#used one of those funny little ‘draw the squad’ bases for this

[venln]

I don’t have the patience to fully finish this but! Blue team besties!!!

#love them so much #rvb #used one of those funny little ‘draw the squad’ bases for this #red vs blue #my art #blue team #lavernius tucker #Allison church #agent Tex #michael j caboose #leonard church #alpha church

[understandableparadox]

The Grand homestuck oc tournament poll! Round 2 winners!

the votes are in, time to see who our winners are! attached to this will be our post round interviews, thus if your charecter has something to say about what went down, please send it in to my dms!

Block 1 winner:

Nahlee Rovian

He is just silly.

He is just a guy who would eat a slice of cheese off of the floor, cheese of unknown origin. 

He is a sweet and funny guy and is way too easily trusting. 

If this guy was a playlist it would be "weird al" and "ninja sex party".

He smells funny.

No rizz.

Tamidn K'sazze

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Block 2 winner:

Persep “Perse” Rhiali

She streams, she draws, she always has a knife on her, with a small size and big personality Perse WILL either be your friend or A Problem (TM)

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Block 3 winner:

Anomal Conspi

One of the most brilliant, anxiety ridden queens on her whole planet. She’s so paranoid that she has a backup plan for just about anything. She predicted the world was going to end via meteors and had a ship fully ready to go for several years, and had a mental breakdown when she ended up being right. Overthinking is her strongest skill, making plans for her plans just in case something she didn’t think of happened. Her ship, despite being made of old and ruined tech, is so heavily equipped with safety features that she should probably be in charge of OSHA because ain’t no one getting hurt on that thing. Would go outside in a hamster bubble.

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Block 4 winner:

Viiveh Telore

Viiveh is a fuchsia blood in an abusive relationship trying to forge his own destiny. He tries to stay positive and is unlearning some classist traits. He goes to the surface and hides his blood color by dressing like a robot. He really loves tech and the mechanics of it, since the seadwellers can mainly only use bug-based tech underwater. He takes the name Vexxin during his hiding. Don't get him started on troll Daft Punk.

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Block 5 winner:

Atroxx

Atroxx lives in a swamp full of boiling tar, lurking in the dark and serving as something of a dark legend to the locals. They fear her and often leave her sacrifices, believing her to be a monster or some sort of demon. She just likes getting free things out of it and sometimes toys with the minds those who wander a little too far out of the torchlight, taunting them from within the darkness. If you survive an encounter with her, she's not very eloquent, and is quite stubborn and impatient, unpredictable and almost wild in behavior. She is also, however, incredibly resourceful and clever.

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Block 6 winner:

Trenas Maladi

trenas is a rustblood author who has the worst case of writers block ever seen. she's very tired all of the time and comes off a bit harsh, but she means well!! she's very nosy and knowing other people's business. she's very good at giving out advice to people too. she enjoys monsters and romance stories ABOUT monsters.

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Block 7 winner:

Lollie Gravez

Your name is LOLLIE GRAVEZ and you use ne/nem/nir, sh3/h3r/h3rz and h3/h1m/h1z. You are a SCENE KID first and foremost, and a troll second.

You love COMICS, CARTOONS, and SHIPPING, and listen to way too much ALTERNATIVE MUSIC. You send a lot of your spare time SEWING CLOTHES, both for yourself and your PLETHORA OF PLUSH FRIENDS. You spend way too much money on VIDEO GAMES, that you never get around to playing. When you aren’t hiding in your room away from the world, you love watching shows with your friends, then making self inserts for all your friends. Your squad loves the troll anime SUGIO QUEST FOR KOKORO, despite it being outlawed for rebel imagery.

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Block 8 winner:

Orfeus Etimio

Orfeus is soft spoken, docile and as weak as a troll gets, but people tend to fear them because of the horde of ghosts following them everywhere, even for those that can't see spirits the presence is overwhelming.

They constantly give more than they can for the ghosts and have ended up emotionally drained, not properly reacting to most situations and appearing emotionless. İf you grabbed them and took them home they'd only say "ok" and let it happen.

They like playing minecraft with their moirail also

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Block 9 winner:

Zapika Zapity

Zapika is a self-proclaimed inventor and infamous local mad scientist. Her voice quirk is that she speaks like early season BlackButler Mei Rin. She is a Prospit dreamer, Mind-bound, iceskateKind, and psiioniic! Her design started as a joke when I randomized troll doll maker in 2020. Been my fave HS OC since! 

"Best darn inventor on this side of the space-rock, aint no-one gonna tell ya otherwise, they aint!"

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Block 10 winner:

zalium azoran

Zalium is a rogue fuchsiablood who was raised by an axolotl lusus away from the prying eyes of the alternian empire. eventually he was able to find community in the lower bloodcastes of alternia and here he learned about alternian history from a true perspective.

he gathered an aliance, heavily inspired by the sufferer's rebellion, and rises up against the empire. being a highblood he held a greater chance against the empress and gl'bgolyb, and after a strenuous battle he manages to take down the horrorterror and the empress in turn

i don't even care if he's bad i love him so dearly

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Block 11 winner:

Alemap Occurd

Alemap is 6.5 sweeps old and just your average purple blood! She loves bright colors, silly jokes, and taxidermy! She's an exlaughassassin, murder for hire, but left that life behind when she met the love of her life: Punkin Pyrper, a nerdy lime with a heart of gold. Sure, she was *supposed* to kill him, but he's so sweet and cute and interesting!!! She's autistic and love learning about biology and poisons specifically and she's bisexual, though technically she's not interested in anyone but Punkin. He's her world! Her lusus, Sweetbaby, is a semi-aquatic possum with three tails that she uses to propel herself through water.

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Block 12 winner:

Contra Aurela

Sweetheart Violet, and Alternia’s Beloved Final Girl (an actress!)

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Block 13 winner:

Baxtin Nyswud

Baxtin used to be part of a semi-popular lowblood boyband called Sequence, though they fell out of popularity and while they aren't officially broken up... It's been a couple sweeps since they toured or even met up. Instead Baxtin spends his nights farming melons and gourds from seeds he kinda just found and decided to cultivate. Luckily his lusus, Timber, loves them. Timber is a huge south alternian longhorn bull and has cartoon physics for no known reason. He is actively a problem for the resident of Baxtin's town. This is upsetting for Baxtin cause he's incredibly socially anxious and scared of... well everything. He tends to be very spacey and doesn't listen to retain things very well outside of his music, but he's got major artistic blockage atm. His neighbor and best friend Vivsy keeps him grounded, though they don't see eye to eye very often (mostly on Vivisy's side- and not cause he's shorter!!)

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Block 14 winner:

Auiwyn Trasyl

The silliest, most self deprecating emo you’ll ever have the displeasure of meeting. His favorite movies would be the troll twilight saga, and they would make fanfiction of his rainbow drinker oc and Troll Edward. They have such a large obsession with rainbow drinkers that it’s consumed almost everything in his life. They would geek out if they ever met Kanaya, it would be so bad they’d probably faint. Would bite people to taste the blood and then gag when it tastes bad.

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Block 15 winner:

Emegon Gehana

Emo goth *and* catholic! Saying Emegon is weird is an understatement. Her interests goes against what her cloister believes in and she's seen as somewhat of an outcast because of that. She likes anything creepy and horror-related, and is very interested in early creepypasta stories and videos.

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Block 16 winner:

?????? Achlys

19 yo Mage of Void hemoanon, Achlys is a air-headed party girl who likes to take it easy, life is definitely too short to be worried about every little thing. She's quite friendly for a troll and always knows what to say to please people. She changes quadrants pretty often.

However when SGRUB begins she seems to know just where to look to learn all the rules and easily makes herself the leader before anyone notices. Not to mention her fake lusus and dreamself that seems to be puppeted by horrorterrors…

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congratulations to our contestants moving on, and to the contestants that have lost this round, once again i thank you for your participation, your characters are fantastic and amazing!

#homestuck #polls #tumblr polls #homestuck oc #fan troll #fan human #poll results

[lilyblackdrawside]

Skyfire as an operator is designed in a really weird way. You can tell that she’s one of the earlier operators by how simple she is. Skill 1 is a generic whatever, Skill 2 makes her attacks really slow, hurt really bad and stun. Talent makes blocked enemies take more arts damage.

That’s all there is to her. Of course, she’s not very widely used, since she’s part of an already maligned subclass of Casters and among them she doesn’t particularly stand out outside of a comp that’s focused on producing the single biggest arts damage hit ever, I suppose. Her stuns are very short and the delay between them very long, so it’s not like she can go all Unlimited Bibeak Works on anything and her S2 actually gives her a smaller dps increase than her S1.

Now, none of that is really weird. She’s a not terribly powerful operator, so what. So let’s dig a little. Let’s check out that S2 a little bit closer.

This is Fire of Heaven at M3. Absolutely no precharge, 25 seconds charge time, 40 seconds duration. Those are weird numbers. It has an amazing uptime, to the point that you can count on it being up for entire waves and every wave.

It stuns targets for a second. That’s at M3. At Rank 7 the stun lasts 0.2 seconds. It gains five times its duration through mastery. Why is it so backloaded? Who knows. The extra duration isn’t even that relevant, since the stun’s biggest utility is aoe attack interruption. But again, it’s really weird.

Now the damage boost. “(...)dealing 240% ATK as Arts damage(...)”. I can’t think of any other buff-type skill that works an operator’s damage this way. Any normal operator would get a +140% atk (which would be terrible, given how badly it slows her attackspeed by the way) but Skyfire working this way makes her scale amazingly well with outside attack buffs. Inspiration from Bards is a lesser aspect, since as a Splash Caster she already has great base attack, but getting Warfarin’s +90% is huge. But getting stupid attack buffs from event mechanics, IS2 or even SSS produces some really funny numbers. Which are guaranteed to show up with this skill. The meteors always produce numbers.

Then there’s the way it animates. Skyfire targets an enemy, draws a circle on the ground where they are in that moment and the meteor falls after a brief delay. This allows her to miss dogs. Or any enemy that’s fast enough. It looks really cool though! Skyfire is really cool, but not all that practical.

Ultimately when I look at Fire of Heaven it looks like an instant-attack skill like Leonhardt’s S2. Something that stocks charges that you can press to get damage. The attack calculation and everything. If Skyfire was made today, her S2 would be a skill like that and she would honestly be really good with it.

I just can’t help but really like Skyfire for all she is. If she was a bird or fish she’d have a guaranteed spot on the squad, but since she isn’t, she has to earn it through me actually finding a situation to use her in.

#arknights

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

🤖

There's a great handful of robot characters in this series, and let's just omit Metal Sonic for a moment because it would be too easy to say so right away, and I'll draw attention to a few others first:

E-123 Omega. Ever since his first appearance, he's just been a fantastic character. He's got bloodlust, he craves destruction, he thinks organic beings as "meatbags", he wants to prove he's the most superior of Eggman's creations, but he's also on the good guy side, will step up for his squad, has surprisingly good insight on things, and while blunt because his programming doesn't allow for much empathy, he's still been solid support for Rouge and Shadow over the years. I really think he's probably one of the few characters that's stayed the same fundamentally since his debut.

Orbot and Cubot. These two are a set, do not separate. They're silly, cute, funny and have a really fun design gimmick. Modern henchmen robots that feel like a love letter to those of the 90s. I really like that they've branched out from being in the game continuity to also the Boom Cartoon and even the comics.

E-102 Gamma. Walked so Omega could run. Compelling story of having his internal power source be self aware enough that his goal was to destroy his robot brethren and break down so that the little comatose birds inside them could be set free. Omega seems to hold his elder "brother" in high regard, as one level results quip in "Sonic Heroes" has Omega mention "Even I couldn't beat Gamma or Beta.", so there's that too.

Emerl. Oh man, how many of us early 2000s Sonic Fans still have emotional PTSD from that storyline? Especially in the original anime, not the 4Kids dub/edit? His last action before self destructing being that he used his ability copy one more time on Cream, saw her cry and just starts leaking oil out of his eyes.

Tails Doll. Yes, he's a robot. He might be probably the most well known obscure character on this list, and is entirely written based on a bunch of precursors to creepypastas in the late 2000s, but he's cute and actually really good to use in "Sonic R", as long as it doesn't start snowing. I used to main as him, lol.

Belle and Motobud. Relatively newish characters in the last few years, but a puppet based robot and a friendly badnik, I really like this dynamic.

Omochao! I know he's probably one of the most hated characters in the series due to his annoying tendency to be an obvious tutorial character, but I actually really like his design and how many times he's gotten me out of a tight spot in some of the games where he actually has a hit box. I've had him smash incoming robots while zooming to get into view, have been able to throw him through laser gates to bypass platforming to unlock areas, have used him as an instant deadweight to get to the bottom of water faster for timed levels, and appreciate his bright colors for being eye-catching enough for me to find out my next pathway.

Also, the unlockable Omochao Gun in "Shadow the Hedgehog" is OP as heck, you literally can't lose with it. Absolute Chad move.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Hi BMT! I'm a taekooker. I know it sounds like it's going to be bad, but hear me out.

I started supporting taekook because I couldn't choose a bias in bts. So it was taekook. And then I discovered the actual taekook Fandom and I just? Wow? And like I understand. I get the fantasy where you don't want your idol to end up with a female that's not you. So you ship them together. And I'm a taekooker. But taekookers really have gone too far.

Recently I've been seeing these edits on YouTube. Overanalysing JK's playlist (something about him listening to this gay artist? Means he's gay?) And then the thing with Tae's twitter post just.

So get this, they say that this is definitely proof. Like them supporting the LGBTQ community means they're gay and in love. And I just. I guess I wanted to out it out there? Somehow? The fact that just because they support LGBTQ doesn't mean they're gay.

And at one point, I thought taekook was real cause of all the overanalysing (that was a real low point). But now I just think we're all delusional. Mostly the taekookers.

I mean, what if they're all just normal bros who maybe flirt sometimes. I know, I know. Highly unlikely. BUT maybe. What if. You know? What if we're just seeing things that aren't there?

ALSO ALSO on another note. Yoongi in the recent Run BTS dance video just. Pure freaking art.

Hi there!

It's funny, I know someone who had a similar dilemma when she first discovered BTS. She liked both Tae and Jungkook, but she couldn't pick one and I told her there's no need to choose 😄 No one imposes a limit. But her direction into the fandom was different cause she liked them separately and at some point, the Wooga squad became more interesting. And then she left kpop and moved on to greener pastures. Would I call her a taekooker because those two were her biases? Yes and no. I do think that an affiliation to a ship can be used when someone likes the ship, be it in a friendship/dynamic sense or romantic.

I appreciate you sending me this ask. It was interesting to read about your journey and how you see your two biases. Despite the problematic things taekookers do (including today with the tagging of nsfw art to friends of Tae), they also do engage in the same practices as any other shippers, from the youtube analysis, to the playlist analysis from which they draw conclusions towards the guys' sexual orientation. The methods are all the same, the story and content is different. I see this happening everywhere. I personally like JM and JK, but you can imagine how I rolled my eyes when I saw jikookers saying Jungkook's music must be related to missing Jimin because he was away or in the hospital. It's a reach, specifically when the arguments are based on such little "evidence" that is mostly based on speculation.

The thing that separates shippers are the big narratives they construct, while at the same time they have similarities due to the methods I mentioned above.

Not everything is an evidence for something else, not everything is a sign, not every time they hang out together must be a date, etc., especially when it's not used contextually. I think that's the main problem I see, which you pointed out as well.

Of course the possibility of just seeing things that are not there is quite high, simply because, as fans, we don't have access to their entire life. We only know what they allow us access to know. So, that should be kept in mind.

And on a last note, I think Yoongi biased wrecked everyone this year. I love his glow-up. Not that Yoongi didn't always make victims wanting to either marry him or sue him, but there's something else here. I can't pin point it, but I love it. He's feeling himself, more carefree, more in tune with his fashion style. And that hair 🥵

#bmt asks #taekook #taekook ship #bts ships #bts ships narratives

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Sparky

Debut: Kirby’s Adventure

First you draw a droplet. Then you draw the eyes. Add two great big orbs, and presto, it’s Sparky! Sparky is a funny little sort of guy who has delighted us all since Kirby’s adventure that he went on in Kirby’s Adventure. If you have any degree of Kirby knowledge, you will most likely know that this is the game where the Copy Ability originated, and with it, the first bunch of elemental enemies to provide those abilities!

Among these is Sparky, providing the Spark ability! One of the most important abilities in the series! Spark is the basic Electricity ability, and surrounds Kirby with a round field of electricity, with later games adding moves like charging up the size of the field, and summoning vertical lightning bolts. Now that you know what Sparky DOES, it is time to know Sparky itself!

What you need to know about Sparky itself is that it is really cute and cool! As a design, nothing about it immediately communicates electricity, and that makes it especially awesome! It appears to be a Slime, with two big cute eyes, and two mysterious orbs. These orbs seem to be the very source of its power, like some kind of Electricity Sacs! Normally, they bounce a bit loosely, but when releasing electricity, Sparky pulls them closer to its body. That is so so cool! Do you think the electricity is only in the sacs? I think it would be pretty awesome if its main body was made of some sort of electrical gel, that you can poke and then have all your hair stand up. Maybe it needs to transfer the voltage from the sacs into its main body where it can be released!

Sparky has been a staple of the Kirby series since- eek! Jeepers, look at those peepers! Yes, in early art, Sparky’s orbs were in fact depicted as eyes, on stalks! And I don’t know how to feel about it. I do love eyestalks, but here, they make the eyes look like nostrils, and eyestalks with nostrils feels unwholesome. Let’s look at an image from four years later, please.

Splendid! This is the Sparky we love. Sparky has been a staple of the Kirby series ever since! Sometimes, Spark may be replaced with Plasma for whatever reason, and in these cases Sparky is substituted for other enemies, but it’s never permanent. Sparky is fine with taking a break to let an underdog like Plugg make a name for itself!

Sparky is a rather humble enemy, and while it is reliable and appears often, it doesn’t have any plushes or starring roles, at least yet. The closest thing is the in Squeak Squad, as with any enemy, Kirby can possess and control Sparky! It is playable! Use its iconic moves like Hop Around and A Weaker Version Of Kirby’s Own Spark Attack! It’s okay that it’s weaker, because you’re playing as doggone Sparky! Also, Sparky is a doggone dog’s name!

That WOULD be the end of the post, but there is one last thing...

Look at THIS enemy, from Gimmick! for the NES, released by Sunsoft before even the first Kirby game released! This is a variant of the most basic enemy, and this one has two orbs on its head... and attacks using electricity! What’s going on here? Was Sparky intentionally based on this? Are they both based on the same core concept that I just don’t know about? I don’t know! It’s why I don’t know about the hypothetical concept! But I would love to know if anyone has any ideas!

#sparky #kirbys adventure #kirby #kirby enemies #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Hc: How the squad would try to impress you

Adler

His tales

Only a few are actually true

But all of them are entertaining

He's already an interesting person, but there are parts of him that he's afraid might scare you off if you knew the truth

So for now, you get his pretty, welcoming mask

Such as it is...

The mask of man who sometimes does stupid things, but always has a cool story to tell because of it

Not the ruthless... machine he has deep inside him

The man who will truly do anything to reach an objective when it's all on the line

The type of man who does the dirty work

The things even some of the hardest veterans he knows would think twice on

No. He can't let you know...

Hudson

He does not feel a need to impress you

In fact, he doesn't even like you

Nope, not one bit

Not the way you look at him with respect and admiration, instead of as some government drone like literally everyone else

Not the friendly, cheerful smile you always wear, and how it even reaches your gorgeous, shining eyes

And certainly not your melodic laughter, like a wind chime in a summer breeze to him, no matter how many times you say you hate the sound of it

...

He tries to impress you with the one thing he has going for him, knowledge

The only problem is he may come off as a bit of a know-it-all

But he does, in fact, know it all, so you kind of have to hand it to him

And honestly, it's almost nice to have a walking encyclopedia around

Although he'd never admit it, except perhaps with an air of exasperation, Hudson finds he actually enjoys being appreciated

Being... Liked, even

Not that he'd go out of his way to chase that reaction from others, but still

He even finds it in himself to willingly answer your questions

Even if the majority of them revolve around spell checking

Mason

He... Is not sure how to approach you

But don't take it the wrong way, he does want to

It's just, even he's not quite sure who he is these days

How will he know if what he's doing to draw you in is the real him?

Besides, he comes with a looooot of baggage...

He can't possibly drop that all on someone's lap, not at this stage in his life

For a long while, he feels distraught over wanting to talk to you and not wanting to compromise himself emotionally

But thankfully, Woods is here to give him the kick he needs

After all, he'll never find out who he is if he never tries to lay out a personality!

And as for the rest, cheesy or perhaps bizarre as it sounds: if you're the one, then it'll all work out with the brainwashed stuff

Besides, look at this place... What they do...

Everyone's a little messed up

Ok, a lot messed up

So with some surprisingly sound Woods logic in his pocket, Mason decides...

Maybe you'd like to go hangout and get drinks?

Or perhaps even, a movie?

Yeah, that sounds like a good start

Park

She knows that obviously the best way to impress someone is to be yourself!

It's not too hard, just walk up and introduce yourself

After that, segway in with a sincere complement, and bam!

You're getting to know one another

Of course, she has the added bonus of being naturally friendly, charming, and easy going

And damn, if it isn't hard to resist someone who just knows what they're about

Park asks you out for some proper, stiff drinks and has a ball trading stories

It ranges anywhere from military/secret agent type stuff, to gossip about current happenings and your friends back at base

But even then, when you're talking about the others, it almost astonishes you how she manages to keep things professional

It's never nasty comments or prying

Just... talk

And that's something that truly impresses you

She's always just so team driven and encouraging...

Perhaps you wouldn't mind getting closer to someone like that

Weaver

Weaver's in the same boat as Mason tbh

And by that I mean, he's shy and an aging, self-conscious vet with a hefty bit of baggage

Particularly, he's concerned with his missing eye

I mean, there's plenty of other, better looking guys in this place

Why would you settle for a beat up pen pusher like him?

You wouldn't get that impression from him though

Typically he just comes off as distracted or busy before he goes back to bustling around with the scientists and Major Carver

A clever fallback plan

Although the distraction piece is accurate, considering that, regardless, he's still trying to figure out just what it'd take to win you over

If you're Russian as well, he'd probably have a muuuuch easier time

Because in that case, he'd want to bond over defecting and living in the US as an ex Soviet with you

If you're not however, he has the added fear you'll reject him if you found out about his background, in addition to all the other stuff above

So he keeps that aspect as quiet as he can, and tries to talk about anything but himself

Once he works up the courage, (because he will eventually!) he likely take you out on a traditional "date" type thing and will happily let you do the talking

Woods

The most impressive thing about Woods is, well, himself!

He may be getting some salt and pepper to his beard as well but, much like Adler, he's got a lot of life still in him...

You know those weights in the back corner of the garage?

Well you can catch him pumping out some reps with them!

He's often doing waaaay too much weight which causes him to be quite sore the next morning

But hey, he does look impressive while doing it

And if, for whatever reason, he can't grab your attention all sweaty and shirtless as he pumps that iron...

He is also a very skilled marksman, he'll have you know

Whenever he can afford to show off a wicked shot out in the field, he will

He never lets his pride get in the way of the mission though

And the funny thing is...

That's what gets you in the end

Frank is so much more then his looks and his showboating

He's brave and strong and loyal...

He's a true hero, all 'mission first' and an inspiration to everyone else in the field

These are the things you like and look up to him for

Although, his unique personality is a plus

#call of duty #black ops cold war #helen park x reader #frank woods x reader #jason hudson x reader #girgori weaver x reader #alex mason x reader #russel adler x reader #call of duty x reader #cod headcannons #call of duty zombies #helen park #jason hudson #frank woods #alex mason #grigori weaver #russell adler

[micheswife]

Confessions

MICHE ZACHARIAS X SHY CADET

Miche finally tells his crush he likes her. That's it

Miche watched her from Erwin’s office as she left the headquarters to enjoy a well-deserved break. The evening sun highlighted her brunette curls, stopping just below her delicate shoulders. It was a shame really, her hair used to touch her waist when she first joined. She was so incredibly shy and anxious back then, struggling to find her place among younger people that were much stronger than her. He remembered back when she declined the promotion for the sake of her happiness. It had been 3 years since y/n joined the survey corps at the age of 20. She was a late beginner, but her analytical skills, a fateful emotional meltdown and a background in research had soon gotten her a place under section commander Hange. Y/n was not good as a fighter, but she was observant, more than Erwin and Hange. Miche could not help but notice her, she was cute after all. She had flaws, just like everyone else, but the veteran soldier was drawn to her in particular. He couldn’t remember when he felt like that for the first time. Maybe it was when he saw her for the first time, clutching a soiled handwritten application and trying her hardest to put on a brave face. Who knows? Who cares? The important part was that he liked her, she did not know and he was not going to tell.

“What are you looking at Miche? “

“N-nothing, Erwin. Go on…”

Miche went back to focusing on the meeting. y/n had already disappeared in the next lane, so there was no point looking outside. The meeting would go on for hours, as usual, veterans had no holidays.

Meanwhile, y/n made herself comfortable near the quiet riverbank. It was one of the few attractions in the little land of Paradis, especially after the fall of Wall Maria. The serene river glowed red under the now darkening sun rays. Y/n had about 30 minutes to draw something, after which it would get too dark. Problem was, y/n had no idea what to draw. So she just sat there, wondering about her life. It seemed self-indulgent to refuse work only to get out and ponder about herself, but she needed it. The chaos inside the headquarters hardly did her any good. She wanted quiet and peace, but what she had right now was just pure loneliness. Y/n had friends, but nobody close or free enough to sit under the open night sky. So she sat all alone over the wall, the cold breeze ruffling her hair. If only there were someone to hold her.

“Bottomline, all of you must prepare your squads for next month’s expedition. We can’t afford to compromise manpower. Pay attention to the weak members, we need them to come back alive. You all are dismissed.”

Miche walked out of Erwin’s office and went straight to his room that he shared with Dieter, another squad leader. He felt tired, as though he knew what was about to come. A lot of action and a shit ton of casualties, not to forget all the rigorous training he was about to deliver on the cadets.

“What a long day..”

“Tomorrow’s going to be longer, Ness.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you will make it through the expedition?”

Miche scrunched his nose at the odd yet totally reasonable question. Him and Dieter served the scout regiment since their teenage years, yet they never quite got used to the anxiety before impending doom. Against his overbearing stress, Miche gave him a positive answer hoping to lift his spirits.

“I will make it out alive, Ness. The most damage I will end up with is a lost limb, after which I will retire and live a peaceful life. Don’t worry.” Miche finished with his signature scoff, masking his true emotions. The shameless, pretentious display of cockiness was all worth the little chuckle from Ness, the most sociable, tender man among veterans.

They made their way to the dining hall after chit chatting and freshening up. Their tables had the usual serving of bread, soup and vegetables. His eyes scanned the place for the owner of those beautiful, crazy curls, y/n, she should have been back by now. He couldn’t see her anywhere. Usually it was so easy to spot her in her corner seat. Perhaps Hange assigned her some work, but he couldn’t risk revealing his crush by asking the overly-energetic squad leader. So he quietly finished his plate, feeling just a little hint of emptiness because he missed y/n.

“Nifa, find y/n and tell her I want her in the lab tomorrow at 6am sharp.” Mike overheard Hange speaking from a couple of tables away.

“Yes captain.” Nifa quickly finished her meal and left the dining hall and eventually the headquarters. Her face made it clear that she had done this several times now and Miche was not surprised. Y/n was often in her own head and stayed out for a long time. Miche just found it unusual for her to stay out this late. It was cold outside, no person in their right mind would stay out past 8pm. He wished he knew what was going on inside the girl’s head that made her personality so withdrawn, but he did not have the time. He needed to draft a schedule for this week’s training and tests for the cadets. Just the thought of sitting in an office doing paperwork with a candlelight flickering throughout the night made him feel calm. He was extremely skilled on the field, but he liked doing paperwork too. His studious side was something only his immediate squad and other veterans were familiar with. Sometimes he couldn’t help fantasizing about sharing his study with y/n. Aside from his feelings, y/n had the brains to draft a perfect test that tapped into all the necessary skills for the next expedition. After all, that was what she had been doing before joining the survey corps, albeit in a different field. Miche stopped in his tracks as an idea struck him. He felt dumb, so dumb. He had drafted so many tests, all by himself, fully knowing that there was someone that could probably do it better than him. Fully knowing that y/n had been a psychology student, and she had perfected the theory subjects after joining the survey corps. He turned around and approached Hange.

“Would you mind if I borrow one of your soldiers for a while?”

“That depends, Miche, who are you talking about?”

“Y/n, I need her help drafting the tests tonight. I think she can do a good job.”

“You are right.. I’ll let her know.”

“Tell her to be in my office by 9;30 tonight.”

Miche left for his office to begin work, he wanted to finish as much as he could before y/n showed up. Because work was not the only thing he was concerned about. He knew exactly what he was doing, it was dubious, but he needed to do it. It was funny how a few hours ago he thought he’d never confess his feelings, but later created an opportunity to do that exact thing. He couldn’t believe himself.

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It was 9;30 sharp, and Miche heard a soft knock on his office door.

“Come in, it’s unlocked, and take a seat before me.” He said without lifting his head.

Y/n made herself comfortable and glanced over three open books and a single page. Miche was writing down questions.

“Alright y/n, I need your help drafting the question papers for tomorrow’s tests. Of course, you will be exempted from actually taking the test as a reward.”

“Understood, sir”

“Good, now I want you to create 30 questions that combine the concepts of formations, weaponry and strategy. Make them difficult, and make sure to base it upon the last 5 expeditions.”

“Alright-”

“You have 2 hours to finish this.”

“Okay..” y/n walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed a heap of books. Miche raised his eyebrows in confusion,

“How are you going to refer to that many books and finish it within time?” Miche questioned her.

“I will, don’t worry.” y/n’s sudden confidence took him aback.

“Well good luck.”

Time flew by quickly as both of them were engrossed in their work, the only sounds coming from the candle and turning of pages. It wasn’t peaceful to be precise, y/n was turning pages with such aggression it made the section commander steal glances at her. She would flip through the pages and write down important points, constantly checking the time as she worked. Her handwriting got messier as time flew by and Miche couldn’t help but notice. He could tell that y/n totally had the plan to give those cadets a hard time. She had a weak, but cocky smirk the whole time, and Miche was just glad that he was not one of the people that would need to take the test. He knew that expression and aggressive handwriting very well. She always wore that smirk while writing exams, and everytime she came out on top. Miche knew she was overcompensating for her sub-par physique and iron-deficiency that interfered with her ODM skills, but that semblance of confidence on her face always turned him on. Her hair was still messed up, she struggled to keep that twisted fringe out of her face.

“Where’s the ruler?!” Y/n asked loudly, shaking Miche out of his trance.

“Wait…” He fished out a ruler from the clutter in his drawer and handed it to y/n.

“What are you drawing?”

“A wrong diagram of the latest formation.” Y/n replied curtly.

“I see.. Good.”

Miche was organizing his drawer after finishing his work when y/n handed him the tests. It was 11;30 sharp. The ink had somehow gotten between y/n’s fingers. Miche went through all seven pages of three extremely complicated tests and shot a glance at y/n, who looked like she was awaiting his praise. She was sitting with her back straight, wide eyed and messy hair. Miche chuckled, and y/n smiled. She knew she had done those cadets dirty with her questions.

“You have a naughty side, don’t you?” “Kitten” , was the term Miche refrained from using at the end.

Y/n nodded with a cheeky grin. The section commander squinted and got up from his chair, towering over her. A faint blush crept over her cheeks as she broke eye contact with him, staring down at her feet instead. Her delicate shoulders now looked tensed up under her transparent, embroidered shoulder shawl. The pile of paperwork didn’t allow him to notice her beautiful blush pink dress. She had embroidered little flowers to accentuate her figure all the way down to her hips.

“You look beautiful in that dress.” Miche blurted out, causing her to blush harder and breathe unevenly.

“Thank you, sir..”

“Look at me when you speak.”

“O-okay..” she slowly raised her head, still not wanting to make eye contact.

“I will be straight to the point y/n… I like you, not just as a comrade.”

“Understood.” y/n was taking quick, short breaths, causing the tall blonde to get on his knees. She had gone back to her timid mouse state and he could no longer read her.

“Are you scared right now?” Miche tried hard to not sound like a creep.

“No, I like you too!”

“That’s -” he began to speak but got cut off.

“More than a comrade, if you were wondering…” she trailed off shyly. Miche kept staring at her, dumbstruck at her honest confession. This whole time he had no idea about her feelings.

"When were you planning to tell me ..?" Miche asked, pulling a chair behind him. He was still leaning towards y/n with an expression of pure shock.

"I… Never planned on saying anything." Y/n's expression saddened as she looked at him with her doe eyes.

"I can understand.". he was telling the truth. The realisation that their confessions were a result of his impulsive decision dawned on him. He couldn't take his eyes off her form. She looked anxious, fondling with her pendant in one hand.

"Do you want to take this further?" Y/n asked with a shaky voice, and his answer was immediate.

"Yes."

She looked straight into his eyes and smiled.

"Can I kiss you?" The 35 year old man felt like a teenager trying to walk on eggshells. The woman before him giggled and nodded in approval, finally lifting her hand from the pendant. She was starting to settle down, although the butterflies in her stomach made it difficult. Miche was about to lean in when she stopped him and got up from her chair.

"I forgot to lock the door." She said naughtly.

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Okay, I really wanted to turn this into a smut, but I am too chicken. 🙈🥺

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⌨️ Non-Zero-Sum Game | Sunmi

Request: Hey can I request a fluffy scenario where the reader is playing video games and Sunmi is bored so she tries to distract the reader? Thanks Plot: Sunmi goes to Reader's apartment after work, but it seems like Reader has something more interesting to do than to give her attention. Words: 1, 859 Genre: fluff Notes: i loved writing this one!!!! have a nice read! ♡♡

You were so focused that you didn't notice the sound of the key in the door, the door opening or even the sound of high heels echoing in the living room and stopping, being replaced by ladybugs slippers extremely comfortable for those white and tired feet, who walked slowly to the room you were in.

Nor could you hear these sounds with a headset at a high volume, with shots of different types of assault rifles and hand grenades exploding.

You also didn't notice the smell of the sweet perfume that took over the room, a smell that you used to praise every time it got stuck in your nose. Almost all of your senses were too focused on what was going on in those three huge screens in the computer desk positioned on the wall opposite to the entrance to that room.

On the screen, you had some goals: to kill members of the opposing team, to keep yourself and your teammates alive and, above all, to arm and activate a bomb in the enemy's defense field. It was not as difficult as it seemed, the hardest was to find a good team - which you, luckily, had already found - and set up a strategy.

Sometimes, these games were not just fun for you, they were a healthy competition and a challenge for your brain.

"On your right, gashinassassin!", you heard the high-pitched voice of your teammate, thej0k3r (or, as you called her since middle school, Sieun), alert you.

Your fingers worked nimbly on the keyboard and mouse, pressing the right keys and buttons to aim and fire at the right time, moving your avatar to the left side in order to hide behind the wall to get out of the opponent's sights. A colorful game with such realistic graphics on screens that size made you feel part of it, as if you were really there.

You felt your headset being pulled from your left ear and, before you could turn around, soft lips landed where the headset had been.

"Hmmm... I just arrived the apartment and this so-called gashinassassin didn't even give me a kiss...”, a sly voice found the tunnel to your eardrums and went straight to your stomach, waking up the butterflies that lived there.

It was her.

You grinned largely at the beautiful woman next to you.

"Hey, bab-"

Your voice was interrupted by the loud gunshot in your right ear and an effect you haven't heard in a while. Headshot. You looked back at the giant screen and blurted out a curse. A shot right in the middle of your avatar’s head!

"Now that you've died in the game, I deserve a decent ‘welcome, love’. Don't you think?", suggested Sunmi, still in the same clothes she wore before leaving your apartment early in the morning for an appointment.

You held up a finger as if asking her to wait a minute and adjusted the headset while listening to your team putting together another strategy. Now, your avatar was at the “starting base”. 15 seconds to "resurrect" and return with all energy in the game.

"Guys, I'll be right back, my girlfriend has arrived.", you said it pretty fast and, before you could hear any mockery from your friends, removed the headset and dropped it next to the mouse.

"Come here.", you called Sunmi, pulling her by the hand.

Sunmi sat on your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck, a tight hug. You sought her lips with yours and she let you smudge her lipstick. It didn't matter now that her makeup was all ruined, as long as you showed how much you missed her.

Ending this long kiss with short kisses, you smiled as you noticed Sunmi's completely smudged lipstick.

"You look like the Joker."

"I hope you're referring to the real Joker and not Sieun.", Sunmi raised an eyebrow and got up from your lap.

"Ewwww! No! Not at all!", you purposefully shook your body from head to toe and made a face of complete disgust.

Sunmi laughed as she ran her fingers through her hair, pinning it up in a bun at the top of her head.

"I'm going to take a shower. When I get back, forget about this game. I’m bored and wanna spend some time with my love.", she didn't wait for an answer and went straight to the bathroom in the suite.

"This is the last one-" you said, your answer being the bathroom door slamming shut.

Ever since she left the bathroom, Sunmi realized that your focus on the game was intense. She was wearing one of her baggy t-shirts and plaid pants, her hair still tied up. After so many hours dedicated to a program and participating in a competition game with other idols, Sunmi just wanted to spend time with you, watching a movie lying on top of you, kissing you now and then and enjoying that comfortable silence that only the two of you had.

Wanting to draw your attention to her, Sunmi grabbed your shoulders and started a massage. She kissed the top of your head, just above the curve of the headset.

"Farther to the right," you said, without taking your eyes off the screen.

"On the right shoulder?", she asked, placing both hands on your right shoulder.

"There."

She smiled, continuing the massage.

"NOW DOWN, DOWN, DOWN!!", you shouted, Sunmi almost fell backwards, startled.

"Idiot, were you talking to the people in the game???"

You took off your headset and turned slightly to the side, facing a Sunmi with her right hand resting on her chest, breathing fast.

"Sorry, it's very difficult around here...”, you pointed to the screen. “Did I scare you?"

Just Sunmi's angry look was enough of an answer.

"Sorry, baby, I'm going to finish here and I'll give you attention. It's gonna be really quick, okay?", you said, pouting.

Sunmi crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to make a sandwich.", and she left the room, without looking back or asking you if you wanted some.

After ten minutes, she returned to the room with a plate of that big sandwich and also a soda can. She placed the sandwich plate next to your mouse and opened the can next to your ear, so the noise would be loud for you.

She was standing, leaning her elbow on your chair, staring at the screen just like you. She picked up the sandwich, took a bite and there was mayonnaise on her lower lip.

"There, there, look!", she pointed at the screen at a soldier with an AK47 in hand. "Shoot!"

"No, no, this is Yeri, she is from my squad.", you smiled.

"Hmm..."

"No, I was talking to Sunmi.", your expression changed to full concentration.

Feeling ignored, Sunmi sat on the bed and turned on the television. On purpose, she left the volume almost to the maximum on a sitcom on Prime Video.

Feeling uncomfortable with the sound, you looked quickly at the screen and then at Sunmi. She pretended that she didn't notice your discomfort. Nothing would change until you turned your attention to her, that's how she thought.

A few more minutes passed and Sunmi started to laugh. It wasn't a natural laugh, you could see. It was a forced laugh, an outrageous laugh, which made you look back again for eye contact with Sunmi. Once again she pretended not to notice.

"Just a little while longer and the game will be over and then finally I will be able to give all my attention to her.", you thought.

The notes of a song you knew very well started to echo out of the headset and you tried to hide a smile. Sunmi was looking like a child in need of attention. Oh, how well you knew her! You would join that game with her. But, in the end, none of you would lose.

You turned off the microphone and chatted to your friends, saying you would need to quit the game. They did not object. However, doing it quickly for her not to see, you played a gameplay on youtube and pretended it was you playing it.

When a specific part of the song arrived, Sunmi sang at the top of her lungs:

"When will hug me and kiss me?"

You held back a laugh and simulated a cough. She danced to her own music on the bed, in a sloppy and completely beautiful way.

"Isn't it a little too narcissistic to listen to your own music?", you asked, swiveling your chair in a movement that would make you face Sunmi.

"Isn't it a little too bad to keep your girlfriend waiting?", she threw herself on her back on the bed and one of the pillows fell to the floor.

You got up and picked it up, put it back on the bed and threw yourself next to your girlfriend. She was angry, you knew that.

But you also knew how to put an end to that angriness.

"Go back to your game. I don't want you anymore.", with her cell phone in hands, Sunmi was looking for another song.

"Oh, so you don’t want me anymore?!", you feigned disbelief. "This is cruel!"

You approached your body to hers and she did nothing. But she also didn't try to move away. And she was starting to pout. How could she be so adorable?

"Cruel is to keep your girlfriend waiting.", Sunmi pressed the play angrily and Gashina started playing.

"Look! There is a very good player who uses the name of this great song as user in games..."

"I don't care.", she shrugged.

You chuckled and hid your face on her neck, stretched out your left arm and held Sunmi in a half hug. You kissed her shoulder.

"Forgive me... I'm here! I promise I won't play again now, I'll do whatever you want and I'll give you all the attention in the world."

Sunmi rolled her eyes.

"Funny... your game is still on the screen."

"It's just gameplay... a trap to see how far you would go.", you confessed.

"You are veeery funny.", Sunmi said, without a hint of truth. "You said you're going to give me all the attention in the world and do what I want. Is that true?", she asked, still pouting.

"Super duper ultra true.", you raised your pinky to her.

"Okay then.", she joined her pinky with yours and then you kissed her, pressing her against you.

After a while on that kiss, Sunmi separated your lips.

"How long has that gameplay been running?"

"A few minutes, why?", you slid your lips over hers.

"All this time you could be just giving me attention?!", she was indignant. “I was about to play the bass!”

"Oh, baby, come here.", you pulled her, laughing.

She would not need to ask for your attention. Never. Your eyes would always be focused on her.

Another kiss started and you both smiled. Healthy love games always ended with Sunmi’s lips’ taste and sincere, beautiful smiles. And the two of you ended up winning. There was no better game.

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I Watched the First Episode of Every New Spring 2021 Anime Airing on Crunchyroll

Hey, are you like me, and feeling like you're not getting the most out of your Crunchyroll subscription? Sure, there's stuff on there that you know you like. But whenever I look at the big long list of simulcasting shows, my eyes glaze over and I don't even know where to begin.

I wanted to change my habits and see if there were any shining gems that I should be watching. So, as per the title, I watched the first episode of every new Spring 2021 anime on Crunchyroll. And guess what? There’s a lot of crap! But indeed, there’s some stuff that’s worth your time.

Some clarification: I've only watched shows that began their first season in April 2021.

Backflip!!

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As Futaba Shotaro comes to the end of middle school, his interest in baseball has begun to wane. Soon he notices the Ao High Boys Gymnastic Club and becomes enthralled, especially after seeing them perform. Once he learns they're down two members, he chooses to sign up and pursue the art of gymnastics. The club is also joined by Misato Ryoya, a star solo gymnast looking to expand his technique through teamwork.

Our Thoughts

Pretty formulaic shoujo sports anime: you've got your himbo, your thug, your ladies' man, your stoic guy, with Shotaro rounding out the cast as the shy and awkward audience surrogate. It looks wholesome enough, and the choreographed routines employ CG in a way that's quite convincing without being hideous.

Who It's For

Fans of  FREE, or Yuri!!! on Ice, or any similar shows about cute boys who succeed at athletic feats. 

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Burning Kabaddi

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Legendary high school soccer star Yoigoshi Tatsuya has given up on sports! That is, until he's blackmailed to join the high school kabaddi team, under threat of his online persona being leaked to the entire school. Although Tatsuya initially writes kabaddi off as stupid, the unexpected happens as he begins to have fun.

Our Thoughts

Kabaddi is kinda like competitive tag, or dodgeball but with your body instead of a ball. Burning Kabaddi is basically the shounen alternative to Backflip!! above, replete with nosebleeds, pratfalls, and dudes punching each other. The main cast don't seem to like each other very much; that probably changes as the show goes on but at first blush it's a dynamic I always find annoying.

Who it's For

Fans of Haikyuu!!? Maybe?

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CARDFIGHT!! VANGUARD overDress

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The newest series based on Bushiroad's collectible card game, featuring character designs by the beloved collective CLAMP. Petit middle schooler Yu-Yu just doesn't know how to say no. As his older students dress him in drag to use as live makeup practice, he suffers a panic attack and flees into the streets. After being accosted by a pickup artist, he's befriended by Megumi, who invites him to witness a Cardfight match at the local abandoned amusement park. However, Yu-yu is too shy to tell Megumi he's actually a boy…

Our Thoughts

What an unexpectedly weird concept for a show about a card game. Our hero spends the whole episode in drag, whimpering and simpering at the sight of any conflict. Then they show off the latest series of cards, which all seem to be giant buff knights with names like "Bad Steve" and "Violent Bruce". Your guess is as good as mine.

Who it's For

Cardfight!! lovers, Japanese gender studies majors, or the most desperate fujoshi. 

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Cestvs: The Roman Fighter

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The Lowdown

The year is 54AD, and Nero has taken the throne as the youngest emperor of Rome. At the bottom of the population, Cestvs is a young slave training to be a colosseum boxer. Reluctant, his only choice is to fight or die.

Our Thoughts

Seeing Nero depicted as a gentle little twink is pretty funny. It's also pretty funny that the central character is named after a Roman boxing glove. The animation style transitions to some very uncanny CG when a major fight takes place, and I didn't like that one bit! This seems like a pretty average tournament anime but with a historical setting. It's currently unknown if any of these dudes are fucking each other. I'm gonna say probably.

Who It's For

The venn-diagram of Greco-Roman history buffs and lovers of tournament series?

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Don’t Toy with Me, Miss Nagatoro!

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Hachioji Naoto is a nerdy, introverted student who spends his time studying and avoiding socialising. When pages from the fantasy manga he's drawing fall out of his bookbag, they catch the attention of a younger student named Nagatoro Hayase. Nagatoro begins to tease Naoto for his otaku interests and awkward demeanour, peppered with some suggestive flirting.

Our Thoughts:

What would you do if a younger girl flirted with you? Would you cry? Piss your pants maybe? Maybe shit and cum? Don't Toy With Me… attempts to barely conceal its BDSM fantasy with its comedic elements, but it's incredibly apparent as Nagatoro always wipes away Naoto's tears as a sort of aftercare. It's like a lighter, comedic version of Aku no Hana, but lacking any of the ponderings or danger that made that work so special.

Who It's For: 

People who search Pornhub for "bratty sister femdom".

Borscht Rating:

86 Eighty-Six

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The Republic of San Magnolia and the Giad Empire, have been at war for nearly a decade. Using advanced military technology, the frontlines are fought by giant mecha drones called Juggernauts, controlled remotely by Handlers. Major Vladilena Mirizé is one of the military's most talented Handlers in the 1st District, and one who is constantly teased by her peers for the humanity and empathy she shows her squadron. The government line is that drone warfare has kept casualties to zero, but unbeknownst to the public these "drones'' are piloted by 86ers—the lowest class of citizens, forced to live in military internment camps in San Magnolia's 86th District.

Our Thoughts

This is incredibly my kind of thing. We've got a dual narrative being set up here: Vladilena as the kind, reluctant officer of a fascist regime, and the Bad Company-esque antics of her new ragtag squad, Spearhead. The first episode is split pretty evenly between the two, with each story converging at the end as Vladilena "meets" Spearhead for the first time through her comms station. It's an explosive and enticing first episode, and I can't wait to watch more of it.

Who It's For

Fans of Fullmetal Alchemist, Psycho-Pass, Gundam, or any number of anti-imperialist war stories.

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Fairy Ranmaru

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In a quiet corner of the city sits Bar F, a modest drinking establishment staffed entirely by five hot young men. Unbeknownst to the general population, these men are a crack team of fairies sent to the human world to gather the latent energy of "attachment". They do this by solving the problems of young women, taking their hearts in the process.

Our Thoughts

Hubba hubba, a little something for the ladies! It's Weiẞ Kreuz with a bar instead of a flower shop, fairies instead of assassins, and some pretty revealing outfits. There's definitely a little Persona 5 inspiration here too, from the punctuating phrase "Take your Heart!" to many of the visual cues. Make of that what you will.

Who It's For

Fans of Weiẞ Kreuz, slash fic authors.

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Farewell, My Dear Cramer

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Onda Nozomi was once the star player of her middle school football team. Completely unmatched, she no longer plays as there's no opponent she deems to be on her level. Meanwhile Suou Sumire far outpaces her teammates, causing her frustration. By a twist of fate, these two girls find themselves joining the scrappy Warabi Seinan High School FC as they begin to learn the value of teamwork and friendship.

Our Thoughts

I don't know sports. And I really don't know football. I had to look up what the title meant, and now I barely know who Dettmar Cramer is. I'm really not the best person to judge this, but it seems like a pretty good female-driven sports anime. 

Who It's For

Fans of Ace o Nerae! or other sports manga/anime about those ever burning bonds between young teammates.

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Gloomy, the Naughty Grizzly

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Pitty lives with his pet Gloomy, a massive pink bear. Can a boy and a bear truly get along?

Our Thoughts:

This is a series of minute-long gag episodes in which Gloomy mauls Pitty and blood squirts everywhere. It's definitely meant to be a morbid parody of Sanrio or San-X; it might be a Rilakkuma parody in particular? Gloomy is the kind of thing you might laugh at if it came on in between shows, but it's pretty slight to go through the trouble of putting on.

Who It's For:

Gag anime fans with one minute to spare.

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Higehiro: After Being Rejected, I Shaved and Took in a High School Runaway

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After a night of drinking in Tokyo, slovenly salaryman Yoshida encounters a teenage runaway sitting under a lamppost. She offers to sleep with him in return for letting her spend the night in his apartment. Yoshida refuses her offer but allows her to stay. The next morning the girl, Sayu, reveals she's travelled all the way from Hokkaido, sleeping with random men in return for lodging and money. Feeling responsible for her safety, Yoshida agrees for Sayu to stay indefinitely in return for handling household chores.

Our Thoughts

This is kind of the inverse of Koikimo (see below), but without a scumbag character and from a male perspective. It's not nearly as nauseating as that show, but it's still a fantasy about living with a busty teenage girl.

Who It's For

Libertarians.

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I've Been Killing Slimes For 300 Years And Maxed Out My Level

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Office lady Aizawa Azusa dies of overwork in her early 20s, and finds herself standing before a lecherous goddess. Allowed a wish as compensation for her untimely demise, Azusa wishes for an endless life of leisure. The goddess reincarnates her as a 17-year-old immortal witch in an RPG-coded fantasy world. Thrilled, Azusa lazes about, brewing potions for her neighbouring villagers, and kills a small amount of slimes each day to supplement her income. After doing this every day for 300 years, she inadvertently finds herself at Level 99. Her peaceful life is soon upended as adventurers and dragons come from miles around to challenge the legendary witch.

Our Thoughts:

I'm not really an isekai fan, and that goes double for series which aren't set in an RPG, yet use RPG mechanics. Levelling up, grinding stats, min-maxing, as if it's a part of the fabric of the setting. I don't get it. I like watching numbers go up as much as the next dork, but I don't need to watch numbers go up in absolutely every piece of media I consume. Just play a fucking video game, Jesus Christ almighty.

I thought this might be setting up a fun series in which a layabout is reluctantly called upon to undertake a dangerous quest, but I don't think that's what's going on at all. When the red dragon Laika wrecks Azusa's house, she transforms into a cute young girl and the two begin living together, teaching each other the pros and cons of hard work and slothfulness respectively. The trajectory of the series might be as laid back as its protagonist in the end, which, ultimately, would be fitting.

Who It's For:

Isekai fans, slice-of-life fans. The twain have met!

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Joran: The Princess of Snow and Blood

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In alternative history Japan the Meiji Period continued well into the 1930s, and the ongoing Tokugawa Shogunate has brought technological prosperity to the nation through a magical energy source called the Dragon's Vein. Sawa Yukimura runs a bookshop where she lives with her little sister by day, but by night she's an assassin for Nue, the shogunate's secret police. As the terrorist group Kuchinawa deploys transforming beasts in an attempt to topple the shogunate, Nue springs into action with their own abilities.

Our Thoughts

There are a lot of concepts competing here, and a few too many flashy transformation sequences for my taste, but I'm really into it! Nue are made up of sex workers and street musicians, often overlooked and therefore easily able to blend in. There's a supernatural Standalone Complex vibe to how the team operates, and they're almost assuredly on the wrong side. Worth a shot!

Who It's For

Fans of alternate history science fiction, Ghost in the Shell: Standalone Complex, Demon Slayer.

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Koikimo: Koi to Yobu ni wa Kimochi Warui ("It's Disgusting to Call This Love")

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Amakusa Ryo is a womanizing salaryman concerned with nothing but his own base desires. As he slips on the train station stairs one morning, he's saved by the swift action of Arima Ichika, a kind-hearted high schooler. When it turns out Ichika is friends with Ryo's younger sister Riou, he decides she's his soulmate, and begins to pursue her no matter how many times she refuses him. Comedy ensues!

Our Thoughts

Yeah, OK groomer.

Alright look, Korikimo is written by a woman and told from Ichika's perspective, so this is obviously meant to be a lighthearted "older man" shoujou romance. As an older man, all I saw were the adventures of a paedophile and the teenager he's stalking. Fuck off.

Who it's For

There's probably other stuff like this, right? If you like that, here you go.

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Let's Make a Mug, Too

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After the death of her mother, Himeno and her father relocate from bustling Tokyo to quiet Tajimi City in Gifu Prefecture. The former salaryman opens a quiet cafe using the remarkable mugs made by his late wife, while Himeno follows in her mother's footsteps and joins the school pottery club. Although her first project ends in disaster, Himeno makes fast friends with the eccentric pottery enthusiasts who make up the club.

Our Thoughts

It's no Eizouken, but I guess it's probably not meant to be. I'm not a big iyashikei genre fan, but if that's your thing, you might enjoy the wholesome non-adventures of three girls trying to make a mug. It's worth noting these episodes are only about 12 minutes long, with the remaining runtime segmented into live action episodes where the voice actresses tour Tajimi and unconvincingly pretend to be interested in Gifu's famous mino-yaki pottery. I think this must be a tie-in with a local tourist board. 

Who It's For

People who enjoy stuff like Aria, actually.

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OddTaxi

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In a Tokyo populated by anthropomorphic animals, a solemn walrus named Odokawa spends his nights driving his cab around the bustling metropolis, spending his free time drinking with his pals. Odokawa soon finds his quiet life disrupted by a caper involving a missing girl, some crooked cops, and the animal yakuza. 

Our Thoughts

A deft blend of working class slice-of-life with mystery, cute animals, and striking visual design. OddTaxi might be the sleeper hit of Spring 2021.

Who It's For

Fans of existentialist film noir with absurdist comedy, Polar Bear Cafe, walrus lovers.

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Osamake: Romcom Where The Childhood Friend Won't Lose

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Suehiro Maruo Sueharu Maru has his heart set on Shirokusa Kachi, the hottest girl in school. When she begins dating a young actor, Sueharu confides in his childhood friend Kuroha Shida, who's openly in love with him and he rejected in the past. Kuroha suggests the two get revenge on Shirokusa by pretending to be in love. Will Sueharu fall in love with Kuroha for real, making her dreams come true?

Our Thoughts

Give me a fucking break.

Who It's For

I don't know and I don't care.

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SD Gundam World Heroes

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The newest instalment of the SD Gundam media-mix franchise. In a world populated by super deform mecha, a burning meteor lands in the middle of Captain City. From it launches a terrible mechanized beast: Naughty Lion. When the police are powerless to stop it, a crack team led by Zhuge Liang Gundam and Liu Bei Gundam sorties to bring Naughty Lion to justice. When the beast stops rampaging, it transforms into Sun Wukong Gundam, a youthful amnesiac mecha horrified at the destruction he wrought. The Three Kingdoms Gundams welcome Sun Wukong into the fold to make sense of this mysterious event.

Our Thoughts

I'm an 80s kid, I know a 30-minute toy commercial when I see one.

No, seriously though, I'm aware of SD Gundam's merchandising—they're cute designs, and I even used to have a bunch of the gum rubber mini figurines. I've played the SD Great War Super Famicom games, they're fun! This is a vehicle to get kids hyped up about the latest toys, which are...based on  a hodgepodge of Journey to the West and Romance of the Three Kingdoms this year? There's even a little SD Guan Yu Gundam with a big long beard!

I kinda wanted to like the idea of a bearded robot, but the mechas are super busy and overdesigned. I guess there's only so much you can do to make your next series of toys bigger and better, so these guys are all decked out in gold accents, capes, horns, and antlers, and half the time I couldn't parse what I was seeing.

I'm so glad I don't have to watch any more of this. 

Who It's For

Very, *very* young mecha fans.

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Seven Knights Revolution: Hero Successor

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Long ago, the Dark God Nestra ruled the world through fear. Standing against him were the Seven Knights, seven brave warriors chosen by the Light Goddess Serrass. With their powers combined, Nestra was defeated and the lands returned to peace. Hundreds of years later the wicked Physis Cult seeks to revive Nestra, summoning undead beasts to ravage the countryside. With the Seven Knights long dead, the Granseed Academy has risen to train the next wave of heroes to combat this threat. Using special cards, the students of Granseed are able to call upon the power of the Seven Knights to guide them in battle.

Our Thoughts

As soon as the opening started with its transforming heroes and lovingly depicted weapon cards, I realised this must be based on a mobile game. Indeed, this is based on a free-to-play gacha from Korean developer Netmarble. Even before I was able to confirm this, Hero Successor failed to draw me in, eschewing details on the nature of its world in lieu of a glamourised marketing push for its source material. What's here is incredibly slight, and likely to be of little interest to anyone who isn't deep into this game.

Who It's For

Seven Knights whales, I guess.

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Those Snow White Notes

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Sawamura Setsu mourns the death of his grandfather Matsugorou, a talented shamisen player who refused to pass his secrets on. Not knowing what else to do, he leaves his remote village for Tokyo, taking nothing but his shamisen along with him. Soon he finds himself wrapped up in the complicated life of aspiring actress Yuna and her scuzzy rockstar boyfriend Taketo. When Setsu opens for Taketo's band, he stuns the audience with the raw emotion of his playing. However, his heart is still tumultuous. 

Our Thoughts

An entertaining first episode of a speciality music series, which is the kind of thing I have a place in my heart for. I couldn't shake the feeling of some latent misogyny that suggested the role of a woman is to inspire a tortured artist, but I might be wrong. The final few minutes take a twist by introducing Setsu's weird, horny mother who seems to have her own personal SWAT team, and it looks like the series becomes a more conventional high school anime from episode 2 onwards. Don't know about that!

Who It's For

Fans of Kids on the Slope, Sound of the Sky.

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Tokyo Revengers

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Former delinquent Takemichi is unsatisfied with the way his life turned out, living alone in a paper-thin apartment and working a minimum wage job under a boss who doesn't respect him. When watching the news one evening, he learns that his highschool sweetheart Hinata was killed, alongside her little brother. On the way to work the next morning, Takemichi falls in front of an oncoming train and wakes up 12 years in the past. Armed with foreknowledge, he attempts to turn his life around and save his onetime lover.

Our Thoughts

This is drawing from a lot of sources; the whole train sequence is lifted straight from Gantz, while the story itself initially seems like a Life on Mars kind of deal. In fact, Tokyo Revengers sees Takemichi jump back and forth between the present and the past, seemingly making small changes until he achieves his desired outcome. It feels like a very video gamey depiction of time travel, and one that's not super interesting.

Who It's For

Steins;Gate fans, maybe? Delinquent manga (Shonan Junai Gumi, Crows, etc.) fans, maybe? It's pretty self-serious compared to any of those.

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To Your Eternity

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An immortal being in the form of an orb falls to earth and becomes a stone. Years pass, an ice age sets in, and a white wolf stumbles onto the tundra and dies. The orb, able to take the form of anything that leaves a strong impression on it, transforms into the wolf and slowly learns how to use its newfound ambulatory body. The creature treks back through the tundra where it meets a boy living alone, after the rest of his village left in search of a better life. The boy recognises the wolf as his beloved pet, Johann, and the two begin living together in the harsh, lonely wastes.

Our Thoughts

I'm being a little coy with the synopsis here, and there's a major shake-up at the end of this debut episode. This one's based on a manga by the critically acclaimed Yoshitoki Ooima (A Silent Voice), and it's a depressing, compelling, and exciting start to a series. Lots of potential here!

Who It's For

Fans of NieR, Fragile Dreams: Farewell Ruins of the Moon, Last Exile, Kino's Journey.

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So, there you have it. I'm hoping this will be of use to anyone who experiences a similar sense of dread when faced with so many choices. Maybe we’ll do this again during the Summer 2021 anime season.

Also, please don't get mad at me if I'm snarky about your new favourite show! It’s just TV and I'm a big idiot anyway.

#anime #crunchyroll #backflip!! #burning kabaddi #cardfight!! vanguard overDress #cestvs #don't toy with me miss nagatoro #86 #eighty six #fairy ranmaru #farewell my dear cramer #gloomy #higehiro #koikimo #killing slimes #joran #let's make a mug too #oddtaxi #osamake #sd gundam #seven knights #those snow white notes #tokyo revengers #to your eternity

[murdereraisuha]

Alright, time to continue the Pair Swap AU I made a post on a week ago. This post will focus on Vil & Epel as bickering 1st years, Lilia and Malleus as mentor and rebellious mentee, and Silver & Sebek as boss and henchman.

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So, for Vil and Epel, Vil is now aged down to 16 so he can be part of the 1st year squad, meaning that he isn’t as powerful/skilled as he is at 18 and he’s probably less mature as well. In canon, when Vil and Epel first meet at the entrance ceremony, Vil absolutely destroys Epel in combat. However, with the difference in age taken away, and given that both of them have likely already worked to become strong, the fight might not be so one-sided. Therefore, for this AU, their fight is going to end in a draw due to running out of time before the dorm sorting begins. Once they discover that they’re both in Pomefiore, a rivalry forms between them based on their differing ideologies.

I imagine that in this relationship, Epel would be like Ace while Vil would be like Deuce. Since Vil does not have the power to effectively control Epel, Epel is free to wear what he wants, behave like he wants, and talk how he wants. This would likely put him in conflict with the others in Pomefiore the same as how Ace conflicts with Riddle and the Queen of Heart’s rules in canon. For Vil, I feel like he already has a dream of eventually becoming the dorm leader, so he would strive to make a good impression on the other Pomefiore students. However, now, his rivalry with Epel and the disgraceful scenes that their spats might cause would likely hinder his plans to some degree.

Since Vil’s not the dorm leader in this AU, we have to sort out the state of the dorm and what Rook’s doing. Rook is all about observing the beauty of others and doing what he can to help nurture that beauty. In canon, he focuses on Vil’s beauty, so he accepts the position of vice dorm leader so he can be close to Vil. I think it’s safe to assume that in canon, no other Pomefiore students in Rook’s grade match up to Vil, so in this AU there’s been no one in particular for Rook to latch onto. Therefore, I think that Rook is going to be dorm leader here, since it would allow him to better observe + nurture beauty within the rest of Pomefiore, and he also gets to be in dorm leader meetings with Leona. Also it’s funny for one of the 7 dorm heads of NRC to secretly be a super fan boy for an RSA student. The vice dorm leader is therefore going to be some random mob, since that position gets decided before the entrance ceremony and Rook probably can’t switch the mob out for some random firstie unless the mob does something to warrant losing his position.

So now the dynamic of the Pomefiore trio is basically going to be a dad and his 2 moody kids. In terms of story, I feel like Rook would see the potential of Vil & Epel to be dorm leader / vice dorm leader in the future, so he might use the VDC as a way to help them uncover that potential and also learn to work together better. Therefore, I feel like the story doesn’t have to change much besides Vil and Epel’s conflict during the preparation for the competition being different. I could change it completely to eliminate Neige and replace him with Epel, so Vil’s angry at Epel for his natural beauty and he tries to steal the spotlight from him or something, but I feel like that’s going too far away from the dynamic of canon Ace and Deuce, so I’ll leave it at that.

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Since their immortality’s been passed to Ortho & Idia in this AU, Malleus and Lilia are now both teenagers. Lilia’s family has served the Valley of Thorn’s royal family for a long time, but, so as to not infringe on the master & servant dynamic that’s gone to Riddle & Trey, Lilia has only been tasked with looking after Malleus since he started attending NRC.

Since I equalized Vil and Epel’s ages, I’m going to separate Malleus and Lilia’s ages. Welcome to the 1st year squad, Tsunotarou. I’m also going to make Lilia the dorm leader now. Since Malleus is such a naturally powerful wizard and Lilia doesn’t have hundreds of years of experience over Malleus anymore, I feel like I have to give Lilia that age and position advantage for him to stand a chance against Malleus and enforce the mentor & rebellious mentee dynamic.

Since Malleus is still a prince, he isn’t going to be as openly hostile as Epel so his form of rebellion is going to be on the passive aggressive side. As an immature 16 year old prince who can finally go outside whenever he wants now at NRC, he wants to savor his freedom as much as he can regardless of any concerns about safety that this random short guy voices, even if the random short guy is his dorm leader and someone specifically tasked to help protect him. However, Lilia is still pretty powerful and wise even as an 18 year old, so there’s gonna be stuff like Lilia confronting Malleus about something, Malleus teleporting somewhere to escape the lecture, then a swarm of bats instantly ambushing him because Lilia guessed where Malleus would try and escape to. Poor Malleus.

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With Lilia getting bumped up to dorm leader, I can’t think of anyone more fit to move up into the vice dorm leader spot than Silver. Since, again, Lilia is just a teenager in this AU, Silver is Lilia’s adopted little brother now instead of his son. Also, since much more of Lilia’s time is spent making sure Malleus doesn’t get into trouble, a lot of the duties of managing the dorm fall to Silver. Anyway, with the dorm situation figured out, how exactly do we apply a boss & henchman dynamic to Silver and Sebek?

So, what we have is

The being knights thing is given to Ace & Deuce now, so Silver and Sebek don’t have the duty of protecting Malleus or anything now.

Even if they tried, Malleus’s rebelliousness means that they would utterly fail since they don’t have the skills of Lilia.

Sebek has a lot of respect for Lilia and Malleus.

Alright, to make this work, here’s what I’m thinking: Sebek is ecstatic about entering NRC alongside prince Malleus. While he isn’t trying to become a knight, Sebek still trains hard for some other goal and he hopes that he can learn from those that he admires. However, absorbed in the euphoria of freedom, Malleus accidently snubs Sebek. Rejected by one of his idols, Sebek approaches the other: the powerful dorm leader, Lilia. However, Lilia’s too occupied with Malleus to spare much attention for Sebek. With his wounded pride winning out over his prejudices and letting him lower his standards, Sebek settles for trying to work for vice dorm leader Silver. 

So it becomes this weird relationship where Sebek is helping Silver with his duties and trying to learn from him since Silver is probably pretty strong even without the drive of becoming a knight, but also Sebek criticizes him a lot and sometimes ignores Silver in favor of chasing opportunities to speak to Lilia and/or Malleus. Since Silver is a Good Boy (tm) I don’t think their relationship can get the scheming aspect of canon Leona & Ruggie’s partnership, but Silver’s relaxed attitude and occasional airheadedness means that Sebek is probably going to be running around and cleaning up after Silver much like canon Ruggie does for Leona. I feel sorry for the rest of the Diasomnia students. Sorry for plunging your dorm into chaos my dudes.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst au #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #just want to note that I don't have the strongest grasp on diasomnia's personalities so this might be more ooc than intended

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The Arrangement

John Wick x Reader (A/n- writing sex from John’s perspective, don’t expect me to do it again. Shit’s hard af. Pun not intended but appreciated)

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Warnings- NSFW/SMUT, dom/sub, thigh riding, kinbaku, sense depravation, gagging, hair pulling, erotic photography, angst.

I Can Be Your Whore

Nights without sleep were frequent and it was quickly becoming harder to count how many days had passed. The mission was supposed to be a quick one, they were supposed to make it quick. They were the Marines after all. But something had gone sorely wrong, the other side was more prepared than they thought, with everything from bombs and traps hidden in the sand to an old, depleted base infested with fighters. Some of them were men, hardened in life, but most were merely boys, at most sixteen, who’d been snatched, or probably given up by their families for a cause they under different circumstances, they wouldn’t have understood. 

John hated it. Of course, he’d been trained, toughed up and taught that it didn't matter how old they were, as long they held a gun in their hands, they were a threat. But they were still kids, and putting bullets in the heads of mere teenagers wasn’t what he’d signed up for. Though, it was too late to change his mind now.

By the time the sun had sent, the desert taking on a chill, most of their enemies had seemingly disappeared; they’d either killed them all, or whoever remained, had escaped. Still, their squad’s captain had thought it would be best to stay, though hidden as best as they could be, ready to attack if anyone returned. 

“Wick,” his sergeant hissed loudly from his hideaway behind a structure so broken that it resembled a huge boulder, “Get around,” he made a circle motions with his pointer finger, "Find Darby and kill whatever’s in your way, got it?”

“Yes sir,” John nodded stiffly, giving his gun a final once over before sneaking out of his designated hiding spot. With the night as his cover, John kept low, his steps light and hurried as he inched towards the building. If it weren’t for the blood rushing in his ears, he might have been able to hear the erratic thumping of his heart. His nagging thoughts were clouding his better judgement, forcing him to go around the deteriorating stone building and not through it and as hard as he tried, John just could shake them off.

Something’s wrong, more wrong than usual.

Something’s wrong.

Something’s wrong!

“Darby?” John called out to a man standing in the center of an empty room, he could see him though what he could have only assumed used to be a window, “Darby, what the fuck are you doing man? Cap’s looking for you.” Still, the man didn’t make a move to turn to John, instead, still standing with his back to him, completely unprotected while the heaviness of nightfall skewing his defining features 

Anything could happen

And something was wrong.

“Darby!” John called a bit louder, hoping to not draw out any of their enemies, “Man, don’t fucking play, they could-” When Darby eventually turned, John still could barely see his friend’s face, though, what he could see was only illuminated by a blinking red light coming from his chest. “No,” he gasped, his mind going a mile a minute. It would be foolish to get any closer, but he couldn’t just leave his brother in arms like that, with a bomb strapped to his chest.

Then it hit John; it wasn’t just them. The entire team was scattered about the place, if that bomb went off, when it went off, they’d be lucky to see life after it.

“I’m sorry,” Darby sobbed and when John moved to jump through the gaping hole in the wall, Darby stumbled back, “You can’t do this Wick.”

“Why the hell not?” John’s words were a gravely grunt and he slung the rifle behind his back, “I’m not gonna just let you die,” they’d known each other since the academy, Darby was probably John’s only friend since he’d left the orphanage at eighteen, he couldn’t just let things play out like that.

“Cause you’re gonna get yourself and the rest of the team killed, you need to go out there and tell them to run,” when John drew closer, his footfalls now heavy on the concrete, audible and echoing.

“John,'' another voice called out to him, though John thought it was strange, though still familiar. No one from the squad ever called him by his first name, in fact, he thought it had been months since he last heard it.

“You need to go!” Darby warned.

“John?”

“Just fucking go Wick,” Darby tried to shove him away, just as John flashed his torch on the bomb, the tangle of wires confusing to the untrained eye and the timer with barely five seconds left. 

“I’m not leaving you!” John argued.

“John,” again, she called his name.

“You don’t have a choice,” Darby was already accepting his fate, walking backwards through an old, worn doorway, “You were a good friend Wick.”

“No!” What happened next was a blur and all John registered was the perilous beeping off the bomb, the time up, and then the deafening ‘boom’ as it went off. He’d only gotten to the window he’d come in from, making it out just as the explosion began. 

“John!”

She. She was like the first rays of sunlight after months of winter. Her touch was warm and calming, her words soothing, but only because they were said with her voice. 

Her face took shape in his mind first, leading him out of the disaster safely, though it was funny, that wasn’t how John remembered it. His version had more pain, more gore, more death. But after she’d taken his hand, it had seemed to fade, consuming black gaining a welcome light. She protected him, she gave him something that reminded him that the world wasn’t all bad. 

The light she brought, it was brighter than most others, brighter that the flames that had remained though, it was fading. Fading fast and John couldn’t keep up. She couldn’t leave, she can’t leave him, not like this. Not when he needs her.

He awoke with enough of a startle to have Y/n’s bones jumping out, grabbing her shoulders harshly, his grip tight and assaulting. “John,” her breath caught and her eyes were wide.

It took a while; his mind settling and his heaving chest resuming to some state of normalcy. John’s eyes, from what Y/n could make out in the darkness of the bedroom, still looked frenzied and wild. His hair was matted to his face, sweat soaked and greasy. Y/n had never seen John like that; he wasn’t like the man she knew, the one who was in control of everything around him and who could dominate a room by just walking in, instead, he seemed shaken and afraid, maybe even a little broken. Still, Y/n loved him, she’d love every version of him, always, even if he’d never know it.

“Are you okay?” She asked tentatively. Now that John had settled, Y/n was afraid that she had overstepped some unwritten boundary. 

“Yeah,” John cleared his throat, quickly reassuming his usual self, not wanting Y/n to see that side of him for any longer. When she offered the glass in her hand though, John accepted it with a mumbled thanks, taking a few gulps of water, not even realizing how dry his throat was until the glass was at his lips. “What are you doing awake?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” she downcast her head, fiddling with the tie on her robe, “I got up to get some water, and I heard you. If I overstepped, I’m sor-”

“You need rest,” John cut her off. Y/n desperately longed to ask what his dream was about, what had upset him so deeply that he was screaming and tossing fitfully in the sleep, but she knew that there were some things that John simply wouldn’t entertain. He spoke when he wanted to, always giving what he thought was enough, never making the mistake of oversharing. As a testament, she could count every personal detail that she knew of John with her fingers. Y/n wished she knew more, she wanted to, if only he’d let her in.

“Are you okay?” He turned on the lamp, searching her gaze and temporarily forgetting his own troubles, “Talk to me,” he urged.

“I’m fine,” she reassured, “Would you like me to do anything before I get back to bed?”

“No,” his dismissal was gruff and brief, “Goodnight Y/n,” leaning over, John pecked her forehead, his groomed beard scratching her skin, the feeling lingering even after he pulled away.

“Goodnight John,” Y/n stood from the bed, starting the walk out of his room. But as she neared the door, Y/n couldn’t bring herself to leave, she didn’t want to just leave him like that, it was her job to make him feel good, to tend to his needs, not just sexually, but be a listening ear and a comforting haven. “John?” Y/n turned, finding that he was still sat up against the pillows, just about to turn the lamp off. His response was a hum, one that encouraged her to ask her question, “Can I sleep with you? Just for tonight, please?”

John sighed heavily, debating her request. He’d made it clear months ago that he didn’t have any interest in sleeping together, Y/n didn’t ask why, but she suspected that intimacy and that level of vulnerability wasn’t something he was used to. Or maybe he just wasn’t capable of it all together. She didn’t like that thought. 

“Come here,” John eventually beckoned her over, “Take that off,” he gestured to her robe, watching intently as it slid off her shoulders, revealing the little silk nighty that Y/n was wearing beneath. “Now come,” John peeled the sheets back and Y/n got under, letting him drape them over her. The entire interaction felt awkward and unlike all the other times he’d given her instructions. Maybe it was because those had come after she’d seen him when he was down, maybe it was because even he seemed a so uncomfortable giving them.

It was uncharted territory for them both. 

When they were both tucked under the duvet, Y/n turned on her side while John remained flat on his back, “Goodnight John,” she offered, gripping the covers loosely.

After a minute, John’s low voice broke the steady silence, “Goodnight Y/n.”

The hardwood beneath her tucked legs was cool, though not chilly, and as she'd been stationed there for going on three hours, the position had gone from being slightly uncomfortable to one she'd grown accustomed to. Occasionally, when he wasn't typing, John would reach slightly to the side and affectionately run his fingers through her hair, which cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves. No words were exchanged between them; he didn't care for chatter while he worked and Y/n was too deep in thought to concern herself with menial conversation anyway. 

Her mind kept replaying everything that ha happened since the night before, when she’d gone into his room and then asked if she could sleep in his bed. Y/n had awoken without him that morning and she just finishing the washing up after making breakfast when John had finally appeared, his white t-shirt stained at the front with what looked like ink and smelling oddly of glue. He'd looked a little worn too, as if he'd been up extremely early, though, Y/n didn't dare be the one to strike up the topic. Likewise, John seemed completely unaffected, not even speaking to Y/n until he decided to inform her that they'd be spending the afternoon in his study and what he'd expected her to wear. 

Just a couple hours later, Y/n was sauntering into the study, waiting in the doorway for an invitation. His eyes, steady and dark, had roved her scantily and provocatively clad figure, dressed in a set of black, frilly lingerie, leaving very little left to the imagination; a thin g string, a bralette that barely covered anything and a garter belt attached to her underwear and dark stockings. Little silk bows and chiffon frills had been strategically placed to soften the appearance of the outfit, but it was what it was, as John had stated on the card stuck to the gift box, “a pretty thing for my favorite whore.” Her shoes were courtesy John too, a matching pair of peep toe stilettos that added six inches to her ordinarily demure stature. John absolutely adored seeing her in heels.

He hadn’t said anything, simply waving her in and gesturing to the floor next to him, and Y/n knew well enough what his soundless signals meant. They meant she’d have to stay put until further notice. And she did, closing her eyes in contentment when he’d smoothen his hand over her hair and letting her thoughts run wild when he’d immerse himself in his work; his fingers tapping keys on his laptop and occasionally making lengthy phone calls that always ended with heavy exasperated sighs. Y/n thought of everything; from how mollified she was to be some sort of haven from the stress and how much she yearned to be more than just an escape to what life would be like for her in the next year, if John decided that he didn’t want her anymore. 

When a frustrated swear left his lips and he tossed his pen, Y/n almost jumped, not daring to look up at him, but still concerned, “Is everything okay Sir?”

John turned his head towards the meek question calling his attention. It was rare for Y/n to speak without permission, she was typically inclined to sit in silence,  until he requested otherwise. She was certainly the perfect little pet. But that afternoon, when her concern pierced the quiet, he wasn’t upset in the slightest. In fact, John didn’t quite know what he was feeling, he hadn’t since the night before, when she’d woken him from his nightmare and then asked if she could spend the night with him in a way he usually preferred not too. Half of him wanted to hate it, so he could maintain control, so she wouldn’t get too close and forget her role in his life, but the other half urged him to enjoy it; he hadn’t laid with someone like that in almost twenty years, probably when he was Y/n’s age. 

What had made it worse was when he’d awoken before six am, only to find himself turned towards her back, with one of his bulky arms draped over her, holding Y/n to him. Startled and unnerved by their closeness, by the unspoken intimacy of spooning, John had hastily shuffled out of bed, pulling on a t shirt to go with his sweats, he’d brushed his teeth quickly and wandered out to a logwood shed near the side of the house, where he kept some bookbinding equipment. It was something he usually did when he wanted to clear his head; sex was stress relief, bookbinding was for clarity. Though, it hadn’t really worked that morning, for when he came face to face with Y/n in the kitchen, John still wasn’t sure what he felt when he saw her. Their trip was supposed to convince Y/n to continue as his sub, not turn their relationship into something it wasn’t. Yet, that was exactly what it had been doing; lately, their interactions felt…..romantic, and John didn’t do romance. 

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, only just realizing that he hadn’t responded, and, being too frustrated with his work to pay any more attention to it, John decided to take control where he knew he’s always had it. “Come,” he patted his knee, pushing back his chair a bit to allow for Y/n to have some room. 

Easily, she sank into his lap, facing her front to his, her immodestly exposed breasts just a glance away. His rough hands found the curve of her waist, her skin warm and silken beneath his familiar touch, “I haven’t given you much attention today, have I?”

Pouting, Y/n’s petite hands found his firm biceps, the muscle straining beneath his simple, dark button up. Through her lashes, she looked between them, her gaze only ever reaching his lips, spotting the rare fleck of grey in his groomed beard, “No Sir.” Her fingers inched upwards, reaching his shoulders and massaging them slowly. Tension tightened his muscles, though, under her ministrations, John could feel it starting to melt away, “But it’s okay,” she continued absently, “Even if I miss you, I know you’re busy.”

Smiling softly, John admired her in his arms, the way her brows loosely knitted in concern and how her quips sounded so innocent and youthful, “You miss me babygirl?” He grinned mischievously, guiding her into grinding his thigh, knowing full and well how much she’d enjoy it.

Hesitating, Y/n blushed and a shy smile tickled her pink lips, “I always miss you when you're gone Sir.” There was a slight shake in her voice, and that was how John could tell that the friction brought on by the coarse denim coupled with the flimsy strip of fabric constituting her panties was already having an effect on Y/n. Her grip on his shoulders tightened and he could feel her nails digging in as she arched her back, now moving on her own, moaning quietly as her arousal grew. “Sir,” she gasped, pressing down on his thigh.

“So beautiful,” he hummed, moving some hair away from Y/n’s face, one hand still holding her steady at the waist. His erection strained against the zipper of his jeans, begging for freedom, “You want more, don’t you?” Watching her like that, knowing that he was the one with all the power, the one who could leave her a horny, frustrated mess or bring Y/n sweet release. The power that John wielded over her, it was more than enough to get him drunk. He liked it, no, more than liked it, he absolutely adored it. “Beg for it,” he rubbed his thumb along her flushed cheek, gritting his teeth at his strained hard on as he smiled, “Beg for my cock, like the little slut you are.”

“Please,” whimpering, Y/n ground harder, feeling her swollen clit throb want need, her body longing for more, “Please Sir, I need your cock.” The sound of Y/n’s low, rasped voice had John’s grip on her waist tightening and his breathing going ragged. “I want you, so bad,” her quivering voice continued.

“Only me?” He grunted, moving his free hand from her face to palm his crotch through his pants, “Say it Pet, say you're mine. Tell me who you belong to,” Her eyes were screwed shut, and for the first time in almost a week, John felt like he was truly in his element. There were no blurred lines, no maybes or what ifs, nothing extra about the way she made him feel; they were merely reminiscent of master and sex slave.

“Uhh,” the hitched breath came with Y/n’s long manicured nails sinking deeper into his shoulders, probably growing more and more frustrated as seconds ticked on. “I’m yours Sir, only yours.”

“So good for me,” John praised lowly, “Now go upstairs to my room, and wait face down in bed. Understand?”

Whining in annoyance, the ache in her center surely begging for attention, Y/n nodded, dragging herself out of his lap and letting her wobbly feet lead her out of the room. Taking a moment to collect himself, John stood a few minutes after, undoing the buttons of his shirt, shrugging it off only to toss it to his leather chair, not caring whether or not it slipped off. On his way up to his bedroom, he also undid the worn brass button on the top of his jeans, the mere inch of freedom not doing much for his acing arousal. He wanted her; to feel her around him, warm, wet and tight.

As instructed, when John arrived in the room, Y/n was sprawled on the bed face down, her hair shrouding her face. Taking a moment to drink her in for the absolute vision she was, he proceeded to make his way to one of his bags, set on the bare top of the sleek dresser, opening up the zipper- unless he was going in, John always kept that bag closed when he traveled. It was the bag that held his…...toys, for when he brought subs along. It was in fact a rare occurrence, to have one of his play things accompany him to trips; John rarely vacationed, and business trips hardly afforded the time for beautiful distractions. 

From the small suitcase, he produced some rope, the fibers not too coarse, rough enough to leave behind a few mementos and made especially for the purpose he’d intended. Doing a double take, John also snatched up a plain, black, silk blindfold, unintentionally, it matched Y/n’s lingerie perfectly, a ball gag that they were both readily familiar with, and their favorite safe word substitute; the little blue ball. Going over to the bed, John crooked one of his legs on the mattress as he sat, placing the armory within reach. “I want to tie you up today,” he hummed nonchalantly, bringing his hand to her ass, rubbing his palm in slow circles on her smooth skin, “It’s been awhile since we’ve done that. What do you think? Would you like that?” 

John’s hand momentarily slipped between her thighs, his thick, sturdy fingers brushing her clothed cunt, feeling how Y/n’s wetness had seeped through the fabric. Just the slightest touch was enough to have her moaning softly, his question falling out of memory as she tried to wiggle into his hand. Y/n could feel John’s eyes, his gaze warm each time it swept her scantily clad form, his digits now pressing into her clit through her black panties. Eliciting another depraved groan, she shifted on the perfectly made sheets, burying her face in the pillows.

When John raised his hand again, it was to spank her, hard and without warning, resulting in Y/n crying out half his surprise half in pain. Just as her skin reddened, he rubbed again, gently, warding off any bad bruising, “I asked you a question,” his urgent growl was near her ear and his hot breath blew some of her hair, “Would you like that? To be tied up and gagged so I can use this pretty pussy however I like.”

“Yes,” she choked out, desperate for more, “Please Sir, use me,” Y/n encouraged, “I’m yours.”

Smirking, John wasted not a moment more; peeling off Y/n’s panties and getting to work. The knots were tied with trained precision and insurmountable patience. Work like that wasn’t often done quickly; intricate patterns across her chest around her neck and binding Y/n’s hands behind her back in three places would certainly take time, each placement meant specifically to maximize her pleasure. It was meticulous work,  but it was no secret that John Wick was a patient, focused man, one who’d ensure that every detail was to his liking. 

After her chest and hands, were Y/n’s legs, which were comparably easier. In no time, he’d parted her legs, folding her calves over her thighs and binding them tightly, effectively rendering her physically powerless. With each knot, executed with expertise and tightened with experience, John felt himself slipping into the comfort and ease of being in total control. He knew every risk, had assessed them several times over and had worked out the solutions, he knew exactly what he was doing and John knew with absolute certainty that whatever happened next was totally up to him. Y/n was powerless, at his mercy and absolutely trusting of his judgement. She was his, and when all else failed, went wrong or awry, John knew that he could seek Y/n out to offer him what he sought most; control.

Satisfied that she was bound, John placed the ball in her hands, reminding her of how it was to be used before crawling off the bed to admire his handiwork. Y/n looked so perfect, the kind of perfect that was the thing of a pornographic film, the kind of perfect that he wanted to save the sight for a long time. That was when the idea struck him, and John walked around to the side of the bed, situating his lips over her ear, “You look gorgeous like this,” he pecked her cheek, “I want to take pictures of you,” sending shivers up her spine as he did, John caressed her neck, occasionally twirling silky locks around his fingers, “Nod if that’s okay.”

When she hesitated, John thought that she was going to signal no, by squeezing the little toy fitted in her palm, but eventually, Y/n appeased, nodding against the sheets. “Good,” he murmured, returning to the dresser, using a little remote to turn on the stereo before collecting a semi-professional camera. Setting the right mood after that was merely child’s play; closing the heavy curtains and dimming the lights a little before finding the perfect angle, where the camera would catch every salacious detail.

With heavy metal blasting through the speaker, masking any noise that would threaten the moment, John slowly worked his way through different angles. Every snap was more arrestingly vulgar than the last and his cock twitched eagerly, ready to be buried between her thighs, fucking her into oblivion. Being with her, dragging his hands along her body as her cunt squeezed his cock, hearing her strained noises and having Y/n it his whim, Y/n specifically, was unmatched. It was otherworldly, he’d even go as far as saying the power made him feel as if he were something of a god. 

“That’s it Kitten,” he praised lowly, “You’re so fucking sexy, and you’re all mine.” Through with the pictures, he made short work of getting completely disrobed, then climbing onto the bed, between her legs. Even in the low lighting, he could see the slickness gathered on her folds, the prurient view making him buck his hips. 

Without more warning that a hand on her waist,  he took her from behind, the blaring music shrouding his unmanned grunt. Y/n’s body shifted higher up into the bed as a consequence of his roughness and thoughtlessly, John grabbed a handful of her messy tresses, wrapping it around his fist, yanking her head back and planting his lips on her neck. His hulking frame was only restrained from crushing her by his free forearm sunken into the mattress as a brace. Beneath him, he could barely make out her muffled whines each time he thrust into her violently. 

Maintaining his volatile pace, John released her hair, only to hold her to him with his arm secured around her chest. As he ground against her, the fibers of the rope holding her hands against her back chafed his sweaty chest while the ones binding her legs rubbed against his thighs. She felt so fucking good too; warm wet walls closed in around him, accommodating him perfectly. And the way it felt when his balls slapped her cunt was utterly euphoric. It was always easily to lose himself during their scenes, nothing beyond the physical mattered and he knew exactly what her limits were; how much he could give and take without hurting her. Maybe he couldn’t understand what he felt when they weren’t naked and touching each other, but when they were; John was in a realm that he’d created. 

John could feel her tensing up as he fucked her with rabid intensity, holding back on her release until he permitted. “Come for me,” he growled into her ear, burying his face in the side of her head. The fruity smell of her shampoo tickled his senses, cementing her presence. Y/n was there, with him, all he’d have to do was persuade her to stay.

Her walls pulsated around his member, waves of hot, slick moisture rushing out to sticky their thighs and she struggled to scream, dribbling around her gag. Y/n’s juices leaked onto his already heated skin as she milked him, weaning John closer towards his own orgasm. 

It was hard to maintain control of his thrusts as his toes curled with the exultation accompanying his climax. It was like a lid had been blown off, in the most pleasurable way. Fighting to continue bucking his hips, John filled her up, spilling ribbons of cum as he stayed nestled deep inside. “Fuck,” he groaned, the husky solicitation drowned out by the edgy screaming from the speaker “You know how good it feels to cum inside you sweetheart?” The words were garbled and choked, though John knew Y/n would appreciate the sentiment, if she’d even heard them. He liked when she knew, it made her feel good, and he could tell.

Collapsing on top of her, his body far more relaxed than it had been when they’d been downstairs, John took a moment to gather his thoughts and catch his breath before pulling out and rolling off her, wincing ever so slightly as he did. The first thing he did after that was undo the straps of Y/n’s ball gag, followed by the silk blindfold that had formerly barred her vision. John would have had to be blind himself to miss the moisture from her eyes that had soaked through the fabric. “Are you okay?” Worry immediately plumed in his chest. Had the music been a bad idea? What if she’d squeezed the ball and he’d missed it in his selfish haste?  

Stopping before he continued with the ropes, John searched Y/n’s reddened eyes, cupping her cheek and using the pad of his thumb to brush away what appeared to be the final tear, “Talk to me babygirl. Did I hurt you?” She Y/n trusted him, and if he’d missed the signal, then John had just betrayed her; how could he expect her to stick around after that?

Trying to slow her heavy breaths, Y/n nuzzled his palm, licking her lips, and sighing soft before managing a breathless, faint smile, “No Sir, that was…….amazing.”

An immense sense of relief washed over him at her reassurance, and with a relieved chuckle, John leaned over to affectionately peck the top of her head, missing the way she closed her eyes contentedly at the simple gesture. “I’m glad to hear that,” he sighed, tucking some behind her ear, “You were very good today, I think we’ll have to get you something special when we get home. How does that sound?”

As he moved on to undoing the intricate knots, one by one, releasing her arms first and revealing angry red bruises where the rope had been tightest. He knew she was used to them by then, but when they left in a couple days, Y/n would have to wear a sweater. John was so consumed with the task that he’d barely noticed that she hadn’t answered him, already thinking of what he could get her. Y/n had never been hard to please outside of the bedroom, she was simple and John thought she could find the best in anything, and anyone. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he huffed, eventually shuffling off the bed, using some tissues from his nightstand to quickly clean up before pulling on a pair of sweats, “I’m going to run you a bath,” and catching the heaviness of her eyes before he disappeared into a bathroom, John warned sternly, “Don’t fall asleep yet.” Vaguely, he heard her mumble a simple ‘Yes Sir,’ in response, and it was in a tone so dazed that he knew better than to trust it, deciding to hurry up on getting the tub ready for her. He knew Y/n well enough that after intense sessions, she was subject to dozing off, too tired to do much for herself

All in all, it had taken about an hour to finish after care, though John never minded. It was his job to take care of Y/n and it was certainly one he enjoyed. Despite the time they’d taken with him helping her in the bath, it hadn’t felt that long before they were finally on the bed again, with the dirty covers pulled back. Armed with a brush, he situated her between his legs, gently combing through the wet tangles. From the very start, John could tell without her ever having to say it that she preferred when he brushed her hair dry, as opposed to using the dryer. He didn’t mind though, he’d cut out any amount of time just to do it if that was what Y/n wanted. 

That afternoon, like every other after they’d been together, she was quiet, opting to pick at a thread on her towel as he worked. Y/n’s silence was often welcome and he never wanted to push her into a conversation, but that evening, John knew that they had to talk. He’d put the matter off for too long anyway. “We need to talk,” he began.

“Huh?” She twisted to face him, eyes wide with curiosity and lips agape. She was gorgeous like that, so youthful and innocent, far unlike how corrupted and tainted he was.

“It’s about our contract, it ends in two weeks,” he licked his lips, unable to gauge her reaction, “I was thinking, if you’re still happy with our arrangement, we could go through with another year.”

Still, even with furrowed brows and pursed lips, John could barely tell how she felt, “You want me to stay?” She broached meekly, tilting her head, “And we’d be just like this, for another year?”

“Yes, unless there’s something you don’t like.” For some reason, his heart quickened. It was far different from the very first time he’d asked her to be his sub, when he’d taken her to dinner in Manhattan. Y/n hadn’t seemed too onboard with the idea back then either, but that evening, with his touch on the center of her back and the evidence of their time together staining the dark sheets, the stakes were higher. Back then, he just wanted her, but right now, he didn’t want to lose her. 

Averting her pensive gaze to the mahogany floor beyond the California king, Y/n’s voice shook slightly as she inquired, “Can I think about it?”

In an instant, taking him completely by surprise, John’s heart dropped to his stomach. Needless to say, that wasn’t the answer he was expecting, and really, all he could do was think that her indecision meant no. Still, he couldn’t pressure her, it wouldn't be fair, and all he could do was say; “Yeah, sure. Take your time.”

*****

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Play ball

Hope you guys enjoy this little two parter as much as i enjoyed writing this one.

Warnings: Usual SVU, SVU crimes, smut 

Enjoy x

Chief Dodds got all the Special Victims Lieutenants together for a leadership conference. At the end he gave them all strict instructions that he wanted them and their squads to get to know each other just in case everyone ever needed to work together and he also told them that he wanted them to involve their ADA's.

Rafael was sitting next to you at your desk waiting for Liv to get off the phone. You guys were holding hands. Rafael was holding your right hand, while he played with his grandmother's ring on your finger and laughing with each other.

"You guys make me sick" Amanda had a foul look on her face.

"You’re just jealous Rollins" Fin laughed, you laughed out loud.

"What's your problem Rollins?" Rafael looked at her with his well-known smirk

"Nothing Counselor" she looked back at her laptop.

"OH good you’re all here, Barba you need to hear this as well" Liv said as she walked out of her office.

"As you all know Dodds wants all SVU's and their ADA's to have a social relationship. So" she paused with a small smile on her face "This Saturday, all of us, including you Barba, have to be in New Jersey by 9 for a baseball knock out torment. It's going to be an all-day thing, and there will be a cook out and drinks after the final round"

Rafael looked at you and rolled his eyes, you giggled back at him. He hated these kind of things, sometime you had to push him just to go out for a drink with the rest of the squad.

"This will be so much fun" Sonny beamed "I’ll get to see my old squad and introduce you all"

"It should be a good day" you smiled

"Dodds has ordered t shirts and hats for each squad, they should be here by the end of the week"

"I think I’am busy" Rafael stood straightening his suit "Give my apologies to the Chief"

"No Rafa you will be there. I'll pick you and Y/N up"

"Don't worry Liv, I'll make sure he wears the t shirt too" you all chuckled, he lent down and kissed your cheek and walked into Liv's office.

"Rafa, does Dodds know about you and Y/N?" Liv looked at him from behind her desk.

"No, why does he need to know?" Liv gave him a disapproving look.

Amanda came and sat on the chair next to you, where Rafael was just sitting, you looked at her smiling

"What's up Detective?" you smiled.

"Tell me your secret"

"What secret?"

"You guys have been working together for ages, you have lived together for a while and you still act like that. What's the secret?" You and Sonny both laughed, you shrugged your shoulders.

"I don't know Amanda, that's just how it is. Maybe you should find yourself an ADA on Saturday" she laughed back at you and winked.

****

"I have a parcel for an Olivia Benson"

"I' am Olivia Benson" Liv walked out of her office and took the box out of the man's arms.

"Are they our shirts for Saturday?" You asked. Liv walked over to your desk and placed the box down. You opened your top draw and pulled out a pair of scissors and cut the tape to open the box.

"YES" you pulled out a bright purple shirt with a big 'Manhattan' printed on the front in white, Liv pulled them all out of the box, and started to look at the sizes. They were all one size fits all. She gave everyone a shirt and then a hat. You put the hat on your head and you held the shirt up to your body for size.

"I' am not wearing that" Rafael spat

"Don't be like that Barba. Think of it as team bonding" he rolled his eyes at Liv and headed into her office after giving you a wink.

Rafael and Liv where sitting in her office when she called you in. You walked in and closed the door, Liv was behind her desk and Rafael across from her.

"Have I done something wrong?" you looked between them both.

"No not at all, we just need to have a chat" you sat down and look at Rafael who smiled at you. You looked back at Liv.

"So, you know I have no issues with your guy’s relationship, and the DA doesn't mind. But Chief Dodds and after how Judge Barth reacted-"

"I know" you said giving her a nod you understood.

"Hermosa, it's for the best, just for now, that on Saturday, we keep our relationship between us. He can be a loose cannon and we have had words many times. I don't want him making it hard for us"

"I agree" you smiled at them both. "I'll tell the others to keep their mouths shut".

*****

Saturday morning you guys woke up early to get organised. Liv was picking you guys up last at 7.30, Sonny was going to meet you all there. After some sweet talk, a little bit of dirty talk and promise for that night when you guys got home, Rafael put on the purple shirt with a pair of jeans and dark coloured runners, but he drew the line at the hat.

You both really didn't know how you were both going to hide your relationship, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other at the best of times, but you were both going to try your hardest, neither of you wanted someone like Chief Dodds to try and break you guys up just because he didn't like it.

Rafael was making coffee when you walked out, his mouth almost hit the floor when he saw you. You had light blue jean shorts they were almost tight fitted, but not too short, your purple shirt tied at the front, showing a tiny bit of your stomach and sleeves rolled up showing off your arms, with ankle white socks and black runners. Your hair was pulled back in a ponytail hanging out the back of your hat. You were all legs,

"Is the coffee ready Rafi? Liv will be here soon"

"Have you always owned those short?"

You looked at him funny, but once you seen his face you knew what was going on and you laughed at him.

"Do you like them?" you winked at him.

He nodded biting his bottom lip as you took step closer putting your hands on his chest, he took a deep breath as he twitched behind his zipper, trying to control himself to not bend you over the kitchen bench, when he looked down and saw your hand. He stepped back with an instant change, you didn't know what happened.

"Where’s your ring?"

You pulled your necklace out from under your shirt,

"I just put it on my necklace till after the games. I don't want anything to happen to it or lose it" you looked up at him "Rafi, are you ok? Talk to me" he grabbed you and took you in his arms. He hide his face in your neck.

"I'm sorry hermosa, I shouldn't have acted like that" 

"It's ok. I just wanted it to be safe" you ran your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. He pulled back and kissed you deeply.

"Now back to those shorts" Rafael smirked at you reaching around to grab you ass cheek. You giggled back and then your phone started to ring.

"Hey Liv- ok we will be right down"

----

"GO SONNY" Liv screamed

"KNOCK IT OUT CARISI" Rafael yelled.

You guys made it to the final round. It was between you guys and Brooklyn SVU. Rafael and Fin had a tiff about being coach, Rafael won of course. Fin was on first, you were on second and Amanda was on third, if Sonny hit a home run the game was yours, it was his second bat. The ball flew towards him and he whacked it hard, it went flying far into outfield for an infield home run.

You all ran towards home base one by one. Liv and Rafael were standing there high fiving you all as you ran to them.

"And the winners are Manhattan" Chief Dodds announced over the speaker.

You guys all walked into the dug out to pick up your things. You had your foot up on the bench fixing your shoe laces when you felt a hand grab your bum and warm air near your ear, " You played amazing Hermosa" you stood up and Rafael kissed you quickly before anyone could see.

"Barba, Y/N, come on" Liv ordered you both out.

"Rafi, can you hold my bag please" he nodded and took it off you. You reached up to your necklace and undone it slipping off the ring. You slipped it back on your finger and did your necklace up again. You looked at Rafael who was smiling and winked at him.

"Sorry Barba, can I have Y/N for a bit? There are some people I want her to meet"

"Yeah sure, I have to go and talk to some ADA's anyway" you gave him a small smile and walked off with Sonny.

----

"Ah, Detective Y/L/N, so nice to see you again" Chief Dodds held out his hand to yours to shake it.

"Nice to see you again Chief" you gave him a small smile

"You played great today, well done"

"Thank you" you gave him a slight smile.

"I have someone I would like you to meet" he turned around and called over a tall dark handsome young man who start to walk towards you both.

"Mike, this is Detective Y/N from Benson's squad, Y/N this is my son Mike Dodds"

You looked over and gave him a smile, he reached out his hand and you shock his in return.

"Nice to meet you Mike" you said back

"Like wise" he smiled at you.

"You guys should get to know each other" Chief Dodds winked at you and walked away.

"Did your Dad just play wing man for you?" You laughed

"Yeah. Sorry" he went red and you laughed again.

"It's ok, parents hey" he shrugged his shoulders at you with a big grin.

"Here's your drink Y/N" You turned your head and Sonny was next to you and handed you a beer. You had never been so grateful for Sonny in your life.

"Hey I'm Sonny Carisi, Y/N's partner" he held out his hand to Mike.

"Mike Dodds"

"Oh, the Chiefs son, yeah cool, nice to meet you" Mike smiled at him

"The Chief is trying to play match maker" you looked up at Sonny.

"Carisi, Y/N, dinner is ready, winning team eats first" Fin yelled to you both.

"Nice to meet you again Mike" you looked at him with a smile and went to walk away.

"Yeah nice to meet you Mike" Sonny copied

Mike grabbed your lower arm and stopped you.

"Ah hey, you seem like a nice person" he pulled out his wallet and pulled out a card and handed it to you "Next time you have a free weekend, give me a call and maybe we can have a drink" you went red gave him a smile and walked away, linking on to Sonny's arm.

"Did that really just happen?" Sonny looked down at you.

"Yep" you answered back rolling your eyes

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing, I'm Rafael's. I'll give the card to Amanda" you both laughed.

You both got your dinner and went and sat with the others. You sat next to Rafael, Sonny on your other side. You pulled the card out of your back pocket and threw it in front of Amanda who was sitting across from you.

"What's this?" She asked picking it up.

"The next weekend your free give that number a call" Sonny said to her.

"Who's Mike Dodds?" she raised an eyebrow at you

"The Chiefs Son" you looked over at her "Chief Dodds was trying to play match maker" you sounded less than impressed.

"What?" Rafael spat out. You looked over at him, he was mad and slightly jealous, you grabbed his knee under the table and squeezed it.

"Chief Dodds wanted to set me up with Mike. Thank goodness Sonny came when he did and Fin said the food was ready. As I went to walk away he grabbed my arm and gave me his card and said next time I'm free on a weekend to give him a call for a drink"

Amanda threw the card back at you. You picked it up and ripped it in half.

After dinner you all sat around drinking, different Detectives and ADA's came over at different times introducing themselves and you all made small talk and cracked jokes here and there.

"Ah Beson's squad" you all looked up and saw Chief Dodds.

"Hey Chief" Liv said, he sat down on a chair that was empty next to Amanda and looked at you.

"Mike told me he gave you his card, make sure you give him a call when your free next, he's a good kid" he smiled, you could feel Rafael tense next to you.

"Ah Chief, I'm sure he is and as an amazing wing man that you are, I'll have to say no, thanks anyway" he frowned at you "I'm already spoken for"

"Yeah, anyone I know?" He looked straight into your eyes.

"Yes actually, Rafael"

"Barba? You’re dating the ADA?"

"Is that a problem Chief?" Liv butted in

"You approve of this Benson?"

"I do actually and so does the DA" Liv smiled at him.

"I guess I'm always the last to know when it comes to your squad"

"Apologies Chief, But with all due respect, I didn't know I had to run my relationships by you" you felt all eyes on you but you didn't break your stare down with him. "Our relationship doesn't affect our work, Rafael and I are pretty good at keeping that separate. Everyone here can back me up on that. I hope this isn't going to be problem" he smirked and looked at the table.

"You are definitely one of Benson's. But if I hear anything negative about you two, you will be hearing from me"

"Well Chief" you lent on the table, "I promise you that you won't, and if you do, I'll sooner transfer out then have someone come in and try and break up my relationship"

"Only time will tell" he got up and walked away.

"One of Benson's?" You repeated looking at Liv who had her mouth slightly opened not quite sure what had just happened.

"Holy Cow Y/N, do you know who you were just talking too?"

You stood up off your chair "I' am well aware Sonny, thank you. Anyway I need a drink, anyone else want one after that" they all laughed and raised their hand.

"I'll help you" Rafael stood up, grabbed your hand and you guys walked to get drinks.

"Wow Hermosa"

"Did I go too far?"

"What, no, not at all. I’ am just surprised. He's the Chief"

"He just tried to set me up with his son and then judged me for dating you. I'm sorry, I know we wanted to keep it too ourselves" He stopped and pulled you to look to him, not letting go of your hand and laughed.

"Why are you sorry, you just stuck up for our relationship" he lent over and kissed you softly on the lips "I love you mi Hermosa"

"I love you Rafi"

"Would you really transfer out? You’re so happy here"

"I know, they are my family. I love working with them, but if it got to that point, yes I would. I never want to lose you or this relationship. I would still see them because you would still be working with them, so really it’s a win win"

----

"Liv I'am sorry about the Chief" you were sitting in the middle of Rafael and Amanda in the back of her car.

"Why are you sorry?" Liv chuckled

"That maybe I took it too far? He is the Chief"

"Don't be silly, you stuck up for your relationship. You’re just marked as one of Benson's now" you snorted back

"I'd rather be one on Benson's then Chief Dodds daughter in law" you rolled your eyes.

----

Once you guys got upstairs, you started getting cloths for a shower,

"Hermosa, I just have to look at these emails, I won't be long"

Once you were dressed from a shower, you went and laid on the bed turning on the TV relaxing after the big day you had. About an hour later Rafael walked into the bedroom just after coming out of the shower with a towel around his waist. You sat up resting back on your bent elbows, with your head tilted to the side watching him with a small smile on your face. He seen the looked on your face and a smirk came to his,

"See something you like Hermosa?"

"You could say that"

You sat up and let your legs fall over the side of the bed, he made his way over to you and stood in front of you between them. You lent forwards and started to kiss around his belly button, you felt him shiver as you kissed down to the edge of the towel. You looked up at him, his eyes where narrowed to you and he was breathing heavy. You reached up and pulled the towel off leaving him standing there completely naked. He was already semi hard. You lifted up right hand and wrapped it around him, and started to rub from root to tip.

His eyes where shut and his mouth slightly open letting out little huffs as the pleasure started to rush through him. He was holding onto your shoulders squeezing lightly with every stroke.

It didn't take long till he was hard enough to put him in your mouth. He was so wrapped up in the pleasures his eyes still closed, he didn't notice what was going on till you licked his tip and then slide him half way into your mouth.

You slowly started to bob up and down, licking a little more roughly as you got to the tip. His fingers where running through your hair. You reached around and grabbed his ass, taking each cheek into each hand. You kept moving your mouth up and down his length, but now when you got to his base you pulled him more into your mouth hitting the back of your throat and squeezing each cheek when you did slightly gagging.

"Hermosa, you keep doi-oh my-" he threw his head back, he was close you could feel it. You picked up your pace, and after a couple more pulls deep into your mouth, he tightened his grip in your hair and he grunted your name, spilling into you. You slowed your sucks till he had finished and he slowly pulled out of your mouth as he tried to settle his breathing.

"Wow" he huffed.

"A promise is a promise Rafi" you winked licking your lips.

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[a-flickering-soul]

do kylux for the ask meme 😳 you + me = mental illness

i love you so much for sending this in this truly is the mortifying ordeal of being known

putting this under a readmore because it is LITCHERALLY 1.2k words because i am literally clawing at the walls of my enclosure about these two

ANYWAYS go ahead and send me a character and i’ll give you some headcanons bc im having fun doing these!!!

Kylo Ren

Sexuality Headcanon: ambiguously queer. Don’t make me think about him having sex he makes me so angry

Gender Headcanon: he Must be a cis man. He has so much mommy issues. He is such an incel. He is so full of toxic masculinity. He must be a cis man.

A ship I have with said character: Kylux. Every single angle you take this ship from it’s funny and good. Canon—they hate each other and want each other dead. AU—they still hate each other but they’re (probably) less fascist and genocidal. It’s just so funny. They are so obsessed with each other. They gaslight each other into love confessions. It’s unreal. I’ve been thinking about Kylux for the past month and I feel like an entire geological age has passed. You can tell I’m a Kylux shipper and a R*ylo anti because I almost exclusively refer to him as Ren instead of Kylo. The gay angel went to superhell for Kylux to go canon in Lego Star Wars (twice) and a kids’ comic book. God mocks me to my face.

A BROTP I have with said character: This got literally shot to shit but post-TFA when a bunch of people headcanoned Rey as Luke’s kid and she and Ren were cousins and he reluctantly babysat her because he was literally ten years older than her (hhhhh.) and they had this weird mildly-contentious relationship as adults where they grudgingly acknowledge they are both the most powerful Force users in the galaxy and are the only ones who mutually understand the legacy they bear and care about each other but also cannot be in the same room together and hold a civil conversation for more than five minutes before resorting to uncomfortable silence. Like when you’re at a family reunion and you’re automatically shunted with the only other kid around your age so you have to make conversation but you are just so fundamentally different there’s nothing to talk about. Unreal.

A NOTP I have with said character: Hhh. R*ylo. I’m one of those evil lesbians who hate that ship viciously and one of my dreams is to be one of the mean antis that that bully a shipper in a story that’s clearly exaggerated or made up and then get cancelled for having good taste.

A random headcanon:  I think he and Phasma used to spar a lot. I keep thinking about the five years he spent on the Finalizer pre-canon and I can’t reasonably justify the Knights of Ren hanging out with him for the entire time on a literal military ship and I like the idea of them being the only people that are reasonably on par physically (I also like how Phasma is an inch taller than him because....whew).

General Opinion over said character: God. He drives me wild. I have a lot of thoughts about him and how good he was in TFA and the pre-canon comics/novels as a really fucking good example of a morally-conflicted villain (especially the comics where it made it really clear that he was very much manipulated and gaslit since like…ten years old). Like! The way he could flip at will from drawing strength from both the light AND dark side of the Force is just!! So cool! The way his strength literally derives from moral conflict is just really interesting to me but….idk the way post-TFA he was thrown into a redemption (Rendemption) arc that hinged on Rey being a literal genuine fascist sympathizer made me just really disappointed. He had a lot of amazing potential to be either a really interesting semi-redeemed Byronic antihero OR a full on unhinged animalistic power-mad villain that Rey has to mercy-kill like a rabid dog. And then. Well. Yeah. I like him a lot in very specific contexts and flat out hate him in most others.

 Armitage Hux

Sexuality Headcanon: gay! He is gay! I have an entire list of reasons why he’s gay and it grows daily! Without a doubt a homosexual! Gay and repressed!

Gender Headcanon: Also a cis guy even though I still do have a lot of half-formed thoughts about gender in the First Order/post-collapse of the Empire society.

A ship I have with said character: Kylux! Again! I’m obsessed with how obsessed Hux is with Ren. He hates him so much it’s unreal. I keep reading the novelizations and thinking so fucking hard about how consumed Hux is with hatred for this one man. He’s so repressed. He’s so damaged. It’s unreal. The brainworms in my head have metamorphosed into moths and they’re flapping their wings so hard they’re disintegrating my grey matter. I think near-daily about how he personally went down to retrieve Ren from the collapse of Starkiller Base and yet would not touch him to drag him to shelter in the Hux graphic novel. Would you take off your glove to check his pulse or would you attempt to feel it through the leather and touch something’s dead skin rather than his living warmth. I’m so deeply unwell.

A BROTP I have with said character: Him and Phasma!!! The way they are on first-name terms with each other….the way one of the few times in the graphic novels you see him smile is when Phasma comes back onto the base…..the way they plotted to kill Brendol together….truly evil mlm/wlw solidarity you simply love to see it

A NOTP I have with said character: Oof I see a lil bit of shipping him with Resistance members (I think I’ve seen him with Rose and also Poe??) and I know TROS made the decision to have him defect from the First Order (out of. again. his obsessive hatred with another man. writing choices.) but it makes me INSANELY uncomfortable seeing people of color being shipped with a literal fascist parody of British colonialism and imperialism lmao like….just ship Kylux bro they’re mutually bad people AND a power couple

A random headcanon: Frankly at this point I joke so much about how much like a sick Victorian orphan he looks like that I could write an entire fake medical file for him but I’ll spare you all and simply say that I am incredibly partial to the headcanon that Hux is a freak that bites string cheese instead of peeling it like a normal person. Also…the implications that he Personally placed the tracker in Ren’s belt rather than someone else, so that he alone could keep tabs on him…..I’m unwell. Enough.

General Opinion over said character: If Ren is a character I love to hate, Hux is a character I hate that I love. I just. I can’t stop thinking about this gay little war criminal. It truly, genuinely baffles the mind how much information there is about him. It triggers that same little part of my brain that goes wild over like. ARGs and stuff. There’s just so much lore. With every new piece of canon or semi-canon information I learn about him I can feel my grip on sanity slipping. He owns a black robe. He has a personal hitman in the First Order ranks to poison people he doesn’t like. He drinks tea. He’s a bastard son. He’s great with kids. He was in charge of a squad of feral orphan child soldiers at five years old. I just. I just don’t get it. I’m enamored with him. His compulsive attention to grooming. His hubris. His ambition. How literally unhinged he is (the “rabid cur” line genuinely lives in my head rent free). The way he systemically killed every single person who saw him weak and abused as a child. There’s just so much to talk about with him. He’s so evil. He’s so fucked up. I love him so deeply. He is such a horrible person and he is so fun to make fun of and he is so fun to think about. God wants there to be a bullet in my head so badly.

#im so unwell this is SO LONG #sam you did NOT sign up for this king im so so fucking sorry #star wars #huxposting #answered #i literally love you for sending this in im so sorry this is incoherent im in hell #tsukkimutual #kylux

[daily-whistlepaw]

I would like to hear more about the individual Whis variants!

You probably know bratty whis the best. simply an inverse of my main whis; loud, proud, fluffy, and pink. i choose pink for bratty whis because i have a history of not really liking that color in the past, so this was my way of really consolidating that i now do like that color.

tyrant whis came to me when i wanted to draw a whistlepaw based on a bird. I wanted to do something new and discovered the drab water tyrant. I knew that this would be the new whis design when I saw it. They are small, very small and extremely loud. simply a bratty toddler forever. i made her somewhat yellow because of the colorpicking on the reference images and because i wanted them to have a different hue than main whis

poet whis exists because i wanted to draw a whistlepaw for every color of the rainbow. it’s not really a personality, but i thought it would be fit. this whis is refined, elegant and beautiful. she would definitely be a storyteller and a good one at that. i also choose the prompt poet as a hommage to Sappho somewhat because i was thinking about her and her poetry a lot during the time i decided what purple whis would be.

tiny whis was simple to design actually. red had very much a murderous connotation for me, and making her minuscule would make the entire thing funnier. I made her as conventionally cute as possible; short legs, big eyes and head… but also very red. the red pupils are probably what gives me very uncanny valley feelings when i look at her. because she is a murderer. not in canon, but if i choose canon this whis would probably be either the very morally gray ””””protagonist”””” (PoV) or flatout an evil meddic. poisoning cats for the likes of it.

jokester whis is what she’s named. a jokester (crowfeather hates her). this whis is pretty much a member of the annoy crowfeather squad (consisting of sorrelstripe, flywhiser, snaptooth, brindlewing, smokehaze, woodsong, appleshine, songpaw and herself (plus lionblaze, breezepelt and fernstripe as honorary members). as for why he only has one eye,,, i didn’t want to draw the other one,,, well she’s also light blue

floomfy whis is fluffy, simple as that. She is the mom friend everyone wants to have. kits would love to hide in her fluff (if there were any kits in windclan seriously) a lovely lady that’s colored orange because colors of the whis again

punk whis is punk whis. rebellious, loves kits and wants to protect them from the stupid code… this whis is very funny becasue i went batshit creating her, she can have a crest, fangs, freckles… everything. anyways she’s as green as i was able to make her be.

(alolan) vulpix whis was the first whis variant I created. i was drawing vulpixes that day experimenting with the pencil brush and it felt good. making those vulpix doodles made me realise that whis did have some vulpix vibes. mostly the same personality as main whis, albeit a little more energetic. this would be the mon i use for her in a pokemon au

tobi kadachi whis is purely wish fulfilling. i love my tobi kadachi, artemis, i use in monster hunter stories 2 so i wanted to draw her. and whis was the perfect opportunity.

sparklecat whis is unapologetic. She's a very vibrant blue, she has earrings, bows, necklaces and every fun thing I could imagine. i decided she would also constantly float because why not

rat whis and mew whis were mostly me trying new things to draw. They were fun tho.

#whistlepaw #warrior cats #asks #morsobaby

[norcumii]

I'm gonna be predictable and put in a really basic prompt: more Domino!Bad Batch. I don't have an exact prompt other than this, just a bunch of possibilities to choose from? Finding Fives, meeting up with Rex after getting Echo, Rex actually being told Domino is ALIVE??? There's so many ideas.

...this hit 1.6k, I think I can (SHOULD) declare this done. >_>

THANK YOU, THIS WAS AWESOME! For this set of prompts, based upon this plunnie. Armor designs are based on @mercysewerpyro’s gorgeous speculations!

******

“I hate being back here.” Droidbait glared around the hallways, his body language obvious to Hevy. He didn’t respond beyond a click of acknowledgement over the comms, because they all did. Kamino might be home to a lot of brothers, but it just held a lot of hurt and memories for him.

It ached, every time he thought about how they hadn’t been here, hadn’t been able to save their brothers when the Seppies attacked. He couldn’t stop himself from brushing the underside of his left bracer, where 99’s number rested on the inside against his wrist. Cutup saw the gesture, and leaned in to bump shoulders. Hevy rocked with the motion, nudging back with an elbow, and tried not to sigh.

They were specialists, a commando squad that went everywhere and did everything. The past was past, and back then....

He hated to admit it, but their presence might well have done nothing but add to the body count.

Yeah, he hated being back here too. At least this was just another routine checkup, and then they could go.

It still felt so weird, walking through Kamino’s halls in their armor. It was ARC style, bulkier than standard with better protection, pauldrons and kamas, all in their dark gray with subdued – but extensive – dark blue markings. It was better for stealth than the typical white, but it made them stand out like highlighted targets in the endless stark white of Tipoca City. It meant the local brothers – young, you could tell from the body language and the tight way they clutched at their weapons and watched them too overtly – were staring at the squad in a mix of awe and concern.

“There seem to be an awful lot of armed brothers here?” Cutup asked, way too casual.

“Someone’s nervous about something,” Hevy muttered back.

A loud scuffle and a yell behind them had the squad whirling around, hands on blasters but not drawing yet. There was some kind of escort squad there, longneck in the lead – at least, they had been. Some brother in reds had shoved the Kaminoan down, was wrestling weapons from the guard squad in a way that was damned impressive. Sure, garri-troopers were...not the top of the line soldiers, but this guy was good. ARC quality, probably, to get three down that fast without a single shot fired. The restraint was one of the reasons Hevy and the others didn’t draw – the other was something...familiar? Some weird sensation crawling up Hevy’s neck.

The rambunctious brother was arguing with a medical droid, then the Kaminoan slammed an alert button. The hallway lights went red, the brother grabbed the droid and ran, and Cutup cried out.

Droidbait managed words, which was more than Hevy could do upon seeing the fleeing brother’s goatee and temple tattoo.

“Fives! That’s Fives!”

-----

By the time they figured out what was going on, Fives was already en route to Coruscant. Droidbait didn’t bother asking permission; he just sauntered into their ship with a droid in tow, and poor AZI-3 was claimed as part of the team.

On the plus side, he and Reesh seemed to be okay with each other, and by the time they arrived at Coruscant, it was obvious they were keeping him. The intel he carried, though – that was...concerning.

Fives was crazy, but not the kind of crazy that would make up some kind of wild conspiracy theory.

They had a plan, they had a helpful med-droid, and all they had to do was stop being at least one step behind the action.

-----

Fives woke up. He hadn’t expected that. He distinctly remembered getting shot, and it hurt, and then it was just darkness grasping up and pulling him down.

But here he was, waking up. He opened his eyes, and that worked too. The ceiling looked like any other in a transport ship, which meant he could be anywhere. Limbs felt all accounted for, and he was far clearer headed than he’d been when–

When things went bad.

Noise to the side drew his attention: three troopers were there, in dark armor that probably indicated some kind of specialists. Well, they probably had answers.

“I’m dead?” he asked, not sure how death was actually supposed to work.

“No!” a cheerful, familiar voice declared, and AZI-3 floated into view far too close to his face. “You are still alive and now back to almost normal levels of functioning!”

“AZI! You’re–” He bit back a relieved sigh, because he was terrified the poor tinny was going to be recycled. “You’re ok?” He sat up, wincing at that feel of deep pain in his chest, a low ache that meant bacta had been applied and done its work, but it was recent and his body sure as hell remembered what had just happened to it.

“Okay, and part of the squad!” The little droid did a happy twirl, showing off a new paint job that was in the same subdued blue as the troopers.

Fives looked over at the one standing in front of the other two, jaig eyes on his dark bucket and a ‘1’ on  both vambraces. “Congratulations. The squad?”

The leader nodded. “Experimental unit Clone Force 99. The Bad Batch.”

Oh-kay. “That’s a rousing endorsement.” He didn’t mean to be disparaging, but he was still getting over being dead.

The brother on the right shrugged – his bucket had an impressive set of fangs detailed on it, as if some large creature were trying to swallow it from behind. “S’what we get for bein’ weird,” he said, funny lilt to his voice and apparently not caring about Fives’ tone at all.

The third trooper sighed, giving the second one a look. “Unconventional, the word you’re looking for is unconventional!”

Trooper Two’s bucket waggled mockingly at Trooper Three, as if the brother there were making rude faces. Fives couldn’t hear anything, but he was willing to wager a few credits he didn’t have that there was something being taunted over a private channel.

The leader ignored the byplay. “Fives....” He hesitated, then shrugged. “I’m sorry, I just have to ask: you do realize that you might as well be dead to the Republic? The GAR?”

He’d been trying pretty hard to ignore that. Fives allowed himself a moment to close his eyes and just breathe. “I was raving, wasn’t I.” His voice was quiet, and he’d meant it as a question, though it didn’t come out that way. “At General Skywalker and Captain Rex. I didn’t give them anything coherent, did I.”

The silence went on too long. “I’m sorry,” the leader said.

Fives opened his eyes, and he thought he saw sympathy in the brothers’ body language. “What happened?”

AZI puffed up, the droid ready to infodump in the way that he did, but the third trooper raised a hand in a polite, minimalist gesture to stop – and miracle of the Force, AZI did.

“AZI made up a cocktail to slow down your body’s functions, to let us fake your death” the leader said, crossing his arms. “We’d hoped to snipe you before things went to shit, but – that didn’t go so well. The Guard–” His hands balled into fists, and while it was nice to see this guy had emotions. “No one can figure out why the fuck they weren’t shooting to stun, which is basic fucking protocol, but – they got you. We tagged you at about the same time, swapped bodies en route to the morgue, and now we’re about mid-rim.”

Fives’ hand went up to his chest, to where that ache still lingered. “How close was it?”

“Very.” AZI sounded subdued, which both was, and really really wasn’t an improvement. “Someone drugged you before we did, and the chemical combination was bad. But we worked through that and now you’re back!”

He couldn’t stop himself, frustration boiling over till he slammed a fist against the examination table he was on. “Nala Se,” he growled, because he could at least keep from shouting. “It must’ve been on the transport to Coruscant!”

The Bad Batch was patient enough to let him calm down, then the leader took a step forward. “You’re certain there’s a conspiracy. That the Chancellor is....”

“Bad news,” he growled, brain shying away from that unfortunate memory.

He nodded. “Then I’ve got an offer for you. Fives is dead. We’ll need time; none of us are great slicers but we make do – and we could use a new member to the squad.”

“And you’ll help me stop this?”

“Yes.”

Fives held out his hand. “Then you’ve got a deal.”

The leader grasped his wrist and they shook. “I gotta say.” His voice sounded...off; too thick and almost shaking. “I’m glad. Welcome back to the Bad Batch, Fives.”

“Back?”

The two troopers removed their buckets. The smartass had a neatly trimmed, minimalist beard and mustache, and a wry grin. He was crying, like his brother. That one was cleanshaven, with closecut hair and some kind of snaky tattoo coiling up from the neck of his blacks.

Then the leader took back his hand, and pulled his helmet. He had some impressive old burn scars along the face, but that didn’t obscure the matching designs that wrapped around his neck and up onto his cheeks.

Fives stared at those familiar Z-6 blaster cannons, and on some level through the shock he realized he was crying too. “Hevy?” he finally managed, looking over and registering that it was Cutup and Droidbait, then looking back because this could not be happening. “I thought you said I wasn’t dead.”

He was swamped in a sudden group hug, and through the laughter and tears he could hear his brother. “You’re not,” Hevy promised. “You’re not, and we’re not, and we’ll explain everything, but most of all we are going to solve this. Together.”

~end

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