#multi-handler

[nicotinepigeon-911]

Yes I have spent the past two hours of my life losing my mind over the single line, "Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky"

Why do you ask?

[multi-lefaiye]

jfkls;adjf thinking about. a pair of characters paired together as part of some kind of research expedition. one character is the actual scientist, and the other is the hired muscle who's supposed to protect them. and they each fucking hate each other and struggle to work together.

i do not have much so far but i am brewing some ideas!! idk what this is

[kivaember]

Title: knives in hand, we're innocent lambs Rating: M Pairing: Sulla/Walter Tags/CW: Pre-Canon, Slow Burn, Medical Trauma, Human Experimentation, Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Complicated Relationships, Childhood Trauma, Unreliable Narrator, Morally Ambiguous Character, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Time Skips, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) Summary: The augmentation trials violently changed the trajectory of Sulla’s life, this was true… …but meeting Walter Kohler was just as fateful. or; Sulla and Walter's relationship, from their first meeting to their very last. Current Chapter: 1

[thegreathomestuckreread]

job hunting got me looking into getting certifications that i will never use again

[frostgears]

summer on Kepler-452b means painting rainbow stripes on the side of your medium enforcement mech and supplementing the Willy Pete with glitter.

you're new. you were a stationer, an orbital kid raised on scant oxygen, and you fuss about operational efficiency. "don't worry about it," everyone explained. "it's tradition." Command authorizes it every year. a company mechanic read you the bulletin for this local year. the bulletin says the same thing she did: it's a chain of tradition stretching centuries and thousands of light years back to a holiday on the motherwell. Old Terra herself.

"but why? what does it all mean? why rainbows? why glitter?"

"don't worry about it, kitten. nobody really knows."

"Handler!" you gasp. you didn't hear him come in. you're so lucky to have him here. he's always so busy, but if he's willing to make time for you despite your silly questions, maybe your secret goal isn't as unrealistic as it seems sometimes.

he gently ruffles your hair. "all we know is, for as long as mankind has been settling the scattered worlds, in the summer, we wear rainbows, and we say the words. it's a celebration of everything we have to be proud of. happy pride, kitten. just say it with me."

"happy pride," you say, smiling, as you fall into his warm and comforting lap and get comfortable with a bit of strategic wiggling.

you still don't know what the deal is, but if he doesn't care, you suppose you don't need to either. you'll pack your incendiaries and tracers with sparkly multi-hued foil bits and have the maintenance crew update your paint scheme, just like everyone else does. whatever gets you through your tour in his good graces so you can settle down to the real work: getting out of the cockpit, bearing the next generation of pilots, and raising them to someday work with handlers nearly as good as yours.

you briefly look over, smug, at the mechanic. this is your handler, not hers. mechanics don't have handlers; how would that even work? whatever the hell "happy pride" means, you're almost certain you'll be having a happier pride than her. □

[technoarcanist]

WAR NEVER CHANGES. BUT,

WARFARE NEVER STOPS CHANGING

"I've seen countless reasons why most mech pilots don't make the cut, but one of the largest hurdles are the physical alterations. The implants and modifications done to the fleshware is so extreme that it's enough to push most would-be pilots away from day 1.

Back in the day, when mech tech was still in its wild west years, when the technology was still in its infancy, things were different. Levers, joysticks, switches, a chair, most of the first models were something between the cockpit of a construction vehicle and a fighter ship.

Pilots in those days still consisted largely of the usual suspects. Test pilots, army jocks, space force veterans looking for something new, the occasional crazy who lucked their way up the ranks. All you needed back then was to be fit enough to work complex machinery. 'Handler's wouldn't be a coined phrase for nearly a decade. I still remember being a kid and seeing repurposed older models in the mech fighting streams.

Everything changed with the Bidirectional Cerebellum Computer Interface. To say nothing of how it changed civilian life, it was a military marvel. The BiCCI saw the creation of Mechs as we understand them today. The first generation were just retrofits, older models with a pilot's chair, and even manual controls to use in an emergency, but even then we knew that was only temporary. Before long, sleek frames of sharp angles, railguns and plasma cannons were rolling off the factory floor.

Like many things, it began small, optimising first for cockpit space by removing the manual controls. Before long, my then-supervisors thought, "Why have this glass? Why not hook the pilot's eyesight right into the advanced multi-spectral camera system? Before long, cockpits were but soft harnesses made to house a living body, their very soul wired into the machinery. Obviously, for security reasons, I cannot tell you everything about how our latest cockpits work, but suffice to say we've been further blurring the line between pilot and frame ever since.

This drew a very different crowd. Out were the army jocks and powerlifters. The only ones who even dared to have the interface hardware installed into their brainstem and spinal cord were the dispossessed, the misanthropes, those who sought not to control their new body, but to be controlled by it. No AI can work a mech properly on its own, but our pilots are never really in full control either anymore. Those who do try to go against the symbiosis get a nosebleed at best, and vegetative seizures at worst.

And that was that. The only people left who pilots these things are those who had already been broken, those who sougt a permenant reprive from being anything resembling human. A lot of my department quit around this time. I've lost a few friends over it, I'm not shy to say. Did we knew we'd be bringing in the more vulnerable people? Of course we did. But, the wheels of progress must turn, as they say, and it wasn't like we were shy of volunteers.

In our latest models, we have refined an even more advanced frame. Again, security detail prevents me from divulging too much, but one breakthrough we've made is decreasing action latency by approximately 0.02s by amputating the limbs from our pilots and replacing them with neural interface pads.

Using the pads where the limbs once were, pilots are screwed directly into the cockpit, which itself can now be 30% smaller thanks to the saved space. And, of course, we provide basic humanoid cybernetics as part of their employment contract while they are with us. Not that most of them are ever voluntarily out of their cockpits long enough to make use of them. Even removing the tubes from their orifices for routine cleaning incurs a large level of resistence.

And, yes, some of them scream, some of them break, some become so catatonic that they might as well be a peripheral processor for their mech's AI. But not a single one, not even one pilot, in all the dolls i've ever trained, have ever accepted the holidays we offer, the retirement packages, the stipends.

As you say, there are those who like to call me a monster for my work. I can see why. After all, they don't see the way my pilots' crotches dribble when I tell them I'll be cutting away their limbs, or the little moans they try to hide when we first meet and I explain that they'd forever be on the same resource level as a machine hereafter.

Those who call me a monster don't realise that, even after going public with how we operate our pilots, even after ramping up mech frame production, we still have more than twice as many volunteers as frames.

Those who call me a monster cannot accept that my pilots are far happier as a piece of meat in a machine of death than as the shell of a human they once were.

Those who call me a monster never consider the world my pilots grew up in to make them suitable candidates in the first place."

-Dr Francine Heathwich EngD

Dept. Cybernetic Technologies @ Dynaframe Industries

[In response to human rights violations accusations levied by the Pilot Rehabilitation Foundation]

[cantareincminor]

My SxF Writing

When I first got into Spy x Family I had no idea I would write so many fics for it! Keeping track of it has gotten a bit unwieldy so here is a masterlist.

Completed Works

Orpheus: 350K words, mole hunt arc canon divergence fic where Yuri is critically injured in the sewers, leading to catastrophic consequences for Twilight. The fic I'm proudest of, and the most personally meaningful.

From Ostania with Love: Orpheus universe, comedy fic where years later, Twilight and Yor watch a Hollywood movie about themselves.

In the Sunlight: Orpheus universe, one-shot where Twilight and Yor recover their intimacy after the traumatic events near the end of Orpheus.

Form: My first fic in the SxF fandom! An identity reveal one-shot on how Twilight and Yor view each other before and after their truths come to light.

Tummy Troubles: Crack fic where Twilight embarrasses himself in the worst way in front of his cover family, only to find he is loved and accepted regardless.

What Friends Are For: Crack fic where Twilight begrudgingly helps Franky learn how to date by disguising himself as an attractive woman.

Every Stitch a Memory: One-shot where Loid intends to donate Anya's old clothes, unintentionally evoking sad memories for Yor and bringing her conflicted feelings about her "fake" husband to the surface.

Not With A Bang: Sequel one-shot to Every Stitch a Memory where Twilight and Yor come clean to each other.

Air: AU one-shot (for now?) where Twilight and Thorn Princess meet on the job.

Heaven’s Knife: One-shot for Twiyor Fluff Weekend 2024. Yor and Loid attend Camilla’s wedding pre-reveal, and experience a series of firsts.

Of Christmas Future: Three-part Christmas fic where Anya and Franky stage a Bondman-themed play to cheer Twilight up for the holidays.

Good for Goodness' Sake: Three-part Christmas fluff fic where Franky finds a job as a mall elf to make some cash! Crazy shenanigans ensue! (Gift for @juuyeah)

From the Seabed: One-shot spinoff of @unhappy-sometimes' fic After peace. Twilight struggles with caring for Anya and the memories of his own childhood that she evokes.

Served Warm: Shorter multi-chap fic that diverges from canon during Yuri's first visit to the Forger home. Yor kisses Loid and works through her regret and conflicted feelings over time.

WIPs

Yesterday's Enemy is Today's Girlfriend: Orpheus universe, Franky/Chloe fic where the former informant and SSS agent get to know each other and settle in Westalis.

The Magical and the Mundane: Orpheus universe, TwiYor pregnancy fic told from Yor's POV.

Forever Family: Serious and somewhat dark fic about Anya's previous adoptive families and orphanages.

21 Eden Street: Collab with the amazing @unhappy-sometimes! Crack fic where Twilight and Franky go undercover as students at Eden to infiltrate a drug ring.

The Signal and the Smoke: Orpheus universe, Handler x SSS Lieutenant fic. Two former enemies get to know each other in an era of peace.

Before Forever: fan continuation of @unhappy-sometimes' After peace, where Loid and Yor navigate the beginning of their relationship in early retirement and peacetime.

Discarded Snippets

Orpheus original opening scene

Orpheus Ch. 14: Twilight and Sylvia conversation

Orpheus Ch. 20: Twilight picks up Anya and Yor

Orpheus Ch. 29: Happier chapter ending

Fanart

Orpheus Ch. 3: Ghosts by @hazardous-lightdas12

Orpheus Ch. 4: Twilight hugs Bond by @aerequets

Orpheus Ch. 32: Liars and Killers by @unhappy-sometimes

Orpheus Ch. 48: "Elegant" by @roucaelum-art

Orpheus Ch. 57: Loid and Franky hug by @juuyeah

Orpheus playlist by @spencer-is-someone -- not fanart but I am so grateful for it!

Yesterday's Enemy is Today's Girlfriend Ch. 15: Franky's mother by @juuyeah

What Friends are For: Gisela by @hazardous-lightdas12

21 Eden Street Cover Art by @unhappy-sometimes

Air by @unhappy-sometimes

The Signal and the Smoke by @unhappy-sometimes

[doberbutts]

The Flying Trot is just as much of a specialized gait as the Double Suspension Gallop and it annoys the bejesus out of me when people mistakenly label it as "regular movement".

A GSD in movement at a dog show is actively pulling at the end of its leash, out in front of the handler, in a flying trot which requires more power and less energy from the dog than most other breeds in the motion portion of a conformation show. Sushi- my GSMD- by comparison trots slowly while next to me, loose leash or with any tension coming from *me*/her handler, while just sort of moseying along. A GSD is encouraged to hover just before breaking into a full run- a pace faster than most humans can keep up with which is why the dog is out in front instead of beside the handler- while appearing effortless and without overly tiring the dog.

This is because as a herding breed, the GSD is intended to be a living fence, circling the flock in the pasture for hours at this pace, without tiring or losing strength and stamina.

The GSMD is also a herding breed- but as cattle drovers they are intended more for pushing stock that actively fights back, and can be a bit hard on sheep as a result. As a multi-purpose utility farm dog created on mountainous terrain, their movement is more thoughtful and sure-footed. I have marveled many times about the way Sushi moves while on mountain hikes, how she quickly finds the safest path even in hazardous conditions, how following her literal footprints has gotten me through mud and ice I thought would leave us trapped or force us to retreat.

I've also watched her chase off coyotes who wiggled their way into my fences yard, and I've watched her cut sheep. She works totally differently to the GSDs I've seen on sheep, both in a sport sense and in everyday farm life. Her gait is specialized for her work, it just doesn't have a fancy name to go along with it.

Someone I know once said that a malamute and a GSMD could probably pull the same freight run, as both are breeds intended for heavy pulls in extreme winter conditions. But the GSMD would not arrive at destination anywhere nearly as quickly. This is echoed by Sushi's breeder, who quips that a swissy will do anything you ask, but don't expect it to be fast and don't expect nice scores on timing in sport venues. The purposeful and sureness of their movement comes at the sacrifice of their speed. They think about the best place to put their foot down, and they think twice if they've slipped or fallen already in the same area.

The GSD is intended to fly. And the GSMD is intended to plod.

Believe it or not, but I have had people ask me if something is wrong with Sushi or if she's hurt when they watch her move on slick or unsteady surfaces. I've had people, general dog owners, say that she looks like she's waddling or like she can't get her feet under her quite right. I've also had these same people shocked at the speed and efficiency she displays while out on a hike as she quickly picks the best path up a steep incline. They're surprised to discover that if they just follow her path, it's usually leagues easier and safer than any other way they could have chosen to go up or down.

Sushi broke her leg at 3 months old when she bit my intact dog in the testicles and he stomped down in his attempt to escape sharp puppy teeth on sensitive organs. I've had her to many, many specialists regarding canine movement including orthopedics, chiropractics, and rehabbers since then and all of them have told me that her joints look great and her range of movement is not impeded at all. She's passed her orthos with flying colors and several vets have confirmed that her movement is exactly what we'd want to see out of a giant breed. I did this actually to ensure that her broken leg as a puppy did not impact her as an adult as I was worried about the arthritis concern in a giant breed with a compromised hind, and mostly for my own peace of mind.

This does not mean that I think the GSMD is a perfectly healthy breed with no problems- epilepsy and bloat claim the vast majority of dogs within the breed, with arthritis and cancer as they age claiming the bulk of the rest. Sushi has some pretty gnarly allergy concerns which is why we stopped showing her and will be spaying her as soon as I find someone who will pexy at the same time, since the vet I work for won't. The COI is astronomical- with an average in the 50% range [note- 25% is the amount of relatedness for siblings] and while the breed is relatively long-lived for a giant [average 10-11 with 13 not being unheard of] it's still fairly short compared to other breeds.

Nor do I think the GSD is without its problems. I've had GSD. One lived to the double digits. One died from a boarding kennel's neglect. And one died young to bloat. HD and DM runs rampant in the breed. Cancer and bloat deaths are soaring. Allergies are everywhere. ED is becoming more and more common. And, what's concerning is that this is across the board. Everyone loved to hate on the show line GSDs but refuses to acknowledge these same problems exist in equally high numbers in the working lines.

I do working line and working bred dogs myself- GSMD have no breed split, and chihuahuas don't have working lines. My dobermans? Have all either been entirely working line or a working/show cross to try to bridge the gap of the breed split. I work my dogs in protection sport. 99% of the dogs that I encounter in my protection sport friend groups are working line dogs.

I watched as a friend got a working line GSD as his next service dog after his show line GSD needed to retire due to her age, and that dog turned out to have HD. Now he does malinois. I watched as a former friend who breeds entirely working line GSD began encountering HD and ED in droves in her progeny despite breeding parents free from these degenerative joint diseases. Now she does malinois. I watched as a friend bought a puppy from a breeder who found out the stud she used had forged papers and his dog is at high risk for DM and is likely going to lose all function in his rear, also working line. His other working line dog has such bad allergies she scratches herself bald and bloody regularly even on medication. I watched as a friend with a working line dog searched and searched and searched for another to fill her first dog's shoes as he retired from sport due to age and ended up getting a malinois because she couldn't find a breeding she liked that wasn't filled with these concerns. I watched a friend cycle through working line GSD after working line GSD because he couldn't find one that had both the working temperament he needed in his military contracts *and* decent enough health that the dog's body wouldn't fall apart the second they committed to working. Now he does labradors instead. I've watched multiple friends go back and forth on whether they're staying in the breed because of the health and temperament problems they're continuously encountering in their own dogs.

I got out of GSDs because I lost my Queenie in such a heartbreaking way and couldn't find a breeding I liked that didn't have a significant risk of the same thing. Of course, I hopped to a breed that has even more health problems in the doberman 🤪

Blaming the flying trot as showcased in the show ring when this is a systemic problem within the breed itself just makes you look both silly and ignorant to the true problems within the breed *and* to the differences in canine structure as they relate to a job. It sounds as uninformed as people still using the ELISA test on all dobermans and refusing to listen to a VWD clear genetic result.

And personally it doesn't really make any sense to me- a person who has had two different severe bilateral HD dogs, both of whom had extremely straight rears and tight ligamentation because HD is dependant on the shape of the pelvis and hip joints and not on the angles of the legs that stick out of it. Both of whom were also mixed breed rescue dogs obtained as puppies, with horrific allergies, and incredibly fearful temperaments.

[roosterr]

✹roosterr's masterlist✹

✹ request rules ✹ ao3 ✹

all my fics are appearance / gender neutral

i don't do taglists

『 multi 』

the 141 when you have amnesia || [p2]

the 141 falls asleep on you

『 price 』

firewatch | series masterlist

summary: a firewatch tower in the heart of a state park is as far away from your trainwreck life as you can get. the company of the man in your radio is just a bonus.

murphy's law

summary: when a simple mission goes south, you get left behind in the confusion. you just can’t seem to catch a break.

outside it starts to pour

summary: in your dreams, you're more than just someone who warms john's bed

general hcs

『 nikolai 』

guardian angel

[one] || [two] || [three] || [four]

summary: you meet nik in a less than conventional manner, but the spark between you is undeniable - even if he almost shot you. when you're declared mia after a risky mission, he refuses to lose you before he got to love you.

put me back in it

summary: nikolai up and disappeared one day. you thought you'd never see him again, but then he shows up at your door in the middle of the night.

nik doesn't get jealous

general hcs

『 ghost 』

white flag

[prologue] || [one] || [two] || [interlude] || [three] || [four] || [five] || [six] || [epilogue]

summary: if there's one constant in your life, it's that ghost doesn't like you, so when your house burns down and you have no choice but to move in with him, it feels like your life is on a steady downhill spiral.

i'll pay

summary: you're one of the few people simon lets get close. sometimes he just needs someone to lean on, even if he doesn't know how to ask. (platonic)

『 gaz 』

bad idea

summary: you do something stupid to get you and gaz out of a bad situation

only you

summary: you and soap get to talking about your love life, gaz gets jealous.

『 soap 』

love you from afar

summary: you receive a series of mysterious gifts from a mysterious admirer.

whatchya got, boy?

summary: soap is scared of dogs, you're a k9 handler. your dog is good at finding bodies, he doesn't ever want him to have to find yours.

[southernrattlesnake1984]

Ok tell me if the brain has gone too far. We've all seen numerous fics about Robotnik traveling the multi-use and talking about his Agent what if we reversed it? Stone builds a wormhole generator because he'll be damned if he doesn't at least try to save his doctor and world after world timeline after timeline he finds himself. Almost all of them have no idea who Ivo Robotnik is. A few have heard of what a prick he is. But Stone doesn't give up. He talks about the punches, the yelling, the days where the doctor can't stand even another person breathing the same air. The dancing, the inside jokes, the days where the doctor invents a miracle and it's like watching a supernova burst with the brilliance of his triumph. Some of them are not swayed by this. Some passively keep a ear out for this weirdo that's oh so great (and dying of curiosity no ones that great right?). One drops his barista job to track Doctor down and says I work here. One goes awol finding out Doc was kidnapped w/o him as his handler and steals him back. Our Agent Stone keeps going until he reaches a universe, helps his counterpart track Ivo, business as usual, and walks into the lab with two Doctor Ivo Robotics.

I have never written a fic in my life but i can see it so well pls someone else see it

[vossprime]

(WIP) Inquisitor Viktor "Witchbreaker" Alexandar Riemenschneider

CW for topics of abuse and torture

Name: Viktor Alexandar Riemenschneider Nickname: Witchbreaker Occupation: Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus, Psyker (Biomancy and Pyromancy multi-disciplinary) Gender: Male Age: 110+, appears 50-60s

TL;DR: Inquisitor that gets sent out with difficult acolytes to act as their "handler", tasked with either taming or discarding them.

Physical Appearance:

wields a fire poker-style weapon fitted with a plasma coil to keep it permanently hot

build: Like an aged rugby player, powerful in a dense, compact way. No longer peak performance but enough to take you apart like a cheaply made table.

height: 198 cm

medium length salt-and-pepper hair, worn combed back

always immaculately dressed

brand of the Scholastica Psykana on neck

iconic candle-purity-seal-pauldrons

long, straight burn scar on his face and on the inside of both his hands

intimidating - the vibes are rancid 50m against the wind.

Origin: Underhive cut-purse

Homeworld: Combination of Hive and Shrine World due to a holy river running through it that once had been the bathing place of an Imperial saint.

Personality: hard, disciplined, unforgiving perfectionist, confident and self-assured, loves his job, materialistic, places high importance on dignity, dogmatic.

Current Retinue: Valerie (Acolyte), Nataliia (Professional Courtesan, does his politicking and long-term infiltration), At least one non-psyker combatant

Trivia:

wildly determined to never live as low as he did again, refuses to eat anything that isn't a proper meal, never dresses down, his favorite drink is expensive Absinthe and his cigars cost a good sum as well

believes every scar is a necessary reminder of failure and every acolyte of his leaves with at least one brand, if they leave at all.

Meme:

[selkiechild4998]

Ghoul Jobs in the Ministry!

So, I was thinking. The Ministry is huge, rivaling that of it’s opposite, the Catholic Church. They have multiple locations that are often huge. Humans do most of the jobs, yee, but what about the ghouls? I got some thoughts on that!

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Security

The most common position for a ghoul to fill, security. It makes sense, they all have strong pray drives, are territorial, and if treated right, are extremely loyal! Guard ghouls can be tasked with multiple things, such as:

Guarding the property lines of the Abbey

Being assigned to high ranking members of the Ministry. Ex. Papa, Imperator, Clergy Members

Extra security during rituals. (Not all the security would be humans ;3)

Guarding forbidden sections of the Abbey. Ex. Veneration of Relics, Catacombs

Nursery

Just like a human nursery, the ghouls have a nursery for their young in the Abbey too. While yes, ghouls are discouraged from baby making, surprises always happen and there are kits to be taken care of. While Ghoul Handlers assist in the nursery, mainly ghouls care for the young. At least one ghoul from each element works in the nursery. Each elements tasks are:

Fire ghouls tend to all kits except for water ghoul kits. They only work with water ghoul pups if absolutely necessary, mainly for the pup’s health and safety. Fire ghouls often teach kits how to rough house safety, as well as how pack structures in the Ministry work.

Water ghouls handles earth fawns, water pups, and the occasional air pufflings. Water ghouls also teach older kits how to swim. They are the only ones who can handle water pups freely.

Earth ghouls work with all elements except for Quintessence. They often make sure ghoul kits are getting the right foods so they can grow properly, which can be difficult because they don’t have access to the normal food these kits would eat if in the Pit

Air ghouls work with air pufflings and quintessence voidlings. They often snuggle for nap time, encourage socialization, and flying lessons for older kits.

Quintessence ghouls can work with all elements, with some restrictions on water pups. They’re great when it comes to medical check ups, nap time, the occasional flying lesson, and supervision. No one is more observant than a broody quintessence ghoul.

Bonus! Multi-Ghouls! Multi-ghouls, depending on their element, can work with different combos of kits. Swiss is the latest member of the Nursery team and with him being a mix of quint/fire, he’s almost always on playtime duties. Kits love him btw!

Housekeeping

Housekeeping tasks are mostly split 50/50 between ghouls and humans. In the Ministry, everyone pulls their weight to help keep the place nice and clean, but they have found ghouls can get a lot more things cleaned compared to humans, simply because they have the abilities to get places humans can’t. The tasks ghouls help with are:

Cleaning the stain glass windows

Cleaning the rafters of the Grand Church building

Keeping pests down (no rats are hurt I promise xD)

Some ghouls are specially chosen for certain jobs, two examples being Sister’s Chamber Ghoulettes, who act as sort of her own little council, keeping her secrets and following her orders. Phil Ghoul is an honorary ghoulette in that group.

The second example being the position of Clergy Ghouls. These ghouls are summoned by members of the Clergy and them alone. These ghouls are the more dangerous ones from the elements. They’re favorites are the Shadow Ghouls from the quintessence element, Ancient Ghouls from any element, and the rumored Reaper Ghouls that show up to foretell death in the Ministry.

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Thats what I got for my headcannons for now! I found that as much as I love my creature dives into looking at how the ghouls are, I love seeing how they fit into the Ministry other than them playing up on stage! Feel free to add to my list btw! Till next time!

Edit: I made a mini sequel to this post which can be found, Right Here!

[threepandas]

Bird4Bird Part 5: Yandere Hawks

You know, people should be real glad he's such a nice guy. A Hero. Cause it was WAY too easy to get Her files. Tsk, tsk. Such poor security! He's kinda disappointed, honestly. He was sorta expecting a bit of a challenge.

It IS a Goverment building after all.

But maybe it's 'cause she's not a Hero herself. She's a civilian. So they don't care as much. You'd think you'd just get universal security and then lock down the Heroic files, but no. Glorified safes and lock boxes. Clear and traceable holes in all SORTS of bloodlines.

Gee, wonder why Mr. and Mrs. So-n-So have a redacted kid! Bet THEY'RE not related to any Heros! Sure won't be easy to just go to their HOUSE an find their kid's name THERE along with a few hostages!

It's theater. A joke, really. He's kinda GLAD he basically has no family, if THIS is the security they'd get.

Good thing he's removing Her files. They'll be MUCH safer with him~. A few dummy files left in their plaaaace, aaaand... back out through the blind spots in the camera coverage! Honestly, he's done harder exercises with his feathers literally concussed.

Ooooh~☆ Like that one. And that one~!

He keeps flipping through his social feeds. Might as WELL multi-task. Selfie with the skyline~♡! Aaaand upload. There we go, that's his #Aesthetic post of the day. Now PR will have nothing to complain about. Hmmmm, should like a few memes. Don't comment on THAT scandal. Joke about THAT one. Post a thirst trap modeling pic... aaaand...

He feels his feathers escape the building. Finally! It was his last hit of the night. File finally in hand, he lazily rolls to his feet, stretchs. Tucks the file away but not his phone. Then let's himself drop forward into open air. Let's his wings CATCH.

The magnificent slide of cool air against his feathers, the resistance of wind against his wings. He soars and for a moment... let's himself feeling nothing else. It is perfect.

It always is.

First things first, dropping of the files. Gotta keep them safe after all. Then... then he SHOULD be going to bed. Heck, if he doesn't feel like going alone, it's not like he doesn't have OPTIONS. He honestly has too many. But even then, the thought of it's exhausting...

They want The Mask. And yeah, sometimes it's FUN being the mask. Good for PR. Adds to his good reputation when they inevitably talk.

And they always DO talk.

They spread the word exactly as he expects them too. Dispite swearing, to the last, not to breathe a word. The picture of discretion, they PROMISE, Hawks~♡! Ha. 'Course they are. Pretty, chatty, birds. Picked for their scandal free backgrounds, photo ready faces, and hero positive attitudes.

He gets a LIST for every event he goes too. Has several, ranging from "approved in general" to "by region". Really... the height of romance, his meet-cutes. Picture perfect down to the last detail.

You'd almost thing a team of handlers PLANNED them for him.

Not to say the sex isn't great. Sex is always nice! Just... not when you're not in the mood for something REAL, ya know? When you want to get... get MESSY.

Hunt someone. See those eyes dilate, utterly AWARE and focused completely on HIM. That moment of indecision. Stay and fight? Run? Watching the scales tip and clatter in ruin to the floor. Run. Let um get a head start. RUN. Want to see those Big BEAUTIFUL Wings snap out to their full width, massive and powerful, and RIP through the air as they fling her into the sky. RUN!!!

Run away, lil predator. He's coming to CATCH you~

God, she'd be so POWERFUL in the air. So DANGEROUS. Eating up the distance like she actually stood a CHANCE. Those wings, so far from fragile its laughable. But... oh. Oh, he's FASTER. So, so much faster. Agile in a way her raw power robs her off.

She would never be able to fight him off. Would have NO chance to truely escape.

And then?

Then it's a matter of stamina. Training. And only ONE of them's a Hero~

He'd harry her. Feathers flying from ever angle, deadly sharp and far too close. Better dodge! Use your quirk! Oh DEAR, uses stamina as a fuel source does it? Hope you have ENOUGH~!

Little cuts. Kicks here and there. Pushing her lower~ Pushing her lower~ Watch out for that building! Uh oh! Powerlines! Large wingspan is a benefit in open air~ but it works against you heeeeereeeee~! Better LAND, lil harpy!

Before he knocks you from the SKY.

And he WOULD. God, it would be AMAZING. If he got her at just the right angle? He could kick her into a building, a tree, SOMETHING. Or maybe as she goes to flap? He could trap a wing. She'd DROP.

Wrap her torso in enough feathers to pin it. Slow her fall juuuust enough to really hurt, but keep her from hitting wrong. Ah~ bet she'd SCREECH. Struggle and lash like a cornered animal. Wing slamming the dirt helplessly, flapping uselessly, as she tries SO hard to get free... heart pounding, legs kicking, adrenaline surging through her veins~

He Wins, lil fighter~ now he gets his prize~♡

Ah, he bets you'd BITE. If the HPSC wouldn't kill him for it, he'd probably LET you. Let you scar him up in your rage. Leave your mark. You'd be so PISSED at losing. So nervous. And he can get that, vulnerability is a lot. Big, strong, walls all crumbling down? It'd feel like raw nerves. Being SEEN.

And he'd SEE her alright.

Even if she managed to avoid it. Managed to land, run, get herself nice and lost. He'd chase her down. Wear her down. Til the anger has no more fuel to burn. The threats have no more strength. Make her run and fight and run and climb and RUN... until her body just? Can't any more.

All struggled out~

Nothing but muscles shaking and bruises, feather cuts and the sweat that burns them. Gasping for air that can't seem to come fast enough. She never stood a chance~ But he let her try anyway.

And god. All his senses would be ON FIRE. Practically high on it. He'd be everything he's NOT supposed to be. Every instinct he's supposed to shove down on full glorious display.

He'd feed her till she CHOKES. She wouldn't get a choice. Watch the grease run down her pretty face and neck. Run his fingers through those pretty feathers and feel HIS against her skin. Preening and so, so pretty. All clean~ All those pretty little cuts and poor lil scrapes.

He put his merch on Each And Every One~

Little red feather band-aids all pretty on her skin~♡

His~ Won fair an square. Gotta take care of it. Blood and grease and sweat. Find all the places that make his Harpy bird squirm. But she can't escape. Not ever escape. He won. His, his, his. He'd make those place feel NICE. Watch her as she feels good.

She'd be so tired. So sore. She'd WANT to feel good. Be so tired of fighting and pretending. Hungry. And he'd be so good about how he takes care of her. Cause he's a HERO. Massaging hands and feathers that hold her nice and still. Careful kisses and playful teasing. Then? He'd hold those powerful, exhausted, thighs open and show her what worship feels like.

She'd make SUCH cute noises. He bets he could make her beg. Could probably make her cry.

He's fantasized, before, about not holding back. When some hero chaser is in his bed, with the "real" Hawks. Performing once again, a different facet of the Mask, all the better to pretend he is a Real Boy. Ha! What would be like? To do nothing but feel GOOD? To concentrate on pleasure? The feeling of his body moving?

To GRAB and put his back into it? Knowing damn well he'd leave bruises. Because he's stronger then them. Because his body is a weapon. Because wires in his brain were mixed up long, long ago and nothing can possibly undo it now. Wanting to snarl and shred everything around him as he rams home, deep and good like he's melting.

Wants feathers EVERYWHERE. Under him, against his skin, attached to whomever he's fucking. A God damned NEST. With blankets and feathers and tatami.

Wants to be BONELESS for how hard he fucked. How much effort it took. A marathon and a national EVENT. Wants to put on a parade and have a feast and then RUIN all of it. It's like screaming in his head, sometimes. All the instincts he is forced to repress and ignore. They blend together. Violence and hunger and horny and NEEDY AND ANGER AND-!

He lands. Outside her apartment. He's seen rats live in better places. It's an unkind assessment. But he's abruptly feeling kind of... agitated. He really should push her towards a better job. Like working for him. Or living with him. Or being HIS. Maybe both. And he'll need to hunt down a few insurance agents. Have some TALKS.

He slips a few feathers into the building. Her neighbor sleeps with the window cracked. From there? The vents. Gotcha~

The steady sound of breathing. Asleep. The rhythmic pattern... knowing it's from HER... it's...

It's soothing.

He settles back into a watchful crouch. He's still on edge. Hard. But nothing he can't fix. He has a pretty good angle from where he's perched. You forgot to fully close your blinds. And his eye sight is EXCELLENT. You look so relaxed~♡

He feels you breathe. Gently, ever so gently, let's one of his feathers drift forward to land carefully against a cheek. Warm. He can feel your pulse.

He strokes himself franticly. The cold air of night time just adding to the thrill as it teases everywhere his hand is not. His handlers would HATE this. The HPSC would NEVER allow it. He presses his other had to his face, to muffle his voice, as he desperately tries to both buck his hips AND keep his balance. So good. God she looks so VULNERABLE~

He milks the tip. Finally giving in to the urge to BITE his hand, glove leather filling his mouth. The only think keeping him upright on the phone poll he landed on, is the feathers he's grabbed himself with. And even THAT reminds him of his earlier fantasies. He spills, jerking, and raining down on the unsuspecting street below.

Good thing it's so late at night.

His entire body is riding the aftershocks. Sensitive and good. Euphoric. He laughs, wild eyed as he stares down at his hand. How depraved~ His lil hunter is certainly bringing out the worst of him, isn't she? Or maybe it's the best? It's certainly SOMETHING. And god, is it HUNGRY.

He looks back at her sleeping face as he licks his hands clean...

He should do this again~

[faegoddessog]

Several Sentence Sunday

Oh my gosh! I'm all blushing rn. Thanks @xmysweetcreaturex for the tag!

Ok darlings, I'm going to treat you all to a ridiculous little bunny trail I hopped down then wrote down in Oct 2023. Needless to say that the recent Cannes Photos have me reeling.

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They’d come over from the neighboring exclusive resort to listen to the live music. They are tucked into the back corner of the patio. Her light summer dress and shawl are the most clothes she's had on in a week. Her husband has light colored panama hat on, both are relaxed and  enjoying the beachy night air.

 Suddenly a man sits down next to her, dark and mustached. ery close. He looks desperately into her eyes. She knows who he is. 

“Hide me” he whispers. 

“From?” 

“Paparazzi.” 

Without thinking twice, she snatches the hat off her man’s head and plunks it down onto Pedro’s. Her hub moves to block them from view. She tosses her legs over Pedro's lap and  pulls him in for a deep kiss. 

Pedro is a little shocked at first, then mesmerized by her kiss, puts his arms around her. 

She is such a good kisser, he forgets what he is hiding from. His hands start to roam her curvy body. 

Foot steps run by, voices in obvious inquiry, clearly looking for someone.

A tap on her arm tells her the coast is clear. 

She slowly pulls away from the kiss as does Pedro, both reluctantly. 

“Thank you.” he says breathily. 

“For the kiss or for hiding you?” She says with a sly smile. 

“Both.” 

“I have more of each, if you are interested.” she whispers in his ear. 

“Sweetheart,” her husband says rubbing her arm, “should we take him back with us?” 

She leans back to get a sweet kiss from him, “I’m working on it, my love.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry sir, I didn’t realize… “ Pedro starts, a little shocked. 

They both wave his apology, clearly unbothered.

"You wanna come with us next door, no paps there, it's a clothing optional place," she says, rubbing her hand on his arm. Does she have more than hiding in mind? Of course she does.

“FUCK!”  Another man, tall and blonde sits down on her other side, head in his hands, “are they still following me? “ She recognizes this man too… what are the freakin’ odds.

“Paparazzi?” she asks, wondering where these men's handlers are.

 He nods

“They won’t be anymore,” thinking quickly, she spins around leaning back onto Pedro and lifting one leg onto the couch. In one motion she flips her shawl over Austin and pulls him forward onto her. Before he can protest, her arms are around him and his face is squished against her ample chest. 

“You are passed out drunk,” she whispers, pulling her long multi-colored hair over his own blonde locks, ”we’ll keep them away.” 

He goes limp on her following directions like the star he is. Pedro’s face is hiding, buried in her neck. She is suddenly in an Austin Butler and Pedro Pascal sandwich. Her heart is beating rapidly. One hand on Austin’s back, the other  pulling Pedro in close to her neck where Pedro can't help but plant kisses.

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Phantom Echo: Call of Duty Black Ops Cold War AU

Info: So I have recently gotten into the COD fandom for various reasons, especially with the characters that are fleshed out with the storyline and different details with tangents here and there. So I am creating a COD BO Cold War AU fic, where Bell survived her betrayal by Russell Adler, under a new name.

"It was never personal."

The words were firm yet neutral, spoken by Russell Adler, the man known as "America's Monster" and Bell's handler. She had suspected something was wrong the moment Adler pulled her away from Mason, Woods, and Park—away from the rest of the Special Forces division—to the desolate edge of the Arctic Ocean near Solovetsky.

Since discovering her own brainwashing—and Perseus’s betrayal—Bell had struggled to trust Adler. His stiff posture, the guarded glint in his eyes, and his earlier remark about "making one more sacrifice" should have been red flags. As a former KGB operative, she should have seen it coming. Perhaps she should have lied. Led them to Duga, where her Soviet comrades were waiting to spring the trap and eliminate them all. But Arash’s betrayal had thrown her off. She still clung to the belief that he acted out of ambition, not Perseus’s orders.

Now, in the frozen stillness, her suspicions solidified. The wind had stopped, the silence oppressive. The moment Adler’s sidearm cocked, she knew—he meant to kill her. Her pulse quickened, breath catching as she drew her own pistol. Sweat trickled down her temple, her lungs burning with the icy air. Her finger hovered on the trigger, her aim steady on Adler’s head. The cold barrel in her hands grounded her, but the storm inside her chest threatened to break loose.

A shot rang out, the sharp crack slicing through the frigid air and stealing her breath. A bullet tore into her chest—Adler had fired first, faster than she could react. The impact was devastating, a searing pain no different from when Arash had shot her in Turkey.

Pain exploded across her chest, radiating like fire. Her knees buckled, slamming into the cold, unforgiving dirt as her vision blurred. She struggled to breathe, each inhale shallow and wet. Warm blood seeped through her fingers as she clutched the wound, spilling over onto the frozen earth. Her chest heaved, a cough racking her body as blood dribbled from her lips. She knew. The shot had been precise, deliberate—aimed at a vital point. Darkness began to creep at the edges of her vision, but the betrayal cut deeper than the bullet ever could.

At least the polar vortex air was starting to numb the pain. She could at least be free from this wicked world full of wars, deceit, manipulation, and malice. Her vision went black, the pain fading away as her breath and Adler's footsteps got quieter and lower.

To Bell, she sees these moment as a sign of hurt yet freedom. The ability to now no longer be bound by coercion or choices that blurred the lines of good and evil. To Adler...it was the logical choice to eliminate any loose end that could jeopardize the national security of the United States and any vulnerabilities against him...and possibly, to end Bell's misery and already traumatized psyche.

On March 15th 1981, Bell a.k.a Alexandria Ismanov, the brainwashed CIA agent and ex-KGB operative, and the former right-hand man of Perseus died without a trace. Her death was a heroic sacrifice to Adler's personal note and a liability that had to be eliminated.

On September 15th 1981, 6 months after the events of Solovetsky, agents of French Intelligence - Emma Argent and Zola Durand of the SDECE (Service de Documentation Extérieure et de Contre-Espionnage) embark on their first mission to Vorkuta.

(Or, a Black Ops Cold War au where Bell didn't die and survived, was recovered and reborn as Emma Argent, French Intelligence agent and turns the tides of the black ops timeline. 👀👀)

Anyways, tell me what you guys think and I may consider making this a multi-chapter story between the BO Cold War, BO2 timeline of the 1980s, and the BO6 timeline.

Sayonara. Au Revoir. Bye

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Love seeing Paige in her Kyrie era! I’ve always thought of their games as being very similar (multi-threat, quick, great ball handler, high basketball IQ).

Makes sense that he’s her fav player! Make sure to root for the Dallas Mavericks in the upcoming NBA finals💙