#ocs: team bravo

[torpedobombloveblog]

Happy pride! Here’s the loving version to this post from last year!

To those curious: yes, the match is still in overtime, and yes, that’s why Blackbelly Skate Park hasn’t returned yet.

[jiitterbuug]

They’re arguing about sharing the desk in the captains office or something

[drawingdeamon]

For the OC Outfit Doodle Thing: 👕?

team alpha wear that one set of shirts

none of them can read human english

[vonartsy]

Poisonous Flowers [ 1001] - Ch 5

Chapter five.

First chapter. Previous chapter.

    Bravo Team was then able to successfully bring the anomaly to M Lab and have it put in a more secure containment cell for research. And, with any luck, they wouldn’t have to deal with it again.

     “Salem. Guess you didn’t die.” I-12’s voice had a hint of disappointment. Why that was wasn’t to be discussed right now.

     “Must be such a sorrow for you, eh?” The passive aggressive tone in Brit’s voice wasn’t being hidden in the slightest. “Just tell me what excess I need to file and I’ll be on my way, okay?”

     “... Fine. We can chat later.” I-12 handed Brit several papers.

     He took the papers and glanced over them. There were two more than usual, which was two too many. “And sir?”

     I-12 tilted his head.

     “Please stop doing this.” He glared down at his boss.

    The robot was quiet for a little while. “No promises.”

     Brit sighed, stepping out of I-12’s office without another word. He couldn’t stand to be around that freak any longer.

     “Hi, angelo,” Dipaulo greeted with a smile. 

     “You were waiting for me?” 

     The man nodded. “Of course!”

     “Oh. Er, thanks.”

     Some silence passed, but it wasn’t awkward at all.

     “Hey, Dip?” Brit asked as him and Dipaulo walked back to their shared dorm.

     Dipaulo looked up at him. “Yeah?”

     “How come you knew where to find me?”

     “Oh. Well, just uh… just luck.” He shrugged. It wasn’t very convincing, but the answer wasn’t super important. Probably.

     “... Right.”

     When they got to their room, Dipaulo took off his equipment and shoved it in his drawers, gave Brit a goodnight kiss on the cheek, and plopped down on his bed to fall asleep. The mission that day was much more tiring than most others, so he felt that he deserved to sleep in a little extra. Besides, it was almost eleven. 

     Brit finished up the reports, finished being that he fell asleep at the desk.

     As for the other three, Erikson got an ice pack for Vance’s head, and also a Zyrtec® for his allergies… Phillips got them all a pack of cookies from the cafeteria to share.

This one's shorter than the others, and concludes the story. Any feedback is appreciated about it, or just thoughts in general. It was fun to write.

[cynicalrosebud]

Rumor Has It

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Task Force 141 x Male OC

“Laswell, info, now!” Price thundered over the radio, ducking quickly to avoid losing his head. The comms remained humming with static as the captain cursed it out wildly. Soap and the rest of the 141 crouched at his side, firing over the destroyed wall.

“Watcher-1, do ye copy! We’re fuckin’ losin’ ground over here!” Soap’s Scottish brogue cut through the chaos, his voice tinged with urgency.

“Bravo Six, you are heard. Would you settle for me, sir?” An unknown male voice answered the call, a touch cheeky in his response, the lilt of a Welsh accent unmistakable.

Price slumped a bit in relief, as did Ghost, much to Soap and Gaz’s confusion. “Rumor, good t’hear ya, love.”

“It’ll be even nicer t’see me when I save yer arses, sir. Buildin’ to the left, hug that wall like yer mam and send it into the treeline. Exfil ETA 4 minutes,” Rumor responded, his tone confident, almost teasing.

“Copy that, Rumor, out here.”

The captain signaled his men to follow the instructions, leaving the two younger males beyond confused.

Soap cast a quick glance at Price as they moved, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Who the hell’s ‘Rumor’? And why does Ghost look like he’s about t’kiss the ground in thanks?”

Price kept his focus forward, leading the team as they hugged the wall and made their way towards the designated building. “Rumor’s a bit of a legend around these parts, Sergeant. Operates on his own terms, but when he shows up, things tend t’go our way.”

“Bloody right,” Ghost muttered, his usual stoicism cracking just enough to reveal a flicker of relief. His voice was deep and gruff, his Mancunian accent giving the words weight. “Best damn spook there is.”

Gaz, still processing, chimed in with his London accent, smooth and quick. “You mean he’s not with us? Just drops in when he feels like it?”

Price smirked slightly. “Somethin’ like that. Bit of an odd duck, but when he’s on our side, you can bet your life on ‘im.”

The chatter ceased as they reached the building. Soap peered through a shattered window, scanning the treeline for any movement. “So, what’s the plan here?”

“Rumor’s plan,” Price corrected, moving to the front. “We’re gonna light up that treeline, give ‘im the cover he needs t’get us out of this mess.”

With a nod, Soap and Gaz got into position, weapons at the ready. The minutes felt like hours as they waited for the signal. The tension was thick, the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions making it clear that this was far from over.

Then, as if on cue, a flash of movement caught their eye. A lone figure emerged from the shadows, moving with a fluidity that seemed almost inhuman. Rumor, in the flesh. Dressed in tactical gear that blended seamlessly with the environment, he moved like a ghost—silent, precise, deadly.

“Bravo Six, this is Rumor. Treeline’s clear for now. Move yer arses; we don’t have all day,” Rumor’s voice crackled over the comms, his Welsh accent carrying a note of urgency.

Price didn’t hesitate. “You heard the man, let’s go!”

As they made their way towards the exfil point, Soap couldn’t help but steal a glance at the mysterious figure leading the charge. There was somethin’ about Rumor—somethin’ both familiar and enigmatic. He moved with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doin’, yet there was an air of unpredictability about him that kept everyone on edge.

“Nice t’finally see ya in action, Rumor,” Soap called out as they ran, his words tinged with his Scottish inflection.

Rumor glanced back, a smirk playin’ at the corners of his mouth. “Stick with me, Sergeant, an’ you’ll see plenty more.”

They reached the exfil point just as the chopper descended, the downdraft kicking up dust and debris. Rumor motioned for them to board, covering their six as they scrambled into the helicopter.

As the chopper lifted off, Soap leaned back, catching his breath. “So, what’s the story with you, Rumor? You always drop in like this?”

Rumor shrugged, securing his gear before taking a seat across from them. “Only when you’re in over your heads. Which, judgin’ by today, seems t’be pretty often.”

Gaz chuckled, the tension finally easing. “We’ll take whatever help we can get. But seriously, who are you?”

Rumor met his gaze, his expression unreadable behind the tinted visor of his helmet. “Just a man who likes t’keep things interestin’. Stick around, an’ you might just figure it out.”

Price, watching the exchange, couldn’t help but smile. Havin’ Rumor on their side was like holdin’ an ace up their sleeve—unpredictable, but always a winnin’ hand.

Wonder why he's back.

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[nerdieforpedro]

One small step for man…

One giant leap for Dieter Bravo

Based on this Moodboard created by the wonderful @secretelephanttattoo that she made for the Get Dieter Sober event to celebrate @bitchesuntitled ‘s milestone! 😎 ❤️

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: The only thing that can motivate Dieter Bravo better than sex or an interesting script is a grudge. Who cares if we’re talking about space? If Bravo can finally one-up Leonardo DiCaprio, he’ll take his chance, no matter the effort. Turns out it was good for him in the long run.

Warnings: Nerdie style bad humor, various celebrity mentions, no specified ages for Edna and Fred but assume they’re sixty-five and over for the plot, a goat (because when I write Dieter, 8/10 times he will have a goat), space?, DiCaprio slander and implied drug and sexual activity just not in detail, also BBQ.

Word Count: a little under 1.3k

Notes: El suggested that a crack fic should be written and leave it to a five hour plane ride for inspiration 🤣 So here we are. She did look it over and laughed so that’s really all it took for me to post it. 🥰 There’s no reader, just two OCs Edna and Fred who are living the life we want to live honestly.

Main Masterlist/ Dieter Bravo Masterlist/ AO3 Link

The only time Dieter Bravo thought of space is when he would stare up at the stars naked with only his fluffy grey robe on and yellow crocs on in his backyard. It’s normally when he needs to take five from whatever party/orgy/gathering/sex toy exchange he’s decided to have this week.

There had been a recent announcement that NASA was looking for Oscar winners to sent into space to not only find a new planet for earthlings to live but also negotiate and exchange information with any extraterrestrials they may come across. Given the deceptive skills and adaptive vibes actors have, there a buzz about who may be selected to fly out into unknown reaches with a crew of astronauts. Hallie Berry and Jamie Lee Curtis had already been selected and for men, there was one slot left as (insert some dude’s name) was announced. There were still six months left and more male Oscar winners were throwing their hat into the ring.

One name irked Dieter beyond all reason given that he actually a nice guy, but Bravo deserves it more than him: Leonardo DiCaprio. Doesn’t matter that he’s a stalwart advocate of green policies and climate change. Dieter should have been able to be in ‘The Wolf of Wall Street.’ It was basically written for him and the life he lives now. Though peering back at his home, he’s going to have to give this up for a while if he wants to be considers for the program. Leo only have to give up the liquor and twenty-five year olds. Dieter’s got to give up his wide array of drugs, though since he’s fine with men and women of all legal ages old and younger, he can just let the older women and men come at him. That one lady Edna pops her teeth out and hoo boy does she do some things with those gums. Fred is one guy who knows about those gams and if you know, you know. There’s always his trustworthy emotional support goat Cookie who’s white with black spots who gave a strong “baa!” When asked if he should give it a shot.

After the night’s festivities and clean up the next day, Dieter informs his team of his plan. They are shocked somewhat, they’re aware of his one-sided grudge and if it will motivate him off the drugs, they’re willing to lean all the way in. To ensure Bravo’s success, they do a through sweep of all his homes, cars and vacation spots. They also limit his contacts and ask Edna and Fred to stay with Dieter. They’re sure that the three of them are ducking but Dieter’s also learning some chess, shuffleboard, bingo, dominoes and some mandarin from Edna’s husband, rest his sweet soul. Cookie nibbled on everyone’s ankles and stayed looking cute as is her role.

It’s announced the next month that Dieter Bravo is going for the last Oscar space on the Galactic Noah’s Ark. Most think the choice is insane and mock in relentlessly but as time marches on, Dieter gains more supporters as he’s looking and feeling better. He also gets a lot of retirees and AARP members on his side as his two housemates interview with their magizine under the guidance of Dieter’s media team.

There’s memes, TikToks, interviews and a cribs episode showing off Dieter’s new healthy lifestyle and feature his two friends Edna and Fred. Edna is sunbathing naked and it had to be blurred out entirely but was still aired surprisingly. It was touted as support for not only all body types but representing older women who are just living life. Fred was cooking up some barbeque on a grill in his plaid shorts and orange sherbert polo shirt with dress shows on and a kiss the chef apron on. He told the interview that it’s been pretty cool getting to know Dieter over the years and that he had enough hair on his chest for the both of them. It garnered a laugh and they were asked what their families thought of them being in a throple with Doeter Bravo. Edna said it was pretty fun and she’d raised her children so it was her time. She should spend the twilight of her years, doing what she wants to do and then doing Dieter. She then called him a “nice young man who’s a cutie patootie.” Cookie let out a loud “baa!” As if to agree and went to eat some grass.

There were some that had an issue with the throple aspect saying that such a lifestyle should be sent into space, but it was argued that since Dieter was rather fluid in his sexuality it should bode well for communicating with other life forms. Debates continued while Dieter kept clean, worked with Paul Mesal and his trainer to get stronger and in better shape. The speculation was that maybe Paul was now added to the throple making it a square, and as many pundits called Edna ‘the luckiest damn woman on earth.’ Paul said that he’d love to be cool enough to be in the throple but when he’s stopped by and saw both Hallie Berry and Adria Arijona there, he said that he didn’t stand a chance. The two women were just there to visit Dieter as they’d worked with him on previous projects which their reps seconded. They did stay for a week though but mainly just to meet Edna and Fred who they thought were so amazing.

Paul visited again with Denzel Washington, his wife Pauletta who Bravo normally has tea with and it turns out Edna knows Pauletta from their old sorority. Public opinion was turning in Dieter’s favor as Leo was keeping a low profile. Well outside of breaking up with his girlfriend on her twenty-sixth birthday. That didn’t go over well.

The deadline was approaching for who would be selected out of the two men so the media decided they should have a sit down. It was to fill air time but Dieter Bravo was looking forward to it. He felt stronger, a little leaner but given the barebeque Fred cooks up and sweets Edna makes, he still has small belly. DiCaprio looks lean but has bags under his eyes from sleeping alone without his girlfriend and only his Oscar in the bed.

Both men were ask questions about what they would do if they encountered aliens, what to do to get along with fellow crew members, what they might eat in space, how they would establish and keep good vibes going and what kind of planet would they want to live on. The questions were going fine until Leonardo said that he felt sick during the sit down and had to go to the hospital. Given that he was so sick from not sleeping, it looked as though Dieter was the clear winner and was announced as such a week later.

Dieter Bravo is going into space over that pretentious prick!

A celebration party with sparkling wine, kool-aid, Edna’s sweet potatoes, Fred’s smoked pork shoulder and some Mac and cheese brought over by the Washingtons is has that evening. Did Dieter ever expect to be sober? No, but he didn’t expect it to be this full with friends either.

The Oscar winner is once again standing in his backyard while festivities occur inside, though they’re calmer and full of laughter instead of groans and sweaty bodies. He’s fully clothed, in his crocs, brown pijama pants and t-shirt holding Cookie and petting her. “I did it girl. I’m clear as a bell and going to space. I wonder of they probe or have tentacles. Who knows? But I’m going to find out. May the vibes be with us Cookie.”

May the vibes be with everyone but especially the following 😘:

@morallyinept @schnarfer @chronically-ghosted @sp00kymulderr @covetyou

@yopossum @whocaresstillthelouvre @toomanytookas @beefrobeefcal @trulybetty

@sin-djarin @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @604to647 @chaithetics

@inept-the-magnificent @djarinmuse @sunshinehaze1 @lotusbxtch @yorksgirl

@westside-rot @maggiemayhemnj @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @readingiskeepingmegoing

@littlemisspascal @pascalsanctuary @tinytinymenace @yorksgirl

[seraphinitegames]

Hello!! I hope you’re doing well!

Sorry if this is a bit of a weird/potentially spoiler-y question (feel free to ignore if you don’t want to answer), but are there any plans for other teams within the Agency? So far we’ve been introduced to Unit Bravo (obviously haha), Unit Alpha and Unit Victor, but are there any other teams we’ll be introduced to later? 👀

(I ask out of curiosity but also because I’ve been having thoughts of making an OC Agency team for this universe and don’t want to accidentally use a team name that’s been used already. Thank you so much!! ❤️)

Unit Delta will be turning up in Book Four, and I'm very excited to introduce them as they have a very different vibe to the excited/enthusiastic teams we've met so far!

All of the teams actually have canon teams already, but Unit Uniform were killed by Murphy before Unit Bravo arrived, so that spot is the most likely to be open for playing with!

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

[porcupixel617]

Timelines drawn. Maps made. Points plotted. Operation Battle Ship is a go.

Introducing the Flaghoist AU, my Ingo x Reader fic (and potentially series) with a Battle Facility Head reader! You are the Captain (and also the Commander—more on that later) of the ocean liner S.S. Koko, also known as the Battle Ship. It is your pride and joy, and together with your dedicated crew, you ferry people and Pokémon alike between regions, battling all the way.

You’re also the commander of a special operation known as the Navy Reserve Pokémon Operations Detachment—or NR-POD—which consists of you and the four Engineers of the Battle Ship, your sub-bosses. You’re reserve Navy, so not active-duty, but if Unova went to war, you all could be mobilized. This has only happened once before: during the Team Plasma crisis.

Upon return to the S.S. Koko’s home port of Castelia City, after over a year of absence, the ship goes in for maintenance. For a lack of better things to do, you, alongside your best friend and Engineer Zirk, challenge the Multi Battle Line of the Battle Subway.

Unova wasn’t the place of your birth, but it is home, and returning home never comes without struggles. Old friends, old enemies, and new trials breach the surface, and sometimes, it’s all you can do to just stay afloat.

Book 1: Bravo Zulu - Coming Soon!

More notes under the cut!

I did a frankly obscene amount of research just to plot out the idea of this fic, and I’m honestly still not sure I got everything right. Bear with me please—the Navy is confusing.

I have headcanons upon headcanons for the Captain, but I’m not sure which ones I’m gonna make au canon yet. Really, it’s just headcanons all the way down. Three headcanons in a trenchcoat attempting to impersonate a semi-coherent thought, if you will.

If I do art, I’ll post it here, but I’m really not an artist. Mostly it would be sketches of different things, maybe some outfit mockups. I’m really bad at drawing people but ooooh Zirk NEEDS drawn (y’all will understand when I post his bio)

I am planning for this to be part of a series, called the Flaghoist series. This is because each work title is based on the International Maritime Signal Flags, which are often used through flaghoist signaling. (Fun fact: “Bravo Zulu,” or BZ, means well done.)

I DO have Pokémon teams decided already

I will be introducing other OC characters one at a time in their own posts!

I loooooved @grubbin22’s fics Smooth Operator and Unusual Haunts and the style of reader insert I’ll be writing is heavily inspired by theirs! Their casual dodging of the use of Y/N gives me LIFE. Go read their fics!!!!

Subscribe to my Ao3 to be notified when the first chapter posts!

[frankensteinmf]

⛓cigarettes out the window⛓RESIDENT EVIL FANFICTION 🕯 OCS AND CANON🕯

this is a one shot cause motivation left me for the bigger fan fic:,) enjoy this silly little fan fiction with silly little characters (and what i have noted down for Nikita/Laika) ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ocs included: Nikita '' Laika '' Yokovic = my personal oc Jaiden + Jordan Manalang = @feng-shui71 Jackie Steele = @silna-pdf ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

as the smoke gently raised up to the night sky, the source: being Lieutenant Nikita Yokovic leaned against the Raccoon Police Department building.. he was deep in thought as the fumes burned his lungs.. his medications, way of forgetting those.. awful days.. he hasnt heard much from Umbrella, what happened? did it finally fall? why hasnt Spencer nor anyone given him an order or clue?.. why is Birkin even more a bastard then normal..? and Albert.. Albert Wesker.. whats up with him?-

his ears perked up: footsteps.. Nikita's head snapped to look at who or what walked up to him.. '' yikes so sis wasnt wrong on you being jumpy, lieutenant..'' Jaiden Manalang, one of the team alpha soldiers Nikita himself trained, approached Nikita with a chuckle. ''.. what do you need Jaiden..? did Jordan send you to get me?..'' Nikita scoffed... as he continued smoking. '' cant i check up on my own mentor? or are you still brooding like an pissed off bear?..'' Jaiden chuckled as he leaned next to Nikita. '' dont you have paperwork to tend to, Jaid?..'' Nikita turned to actually acknowledge and look at Jaiden. ''.. not that i know off..'' Jaiden chuckled slightly, making sure Nikita didnt catch up on his more nervous tone. ''.. thats it, i wont let you slack off. '' Nikita put his cigarette out (disappointingly) before dragging Jaiden by his arm back into the R.P.D, even if Jaiden is not happy about it.

Jordan looked out her desk window.. the cold beautiful night was a calming sight to those who desire it. she could feel her breathing calm down as she leaned against the glass panel... its been alot, her kids can be tiring, Albert has been acting off and.. distant.. doesnt help this week has been confusing with the cannibal murders that took place the day before.. whats so bad of lighting a blunt, to feel that effect hit her completely.. '' Jord's! '' Jordan was snapped out of her thoughts by Jackie's acknowledgement.. despite the weirdness and honestly disturbing crimes, the S.T.A.R.S were assigned to investigate, Jackie hasnt changed one bit.. Jordan appreciates that, atleast she hasnt been down or.. different. '''.. weren't you suppose to clock out an hour again Jackie?..'' Jordan asked with a chuckle. ''.. well Chief Irons asked if i could wait for the other bravo members.. us lucky bunch have to investigate the butched murders.'' Jackie sighed before chuckling. ''...great, sounds fun... '' Jordan replied sarcastically before her doubts hit her again.. why does she feel so bad about this? why is Nikita so paranoid and frankly concerned about them? why is Albert so distant and keep calling that one freak Birkin? whats going on? ''.. earth to Jordan?.. your having that thinking face again..'' Jackie sat across Jordan with a concerned look. ''.. is Al being all mysterious again? '' '' its not just him.. the L.T has also been acting off, i didnt know the guy could even be more paranoid then normal.. something isnt right..'' Jordan pointed out as she looked down at the ground. ''.. Jords..'' Jackie placed her hand on Jordan's shoulder. ''.. i understand where your coming from.. Brad had made a joke about it too.. but i'm sure those old fucks are just shaken up from the butched murders.. it'll be all okay. '' Jackie gave her an reassuring smile. Jordan sighed. ''.. alrighty Jacks.. lets get this over with..''

Nikita and Jaiden soon returned to the office.. meanwhile Team bravo is preparing to head to the forest. Rebecca Chambers, a young rook that Nikita has been training for the last few months headed to him. '' boss! there are you are.. are you joining us?..'' she asked politely with a smile. Billy stood by her side protectively. Nikita looked at Jaiden firmly. '' you better be done with your paperwork once i'm back. '' he said without any ways for Jaiden to complain before he headed to Rebecca and Jackie. Jordan chuckles, '' i'll make sure of that lieutenant. '' Jaiden looks pissed off but he kept it to himself. Nikita chuckles. '' i know Jords.. be safe you two, i'll be back before it hits midnight..'' little did Nikita know.. everything shall be changed for good.. ──── ୨୧ ──── THE END (i prob got the timeline wrong lol, i wanna make more fanfics once motivation is back lol).

[vonartsy]

Poisonous Flowers [1001] - Ch 4

Chapter four.

First chapter. Previous chapter. Next chapter.

     Reflexively, the man yanked his hand away from the vine that had attempted to latch itself onto his glove, and sprinted for dear life.

     Oh dear. Things were not going well, not at all. The worst part was that it was all up to Vance to get them back. No offence to him, of course, but Vance wasn’t really the most… ideal person of choice. Not for a task of this much importance, and to do by himself no less. 

     Oh no, oh no—nononono… Vance quickly paced through the alleys without paying much attention to where he was walking, his hands absentmindedly playing with his left glove he took off. “This is all bad—really really bad…” He took even breaths so as to keep calm while his mind thought and thought about what his course of action should be. “Sooner the better, but I gotta put some thought into this too…” He continued to mutter under his breath, aimlessly wandering through the city. Then, Vance found a man leaning against a brick wall in a sort of dark and ominous alley. It would almost be cartoonishly scary if not for the cigarette held between his lips, golden yellow smoke being exhaled rather than the expected smoke. With his height, he was like a tree compared to Vance.

     The two exchanged glances. Both were expecting someone, but, well, other people. The stranger lifted a hand out his jacket’s pocket and took the cigarette out. “And who might you be?” The man had a distinct Russian accent.

     “Oh, hi. Vance. ” Vance waved a hello. As suspicious as the stranger looked, Vance wasn’t cautious at all about him, for some weird reason. “You happen to see a lil’ plant kid that’s, like, ye high?” He made an estimation of its size by putting one of his hands at about knee height.

     The stranger thought for a few seconds, then remembering that he actually had seen something like that. “It was bigger than that, but I think I know what you’re talking about. Thing went down that way.” He pointed with his cigarette at a slim entrance to a separate area that Vance would have totally missed if he hadn’t asked. 

     “Thanks man!” Vance shouted as he ran over to go in that direction. “���Preciate it!”

     The stranger watched as he scurried off. Lab people are so interesting…

     Strangely, Vance felt somewhat happier from the stranger. Maybe it was because he helped him, or because he just wanted some social interaction after having not talked to anyone for a solid 15 minutes—he’s the kind of guy to hang out with someone 24/7 if given the chance after all. Whatever the reason, Vance would probably try to find him again and be friends. ‘Can’t have too many friends’ is what he basically lived by.

     As he got closer to where he was told the anomaly was by, it smelled like… cut grass? Vance sneezed. Oh dear; it seemed like there was also an abundance of pollen. There’s probably a good chance it really was still around there then, and hopefully, it hadn’t sucked the life out of his missing team members. He didn’t know what he’d do without them; just an abrupt and forced goodbye. Best to not think about it, however, as he felt positively certain he was on the right track.

     Then he heard them, just faintly enough that it could have been bypassed without a second thought, but he recognised them instantly. It was hard to make out any words though, so he needed to get closer. Vance sprinted to where the echoing of their voices seemed to be originating from, focusing more than he ever had before on a task to try pinpointing where they were.

     “Erikson! Phillips?!” he called out.

     “Vance!” It sounded, and seemed, like Phillips was close by.

     If anything, Phillips sounded like she was… above him. He looked up, and above him was an amalgamation of brambles, leaves, fungi, and basically every other plant Vance couldn’t think of off the top of his head. The anomaly wasn’t even in a specific shape, just some sort of mass that fumbled around with the use of vines to pull itself. In this case, it was using the vines to stick to the two buildings making the narrow alley. It was encroaching on him, and fast.

     The man blinked a couple times to see how true this was until it was only a metre or two away. He jumped as he realised the freak really was there, running out onto a sidewalk. The anomaly chased after him like a feral animal, leaving trails of moss and fungi spores in its wake. Vance walked backwards and onto the road while loading his tranquillizer, glancing up at the anomaly every other second to see how fast it was gaining on him.

     “C’mon c’mon, just load already!” he growled. His gun just happened to be jamming at the absolute worst possible time. Finally, after enough hits, the tranquillizer decided to properly work for once, and so Vance raised it up and fired two darts.

     One flew just above the anomaly, the other lodging itself right into the core of the target. It shrieked, flailing its plant appendages in rage, but despite the fact the poison was designed for anomalies, the rain seemed to be reinvigorating the entity and washing out the effects. All his attempt at defence did was make it furious. The anomaly lunged at Vance, only to be rammed by Bravo Team’s van.

     Vance stared dumbfoundedly as the anomaly flew across the road, the van skidding to a halt.

     One of the front windows rolled down. “Get in, loser.” Oh. It was Dipaulo sitting in the passenger side. Did… did he have a flower crown on?

     “Yeah, yeah,” Vance grumbled, climbing into the back seat. It looked like Brit was driving. “Where’d ya’ find Brit?”

     “The plant freak had a nest, or… something like that—on top of a building. He was just chilling in there.” Dipaulo whispered something about running over the anomaly to Brit, to which he shook his head. 

     “And what’s with the flower thing? On your head?” 

     Dipaulo shrugged. “Brit was bored when he was stuck with the anomaly.”

     While those two continued chatting, Brit left the van and cautiously made his way over to the anomaly. It looked like it was, unsurprisingly, knocked out. Thing is, it was far too big to stuff in the back of the van though, so they’d just deal with that later and hope it didn’t wake up by the time they got back from getting the rest of Bravo. Brit went to the van, driving down the road to the building with the entity’s nest. If it behaved the same, then Phillips and Erikson were expected to be there.

     Brit parked in front of the building and turned to Dipaulo and Vance. “Alright, so, you lads are going to stay here and watch for the anomaly. I’m going to check if Erikson and Phillips are in the nest, and if they are, I’ll bring them out. Got that? And please, no funny business. This mission is already spelling out way too much paperwork that I don’t have the time or energy for.”

     Vance and Dip both looked at each other before nodding.

     “Good.” With that said, Brit promptly left.

     “So…” Vance got comfortable, and since he had the backseats all to himself, laid down with his hands placed on his stomach. “How long were ya’ looking for Brit ‘til you found him?” He asked curiously. “Like, considering we didn’t stay long at the lab at all, and y’ already left, you must’ve been searchin’ like a dang hound.”

     “I was… worried.” Dipaulo looked out the window at the building.

     “Mmm, yeah, fair.” The van got mostly quiet, the only sound being Vance softly humming a cheery tune to himself. 

     It wasn’t long before Brit came back with Erikson and Phillips tailing behind him. Brit got in the front, Erikson shooing Dipaulo to go in the back (which he did with a pout), and Phillips sitting in the back as well. Now they were all in their usual placement.

     “Oop, that was fast,” said Vance. “So we gon’ get that thing now?”

     Brit nodded, driving them all to where it was, and somehow, the anomaly was still there. Actually, it seemed too still… Eh, not that much of their problem. Bravo Team got out of the van, staring at it until Phillips had an idea of how to bring it to the lab.

     “What if we, uhm, we took it and like… put it… on top of the van? You know?”

     Vance grinned at the idea and put his left glove on again, briefly giving Phillips a thumbs up, and then grabbing a couple of vines. He managed to pull it towards the van a little bit, but he’d definitely need some help if they were going to get it on top anytime soon. Vance turned to the others, gritting his teeth while he still kept pulling it. “Am I gonna do this all by myself?”

     The rest took the hint and helped to drag it all the way over and onto the top, and to keep it on the van, Erikson tied some of the vines around the bars on the roof of the car.

[insomniacsystem]

Because I'm in a Shadow Company brainrot mood here's all our OC's/alters bios at least with what were so far willing to share cause anxiety.

Name: Rhys 'Azrael' Grey

Callsign: Shadow 6-1 (based on his SAS callsign Bravo 6-1)

Rank: Captain (promoted)

Race: Native American(Navajo)/Irish

Height: 5'6

Age: 34

Gender: transgender male

Pronouns: He/They

Desc: Azrael is an ex SAS soldier at one point ending up a POW on a classified mission losing multiple members of the squad he was leading along with his fiance that had joined him on the team. After almost a decade of service multiple of his medical issues from childhood were finally diagnosed leaving him with a medical discharge and Azrael being the person he is definitely doesn't accept that as the end of his military career applying to Shadow Company intent on proving his abilities and keeping up his work.

Azrael is almost always found wearing as much covering clothing as possible almost never found without his neck gaiter on to cover the scars that mar the skin on his face and neck a painful reminder of captivity he's determined to keep hidden.(Though Graves and the other Shadows eventually coax him into opening up and wearing it less often)

Personality: Azrael is known for being extremely closed off keeping strong walls around himself to keep others out and away from his emotions and vulnerabilities. it's a major surprise to most to find that his old friends describe younger Azrael from before he was captured as cheery, sweet, and, extremely empathetic many don't exactly believe it considering most see him as cold and unfeeling, even if he does truly care for those around him just from behind his walls where he believes himself to be safer.

Name: Ashton 'Phoenix' Adair

Callsign: Shadow 7-5

Rank: Sergeant

Race: Scottish

Height: 6'5

Age: 33

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/They

Desc: Ashton is another ex-SAS soldier, having ended up a POW on the same mission as his ex-fiance Azrael, ending in them breaking up shortly after their release as guilt tears away at him, feeling he should have been able to protect his fiance and squad. It's not long before Ashton gets himself into trouble as he goes after the men responsible for him and Azrael's suffering leaving him on the run hiding from certain Russian extremists.

Ashton, with the help of a friend in high places, fakes his death, disappearing to work with Shadow Company on American soil where he's less likely to be discovered, and he still has opportunities to take out the men he's been searching for.

Personality: Ashton is known for being fiery, confident, and extroverted, often found chatting with the other shadows, happily helping out with what he can where he can without complaint.

Name: Vance 'V' Serra

Callsign: Shadow 0-2

Rank: Captain

Race: Mexican/Hispanic

Height: 6'7

Age: 33

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/They

Desc: Vance is and ex-Marine and has been close friends with Graves since they met encouraging the older man the entire way through starting Shadow Company despite his own contract with the Marines not exactly being up yet he waits out the time separated cheering his friend in from afar until finally he's able to resign immediately transferring himself to work with Graves once again become his right hand man.

All goes well for Vance for the most part the shadows do their jobs damn well and he's endlessly proud of his and Graves' men he's expecting things to go as usual as he's sent out in the convoy with the missiles only to find himself very wrong watching as his men are slaughtered he plays dead knowing damn well they have him outnumbered he's determined to make it back to Graves he waits out the soldiers as they collect the missiles keeping still even as the fire in the car licks at his skin immediately putting himself out and scrambling for a radio as the sounds of cars fade out he finds himself lucky as he's able to contact Graves ULF being able to send a small rescue team despite Shepards refusal to attempt proper rescue saving Vance's life leaving him in the hospital to recover during Las Almas returning to work as soon as he's cleared

Personality: Vance is known for being fiercely loyal to Shadow Company it's commander especially taking care of Graves and the shadows diligently making sure everyone is taken care of and not neglecting themselves his usual calm but happy demeanor soothing to those around him though that's definitely not saying he's not short tempered especially when it comes to defending Graves though the shadows often tease him for it prodding the man about having a crush despite Vance vehemently denying it.

Name: Emris 'Firefly' Hendricks

Callsign: Shadow 7-7

Rank: Sergeant

Race: Native American

Height: 5'7

Age: 32

Gender: Trans male

Pronouns: He/They

Desc: Emris is Shadow Company's most well-known demolitionist, always managing to find himself in trouble for some kind of energetic hijinks, often getting other shadows involved and getting slightly carried away. Emris is usually one of the many shadows messing with Graves in the most wholesome way possible, planting joke motivational posters of Graves and things, much to Graves' embarrassment, though he secretly finds it hilarious the shadows seem to love the posters and things so much.

Name: Arlo 'Icarus' Lyons

Callsign: Shadow 1-3

Rank: lieutenant

Race: American/Irish

Height: 6'5

Age: 28

Gender: Nonbinary (AFAB I swear that's important)

Pronouns: He/They/She

Desc: Arlo joined up with Shadow Company through interesting circumstances one of the few recruits trained by Shadow Company itself rather than coming from another military. Arlo is extremely dedicated to his work and loyal to Graves. the two had gotten along well since he joined Shadow company, though only a few years into his time with them through what he'd thought were harmless hookups to blow off steam, they had managed to get pregnant despite their infertility, despite the bad timing and circumstances, Arlo is understandably ecstatic having wanted kids of his own. though, due to the high-risk nature of her pregnancy, Arlo finds themselves on bed rest though Graves refuses to let him be alone considering, Arlo is single with no family, leaving him and Vance insistant on helping out and make sure he's cared for. he ends up having his daughter, Evie, with only mino8 complications, being age 8 as of the events of MW2 and 11 as of MW3.

Arlo does eventually defect from Shadow Company, joining up for 141 after the events of Las Almas. Despite the guilt he feels abandoning Graves, the young man couldn't cope with continuing to work with them, afraid of events like Las Almas repeating.

Personality: Arlo is known for being extremely sweet and charismatic keeping things running smoothly and arguments to a minimum at least to the best of his ability.

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Name: Callum Lucian

K9:Umbra (a black Belgian Malinois) (pup pic wip)

Callsign: Ace (0-13)

Rank: Sergeant

Race: American

Height: 5'8

Age:25

Gender: Trans Male

Pronouns: He\They

Desc: Callum is one of Shadow Company's resident K9 handlers. While Callum occasionally uses crutches, his cane, and braces between missions during flare-ups, and to allow his old injuries and chronic pain to settle, he is still incredibly capable in the field. having refused to let his back and knee injury stop him from serving, he joined SC once he'd healed shortly after his original discharge from the military, bringing his K9 along with him as they'd been retired together due to Umbra's strong attachment to Callum.

Personality:

Name: Warren 'Rune' Rivera

Callsign: Shadow 8-8

Rank: Lieutenant

Specialization: K9's

K9's: Nixie (Shepherd) and Nico (black Shepherd)

Race:White

Birthplace: USA/Tennessee

Height: 6'3

Age:35

Birthday: March 5th 1989

Gender:Male

Pronouns:He/they

Medical conditions: left leg amputated just below the knee hearing loss in left ear.

Desc:

Personality:

Name: Maeve 'Artemis' Grey

Callsign: Shadow 0-7

Rank: Lieutenant

Gender: Female

Pronouns:She/They

Age:29

Height: 6'1

Birthplace: Ireland

Race: Irish & (unknown)

Sexuality: Panromantic Greyromantic Asexual

Specialty:

Medical conditions: POTS ADHD Autism

Desc: backstory is still in the works but for now she's a new transfer from the SAS and Azrael's adoptive sister.

Mae is the result of a still secret affair her mother had, which has led to much resentment on her father's part. She, by now, is very aware she's not his biological daughter, but her mother still refuses to give her any information on her real dad, insisting on keeping their family's reputation spotless as usual.

Maeve, the youngest of all her siblings, grew up being taught to resent Azrael, being taught various horrible mindsets by her extremely religious family. For most of that time, she believed them, though as time went on, watching her older adoptive brother be abused so horribly chipped away at her. Her guilt only grew when Azrael ran away at 17 after being outed as trans, leaving her to reevaluate her parent's teachings. One could imagine the feeling of fear she felt when she found she'd started to crush on another girl at 16.

Maeve quickly realized she didn't want to live at home anymore and managed to forge he parents' signature, signing up for the British armed forces at 16, unknowingly following in Azrael's footsteps.

Personality:

Name: Adian 'Apollo' Grey

Callsign: 7-0

Rank: Lieutenant

Gender: Transmale

Pronouns:He/They

Age:29

Birthday: April 8th

Height: 5'10

Blood type: O+

Birthplace: Ireland

Race: Irish & (unknown)

Sexuality: Pansexual Aromatic

Religion: Pagan

Specialty: espionage

Medical conditions: POTS ADHD PTSD(childhood trauma) Autism Asthma Chronic pain from repeated injuries to his spine and ribs in his childhood.

Desc: backstory is still in the works

Aidan and Maeve are the result of a still "secret" affair their mother had, which has led to much resentment on their father's part. They, by now, are very aware they're not his biological children, but their mother still refuses to give them any information on their real dad, insisting on keeping their family's reputation spotless as she usually always has.

Aidan, the youngest of all their siblings aside from his twin sister. Maeve, grew up being taught to resent Azrael, being taught various horrible mindsets by his extremely religious family. For most of that time, he believed them, though as time went on, watching his older adoptive brother be abused so horribly chipped away at him. His guilt only grew when Azrael ran away at 17 after being outed as trans, leaving the twins to reevaluate their parent's teachings. One could imagine the feeling of fear Aidan must have felt already knowing he was trans like his older brother since he was young ~~hence Azrael's nickname for him Apollo~~.

The twins quickly realized they didn't want to live at home anymore and managed to forge their parents' signature, signing up for the British armed forces at 16, both unknowingly following in Azrael's footsteps.

Personality:

~~ok last one fr this time I swear dbdb~~

[blade-ranger-301]

Sorry about the bots!! I have the same problem on my main and side blogs. 🥲

So here is a normal question for ya! What are some of your favorite Blade HCs?

Ah glad I'm not the only one. They're so annoying 😭

And thank you for the ask! Means a lot and I'd love to be able to interact with others about our OC's and headcanons

I have a few of my own personal HC's for the angry helo 🚁:

- British. Despite the Planes 2 film being set in the US (I'm assuming), I'm writing my own fanfiction which is basically my own version of the film with added OC's, and it's set in the UK JUST for the sole reason that I can write Blade as a Brit 🇬🇧 (I have another post that support this lore: land, fire statistics, etc)

If Blade was British, he'd be from Northern or North-Western England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 He's got that vibe in him: Typical working-class, an unmatched taste in humour, down to earth, sarcastic, takes no shit, stubborn and incredibly stoic (especially this), and I would imagine he would swear.. a lot

I think another reason why this is fun for me is that I can show other non-UK followers what the UK is really like. None of that London aesthetics shit. Idk how others view my country but whenever you look at ✨️UK aesthetic✨️ pics online, it's either London or cute little countryside cottages. A lot of photos and posts on social media perceive the whole of the UK as one big "London" island. Blade is none of that, and I think it'll be fun to see what he brings to the table 🇬🇧

- another HC is that he's best friends with Bravo and Echo. I've not yet explored how he meets and befriends them

- Blade occasionally drinks on the job. Not intense drinking, but Maru would definitely make him a glass or two to prevent him from going on a rage induced murder spree on everyone when he's in one of his bad moods. It's even hinted in the film when Maru sarcastically replies to Cad via radio "Oh, he's out back sipping a Motojito". So Blade's definitely having a few cheeky mojito cocktails on the sly whilst on duty. Maybe that's why he's sometimes so calm and chill in the movie XDDD

- The biggest HC I'm exploring is a big self-insert in Blade's past. Nick is alive so there's a reason why he leaves filming, but he's dealt with another traumatic experience in the past.

For the entirety of 2024, I've been dealing with the aftermath of a best friend breakup. In all 24 years of life, this is probably the worst BFF trainwreck I've experienced to date. That person is also a member of the LM community (not here) and have since replaced me with a new best friend also in the LM community. So this year I've been processing the up's and down's in my mental health. It's been 1 year since it happened, and I'm still not the same and it still affects me, but I've survived and maybe I've come a long way since but it doesn't feel like it - but I'll keep on trudging forward *keep calm and carry on Brit energy 🇬🇧✨️*

I'm planning on Blade going through the same 'best friend betrayal' ordeal because I think that maybe this will help me in some way. Due to this event, Blade will be affected badly and will become depressed, withdrawn, melancholic and angry, and will actively isolate himself from his team and others. When my heli OC Toni comes along, she'll have a hard time earning his trust, but with time, patience and Maru's help, she will eventually break through his shell and he'll be a much happier character in future and they'll become a couple.

I'm not sure how the timeline and scenes will pan out, but I use quotes to take notes and ideas for now, but I struggle with motivation and creativity often. But I'm going to get the Planes 2 fanfic out the way before I can worry about this one XD

But anyways thank you for letting me ramble and I hope you all enjoyed the read ☺️

[chaosbarelycontained]

This Must Be Some Kind Of Fear

North Country Boy Chapter 8

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x AFAB!OC

TW: Swearing, fear of heights

Words: 2.7k

Synopsis: The team arrive at the safe house and Soap starts to put two and two together.

The flight to Dushikistan was uneventful. Each member of Bravo company dealt with the growing pre-mission apprehension in their own ways. Price hunched forward, elbows on knees as he reviewed the details of the op on his tablet, his bottom lip pinched between his thumb and forefinger. Roach and Gaz were playing rock, paper, scissors for some indiscernible reason, and Soap, as usual, was turned towards Ghost, a devilish grin painting his features as he mercilessly poked fun at his Lieutenant. Jules turned back to her own tablet and studied the blueprints it displayed. She marked a couple of areas that sparked her interest and then pinged the file across to the Captain, who frowned a little before looking up with a raised eyebrow. Jules shrugged, her mouth turned down in question and Price inclined his head in agreement.

As the plane readied for landing, Jules stowed her tablet and leaned her head back, closing her eyes against the roar of the engines and the lurch in her stomach as they began their descent. Her fingers flexed around the straps of her safety belt and her breaths developed a subtle tremor.

“Y’ok there, Tiger?” Soap asked, accompanying his question with a kick against her foot.

“Yeah, just tryin’ to drown out your whiny little voice,” Jules snipped back, just a tad too sharp to be called banter.

“Fuckin’ hell, who pissed in your porridge this mornin’?”

“Leave it, Johnny,” Ghost growled, his eyes fixed on Jules and her uncomfortable frown.

“I was only-”

“I said, leave it.” The command in his tone brooked no argument.

Jules opened one eye a crack and found the Lieutenant still staring. When he noticed her scrutiny he raised his eyebrow, causing the headset he wore to lift slightly. Jules said nothing, merely tilting her head and narrowing her eyes at him, before focusing on the view from the window.

The ground loomed closer and Jules screwed her eyes shut once more, her knuckles white with the strength of her grip on the straps crossing her chest. She swallowed forcefully and almost swore out loud when the plane hit a patch of turbulence and lurched dramatically. An unexpected pressure on the top of her right boot drew her attention but then the plane lurched again and a quiet whimper escaped from her lips. The pressure on the top of her foot increased, almost to the point of pain and, startled, her eyes flew open to see another boot crushing down on hers. Ghost ground his foot down once more and Jules hissed, pulling away with an angry grunt - just as the plane touched down. If she didn’t know better Jules would have sworn she saw concern beneath the smug glint in his eyes but she refused to let the thought find any purchase in her mind.

There were two men waiting for them at the small airstrip, standing alongside two off-road, Jeep-style transports. Jules recognized one of them from the communication she’d been sent from her contacts in the SRR and stepped up to Price and Ghost as they checked over their equipment.

“Sir, man on the left should be Ilyos, he’s our main contact. Second man is expected but name unknown. Handshakes are common here.” Jules offered the information, hoping to make the initial contact as smooth as possible.

“Roger that, Tiger,” Price acknowledged with a nod.

As if there had been an unseen signal, Bravo Company gathered in formation behind their Captain and Lieutenant and the six of them moved as one towards the waiting figures. Price held out his hand as they drew closer, a gruff but friendly smile on his face, but the rest remained stoic and all of them projected an aura of seriousness and thinly-veiled intimidation. Even Jules kept her hands on her rifle, constantly assessing the situation for any signs of danger.

They needn’t have worried. The man whom Jules had identified as Ilyos stepped forwards and took Price’s hand in his, a smile splitting his dark beard.

“Assalomu alaikum,” he rumbled, shaking the Captain’s hand and nodding towards the others.

“Va alaikum assalom. You’re Ilyos, I presume?” Price asked before turning to shake the second man’s hand also.

“Yes, and this is my brother, Fozil. I would say welcome to our country but it would be better served for a visit under less…disagreeable circumstances.”

“Definitely,” Price agreed, “although from what we’ve seen from the air it looks like a beautiful place.”

“Oh it is, it is,” Ilyos said. “Now come, we will transport you to the safe house.”

The team split into two, with Price, Roach, and Gaz in the first vehicle with Ilyos, leaving Jules, Ghost, and Soap to ride in the second with Fozil. The impish Sergeant managed to keep up his straight face and all-business attitude even whilst deliberately rushing to take the passenger seat, leaving Jules to wedge herself in the back with Ghost.

“Y’little twat,” she hissed under her breath, shooting the Scot a black look as he threw her a one-fingered salute behind the seat.

Ghost shifted in his seat, spreading his knees wide in a vain search for more comfort. Jules tried to put as much distance between them as possible but it was futile and so, with a frustrated huff, resigned herself to an hour of attempting to ignore the hulking presence beside her.

The Dushiki countryside was wild and beautiful. Giant, snow-capped mountains bordered lush green plains, bisected by a single track road of grey asphalt that matched the colour of the natural rock formations. Spring flowers were in bloom and the weather in the valley they travelled through was warm and bright. Jules almost gasped in delight when they crested a small rise and a vast lake of turquoise blue water stretched out before them.

“We’re climbing into the mountain passes now,” Fozil informed them, raising his voice to carry over the noise of the engine. “It will get a little colder before we reach the edge of the village.”

Jules offered him a small smile and the Dushiki man returned to his conversation with Soap, who peppered him with questions about the landscape and terrain.

There was no glass in the windows of the vehicle and Jules breathed deeply of the fresh air that rushed past them. It carried a faint scent of the herbs that grew on the mountainside and, not for the first time, she was grateful for the chance to visit places like this, despite her reasons for being there. Whilst her eyes were still sharp on the scenery her mind began to wander, lulled by the motion of the vehicle and the once-familiar presence beside her. She thought back to Ghost’s actions in the plane, when her old fear had almost got the better of her, and then she realised…

* * * * *

Her hand felt so delicate in his as he wrapped his fingers around it and pulled her slightly to the left, in the direction of Piccadilly Gardens.

“Thought we were getting the bus back?” Jules asked, surprised.

“Yeah, in a bit, I just…I really wanna go on there,” he pointed, leading her gaze towards the large ferris wheel​​ that had taken up residence in the open space.

“Oh,” she breathed, a knot of nerves forming in her stomach as she registered the height of the structure.

Looking back at Simon’s face, at the child-like anticipation that sparkled in his eyes, Jules found herself giving in despite her fear. It was so rare for him to want to do something for himself that she couldn’t say no. With a tight smile she nodded and the two of them made their way over to the ride. There was no queue, which wasn’t exactly surprising for a Wednesday afternoon, so they managed to get a whole gondola to themselves.

They sat close to each other and Simon stretched out, his long legs reaching almost all the way across to the opposite seats, but when the gondola began to move Jules let out a yip and her hands, tucked inside her sleeves, flew to her mouth.

“Aw, shit Jules, I’m sorry, I forgot. We can stop and get ‘em to let us off. I should’ve thought,” Simon swore, looking down at her with concern.

“No, it’s fine, I’m OK. I can do this,” she squeaked, screwing her eyes shut as they ascended higher and higher above the Mancunian streets.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, squeezing the top of her bicep in a gesture of comfort but it wasn’t enough and Jules was sure he could feel how much she was shaking.

With a tut of self-admonishment, Simon twisted slightly, changing his grip, and then pulled her up onto his lap. She let out a yip and buried her face into his neck when the gondola juddered and stopped again.

“What’s happenin’? Is it broken?!” She whimpered, clutching on to the collar of his Adidas jacket.

“Nah, Princess, they’re jus’ lettin’ some more people on, that’s all,” he soothed. “See, we’re movin’ again now. Next time we stop we’ll be at the top.”

Jules was embarrassed by the pathetic whine that left her throat but she couldn’t help it and burrowed even further into him.

“Shh, it’s ok,” he soothed, one arm around her waist whilst his other hand cupped the back of her head, pressing her to him.

“‘M sorry, Si,” she mumbled into his neck. “‘M such a shithouse.”

“‘Ave a word,” he chuckled. “You twatted Debbie for me, I’d ‘ardly call you a shithouse.”

“For you?” Jules scoffed, pulling back slightly to give him a disparaging glare. “As if.”

The gondola lurched to a stop once more and Jules grimaced before gnawing on her bottom lip, her eyes wide. Risking another moment of fear, Simon shifted, pulling Jules around so that she straddled him and she immediately clung to him like a koala, her fingers scrabbling for purchase against his back. She seemed to settle just a little when she realised they weren’t moving but her heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his chest.

Pushing her back slightly he gripped her chin in one hand, titling her head up so she was forced to look at him. The smile he gave her sent a thrill down her spine and before she could even think, his lips were on hers. The kiss was bruising in its intensity and Jules gasped as Simon swiped his tongue against her bottom lip before nipping at it. She moaned desperately, displaced adrenaline making her sink deeper into him as she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back with just as much fervour.

“Simon, what-?” She panted, breaking away, her heart pounding for an entirely different reason.

“Gotta distract you somehow, Princess,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses against her jaw.

“But what about the view?”

“Fuck the view,” he rumbled, capturing her lips once more.

* * * * *

Jules swallowed audibly and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Clearing her throat she listened to Soap and Fozil’s chatter for a moment before turning just a fraction towards Ghost. Even that slight movement drew his attention and he looked over at her, his raised eyebrow visible even beneath his balaclava.

“Thanks,” she croaked quietly. “For the distraction. On the plane.”

He stared. Long enough for Jules to begin to regret saying anything at all and for her anger to begin to rise again but then there came a jerk of his chin and a huff of acknowledgment before he turned his head to scan their surrounds once more.

Fozil guided the vehicle around ever-tightening hairpin bends as the road they travelled climbed up into a mountain pass. When they reached the top and saw the whole valley roll out before them, like an emerald carpet, Soap let out a whistle of appreciation.

“Och, would ye look at tha’ view, Lt, Tiger? S’almost enough to rival the Trossachs, aye?” He turned back to them with a wide grin and Jules nodded her agreement - it truly was beautiful.

“Fuck the view,” Ghost muttered as they began their descent, so quietly that only Jules could hear him over the noise of the engine.

Their two Dashiki contacts dropped Bravo Company at the safe house on the outskirts of one of the mountain villages, bid them farewell, and then departed on motorbikes, leaving them with the two vehicles. The house itself was of traditional Dashiki construction, meaning that it was a simple mud and stone rectangular-shaped building with a flat roof and small windows.

“Eyes open, lads,” Price muttered, cautious despite the obvious isolation and lack of civilians.

There was only one story, with an open living space and kitchen area. Low, padded, couches obviously doubled as beds and there was a wooden staircase along the back wall that led up to the roof. Another wooden door opened out onto the back of the property and the only other enclosed space was a small bathroom. Although the house was a decent size, with the six of them in there it felt small.

The old-fashioned wood-fired oven was already lit, kicking out enough heat to keep the room tolerable in the cooling air of the oncoming evening. Gaz cautiously took the stairs to check out the roof, whilst Roach cleared the bathroom. At their signals, the team began to relax slightly and Jules dumped her pack next to one of the sofas and wandered into the kitchen area. There was a small electric cool box that held some milk, hard cheese, and eggs, for which she silently thanked Ilyos and Fozil, and a tap for cold running water.

“First thing’s first,” she muttered, filling a large pot with water and setting it atop the stove to boil.

Having raided the ORPs for teabags, Jules furnished everyone with a cuppa and, with Soap on the roof as first lookout, they sat around on the surprisingly comfortable sofas and ran through their brief once more.

The sun had almost set and there was a distinct chill in the air when Gaz rose to take over from Soap on the roof and the Scot came down the stairs with the creak of wood and an audible grumble.

“Am fuckin’ starved,” he moaned, flopping onto a sofa, stretching out his limbs like a starfish.

Jules grunted her agreement and reached once more for the ORP in her pack. All day breakfast again, she grimaced, but not the quality of ones she bought from the camping store.

“Hey, you all got breakfasts in your ORPs?” She asked, encouraged by the noises of assent she received in return. “Mint, fire ‘em over this way. I got a plan.”

“Is it a cunning plan?” Price said with a smirk.

“It’s a plan so cunnin’ y’could stick a tail on it an’ call it a weasel,” she grinned back, catching the Captain’s food packet when he launched it across the room.

Gathering up the six ration packs she fumbled around in the kitchen cabinets until she found a large cast iron cooking pot that would go into the oven. She emptied the ration packs into it and then stirred the mixture around, wincing at the unappetising, congealed, mess. She levelled out the surface and then made wells for the eggs before cracking them into the breakfast mix. Pulling out a knife from her belt, she rinsed it under the sink and then gently began to shave the cheese on top of the dish.

“What are ye…” Soap began but Ghost cut him off.

“That’s not y’Mam’s train smash, is it?” He asked with a hint of awed wonder.

“Not a patch on it but as close as it can be,” Jules confirmed, lifting the pot and sliding it into the hot oven before closing the door with a satisfying snick. “Fifteen minutes, fellas.”

“Nothin’ll ever beat y’Mam’s cookin’ but still, this is better than nowt,” Ghost replied and Jules swore she saw the edges of his mask lift slightly.

“How’d you ken wha’ her Ma’s food tastes like, hmmm?” Soap jumped in, grasping at the thin thread of potential gossip.

Jules and Ghost paused for a moment too long to be innocent, but it was the Lieutenant who gathered his wits first.

“Everyone round our way knew Bev Kelsall’s cookin’. She worked in the caff on the market. Best banjo butties I ever ate.”

“Yeah,” Jules coughed out a laugh. “She were mega.”

Taglist: @aykxz98 @spicyspicyliving

[itsmistyeyedbi]

I've seen a handful of posts about the different ways an a/n/detective romance could go down, and would like to throw my hat in the ring (with Zuri of course).

It seems like I'm sharing some braincells with people lol, because this post by @fauville and especially this post by @sewellsheart (I hope you guys don't mind me tagging you, if you do just let me know and I'll remove it) are both pretty close (or exactly spot on) to the thoughts I had earlier this week. It's also sorta kinda includes @wayhavenots headcanon of N being demiromantic.

(Also tagging @serenpedac because you mentioned that you'd like me to when I got around to posting this)

When I answered this ask with questions from the lovey dovey oc development prompts list, I mentioned that although Zuri finds aspects of each member of Unit Bravo attractive when she first meets them, Nate is who catches her eye the most. He's the closest to her type - Zuri flirts with him in book 1 regardless of the route she's in lol.

Considering the vampire senses, and the fact that sometimes Zuri wasn't being all that subtle lol, he knows this. And he flirts back too; there's some aesthetic attraction there (maybe I'm biased, but methinks Zuri is very nice to look at lol), but before much/any sexual attraction can come in Zuri’s attention pivots to Adam. I've mentioned before that she is drawn to emotionally unavailable people - but especially when they let a feeling or two slip, when she gets to see the asshole be more than an asshole lol. And Adam doesn't seem to be as indifferent to her as he was before. Quite the opposite actually.

It's no skin off Nate's back. As nice as it was, there wasn't any romantic feelings there, and it would probably be wise to not pursue something with her. Zuri is his handler's daughter, and having any potential relationship they have end the way his previous relationships did could have complicated his relationship with both of them. Besides, they aren't staying in Wayhaven for long anyway (ha!).

So it's no skin off his back. Really. Truly. Except watching Adam's growing interest in her makes envy rear it's ugly head. It's a familiar sight, one that has been directed at him throughout the 300 years of him knowing Adam. As he became his friend and his confidant, as trust and loyalty grew between them - little, stolen moments dotted the fabric of their friendship. For the first time in more years than he could reasonably keep count of, the desire for the romance he read in books and poetry blossomed into a love for Adam. To have him, body and heart and soul - and to give his own to him. From the moment he realised those feelings, he wanted to throw himself headfirst into love, into a relationship, with the man who knew and accepted every part of him.

But Adam couldn't bring himself to do the same. It was too risky, too dangerous. It would create a weakness in him that would lead to Nate's destruction. And Nate - kind, gentle, beautiful, Nate - doesn't deserve that. And Adam doesn't deserve him. So their feelings are restricted to those stolen moments, to the brief meeting of their eyes, to lingering touches. And if they trip and stumble and fall into each other's arms in the dead of night, they will return to the status-quo by morning. With there being a little more distance, a little more hurt in Nate's eyes and guilt in Adam's heart until the pain subsides. Until they fall again. They've been falling for centuries.

As much as it hurts, Nate won't push him. He understands his reservations and his concerns, how much the life he left behind still haunts him. His own haunts him as well, of course he understands. Even though he longs for the ghosts of their past to no longer hold them back.

And that interest in Zuri...it means something. But Nate finds a little bit of selfish comfort in the fact that they will continue on with their lives when the mission is complete. They will go on, with Zuri having breathed new life into his team, his family, with her acceptance and excitement, her brightness and her resilience - with her humanity.

Except... they are staying in Wayhaven. They have a home there, and Zuri will be working with them as a human liaison. He's delighted! Wayhaven is a small, charming town full of good people who should be protected. Meeting and getting to know Zuri has been wonderful and friendly, and he's looking forward to learning more about her. But that means she and Adam can continue to develop a relationship, and he has to watch as she slowly slips past his defences.

As painful as it is to watch him fall in love with another, he ultimately wants to see Adam happy, and perhaps Zuri is the person who he will find that with. She is lovely, after all. She was determined to help the people of her home when the maalused arrived and made people ill, human and supernatural alike. She was quick to protect Adam from being infected as well. She was curious, always eager to learn more about the world she'd been thrust into. She was charming and cheeky and kind, subtly coming to his defence with a smile and a wink when she met Unit Alpha while remaining friendly and gaining their favour (this is from the dialogue option where the detective can go: "just so you know, I like museums too." the smiling and winking there is Zuri specific, so not in the actual text).

They slowly grew closer, toeing the line of crossing into the deep, dark waters of their past. And the closer they become, the more it stings to see watch the tentative hope build up inside her. To then see the flash of pain in Zuri’s eyes when Adam pulls away, the guilt in his eyes when she stitches on a smile, the resignation in both of them that Nate knows all too well. She eventually starts turning to him for comfort, whether it's in the form of a distraction or advice. When she does, she's nervous and can barely meet his eye, hugging herself tight as though to keep herself from falling apart. Being vulnerable like this with someone is the last thing Zuri wants to do, but everything is eating away at her, and she just needs... something. Someone. Some way to come up for air.

The reasons are more complicated than Nate initially thought. It turns out that Zuri is just as conflicted about their connection as Adam is, with her keeping him at arms length as well as his interest evolved into longing. Into something she she can just barely recognise, something that scares her. Something she doesn't think she deserves. It gets easier to talk to Nate, just a little. Just enough for him to feel like a soft place to land, safe and warm as he allows her to curl into his side - although she catches the gleam of envy or jealousy or both.

Nate is doing his best to conceal it, but he can't help how he feels. The thing is... he isn't quite sure where it's coming from anymore, and a rare but familiar feeling stirs in his chest. And Zuri looks so comfortable buried against his side, hiding away from the world while allowing him to see the parts of her that are sharp as shards of glass, beautiful when they catch the light. And when he manages to make her smile, to make her laugh, his heart skips a beat and all he wants to do is drink in the sight of her in all her beauty...

Then he thinks of Adam, and all the times he melted at his dimpled smile and soft gaze, the times he got drunk on the sight of him standing by his side, laying underneath him...

Oh. Oh no.

Eventually, Nate does speak to Adam. I'm not entirely confident in my thoughts on how this would go down, but I don't think he would pretend that his feelings weren't there or hurt. I think Nate would tell him that his feelings for him haven't changed, but he ultimately wants him to be happy and that he might find that happiness with Zuri (there might be a little bit of awkwardness here considering his developing feelings for her). But he'd also let him know that what he's doing is only hurting her; she may not be completely innocent here, Nate knows that Adam is hurting as well and Zuri can be just as wishy washy, but all of this should let him know that pushing away the people who care about him achieves nothing. It only cause pain all around, and Adam needs to decide on whether that is or isn't something he's willing to keep doing.

This is where the the poly can come in (finally, I know). There's two possible routes for this.

1. Nate and Zuri develop feelings for each other, but remain friends while her relationship with Adam progresses and they eventually get together. Adam ends up having a general idea of their feelings for each other, based on their physical reactions more than anything. So, after a long, long, long while, Zuri and Adam talk about Nate and their not so previous feelings for him (I can see Adam talking about Nate also having feelings for Zuri like it's the most obvious thing in the world, while she's in complete disbelief lmao). They'd have a long talk about what that could mean for them, and once they determine that they still want to stay together, Zuri proposes that they talk to Nate about him possibly joining them.

I can't imagine what that would be like for Nate. Maybe it would be a little confusing. Maybe it would feel unreal that two of the people he cares for the most, the people he is in love with, love him as well. And after what could be years of him watching them together, on the outside looking in, wondering if he'd ever be able to share in their love, or if the bittersweet feelings in his chest would be his burden to carry for eternity - something he was willing to do if it meant they both got to be happy.

It would probably take a while for Nate to get comfortable, he's already not so secure in relationships. And Adam, despite him knowing Nate and their history together, would probably have to adjust to accepting his feelings for him after repressing them for so long. That he doesn't have to hide them anymore. Zuri would definitely have to take the lead here, even though she'd be just as nervous. Two amazing people being in love with her? The thought of driving them away would be in the forefront of her mind sometimes.

2. Nate and Zuri develop feelings for each other, and he tells her about his feelings for Adam. She'd be a little surprised at first before having an "Oh, so that's why xyz etc" moment lol. She'd be really curious about his feelings and if they were ever returned, considering their centuries long friendship. Nate would be surprised by how well Zuri takes it, and they highkey end up bonding over the mess that is their feelings for Adam and their love lives in general (this may be when Zuri picks up on him possibly being demiromantic). They keep getting closer and closer, with Nate being more vulnerable with her as well. Both of them would kinda enjoy how freeing it is to speak with someone about all of it (they might even be able to awkwardly admit how envious they were of the other lol). But their feelings do continue to grow in the process, and the tension builds - and when their longing for Adam is particularly difficult to bear, they seek each other out and end up finding comfort in a completely different way.

It wouldn't be completely out of place considering N's past of seeking out connection and occasionally doing it through sex. Zuri would for sure do something like this, which I think is a little obvious from this post I made a while back - but she has done the whole 'hook up to forget' thing before.

Except this time, it's different. It's not just them seeking out connection or trying to forget their reality, it's also them wanting to lose themselves in each other - the person who understands them, that they've been able to be vulnerable with in a way they couldn't be with anyone else. Someone who they're (mostly) on the same page with, someone they care for deeply, someone they can share this desperate, heartwrenching, deep-seated longing with in the most passionate and carnal and unrestrained way possible. Until they can't think. Until they can't speak. Until the feel of each other's skin is all that exists.

This second one would obviously be a lot more complicated than the first, especially if/when Adam finds out. My head is empty when it comes to how they'd progress from here, unless we really went with the 'stuck in the safe house' option lol.

I delve into how Zuri would get involved in a polyamorous relationship in this ask that I think contextualises her perspective a little more.

But, yeah! Those are most of my thoughts!

[gcminni]

Here is my OC - Jennifer Mets.

She is my main OC and the main character of the main fanfic with Wesker.

She has shoulder-length black hair, which she wears in a low ponytail during her missions, and green eyes. Since 2003, her left eyebrow has been cut due to a blow from Wesker during a mission in the Caucasus.

Brief information is on the art, and here I would like to add a little more information about Jennifer herself.

— Originally from Georgia (U.S. state): father - illegal intelligence officer, Jefferson Mets, mother - immigrant, Natalia Rumyantseva.

— Since childhood, she wanted to be like her father, dreamed of becoming an intelligence officer. Jefferson taught her how to fight, throw knives and use different types of weapons and different tricks.

— Skillfully wields knives.

— At the age of 25, she was accepted into service in STARS, and assigned to the Alpha team, but then Wesker redirected Jennifer to Bravo under the pretext of equalizing the number of participants in the squads. He himself wanted Jennifer to report to him information about all incidents during Enrico's duty.

— The relationship with Wesker was working, sometimes turning into a friendly mood, but he still kept Jennifer at a distance.

— Towards the end of 1997, Albert likes to call Jennifer “Jenny”.

— She took Wesker's betrayal painfully, since she respected him and considered him a friend, one could even say that she was devoted to him.

— Romantic relationships begin to emerge in 2003 with a mission in the Caucasus, they move into a real phase of love in 2006.

— Albert gave Jennifer a tip about the terrorist attack in Terragrigia, due to which more people were saved.

— The first kiss with Wesker happened in 2004 in Spain (let's say this fact).

— Jennifer supported Wesker after Spencer was killed and he went through a shock about his childhood and life in general (that Spencer manipulated Wesker).

Well, that's it for now. If you want to know more about something or want to ask something about my plot or something else, ask me 🥰🥰

[manyfandomocs]

OC Introductions

Okay. To pair with Beauxbatons fic, From Now On, The Greatest Show series now has another addition, a Durmstrang focused fic called Come Alive! This is also @cecexwrites fault she helped with things. (Tagging @daughter-of-melpomene and then @randomestfandoms-ocs who also wanted me to have a Durmstrang fic)

Romulus Balan (Archie Renaux FC), Lenore Han ship. Never quite been one for the discipline of Durmstrang, Romulus is excellent at Transfiguration but not as great at dueling and other forms of martial magic. He does go to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament but he was more interested in seeing another school than trying to enter.

Lenore Han (Jessie Mei Li FC), Romulus Balan ship. One of the most hardworking students at Durmstrang, Lenore is extremely gifted at martial magic and does have a temper, but she is also extremely loyal to her friends and has a lot of expectations to live up to. She does go to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament and was planning on entering.

Velimir Gregorovitch (Nicholas Galitzine FC), TBD ship. Part of the Gregorovitch wandmaking family, grandson of Mykew Gregorovitch, he has been taught the art of wands for many years. He isn’t the best student, but his connections and skill in the Dark Arts are enough for him to be in one of the few clans at Durmstrang. He probably goes to Hogwarts for the Tournament I'm still deciding.

Misha Gagarin (Freddy Carter FC), TBD ship. One of the most unfriendly students at Durmstrang, there are rumors his family had been supporters of Grindelwald, but Misha himself doesn’t care about the wizard. He is in one of the clans at school and puts his name in for the tournament at Hogwarts, he is well adept at potions and used to be on the Quidditch team before suffering an unfixable injury

Elsie Burke (Lana Condor FC), Emilie Cayard ship. Durmstrang’s resident potions master, she even outscored Misha, much to his chagrin. She is part of the Burke family, of Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley. She is familiar with many of the Death Eater families as a result, but she has no plans to follow in those footsteps and intends on working at St. Mungo’s to help people. She does go to Hogwarts for the Tournament.

Constance Nielsen (Jenny Boyd FC), Karline Eckardt ship. Very skilled at martial magic, constantly in completion with Lenore for the best spot in school, Constance has always held herself to a high standard. She has always been determined to be the best student Durmstrang has ever seen and nothing will stop her from achieving that, including having dated Misha before his Quidditch injury. TBD if she goes to Hogwarts for the Tournament but she probably will.

Jurica Lazarov (Jordan Connor FC), Lisette Cayard ship. One of the better duelists of the school, but he's not super well disciplined despite the teachings of Durmstrang. He is often the reason for his classes facing punishments, leading him to have a less than stellar reputation amongst his fellow students. He does not go to Hogwarts for the Tournament since he is not allowed to.

Barnaby Travers (Eli Brown FC), Daphne Greengrass ship. One of Durmstrang's Quidditch players, he replaced Misha after his injury, although he isn't the strongest player. He tries to take care of his sister Camilla though she seems to do more of the caretaking, and he has been approached about joining one of the clans by Velimir because of who his father is. He does visit Hogwarts because Camilla is.

Camilla Travers (Ciara Bravo FC), George Weasley ship. A Durmstrang student with high Ministry aspirations, she is very outspoken against her father, although she herself does have a certain talent for the Dark Arts the school teaches. She is not very interested in sports but she goes to Quidditch games to support her brother. She goes to Hogwarts for the Tournament to make more connections and was planning on entering before learning she is too young.

Marius Marcovici (Luke Newton FC), Nymphadora Tonks ship. Both skilled in Transfiguration and one of the top Quidditch players in the school, Marius is at the point of his life where he is finally nearing his graduation and yet has no clue what he is going to do with his future. His family, too supportive Purebloods who truly don't care what he does as long as he's happy, hasn't given him much direction. So, he attends Hogwarts for the Tournament, hoping the new surroundings will finally inspire him.