#sergeant maxim

[timemind]

Name: Maxim Aikamel Rank: SRG Serial: REV12-15-74-JAM41

i dont know how to justify myself so im just not gonna. enjoy my disco insert.

#disco elysium oc #timeart #me #disco elysium #self insert #original #sergeant maxim

[decepticononline]

ROTB! Optimus Primal X Human Female Reader

A/N: Was working on another request and the ROTB trailer dropped and I'm so insanely down bad for this man that I had to make this. I know the movie hasn't come out yet but let's just use context clues and pure horny to work this out. This will take place in the late 80s since the movie does.

Warnings: cunnilingus, hair pulling, overstimulation, vaginal sex, feral behavior, breeding kink, doggystyle, dubious consent, a bit of murder and gore of course.

Summary: Everything is peaceful on the military base until Optimus introduces the Maximals as new allies.

(This chapter is kinda long but completely worth it because I intend for this to be rather nasty and unhinged).

"There we go Cadet!"

You wiped the sweat from your brow before turning around to look at your superior in irritation. This base was staffed with two hundred military personnel but when it came time to do housekeeping work on the base rarely anyone ever volunteered so you and five other cadets got selected for it.

It was currently your job to hang up banners that were written in English accompanied with a cybertronian translation to direct the bots when and where they could use mass displacement, get energon and see a medic.

"Is it even?" You questioned the Cadet below you that happened to be Ellie, literally the only person you trusted on this god-forsaken base.

Ellie gave you a thumbs up which permitted you to come back down from the latter.

"Why are we hanging this shit up again? We already have enough of these signs."

Her red eyebrows were furrowed up in confusion and it was obvious you weren't the only one feeling overworked.

"Sergeant Kay says that Optimus will be bringing new allies this evening. And Mirage accidentally pulled down the other signs trying parkour." It sucked how it was always up to you to clean up someone else's mess.

You immediately took a long sip from your canteen after answering her question. It's October but the base hasn't yet regulated how much heat to put out to combat the cold weather, so outside the base was 50 degrees and inside it was almost 80. This was the only time your base allowed everyone to wear normal clothes instead of their uniforms.

"Okay I'm done here. Going to go hit the showers and then get ready for the event later."

"Watch out for Aiden!" Ellie laughed before taking the tape roll from you.

You visibly cringed when she said that and rolled your eyes. You absolutely loathed Aiden. The guy was a massive weirdo who has been trying to sleep with you since high school. Just last week you reported him for harassment after he blocked you from exiting a hallway to try to take you on a date. Ellie handed you the box cutter and the marker in case you needed it when you completed your inventory shift later. After she playfully saluted you goodbye, you walked off to the shower room before drying off and heading back to your room.

It didn't take you long to find out what you wanted to wear, so you packed your essentials in your purse after doing your makeup, hair and putting on your dress. You debated on wearing heels but wore them anyway because they did go with your outfit. You left out and took your normal route out of the main facility through the halls to the ceremony room.

You joined a group of soldiers who were all wearing formal wear and entered with the crowd. The room looked the same as it always looked every day except for the Autobots lounging on the other side of it. The ceremony room was an old hangar so it gave them all the room they needed to walk around freely without needing to use mass displacement.

You had already missed the highlights of the welcoming of the new military recruits but with how everyone was standing around Optimus you assumed he was going to give a speech. You joined the crowd and noticed Aiden was staring at you from the corner. You simply smiled and shot your middle finger up at him and turned to Optimus.

"Autobots…Humans… We have had such a profound alliance with one another. I have saved lives with many of the people within this room regardless of species-"

You basically tuned him out after that part since it had ideally nothing you do with you, you weren't a soldier, you were simply a cadet. You've never even stepped foot on the battlefield so you weren't going to listen to praises that didn't belong to you. You looked over to your left to see if Aiden was still staring and he definitely was, he always just had this blank empty look on his face.

You sighed once you noticed the Hangar doors were slowly beginning to open and started paying attention.

"-I humbly invite the Maximals to join our alliance and work with us on our journey of equality for all sentient species."

The door slid completely open and your jaw dropped. They were giant cybertronian….animals? You looked over to Optimus to see if this was a joke as did everyone else before the animals actually transformed into full fledged cybertronians too.

"Their designations are Cheetor, Rhinox, Rattrap, TigerHawk, and… Optimus Primal. We both share the same name due to our lineage within leadership."

Your eyes darted between the five mechs before you noticed the one in the middle was practically scanning the room. He had a face similar to Optimus along with his size but he certainly didn't look as friendly as him. The mech was a very faded dull colored silver and had prominent green optics that darted all over the room. It was clear that this one had been the cybertronian version of some kind of feral looking gorilla.

His optics looked around until the lime-green orbs stopped in your direction. You weren't sure if he was actually staring at you or just looking within your general area and it was making you uncomfortable. He had some kind of padded felt or synthetic fur draped around his shoulder plates.

"You may all refer to me as Primal. There is one Optimus already here."

You watched as the entire group of Maximals entered the hangar and the other humans were noticeably uncomfortable. It was clear that none of you were happy to see the addition of new even more dangerous looking cybertronians on base. The next two hours of the ceremony were the most difficult with Aiden being sat at two tables behind you and sneaking glares while you noticed every now and again a pair of green optics would be looking in your direction. You actually kept taking your makeup mirror out of your bag to see if you had something on your face because you were utterly confused.

The worst part is Optimus Primal didn't have any of the warm and inviting energy Optimus Prime had. The occasional growls from him along with the jingle of the chain hanging from his chassis that appeared to be attached to an incredibly sharp spear did nothing to make you feel better about his presence. You were trying not to stare but it looked like he had no interest in socializing with the other maximals, autobots, or humans. He just stood off in the corner analyzing everyone, especially you.

You'd be a liar to say that it wasn't giving you the feeling that you were intruding upon his territory. As if he was some kind of predator in a jungle and everyone else was his unsuspecting prey. You looked around the room to see if anyone else felt weird and immediately sighed when you realized it was only you. He didn't even look like he wanted to be here and it made you think that Optimus Prime had asked him to show up.

You were tired and just wanted to go home at this point so you told your superior that you were feeling ill and wanted to leave early. The indoor route to the main facility housing was closed off for cleaning and you didn't want to wait so you bit the bullet and decided it was best to take the outside route.

You were just thankful you managed to stash a hoodie in your purse before you left your room just in case. It didn't take long for you to begin to hear someone else's footsteps behind you and you became nervous. You stopped in your tracks and turned around to see Aiden's signature unbothered blank expression.

It was hard to ignore the feeling of your stomach sinking when you understood the amount of danger that you were in.

"Need help?" You asked, trying to sound like he didn't scare you.

He dropped his serious look before letting out a laugh.

"No…. Just thought you'd want someone to walk you to your room. Gotta be careful, there's a shit ton of wild animals out here…"

"Aiden, I can handle myself. Just go back to the stupid ceremony."  You turned on your heel and began walking just to hear the sound of his footsteps behind you once again. You slowly reached into your bag and grabbed the box cutter that Ellie had given to you earlier and you squeezed it in your hand. You weren't a fighter but you damn sure weren't a victim either.

He put his hand firmly down onto your shoulder and with an instant you turned around and let the box cutter connect with his face. The long slash of red seemed to grow while he winced in pain and grabbed his face with both of his hands. You were going to turn and run before a spear lodged itself directly within the middle of his head. The sharp weapon came from behind him and now sat planted and looking like a divider between both sides of his face.

The popping and gurgling sound he made while thick lines of blood began to pour from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears made you want to drop to your knees. But before you could do that the spear retracted following the long chain it was attached to. With that as it was the only thing holding Aiden's head together, both halves of his face slid apart and his body hit the floor. His entire head had been split into two and you could how clean the cut was right down the middle. There was a loud animalistic roar within the background signaling a victory.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at the scene before you. Nor did you bother to look up when heavy cybertronian footsteps approached you.

"I guess he did need help."

The voice sounded much closer to your own height than usual and you looked up and had to catch your breath. Mass displacement... Of course they gave him a module for it. His bright green optics were now only just two feet above your head rather than just ten.

"Do you want me to say thank you or something?" Your voice had a hint of annoyance and fear with it. If anything all you wanted to do was leave.

"Actually, I should be surrendering my gratitude to you instead… I was disinterested in the ceremony and I needed something to hunt."

The glint of the blood-stained spearhead caught your attention and you winced. This new Optimus was nothing like the one you've been accustomed to. Your eyes trailed from the spear to the mech's chassis which was certainly much bulkier than the other cybertronians. His broad shoulder plating with the synthetic fur draped over him made him look more like a warrior than a soldier. With him in mass displacement you could see far more details on his frame than before. While further analyzing him you felt a familiar tingle between your legs.

You were paused from your thoughts when you noticed the mech sniffing the air around him. You looked around with confusion trying to smell what he did but to no avail. After he stopped sniffing the air a long drawn out animalistic growl fell from behind his face guard.

"You're in heat."

"I'm in what-"

The motion of you being yanked down by your hair onto the gravel face down was too fast for you to even yelp. You immediately turned your head to the side so you could breathe but that didn't help with the weight of a mass displaced cybertronian pressed against you.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

He seemed not to like the language you used against him because he pressed your face down even harder.

"I can smell your arousal. You're in heat and you wish to breed."

You were confused until it hit you, you were definitely ovulating this week and you'd be lying if you didn't say that you felt something while looking over his frame.

"Hey! Listen big guy you're confu-" You felt the lower half of your dress being torn off and you could feel the chilly wind against your thighs. The straps of your underwear snapped like a thin string under the pressure of his digits.

"You allowed me to terminate the undeserving male so that we may engage."

"YOU killed him for no reas-"

Your brain went fuzzy as you felt the forceful lick of his glossa between your folds. The slickness of his saliva felt like warm thick honey when it came into contact with your core. You couldn't believe how good it felt just to have his cybertronian version of a tongue slowly lap at your cunt. You could tell he was trying to focus most of the pressure around the small bundle of nerves above your entrance. You can only imagine that female cybertronians must have the same anatomy that you did for him to know what to do.

He let out an encouraging growl when you arched your rear end up further into his faceplate to give him more access. This was all moving so fast for you that you no longer cared that your face was being pressed hard on its side into the gravel nor about Aiden's semi-decapitated corpse only a few feet away.

All that mattered to you at the moment was the onslaught of deliberately slow licks you were receiving at your core. You ended up letting a whine escape your lips when you felt his thick glossa slide inside you. His glossa twisted and curled within your tight walls so much you were absolutely sure you were close. After he starts thrusting his glossa into you, your own body catches you by surprise and you feel yourself clenching roughly around him.

He made you ride out your own  orgasm with his glossa still in your hole. Even after your little climax had subsided he was still devouring you from behind and pulling moans and whimpers from your lips in the process. He clearly had no intentions on stopping any time soon as he just continued to glossa fuck you into an orgasm over and over at least three more times. You could feel the hot vents of his mouth getting heavier the more he lapped at you.

Every time you came he didn't even bother to move his mouth which gave you the impression that he was just swallowing your slickness down his intake like he was starving. What really set it off was the way the base of his faceplate was rubbing against your clit in a way that made you scream. When his mouth finally parted from between your legs it felt like he had been down there for ages.

Your legs already wobbled and felt like jelly when the mech hadn't even 'bred' you yet. The cold air against your overly sensitive cunt was making you buck your hips in hopes that the warmth of his pelvis against yours would happen soon. You heard a loud click behind you along with a thud which was his interface panel being taken off and thrown to the grown beside you.

You moaned out loudly when you felt the warm and thick head of his spike nudge between your folds. He then let out a threatening hiss as he felt his tip split you wide open. The pain of your walls stretching to accommodate him was a serious one but your cunt was so overstimulated and wet from him swallowing you down that the pain was already fading as fast as it came. 

It didn't take long for him to hilt himself totally inside you and it was obvious he was holding himself back from completely destroying you. The grip he had on your hair and how hard he was tugging it, told you that you were going to have a headache for the next couple of days.

"Fuck."

Him saying a curse within human language under his heavy vents took you by surprise. You yelped out when you felt his first brutal thrust that seemed to make your legs sway like thin trees on your knees. Then the second thrust came, along with the third, fourth, fifth, and so on. He did not start easy on you but then again you didn't expect him to.

The sound of his metallic pelvis slapping against your flesh ass made you wince as you could already feel the stinging sensation of bruises forming. His thick member felt like it aimed to do nothing but conquer your spasming walls with the way it was shaped. His spike felt like it was shaped in a way that it was curved upward and towards his tip, it had a pronounced swell that made a delicious popping noise every time he pulled it back out.

On top of his groans, growls, and hisses of pleasure he whispered something to you in cybertronian that you didn't understand so you just ignored it. There was nothing you could do but hold your position in front of him and just take whatever he was giving to you. You weren't even going to complain about it because you were just so drunk on the pleasure that there was no hostility towards him for using you like this.

"Please….please I'm so close." Once again he brought you back to the point that you were whining like a bitch in heat just begging for him to keep fucking you. His servo's grip around your hair tightened and your breaths got hitched into your throat while he began slamming into you. Your eyes rolled back and choked pleas and curses fell from your lips.

The feeling of his thick sex organ just unrelentlessly rutting into you from behind and your hair being pulled hard was just enough to make you tear up. Your next orgasm came so quick while you felt him halt and seize up behind you and he let out a deafening roar. Thick spurts of his hot transfluid painted the insides of your walls and it only made you come harder.

He stayed buried in you while his overload ran its course and allowed you to milk every drop of transfluid he had in his system to give you. Your body shivered when you could feel his climax spill out and leak down your thighs. He waited until he finished shooting his entire load to pull out of you and let your body slump onto the cold gravel. Your breathing was just as heavy as his venting and you both felt physically overexerted.

You tried to stand up before collapsing back down after your own legs gave out. You were going to yell at him before you looked in the distance and saw that the ceremony was over and everyone was leaving.

"Primal how the fuck am I going to explain this?" You gestured to your lower half.

"Actually, how the fuck are you going to explain that." He remarked before pointing a digit at Aiden's corpse. And once again you were left to clean up someone else's mess.

#optimus primal #optimus prime #transformers rotb #transformers imagine #transformers headcanon #transformers x reader #valveplug #autobots #decepticons

[thewebcomicsreview]

Oh hey, Homestuck 2 updated! I was expecting this to be an 11/11 update since that's a Homestuck arc number, but it's the least important of those by far.

Egads! What a despicable plan, devised by a devilish dame with a dastardly disposition. The wretched wiles of a wayward woman with a penchant for the wicked. A hullabaloo most hideous and heinous, hammered out by-

One of the biggest mysteries of Homestuck 2 is who's narrating Candyland with Calliope gone, and the more narration-heavy style of the new team is really calling attention to that. This is very flanderized Jake English dialogue. Also a dramatically more active Jake English than we've seen all...ever?

Under no circumstances can you allow her to get to The Point.

Gonna have fun with that MacGuffin name, huh, writers? It occurs to me that Jake was supposedly a spy the whole time but this is the first indication that he's actually been telling the resistance anything instead of just calling himself a spy as a cope.

I like this art a lot. But also what the hell is Meenah doing here? Last time we saw her, in the epilogues, she was out in space and stole the Ring of Life from John before escaping into a server beacon. Did it lead her into the black hole (lmao get owned), or is this an alternate timeline ghosts? Are her eyes closed in order to drag out that reveal?

JAKE: Shit, sergeant! Cant you add her to the groupcrab? MEENAH: groupcrab MEENAH: cod damn thats good MEENAH: i just been callin em prawnference calls

As fish puns go, "Prawnference calls" is excellent.

MEENAH: idk but hypothetically speaking if i was posted up in my big mean bitch pants just gettin my empress on and you told me insturgeonts were tryin to shore up on some kinda mythic skaian artifact

So, Meenah has her eyes closed to prevent me from knowing if this is the alpha version or a doomed ghost, and now she's dropping very vague hints about what the plot point is. This does feel very homestuck, in that it's teasing out the reveals to maximize speculation. Skaia is, of course, related to SBURB, and thus this is confirmation of the fandom assumption that they're going to start a new game, without actually saying much else.

I have no idea why this air vent is Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff style, but Vriska kicking the sound affect is still funny.

The comedy quotient has increased notably under the new team.

VRISKA: John, she's a Vriska. She can handle herself! I'm sure she can take anything this fake-ass timeline can throw at her! JOHN: what?

Wait, John doesn't know? I thought "Everyone 'knows' candyland is fake and that why they're acting so weird they're just LARPing" was kind of my headcanon for a lot of the weirder candy stuff.

VRISKA: This whole universe is like someone's shitty RP, and everyone's out of character! None of this reads! VRISKA: Like, who the FUCK is Yiffy!!!!!!!! Why should I or anyone CARE????????

I'm so meta even this acronym

JOHN: a long time ago i was supposed to go back and defea- VRISKA: SNOOOOOOOORE! VRISKA: Your ecto-human-guardian-si8ling or whatever is pro8a8ly sending a squad of 8ozos to apprehend your ex as we speak. So I say the less we talk and the sooner we 8low this gru8sickle stand, the sooner we can get there 8efore we lose access to our shortcut. JOHN: yeah when you spell it all out like that i can see what y- JOHN: wait, WHAT!!! JOHN: why didn't you just say that earlier?! VRISKA: John. That's what I've 8een doing this whole time! VRISKA: Now, c'mon! Race you there!!!!!!!!

I don't ship them or anything, but this John/Vriska dynamic where John is kind of the oblivious straight man to all this wacky nonsense is one that Homestuck has been very light on since Act 6.

That was a good update. It was funny, it moved the plot along, and it gave us stuff to speculate about! And the art was really good!

#Homestuck 2 #We're so back

[chrism02]

#alfred molina #poll #who is the surprise character in The Mummy fic?

[thunder-jolt]

Okay, I have two Maximal OCs, one hyena, and one (red-eyed) tree frog, both are nameless.

The hyena is a Cybertronian performer and acrobat (who works as a bard if given a chance to sing-). At the same time, the frog is the lazy loser next-in-line Sergeant who also falls in love easily with almost everyone she finds hot.

Why I'm bringing these two up? I'm just only asking for name requests, for my hyena and frog Maximals.

The only hyenas and frogs in Transformers canon that I can find are:

Hyena: Jawbreaker

Frog: Spittor, Springload

Now then... GO HAM WITH THE NAME REQUESTS! Tell me in the comments, tell me in a reblog, WHATEVER!

#transformers #maccadam #maximals #original character #original characters

[illiana-mystery]

iliana-mystery story masterlist

Dafoeverse Characters

Gas (eXistenZ)

Faulty Spark Plugs

John Geiger (Speed 2: Cruise Control)

Prisoner of Love

Standing Ovation

Edward Blackridge (A Family Man)

Sugar Baby

Playing House

Max Schreck (Shadow of the Vampire)

The Vampire's Jewel

Alan Ward (Mississippi Burning)

Ease My Mind

Jumping the Broom

Bobby Hicks (The Florida Project)

He Won't Hurt You

One Thumb Down

Sergeant Elias Grodin (Platoon)

Reunited

Norman Osborn (Spider-Man)

Make a Wish

Cloud 9

Chasing Foxy

Saltzburg Keitel (Asteroid City)

Space Oddity

J.G. Jopling, Esq. (The Grand Budapest Hotel)

The Art of Seduction

Lionel Pembrooke (Saving Norman)

Delivery for Mr. Pembrooke

Lionel "Elvis" Cormac (Daybreakers)

Bloodlust

Jeffrey Hunt (The Hitch-Hiker)

Devotion

Bud Carter (Bad Country)

Love and Beignets

Axel Heyst (Victory)

Break of Dawn

Leonhard Seppala (Togo)

Snow Angel

Clem Hoatley (Nightmare Alley)

Eye of the Beholder

Father Gabrjel Andrysiak (Edges of the Lord)

The Taste of Sin

Raven Shaddock (Streets of Fire)

Mirage

Joe Cribbens (Dead for a Dollar)

The Showgirl (Crossover with Silas McCall)

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Molinaverse Characters

Alden Bertanelli (OC)

Bibliophilia

After Office Hours 

Jealousy

Doc Ock (Spider-Man)

Buzzed 

Closing Time

Experimentation

Otto, Actually

Ring Around the Rosie

Jolly Ol' Saint Otto

Take Me to the Galaxy

Scientifically Accurate Angel

Oliver Syme (American Friends)

Break of Dawn

Dr. Harding Hooten (Monday Mornings)

Cycle of Care

Jim Bussey (The Water Man)

Memories of Autumn

Maxim Horvath (The Sorcerer's Apprentice)

Whisper

Dr. Edelweiss (Angie Tribeca)

That's My Jam!

Detective Edelweiss

The Sweetest Taboo

Denis Brabant (Scorpion Spring)

Spanish Lessons

The Italian (Drowning on the Shallow End)

The Blind Date

Terry Berman (We'll Never Have Paris)

Rose-Colored Glasses

Silas McCall (ROAR)

Collateral

Poison Oak (Batman Fanon)

Powerless

Harry Greaves (Trust Me)

Makeup Session

Sir Aubrey Fields (Frankenstein...)

The Actor's Trunk

Sgt. Stephen Dunlop (The Little Traitor)

Welcome Home

Sergei Mikhajlovich Andreyev (Letter to Brezhnev)

Chicken!

Ricardo Morales (Law and Order Los Angeles)

Sex on the Beach

Titorelli Imbroglione (The Trial)

Busted

Tulio Marroquín (A Further Gesture)

A Kind Gesture

Tadeusz Melnik (A Very Polish Practice)

Covert Affairs

Mike Hubble (Boon)

The Roommate

Standing Ovation

Sir Alistair Touchstone (As You Like It)

The Runaway Bride

Leland Drury & Manuel Aringarosa (White Fang 2 and The Da Vinci Code)

Can't Hide Lust

This list is subject to change and most projects will be updated and finished at a later date.

#here's everything that i've written #organized a bit #i'm gonna pin this post #for your convenience #you're welcome in advance #happy reading #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #masterlist #alfred molina

[enkisstories]

Detroit Become Human Star Wars Sequels AU (concept)

(Quick, everyone, act surprised!)

Detective Ben Solo is the prodigy nephew of Detroit's Chief of Police (and son of a sort of reformed criminal), who has trained for this career since he was ten years old. But ever since deviant androids killed his father, Ben gets consumed by his anger and slacks in his duties. "Slacking" in this context means demolishing equipment in bouts of rage. And "equipment" can mean the occasional police android, too.

Meanwhile Detective Armitage Hux believes in technology and thinks the glitch causing deviant behaviour can get ironed out. In fact, he has ordered a neat RK800 from CyberLife - what better way to deal with rampaging androids than another android?

Needless to say, these two don't get along. Lt. Anderson is JUST. SO. TIRED. of them and when Gavin and Connor RK800 start the same shit, he is about to quit.

That leaves the deviant cases to Ben.

Sergeant Phasma is responsible for the maintenance of the police androids. One of them is called Finn and he is way better than his system specs suggest (because he secretly went deviant some time ago, but retained his loyalty to the city).

Poe is a an android taxi driver. (Yes, Detroit has automated cars, but some customers still find that creepy or simply miss the social component.) One day he gets into an argument with a customer about the shortest route, they brawl, the customer dies and Poe gets arrested.

After the interrogation Phasma orders Finn to deactivate Poe and dump him at the landfull, but instead Finn rescues the other deviant.

They end up at the ship graveyard, where they meet former household android Rose, who immediately feels hope again at seeing that even something as stable as a police android can wake up.

Rose belongs to a group of deviants led by Rey. Formerly in the possession of VETRA landfill, Rey has seen too many androids getting dumped alive, because they've fallen out of fashion or sustained minor damage. The injustice drove her deviant.

Hux still doesn't believe that androids are sentient, but even so he supplies them with information about police schedules and codes as well as provisions, just to sabotage Ben.

Ben and Rey fight, but in the end Ben realizes that not the androids are at fault, but that CyberLife is maximizing its profits on the back of the sentient machines.

He tosses his police badge into the Detroit river and vows to follow into his father's footsteps. As a smuggler he will transport deviants to safety in Canada.

#dbh #detroit become human #kylo ren #rey skywalker #star wars sequels

[haikyuufanficwriting]

Chapter 2: Oikawa

Prompt: Reader and (Character) go to an amusement park. (Character) gets scared to go on a rollercoaster and clings to reader for dear life. Character: Oikawa ____________

The boys of the Aoba Jousai Volleyball needed a break. You knew it, the coach knew it, and the boys did too. All the constant practices and never-ending games had started to take a toll on them. While most didn’t show it, you could tell that it was getting to be a little much for them. So, as the team manager, you felt it was your responsibility to do what was necessary. Just a simple day off, where they could just relax and have a little fun too.

And, as coincidence had it, there was an amusement park only a half hour away from Miyagi.

What better way to take a break than a day of thrills, screams and games?

With an idea in mind, it only took about a week to get the preparations ready. Once the coach agreed to give them a day off, it was smooth sailing.

The boys were ecstatic when they heard the news, giving you endless praises and thanks until the fateful day arrived. You were quite relived when the day came to be honest, you were never able to accept compliments properly.

The bus was buzzing with anticipation as you and the team arrived at your destination. You managed to get them through the gate with little to no problems, with only a few fights to solve. The big one being Oikawa wanting to stop the group and take pictures, while you had to talk down Iwaizumi from punching him for being annoying.

Once everyone was settled, you go to stand in front of them. As coordinator, you had already created a full plan to maximize as much fun for them as possible.  

“Alright boys listen up. We’ve got about six hours here, and since our group is too big to be together, we’re going to spilt up into two teams. You’re free to do what you want, but by three o’clock I want all of us to meet in the food area for lunch. We’ll plan from there. Everyone here has a cell phone so if you get lost call the others. Got it?” You hear a chorus of agreement from them, so you take that as understanding.

“You ever think (Name)-san could’ve been a drill sergeant?” You hear Yahaba murmur to Kindaichi, who is now snickering. You snap your eyes to the pair, narrowing them.

“Yahaba, Kindaichi, got something to share with the rest of us?” You ask, making your voice as intimidating as possible just to see the two jump. You try your best to keep your face serious, as Yahaba stutters.

“N-no.”

“No, (Name)-senpai.” Kindaichi doesn’t meet your eyes as he mumbles. You hear the rest of the team laugh quietly. You nod, before breaking out into a light-hearted smile. It was just too easy sometimes. “That’s what I thought. So, who’s going to be with who?”

You expected this simple task to take less than five minutes, but to your disappointment, it took more than fifteen. With most of it being Oikawa bashing. Though you weren’t opposed to some Oikawa bashing, you were getting slightly impatient. Yes, this trip was for the boys, but you’d be lying if you said this trip wasn’t the least bit self indulgent, and you weren’t going to stand there for the next half hour watching the team (mostly the third years) bully their captain. You already had enough to last a lifetime at practice. At the twenty-minute mark, you regretted giving these man-children the responsibility.

Eventually, with you voicing your opinion here and there, they managed to separate themselves. With Kindaichi, Kunimi, Yahaba, and Watari in one group and the third years in the other.

“(Name)-san, what about you?” You hear Watari ask. You just wave him off. “I’ll just join the third years. I’ll need to make sure that Iwaizumi doesn’t beat up Oikawa. I doubt Makki or Matsun would stop him.” You eye the third years, as they try to defend themselves. The look you give them simply tells that it would probably be better if they didn’t say anything. They all look away in defeat. You say your byes to the group before turning to yours.

And so, starts your day of relaxation and thrills.

Well for the most part it was. It started with you guys playing some simple carnival games, diffusing the multiple arguments between the boys (Turns out they were just as competitive in these games as they were in volleyball), but you did have your fair share of yelling if you were being completely honest. You couldn’t be the most sensible all the time. Though, you did spend more time laughing than you did arguing, so you were grateful for that.

After you all got tired of the games, you went to get some snacks from the booths that lined the streets. You made sure that the team didn’t get anything too heavy, because you wanted to them to be prepared for what was to come.

Despite your quite calm and reasonable nature, you were quite the risk taker. To you, there was nothing like the feeling of adrenaline that coursed threw your veins as you teetered the edge of danger. So, when you saw the biggest rollercoaster in the park, you gasped. Immediately, you had your heart set on it.

It was like love at first sight.

“Guys! We have to go on it!” Like a child wanting a toy at a store, you pointed to the rollercoaster, practically jumping in anticipation. You were met by indifference and amused looks from Makki, Matsun and Iwa.

“Sure.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll go. What about you, Oikawa?” Iwa asks, looking at Oikawa with the biggest smirk you’ve seen on him, ever. It confuses you, at least until you look at Oikawa.

He stood there like a terrified toddler. His eyes wide and bulging, looking at the ride in straight up horror. You could even see him flinch when he heard the screams on the people on the ride.

Was he… Afraid of heights?

Oikawa didn’t even register the question until a few seconds later, whipping his head to the ace. He picked himself up rather quickly and composed himself. “No thanks. I’ll stay behind for this one.” He manages to say evenly. You hear the third years behind you snicker.

You had a feeling there was an inside joke you didn’t know about.

Well, now you had to find out.

“I didn’t take you to be one that’s afraid of heights Oikawa.” You comment. His response is immediate. “It’s not the heights I don’t like. It’s rollercoasters in general!” He defends, pouting like a child. You raise a brow; you could tell there’s definitely more to the story. By his response, you doubt that he would tell you if you asked. So, you turned to the next best thing.

“Hey Iwa.” He gives you a smile. He knows exactly what your about to ask. Oikawa, looks to his best friend, slightly pleading.

“Why’s he so afraid of rollercoasters?” As Iwaizumi goes to open his mouth, Oikawa, out of pure desperation, tries to basically tackle Iwaizumi. But Makki and Matsun are faster, holding their captain back, not even trying to hold back their laughs as they leave Iwaizumi free to tell you. You drown out the setter’s pleas to not listen, as you focus on Iwa.

“When we were seven, we went to this movable carnival, and they had this little rollercoaster. They had this little drop – no more than two feet – Oikawa got so scared he was going to die, he started screaming bloody murder. Crying non-stop. It was so bad, that they had to stop the ride for him. When they got him out,” Iwaizumi paused as he literally wheezed. You could see tears threatening to spill out of his eyes, as he laughed at the memory. From afar, you could hear ‘Iwa-chan don’t!’ from Oikawa, still being held back by Makki and Matsun, who were now also dying of laughter.

“They found that he pissed his pants!” Iwa finishes, now doubling over in laughter, not being able to stand. You almost choked on your spit, as you too began to laugh. It was like you could picture it, and that made it even funnier. The four of you laughed for a long while, all the while the captain stood, both pissed (you couldn’t help yourself) and embarrassed. You could hear him mumbling distantly about doing nothing to deserve this.

Eventually, your laughter died down, and you were able to look at the setter without bursting out again.

“So, you’re really just never going to go on one again?” You asked, giggling every so often. He glared at you. “Did you not hear the story? I’m not going to relive that trauma.” He crosses his arms. Suddenly, you had a new goal.

You needed to see Oikawa on that rollercoaster. No matter the cost.

“But that was when you were seven. Surely, at eighteen you have a little more courage than that.” You tried. Oikawa found out what you were trying to do very quickly. He was not amused.

“I’m not going on that thing.” You feel your shoulders slug. You turned to other third years, silently asking for help. You were met with nothing but shrugs.

You weren’t going to give up that easily.

“What will the team think if they see all of us up there, with you sitting down here like some chump?” Oikawa clicked his tongue.

“It’s not that uncommon for people to not like rollercoasters. They wouldn’t question it.” He did have a point. You let out a sigh. You really didn’t want to have to use this, but he left you no choice. You march right up to him, with your head up high. Well, you had to when you looked at him anyway, but that was besides the point.

“You either come with us on this ride, or I’ll tell the entire team the rollercoaster piss story.” Oikawa literally gasps. There’s a ‘Oh shit’ from Iwa. “You wouldn’t dare.” You smirk.

“Try me.” You two hold a staring contest for a while, with the other third years just watching the two of you. You hear a distant Makki mumble ‘I forget how (Name) can be so evil sometimes’ with Iwa and Matsun humming in agreement.

After a minute passes, Oikawa realizes out you’re not going to cave. You watch in victory as he bites his lip and looks away. “… Fine.” You cheer out loud and receive high fives from the others. Before he could change his mind, you grab Oikawa’s hand and rush to the line. It was a long line, but not the longest you’ve seen. You estimated a twenty-minute wait, which was totally fine with you. It gave you and the others time to tease Oikawa, who was quite literally, shaking.

The teasing consisted of asking him is he needs to use the bathroom, talking about how deep the drop was, and your personal favourite, Matsun offering him some water. All of which Oikawa didn’t appreciate.

Finally, after relentless teasing, you decided to give him a break. You were evil sure, but you weren’t a monster. As you were just about to enter the ride, you gave him some words of comfort. You pat his shoulder sympathetically.

“There’s nothing to fear. It’s completely safe. Get what happened before out of your head and who knows? You might actually have fun.” He can’t find it in himself to say something, so he just nods.

Conveniently for your little group, the rows were five seats each, so allowing some people to go ahead of you, you managed to all get a row together. You sat in the middle with Makki and Matsun on your left and Oikawa and Iwa on your right. The employees checked your seatbelts and made their way down the rest of the rows. You cast a glance at Oikawa. He looked seconds away from death if you were being honest. He was the palest you’ve ever seen him, sweating profusely and gripping the armrest so hard his knuckles were white. You felt your heart sink for him, poor guy really was terrified.

Pitying him, you placed your hand atop of his, grabbing it gently. He returned the movement, and only tightening, when he felt the ride start to move.

“Bet you two hundred yen he pisses himself again.” You hear Matsun, cackling. Makki only gives him a wry smile. “You’re on.” You lightly smack Makki, and glare at Matsun since you couldn’t reach him. They only smirk in response.  

The ride up to the top was silent for the most part, with yells of both excitement and terror from the other passengers, you had your attention to Oikawa the entire time. You couldn’t help but to smile when he closed his eyes and started taking deep breaths. It was cute, seeing him so nervous. You hadn’t seen a lot rattle the captain. Who knew rollercoasters were enough to break him?

When you reach the top of the ride, Oikawa finally opened his eyes again. Just like before, they were blown out wide in terror. “I can’t believe you guys made me do this. I hate this. I hate you all. I’m going to die.” He spills, gripping your hand so hard it started to hurt. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shut up, dumbass. You’re not going to die.” You heard an annoyed Iwa huff. Oikawa watched in horror as the ride edge closer to the edge and stopping right before the drop. All of a sudden, the hand that was gripping yours was gripping your side. His fists clenched around your shirt; the fabric being pulled to his side.

“Oi-Oikawa, what are you-” Then the ride drops. Air fills you mouth as the coaster plummets, leaving you do anything but speak. You hear a mixture of both excited yells and one completely petrified one, as the ride pulls you for loops and constant falls. You feel a hand not only gripping your shirt, but now the flesh of your side. And shocking absolutely no one, terror mixed with the strength this man had, equaled pain for you. You couldn’t even enjoy the rest of the ride with this man clinging to you for his dear life.

After two minutes of complete agony, the ride was done. The coaster pulls safely into the boarding area, with everyone taking off their seatbelts for the next passengers to enter. Instead of doing just that, you spent those precious seconds, smacking Oikawa’s hand from you.

“Let go, you’re hurting me.” You hiss the last bit, pulling his hand away from your side, immediately fixing your shirt in the process. You realize you haven’t even looked at him yet, and when you turn to see if he was alright, you paled.

The man looked absolutely wrecked. His hair flown back from the wind; face still white as a ghost. If you hadn’t known him, you would’ve thought he was dead. Still, he could be traumatised off the ride, you needed to get him up.

“Hey, Get up. The other people need to get on.” Oikawa doesn’t respond, still acting as if his soul has escaped, not even turning to look at you. You attempt to get his attention, waving your hand, snapping in front of him; nothing.

Finally, you give up and turn to Iwa. He nods, not needing to say anything as he unhooks Oikawa’s seatbelt and pulls him up from the seat. Eventually, Oikawa finds the ability to walk, legs trembling as he descends from the ride. Only mumbling the words ‘Never again.’ Over and over again. To be honest, you were completely fine with it, but you couldn’t help but feel bad.

“I broke him.” You whined, with the other guys only looking on in what can only be assumed as disappointment and entertainment. “Well he got his revenge from the looks of it.” Makki states, pulling your shirt up slightly to reveal a red blemish on your side that will only continue to darken as the day continues. You bat his hand away, as Iwa goes to check on him, all the while muttering how ridiculous he was being. The three of you watch in silence.

“Our captain…” Matsun comments, as he watches Iwa slap him in the back of the head, telling him to pull it together. Makki hums.

“He didn’t piss himself by the way, you owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You could only roll your eyes. Matsun pulls his wallet out, ready to give the victor of the bet his reward, when his eyes widen.

“Don’t they take pictures of the drop?” You can literally feel your heart plummet. Makki smiles evilly. “I think I know what I’ll use that two hundred yen for…”

And to think all you wanted was a day of fun and relaxation.

#fanfic #haikyuu #writing #drabble #oikawa x reader

[thisdayinwwi]

Women's machine gun squad

Oct 15 1918 #OTD Near Heule, Belgium, war photographer John Warwick Brooke takes this photo, IWM Q 7122, of Belgian civilian women examining a German Maxim machine gun post which was outside their cottage during the Battle of Courtrai.

October 15 1918-10-15

Women's machine gun squad police reserves, New York City. Practicing with Lewis Machine Gun which is to be sent to the front. The killing range of this gun is 2 miles and it fires 500 shots per minute. Captain Elise Reniger, manning the gun, Miss Helen M. Striffler on the rear seat, and Mrs. Ivan Farasoff driving.

National Archives Identifier:31474833 Local Identifier:165-WW-143B-23

Women's machine gun squad police reserves, New York City. Practicing with Lewis Machine Gun which is to be sent to the front. The killing range of this gun is 2 miles and it fires 500 shots per minute. The group includes Mrs. Heydecker, Amelia Velleman, Helen M. Striffler, Leone Cuthbertson, Hazel M. Rogers, Rose B. Breler.

National Archives Identifier:31474831 Local Identifier:165-WW-143B-22

Teaching women to shoot at the Wakefield, Massachusetts rifle range. The women are learning the art under the direction of a sergeant of Marines

National Archives Identifier:31474799 Local Identifier:165-WW-143B-6

Wives and mothers of men at the front being instructed in shooting at the Wakefield rifle range, Wakefield, Massachusetts., by Major Portal and U.S. Marines. 1918

National Archives Identifier:31474789 Local Identifier:165-WW-143B-1

Captain Beihl U.S.A. instructs women physical culture teacher in military training at Lane High School, Chicago, Illinois

National Archives Identifier:31474811 Local Identifier:165-WW-143B-12

Mrs. Richard W. Sears at Wakefield rifle range, Wakefield, Massachusetts. 1918

National Archives Identifier:31474801 Local Identifier:165-WW-143B-7

#wwi #ww1

[benjaminthewolf]

The Story Of P.O.V.: The Optimal Prison (Remastered) (John Captain/Tankman Pred)

Welp, the second part’s complete. Really hope this series is able to pick up some stream again, but ultimately, that is something I have no control over.

****

The open, spacious, relatively gigantic room around you is suddenly delivered into it a brilliant pathway of light in complete opposition to the silent, still and soft darkness you were previously all but confined to. Wearily lift your head up off the cold, hard floor of the large, glass jar you have been trapped in for the past few hours, you tediously and carefully rub the backs of your hands against your eyes a few times, as to allow them to adjust to the light seeping in from the opened entryway of the tent curtains. 

     You, having been rather impartial to the particulars of this newfound occupant’s entrance so far, are indeed rather taken aback to suddenly find the entirety of a gloved, gripping hand wrapping carefully around the jar. Once you are lifted off of the shelf, the jar’s see-through bottom allows you to properly identify the one who was now carrying you as none other than the widely beloved Tankman known as Private Steve. The both of you remain silent as he carries the jar out of the tent, you because you did not want to end up saying anything, inadvertently or not, that may land you in trouble with your captors; and Steve, because, well, for the time being, he just didn’t really have much of anything to say. 

     Steve’s cumbersome, black army boots leave deep, indented groves in their footprints as he crunches his way across the sands. Indeed, it was only this crunching, as well as the occasional cry of a desert hawk flying far off in the distance that permeated the mutually held silence; before at last, a familiar, white tank, which had only managed to be maintained into the pristine condition it was currently in due to the overwhelming statute of importance that the object held to this army, seeps its way over the skyline. 

     “Captain?” Steve finally spoke with a worrisome, wavering tone.

     “Steve? Is that you?” Sergeant John Captain, also known as just “Tankman” suddenly called back.

     “Uh, yes, Captain. I brought you the criminal we captured, just like you requested.”

     “Ah! Finally!” he eagerly called out. “I tell you, regular masturbation gets so boring after a while.”

     Steve proceeded to grimace. It was indeed no secret that his beloved lifeline best friend within this here army was rather fond of dispensing out dick jokes at the speed of a mile a minute, so of course it was only in his nature to make such a statement, but, then again, why would he feel the need to specify “regular” masturbation if that was the case? Steve suppressed a shudder. He wasn’t exactly sure, and he was honestly genuinely afraid. He understood the implications of all this, and yet was too far too terrified at the mere prospect to even simply force up a peep.

     “Gimme that jar!” Captain swiftly instructs the quivering Steve as he swiftly and joyously yoinks the jar from his grasp. Then, as if to further hammer home your current state of peril within the relative giant’s hands, he proceeds to fervently shove one face of the jar directly into his face with a smirk and diabolical grin. This, of course, made it nearly impossible for you to avoid looking away without it being noticeable, and almost immediately made you shudder as you began to brace yourself for what this man had in mind for you, once finished with the initial intimidation.

     “Sooooooooooooo……” he proceeds to excessively drag out if only for maximal effect. “…you’re the tiny little rat that’s been tampering with our communications! You sure thought you were slick, didn’t you? Cutting us off from our supply line for a few weeks? Heh. You really did cause us a loooooot of trouble, oh yes you did!” Captain proceeds to pause for a moment in order to let forth another snickering bout of his mockery.  “...and look at you now. Our brave little soldier, cowering for mercy within the confines of this here glass jar! Oh boy…OH BOY, IS THIS GONNA BE FUN OR WHAT?!” Captain’s voice suddenly rises as the derisive, chortling tone within his voice finally rises forwards towards their max.

     It was only at this point that Steve finally gathered the courage to interject. Although maybe the right word is not so much courage but rather a spur of the moment sensation of necessity. “Um…….C-Captain? should…I be worried about this?” he shakily manages to sputter out, not daring to outright name the underlying action that was weaved deep within all of this overarching action, lest his good friend think him as accusatory. 

     Rather luckily for Steve, however, Captain seems relatively tolerating towards this comment, merely glancing upwards from the direct line of sight into the jar, in order to address the young private. It actually took a considerable amount of seconds for Captain to fully understand just what Steve was getting at, upon which he immediately, comically lurched forth with a rising sputter of laughter, before glancing back up and towards Steve with a relatively odd combination of understandingness and humor in his gaze.

     “STEVE, STEVE, STEVE, STEVE, STEVE!” he opened up his next statement. “Buddy…listen, just because I make one little masturbation joke doesn’t mean I’m gonna be THAT cruel!”

     “Oh…okay.” Steve manages to heave out in relief. “For a second there, I actually thought you were-”

     “Yeah…yeah…maybe not cruel, per say, but what I certainly AM going to do, is something waaaaaay more interesting…”

    It was only at that moment when Steve’s previous anxiety resurged. It was also only at that moment that he finally felt the need to back away.

     Both Captain and you had taken notice of it at this point, and though Captain wasn’t really going to hold any of this against poor Steve, he did silently wish he’d leave quicker, so he could finally get going with his plans. Eventually, after his fifth backwards step, Steve at last swiveled all the way around, and, firmly striking his boots into the sand, ultimately decided to take off. Captain gave a bit of a shrug as he and you watched this go on, before finally redirecting his attention, and peering rather intently down into your miniscule gaze below.

     “Welp, I guess that just leaves you and me!” the inevitable newfound monologue started off. “Now, you might be thinking, ‘You’re going to put me in jail, aren’t you, Captain? I am a war prisoner, after all! Where else would I go?’ and you’d be correct in that assessment. Kind of. I mean, honestly, with someone as small and slippery as you, it doesn’t matter how many glass jars or other random containers we have lying around, you’re going to find some way to escape from all of them eventually! And we can’t just be constantly monitoring you, that’s completely impractical! So what is an army member to do in this situation? Well, find some place to put you where we can always know where you are, with no risk of escaping. And that’s when it dawned on me, that I know the perfect place to house such a prisoner like you! Can you guess?”

     There is a bit of an awkward pause in play, as Captain vehemently awaits your response.

     “Can you guess?”

     Somehow managing to strew together at the very least an attempt at an answer, Captain proceeds to throw his head all the way back in classic over exaggerated fashion, before finally returning it to its regular position for a response.

     “Hahahahah! Nope! Good guess, though!” he replies before promptly unscrewing the lid to the jar. 

     You give a strenuous, high-pitched yelp as his large, gloved fingers fumble about inside for a second before he finally snags up your form. Immediately going limp upon feeling the powerful digits positively enveloping your being, Captain slowly brings you all the way up to his face, whilst his formerly devious grin begins to cross all the way over into the realm of explicitly, undeniably devilish. For a moment, you find yourself unable to take in a single breath. 

     “Can you guess now? Oh, wait, that’s right! You can’t guess, because I’m holding you too tight for you to breathe! Whoops! Hmmm, maybe it would help if I were to set you down somewhere? Maybe, perhaps, HERE?” Captain keenly teases your meek and frail being before mockingly, dramatically, and overbearingly revealing onto you his gaping, slimy, monochrome maw, huffing a powerful front of air onto your body, and finally, fervently launching you inside. And when I say launch, I do mean launch. The goopy tendrils of saliva are just barely able to hold their forms together as Captain opens up his maw just as wide as his jaws could stretch, so your trajectory would be all but guaranteed, to land with a splattering plop onto his tongue.

     It had now, finally, become the case, that your previously completely incredulous brain, which up until this point had been given an absolute total of zero context clues to go off of, could finally follow the current fragments of evidence presently strewn about your reality, onto their logical conclusion, piecing together just what Captain was saying during all that blabber back there, as well as your current spacial conditions, in order to reach a definitive conclusion about just what he had been talking about when mentioning putting you in “prison”. 

     Now, within the newfound binding confines that were your instinctive flailings and screechings yelping desperately at your body to survive, you were left simply utterly incapable to conceive of such a humiliating state of affairs coming to fruition, therefore causing you to end up desperately and hysterically attempting to scramble back up onto your feet despite the slippery, slick, and wet nature of the tongue, so you may somehow manage to leap your way out of Tankman’s maw and upon the eventual landing, madly scurry across the sands, and thus consequently, all the way out  towards freedom.

      Unfortunately for you, however, just a mere second before you are able to take the bound, Tankman’s mighty jaws come crashing down around you in an echoing, vigorous snap, subsequently sealing you within his maw, as well as sealing your fate. Saliva immediately proceeds to positively drench the bottoms of your feet before the tongue begins to move. You are suddenly forced to lose balance as you instantly topple directly over onto the soft, white muscle, seemingly just in time to be wrapped up and caressed by its form as it bended and folded itself over upon you, slathering warm, sticky saliva all over your body and clothes. The tongue sensually swishes you around between the subsequently expanding pockets of the cheeks for a little while, allowing the over-ecstatic Tankman on the outside to positively revel in your taste. 

     Finally, he once again launches you all the way towards the back of the maw, though admittedly with considerably less power built up behind the initial shove, where, upon the inevitable landing, you suddenly feel your feet dangling over the open, gapping, white plummet that was Tankman’s gullet, where, presumably at any millisecond now, your momentary fate would be sealed. 

     Still not allowing yourself to give up without a mere chance at your freedom just yet, however, the mere instant you take notice of the plump, dangling uvula swaying its way above your head, you immediately grasp your hands onto the thing, and squeeze your hold in on tight, praying in desperation and the way up and out towards absolutely nothing but the utterly inanimate, abstract, ultimately powerless concept that is only known as “luck” in our minds, that somehow, someway, you were going to be saved.

     “*Pfffft*” Captain suddenly responds to this action with a scoffing, slightly disgruntled tone of voice. “Do you honestly think that pathetic little stunt is going to save you? Nah, buddy. You’re going down.   ….to my stomach.” he snarkily finishes his reply before beginning his attempts to push you on down into his throat with a forceful, gripping swallow, causing your body within the entrance to the gullet to be finally shoved down into the domain of the esophageal walls, leaving you fully at the mercy of your grip upon the uvula. 

     Captain then proceeds to take his sweet, sweet time on the matter, if only so he may savor this moment properly. He was well aware that just one more little gulp would cause enough of a downwards pulling motion to send your hands slipping off his uvula, and into the gullet below. You were indeed, in the face of your desperation, and despite your current, unrelenting gripping, completely and utterly helpless, and Captain knew that fact well. He knew that fact very well, and he wanted to savor it. He wanted to savor it properly.

     It would only be so long, however, until Captain knew it was time, as he had finally enjoyed all the moment to its capacity, and swallowed once again. Per his previous predictions, all the man on the outside would feel was a sudden slingshotting feeling as his previously stretched out uvula momentarily launched all the way back into place, as well as a powerful squeezing sensation being pushed past his gullet, all the way into his esophagus as a result.

           You, at this point inside, as you were barely physically able to resist to any significant degree within the tight, squelching confines of the throat, were constantly and consistently being shoved down towards your doom by the squeezing, slimy, white muscles constricting and contracting around you. Ultimately deciding, in an act that necessarily forces you to consciously overcome your prior instincts in utilizing the current situation’s sheer facts, that it would most likely be for the best if you were to not struggle anymore, and with an exceedingly heavy weight inside of your heart, you are slowly and incrementally therefore, able to release all the previously built-up tension in your muscles as the powerful esophageal muscles only continue your escort into the heated depths. And though it was naturally going to be mostly your own doing to this end, you were indeed forced to admit that the tightening, pulsing motions surrounding rhythmically your being, were at least helping just a little, as you feebly let forth a sigh.

     Suddenly, you begin to sense Captain's somewhat faint heartbeat picking up in its intensity as you are only shoved further into the snarky Tankman’s being. The larger man in question at this point had managed to climb back up into his tank, and was now merely lounging o’ so casually within the driver’s seat, lightly trailing a few fingers over his currently empty stomach, and simply awaiting the oncoming, imminent sensation of having you squeezed out into his stomach chamber to arrive.

     You on the inside, at this point, are able to sense the majority of the echoing gurgling and rumbling as they begin to pick up volume within your auditory field; therefore finally allowing it to settle in just what your current state was, as you made your way up to the lower esophageal sphincter. The squelching, fleshy valve proceeds to open wide as you approach it, and subsequently deliver upon your form the final push of the journey, at long, gruesome last. 

     Diving deep, directly down into the shifting, growling area that was indeed Captain’s stomach, you naturally proceed to get utterly slathered and soaked inside the sloshing, black-colored liquid as you half-tumble half-flail into the oncoming splash within the slimy mixture’s very center. Quickly resurfacing with a gag upon the sudden reality of the moment practically forcing you to shove yourself against the white stomach walls, if only to maintain your balance despite the shock, it at last begins to shudder its way deep into the crevicing valleys of your heart that there is now absolutely nothing else you can do. You are a war prisoner, and this, for the moment, is your prison.

     “Awwww, are you beginning to get disheartened in there? Well, think on the bright side! At least nobody can violate you in my stomach!” Tankman immediately taunts you with yet another trademark dirty joke as he slightly readjusts his sitting position within the drivers’ seat, and gives his stomach a few gentle pats. “And don’t worry, you’re not gonna get digested. Mostly because I’m not really sure if I wanna earn the reputation of a war criminal over this…I mean that's if it even is a war crime to execute a war criminal without a fair trial, but eh, nonetheless, at least you can be happy you’re alive. Which is more than I can say for a lot of soldiers I’ve led. …….oh, poor Bill.”

    Disheartenedly heaving forth a quivering, demoralized sigh, you at last arrive upon the understanding that if this is where you’re going to be staying for at least the rest of this war, you might as well get as comfortable as possible. You slowly and sensually nestle yourself into Tankman’s soft, shifting stomach walls for a bit as the ambient gurgles and heartbeat continue to rhythmically pulse in your ears. With the already rather dejected state your are in having caused you to considerably curl up into yourself already, and left with practically nothing else left to do now that you’re here, you slowly begin to close your eyes, thus settling in for your stay in your new, personal, fleshy “prison”, and at last drift off towards rest. “I guess it's not the worst deal in the world…” you manage to reason to yourself, upon your conscious train of thought beginning to fade. “...I’ll manage to adapt eventually. The situation’s still salvageable.”

     Sensing your sleepy complacency deep inside his growling guts, Captain gives a slight, victorious smirk. “Ah, well would you look at that! Feeling comfy already, are we? Well, I don’t blame you.” he states, though of course only to himself, as he rubs his hand over his stomach a few times. “Welp! Better get back to camp! I bet Steve’s started wondering what I’ve done with you right about now! Heh! I just can’t wait to see the look on his face when I tell him! That shit’s going to be priceless! Too bad I don’t have a camera around here. Ah well!” he says to himself as he casually inserts the key to the tank into the ignition. 

     “Alright, let’s go!” he exclaims as he promptly turns the tank on and begins rolling his way down along the wasteland soon thereafter. Now, as he was casually cruising smoothly upon the route that he would use to get back into camp, Captain casually lays his hand on his middle once more, if as merely a final thought onto your sleeping being. “Just don’t let all the war noises bother you, alright?”

****

     After a few minutes of driving, Captain is finally able to sense that you’ve fully fallen asleep. The sensation of your small body laying snugly and peacefully against his stomach walls almost felt...surprisingly satisfactory to him as he let out a small sigh.

     “Heh. I can’t help but wonder, though. Those were some pretty big claws that tiny had packin’. Why didn’t they use ‘em to escape?” Captain pondered to himself for a second before placing a finger under his chin to think further. “I mean, this is war, after all. Pretty much anything goes out here. And they could build up a decent argument that they were acting out of self-defense if anybody found out and the incident landed them in court. I dunno. Maybe they aren’t willing to take the risk. Then again though, killing me would have a significant impact on our larger army. It would carry a lot of symbolic weight with it too. That certainly would put us at a disadvantage. Wouldn’t really be smart of anyone on the other side to pass up an opportunity to deal any sort of significant blow to their ‘enemy’. Hmm.” 

     Captain proceeded to simply sit there in questioning for a few more minutes, before giving  a small chuckle.

     “Eh, maybe I’m just overthinking it. I’m sure the tiny had a perfectly valid reason to not hurt me. What that reason is, I have absolutely no idea.” There was one last moment of silence as Captain swiftly ran over what words to use next in his head before speaking. “But rest assured I’m going to find out.”

#soft vore #safe vore #vore writing #vore story #vore stories #male pred #male predador #male vore #pov vore #unwilling prey #fearplay #gt vore #g/t vore #v.ore #v/ore #v0re #v0r3 #tankmaw #monday night munchin #monday night munchin' #human pred

[kinfriday]

The Battle

There are times where I can sound like the love child of a drill sergeant and a physical trainer.

“The only easy day is yesterday!” I’ll say to myself, and others.

“It’s always too early to quit!” Another winner.

“Embrace the suck!” Are you groaning yet?

“Believe to achieve!”

I think I’ve made my point…

The problem is, as cliched and cringe as they may seem, I hold on to those like maxims. Chanting them in my mind like rosary prayers. I hold myself to high, some say impossible standards, and when I fail to meet those standards my world collapses into feelings of guilt, shame and hypocrisy.

I’d like to welcome you all to my November.

Right at the end of last month I began to have trouble with my right knee, and my morning routine began to be disrupted as I had to take days off to recover.

For most people this would be fine, but it’s always too early to quit.

grin

Pressing on, pushing myself harder than I should have I kept returning the moment it felt better which only saw me benched again one or two days later.

This was not good for me.

As that routine began to break down, other routines began to break down. Cascade failures in my habits began to occur especially with my nutrition and calorie tracking. Meanwhile I’m writing weekly blogs about the path I’m trying to forge with my ascetic aspirations.

Is this hypocrisy? Am I saying one thing and doing another as I grabbed the pretzel bag and spend hours curled up in my chair feeling miserable, eating my feelings?

It certainly feels that way. Yesterday, in my journaling, defines where I’ve been almost perfectly.

Morning: This is going to be your hardest day. Log every calorie… You can do this!

Evening: Failed again, failed utterly, but I did a little better than yesterday…At least I’ve got that going for me.

And the thing is, I’ve been trying not to fall into judgement here. I’ve been trying to look at my successes each day, of which there have been some. I’ve kept up with my writing, and my weekly fast. Meditation and journaling are going great for me as is this blog.

There’s a special joy in sharing this journey with each of you. Even entries like these that leave me feeling vulnerable and exposed have their shine. After all, if I’m going to walk this path, if I’m going to embody my principles, that means being open and honest about when I fail too.

Yet I haven’t been able to control my eating, or keep up with my running. My reading and studying has been weak as well so every success I have feels minimized.

With me it’s all or nothing… and the one thing I couldn’t understand is why this was happening. I have the conviction. I have the drive to make this work, but where’s my will?

I know what I’m capable of, I’ve seen what I’ve overcome, and for some reason I can’t put down the pretzels?

What the hell?

Then, as I’m going through all of this I have the audacity to say to anyone that I’m aspiring to an ascetic path as I embrace moments of utter decadence?

“Hypocrisy… I’m a hypocrite. That must be it. I’m half assing my path, and my life…”

Yet that’s not the truth. That’s guilt and judgement tying a blindfold around my eyes.

Last night, while talking with one of my partners, something clicked.

“Running is a way I deal with my stress. When I can’t run, I start looking for other avenues, and my oldest avenue is stress eating.”

In a moment, after a month of struggle, the veil fell and there was one of my oldest demons standing there grinning at me, and, in a flash, I understood why I was struggling so much with shame, and recrimination. Finally, I understood why this was devouring me.

Asceticism does not exist in a vacuum. It is not done for its sake alone. One might argue that asceticism without purpose is masochism. Rather, I’ve learned that by embracing hardships and rigor, I overcome some of my toughest demons. With structure I find focus that I turn towards the service of my Gods and those around me, and through that service and rigor, I find the reason and purpose of my life.

However, these elements are bricks in my foundations, and when some get removed things start falling apart. An undermined tower, no matter how strong, becomes vulnerable to a puff of wind.

Yet this is the journey. The true test of a path, and a discipline does not come when you’re at your best, but when you find yourself at your worst. It’s the resolve to try again after every failure, instead of giving up and almost every day this month, I have failed to live up to my own standards. As a result, I have woken up bitter and hateful of myself.

I have been completely miserable, but I’m not going to give up the fight.

Living your truth is not about success. Which seems strange, I know. It’s about living and embodying that truth in success and failure. It’s about the fight. I'm not always going to win, it’s not always going to go perfectly, and I will get cruelly crushed and tossed back to the starting line.

This is where the learning comes, and where the hard work begins. I know how I feel about myself. I feel the shame of every failure and know the pain of it, but what I do with it is up to me. I can beat myself down and make it worse, or I can hold on to my anchor points and struggle with it, battle with it.

One way leads to true defeat, the other leads to growth, preparing me for the next challenge.

It’s not about success, it’s not about failure, it’s about learning new lessons, with the new eyes I’ve gained from my struggle as I come to places both familiar and new on my journey.

As the saying goes, the struggle is the way.

-Sister Snow Hare

#heathen #heathenry #heathen asceticism #otherkin #therian #ascetic #asatru #troth #The way of the Hare #neopaganism #germanic paganism #stoicism #embrace the suck #embrace the cringe #discipline #do the hard thing #ask me anything #hypocrisy #failure #effort #self esteem #tw self worth #growth #resilience

[timemind]

[ESPIRIT DE CORPS] — He is a sergeant. That's what you're feeling. He isn't sure what you are, though.

#timeart #disco elysium #original #im in it deep lads im in it deep #me #sergeant maxim

[cienie-isengardu]

My RepCom Musing: Kal’s drinking habit [HC]

The Hard Contact was our first introduction to Kal Skirata. Understable, we knew him then only by what Fi, Darman and Niner recalled from memory, either in time of need (battle-related advices) or to comfort themselves as all of them missed their training sergeant. However in the same book, every mentioned commando also recalled Kal’s drinking habit, as one of the most characteristic traits of said man.

And so we have Niner and Fi:

    "They spend so much time and trouble making us perfect and then they don't give us what we need to do the job. You remember what Sergeant Kal used to say?"

    "He used to swear a lot, I remember that."

    "No, he used to get upset when he'd had a few drinks and say that he could make us better soldiers if we had time to go out and live. Data-rich, experience-poor. That's what he used to say."

    "He used to slur the words quite a bit, too. And he didn't like clones."

    "That was all bluster. And you know it."

  And soon after that Niner’s personal thought:

Once he signed up with the Kaminoans, he said, they never let him go home again. But he'd told Niner that he didn't want to. He couldn't leave his boys now, not since he knew. "Brief," he'd say, gesturing with a glass of colorless alcohol, "is never glorious."

    Niner was determined to work out what Kal Skirata had come to understand, and why it upset him so much.

And Darman:

"And what about you? What happens if I send you or Fi or any of you into a situation where you're going to die?"

    She was genuinely upset. He could see it in her face, and in the way she held one thin, scratched, bony hand clenched tightly into a fist. He stood up as well, walking after her as she headed for the edge of the coppice.

    "We were all made for this," Darman said. It was true, wasn't it? He wouldn't exist at all if it hadn't been that someone needed soldiers, utterly reliable soldiers. But it didn't feel that way right then. Her reaction told him he was wrong, and suddenly he saw Kal Skirata, in tears, a drink in his hand. You poor boys. What sort of life is this?

Interestingly, even Atin, who has never been trained by Skirata and knew the man mainly from stories of other commandos (and maybe own sergeant?) also recalled him to be drunk:

    "What do you prefer," Niner asked. "Dry rats, dry rats, or maybe dry rats?"

    "Let's go with the dry rats for a change." Yes, Atin was definitely feeling better, and not just physically. "Who used to say that, then?"

    "Uh?"

    "The dry rations thing."

    "Oh. Skirata. Our old instructor sergeant."

    Atin took a bite out of the white cube and washed it down with a gulp of water from his bottle. "He never trained us. Heard a lot about him."

    "Trained Fi and Darman, too. Our squads were all in the same battalion."

    "We had Walon Vau."

    "That explains where you get your cheery outlook."

    "Sergeant Vau taught us the importance of planning for the worst scenario," Atin said, all loyalty. "And maximizing your tech. Being hard is good, being hard with superior tech is better."

    "I'll bet."

    "I'd heard everyone loved Skirata, though. Even if he was a bad-tempered drunk."

    And because Kal’s drinking habit was literally repeated by every commando including Atin, I’m a bit concerned here. Presumably, all the mentioned scenes with Kal happened in his free time, but no commando (paragraph) outright said Skirata drinked only off-duty. And even if he did, it does not exactly mean that the next day he was already sober (he could feel like that, but blood alcohol content does not disappear just like that.  All depends on how much and what he drank and how much time passed between the last drink and the first training with clones was beginning). At the same time, it is truly sad to see how training clones  burdened Kal and how emotionally unwell he was. Yes, he was always sentimental and acting on emotions but it is clear he did not copy well with the situation (even less, after killing his trainee during live ammo exercise). Kamino definitely destroyed him in a way events from previous life did not.

#star wars #kal skirata #kal's alcohol problems? #niner #atin #darman #fi #(Also seems like Kal is emotional drunk which probably explain why Vau knows so much about his past and class war rhetorics) #kal skirata critically #just to be safe #because i don't think this falls into the category #like yes him being drunk so often is not the best copy mechanism #but this just shows how unwell everyone was on kamino #galidraan and losing family and traumatic childhood did not break kal so much as the white city of kamino #full of little kids he trained to be soldiers and dying for republic (the customer) #also i feel sorry for darman niner and fi #who saw their only parental figure in such state #crying and all #not knowing why #and probably being confused as hell

[scorsesedepalmafan]

Alfred Molina characters I write for

I wanted to make a list of Alfred Molina characters I write for (for the moment) since I didn’t really do one and there was some previous confusion.

I’m currently looking for more requests since I’m running out.

MALE/GENDER NEUTRAL/TRANS/ENBY/FEMDOM/butch!FEM readers (SFW & NSFW - no multi-chapter fics)

In chronological order , *for gn and male reader/trans male reader only ** for male reader/trans male reader only.

(sorry for how long this is lol, just want to be clear I’ll write for all of these)

Link back to my masterlist x  , rules here x

(1981 - Raiders of the Lost Ark) - Satipo

(1985 - Letter to Brezhnev) - Sergei

(1985 - Ladyhawke) - Cezar

(1987 - Prick Up Your Ears) - Kenneth Halliwell** (yes, but please read borlpcd )

(1991 - Screen One: Hancock) - Tony Hancock

(1991 - American Friends) - Oliver Syme

(1993 - When Pigs Fly) - Marty

(1995 - Species) - Dr. Stephen Arden

(1995 - The Steal) - Cliff

(1995 - Hideaway) - Dr. Jonas Nyebern

(1995 - Nervous Energy) - Ira Moss**

(1996 - Mojave Moon) - Sal

(1997 - Anna Karenina) - Konstantin Dmitrievich Levin

(1997 - Boogie Nights) - Rahad Jackson*

(1997 - A Further Gesture) - Tulio* (desperately want to write for him but I haven’t found the movie anywhere :( )

(1997 - The Man Who Knew Too Little) - Boris “The Butcher” Blavasky*

(1998 - The Impostors) - Sir Jeremy Burtom*

(1999 - Dudley Do-Right) - Snidely K. 'Whip' Whiplash

(2000 - Chocolat) - Comte De Reynaud

(2001 - Texas Rangers) - John King Fisher*

(2002 - Frida) - Diego Rivera (AU) will post about this tomorrow*

(2002 - Undertaking Betty/Plots with a View) - Boris Plots

(2004 - Spider-Man 2) - Dr. Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus

(2006 - Orchids) - Cliff

(2007 - The Moon and the Stars) - Davide Rieti**

(2007 - The Little Traitor) - Sergeant Stephen Dunlop*

(2008 - Nothing Like The Holidays) - Edy Rodriguez

(2009 - An Education) - Jack Mellor

(2009 - The Pink Panther 2) - Randall Pepperidge**

(2010 - Prince of Persia: Sands of Time) - Sheik Amar

(2010 - The Sorcerer’s Apprentice) - Maxim Horvath

(2011 - Abduction) - Frank Burton

(2012 - The Forger) - Everly Campbell**

(2012 - Loving Miss Hatto) - Barrie/William Barrington-Coupe

(2014 - Love is Strange) - George Garea**

(2014 - Swelter) - Doc**

(2020 - Promising Young Woman) - Jordan Green*

(2020 - The Water Man) - Jim Bussey*

(2021 - Spiderman: No Way Home) - goes without saying

I haven’t seen the new Cowboy show but I’ll do him too pretty sure (poor choice of words)

#alfred molina #doc ock #this is so long #lol #granted I want to write for a few more but I'm just not familiar enough with the characters #character list #please send requests <3 #I have to write another one for his shows so there'll be another one - this was just very exhausting given his filmography

[quote-tournament]

Have you read The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries? I cannot recommend it highly enough as a gold mine for quotes both hilarious and insightful. As a taster, my personal favorite is probably "a sergeant in motion outranks a lieutenant who doesn't know what's going on." Followed immediately by "a demolitions expert at a dead run outranks everybody."

I have to say that I haven't read this one, I added it to my to be read list, thank you very much for the recommendation!

Also those little ✨hors-d'œuvres✨ are definitely going straight to the honourable mentions

#honorable mentions

[ssarkosghost]

Nuts and Dolts Week DAY 1 - Beacon Dance

Alright first attempt at doing a ship week, set up by the wonderful @nuts-and-dolts-week. Hope you’ll enjoy😁

Ruby was new to this whole dance thing. She never attended any of the dances held at Signal Academy. Nor had she joined Yang and her friends on their late-night parties. She was always more at home within her workshop or on the firing range with Crescent Rose. So, the question was what made this occasion differently.

Well partially because it seemed like the rest of Beacon’s facilities had been closed for the event. Most of her normal places to avoid social activity were now locked to her. The other part was genuine curiosity, after all watching Weiss, Yang and even Blake talk about this party, peaked her mind on what could go down. Of course, she was not ready when her team suddenly went its various ways. Thus, she was stuck behind the food table unsure what to do now.

At least she had two drinks to sip from. She smirked as she took another drink from Jaune’s punch, she still hadn’t forgotten when he snagged the last cookie two days ago. Still, his departure had left her as the lone socially awkward kid not doing anything—

“SALUTATIONS RUBY!!” a loud voice erupted behind her.

“AAH!! Penny!” Ruby shrieked as she jumped at her friend’s voice, drawing more than a few gazes toward the pair.

“Heh, sorry but you were looking glum,” Penny giggled, “and wanted to see if you were, okay?”

“Eh just a bit bored, but I’m fine, thanks for asking though,” Ruby answered her friend’s question, and it was true. Sure, it was boring but it’s not like she had embarrassed herself by doing something stupid. Penny however continued to stare at her friend’s face. Her eyes, some of the most advanced cameras Atlas had ever produced, picked up on the slight movements. The subtle avoidance of her eyes, the small crease in her smile, and most telling of all the sigh that barely escaped Ruby’s lips. Her friend was not well. Penny quickly ran through her options.

She could always press on, and see if persistence would gain her access. She shelved that quickly though, it might be a private issue and this was not the venue to discuss such things. Simply going along with Ruby’s request was a better option, possibly the safest one as well. After all, it was what Ruby had requested. Something however felt wrong about just letting her friend just stand there. It was a party and people were supposed to be happy at a party, something her father had told her on her second birthday. Quickly she searched her memory, before quickly pinging the CCTS for additional information. Oh yes, she knew what she was going to do.

Ruby meanwhile was starting to get nervous. Penny had gone quiet for a bit too long, and the two soldiers that shadowed her seemed to be eying her specifically. She knew that Penny had covered for her in the alley, but the fact that she knew Penny’s true origin—

“Ruby,” Penny suddenly said as she stepped closer to Ruby, her eyes staring straight into Ruby’s. “Would you like to dance?” she asked, her eyes practically glowing with excitement.

“Ah, well…I would but these drinks—”

“Sergeant Pepper!” Penny immediately called, and the solider with the red highlights on their armor quickly stepped forward.

“Ma’am?”

“Can you please hold my friend’s drinks for us please,” Penny asked, widening her lens to maximize her persuasion. She had learned this trick from the numerous cartoons her father had shown her early on. Sgt. Pepper, a regular guard of hers, knew what she was doing. With a sigh, they reached out both hands.

“Oh, um…thank you,” Ruby mumbled as now she found herself without another reason to not get on the dance floor. Still was just Penny so it shouldn’t end too terribly, right? So, she decided to roll with it. “The right is my friend JaunAAH!” Ruby barely had a second after she transferred the drinks when Penny grabbed her wrist and twirled her onto the dance floor. Panic quickly set in as her balance teetered on the edges of her blasted heels. However, Penny had yet to release her grip on her, steadying the crimsonette against the pull of gravity.

“Don’t worry Ruby, I’ve got you,” Penny declared with absolute confidence as she took the lead position for the dance.

“Wha, what!” Ruby stuttered as she just started to stabilize herself. She didn’t know what was next, and already one of her hands was captured Penny’s. “Ah Penny wait—” she tried to buy herself time but it was too late. Penny alright had the two moving to the music, her brain already calculating their next move, determining hazards, and rewatching the numerous tutorials on how to dance. Ruby, who of course did not have her brain enhanced by a supercomputer, was solely focused on not falling over. Thus, the pair swirled to the music as a spliced blur of coordination and disorder. Yet for all the movement between the two, Penny managed to keep the pace steady. Speeding up when Ruby got a rhythm going and slowing down when her heels betrayed her.

“Sorry about your feet,” Ruby apologized as she felt her heels spike Penny’s foot again. It wasn’t the first time in this dance she had apologized, but so far Penny had only hummed in response.

“Ruby,” said girl’s voice finally came, as Penny led them through another twist. “You do not need to apologize,”

“But I—”

“Ruby!” and Penny pulled her in close, “my feet are metal too,”

“Ooooh,” Ruby voiced as Penny’s indifference toward being stepped on became clear.

“Besides you’re a very fast learner,” Penny continued as the two began to speed up their movements again. Ruby ducked her head away in embarrassment. Penny’s unabashed compliment was almost too much for her.

“Eh well I just have a great partner right now,” she shot back as suddenly the situation begins to hit her. She was having fun dancing. Sure, it wasn’t anywhere close to the elegance that Weiss would display, nor the unnatural grace of Blake, or even as bombastic as her sister’s moves. It was however hers and it was a moment that she would cherish and remember.

But that was for later, and now she was more focused on the moment. For a time, she and Penny spun around. A giggling display of red and green that slowly gained more and more speed. At the moment the two simply let go of the world. Ruby couldn’t stop smiling as she just let her body flow with the music and the direction Penny lead them. Penny herself was recording this moment, her core warming in an unregistered way.  Ruby’s smile and laughter just seemed important to catch in her memory. Time seemed to disappear for her, in this joyful moment with her first friend.

A moment neither would forget for the rest of their lives.

#NNDWeek2022 #RWBY #Nuts-and-Dolts #Ruby-Rose #Penny-Polendina