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curious about the artoirel/jannequinard WIP. do you mind sharing a snippet? :3c
it's not a lot, so you may as well have it all! i think i had in mind this piece to be about 5~6k with them getting involved, keeping their affair a secret, a sex scene sprinkled somewhere in there
but it didn't stick, i remember having trouble even getting this down so i sort of let it lie until inspiration hit me, i guess it never did orz
#24 for your destiny oc bois 😘
Hunter’s Mark
The place was a desert. A literal desert, aside from a few arid bushes and trees, the snow glinted under the shy light of the sun. That eerie stillness was interrupted only by some wandering birds, shrieking as they flew high and majestic among threatening clouds.
That was an odd scenario, even for the Cosmodrome.
A chilly breeze ruffled Indrel’s milky hair as he walked along the walls of the structure as stealthy as possible to not alert any enemy, in sight or not.
He brushed a stray lock behind his ear, before tightening his grip around his scout rifle as Nox scanned the area thoroughly.
“I suggest you to be careful.” the Ghost uttered under his static breath, bouncing from the warlock’s shoulder to the other in a swift swing.
Indrel refrained the urge to roll his eyes. Sometimes Nox treated him like a child. He loved his Ghost, he really did, but he couldn’t shake that feeling of being schooled around from time to time.
Instead, he just puffed out a sigh and gave Nox a nod in confirmation.
It was not a casualty that the two of them were there, in Old Russia among all the places. Earlier that day, in fact, the warlock accepted to sort out the bloody diatribe with the House of Wolves on behalf of Petra Venj. They’d met in the Reef, where she asked Indrel to take the Silent Fangs down, Skolas's most lethal fighters. The warlock also promised her to avenge her loss, and Petra said she’d appreciated the gesture, even though it wouldn’t have gotten her eye back, unfortunately.
Before reaching the Cosmodrome, however, Indrel had to sneaked in the narrow tunnels of the Breach, way too familiar by now, just to find them filled with both high ranking enemies and traps. The Fallen had even set up mines, that the warlock had no trouble to trigger from afar without any harm using a combat bow.
That cordial welcome was just the beginning, and the warlock was fully aware of the danger that waited ahead.
A swooshing sound stirred him from his thoughts and he immediately jerked his head up to the sky.
“They’re coming.” Nox warned in an alarmed beep, shifting closer to Indrel’s head.
As soon as the awoken saw a big Fallen spaceship approaching one of the highest hills of the landscape, he took cover behind a rusty hut nearby. And started evaluating his possibilities.
“They are many.” Nox stated matter-of-factly, even if his tone edged on worry.
“I know.” Indrel muttered through clenched teeth, before taking another sneak peek at the battleground.
Dregs, Marauders and Vandals kept falling from the spaceship, together with Shanks and Servitors, quickly scattering around the area, followed suit by several high ranking commanders of the House of Wolves. Some minions hid themselves among the rocks, others got ready for an imminent battle reloading their weapons and sharpening their knives. The scratching noises they emitted echoed in the otherwise empty dale as the Captains barked orders to their troops.
Indrel surely didn’t have the advantage of numbers on his side, but he could work with that. He’d faced toughest enemies before, and could take these Fallen by surprise, playing smarter.
And once his mind was settled, nothing could stop him. Not even his voice of reason, that was his Ghost.
The latter’s sole eye comically widened when he caught a sly smirk curling up his features.
Solar energy already singing in his veins, the warlock let it flow beneath his skin, swirl under his fingertips. His heart was drumming in his ears, erratically, in excitement.
“Indrel.” Nox called him as he gave his Guardian a hard nodge on his temple. He couldn’t really be thinking about doing something as stupid as-
Apparently, he could.
Because the awoken suddenly dashed from behind the crumbling bus stop to his left, aiming for the car wrecks.
“Indrel, wait!” the Ghost yelled in a whisper, then grunted clearly flustered when his Guardian didn’t wait for him. He vanished in a blur of blue just to pop out once again above Indrel’s shoulder.
That reckless motion caused the Fallen to whip their heads simultaneously in his direction, and it didn’t take long before the first shots roared in the air, along with battle cries and screeching noises.
Indrel dodged every bullet, to Nox's incredulity, as he ran to the highest spot, then crouched down behind a car and finished preparing a Fusion Grenade.
The bullets met the rusted frames like a tinkling cascade while Indrel took a deep breath, Nox swaying anxiously next to him. Then, he snapped to his feet, turned to his right and started running towards the enemies.
But as he was about to leap, his foot bumped into… something. Something solid and metallic. And in his way.
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Buck/Glaz :)
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you the first 5 things that come to mind when I think about it
First one and it’s a challenge, let’s go! I want to apologize in advance if it’s probably more friendship-y than properly shippy overall, I tried but I can’t really see any of the Spetsnaz with any of the Canadians 😅
1) Having them on the same room means either long silences of witty banter and jokes. Buck was surprised to discover that side of Glaz, since the sniper usually gives off the impression at first of being quiet and cold/detacheted. Glaz replied people underestimate him constantly, and the smirk coupled with how he intently stares at people while sketching in that notebook of his made for a slightly unsettling answer.
2) Shooting competitions. Buck is a decent marksman, but Glaz always wins and he likes to show off. The Canadian is determined to win even if it’s only once, but he’s beginning to accept that unless he resorts to some sort of trick or cheating, his chances are slim. At least he’s still the undisputed champion of snowball fights, and he’ll admit feeling a surge of satisfaction whenever a plump ball of snow hits the sniper square in the face.
3) Glaz is the only of the Russians who attempts to improve the relationship between the Spetsnaz and the JTF2, and he renews his efforts after getting closer to Buck. On his part, Buck tries to help him and even made an effort in getting to know the other Russians as well. The results are not as bad nor uncomfortable as he thought it would be, even if the rest of the Spetsnaz seem to distrust him. The tension between both CTUs is still present, but lesser than it used to be.
4) Being close to Glaz means being asked to pose for him. Buck still finds a little unnerving how the sniper’s focused gaze will asses him while drawing, but he’s learnt there’s a lot of warmth beneath the sharpness. Glaz will often gift him the portraits and sketches of him he’s done, and Buck even sent one of the cleanest portraits to his mom. She loved it. When he relayed her praise to Glaz, he saw a rare occurrence: Glaz blushed.
5) While everyone in Rainbow trains hard, watching the Spetsnaz spar made Buck think they were trying to kill each other for real. Sometimes he has a bit of trouble remembering Glaz is as deadly as they come, whether he has a weapon in his hands or not. The same hands that are so talented when drawing/painting too, and cooking as well. It makes Buck wonder at what else those hands can excel in. And maybe Buck has a competence kink
21, castle/doc :)
21.) which character is the best liar? worst?
Oh man, they are both extremely good liars. But they never lie to eachother, they can both easily pick up on it. Castle has a killer poker face when he’s lying to convince Blackbeard that he really does own a casino in Las Vegas or Warden that he’s also best friends with the president, of Mexico. But between them, Castle did manage to lie to Doc about where he was going for a full week to pick out their wedding rings and Doc was none the wiser.
I've never really talked about my Siege OCs too much because I haven't fully developed them yet, but I thought this might be fun! In her free time, she enjoys playing cards games with the other ops and will tell long-winded stories to distract the others. The SAS bois can see right through her, though
Clever girl.
When Skylar has free time, she’s usually with Tachanka. She’ll work on her art while he works on his LMG and they’ll just talk about anything and everything. Or she’ll work on her art with either Glaz or Ela since they’re artist too. Depending if Tachanka is busy or not. And sometimes she’ll even play poker with the rest of her CTU (FBI) and Glaz or the Spetsnaz.
Please give me and @jes-jones some credit for this headcanon thanks
make yourself with this picrew and tag some friends! (tagged by @sovahunter 💖)
Winter vs Summer
Thanks dude! It was fun, I love doing these 😻💖 I'm gonna tag @missaristocrat, @penvelynn, @jes-jones, @xeonkhan, @batbrucewaynes, @astraldrake, @asvidema and whoever wants to do it uwu
what's your AO3? :o I'd love to read your fics
Aaahwww, thanks! 💖 it's NocturnalMe
