#<- hes technicially there

[dreams-of-rainfall]

plushie photo dump

[pinkiemachine]

I am still waiting, Hishe…

Kal: Bruce, there you are — what in the world?

Bruce: Hey Kal.

Kal: Who are all these kids?!

Bruce: My Bat Family. I’m a dad now.

Kal: Since when?!

Bruce: Since 1940. Try to keep up.

Kal: I thought it was just the one! Hi, Nightwing.

Dick: Hi Superman! Yeah, I have siblings now.

Kal: And how’s that working out?

Dick: Most of us have died at least once.

Kal: …What?

Bruce: Hey Kal, check it out. This one’s super smart, and we have matching coffee mugs.

Tim: :)

Bruce: This one…

Cass: …

Bruce: Actually, this one scares me. And this one glows in the dark! Heheh!

Duke: :D

Kal: I can see that…

Damian: Father, I’m hungry. When are we having dinner?

Bruce: How many criminals have you caught today?

Damian: *holds up three villains* Is this sufficient?

Bruce: Eh, it’s good enough. Here. *tosses him a tofu hotdog, like just the dog part* Keep working on it. Three more and you get the bun.

Kal: *horrified silence*

Dick: Hmph! When I was Robin, I could catch at least five criminals before dinner.

Tim: Oh my gosh, Dick, no one cares!

Jason: No one cares about anything in this stinkin’ family. Where were you all when I died, huh?!

Everyone: *groan*

Damian: Quit being such a drama queen, Todd! It’s not like losing your life is the end of the world!

Tim: Yeah!

Damian: You shut up. The only thing you’ve ever lost is your spleen.

Duke: And his parents.

Everyone except Damian: *parental trauma* AH!

Bruce: I told you never to mention that!

Kal: I can’t believe what I’m watching… Does Alfred know about this?!

Bruce: Yeah, totally, he’s cool with it.

Kal: *narrowing his eyes* I have a very hard time believing that.

Bruce: Well, he works for me, so shut up.

Kal: What about Catwoman?! Does Catwoman know about this?!

Bruce: *nervous* Um… well…

Damian: *suspicious* Who’s Catwoman?

Bruce: *very nervous* No one.

Dick: Oh, he is so dating Catwoman!

Tim: Why didn’t you tell us?!

Jason: What if we don’t want a step-mom, huh?!

Bruce: Woah, hold on now —

Duke: Look, you’re upsetting Batgirl!

Cass: …

Bruce: Alright, that’s enough! We’re not gonna talk about this anymore! Because —

Everyone: *annoyed* — you’re Batman!

Bruce: No! Because I said so! …And also, yes, because I’m Batman! Cause Batman says so!

Kal: *smirking* More like because you’re Bat-Dad.

Bruce: >:(

Kal: And hey, where’s Barbara? I thought she was Batgirl?

Bruce: *nervous* She was…

Kal: …Bruce, what did you do?

Dick: Oh, don’t worry, Superman, Barbara’s fine.

Kal: Oh, thank goodness.

Jason: She’s just paralysed from the waste down.

Kal: Bruce!

Bruce: It wasn’t my fault! She’s not even technicially my kid!

Kal: Bruce…

Bruce: Oh, don’t you “Bruce” me. I’ll “Bruce” you… “Bruce” you in the face.

Kal: Okay, that’s it, you are not allowed to find any more sidekicks starting right now!

Bruce: *holding up Harper* What about this one?

Kal: No!

Bruce: *holding up Spoiler* This one still has a parent — I can just be a mentor.

Kal: No!

Bruce: Well, gee, Kal, what am I supposed to do with all the orphans in Gotham, then, huh?!

Kal: Do you hear yourself right now?

Bruce: I have a system, Kal!

Kal: That’s it! There’s only way to solve this!

*Superman grabs Batman, and they fly off*

*Batman then appears on the couch in Therapist Harley Quinn’s office from the new Batman animated show*

Harley: Alright, why don’t you start by telling me about your childhood.

Batman: *leans over* Do I have a story for you.

[w98pops]

my not so new fallout ocs!!! yuppieee

the girl's name is june, she's a radio operator and sort of an apprentice to ronald curtis. she's very cheerful and kind, but does her job very well. june never actually been to an actual active warzone, she joined maccaran just a year before the second battle for hoover dam and in this short time made a name for herself as an excellent technicial and an amazing person who can always raise the spirits of men, even in the darkest of times :)

thomas, on the other hand, is a wreck. he joined the ncr at the age of 17 and been tirelessly serving the cause ever since. he's an amazing commander, great soldier and a wonderful father. all in all, after openly criticising general lee's war tactics, the bitter springs and the boulder city bombing (where he lost his daughter) major williams was gently displaced, honorably discharged and put in a "military advisor" position with the worst wage possible. it didn't help the fact that rumors starting to spead about thomas' little brother being a high rank legionary so yeah! also no healthcare, the prosthetics were made by his sister, a follower of the apocalypse. he resides in maccaran as of now, with no money to afford himself living quarters, being the black sheep and burden to most people in camp. except his old friend james hsu and an impressionable young woman june slivovitz.

tune in for some wacky new vegas adventures with a traumatised old guy and a silly hyperactive girl. im here all week

[rosemary-rothlorein]

Victor Hugo: not relevant but there is an urgent need for a close-up shot of Enjolras.

Text was copied and pasted from wikisource.

3.4.1, introduction paragraph

Woe to the love-affair which should have risked itself beside him! If any grisette of the Place Cambrai or the Rue Saint-Jean-de-Beauvais, seeing that face of a youth escaped from college, that page's mien, those long, golden lashes, those blue eyes, that hair billowing in the wind, those rosy cheeks, those fresh lips, those exquisite teeth, had conceived an appetite for that complete aurora, and had tried her beauty on Enjolras…

Poor Enj, walks on the street and gets harassed by random passers-by.

Also Victor Hugo, next paragraph: now let’s talk about Combeferre, “He was less lofty, but broader. That’s all. Thank you.”

Enjolras, the believer, disdained this sceptic; and, a sober man himself, scorned this drunkard. He accorded him a little lofty pity. Grantaire was an unaccepted Pylades. Always harshly treated by Enjolras, roughly repulsed, rejected yet ever returning to the charge, he said of Enjolras: "What fine marble!"

Grantaire, are you sure you are there for Enjolras’s faith and (chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid) nature NOT FOR HIS FACE???

3.4.5, Combeferre’s être-libre big show

Enjolras, whose blue eye was not fixed on anyone, and who seemed to be gazing at space, replied, without glancing at Marius:

Thanks, Victor, for reminding us of something you said four chapters ago.

4.12.3, basically Grantaire’s love confession

Enjolras, who was standing on the crest of the barricade, gun in hand, raised his beautiful, austere face. Enjolras, as the reader knows, had something of the Spartan and of the Puritan in his composition.

Maybe the reader also knows Enjolras has a beautiful and austere face.

4.12.7, Javert’s identity is discovered.

"Spy," said the handsome Enjolras, "we are judges and not assassins."

Javert: …Why?

4.12.8, Le Cabuc’s execution

Enjolras, pale, with bare neck and dishevelled hair, and his woman's face, had about him at that moment something of the antique Themis…

Victor Hugo: I know one minute ago you were not doing anything intense, merely talking to Javert, but now I need you to cosplay Themis, so please get rid of your cravat and dishevel your (beautiful, golden, shining) hair.

Enjolras: …okay.

His dilated nostrils, his downcast eyes, gave to his implacable Greek profile that expression of wrath and that expression of Chastity which, as the ancient world viewed the matter, befit Justice.

Victor Hugo: Killing in the name of justice can easily get us into endless and heated ethical debates, and the issue is further complicated by the very situation, given it is a revolution, where a judicial system has not really been established. Let’s not get into deep water but make our life easier: this is divine justice.

Le Cabuc attempted to resist, but he seemed to have been seized by a superhuman hand.

Le Cabuc: I am armed, and I am evil and impetuous enough to murder someone without a second thought. Am I not supposed to fight this schoolboy?

Victor Hugo: No. You are supposed to be shocked by his beauty. And chastity.

Le Cabuc: Is that something I can tell by LOOKING AT HIM?

Enjolras ceased. His virgin lips closed; and he remained for some time standing on the spot where he had shed blood, in marble immobility.

Marble x2.

Jean Prouvaire and Combeferre pressed each other's hands silently, and, leaning against each other in an angle of the barricade, they watched with an admiration in which there was some compassion, that grave young man, executioner and priest, composed of light, like crystal, and also of rock.

5.1.3

Enjolras reappeared. He returned from his sombre eagle flight into outer darkness. He listened for a moment to all this joy with folded arms, and one hand on his mouth. Then, fresh and rosy in the growing whiteness of the dawn, he said:

…He literally says hey guys, we are going to die now.

Victor Hugo: Yeah I know. But light technician, light on Enjolras please!

5.1.5 barricade speech.

All at once he threw back his head, his blond locks fell back like those of an angel on the sombre quadriga made of stars, they were like the mane of a startled lion in the flaming of a halo, and Enjolras cried…

How can Victor Hugo forget to highlight his revolutionary gold boy’s beauty?

Enjolras paused rather than became silent; his lips continued to move silently, as though he were talking to himself, which caused them all to gaze attentively at him, in the endeavor to hear more. There was no applause; but they whispered together for a long time. Speech being a breath, the rustling of intelligences resembles the rustling of leaves.

No virgin lip this time. Good thing that Victor is learning self-restraint (but not for long, apparently).

5.1.8 the death of sergeant of artillery

And a tear trickled slowly down Enjolras' marble cheek.

Marble x3.

Victor you are using Grantaire’s vocabulary.

5.1.23 the martyrdom of Enjolras

The audacity of a fine death always affects men. As soon as Enjolras folded his arms and accepted his end, the din of strife ceased in the room, and this chaos suddenly stilled into a sort of sepulchral solemnity. The menacing majesty of Enjolras disarmed and motionless, appeared to oppress this tumult, and this young man, haughty, bloody, and charming, who alone had not a wound, who was as indifferent as an invulnerable being, seemed, by the authority of his tranquil glance, to constrain this sinister rabble to kill him respectfully. His beauty, at that moment augmented by his pride, was resplendent, and he was fresh and rosy after the fearful four and twenty hours which had just elapsed, as though he could no more be fatigued than wounded.

(The most obvious evidence that this guy is divine. Human biology DOES NOT work in this way.)

It was of him, possibly, that a witness spoke afterwards, before the council of war: "There was an insurgent whom I heard called Apollo."

Were you at the barricade for the revolution or for something (someone) else???

A National Guardsman who had taken aim at Enjolras, lowered his gun, saying: "It seems to me that I am about to shoot a flower."

Le Cabuc symptom: brain stops functioning properly at the sight of Enjolras’s beauty.

Noise does not rouse a drunken man; silence awakens him. The fall of everything around him only augmented Grantaire's prostration; the crumbling of all things was his lullaby. The sort of halt which the tumult underwent in the presence of Enjolras was a shock to this heavy slumber. It had the effect of a carriage going at full speed, which suddenly comes to a dead stop. The persons dozing within it wake up.

Now we have music fading into a suffocating silence, light focuses on Enjolras, twelve guns arranged in a way according to the rules of one-point perspective. Your turn Grantaire!

[genevawrenn]

My headcanons I use within my writing from DSMP, QSMP and beyond;

Dream SMP: -Emerald earrings are given to those blessed by the Death Goddess, which includes; c!Techno, c!Philza, c!Niki, c!Ranboo, c!Eret, c!Foolish, c!Wilbur and c!Tommy -c!Techno, c!Philza, c!Eret, c!Foolish are ageless beings who can travel across the Realms -c!Philza uses his crows to send messages across the servers and dimensions -c!Techno and c!Phil can force their will upon Wither creatures to somewhat guide their decisions, they are still rather unruly beings -c!Techno's hound army is made up of the souls of those he and Phil defeated in battle -c!Techno can summon them at any time to do his bidding -c!Techno and c!Phil can make the conscious decision to leave a realm when they feel they have accomplished enough -c!Phil wears a braid that now has seven beads around the end in my QSMP tellings; Rose pink (Techno), daffodil yellow (Wilbur), leaf green (himself), blood red (Tommy), indigo purple (Ranboo), caramel brown (Niki), ocean blue (Chayanne) and gold (Tallulah) -c! and q!Phil suffered from injuries that greatly reduced his ability to fly for long periods of time, in some of my tellings he loses one or both wings all together depending on the canon the story decides while I write it -c!Eret is also known as Themis, where c!Foolish is their Undying Totem -c!Eret is blind from the long-term exposure to Withers from when they were set to be sacrificed by a Wither Cult. The only way to prevent the diseases progression was the Death Goddess' blessing. -c!Eret is related to Herobrine, where c!Foolish is the Death Goddess' first child with DreamXD until he went off on a power trip. Then She found c!Phil and had c!Wilbur. Which means technicially, c!Foolish and c!Wilbur are stepbrothers in my pantheon. -c!Eret contracted c!Techno to assassinate c!George when he was crowned after c!Eret was dethroned. c!Techno's only exception to his anarchist demands is c!Eret because they are fair and leave him alone, threatening c!Dream to do the same post c!Eret getting their throne back -c!Wilbur can also communicate using his Mother's crows, whether that be within the same server or across dimensions -c!Techno went to comfort c!Tubbo after the fireworks execution cause c!Techno might act like an emotionless badass, but he will always have a soft spot for youth -The Death Goddess is the one who prepares souls for their next chance or ferries them off to their afterlife -Herobrine controls all limbos (I also dubbed them 'the Unknown One') -DreamXD's controls travel between dimensions primarily, the Goddess can also use this ability -c!Ranboo's earrings all have meanings; a small L’Manburg flag (a momento to the nation lost), a bee (c!Tubbo), an allium (c!Tommy), a fox (c!Fundy) and a cookie (c!Niki) all hung from silver chains beside the gold-gilded emerald -The scars of previous deaths persist on your skin in the DSMP universe, as a reminder of how you died. -c!Eret is Harpocrates in the Syndicate, there was just never an opportunity to reveal themself as such. They were sworn in shortly after c!George's assassination.

-c!Technoblade and c!Philza make a point of brushing and braiding each others hair every morning they live together.

ALRIGHT QSMP TIME; -Everyone forgot their previous lives except q!Philza, the Angel of Death, for the first few weeks of that world. Also q!Wilbur, q!Niki, q!Bbh, q!Foolish -q!Philza still closely guards the emerald earring he will always wear

[verifiedgoddess-afterhours]

Do you get deja vu? (murphy x fem!reader) part 2 of this request!

(wc: 3.6k)

⌞ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ... (y/n) accompanies Murphy on a supply run, as a result of George's matchmaking and ulterior motives⌝

--Altura, present day

"George, please tell me you aren't serious."

Her friend shrugged, but (y/n) could plainly see the mischievous edge to her mouth. She would bet anything that her and Warren had conspired together to plan this.

"Sorry, I'm as serious as a heart attack."

(y/n) groaned and put her head into her hands, bracing her elbows on her knees. "This is unjust."

"Actually," George held up a finger "since I run Newmerica-"

(y/n) raised her head to shoot her friend a playful glare. George had noticed, in the few weeks since Murphy and his crew had joined them, her glares hadn't seemed as harsh.

She'd begun to smile more, but George didn't say anything because she was worried that (y/n) would stop.

"Yeah, yeah," her friend drawled. "you're the boss, whatever. But are you sure I have to go with him?" George nodded seriously.

"I wish I could keep you here, but Murphy needs very specific equipment to finish this, and he won't be able to do it without you."

Her words rang in (y/n)'s head. Murphy needed her... to help synthesize the cure. But that was it.

Right?

"What about whats-his-face?" She inquired. George only gave her a confused look in response.

(y/n) groaned. "The one who lost his hand? It's... T... something?" George's face lit up with recognition.

"Ten Thousand?"

(y/n) nodded. "Yeah, he's the one who killed all those zombies, right? Why don't you send him? He's also travelled with Murphy before."

George pursed her lips. "You don't know?"

The woman frowned, leaning back in her seat. "I don't know what?"

"His girlfriend, Red, she's pregnant."

She couldn't stop her jaw from dropping. "Seriously? That was fast." George laughed, the sound warm and welcoming. It was lovely, really.

"No shit. Newmerica's first baby. Technicially."

"So, he can't leave. It's too risky, especially with a baby on the way."

"Exactly," her friend nodded seriously. "That's why I need you to go."

She stood up and nodded, knowing that this was her job as George's second-in-command. "I hear you. I'll make sure it gets done. Listen for me on the radio."

George sported a crooked grin as she lifted two fingers to her brow in a salute. "Good luck, (y/n)."

The ex-prison guard shot her a salute back, shaking her head as she left her friend's office. This was going to be a long road trip.

She tapped her left foot impatiently as she leaned against the truck, waiting for the man she was supposed to accompany on this supply run. The sun had risen not long ago, and they were supposed to leave at dawn.

Well, at least that about Murphy hadn't changed. He still ran by his own clock, not giving a shit about what anybody else had going on.

When his figure finally became visible, the ex-prison guard lifted an unimpressed eyebrow. She made a show of checking her digital watch before glaring at him.

"How thoughtful of you to finally grace me with your presence," Her sarcasm was obvious, but he simply gave her a smile.

"Well, good morning to you too, sunshine." His voice was light, almost cheerful. Like he thought it really was a good morning. The corner of her mouth was tempted to lift into a smile, but she tamped it down.

The woman wasn't stupid, she wasn't letting

She pointed at the back of the truck, where their supplies were located. "Bag goes in there. I'm driving."

He frowned, but she was already hopping into the driver's seat. She hadn't survived this many years in a zombie-infested world to die because of his horrible driving. She trusted herself, and George.

And that was it.

After throwing his bag in the back of the vehicle, Murphy slid gracefully into the passenger seat beside her.

"Whose wasting daylight now?" He challenged, giving her a pointed look. She glared at him before pointing down at his seatbelt buckle.

"Seatbelt."

"Seriously?"

"Do you want to make the cure or not?"

He scrunched his nose up in annoyance before quickly buckling himself into his seat.

"There," he waved his hands, showing her his buckled seatbelt with a flourish. "Happy?" She gave him a sickeningly sweet smile before hitting the gas.

"Yep."

--Somewhere in Montana

(y/n) lifted her hands over her head and leaned to the left, stretching her sore muscles. They'd been driving for two days, with only a few hour long breaks so she could nap, before they hit the road again.

The sun was slowly inching towards the horizon, so she had chosen to stop for the night and set up camp so they could both get some proper rest.

And Murphy?

Well, he never made anything easy. And he sure as hell wasn't making this easy on her. Which definitely didn't help her feel any better either.

"How far to this place, anyway?" She asked him, as they both sat around the embers of a slowly-dying fire. The woody crackled weakly, leaving the smell of smoke lingering in the woman's hair and clothes.

He tossed her the paper map they'd brought along with them, grumbling. "See for yourself."

(y/n) pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling deeply. She would not throw the map back at him like a child. She would handle this like the responsible adult she was.

So, naturally, she stuck her tongue out at him when he wasn't looking, adulthood be damned. As he munched on the MREs they had brought, she studied their destination on the road map.

"How did you guys make it to Spokane, anyway?" (y/n) questioned with a raised eyebrow. She and Warren had chatted briefly about their misadventures that led them across the state, but the ex-guard wasn't given many juicy details.

"Let's just say," he sighed heavily, dark eyes piercing the ground in front of his feet. "Warren's one lucky bitch."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Warren's the lucky one? I think you're the lucky one."

He huffed a quiet chuckle before settling his eyes on her. "Is that right?"

"You have someone who cares about you like she does, so absolutely. You're the lucky one, not her. Especially since she got stuck with your sorry ass."

He shook his head, grinning at her. "My, my, the apocalypse has changed you."

She stiffened. "I guess that's what happens when the world ends. People change."

"Amen."

The following morning, after a fitful sleep, the duo set off again. (y/n) yawned behind the wheel, having barely slept the night before. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his eyes on her.

But every time she'd opened them, he was sleeping soundly on the other side of their campfire.

At least, that's what it had looked like.

In reality, Murphy was watching her. Trying to figure out what it was about her that gave him hope. Such a foreign thing, really. Hope was something he gave up on the second Dr. Merch had let those monsters bite him.

All those years ago, hope had abandoned him. And he'd lived without it since.

But seeing her again, the woman who used to pretend his winks didn't fluster her as the iron bars of his cell separated them, stirred something in him. The stupid glimmer of hope had settled in his belly, fluttering its wings whenever she looked at him.

All this time, everyone he had known never really cared about him. They just cared about what was in his damn blood. He was their best shot at a cure for the Z virus, and nothing more.

Except for her.

She was the only one who'd known him before, who pretended not to care whether or not he lived or died. Even back at that hellhole of a prison, however, Murphy knew she cared.

She thought she was better at pretending than she really was.

"Should you really be driving?" He asked apprehensively, his red face wary. She tried to glare at him, but the horrible sleeps were catching up to her.

"Should you really be commenting on my capabilities?"

He sighed and got out of the vehicle, before walking around the hood and opening the driver's door.

"Come on, hop out."

She raised her eyebrows. "Who died and made you the boss?"

The man scoffed. "Sweetheart, if you want us to survive this trip, I suggest you let me drive. I didn't survive this long to die because you fell asleep at the wheel."

She mustered up the energy to roll her eyes. "Yeah, right. Like we're any safer with you behind the wheel."

"(y/n)," he spoke her name seriously. "get out of the damn truck." Reluctantly, she undid her seatbelt and listened to him. Her ass had barely hit the passenger seat before she was sleeping, the gentle sound of the road acting like a lullaby.

It was nice, having a break from Murphy's incessant presence and the anxiety she'd been riddled with since they'd taken off on this run together.

-- Spokane, Washington

Murphy awoke her with a gentle shake of her shoulder. The now-awake woman blinked her eyes open groggily, taking in the scenery around them with a yawn.

"Are we there," she asked, sitting up straighter in her seat. Murphy parked the vehicle in front of a large brick building, surrounded by fencing and the remnants of a large camp.

"We're here." His voice was grim, and he stared past her to look at the building. It had a weird feeling to it, something dark and a little dangerous.

Just like Murphy himself.

She undid her holster and grabbed her pistol before opening her door. When he didn't move, she gave him an expectant look.

"You coming?"

He shook his head a little before his gaze shifted to her. "What?"

"Aren't you coming?"

The man nodded quickly, and she narrowed her eyes at the odd movement. Was he... scared?

Well, well, well.

The all-powerful Murphy did have fears, after all.

The thought would have delighted her, if not for the work they had to do. Which- judging by the state of the building - was not going to be as easy as George had told them.

Her boots hit the asphalt as she hopped out of the truck, scanning their surroundings. Not a soul in sight, although that wasn't surprising. Following the black rain a few years ago, the apocalypse had been...different.

Weirder than usual.

They approached the building, only to discover the front doors were blocked from the inside with debris. (y/n) sighed as Murphy tried - and failed - to heave the door open with his shoulder, grunting.

"Why is nothing ever easy?"

"This is the apocalypse, sweetheart," Murphy muttered, looking around them anxiously. "It's not supposed to be easy." She huffed a breath.

"Yeah, well, a girl can dream," she started walking towards the other side of the building, looking for another entrance. "Is there somewhere else we can get in? A back door or something?"

Murphy, following closely on her heels, shook his head. "I had them all removed when I was set up here," he explained. "There's only one way in. Or out."

(y/n)'s eyes settled on a higher window, one of the very few with no bars on it.

"Says who?"

He followed her gaze to the window and immediately grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. Her immediate reflex was to recoil. They both paused awkwardly, before he cleared his throat and continued.

"Look, I don't know what's in there."

She arched an eyebrow. "And? We need the stuff for the cure, do we not?" He ran a hand through his dark hair.

"I'll go in first."

(y/n) shoved her pistol back into her thigh holster. "I don't think so. I can't exactly lift you up there."

"Then we'll find another way in!"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What's your problem?"

The look he gave her was nothing short of anguished - written plain as day on his face. She wasn't sure if she was afraid... or intrigued.

"My problem, is that you want to go in there alone. And I have no idea what brain-eating creature will be waiting for you. Us," He tacked on quickly, as if it was an afterthought.

She gave him a wry, teasing smile. "Murphy, are you worried about me?" He sighed heavily.

"I think I liked you better when you were afraid of me."

His gaze flickered away from her and his shrug seemed forced, causing her smile to widen.

"That's not true, is it?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he protested weakly, moving to stand below the window to help her up.

She braced her foot on her knee as his hands gripped her waist, ready to push her higher so she could enter through the window. The fabric did very little to dull the feeling of his hands on her, but she forced herself to tease him instead - a distraction.

"Aw, don't tell me you actually like me, Al."

He paused, obviously not expecting the nickname to fall from her lips. She took that moment to step up, hefting herself up and through the window.

It's glass had been broken long ago, and crunched softly beneath her boots as she maneuvered through the opening.

"You okay?" His call reached her. Instead of replying, she reached a hand out the window and showed off her middle finger. His chuckle was quiet, growing distant as she made her way through the room.

The place had been ransacked, it looked like. Debris littered practically every surface, scattered in a way that suggested someone - or something - had called this place home after Murphytown had fallen apart.

(y/n) took her gun from her holster again. Moving through the building slowly, she had a feeling it wouldn't be wise to be unarmed. Distantly, she thought she heard a floor creaking.

Cautiously, she approached the room that she thought the noise had originated from. Despite years of survival, her heart still pounded as she crept towards it.

From the doorway, she couldn't see anything beyond the typical debris and a busted-up cradle. This looked like a child's room, complete with a table set for tea and -

(y/n) screamed as the thing flew at her face. Her finger closed over the trigger reflexively, sending a bullet through the nearby window. As the glass fell, she swatted blindly at the air.

"Fucking hell," she cursed, watching the bird fly happily over her head and down the hall. "Chill out, (y/n)."

Downstairs, she swore she heard a thumping. She adjusted the grip on her gun and slowly began descending the stairs. She felt more confident now, after the bird scare.

Surely there wouldn't be anything still here. Or, at least, that's what she tried to tell herself to calm her racing heart.

The thumping continued, punctuated by a worried cry of her name. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Just that selfish idiot, trying to bust the door down.

"Relax," she shouted back, quickly jogging down the stairs towards the door. "I'm fine! It was just a bir-" The zombie careened into her, its rotting stench filling her nostrils.

She fought against the feeling of bile rising in her throat. It's arms latched onto her and it tugged. Her blood froze as her hold released on her gun, which skittered off to the side.

"Shit," she cried out, pushing at its shoulders to keep its snapping teeth off of her. It smelt like death, and felt like it too. This fear was something she hadn't experienced very often lately, unused to its crippling effect.

"Murphy!" She managed, gritting her teeth as its spit flew at her, teeth gnashing the empty air. "Help me! Please!"

She'd known this man at the prison. Watched as he fled from the zombies during outbreak, not bothering to help his fellow prisoners. What on God's green earth had made her think that he would help her?

(y/n) panted, finally having managed get the thing off her. She pushed it roughly. The sound of squelching flesh reached her ears as its arm fell off from the impact of hitting the opposite wall.

Murphy's anxious voice called over the sound of him hitting the door repeatedly, trying to get in to her.

"I'm coming! Hang in there, (y/n)!"

The fear in his voice matched what she was feeling as the zombie shambled towards her. Her heart pounded in her ears as she watched a few more of its friends stumble through a dark doorway nearby.

"Please, hurry!"

Gun. She needed to find her gun. The thumping had stopped - had he left her?

Oh God, he'd left her here to fight them on her own. When was the last time she'd fought a zombie? Oh, she was so fucked.

The first one's remaining arm flailed out towards her and she ducked, knees hitting the floor. She was quick to crawl forwards and kick its knee out, sending it sprawling to the floor.

She stood - the other zombies quickly gaining on her - and stomped roughly on its rotting skull. The contents of its head splattered her boots and pants, bloody proof of the mercy she'd given it.

The sound of three gunshots caused her ears to ring a little and she whirled around, trying to catch her breath.

"What the-"

Murphy stood with her gun in his hand, face stony as he watched the undead corpses fall to the ground. There were bullet wounds in each of their heads. A kill shot.

He'd killed them, to save her.

His chest was heaving - just like hers - and he closed the distance between them quickly. His softly shaking hands grabbed her shoulders, his eyes wild and searching her for injuries.

"Are you bit?"

"No," she shook her head, wiping blood from her cheek. "I'm fine."

"You're hurt. Shit, I told you, you shouldn't have-"

"Murphy."

His eyes finally settled on hers as he angled his face downwards to look at her. She stared pointedly down at the hands clutching her jacket and he immediately let go, taking a step back.

The two avoided eye contact briefly, giving (y/n) time to access the damage he'd done to the doors. The debris had been cast aside like it weighed nothing, and she sword the door was hanging crookedly.

Like Murphy had torn it apart, just to get to her. The thought warmed her cheeks, so she hung her head as she pushed past him to head up the stairs.

"Let's just get this shit and go home."

--Altura, the following week

George looked at her expectantly as (y/n) slammed the door the vehicle closed and strode away. "Well?"

"'Well' what?"

George's eyes were alight with excitement, but over what - (y/n) wasn't sure. She was planning something, that was for sure.

"How was it?"

The ex-guard shrugged, casting a glance at Murphy, who was grabbing their supplies to take straight to Sun Mei's old lab. "It was fine. We got everything, so the cure should be ready for testing soon."

George shook her head, smiling. "That's not what I was talking about, and you know it." (y/n) feigned innocence, cocking her head.

"What, you mean how you sent me with him on purpose? Nice try, Cupid, but it's not going to be that easy."

George raised a dark eyebrow, watching her friend cast a small smile at Murphy as he walked past, supplies in hand. The man returned it, eyes softer than what George thought was possible - based on Warren's description of him - and her own experiences with the man.

"I hate you," (y/n) muttered, pulling George in for a quick, fierce hug. Her friend was surprised, but returned it after a brief second of hesitation.

"I love you too, buddy."

The women pulled away, and (y/n) laughed despite herself. "Just so you know, I'll get you back for this." George laughed.

"You gonna tell me what happened, or not?"

George watched as her friend strode away, shaking her head fondly. Heading in the same direction as Murphy had gone - towards Sun Mei's old lab.

"Nope," she called over her shoulder, grinning happily.

She had other things to tell someone else.

George could wait, because right now: she needed to talk to Murphy. They were years in the making - from before the apocalypse to today.

And she was done waiting.

--Pacifica, 1 year later

Later, memories of before began to surface. How her heart would race anytime he was near, the stumble in her words at the sight of his stupid winks. The way she had tried to play it off for her own sanity.

A guard could never love a prisoner - no matter how charming he could be. The charming were often the worse ones, after all. But not Murphy. Murphy was different.

So, she told herself it was fear. That she snuck glances at him because she was afraid he'd try to hurt her. That she thought of him often because of how much he terrified her.

But she wasn't afraid, she'd been lying to herself. She could see that now.

It was never fear. It was love.

As if he could sense she was thinking of him, Murphy suddenly sat down on the bench beside her, sun rays hitting his red-tinted skin and highlighting the flattering cut of his suit.

"So, what'll it be today, my dear? You gonna throw me in solitary confinement, or let me enjoy the sunshine?" He asked, trailing a hand down her arm until it reached her hand, before lifting it to his mouth. His kiss was gentle, unlike the rest of him.

And she loved it.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see, Al."

"Yes, ma'am."

NOTES;

ok i actually love them so much omg

[daretolovemyrambling]

some thoughts about arcane season 2 act 3

Let me start this with the notion that yes, some of arcane 2 is rushed, but I also understand why they did things the way they did. And I loved every second nonetheless. Personally I think the "rushed plot" showed pretty well how the characters are also rushing to the end themselves.

In my opinion they used every second the could, even if I would never say no to more episodes.

But a season 3 would have meant that they spent a decade and a half on just a handful of characters, I think a company like Riot is not exactly thrilled about something like that (they didn't even believe in arcane and the animators and writers had to put their career on the line. It worked out okay for them, but never forget that Riot only really cares about PROFIT)

Let's also not forget that a single animator spent a week on average for "just" four seconds. That is insane dedication to their craft and they deserve every single praise they can get!!! I didn't know it was possible, but arcane season 2 made the animation even MORE beautiful. I can't wait to watch a frame by frame analysis on youtube.

now onto the rambles (sorry, thoughts are all over the place):

Heimdinger is not dead. Yordles don't really die, they just return to their birth place (the spirit realm/bandle city) also technicially only alt-verse Heimerdinger's body was obliterated (meaning that his conciousness might still be out there somewhere just without a body??)

I don't think Jinx is dead, the show hints at her escaping through the vents. *If* she is dead, I honestly don't hate it either. I just really love angst and the thought that either sister won't get their happy end unless the other sister dies is just a perfect angsty greek-tragedy and will drive me insane for the next few months! That said there is no way Jinx is gone. She escaped through the vents and fled with the airship! I think she realized that as it is now, Vi will never stop sacrificing things for her, that is why she has to leave. Maybe one day they can become sisters again.

when we first see Jayce eat in episode 7 I thought he cut off his damaged leg and ate it 💀

the alt universe has no hextech, meaning that Jayce likely killed himself in that universe. I'm not sure if Viktor would still be alive, I don't think his illness is cureable without hextech.

alt-verse Zaundads has my heart <3. I love it when extremly tragic series make their own happy/what-if story xD.

The timebomb interactions and their kiss was so sweet. I feel kinda bad that alt-verse Ekko won't remember any of that. And that main-verse Ekko couldn't tell his own Powder/Jinx how much he loved her.

I'm kind of sad that we didn't get to see much of Orianna (her design is STUNNING though) but they are possibly setting her up for whatever gets adapted next in the lol universe.

Jayik: gay love saves the world once again. If I had a nickel everytime this happens,

whatever Jayvik have going on is somehow gayer than the lesbian sex scene change my mind.

Speaking of lesbians, Cait with an eyepatch makes me feel things, I would forgive all her war crimes to if I were Vi.

Mel is a goddess. As she deserves. Someone please give her a hug though. I'm hoping she will play a bigger role in the next series! She seems to be on her way to Noxus, so I'm sure this is not the last of her we see!

That "sorceress" is LeBlanc, I think now it's too obvious to deny that wasn't her.

I NEED someone to write a spiderverse x arcane crossover at this point. The timetravel/universe travel is a perfect set up! I would kill to read an Ekko & Miles & Gwen & Hobie interaction.

What I'm hoping for the shows post-arcane season 2:

It's confirmed that Fortiche & Riot are already working on the next few projects, I'm expecting Noxus & Ionia to be the next focus. It could be a great way to introduce us non-lol players to the world.

I also really want (to know) more about Orianna, Mel and the Black Rose/LeBlanc!

[shslpunkartist99]

So in your personal opinion, who among the Punks would you consider to be the smartest? Like, which one would be the one with the highest IQ? They don't have to actually be using it btw. Darnell's the one with the highest IQ among the NG trio and yet he often doesn't bother using that smart side of his because he finds it more fun to do dumb stupid shit on purpose lol

Oreo is the smartest in emotional IQ. Like he understands how a person can function base on emotions, and can act accordingly, if that makes sense

As for factual/technicial IQ.. tbh? It's a tie between Pachinko and Keno. People would believe Keno to be the smartest, but Pachinko is an actual surprise. He understands shit, and knows a lot of shit. Weirdly enough, if Oreo seems to be struggling, Pachinko is able to help them back into focus

Leaving Cherri to be the dumbest, but it isn't that far from the others

[gurmanrupi]

THE KING IS BACK:

THE KING IS BACK AND BETTER King of the Court is back and strong after suffering an ankle injury from last week’s game against scorpion united. The Cardinal center Jerry Jackson qualified his team to the big six will his triple-double doing the game against the Scorpion.

Jackson was sent off doing the fourth quarter with an ankle injury, meanwhile, coach Carter has announced to the media that Center Jackson is fully fit and ready for the upcoming game against the LAKERS. Jackson is the highest-highest scorer in the league and the best center in the league. He had scored more baskets for his team this season than any other center in the league Jackson is 6ft’5" tall, he is a black American, he was born in Newjesery his mother is from LIBERIA,his father is from sierra leon. JERRY parents later move to the united state through the 1990 war in liberia.

THE BACKGROUND OF JACKSON Jerry Jackson was born january 15,1997 In newjersy,America. He attended christ the king catholic institution were he completed his senior high level. Jackson extended his studies at the Harvey institue of profession studies were he study sportmanship in BA. jackson play for his university in the all university leauge, he was awarded two times mvp tittles before he was drafted to the senior leauge by thecardinal in 2018. since jackson enter the leauge he have been the leradind scorer for his team and the leauge. THE CHAMPIONSHIP the championship finals is back and the king is ready to win the title for his team this season. “ i am nothing without my team members and the coaching staff,without the technicial staff i won’t be the best player in the leauge and role model for kids who see me as their icon”.

FAQ-

Who is the king?

How many points have jacksons score per game ?

How old is jackson?

How many points did he score in last game ?

What cause his injury ?

Who is jackson ?

What team is jackson playing against?

What is important about this game ?

[ofgentleresolve-a]

me realizing more than half of my ocs ended up being not cisgender

[blue-jasmine2yas]

I want to learn computer science so bad, but I am depressed and I don’t have a job. 

[dandylion240]

List 3 of your favorite sims from other simmers you enjoy and explain why (Send this to 10 other blogs 💖💖)

I'm sure this comes as no surprise but I coulding make a list of favorite sims without Hayle and Chris topping the list @izayoichan I've loved them since before Hayle won Chris's BC. I was so afraid the other sim would win and I was like it has to be Hayle. So happy he did because I couldn't imagine anyone else by Chris's side. I love that you shared them with me so that they have become a part of my Sim's universe.

2. Oscar @rebouks Since I discovered your story I've been invested in his story. How could you not? I mean he's the best example of someone who made bad decisions and who for a time found some equally bad coping devices until he was forced to make the decision to change. He's a powerful force when he makes up his mind to do something. Love him with all of his faults included.

3. I don't see them very often on my dash anymore but their love story is still one of my favorites. Vince and Archer @dstarstories I can't say how happy I am with the way Archer has grown and now he has a chance at being both respected and happy with a partner that supports him. Don't get me started by how much I despise his ex-husband.

It's so difficult to choose just three and I technicially didn't do it since two are couples. There are so many great sims out there so don't feel bad if they weren't listed here. I love many many of them!

[porkcracker]

This was requested by no one technicially as it is a product of me misreading an ask. Nonetheless, here you go, have some Galaxy Force Scattershot with a human GN!Reader getting hot and sticky.

Scattershot x GN!Reader NSFW

When you had gotten together with him the question of sex, or interfacing as they called it, hadn’t even crossed your mind. It hadn’t until a long time later at which point you suddendly couldn’t think of much else than fooling around with him. Something he picked up on surprisingly quick.

That led to the abrupt realisation that there was a certain problem in your size difference. It took a while until the two of you found a way to work around it, leaving you in the postion you where currently in. You where sitting on one of his thighs, facing him, but your eyes where not on his faceplate, but instead on the array that had just revealed itself to you. While you had known it excisted, you had not seen it up close like this before.

Yellow panel opened up to reveal dark blue mesh and the still closed spike housing. Almost lost in thought you reached out to touch the almost soft looking mesh, only to startle at the noise he made as you just brushed over it.

The noise had almost been a whimper and a grin split your face as you decided to just use this opportunity to your advantage. his valve was in easy reach and just that little noise went right to your own sex. Your hand still near his valve, you once more touch the mesh, this time, however, you don’t let go immediatly again, but instead run your hand along his array up to one of his thick valve lips. The mesh of it is just as soft and you can’t help but grab a handful and squeeze it.

The noise your lover makes, is like an aphrodisca and you crave more. Moving to be able to grab more of him, you begin to grab, squeeze and pull on the thick folds, only to watch in wonder as they get even thicker and puffier as his arousal rises. It is then that you notice the yellow glowing nub nestled savely into his folds atop his entrance.

It didn’t stay safe for long at all, your greedy hands reaching out and pausing just before touching it, to fix your gaze on his faceplate, then you reached out the last little bit and squeezed the node heartly in your hand. Scattershot stiffened, bow back and a loud moan left him as you gave his fitfully blinking node the same treatment you had given his thick plush folds.

The noise he made were desperate and went straight to your core. Once you ease down your other hand to continue your previous treatment od his valve folds at the same time, he lets out a scream and pink fluid hits your hands and upper body as he cleanches down on nothing and his lubricant drips out of him.

It is only once a shaky servo picks you up, that you snap out of your focus and notice, just how visibly turned on you had goten yourself.

[chuuyrr]

ok ok ok. I love this series so much (besides bsd and tr) I have A LOT to say. Uhhhh Hua cheng was originally a human who was alive about 800 years before the start of the series. He is from the Chinese Kingdom of Xianle that doesnt exist anymore because it fell to the Human Face Disease that began because souls of people who died from a different kingdom of Yong'an held a ton of resentment toward Xianle because they needed somewhere to go but they couldnt go to Xianle and there was no space for them to go. SO the king had to throw them out with supplies to get to a different kingdom that they could go to. But later than that, Hua Cheng died in a war at 14. And then in the canon story, he waited 800 years for Xie Lian, who was the crown prince but he was kicked out of Heaven because he was a god of some sort but he was kicked out 2 times and then ascended a 3rd time and Hua Cheng could technicially be considered as stalking Xie Lian. But so Hua Cheng became a ghost king because he killed every other ghost on Mount Tonlu and like founded a city called Ghost CIty, that all its occupents are ghosts (so creative) and Hua Cheng, is called like Chengzhu and its like ruler or something along those lines in Chinese. And because they're a ghost, they're immortal, but he does have a solid body.-Hua Cheng anon

that's so cool and oh my god, ok so i searched them up, and i'm in AWEEE. their character designs and background is everything, and the fact that they are also husbands AAAA <3

[roxynmae]

re: cosnequences to transferring a mind to avatar's body: I'm also thinking about Jake having a body that technicially wasn't his. Idk if it's just me not remembering things right, but I think, during the first avatar movie, Jake seemed to suffer some after effects. It could be because of him not being used to the transfer, but lets look at Grace - whenever she came back, she was immediatly up and about. But Jake always seemed a bit out of it. Took him longer to fully regain consiousness. Always or almost always. When he "woke up" after his fail of the first mission, Grace had to gently shook him awake. When Quaritch forcefully cut the link when all went to shit, Grace sprang up ready to fistfight, but Jake was a disoriented and limp noodle of a man. Was it just because the link was forcefully broken and Jake had less time to get used to the avatar than basically everybody around? Maybe, but it does open the track for thinking he might not be as attuned to his body as one might innitialy thought. It was, after all, made for somebody else, even if it was his twin

I don’t think that the body being made from his brother’s dna is a problem per se, identical twins have the same dna material.

I think the reasons behind his slow awakening from the link is at first as you mentioned because he was simply not used to it (in the movie before they get linked to their avatars for the first time Norm says he had 500 h of simulation or something like that) and aft it’s because he stopped taking care of his human body, he wouldn’t really eat or sleep the right amount etc and that must have been hard on his brain.

[natromanxoff]

This tour had one big hero - Roger Taylor. Not only he seemed to be happy to meet the fans and give autographs (what a difference compared to the 2005 tour!) but he was also in TOP form, drumming like a GOD!

The setlist was changing A LOT at the early gigs which was great, we got some very nice surprises (for example Time To Shine or The Stealer) but in the end it became boring and predictive as always. But we have forgiven them - after all, we were entertained for 140 minutes in average! The biggest mistake of this tour was the intro. Surf's Up... School's Out which has become the favourite track of most fans, was used as the intro track at 10 gigs and it worked great. It's a great pity Brian didn't like it and the band decided for Hammer To Fall instead.

So let's get to the tracks themselves. Surf's Up was almost always played as the intro (until the scream) - and was followed either by a shortened version of the same song or by also shortened version of Hammer To Fall. Fat Bottomed Girls had a short White Man intro. I Want It All was played as the single version (without the instrumental middle part). Surf's Up was later moved before Seagull and got longer and longer... by the end of the tour the whole song was played. '39 became as a duet of Brian (guitar + vocals) and Roger (bass drum + tambourine) but Brian always stopped and invited the rest of the band (minus Paul) for a full version of the song. The bass solo was performed by Roger who was playing bass with his drumstick. A great drum solo followed while Nigel (the drum technicial) was building the kit around Roger on the B-stage. I'm In Love With My Car followed and in Zurich Roger surprised us with a brilliant version of A Kind Of Magic (which was a boring song when sung by Paul but became really popular with Roger on vocals and drums). Say It's Not True followed - Roger in the first verse, Brian in the second verse and finally Paul in the finale.

Now the concert was in its second half and it was time for big hits. First something from Paul's career - mostly Bad Company and Feel Like Makin' Love which was however later replaced by We Believe. From time to time we got some surprises, for example Time To Shine or Shootin' Star but only scarcely. The guitar solo often included some interesting bits, depending on the country, and always was followed by Bijou with Freddie's studio vocals and live guitar. Now we all knew what to expect when the end of the gig was approaching. Radio Ga Ga (Paul kept forgetting the words so in the end the song had to be shortened!), Crazy Little Thing Called Love (which had a great guitar solo by Jamie at some gigs but apparently Jamie himself decided he didn't want to be in the spotlight and the song was shortened), Show Must Go On and BoRhap (once again with Paul and Freddie sharing the vocals; this time they used the live track from Montreal 1981).

Encore - an incredibly rockin' Cosmos Rockin' :-) The final line was always changed in respect to the city where the band played, for example "We got Rotterdam rockin'". And then the usual ending... All Right Now (a much shorter version compared to 2005), WWRY and WATC. Then the band saying goodbye and Roger throwing his drumsticks to the audience...

Queen + Paul Rodgers live at the Elstree Film Studio in London, UK - September 3, 2008

This was basically just a short promo gig for 50 international journalists.

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