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shepscapades · 4 months

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*rotates dbhc!Xisuma and Doc in my head*

I'm sorry but I absolutely lose my mind over them ( I have literally no one who I could ramble about this to and I need to get it out). I want to analyse stuff, so let me just:

*breathes in*

It's visible that they are good friends and have been since the time when Doc deviated, research partners doing... research? Or whatever researchers do *shrugs*.

But there's one thing to it, X created Doc and most of other androids. He understands what is deviation because Doc explained it to him but his friend is still an android after all. We also know that X always calls Doc "Docm" but in previous comic he calls him "Doc" and it is stated that it's the first time he ever called him that. In which moment he calls him that? In the moment when he realises that Doc is more human than android now, I may be delusional about this all but I just feel like: the moment when he sees Etho overpower Doc, shove him and break him and stuff, Xisuma sees that Doc isn't a fearless machine but a someone, a human, he got overpowered by Etho and suffered consequences, he felt fear like a human not a machine. Also he lost his arm because he was trying to stop Etho from hurting X as we see in the second part of the comic, which only adds to that. So, this is the moment where X fully realises that he means something to Doc, not as a creator, but as a friend, and that's why for the rest of the comic he constantly makes sure if his partner is alright by talking to him, glancing at him. You know stuff. He grew closer and closer to Doc as time passed and I think this was the climax - the moment he called Docm77 "Doc".

While Doc is doing the most stoic stuff ever and trying not to self destruct and stuff, he cares about X too, very much even, he's protective towards him and shows it by jumping into danger he could have avoided [ Etho attacked X because he's an admin and probably knows where's Grian - Etho wants to hunt down this pesky bird for killing Bdubs] just so his partner won't get hurt how sweet <3 RIP arm you will be remembered...

Anyways I feel like they should talk about stuff and maybe cuddle and maybe I don't know LIVE?? NOT DIE??

Yeah, I think that I don't even need to explain for how long they've been spinning in my head.

Also wanted to thank you so much for so many kind words on my fanart !! I'm glad I can make someone happy with my cheap, old drawing tablet and some self taught skills lol sorry for flooding your ask-box again so so sorry but those comics make me go AWOOGA holy shift, and also DOC AND X CONTENT !! They are so underrated that you almost can't find anything good relating to them as a duo! [personally I think they're great, just two dudes that do things together and care for eachother <3]

So, yep. Prepare yourself for things like that after every new part comes out I WILL make memes and I WILL analyse block men.... sorry not sorry :)

[how to get me into an AU- tutorial: Xisumavoid must be in it- the end]

WE ARE ROTATING THEM. WE ARE WATCHING THEM ROTATE!!!!! you freaking GET me

(THERE ARE SOME INTERESTING THOUGHTS HAPPENING HERE!!!! None of which I’ll confirm but Eye Emoji :3 I love love love these theories they make me so happy ehehehehehe)

(ALSO YOU’RE SO WELCOME!!! That art made my day fr LMAO I love and appreciate it so much!!! <3)

#totally agreed. doc and xisuma are underrated #not even as a ship #just as friends I love their duo soooo much #I have a feeling xisuma and doc are gonna do smthn in season 10 together. I just have a feeling #then you’ll all be sorry /idk what this means #dbhc ask #dbhc xisuma #dbhc doc #art escapades #1-marigold-1 #the shepherd #my sona #LISTEN YALL GET ME TOO ON THE XISUMA THING #I THOUGHT ABOUT XISUMA FOR TWO SECONDS. WATCHED 5 MINUTES OF HIS VIDEOS. AND WENT. oh okay so I’m making him important in this au.#Xisuma is SUCH an underrated creator I love him SOOOO much Hes so funny and silly and charming #anyway sorry for rambling I’m just RGHRGHRGHR about him #I’m also crazy about doc #so naturally. gestures

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ohbloggerimagines · 11 months

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Hello! How are you? I hope your day is going swell :)

I love your possessive/protective!Rocket X Reader headcanons! The subconscious actions of him trying to keep her safe are so CUTE

Would I be able to request a oneshot of when the Guardians were out, Rocket noticed someone, or a group, staring at (Y/N), so he walked behind her, blocking their view of her ass.

Maybe he pat her hip/ass, something that was a normal thing between Rocket and (Y/N), so she just instinctively scratches behind his ears while Rocket glares or smirks at the stranger/s.

i feel like i could've done better with this one so i might end up redoing it ;;

also i refuse to belive gamora and peter are no longer together so just believe they are ! ill die on that hill

pairing: rocket raccoon x fem!reader

word count: 558

tags: gotg, rocket raccoon x reader, fem! reader, possesive rocket

“Rocky!” You shouted happily, pointing to one of the many shops within Contraxia, almost swooning over the handmade beanies being sold. “The hell you need one of those for? I can make you one! Besides, you get one every time we come here!” He grumbled, waving the shop off and making you groan and roll your eyes.

You and the Guardians needed a break, deciding to stop off at your favorite icy planets for a few drinks. It was pretty packed that day, Rocket making sure you stayed close to him and the group in general with all the idiots and pickpocketers around.

Passing the Iron Lotus, you watched Peter’s wandering eyes almost get slapped out of their sockets by Gamora, making you and Mantis snicker. You two were good friends, being able to have girl talk without being judged was nice. You stepped a little ahead Rocket, lightly bumping Mantis and striking up conversation about how cold it was, and all the little things you two definitely needed to buy.

“I saw this super cute jacket last time we were here, hopefully I can find it before we go. It would look so good on you!” You conversed with her, “You think? We must find it later!” Mantis beamed, excited to hang out with you.

Rocket’s head was on a swivel, watching every single person that walked by or even those who stood at the shops. He was not taking any chances with idiots this time.

There were so many..men everywhere. His nerves were on edge.

Finally, the crew made it to their favorite hole in the wall bar, the Whistling Outpost. Quant enough that nothing too crazy went on, but it was never a dull vibe inside. There was a line outside the door, a guard checking everyone's name on his tablet to make sure they weren’t letting in any stowaways or general freaks.

Peter and Gamora were in the front, behind them was Drax and Nebula, followed by you and Mantis still chattering away, with a very attached raccoon at your side.

He could feel the eyes not only on him but on you. Rocket’s eyes scanned around slowly to find the idiot who thought it was a good idea to stare at what was his. There was a group of them, dirty, drunk, and daring, staring and pointing while making quiet suggestive comments the keen raccoon could hear. Rocket decided not to make a big deal tonight, he just wanted to relax..

Instead, he slyly turned his body to face you, blocking their view of your ass and anything else they might want to stare at, creating a barrier but not making too much of an issue. He glanced over at the group, noticing a slight change in their stature. Rocket gently tapped your ass, his paw sliding to your belt loop and hooking his finger through it to hang on to you.

You felt his comforting touch and without missing a beat you glanced down at him and scratched lightly behind his ear, smiling at him before going back to talking Mantis’ ear off.

Rocket grinned, turning back to the drunken group, taunting them with his smirk. The look of defeat on their faces was enough for him to enjoy it.

No one got to look at you when he was around.

#rocket raccoon #gotg3 #rocket raccoon x reader #gotg2

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muzzleroars · 4 months

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Hey, fun fact! The stone tablet in 7-3 that has words written in blood on it has actual greek underneath it! It's a translation of a quote from the King James version of Revelation 9:6 "And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them."

Lotta interesting implications!

YES it's very interesting!! putting the answer under a read more because of direct discussion of suicide in the inferno

it could be taken literally enough in the violence layer, especially in relation to enemies like the mannequin, given how their terminal entry claims death is a rare gift in hell - they want so much for it in their agonized forms, but they will never have it. additionally, it could be referring to the trees as their command is written over it and they are likely meant to correspond to the forest of the suicides in the inferno. the trees they have been trapped into are now fed by the blood of others, inert and unable to do anything but thrive in the horrors all around them. however, looking at where the quote is in the biblical narrative is interesting in itself - revelation 9 begins the three woes of the apocalypse, with this verse in particular ending the first paragraph describing the woe of the fifth trumpet. this is important imo because these woes are the final three trumpets of the apocalypse and are grouped together with a specific warning ("then i looked, and i heard an eagle crying with a loud voice, as it flew in midheaven, 'woe, woe, woe to those who dwell on the earth, at the blasts of the other trumpets which the three angels are about to blow!' revelation 8:13), they occur when the gates of hell are opened, and v1 is now in the three final layers. this game is reaching its climax, v1 is nearing the terminus of hell, and we have a scriptural quote that heralds the end of the apocalypse....we really are very near the end now.

#sorry my quote is from a different translation it's the one i read lol #ALSO for bringing up some of the....worse parts of the inferno #there are a few points in that poem that are extremely difficult for me to personally stomach #though i suppose it's to be expected in a work from the 1300s #BUT ANYWAY!! i loved seeing the quote regardless and i think it's a very neat addition!#cake answers #suicide tw

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br1ghtestlight · 4 months

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getting war flashbacks to the bobs burgers fanfic where louise is doing math homework in the restaurant when nobody else is around and then bob has a heart attack </3 that shit was TRAUMATIZING

love linda shouting four whenever there's a math problem or anything related to numbers. best recurring joke. FOUR!!!!

you can do it gene :D also im so bad at math I 100% would not be able to help either. dumbass rep family

bob trying to help gene with his homework is cute. even if he is Not very good at it. he wants to be an involved dad :(

gene im not gonna lie that math question has gotta be fucking with you. rhat is not a real question. i could NEVER do that not if i was given 100 hours that shit is fake

see this is where when I was in math class i would just write a random number and move on bcuz im never gonna figure it out anyway im not gonna waste time. so that's my advice gene. just Give Up

he says "maybe your mom or tina could get you started" because they're older but I genuinely think louise has a better chance of helping bcuz she is so smart. if she'd WANT to help is another question entirely

because I'm stuck in a safe 😐

AND THEN HE BLINDFOLDED ME ON THE WAY HERE??? HE BLINDFOLDED YOU??????

teddy I think his guy is gonna murder you im gonna be so real right now

unfortunately im kinda following teddy's logic now like. it isnt like fischoeder isn't doing this type of shit everyday just for fun. rich guys are just like that BUT getting their money is nice

"gene was doing homework?? that's new"

WE'RE NOT ALL ECONOMICALLY COMFORTABLE LIKE YOU ARE

"Why did you tell me the whole long story about the sandwich in the drawer if you're running out of battery LOCKED IN A SAFE??" "Context!!!!"

also bob and teddy have such great comedic chemistry lmao they bounce off each other so naturally

louise isn't lying she Does have a certain set of skills 😭 if anyone could find him it WOULD be her the lockpicking genius nine year old supervillain

miss you. see you soon. gotta go!!

has he gotten a new cellphone since that MIDDLE OF THE DAY AND YOUR PHONE IS AT 23% argument or is it that same shitty 2008 blackberry phone that dies almost immediately lmfao

bob is a real one for doing this bullshit for teddy he did NOT have to. they're ride or die fr

I'm not entirely unconvinced that gerald isnt a serial killer but thats okay <3 men can have hobbies

also I'm choosing to believe this gerald is the same one from the taxes/weed cookie episode even though it ABSOLUTELY is not bcuz i think that would be funny. by day he's a regular tax agent by night he is a creepy rich kidnapper who pulls mind games on all his handymen

OH I FORGOT THE SUBPLOT FOR THIS EPISODE IS ABOUT SPORTS PEOPLE why did they do the whole thing with gene's homework then.... are they connected. what is the gameplan

WE PICK A NEW LOVER FOR MOM

i love how bob is apparently the only thing keeping his family from going completely off the fucking rails like. he's the only thing standing between his family and their restaurant burning down with everyone inside fr

your dad never loved that dream :/ because he's a hater :/ AND SO JEALOUS :/

you're not gonna break the world record. another hater. STOP THAT

I might be having a panic attack 💔 I CANT TELL BECAUSE IVE NEVER HAD ONE BEFORE OR IM ALWAYS HAVING ONE soo real teddy

WE LOST HIM 😭😭💔

aww I love them all wearing their lil aprons <3 (crappy photo of my tablet bcuz the app im using to watch this episode doesn't allow screenshots)

SAY SOMETHING SMART LIKE UHH HOW WOULD YOU FLIP A GIANT BURGER. OH GOD THEY DIDNT MAKE THE GIANT BURGER DID THEY. WHO WOULD EVEN AGREE TO EAT THAT. AN OVER FOURTY CO-ED BASKETBALL TEAM. REALLY 😯

sorry this episode has so many good ooc quotes FJDMDJSKSKKM

gene STOP calling him father

bob is being like a whole ass detective meanwhile linda and the kids are currently making The Worst Decisions Ever

h jon benjiman is doing such a good job voicing bob in this episode idk it has so much personality and sounds natural. or it's always like this and im just now appreciating it but either way A+ work

cute bob and teddy moment ❤️❤️

(ignore the awful camera quality. nothing I can do there) also love the fact that teddy can easily lift up and manhandle bob. Good to know

there's so much going on w/ this gerald guy I dont even know WHERE to begin. what a guy. wow

this is so cute and sweet im so happy!!! YOU DOUBLE FAKE WALLED HIM :D YOU SMART SMARTIE. YOURE A GENIUS BOB

"I knew I asked the right person to come help me. Yeah. Mort wouldn't answer."

"What? You called Mort first?"

"No..."

HE ASKED MORT???? LMFAO big win for tedmort shippers. I fucking guess

MORT NEVER DOUBLE FAKE WALLED ANYONE why is bob like genuinely jealous of mort and teddy right now 😭 chill out man you've got a wife at home

"let's just say it's twelve" FINALLY bob follows my very smart advice when it comes to math homework smh

ALSO THIS IS TECHNICALLY THE FIRST TIME WE'VE SEEN THEM EATING BOBS BURGERS FOR DINNER OR IN GENERAL!!! I mean it's a giant hamburger loaf but it technically was served at bob's burgers so it counts

GIANT FRENCH FRIES

aww this episode was so fun and cute!! I love the more adventure-y type episodes where they explore a new location so this episode was great and very stressful lmao. also very funny. I love bob and teddy's dynamic/back and forth throughout the episode and the weird mort mention at the end felt like they were soft launching his and teddy's relationship even though I KNOW they aren't actually. mort could replace kathleen if we believe. very solid 8/10 episode :)

#txt #bob's burgers #episode review #bb spoilers

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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Stuckony and space cruise ship AU for the 5 headcanons?

A space CRUISE SHIP!? :0 You are all so creative and here I am like "lol how can I make these men as stupid as possible." Anyway we have the return of feline-based alien Tony.

Steve and Bucky get hired on the cruise ship so they can travel. They know they'll never be able to afford it otherwise, and because the cruises can last for up to five years, there is a cycling crew; they get two days off a week, along with a full month off after six months working. They're feeling kind of lost after their military service and this seems like a good time to explore while they're trying to figure out what to do with their lives, so they sign up for a five-year cycle. Technically they're both supposed to be waiters, but the manager watches Steve get super flustered with just one (1) alien flirting with him and he gets booted to bartender instead. Steve considers this a godsend even though it's technically a demotion--he doesn't get the tips he would have as a waiter. That being said, Bucky leans into being flirty and more than makes up for it. It's not like they're looking for dates, since they're pretty happy with what they have. Still, sometimes Bucky tells him about an interesting (and interested *wink-wink*) customer who's willing to wait for their day off to... 'meet up.' Steve contends the girl with the tentacles was the most fun, but Bucky is very passionate about it having been the genderless alien who could fuck them both at once was better.

Tony Stark is infamous for taking long cruises. Many people say it's because his species will just randomly drop dead if they're too stressed, but mostly it's because he's actually the head designer on most of the engineering for the cruise ships. He's there because he's checking out how things are running. He's working. It's not a vacation. Or. Well. Sometimes it is. There's only so much he can do when he's waiting for the ship to shift into different gear. Also Pepper and Happy have threatened him with making him take a different cruise ship to make him fucking take his vacation time if he doesn't. So sometimes he lounges around and pretends he's not anxious to get back to work. (His species does not randomly drop dead, but he's not gonna tell anyone that. It's great for when his board of directors start getting annoying and he can just rub his chest and they all get nervous he's about to die and shut up.) Pepper had made noises about Tony needing to take some vacation time again, and it's been a while since he's gone on a long-term cruise, so he signs up to do a three-year cruise to check on things and drink margaritas while sailing through stardust.

Bucky sees Tony first. He's at one of the nice tables, for people who are especially important. He's never heard of the name Tony Carbonell, and searching him on his tablet doesn't bring up much. He's not high enough in the pecking order to serve at those tables (maybe next year, when the next wave of one-year contracts come on). Tony is incredibly attractive. Bucky has seen him lounging on the deck during the warmer parts of the trip, booty shorts slung low on his hips, crop top baring a muscular stomach, and he wants to lick it so badly. So he takes note of the things Tony orders by peeking in the kitchen. He knows Tony likes to have margaritas, and martinis, and the occasional mojito or gin fizz. So he tells Steve the next time Tony orders something, send him a 'complimentary' espresso martini. (It won't be free you idiot it's coming out of my tips oh my god.) Steve has seen Tony working out in the gym. The ship has a massive rock climbing wall, and Tony scales it as if it was as easy as scaling a fucking ladder. He is impressed not only by Tony's physical skill, but also how quick-minded he is. Some of the paths on the rock climbing wall are difficult, and Tony has scaled them all, even one where he had to leap five feet to the next hand-hold. So, the next time he gets an order for Tony, he adds an espresso martini, because Bucky says it'll catch Tony's interest, and Bucky's always been better at this thing than him.

Tony raises an eyebrow at the espresso martini, but he does enjoy it, and when he turns to peer at the bartender, he gets a shy wave. That's pretty cute, honestly. He waves back, smitten. He's gonna eat the bartender alive. Except apparently the bartender has a boyfriend. Tony is not technically opposed, but the boyfriend looks a little more... outgoing? Experienced? And he was kind of looking forward to debauching the bartender. Then again, he's never actually had sex with a terran before. It might be nice to tick that box. Two of them even! The pair don't get off until nine, so he has plenty of time to think about it. He takes a the couple hours to wander the ship from stem to stern, observing the go-kart track, the Ferris wheel, the mini golf course. This ship has a lot more amenities than the ones he usually travels on. He'll have to check on the energy pull for everything, do some research. He's been feeling kind of antsy, doing nothing. (Being done by no one too.) Maybe, after he's rocked these Terrans' worlds, he can get some work on the reactors done. Tony pauses by the pool and wrinkles his nose. Water. He's seen the Terrans in it, swimming laps, and then moving over to the hot tub. He doesn't see the point of just sitting in wet. Maybe it's a Terran thing. Maybe he can ask, if the Terrans are in any condition after sex.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME," Tony yowls once he comes back into his body. "I don't see what I've done wrong," Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest with a scowl. "You were enjoying yourself. Bucky said your eyes crossed." "I'm on this stupid cruise for THREE YEARS and now all I'm gonna be able to think about is getting railed by Terrans," Tony wails. "I have work!" "Oh," Steve says, looking smug. Tony points in his face, scowling. "Don't fucking get smug. You knocked over a bottle of wine when you waved at me. You were supposed to be shy. I was supposed to ruin you!" Steve squints at him in confusion. "Bucky had you sit on his face for an hour, how are you supposed to ruin me when he's my boyfriend?" Tony is absolutely incensed that Steve has a point. "Shut up." "No," Steve says, reaching out to idly scratch around the base of Tony's tail. "Bucky will be back with snacks soon and he'll take your whining at a challenge, so get it all out now." "I can't believe I'm gonna ask you guys to fuck me again," Tony mutters, fuming. Steve raises an eyebrow. "You don't have to." "No, I'm gonna," Tony sighs in frustration, and then is too distracted by the smell of fried piscosos as Bucky shoulders his way into the room to notice or care when Steve bursts out laughing.

Bonus: Steve and Bucky show him the beauty of the hot tub because somehow even with his superior spine he is sore. He still doesn't like sitting in wet but he has to admit the heat and the jets do wonders for his aching body. "Don't fucking touch me," he snaps when they try to get handsy. If they do, he will surely lose the battle to his instincts and thump them, maybe even show claws. All he can do is sit and sulk. It's the funniest thing Steve and Bucky have ever seen but they can't possibly tell him so.

#aurumacadicus answers #ask meme #5 headcanons meme #stuckony

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phoenixyfriend · 1 month

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Don't Want that Scarlet Letter

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Written for @anakin-rarepairs-week, Day 4: Instincts

Anakin is an alpha. Anakin is poisoned. Anakin enters a rut. Anakin will very possibly die of an adrenaline-induced heart attack or fever if he does not satisfy his rut. Mace is an omega. Mace is emphatically not Anakin's mate. Mace is willing to do what is necessary to keep his fellow Jedi alive. A mated alpha does not treat a homewrecking omega kindly, but Mace can put up with that for tonight.

WARNING: So this fic has very dubious consent of the 'situationally necessary' variety. Both characters agree to it while in their right minds, due to the risk of death if they don't, but it's clear that neither of them would like for this to be happening.

Mace pulls Anakin into the empty wreckage of a house, windows long since broken in and larders emptied. They won't get much shelter from the wind, but there are still some threadbare blankets and a bed with a mattress. If they're lucky, there aren't even any pests nesting in it.

They're cut off from their men, and rescue won't be possible for days yet. Mace would risk it on his own, but Skywalker is stumbling and dazed, bleeding sluggishly from a wound in his abdomen; it is small, from a dart carrying something, and would have likely ended up quite a small hole if not for how the fabric had been yanked to one side by a passing droid during a flipping maneuver, and torn the projectile out in the most damaging way possible. Skywalker is likely concussed and almost certainly poisoned. Mace doesn't trust that the boy would make it, if left to his own devices while Mace runs for backup.

Skywalker growls low, and Mace hums a little as he starts pulling away the layers of tunic. The growl raises to a snarl, and Mace looks up. He meets Skywalker's eyes, trying not to let himself believe that this is turning into a battle of wills. Skywalker's just too unmoored to think clearly, that's all.

"I just need to access the wound," he says, clearly as he can. "I have bacta in my bag. It won't be enough, but it will help. Does that sound doable?"

Skywalker stares at him for a moment, struggling, and then his head falls back with a groan.

Mace takes it for agreement. At the very least, Skywalker doesn't protest when the muddied robes and tunic are pulled away. Mace wastes some precious water washing the wound out, and then smears it with bacta and covers it with the sealant.

Skywalker grunts. "We might've needed that, later. It was just a flesh wound."

"It was worse than it looked," Mace counters, "I suspect it would have gotten infected sooner rather than later without some kind of antiseptic applied, and bacta is what we have."

Skywalker huffs, but doesn't argue.

"I'm going to look for more blankets," Mace says. "Try not to move. See if you can meditate to neutralize whatever that poison was."

He gets an affirmative grunt out of the Knight, which is about as much as Mace could hope for right now. He heads off, scouring the small building for anything useful. There is one blanket he finds that's worth taking, heavy and thick, though too scratchy to place against the skin, and some towels that don't yet smell musty or overly stale. There is even a drawer of table linens, and he takes a few of those as well; they will make for a good barrier between them and the scratchy top blanket.

There isn't any food, but the water runs. He doesn't trust it. However, he does have a few purification tablets, so that'll still work fine. It runs clear enough after a minute or so.

By the time he makes it back to Skywalker, the young man is pretty clearly trying to meditate, but Mace has doubts as to how successfully. There's a pinch to his brow, and sweat that Mace can smell from across the room.

Frustrated, anxious alpha.

Frustrated, anxious, aroused alpha.

"Skywalker?" he asks, hoping he's wrong about the assumption he's got brewing.

"I think they dosed me with a rut-inducer," Skywalker says, jaw tight and voice tighter. He does not yet open his eyes. "If they're using it as a weapon, it's going to be a strong one, isn't it? The kind that the medics warn can be deadly?"

Probably. Mace isn't a medic, though, and he's more familiar with his own anatomy than that of an alpha. Being older than Skywalker doesn't mean much when it's a subject like this.

"Is there still time to flush the toxin?" Mace asks. "I may be able to help."

Skywalker grimaces. Finally, he opens his eyes. "It's worth a shot."

(Continue on AO3)

#windwalker #maceani #mace windu #anakin skywalker #star wars #omegaverse #phoenix files #dubcon #fuck or die

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thelaundrybitch · 2 years

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TMNT Trick or Kink: The Halloween Extravaganza - Prologue

Turtle Doves.

It's time to get freaky.

Welcome to my prologue.

18+ content - for mature audiences only

The Halloween Extravaganza

You gaze around the huge party hall while sitting at the single round table that's set up closest to the stage, waiting for the little blue-skinned man to come back from getting his surprise.

You can only imagine what Job has in mind for his annual Halloween Extravaganza - as he likes to call it.

You lift your fancy cup of coffee and take a long sip, appreciating that Job's full-time barista knows exactly how you like your freshly-brewed hazelnut beverage. It might just be the best coffee you've ever had, and the muffins he had his chef make for you?! To die for. You put your mug down and trade it for said deliciousness and just as you take a hearty bite of the gourmet muffin in front of you, Job bursts through a door from the side of the large room, his bodyguards in tow. Job is wearing a huge shit-eating grin on his face and carrying a large tablet. Derek and Hector also have their hands full.

While you're busy wiping your hands on a cloth napkin, Job replaces your plate with the tablet. You watch as the large mutant wolf-man, named Derek, places a printer on the table and then plugs it into a hidden outlet in the floorboards.

At the same time, Hector is juggling a box of supplies as he struggles to move the other plates and such to make room for his box.

“Hector, you can just put that here, beside me,” Job instructs the part-shark-part-human mutant, pointing to the floor between the two of you.

“Halloween arts and crafts?” you ask with a smirk.

“More like Hallows Eve Trick or Kink,” he smiles, wiggling his brows.

You look down just as his fingerprint brings the screen to life.

And boy-oh-boy, did it bring the screen to life.

Your jaw drops open as Job slowly scrolls through the many saved photos of hot-ass costumes for men.

“Uh…” You aren’t sure what to say. “Do you need my help picking out a costume?” You ask nervously.

“It’s for the guys!” He exclaims, his voice comically reminding you of a helium-induced Harvey Fierstein.

Hearing this news, your jaw suddenly rehinges itself, and a Grinch-like smile adorns your face.

"Well, if that's not a sign of huge trouble, I don't know what is," comes a voice from behind you and Job.

"Hey! Sean!" Job exclaims upon spinning around and seeing his good friend enter the room.

Sean gives both Derek and Hector a fist bump and a smile, before grabbing a chair and dragging it to sit next to Job.

"Hey there, darlin'," he says with a wink, nodding to you and sitting in his seat.

"Hey Sean," you greet the small, more-strawberry-than-blonde man with a kind smile.

"What are you two scheming over here, anyway?" He asks, peering over at the tablet.

"You got here right on time!" Job says with a mischievous grin. "We're just about to pick out a whole bunch of the hottest, sluttiest, most provocative men's costumes the internet has to offer," he snickers.

Poor Derek chokes on a piece of muffin across the table.

"I already have my costume," Hector says quickly, a look of horror flashing across his face as Derek nods his head frantically, pointing to himself in agreement, trying not to die on his gourmet pastry.

"Aww, you guys are no fun," Job pouts.

"So… How are we doing this?" you ask with a giggle.

"First, we find and pick out 10 of the sexiest costumes that would look fabulous on any of them," he starts. "Second, we print out the pictures and cut them up. And Finally we fold them, put them in a blind box, and have them each pick out one randomly," he finishes, a proud smile settling across his face.

"And you think those giant mutant men are going to willingly make these costumes?" Sean asks, his eyes bulging out of his head as Job chooses the first costume and prints it out.

"Oh hell no! That's why they'll pick it out, and I take it back from them," he states. "I'm making those babies," he grins.

"And how will you ensure they attend the party and wear them?" You inquire.

"I know those guys well, and I know for a fact, that none of those lovely gentlemen would ever leave you to the wolves in the spicy little number I'm making for you," he says with a wink.

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You show up to the lair later that evening with your homemade pizza in hand, just as promised, and greet the lot of them with a huge smile as you struggle to push open the double glass doors of the lab, "Hey guys!"

The bro circle is in full swing - Derek, Hector, Job, Sean, Leo, J, Don, Raph, and Mike.

In that order.

J jumps up and runs to help you with the stack of food you're balancing in one hand while you try to maneuver your phone and the glass doors with the other.

"Let me take those, Buttercup," he says softly, giving you a flirty little smirk.

"Thanks, J," you beam back at him.

He takes the pizzas and sets them up on the cleared and cleaned lab table. He and Mike then cut up and divvy out pieces for everyone's enjoyment.

Once the pizza has been demolished, you are given a round of praises and thanked for the delicious meal.

Raph then teasingly asks, "Alright, who brought dessert?"

"ME!" Says Job without missing a beat, a devious grin on his face as he hops down from where he was perched on a stool.

He grabs the blind-grab box from under the lab table and shakes it up, coming back.

"What…" starts Leo.

"Oh no…" says Donnie.

"Ya had to ask," says Mike, accusingly.

Job walks right over to Raph and gives his sparkly pink box a little shake, wiggling his eyebrows at the brute.

"Oh don't worry," says J, clapping Raph on the shoulder. "I'm sure it's not that bad."

"Oh no. It's WAY worse," Sean warns, pulling snickers from both Hector and Derek.

"Alright, boyzz," Job says, emphasizing the z. "The Halloween Extravaganza is right around the corner, and tonight you will be picking out your costumes from this box," he tells them, showing them the box like Vanna White. "Once you choose your picture, I will be taking the papers back with me and making said costumes," he tells them.

"And since Red here was so kind to bring it up, he gets to go first!" Job says excitedly with an evil smile.

Raph shrugs and pulls out a small folded piece of paper and opens it, his eyes flashing wide.

"Ya kiddin'. Right?" He asks.

Job snatches the paper and chuckles as he looks at it.

"I'm as serious as a heart attack," he says, stuffing the paper in his pants pocket.

At this point the other four turtle-men have made a small circle around Job, all of them taking turns reaching in, and their reactions are equally amusing.

Mike gets a big smile and nods.

J lets out a, "Hell yeah!"

Leo's face drops.

And if Donnie had eyebrows, they would've flown off his face toward the ceiling.

As Donnie and Leo attempt to barter and bargain their way out of their costume picks, Raph sasses, "Like you can make us wear them," letting out a small huff accompanied by a smug smirk.

Sean lets out a bellowing laugh as Hector stands and unrolls a poster sized picture.

"That's all good and fine," says Job, "But that leaves that pretty little lady over there," he says pointing behind himself in your direction, "wearing this," he sticks his thumb over his shoulder at Hector who's holding up what is presumably going to be your costume. "She'll be all alone. With all those single beings walking around at an open bar event," he drawls dramatically as he presents the poster.

All five guys go silent, looking around at one another, slightly panicked but also amused.

You get up to take a peek at the poster but feel Derek's hand on your shoulder, "Nuh-uh," he says with a sorrowful smirk, pushing you back down into your seat.

You look at the guys and they're all nodding their heads now, agreeing to Job's ingenious persuasion.

"You're an extortionist," pouts Leo.

"I'm an opportunist, sweet cheeks," Job says with a smile as Hector puts away the poster.

He turns to you and his smile gets even bigger.

"You, my dear, will need to come by this weekend. I need to see how tight I can squeeze you."

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mmyes interrogation

so you use medibang, do you use a drawing tablet?

NO TABLET WE DIE LIKE MEN

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Now vs. When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

Tonight, my mother leaves a voicemail asking I work back-of-house when I can. I haven’t had a parent call afraid for my safety since 9/11.

Close to where I live, a couple books a hotel, purchases paramilitary gear, pays off a credit card, in order to hinder my life. Who has a good way to respond?

If anything larger than myself notices me, I’ll die. I’m hesitant to recognize a god with hands, knowing how undelicate my own are.

I’m going to distract you.

Nanay calls on Monday night to try out her new tablet. She alternates between I’m beautiful and you’re beautiful. Beauty, meaning, a pair. We admit to gaining weight, and Ate Bernnie congratulates my well attended Zoom meeting. Lots of repetition. Nanay wants to show that her hair is all white.

I’ve yet to find a term of self-reference that does not equate to ornament.

Someone I don’t know mispronounces my name—worse—someone who would like to know me.

Be good and kind, they say, or else. But I am not good or kind or else I would not look for retribution.

Cardinals and squirrels before summer when I don’t want to be responsible for their nests.

On a podcast, a poet I love names the many accountability groups she’s joined this year. And I am jealous of her self-discipline and the word accountability, used as a term of self-discipline, but that is not what I want.

Foremost sin in my mind, the one not worth confessing.

Beloved, if it is the year of the comet, do not look for the comet. I stay so long in one place my hair lines the nests. The young blue jays are gray and flightless and want to know me. I don’t know how to hold down what I love, but I’ve eaten so much fruit trying to lure the animal to me. Thirty-one, I go to the grocery store. Two men open the door for me. I cannot stop them.

I want to love those who gather around my efforts. Offer care in its multiplicity.

At checkout, the cashier asks if I found everything I wanted. I say almost, but she pulls out the list.

Rice flour.

Plantains.

Then she asks, Have you tried Amazon?

Is have-you-tried-Amazon the new we-don’t-serve here?

The world begs for transcription. Most of all, I want to be accurate, but I would like to use less effort. Product of empire as I am, I know very little about forgiveness. I’m gleeful for anything I can allow myself to scorn without consequence. I want to be as good as they imagine, displace the southerner as his own child, unamerican as they come because I’m told union was never the goal.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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Tomorrow ~ Part 2

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Word Count: 3,000ish

Summary: Rumlow shows everyone what he’s willing to do to you to get back at Steve.

Warnings: blood, torture

Notes: Yeah, there’s actually going to be 3 parts in total...

< previous part

After confirming that you didn’t die in the explosion, the team was going crazy trying to find you. They had split up, following different leads. Steve was quickly benched, forced to stay in the Tower, after senselessly beating a few men as he tried to get information on your whereabouts. Tony was benched soon after for doing the same thing. Sam, Natasha, and Bucky were now heading the teams in the search for Y/N. While Tony and Steve were stuck at the Tower finding leads and running comms.

“It’s been two weeks and nothing!” Steve yelled, slamming his fist against the table. “I can’t take this!” He swiped the numerous papers and maps off the table. “We need to find her!”

“Taking your aggression out on my table isn’t going to help anything, Cap,” Tony stated. He was leaning back in his chair, feet up on the table with his eyes closed and a hand pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We’re getting nowhere with any of this!”

“You don’t think I know that.” Tony brought his hand down and looked frustratedly at his friend. Steve looked warn out already. Purple circles under his eyes, disheveled hair, and a beard growing. “I want to find her just as much as you do. She’s my best friend. Your anger—“

“Tony! Steve!” Bruce shouted, running into the room. The two men jumped up and faced their friend. “You’re both going to want to see this.”

Bruce pressed some things on his tablet and the screen on the other end of the room turned on. It was the news, but it was more like who was on it that was the shocker.

“Rumlow,” Steve growled, clenching his fists.

“—Rogers stole everything from me,” Rumlow said on the screen. “So I plan on doing the same.”

“Is this live?” Tony asked.

“Yes it is, Boss,” FRIDAY responded.

“Two weeks ago, the Avengers interrupted a HYDRA raid in Europe but they didn’t come out on top,” Rumlow continued. “HYDRA was forced to retreat, yes, but not without a prize.”

The camera angle widened to reveal you tied up to a chair behind Rumlow. Steve and the others immediately took you in. You weren’t gagged, which was both good and bad, and you didn’t have any injuries besides the ones you sustained two weeks ago. You did look malnourished like you had been losing weight.

“This is Y/N L/N, an Avenger as most of you know,” Rumlow came around to stand behind you. “We ended up successfully taking her two weeks ago. If you’re watching, Captain, don’t worry I haven’t laid a finger on her… yet.” A chill ran down Steve’s spine as his knees locked to keep him standing. “What happens to her is up to you. A number is about to appear on the screen.” It did as Rumlow said. “Call the number and I won’t tase her.”

Rumlow pulled out his taser and pressed the button to show that it was on. You tensed, preparing yourself for the worst. Steve quickly typed in the phone number, he could hear a phone ringing from the scene on the screen. Rumlow’s smirk grew as he made no move to answer the phone.

“He’s doing what you asked!” You yelled. “Answer it!”

Rumlow whipped around and slapped you so hard that the chair slid back. Your cheek stung as you squeezed your eyes closed to keep the emotions at bay. The phone eventually stopped ringing, but Steve kept the phone close to his ear.

“Funny that you thought I’d play by any rules,” Rumlow taunted.

With a sadistic grin, Rumlow turned on the taser once again and jammed it into your injured side. You let out a muffled cry as you tried to keep from screaming out in pain.

The phone in Steve’s hand came falling to the ground, the screen shattering. Tony’s jaw clenched as he tightly gripped the edge of the table.

Rumlow laughed as he continued to press the taser into your injury. You bit down on your lip, quickly drawing blood, as you kept your head facing away from the camera so that you could try and spare your friends from the heartbreak that you know would happen. After the longest ten minutes of your life, Rumlow stopped and your body went slack against the chair, tired and in pain.

“Expect more breaking news, Rogers,” Rumlow said, glaring into the camera.

Then the camera cut off. Bruce quickly turned off the screen as the other two men were frozen in place.

“FRIDAY,” Tony breathed out, growing more frustrated by the second. “Tell me you got something.”

The screen turned back on showing a world map with red dots appearing on them. “Unfortunately, they seemed to be using towers across the globe to send this feed out,” the AI explained. “I couldn’t pinpoint one location but 150.”

“It’s better than nothing,” Bruce said, trying to slip in some positivity. The other two men stayed put. “I’m going to go contact the other team members and start forming a plan.” Bruce slipped out of the room.

“I’m going after her,” Steve stated. His voice was low and dark.

“You can’t go alone and without a plan,” Tony said, trying to remain calm as he felt on the verge of a panic attack.

“I will do whatever I damn well please to get her back! I’m going and no one is going to stop me.” Steve ran out of the room.

“FRIDAY!” Tony called out to his AI as he headed after the Captain. “Get Barnes on the line and shut down the hanger bay!”

“On it, Boss,” the AI responded.

“Stark? What’s going on?” Bucky’s voice filled the hallways as Tony tried to catch up to Steve. “We saw the video. Bruce is—“

“Steve’s going rouge!” Tony shouted. “I’m chasing after him and I have FRIDAY shutting down the hanger bay.”

“Shit! What about the garage? Have you shut that down?”

“FRIDAY shut down the garage as well!”

“Unfortunately, Boss, Captain Rogers has already grabbed his emergency bag and taken his bike.”

Tony came to a sliding stop. “Track him.”

“He’ll have taken his vintage bike, Stark,” Bucky warned.

“Sergeant Barnes is right,” the AI said.

“Shit,” Tony muttered. “Any gear at all we can track?”

“Unfortunately, he’s taken an old suit and his arm shields from Wakanda.”

“We need to regroup and come up with a plan. Barnes?”

“Still here,” he answered. “I’ll head back to the Tower and inform the others to do so as well.”

“I’ll make sure to have the conference room ready with all the information we’ve gathered.”

“Great. I’ll be back in an hour.” Bucky ended the call.

Tony sighed as he walked over to a wall of windows, looking out on the city. “Don’t do something stupid, Rogers. Just bring her home.”

~~~

When three days later rolled around, you were still tied to the chair in the room with the camera. You were tired, hungry, and in pain. You haven’t seen anyone since the recording stopped. Your eyes were currently closed as you tried to focus on something to take away the pain.

Steve was your main focus. His laughter, his smile. How his blue eyes shine brighter than the sky on the sunniest of days. You were focusing so much, you felt like you could feel his hands running down your arms before cupping your cheeks. His breath fanning on your face as he slowly came closer. You slipped out a sigh of contentment at the fantasy before hearing a wicked chuckle. Your eyes snapped open to see Brock Rumlow holding your face close to his own.

“Hello, princess,” he spat. You winced. “Ready for filming today?” You bit the inside of your lip. Rumlow straightened up and looked at his henchmen. “Get her out of the chair and hanging from the ceiling.”

Four of his men came up, each taking one of your limbs and untying you from the chair. Another man was readying the chains. You were pulled from the chair, each limb being held, and moved over to the chains. They encased your wrists in the metal and let you go, you jerked as your body was harshly stopped by the chains. Your arms were held above your head and your feet couldn’t even touch the ground.

“Great,” Brock said, once you were placed to his liking. “Everyone in positions! We’re going live in 5.”

~~~

Steve was panting as he studied the room of bloody bodies. This was already his fifth base in the last seventy-two hours and there was still no sign of you. He didn’t leave anyone alive in either one. There was no mercy when it came to your life being on the line. He was walking towards the computer bank to try and access any information when the screen flickered on by itself. He froze, inhaling sharply, at the sight of you hanging from the ceiling.

“I wasn’t joking when I said to expect more breaking news,” Rumlow said. “Today’s game is to see how many whips I get in before Y/N completely breaks.” He laughed as a man handed him a whip. He walked over to you, one of his hands coming up to trail along your cheek. You tried and failed to move away. “She’s truly been so strong, though I haven’t done anything too bad yet. We’ll see how she handles this.”

Rumlow’s arm swung back before launching forward. Steve jumped at the sight and sound of the whip hitting your back. He watched as you clenched your eyes shut and bit down on your lip. Steve flinched with each whip as he watched tears slip through your closed eyes. Eventually, Steve’s gaze moved from the tears slipping down your cheeks, to the blood from your back streaming onto the floor.

“Wow, you are tough, aren’t you princess?” Rumlow teased. “Give me the other whip.” Rumlow handed the first whip off before he was handed a whip with glass shards embedded in it. “Let’s see how you hand this one.”

It took two whips before you broke, unable to hold in the anguished cries anymore. Rumlow cackled as he continued whipping. Steve’s red-stained hands formed into fists as he watched you get beaten on live television. The whip stopped as soon as Rumlow was sure that you had passed out. Rumlow faced the camera and pointed back at you.

“This is your girl, Rogers,” Rumlow taunted. “All of this is your fault.”

Then the screen turned black. A roar rumbled up Steve’s chest and burst from his lips as his fist hit the screen. His hand was scraped up and littered with glass shards as he pulled out.

“Feel better?” Natasha wondered, appearing in the doorway. Steve made no move to acknowledge her. “You’re being reckless, Rogers.”

“Leave me alone,” he ordered. His voice was rough and dark.

“Not a chance. Look at what you’ve done here.” She motioned around the room. “This isn’t you.”

“I have to find her. And I’ll do whatever it takes.” He turned on his heel and headed for the door, pushing Natasha aside with his shoulder. He huffed when he heard her following him. “I don’t need a babysitter, Romanoff.”

“The Team would beg to differ.”

“If you wanted to stop me, you should have sent Bucky.”

“He’s busy actually trying to find Y/N.”

Steve spun around. “I am trying!” He boomed.

Natasha held her ground, not scared by the Captain’s outburst. “You’re being irrational. You’re using your heart instead of your head.” Steve scoffed. “We all love Y/N, Steve! She is family! We all want her back, but you don’t see us all going off and doing our own thing. That’s not what we do.”

“Well, it’s what I do.”

“Don’t lie to yourself, Steve, you’re terrible at it.”

Steve shook his head as he turned away from Natasha. “I have to do this on my own.”

“Why? Because you believe what Rumlow said? You believe that this is all your fault?” Steve paused. “It’s not. It’s no one’s fault. We were all doing our jobs that day.”

“Yes but if I had just been—“

“You don’t know what would have happened, even if you create a million scenarios in your head. You don’t know. We do know what did happen and that Y/N needs us to work together now more than ever. You splitting off, going rouge like this, is part of Rumlow’s plan. Are you really going to let him do more damage than he’s already done?”

Steve stayed silent, still facing away from Natasha. Clenching and unclenching his hands, Steve tried to filter through all his emotions to try and think logically. But it was hard. All he wanted was you back and safe. He knew that his actions probably were overreactions, especially since you weren’t officially together. But he loved you and the fact that Rumlow was doing all of this because of him, made his guilt turn to rage.

“You can stay with me,” Steve spoke up. “Keep in contact with the team, but I’m still working on my own.”

“There’s a quinjet outside, grab your bike and gear and meet me there,” Natasha responded. Steve nodded and walked away to do as Natasha had said. She sighed as she pulled out her phone and called the team.

“Natasha?” Bucky answered the call. “How is he?”

“It’s worse than we thought.”

“Shit.”

“But, I did get him to let me stay with him. So hopefully we can get this situated.”

“Yeah… did you see the broadcast?”

“I did.”

“Tony’s locked up in his lab since he almost went rouge after it. Pepper and Rhodes are here to stop him from doing what Steve is doing though.”

“Good… we don’t need more Steve’s right now… Any leads you need followed?”

“I’ll send what we have to the quinjet. Wilson and I are headed out tonight to scout some of the leads.”

“Great, I’ll be in touch.”

“Just promise to keep him safe. We can’t lose Steve too.”

~~~

You knew that you were laying in a pool of your own blood before you opened your eyes. You honestly couldn’t get your eyes to open, too focused on trying to not breathe as heavily as you were. But the pain was still searing, your heart racing. When you finally opened your eyes, you quickly noticed you were still in the recording room. The chains had been taken off of you and there were no guards around. It was clear they believed that you were too weak to fight, and they were right.

You whimpered as you moved from laying on your stomach to your right side. Your brain was fuzzy and you had lost all sense of time. You don’t know how long you were conscious before a set of guards hauled in a large tub of water. If you listened carefully, you were sure that the water had ice mixed in it.

“How’s our hero doing?” Rumlow teased as he waltzed in. You closed your eyes instead of trying to look at him. He crouched down and grabbed your face roughly. You cried out in pain as he did. “You’ve had twenty-four hours to rest. You’re fine. It’s showtime.”

Rumlow pushed your head down before standing up and telling his guards to get ready for the broadcast. You honestly couldn’t tell what was going on, too weak to focus. You were drifting in and out of consciousness when you were suddenly grabbed and stuffed into the tub of water. The cold immediately burned every inch of your being. Your mind became more alert but you had no energy to fight. Bubbles burst from your mouth as you tried to scream underwater.

When you thought you were about to pass out, you were yanked out of the tub, coughing immediately, and pushed back in. The burning in your lungs was increasingly getting worse and the cold water that hit your open wounds was unwelcome.

The next time they pulled you out, you were shoved back into two pairs of arms and pulled to a standing position. You obviously couldn’t stand though and were being held up. Your whole body was slack, unable to hold your head up or even open your eyes.

“Such a fighter,” Rumlow taunted. “Such a pretty, pretty fighter.” He grabbed your chin. “Too bad no one’s come to save her.” He let you go and marched to the camera. “I’m growing tired of this, Rogers. So time’s running out. You have until tomorrow to find me. Or I’ll do my worst, on live television.” Rumlow laughed. “And, I promise, your girl won’t survive it.”

~~~

Natasha was watching Steve more than she was watching the broadcast. Watching for a sign that he would just jump from the quinjet and go solo again. But he was eerily still. After the broadcast was over, Natasha waited a few minutes before slowly coming around her friend. She bit down a gasp as she saw his eyes squeezed shut and tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Steve…” she whispered, reaching out to him.

He stepped back without even opening his eyes. “I’m fine,” his voice broke.

“No,” Nat shook her head. “No you’re not, and that’s okay.”

“We’re going to find Y/N.”

“Yes,” Steve’s eyes opened, heartbreak clearly evident. “But are we going to in time?”

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stelera · 2 months

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Parallel Play Week 2024 Day 2 - Vulnerable

On the night of a new moon, Inuyasha can finally get some sleep knowing he has a strong, capable warrior to keep watch. It takes him a while to become fully comfortable with it - his pride is a big sticking point - but eventually he trusts Deidara to protect him on the nights when he's vulnerable. Meanwhile Deidara doesn't mind pulling an all-nighter once a month (especially since Inuyasha often chooses to stay up with him anyway).

Woe, Parallel Play Week 2024 be upon ye! (For those uninitiated this is when I borrow the prompts of another ship week and play alongside them with my own blorbos because there's no one who will do a ship week with my obscure crossover ship and sometimes it's just nice to feel like a part of something. I will sit quietly in my corner and not disturb the ship week tags though.)

Fun fact I had to draw Deidara twice because the first time I realized the way he was sitting made Inuyasha look like he was floating rather than lying with his head in Deidara's lap. I didn't even redo the sketch, I just freehanded it with a mouse in CSP using the object tool. So that was fun!

#Parallel Play Week 2024 #Deidara #Inuyasha #crossover #human Inuyasha #new moon #Akatsuki #naruto #anime #manga #ship week #InuDei #Inuyasha/Deidara #it's my sleepover and I get to pick the crack ship #my art #digital art #csp #vector art #no tablet we die like men

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🦑🌪 hello! For prompt 1, I wonder about Lao Nie's death, and how his wives, and any other possible Dangerous Woman he left an impression on, reacted to it. Maybe at midnight following the official funeral they show up where the memorial tablet is displayed, to pay respects and reminisce. We all know what Lao Nie saw in them. What did they see in him?

Moonlight Shadow - ao3

“I didn’t mean it,” he said dully. “I really didn’t.”

“Your kind never does,” a lazy voice said from behind him, and Wen Ruohan suppressed the urge to jump in surprise through force of will alone. It had been a long time since he’d been startled enough to actually react, and even longer since someone had been able to sneak up close enough behind him to force him to do so – the benefits of paranoia, old age, and rampantly powerful cultivation.

Though he supposed that the lady behind him wasn’t just anyone.

“I would have thought that was my line,” he said dryly, keeping his eyes on the memorial tablet in front of him – he knew better than to try to turn to look at the lady speaking with him. When she was in a temper, she could be very hard to look at indeed, even for someone like him. “Isn’t it your kind that is known to eat men?”

“Ah, to be sure, to be sure! But we generally do it on purpose. It’s only humans that have – accidents.”

Wen Ruohan supposed that might be true.

“Why are you here, anyway?” the Second Madame Nie asked, because of course that was who it was, no matter how unlikely. No one else would dare speak to him like this…she was moving behind him, though he didn’t hear any footsteps. Though he supposed he wouldn’t, given what Lao Nie had hinted at regarding his second lady’s ‘death’ in childbirth. “I thought there were all sorts of rules around who was supposed to be allowed to worship at these grave tablets. I wouldn’t have thought the murderer would be among them.”

A brief pause.

“They do know you killed him, right?”

Wen Ruohan twisted his lips bitterly in what had maybe, once upon a time, been a smile. “Oh yes. They know.”

Nie Mingjue certainly knew. He’d stared at him with red-rimmed eyes, his clothing whiter than any Lan, completely unadorned – he’d known. He’d known from the first moment Lao Nie’s Jiwei had shattered, leaving him to kill the beast he’d been night-hunting with his father alone, and if he’d had any doubts, the six agonizingly slow months it took Lao Nie to actually die would have erased them.

He’d let Wen Ruohan in to see the memorial tablet anyway.

“Just this once,” he’d said when Wen Ruohan had shown up on his doorstep, alone and unguarded, lurking there without knowing how to ask for what he wanted. His voice had been flat and dull and tired. “After this, we’re enemies.”

“He took pity on me, I think,” Wen Ruohan said, and didn’t that just burn? He was very nearly all-powerful, a god among men, unrivaled in the cultivation world, and that half-grown sprout Nie Mingjue had the gall to pity him. Him! “He said…he said his father may have been a fool, to forgive me everything, but he couldn’t deny that he did. So on his behalf, he forgave me one last time.”

The Second Madame Nie laughed, a lovely tinkling sound not unlike bells.

“That’s my little fish cake,” she said, sounding pleased. “Unparalleled in all the world, that one.”

Wen Ruohan didn’t doubt it – if only because even Lao Nie, who accepted everything philosophically, carelessly, was confused by his strange eldest son, so painfully righteous and true to the point that it seemed unreal.

Inhuman.

“They both were,” he said. For all of Nie Mingjue’s talk of forgiveness, however temporary, the memorial tablet in front of him seemed foreboding. Lao Nie could forgive many things, to be sure, but not a threat to his sect – he would have minded that more than the threat to his life, Wen Ruohan knew. It was one thing to kill him as a person, Lao Nie; that much he could accept, but to kill Sect Leader Nie and damage the Nie sect? Unacceptable.

And yet, for Wen Ruohan, who for decades had thought only of his own ambition and who was said to take every action in pursuit of some goal, it was the loss of Lao Nie, not Sect Leader Nie, that troubled him.

After all, there’d been plenty of Sect Leader Nies. There was only one Lao Nie.

There had been only one.

“I’ll grant you that,” Second Madame Nie said. “He was certainly special.”

Wen Ruohan had hated her, before. Not for herself, but for what she represented, what her presence meant about Lao Nie’s feelings for him, or lack thereof.

For the first time, though, he wondered.

“Why did you like him?” Wen Ruohan asked. “One such as yourself – you came, and you stayed. Why?”

“Those are two very different questions,” she said, and she sounded amused. “I came because Lao Nie was a firecracker of a man, someone who fucked like a champion stud and had both power and wickedness enough to sate me for months. I stayed because his eldest son was the most perfectly little mouthful of rice I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Wen Ruohan felt his eyebrows arching, wholly involuntary.

“Is there something special about Nie Mingjue, then?” he asked, then felt stupid – of course there was. If the rumors surrounding the Second Madame Nie said that she was a huli jing, a nine-tailed fox with a face that brought disaster, beautiful and terrible and capable of devouring men, then the rumors about the never-seen First Madame Nie began and ended with the word ‘goddess’.

It could really make one wonder.

“Didn’t I just tell you? He’s a savory little zongzi, a perfectly spherical xiao long bao, a tender and crispy pork chop!”

Wen Ruohan rolled his eyes.

“I saw that.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it,” he said dryly, though he did wonder how exactly she could see his face given that she was still behind his back. Probably best not to think too hard on that. “If you stayed for the son – the first son, not even your own – then why are you here now, at his grave? There’s nothing here for you.”

“Just because I refrained from devouring his soul because of his son doesn’t mean I didn’t like him,” Second Madame Nie protested. “Lao Nie was quite the charmer – as you well know.”

Oh yes. Wen Ruohan did know.

“He had a touch of the divine about him, and I’m not referring to A-Jue’s mother. It was the way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he looked at you, and yet none of those and all of those at once. He would lie to your face to make you laugh, and not have the slightest trace of shame if you caught him at it; you’d forgive him at once, of course. He could make anyone, no matter who or what they were, feel as though they were safe with him, even when they knew they weren’t.”

Wen Ruohan knew that, too.

Lao Nie had been a good friend to him. Better than he deserved – far better. A good friend, a good lover, a good ally…Lao Nie had been a terribly wicked man, in his own way. He had been a superb cultivator, a powerful man and an excellent general; he’d expanded and solidified his sect’s reach several times over, swallowing up those other smaller sects in the north of the cultivation world whenever they showed the slightest moment of weakness. He’d been careless and reckless, heedless of the feelings of those around him, wreaking havoc as he went along his way; he’d once said that he’d left worry and shame behind him long ago, choosing to always live in the moment, to prioritize ‘have fun’ over just about everything else. Even if that impulse had been a negative one, driven by an almost suicidal philosophy of hedonism, pleasure-seeking and hollow, inspired by a death he knew would come to him too early, Wen Ruohan had still often envied Lao Nie his irrepressible sense of freedom.

Lao Nie had been a good man, too.

He’d been a good sect leader. A good father. A good person, underneath it all.

He would be missed.

No, let him not mislead or deceive, here alone in the dark with only a demon for company. He would miss Lao Nie – he, Wen Ruohan, who needed no one, who was above such petty human connections.

He, who had killed him.

“Well, he’s gone now,” Second Madame Nie said, her voice somehow both light and airy and utterly brutal. “Nothing else for it. We had our chance, and now he’s gone.”

Yes, Wen Ruohan supposed he was.

“You should probably go, if you’re done.”

Wen Ruohan shook his head slightly, seeking to clear it, and rose to his feet. “Oh?” he drawled, aiming for a tone that was disinterested and aloof and very nearly getting there. “Do you want some privacy with your husband?”

That had been the one thing he’d never been to Lao Nie, he supposed. Not that he’d want to be, of course.

And yet…

“Not me, not me,” she giggled, her voice high and sharp, piercing. A fox’s yelp. She was following him out of the room, Wen Ruohan noticed. “There’s others still to go.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, opening the door and walking outside for a ways before finally giving into his curiosity and starting to turn to look back. “Who else –”

He hadn’t quite made the full turn, which was what saved him from being blinded by the rush of light - light from lightning, streaking down from the skies straight into the center of the courtyard he’d just abandoned. As it was, even with his extraordinary cultivation, his eyes were dazed by it and he was actually knocked several steps back, staggering, unable to stand or see properly. All he could see were shapes, figures, dim silhouettes – a tall woman, he thought muzzily, only she seemed too tall to be believed. Tall enough that she had to lower her head to enter the great high arch of the memorial hall, a few dozen chi or more above his head.

Wen Ruohan blinked rapidly for a few seconds, focusing his cultivation on his eyes to heal the damage to his retinas. By the time he was done, the courtyard was as empty as if it had always been that way – only there was a nasty burn mark on the ground, presumably where the lightning had landed.

“Let’s not interfere,” Second Madame Nie said mischievously, still somehow behind him, seeming completely unmoved by what had just occured. “Me, because I can’t interfere with human affairs until I return to my proper self, and you, because you want to live. After all, you did kill him. What happens if she wants to make something of it?”

Wen Ruohan thought back to all the times Lao Nie had enthusiastically, yet with an uncharacteristic lack of rhetorical skill, sought without success to describe his beloved first wife, and tried not to shiver. He was only near godhood; he hadn’t made it yet – he wasn’t qualified to speak with his…first sister-in-law, if one thought about it through a somewhat tortured lens.

“I’ll take your advice,” he said, and sped up his steps before the Second Madame also decided to make something of it, her words about not interfering in the human world aside. “I’ll be leaving, then. Let’s not meet again.”

“Let’s not,” she agreed. “Not as you are now.”

Wen Ruohan briefly wondered if she knew he’d dug up all those old treatises on the way of clarity, a means of cutting off all emotion – Lao Nie hadn’t wanted him to do it, to go down that path, even though even at the time it had seemed fairly tempting to Wen Ruohan. For Lao Nie, for love, he’d put it aside; he hadn’t looked at it for years and years now. He supposed now that Lao Nie was dead and gone, there was nothing stopping him if he really did want to try it. The idea of not having to feel this bad ever again was…not unappealing.

Sure, Lao Nie had claimed that a lack of emotions wouldn’t bring him godhood but rather insanity, but…well, he was dead now, and he’d died badly, too. What did he know?

“Farewell,” he said to Lao Nie’s second wife, and didn’t add the good riddance. He really didn’t know what Lao Nie had seen in all these strange women – surely he, Wen Ruohan, should have been enough for him. More than enough, really.

Well, it wasn’t his business any longer.

After all, Lao Nie was gone now.

Lao Nie was gone – and Wen Ruohan remained.

Just as he always did.

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For what the law could not do, in that it was weak through the flesh, God sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh, and for sin, condemned sin in the flesh: That the righteousness of the law might be fulfilled in us, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. - Romans 8:3-4 KJV

The Law of Moses was not able to redeem us; it simply served to show us how fallen our state was and how incapable we were of attaining right standing with God through our own power.

When Jesus Christ died and resurrected, a new order came in which was the law of the Spirit of Life. We are not led by inscriptions on stone tablets anymore. We are led by the Holy Spirit of the true and living God! May we always take heed to the guiding of Him and His Holy Word and Spirit. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for doing what no man could ever do – fulfill the Law and overpower the sting of sin and death. Thanks to Jesus Christ, we are redeemed, spiritually reborn and declared righteous. We have eternal life with Him in His Kingdom of Heaven and eternal victory. Praise Him!

Jesus Christ is the only way to Heaven (John 3:5, 14:6), the only way to salvation (Acts 4:12, Ephesians 2:8-9) and He is resurrection and the life (John 11:25-26). As true and born-again Christians, we believe in Him and His Holy Word. We know though our mortal bodies should die, He will raise us up and into new and glorious bodies (The Rapture). We who are truly His and alive at His second coming will never die, and our bodies will be changed in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, and so shall we ever be with Him in His Kingdom of Heaven forevermore (1 Corinthians 15:51-52, 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17). This is one of many promises given to us by God Himself. Thank God for His strength and guidance when we are faced with sin and temptation. Thank Him for His mercy and grace. Through Bible study and prayer, God reveals His wisdom and guides us to see opportunities to grow closer to Him and grow spiritually. He gives us direction to live our lives according to His Holy Word and will. We must make God top priority everyday! May we be motivated to spread God's Holy Word and Gospel Truth to all the Earth, knowing that it is the only hope of all those lost in their sins. Let us not hold out a false hope for men to be saved without the Gospel, but instead, strive to do our part to get the Gospel out to a lost and dying world.

Leaning on Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ through prayer and His Holy Word and Spirit strengthens us and our knowledge and wisdom about God and His Gospel Truth, exposing these imposters. May God help us to seek and lean on Him daily to gain the strength, wisdom and spiritual discernment needed to expose Satan and his imposters who seek to destroy us and God's ultimate Truth. Everyday, we must remember to share Jesus Christ's Gospel Truth with the world and to thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for the grace that He poured out for us on the cross at Calvary. He has freed us from the burdens of sin and from the eternal damnation of Hell. In all we say and do, may all praise, honor and glory always be given to Him and His Kingdom of Heaven.

With renewed minds, hearts and wills, let us serve Him humbly and faithfully out of pure love and grateful rejoicing. May He remind us of His presence and to remain at peace, fully knowing that all will be well because He is always with us. Let us seek Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ today and everyday with all our heart and being, looking for His love, light and will for our lives with each step we take. Let us seek to please Him with our thoughts, words, and deeds and seek to advance His Kingdom of Heaven and His glory with our lives. Let us seek Him from a pure and humble heart, and when we so seek, we believe Him and His promise that we will find. May He help us all to be more sensitive to the teaching ministry of His Holy Word and Spirit, relying on Him and allowing Him to speak to us and guide us every step of our Christian journey.

God gave us the Holy Bible - His living and Holy Word - to let us know of Him and His abiding love and care as well as guide and prepare us for all our lives. May He help us encourage one another as we continue our walk with Him and our duty to Him daily. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for being present for all our new beginnings and all our lives. May He redirect any anxiety we feel as He provides countless opportunities for growth and change. May we humble ourselves before God always, asking Him to forgive our sins and make our hearts and lives anew through His Holy Word and Spirit. May He help us make Him and His Holy Word top priority, so we can grow spiritually and grow in our relationship with Him as we apply it to our daily lives. Thank God that we can focus on Him and everything about Him, for that is what keeps us sane and at peace. May our words and actions always be a reflection of Him and His Holy Word and Spirit and will.

May He help us to always walk in His grace and Holy Spirit, not by our own measure. May He give us the humble humility to know that our freedom and eternal salvation is found only in Him, so that His grace may sustain us, and we may never lose sight of His love and light and mercy. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for calling us to Him and to serve Him. May He equip us to do all that He has called us to do so that as He works through us, He may use us to produce fruit, to reach others, and to encourage all brothers and sisters in Christ. May He work all of these things in us and through us for His Kingdom and His glory. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all His creation, for His miraculous ways and for everything He does and has done for us! Keep the faith and keep moving forward in your walk with Jesus! He loves us and He knows what is best for us. Seek, follow and trust in Him - Always!

Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Word and for sending His Holy Spirit so that we might have His grace, not only to awaken us and transform our hearts in our spiritual rebirth and guarantee our eternity with Him, but to also call upon Him whenever we are in need. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for all the reminders of His love and mercy and faithfulness within His Holy Word. He is bigger than any challenge or circumstance in our lives. Knowing this within our minds and our hearts, nothing can deter our faith in Him and His Truth. May we all accept Him and His eternal gift of salvation and ask that He would transform our hearts and lives according to His will and ways. Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His Holy Spirit who saves, seals and leads us. May we always thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for His almighty power and saving grace. For He is our strength, and He alone is able to save us, forgive our sins and gift us eternal salvation and entry into His Kingdom of Heaven.

May we make sure that we give our hearts and lives to God and take time to seek and praise Him and share His Truth with the world daily. May the LORD our God and Father in Heaven help us to stay diligent and obedient and help us to guard our hearts in Him and His Holy Word daily. May He help us to remain faithful and full of excitement to do our duty to Him and for His glorious return and our reunion in Heaven as well as all that awaits us there. May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful LORD, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

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Ch.1 - Aftershock

Masterlist - Next Chapter

Laswell and Shepherd discuss Hassan; Shepherd requests for Ghost to team up with Soap to join the Marines on the hunt for Hassan.

A swift knock on his oak door disturbed him of his duties. With an irritated and curious "Come in!", General Shepherd was pleased to see Kate Laswell, Station Chief of the C.I.A. Shepherd knew she meant business when she came to speak with someone one-on-one, but the news he was prepared to hear was not what he was in the mood for. "Laswell." He greeted, setting his pen aside.

"General Shepherd." She nodded, presenting herself in a respectful stature.

"Boy, do I know that look," He sighed, sitting back in his chair. "Are we at war?"

"You would be the first to know, sir."

"Damn right I would. Now talk to me."

She sighed, nodding before presenting her digital tablet to him, zooming in on an artificial map. "We have a hit on Ghorbrani's second in command."

Shepherd chuckled in disbelief, taking the tablet in his hands. "Hassan Zyani. Quds Force Major."

"He's taken up the mantle for Iran."

"Supplying terrorists."

"Money, weapons, intel."

"Well, he's ambitious."

"He's dangerous, sir. He wants retaliation for the Ghorbrani strike. He's planning something."

"We can't take him in Iran."

Laswell leaned over his desk, using her index finger to open a new page on her tablet. "He's not in Iran, sir. He's on the ground in Al Mazrah."

"What the hell is he doing in Al Mazrah?" Shepherd scoffed.

"There is only one way to find out, sir."

"Well, let's get him."

"When?"

"What time is it now?" Shepherd cocked a brow as if he were challenging her.

"Who do we send?"

---

"You're wheels up in five." Shepherd spoke through to one of the most trusted Lieutenant in the 141 – Simon "Ghost" Riley. He was a man of mystery, but a man of duty nonetheless. He was quick, responsible, and reliable when it came to getting the job done. No matter what it was, Ghost was there and ready to go.

"Roger."

"Marines are loading in now. You and the Sergeant are leading the way on this."

"The Sergeant?" Ghost questioned, his brows furrowing beneath his preferred mask, concealing his identity.

"Soap MacTavish."

Ghost sighed as he heard the familiar name. He hadn't seen Soap in what felt like ages, but he would be lying if he wasn't eager to fight alongside his brother in arms. He just couldn't show it.

He nodded at Soap in greeting as he jumped down from transport, the old friend coming up to greet him with a warm smile, "Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, L.t? I'll save you a seat, sir." He smiled, patting his shoulder before walking towards his assigned destination, leaving Ghost behind to stare at the events folding before him.

"Fucking hell." Ghost sighed.

"Ghost - you copy?" Shepherd sounded through his earpiece.

"Yes, sir."

"Any issues?"

"Negative, sir. Out here."

---

“Airstrikes are hitting enemy positions bordering Al Mazrah,” Laswell explained. “Intel confirms a concentration of AQ fighters converging in the valley. We believe they’re protecting something. Surveillance indicates soldiers guarding three structures. Major Hassan may be holed up inside. Ghost and Soap will lead a Marine Special Operations unit to kill or capture Hassan, tonight. One helo will insert two teams at separate offset points bordering the target area. Bravo Team will sweep and clear buildings one and two. Alpha Team takes building three. All shooters have execute authority, but we want Hassan alive for interrogation. And be advised: Major Hassan is AQ’s lifeline. If he is there, they will die for him. Good hunting...”

---

Both Bravo and Alpha Teams cleared the landmarks successfully, only receiving one soldier injured, but zero fatalities on their end. As for Hassan’s men... well, most of them were terminated, leaving enough time for Hassan to get away, leaving Ghost cussing at himself for failing the mission, even though it wasn’t his fault nor his team’s. With suspicion and slight confirmation that Hassan had fled, the soldiers came across a warehouse that most of Hassan’s men had been shooting from.

They were protecting something.

Giving orders to clear it out, Ghost and Soap led the charge, extinguishing less than a dozen soldiers left at the complex. “All clear.” Soap confirmed, catching his breath, his adrenaline keeping him going.

“Let’s search it. Let’s see what they were hiding.” Ghost directed.

“Al-Qatala’s got some serious shit in here,” A Marine commented, helping Soap open the iron door to the shipping container that sat in the middle of the warehouse.

“What the fuck is this?” Soap scoffed.

“It’s all in English.” Ghost commented, now standing beside Soap as the men looked at the control panel.

Soap pulled a power lever to engage the control panel, both he and Ghost stepping back as they watched multiple hydraulic cylinders move into place. It looks like a Transformer, Soap thought as his jaw proceeded to drop in curiosity and amazement, but he also knew that whatever this unit was, was going to be a problem.

“Ballistic missiles.” Ghost said, his suspicion confirmed.

“It’s a mobile launcher.”

“These’ll go a thousand miles...” A Marine stated.

“Yeah, at least.” Ghost shook his head.

“How the hell did Iran get their hands on this?” Soap cursed, walking around the unit.

“7-6, get us through to Laswell.” Ghost commanded to the Marine.

“Roger. Stand by...” He nodded. “Bravo 7-6. Charlie to Watcher-1, how copy?”

“This is Watcher-1, send traffic.” Laswell replied back over the radio.

“Laswell, this is Ghost. We got something.”

“Tell me you got Hassan.”

“Ghost, take a look at this...” Soap said, breaking Ghost’s train of thought as he looked down at his brother in arms, seeing a stunned look in his eye as he and all of the Marines on their team looked at the side of the launcher, seeing an American flag printed on the side, showing the true ownership of the unit. Oh, fuck.

“Ghost, do you have Hassan?” Laswell repeated, eager for an answer, her palms sweating.

He forced himself to reply, still too stunned to speak, “Negative. We found a weapons cache. Hassan’s got missiles... They’re American.”

“0-7 – this is Gold Eagle Actual, repeat your last!” Shepherd chimed in, shocked.

“I say again: Hassan has American missiles.”

---

“All right, clear the room,” Shepherd stated, entering the conference room at the headquarters building. His face stayed stationary with defeat, frustration, and anger. His employees looked at him stunned, each of them jolting when Shepherd raised his voice for urgent response. “Now! Everybody out! Let’s go!”

Laswell stayed behind, standing at the foot of the table, eye-balling her laptop as she looked as confused as he was. She knew she was about to get an earful.

“Iran is in possession of American missiles.” He said, confirming what Ghost had told him from the mission.

“American missiles in AQ’s hands.”

“Hassan has been passing out our ballistic missiles like it’s fucking Halloween and we didn’t know about it?” He shouted.

“Gives Iran plausible deniability,” Laswell replied.

“Oh, plausible deniability my ass – Iran's all over this. I wanna know how many they have and where they intend to use them!”

“If Hassan is moving missiles, then he has a smuggling partner.”

“Well, then I would advise you to figure out who that is.”

“Give my team two hours with those missiles, sir. I will know everybody who’s even breathed on them.”

“Negative. I want them destroyed!”

“General, there’s valuable intel there.”

“This is an intelligence failure, Laswell! It’s not gonna be a tactical one. There will be 500 enemy soldiers on that site by sunrise. We need a win fast!” He stated, leaning for his radio. “Gold Eagle Actual to Ghost – Move your team and call for fire. I want those weapons destroyed.”

A few moments pass by...

“Roger that, Actual.”

“Amsterdam...” Laswell said.

“What the hell’s Amsterdam got to do with this?”

Laswell breathed a laugh, “It’s a smuggling hub. Ports and canals are insecure. Iran has friends there. We do too...”

“Who?”

“The Captain,” She said with a slight smirk, pulling up Captain Price’s file. “He’s tracking an AQ cell in country as we speak.”

“Well, that’s the first good news I’ve heard all day.”

“I’ll link up with him and handle this myself, sir.”

“Kate Laswell back in the field?”

“I want this done right.”

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