#blitz thunders

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[forthedancingandthethriving]

A head peeks into four universes, followed by a body.

Heat radiates from their bodies, even if for two it's not as intense. They float around, keeping themselves quiet.

Each one finds their target soon enough.

Hands shaking, each one loads a bullet into a chamber.

"It won't take effect immediately," the voice of the director rings in their mind as they each close the chamber. "It'll slowly make them forgetful until by the time they realize it's far too late."

One peeks around a wall.

One hides hides in the shadow of a pillar.

One hides behind a tree.

One ducks behind some bushes.

"It'll feel like a simple bug bite to them. There's no need to worry."

Each hand raises the gun, hand shaking a bit.

"So just aim.."

To the one behind a wall, she's shaking the most.

"And fire."

Four triggers are pulled, but something goes arwy with the first.

Something cuts through the air following it, cutting the bullet in two. Her eyes behind her mask widen.

But all the bullets hit their mark, and they leave.

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"Son of a.." Juliano mutters, pressing a hand to the back of his neck before moving it away. Mosquitoes in winter?

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Nimbus jolts with a low hiss and quickly turns her head to look at her tail. She frowns softly, flicking it. It felt as though a bug had bitten it.

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"Ow!" Irene grumbles, pressing a hand to her shoulder. She quickly looks at it and tilts her head. Did she.. imagine that?

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Tulip grunts softly in pain and looks down at her chest. She bites her lip and turns her head back towards the wall towards the entrance of her shop.

Nothing was there.

As she glances towards the window, she sees a flash of something green. Quickly getting up, she rushes over to it and opens it, peeking her head put.

All she sees it the wisp of a green cloak, clearly made of coat from the faint numbers imprinted, before there's the familiar sound of a portal opening and closing.

"The hell..?" Tulip tilts her head.

As she turns and shuts the window, exiting the shop, another portal opens. Beside the cut half of the bullet, a coal-black hand reaches out and grabs it. The bullet is turned over before the hand retreats into the portal, which once more closes.

[hazbinbossbrainrot]

New Rules - Dua Lip

My love

He makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else

But my love

He doesn't love me, so I tell myself, I tell myself

One: Don't pick up the phone

You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone

Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again

Three: Don't be his friend

You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'

And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him

[larrgejarr]

Some tank: I can't wait to attack the point

Me in a burning out of control Arado Blitz: woe, SC 500 be upon ye.

[xiao-keychain-anon]

[iinsawdious]

some horses

[lotus-duckies]

seriously why is there so much simping around boys with tree names

[nosvertes]

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[clairdelunelove]

dry the rain

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

genre: fluff! (rainy day drabble)

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, awkward!ghost

synopsis: getting caught up in the rain during a mission is pretty miserable. but ghost makes it his goal to keep you dry and warm– even if it includes shedding off a layer!

a.n. I've been pushing myself to write more and I had a small idea come to mind since it's been raining a lot recently! personally, I imagine him in his 'jawbone' outfit in this one! stay safe, cuties! and if you wish to show more support here's my kofi! <3

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thinking about ghost's inner dilemma when the weather gets colder and he realizes that he'd offer anything to you– including his clothes.

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missions in the rain were, in many cases, the absolute worst. unbearably muddy terrain caused the task force to reroute several times, delaying the overall pick-up time, and he was essentially losing his patience over the whole ordeal. he still had inventory to check, weapons to reload, and strategies to draft. too much on the agenda; too little time. a huff leaves his lips as he hankers down in a rather secluded spot. there aren’t too many recruits flocking around him in this area since they’re preoccupied with shielding away from the incessant rainstorm. many of them crowd around large trees to find cover under the broad leaves. some were huddling to retain warmth because the onslaught of rain meant that a frigid breeze accompanied it. but he settles in the outskirts and it's tolerable. he’s adapted to shouldering the storm and chilliness. though, he does admit that the downpour was intense and his drenched balaclava was a consequence of that. it was so damp and sodden that it clung uncomfortably to the contours of his face. his hand claws at the front of his mask to ease the irritating feeling.

ghost who overhears your quiet sniffling despite your efforts of muffling the noise. it’s so hushed that he barely recognizes it over the harsh thundering of rain but his ears perk at the typical sound. and sure, he distinctly recalls that this is probably your first experience with such severe weather since you were belatedly tossed into this group but it’s a run-of-the-mill incident. technically, it’s not his problem. the icy wind is numbing enough to discern that a person is bound to experience some of the symptoms that coexist with this type of extreme weather. it’s only natural– nothing to fret over. yet, his head turns in your direction before logic can kick in. 

ghost who stiffly asks, “you cold?” like his eyes don’t frantically scan your face for any signs of discomfort. he’d already deduced your current state; spotting the blueish tint creeping up on the edge of your lips and how your eyes appear hazy. he shoves himself into your proximity and at this angle his physique engulfs you. his gloved hand reaches to push the hood of his khaki poncho down so he can properly assess your condition and at this moment he’s unbothered by how sopping wet his mask is. or how intense the rain is. doesn’t care about it anyway– just intends on helping you.  with rain droplets pouring down your face, you look like a hollow version of yourself. vaguely perceives the nauseating tug in his chest when you manage a bleak smile and joke, “was unprepared for this since I didn’t know it’d be raining cats and dogs.” 

ghost who knowingly shakes his head at your banter but still indulges you by murmuring, “is that how the sayin’ goes?” because he fancies the way your lips curl into a lopsided grin. thunder rumbles in the distance and the cozy moment is partially interrupted. ghost notices that your shoulders tense at the occasional roar and you absentmindedly hum in response to his question. you have the best intentions but it’s too late because he’s uttering a curse as your teeth chatter from the blitz of a strong gust of wind that seeps through your layers of clothing. 

ghost who silently begins to shed off his poncho; his only layer of rain-resistant clothing. doesn’t mull over the consequences of catching a cold or worse– never even considers it. he’s prepared to sacrifice for you. “oh,” he hears your surprised gasp and sees how quickly your hands outstretch to ward off his offering, “you need it more than I do, lieutenant. thank you though.” and there’s that sheepish smile on your face again. the flicker of your eyes informs him that you’re embarrassed for needing extra support. for being human. and he’ll never quite understand how genuinely selfless you are. the trait is synonymous to you and a source of strength that is entirely yours to keep. to thrive off of. “s’just take it, pup,” his voice rumbles as profound as a pass of thunder, “you’re cold.” 

ghost who jabs, “don’t fancy carryin’ ya when you get fuckin’ hypothermia,” and then adds under his breath, “don’t want to risk it. ‘specially not with you.” the first half is a total lie and it’s obvious by how he shifts when he says it. he’d carry you to the ends of the earth. however, the second half of his comment is drowned out by the ample rainfall. and you never do hear those words that would’ve kept you warm for eternity but you’re given the next best circumstance when he crouches closer to you. the pouches of his tactical vest, housing grenades or ammunition, dig into your chest and it’s supposed to be uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the gentle way ghost drapes the large garment over your shoulders. 

ghost who takes it upon himself to secure the poncho’s hood over your head so it rests snugly under your chin. you’re still shivering, hot puffs of air escape your lips, but the function of the extra layer slowly warms you up. his gaze on you is burning, “you don’t ever have to pretend,” and then murmurs, “not with me. not ever.” the fabric does its job immediately and shields you from the onslaught of rain. that isn’t the issue he’s concerned about, however.

ghost who, when he pulls away, sucks in a shaky breath because the view that greets him will frequent his dreams. he’s certain of it. his touch accidentally dips down to the slope of your collarbones and he’s directly reminded that you’re wearing his poncho. his clothes. and it drapes over your body so alluringly. dips and presses into every curve of your body. possessiveness creeps up on him like a threatened animal, baring sharp canines and all. your prying eyes don’t aid in the situation either. raking up his exposed forearms, sifting and inquisitive about the tattoos that swirl in a manic pattern. a rare strip of his skin that graces your vision. 

ghost who awkwardly indicates how the fabric loosely hangs off your upper torso since it’s made for his broader physique, “looks ridiculous,” but he’s tugging the hood of the poncho over your eyes. can’t physically operate when he watches how your dewy lashes flutter when he allows his fingers to graze over your shoulders and pat down the cloth for wrinkles. his actions are meant to be mindless, calculative, and intended to take his mind off of you. yet, he can’t– and doesn’t wish to. desires to douse himself in the ethereal glow you embody. the wide, grateful glint in your gaze that brands him vulnerable and when you smile up at him he feels the clouds break. lets the sun warm his skin.

[bleucaesura]

AN ENDING - 4/4

“You…You love me?” Stolas whispered.

The FUCK?!

Blitz jolted upright. His heart leapt into his throat. He couldn't breathe. Because, there in the now open doorway, stood a disheveled Stolas, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever fucking seen.

“Wha… Stolas?” Blitz squeaked. He turned away, wiping the tears from his eyes with the heels of his hands as he scooted backwards, trying to put some distance between them. “Where did you come from?”

He looked back. Stolas stared down at him wide and teary-eyed.

“I…” Stolas sniffled and wiped tears from his eyes. “I thought you'd left.”

This fucker.

“No.” Blitz bristled, forgetting how happy he was to see him. “You fucking THREW me OUT.” He turned around, getting on his hands and knees, steadying himself to stand. “There's a BIG fucking DIFFERENCE.”

Stolas staggered back, clutching his chest. He looked like he'd been slapped in the face.

Blitz’s heart ached to see Stolas this way. But fuck him! He’d thrown him away!

“I…” Stolas’s voice cracked. “I'm so sorry.”

Blitz stood and brushed himself off, turning away from Stolas so he couldn't see how much he was hurting.

“I didn't MEAN to throw you out…” Stolas’s voice shook with tears.

Blitz growled, clenching his fists at his sides.

“The fuck is THAT supposed to mean?!” He whipped around to face Stolas. He jabbed a finger in his face. “You just ACCIDENTALLY ended things between us and OOPSIE-DOOPSIE tossed your old toy out on the street?!”

Stolas fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands, sobbing.

“No! No no no no no!” Stolas cried and shook his head. He balled his fists in his head feathers and fell forward, curling into himself.

Blitz staggered back, shocked. He’d never seen Stolas like this. He wanted to hold him so badly. Wanted to tell him that he forgave him and that everything would be ok…

But Stolas didn’t want him.

“You don’t understand,” Stolas cried. “You don’t understand…” He sobbed and began to shake.

Fuck it.

Blitz knelt in front of Stolas. His heart was racing a mile a minute. He was scared out of his mind. But he couldn’t watch Stolas tear himself apart like this.

Blitz reached out and cupped his hands over the fists in Stolas’s head feathers. Stolas jolted in surprise and looked up at Blitz with swollen, tear-filled eyes.

Blitz’s heart swelled looking into those eyes. He flushed and smiled awkwardly, trying to keep his cool. He carefully loosened Stolas’s fists from his feathers and brought them down off his head.

Stolas watched Blitz in awe. How could he treat him so well after everything? He was sure Blitz could hear the thundering of his heart.

Blitz looked down at their hands and cleared his throat. He brushed his thumb across Stolas’s knuckles affectionately.

“You said I don’t understand.” He peeked up at Stolas nervously. “Explain it to me.”

Stolas felt his mind go blank.

Shit… What am I supposed to say?!

“Did you mean what you said?” The words were out of his mouth before he even registered what he was saying.

The fuck did that come from?!

Stolas felt his demon give him a little playful wink and shrug.

Oh… YOU… I‘ll deal with YOU LATER!

It snickered. Stolas internally rolled his eyes.

Blitz flushed. “Uh…” He looked away and scratched his cheek, smiling bashfully. “What exactly did I say again?”

Stolas swallowed hard. It was all or nothing now.

“You… You said you love me.”

Blitz went rigid. He turned a deeper red. Then white, gray, and green.

“Whelp.” He let go of Stolas’s hands and turned to crawl away. “Time for me to go die now.”

“Blitz please!” Stolas squawked and grabbed Blitz’s shirt-back and suspenders. He pulled too hard and sent Blitz flailing backward into him. They fell back, Blitz landing with his back against Stolas’s chest. Stolas wrapped his arms around him and dipped his head into the crux of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling deeper.

Blitz couldn’t help but shiver. He’d missed Stolas so much. Missed being held by him. Holding him.

He hesitantly reached up and clutched Stolas’s arms in his hands below his chin. He could feel Stolas’s heart hammering against his back. Or maybe that was his heart? It didn’t matter. It was a rolling thunder and it was intoxicating. Blitz couldn’t help himself from tilting his head and nuzzling into Stolas.

“Did you mean it?” Stolas whispered against Blitz’s ear. It sent electric shocks through him to places he didn’t want to admit. Because it broke the spell.

“Why the fuck does it matter?” He wriggled to get free of Stolas’s embrace. “You’re done with me! Done with us… Why does it matter how I feel?”

Blitz broke free of Stolas’s arms and clambered to stand. He was so angry. His heart made him ache from head to toe. He steeled himself and turned around, ready for a fight, only to see the hurt and despair in Stolas's eyes as he sat on the ground looking up at him.

“It matters… Because, I love you, you idiot!” Stolas yelled, tears streaming down his face.

Blitz felt like he’d been punched in the gut. His mind went blank.

“Wh… What?”

Oh yeah. Great answer! Fucking numpty! Get your shit together!

“I love you.” Stolas choked back tears. “That’s why I wanted to end the contract. Why I wanted to give you your freedom.”

Stolas got up onto his knees and took Blitz’s hands into his. Blitz staggered back, but Stolas held tightly and continued.

“I want MORE. I wanted you to choose me for ME. Not because you had to. But because you wanted to.”

“I…” Blitz was reeling. He kept looking around at anything but Stolas, seemingly planning his escape. “No… You’re fucking with me…”

Stolas heaved a heavy sigh. He reached out and cupped Blitz’s cheek, turning him to face him.

“Do you truly think so little of me that you believe I’d do such a thing?”

Shit…

“Wha..?” Blitz looked terrified. “No… But..”

“Then why can’t you accept that I love you?” Stolas smiled sadly.

Something snapped inside Blitz. He bristled and felt as all his old self hatred washed over him.

“Because no one loves me!” He yelled. He looked at Stolas and sneered. “No one.”

Stolas let go of Blitz’s hand and pulled his hand from Blitz’s cheek as his feathers puffed in indignation.

“Beg your pardon, but you don’t get to tell me how I feel.” He glared at the imp angrily.

Blitz flinched, looking sufficiently cowed.

“I didn’t mean…” He looked away and growled. “Fuck.”

Stolas softened. He could see Blitz was struggling.

“I love you Blitz.” He reached out a tentative hand and affectionately caressed his cheek. “The question is: Do you love me?”

“Dammit, Stolas!” Blitz swatted Stolas’s hand away, and threw his arms in the air angrily. “I can’t let myself love you!”

Stolas stood, with his hands on his hips, and glared down indignantly at Blitz.

“And why the hell not?” He bent in half and shoved his face in Blitz’s.

“Because I destroy everything I touch!” Blitz yelled. He turned away and clutched his arms across his chest defensively. He squatted down, hung his head and whispered, “And I love you too fucking much to let myself destroy you…”

It took a moment for Stolas to register what Blitz had just said. He stood there bent in half with his hands on his hips looking like an idiot chicken as he processed..

I love you… I love you… He said ‘I love you’…

Stolas’s brain slowly melted and he looked over at Blitz. He was hugging himself tightly and had begun to shake. Stolas’s heart clenched.

Stolas scooped Blitz into his arms and kissed him on the cheek. He looked up at him with red, puffy, tear-stained eyes.

“For such a smart man, you can be so stupid…” Stolas chuckled, smiling lovingly down at the handsome imp in his arms.

Blitz stared up into Stolas’s eyes. He didn’t quite know what he was searching for. Probably a reason to run; any hint that Stolas didn’t actually love him.

“I’m scared…” He whispered, tears stinging his eyes.

Stolas leaned down and touched his forehead to his.

“Me too.” Stolas closed his eyes.

Blitz wrapped his arms around Stolas’s neck and ran his fingers through the feathers on the back of his head. He relished in the way Stolas shivered under his touch. Stolas was clutching him tightly against him. He pulled Stolas closer to him and brushed his lips against his beak. The air between them was thick and heavy. His eyes half lidded.

“This is a bad idea…” He whispered against Stolas’s beak. He felt Stolas’s breath hitch as his mouth opened a little bit and he pushed forward searching for Blitz’s lips; searching for a kiss. Stolas whimpered.

Fuck yeah…

Blitz smiled. He felt that familiar rush of want flood through him from head to toe. He grabbed a handful of feathers and tugged Stolas’s head back. Stolas made a delicious hooting moan.

“You know me and bad ideas though,” Blitz leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I love ‘em.”

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[hazbinbossbrainrot]

⚡️ Thunder Howler (OC)⚡️

Russian name: Molniya

Note: Since Thunder is a copycat of Blitz — but less dysfunctional — and I decided to do the translation of the name Molniya which, in German, means “Lightening” 😈

Theme songs:

Goals:

• To get Stolas to understand that he deserves better and to coax him away from his dysfunctional relationship with Blitz

* Also to make sure Stolas is more than loved physically, mentally, and emotionally; to treat him with kindness, respect (things he had been lacking from both Stella & Blitz)

• For Thunder to rekindle the estrangement between him and his biological daughter (even if it meant he allowed Loona to continue her familial relationship with Blitz, despite how hostile he felt about it)

Basics:

Species: Demon (Hellhound)

Sex type: Bottom (sub)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Ages:

• 30 years old (for Stolas)

• 18 years old (for Phoebe OC)

Height: 8ft tall

Sex: Male

Occupation(s):

• Bodyguard for Verosika Mayday (formerly)

* Got replaced by Vortex as soon as she had heard about Thunder giving his daughter up for adoption

• Prince Constort

* Through being married to Stolas, if their relationship goes very well

• Spelling Bee Champion

(Definite dig at Blitz and his spelling 🤣)

• Lead singer of his band (part time)

* Genre: TBD

• Florist (full time)

Nationality:

• Russian 🇺🇦 (from mum)

*So, unlike Blitz, who cusses purposely for aggression, Thunder does it because it’s part of his Slavic culture and they’re known for it.

• English 🇬🇧 (taught by Stolas)

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Flaws:

• Autism / ADHD

• Stage fright

• Insomnia

• Dyslexic

Strengths:

• Sexually experienced

*Thunder is more experienced than Stolas with both male and female partners, which is good because he can teach him what he likes and dislikes when come to being sexually active

• Literacy & spelling (like Stolas 😂)

• Emotionally stable

• Vulnerability

Weaknesses:

• Being family oriented

• Englishness (broken)

* Thunder may be perceived as pushy and gruff due to Russian being his first language for example: “you get better” (and really the accent doesn’t help 😂)

• Pacifism

* Unlike Stolas, who selectively kills as a last resort, Thunder will not be able to murder people even when it comes to friends & family being in danger

Likes:

• Intellectual games

* Crossword puzzles

* Rubiks cube

* Scrabble etc

• Educating people on things

* Particularly telling/showing Stolas CAN be gentle when it comes to having sex (and that it doesn’t have to be BDSM all the time)

• Complimenting on his boyfriend & rewarding him with public affection

• Gardening

* Given Thunder’s occupation, of course, and it fits in very well with one Stolas’s favourite hobbies 🥹

• Musical talents

* Being the leader singer of his unnamed band

• Jokes (especially when Stolas makes them)

• Speaking in his mother (native) tongue

• Calling Blitz by his deadname/vowel

• Stolas being a top (dominant) 😏

• His daughter (familial way)

• Stolas’s human form

• Family orientation

• Reading books

• Soap operas

• Positivity

• Therapy

• Sex (making love)

* Being a bottom

* Gentleness

* Pillow talk

* Foreplay

Sex kinks:

• Human forms

* If bedding a hellhound, Goetia and succubi / incubi (with the help of the Asmodean Crystals)

• Multiple languages

* Mainly the arousing ones like Italian or Spanish

• Being dominated

• Praising Stolas

• Role playing

• Leg fetish

Dislikes:

• Swearing

*Again, it’s apart of his culture to swear — unlike Blitz who does it out of aggression — but even though he does it himself he still doesn’t like it. Stolas would be pleased he doesn’t have to say “language!” every 5 minutes - which is ironic because he swears too… awww soulmates!! 🤣)

• His family being strictly homophobic (especially about Stolas’s sexuality)

* In Russia the punishable offence of being gay is death, so Thunder doesn’t mean to be a hypocrite, but it was how he was raised by, culture-wise

• Constantly being compared to Blitz and reminded that Thunder was never there for Loona as a father

• Stolas getting hurt (emotionally and physically)

• The song “Hound Dog” by Elvis Presley

• Blitz being a good dad to Loona 🤣

• Striker trying to kill Stolas (twice)

• Being treated like a pet / servant

• “Quiet Time” being interrupted

• Loona being upset with him

• The idea of eating rats

• Being rough in bed

• Murders >>> I.M.P

• Dysfunction

• Blitz himself

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Romantic interests:

• Stolas of the Ars Goetia (boyfriend ❤️‍🩹)

• Moona Moonstone (baby mama)

• Verosika Mayday (formerly)

• Blitz Buckzo (temporarily)

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Friends:

• Moxxie & Millie Knolastname

• Loona Buckzo / Howler

• Joe & Lin

Other:

• T.J. of the Ars Goetia

* illegitimate child of Stolas & Blitz

• Blitz(o) Buckzo

* Arch rival & co-parent of Loona

Enemies:

• Hellhound Adoption Centre

* For mistreating Loona for years on end 😈

• Andrealpus & Stella

• King Paimon

• Striker

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Nicknames:

• Alejandro (by Stolas, when role playing 😆)

* My dear/love

* Darling

• Your guy (by Angel Dust, to Stolas)

• Thunder (by Loona & Stolas)

• Hound (by Alarik - RP)

• Brother (by Anastasia)

• Molniya (by Anfisa)

• Mutt (by Blitz)

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Family:

Mother: Anfisa Belovuk-Howler

Father: Richard Howler (✝️)

Sister: Anastasia Howler

Immediate:

Husband: Stolas of the Ars Goetia

(step) Daughter: Octavia of the Ars Goetia

(biological) Daughter: Loona Buckzo / Howler (estranged)

(adoptive) Daughter: T.J. of the Ars Goetia

* She is also the illegitimate child of Stolas & Blitz

Extended:

Father-in-law: King Paimon of the Ars Goetia

Mother-in-law: Queen Octavia of the Ars Goetia (Sr) (✝️)

Unnamed aunts and uncles AKA Stolas’s siblings

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Family name:

• Howler (original)

• Ars Goetia (via Stolas)

• Buckzo (via Blitz)

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Abilities:

• Weapon proficiency

• Human disguise

• Night vision

Unique:

* Dog noises

Skills set:

• Polyglot tongue

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Appearance & personality:

Thunder is a white and grey wolf-like hellhound with red sclera and white irises (similar to Loona). He has a athletic build from his days of body guarding as well as moving around horticultural and it’s items

Human form:

TBD

How would you describe Thunder’s personality?

(Pretty much everything that Blitz isn’t 😂)

• Homophobic

* As a part of his culture which includes killing people who are actually gay! Which is why he had run away from home because he didn’t want to be killed for being attracted to men half (pun intended) of the time

* Jealous of Blitz and Stolas’s relationship 😆

* Professional

* Respectful

* Protective

* Comedic

* Honest

* Patient

* Loyal

* Kind

* Wise

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Relationships:

Anfisa Belovuk-Howler:

Thunder’s mother was very strict with his upbringing and very much a homophobic which had lead Thunder to keeping it a secret that, if in future, he was pansexual.

He also oftentimes didn’t understand his mother’s accent or why she wanted him to learn Slavic languages but he went understood the best he could have done.

Ever since being forced to put Loona up for adoption as a pup, Thunder had cut all contact with Anfisa and taken his father’s surname, despite not being a “good influence”

Richard Howler:

Thunder had never met his father because he died when he was a puppy but he hadn’t heard good things about him so he was really indifferent about it.

Anastasia Belovuk-Howler:

TBD

Moona Moonstone:

Moona was Thunder’s first one night stand as he had begun to dabble around with his sexuality. But unfortunately he was more reckless than careful and soon enough impregnated her by accident.

Loona Buckzo / Howler:

Thunder has never met his daughter and when he had briefly, as a pup, Anfisa had stomped on it and told him to put her through an orphanage (preparing her storyline with Blitz 😈) and that no son of hers will be a father to a “bastard” child out of wedlock

His goal is make it up to Loona for “abandoning” her and putting her in the Hellhound Adoption Centre as a puppy and wants to rekindle their estranged father/daughter relationship

Stolas of the Ars Goetia:

The relationship became complicated whilst they were both “rebounding” (on the owl’s part 😂) from their previous relationships. Thunder first met Stolas in a gardening store to pick up some supplies for his flower shop.

Stolas had told Thunder that the didn’t want anything more than causal sex because he was still hurting from his “relationship” which both parties were in agreement.

Over time as Thunder and Stolas grew closer and closer to one another they eventually developed into a natural relationship (after many arguments, hurt feelings, and growth, and some respective therapy sessions)

Blitz Buckzo:

Thunder had NEVER liked Blitz. Not on— okay, maybe for a while he had, but that had been before finding out about his personality and type of person he was.

He also hadn’t liked the way Stolas would speak of him highly and even announced that he sometimes missed their situationship affair.

Thunder would oftentimes remind Stolas that he was in a better relationship now and that he didn’t need Blitz or his dysfunction anymore, that, he had done it out of the goodness of his heart to give him the book so he can continue his business but it wasn’t reciprocated in return.

Angel Dust:

Angel Dust had been the one to introduce Thunder to Stolas to help him “get over” Blitz and help the latter start his new life

T.J. of the Ars Goetia:

Thunder was excited to be a father to T.J. to begin with — hoping to incorporate some of his GOOD traits into her — but when she started having more of Blitz’s mannerisms he started to become more indifferent & polite towards her

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Rolling Stone #1119 December 9, 2010 - The Playlist Issue

(click for better quality) Here's the playlist if you want to take a listen! Transcript:

Gerard Way: Glam Rock

My Chemical Romance's frontman grew up a metalhead, but when he heard Iron Maiden's lead singer, Bruce Dickinson, cover Mott the Hoople's "All the Young Dudes," he discovered a whole other world, "I knew I had to find out more," Way says, "To some people, glam is just about makeup. To me, it's a very magical thing almost like witchcraft."

1: "Ziggy Stardust" David Bowie, 1972

This song defines glam. It was also the first thing in rock that really challenged people's notions of sexual orientation. Bowie actually sings about a man's ass! 2: "Children of the Revolution" T. Rex, 1972

You always knew Bowie would make it out alive and turn into another character; with Marc Bolan you didn't know that. He came across as very vulnerable. 3: "All the Young Dudes" Mott the Hoople, 1972

This is kind of a cheat because David Bowie wrote it for them, but I always preferred the Mott the Hoople version. By this point, Bowie was talking about the actual glam movement, which is why it's about kids stealing makeup and breaking into unlocked cars. Glam became about the kid in the room, the poster on the wall, putting on a women's short fur coat and eyeliner, with no shirt on, just listening to this music. 4: "Ballroom Blitz" Sweet, 1973

They completely break the fourth wall when the song opens up and they're calling each other by name. We emulated that on our song "Vampire Money." It literally starts out just like "Ballroom Blitz" does. 5: "Cum On Feel the Noize" Slade, 1973

Obviously, everybody knows this for the Quiet Riot version, but when you hear the original you realize just how bold it is. The soundscape they created is probably one of the best out of all the glam-rock bands. 6: "Love Is the Drug" Roxy Music, 1975

Roxy Music took the glam thing and then modified it. Bryan Ferry looks nothing like a glam artist, and that's what I love about him. He's wearing this great suit and he's got short hair and he's so romantic. Maybe some people wouldn't consider Roxy Music a glam band, but I do, for a lot of reasons. A major one is that they used to have Brian Eno behind the keyboard wearing feathers on his shoulders and eye shadow.

7: "Needles in the Camel's Eye" Brian Eno, 1974

Speaking of Eno, this is the first track on his first solo album. It's the glammiest track on the record. As soon as he finishes that song, he's almost over it, and he's moved on to something else. Besides Bowie, Eno is still the most important artist to me of the glam scene. When you heard his first album, you knew it was gonna be his last glam record. He just needed to do it once and he was done. 8: "Clones (We're All)" Alice Cooper, 1980

With "Clones," Alice Cooper was moving into the glam of the future, like this kind of Blade Runner replicant version of glam. Alice Cooper doesn't get enough credit for being a glam artist. A lot of people just say, "Oh, he's shock rock," but I think he's way more Rocky Horror than he is shock rock. 9: "48 Crash" Suzi Quatro, 1973

She's the most unsung glam rocker. She's also the prototype for the Runaways. "48 Crash" is one of her more aggressive songs. She looks amazing on the cover, wearing this black cat suit. Everything about the song is magic. 10: "Personality Crisis" New York Dolls, 1973

They were a lot more punk, but I will always consider the New York Dolls glam by the nature of how they looked and their attitude. They took glam to America and really challenged the sexuality of it. They also had Johnny Thunders, who's basically like the American Mick Ronson.

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To be scared

Captain John Price x f!reader Part 3/5

This is part tree of “To be injured” and "To be healed". I recommend reading these first otherwise some things in this one will not make much sense ;)

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Summary: John gets the call for a briefing and has to leave. Your feelings growing stronger it´s a time of facing fears and finding out what you really mean to John

Word count: 4.122

Warnings: Angst,SMUT! Minors, do not interact! This is not for you. Dirty talk, teasing, Phone sex, kissing, intimacy issues due to sexual trauma, toothrotting fluff, sexual acts

Authors note: !!!!!!!!!Please, please be careful when reading. I´ve triggered myself about four times writing this but writing about it is my outlet. If you have problems with intimacy due to sexual trauma or bad past relationships, please be warned. This one could be a bit much!!!!!!!!

Other than that, please have fun with the third part. It´s not all traumatizing :P

With a start that jolted you off of his body, John jumped out of your bed the moment his alarm blared through your bedroom. His sleep-crinkled skin, half shut eyes and sleepy groans however made it clear that he was not all the way conscious yet. While you sat up groggily and turned on your bedside lamp, he blinked several times and looked around. His gaze landed on you and suddenly the adorably bewildered expression on his face slipped into an unfairly sexy, sleepy grin. “What time is it?” you mumbled while he sat back down on the bed for a moment, pulling you into his chest. You nuzzled your nose into his chest hair while he checked his phone. “03:45 in the mornin´” he rumbled with a sigh. Rumbled! Like gods damn thunder! His voice nearly just a dark vibration in his chest, almost inaudible it was so deep. You shivered for a second when you suddenly realized that your sweet, caring John-boy probably wasn´t so sweet and caring when he was raking havoc gods know where.

Was that the voice that some poor motherfucker heard before lights out? Probably.

“´M sorry I woke you up” he rasped again as you shook your head kissing his bearded cheek. “You looked a bit lost there for a second” you teased and he gave a hearty chuckle while standing and pulling you with him. “True” he said with a smile. “I wasn´t quite sure where I was and after waking up, that is not an ideal situation in my line of work.” Slowly his hands landed on your ribcage, stroking it lovingly up and down while yours rested on his chest. “But then I saw you…Knew I was fine then.” Your heart squeezed and pounded against your chest violently. “Glad to be of assistance, soldier.”

It slipped, honest to the gods, it slipped. You had no idea how he would react to you calling him that. You still hadn´t had a proper conversation about his occupation. The do´s and don’ts when it came up. What vernacular to use or definitely not to use… Your worries were unwarranted though. His eyes blitzed when a lopsided smile adorned his lips. You could feel his chest swell a little under your palms when he spoke.

“Captain, actually.” He stated.

“Oh,” you said dumbstruck. “OH!”

Realisation hit you quickly when you went through your basic knowledge about the military ranks in your head.

He laughed and nodded his head. “Might as well use my proper title, little one. What did I bust my arse off for, for years, if not to show off to my girl?”

You immediately felt the heat rush to your face and with a flustered squeak and sputtering breaths, you hit your forehead against his chest again and again while he chuckled amusedly.

When you looked up at him again he had the smuggest look you had ever seen on him plastered onto his face. “You are a menace,” you said, trying to sound offended by the fact he made you this flustered. It wasn´t working at all. Gently leaning down and brushing his nose with yours, he just smiled and hummed his confirmation before kissing you firmly. Melting into him you decided that waking up at such an ungodly hour was fine. It was fine and you would do it every single day if you could just hear this voice, feel this sleepy kiss. He detached from you just as your skin began to heat up properly and pressed his face into your neck.

“Bloody hell, ´m still half asleep…need some coffee” he mumbled. Palming his back gently you pushed him slightly away from you. “Go get dressed. I´ll make coffee.” With that, you put on your fluffy green robe and left for the kitchen.

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John was staring after you. For a solid minute he stood in the middle of the room, clad in only his boxer-briefs and staring after you. This was truly an interesting morning. He couldn’t check even one box from his carefully constructed routine simply because, he wasn’t in his own apartment. By this time after getting up, he would have already showered, brushed his teeth and had some coffee but he purposely set his alarm this early. He wanted time. With you. While running the shower in your en suite bathroom, he thought about how he instantly calmed down after seeing you on the bed when he had trouble locating where he was. It was astounding really. He usually wasn´t the character to calm down this quickly. Granted, it took a lot to piss him off properly but when someone actually managed, calming him down was damn near impossible.

So, he took a quick and cold shower to wake himself up fully, brushed his teeth with the spare toothbrush you had laid out for him and got dressed. The wonderful smell of fresh coffee hit his nostrils as he entered your living room /Kitchen area and found you there. Cup in hand, adorable mess of hair on your head, book open on the island, reading. A soft smile made its way onto his lips as you looked up at him. Turning towards the coffee machine you prepared his cup and handed it to him. When he reached for it, he immediately set it down on the island, enveloping you in his arms, sighing contently. His warmth and fresh scent enveloped you like a soothing blanket and you gladly wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling deeper into him.

You couldn’t have stood there for more than two minutes but thankfully, it felt like ages. Little nuzzles and touches prolonged your sense of utter bliss being in each other’s arms. Just like this. The domesticity of it hit John like a freight train. He´s on his way for a briefing…for his next mission…never knowing how long it´ll take. All of this such a stark contrast to how blissed out he felt holding you like this in your kitchen. His arm pulled you closer by the small of your back while the other one came up to your head and pressed it closer to his neck, nuzzling your hair and taking deep breaths. His head was swimming. This wasn’t fair to you. He never had to think about how his occupation could affect other people. It´s been ages since there were people outside the military that he cared about. The others that were close to him? His brothers, his boys, Kate. All military volk themselves who understood what was at stake. He suddenly had someone to return to. And although that thought should be a nice one, it terrified him. It terrified him to think about what his demise would do to you.

“Get out of your head, John.” The whispered words were almost inaudible when he lifted his head from your hair and stared down at you. You were smiling so sweetly up at him he almost chocked on the lump in his throat. Slowly your hands came up to cradle his face and he closed his eyes, lifting his hands to hold onto your wrists. “You said it yourself. This one is just a briefing. You´ll be back” he nodded slowly. “We´ll talk about the rest when you get back. Until then, you are only gone for three days. Not more, okey?” He nodded again, lifting his eyes to yours and sinking into them. His fingers slowly moved over the sensitive skin on the underside of your wrists and felt for your pulse almost absentmindedly.

You pushed on your toes and pulled his face to yours. Pressing your lips to his you gave him the most reassuring kiss your could manage. You hoped that your feelings about the situation would be clearer to him now. He sighed heavily and parted from you, nosing your cheek before pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “You really are a somethin´ else, love” he said against your skin. You smiled happily. “Your coffee is getting cold” you said and nudged his side fondly. He laughed and took a big sip from his cup while eying you fondly. “Do you want breakfast?” you asked him with round eyes. “I completely forgot to ask.” He smiled even wider and shook his head. “´S too early for that, but thank you. I´ll just get somethin´ on the way.”

20 minutes later he was standing in front of your door, duffle bag thrown over his shoulder, padded leather jacket draped over his wide shoulders and beanie in place over his dark hair. You don’t think he had ever been more attractive than at this moment when he was about to leave. “Here,” he said and handed you a piece of paper. “Use this number to contact me if you want. I can´t guarantee that I´ll be able to respond but,” he looked shyly at you and ducked his head a little. “Maybe use it?” You took the piece of paper carefully and suddenly the weight of what was happening finally caught up to you.

Your heart beating out of your chest you looked him in the eyes and saw how his eyes filled up with concern. You knew he saw the wetness in yours. You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him as hard as you could. Dropping his duffle bag immediately he caught you and squeezed back, burying his face in your neck. “It´s okey, love. I´m gon´ be back soon, you´ll see.” You just nodded and got back on your feet wiping your eyes quickly. “Three days” he said and tried to give you an encouraging smile. “Three days” you whispered. Taking your face in his hands again he kissed you soundly, hard and with every emotion he had in his body. Downright dirty he moved his tongue inside your mouth, clutching at your hips and groaning when you reciprocated in kind. Teeth clanking he bit your lip carefully before pecking your lips several times, seemingly having trouble letting go of you. “Call me tonight. Midnight, yea? We should be done by then.”

“I promise” you said breathily, body still heaving and head still fuzzy from his kiss. He smiled at that, his eyes crinkling kindly. He took his duffle bag again, opened the door and stepped out. When he turned, he lay his hand into the back of your neck one last time and looked you deep in the eyes. “Be good” he said sternly but with a smile in his voice. Chuckling you nodded. “I will.” Satisfied he kissed your forehead hard, turned and walked down the hall with the confidant stride of a elite soldier.

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Midnight couldn’t come fast enough. By the time you´ve had breakfast you were already tired again. Thinking nothing of it you lay down on your couch and seconds later you were out like a light. You dreamt of him. Little fragments of your time together playing before you. His smile, his voice, his touch so real that when your dream turned dark you shot up with a yell. Your heart hammering you still heard the gunshot in your ears. “Bloody Christ” you murmured and looked at the clock. You sighed heavily. Four more hours. What has happened? John spent a lot of time with you but you never thought you would have trouble spending time on your own. You´ve done it before. A knot formed in your stomach. There was no way you would dedicate every single second of your time to a man ever again.  Your life was not John´s. And he would never claim it, you knew that. He would want you to spend the day as you wanted, with him in mind, but your time spent on yourself.

With new found dedication you got decently dressed and left the apartment. One last trip to the 24hour shop around the corner for a bottle of wine and some snacks and you would be back in no time. Said and done, you had about two hours of gaming left before midnight.

It was about 5 minutes to midnight when you got into bed. You got increasingly more nervous. Why? You didn´t have a clue. John and you had done much more than call each other. Why did this of all things make your heart almost jump out of your chest? Midnight. You typed in the number he gave you and not hesitating pressed the call sign. You didn’t even have a moment to take a breath when your call was already picked up. “Punctual to the second, I like it” his deep amused timber vibrated so pleasantly in your ear you had to ignore the throb that started between your legs. “You finished with your briefing, then?” you asked. He sighed deeply on the other end. “Yeah. About half an hour ago.” You nodded. “You want to tell me about it?” This time his boisterous laugh could be heard as he held the phone a little ways away from his mouth. “You really want me to say it, don’t you?” he said in a teasing voice. You snickered. “Yes, please.” You just knew he was shaking his head disbelievingly. Hearing the grin in his voice however you almost lost it when he spoke in a rasp. “That´s classified.” You took a deep breath. “Of course it is.” You heard his good natured huff on the other end and then silence. “Are you comfortable?” he asked suddenly. “Erm, yes. I´m in bed. Why?” you asked a bit bewildered. He took a breath through his nose. “I wanted to try something while we still have the time. That is if you´re up for it of course.” Your heart began to stutter. Heat was crawling into your belly, spreading. You swallowed and sat up straighter against your pillows. “What´s that?” you asked, trying to stabilize your voice. “You have trouble with someone touching you sometimes, yea?”

“Not that much with you, apparently.”

He huffed a laugh but then got serious again.

“You know I would never ask you to do anything you are not comfortable with. I´m not doing it unless you want it as much as me. Being okey with something sometimes only means tolerating it. Not truly consenting to it. That´s not good enough for me, all right, love? I mean it when I say I want you to want me. Not just be okey with what I do.”

Swallowing hard you felt the tears sting in your eyes and memories flooding back. How many times had you said okey? Thinking that it would get you more affection. How many times had you quite literally turned and exposed your belly to someone who didn’t even see you as a woman with her own pride? You held back the frustration and nodded silently, well knowing he couldn’t see you.

“___, love. Listen to me. I know this might stir up some unwanted thoughts but I need you to tell me what you truly feel, each time we´re together. The truth if I have your consent or not. If I make you uncomfortable asking you what I´m about to.” You took a deep breath and answered. “I know you would never do this to me, John. I know you want my clear go. It´s just…sometimes I don´t even know anymore when I truly want intimacy or when I´m just tolerating it.” It was harsh, but exactly the truth he wanted.

“I see” he simply said and was quiet again. “Please say something” you whispered with a choked up voice. Terrified this would be it. “Don´t worry, little one. I´m here. ´M not goin´ anywhere. Just… plotting.” That almost made you chuckle. “Plotting what?” you asked and he could hear a bit of lightness return to your voice. “Murder” he grunted. “I just need his name,___. Nothin´ more.” He said nonchalantly. That actually did make you chuckle and a watery laugh escaped you. The knot that was lodged in your throat was now there for different reasons. Mostly you were thankful. For him, for John. You were relieved. He knew a lot now and was willing to work with it. Something you thought would never be in your cards. Someone like him.

“Love?” he asked. “Yes, John. I´m here.” He took a deep breath and suddenly sounded worried. “Yesterday…on the couch. Were you uncomfortable with me?” Bless. This. Man.

“No, John” you said immediately. “Not one second. I went with what you gave and I wanted to have. Not one second did I think about anything negative. I…I really loved it.” He released a breath. “Good. That´s the kind of truth I want from you. Telling me no, will not change my opinion of you.”

He proceeded to tell you about anything and everything. Laughing about your childhood stories that suddenly seemed to perfectly fit into the conversation. “John?” you asked him a bit teasingly. “Hmm?” he answered and again his voice had the exact desired effect on you. “You wanted to ask me something, remember?”

“Believe me, love. I remember. Wanted you to calm down a bit.”

“I´m good, John. Ask. Please.” In truth, if he suggested what you wanted him to, you might as well combust right then and there. “Right. So, I´m not there to see how much I can touch you. How ´bout I tell you what I want to do and you do what you like about it to yourself? Does that sound like something you could do for me?” You were speechless for a second. Before your brain caught up with you, you already breathed out a yes and scrambled into a more comfortable position. You heard him chuckle lightly at your eagerness. When you were comfortably perched onto your comforter and pillows, you put your phone on speaker and lay it close to you. “Okey. I´m comfortable” you said lowly. He hummed appreciatively and you heard his heavy body move on what you guessed was a mattress. “Right. You wearin´ those little sleep shorts?” he asked. “Yes.” “Take them off.” Without hesitation you got rid of your shorts. You could hear him chuckle. “Slow down, little one. There´s no need to hurry. Now, are you wearing panties?” Shaking your head you almost forgot that he couldn’t see you, the way your blood seemed to boil in your veins already. “I´m not” you said airily and heard his sharp intake of breath. “Perfect” he said. “Take your finger and start touchin´ your pussy. Only outside, you hear me?” Fuck! You could already feel the wetness seeping out of you when you heard him say pussy.

When you started slowly touching your nether regions a long breathy sigh escaped you. It tingled, not quite scratching the itch you wanted to scratch. But you listened to him. Listened how his breaths got heavier. “Sound so sweet, little one. Go on, just a bit more then I´ll let you touch yourself for real.” You moaned his name and his breath caught in his throat. “Bloody Christ. Do that again.” You did without hesitation just to hear his reaction again. He growled this time and it seemed a bit… strained. “John?” you asked a bit hesitantly. “Are you…do you still have your pants on?” He was silent for a bit but answered with a small “Yes” moments later. “Do you want me to take them off?” he asked. “Fuck, yes, please. Do as I do” you whined. You heard a belt buckle being loosened and the rustling of clothes. “If we do this now, darlin´, let´s do it properly. Clothes off. All of them, now.” Giddy and with seemingly non existent bones in your legs, you  brushed off your top and listened to what was going on at his end. “Darlin´? You good?” he asked throatily. “HmmHmm” you tried to hum but your voice cracked, making you sound even more whiny. “Touch yourself then. Let me hear when you touch that little clit.” There was no sound other that the rushing in your ears and the long soft gasp that escaped you when you finally did as he asked. Tiny shockwaves ran up and down your spine the moment you started circling your bud. Your head landed on the pillow behind you. “Fuck, that´s it, love. You sound so incredible. ´S there more for me, hmm? Come on, want to hear it. Sound so pretty for me.” He seemed in a daze himself. Faintly you could hear the wet sounds of him touching himself as well.

“John” you moaned slightly. “Are…are you alone? Can you be louder for me?” You heard him growl low in his throat. “Bloody Christ, woman. I…I´m alone but these walls…they´re paper thin. I´ll do what I can for you.” His breaths came in little pants now, just as yours. “Touch your tits, my love. Your perfect little nipples. Fuck, I want to taste them again. Best thing I´ve ever tasted.” He sounded so strained. His words pressed through his clenched teeth, it did something to your insides. They felt like they were on fire, arousal lodged deeply inside your delicate walls, clenching and waiting for something bigger than your fingers. Still you kept going. “Want your mouth on me, John. Want it so bad. Gods you could do whatever you wanted right now. Your voice does things to me. Want you, John….Oh, fuuuuck! John…´m close. Please…” You could hear his breath stuttering and a long groan left his lips. The sounds in the background becoming quicker, more pointed.

“Fuck, that´s it. That´s what I want to hear. Say it to me in person next time. That you want me! Oh, fuck. Come on, baby, come on. You can do it. Come for me, come on your fingers for me. Uggnnn, you have no idea how hard I´m fistin´ these sheets right now. God, yes, yes, yes, let me hear you.” His voice got gradually higher and he tried to control it, to no avail. His pants were high pitched now and desperate.

Slowly you let one hand wander towards your nipple. Knowing full well that once you played with it, it wouldn´t take long for you to fall apart. “John, baby, fuck. I can´t…I´m coming. I´m…Ah! Yes, yes, John!” There it was again, the white hot pleasure surging up your body into your head. Only faintly you heard John growl and pant. Some of his words finding your ears. “-my girl. So fuckin´ good. Keep goin´ for me, come on. Fuck, there it is. Fuck, fuck, baby…so pretty for me.” With a last, long strained groan you knew he came as well. Panting and trying to find your bearings you turned to your phone and laughed lightly and bubbly. “Bloody Jesus, woman. I really hope you still want me when I get back. Really want to feel you close to me right now.”

“John, seriously! How can you doubt that I want you after all that? I´m still catching my breath!” you laughed incredulously. He huffed and said in a cheery voice “Just makin´ sure, love.” You were silent for a couple of moments before you spoke again. “Just….just come home safe and we all get what we want.” Nothing. Then “Yes ma´am.” His voice was one of pure determination and made you happier than anything. “Now, little one, get under the covers. You must be tired” he said with a smile. “HmmHmmm” you sighed and got in between your sheets. Your still heated skin welcoming the cool material. “I miss you, John” you mumbled on the verge of sleep, smiling when he replied. “´Miss you too, sweetheart. I´ll be back soon. Wait for me.”

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The next morning you woke up after a very decent night’s sleep and stretched in the warm, soft morning light filtering into your bedroom. Your hand pumped your phone that had been laying next to you the whole night. Looking at it you saw you had a missed call and a voicemail. Your stomach dropped when you heard several voices in the back ground and helicopter noises made it almost impossible to understand what John was saying. He was running, or at least walking very fast.

“___, love. I´m so sorry, they are shipping us out right now! Something went horribly wrong, we need to leave! I know what I said and what I promised you but, baby…I… I´m so sorry. I promise you, I´ll come back home. Just please, please….wait for me!”

Six times you had to listen to it to finally sink in. He wouldn’t be back in two days. Maybe not even in two weeks. Letting your phone fall from your limb hand, you covered your mouth and started whimpering.

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The starship Unreliable Narrator sat in line to enter docking around the Human/K'laxi starbase. It was the beginning of staff rotation, so there were a lot of ships coming and going as people of all kinds came and left the starbase. Onboard, in addition to their regular crew was the K'laxi archivist Tirenian who was transferring to the station. The Narrator picked her up from K'lax when they were dropping off a load of Chamomile tea to the planet - its popularity was a recent fad among the K'laxi and humans scrambled to fill the need.

As they sat in line, waiting for their turn to dock, the Narrator came over the speakers. "Captain! I think I see the Timewinder! It looks like they just linked in-system. Permission to 'say hello'?"

Tirenian heard the quotes over "say hello" and was curious what they meant. Before she could ask, the Captain said "Permission granted, brace for shock!"

Alarm klaxons sounded all over the ship and everyone braced themselves. The belts around Tirenian's seat tightened, then backed off just a little so she could still breathe. There was a thunderous double boom as juke charges were fired and the ship spun 180 degrees in place and they linked out of line, right where they were.

Luckily, Tirenian didn't suffer the major side effect of the human's wormhole generators - she didn't die and come back when they went through - so she was able to watch, horrified with what she thought was happening.

The moment they reappeared in space, they were directly over the Timewinder. She heard the doors slam open and the rhythmic thumps of a slug gun firing! After 10 shots or so they linked again, this time under the Timewinder. They let off another volley of 10 shots, but this time the Timewinder was ready for them. The Narrator's hull rang like a gong with the shells striking them.

The Narrator shrugged it off, slammed the weapon bays shut and linked back to their place in line. The total time that had elapsed was less than a few minutes.

Once they were back in the line, everyone relaxed. The belts were loosened and the captain came over the intercom. "Attention everyone. We were able to score..." he looked at a screen at his station. "11 hits out of 20. That's good, but we can do better. I want everyone on double drills until the end of the week." He turned off the intercom as everyone groaned.

"Captain....what happened?" was all Tirenian could muster. She was shaking slightly in her seat and utterly confused.

"Oh! Tirenian! I forgot you were aboard, I apologize. We uh...were playing tag with the Timewinder. They started it last year, and now whenever we see the other, it's a race to see who can score the most hits in a blitz attack. It's good practice in addition to being fun."

"Hits? I heard the slug launchers fire...didn't you..."

"Oh no! no no no, it's paint! We're shooting paint shells. We agreed that for the year that neither would wash the paint off and at the end of the year the person with the most hits scored buys the other dinner for the whole crew."

While everyone was relaxing and calming down after the excitement, the Starbase came over the intercom. "Unreliable Narrator, Unreliable Narrator, this is Starbase, how many hits did you get??"

"We only got 11 out of 20 that time, we were sloppy." the Narrator replied.

"Oh, well, you still go the jump on them, I'm sure you'll do better next time. You're 3rd in line, estimated time to docking is twenty minutes."

Tirenian could only sit back and sigh. This was going to be a long rotation.

[cometcon]

I uh... I did it again. XD My brain has been going brrrr over this fucking GORGEOUS artwork by @zunkome2 on Xitter (click the view on Twitter button to see their art) and it inspired me to write fanfic of it. I love this art so fucking much!!!! I hope I can keep practicing and be as good as them one day. :D

So yeah, I could not stop thinking about this and I love that Blitz is canonically such a horse-girl, and I can totally see Striker realising and using that to his advantage in trying to draw Blitz in and hopefully get him on his side.

Anyway, my brain decided it was time to take like 5 hours of my day on and off making me try to write this to the best of my current ability. Enjoy. XD

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Blitz was in Heaven.

An ironic descriptor, considering their actual location, but picking a better one would have been impossible right then; especially with a hellhorse nuzzling his chest ever so gently in search of another rawhide strip. Her mouth may have appeared vicious - and technically yes, that Lovecraftian maw was capable of crushing flesh and bone to mush in a single bite - but the non-business parts were also far softer to the touch than anyone less familiar with the creatures might expect.

"Sorry. I'm all out," he murmured regretfully, giving the beautiful beast a scratch on her forehead as she shoved her muzzle into his other hand. He had to take a small step backward however when she suddenly whipped her head up and to the side with a greeting whinny. Strange. What was that abou-

"Lot of others would've lost a limb for that." The unexpected voice made Blitz tense, tail shooting straight out behind him in surprise before curling tightly, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks. He peered around the hellhorse's neck, praying his mortification wouldn't be obvious to the cowboy now leaning against his mount's side. How the fuck had he arrived without him noticing? Striker plucked the wheat stalk from between his teeth and smirked. "She likes you."

Blitz coughed awkwardly and began backing away, mind and mouth both rapidly trying and failing to come up with a believable excuse for his actions. "I was just- uh… I was looking for… We had them at the circus, see, and I thought maybe- Strips are really good for their teeth, you kn- I mean of course you'd know that! I just-" Striker's eyebrows had been climbing steadily higher beneath the brim of his hat the longer Blitz waffled on, and in desperation he found himself resorting to a ridiculous escape route he hadn't used since he was nine years old. "Ah, I think I hear Luna calling me! Coming Loonie!" 

He skittered across the corral and clambered over the fence, cheeks burning hot as he cursed himself silently. Why had he turned into such a blathering idiot in front of the one person he'd actually hoped to impress this weekend? Blitz knew a ruthless killer when he met them and Striker was clearly I.M.P material. After a pathetic show like that though, there was no way he would want to-

The ground under his boots had begun to vibrate while he fumed, faintly at first, then increasing to a thundering roll. He instinctively darted to the side and kept walking, expecting whoever it was to just barrel past him at the reckless speed they seemed to be going. But his path was abruptly cut off by a fiery grey mass, Striker expertly bringing his mount from full canter to a standstill in a cloud of dust. He swung her around to stand side-on so he could look down at the choking imp, that shit-eating grin Blitz was quickly becoming familiar with exposing a gleaming gold fang to the sunlight.

"Pretty sure your hound went bean-pickin' with the rest an hour ago," Striker commented, leaning forward to rest an arm on the pommel, free hand tapping his thigh absentmindedly, "Since you got so much free time to burn, how 'bout you come help me check the fences? Got a few posts loose on the South end thanks to that pesky varg pack last night." The hellhorse shuffled under him, pawing at the dirt and snapping her jaws a little at the mention of vargs. "Bombproof wouldn't mind catching a few either, I bet. Maybe you'll get to see her on the hunt."

"Oh, uh…" Perhaps he hadn't completely blown his chances after all? Striker certainly wasn't behaving like he thought Blitz a dithering moron, literally chasing him down to offer another opportunity to spend more time together and bond with Bombproof. What an incredible name for a hellhorse… No, focus! He could salvage this. He just had to pull himself together and show what a great prospect his group would be compared to farm work in the boonies. Preferably without turning into a rambling mess this time. He forced a nonchalant shrug. "Sure, why not?"

Striker slipped his boot free of the stirrup, hand extending in clear invitation. Blitz's brain stuttered, immediately dropping every part of his own peptalk as it dawned on him what the other had actually meant.

"What, you plannin' on walkin' there? It's miles of Wrath terrain. C'mon Blitz, I don't bite," Striker drawled, head tilting as his eyes took on a knowing glint, "Unless you ask nicely."

Well that decided it. Blitz was reaching for the proffered hand before he could second-guess himself, so caught up in his whirling thoughts Striker had to correct which foot the distracted imp tried mounting with. Blitz didn't have long to stew in his humiliation at least, preoccupied by the ease of how he was hauled into the saddle, hands directed to grip the pommel while the taller demon reached around him to grasp the reins. Striker nudged his leg out of the way, retaking the stirrup and leaving Blitz to squeeze Bombproof's sides tightly with his thighs as she responded to her rider. A moment later they were galloping down the driveway, wind whipping past their faces and her powerful form surging below them.

Blitz was wrong. His time in the corral had been a beautiful experience, but still only comparable to Earth at best. 

Now he was in Heaven. 

And he never wanted to fall.