#i added links and descriptions because i love doing the most

[ghostfacd]

SAVE THE GIRL

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!mentor!reader

summary: when you start to feel bad for the tributes, it’s when snow slowly starts to crack. when you snuck into the arena to properly send your goodbyes to one is when he loses it, making it his mission to get you out, even if it means costing his life

warnings: SPOILERS. descriptions of killing, Snow being a bad friend to Sejanus and manipulative, reader essentially replaces Sejanus in the movie’s original scene

“We all know how this works right guys?” Lucky Flickerman says, his eyes held a sparkle within them. “As soon as your tribute dies, you’re out!”

The screen flickers on the arena, its dusty surroundings filled you with a sense of dread.

You had gotten Lamina, a girl who you were afraid would die as soon as the timer went off. But she managed to impress you, and completely won you over when she had speared the other tributes’ pain and suffering by killing them with an axe.

“Coryo,” you whisper to the blonde hair boy who was almost drifting into sleep. “Coryo.”

“Hm?” He fixes his posture, “is something wrong with Lucy Gray?”

You shake your head, and only pointed to the empty desks surrounding you. “Many died.”

“Your point?”

It almost seems as if Coriolanus was bored of your commentary, he probably was, you did wake him from his sleep.

“This doesn’t feel right Coryo. Not at all. Any of it.”

Coriolanus lets out a breath of annoyance. It was always like that with him, he seemed always to be one step ahead—or at least he presented himself in that way, and he seemed like he was annoyed with anyone who wasn’t on the same level as him.

You and Coriolanus went way back. You were the first few to have known of the death of his father, Coriolanus had told you about it with tears in his eyes. Not because he missed his father, not really, but because he was afraid that there would be nothing left of the Snow family by the time the war was over.

When you first entered the Academy, Snow linked himself with Clemensia Dovecote, a pretty black haired girl who he had gotten close with, and if anyone didn’t know better, they might’ve been more than just friends. But Coriolanus and Clemensia came off as acquaintances by association to you more than anything.

He stopped doing group projects with you so he could do it with her, and he had made himself friendly with Sejanus, a boy who was originally from the Districts but managed to buy his way into the Capitol. Or at least, that’s what all of your seething classmates said as they looked at him in disgust.

“You sound like Sejanus.” Is all Coriolanus says, glancing back at his small television screen.

“Sejanus is our friend, Coryo.”

“Sejanus is district.” Coriolanus slams his hand on your desk, making you flinch. “No matter how much money he has, no matter how much he tries to fit in, he will always be district. And you? You might as well be district with him if you keep acting like this.”

Your brows furrow, and you start to get angry. Who the fuck does Coriolanus Snow think he is?

“And I suppose you’re so well off Capitol yourself, Coriolanus?”

The way your words drip with such venom makes Snow almost crumble, but he doesn’t, instead, choosing to inch his face just a meter over yours. “Don’t say anymore things you don’t mean, Y/N.”

And that was the end of it. Coriolanus Snow wins every argument, and you hated him so much. Why couldn’t he see this was wrong? You knew he had a heart in there somewhere, which was why he was helping Lucy Gray Baird in the first place. Unless he was doing it all for the Plinth prize, for the money.

As you watch your tribute fall to her death, the loud crack adding all to your misery, you wanted to throw the television and desk across the room, just like Sejanus had previously. They were monsters, all of them.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Coriolanus says, his eyes flickering up to meet yours.

But Coriolanus Snow can’t be sorry, he can’t feel empathy, he can’t feel pain, and most importantly, he can’t feel love.

As the games went on, Coriolanus was slumped into his chair, sleep overcoming his senses.

Dr. Gaul clears her throat, her loud but snake like movements made Coriolanus jolt awake, hissing as he accidentally hurt himself on the edges of the desk.

“I see you’re still here, Mr. Snow.”

“Is something wrong?” Coriolanus asks, eyebrows furrowing. “Is Lucy Gray okay?”

“Oh her? She’s fine.” Dr. Gaul waves the girl off like she meant nothing. “It’s your friend, I’m worried about.”

“My friend?” Coriolanus whips his head around to try and find you, but you were gone, leaving no trace.

“Yes.” Dr. Gaul motions to the wide television in front. “She’s in the arena right now. Doing this goodbye thing for her tribute.”

Coriolanus doesn’t want to believe Dr. Gaul, but how could he not when you’re shown so clearly in the cameras, putting flowers into the hand of your tribute. Almost as if you saw her as human.

“Now Miss. L/N hasn’t done anything like this in the past, so it does spark questions in my mind as to why she’s suddenly..” Dr. Gaul pauses. “Rebelling.” She says this as if it were poison on her tongue.

“From Sejanus, I would expect this. But from our own people, Coriolanus? Now this is absurd. I’ll make sure to get the name of the peacekeeper who let her in and have them executed.” Dr. Gaul gives him a smile, one that sends chills up Coriolanus’s back. “Now I happen to know you two are friends, close friends even; so I need you to go into the arena and fetch her out.”

“Me?” Coriolanus stutters out, hesitance clearly showing in his voice.

“Is that hesitance I hear, Mr. Snow?” Dr. Gaul steps even closer. “Everyone in the Capitol is asleep by now, which means they won’t see the foolishness Miss. Y/N is currently causing. You will go into the arena and take her out before she does anything more stupid. I will not let these rebels make mockery of my game, Mr. Snow. I will simply not allow it.”

And Coriolanus knows he has no choice but to obey Dr. Gaul’s orders.

He makes his way quietly into the arena, making sure his footsteps weren’t creating such loud noises to alert the tributes.

“Y/N,” he whispers as he gets close to your kneeling figure. He watches as you slowly put your hand over Lamina’s eyes, closing them for her. “Y/N.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” you reply, not bothering to turn around to face the boy.

“But I am.” He grunts out in annoyance. “I’m here to save your ass because that’s what friends do, Y/N. So help me, and get up.”

You don’t listen to him, choosing to keep kneeling and watching your dead tribute instead. She looked peaceful, and you felt so guilty knowing there was nothing you could do to save her.

“Y/N, I mean it.” Coriolanus says in a more assertive tone. “You’re going to die out here. These tributes? They might as well be animals now, they’re gonna kill the both of us if we don’t get out.”

He grunts in annoyance when he doesn’t see you move, so he carefully walks over, placing his arm under yours, practically dragging your body up from your kneeling position.

“Cmon Y/N, you’ve got to help me.” Coriolanus whispers out. “You don’t want to die here, trust me.”

“HEY! YOU!” The two of you whip your head so quickly at the voice that it sends a dizziness into your head. “HEY!”

The remaining tributes, none of them were Lucy Gray, Wovey, or the boy from 11 with speed so quick that it took the breath in your lungs away.

“CMON!” Coriolanus grabs your hand, the both of you fiercely running towards the doors.

One of the tributes with one of his eyes shut had a sharp blade in his hand, successfully slicing into Coriolanus’s back and your arm. The two of you let out a moan of pain, the frenzy feeling of adrenaline overwhelming the both of you.

Coriolanus lets your hand go for a second, pushing the tribute back harshly, managing to make him drop his weapon. Coriolanus picks up one of the broken poles, repeatedly hitting the male tribute with it until his body stopped moving completely.

You thought he’d be done with it, but he lets out a scream of anger, plunging the pole into the tribute’s body, making you shriek out in horror.

“You’re okay, you’re okay!” Coriolanus breathes out to you, practically limping hand in hand with you as he sees the other tributes catching up from the distance. “Open the door!”

The peacekeepers opened the door, closing it right as one of the more fiercer tribute sticks her trident out. “You’re lucky you’ve escaped this time.” She growls out.

You fall onto the ground as soon as Coriolanus lets go of your hand.

“Hey,” he croaks out, kneeling to cup your face into his hands. “Hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

He sounds so reassuring, so kind, and not like the Coriolanus you had despised from earlier.

“I..” you can’t even get a word out before you’re full on sobbing, not caring if you were embarrassing yourself in front of Coriolanus and the two peacekeepers.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He places his hand on the back of your head, bringing you into his chest. “Everything’s gonna be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

“No one will ever hurt you, Y/N.”

And if there’s one thing Coriolanus Snow is good at—it’s ensuring he gets what he wants.

[secondlina]

Do you like people who dub your comics with real voices then or do you just not like dubs in general?

At this time, I would prefer if voice actors would not dub my work unless I asked them / am working with them.

Between the AI dubbing, the multiple repost accounts, and a few folks dubbing my comics regardless of whether I say yes or no (I've turned down or ignored most requests and videos still went up) - I've grown cold to the idea. Also, in my experience, they often credit poorly, not including links, not mentioning the series title, only typing my user name in the description as a word without context. A few dubbers also took me agreeing to one comic dub as them being allowed to dub ALL of my comics.

That being said - It's still incredibly flattering when budding voice actors ask, and the love they have for the comic is very touching. I'm exceptionally lucky to have people reach out like this, and probably seem like I'm complaining about something that is actually rad. Because having people want to contribute to your work as an artist IS rad. But when enough people seem to do it as a vehicle for their business rather than out of passion, it's weird vibes.

I hope to get back into a mindspace where it is fun again. I hope to collaborate directly with some dubbers one day, so I can make videos that fit my ideal. And I hope that nobody I turn down thinks it's their fault. There's just too many toads in the well.

I kinda wish wellness pages also didn't repost my fox + crow comics next to ads where they push ad supplement gummy yoga new age bullshit. I've also had some folks clone my instagram account to hit up people for scams. Protecting one's identity as an artist online these days is getting harder and weirder.

[drawing-prompt-s]

GoFundMe: Getting the kitten to the vet...

for a rabies shot, FIV testing, and a possible upper respiratory infection!

So someone sent in the last $305 I needed while I was asleep. I'm transferring it to my account now which means I'm a) shutting off the GFM as soon as the transfers process and b) taking in the kitten as soon as the money becomes available to me - so likely by Friday I'll take her in, or Saturday or Monday (they do half days Saturday, and are closed Monday).

GoFundMe Link Paypal Link

Venmo Link Cashapp Link

Multiple payment options available because I am typically asked for alternatives to GFM and PP.

$350 / $350

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INFORMATION + VIDEO UNDER THE CUT!

From the GoFundMe description:

Hello!

So, unplanned, there is a new kitten in the house as of Feb. 22, 2024. (Not Jolene's, she is fixed). When at my friend's house - where I will be moving in a few months - we found out that a cat that comes to visit often is not only owned, but a mom. However, the neighbor doesn't want the kittens, so he always puts them outside and leaves them there. I could no, in my right mind, leave the kitten outside by a trashcan and under a tire in February of all months, so I brought her home.

So far I have treated her for hookworms, given her the vaccines I can do myself, and looked into getting a spay voucher from one of the local shelters. The kitten is roughly 3 months old.

However, current concerns are that she may have an upper respiratory infection (and there is always the concern that she could be FIV+). She has an inflamed eye with a regular and concerning amount of discharge and has for a few days. I have also caught her sneezing and she has started coughing on more than a few occasions. She also has a few other signs of sickness - anemia, the runs, and some blood spotted in it. If it is a URI, I need to catch it as fast as possible because I also have Jolene, my 3 year old cat. She absolutely also needs FIV testing and a rabies shot because of that, and because where we are moving there are other cats.

Jolene and the kitten have both been getting along well. The kitten loves to follow her around and Jolene acts more like the disgruntled big sister (don't let her fool you, I have caught them playing regularly - she just needs her alone adult time too).

I have already altered a bit of my projected finances and removed money from my savings to care for the kitten and help her. But there is only so far that can go as I also need to be able to afford gas, food, and furniture for the upcoming move (I'm going to start buying things soon so I can put it together and move my stuff prior to the official move date). I was trying to put off a full vet visit until sending the kitten in for a spay, but with her eye and the possibility of infection spreading to other cats, it can no longer wait.

I am shutting off this GFM as soon as I reach the goal. The vet said to budget for a little more than $300, between the base cost of a visit, FIV testing, rabies, and potential treatment for an Upper Respiratory Infection- assuming it's nothing too major. And I added a little more to what I am expecting because GFM does take a fee from donations.

If the kitten does end up being FIV+ we do have rehoming options available or I will find someone better suited to handle an FIV+ cat (either already having one of their own or a home with no pets).

I tried to take a video of the eye, but as you can imagine, a 3 month old kitten isn't the most keen on staying still, haha.

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Let me add in the breakdown as well, now that I think about it:

Base cost for my vet to see a new cat (even as a pre-established client with other cats treated there): $100

FIV testing: $40

Rabies (and other vaccines I may be missing I was unable to do myself): $35 - $45

And the vet recommended budgeting about $100 for medications depending on what they find (if she still has worms, if she has other parasites due to being outside untreated, if she has a URI like the current concern is): $100

The rest is tax, the % upcharge for using a card, and to negate the fees that GFM with-drawls from each donation.

[vangbelsing]

About Messmer and Rellana

Spoilers will be under the cut, so if you haven't seen anything regarding these characters and you don't want to get spoiled, please scroll/click away‼️‼️

So regarding this post from (basically) yesterday, I want to expand on this topic a little and compile some bits I've seen people use as proof that Rellana and Messmer were in love and why I think it was most likely unrequited love on Rellanas part. I want to actually visit each of these points separately.

I will provide a link to each item description as it relates to each point where available. If there is no link, then it is because the point is self evident, (her sword having his flame) or there was no link I could find (the room where her shield is found) (since edited). If you know any lore or extra bits that I've missed, please do let me know and provide a source.

So on to the points I have personally seen:

She abandoned everything to "chase after Messmer"

She was given a sword imbued with his flames

There is a room in the Shadow Keep that has blue fire (like seen in Caria Manor and other locations associated with the moon) where you find Rellanas shield EDIT: added images to the appropriate section

She came to be known as "Messmers Sword" and was extremely devoted to him, even though she knew "the moon brilliance of the moon could not grant him succor"

Okay, so, starting with the first point:

She abandoned everything to chase after Messmer

I genuinely believe that could range from anything between platonic and romantic. With Messmer specifically, we see many people who showed similar devotion to him by abandoning their homes and swearing their undying fealty to him. Without further context, there's really nothing I can see that can be used in either direction to make this any more concrete, so I'll just move on.

She was given a sword imbued with his flame

I think point 2 is undoubtedly the weakest, as the Fire Knights were given swords blessed with his flames as well. In fact, all of Messmers soldiers had weapons blessed with his flame, or used his incantations. We see this with even the most basic Messmer soldier in game, so this point in specific I find rather baseless.

A room modeled after Raya Lucaria

I assume the reasoning behind using this as proof that they are in love is that it would be assumed Messmer himself modeled this room after Rellanas home out of his affection for her or something similar, and while that could be true given Fromsofts love of environmental storytelling, I do think this is too shaky to use as actual concrete evidence. Keep in mind, it is in a storeroom in the keep, and if you look, on the many levels of each of the rooms, we see numerous books, tablets, and other items used for study or knowledge, and many of them are based in different cultures and factions in the setting of the world, so having an area that would contain information regarding Raya Lucaria and associated magic or glinstone sorcery as a whole doesn't feel far fetched to me. Conversely, Messmer is shown to be very benevolent and caring towards those in his charge, so it would also be reasonable to assume that he would allow for her to have that part of the storehouse be modeled in a way that invokes feelings of home for her. But I don't necessarily believe that has to be romantic. I have no specific points to make on the contents of the shield itself, but I will link her shields description for any who want to read it.

EDIT: it seems to be an armory specifically. There are no books, and there are only shields and lances. Sorry I couldn't get a photo with all of the furniture intact, the Fire Knight destroyed it all... That said, I'm not sure if this being an armory would change any context, really.

She came to be known "as Messmers Sword"

This, again, doesn't feel concrete to me, as far as proving anything happening between them. After all, not only were many of his soldiers incredibly devoted to him, but the Fire Knights in specific were the ones who knew him best, and each of them were the ones who answered directly to Messmer, as well as wielding weapons with his flame and his incantations in tandem. They were closest to him. And then there's Gaius, who was outright stated to be Messmers friend and the leader of his men. Lastly, I think being devoted to someone does not always imply romantic love, nor does the title of being their instrument of battle. Blade of Miquella is Malenias title, and I do not believe those two are romantically involved.

Some additional thoughts

I would honestly say that the most convincing piece of evidence to suggest that there were romantic feelings on Rellanas part comes from her sword, which reads: "here, and here alone, were moon and fire ever together." This, to me, is far better evidence that there were deeper feelings on her part than just devotion. However, it also clearly states how they were never together, which I feel is very much the most important part of all of this.

However, in general, while I do believe that all of the in-game lore suggests she may have had romantic feelings for him, I also think it could be as deep as pure devotion. We see it everywhere in this world, both in base game and the DLC. Malenia, Blaidd, Leda, Ansbach... Radahn and Leonard. (sorry) Devotion is seen in all corners of this setting. Messmer in particular seemed to inspire a great deal from many different places and in many people, so it's not entirely impossible that it would be the same for Rellana, though I do believe she has unrequited love for him.

Another thing to keep in mind is Messmers situation. He is cursed and was waging a cleansing war on untold numbers. He is slowly being eaten away at by a serpent that resides in his body, and that says nothing of the flame in him that he utterly despises. He also clearly has many issues where Marika is involved. All of this, coupled with the information that the Fire Knights were the only ones who truly knew and understood Messmer, it feels to me like romance would not only be something he was not concerned with, but also something he might not allow himself. I feel like he's far more worried about more important things.

In closing

At the end of the day, the nature of these games is that of vague droplets of information, even with the most important story beats. So unless there is something I've missed, I genuinely believe there is nothing in the game suggesting that they were in love with each other or that Messmer in any way returned her feelings, and in fact I think the game suggest the exact opposite: that Rellanas feelings were one sided. However, the only person who could say for certain is Miyazaki, and something tells me he wouldn't care to elaborate on this.

So until supplementary material is released that reveals new information or there is lore within the game that I have not seen or has not yet been found, I'd have to say I think it's relatively certain that they were not romantically involved, and that the feelings were very one sided, if any romantic feelings existed at all.

[beetheyapper]

MUSIC I THINK THE POETS WOULD ENJOY

this is not time period accurate but i do not care. i at least tried to keep it pre-2000s. also i’m 100% projecting my music taste onto them. deal with it? spotify playlists, each of which has around 30 songs, are linked below each description ! i spent forever on this 😭

Charlie Dalton

i’m not sure that i could pinpoint very many artists he’d particularly like, but this is a classic rock boy right here. he’d be into ac/dc, motley crue, led zeppelin, etc. perhaps a bit of duran duran (this is where i’m projecting the most.) songs about s3x and women, and songs that make him feel like the rebel he is. (this playlist has been gale hansen approved on twitter btw)

Neil Perry

oh i just know this kid would be into some funk and pop, especially 80s and perhaps even new wave (i’m again projecting). now THIS is a duran duran fan (specifically their early stuff), which is unsurprising since the lead singer has a drama degree. he’d also probably like fleetwood mac, and would be well-versed in the band’s drama. duran duran, wham!, fleetwood mac, abba, maybe even some hall & oates. songs with complex lyrics and also songs that make him wanna dance. lots of upbeat stuff because though he has things that bother him, he’d rather do anything but dwell on them.

Todd Anderson

honestly, considering they’re roommates, i feel like neil would’ve had a bit of an impact on todd’s music taste, so there’s some band influence there—but regardless, i think todd would be into more mellow and emotional songs. jeff buckley comes to mind, along with the eagles, the beatles and maybe a splash of the smiths also pls pretend now and then didn’t come out last year. he would also be letting it linger i fear

Knox Overstreet

knox would be similar to Charlie, as they probably bond over shared music taste just as much as everything else. very heavy on the classic rock, but a lean more towards songs about needing someone and love songs as he pines for Chris. Tom Petty, Robert Palmer, The Cars, and a bunch of songs introduced to him by Charlie. He sticks more to genre/theme than to a specific artist methinks

Richard Cameron

contrary to what some may think, i think Cameron would absolutely groove to some rock n roll. HOWEVER. he is a 60s-70s rock n roll elitist. he thinks Billy Idol’s cover of Mony Mony is a disgrace. he wholeheartedly believes the Beatles are the best band to have ever graced the planet. The Beatles, The Beach Boys. The Rolling Stones, etc. Maybe even some Simon & Garfunkel. Him and Charlie argue a lot about which decades were the best years of rock music

Gerard Pitts

free my boy. he just wants to dance he ain’t do nothing wrong. his music taste has definitely been influenced by some of the other poets, in the sense that if he hears a song with a funky beat that makes him want to dance, it’s added to his mixtape IMMEDIATELY. for this reason, i’m thinking lots of funk and groove. play that funky music white boy! Bee Gees, ABBA, Talking Heads, Pet Shop Boys, etc. as long as he can dance to it he could care less who it’s by

Steven Meeks

another old rock, but more on the calm side with some hints of folk and fun. Donovan, The Beatles (paul is his fav for sure), The Beach Boys, and he definitely loves every white person anthem, including Sweet Caroline. he likes to groove with Pitts but also like soothing music to study to !!! i had to consult my friend on this one i fear i was drawing a blank

AND THAT is my opinion on each of the poets’ music taste. did i squeeze Duran Duran into almost all of them? perhaps. they’re my fav band let me live… feel free to listen to the playlists (please listen to them. pls i don’t want to have made them in vain.) and maybe even become spotify moots with me :D

[s0lar-ch3ri]

what if i wanted to make another insane promo post?

yeah, ik, its promo time again. BUT this time around i do wanna add in the post both my cousin and niece

one thing i did get wrong, heartz is my niece, starz is my cousin! this will basically be going over what each of these 2 do (...and im also adding in a bonus competitor/promoed person, well actually 2 because I GOT A CHANNEL YIPPEE)

each channel will be seperated up so yeah lets go!

first channel:

Starzzz.andgalaxy (my actual cousin, lol) is a great yter who absolutely deserves to be celebrating more then just 170 subs! since shes actually here with me, i can let her say a lil something on the matter:

"hello! I would love to reach 200 subscribers at least, I think my hard work should not be for nothing!" <- her typing

shes very very fun (and also with this i hope all the god damn hate comments shut lol) and does very cool things such as:

Roblox videos

(comment is from me lol, we'll get there soon) For right now these are just rating videos of her avatar, but I find them very fun (plus since I play roblox if needed I can help with filming lol)! Not much to say on it cause it's not a common kind of post, so onto the next form, which is:

2. Art

As you can see, she does very cool art, this one in particular is a tutorial on how to draw bodies. Is it the best? No, but the fact she's trying makes it great! (this is also where I've seen a couple hate comments come up, so yeah, I'm trying to be mature enough to not commit violence for her upon them) She does admit this video isn't her best work, but she does A LOT of very very cool drawings! Go check them out and her channel of course! There is one thing she also posts about which I love most of all...

3. Paper Dragons!!

(the first image is her first dragon, second is her most recent i think) I don't get how these things are "paper furries", but I do know THEY ARE SICK AS FUCK. I got to see one in person and they're very cool, all with different stories! I honestly wanna ask for one but right now, I'm gonna stick with watching them.

Channel link can be found here:

(this section was finished on january first of 2024, so at the point of this being posted she wont be over here, but i had her here so yeah :D i love my cousin)

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Second channel:

Heartzzz.❤️ is my niece, and she does similar content, but still does good content! A couple of videos of Starz and Heartz are them promoting each other, so yeah. While she is on vacation and can't be here to give her reasons to subscribe to you, I certainly can!

Memes

One thing I forgot to mention my cousin doing (well, actually my cousin's section is just kinda old because it's from when she last came over, but she's back to help me again, yay!) is making memes like this. Sometimes they do involve a paper dragon, but I think they're pretty funny and/or relatable (also dragons very cool)!

2. Edits (and Undertale related things)

I'm putting these 2 in the same category just because of the example image above. While my cousin has recently started doing edits, Heartz is the only 1 of the 2 to make anything Undertale related. While the Undertale stuff comes once every blue moon it seems, that doesn't make it any less enjoyable.

I actually found in her description a run down on what she does post, so here:

Link to her channel can be found right here:

(okay ik this section was really short, again, she posts similar things to my cousin, and i didnt wanna repeat, so yeah, if you want more reason, here's what the cousin herself says: "[Heartz] is really nice, she's a good artist, and she's creative"; time i finished this section was 1/15/2024 lol)

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third channel:

Boli and gang (or as their original user is + the profile picture says, Boli the bear) is the channel belonging to 2 kids I babysit! They're pretty new to making content, but they have a promising start already! Currently, their content consists of...

Animations

One of them has really been getting into animation, posting things like ball loops and such on their account. They're very interesting to watch personally!

2. Cool places

I'm not sure if this is going to be a common theme, but there is around 3-4 videos of places like this one. I have to admit, this has to be the prettiest of them all.

3. Art (+FNAF/Five Nights at Freddy's Content)

This is another one grouped together, but because this is the first drawing related one I've seen. They're very big FNAF fans, of course leading to things like this. Is it the best? No, but they tried very hard of course, and maybe you could leave some tips for them to improve with!

(they also post memes and funny videos, but I'd rather not do repetition; FINISHED THIS ALSO ON THE 15TH LETS GOOOOOOO)

Link to their channel can be found here:

Oh, one final reason, their profile picture is super cool! Can you guess who made it? This actually provides me with the perfect transition into...

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fourth/final channel:

ITS ME!!! FINALLY I CAN STOP DOING PROPER ASS TYPING

yeah, i have a youtube now, and there's like nothing on it minus a couple videos. all of them are made back in like 2021-2022? cant really remember, but i posted them for younger me's sake. i have like a couple more to get through, but afterwards im probs gonna do a bigger variety of content! art videos, jrwi edits, animations, rambles, essays, you name it! (might even stream again on twitch if that seems what the people like lol)

you may want actual reasons to subscribe, but i currently dont have any. i can only make promises of better future content, but right now i can admit theyre shit. i dont post often, its only oc related rn, all very vague, nothing that interests most people on my blog (cause i know a lot of you are here for jrwi content, huh?). this channel, the choice to subscribe is fully up to you, im not gonna sell myself to it, im simply just saying its real.

Link to the channel is found here:

if you at all took the time to read through my part, i appreciate it, but please do actually check out the other 3. after all, you can always find me here, but you cant find the others anywhere else!

(FINISHED THE REST OF THE POST ON 1/15/24 LETS GOOOOOOOOO)

[boydepartment]

@ iluvmygf - profiles: non twitter users losers

description: nishimura riki is a headache to his managers. as much as he loves being an idol and as much as he loves that he gets the freedom to travel. he hates that he can’t show you off. publicly… as himself… so he makes a twitter account called @ iluvmygf at first not a lot of people follow it. it goes unnoticed, for a few weeks. until it doesn’t. his account about you goes viral… and people are nosy as to who loves their gf so much to constantly post about her.

genre: romcom, crack, humor, something fun and lighthearted like a hallmark movie. it’s also set from november-february bc i said so and i want a christmas ark 😋🫶 this is an smau

warnings: cursing, most likely crude humor, probably kms jokes

THE GROUP OF 87- six people + riki who bonded over video games. y/n is someone they treasure. she gives them their little taste of normal… and they have to help y/n with her hw but that’s besides the point she ends up with a 70% anyways

y/n l/n’s instagram!

y/n is not an idol at all. she is only friends with idols now because she lost riki at a party one time. a party she wasn’t even supposed to be at but riki made her go. she is the most dorky and goofy person riki has ever met in his life. but she lets him actually be himself. y/n outside of her idol friends is very reserved, she is horrible at any kind of academic, but could tell you about the lore of every fnaf, chilla’s art, or creepypasta anything.

that’s kai and bahiyyih in the ghost costumes btw😋

soul’s(05) instagram account

soul was y/n’s first friend. he spilled his punch on her at the party where she got lost and he made the fnaf 2 jumpscare noise. y/n and soul instantly hit it off after getting into the lore of the whole five nights at freddy’s franchise… at the party…. in public…. talking about five nights at freddy’s

lily’s (02) instagram account

lily overheard y/n and soul talking about this game at the party and was instantly intrigued. she ended up introducing herself to them and then asking about it. let’s just say lily ended up binging all of matpat’s videos on the fnaf lore.

bahiyyih’s (04) instagram account

y/n and bahiyyih met after the party. soul and lily had to go to their respective groups. however, bahiyyih was all alone. and so was y/n. as any girl would do, y/n approached her. ever since they have been inseparable. both feeling like loners sometimes, they understand eachother. y/n and bahiyyih are best friends- platonic soulmates

kai’s (02) instagram account

y/n met huening kai after she met his sister the best person in the world. they hit it off pretty quickly after y/n was invited to the huening family dinner. kai started talking about how he didn’t understand why on earth anyone would pick link in mariokart and y/n started a WILD debate at the dinner table. it ended up with all the huening siblings + y/n laughing. making y/n an unofficial huening.

beomgyu’s (01) instagram account

y/n met beomgyu through kai. and it was on a day where she wasn’t expecting to meet anyone new, so her outfit consisted of a hoodie that said “i ❤️ monty” and mickey mouse christmas pants. beomgyu eyed her hoodie and went on a tangent about how monty is a sick sadistic freak who deserved to be put in a trash compactor like in monsters inc.

nishimura riki’s (05) instagram account

he BARELY uses his instagram ever. riki is a certified twitter user. however…….. y/n does not have twitter…… so he can’t hype up his gf unless he has instagram….

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MASTERLIST

taglist- open :)

@yourmomscuntis2tighy @yannew @wzy3ka @stellarpsh @czlluvriki @im-yn-suckers @owotalks @filmofhybe @skepvids @ocyeanicc @amymyli @imsodazed @rikislady @j-wyoung @bangchansbangers @sassyfanlawyergarden @miko1ly @itsactuallylina @haewonluvr @entenen @cb97mylove @jxp1-t3r @ineedaherosavemeenow @str4wb3rizz

comment, dm, send an ask, or reblog to be added :) i try to keep up with tag lists however i get a ton of notifications everyday so please lmk if i forget you

[bizarrelittlemew]

Hi. I’ve been following you for a while and I really appreciate all the OFMD gifs you make and how you add really good image descriptions. I’m pretty bad at social cues and I wanted to know if you have tips for how to thank gif makers? Do you have advice for how to word the thank you without accidentally sounding weird or rude? Is it OK for someone to thank a gif maker in their ask box if the asker doesn’t follow the gif maker? Any sort of advice like that would be appreciated, or sample scripts that are socially acceptable to send. I know gif makers work really hard and I want to say thanks without accidentally breaking unspoken social rules I don’t know about and I felt safest asking you. I hope that’s OK. Thank you very much.

hi anon 💗 first of all this is such a lovely message and sentiment, thank you 🥹 i'd say you're pretty well on your way already!

i think every gif maker i know would LOVE getting a thank you message! as you say it is hard work, and having that acknowledged will always be appreciated 💗 (no matter if you follow them or not)

here is my specific advice on how to thank gif makers:

reblog! we share the gifs we make because we want to share our love for the show/movie/actor/etc. with other people, and by reblogging, you help us do that. adding something nice in the tags, whether it's something like "this is gorgeous!" or "thank you for giffing this moment, op!", compliments on the coloring (like "love the coloring"/"wow you did such a good job brightening this dark scene!"/"these look so crisp/sharp!"), or commentary on what the gifs show (like "he looks so sad, i wanna give him a hug"/"this scene is so funny/heartbreaking/sweet"/"i never noticed this detail before"), or simply emojis (any combinations of 💖, 🫠, 🥹, 🥺, 😭, 😍 or whatever the gif makes you feel), any kind of reaction like that will be very much appreciated - for me, it's the highlight of making and sharing gifs!

as for sending an ask, i think any kind of thank you message would make gif makers extremely happy 🥹 here are some sample sentences - any variation and combination of these would be lovely to receive, i think (some ideas/options in [brackets]): "i love seeing your gifs on my dash" "thank you for [creating/posting/sharing] your gifs, they [bring so much joy/always make me happy to see]" "i love your coloring, it's so [warm/vibrant/gorgeous/bright and sharp/colorful]" "thank you for giffing [character/person/show], i really appreciate seeing gifs of [that/them]" "thank you for adding [alt text/image descriptions] to your gifs, it helps a lot!" "i really admire how [fast/talented/creative] you are at giffing" ok these are just a few ideas but i hope it's helpful! 💗

this is not a direct way of thanking gif makers (as it should be a given), but i wanna add it because it's important to me: give credit if you share our gifs in other ways than reblogging the original post. please please please do not repost/crosspost gifs without credit. if a gif maker doesn't want their gifs reposted/crossposted at all, please respect it. most, like me, will be fine with it if you credit properly. here are some ways to do that: if you want to use a gif in your own post on tumblr, you can use the Add GIF function, which automatically adds credit (and we get a lil notification), or tag the creator and/or link the original gifset in the post (e.g. "gif by @bizarrelittlemew"). if you want to post a gif to another platform, e.g. twitter, these are some examples on how to give credit: "gif by @/bizarrelittlemew on tumblr", "📸: @/bizarrelittlemew", "gif by @[twitter handle]", "gif source: [link]" and variations of these, written either in the post itself or in a reply right below. not only in the ALT text (as that is for, well, ALT text) and not by making a general note on your profile that "gifs are not my own"/"the gifs i post are from tumblr" or similar (as this won't be evident from the post itself and doesn't credit the gif maker). ok that got a bit long but hopefully it makes sense!

also, if a gifset inspires you to write meta or make your own post about what the gifset depicts, we'd also be very happy if you linked it (like "this gifset reminded me of... / made me think about...") OR simply add it in a reblog of the gifset! the exception (for me, others may feel differently) is if the meta/comment "disagrees" with the gifset, like if the gifset shows "[character] being considerate" and the comment is something like "actually, i don't think this is [character] being considerate, i think they're manipulative". then making a separate post would be more welcome (i'd personally still appreciate a link to the gifset if you were inspired by it).

something that would be rude (since you ask how to avoid that) would be somehow criticizing the gifset in the comments/tags/replies, like disagreeing with the composition (e.g. "i don't think gif number X fits with this theme"), or being negative about the editing/giving unsolicited advice (e.g. "wish these gifs were brighter/sharper" or "hey op you should make your gifs slower/faster"), or talking about how you dislike the show/movie/characters (because the gif maker will see your tags/comments and they probably made the gifs out of love for the thing). as long as you avoid that, you should be fine! 💖

once again thank you for this lovely ask and for wanting to show your appreciation for gif makers 💗

[werywrenniethoughts]

Let's Talk About Sun and Moon

I've been itching to share all my thoughts & theories on the Daycare Attendant ever since I first played SB. With MattPat's latest video reacting to Fuhnaff's recent Ruin theory, I could no longer contain my silence. It's obvious Steel Wool is pointing us back to Sister Location, or more specifically Circus Baby's Pizzaria. I think we'll find that the daycare attendant has been here all along. Below are a few key things I want to open discussions with the DCA fandom. Buckle up friends, and grab a snack or 3, because this is a long one. Let me know your likes, let me know your dislikes. (FYI general disclaimer that I bummed all these pictures from Google and that spoilers ARE contained below)

Personally, my theory is the DCA is an old funtime/toy animatronic from Cirus Baby's Pizzaria that was repurposed for one reason or another and brought to the PizzaPlex. Let's go over some of the reasons why:

Does the Daycare attendant fit with the Glamrock animatronics?

No. Not even a little. The Glamrocks are synonymous with neon signs, rock n roll, and 80s-early 90s vibes. Sun and Moon are based off of the naturally occurring satellites we see in the sky on the daily. Most FNAF theorist tends to unanimously state they simply "don't know what to do with the daycare attendant." It's understandable. They don't really flow with the rest of the SB cast animatronics.

You know who I think they do mesh with though? Circus Baby, Funtime Freddy, and Bellora. While one could argue they are not an exact fit, they certainly fit the circus designs far better than the Glamrocks. Sun with his striped pants, bells, ribbons, and poofy collar certainly give him more of a clown-like look (dare I even suggest, they look like a jester, Mimic fans?)

I've also always felt that Moon's speech patterns model Funtime Freddy's more than the Glamrocks or even Suns. They sound like preselected lines he's been programmed to say, rather than cohesive sentences most of the time with limited vocabulary usage, not unlike the lines delivered by the withered, Funtime, and Toy animatronics in Ultimate Custom Night. Phrases that sound innocent, but with the given inflection, they're obvious threats. Kellen Goff, the overly amazing voice actor for both the DCA, and Funtime Freddy stated once in an interview that the audition description for FF was "a voice that children would love, but adults would hate/fear." He nails that with Freddy, but, I think his performance with Moon warrants that description somewhat as well.

Another circus link I want to point out is this little devil right here:

Ballon Boy. He too blends in with the circus theme. It's also worth mentioning the arcade machine hidden within the DCA's room is Balloon World. Where in-game versions of Sun and Moon watch over any poor soul attempting to complete this flappy bird ripoff. Has anyone ever noticed that the arcade cabinet, and the game's home screen you start on, display a carnival tent?

Further, Kids Cove is linked to the daycare- the floor map shows us the shore of Kids Cove flows into the daycare, which flows to a flowery hilltop where the DCA's castle room sits. A pirate version of Foxy is the featured animatronic of Kid's Cove. In fact, every character cut-out you need to flash with the FazCam to access the DCA's room is a member of the original four: Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy.

The DCA lore from Bobbiedots states the DCA was "an old stage animatronic" NOT specifically from the FazBear theater. Of course, no one can deny the FazBear theater is absolutely pointing us toward them being meant to be performing there. The artwork of the daycare has the FazTheater in the "sky" per the scenery, there's a sun framing the entrance banner, and Moon's patterns decorate the door. Additionally, both the comedy and tragedy masks line the banner.

Could it be they are older animatronics meant to be retrofitted and added to the lineup but were instead reprogrammed as the Daycare Attendant last minute or, were they performing an old throwback routine from their original pizzeria for a time before they were reprogrammeed? Or was it always the FazBear Theater from the get-go? I feel all these scenarios are somewhat plausible.

Sun/Moon make more rudimentary machine sounds than the other animatronics in SB. It's hard to describe the glamrocks and the endos just sound smoother, like well-oiled machines. While Sun's movements are fluid and the sounds he produces are rhythmic, he sounds more like a clock or wind-up toy than anything else. Moon flat-out squeaks- a LOT. Like he hasn't been oiled in years. (Admittedly, this could just be a subtle attempt by Steel Wool to help you deal with Moon during the generator section. It's dark as crap, and you CAN hear Moon coming far sooner than you see him.) You can listen to isolated sounds of Sun's mechanisms on the FNAF Wiki and you can hear Moon on any SB playthrough. I think their cable might also be considered rudimentary compared to the glamrocks as well, but, this is also a personal opinion that doesn't really have any evidence to back it up.

I could probably add a few more minor things, but I think I've given us all quite enough to chew on for now. I know I've failed to mention Eclipse this entire time. Without any additional lore, it's hard for me to decide whether he's the original version of Sun and Moon, or a brand new addition. Obviously, a lot of my theories here are either supported or thrown out the window based on which one is true. I'm okay with letting that lie for now until we (hopefully) get a more concrete answer from Scott or Steel Wool.

It seems like we'll be getting a Sun-based story in Tales #8 so I'm eagerly awaiting to see if that completely disproves my ideas, or gives them any merit. I certainly don't think I have them 100% figured out, but, I think the limited amount of lore regarding the origins of the DCA means Steel Wool's hiding something. I'm eager to hear everyone's thoughts! Thanks for coming to my Sun/Moon TED talk.

[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

Hi folks, I added this to my pinned post but I wanted to highlight it separately from that:

***As of 8/4/2023, I am listing this link and this link as required reading for all new followers who are Christian, were Christian, are non-Jews who grew up in a Christian culture and/or have only learned about Judaism through Christianity, before you follow me. I am being completely serious about this, I don't want you in my space unless you have taken a relatively short amount of time to be an ally to Jews and at least learned this perspective. If you fit this description and have already followed me, it would mean a lot to me if you would also do this. Thank you for respecting this boundary. I am happy to be a resource for people who are learning, but there will be required reading and these links are a prerequisite.***

I have gotten a lot of new followers from this post (among other posts in my "every hour is theology hour around here apparently" tag, but especially that one) and while I love that people are interested in what I'm saying I do want to point out a few things:

I am not a formal scholar of theology or religion, or any type of clergy

I am not a Torah scholar either

I am a random person who has informally studied comparative theology and various source texts on my own time because it's interesting and meaningful to a lot of people, including me

I study Jewish religious source texts in particular because I'm a Jew who is both interested in that type of study and also traditional enough to believe we have a religious obligation to study Torah

I have a vested interest in Jewish-Christian relations and comparative theology because I'm a ger who came from a religious Christian background and my family is Christian

All that said, I am happy to be a resource for people who are learning or want to learn about these same things with me. I am happy to share what I know and learn from others. However I want to be clear from the outset that I am just a person and this is a personal blog. You're gonna see other stuff here. I may not be correct about certain things (unintentionally) due to my lack of formal training.

And most importantly, the links: why?

The reason I am requiring that new folks read those links in particular is because that is the baseline I want for our conversation. I have seen a *lot* of liberal/progressive Christians use antisemitic Christian imagery in their progressive Christian posting, some of it on my post calling for Christians to be allies to Jews.

I don't think anyone is doing this with that intention; I think they are engaging shallowly with that part of my post. I have noticed that A LOT. So many goyische progressives either don't understand and/or don't care about antisemitism, despite caring about every other issue under the sun. I am, unfortunately, quite acquainted with this and it is what it is. But I am specifically asking progressive Christians to step up in a big way because Christianity is the root of a lot of antisemitism for the last 2000 years. Not all of it. But a lot of it.

If you are going to claim to be a progressive Christian, you need to start the long journey of unpacking what you think you know about Judaism. Unless you have studied Judaism from Jews, you need to start with the assumption that you know nothing about us.

Again, I am happy to help people who are learning, but if I see one more person reference the Pharisees or the "cleansing" of the [Jewish] Temple as examples of Jesus being a progressive political rebel, I am going to lose my mind.

[sataara]

Fanfic Recs! pt. 1

Hello hello! For yall that don't know me, I'm Billy or Sataara, either is fine, and I read a lot of submas fics so I decided to make a list of some recommendations that I have! A few things about me is that I can't deal with unhappy endings, heavy angst and/or any pairings where both brothers are with someone else (also no bl/nkship), so if you're looking for any of these types of fics, I'm sorry but you won't find it here :/

That aside, I'll make more than one post since this was getting kind of long, this first one are just multi-chapter fics! Most of these are either reunion fics or Ingo living after getting back from Hisui, with some exceptions! Gonna leave the actual description under the link with small personal notes on my opinion about them!

edit: added a few more!

Combūrere by Anonymous

Emmet doesn’t appreciate hearing his brother is dead. But if it takes everyone treating him like glass to let him fistfight a god, so be it. He’s an over-pressured steam boiler, waiting to explode. He’s already set up all the pieces, lined all his matchsticks one by one. The only thing left to do is set himself ablaze. In which Emmet becomes a vengeful spirit, reunites with Ingo, travels to an alternate universe, and fights a god. Just. Not in that order.

Words: 140,000 Chapters: 28/28

This fic got me hooked from start to finish, I was up until 5am at one point because I just couldn't put it down. Reunion with a lot of bumps in the road that only make the story more interesting and flashbacks that only add context making the fic more robust.

Last Train Home by StellarCoachman

Ingo arrived in Hisui far too early, settling in and making a life for himself there. Akari, his daughter, grows up alongside him and Lady Sneasler in the Highlands, developing a strong bond with Pokemon that serves her well when she decides to join the Galaxy Team Survey Corp. There, she meets an odd boy named Rei and takes part in the events that shape the history of the region itself. An unexpected encounter leaves her lost in an unfamiliar world. Meanwhile, Emmet has long since grown to accept his brother's presumed death, but still struggles on occasion. When he gets proof that his brother may actually be alive, he rushes off to see for himself, but he's not prepared for what he finds instead.

Words: 90,307 Chapters: 12/12

One of the many fics I'll share from this author, love their works very much and I really enjoy their different takes on their reunion! As a warning, though, this one can be very sad and it made me cry a few times too </3

Legends, ponderances, and then some. by An_Ephemeral_Walk

Of all the lands, all the regions, all the timelines, it was Unova that was chosen. It was Unova that was the first to lose someone to a mythical being outside the domain of Truth and Ideals. It was Unova that fell victim to the being already tormenting both the Sinnoh of now, and the Hisui of then. While it wouldn't be Truth or Ideals that would ultimately lead Giratina to regretting going along with Volo, it would learn the taste of regret and defeat all the same in many flavors. Stealing the partner of a fiery ghost is a lesson not learned yet, but it will be. Oh, it will be.

Words: 85,049 Chapters: 10/10

This one is a very interesting and enjoyable read, a lot of introspection, different hcs for how the characters met, just, really nice all around.

Elevated Railways by FluentInFangirl12

I'm a sucker for wingfics and I'm surprised that in all my submas fics, I haven't written one yet. This was inspired by @manchasma's wing au on tumble dot com and this specific post by @fang-tasmal (https://fang-tasmal.tumblr.com/post/682901862855426048/wing-au-time-i-like-the-traditional-wings-on-back) but im changing the lore and stuff a bit.

Words: 71,987 Chapters: 28/28

Wingfic! This one has a lot of uncle Ingo content, it's a really fun read and nice exploration of the setting with the "but what if wings?" trope added to that <3 Also, another author that has a bunch of fics I enjoy!

Ingo in Wonderland by PerpetuallySleepy

Falling for the second time, Ingo finds himself in a strange land… a strange wonderland. Well, it appears that there’s quite an adventure ahead of him. A weird and wacky one! All aboard!

Words: 71,058 Chapters: 30/30

This one I actually avoided for sometime thinking it wouldn't be something I enjoyed, but oh, I'm so glad I gave it a chance! What a fascinating and fun story! Its heart wrenching and different, I loved it all the way through!

Give Not In To Sorrow by Hare_Brained_Scheme

Something strange is going on in Hisui. There are reports of a man in white roaming the wildlands while leading a pack of Pokemon . Some say they're a mix of Pokemon, some claim they're a pack of zoroarks. Some swear that the man is none other than the amnesiac warden of the Pearl Clan. One thing is certain. Those who meet the man in white all report the same thing: He is looking for his brother. And he will not rest until he finds him.

Words: 70,551 Chapters: 12/12

This one I can not recommend enough, beautifully crafted story, completely gut wrenching, I've read it twice not counting the times I reread my favorite parts and cried a lot, mind the tags but do read it if you haven't already.

We Are Derailing by william_pkmn

Lucas is sent on a mission to investigate a sacred site to the Diamond clan. As added backup, he takes Ingo with and inadvertently unlocks his memories, deepening the mystery they have to solve together.

Words: 49,451 Chapters: 10/10

Another really interesting one! Following Ingo and Lucas as they look for clues about Ingo's past, the promise that things will work out by the end, the road to get there, it's worth the read!

A Rather Dramatic Displacement by NanixErka

Arceus grants the wish of the two heroes displaced in time However, perhaps they should have consulted Dialga with the time portion of this 10 years isn't too far off for humans, right? the scowling 5 year old didn't think so.

Words: 44,258 Chapters: 12/12

Really fun fic with Ingo and Akari being de aged and sent to the wrong time! Tons of shenanigans and also cute moments with dad Ingo <3

Autistic Elopement (if it sucks, hit the bricks) by Alienea, Juan_Pujol_Garcia

Stuck in the past? Textures suck? Tastes bad? Horribly understimulated? Just walk out! Hit the bricks! Leave through a portal with a kid you met a few months ago! What could go wrong?

Words: 42,008 Chapters: 6/6

Loooooove this one! Ingo relearning and slowly remembering his present time, while Emmet has to deal with everything that comes with Ingo being back but with no memories.

to the rift that tore us apart (and brought us together again) by Gibberish_Sorcerer

A distortion appears at a certain Unovan subway station, taking away Ingo to a different land. Emmet sees everything firsthand. (Emmet goes through a rift to Hisui, keeps his memories, and just sorta hangs out with Ingo. Also the entire plot of PLA happens with the twins going along for the ride.)

Words: 31,911 Chapters: 15/15

This one is really good! Such an interesting idea to explore with Emmet also in Hisui and now everyone has to deal with the fact that there's two of them kjdbsjakbvkjb

I Came Back For You by Elithesia_Autem_Danguarde

Upon experiencing a mysterious connection to another time and space, Warden Ingo regains his memories and makes the choice to return home to Unova where he belongs. However, he has to deal with not only his own emotions about being in Hisui for over a year, but how his absence impacted those that loved him. Settling back home isn't easy, but there are always people who stand behind him, particularly his precious little brother who missed him so dearly.

Words: 30,295 Chapters: 5/5

The care and love in this fic is so heartwarming but also a bit sad at times, I really enjoyed the concept and how the different conflicts were worked through!

A Change in Conductors by CuzReasons

Warden Ingo wakes up in a place he doesn't recognize. Subway Boss Ingo wakes up in a place he's only read about. Neither are where they should be.

Words: 23,654 Chapters: 9/9

This author is currently my favorite and I love their concepts and how they work through their stories and ideas, I recommend looking through their entire pokemon tag if you're looking for reunions and sibling antics! But talking about this fic in specific, the concept uses a common trope but the way it's used is fresh and so intriguing! I kept reading each chapter as soon as I got the notification, I cried happy tears reading it.

I am not there, I do not sleep. by digitalpen

How does it feel to be a dead man walking? The Pearl Clan found the body of a man in the icelands. His lips were blue and he had no pulse. When no one else in Hisui could identify him, his body was given to a blessed pokemon in lieu of a funeral. And yet, his spirit is seen walking about days later. Ingo haunts the highlands as a ghost. He has no home, no family, no memories, no life. What comes next?

Words: 20,249 Chapters: 5/5

This one messed me up and made me happy all over again, mind the tags and don't forget the promised happy ending!

The Warden, The Girl, & The Fox by Elithesia_Autem_Danguarde

While freely roaming Hisui, Akari stumbles upon a mysterious man in the Alabaster Icelands with a familiar face. As the two begin to form a friendship, Akari begins to realize there might be much more to this new man's presence than what it initially seems, as well as being the key to unlocking the lost memories of her friend, Warden Ingo.

Words: 68,621 Chapters: 15/15

Another one by Elithesia! I do love this one and their reunion is bittersweet at first but so comforting as it goes! The focus on this one is way more on Akari, but the brothers are the main point of the story!

Let It Simmer by EVTrainingUniversity

Having returned to the future, Ingo finds himself stumped on just who he was before Hisui as his memories still haven't returned. As such, until he can find his way back to his home station he must spend some time in the modern-day Sinnoh. Left sitting around for the most part while the investigators do their work, he decides to put a gift given to him by his friends in the past to good use by making a food recipe blog of traditional Hisuian dishes. It's by complete happenstance that Emmet stumbles upon his blog, having taken on cooking as a hobby during Ingo's absence.

Words: 6,538 Chapters: 4/4

This one is very special to me, food as a love language, as a healing tool, as a bonding experience, it's everything to me

Fear Not the Descent by ImpossibleJedi4

Some coping mechanisms formed in wake of a tragedy are healthy, some are unhealthy, and some are a mixture of the two. Emmet finds peace when he travels far below the surface of the earth, but then, at long last, someone finds him in return.

Words: 2,316 Chapters: 2/2

Very short one but it's so touching... Please do mind the tags if any of those concepts might make you uncomfortable, better safe than sorry

[araekniarchive]

i'm moving!

hi all :)) it's been a little while since i've been very active on this blog, and whilst a good chunk of that is chronic illness/job related, another big part is that i've been really struggling with my own tagging systems, to the point it feels like work just to reblog something properly. this is primarily because the theme tagging system for this blog evolved as i did, and a lot of the tags i used to use on her became superfluous, or repeated, and despite how many i have i still struggled to find stuff!

in addition to that, because of the way the tumblr editor used to work, the way i added images to posts would randomly add blank image descriptions to the pictures that just said 'image' and i couldn't change them, which made the webs look very ugly on mobile and also inaccessible to people using screenreaders or with sight issues on any browser, which is the opposite of what i wanted. thankfully, this has now been fixed for new webs, but is unfixable on the older webs which is a real bummer :(

so, a couple of weeks ago i randomly decided to do something about it. and i did! a few of you have noticed that a new blog, @otheraraekni, has been reblogging some of my webs and adding image descriptions in the reblogs, but i've also been remaking some webs as well with the alt text finally working as intended. i've made a new navigation page for my blog organisation, full of some tags i've kept, some i've slightly changed, and a whole new kind of tags for those i use most often. currently all the links on there will lead to this blog (so some of them will lead nowhere, as they may be new tags) but my intention is to switch urls.

so -- moving? in a day or so (once i've got the last kinks worked out) i will be turning my otheraraekni blog into araekni, and this blog into an archive. because araekni is a sideblog, i don't really have the option to just attach it to an old email and set it adrift, and i'm hoping not to have to get notifications from it forever, so in a month or so it will be deleted.

why a month? hopefully that will give everyone time to save any webs they like from this blog that i haven't decided to move over to what will be the new araekni! obviously, a good portion of the followers on this blog are from a couple of years ago when i was posting webs much more regularly, and i am not at all expecting the new blog to reach the same level of popularity as this one did, but if anybody would like to follow the new blog this is your chance :) i'll queue this post a couple dozen times so as many people as possible see it, but if you don't wish to follow me over there, please know how much i have loved keeping this blog over the years and how wonderful of an experience it has been <3

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Can you write a Larissa Weems OS where Reader was looking after a bunch of kids and when she wanted to talk to a misbehaving child they run away so she grabs them and sets them on a table to taln to the kid eye to eye the kud kicks against the bench before the table and it falls on the readers foot. Larissa comes in with the mom of the kids, because the mom is Larissa's friend Reader offered to watch the kids, to see Reader holding back tears and a quickly swelling foot takes her to the doctor and they find out the toe is broken and Larissa comforts the Reader (that is an actual thing that happened to me on monday and I'm craving some comfort from Larissa) but write it only if it's ok for you

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see ask above

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AO3 link in title

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𝐚/𝐧: Hey Crimson! Ty for the ask - i think this is actually a really cute idea.

HOWEVER

I’m so sorry that happened to you! That seems crazy, and I hope that your recovery goes smoothly!

I had to ask my friends and one of them thats in the med program here about breaking bones - what it feels like, what you’d get afterwards, etc - because I’ve actually never broken a bone before (HEAVILY knocking on wood rn). I tried to do this justice - i did change it sliggghhhtttlllyyy BUT I hope you enjoy!

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The rapid sounds of small, running footsteps and loud, excited screams filled your ears the closer you got to the little playground that was adjacent to the prestigious academy for outcasts. You had been a professor there for quite some time. Working with unique species and developing teenage brains every day surely gave you more tosses and turns than you expected to face when you had applied for the job some years ago, but you loved it regardless.

You pushed yourself to be someone for the students to feel comfortable reaching out towards and, in the process, created a home for yourself here with the help of the amazing principal (and now wife) Larissa Weems. You realized you fell hard for the woman after just a few months of working here - her captivating personality and kindness towards everyone made your heart swell after being enticed with the professional that could gain a rooms attention just by being present. Lucky, your company had given her butterflies as much as hers gave to you. You constantly helped each other get through the issues the growing minds threw at the both of you.. though, there was a part of you that always enjoyed the little ones.

In your spare time, you often found yourself at the daycare for outcasts that was right next to the school to give a helping hand. It was something that Larissa added when the population of outcasts grew larger. Being able to provide for this community was something you both held close to your heart, and there was a big part of you that was excited to have a child of your own. Seeing the little ones grow into their abilities was something you always found fascinating, but you always made sure to give them the most reassurance you could muster - the smaller ones often being confused and scared of something they didn’t understand quite yet.

You were lucky to find them at their playtime break outside. During this time of year, you always let out a soft chuckle when you saw the children wrapped in their winter coats and bundled up in their beanies and scarves their parents provided them - the puff of the fabrics making the children take up three times the space than they normally would. Seeing the little frosts or yeti children always concerned you at first glance in the winter - not needing such things due to their nature - but you soon got used to the sight the more you came here.

The main daycare teacher was standing next to the light post that lit the playground in a golden glow under the overcast sky. Her name was Olivia, and you’d grown closer to the younger woman the more you offered your help. She often stated how you were like an older sister to her - a thought that warmed your heart every time. She hugged her body close, the chill of the outside world going through her coat, and you couldn’t help but give a weak smile.

“Hey, Liv,” You said while wrapping your coat around the woman. “Is there anything I can help with today?”

“Y/N! Hi, thank you..” She tugged the thick coat closer to her body as she let out a shuddering breath. “We’re just staying warm, for now.. If you wanted, could you prepare some hot chocolate for when it’s time to head inside? I’m sure a lot of them will like the drink to warm up..”

You nodded and went to head into the building that stood behind her, but something caught your eye. A little lycan boy, who you immediately recognized as little Connor, was kicking and throwing wood chips in areas where other kids played. A small tsk left your mouth as you walked in his direction.

“Connnnoooorrrr?” You said with a playful lift in your voice. At the sound, he shot his gaze to you and screamed excitedly before bolting in a different direction. You decided it best to run after him, he was on a little mischievous streak after all.

“I got you, little one!” You boomed in a light tone. You didn’t want the kids to ever hold guilt for a situation but for them to understand what they were doing wrong, so you were always playful then serious when explaining, ensuring that they learned from their mistakes.

“Watch me make hot chocolate while we talk about why we don’t throw wood chips, hmm?” You picked him up as he agreed and wildly giggled, though a trouble maker, he was one of your favorites.

After helping him out of his coat, you settled him on the front table so you could look at each other at the same height. You didn’t want to intimidate him and wanted him to be honest with how he felt - it was the best move bringing him to your level.

You walked over to a cabinet to get some cups and chocolate mix. He watched your every move in genuine curiosity, your movements swift but not fast enough to disturb him. You walked back towards him, waiting for the liquid to warm before stopping in front of him.

“Now.. what do you think caused me to bring you in here, little wolf?” You watched him fidget slightly, refusing to answer for a moment. You took the moment to walk off and make him a cup of hot chocolate to warm up. While handing it to him, you spoke again.

“If I recall..” you started, offering him the small cup which he gladly accepted. “This is an issue we’ve had before, yes?”

“Yes, Ms.Weems,” he replied softly into his cup, his eyes moving to yours before his focus moved back to the drink.

“And what did we say the solution was, hmm?”

“If I want to do that with the wood chips then I should go off to the side where it won’t hit anyone..”

“That’s good, Connor. I’m glad you remembered that because we don’t want to have a repeat of-“

“But it wasn’t hitting anyone this time!! This time no one got hurt!!! Why can’t I keep doing it there!?!” The big outburst of energy from the small child caused a few things in close proximity to knock over with his quick feet and rapid moving arms. Some markers and a few plastic cups fell to the floor. The worst of it all was how his feet sent a chair down to the ground with a few large bangs that echoed throughout the room - the end of your foot breaking most of the fall…

The chair bounced off your foot and brought another wave of pain as it landed there again. At the first initial fall, a loud yelp left your lips as your eyes squeezed shut from the first wave of pain. You moved to catch yourself on a nearby desk as the chair settled itself on the floor. You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes before you could even process the severity of the situation.

Oh.. this certainly didn’t feel right.. You couldn’t bare to move your foot as an overwhelming warmth spread throughout your body - starting at the tip of your toes and quickly moving up to your head. Small waves of pain started there and made it hard to focus on anything else, making your body shudder as each one ran its course.

The sound of heels echoing down the hall registered in your mind, though the pain was so overwhelming that you didn’t give it your undivided attention or curiosity.

“It’s always so good to see you, Serenity. It’s lovely catching up with you. Let’s go ahead and grab little Connor, hmm? Right in here and- oh, y/n! Y/N?!” The beautiful accent filled your ears and eased the pain for what felt like seconds. Next thing you knew, the lovely woman was by your side softly rubbing your back. “My love, what happened?”

“Connor.. he-” you were cut off as another wave of pain vibrated through your body. She helped settle you on top of a desk and tried her best to get you to explain through the pain - every touch she gave was gentle and comforting, the love she held for you being transferred through her fingertips. Your throat burned as you attempted to get more words out, your breath running shorter by the second. “I-I don’t blame him- There.. was a little outburst but I understand why-”

Tears were now slipping from your eyes as the adrenaline slowly wore off - handing you the pain in tenfold as you held Larissa’s sleeves in a vice grip in attempt to ground yourself. Her eyes rapidly examined your face as she processed each of your words.

“Somethings broken..” You weakly managed to say, in between breaths.

Larissa, being the goddess she is, was able to handle the situation with a professional face - even if her insides were screaming at her to move and quickly get you to the hospital. She got the pair home and was able to update Olivia on the situation before helping you to the car. Her comfort never left you - a hand tracing patterns along your thigh and her angelic voice reminding you to breathe whenever your mind was too focused on the pain.

The trip to the hospital was a quick one - your wife becoming sick with worry after seeing you in so much pain caused her to make moves she wouldn’t normally make with a level head. By the time they had run all their tests and fully taken care of you, the sun had left the sky, causing the overcast atmosphere to run completely black.

Larissa walked into your room with an empathetic frown on her face. The sight of you in the hospital bed asleep with your foot elevated in a cast brought a spike of pain to her heart as she settled herself next to you. She brought your hand to her lips and kissed each of your knuckles.

“You really are something, Y/n..” She whispered, a small chuckle leaving her mouth.

You awoke a few moments later to a nice tingling feeling dancing patterns along your arm. As your eyes opened and took in the environment around you, your heart swelled as your eyes met captivating sapphire ones - you wife absentmindedly scratching along your forearm softly.

“Riss..?” You croaked out, your throat slightly dry form being out for so long. You attempted to sit up more, only to be met with a firm hand pushing you back down. You allowed the bed under you to capture your full weight as you watched your lovely wife grab a water bottle from beside her. She lifted it to your lips gently, waiting for you to drink, with her hand held out underneath to catch any water that would happen to slip from you.

“The doctor said we could go home whenever you woke, but I don’t want to leave here until you’re fully awake and ready, okay? One of your toes ended up breaking, so you’re going to have a cast for about four weeks, my love..” She brought the water down, after it seemed you had enough, as she answered all your unasked questions. “A crutch was given to you to refrain from putting too much weight on it.. and it’s advised to keep your foot elevated as much as you can..”

You threw your head back and let out a frustrated groan as the reality of the situation fully processed itself in your brain. “Can I go back to teaching though?” You asked, your voice laced with a bit of sadness because you didn’t want to set aside your passion for too long.

This caused the tall blonde to let out a loud laugh, you following in suit because you could never deny the bubbly feeling that rumbled in your chest every time you were able to make the sound come from your lover. She brought a hand up to stroke your cheek softly, your body naturally leaning into her touch.

“As your wife.. I’d appreciate if you took at least a few days off. As your boss, though.. I am making you take a few days off.” She said, laughing at her own comment. This was a little game she liked to play every so often and it never failed to make a smile grace your features. You loved how much she cared for you, and this little move was something you did to each other much more at the beginning of your relationship but said every now and then still.

After a while, you were ready to go home, ultimately just wanting to cuddle up with the sapphire beauty under some blankets and relish in each others company. Adjusting to the crutch was definately something that you would have to get used to, something your wife tried to hide her laugh at. The bruises from catching yourself so hard were making themselves known, after a while - something Larissa couldn’t help but notice.

Your determination brought you out of the room and far down the hall before you had to stop and allow your body to catch up. Just as you were about to start again, you felt two strong hands at your waist move to your upper back and your knees. Letting out a small yelp as you were lifted into the air, you looked back only to be met with your wife’s confident smirk being thrown back at you.

“Having some trouble?” She asked, the mirth laced in her tone caused you to let out a laugh.

“You know I had it.. but thank you, love..” You replied, nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck. With every breath you took, you inhaled more of her scent - the vanilla and rose making a warmth settle in your chest and a small blush sit on your cheeks. You truly would never grow tired of this.

“We can practice more as the weekend comes..” She said as you felt her strong strides make their way towards the outside of the hospital.

“I don’t know..” You said with a playful tone. “I could get used to this~ You could be my crutch,” you added with a giggle. The small comment made the blonde chuckle and look down at you. There was nothing but love and adoration in her eyes, and it never failed to give you butterflies.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek and kissed along her jaw to place an ending one on her lips, appreciating the light lipstick stains they left in their tracks. You settled back into the crook of her neck as exhaustion from the day was finally catching up to you.

“I love you, Riss.” You said as your eyes fluttered shut softly.

“I love you too, my darling girl.. Now, lets get you home.”

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𝐚/𝐧: hi everyone :)

I haven't been on my socials as much because I just finished my first week back at college (YAY FOUR DAY WEEKEND - i have no friday classes cuz my schedule worked out) so I'm still slightly adjusting

BUT!

I spend some of my free time trying to write so when I saw this ask I was ONE honored !! like guys this is my first ask this was so cute ! I hope you guys liked it ! and TWO i started on it right when I saw it. It's nice to get a little break form my other writing to get some more creativity flowing

I'll be on here and my other socials more on weekends since I don't have classes, but since this is a passion it won't be strictly weekends lmao. ill be floating arounnnnnndddd

I hope you enjoyed this one! I'll be changing my page around a bit after I post this so it's on my pinned :)

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐯𝐲𝐧

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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: (tagged anyone who asked/wanted to be on the "all works" taglist)

@eveymay

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[true-bugs]

hi! hope this is an alright question to ask, but i really really wanted to start adding IDs to my posts and stuff! im worried my IDs that ive done before are too long and detailed, so do you have any tips for ID writing? thank you in advance if you answer this!! =^.^=

QUESTIONS OF LOVE AND JOY

Tbh the biggest bit of advice I can give to anyone wanting to write IDs is that literally any ID is better than no ID even if you think it's too long. Genuinely just give it a shot and the more you do it the more you'll get a feel for it, just like any other skill!

If it's my own post, I start by identifying the type of image ("a screenshot of", "fanart of", "original character art of"), then identify the subject, then a quick verb or adjective about the subject. So

[ID: (image type) of (subject). (Subject) is (adjective and/or verb). End ID]

Yoinking my pfp: [ID: a PNG (image type) of a sticker sheet (subject) of holographic stars, moons and suns (adjective!). End ID]

Everyone who uses IDs will have different preferences for them. U could ask 20 people who require IDs for images about them and get 20 different answers. AFAIK the general consensus is that many prefer brief IDs because screen readers take yonks to read it out? But you do want to make sure you don't miss out relevant context.

IME the most accessible thing to do is write one directly under the original post (NO read more) and in plain text. small text (small text) or coloured text (coloured text) might or might not be picked up by screen readers but is gonna be difficult to read for many people with low vision, which is the main demographic IDs are used for.

uhh what else. There's a difference between an ID (image description under the post) and ALT text (embedded in the html of the image) and there's no single agreement on which is better (see paragraph 2) but sometimes a screen reader will skip the whole post if there's an image with no ALT text. Good practice is to put a very brief (1-2 sentences) in ALT text and the fuller ID under the post, like how my mutual's done it here.

There's more i could probably say but this is quite long whoops so linking some more posts about them for you here, here, here and here!

Also also if you want to make a huge difference to accessibility on your blog you can search through the notes of a post to see if there's already one (copy and paste it to your version if you want a different reblog chain! the writer won't mind!) and tag image posts with no ID as #undescribed or equivalent.

[caintooth]

perfume, cologne, fragrance and scented products in general are about to be EVERYWHERE in marketing and the beauty / self care / luxury industries i think

their product descriptions, ad campaigns, and fans and customers (myself included!) place so much weight on the idea of “wearing” an emotion, using scent as a way to craft personal identity, to help you embody extremely specific feelings— which i get from both a personal and marketing standpoint. it’s so intimate, it’s about crafting a specific sense of self which is immediately recognizable to all around you, and they don’t even have to look at you to pick up on it! it’s ephemeral storytelling which you carry around on your very being! it’s so… fantastical and mystical feeling! like a magical glamour! while also being SO grounded in the physicality of the world, one of our most honest and difficult to ignore senses, an instinct to smell and be smelled which is such a basic animal impulse… idk i do love it, i am guilty despite my critiques of the industry! because it is also industry. from the marketing perspective, obviously, this crafting of selfhood moment to moment, ever-adaptable and easy as purchasing a new product, is something our generation is soooo obsessed with rn. see: microtrends, -cores, aesthetics, hyper-specific “types of girls”, etc! tiktok is already hitting me with so many perfume ads and i know it’s going to be even more widespread very soon

there’s also something about like… the pandemic + wearing masks + the profound and undeniable human relationship to scent which i find slightly more difficult to articulate! i still wear a mask and believe it is a social, political, and public health necessity for everyone else to wear one, too. but i also do get, like i said, the raw desire for scent. it is a sense so linked to human memory, human daily life, human connection, eroticism, etc. and many people who are the primary consumers of perfume and other scented items have obviously, even if only subconsciously, felt extremely deprived of that the past several years. we have been so literally chemically sterilized of all smell.

in other words, we are yearning for the palette of the world— and perfume allows us to capture it, to hold it as close as our own skin, to bring it inside of us. to literally bottle, sell, and possess the essence of the natural resources our corporations are destroying, the natural world which we feel increasingly severed and isolated from… just a thought, for next time you see a perfume ad, or pick out a new scent for your bathroom hand soap.

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siren song - chapter 2*

previous chapter: chapter 1

next chapter: chapter 3

A/N: Thank you for all the love!!! I seriously cannot believe how much you guys are loving it! This is an extra long one, with some NSFW throughout (Ghost and Siren don’t get it on….. yet). The cantina mentioned is from the multiplayer map Las Almas but you don’t have to know that; I just thought it was cool :) Sorry for the long chess description, I just wanted an excuse to set up a match between Ghost and Siren later. Also, if you REALLY want to visualize the chess scene, go to the bottom of the post and copy and paste the numbers into the “Paste FEN/PGN(s)” slot at this link. Siren is the black set. Also, Siren is a bit fucked in the head when it comes to killing men, but that’s not without reason; we’ll get into it later.

Let me know what you think of the chapter!

Also, if you asked to be added to the taglist and you weren't, I may have just missed it! Just send me an ask!

Ghost

28 August 2022

0310, Classified location

Ghost calmly but swiftly gathered his things to shower and headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He forced out a breath and leaned his head back against the door, trying not to think about anything at all.

Because if he did think? 

He would be thinking of what the fuck he just did.

First, he didn’t know what possessed him to offer his aid. If it were most people, he would have just let them do it themselves. But she was… something else. A test of willpower if anything.

He turned on the fan and shower and looked at his masked face in the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink. His knuckles turned white as his mind replayed the feeling of her skin under his calloused hands, how it felt as he tightened his grip.

He closed his eyes and hung head, trying to will away the fire creeping through his veins and the blood rushing downwards.

“I prefer up close and personal”

He sucked in a breath through his teeth and shook his head.

Get a fucking grip, Riley

His index finger was so close to touching her that he felt the heat coming from her.

But there was one thing that he couldn’t fucking get out of his head:

The smell of her desire.

At that thought, Simon “Ghost” Riley fucking snapped.

He fumbled to undo his belt, not bothering to take it out of the loops before unzipping his pants. He pushed down a groan when he took himself in hand, desperate for relief. The Lieutenant spat into his hand and began to stroke himself with a sense of urgency and doing his all to muffle any noises by gritting his teeth.

Ghost tried to think about the last time he had gotten laid; a woman whose name he couldn’t remember laid under him on a cheap motel bed, his thrusts causing the headboard to hit the wall. The more he fantasized, the more the woman’s face turned into Siren’s, causing his cock to harden even further, an impressive feat.

What would she like? Would she want him to fuck her slow and dirty, causing her to jolt forward everytime he bottomed out? Would she want it fast and rough with bruises to show for it?

Before he could mentally scold himself for jacking off to his subordinate officer, the scene morphed into one mirroring the situation from earlier, him on his knees and her above him. Except this time, she was leaned back against a wall, leg thrown over his shoulder while he had his balaclava rolled up just enough to devour her completely. His tongue attacked her clit with a sense of purpose, set on making her cum so hard she couldn’t speak anything except to beg him for more.

One hand harshly gripped her backside and the other was two fingers deep inside her, pumping in and out to the tempo of her moans and the sound of her wetness. 

The visual of her moaning and begging to cum, normally so put together and headstrong, was enough to set him off, coating both his hand and part of the sink as he let out groan of pleasure.

As he regained his breath, he looked at himself and sighed.

“Bloody hell.”

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Siren

28 August 2022

0900, Classified location

Neither you or Ghost addressed what happened the night before.

Maybe that was a good thing since he was your commanding officer and you had a job to do. You had to maintain some form of professionallism.

That didn’t stop you from finger fucking yourself to the image of him last night.

Stress relief, you told yourself.

You sat in front of a chess board, Soap sitting across from you in deep thought and Ghost in the living room, cleaning his rifle. You had only just started, both moving pawns. Soap moved first with a King’s Pawn opening, and you responded by using your pawn to block his. The game started off very slow, each only making neccessary moves and nothing too drastic.

Soap began to try and be more aggressive, moving his bishop to an opening left by your moved pawns.

“Check,” he said. You quickly blocked his move, giving him two options: have the bishop take out a pawn and then be taken by another pawn or retreat. He chose the latter. However, you did not let him get too far away, chasing after his runaway bishop with the pawn it almost took out. You were now on the offensive, eventually taking a knight after a few more moves.

His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you continued playing. The next couple of moves were slow, both circling around each other, trying to find the moment the other makes a mistake.

“What’s your name?” he asked you around the 20th move.

Your heart jolted for a second. Not that you weren’t expecting that question; you had actually gotten it a lot, from many people. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like your name, it was that names held power. And you would never allow someone to hold a power like that over you again. When bad things happened, they happened to Siren, the woman who was a killer, a seducer, a phoenix who rose above the ashes. You protected whatever was left of your old self, not willing to let anyone or anything rip her from you any further. Only bits and pieces remained, but you clung to them like they were sacred, shielding them; enough happened to the girl who was born with your name. She deserved peace.

In fact, the only people still left alive who knew your name was Captain Price and General Shepard you assumed, since your past was only known to those who were there in the aftermath or with high enough clearance.

“Just Siren,” you replied, moving a pawn to take his unmoved queen since you reached the other side with the pawn, you replaced it with another queen of your own. In chess, the king may be the most desired piece to take, but the queen was by far the most powerful, the most cunning; able to move in any direction on the board without being confined to a certain number of spaces. Fitting, in your opinion. “Check.”

Your tone must have been enough to dissuade any further inqueries in that line of questioning. He immediately took your newfound queen via his king. The rest of the game was accompanied by comfortable silence, broken up by the sound of metal being disassembled and cleaned by Ghost. Eventually you had wittled him down to two pawns, a rook, and a king, while you held all your pieces plus another extra queen, save for a few lost pawns.

“Check,” you said, having your queen positioned for the kill. You could tell Soap was looking for a way out, but he had very few options. You noticed that you no longer heard Ghost cleaning his weapon, possibly also intrigued by the match taking place between his two Sergeants.

Soap moved it out of harms way but only barely; he was still beside your bishop, primed to take it out. Before that was possible though, you moved it in front of the king, making it so if the bishop was disposed of, your queen would be able to take the king.

His next move was to move his rook out of any harm’s way, maybe hoping to provide an opening to take out a major player of yours before the inevitable end. However, it wasn’t nearly enough. Your rook slid to the corner, seperated by one space from the king, making its only realy option of moving to situate diagnal to the rook and adjacent to the bishop. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled, knowing he was truly cornered.

You moved your second bishop directly diagnal, making it so any move the king made would get it taken out. 

“Check mate,” you said with a small smirk. 

He groaned but met your eyes with a smile, sticking his hand out.

“Good game, Siren. You’re a force to be reckoned with for sure.” You lightly chuckled and shook his hand. Chess was something you used to like Before, playing anyone you could find in the park. After, you were never really around people you could do things that low stakes with. You were always finding an angle, sleeping with a target, or killing someone. It was… nice for once.

“Ghost,” Soap called to him, “can you play?”

Ghost shrugged and locked eyes with you. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good.”

“We’ll have to play sometime,” you said, throwing him a wink.

“We’ll see.” 

—-

Siren

29 August 2022

1400, Plane en route to Las Almas

Shortly after the chess game, Laswell contacted Ghost and told him you all would be going to Las Almas in search of Hassan along with the Mexican Special Forces. 

You were currently in a private plane, sitting in front of a projector in between Soap and Ghost. Laswell’s voice came through a speaker, with maps of Las Almas being shown on the projector.

“Hassan was taken back into cartel protection in Las Almas. Mexican Special Forces confirmed. Hassan is moving something sizable towards the US. The cargo could be containers housing missiles.” 

Pictures of several containers were shown and they did look identical to what was found in the warehouse at Al Mazrah.

“We don’t know how many and we don’t know the targets,” Kate concluded.

General Shepherd’s voice cut in. “To find out we need to capture Hassan and bring him in for interrogation. We’ll send Soap, Ghost, and Siren to link up with the Mexican Special Forces in country along with all the manpower they need.”

“We can’t start a war in Mexico, General.” 

“Certainly not,” the General retorted. “I’ll task Phillip Graves and his Shadow company PMCs to assist. Their rules of engagement can help us cut some red tape and get this done.”

You watched the screen as pictures of Graves and some of his crew came up as well as a document regarding engaging hostiles.

“Mexican Special Forces have a general idea on where Hassan is but nothing concrete. It will be up to Siren to gather any possible intel on possible location. An electronic is preferred for tracing movement. Do whatever is necessary. Her mission starts at touch down.”

You could feel the eyes of both Ghost and Soap but all you did was stare straight ahead at your picture that popped up on the screen and let yourself begin to formulate a plan. 

‘Whatever is necessary’, you thought. So you had unofficial permission to kill if needed and that if the mission requires you to sleep with them, you better get it done. 

“Understood, sir. Let’s find Hassan.”

You stood up without saying a word, making a beeline for your tote bag. Not only did it house your tactical clothes, it also had civilian clothes you had specifically picked out as well as makeup and a collection of knives. 

You headed to the airplane bathroom and grabbed some “appropriate” clothing; appropriate in the sense of the weather and the target. Short jean shorts, a way-too-thin white tank top and a light pink, lacy push-up bra that you made sure was visible. Just in case, you put on matching underwear as well. When you first started working, it began to make more and more sense to wear a wire, especially for high stakes situations. So, for those times, you sewed in a place in some of your bras that could conceal a wire but still record information clearly.

As you began to put on makeup, you started to come up with a backstory. You were an American college student, Abigail, 23 years old. You were on the last few days of summer break and wanted to experience all Las Almas had to offer. You figured the dumb American girl act wouldn’t be questioned. When it came to the Russian Ground Forces soldier, you took on a more forward persona; he was a nervous mess that clearly didn’t get hit on very often. This time though, you would need to be more submissive, more shy, more controllable. You needed to make them make the first move.

You put on your makeup, making sure to cover any dark circles, and brighten up your eyes with white liner, finishing with a light gloss. You wanted to be what men wanted when they say they prefer “natural” beauty.

You took your hair down from its place on your head and let it fall in waves down to past your shoulders.

Of course, you couldn’t go in without any protection; you shoved a small, curved knife, a favorite of yours, into your pocket. It was small enough that the outline could not be seen but still deadly all the same.

You looked in the mirror and smirked at the woman you saw staring back. She was a real looker, sure to capture any man she set her sights on. And yet, she wasn’t too obvious either in her goals; subtle enough that she wasn’t the center of the room, but just enough that once someone did take notice, they’d be caught in her orbit. Just before you walked out, you threw on a jacket and zipped it up, almost all the way up. You didn’t need take on your persona just yet.

You exited the bathroom, getting used to wearing flats after being in boots for so long.

“Jesus,” Soap breathed out, being the first of the two to see you. Ghost turned to look over his shoulder and did a double take. Both of them took a second, silently taking in your long legs and made-up face, so different than your normal clothes.

“Where are your clothes, Sergeant?” Ghost asked sternly after getting over the apparent shock of seeing your new appearance.

“In my bag if you must know,” you said nonchalantly, sitting back in your original seat. “I have a mission, Lieutenant. This is part of it.”

While he didn’t ask any more questions, you could still feel the heat of his gaze roaming to the bare skin of your legs.

—

Siren

29 August 2022

1500, Mexican Special Forces base, Las Almas

As soon as the three of you came off the plane, you were met with a Hispanic man you could assume to be Alejandro since he matched the photos in the brief.

“Alejandro!” Soap called out.

“Sergeant MacTavish,” he greeted.

“Call me Soap.”

“Lieutenant,” Alejandro began, looking at Ghost. “Laswell says they call you Ghost.”

“Actually, I believe he prefers to be—“ Soap started but was quickly cut off by Ghost.

“That’ll do.” The exchange made you chuckle slightly, earning a look from Ghost and a smile of approval from Soap.

Alejandro turned to you, giving you a grin. “Ah, and you must be la sirena. You a have an important job today. We’ll brief you in the van.”

You returned the smile and nodded.

“Welcome to the ‘city of souls’.” Alejandro said, gesturing for you three to follow him as he walked.

“I’ve never been to Mexico,” Soap stated. 

“This isn’t Mexico… This is Las Almas.” Alejandro gestured to the surrounding area.

“Shepherd’s contractors are inbound to reinforce. They’re bringing hardware, they’ll need room.” Ghost told him.

“My base is your base.”

“Good,” Ghost replied. “Now, where’s Hassan?”

“The cartel has many safehouses around. We’re not sure which one he’s in. We can’t scare them off again, so we need to know for sure. Laswell told me la sirena can accomplish this?” He said, bringing the three of you to a black van.

“Yes,” you cut in before anyone else could speak. “Yes, I can.”

“Get in,” Alejandro said, opening the car door.

He got into the front while Ghost and Soap sat in the first row of seats and you climbed into the second row. A man was already in the driver’s seat, promptly introduced by Alejandro.

“This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”

Rodolfo glanced in the rearview mirror at the three of you and mumbled to Alejandro, “Tengo miedo de los fantasmas…” 

You snorted at the comment while Alejandro turned to the three of you.

“You know Spanish?”

“A bit,” you replied.

“No,” Soap said at the same time.

“You will…” Alejandro trailed off, turning back to face the front.

—

“We’re taking you to a well-known spot for Narcos. The cantina, near the market.” Alejandro said, looking at you in the rearview.

“Any specific target in mind?” You asked.

Alejandro handed you a picture. “Anyone with this tattoo.” It was a picture of a rose with two daggers crossed through it. “It’s the symbol of the Las Almas cartel.”

“Got a wire?” 

“On the floor in a small box,” Rodolfo replied over his shoulder.

You found the box and turned around, facing the trunk doors, not really wanting everyone to see you struggling to shove a wire through a small compartment in your bra. You unzipped your jacket and pulled the tank to the side. 

“Is there anywhere I can get the target alone?” you asked, trying to push the wire through.

“There is a bathroom outside. You’ll have to walk through an alleyway to get to it but its isolated,” Alejandro answered.

“Fuck,” you muttered, missing the small opening. “And how should I dispose of them? Does it matter?”

“Kill them however you want,” Alejandro said with a shrug. “It is not odd for a narco to end up dead; they’ll blame it on a rival.”

“What about backup?” Ghost interrupted, speaking for the first time since getting in the car. You finally were able to get the wire through and zipped the jacket back up before turning back towards the front.

“Well,” Alejandro started, “the cartel would recognize us as Los Vaqueros, cowboys, their name for us. Your mask would draw too much attention. That leaves Soap. He’ll wear a comms device and can let us know if we need to step in.”

“It won’t come to that,” you assure Alejandro, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Do not come in after me,” you continued with a serious tone, looking mostly at Ghost and Soap’s reflections. “I don’t care what you think is going on. It’s all an act. If I’m really in trouble I’ll say your names, but anything else, stay out of it. This is my job.”

“Jesus,” Soap commented. “What the hell are you planning on doing?”

“Whatever is necessary.”

——

Siren

29 August 2022

1715, Market parking lot

“Alright let’s get this show on the road,” you said, abandoning your jacket in the back seat. “Does the wire work?”

“Yes, you’re coming through clear,” Rodolfo said, holding a device connected to a pair of headphones. You stood, ready to move through the opening between Ghost and Soap’s seat to then exit after Soap but an arm blocked your path. Specifically, a tattooed arm belonging to Ghost. 

“Is there a problem, Lieutenant?” You asked pointedly. Since he didn’t seem to be moving anytime soon you sat back down. He didn’t bother turning but instead looked at you through the rearview mirror and for a split second his eyes flickered downwards before darting back up. When they met yours once again, they displayed nothing other than cold steel. 

“Go over the plan.”

You lightly rolled your eyes. You could see why there was a concern, especially since none of the people you worked with besides Laswell, Shepherd, and Price knew how often you did this sort of thing. And this is very low stakes compared to other assignments, having backup is rare. But still, it was a bit annoying having to confirm your plan more than once.

“I’m going to find a target,” you said beginning to count on your fingers, “get him alone, kill him, and steal his phone. You’ll be here in the very, very slim chance I need backup.” 

I don’t know how much I’m convinced this is necessary, his eyes said.

I know what I’m doing, yours replied.

Both of you were silent for a moment before he spoke.

“Don’t get yourself killed.” Ghost ordered, moving his arm, allowing you to step outside with Soap. You could tell he was purposefully not looking at you, probably out of some sign of respect. You shook your head but didn’t mention it.

“Okay, so, I’ll go in first,” you told Soap. “Come in later so it doesn’t look like we’re together.”

“Roger that.”

You walked away from the van and away from Siren, instead stepping into the shoes of Abigail. Any tension you visibly held had melted off your shoulders as you walked, mirroring that of a carefree college student on summer break. You fixed your expression into one of soft eyes and sweet smile but made sure to sway your hips, playing the dichotomy of a good girl and a tease.

You made sure to look around at the colorful buildings around you, on one hand making a show of being a tourist but also spotting the alley you would take your target through. Las Almas really was beautiful; it was a shame they had such a problem with the cartel. At least you would be taking care of at least one member tonight.

Music and conversation bombarded your senses as you walked in along with the smell of alcohol. It was surprisingly very busy for being a little after 5PM. You got some stares as you walked further into the building, but no one stopped you or paid you too much mind. The bar was L-shaped with an open seat on the short segment, allowing you to see the rest of the patrons. The universe must have been feeling generous because in perfect eyeline was a group of men, with the tattoo Alejandro showed you on various points of their bodies. You could see the bartender laughing along with them.

Perfect, you thought. This provided you with a great opportunity to use the bartender to further your plan since he was clearly friendly with them.

Leaving the group of narcos, he approached you, throwing a charming grin your way. 

“Hola, hermosa. ¿Qué te traigo?”

You gave him an embarrassed smile and told him, “No hablo español,” making sure to emphasize the lack of good pronunciation.

“Ah, American?” You nodded. “No problem, what can I get you?”

“Just a shot of tequila to start with, please,” you said with a sweet smile. It would work in your favor if everyone believed you were tipsy. In reality you could drink most people under the table due to years of practice which worked out in this instance.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Soap enter, taking a seat at a side table across the room with a perfect angle to see the bar.

You were already out of place with being American and a lone woman at the bar so it didn’t take long for you to garner sustained stares. You made sure not to meet any, giving off the air of obliviousness.

The bartender returned with your shot which you promptly downed, fake coughing and scrunching up your face. He chuckled at your act. “First shot of tequila?”

“How’d you guess?” You asked with a weak smile and self-deprecating laugh.

“How about something else?”

“I’ll wait a minute,” you replied with a grin, “I have to recover from the shot first.”

With that, he walked to the group of narcos and said something that made them laugh, likely about your “inexperience” with alcohol, and took a few orders.

Again, you made a show of looking around at the artwork adorning the walls but not returning any of the looks you could feel roaming your body, from your face to your chest to your legs.

The bartender soon returned, this time placing a margarita in front of you.

“What’s this?” you asked him.

“The caballero over there ordered it for you. Said you may like this a little better.” The bartender pointed to a man with a cartel tattoo on his shoulder who was already looking at you. You gave him a shy smile and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear.

You watched him whisper something in his friend’s ear before getting up and making his way to you.

Yes, that’s right, you thought. 

You felt a warm palm on the small of your back and then a presence made itself known behind your shoulder.

“Hola cariña,” he said, sounding like he was sporting a grin. “I thought you may want to try something with a little less kick.”

“Hi,” you said in that sweet voice of yours. You turned your stool around to face him and looked up at his face with a wide-eyed expression. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“Try it for me, princesa.”

A little heavy on the nicknames but whatever works, you thought as you brought the glass to your lips without breaking eye contact. 

You feigned a look of surprise before looking down at the drink and then back up.

“Wow,” you said, “this is, like, really really good!”

“What’s your name?”

“Abigail,” you replied. “What’s yours?”

“Miguel,” he answered with a grin. Before he said anything else, he took your hand and gave it a slow kiss on the knuckles. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in Las Almas?”

You held your breath for a second or two as soon as you heard “pretty girl” to create some redness mimicking a light blush, the alcohol also aiding in that.

“I’m on summer break from college,” you answered, “I haven’t been able to meet too many people since I don’t know anyone, though. You’re the first person I’ve really talked to.” You made sure to turn up your signature vulnerable face; irresistible to guys like him.

“I’m honored,” he said, “I can introduce you to more people if you want. They’re friendly, I promise.”

You smiled and nodded, taking the hand he held out and making sure to bring your drink.

You glanced over to where Soap was and found his lips moving, likely mumbling into the comms.

“Amigos, meet Abigail.”

You heard several greetings and beamed at Miguel, aiming to seem tipsier. He sat in the seat he had previously abandoned and instead of allowing you to sit in your own, he snuck a hand around your midsection and pulled you back to half sit on his lap, facing his friends.

His hands inevitably began to wander from their places on your hip and his own thigh. Miguel’s hand crept under your tank to rest on your waist while his other found a place on the inside of your thigh. 

You made your breath hitch and jerked back into his touch. 

You continued to drink more and got more liberal with your own touches. He sat sideways, facing his friends while you were perched on his leg closest to the bar, facing the entrance. You had a hand snaked through the hair at the base of his skull while the other caressed one of his arms.

It didn’t take long of you sitting and giggling at his cheesy jokes before he pulled the hair away from one side of your neck and began to place light kisses on the junction of your neck and shoulder, eliciting a pleased hum from you. His friends seemed to become emersed in their own conversation, occasionally glancing to you and Miguel. The kisses on your neck soon travelled upwards, stopping at your jaw. He turned your face towards his, looking at your dazed expression before capturing your lips. Now this guy was not as bad as the Russian Ground Forces officer, but still, nothing amazing. But then again, you’ve never really shared a “amazing” kiss with anybody in your life.

The hand resting on your waist travelled to cup your breast through the bra, lightly squeezing in response to a moan you made into the kiss. Miguel returned to kissing your neck, this time sucking as well, making you let loose a couple of more quiet moans that sounded very real to anyone who didn’t know you.

You looked at Soap who was pointedly looking elsewhere and watched him subtly point to his watch. 

Alright time to strike, you thought.

“Miguel,” you said in a breathless tone, “I want to show you somewhere I found.”

“I’m enjoying myself here, Abigail.”

Internally you rolled your eyes.

You moved a hand from his chest and squeezed his cock through his pants, making him choke on a groan. “I think you’ll be really interested in this place. Maybe you could show me something too…”

“Alright, princesa, show the way.”

You wasted no time, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bar and to the alley.

You felt yourself become giddier, finally getting to the more fun part. Your prey was truly hooked, just waiting for you to strike. 

But instead of going straight to the bathroom, you stopped in the alley. You just weren’t done toying with him yet; you loved this part. You loved it when they got so worked up, thinking they were going to get lucky when really, they were dancing with a devil. This is when you felt most like your namesake. You lured them in, singing sweet melodies to get them close, only to then drag them down under the waves. 

You loved the control.

You leaned back against the wall and pulled Miguel forward; He got the message and pushed his body against yours, shoving a hand up your tank top and under your bra, grabbing your bare breast while his tongue explored your mouth. 

Another hand of his crept downwards, slowly applying pressure to your heat through your jean shorts. I should probably start to move towards the bathroom.

“Feels so good…” you absentmindedly mumbled against his lips, rocking your hips into his hand and letting out a small sound each time. Man, I wish this was someone else.

A masked face crept into your mind before you could stop it. That was enough to jolt you out of your adrenaline-fueled mind and turn your focus back on the main mission.

“I need you,” you whined, pushing him back slightly. “Let’s go to that place I told you about. It’s super close.”

He relented his motions and let you lead him out of the alley and directly to the isolated bathroom, seemingly empty.

You flung the door open, pulled him in, and locked it behind you; you didn’t need anyone to stumble across what you were doing.

Miguel, emboldened by your manufactured urgency, pushed you against the door and attacked your lips once again. He quickly grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up over your head, glancing at your lace-covered breasts.

“Dios mio…”

Adrenaline began really flowing now not because of his touch, but in anticipation of what you were going to do. 

Before he could start touching you again, you undid his pants in order to grasp him through his underwear, eliciting a groan. You really only did this so he would close his eyes and not notice you grabbing your knife.

Sorry about this Miguel… Not really.

You quickly slit his throat, watching as he fell to his knees, making unintelligible noises. Fortunately for him, you were good with a blade and he died quickly. Only with the really evil ones did you draw it out.

You found his phone in his pocket, the time reading 6:45. Damn you did take your time a little bit.

“Soap, Ghost, I found the phone. I’m coming back to the car,” you said, knowing they could probably hear it through the wire.

In the mirror you could see blood was spattered across your upper body and face, but you had a slightly crazed grin on your face, giddy at a job well done. You were no longer Abigail; you were Siren, through and through.

You wiped off the most obvious blood stains and threw your tank back on, covering any on your torso. Anything else you could clean back at the base.

You made your way across the parking lot to the van and the backseat door opened before you could open it yourself. Soap gave you a look that was a cross between bewildered and congratulatory. Alejandro turned and held out his hand into which you placed the blood-smudged phone.

Ghost glanced at the blood on you but otherwise didn’t say anything. Odd, but he was a man of few words.

“Laswell,” Alejandro spoke into his comms, “we got a phone, on the way back to the base for decryption.”

——

Ghost

29 August 2022

1745, Market parking lot, Las Almas

He wanted to kill her.

Between the outfit and having to listen to her flirt with some random narco, he was at his wits end.

“I can introduce you to more people if you want. They’re friendly, I promise.” Ghost heard this “Miguel” say to Siren.

Soap cut in over the comms, “Damn, I know why they call her Siren now. She’s really good at this.”

Ghost listened for the next fifteen minutes to her laughing at that fucker’s jokes before hearing her breath hitch and subsequent sounds of fabric being squeezed.

“Alright,” Soap said, “we’re getting somewhere. He definitely is not bothered by an audience.”

Ghost closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what was going on. As if her small noises didn’t spell out exactly what was happening. The sounds of lips meeting and muffled moans also clued him in to exactly what was going on.

He wasn’t mad because it was Siren doing it, he told himself, he was mad because it put her in unnecessary danger.

“Watcher-1 to Bravo-7, how copy?”

“Siren is with the target now. Are you sure this is going to work?”

“Yes, I am sure. Siren excels at this. However, we need to get a move on,” Laswell said.

“Roger that.” Ghost replied. He had to put his anger aside and focus on the mission. He could be pissed at Siren later but now called for cool and collected.

“Johnny,” Ghost hailed to Soap. “We need to get a move on.”

“Copy.”

Soap must have found some way to tell Siren to hurry the fuck up because the next thing he heard was a breathy Siren telling the narco, “Miguel, I want to show you somewhere I found.”

“I’m enjoying myself here, Abigail.”

Ghost then heard a male moan and Siren saying, “I think you’ll be really interested in this place. Maybe you could show me something too…”

“Alright, princesa, show the way.”

Ghost wanted to punch something.

“Siren is making her way out, target in tow. I’ll trail behind them.” Soap reported.

“Rog.” 

Thank fuck it was almost over. At least that’s what he thought until she stopped on the way to the bathroom to continue fooling around, obvious by the sound of her back hitting the wall.

“What the hell is she doing?” he asked, irritation spiking.

“Playing with her food, I think,” Soap replied.

“Feels so good…” Ghost heard her say quietly, accompanied by small, rhythmic noises of apparent pleasure. 

Just before he was about to tell Soap to somehow intervene, Siren finally left the alley.

“Target entering bathroom with Siren.”

Ghost heard a crash of lips and a muttered “Dios mio…”

What really caught his attention was the obvious sound of a zipper being undone and a loud groan. 

He clenched his teeth, trying to contain his… feelings about the current situation. 

And finally, fucking finally, Ghost heard the telltale sounds of mangled gasping and a thud.

“Soap, Ghost, I found the phone. I’m coming back to the car.”

When she entered, he only just looked at her briefly. Her hair was a little messed up and blood was speckled over her body. That damn lace bra was still showing though, now also sporting some blood. Despite the mess, Siren’s eyes were gleeful as she handed the phone to Alejandro. Ghost had to look away before he lost control of himself.

—

Siren

29 August 2022

1900, Mexican Special Forces base, Las Almas

The drive was fairly quiet, and you were okay with that, silently going over what happened in your head. A good show on your part, you thought.

When you got back to the base, you began to walk towards the nearest bathroom to rinse the rest of the blood off, but Ghost grabbed your wrist in a harsh grip and practically dragged you behind him.

“What the fuck, Ghost?” you asked him incredulously. He didn’t answer your protest but instead found the nearest interrogation room and pushed you inside it.

“Can I help you?” You asked, watching him lock the door. Again, he didn’t answer but instead of just talking to you like a normal person, he gripped your shoulders and pushed you against the nearest wall, making you look up at him. You never really noticed how tall he was until now.

“What the fuck was that?” he demanded in a quiet, but deadly tone.

“What was what?” you asked lazily, rolling your eyes and going to move his hands off your shoulders. Apparently, that wasn’t the right move because he grabbed your wrists with his hands and held them on either side of your head, leaning in close.

Now, maybe normal people would be scared; he was a killer and he sure was intimidating with the mask. You weren’t normal people, though. You were also a killer.

This was kind of doing it for you. You could feel yourself getting more and more aroused at his manhandling.

Not that you would tell him that.

“What happened to taking the target straight to the bathroom?” 

“I was making sure he was hooked!” you defended. “I know what I’m fucking doing, Ghost. I was the one who found out Ghorbani was meeting with the Russians, you know. I’ve been doing this a fucking long time!” His eyes widened slightly, informing you that he did not know about your part in that mission.

“You know what I think?” His face got even closer, allowing you to see individual flecks of pigment in his eyes.

“What?” you whispered, a little enamored by the closeness.

“I think you fucking liked it. Did you, Sergeant?” 

You scoffed. “You think men like that can please me, Lieutenant? Everything is fake. I like reeling them in and killing them but that’s about it.”

“Men like that?” he questioned, his deep voice going straight to your core.

“Weak men,” you said with a sneer. “All my targets are weak. And none of them have ever given me pleasure. I hope you can sleep soundly at night now.” His grip tightened on your wrists and he looked at your smirk with anger and a dash of heat in his eyes.

Just as he opened his mouth to come up with some retort to your smart remark, he tilted his head to the side, listening.

He released your wrists and brought his hand up to press the speak button on his comms.

“Roger that. We’ll be there.”

He turned to you, taking a second to unabashedly look you up and down, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“They got a hit on the phone and want us in the briefing room. Put this on,” He took off his jacket and threw it to you, leaving him in a short-sleeved shirt. “Let’s go.”

Without any comment on what just happened, he turned and left the room. You stood against the wall for a second longer before putting on the jacket. It was entirely to big for you, falling to your mid-thigh, but you found yourself pushing down another bout of arousal at the thought of how much bigger he was than you.

You shook your head of any further thoughts like that and walked out of the door, trying to catch up with his long stride.

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1. e4 e5 2. Nc3 d6 3. Nf3 f6 4. Bb5+ c6 5. Bc4 c5 6. Nb5 a6 7. a3 axb5 8. Bf1 h5 9. b3 Qd7 10. Rb1 c4 11. d4 d5 12. h3 g5 13. Ra1 b4 14. Be3 dxe4 15. Bc1 exf3 16. gxf3 cxb3 17. Rg1 Qc7 18. Ke2 bxc2 19. Rg2 cxd1=Q+ 20. Kxd1 bxa3 21. Bd2 Bxh3 22. Rb1 Bf5 23. Ke2 Bxb1 24. Ke3 exd4+ 25. Kxd4 Qd7+ 26. Ke3 Bc5+ 27. Ke2 Bd3+ 28. Ke1 Bb1 29. Rg3 Qe7+ 30. Be2 b5 31. Bc3 Ra4 32. Rg2 b4 33. Bd2 a2 34. Rg1 a1=Q 35. Bxg5 fxg5 36. Rf1 Qc3+ 37. Kd1 Qd7+ 38. Bd3 Qcxd3+ 39. Kc1 Bc2 40. Rh1 Ra1+ 41. Kb2 Bd4

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