#c: nathan

[artsy-sunny]

Been drawing some older OCs today <3

[edgarwayne]

Carrying his laptop, book, and a stack of homework Marco brought in for him to grade, Edgar offered up a small smile. "How're you feeling today?"

@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales

[t-andwood]

"I-I love you," Tom let his friends know, just overflowing with love in that moment. Well that, several shots handed to him by a sickening Sea Witch, a mixed drink or three and perhaps he might have indulged in some other drugs. But when in Rome or well, in their case, Atlantis. "No, seriously. I love you, g-guys." ( @nathan-rhee @chuck-diaz @pitifulgerald @knoxiousoverman )

[lucie-newman]

"Better you than me," she said. She tilted her water like she was saluting with a beer bottle. "I'd be fired in the first week for making the kids cry or some shit." Which maybe didn't bode all that well for Archie once he hit grade school. She could only hope his father's influence would help in that matter. "I look forward to graduating to words and actual walking. Right now, I'm still in the babble, crawling, and waking me up at 2 A.M. phase." She nodded. "I'm ready. What about you?"

"Yeah? I'll put that down on the list of possible next career change," Nathan chuckled. Not that he ever thought he'd be a good candidate for a high school teacher. Or that winning wasn't important. That was a bad mindset in his line of work. But, for this obstacle course, he definitely knew his limit. "That's a good exercise. Not as easy as people think. Glad to say I've graduated from that. It's sudden U-turn and sudden stop now, either because they're tired or because something caught their attention. All ready to tackle the course then?"

[claudiawolf]

UNCHARTED 4: A THIEF'S END (2016) dev. Naughty Dog

[artsy-sunny]

aaand more d&d characters

[edgarwayne]

Feeling numb and tired, Edgar trudged inside the house, kicking off his shoes. All he wanted to do was sleep, maybe for a month. As Nathan looked up from the couch with obvious concern and questions on his face, Edgar felt guilt hit him like a lorry. "Shit, dinner. I am so so sorry, I...I forgot the groceries." He joined his fiancé on the couch, immediately bringing his knees up into a curled position as he nestled against the other, making himself as small as he felt. "There's...probably still time to go out and grab something. But I'm not hungry," he murmured into his knees.

@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales

[hypnotiscd]

she points at him , almost finger - gun like , before remembering he IS the mayor and secret service will jump on her ass ( or something ) . " put the extra lollipops in and nobody gets hurt . " she agrees . nadia peers over his shoulder . " your kids at least coming out to play ? " it's weird to reference them that way , but technically that's what they are . nadia wonders if her own parents consider her the same .

a  laugh  escapes  nathan's  lips,  a little shocked at the insinuation, but amused nontheless. “  yeah,  you  caught  me,  ”  he  plays  along,  raising  a  hand  in  defeat  for  theatrics,  but  everyone  and  their  mother  knows  that  nathan  talbot  of  all  people  didn't  have  to  work  too  hard  for  the general public's  approval.  “  it's  working  though,  isn't  it?  or  would  i  have  to  sneak  in  a  couple lollipops  to  sweeten  the  deal?  ”

[t-andwood]

"I-Uhm," Tom began as he'd thought he'd have at least another hour before the guys showed up to the apartment. But nope, there they were— staring at him and the half way decorated dining room he'd managed to put together. Valentine's Day was literally around the corner and the boys always found a way to show their love and appreciation for each other and he didn't want this year to be any different despite their busy schedules.

So he'd taken the day off, spending it cooking and spiffing up the place so they'd have a good dinner night, all together. "Surprise." ( @nathan-rhee @chuck-diaz @pitifulgerald @knoxiousoverman )

[dinogoofymutated]

SFW!Cable/GN!reader - Pt 2.

@gildedjerk YOU DID THIS TO ME. I was supposed to finish my homework an hour ago but I wrote this instead. I literally haven't written a part 2 to anything this quickly ever. what is happening to me

Read pt 1 here :)

TWS: Angst with happy ending. Falling buildings, minor depictions of death, timeliness bullshit, big man cries and we smooch him. Possibly part 3 if the mood takes me

 For the first time in a long while, Nathan is panicking. Buildings in the city are crumbling around him, sentinels closing in around every street corner- and he can't find you. He calls out your name, and you don't respond. He reaches for you, searching for your mind with the telepathic ability he can spare- and he can't feel you. 

    He can't feel you.

    For the first time, he's more struck with the absence of your running mind than he had ever been annoyed by it.

    He should have gone with you. He never should have let you split away from him. The two of you were a duo. No matter how much grief you gave him when you first started to tag along, he couldn’t imagine life without you. He refused to. Cable narrowly dodges a falling fire escape, and he knows he’s running out of time. He calls for you, again, and again- and there’s no response. He can’t let this happen. He won’t. 

    Cable bolts down the street as the smoke billows and the world crumbles. The device on his wrist beeps, and his blood runs cold when he realizes it’s a warning. Still- he perseveres. He follows the psychic echo you left behind, rounding every corner he can, staying on your scent like a bloodhound. He wouldn’t leave without you. Not again. 

    He’s getting closer, he can feel it- but his fear only grows, knowing that you were so close, and yet he can’t feel you. He can’t find that beautiful mind of yours.  He can’t find your memories. Your nervousness. Your running mind. He can’t feel that love he was so afraid of anymore- and he is so scared for an entirely different reason than before. 

    He follows your trail through a warehouse, weaving in-between the machinery as he hears the distinct sound of a sentinel, but he’s horrified when he realizes it’s not coming towards him. Towards you. It’s walking away. Cable exits the warehouse, and on the other side, he finds… nothing. 

    Cable finds rubble. The building in front of him is rubble. He hears the shrieking of metal as the building on his left begins to fall, but he’s preoccupied. A beeping is heard, but it doesn’t come from him. It sounds again and again. Never stopping. 

    Cable sees the blue light from underneath the rubble, and he finds a device identical to his own. It’s still attached to your arm, but you are not there. Your mind is not there.

     The building to his left finally gives in to the weight and falls. 

    A stabbing influx of… something, strikes Cable’s forehead, and he wakes up in a cold sweat, lying on the cot in the safehouse. His body is disoriented, his mind chilled with something more than just horror. Cable realizes that it wasn’t a dream, It was a vision. It was the future. A future. 

    It was real. It felt so real. He’s not entirely sure it hadn’t happened. Cable sits up frantically, looking towards your cot to find you. But you’re not there. His mind is still addled by the influx of information, powers mixed and scatterbrained, unable to find and feel. The one thing it still seems able to do is keep the virus at bay. He’s stumbling as he stands. Cable slams the bedroom door open, that cold horror all he can think of as his mind cannot find you in its haze.

    He moves through the house like a storm cloud, opening every door, searching for you in the same meticulous manner he uses to search the house for threats.

    You find him before he finds you. Having heard the commotion, you exited the kitchen, stepping into the hallway halfway wondering if there had been a breach in the security. 

    “Nate?” The footsteps stop abruptly when you call out for him, only to pick up the pace a second later. Cable looks absolutely furious when he exits a spare room, storming over to you in a manner that almost makes you afraid he’s going to yell at you.

    But he doesn't. The moment Nathan reaches you, he takes hold of your face, and he kisses you like he’d never get the chance to kiss you again. It’s desperate, almost forceful- but after a moment of confusion, you kiss him back. His hold is all-consuming, presenting his love and care for you out of urgency, and necessity. Nathan only pulls away when his thoughts pull back together. He looks at you in shock, like he himself hadn’t expected the kiss to happen. He looks worried. Scared. You pull him down by his collar to kiss him again- if only to wipe those emotions clean from his face. Tears are running down his face, but he can’t bring himself to pull away from you like he had so many times before.

    He kisses you again, and again, hoisting you up into his arms when his back starts to hurt from bending down to reach your height. Nathan sets you on the kitchen counter, finally pulling away from you- and he begins to sob.

    However afraid he was to fully experience the love you had for him- the fear of losing you without showing you his love had triumphed it all. You hold him close as he sobs into your shirt, wrapping him in your love. You don’t know what started this. What set him on this path when yesterday was spent the same as any other day for the two of you- dancing around each other. Leaving the ties blurry. Leaving your love unclear, choosing not to tread through the rapid waters just yet. -but what did that matter anyway, when he had kissed you with such intense emotion? You’re concerned for him. You’re worried for him. You love him. You love him. You love him. Nathan wants to bury his mind so deep within your thoughts, like a warm blanket that kept all of his self-made fears of intimacy at bay. That made them disappear.

    Nathan doesn’t want to show you what he had seen. What someone had made him see. He doesn’t want you to experience the fear, the pain. Despite all of his confusion, his pain, what he did know was that he was never going to let that happen. He didn’t care what timeline he had to tear apart, what plan for the future he had to ruin. He had lost so much in life, but he wasn’t going to lose you. Not again. Not ever.

[noa-markam]

"Not a fan of lemons, huh? I thought it was summery - bright." She took another sniff when he passed the candles back over. In all of this, at least he was honest about his obliviousness. She laughed, doing a little 180 to scan the store before looking back to Nathan. "Would you recognize it if you smelled it? We could start with the usual calming scents. Lavender, jasmine, sandalwood . . ."

His response was just a soft 'ah' when Noa told him her problem was that she'd been buying a lot of the candles. He took the offered two, giving one of them a sniff and winced (─lemons─) before looking back to her. "That's because I actually am," he said truthfully. No point hiding, it was that obvious. "My wife asked me to get the one she likes to use after a difficult day. And for the life of me, I can't remember what it smells like. There's just way too many of them."

[fatyaoi]

hello lgbt community

[aarontveit]

JUSTICE SMITH as CHESTER MORRIS NATHAN STEWART-JARRETT as SAM GENERA+ION (2021) EP01: Pilot

[maxthesillyy]

c**lscott pmo so bad. if your ship requires one of the characters to make a complete 180 in everything that they stand for and believe in to make a man feel better then it’s fucking stupid actually

[webonchin]

Thinking about Tv Girl coded Cablepool and the divorce arc

GUESS WHO'S BACK AT IT!!!

When the hyperfixation is hitting the brain hard once again, can't escape them ,never think I will

(pd this is not a end of the year kind of stuff is more of a starting the year kind of stuff ,you get me)

[captainsavre]

✦ CASKETT APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 ✦ ⤷ Day Six: Caskett + Favorite Dynamic - This Immediate Family