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[sonar-fairchild]

It's the latter :] @elias-magnusnt is the guy

[🍄‍🟫🥀🍄 F̴̡̳̼͖ͬͦ͗̔̄͛̎̑ͪ̽̍̾ͯͩ̕͜i̥̾̐͟_̵̗̦̜͎̺̱̣̦͖̓̀͊́̎͑ͭ̕͝🍃_̥̦l̜̫̘̏̌͒ͨͨ͠_ȩ̶͇͉͙̦͔ͫ̃̃̾ͯ̓͞🌱 c̘̣͙͔͕͍̦̜ͫ̿́͐ͤ̇͋̐̆̓̐̊ͭ͢͜o͖ͩ͜_̶̡̳̮͚̥̣̙͉̼̞ͥ̍̄ͤ̉͋̓ͮ̍̄ͮ̄ͩ͟ͅr̴̵̵̜͙̯̹̞͙̯̭̬̩̥͑ͩ̊͋͑ͦ̒̔͂ͪ̍͆̉͢͜͜͜͢͠ŕ͔̋ͦ̂̀̏́͠ừ͔̄̎ͯ̅ͅ_̬̩̃ͣͪ̃ͦ̕͜͡🍄p̛̼̲͔͈̥̩̤̻̙̱̫̫͈̊́̒ͫ̋ͧ̈̓ͦͬ̑̎ͫ͐ͮ͊̇ͧ͛̃̌̍̚͝͡t̴̵̯͙̝̹̯͈̫̫ͥ͊͆ͩͤ̓͛ͤ͐͜͡͠͝e̢̗̞̠̥͆̇̎̀🍂d̵̡̛͎͔̯̗̼͓̤̺͉̜̪̳̯̳͔͎͓ͦ̀͂ͣ͛͒̽̇̆̌̆͊̃̏̇̕͘̚̕͜ͅ 🍄🌿🌾🍄‍🟫]

My fiance is growing mushrooms inside him. Let's not stress him out :)

[eorzeashan]

i was put on this earth to gif games no one's heard of in half a decade

[oioend]

every death a pc experiences does actually happen and ‘reloading saves’ is cw rewinding time to whatever moment he feels was the most ideal. them getting stuck in a deathloop means he got distracted and had to run back to his realm real quick. he’ll get back to them.

[jxkesonyxu]

[When the project you've been working on for 2 days... Just up and randomly disappears as you're working on it..I am...So upset man]

[cuteteacakes]

If life is a simulation, can whoever is running the code make it so my body stops hurting? Thaaaaanks~

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

you 🤝me for yan! neuvilette 🤗

Yandere! Neuvillette

(be warned, probably OOC. Brought up his dragon biology, but also probably wrong lol. Just your normal brainrot at 3am in the morning. NSFW ahead, a bit of noncon, with fem!reader)

Neuvi being all kind and partial at first to you, the same way he treated most of the people of Fontaine.

Neuvi hearing from the melusines that you brings them cute baked goods from your bakery.

Had a first taste of them when he caught you in the act of giving one to melusines by the opera house

Was pleasantly surprised by how good it tastes, wants to have more, ended up being a regular at your bakery.

Turns out you haven't done any legal papers for your bakery yet, so it's not open to the public.

Torn between helping you with legalities and having your baked goods shared with people, or not help you and horde your baked goods by himself for a little while longer.

Not until those baked goods became your attention.

Found himself always staring at you whenever you got out off your shop/home and buying ingredients.

The sun always shine bright yet the atmosphere cool whenever he's with you, but then it turns to a rain whenever he had to leave you.

Neuvi being jealous for the first time when you interacted a little bit too friendly to the shop owner you frequent.

Finding out the owner has been your friend for a very long time.

Yan! Neuvi being disgusted and at conflict with himself as he searches through that friend's file, finding out more about them, eyes sharpening as his information told him your friend has liked you for a long time.

His dragon instincts, once dormant, awoken, and it altered the chemistry inside of him.

Anxiety riddled the man as these complex emotions took hold of his throat, choking him from the overwhelming feelings he had for you.

It's not healthy, he's painfully aware of that.

But whenever he looked at you, he felt that it's so right to have you in his arms.

Emotions were never his strong suit. As the rain falls and the sky darkened, his cheeks pale and dry, he watches as you run away from the rain to the shade with your friend, a big smile and a chatter to your face.

He's scared for the first time as he approaches you one day, fully spent and bursting from the seams.

He ignored his feelings far too long to the point that it's overflowing, flooding his once sound mind and heart. Corrupting him with love.

Yan! Neuvi confessing to you, telling you he loved you dearly that it hurts.

Yan! Neuvi, scared of his own feelings, aware that it's not what love is supposed to look like, yet had the courage to confess still.

If reciprocated, the winds will stop howling as the storm subsided, but yan! Neuvi's love will choke you. His anxiousness of not always being with you, not knowing your every move, will strain the relationship more than help.

If not reciprocated... Fontaine will drown.

Yan! Neuvillette, months into the relationship, awoken his dragon instincts once dormant.

Became a bit more possessive, bit by bit, little by little it's not even noticable.

Scales decorates his cheeks, like a blue blush littered with freckles.

An itch by his tailbone, as if wanting to escape.

Yan! Neuvillette never noticed it, as he's too busy with you.

Not until his rut took ahold of him.

Yan! Neuvillette, eyes wide, hastily rescheduled trials to next week. As the first week of his rut will be the worst.

He wanted to seek you out so bad, breed you until you cry, to pump you full of his seed.

But he gritted his teeth and stayed inside his home.

The people were worried, and you were too. The melusines had a vague idea, but all they knew for sure is to never, ever let people panic and worry.

You on the other hand, foolishly took a hike to his home.

Bad mistake.

Even before you knocked, the doors opened, making you curiously enter the home and it closes behind you like a cliche horror movie.

A trail of blue light, and a peculiar scent drove you to a double door, making you gulp.

You knew from Furina that he became quite snappy days before this... Week long hideaway, so you didn't know what to expect.

But you didn't expect being under him, face down, ass up, with him behind you, pressing his hips against yours.

His body, fully slotted against your back, felt so hot. His face, close to your cheeks, breathed warm air as he covered your mouth.

"I'm sorry, my love. Bare with me. Your scent is driving me quite... Hah...."

A shaky voice, his hips bucking into yours against clothed parts, his hand clasping your mouth shut and the other teasingly playing with the band of your pants.

You asked him what's wrong.

"rut... It's been quite a while since I had this... But I swear I am no juvenile dragon desperately seeking release... Forgive me.... Hng..."

You knew he's a dragon, he said it before, but being on the blunt end of his rut of all things was scary, yet somehow exciting.

So you kept quiet as he continued to grind his hard on against your slowly getting wet core.

It felt good, the way his large body covered yours as he ground against you. Everytime you move, his legs will strongly keep you in place, making you helpless to his pleasures all the while he kept apologizing.

You decided to give him your consent, making him shiver.

"this... This is not just one of, my love. It will be for a week. A different race and specie as you may, but there's a possibility you will be..."

Yan! Neuvillette's hand snaked around your torso and his hot palm settling down on your abdomen, where your womb is, making you shiver.

You nodded, not knowing if you'll regret this once it actually happens.

Yan! Neuvillette, now with explicit consent, took off your clothes hastily and pressed down your face and body, front down on the bed, and took off his.

He positioned himself between you, and his long, slender fingers teased your core.

"Oh, love. Look at you, so wet for me... I'll be making sure to breed you successfully... You'll be mine, for eternity."

With that promise, he slowly enters a digit or two, loosening you up and making you moan to the bed. Gripping the sheets from the sparks eminating from your body.

God knows how bad yan! Neuvillette was holding himself back as he watched you squirm and pant, his cock straining against his underwear.

"Why wait... Ugh... You're so... Hng..."

A blabbering nonsense, this once so smart and righteous man fell from grace as he felt his tip against your folds slowly pushing in. Veins bulged against his arms as he gritted his teeth, jaw flexed.

Once he fully got enveloped by your warmth, he fully placed his weight down on your back, his lips finding a way to your neck and slowly kissed it as he waited for you to adjust to his size.

At first it was slow. Deliberate, sensual. Until it turned to a rhythm, then a desperate need to rut inside of you.

His teeth finding way to the base of your neck and biting it, marking you as his and making you scream.

Clenching around him, he held your hips as he rutted desperately inside of you, an insane need to breed you till you fall apart.

"My love, come on, I know you want to give it to me... Come undone, please."

His long, hard shaft slid in and out of you accompanied by an embarrassing cacophony of wetness and skin slapping. Hitting your most favorable spots that make you squirm and moan.

You saw stars as you gave in, the breath knocked out of you as he came inside also, making him gasp in pleasure.

Emptying inside of you but not pulling out, he gave small Eskimo kisses on your mark.

To hide from shame, he doesn't want to see your face as he continued to breed you in a prone bone position for the night.

He's aware, too aware that this is wrong.

But it felt too good to stop.

And he had your consent, so what's the hold up?

But be patient, let him come around to terms as he whispered sweet and dirty nothings in your ear, a desperation to impregnate you running through his blood due to his rut.

And maybe, by the third, fourth, or so on days on his rut, he'll be able to face you, and face the consequences of his actions.

[yccoffeesimp]

𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙜

Gender-neutral reader, maybe a bit ooc.

Dan Heng, a guard upon the Astral Express and the archivist. Known for his rather cold and reserved demeanor, no one would've expected him to act like this.

Not even himself.For someone who has traveled countless times with his past looming over his shoulder, you can imagine how much of a burden it all was to carry. The burden of his past mistakes as Dan Feng and the constant reminders of them from his dreams. It all weighed on him all at once. That's why when you called him by his name now, he felt something in him. Something he never felt before. It was so rare to find anyone that would recognize him for himself now.

Even after everything at the Xianzhou Loufo, you saw him the same as ever. No matter the change, you never saw him any differently. That sparked something.

Every waking moment, he felt himself wish to be within your company. At first, anyone would have guessed it was nothing. Even Dan Heng himself was oblivious to it. It was a simple change of behavior, one that could easily go unnoticed. However, it slowly grew into him only wanting him to be beside you on missions.

To the point where he would seem annoyed and agitated when March or the Trailblazer even mentioned joining you. Sometimes he would compromise their safety just to get you alone. Welt was the first to recognize this behavior and lectured him about doing that. It was at this moment that Dan Heng saw his actions and how unhealthy they were.

Normally, Dan Heng would pay attention and apologize for his actions to his friends. And he did that. He apologized to his friends, and after careful consideration, he began trying to distance himself from you. It worked for some time...That was a few weeks ago, he finally thought those urges and thoughts were gone. The vial and corrupted thoughts of taking you for himself and never letting anyone see or touch you... He was wrong oh so wrong. The problem worsened over time. He watched as you befriended and talked to others. It made his blood boil. The way they could make you smile and laugh. He can do that too.

What makes them so special? Whatever. He was trying to distance himself now. It didn't matter if you weren't with him, at least you were happy.

Those were the words he told himself to at least have some control. Besides, he trusted you'd always go back to him. After all, both of you were so close. So close in fact, he let you touch his horns before. Right? Dan Heng isn't rough like Blade. Or as manipulative as Jing Yuan. The right term would be troubled. He would never truly act out his thoughts. When he did it nearly cost his two friends' lives.Never again. The fact he even thinks of such makes him sick to his stomach. Yet he can't help it. Something in him just wants you. All of you. Never leave his side, all your attention, touch, love, and words would be on him. No matter the cost. But he can't bring himself to do it. Not to the others. And never to you.He's aware you have goals and dreams. All are so passionate, he hopes one day you reach them. Even if it meant he wasn't there. Such a thought feels like a million stabs to the guy though.

Nicknames: n/n

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It was the end of the trip to Penacony. Dan Heng sat in a chair that was in the archives. A small tablet in hand, sorting and documenting files from the Planet of Festivities. A light blue light radiates from the screen, illuminating Dan Heng's features. They were the same as always. Cameo blue eyes, pale delicate skin, and black short hair. But under his eyes were gray bags from the lack of sleep. His dreams weren't pleasant. It wasn't due to chilling memories from Dan Feng or Blade's haunting message of him having to pay a price. They were graphic. Disturbing. Ones that made him nearly vomit when he woke up. Never will he ever write those dreams down. No one can know what happened to them.

No one can know the craving, the urge. He wouldn't be able to look at the Astral Express and you then. Blood covering his spear with only you and Dan Heng standing alone. The other's corpses were laid out on the floor. Finally alone with you. He would take one step forward to you before waking up in a cold sweat.

Dan Heng shook his head as his thoughts traced back to the dream. No.. He can't think about that now. He has work to do. As disturbing as the dream is, Dan Heng (regretfully) finds it to be a dream rather than a nightmare. The black-haired man then drags a document to one of the dreamscape files before there is a small knock on his door.

Morning already?

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒.

synopsis. in which you find yourself falling in love with the player behind the main character of the game you have been coded into.

genre. mild hurt + comfort

for @diorlumx <3

kenma kozume x gn!reader

a normal person wouldn’t believe it if they were suddenly told their life was etched into the very coding of the game, left in the hands of the person behind the screen. but that was reality — yours, and that of many others in your world.

you knew, you knew it all too well, as you were the exception.

why it had been you and not someone else, you were uncertain of, though.

part of you assumed something was wrong with you. that your file was corrupted or that a virus had found its way into your mind and consumed you wholly, allowing you privileges most do not possess.

however another side of you, thought it to be a gift, a blessing of knowledge.

for this love would not be possible, had it not been for the adulteration that allowed this interface between you and kenma kozume.

wheras your life was a singular branch to a great tree that was the story this simulation had created, the boy in front of you right now was none other than the player who controlled your fate with a series of clicks.

the protagonist of your tale.

one with an abundance of choices — each option more pleasant than the last, and yet.. it was you that he chose. the person who had captured his frigid heart and melted the ice away, layer by layer.

“y/n, i know we’re separated by reality.. but i just wanted you to know,” he paused, flushing a bit as his bangs fell over his visage. “that you are the reason i keep coming back to this game — why i keep holding off on finishing it.” he confessed, trailing his eyes back over to find you listening, offering him every ounce of your patience and attention.

he was almost certain any other person would have pushed for him to speak up — but you, you looked at him like he was your whole world. as though you’d waited a thousand years for him, and would wait a thousand more, just to hear the words fall naturally.

a smile lifted your lips as you picked his hands up in yours, squeezing them gently. “i wake up every morning hoping to find you again, kenma-san. wishing upon every star that litters the night sky to answer my dreams of truly being with you.” you answered softly, a bittersweet tone behind your words.

“how i wish i could cross the glass that sunders us from one another..” you finished in a mutter, lowering your gaze to the grassy expanse of the school courtyard. “but alas, fate is a cruel, wicked thing.”

the second year slid his hand underneath your cheek with great delicacy, as though you were made of porcelain. prone to shatter into a million different pieces if not handled with care. “fate is also a wonderful thing.. for allowing me the chance to meet you.” he reasoned quietly, urging you to lift your head and meet his loving gaze.

anyone who knew kenma outside of the protagonist character in front of you now would call him a joke for acting as he was.

to just about everyone, he was the hermit of nekoma high’s volleyball club — the unwilling setter thrust into said position by his childhood friend. but he was more than that, so much more.

kenma in love, displaying his true self, was the best version of himself. and he was right here, standing before you and slowly pouring that tentative heart out to you.

although the universe divided you both into reality and simulation, it was still kind enough to allow you one good, real thing. and that was the opportunity to meet again and again, even if an invisible wall separated you.

notes. i didn’t plan to add angst, but it just felt suited to build emotion.. anyway, i haven’t written much for kenma so i apologize if he is a bit ooc! i figured he would have a more vulnerable side if he’s in love yk? i hope you enjoyed though<3

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[kentocidal]

hello my precious bunny 🫶🏻 u might know why i’m here. u see.. SOMEONE. talked ab shotgunning smoke w shouto the other day and it has cemented itself to my frontal lobe. i am on all fours asking u for a getting high w shouto for the first time fic…. pls.

ily <3 i am fighting all ur blorbos for ur attention constantly. i am winning. mwuah!

uploading file shoutoshotgunning.txt . . . upload complete !

warning! this file has been corrupted with the following malware: drug usage, shotgunning, first times, gn!reader, possibly ooc shouto i tried my best, descriptions of being under the influence

internal message: happy (very belated) birthday loml !!! kisses u and kisses u and kisses u so so so much

new notification ! @kaedescara @yaekiss @pvbbyb0y @voidshoutsback (want to be added? send me an ask off anon!)

[you]: come 2 my room.

[shou <3]: why?

[you]: i got that stuff you wanted to try. rmbr?

[shou <3]: ok. 

shouto had made mention to you some time ago that he wanted to try smoking weed. surprisingly enough, despite all the shit that went down in his life, he’d never tried the stuff, and you had seen that as him having experienced a disservice.

the man was stoic and a little bit nervous at times, even now. he deserved to relax at least once.

at least, he deserved to relax as much as he could when he would be in close proximity to you.

there was always this… palpable tension whenever you and him were in a room together. something about lingering glances, featherlight touches, a hot palm warming your cold ones when on patrol… though neither of you had said anything about it. you, because you were afraid of losing one of your best friends; him, because… well, he was himself. expressing emotions wasn’t necessarily in his job description.

the knocks on your dorm door startled you slightly from where you had already lit up and were halfway finished with your blunt, blowing smoke out through the open window. you emptied your lung before calling out, “just come in, shou!”

shouto stepped into your room as if he also lived there, closing the door and toeing his slippers off to remain in his socks. he was just wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and a baggy sweatshirt, but something about him and how he carried himself always made your head spin. you were in practically an identical outfit (you had stolen his clothes from him once after it pissed rain on the both of you and you refused to give them back), but you felt that he looked leagues better in it.

he hummed softly in a greeting before making a home on your bed, grabbing one of your throw pillows to hug to himself while you readjusted your position at the head of the bed. you held your blunt between your fingers with practiced skill, taking a deep breath. “you can still say no. you can just sit with me if you want, we can play a video game-”

“i want to try.” he shook his head, leaning back against the wall and stretching his long legs out over the edge of the bed, and you smiled at him.

“you almost sound eager, shou.”

“i’ve wanted to experiment for a little while, before school ends.” he mumbled back to you, the ghost of a smile quirking on his lips before his eyes drifted to the blunt in your fingers. “it’s better to do it now than to not do it at all.”

“that’s what i’m sayin’.” you chuckled softly before bringing the blunt to your lips. “so what you’re gonna do is inhale like you’re sucking up something through a straw, hold it for a second or two, and then just blow it out. watch.” 

you conducted the actions as you had described them, and shouto watched with a somewhat intense form of fascination as your chest swelled, and then as your lips puckered slightly as you blew the smoke out into the room. he crinkled his nose at the smell of it, wishing the scent of your detergent from your sheets would overpower instead.

but then you were shifting barely closer to him, holding the lit blunt towards him, and he swallowed before taking it between his index and middle fingers, almost as if it were a cigarette. you didn’t correct him on his form.

you watched him closely as he brought his loops to the spot where yours had just been, and you felt your fuzzy mind start to swim. indirect kiss, and all that.

you watched him as he attempted to inhale, breathing in a little too fast, causing him to start coughing and sputtering.

the picture of this normally composed, sweet, hot guy coughing on smoke made you burst out in laughter, leaning back onto your pillows and gripping your stomach.

“that burns.”

“no shit! you know smoke burns, dummy! why’d you breathe so hard?!”

“i was doing what you told me to.” he almost pouted at you, somewhat brat-like, and it just made your laughter continue until you finally got most of the giggles out.

“are- are you gonna try again?”

“is there another way to get high?” he looked over at you, looking for your knowledge and advice, and your mind was swimming as your gaze started to really hone in on his features.

his skin seemed to glow in the yellow light of your desk lamp, because you were both in agreement that the big light was evil. he was lit up in your eyes as your vision blurred at the edges and time felt like it was speeding up and slowing down all at once. 

you could have suggested hotboxing the room a little. stuffing a towel under the door, closing the window, the regular deal.

you instead decided that you were kind of done with the tension that your friends could cut with scissors.

“yeah, i know a really good way. easier too. for you, at least. if you tell me to stop, then i will.”

you always gave him a choice. you let him be player one during games. you let him get the first pick of new manga. you always offered a bite of your food to him. you always considered him, always looking to him for consent and approval and for his opinion and he adored every moment.

“okay,” he murmured, and then suddenly he could feel your body heat rolling off of you in waves. you had shifted far closer to him on the bed, practically chest-to-chest as you reached for the blunt and took it from his fingers. “all you need to do is stay close and inhale when i blow the smoke out, alright?”

“yeah,” he breathed, because he finally wasn’t just smelling the smoke anymore, he was smelling you, and that was making his head spin rather than the drugs.

you smiled at him, plush lips splitting to reveal white teeth and a pink tongue, and his mouth suddenly felt like it was full of cotton.

you brought the blunt to your lips and took in a deep inhale, eyes fluttering but never leaving his. then you pulled the thing from your lips and gently grasped shouto’s chin in your free hand, bringing him so close your drying lips brushed over his wet ones, and then you were exhaling the warm smoke from your lungs.

shouto’s eyes fluttered shut at the action, taking in a deep breath and feeling the smoke penetrate deeply into his lungs and into his brain. it felt almost instantaneous, or maybe he was just growing intoxicated from having you so close. 

he forgot to breathe for a moment, jerking his head slightly and releasing the secondhand smoke from his lungs. your hand never left his chin; it guided him right back to your face instead. “want more?”

“yes,” he practically whispered, and this time when you moved the blunt from your mouth, your lips pressed firmly to his. 

you squeezed his chin to make sure he kept his mouth nice and open for you as you exhaled into him, sharing a breath, that intimacy, the closeness as you kissed him slowly, like your joints had been filled with molasses, and he matched you right away.

his hand moved to your wrist, holding onto it as he sat up to lean further into your space.

he had to pull away to let the smoke pour from his mouth and into the air around you both. he licked his lips, feeling his mouth growing dry and his brain start to slow and go numb.

you bit your lip. “this okay?”

“more than okay.”

“how do you feel?”

“high.”

“no, no, i meant…” you really thought for a moment as you moved your hand from his chin to his shoulder instead, “how do you feel… about me? us?”

“i want it. i want more,” out it came, thanks to the blunt in your fingers and the chalky smoke in the air. “kiss me again, give me more.”

you obliged him, of course, as he was always spoiled rotten.

[askfuzzycallie]

Data Corrupted

All footage and audio past this date has been compromised. Recovering corrupted files. Prioritize Chronological files or relevant files?

OOC explanation below

The next part is gonna be over 100 images. I can post this part in chunks in between the regularly scheduled asks, which would break the fact that all asks are chronological (This option is 'relevant files'), or I could just keep doing what Im doing (This choice is 'chronological files')! Your choice :D

[x-reader-theater]

Hey angst demons, it's me ya boy.

So! Once again i come asking for heartbreaking fanfics bc i have lost the ability to feel happiness.

I was thinking of a COD Ghost x male reader, where they both have feelongs for each other but haven't confessed yet and while on a mission together they get separated and reader gets shot and ghost can't get to him in time.

Only if you want to / are comfortable with writing it!

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Gender Neutral!Reader

word count: 1086

warnings: main character death, Ghost might be OOC, Ghost pov.

a/n: i have also lost the ability to feel happiness so you're not alone. sorry for how late this is going up, because i have lost the ability to feel happiness, i have also lost the motivation to write. i still want to write though so please keep requesting stuff. it kinda forces me to do it because i live off validation and other people's expectations. also, very sorry for making this gender neutral instead of male. i didn't know how to make it a male reader with what i wanted to write. i'm sure if i wrote more it would have been easier. my requests are open and you can find my request rules here. i'm running out of ghost gifs on the tumblr gif search function, so if anyone knows anyone who has a lot of ghost gifs, please let me know and I may start using their gifs if they give permission.

You’re sitting across from Ghost in the Heli as you approach your destination. Your leg is bouncing, and Ghost reaches a leg out to steady your knee. You look up at him, smiling, and you look away. You look flustered to him, embarrassed, and his heart stutters in his chest. He can’t imagine you being anywhere else but by your side. He knows his face doesn’t betray it, but he loves you.

He has to tell you.

“Simon,” you shout over to him over the sound of the chopper. “I have to tell you something.”

Ghost’s heart starts beating harder, faster, and he shouts back. “I have something to tell you too.” He sees your face light up, but interrupts what you were going to say by shouting, “After this mission. You can tell me then.”

You nod, giving a, “Of course, lieutenant.”

Ghost nods back, and the two of you shoot glances at each other as you approach your destination.

When you finally have feet on the ground, Ghost decides you’re to split up, you taking the base from the north, him from the south, and you would pinch in.

“Breaching now,” you tell Ghost over comms. He affirms back as he does the same, getting through the fence and slipping into the compound. There’s as many guards as he assumed there would be in the brief, which is almost none. Ghost takes out a few of the men and moves further in when your voice whispers over the comms, “Moving into the first building now. Met minimal resistance.”

“Affirmative. Stay sharp, [L/N].”

You chuckle over the comms. “Will do, lieutenant.”

Ghost moves into a building, quickly and quietly taking out all the guards that are in there, and logs onto one of the computers there with a bypass key, downloading all the information he can on that flash drive.

“Shit,” Ghost hears over the comms. He stops what he’s doing and looks around, making sure no one is sneaking up on him as he downloads. “Shit, shit, shit!”

“[L/N], what’s wrong?” Ghost asks, unable to move from his position right now with the file downloading.

“It was a trap!” you shout, and Ghost hears the gunfire through the comms trying to drown out your voice. “I’m pinned!”

“Hold tight!” Ghost shouts, and he looks over his shoulder at the flash drive. It only has a few more seconds on it, but the gunfire is getting louder and louder through the comms.

The computer pings and Ghost rips the drive out of the computer without ejecting it properly, uncaring if any of the files become corrupted by the violent ejection. He sprints out of the building he’s in, any semblance of stealth he was trying to go for before flies out the window and into the mud as he rushes towards your last known location, and the direction of the gunshots.

“Simon!” you shout and Ghost’s head whips toward you, seeing you leaning back against a dark green Jeep, a hand holding your side. Simon crouches down behind a different Jeep and nods at you, poking out and firing at anyone who even tries to get a look.

With two people firing, it’s much easier to overwhelm the mass of soldiers with two people than one, and soon enough, Ghost stands, making sure everyone else is dead, before moving over to you. He feels it before he sees it. It’s dark against the black pavement. A puddle of something thick and black. At first, Ghost thinks it’s oil, but when he runs his thumb along the bottom of his boot, his thumb comes back bright red.

All the blood rushes from his face, and he throws himself down into the puddle, pain radiating through his knees as he hovers over you.

“No, no, shit!” he exclaims, and you cough. A trickle of blood spills from your mouth. The bullet is in your lung.

“Got me point-blank underneath the vest,” you say, a wheeze escaping you as a lung most likely collapses.

“No, please,” Simon begs, reaching out with his hands but not touching you. He doesn't want to cause you more pain than you're already in. You, however, reach out toward him, which breaks him from his hesitancy. He places his hands on the sides of your face.

You lean your face into his hand. “I’m sorry,” you mutter, your eyes starting to utter closed.

Simon slaps your face, trying to keep you awake, saying, “No, no I’m sorry! I should have been there for you, I should have had your back! It’s my fucking fault!” Simon has never been this distraught in his life, his life hardening him into the emotionless soldier everyone knows. But not for you.

You reach a hand up and place it on his cheek, wincing as your arm raises above your lungs. In response, Simon leans in closer, so you don't have to raise your arm as high. “It's not your fault. We knew the risks when we joined the military,” you whisper, eyes closed now.

Simon reaches up and yanks off his mask. “Please, please, you can’t leave me!” he screams, his voice cracking on the last syllable.

Your eyes flutter open and Simon's heart flutters in his chest. You give a small smile as you say, “You’re so handsome… I’m… glad I got to see you…”

“You’ll see it again, I promise!” Simon begs, lying to himself and you.

You smile.

“Okay,” you mutter, “I would like that.”

All Simon can do is nod.

“Simon I…”

Simon can feel it when your last breath leaves your body. It’s like you needed two breaths to say what you wanted to say, but your body could only give you one. Your body goes limp in his grasp slowly, deflating as your lungs collapse and blood starts to trickle from your mouth. Your eyes are open, staring at the clear blue sky, tears already haven fallen.

And for the first time since before Simon was in the military, he begins to sob.

He clutches your body as delicately as he can to his chest, not wanting to hurt you, even if you can't feel anything any more.

Simon holds you until he gets a call in his radio that extraction is coming. It comes out of your radio, too, and he turns it off before wiping his eyes with the back of a gloved hand.

He carries your body to the helicopter, unable to leave it behind, no matter what he was told to do.

[official-lex-luthor]

The way you make Lex write their post is scary.

I find myself thinking "Ho that fair" or "that a good point" and "why do I feel I should agree with it?" It's honestly so scary.

ooc: This is absolutely and completely deliberate. A lot of incredibly harmful, incredibly heinous ideologies frame themselves in ways that sound eminently reasonable, appeal to natural biases and misuse languages of social justice for their own ends.

I've based Lex's style of rhetoric on a combination of contemporary British radical feminism, virulent anti-shipping and post-Christian Midwestern authoritarianism.

Primarily they argue that you - you personally - are in danger, and the only way to be safe is through the control, harassment and condemnation of others. This is common across most forms of authoritarianism, and is most well-known in fascism but is not exclusive to it.

This is most prominent in the whole 'it's not safe to be around Kryptonians'.

They also use moralizing and emotive language to form black and white statements, stripping nuance from interpersonal relationships and arguing either those who disagree with them are 'too damaged to know better' or are 'morally wrong and undeserving of listening to'. The black and white statements are backed up by the idea that the 'good' side is pure and cannot do wrong, and the 'bad' side deserves anything that happens.

This is most prominent in defining relationships with Kryptonians as inherently abusive.

Literally, defining a relationship as comprised only of an abuser and a victim, which can be delineated by demographic.

Finally, the authoritarianism I drew on for Lex's particularly style is a concept derived from Christianity in that sin is a corruption. The post-Christian aspect is essentially filing off the theology, but keeping its ideologies of 'people are inherently bad/good', 'bad/good is a permanent state' and 'what good people do to bad people is always good'.

I find Lex... very difficult to write, and have to take frequent breaks. I'm looking forward to closing out their plot.

[hypermascbishounen]

I honestly keep forgetting about N!Juste bc he's such a travesty, so wnv I get reminded of him I'm just as angry as day one, lol. I just mentally delete N!Juste every time I see him, like dragging a corrupted file to the recycle bin. Tbf he's easy to forget, bc he's also boring and the least of Nocturne's problems so far, but obv I'm going to dislike it a lot as fan of HoD.

What gets me most I think, is how most ideas I've seen of a post game Juste, have him in a mentor or at least respected ancestor role to Richter(if not just outright his dad, lol). Even with bad end Juste - in fact *especially* with bad end Juste - it's hard to imagine Juste being so checked out on his descendants. If anything, Juste having a controlling/overprotective streak, seems to be a possible thing with him, which you would think sudden catastrophic loss would actually make worse.

(imo a bad end Juste would react to Richter like Marlin in Finding Nemo, but forced to train him excessively instead of being able to shelter him. Especially when Richter *is so similar to Maxim, who he lost.* I think he would have every motive to try and ensure Richter has the best odds possible against anything.)

And this idea doesn't come from nowhere - A lot of elements of Juste (and Maxim) as characters, right down to gameplay, is backshadowing SoTN and Richter in particular. It's very much an implication that Richter inherits traits from the both of them, whether by blood, fate, or literally being trained by them, or relatives that already had been. Juste's connection to Richter in this way, was the only reason to even bring him into a Richter storyline in the first place.

And the Juste we know from HoD has an incredibly strong and distinctive personality. "Ooc" doesn't even really begin to describe how off N!Juste is. He's basically a reused stock archetype. He's the cookie cutter they used to make N!Trevor, thrown on the tray after they ran out of dough.

And tbh they didn't even need to do this, so it's baffling why they chose to. I can't claim to see into the genius peak minds behind nfcv, but my nearest guess is that not only do they not see No Legacy as a narrative problem for Richter, they see Legacy itself as an active threat. Bc Juste was genuinely their last Get Out of Jail Free card to give Richter a legacy and they wasted it, specifically to reinforce Belmont's as Useless. They actually could have had him just be a mentor to Richter that influenced him from a relatively safe distance in the script, while changing not a whole lot, imo.

The only other explanation is that they were just too scared have anyone as cool as game Juste or his friends anywhere near their watery product, lol. He is just full of too much prettyboy protagonist style while also being loaded to the balls full of magic power and having real Belmont swag. They could not have even a backstory version of this man that wouldn't threaten to upstage their constantly berated Richter, or their precious fanservice Alucard they just redesigned. He is too powerful.

Regardless, they felt the need to literally take away everything that makes Juste recognizable - his outfit, his powers, his friends, even his face!(that beard really is horrendous, it actually feels like it is there to hide his face istg). He can't even have his character flaws, they had to be replaced with ones that make him more suitably disaffected. All for the completely 0 pay off of another Useless Belmont.

[nine-drops-of-iron]

[PUBLIC EMERGENCY BROADCAST ]

Nine Drops of Iron (sent via overseer) to Everyone

-This broadcast contains no text. Rather, it is a video file with mostly corrupted visuals. The audio doesn't seem to have discernible words, but only coughing and gagging sounds-

-At the end of the file, a single clear image flicks into view-

-Taken by overseer-

(OOC: Yes the art was very rushed because I just wanted to get the post done and had been trying to get this right for too long so I'm just gonna bite the bullet and do it.

Also yes, void fluid looks like that when I draw it. Usually it's a little darker, but smaller areas get the yellow blended into them more, soooo

Oh yeah, Drops can't do this bc he's having a stroke, but I can! @restart-the-cycle )

[lifelessfan]

"Don't utter his name"

it's not exactly what was in the transcription of the interrogation but the basic same idea anyway so it's fine. Dall gets very protective. Ooc a bit I think

270-82014...it was him, one of our very own. But how did we find his name? Hoxton sits behind us, an unreadable expression but one can only assume he was feeling a little happy seeing Houston's name in the police database.

Nathan wasn't doing so good tho, staring down the police report and seeing his name. Shade sits by the computer, a repeat screen and looking through more of his reports on another monitor, taking Nathan's silence as not a good sign, figuring she should get to work before he burns up.

Dallas finally snaps out of it, straightening up, thinking about what should be their next steps, the reports wrote down a whole host of legal issues, and while never getting caught, he can only assume how many years he would be behind bars. Hoxton was stuck for 2, only a couple when compared to the papers saying "life sentence", and that was comparatively at the start of their small gangs story. But Houston? He didn't want to even think about it, not now, he just couldn't

He can't really stop himself, turning around and heading out from the safehouse, voice just loud enough to hear in the room, but not a decibel higher

-I need a smoke

The safe house was silent, the previous chatter about Clover and the messages going quiet as the prisoner was revealed, Dall storming out not a surprise though still painful nonetheless.

He had done a lot for the team, the first addition, the quiet, stealthy, mechanic, they practically took him for granted through the years

While some liked him less than others, they mostly still mutually agreed prison was going too harsh. Remembering what he was like, he wouldn't survive like Hoxton, not 2 years, not with anything less than a burn

Nathan stood outside, he needed a breather. The sudden stress and pressure increased 3 fold as he stared at the floor, eyes unfocused. He had wanted to reconnect with him for ages, just never had the guts. Left him once, what's the harm in leaving him again? Now thinking back it was a lot of harm, no security, his dreams a tightrope that seemed to have failed.

Dall wasn't good with emotions, most of the time only talking to Bain, keeping his emotions covered unless it was with specific personnel and Shade just...wasn't there yet, the team was still a team, not people he could open to too easily.

Finally dropping the smoke, mind set on one thing, he needed a second to sit with the news, he needed to break something, steal, come to terms, maybe finally realise just how important Houston was

-anyone call any jobs in? We need information, leads.

-I asked around for anyone with access to the Houston files since they were under different handlers, said we needed to raid the newly opened jewellery street before he plans to help us

The stress was evident in his voice, he needed a distraction, something to help him calm down

-how do you know he's safe?

-I'll have backup check his tracks and records, worst case we will be able to take the haul for ourselves.

-yes, take it

It was something. shade had offered the same prospect multiple times, taking up a job and backtracking if the contact couldn't be trusted. While they didn't like to operate like that any more after Hector had proved himself to be a good manipulator even if they had slipped through more than once due to corrupt cops, at this point Dallas would be asking for anything. He needed to see him again, needed something to work with

-Dallas? You sure. You know we don't do this any more. If-

-we need to take the risk. And we take extra precautions this time. Common, let's go

He he stuff to do, finalising his points and forcing the others to cooperate. Heading out to make a couple of calls to the others on the small-time thievery trips, they were going to be taking the next couple of days a little more seriously

<time skip>

Address, date and time. All details were supplied and agreed on. Final gathered items and they were heading out. Everyone of course had their reactions to the situation, Joy wondering just why Dallas was making such an exception, only getting caught up on the drive and holding her tongue to make up for the mass of questions. Wolf was just happy to get another job, of course, he still held quiet about why, still knowing the implications and opting to stay light for everyone's sake

Pearl was like Joy, except she was quieter about the questions, not willing to get in the middle of the stressed team, following along and listening only to be caught off guard having not followed the reveal like Hoxton. catching wind of a previous teammate heading to possible trial and prison, she had taken a second to take a breather for the possible implications

Hoxton and Chains were left with Shade, both choosing to stay out of the line of fire and instead opting to secure the contract, heading out for information instead of the jewles

The mission while loud, still is quiet when looking at coms. Even split amongst multiple stores and each with different funded security protocols, they all made due with Shade and her input for when and where, only really communicating for help.

Once the van was called, everyone had hauled all the bags they could, loud within the gunfire and running, gems and metals shaking in their bags. Familiar deadweight as each throw what they can in the back, a couple of words for those who finished quicker and running to help pick up other bags left.

Ammo left by the magazines in the rush, health bags slowly burnt away by wandering cloakers. it's not a sloppy job, but still one with enough faults to have calls for hand-on-hand help. A hefty pull by the hand to pull Joy in, blood down her leg, doors closed quickly and towels getting wrapped just as the car is thrown into gear and pulls out

Heavy breathing, and stuffy whines as the wound is attempted simple treatment by Dallas and Pearl. Better medical help once they were back at base but that wasn't for another 30min.

Hoxton and Chains were out of base all the same, looking for answers and any reason to doubt the possible trade. Shade helped where she could with the trackdown, people to talk through both logically and by bruit force.

While not something they were used to doing after learning their lesson the first time, they had to protect what was theirs, they had to take precautions they usually wouldn't bother with.

- he's clean, we had a look and he's worked with a lot of trusted people

Finally coming back just in time to meet up with the van, they all clean up. Helping Joy once she's brought into safety, cleaned blood tracks and comfortably placed on the couch. Chains comforts and works on the wound by reflex as he sits by her, both Joy and Chains still listen, following along with the conversation happening by Shade as they finalise and double check the information

- you have any more information on the insider?

- not much else of relevance, works within the prison Houston is being kept at, has access and is willing to offer the files

-then let's go through with the deal, the sooner we know what we are working with, the earlier we can make a plan

The finality of the statement, a huff in his words as he heads off, the team splitting up to head to their small jobs, Chains and an extra set of hands or looking for more materials to work with. They were getting close

<time skip>

it was like jumping through hoops, hiding their names and faces to drop the payment and once it all finally dose get through checks and into the right hands, everyone waited, they would be getting their rewards soon.

A ping on the computer and Shades sits up, hands on the keyboard and looking through the message, finding not only the files they had been promised, but an additional file that had been added

-*You were quick with the job, as a thank you, I had happened to walk into an interrogation of the person you had been requesting information on. I've added the audio I caught*

The files were duplicated and analysed seppretly, the audio opened once everything else was analysed. The basic gist of the situation and convictions was understood, and at this point they would take any more information they could get there hands on, including audio, as long as it wasn't eddited. They had their suspicions

North- Alright, Mr.Steele. You need anything, can I get you some water? Why don't you tell me why you're here?

The screen dark as the progression bar ticks the seconds of the audio, shuffling, doors opening and closing, handcuffs, everyone's ears strained, heart heavy, Houston's voice was muddy in all their minds, just bare memories

His voice is gruff, heavy, clearly not here much by choice and willing to make the most of the moment. A smile in his voice

Houston- Officer, I think there's been a mistake. What...exactly am I getting accused of? And I believe asked you to contact my lawyer.

Pearl stands close by, listening, a small smile from finally hearing the voice of someone they all seemed to stress over, Dallas the most of course.

Even with the harsh microphone it was caught on, his voice echoes in all their minds, familiar, not...exact, but not too far.

Houston- Grand larceny?...Wait, tax evasion?? You got the wrong guy, Officer North. I'm inno... This wasn't me

North- We have enough evidence to put you away for a long time. Grand larceny... fraud...and tax evasion. Those are just the ones that make good headlines. It is quite the list, don't you think?

Innocent? Of course, he wasn't innocent...his pause, the refusal to lie that he was a law-abiding citizen and just respond with the same comment that it 'wasn't him'? Maybe that wasn't a lie either

Houston- Witnesses?? I look like a lot of people. I can't answer for what these "Witnesses" say they saw but it wasn't me. You know how unreliable eyewitnesses can be.

North- Not you, huh? Explain this. We've got witnesses who saw you as the last person on the scene of the crime last week.

Thinking about it, it made sense, the gang were rougher around the edges, his calmer voice didn't mirror the same calm in the public eye. Dallas couldn't help a small scoff in his smile, the same Houston he was familiar with

It was weird, Houston wasn't much in terms of 'confident' years ago, not a complete pushover but not nearly this tough.

Houston- How are you doing on that lawyer by the way?

North- And what about the security footage? Sure looks a lot like you.

Houston- Really? security footage? Crazy what AI can do these days and you still can't get security footage over 480p anyway. I don't know what you're fishing for here, or if you're just setting me up, but I've been living clean for the past.... 5 years, at least.

North- A setup, huh? It's always a setup isn't it. You expect me to believe that there's some conspiracy against you? Even with... all this evidence?

Houston- That's exactly what I'm telling you.

North- ...And the tax evasion? We've got your financial records. You're deep in the red, Steele.

Houston-  I'd have to see those numbers myself North. But, I pay my taxes, every cent. If there's been a mistake, I'll make sure to sort it out together with my accountant and the IRS.

Houston- Confess? to crimes I didn't commit? Not gonna happen. I think we're done here.

North- You're full of it, Steele. This case is a formality, we've got video, papers, witnesses. In all my years I've barely seen anyone this royally fucked. Just confess, make it easier for us both, I'll even see if I can get you a good deal for cooperating and saving the state some money. What do you say?

Even Hoxton could listen and even quietly admire, his progression and even the now mirroring situation of jail with hands around their throats, a clutch tight, it was...A little admirable.

It did seem like a lost cause, the case file looked all formal, the clear backing up of those papers, witnesses, videos, there was no room to argue and it was a criminal word against the police and justice seekers. While it seemed useless, Houston still stood his ground.

North-  Have it your way, it's not like the trial's gonna drag anyway Franklin

A pause. He said what?

Houston- Good luck with that. I'll be here, waiting for that lawyer you're supposed to be calling. And I'll take you up on that bottle of water while you're up, thanks.

this was worse than the new accusations, worse to dismiss and trust the paper and videos that yes, can be manipulated. the bite as he said it, the spite and almost small clear hint of victory either way when he said his name. He could only lower his voice so much

A cold and hot flush, the moment of confidence, the admiration that maybe he could have some way out, Nathan couldn't keep his pain down much longer.

- Keep his name out your mouth

A little more shuffling, a closing recording of the case number and participants cutting off as the contact finally leaves, takes the recording before seemingly bolting back to work

Nathan stands by the desk, knuckles against the wood and feeling his nails dig into his palm.

His teeth grit hard, only he had called his first name, he didn't care what happened out of his range of hearing and now hearing it all over again, the pain in his chest, shoulders, muscles strained now and now body temperature unbalanced under his jacket

Houston had said, he didn't like using his first name at all, kept it quiet and out of courtesy, no one went much out of their way to find something they kept hidden.

...

"Keep his name out of your mouth"

[cuttlefish-cabin]

Heyyya You Youngins Are ya Staying fresh as the youth say!

Oh your not supposed to be hip 4?

Thats not nevermind

Um Wlll than Im Captain Cuttlefish Head of the-.....

What was that for!!! Oh right... um Im just an Old vet who adores hanging out with the fresh youth and Agent 4 over here'll be helping me with this technology how do you work this thing!

OOC: Now Ground Rules no NSFW you'll get called kiddo regularly um Headcanons adored so yea :3 Basic DNI: dont be an Ass , no bigots , Terfs , And prolifers please block me. ermm then Abelists beloathed we hate that shit here yeaaa. will upd8 if shit occurs Cuttle tavio refrences might also make apearenences but its not always fluff 4 might make apearences on occasion they are moderating what he sees lols cus hes old man y'know Mod is prone to spelling mistakes English while their main language they've never been good at spelling lols This blog is shenanigans focused primarily thus will be more active for art + lore @ask-the-squidbeaksplatoon Love fan art as long as main is credited for making the oc!/Au version @princelydelinquents

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