#This has been my drafts for long enough

[passionsafire]

It has now been well around half a week since Maximilian Jenius and the various pilots he'd called together were attacked by a force of unidentified attackers in Earth orbit.

It was at once both entirely unexpected and wholly foreseeable... but it wasn't like they had much choice. With the unrest around the Earth Sphere being what it is, it'd be impossible to make any kind of noise without some faction or other picking up on it.

This time was a bit different, however, more coordinated. The Gigasion hadn't seen them until they were right on top of them. Even Exsedol agreed; this wasn't some random attack. This was planned. Which means it's even more imperative that they don't take their next moves lightly.

"Captain on bridge," an artificial voice chimes, signalling Max's presence to the bridge crew as he walks in and into his chair.

"What's the status of our descent?" He asks.

The ships' navigational officer answers, "We've just hit 31,000 kilometers. We'll be entering Earth's atmosphere soon, sir."

"Understood. Tell all hands to be at the ready for entry," Maximilian says back. The officer nods and follows through while Max turns his attention to other matters. Namely, the Gigasion's next stop: Tokyo harbor.

"I already took the opportunity to radio ahead, Max." From an opening in the bridge's floor adjacent to the captain's chair, the macronized head of Exsedol Folmo, the ship's advisor and one of Max's oldest friends, rises into the room. "...That is what you were just thinking of, no, Captain?"

"Ah..." Max would have been surprised, had it been anyone else. But Exsedol has always had the mind for that kind of thing--always one step ahead. The old archivist certainly knows him well. "Thank you, I was just planning to do that."

Max has had a lot on his mind lately... doubtless, Exsedol could tell. But that's all part of the job, isn't it...? Always thinking, rarely resting. Hardly have time to breathe, except for when he's back in the pilot seat... not many feelings can compare to the rush of nostalgia he feels, setting foot behind a Valkyries control stick. Always feels like... well, like "home."

Atmospheric entry is coarse as always, especially with the amount of debris that's swimming in the upper atmosphere. As soon as they meet cloud cover, a message reaches them over the communicator. An old friend of theirs from a previous operation expresses their eagerness at being their welcoming committee this morning.

"Quite the energetic type, that Commander, isn't he...?" Max comments, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Energetic isn't quite the word I would use, captain..." Exsedol says in response. "In fact, I'd say he reminds me of bit of you when you were younger."

". . . Come again?"

A sudden flash of red cuts through Max's incredulity in an instant, a warning siren sounding from the bridge consoles. Max doesn't even have to read the text that flares up in front of them to know what's coming.

"Captain...!" One of his officers says, swiveling around to look at him in a flurry.

"I see it. Raise our combat alert status and prepare to scramble fighters on my command!" Max responds.

"Aye, sir."

The captain pinches the bridge of his nose, heaving out a sigh under his palm. Exsedol barely needs to look at him to know what he's thinking. "Our pursuers are certainly persistent ones," Exsedol states, parroting Max's thoughts near exactly. "They aren't going to let us to descend so easily."

Max nods. "We've known that from the beginning," an explosion above the Gigasion's deck sends a shockwave ripping across the ship. Max, off-balance but mostly unphased, lifts the brim of his hat to view the battle brewing past the bridge's viewport just over their heads.

"The only uncertain factor was how many of our number they'd shoot down before we'd made it," the captain says, his stalwart expression not betraying even for a second the bitter tang of remorse on his tongue.

His Zentradi advisor saw through him easier than most, however—if he was still miclone-sized—he might have rested his hand on his old friend's shoulder as a sign of support. Instead, he'll have to rely on the tone of reassurance in his voice.

"Quite the challenging conundrum," he says, "But not one we haven't surpassed before."

Max falls silent and the hurried chirping of the bridge's instruments count each wavering second between one thought and the next. Just as he's about to speak again, one of the technicians spins around from their monitor; the only color on their face is the red light from the combat alert warning.

"C... Captain!"

"Report," Max says, regaining his composure in an instant. A skill he's down right mastered over the years.

"It's the radar, sir... the enemy—their number just doubled—no, tripled!"

"An error?" Max asks.

"Checking... negative, sir! The system's coming back clean!"

"Perhaps they're jamming us..." Exsedol councils. "Have we established visual contact?"

Another technician from across the bridge turns back and nods. "Affirmative!"

"Put it up on the monitor," Max orders. In a flash, the image of the blue-rimmed skies above the Gigasion appears. For a few fleeting seconds, the scene seems almost clear, until...

"Is that...?"

"Enemy fighters?"

"Doesn't look like any aircraft I've seen..."

Over the chatter of the bridge crew, Max hears Exsedol utter a name under his breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the Advisor's brows furl as expression turns grim. He's about to call his name when he notices a figure in the topside camera that he didn't before. His eyes widen as the realization of what they're seeing begins to dawn on the entire bridge.

"Captain..." One of them mutters.

"I see it," he says, curling his fingers around his chair's armrest. "So they've even started to deploy them now..."

From the darkened skies above their heads, a dreaded enemy descends—where they saw one, dozens more begin to appear before their eyes, dotting the horizon like a field of stars.

"The Noise..."

——————————————————————————————————————————————————— To Be Continued . . .

Part 1 | Part 2 |

[tailsgetstrolledmp3]

♪ Don't give up, 'cause you have friends ♪

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Redraw:

[courtesanofdeath]

Only when I'm with someone of equal or greater blood than mine, does my soul cry out in ecstasy.

[mcybree]

In his head. I wanted a blorbo-themed phone wallpaper so I made one for myself ig

as my lockscreen (yay!!) + no houses version

[westwing19]

Cutest 15 seconds before disaster

[orykorioart]

From May 2022

Blupjeans as birdies.

[natsumencaps]

Rain

Bumped into this comic again (Maybe some of you guys recognize it? I can't find back the original source aside from Pinterest tf, do let me know if you know where I can find the actual post) that made me think of the rain scene from the recent game I've played, Dead Plate lmao. Just thought it's funny. My new fixation is finally here o)-( Can't stop thinking about this game and this pair, they have such an interesting dynamic.

I get that Vince would be unlikely to literally cover Rody from the rain if he's gonna get soaked too but at the same time in other ways tho? He displayed such huge favouritism towards him lolol :U

[cherriiramen]

Shoujo Cosette Enjolras supremacy.. 🧎‍♀️🌼

[thecorruptedquietone]

he's connected the dots

twt

[cherryxblossxms]

I just saw your Mammon and Solomon sandwich fic but CAN YOU IMAGINE a Lucifer and Solomon sandwich? The amount of jealousy and possessiveness radiating off them!?

Anon, the only thing I like more than the Mammon and Solomon sandwich, is in fact a Luci and Solomon sandwich!! (Or Luci and Dia hehe, but I won't digress)

Mammon is so outwardly expressive with his emotions, even when he's trying to hide it, you just know how jealous he feels because it's obvious in everything he does.

Lucifer, though, it takes a long time to see it. Similar to Solomon, he hides it so well, deflects any probing questions and acts mature and unaffected. But also like Solomon, it's the little things that give it away. His ruby eyes burn into you, suddenly they're more of a bloody red befitting a demon. His eyes are always watching the way others touch you, lingering on where they put their hands on you, and thinking of how to fix it. So when you get him alone, he's all over you, encompassing you, putting his mark on your skin and covering you with his scent until there's no doubt about who you really belong to.

Bringing in Solomon is so dangerous, because he's the one thorn in Lucifer's side that he just can't get rid of. And seeing Solomon touching you like he knows you, as if he knew you better than Lucifer or could in any way pleasure you better than he can, is the one trigger that totally sets him off. He doesn't accept any kind of blow to his pride, and he certainly isn't going to take it from the shady wizard thats been annoying him and his brothers all these years.

They've already got such a tense atmosphere between the two; we know Solomon wants a hold on Lucifer, wants to form a pact and have control over him. And Solomon has his own jealous streak; he strives to impress you, make such a mark on you that you'll never forget him and the way he can make you feel good. So suddenly you're in between them, and all bets are off. The possessive atmosphere is so oppressive between them, so bedding them together is the definition of hot and heavy.

Tbh they're so focused on competing that they both accidentally go a little rough on you. Tying you up, fucking you so hard and deep until you're screaming one of their names, completely pushing your boundaries. They're not stopping until you say otherwise, so be prepared to be covered in bruises and spit and cum dripping from every hole, and probably the sorest you'll ever be— but also the most satisfied you'll ever be~

[yorshie]

[crybaby-bkg]

Arranged marriage AU with Barbarian Bakugou who is so daunting to be around at first. He’s all gruff curses and broad shoulders and scarred cheeks and neck and jaw. He scowls constantly, stares at you while your parents auction you off like some show pig, but doesn’t say much to you besides a grunt of his name. You’re terrified, thinking that he’ll be cruel to you, that you’re being set up for a life full of unhappiness and terror and regret.

But he’s the exact opposite. Bakugou is gentle in ways a man of his size typically wouldn’t be, but he shrinks himself for you. Not in a way that diminishes his status as the newly appointed king, but to respect you, show you that you’re beside him instead of behind him.

He picks you berries on his hunts because he knows the smell of a fresh kill brings nausea to your stomach. You find him along with the other maidens and helpers around his village, sitting beside them, big fingers holding tiny little flowers that he weaves into a crown for you. When he sets it on your head, he purses his lips, mutters something under his breath in his language that you’re still not too familiar with, but sure it means something along the lines of pretty and soft.

And when he finds you bathing in the river only few have access to, he’s sweet the whole time. Doesn’t make a spectacle of you being naked, and is relieved when you don’t instantly cower when he wades his way over to you. You try not to stare at the clawed scars that decorate his pec and jaw when he stands above you, and it helps when he suddenly dumps water all over your head. He shushes you when you splutter, continues on with cupping his hands and letting the water run off of your hair and down your shoulders, scrubbing at your skin until your flesh squeaks. He doesn’t expect you to do the same for him, but he hums in satisfaction when you push him down a little lower so you can wash the crown of his head.

[emblazons]

"I don't know, maybe I feel I lost you or something."

Byler x Four Seasons of Affection aka: Mike knowing it only works if you go crazy together

[luck-of-the-drawings]

oh the dread, oh the worry! you love your sister so much and you need to know shes okay. you trust her but you cant trust the world, and more than anything else you cant trust yourself

[rosicheeks]

Soft baby 🥺

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[tiredyke]

lesbians deserve to have one thing about us without y’all making it about men. loser behavior