#stupid cowboy tricks

[ravynfyre]

So, story time, chilluns.

Helmets will save your life. I don't care what you are doing, if the safety gear includes a helmet, FUCKING WEAR ONE. I mean, things like being a motorcycle cop or a construction worker are pretty simple. It's part of the uniform. You don't use the helmet? You don't get to work.

But let's talk about other things. Like skateboarding. Or bike riding. Or *riding a fucking horse*. Rock climbing. Motorcycling period. Or *riding a fucking horse*.

I do not give one fucking shit if it is "not cool". Wear the fucking helmet.

This past ten days, I was away at a camp in the bowels of hell in the midwest, literally sleeping in a tent and riding equines all day. Rather, I *should* have been riding equines all day... But on day 2 of this 10 day trip, the mule I was riding (not mine, but a reliable mule borrowed from a friend) tripped while trying to climb out of an 18 inch deep creek. She went down to both front knees, then began to scramble to get her feet back under herself, and somewhere in that scramble, around about 3 seconds in, and 30 feet of rodeo bullshit, I came off her back.

I hit the ground *hard*. My entire right side, starting with my bad shoulder, then rolling to my *head*, and then my hip and knee slammed into the earth. Granted, it was only a fall from roughly six feet in the air, but it was at speed with velocity, and I have mass. I am not kidding when I say I hit *hard*. I genuinely was not certain if I had died for a few seconds, and that was fucking scary. And then for another *minute*, I had to try and remember hot to breathe again.

See, I'm not sure if I have ever come right out and explained this here before, but I *used* to be a firefighter. I did the job for 12 years, and was set to do another 12 years before I retired. But while on duty one day, I was injured severely enough that I could no longer safely do the job anymore, and that was all she wrote. Severe nerve damage to my cervical spine, right shoulder, right elbow, and all the way down into my right wrist and hand. (Yes, I am right handed. I used to draw and sketch and paint and carve, and losing the dexterity I lost really. fucking. *sucked*.)

Hitting the ground in the ass end of literally nowhere, I landed on that shoulder *first*. I didn't break anything, but I feel pretty confident in saying that I at least partially dislocated it. I sprained or tore muscles in my hip, and I am honestly not sure what all I did to my knee.

The one part I'm not worried about, however, is my head. Because, yes, I hit my head just as hard as I hit my shoulder. (pretty sure I bounced off a tree or two while I was still in the saddle, too. at least, that's what the bruises and scrapes seem to indicate. I honestly do not remember.) See, I was wearing a helmet. A dorky, english style, ugly, stupid looking riding helmet, instead of my usual baseball cap with my "Queer and Angry" pin on it, or my crushed up cowboy hat with the rainbow ribbons as a hatband. It was honestly the first time I had ever worn a *helmet* while riding, even though I had bought one a couple years ago. They're stupid looking. It's not *cowboy*. I'd look like an idiot... or a coward.

But the person I was riding with wore theirs (although, unfairly, their helmet actually looked like a cowboy hat, so I was feeling all sorts of put out about that) but since they wore theirs, I sucked it up and decided that this wasn't MY mule, and, what the fuck. who would even see me out in the ass end of nowhere wearing a brain bucket anyway? I wore the damn helmet.

The helmet that I now have to replace, because it took that hard of a hit that I would not consider it safe to count on, really, anymore. The helmet that probably saved me from a massive concussion last week. Maybe worse.

All I know is that when that bitch of a mule came trotting back after a couple minutes, I was able to slowly climb back into the saddle and ride my way out of a place where there was literally *nowhere* emergency services could have landed or driven to retrieve me. It took another 30 minutes of riding to even GET to a place that would have been accessible to anyone NOT on horseback. I was able to climb on, hold on, and ride out safely, if in excruciating amounts of pain, because that helmet saved my life. If the mule hadn't returned, if I hadn't decided that fashion wasn't as important as safety for the first fucking time... at the very least, they would have had to send a literal horseback posse into the backwoods of a river valley in a national forest, with no access for even so much as a four wheeler, and *hope* that I hadn't hurt myself enough that I would bleed out in my head during the HOURS LONG ORDEAL retrieving me would have been.

You know, AFTER my friend would have had to leave me there and ride for help, since there was also literally NO phone coverage either.

So, here I am today, everything along the right side of my body is stiff as shit and feels like it's been through a meat grinder. I haven't had more than two consecutive hours of sleep (maximum of four a night) in a week because of pain, but I am here to tell you all:

Wear. The fucking. Helmet.

#stupid firefighter tricks #stupid cowboy tricks #good mule #wear the damn helmet #backwoods emergency #yeeeeehaw!

[angelbambisworld]

I think it's the cowboy hat that does it for me. Goddamn sexy radio dj cowboy Gene!

#kiss #kiss band #gene simmons #kissblr #kiss army #pookie bear #celebrity crush #rock and roll #god i want him so bad #just quirky things #rock n roll #80s rock #trick or treat(1986) #yeehaw #sexy cowboy #stupid sexy gene #80s horror #80s movies #80s

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Twenty minutes later, Solace hurries out of his cabin in cowboy boots.

And jeans.

Nico gapes at him.

“Go go go go go, questions later,” Will hisses, herding him behind the Apollo cabin. “We are on a time limit, we gotta —”

“You’re wearing close-toed shoes.”

“Yes, yes, sometimes I wear the clothes that I own. Wild. Let’s go.” Will tugs, uselessly, on his arm, but Nico’s half-certain his jaw has taken root in the ground, cementing him in place, because what the actual shit.

“Solace, you wore flip-flops to the snow-smothered bus stop in January. I thought you had, like, a condition!”

“I do have a condition. It’s called You Are Not Hurrying, Death Breath, let’s go —”

This time when he pulls, Nico stumbles after him, ducking under windowsills and inching around flower gardens. Every time someone so much as looks in their direction, Will plants both hands on his chest and shoves them into a corner somewhere, craning his neck to watch until they move on. Every time he does, another piece of Nico’s soul breaks away from his body and descends into hell. There is an actual trail of bones and tilled earth and dead grass behind him. Will doesn’t need to worry about being stealthy — the death aura of Nico’s dignity is large enough to scare off anything within a four mile radius.

“In here!”

Undeterred by the death aura, for some reason, Will seizes his bicep and shoves him in a crack between the Hypnos and Dionysus cabins. He slips in a millisecond later, crowding him against the warm bricks, forearm pressed awkwardly next to Nico’s head.

“Hnggh,” Nico gasps, mournfully wishing his last sliver of self-respect goodbye. Rest in fucking peace. “Do you have to be so — close, Will, gods —”

“Shhh!”

“If you shush me again I am going to rip your throat out —”

“Go, go, go!”

Yanked forward again, Nico doesn’t have the time to finish his threat. This time, at least, they sprint the final stretch to the shed without any more hiding and shoving.

Thank all the fucking gods. One more second of Will’s stupid torso — since fucking when does he wear polo shirts, huh, what the shit fuck is up with that — pressed against his and Nico’s bronchitis was going to come back. And this time he’s going to succumb to it.

“Okay,” Will says. He stands in front of a tarp-covered lump, gripping one side and jutting his chin out at the other. “On three, we tear this off and start pushing. We need past Thalia’s tree in under thirty seconds. Got it?”

“No,” Nico says stubbornly, “you still haven’t explained what the rush is —”

“One two three go!”

Will, unfortunately, has been tricking ADHD teenagers into doing things they don’t want to do for years, so Nico’s ripping off the tarp and shoving the chariot out of its stall faster than he can register what he’s doing. He practically sprints to keep up with Will, chariot wheels creaking happily as they rush over stones and sticks and forgotten weapons.

“We’re leaving now, Chiron! Bye!” Will hollers, moving too fast to give him a second to respond. Luckily, Chiron is similarly busy, galloping after a speeding Harley without more than a backwards wave and a sharp don’t die, please!

“That dynamite I gave Harley’ll only keep everyone distracted another thirty seconds,” Will mutters, ignoring Nico’s alarmed the fucking what you gave Harley, “so we need to move, let’s go.”

“Will — slow down a half fucking second, Christ, not everyone is seventy percent leg — we don’t even have pegasi!”

“Will you keep it down.” Will looks back and forth, eyes wide, like he’s worried someone is going to pop up with a pack of the winged animals. “Just — stop asking questions! We’re almost home free!”

“You’ve gone insane. It’s finally, actually happened, after all these years, who woulda thought, fully bonkers at age sixteen —”

“Oh, shut up.”

Muttering his complaints, Nico helps him push the infernal chariot down Half-Blood Hill. Among his grievances, he makes it abundantly clear that 1) this is stupid, 2) he did not agree to physical labour, 3) he would not have agreed to come if he had known about the physical labour, and 4) this is stupid.

“Just a few more yards, then we can —”

“Okay, no, that’s it.” Nico lets go of the chariot, letting the wheel dig into the soft ground and send the whole thing halting. He meets Will’s pout head-on; arms crossed, jaw set, foot tapping, refusing to give into those big blue eyes.

“C’mon, Neeks.” A faint explosion sounds off in the distance. Will’s eyes get more pleading, more hopeful. “We won’t have much time after the diversion wears off…”

“You have three seconds before I turn the hell around, Solace.”

“Please?”

“One.”

He pushes uselessly at the chariot. It spins a sad little circle without someone pushing the other side. “Neeks!”

“Two.”

“Alright, fine! Help me push again and I’ll explain on the way down.”

“Much easier when you just do as I say,” Nico grumbles, starting to push the stupid (horseless and therefore useless) chariot again. “Isn’t it?”

Will, predictably, rolls his eyes, although he can’t quite help the smile that pulls at his lips. Nico tells the butterflies that go buck fucking wild in his stomach to go to hell. This does nothing.

“How much do you know about the chariot?” Will asks eventually, after a couple minutes of shoving the stupid thing past a deep trench in the soil, leftover from the war. (Nico is going to set the fucking thing on fire. It’s a flying chariot — shouldn’t it be lightweight? Why is he suffering?) They’re nearly three quarters down the hill, and it takes everything Nico has not to risk it all and shadow travel the last couple dozen feet. Yeah, it might kill him, but then his problem would immediately go away. Tempting does not begin to cover it.

“Uh, big source of drama, right? Apollo and Ares worked together to seize it, argued over who got to keep it?”

He cuts a careful glance over to Will, well aware it’s a sensitive topic. He knows the question isn’t a trap — Will would never do that to him — but it’s probably best to tread lightly. As far as he’s concerned, this is a sore point that’ll take more than a couple years to heal.

Luckily, there’s no tension to Will’s face. “Mhm. I wasn’t there for much of the planning, ‘cause I was busy in the infirmary and also, like, twelve, but it took a lot of time on both sides. When Michael and everyone seized it, though, it glowed gold.”

“…Ah.”

Will snorts at his awkwardness, nudging his shoulder. “Yeah. Sure made it hard for the Ares cabin to claim, as dicey as it may be. Here, help me park it on the side of the road.”

There’s a thatch of weeds and undergrowth separating the road from the base of the hill, so dragging the chariot over is a struggle and a half. Nico can’t help but think that this task would be very easy if the chariot was harnessed to a couple pegasi and flying over the fucking thatch, as it is meant to do. When he voices this very valid thought, Will does not respond.

He does walk into a thistle, though, so Nico feels considerably better about the whole ordeal.

“The thing about the blessing —” Will grunts, yanking the chariot onto the gravel shoulder with one final tug — “is that it’s not that big of a deal. My dad blesses shit all the time. Our cabin is blessed. The infirmary is blessed. Hell, half my scalpels are blessed, and I throw those things out all the time ‘cause they’re dangerous when they get dull. Just because my dad blessed it doesn’t mean we actually have to keep it.”

“Okay…” Nico says slowly, “then why was it such a big deal?”

“The blessing on its own wasn’t.” Will’s voice gets fainter as he lowers himself onto the pavement, dragging himself under the belly of the chariot. Nico is confused for a full three seconds before a particularly rough patch of asphalt snags Will’s shirt and drags, and wow, are those jeans low rise. His throat is suddenly very dry. “Blessing a chariot on the other hand…”

Will makes a dorky little noise of success, crawling back from under the chariot. When he resurfaces, he’s grinning, carved piece of wood the same material as the chariot clenched in his hand. There’s soot smeared across his left cheek, his curls have tangled themselves into more of a mess than usual, and there are three separate scuff marks on his nice jeans.

Nico ducks his head, hiding a smile. What a dorky loser. Even dressed up as he is (boy, has Nico fallen low, if he’s calling jeans and cowboy boots dressed up), he still manages to look like…Will.

A really, really hot version of Will, but. Whatever. Details.

“The hell is that?”

“This,” Will says grandly, feeling around the wall of the chariot until he finds a specific spot, “is the reason my brother gave a fuck about a dumbass chariot.” He sticks the edge of the wooden tool in a tiny groove, wedging it open to reveal a hidden panel and a small, golden button. Nico meets Will’s grin with raised eyebrows, impressed.

“What do you know about Michael?”

“Uh, not too much.”

“You think he, in any reality, would have had that much interest in a hunk of wood?”

Nico had scarcely met him more than a couple times, but Michael Yew made an impression, that was for sure. For someone who was shorter than Nico when he was ten years old, he sure took up a lot of space. In the few times Nico remembers seeing him, he’d been concerned with his bow, his camera, or showing any given person who so much as blinked at him wrong just how quickly he could turn their ass concave. If Nico is correct, actually, the one time he and a pegasus had been in the same vicinity, they’d hissed at each other. Nico didn’t even know pegasi could hiss.

He tries to find a delicate way to say this.

“He seemed more interested in other endeavours,” he says politely.

Will laughs loudly. “He would rather shove an arrow in his eye than race a chariot!” His bright smile is impossible not to match, and Nico is relieved to find him totally comfortable, relaxed; hell, even excited. Usually, any talk of his siblings, even fond, makes him quiet. He’s glad for this change, however unusual. “Man, I loved my brother more than anything, but he was the most ornery motherfucker I’ve ever met in my life. He taught me every swear in every language by the time I was nine, just because he knew it would drive Lee batty. He didn’t care about some spoil of war.”

He smirks, wide and devilish, and Nico’s knees go weak. Dimples like that should be illegal.

“He was smart, though. And he figured, if dad’s blessing made this chariot anything like his own…”

He reaches out and presses the golden button with his thumb, letting go and standing back once he registers a faint click. After a couple seconds, the chariot begins to glow, soft at first, then brighter, then Nico has to squeeze his eyes shut to avoid the stinging burn, and then when he opens them, it —

He gapes. Will grins.

Where the chariot used to be, is now a shiny, brand-new, black and yellow motorbike, two helmets gleaming on the sparkling leather seat.

“…Then it might be a little more than some lousy chariot.”

Without waiting for Nico to pick his jaw off the floor, Will rushes forward. He tosses one of the helmets to Nico — which he barely manages to catch, still working on processing what the fuck just happened — and tucks the other under his arm. Nico happens to notice how his biceps flex with the action, and then vows to have his father bankrupt the entire polo shirt industry, because he can never be caught lacking like this by any mortal soul. It’s humiliating.

There’s a click as Will unlatches the seat, lifting it up to access the compartment under it. He pulls out a bundle mass of black fabric, and with a flick of his shoulders reveals it to be a fucking leather jacket and oh, gods, Nico takes back the polo shirt complaints, he can live with the polo shirt. This is too much. This is —

“Any time you’re done ogling at me, you can climb on,” Will calls out. He doesn’t even have the good grace to look in Nico’s direction, instead sliding on the seat facing resolutely forward, amused smirk on his face. And because he wants Nico to die, actually, he straightens his jacket, making sure it fits his shoulders right (by the gods does it ever) brushes his hair backwards (there is no genuine reason for someone’s hair to actually shine in the sunlight) and slides his helmet on. When he finally does look back in Nico’s direction, through his raised visor, the combined sight of his sparkling blue eyes and the cut of his face under the angular helmet actually gives him tachycardia.

“I hate you,” Nico croaks. “Not joking.”

Will throws his head back and laughs, baring his long, tanned throat. Nico follows the bob of his adam’s apple like Tantalus does the forbidden fruit. It’s horrible, and what’s worse is that Will is visibly preening like the fuckin’ peacock he is. Someone should remind him he’s basically a dressed up turkey. Or something. Nico’s brain is operating at twenty percent capacity, his ability to metaphor properly is a secondary concern.

“Just get over here, you goober. We’re on a time limit, remember?”

Shoving his helmet on to hide his flaming face, Nico does, sliding on with a healthy four inches of space between them.

“Mm, not gonna work, ParaNorman. This thing’s enchanted, we’ll be going well over a hundred. Hold on properly.”

Praying to seven different gods for strength, at once, Nico scooches the agonizing few inches closer.

“Hands around waist, Death Boy.”

“I’m fucking — I’m getting there, you asshole, gimme a goddamn second.”

“Do you need help?”

“I need you to shut the fuck up so I can focus.”

Maybe it’s the healer in him, or maybe there actually is a god looking out for Nico and they decide to have mercy. Maybe it’s a third option. Either way, Will reaches back and wraps his callused hands around Nico’s wrist, tugging them gently forward and resting them on the narrow curve of his hips. Nico holds them there, along with his breath, until some of the panicky tension starts to loosen in his chest, and he relaxes forward, resting his chest against Will’s back.

“There,” he says quietly, humming with approval when Nico’s arms link properly around his waist. He squeezes his clasped wrists once — a silent you good? — and waits for Nico’s minute nod, face buried in the back of Will’s neck, before starting up the engine, revving it twice before leaning forward, body flush to the bike. Nico can practically feel his grin, it’s so clear in his mind’s eye, in the delight thrumming through Will’s entire body, that he can’t help his own smile, too, can’t help but feel the thrum of the machine, the sharp smell in the air. He tightens his hold and Will lets out a loud, whooping laugh.

“Let’s ride, baby!”

With a push off the ground and a twist of a thrusters, they’re off, leaving behind only the echo of the roaring engine and the joyful, startled sound of Nico’s shriek.

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#ALMOST DONE I SWEAR IM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS A THREE PARTER #but nico is just so fckn. dramatic all the time. it takes time to write #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #nico/will #will/nico #solangelo #pre solangelo #pining nico di angelo #down bad nico di angelo #whipped nico di angelo #pjo hoo toa #bad flirting #idk how to tag ‘will is a cool bamf hottie’ but #it was his turn to be a biker i think #longpost #my writing

[creedslove]

*ABOUT JOEL*

I know Halloween is gone, BUT... I only can think about:

Stablished relationship

Trick or treat, Joel father of Sarah and adoptive dad of Ellie (reader and Joel adopted her)

Joel goes as cowboy

Reader as cheerleader

After trick or treat, party at Maria and Tommy's

Some stupid dude dressed as quarterback hits on reader and Joel tries to interfere but Tommy doesn't let him be violent

As it happens, reader says that's she's married and leaves the dude without believing and goes to kiss Joel in a VERY sexy way

Reader and Joel get REALLY worked up and go have a quicky in the bathroom and the guy listens to it by coincidence, and when he sees reader and Joel leaving, says to Tommy: "I wish I was that guy"

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I fucking love your mind ❤️

• the girls had been driving Joel mad through the whole week, they couldn't even wait for Halloween, the small but happy Miller household was completely overwhelmed by talks of costumes, trick or treating and Halloween adventures

• the girl weren't little kids anymore, you and Joel knew there were only a couple of years left before they would gladly exchange an evening with the family for some lame teen Halloween party and god forbid sexy costumes

• Joel suffered from severe anxiety just to imagine his precious girls leaving home in revealing clothes, after all, he was a man who suffered from anticipation

• so in the end, as much as you all were tired of all the chat about that one specific thing, you were also happy they were so into trick or treating

• which went great, and as soon as they were tucked in bed - pretending to sleep to pig out on all the candy they got, while you and Joel pretended not to know so you could go out - you both got ready for Tommy's party

• Joel isn't a costume man, but he saw you in your cheerleader costume, that man was at a loss of words, if it were up to him, he would take you right then and there, not allowing you to leave the room

• but you reminded him the girls were home, and you wouldn't be able to make a lot of noise, so you promised Joel you could both go to your old apartment, the one you lived in before moving in; it was empty and it had a bed, enough for what Joel wanted to do with you

• and at that promise Joel agreed to dress up, so the best you two could put up, was a cowboy, which did not disappoint, Joel looked so fucking good

• and that man desired you all the time, you could see the lust in his eyes, loving how much he wanted you throughout the party, whenever you glanced at Joel, he was eating you up in his mind

• things were fun until some random guy dressed as a quarterback approached you; he immediately began making jokes about Halloween couple costumes and how you and him should be a couple, which made you roll your eyes at him

• you dressed like that for Joel and Joel only, knowing you would have that exact effect you did on him, but any other unwanted attention you made yourself clear about not wanting it at all

• but the guy was insisting and Joel spotted a man getting all cozy towards his girl, he felt his blood boiling and the moment he tried walking towards you both, Tommy held his brother's arm and asked him not to make a scene

• Joel grunted annoyed, he didn't like that scene at all, but was so surprised to see you swaying your hips and walking towards him once more, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and giving Joel a deep kiss

• your man couldn't resist you, he had been trying to hold himself back so bad during the night, but it was tough, it was so fucking tough. All he did was wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him, kissing you as deeply and intently as he could, his grip was tight around you

• he dragged you to the bathroom and locked the door, being unable to wait for your time alone and making you scream and moan for him, as much as he tried to muffle your sounds

• outside, the quarterback stared at Tommy who embarrassedly shrugged, not knowing how to explain what was going on

• you and Joel exited the bathroom all red and flushed, both of you chuckling and giggling and you couldn't wait to get out of there and spent the rest of the night with your man

____

(to me that's Joel Miller dressed as a cowboy and no one can convince me otherwise)

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal headcanon #pedro pascal headcanons #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller headcanon #joel miller headcanons

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

I feel like cowboy has a background in crisis management or hostage negotiations, he’d be Quantico’s finest silver tongue. But maybe when he first arrived on the BAU team hotch seemed to doubt his abilities and wouldn’t give him the chance to prove he’s more than just a sharp shooter - maybe bc Strauss really pushed to have him put into the team in the first place so hotch is keeping cowboy at arms length

- 🦕

I'm aware this is slightly very unrealistic but ya know, it's fiction. I picture Jackson as a scared kid with a bad past

Also I didn't mean to post it so yeah hopefully it's okay lmao

Directly followed from this.

Warnings: guns, hostage negotiations, untrusting team

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"Let me do this." You and the team had managed to track down the kid who was doing this, when the police had surrounded the diner, he had felt trapped and pulled out a weapon. You wanted to be the one who negotiated with him, who talked him down. You could relate to him.

All of this stemmed from a scared kid who had no one left. He was left to deal with everything on his own, left to deal with the death of his father, abandoned by the system with no justice, so he took it into his own hands.

"Why should I let you do this when I have Rossi here?"

"Because I understand the kid." You answer, "And I was damn good at my job which is why Strauss recommended me for the position,"

Hotch stares at you for a moment and you stare back, you weren't going to let him intimidate you. Or even think that he can intimidate you. He nods slightly and you turn to the phone.

"Jackson? You there?"

"I'm here."

"I'm Agent (L/N)," You introduced, "You can call me (Y/N). I'm here to make sure everything gets sorted out,"

"You don't care. They don't fucking care!" Jackson yells, "No one fucking cares! No one cares that he's dead! No one cares that someone killed him! No one cares!"

"Hey, we care. That's why we're here, ain't it?"

"No, you're here so I don't go down in a rain of bullets."

"I hate to break it to you kid, that's not why I'm here." You answered, "It might be why the others are here, I'm here to make sure you don't do somethin' stupid. Somethin' you're gonna regret for years."

"You don't fucking get it!" Jackson shouts over the phone.

"Hey, hey, I get it," You kept your voice understanding, "It's tough, losin' someone you love."

"Yeah, and what would you know?"

"I- I lost my Mama at an early age, my biological Mama," You said, your voice crackling over the phone. "Everyone thought I was too young to understand, too young to remember, like twelve year olds can't think for 'emselves, y'know? N I remember bein' so angry that no one even thought to just sit me down and talk. And that's why I'm here, Jackson, I'm here to talk, to help."

"If you want to help, come inside. If you come inside, I'll let everyone go. I'll talk with you. But no one else. No one else sets foot in this building." Jackson paused for breath, "And no guns."

You nod, "Okay. That's just fine, we'll do that." As soon as your hand is off the button, Hotch is shaking his head.

"No."

"Sir, I get it, I'm the new guy, but I know what I'm doin'." You said strongly. "Just let me prove myself."

Hotch studied you for a moment before nodding. "You have five minutes."

"Thank you, sir," With that, you placed your gun in Hotch’s hand before making your way into the building (after they fit a wire).

When you get in, the hostages run out. At the very least you would be the only casualty if this went south.

"Hey kid," You said softly, sliding in one of the booths, Jackson hesitantly sat opposite you, his gun firmly aimed at you.

"This has to be some kind of trick."

"I want to help you."

"Do you have a wire?"

"Yes." You answer honestly, Jackson looks at you for a moment before nodding.

"You weren't supposed to tell me that, was you?"

You shook your head, "Nope." You answered, "But I did - for two reasons, I need you to feel like you trust me - and that requires my honesty - and I honestly think at this rate I might get fired, so it don't matter all that much anyway."

"That's ballsy," Jackson commented and you gave a small laugh.

"N what? Bein' an FBI agent isn't?"

Jackson laughed before sobering up, "Why are you being nice to me?"

"Because you're a kid." You shrugged, "You've had it tough, but if you work hard, and face the consequences of your actions, you can come out the other end of this better."

"How? Everyone already treats me like I'm some lowlife. How can I possibly change that if no one is willing to give me a chance?"

"I'm willin' to give you a chance. I'm willin' to help." You said, "All you need to do to show me that you're willin' to change is to give me the gun n walk out there with me n show me that you're willin' to put in the time."

Jackson studies you for a moment before he nods, placing the gun on the table and sliding it towards you. You take it, emptying it of bullets - placing the gun in one pocket and the bullets in another. "Okay." He whispers softly. "I want to change. I want to be better."

"Then that's all that matters kid, fuck everyone else." You said, "Come on, let's go set things right, yeah?"

"Yeah... Okay..." He says hesitantly as he stands from the booth.

"Facin' the consequences of your actions are never easy," You said as you also stood, "But it's how you react to realisin' you made a mistake that determines the type of person you are."

Jackson nods, squaring his shoulders before leading the way out of the building with his hands raised. You give him a nod of encouragement as he gets into the police car.

You turn to Hotch, "Sorted." You answer before climbing into the SUV.

"He's good, I'll give him that..." Rossi mumbles before joining you in the car. "Good job, Kid."

"Thanks."

#criminal minds #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #emily prentiss #david rossi #jennifer jareau #x cowboy reader #bau x cowboy reader #cowboy reader #x male reader #male reader #male!reader

[handsometheo]

You've gotta hear me out on Ithaqua getting a little too possessive towards his survivor partner during a match ! Love your works btw <3

Mmmmmm Possessive Ithaqua 😍

Warnings: You'll never guess this one but Possessive behaviours

Pairing: Possessive! Ithaqua x Gn! Reader

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- He isn't sure what caused it. Maybe it's his own instincts telling him he needs to protect you, or maybe the manor is affecting him somehow..

- Your Team is quite possible the worst concotion of players to have paired with you. The Prospector, the cowboy and the "prisoner". He's semi-alright with Luca, he doesn't really do much harm. Its more a case of him being annoying to deal with on a good day.

- However Kevin and Norton strike Ithaqua the wrong way.

- He immediately finds Norton but instead turns his attention to finding you, just to make sure you stay away from them.

- He finds you. Quite easily actually. He comes across you helping Luca to decode who quickly runs off in favour of saving himself. Smart man, Ithaqua has to applaud him for using that mildly malfunctioning brain of his. He does have to break the connection, if only to delay your guaranteed escape.

- He lets you finish the cipher and simply stands around impatiently huffing and puffing to the side like a bratty child not getting enough attention. And that's accurate to a certain degree.

- once the cipher is done he tells you to go into a locker so he can pick you up and take you with him. You think nothing of it as this is fairly normal behaviour he likes to carry you around you've noticed. His little giggle when he picks you up just melted your heart.

- However. Unlike the usual routine, Ithaqua takes you to the nearest corner of the map and places you there before trapping you within his arms. His cloak making the two of you practically disappear, well.. you know as much as one can with the terror radius thing..

- His eyes are animalistic and his jaw clenched, but he makes no move to act on whatever violent act is forming in his head. Just pulls you to him as though he is trying to mesh with you.

- of course, he was mostly..., kind of, calm.

-Until the two idiots turned up. And by that I mean Norton and Kevin.

-Kevin lassoed you from Ithaqua's grasp, that alone made him screeched out in rage, but just to add some extra sourness to the situation, a magnet gets thrown towards him. Forcing him back into the wall.

- You struggle your way out of Kevins hold and push him away right as Ithaqua dashes at him. Norton quickly runs off to possibly hide in case he needs to really save, or possibly help Luca to continue saving.

- "IDIOTS, BOTH OF YOU!" You yell out to nobody in particular as Kevin had already run off. Ithaqua stays still for a moment, left eye twitching.

- He turns quickly. "Stay." He commands as though you are a dog awaiting your next trick. You're going to stay near, obviously, just maybe that Cipher off to the left will somehow get finished off...

- He dashes away in the direction Kevin left.

- As you're decoding, the prospector returns around the corner.

"Hey."

"Fuck off. That was stupid and you know it."

"Yeaaah.. but got the reaction I wanted. He's a tad bit, whats the word, protective? No. Possessive. Thats the one! Like he owns you."

"If he ever got asked if he owned me he definitely would answer like that.. It's a bit much at times, maybe next time to come running up to try and save when he's clearly not going to chair me. Luckily he seems to have lost Kevin."

The last Cipher gets completed by you and Norton but just before you can run to the exit, Norton says something that irks you.

"Geez, I didn't ask for your life story.. no need to keep going on..."

Yoou dont even initially intend to do it but you're hand reaches out to slam his head against the nearest wall to temporarily stun him.

"Not so fun now is it.."

In the distance a pissed off roar can be heard from Ithaqua, who you can assume just missed hitting the now escaped Kevin and Luca.

"Now, we're gonna surrender." You tell the prospector sternly

"Why would I do tha-"

You grab his ear and stare at him, "Consider it your apology to Itha. Believe me Kevin's going to deal with far worse."

Quiet grumbles are all that are heard from the disgruntled ex-miner.

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Hope you enjoyed :) I partially forgot what I was writing halfway through but I loved writing this ♡

#x reader #fanfic #idv x reader #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #idv nightwatch #idv night watch x reader #idv nightwatch x reader #idv ithaqua x reader #ithaqua x reader #night watch x reader

[oneatlatime]

Zuko Alone

I'm hoping for some Appa this episode. It's been too long since he's gotten any good sight gags.

Zuko is cosplaying Clint Eastwood. He's also back to being stupid pale this episode.

You know it's a good thing that Zuko's not in the Fire Nation anymore because he really would have sucked at being Fire Nation. Robbing pregnant women is probably kindergarden level stuff for them.

How is Zuko in such bad shape? Last time we saw him he had a cave full of spoils robbed from rich people. Did he not bother to pack at least some of that stuff? Actually, not thinking far enough ahead to pack would be pretty in character.

Oof that would rub me the wrong way. Not enough money for a meal, but sure, let's use totally edible eggs as ammo.

Where'd the egg go?

Who is the scarred up hat wearing vampire and what happened to the real Zuko? Imposter Zuko just elected to not be provoked into a fight. Real Zuko would already be setting things on fire.

Just a bunch of thugs. Yep. It's consistently awesome how many of the facets of war this show can cover.

Imposter Zuko and Song's horse bird just got kidnapped. Did not see that coming.

Zuko kind of has arm bandages like Sokka has this episode. Also love the character detail that the boy has scraped knees.

Is the kid's dad the same guy as the man at the store? Or maybe this is a one haircut town?

So the guy who was near to fainting off his horse bird this morning is now turning down freely offered food? Could Zuko please shelve his pride for five minutes? Kudos to the mom for accurately reading his distaste for charity and turning it into a request for aid though. Although covering for the boy's egg trick is worth at least a meal.

Tangent!

I don't get Zuko. How can he still have so much pride when he's wearing rags and starving himself to feed Song's horse bird? I'm quite shameless when it comes to accepting help and I've never, ever been able to understand the whole 'too proud to accept charity' mindset. I'm always up for some charity. I have enough manners to offer to do the dishes after, but if you're offering free food I'm eating it. And I've never been in a situation as desperate as Zuko's. So I don't get this.

ok tangent over.

Peak rich kid behaviour. I hope those nails aren't expensive otherwise Zuko doing work for food might end up with this family out of pocket.

Is the wood grain on this ladder an actual photograph of wood grain?

Zuko has more patience this episode than he had for all of season 1 combined. He's also never gone this long without yelling. Either proximity to young children activates Zuko's otherwise mostly slumbering decency, or to fit him into a Fistful of Dollars homage the writers had to make him out of character.

If I had been in this situation when I was a kid, if I had been a) this visibly bored, and b) this nosy around guests, I would have been given a hammer and a bag of nails in three seconds flat. Also, nice to see a Sokka face from Zuko.

I get that 'a man without a past' is a staple of the cowboy genre, but the boy's father bringing up the privacy of the past twice in like two minutes makes me think he's done stuff he doesn't want to talk about. Seems both the parents have read Zuko right though.

Finally! Some pretty! I have been suffering! This may be the first really good pretty all season!

Bad news for the Appa decor on my blog. He may have been supplanted in my affections.

Two things: first, Zuko is a carbon copy of his mom. Second, That is way too much forehead.

Having Zuko's mom introduce herself by talking about the lengths mothers will go to for their children is not giving me foreshadowing anxiety at all.

Azula's been a bitch since birth. Noted.

Sir, your eyebrows. Also, yeah, I wouldn't want to play with her either.

Yikes this is making my teeth itch and my skin crawl. Calling it now, she's rotten to the core.

Zuko and Azula's dad has some weak ass genes. BOTH of his children are carbon copies of their mom.

Also, I was not expecting Zuko's very stupid ponytail to be a pre-scar thing. It is much better with a full head of hair.

If I had spent my childhood hanging out with an untouchable princess who set things on my head on fire for fun whenever I involuntarily displayed emotion, I'd be gloomy and apathetic in self defense too.

Sokka in this episode in spirit, if not in person.

Seriously that's the same face three times over!

Um, no? If Iroh doesn't make it back from the front, doesn't his son become next in line to be Firelord?

Can you hear all the unspoken "father thinks that" and "father says that" in front of every one of Azula's opinions in this whole scene? I stand by my assertion that she's awful anyways, but she's also obviously drunk much too much of her dad's koolaid, if you know what I mean.

This kid is going to get into so much trouble one of these days. Provoking the soldiers, nagging the mysterious stranger with the mysterious past, and now taking his weapons? Kid's sweet but he really needs to learn when to stop pushing his luck.

Stabbing dead, dried wood sounds like a great way to utterly annihilate the edge on those. Hope Zuko packed a whetstone.

Where is this patience coming from? I don't understand and it's BUGGING me.

Hold on. Technical problems.

My very basic DVD player sometimes has difficulty with these disks. Whatever happened between the above two screenshots, I've missed it. So picking back up from the one on the right...

Either these soldiers are impressively cowardly (which, yeah) or Zuko's really been working on his death glare, because they've got him outnumbered and out-armoured and they still back off.

OH it's parallels! Zuko's cousin and the boy's older brother. Got it. Kind of a false parallel though. Grandson of the Firelord does not equal earth kingdom conscript.

Give the demonstrably impulsive and nosy child a knife. That'll work out just fine I'm sure. Pretty sad the kid glommed on to Zuko so quickly, but it's also yet another realistic representation of the consequences of war. This show's good.

*shudders* theatre kids.

She's tiny! Do you know how darkly humourous it is to watch a two foot tall baby spout her father's murderous nonsense? Once again, in this whole scene, not a word out of Azula's mouth is actually Azula's.

"What is wrong with that child?" Apart from budding homicidal and psychopathic tendencies? Her dad. Her dad is what's wrong with that child.

Their dad has no subtlety at all. And also no brain? You think a day after the firelord finds out one of his family died is the right time to very boorishly make a play for the crown with you daughter as a prop? Could you possibly come up with a better demonstration of why this guy shouldn't be in charge?

How did this asshole land such a nice wife?

Yep. Siding with the old firelord on this one.

Does flashback Zuko sleep in his day clothes? Because that's not ok.

I like that their mom sees straight through Azula's lying here. She knows her daughter.

In a move that should surprise no one, everything Zuko touches turns to shit, as usual.

It's the Mexico filter!

Absolute truth from Zuko in that monologue. He's got them pegged. Too bad it fell on deaf ears. It's Zuko's curse, that whenever he approaches being remotely reasonable, he happens to be surrounded by people who will react in such a way that Zuko learns to equate being reasonable with failure.

An earthbender. The bare feet should have clued me in.

Last season Zuko and Iroh laid waste to like ten of these guys. And Iroh didn't even have pants. So what gives? Is he that starved?

Ursa pulling a Mufasa.

Don't answer don't answer don't answer

And he does.

Zuko is so very good at completely misinterpreting the point.

So we can add thief to the list of things that make Azula awful. Also that delivery of "who's going to make me? Mom?" is chilling. Zuko's lost his only defender inside this atrocious family and she knows it, he knows it, hell the turtleducks probably know it.

His dying wish? You guys buying that?

Ozai. That's his name. I'd forgotten that.

So... something something dead firelord something something missing mom something something maybe Azula wasn't actually lying this time?

Final Thoughts

The title wasn't kidding. Let's rename the show 'Avatar: the Guy who's Really Bad at Capturing Him' while we're at it.

There is now no way whatsoever that Zuko is not going to be redeemed. No writing team would invest that much energy and a whole episode into a character we're not ultimately supposed to root for. So somehow he's going to end up joining the Gaang. Don't know how he'll pull that one off. He's done some pretty not great stuff. And it's not like the Gaang watched this episode and unlocked his tragic backstory.

Speaking of, what prompted these reflections? I could understand if Zuko started to contemplate his cousin and the events surrounding his loss in the war after he learned about the family's older brother, but he was having flashbacks before he even got to town. Usually when there are backstory bits, there's a good reason to show them at that time, like how the Storm prompts Aang to think about the last storm he was in, or seeing a boat from his father's fleet prompts Sokka to remember what his dad told him. So what caused Zuko's memories to give him situationally appropriate flashbacks?

Pretty funny that he found the Nice Earth Kingdom Family that Azula predicted for him. And they are really nice! Either Zuko is an open book or the parents' social intelligence is off the charts because they're giving him exactly what he needs to feel at ease after barely a single conversation.

Speaking of Azula, I'm not surprised to find that she's always had deeply awful tendencies, even as a child of (I'm guessing) less than ten. But it cannot be ignored that, from the moment her father took a liking to her (as a tool to boost his own greatness, if not as a person), she didn't stand a chance. You can tell by the number of times that the stuff coming out of her mouth is a thinly veiled repetition of her father's unfiltered opinions, that she's been spending lots of time listening to him, probably while he puts down her mom and brother and talks about how she's the special one. You know what I'm getting at. Azula never stood a chance once her father got involved, and her mom lost the ability to influence her once her father started giving Azula praise for objectively wrong behaviour. That being said, Azula is awful even when she doesn't need to be awful for her father's approval, like when she's with her friends, so it's not all her father's doing. She's not a good person but she also had plenty of help to become that.

I guess Zuko and his mom are Fire Nation anomalies? And maybe Iroh has become that since his son died and he lost the war?

How on earth did Zuko survive as long as he did in the palace without his mom to protect him? What a no-win situation to be in. The only person in a whole nation with empathy.

This episode does makes Season 1 Zuko make more sense. He's been larping his dad as a defense mechanism for surviving the Fire Nation/probably a very futile effort to earn his approval. Although Zuko doesn't seem to care much for his dad if the tone he takes with him by the turtleduck pond is any indication.

Being banished was the best thing that ever happened to Zuko. The more distance between him and his remaining non-uncle family, the better. Between prioritizing his crew over capturing the avatar in the Storm, releasing the Avatar in the Blue Spirit, and now defending a random earth kingdom child this episode, it's hilarious how much Zuko HASN'T learned the lesson that Ozai banished him for not knowing. Don't get me wrong; that's a good thing. This episode plainly shows that behaviour that pleases Ozai is behaviour that should be unlearned as quickly as possible.

Zuko completely missing the point of his mom's last instruction is delightfully on the nose. But it also makes sense, which I may talk more about later.

How did Zuko hold on to his temper (and his volume) for a whole episode?

How did a show named after the main character get away with an episode that doesn't feature him at all? As a concept, this is such a strange episode. The writers were like "how can we kick start the woobification of Zuko? I know! A Spaghetti Western!" and it worked. Who comes up with that?

I now want at least as much, if not more, of Sokka and Katara's childhood via flashbacks. And more Gyatso please. If they can devote a whole episode to the childhood of a guy who isn't even a team member yet, they can show me some Sokka childhood shenanigans as a palette cleanser.

I really don't know what conclusion to draw about this episode. The writers have given me a massive backstory/trauma dump and I'm honestly like:

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #zuko alone #I really don't know what to make of this one

[slashhinginghasher]

No Such Thing As A Free Ride

Ghost x Soap Hitcher AU

Part 1 Part 2

tw: light blood/gore

Oh, he needs this fucker out of his car. He needed him out at least 20 miles ago. Johnny's hands are clammy on the wheel, cold sweat pricking along his hairline. Ghost's eyes are boring into him, measuring his reaction. It doesn't feel like the anticipation of a person who's just told a really shitty joke and is waiting for you to groan or laugh or get angry. It feels like a cat waiting for the mouse to twitch so it can pounce.

Ghost never did put his seatbelt on after getting in the car.

Johnny's got a knife in his pocket, a stupid little thing with a star-spangled handle and a decal of an eagle wearing a cowboy hat, which he picked up at a roadside shop because it was so hilariously ugly. He's not even sure it'll make it past airport security when he goes home. But right now, it feels like providence.

The road is dark, no headlights or taillights when he glances at the mirrors. No oncoming traffic to run into if the car spins out. He nudges the accelerator, urging the car just a little faster. He'll have to be fast and, more importantly, lucky, because he'll only get one shot.

"What do you call a guy missing a part of his skull?" Ghost asks, flicking the butt of his cigarette out the window.

"I dunno," Johnny says, surreptitiously bracing himself. He's proud of how steady his voice is. "What?"

"Open minded."

Speaking of shitty jokes.

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

Johnny slams on the brakes.

The wheels shudder and Ghost bounces off the dashboard, head and hands. The seatbelt cuts into Johnny's chest and shoulder harder than he expected, but he can't cater to the shock of pain just yet. He whips the knife out and grabs a fistful of damp jacket with the other hand, holds the blade to Ghost's throat.

God, he hopes this cheap piece of shit is actually sharp enough to cut.

"What the fuck-" Ghost groans, voice muffled by the hand over his face, but Johnny cuts him off by the pressing the metal edge a little harder against the exposed skin of the other man's neck.

"Ride's over, pal," he snarls. "Get the fuck out." He grits his teeth and scowls, trying to look intimidating instead of pants-shittingly terrified. Ghost looks at him from the corner of his eyes.

"What're you doing?" He sounds a little nasal now. Johnny hopes he's busted the fucker's nose. His pulse, though, is infuriatingly slow and steady under Johnny's hand.

"The fuck does it look like I'm doin'? I'm sendin' you on your merry fuckin' way."

Should he shake him a little? It seems like it might be the correct thing to do, but Johnny is terrified of losing his grip.

It's so quiet. Drip of the rain and the tick-tick-tick of the cooling engine. The sound of Johnny trying to wrangle his breaths into silence. He swears he can hear Ghost blink.

"You ever stab anyone before, Johnny?"

No, no he fucking hasn't. He's never used a knife in self defense before, just for dumb tricks to impress people at parties. Ghost's skin is burning hot against Johnny's knuckles. He has no idea if he's close to drawing blood.

"It's awfully messy," Ghost continues. "Be such a shame to have clean all that up, 'specially since it's not your car."

There's a purr in Ghost's voice that's almost sexual, and it kind of makes Johnny want to die. Something warm trickles over his fingers, and he realizes in a sick rush that he's broken the skin.

"I'll say this one more time," he grits out, drawing on every cold-blooded action hero he's ever seen to keep his composure. "Open the door. And get. Out."

For an awful moment, he thinks Ghost isn't going to listen, and he's not sure if he's actually prepared to use real violence against the bigger man. It's a relief when he slowly pops open the door and, with an unwavering gaze, slides even more slowly out of the passenger seat.

Johnny thinks he's in the clear, but then Ghost's hand lashes out. He grabs Johnny by the wrist (his fingers almost touch, they almost fucking touch) and he licks his goddamn blood off of Johnny's fingers.

Johnny recoils so hard he hits the driver side door, and floors it. His arm bends painfully before Ghost stumbles and relinquishes his grip and he's able to pull it inside, dragging the door shut with it. Miraculously, he doesn't drop the knife, but he does almost cut himself with it several times as he wipes his hand off on the seat so fervently he gives himself rugburn. The other hand is gripping the wheel so tightly it hurts, barely keeping the car from careening off the road.

Ghost's silhouette fades, swallowed by distance and rain.

***

He almost cries with relief when he sees the sign for the rest stop. He's been driving for hours, checking the rearview mirror every five minutes just in case Ghost somehow materializes in the backseat, and figures he's put enough distance between them that the hitcher won't catch up to him on foot, even if he sprints. There's no one else in the lot, which is unsurprising but does make him feel conspicuous. He parks under a tree, the thick trunk providing an extra barrier between him and the road.

He swears he can still feel Ghost's spit on his skin, even though he's rubbed his hand almost raw.

The thought of falling asleep and leaving himself vulnerable makes him sick with fear, but the adrenaline crash is hitting him hard. He triple-checks the locks on all the doors and reclines the driver's seat as far back as it will go.

Eventually, he dozes off, clutching the glorious, idiotic cowboy knife to his chest.

***

The terror of the previous night is starting to feel like a fever dream in the bright morning sunlight. Johnny wakes with a crick in his neck, a bruise on his collarbone, and a sore elbow, but the parking lot is still empty and so is the road, which he can see for miles in either direction under a clear blue sky.

The bathrooms are locked, so he takes a piss in the bushes before inspecting the big map posted on the wall behind a sheet of scratched plexiglass. There's a truck stop about 45 miles away with a gas station and a diner. Johnny's stomach growls at the thought of a big, greasy American breakfast, and the knot in his chest loosens further at the thought of seeing some regular, sane people.

Stretching his back with a loud groan, he saunters back to the car. Honestly, he's starting to second guess himself a little. Nobody would straight up admit to murder to a stranger, right? That would astronomically stupid. Ghost (clearly a fake name) was probably one of those weird cunts who read autopsy reports for fun and got off on making people scared. Johnny doesn't regret kicking him out of the car though, even if the knife was overkill. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, or whatever; don't act like a demented freak around the bloke giving you a ride if you don't want to be dumped on the side of the road.

The passenger seat is barely damp when he touches it. By the time he reaches the truck stop, it'll be like last night never even happened. He spots the cigarette lighter still rolling about in the cup holder and tosses it back into the center console. Out of sight, out of mind.

His fingers brush something sticky.

Johnny's heart leaps into his throat and his stomach plummets down somewhere below his arse. Shaking, trepidatious, he plucks the object out from the console and immediately throws it as far as possible with a startled cry of disgust. It bounces a couple times before rolling to a stop some 15 meters away on the pavement.

His stomach clenches and his throat convulses as he dry heaves, trying to choke back another scream. He rubs his hand frantically through the condensation gathered on the hood of the car to get the tackiness off his fingers because if he wipes it on his leg then it'll be on his pants-

A crow flies down from the tree, eying Johnny suspiciously before pecking at the object. It gives a few exploratory nips to the pink, stringy bit before moving on to the fleshy white sphere. With a triumphant caw, it picks the whole thing up and tosses its head back.

Johnny doubles over and vomits as the bird gulps down the bloody human eye Ghost left in his car.

#my writing #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod #ghost x soap #ghoap #keeping these chapters short and sweet in an effort to update more than twice a year like i do with all my other fics

[flight-of-the-sacred-eagle]

Invader Zim except it’s a rodeo au. Which means the Membranes are actually a rodeo family who compete in rodeos all over the country.

They’re world famous, with Professor, or I guess in this case something different (Rancher Membrane? Cowboy Membrane? Just Membrane?) being a multi time national rodeo champion bull rider. He was forced to retire after a bull gored and crushed his arms to the point of needing amputations. He now lives vicariously through his children, specifically Dib, while managing the ranch and doing sketchy science (because he’s still insanely good at it). Said sketchy science is possible due to him becoming friends with an even more sketchy scientist with even less regard for people. The horse he rides the most is a very sweet and caring quarter horse mare named Clementine, who is a bay with a white blaze.

Gaz is a barrel racer and a damn good one. She’s won first in a couple big rodeos, with her quarter horse named Shadowhog. Shadowhog is a black mare with a white blaze and socks and is just as standoffish and angry as she in. Gaz still enjoys video games, but not as much. She also is the best trick roper in the family, and has experience in break away roping. She’s really good at it, but prefer barrel racing since she thinks it takes more skill. Dib thinks she’s making fun of him, but she really isn’t. She’s dabbled with bronc riding but is too lightweight. She is using in charge of herding on the ranch. She also is still one of Membrane’s creations.

Dib is a tie down roper who desperately wants to get into team roping but like. He has no friends. He’s fairly good at tie down roping, though hasn’t won anything. Membrane wants him to be a bull rider. Dib would rather die. He has a curious, playful dappled gray quarter horse mare named Mothman, and is still in love with the paranormal and would rather explore it than compete. Membrane hates this. Dib kinda loves horses and spends a lot of time with not only Mothman, but the other horses on the ranch like Shadowhog, Phoenix, Megera, ET, and Professor. Dib is also still a clone because Membrane is still stupid smart and has access to less than ethical equipment.

Zim is still an alien. He still wants to take over the earth. He was still banished. The only difference is that he lands in the country when Dib is about 15. Membrane happened to have a flyer for a ranch hand up and Zim decides the human thing to do is take a job. His base is in the shape of a barn that’s right outside of Membrane Ranches. Membrane gives him the job and a cowboy hat and Dib is immediately like “that’s an alien Wtf” but Membrane ignores him. And then proceeds to insist on having Zim trained as a steer wrestler due to his strength and gives him a palomino quarter horse gelding named ET (Dib finds the irony hilarious), who is irritable and must be bribed with treats.

The ranch is named Membrane Ranches and has thirteen horses (four ranch horses- Clementine, Peggy (Appaloosa mare), Foodie (paint quarter horse gelding), and Generator (bay quarter horse gelding); two barrel horses- Shadowhog and Megara (chestnut quarter horse mare with white socks); one tie down roping horse- Chupacabra (paint quarter horse stallion); one steer wrestling horse- Covenant (buckskin quarter horse mare); four generic roping horses- ET, Mothman, Phoenix (nearly white quarter horse gelding), and Doppler (black quarter horse gelding); and one bronc- Wildfire (bright chestnut mustang with a white blaze and socks); as well as sixty head of cattle.

Dib gets tasked with teaching Zim the ropes of steer wrestling and ranch work. They try to kill each other between the very much forced lessons.

Zim is a shit ranch hand at first hates it because of germs. Dib uses this as an opportunity to lie and say all humans are fine with germs and Zim very reluctantly agrees. He does eventually start to get used to it, eventually becoming a fairly good ranch hand. He gets surprisingly protective of ET. ET gets surprisingly close to Zim, always nickering when he comes in.

Zim eventually gets told his mission is fake and Dib awkwardly comforts him. The next week he’s dragged to a rodeo (a massive one) and immediately starts getting very overwhelmed by the extremely loud noises and scents and the bumping. He’s not competing but Gaz and Dib are. Dib completely missed the tie down roping because he’s taken Zim away from the crowds and noise to decompress. (Not because he cares but because he’s not gonna let the alien do something stupid clearly).

Membrane is very annoyed.

A couple years later and more rodeos later Dib is nineteen and wins first at one of the largest rodeos in the country. Zim also competes and gets second. Dib (and Gaz who gets first in a lot of big rodeos) are invited to another big event. Zim comes with.

The night before the competition, Dib and Zim notice a runaway steer. Dib gets it around the head and Zim gets it by a hind leg. Dib realizes that holy shit they could be a roping team. At the same time a roping team is forced to drop out so the pair sign up.

They wind up getting forth. Gaz is thrilled that Dib is able to do what he’s wanted to do. Membrane is angry because he wanted to get Dib to bull riding after tie down roping inevitably wore him out.

Dib and Zim eventually become world champion team ropers. And they eventually make their own ranch. And maybe kiss.

#invader zim #invader zim au #zim invader zim #dib membrane #invader zim dib #iz dib #iz zim #zadf #zade #Zadr #cowboy au

[trashmuis]

ok so now I'm thinking about clown Texas Chainsaw Massacre....

I always already saw Chop Top as a silly rodeo clown - during the very end of the radio station scene especially he puts on L.G.'s cowboy hat and scurries off, honking his bike horn. CLOWN BEHAVIOR

Bubba is the big comedy clown with like pants way too big, wearing suspenders to keep them up. to make fun of the fact he's already so damn large, and he's somehow wearing even bigger clothes. he wears a painted mask. very clumsy. and obviously quiet, so pantomiming. (basically what he does anyway)

So, Drayton is just a grumpy clown, but if I had to visualize his style, I might go for the "hobo clown" archetype? Not that i think he specifically fits that bc he's not the type to be a "tramp", but I see the suit outfit and his demeanor fitting the performance style. could maybe see the fact that he's a salesman playing a part there at least too.

Nubbins is the jokester. He's intentionally playing pranks on Drayton or getting Bubba into trouble, and he has a good laugh. Chop Top also falls into this role, but he's more cowboy than his brother.

The family members easily work off of each other - they already annoy each other or are stupid. like cmon it's SO cartoonish and clowny that Drayton just fuckin kicks Bubba in the butt already in tcm 2. That is like.... peak.

so it's easy to imagine like, uh oh whoops Nubbins tricks Bubba into accidentally pie-ing Drayton in the face and now mister grumpy clown is gonna initiate some slapstick, but Chop Top's being a little shit and tattles while laughing and now the twins are both in for it.

... It's all a very less abusive way of seeing their dynamics and I think that's much nicer lol.

I guess they'd still eat people tho, like they aren't all nice. But hey.

#right so. that potp pic just made me start thinking abt clowns and i already had some of this in my head so now i made it into a post #look i.... idk why i thought about this so much #feel free to give feedback or ideas im just brainstorming here #clowns #Chop Top Sawyer #Nubbins Sawyer #Drayton Sawyer #Bubba Sawyer #tcm #Texas Chainsaw Massacre #movies #horror #The Texas Chainsaw Massacre #just gonna tag the boys names and not every little thing bc this is such a silly post lol #mine

[anincompletelist]

halloween, huh fic recs :D

so it's CRIMINAL how little time I've had to read fic lately, BUT I've been trying to catch up on some of the ones that I've missed! the halloween huh fest fics were revealed not too long ago, and I've been slowly working my way through them and wanted to share some of the ones I've loved lately!

you can find the complete list here, please be sure to go browse and bookmark the ones that look interesting, and send love to all of the authors and mods that put so much work and love into this fest!

[disclaimer: I will probably read and love ALL of the fics in this fest because I'm a sucker for anything halloween or au BUT I am a slow reader and these are just the ones I've completed so far :) enjoy, and happy reading!]

in order of reveals --

Incenatus | @missgeevious | E | 11k

Alex receives an invite to the hottest and most mysterious party in New York, but he's unprepared for what he finds there.

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Night Class | @orchidscript | E | 12k

Alex how found the simplest solution for all the facts he had been presented. There were plenty of them to make sense of. Alex was taking the path of least resistance, accepting that whatever remained after all was stripped away must be the truth. June could laugh at him for the rest of time if she wanted. He was right. He knew he was right. He had to be right because nothing else on earth or in the universe made sense. Henry Fox — his smarmy, entitled, wealthy, bland, irritating neighbor — was a vampire. Alex knew it. He could prove it.

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Freaky Friday (I woke up in my enemy's body) | @happiness-of-the-pursuit | M | 8k

“So he’s entered some weird-ass, stress-induced fever dream where he’s in Henry’s body. It’s probably, like, the latent guilt Alex feels for the repercussions this will have on his mom’s approval rating even though the whole thing is objectively stupid and people will forget about it in a week.” Or, a FirstPrince Body Swap AU.

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These violent delights | @lizzie-bennetdarcy | E | 14k

There's an empty corner near the back of the shop, and he tucks himself in. Perhaps he's waiting for his target to walk into the cafe — it wouldn't be the first time. Suddenly, as though a hand has reached out and yanked on his hair, Henry's gaze is lifted and he knows it's who his Senses have been telling him to find. Sitting at the table across from Henry, sinfully long eyelashes lowered as he focuses on the pile of papers in front of him is the most devastatingly beautiful man Henry has ever seen. It's such a shame he has to kill him. Henry is a vampire hunter, with a very intriguing target.

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Save a Horse, Ride a Princess | @affectionatelyrs | E | 8k

“I have to say, this is all quite literal, don’t you think?” Alex wouldn’t know literal right now if it hit him in the head. “Huh?” Henry points at Alex: “Pillow Princess,” and then to himself: “Cowboy. Ready to ride and all that.” Alex nods dumbly. “Right.” (Or, Alex and Henry dress up as the ultimate couples costume for Halloween — themselves — and they both feel some kind of way about it)

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you knew what it was (he is in love) | sheWritesToLiveVicariously | M | 3k

“I’ll text you later.” “You’d better,” Henry murmurs, pulling him in from the waist. One hand comes up to pull back the hat off his head, and Henry leans down to kiss him, and the entire thing feels painfully romantic and Alex fucking loves it.  (Alex and Henry halloween/trick-or-treating meetcute. Henry has a daughter, Alex is babysitting his niece, and the girls know each other.)

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that's all for now! I still have a ridiculously long tbr list ( @littlemisskittentoes @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- @raysletters I'm looking DIRECTLY at yall's next and I can't WAIT to devour hehehe)

please visit the link above for yourselves at leave kudos and comments for all of these lovely & talented people! more to come! <3

xx

#fic recs #rwrb fics #rwrb #red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue fanfic #firstprince #MY FRIENDS ARE SO TALENTED PLS GO YELL AT THEM #my fic recs

[joanie-writes]

Astraea Pt. 2

The much awaited return.

LowHonour!Arthur x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, naivety, slight degradation, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, rough sex

Word count: 3.1k

Pt. 1

At first you were only excited for his return. It was all you dreamt about, all you hoped and prayed for. But time went on and that ruggedly handsome face hadn't shown, your dreams slowly died out and you began to unravel what had happen that night. You were left tarnished and ruined. Sure nobody ever found out, though your father was furious about the loss of his horses. Arthur had taken your innocence and bolted with it. Why couldn't you have just listened to your father and stayed far away from the greedy hands of a man? That was what you often stayed awake thinking about.

But another question you could not seem to drop was if what you had done together was so wrong, why did it feel so good? After waking from a false reality where the cowboy had climbed into your room once again, you bit your lip as you felt slick beginning to cool your inner thigh. You dragged a shaking hand down your front, sliding your fingers to the bud that longed for the touch of him.

Your father had left to attend some business in the east, but with your brothers in charge the ranch continued on. As did your learnings, father had always said he didn't want a stupid girl, so you practiced your pianoforte tirelessly. With the beautiful chimes you were left unable to think about his blue eyes or the way he held you as you kissed. You were so focused on getting the damn song right that you hadn't even noticed that you'd played yourself into the night.

A siren kind of sound was what Arthur heard from his place upon his horse, a ways up the hill and still decently far from the familiar manor house. But he could hear the graceful song well, the notes soaring through the fields. It wasn't a short trip back here, but Arthur couldn't get you out of his head. You were messing up his shots and causing tension with his fellow gang members, all while you weren't there. So he figured that one more time would get you out of his system for good. 

"You have got to stop leaving doors open, angel." Your head whipped around at the gruff voice, a gasp leaving your lips as you stopped mid play. 

There he was, leaned up against the patio doorway, his hat only just covering his eyes. Your eyes were wide and doe like, that same look you'd given him when you awoke with his hand covering your mouth, the same look but softened when he left. You got up, silently making your way to him only for Arthur to grab you and lean you over with a kiss, allowing you to snatch the hat right off his head. You moaned against his lips, tasting a minty tobacco mix. 

Once you had been released from Arthur's hold and a cocky smile was placed on lips and you took your chance to give him a very deserved smack.

Arthur chuckled and shook his finger also shaking his head while he said, "You pack one hell of a hit." 

"You just abandoned me, Arthur, after you did, that, to me." You frowned, pushing his hand away when he reached for your waist. You placed his trusty hat on your head, just to try.

"I'll make it up to you."

There was not a hint of remorse in his voice, but as that silver tongue poked out to wet his lips, you couldn't help but fall for him and his tricks again. As soon as you nodded, Arthur pressed his lips to yours again, leading you back into the solarium which housed the grand piano, tipping the much too big hat off of your head.

There was a part of Arthur that couldn't help but be eternally grateful to whatever entity watched over him that you were not enlarged with a baby of his creation, he knew he wasn't meant to be a father. And you would have been put in the paper as the next Virgin Mary, which he'd chuckle at later. 

Arthur pulled away again to your disappointment, leaning away with a smile when you chased his lips. "I heard your playing, you think you could give me a little show?" You took a deep breath before shrugging and agreeing, it wasn't like you were short on time, but your patience was running a little short. 

You sat on the bench, flipping through the sheet music to find a song that might better suit the electric atmosphere. Arthur waltzed around the room, admiring the expensive trinkets and the array of plants but as you began playing his gaze fixed itself onto you. He watched your impeccable posture and your fingers move skillfully along the keys to create the melody. You blushed under his intense stare but simply tried to focus on the song, trying to prove you were unaffected by your own yearning. 

The song faltered when you watched Arthur drop to his hands and knees out of the corner of your eye and again when he pinched your leg. "Don't stop, just pretend I'm not here." Arthur spoke from under the piano, you shook your head and kept up with your fingers.

Your breath hitched when you felt Arthur tug your undergarments off while he pushed your skirt out of the way. You paused for a mere second to assist him with the task. A quiet whine escaped you when you felt Arthur press his lips to your inner thigh, his hands dancing from your knees to your hips. Arthur glanced up at you before reaching around you to pull your body closer to the edge of the bench and to his greedy lips, making it harder to play but you figured whatever he was about to do to you would be worse.

He started by kissing up your thigh, skillfully dragging his tongue along your flaming skin, "You're so wet already, you know I was comin'?" Arthur smiled when you nodded breathlessly, not yet letting his orchestrations distract you from playing. The first flick of his tongue on your clit brought forth the most angelic sound that Arthur had ever heard, even more angelic than your music, which was also impressive. 

The slight pause of your playing was left unnoticed by Arthur because he was too busy with the sinfully sweet taste of you dancing in his undeserving mouth as he ate you right up. His hands gripped the flesh of your thighs and groaned into your skin. Your wanton moans mixed with the music in perfect harmony. The foreign feeling of his tongue dipping into your entrance made your chest rise with breath and whimper his name. 

It had been so long since you'd felt this enraptured, your peak didn't take long to build in the pit of your loins. When Arthur swiped his tongue over the whole of you the harmony became yours alone because involuntarily your hands left the piano to grip the dirty blonde hair. 

This caused Arthur to pull away with a sharp nip to your inner thigh, "What did I say, angel?" 

"Don't stop." You answered breathlessly, the gleam of sweat on your bosom nearly making Arthur unable to follow though with his order, only wanting to follow the one you just indirectly gave him. The sight alone made him want to dive back into your pussy. 

But alas, he regained control of his thoughts and pushed the bench away from the piano, swiftly getting up to place you atop of the grand instrument. Automatically your legs spread to create a perfect space for him. Arthur's impatient hands made quick work of your blouse; in an instant it was cast to the floor. "Shame you stopped that pretty playing, would've loved to keep goin', angel." He said while undid the buttons of his shirt.

You turned red hot at Arthur's words and the way he nimbly undressed himself, revealing his strong body just for you. The thought of what he may have done in his absence irked you some because you had to sit here and daydream, but you pushed the thought away, focusing on the moment in front of you. Arthur began pulling your skirt off, leaving you only in your corset.

"I need you, Arthur." You spoke softly, looking at him with that semblance of innocence which in turn ran a chill up Arthur's spine. The mostly glass walls of the solarium made the thill of this sin more exciting for Arthur while it made the hairs on your arms stand straight up. 

Arthur didn't dignify your begging with a response, only pulling your bottom half closer to his crotch by pushing the small of your back, your skin horribly squeaked against the shiny black piano as he did which caused your face to burn hot for the umpteenth time. Again, Arthur paid no attention, purely focused on the the feeling of his swollen and angry tip prodding your entrance. 

You tilted his face downwards to yours with a single finger, lowering your tone to a whisper to make the message clear for him.

"Fuck me, cowboy."

"When did you learn that talk, huh?" Icy hot jealously whipped through Arthur's veins, a few months ago you barely knew what your own body was capable of but now you were using this kind of language?

"You fuck somebody else since I been away?" He imitated you, causing you to shrink in on yourself. 

"No, no, I just um, I was talking to one of the ranch hands about one of the girls from town he hangs around with." Arthur believed you, he just wanted to take every opportunity to make your stomach twist with nerves that he could.

"He told you how he fucks her? Does he fuck her good?"

"I don't know!"

"But he told you that he does fuck her, clearly. Do you think he fucks her good?" 

"Arthur." You sighed.

He laughed, shaking his head as he said, "I guess it doesn't matter, you know I'm gonna fuck you good." 

Your fingers locked around Arthur's thick biceps in a tight grip the second he pushed half of his length into you. The sudden stretch burned for you but there was no resistance on his part with the way your nectar was dripping out of you. Arthur couldn't help but pause and admire your beauty yet again. 

The second half of his length officially filled you to the very brim. A feeling like no other; a feeling that you'd been trying to chase but being held by iron chains made it impossible. 

"Give it to me, angel, let me hear you sing." 

You could barely hear Arthur's words over the sound of his skin violently hitting yours from the force of this thrusts, there was no shot your body would be the same after tonight. A pitchy whine released itself from within you at his plea and the feeling of him reaching so very deep inside of you. 

He chuckled as he panted from the strain, laughing out, "That's it, you're such a good girl." With a smack to the side of your thigh. 

"Hey sister! Are you in there? Whats going on?" 

You pushed Arthur by his bare chest with all of your might, hurrying to pull on your skirts and drag a still very much shirtless Arthur out of the patio door. The rush of adrenaline went straight to Arthur's cock. He was impressed with your speed, and he had to admit the glimmer of sweaty arousal in the moonlight on you looked incredible.

You silently prayed that your oaf of a brother wouldn't knock down the locked door in search of you for you knew Arthur's dark red shirt and scuffed hat still lay strewn about the floor along with your top. But hopefully if he did he was dumb enough to think one of the farmhands was getting up to no good... Arthur on the other hand stood quietly next to you against the wall of the house, watching the peaks of your breasts in the corset fall rapidly up and down. The strain in his pants grew more uncomfortable the longer you stood there and waited for any sort of noise. 

"He won't go searching, c'mere." Arthur beckoned, tugging you by the hand further along the back of the house, where the chandelier light from the solarium didn't reach as much. He kissed your neck, leaning you against the wall and greedily grabbing at your body wherever he could. Your lips fell apart in the utter lust of it all, your eyes closing in the frustration of Arthur's recklessness.

You huffed, still nuzzling into the campfire scent he had, "A-Arthur, somebody is going to see us out here." He only shushed you, the sudden feeling of your feet leaving the ground making you forget the danger you were in right now. Arthur had picked you up to properly hold you captive against the wall, the stockholm syndrome was strong.

He helped you moved your skirt aside, your wonder got the best of you again, "You can have me like this?"

Arthur smiled wickedly before replying, "I could have you anyway I like."  

The property was quiet besides the occasional yelp of a fox and both of your ragged breathing. You held yourself up securely around Arthur's toned back while he continued his assault on your jaw and neck. Your eyes clamped shut when he pushed into you once again, the size of him and the tightness of you got the best of you both for a moment there. You moaned against the flaming skin of his neck, the feeling was indescribable. 

"You're so fuckin' hm - so tight, angel. Feels like I can't even move." 

"Please, oh-" You were cut off by the first thrust and your brain felt like it was turning more and more into mush with each direct snap of Arthur's hips. He could tell, he knew that your eyes were rolling back and the way your front teeth gently scraped against the bare skin of his shoulder indicated that you couldn't even bear to produce sound.  

"You were made just for me, weren't you? Sent down by the fucking heavens above." Arthur mumbled to you, the slap of his skin against yours joining the sound of the crickets. The heat of the summer night made sweat drip down the back of Arthur's neck but not even the heat from hell below could have stopped him from ravishing you. 

He adjusted his hold on you all while picking up the speed of his thrusts. Your body shook and your toes curled when he hit that special place inside of you, like he had found the key once again. "Oh my - Arthur, Arthur, do that again, please." You tremored out.

Usually Arthur Morgan wasn't one to obey the requests of anybody, but with the way you were holding him and how you felt wrapped in his arms, he would've done anything for you. So at his brutal pace, Arthur repeatedly hit that spot, even faltering in his movement for a moment with the way you squeezed around his cock in return. And for the first time in a while Arthur got to see you as you threw your head back in pure, unadulterated, pleasure. Your hips bounced gently back against him, which only poured fuel on the fire that burned inside both of you. 

"Cmon, angel, show me what a dirty girl you are." 

Arthur's backwards flattery pulled a long whine out of you, and with a final sharp push you felt yourself shake with the crashing waves from the first time. Arthur looked down to where he was still fucking into you, seeing the ocean of your bliss drip down into the grass. The sight made his abs tighten, he bit your shoulder in a last attempt to last any longer but again barely made it to spend himself onto the ground below you. He wished he could have just stayed sheathed inside of you, feel his cum leak into you and then proceed to push it even farther, the thought alone made him want another go at you. But, he held your limp form in his arms still and knew you couldn't handle once more. The signature smirk returned. 

Arthur carried you back into the solarium and gently placed you back onto one of the cushy chairs, catching himself absentmindedly giving your forehead a tender kiss. You picked your head up to watch him collect his clothing, half buttoning his shirt and laying his hat towards the back of his head - he was beautiful. Arthur brought you your shirt, knowing you couldn't stay in here the whole night so he was unable to freely enjoy the view of your naked form like before. He also figured staying any longer would already be pushing his already dumb luck. 

"So uh, where's your pops? I guess I should introduce myself, huh?" Arthur teased, chuckling at the sight of your eyes widening.

"Arthur Morgan." You sighed, smiling as you stood, your legs screaming for you to sit back down.

He held your face in his giant hands, a stroke to your cheekbone warmed your heart. Both of you leaned in for one last kiss and you arms instinctively wrapped around him once again to pull your body closer to his. Arthur was first to pull away to then lean his forehead against yours, he didn't seem like a big bad outlaw right now, especially with the way you tipped the hat off his head this go around.

"What are you doing to me, angel?" 

You didn't fully get what he meant by that so you didn't feel the need to respond. He met those doe like eyes again and shook his head while fully pulling away from you. "I should go now." Arthur said while looking at the sky; the black abyss now had yellow and pink hues spilling into it. 

"Will I see you ever again, Arthur?"

He shrugged, finding it harder to move the more he backed away from you, "I don't know." 

You felt the urge to throw something at him or scream or anything. It wasn't fair for him to do this to you again and it also wasn't fair that you couldn't leave this godforsaken house. You had half the mind to run away, which also didn't seem fair, because before Arthur, you would have never thought a thing like that. 

"Don't come back then." You seethed 

Arthur watched your hopeful shoulders fall, he watched you move closer to shove him out of the patio door, pushing his hat to his chest with tears brimming your eyes. "You don't get to throw me away when you don't need me, Arthur Morgan." 

Wordlessly, he turned around and began his walk away from you. Arthur knew if he explained his feelings to you that it would only hurt and confuse you more. He also knew that he may not be able to control his frustration. But his stomach hurt with the thought of how he just hurt you, he'd never felt that for anybody before. 

#haven't written in a while hope this is good ;( #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan smut #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 writing #rdr2 #arthur morgan #x reader #reader insert #female insert #smut

[atomic52]

okay my turtles have gone through a bit of an overhaul, Splinter too

lets also go into so detail for each on this time around lol.

Leonardo

soft spoken leader of his team but only the second oldest. he enjoys comic books, cowboys, sci fi, and spending time with his father sharpening his ninja skills.

He is the most focused on being the best he can be at everything he sets his mind to. he's a bit of a sour loser but he gets over it fairly quickly.

Leo is the medic of the grope, he knows how to do three different types of stiches, how to properly set a broken bone, how to put joints back into place, and much more.

he fluent in Japanese in specking and in writing.

he has some OCD so when it comes to his things they have to be just right, or it'll bug him. he's also a perfectionist.

Leo tries to be the voice of reason but can easily be talked into doing something stupid.

Raphael

hot headed, introverted, and protective oldest brother. he enjoys cage fighting, most sports, knitting, and secretly monster mythology.

Raph wants nothing but the best for his brothers, so he tends to go over bored on pushing them to their fullest potential but in turn is hard on himself when he falls behind.

he protects his family by taking out any threat before his brothers even know it's there. which makes more trouble than he can get himself out of and leads him to putting every little problem on his own shoulders instead of trusting in the strength of his younger brothers.

he fully understands Japanese and can read it, but he can't get the accent right to save his life.

Raph's anger tends to build up very quickly and lash out at the people closest to him but he never means what he says. he takes a moment to cool down and tell his family he's sorry in his own way, mostly giving meaningful gifts.

he is very quick to join in on something stupid cuz doing is alot more fun then thinking about it.

Donatello

mega middle child with a brilliant mind and hand for engineering. Donnie most enjoys playing video games, making fun of sci fi, taking everything apart and putting it back together just to see how it works, and dancing.

Don is average in his ninja skills, he's light on his feet and can slip away into the shadows like it's nothing, but he feels like he's not as good as his brothers.

he's bit of a packrat and a kleptomaniac. he keeps everything he thinks he can make something out of (which normal he does) and anything he finds techy and fascinating he'll put it in his pocket to take it home.

he and Raph are partners in crime. what Raph does he does too and the other way around. so, when Raph jumps into danger Donnie is right behind him.

Don is technically fluent in Japanese but says he's rusty cuz he tends to throw phrases together in hopes of stringing a descent sentence that sounds okay.

he is the most stubborn and jealous out of everyone. when someone is taking up time meant for him or taking the attention away from him he will find away to get revenge.

Michelangelo

lighthearted and extroverted baby brother. everything is a joke and if it isn't, it will be. he enjoys making trouble, spending time with his family, making new friends, and partying.

he has the rawest skill and ability in his ninjitsu, but he has no drive. he just likes live free and in the wind.

Mikey can get away with most everything just by tearing up a little, but that trick doesn't work on Donnie. playing dumb is his biggest strength but the ones closest to him knows he is a master at emotional manipulation.

also fluent in Japanese just like Leo but has no drive to prove himself.

Mike wants to see the good in everyone so that makes him quick to trust but very naive. he'll stick up for what he believes in and will stand up to any challenge but once his trust is broken, that is something no one will ever get back.

YOLO

Splinter

a single father to four strong willed and rambunctious boys. once movie star and ninja master Hamato Yoshi, but now mutated and known lovingly as master Splinter or dad.

most of his personal history is unknown by his sons, it has ties to some dark things he does not what them to know of yet. he wants them to enjoy their lives before his past becomes their future.

now his life is devoted to his children and readying them for what life may hold for them.

teaching them the Hamato clan tradition, ninjitsu, and bushido

he enjoys spending time with his children, and watching his soap operas.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raph #raphael #raph #tmnt donatello #donatello #donnie #tmnt michelangelo #michelangelo #mikey #master splinter #splinter hamato #hamato yoshi

[mentallyillfromdd]

trick or treat!

TRICK!

The Sun stared down at his bloodied hands. The man below him still let out shallow breaths, but he was too tired to even fight back against the Sun. He threw punch after punch at the gray cowboy below him. Blood and gore splattered over the two. The Sun frowned, he didn’t know if he should be happy that the dark red liquid covered the disheveled face the Sun had disfigured. Spirits raved their screams around the two. They were getting the blood they craved.

If the Sun listened closely he could make out specific voices and place names to them. The Red King and his hand, a timekeeper and his friends, the Stars and the caged canary he called his husband, a lone wolf who got driven mad when his house went up in flames. There were twelve voices in total. The Sun thought of them not as distant acquaintances now. He wouldn’t be able to think of them as more without fully breaking, he thought.

While the Sun was small in stature he carried a lot of weight, mostly in his heavy satchel- although that sat just outside the ring of cactus he was currently sitting in- and in his giant multi-colored parrot wings. His bones were hollow, but his giant wings held a good amount of weight. He continued to throw punches at the gray man below him. The gray man who was once his friend- a sister star the Sun split from. Maybe once a brother and ally, but now was nothing more than a corpse the Sun sat over. Maybe the body below the Sun was Proxima Centauri, maybe he was a planet like Mars—no, Mars was someone else. Maybe he was Mercury. Maybe something bigger. It really didn’t matter what he was.

He was dead.

Beaten to death by the Sun. The Sun punched his stupid face that he had been stuck with for weeks. The Sun thought he would be happy when he would finally get to leave the body below him. Not like this, he sobbed over the man. Maybe he screamed. Maybe he screamed curses in his mind. Maybe he only let out hiccups of weeps with his shaking breaths. He wasn't fully aware of himself until he shot up from his frantic crying and wiped his tears as the spirits whispered in his ears.

One more to go. They said in unison, One more life to take he filled in the blank.

The Sun had taken eight lives in the past week. While only two were permanent deaths, he still had six different people's blood on his hands—twice the amount of blood for the body under him and the fallen angel who cared for all. He honestly couldn't remember who he was now. Who he was before he turned red before he accidentally led a creeper to kill—Who he was before he forced himself into this game. Everything from before blurred in his mind. A lot of nothing. The same nothing he found when he let himself fall off the nearby cliff (Formally called Pride Rock. He remembered it being called that) and landed on the sandstone below. The same nothing that he found in the void. The void, he guessed, that showed the after. After one died. He sent two people here to this lonely solitary confinement. Maybe he should be glad he sent them here. The sooner they didn't have to deal with everything the Sun hated himself for doing. His hands were dirty and he would never be able to properly wash them.

The Sun opened his eyes. When had he closed them? He was tired, like he just slept for months straight. The Stars stare. Not at the Sun, not at anyone. The Stars stares forward and takes off, just like everyone else when it is time. The Sun kills the most he ever had that time. Take the pain away from others. The Stars is the last standing and the Sun strikes him down.

The Sun opened his eyes. Had he really closed them again? The Moon cries. She screams at the Stars, at the hand, at a zombie with red curly hair. She cries for her late dog with a red collar. She cries for her soulmate that left her. She cries for the sake of crying. The Moon watches as the Stars sacrifices himself for her. Killing them both. It’s counter-productive. Maybe the Moon will forgive him.

The Sun opened his eyes. Closing them seemed to be a pattern. Mars pulls at the ocean’s tides. He’s mad. He smirks, a hand without a head, a hand without his king. Mars is crazed. Mars is manic. He betrays the Stars and a demon, running back to the shores he called home where he runs out of time. The ocean pulls at him while the sand trickles down an hourglass.

The Sun opens his eyes. The pattern repeats. He’s tired. A statue looms above him with secrets that are whispered in his ears. It has a mask with a familiar symbol on it. The Sun closes his eyes. The mask is still burned into his mind. He knows. He can’t escape. He tried before and it worked out so well. So, so, well that, now, he’s stuck in this pattern of death and destruction. He opens them again. The Sun is stuck.

He can only hope to spare his friends from the pain he went through the first time around. He can only hope to kill them before they have to go through the pain of beating their closest friend to death in a ring of cacti in the burning hot sun.

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[midwestmade29]

Need You Now 🧡

After going through a lil dry spell with my writing, this angsty number came out of nowhere 😂 I think it’s my longest story I’ve written to date! I gotta stay out of my funk and get back to it. Too many stories left to tell 🖤

Word count: 2,736 Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Disclaimers: Cursing, alcohol consumption, drunkenness, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

It had been months since you last talked to him. Months since you last felt his warm embrace. Months since you left your cowboy. You’d think the more time went on that being without him would get easier, but it hasn’t. You still miss him- long for him, you’ve just learned to function with a large piece of your heart missing. Matt and Nick gave you updates on Hangman whenever you asked for them, but usually they were all the same. “Still drinking himself stupid, won’t listen to anyone. He asked about you the other day. His face lit up when we told him you are doing well, you could tell he was happy to hear it.” As much as it pained you to hear that Adam was still stuck in his self-destructive ways, you knew there wasn’t much you could do for him that you hadn’t already tried. All the drunken nights you had with him played repeatedly in your mind, always having the same ending where you would go to leave, and Adam would find a way to get you to stay. “Tell me what I can do to make you stay. What I can say, so you won’t leave. I need to know how I can fix this!” was always the classic plea he used along with drunkenly falling to his knees and wrapping his arms around your legs. It usually did the trick.

Working backstage had its advantages because you always knew the schedule for the night, allowing you to duck out of sight whenever Adam was supposed to be around. Avoiding him wasn’t always easy though. There was the time where you heard his voice coming down the hallway and you had to duck into a nearby storage closet to stay out of sight. Or the time you hid behind Satnam Singh when Hangman got backstage early. You knew going to these lengths to stay hidden were ridiculous, but it had to be done. If you were to get one glimpse at Adam’s handsome face, the wall you worked so hard to build around your heart would surely crumble. Call it bad luck, call it fate, whatever it was worked against you when you stepped off the elevator at your hotel and crashed into the person standing on the other side of the doors. Your head was down, your eyes locked onto your phone screen making you unaware of your surroundings at the moment of the collision. Both of you dropped your phones and bent down at the same time to pick them up, all color draining from your face when you saw a picture of yourself light up on the other person’s lock screen.

“Hi, Y/N,” Adam said uncertainly. You were too stunned to pick your jaw up off the floor, so you remained crouched down with your hand over Adam’s phone. The silence between you began to grow uncomfortable the longer you stared at his face until he cleared his throat snapping you out of your stupor. Your cheeks were burning as you apologized, “Oh! I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention! Here’s your phone. I hope it’s alright!” Adam smiled at you when you handed him the phone, reassuring you that everything was all good. When the two of you stood up, it was evident that Adam felt a little embarrassed too as he ran his fingers through his hair and asked, “I guess you saw my lock screen, huh?” You only nodded in response, unsure of what to say to the handsome cowboy in front of you. Adam rocked on his heels, willing the words to come out of his mouth, but instead he remained quiet. A sad smile covered your face when you spoke softly, “Well, I better get going. Sorry again, Adam.” You grabbed your phone gently from his large hand, walking away immediately only to be stopped by a gentle tug on your arm. “Y/N, wait! Please. I-I was hoping we could talk. I’m free right now if you are…” his voice trailed off when he noticed a flash of hurt wash over your face. He knew you were about to make up an excuse and say no, so he had to think of something fast to get you to change your mind. “Please, Y/N. Just give me 5, 10 minutes tops and then we can go our separate ways,” his voice wobbly as he quietly begged. You fought an internal battle within yourself between your heart and your head, your logical mind ultimately winning. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Adam. It was nice to see you though. You look well! I hear you have a title shot next week on Dynamite. Best of luck to you,” you offered with the sincerest smile you could muster up before pulling your arm from his gentle hold and walking away, once again leaving a piece of your heart behind.

Your back slid down the door to your room once it latched with a loud click. The tears you fought so hard to hold inside in front of Adam were flowing freely now, your body quivering as you started to sob. Being face to face with him like that after all this time was just as hard as you thought it would be, and the fact that it was so unexpected made it worse! As you wiped your tears, images of the smile he gave you started to haunt you. His light eyes looking into yours flooded your memory. The sight of his thicker facial hair awakening something deep inside you. When you told Adam that he looked well, you really meant it! He looked much better than The Bucks had led on. His dark circles were a little lighter, his physique a little slimmer and more muscular, and his words came across clearly, no stammering or slurring when he spoke. As you pulled yourself off the floor, you started to regret not taking him up on his offer to talk. His voice sounded as sweet as honey when he said your name- God how you missed hearing it fall from his lips! But the wall around your heart kept him out, protecting you from any more hurt he might cause, leaving you alone again just like how you spent most of your nights. Any other time when you felt like sitting in your feelings, you would indulge yourself in things that made you happy like a bubble bath or eating all chocolate in sight, but tonight you already had plans you had to follow through on. A date to be exact.

Kenny was incredibly sweet, showering you with compliments, opening the car door for you, and pulling out your chair at the restaurant. He had asked you on this date weeks ago, but you just said “yes” a few days ago. You knew you were playing with fire going on a date with Adam’s old tag team partner and friend, but you couldn’t base your life choices on his feelings anymore. “This place is lovely, Kenny! How did you find it?” you asked while placing your napkin on your lap. “A couple friends recommended it. Make sure to save room for dessert, that’s what they’re known for here!” he smiled. Conversation with Kenny was easy and effortless and filled with laughter, all without the help of alcohol. It was refreshing spending an evening with someone that didn’t smell like whiskey or rely on the amber liquid to get through the night. And yet, your mind still drifted back to Hangman. Different scenarios ran wild through your mind as you tried to figure out why Adam seemed to be doing so well during your brief interaction. Was he seeing someone new? Did he actually quit drinking finally? Or was he just simply better off without you? While you wanted Adam to be happy, picturing him with someone else made your heart ache. You knew it was ridiculous to feel that way since you were sitting across the table from his former friend, but it still hurt. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Kenny asked, his voice laced with concern. “You kind of spaced out on me there. What’s on your mind?” Your stomach did a flip at the thought of explaining to Kenny what really was going through your mind, but lying wasn’t really your style. You took a chance and explained the run in you had with Adam earlier, altering the course of your night drastically. “…It was the first time I had been face to face with him in months. I’m sorry for bringing him up on our date, I just wanted to be honest and let you know where my head was at. I understand if you want to call it a night early.” Your eyes fell to your lap after your confession, while Kenny’s face was unreadable. Kenny’s next words made your blood boil.

“I see,” he said flatly. “Take it from someone who has been through this countless times with Hangman. I’ve known him for a long time, spent many days and nights on the road with him and watching him sabotage anything and everything good that comes his way. He won’t change. You can’t change him. He’s a joke Y/N! You’re better off without him.” “How can you say that?! You were his best friend and I know you cared for him. And now, when he needs his friend the most, you toss him out like he’s a piece of trash!” your voice was elevated as your protectiveness over Adam resurfaced. Kenny chuckled through his words when he brought up his next point, “But, didn’t you leave him too? You might not have tossed him to the curb like you claim I did, but you just told me you hadn’t seen him in months. Word it however you want, sugar. You got tired of his drinking and need to wreck everything and left him just like the rest of us did.” Both of you deemed your date unsalvageable after your conversation, so you took an Uber back to your hotel- alone. You paced back and forth in your room, trying to calm your racing mind and make sense of what had happened at dinner. It wasn’t lost on you that you had committed the same offense against Adam like most of his friends did, but you had stuck around longer than anyone else. You tried everything you could to help him, loving him through all the rough days and drunken nights while sacrificing anything and everything you could for him. When you felt like you were being sucked down the same rabbit hole as him, you made the difficult choice to wave the white flag and save yourself.

Anger started to turn into frustration which turned into tears and remorse over how you ended things with Adam. You were considering going on a run to help clear your mind and blow off steam when your phone vibrated on the table. Your heart leaped into your throat when you saw who it was from.

My Cowboy: I have been trying, Y/N. I’m trying to be better for myself, and for you. It may not seem like much, but I have cut way back on my drinking and I’m working on changing the thoughts that go through my head. I’ve been kicking myself all day for letting you walk away again. I should’ve held onto your arm tighter and made you stay and listen to what I wanted to say. I realize my words haven’t always matched up with my actions. I’ll do whatever I can to restore your faith in me.

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you read his words over and over again. You decided you were done with thinking. It was time to feel instead. You rapidly sent your reply to Adam:

My Girl: Room 1585. Hurry.

It took no time at all for a soft knock to tap against your door. With a deep breath, you opened it slowly, revealing the tall and handsome cowboy you fell in love with on the other side. You motioned for him to come in, and he did so cautiously. He knew he wasn’t in the clear yet, having many obstacles to overcome before he could regain your trust again. Adam tried to speak first, but you didn’t let him. Your words were rushed and almost frantic as they left your lips, “I hate how my bed still smells like you. I hate how you’re the first thought that crosses my mind in the morning and before I fall asleep at night. I hate that no matter how hard I tried, I never stopped thinking of you. I’m sorry I left you. I’m sorry I gave up on you.” Adam closed the gap between you, cupping your cheek in his hand while looking deeply in your eyes. You felt yourself melt in his palm, his words making part of the wall around your heart crumble, “I realize now just how much of a problem my drinking and negative thoughts were. Looking back on how things ended between us, I understand why you left. You didn’t deserve all those late-night calls and texts, or me showing up at your door drunk off my ass. I put you in a terrible position time and time again, and you stayed longer than you should have. It’s me who is sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so sorry for all the trouble and pain I’ve caused you.” Adam rested his forehead against yours, a weight felt like it had been lifted off your shoulders hearing him apologize. This time it truly felt different. It felt like a real apology and not one that was meaningless like all the ones before. You knew you were done for after Adam brushed his nose against yours and whispered, “You know, you never really left me, Y/N. I always carried you with me in my heart. You’ve been my motivation to do better- to be better. I will show you that I’m worth one last chance.”

Kissing your cowboy again was something you had dreamt about many times over the past few months. When your lips crashed against his, the kiss was even better than you could’ve imagined! He no longer tasted like whiskey, just pure sweetness, and love. You moaned into Adam’s mouth as your tongues danced together to an old familiar song, intertwining themselves and leaving you breathless. The air in the room was thick with desire, the temperature surely had risen at least 20 degrees! Hagman lifted you with ease, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist as he carried you over to the bed. He refused to let you go as he gently lowered you onto the mattress, pulling you as close to him as physically possible. What started out as pure sugar, quickly changed into spice as you and your cowboy practically ripped each other’s clothes off! Your body shivered against Adam’s once you were finally skin on skin, and you gasped when he slid himself inside of you. His movements were purposeful and deep as his tip brushed against your walls, hitting all the right spots! Adam cursed under his breath the more pleasure overtook him, and when your name fell from his lips in a breathy moan, you felt yourself start to unravel. “A-Adam! I’m so close. Please, don’t st-stop!” you cried out. Your words encouraged him to keep his pace, ultimately bringing you to your climax. His words elevated your orgasm that much more, “That’s it, my angel. Let yourself go all over me. God, you’re so beautiful!” You let out a contented sigh as you came down from your high and as you felt your cowboy pulsate against your walls as he filled you with his seed.

Your heart felt whole as you laid in Adam’s embrace. The warmth of his body against yours was something you had missed dearly, and you felt like you could stay like this forever. The two of you had a long road ahead filled with hard work, patience, and love as you both try to make things right and start on a new journey. You had a sense of renewed hope after reuniting with Adam, and you could only pray that you would never have to experience your heart walking around outside of your body again.

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[gacha-hellcorner]

Footloose!

Part 1 || Part 2

Asking the Twisted Boys to do this with you ♡

GN reader, assuming you are the one being lifted 

Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia  

Scarabia

Kalim

Cater showed him this video during their club, and he immediately rushed to you and asked if you guys could try it 

Very excited to try it out

Little bit clumsy because of it but gets it down pretty quick

Is so SO happy when you guys get it 

spins you a little

If he sees any other partner tricks he’ll probably ask you to try it too

9/10

Jamil

Refuses at first 

he has a child to take care of 

but he is also a dancer at heart 

Will give in pretty quickly

Gets it down in 2 or 3 

Probably wants to make a little routine out of it 

10/10

Pomefiore 

Vil 

Oh? The potato wants a partner? 

will only agree if you guys are close 

Will also make sure you have it down perfectly 

If this is going anywhere online both partners gotta look good, ya know?

As shown in the Fairy Gala, he is a strict teacher 

One tough training session later and you guys got it down perfectly though 

9/10

Rook

You are scrolling through Tiktok and find this video

and then this mf pops outta nowhere 

“Ah, Trickster, would you care to try it out with moi~?”

WHY ARE YOU HERE??? WHERE DID YOU COME FROM???

But yeah, you do want to try it 

OK. I just know that this man has good tiddies and strong arms show it to me mouse

Gets it in 1 and is real dramatic about it 

“The way your hair cascades down your face, and the sparkle in your eyes. Ah, you feel heavenly in my arms. What beauté~ ♡”

uhhhhhh 10/10 if you can get past the... Rook-ness 

Epel 

Is sitting with you when you come across this and hears you make a comment about how you want to try it

Immediately offers himself as your partner. Wants to prove how manly he is ᕙ(o‸o)ᕗ

In fact he picks you up right then and there to prove he can do it 

Slow down there cowboy 

If Epel is anything, it’s spitefully determined, so after many attempts over a few days he gets it down 

so proud of himself ♡

head might be a little too close to the ground because he’s short lol

6/10

Ignihyde 

Idia

Pls don’t ask this man part 2

He is not made for physical activity 

If you’re in a relationship tho, shoot him the puppy eyes and BANG! his heart ♡🥺

he’ll attempt it with you, but ultimately, drops you 

apologizes and hides under his blanket mumbling about stupid normie trends 

1/10 but A for effort

Ortho (platonic)

You want to try it with him? He would love to!

He’s studied the video; he’s got the placements and timing down perfectly 

but... he’s a little short, so do you want try it in the air? 

He’ll only hover high enough to ensure you won’t hit your head. There’s a 99% success rate

If you don’t, that’s fine you can lift Ortho instead!

I think Idia gave him a light build, so he probably wouldn’t be too heavy to pick up

He’ll also help guide you through it!

10/10 fun bonding activity to do with your little bro

Diasomnia

Malleus

Ah, how intriguing, he’d be honored to help you out. But tell me Child of Man, what is this “Tiktok?” Is that not the sound a clock makes? 

Very happy that you consider him close enough to ask him to do fun things like this

Gets it in 1 as expected and is graceful with it as well 

doesn’t want to let you go just yet and offers up a dance 

anything to just keep holding you really

10/10 he is a simp

Lilia 

Oh? You want this old bat as your partner? Fufufufu~

He could get it down in one if he wanted to, buuuuuuut it’s more fun to have you help guide him

You just look so adorable trying to explain it to him. He just can’t help himself ♡

May or may not start floating with you in the middle of it 

Sorry, sorry, the squeak of surpise you let out is too cute for him to miss out on 

Will also ask you to lift him as well 

7/10 

Silver 

Agrees to it. Probably thinks it’s good for weight training and swift movements

Also you seem really excited about it and he just can’t say no with how happy you look🥺

Is a fast learner and gets it down quickly 

It’s like a fairytale the way it plays out - just the two of you in the forest, surrounded by his animal friends who watch along curiously 

You let out a giggle of adrenaline and happiness after he dips you and stare up into his aurora like eyes 

and then he gives you that heart melting soft smile 

Can you feel you heart racing?

Is Silver truly just a second year or is he really a prince coming to sweep you off your feet?

10/10 would recommend can you tell who my bias is?

Sebek 

HE DOES NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR SILLY HUMAN GAMES. CAN’T YOU SEE THAT WAKASAMA NEEDS TO BE ATTENDED TO??

Yeah, you’re gonna have to convince Sebek that this is some sort of training that can help him be a better knight for Malleus 

Which shouldn’t be that difficult because he’s gullible 

Gets sort of flustered at how close you are for it 

Makes him slip up more times that he would like to admit but gets it down 

Probably wants to show his accomplishment off to Malleus

7/10

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