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Cobra Memo (Humor, Cobra Commander)
To: COBRA Personnel
From: The COBRA COMMANDER
Re: Gender Equality in the Elite Crimson Guard
Over the past several months COBRA has received many inquiries regarding the possibility of "female inclusion" in the elite Crimson Guard. At this time, the official position of COBRA is that such rank is reserved for our male members.
Due to certain requirements, which must be withheld due to the sensitive nature of the Crimson Guard, female applicants will not be considered. But even outside of these restrictions, much demand is placed on each CG candidate, and more on the approved Guardsman: from the invasive and intense initial assessment, to the grueling training process, and even the initiation itself. Female biology, while not considered by COBRA to be any sort of detractment, might never-the-less interfere with the lifestyle expected of the CG, who are exempt from leave save limited LOAs granted by the Commander himself. It would be unfair to expect our female service m
Not Forgotten (Boba Fett, drabble)Republics and Empires rise and fall. Trillions of lives are born and extinguished, and this was the case for a galaxy isolated from the universe, which gave birth to its greatest civilizations a long time ago. The Chroniclers immortalized the people and events of this galaxy in their library, on metal tablets bound into books with strong rings. On these hard pages they engraved the words and deeds of the great individuals of the past.
Many books were only one page. Even the greatest of heroes, so lost to the ages, would have found their own legacies in only a page or two. One volume was only technically a single slab: the words took up half that, and an ancient emblem, that of the skull of the extinct Mythosaur, had been engraved beneath the words. The context and extended meaning, if there were any further truth beyond the literal interpretation, had died with its subject. This was a book rarely read, but those who studied it found the words of a simple, practical man.
This is t
A mostly quiet birthHer nurses' uniform had grown tight over the last nine months, but somehow she'd managed to squeeze her girth into the white dress. She stood at the emergency room counter, watching as a woman about her size was wheeled in, hissing and panting. It was obvious the woman was in labour, her partner panicking beyond belief as he followed along beside her.
"My wife's about to give birth!" he practically screamed at the nurse, causing her to flinch and touch her ears subtly. Lately, loud noises had been incredibly piercing. She felt a flutter in her belly and rubbed the round mass, easing her own unborn child. Clearly the baby didn't like the noise either.
Calmly, she handed the man a clipboard and told him to fill in the forms attached, then went back to her pacing. Her back was aching, but she couldn't stand to sit down. Even standing still was unbearable. So she paced behind the counter, idly putting away pieces of paper and files as she saw them.
Another cramp seized her mid section, but
Ticci Toby x Reader- Waffles and Kisses
You sat on a sofa in Slenderman Manor, drowning in boredom. A countless number of manga comics lay splayed out on the coffee table infront of you and an empty box from pizza express lay on the floor with an (f/d) bottle next to it. You glanced around the room lazily, looking for someone to hang out with or bug the hell out of. Unluckily, EVERYONE had gone out to go do some killing today. So that left only you, the sofa and a box of anime in the large Manor you called ‘home’.
“Hey Masky, hey Masky, hey Masky! Masky, I know you can hear me!” You turned you head around to spot Ticci Toby, Hoody and Masky walking past the living room in which you lay in. They had finally come back from hunting!
“TOBY, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” You yelled out and scrambled off the leather sofa, just to have Toby throw you back onto it as he charged at you.
“(Y/N)! I missed you!” Toby yelled out and
Protective--Belarus x Blind!Male!Reader
Belarus is protective of her family. Always has been. And when I say protective...I mean really protective. If you were to even THINK about hurting someone dear to her...
You'd end up in a body bag for sure. Don't take me wrong, Belarus isn't a murderous person. Not at all. She's not as cold and shallow-hearted as most people think. She's really kind and lovable once you get to know her. Sure she's a little clingy...but you'd be too if you were in her position.
So, as I was saying. Belarus is very protective. That's why you should never ever mess with her family.
Rule 1: Don't touch Russia.
Rule 2: Don't touch Ukraine.
Rule 3: Don't EVER touch (M/N).
Seriously,unless you want to be hunted down like a rat,don't touch her capital. Minsk, also known as (M/N), is dear to her. Dare I say it,maybe even dearer than her older brother.
So that's why,the man standing in front of her now,is gonna get the beat down.
Xavier's School for the Maternally Gifted "Ugh!" grumbled Kitty Pryde, also known as "Shadow Cat" from the X-Men, as she plopped herself down on the couch to rest her feet. She was feeling very and irritable lately, and to say it was understandable was an understatement. She, as well as the other women in the X-men, was about to enter their 16th month of pregnancy. Kitty, however, seemed to be a harder time than some of the others seeing as her mutant powers didn't aid her in her pregnancy much at all. She leaned back into the couch and stretched her back and arms. She stretched her legs as well, not that she could see them, but she stretched them nonetheless. She was just wearing a tank top and her stretch yoga pants, both of which were a bit too small for her. Her tank top only made it partway down her large stomach. She wasn't as large as most of the others, but on her very small frame, her stomach which appeared to be a large round watermelon, seemed quite large.
You're Beautiful, Very Dirty Louis ImagineYou stood in the bathroom, inspection your face in the mirror. You sighed. Picking up your makeup bag, you dropped it in the trash.
"Why wear makeup when I look ugly with it anyways?" you thought to yourself. A few tears rolled down your cheeks, and you started sobbing. You heard Louis coming up the stairs, and started to panic because your bathroom door had no lock. You quickly turned on the shower, climbing in, not bothering about your clothes. Louis walked in, the door creaking open.
"Y/N, you in here?"
"I'm showering," you tried to say with out your tears being evident in your voice.
"Are you ok, babe?" Louis said, his voice tinged with concern. He walked over, pulling the curtain open. You were sitting in the tub, knees pulled into your chest. He breathed in sharply and squatted down.
"Babe, your clothes..."
"I'm not good enough for you Louis," you said sharply. "Stop pretending, I know I'm just a charity case."
Louis looked at you, shocked.
"Babe, you are not a charit
Pity--Norway x Blind!Male!Reader
Tonight is pretty peaceful. The crickets chittered and sang their songs,hiding in the shrubs and plants. The birds every so often made a soft snore or a chirp inside the nests. A few hoots and trills from the owls. It was a pretty calming and relaxing night.
...except for inside one of the houses. The Nordic house,to be exact. 'Come sit down and talk' they said. 'We're going to deal with this calmly', they said. It doesn't take rocket science to know that the Nordics aren't very good at being calm.
The talk had started out pretty well,but then the stupid Dane had to remind (M/N) of his...uhm...problem. That's when things started flying. Most of them hit Denmark's face.
"How many times do I have to tell you guys,my blindness is NOT a problem?!" The young capital yelled,struggling to fight a hammer away from Sweden,but with not avail. Norway sighed,crossing his arms and furrowing his brows.
A Beautiful BirthAnother powerful contraction took hold of her the strongest one yet. She gasped at the intensity of it and breathed deeply into it, letting out a low moan as she relaxed her chin against her chest. She was leaning back against her husband in an inflatable kiddie pool of body temperature-warm water which came up to just under her naked breasts.
"That's great honey, keep it nice and low." The midwife encouraged quietly. She was kneeling just outside the pool wrapped in a sarong and ready to get into the water if she were needed. The midwife had told her she could make all the noise she wanted so long as the sounds were deep and low.
"You're doing wonderfully!" her husband whispered in her ear from behind. She was so happy to have him close to her in the warm, buoyant water. His calm strength helping her to be strong as the power of the contractions swelled.
A small picnic canopy had shaded the little p
Don't Listen to Labels--Spain x Child!Male!Reader
Antonio sat in the park, his back against the tree as he tied blades of grass into knots. He was tired of all the labels that were put on him. Just because he raised and cared for Romano, doesn't mean that's he's a pedophile! Sometimes he wished he could just disappear. Whether they were jokes or not, they still hurt him. He loves children! They're wonderful and delightful to be around.
Suddenly a soccer ball rolled towards him. Turning his head, he saw a small group of children. After a few moments, the youngest walked towards him. Smiling, he waved at the Spaniard, who waved back.
"H-HI! Sorry for disturbing you....but can we have the ball back?" Antonio smiled and handed the boy the ball. Giving him a quick thanks, he turned to go back to his friends. But...he paused. Looking back at Antonio, and then back at his friends, he sighed. Waving goodbye to Antonio, he went back to his friends. After the game started up again, the Spaniard decided he had better find somewhere e
The Reason why I do this EnglandxDead!Child!Reader
The Reason why I do this
Arthur Kirkland had finally finished baking and glazing a batch of scones for the world meeting. Smile on his face he packaged them up and made his way to his car. Maybe today was going to be the day someone will love the scones he made.
The Englishman pulled up to the building and brought the food into the meeting room. “Hello everyone. Hope you don’t mind but I brought scones as a sign I’m your esteemed host.” Almost everyone groaned but accepted the baked good to not be rude. However after on bite those polite countries turned downright sour.
Alfred spat out the scone and held his stomach. “Iggy! What do you put in those things! I remembered they were so good when I was small. What happened?” Francis rolled his eyes and threw his out the nearby window.
“Obviously he’s careless with his cooking. Either that or you’ve gotten slightly better taste since