#Viper Officer

[simeonscott]

"Don't worry guys, I'm not here to stop you, they are."

[bearsinpotatosacks]

It's interesting how my interpretation of Star Trek has changed since I got into Top Gun and ER. Because, in AOS, it's hilarious how Jim is a captain at 26 when the daggers are in their thirties and are still all lieutenants (yes I know starfleet isn't a one to one parallel but it's navy inspired and a pseudomilitary organisation but mixed with nasa).

And ER has helped my knowledge of medicine, at least how it's shown in the media. Bones and Mark Greene are like for like. They're both doctors who work long hours, their wives are lawyers, they have a daughter they end up having a complicated relationship with and their wife cheats on them.

While Top Gun helped my knowledge of how starfleet would work, ranks, missions, as well as a star trek au of course, ER helped me with my idea of what sickbay is like, and the technology available. Also why does TOS sickbay have 4 beds for a 400 person crew?

My version of Bones is more mellowed out too, whereas before I made him chronically overworked. He now just has 'tired but good at his job' energy

[azulsluver]

Office!jamil, knowing him as the handsome coworker who always picks up on other people’s shit. Never once have you batted an eye or deem he was unusual. Not knowing that he’s your stalker when you pick up late to work, how he knows where you live and what your license plate number is.

The same coworker who you’d say Good morning too, offer him coffee with a smile on your face. Not knowing how badly he wishes to shove you into a empty closet and use his unique magic on you; make you follow him like a puppy all through work until his shifts end.

Making you meals so he can get closer to you, get you more comfortable around him, not minding his lingering touches or how close he gets when you need help reaching something.

Arghhh brainrot

[in-asterism]

always one step ahead of you- or watching from behind

[gijoe-forever]

“… so total eradication is the goal here.. if it moves and it’s not us shoot to kill. There can be no witnesses. No negotiation with anyone. Understood?”

[crescentmoonrider]

Help(less)

Summary :

Senjurou works at Douma's office, and learns to help. Senjurou works at Douma's office, and learns that he can't do anything at all. Senjurou works, and learns that closure is something only some ghosts can give. (He wants to become more like Kyoujurou, more like Douma, more like Michikatsu. Wants to be someone the dead and the living can rely on.)

>read on AO3

>AU tag

[kollectorsrus]

[n7viper]

see, the problem with writing out the fic i mentioned earlier is that I not only have to write the goddamned thing (impossible), I would also have to at least write part of a vanguard report, and I really don't want to do that at all

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@fatalflcws​

👀 you know who

  The way she has to restrain herself from almost immediately saying ‘ office sex ‘ or ‘ desk sex ‘, she wanted to at least put some more thought into her answer and maybe give a bit more romantic answer。

「There’s a fun little ryokan that I know of that has a pretty lovely view and offer private baths~ I think it’d be fun to go sometime~」

【 for a dirty thought/fantasy mukuro has had of your muse 】♡【 accepting 】

[simeonscott]

Don't mess with Krakoa.

[wileycap]

Crackfic Idea:

30-year-old Zuko gets randomly flung back in time to his 16-year-old self. For a couple of hours at a time. At the most random times imaginable. Imagine the potential.

Zuko assumes that it's a dream or a vision, but definitely not real. He tries not to freak everybody out too badly, but he's also fully enjoying himself and seeing all of his friends as their young selves.

ZUKO, as he and Aang circle each other at the South Pole: I've spent years preparing for this encounter. Training, meditating. You're just a [Spirit Shwoop Sound] ... baby Aang!

AANG, confused: Well, more like preteen Aang. How do you know my name?

ZUKO, looking around: Wait, where are we?

AANG: Um... this is the-

SOKKA: Don't answer him! He's trying to get information out of you. You can't give away our location!

KATARA: Sokka, he's standing in the middle of our village. I think he knows.

ZUKO: We're here? This is so weird. I was just here for the Annual Penguin Race.

AANG: THERE'S AN ANNUAL PENGUIN RACE?!

ZUKO: Well, yeah, it was your idea... you gave a whole speech about cross-cultural cooperation and friendship, but I know you just wanted to go penguin sledding with a bunch of people...

AANG: Well, I-

SOKKA: Stop giving him more information! He already knows about the penguins!

Everybody else is confused, bewildered and even befuddled except for Iroh, who assumes that it's Spirit Shenanigans™️ and just fully accepts that his nephew likes tea and hugs and Pai Sho sometimes while being his usual shouty surly traumaball self at others.

ZUKO, stepping into the cabin: Hi, Uncle. I brought you some ginseng. How about a game of Pai Sho?

IROH, tearing up a little: I would love that, my nephew.

ZUKO: I wish we could do this more often, but you live so far away...

IROH, mentally calculating that he lives exactly three doors away from Zuko, and nodding sagely: The rat-viper may never climb the mountain that a hog-monkey can, but the monkey does not know what lies underneath it.

ZUKO, sighing sadly: I know, Uncle. I do appreciate my position in life, even if it has disadvantages.

IROH: Hmm. Your move, nephew.

The crew of Zuko's ship is terrified by the fact that whenever it happens, Zuko is somehow even more hyper-competent, seems to be weirdly calm about everything, and most unnervingly of all, he's polite.

SOLDIER: Here is a report on the best teahouses within three days travel of our current location, Sir. And, uh, Commander Zhao sent a messenger hawk.

ZUKO: Excellent. Thank you very much, Sergeant. I think we can ignore whatever Zhao has to say. In reply, I want you to send him a list of the most famous officers in Fire Nation history, and point out that none of them had sideburns. I want to see if he shaves them.

SOLDIER, sweating nervously: O-of course, Sir.

As a matter of fact, the whole fic could just be Zuko trolling Zhao. It would be glorious.

[nonbinary-ghost]

[Image description: a rainbow bush viper drawn on a black scratch board, with its mouth open to show its fangs in a smile-like shape. There is text around the snake that says "Betty the bush viper says 'just smile! If whatevers bithering you doesnt go away...bite it'." End description]

[azulsluver]

Okay but now I can't stop thinking of Office!Jamil doing such a good job of getting reader comfortable around him that now everytime he stabds behind reader to help with something you can't help but grind a little into him, or how whenever you grab onto him to stabilize yourself you end up feeling his muscles and staring a little while Jamil looks all smug at you and goes "need anything else?" As if he doesn't know the effect he has on you!

Eventually the tension between you two is so bad you start making out at the office when you had to stay after hours to finish a project.

Jamil is EXTREMELY smug when you take him home and he realises, in a moment you left him alone, that you have a whole secret altar (complete with pictures taken without his knowledge, a lock of hair and even a sweaty shirt he thought he lost) dedicated to him. He doesn't know if he should punish you for taking these things without his permission or reward you for your dedication, but either way you're both in for a really fun night.

I had to take laps after this.

tw: yandere/reader, stalking, unhealthy relationships, gross reader, suggestive themes.

Minor at writing !! Read at your own record

yandere!reader ToT my love!!! Becoming totally unhinged for the cute coworker who’s got such a nice smile. Thinking it was only an attraction until further on obsession, he makes you feel ways none of your exes could. The sexual tension between it as well, purposefully leaving or needing something and you want his help. And he never says no to you, smiling and nodding your way, biting your fingers from letting out a giggles. Or he helps you up by holding your waits, shifting your hips down to make him squeeze your thighs in acknowledgment, going red at his skilled digits digging into your skin.

You’ve collected so many things from him, his pens, hair ties, bracelets and plastic coffee cups. Bringing it to your lips so you can imagine kissing Jamil, you wonder if he’ll think you’re so gross for doing this, how your face confronts into pure bliss from licking the edges of the cap. You knew it was unhealthy but kept telling yourself it wasn’t that serious, that you’ll get over it! But then it led to taking pictures of him, keeping it in albums then printing them out. Day by day, you created a shrine dedicated to him, someone might mistaken as a shrine for a idol, but that works as well..

Jamil is professional, he wouldn’t cut his hair in a work place, so you’ll improvise, collecting strands of his hair in his office, it’s enough to sew on a Barbie dolls head, often washing it with his type of shampoo so you can smell it later on. Jamil often times come back to work after basketball practice with his friends, he doesn’t have to to change properly so he does it in the bathroom. He’s left unsupervised, so you following him and snatching your newfound prize in glee, bursting in joy as you stuff it in your bag before leaving. He’s never asked anyone where his shirt went.

Nsfw themes :3

Reader oh so accidentally spilling coffee on both of their shirts, clearly edging Jamil to head towards the locker to clean up. He’s all too eager and drags you along so he can clean the spills >.• I’m sure there’ll be an “occupied” sign just in case.

Being assigned to work on a project? And staying overnight with your crush? You’re in heaven. You felt as if the two of you have gotten closer, certain that Jamil is into you as well! You tried your best to act as normal as you can around him, but some days you felt as if he knew of your dirty secret, the notebooks filled about him and what you wished he could do to you. You’re zoning out in thought, Jamil tapping your shoulder to remind you to focus, the company paired you two to finish up a presentation for next weeks meeting.

Badly wanting for things to go your way, you make sure when the two of you were working you would run your foot up and down his leg; eyes on the screen as if you weren’t doing anything. Jamil would get riled up the longer you teased him, he’s up and behind your chair, grabbing your waist and forcing your chest onto the table. You’ll squeal as he grinds himself behind you, biting your earlobe and lecture you for being a tease, how you’re distracting him from work!

In a fit of giggles, you’ll croon your head to have his lips on yours, licking and nibbling on his tongue and teeth as you both scatter the papers off the table, driving your shirt up to feel your chest and unbutton your pants. You’re glad there’s no cameras in the office you two are in.

It becomes a routine between you two, go to work, tease a little through the day before finishing off in whatever place Jamil had in stored for you. Dragging you away after a meeting so he can have you give him a blow job. Leaving hickeys on your shoulder in the break room. Go into the bathroom stalls when everyone is busy during the rush, using your thighs to relieve himself so it’s less messy. People will notice sooner or later.

Finally having the guts to take Jamil back to your place. Something about it is so romantic even after the whole ordeal. You made sure to hide everything, clean your bedroom and bathroom. Promising Jamil that the two of you can fully make love if you fixed your schedule. And he didn’t back down on the offer, kissing your forehead as a grin spreads his lips. Say you tell him to wait in your room as you left to get snacks, leaving him to stare and glance around before standing up. He’s been in your room, but he never got the chance to see what was behind your closet. Pushing the hangers away and revealing another door, hooking his finger on the handle and pulling it open. At first he’s stunned, shoulders shaking from the laugh he tried to conceal. The shirt he was missing, hair ties and,..coffee cups?

He licks his lips in anticipation at the lipstick mark, the thought crosses his mind of you placing your lips on it. Did you think of him? Touch yourself while imagining he kissed you until he’s taken your breath? The hair is what he’s most proud of. Jamil can’t stop his hands from reaching for it, it’s heavily scented of his shampoo brand. You’ve done research, and he’s so happy you’re just as bad as him.

The door closes and locks, with you setting down the snacks on the bed, eyes blank as you ask him what he’s doing snooping around. You expected him to cower, to lash out on you and tell you you’re disgusting. But he doesn’t, Jamil coos at you for getting his bad side, flexing the photo in his fingers. Your eyes of a mind of their own, wildly changing from his attention to the floor. How embarrassing, but he’s telling you that you’re such a good thing for loving him only, but maybe next time you should ask for his permission to have a shrine of him. Dedicated or not, he wants you to learn an important lesson.

Eeee Jamil fucking you dumb and making you rehearse the notes you have about him, you say them out loud but all you’re giving him is slurred sentences. And he’s tutting you to do better, picking up the pace or giving shallow thrusts so you can whine.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

do you think you could write a little scenario about how leona, azul, jamil, idia, and cater would deal with a sudden bout of cuteness aggression. like they feel that there’s just something about reader right then and there that is so unexplainably adorable that they experience the overwhelming urge to physically express it. thank you!!

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul is the slightest bit irritated by this sudden bought of cuteness aggression, this overwhelming affection completely foreign to him. He doesn’t like that a person has this much control over him, enough to send him spiraling just from a playful smile or silly joke. He considered telling you to leave his office because you were thoroughly distracting him from his work, giving into the conversation you had started that was based on some odd hypothetical. He can’t deny how cute it is when you get excited at him indulging you, knowing he was only digging a deeper hole.

Cater Diamond:

Cater doesn’t have an issue with expressing how cute he thinks you are, even when it overwhelmed him like a slap to the face. He has an entire private album, never posted, of candid pics of you living your daily life (taken when inspiration struck, aka the cuteness aggression bug). You would dare to say most of them are boring, alluding to this being the reason he didn’t post them like he did everything else. It made him pout as you couldn’t be father from the truth! Those were his, for his eyes only to enjoy, and he couldn’t let anyone else see how cute you were when you didn’t even realize.

Idia Shroud:

Idia has to cover his face, almost curling up into a tiny ball as you look on in confusion. He couldn’t look at you a single second longer or he might explode, losing all coolness points he’s earned (if any, but he couldn’t take the chance). The tips of his hair give him away as usual but even as you question what might be wrong, he thinks how cute it is that you’re concerned with him. Perhaps he wasn’t the protagonist but one of many love interests, and you had so thoroughly maxed out his love levels that everything you did raised his affection to this unbearable point.

Jamil Viper:

Jamil does have the tendency to get swept up in emotion, and while he’s generally more reserved with showing affection, the cuteness overload always gets to him. You’re always surprised when he randomly squeezes you in a tight hug from behind, thinking his last name should’ve been considered a warning to any who knew him. You’ll never receive an answer as to why he did this, with Jamil hiding his face in your shoulder to put off meeting your curious gaze until he could think of a way to change topics.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona moved so quickly it reminded you that he was a carnivore, a predator, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. His hands grip your face and force you to stare into his eyes, your heart jumping in your chest at the intense look on his face. His own expression remained neutral but it seemed he was looking for something, observing the small details of your face, eyes settling longest on your lips before they drifted up again to meet your gaze. When it seemed you were about to ask a question Leona crushed his lips against yours to silence you, not wanting to answer a single question about his sudden need to be close.

[gijoe-forever]

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

A Well Deserved Grudge

Summary: You still hate them after their overblot

Notes: GN Yuu. Some based off some stuff from the light novel. Yuu is pretty evil in Jamils. General edginess that comes with angst

Based on this old post abt Yuu with scars

Riddle Rosehearts

A familiar click of heels has you on edge. As they approach you turn around to face him, messing with some of the bandages around your neck from your last encounter. There stood Riddle, his confident stance dropping the second he meets your eyes. 

His usual piercing gaze filled with anxiety as the words he so wanted to say— needed to say— died on his tongue. He's such a coward without a rule book. He's even more cowardly under your scrutiny.

"What?” You deadpan at him and Riddle swallows, looking at the bandages on your neck and arms. He then looks at your face, covered in a few scratches from rose bushes.

“... I… am here to… ” His voice shook toward the end and he took a breath to steady himself. “I'm sorry Yuu. I didn't mean to hurt you.”

You merely raised a brow and fully turned to him. Riddle could see the gash along your neck that peeked through some of the bandages. A grim reminder on how his magic failed during his overblot. The expression you had on your face as the collar around your neck continued to tighten and cut into you haunts him.

“You’re apologizing?” A flicker of determination flashes in Riddle's eyes as he nods. 

“Yes. I know it's not enough but… I'm sorry.” The dullness of your eyes reminds the dormleader that this was far from enough to smooth things over.

“I do not forgive you.” He should have expected that, yet he winces still. What is he supposed to do in this scenario? What else does he say? There is no rule, no guide to what he has done. Deuce and Ace said that he needs to make things right, but how?

“... I understand. If there's anything I can do to earn your forgiveness, please–”

“I don't think there's anything you could do that makes this okay.” Your voice is dull as you pull at the bandages on your neck. “Shouldn't you be in the headmage's office fighting your expulsion?”

It was true. Crowley was to judge whether or not he was to be expelled for his actions. It scared him. “I… I am but–”

“Then go. We both know you won't be kicked out– Crowley doesn't have a backbone and your bitch of a mother will make sure you stay in. You want to ‘earn’ my forgiveness? Stay the hell away from me.” 

Riddle grits his teeth and closes his fist tighter. Emotions of all kinds surge through him. He's confused, he's guilty, he's angry, he's lost. 

Most of all, he's scared. Scared of your gaze, scared of how you hold yourself. Your eyes remind him so much of the ones above him he tries to please and they're boring into him with such disapproval.

“I don't want to see you around, get your shitty tantrums in check. Just because you lose your head doesn't mean others have to. Just go.”

By now you've turned away and started walking off. Riddle could only watch, unable to find the strength to move or say anything. It was probably for the better. He needs to go to the Headmage.

Jamil Viper

He hates this feeling. You have forgiven him, though and through, water under the bridge and he hates it. He hates how you shrug it off. He hates that you don't hate him. He hates this guilt.

He mind controlled you. You. A magicless and defenseless human who was already helping him. You who are in a position so similar to his. You who had no way to fight back. He kidnapped you, keeping you in Scarabia for days regardless of your own plans. If it weren't for your dorm ghosts feeding the fire fairies, Crowley would have cut off your food for the week.

Then he tried to kill you, and had the audacity to be angry at you for it. To add even more salt into the wound you were so kind with him afterwards. You didn’t seem to take it seriously. Take him seriously. Your attitude reminds him so much of Kalim which makes this even worse.

He hates your smile. He hates your attitude. He hates the way you have to walk because of your injuries. He hates seeing glimpses of the wounds on your abdomen from him.

Yet another reminder of his failures. How he hates someone that's not entirely to blame. How he hates someone that's overly nice. He avoids your gaze so often he doesn't notice the glints of satisfaction within it.

Vil Schoenheit

He could only stare at the prefect within the mirror. Their gaze so fixated on themselves and their new appearance they paid no mind to the hospital bed they should be laying in. He wants to lecture them to sit, lay back down and to stop sitting up, but he's sure they would break down if he did.

Blackened veins run along your body, your skin reddened and inflamed in random areas. Even with all the magical remedies the doctors have given you, the black tar like substance runs through you still. “Good going Vil. Really fucked that one up huh?” 

Vil’s eyes met yours in the mirror, he could see your face steel itself before you turned to him. Your eyes stood out against the inky scrawls of venom coursing through you. They were so cold, so angry.

“... I know this is something I may never be able to amend…” Vil starts, taking a breath. Fuck. Years of acting and hard work are lost on him. It is hard to keep strong when seeing how badly your own childishness, your own selfishness hurt someone this badly.

“I want to apologize. I know this is far from enough. I plan to not only cover any costs that may occur in your recovery, but to also offer my support in any way I can during your recovery.” 

Your gaze only hardens. "Bare minimum I guess…” You sniffle a bit as words slur. It was clear you were still inebriated. You weren't going to be the most logical right now, but that's fine. He will say this apology a million times over if it would make it right.

“... If there is anything you need..."

“Go away.” You sniffle again, wiping away tears. “Just leave.” Vil swallows and shuts his eyes for a moment. “I understand.” 

As he turns to leave the drugs in your system really start to kick in. “You… You really are a villain.” The words come out crude and harsh, no doubt you are speaking to hurt him. Yet as you turned away he could see your face in the mirror.

Scared. You were scared of him. You were scared and truly believed in what you were saying. And you weren't wrong. He is a villian.

Malleus Draconia

A mighty dragon places his glass heart in the hands of a human without their knowledge, and is enraged when the human breaks it. Except here Malleus broke it himself to protect himself from the possibility of the human hurting him first. Now he holds the shards of what's left and sees them stained not by his blood, but by yours.

A position he put onto you, his only friend. He does not even know if he has the right to call you that anymore. Not after his little stunt. Children of men do not deserve to be locked away in the dark, no matter how beautiful you were in it. They were to be free. Even if it hurt him. You and him could have been free together.

He looks at your expression. It still holds no fear, no anxiety, just as foolishly brave you were when he first met you. Instead it holds disappointment. Such a pathetic emotion that he would smite off anyone else if it wasn't you. 

“... You're really selfish, you know that?” You mutter and look away from him, as if not wanting to believe the words coming out of your own mouth. “Were we really friends or was I just some doll to you? Some obsession?”

A sniffle. “I wanted to be your friend…” Malleus hasn't the words to respond. He can only open his mouth then close it. “I know. I'm sorry. You made me so happy I wanted you all to myself. It's not an excuse, but when I thought I would be losing you, it was too much for me. I made… A very rash decision.”

There's silence. More deafening than the silence at his birthday parties growing up. “Is there any possibility you could forgive me?” It was a daring question, one he was afraid to know the answer to. 

“... I don't know, Tsuno. I think… I think I need some time to think about it.” You turn away from him and his heart sinks, the pet name does nothing to soothe his nerves.

He remembers all the times he's told you how his kind are born cruel and you would tell him that his actions have shown just how kind he could be. That him learning to be nice and overcoming his nature is more meaningful than anyone who was born that way. 

And he ruined that. He may not be able to choose his nature but he can choose his actions. He chose to hurt you.