits you’d convinced Cid to get for this holiday, and craft a drink for Wrecker that you’re sure he’ll love. In the months you’ve gotten to know the gentle giant, you’ve discovered that he, unsurprisingly, likes bold food: bright, citrusy colors with deep, rich notes. The drink you pour has all of it.

Garnishing the drink with a sprig of mint, you slide the glass across the counter on a napkin. “Here ya go.”

Wrecker eagerly scoops the glass up and takes an exploratory sip. You watch, chewing your lip, as his eyes slide shut, face twisting in an expression of bliss. Your heart skips a beat.

“Cyar’ika,” he says, eyes fluttering open. “That was the best drink you’ve ever made.”

A laugh bubbles up from your chest. “Why do I get the sense you’d say that no matter what I put in front of you?”

“Because it’d always be true!” he says. “You’re a pro.”

“Well,” you say, leaning your forearms on the bar, “in that case, I’m glad to put my expertise to good use.”

He takes another sip of the drink, an appreciative hum sliding out of him and sending delightful shiver up your spine. “How much do I owe ya?”

You’re grateful Cid disappeared to her office a while ago, because it means she’s not around to hear you say what you’re about to. “On the house.”

Mismatched eyes widening, Wrecker gapes at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “It’s my Life Day gift to you.”

“Aw,” Wrecker says. “Well, I can’t be the only one gettin’ a gift tonight. How can I thank you?”

His voice has dropped a little in volume; his siblings sit across the room, well out of earshot (save Hunter), but when you catch the look in Wrecker’s eye, your mouth dries. He cocks his head at you, curious, testing. Stars, is he—?

“I might have an idea,” you say, voice coming out hoarse.

“Great!” Wrecker leans over the bar toward you.

Almost of its own volition, your body responds in kind. You have to stand on your tiptoes, but you think you’ll be able to comfortably reach across to hug Wrecker.

Except, Wrecker’s eyes are trained on your lips. Breath catching, you can’t stop what’s been put into motion—not that you want it to stop. It’s just—kriff, what if you’re misreading this entire situation and he really does intend to just hug you? You know he tends to be a little looser with his physical affection than his brothers, so maybe this is just an extension of that. He doesn’t feel the same way about you that you do about him.

Does he?

You’re about to protest, and then his large, scarred hand slips across your cheek and tugs you the final few inches across the bar. His lips are warm and smooth against yours, moving gently, like he’s as nervous as you are. In your chest, your heart threatens to burst with affection. He’s so warm, and his hand is so big against your face; heat flickers to life in your core.

All too soon, though, he pulls back. His eyes remain closed for a beat longer than yours, and a pleased, dopey smile curls over his face.

“Is that ‘thank you’ enough?” he asks, breath fanning your face, smelling faintly of cranberry and mint.

Eyes fluttering, you search his face for a moment before biting your lip. “I dunno. I did make the drink custom...”

Wrecker beams and pulls you back in for a second kiss.

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bellarkeselection · 9 months

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Kingslayer Prisoner pt 2

Part 1 - read first please

Jaime attempts to defend Y/n Tully to her uncle Brynden and they share a moment later

My uncle and Jaime still have swords pressed up against one another. Holding my hands above my head eyeing the two older lords who were seconds from fighting one another. Jaime lowered his sword offering me his right arm so I could grab it and he helped me to stand behind him with his sword raised in defense. “Blackfish, are you really so stubborn to fight with your pride that you would kill your own family. Even though she never had any affair with me?"

"I sent her to gather Intel and recuse her brother and she came back with nothing. And I can see it in her eyes. She's been drawn in by the misleading lion glow!" My uncle raised his sword up to Jaime’s chest with a growl.

Shifting my gaze up to Jaime’s he didn't dare remove his focus from my uncle. I moved one hand forward, gripping his armor of his forearms. "Uncle, believe me when I say this. I don't have any intention of betraying our family to be with him. I am still a Tully born and I live our vow everyday. Family, duty, honor."

“And yet you think that you could convince him to return your brother. His family has done nothing but tear the houses apart. His sister can’t stand not having any power over everyone and everything. Why do you think he is here now?” My uncle snarled through his teeth.

Jaime started to say something. “House Frey just wants the house they were degreed to get. I don’t see it necessary to make men die when I am offering you to just abandon the castle and go somewhere else.”

"This is my family home, Kingslayer. Tell me would you're late father Tywin let someone invade Casterly Rock hmm." The Blackfish got no reply to his question giving him the answer he already knew where he turned on his heels to leave. "No I didn't think so. When you wish to challenge me into a fight let me have one last look at my nephew before you kill him."

Pushing my way past Jaime and against his better judgment, I managed to pick up my sword that I had dropped on the ground when the guards threw me down at my uncles feet. "So family only means something if they are willing to do whatever it takes to defend their house. And if they don't want to fight, you are calling them a traitor like Jofferey did to Ned Stark."

"The only one I consider calling a traitor is you, Y/n. You see, I had you followed by another spy of this family, and they caught a glimpse of you kissing the Kingslayer. So yes, I name you a traitor against your own house from this day until the day I die." My uncle drew his sword over his shoulder about to swing at me once more until Jaime moves in front of me and takes a slice through his armor.

He fell onto a knee before my uncle retreated back into the castle, sending me a half guilty look for what he had done. Wrapping my arms around the lion soldier, I did my best to help him back in his tent and through the campground they had created. An old Maester came in the moment I got Jaime seated on the bed. "I should...uh have you.. stitched in a moment, ser Jaime."

"Uh I'm not so sure you're hands are that steady, grand Maester. I mean no offense by it." I stuttered eyeing the elderly man seeing him struggling to even put the thred through the needle because of how badly his hands were shaking.

The elderly man tried to assure me. "Ah not to worry my lady. I...oh...I have much practice at this."

"Grand Maester, I would prefer you leave the sticking to Lady Tully here. I know Edmure had some wounds on him that I request you take care of." Jaime glanced at the elderly man before he set his tools down for me leaving us with a bow to the commander of the Kingsguard.

Slowly moving in front of the golden lion, I couldn't shake the uneasy question weighing down in the pit of my stomach. "Ser Jaime, I - uh have to ask. But why did you jump in front of my uncles sword and take a scratch meant for me?"

"Because, Y/n... you don't look at me like everyone else does. You don't give me the look that I've seen for 17 years. You don't see me as an oathbreaker. And I don't see you as a traitor like your uncle does at this very moment." Jaime reached for with his real hand gently taking my hand in his with his green eyes pouring into mine so strong and yet so softly too.

I moved my free hand to pull his shirt sleeve up so I could fix the wound, but his words took over all my concentration at the moment. Squeezing his hand in mine I was truly at a loss for words. "I...I don't know what to say, Jaime...or what should I do?"

"Tell me whether or not our short kiss the night I took you hostage meant nothing. That you didn't feel what I did." He blurted out, sending me that cheeky smile, but it dropped when he met my gaze, becoming all serious about his next choice of words. "Or rather tell me if I'm sitting here trying to get this out and sounding like an idiot." I gulped completely in awe and utterly terrified of what to say next to the famous Jaime Lannister.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

Tag list - @makeshift-prime @rosie-posie08 @lover-of-books-and-tea

- Part 3 anyone??? 😉

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radioactivepeasant · 10 months

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Fic Prompts: Snippet Monday

Some weeks ago, @sparguscityangel and I were discussing the world map in Jak 2, and it occurred to me that at least one character refers to the northeastern area of the main continent as The Wasteland as well as the island to the west. And in the Jak and Daxter franchise, plot holes are just writer worldbuilding opportunities. So we started tossing around the idea of there being two or three separate communities of Wastelanders, all in different environments, because "wasteland" doesn't automatically mean "desert". And we thought "maybe they're all loosely affiliated and the leaders of the clans meet up every once in a while". For context, my idea of the other clans was Longstump Clan, down where the swamp used to be in TPL, and Foothills Clan, which lives around what used to be the Spider Caves and the base of Snowy Mountain. All this then got incorporated into Adopted Dadmas au with a pinch of Spy Tess. (That bit comes tomorrow)

"Fine young gun you've got there, Wolf."

The chief of the Longstump settlement took a drag on his intricately carved pipe and nodded to where Jak was climbing up one of the old pillars to watch for Marauder activity below. The old man snorted as the boy turned an unnecessarily elaborate flip to make it to the top.

"What is he now, eighteen? Nineteen?"

"Sixteen, by count of his last physical," Damas answered, sparing the boy a glance. A faint smile tugged at his cheek. "Sixteen, impudent, and always climbing, that one."

Sal puffed out a smoky chuckle. "No wonder the Foothills band likes him."

He leaned back and shook out the soft hide vest and tunic common to the inland Wastelanders, rattling with wooden beads and Precursor metal. His hands were wrinkled, and his face creased; Sal was old enough to be Damas’s father, but his hair was the same deep teak it was in his youth, tied back in neat plaits.

"At the rate he's going, he'll have no trouble when it's time for his Proving," Sal observed.

"Hm."

The Proving. That was what the Wastelanders of Longstump called the trials to usher newcomers into their ranks: a three day test of strength against metalheads in the basin, with an amulet awarded for each day survived.

The Foothill Wastelanders called their test Running the Spire. Young warriors or outsiders wishing to join had to race up a dangerous trail on the border of the Marauder homelands, without being caught by Marauders or dangerous wildlife, and infiltrate Snowy Mountain to bring back a piece of Marauder armor.

By comparison, the Arena was a far more controlled environment, with more rules. There was a strange irony in that.

Damas couldn't have said why the swell of pride he felt was so overwhelmingly strong, but he didn't bother to hide it.

"Jak has already passed the first two trials of his Proving," he corrected the Longstump chief with a full smile.

"I predict that before winter, he will join the warriors' councils as an equal."

Sal took another puff of his pipe and shook his head in wonder. "Two amulets and he's sixteen. Shee-oo! You dune-wolves don't do anything by halves, do you? You must be so proud."

Damas looked up. "I am," he murmured, smiling.

From the top of the pillar, Jak seemed to feel his stare. He looked down and made a questioning face. Damas snorted and signed up at him, "No moncaw-business! I'm not stealing light eco from the temple if you fall down and break both your arms!"

Sal laughed out loud beside him. "Ah! I remember telling my daughters that all the time!"

Yvelle, matriarch of the Foothills Clan finally looked up from the trade agreements the three had been exchanging. "Sometimes you just have to let them learn the hard way," she offered.

Damas made a face. "Can't. He convinced an Oracle in Haven city to teach him how to battle-shift -- like the Sages used to in the history books -- and now half the time he just regenerates whatever damage he's done to himself. I tell you, if my hair wasn't already white..."

"Your boy is a War Sage?" Sal sputtered, choking on smoke.

Yvelle's eyes glittered with interest. "No wonder he's half done with his Proving already. Hey, if you need a break, just send him up to the Caves. We'll tire him out."

"In your dreams, Yvelle," Damas scoffed. "Get your own kid: Jak's mine!"

"Worth a shot," the woman joked. "But seriously, my Lurker Wastelanders are asking about taking back their ancestral city in Frosthold. Loooooot of Marauders up there. We could use a War Sage."

Damas leaned back and searched the sky for a moment before his eyes landed on the Day-Star. He frowned. "Let's deal with subverting the apocalypse first. Then we'll see how far I'm willing to let my boy travel unaccompanied."

Of course, Jak would likely have all three amulets by then, and thus be considered old enough to go where he wanted. But Damas wasn't fond of the idea. He'd lost one son, why tempt fate by letting another wander far from home without supervision?

#jak and daxter #fic prompts #writing prompts #snippet monday #adopted dadmas #wastelander ocs #jak and daxter ocs #Sal has four daughters in their twenties and thirties and he's very well versed in Teen Wastelander Nonsense #Yvelle has no children because she'd rather be Bad Influence Auntie to everyone #dadmas #king damas #damas has only recently adopted jak but he's absolutely going to make his peers think he raised jak from childhood #jak plays along because he's never had a dad before and he's loving it #part two to follow tuesday #during the whole meeting dax is having the time of his life ruling the cook tent with an iron fist #spot the Horizon Zero Dawn reference 😉#the Longstump and Foothills Wastelanders have elements loosely inspired by the HZD Nora and Banuk #adopted dadmas au

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sansastarkmeta · 1 year

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Sansa, the whistleblower

The following indented paragraphs are all quoted from a post by @bidonica from 2011 (I'm reposting the bulk of it with permission).

I think we shouldn't underestimate the angle of both Sandor and Petyr not only playing a role in her disillusionment in knights and honor in general, but also triggering Sansa's sexual awakening in sort of an oblique way ("oblique" especially when comparing it to Dany's - I think that by now Sansa is of the same age as Daenerys in AGoT?). The scene where she overhears Lysa and Petyr having sex and then she has a nightmare about her wedding night where she substitutes Tyrion with Sandor really stuck with me in this sense. So idk, while I think that Petyr's impact on Sansa's arc is the one now on the forefront - and also the one that makes for the biggest ripercussions on the bigger story - I'm not sure Sandor is entirely out of her life either? Mostly because I think he and Petyr kind of act as each other's foil where Sansa is concerned, one is all about the importance of lies while the other is all about telling it like it is, down to the physicality like Sandor being huge and rough where Petyr is short and refined. I'm also pretty sure that Sandor is projecting on Sansa just as much as Petyr is projecting his dream!Cat on her

Bold emphasis is mine because I thought it was a really interesting observation. (And if anyone has written about this or has thoughts to share, please do!)

(though it bugs the hell out of me that GRRM uses "little bird" both as Sandor's nickname for Sansa and for Varys' child spies. Which from an in-story perspective is probably just a coincidence because it's a common phrase or something? But is it? #secondguessingEVERYTHING)

Sandor calls Sansa a little bird because he's calling her out on repeating back things she's been taught, like a parrot would. Varys' little birds act similarly in the sense that it's in their job description as spies to repeat everything they hear back to Varys. Of course, unlike Varys, Sansa doesn't exactly have some grand hidden political agenda.

But there's definitely food for thought there in terms of how it can relate back to Petyr who like Varys has his own spy network, but unlike Varys brings the bird motif directly onto himself (his personal arms bear mockingbirds… singing birds), and later onto Sansa through her posing as his bastard daughter Alayne (he even gifts her a mockingbird brooch as we learn in AFFC Alayne II) and teaching her how to play the game of thrones. Add in Bran who is being taught to use the weirwoods to see through time and space (and eventually influence events) by Bloodraven, and who has his own bird motif going on… I guess GRRM really wants us to know birds go hand in hand with scheming in ASOIAF. And scheming definitely deals with questions of honesty and falsehoods, a recurring theme in Sansa's storyline.

We see Sansa become a more convincing liar throughout the books, but also become more comfortable with lies under Petyr's influence (see AFFC Sansa I) as he starts teaching/manipulating/grooming her all at the same time. Sandor called out Sansa on her so-called lies which was really about enacting "courtesy is a lady's armor" – and he wasn't the only one, Cersei and Tyrion call out Sansa too, in their thoughts or to her face. Depending on the scene, Sansa was just trying to be polite or her responses were the placating strategy of an abuse victim protecting herself from more potential abuse. It's worth mentioning Arya too, both a foil and parallel to her sister, who vocally chafed against Sansa's actual lies, and has been resorting to vigilantism lately. All this on top of an overarching thematic preoccupation with justice/honor/ideals found in almost every POV.

I'm entering speculation territory here, but I think this theme of truths/lies, the tension that derives from having values you want to uphold, and the time and place for it all will play out and come to a head in the context of confronting the reality of who Petyr is and the fine line she is walking alongside him in terms of culpability/responsibility. (In addition to what has already happened, who knows what else Petyr gets them entagled in by the time we see a resolution to this portion of her storyline.) Such a moment would also be an oppotunity to showcase Sansa honing her political skills (student surpassing the teacher trope, assuming she manages to keep her head which if nothing else seems a safe bet), as well as a step on her path to healing, likely as she brings him to justice for his crimes by coming forward as a witness or even accomplice. Sort of acting as a whistleblower, and here we're back to the little bird/mockingbird of it all.

#sansa stark #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #ssm #ssm originals #x sandor clegane #x petyr baelish #topic: themes and motifs #topic: bird and flight #topic: lies and truth #topic: morals and loss of innocence #topic: speculation #tbc: sansa will bring down littlefinger

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autisticbones · 1 year

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WIP whenever (and it's even Wednesday)

tagged by @should-i-say-it-like-a-spy (or rather, @firecatwashere was tagged but that's my main and this is where my fandom stuff lives)

this is a bit of fluff with my jedi knight Elara and her polycule, set at some unspecified time after Ossus.

Stifling a yawn, Elara stood in the doorway to her apartment within the base on Odessen and took stock of the day. Many logistical loose ends had been tied up, and she wanted nothing more than to rest and recharge with her loves. Fragrant spices wafted from the kitchen; Doc had promised comfort food and the smells were comforting indeed.

"I'm home," she said to no one in particular, strolling through the corridor toward her room. The Commander's quarters were a truly personalized marvel. The foyer opened into a large living space and kitchen, with a cozy dining nook for four in the far corner. Opposite the kitchen, a small corridor branched off into six rooms: an office with a private comm and Holonet link, a fresher, and four bedrooms. The largest bedroom was Elara's, with the en-suite fresher and the bed capable of accommodating her and all three of her partners simultaneously.

Approaching it now, she heard giggling from within. Unceremoniously, she stripped herself of the formal grey armor she wore on official Alliance business and reached into the walk-in closet for a pair of purple leggings and an old jacket of Doc's she liked to wear around the house - and found the source of the laughter. Theron and Lana sat below her clothes, lounging in what appeared to be a nest made from pillows and blankets. Elara smirked. "Having fun?"

"Very much," Lana answered, grabbing her hand and pulling her down to press a kiss to her lips. "The boys suggested it. Theron was particularly convincing." Elara's eyes flicked over to the vibrantly blushing spy snuggled between Lana and the wall, then back to a light bruise just under her left ear.

"Mmm, I see. And what brought this on?"

"You've been working so hard, gorgeous, so we wanted to give you a reason to take a break." Doc answered from behind, where Elara turned and saw that he'd brought dinner with him. Abruptly, Theron grabbed the arm Lana didn't have a hold on, and together they toppled Elara into the nest between them.

“We’ve also been doing some thinking,” Lana spoke next, wiggling to make room as Doc climbed in beside Theron, “about the four of us and our future together.” She kissed the forehead of the other woman softly as she settled, letting out a sigh. Elara tensed slightly; Lana’s usual certainty seemed to have made a sudden departure.

“Oh? What kind of thinking?”

“We want to get married. Properly, all of us, and invite guests.” Theron piped up next, reaching over to rest a hand on Elara’s shoulder. Her cheeks turned red at the contact, but she leaned into it. “But we need to know if you want to do that first.”

“So, Elara,” Lana’s confidence had returned in force.

“Gorgeous,” They’d planned this. She knew it. Joy scrambled any coherent thought she tried to have.

“Will you make us the luckiest constellation in the galaxy and marry us?” Theron finished the question, and she realized he had moved to hold one of her hands in his, with a ring ready to slip onto her finger. Lana and Doc watched her warmly and patiently from either side.

“Stars, yes, you chaotic fools,” The words burst forth once she’d finally untangled them from the sudden overwhelm, and time no longer seemed frozen as Theron slid the ring onto her finger. “Nothing would make me happier, but that was the most ominous buildup to a proposal I’ve ever heard, Lana,” Elara said. She was still almost dizzy with excitement. Somewhere in the background, Doc giggled.

“I was nervous!” Lana exclaimed in mock defensiveness. Elara grinned and planted a kiss on her nose.

no pressure tags for @templarhalo and @neurodiversebones and anyone else who wants to share!

#in the spirit of this being a WIP tag i am choosing to ignore the fact that there are parts of this i Know i need to edit #anyway here are my fluffy goobers #constellation: the lovers #oc: elara friss #lana beniko #theron shan #swtor doc #wip whenever #q #my writing

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kinkshame-the-courier · 1 year

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The second set of ocs, this time entirely original! Tungsten’s design and character are credit to @roseyturtles , whom I’ve been writing Chaye’s story with this whole time.

Questlines under the cut:

Cobalt Azul's Quest: Eggs In A Basket

In this questline you find Cobalt in Nipton, which is close to where his farm is. He has taken to guarding the town from the Legion with his domesticated Deathclaws. (A lot of the reason he's here is because it's important to the plot that Chaye doesn't immediately murder Vulpes lol). He is at first standoffish, but after a couple dialogue lines to persuade him that you're not Legion-affiliated, and that you're capable, he presents you with a quest.

There is a nest of wild Deathclaws that have taken up residence uncomfortably close to Nipton and to Cobalt's own herd, and he wants you to relocate the eggs so the wild herd will move. He says he'll reward you extra if you bring him three of the eggs for his own herd.

This isn't necessarily a beginner quest, but can be achieved more easily with certain in-game items. I'm not really an expert on in-game mechanics so I'll leave exactly what up to the imagination.

If you simply relocate the eggs and choose not to bring him any eggs, he rewards you with 200 caps.

If you bring him the three eggs, he rewards you with 400 caps, and a choice of any one non-faction outfit, as his farm also produces plant fiber he uses to create cloth. I think it would be neat if it also opens him up as a cosmetic vendor (similar to Fergio of the Kings) as long as you remain non-Legion.

Tungsten Shu's Quest: Good Egg

(Precedents: completion of "Eggs In A Basket")

You find Tungsten with a small group of Legionaries who are spying on you from a distance. He is dressed in typical Legionary armor, though it's obvious that he's lower ranking. It's relatively easy to miss his quest entirely, but if you sneak attack him and his party and spare his life, you are earned a chance to talk to him.

He is, regardless of how you go about killing the others, knocked unconscious. You are presented the option of dragging him under cover until he wakes up, in which he asks about what happened. You can lie to him and say you saved his life and his alone from a wild animal (which is what Chaye does), or tell the truth.

The first will make him much more inclined to listen to you when you attempt to convince him to leave the Legion, and you're given the option of telling him that there's a safe place at a farm near Nipton. He will, however, storm out regardless, after telling you that there's no way there's anywhere that would take him.

You don't see the rewards of this quest until much later, if you choose to visit Cobalt at his farm, in which he has Tungsten, unconscious, bandaged, and free of armor, laid out on a couch inside his house.

Cobalt explains that he found him washed up outside on the shore of the Colorado, and you witness a small conversation between the two later, where Cobalt establishes that Tungsten is welcome as long as he isn't going to follow Legion behavior anymore.

#my art #ellis art #cobalt azul #tungsten shu #deathclaw #maybe not the most fleshed out quests but im having fun!!#we're having fun i should say kdjfg #fnv ocs #my ocs #friends ocs

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inks-books · 2 years

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My-Writblr's WIPs

Hello! I'm remaking my introduction post because things have changed. I finished writing my 4 book series and now I have new WIPs to work on!!!

So as an introduction!

My name is Inks. I'm 32, aro/ace/agender. Pronouns are She/They. I have 3 cats and am baby sitting another for a while; as well as have a dog that I love dearly. I'm a writer at my job, and as a hobbyist. I LOVE fantasy and try to put it in all of my stories but I have a few that are just regular stories I promise LOL

So without further adieu, here are my current WIPs!

Curiosity Killed the Elf:

There’s nothing quite like Allonwë’s sense of mischief. From setting the Captain of the Guard’s eyebrows on fire, to driving her body guard insane trying to keep up with her antics, this princess knows how to keep things interesting. But when she bites off more than she can chew by finding a shiny bracelet in a secret room guarded by a haunted suit of armor, things start to get complicated. Only finding out that it’s actually a weapon of mass destruction AFTER she barters the bracelet off to some random travelers that are more than what they seem, Allonwë and her body guard Natanael have to scramble to get the bracelet back at all cost before her parents realize she’s missing!

Love Triangle Gone Wrong:

Being a pansexual werecat isn’t all it’s chalked up to be especially when being diabetic makes you have to shift in the middle of work. But Ethan makes it work. Until he’s forced to imprint on someone who is married and about to have a kid. THAT’S the worst. At least he isn’t like Lucien who was cursed by a witch to turn into a werewolf at night (except on a New Moon). Until that is Lucien imprints on Ethan’s Imprintee too! What?! Now they have to figure out who’s going to win the girl’s heart whilst fighting each other. But what they don’t know about Hope is that she has a few secrets of her own. One being the fact she’s Aro Ace and not in the market for a relationship. But how does that work? Isn’t she already in a relationship? Find out how this mess solves itself as the pages unfold their story!

Mirrored Secrets:

Separated from her clan while they fled their homeland in fear of being killed by the Roman Army, Maura is captured and sold into slavery. Feared for her flame colored hair in this new land, she is forced to work as a medicine woman of a brothel in the very capital city she sought to avoid. There she meets a stranger that changes everything. Having also been sold into slavery and forced to fight in the arena for the Emperor's entertainment, "The Demon" as he is called, is more than just gladiator in the ring. His wish to hide his true nature is put in jeopardy when he meets Maura and she can see straight through his disguise. But he discovers her secret too. Working together to hide their secrets, these two unlikely friends begin to plot their escape from the dreaded Roman Empire, but will they make it out alive? The Emperor seems to have other plans.

The Blue Eyed Thief

Brought up by a schizophrenic soldier of a father who was preparing for the government to take him out, Nindë didn't have a normal childhood. Living in a secluded place, her only solace was a friend she would sneak out to meet at the edge of the compound she grew up in. One day, Nindë watches her friend get kidnapped right before her very eyes and she goes to her father for help. Big Mistake. Now thinking she is a spy for the government and that she's been selling information on them to her 'friend', Nindë's father starts to hunt her down. Escaping into the world, Nindë lives on the streets, learning to fight underground to survive and never staying in one place or long. Then, one day, a man claiming to be her godfather says he knows where her friend is and that he knew Nindë's mother. When he convinces her to stay with him by showing her that her friend is alive and well, Nindë is introduced to a higher society than she's used to and is surrounded by people that consider her feral. Now needing to learn how to blend in to this new environment, Nindë catches the eye of someone who she frankly can't stand because he goes against all she stands for. When he starts making amends though, Nindë finds herself caught up in a whirlwind romance that she did NOT have planned, nor does she think she can have with her father still out there and after her. Can she have a normal life and closure with the people who've saved her from the streets or will her father find her and ruin it all? Or will something else happen entirely?

I'm going to stop here even though I have more WIPs I'm technically working on because this post is long enough already, and the other WIPs are drawing related comics I'm trying to find an artist to help me draw. I've got the story I just need help drawing it.

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9, 12, 15, 18, and 25 for Bull Armor!

9. Who usually initiates hugs?

Early on in the relationship, it's Bull Armor. He can tell how happy it makes me and so he likes doing it! Also, I'm a bit on the touch starved side, so I don't know how okay it is to initiate for a while. Doesn't help that he is very big and so it's hard to figure out how to hug him without it being awkward!

But once I get into the swing of things and figure out that he likes hugs too, it definitely flips and becomes me. I'm a hugger! I love hugging him! He's so big!

But we're both dorky ass cuddle bugs, let's be honest.

12. Who is an "early bird" and who is a "night owl"?

A little harder to define for us! I get up early for my job, but if left to my own devices, I'm a definite night owl! Meanwhile, since Bull Armor is a robot, he also is tethered to the schedule of his job and plans his recharge time precisely and accordingly. Not only that, but he definitely burns the candle on both ends, so to speak-- he'll get up early and stay up late. That being said, we always schedule any outings for the afternoons, just to make sure I'll actually be up by then.

Simplifying the crap though? Bull's an early birdie, I'm a night owl. Compromise is "plan things for 2 PM".

15. Who convinces the other to do things using puppy-dog eyes?

Him. Lord, it's him. It's not his fault that his face is just perpetually like 🥺 but he WILL use that to his advantage whenever the chance arises! I can't say no to those big doe eyes!!! And he's always so damn sweet adafhdkgfhZjvzfh

18. Who deals with the flying cockroach if there's one in the room?

BULL ARMOR. He's a nearly 7 foot tall robot that can't get bit by a bug. He better use that electronic brain of his to carefully put it in a cup and put it outside, because we would both still cry if the creature was harmed but FUCK it canNOT be in my HOME.

25. Who chooses violence and who tries to hold the other back when someone tries to pick a fight with you?

I choose violence and he picks me up to try and diffuse the situation. I will not tolerate slander and I WILL hit anybody (mecha, Leaguer, or human, no one is safe) with the nearest stick-like-object if I have to! Absolutely nobody gets to bad mouth my man or talk about ANYTHING he's sensitive about! And if you bring up those guys he killed, I'm wriggling out of his grasp and going for your neck with my teeth!

Bull on the other hand, really needs to be pushed to get to the point of violence. (Keep in mind, the only times in the show where he was pushed to hurt anyone in the present was when Gold Arm was relentlessly hurting his teammates while mocking him and when Top Joy unrepentantly revealed himself as a spy.) He's scared of his strength and from the bottom of his heart does not want anyone to get hurt.

That being said, I think that if someone said something mean to me about me, and he heard... He might not be as pacifistic as usual. I don't think he would be opposed to a well placed headbutt or punch. I'm assuming Leaguers are programmed to be physically incapable of bringing direct harm to a human, but I think a death glare and a growl from a giant robot is enough to make most people still freak out.

#long post //#Buruburi #original Buruburi content

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THESEUS - a dsmp story ( DreamSMP x Queen!Reader)

CHAPTER 3: YOU’LL BE BACK TIME WILL TELL, YOU’LL REMEMBER THAT I SERVED YOU WELL.

Chapter Summary: Declarations are written, you and Eret have a talk, finally you make a decision, and Tommy wants to fight someone.

pairing: c!wilbur x queen!reader

an// I hope you guys want more of this story cause I have some more ideas for y/n to go through.

⚠︎ swearing, dsmp spoliers(?), angst, mentions of fighting, not proofread.

word count: 4.0k

part 2 - part 4

"Life. Liberty. And the pursuit of victory." Wilbur finished closing the book with a huff.

You had been listening the whole time. Of course it was good, but you finally figured out what L'Manburg stands for even more. Wilbur made this place because of freedom. They wanted independence from the kingdom itself. It was sort of contradictory at first, You couldn't get your finger on it. All in all it was a beautiful piece of writing and it showed the true feelings of this land.

"What do you think?" Wilbur had gotten up and placed the book in a chest.

He stayed over there by the chest in the corner leaning against said chest while staring at You still sitting at the huge meeting table. You sat there for a good 5 minutes. He had read the book slowly emphasizing the parts which were supposed to hit hard. You had to admit it seemed rushed, but still beautiful.

"It was a beautiful piece!"

"Thank you! I wrote it myself." Wilbur smirked as he sat down on the edge of the table.

"I would've guessed so." You laughed a little. It was still a serious matter to you.

"I'm still curious as to why you are here." Wilbur had spoken out of nowhere. It was completely off topic.

"I'm curious as to why you still have me here." You shot back.

"Touchè" Wilbur thinned his lips as he looked out the van's window.

You followed his line of sight and saw what was happening outside. Tubbo was currently laying down on the grass while Tommy sat by him staring at the door of the van. Eret stood up talking to Tubbo and Fundy was lying on his stomach facing away from the group, but it seems like he was still listening because his fox ears kept perking up when Eret or Tubbo spoke.

It was a long silence before Wilbur spoke again and filled that silence.

"Tommy found a woman to join L'Manburg earlier on, but you were American so we didn't let you in. He didn't like that at all. I'm surprised he hasn't convinced Tubbo to shun you." Wilbur shook his head while laughing.

"So you let me in? Why?" You asked, still serious.

"You're Eret's wife now, also half American. Half." Wilbur explained while making pitching motions with his fingers.

Before You could speak Wilbur started again, "Also I said you intrigued me, you haven't found your place, I assume. L'Manburg might be your home."

You hummed in agreement. He was right, but you weren't going to tell him that. You were in the middle of a debacle all of a sudden. You just wanted to be a citizen of this new kingdom that your close friend was a part of. You felt so small, you felt like you had no purpose. Maybe this is your calling.

You were conflicted. This could be a new home. But then.

Your eyes widened as you stared out of the window looking at Tubbo and Fundy laughing in the grass at what Eret said, and Tommy tapping his fingers on his thigh staring worriedly at the van's door. This can't be youhome. You were a spy. You were going to be queen. This is youplace, not some fake country in the woods. You eventually had to go back to Dream, Sapnap and George. That's your purpose.

"I'll be a part of L'Manburg. I want to become a part of L'Manburg. " You stated strongly, trying to make your facadè stronger.

"What if I say no again?" Wilbur smirked.

"I am going to be a part of L'Manburg. This is my home right" You smugly.

"We'll see after today. I'm going to take this and go outside and read out the Declaration to my fellow L'Manburgians. C'mon." Wilbur walked back over to the chest and took out the book.

Wilbur beckoned You over to the door and they both exited the HTO Van together.

"Oh my gosh! What were you two doing in there?!" Tommy shot up from his seat on the grass and sped walked over to the duo. Fundy was finally sat up by both Tubbo and Eret.

"Having adult conversations, which you know nothing about." Wilbur said laughing.

"Hey! I am a grown adult! At least more grown up than Tubbo over there!" Tommy complained pointing at the other kid.

"Hey we are the same in maturity I like to think!" Tubbo sat up from his spot.

"I haven't been here for long, but Tommy is the least mature person here." You sighed.

"HEY!"

"THANK YOU!"

"Hey children gather around!" Wilbur finally interrupted the meaningless conversation.

Fundy, Eret, Tommy, and Tubbo gathered around Wilbur and You.

"You wanted to know what we two were doing, well." Wilbur brings the book from behind his back into their view.

"This is the new declaration! Gentlemen, I need you all to sign this." Wilbur handed the book to Tubbo first and then passed it around.

They all seemed proud. Their eyes lit up as the book was passed around. You could see Tubbo trying not to flip through the pages, Fundy was over Tubbos shoulder looking at how intricate the book was. Tommy was impatiently waiting while Eret stood calmer to the side.

All of a sudden You heard something around the walls of L'Manburg. It was like a loud rustling of somesort. You quickly scaled the walls with your eyes and found a familiar set of netherite armor and black hair. You saw three other figures in that same area as well. You saw Dream and George and a new face you haven't seen before. He had tufts on blonde hair coming out of his helmet. He looked dangerous.

"Um guys. You have visitors." You said while still looking at the four soldiers over the walls.

"Oh god." Eret whispered.

"Um they are in here. They're in HERE." Tommy said anxiously.

"It's fine they can watch this. I want them to hear." Wilbur said as he beckoned the five of them to the top of the HTO van.

Once they made it all on the top of the van Wilbur faced the four before speaking out in a loud strong voice.

"THE DECLARATION OFINDEPENDANCE

Signed: Wilbur Soot, Tubbo_, TommyInnit, ERET, Fundy

Forever the nation of the DreamSMP have cast great sins upon our great land of the hto dog van. They have robbed us. Imprisoned us. Threatened us. Killed many of our men. This time of tyranny ends with us this book declares that the nation which shall be henceforth known as L'Manberg is seperate, emancipated and independant from the nation of DreamSMP. The union of the masters of men.”

Wilbur began to pace around the area they were all in as he continued the long declaration.

“Together we are one. When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one to dissolve the bonds which bind us. Disregarding of this truth is nothing short of tyranny. WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF EVIDENT. THAT ALL _MEN_ ARE CREATED EQUAL The right of the people exists above the right of the king. The right of the government and the right of the economy. From the hto dog van we shall prevail. Life. Liberty. And the pursuit of victory." Wilbur ended.

"Im framing this fucker" The boys started cheering as Wilbur jumped down and entered the van.

You couldn't take your eyes off of the soldiers. You watched as there was something that fell inside the walls. From afar it looked like a book, a book that fell on the ground inside the walls. The boys were still talking and cheering, but apparently Tommy followed your gaze to the book that fell.

"What is that?" Tommy said and You and him hopped down and walked over to the book that was dropped.

It had to be from Dream. You looked up the walls and saw no one there, they must've left. Tommy picked up the book and flipped through it.

"Uh oh." Tommy said suddenly.

"Uh oh what?" You peaked over Tommy's shoulder.

He handed you the book and your heart dropped. "Declaration of War."

"Oh shit." You whispered

"Yeah" Tommy and You headed back to the van.

Tommy snatched the book from You's hand and yelled to Wilbur who was still in the van.

"Wilbur! There’s a book for you. He dropped a book!" Tommy yelled. Tommy and You made their way into the van and found Wilbur leaning underneath a door frame.

"Hold this for me. Let's swap books." Wilbur said.

Wilbur took the new book and began to read it aloud.

"Decla- uh oh."

"Wait, can you read it out loud?" Tubbo asked

"What was it called?" Eret asked as well.

Wilbur made his way back into the meeting room, sat down, plopped the book on the table and everyone followed suit into the room. He placed his head into his hands and began to speak again.

"The dec- the declaration of war." He finally said.

"OH!"

"Oh no!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are in a state of war." Eret said playfully next to me.

"This is how we consolidate our power! Men this is not something to fear, this is how we show that we are a nation. If we can hold this off, if we can thwart their advances. Do you know why they're attacking us? Power, greed," Wilbur paces around the HTO van angery still ranting about the situation.

"They're scared!" Tubbo added

"If we can show that our nation is strong enough to hold up against an army, then we can show that we are strong enough to run independently."

"You shouldn't have to prove yourself to Dream if you want independence." You spoke up.

The L'Manburgians were now outside since they followed Wilbur out here.

Wilbur turned around to face You with a neutral face. It was a contrast from just a few minutes ago.

"You're right. For now though we need to show we can stand up for ourselves, they think we are weak. We aren't."

"I understand." You hummed and an awkward silence fell upon L'Manburg.

"Y/N, would you like to become a citizen of L'Manburg?" Wilbur asked formally.

This was a part of the test wasn't it? So many thoughts were going through your head at the moment. This had to be a part of the plan. The whole Declaration of War. You wouldn't get hurt right? And then L'Manburg, you had to accept because if not everything would go to waste.

You smiled, "I would love to Wilbur."

Wilbur extended his hand out for you to shake and You grabbed it and shook hand firmly. It was official.

"Aye! Did I just see what I think I just saw?!" Tubbo and Fundy appeared out of nowhere.

"I saw a handshake~! Very professional." Fundy said, adding to what Tubbo said prior.

"Yes it did! I am a L'Manburgian now!" You cheered and so did Tubbo.

"The first woman in L'Manburg." Wilbur said.

"WHAT? The first woman in L'Manburg is American?!" Tommy angrily stomped out from around the van.

"You're a good addition I think." Wilbur smirked at Tommy, who was fuming.

"Hm, we'll see about that." Tommy narrowed his eyes at You, but you just smiled at the boy. Apparently that made him even more upset.

Tommy began to walk away before Wilbur began to speak again.

"Before you all leave, we need to have potions, more enchanted bows, arrows, and armor. That's all for now. I'll figure out the rest tomorrow." Wilbur finished and the others agreed.

"Goodbye everyone!"

"See you all tomorrow!"

Fundy and Tubbo left the L'Manburg walls leaving Tommy, Eret, You and Wilbur still inside the walls.

"Y/N can I talk to you for a minute?" Eret pulled you to the side. Currently Tommy and Wilbur were talking inside the van and You was chilling outside.

Eret took you away from the van and to a semi secluded place.

"Are you comfortable with what's happening?" Eret carefully asked.

"I'm unsure what's going to happen. I hate that feeling. I'm just worried that something will go wrong. I don't wanna die!" You said that last part while laughing.

Eret laughed a little too trying to lighten up the mood.

"I am too. We have to live long enough to become king and queen." Eret smiled and so did You.

"I don't want to die. Yeah that's one problem, but the other one is that I don't know where I belong. It's hard, is this your home Eret?"

Eret sighed, "Ahh! That's the problem! I would consider this my home."

Eret paused looking at Tommy and Wilbur talking by the HTO van. He took a second and looked You in the eyes again.

"I have the same feeling as you, but I feel like this can't be our purpose. This isn't meant to be, this home is temporary like a wilting home. We can always buy a new one after the old home withers away." Eret concluded.

You and Eret turned their heads to the noise of Wilbur and Tommy playfully bickering, they seemed like brothers, it was cute. The citizens of L'Manburg seemed like a family.

L'Manburg was a calm place. It was a calm house in a huge storm, but sometimes the house can get destroyed by the storm and it will be time to find a new house.

"We'll be okay. You're right by the way." You hummed looking up at Eret.

"I know." Eret smiled down at You.

"You know that we'll be okay? Or-"

Eret cut You off by pulling you into a comforting hug.

"We'll be okay, Dream would never hurt us. You know that. And I am always right." Eret laughed and You joined.

"Hey fuckers, I'm out!" Tommy yelled as he made his way towards the two in a hug.

They pulled away as Wilbur made his way over as well and spoke in a baby voice, "The baby needs someone to take him home~!"

"NO I DON'T! I'M NOT A BABY! I just don't want to get mugged." Tommy complained.

"He is a baby." Wilbur bluntly said.

"I AM NOT-"

"Hey! I can take you home!" You spoke over Tommy.

"Thank God, okay bye you two!" Eret laughed.

"Shouldn't you be with your wife?" Wilbur questioned Eret.

Eret shrugged, "I'm 100% sure you can take care of yourself, she can fight. Also she's not alone."

Wilbur slowly nodded and then began to walk away. The rest of them followed to the outskirts of L'Manburg. The group all ended outside of the walls and split apart. Wilbur goes with Eret and You with Tommy.

The walk through the forest was rough because Tommy always took the most difficult way. He walked his way into skeletons to fight them, He sometimes stopped to check his menu, He also kept talking while not waiting for an answer. It was a lot to travel with him.

They eventually made it into the greater part of the kingdom and saw the familiar sights. As Tommy led the way, he began another conversation from the long journey.

"So, I can't believe I haven't asked you this before," Tommy laughed "Let me begin with this: I don't like you, but I will put up with you"

Tommy walked backwards through grass as he talked.

"Wow what a great start." You sarcastically said, rolling your eyes.

"Don't test me. I just wanted to know why you married Eret in the first place." Tommy turned around and kept the pace You had while walking beside you.

Damn it. You were so close, of course Tommy would be suspicious of you. He basically said he hated you and now You think that he wants you out of L'Manburg. This might all go to shit if you can't get the right answer out of your mouth.

"I love him of course! Why wouldn't you want to marry someone you love?" What a lie.

You continued, "We were set up by a close friend, I am still getting to know him more and more each day, but isn't that with all relationships?"

"It seems so," Tommy spoke.

Tommy began stuttering over his words,

"Of course I know! I've been with women! Anyways, I didn't even know you were apart of the kingdom so-"

"So you wouldn't know how long me and Eret were together! So whatever you were gonna say would be invalid!" You shot back while pointing at him with a smirk.

Tommy hummed, "You're acting very territorial, very defensive."

"Is it bad that I am trying to defend my relationship?" You asked.

"You were very sudden with it." Tommy huffed.

An awkward silence fell upon the two as they kept walking, You not knowing where their destination was. After a while of nothing Tommy started a conversation again.

"I overheard Big E talking about fighting! Do you know how to fight?" Tommy asked enthusiastically.

"I like to think I do!" You said proudly.

You had learned everything you knew from your own self training and Dream of course. He always talked about how great a fighter you would be, so he took it into his hands to train You.

"Well, are you? I didn't see you fighting that many skeletons huh?!"

"Because you kept "running into them" and fighting them yourself!" You yelled back and did air quotations around certain words.

"Cause I wanna get stronger! Buffer! The alpha male!" Tommy boasted.

"Well why put yourself into trouble in the first place?" You sighed.

"Cause it's fun!" Tommy's voice got significantly higher the more he complained.

"You don't think I can fight?" You laughed in disbelief.

"Yeah!" Tommy challenged.

"Then I challenge you to a duel!" You crossed your arms over your chest and tried to size Tommy up, even though you were shorter than him.

"Woah, woah what?!"

You smirked, "You heard me Tommy! I want to fight you."

Tommy began walking faster and You had to do the same. He kept shaking his head and muttering something. You finally caught up with him and overheard what he was muttering.

"What would Wilbur think of this?"

He muttered.

"He would be okay! Fight me! C'mon pussy!"

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!?"

You got him. You really wanted to fight this boy. You could prove yourself to him and even the rest of L'Manburg. You might've been contradicting yourself because of what you had said earlier.

"You shouldn't have to prove yourself to Dream if you want independence."

You shouldn't have to prove yourself to Tommy nor Wilbur to gain their trust. But at the same time you REALLY wanted to fight, have some drama. You're hard-headed just like Tommy, so either way they were going to fight.

"Fine! We will fight by the HTO van tomorrow!" Tommy said walking backwards heading off the path that they were going.

"Deal?" You reached out to shake his hand.

"Fucking deal!" Tommy exclaimed while shaking your hand.

Tommy walked in front of you and made his way to a house made of dirt. It was well made and, although it didn't look horrible, it was probably a secret base.

"This is my home! I'll see you tomorrow for our duel. Don't be late." Tommy said while entering his house and closing the door on You before you got the chance to speak.

This is going to be very interesting.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here!" A british voice appeared to the side of You.

Approaching the Prime Path was of course George and Sapnap. They always appeared at the right time because You were getting nervous you wouldn't make it back to the castle.

"Guys!" You exclaimed.

"Hey! We wanted to talk to you before, but you were occupied with "L'Manburg"." Sapnap put air quotes around L'Manburg like it wasn't real.

"We also wanted to walk you back home. Eret’s not being a good husband huh?" George laughed.

You spoke,"I was fine! Almost blew my cover though."

"WHAT?"

"HUH?"

"Yeah I was walking Tommy home and he asked me why I married Eret and I panicked, but saved it!" You hurriedly explained to the two men.

"Jesus you would have ruined everything." Sapnap rubbed his face while walking ahead of George and You.

"But she didn't! You almost did." George sighed.

"I thought I did well." You hummed.

"Also sorry for the scare earlier." Sapnap said while laughing a bit.

You sarcastically stated, "Yeah the whole "Declaration of War" didn't scare me at all."

"Aw boo hoo!" Sapnap mocked.

George shook his head while trying to keep in a laugh beside You. They were almost to their destination because you saw the huge castle in your sights. Sapnap dragged his feet on the path tiredly while George still had a small pep in his step.

You finally spoke up again, "Who was that other guy with the three of you? I've never seen him before."

"OH you haven't met Punz! He's one of the best fighters in the kingdom." George explained.

"Dream wants him on his side, he's getting many more warriors, "warriors", to fight against your L'Manburg." George put air quotes around warriors as he continued to explain.

"He won't hurt you. None of us will, if that's what you're wondering." Sapnap said bluntly.

"I mean that makes me more comfortable now I definitely know." You hummed and so did Sapnap in agreement.

You would love to say that Dream would never hurt you, but that would be a lie. You never knew Dream's intentions from the beginning, but he always says that it's for your own good and it would work out in the end. You trusts Sapnap and George's word, you trust them with your life. Literally.

The trio made it to the castle's entrance and they all stopped. Sapnap yawned and George rubbed You on the back in a reassuring manner.

"Man, I have a lot to do." You sighed as you looked at the huge arches of the castle.

"Well get some rest! Ease your mind." George said.

"Yeah what he said." Sapnap said while stretching.

You smiled at the two of them before beginning to walk up to the main doors. Sapnap reached out to your shoulder and twisted you around to give the two boys a final look for the night.

"Are you 100% sure you are okay with this plan?" Sapnap said sternly.

"Cause you know we have to report back to the big guy." George added.

You paused for a moment. You looked back on the moment when Wilbur and yourself were in the HTO van

"You haven't found your place, I assume. L'Manburg might be your home."

That whole place could be your home. Her calling, but then Sapnap and George in front of you. What about them?

"When have I ever steered you wrong?!"

Dreams' words circled in your head again for what it seemed like the 5th time today. It was tiring, but it was true. Even if you weren't okay with it you would get killed, so you want Eret and yourself to be safe. You didn't have enough connection with the L'Manburgians to keep them alive. This has to be you calling. Please let this be your calling.

"I am 100% sure. Let's do this."

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Space Cowboy- part 2

Trying Not to Get Shot

Warnings- Swearing, Canon Typical Violence. Din pretends to be mean.

Pairing- Din Djarin x F!OC

A/N- Hi! They finally meet in this chapter. Let me know what y'all think, I'm working on the 3rd chapter now and it will most likely be posted on AO3 first. Thanks for reading!

Prologue Part 1 AO3 Wattpad

"Shit... fuck... fucking shit balls"

Sedona couldn't stop the string of curses that passed through her as she shifted her hands to fists on the metal floor in front of her. She tried to lean forward, taking some of the weight off her knees. Her eyes flew open. Everything that just happened suddenly rushing to her. Taking deep breaths she tries to get her bearings.

She was somewhere much, much colder than Florida. There's was a slight hum in the air, she moved her head up wards. The sight nearly put her into shock.

This place was strangely familiar, it was all metal, with many doors and compartments. Boxes stacked against rounded walls, netting and other things her mind couldn't comprehend quite yet hung from the walls. Warm fluorescent lights lit up the space that she knew far too well.

This was the fucking Razor Crest.

Her mouth hung open as she swiveled her head to look behind her, wet hair hung limply in her face. There was another terrifying sight. The carbonite freezer, she took a large shuddering breath. Shifting her weight further forward, she prepared to move to sit on her ass when-

"Don't move."

That voice. Sedona knew that voice very well, it sent a shiver down her spine.

In that moment she knew, she was fucked.

"Who are you" "Please don't shoot me" They spoke at the same time, her words stumbled out broken in a desperate plea. His were strong and commanding.

"Turn around, slowly." The modulated voice was rough. She never thought it would ever breach her real ears, only used to hearing it through television speakers. She pressed her weight into her hands, swiveling slowly to meet the beskar man himself.

And he was so so much taller than her T.V made him appear. The metal gleamed in the artificial light, broad and threatening. With a blaster trained directly onto her head. She slowly shifted her weight back onto her legs, trying not to wince as the pain gripped her thighs again. Raising her arms above her head she finally looked into the visor, of the fucking Mandalorian.

It really did not help her situation that she knew exactly who was under the helmet.

"Who are you, how did you get on my ship." If she wasn't already hyperventilating out of fear she most likely would've turned into a puddle on the floor at the sound of the rough growl. But her fear instinct was beating down any kind of arousal with a broom stick, matching her pounding heart.

"I- I don't know, I'm not from here... I'm from Earth" she was a stuttering mess, her eyes darted around, she couldn't meet the T shaped visor, "please don't kill me, I don't know how I got here."

There was silence. Her hands shook above her head. The chill running down her spine intensified under his hard stare. She could tell he was observing her closely, sizing her up, making sure she wasn't a threat. Then it hit her. She knew this timeline well, she had re watched both seasons on Disney + multiple times, shamefully.

For the plot of course.

She needed to figure out exactly where they were in the series right now. Her heart raced faster, eyes roamed his armor, trying to guess what had just happened based on the wear and tear. It was the pure silver Beskar, so she knew he had turned in the child, but she wasn't sure if he'd gotten him back yet. Before she could ask, the blaster was suddenly much closer to her head.

"Are you here for the Child." She couldn't stop the breath of relief that whooshed out of her lungs. Thank GOD he has the child. But she still wasn't out of the woods yet, she had to somehow convince the most skeptical single father in the galaxy that he didn't have to kill her.

"No, no, I would protect the child with my life." The way he stiffened made her realize she probably didn't say the right thing. "Wait, please I j-just have to explain, I don't know how I got here but I'm from an alternate universe."

"You have 5 minutes." She understood of course, but having 5 minutes to argue her right to live was going to be difficult.

"I- I was in my hotel and now I'm here," she gulped scrambling for the right words, "I'm from Earth. Where I come from this galaxy is... a f-fictional universe, I-I have information I can give you. I know what's going to happen."

She quickly decided convincing him she could be useful was going to be her best bet. Making deals and trades seemed to be the way of life in the galaxy. She could sense his confusion, the way his shoulders dropped slightly; and if she hadn't been staring directly at the gun, she would've missed how he removed his finger from the trigger. Taking this as a positive she continued.

"I know, about the child, and the the mudhorn, and-and about Navarro. But I'm not a spy or hunter or anything, you-you're a character, and I know your story well." Her she licked her lips and swallowed. "I know your name, Di-"

"Don't!" The blaster was right between her eyes now as he shouted at her. She jumped, raising her arms straighter in the air.

"OKAY! Okay, you can cuff me, please don't freeze me in carbonite. I promise I can help you." She tried to swallow back the lump in her throat and blink away tears that burned her eyes. Rambling was what she resorted to as she lowered her hands in front of her, presenting them for space cuffs.

The Mandalorian sighed, though it sounded more like a growl. He cautiously stepped toward her, lowering his blaster and exchanging it for the cuffs that hung from his belt. They were heavy, and dragged her arms down to her lap. She looked up again to meet the visor. Aiming for where his eyes might be, she put on her best pleading face.

"You can search my bags, I don't have any weapons, and it's all from a different world" he now had the stance of an extremely grumpy dad. He stood wide, having had to step over her bags to put the cuffs on, his hands planted on his hips. With a huff he bent down to pick up her purse that was directly under him. He rifled through it, instantly pulling out 2 things she definitely forgot about.

In his gloved hands he held out her Swiss Army knife, and her pink taser. The way his helmet tilted was accusatory, one hand now holding her purse to his hip.

"Okay...those are weapons, but they're for self defense against earth men. I swear I forgot about them." She put her palms up, avoiding his gaze once again. All she heard was another sigh. She would've smiled if it weren't a life or death situation. She hated that she felt like she knew him, that she felt like she knew what he was thinking.

You don't know him at all you idiot.

"I have earth money, in the brown wallet, it'll show you I'm not from here" she was scrambling for anything that could be considered proof. His hand that held the taser and knife dug pack into the purse. Fishing out the old brown wallet. Dropping her purse to the ground he unzipped it, and observed the inside for a beat longer than she would've liked. He looked back to her, then flipped her wallet over. Her mouth fell open in shock, as an avalanche of bulky coins and rectangles fell out of the folds and into his out stretched hand.

Somehow, her genuine American dollars had turned into mysterious space money. Holding up a finger and trying to looking convincing, she spoke again,"Okay. I don't know how those got there, but you can keep them."

He let out another sigh, the hand holding the 'credits' fell to his belt, shoving them into one of the pouches. He stood straighter, she saw his chest rise to speak, but he never got that far. An erratic beeping sounded from the cockpit, and when she looked up to the ladder she could see the interior flashing red.

"Don't even think about moving" came his rough voice, pointing his blaster at her for emphasis, before turning quickly and climbing the ladder to the cockpit. She swore, just at the very edge before his broad frame crowded the entrance, she could see just a peek of a tiny green head, with some big ass ears.

She let out a soft sigh of her own, and moved to rest her head against the metal crate at her back. Searching her shell-shocked brain for any idea of what was going to happen next. She didn't know if this was before, or after Sorgan. Straining her ears to hear some kind of dialogue, she was surprised when the ship started to rock. Her cuffed hands flew out in front of her, trying to brace herself on the floor.

Something was whizzing past the ship, and it was just barely dodging them. Her heart sank, of course, the other bounty hunter.

"Hand over the child Mando" the voice was quiet, but she recognized it. It was all she could catch before the ship was shot, and she was sent skidding to the side. Finally her busted knees had some relief, but her shoulder that collided with the wall didn't fare well.

Another shot, and she was jolted forward, her hands unable to catch her, she jerked her face to the side at the last second. Unfortunately for Sedona, she was not able to catch Mando's warning. Suddenly she was airborne, and falling fast, as the ship did a tight barrel roll.

"FUCK SHIT" the shout tore threw her throat, she curled into a ball quickly. Her arms flew up to cradle her head, just in time to slam back down to the floor. The wind was knocked out of her chest, her shoulder and hip smacked painfully on the metal. If she wasn't bruised already, she was definitely now. Gasping for breath she tried to adjust herself into a more steady position. Fingers weakly grasped at the corner of a crate for some kind of stability. But the hold was loose and awkward, not really getting anything out of the position her hands were in.

"I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold" her throat filled with cotton at the line. Suddenly she remembered. She curled into herself, bending her arms to rest her hands behind her neck and pulling her knees to her chest. Bracing for impact.

But it was much more than her body could take.

The Razor Crest slammed to a stop. And she was rolling forward. It felt like she was flying again. With eyes open she could see her self careening straight for the metal ladder that lead to the cockpit. And right before her head slammed into the metal base she heard.

"That's my line"

And everything went black.

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junoisnotme · 3 years

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/rp and /dsmp ❗️THIS WILL CONTAIN MAJOR AND I MEAN MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE DREAM SMP BE WARNED ❗️, Ok another stream let's go, I'll start with a quick mention from Tubbo and Quackity's stream 2 days ago since I decided to watch it today and Quackity seems like he's getting possessed by Ghlatt or Ghost Jschlatt because of him eating his heart I think due to him starting to act like Jschlatt so that's a quick mention and Tubbo now thinks that Tommy is dead so oh no AND Ranboo is being quite two-faced I don't know who's side he's on so for now I'll consider him neutral. Now before I go on about the most recent stream I wanna thank @demongirl12 for commenting about this point, many thanks you you demongirl12, so the thing they mentioned was that Dream seems to be purposely giving Techno favors to keep Techno on his good side so he would not kill or really go up against Dream and Techno actually does acknowledge this too because he says and I do not quote "Im kinda indebted to him" but I think that Dream is actually trying to make Techno indebted to him for information, now mentioning the most recent stream I have watched, Dream brought up that Techno is indebted to him for saving him from execution and he plans to use that as a way to convince or pressure Techno into giving up Tommy, so basically Dream plans of making Techno indebted to him as a way to get Tommy back. Ok discussions on recent stream now, so basically I wanna chat about the amazing brotherly bond that happened this stream (im sorry about my obsession with the Sleepy Bois Inc. Family dynamic forgive me-) so Techno wants to build a hound army and in search of a second dog to breed with Techno's current dog they end up going back towards Logshire, now I think most people didn't notice that Techno was trying to comfort Tommy when Tommy was having a panic attack because of the way he handled it differently now I wanna explain this because chef kisses towards the suttle hint of Techno actually really caring for Tommy HIS LITTLE BROT- (prepare for a long section of this people), when Tommy was having his panic attack Techno was trying to distract Tommy by asking if he found any dogs and he wants dogs and was asking here he was so he can go home with him and I found that so sweet no not sweet more like warm fuzzy feelings that I can't put into words just warm feelings :) but anyways from today's stream Techno hid Tommy from Dream because I'm pretty sure he knows Tommy should not meet with Dream again, Tommy says Thank you to Techno and he says back "No problem" GOD I LOVE IT its no minor and just something any normal person would due but still warm fuzzy feelings just Techno lets Tommy due his thing when it's not bad or just utterly stupid to give him more free will unlike what Dream did. Just them spending time together is so good because It's obviously helping Tommy emotionally and mentally because he hasn't been in a healthy normal relationship in quite a long time and I found it beautiful and plus boosting up Tommy's confidence in himself by giving him armor, food, weapons, and a place to say and also saying he's strong is just so nice I love it really I do. But back to plot, Techno hide the thing about him wanting to Destroy L' Manburg when Tommy asked for his To-Do List so that might be something but I won't touch on it yet due to this being pretty long already but Tommy and Techno begin their dog army and the Butcher Army is now hunting after Dream so plus? I guess but Dream is now looking for Tommy which higher up the stakes for Tommy but im pretty sure that Dream at least semi trusts Techno but still SUPER weary of him so im not too sure about that last point but I'll put it in just in case someone wants to elaborate on that oh and Punz is now a spy for Dream so oh no but that is the end of my little speech on the recent events of the Dream SMP lore and again I only really watch TommyInIt, Technoblade, and Wilbur Soot live so I might not know everything but this is the stuff I do know so thanks and bye bye!

#junotalks #dream mcyt #dream smp theory #dream smp #tommyinit #technoblade #mcyt #/rp #/dsmp

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bakugouscentedcaramel · 5 years

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🕷️Too Many Legs 🕸️

High-key might be me

So like the other night I had a crisis bc there was a cricket and I fought through my anxiety to let it outside and it was a whole thing on discord and OOF I FEEL YOU

Bakugou

"Are you fucking kidding"

Shoots you a judgemental side eye

It was only a house spider, he really didn't see why you let out a blood curdling scream, let alone using him as a human shield

Huffs at the feeling of you trembling against him and caves

Makes it into a spectacle

"Your eviction notice is stuck on the bottom of my shoe, eight legged bastard"

Acts like it's a chore when you see a bug but he likes being your hero so I mean he can't really complain now can he

Kirishima

Runs in ready to fight only to see you trying to climb on top of the fridge

He's so confused until he sees a cricket hop innocently

He can't help but laugh

It's not because he's laughing at you it's just, it's a cricket

As if on queue it chirps and he loses his shit fully

Once he composes himself and you shoot him many a death glare he goes to pick it up

"I got him Y/n! I'm just going to let him outside so he can go do his.. cricket... things"

He comes back in and washes his hands before shooting you a grin

"I'll always be your knight in shining armor huh, Y/n?"

Todoroki

Cue Shouto coming in half flaming half frozen ready to save you from an enemy

Only to see you trying to climb over the couch to escape... A roach?

Oh fuck.jpeg

He's making his way to you slowly, his eyes glued on hell's spy, he's hiding with you

Turns out he's also intolerable to bugs

It takes some convincing but he eventually just starts chucking ice at it hoping it would die

Until it gets pissed and starts flying

Police were called to a disturbance of two individuals supposedly getting attacked

Dabi

Maniacal laughter™

"It's just a jumping spider, babe!" He manages to squeeze out between laughs

Once he calms down he approaches it like the Crocodile Hunter

If it jumps into his direction he stages an attack

It's believable until he starts cackling again like a deranged hyena

Cups it in his hands and chases you around the house

Thoroughly impressed by your survival parkour

Lets it outside once you arm yourself with hairspray and a lighter

Will never let you live it down, even if it means he's sleeping on the couch for a month

Never fails to get a smile on his face

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #todoroki x reader #bnha #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #kirishima x reader #bnha headcannons #mha headcannons #dabi x reader

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medeafive · 4 years

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Blood and Stone -08

Masterpost

"Hello," James says. "I'm afraid I need your help."

It's solidly silent for at least ten seconds. Nobody moves, either. Drop a pin and somebody probably gets killed. "What kind of help?" Fury asks wearily.

"I help you take out the Castle," he offers. "And you help me take out Johann Schmidt."

Fury snorts. "You don't need to motivate me to take down Schmidt, fella. But how?"

"I'll explain," he says. "If you don't shoot."

Everyone puts their weapon on the table. Sharon her gun, Sam a knife, Tony a UV beam prototype, Pepper another knife, Clint an arrow he likes to fiddle with. Fury doesn't even bother, crossing his arms instead. Bruce takes off his glasses, shaking his head.

"You've been to the Castle," she prompts to make this easier.

"Yeah." He steps to the table, staring down at the map. "There's 34 in the Castle, last time I was there. Plus three hunting parties, three each. One around the Central Station, one on Bílá Hora and one down in Barrandov. They bring in the blood to feed the Castle, so those are the most dangerous ones."

"That's a lot," Sam remarks.

"The hunting parties are not in close contact with the Castle," James continues. "If we take them out quietly, they won't notice too soon. I can get into the Castle without raising suspicion so we can take them by surprise."

Tony snorts. "You're batshit crazy."

James grins, revealing the gold-streaked fangs, wincing slightly at it. "I thought that's what you do."

"Details aside," Fury interrupts. "What's the timeline? Two months?"

"We're twenty days in," Natasha remarks, leaning her elbows on the table. "About forty left."

"Yeah," James confirms. "Then we have to deal with Schmidt."

"We take out the Castle too early, Schmidt will hear about it," Bruce argues, rubbing his chin. "We take it out too late, we have to fight on two fronts. We must plan this very carefully."

"Taking out the Castle must be planned carefully," Clint corrects. "You say that like it's a done deal, it's not. It's fucking dangerous."

"Okay, I can roughly imagine what we would have to do about the Castle," Sam states. "Even if it won't be easy, of course. But what about Schmidt?"

James sighs. "Yeah. That."

"We need to be prepared," Fury demands. "And we need to know what to prepare for."

"I don't know," James replies outright. "This has never happened before. I don't know how he will react. How hard he will react."

"Great," Tony remarks. "Just great."

"Come on," Pepper interjects. "Isn't that what we were always in for? Ending it all? Taking out the head?"

"Yeah, but not suicide!" Tony complains. "That's a pure Hail-Mary-"

"Stark," Sharon interrupts. "Calm down."

Tony is too perplexed to react. "Pepper's right," Sharon continues. "We're not getting out of this either. The clock's ticking. So we better prepare instead of complaining about how dangerous it is."

James looks perplexed, too. "Well, okay," Natasha suggests. "Should we do the introductions now?"

"So we're in business?" Clint questions.

"Hell yeah, we're in business," Fury states. "You take care of the niceties, I have to place a few calls."

Tony snorts as he leaves. "Oh thanks."

"Classic Fury," Natasha mutters. "Uh, yeah. So, newest first, Sharon Carter, tracker, formerly from Munich, formerly from Britain. Sam Wilson, trained parachuter, trained counsellor, oh, and trained paramedic too because why the fuck not. Bruce Banner, scientist, expert on everything biology and chemistry. Tony Stark, tinker and the most arrogant person you'll ever meet."

"Excuse me?" Tony interrupts. "Tinker? I didn't build you the most durable, most protective, most lightweight suit of armor that ever existed for this ."

"Case in point," Natasha comments. "Well, Pepper Potts, really cool suit, and she's really got her shit together. Uh, Clint is in love with his bow, don't ask."

"I love you, too, Tasha," he returns. "Don't worry."

She snorts, rocking back and forth on her feet. "Yeah. So, that's the fun crew. And Fury is, well, Fury."

"Good to… officially meet you, I guess," James remarks. "I'm… I'm James."

"Is that your actual name?" Clint asks coldly.

"Cut it," Natasha advises. "We all have the same goal here."

"Oh yeah," Tony remarks innocently. "I can see that."

Following down every one of Tony's digs is exhausting and pointless. "Well, let's just leave it here for now," Natasha suggests. "Until next time. Uh, I'll step outside with you for a sec."

She doesn't bother looking back, what they're talking behind her back. They step outside, cold night air. Right, avoid the UV traps. "So. They didn't kill you."

He snorts. "Yeah. Kinda. Now if I wouldn't be sentencing them all to death…"

"Shut up," she returns, wrapping her arms around herself because she's just in a t-shirt. "That's not true. How's your skin, though? Looks a lot better."

"It's fine, really," he reassures her. "Thanks for dragging me out, though. I know it looked bad."

"Hella bad," she confirms. "I thought your face was falling off. Well, it was. And I liked your face."

He grins. "Oh, so now you don't?"

"Meh," she teases. "I guess it's fine."

"Oh, fuck off," he returns. "Guess I'll just walk into the next UV beam."

"Don't you fucking dare," she threatens. "Uh, I can turn them off so you can get out safely. But I guess you got in safely, too. Fury hates finding flaws in his system, by the way."

"I mean, it's not that hard when you can kinda fly," he points out. "We should figure out some solution, though. Wouldn't want any other black cloaks dropping in."

"No, not really," she agrees sourly. "I mean, there has to be some solution. Sunscreen."

He snorts with amusement. "That's way too weak. But maybe your tinker and the other guy have some idea."

"I'll get them to work on it," she says. "Promise. Because I don't want that happening ever again."

"Oh boy," he remarks. "Have mercy. You know, you're pretty fucking convincing."

She snorts. "Oh, you wouldn't have come here otherwise?"

"I didn't wanna drag anyone else into this," he replies. "But I guess they were always in. No matter what anyone wanted."

"Yeah, probably," she agrees. "I'll be around the Rieger park the next nights, spying on the hunting party. Maybe we could, you know, meet somewhere around there."

"I'd love to," he replies honestly. "But I'll go now. They'll get suspicious if we talk too long."

"They'll get suspicious no matter what," she contends. "Okay. Take care. Don't let the sun catch you."

"Oh, back already," Pepper remarks, sounding quite loose already. "You want a Cosmopolitan and dish on your friend?"

They're so close already, though Sharon has just been here a few weeks. Pepper really seems to want a female friend. Maybe it was the same with Bobbi. Maybe it's just Natasha who is fucked up. "Yeah, sure. Just one."

"Mix me a second one, too," Sharon interjects, feet up on the couch. "Pretty please and thanks."

"So," Pepper remarks, filling the vodka into the shaker with precision. "Just what Fury wanted, right?"

"I thought he would be way scarier," Sharon states. "Really. Actually, he kinda seemed familiar. Can't place it, though."

"Have you researched black cloaks before?" Natasha asks, sinking onto another couch.

"Yeah, I guess that must be it," Sharon agrees, biting into the lime wedge. "Should go through it again, maybe I can find him."

"He's kinda cute, though," Pepper remarks, shaking. "He was constantly looking to you for affirmation."

"Hey," Natasha protests. "He thought you'd all hate him!"

"Seriously, that's not what I was mentally preparing for when Fury told me about the black cloak," Sharon states. "I get it, though. On your part. That guy's definitely not faking it."

"Oh yeah," Pepper agrees, pouring three glasses. "Definitely not. Sorry, Clint, dick-free zone tonight, you'll have to stay out."

Clint snorts, walking into the kitchen anyway. "Just let me get my beer. I really need it tonight."

"Fine," Pepper relents, balancing the cocktails over. "So. Ladies."

"To suicide missions," Sharon suggests, raising her glass. "And to the one cute vampire."

Clint groans. "You know what, I don't even wanna stay."

"Seriously," Natasha insists, even though they're both giggling, rolling her pant leg up. "I've been growing way more hair on my legs lately. Don't laugh."

"Just shave it," Sharon suggests, chuckling. "Whatever."

"Shaving?!" Natasha repeats perplexed. "My entire legs? What kind of Western imperialist bullshit is that?"

"You don't shave your legs?" Sharon asks, dumbfounded. "I mean, I'm not super diligent about it either, but once in a while… What about armpits?! Please tell me you shave your armpits."

"For what," Natasha demands to know, raising one arm. "Seems like a complete waste of time, if you ask me. Something they would teach you in those schools on how to get a rich guy. You know, before."

"I do shave the armpits," Pepper contends. "But not the legs. I have really fine hair, though, so it's not a big deal."

"Wait," Sharon interrupts. "And, you know, down there? You wouldn't let Tony down there if you weren't clean shaven, right?"

Peppers laughs loudly. "Of course I would. Like that matters."

"Huh." Sharon shakes her head. "I think I'm experiencing a cultural shock. And I'm drunk, that probably doesn't help."

"Do you hate all hair on your body?" Natasha inquires, sipping on the last drops of an empty glass. "Why?"

"I don't know, I thought that was standard," Sharon argues. "Yeah, I guess. Except head and eyebrows. Then again, half of my family is American, so maybe I got it there."

Natasha snorts. Fucking Americans. "Wouldn't expect anything different from there."

"Come on," Pepper objects. "Most people in the Czech Republic hate Russians."

"No, I get that," Natasha acknowledges. "I mean, I don't feel responsible for it personally, but I get it. '68 and all."

"Don't fight," Sharon pleads. "I'm drunk, I'll start crying."

The Central Station is on their side of the river and Barrandov is off South but Bílá Hora is in the backwater of the Castle, no easy way to avoid it. It is decided she, Sharon and Clint will stake out around Rieger Park while Tony, Pepper and Sam will take Barrandov. Only James can get to Bílá Hora, though. She suggests he might carry someone there but nobody is keen on that, and she understands nobody wants to get into a part of the city they can't return from until dawn. So she'll have to tell him.

They're inside an empty apartment now, sun already down, waiting for any of the vampires to show up and then follow them until they go back to their daytime refuge. And if not today, then tomorrow. Or the day after that. These things take time.

"You know, you constantly surprise me," Clint remarks. "I didn't think you were just going to interrupt Stark."

Sharon snorts, tying up her hair. "Well, I'm more of the quiet type… and if you are, then people always have this misconception that you're nice."

"Tasha's definitely the quiet type," Clint objects. "And no one would mistake her for nice."

Natasha doesn't look up from her binoculars. She's given up on making friends. She just can't. Train left the station years ago, together with all her hopes and dreams. "Fair," Sharon replies. "But she has that Russian brashness about her."

"She grew up in a single room apartment, bathroom down the hall," Clint explains. "Four people, no door to close. Guess that makes you brash."

"Oh." Sharon sounds interested again and she already knows that she's going to ruin this opportunity, too. "You have a sibling?"

Natasha closes her eyes, painful memories of Nikolai flooding in. "Had."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sharon retreats. "I shouldn't have asked."

No, she should have, it's just that… "I have a brother," Clint admits. "We fell out, though. Long time ago."

"That's sad, too." Oh God, she genuinely sounds affected. "I don't have siblings. My father… he got killed by vampires, though, early on."

"And that's why you wanted to become a hunter?" Clint asks. "What were you doing with your life in the before times?"

"I was in school," Sharon states with amusement. "I'm born in 1975, I was just finishing my A-levels."

"You're- oh my God." Clint groans. "I'm getting old. Tasha, we're getting old."

"1974," Natasha reminds him. "It's just you who's getting old."

Clint grumbles. "I always forget you got engaged at 18."

"Oh, you were engaged?" Sharon asks in surprise. "I'm not even sure my braces were off already."

Other painful memories bubbling up. Alexei. People strapped to tables. Blood. "You might even know him," Clint suggests. "Got pretty famous. Alexei Shostakov."

"Is that…" Oh, she wishes she could leave. Run away. "The Red Guardian? I remember the posters. Oh, and the Black Widow, that must have been you. Cool, I wasn't aware of that."

Nothing cool about it. "Yeah, I guess it was an uplifting story," Clint remarks. "A young couple fighting and risking their lives for their country and their people. Him getting ripped apart by vampires is not exactly a happy ending, but it does drive home the sacrifice."

She can't listen to this. Fortunately, there's a knock on the door. The other two startle. "Seriously?" Clint asks in disbelief. "He can track you inside a house?"

"Certainly seems so," Natasha replies briefly, getting up. "One of you take the window, be right back."

She doesn't intend to be right back but okay. Cocks her gun and opens the door. It's actually him. Slips out into the hallway. "Hey."

"Hey," he replies. "How are you? Everything okay?"

His face is still not fully healed. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Just needed a break. Been sitting behind this window for almost three hours."

"I imagine," he says. "So, you are doing the hunting party here?"

"Yeah, about that." She sighs. "The other team is down in Barrandov but we just can't get to Bílá Hora. Too close to the Castle, the way back is blocked, it's just too dangerous. So, can you do recon there, gather their hiding places and all?"

"Sure." He shrugs. "Just, is that useful? If none of you are familiar with the area?"

She snorts. "Come on. You can take out a hunting party on your own, without any help."

He grins. "I mean, yeah. Obviously."

"So only you need to know the area," Natasha concludes. "Oh, come here, you idiot."

He steps forward and she kisses his cold lips, warming him up. She's kind of already used to it. The fangs still feel weird but it doesn't bother her too much. His hands come to her waist, though she hardly feels that through the suit, and her back bumps very softly against the wall. The hallway is completely quiet. She kisses him harder.

He breaks it eventually, licking from her jaw to her ear, then her neck just above the bite guard. She shivers, hard. He grins. "Oh, you smell wonderful again."

"Aroused," she whispers. "That's what you mean."

"Yeah," he agrees, licking over her ear. "I guess that's what it is. Aroused."

She takes a deep breath. He somehow smells warm . "Listen, about that-"

The door opens but he's super-fast, so they're standing at an inconspicuous distance in no time. If only she weren't so distracted still. Clint peeks out, bag thrown over his shoulder. "Spotted one. We'll try and stay on his trail. You… well, we can try without you."

Way to make her feel bad. "No, I'm coming with you. Let's go."

James still looks amused. "I'll leave, then. Good luck. I'll see you."

"Sure," Natasha replies, not looking back. "See you."

"He could have come with us," Sharon suggests in a hushed tone as they climb down the stairs. "I wouldn't have minded."

"Well, I would've," Clint throws in, opening the door. "Okay. He went down Šumavská."

"34 is a fucking lot," Sam repeats. "I appreciate the information on the guard but that's not going to be anywhere near enough. If we can't think of some brilliant strategy, we're not going to make it all out alive."

"He can go in again," Pepper points out, twisting her earlobe. "Gather more information. Maybe that would help."

"Not enough," Fury states coldly. "Information is one thing. They're just too fucking many."

"Isn't it obvious?" Natasha asks.

"I don't like where this is going," Clint remarks.

"We need a ruse," Natasha explains regardless. "And the obvious ruse is that I've finally agreed to become Schmidt's vampire lackey and James and I are just stopping by the Castle for the day before leaving the next night. That way, we can take them out quietly from inside and then you attack from the outside."

"We don't have to take them all at once," Sam analyzes. "There'll be chaos. You could get several before anyone even notices, if things go right."

"You have a lot of fucking trust in that guy," Tony throws in venomously.

"Kind of our only option," Sharon remarks quietly.

Everyone falls silent. Natasha crosses her arms in front of her chest. "Is there a problem, Tony? Say it."

"I can't believe nobody will-" Tony groans. "He literally just wants to fuck you! That's it! And it's painfully obvious, but I guess we're all just going to ignore that, because he's acting nice or something, and pretend that's not exactly what he's going for-"

"So what?!" Natasha screams back. "Even if, so fucking what? If anyone else, if-" She stops before dragging poor Bruce into this. "If it was literally anyone else, that would be totally okay and normal to want but if it's him, it's evil incarnate? Some complicated and twisted plot to get-"

"Nat," Tony interrupts. "He's a fucking vampire ."

"He's not even a fucking person to you, is he," she states in disbelief.

"Shut up, both of you," Fury jumps in. "None of this is helpful. We're trusting him not because we like it, but because if we can't, we're fucked any way you twist it. That's just a fact. So, anyone else have some brilliant strategy or is that it?"

As silent as a grave. "Didn't think so," Fury mutters. "Well, then we're going with that. For now. Anything on the hunting parties?"

"No sign of them yet," Sam replies.

"We had one but lost him," Clint adds. "Going back tonight."

"What are you waiting for?" Fury asks. "Get your asses back there right now. "

#blood and stone #buckynat #vampire au #natasha romanoff #black widow #bucky barnes #winter soldier #my writing #fanfic

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SOLE I'D LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR IDEAS (post them coward) (I'm sorry you're not a coward aaaaa)

Asdjflsg but I have so many and so little time it's the curse of being an artist instead of a writer creating takes so much TIME

And I'm a student with a full time internship

Anyway as soon as this Big Thing is done and we actually have wifi in my apartment I want to post some more doodles about my ideas but here's spoilers I guess??

I CAN'T USE A READ MORE ON MOBILE I'M SORRY

Lord I'm pathetic

Bounty: the Irken Armada was lost in the Florpus, leaving a huge vacuum in Irken strength. Resistance groups rallied against them, some Invaders failed without the Tallest' support, others self-destructed, others adandoned their missions to live on their planets, go into hiding, or reconvene at Irk to protect the Control Brains, and others simply vanished. Zim, busy rebuilding his base and oblivious as always, had no idea. Then, when most of the Irken forces were gathered at Irk, the planet was attacked and destroyed. This, Zim noticed, and began trying to contact other Invaders, for months. For months he tried to locate and other Irkens out there, but it was like they had all... vanished. Eventually, Zim put the peices together, and when some various space debris crash landed on Earth, he rushed there to claim any answers or supplies it might have had. Dib, however, was also there, and once the tractor beam started, they realized it had been a trap. They were taken aboard a massive ship that collected alien life forms, either for collection or bounties, and where rather thrilled to fetch an Irken since there were "so few left." Zim and Dib were categorized and separated, while the ship operators figured out what to do with Zim. It was tempting to keep him, but he was a defective. It was tempting to hand him over to the resistance for torture and execution, but he was rare. Before they could decide, Zim and Dib both escaped, Dib having learned that Irkens were a dying race, and Zim facing a new wave of depression at his inability to even be a good collection item.

Mr. Nash Toil: After Bounty, Zim vanished. In that time Dib had helped grow and expand the Swollen Eyeball Network, and was only a few nights away from heading to basic S.E.N. training when another Irken ship crash landed on Earth. Zim reappeared and rushed there, and the Irken pilot lived long enough to tell him that they were the last Irkens left. The Swollen Eyeball Network then arrived, and Zim used the dead Irken to fake his own death. Dib was told, and went to training believing Zim was finally dead. After graduating, Dib was made a member of the S.E.N., but only a junior member since he was still completing school. He was assigned a new partner, a short, pestering, and angry human named Nash Toil, who seemed to exist to annoy Dib. Nash also proved to be a huge work hazard, continuously neglecting SEN protocol, endangering himself and the mission, and generally having a bad attitude. He also asked Dib a lot of questions about Dib's thesis on aliens and the fallen Irken Empire, or what was left, and his theories about what happened to it. One night, Nash said one too many "educated guesses," and sparked Dib's suspicions. That was the first time he actually saw Zim's body, as well as the captured ship and robot companion. Convinced he was just paranoid, Dib dropped the subject until one certain mission, when the Resistance he had theorized about came to Earth... They targeted Dib, who was the only one with still working Irken technology, captured him, and tortured him for the location of the Earth-Irken. The only Irken on Earth, of course, was dead, or so he thought... Dib's partner, and a strange companion, lead the SEN/military attack against the ship, and once again disobeying orders, broke into the ship and rescued Dib themselves. The Resistance, having found their Irken prey, put up enough of a fight for Nash's real identity to be revealed. Zim and GIR then dragged Dib out of there, and the ship erupted, killing most of the Resistance forces, a large portion of SEN and military agents, and stranding various Resistance f aliens on Earth. Zim nursed Dib back to health, and finally revealed what he had been doing these last years: after the bounty was put on his head by the Collectors, Zim began traveling across space to find any remaining Irken soldiers, technology, or any signs of life. He spent quite a bit time on the cold, dead husk of Irk, meeting various refugees, running from the Resistance, and rebuilding as much of his own tech as he could, including reprogramming his PAK as any and all codings he could, creating new armor for himself, rebuilding tools and weapons he could salvage, and finally built Gir a somewhat functioning brain. When he returned to Earth, he had confirmed all slimy humans indeed thought he was dead, crafted a new disguise and identity, and joined the SEN to spy on them from within. He had already learned that while the Collectors had put a bounty on his head, they had done the same for Dib, so Zim tried to protect him. His name, Nash Toil, was a clue all along: Not A Stinking Human, The Only Irken Left. Now, however, that the SEN wants his human identity dead and the aliens know his alien identity is still alive, he should leave and go into hiding once again. Probably leave Earth. Dib, understandably, was furious at first, but then realized the best way to track down those aliens hunting for Zim is to stay within the SEN. And Dib would help him. Right after graduation.

With Dib a full time member of the SEN, and successfully earning lead on hunting down the alien survivors, he and Zim continue to do just that, clean up whatever messes they leave behind, and do a little ghost hunting along the way. The ship's massive explosion had unleashed a huge wave of radiation onto the planet, mutating random people and animals as well as whole towns. And Dib and Zim investigate it all.

Random ideas

Meet M.E.M.E.: Zim, now a scientist, works constantly to preserve Irken technology and develop his own. One such invention is M.E.M.E., or Miniature Enhancement Microbot Equipment, a swarm of Irken Microbots that are mentally controlled by the host to create armor, weapons, tools, and whatever else they want. Dib goes through his own rough patch, constantly failing and falling short. With his SEN testing right around the corner, he's even more stressed, and decides go to the alien for help. Zim, however, refuses to allow Dib to use MEME. During it's creation, Zim used a small fraction of it on himself for simple tests, and through it passed the tests, it also infected his PAK, both driving him to new intellectual levels and severely draining his energy. Dib, however, neither knows this nor cares, and though he does accept Zim's help to train and study, he also takes MEME. From that point on, MEME does improve his mental and physical limits, but also enhances his less desirable and often suppressed emotional impulses... Zim has to figure out why Dib is spiraling out of control, is there more to play here than just stress, as well as stop Dib when he goes after the one whose rejection started the whole thing: Dr. Membrane. (Dib will continue to use MEME throughout their adventures as his narrative equal to Zim's robot companion and PAK system, but only under Zim's very careful and always reluctant supervision.)

Rise of the Aukins: ( inspired by the one post about winged Irkens ) Zim picks up a transmission and after frantically confirming his own instincts, begs Dib to double check it. Dib does, and confirms what Zim already thought: it's Irken. Or rather, it's a version of Irken. Once they realize there are coordinates included, the two head into space to investigate, and discover a whole different species of Irken: this time, they are peaceful, emotional, and have wings. The Aukins reveal the true history of Irk, which was never taught to Irkens, and invite Zim and Dib to join their society. Admittedly, it's tempting, but are these soft spoken aliens actually as peaceful as they seem?

My Coworker is a Vampire: Gaz is the head of her department at CompBiz, respected coder, hacker, and programmer. She doesn't talk to her brother unless he needs something or they've got some ultra-rare family event, but this time, it's her who needs their help. Her new co-worker, despite being all levels of weird and unnerving, even for Gas, might be stealing her designs. Oh, and he might also be a vampire. The latter she can forgive, but how else will she get her workaholic brother to look into it and bust the creep?

Old Faces: Multiple reports of people in town acting out of character, unusual items going missing, and traces of unknown radiation take Dib and Zim back to where it all started: home. And what luck, they are just in time for Hi Skool Reunion! Well, Dib is, Zim never actually went, and the human is far from excited to return. But when the shape shifting stowaway leads them there, the two have a completely new reason to question everything their old classmates tell them.

All for Nought: For being the only Irken left, Zim has made quite a name for himself. He defeated his own armada, escaped a Florpus, has repeatedly dodged Collector capture, capture by the Resistance, some of which had set up base on his own planet, and has every code the Irkens ever developed in his PAK. He's not exactly famous, but he's definitely known, and had he been foolish enough to risk detection by listening to the outer space chatter about him, he'd be honored. But how will all that change when, according to the rumors, the Florpus returns, and it brought survivors?

Uh that's all the more or less formed ideas, at least for now. I'm sorry this is so long!!

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