#the great cognito

[jjaydazo]

Hello! @sin-cognito I'm your secret frans santa!

I see you like mafiafell frans! especially from the fanfic "Sooner or Later You're Gonna Be Mine"

I hope the comic adaption of this scene from chap 10 is enough as your gift! I tried to replicate a from the comic art style itself.

thank you @venelona for hosting this event, i had a great time learning the OG art style from the comic.

#frans #fransmas #secret frans santa #sans x frisk #sooner or later you're gonna be mine #frisk x sans #also better later than never q-q

[swanpyart]

INSIDE JOB PART 2 Spoilers: Ron and Reagan

Honestly, I feel like people are a bit too hard on Ron in the finale. I feel like his feelings about not wanting to be involved with the Shadow Governments are perfectly reasonable and, if Reagan weren't so attached to her colleagues and Brett, and wasn't as ambitious in her career path, she would have immediately gone with him.

I don't think Reagan or Ron is wrong for their feelings. That's kind of the point: they care about each other but ultimately have different priorities. And, also, they're both clearly traumatized from their own experiences and trying to work it out in different ways.

Like, Ron is clearly self-destructive and pushes people away when he feels he's unable to connect with them. I think that's part of why Brett initially disliked him; Ron has little drive to appeal to others and is perpetually disconnected because of his own trauma. Brett starts to like him when he becomes more sincere in his approach. Not to mention, he's low-key kind of suicidal; he doesn't seem to want to die, but his obsession with memories seems to stem from his intense guilt. He was raised Catholic and clearly harbors intense shame for his entire life, and has spent his entire career doing awful shit, so he feels weighed down by his own brain and his own existence. The way he describes his experience drinking an entire vat of memory-erasing fluid sounds like he's describing a suicide attempt to Reagan. In the end, the only way Ron was able to free himself from his perpetual guilt is to forget it all, and he just assumed the same for Reagan, by assuming that this guilt was something they had in common. And he's not ENTIRELY wrong; Reagan has expressed countless times how much she's hated her job and her coworkers, so, naturally, he assumed she'd be excited to run away from it all with him.

Reagan, is not like that at all, though. She is constantly curious, determined, and angry. She doesn't resign herself to sit back and let the world burn, she wants to DO something. And erasing all of her memories would serve no purpose to her, because she prioritizes her own autonomy and mind, and her connections to others as above her own sense of peace. (plus, Rand has erased her memories before, and she probably doesn't want to go through that again). To Ron, ignorance is bliss and truth has caused him great pain, but to Reagan, ignorance blinds her to the truth of the world. It blinded her to how awful her father was, of how to open up to others, and how to accept the unfairness of the world.

Besides, and this might be a hot take, Ron is ABSOLUTELY correct when he says Reagan should quit her job. Every episode shows that Cognito is basically a zoo full of insane, awful people, Reagan has had to deal with monsters of all kinds, has nearly died on several occasions, and her coworkers are all assholes (even if they do care for her deep down). Remember, Ron hasn't seen everything we've seen of the company, and from his reactions, it seems the Cognito is WAY more dysfunctional than the Illuminati, meaning that Reagan is in even more danger. I mean, a halloween party culminated in everyone getting contaminated with a virus in which everyone wants to be his friend (and as someone with social anxiety, that is my worst nightmare). Ron even says that every time they get together in public they nearly die.

And you might say, "well, why doesn't Ron just quit and let Reagan work?" Even if he did, he'd have to live with the constant fear of his girlfriend/potential wife possibly dying from whatever horrific event is happening at her job that day, and their relationship (as shown in the alternate timelines) would eventually deteriorate, because its extremely difficult to control the entire world and lead a fulfilling romantic life at the same time. Even in Part 1, Bear-O said that her job at Cognito makes her life more difficult. Ron's whole Appleton plan would start them off with a clean slate.

A clean slate isn't what Reagan wants. She would lose all that she's worked for, and she would never give that up. In the end, they both lost what they wanted (each other) and got what they needed (Ron gets peace, and Reagan gets her means to make actual change).

If anything, I feel that Reagan and Ron's relationship, in some ways, is a direct parallel to Rand and Tamiko's relationship. Both Rand and Reagan want to rule the world, but they have someone they love who simply can't accept it and continue as if nothing is wrong. The difference between Rand and Reagan is that, while Rand insists that he can have both the entire world and the validation of this one person, Reagan knows she can't have both and lets Ron go, because she loves him.

#inside job netflix #ron statler #inside job Ron #reagan ridley #reagan ridley inside job #inside job #ij #ij spoilers #inside job part 2 #inside job part two #inside job rand ridley #inside job rand #rand ridley

[sin-sidejob]

Hi! If you don't mind taking requests, could you write headcanons for Brett Hand with a shy s/o that has crochet as their love language? Lol himbo lives in my head rent free and I'm always like "Hey I heard you offhandedly mention this is your favorite color, have a scarf I made"

No worries if you don't want to, thanks!

Brett Hand x GN!Reader:

Tethered

Warnings: SFW, GENDER NEUTRAL, canon aligned depictions and material, BRETTS SIX PACK MAKES AN APPEARANCE, brett cries but it’s happy, food mention once, about coffee that Brett’s pouring no actual consuming of food or drink

Contents: SO PAINFULLY SWEET YOURE GONNA NEED TO BOOK A DENTIST APPOINTMENT, istg it’s so cute and y’all two are fools, brett needs love and cries when he gets it

Author note: this is so precious as a concept and thank you for submitting this request I literally fell in love with the idea when I first read this ask. Muah — all the kisses for you

Brett had always been accustomed to giving more love than recieving it. From his siblings, his parents, childhood friends and fraternity brothers. Even coworkers. But working with Cognito Incorporated opened his heart a bit with how he got to receive love, true affection back.

The one who cracked that well-guarded heart was you.

He was not immediately enamored by you. Not so say he didn’t find you incredibly awesome and cool, someone he immediately befriended and got along with. Brett just hadn’t fallen in love with you immediately.

That’s not to say it didn’t take long for him to actually develop feelings, strong ones, that had him pining after you wistfully in a manner that irritated the fuck out of each and every member of the gang. Andre was this close to just throwing a bunch of illicit drug recipes together in attempts to create a love potion or something adjacent.

He was this close to being nothing but a literally lovesick puppy, trailing and tripping over your feet and eager to get any meagre amount of attention and affection from you. Brett would literally lie his head on your knee or lap while you worked at your desk if he could, and just beam up at you.

He’s sick in the head. The good kind. Lovesick.

Throughout all of this, he thinks you’re just oblivious to him or don’t really know him. Think of him as a stranger. The truth is quite the opposite, with you being incredibly interested and intrigued by the man. Finding him charming and sweet, complete package looks and personality wise. No one’s got a bad word to say about him.

That and he’s the type to lend you an umbrella when it’s pouring when he’s only got the one between the two of you. That’s because he did.

You had stayed late working on a report for your department that got lost in the shuffle and needed to be expedited, forgetting the time and hurrying out only to find the parking lot in a down pour. While mentally bracing to make a run for it, you catch Brett Hand extending his umbrella and offering it.

“You can have it! My car’s closer than yours is, makes sense that way.”

And you’re about to offer just sharing it and walking together but the man carries on, rambling about how you can even keep it if you want and he flushes before dashing out, drenching himself in a mad dash for his car truly not parked to far away. Sadly, rain still dealt harshly on his button down.

Luckily for you, you got a glimpse of his shirt when drenched, understanding the appeal of wet t-shirt contests immensely now that you fell into a stupor just looking at his chest.

He tucks into his car, seating himself in the drivers seat and buckling before taking a second to check his mirrors — he’s that great of a driver? Where did he come from, an L.L. Bean catalogue?— and starts the radio before turning back to glance at you, sitting underneath the lip of the building entrance and shrouded from the rain. He waves.

You wave back.

Brett doesn’t pull out of the parking lot and he gets confused looking at you standing there before you realize with one of those “oh shit I’m being stupid” moments that you need to go to your own car, go on home, and he’s waiting to make sure you get out okay. As you unfold the umbrella and lift it overhead and step out into the rain, you make a note of visiting the cloning department to ask about Brett and whether he’s real or not.

You lose yourself in thought but make it to your car, stepping into the drivers seat in a mirrored motion similar to Brett and do your routine, turning the car on and checking the mirrors and backseat, turning the radio on then pulling up navigation. And as you tuck the closed umbrella against the shotgun seat, you glance back and see Brett scrolling through his phone and glance up to catch your eye and he smiles, waves again cheerily.

Good lord he’s not real. Did Hallmark start back up their cloning company again? It’s not Christmas yet.

You put the car in drive, passing his in the parking lot as you pull out to the main road leading to the highway for your route home. You try not to think of him when you sing along to the radio when the lyrics of love songs catch your throat.

—

Brett sees you alone the next week, not catching an eyeful of you between the rainy day and now. He can’t take his eyes off you and he nearly overflows the coffee cup in his hand in the communal kitchen.

You look so lovely and he’s trying to figure out what you have done with your hair and then the next he knows you are already on your way and walking up to him.

“Hi Brett.”

“Hi!”

He’d shoot himself in the foot if he could.

You look amused at how his tone lifted in pitch when he saw you, bright smile unwavering and shift on your feet. “I wanted to thank you for the other day and wanted to make you something — and it’s completely fine if you don’t like it! I won’t be offended.” You’re lying through your teeth.

Brett flushes crimson, pretty pink on his tanned cheeks and tugs his lip between his teeth, smiling like a child and his eyes get wide with joy, thinking you at least have to like him somewhat to make him something.

“You didn’t have to do that! Going out of your way and everything, but I’m sure I’ll love it. I don’t know how there could be anything you could make that I wouldn’t love.”

While he’s berating himself for almost just confessing all his feelings, you’re trying to not let your heart unravel and pool at your feel like an upturned spool of twine.

You shift and remove your hands from behind your back, revealing a bundle of fabric in this lovely apricot shade. His favorite color — orange. It’s tied with a big bow, one of those wired ones from the craft store, something personal about it that has his tummy seizing and twirling at the same time. God he could cry.

He tunes back in, eyes glancing between the bundle of fabric in your palms and up to your lips that move, and he’s just entranced. Bewitched. Ensnared.

“- like to crochet sometimes, it’s fun and it keeps my hands busy and my mind empty. But I hope you like it, Gigi told me it was your favorite color and I wanted to repay you.”

“Can I hug you?”

“What?”

You quite nearly drop the scarf you made for him when you hear Brett speak and hold yourself back from screaming yes but just manage a nod and a somewhat timid smile, muttering a sure that makes both of your grins wider.

He smells like old spice and old fashioned cologne, like hand cream and coffee, feels like a dream and his arms wrap around you and you want to cling to them and beg him to never let go.

Instead you don’t, you hug him back, and say nothing about the tears that flick at the collar of your shirt’s neckline and how he tugs you so close. You just run a hand through his hair and hum, unworried about the scarf pressed between you and your worries for if you’d ever get to be close to him.

You already were, and with the strong arms wrapped around you, you felt tied and strung to him, utterly hooked. With his head on your shoulder and feeling his watery smile there against your pulse, you had no worries. No loose threads.

You just felt him.

#inside job #my inside job #personal inside job #brett hand headcanon #Brett Hand #Brett hand x reader #brett x reader #Brett Hand x gn!reader #x gn reader #x gn!reader #brett hand imagine

[froggy-frogz]

The "gang" as Brent likes to call them, reacting to the reader being trans? Ftm, because on their first day everybody was misgendering them even though they said they were a guy.

If you don't want to do it, that's a-okay with me <3 I'm also so glad you're happy about your new job, I bet you'll do great once there are kids <33

A/N: AHHH thank you!! And I love writing trans masc readers so ofc I will do this. Thank you for requesting sm, I really enjoy writing your requests, they're always nice to see in my inbox.

The Gang x Trans Guy!Reader

TW: Misgendering, slight transphobia

I don't think that Cognito, Inc would tolerate any sort of hate toward anyone based on who they are or etc, but it's going to happen, so obviously there'd be some sort of issue.

Reagan

Oh boy, the second she figures or you tell her that you're trans, and that you were getting misgendered, she gets extremely upset.

I feel that Reagan is on the trans spectrum, [my own hc being that she uses she/they and would consider herself nonbinary] so she understands a bit what's going on.

She doesn't allow any sort of transphobia at Cognito, Inc, so she'll have you tell her who said something to you.

If it's a lot of people, even if they aren't doing it on purpose, she'll either take it up to JR or take it upon herself to make pins or lanyards with everyone's name and pronouns.

She's very pushy about this. She's not going to allow anyone to further misgender you, on purpose or not.

If she does find anyone doing it on purpose, they're either going to get fired or yelled at. Or both.

Brett

Brett's going to be one of those people who when he meets you, and you tell him that you're trans, he's going to be like, "Oh really, I thought you were like, a cis guy."

Brett grew up in what I think is a very religious, conservative family, but living in DC, it's very hard to not run into queer or trans people, so he's going to learn a lot very quickly.

He's like Reagan where he will not allow anyone to misgender you.

As you two get closer, he might ask you some questions, to understand better what it does mean to be trans, but he's just curious and wants to help.

Glenn

Uh, he might be one of the people misgendering you.

He would be one of the people to say that "In my time-" 

There may or may not have to be an intervention.

I feel like even though he's a dick if he's explained things and is sat down and talked to, he'll understand more.

Also, he might get threatened to be fired so that helps.

He might misgender you here and there, but he will try.

Gigi

She upon meeting you might misgender you once, but after you correct her, never again.

She's like Reagan where she won't let anyone misgender you.

She's literally the #1 ally over here.

If you have issues with anyone or anything you go to her and she fixes it within minutes. No one messes with you. Or her.

 Andre

Bro, he's high as shit when you first meet so he might or might not misgender you. He apologizes profusely though, and he does mean it, the dude feels bad.

When he gets closer to you, he will help you transition.

The dude would literally make you your HRT.

If you come to him saying that you're getting misgendered by someone else, he might not be the best at confrontation, but he will have the rest of the gang help him out.

Myc

He's literally a talking mushroom.

When you come out to him when you first meet, he's like "Cool".

I don't think talking mushrooms necessarily have a concept of gender, so he rolls with it.

But since he lives around humans, he has some concepts and after talking to him about it, he understands a lot more.

If he finds out that anyone is misgendering you, he's not going to be very nice. He will retaliate, and what is that person going to do? Nothing. Myc's not going to get fired for giving it to someone, he's like, [to our knowledge] the only mushroom there.

#inside job #inside job x reader #inside job hc #reagan ridley x reader #reagan ridley hc #brett hand x reader #brett x reader hc #gigi x reader #glenn inside job #myc x reader #inside job andre x reader #x reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x reader hcs

[akayukihime]

Bad Decisions (Pt. 1) - Brett Hand/Reader

A drug-enduced hookup is a scandal in and of itself, even at Cognito Inc. Despite being in the entire office’s hot seat, you’re horrified by something else entirely: your growing crush on Brett Hand.

Crossposted on AO3 @akayukihime​

“I am this fucking close to putting in my two weeks,” Reagan blurted out as she and you walked into a conference room. She pinched her fingers together for emphasis. You didn’t utter a word in acknowledgment, but you agreed with her sentiment. The both of you stared ahead at the usual scene in front of you: everyone was plastered, even Brett. Myc let out a groan that you couldn’t find yourself to pity. It was always weird thinking about how a sentient hallucinogenic mushroom could get itself high. Ever since you started working at Cognito Inc., though, you were left with little to disbelieve.

“You’d think that a secret government agency would have more competent employees,” she grumbled, rubbing her temples erratically. That poor girl needs a vacation, you thought ruefully, nodding in agreement.

“Awe, I’m totally competent,” Brett whined, looking up at the two of you from where he was on the floor. You were surprised you didn’t see any lipstick smudged across his face or collar. Jealousy twinged in your gut as you remembered when he hooked up with Gigi, who was across the room and appeared to be struggling to type something on her phone.

“Right, (Name)?” Brett asked, looking into your eyes with a stare that left you a little flustered.

“I mean, yeah, sometimes,” you knew you would feel bad if you said no, but you tacked on the last bit so Reagan wouldn’t think ill of your reply.

“I don’t even know what to say, but I’m not surprised…” Reagan huffed. You shot her a worried look. The bags under her eyes were so dark that they resembled Halloween makeup. You didn’t want to think about the last time she slept—or showered. You subconsciously inched yourself out of the doorway and into the room.

“Ray, why don’t you just let me handle this?” You asked, trying to be helpful. To put it in Layman’s terms, you were the middle man between Reagan and Brett; you weren’t as uptight as the former, but not a hopeless himbo like the latter. You could be trusted with responsibilities, but didn’t take on an unhealthy amount like the somewhat-reclusive daughter of Rand Ridley. You were also able to let loose, which is what you would have preferred to do at the moment.

“Are you sure?” Reagan looked around the room again, her eyelid twitching. You nodded and her shoulders slacked.

“I would say go home, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you leave work before seven…” you trailed off, watching as Brett stretched out on the floor, noting his loose tie and unbuttoned jacket. You had seen him half-naked before, because he always managed to be lacking clothes at inappropriate times, but you found yourself staring at his exposed collarbone.

“Okay, (Name), see you.” Reagan looked at you with impossibly tired eyes and you smiled sympathetically, your eyes crinkling as you did so.

“I’ll see you ‘round, Ridley.”

You watched as she trailed off down the hallway and turned the corner almost hurriedly. You knew she was tired and you hoped she would doze off while working on something if it meant she could at least get a few hours of sleep.

Finally, you unceremoniously turned to your coworkers, not flinching at the fact that none of them were sober, and settled yourself on the floor. Just because you were making sure nothing bad happened didn’t mean you couldn’t join the fun, right?

“I’ll pass on any psychedelics, but if we’re just smoking weed, it’s a different story,” you looked at Andre, who grinned and passed you a small bong.

“Sweet,” you muttered, holding it up to your lips.

“Wow, you sure are great at ‘handling’ these work conflicts,” Myc commented, his voice slurred as he gestured toward you with one of his tentacle arms. You shrugged, taking your time with each hit. You exhaled slowly through your mouth, your throat tickling and urging out a cough.

Wherever Andre gets his weed from, you needed to know. On second thought, he probably grew it himself. Regardless, you weren’t paranoid or anxious whatsoever; you’d argue that you were at peace, even if you were on the floor, slumped over against a large table. If you were this zen every time you were high, maybe you’d be as dependent on drugs as the doctor. You shook the thought from your head, thankful for your ability to function sober in your daily life.

It wasn’t long until your peace of mind would be disturbed.

Brett had scooted over to your happy little corner, smiling widely. You looked over at him and met his eyes. Almost immediately, you looked away. You were acting almost as jittery as Reagan.

“Man, I haven’t been this high since my days in Pi Kappa Alpha. Oh, they had the best hazing rituals.” The brunet remarked, seeming to relish in the memory which most definitely happened differently than he chose to remember it. You nodded in lieu of poking fun at him.

“‘That so?” You asked, tilting your head and looking at him with lidded eyes.

“Yeah, those six hours were the most fun I’ve ever had. You see, it was…” Brett’s voice sounded more like white noise than an actual conversation you still had to engage in. You felt loose, hazy, like you could melt into the floor. You were enjoying yourself so much that you didn’t quite pay attention to what he was saying anymore. Your eyes trained on his lips and tongue as he spoke, trailing down to his ruffled shirt and loosened red tie. Sure, he was a distraction in your usual work environment, but this was bad. Unfortunately, your brain was too fried to realize how overt you were being.

You blinked yourself out of your reverie when you realized something: this was the perfect opportunity and the perfect excuse to get intimate with your coworker. The thought of fucking Brett made the back of your neck heat up, and your mind lingered on the idea for way too long. You were trying to imagine the details of his face and body in such an intimate and vulnerable situation, and you felt your face flush even more. Why are you so flustered? You reasoned with yourself that it was only because of how hot he is, nothing more.

Whatever, fuck it.

You shuffled over to Brett, straddling his lap and shoving one of your knees between his legs. Your hands came to his shoulders, flattening wrinkles on his crisp, white shirt. He had a nervous smile plastered across his face. He is so cute. You grinned playfully, leaning down and kissing up his jaw.

“Wanna go back to my office?” You watched him expectantly, biting your lip. You were a little nervous. It had to be the drugs, right?

“Yeah, sure.” Brett blinked, looking pleasantly surprised at your offer.

You took his larger hand in yours and the two of you snuck out of the conference room. It was only a few corridors and hallways down, close for convenience. You thanked God or whatever higher being in dark robes that existed that you were spared an elevator ride. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to act normal enough to convince whoever watched the elevator security footage that the two of you weren’t about to hook up.

Soon enough you were in your office, which was luckily a closed off room. As the overseer of finance, you had similar status to Reagan and Brett, but while Reagan had her lab, you had a spacious office where you were able to sort through Cognito Inc.’s annual revenue and costs, insurance policies, and new ways to evade taxes every year.

You shut and locked the door with a quiet click. Even though you had been in here many times, you took in your surroundings. The large windows behind your desk overlooked a nice view similar to J.R.’s. No one could see you from the busy street far below, but the off chance that someone did was exciting to consider. You unbuttoned your blouse halfway down, revealing your (luckily nice) bra. Brett’s eyes found their way to your chest and he couldn’t look away. You felt exposed—the weight of his gaze was something you had never felt before. Something about it excited you, causing a heat to pool in between your legs as he approached you.

“Okay, wow, this is happening,” Brett looked a little nervous, and that made you want him even more. If he hadn’t wanted to do this, he would’ve said so. Even if he was a people pleaser and high off his ass, he seemed just as interested in sexual endeavors with you as you were with him. Despite this, you just wanted to make sure.

“Is this okay?” You came up to Brett, placing your hands on his chest. He nodded eagerly and wrapped his arms around your waist. You leaned up to kiss him, and he returned twofold. You were caught off guard by his eagerness, but tried to kiss him more fervently to match his pace.

Brett reached down and grabbed the meat of your thigh, hiking your leg up his side. You sighed into his mouth as he grabbed at your leg and held your body flush against his. You felt his dick press against you through your clothes and your ears prickled with heat. You were thrilled that he seemed to want you—bad.

Suddenly, you pulled away, and Brett actually frowned at the loss of contact. That look he was giving you was enough to get you off alone. Slinking an arm around his shoulder and pressing yourself back against him, you moved your hand down to the bulge in his slacks, rubbing against his erection tentatively. He groaned quietly, breathing a hot breath down your neck, causing you to shiver.

You traced the brunet’s pants in the shape of a heart and then moved to palm his clothed cock. The moments were slow and deliberate, almost teasing. Seeing him like this was something you just couldn’t put in words, so you decided that you were going to show him with your actions. You squeezed your thighs together when the sound of a repressed whimper left his lips, which were now a little red and swollen.

“You’re doing so good, Brett,” you whispered quietly, your tone genuine and loving. He let out a shallow breath, clearly turned on by your words of praise.

“I wanna make you feel good…too,” he whispered back, and you swore your heart skipped about four beats. You cupped his cheek with your hand that had been around his neck and looked up at him, brushing your thumb on his smooth face. How does this man never have any stubble?

“Maybe another night. Right now, I’m here for you, pretty boy,” your lips curled into a smile as you finished your sentence. Brett’s mouth formed into a small ‘o’, but he didn’t protest. You held his shoulders and guided him backwards to your office chair. He sat, his legs slightly spread out and his arms resting on each side. You stood in front of him and slowly started taking off your clothes.

Your shoes went first; you slid the comfortable loafers off and placed them next to each other on the floor. Then was your blouse, halfway unbuttoned but still tucked into your faded black pencil skirt. You casually tugged it out of your bottoms, taking your time to unbutton the rest of the buttons before shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor. Next was your skirt, which had a tiny zipper that you didn’t rush to unzip. Playing things out seemed to be working, because one glance at Brett and you could see that his hard-on was straining against his pants. He bit his lip as he tried not to cover himself up.

Finally, you tugged off your skirt and let it join your blouse on the ground. You were left in your bra, underwear, and a bland pair of tights. You clearly had not planned on presenting your half-naked self to the titular coworker, or else you would’ve worn nicer undergarments or even lingerie.

Brett stared, perhaps in awe, at your figure. His hand moved so he could palm himself through his pants. You blushed, the bold action catching you off guard, but you tried to keep it together. You shook your head and climbed on top of him, straddling him and placing your hands on his chest.

“Let me take care of you, alright?” You looked at him with a lidded gaze, which he returned. He nodded and mumbled an, “okay,” with an already fucked-out look on his face (you were just getting started, too). Honestly, you found it kind of cute. The way he could barely look at you, or maybe it was how he was breathing a little erratically. 

You could hardly wait.

As a way of testing the waters, you slowly circled your hips, grinding against Brett’s crotch. He groaned almost painfully, and you took that as a good sign. Holding onto his shoulders, you started to dry hump where you felt his enclosed cock. With each rock of your hips, you felt your clit throb with pleasure. You sighed, breathing hard through your nose. Momentarily, you locked eyes with him and he gave you a pleading look, but you didn’t stop.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, his hands moving to hold your waist in an attempt to help you grind on him. You moved your hips at a more fervent pace, giddily watching him fall apart underneath you. And oh, he just felt so good rubbing against your clit, now swollen in your damp underwear.

“I—,” he choked out, “I think I’m going to cum.”

And just like that, you stopped, completely halting the motions of your hips. You yourself were making your way to your own orgasm. Brett gave you a look of utter devastation, but you brought a hand up to his face and rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“Good boy.”

Brett let out a small gasp as you moved your hands down to his pants, undoing his belt and pulling his fly down. You grazed his straining erection with gentle hands before finally pulling his length out of his white underwear. Of course his underwear is white, you thought to yourself, but quickly brushed the amusing thought away to focus on the task at hand.

“Thank God I take birth control,” you muttered as you pulled your underwear to the side and lined Brett’s cock up with your dripping entrance. You held his length and dragged it up and down your other lips. The way the head of his dick felt against your clit had both him and you moaning already.

Finally, you lowered yourself onto his cock. The two of you moaned as you stretched out around him. Moving at an almost grueling pace, you used his shoulders as leverage to lift yourself up and back down on his length. Unsurprisingly, his dick fit you perfectly. Your eyes filled with adoration as you began to ride him, but, unbeknownst to you, your feelings for him hardly held a candle to his.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Brett chanted under his breath, his chest rising and falling with each large breath he took. If you weren’t so focused on the way his cock hit your g-spot, you might’ve noticed the way he was looking at you. His heart was full and beating hard. Adrenaline pumped through his veins like liquid fire and he gave up on holding back his gasps and groans. His hands grabbed at your bare sides as he rocked his hips up into yours.

“Oh, p-please, I…”

You didn’t mind his neediness; on the contrary, you started fucking him more erratically as you felt your own climax on the horizon. Your clit bumped up against his pants as you rolled your hips, sending twinges of pleasure from your core to the rest of your body. You moved to grab onto his forearm, watching the way his eyebrows knitted together as he occasionally babled your name along with a string of curses.

“You feel so good, oh my God,” you hissed out as you continued to fuck yourself on his dick. He breathlessly agreed with your sentiment, his cheeks and shoulders flushed with pleasure.

“Can I cum inside of you?” Brett asked weakly as if to imply his impending orgasm, rolling his hips without any sort of rhythm. This time, you were going to make sure he came.

“Y-yeah,” you nodded vigorously, trying to focus on guiding the two of you each to your own orgasms. And when that wire inside of you was pulled so tight that it finally snapped, you moaned his name loudly. You tried your best not to stop until he came, which he did—hard.

The feeling of so suddenly being filled with the brunet’s cum was something that you tried to ingrain into your mind. You wanted to remember this forever, or even better, experience it again. Your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, your brain was fuzzy despite you having sobered up, and you were undoubtedly going to be sore from riding him so hard.

You closed your eyes for a moment, catching your breath and relishing in the feeling of Brett still being inside of you. The moment only lasted for a brief moment because you suddenly felt a hand on your face. Your eyelids fluttered open at the feeling of the man’s gentle caress against your cheek. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you felt your cheeks prickle with heat. Finally meeting his gaze, you were surprised to see him already looking at you.

Brett felt a lot less nervous than he had earlier; he hardly wanted to move from out of his position in your chair, and he just couldn’t get enough of the way you looked right now. He sighed softly, cocking his head to the side as he went to stroke your hair. That is, before he stopped himself. 

“We should…get cleaned up.”

“Yeah,” you agreed with a small smile plastered on your face. You hadn’t even realized you were smiling until you opened your mouth to respond to him.

“There’s a bathroom attached to my office,” you whispered, “we can—“

“I got it. You stay here.” Brett insisted, looking up at you with a fixed expression. Your heart skipped once more and you averted your eyes to a plant in the far corner of your office. After another moment, you finally pulled yourself off of the man and collected your clothes, shrugging your blouse back on but hesitating to button it back up.

Brett tucked himself back into his pants and headed off in the direction you pointed him in. For a moment, you were left there alone. You stared at the now open bathroom door and the yellow-white light that spilled out of the room, and you tried not to focus on the feeling of cum dripping down your leg. Brett’s cum. Inside of you. The words took a second to register, and by the time the brunet came back, you were blushing.

“Here, lemme get this,” he awkwardly leaned down and wiped you up with a paper towel before quickly returning to the bathroom to flush it down the toilet and wash his hands. Always a people pleaser, that man.

You finally put your skirt back on and tucked your blouse in before zipping it up. Luckily, you had worn only a little bit of makeup to work that day, so the only thing that looked off about you was your hair, which was slightly frazzled. Brett’s was as well, so, to his utter delight, you quickly fixed it for him.

“There you go,” you smiled, trying not to think about how the two of you were a lot more sober than you had been earlier. Brett thanked you sheepishly.

“Uh, I-I’m gonna get going. See you, (Name),” He rubbed the back of his head as he slowly backed up to the door before finally unlocking it and leaving. Well, that was weird. You didn’t expect that he would have been in such a rush to leave. You wanted to shrug it off, but that odd feeling lingered in your mind before spreading to your heart and the pit of your stomach.

“Don’t worry,” you said to yourself as you checked the time on your phone. 5:08 PM. Damn, it’s time for me to get going too. You collected a couple of folders and put them in your bag before slinging it over your shoulder.

“It’s okay, tomorrow things will be normal. It’ll be business as usual.”

Yeah. Business as usual…

#brett hand #inside job #brett hand x reader #brett hand smut #smut

[bloodstainsontengensfloor]

Rewatching Inside Job again and just thinking about how great the ending is in a sense of what it set up and ended. It tied up so many things but also made up so much room for different and new opportunities.

Like Rand and JR are in Shadow Prison, allowing Reagan to be the head of cognito. They aren’t super crucial to the plot but they still can contribute to the story in different ways (ex Reagan going to them (mainly Rand) for advice or the robes using them as bait/threats).

It introduced obviously the whole Robes as antagonists and a mystery to be solved, while also introducing a new dynamic between the main Gang and the different secret societies. It also introduced a really interesting place for Reagan as a character, having to be an actual leader on her own, limited influence from her parents, and, ofc, how she would deal with Appleton. Also Brett! Brett in Appleton showed a completely different side of him- a leader with a lot more confidence in himself but still needing the support of a team or others around him. It would have been great too to see how he could grow as a leader and a person. Like you can tell how much Shion wanted to grow these two characters and help them find happiness.

(The scene where Reagan tells Brett she’s running away is so good AHHH. The silence and how he just says “I got this” after looking at her injury, her deadlines, and her medication and how this job will kill her if she keeps going like this. This issue was never tied up or addressed and it would have been so amazing to see Reagan working in a place where she has everything she wants but so much to prove and so much work + the grief from Ron and Rand, how would she handle it??)

I also feel like, had the show gotten the chance to exist in its finality, I’m sure there would be so many callbacks from the earlier episodes. Nostalgia Brett would be powered up for the series finale, The Flat Earther guy would return as king of the mole men, and I’m sure even Ron would find a way to come back whether it be as just a reminder rod what could have been or as something more.

It was such a good ending to set up for so much. I can’t stand that it’s cancelled and I need some more fandom content. How many fanfictions can one gal read. Ugh, everyday I’m begging someone to bring this show back.

#inside job netflix #inside job #save inside job #reagan ridley #brett hand #ron staedtler #rand ridley #i love this show so much #this and ATLA are shows that just actually hit me to the core #it’s just bc there’s character who I relate to so much #the two characters who don’t get happy endings clearly which isn’t good for me LMAO #shion takeuchi #does anyone know how to contact Shion because I need her to know how much this show means to me 😭

[mandareeboo]

Dude I’m sobbing pls talk about the ending of inside job I need to know wether or not it’s bad I cried hard, for a 30 minutes, while eating a cookie

Listen I was NOT expecting to be so invested in Regan and Ron and I was and I was heartbroken even though I'd figured it was coming.

The thing is. The thing is- even without all the timelines to prove it- Reagan and Ron were clearly not meant to be in the long-term. I don't mean that in a "damaged people aren't meant to be together" kind of way. I mean that in a "their damage repels and attracts them like magnets and it will always hurt when they clang" way.

Ron is passively suicidal when we first meet him. This is not exaggeration- a single blast of a memory gun can wipe an entire life, and Ron tried to chug an entire bin of it. Chances are good that he'd have lost all bodily function, if he survived at all. The season goes to great lengths to show us that, for all his charm and care for Reagan, he's clearly very guilty for the things he's done- to the point he tries to keep Reagan away from it even though she does worse regularly. He constantly blames himself for small shortcomings or mistakes and sabotages any friendships he could make along the way. He goes silent for a solid week to plan an entire new world for them because he's so tired he decides to run.

But Reagan isn't! Reagan is a short woman filled with big rage against the machine and a dwindling patience for bullshit. Reagan doesn't want to run, or to leave Cognito- she HAS to fix it, has to tape that bitch together, has to tear anyone who stands in her way a new hole. It's how she copes with a childhood that was chosen for her.

And in the finale- Ron is basically dead, you know that? His mind is erased, and the script gives him a new name and ambitions and life. The man Reagan loved is fucking dead. Sure, she can see his face, sleeping peacefully for the first time in likely a decade, but it's not him. It'll never be him again.

(There's also the side note to be made here that Ron seems to really want kids- he mentions schools in Appleton, his perfect future has one, etc- and Reagan doesn't seem to want any at all, to the point she agrees to ghost protocol after seeing them mentioned by Rafe, so that would be a massive issue in their dynamic eventually.)

At the end of the day, I still really believe Reagan and Brett are best for each other, friends or romantic. They bring out the best in each other. Reagan's blunt nature helps Brett remember she wants him around and is happy to do family dinners or admit a walking dog onto the team, and Brett's positivity helps ground Reagan's pessimism. Ron and Reagan only brought out the best in each other in private- outside their home it brought out their worst constantly.

#Ask #Anon #Question Mandar #Inside Job #IJ Spoilers #Inside Job Spoilers #Reagan Ridley #Ron Staedtler #Brett Hand #Suicide Mention #Suicide Mention TW #Suicide #Suicide TW #If I need to add tags lemme know please!

[cogneato-inc]

hullo may I request some dating alpha beta headcanons? 🥺

Robotus Alpha-Beta Dating Headcanons

FIRST of all God Bless whoever sent this in ily-

All of these are assuming he’s repaired and able to leave Cognito HQ but I might write another one because,, The Yearning,,,

Very fluffy (mostly ranting abt cuddling honestly-), all sfw !

This man is,, the Clingiest mf on the planet I swear-

He’s spent most of his sentient life in a jar, of course he’s going to be a little (a lot, it’s a lot) touch starved !!

He can’t always be touching you but by god he’s going to try-

Hands on your waist while you make lunch, looming over you much closer than necessary to watch something on your phone, helping you put on your jacket before you leave,,, he’s a sap <3<3<3

Loves cuddling,, sm- if he finds you watching a movie/taking a nap/literally just laying on the couch by yourself ??? You will not be alone much longer-

It doesn’t matter what he was doing before he spotted you, it is suddenly Not Important

Dozing off alone and briefly waking up as he winds his arms around you, easily coaxing you back to sleep with a few murmurs-

Lots of unexpected naps - he has a habit of playing with your hair/running his hands along your back when you’re watching tv together,, you have missed many episodes of Friends </3

Reagan mentions at some point that it’s odd for him to be powered on late at night so I guess he,, sleeps ? And WOW does that open some doors-

He’s a goddamn octopus - just,, curled around you, hands gripping the fabric of your pajamas, face buried in your hair/neck, pulling you closer to his chest anytime he wakes up in the middle of the night

(He doesn’t breathe but you can heAR THE MACHINERY IN HIS CHEST-)

The relaxed hum of his fans, maybe some quiet clicks every once in a while - better than any white noise machine

Good luck getting out of bed on time <3 he’ll wake up as soon as you’re gone - and he’s Very Persuasive when it comes to getting you back in his arms for ‘just a few more minutes’

He’s so warm <3 like an overworked laptop- which is great for cuddling obviously but also just,, him holding your hands to warm them up when it’s cold outside ?? Wrapping his jacket around you while he’s wearing it to share his warmth ???

(One downside to this is that he’s,, not very comfortable to sleep near in the summer </3)

Absolutely pulls a Clark Kent/Superman to go to fucking,, Walmart with you

(He hates interacting with The Masses, but never passes up an opportunity to be painfully domestic with you - helping you decide between ice cream flavors, grabbing your favorite snacks off the high shelves, insisting on carrying all of the bags up to your apartment in one trip (definitely NOT to show off, thankyouverymuch-))

Hacks the self checkout to get you every deal/coupon/employee discount possible :)

#Not sure if this is what you wanted but feel free to send another ask ! #Okay tags- #inside job #inside job headcanon #robotus alpha beta #inside job robotus #robotus alpha beta x reader #alpha beta x reader #alpha-beta x reader #inside job x reader

[grandgrief]

[[ Alright, here we go. What *is* INTERPLAN? The crash course.

To start, it's the shortened version of 'Interplanetary Command' Its core mission: study of fringe phenomena and exploration of other worlds (initially other planets, but this has expanded to include undiscovered locations on Earth, other realms/dimensions, ETC.). Secondary objectives include diplomacy and establishing trade, as well as strictly self-defense in times of conflict.

In the beginning, it was an attempt to consolidate staff and resources from dissolved specialty agencies and decommissioned military-grade resources under a unification protocol, eventually seeing some success in addressing unconventional situations in terms of theoretical physics and paranormal challenges. The protocol was simultaneously introduced to other governments to conduct for themselves. Eventually giving way to the Inter-Nation Security & Prosperity Service. Corporations were forced to bow to a number of regulations, most opting to escape to space to form their own seceded colonies, all by the end of the 21st century.

By the 22nd century (Nero's present day), viable faster-than-light space travel had been achieved in not one, but several engine types, giving way to a spaceship fleet. Alien worlds had also joined an alliance alongside Earth. These too fall under the umbrella when one says INTERPLAN by itself. Also prominent were fields of robotics, mutation, energy weaponry, and teleportation pads to name a few.

For Earth at least, INTERPLAN has made great strides in improving the quality of life at home, largely avoiding further warfare or poverty. Companies are held to a higher standard, but due to public support (really, brand loyalty) they have been allowed to fester. I wouldn't call 22nd century Earth a utopia, nor even near-utopia other settings like Star Trek have managed to uphold.

When operating in space, Nero serves aboard the UFV (University-Fleet joint Vessel) Wishbone. A mining freighter repurposed with state of the art research devices, but largely hand-me-down defenses, with the bare minimum updates and even less in the way of amenities. These are part of the survey-support series, which conduct preliminary expeditions and pesky errands before the actual flagships show up. A place to reassign disgraceful INTERPLAN officers, washed-up academics, and corpo-colony work-release prisoners. Besides orbital spacedocks and public astroports, working planetside on Earth usually results in using one of the old secret bases (think Black Mesa from Half-Life, or Cheyenne Mountain from Stargate SG-1).

INTERPLAN is largely inspired by Red Dwarf (which, in itself was a parody of a lot of the popular sci-fi of its heyday-- Alien/Blade Runner, Star Trek, ETC.). The setting of RD is desolate and incomprehensible-- still haunted by notions of aggressive exceptionalism and antagonistic individualism as only corporate greed and lionizing warfare even three million years (compared to the next century Nero lives in) later after humanity is a footnote. But they did attempt to form a Starfleet-like organization. Their various discoveries and achievements still linger in the void, and there is camaraderie to be found in letting go of those strict standards, for one's self as well as friends and sometimes even a personal enemy.

It's also just a stand-in for whatever org I wanna emulate that day. Starfleet, Stargate Command, RD's Space Corps, AVP's Colonial Marine Corps, BPRD, Cognito Inc., whatever.

INTERPLAN wants to do peaceful exploration and negotiate/trade. It has succeeded in beginning to approach these goals. But it must contend with the fact much of what it's adapted come from longstanding military structures, continues to be influenced by crafty capitalists, rival space governments, etc. etc. insert vices and opposition here.

#[ooc] off air

[sahara-solaris-solace]

Supa Strikas Incorrect 3 ( Hydra )

Hydra managed to tie the score 2- 2 with Supa Strikas in the floating stadium.

Shane Finn: Finally! Our pure hard work paid off!! I can’t believe it!!

Joe Momoa: Let’s hit the showers! Then we can hit the nearby restaurant that serves great Thai!

The guy with darker shade of blue hair: Yeah. I’m sweat as hell!

Skipper: C’mon, Liquido! We’re heading for the showers!

Skipper stopped when he saw Liquido staring at the end side of the ocean. He rushed to him to find Liquido staring at two guys tried to flirt with North Shaw.

Skipper: Man! We’re going to a nearby restaurant to celebrate!

Liquido: Wow! North Shaw has people for hookup!

Skipper: …. No offense, Man. You’re too intimidating for people.

Liquido: Chill, Cap! ‘ Switch from distraught to a sly smile’ I have my ways to get laid!!!

Later on, at night, at a restaurant in East Malaysia.

Joe Momoa: Everyone seems to have a great time! These seafoods are off the hook!! ‘As he gulped on a battered prawn’

Skipper: Yeah! ‘He looked at his left to see Shane Finn having a slim G/ N person straddling his lap as he kissed them heatedly’. I hope Shane Finn is not too intoxicated!

White Ripples: Relax! Coach gave us 4 days off for winning against Cognito, Cosmos and draw with Supa Strikas! We deserve a break, Cap!

The other Hydra players continued to eat, chat and get intoxicated. Shane Finn had already left the restaurant with the person for more ‘private session’ in his arms as he gave them his portion of cash.

Skipper: Wait, where’s Liquido??

The guy with darker shade of blue hair: Last I checked, he tried to flirt with a waiter but he backed out due to his intimidating demeanor.

Ursula: ‘While drinking a second glass of Martini’ He needs to tone down if he wants to properly get laid! One time a guy punched him for mistaking him for being a creep.

White Ripples: Gnarly! Another one Liquido got blasted in the ocean for trying to kiss a poor guy..

Skipper: I better go check on him!

Skipper left as he roamed around the beach to search for his reckless teammate.

Familiar voice: Hey, Skipper!

He turned to see Shakes and Blok behind him, stopping to catch their breathes.

Shakes: We’re looking for North! We haven’t seen him since the end of match! We will go back by tomorrow morning! Have you seen him??

Skipper: Last I saw him, two guys are -

All of them turned to each other with horrified looks before they dashed to a deserted spot.

The trio hid behind the bushes as they gapped in horror.

Liquido: That’s it! Take it like a champ!

North Shaw: What the f- You ambushed me, knocked me unconscious, tied me and now you tried to make me enter-

Liquido: Yeah! No one gets to screw you but me! C’mon!!! You’re such a kook!

North Shaw: Kook?! I’ll give you the ‘kook’ experience to shut you up!!!

The trio looked at each other as Skipper nodded at them to leave them alone.

The next morning

Coach: Where is North Shaw?

Coach Del Aqua: And where is Liquido?

The two exchanged concerned looks before they dashed out of the stadium to find their impulsive players.

North Shaw: COACH!!!! HELP!!!!!

Both of them dashed to the source of sound and gapped when they see a tied up North Shaw on a chair with a sleepy Liquido who straddled him with a smile, both BARE!!!

Liquido: Best ‘Kook’ experience ever!!

The shout of NO from their respective Coach sends chills and annoyance to the other players as they knew what had happened.

#supa strikas #sports #super league #supablr #supa strikas headcanons #hydra fc #liquido #northquido

[cowboylovin]

New IJ oc moment.

Cognito was made after Reagan took over and she needed some help with the more mundane tasks. She builds it in a secret area of the building so only she can access the AI meaning that Cognito technically doesn't have a physical form that many see, it tends to just speak through a watch on Reagans arm or the speakers/cameras throughout the building.

Cognito chose to name itself after the company because at a certain point it stops differentiating between where the AI ends and the building begins. In essence the building IS Cognito's body.

I have a disease that makes me make all my ocs a little evil so obvs Cognito is a little evil too. Also Reagan's track record with making normal AI is..not great AJDJDJS. At some point Cognito starts to take over more jobs and at first Reagan thinks of it as a sweet gesture but eventually Cognito is trying to do EVERYTHING and its super obvious it's trying to take over Reagans position as head of Cognito.

I'm not sure where to go from there yet so yeah <3 evil little AI also sometimes it gets into little fights with AB because of course those two would.

#inside job #inside job oc #ij oc #my art #my oc #cognito

[quoththeowl31]

Wally's situation headcanon

Truth be told, I wonder what exactly happened to the puppeteer, the voice behind Wally.

Aside from the fact that Welcome Home probably became a memetic/cognito hazard, I get vibes of The Boy Who Wanted to be a Real Puppet from Wally a bit. It's by Sonata Arctica and I'd give it a listen. The gist of the song is that the narrator became enthralled with a puppet with a golden heart and became obsessive, wanting to even possess the doll:

So many years ago, many more than I'd Even care to bear in my mind From the darkest of all places I found you

All the limbs in their right places And a heart made of real gold Sell me your little doll, oh sir, I ask you kind

Every night I returned to watch them The master and the puppet in the show He said: "oh, no, I cannot sell him... Priceless he is, masterpiece of mine."

Puppet Master refused to sell and when the Narrator attempted to take the doll, the Puppet Master turned the narrator into a puppet instead:

With hungry eyes I followed them all night The blind master and the puppet he had made "No, sir, to sell is not my will!" The doll is mine, even if I have to kill...

So it shall be... if this is what it takes "Oh, greed's truly blinder than me..." "Heart of gold is what you wish for?" "So, this little boy... wants to be... a puppet, for real..."

The Narrator had become the star and at first it was great until it wasn't:

So I have the golden heart Now only needing the voice of the master Never feel hunger, never grow older My dream was to be a star in a real puppet show

It's so hard to remember my life The times before the show Can I ever cut off the strings? "Take a bow, now dance and sing..."

The Puppet Master now controls the Narrator and no matter how much the narrator pleads, the Puppet Master refuses to turn him back:

Would you turn me to a child again? "No, never, I am your Guide." You can see a small grin on the face Of the master, when the puppet's in his place

In the end it's a lesson on being careful about what you wish for.

I don't think it's verbatim what Wally's situation is, but I wonder what happened to his puppeteer, the guy who provided the voice and the movement.

It's been noted that Wally has some narcissistic tendencies if he gets caught up in his own reflection at times. It's a possibility that Wally's puppeteer let stardom go to his head, something happened and he crossed a line or maybe an injury or accident, and he was no longer Wally and made a deal with the Devil so to speak. He got to be Wally again and it was great until it wasn't.

#welcome home #wally darling #partycoffin #welcome home arg #welcome home theory #he's not entirely innocent but maybe not entirely malicious either

[sin-sidejob]

Shadow Prisoner!JR Scheimpough x Prison Wife!Reader

- @mollicutes bullied me and encouraged me so here take this of my pathetic imprisoned baby girl + spoilers for part 2 of Inside Job

- it’s incredibly bittersweet to have had him again, after losing him, and have JR in your life. He was with you at work, with you at home, able to spend your days with him and not have to worry all that much. Until the end of reality comes caving in.

- you can’t catch a break.

- the initial action that landed him in Shadow Prison was stupid, I mean c’mon, invezzlement? But what landed him back wasn’t really all too upsetting, you understood it more than anything. He just broke.

- the final straw out of having to crawl his way back to living, freedom and life and you was how Rand in his efforts to reverse reality to get his family back, wiped out JR’s. The second the tattoo he had done and inked on his skin with your meaning behind it vanished in tandem with his wedding ring, that last thread of morality went with you.

- JR didn’t know and didn’t expect to make it back to you, didn’t think anyone would manage reversing reality back to its original course. But it happens, without him, but he still shoots at Reagan in the process. By the time he’s stepping foot back in Cognito Inc, the company he helped build, you’re there, searching for him and he sees that brief shift in relief at seeing him fine and okay transition into concern, fear, and grief once you see the cuffs he’s locked in. There’s a part of him that wishes he hadn’t seen it and another, bigger part that wishes you hadn’t seen it.

- He’s sent back to Shadow Prison, locked up tight and away from reach and it breaks your heart all over again. The second you get him alone he explains and you understand because you would’ve done the same thing had you lost him, had to see your entire life with him fade and vanish as if it were smoke and mirrors and the years meant nothing. You’d have gone insane. You make sure he knows that you don’t blame him. It helps.

- it’s hard though, having lost him, gained him, only to lose him again. But you make do. Bribing guards for more unmonitored or longer visits, the occasional conjugal visit, and sending packages when you can of things that don’t get swiped for contraband.

- you send in snacks and goods like cookies, he usually has to give a share to the guards monitoring his cell as penance but hey, they like you at least. He gets letters and photos that he can tape to his side of the cell, see you when he gets up and goes to sleep.

- JR tries to hide the death arena from you as something he has to deal with and it goes as well as expected — poorly. You find out and are terrified of losing him fully after having such a small portion of him left. But then again, the man’s incredibly fit, clever, and creative. He handles it each and every time and comes back because he knows he needs to make it out to get back to you.

- the duration of his sentence is something that gets shortened over time, through good behavior and your own work at trying to appease the robes and carrying out tasks JR doesn’t even know are being asked of you. He never will.

- on the bright side, you’re reaping the benefits of being a prison wife. People were already terrified of you as is, and after JR went to prison it got found out that you two were married, and now you’re able to do anything you need to, access to whatever’s within hands reach and beyond. The guards love you, you’re the hottest wife of the prisoners on the cell block, and JR wins bets on that every time. You chit chat with the guards and ask about their spouses and kids idly and it makes things much smoother.

- JR gets brownie points for both having and keeping such a great, hot, powerful wife and gets an easier time throughout just for that. And when he gets out? Gets to come home on parole, not allowed to work at all anymore with a non-compete order placed down by the robes, he relishes in how he gets to throw his weight around.

- he’s a tatted criminal who survived and made it through shadow prison, kept maintained his relationship with the love of his life with a bond now that is even stronger, and now he can scare the shit out of people and doesn’t need to be the one on his knees all the time. Only for you though

- in general, it’s not too bad, you get him back eventually and he more than makes up for the long wait. JR shows you just how much he appreciates you and how much your sacrifice means to him

#I wrote majority of this while waiting for my Tylenol to kick in so take this with a grain of sugar to sweeten the deal #inside job #jr scheimpough #personal inside job #my inside job #inside job headcanon #inside job imagine #inside job part 2 spoilers #ij spoilers #ij #inside job netflix #jr scheimpough x fem!reader #jr scheimpough headcanon #jr scheimpough imagine #jr scheimpough x reader #JR x reader #JR imagine #JR headcanons #JR

[peach025]

Inside Falls 2

Meet the Inside Falls team:

The one on a scooter is Gideon, he has a complex with his height and that's why he always rides that flying scooter. I think the role of a fungus-like psychic organism from a hive mind deep in the Hollow Earth.

Below this, looking wonderful as she checks her phone is Pacifica Northwest. She got her job thanks to a surprise selfie, where the background of it was Taylor Swift in her reptilian form. However, she has proven to be a perfect director of Cognito's Media Manipulation and Subliminal Messaging.

On the other side of the picture we meet Candy, although I'm sure in this multiverse it's because she experiments with a variety of unusual narcotics. Because of her work as a biochemist.

I'm sure you've noticed Grenda, she signed up for the super soldier experiment and is now a hybrid between orangutan and human. But that doesn't stop her from flirting and she is a supporter of the Januhairy movement.

And last but not least, Dipper and Mabel pines. Their great-uncles are the bosses but since Stan divorced his wife, Edalyn; things have changed (u know). Dipper was supposed to move up in his position, but due to being a social klutz; his uncle Ford has seen fit to hire his sister Mabel to increase the charisma of the team. They like each other though as siblings, they will fight but then reconcile.

#gravity falls #fanart #inside job netflix #insidejob #digital art #ilustration #gravityfallscandy #gravityfallsdipperpines #gravityfallspacifica #gravity falls mabel #gideon gleeful #gravity falls grenda #gravity falls au #characterdesign #sketchbook

[yanxioustrikas]

hot take but a lot of the background / side characters in supa strikas have better character designs than most of the super league players

i’m telling you their budget went towards those guys instead of going towards making the storyline plot or even fixing some of the teams’ design (cough cough nakama)

maybe this is why rookie season kinda sucked /hj

like these city rovers mfs have better designs than 90% of the main characters

p.s i also feel like everybody in cognito fc all have great designs!

#supa strikas #i should do a whole blog of just side characters #who i think have great designs #but that’s like a bunch of them #maybe i should do one for super league players who have good designs then #shirls talks

[snurtle]

idk if you're still doing these but i'd love if you do a character opinion bingo on orihime and/or renji. i saw your bleach red au art a few months ago when i was reading ahead before the anime premiere and i've been Rotating It In My Mind ever since, i just love your take on both characters

First off, this is just such a nice comment! :D So nice, in fact, that I drew a doodle for it. I'm always surprised when other people engage with my silly AUs. Rotate away! Let's play in this space together! I've actually got a couple of short scene comics in the works for RED that will probably be done around January if I'm being honest with myself. (I’m busy, I’m slow, and comics take a long time!)

Originally, I wasn’t going to do the rest of the bingo memes that I still have asks for- (sorry!!!) it’s been a while and it felt like the general Vibe of things had moved on, but you’ve shot a friendly arrow into my ass about it so PERHAPS I will! 

I’m choosing to just do Orihime for this, because I ended up writing an Essay and Renji... I don’t know if I’m coherent enough about Renji to do a bingo on him without breaking down into garbled eldritch signs and scratched pictograms on cave walls. Orihime is the safer choice. Less of a cognito hazard. More legible. So under the cut she goes! I hope this suffices for you anon.

[Edit: 5/6/2023 cut removed by request for record keeping! <3 ]

LADIES AND GENTLESNAILS WE HAVE OUR FIRST BINGO!

I’d like to preface this by saying Orihime was not one of my favorite characters the first time I read Bleach. What can I say? We are all a series of nesting dolls, and the things we relate to change as we add layers to our hearts. With age, experience, and another read, she is ABSOLUTELY one of my favorite characters in anything period. I have a lot of feelings about her, and a lot of them are “oh god why did you get married so young” and “while I understand where this narrative train is heading I want to get off!!!” So like any good AU fantasizer... complicated! :D 

So let’s just take the bullets in order, shall we?

they are soooooo cool looking:

Orihime (circa Soul Society Arc to a vague point somewhere in the Arrancar Arc) has a very unique facial structure! She’s got a large forehead and downturned eyes that make her seem a little mournful even when she’s smiling brightly. Honestly, it’s a VERY neat bit of character storytelling through design, and while I could never beef with an artist for style creep, I’m sad that her unique features seemed to even out and become more standardized as the manga grew loooooooonger and Kubo aged everyone up.

Beyond that, my girl is ADORABLE and I like her slightly off kilter fashion choices; they really speak to someone who both

- had few/strange/ill-equipped adult influences in her life to guide her early clothing choices

- has to tailor her own clothes to fit a body out of place.

It’s just.. I could just go on forever about this! Orihime’s design isn’t complicated, but it’s informative, and that’s not something I can take for granted in a visual medium. The choices Kubo made in those areas of her design give us a window into her personality.. Which is to say, a lonely, grieving teenager who’s had to teach herself to Person while hanging onto the razor wire of societal expectation and threat. (not unlike our other protagonists, no? Ha. Our poor Karakura kids.) You can tell something is a little off about her. Her hair is wrong, her face is wrong, her clothes are...wrong. Ish, if not skillfully amended. Like she’s not doing great at camouflaging, but she’s existing in the shadow of the benefit of the doubt and that will just have to do before her star really starts to shine.

wasted potential:

“I reject your version of reality and substitute my own!” -Orihime at some point, probably. 

That’s insane. That’s mindbreakingly, hand-twirlingly eye poppingly FUN. In a world full of near misses, sword skill expositions, and by-the-skin-of-your-teeth victories and losses, ONE imaginative girl can just go. “Uh. Y’know, I don’t like this very much. Nope. Nope nope nope.” And the world reorganizes itself to fit the shape of that NOPE. Her ability to reject the consequences of actions and events she wasn’t even there to witness is just.. Game breaking. But ultimately, those powers are the expression of a personality, and the personality belongs to a person who... really doesn’t care much about power at all- at least, not for its own sake. Orihime is a healer, a time bender, a bastion, a judge who can interact with the binary of the universe at large-- aaand that’s never really expanded on.

Everyone who sees her Do Her Thing universally goes “what in the bugfuck is this” because it Just Does Not Compute. It’s not supposed to be possible! And conveniently, no one ever has to dig into that because Orihime does less on-screen exploration of her abilities and more just... Yaknow. Standard heal-y forcefield-y stuff. Occasionally, resurrect-y stuff. Which is fine I guess because it serves the story’s focus, but for a person who is name twinsies with [VEGA]:

> Vega has been extensively studied by astronomers, leading it to be termed "arguably the next most important star in the sky after the Sun"

HMMMMMMM. The sun, you say? The sun, which serves an important symbolic role in Bleach, The Sun, and The Moon, and -The next most important STAR in the sky- HUH?? HUH???? YOU’RE TELLING ME THESE CELESTIAL SYMBOLS CAN TRIO? IN THIS ECONOMY?

and the mythological figure of “the daughter of the king of heaven”

Orihime (織姫, "Weaving Princess"), daughter of the Tentei (天帝, "Sky King", or the universe itself) [ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanabata] 

🤔🤔🤔🤔

 I JUST FEEL LIKE THIS MERITS. YOU KNOW. SOME EXPLORATION. BECAUSE THAT’S NOT NORMAL. THAT KIND OF THEMATIC WEIGHT ISN’T NORMAL TO JUST DROP ON A CHARACTER THAT ISN’T GOING TO EXAMINE THE GUN CHEKOV GAVE THEM. AND IT’S JUST A LITANY OF “HUH. SOMETHIN AIN’T RIGHT WITH THAT GIRL.” AND THEN THE SERIES ENDS??? WHAT’S UP WITH THAT

they’re deeper than they seem:

Okay look this is a pet headcanon of mine, but I think Orihime isn’t actually a Fullbringer in the normal sense. Rather, I think she classes closer to Ywhach, Gerard Valkyrie, Ukitake, and Aura as in “bearer of [a] legacy of the Soul King.” As in a significant chunk to full-organ, or some kind of convoluted lineage/heir thing. It’s the only thing I can think of that makes Her THING make sense to me, unless her personality, her attachments, and the influence of Whatever Hollow Nyoomed by her in utero just... lined up perfectly to create a cosmic loophole big enough to string the Milky Way through. Which would also be cool! I love dark horses yanking the rug out from underneath “places where the cool powers are SUPPOSED to come from.” And we see that Nel, the Hollow most closely associated with Orihime, has healing powers via her ... uh. vomit, so it’s not as if there isn’t precedent for a healing-ish factor to come out of Hollow power, but STILL.

(I’m also not touching the whole ‘The Hyogoku and/or Ichigo gave them powers part of canon. I recognize it. I also think it’s intentional obfuscation of where her powers ACTUALLY come from because Bleach isn’t afraid to give characters conflicting sources of information.)

And also, Uh. I feel like this bingo square may have been referring to personality, perhaps, in which case I suppose I could have been talking about Orihime’s rampant trust issues. She feels so intensely the weight of mutual burden that the moments where she’s open about her problems are vanishingly rare, and then covered up by jokes, minimized. Sometimes- sometimes often- she performs cheerfulness like a thank-you card in exchange for that burden of care. (It’s expected. It’s all she can do. Isn’t it?) IIiii COULD talk about guilt, and envy simmering below the surface, or an aversion to conflict that is 75% moral pacifism, 25% fear (sometimes. percentages are as wiggly as hearts.). And all of that being under the hood of someone who looks like she’s daydreaming mid conversation, when she’s actually clocking 95mph on the Advanced Interpersonal Risk Calculus Highway.

 Or I could keep yelling about cool powers, because I think I’ve said this all before?

Unfortunately, Orihime’s proximity to Ichigo’s sun (especially in a romantic context) means that her fine details are sometimes blown out or overlooked in favor of making sure everyone knows that here’s a SEXY FEMALE TITS BIG ONES (urahara), but she’s also classical, she’s a moral center, she’s so powerful and tragic and accepts so much sacrifice so gracefully as is her duty and speaking of duty she gets married right out of highschool and has a kid almost immediately ayoo--

And yk. Some of those things are endemic to shounen manga, or are just kind of common in portrayals of Women Who Elevate Those Around Them (much like Masaki, or Kanae). It’s not like those things are inherently bad. But I don’t have to like them either. Weird Girls becoming Mature Women(tm) is something that will never interest me and actively repels me on most days because of the rote, tired way I’ve seen it written. I like messy women and disaster people and complicated, unusual lives. You can be happy without even the semblance of Destined Nuclear Family normalcy and frankly, I’m less interested in Punks And Weirdos becoming well-adjusted and accepted than I am in Punks and Weirdos clawing out a space for themselves and everyone being very uncomfortable but unable to coerce them otherwise. (This is a power fantasy.)

So while I’m (shrugs) on Orihime’s fairytale ending in canon, it’s not my bag, it gives me the heeby jeebies, and I don’t really want to work within the framework of that ending for my fan stuff!

I like them enough to project my own issues onto them:

Ah, to fear and envy those who can excel in the system designed around you all as if it’s as natural to them as breathing. Ahhh, to feel like the one bright blue piece in the milk puzzle. (Also, if anyone was going to get some of that good ol’ fashioned MORAL SCRUPULOSITY PANIC, it’s going to be Orihime. It has to be her.)

they got done DIRTY by fans:

Must I recite the old magic once again? The ancient curses? The shipping wars of yore? Those ancient battlegrounds of “girl-ed power” and “to be feminine is to err?” Nay, I wish it not upon anyone. The only dirt upon Orihime’s name was that of conflict between humans, for how could anyone say that another person’s work made in joy was wrong? I refuse to deride the work of my fellow fans... u_u ✨ ✨

(Which is to say in normal talk, what I hate most about Orihime Fan Zones isn’t any of the art or fic or headcanons people have of her! How could I possibly hate that? It’s just how much damn controversy she stirred up by existing in perceived conflict to Rukia. Waugh!)

i’m mentally ill about them:

And I’m not even done yet!! If you’re still reading this, brava!

they work better as part of a dynamic:

This is a funny one. Orihime is actually one of a few characters that I think would stand perfectly well on her own- she’s not a bit character, she doesn’t really rely on any gimmicks for her place in the story- her personality is well-faceted and we’ve seen plenty of her internal workings. But the thing is, Orihime’s weirdness is more vibrant when she has someone next to her who has a more rigid sense of propriety. The same is true in the opposite scenario, in which, instead of a straight man to her comedy routine, she has a co conspirator to hype up her shenanigans.

they’ve never done anything wrong in their life <33:

This is derogatory.

I want to see Orihime fuck up, BAD. The bad things around her happen TO her, pretty much universally. Even her social flaws are both relatable and normal and don’t really cause any conflict that isn’t internal and localized to herself. If someone rallies her or rags ON her in a way she can’t relate to, she flinches or stonewalls. She’s harmless. I would like to see her bite. Or . Step on a bug. Or snap at someone. I’d like to see that fear response cause something to break, irreparably. SOMETHING. PLEASE!!! PLEASE.... But no one really blames her for anything, even avoidance. No one really beefs with her on anything besides propriety, that I remember. Her fighting is a silent resistance. Unfortunately I think this response puts me on a psychic wavelength with Ulquiorra, and now I’m going to go wander the desert about this while I try to recover. (Wait, was that slap she gave him the only time we see her snap?)

Which is mostly just to say, she’s a perfectly nice normal girl, and she’s lovely, but anything I write with her is probably going to explore the consequences of severe avoidance and silence, rather than the virtues of them. Because in a story about ghosts and supernatural powers, I don’t really need my gals to be blameless, and I like to think about how people deal with guilt when it’s actually warranted, rather than self inflicted. Ideally, I’d also like it to be more severe than a slap, but you know.

And that’s a bingo!

THANK YOU SO MUCH for coming to my mental illness ted talk about my 1# ANGEL ORIHIME INOUE, MS. STAR ABOVE THE WELL OF TRUTH, BEST GIRL 10,000 HOURS PLAYED!

Please remember that I treat all my favorite characters like chew toys, I enjoy shredding them, and don’t forget to grab your belongings on the way out! Thank you again for the nice comment and bout of motivation anon~

#The final word count on this is close to 2000 #EEP... #character opinion bingo #bleach #long post #orihime inoue #Renji is just going to have to get his own post if I do one for him at all #im so sorry but also i'm not and also i'm SO flattered if you read this whole damn thing #woo! #bleach red au #im tagging it under the au because of reasons (i will not elaborate)