#what to do w bastion

[rollercoasterwords]

hihi i was wondering what you’re studying in grad school? i’m debating going LOL

i’m currently in a master’s program 4 a gender studies degree! my experience has been. pretty good so far but if ur located in the u.s. my honest advice is don’t go 2 grad school unless u can get it fully funded…or unless ur rich enough 2 just eat the cost of paying 4 a program in which case u can probably do whatever u want lol

#can only speak 2 the higher ed system in the u.s. but #master’s programs in particular r harder 2 find funding for #& most people in them r getting a degree 4 a specific career or planning 2 continue working in academia #phd programs here r funded but harder 2 get into bc of it & a bigger commitment & also still underpaid so #anyway. only reason i was able 2 do this master’s degree was bc one of the schools i applied 2 gave me tuition remission + a stipend #i would NOT recommend going into debt 4 a master’s degree. generally speaking… #also don’t generally recommend going into grad school straight from undergrad…obv every person’s situation is different etc #but my general advice would be go 2 grad school if u have a specific career path in mind not just if u aren’t sure what else 2 do etc #like lbr the university is not a sacred bastion of learning lol it’s a job like any other & comes w its own forms of exploitation #esp if ur a grad student…one thing a university will NEVER do is pay u well!!!

[bricky-brikson]

hey! this is chance & here’s week 2's prompt. when you write or create an oc, do you like to reference elements from your life? if yes, name a few. if no, why not?

Pull from my life ? Sort of. Specifically, myself. I often make my villains by extrapolating my worst behaviours. Felix Abner, the villain of my main WIP, started as a self insert.

I have BPD, quiet type, but I always think about what a worse version of myself would be like, a version of myself who didn't have the crippling anxiety that holds me back from making a scene or hurting people. Felix started as that different version of me, although he has certainly changed over time and has many aspects of his character that no longer resemble me. However, his behaviours centred around obsession and love still pull from my own disordered thinking.

Cassedy Lowell, the main character of that same story, has NPD. Although I don't have NPD, I do use some of my own self-aggrandizement as inspiration for writing him and his thought processes. I often dream of being famous or widely recognized, so I gave him similar desires then built from there (with advice from acquaintances with NPD).

I find it therapeutic to put my mental issues into my characters, especially the issues that cause me to imagine violence or have upsetting intrusive thoughts. Writing characters who go through with those thoughts lets me handle those ideas in a safe place where no one actually gets hurt.

Also, my life isn't really that interesting, so I don't have any cool events to pull from. If I had a more exciting life I'd probably use it as inspo, but I'm a pretty boring person from the outside. All the interesting things happen in my noggin.

#felix is literally a worst case scenario #do not use him as a reason to feel uncomfy around ppl w/BPD #he was literally groomed to be violent #my characters ARE NOT representative of the disorders i give them #they are characters who dont even in-universe know what those disorders are #i use the disorder labels as an easy writing tool as a modern individual to summarize some of their behaviours #if youre interested in BPD or NPD then i encourage you to talk to ACTUAL PEOPLE who have those disorders #not take fictional characters as the bastion of what these disorders are #ok now all the empaths have stopped reading. fellow cluster Bs when are we taking over the world #felix abner #cassedy lowell #dear cassedy #ask

[st4rymoon]

✶𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫✶

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: finger! Riding, semi Pervy Bucky, master bastion (m and f), unprotected sex, size kink, BD Bucky, pet names, belly bulge, language, soft dom bucky, lap grinding

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Bucky couldn’t keep his mind at ease when he could hear your pretty moans through his walls. He tried to block it out but it was hard to ignore the vibrating of your toy and how sweet you sounded while you fucked yourself.

He’d ignore you in the elevator but he’d never fail to notice the frown you had whenever he gave short responses to your friendly questions.

Although it felt wrong, he would fuck his hand whenever he heard you moaning. He would imagine how soft and easy you’d be to break. He towered over you even in your tallest heels, whenever he stood next to you it was temping not to look at how your thighs clenched next to him.

He’d imagine how good it would feel to spread your pretty legs and fuck his fat cock into you. He bets he’d even be able to see his cock slamming into your tight cunt through your tummy.

That’s why in the situation he’s in, he feels like it’s a dream. You were straddling his thighs, lips on his as his hands roamed your body. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding onto his lap while he gripped you tightly.

He was moaning into your mouth as he felt how small you were in his arms, how easily you fit into his lap almost as if you were made for him.

He never knew a little thing like you could he so damn eager to fuck him, it boosted his ego as he watched you runt against his lap so needily.

“Please barns, bucky please” you whine as you clawed at his biceps “what do you want honey? Tell me what you want” he cooed. You moaned at the tone of his voice, chills ran up your spine as his eyes devoured you.

“Need to feel you in me, fuck me, cum inside of me” you whined. His eyes widened at your words, he never knew he needed to hear that until now. It’s like a flip switched inside of him as he heard you whine and beg for him.

His hands were slipping up your skirt and yanking your lace panties your thighs. His cold metal arm wrapped around your waist, completely hugging you onto him as he sucked onto your neck and kicked off his jeans.

Both of you were breathing as if you ran a mile from the heat of everything. Bucky felt like he was playing himself, he was lying to himself about the way you looked at him.

He swore he could see a glint in your eyes that craved more than just sex. But how could anyone see that? He was kidding himself.

His fingers ghosted past your thighs, calloused fingers ran through your folds as he finally felt what you had all those nights. He was determined to make that toy look like trash compared to how he could make you feel.

You let out a shaky moan as his thick fingers softly pressed against your clit. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he slid past your clit and dipped two of his fingers inside your tight cunt.

You felt so overwhelmed by the sensation of his warmth mixed with his delicious fingers stuffing you full. You’ve slept with one person before and that could never live up to the feeling Bucky pulled out of you with so little.

“That’s it sweetheart, up and down” he hummed as you started to bounce on his fingers. You could feel his cock bulging onto your thigh, causing you to fuck his fingers even faster.

Bucky felt like he was in heaven the second your pretty moans spilled out of your lips. He watched your face contort and how your chest pressed onto his as you squeezed his fingers.

Your hands snaked onto his waist band and tugged softly, hinting that you needed more than just his fingers. “Please” you moaned onto his cheek as you kissed him messily “please Bucky” it came out pathetic and he loved it.

He nodded and pulled his fingers away from your messy pussy. He lifted his fingers and sucked them clean as he watched you pull his boxers off.

A whimper escaped your lips as his cock slapped onto his stomach. You wasted no time and aligned yourself over him as your eyes looked into his “god you look so fucking pretty like this” he whispered as his hands pressed your hips down onto his cock.

Your mouth flew open as you felt him split you open, you watched as his big hands squeeze your hips with restrain. He could feel you clenching around him as you bit your tongue, trying to cover the slight pain of him stretching you.

Not even half of his cock was inside you and you already felt like you were full. Buckys eyes watched the way your puffy folds hugged his cock, he loved seeing how small you were compared to him.

He noticed the deeper he pushes the more prominent his cock was inside your belly. He saw himself bulging though you as he fully settled inside you.

“Breath doll” Bucky reassured as his hand ran down your spin. You took a deep breath and let yourself take him. Your eyes rolled back the moment he moved, it was the best feeling in the world.

You were a woman bit by need as you began to bounce on him. Bucky let out a shaky moan as the sudden movements took him by surprise. He held onto your waist as you began to fuck yourself onto his cock.

His heavy breaths fell onto your neck as he squeezed his eyes in bliss. Your body was burning, it felt as if your body was radiating pleasure. A tingle ran down your spine as he began to fuck you sloppily onto his lap.

His cock plunged deep inside you as he slammed you onto his lap. The wet sound of your messy cunt making him smile as you dug your nails into his bare back.

A wave of pleasure washed over you as your orgasm filled your senses. Your vision turned blurry as Bucky continued his assault on your cunt.

“So fucking goo- oh my fucking god” he huffed as he felt you gushing around him. “Buck- bucky” you cried out as he pounded you onto him harder. “Th- that’s it- fuckk” he moaned out as his cock twitched inside you.

You could feel him coat your walls as he held slammed once more and let his cock fill you to the brim. He couldn’t believe how good you felt choking his cock.

Your tight pussy fit him like a glove he thought, panting onto your shoulder. Both of you hugged onto each other as you caught your breaths. Bucky hummed as your lips began to kiss up his neck “so much for fixing my tv” you smiled.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x female reader #marvel smut #marvel fic #marvel #smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut

[messyhairdiaz]

7.07 Coda

Buck makes it through three levels of It Takes Two before Christopher clocks him.

“Who are you texting so much?” Christopher asks after pausing the game.

Buck’s little character hangs over a chasm between two spinning gears he’s absolutely going to plummet to his death in as soon as the game is resumed. Christopher’s character stands on the other side, having cleared it in one go.

“Who are you texting so much?” Buck deflects. The only reason he made it this far unnoticed is because Christopher’s had his nose buried in his own phone during every loading screen and unskippable cut scene, same as Buck.

“My girlfriend,” Christopher says, the two words purposefully slow and drawn out, carrying every ounce of the are you stupid that flavors at least a quarter of everything a thirteen year old ever says, Christopher not being an exception to that rule. Buck does remarkably well at only taking offense a little.

It was the sound of his phone tinging with two texts in a row where it’s lying face down on his thigh that had led to the pause and now, damningly, it tings again with its helpful little reminder that he’d gotten a text two minutes ago.

Christopher looks down at it and then up at Buck, unimpressed and waiting for an answer.

The truth is, he’s been texting Tommy. Their shifts haven’t been lining up well at all lately, one on while the other’s off, and the brief windows neither of them are working just haven’t been enough to actually go on a date or even just hang out.

In fact, Tommy’s on shift right now, and they’ve been texting like, well, teenagers.

One of which is still staring at him expectantly.

“Um,” he says intelligently. Because he hadn’t really planned on doing this tonight. Kinda hadn’t been planning on it at all, outside of just knowing he needs to say something at some point, but he’d sooty-faced his way through not having to actually do this with most of his family, and sure Christopher had been there, but he’s not really sure if he’d caught it before Hen had clucked her tongue at him and wet napped his face with a giant, proud smile on hers.

He could evade. Worry about this later when he’s actually thought about what to say. But he wants Christopher to know him, all of him.

“I’m texting Tommy. We’re, uh, w-we’re dating now.”

“Dad’s friend Tommy?”

“Yeah. Well—my friend, too.”

“Apparently,” Christopher says, his mouth sliding into that shit-eating smirk that is every inch a perfect copy of Eddie’s.

Buck laughs, a weight off he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying around. He’s felt that a lot, lately. “So you’re okay with it?”

Christopher’s brow furrows. “Yeah? I like Tommy,” he says, again with the teenage everyone is stupid tone, but Buck thinks he’s never been happier to hear it.

He hadn’t been worried, not in any real way. Christopher is Eddie’s kid, after all. They’re both bastions of compassion and care. But Christopher’s nonchalance still feels like a gift.

“Now can you please jump across these gears without dying?” Christopher asks, turning back to the TV.

Buck gives himself a moment just to smile at Christopher, this kid that he somehow has the privilege of watching grow up. And then he too turns back to their game.

“No promises, but I’ll give it my best shot.”

#911 spoilers #911 fic #evan buckley #Christopher Diaz #buckley Diaz family #my fic #tumblr ficlets #is apparently my tag for that

[i-spy-with-my-lethal-eye]

A Promo stained in blood.

*You were going on about your business until you came across a Television giving a gruesome news report. The scene is at a PizzaHut Restaurant.*

News Reporter: “We are here at PizzaHut where a horrific scene has occurred. The murder of all the restaurant’s staff along with many of it’s customers in a horrific massacre. Only three survivors were found at the scene. A young man with two little kids by his side. We are about to question him on the scene now.” *The camera moves over to a boy with red and blonde hair. He had an eye patch, a facial scar, and a purple eye. He was wrapped in some bandages as two kids was seen hugging him while whimpering.* “Tell us, young man. What is your name?”

“B-Bastion. I’m telling you man, i-It was horrible, man. W-We just came in to enjoy some pizza when suddenly some deranged maniac came in and started killing everyone! All because the employee had the wrong toppings on their pizza! It’s madness! Scared the hell out of my siblings and I. I did my best to stop the killer, but-” *The young man grown in pain as he grips his stomach. A red stain appears on the bandages.*

“BIG BRO!” *The two kids were on the verge of tears as Bastion fell over, with the doctors coming over to tend to his wounds.*

News Reporter: “Such a brave young man. We’ll have more to tell as the story unfolds. Back to you, Ken.”

Ken: “Thanks Barbie. As of this moment, no clues have arrived pointing to the identity of the murderer in question nor their whereabouts. So for now, stay vigilant and be careful. If you find any clues regarding any potential suspects, please inform the police immediately. We’ll have more after his commercial break.” *The report ends there as it goes to a random commercial. Someone stands next to you, looking at the screen.*

“Bloody Lance.” *Hm? Does he know something about the crime scene? Do you question him about it?*

@the-vampire-den @mikado-sannoji @ask-ultimate-personas @ask-ultimate-fashionista @ask-the-ultimate-entomologist @ask-pregame-v3 @silently-lying @dranother-memory @fallen-liar @the-purple-hero @hoshi-neko-hikari @hopeless-protagonist @seven-crimes-and-punishments @the-robot-family @the-real-natsumi-kuzuryuu @kittensofhokkaido @ultimate-skier @ultimate-waifu-bait @ultimate-name-not-found @ask-theshadowcyborg @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer @the-plushie-togami-sisters @perfect-bloodcovered-family @pick-and-shovel-laborer @expired-sugar @monsters-of-all-your-fears-blog @ichi-peachy @ashes-of-desire @hopeful-symbols @sinless-slaughter @sinning-harmony @sinistcr-kxrma @oddblogfullofoddmuses @thehypnoticsnakedomain @thepersonaking56 @rxnowned-vxmpire-hxnter @tobys-multiverse-official @hinokamiikaguraa @sshoukinokamii @wwindblumee  @fragmented-liar @just-another-harem @motherkuma-and-monokubs @demons-for-darling @demon-queen-lilith @ask-shslpianist @alonelymechanic @bloodstains-and-bloodsuckers @the-wonder-sisters @yui-samidare-returns @your-pink-party-pony @y0u-f4il3d-m3 @little-miss-succubus @class-105 @the-real-kokichi-ouma​ @ultimate-little-liars​ @mercy-of-the-ashes​ @ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer​ @japanese-ultimateautism​

[chiikasevennn]

Warnings ⚠️: smut, fRIENDS W BENEFITSSSS HEHEHEHE, i genuinely do not know what im doing but its 18+ so yk, u don't wanna get hurt so u kinda gaslight urself

You bit back a moan, humming deeply instead. Miguel's hand cupped your cheek in a behavior you had no idea.

While you were currently in a state of sanity, your exhaustion prevented you from realizing the fact that he was all over for you.

You came to the realization that he had been proceeding with a consistent rhythm until he forcefully thrust into you with intensity.

The force of his actions caused you to cry out, while his eyes brimmed with a combination of emotions upon seeing your unclothed and exhausted form.

Your body spasmed continuously; your eyes to roll upwards as you struggled to suppress every sound you yearned to release.

Unfortunately, your efforts proved futile as you couldn't resist the involuntary reactions. It had always been a source of embarrassment for you to unleash those erotic reactions, but you couldn't suppress them entirely and you knew that.

You found your embarrassment dying at the thought that you were unlikely to retain vivid recollections of the extent to which you expressed your vulnerability through whimpers, tears, and sobs every time he chose to engage with you, whether it be during the day or in the darkest hours of the night.

You were consumed by an extraordinary euphoria, akin to the feeling of being ensnared in a pleasurable suffocation, as he knowingly and intentionally kept himself intertwined and trapped within your walls.

You were teetering on the edge of reaching your breaking point, and he understood this, yet he persistently thrust forward with abrupt motions.

As minutes passed, you became a disheveled and emotionally overwhelmed individual, shedding tears uncontrollably.

In a sudden and instinctive moment, your hand involuntarily reached for the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as your lips urgently pressed against his. O'Hara was taken aback by the abruptness of your actions, but swiftly responded with equal fervor.

Compared to his harsh thrust, the kiss he comforted you with was warm, welcoming, and homey.

I shouldn't be feeling… This… Despite your weary state, you managed to muster some cognitive effort, only to be utterly taken aback as he released himself inside of you, painting your insides white.

The overwhelming intensity of the moment was too much to bear. The forcefulness of the sensation caused you to scream into the kiss, your eyes instinctively closing as a wave of dizziness washed over you.

As your spine arched steeply, a delicate trail of drool gracefully bridged the gap between your mouths, a tangible symbol of the vehement connection shared during the passionate kiss.

The moment Miguel withdrew from the profound embrace, he took in your widened eyes in a mixture of satisfaction and sheer exhilaration, the intensity of the experience leaving you utterly overwhelmed.

Overcome by the magnitude of sensations coursing through your body, your legs quivered uncontrollably, struggling to support you in the aftermath.

In the realm shared between you and Miguel, as desire consumed both of you, he appeared to be the sole bastion of sanity, possessing the fortitude to continue unabated.

With a gentle touch, his hands tenderly traversed your thighs, tracing their contours with a soothing caress.

Gradually, as the haze of passion lifted, you found yourself slowly returning to a heightened state of awareness.

However, in a captivating display of longing, Miguel drew you closer, his gravitational pull irresistibly magnetic.

Bending down, he bestowed tender, gentle kisses upon the expanse of your inner thighs, their softness igniting a whimper to escape your lips—you were still rocking sensitive.

Contemplating the appropriateness of engaging in such intimate acts within the context of a friends with benefits arrangement, you found yourself uncertain, yet embracing every single facet of the experience with an undeniable ardor.

Deep down, you acknowledged that the duration of this connection would not surpass your initial hopes, as you were acutely aware that all things possess a finite end.

Allowing yourself to become emotionally attached would only lead to disappointment.

With a blink and nonchalant shrug, you tried to dismiss those burgeoning feelings, despite him being the sole individual capable of evoking these unprecedented sensations within you.

It's just sex, you attempted. —he probably doesn't feel the same.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spider-man #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara smut #smut #spider man 2099 #spider man

[patamus-warmer]

Do you live in butte? It kinda seems like you’re treating my town like a poverty zoo for your art. Do you even know any of the people that frequent pissers palace? Why are you taking pictures of peoples homes like that? I get the maybe displaying capitalism decay in a town that was used and abused for its resources and then left for dead. But genuinely your photos feel a little cold to me. It just feels like we’re focusing more on the aesthetic of a decaying house (that btw people live in) and not like the humanity of the fact that people have to live there.

I’ve lived in uptown Butte for two years and no I don’t know any Pissers Palace regulars. Honestly, I don’t have a lot of friends here because I’m not the most socially adept person and Butte is the kind of town where it’s hard to make friends if you’re not from here. However, those facts don’t really matter considering the issues you raise, anon. I want to avoid addressing these valid concerns with some kind of PR-tailored bullshit statement and frankly there may not be much I can say that will satisfy you. So, I’ll try to do my best to answer as sincerely as I can.

I hope this ask isn't a troll because it was upsetting to read. Not due to my personal feelings, but because a member of the community feels like my photography is exploiting Butte by only seeing the decay caused by de-industrialization without seeing the broader community as it is, let alone the people. This is a fair criticism that I do think about with my work—probably not thoroughly enough—and one that’s at the heart of photography ethics (e.g. taking pictures of homeless people while doing nothing to change their material conditions). My interests and curiosity do gravitate towards darker aspects in society such as the consequences of de-industrialization and late capitalism on communities. I’m not the first (or last) photographer to explore these phenomena, especially in Butte, but it’s what I often photograph. At the same time, this type of photography doesn’t do much to break cycles of exploitation and can create a myopic perception of places inviting gentrification. It definitely makes me consider what I photograph and why, particularly if the work is perceived as “cold” poverty aesthetics. I think one of my intentions with the photography is to help see the deep rooted history in the landscape of Butte that is out of time and special, especially compared to all the gentrified shit holes a lot of cities are now.

However, there’s also the issue you raise which is there’s much more to Butte than that and it’s not just aesthetics. Point taken. My last b&w post doesn’t exactly express positivity while probably coming off as cliche and annoying to people from Butte. Nobody wants to see the place they live in reduced to mindless social media posts. I���ve had a similar, yet inverse reaction many times seeing influencers portraying Montana as a new bastion of freedom while everyone who grew up in the state often view them more as tax-dodging gentrifiers who don’t care about the people or the history. I think the other issue with the lack of humanity in the photography is the lack of portraits. It’s something I’m personally working on to be less shy and take portraits in a respectful manner—with the subject’s permission—without creating a dour perception. Also, I didn’t mean to disrespect the people living in any of the homes I took a picture of—I’d love to meet those people and talk with them.

The last thing I want to say is this: I have nothing but respect and admiration for Butte. And not to sound patronizing or condescending, I specifically admire the passion and dignity of this community that comes through in your ask, the town’s strong labor history and compassion for marginalized people. One event I attended last year was when after the public library gave into nazi demands to cancel a trans speaker, our local community radio station hosted her talk and the town came out in force to stand in solidarity with her. They did the same thing recently to make sure an ADA ramp wasn't defunded by the county commissioners.

I’ll never be from Butte, but I’m honored to live here and want to contribute to it respectfully. I see more beauty and the wonder of a place out of time in Butte than a decaying town to pity. You may see it differently in my photos and that’s fine.  If you want to discuss this further, please feel free to reach out: [email protected].

#ask

[punishing-eden]

Oh, finally got the chance to ask for stories. If you allow me, I want a one-shot story about how the Gray Raven members helped Commander, who was blown away by a strong wind on a mission with them and blown away like Mary Poppins with her umbrella, with elements of comedy in it? Thank you very much.

Author's note:

Ngl, this is a bit of a challenge, and it did took me a while. Writing comedy is something new to me. Plus, my humor is *Chefs kiss*/sarcas.

Haha.. Ha.. Ha... Please say I am funny ;w;

BTW, the incident with the automatic umbrella was a true story of mine. It legit happened like that, I am not making this up.

Edit: Spotted some mistakes, fixed it

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Cursed Relic...

Grey Ravens and Commandant/reader (ft. Kamui)

Summary:

You found an piece of relic in the ruins. An automatic umbrella of the Golden Age. Yet, Lucia and Kamui insisted it is cursed.

Tags: Comedy (*finger guns*), mild action, Lee and Kamui the comedic duo, Panini-style

"Commandant!" Lucia yelled from five feet below. You watched as she fanatically ran around trying to find a way to get to you.

Liv was just as frantic, scanning for all possible means. Meanwhile, Lee was almost at the verge to kill Kamui.

Currently dangling, dangerously five feet above ground level, carefully, you readjusted your grip on the piece of metal. You felt your new battle suit accommodated to your grip.

You reckon you should just find your way out of this mess; before Lee has a chance to commit murder.

Your hands began to move along the pipeline with each grip as your body slowly, but surely, following along it's direction. You looked up to makes sure your hands are doing fine, and noticed your right hand was still gripping onto the relic...

*****

"Wait a minute..." you said.

Among the sand, you managed to spot something buried beneath. Out of curiousity you decided to pick it up, inspecting its shape and mechanics. You shook it to remove decades of sand and dust that was accumulated.

"Commandant?" Lee walked over to you. He saw you standing there in fascination, and he got a little curious.

His voice alerted Lucia as well. She, too, followed behind Lee, wanting to know what had caught your attention.

"Guys look," you said and held up relic, "I never thought I would see something like this!"

"What is it, Commandant?" Lucia asked.

"It's an umbrella," Lee answered, "Golden age relic, an automated model too..."

You nodded your head and added, "I wonder how does this work?"

"Let me take a look, Commandant," Lee said and conducted a scan on the item.

Meanwhile, Liv was scanning the surroundings nearby. Usually ruins are places where the corrupted like to gather the most, hence, it was usual practice for her to scan the area whenever the team are traversing through ruins.

Kamui was joining in with the mission, and was on standby behind the group. He asked, "Liv, anything nearby?"

The support construct shook her head, "No enemies detected. Punishing Virus Concentration is low. It is safe to continue." she reported.

Kamui nodded before noticing a lively conversation was happening between you and your other two constructs.

Without much thought, Bastion made his way towards you.

"Ah! Kamui, your post!" Liv exclaimed.

"It's fine, Liv. I'll be back in a sec!" Kamui promised.

Approaching the group, he peer over Lee's shoulder. "Oh wow! What's that?!" Kamui asked.

Lee jumped from the volume of Kamui's voice, "What the-!!"

Lee spun around, face flush with embrassment and anger. Placing your arm in between the constructs, you stopped Lee from grabbing Kamui. Paleflame could only bite his tougne, swallowing his annoyance all for your sake.

"It's an automatic umbrella," you answered Kamui's question.

You lifted up the item to give the construct a better look at it, "I bet Asmoiv would like to study this." you joked.

"... Commandant..."Lucia suddenly spoke, her voice sounded a little worried," are you sure you want to take the relic with you? "

"What is it, Lucia?" you asked. You were confused by what Lucia had said.

"It's just..." her cheeks went a little red. Embrassed by what she was about to say, "I heard that relics are usually cursed. Should you take it with you, Commandant, I am worried that something might happen to you."

Everyone went quiet after Lucia spoke. You didn't know what to think of it until Kamui spoke, "Hey, Lucia... Are you sure? I know we watched a lot of Golden Age movies but..."

"Cursed relics are simply myths," Lee butted in, "there are no scientific prove that curses exist other than being a human cultural belief. In other words, this is all superstition. So, don't worry about it too much."

Flushed with colour, Lucia lowered her head a little out of embrassment. "It's okay, Lucia. I know you meant well," you reassured, "Thank you."

"... I guess we have stayed here long enough, shall we move on, Commandant?" Lee asked.

Giving him a nod, you then turned to Liv and requested, "Liv, how did the scan go? Any way out?"

"There are in total five exits in this ruin, this includes the entrance. The nearest exit is in the west wing of the building." Liv reported.

"Get into formation," you ordered, "Kamui, back to position."

Bastion gave a little pout but nodded regardless and went back to his position at the back. Under your command, you and your group continued going through the ruin. Looking for the exit, before all of you over stayed your welcome.

Arriving at the location, Lee commented when he saw the exit, "Liv, when you say exit, do you mean this?" he pointed at the huge hole on the wall. Liv turned a little red from embrassment and nodded.

"Commandant, it's raining," Lucia said, "There should be a waterproof function in your new uniform."

You nodded and activated the control system. The wrist band on your suit glowed projecting a control panel in front of you. There was a newly installed functions list in your system. You took your time to scroll through the list, searching for the word 'Wateeproof' but not before catching your eyes on another word, 'Parachute'.

Once you found what you wanted, you press the button waiting for the system to respond. However, after a few seconds pass, the system was not responding. Pressing the button again, you helded a troubled look.

“Commandant?” Lee asked. He approached the control panel and tried to press the button as well.

“I think the suit’s lagging,” you said, "It was working fine before."

“Did you break the the mother board by chance? Or the communicator?” Lee asked, “let me run a scan.”

You thought about it, but you never recall every breaking the technology inside your suit. You never took a big fall, nor did you hear anything break.

"Nevermind," You said. There's no time to lose. Taking the umbrella, you lift it up and showed it to your constructs, "I can always use this." you spoke proudly.

"... Are you sure? That thing looks kinda rusty." Kamui commented.

Lucia had a look of worried on her face.

"Just watch how this works," exicted, you pushed the button to open up the canopy. However, the runner slide with a small pop, the whole top flew off the tip leaving you holding onto the handle and the shaft. The canopy landed on the ground with a wet thud. The rain fell harder, hitting home the fact you are definitely going to get wet.

"... Is that how it suppose to work?" Kamui asked.

"Shut up,"Lee scoffed.

"Hey Lucia," Kamui turned to Grey Raven's captain, "you know, this is kinda like a sign."

Lucia pulled back, "What do you mean?" She asked in a serious tone.

"maybe...the relic is actually cursed?" Kamui suggested, "Commandant already has encounter two problems. Maybe there would be a third one!"

Immediately, Lucia's heighted her senses. In fear she looked at you, who was still making a joke about the umbrella. Liv and Lee were trying to help you put the umbrella back together.

"C-Commandant..." Lucia said, she reached out trying to stop you, however, as optimistic as you could be you said, "Well, I guess we just to find the nearest shelter and run. Liv, anything?"

Running a scan, Liv nodded and report, "There's infrastructure up a head."

"Good, let's move out, team!" you ordered. You pulled your cape over your head and ran out of the ruins.

Standing there, Lucia could only watch as the rest of her team followed you. All running towards the shelter under the beating rain. Lost at what she should do, Lotus could only bite her tougne and followed from behind.

*****

"Whew! We made it!" you spoke as you tried to catch your breath.

Standing by the entrance of the infrastructure, it seems to be a warehouse of some sorts. You were soaked from head to toe.

"Commandant, are you alright?" Lucia asked in worry.

Looking at your contruct, you gave her a slight confused look. 'What has got her so on edge? ' you thought.

"What is it, Lucia?" you asked.

"..." struggling say it out loud, Kamui butted in, "What Lucia is trying to say is... Do you feel anything off? Like a broken ribs or something?"

"Commandant, are you hurt?" Liv asked in surprise.

"Oh no, no, I am fine," you laughed," But I am getting a bit cold, let's head inside." you pointed at the warehouse.

Quickly, everyone went in. Lee and Kamui closed the entrance door, just in case the corrupted were to walk in.

"From the look of this place...there should be an office here somewhere," You mumbled, desperate to find something to dry you off. You began shivering from the cold. Walking along the warehouse, you looked around to see there were also machineries laying around. Then it clicked to you that this isn't a warehouse, but a workshop.

"I wonder what things did the people make in this place?" you asked.

"Something with paint. " Lee answered. He pointed at the large empty pot with paint residue all dried up at the bottom.

"Guys look!" Kamui exclaim and ran ahead.

"Kamui, wait!" Liv cried.

"Let him be, Liv." Lee sighed.

Everyone followed Kamui. He had ran towards a control panel up front, and next to it was an industrial fan.

"Guys, I got an idea!" Kamui said, "We can dry Commandant with this!"

Lee apparoch Kamui as he played with the controls. "I wouldn't touch anything here if I were you." Lee warned.

"Don't worry, bro. I got this!" Kamui gave Lee and thumbs up, Paleflame flashed a look of skepticism.

Meanwhile, you continued to inspect the umbrella. Back at the ruins, Lee fixed it for you so it should work fine.

Holding the umbrella out, you pressed the button to release the top again. This time, instead of the top flying out from the shaft, it stayed and the ribs opened up.

FOOM, it let out a sound and a sudden burst of force startling you a little. You've never experience something like this before.

'Do people back in the Golden Age always experience this everytime it rains?' you thought to yourself.

Maybe the history museum back in Babylonia would be happy to collect this. Excited, you turned around eager to show your constructs the umbrella actually works.

At the same time, Kamui was troubleshooting the machine. Suddenly, the fan blades began to move. It started a little slow, but soon picked up it's momentum.

You, with an open umbrella at hand, approached Lucia and Liv. "Hey, look the umbrella works!" you said happily. However you began to feel resistance from behind. As the wind blew stronger and stronger, the umbrella suddenly picked up the wind.

The next thing you knew, your feet flew off from the ground. The fan blew as you held on to the umbrella, taking you a few feet above.

"Commandant!" Lucia cried.

"Oi!" Lee snapped at Kamui.

Quickly you grabbed on to a nearby pipe to prevent yourself from hitting the wall. Grabbing onto the piece of metal tightly, you looked down and saw the Grey Ravens panicking.

Lucia and Liv were running around, while Lee was on the verge to kill Kamui.

The umbrella was still in your hands.

"I knew it! It's cursed!" Lucia exclaimed.

"What do you mean, Lucia?" Liv asked.

"The unbrella..." Lucia replied, "It's a cursed relic."

Liv was taken back.

"As long as it's by Commandant's side, Commandant will always be in danger." Lucia continued.

"Wait, Lucia how can you be sure. These are just myths." Lee said.

"but..." Lucia replied, "Didn't a number of misfortunes happened after Commandant kept the umbrella?"

The team went silent.

"... Then what should we do?" Liv asked.

Everyone looked at Lucia, waiting for her response. Thinking hard, she figured it would be wise to tackle the thing she was cautious the whole time.

The umbrella.

"We need to destroy that relic. As long as its there, Commandant is not entirely save." she said.

"I agree," Lee said, "and we need to act fast. I doubt the pipe could hold on."

On cue, the pipe began to break from your weight. You held on tightly as the piece of metal dropped down. Metal scratching against metal sounded like thunder roaring through the workshop. This alerted the team. The situtation was dire and they need to act.

"Let's split up," Lee suggested, "Liv and Kamui, stay here and watch out for Commandant. Lucia and I will head to the office to see if there's anything to help Commandant!"

Not a second to waste, Lee and Lucia dashed towards the office. While Kamui and Liv kept watch. "Don't worry Commandant!" Kamui yelled, "If you fall I can catch you!"

"Erm... Kamui, I don't think it's possible for Commandant." Liv said.

Suddenly, the piece of metal dropped lower. You felt your heart dropped, thinking you were seriously done for. As you dangled from above, you look up and saw how the metal pipe was held desperatly by the nuts and bolts. It had bend it's shape from your weight and you don't think it could hold on much longer.

"Commandant!" A small voice echoed at a distance.

"Commandant!" Liv yelled in her soft voice.

"Liv?" you answered back.

"Commandant, there should be a magnetic mode on your combat suit!" she yelled.

Quickly and carefully, you activated your wrist band; projecting the control panel once more. Going to system control, you scroll through the different modes your suit has.

However you didn't pick the mode Liv suggested, you opted for a better choice.

Carefully, you moved your hands to make your way towards a large metal tub, connected with the pipe. Making it through your fingers griped on the thin protruding seal edge, while stepping on the edge near your feet. You slowly made your way around the structure. Getting close to another set of pipes. Inching your way closer towards Liv and Kamui.

Meanwhile, Lucia and Lee had found the office. They rummage through the desks, cabinets and lockers trying to find anything they could use for help.

"There's nothing here," Lucia said,"How about you, Lee?"

Lee shook his head and said, "I couldn't find anything but these towels." he opened one of the lockers and showed Lucia a bunch of towels made with a textured fabric.

Standing by the locker, Lee gave it a good thought and spoke, "Actually, maybe this could work."

"How?" Lucia asked.

"Back in the day, humans use a fabric net to catch people when they jump down from high places. We can make a net with these." Lee took one of the towels and pulled at it showing Lucia how flexible and durable the material is.

"They are a little too small..." Lucia commented,"Are you sure this can catch Commandant?"

Lee held a stoic look before grabbing his gun. He tinkered with his guns for a bit. Not long, the weapon began to shift its parts.

"What?" Lucia spoke. She was surprised at what she saw.

"Don't go telling anyone about this, especially Kamui," Lee said, "I knew this will come in handy someday. I have installed different types of mechanics into these guns. They should help sew these towels together."

He handed Lucia one while Lee took the other. He demonstrate to Lucia how to sew and both constructs hurriedly work on the makeshift catch net.

As soon as they were finished, they gave the stitches a little test before rushing back to where Kamui and Liv were.

"We're back!" Lucia exclaimed.

"Lucia! Lee!" Liv said.

"Where's Commandant?" Lucia asked.

"Guy!" they heard your voice. They all followed the sound of your voice and saw you walking along the pipelines, arms out to maintain balance. You were getting closer to where your constructs were standing.

"Good timing," Lee said. He gave Lucia a corner of the makeshift catch net, and handed the other corners to Liv and Kamui.

"We've made a catch net, everyone needs to be careful not to pull the fabric too tight," Lee warned.

As you got closer, the rusty pipes began to give out. You almost slipped and ran as the pipes bend and broke off from it's screws. Your footsteps rang as your shoes hit the metal, you can see your constructs with the net. Running towards the end of the pipeline, you jumped just in time.

On that moment your hand releases the umbrella, throwing it away to the side.

Lucia saw it as an opportunity, she ran towards the umbrella, unsheathing her sword. The relic was cut into several pieces in mid air before dropping to the ground.

As you fell, you went to pull a string on your left shoulder, a small parachute launched.

Kamui's jaws dropped, Lee was stoic but his eyes showed surprised, while Liv had a sigh of relief.

With the parachute, you gently landed next to your constructs and did a forward roll, before standing up.

"Commandant! You did it!" Kamui exclaimed.

"So you have a parachute all along?" Lee asked. He was a little annoyed, if only he knew. He wouldn't have showed Lucia his gadgets

"I am surprised myself, I didn't even know the suit has packed a small parachute. I got to see all the functions and controls the suit has to offer." You explained.

"... Fair enough..." Lee said, although he still felt a little bitter.

"As long as the relic is gone, everything should be alright," Lucia said.

"Ah, the umbrella!" you exclaimed, you just remembered.

Lucia jumped when she heard you exclaimed.

"Commandant, do you still want to bring that cursed relic home?" Kamui asked, scratching his head in confusion, "Didn't you have enough of bad luck already?"

"It's more like, you activated the machine which landed us here in the first place..." Lee mumbled.

"Nah, I think I have enough of it today." you said, "I am a little sad, but I don't miss it."

A small smile was draw on Lucia's lips, there was a moment of relief in her expression.

Everyone had a sigh of relief as the danger had past.

"But, I really need to find a place to dry off. I am getting cold." you spoke. Immediately, your contructs began to panic once more.

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(C) Punishing-eden

#pgr #punishing gray raven #punishing eden #punishing: gray raven #pgr lee #pgr x reader #pgr kamui #pgr lucia #pgr liv #Comedy do I know her?

[lululeighsworld]

:'''') how much is this episode gonna fuck me uppp (97 spoilers beware)

oh my god this ep is so long can i finish it on my lunch break LMAO

WAS THAT YOUNG ERIK SJCKWKVKMWCJJSJCJS GRIPPING HIM IN MY TEETH SHAKING HIM AROUND

OH IT'S THE FUCKING BAR STOOOOOOOOOP

his shoulders are so fucking big i swear to god

Also I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS HAIRCUT

I'm gonna scream without the s

OUGH. I DON'T LIKE IT HERE.

Hey what's with the water imagery--

Penetration huh :^)

NOT THE FUCKING BEACH AGAIN

I DON'T LIKE IT HERE!!!!!!!!!!

An even sexier Bastion?

LMAO OLD MAN NAP TIME

AAAAAA. ACK. AAAAAAAA. NONONONONONNONONO. BRO I CANNOT DO THE NO MEMORIES SCHTICK AGAIN.

"We must not lose him" CKSKCKEISICKSKCKEKSKCKWKEKDKXKKSKE

Oh ok this is the moon

IM GONNA FUCKING AJCJWJCJSJDJJSW. HEY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS DARK WATERS METAPHOR

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ;UUUUUU; HE WAS ALONE

bro just take me out with a sledgehammer I'll fucking sob

SHRIEKING!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP

spontaneously bursts into tears

WHERE ARE MY OLD MEN

THAT TINY LIL SMILE

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH BUDDY

huh

eh

WHERE IS MY OLD MAN!!!!!!!!!!

HAHA WHAT IS THIS

OKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOK

I have no idea what's actually going on but it's fine

BIG W FOR MAGNETO FANS HE LIVES

#leigh's magneto hours #if youre asking 'leigh are you ok' the answer is no

[r00kaline]

How Overwatch Characters Would Text You "Are you free?"

In these headcannons, for them, you're a teammate.

Tanks:

-D.va: "Heeeyyy, are you busy???" (Not dry, but not overly hyped up)

-Reinhardt: "Greetings y/n, got some time on you?" (His typical)

-Winston: "Good day/evening/afternoon y/n, are you available?" (With good grammar)

-Junker Queen: "Oi, ye got time?" (Slang ass mf)

-Mauga: "Heyy, did you manage to miss me yet?" (Cocky with himself)

-Doomfist: "Are you busy." (Not even a question mark, but a period)

-Roadhog: "I'm free right now." (Fully expects you to be free too)

-Wrecking Ball: "Hello, are you preoccupied per chance with anything important at the moment?" (So much grammar yet still looks wrong)

-Orisa: "Y/N, are you busy at the moment?" (polite girl, with good grammar)

-Ramattra: "Are you able to make time right now." (Not even a question mark)

-Sigma: "Care to spare me some time?" (Polite, but weird a little bit)

-Zarya: "привет, you busy?" (Russian hello, and then English, she mixes both together)

Attackers:

-Ashe: "What's good? Got a minute?" (Kind of rude, but doesn't mean it)

-Cassidy: "Hey Y/N, you got some time on you?" (Polite boy)

-Echo: "Hello, are you available right now? It's alright if you aren't." (Sweet girl, good grammar, and polite)

-Junkrat: "HEYYYYHVUY MATTTE< YOU BUSY:?" (Shit ton of mistakes, but he's just hyped up)

-Reaper: "U free?" (Typical for my boy)

-Sombra: "Hey Cariño, I see you're available, can I pop in?" (Has her ways of figuring out if you are free or not)

-Tracer: "Hey love! Are you busy right now :D?" (Very nice, and actually pretty nice grammar too)

-Bastion: Doesn't have a phone so he just goes to see you and asks.

-Genji: "Y/N, do you want to hang out?" (As always polite, very)

-Mei: "HEY! Are you free👀??" (Emojis, it's probably the most common one she uses)

-Sojourn: "Hey Y/C/S, are you overly busy right now?" (Uses your call sign)

-Symmetra: "Helo, busy rn?" (Some unintentional spelling mistakes)

-Widowmaker: "Can you make time right now?" (Demanding, but polite about it at the same time)

-Hanzo: "Busy right now?" (Dry, but subtle texter)

-Pharah: "Hey, wanna meet up rn?" (Straight to the point)

-Soldier 76: "When are you free?" (Instead asks the time you are free, not if you are)

Torbjorn: "Hey kiddo, do you have time right now?" (Sweet older man)

-Venture: "Hey preciosa😍 Got some time for mee??😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️" (Emojis that make no sense, but they're precious)

Supports:

-Ana: "Hey dear, are you free" (Sweet momma)

-Baptiste: "Heyo, got time .>.???" (Lots and lots of question marks)

-Brigitte: "Heyy, wanna meet w/ me?? I'm bored :/" (Symbol emojis)

-Illari: "Busy atm??" (Dry texter)

-Kiriko: "Yooo, can you make sum time f/me?" (A lot of abbreviations on texts)

-Lifeweaver: "Lovely day to see each other, isn't it?" (Hinting directly to the point, hard to miss)

-Lúcio: "Ayo whats poppin, got some time on ya for me??" (Basically his regular speech but in text form)

-Mercy: "Y/N/C, are you available for me😺?" (Cat emojis at all times)

-Moira: "Care to join me in my lab for a little bit?" (You would mainly meet in her lab until she or you decide on what to do)

-Zenyatta: "Hello, I'm texting you to ask if you are available for me right now? It's alright if you aren't." (Good grammar, but too damn formal)

Give me requests in the comments, I genuinely do not know what to post.

#overwatch #headcannons #headcanon #overwatch2

[lil-space-king]

King Amethar of House Rocks, first of his name, sovereign ruler of Candia and the Sugar Lands, Duke of Cookieshire, Protector of the Realm and Defender of the Faith, Bannerman of the Battle of Gumdrop Pass and Hero of Frosting Valley, the Unfallen - and also some pokemon

Bastiodon - Had to give Amethar some good tanks and Bastiodon is great, perfect for the Unfallen. But also, it's bastion, like a castle? Perfect for a king.

Bouffalant - Another tank, can soak up those hard hits without going down, can rage which makes sense for a barbarian, and just like Amethar strikes me as hard-headed but lovable.

Braviary (Hisuian) - Brave, prideful, hard-headed, loyal, fights till it goes down. The hisuian form is known as the 'war cry' pokemon which works for the war guy. and it can cause 'shock waves' and for a storm herald barbarian that seems fitting.

Kingambit - A king for a king. Evolves from defeating other pokemon in battle. and straight from bulbapedia, "Flawed at devising complex strategies, but is still extremely powerful"

Slurpuff - This one doesn't have anything to do w/ Amethar himself, but moreso the kingdom he rules. It feels like a good rep for the citizens of candia, those sweet lovable goofs like the ice cream guy.

Trevenant - What a huge angry fucket, ready to hand out a fucking ass whooping to anyone who crosses it or those dear to it heart. Exactly like Amethar, ready to kill anyone who has harmed his family (read: calroy)

#amethar rocks #dimension 20 #a crown of candy #pokemon #bastiodon #bouffalant #hisuian braviary #kingambit #slurpuff #trevenant

[goodcopbadcop]

do u have any headcanons for why bad cop didnt appear in the second movie . there was probably a reason but do u have any headcanons for it .....

YES I DO

As the sudden arrival of General Sweet Mayhem and then the prompt kidnapping of most of Apocalypseburg’s remaining heroes put the entire community in shock, GCBC DID consider going out to rescue them, but stopped themself when they saw that the only other person willing to risk their life to venture into space was….. Emmet.

Not to discredit Emmet and his achievements in saving their realm and even befriending Lord Business, GCBC still feels like they’re on shaky ground in terms of developing a mutual relationship. They have some slight internalized shame of being on the ‘bad’ side, and still feel like they’re slightly shunned by EVERYONE, and still thinks that Emmet and his friends aren’t fully trusting of him. They don’t want to even be ‘good’ friends with Emmet, but they at least respect his presence and doesn’t mind helping him when they’re both exploring around the outer ruins of the city, every once in awhile.

Still, the idea of being stuck with him on a tiny spaceship in the endless void of space, under the constant looming threat of the Duplos, in which they are usually powerless against…… yeah no GCBC will absolutely NOT stomach that.

Ironically, they didn’t really mind Emmet’s supposed ‘immaturity’, as GCBC sees his jovial positivity as a good personality trait, and having some sort of light within the gloomy atmosphere of their ruined society isn’t that bad at all. Granted, GCBC kept this opinion to themself, not wanting to appear as ‘weak’, as being so happy-go-lucky was now severely looked down upon.

Plus, if Emmet AKA their real last ‘hero’ in Apocalypseburg, was to leave on this perilous journey, who will be left to protect the ruins of a once great city? It has already been lowkey confirmed in the “Welcome to Apocalypseburg!” set that GCBC STILL WORKS AS A ENFORCEMENT FIGURE, with him actively maintaining a jail and even posting up bounty posters for some criminals. Crime still seems to be a issue, especially considering how Apocalypseburg is literally just inspired by Mad Max’s worldbuilding, crime probably is at a all-time high 🤷‍♀️ Robbery probably is the most prevalent issue, as everyone now tries to fight over what bricks and other miscellaneous pieces they can find to try to just LIVE.

His pride in being essentially the only remaining working officer in Apocalypseburg, acting as the last bastion of a ‘normal peace keeper’, has simply gotten to his head. Leaving everything behind on what may have been a suicide mission in order to help some people in which they believed didn’t even see him as a equal, deterred him completely. (Well, Benny did treat him better than the others…..)

As the story goes on, GCBC could only look on in horror as Armamageddon occured, as they genuinely felt so helpless as their entire realm literally CRUMBLED into a storage bin. After this event, GCBC does now feels some DEEP regret that he didn’t accompany Emmet on his journey, sincerely believing that if they joined him, perhaps Armamageddon could have been avoided in the first place or that he could have diplomatically worked out a peace treaty with Queen Watevra Wa'Nabi (or straight up kill her, he has already enough blood on their hands)

He is however 100% oblivious as how to this was fate, and Emmet had to go alone in order to create the paradox which gave way to Rex’s existence, which in the long run will cause both Apocalypseburg and the Systar System to peacefully merge together 🥲 GCBC really cannot get a W at any moment in their entire existence, he is the most fucked character in all of the TLM series lol

#THANK YOU FOR SENDING A ASK IN!!! it’s been literal ages since I’ve written something like this! #gcbc #the lego movie #🪑

[trainingdummyrabbit]

Tell us about The Guys what's their dynamic like

ok thats kind of on me for starting with the hardest character dynamic first

so. cocoa and luci. they're both characters that, narratively, are barely expected to be characters at all. let me explain. im entering unskippable cutscene mode. sorry <333

luci takes the role of the silly lil ai assistant... kinda. shes not supposed to be. shes Supposed to be just a basic guide/support mechanic, but she sure. Isn't. it was an accident. dont worry about it. nobody else did.

cocoa is cocoa. she wasn't always cocoa, but now she's all there is. easypeasy ^w^ she's like if an npc was a person, mostly. she just kinda stands or wanders around until shes needed, rarely speaks beyond basic preset responses, she just goes here :] shes just a silly lil thang, kinda confused but got the spirit, etc. And Also She Happens To Be The Highest Ranked Agent Here. dont worry about it. nobody else did.

they also happen to be, most likely, the two characters to change the most across the entire throughline. with like one exception, maybe. which is what makes this hard. im not going to waffle about too long, dont worry. probably. ill try.

so for a while it seems like...

...aka they dont seem to notice each other much at all. and it stays that way for pretty much the entire throughline! bbbecause everyones too busy running about to worry about The PA Voice and Their Shockingly Chill Coworker. unfortunately, The Problems.

see, they're both burying the lead. Hard.

because luci is The problem. Capital. as something that Super isnt supposed to be conscious (let alone alive,) she has a Lot of shit to figure out. and a Lot of issues. it takes a while for her to figure out her bearings (no thanks to everyone else, who was too busy squabbling about a "data compromise" and ""trying to find a new manager"". eyeroll.) but more or less, she's decided:

1) humans are fucking annoying. they worry about so much mess, care about all the wrong stuff, and insist on shoving it on other people. unfortunately, they're also deeply entertaining. theres 100% a superiority complex going on there. 2) she has Got to become something else. she wants something. deeply and desperately. its just... well, she's still figuring out what that is.

luci, as a character, is obsessed with Character and Relevancy. the deepest throes of passion and hatred, desire and purpose. to know for certain what your place is. (this doesnt say anything about her.) those that burn brightly like that never seem to die. not truly. (this says absolutely nothing about her.) to become a single, unshakable, irreplaceable star. (this means absolutely nothing about anything to her.)

and one of those things that grabbed her attention the most was that of abnormalities. irreplaceable, undying, bastions of Meaning. That was what it was. unfortunately, as Emotion isnt one of the things that she's inherently built with, it becomes a bit of an issue.

thus begs the question: how do you bring out that spark in something? and well, that's not a question she has the information to answer. however, if theres one thing shes good at, its Fucking Around And Finding Out ! and well, if there's some collateral damage or casualties about it, well. oops. not like they ever cared about death and the like here before. soooo whatever ^w^

and well, she has to practice her ominous dialogue with Someone who won't rat her out, soooo...

cocoa, on the other hand, is... well, she's different, for sure. that wasnt always her name, for one. or i guess, it always was. if i tried to explain her entire deal id be here another 10 paragraphs or so, but to make a long story short... living under the specific pressure that the city pushes onto its residents is taken better for some than others. cocoa is not one of these. the constant pressure of needing to provide and prove your worth to forces beyond your control put a ridiculous amount of strain on her, and even still, it could decide to snuff you out without a moments notice on a whim. and well, there's little you can do when you're someone like her.

its something she tried to bottle up for a long, long time. unfortunately, making it into Lcorp did not, in fact, help with this At All. and all of that dread and paranoia, the misguided self loathing, and the sheer inescapability of it all... well, of course she snapped. it wasn't anything loud, bombastic. just quiet. quietly, whoever it was that she used to be had vanished in an instant, snuffed by her own hand, before anything else could get the chance to do it first. and what remained was cocoa! a name to an absence. more Function than Person, she simply... became what was needed of her. and nothing more. and unfortunately, with how everything else was... this change slipped completely under the radar. for all except for one witness.

it doesnt mean anything to her. (it cant mean anything to her. not yet.)

all of that happens before the story even begins.

unfortunately, a superiority complex + the inability to process your own flaws + being allowed to be in control completely unchecked for an extended period of time allows luci to. spiral. to put it bluntly.

it becomes a horrible little race to figure out what exactly is going on before too many people end up dying in horrible ways. luci simply watches them run in circles like little mice. by the time they manage to scramble together enough to confront her, its a tiny group of maybe 4 against luci... and also cocoa. who, in trying to avoid thinking too hard about the meddling that luci was doing and the holes poked in her persona by the rest of the cast over time, has once again completely shut off in favor of simply doing whatever was asked of her. and well, luci was technically the one who had the authority to be dealing out directions, so... well. not gonna think about it too hard. shes had to suppress other agents before, so...

this, ultimately, becomes where cocoa's arc comes to a head. as stable as she seemed, turns out she was constantly teetering on a very dangerous edge. that edge between allowing outside influence, the bravery and will to push, to face uncertainty and risk... and erasing yourself entirely, forgoing the harms of failure and performance in favor of becoming something more akin to a tool, unable to perceive, but also unable to be hurt.

luci believes she knows cocoa. she's seen the depths of her-- she thinks-- has seen the dissatisfaction, the fear, the rage, the desire to reach and tear what she wants from anyone she can reach. for just a brief moment, she'd seen all of it, just before cocoa became... cocoa. and she sees herself in that. sympathy was not something that was afforded to her. it was not in her capability to feel that attachment. (it doesnt mean anything to her.) they were the same, werent they? held back by things out of their control. (it means absolutely nothing to her.) so it would be a kindness-- no, an act of pity, to grant this one the ability to truly Feel that, to Understand the self in its entirety. grant her that freedom. (it means absolutely nothing about anything to her.)

but to cocoa... this was just another will overriding her own. the reason something snapped-- she wanted to do good. to be good. but this world does not allow it. shes angry, yes. more than anything. but shes angry because of her own perceived uselessness. more than anything, she's exhausted. that buildup of anger and resentment-- it was something she desperately didn't want to inflict on others. so instead, she turned those teeth inward, and tore herself out for the crime of feeling. she doesnt want to act. she doesnt want to run. she doesnt want to be anything. she just wants to rest.

luci, insistent on her correctness but inherently oblivious, convinced she is giving a gift to someone she has done nothing but harm. and cocoa, afraid to let down the veneer of distance, to allow herself to want and hope-- afraid to take on the responsibility of being a Person again. but these two werent the only players in the game.

and well. cocoa makes her decision.

#piktalk #pikocs #projmoon #LONG ASS POST OK <333 they drive me fuckig insane ok 👍 #anyway originally luci didnt feel much of anything towards cocoa other than the opportunist instinct #but she just. Decided. that she really liked this one. about as much as she could. and well. ok. Ok! Sure! Okay!!!!!! #given the time she couldve genuinely come to care about her i think. or smthn synonymous. unfortunately; the god complex. #and the unable to process emotions thing. and the inability to listen. and the hardcore projection. and-- . #cocoa never really Cared about her. she simply did her job. it took until well near the end for her to start getting annoyed tbh #she just. represses everything so goddamn hard she doesnt. notice. luci crossed Way Too Many Lines though-- #--it was what pushed her into starting to try again. kind of. it was a final; desperate 'this cant be all there is.' #luci honestly barely even processes she's Particularly upset about it-- its. its a long ass story ok. she is so much All The Time. ok 👍 #anyway luci is kind of me taking some of angela's thematics and shaking them around violently until some new freak came of it #and cocoa is cocoa. Shes Cocoa !

[talentforlying]

❛ 𝚜𝚘. 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂. 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗? i wonder what you were after when you got into the game — something specific that you think is worth taking risks for. maybe you don't remember. 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨. ❜

𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙻𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶. ind., selective, comics-based 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘, occult detective & con man, from vertigo's hellblazer / sandman / dc's swamp thing. canon-skeptical w/ heavy headcanon influence. 18+ as triggering themes & adult content will be present; please read rules. beloathed by oxly, 25, they/them, PST. ( est. 2014, revisited 2023. ) temporarily reduced activity.

tastes like: web upon web of lies, hubris, bad decisions, unreliable narrator, aces up your sleeve, working class rage, spitting at punk shows, biting the hand that feeds, outliving your friends, last bastions of queer counterculture, unlearning the lessons of your father, stolen moments of peace, poking loopholes in cosmic plans, picking fights you can't win, doing the right thing even when it's killing you, poisoning everything you touch.

❛ — but I'll tell you something for free: at rock bottom, it's always about the same thing. it's always about entropy. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝. the moving finger writes, and what it writes is 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓. ❜

♠ RULES. ♠ ABOUT. ♠ VERSES. ♠ PLAYLIST. ♠ AESTHETIC. ♠

#( ooc. ) OUT OF CIGS. #pinned. #dni.

[photo-snap-stories]

PL:

Zamek Krzyżtopór (część 1)

Stanowi zwartą bryłę ruin, która obejmuje dokładnie pałac, oficyny oraz bastionowe pięcioboczne fortyfikacje. Całość zajmuje powierzchnię około 1,3 ha. Umiejscowienie zamku niewątpliwie nie jest przypadkowe, gdyż w podziemiach bije źródło wody, dokładniej pod ośmioboczną wierzą, a co więcej, według legend, w podziemiach zamku ukryte jest także tajemne wejście do tunelu, który miałby łączyć go z zamkiem w Ossolinie, położonym około 20 km dalej. Oba te zamki należały do rodziny Ossolińskich. Fundatorem zamku był Krzysztof Ossoliński.

Niezwykle ciekawe jest, iż na rozplanowanie budowli oraz cały układ przestrzenny budynku pałacowego najprawdopodobniej duży wpływ miały tajemnicze symbole, astrologia i magia liczb. Pałac miał na przykład według tradycji zawierać w sobie zgodnie z układem pór roku, miesięcy, tygodni oraz dni w roku kalendarzowym: 4 baszty, 12 sal, 52 komnaty oraz 365 okien.

EN:

Krzyżtopór Castle, Poland (part 1)

The castle ruins include a palace, outbuildings and five-sided bastion fortifications. They cover an area of approximately 1.3 ha. The location of the castle is undoubtedly not accidental, because there is a water spring in the basement, more precisely under the octagonal tower, and what is more, according to legends, in the castle's basement there is also a secret entrance to a tunnel that would connect it with the castle in Ossolin, located about 20 km away. Both of these castles belonged to the Ossoliński family. The founder of the castle was Krzysztof Ossoliński.

It is extremely interesting that the layout of the building and the entire spatial arrangement of the palace building were most likely greatly influenced by mysterious symbols, astrology and the magic of numbers. For example, according to tradition, the palace was supposed to contain, in accordance with the arrangement of seasons, months, weeks and days in the calendar year: 4 towers, 12 halls, 52 chambers and 365 windows.

#zamek #castle #castello #ruiny #ruins #architektura #architecture #krzyżtopór #ujazd #polska #poland

[the-mandela-county-cult]

The Invader

This is merely a one off thing. Don't expect anything more. I'm horny.

Contains horny oviposition alien alt gabriel and stalking. If you don't like that, don't read it. Please. Thanks.

I always try to go as vague and gender neutral as possible when it comes to writing fic, but understand I can only imagine scenarios like this if the reader has a womb and vagina. So. Rip.

Something has been stalking you. Every night for months now as you walk home from work in the dark, the feeling of eyes watching you is a pervasive feeling that twists your guts up in dread. The ominous starless sky oppressive as always.

The feeling typically goes away as soon as you make it home. Your safety The bastion of light and warmth. Perhaps it's just your paranoia. You've been told ever since you were a child to not walk the streets of Mandela alone at night. Alternates were said to roam the streets. You've never seen one. You were sure they were something dreamed up by the older folk to scare children into behaving.

Crack. The sound breaks you from your thoughts. You stop dead in your tracks, in the middle of a side street. Perhaps just a stray cat. You hoped. You prayed.

Something was watching you. It was hard to make out in the dark, but a streetlight some distance away from you was enough to cast a light to outline some of the figure. When it caught your eye, you stared. Dumbly trying to make out what it could be. It wasn't until the light caught white enamel of teeth you put two and two together. That was a person.

The urge to run and throw up hit you, but you were rooted to the spot, trapped helplessly still, staring at the silhouette. You wanted to run, you needed to run, but it was as if this thing had frozen you in place entirely.

It moved.

Into the light it stepped, or. Hovered. It was hard to tell, still dim for some features to not be apparent, but a wide smile you were met with. Uncannily large this figure was, seemingly wearing a dress? Or a robe?

If not for the expression it had, it would have appeared elegant to you.

You stared, transfixed on this being, fear and terror consuming your mind. It came closer. Or. Was it you approaching it? Certainly out of no free will of your own if that were the case. Whatever was happening, it twisted your mind. It was hard to understand exactly what was happening in the moment, it seemed to have full control over you.

A cold, freezing hand reached out to touch your face, cupping your cheek, it's eyes were uncanny with the rest of it. White sclera surrounded a pitch black iris and pupil. It looked down into yours. You hadn't blinked once since you laid eyes on it, and you were sure it hadn't either.

It towered over you, beautiful curls framing its face. It was pretty. It knew it was pretty too. It had you transfixed.

"Pretty little thing. All alone." Its cadence was unnatural. "Easy to snatch up. Easy to rip apart."

The threat should have shot fear into your heart, but its control over you eliminated the fear somehow. Some way.

"Sleep now, little thing." It whispered, and your body followed the command.

Waking up you found yourself in a lavish bed, comfortable, with the same thing hovering inches in front of your face.

It moved back, seemingly content.

"Food?" It offered you, a tray of snacks held out next to you.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

"Somewhere. Nowhere. Doesn't matter anymore. You are mine." The words were certain and cold. "You can call me. Gabriel."

You knew you couldn't put up a fight with this thing. Or maybe that was it's control over you.

"What do you want from me?" You ask it, staring at the food then at him.

"To fill you with my young." It simply stated, abrupt. To the point. "It has been some time. I need a new host to carry my young."

"W-what-"

It came close, staring you down, long cold fingers running across your body.

"I have been watching you. For months. You are the best candidate. I know what you want." It whispers.

You shiver, tilting your head and closing your eyes to break eye contact, but it merely takes you by the chin and makes you look at it again.

"I seek to have you as my host. To fill you with my eggs."

You should have been putting up a fight. But the idea of it... it was alluring. Eggs...

"Does it hurt?" You ask, shivering.

A smile crossed his features. "I will bite you and inject my venom into you. It is a powerful aphrodisiac. You will feel no pain. At all. Only pleasure. "

"P. Please," you found yourself whispering. "Please."

Taking it as consent, his mouth widens, revealing sharp fangs, dripping venom. The bite hurts, making you wince and tears prick in your eyes, only for it to be replaced with heat.

He stays at your neck, making sure you are properly envenomated before pulling away, drool, venom, and your blood dripping over your throat.

A growl has him quick to rip at your clothing, sharp claw like nails tearing into them, eager to reveal your body to him.

Your body heat has him acting unwise. It has been too long since his last lay. He needed you. Now.

Gabriel was pleased with your physique, not skinny. With a nice belly. Yes. You would be a perfect host. He stripped his robe off and your eyes stared at him. He had appeared relatively human from the neck up, but beneath...

He was thin, while his chest had the familiarity of a humans', he lacked nipples. Further down it became. More insectoid like. Where abdominal muscles would be, it was a platelike chitinous tummy, slightly extended, possibly due to the eggs he was carrying. Further down there was a slit where a human males cock would have been. But soon, with a little coaxing from him rutting on you, his member pushed out of it.

It was big. Long and thick, with ridges down it. A fluid bubbled from the tip eagerly. The sight of it should have scared you. But the aphrodisiacs in your system merely made you moan and spread your legs for him.

He let out a chittering sound, as he positioned you into a mating press. Without warning he slammed his dick inside of you.

A moan erupted from you, and a satisfied hiss from Gabriel. You expected him to thrust. But he never did. Instead he leaned over you and bit you again, flooding you with more chemicals that made your body ache with desire and pleasure.

What movement he did make, seemed to be entirely him pushing his dick in further. Growling at your neck, he seemed relentless, adjusting you until you felt a pop, and a satisfied hiss from him.

It should have hurt when he breached your cervix, but the venom in your system made you orgasm for the first time, gushing all around him, squeezing him tight inside of you.

And now. The fun part.

You felt it as his cock? No. It was an ovipositor. Clearly, that's what its function was. His ovipositor stretched your opening as the first egg made its way from inside of him, you squirming as you felt it move inside of his ovipositior, stretching your walls deliciously. And when it slipped out of him to be deposited into your womb? You let out a loud moan, clinging to him hungrily.

You never imagined such pleasure like this before, not beyond your wildest dreams.

It was a slow process, each egg felt so good, you lost how many times you came to the feeling of it all, desperate and whining for more. Gabriel himself had not moved from your neck, panting and hissing and clicking and making such strange non human noises, drooling all over you, feral from the feeling of finally getting to fill someone up.

You lost track of time, but it must have been hours before the last egg slipped out of him. He grunted, raising himself but not removing himself from you, thrusting in even deeper if it were possible. You looked down at your tummy in your high delirious pleasured mind, you looked pregnant. Filled with eggs. He let out a moan, and what you could assume was him releasing a fluid inside of you, stretching you out more.

Everything felt so good. It felt so right. This was your purpose. To receive Gabriel's young. After some time, he finally pulled out of you, making you moan and miss the feeling of his ovipositor deep inside, but the belly remained.

He was panting, hissing. And. Purring? He laid down beside you, feeling cuddly as he spooned you close. Possibly hormones making him this way.

"You will carry them for 2 months," he purred, stroking your swollen abdomen. "Any discomfort you feel will be them growing inside of you. I've been told by my former hosts that it feels even better laying them then receiving them." He was making sweet noises as he rubbed your tummy, seemingly a mothering instinct. It was. Cute.

You couldn't wait to see if those former hosts of his were right.

#my writing #shut the fuck up mysterious #LMAO. ME WRITING SOMETHING NO WAY #nsft #VERY NSFT