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[anonomi]

Everytime I see sniperspy, it's usually opposite teams, which is lovely but I also believe in same team sniperspy, because of this match I had while playing Sniper on Thunder Mountain. I was using the bullshit countries away sightline by the BLU spawn on the first stage, the one on the rocks. I can't see shit but I feel like every sniper needs to use a bullshit spot at least once in their life so I'm sticking to it. Though I can't hit shit. Anyway I hear a spy decloak behind me and I turn, ready to throw hands.

But the only spy there is my team's, and he's busy running to the fight. I feel like he glances at me a bit, but he's gone before I can think about it.

I feel silly but I figure he's just testing his cloak, because I don't hallucinate decloaks, not yet anyway. A few minutes later, and there it is again. Someone decloaks behind me. This time I turn and there is my spy, but he's acting very suspicious. Has a mask on and everything. I run over to rip him up, and he starts dancing around, dodging me and feinting. We're jumping around for at least a minute before I run right into and through him.

It's my fucking spy. I've been juggling around for the past minute with my own spy.

He realizes the jig is up and he looks at me for a long moment, probably laughing at me behind his impassive face, before he's running off to fight again.

I go back to sniping, feeling horribly embarrassed. I move around and eventually get caught by a scout. After coming out of spawn, I go to stand on the rocks again to check things out. Can you guess what happens next?

I hear a decloak behind me and I'm sure this time this is the enemy spy. It has to be. No way my spy would still be screwing with me this deep into the match. I turn, and yep, there's a spy, wearing a mask and everything. Knife at the ready, I take a few steps forward.. before I just stop.

I stare at this spy. He stares at me. I look at him for a looong moment before I grab my rifle back and turn around. He comes up to my side and I tense, because shit maybe it is actually the enemy spy, but the stab he hits to my side bounces right off.

My team's spy looks at me, opens up VC and chuckles, before telling me in this smooth, soft little voice, "Sniper you should move up. You're not gonna hit anybody from here."

And he runs off again. Bastard.

[nomiliy]

Steve faces some hard truths about being a fabled Lord in the wake of death. Eric reveals unsettling aspects of his devotion to the Vampaneze. And Darren is caught in a battle for Steve's humanity. On their own, Steve and Darren have to make difficult choices about Eric for their survival.

I’m alive, I just went through a whole lot of shit. Have the latest chapter of my starren fanfic a whole year later 🙃

Op, and Merry Christmas!

[xxchaoticdreamerxx]

Unplanned Parenthood

“I’m a mum!” The words hit him like a tonne of bricks and he stared at her unable to respond. His thoughts and imagination ran wild, where would they live for a start, there certainly wasn’t room in his apartment for the three of them. Would they have to move, oh god how was he going to break the news to his sister and his Gran? They’d only been dating three months, they had been careful!

She laughed at him and walked over to him, that sashaying walk and mischievous twinkle in her eye that attracted him to her in the first place. “Aren’t they cute?” She asking showing him the tray she was holding, “This one’s called Yukio, someone gave him all the pies.” She grinned at him. “I’m a plant mum now!”

Inspiration for the week: Mothers

Characters/Pairing: Rankigu Matsumoto/Toshiro Hitsugaya

It’s the end of HitsuMatsu week on @theseireitei Discord Server and I want to gift one last piece. To all the parents out there (plants or otherwise) have a great day!

[xxphoenixdownxx]

Stone Faced

Perhaps Ignis had had a little too much to drink, perhaps combining it with the heat from the hot springs and then walking back in the cold air had been too much. Perhaps everything combined together and the whole bottle of wine he’d had, without any food to soak it up, had gone straight to his head.

“You’re cute,” he mumbled into Gladio’s side.

“Am I?”

“Yes, but don’t tell my boyfriend I said that, he’s a shield you know, he could quite easily knock you out...” he glanced up at the said boyfriend. “Or knock you over... you’re strong...”

“And you’re drunk.”

“No, I’m merry.” Ignis said determinedly, "and if I’m Merry then you are Pippin!” he chuckled at his joke and Gladio just smiled fondly and patted him on his head, fingers carding through his hair as they walked. “You look like my boyfriend...” Ignis muttered, head buried in Gladio’s shoulder again.

“Must be a handsome guy,” Gladio hummed, shifting his bag. Supporting Ignis and carrying their picnic bag was causing him a little discomfort, especially since he wasn’t exactly sober himself.

“Oh yes, he is,” Ignis beamed and pushed away from Gladio in excitement. He spun around so he could face Gladio and walk at the same time. “He has brown hair, like yours and deep honey eyes that are like being encased in amber... you know those fossils that house old bugs, like that one they found in Niflheim that literally has a huge Solider Wasp in it. Anyway, his eyes are like your eyes. And he has a scar running over his eye that he got for being brave... oh he was so brave there was this dangerous man who wanted to hurt our friend and my boyfriend - although he wasn’t my boyfriend at the time - stepped in to protect our friend and he was so heroic. How did you get your scar?” He held out his hand in an attempt to touch the scar that marred Gladio’s face, only with him walking backwards down a hill, and slightly inebriated as he were, he wasn't the most stable on his feet. As proven when his foot caught on a rock and he tumbled gracefully to the ground. “Oh,” he muttered. “Ow”

Gladio glanced down at him, slow to register what was going on. He placed the picnic bag on the grass and crouched down next to him. “You okay?”

“Yeah...” Ignis shrugged and looked around for the culprit to his trip. “Just fell over this blasted rock. How rude of it.”

Gladio opened the bag and rooted inside, bringing forth a first aid kit. “Let’s take your shoe off...”

Ignis didn’t take any notice of him and allowed Gladio to remove his shoe and sock to see his ankle. Instead, he glared at the rock. “You can’t just lie there, thinking you own the place you know,” he admonished and Gladio smirked. “Who do you think you are? Some sort of rock star? Well, you think you can take me for granite, but mark my words, mister, I will be talking to your parents. Don’t you boulder-dash me, you got yourself into this schist, so you can dig yourself out of it.  No, there’s no point gravelling at my feet, I’m usually a down to earth kinda guy, but there’s no point denying the fact that I am extremely disappointed in you.”

By this point, Gladio had finished inspecting Ignis’ ankle, determined it to be lightly sprained, cracked a potion over it and wrapped it in a compression bandage just to be on the safe side.

“Iggy?”

“Not now I’m giving this geode a solid talking to.”

“Iggy it’s a rock.”

“Yes and a very stone-face talking to, it is getting.”

Written for @gladnis2018 day 2 prompt “Absolutely Drunk.” But also special thanks to @tsunderegrumbling as the premise of this fic actually started as an RP plan about three months ago, so thanks for rolling with it and laughing at the then one pun I had put into the plan. Hope you like the others.

[beauty-brains-and-batarangs]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

jeanmarco | 14k | rated M because the ancient Romans were DICKS and had some wonky understandings of how sex works | fluff and angst set in Rome ca. 64 CE

Marco is the son of a Roman Senator, living life according to the very strict expectations set out for him. On his one day of freedom, Marco finds himself caught in the cross-hairs of disaster, only to be rescued by a penniless metallurgist named Jean. Jean shows the Senator's son a life of freedom he's never known, but freedom comes at a price, as the two are soon to find out.

The Ancient Rome AU I never thought I'd be writing but am actually really thrilled about for @approaching-asymmetry

this was so much fun to write thank you for giving me all this freedom and FINALLY LETTING ME PUT MY DEGREE IN LATIN TO USE I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY FOR AGES 

[anonomi]

One of my favourite tf2 gameplay facts is that in competitive Spy's role is to make callouts and relay information to the team. Things like how much uber the enemy med has, how much hp, is the enemy team pushing in or not. He is basically Scout and never shuts up in the coms about the state of the game.

And for a comp Sniper, it is very important for him to know the state of the game. Because it tells him whether he should stay or go, if his team is pushing or falling back. It lets him know if the enemy spy or sniper is alive, if he should risk killing the medic or getting killed. To know this, he pays close attention to coms, especially to his Spy's.

So in competitive, a sniper and a spy work very well together, because Spy talks and Sniper listens. I even remember it being mentioned in a video that as a sniper your spy is your best friend! So it's canon, gameplay wise, that Sniper and Spy rely on each other and have a good relationship. Sniper is far away from the team but is always listening, especially to Spy.

[anonomi]

WHAT apparently the aro/ace tags are trending due to exclusionist bs!? I am seeing things like "hetero-aces/aros don't belong in our community" or "cishet ace/aro men dont belong"--

Look. It does not matter if you are heteroromantic or heterosexual, if you are a man, a woman, anything in-between, both, anything outside entirely, if you identify only with being ace while being heteroromantic, or only aro but heterosexual, or both or oriented or angled, you are ACE, you are ARO, you are valid and you have a place in the community as any body else. We are connected by our experiences regardless of origin and don't let anybody tell you you don't deserve to feel comfortable or be in this community just because you don't fit some worthless critera. Straight As are still As.

There is a reason we call it a spectrum, because it is diverse and there is nothing else quite like being this. It is unfathomable that this was ever a question.

[anonomi]

I do not get the dodginess around same class ships.. like have you ever seen your enemy counterpart on the other team? You ever look at another sniper through your scope? See him mirror your flinch and scramble to get out of the sightline? You ever try fighting another spy? Wordlessly, silently agree with him to keep the guns off and stick to knives while you try to backstab each other? You ever see an engineer? Think to yourself, damn that's one bullshit spot but I've been there, I know what makes it fall apart. You ever see the enemy medic hiding behind his teammates and you know exactly what he is going through, what's running through his mind? You see the enemy soldier and you want to tear him to shreds, see which of you is the better soldier? You ever fight another scout? There's nothing like it.

Like, there is no relationship or rivalry that elicits the same experience like same class. There's level of recognition and physical reflection, that's just as intimate as it is maddening. All these people and explosions and crazy shit, and your double always stands out and in the flicker of a second you know what it's like.

Doesn't even have to be counterparts, it can be teammates. Have you ever helped an engineer upgrade his buildings? Walk out of spawn and see your level 3 is still up and running by his hands? You ever top off your main medic to keep him safe as he waits for the right moment to pop his uber, zeroing on him through all the chaos? You ever stand next to another demo and stickybomb a nest with him? You ever fight over kills with the other sniper? You stand by the other soldier while he blows his trumpet and the two of you fight for your lives deep in enemy lines?

There's nothing else like it!! Idk but I go crazy for this shit. Idc if they are clones or suspiciously similar looking people. I. Go. Crazy.