#working on drawing all my division agents...

[dandelionjack]

random out of the blue theory-slash-headcanon regarding "Rogue": he's either a Time Agent, Division or CIA. the whirlwind romance was a honeypot for the Doctor, practically textbook spycraft. and it worked.

the Doctor loves to fall for morally grey rascals, right? so they, whoever 'they' are, construct a perfectly designed handsome bounty hunter for the Doctor to become enchanted by, complete with a 'heart of gold' and undue self-sacrificial heroism.

then a monster. there needs to be a monster. since this is all play-acting and showmanship, make them cosplayers. draw the Doctor in. make the puzzle irresistible for him.

break his heart. enthrall his mind. entice him to place the tracker ring onto his finger of his own accord. gather intelligence: confirm that this is The Doctor, the sole living Time Lord in the universe, highly dangerous entity, war criminal of his own admittance, and my oh my, what a prize. what a bounty on his head. but not quite yet. Rogue's recon mission along with his Chuldur fellow travellers was just for information, and they got that aplenty, TARDIS console tour and all.

all six of them were oddly calm as Rogue pressed send on the triform trap: they weren't going to a barren dimension. they were headed back to Headquarters, ready to report a successful task completed.

[pluckyredhead]

…Sorry if this is a bit weird but do you have any queer romance book recommendations? I ended up finishing the last binding trilogy because you posted about it (you have excellent taste lol) and I’m a bit stuck at the moment with what to read next.

Not weird at all! I absolutely have recs! Also Freya Marske has a brand new book out called Swordcrossed if you want more of her writing. (For people who are not anon: The Last Binding is an Edwardian historical fantasy romance trilogy and it's excellent.)

Okay recs:

KJ Charles: My favorite queer romance author, hands down, and also the most prolific! She's written over 30 queer historical romance novels (and one queer historical mystery), mostly M/M, all historical and set in the UK during various time periods ranging from the 1810s to the 1920s. My two favorite things about her work: 1. It draws very heavily on the history, meaning that her characters never come across like modern people in historical cosplay. And 2. she's great at creating genuine conflict between or around characters. I have read too many romances where everything is uwu softness and nothing hurts but Charles's characters are always either fundamentally divided by politics, class, ethical perspectives, lies, and/or tragic backstories, OR they get along fine but a murderer is trying to kill them, OR, in the best of her books, both.

My favorites are probably The Will Darling Adventures (1920s trilogy all about the same couple fighting a criminal secret society), A Seditious Affair (1810s, a radical firebrand and a Tory government official accidentally fall in love while having extremely kinky sex), An Unnatural Vice (1870s, "spiritualist" con artist and the crusading journalist trying to expose him), and Any Old Diamonds (1890s, The Saddest Boy in the World hires a sexy jewel thief to rob his horrible father, kink ensues), but you can really start anywhere - Think of England is where I jumped on and it's nice because it's more of a standalone (there is a companion book but Think of England comes first). If you liked The Last Binding, you might want to start with her Magpie Lord series because they are also fantasy romance. (Freya Marske is a big KJ Charles fan and it shows, in a good way.)

Allie Therin: Sticking with the fantasy romance angle here for a moment, Therin has a 1920s trilogy called Magic in Manhattan that is all about the same couple, a prickly magic-user named Rory and the big hunky WWI vet who loves him, as they fight various evil magicians. (HUGE oversimplification but you get it.) There's a spinoff trilogy, the Roaring Twenties Magic series, which has two books out so far. I love NYC, the 1920s, fantasy, and queer romance, so obviously I love all of this.

But I'm particularly obsessed with her Sugar and Vice series (also a trilogy, first book is out already and the second one comes out next month) which is set in modern day Seattle and is about an empath named Reece and the super dangerous empath hunter called the Dead Man who may or may not be here to kill Reece, and also there's a serial killer on the loose. This one is a suuuuuuper slow burn (they don't even kiss in the first book!), so you have to be patient but I read the second book early and yeah I'm obsessed and desperate to talk to other people about these books.

Charlie Adhara: More paranormal romance! I wrote about these books at greater length recently, but the short version is: FBI agent gets transferred to the super secret werewolf division of the FBI and partnered with a hot werewolf, they fall in love, spend five books developing into The Ultimate Power Couple, I'm in love with their love. There's a spinoff series called Monster Hunt but only one book is out so far.

TJ Klune: I probably don't have to tell anyone about TJ Klune anymore and I'll admit he can be hit or miss for me but I did really love Wolfsong. As long as we're talking werewolves.

Dessa Lux: Okay these are more erotica than romance but Omega Required is a comfort read for me, which is funny because I'm not usually an omegaverse gal. But this is about a very sweet alpha doctor who offers a marriage of convenience to a very traumatized omega and it's literally just nonstop cuddling and soup. She also has a series that's just ever-growing werewolf gangbangs, if that's a thing you're into. Like. A cartoonish amount of werewolves at the gangbang. It's delightful.

Cat Sebastian: I will admit Sebastian is also a little bit hit or miss for me. I loved her very first trilogy, the Turner series, which is very much in the vein of KJ Charles (Regency romance, class divides, lots of conflict). She wrote some more 19th century stuff after that and then moved into mid-20th century romance (50s-70s) which is honestly very rare. She also basically...stopped writing any conflict at all. I would say a large portion of her books after the Turner series can be accurately described as "two best friends who are secretly in love with each other sit in the same house/apartment and enjoy each other's company until they get together." I know a BUNCH of people who absolutely love that and they are well-written! But I really have to be in the right mood for them.

Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy: Okay I am not a hockey person, but you must, you MUST read Him and its sequel, Us. Hockey-playing BFFs, one is gay and secretly in love with the the other, the other one is like "I don't think I'm into dudes but I'd better give you 300 blowjobs to make sure." (Spoiler: he's into dudes.) Honestly the stupidest men imaginable. I love them so much. Bowen has written a few other queer romances solo and I'm working my way through her back catalog now.

Rachel Reid: Yes it's more hockey romance but. BUT. Heated Rivalry. Two of the top players in the NHL, on rival teams, have famously hated each other for years...and have secretly been fucking since they were rookies. Reid is another one where I'm still working my way through her books but Heated Rivalry is something special.

I am SURE there are more I'm forgetting but this is long so I'll stop it here for now! Also folks should feel free to reblog with further recs, she said selfishly.

[adagiorii]

Let's talk about Eiko 🥀🌂

Hello there! I just thought I'd start introducing my OCs, since they have been and will continue to be the subjects of most of my drawings. And we're beginning with the protagonist, Eiko. :)

[For context, the PCD (Paranormal Containment Division) is a law enforcement organ that specializes in investigating and eliminating paranormal entities in the fictional country this story takes place in.]

Eiko is a 19-year-old PCD agent. She presents herself as a stoic, reserved and polite kind of person, but deep down, she's quite distrustful and hot-headed. Still, and even though she does have a really bad temper, I think Eiko tries her hardest to be as well-mannered as possible, because that's just how she was raised. Thing is, she's polite to the point of coming off as robotic and unnerving, when most of the time she's just trying to make it as clear as possible that she respects the other person.

The greatest source of her stress and frustration, at least before the plot kicks off, is her job and her superiors, but since she is well aware she can't afford to lash out at them (since she likes having a roof over her head), she just bottles everything up. Not a great idea considering she's been bottling up resentment since she was a child, but she was never taught any healthy ways to handle her anger.

She does take her job very seriously; the problem is that she herself is not taken very seriously there. The PCD is basically the elite of society, and the high rank agents are highly respected and affluent citizens. Eiko is a low rank agent, though, so this doesn't really apply to her in practice. She's far from being wealthy. And she's basically at the bottom of the food chain in the PCD.

She's willing to do almost anything to achieve her goals, but she struggles to accept that she might not be as morally good as she would like.

About the art: the drawing in the background is a lot more recent than the full body and her design has changed slightly, so that's why she looks a little different. The outfit (which is her work uniform) is still the same though.

For now, that's all I'll share. There's more to her character, but this will do for her introduction. I frankly doubt anyone will read all of this, but if you have, thank you so much! It means the world. ❤️

[shannta]

i haven’t posted here in a hot minute but here are my new ocs i’m currently obsessed with 💕

some infos about them under the cut. (CW: blood, brief mention of cannibalism)

Lore:

Evie could always spot the monsters hiding in human skin, but pretending not to keeps her alive. She’s sworn off using her gift—choosing a quiet life, sending money home, and keeping her head down. But when she’s forced to kill her employer’s doppelgänger, she draws the attention of someone far more dangerous. Now, her curse might be the only thing that saves her… or the very reason she dies.

Inspirations: Jujutsu Kaisen (2018), Trese (2005), That’s Not My Neighbor (2024), Mandela Catalogue (2021), The Conjuring Universe

Evelynn “Evie” Bagumbayan

Age: 25 years old

Species: Human

Occupation: Overseas Filipino Worker (OFW), Live-In Nanny for the Jones Family

Evie is the first-born daughter of seven children from the Bagumbayan Family in the Philippines.

She dreams of becoming a teacher, but Evie had to give up pursuing college in order to support her impoverished family and take a contract work in the US.

She has some knowledge of dealing with farm-related jobs thanks to her parent’s background as farmers. At the same time, she’s also well-versed in the Philippine mythos and witchcraft due to her paternal grandfather being an albularyo (witch doctor).

Due to her lineage, Evie possesses the unique ability to see spirits and see through the disguise of any types of mimics.

Is in the constant edge of mental breakdown (she needs a looong break from dealing with monsters (both kids and cryptid alike))

Adam Youngblood

Real Name: ████

Age: ███████

Species: Mimic, type: ███████

Occupation: SPEARS agent, Occult Specialist and Extermination Division

“Adam Youngblood” is merely a pseudonym that Adam had picked up to conceal his real identity.

Adam has Native American origins.

Given his ability to perfectly mimic and shape shift into another person, it is unclear whether his current appearance is his or not.

He’s a practicing cannibal but in a way that he targets more occult species like him than human.

He’s sworn off to never target civilians unless he’s proven they are guilty of a crime (by basically witnessing them commit it)

He’s well-versed in all sorts of occult creatures as it’s his job to identify and exterminate them if they pose immediate danger to the society. He’s also well-versed in witchcraft and sorcery, though he barely uses them recently in favor of using straight hands.

Disclaimer: These characters and my story is not a reliable source to learn about spirits and creatures of various origin (such as Indigenous and Latin mythos). I merely took inspiration from their folklores and created my own spin that suits the type of story I want to tell.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Olivia Troye at Living It:

Eight years ago, torch-bearing young men marched through the University of Virginia, their faces illuminated by hatred as they chanted: "Jews will not replace us." In response, then-President Donald Trump referred to these individuals as "very fine people"—words that didn't merely excuse hate, but legitimized it, amplified it, and embedded it into our national discourse. Now he wants to deport someone who said Israel shouldn't kill my family. Regardless of where one stands on the issue of Israel and Palestine, we should be deeply concerned about what is happening here right now. The message couldn't be clearer: In Trump's America, some are "fine people" deserving of protection, while others are expendable—their humanity conditional, their rights revocable. But that’s not how the First Amendment works. Where does Jim Jordan’s Committee on the Weaponization of the Federal Government stand on this issue? Inquiring minds would like to know. Today, in Trump's second term, we witness the bitter harvest of those seeds. Mahmoud Khalil, a Palestinian graduate student at Columbia University, was dragged from his apartment by ICE agents last week. His crime? Daring to speak for his family trapped under bombardment in Gaza. Daring to question policies that have turned his homeland into rubble. Daring to exercise the very rights this nation claims to cherish. Thus far, that is what we know to be as fact. The reality is that this case is likely to be a test of our judicial system when it comes to immigrant rights in our country and where we as the United States draw the line between protected free speech and alleged support for groups designated as terrorists. Khalil's detention isn't a mistake or an aberration—it's a deliberate strategy. The administration has methodically recategorized pro-Palestinian activism as support for terrorism, transforming concerned students and terrified family members into alleged national security threats. This calculated conflation also serves an additional purpose: to criminalize dissent. What we're witnessing is governance through terror—a system where fear becomes both the method and the goal. When a graduate student is held and denied access to a private conversation with his attorneys, for speaking about his family's suffering, all of us learn a lesson: your citizenship is fragile, your residency precarious, your voice dangerous.

Every time the government invokes "security" to justify silencing criticism, our Constitution suffers another wound. Every time we accept that justification, we become complicit in its unraveling. This climate doesn't just silence the targeted; it paralyzes everyone. It makes professors hesitate before assigning certain readings, makes students think twice before attending demonstrations, makes journalists question whether to cover certain stories. Democracy cannot breathe in such an atmosphere. This is our mirror moment—a time when we must look unflinchingly at what America has become and decide if this reflection represents who we wish to be. Do we accept a nation where young men carrying torches and shouting antisemitic slogans are "fine people," while a student worried about his family's survival is treated as disposable? Do we accept a two-tiered system of rights, where some Americans are permitted to speak freely while others are punished for the same? Do we accept the premise that dissent is dangerous and conformity is patriotism? Traditionally, defense of the First Amendment has been a cornerstone of conservative values. For generations, conservatives have championed free speech as the bedrock of American liberty—a bulwark against government overreach and the foundation of a free society. True constitutional conservatives recognize that when any American's right to speak is threatened, all Americans' rights are diminished. This moment transcends the tired divisions of partisan politics. When government power is weaponized against dissent—regardless of the content of that dissent—both conservatives and liberals should find common cause in alarm. The principles at stake are neither "left" nor "right" but fundamentally American: the right to speak without fear, to question authority, and to advocate for those we love.

Olivia Troye has a gem of a column on the grave attack of the freedom of speech the illegal detention of Mahmoud Khalil represents.

See Also:

The New Republic: First, Trump Came for Mahmoud Khalil. Are You Next?

[bestworstcase]

Hmm Yang - Cinder parallels

Prosthetics - easy

Adoption/Step mothers - quality of such isn't because Glass Unicorn is uniquely bad in a way that has no comparison with Yang

Mother figure who is terrible at vocalizing care. Raven popping up as a bird in Yellow Trailer and volume 3 instead of taking Luke a normal person, Salem being very very bad at talking. This gets even more pronounced if that theory of Raven and Qrow (from STRQYR I think) being used as an additional lock on the Vault at Beacon is correct and Raven sending Yang to ask Qrow about what Ozpin did to them was intended to get that information from Qrow. As opposed to just catching the two not mentioning the bird thing.

Summer Rose modeling (probably). Yang in being stunningly similar in mannerisms of the little we've seen of Summer. Cinder in presumably being taught further by Summer how to fight.

Fire connotations... Possibly extending to Fenghuang (Chinese Phoenix, and the female counterpart to the masculine Chinese dragon) and Cinder's Phoenix imagery though I think there's actually very little similarity between European phoenixes and Fenghuang. This I think actually just happens to reflect the next point very well

Ozpin's mistakes and collateral damage. Cinder is explicitly failed by Ozpin's order, slavery and a huntsman turning a blind eye. Yang is a more personal variation of Ozpin's personal attention on Team STRQ. Raven is looking more and more like whatever had her leave was rooted in her disagreeing with Ozpin. She and Taiyang separating/not being partners was possibly to probably always on the table but her having no interaction with Yang instead of co-parenting or non primary caregiver? The disagreement over Ozpin with Qrow being Ozpin's man, Summer being a trusted agent until she suddenly stopped, and Taiyang (??? If he's done or doing anything for Oz but the fact the team being torn apart was specifically done by Raven is a bit telling to my mind given the cultist vibe with Ozpin. Has Raven made mistakes - yes. Drawing a line with Oz I suspect won't be one of them). If Ozpin made her and Qrow keys to the Vault without telling her and she only found out after she had Yang who would thus have hostage situation written on her forehead if it ever came out? Cause. If Raven was giving a Gretchen Spring Maiden sanctuary and lying that she had no clue where Gretchen was when everyone knows she had a bond to the girl (see speculation about Gretchen being the person the other side of the portal) - that could really tear a team apart. Summer joining Salem tips the collateral from the War in abstract to specifically Oz. Qrow wasn't around as much as he was needed because working for Oz as a spy. Taiyang... I have opinions about Taiyang but he's divisive so skipping over the past to volume 4. Port and Oobleck ask if he'll go after Ruby. IE - things aren't so bad that he can't. He says he's looking after "Things" as to why he hasn't. Yang takes things to mean her. If Things were actually the Vault... Taiyang is forced to let his barely recovered to "stable-ish" with a new prosthetic arm eldest daughter go after RWBY to guard the Vault. To do so even when the world congregates in Vacuo for a fight, even after his daughters presumably died in that fight. This gets WORSE if Qrow and Raven are additional keys to the Vault because he's superfluous in a way he isn't if Cinder having the Maiden powers means the only defenses left are him and secrecy. Which he wouldn't know because Oz is synonymous with self decorating secrecy. Yang is left taking care of Ruby in the ashes of team STRQ which are directly traceable to Oz.

Mistral heritage but not majority raised within

And that's all I got. Is there anything you'd like to add or disagree with?

yang's and cinder's recoveries in V4 are inverses of each other: watts and tyrian needle cinder mercilessly but salem tells them to cut it out while praising cinder to high heavens / port and oobleck give yang the patience and compassion she needs to feel comfortable expressing her feelings in spite of tai's very harsh "tough love" approach. there is also overt mirroring between cinder+salem vs yang+tai on at least two occasions off the top of my head:

<- these are non-arbitrary, with the first reflection being tai finally giving yang information about raven (which she's desperately wanted and been denied for years) vs cinder desperately wanting salem to do something that will fix the Ruby Problem and salem er, not doing that; and the second occurs after both tai and salem talk about yang's and cinder's failings before offering a hand, with the reversal being that tai faults yang and salem faults herself.

which suggests an interesting contrast between taiyang and salem in that he says he needs to take care of some stuff (implicitly, yang) and that's why he hasn't gone after ruby (implicitly, yet) but then after "some stuff" leaves he just… continues to stay home, versus salem talking a big game about leaving cinder to "toil in her isolation" for all of five minutes before dropping everything to rush to atlas with an army of grimm after finding out where cinder will be and that ozpin is back. what it means depends a bit on why tai is still hanging around patch but it's. something i ponder now and then. words vs deeds.

here's the og branwen keys theory, for posterity. i stand by it, although i think if ozpin did this he probably did not let the twins in on that detail and raven maybe figured it out herself—which would widen the fissure between her and ozpin in a big way and also makes sense as something she wouldn't dare tell anyone, because if salem finds out it paints a target on both her back and qrow's (and qrow is frankly not great at keeping secrets from family, even sober).

(regarding fenghuang, this is silly and not really textually relevant i just cannot let it pass without noting the minor detail that, bc raven has custody, tdt/burnt roses!yang's full name is yangwu branwen. for bird mcbird reasons.)

there is i think also something to the comparison between cinder's life in the glass unicorn and yang's childhood in that—while cinder's situation was certainly far more extreme—on the one hand, we have a young girl enslaved and forced to wait on her abusers hand and foot while the closets thing she has to a real parent trains her to fight in secret but otherwise doesn't lift a finger to help her, and on the other we have a young girl essentially co-parenting her younger sister while her mother watches over her as a bird which probably did keep yang safer than she would have been otherwise (<- i do not for a second believe raven wasn't in the regular habit of killing grimm who got too close to the cabin while tai was away) but is also equally if not more inadequate than how rhodes handled cinder.

if i'm right that summer is the stepmother in the cinderella narrative then yang's contextual role as one of the stepsisters is also complicated in an interesting way by summer being her stepmother too (esp. in conjunction with tai's favoritism of ruby and parentification of yang) and the multiple layers of twistiness rwby brings to the "evil stepmother" trope. though it remains to be seen exactly how that will shake out. (& as always i'm obsessed with the likelihood that summer has known cinder longer than she knew either of her actual daughters.)

i do question what tai is still doing in patch and if he actually has some sort of job that he's doing as opposed to perhaps being—similar to raven—soured on ozpin altogether and determined to stay out of it. it's definitely made clear that raven leaving and then losing summer too broke something in him and, while he was evidently involved with ozpin's circle before summer disappeared, no one connected to ozpin or salem has mentioned him in the present aside from the dig raven makes about him trusting ozpin Before. i wouldn't be… surprised if he's just been carrying on teaching at signal and refusing to get sucked back in to the vortex.

(<- & if that's the case his extreme passivity would also be in juxtaposition with salem)

this is all sort of scattershot but there's a lot of emotional and thematic confluences to chew on. i also think it's interesting that salem's quasi-familial relationship with cinder frequently is mirrored by or juxtaposed with father-daughter relationships (tai and yang, pietro and penny, ironwood as a surrogate fatherly figure to winter) given salem's own parental situation (mother dead in childbirth + abusive father who, reading between the lines of the fairytale, treated her like a replacement for her mother when he wasn't locking her away to punish her for 'killing' her mother) and consistent prioritization of cinder over her own plans. to the point that i sort of wonder if a conscious desire to not be her father plays into salem's decision-making wrt cinder in V8 at all

[jeudibeudibea]

howdy pardners, allow me to nerd out bigtime for you all.

i finally (mostly) finished the designs of my clone trooper OCs. i present to you Dorn Squad, of the 107th Special Tactics Division!

these guys are based off of old lego clone characters i had growing up :) i started writing a fanfic some time in middle school but sadly permanently deleted it, never to be seen again, so all of their original names and identifications were gone, as well as the tales of their and their Jedi companions' adventures! as far as i remember, they spent most of the war hot on the trail of a mysterious lightsaber-wielding rogue agent, who wanted nothing to do with either the Republic or Separatists, but was considered a threat to the GAR's operations. or, rather, Palpatine's grand plan.

in order from left to right, top to bottom:

officers: Captain Decker (CT-4303), Lieutenant Cooper (CT-3366), Sergeant Moor (CT-7983)

NCOs: Corporal Spring (CT-4937), Corporal Drift (CT-8731)

Troopers: Private Tene (CT-2859), Private Bale (CT-1195), Private Coil (CT-6378), and a basic Teal Company grunt design.

i will follow this up with the additional designs and a lore post for these particular characters soon :)

here is the colour palette so far (minus the greys and blacks):

i know the blue is pretty similar to Howzer's troops from The Bad Batch, and i tried to make it a bit distinct from that. Howzer's blue is a bit more saturated and slightly less green, from what i can tell. overall, though, i like the slightly desaturated accent colours! i think they turned out well and still work great together.

i didn't have much of a reason behind the first designs, which is why some are far simpler than others. i didn't actually start out making these for specific clones, i just was drawing helmets lol, but i revisited them a few days ago and started assigning them to the squad, and changed the designs somewhat to fit their personalities :)

i always liked the endless possibilities of characterising clones through their armour designs ever since i noticed Echo and Fives (RIP my boy) each had little Z-6 rotary cannon drawings with "For Hevy" on their Phase I 501st armour, and Waxer (RIP) had a drawing of Numa on his helmet. the state of their armours kinda say a lot about them individually, and makes it all the more sad when they erase all of it come time of the Empire (and TRAGIC when they regain control of their own minds and start to question Order 66).

idk, i like them so far! i have to actually do another squad from the 107th, Ash Squad of Grek Company (these guys are green lol i like to mismatch my legion colours). and then i will complete the profiles of the helmets, and start working on the armour designs as well!!!

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: Mother Russia’s Finest

Zarya would be lying if she said she didn’t have mixed feelings about this current moment and time she was experiencing right now. Standing in some luxury penthouse bedroom in an outfit that quite frankly wouldn’t look out place on a run of the mill hooker working on a street corner. Looking herself over in the mirror,she had to admit it wasn't something she was usually comfy with wearing but she couldn't help but bite her lip sensually as her own reflection. Damn if she felt and looked sexy as all hell and the thought of what she'd be doing in this room in a moments time was making her tingly in all the right places. A surge of anticipation running up along her spine as she felt her cameltoe twitch and pulse, liquid pleasure threatening to flow and run down along her powerful meaty thighs thinking of what was to commence within this room. It was all so surreal, she was the pride of her homeland,a top ranked spec ops agent for dealing with threats terrestrial and extraterrestrial. Yet here she was on behalf of a favour to a co-worker’s wife as her thoughts were broken from hearing footsteps and muffled voices drawing in closer and closer to the door. Doing her best to make herself look sexy as she did a pose like for a pinup photo shoot and flexing for a bodybuilder contest. The door opening to reveal a certain Blonde bombshell and her compact husband entering.

18:trust me babe,this anniversary gift you are just gonna love.*her tone playful,teasing and seductive eeben while sincere,as she guided Krillin to the bedroom of the penthouse suite Bulma so generously rented for them. Taking delight in his expression at what he saw before him,the sight of Zarya,one of his co-workers from the SCPD spec ops division,dressed and done up like a whore.* zarya:*clears her throat as she more or less got into character,that exotic accent of hers adding some sensual spice* Good evening to you,handsome sir. Your lovely wife has brought here to fulfill your every need and desire.*biting her lip sensually at finding herself falling so easily into character,looking him over from hesd to toe* krillin:*jaw dropped,seeing zarya all like this,unable to say anything,leaving him wide open to 18 suddenly undoing his fly as she whipped out his cock for Zarya’s viewing pleasure* zarya:*bites her lip sensually at seeing dick in the naked flesh*oh my,she told me Yiu were very well endowed but this is something else for sure…. 18:she’s all yours handsome,remember no condoms,feel free to ehr romantic and there’s plenty of lube in the drawer if you need it*giving her man a peck kn the cheek as went and parked herself on a couch a few feet away from the bed,crossing her legs as she prepared to enjoy the show set to transpire.*

shaking his head as he got over his shock, Krillin rolled his eyes as he realised that once again, his kinky wife had gone out of his way to get laid with another woman. Well he would be lying if he was asked he’d thought of zarya in such ways and said no. The woman was a phsyical work of art, okay sure there were a lot of guys who said they weren’t into muscular women. But for a guy like Krillin, the amazonian beauty in women like Zarya was Something to behold, the curves and tits and ass of a pornstar combined with the powerful physique of a classical sculpture, as he made his way over to her. Her hooker outfit soon commando as she sensually grinned,blushjng as she peeled off her panties, leaving his five foot frame face level with her smooth, pretty pussy. To which he pressed his fsceace to as he began to kiss her slit, eating her out as zarya threw back her head to moan,clutching that smooth dome of his as her 6 foot 5 muscular form began to quiver and perspire. 18 licking her lips as she knew she was in for a good time,nothing was more erotic than when her man rolled with the momentum and seize initiative. Shamelessly pleasuring herself as she stripped herself naked, looking on as Zarya laid on the bed in the nude with Krillin. The exotic foreign muscle vixen holding him upside down as she suffocated herself on his cock, deepthroating him with abandon as her lips kissed his balls and his abs, neck bulging from his length sand girth while he held her hips in his grasp as he ate and made out with her pussy. Drinking up her nectar as it dazzled his tastebuds on his tongue, and this was just the foreplay.

Zarya:oooooh fuuuuuck me yes yes yes!! Harder!, ahn fuck me zaika!! *calling Krillin her native tonfue’s word for rabbit or or bunny,as she laid on her back on the bed. Moaning wantonly as she held Krillin atop her,his hips bucking and plowing her in the classic missionary position. Her powerful legs wrapped around his compact Herculean body as he mad her become acquainted his sexual prowess first hand. Proving the wet dreams she’d been having of her co-worker had nothing on the real deal.* 18:*licked her lips and sensually bit her lip as she juggled her tits in one hand and plowed a warrior monk dildo into her pussy. This was the sort of encounter where nothing less than just watching her man fuck a woman all day and night until that alpha male clock and those heavy balls were fully drained and emptied with satisfaction. Knowing thst zarya would be left in a sweaty heap in the remains of a bed, her holes overflowing with excess jizz. Falling in love with her man all oer again at seeing the expression on his face. The look o man who tapped into that part of his brain, a caveman who was being countered by a bitch jn heat that desired to bare his seed.*

Zarya of course made sure 18 was getting her figurative money’s worth, so glad she hadn’t had any second thoughts about when the woman approached her,requesting her to be her husband’s “anniversary gift”. One of those quirky,kinky little traditions and surprises she did for him whenever the chance and opportunity presented themselves. The 6 foot 5 Amazon riding him in ro foreard and reverse cowgirl,showing off her thicc,curvy muscular form,posing for his pleasure as she flexed her muscles. Biceps swelling,triceps rippling, as he massaged her mesty abs,hips and thighs. Which made for a delight contrast with her plump,meaty tips and ass jiggling and bouncing, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Drooling as she howled with deep throated moans and gasps, especially when she found herself on her hands and knees as her horny little zaika plowed her like the butch in heat she was reduced to. Eeping in delight when he would smack her ass,leaving the red sting of his palm marks on those meat buns. But of course Krillin was a thorough compact stud whi aimed to not only wreck and stuff the muscular hottie’s womb but also her ass and that dirty mouth of hers. From facefucking her as her head hung off the edge of the bed,tomkayinf soo her prone bone as he jackhammered her glorious ass with erotic intentions. The only orgasms she could meep track and count of being his,the delicious thrill when his dick erupted with his baby batter a sensation her brain didn’t become tire of, as the 6’5” Amazon the 5 foot short king went at it all day,long into the night.

come sunrise,the cries and echoes of their grunts and moans of passion were still going on,the bed was trashed,the scent of sweat and sex in the air. 18 hugging her man from behind,kissing him as she long since cast aside voyeurism to finally join in. Her blue eyes a king delight in seeing zarya pressed up against the wall. His hands grasping her ass as she had powerful arms and megs wrapped around her stud fox short king. Tongue out,drooling as her brain was fucked to the point of briefly stuck in butch jn heat mode,pink hesrts glowing in her eyes as the cyborg knew for certain,once again another fine hot piece of ass had fallen under the Krillin effect. How sweet it is….

[marta-bee]

News of the Day 6/24/25: The Constitutional Compact

It's an interesting question (in theory). Essentially: Sanford Levinson (law professor) argues America was built on secession and there's nothing inherently wrong with states leaving the union even now. Tarance Ray (a journalist) says it would break working class solidarity and make it harder to fight climate change in a connected world.

My thoughts: It's a fun thought experiment (and to be clear, this is just that, I don't see anyone pushing for an actual dissolution. But it's an idea I've heard before, usually thrown at those stupid rednecks "who cling to their guns and religion" (usually Southern, but not always), wouldn't we all be better off if we just cut ourselves free of them? It wouldn't work of course, because our political division just doesn't break down along state lines. Look at the 2024 presidential results, if you can bare it; setting aside DC, only one state had more than 70% voting for either candidate, and only 13 had more than 60%. That leaves a whole lot of people "behind enemy lines," as it were.

For the record? Those stupid southern Rednecks look a lot like me, and a lot of them are fighting hard to fix this mess.

The more interesting and new question for me is, is the current US government seceding from us? I don't just mean at the level of Government 101 concepts: rule of law, judicial review, federalism, all that. Trump recently talked of "liberating" blue states and cities from their duly-elected governments. He's also trying to wind down FEMA, dismantling the Department of Education, and just generally not treating states and cities that resist his administration like full constituents. We're not quite to the reverse-constituents, but it's hard to look around and wonder where we draw that line.

The good news? People are pushing back, and -- for now, partially and imperfectly -- it's still working. One example:

How we got here is the question of the day, but even so, we're not kicked yet. Nolite bastardes etc. etc.

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[spiderspatch]

ahhh im currently in the process of developing my splatoon ocs ! the ones i've given the most attention are my two octo expansion ones, who unfortunately i haven't named yet because i couldn't come up with anything ;-;

they're two octoling siblings, one is around 15 (he/him) and the other around 20 (they/them + neos i haven't picked out for them yet). the younger brother admires his older sibling, who was in the octarian army under octavio, a lot, to the point that he joined up as soon as he could to be just like them. the two end up falling down into the deepsea metro along with the rest of their division and become separated from the group, and are actually pretty successful with the tasks and make it to the ""promised land"" and the rest of their story details delve into octo expansion spoilers that i dont know if anyone wants to hear, but the important part is that the older sibling in a panic betrays their little brother, but then is accidentally sanitized immediately after, and since their brother can't bring himself to abandon them even after a betrayal, he ends up having to take the leader role for the first time and guide them both to safety as the elder isnt in a fit state to do much at the moment. the two meet up with the rest of my (slightly less developed) ocs once they reach the surface.

neither of the two are "my agent 8" as i don't really have an agent 8 oc yet since i haven't played through octo expansion yet and i'd like to do that before coming up with my agent. get to know them and all. so my so far undeveloped 8 is in the background somewhere during all this doing agent 8 activities.

the rest of my guys are two neo 3's (one of which gets fuzzed immediately and so the second has to pick up their mantle against their will), smallfry (smallfry), and a salmonid oc who i think is an ex-stinger who had to retire due to injury. he took in my two neo 3's and smallfry and the four of them were a little unit before the events of ROTM happened and one of the neo 3's got fuzzed. the one who gets fuzzed is an inkling, and the one who survives is either an octoling or an inkoctoling as i'm tempted to make them one, but im like scared because i still have a little voice in my head telling me thats "cringe" against my wishes.

i've drawn the octoling siblings once and they turned out like this: (younger on the left, older on the right)

i don't think this is actually how they look in my mind anymore. i drew these at work between rushes so i need to nail their designs down better when i have the chance. like some key features are there but i need to give them a proper go at some point.

i drew fuzzed neo 3 once but i don't have a photo of them on hand right now and i'm sleepy. the rest of them i'm yet to draw anything of unfortunately

I always think community posts are fun and I don't see enough of them in the Splatoon corner so i'm just doing it myself now.

Reblog this and show (or talk about) your OC either by adding to the post or by replying! I want peeps to share their OCs and also to see other people's cool OCs!

(If you have many and can't choose, pick the most recent one!)

[pluckyredhead]

You have been posting intriguing things about Big Bad Wolf, and I always love a rec, especially when I'm having a rough year for books! If you care to, I'd love to hear what draws you to the books.

Ahhhh I'm obsessed with them!

Okay so Big Bad Wolf by Charlie Adhara is a series of five M/M paranormal romance procedurals, all about the same couple, Cooper and Park, and the first book is The Wolf at the Door.

Basically, Cooper Dayton is an FBI agent who right before the series begins is nearly killed by a werewolf, and that's how he learns that werewolves are real. So he gets transferred to the super secret werewolf division of the FBI (the BIA), and in the first book he's assigned to catch what appears to be a werewolf serial killer with a werewolf agent named Oliver Park. Full "oh no he's hot!!!" reaction goes here. Cooper is very very very bad at relying on anyone else or needing help but he and Park eventually figure out how to work together and also hook up a bunch of times before they eventually catch the serial killer. The rest of the series follows the development of their relationship as they solve various other werewolf-related murders.

I read the entire series in less than two weeks and it only took that long because once I got to the last book I drew it out because I didn't want it to be over that fast. And then I reread them all immediately.

Anyway! You wanted to know why I like them:

THE ROMANCE. I am not usually an established relationship gal but watching these two grow as individuals and as a couple is so rewarding. They both have significant issues (the first couple of books make it seem like Cooper's a mess and Park is perfect, but that's just because Park is very good at masking - he is actually even more of a mess than Cooper), but they grow so much as the series goes along. The conversations they have about their issues and their relationship in Book 4 are 100% not conversations they could have had in Book 2. It helps that they are both in their mid- to late-30s and like, they know who they are, and they are working very very hard to be better for each other. I'M SO PROUD OF THEM.

This is still on the romance part, but: also they genuinely LIKE each other. Like in Book 4 they have to go undercover at a couples' counseling retreat (for werewolves, obviously) and I'm like "How does anyone here think you guys are having relationship issues. You are BEST FRIENDS. Disgusting."

I specified that they are also procedurals because they are genuinely good mysteries! Sometimes when books combine genres it's sort of half romance and half mystery and not enough of either to be satisfying. These are ALL romance but they are also ALL mystery and Cooper is a very good detective. (Park is a pretty good detective but mostly he's great at biting people.)

They are extremely funny. Again, they like each other so much and this most often manifests in literally constant A+ banter. You know how I feel about banter!

The sex scenes are...chef's kiss. It's like Adhara was running down a list of my favorite tropes.

Anyway I HIGHLY recommend them and if you read them please come sit by me so we can talk about them thank you!!!

[emergencypunter]

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[radiant-reid]

Unbelievable but verified

this facial expression in this gif ahkbcjskn

Summary: The BAU's newest member comes prepared to join the team with a tiny crush on the man who wrote her three favorite thesis papers.

seasons like 1-2 and the reader is a new member who is a SUPER fan of Spencer’s published work and just fangirls when meeting him. Season 1 Spencer is all shy and super honored over it and the team is so shook that a really attractive girl is extremely interested in Reid. Anyways it’s super fluffy/romantic and they bond over their mutual likings. I just want baby Spencer to be fawned over 😩

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff !!)

Content Warning: a little mention of self doubt from baby Spencer

Word Count: 3.1k

Masterlist

The BAU was where Y/n always wanted to end up working. It was where she thought she could do the most good and where she could help the most people.

That was why, when there was an opportunity for Y/n to transfer to the BAU from the white-collar crime division, she took it. Her first day was filled with nerves, trying to pick the right outfit, making sure she had enough personal effects to look like she fit in, but not too many to ensure they didn't think she was childish. Her lattermost worry was alleviated when she was introduced to Penelope Garcia after Hotch greeted her at the top of the elevator.

Penelope insisted that Hotch left Y/n with her so the new agent could be shown around by 'the lady who knows the most.' The first part of the tour was Penelope's desk, littered with brightly colored toys that made Y/n feel less silly for bringing her glittery painted pens.

Once they were out in the corridor, she met Morgan. "Chocolate Thunder, this is-"

Morgan cut her off, flashing Y/n a bright smile as he shook her hand. "Y/n L/n." He finished the introduction himself, making her blush slightly. "I've heard excellent things."

"Derek will flirt with you," Penelope informed her. "Just ignore him." Y/n nodded at that with a giggle, feeling much more relaxed now that she'd met a few of them.

Morgan wrapped his arm around Penelope's shoulder. "Aww, baby girl, you'll always be my number one." He assured her.

The two of them were easy to talk to, standing together near Y/n's new desk. "Here come the other fabulous ladies of the BAU," Penelope said, waving to JJ and Elle, who had just walked through the big glass doors.

"Hi." Y/n introduced herself, shaking their hands with a smile. "I'm Y/n L/n."

Elle smiled back at her while they shook hands. "Elle Greenaway." Y/n already desperately wanted to be her friend. She oozed badass energy.

"Jennifer Jareau, but everyone calls me JJ." JJ introduced herself. "I'm the media liaison." Although she was petite, Y/n would bet she could shut down prying journalists with a single look.

Y/n nodded at that, repeating the names in her head as to not forget them. The last thing she wanted to do was mess up on her first day. They did seem to like her, as far as she could tell. She immediately felt like part of the team, sitting with them around her desk, as they asked her about herself and shared stories.

They'd only been talking for a few minutes before Gideon flung open the glass doors on a beeline to his office. "Gideon, this is the new agent. L/n." Morgan called out while he was walking up the stairs.

Briefly, Gideon turned to look at her, politely smiling as he walked. "Good to have you on the team." He called out, almost at his office door.

Y/n waited until he shut his office door before asking the question. "Is he always-" Before she could finish, they were all nodding.

"It's not personal," Elle added comfortingly, although Y/n didn't think it was.

"Pretty boy." Morgan sing-songed, drawing their attention away from Gideon's closed office door.

There he stood. Doctor Spencer Reid, the team member Y/n was most nervous about meeting, dressed in a light blue shirt, patterned tie, woolen cardigan with a brown leather satchel over his shoulder. His gaze was flicking between her, being someone he didn't know, and Morgan, who was most likely about to tease him-judging by his tone.

She hadn't expected him to be so handsome, not that she spent a lot of time thinking about him... because that would be weird. Maybe it was because the guys in her chemistry class at college weren't attractive. His brain, however, intrigued her more. She'd heard countless stories about the prodigy and all the things his mind was capable of. Even better, she felt as though she'd been invited to look around Spencer's mind. The lucky feeling that she knew an intimate part of his thinking, more fortunate due to the fact he had three PhDs to his name, each with an accompanying thesis paper for her to read cover to cover.

But his pronounced cheekbones, sharp jawline, button nose, straight pushed-back hair only made him more appealing and further piqued her interest. The beauty or brains debate did not apply to Spencer. There was no need to dispute which one was more important because he had both. And in spades.

Was it possible to fall in love with someone in a few seconds? Although, it wouldn't be a few seconds when she'd been reading his works for almost a decade.

Y/n was drawn back to reality by Morgan continuing what he was saying. "Coming in late because you got lucky last night?" He questioned with a smirk.

Spencer blushed, bright red, as he walked over to his desk, sitting his stuff down. "N-no."

"Leave him alone." Elle playfully stopped Morgan's teasing, hitting him on the shoulder. Protective over Spencer, Y/n noticed. "This is Y/n L/n, the new agent." She introduced them.

Spencer offered her a cute wave. "Hi." His voice was meek, but his smile looked genuine. "I'm Spencer Reid."

Y/n knew much more than that, but she wasn't about to declare herself a creepy, obsessive stalker. "Nice to meet you." She settled on.

There wasn't any more time to talk, much to her disappointment, before they got pulled away for a case. It was odd to see Spencer so shy when she knew how incredible his brain was. She would have understood but disliked if he was cocky, but she knew he wouldn't have people questioning his intelligence if he was a little more confident.

Infatuated would aptly explain how she felt about him. Charmed by everything about him. It made coming to work every day feel like a treat. The problem was, she wasn't sure Spencer even liked her as a colleague. She understood he was standoffish, but she felt she hadn't made a good impression.

The nagging question, ingrained in her brain for three months, was why she found herself cornering him in the kitchenette. It wasn't difficult to find a time to do it when the man drank about ten cups of coffee a day.

"Hey, um, I need to ask you something..." Y/n trailed off, resting against the countertop before shifting when she thought she looked gauche.

Spencer turned to her with a frown, holding his mug in his hand. "Oh?" She hated that she made him that nervous when all she wanted was wanted to be his friend.

"Did I, like, do something to upset you or... annoy you?" She asked, quickly following it up with another statement. "Not that you are under any obligation to be kind to me. I just wouldn't want to have irritated you." She could barely look at him, awkwardly playing with her fingers.

He was quickly shaking her head, providing a wave of reassurance. "N-no, I'm sorry I, uh, made you feel like that." He stated, adjusting his mug in his grip more than was necessary. "You hav-haven't done anything wrong."

"Are you sure?" Y/n asked, balancing on the fine line of being too pesky and doubtful of his assurance. Spencer nodded, his hair bouncing up and down as he did. She was about to turn back around to go to her desk when she thought of something else. Maybe it was her curiosity to get to know him in person, but it had her asking the question. "Do you know Doctor Gordon?"

Frowning, he moved his coffee cup slightly away from his lips. He felt startled when he heard the mention of what was apparently a mutual connection between them. "Yeah, he was a professor of mine at Cal-tec when I got my first doctorate. Why?"

"He taught my freshman-year statistics class at USC," Y/n answered, unable to stop her praise once it started. "I hated the course, but he would always tell us anecdotes about you." Spencer quickly went red. He never saw himself as the type of person someone would remember, but he'd left an impression on her. Someone as pretty, kind, witty, and clever as Y/n. Now he was standing there, listening to her ramble about how great he was, and he was struggling to believe it was real. "He was actually the reason why I started reading anything and everything that you wrote. I might have failed to learn anything about statistical inference, but I literally read your thesis before I went to bed every night."

Stunned, Spencer was. Totally astonished that she already knew who he was. He knew he didn't have normal fans, but Y/n wasn't odd in a psychopathic killer type of way. She was naturally the type of different other people strived for. "R-really?" He nervously stuttered out, blushing bright red.

"Sorry, that was so stalkerish." Y/n immediately felt ashamed about it, wanting nothing more than to travel back in time and stop herself from declaring her obsession with him. "I just- I really love how you write." Mental facepalm.

"No, it's not," Spencer replied a bit too quickly. "I'm, uh, fl-flattered, really. Thank you." Being noticed like that was something he usually wasn't comfortable about- the news articles about his accomplishments were always coupled with pictures of him awkwardly smiling- but when she did it, he couldn't help smiling.

Nodding, Y/n decided she better end the conversation before she had the urge to say something creepy. "I'm gonna, uh, go." She awkwardly said, even more awkwardly gesturing to her desk with her thumb. She couldn't believe how weird she was around him.

Spencer was left blinking forcefully, trying to determine whether what happened actually just happened. He wasn't sure how long he thought about it, but Morgan patting him on the shoulder pulled his attention from his racing thoughts.

"What did she say to have you blushing so much?" Morgan asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

Spencer couldn't help but shyly smile as he replayed the conversation in his head. "She read my work." He replied, quickly realizing how weird it was to say aloud.

"L/n read some nerdy science papers?" He asked in just as much disbelief.

More prideful than he'd ever been, Spencer nodded. "That's what she said."

"So she's incredibly pretty, and she's read all of your geeky academic stuff?" Morgan rhetorically asked.

Spencer's heart sunk. He knew she was unmistakably pretty. The type of pretty he didn't know how someone who knew who he was could be. Her attractiveness, he found out while they worked cases, was matched by her intelligence. And now that he knew she was interested in him, he definitely felt more in love with her.

The problem was Morgan was interested in her. Having seen the way he charmed seemingly every woman, Spencer knew he stood no chance. He'd read enough about the better lives conventionally attractive people had. He didn't hate the player, but he really hated the game.

It was why Morgan's following statement almost made him spit out his coffee. "You're a lucky man."

Clearing his throat, Spencer tried to make sure the proper connection in his head had been made. "I-I'm a what?"

"She's obviously very into you," Morgan informed him, resting his weight against the counter as he looked at the newest member of the team. If Spencer was astounded Y/n was a fan, the latest information made his eyes pop out of his head. "Come on, she came over here to gush about you. Go ask her out." Morgan prompted him.

That was not something he wanted to do. Spencer was already blushing and feeling awkward talking about Y/n, if he had to talk to her, he wasn't sure what he would do.

So, he found himself shaking his head. "No, I c-can't."

"Just ask her to get a cup of coffee or something," Morgan suggested, immediately seeing Spencer needed more reassurance. "You've got lots in common, so talk to her about some of that weird sciency stuff, and you'll be fine."

Spencer gulped, not sure if he was going to be able to do it but agreeing nonetheless. Surely if she complimented him, she at least wanted to be friends.

It wasn't until they were returning to Quantico at 10 in the morning that he asked. The case wasn't as rough as usual, they'd all managed to sleep on the jet, and Hotch was letting them have the rest of the day off. It couldn't have been better circumstances, especially because she quoted one of the statistics he used in his chemistry thesis paper. At first, he thought it was an accident, but the small smile she flashed him told a different story.

"Y/n, w-wait!" Spencer called, all but sprinting after her as she made her way to the elevator. She turned to look at him with the same smile he'd grown addicted to. It made him feel warm and new. "Do you, um, m-maybe want to go get coffee?" He asked, quickly worrying it was too forward. "No pr-pressure though, if you don't want to or you, uh, had somewhere else to be."

Y/n nodded, the affirmation stopping Spencer's nervous readjustments of his satchel strap. "I'd love to."

"O-okay, cool. I know this good place nearby." Spencer shyly suggested, letting her get in the elevator first. He could feel himself rocking on his heels, but he couldn't stop it.

Thankfully, Y/n filled in the conversation, quickly asking him questions about his research. "I just have to know, how did you do the mathematical equation on the ninth page of your Engineering thesis?" She asked.

"You know the contents on each page?" Spencer asked, his eyebrows furrowed and his tongue darting over his parted lips.

Bashfully, Y/n smiled at him, realizing she'd revealed the full extent of her knowledge about him. "Sorry, I know that's really weird." She cringed, hoping he wasn't about to go back to the BAU and tell her new friends that she was odd. "I don't have an eidetic memory or anything, but I've just read them a lot. Which, now that I'm telling you that, I can tell it's making you very uncomfortable." She hated that she'd made Spencer blush bright red again, mostly because she looked up to him for so long.

"No, it's not," Spencer assured her, seeing her get worried. "It's actually, uh... flattering." It took him a while to find the right word. "No one has ever thought about me that way." He admitted. It was nice, though, having someone like her recognize his achievements. Almost everyone was floored by them, complimenting him on his skill, but very few people had actually read what he'd written in order to acquire his PhDs.

Y/n's mouth dropped wide open. "Why not?" She asked, adding reason to her own question. "They should because you absolutely have a way with words." She informed him, physically unable to stop the gushing. "It's so easy to visualize what you're thinking. I've always found it like seeing the world your way, which is an awkward thing to be telling you."

"Thank you, really." Spencer knew there must have been something better to say, but that was all he could come up with.

"I can't stop now, so I'm just going to tell you this. Also, because you don't seem to be running away from me." Y/n awkwardly laughed before letting her final secret slip. Spencer nodded.

He was half listening but mostly wondering if she knew how beautiful she was. The way her eyes glistened as she talked like it was the most important thing in the world. She was captivating too: confident like she could talk to a room full of people, and they'd hang off every word. Most of all, he couldn't believe that out of everyone she could talk to, she chose to talk to him.

"You are actually, kind of, most definitely, the reason I did a chemistry degree." She admitted, biting her bottom lip. "I was undecided on my major. Professor Gordon talked about you and how you'd just finished your Chemistry doctorate." She recounted. "I read the thesis in one sitting that night and went to the dean the next day."

How he was even more stunned by her, he didn't know. "I, uh, don't know what to say." Spencer realized, far past blushing. Being the center of attention he'd grown to dislike-mostly because it usually meant people were laughing at him- but being the center of her attention made him melt.

"Sorry." Y/n apologized, trying to soften the forwardness with a smile. "I tend to overshare or, in this case, spill my deep dark secrets to my college crush."

With every word she spoke, he was less and less shocked. Still, the same warmth bubbled inside him. "Your co-college crush?" He repeated, unsure of if he'd made it up or not.

Shyly smiling, she nodded. "My friends teased me about it. You know, because I had no idea who you ever were." She could still remember the laughs the girls had over it, all in good faith, when they found the stack of printed paper dedicated to Spencer.

"I think it's cute," Spencer said without hesitation. It was the first thing that popped into his brain.

Maybe he was being bold because her behavior, something he trusted himself to accurately read, showed him she liked him. Somehow, someone he'd only known for mere months made him feel comfortable, safe, and treasured. She held all the power, yet she used it to make him feel adored. He was thoroughly convinced that people like her were what the world needed more of. Uplifters who made anyone feel like they were the most valued person in the world with just a smile.

It was Y/n who had filled him with enough confidence to ask her out. "Is there, uh, any chance you'd like t-to do this again... like as a date?" Spencer nervously asked, although he mostly believed she would agree.

Y/n was elated, but not just by his offer. By the fact he seemed to be acting like he was as wonderful as she'd known he was since she was 18. "Yes, please. I'd love that."

Spencer nodded, remembering the question she's asked when the conversation started. "I can show you how the equation works." He told her while taking out his notebook and pen. "It's pretty simple, really."

Y/n scoffed jokingly at him, moving to sit next to him, so her face was a few inches from his. She was so close that Spencer could smell every note in her perfume. "I doubt it, but I know you're good at explaining things."

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May I uhhhhhh [bangs on some flipped over pans and sends my cheap plastic sunglasses flying] interest you in more agent feelings?

Aka, I finished Chapter 2, time for Tyr to start his habit of not working through all of his feelings!!! [F]. (Spoiler alert, he’s still not sure what the hell happened in this conversation.)

Cipher Nine checks in with the Minister following the conclusion of the SIS investigation. They’ve got ten minutes.

Spoilers for those of you who haven’t done IA bc this builds on Chapter 1 things, and only warnings for this one are some (surprisingly, given the circumstances) mild swearing and mentions of brainwashing/mind control.

(The spoilers start like, instantly, so enjoy a really early cut for this one lol)

“Broadcast mode: white noise for ten minutes. Then leave.” The Minister frowned as his arms folded neatly behind his back. There might’ve been a time Cipher Nine would have teased that it’d draw deeper, more permanent lines across the man’s face if he kept it up.

But he braced. And he met the Cipher’s gaze unflinchingly. “I preface with this: I know about the stolen files, I knew about your keyword, and I approved it. If I hadn’t, you’d be dead.” He paused a moment, gauging the stillness of the operative watching him with steeled eyes. No reaction. “The Dark Council was not as pleased with the outcome of the Dominator. I warned you there was only so much I could do to protect you. If you have anything you want to get off your chest, Nine, now is your time.”

A bark of dry laughter shook out of Cipher Nine. Fight, flight, observe - a mess of jumbled signals sparking and spluttering, wires crossing, too much information and too little time. His hands flexed briefly into fists before one raced up to drag across his jaw. “I put that much together, Minister.”

A growl of frustration broke his lips as he shook his head. Restlessly, he paced the length of Keeper’s desk - more akin to a caged Tukata than the calculated young officer he’d sent to Hutta. “Their little stunt nearly compromised the whole mission!”

“Report, Cipher Nine.”

Nine huffed, but stilled back in place across from the Minister. “Imperial codes, Imperial brainwashing, yet a Republic SIS agent held my leash. Fine. I searched the records. I orchestrated the blackout. How the hell does that happen?”

That frown only deepened. As if being Keeper of Operations Division hadn’t been enough on the poor bastard, now they had a war on their hands. “A fantastic question,” he drawled. “The Shadow Arsenal destroyed. Ardun Kothe’s shuttle recovered with no record of this weapons cache in its logs. No recoverable evidence that your ‘codename Hunter’ even exists.”

“Are you implying something, Sir?” Nine’s eyes hardened like the Hoth ice fields. Then he blinked and puffed out a breath with another shake of his head. One hand came up to his temple briefly. “I’m… sorry, Sir. Out of line.”

“Cipher.” Nine cleared his throat and settled back into parade rest. “I believe you. And that’s why I need you back in the field.”

There wasn’t enough time to afford extensive recovery from even the physical strain of such an extensive operation, to say nothing of the psychological distress. Even now, he wouldn’t admit it. Nothing was physically holding him back and they had the privacy.

He had an operative run ragged. But this had started with him. To reassign this to someone else would likely only bog him down in wartime operations - equally no time for proper turnaround, not with the Citadel under nigh-on constant operations as they already were.

This was the best outlet he could provide under the circumstances. And it was a bloody shame.

“Sir?” Nine cocked his head inquisitively.

“The trail isn’t as cold as you might think. I’m sending you to the Isen Four Mining Colony. I believe you’ll find this of interest.” They turned to the droid as the Minister played back the surrender notice from the Colony.

Nine watched the playback silently in a mask of focus. One hand rose to his chin as his other arm crossed his chest, supporting the other. The Minister waited.

“Relevance?” Nine inquired.

“Yesterday, a man fitting your description of this ‘Hunter’ boarded a shuttle to this colony. We received this message nine hours ago.”

Nine’s eyes narrowed. “You believe they are connected?”

He’d always been good at thinking on his feet. “Unknown,” he replied. “But our forces are due to arrive tomorrow. I’m sending you after Hunter.”

A grim, determined frown settled across the Cipher’s features. “Understood, sir.” His fingers dug along his jaw. “Any ideas about why he’s heading there?”

“Watchers are still correlating the data, but I think you can tell me our deeper suspicion.”

Nine’s eyes narrowed. “That the bastard is playing both sides?”

“It would appear there’s much more going on than we had suspected. Someone with access to Republic and Imperial resources and interested in manipulating both sides for an as-yet-unknown purpose.”

A breath of a laugh broke the Cipher’s lips. “Well, isn’t that old hat?” Fine. “I’ll do it, under one condition.”

A barely perceptible trace of a smile appeared at the corner of the Minister’s mouth. “I don’t intend to tell anyone about your… inquisition.”

“Then we have an understanding.”

“Nine, for what it’s worth-”

“Save your breath, Minister,” Nine said. He briefly patted the older man’s shoulders. “For what it’s worth, Sir? It’s been an honor and privilege.” His grip tightened as they locked eyes. “You did what you could. And I’m sure we both understand that I’ll do whatever it takes.”

The Minister sighed quietly. “I was worried you’d say that.”

Nine released him. “It’s the job, Sir. I don’t intend to let anyone stop me.”

“Stars help whoever tries,” he muttered. Nine made to leave. “You’re dismissed. Get on that next flight out and, Cipher-”

Nine stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“Keep your eyes open. You may be on your own. This is the best I can do for you.”

“Of course, Sir.” Nine frowned faintly. “That bastard is going to pay for what he did.”

[anonymousfiction211]

Steamy reunion

Summary: You are an undercover S.H.I.E.L.D.-agent, when Loki (your boyfriend) is caught and brought into the hellcarrier. It is your job to interrogate the God of Mischief, but he has other plans for you reunion. 

Word count: 2.135 words

Warnings: Smut!

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Hope you like it :). If you have any other ideas for me to write, don’t be afraid to contact me. 

Steamy reunion Loki smiled at you when he walked by. There were two guards on either side of him, who were escorting him back to his cell. They failed to notice the little wave Loki made with his cuffed hands. In your head you scolded Loki for being so careless if anyone saw here or later on the security tape your cover would be blown. After all, everyone just thought you were a Midgardian agent of their organisation, S.H.I.E.L.D. it was called. It stood for Supreme Homeland International Espionage Law-Enforcement Division. A ridiculous name for an organisation. You always expected that they chose the acronym first and made up some words to make it sound like they thought it through. You tried to hide a smile as your boyfriend was escorted back. You knew he was thinking about killing the two guards with just a flick of his hand, trying to impress you. He always liked it when you were impressed by him, and Loki is a very impressive being.

When he was out of your sightline you focused your attention back to the file before you. You were the one that was going to interrogate Loki. He had planned it all out. After your ‘interrogation’ you would leave the cell open for him. At that moment, some archer was going to stir up the hellcarrier, he would meet you outside on the landing strip. He hadn’t told you anything else, he told you it was in case you were discovered. But you knew, he liked the be the only one who knew what was going on. He only told people what they needed to follow his instruction, but his plan was always a secret. Agent Hill approached you ‘Are you ready?’ she asked. You nodded and followed her through the hallway to Loki’s cell. It was a round glass cell, with only a small bench in the back. Loki was sitting on the bench, with an amused smile on his face as you and agent Hill entered the room. In front of the cell stood a control panel, you glanced at it. On to of the buttons was a description about what the button does, which was going to your next instruction very easy to complete.

Agent Hill gave you a few rules to follow. Like, staying away from the glass and not entering Loki’s cell. After she made sure you got it she left. There were no guards present, meaning they clearly had faith in the cell they build. When agent Hill left you turned around and saw Loki already advancing at you. He stopped right before you, the thick glass separating the two of you. His stance was dominant and he had a certain hunger in his eyes. ‘Open the door, love’ he said in a low voice. There weren’t many situations where you had the upper hand. Loki was stronger, faster, and used his powers to stay one step ahead of everyone. So, right now you couldn’t resist your chance to tease him a little bit. ‘I’m afraid that I’m under clear instructions from agent Hill not to open the door’ you said as seriously as you could. Loki looked confused for a second, but then you saw the playful twinkle in his eyes. ���I’m going to get out either way. You can be on my good side or on my bad side. And you know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?’ he said with his velvet voice.

You couldn’t help but shiver at his words. Your head filled with images of what Loki had done with you over the last year. The God of Mischief, the silvertongue, certainly lived up to his name in the bedroom. ‘I need to figure out the systems first’ you whispered to him. ‘You insult me, darling. I already took care of that’ he faked an insulting expression. ‘Now open the door and come in here, I won’t ask again’ he said sternly. You went to the control room and pushed the button marked ‘open door’ and the door of Loki’s cell slid open. Loki watched every step you took towards the open door. The moment you stepped inside his cell he stalked towards you. It only took him a few steps. He stood very close in front of you. You looked up at him and he down at you. He grabbed one of your cheeks and closed the distance to your lips. You felt his breath on your skin as he ghosted over your lips with his. ‘Well done, love’ he said before kissing you deeply. When he broke the kiss, he chuckled when he heard you whine slightly.

‘Did you miss me?’ he asked you. ‘With everything I’m. It took a lot of self-control when they first brought you in to not come looking for you’ you told him. ‘Had fun here on Midgard?’ he purred. He knew that you hadn’t. As him, you also thought Midgardians were weak creatures. He just laughed at your scolded expression. He grabbed both your cheeks and pulled you in for a deep kiss again. You felt his tongue slip out and you immediately opened your mouth to give him access. Your tongues danced around each other and you couldn’t help but moan a little into the kiss. Loki broke the kiss when both of you needed air. ‘I missed you’ he said while putting his forehead against yours. ‘I missed you too’ you said back. His hands grabbed your and he pulled them to his chest. ‘I have to go now, I see you outside in about half an hour’ you whispered. You took a step back, intending on leaving, but Loki pulled you close against him. ‘Change of plans’ he grinned at you.

Before you could register what was happening his tongue was in your mouth. Eagerly, you widened your mouth to give him better access. You moaned into the kiss, it had been so long that you were able to touch each other. Your hands started to roam his body. You were starting to get frustrated by the many layers of clothing he had on. Loki chuckled he broke the kiss and took the hem of your t-shirt to put it over your head. He threw the shirt on the ground behind him and stopped to stare at your breasts. His pupils were so wide you almost couldn’t see his eye colour. His hands slowly started to caress your breasts at the edge of your dark green bra. You began to blush under his gaze. His hands went to the middle of your bra and he pulled at the little golden snake which hang there. He turned his gaze back to you and you had never seen him look so feral.

He unclipped your bra and immediately unbuttoned your pants. Within seconds you were naked and he pushed you against the glass. He started to devour your mouth, leaving you breathless. You started to unclip his leather tunic and he started to help you to make it go faster. His lips never left yours. When he was naked you pushed him back slightly. ‘Do we have time for this?’ you asked him. Loki was quite insatiable and sex with him always included lots of foreplay, multiple rounds and he could last a very long time. ‘There is always time for this’ Loki said. His hands found your waist and he lifted you up against the glass. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you felt his erection against your clit. He slowly started to grind into you, making you wetter by the second. ‘Loki’ you whined, needing him inside of you. ‘Patience, love. After a few days everything will change for us’ he whispered in your ear. He nipped at your earlobe, making you moan loudly.

Loki was leaving hickeys and marks all over your neck and chest. After you regained your senses you asked him ‘What do you mean?’. Loki laughed darkly. ‘That means…when I have this world… I can do whatever I want’ he whispered between his groans. ‘And what I want… more than anything… is you’ he said. ‘So, that’s your plan?’ you asked slightly out of breath. The tip of his erect cock was teasing your entrance. He slowly brought you down on his cock, impaling you against the glass. ‘Oh my god’ you gasped when you felt him entering you. Loki just grinned smuggle and started a very slowly thrusting in and almost out of you. ‘The plan is a bit more complicated than that’ he said. Your hands went to his hair and you tugged slightly on them, earning you a small moan from Loki. His picked up the pace slightly, your walls were slowly getting sensitive. But it would never be enough to send you over the edge, he was going to slow for that. ‘First, we escape this plane’ he started to explain. His mouth found one of our nipples and he started to circle it with his tongue. When you were panting enough to his liking he released your breast and started to leave open mouth kisses on your throat.

‘Then, we will go to Stark tower’. He picked up the pace of his thrusting again and you were starting to moan louder. ‘I will open a worm hole and my army will come out and defeat these so-called heroes’ he sneered. One of his hands found your clit and he started to draw circles on it fast. ‘Loki, oh my god, don’t stop’ you begged him. Loki just grinned wickedly ‘Normally, I would love to play with you more. But since we are on bit of a deadline…’ He pulled out of you and sat you down. You whined at the loss of feeling inside of you. Loki winked and got down on his knees. Before you could ask what he was doing his tongue was on your clit and two fingers slid inside of you. He was working you into a frenzy. ‘Come for me’ he growled. The vibration of his voice that shot through your clit sends you over the edge. You came loudly screaming his name and your knees started to buck. Loki grabbed your hips and pulled you down towards him. ‘On all fours’ he commanded you sternly. You quickly obeyed him.

You felt him shuffle behind you and he grabbed your hips so hard, you knew there would be bruises tomorrow. But you didn’t care about that, you were too excited for what was to come. This time he didn’t take it slow, he quickly entered you and was fucking you like an animal. You stretched your arms out and lowered your upper body. Loki didn’t relent and started to leave bite marks against your shoulder blades. The only thing you could do was moan and let Loki fuck you, like he wanted. Not that you were complaining. ‘You know what I’m going to do after that?’ he asked. You didn’t answer him, but just moaned loudly instead. You were slightly sliding back and forth, because of his hard thrusting. ‘I’m going to rule… this planet with their… pathetic mortals’ he spat. His fingers dugged deeper into your hips, which made you cry out in pain and pleasure simultaneously. ‘You shall be my queen’ he grunted. ‘And every morning and every night I will fuck you senseless’ he went on. ‘We will get everything we deserve’. Loki’s hand snaked around your stomach and found one of your breasts. He started to massage it. The pleasure became to overwhelming and you were clenching his cock slightly, trying to hold off your orgasm as best as you could. ‘Loki, please’ you begged him. His upper body was on yours, he slowed his pace a bit and started to whisper in your ear. ‘You will rule by my side, together we will make something of this planet. And you will obey my every command, won’t you?’ he asked you. ‘God, yes, Loki, yes’ you screamed out. ‘Then come for you King’ he commanded. Your orgasm shot through you and your vision blurred a little. After a few thrusts you felt Loki groan loudly and his seed spilled inside of you.

He slowly pulled out of you and sat down against the glass wall. You turned around and saw his hands open for you. You sat down on his lap and curled yourself against him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. He gave you a soft kiss on the top of your head. ‘I can’t wait to rule by your side’ you whispered to him. He held you tightly against him ‘You will be an amazing queen’ he whispered back. Loki just caressed you for a few moments until you heard him sigh. ‘I’m afraid you really should get going now’. You got up from his lap and started to search for your clothes. You put on your underwear and pants. Before you could grab your bra from the ground Loki beat you to it. ‘I don’t think I’ve seen this one before’ he smirked at you. He stood up and you rolled your eyes when you saw he had dressed himself with his seidr. ‘That’s not fair’ you said while trying to get the bra back. ‘Tsk, no, darling. I’m keeping this one’ he said while winking at you. You felt a blush starting to form on your cheeks. His smile widened when he saw it, he loved to make you blush. You put on your shirt and walked out of the cell. Loki walked besides you and grabbed you for a deep kiss. He let go of you and opened the doors for you. Right before you walked through he slapped your ass ‘See you in five minutes, my queen’ he purred while you walked outside of the room.

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hi love! for the hc ask game, i'll love to hear a take for 🥴 & marcus pike 💚

Hi Hayley!! Hope you’re having a good night, lovely! Thanks so much for sending this in!! 🖤

This is a HC that snuck up and bit me, but once it was in my brain I couldn’t unthink it…

A smutty HC for Marcus Pike: He has absolutely mastered the art of the quickie.

Not that that’s his preferred way to have sex, not that he likes to rush. Actually, when he has it his way, he prefers to draw it out. Take his time. Go slow and be thorough.

But when you’re an FBI agent, you really can’t be late for that meeting. (Or that crime scene.) He doesn’t exactly have a flexible schedule, and you don’t get to be the head of your division by showing up late to work because you were busy getting busy with your lady.

Does he let something like a time constraint stop him though? Absolutely not. Not when he wakes up with you in his bed, with the sheets only partially covering you and the morning sunlight coming through the seam in the curtain to fall across your face. Not when you wake him with the warm drag of your lips up the side of his neck. Not when you slide into the shower with him after he’s already said he was running late. And definitely not when you come down to the kitchen to make coffee wearing just a t shirt.

Because like I said, Marcus is thorough, and he’s smart, so he’s got a plan for times like these.

In the past he maybe definitely hasn’t been the most observant when it comes to what his partner wants and being on the same page. So with you he has made it a point to learn all of your reactions and pay close attention to the things you say and do and like. And that means that when he’s pressed for time, he goes straight to the things that he knows will work.

The best part though? At some point in the day when he does find a few minutes, he’ll call you. Sometimes you’ll be able to answer - you’re usually at work by then though, so it goes to voicemail and he leaves a message telling you that he can’t wait to take his time with you later.