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blood-bound · 6 months

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1 on 1 mark session recap! As always, sorry not a lot of context is given.

Mark first finished reading a book 'on thorns and their consequences' which was basically explaining how the sabbat came to be and their PoV on things and then with an anarch commentary towards the end expressing their disagreements. but on the first last page was red runic lettering which mark could not recognize and which sucked up his vitae when he placed it on it.

He tried to do some internet research and came across an obscure forum which claims to be for learning about obscure languages but actually seems to have a lot of vampires on it posting real and fake runes, kinda like testing each other

The runes mark was looking at were on there but the mod, who basically posts in every server, says 'you wont find anything about that in this life.' the posteris like 'cmon doesn't someone have any family who could help' and the mod replies 'ask J' so that smenacing.

idk if J is Julius? it probably isnt but anyway. mark has already reported reading this book to julius and so is gonna ask him about it cause he couldn't figure it out.

the rest of the night he spends teaching G -G is doing well and did remember his vowels : ) also explained to Gs sister how he made sure the investigation would stop and ask if she needed any other help. she asked if he could get them free or at least out of their current essentially prison sooner and mark said no but they would be out in a month to a month and a half. she didn't know how long that was. so he explained how torpor and weeks and months and years worked

she still didnt say thanks or bye to mark but there was maybe something where she was close to doing so

i love G im so glad he is doing well he learned a lot he is almost through the alphabet

ok now for the meat of the session. the next night he goes to the chantry to talk to cassidy about the books. Knocks on the door. no answer.

He is getting a bad feeling. represented irl by the ST playing absolutely terrifying music as i search for him.

In the chantry apartments there is an often ignored ghoul at the front and so then he asked her where Lilian’s apartment was (Cassidy’s best friend.). She told him. He knocked on her door. No answer.

Checks the cafeteria. nope. library. nope. physics department (where their circle head, Dr. White, is). Nope. He asks someone there if she had seen either of them. nope.

so i'm worried as hell

im trying to think what mark could do and im like. i cant scry on him cause i dont have anything of Cassidy’s.

and the st gives me a Look as if 2 say u do ur forgetting

But he kinda gives it to me for free hes like, ur wearing the same coat you did when you went to the movies

Turns out mark has cassidy's ticket. so thats close enough to being his so. mark does scry on him

its not super juicy but it is super concerning. Cassidy is by lilian in what is probably the side door in his haven that mark hasn’t been in. barricading the door. with a fuckton of furniture. and also pushing against it. lilian looks terrified. cassidy looks So Done With This Shit (tm). something is banging on the door.

so with that mark goes back to the ghoul and is like. So. Uhm. Yeah i actually have permission to enter cassidys haven yes. please let me in

she looks scared - mark put her in a real bad spot. If he doesn’t actually have permission and she lets him in he could get in trouble. but he reassures her that itis fine and his decision and nothing bad will happen.

so she says ok and goes to open the door (she is able to if she is doing so of her own consent, she functions as a key ig). As she goes to open it, Mark says uhm. they are doing experiments so when you open the door. back up. and she's like "okay?' and opens the door and immediately vine tentacle thingies burst out and she falls back on her ass and scrambles back, screaming

she gets away and mark engages in combat. its the same sort of monster, just smaller, as the one on his territory in the conservatory, that navigate by sound. it has a lion's mane around a beak in the center and vine like tentacles around it.

mark takes a LOT of damage in its first attack he had like 1 unharmed box left but he manages to win :)

cassidy and lilian pop out from the door and are like. mark is that you?

Cassidy’s haven is wreckt sadly. Mark's like. yeah its me. its dead. you can come out.

lilian is SO sad it's dead but she isnt mad at mark. its clear she wanted to subdue it but they had no way to do so and mark comments as such

she's like "i was sooo close " :(

cassidy looks So Done and is like. thank you for your assistance mark but how did you . get in.

mark is like. thats not really important right now, is it? cassidy says 'somewhat, but we can discuss that later'

mark says that unfortunately this made quite a lot of noise and the ghoul went screaming for help so time to get your stories straight.

theres a few other things said but then zach rolls up

If you dont know who zach is he is a newly turned tremere. dr. white's child. elevated into power due to his sire. he's a classic skater boy. hes head of security. he figured ALL of marks shit out when he broke into a lab - he is GOOD at his job despite his casual attitude. he says 'chill' all the time.

he skates up (yes skateboard in the hall) and asks whats up. mark says 'hi zach. it's chill, i handled it.' (Mark kinda likes Zach).

And hes like. 'whats chill? can you explain?' and marks like. looks at cassidy and lilian. 'they would know better i just came at the end' and cassidy’s like. looks at lilian as if to say to her. u did this shit u explain!

so lilian starts a story which is kind of obviously partially a lie.

she says that she was doing her research, developing off of Leanah's (which was the stuff mark uhm. stole and sabotaged for her). and she noticed this evening that some things were off. papers where she wouldn't normally leave them. but the chimera project was So Important (TM) for the chantry that she just HAD to press on. Oh Also I found this Lipstick (produces lipstick) that looks JUST like what Leeanah wears isnt that interesting! (zach has her put it in an evidence back for him). She says 'Cassidy even made a joke that maybe I should wear makeup more often." Cassidy grunts but keeps a poker face. he would obviously Never Fucking Say That and lilian is messing with him.

god i love them sm. mark also knows cassidy would never fucking make that joke

(explaining a story that may dictate ur fate as u are investigated. does not miss an opportunity to fuck w the bestie* girl!

she continues to say that she got the embryo (described as tadpole) out of the cauldron she starts growing it. and it kept well. growing.

she pauses there. zach is like. okay and? it grows and?

Cassidy steps in. 'when it got bigger than our couch we realized we had a problem.' (also hehe ‘our’ couch their friendship is everything 2 me…)

lilians like yes. then thankfully cassidy, with some assistance from mark, killed it. and here we are :) and then zach turns to mark and is like. what do you mean how did you get here how did you know.

and marks like Oh Well You Know "I was coming here for unrelated reasons, cassidy and myself are working together you see. And I had permission to enter. And obviously I would assist him in combat. *Coughs.*

he coughs cause i rolled 1 success on the lie T_T

zach is like. you have permission?? and cassidys like uh yes. 'as needed he can enter. its easier that way' so yay that ghoul won't get in trouble LOLLL mark got retroactive permission

even if each can tell he lied like. how do u call him on that when the person who was to have given him that permission said he did.

Liliana finishes up by describing how awful it was to be sabotage. At the end of her story. she says "Im sure leeanah would be very sorry if she saw the destruction she caused and would say so' and cassidy said 'i would not accept her apology' annnddd thiswent over my head but the st explained that was lilian apologizing to cassidy and cassidy telling her to fuck offlkdsafjlkdsjf

and zachs like. aight seems chill! (Perhaps all was not chill). lemme go in your haven here to see evidence of that sabotage

and cassidys like oh, please do let me clean up first :) and zachs like :) noo you should see my room haha its fine :) and then cassidsy like. okay fine. you do not have permission to enter my haven. which is something respected in the chantry

zachs like do u really wanna go down that route.

Cassidy appears to hesitate. Mark is FREAKINGGG out he CANNOOTTTT find those books mark had him gather. thankfully cassidy says. Yes. Yes I do.

And so zach says fine thats chill. ill see you soon- and he has one of his guys (he had a small posse with him) stay. cassidys like. well that was a mess. mark says yes. which is why you should start cleaning it. do you want help.

The person Zach left behind enters cassidys room and was making sure the pc was ok. mark is like cassidy is that ok?? and cassidy says 'oh, hes chill.' It seems this was the little fucker that set up the pc and internet for cassidy in the first place! cassidy makes friends with fledglings :) he doesn't speak but cassidy calls him Hack. because that's what he does, ig

Anyway. Mark helps lilian gather monster body parts to the center of the room where she starts some sort of chanting incantation to get rid of it. cassidy goes into his Side Room to start cleaning. When mark is done gathering body parts he knocks and peeks into the side hallway. cassidy tells him to enter and mark starts helping him put books away

well first theres this hallway which has 2 doors. mark enters door two with cassidy.

its a beautiful study room with mostly books, but also some old clothes, including a duster (COWBOY CASSIDY REAL...) and a painting with someone in a cuirass but the face is oddly blurry

also, all the books do not have legible titles.

with sense the unseen it seems the chandelier in the room has some sort of enchantment blurring those things out

there is also a TALL ASS stack of those notebooks he writes in. Mark glances at it and looks at cassidy who pauses and says. i need to call in a favor. can you just keep packing books away for 10 mins ? and marks like Sure

and hes left alone in cassidys study. but he decides to NOT snoop and figures he wouldnt be able to read shit anwyay due to that enchantment so he does literally just put books away.

Cassidy returns and unfolds a piece of paper that he remembers Wendy using before - its like. a bag of holding.

he unfolds it and puts it under the stack of notebooks carefully . the note books fall in. then he carefully, very very very carefully, folds it up. mark comments 'got a few years in there, huh?" he replies "A good deal more than that.".

but yeah theres also furniture and stuff everywhere btw, its a mess. The pack up books. During this time mark asked like. ok we cant keep these books about resisting blood bonds in her haven. and Cassidy is like. really mark. you're gonna make me haul them from the library every time ur gonna read them, and mark is like. sorry. yeah : )

They finish and return to the mainroom. lilian is on the floor, hands splayed, miserable. done with everything. cassidy makes a point to step over her.

cassidy and mark hauled books up to lillian's haven which was much smaller. and complained about stairs. together <3 lol

When they return hack is no where to be found. cassidy looks around and comments that the should not be in the back rooms. he does open the door to the second room but he asks mark to step back so he cant see in : (anyway mark ends up finding zach with sense the unseen (he went Invisible ig) and he was rifling upstairs through lillian's things

cassidy is like 'hack ive been through enough tonight please just give it back' and hack goes to the computer and types:

";)

I have to give them something, y''no"

and cassidy is like. sigh. will this make our unlives harder in the future. and he writes

"maybe a little"

and marks says “you know what that's fair” <- has done the same shit of finding something Smaller so it proves he was Trying but actually not

cassidy comments that he is sad about his clothes getting thrown around and wrecked - 'over the decades he had collected quite a collection, some of which are hard if not impossible to replace' and mark comments 'i hope the tv is ok too'

and upon saying that cassidy actually reacts as opposed to being stone faced "Oh no you're right, the tv!" and he goes right for it

drops to his knees to prop it back up. and theres a crack through a fourth of it. he looks so sad. mark turns it on and it does still display but there is that crack

mark is like its ok we can get another and cassidy is like ' but this was my first tv :('. hes sentimental about it my fucking HEART

marks like. im sorry. i can help you pick out a new one maybe. cassidy says he'll likely take mark up on that. and mark also says maybe it could be fixed and cassidy says he will also try that

but yeah its cute that he got attached to the tv T_T (edited)

anyway zach skates right back in after the bit with hack that i described above. and says. ok in the name of the authority invested in me by blah blah blah... everyone but you, get out please! (hack being that one)

sooo the three leave. And mark is like.well. good luck with everything.

Cassidy and lilian do not look very happy but give ike a half hearted thanks

mark is lowkey like. ok u could be a bit more thankful i saved ur ass and helped u clean up but OKAy . . . .

cassidy also mentions that they can still work on their shared research in a few nights

oh also mark finally got the opportunity to ask if they had showers and they do not and mark is like. wow that sucks.

Cassidy diddnt seem to care but like. dude. imagine only having washrooms. L.

thats the session!

#mark vtm oc

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one-sad-human · 3 years

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•Pinky Promises• Steven Adler

Pairing: Steven Adler x Reader, Axl Rose x Sibling! Reader

Requested? Yup! By an anon

Theme: Angst(?) to fluff

Warnings: Language, sexual references but nothing explicit

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Fic 1 of 2! Hope you enjoy! Also, the makeout near the end gets sorta hot and it was pretty fun to write? Like I’m considering exploring into writing smutter pieces. I didn’t want to originally because I thought I’d cringe all the way through and hate the result but I might try it out in the near future. Nothing too crazy but it’s something for me to think about.

You step off of the large bus, your combat boots hitting the ground as you adjust the bag slung over your shoulder. It's stuffed to the brim with whatever you threw in, you're surprised the zipper did burst.

You take a deep breath of the LA air. It's hot and humid and despite the thick air pollution, you can breath easier than you did in Indiana.

You grew up in Lafayette, Indiana with your older half-brother William. You were raised in the hellish house with your shared father, which you finally managed to escape.

William left right at eighteen. He tried taking you with him, but you didn't want him to be charged with kidnapping and have the cops on his ass. Now, two years and your father's stolen wallet later, you're finally in the city of dreams.

"Will!" You yell out, spotting your redheaded other half.

"Y/N!" He mocks, catching your figure in a crushing hug. He's taller than you, so you have to stand on your tippy toes during the embrace. "Thank God you're alright."

"I'm fine, I'm happy to finally see you again," you say, a huge grin on your face. "How's the band? Everything going well?"

"Well enough," he says with a shrug, grabbing your heavy bag and slinging it around his shoulder. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the guys. You already know Izzy of course, but the rest of them."

The walk to the 'hell house' as Will had called it is filled with catching up. He made sure to keep in contact with you, but the phone calls were always short. It felt nice to have a full length conversation in person with your brother again.

"Welcome home," Will says, leading you into the house. You grimace when you catch a whiff of stale beer and weed.

"You seriously live here? This place should be condemned," you say with disgust.

"And then where would we live?" The oh-so familiar voice of Will's best friend meets your ears. You whip around and fly into his arms.

"Jeffery! I missed you so much! You really should've tried calling, you ass!" You exclaim. Izzy rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, patting your back during the hug.

"Who's this?" Another man enters the living room— if that's what it should even be called. He's blonde, taller than you but shorter than the other two men in the room. He has kind eyes and the smile he has on his handsome face leaves you speechless.

"U-uh, hi. I'm Y/N," you say after a moment of shameless gawking. If he noticed, he doesn't mention it.

"Oh that's right! Axl talks a lot about you! I'm Steven," he says and bounds up to you, catching your hand in a shake. You don't question who the hell 'Axl' is, but you smile stupidly at him and bite your lip with a blush staining your face.

"No," Will says, glaring at the cute blonde you've taking an immediate liking to. "Absolutely not."

"William!" You squeak out, pinching his shoulder harsher. He yelps and swats your hand away. Will glares further at you as he ushers you up the creaky stairs to your room. "Nothing happened! And who the fuck is 'Axl'?"

"I saw how you were looking at him! I'm not naive, Y/N. You were giving him the 'fuck me' eyes! And me, everyone calls me Axl here." You give him a look. "Except you, of course. You can call me Will."

You don't give him another word as he leads you to your bedroom. He was the one who didn't have a roommate before, and he'd have to share with Slash now but he was determined to give you your privacy.

"This is the only room with a working lock, use it. Especially when your changing! Three horny men in a house with one you isn't a good combo." You make a face and shake your head, but you can't really tell if he's being overprotective or if his band mates really are pigs.

"Are you not including Izzy?"

"Please, he's the only smart one besides me. He knows I'll rip him a new one." You laugh and give Will another hug.

"I've really missed hanging out with you like this, and thank you for letting me stay here." He nods and rubs your back.

"No problem, we have each other's backs, always." You nod and release your bother from the hug. "One rule though: no hooking up with the guys. One time thing or not, you don't know them like I do, I won't let you get hurt. So don't even try anything with Steven!"

"Even if it's nothing sex?" Will levels you with a look that would make you sweat if you were anyone else. You sigh and roll your eyes. "Fine! I promise."

"Pinky promise?" He asks, holding out his pinky finger. You shake your head but comply anyway, hooking your pinky on his.

"Wow, bringing out the big guns, pinky promises," you tease.

"Bitch," he mumbles. You gasp sarcastically.

"Asshole!" You reply. William takes his leave with another slew of insults under his breath but none to be taken seriously and all with a smile. You shut your door after him and lay on your bed, content with how things are finally beginning to look up.

If you knew where you would be in just a few months of living with your brother and his band, you never would've agreed to the naive promise Will had forced on you. You think back to the day with a frown.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Steven asks, pecking your bare shoulder as he lays behind you on your bed. You both lay naked and damp with sweat, glowing from the moonlight streaming in the room.

"William," you say with a sigh.

"We just had sex and your thinking of your brother? Should I be worried about you?" Steven asks teasingly. You fight the smile growing on your face and lightly pinch the his arm tightly wrapped around you. He never fails to make you laugh.

"I just feel bad keeping this a secret from him." You turn around to be face to face with Steven. "It's been months of sneaking around. I'm always nervous we'll get caught together or I'll blurt it out to him."

"Then why don't we just tell him?"

"Do you want to die! Steven, honestly, do you have a death wish?"

"No, but—"

"Then we can't tell my brother we're together. He'll murder you, and then probably me one he finds out how long I've been lying to him," you say and move your head in the crook of Steven's neck.

"Then we can be together in the afterlife!" Steven folds his arms around you even tighter. "Seriously though, we can't lie to him forever. We've been together for six months already, surely he'll see how much we care about each other and not want to kill us."

"Yeah, maybe," you say halfheartedly and close your eyes, finally letting yourself fall asleep.

The next night, Guns has a gig at the Whiskey A-Go Go. The ritual goes like it has been, they play the gig, you wait for Will to get drunk, and you and Steven sneak out to the back of the club to make out and maybe get felt up a bit before returning like nothing happened.

It isn't different this time. Steven's hands leave your skin ablaze as he lets them wander down your sides and up your thighs. His lips don't leave yours, even as he squeezes your ass and you let out a moan. He grins on your mouth and presses his pelvis up to your stomach.

His mouth leaves yours to press feather light kisses to your cheek before trailing down your jaw and onto your neck, where he sucks nips at. You have to press a hand to your mouth to stay quiet.

"Don't leave marks," you remind him through batted breath.

"I won't," he reassures and silences you with a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before returning his attack on your neck.

You hear footsteps fast approaching, but as quickly as you hear them, Steven is ripped away from you. He's slammed into the brick wall next to you harshly and groans. You jump away and gasp.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" William asks, his voice lower than usual. His green eyes dark and downright scary.

"Will! Let him go, come on. Stop fucking around, you didn't have to slam him into a wall," you say, but your shaky voice falls on deaf ears as Will doesn't move. Your hands grasp at his arm and try to yank him away from Steven, but he's stronger and taller than you and doesn't budge, he just keeps his eyes focused on Steven.

"Nothing!" He squeaks out. Even in the dark, his kiss bruised lips and flushed red face is obvious.

"'Nothing?' That's why you were ten seconds away from fucking Y/N?" Will asks.

"William stop it! You're scaring me! Leave him alone!" You push him again and this time, he relents. Will paces and runs his hand through his red locks while you rush to make sure Steven is ok.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Steven mutters and presses a kiss to your brow to comfort you, sending you a smile when he pulls away. He keeps his hands on your arms and rubs circles with his thumbs.

"How long has this been going on?" Will asks, crossing his arms as he finally stops his pacing.

"Six months..." Steven says nervously. William scoffs and shakes his head. "But it isn't just fucking around! I love them, Ax. Really."

You smile bashfully, biting your lip to try and contain it. You knew you felt strongly for Steven and that he returned the feelings, but you haven't outright said you loved each other— until know of course.

Will stays silent for a few beats, staring contemplative at Steven. He finally sighs, bring a hand up to rub his temples like he has a building headache.

"Yeah? And you love him, Y/N?" He asks. You nod, reaching out to grab Steven's hand. Steven lets a grin creep on to his face. "Then I guess I can't stop you. But if you ever break their heart, I'll fucking gut you, Adler."

If Will makes Steven nervous, he doesn't show it. He gives him a salute with his puppy dog like smile before sticking out his pinky.

"I promise I'll never hurt Y/N purposely, ever." Will rolls his eyes, the irony makes him nearly groan aloud. He sucks it up anyway when he sees your hopeful expression, hooking his pinky onto Steven's.

"Don't make me regret this, Steven," Will grumbles before leaving and walking back into the crowded club. Steven lets out an exhilarated laugh and kisses you, hard.

"Told you he wouldn't kill me!" Steven exclaims, making you laugh out of surprise.

"And we don't have to sneak around anymore!" Steven kisses you again, and again and again until you're breathless.

"I'm so in love with you," he mumbles between his attack on your lips. You smile, tangling your hands in his aqua-net filled hair.

"As I am with you."

#classic rock imagine #guns n’ roses #guns n’ roses x reader #guns n’ roses imagine #80s #steven adler fluff #steven adler imagine #steven adler x reader #steven adler #axl rose x reader #axl rose imagine #axl rose fanfic #axl rose

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zuko-always-lies · 3 years

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What Ty Lee Being at the Circus Indicates About Her Relationship with Azula

Ty Lee begins ATLA at the circus. There is a lot we don’t know about how and why she ran away from home and joined the circus. We don’t even know precisely when she did it. We do get this explanation in “The Beach”:

Ty Lee: Do you have any idea what my home life was like, growing up with six sisters (cut to shot of Ty Lee) who look exactly like me? (she stands up) It was like, I didn't even have my own name. (she falls to the ground crying) I joined the circus because I was scared of spending the rest of my life as part of a matched set. At least, I'm different now. (close shot of teary-eyed Ty Lee) Circus freak is a compliment!

...

Mai: Attention issues. You couldn't get enough attention when you were a kid, so (looking downward) you're trying to make up for it now.

So, as far as we know Ty Lee was severely emotionally neglected in her household and felt particularly devalued due to having 6 identical siblings, and hence ran off to somewhere where she would feel more valued and receive positive attention. Everything here should feel pretty familiar(although I have some ideas about how Ty Lee’s decision to run away might have related to what was going on in the lives of Mai and Azula at the time, but I won’t discuss them here).

Now we turn to the Azula side of the story. People seem to forget this to a degree, but Azula decides to recruit her friends because the royal procession is unwieldly, her guards suck and just had their asses effortlessly kicked by Zuko and Iroh, and hence she needs “ a small, elite team” to accomplish her objectives. Ty Lee and Mai are maybe the 3rd and 4th most powerful individual combatants loyal to the Fire Nation at that point, so Azula’s choice makes a lot of sense. And, of course, Azula is willing to go to extreme lengths to get what she needs for her vital mission, but to some degree that’s outside the scope of what I’m discussing here.

Anyways, let’s turn to Azula and Ty Lee’s reunion. Azula knows exactly where Ty Lee is and has no trouble finding her circus or her, so it seems likely that the two of them have kept in contact to some degree since Ty Lee’s flight. In this engage happens:

Azula: Ty Lee, could that possibly be you?

Ty Lee: Azula!

Ty Lee: It is so good to see you!

Azula: Please, don't let me interrupt your ... [Raises an eyebrow in wonder.] whatever it is you were doing.

Azula: [Glances around.] Tell me, what is the daughter of a nobleman doing here? [Looks back at Ty Lee.] Certainly our parents didn't send us to the Royal Fire Academy for Girls to end up in ... [Looks to her side.] places like this.

Azula looks as three men are trying to move a platypus bear. The Bear groans and moves up to reveal that it has laid an egg. Azula looks at this in disgust and turns her attention back to Ty Lee, grinning once more.

This is a joyous reunion. Azula struggles to understand why Ty Lee likes being at the circus, but from overall tone of the interaction, it very much seems like Ty Lee didn’t run off behind Azula’s back in the first place(although it’s possible that Ty Lee had not decided on ending up in a circus when she ran away in the first place). Azula also expresses the opinions that the circus is a bad place for Ty Lee to be and that Ty Lee is dishonoring her parents by being there(East Asian cultures traditionally place an enormous importance on filial piety, and Azula seems to buy into this fully).

So we’re looking at a sequence of events where Ty Lee goodbye to Azula(and possibly Mai if Mai is still in Caldera) and explains what she’s doing, runs away from home, and then joins the circus, with Azula knowing where Ty Lee is the whole time and believing that her friend is making a bad mistake.

What’s the significance of this all? Azula is royal, she’s crown princess, and she has substantial power in court, perhaps more than anyone other than Ozai. There’s even an easy argument that she could make to Ozai that Ty Lee is very useful as a sparing partner and has combat skills Azula should pick up. It wouldn’t be hard for Azula to get Ty Lee forbidden from leaving Caldera by order of the Firelord, or to get an imperial order demanding that Ty Lee return home.

We don’t know if Azula actively (if reluctantly) aided Ty Lee running away, or if she merely allowed it. But Azula is someone who easily had the power to force Ty Lee to stay in Caldera or to force Ty Lee to return home, yet she didn’t, even though Ty Lee and Mai are Azula’s only support network.

Moreover, Azula is quite possibly the only authority figure(despite likely being younger. Power differentials are bad for friendships, OK?) who actually legitimately cares about Ty Lee’s wellbeing, yet she witnesses Ty Lee deciding to do something Azula thinks is a horrible mistake, and she lets Ty Lee do it?

It’s starting to look like Azula wasn’t nearly as controlling of her friends pre-canon as people are convinced she was.

#Azula #Ty Lee #Dangerous Ladies #Meta #ATLA #ATLA meta

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thelittleboyfromloveactually · 3 years

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No more nose kisses

Mitch rapp x reader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of injuries and blood, a little bit of angst

Promt: Mitch made a promise he knew he couldn’t keep, now he’s paying for it

Word count: 1269

My first Mitch rapp story, this man is so hot it’s not even funny. Anyhow, feedback is greatly appreciated, enjoy!

Again, not my gif! Credit to @dylanholyhellobrien!

Working as a CIA agent was hard, coming home injured, keeping secrets, not being able to have a family. But it was all part of the job. And I knew that every mission I completed, every terrorist I killed, I saved hundreds of lives. Another thing that sucks though, don’t fall in love, no feelings at all, happy, sad, whatever they are, you can’t have them. But sometimes you can’t help falling In love, no many how many times you are told to not get attached, you just can’t help it. Especially when the person you love is extremely hot, and loving and kind. Normally I would tell myself to forget it, but it’s hard to do that when you see them every single day, when you share a bed with them, when they save your ass. So sometimes you just give into that love. Just hoping that they feel the same way. And lucky for me, my love did. Mitch Rapp.

It all started when I was new to the CIA. Mitch seemed to hate me at first but then suddenly he offered to help me with my aim (which may I add was the only thing I could do, I beat all their asses in combat). We began friends, kinda. Mitch was always so reserved but if I’m being completely honest, I was too. It stayed the kinda friends way until we were assigned to a mission to stop some idiots with a nuke. We had to spend 90% of the time with each other. And by the end of the mission we had slept together, he had told me about his past, and mine to him, and I thought I was falling in love with him. No, I *knew* I was falling in love with him. We are….together now, I guess. Together as we can be at least, it is mostly private, it for safety. Cant have the enemy finding out that we have feelings for each other, because, and I quote, “it could be used against us”. Mitch had given me the whole speech, and so had Stan. He noticed how me and Mitch were together and picked up on it guess. Mitch is the best, even though we know our future is no where near certain he still loves me like no one else has. Sometimes though he makes some stupid decision and decides to risk his life even more than he already has to. Disobeying Stans orders (though sometimes he’s right to), being so selfless. After an accident in Russia I made him promise to not to do it anymore, some promises hold for a lifetime, other are meant to be broken, but some promises there was no point in making.

“What the hell was that out there?!” I shouted “were you trying to get yourself killed?!” Yet again we were “home” from a mission, having the same exact fight, he had done something stupid again, and I was angry... again. But this time he had broken a promise.

“Calm down Y/N I’m alive, aren’t I?” He said calmly

“Barely! You have a broken nose, your eyebrow may never be the same, and you have cuts and bruises everywhere!” I paused trying to control myself. He sat down on the edge of the bed looking down, I walked over to him and kneeled down in from of him, grabbing his hands in mine. “Mitch I love you! And you know that! You promised that you wouldn’t do this anymore. I don’t think you know what it does to me to see you hurt. I love how much you care about saving people, and I love you for that. But sometimes please please think about yourself, or if that’s to hard think of me. I can’t live without you Mitch. If you died I-“ I paused not know what to say. Mitch Looked up at me. “I don’t even know what I would do, you know what happened last time. I would be able to handle it again.” I felt a tear run down my cheek, then a thumb wiping it away.

“I’m sorry Y/N” he said tilting my chin up to look it him

“I know I know” I sighed

“It’s my job” he stated

“It’s mine too, what if I did that every time? What if I jumped in front of guns, what would you do?”

“You wouldn’t do that” he said now looking away from me

“Because I care about you, and I know that you would hate me every time, but what if I did?”

“I couldn’t never hate you, but ya, I guess I would be mad and scared, but I’m already scared”

“Exactly Mitch! Try to understand that that’s how I feel” I said putting his hands back in mine “I can’t fucking lose you”

Mitch looked at me, there was anger and annoyance in his eyes, but also love and sadness, pity and a hint of understanding

It was silent, for way to long, I cleared my throat and stood up, “I’m gonna clean you up” I stated walking toward to bathroom to go get the first aid kit

When I got back his shirt was off and he looked sad

“Are you ok?” I asked, I hated that when I said it it sounded blank, it didn’t sound like I cared

“I can’t fucking lose you either Y/N” he said

A breath of relief left my body.

“I love you” I said

He stood up and walked over to me, he took my face in his hands and kissed me

“I love you too” he said smiling “I’m sorry”

“I know you are, but because you were so reckless-“ I was cut off by a grown from Mitch

“Seriously Y/N? Just enjoy the moment babe” he said

“Let me finish, because you were so reckless, you must be punished” I said crowing my arms

Mitch smirked “oh really?” He said kissing my neck “what did you have in mind” hi hands traveled over my body but I cut him off, resisting the temptation to give into him

“No more nose kisses until your nose is healed” I said

“What?” He said, his face turning serious

“You got your nose broken, you don’t get nose kisses”

“But-“ he started before I cut him off again, not daring to look into his beautiful whisky eyes. I knew he was going to try to make me change my mind.

“Nope, no buts”

“Please I need nose kisses”

“And I need you to stop being stupid out in the field”

“Well I guess we all need things” he said, “why don’t we compromise?”

“Nope sorry Mr man, no can do, now let me fix you up” I demanded

“Ugh fine” he pouted like a little boy

He sat down on the bed and I began to clean his wounds, I started with his split open eyebrow, then his nose, working my way down his body. Once I finished, I couldn’t resist, I went up and kissed him on the nose. His eyes lit up, and he smiled.

“You said no more nose kisses sweetheart” he said pulling me to sit on his lap

“I know what I said, but I guess I’m too nice, I couldn’t resist” I said smiling kissing him

He pulled me down on the bed and flipped me over so that he was on top of me. He kept kissing me

“I love you” he said in between kisses

“Show me” I said knowing I was in for a restless night

#mitch rapp #american assassin #mitch rapp x reader #dylan obrien

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tanyawritesstories · 3 years

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Close Encounters | Kit Fisto x Reader

After 6 hours of writing I have finally completed my first request! Which you can view here. I had planned on this being short but then got carried away, I hope the anon who requested this enjoys and so does everyone else who reads it!

@venomous-ko asked me to tag them. @savagesbonergarage @blue-space-porgs I think y'all might like this too 😉

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral (f receiving), handjobs, dirty talk, Master and Padawan relationship, groping, cliffhanger, sexual tension for days, kissing, biting, fingering, all the usual good stuff 😋

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You waited patiently in the training room for your master to arrive. You had gotten there a little early and decided to stretch while you waited for him, he had told you this morning that you would be practicing your lightsaber combat and more hand-to-hand combat training since you hadn’t gotten much of it yet.

Since you didn't have anything you had to do after this, you were wearing comfortable athletic clothes: knee length leggings, tank top, cute sports bra, and the belt that held your lightsaber. The training room was empty right now, most everyone else in different classes or occupied with important things. You were grateful for the privacy but also scared of it, you knew that same palpable tension would hang in the air the second your master walked in.

Kit Fisto was a unique Jedi. As a Jedi Master and council member he was a strong and dependable individual, he was different in that he wasn’t as serious as all the other Jedi Masters. He was capable of smiling and laughing and had a carefree and kind spirit, it made him a favorite with younglings and Jedi knights alike. Not to mention with the soldiers of his underwater unit, you’d lost track of how many men you suspected had a crush on your Master. You thought made you laugh.

Then there was your relationship with him, it was strong but recently had taken a strange turn. You noticed he was spending a lot more time with you and using nicknames like: ‘starlight’ and ‘little flower’ for you. They were endearing and cute, which was also part of your issue. The crush you had on your Master was against the Jedi code, but again, lately it has gone further. You found yourself daydreaming of your Master with you in intimate situations, thank the Maker your mind was well guarded. The flash images of you and him tangled up in the sheets, how you imagined his lips would feel on your skin, how his fingers would feel as they toyed with your clit, how his cock would feel as-

You shook your head, clearing the images away. There you go again. The dreams and the close encounters with your Master had culminated in a sexual tension between the two of you. For all you knew, you could be the only one feeling it, maybe Kit was unaffected. You were lucky that you were able to hide the fact that he affected you so much, both with your mind and by acting normal and calm.

You stood up and stretched, bending in half to touch your toes, feeling the slight pull in your calves. You took a deep breath and relaxed, making sure your muscles weren’t tight and wouldn’t cause an injury.

“Good evening, my Padawan.”

The cheery voice called out and you froze for a second before standing up and turning around. Your master wore a bright smile and positive attitude that was infectious. You smiled back and greeted him. “Evening, master.” You could have sworn you saw his eyes look you up and down before he turned around. You wondered why and then remembered that you had been bent in half with your ass facing the door. You could feel your cheeks heat up and tried to force the sensation back. Kit whisked off his shirt, leaving him in loose fitting shorts. You sucked in a breath and looked at the floor, admiring the work you had done on your painted toenails. You flinched when he put a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him.

“Are you ready?” He asked. You unconsciously leaned into his touch, melting under his admiring gaze. “Yes, Master Fisto,” you answered. He smirked. “Remember, call me Kit when it’s just us, flower,” he said, tapping your hip next to your lightsaber. “Get ready.” You shook yourself out of your stupor and took your lightsaber in hand, activating it. Kit took his stance and activated his own blade.

You remembered your previous training and took a calming breath before lunging at him. Your blow was easily blocked and shoved aside, you used your momentum to land a kick to his chest with your bare foot. Kit took the kick in stride and rolled backwards perfectly, coming to a stand effortlessly. You sighed, slightly frustrated. Kit swung at you this time, you blocked the first swing easily and just barely blocked the next several. Lightsaber combat was fast and required extreme concentration, one misstep could spell catastrophe.

You exchanged blows, the heat from the weapons increasing the heat in the room. You were sweating, your tank top sticking to your body, making parts of it see through. Without his shirt, you could see the beads of sweat rolling down Kit’s chest. You tried not to notice it but you looked for a second too long and felt a spike of heat near your hip. You pulled away and looked to see your shirt had been burnt through to your skin, which was, thankfully, untouched. You heard Kit sigh lightly.

“You need to maintain focus, little one,” he gently scolded. “Yes, Kit,” you said staring at the floor. Whether or not he had seen you staring at his chest you didn’t know, but disappointing him was never something you wanted to do. “How about we get to hand-to-hand training now, huh?” He smiled reassuringly at you and you nodded. You tossed your saber, and the belt it was held on, away. “What am I learning today?” You asked curiously. “We are going to work on your takedowns,” Kit replied, pulling a cushiony landing mat over. You smiled, the idea sounded fun.

Kit brought you over and stood across from you. “The first maneuver I want you to do is when someone grabs you from behind,” he explained, “let me show you.” You barely hid the nervous gulp you took before turning around and backing up a little. Kit made a noise of affirmation before you felt his arms wrap around your middle and you jumped. “You alright?” He asked, his voice close to your ear. “Yes,” you breathed, placing your hands on his arms, “you just startled me, that’s all.” He chuckled in your ear which sent a shiver down your spine and an aching in the bottom of your stomach. “I’m sorry, starlight. It won’t happen again.”

“Alright, so if someone were to grab you like this...” Kit explained, he tightened his grip around your middle and gently pulled. You gasped at the sensation and hoped he didn’t hear you. “...I want you to swing your elbow back to try and hit my face, alright?” You nodded, your breathing getting shallow as you turned your head and saw how close his face was to yours. You pulled your arm in towards you before swinging it out fast, stopping just before it hit Kit in the head. “Like that?” You asked weakly, your elbow relaxing and you draped it over his shoulder. “Just like that,” he whispered. Fuck, his deep voice was doing things to you, the deep timbre worming its way into your ears and settling in between your legs.

“What you do next is put the same arm around my head, use my shoulder for leverage and jump over my other shoulder, make sense?” You smiled and giggled, honestly not knowing what he just explained. “No, I’m sorry, Kit,” You continued giggling, “I’m going to need you to show me.” Kit pushed a strand of hair away from your ear and chuckled with you. “That’s alright, I’ll help you. Just do as I say,” he instructed. Kit took your elbow and pulled it over his head to his other shoulder. You rested your hand against his back, his silky smooth skin warm and you could feel his muscles move under his skin. You hoped he didn’t know what he was actually doing to you.

“Ok, now push off me and use the Force to help you jump over the shoulder your hand was just on. When you do that, turn and land on your feet, I’ll be dragged onto my back and you will have the advantage. See how that works?” He further explained. You looked away, thinking and rehearsing the moves in your head. "I think I got it," you said. You turned your head to look back at him a little too quick and bumped your cheek on his nose, causing you both to laugh. He maintained eye contact with you for a few seconds longer and you saw his eyes darken in the slightest bit. "Alright, c'mon you've got this," Kit encouraged. He counted down and you moved.

You jumped up, using the one arm to push off as well as your feet. With the aid of the Force, you easily swung your body out of his grip and over his other shoulder. You both went careening backwards but you landed gracefully on your knees while Kit landed flat on his back, his fall cushioned by the mat. “Excellent!” He praised. You smiled wide and stood up, offering him your hand to get up. He took it and you pulled him to stand, you didn’t realize how much strength you had put into it until Kit was standing and still moving towards you with his momentum. You reached out to stop him from crashing on top of you.

“Sorry about that, little flower. Lost my balance,” he apologized. You both held each other’s gaze, the tension in the air was so thick it could probably be cut with a lightsaber. You broke away after a moment and that’s when you realized that your hands were placed on his bare chest. Heat rushed to your face and you promptly removed your hands, murmuring an apology under your breath. You could feel Kit’s eyes linger on you for a little longer before he began instructing you on the next takedown move.

“This one is fairly simple. I swing at you, you grab my arm, turn around, and flip me over your back.” You nodded along with his words, you’d seen this move done before and knew it wasn’t as difficult as the last one. “When I swing at you, grab my wrist, turn and pull me into your back. It has to be one smooth motion to let’s try just that a couple times,” Kit explained. You agreed and took your position.

Kit threw a punch and stopped when his arm was outstretched. “I grab the inside of your wrist, right?” You asked, and Kit confirmed. You grabbed his wrist with both hands and turned your back to him, pulling his arm across your chest. “Alright, good. Now do that again but pull me into your back.” You reset your positioning and breathed. Kit punched again but didn’t stop his arm this time, you grabbed his wrist and turned, pulling his chest to your back.

He collided into you with more force than you thought, you could feel the bare skin of his chest against your back where your top didn’t cover, you also felt something pressing into your ass. You froze. There was no way, this couldn’t be happening, the hardness against your ass was not what you thought it was. You tried to convince yourself and breathed in shakily, you pushed back on him accidentally while trying to move your foot and his other hand gripped your hip tight.

“Shh,” you heard him whisper. You tried to move away but he held you firmly and you just ended up grinding into him more, he groaned in your ear and your suspicions were confirmed. You could feel the wetness pooling at the apex of your thighs and your breathing become shallow. How long had he been hard for? His other arm you still had clutched to your chest and you felt his hand twist slightly, giving him the perfect angle to rest his hand over your breast. He squeezed gently and you barely bit back a moan.

“Master-”

“Just finish the move,” he rasped out, releasing his grip on your hip.

You pulled away and avoided eye contact as you moved to complete the takedown all the way through. You grabbed his wrist, turned, pulled his back to your chest, ignoring the feeling of his erection pressing into your ass again. In one smooth motion you, with the help of the Force, hoisted your master up and over you, sending him sprawling onto the mat. You kept ahold of his arm and your eyes met, you felt your pussy clench around nothing as his eyes were dark as night, filled with lust. You chanced a glance further down his body and saw the prominent tent in his shorts. Your mouth fell open and your eyes flicked between his eyes and his dick.

Tension and silence filled the room until Kit made a move.

He spun around on his back to face you and tugged on your arm that was still holding him, sending you toppling down onto him. Kit cupped your face with his other hand and crushed his lips to yours in a fiery kiss. It took a few seconds for your brain to register what exactly was happening, as soon as it did, you were kissing back. Kit parted his lips and ran his tongue over your bottom lip, nibbling gently, asking for entrance. You opened and Kit’s tongue entered your mouth, your tongues swirling together. Kit pushed off the floor and rolled you both over so he was on top of you, devouring you in his kisses. You wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him closer to you, Kit was holding himself above you with his arms and he experimentally ground his clothed cock against your center.

You broke away at the sensation of him grinding against you, you let out a loud moan and looked Kit in the eyes, he stilled. “Do you want this?” He asked, breathless. “Yes,” you breathed, “more than anything.” You pulled Kit down for another blazing kiss, during which you could feel his hands slipping under your tank top and pushing it up. You broke away just for him to pull it all the way off and toss it somewhere in the room. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Kit kissed you once more before moving down to suck and bite marks into your neck.

You almost couldn’t believe this was happening, had your master really had the hots for you the entire time and you had no idea. It was something you’d have to ask him later. A sharp nip to your collarbone had you crying out again and you wove a hand through his head tendrils. “Kit….” you moaned. He broke away from your neck and chuckled. “Needy, aren’t you?” He teased. He undid your bra and pulled it over your head, throwing that away also and revealing your breasts. You heard him curse under his breath and he gently took them in his hands. “You are stunning, my dear,” he cooed. You bit your lip and whined, watching as his mouth descended on one of your nipples. Your back arched, pushing your chest further into his hands and mouth. You moaned as you felt his tongue trace around your pebbled bud, finally flicking over it a few times and sucking hard.

You mewled, feeling more slick seep out of you as Kit sucked on one breast and his hand massaged the other. He switched and gave your other breast the same attention, his other hand snaking its way down your body. Your nails scratched up Kit’s back but he seemed to be enjoying it, letting out moans and grunts while kissing and sucking your tits. His wandering hand found its destination and he rubbed your heat through your leggings, finding them wet through. He pulled away and sat up on his knees.

“Look at you, soaked through your leggings. Do you need me to take care of you, little one?” He asked. You nodded rapidly. “Yes, please Kit. I’ve wanted you for so long,” you pleaded. Kit chuckled and reached for the waistband of your leggings, pulling them off in one fluid motion. His eyes widened at the sight and he could feel his dick twitch in his shorts. Kit looked up at you. “No panties?” He questioned. “My my, such a filthy little thing you are.”

You whined again, desperate for any sort of attention where you needed it most. Kit spread your legs and watched as your folds parted, he groaned at the sight and ran two fingers up and down your soaking slit. You released high pitched moans and tried to stay still as the pleasure wracked through your body. “You’re positively dripping, starlight. Is all this for me?” Kit asked in awe. “Yes, all for you Kit. You a-always make me this wet…” you said, your body jolting with pleasure. Kit swirled his fingers around your clit and you nearly shouted, he moved them lower and sunk two fingers into your dripping hole. Your eyes closed, the electric feeling coursing through your body as Kit started pumping his fingers.

He kept them at a steady pace and you were about to beg for more when you heard him ask you to open your eyes. You opened your eyes and looked down your body to see that Kit had moved to lay between your spread legs. Before you could say anything he was licking long stripes up your cunt, flicking his tongue around your clit and slurping up all your juices.

“You taste heavenly, little flower,” he purred. Kit slipped his tongue inside and curled it, practically scooping your wetness into his mouth. Your eyes closed and your head flew back, your moans and cries of his name mixing on your tongue. His tongue felt like liquid gold inside you, reaching parts of you that you didn't know you had and dragging pleasure from your body like a talented artist stroking against his pliant canvas.

Kit removed his tongue and replaced it with his fingers while his tongue gave your clit attention. His fingers pumping in and out, their pace picking up and Kit curled them, hitting that secret spot of heaven inside you. Your hands flew to the back of Kit’s head and pressed him impossibly closer, your fingers entwining in his lekku. Kit continued to drown himself in your cunt, he was hard as a rock in his shorts and wanted nothing more than to sink into your warm body and stay forever.

Kit worked on repeatedly hitting your sweet spot with his fingers, he could tell you were getting close and he wanted you a wet slippery mess before you took his cock. He sped up the pace of his fingers making sure to hit that spot with every thrust.

"K-kit," you cried, "I'm, I'm close..” He broke away from your pussy to speak to you. “I know. Cum for me, little flower, soak my fingers,” he begged. Kit returned his mouth to your clit and sucked hard, your hips bucked up and Kit quickly held them down as your orgasm flowed through you. The pleasure was blinding and you threw your head back once more, ecstasy surging through your body, you saw white and opened your mouth to scream Kit’s name.

He worked you through intense bliss, he stopped his ministrations and sat up again watching you catch your breath, your eyes still closed. While you were distracted, he removed the rest of his clothes.

You slowly came down from the mind blowing orgasm that Kit gave you, you opened your eyes and whimpered at the sight before you. Kit was finally naked and Maker he was gorgeous. Now that you were allowed to look at him you noticed his broad chest and strong, toned body. The expanse of his pretty green skin got slightly darker around his thick cock. Kit had a knowing look on his face as you said nothing, only reached out for him, he took your hand in one of his and kissed the back of it lovingly. His other hand traveled down and slowly stroked over his length, you whimpered and mewled as you watched him touch himself. Kit could almost see more of your juices pouring out of you and he smirked. He took your hand in his other one and brought it to his cock where you wanted it.

He guided your hand up and down his shaft and you twisted your wrist as you worked him. His skin was even softer and you wanted it in your mouth immediately, you smeared around the clear and sticky precum leaking out of his pointed and swollen tip. The little grunts and groans that spilled from Kit’s lips were music to your ears, but you wanted to make him moan. You tugged a little harder on his cock and Kit’s chest rose and fell faster with his breathing. He suddenly clamped his hand over yours, stopping your movements.

“Your hands feel amazing, starlight,” he gasped, “but I’m not cumming without being inside you.” You gasped and Kit draped himself over the top of you again. You grabbed the back of his neck and brought him in for another kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue and lips. “I need you to fuck me, Kit, please,” you begged. “I will, are you on-” “Yes, I’m on something, pleeeaasse,” you whined. You could feel his cock resting against your stomach and needed it inside your body. “Patience, little one. I’ll give you what you want,” Kit purred in your ear. He rested his forehead against yours as he reached down and slid his cock up and down your slit, collecting your juices. He pumped himself a couple times before lining up and pushing inside you slowly.

Your breath was stolen from you and your mouth hung open. Lords he was big. His cock stretched you deliciously as he continued to sheath himself within you. “Ooohh, fuck,” Kit groaned, closing his eyes as he bottomed out. You both stared into each other’s eyes, catching your breath and getting used to the feeling of being connected. Kit lowered his lips to yours, your walls were squeezing him so tight he didn’t know how he was going to pull out much. You once again wrapped your legs around Kit’s waist and dug your nails into his back. You had expected it to hurt when he entered you, given his size, but all you felt was mind numbing pleasure that encompassed your entire being.

You nodded once you were used to him and Kit slowly started moving, pulling out halfway before slamming back in. You yelped and begged for more. “Kit, please. I want you Kit, I need you to make me cum. Fuck, please!!” You rambled. Kit chuckled and picked up his pace, knowing he wouldn’t last long with how tight you were and how close he already was. “Stars above, YN,” Kit moaned, “fuck, you’ve got the tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt.” His pace increased again and he was slamming in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping together and panting filled the empty training room.

You kissed again and Kit reached down to play with your clit. Your sweaty bodies sticking together, both of you in a new kind of euphoria previously undiscovered. “Look at you, fuck, you look so beautiful like this. You gonna cum on my cock now, flower?” Kit panted. You had no words, none could enter your mind, the only thing you could think of was how good Kit was making you feel and how you never wanted it to stop. You nodded frantically, moaning loud and pulling Kit closer to you.

He pressed hard on your clit at the same time he bit onto your neck and you were sent over the edge of ecstasy. You screamed his name and convulsed around him, your cunt clamping down on him and gushing all over his cock. Kit released your neck and growled deep in your ear as his balls tightened and, with a few more thrusts, his seed was spilling inside you. You both stilled, connected together and finally sated.

After a couple minutes you fully came down from your highs and your eyes met. You smiled and Kit smiled brightly back at you, before you both started laughing. "This isn't exactly the way I had hoped you'd find out about my feelings for you," Kit confessed. You shook your head. "Me neither, but I'm glad it happened," you said. "Me too," Kit whispered, leaning down to kiss you again. You could feel Kit start to soften inside you but he made no move to pull away from you.

You nuzzled your nose into Kit's cheek. "I love you, Kit," you whispered. Kit in turn kissed the tip of your nose, making you giggle. "And I love you, Y/N," he said. "My little flower." You both smiled and connected your lips in another kiss. You both barely heard the sound of someone clearing their throat until a familiar Kel Dor voice spoke.

"Well, what do we have here?"

#star wars the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #kit fisto #kit fisto x reader

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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 3 years

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So ok, i was hoping if you could do a compainions react to a trans male sole losing a fight with some transphobic (+ homophobic for male companions) raiders?

(I hope you enjoyed!!)

Let me just start by saying this, the companions will absolutely do their best to fuck their shit up regardless- you’re their friend, in some of their cases, the only friend they truly trust.

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Things were going so smoothly.

As per usual, a typical walk down the eastern coast of Boston resulted in stumbling upon some less than savory characters- but that hadn’t been an issue before. Once the two of you had finally stumbled upon mentioned characters, you gave each other a knowing look before engaging in combat.

One thing led to another and somehow they got separated from you, the realization of such causing their breath to hitch- worried eyes scanning all around in hopes of finding you. However they not had to look for very long-

“Yeah that’s it! Fucking tranny, cowering like the little bitch you are.” Somehow, someway..this person got the jump on you. What was to be an easy shot to their head quickly went awry whenever they struck your hand with their tire iron, proceeding to heat you back until your leg swayed from beneath you- your body succumbing to the sheer pain of a few broken bones.

That’s probably why your heart beat several pumps a minute, having had to force yourself backed into a crate wall in attempt to escape.

“Heh, shame. You’re actually kind of cute, for a dude with a pussy, at least.” The sickeningly spat, their fingers fidgeting as they readjusted the grip on their weapon- raising it, about to swing...until-

<Special!>

Dogmeat:

As though it wasn’t bad enough that the person his precious sole was fighting with was being aggressive, they were also saying these weird things too? Oh hell no. As soon aa the German Shepherd got a good shot, he’d leap above your trembling form and a silently wreck shop on their ass. Teeth to tits.

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Cait:

“Hey you fucking cunt, hope you like swallowing teeth!”

She wouldn’t even hesitate to use her own fists. It would probably hurt her too, but she didn’t care. True to her words, she’d make them suffer- busting their nose and knocking their teeth out before finally settling for gouging their eyes.

Curie:

“You say very mean things, at least you won’t be able to anymore...”

Being so dainty and lithe definitely had its perks. While that asshat was spewing their venomous monologue, she was able to sneak up behind them- plunging a syringe full of poison into their jugular.

How could they be so mean to you?

Danse:

“That’s quite enough.”

Danse usually wouldn’t ever resort to using such..brutal measures. However between feeling the sting of their words and seeing how they were able to beat you so badly....Danse grabbed ahold of their head and simply lifted up. The strength of his power armour suit allowing him to successfully “pop” it off.

Deacon:

“Sucks for them.”

Deacon would use their talking as an opportunity. Sneaking up behind them, he’d plunge his knife right into their back- twisting it for good measure as they screamed in agony. It was a bit underhanded, but shit, it worked.

As soon as he was able to get you to medical help, he’d be there to try to make you feel better about the ridiculous things that person said.

Gage:

“Dumbass, didn’t even know who he was talking too. Oh well, come on boss..let’s go get ourselves cleaned up.”

He. Would. Not. Hesitate. To. Blow. Their. Fucking. Head. Off.

Hancock:

“You, oh you’re coming with me..”

Having chems on hand usually meant Hancock was always ready for a good time..however right now it meant he was stocked up to perform a quick little “kidnapping”. Once he gage you a stimpack and was sure you’d be alright, he’d option for the two of you to go to Goodneighbor- dragging the insufferable, unconscious dickhead with you the entire way.

Once there, it was all a matter of waiting. Who knows? Maybe they’ll be missing a tongue, or a toe when they wake up. Either way, it’ll be a fun experience.

Macready:

“What a buttface..”

They didn’t know it, but it was a horrible decision to turn your back on a sniper. Mere seconds went by before Mac’s bullet flew through their skull, painting you in the viscera of their demise. A little bit afterwards, Mac would come strolling along with his trusty rifle at side. Then he’d kneel down in front of you, a small smile on his face when you thanked him.

Maxson:

“You’re in no position to say such disrespectful things..Mercy isn’t something I usually consider, but for you- it’s entirely out of the question.”

Arthur almost never got involved with the commonwealth missions, but this time he was glad he had.

As they were saying their indecent words, he grabbed the hand they intended to wing with- pulling it back and twisting it around their back, pulling one good time causing them to yell out in pain. Just when they were going to swing toward him, they were promptly met with the business end of his combat knife- slicing into their forehead from the force of which they turned.

Nick:

“Some people just have no redemption..Do they?”

The old detective would merely cast his gaze at their now twitching corpse, having shoot them point blank in the back of their head. He’d just scoff, kicking their body aside as he tentatively looked you over- deciding the next best course of action was to jab a stimpack in you.

Old Longfellow:

“Dontcha dare listen to them kiddo, son of a bitch probably didn’t have a piece of brain left anyway- now let’s go get you patched up.”

It took only five point two seconds for him to choke the unsuspecting raider, having pulled back their tire iron and thrusted it against their throat, holding it their until they no longer breathed. Once done with his rather violent display, he simply shrugged and offered you his hand.

Piper:

“Wow, what a dick..”

She’d have no words! None. She’s seen some terrible people, but boy, the world just never ceases to supply a worse bunch, does it? Regardless of her eternal thoughts, she’d just shake her head before shooting them in their ass, then their face when they turned around.

Preston:

“Hmph, as if being a raider wasn’t already a shitty enough life decision..”

Their words would enrage him to no return. This ended up resulting in him bashing the butt of his laser musket against their head until they no longer moved. They had no right to cast down such terrible judgement. No one does.

Skinny Malone:

“Don’t worry now, bastard got what was coming to ‘im.”

Yours crazy if don’t think wherever Skinny goes, his gang is close behind. At the very first sign of trouble, they came out of their shadowing spots and unleashed hell in the form of several rounds of ammunition. When all was said in done, the asshole that spoke such means words to you closely resembled Swiss cheese. After the whole ordeal, Skinny would take you back to his headquarters and let you drink to your hearts content- reassuring you that you shouldn’t let people like that make you feel any less of your self.

Sturges:

“Listen, I know you raider kind aren’t the smartest but..that’s just stupid. Even for your standards I presume.”

Truthfully..he was scared as hell going up against the raiders but! He owed it to you. So he rolled up his sleeves and stormed right in up to the bastard looking over you, hitting them upside the head with an old wooden board he thankfully found.

X6-88:

“Let’s go..I believe we’re both entitled to drink after this.”

He made quick, precise work of the perpetrator. Gone and done before your eyes could even process it. Had he not been right in front of you, offering you his hand, likely wouldn’t have even thought he had killed them at all- instead perhaps thinking it was some invisible force instead.

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I had a minecraft dream last night...

This is going to be a long post, but bear eith me, and take the time to read it.

I don't dream about minecraft very often. In fact this might be a first. I'm still in bed while writing this, as im afraid if I wait I'll lose a bunch of the memories.

It involved myself and a few members of the Dream SMP getting sucked into MC. Ironic, I know. Dream, George, Badboyhalo, Tecnoblade, Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, and myself. We all looked like our avatars... mostly, and even had some special skills i'll get into later.

To be clear, they were as they are in real life in terms of personality.

I've not watched the dream smp yet... maybe I should start soon. Anyway, side tracked...

The world worked differently than normal MC. It was more realistic, especially the combat and movement. Anything you can do irl you can do here. The drawback was that it made everything harder and more exhausting.

I was dragged in a month before the others, where over the next four weeks, I'd figure out how the lives system works; how difficult movement was; that crafting was nearly the same as normal mc; and how to build.

Five lives. There was a little tracker on the back of your hand, five squares for five lives. Each life you lost, a square would disappear. But it wasnt that simple. Every tine you died you'd feel the affects of the world more. Eating took longer, everything cost more and more realistic amounts of effort, and most importantly... taking damage would actually hurt.

On your first life damage was less of a danger and more of a 'stat' to just be aware of. Getting attacked, shot, exploded next to, ect wasn't too bad. But the more you died the more these things started to get scary. Arrows would tear their way in and ve painful to remove. You'd bleed and have actual wounds that needed care.

By the time the smp members were spawning in, I'd already been reduced to my last life. I was never good at minecraft, though im alright irl with a bow it didnt help much.

You spawn in unconcious. I'd lost my first life that way. I spawned above water. A painless drowning. I hadn't gone back to the ocean since, it scared the fuck out of me.

The first to arrive was Techno. I went back to spawn for the good sheep spawns there. Found him asleep in the grass. He was lucky no creepers had spawned.

Nearly everyone was bigger than me, I'm pretty small, so hauling this guys limp piglin ass all the way to my little safety shack was really hard.

Then Dream and George one after another. Badboy. Tommy... and finally Wilbur.

Wilbur was... a special case. He was a ghost. Just like his ghostbur skin had been. Fully awake, really freaking out. I was near collapsing from taking everyone else to my home, wasnt really much of a comfort, but I at least managed to convince him to come with me after the sun started to dip.

When we got back Wilbur helped me make beds. Couldn't have everyone sleeping propped up against the walls... Wilbur couldn't grab anything, but he could open and close chests. He also found out he could manafest things like his guitar, and a plushie orca. Things that made him a little less anxious. It was nice to hear music again.

I didnt get to talk to him long. We finished the beds, put everyone on one, then I immediatly konked the fuck out over the crafting table.

By the time I woke up, everyone was already awake and talking. The typical suspects. Why are we here, how, what happened, is this even real. You get the picture. I guess usually social anxiety, especially in the presence of people I admire so much, would've been a big stressor but after a month alone in this world I damn near started bawling at the thought of someone else even existing.

I told them all I know. We are stuck here, we have lives, dont fucking lose them it makes the game harder. The physics are just as janky as regular minecraft, mobs are much more articulated, armour actually has weight and at this point I wasnt aware of the little buffs everyone had to a particular skill.

Dream was incredibly good at exploiting the game's wonky system and parkouring, even of he couldnt nessesarily do it irl.

Techno was suddenly extremely knowledgeable about combat and could handle most weapons effectively. He was also a piglin-type guy which made him immune to fire.

George's coding skills translated directly into redstone knowledge, letting him build ridiculous machines with enough respources.

Tommy had incredible luck with loot and generally got good enchants.

And Bad was, thanks to his skin, some form of demonic entity and would be completely ignored by most hostile mobs.

Wilbur, as you know, was a ghost who could phase through anything and summon ghostly items.

We didn't find out everyone's special trait immediatly, of course. It happened over many days of trail and error trying to collect resources, build, and have fun.

Turns out my skill was useless by myself, hence why I never found it before they arrived. Anything I gave to another person was twice as effective. Healing items helped more, food would fill them on smaller portions, armour would get a free temporary enchant depending on what they needed.

I'd never liked playing minecraft alone.

I'm losing some of the dream, I shoukd wtite some bullet points down or this post will be miles long.

Tommy accidently befriended a wolf, he named it Wilbur to mess with Wilbur. We had two Wilburs.

Bad was constantly driven up the wall by peoples language but truly was using it as a coping mechanism early on because he was afraid of being stuck here forever. We made sure to swear occasionally so he'd get the oportunity to yell at us.

Techno lost his first life when a creeper blast threw him directly into Dream's sword.

Dream never got over it.

Wilbur started making more songs and even made a few targetted at the groups adventures.

Wilbur descovered if he goes into the floor he cant tell which was is up, this terrified him, he never went underground again.

George made automatic farms and eventually even non-minecraft typical things like a morning alarm clock, a compass that pointed to the nearest village, and invented new armour that was more lightweight but still protective.

Wilbur the wolf regularly barked at and mauled giant spiders before they got anywhere near the house, much to literally everyone's relief.

Bad learned how to read and write enchanting table symbols.

I taught Dream how to repair his clothes and in return he showed me how to build traps.

Techno learned he could talk hoglin, piglin, and villager.

Bad learned he could stare at endermen and mistakingly assumed everyone could so he told everyone else its ok to do so.

Tommy lost his first life to an enderman.

Wilbur worked with george for a whole week on special gloves that would let him touch stuff.

I took an arrow dangerously close to the lungs after Tomny's first respawn trying to bring him home.

Dream realised he couldn't take off his mask and wished he could see the world normally again, nobody knew what his vision was like.

Bad descovered a joy for cooking.

Bad also tamed a cat and named it Muffin.

Muffin the cat would ride Wilbur the wolf around.

Dream lost his first life to hunger after pushing himself for too long.

Techno took a wrong step in the neather and lost his second life to a seriously long fall.

I never knew what I looked like...

Tommy lost his second life being overrun by zombies without a weapon. We made a rule to never leave the house alone after this many deaths.

Bad descovered pretty late that milk is poisonous to him and thus cakes will kill him. He lost a life to cake. He was devastated.

Tommy built a cute campfire. He and Wilbur would mess around singing at it. Wolf Wilbur thoroughly enjoyed this.

I would stay up most of the night watching everyone sleep because I worried the house could get invaded or surrounded. They found out after Phantoms started spawning and made a rule that at least one of then would stay awake at night to make me feel better.

George built Dream an obstacle course with lots of moving parts and such. He ran it every morning.

I learned how to play guitar from Wilbur at the campfire.

Torches never burnt out after they arrived. No idea why.

That's all I can remember...

It was a hard dream, I was sad and angry sometimes... but the happy moments made it worth it.

I hope I return to that dream someday.

#dream #badboyhalo #georgenotfound #technoblade #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #minecraft #a dream #long post

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dreamingofmilk · 4 years

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I love love love everything that yall post and I saw that yall were taking requests! Would you please write a fic where Sam and Reader get drunk and accidentally get married and like, they lowkey have feelings for each other with fluff and smut please?

Thanks for the support Love!!! We appreciate it. We wrote up something for you and we hope you like it!!

You were always a cautious person.

Even as a child, you always made sure to make logical and sound decisions, ones that usually seemed boring to your peers.

There was only one decision that you made that was irresponsible, your decision to become an Avenger. There were absolutely no logistics involved in that choice, but when you saw Falcon and Captain America save a school bus full of children from a band of evil aliens one day, you knew that was the path you needed to take. Your brain told you all along the way that it was dangerous and stupid and that you'd get yourself killed, but you couldnt shake the feeling that this was where you were meant to be. That feeling only got stronger when the Avengers agreed to have you join their team. You'd never forget the tight hug Sam gave you, his smile wide.

"Good job Y/N. You're going to be great!"

You still get butterflies in your stomach just thinking about that moment.

There was something about Sam that comforted you and made you uneasy at the same time. An awareness that you didn't have with anyone else on the team. You both got along great, he was your closest friend on the team and you both worked really well together. So well that you did most of your missions together. You both had a very easy chemistry while fighting. Like your bodies instinctively knew what the other was going to do.

So it was no surprise to anyone that the two of you were assigned to a mission in Vegas, busting an undercover crime ring on the strip. You always knew Sam was very good at his job, but it was amazing to watch him do espionage work. Everyone knew him as a loud, boisterous man, and he definitely was, but underneath all of that charm and humor was a genius. He always knew exactly how to twist a situation in his favor and the two of you made quick work of getting to the core of the organization and pulling out its heart, the infamous mob boss Tony Facinelli. He was an embarrassingly arrogant man, but watching Sam tear his confidence into pieces before he apprehended him was equal parts terrifying and fascinating. You would never think that a man capable of that kind of mindfuckery would also make dad jokes and laugh so hard he wheezed watching funny dog videos. It really opened your eyes to how amazing this man was.

You both quickly cleaned everything up and tied up all of the loose ends and after spending 2 months undercover you were ready for a relaxed night in your hotel, but Sam had other plans.

"Y/N! Another mission down. Can't beat the dream team baby!" He reached his arms around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, his head turning to give you a kiss on the side of your head. "You did a great job, just loosen up a bit during interrogation. You seemed more scared than Facinelli."

You looked up at him and frowned, "You scarred that man for life and you didn't touch him once. That's some scary shit Wilson. What the hell are you?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "It's just part of the job sometimes. I don't enjoy doing it, but it's effective in some cases." He shook his head slightly, "That's irrelevant though, I don't want to focus on any of that crap. We did good work and saved a bunch of people. We should celebrate! Let's get lit!"

You were shaking your head and trying to fight a smile, but his enthusiasm was infectious. You could never really say no to him. "Fine, but just a couple drinks and some dancing. That's all."

Sam practically vibrated with excitement. "Yes! I've always wanted to party in Vegas! Now I get to do it with my best girl!"

You rolled your eyes, but there was not much sting since you were smiling. "Let me go get ready, you idiot. I'll meet you in the lobby."

You took your time getting cute. Luckily this mission involved a lot of nightclub visits so you had several sexy dresses to choose from. You chose a blood red dress that hugged everything perfectly and showed just the right amount of boobs and legs. You pulled on some matching heels and added a red lip and smokey eye to finish everything off. You were bad as fuck! Maybe you'd be able to get some dick tonight! Lord knows it's been a while. You quickly grabbed your things and made your way downstairs.

When you stepped out of the elevator you almost passed out when you saw Sam. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that the man was attractive, but dressed like this, he was irresistible. You made your way over, paying close attention to his eyes following you.

When you reached him he grabbed your hand and took his sweet time looking over your outfit. "Damn Y/N! You look… fuck…” He took a deep breath “You look good! Give me a spin, let me get the full effect." He pulled your hand up and you spun slowly, filing away the groan you heard when your back was facing him.

"Thank you. Should be enough to catch some attention huh?" You grinned.

He shook his head, "Nah, that's enough to catch some cuffs. Let's get out of here."

The taxi ride was short and pleasant. The two of you chatted about random things, cracking a few jokes.

When you pulled up to the club you could hear the bass booming. The line was so long you couldn't see where it ended.

"We can just go back." You turned to Sam

"Nope, I know the owner. Did a favor for him a while back. We'll get in no problem." Sam shook his head and grabbed your hand.

He walked right up to the bouncer and after saying his name you were let in. Sam walked you both immediately to the bar, catching the bartender's attention. "4 patron shots please, and two whiskey sours." Your favorite liquor, and your favorite drink. Once the bartender made them, Sam handed one to you and smirked. "Alright! Let's have a good time tonight Y/N!" You both took two shots each, and downed your mixed drinks, then made your way to the dance floor. You were ready to throw some ass, so you started looking around for a worthy taker, and once you spotted one you started to make your way over to him, but Sam grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. He leaned down and crooned into your ear,

"Where are you running off to sweetheart?"

You tilted your head in confusion, "To twerk?"

"There is no way in hell I'm not getting the first twerk." Sam grinned.

You shrugged, "Fine with me." Inside you were freaking out. This was a dream come true! You assumed position, fully ready to blow his freaking mind. When the beat dropped, you put all of your energy into twerking. You twerked high, low and everything in between. You grinded and popped and clapped and showed out completely. And Sam took every bit of it with ease. You had to admit you were getting a bit turned on. His hands were unconsciously sliding up and down your hips as you danced. It made you want to be touched everywhere.

After a few more songs you were tired, so Sam took you both back to the bar and you both got two more shots of Patron. He started to take his first one, but as he looked at you he paused and the grin that lit up his face was definitely up to no good. He sat the dring back down and pulled you close to him.

He leaned down and whisper-yelled into your ear, "Let's do body shots Y/N." You both were definitely lit and you didn't hesitate at all. You nodded immediately. Sam's smirk grew wider. He pulled you completely into his embrace, and buried his face into your neck. "You smell so damn good Y/N. Makes me so fucking hard." You clenched your legs in response to combat the flood that just fell between your legs. You've never heard him speak like this, but you'd be damned if it was a huge turn on.

You whimpered as he pulled back, but it was short-lived because he licked a long stripe along the side of your neck. You gasped and held onto his arms for balance. Sam snickered and sprinkled the salt on your neck. "There, now hold still Y/N." He bit the lime, tossed the shot of tequila before leaning down and sucking on your neck. You definitely couldn't fight the moan that left your mouth. He took his sweet time on your neck, licking, sucking, and biting. There was no way there was any salt left, but you had no intentions of stopping him. After a few immensely pleasurable moments he pulled back and licked his lips, his eyes twinkled with lust. "You're turn, Y/N"

You smiled and moved even closer to him. You splayed your hands across his chest and just relished the feeling of his muscles for a minute before you unbuttoned his shirt just enough to reach the center of his chest. Really it was the only place you could reach comfortably on this tall man.

You pushed the fabric out of the way and flattened your tongue to lick right between his pecs. You sprinkled the salt and did the shot just like he did, not caring at all that it was backwards. He didn't let you play for very long on his chest though. You pouted when he pulled you back. He grabbed both sides of your face.

"Y/N, look at me. I know we're both drunk right now, but I need you to really think about what's happening here. If this keeps going I'm gonna take care of that ass. Are you completely sure that's what you want?"

You were drunk, really drunk, but you were also very sure that you wanted Sam to crack your back. You looked into his eyes and nodded slowly. "Yes, I'm sure."

He nodded back, "Ok. Get up on the bar stool, baby." You wobbled for a second, but managed to get on the stool. Sam kneeled on the ground and grabbed your legs. He pulled them so you had no choice but to fall back on the stool, your back supported and your legs held up by him alone. You had a passing thought of you two being in public, but you couldn't bring yourself to care very much. Sam spread your legs on each of his shoulders, your dress hiking up to right below your butt. He took a soft bite of your inner thigh before he licked it and sprinkled the salt. Your eyes almost bugged out of your head. You always knew Wilson was fucking nasty! By the time he finished his shot you had absolutely no interest in taking another or staying in this club when you could be getting wrecked. You pulled him to eye level by his shirt and bit his earlobe before whispering. "Take me to bed, Wilson."

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You always prided yourself on having made only one illogical decision in your life, and now you've made several in one night. The rest of the night was a complete blur, you can only remember small bits, like the feeling of Sam on top of you, or the cab driver yelling at the two of you as you made out in the car.

But this? You had absolutely no memory of this. You looked down at your left hand again, the huge beautiful rock on your finger still shocking you just as much as it did when you woke up, hungover and smothered by your 'husband'. You wanted to pull your hair out. How could you be so stupid?!

This was going to ruin everything between you two! There's no way Sam was going to want to be married to you. And you had to admit to yourself deep down that it was going to hurt like a bitch when he woke up and rejected it. You wrung your hands as you watched his still form on the bed. You would just have to keep a really good poker face, and hope he doesn't see through the cracks.

He'd think you were absolutely batshit crazy if he knew you were ok, no happy, ecstatic to be married to him. On your end there have been feelings there since the beginning. Sam was a great guy, almost impossible not to fall in love with, and you weren’t immune to that.

Your mind completely blanked as you heard him shuffle in the bed. He rose up and stretched, and you couldn't even look at him. Your stomach was in knots.

He grunted, then paused, before you heard his footsteps coming toward you. Here we go, brace yourself for it.

"What a wild night! How are you feeling Babygirl?"

You shrunk into yourself, "I've been better."

He tsked, "Well we can't have that. It's our honeymoon after all. Do you want some waffles?"

“What did you say?" Your head shot up so quick you almost gave yourself whiplash.

His expression was clear, a touch of humor in his eyes. "Waffles?"

You frowned and rolled your eyes, "Before that Wilson."

"You made an honest man out of me and finally cuffed me."He raised his left hand and wiggled his fingers.

"Wait, you're not mad?" You shook your head in confusion.

He shook his head, "No, why would I be? It was kind of my idea."

You stood up and crossed your arms, confusion etched on your face. "I don't understand Sam. What the hell are you talking about?"

He smiled softly. "After our escapade at the bar," he smirked when you looked away in embarrassment, "we got back to the hotel and had some mind blowing sex, like, fucking amazing. You sure know how to work that smart ass mouth Mrs. Wilson. We talked for a while after and you told me you loved me." His voice got much softer and his smile grew wider.

"I confessed my love for you too and said a joke about getting married by a fat Elvis since we were in Vegas and you practically demanded we do it. Had to lock down that good dick I guess. Though I’m not complaining cause that sex was something else." He was openly laughing by the time he finished speaking.

"And you listened to me?! We were drunk off our asses!" You frowned.

Sam nodded, "We were, and I tried to talk you out of it, several times in fact, but you shut all of that down and said you knew exactly what you were doing. Like I said, I already had feelings for you and at the time it made sense. We had a lovely chapel wedding with Samuel L Jackson, kinda looks like Fury if you think about it."

"Sam I swear to God if this is a joke to you…" You looked into his eyes.

He crossed the room faster than you could blink. "Don't even finish that. You know me Y/N. Would I ever play about something like this?" He grabbed both sides of your face. "I've been in love with you for over a year Y/N, and I felt like you felt something too, but you always seemed to be scared of it so I didn't push it. Last night was the first time I got to see into your mind and your heart. I know it's crazy, but I want to be married to you. I want to stay together. And I think you do too."

He was absolutely right. You got the same feeling you did when you decided to become an avenger around Sam. That feeling of fate. This was exactly where you were supposed to be, no matter how illogical the decision was.

You nodded, tears coming to your eyes, "I do want to stay together."

Sam pulled you into a tight hug, "Say it again Y/N."

"I do."

You remembered how soft his hands felt on your body, how you begged him to hold you and never let you go, and he agreed.

“I’ve always loved you Mr. Wilson.” You said wrapping your arms around Sam’s thick neck. “I just always felt like you were too good for me.” You bit your bottom lip and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“I felt like you were too good for me Mrs. Wilson.” Sam says pointedly, he smiles proudly down at you. He’s genuinely happy he gets to call you his for the rest of his life. And you were beyond happy to have snatched up The Falcon. How many women dreamt of being married to this charismatic dreamboat of a man?

“I wonder how good you can make me feel. Again.” You smile and trail a teasing finger down his chest. The Vegas skyline was a sight to behold, but the man in front of you was something else and you both wanted to savor your first day together. Regardless of how many drinks the two of you had before and after the ceremony.

“Well I wouldn’t want to keep my lovely wife wondering. But let me show you I can make you feel sooooo good.” Sam smirked down at you, while sliding your dress sleeve further down your shoulder. You smiled quietly and took a step back running off quickly to seductively lie down on the bed.

“All talk Mr. Wilson. Mrs. Wilson wants to play.” Never before had you been so bold, the multitude of thoughts swirling around your head you had made you more vocal than before. Sam groans quietly and rushes to attack you, his heavy body feels perfect against your body. His lips feel so perfect against your, soft and intense, you never want this night to end.

“Fuck babe, you're so perfect.” Sam pulled back to look down at you, his eyes held so much adoration for you. You couldn’t believe that all this time, all these missions the two of you could have been together. But you were together now and that’s what mattered.

“Sam.” You said pointedly. Your eyes filled with lust as you reached up to take off his shirt and start unbuttoning his pants. The leftover liquor in your system made your movements wobbly and unsteady, but you got the job done.

“Yes my love?” He answered steadily, his breathing became heavier as you placed chaste kisses up and down his naked torso.

“Please stop staring at what is now yours to stare at for the rest of your fucking life and fuck what is now yours to fuck for the rest of your fucking life.” You growled irritably, Sam seemed to be taking his sweet time for the first time all night and you had no time for it.

A switch clicked within Sam, he bent down to kiss and suck on your neck, just like the night before. He worked hard to leave marks on your neck. He watched you pant underneath him for a bit before he stood up. He removed his pants and motioned for you to move towards him. Once you were within his grasp, Sam ripped your dress. And before you could even open your mouth to complain, he had your ass perked in the air with your cheek firmly pressed into the mattress.

“One thing it’s best you learn about your husband soon, is that I go at my own pace, little one. Don’t rush me, or you get nothing.” You open your mouth to call his bluff, but he cuts you off already knowing what your smart mouth had to say. “This position you're in is enough for me to get off. I could easily just jerk off and go to sleep next to this pretty ass covered in my cum.” Sam smacks your ass hard. You bit out a moan. “Don’t tempt me with disrespect.”

Disrespect was something that was always a big deal for Sam. Sure he joked around with you a lot, and he loved your sarcastic attitude. But one thing that Sam could not stand for was disrespect, he always said it was the traditional side of him.

You shivered and nodded, you wanted his hands on you more than anything else and right now you’d do anything to make that happen. Even if it meant being tortured in the worst possible way by your new husband. Sam pulled your lace panties to the side and watched the most intimate part of you. You gently wiggled your ass in front of him to entice and remind him that he could stare and touch.

The loudest moan left your lips as your body arched into Sam’s tongue. He attacked your pussy with ruthless kisses. His tongue delved into you with a ferocity. You cried out into ecstasy as Sam expertly worked your body, as if the two of you had been married for 200 years not 200 minutes.

“Fuck Sam!” You cried out as you climaxed onto his tongue. Sam smirked as he continued to taste you throughout your climax. You just knew you were so wet.

“That’s it babe, cum on my tongue.” Sam continued eating straight through your orgasm and right into another one. You shook in his hold as he tried to keep going into another one. With all your strength you roughly pushed him away, eyeing him warily as he chuckled behind you. With exhausted legs you fell onto the bed. Sam climbed over you and smiled brightly down at you.

“Hope you’re not tapped out, love.”

You smiled and weakly reached up for him, relishing in his warmth when he leaned down in between your legs. “Never too tapped out for you babe.” Sam lined up at your entrance and slowly pushed in, giving you time to adjust. You flinched a couple of times the pinching pressure of his large dick fleeting and painful but worth it. Sam groaned loudly as he felt the warmness of you.

“Feels so good.” You smirked as you squeezed around him, your hand hot as you traced the outline of his muscles, Sam took your idleness as a sign to move.

Sam moved roughly each stroke better than the last, each stroke bringing you closer to climax. Sam buried his head in your neck, his ear open to hear the pleasured moans and sighs you let out. He paid attention to what you like and what you didn’t like. You couldn’t breathe, his strokes felt so good.

Your mouth rounded out the silent O, when Sam snaked a few fingers between the two of you to rub on your clit. Your body arched into him as you cried out, your orgasm overtaking you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, admiring the beautiful ring on your finger.

“Shit babe.” You breathed out. Sam hit that spot again. You couldn’t help the orgasm that overcame you. Your legs shakily wrapped around him, his hips flexing over and over again, trying to bring you the most stimulation during your climax. You made one more reckless decision and voiced your wishes.

“Cum in me.” Sam stopped, his jaw clenched and his dick twitched within you. You pressed a soft kiss into his cheek, excited for how it might feel to be even more filled with him.

“You don’t know how badly I want to.” Sam pressed an urgent kiss on your lips, you smiled when he pulled back. “Butttttt I’d rather save that for another time. I know you have definitely skipped a few pills during our time here and I’m not yet ready to share you or your beautiful tits with anyone.” You pouted and he kissed your lips again. “Don’t worry, after debrief and a week of prepping for our next mission in two months, this weekend I’ll take you somewhere real tropical and fill you up.” Sam stroked a few more times and pulled out and came on your stomach. His warm load made you shiver. “You’ll be dripping from me.”

You shivered at the promise.

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The next few days were a blast. You had the most fun you ever had in your life. You were excited but nervous to return to New York. The two of you held hands tightly in the elevator ride up in the Stark Tower, the rest of the team waiting for your return to detail your mission.

The two of you decided to tell the team in the most Wilson way possible and your heart was hammering in your chest, just waiting to see how they would respond.

You walk into the room and everyone greets you two with warm hugs. Steve and Bucky ecstatic to see their third man back, ideas of pranks and outings flowed excitedly between them. You watched them quietly after greeting everyone else yourself. You notice Bucky glance at Sam’s hand that’s moving around wildly as he talks.

Bucky’s metal arm snatches out to grab Sam’s hand. Sam smiles proudly, admiring his wedding band then peeking over at you, he sends you a quick wink.

“When did you have time to get married?” Steve questioned his eyes glancing at you two. His smile getting bigger than ever as he sees the ring on your finger.

“You finally did it?”Steve and Bucky clap Sam's back roughly. “You finally manned up instead of just talking about how beautiful she was.”

“Or how cool and sweet she is.” Bucky teased.

“I’m right here you guys.” You smile teasingly at your husband and his friends.

“How much you wanted to fuck the disrespect out of her.” Bucky whispered. Your jaw dropped as you stared at your husband in disbelief.

“Buck! Chill before I tell everyone what I think about Buck nasty.” Bucky blushed and turned away quickly, throwing a quick congratulations over his shoulder. Steve smiled warmly and hugged you both congratulating the two of you loud enough to draw attention to the group of you.

Bottles popped and champagne was drunk. Everyone was happy that the mutual pining finally turned into something.

Tony, Pepper, and Wanda showered you with happiness and cheers. Natasha admired your ring, and Thor sang wedding ballads from his own home. You couldn’t have been happier.

You felt Sam wrap his arm around your waist pulling you closer and he whispered in your ear.

“Thanks for making me the happiest man in the world Mrs. Wilson.” Sam places a chaste kiss below your ear.

You rocked yourself happily in his arms. “Who knew an irresponsible drunk night in Vegas could have a happy ending?”

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pani-slunce · 4 years

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To my sister

Hey sis it’s me uh

Oh I’m Eszti but you also knew me as your big sister so

Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see abusive seems more fitting

See you may not have been like my grandparents who beat for the “religious crimes” I was committing

But doing what you did hurt me worse then any type of physical hitting

You know what was up, you know when we were young I loved you more then a sister

Had me in the bathroom saying “stop kissing and try to resist her”!

You felt it too, you may not admit it to your husband

Afraid of admitting what we had will get you into some trouble

I still remember when we were kids you abandoned me like I was nothing

Our grandparents caught us in bed together while we were lovin

We both got a beating so bad my leg was too broke for running.

So we made a pact of trust that we will help each other through the abuse no matter what

Until you chickened out and threw me under the bus, called me a pervert, faggot, molester, a child of Satan and everything under the sun, saying you tried to keep it hidden but now that your done

Until the next day you left in a hurry leaving broken me as the only one

My grandparents believed all your lies and as a result my torment had begun

For the first few months they locked me in the closet, thinking that being isolated will cure me being gay but did the opposite

What made it worse was the only contact I had was my domestic kidnappers who gave me some food and read me bible versus

From everyday since then I wanted to be carried away in a hearse, and you leaving only made it worse

I sat wondering if I’d ever see the light that keeps being preached to me, but not being able to tell if it was night or day made me even more gloomy

Trying to find anything in the closet thats sharp and can go right through me

After a few months of isolation my grandparents let me out, there only reason was so cops wouldn’t be called to the house

I had to enroll back in school which is exactly what I did, not knowing what to do and suffering from trauma as a kid

I was always the shy one and you knew that, without you I can’t even talk to others for 5 minutes without getting a heart attack and falling flat

Dealing with so much at school then coming home to be beaten. I was too scared to call the cops for so many reasons

A few days of school and I painted my school uniform black, it was symbolic for what I see when my parents used to break objects on my back

Because I blacked out from the pain, not that you would know, you lived a happy life day by day

Getting no sleep and being beat until sunrise, why didn’t I just die, because the lord wanted to see my demise for my crimes

I admit it, yes I fell in love with my own sister, we tried our best to keep it hidden but that doesn’t mean we need to be killed for being different

No childhood, at the park I tried to make my mark, but it was ruined when my grandma would tell the children that I will cut and gut them and hang them up like art

That’s why in all of grandmas photos the children stand far apart, all the kids together smiling and the kid in the back standing in the dark

The bullying from kids got worse as the years in school progressed, mix it with abuse and social anxiety and you get a new level of stress

Wearing black while looking like a freak made me feel like I was stronger inside, because I knew my family and the lord weren’t at my side

And I never knew why, some people are just born on this earth to be used and die

On the bright side I knew when I arrived in hell that Satan couldn’t hurt me if he tried

Suicide attempt after suicide attempt made my mind twist a bit, because even at ending my own life I was dog shit

I just wanted to quit, I didn’t care living or dead I just exist and the final straw broke when I found out that half the kids that hurt me was because my grandmother paid them for it

After a over a decade of abuse from almost everyone I knew, I ran away hopeful that I could live with you

Ya know in all of those years I prayed that you would be my rescue, that you would come through

I even tried to scare my bullies off using you, I’d say “when my sister comes, their won’t be anyone she can’t breakthrough” saying it out my bloody mouth as my eye was bloodshot red from being beaten black and blue

But you never showed, did you?

It took weeks of searching and help form police to find you

I knocked on your door hoping to be reunited in open arms, but when you answered you sounded a alarm

Called your boyfriend and told him that I was trespassing and harrasing you, did your head blow a gasket

He made me leave and all I could do is cry and weep

After all those years of your lies you still blame me

You didn’t say hi or that you were sorry, I couldn’t go back to my grandparents so i joined the army

When I passed all my medical test I thought that maybe for once I’ll have a ok year

I even got my job field of being a engineer, but what I didn’t hear is that they pick the specific job, I thought I’d spend my time in the army grinding gears

But no I spent my years trying to diffuse bombs as bullets appeared, with the slightest mistake and I wouldn’t be here

So many counties seeing the worst in every human being, as you were at home worrying about premature creation of offspring

After a few years I got charged for doing the right thing, I was charged for murder when I killed terrorist?!?

Something that is celebrated by a lot of other veterans, because I was “cruel” to the very people that kill innocents is breaking the rules

I was dishonorably discharged, no pay, no benefits

Let’s not forget the negative papers to tell any future employers that I’m mentally deficient

After all this time a few days ago you decided to show up at my house with your spouse

We tried to catch up after all this time but you acted like your memory was hazzy, and you did apologize even though it was rehearsed and lazy

But what your husband said made me go crazy

Saying that he hated that I was in the army because he has “morals”

And that even though I’ve been in combat I should be able to act normal

I may have done a lot in the military, but it opened my eyes to a world I wasn't supposed to see

Made me happy that I didn't know you

But seeing you at that table made it suck cuz you didn’t give a fuck

Still after all of these years, you still hide behind your mistakes

I tried to be passive

But your husbands mouth was massive

I don’t care you love him more than me, he had to get his ass kicked

I just thought I get this off my chest, I have to type it on tumblr because I know when it comes to ignoring my calls you try your best

You will always keep lying sis

About you being a faggot, bitch

You couldn’t even look me in the eyes to talk sis

And after all of this I could still forgive you if you talk sincerely sis

But now if I ever got the chance to ask you sis

And call you

I hope you answer

I really hope you answer

When I call

I hope you pick up your phone

I want to talk to you

Please answer

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tremendouspeachduck · 5 years

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2 Things You Must Know About the REPUBLICAN, AMERICAN INDIAN

No. Really?

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Do you think Pres. Trump is a bully, I don’t. Why?

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Abortion – should the man have an opinion and be able to voice it?

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Pres Trump would have never won if it weren’t for the black vote

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Men seem to take it to a whole other level. The Bible has something to reveal about name calling. Also, the systematic criticism and self-doubt are what takes it from name calling to verbal abuse – it’s a repeated pattern that, over time, can make the victim believe the insults, making it harder for them to leave (“no one will love me because they said so”).

Beyond name calling, abusers may belittle their partner, either privately publicly, or disguise disparaging comments in jokes. This can be followed up by more judgment and criticism (“You’re too sensitive”) or acting as those what they’ve said is trivial (“I was only joking”). Other examples of name calling include putting someone down, making them feel guilty, or embarrassing and humiliating them.

Healthy relationships don’t use name calling to resolve conflict or express love. Both partners make the other one feel good about themselves. It’s relaxing and fun, and neither tries to “prove” they are the only ones that will ever love them. Instead, each partner sets boundaries on what’s acceptable behavior, including what nicknames or jokes are okay.

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Recognizing these early warning signs can make the difference between staying in an unhealthy relationship that worsens over time, or ending it and being in one that’s healthy.

Should men care about your makeup? The correct answer is “yes,” if it makes the woman happy. Lips and the smile are what is very appealing to a man.

How to support a woman’s period? No rude comments about what’s in the trash bin, about her being moody… no jokes, no nothing. It’s ok to make her laugh, laughter is good medicine BUT do not joke about it being “that time of the month again”.

By knowing her cycle, you can be more aware and sensitive to her changing moods and physical discomfort. This develops a deeper trust as your woman knows you are really present with what she is experiencing. Put it in your calendar so you have a heads up.

Interestingly, having an orgasm can relieve menstrual cramps, though your attitude during the whole cycle will determine whether or not she’s willing to explore this. Again , this is probably best to bring up when she isn’t in the middle of it.

She may act like she doesn’t want you there, but remember she may actually desire some TLC. Your full presence is the best medicine. She will love you for this!

Help create a cozy environment for her, and cook her comfort food. Hugs are also great. The main thing is to not be an ass. (closing down and or not wanting to deal is being an ass)

Finding ways to be positive is the key to building a healthy body image and positive self-esteem. What we read and watch has a huge impact on how we feel about ourselves. Because of this, we should be very particular about the magazines and websites we will look at. We might love reading about the interesting things that people, and women in particular, accomplish. Shopping centers aren’t only sucking your money, they are also sink holes for body confidence. Getting caught up in a conversation about the way someone else looks, whether they have put on weight and so on, inevitably leads to thoughts on our own appearance. Don’t participate. Touch is an incredibly powerful way of reinforcing the way you feel about your body. And if you’re touched gently, with love and care, you will feel incredible. So, try to practice gentle love and care with yourself. Wash your hair the way the hairdresser did. Wash your face the way a beauty therapist would. Give yourself a massage when you’re applying moisturizer. It feels good. And it reinforces a positive, kind relationship with your body. Meditation is an incredibly effective tool for clearing away unhelpful thought cycles. 10 minutes. 5 minutes. 1. Whatever. Just sit, close your eyes and breathe.

Eating respectfully means accepting and being mindful of the nutrients that your body requires to function. It means eating plenty of good food and ditching sugary and pretend foods that compromise our digestive health, our hormonal balance, our mood and energy levels. The flip side of eating respectfully is to move past the binge-fast guilt cycle. If you eat something unhealthy, please don’t punish yourself or try to restrict caloric intake. Healthy eating and body respect is not about food deprivation. It’s about food celebration. When you look in the mirror, try to replace any negative thoughts that are pushing their way through with an affirming thought about the way you look or feel.

People who have purpose are too busy getting stuff done to worry about how they look. In the end, creative expression, passionate parenting, effective leadership and growing the best-goddamn-tomatoes-in-the-neighborhood is far more satisfying than making sure you look good in an outfit at all times.

Positive self-image is a habit, not an attribute and your partner can be helpful.

This is an excerpt from my post: THE IROQUOIS CONFEDERACY: THE “SAVAGE” EMPIRE.

The Haudenosaunee (Iroquois: Mohawk, Seneca, Oneida, Onondaga and Cayuga) really cherished population stability. Being that their population was so limited and ever diminishing due to disease outbreaks and near constant conflicts, the Haudenosaunee highly preferred losing as few men as possible. They usually evaded fighting armies that outnumbered theirs as well as avoiding fortified enemy positions and fighting pitched battles. The Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) preferred instead to employ ambushes, strike preemptively, and launch lightning fast raids under the cover of darkness. The Haudenosaunee would travel deep into enemy territory in very large numbers to scare off potential enemies from attacking them before breaking up into smaller war parties, after which these war parties would utilize swift and stealthy attacks usually in the form of ambushes or night raids.

Closer Look by Doug Hall.

Another tactic the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) employed was after traveling by way of canoes under the cover of night they would place rocks in the canoes to weigh them down and cause them to sink out of sight They would then speedily assault the enemy in coordinated attacks, vanish back into the wilderness and return to their canoes before the enemy had enough time to recuperate, assemble and counterattack. With the deadliness of firearms introduced into the equation, the Natives learned to fire at enemies from behind the cover of trees instead of the European practice of firing coordinated volleys from fixed formations.

One Step at a Time by Doug Hall.

One disadvantage the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) had over the Euro-American colonies was that Native populations were constantly diminishing and fluctuating. The Euro-American colonies surrounding them, on he other hand, were growing and receiving a constant flow of immigrants with the occasional military reinforcement from Europe. The limited number of Natives as well as their fear of dying and becoming lost souls, urged them to retreat from battle more readily than Euro-American forces – even after just a few casualties. They used safer methods of combat like the previously mentioned ambushes, night raids, espionage, and scorched earth tactics: destroying their settlements or crops in order to retreat and deprive the enemy of shelter or resources.

A Quick Glance by Doug Hall.

The Natives that wanted to lead a proposed raid against a perceived enemy would send a messenger with tobacco tasked with expressing the purpose and details of the mission, asking them to join their cause. The Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) who decided to engage in said raid would first take part in the smoking of a pipe filled with tobacco. Before leaving for the raid there would be a feast and dancing, during the ‘Dog (War) Feast’ the warriors would engage in a ceremony called the ‘striking-the-warpost’ where they would sing war songs, dance, and boast about their military exploits. After each achievement is mentioned the warrior strikes a red-painted post with their weapon (club or hatchet), the young Natives that had yet to have achieved any great feats simply danced and struck the warpost once.

A Moment Away by David Wright.

If these young Natives had proven themselves to be brave warriors during their expedition they would be seen as men and accepted as a warrior by being given their first feather. These young braves could also attain higher status, honor and prestige. I read of one story of an elder who joined in but in place of dancing he performed an awe inspiring passionate reenactment of his life as a warrior, a deep performance that displayed an array of emotions as he described all that he had experienced and accomplished throughout his lifetime.

man on right - Carson Cooper is a member of the Tlingit and Haida tribes and an Alaska native. Lee Redeye (on left) is a member of the Seneca tribe and was raised on the reservation in Irving and in New Mexico. Both attorneys are relatively new to the law firm Lippes Mathias Wexler Friedman LLP , with Cooper having joined in 2017 and Redeye earlier this year.

Another attorney, Owen Herne, branched out on his own after beginning his career in corporate counsel for a tribe. He is a member of the Mohawk tribe and runs Herne Law PLLC.

These three local attorneys in Buffalo, NY took different paths to focus on Indian law, but they share a bond in the desire to build careers around their ancestry.

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The Jogah, or Jungies, are a race of small humanoid nature spirits from Iroquois folklore, sometimes referred to in English as “dwarves” or “pygmies.” They are usually invisible but sometimes reveal themselves to humans

After nightfall, the call of the Whip-poor-will signals their arrival. It is important to leave baskets of food, such as corn cakes and berries, or even meat in the woods for them. Those who see the Little People should not look directly at them, they think it’s rude. If they catch you staring, they might point a finger at you, rooting you to the ground, while they take your belongings. Another rule is don’t speak of them in the summer, when they are most active.

At this time of Bad Spirits, there lived a medicine woman. One night, during a terrible storm, she heard the whip-poor-will. When she looked outside, the bird wasn’t to be found, but a small boy stood in the rain on her doorstep. It turned out he was a grown Jogah, who told her to come help someone who was sick. Though the storm was fierce, he led her through the woods a long way.

Suddenly, the storm seemed to stop as they began to descend into the ground. They were in the realm of the Little People. Weegun led her to a beehive shaped chamber of rocks. Inside, a very old woman lay in bed, very ill. The Makiawisug told the medicine woman that this was Granny Squannit, who must be made well. Granny Squannit is very powerful, and she is known to cause storms when she argues with her husband. Her illness was the reason for this storm. Worse, healers often look to Granny Squannit when the need is dire for help in healing, and here she was the one who was sick. The medicine woman treated Granny Squannit for nearly a moon before she got better. In return for restoring Granny Squannit’s health, the Makiawisug gave the medicine woman a basket of gifts and told her to remember them. She was blindfolded and taken back home.

Only when she returned did she open the basket. Inside were quartz crystals, painted skins and bunches of herbs.

People in the USA have natives who are very spiritual living maybe next door. Embrace your neighbor - let’s get back to our community roots.

Community involvement is the solution to mass murder/shootings

Close your eyes, lean head back on pillow or head-rest, take deep breaths and listen to the story unfold Special Cherokee Nation Song video

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langstykangsty · 6 years

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What they don’t hear

I am so sorry for my bad grammar, english is not my first language (it is romanian).

Plot: Five lions for six paladins. What in the world could go wrong, right?

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Stargazing was one of the only things which could take his mind off of his new miserable life. He could stay on his lion watching the night sky for hours without even noticing it, and he would go to sleep only when the first ray of light would pierce through the darkness. When this happens, it is time for Lance to go to sleep. He would sleep 2 solid hours before Keith would go from paladin to paladin to wake them up and do his morning training session.

This morning's training session was full of surprises, the biggest surprise being Allura not participating at this session because she had to help Coran. Today they had hand combat and they did it in pairs of two. Keith with Shiro, and Pidge with Hunk. Lance was left behind like always.

That's what happens when you are the fifth wheel.

“Lance, your turn.” Shiro said and Keith groaned trying to get up from the ground.

“O-Ok.”

Shiro beat up his ass very soon. But Lance was happy, he wasn’t left behind and trained with their precious leader. After a very hard training session, they could finally rest until the next training session.

The planet where they landed is a sandy one with red and orange rocks, yellow cliffs and pink water. They craved a big red rock to form some kind of a cave for the command center.

“Lance!” Pidge shouted from her lion.

“What?” Lance shouted back from red lion, his lion.

“Shiro wants to talk with you.” they said as approaching the red paladin. “What did you do this time?”

“I... don’t know.” after a pause: “Was he mad?”

“Not really.”

Lance went straight to the command center where he found Keith and Shiro talking about something. He didn’t know what they were talking about, but for him it looked like a fight. What in the world could make them fight?

“Shiro, did you call for me?” Lance asked shyly.

“Yes, there is a problem we need to solve. I needed my right hand men, so here you are.” Shiro said and sighted when he looked back at Keith.

“Right hand men? Not man?” Lance was already scared.

“Shiro is going to be black paladin again.” Keith said angrily. “This is the problem.”

“Well... this is good, isn’t it? I mean Shiro is the best team leader we could wished for.” Lance said gesticulating.

“Yeah.” Keith said sadly. “Shiro is the black paladin, Pidge is the green paladin, Hunk is the yellow paladin and the blue paladin is... Allura.”

“One must be left behind.” Lance said.

It is you.

“Look...” Shiro started. “Pidge and Hunk can’t be changed, their lions wouldn’t change them and me neither. The black lion wants me back, I can’t change this neither. Me and Keith share a bound which makes him the best choice for a right hand man. And we can’t change Allura, she is the heart of Voltron and also a very good paladin.”

Told ya.

“I see.” Lance said and turned to his back so he can face the red as fire wall. “It is okay, I’m gonna help Coran and things.”

You’re gonna be useless.

“I’m glad you understood. It is a difficult decision, but it’s all for the greatest good.” Shiro continued with a smile.

“Shiro, it’s not fair!” Keith shouted. “He is a great paladin!”

“I’m sure he is, but you are better for this position.”

Yeah, Keith is better. But that’s not news.

“And you are better at combat. This way the team can be at its best.” Shiro ended and left the room.

“I’m sorry.” Keith said and followed Shiro, ready to argue again.

He is not.

He stayed in the cave, staring at the wall, for so long that the cold breeze of night surprised him. The red like fire wall caught the color of blood, scarlet as a bleeding wound. He wanted to go in red lion or blue lion, but he remembered that he doesn’t belong to any of them. He realized that he couldn’t sleep anymore in red lion, telling her stories about his family on Earth and trying to make red tell him things about Keith since she was his lion. He couldn’t stargaze from atop of her, he couldn’t get her reassuring purring and he couldn’t pilot her in fights. He isn’t a paladin anymore and this thought hurt more than anything.

He climbed one of the cliffs and did his favorite thing: stargazing. After an hour or so, he heard steps behind him. Someone was right behind him, but he didn’t want to see who is and didn’t care what does him or her wants.

“The stars are beautiful.” Hunk said.

“Yeah.” Lance said with a smile. A forced smile.

“I heard what happened today. So you’re no longer piloting a lion.” his voice was full of compassion and sadness. “That sucks man, but we have to understand Shiro. The man literally died.”

No one cared when you died. Funny.

“And Keith nearly died in an attempt of saving our asses of Galra some time ago. But you not piloting a lion doesn’t exclude you from being a paladin of Voltron.”

You can’t be a paladin if you don’t pilot a lion. He knows that, but he feels sorry for you. How pathetic you’ve become.

“I want you to know that I’m on your side. Okay?”

“Hunk, without a lion I can’t really be a paladin. I hope I won’t bother Coran when I’ll give him my help. I just want to be useful.”

“Buddy, you are useful.”

“No, I’m not. I’m not paladin material. Maybe I can join Matt and clean his ship.”

“What?? No!”

“Look, you guys are just fine without me. No one really cared when I died, no one really likes me and the lions made their choice. No lion wants me.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You died?!” Hunk shouted all of the air from his lugs when he yelled. “How? When?”

“Long story short: in our last mission. Allura resurrected me and the mission ended well.”

Mhm, well. Well as in Lance being ignored by his friends.

Hunk hugged him and his tears started showing up.

“You are not alone.” he said as he started crying. “Lance, you are my best friend, I really care ‘bout you. I’m so sorry for not being there for you-” sobs “I’m so-sorry”

Lance hugged back his friend. He would also cry, but his tears are already dried on his cheeks and he feels like if he starts crying he won’t be able to stop. He feels guilty for making his best friend sad.

“Big buddy, I’m okay.” he said with a smile on his face. “Go to sleep now, it’s getting pretty late.”

“What about you?”

“I share a cave with Coran, Romelle and Krolia. I think they won’t be mad at me for delaying a little.”

They won’t even care if you are there or not.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Okay”

And after Hunk left, tears started falling down on Lance’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry for not being the person everyone wanted.” he sobbed as an idea struck his head: “Maybe if I change, they’ll accept me.”

And you’ll lose yourself in the process.

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So this was my idea. I hope you liked it and I’m so sorry for wasting your time. As I said before, I’m doing a lot of mistakes (like writing errors or mistakes of speech) when I write in english, so I hope it didn’t bother you too much.

But if you liked it, should I make a part 2? Or it is better this way because I suck at writing?

UPDATE: part 2 * part 3

#vld #voltron #fanfiction #keith #lance #coran #pidge #allura #shiro #hunk #romelle #krolia #lions #langst #sad #stargazing #things they don't hear #what they don't hear

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tcookies · 6 years

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I feel stupid asking this, but I love the Devil May Cry series, but have never actually played the games myself apart from a bit of DMC 2. I get intimidated with the combos and all that, so my question is, do you think, or from your experience playing, can someone who sucks at combat and combos still enjoy the games? I really want to get and play DMC 5, but I'm just worried I will get overwhelmed by it all. Thanks for any tips or advice!

Hi Anon!

Let me just say that no question is stupid. In fact, I’m actually glad that you asked this because, although I consider myself a hardcore gamer (RIP wallet), that doesn’t necessarily mean I excel at gaming. I don’t think anyone ever begins a new game/franchise with perfect rankings/scores and knowing exactly what to do and how.

And you’re right, games that involve complex combos and combat can be very intimidating, especially for newcomers or those not familiar with that kind of gameplay style. To be honest, the first DMC game I ever played was DMC 4 almost 10 years ago. I remember having great difficulty pulling off all those crazy cool combos and executions that older veterans and pros could do. I SUCKED ASS, dude, I’m telling you. If it wasn’t my grades I was embarrassed about, it was the rankings and scores I got when I first played DMC 4. DMC 4 was not only my first DMC game but it was also my first hack-and-slash game. I actually stopped playing halfway through for a couple of months because I was so upset that I couldn’t get As let alone S. I picked it up again and I practiced and failed and practiced and failed, but as I kept playing, I was also improving and eventually I was hitting those SSS ranks. There was a lot of trial and error and practicing and grinding but I chalk that up to my young self who had easily gotten scared of fighting those Scarecrows (they were scary to me back then!). Despite the work and effort I had to put in to better myself as a player, I still enjoyed playing the game immensely. And I can promise you that, no matter how much you may suck, you will get better and you will have fun. Hell, you may even have fun while you suck because that’s happened to me plenty of times with other games I would start playing. I myself am no Donguri (that guy is a legend!) and I don’t consider myself anywhere near pro level. So as an average DMC gamer, believe me when I say that I’ve been in your shoes before.

Actually, I haven’t even played DMC 2, so I’m not like many other fans who have played all 4 of the games religiously. Of course, I’ve watched the gameplay and cutscenes. It’s just that I’ve never actually played it. The other DMC games I also struggled to play at first but I soon was able to familiarize myself with the gameplay and combat.

Games provide players many chances and opportunities to get practice hours in and better our gaming skills and familiarize ourselves with the gameplay. So, yes, you may fumble and stumble for the first mission or so (I sure did!) and you may even be so bad that you’ll stop playing (like I did). But just keep trying and testing and practicing those combos. Even if you don’t practice at all (I did not and I sucked), that doesn’t mean you won’t have fun. I sucked and I still had a blast! As they say, practice makes perfect. And it’s ok to be overwhelmed. I was too, but like I said, I was very young (15 I think) so I was just very nervous to play my first DMC after seeing everyone rave about the complex gameplay. If you do get overwhelmed, just remember that there’s no rush and you are the player and you can play at whatever pace you want. If it takes you months to beat that boss fight, that’s totally fine! Spend hours just grinding? Totally fine! It’s all up to you.

If you haven’t played the other games yet and would like to in preparation for the release of 5 then you could always buy the DMC HD collection that’s been on sale for a while now. It’s on Steam, PS4, and Xbox One and it contains all 4 games. Of course, it’s not absolutely necessary to have played all the games.

So, you do you, my dude! We play games to have fun, and that’s what matters most. Just don’t give up if you find yourself struggling. It’s okay to put down the game partway through and take a break for a few days/weeks/months, but be sure to pick up the game again and try. The best teacher is experience and failure. Once you get the hang of it, it’ll be even MORE fun.

When I was a kid, I had a Gameboy game called Megaman Battle Network and I struggled for months to defeat the final boss of the game. I was on the verge of raging (and I never rage quit) and, after 2 years of not engaging the final boss, I tried again and suddenly was able to do it! So basically, just try the game and if you suck then just keep practicing and if you still struggle to the point of tears then put down the game and take a break and then try again. One day, you will be able to execute the combos without even reciting it or thinking it. Gaming involves memory, pattern recognition, timing, etc. and that’s what practice is for. And I’m not saying you’re going to need a LOT of practice just to play a DMC game. You don’t need to be able to do crazy pro combos just to have fun. You can just smash random buttons (although that won’t help with your ranking) and kill the enemy and move on and if that’s how you want to do it then, sure! If you can only do simple combos like A+A+B then that is completely okay! If you can’t do complex combos like A+B+back+left+right+down+down+B+B+A then, trust me, you won’t be the only gamer to struggle with crazy combos like that. Don’t feel pressured to get those SSS’s or play like Donguri. Whatever floats your boat!

Sorry for such a long-winded answer, and thank you for asking such a relatable question!

#asks #devil may cry #dmc

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So i've read a fair amount of Arthurian literature but I've never seen anything mentioned about Percival wearing a dress? Not that I don't believe it but I'm just curious where you read that

In Perceval, le Conte du Graal (1135).

Percival’s father was King Pellenor, who died in combat. His brothers were Tor, Aglavale, Lamorak, and Dornar, all of who became Knights of the Round Table. His mother Did Not Like This Shit because they all were in danger of dying at any moment, because being a knight in Arthurian mythos was a “you are either Goku and you’ll rock or you are Yamcha and you will die really fast” kind of deal, so Percival’s Mom took him and his sister to live away from civilization, where he learned all sorts of cool Non-Knight shit like crocheting and sewing and basket weaving, and definitely not swords or kite shields. He was also raised as a girl and wore an exquisite silk dress along his sister.

One day, Percival is cooking some amazing stew when he hears some shit outside his Away From Civilization Castle Hidden In The Forest, and whatddya know, it’s some knights, wearing armor, swinging swords, being cool, and Percy’s all like “SWEET, YO MOM LOOK AT THOSE” and P-Diddy’s Mom is like “Aw Fiddlesticks. See, Percy, dear, those are ANGELS, and the only way you’ll ever be one of those is when you DIE”.

But, see, Percival was so ENTHUSED with the idea of being a knight that he goes to his sister and outright asks her to kill him. Reasonable lass as she was, she immediately says “What In the Fuck is wrong With You” and doesn’t, so P-kun is like WHATEVER and sneaks out of the castle to go hang out with them. So he does and he has Presence Concealment B+ because he just sorta eavesdrops on them for a while but then accidentally scares their horses, and the only thing louder than fire truck’s siren in this world is a scared horse, so the knights get prim and proper STARTLED and then they see this kid wearing a dress and are like “U GOOD?” and Paypal is like “I didn’t know ANGEL HORSES could get scared” and they are like “what the fuck dude we are not angels we are KNIGHTS”. So P is like oh! cool! can I be a knight? And Knight-san is like Fuck The Off kid you are 12 and also wearing a dress, you gotta grow up first, get some hair on that chest, then maybe.

So Percival is like YAY OK I WILL so he does his best to grow up, which is not too hard because the passage of time is a constant, PSYCHE, it IS hard because as soon as he got home and told Mom he wanted to be a knight when he grew up, Mom used Panic Ploy and convinced Percival that he was going to be 12 forever, because Percy is not the brightest crayon in the box. This goes on for Four Whole Years and Percival is now 16 but still thinks he’s 12 because his mom sucks, but mostly? ‘Cause he a dumbass.

Now, in Ye Olde Arthurian culture, 16 is the year in which it is socially acceptable to start performing crude neurosurgery with swords and axes on people you dislike. As it would happen, a bad knight storms his Child Castle and flops out his huge knight dong, ready to train it towards P-Diddy’s mom and sister, but P was having None Of That Shit, so he rolls up his silk sleeves and goes to the knight like “Hey, I Contend With That Attitude, Sir”, and the knight is like “you are the ugliest fucking girl I’ve seen in my life, what is wrong with this household”, and see, here’s a thing you gotta know about Percival: His superpower is having IMMENSE RAW POTENTIAL, like this dude is the embodiment of a Magikarp, except, he was already Gyarados by the time he was 16, because he, and I paraphrase, grabbed the evil knight, who is a grown ass man wearing a full set of armor, and just outright chucks him outta the castle, over the wall. No, he didn’t wrestle him or push him, Percival straight up lifted the knight with his mighty 16 year old arms, and threw him, proving once more that when people say that GBF’s or FGO’s take on the Round Table is “too anime”, they are WRONG, they are not anime enough, because Arthurian Mythos is the first shonen franchise in history.

So Percival’s like yaaaay and his mom is like nooooo and he’s like I can be a kniiiiight now I killed a dude and his mom is like haha go to you rooooooom.

So some time passes and then a Cockatrice shows up, so like, for the uninitiated, a Cockatrice is basically a Basilisk Chicken Chimera Fuckhouse that can and will feast on whatever part of your still living body it that hasn’t been petrified it can find. This would USUALLY be a problem, except Percival’s a Strength Main, so he just went, uprooted a whole tree, and speared the fuck outta Deathchicken with it. This kinda convinces Percival that maybe his mom was lying about a lot of things, so he outies outta that household of LIES.

So Percival is hitting the road and happens upon a scrap metal merchant, who has a wagon full of piss ass metal with no use, and Percival is like hey dude do you know where I could sell this priceless dress I have on? And the merchant, whose eyes are dollar $igns, says “WELL I AM A GOOD MAN AND I WILL HAVE MERCY ON YOU, if you give me that dress that could buy three mountains, I will give you this wagon full of shit and the donkey that pull it, KILLER DEAL” and Percy is like “YOU ARE A SAINT” and so he finally does away with the dress and makes a SHIT ASS LVL 1 “ARMOR” out of the scrap metal, and uses the donkey as his trusty steed, EXCEPT HE DOESN’T because the donkey is old and worn out, and he’s too heavy for it, so whatever he WALKS.

2.8 seconds later, in a town nearby, they arrest the fuck out of the merchant because he HAD to have swindled that dress, no way he had The Ultimate Silk Dress, being a poor fuck as he was, but before they can lynch him, Percy walks in and defends him, saying “Make no mistake, citizens, I am a moron and I did trade it to him legitimately” and thus he does his First Just Knight Action, and that’s how Percival’s dress is important into the making of Gyarados Muscle Kid.

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Dead Space And Isaac Clarke

Kind of difficult to think of a title that fits. But just saying wanted to make this after OK KO was done yet was on laptop for a bit not much it's 4:09 pm

Basically what I wanted to talk about a few days ago. I had found out Visceral Games the developer who made the original Dead Space trilogy was shut down. That night or something I had watched some videos and honestly saddened. That I even talked to myself about just my thoughts.

I have mentioned Dead Space before just as my earlier text post today in the morning about some aliens and shit. But I wanna get to this.

I've been wanting to make this and now I have the feeling to make it something interesting. Also spoilers for the Dead Space series just in case.

Seriously I really liked the Dead Space mainly the trilogy never played the other games or seen the animated films. Yet I seriously liked the series. Including the 2nd game. But also the character of Isaac Clarke himself.

Seriously Isaac Clarke was a bad ass mother fucker. I honestly liked it that they developed his character for the first sequel. Including when I was in the shower an hour ago or something. I thought about why I seemed to like the character very much. He's a character that's always stuck in my mind.

Including in a weird way I wanna mention I don't know if I should say Dead Space 2 is a masterpiece. I shouldn't but it's because it's the only game I've completed while I watched the endings of the 1st and 3rd games. Yet got far in them a bit I guess for the first. Seriously I was young a bit. Including I kept replaying Dead Space 2 because it had a new game option where I can have all my equipment I had and I loved that. Along with I honestly loved the story and Isaac in that game.

I thought of possibly the reason why I honestly like Isaac a lot. Including why he's stuck as one of my favorites. Is because despite the series being set in the 26th century in a scifi setting he is seriously a normal guy a engineer who got caught up in shit with the nercomorphs. In a weird way I've kind of compared him to something similar like the protagonist's of the Silent Hill games. Where Resident Evil that series the characters are mostly trained for any sort of situation. Yet that doesn't mean Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy, and others aren't bad characters. But compared to the likes of Harry Mason from the first Silent Hill game and James Sunderland from Silent Hill 2 had to check Youtube for his last name and again right now in case. But those guys were normal people. Including Silent Hill 2 from what I've know and see is a more personal story compared to Harry while it's another story but also looking for his daughter Cherry.

It's a weird comparison but it's something I feel is like that with Isaac. But this time in a science fiction setting. Including Dead Space 2 is where their was the story about the Sprawl but also Isaac's personal struggle.

Including what amazes me and I can't believe I'm still stunned by this discovery very long ago. Remembering reading a YouTube comment surprised and went to the wiki revealing Isaac was 49 years old during the events of Dead Space 2 and 3 because 3 takes a few months after 2. Meaning he's almost 50 when in the first and second I thought he was in his 30's or 40's not mid to late 40's.

While I'm not surprised by Bill from Left 4 Dead who's age is unknown and some of the Overwatch characters. I think I'm so surprised and enlightened by the character of Isaac of how much shit he goes through. While having some narly suits okay a friend sent a photo but the guy is seriously a normal person. Including someone who's not trained for combat. Something similar to the characters of the first Alien and other stuff. Because people compare Alien and Dead Space.

Also seriously the voice of Gunner Wright is amazing and him voicing but also being the model for the character. That I was looking up some videos while waiting for the OK KO such as this sounds video of him from Dead Space 2 just mainly screaming, groaning, and breathing.

Funny thing I said this when I was in room said I'm 49 fucken years old trying to be Isaac yet he never says that. But it does relate to just....I just love it when he swears or just... seriously. Including my favorite line from the series and kind of want this as a meme it's from the ending of Dead Space 2.

"FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR MARKER!" seriously I love that line Including all the shit leading up to that.

Seriously some people don't seem to like that Isaac got a personality but I'm sorry or not I fucking loved it that the 2nd game went that direction.

Also let's talk about the games themselves the games are awesome. They have awesome gameplay and honestly scary at times. Including the Nercomorphs these brutal undead mother fuckers that do scare me and are just awesome. Along with how gruesome they are and tough. Including the whole dismemberment of arms and legs. Really I feel Dead Space 2 takes the cake as the most fucked up in the series. It's been a while since I've played the first and the third is a different story.

I wanna talk about the shutting down of Visceral Games and that I even thought about and concerned of me buying another EA game. You've heard their terrible. Along with I remember the last EA game I bought was Titanfall 2 got that for Christmas of last year i think. It's a game I really enjoy but been a long while since I've played it. Including fans talking about the possibility of getting a new publisher please.

Also about Dead Space 3 I'm okay with it. Yet yeah I feel the action direction basically people talked about this and it's maybe similar to that of Resident Evil and how it went down that route.

Seriously I liked the addition of John Carver the other character you could play as. A soldier compared to Isaac who is a engineer. I didn't play the co op because I do not wanna get an EA account. Just okay looked twice tv on yet I wanna say I have seen his cutscenes. I seriously felt like and talked to someone who's on Deviantart and on here haven't followed them. We both agreed and I would of personally liked it if John's personal missions where he's basically kind of going through well yeah the same thing as Isaac in the first two games. Including that it mainly stays to the horror side of things.

But seriously their was some stuff I was bothered by with certain directions they went with. Including that story DLC Awakened while nice but this stupid cliffhanger.

Yet will say would of liked it if you could played as John Carver in single player at times instead of... honestly this co op it's a nice idea just....the action direction and just this one video s gaming Jim Sterling I looked on YouTube. Found this video too this is where I found out about the information but just at the part where they talk about Visceral Games shutting down. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HJ4eie-e2hc

Including that guys video I mentioned was the 2nd video I watched.

Really I wasn't all that sad at first but then even thinking about it more. Okay I was sad at first. But then I got to think about it more and it just sucks. Basically a video game franchise I liked and respected. Including a video game character I loved I said is now dead in a way.

Including I think yeah I wanted a Dead Space 4 but seriously even a HD Remaster of the first three games because I love those games and I honestly live for remasters because it's difficult to let go of certain games unless you have the system for it. Just yawned yet not everyone wants to do that.

Even today I thought of can we give Dead Space to a new developer or just reboot Dead Space and give it to a new developer.

Yet honestly realistically that's not gonna happen. Including Dead Space is one of EA's games as Visceral Games was built up with EA. But seriously I'm sure I don't want another EA related game again because I don't wanna give them money.

Really it's sad seeing a series like Dead Space go. A series I honestly liked and would of loved to see more games. Including again me liking the character of Isaac Clarke.

Basically during my time before I wanted to try to make this like I mentioned. But also looked on Wikipedia a bit of Dead Space not Visceral Games. Yet I also watched that funny yet nice Random Encounters musical of Dead Space and honestly would love a 2nd part.

Including decided to listen to it's called award winner a the music playing for the Remembering SpongeBob from well SpongeBob SquarePants. Just thinking of Isaac Clarke mainly. Honestly something like that surprised more people haven't used that as a joke but also a nice thing to remembering something you liked a lot dearly. It should be a meme in a way. So without further a do.

Remembering Dead Space and Isaac Clarke.

*gonna find music https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=p6DKzNRdwyI now gifs oh God it's playing the song*

After the 7th wanted to type but wanted to put more. Yet wanted to say for that part I put there 3rd gif by mistake. Including I even said to myself after I found out the news.

That Isaac Clarke in PlayStation All Stars Battle Royale was honestly awesome and I guess beautiful I'm thinking now. Because I'm a fan of the series and the character. Including it was my first DLC I ever downloaded on my old PS3 when I joined PlayStation Network. Now I can't play my old PS3 and can't get Isaac or any of the other dlc characters. Seriously no complete or ultimate edition definitive edition I wanted to say and spell right before ultimate. Also the music rarely plays like that and tried it again but couldn't lol. Now got tags down wanted to share this lol just wanted to talk just okay to smile. Yet sad but just breathe I wanted to talk about this oh stomach a bit my thoughts on this I'm stalling now 13 just 5:13 typing too fast and smiled a bit even now

#dead space #isaac clarke

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cksmart-world · 5 years

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The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

Oct. 22, 2019

THE ZORRO OF TWITTER

Pierre Delecto strikes again! Who is that masked man of Twitter, that fox of cunning who swoops in to criticize the president — “If this is a stable genius, I would hate to see what an unstable idiot would do” — and defend Sen. Mitt Romney, who stands alone among Republican senators as a champion of honesty and ethics. Surprise, Pierre Delecto is Mitt Romney. Who'd have thunk that Mitt Romney, of all people, would be the Zorro of Twitter. Can you picture him in a mask astride a black stallion. As it turns out, Romney may not be the only one who has a secret Twitter account. The staff here at Smart Bomb has yet to confirm this, but rumors have it that Mike Lee has the secret identity of Superhero “Danny No Dange,” which he uses on Twitter to defend Trump — “Everyone grabs pussy” — and polish the image of the senior senator for Utah: “Mike Lee should be on the Supreme Court, he so intelligent — and good looking, too.” Don't let your cape get caught in the spokes, Mike. Sources also tell us that Rep. Chris Stewart has taken the nome de plum “Elvis The Pelvis.” According to Elvis' Twitter account, the Deep State is running a conspiracy to force elementary schools to replace milk at lunch with skinny lattes that would turn kids into liberals. But fear not — Pierre Delecto is out there in the night fighting for freedom, justice and the American way. It even makes Wilson and the band warm and fuzzy.

Tulsi The Red Ass-et

OK, Tulsi Gabbard, the jig is up, your cover is blown. Now, everyone knows you're a Russian asset. Well, that's what Her Highness Hillary Clinton told the world, so it must be true. The one-time first lady and failed presidential candidate insists that the Rooskies are grooming the congresswoman from Hawaii to run as a third party candidate in an effort to destroy the United States. “She's the favorite of the Russians,” Hillary said. “They have a bunch of sites and bots and other ways of supporting her…” After suggesting that Clinton must be smoking Ibogaine, Gabbard hit back, calling Hillary "the queen of warmongers, embodiment of corruption, and personification of the rot that has sickened the Democratic Party for so long.” Stick that in your crock pot. Still, the political analysts here at Smart Bomb keep coming back to this question: Why in the world would Hillary Clinton, out of the clear blue sky, call Tulsi Gabbard a Russian asset? Sure, Gabbard, a combat veteran, is an anti-war candidate. And she said the election is rigged. (Sound familiar?) But if Hillary doesn't have tangible proof of the nasty allegation, then she's no better than Joe McCarthy and his hunt for commies during the Red Scare. Or worse, no better than Donald Trump: Obama could be a Muslim from Kenya. Could be time to adjust your meds, Hillary.

Get Over It

And speaking of our favorite president, Trump's re-election campaign is now selling “Get Over It” T shirts in honor of Mick Mulvaney's performance last week. As you will recall, during a televised news conference, the acting chief of staff said Donald Trump ordered a halt to defense funding for Ukraine until President Volodymyr Zelensky investigated Democrats. When a reporter said it sounded like a quid pro quo, Mulvaney shot back: “Get over it.” Trump supporters already have been seen sporting T shirts that say, “I'd rather be a Russian than a Democrat,” so the latest addition to the Trump line of apparel is appropriate — in a twisted kind of way. “Get Over It.” He's only asking a foreign country to interfere in U.S. domestic politics in exchange for $391 million of aid Ukraine sorely needs. Get over it. Trump pulled U.S. troops out of Syria and let our Kurd allies get slaughtered. Get over it. Trump paid off a porn star and Playboy model to keep them quiet before the 2016 election. Get over it. Trump has made well over 13,000 false or misleading statements since taking office. So like, just Get Over It you lame-ass bitches.

Temple Square Passed Over for G7 Summit

Well, gee wilikers, the G7 conference isn't going to be held at Trump's Doral Golf Paradise in Florida after all. Bummer — it's the perfect place for officials from the seven prominent economic nations to confer on important global stuff. June in Miami: nice and toasty and humid and mosquito ridden. But wait, nobody was going to go outside anyway. Really, no one ventures outdoors in Florida in summer unless they absolutely have to. Nonetheless, those whining Democrats and muck-raking media types threw a hissy fit on account of Trump would be awarding himself a multi-million dollar contract. But it's only emoluments. Besides, the administration searched all over the country for the best venue and Dural was the only place that fit the bill. They even considered two places in Utah, according to Mick Mulvaney. And he never lies. Our sources tell us the two venues considered in Utah where Temple Square and Deer Valley. Unfortunately, Temple Square was eliminated because some of the global leaders couldn't get Temple Recommends. And Deer Valley is above 7,000 feet so many attendees would get light headed after only one champagne cocktail on account of the thin air. So, it's back to square one. And since the president doesn't visit places he doesn't own, it's going to be quite a challenge. Hey, wait, does Jared own any resorts?

Post Script

Well, it's been quite a week for the staff here at Smart Bomb: Ukraine, Syria, Doral. Fortunately for The Donald this isn't baseball — three strikes, you're out. And speaking of baseball, the New York Yankees failed to make it to The World Series for the 10th year in a row after spending $2 billion on players during the past decade. Money can't buy you love — or a pennant. OK, we know that doesn't always hold true, just look at the president. On a related note, some White House staffers have reportedly made a special T shirt for Mick Mulvaney — in red letters, it says, “Dead Man Walking.” Closer to home, the board of the Inland Port Authority met again this week. One protestor was thrown out of the meeting for whistling, of all things. Wow, that's going to look bad on his rap sheet: Busted for whistling. OMG. But seriously folks, 14 others were charged with felonies and misdemeanors, such as rioting and trespassing, for events surrounding the July Port Authority board protest. Well, you gotta do what you gotta do. But butting heads with cops is always a no win — defense attorneys aren't cheap and jail food sucks. The company isn't that great, either.

OK Wilson, can you and the band take us out with a little something for our new folk hero who rides his Twitter stallion to fight injustice and the Big Orange Monster: Out of the night / When the full moon is bright / Comes the horseman known as Zorro / This bold renegade / Carves a "Z" with his blade / A "Z" that stands for Zorro... Zorro, Zorro, the fox so cunning and free / Zorro, Zorro, who makes the sign of the Z...

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