#Static Finder

[brattygrymblade]

Do you like shitposting while being chill with a bunch of friendly folk while attempting hard content?

Our static is looking for a MELEE NON-MONK DPS to step in full time on NA servers.

Come enjoy as we make each other cry in laughter from antics such as the tank 360 No-Scoping the DPS, or accidentally pulling while the dancer was AFK. Or how about raising each other in poison puddles?

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Our motto is: Don't worry about it!

[lesbianneopolitan]

riiiight, today there's a Live Letter for FFXIV of the next patch AND the Valentine's event is up already, so I gotta do iiiiiiiiit

[astralflows]

i took the screenshot at the wrong time klshsfskd but perfect legend!!!

[leashybebes]

seventeen, or forty, or nine! :^)

here is number 9 - bookstore AU. went for more of a meetcute vibe than either of them working in a bookshop but *handwave*

Buck's tried three book stores, two of which got him blank looks, and one an apology about being out of stock and an offer to order in. Karen's birthday drinks are tomorrow night, so that's a bust. He's already got her actual gift, but he saw the book title in a list of queer non-fiction recommendations that he was browsing the other night for…reasons he's kind of feeling his way around the edges of, and it jumped out at him immediately. The reviews are kinda mixed, but the title is too good to pass up, and he knows Karen will get a kick out of it even if she doesn't wind up loving the book itself.

His final stop is Skylight Books in Los Feliz and in the crowded shop, with shelves of all heights and at all angles, it takes him a second to find the queer section mainly because - as he belatedly realises, a big, bulky guy is blocking the sign as he stands with his arms folded, scanning the shelves. Buck ducks towards it, sees the title of the book, a single copy whose cover proudly proclaims Moby Dyke: An Obsessive Quest to Track Down the Last Remaining Lesbian Bars in America. And then the title is obscured when the guy reaches out his big hand and scoops it up, and Buck blurts, "Wait, wait, no!"

The guy looks at him, eyebrows up, dark blue eyes a picture of puzzlement and Buck's reasons for scanning those lists of queer literature and movies and history crystallise sharply. He's gorgeous. He's so tall and so broad and his eyes are so pretty and his jaw is so stubbly and strong and Buck wants to taste it. He also really, really wants that book.

"Hi," Buck says breathlessly. "I'm really sorry, but I need that book."

The guy glances down to the book, back up to Buck.

"I hate to pull playground rules, but finders keepers, man."

"No, wait, you don't understand, it's a birthday present."

"Same," the guy says, starting to step around Buck and towards the checkout. Buck's heart sinks at the imminent disappearance of both the book and the guy.

"No, no, c'mon, the birthday drinks are tomorrow, you've got time to find another copy, right?"

"That's a coincidence," the guy says. "My friend's birthday drinks are also tomorrow. Sorry."

"No, wait, like - look, I saw the book on this list of like - interesting queer non-fiction, and uh, my friend - well, my friend's wife originally, but my friend too now, she's so cool and so interesting and I think I gotta ask her questions about like. Being queer. So this would be a really great segue into talking to her about how I'm like…ninety percent sure I'm bisexual - " Some reflex takes over and Buck does a quick up and down glance of the guy's body. " - ninety nine percent sure, okay, so like. You gotta help me out, man."

The guy blinks, something amused in the small curve of his lips. "No dice, buddy. No one gave me a coming out book shield, so. You'll do fine."

"Aw, c'mon, please! Karen's so cool, and I - "

"Wait, Karen Wilson?"

Buck blinks. "Uh. Yeah? What the hell?"

"I used to work with Hen."

Buck's head is filled with static, running through a mental rolodex of people Hen or Chim have ever mentioned as predating him at the 118. There's always the chance this guy is a pharmaceutical rep, but he definitely has more of a firefighter's build. 

"I work with Hen right now!" Buck says.

The guy looks him up and down, tilts his head. "Wait. Are you the - the disaster magnet probie?"

"Yes!" Buck says, way more pleased than he should be. "I mean, not anymore, I haven't been a probie in years, but uh. That's me! Evan Buckley!"

"Tommy," the guy says, and holds out the book. "Going on what I know, there's a non-zero chance the store collapses in on us if you don't get your way, so. Here you go. Good luck with the bisexuality."

"It, uh - it could be a joint present?" Buck suggests, his mouth taking over. 

Tommy's eyebrows go up again. "Little early for that, isn't it?"

"Get coffee with me, then," Buck offers, his heart in his mouth. He's asking out a guy. He's asking out the hottest guy he's ever seen. He's asking out the hottest guy he's ever seen and if he crashes and burns he's going to have to see him tomorrow at Karen's birthday drinks and - 

"Sure," Tommy says, half-smirk broadening into a smile that lights up his whole face. "I'd like that, Evan."

[bwskj]

Keeping You Safe…

leon kennedy x reader r18 smut:

synopsis | leon kennedy, a government agent ordered to rescue you, keeps you safe while waiting for the storm to die down in an old abandoned cottage.

tags l backstory, rough, intimacy, cream🥧, soft

word count: 6763

fic is mine alone, no repost~

—— enjoy! ——

The sky is dark and thunder echoes from high above. With hands over your ears, you follow the steps of the agent who was sent to rescue you. You feel your body jolt every time he shoots or knifes one of the monsters along the way. Uneasy, you take a look behind you; thankfully, there’s nothing and nobody there.

The sound of static pulls you back to face ahead of you. Leon is holding a talking device close to one side of his face. “Yea, like I have any other choice. I’ll give you an update when I find one.” There’s a pause while the person on the other end replies. No matter how hard you try to pick out the sound, the strong wind and rustle of leaves overpower the caller’s voice. “I’ve been doing this job for years. You don’t have to tell me again… Copy that. Condor one out.”

Though shivering and slightly numb, you muster up some strength to close the small distance between you and Leon. “What’s happening?”, you ask.

“Chopper can’t land because of the incoming storm. We’ve gotta find some place to stay and wait. Come on, just stay close behind for now.”

Your stomach twists when you hear this. How long do you have to endure this?! How long do you have to be afraid? You watch as Leon carefully treads the path, hands gripping around his revolver, ready for any enemy. It surely is going to rain soon, you think, as you look up at the sky which seems even darker now than earlier.

Luckily, as the both of you slowly make your way down the path, there aren’t as many monsters needed to be dealt with. Most of them were found alone so Leon was able to easily sneak up behind them and stab them in the throat. Soon enough, your sights stumbled upon an old wooden and stone cottage. For a second, you feel relief. You’ve been running away from the monsters for a long while. You’ll finally be able to get some rest—try to, at least.

Leon tells you to stand still, and so you do, arms now wrapped around yourself. You watch as he goes around the house, checking to make sure there aren’t any monsters lurking nearby. When he’s done clearing the property, he goes up to the front porch. Once again positioning his handgun, he slowly opens the door to check the inside. The moment Leon’s body vanishes in the house, fear starts to bubble up within you. But it isn’t long until the door opens wider and Leon comes out.

“It’s safe. Come in.” He says, gesturing with a nudge of his head.

You don’t wait a second before you’re making your way up the porch and into the cottage. It’s definitely much warmer in here so you loosen the tight grip you have around yourself. There’s a musty smell to it but it’s probably because of the wet wood. There’s a table, a sofa chair, a chimney, a sink, a bed… everything a human would need to live decently, except there was no more human living in it.

“Make yourself at home,” Leon says, waving over to whatever still exists in the house.

“It’s not your home,” you say.

“Well, finders keepers.”

You sigh, which seems to help warm you up even more. Leon’s making some noises again and when you turn to look, he’s busy rummaging through his things on one of the work benches.

Walking over, you peer from behind him and watch as he starts mixing some ingredients together. “What’s that?” You ask.

“Medicinal herbs,” he replies, “If you mix them they become more potent and effective.”

He stuffs the mixed vials back into storage. Then, he takes some other stuff and starts forging them together. “And that?” You can’t help but ask.

Leon huffs a sigh. You think he might be getting annoyed, but he replies, “I’m making more ammo. In case, they get in here.”

You freeze up and from his peripheral, Leon notices. “And for the journey ahead,” he adds, “Don’t worry. I won’t let them hurt you.”

Unfortunately, his words don’t reassure you. Instead your stomach turns even more, now with a growing guilt. You’re helpless, just a maiden in need of rescuing.

“Do you think, maybe, you can give a me a gun to use?”

“Just keep doing your thing, princess. I don’t want to have to worry about being accidentally shot by the one im protecting.”

You grumble a, ‘im not that stupid’, under your breath but secretly you know Leon’s right to worry about that. And, princess? Really? You’re capable of handling yourself, to some extent. Surely, if only your opponent weren’t flesh eating monsters and cultish mutation-obsessed maniacs.

Leon turns to look at you after setting the ammunition he just made down on the table, “You should go get some rest. I’ll be awake so you can rest easy.”

Your eyes lift to look at his face. You’ve never been directly in front of him like this before. It’s also the first time you ever saw him clearly. You already knew he was a handsome man, just from his build alone, but even his face is good looking. Chiseled jaw, tall nose, and with sharp piercing eyes. Silver, almost overgrown, strands of hair frame the sides, which was probably why you never certainly saw his face. You flinch, spotting the still open gashes and scratches on his face.

“You’re hurt,” you start as your hand reaches up to his face. But Leon grabs your wrist, stopping you from going any further.

“I’m fine. I’ll be healed sooner than you think.” He lets go off your arm, but your limb still hangs in the air. Leon brings his attention around the room, looking for something that you can rest on. Again, you watch as he searches through drawers and cupboards until he finds a soft piece of cloth—for sleeping or for the table, you’re not sure.

“You can lay on these,” he points to some rice bags in the corner, “and use this to keep yourself warm,” he hands you the cloth he found.

“Thanks,” you manage to say. The cloth in your hands doesn’t feel as dusty as you thought it would. It’s probably because it was kept shut in a cupboard. Might be even better to hide in a cupboard forever rather than face those monsters again, you think.

You walk over to the pile of empty rice sacks in the corner of the room. Those look dusty. You look back over at Leon but he’s back to being busy with his stuff again. As you crouch down and plop yourself onto the floor by the bags, you start to feel the exhaustion truly set in. Your feet and legs burned in soreness. Your shoulders drooped and your eyelids grew heavy. You lay on the sacks and you aren’t even able to fully cover yourself with the cloth before you fall into a deep sleep.

——

The monsters are heading towards you. And that powerful man, floating, he’s coming from the opposite way. And what are those? More of them screeching with what looks like tentacles sprouting from their heads.

You run, run as you fast as your legs can take you. But they are feeling sore and your heart can’t seem to catch up. You have to run, but you can’t breathe well. As you stumble, you take one look at your arm which terrifies you even more to your wits end. Your veins are turning a deathly black. It’s the mold.

“yn!”

Quickly, your head turns. “Leon!” You cry out.

Where is he? Where’s Leon? Your head feels like it’s spinning as you try to look around the fog and the hoards of scary things coming your way. His voice calling out to you echoes in every direction. You can’t find him.

Until you do, and he appears almost entirely consumed by the same mold as the one creeping up your arm. And all of a sudden, the monsters aren’t right behind you. They’re charging straight towards Leon, running right past you with a speed so quick that wind almost knocks you over. You know that he can no longer run.

“Wait, no! Leon!” Your cry is louder, clearly ringing in your ears this time, and your eyes snap awake. Breathing fast and heavy, your hands try to reach for your face but somebody else’s beat you to it. Leon is sitting next to you with a grip on your arm with one hand while the other is muffling out the sound of your voice.

“Hey, hey, shh it’s a dream. It’s a dream.” Your eyes twitch around until it finds the surprisingly soft gaze in Leon’s own pair as he holds you and your face in his hands.

As you quiet down, Leon slowly removes his hand from over your mouth. You start to gasp and hiccup, feeling tears welling in your eyes. “Leon…” you say and you throw your arms around his neck because you thought he had died just seconds ago. “You’re here.” You try to sniffle up your tears because you don’t want them to fall and wet Leon’s shirt.

“Of course, I’m here.” Leon says, pushing past his surprise at your sudden action of skinship. His arms which hung awhile in the air in hesitation, begin to softly pat and rub your back in an attempt to console you.

You hiccup some more, burying your face into Leon’s shoulder. There’s no way his shirt isn’t getting a little damp. His big hands rubbing on your back feel nice, and you can already feel your heart rate calming down.

“Don’t you ever think about yourself?” You mumble against him.

“What are you talking about?”

“In my dream… you were going to die. You had no chance. You were dead.”

You feel his chest rise and fall beneath you. “That’s not gonna happen. It’s my job to keep you safe until I get you home. I can’t do that if I’m dead.”

You pull your teary face away from his shoulder, looking straight into his determined eyes. Your heart skips a beat, you think. “You’re going to stay alive for the sake of this mission.”

“Yes, I don’t plan on failing any of my missions.”

You chew on the inside of your lip and stare at him before saying, “Promise you won’t die. Or get fatally injured. Or injured at all.”

Leon frowns, wondering where the hell these words are coming from. “I can’t promise that. What i can promise is that I’m going to get you home, no matter at what cost.”

This time it’s you who frowns. He can’t seem to stop thinking about fulfilling his mission and keeping you safe. But what about him? How is he faring with all these wounds and having to worry about himself and you at the same time?

Leon notices your stare spacing out so he knows you’re thinking about something. Are you still not reassured? “Try to get some more rest. The rain hasn’t stopped,” he says.

It’s only now you notice the strong pitter

patter of rain outside. The wind blows as equally intense. “I can’t,” you say, because you’re scared the nightmare will happen again and you’re scared that when you wake up, the nightmare would have come true while you were sleeping.

You stare at your hand that is resting close to Leon’s chest, now only realizing how close the two of you are. It’s been a while with the both of you like this and Leon’s hand is still on your back. Does he have no intention of pulling away? Suddenly, your heart feels warm, not only because of Leon’s body heat creeping over to you but because he most definitely cares. He’s intent on keeping you safe.

“Thank you, Leon… for doing all this.” You position your head on his chest this time. Before he could open his mouth to tell you that it’s his job, you continue, “I know my father paid you to do this, but still… it must be difficult.”

You feel him breathe deep again. “You’re welcome,” he says, and you smile softly to yourself.

For a while, the both of you sit still and close. The rain continues to pour outside but you both can hear each other’s breathing. It’s so calming you can almost forget the nightmare you just had. You take a large breath in; Leon smells like dirt—the good kind. You watch, hypnotized, as your finger draws small imaginary circles on Leon’s shirt. When falling out of the trance, you shift your head up to check on how Leon is doing.

He isn’t looking at you or particularly anywhere. His expression is the same cold one he usually wears, but he appears less guarded and distressed. The cuts on his face are still open but he’s wiped off the dried blood and dirt surrounding them. He huffs out another deep sigh. You lightly frown before saying, “Are you comfortable like this?”

Leon’s gaze flicks over to you. You realize you’re so close to him you can even notice the slight twitch at the front of his brow.

He clears his throat, takes his hand off your back, and moves you off him. “Rest. I should get back to keeping watch.”

He pushes himself off the floor leaving you on the ground. Not even a few seconds of him away from you and you feel a shiver run through you. “Wait, don’t go!” You say, grabbing onto his leg because that’s the farthest you could reach. “Did you not like it?”

Facing you, he looks at your hand grasping his pant leg and then back to your concerned face. “I need to stay alert for our safety.”

Your eyes fall to the ground, but you don’t let go of him just yet. You look at his pants and catch sight of his pockets. “Can’t you just keep watch while you’re beside me. You have a gun in your pocket anyways.”

“Gun? I don’t have any with me right now. They’re all on the workbench.”

Huh? You think, and your head snaps up to look at him… then down to his pockets. That is not a… gun?

“I’ll just be by the door,” Leon says and he starts to move to step away. You’re clinging on strong, however, and you try again, “No! Just bring a gun with you here and stay here. Please, I still don’t feel safe being by myself.”

“I will only be a few feet away,” Leon states, like that isn’t obvious.

“Still…” you mumble, “you know what i mean.”

Leon sighs for the nth time and gives you a disapproving stare before saying, “You’re really a princess, aren’t you?”

You open your mouth to argue but Leon tugs his leg away (apparently you weren’t holding strong enough), grabs a rifle gun and revolver from the workbench, and tosses it on the floor beside you. In seconds, he’s back on the ground with his back leaned on the wall. “Better?” He says with those sharp eyes again.

You feel a blush heat up your cheeks. You didn’t think he’d actually give in… and without much argument. You stayed sitting upright, however. You aren’t sure if you could just resume the position the both of you were in earlier. Leon’s squinting out the window on the opposite end of the room. He sure is keeping watch.

Then a shiver runs up your body again. It must be the rain making the air so cold. You take your makeshift blanket and put it around yourself, eyeing Leon as he grabs his weapons and starts pulling some levers and fitting pieces of metal in.

With him busy, you keep on looking. At first, you were locked on the sight of his arms, a vein peeking out whenever he exerts a certain amount of force. But then your eyes wander and it lingers at the thing you saw in his pants. That isn’t a gun, you remind yourself, and you feel a little bit of warmth wave over you for a second. It’s huge… or is it because he’s wearing tight pants. Something faintly pulses inside you and you bite on your cheek, knowing what it means.

You shiver again. The cold isn’t being fought off. You press your hands together, trying to eliminate the chill in your fingers.

Leon, noticing this, says, “Are you okay?” There he goes being concerned again.

“Yea, just…” your words trail off as Leon puts down his weapons and reaches for your arm under the cloth. His fingers run up and down your arm as he inspects for any sign of mold. You blush as his fingertips tingle on your skin. His hands are quite big too, probably almost twice as big as yours.

He looks up at your face. “Do you feel sick? You’re face is red,” his hand moves to check the temperature on your face. It’s warm alright. He takes your chin and moves your head up and around.

“What are you doing?” You say, finding it a bit too hard to keep a calm composure.

“Just checking,” He says.

He won’t seem to stop pushing your face in different directions, checking on and behind your neck, so you grab to stop his arm.

Something twitches on his face in what seems like surprise. “You’re cold,” he says, and he in turn takes your hand off his arm. He encloses both your hands around his, and almost immediately it warms your fingers up.

How is he so warm? He doesn’t even have a jacket on. “Don’t want you getting hypothermia,” he says, and you feel like scoffing. Great, another way you could die.

Just as he says this, you shiver for the third time, and you wonder if he noticed. Even if he did, he doesn’t say anything and sits still holding your hands in his. A shiver for the fourth time comes by, then, all of a sudden, Leon lets go, and he puts his arm around you to pull you close to him.

“Leon!” You exclaim in surprise.

“Just stay still if you want to warm up,” he says. With one hand wrapped around you rubbing heat, he fixes your blanket, making sure it’s covering you well, over your head, shoulders, and half your face. When he’s done, you’re snuggled up under the cloth and in Leon’s arms. For the first time in a while, you’re so comfortable.

Like this, you feel even more grateful for Leon. It’s like every part of you is warm now: your heart, your face, and your body. Leon’s still soothing you when he asks, “How is this?”

“Better,” you mumble into the cloth hovering over your mouth.

Leon sighs, and you think it sounds like one of relief. This would be the perfect time to fall asleep again, but for some reason your eyes won’t stay closed. Looking off in front of you, your sight is directed towards the floor, and how conveniently (lol) at Leon’s crotch. Is it just you or did it grow even bigger?

After a while more of staring, you come to the assumption that he is… hard. No man just exists with that big of a…

Leon clears his throat, causing u to jolt a little. You shift your head to look up at him. You seem to be looking up at him a lot of the time. The blanket on your head falls out of place.

You make eye contact, but you can’t tell what Leon is thinking. The both of you hold your gaze until it’s been too long and a tension snaps you both out of it. Your eyes fall back down, and you think… maybe, if he would like…

“Leon,” you say, and your hand thats all warmed up peeks out of the cover of your blanket. It hovers lightly somewhere on Leon’s chest. “Could I, maybe, show you how thankful I am?” Your finger lands on his chest, and slowly, cautiously, you start tracing a random path down his torso. His stomach softly rises and falls.

You don’t dare to look up to see Leon’s reaction just yet. But surely he knows what you mean, right? And you know he can stop you if he doesn’t want this.

“Show me?” You hear his voice, low, almost like he’s hesitant to speak.

You get to the end of his shirt, your fingers lightly picking at his belt. The bulge in his pants is only inches away from your touch. Your heart beat is speeding up with every second that passes in which Leon hasn’t pushed you away.

Mustering up courage, you pull your face up to meet his eyes again. Leon is staring back, and you try desperately to tell him what you mean with your own. You notice Leon shift his jaw, exhaling a breath through parted lips. You bite down on your lower lip as you start to feel that pulse again. He still isn’t moving away.

It’s now or never. You push yourself up with the hand on Leon’s belt, and it doesn’t take more than a second for you to lean in and put your lips on his. Your nerves freaking out at what you just did almost makes you yourself pull away but then Leon presses his mouth willingly onto yours and kisses you back.

He’s found a hold on your lower back as the two of you are kissing, the pulse inside growing stronger when you sense Leon’s obvious desire for your lips. His breaths in between every kiss is causing an electric feeling to run across your skin. It’s exciting you more that it really should. Well, this all shouldn’t be happening in the first place, but how can you stop yourself now.

Like Leon magically heard your thoughts, he pulls himself away. You guess it’s because he’s thinking exactly about that. “This,” his chest rises and falls quick as he tries to catch his breath, “We shouldn’t be… your father is not going to like this—“

“Of course he won’t,” you quickly say, “But why would we even tell him.” You don’t want to make it out to be but you’re desperate to feel him again.

“You’re my client.” He says with a frown. Who is he trying to convince?

“No, my dad is your client,” You reply, “I’m… I’m the one you’re trying to keep safe.” You go to hold his face in your hands, meanwhile his stare is still unsure, so you say, “And I need you to make me feel safe… right now.”

You can feel his hand scratching lightly on your back. With the way he was kissing you, he must want this as much as you do.

“You feel unsafe,” he asks but it sounds like a statement.

“Very…” you almost whisper as you slowly lean back in. His hand on your back squeezes you lightly. “So kiss me”

There’s a spark in his eyes before he does, closing the gap in between both your lips. This time his kiss is stronger, as if he doesn’t wish to think about anything else anymore. He pulls you in even closer and his hands feeling you up brings a good shiver up your spine. As the both of you move to respond to one another’s lips, the blanket becomes a bother so Leon rips it away. Your skin is now only separated with the cloth of your fitted blouse.

You try to push yourself closer because he tastes exceptionally good and you want more. When you start to get up on your knees, still kissing him and playing with the hair at the back of his nape, you feel Leon hooking an arm below your thigh to lift you over and on his lap.

“Leon,” you gasp because you’re sitting on him, and you can feel his rock hard dick beneath you.

“Don’t worry,” Leon says as he starts to move his kisses to and under your jawline, “I’ll keep you safe.”

You can’t help but lean your head back so Leon can kiss you even more. Your fingers are intertwined with his silver locks just above his nape. You can’t stop either from starting to shift against him, especially when Leon’s teeth grazes your skin. He knows what he’s doing, you think as you feel yourself flush in warmth, because as aggressive as he was from the start, his touch on you is also gentle and careful.

Leon’s hand slips under the back of your blouse, inching towards the clasp of your bra. It rests on top of it and you anticipate it to come loose, but it doesn’t and you look down at Leon, though all you see is hair.

Thinking he’s wary, you tell him, “You can… take it off.”

That’s all Leon needs to hear and he unclasps your bra with a tug and flick. Cool air seeps onto the skin under your shirt and you don’t even have time to gasp before Leon’s got hold of your breast.

“Ah, Leon,” you say, because Leon’s big hand feels warm and perfect on your cool chest. He squeezes and his mouth on your neck kisses you like he has to make sure he’s got every spot.

You can’t hold back any longer and your intently moving your hips against his big boner. There’s a low growl from Leon and you feel the vibrations of the sound on your skin. He grabs you from behind your neck and puts his lips back on your mouth. When he caresses the surrounding skin around your nipple, a louder moan accidentally slips from your lips. With your mouth opening, Leon takes advantage, trying to kiss deeper and on your tongue.

Noticing that you particularly liked that, Leon continues to play with the center of your breast. You’re breaths grew more ragged the gentler he touched you. When your lips disconnect to take a moment to breathe, you can’t take any more of Leon’s shallow teasing.

Grabbing onto Leon’s wrist under your shirt, you push his hand onto your chest, your nipple sitting in between his 2 longest fingers. “More,” you breath out.

You gasp as Leon listens, touching you there more purposely. Your back straightens as you try to push your chest closer to his hand while your clothed cunt still rubs on his erection. With eyes closed, pleasure courses through your whole body and you can already feel yourself dripping wet in your pants. You want to get them off.

You open your eyes, and look at Leon. His gaze is locked on you while you breathe heavily and rock back and forth on him. Somehow, him looking at you like this made you feel even better, and even when you close your mouth, you can barely stop the moans from sounding out.

“Ha..” Leon exhales, his hand that found it’s way to your waist squeezes the side of your stomach. You only notice now how his own breathing is rough too. He’s definitely feeling good.

“Leon,” you call his name again because just saying it alone feels amazing.

“yn.” hearing your name in that breathy voice of his makes your stomach flip. You feel Leon put pressure on your waist, likely trying to bring you closer to his dick. This is enough to drive you crazy.

“Leon, I can’t,” you say, “I need…” you don’t know how to say it.

“What yn?” Leon lightly puts his face in your neck again. You feel him breathe you in.

“I… I need you inside me,” hearing yourself actually say it out loud felt insane.

Leon exhales, “Take this off?” He runs his finger in between the rim of your pants and your soft tummy skin.

“Mm,” you move to work quickly with your zipper but you can’t get the button out. Leon helps you with that and you kneel up a bit to get your pants off.

“Is it cold?” Leon says as you sit back down, his big hands running over your exposed thighs.

“No, it’s okay.” You kiss him before he could worry even more.

Leon gladly reciprocates, trying to get his tongue in your mouth again. Leon’s hand on your thigh moves it’s way to your front. He softly circles your clit over your wet panties and you moan, feeling more of your juice spill out.

You grind, this time seeking more pleasure from his hand. “More,” you whisper on his lips.

Leon scoffs as he pulls away to look at you. “Needy, princess.” Surprised, you’re about to say something in retort, but then he slips his hand down your panties and his fingers start touching your bare pussy, and you forget what you want to say.

“You’re so wet,” Leon says under his breath. At this point, you think you might actually go crazy. Your moans start to sound more like needy whimpers the more Leon lingers only outside your pussy lips. You push your cunt down onto his hand and he knows you can’t wait any longer.

Leon is immediately able to put two fingers in. You gasp as it shoots right at your g spot. “Ah fuck,” you let out as Leon starts moving his fingers in a circle inside you. Gripping onto his broad shoulders, you steady yourself as he then pulls his fingers out before pushing it up inside you again. As he finger fucks you like this, you can’t control your moans, and you’re quite out of it that you don’t realize Leon focused on your lewd expressions and subtly rubbing himself outside his pants with his free hand.

The longer he fucks you the more you feel your muscles relaxing, and soon, even clenching against his fingers didn’t make you feel as filled up as you like. Your g spot feels good with every thrust of his fingers but you know you need more.

“Leon,” you ride on his fingers and go to kiss his neck this time. “It’s not enough,” you mumble, because you might be starting to feel shy.

“I need you… inside me,” your hand feels behind you until it meets his hand which has been palming his own boner. The cloth on this part is damp from precum.

Leon, alarmed, pulls you off his neck to look at you. “I… don’t have contraception.”

“I don’t care,” you say, and it’s mostly true. How do you tell him it’s even better for you when it’s raw and pounding inside you? How do you tell him you might be fine with risking it just to know how it feels to have his hard and big dick filling you up.

“This isn’t…” Leon starts, and you know he’s trying so hard to hold back.

“Please,” you say, giving him your most persuasive pair of eyes as you start softly palming his hard on in his pants, “Please fuck me.”

“You always get what you want, don’t you.”

You shyly look away because he’s right, being a daughter of a high official, you’re used to things going your way. You’re not that surprised when Leon starts unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. You blush as you watch him do so underneath you, flushed as red and as excited.

“I’m going to fuck you then since you want it so bad,” he says and he lifts your body up with one hand, surprising you with how easily he does so, before slipping your panty to the side and positioning his raw cock right at your entrance.

You don’t have time to say anything as he helps you fit his cock inside. You can only gasp and shake when you realize the size and length of what was about to fuck you.

“Fuck,” Leon moans and you say “shit” as well because how the hell does it feel like there’s three fingers inside you. When you push down and his dick hits the end of your pussy, you exclaim and Leon has to put his hand over your mouth again.

“Quiet,” Leon shudders, “They might hear us.”

Suddenly, you remember the reality you are in. You’re not fucking Leon in a safe place. You were just running from mutated monsters hours ago. What would happen if one of them came in here while this was happening? Your heart rate speeds up at the thought, but you can’t keep it there as you get distracted every time Leon’s dick hits deep inside you again.

You continue this slow and steady pace of riding his cock. Just a bit more up and downs and you know you’ll get used to it. You breathe shakily as his thick member stimulates the nerves on your walls.

“You’re squeezing tight,” Leon exhales.

“N-no,” you stutter, “you’re just big.”

“Are you okay?” He asks in between heavy breaths, sweeping a strand of hair away from your face.

You nod, “I’m okay. It… It feels good, Leon.”

Just like you thought, it’s starting to become easier along the way, and before you know it, you were heading towards bouncing up and down his dick. As much as you try to keep your moans down, it was difficult since Leon is filling you even better than you thought he would. Every time you think he’s hit the deepest part, the next stroke goes even deeper. Though after a while, your pace starts to slow down. The position you are in is starting to bother you.

“Leon.”

“Do you need help?” he asks. Can he actually read your mind? You give him a nod and he grabs you by your waist again. “Lean on me,” he tells you. You lean forward wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing him softly.

Leon starts moving on his own, pushing his whole length into you. At first its slow, and you can keep most of your voice down. But he’s gradually speeding up, making sure to not leave any feeling of emptiness in your cunt while also directly hitting your gspot. It must be the position you two are in. The lack of rubber between your parts made Leon’s movements feel smooth and hot. Is this what heaven feels like?

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you mutter under your breath as he fucks you hard while squeezing and spreading your ass apart. It’s so good you can feel your eyes rolling back. It’s so much better than when you ride it on your own. Leon accompanies your moans with soft grunts and sharp exhales of air.

As you feel your muscles clench on his dick, you know you’re going to cum soon. Leon lifts up your shirt and puts his head under, finding your nipple and sucking on it. Caught off guard, you quickly cover your mouth with your own hand, muffling out the sound of a lewd moan.

“Fuck, Leon, I’m gonna cum,” you say in a loud whisper. Picturing in your mind how Leon’s dick pounding inside you would look like pushes you even more to the edge of an orgasm.

Hearing this Leon sucks and kisses on you harder, one hand going under to play with your other breast before going down to press below your stomach. Seconds later, you’re moaning messily into the palm of your hand when you orgasm all over Leon’s lap. As your legs quiver, you grab on tightly to Leon, the pleasure overwhelming you.

“Ha… Leon,” you say. Leon’s face appears from under your shirt, lips a little swollen and hair ruffled up. In what seems like a blink of an eye, Leon picks you up again, this time off his dick. He grabs both your arms with one hand and turns you around, before knocking you over to lay on your hands and knees.

“Hey! L-Leon!” You exclaim, as he pulls your panties down and shoves his cock back inside. “Ah!” You throw an arm over your mouth to shut yourself up.

“That’s right. Be a good girl and stay quiet.” Leon says, looming over you with every new thrust. “I’m not done.”

Just like that, pleasure shoots up through your cunt again. So good you can somehow feel it in your stomach. Your cum made fucking even easier and you can hear the slap of his skin and the clang of his belt against you. ‘Fuckk, Leon’ you drawl against your arm, saliva heavily wetting it.

Leon groans as he grabs on to the back of your neck. At this point, you’re not even sure if he remembers he’s fucking a person. But even if it’s for his own pleasure, you feel like your mind is in a haze. Dizziness passes by the harder he fucks you and you don’t even remember how many times you’ve come in the past 3 minutes. As far as you know, he hasn’t even slept. How does he still have this much energy?! In the back of your mind there’s an intrusive hought that thinks maybe you shouldn’t care anymore. Fuck those monsters. All you want is to let yourself freely express how good you feel.

“Fuck.. ah,” Leons voice is bordering on whimpering. You can feel him getting close by how hot it feels inside your pussy. “Shit.”

“Leon, nghmm… cum inside, please inside..” you’re a mumbling mess.

Leon unsure of what he heard, pulls you up from the floor by a big tug on your hair. He presses your back onto his chest and holds you as he slows his pace a bit.

“What did you say? You want me to cum inside?” Leon says right next to your ear. “Is that what you want? Is that why you were so desperate to be fucked raw? You don’t care what daddy will think, don’t you. You don’t mind if I cum inside and get you pregnant?”

Leon’s sudden and harsh attitude is so unexpected it turns you on drastically and you feel like cumming again. “I-I never…,” he squeezes your breast again as he kisses your shoulder.

Father will understand, you faintly think.

“Yes, Leon, please cum inside. Fill me up. I need it so bad.”

Leon turns you over for another time and lays your back on the floor. He interlocks his fingers with yours and pins your hand down by your head leaning in to kiss you again. You don’t think you’ll ever get sick of this.

Leon’s thrusts speed up back to his usual pace. He’s panting and groaning in between kisses. Eventually, his pleasure intensifies to a point that he cant even properly kiss you anymore. You cup his face with your free hand and look up at the sight of Leon’s flustered and pleasure filled expression.

“Gonna cum,” he says and he presses down on your stomach again. You gasp as whats left of another orgasm flows through you. You make sure to keep your eyes open to watch Leon as he finishes. When he does, his body jerks and he lets out a couple more short moans. You let out one of your own which merges into a sigh as you feel his member twitch inside yours and a warm liquid settles.

Leon slowly pulls himself out and plops down on the floor. He’s catching his breath. Meanwhile, you lay on the ground in a euphoric state, staring off at the ceiling as you feel his ejaculation drip out of you.

All you hear is soft rain from outside when static suddenly enters the air. “Hello, condor one, are you there? I repeat, condor one, do you hear me.”

Leons head flings towards the workbench. Scrambling to his feet and almost losing his balance, he tries to stuff his dick back into his pants before grabbing the talking device that was speaking.

“Yes, I’m here,” he says with a clear of his throat.

“Where have you been?! I’ve been trying to contact you for 30 minutes now!” The caller’s voice is so angry you can hear her from where you’re laying. “Please tell me you still have Blue Lily.”

“Yes, she’s here. We just… had a little trouble, but we’re fine,” the volume of the callers voice fades out, “and i’m fine, thanks for asking by the way,” he continues with a sarcastic tone.

“Okay, got it. We’ll be there as soon as possible… alright! 10 minutes… 7… Condor one out.”

A beep sounds and Leon puts the device down. “Come on, princess. I know you’re tired but aftercare has got to wait. We’ve got to get you out of here.”

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a/n: thank u for reading! im still getting better at r18 fics so leave ur comments/criticisms <33

[isayoldbean]

BOUNTY WANTED: M4S CLEAR

sooo my static decided to replace me with a friend of the raid lead's during my month of dealing with hurricanes and gnarly infections and no internet and other various horrors with zero communication from them except to drop the hammer despite them knowing what i was going through and so i need to clear m4s before them At All Costs out of spite

i've already powered myself into phase 2 but i am also at the whims of party finder so if anybody who has already cleared has the kindness in their heart to contribute to my cause of being temporarily evil and petty i will be posted up on primal for the entirety of the day until i clear, even if i have to go all night until reset. amount of chests doesn't matter all i need is the sweet, sweet rush of being able to post a pic of me having cleared in their server while they've only just gotten to phase 2 transition in their month without me. i am even willing to give you some gil or smth as compensation for your time

currently in a pf made by @gailiag under her character name etrii hartrael if you are interested. she has been kind enough to organize prog parties for me the past two days as well and i can't thank her enough for it but i am also ready to call in every single debt to get this done and finished today so please come find us if you're interested. i will owe you my life

[panna-acida]

Was about to send prompt when I saw it but got called and freaking forgot what I wanted to send. Ahahaha~ Anyway, so as you said 😁 *rubs hands*:

Static Electricity + 💙❤️

Ah yes... it took me only *checks calendar* 3 months... good, also sorry with the ending, but seriously i was stuck there, today i changed it at last 10 times. Ops.

Anyway here it is ❤️

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"Don't touch me!" Kagami yelled, rubbing his hand and looking shocked and confused by what just happened.

"I should be the one saying that!" Aomine hissed rubbing his forearm, feeling the warm sensation from when Kagami hand left with a kick of static electricity.

"What the fuck just happened?" Kagami asked, looking at his hand, and then at Aomine rubbing his offended arm.

"Static electricity, bakagami! What did you think?" Aomine said with a not so veiled hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"No shit Sherlock" Kagami huffed, turning around to take the ball that rolled in the back of the court, "I was asking why? Since till two minutes ago nothing happened and now this!" Kagami ended pointing at Aomine, still rubbing his arm and his own hand, rubbing mindlessly thumb and index finder together before feeling a little spark kick his hand.

"Shit!"

"SEE" Aomine pointed at what just happened, "It wasn't my fault, it was yours!!!"

"Oh for…" Kagami started, before freezing and letting a little grin bloom on his face, while taking the ball in his hands. “Let’s get back to paly.” Kagami said starting to rub mindlessly the ball on his shirt, before trowing it toward Aomine that took the ball, letting out a flood of curse the moment it touched his hand.

“BASTARD!” Aomine screamed, before launching himself toward Kagami, making both of them fall hard on the floor and roll, starting a match of kick, punch and hair pulling, followed by screaming.

“You guys are kids.” A soft voice reached their ears making both, stop mid punch and turn their head to the side, just to scream in unison.

“KUROKO!!!!” Aomine and Kagami yelled.

“Don’t fucking do that anymore!” Aomine hissed, rolling a little, just to end on the floor and not on top of Kagami… not that he was opposed to, but he was never gonna admit it out loud. No. Never.

“Yeah, please stop!” Kagami groaned raising, just to turn around and look at Aomine with his cheeks red.

“I was here the whole time.” Kuroko shrugged, before raising from his crunched position, and moving just to stop few step after and turning again. “Also if you two just kiss, all this tension can finally end, and we can finally find a little bit of peace.” That said Kuroko just disappeared without another word leaving both boys gaping with their mouth open.

“KUROKOOOOOO!!!!” Both screamed in unison, before turning to the other and just stop, both red and breathing heavenly.

“You? Me?” Kagami started not being able to say anything else…

“Yeah Baka.”

“Oh. OH.”

“Yeah oh.” Aomine answered, finally raising from the floor, just to move and pinch Kagami cheeks before kissing the red head mouth and finally, fucking finally, end all that pining. Consequences be damned. All thank to a little bit of static electricity… and Kuroko.

[elliewiltarwyn]

"hey ellie how did you spend your christmas starlight break, did you get any work done on any of your projects, or--"

me: *crawling out of party finder broken and bloodied and battered and collapsing facefirst into the dirt, but weakly giving a triumphant thumbs-up*

the chaotic raid is really fuckin' fun, y'all.

progging in pf was a pain because it takes forever to fill the parties and people get impatient and drop out; then you get in, pull twice, wipe twice without reaching the prog point, and people get salty and drop out; and at least on aether there are multiple pf listings that are just using the description to take potshots at strats they don't like.

but man when you get a good group. the flow of the fight is really fun.

also, E9S (the Eden version of Cloud of Darkness) was the first savage raid I did with my static, so it was neat to see how many mechanics return from that. :V

anyway yeah. very good fight. definitely going back in for more. i need that mount. (ellie...doesn't really look that good with the hair, unfortunately.

...mia or lily, though...)

[bastianfruit]

Avengers Assemble Bingo Card Masterlist

Complete black out for my @avengers-assemble-bingo bingo card!!

Western City Lights - Cowboy AU - Sam/Bucky, 4.7k, ongoing

Dust hung in lazy swirls where the sun cut through gaps in the stands. Kicked up from the first few shows; Junior barrel racers on ponies, a team roping event which made Bucky wince a few times. It was all fine, technically impressive, but Bucky felt bad for the calves. The announcer, barely legible over the static speaker, announced the cutting demonstrator, Sam Wilson.  A small group of cows ambled out of their corrals into the left side of the area in front of Bucky. Bucky focused on the finder and lifted his camera to the rider as he entered.

Or photographer Bucky meets a muse of a man riding a horse, shenanigans ensue

I wanna be painless (love soldier) i want closure - Sam Wilson - Sam/Bucky, 597, completed

It’s not right, his screaming can barely be heard over the luscious sound of his crumbling body. It wasn't made for this, it wasn’t built to be turned inside out. It was pain so excruciating Sam knew it would have been better to set himself on fire, a slow death but a quicker one than this.

or, Sam Wilson violently grows wings one night

if i get to drunk baby (im gonna ruin the fun) - Midgard - Sam/Bucky, 1.2k, completed

Valkyrie snorted into her drink. “He’s clinging to you, Captain.” “I know,” Sam muttered, shifting his weight in an attempt to dislodge the human-sized barnacle clinging to his back in the form of his, apparently, very drunk coworker. Jostling Bucky earned him a whine—a full-on whine, all breathy and petulant directly in Sam’s ear—before he nuzzled right back into Sam.

Or Bucky gets a bit drunk and uses his new found confidence to Flirt With Sam

i chose to go (barefoot in the snow) - Royalty AU - Sam/Bucky, 3.6k, completed

Bucky pressed down harder, his knee digging between the stranger’s shoulder blades. “What are you doing here?” The man under him grunted, wings twitching as he failed to shift Bucky’s weight off him. “Would you believe me if I said I’m not supposed to be?” Bucky grabbed a fistful of his collar and yanked him up just enough to slam him back down again. “Try that again.”

Or, Bucky, the prince of the Hydranian Empire is mistakenly targeted by Sam, a confused contract killer. Then a bomb goes off.

i'd take it back if i could (cause i'll never find another you) -Miscommunication - Sam/Bucky, 1.3k, completed

“I don’t trust it, Bucky.” “You don’t have to trust it. Trust me.” Sam’s searching eyes met a cool steel wall behind Bucky’s. Never had he been so close to Bucky and so far away at the same time. “You know I do,” Sam promised into the empty chasm cracking open between them.

Or Sam and Bucky have an argument about the future of Bucky’s involvement with Thunderbolts

you're haunting me (i guess i need you baby) - Bucky Barnes - Sam/Bucky, 945, completed

“I just don’t know if I’m enough.” The admission startled him, the raw emotion brought up in the last word. Enough. Was he enough? He blinked back sudden tears. Sam leaned close. “Buck,” he started, rubbing a hand up Bucky’s side and clamping it firmly down onto his shoulder. “You’re enough for me.”

or Bucky remembers something precious to him

the world knows all your secrets (only i know the whole truth) - Insomnia - Sam/Bucky, 743, completed

"Missed you," Bucky bit out, the words spoken like they weren’t meant to be. Like they hurt. The hesitancy was accompanied by Bucky raking the edges of his teeth over the sensitive muscle between Sam’s shoulder and neck.

or, without warning, Bucky shows up in the middle of the night

love looks pretty on you (my pretty baby) - Sharing Food - Sam/Bucky, 1.2k, completed

“C'mon Sarah, this is a tasteless joke.”  He crouched down to the lower self but there was barely any space there either; not with the yogurt with Bucky’s name scrawled across the top and a dozen eggs taking it up. “You haven’t even—“ He hung up on her. He wasn’t mad but he still rolled his eyes extra hard when his phone buzzed with a text: You don’t know if it’s tasteless until you try it!

or, Sarah sends Sam and his "coworker" a funny cake

not a lot just forever (intertwined, sewn together) - Farmer's Market - Sam/Bucky, 1.5k, completed

It had never been a priority for Sam because if the universe gave everyone a soulmate then the universe would be the one to bring them together. If it didn’t happen, then it wasn’t meant to be. He had a good life, a good family, people who loved him, and people he loved back. He didn’t need a soulmate to be whole. And then he met The Winter Soldier.

or, Sam uses his red string of fate to follow Bucky across the world

[syd-vixious]

you mentioned a while back making a yandere! atlas.. yes !!! i love the first 2 games so much and just watched a burial at sea atlas moments video.. hcs or oneshot, just any content with him would be so so cool! maybe the reader is similiar to jack's/elizabeth's position, someone hes supposed to guide but then gets a little too attached to

A/n: Hi anon! Thank you for the request and sorry it took so long! My life has been really hectic and all over the place recently. But I'll do my best to fulfill your request to the best of my ability! 🫡

P.S. I'm gonna try to make this as gender neutral as I can but it might lean more towards afab!reader due to some of the lines Atlas says to Elizabeth in the dlc. (It's been a minute so sorry if any of this feels rushed or incomplete)

Finders Keepers

You quickly entered the elevator, barely managing to escape the splicers and big daddies that seemed to be around every corner. Despite the predicament you were in, and how many wounds you didn't have enough medical supplies to patch up, you still made it to some kind of safety.

"I can't help Sally if I'm just like everyone else down here," you sighed, "I can't even get back to where I was.."

You leaned against the railing, exhausted to no end as you felt the elevator move to its destination. You groaned internally as you heard the crackle and scratch of the walkie on your hip awakening.

It was that bastard, Atlas.

"If you don't mind me askin', love: why you talkin' to nobody? If I had pegged you for a loon, I might've had second thoughts on our 'arrangement.'" He spoke with a tone that had you gritting your teeth.

You scoffed, "I'll hold up my end. But I better find the girl the way I left her."

"You're in no position to make demands. But I must confess, I do like a bit o' sass in a lass."

You rolled your eyes as you could hear the smirk on his face. Groaning in annoyance, you reloaded your revolver and crossbow. You have to be prepared for anything in this sick and twisted society.

You stepped out of the elevator, thinking you’d be prepared for anything until a pissed off Big Daddy came charging in your direction, not seeing much of a difference between you and some of the splicers that dwelled down here.

You began to run, trying to put as many obstacles between you and the giant creature as possible. You were successful for a while until you were trapped in an old bar, a couple buzzed up splicers clinging to the ceiling with their rusty hooks.

For a moment, you thought you might’ve lost the big guy, until a loud groan and a hard hit to the middle of your back sent you flying into the shelves of liquor. Glass shattered against your skin as they began to sink in and the world became darker around you…

*Time skip to two weeks later*

It felt like your head was buzzing. Your brain pounding in your skull as if it was being asked to be let out. Your body felt sore, the world around you slowly fading into existence as you slowly regained consciousness.

"Folks say it's only a matter of time until Atlas's entire mob comes out waving the white flag..." The announcer on the radio in front of you said before fading out into static.

You groaned from the sharp sound, brows pinching together from the pain in your head. You went to raise your hand to hold your head only to realise you were tied down on a chair.

Once your vision became clear, you could see the shadow of a man smoking a cigarette in front of you, a Rapture building crumbling to pieces just outside the window.

"Two weeks.." said the man.

"Huh.. w-what..?" You grunted.

"You've been down two weeks, love. Feckin' doctors, better off hiring monkeys if they're gonna harm what's mine in the same way." It took a moment before you realised Atlas stood in front of you.

You groaned, glaring at the back of the man's skull, "Our deal was to get you out of prison. What did you expect? To win your little civil war for you too?"

He chuckled, throwing his cigarette onto the ground, not needing to stomp on it due to the water leaking through the cracks in the ceiling.

"No, no, no," he turned around, slowly walking into the standing light that was shining in your face the whole time, "You see, that was the plan at first. To have you find my Ace in the Hole and bring Ryan down alongside the other pricks that dwell down here."

He slowly stalked towards you, resembling a hungry lion hunting its gazelle. "However, things change and unfortunately," he slammed his hands onto the arm rests your wrists were still tied to, causing you to jump in your seat, "you ain’t got a choice in the matter."

He stood up straight, circling you with a glint in his eye that you couldn't quite make out. "So now, lass, you belong to me."

You couldn't tell if the bumps on your skin were from the cold air or his words.

"Wait, what? The hell are you talking about? We had a fucking deal, Atlas!" You grunted, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

He placed one hand on your thigh the other on your chin, his cigarette and alcohol-laced breath fanning your face, "I need you to get something through your pretty skull of yours, love. You will listen to me, you only belong to me. And if you don’t follow those simple, little rules…”

He takes a step back, grabbing one of the lobotomy tools on the table, “…I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

[purpdrawsthings]

What’s up with those static eyes? And what jobs do each of you do for the most part?

Also, to Mr. Puzzles, why have them work like this instead of as brainwashed actors?

WARNING : THIS IS NOT FINISHED! This is merely a wip I posted on accident. So some stuff may come off as weird.

My apologies ^^'

SMG4 : We uh...

SMG3 : We don't really know.

SMG4 : It just appeared right after we signed the contract I think?... Maybe it's a side effect? A mark? Who knows...

SMG4 : Now about that job part, I usually take lead in script writing cuz... I'm just the lead script writer. Other than that, my other main job is just being an actor. Other than those, I help 3 in taking care of the pets, I'm basically the mascot of the studio [ besides Mr. Puzzles ] and just an assistant.

SMG3 : looks off to him, still concerned on why tf he still has that many jobs Uuuuuuh, anyways, I help 4 with the scripts, I'm basically the person who mostly takes care of the pets, I'm also the cameraman and... Just an actor. But mostly the taking care of the pets thing and cameraman.

SMG4 : I think Meggy is a choreography teacher or something... Tari is a bug finder because of her abilities... Boopkins is is just a postman guy... Bob just guards the weapons room. Mario... Doesn't even do anything, besides acting.

SMG3 : Makes sense.

Mr. Puzzles : Why? Well... Why should I tell you folks that? Just because you all get to ask me questions doesn't mean you can sometimes pry into some secretive and personal stuff. So don't bother asking!

[ ok, time for context part!

Yeah so, everytime an ask gets answered, I'll leave a context part if necessary for those who don't understand or need more info.

So for the first one, the eyes were just some design choice at first but I decided to add some stuff about it. These static like eyes were some sign that "hey, these guys are owned =D". Maybe some sort of trademark, well, that's the thought I had to mind. Tho, other characters besides 4 and 3 have different ways of showing this. Tari from example, hides her left eye cuz it was dripping a lot and also, she just didn't really like showing it. Other than that, it was a coolio design choice.

For the second one, I'll just put it in some format here. Oh and btw, I'm not afraid to change these if necessary.

SMG4 : Puzzles assistant/Lead Script Writer/Main mascot/Part time-pet caretaker/actor

SMG3 : Assistant script writer/Lead pet caretaker/cameraman/actor

Meggy : Choreography teacher/law assistant [ incase of legal action ofc ]/Prop setup helper/actor

Tari : Bug finder/Assistant for visuals/actor

Boopkins : Prop setup helper/sender [ aka postman or something ]/Guard assistant/actor

Bob : Lead guard for the weapons room [ yes that exists lmao ]/Part time cameraman/Actor

Mario : Actor

Mario doesn't even get to do much considering with Puzzles giving him some freedom over his actions, he can do some random ass shit. Mario just spends his time in his room, memorizing scripts and probably just eating spaghetti so that he would calm down. [ this is subjected to change... ]

Puzzles just felt a lil lonely. Imagine you control everyone but all of them are just mindless and emotionless people? Yeah, that's gonna be boring sooner or later.

Fun fact : Puzzles actually has some empathy for them after a few months of working with them. But to maintain his image, he never told anyone about this. ]

[my-hobby-is-finding-the-source]

Hey, I wanted to say that I'm loving your blog ever since I found it not too long ago, and your taste in FMA characters is spectacular aswell. I kinda feel bad for immediately coming in with a challenging one, but this one has already had some debate amongst professional source finders and I was curious if you could find out anything about it. static dot tvtropes dot org/pmwiki/pub/images/Maestesized dot jpg

One must know when to accept defeat...

I searched everywhere, in all the ways I knew how, but all I could find were the vestiges of the ones that preceded me, pleas for help echoing idly in these abandoned halls. Dang it.

[ao3feed-sambucky]

The moon and stars outshine the Western city lights

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g5PYCk by Sebfruit Dust hung in lazy swirls where the sun cut through gaps in the stands. Kicked up from the first few shows; Junior barrel racers on ponies, a team roping event which made Bucky wince a few times. It was all fine, technically impressive, but Bucky felt bad for the calves. The announcer, barely legible over the static speaker, announced the cutting demonstrator, Sam Wilson.  A small group of cows ambled out of their corrals into the left side of the area in front of Bucky. Bucky focused on the finder and lifted his camera to the rider as he entered.   Or photographer Bucky meets a muse of a man riding a horse, shenanigans ensue Words: 2684, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Series: Part 17 of Marvel CU Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sarah Wilson (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Mentioned Steve Rogers, Mentioned Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Mentioned Clint Barton, Mentioned Sharon Carter (Marvel), Mentioned Joaquín Torres (Marvel), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Cowboys & Cowgirls, Alternate Universe - Western, as characters become more relevant they'll be added to character tags instead of additional tags, Cowboy Hats, Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Slow Burn, heheheh, Alternate Universe - Photographer, Rodeo Competitions read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g5PYCk

[femalewhumper701]

Found footage is often derided as the lowest form of horror, but it's actually one of the hardest types of film to execute well. It takes much more resourcefulness and creativity to execute a satisfying kill shot with a camcorder or phone, and that's just the beginning. Your camera angles are limited to what a person with anything from a phone to a camcorder to a professional handheld can do without equipment/cranes/booms. With a tripod at best. There has to be a reason the camera is present and on, and the camera has to be positioned in a way that supports that reasoning.

The presence of the camera is going to make your characters behave differently than they would in a movie shot third-person omniscient, because people behave differently when they know they are being recorded, whether they mean to or not. They might grab something and try to confront the masked killer instead of running because even subconsciously they don't want to look cowardly. They might ditch a companion with a recently revealed dirty secret because they are more motivated to not be associated with that person than to ensure the survival of the whole group. (Truth or Dare, despite its faults, did a great job with this.) When they're arguing about where to go or what to do in the face of mounting terrible events, the camera holder might be extra defensive and put the group in danger they might otherwise avoid, because nobody wants to be wrong on tape for eternity.

You have to explain how the footage was found, who it was found by, where and in what condition the footage first was. As much fun and as modern and edgy as it seems initially to use cell phones instead of physical recordings like a camcorder, a camcorder lying on the ground offers much more immediate access than a phone, which is going to be locked. (Yes you can hack it, but then you have to explain why your finder did that instead of turning it in to the nearest lost and found.) In the case of the camcorder, you just have to flip the screen out, press rewind, and then press play.

Analog usually the best choice, which while it also has to be explained, gets it to your audience's eyeballs faster and easier.

And to that point, for the love of god, remember that corrupted film and corrupted digital footage look completely different. I keep seeing static going across supposedly digitally recorded scenes, and it makes me absolutely feral.

Anyway. This is all to say I wish more people would embrace the challenges of found footage instead of trying to skirt them, or putting down the subgenre as a whole.

[mrslittletall]

Adventures from the Party Finder:

As my static decided to pause and then like half of our FC members decided to bail, me, my husband and our FC lead decided to get into Party Finder each Friday evening. I always found Party Finder scary, but when I have at least two others with me, it becomes bearable. We decided to see what was there and then joined a Black Cat Savage practice party. As they were lacking two healers and two DPS, me and my husband joined as healers and our FC lead can only be DPS. Once we joined, they were like "We almost lost hope" and they were so happy we were there. Around five minutes later the last DPS joined and we could go in. And most of the group was a-okay, we had an especially fantastic Main Tank who barely needed healing, but... ...the Off Tank was so shit xD They had a hard time getting the cleave mechanics and we had to explain it to them three times before they stopped knocking our FC lead out who was their partner. Eventually, we managed to prog until the first Mouser where... you guess it, the Off Tank managed to fall off almost every single time we were there ^^' It was starting to become a bit embarrassing. BUT! We actually managed to prog to the second mouser which apparently was a first for this group and they were pretty happy that we helped out. And I also have to admit, I kind of got a taste for healing in Savage/Extreme now. It is good that you KNOW what comes in these fights, so as an Astrologian it is much easier to prepare your heals. (Oh and also my husband is a damn good White Mage, so if I fail he can easily pick up the group.) That was actually really fun. It helped that we probably see these people never again so there was less pressure and it didn't feel like I had to be the "bad one" as I was not raid lead and simply a healer who helped out. We hope that we can find a couple people in PF who can add to our friend's list, but honestly, I wouldn't even mind just going to PF from now on as long as I have at least two to three people I know at my side.

[azoreaneve]

Legends Arceus seed RNG manip tutorial

Ok because there's barely ANY tutorials online about this (and no, discord is NOT an archive of knowledge) ever since the switch emulators got nuked, I want to share the ideal way to RNG manipulate seed spawns on Pokémon Legends Arceus. Not outbreaks, but the seeded spawns.

So what you need is the game, a way to check your pokémons' IVs and abilities (e.g. PKHeX), some way to take notes or screenshots, and of course the pla-reverse-gui (on Lincoln-ML's github). To maximise the chances of getting shinies you'll want to get perfect research on the pokémon and own the shiny charm.

In PLA the whole map of an area is seeded when you load in (you reseed by leaving to the village and returning to the area) with each spawner having its own seed. If you know the seed of a spawner you know exactly what pokémon will show up after you catch/KO the current ones on that spawner. There are multiple types of spawners, some will always spawn 2 pokémon, some always 1, and some will spawn an inconsistent number of pokémon, like 1-3.

These latter ones currently can't be RNG'd because we can't figure out the seed. Single 'mon spawners are just not worth it because there are no multiple paths to the pokémon generated so you will easily need some 60 iterations to get the same pokémon that you'd get in 10 on a double spawner.

Pokémon respawn when the time changes (e.g. from "morning" to "midday") or when the weather changes. Static alpha spawners take multiple time changes to respawn, I personally wouldn't bother with those.

Unfortunately you can't control the weather… or can you? Well...

I recommend doing this RNG manipulation during the quest to meet the lake trio. When you're ostracised from the village there is NO WEATHER at all to fuck up your respawns. You also don't have to talk to the fucking professor and go through multiple prompts just to leave an area. Life is much simpler.

Onto the real tutorial

Have autosave off for all of this.

Pick a spawner, let's use a triple qwilfish one here. Go to the area of it, bring 3 empty slots in your team, get near the spawner, and save. Catch all 3. You need to be able to distinguish future qwilfish from them so jot down some characteristics like gender, level, stats.

Reload. We will now discover what the seed finder calls pokémon 1. Catch/KO 1 pokémon, ensure the other 2 are still there and didn't run away or somehow despawn (happens A LOT with stuff like basculin). Teleport to camp. Rest/advance time, preferably to some other day time to prevent day pokémon from despawning into drifloons and fucking all of this up. Go back to the spawner, catch everyone there. One of the qwilfish will be different from the originals, that's your pokémon 1 and you can fill in its data on the seed finder.

Reload. We will now find pokémon 2 by basically the same method. Catch/KO 2 pokémon instead of 1, ensure the remainder doesn't randomly despawn, go rest to advance time, save when you get to the spawner, then catch everyone there. You should have an original qwillfish, pokémon 1, and a new qwilfish which is pokémon 2. These are iteration -1 of the generator.

If this is not the case then you got fucked over by a weather or time change or a 'mon despawned when it shouldn't, or you caught a pokémon from another spawner by mistake.

Fill in the seed finder data. Ideally evolve your pokémon if you're getting small ones so you can fill in multiple measurements to save on calculation time.

Seed finder will toss you a seed, put that into the generator as well as the filters you care about. In my case I have max shiny odds and want a shalpha fish with whatever stats.

If you didn't save AFTER catching pokémon 2, you can pick any of these. If you did save however (like to trade the pokémon for IV checking), you'll have to pick paths which start on 3, because you despawned everyone from iteration -1 and then iteration 0 will have 3 'mons.

You can open path tracker if you want to be anal and catch everything to make sure you progress correctly. But basically all you need is to follow the path and on each advance catch/KO the number of pokémon stated. So a person who saved after getting pokémon 2 will pick a path like 3-1-2-... which means now they advance time, go to spawner, catch/KO 1 pokémon, advance time, catch/KO 2 pokémon at the spawner, etc etc, until they catch/KO the last pokémon, advance time, and find at the spawner whatever it is they manipulated for.

Please note that alphas can't spawn near other alphas. If you want to manip for an alpha and there's one close enough to hear the alpha music in the spawner, then go despawn it before your manipulated alpha is meant to spawn.

Anyway enjoy your hunts! It's a slow but very easy to accomplish method and nearly impossible to fail. Also more relaxed than MMOs and allows you to catch "skittish" or "neutral" pokémon who you can't multi-battle like in the MMO RNG manipulations.