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#fr though! i had a blast drawing this
ennabear · 5 days
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hii !! 🫶🏻 just discovered your account and i love it !! :) i was wondering if you could write some more headcannons about ellie? like, what job would she do? etc. i like to think that if she existed today, she'd probably be an illustrator for children's books !! that'd be so cool, tbh. i can see her making books about space or dinosaurs, and going to book fairs at schools to meet kiddos and talk to them about it. (crossover with professor!abby who used to teach little kids 🫶🏻🫶🏻) aah. sorry for rambling. but like, i just think ellie would have a blast if she existed today. like with all the museums ?? all the new ways to make art ?? but anyway !! what are *your* headcannons for modern ellie !! 🪐🫶🏻
modern!ellie’s job!! (hc) 🦕
thx for the request bae cause this made me smile so big. i have SO many hcs for modern ellie like i’ve been waiting for this moment!!!!! also dw about rambling i love to hear your thoughts 🤗
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ok for starters i think ellie would be a nerd in high school. i know that some people headcanon her as a jock or a stoner (and that ellie has a special place in my heart) but i definitely think she’d be the opposite tbh. i imagine her with only a few friends (dina, jesse, cat). and i also think she’d have insanely good grades because she’s just smart like that. and all of her teachers love her because even though she’s quiet, she’s really kind and creative.
also i think her family would be just her and joel and maybe a dog. like imagine her spending her weekends getting guitar lessons from joel and then taking her dog on a walk and documenting it in her journal. she would fr have such a blast!!!!
for college i definitely think she’d major in astronomy/astrophysics or maybe art history?? and in her last years of college, she’d get a job as a secretary for a science museum. honestly, she didn’t hate it, but she was super jealous of the tour guide because she got to take all of the cute little kids on a walk and talk about the fun stuff while ellie had to sit behind a desk all day. but after begging her supervisor enough, she’d get promoted to tour guide after the mean old lady who used to do it retired.
and guess what??? the kiddos loved her!!! she always made sure the kids were having a great time and she knew a lot about what she was talking about, whether it was dinosaurs or planets or volcanoes. and the joke book came everywhere with her!! absolutely nothing made her happier than hearing the little monsters giggling and squealing about a joke that wasn’t even that funny.
abby and ellie would become good friends because of the time abby took her class to the museum on a field trip. they ended up actually really liking each other, especially because they had so much in common. and sometimes after work they’d meet up at a bar and talk about life, it was nice for them to both have a new friend who was equally as nerdy.
ellie would be a tour guide for quite a few years while abby got her doctorate. a few years after abby became a professor, ellie tried out illustrating a childrens book for a local visitor at the museum who was really fond of ellie. it was nothing too big, but she was really proud of it.
after she finished the drawings for the book, she wanted to try writing one of her own. so she decided to write a textbook for kids about dinosaurs with her own illustrations and a joke on every page.
safe to say it was super successful!!! she ended up going to local elementary schools and educating the littles about the different types of dinosaurs and each era they lived in. and you better believe old man joel was so proud!!!! his little girl ellie that he used to take to dinosaur museums was now writing her own dinosaur books!!!
i think eventually she’d quit her job at the museum and focus on being a writer full time, along with keeping art as a hobby. and i can 100% see her getting married and adopting a kid just like joel adopted her, and she’d pass on all of her science knowledge to her mini self. also i think she’d mainly only write science textbooks for kids, but may end up publishing a sci-fi novel or two.
i think that’s all :3 thanks for the ask sweetie pie ilysm 🫶
daily click / israeli themes in tlou
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annadrujok-fr · 7 months
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Shade for Xaz on FR! I had a blast drawing slime and sludge, though you can't see most of it under the skin haha ^^;
Want one of your own? Check out my cat-dragon YCH shop here!
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silas-png · 4 months
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YIPPIEEEE
okay fr though i had a blast painting this. had so much fun :D
anyways so yeah this is Pax hopefully I'll draw his husband soon
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dekulakization · 7 months
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Countryhumans nation hello headcanons time
Ok. So far I've got three robots. NATO, Warsaw pact and NAM
Warsaw's ass has been discarded at some dumpster like a while ago however for my sake and wellbeing I pretend this didn't happen
NATO. Bastard. I fucking hate him. Not affectionately I'm just biased. Here's him ↓
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He's pretty high-tech. Waterproof, has to charge every month and the charging takes a few days. You plug him in like an iPhone (joke)
He's sentient!! Can feel surface level emotion (happy/sad) and pain. Needed to establish this before I said the next thing, which is that he's built so that he struggles to frown or change the position of his mouth. Like, it physically hurts him to do that. Mostly because Belgium and America (the two people that collabed on making NATO) wanted to likeee...glorify him? If you get what I'm trying to say. Make him seem perfect. He has internet access and everything that he sees is recorded
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My boy Warsaw....the left drawing is more recent and more accurate to my current design of him
My boy runs on coal. Was built in a garage with spare thank parts and wood. Could survive a nuclear blast I'll be so fr. Not waterproof in the slightest. He can survive -50°C but overheats at 20°. Falling apart, nobody knows how he's still walking. Sentient. How? I do not know. Soviet built him so that he can't smile or move the position of his mouth at all also.
NAM....erm I don't have a proper design for him yet but he's??? He's so weird. Sk weird.
Built by Yugo and he's??? Surprisingly high-tech for the time he was built in? And GUESS WHAT HE HAS A FULL RANGE OF EMOTIONS AND HE CAN EXPRESS THEM!!!! HE CAN MOVE HIS MOUTH WITHOUT EXTREME DISCOMFORT ISN'T RJAT CRAZY?!?!
He's so silly. Used to constantly lean over now deceased Yugo while he was writing. Half of the convos they had were "What are you doing? (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)" "Bureaucracy...Non-Aligned you're raising my blood pressure. Don't do that."
Semi-waterproof? He has some gaps where water can get in, usually his joints (knees, elbows, wrists, ankles...). He needs to charge every week and the charging usually takes a bit less than a day. Sentient (do not know how!), can vaguely feel the full range of emotions but he's disconnected from them. He doesn't show it though, he's very empathetic and knows how to make it seem like he's not as disconnected from emotion as he is
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addystuffs · 6 months
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pspspspspsps (beckoning you to ramble about your OCs)
oh god sorry this took so long to answer i saw it in my inbox and wanted to draw smth for it but completely forgot about it
anyway i’ve decided not to draw anything and finally answer this laying here in bed at 10 o’clock at night
putting it all under the cut cuz this is gonna go on for a while
general tw!! some sensitive topics cuz this is oc lore and it must be as traumatic as possible
- sona/addy
she’s got interconnected lore w/ 2 other ocs, (which i have yet to make proper drawings of) rachel and dakota
she grew up in this hidden village of sorts, where people range from human mages with insane arcane powers to mythical beings who bake bread
anyway even though it’s forbidden she sneaks out but oh no oh dear she gets found by humans and gets taken to be studied or whatever
now we branch off into dakotas lore
- dakota
so they’ve lived in the lab place thing for their entire life cuz they were actually created there. the creation was flawed, so they have a bunch of black splotches on their body (usually only the one on their face is visible)
they are actually completely sex-less, the technology was not advanced enough to really give them a sex
they lived on their own most of the time, that was until addy came along. the two became fast friends.
they never were actually taught to speak or read or anything while there, so addy had to teach them a lot. even then, they were still mostly nonverbal
shenanigans occour, ur typical testing, observations, experiments, jerk scientists, all that jazz
eventually addy devised a plan to escape, but it kinda goes to shit, with a dakota getting severely injured. addy, fueled by her emotions, lets out a very powerful magic blast, and manages to escape before collapsing in an alley from overuse of magic abilities
this is where rachel comes in :)
- rachel
she literally grew up in a cult
as a mark of the cult, all members had a lock of their hair permanently dyed magenta
the cult was also very homophobic, and when her twin brother came out as trans, it sent the cult into madness
eventually it became too much for her brother, and he took his own life. this lead to her mom blaming her and uh it got pretty ugly
she eventually ran away and lived on the streets for a while
that was until she found two weird beings near the outside of her makeshift shelter :)
oh boy only 3 ocs in
next some rise ocs
- artemis
pancake tortoise, was originally a turtle at a pet store that ate an oozequito by accident
so they are just kinda chillin in alleys contemplating their new awareness when the turts stumble across her
long story short they eventually lead her to the hidden city and there they find a job at a florist and are from then on a casual ally of the turtles :)
- chilli
so she lives in the nexus hotel, she’s the daughter of that one fox yokai employee
that’s basically all i have for her lol
and finally, dnd ocs
- selineus
he is from a very silly campaign, so ima just copy paste the notes i have of his backstory here lol
uhhh so like selineus's parents got killed by a something or other when he was like 2 but it did give him a sick ass scar over his nose
so he was found by a group of traveling druids and they raised him and taught him to be a druid i guess (i dont know shit about druids)
ok so he was raised on the move so hes seeing the sights, keeping journals, all that jazz
so he eventually finds out these traveling druids are like a cult and they plan to sacrifice him to the sparkle god when he comes of age (18)
so he hatches a plan to not only escape but to gain the ultimate power of sparkles
he succeeds (he rolled a nat 20 fr)
so yeah now he has the ultimate power of sparkles and he roams the land, spreading his sparkles
then he ends up in new york after the animepocalypse and fights raccoons for a sandwich before finding a bunch of gay people and becoming the most based member of the party
just realized this will make little to no sense without some context from the campaign but y’all ain’t gettin any of that hehe
anyway next one that’s more serious
- athena
was part of a little elven society in the woods, living her best life with great parents and her girlfriend :)
until the fire nation attacked until her date was very rudely interrupted by forest creechurs who lay waste to the town, and she loses everything. she also earned a big ass scar on her face
now she is a cold, calculated mercenary/bounty hunter, with the only thing she has left from that village, her girlfriends faded red bandana, tied around her forearm.
lemme treat you to a sketchbook doodle :)
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anyway i think that’s it!! this got way longer than i thought it would be, so thanks if you made it this far!
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denimbex1986 · 8 months
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'We are accustomed to hearing historians protest that biopics mangle the truth. And we are used to hearing screenwriters such as Aaron Sorkin and Peter Morgan respond that it is legitimate to scramble chronology, invent composite characters and fabricate incidents in order to tell a deeper truth. But there has been little controversy about the authenticity of Christopher Nolan's Oppenheimer. For the most part, the writer-director has chosen the historian's responsibility over the dramatist's liberty.
It is testament to the inherent drama of Oppenheimer's life, and of the Manhattan Project's three-year effort to design and build an atomic bomb, that the vast majority of the film's most memorable scenes and lines are taken straight from Kai Bird and Martin J Sherwin's book American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J Robert Oppenheimer, or from contemporary sources. Still, there are a few fabrications, including two pivotal scenes that elaborate on the same truth: the scientists who built the bomb were genuinely worried that it would accidentally bring about the end of the world.
The first of these scenes comes on the eve of the Trinity test, the detonation of the world's first atomic bomb, after Enrico Fermi (Danny Deferrari) takes bets on whether the blast will destroy the world. Lt Gen Leslie Groves (Matt Damon) asks Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy) what Fermi meant, leading to a conversation about apocalyptic possibilities and the impossibility of absolute certainty in theoretical science.
In reality, as head of the Manhattan Project, Groves would have been well aware of the theory that inspired Fermi's dark joke. Back in July 1942, Edward Teller (played by Benny Safdie in the movie) had raised the possibility that the bomb might generate temperatures sufficiently intense to set off a thermonuclear chain reaction in the atmosphere – igniting atoms of nitrogen, hydrogen or both – and "encircle the globe in a sea of fire". When Oppenheimer informed Arthur Compton, who worked on chain reactions at the Metallurgical Laboratory in Chicago, Compton was willing to halt the whole project unless the doomsday scenario could be ruled out. "Better to accept the slavery of the Nazis than to run a chance of drawing the final curtain on mankind!" he theatrically recalled in 1959, making the incident public for the first time. The Americans had no way of knowing that in Germany, where Werner Heisenberg ran the Nazi bomb programme, Hitler was also concerned that his physicists might "set the globe on fire".
The physicist Hans Bethe soon revealed the flaws in Teller's theory and assured Oppenheimer that a chain reaction was "extremely unlikely, to say the least" – less than three in one million, according to Compton. Teller made his own calculations shortly before Trinity and found "no reason to believe that the test shot would touch off the destruction of the world".
When the bomb went off, however, some witnesses were suddenly unsure. The blast of white, silent light lasted for so long before the boom that the Italian physicist Emilio Segrè confessed to fearing that "the explosion might set fire to the atmosphere and thus finish the Earth, even though I knew that this was not possible".
Nolan uses this potent red herring to represent the almost supernatural dread inspired by the bomb. He picks it up again in another imagined scene which gives the movie its chilling finale: a lakeside conversation between Oppenheimer and Albert Einstein (Tom Conti) in Princeton in 1946. The two scientists suggest that the bomb really did threaten the end of the world, just not at Trinity.
A 'hideous power'
The film has been criticised for not depicting the impact of the bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and not challenging the claim that it was militarily necessary, but that is true to Oppenheimer's perspective. Although he told US President Truman that he felt like he had blood on his hands, his doomed post-war efforts towards international arms control and thwarting the development of the exponentially more destructive hydrogen bomb were less about atoning for what had happened than preventing something much worse.
"It was indeed the bizarre nature of the bomb, and the uncanny sort of future it suggested, rather than its actual results in the war, that impressed people," wrote Vannevar Bush, chairman of the National Defense Research Committee, in 1949, observing that the firebombing of Japanese cities had been no less horrific but far less controversial. Even though an overwhelming majority of Americans supported the bombings, many were haunted by premonitions of an American Hiroshima, like the one Murphy's Oppenheimer hallucinates in the film.
The future was Oppenheimer's priority. While the use of the bomb was never his decision, he did seem to believe that, in the long run, it was the lesser of two evils. In 1939, he knew that the achievement of nuclear fission made a bomb inevitable. In 1945, he believed that the bomb made nuclear war inevitable, unless its hideous power could be demonstrated to the world before the current conflict ended. "They won't fear it until they understand it," he says in the film, "and they won't understand it until they've used it". Colleagues including Teller and Niels Bohr (played by Kenneth Branagh) agreed, although for them, this belief that using the bomb could avert future wars did not make it any less terrible.
Nolan's decision to tell the story of the bomb through Oppenheimer's eyes – not just his experiences but also his concerns – gives the film its contemporary urgency. What was done to Hiroshima and Nagasaki is history, but the existential threat of nuclear weapons is still with us, as Oppenheimer knew it would be.
This awareness is captured in his most famous quotation. The physicist later claimed that at Trinity he had thought of a line from the Bhagavad Gita – "Now I am become Death, destroyer of worlds" – but nobody heard him say it on the day, so Nolan uses voiceover sleight of hand to acknowledge the ambiguity. Perhaps the line was a retrospective bid for gravitas, or a plea for forgiveness, and Oppenheimer was playing screenwriter with his own life. But it carries that deeper truth. Regardless of the globe-of-fire theory, or what Truman decided to do, Oppenheimer knew in that bright white moment that his work had radically changed the world, and might one day end it.'
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nihoniums-fantrolls · 2 years
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1, 2, 3, & 17?
1. Show your most recent wip
All my wips are on my pc and I'm too lazy to actually get to it so <3 have a shitty extract of a meme redraw I just finished
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2. 5 favourites of your own work?
THAT'S A THOUGH ONE it switches a lot w/ time but uuuh I'd say :
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THIS art fight attack I did recently, I'm just a huge fan of the Colors
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This one for the pose / shading. Not my BEST but it was good considering I had to do it fast.
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This one for old times sake since it's a redraw and !!! Really show how I grew in my art / how my characters evolved along with it
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This one BC the pose makes me feral and also women in suits hot. I just think I nailed it
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THAT one for the Colors + overall vibe. I had SUCH a blast w/ trying this kinda style out.... Minimal Color pallet and all
3. Least favourite things to draw?
Whatever I can't draw right at that moment /hj
Fr tho Aside from the classic background + Shoes/ feet, I'd say probably plants? I can NEVER get them to look right and it FRUSTRATES me
Also, hair. Sometimes I hate drawing hair. It's fun but by GOD do I sometimes don't like it.
Otherwise I tend to enjoy drawing most things!!! Art is fun!!! Love and light or whatever!!!
17. What inspires you?
This is such a vague one so my vaguest answer is : my own impulsivity to create / draw / exorcise the mind demons from the depth of my Brain.
Also like, anime / cartoons I watched, artists I follow... Etc etc ya know
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star2sworld · 8 months
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rants
I’m going to be ranting on here often. I have no one to text or talk to besides my fill in therapist I don’t even tell shit to.
Today I found out my ex bsf has a bf. So what? Good for her right? yes, but why do I find myself envying her. Envying her life. Wishing it was me in her place. She glowed up, has many friends, and even a bf now.
Schools coming up. I’m stressed about this upcoming fall. I can feel myself spiral back into my old mindset. I’m already judging myself “ am I ugly? Am I not “ How do I make it stop? idk.
So, I did my makeup. To feel better. To see if I feel pretty with makeup on. I took pictures.. they all came out horribly. The inverted filter doesn’t do me justice. I always get compliments in person though so what does this mean? I’m very confused. I can’t tell. I find myself the ugliest person to exist. I don’t know how people genuinely find me pretty. Maybe they’re lying ?
Afterwards, I went on a walk to clear my mind. I had my new headsets on blast walking with my broken phone. I saw a old couple with their dog walking and all I could think in my head was “ keep walking, don’t look, “ I felt anxious walking around them. Felt like all eyes were on me when they probably weren’t. I hate this feeling. I just want to be pretty.
I came home.. and brought my cat to my room for emotional support. Instead, she meowed to leave my room. How sad. I let her out, closed the blinds and lights and put lil peep sad mix on. I finally cried. Bawled my eyes out because I just want to feel pretty and loved. I want friends, I want to be outgoing, I want to feel happy.
As I’m listening to lil peep I get the urge to smoke it away. I’m 29 days clean. I shouldn’t throw it all away but it’s tempting. I get the urge to relapse on sh. But, I hate my old scars… I don’t think it will stop me though. Maybe I should get into a idgaf mindset.
Tbh, fuck it. I think I’m going to delete every social media I have. Yes, including tiktok. I need to work on self love. Of course I am beautiful. I have beautiful big eyes, long lashes and full lips. Idk. I feel lost in this world.
I thought I was feeling better honestly. I’ve been doing my morning routine and going on walks. Constantly doing things to get myself together. Decorated my half of my room and even worked out yesterday after a long time. But why do I feel sad today?!
UGH. what is this universe. I should listen to self-help YouTube videos. I just hate watching long videos. But, I’ll do it. I’m deleting social media after this and I’m going to only consume helpful content for a week. At least I have art next school year. It will help me relax and get back into my drawing habits :)
I am loved. I am happy. I can overcome this feeling. I am worth it. I am beautiful.
As I’m saying affirmations 5 degrees come on and I feel sad 😭😢 I changed the song to talk dirty by Jason druelo. Blasting it in my headset. I feel better already.
Yes I am pretty. Yes I’m going to make friends. Be positive sista. WHAT YOU SPEAK ABOUT YOURSELF WILL ALWAYS BE BROUGHT TO REALITY!!! Pinterest is going to be my main focus. Creating a self concept and a vision board asap tomorrow.
Worth it by 5th harmony came on Fr feeling myself 😫😫 period I feel better lol I’m a bad bitch idgaf anyone who gets to know me is special. I’m a amazing person. Going to mediate now and take my makeup off eat brush floss grow eyebrows & then sleep by 10:00 sharp !! ( hopefully )
Bye loves
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wits-half · 2 years
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the last thing you see before you get your ass beat
#dishonored#corvo attano#literally posting this just to rant in the tags#this is super old and awkward and expressionless but ohhhh welll#when i get out of my current fandoms of interest i'll dive back into dishonored because it's been. what. 8 years for me#and i'm still not over it i love it to bits#i'm doing a high chaos run and i've never felt sexier and more powerful. corvo is the only fucking man#the adrenalin build up i bust a nut. i decapitate someone i go YEEHAW. go on now. step on the mine#hc is the best thing that's ever happened to me even though lc is my personal canon favourite.#i never had the chance to play any games until i turned 18 so this is new and exciting and i'm having a blast#corvo is so cool. i chose him as my parental figure when i was 10 and i sunk my teeth into dishonored and never let go#i just finished the boyle mission and i killed everybody and i feel so giddy about it i had to post something. hc bringing out the evil fr#it's very different from lc but i still feel like such a rat (affectionate) crawling around. just much more feral#nik talks#nik draws#my childhood dream coming true when i'm doodling corvo and he has Shape and he's like. bulky....#father<<<333#not happy with this one but it kind of reminds me of the dh fanart i used to adore as a kid#i can't fucking SHUT UP about this game and how everything about it is perfect#RATS<<<<<<33333#i also don't usually use any refs for him because when i was a kid i dreamed of cosplaying him and i used to draw his clothes a Lot#and his image is ingrained into my brain i could model his clothes with my eyes closed but i suspect it's actually far far off lmao
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soulykins-fr · 4 years
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Mystery Box art of Joywing’s Reshardin! Only the second gaoler I’ve ever drawn and I’m quite pleased with how it turned out uwu
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makerofmadness · 2 years
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already got another post of generated AAF quotes for y’all to feed on if anybody even cares anymore. I swear this generator is too fun to use but I think I’ve gotten to see most of the prompts already. oof.
Andy: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Claus: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Andy: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.
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Margret: Okay, help me please! Peter: Got two words for you. Margret: I bet they won't be helpful. Peter: Your problem. Margret: I was right
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Melody: Top 30 reasons why Melody is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you! Felix: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!
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Melody: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why. Peter: Only if you also don't ask why Peter: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick. Melody: Peter: Melody: This one is fine
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Andy: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you Felix: 10 times 0 is still 0 though Andy: Jokes on you, I can't do math
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Margret: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine Margret: i became more evil if you’re curious Claus: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Margret: i’m going to get worse on purpose
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Felix: Hey, you want some leftovers? Claus: What's that? Felix: You've never had leftovers??? Claus: No, because I'm not a quitter.
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Melody: *Gets down on one knee* Margret: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. Melody: *Falls over* Margret: The poison is kicking in.
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Andy, going over Peter's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative. Peter: Yes Andy: Okay... may I know what you create? Peter: Problems
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Claus: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Peter: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak
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Melody: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Andy: Andy: Melody, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Melody: *Sips coffee from bowl*
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Felix: Someone will die. Margret: Of fun!
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Felix, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! Andy: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.
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Felix: Peter... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Peter: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Felix: Felix: I wrote sanitize, Peter.
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*Felix and Claus skipping stones on lake* Felix: It’s such a beautiful evening. Claus, whispering: Take that you fucking lake
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Melody: *Stubs their toe* FUCK! Andy: Mind your language! Melody: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”??? Andy: Melody: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.
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Melody: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor. Felix: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.
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Felix: What the fuck is wrong with you?! Margret: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'. Felix: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!
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Peter, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day! Margret: I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar, Margret: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?! Peter, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS Margret: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?! Margret: YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND Peter, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ
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Andy, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know! Margret: How? Andy: How what? Margret: How could they be worse? Andy: They couldn’t, I lied. Margret:
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Felix: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Andy: Oh, I’m always running Andy: The question is from what
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Melody: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Andy: You need to stop.
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Melody: I'm incredibly fast at math. Peter: Alright, what's 30x17? Melody: 47 Peter: That's not even close. Melody: But it was fast.
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Peter: Here's some advice Claus: I didn't ask for any Peter: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me
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Andy: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Peter: Three words. Andy:
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Andy: What are your goals? Margret: To pet all the dogs. Andy: No, fitness goals. Margret: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.
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Felix: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent? Claus: Go the fuck to sleep Felix: What gif I don't want to? Claus: Fuck You
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Melody: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Claus: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Melody: No! Four to five seconds! Claus: Too late!!!
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Claus: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment! Margret: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!
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Claus: I actually have a black belt. Andy: In what, karate? Claus: No, from Gucci.
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Claus: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It? Felix: Stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!!!! Claus: Yknow what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration.
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Melody: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Felix: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Melody, desperately, as Felix bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Felix: Oh! B positive. Melody: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Felix:
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Andy: Peter and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Peter: Sentences. Andy: Don't interrupt me.
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Margret: So are we flirting right now? Andy: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU Margret: That doesn’t answer my question
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Margret: Hey Claus can I get a sip of your water? Claus: It's not water. Margret: Vodka, I like your style! Claus: It's vinegar. Margret: Wh-Wha- Claus: It's vinegar, COWARD.
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Melody: What is your biggest weakness? Claus: I can be uncooperative. Melody: Okay, can you give me an example? Claus: No.
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Peter, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Andy, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
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Peter: Where are you going? Felix: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there
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Melody: You kill people for money?! Felix: I can explain! Melody: And all this time I’ve been doing it for free like a chump!
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Melody: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Margret: How can you still say that? Melody: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.
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Melody: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Andy: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.
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Claus: Can you keep a secret? Peter: Do you know anything about my life? Claus: No I do not. Good point.
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Claus: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword. Andy: That's why I carry two swords.
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Claus: I made tea. Margret: I don’t want tea. Claus: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea. Margret: Then why are you telling me? Claus: It is a conversation starter. Margret: That’s a lousy conversation starter. Claus: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.
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Peter: So what’s for dinner? Melody, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.
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Felix: So that’s my plan. Melody: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean. Felix: No, go ahead, I want to hear it. Melody: It fucking sucks. Felix: That’s not constructive criticism.
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1tsnoya · 4 years
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HI love can you do a HC where the reader is in like a 'team slumber party" w the whole Karasuno vbc bc hONESTLY my heart is so soft for that idea like they're all jus vibing 😭😭 love my babies so much
IMPORTANT | a/n: i believe that i’m shadowbanned so my message history disappeared and my posts will probs slack for a bit >:( pls don’t mind </3 super sorry babes ! hopefully it gets resolved soon
✧・゚karasuno sleepover✧・゚ headcanons
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧・゚: *✧・゚:* :・゚✧*:・゚✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
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↳ it was like 2 in the morning and the gc with the volleyball club was blowing up
↳ everyone was awake and it was just CHAOS
↳ so it made you wonder — wtf would a giant sleepover with us all be like
↳ so u asked just that in the gc
↳ the responses were...
tsuki: no way
yams: cmon it’d be so much fun!!
kageyama: sure
hinata: LETS DO IT
noya: FUCK IT UPPP
tanaka: YUH GET INTO IT
daichi: sounds interesting
tsuki: fine
suga: i’m down!
asahi: me too!
yachi: i’m scared
kiyoko: it’ll be fine yachi
↳ so it was scheduled for friday night at 6pm
↳ and when everyone got there WOW it was so loud there was so much going on
↳ everyone finally calmed down when pizza was ordered hksksjhs
↳ a debate about pineapple on pizza went down
↳ HUGE SUPER MARIO PARTY GAME HOLY SHIT
↳ there were 12 of you (including yourself) and max was 8 players so kiyoko, yachi, asahi, and tanaka sat out
↳ tanaka was yelling at noya and hyping him up though and so was asahi at suga
↳ hinata picked diddy, kageyama picked the goomba, tsuki picked bowser jr, yamaguchi picked shy guy, suga picked yoshi, daichi picked donkey kong HSHSJJSH, and noya picked wario obvi
↳ so. much. SCREAMING
↳ tanaka: “NOYA OHMY- dont fuck this up you need to roll 4- LETS GO BABY LETS GET A-”
↳ he rolled a 4 pure luck and him and tanaka started running around screaming “LETS GOOOOO”
↳ tsuki: “you have 0 stars”
↳ noya: “wtf i’m still gonna win-”
↳ daichi was clueless at first but then really started getting into it
↳ suga was hyping everyone up but was super determined to win
↳ kageyama had the WORST luck. he could have sworn that the game was against him
↳ hinata made fun of him HAA
↳ SUPER CLOSE GAME BETWEEN SUGA AND TSUKISHIMA
↳ tsuki won are u fr?
↳ after another round, tanaka and noya suggested spin the bottle
↳ sigh
↳ they obviously were hoping to kiss kiyoko
↳ she played ONE round. ONE
↳ landed on yachi ofc<3
↳ SO MUCH YELLING WHEN IT WAS JUST A QUICK AND SMALL PECK BETWEEN THEM
↳ yachi was so nervous it was hilarious
↳ OH AND THEN IT LANDED ON TSUKISHIMA AND YAMAGUCHI
↳ tsuki did it like it was NOTHING
↳ cue the screaming. again
↳ after a few more turns, it started getting late so asahi took some uno cards out of his bag
↳ everybody changed into their jammies and sat in a circle
↳ hinata was wearing some old tee from grammar school as his pj shirt and the first and second years FLAMED him
↳ anyways. uno game. right
↳ tell me why daichi got the worst cards every turn
↳ hinata was peeking at other people’s cards
↳ kageyama was pissed off by how many cards he kept having to pick up
↳ so. many. plus 4 cards. from suga
↳ but ohohoh he got some karma
↳ yamaguchi placed down a +4 to give to yachi (he picked it up and was s o s o r r y) then she placed another one down to give to hinata, THEN HE PLACED ANOTHER +4 AND LASTLY TANAKA ADDED 4 AND GAVE IT TO SUGA
↳ 16 fucking cards- he was scared
↳ yamaguchi won <3
↳ and then asahi whipped out another game
↳ family feud....
↳ you can already tell how bad this is gonna get
↳ team #1 consisted of: hinata, kageyama, daichi, yachi, nishinoya
↳ team #2: tsukishima, asahi, suga, kiyoko, tanaka
↳ yamaguchi wanted to be the steve harvey of the night so you helped him keep track of points
↳ in the gc, asahi texted a msg for someone to bring a button
↳ tanaka brought a “nut” one 💀
↳ you placed it in the middle of the table. boom. what could go wrong?
↳ round one began...
↳ tanaka vs daichi
↳ yams: “name something you find sand in after a day at the beach”
↳ the fucking button SLAMMED AGAINST THAT TABLE AND SOUNDED LIKE IT WAS GOING TO BREAK
↳ tanaka: “MY ASS-”
↳ the GIGGLING THAT ESCAPED EVERYONE’S MOUTHS-
↳ daichi was just “:O um. my turn-or?”
↳ noya: did he get the point?
↳ kageyama: he is on the OTHER TEAM
↳ hinata: i guess but it was a good answer..
↳ i’m pretty sure you can already guess what team won
↳ a few more rounds were played and it was like midnight so you put a movie on
↳ tanaka noya and hinata sat in the front, laughing at every single thing going on
↳ kageyama: “hinata if u don’t shut ur FUCKING MOUTH”
↳ yamaguchi: “can you raise the volume?”
↳ tsukishima: “no they just need to shut the fuck up before i go over there and-”
↳ a pillow was thrown...
↳ shit went down..
↳ asahi: “come on guys let’s just watch the movie”
↳ daichi threw a pillow at him
↳ cue the surprised pikachu face @ daichi
↳ yachi was sCared
↳ so her, kiyoko, and you snuck off to the bathroom while chaos erupted between the boys
↳ kiyoko: “okay when they all fall asleep, i want to mess with them”
↳ yachi: “are you sure that they won’t kill us-?”
↳ OHOHOHO a plan was devised
↳ you three waited until the screaming died down a bit and then walked out
↳ feathers everywhere, uno cards all over the floor, and the nut button was smashed...
↳ wtf happened you left to the bathroom for like 6 minutes-
↳ “ummm...”
↳ “so...”
↳ “bed..time?”
↳ it was 1:30 in the morning and i’m sure you can already tell who was wide awake
↳ daichi, kageyama, asahi, yamaguchi, and tsukishima were trying to get ready to sleep
↳ you and the girls were trying to stay awake for your little plan
↳ hinata, noya, tanaka, and suga were just... wired
↳ yeah did suga surprise u? nope not me. that boy is chaotic at sleepovers don’t @ me
↳ they set up a smash game (while the others were sleeping) so tsuki woke back up to beat everyones ass-
↳ it started getting loud until daichi got up like - “shut✨the fuck✨up✨”
↳ so everyone quieted down HSJSHS
↳ you joined in on the game and teams were formed
↳ you and tsuki vs hinata, noya, and suga
↳ tsuki: “just pls don’t fuck this up-”
↳ you and him won😫obvi
↳ at the end when it was only tsuki and suga, he kept RUNNING AWAY FROM HIM
↳ suga was just — :p u cant catch me
↳ and when he did.. yikes..
↳ everyone eventually fell asleep
↳ except you, kiyoko, and yachi
↳ kageyama grumbles in his sleep, daichi sleeps like a serial killer, suga was just-he looked like an angel, asahi was lowkey breathing loud, noya and tanaka were SPOONING, hinata kicks in his sleep, tsuki sleeps with his headphones in?? and yamaguchi turns around every second
↳ it was time for the plan nehehehe
↳ kiyoko put makeup on kageyama, tanaka, and asahi
↳ yachi started doodling on daichi’s, noya’s, and yamaguchi’s faces
↳ you put an alarm set to go off in the morning and blast ‘deepthroat’ by cupcakke on tsuki’s phone ***yes he still had his headphones in
↳ and you all put some creepy clown doll right next to hinata’s face so that it could be the first thing he wakes up to
↳ next thing you know it’s 7AM and all you hear is “hUMPME FUCK ME-”
↳ tsuki was the first one awake and was already grumpy
↳ he thought that it was noya and tanaka’s idea to mess with him so he like shoved them awake
↳ “cupcakke? really?” and then he stopped to look at their faces
↳ yachi drew some fucked up shit on noya’s face and tanaka was wearing red lipstick with pink eyeshadow
↳ “it’s too early for this...” HE LEFT TO THE BATHROOM LMFAO
↳ oh god and then everyone woke up
↳ you and the girls were fake sleeping and listening to it all go down
↳ breakfast was.. interesting
↳ hinata was traumatized from that clown incident (he scream sounded like it came from his little sister) the boys were trying to rub off their makeup and it was smudged all over their faces, and the other boys were just ... trying to ignore the drawings on them
↳ ofc yachi drew a mustache on daichi
↳ oh and noya was trying to play the drawings off as tattoos😔
↳ you don’t even wanna know about breakfast-
↳ everyone agreed on pancakes and well...
↳ batter was everywhere and the smoke detector went off
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ironmosquito · 3 years
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🗡Black Swordsman, Guts🗡
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So, I finished Berserk: Golden Age over the weekend. After getting over the initial shock of the end(if u know, u know) I remembered, "oh shit! I bought a new sketchbook and want to get back into doing traditional art!"
And so, the Guts portrait was born. This was actually super fun to draw, all the textures, especially on the Dragon Slayer sword, were really calming do draw. Had to bust out the ruler a few times but I still had a blast! Hope y'all like this.
I'd also like to reccomend Berserk! Fair warning, don't watch it if you can't handle excessive gore/sexual abuse because it's pretty rampant. Fr though, it's amazing and the connection I felt with the characters was something else.
Also, my hand is now black with graphite. Forgot that was a thing😭
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wqxianvents · 2 years
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i wanna write some the stranded x reader now
jack would be that soft chaotic b, he just wants to be newr you so he clings alot but not to the point its overbearing, maybe likes to knit whilst listening to soft tunes or dancing randomly with you in the rain, down at the beach, thru a forest, in the moonlight. he is a romantic /srs. HED PROLLY WRITE U SOEMTHI
krit would be hella goofy fr, prolly taking off his glasses and putting them on your face incorrectly, sticking his tongue out to the side like hes working on a masterpiece. he’ll bug you sm but also be hella quiet abt it like poke poke with a pout lmao just give him attention :(
nat and gun would take you out alot just to spoil you even if you want to spoil them, i can imagine theyd take you to places that have games and shit to either beat you at them and boast abt it 24/7 then bring it up at moments that had NOTHING to do with it or you beat them and they start balling on for you to but snacks and shit to make them stfu
if you get with ice and hes more calmer you both would probably sit on the beach or near a lake, him leaning into you whilst you rub his chest soothingly whilst your other hand tightly but comfortably gripping his, smiles plastered on both of your faces
arisa would probably be done with your shit no matter if you go from the radar of chaotic to quiet, she’ll be done with you somehow. both of you just relax and the most random places, blasting out music while either one of you stare at eachother singing their hearts out with the gaze of “omg youre annoying (affectionate)”
you would always somehow either have your arms wrapped around may or the other way around, whenever shed past you shed just have some form of contact with a soft smile. if you play the bass or guitar you would softly hum whilst playing the instrument as she gained confidence to sing with you. this would mostly happen at night on a rooftop infront of the stars
omg whether or not you wear makeup ying is putting some on you, maybe dressup in stupid outfits or cosplay as themes just to hangout, making you drink random “in toxins”. girl is pretty strong i can see her picking you up (no matter what ur body is like) and yeeting you both into a pool, giggling crazy. plus if you also play an instrument shed wanna learn
you and joey just adventure to random places, patting and feedings cats as he tries to stop you from wanting to adopt the poor animals. i can see him bringing you to a karaoke bar or any place that can just have the two of you enjoying yourselfs peacefully, not a movie theater though. i could see him as a photogenic guy so hed prolly take aesthetic pictures of you to eating, brushing your teeth to walking in the could outside or standing in the rain
kraam would teach you spearfishing obviously, if you dont know how to swim thats another thing hed teach you. maybe bring you handmade shell jewelry and drawings he made whilst out. hes also the spoiling type just wanting you see you enjoying yourself, probably also clingy from afar lmao please invite him out to places he just wants to hang 24/7
i think they all have a music type of feeling so thats why there sre most music themes LMAO, i picked all my favorite characters in the show :] theyre all cute
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eldritch-essor · 3 years
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the Christmas Switch
Prompt: Satan gets Christmas letters from kids who misspell Santa’s name. 
It’s one strange day in Hell indeed when someone dares to interrupt Satan’s afternoon nap. 
“Ex-Excuse me, Sir—” Satan cracks a single eye open, studying the postman in front of him who’s somehow managing to simultaneously sweat like a broken water fountain and tremble at the near frequency of an electric toothbrush. Rather understandable, the Devil thinks, considering that the poor man’s standing in Hell, directly within blasting range of the ruler of said land. 
“Yes?”
The postman jumps at his voice, lower than usual from his recent nap and twice as menacing, though Lucifer would probably just dump a cup of water onto him. Trembling even harder, he involuntarily retreats a few steps away. Not like it would help him in any way. 
Satan sighs, rubbing at his temples with a clawed hand to ward off the incoming migraine that’s sure to set in sooner or later. 
“What brings you to my domain?” he asks slowly and clearly, making sure not to move too quickly lest the postman gets a heart attack. 
“I— There’s a— no, I mean—” the man starts, stumbling over his words as he frantically roots through his satchel, spilling several letters in the process. Satan raises a single eyebrow as he watches. The postman finally manages to produce a neatly stacked set of envelopes of varying sizes and colours, and Satan vaguely muses at how miraculous it is that he hasn’t dropped any of the letters into the pond of lava right next to him yet. Clearing his throat, the postman starts again, proffering the stack towards Satan with a hand that’s trembling so hard he’s actually amazed the man hasn’t managed to shake the words right off the paper itself. “I mean to say, you have— your post, S-Sir.”
Satan nearly chokes on his drink. 
Letters? He wonders, internally backtracking. And for me, of all people? It’s only when the postman replies that he realises he said it out loud.
“Yes, Mr. Sa— I mean, sir.” The postman tentatively takes a step forward, eyes honed onto the Devil for any sign of movement that would presumably send him running like the wind. After detecting no threat — or at least, as minimal of a threat as one such as Satan could pose — he quickly lays the letters down at Satan’s feet, holding out a clipboard and pen towards Satan gingerly. “N-now, would you please sign here to declare that y-you’ve received your mail?”
The second Satan manages to scrawl what should resemble a signature onto the space indicated — it’s not as if he’s ever needed to write, that’s Lucifer’s job as the accountant — the postman snatches everything back and disappears in literal seconds. Satan watches the man’s rapidly receding back and contemplates how he made his way into Hell in the first place.
After he’s certain the postman’s long gone, Satan picks up the stack of letters thoughtfully wrapped in a length of twine string. “Letters for me, huh.” he mutters as he picks apart the knot, dumping the five envelopes onto his lap.
For lack of a better term, they were all covered with the brightest colours that a crayon could conjure. And they were all labeled in the shaky handwriting of children who have just mastered how to write their first letters. 
tO sAtAn, the envelopes proudly declared, in various colors. Unable to hold back his curiosity, the Devil slit open one of the envelopes with a pitch-black fingernail and glanced at the letter within.
dEar saTan, the letter starts. mY name iS EmiLY, aNd i am 6 YERs Od. (It took a few moments to adjust his eyes to the assorted sizes of the letters. ivv bEN a GOOd GIRL THis YER, aN i wOULd ReeLy LUvE a pupy fR CRissmass! pRETTY pLEasE?  YOU COULd COmE OvER aNd pLay wiTH HER, two!   Satan finds his lips cracking into a smile as he decides the brown coloured blob on the bottom of the page is most probably a drawing of a dog. 
Picking up the other letters, he opens them more eagerly, devouring the content within like a man who’s been deprived of water for a long time. Except, he doesn't exactly need water to survive (demon and all) but that’s beside the point. Timmy would like an action figurine (whatever that was), Ann wanted a new teddy, and the other two letters were written in penmanship that the Devil simply couldn’t decipher, even when he took out his reading glasses and squinted at the crayon scribbles so intensely the letter nearly went up in flames. 
And no, the Devil certainly did not accidentally singe a hole into one of the letters in the process. 
“LUCIFER! I DEMAND YOU READ THIS FOR ME, THIS INSTANT.” 
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Out of everything he’s put up with over the past few centuries — not that Santa would ever admit that he was ancient — getting ambushed by a cloud of ash and sulphur was definitely a first. And that was saying something, considering how often he’s been tripped up by a devious string of bells wrapped around the kitchen in a childish attempt to catch him out during the job. And just don’t mention the cookies and milk. Santa didn’t know who started the ridiculous notion that he’d like twenty million cups of milk and double the amount of chocolate cookies during one night, considering how they’d forgotten one crucial fact: he was lactose intolerant. Also, who in the world in their right minds would think one man would be able to stomach enough cookies to sustain a small army in one night? Ridiculous.
Well, there was a reason why Santa didn’t sneak into houses via the chimney anymore. Not that Satan seemed to care, that is.
Santa blinks. Wiping the soot off his glasses to the best of his ability, he squinted hard at the figure in front of him, internally wincing at the scolding Mrs. Claus would definitely give him for getting his suit dirty again. That was Satan, all right, with an innocent ‘deer in the headlights’ look that had no business being on his face. 
“What are you doing here, Satan?” he asks, furiously wiping his glasses, as if he’ll be able to banish the sight of the Devil in a crude mimicry of his own outfit. Satan shrugged nonchalantly, with a grin so big Santa half expects to be eaten whole. It certainly looked… ominous. The barely disguised, unadulterated glee behind was even more so.
“I’ve been asked to deliver some Christmas presents!” he chirps, and Santa swears, if Satan’s smile was creepy, Satan chirping was horribly terrifying. Had he managed to overthrow God or something? He should just— wait. 
What?
“Little Emily has specifically requested for me, so you can just move along,” Satan says smoothly, leading Santa to the door. 
Santa finds himself standing next to his reindeer — who are coincidentally having a staring match with Cerberus and Hades, who are somehow perched on the roof — when he finally processes what’s going on — oh no. 
Immediately, he runs back into the house, making sure not to wake up the inhabitants of the house when he proceeds to have a whispering match with the Devil.
“Look, Satan,” he starts, trying his best to be reasonable. “You don’t have to strain yourself like this. I’m sure I can manage to cover the five kids who’ve accidentally written your name on their letter on my rounds. How about you just head back to Hell and, I don’t know, take a dip in one of your lava pools?” He was interrupted by a barely suppressed growl and oh, that was why people don’t usually like Satan; he mused as he was confronted by a rapidly reddening face and glaring red eyes. 
“She wrote to me, Santa.” Satan hisses, waving a piece of paper that’s somehow singed in a corner and covered with crayon but the word ‘sAtAN’ is vaguely distinguishable in the top left corner. “Me.” Satan puffed his chest out in childish triumph. “Not you.”
Santa sighs, pinching his nose with a still soot-covered hand. Of course, this would happen.
“This happens every year, alright?” he says in an attempt to pacify the beast. “Some kid misspells my name, and the post office is usually smart enough to redirect it my way. One of them must have slipped up this year, and that’s why this happened.” 
This, however, seems to be the wrong thing to say, as steam metaphorically — or is it literally? — starts pouring out of the Devil’s pointed ears.
Santa quickly decides that he’s not paid enough to deal with Satan on top of delivering presents to another couple million houses before dawn — and that’s already five minutes he could’ve used to get that done wasted — and so he just roughly jerks the basket out of Satan’s hand before ruffling through his sack — a little girl would probably love a doll or something — when sharp needle like teeth latch onto the hand that was holding the basket.
Satan watches calmly as Santa frantically pries the teeth of the small creature off his finger.
“Down, pup.” he says once he’s decided Santa has had enough punishment — the insolent brat — and the creature obediently lets go, diving back into the basket before Santa can see what it is.
“It’s just a puppy,” Satan says soothingly. “Nothing wrong with that, right?”
“I suppose.” Santa concedes as he bandages his bleeding finger. “Now, no giving them anything inappropriate, alright? Or I’ll make sure never to let a single letter reach you again, no matter how many typos there are. Deal?”
Santa’s never seen the Devil grin so widely before. And so, he reluctantly allows Satan to leave his present at the Christmas tree. He supervises as Satan carefully leaves wrapped presents that look somewhat safe — a plastic sword, a teddy bear, a few figurines — under others. 
At last, all the houses have been visited and dawn is peeking across the horizon. Santa lays sprawled across a particularly overgrown roof as he watches the sunrise with his reindeer — and never in a million years would he ever imagine — Satan, Hades and Cerberus, who’s still staring at Rudolf, growling.
“This was a good year,” he says, satisfied with his work. After all, he managed to deliver all the presents, and on top of that, Satan didn’t burn anything down! It was an accomplishment in itself. “Next year, if you want, I’ll teach you how to make gifts, so you don’t have to buy them from stores.”
“Buy gifts?” Satan looks at him quizzically. “Why would I have to do that? I’ve practically got everything they could ask for stowed away somewhere in Hell. A sword was just plain easy. I did have to bribe Hephaestus to make some of the figurines, but it’s pure luck that Cerberus’ kit had pups this year.”
Santa feels a sinking sensation in his stomach as he processes this. 
“You did WHAT?!”
-vrei.essor
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wftc141 · 3 years
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Voltron: Global Military Intelligence and Counter-Terrorism Unit-Chapter 13: The Crusade
                                                TWO MONTHS LATER
26/04/2018
1723 Hours
Colombia
The clouds cast over the partially empty dirt road, surrounded by the greenery of the countryside. The winds brushed off the fields and the trees outside a village a few kilometers nearby. Perfect place to be isolated from the crowds and perfect to slip by unnoticed. A second Voltron team, dubbed ‘Tigers’ have been deployed in Colombia to intercept a group of terrorists reported to have gotten hold of an unknown cargo, possibly a chemical weapon, from Europe. Coran and his analysts, Gold and Colbert, have been overseeing the mission through a drone watching the team down below amongst the clouds.
The team has been split on different sides of the road, blending in with the greenery among the hillside. Team leader Lieutenant Damon Halliday, former SAS, had been keeping watch on the road waiting for the convoy to arrive. He had his rifle ready, mounted on the grassy hill with two of his other teammates, Montgomery and Yeon. The last two of the five Tigers, Garceau and Okusanya, guarded the other side with Garceau being an experienced sniper for the team. 
“Got visual on the convoy.” Montgomery said.
Halliday took out his binoculars to check and noticed a faint sight of several vehicles from a distance with a truck towing a cargo container as well.
“I see it. Two vehicles and one truck.” Halliday acknowledged.
“Should we call it in?” Montgomery asked.
Halliday nodded and reached for his comms to report. “White Tiger to Zero, we have eyes on the convoy. Ready to strike, over.” 
“Copy, White Tiger. You are clear to engage, over.” Coran responded.
“Copy, Zero. Out.” 
Halliday then looked back at the convoy which was now closing in on their position and readied his rifle. 
“All Tigers engage!” 
The team opened fire on the convoy, hitting the vehicle tires and taking out the drivers. The convoy stopped as the terrorists got out to fire back. Montgomery and Yeon took out some of the terrorists on one side of the convoy while Garceau’s marksmanship picked off the remaining as well as Okusanya’s swift mowdown with his LMG. Shortly, the gunfire ceased and all of the terrorists were on the ground motionless.
“Clear!” Halliday said.
“Clear!” Garceau replied.
“White Tiger to Zero, hostiles are neutralized and the convoy is clear, over.”
“Copy,” Coran said. “Investigate the cargo. We need to identify its contents before deciding on our next move, over.”
Halliday then got his team to approach the convoy stranded in the middle of nowhere, weapons raised in case of anything happening. The team checked the bodies to make sure they’re dead before checking the truck. 
“Montgomery, Okusanya, check the truck.” Halliday ordered.
“Roger.”
The two approached the truck with heightened caution. Montgomery opened the door and dragged the body out to check inside the cockpit. Okusanya approached the rear door and felt for any way to open it. The rest of the team kept their distance while guarding the convoy. Halliday heard the doors open and turned towards the truck where Montgomery and Okusanya were as they stepped into the truck.
“Boss?” Montgomery called shortly. “We got ourselves something worse than just chemicals.”
“What is it?” Halliday asked.
“Uh,” Okusanya replied. “A bunch of mercury and sulfur, lots of toxic shit mixed into the barrels!”
“White Tiger to Zero, we got ourselves some sort of toxic substances, possibly a chemical bomb. Awaiting orders, over.”
A brief pause after Halliday relayed the report. 
“Copy, White Tiger,” Coran replied. “Retrieve a sample and exfil, over.” “Roger. Out.”
Halliday was about to get an order ready before he was suddenly rocked back by a sudden explosion. Shielding himself from the blast, Halliday stumbled away from the truck as the deafening ring echoed in his head. Once he looked back, Halliday noticed the truck engulfed in flames and slowly coated in black ash. He then realized something. “Montgomery, Okusanya! Come in, over!” Halliday shouted through his comms.
There was nothing from the other end. Halliday had no reason to deny that both Montgomery and Okusanya are dead, consumed by the explosion while they were inside the truck. His breathing continued to pace as he looked around, finding both Garceau and Yeon still intact. Halliday quickly rushed over to the two.
“You okay?” He said.
“We’re okay, sir!” Yeon replied.
“I’m good,” Garceau let out a cough. “Putain d’enfer. What happened to Montgomery and Okusanya?”
“They’re dead. They were inside the truck.” Halliday said.
“Merde! What now?”
“White Tiger to Zero, Red Tiger and Grey Tiger are KIA and the cargo is destroyed! Repeat, Red and Grey Tiger are KIA and the cargo is destroyed! We need an evac, over!”
“Negative, White Tiger,” Coran said. “Can’t send in an evac now but we’re noticing toxic substances from the truck heading your way. Get the hell away from it now, over.” Coran said.
Halliday looked over to the truck and noticed a mix of yellow and green clouds emerging from the burning truck. 
“Bollocks!” He cursed before standing up. “Tigers! Get clear from the truck, now!” 
The team wasted no time to get away from the convoy, forced to leave both Montgomery and Okusanya behind, though there was no way to recover what was left of them. Once they got to a safer distance, Halliday was about to reach for his comms.
“Hey, bossman,” Garceau said, grabbing Halliday’s attention. “I think we got company.”
Halliday looked at where Garceau was staring at and noticed a group of cars driving towards their position.
“The hell?” Halliday muttered as the vehicles closed in.
Suddenly, gunshots began to zip towards them. The team ducked down and tried to use the vehicles as cover. Halliday braced as gunshots hit the vehicles behind him.
“White Tiger to Zero, we’re under heavy fire from unknown hostiles! We need that bloody evac right now!” 
He peeked through the corner and noticed several gunmen coming out of their cars.
He couldn’t count the exact amount but there were a lot of gunmen with military-grade body armor over their clothes. Halliday managed to shoot some of them down but more took their places. He noticed his comms didn’t reach out to base and the response was nothing but static. He could hear anything from them. His team were struggling against the gunmen. Halliday noticed the gas slowly emerging further towards them. There was no other choice but to run into the forest.
“All Tigers retreat!” He shouted as he made a break for the forest.
The team ran towards the forest. Halliday looked behind his shoulder and noticed Yeon tripping over and falling onto the ground. Some of the gunmen reached Yeon and fired their rifles at him. Halliday looked away, knowing Yeon sealed his fate. Now it was just him and Garceau. The two stopped by some trees and took cover behind them.
“Where the fuck’s Yeon?!” Garceau shouted.
“Bastards got him!” Halliday replied.
He heard Garceau curse in French before hearing shouts from afar. Halliday noticed more gunmen chasing after them and opened fire. He managed to take out a few before running empty. As Halliday switched to his pistol, he looked at Garceau about to open fire with his rifle, only to get shot in the shoulder and fall over into a pit behind him. 
“Garceau!” Halliday shouted.
Out of newfound determination, Halliday got out of cover and fired across the forest to draw out as many gunmen as he could. He couldn’t see them through the canopies and the bushes shrouded among the trees. Suddenly, a bullet hit his leg and his arm. Halliday let out a shout before falling over onto the dirt, landing on some tree roots. He couldn’t feel his right hand as he struggled to reach for his gun while holding the wound to keep it from bleeding further.
Footsteps rustled and closed in. The rest of the gunmen arrived, approaching him with their weapons aimed at him. Some approached the pit Garceau fell into. Halliday noticed one of them bore a ski mask with sunglasses under his helmet, as well as more kitted out gear than the others. Halliday could assume this was the team leader. 
“¿Qué hacemos con a él, señor?” One of the gunmen asked the leader.
The leader glared at Halliday before turning to his men. “Llévalo a él con nosotros.”
“Sí, señor. ¡Agarrarlo! ¡Vamos!”
The gunmen approached Halliday and grabbed his arms, lifting him up to drag him away.
“Get your bloody hands off me, you bastards!” He cursed as he struggled to wrestle free.
Halliday continued to struggle and kick away fruitlessly while the gunmen held on without breaking a sweat. Suddenly, he heard Garceau shout from the pit before shots were fired. Halliday then noticed one of the gunmen rip off a tracking device from his vest before glancing at him. His comms are already screwed and his team is dead. Halliday has no idea who these people are but they are definitely involved with the terrorists. His impulse rocketed and he continued to rock aggressively as he shouted curses at his attackers. Suddenly, everything went black, not before he noticed a gunman thrust a rifle butt at him.
Coran, Gold and Colbert stared in silence, jaws open. They watched the whole ordeal unwind from their surveillance room in the hideout until they lost sight of Tiger and their leader Halliday. All of this started to go sideways when the truck exploded suddenly and then an unexpected group of hostiles arrived. 
“Bloody hell. What just happened?” Gold asked.
“A lot just happened, son,” Coran said. “We just lost contact with Tiger.”
“And the comms couldn’t reach out to them for some reason. It was working fine a while ago! Something must’ve jammed the signal.” 
“We’ll get to the bottom of this. We need to get Lion recalled.”
“Are you sure, sir?” Colbert asked. “They just took care of the Galra issue a few months back and they’re still off-duty.”
“I’m positive, Colbert. This isn’t just some simple issue. We just lost an important team from NATO and a man I call my friend to a group of unknowns. They’ll understand soon enough. Recall them.” 
Colbert knew it wasn’t her position to debate. She simply nodded and turned towards her computer.
“Yes, sir. We’ll send out the recall.”
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27/04/2018
0647 Hours
Macon, USA
A white Ford Escape slowly drove by the side a few blocks away from a suburban house situated outside of Macon. The sun was still rising and the people inside were up and running. Once the SUV stopped, the doors opened and two people got out, both a man and a woman. Both of them wore jackets under their shirts and jeans with gloves. They walked up to the house down the path near the forest, adjusting their sleeves as they focused on the house. 
Once they reached the front door, Hunter 1 simply glanced at the camera from the left corner. These weren’t their average American neighbors. They were agents working under extremists, hiding in the US with plans in motion. The camera itself was way too advanced for a normal neighbor. 
 “Who is it?” A voice asked from the other side, with a good American accent.
“Девять-четыре-восемь-балалайка.” Hunter 2 replied.
The two waited for the response. They already acquired their password earlier on which could fool the agents that they are on their side. As soon as the door unlocked, the two pulled out their suppressed MP7s with Hunter 1 opening fire on the door. Entering the house, Hunter 1 walked over the body and stormed into the surveillance room to his left where he took out the agents trying to reach for their guns. None of them prepared for a surprise like this.
As Hunter 2 continued her sweep on the ground floor, Hunter 1 moved upstairs and heard footsteps from above and in a room and the sound of a window opening.  He knew they were trying to make a run for it. But they weren’t the only ones.
“Hunter 3, you got rabbits coming out of the house from the back.” He said.
Hunter 1 reached the upper floor to check the rooms which most of them were empty. He then heard some faint muffled shots from outside.
“Hunter 1, this is Hunter 3. Rabbits are down.” Hunter 3 replied from the comms.
After searching the entire house, Hunter 2 began gathering the intel from the servers in one of the rooms while Hunter 1 found a fuel canister and started pouring gasoline all across the house, over the bodies and everything else to cover their tracks before ending the trail by the front door. Once Hunter 2 left the house with the intel in tow, Hunter 1 lit a match and tossed it onto the trail. Flames lit up and spread towards the trail like wildfire and by the time it reached the end, the house was burning, smoke levitating to the sky. Shortly, the two met up with Hunter 3, an African-American male, carrying his sniper rifle and bag with the ghillie suit used for the operation.
 “All good?” Hunter 3 asked.
“Hell yeah, brother.”  Hunter 1 answered.
“Russia’s gonna owe us for this one.” Hunter 2 said.
“They should,” Hunter 1 briskly concealed his weapon as he approached the SUV. “We just took out their corrupt FSB team since they don’t want to kill their own.” 
“They would let us do this anyway since they’re in our country.” Hunter 3 said.
“We would’ve done the same thing if we had corrupt agents.”
“Would we?” Hunter 2 asked.
“Maybe.”
Once the team got into their SUV, they drove off and away from the burning house, leaving the rest to the police.
“Hunter 1, hostiles are neutralized and we have secured the intel, over.” Hunter 1 reported through his comms.
“Confirmed,” His supervisor replied. “Be advised, you are now given a new assignment. There will be a plane set for Colombia where you will work with Voltron. We have a situation that is urgent.”
Hunter 1 suddenly froze after hearing the name. He wanted to say no but that would be against his supervisor’s wishes. Hunter 1 scowled and eventually nodded.
“Copy, Hunter 1 out.” He grudgingly said.
Once he got off the comms, he slammed the steering wheel of the car, puzzling his teammates who looked at him confused. 
“Fuck!” Hunter 1 swore.
“Matt?” Hunter 2 asked.
Hunter 1 panted as he glared out at the windscreen facing the freeway. Both Hunter 2 and 3 exchanged glances, waiting for his response.
“The last thing I wanted was to see them again.” Matt growled.
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27/04/2018
0745 Hours
Hawaii
Shiro let out a yelp as he jolted upright from a nightmare. As cold sweat ran down his body, his breathing rate was accelerated with his heart racing from the sudden experience from the nightmare. Shiro looked around frantically, finding himself in the bed he was in last night. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Although he noticed apart from the many nightmares he had for his entire life, this one saw him die.
“You alright?”
Shiro turned to his side and noticed his bedside was empty and saw Allura approaching him fully dressed. She must’ve heard him shout from his nightmare. Shiro gave himself a breather to calm himself down.
“Yeah,” he replied. “Just a bad dream, that’s all.”
“What was it this time?” Allura asked.
Shiro then saw a vision of someone familiar standing by his side. He swore he remembered that vision but he just couldn’t make it out.
“Shiro?”
The face was clearer and he realized he was the man from his nightmare.
“It was Adam…”
Allura’s mouth gaped wide as she stared in disbelief, knowing she herself knew Adam before. Shiro couldn’t believe his eyes either. He had never seen Adam in his dreams ever since Lahore.
“How did it-”
“Same as always,” Shiro quickly answered. “I wasn’t able to save him from that explosion.”
Adam was Shiro’s first. They both developed a bond that turned into love during Shiro’s time with the SEAL Team Six. Adam was a CIA agent who was killed in Camp Chapman in 2009. Shiro recalled trying to save him before the explosion consumed him right before his eyes. He had blamed himself ever since then and carried that guilt for his entire life.
“It wasn’t your fault, Shiro.” Allura said.
Shiro doesn’t reply. Suddenly, he heard his phone buzz from his nightstand and he reached over to see the message. As soon as he saw the message, Shiro immediately got out of bed and got dressed with Allura waiting for him. Voltron was calling them back in and surprisingly, it was earlier than usual.
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27/04/2018
1146 Hours
Somewhere in Texas, USA
“700 meters moving down the rock side,” Lance reported using his spotter scope. “Got eyes on him?”
“Yeah, Got that son of a bitch.” Keith replied, focusing his sniper scope on the field as he laid on the hill frontside. 
The scope caught sight of a mountain lion sneaking it’s way to a herd of sheeps in the farm’s field. Calculating the distance and controlling his breathing, Keith pulled the trigger. The bullet looked to be heading straight for the mountain lion but it hit the ground below it, scaring it away. The two watch the mountain lion scurry away down the hill.
“Fuck! It’s gone.” Keith cursed, slamming his hand on the mat.
“Well, the good thing is…you scared it away.” Lance assured.
“The bad thing is he’ll come back. Fucking mountain lions.”
“I mean, can you blame ‘em? Circle of life.”
“My cattle aren’t food.”
“Technically, sheeps are food.” 
“I don’t eat sheep.”
Lance slowly glanced at Keith, surprised by his suddenness.
“Really?” He asked.
“Really.” Keith answered.
“What are you, an animal lover?”
“I am, actually.”
“But you were eating burgers.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“Fuck you mean it doesn’t count? You’re eating a dead cow, cabrón.”
“It was a mystery burger.”
Lance realized what he was talking about and scrunched up his nose.
“You mean that nasty, tasteless, bootlegged one that vegans eat?” Lance guessed.
Keith nodded. “Yup. You should try it.” 
“Do I look like a fucking cow to you?”
“Oh, so you’re saying vegans are cow eaters, huh?”
“I’m just saying I’ll take meat over plants any day now.”
“Your parents never gave you broccoli since you were a kid?”
“Dude, they had me eating meat so I could grow big and strong. Me and my siblings. Hell, my brother and sister fed the same meat to my niece and nephew.”  
“Uh huh. My dad did way worse than that. I had to hunt.”
“I thought you’re an animal lover?”
“I was hunting predators who were trying to eat my cattle.”
“Huh. Good point.’
The two went into silence, staring down at the field where the cows were, still chewing on the grass. 
“You know, I was wondering,” Lance asked. “How are you paying for all this?”
Keith scratched his face. “After my dad passed away from cancer, guys from his old Force Recon unit managed to take all of the bills and taxes so I can take care of the farm. They never told me how but I’m basically living free…for now.”
Just then, they heard sounds of rotors spinning faintly. The sounds began to get closer until the two saw a Blackhawk from a distance approaching their area. The helicopter lowered itself beside the field, causing the sheeps to scatter away, bleating as they galloped.
“Hey, Keith.”
“Yeah.”
“A fucking Blackhawk just landed on your field...right next to your sheeps.”
“Yup.” 
Leaving their equipment behind, Keith and Lance approached the Blackhawk and once they got close, they noticed Pidge get off the helicopter and approach the two, surprising them both. 
“Pidge?” Keith called.
“You two! Lets go!” Pidge demanded.
“What’s going on?” Lance asked.
“We got a mission, obviously! Get in!”
Keith and Lance exchanged glances and nodded before getting inside the Blackhawk. As the two entered, Keith got out his phone and dialed the number as the helicopter ascended from the ground.
“Hey Alice, I need you to watch over the farm…”
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27/04/2018
0800 Hours
Sydney, Australia 
Hunk was just finishing up on the omelettes he was making. He was about finished with the side of the nearly complete piece of omelette. The scent of salt and eggs surrounded the entire apartment as the air passed through the open balcony door. Hunk had already prepared the fillings and the first omelette was just about done with the last one. As he finished up prepping the omelettes, he turned around and noticed Shay wasn’t up. 
After his mission in Brazil, he ended up spending some time with Shay at Sydney during his time off-duty. Flash-forward, the two went into a relationship and Hunk moved into Shay’s apartment in Pyrmont since he can’t really go back to Fort Benning. During his time with Shay, he got to learn a lot about her, both her work and her life outside. Hunk had noticed Shay had been sleeping in a lot more than usual, though he didn’t blame her.
Covering the breakfast to preserve the heat, Hunk headed into their bedroom where he noticed Shay still in bed, covers sprawled all across with one of her bare legs exposed. Her untied hair spread out over the pillow like seaweed. She looked as if she was spooning a pillow. Hunk could hear her light snores as he approached her, even when he was the first to wake up way before her. He even did a morning jog at six and she was still fast asleep. Hunk sat on the bedside and he couldn’t help but take a gander at her beauty even at its unkempt nature. He moved a lock of her hair covering her eye aside before slightly tucking it behind her ear.
The curtains were still closed so maybe that could wake her up. Hunk stood up and went up to the curtains and opened it up, letting the sun into the room. The light brightened the bedroom and Hunk got a clean view of the bay overlooking the city. Then, he heard a moan from behind and turned around, noticing Shay was slowly waking up. Hunk reached her side and checked up on her as her eyes slightly opened. 
“Morning, Hunk…” She lazily said.
“Morning, Shay,” Hunk replied, grinning. “Slept well?”
Shay turned over onto her back as she tried to close her eyes. “Mmm. Five more minutes, please.”
Hunk chuckled. “I already got breakfast ready. Bacon onion omelettes. It’s gonna get cold soon.”
He noticed a smile creep across her face while her eyes were still closed. 
“Okay, you win,” she muttered before sitting herself up. “I’m up. I’m up.”
As Shay stretched her arms, Hunk got off the bed and headed back into the kitchen to get breakfast ready. Shortly, as Hunk placed the plates of omelettes and glasses of orange juice on the table, he looked up to see Shay walking towards him wearing her sweatshirt and shorts from bed. Her hair was still left untied.
“Smells nice.” Shay said as she leaned over to kiss Hunk.
“It’s your favourite.” Hunk replied.
The two sat down and began to eat their breakfast. Shay took a bite of the omelette, sliding the fork into her mouth.
“So good as always.” She said as she ate.
Hunk chuckled. “Glad you still like it. I added something to make it tastier.”
“What’d you add?”
“Parsley.”
“Can’t really taste it but it’s still yummy. You should be my personal chef.”
Hunk chuckled as he watched her eat up. He knew Shay wasn’t the greatest cook surprisingly but he didn’t mind. As long as she likes it, he’s happy. The two continued to eat, talking about work and Shay’s sleeping habit. Then, she got into a different subject.
“You know,” she said. “You never told me why you wanted to be a soldier when you could’ve been a chef.”
“You never asked.” Hunk answered.
“I’m asking now.”
“Well, since you asked nicely, I always wanted to be a cook because my father was a cook back in the Navy. He was really good at it and I wanted to be like him.”
“But why the army?” 
“The attacks on my home gave me the motivation.”
Hunk then took another bite of the omelette before going for the glass of juice.
“You know, you never told me about your family or why you wanted to be a war correspondent for Vice.” Hunk said.
“You never asked.” Shay replied.
“I’m asking now.”
“Since you asked politely,” she paused for a moment. “I was never a huge fan of the military or the war. I only became a war correspondent so I can understand why people go to war...and see the cost of it.”
Hunk then noticed she'd stopped eating. Her expression darkened.
“I saw so many people in the Middle East die in front of my eyes,” Shay continued. “Men, women, children. I even lost close friends of mine. Everytime I sleep, I keep seeing flashes of everything that I’ve seen. I want everyone to see why war is hell and what the cost of it is.”
Hunk had stopped eating too but he was already finished by then. He never thought Shay would end up in a situation like this. Thinking about it makes Hunk feel ashamed for being a soldier, considering how many people he killed. Was he actually the type for Shay?
“I’m sorry you had to go through all this.” Hunk muttered, looking down to his hands on the table.
Shay looked at Hunk in confusion before realizing why.
“Hunk...I didn’t mean-”
Suddenly, Hunk’s phone started buzzing from his pocket. He pulled it out and after noticing the notification, he sighed. 
“Great.” Hunk muttered in disappointment as he stood up.
“Work?” Shay guessed, standing up as well.
Hunk looked at Shay, feeling bad to just leave like this. He really wanted to spend more time with her.
“I’m sorry-”
“No, no, it’s alright,” Shay said. “Get out there.”
Hunk was still upset that he had to leave Shay but he knew that there was no other option. Hunk then began to gather his gear from the bedroom and then made his way to the door. He was about to unlock the door.
“Hey.” Shay called.
Hunk stopped and turned around, noticing Shay approaching him. She then leaned forward, kissing him for a while before pulling away.
“Be safe.” Shay whispered.
Hunk smiled and nodded. “Will do.”
Just like that, Hunk walked out of the door and headed off to the elevator. Both Shay and Hunk prayed for the safety of each other and themselves.
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28/04/2018
1132 Hours
Colombia
The Lions of Voltron, all dressed in their uniforms, have arrived at the US air base in Colombia. They were directed to a briefing room for a meeting where they will soon meet someone. The only members who were missing were Coran and his analysts. Some time has passed and nothing much has happened, leaving the team in the dark.
“Well, this is weird.” Lance said.
“In what way?” Keith asked.
“Isn’t it obvious? We just landed in Colombia and none of us knows what the hell’s going on.”
“Lance’s got a point,” Pidge said. “Not only that, where’s Lieutenant Smythe and his computer team?”
“I know you guys are concerned,” Shiro butted in. “Me and Major Brooks have no idea what’s going on either. But we were obviously called here for a reason. Why else would NATO go to all the trouble bringing us here?”
“Why not bring NATO’s best counter terrorism unit?”
The team turned around to the sound and noticed Coran standing by the door, accompanied by another person. He looked to be a Native American man in his 50s with long brown hair, a beard and a vertical scar on his right eye. 
“Well I’ll be damned.” Allura said, standing up and approaching the man alongside Shiro with a smile. “So glad to see you again.” 
Allura and the Native American man both hugged. 
“You too, Brooks,” The man said as he and Allura broke the hug. He then went up to Shiro for a hug. “Same goes for you, Shiro.”
“Yeah. Good to see you too, old friend.” 
Allura and Shiro then turned around to their team, who were unfamiliar with the man.
“Team,” Shiro said. “This is Bryce Kolivan, Station Chief of the CIA.” 
“And I’m guessing he’s the spook who handed us the mission to go after the Galra in Brazil.” Lance said.
“Sure was. Had faith that Voltron would get the job done.” Kolivan answered.
“So what’s going on here that you want us to handle?” Allura asked.
Kolivan’s grin faded and he let out a deep, grim sigh.
“Lieutenant Smythe was helping us intercept a terrorist group smuggling in some sort of unknown cargo, possibly a weapon, into Colombia from Europe.”
“Tiger was sent to interrupt the convoy,” Coran added. “They succeeded in eliminating the terrorists but unfortunately…they were ambushed. Four of the team members were killed while their leader Damon Halliday was captured. Colombian Special Forces have already recovered the bodies of Tiger at the scene, although they had to quarantine the truck containing lethal chemicals.”
The news hit particularly Shiro, Coran and Allura, although the others felt neutral since they never heard about another Voltron team other than them. Damon Halliday to Coran was a close friend and a capable soldier with lots to tell. The news that Halliday got taken was hard to get over.
“Who took him?” Shiro asked.
“From what we’ve gathered, we believe Halliday was captured by the Colombian cartel Los Cruzados,” Kolivan answered. “The cartel consists of local triggermen who either used to serve in the army or law enforcement. They’re very ruthless and deadly and have been described as potentially the Medellín Cartel’s successor as they’re already considered to be narcoterrorists. They have murdered numerous government and military officials to the point where the government themselves are afraid to fight back.”
“Do we have a location on where they took Halliday?” Allura asked.
Kolivan shook his head. “No need for that. I already have a Ground Branch team boots on the ground searching for him. Your intel team found Halliday’s last known location. Hopefully he’s still alive by then.”
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1300 Hours
Colombia
Matt Holt cut through some vines as he and his team ventured through the Colombian jungle. Their supervisor had already pinpointed the location of their objective at a shack somewhere in the jungle. From the skies, they had two analysts of Voltron watching the team through a stealth drone. Jem and Stacy watched from the feed as the Hunter team moved through the jungle, closing in on the destination.
“Hunter 1 to Zero, we have reached the target building but no signs of any hostiles. Are you positive that this is the building, over?”
“Yes, Hunter 1. Positive.” 
“It better be, out.” 
Just as he got off the comms, Jem sighed as he stared at the screen annoyed before turning to Stacy.
“This is like - the fifth time this Hunter 1 guy kept bugging us on whether the location is right or not. Didn’t his CIA mates make it clear to him?” Jem said.
“He didn’t seem too happy to be working with us.” Stacy replied.
“Yeah. You saw the way he glared at us for most of the time when we first met, right? I mean, what is his problem anyway?”
“Hell if I know, Jem.”
The team stayed at their position for a while, not moving from their spot.
“Matt, are we good to go?” Hunter 3 asked.
Sighing, Matt signaled his team to move. The two watched as Matt and his team approached the building as seen by their heat signatures. The team stacked up by the entrance with Hunter 2 tossing a flashbang through the door gap into the room. After the loud bang, the team stormed in with weapons raised as they prepared to open fire. However, no shots were fired and Jem noticed the building was empty. The team then began to sweep the area for hostiles.
“Clear!” Hunter 2 said.
“Clear on my end!” Hunter 3 followed up.
Jem and Stacy waited for Matt who was still checking the rooms without a word. 
“Hunter 1 to Zero, we’re seeing nothing here, over.” Matt hissed.
“Intel said there would be hostiles there, over.” 
“Well, the intel you got was fucking wrong. Just look how Voltron turned out.”
Jem noticed Matt sounded like he has resentment towards Voltron for whatever reason.
“Hey Matt! You better come look at this!” Hunter 2 called.
Matt and Hunter 3 went up to Hunter 2 who was in one of the rooms. Once they got there, the two noticed blood stains on plastic wrapping alongside chopped fingers on a bloodied table, presumably Halliday’s. 
“Seems like they were here,” Hunter 3 said. “Somehow they knew we were coming.”
Matt didn’t say anything but he simply sighed before turning to his team.
“Lets get the fuck out of here.”
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