#Camp Metro

[browngonzo888]

Raz’s Summer Staff Job at Whispering Rock

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[iwantofall]

fishtyom

[istandonsnowpiles]

Branch Ave's Warm Pylon

[aeolianblues]

Noah Kahan ended his headlining slot at the Rivière Stage at Osheaga festival in Montreal with Stick Season, bringing out Arlo Parks to sing half the song with him. Arlo had performed her own set earlier in the day on the Valley Stage.

[kathaynesart]

REPLICA PLAYLIST

MUSIC UNDER CUT

I have been receiving requests for any songs that inspired Replica, so here, have my personal playlist. Sorry it’s not Spotify/Soundcloud but they don’t have some of these songs available so uh… guess you’re stuck with YouTube vids. For fun I'll include my personal titles for them (which might give a few hints of what to expect in the future/end).

Replica Main Theme - “Die for You” by Grabbitz Like Father Like Son Like Brother (Omega and Shelldon) - "As Above So Below" by Alistair Lindsay Mikey's Theme / The 1st Vision - "Suzume no Tojimari" by Nanoka Hara Military (Mad) Dogs / Central Park Colony - "Imperium" by Madeon Shanghai - "Icarus" by Madeon Boom Goes the Donnie-mite (Mikey/Donnie vs the Sweeper) - "The Red Zone" by Mitsuoto Suzuki The Day the Sky Bled Red - "7 Seconds Till the End" by Nobuo Uematsu Going Out Like a Boss (Raph and Leo) - "Agape" by Nicholas Britell Remembering the Right Way (Mikey and Leo) - "The Souls of Many" - by Alistair Lindsay Mystic Hands / The 2nd Vision - "Am I Dreaming" by Metro Boomin x A$AP Book 2 Trailer - "Sea Dragon" by Covet 7 Years Later - "Iron" by Woodkid Leo's Theme / Attack on the Labor Camp - "Ego Death" by Polyphia Omega's Theme - "Touch" by Daft Punk Flat Lines (Omega Alone) - "Die Toteninsel Emptiness" by 1000 Eyes Spear - "Monsters" by Tommee Profitt Final Protocol - "The Kraken" by Katie Dey Rise / Epilogue - "Close in the Distance" by Masayoshi Soken & Tom Mills

I will admit, it's a little embarrassing since you can easily see the patterns of what I've been listening to for the past year or two. I swear I listen to more than just videogame OSTs, these songs just jive well with the story and I often find lyrics distracting when brainstorming scenes. Regardless, the music I listen to is such an important part of my creative process and some of these songs really defined the scenes I now have locked in my head. So I figured it was only fair to give them the credit they're due.

I will continue to add to this playlist, and will note in comic updates when one of these songs is applicable!

[squirrelasinthewoodlandanimal]

The basilica in DC is just so stunningly beautiful. I love the mosaics, I love all the marian side chapels, I love the crypt church, I love the upper church. Just everything.

(I think my relatives are tired of me asking to stop there every time we go into DC. Hah.)

[lucasoothingrelaxation]

Crackling Fire Sounds For Relaxing

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

"Students who enrolled at a fake university in Michigan set up by federal immigration agents have the right to sue the U.S. government, a federal court has ruled" from 2015 to 2019 hundreds of immigrant students with legal visas paid tuition at University of Farmington in Farmington Hills believing it was a real college but it was a fake one created by undercover agents of ICE. ICE kept all the money ($11,000 a year for each student), arrested and deported at least 250 students. abolish ICE!

WTF???

So this is actually not surprising at all given the USA's history of deportation of people of color (Japanese internment camps, Mexican repatriation https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexican_Repatriation, the trail of tears etc).

but like yeah I'm gonna be watching this closely.

mod ali

[adastra-sf]

Climate change-driven heatwaves threaten millions

Extreme record-breaking heat leads to severe crises across the world.

Already in 2024, from Israel, Palestine, Lebanon, and Syria in the West; to Myanmar, Thailand, Vietnam, China, and the Philippines in the East; large regions of Asia are experiencing temperatures well above 40°C (104°F) for days on end.

The heatwave has been particularly difficult for people living in refugee camps and informal housing, as well as for unhoused people and outdoor workers.

Using the Heat Index Calculator, at that temperature and a relative humidity of 50%, residents see a heat index of 55°C (131°F) - a temperature level humans cannot long survive:

In February, the southern coastal zone of West Africa also experienced abnormal early-season heat. A combination of high temperatures and humid air resulted in average heat index values of about 50°C (122°F) - the danger level, associated with a high risk of heat cramps and heat exhaustion.

Locally, temperatures entered the extreme danger level associated with high risk of heat stroke, with values up to 60°C (140°F):

Even here at Ad Astra's HQ in Kansas, last summer we saw several days with high temperatures of 102°F (39°C) at 57% humidity, resulting in a heat index of 133°F (56°C):

Of course, the major difference in survivability in Kansas versus some of the places suffering extreme heat right now is that air-conditioning abounds here. Those who live somewhere that faces extreme heat but can escape it indoors are a lot more likely to survive, but a person who lives somewhere without such life-saving gear faces not just discomfort, but heat stroke and even death.

This includes unhoused and poor people here in the wealthier parts of the world, who often do not have access to indoor refuge from the heat.

About 15% of US residents live below the poverty line. Many low-wage earners work outside in construction or landscaping, exposed to the ravages of heat. Many do not own an air conditioner, and those who do might need to budget their body's recovery from heat against cost to purchase and run cooling equipment. Because heat stress is cumulative, when they go to work the next day, they’re more likely to suffer from heat illness.

Bad as that is, for those living on the street, heatwaves are merciless killers. Around the country, heat contributes to some 1,500 deaths annually, and advocates estimate about half of those people are homeless. In general, unhoused people are 200 times more likely to die from heat-related causes than sheltered individuals.

For example, in 2022, a record 425 people died from heat in the greater Phoenix metro area. Of the 320 deaths for which the victim’s living situation is known, more than half (178) were homeless. In 2023, Texans experienced the hottest summer since 2011, with an average temperature of 85.3°F (30°C) degrees between June and the end of August. Some cities in Texas experienced more than 40 days of 100°F (38°C) or higher weather. This extreme heat led to 334 heat-related deaths, the highest number in Texas history and twice as many as in 2011.

The Pacific Northwest of Canada and the USA suffered an extreme heat event in June, 2021, during which 619 people died. Many locations broke all-time temperature records by more than 5°C, with a new record-high temperature of 49.6°C (121°F). This is a region ill-suited to such weather, and despite having relatively high wealth compared to much of the world, many homes and businesses there do not have air-conditioning due to a history of much lower temperatures.

Heatwaves are arguably the deadliest type of extreme weather event because of their wide impact. While heatwave death tolls are often underreported, hundreds of deaths from the February heatwave were reported in the affected countries, including Bangladesh, India, Thailand, Myanmar, Cambodia, and the Philippines.

Extreme heat also has a powerful impact on agriculture, causing crop damage and reduced yields. It also impacts education, with holidays having to be extended and schools closing, affecting millions of students - in Delhi, India, schools shut early this week for summer when temperatures soared to 47°C (117°F) at dangerous humidity levels:

At 70°C (157°F !), humans simply cannot function and face imminent death, especially when humidity is high. This is the notion of "heat index," a derivative of "wet-bulb temperature."

Though now mostly calculated using heat and humidity readings, wet-bulb temperature was originally measured by putting a wet cloth over a thermometer and exposing it to the air.

This allowed it to measure how quickly the water evaporated off the cloth, representing sweat evaporating off skin.

The theorized human survival limit has long been 35°C (95°F) wet-bulb temperature, based on 35°C dry heat at 100% humidity - or 46°C (115°F) at 50% humidity. To test this limit, researchers at Pennsylvania State University measured the core temperatures of young, healthy people inside a heat chamber.

They found that participants reached their "critical environmental limit" - when their body could not stop the core temperature from continuing to rise – at 30.6°C wet bulb temperature, well below what was previously theorized. That web-bulb temperature parallels a 47°C (117°F) heat index.

​The team estimates that it takes between 5-7 hours before such conditions reach "really, really dangerous core temperatures."

On March 5, 2024, Hong Kong saw temperatures of 27°C (80°F) with 100% humidity, which results in a heat index of 32.2°C (90°F) - seemingly not so bad until considering it's higher than the critical wet-bulb temperature. Also, if you watch the video, imagine the long-term effects of water accumulating in residences, such as dangerous mold.

We are witnessing the effects of climate change right now, all around the world, and rising temperatures are just the most-obvious (what we used to call "global warming"). Many, many other side-effects of climate change are beginning to plague us or headed our way soon, and will affect us all.

Unfortunately, those most affected - and those being hit the hardest right now - are people most vulnerable to heatwaves. With climate crises increasing in both intensity and frequency, and poverty at dangerous levels, we face a rapidly rising, worldwide crisis.

We must recognize the climate crisis as an international emergency and treat it as such. So much time, creative energy, resources, and life is wasted in war and the pursuit of profit or power - consider how much good could come from re-allocating those resources to ensuring a future for Earthlings, instead.

(Expect to see a "Science into Fiction" workshop on climate change coming soon - SF writers have a particular responsibility to address such important topics of change and global consequence.)

[mossfrg]

Jersey Gotham pt 2

Small one for this part but I Could Not get this out of my head because it’s the funniest shit ever:

Fellow Gothamites/jersey people are like… 85% positive Batman is the Jersey Devil or some offshoot of that. There’s three “camps”— Batman is the Jersey Devil, Batman and Jersey Devil are same species, Batman and Jersey Devil were/are dating. For the first camp, people just think the JD moonlight as a vigilante cause the Pine Barrens get lonely and he wants to help people.

For the second group, it’s widely accepted that Jersey Devil is rural cryptid and Batman is urban cryptid and they stay out of each other’s ways. Tim, Duke, and Babs in paticukar love this theory and fuel the flames when in costume. (“oh Jersey Devil? No no they’re so chill, Bats has them over for dinner sometimes.”)

Jason, Dick, Cass and Steph fucking love the third group. They tease Bruce about it all the time. Dick has gotten him Jersey Devil sweatshirts so he can “flaunt his mans” (Bruce debated un-adopting after Steph joked that the kids should get to meet their stepfather). Jason goes as far as to implying that Batman and JD have ~history~ and the real reason Superman can never come to Gotham is because JD is jealous (“no fr B and JD were a thing for decades and then they got into a fight and B broke up and moved away and that’s how he met Superman, and then they started dating but JD still loves B so Supes can’t visit but B can’t go to Metro cause it’s too bright and he’d melt”). Cass just smiles sweetly and says Bruce has a type for murder-inclined criminal badasses. Damian doesn’t quite get the joke for a while and is horrified that Bruce is courting “that thing” and not Talía who “may murder but is at least human!” I just really want Bruce debating whether Batman/Jersey Devil or Batman/Bruce Wayne is worse.

Clark makes a comment about the whole Jersey Devil-Batman thing and it pisses Bruce off, and while still angry he’s at a party and gets a bit tipsy; he starts flirting with the official Jersey Devil Twitter account as Brucie Wayne. Fanart is made. “Brucie has two hands” trends for weeks. Alfred, completely straight faced at dinner, gives Bruce his blessing to be with JD, or Batman, “I fought in the war I won’t judge your lovers Master Bruce”

[vintagetvstars]

David McCallum Vs. Dean Stockwell

Propaganda

David McCallum - (The Man From U.N.C.L.E, Colditz, The Outer Limits) - He became one of the hottest leading men of 1960s tv with The Man from U.N.C.L.E., and McCallum received more fan mail than any other actor in Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer's history, including such popular MGM movie stars as Clark Gable and Elvis Presley. He turned his Russian character from side-kick to co-star in one season during the height of the cold war. Artists wrote hit camp songs about his character like "Love Ya, Illya"

Dean Stockwell - (Quantum Leap, Dr. Kildare) - "Dean may be more well known for his roles in film, he is equally a titan of the small screen just as much as the big (despite his short king status)! ... Frankly, I think we all should recognize not only as a great actor, but as a really endearing and handsome fellow. He has the face, he has the style, he has the substance. Rise UP Dean Stockwell nation!!!" Full text propaganda included below the cut

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David McCallum:

Everyone knows him as Ducky from NCIS or Ashley Pitt from The Great Escape, but David McCallum was also the original Man From UNCLE, for which role he recieved record setting amounts of fan mail. Was considered to play the Doctor. Charles Bronson stole his first wife, but his second marriage lasted over 55 years, until his death, so who's the winner here.

He became an expert on forensics during his time with JAG/NCIS and attended multiple medical examiner conventions for research.

A classically trained musician, he created several instrumental albums in the 60's his biggest hit is a cover of The Edge which has appeared in movies and video games and sampled by rap artists.

Dean Stockwell:

Dean may be more well known for his roles in film, he is equally a titan of the small screen just as much as the big (despite his short king status)! Dean in his younger days was such a charmer that Dennis Hopper, upon seeing him, compared him to the late James Dean. He reflected that in his early television roles as well, often playing tortured, angst-ridden rebels. His fluffy hair, bushy eyebrows, and big brown eyes gave him an expressive and attractive charisma that nobody could turn from. Speaking of charisma, his biggest role is of course, Al Calavicci from Quantum Leap. If you watch a single episode of this show you are going to come away with an adoration for him. His cunt-slaying fashion and wise-cracking wisdom is all played excellently by him! It really is no wonder that Quantum Leap fans fell so far in love with him that, upon learning he didn't have a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, they campaigned HEAVILY to get him one (which was successful!). Frankly, I think we all should recognize not only as a great actor, but as a really endearing and handsome fellow. He has the face, he has the style, he has the substance. Rise UP Dean Stockwell nation!!!

[danmainacc]

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD

As Leo, Mikey, Don, and Casey ride in the Turtle Tank, Casey tells stories of the future…….and you.

Character: Leonardo

Writing type: One-shot

Warnings: none, just some tooth-rotting fluff and a few innuendod ;) and maybe the teeniest bit of angst if you squint

Author’s note: okay so it’s pretty obvious I am obsessed with Future! Leo and this idea randomly came to mind as I was watching The Thing ( don’t ask ) and just had to write it. ( credit to qoeww for photo )

...

“The Turtle Tank, baby! It’s how we roll in the past. I mean, the present. I mean...Ugh! Time travel’s confusing,” Mikey groaned, slumping in his seat in the Tank.

“They’re on the move. According to the subcutaneous tracker I put on Raph--.” “Wait, does that mean you put trackers on all of us?” Leo cocked his brown bone, giving his twin a suspicious and scolding look, Mikey doing the same.

“No. No, of course I did...n’t,” Donnie sheepishly denied, an awkward smile plastered on his face.

“Based on their trajectory, they’re headed--.” “To the tallest building in the city,” Casey finished, eyes wide. 

“That’s right, Metro Tower,” Donnie nodded, confused at how he knew.

Casey shuddered, the memories coming back to him in flashes as he recalled the scary stories Commander (y/n) used to tell him.

“I heard the story so many times as a kid, but I never thought...And behold, from their perch atop New York City, the Kraang ripped open the sky itself. What came out was terror, and what rained down upon us was worse than death,” Casey recited. 

Commander (y/n) might’ve been a little dramatic.

“They told that to kids?! Man, the future is harsh,” Mikey exclaimed, slumping in his seat once again.

“Well, I’m not gonna let that happen. We need to get into Metro Tower without being spotted. We’ll take the subway tunnels,” Leo firmly stated, turning to Donnie. 

“Subways tunnels don’t offer much in the way of an escape if we need it. Are you sure about this?” Donnie cocked a brow, turning around to give Leo a serious look.

“Yeah, maybe we should--.” “Guys, we’re doing it my way. Remember?” Leo dismissed.

The two brother gave each other concerned looks before focusing back on the road, an uncomfortable silence settling over the Tank. 

Casey looked around anxiously, fidgeting with a loose string on his glove.

Being sent to the past in itself was a nerve-wracking experience, but nothing was more concerning than watching his old masters fight like this.

In the future, the brothers were inseparable, the epitome of a strong sibling relationship. Everyone listened, everyone talked, everyone heard.

He had to find some way to get them talking, healthily at least. 

“In the future, you guys are beyond amazing,” Casey started, catching the attention of the brothers.

“The mystic powers you’re able to harness from within are on a whole other level.”

“Of course! How have we not asked about my future?” Donnie smiled, putting the tank on auto-pilot and throwing an arm around Casey’s shoulder. 

“Don’t let me down, I am expecting BIG things from me. How many Nobel prizes do I have. No! Don’t tell me. I wanna be surprised.”

“Donnie, you were the most brilliant, innovative mind of all time. Without you, the resistance wouldn’t have made it half as far as it di-is...without you,” Casey quickly caught himself, relieved to see that the brothers didn’t notice.

He didn’t want to tell them what happens, not yet, at least.

“You built weapons, tended to the wounded, and trained a select few how to build and program your tech.”

“I’m shocked, I am. Go on, continue to meet my expectations,” Donnie smirked, plopping himself back down in his seat and kicking up his feet.

“What do I do in the future?” Mikey asked, starry-eyed.

Casey turned around and gave the orange turtle a warm smile.

His plan was working.

“You are the most powerful mystic warrior the world has ever known,” Casey started.

“You trained the next generation of yokai and humans alike to wield mystic power, and protected the camp with your infinity chains at every turn.”

He walked over to Mikey, who was absolutely flabbergasted, and grabbed his wrists.

“And with those two hands, you sent me back in time!”

“Wowwwwwwwww,” Mikey marveled, staring down at his hands as Casey let go.

He quickly held them out, wiggling his fingers as he concentrated hard, a few beads of sweat rolling down his head. 

It made Casey smile to see one of his former masters so fun-loving and care-free, the break from the constant worry of battle, refreshing.

“Ahem,” Leo nonchalantly cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with the time traveling boy.

“What about me?”

Casey’s gap toothed smile grew wider, the pleasant memories of his Sensei...no...his father running through his head. 

“You were our fearless leader. If there was a rescue needed, a cargo shipment to raid, hell, a patrol slot that needed to be filled, you were the man--er--turtle. You trained some of the younglings how to use weapons and hand-to-hand combat, and were the lead strategist when it came to coming up with ways to fight back against the Kraang!” Casey gushed, gasping after finishing the whole thing in one breath.

Leo smirked, resting his cheek in his palm as he soaked everything in.

“I like this. I like this very much,” He nodded.

That’s when Casey remembered one, teeny, little detail, and smirked to himself as he leaned back, casually.

He knew Leo and Commander (y/n) were together in this time, “boyfriend and girlfriend” he believed it was called. So maybe this information might put his former Sensei at ease. 

“Oh, and you were married to the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Leo practically choked on air, and Donatello almost slammed on brake, Mikey’s eyes practically bulging out their sockets.

“WHAT?!” The three exclaimed in unison, frantically looking at Casey for some elaboration.

Casey nervously chuckled, confused at their sudden surprise. “W-Well, that’s what you used to call Commander (y/n). I think you guys get married 2 or 3 years after the Kraang first arrive.”

A lazy smile stretched across Leo’s face as he leaned back in his chair, relishing in the thought.

He already knew you were the one he wanted to marry, no doubt about it. You were his one and only. But so soon? And during the apocalypse? How did it work? Did the two of you make time for each other? Did the two of you do...adult things?

“Whoo hoooo! Looks like big bro put a ring on it,” Mikey teased, suggestively wiggling his brow bones at his older brother.

“She’s really that beautiful?” Leo sincerely asked, turning to Casey with hopeful eyes.

Casey returned a truthful smile, giving a firm nod. “Gorgeous. Despite the fact that she was living through an apocalypse, she could still very much compete with the women in the Before-Times.”

Leo grinned from ear to ear at the image, your already stunning self becoming even more radiant with age and development. He was over the moon in excitement.

Until he realized.

“Wait. What do you mean was?” Leo quickly asked, furrowing his brow bones as he turned to Casey with an icy stare.

The color practically drained from Casey’s face as he realized his mistake, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

This isn’t how he wanted them to find out.

Not like this.

“I--.” “AUTO-BREAK: ENGAGED!” The Tank stated in a robotic tone, the vehicle coming to a sudden stop.

The brothers were sent flying forward, their minds quickly forgetting Leo’s question.

Casey let out a sigh of relief as he stood up, scratching his arm.

‘Thank you, Pizza Supreme.’

...

[kelluinox]

by your own logic didn’t everyone supporting Israel help kill every Palestinian civilian in Gaza? You can’t have it both ways

"By your own logic"

G-d, idiots gain access to the internet and suddenly believe they're Einstein level geniuses when they have the geopolitical intelligence and knowledge and moral compass that's worse than Putin's.

No, you know why? Because every single loss of civilian life is only on Hamas, therefore only those who support Hamas are complicit in death and destruction. Who started the war by slaughtering and raping 1200 people and kidnapping 251? Hamas. Who built a maze of terror tunnels that rivals the Moscow metro beneath Gaza civilian infrastructure? Hamas. Who builds terror bases in hospitals, civilian bedrooms, and schools? Hamas. Who shoots rockets from schools, hospitals, mosques, and from across the street of UN buildings? Hamas. Who hides hostages in the middle of refugee camps? Hamas. Who hides hostages in tunnels beneath civilians? Hamas. Who uses civilians as human shields? Hamas. Who continues holding hostages and thus prolonging this war? Hamas. Who steals aid and beats up civilians when they try to get to that aid? Hamas.

It's ALL Hamas. And every single Palestinian who supports and actively aids Hamas, including the "journalists" who hold hostages and then whine about "Israeli war crimes" in Al Jazeera articles.

But let's for a second entertain your "logic", shall we? Let's apply it to a different conflict since your jew hate and love of terror is inhibiting your already poor judgment.

Are you going to start crying about the "civilian suffering" in Kursk? Shebekino? Belgorod? Are you going to start condemning Ukraine for retaliating against a war of conquest Russia started? Who do you hold responsible there, hm? Maybe... oh I don't know... the piece of shit who started it because he wanted to build his empire and spread Russkiy Mir- Putin? Well? Are you?

"By your own logic"

You wouldn't know logic if you were hit over the head with it.

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Warm

Luke s. x bimbo!fem!reader

Slight angst. you get robbed and find comfort in luke

You stumbled along the sidewalk, with your bare feet against the cold cement road. Your heart still racing from the encounter you just endured, with the adrenaline wearing off to reveal the pain in your muscles.

You were making your way to  Buckler’s Boot Camp, eager to surprise your boyfriend but fate decided that it had other plans when a theif crossed your path. Whoever they were, they did a number on you and you left your purse and heels behind as they fled with your possessions.

You don’t like it when random people touch you. Especially if it’s from someone you don’t know. It felt like the encounter dragged on longer than it should have.

At least you had your dignity.

You trudged to your destination with your pink dress torn, your makeup ruined, and your face streaked with tears. You must have looked pitiful for onlookers, but you didn't care. All you wanted to do was to reach Luke, and feel his arms around you.

Stupid. Stupid. Of course, this was gonna happen. What were you thinking? Metro City isn't a safe place and you stupidly thought you could go anywhere without any consequences. 

Don’t you ever think twice about these situations? Or are you one of those idiots that wants to believe in the good in people.

As you stumbled into the gym, you were met with startled stares from some trainees. You searched desperately for Luke and when you found him, your heart ached in relief.

Luke's expression changed from confusion to concern as he took in your disheveled form. He called his students to take a breather and to regroup in 30 minutes, some giving you looks in sympathy as they passed, but you paid them no mind. 

"Babe, What happened?" Luke's voice was filled with alarm as he rushed to your side, his hands searching your body for any injuries.

You tried to brush off his concern with a tired shrug. "It's nothing, just a little roughed up." you mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

But he wasn't buying it. His anger boiled just beneath the surface of his skin as he took in your appearance. "Nothing? You look like you've been through Hell." he exclaimed with frustration laced in his voice.

You sighed. Shoulders sagging with exhaustion and eyes tired from the day you just had. "Please, Luke, drop it. I just... I just need you, right now."

Luke's anger instantly disappeared and replaced with sympathy. Without saying another word, he closed the distance between you and wrapped you in a warm embrace. He held you close, shielding you from any prying eyes.

Finally, this was what you were waiting for, You thought closing your eyes.

"Okay." he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "It’s okay. You're safe with me."

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 13: Size Kink with Charon

Pairing: Charon x Fem!Reader, Charon x Fem!Lone Wanderer Word Count: 1826 Warnings: Size Kink, Vaginal fingering, Oral (F receiving), P in V sex, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it). Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

It was something you were aware of from day one, just how much bigger Charon is than you. Well, not just you. He’s bigger than everyone. Taller, broader, arms and legs thicker than anyone else you’d ever seen.

Charon’s a wall of a man, a bulwark in battle, and probably the reason you’ve been able to talk so many people into better pay for the work you do for them, no one wants the big glaring wall of muscle and lead sicced on them, not that you would do that, or that he would either, but they didn’t know that.

Now, while it’s not hard for Charon to tower over most people, it’s especially easy for him to do so with you. You were the shortest in the vault even once you grew up, and you’ve not met many adults out in the wastes that were shorter than you.

And when standing side by side, your lack of height makes his abundance of it look even more so. The top of your head only barely reaches his chest, so you have to crane your neck to make eye contact. And when he stands behind you, all glaring blue eyes and thick arms crossed, you knew the pair of you were quite a sight.

He’s made jokes about how the biggest job he has is handing you things when you can’t reach them or boosting you onto better vantage points so you can snipe raiders from a distance. But there’s truth to those jokes.

There’s also the simple truth that it’s one of your favorite things about him. Knowing you have someone as large as him on your side makes you feel all the safer when you travel, and with his size comes the perk that he produces a lot of heat, so when you’re camping for the night in an old metro or out in the dunes, he can keep both of you warm through the night.

And when the pair of you started seeing each other romantically, he started to use his size advantage in more fun ways, throwing you over his shoulder to carry to bed, where he was able to hold you down and manhandle you however he saw fit while you writhed, unable to do anything but enjoy the ride, though sometimes he’d let you get on top, but even then there was no question who was in charge, what with his massive hands gripping your hips and all but moving you up and down on his cock for you.

Oh, that too. He’s proportional below the belt. That hadn’t been a surprise, but it had been an adjustment. Just his fingers had been a bit of a feat the first time you two had gone beyond a heated make-out session, taking his dick? That had taken practice.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t say and do things to get him to show off his superior reach and strength, asking him to get things off shelves you could reach if you jumped or stood on something, asking him to help you carry things that you could find a way to move on your own, but would so much rather watch his arms flex when he did it.

Tonight is one such time when you are admiring his body, but not while he was doing something for you. No, this time you were planted comfortably on your shared bed, watching him get changed to sleep, and he’s just taken his shirt off, showing off his broad muscular back.

Thick skin layered with scars, but those were entirely unable to hide the way he flexed with each movement, a layer of fat that sat over it all smoothed out the edges but didn’t detract from the power of his body but did serve to make him all the better for cuddles.

You hadn’t realized how you were staring till he turned to face you and smirked. You been rubbing your thighs together, lip drawn between your teeth, and your eyes were half lidded.

“See something you like?” He teased with a lifted brow, or where his brow would be if he had them.

His low rough voice pulled you from your musings with a jump. “Huh? Oh, you know…Always.” You answered with a coy grin, eyeing him up and down. No reason to hide it, not when he knew you well enough to see through any lie you could possibly think of, besides it was pointless to lie about wanting him.

He sauntered over to the edge of the bed, looking down at you like prey caught in his grasp, pants slung low on his hips from having taken his belt off. Then, before you could think, he was leaning over you, arms caging you in as his face came within an inch of yours. “Then maybe I oughta do something…” He breathed against your lips, maintaining enough space to keep you from leaning in like you wanted.

“Maybe you should…” You prompted, trailing a hand up his chest slowly.

That was all it took for him to be on you, lips locked and hands roaming, going from your hips to your breasts to your face and back again, like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch you more, but they settled for gripping the sheets on either side of your head when you pulled him closer as you laid back.

In this position it felt like he was everywhere with how he was able to wrap around you, enveloping you in his overwhelming warmth and safety.

Then his lips parted from yours to drift down your neck, teeth gazing and nipping, undoubtedly leaving little purple marks that the high neck of you Vault suit would hide, while his hands worked their way under and up your shirt to cup your breasts, brushing over your nipples till they came to delicate peaks, and when they did he was pulling your shirt the rest of the way off so his lips can press kisses to the soft skin, tongue running over the sensitive tips before giving them a suck, alternating between sides.

He stayed there, lavishing attention on your tits till you were writhing and begging for more. Then he was trialing kisses down your body till he got to your panties, already soaked through, and the low sound he made at this discovery had you clenching around nothing.

“Charon, please, stop teasing…” You whined as he continued to kiss along the hemline of the cotton fabric, blue eyes flashed up to meet yours, like he’d somehow forgotten that you were there, even though it was your body he was getting lost in.

You felt him smile against your skin as he slowly pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them to the floor over his shoulder before giving your thighs the same treatment he’d given your breasts, leaving bruises that you knew would ache deliciously tomorrow morning.

He always loved to draw things out, to watch you get all wound up and needy before giving you what you want, but this time it seemed he was as needy for you as you were for him, as he ran thick fingers between your wet folds, sighing at the feeling you had to resist the urge to buck your hips into his touch.

The slow press of two of his fingers was exactly what you needed to take the edge off, a slight stretch but not what you got from his cock, but you’d get that soon enough, for now you were too busy whimpering as he slowly massaged that sweet spot inside while his mouth lathed over your clit.

Your thighs shook as he watched you, back arching, sighing and moaning and crying his name as he drove you closer and closer to the edge, and just as you were starting to get close, cunt clenching around him and voice getting higher, he stopped, pulling his fingers and mouth from you as you let out frustrated cries that quickly died in your throat when you saw him removing his pants as fast as he could.

“Turn over.” He ordered as he shoved them down his legs.

“Huh?” You breathed; brain foggy from being denied your orgasm.

Rather than repeat himself he stepped out the pile of fabric around his ankles in the same movement as he grabbed you and flipped you onto your front, ass in the air and face pressed into the mattress.

He didn’t give you any time to react before he was pushing into you, but you weren’t complaining, not when he stretched you so perfectly and reached places you hadn’t known existed before.

Upon bottoming out he gave you a few seconds before he was pulling out to the tip, then pushing back in hard, setting a punishing pace. Not punishing because it was fast, no he was actually moving rather steadily, but because it was hard.

Each push of his hips against yours had his tip punching into your cervix and rubbing hard against your g-spot, his thighs and hips slapping against yours the only sound in the room other than your hard breathing and whimpers, and the wet sounds he was pulling from your pussy.

His grip on your hips was bruising as he pulled you back into every thrust, and you wouldn’t have been shocked to see his cock bulging from your belly if you looked down, but you couldn’t open your eyes, too lost in the pleasure.

And as quickly as he drove you to the edge with his fingers and mouth, he did the same with his cock.

Your body was alight with heat, and you were sure your face and chest were red with flush as you felt the muscles in your belly tighten with the encroaching orgasm, and it seemed Charon could feel it too as he reached around you to help it along by rubbing tight circles in your clit.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, shivers rolling up and down your body as goose bumps bloomed, choked cries and moans spilling from your lips as your cunt clenched at his cock, dragging him down with you, shooting ropes of hot cum into you with a low growl that sent zings through your brain.

The pair of you stayed like that for a couple moments as you caught your breaths and came back to earth, and once Charon had he grabbed his shirt off the floor and used it to clean you up, tomorrow was laundry day anyway, so it wasn’t like it mattered much, then he was laying down and pulling you to his chest, thick arms wrapped around you securely, warmth radiating into you in a way a blanket never could.

Sleep came quick, and the next morning, well, you had a surprise wake up planned for him.

[vaguelyaperson]

after watching The Terror, my roommates and I were most amused by this Netsilik woman witnessing this crew of Brits absolutely self-dustruct in her own backyard. which got us joking about how it would feel to witness a group of non-locals fall apart that badly in your own area, like there's a violent mutiny on the DC metro cause the metro system was too confusing.

thus may we propose an au of The Terror: almost everything is the same, but it's set in DC. instead of ships and survival camps its the downgrade from a nice hotel to cheap motels. instead of lead poisoning it's a series of unfortunate events with spicy food, street vender hot dogs, and bad Chipotle. instead of the white expanse of the Arctic, it's that soulless expanse of faded white neo-classical government buildings. Crozier's alcoholism burns through their funds. James stumbles across a drag queen show and her egg cracks. there's no actual language barrier but somehow only a few of the crew understand USAmerican slang. there's absolutely a party that goes up in literal flames. instead of Tuunbaq it's the DC/Metro police arresting them off in batches (especially when said mutiny and attempted hanging happens on the metro). Hickey, with his god complex, proselytizes to his crew and the locals. the cannibalism still happens in the rebel camp (ie the dirt cheap motel.)

DC locals are fazed by very little of this.