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SEP: Sunsets

I wrote this based on the comic “SEP Days” that my friend @vapewraith drew - I love silly SEP and Crisis interactions between Gabriel and Jack so I loved this comic and really wanted to show how much Vape’s art and colors inspire me.

Thank you again, Vapewraith - thank you for nearly nine months of your wonderful Overwatch art!  ❤️  ❤️  ❤️


“Soldiers, line up here.”

There are tart groans and muttered whines as the SEP candidates shuffle to a stop and the group practically collapses against the walls and waist-high concrete barriers.  The exhaustion and aches are practically tangible in the air as the supersoldiers-in-training ease themselves into sitting or leaning or even lying positions - Number: 37 practically throws herself on the group even though it’s as miserably comfortable as sleeping on broken groundstone.  Number: 123 next to Gabriel rolls his shoulders, hissing every time the right one moves back too far, exactly where one of the rubber bullets had hit him earlier.  Number: 88 on the other side of Jack seats herself and then curls up into a ball, pulling the drawstrings on her hood to shut the world into what Jack assumes is blissful darkness.

They’re in one of the halls of the SEP facility - tucked away into a deep mountainside “somewhere out west,” the building is hard angles and brutal concrete and cut-steel, as soft as titanium and as gentle as the injections they get every morning and evening.  Yet even here, in “wherever’s-range,” there is still beauty: the massive windows, normally just cold, crystalline glass, are open to the sunset, bleeding colors across the land and sky, dripping into the hallway with the vibrancy of oil paints.  Reds smoke into bright, endless pinks, golds melt into bold, sunshine yellows, oranges shift into liquid amber, and at the edges of the atmosphere, velvet purples sigh into silky blues, tinting the more vivid colors and steeped clouds with the dusk of night and the emerging stars.

It’s a sight neither Gabriel nor Jack will ever get tired of -

No matter how exhausted they are.

“The doctors will see you shortly -” the SEP instructor starts to say, reappearing at the far end of the hallway, before he looks up from the papers on his clipboard and scowls at the group of crumbling supersoldiers, snapping, “Is that what you call ‘lining up?’”

“Maybe if y’all didn’t work us so damn hard,” Number: 141 growls, his voice climbing into a hoarse yell, “We’d still have the energy to fucking stand!” 

(The rest is under the cut!)

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Challenge Accepted

Fandom: Voltron

Rating: T for swearing

Characters: Lance and Keith, Hunk, Pidge, Shiro and Allura.

Summary: Another Lance sickfic. This is my challenge fic based off of a post @toosicktoocare made about the things that Keith says to sick Lance. 

You can find the post here.

A shout out to @403secret and @mypoorfaves who have betad this story and read it over and over.

Warning for cussing. That’s about it.

“What closely Paladins.”

With a sharp command from Allura, the training “dummy” materialized in front of her. Allura sunk into a stance of an Altean fighting style in which the simulation mimicked. There was a moment of complete and utter silence, the only form of movement were Allura’s pupils gliding up and down the dummy With a sudden burst of speed, the simulation shot forward, trying to land a kick on the princess’s head. The white foot bounced off of the tanned wrist and to compensate for the imbalance of its stance, the dummy drove its right fist towards her abdomen. Allura caught the fist in the palms of her hands and thrusted away from her body. The simulation stumbled backwards before charging once more towards the princess.

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Obnoxious (SFW Gabriel ReyesxReader)

The sounds of camaraderie were like music to your ears; soothing away the morning’s stresses of briefings and combat simulations. Mealtimes were the only time everyone’s schedule aligned; breakfast, lunch and dinner being the only definite time everyone could spend time together during the workweek. The United Nations had been fairly generous with the budget, so their accommodations were quite favorable. Food, living arrangements, travel, battle gear and weapons, and even day to day clothing and luxury items were all provided to those who preserved peace in the world.

Walking into the canteen, your mouth watered and stomach growled. Everything smelled absolutely delightful; the smell of spices and cooked meat and vegetables drawing you even faster into the cafeteria. While your stomach demanded you immediately satiate by getting in line and getting food, your eyes bounced around the room until you caught sight of your colleagues and friends. The Omnic Crisis had not only brought the world together, but had also created a group of inseparable friends and allies. The founder; Ana, Gabriel, Jack, Reinhardt, and Torbjorn always sat with each other, little Fareeha always following someone from the group like a little duckling.

You remembered when you had first been recruited into Overwatch, you thought you’d be intimidated by them, the stories of their feats making them seem damn near god-like. But you couldn’t have been more wrong. While they were intense, precise and deadly on the battlefield, you had never met a bigger bunch of dorks when you were off. Jack and Gabe constantly were in constant competition with one another, Ana was the ever sarcastic yet sweet instigator, you weren’t sure if sweet Reinhardt had ever used an inside voice and Torbjorn was constantly using analogies that no one but him understood. Even little Fareeha would get in on their antics, the sweetest little girl with a quick wit had learned that with a pout she could get anything she wanted. And somehow, you had managed to win the eye of Gabriel Reyes. Smiling, you practically skipped over to the table, greeting the occupants of the table as you walked by.

“Hello little duck”, you said, rustling Fareeha’s hair and earning a giggle back from the girl before gently squeezing her mother on the shoulder. The sniper was in a deep conversation with Torbjorn, the both of them going back and forth over possible improvements to her sniper rifle. You waggled your finger in a wave at them, before continuing down the table. You gave Reinhardt an affectionate slap on the back, the mountain of a German laughing before going back to his meal. Locking eyes with Gabe, a grin took over your features as you saw the two trays of roasted chicken and vegetables, one touched and one not, in front of him. He gave you a smirk, pushing his chair out and opening his arms for you. You smoothly moved into his hold, sitting down across his lap and smiling contently as he tightened his arms around your waist.

“Why thank you papi”, you hummed, dipping your head down and pressing a loving, tender kiss his soft lips. He gave a soft growl against your lips, squeezing around your hips a little tighter before nipping playfully at your bottom lip. You wiggled on his lap, giggling softly as he released your bottom lip, one of his hands sweeping over your cheek and pushing your hair behind your ear. Looking at you, an outsider might think this was the first few weeks you guys had started dating. But you were a year and a few months into the relationship; both of you pleasantly surprised that you had yet to lose the spark. There were some that wished it had at least calmed down.


Your lifted your head, turning to look up at Jack and grinning teasingly.

“Why hello there Jackie”, you hummed, turning in Gabriel’s lap and smiling sweetly at him. “Sorry for not saying hi dear!”

“Hi to you too”, he responded blandly, going back to his meal.

You genuinely liked Jack. He was a sweet, good-hearted man; warm, caring and steadfast in his convictions. But you and Gabe couldn’t deny how fun it was to tease him. Compared to you two city kids, the country boy was downright innocent. It was always fun to rustle his feathers when given the chance.

Gabe chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder, a small smirk on his lips. Jack rolled his eyes, looking back down at his meal and poking at it once or twice with a look of frustration on his face. Hunger demanded you finally start to eat your own meal, the flavorful meat and vegetables tasting delightful on your tongue. You turned into Gabriel as he went back to his own meal, you both taking turns feeding one another while joining into the table’s conversation every so often.

“I beat my old PT record”, you said with a soft laugh, opening your mouth and going to bite the roasted sweet potato Gabe offered, moving forward only to have the food pulled back. “Hey! I need food for my energy, sir!”

You laughed as Gabe offered you the food again before yanking his hand back, turning and shooting a playful glare at him. You followed twice more as he pulled the fork away before turning in his lap, your back to his chest. You stole his fork and began to eat from his plate, huffing with a fake pout.

“So Rein”, you said, purposefully ignoring Gabe’s attempts to actually feed you. “How did your hand to hand go this morning?”

“Ah Liebste”, Rein cried, proudly pounding his chest. “I showed those young ones what true fighting was! I was unstoppable! I even took pity on them and let them all come at me but none could take down this raw German power!”

He flexed dramatically, you laughing as you stuck another forkful of Gabe’s stolen lunch into your mouth, your eyes darting away as Gabe tried to feed you.

“Now I don’t think that’s quite fair habibi”, Ana stated simply, patting his shoulder endearingly. “Just last week Fareeha was able to best you. You’re not as unstoppable as you say.”

“Ah mein spatzi”, he conceded, pressing his hand to his chest, then gently dabbing at his eyes. “You’re right, little Fareeha here will be quite the fighter! I think i can live if it is her.”

You smiled as you watched the German man tease the little girl until she jumped up, prepared for another bout. She broke into a fit of laughter as Reinhardt sweeped her up into the air. Your eyes followed, warmth moving through you as you watched the pair.


Gabriel’s voice caressed your ear, the commanding tone he took sending a shiver down your spine, drawing your attention back to him.

“Don’t ignore me”, he whispered as he pulled you tighter against him. “You know I was just messing with you corazón. Now stop pouting and let me feed you.”

“Fine”, you huffed, tossing your hair over your shoulder and chomping down on the bite. He placed several kisses against your jaw, earning a flirty giggle in response.

“You you like that huh”, he asked hypothetically, nibbling along your jaw, drawing out a gasp. He placed another kiss at your pulse point, your body jumping against him, Gabe laughing lowly against your skin. You jumped as someone’s hands came down on the tables, both you and Gabe looking over at Jack, his face tinged pink up to his ears.

“Do you both have to always do”, Jack started exasperated, motioning dramatically at the both of them. “That?”

“Doing what”, Gabe asked stone-faced, placing another kiss against your neck again.

“Uh oh here they go again”, Ana said with a slight smirk, leaning forward onto her hand. Gently nudging Reinhardt, she leaned her head towards the trio at the other end of the table. “Bet Jack will fold again.”

“You are on Liebchen!”

“You know the whole kissing and and”, Jack stammered, again motioning vaguely towards you. “All that! It’s not professional! What if your subordinates see?!”

“And”,Gabe retorted, shrugging. “You really think any of them have the cajones to say shit to me?”

“I honestly would pay good money to see that”,you thought aloud, trying to imagine any of them mouthing off, especially about his relationship.

“Well it’s still unprofessional”, Jack scoffed. “All the touching and kissing…like fraternization isn’t prohibited but you two are…”

“Obnoxious”, you answered for him, a wicked smile crossing your features. You turned squeezing Gabe’s face to your chest and casting a look from the corner of your eyes. “Oh Jackie, I think I finally understand! Well don’t you worry your pretty blonde head, there is absolutely enough of Gabriel for us to share. I’m sure if you just asked, papi here would be more than happy to give you the same kind of attention! All the kisses and cuddles your heart desires! Isn’t that right, guapo?”

Gabriel snorted softly in laughter, you both turning to watching Morrison’s face grow several different shades of red, his eyes darting from you to Gabe several times before he suddenly became enthralled by the mashed potatoes on his tray.

“Offer is always open”, you practically purred, kissing Gabe once more.

supercoolbutawakardperson  asked:

Can i request (as friends) shimada bros, mccree , soldier 76 and reaper their reactions when the s/o who they thought were dead came back but with something different like they have no arm or their personality is much colder?


  • The ordeal changed you and when you return from the dead you’re no longer the person he once knew. You left something behind and now when he looks you in the eye he’s not sure who looks back

  • You speak like a stranger and when he prepares for the old routine he stumbles because it’s no longer what he remembers.

  • Neither of you knows if this can work again, if you can still be the friends you were but you have both missed this too much

  • Hanzo isn’t easy company, he knows that. After you went missing he’s become isolated without anyone to really talk to.

  • It’s hard, getting to know each other all over again and he hates it some days, remembering how long it took the first time

  • He doesn’t want to spend months breaking through your shell like you’ve once done with him, he wants the safety and comfort back and trembles at the thought that this time around he might make the same effort but the outcome still won’t be the same.

  • But day after day he keeps at it, talks to you, listens, drags you out of your room to socialise. You might be different, scarred by what happened, but you still understand each other and eventually you fall into the same easy back-and-forth that worked so well the first time.

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A Slightly Modified Valentine’s Day

Admittedly, this wasn’t really how Shepard saw hers and Kaidan’s first Valentine’s Day together. She imagined maybe going on a nice date on the Citadel, getting a fancy dinner and splitting a bottle of wine, some overly rich chocolate cake for dessert. She imagined probably going back to her cabin, or maybe a nice hotel room for the night to have some alone time, spending their night tangled up in the sheets, clothing optional. Sure, it was cliche, but she was hoping he’d buy her flowers or chocolates, and she already felt unlike herself for even wanting that.

She didn’t really picture this.

“Can you… uh… readjust the ice pack on my shoulder?” Kaidan asked, wincing in pain.

Shepard sat up and helped to move the ice pack that had fallen down his arm back to the center of his shoulder. He gave a slightly pained whimper, and shut his eyes.

“Thanks,” he said.


He paused. “Sorry we had to cancel our plans for tonight. I’m just… not in a condition to move.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s your fault.”

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Everything is ready except the east wind

Pairing: Neji x Tenten | Read Time: 6 mins.

She saw it coming, but her evasive leap was a minute too late.

The enemy successfully plunged a blade into her arm, and seconds later, her body began to descend into numbness. She may have lost her footing and fell off from the treetop where she initially positioned herself, as her view of the battlefield sharply turned ninety degrees upward to the sky, where the trees and the sunlight seemed to merge and disappear in the blinding light.

But strangely, she was clear-headed enough to know that she was going to hit the ground hard and seriously harm herself. Perhaps, she was even going to die; whether it was by falling or by poisoning, she would find out in a moment.

She landed on something solid, though she felt none of the pain associated with broken bones. Her vision was growing weaker along with her hearing so she couldn’t see whether it was because she was extremely fortunate to land on someplace safe, or that the poison had simply taken over all of her dying senses already.

Either way, she whispered to the god of fortune that spared her from pain until the very end. “Thank you.”

The next time she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at an unfamiliar white ceiling. Gone were the skies overhead and the clashing sounds of blades and kunai. Instead, the room was silent, save for the ambient sound of quiet conversations and a few coughs.

Not soon after, Rock Lee’s worried face blocked her view.

“Tenten! Tenten, how are you feeling?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat felt too parched to do anything else.

“Oh, do you want anything?” Lee looked around the room, and then grabbed his food bowl to show it to her. “Do you want a taste of my Curry of Life?”

“Get her a glass of water, Lee.”

Neji… Even if she could not see him in the room right now, she immediately knew that the curt, no-nonsense voice of reason was no other than her teammate, Hyuuga Neji.

But she didn’t want to see him right now. She was too afraid to see how disappointed he was at his partner whom he entrusted his— and everyone else’s— back to. From her prime position, she was supposed to be the first person to see the enemy forces flanking them. Yet she let them down, perhaps even causing her party needless harm.

A hot tear streaked down her cheek. One after the another, until she was finally crying unabatedly. She could hear Lee asking where she was hurt and the medic authoritatively asking everyone to step aside.

She felt a dull ache pierce her lower arm. Instantly, a feeling of tranquil ease filled her.

A sedation jutsu? 

A pair of arms swiftly caught her and gently deposited her back to bed. She closed her eyes just in time to feel a hand lightly brush away the sweaty bangs off her forehead.

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Huh. Now that’s interesting.

I’ve noticed a couple examples before when the Hulu closed captions differed slightly from the spoken lines, but I’ve never seen it be completely and totally innacurate like that before. 

Does that mean the closed captions aren’t done by someone who’s actually watched the show, then? Do they just copy and paste the dialogue from the original scripts? Maybe that means the “disintegrate into dust” thing was from an earlier draft of the script that got changed at the last minute…and it is interesting to note that Battle City is the point where 4Kids really doubled down on the censorship. (Although strangely enough, both versions of the dub line here are more intense than the original–in the sub he just says that Kaiba “programmed the Duel Disk to simulate combat damage.”)

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A list of what the imperials would consider their ultimate date night :D

tarkin: two (or one ;D) lounge chairs set up in front of the biggest window of whatever ship the two of you relax on, drinks in hand and nothing but the stars too keep you company. you talk about many things, or simply close your eyes and enjoy the quiet together.

krennic: oh my stars, a trip to corsucant. so much glorious architecture, so many places to visit. you would never get bored there, and as long as he plans his trip accordingly the two of you won’t encounter any of the…unnecessary riff-raff. 

hux: armitage is a big science nerd, so—assuming it is still standing by the rise of the new order—-a trip to kamino would be spectacular. he realizes it’s not the most romantic place, but… he’s just so excited to look at the advancements the Kaminoans have made. that glee from seeing the facility can lead to uncharacteristic splashing and playing in the rain outside. 

phasma: working as a team with you in a combat simulator, obtaining glorious victory side by side. afterwards, some much-needed massages and pampering–whether that comes from a professional or from each other, it doesn’t matter to her. she wants to show off for you, but also show you the human underneath all that shiny armor.

yularen: it’s an unattainable dream, but he’s always wanted to go to the jedi archives. what kind of wonderful books are waiting to be read in the humongous hall? it’d be quiet, too, which is what he prefers. plenty of nooks for privacy.

thrawn: a long journey into the unknown regions, away from everything you’ve ever known. he’d very much like to visit museums in already-charted territories, but returning to the distant Chiss homeworld makes for an exciting chance to discuss differences in culture (unless you’re Chiss yourself, then it’s a relaxing trip back home).

kallus: he’s always wanted to go to naboo. kallus went from corsucant to imperial academies, so he’s never had  a chance to really be in nature. just to stroll by the lakes, look at all the wildlife… if it weren’t for the gungans in the way, he’d even love to swim down to their beautiful city. definitely the ultimate romantic spot.

  • Cortez: So, you don't have a sidearm under your pilot's chair?
  • Joker: The weapons locker is on the bridge--practically right there!
  • Garrus: A weapon you can't get to is no weapon at all. When's the last time you trained with a handgun?
  • Joker: Some time before I got the ass-kicking robot as my co-pilot?
  • Garrus: That's no good. What if you have to save EDI someday?
  • Javik: Unacceptable. You should always train.
  • Wrex: You know what this is? It's a man emergency! Take this kid out back and make him do target practice!
  • Cortez: Exactly! Some range time will fix you up, right Commander?
  • Joker: You are not taking me shooting! My testosterone levels are plenty high. I fly a deadly war machine, remember?
  • Shepard: Joker, I'm surprised at you. What about the Collector attack? The bridge can be dangerous.
  • Joker: Hey they totally proved my point. If I fired off a shot then I would've been mobbed. The real weapon is your brain. Take that away you got nothing.
  • Shepard: Still would have been nice to have a little back-up at the sushi bar.
  • Cortez: You know, there's a combat simulator on the Citadel.
  • Joker: Hell no. Maybe a shooting range if we're not letting this go, maybe. But not while I'm wasted. Or hungover.
  • Wrex: Hungover is the perfect time to train. Makes you angry at every loud noise.