(Agent 8 was able to dodge the assault charges)
I got one of those google surveys about a video I've watched recently and it was on...
And I think my answers were pretty on point.
My Splatoon oc + Agent 3! Their name is Hiro and pronouns are they/them! They're a bit shy and also have trouble communicating but they still love you :)
The agents! (None of them are cishet because I said so
LANDSLIDE PART 3: A FAREWELL TO ARMS
— coming june 18th 2021
— a band of brothers fic
BURY MY INNOCENCE, excerpt
" Agent Fidel." a voice called quietly and Natia whipped around, finding there amongst the trees, Agent Mortem with his cane, limping through the forest ground, eyes downcast and focused inherently upon her and the wolf which sat idly by her side," What have I told you before?" Natia clenched her jaw, slowly bringing up a trembling hand with the pistol locked inside it facing the Agent, her finger dancing on the trigger. She wanted it to end, she wanted it to be over, the nightmares, the voices - him.
" No." she said, her voice trembling," Leave me alone." Agent Mortem chuckled, stepping in front of her, glancing towards the graves to her side and then back to her.
" Wolves are not your friend, Agent Fidel, nor are they your ally. They remain your enemy, just as anyone in this war would be. They are all your enemies. Trust leads to attachment, attachment leads to imminent pain and distracts you from your goal of surviving this war. This wolf is not worth your time." Agent Mortem said quietly, his voice firm, yet barely above a whisper and made her insides boil. Natia barely flinched and instead shoved the muzzle of her pistol right into his side, staring right up at him, her gaze dark, her senses alert and her anger building.
" You don't get to decide how I plot my battles, how I wage my wars, you don't get to think you control me, every little insignificant bit of me - you don't get that." she spat, as something broke behind Agent Mortem's eyes, like the edges were melting. Just to see him squirm, she shoved the muzzle harder.
" Now leave me alone." she snapped quietly, her voice low - no need to get loud when it was already loud enough for the tension between mentor and protégé building.
" Wolves are supposed to be left untamed." Agent Mortem said, voice barely above a whisper, his gaze doting," And it seems the same goes for you."
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SONGS FOR PART (featured)
Natia Filipska/Agent Mortem
A Farewell to Arms
I like to think this is how octo expansion started,
[ID: three pictures, all drawn poorly in pen. The first is agent 3 and captain cuttlefish standing in the background, with agent 8 standing in the foreground, shrugging. Text points to 8 that reads “literally just hanging out”. The second is a closeup if captain cuttlefish. He is saying “agent 3 I want that TWINK OBLITERATED”. The third is a closeup of agent 3, looking exhausted and defeated. They say “... sure thing boss”. Text points to them that says “hasn’t slept in 3 days. End ID]
Really glad to see that there are Jack Thompson fans out there and this edit which I found on youtube isn't years old...
this whole mobius simp thing has reminded me of my crush on jedediah from night at the museum. so it turns out i've just had a crush on owen wilson this whole damn time
take comfort in the fall, in everything I gave you thank you, thank you all!
i never quite forgave you.
Agent Washington opened his eyes reluctantly. He was perfectly aware of where he was, who he was with and their lack of clothing. What he couldn't figure out was how he had let things escalate so quickly last evening.
Everyone was going stir crazy, Wash was no exception. Carolina and Epsilon were gone without a word. Everyone else was stuck on an alien planet with no solid plan to get help or find a way off of it. And, of course, the Reds still insisted they were at war with the Blues and had to set up a separate base.
Maybe that was a good thing. Tucker and Caboose were more than enough to take care of. Which was why Wash's armored boots stomped loudly around the canyon. He had told them he needed to take a walk. Though he was fairly sure he looked like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum as he paced aimlessly.
He turned to see Simmons walking towards him. "Yes?" Wash gritted out harsher than he intended.
Simmons hesitated, "I… um, don't want to tell you what to do. But, maybe you could do whatever you're doing away from Red base?"
"Are you trying to tell me that I can't go for a walk?"
"No. Just away from Red base?" When Wash didn't respond, he added, "Sarge thinks you are getting ready to attack us."
"I don't give a fuck what he thinks! I needed space from Caboose and Tucker!"
"Yeah, I get that. Sarge doesn't."
Wash huffed, "If he has a problem with me, he can try to do something about it."
Simmons nodded, "Sorry, just trying to keep the peace."
Wash stormed away, mood worse than when he left Blue base.
"What are you planning, you dirty Blue?" Sarge bounced the barrel of his shotgun in his hand.
Wash had decided he would confront Sarge and had walked right into Red base. "Absolutely nothing."
"Hm. Lies as usual."
"What is wrong with you? I needed some time alone. I was sick of hearing bickering all day. Why would I plan to attack you and openly flaunt recon?"
Sarge shrugged, "I would."
Wash laughed, "Yeah. I'm sure you would. But, me? Not a chance."
"You're tricky. Never know what a Blue like you is plotting."
Wash wanted to scream. "I would gain nothing by attacking you!"
"Of course you would. You would be on the offense if you attacked first!"
Wash suddenly regretted confronting him. This wasn't going to be resolved. "I'm not arguing with you anymore. I just came over here to say I'm not attacking you or your men. I don't care if you don't believe me. But, if you want a fight, I'd be happy to burn off some steam."
Wash turned and left, unwilling to engage any further.
Over the next couple of hours, Wash slowly cooled off and collected himself. Tucker had gone to take a nap and Caboose was entertaining himself with a puzzle he had found in the wreckage. Wash was able to straighten up and inventory part of what was salvageable.
He was in front of Blue base sorting some antenna cables when he heard footsteps. He didn't need to turn to know who they belonged to. "Why are you here?"
"You challenged me to a fight," Sarge said.
Wash shook his head. "No, I did not."
"You certainly did. Guess you're afraid now that you've had some time to think about it."
Wash turned to face him fully, "Seriously? I'm here trying to figure out how to survive this disaster and hopefully get help. And you? You are making every fucking thing difficult."
"Calling in some more Blues, eh?"
"Are you going to twist everything I say and do to make me look like I'm the enemy?"
"You are the enemy," Sarge said.
"Why am I the enemy?"
Sarge scoffed, "You're Blue."
"No, I really am not. I am an ex-Freelancer. We were not divided by Red and Blue. I never joined the Red army. I never joined the Blue army. I am not your enemy."
"Even if all that's true, you consort with them. By choice."
"I'm trying to get everyone off this rock and you just have to create some made up problem!" Wash threw his hands up in frustration.
Sarge chuckled. Wash took a few fast steps towards Sarge and grabbed him by his chest armor, "What is funny?"
"You are. Like playing innocent will work on me!"
"You are so damn frustrating." He pushed Sarge away and let go of his armor.
Sarge stumbled backwards a couple steps and lunged towards him, "You son of a-"
Wash quickly disarmed Sarge and tossed his shotgun to the side. After a few fast moves, he had Sarge pinned against the crashed ship. In a low, dangerous voice he said, "If I wanted to hurt you, I could. I wouldn't drag it out and try to convince you otherwise. I have better things to do."
"Isn't that exactly what you'd say if you were trying to drag it out?"
"And how would I exactly prove to you I'm not your enemy?" It took every last drop of willpower not to headbutt the man he had pinned against the ship.
"That would be your burden to prove." He could hear the amusement in Sarge's voice.
"Would you just shut up!" He pressed Sarge harder against the unforgiving surface.
Wash realized that was a challenge. An excuse to get into a scuffle. To prove they really were enemies. Maybe his brain was short-circuiting from Sarge's babble. Maybe he was just too stressed from trying to keep everyone safe and happy. Or maybe he really just wanted to blow off some steam. Either way, he was done thinking about anything.
"I'd be happy to."
He moved his hands behind Sarge's neck and released the seal to his helmet. He pulled it off and tossed it aside before doing the same to his own. Sarge searched his face for an answer, he almost looked puzzled. His hair was short and charcoal grey. Several scars littered his face, including one on his upper lip that hadn't quite healed right. Why had he taken their helmets off? Maybe to try and show Sarge he was sincere.
"Ah! A staring contest!" Sarge finally decided that was the reason their helmets were discarded, "An honorable test of will!"
He glanced up from Sarge's mouth just briefly before leaning in and closing his eyes.
"You lost alr-" Sarge was cut off as he pressed their lips together. Wash kissed him softly, Sarge was unmoving against him. Wash pulled back, amused at the shocked expression. Sarge started to try and say something but nothing came out.
Wash's lips twitched up in amusement, "You didn't even kiss me back."
Sarge's thoughts finally caught up to what was happening. He all but lunged at Wash, eagerly kissing him. Wash couldn't help but smile as their lips met.
Wash realized there was no way of getting out of bed without waking Sarge up. They were on their sides facing each other, with Sarge's arm and leg draped over him.
"You up, finally?" Sarge yawned.
He tried to not act surprised at his companion being awake, "Uh, yeah."
"Not how I imagined last night was going to go."
Wash felt his cheeks burn, after all he had initiated it. "Kind of caught myself by surprise."
Sarge chuckled and pulled him closer. He allowed it and relished the soft comfort, something he hadn't had the opportunity to enjoy in ages.
"Am I still your enemy?"
Sarge kissed his forehead, "Might be hard to explain if anyone went outside."
Puzzled, he asked, "Why?"
"Think we left our helmets outside."
metros and airports are the coolest places on earth, architecturally
He gets a text from Adaine that morning: Other BKs are taking bets about you and Fabian’s relationship. It is all very high school, and they have excluded me from the pool for being the oracle despite my insistence that my powers Do Not Work Like That.
And then, shortly after that: Gilear’s agreed to bet for me with no cut, and I have no qualms about cheating. If you keep me in the loop, I’ll split it 50/50.
[Agent 8 and agent 3 demon soul, Agent 3 is struggling]
Agent 3: I can't do this!!!
Agent 3: My hand are all slepery on this controler!
Agent 8: Wash yourself more often
Agent 3: W...what?
Agent 8: You hear me right.
happy pride month from your local lesbians!!