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Fallout New Vegas: Comic Directory

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4. One for My Baby | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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[cametotheshowinsd]

"That's a real fucking legacy to leave..." MAROON: A MOVIE (2023) directed & written by Taylor Swift

[missholson]

Red River (1948) dir. Howard Hawks I Shot Jesse James (1949) dir. Samuel Fuller

[opendirectories]

[tangledfate]

Blog Arc: The Worst of Us

Major Players:

@daddymothxxx - Valentino

@tangledfate - Angel Dust

Minor Players:

@voxtekoverlord - Vox

@burningfeathersx - Lucifer (OC)

@sugarswirlbitch - Velvette

Synopsis:

Problematic relationship getting messier by the minute, news at 11:00. Two idiots having feelings and don't know how to deal with them.

Themes:

Drama, Romance, Abuse, Toxic vs Healthy Relationships, Complicated Feelings, Trauma, Personal Growth?

Plotted/Discussed Threads:

A Fair Trade - (Angel, Valentino)

A Bad Trip & A Death Wish - (Angel, Valentino)

Fuck Babysitters - (Angel, Valentino)

Communication is Key - (Angel, Valentino, Vox, Lucifer)

Fallout - (Valentino, Vox)

Crawl Out Through The... - (Angel, Valentino)

Side Threads:

[Mine.] - (Angel, Valentino)

He Did It Again cont - (Lucifer, Vox)

We Need To Talk - (Valentino, Vox)

Devil Comes A' Knockin' - (Angel, Lucifer)

Rose Colored Glasses - (Angel, Valentino)

Gatsby - (Angel, Valentino)

Get up. NOW! - (Angel, Vox)

Blind - (Angel, Valentino) [M!A]

Related Asks:

Insecurities - (Angel, Valentino)

Caught - (Angel)

I'm Here (Beginning of A Fair Trade) - (Angel, Valentino)

Do What?! (Beginning of A Bad Trip & A Death Wish) - (Angel, Valentino)

He Did It Again (Set between ABT&ADW and Fuck Babysitters) - (Lucifer, Vox)

Drabbles:

VIP (set midway through A Fair Trade when Val breaks the camera) - (Vox)

Coping Mechanism - (Valentino)

Chronological Order: (or at least as close as we can figure)

Insecurities

[Mine.]

Caught

I'm Here

A Fair Trade/VIP (after Val breaks camera)

Do What?!

A Bad Trip & A Death Wish

He Did It Again

Fuck Babysitters

We Need To Talk

Coping Mechanism

Communication is Key

Fallout

Crawl Out Through The...

Devil Comes A' Knockin'

Rose Colored Glasses

Gatsby

Get Up. NOW!

Blind [M!A] (Not necessarily main canon)

[williammarksommer]

Order-up

Santa Cruz, California 

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[anonprotagging]

it's not that I want guzma and volo to fight, but it's so funny to me that gene's two boyfriends are guzma "has an intimidating persona that hides his underlying kindness" willow and volo "has a kind persona that hides his intimidating impulses" alethos

so funny to me that I literally had a dream last night that they were forced to solve dnd puzzles in an illusory town while connected by a magical tether keeping them within each other's line of sight,

and they could Not agree about how to solve them which ended up making it harder for both of them KJFHDSKJF

[solradguy]

hey just a curiosity, but is there any indication enlistment in the Holy Order was open to anyone other than men? every official art i've seen with random holy order soldiers seems to only depict men as being part of the order. Was it just dudes out there fighting Justice??

It does indeed seem to be mostly men in pretty much every depiction of the Holy Order, HOWEVER.... There is at least one woman fighting in the Order in GG Xtra. Bottom right....

Given how Xtra affects the major canon in absolutely zero ways, I'd take this with a grain of salt for it being any kind of confirmation that women served. It's possible some of the knights we see in illustrations that have been printed alongside solidly canon materials might be women though. The uniform is pretty baggy. Unless they were drawn with cartoonish Strive Baiken boobs or something there probably wouldn't be much of a way to know for sure haha. And, also, there isn't anything confirming women couldn't join (that I could find anyway).

[narcgrl]

wip … ✦

[toastsnaffler]

really enjoying oldboy actually.... everyone warned me abt the octopus scene but it was literally fine. im super squeamish abt teeth tho so had to look away during THAT one 😖

[moraygrotto]

Commissions are now closed!

[inflammatory]

Thought about the groundedness of the goncharov nonsense in like directorial aesthetic/brand whatever and you know what. Let me cook like River Phoenix is Caligula. Kirsten Dunst as Drusilla, Judd Hirsch Tiberius, Helena Bonham Carter as Agrippina the Younger, Hayden Christensen as Gemellus, Keanu is there but as a gladiator at the games who gets murked two minutes after hes first on screen, Al Pacino as Germanicus cause we’re being geneerrouuus clearly so then of course Diane keaton as Agrippina the Elder. And if you couldnt guess. Dir. Sofia Coppola (2001) bizarre and anachronistic actually Suetonius himself is present and hes like nick cage or something and he talks to you. Albert Camus is there also and he talks to you as well. Get the same costume guys from gladiator on there. Make Helena bonham carter dark blond. 20% of runtime is Caligula with his horse (paint palomino costumed by the same costume guys and even more lavishly than any human actor) silently ruminating, sleeping with his face in the mane in the stables. 20 years later its a girl blogger coquette staple especially the scene where he gets stabbed. Cassius Chaerea is Malcolm Mcdowell of Caligula (1979) fame. Whos macro you might ask? I got no clue ive run out of 90s-00s old guys Im aware of actually Macro is also river phoenix and nobody acknowledges that he and Caligula are identical. This definitely means something but Idk what yet

[stup1dmotherfuck3r]

i'm sorry that on that day.

the day you were shut out and left to die.

[pt: i'm sorry that on that day.

the day you were shut out and left to die/end pt]

[pt: no one was there to lift you up in their arms.

the way you lifted other into yours/end pt]

no one was there to lift you up in their arms

the way you lifted others into yours.

⁠꒰⁠ 🥩 ꒱ — Welcome to the graveyard . . .

hello . . . i'm ron, or vince, this is a more personal coining blog, rqs always open but iffy with them (since it's a blog i made mostly for myself)

i do arissodic terms, flags for anti contact paraphiles, irl flags, and more of the like . . . a bit more active here than on my other mogai blog

dividers on this post and coining posts are NOT FREE 2 USE /srs , they're made by vinny for me

[pt: dividers on this post and coining posts are not Free 2 Use /srs , they're made by vinny for me/end pt]

⁠꒰⁠ ❓ ꒱ — Respect the soul in agony . . .

do not interact — radqueer, proship/comship/darkship or anything of the like (unless it's done completly privately and for coping reasons), people who like dark fiction (as long as they don't romantize it) aren't on the dni, strictly anti-para,

before u interact — i use u/ur or ya/yar instead of you/your often, i'm delusional with delusional attachements, coining may have themes related to: sh (without glorifiying it), ropes, paranoia, gore, violence, delusions, depression, narc rage/crashes and things of the like... please be aware of it and interact with care, i tw things tho

that's all for now... enjoy your time on this blog for know

[tangledfate]

Blog AU: Fools Gold

Major Players:

@gambling-bartender - Husker

@tangledfate - Angel Dust

Minor Players:

TBD - Valentino

Synopsis:

To celebrate the grand opening of his casino, Husker throws a masquerade ball where he meets an enchanting spider demon named Angel. After a run in with Angel's boss Valentino at the ball, Husker approaches Valentino with a proposition of money and power in exchange for Angel's company. But things get complicated when Husker chooses to present himself as another sinner rather than the overlord of the casino. What happens when his ruse is found out?

Themes:

Drama, Romance, Abuse, Toxic vs Healthy Relationships, Healing, Trauma, New Beginnings

Plotted/Discussed Threads:

Masquerade - (Angel, Husk)

Side Threads:

TBD

Related Asks:

TBD

Drabbles:

TBD

[minnesotafollower]

The Constitution of the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.)    

I am a member and non-ruling elder of Westminster Presbyterian Church (Minneapolis), which is a member of the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) denomination. The latter’s Constitution consists of the following two parts. Part I: The Book of Confessions This Book contains the following confessions: The Nicene Creed (A.D. 381) The Apostles’ Creed (A.D. 180) The Scots Confession (1560) The Heidelberg…

[dilvei]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 ( y! emperor x m! assassin reader )

yandere! emperor x male! assassin reader

warnings:

attempted murder

attempted poisoning

mentions of torture

some dubcon tumble & kissing in the sheets ey

directory: part one, part two [ coming soon ]

this definitely could've gone to a much, much darker route but instead it turned out kind of cute(?). i once had a similar idea to this one but as like a longer fic but i don't have the time for that so eat this instead y'all 🌈🌈

requested by @n4muqr

✾ | much is unknown of the current reigning emperor, dimitri, and what little is known about him is all rather rudimentary, really—merely the common knowledge shared and repeated by most already.

✾ | for instance, it is often said by the masses that dimitri is akin to a sleeping lion. a calm and quiet presence... until a single misstep is made in his presence, prompting his unbridled fury. the emperor does not merely desire perfection, he demands it with an almost relentless, crazed fervor. the emperor will not— cannot simply stand by when something in his vicinity does not reach that impeccable state.

✾ | another topic, oftenly brought up, is his cruelty. the amount of enemies dimitri has amassed on his path to the throne is not few, and those who remain are, well, tortured and tormented inside the cold dungeons for as long as they draw breath.

✾ | but none of those rumors are the ones that pique your interest in the emperor. no. what fascinates you about dimitri is the fact that he has yet to marry, and has remained so for several years of his reign, much to the utter bewilderment of his own people and his own court.

✾ | and the reason for it is so ridiculous that, the first time you heard it, you nearly topple over from laughter. the emperor is unmarried not because he is unattractive or ugly—the opposite really, if the rumors are to be believed—but because he deems that there is no one perfect enough yet to stand by his side. ridiculous, really. but what is an emperor if he is not arrogant?

✾ | still, the fact that there is no direct heir to the throne due to this is utterly hilarious to you. even more comical is the moment when, one day, you are given the task to assassinate said emperor.

✾ | you hold no loyalty for powerful men like dimitri, especially when they are reputed to be arrogant fools. and yet, curiosity stirs within you as to who issued such an order, for you are certain that you are not the only one sent to assassinate dimitri. his little brother perhaps? he is, after all, next in line to the throne.

✾ | a day after you receive the task, you simply... wait, and you remain waiting even as news of failed assassination attempts after another reaches your ears. not one assassin has succeeded, and it baffles you, really; it is either due to the emperor's extreme luck or, perhaps, his perfectionism has extended to other aspects of his life—namely, the protection that surrounds him.

✾ | so, you plan. disguising one's self to infiltrate the palace would take too long, and the likelihood of success is slim, especially given dimitri’s vigilant eye monitoring everyone’s movements. in the end, only one course of action comes to mind.

✾ | in the dead of night, you silently scale the towering walls of the palace—walls too high for most, surely, but easily surmountable for someone like you. with a mask covering the lower half of your face and more daggers than one should be permitted to carry, you ascend with ease.

✾ | landing on the balcony with barely a sound, you smile as you successfully arrive at the chambers of the arrogant emperor dimitri.

✾ | lock picking the door inside is awfully easy, and as you step into the bedroom that is almost suffocating with its golden splendor, you finally see him. you see the emperor.

✾ | dimitri is in bed, unguarded, with eyes closed and lips parted, so breathtaking to behold that, for a moment, you forget you are here to kill him, to murder him.

✾ | as you edge closer to his still body, you observe the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each soft breath. how his golden eyelashes flutter as the cold night air sweeps in from the open balcony window. it seems almost a waste to kill such beauty.

✾ | and just as you brandish your cold dagger to his neck, your other hand ready to silence his dying cries, dimitri's eyes shoot wide open, an icy gaze staring directly into you.

✾ | despite only just waking, the emperor is fast, sharp and alert, and in a blink, dimitri has already swiftly caught both your wrists with his hands in a vice-like grip, rendering you motionless as you both stare into each other’s eyes in tense silence.

"You shouldn’t be up at such an hour, Your Majesty,” you slowly quip with narrowed eyes, breaking the silence between you as you struggle to free your hands from Dimitri’s grip. Your efforts are futile; his hold on you tightens further.

No doubt, that bruises will soon bloom like dark flowers on your skin, assuming, that is, Dimitri ever lets go of his grip.

With an almost empty sharpness in his gaze, Dimitri inches his face closer to yours, his expression thin as he responds, “And you, should not wander as you wish in your emperor’s chambers. Wherever did you learn your manners, stranger?”

"Well, certainly not around here, Your Majesty.” You let out a sharp laugh before kneeing him in the stomach. But, to your surprise, you flinch instead of the emperor. It feels as though... you just kneed a solid rock.

At your failed attempt, Dimitri merely raises a brow and sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. “I must admit, this is a first. No assassin thus far has attempted to climb my palace walls only to knee me in the stomach. I must say, you do make a memorable first impression.”

"I'm flattered, Your Majesty," you say with a faux smile as you continue to struggle against his grip. Another sigh escapes the Emperor's lips.

Suddenly, perhaps finally finding himself tired of your antics, Dimitri pulls you towards him with a firm grip, effortlessly throwing you onto his bed, pinning you under him with only a hand as though you weigh nothing.

Well now, this is bad.

Dimitri hovers above you, his warm breath caressing your neck, his gaze piercing you with a cold, steely silence. Then— he rips off your mask, revealing your complete face, twisted with frustration; Dimitri's eyes seem to gleam as he notices it.

"Must you really rip it off?"

"It obscured my view of your face, oh assassin. Your mask was a hindrance to us both," he answers, voice as smooth as velvet. With his free hand, and an empty gaze that all but screams danger, Dimitri’s fingertips softly caress your face before slowly, but surely, descending to your neck. You gulp.

Before he can act in a way you do not desire—specifically, choking you lifeless beneath him—you lean forward, rising to press your lips against his in desperation.

Not for his mercy, no—heavens, no. Your lips are coated in poison, a venom strong enough to probably lull a lion into instant slumber, and soon, will render Dimitri paralyzed as well.

Unsurprisingly, or perhaps not so surprisingly—because you’ve seen it, seen the hint of desire brimming inside his eyes, a flicker that escapes the mask the Emperor puts on—Dimitri kisses you back. And if your swift brush of lips could ever be labeled as a kiss, then what Dimitri unleashed upon you could only be deemed a ravage.

He wastes no time slipping his tongue past your lips, savoring and exploring your mouth as one might indulge in a delectable, forbidden fruit. Despite your efforts, you find yourself drawn into his passion, grappling beneath him as he intensifies the kiss with each passing moment, as though melding your bodies together.

There is no room to breathe, and your head reels from the lack of air.

A bruising grip is placed on your waist as Dimitri somehow deepens the kiss further, his tongue exploring every inch of you, and as you attempt to pull away, he presses forward, biting your lip almost as a form of punishment.

A low whine escapes your throat, seemingly satisfying Dimitri as he hums softly into your mouth. Then, finally, ever so finally, he ends the kiss, leaving you gasping for air.

Tears well in your eyes as you gaze up at him, a half-smirk playing on his lips while he hovers above you, still gripping both your wrists firmly in his single hand, still unaffected by the poison after how much time has passed. How... is this be possible? Is Dimitri perhaps immune to such poison?

As realization washes over you, the half-smirk on Dimitri’s face transforms into a full one. "The poison on your lips is sweet, oh assassin," he whispers, "but in my opinion, the kiss is far, far sweeter."

"You...!"

As you prepare to kick the Emperor in his groin out of extreme frustration, he releases his grip on you, rising from the bed before straightening his attire. "You have passed, my assassin. And henceforth, you will serve me, and me alone," he announces, voice ringing clear inside your head.

You blink, letting his words sink in before narrowing your eyes at Dimitri, who is now sitting languidly on one of his many comfortable chairs in the room. “Just what are you talking about?” His words make little sense, and you feel an undying urge to hurl the nearest object right at his face.

"Who do you think orchestrated the countless assassinations on my dear self, oh assassin of mine? I seek only the finest, and while I knew no one could truly ever succeed in killing me, thus far, your attempt has been the closest."

You push yourself off the bed, striding towards him with your fists clenched. "This is all beyond ridiculous. Do you have any idea how many of us were tasked to end your life?"

"I do."

You cross your arms with a sigh. "So, what now? Is my task over?" The room is far too cold now after you have tasted the warmth that is your Emperor, and your job is clearly over, now that you have, somehow, been forcefully given a new one instead.

Dimitri responds, "You are to be my assassin. I will point the way, and you will obediently follow, with no questions asked. To kill whomever I send you to kill, to dispose of their bodies with no witnesses in sight, and to return to me when I have need of you. Is that clear?"

You roll your eyes at his arrogant tone but then nod obligingly upon seeing the slightest hint of anger in his expression. "Yes, yes. Is there anything else you require of me, Your Majesty? If not, I will be taking my leave now."

"Remain still,” he commands, and a distant part of you screams in frustration as your body effortlessly complies. He approaches you slowly, offering a small smile before placing your mask back over your face.

"When we are alone, just the two of us, I expect you to address me by my given name, my assassin.” He pauses then, lifting your chin with a finger. You tense.

"And...?" you ask back, your voice shaky.

The Emperor’s gaze flickers towards your lips, concealed beneath the mask, as he issues his last command. “That last method of yours. I forbid you from employing it on anyone else,” he muses, tightening his grip on your chin, almost painfully so.

“Your lips are reserved solely for mine.”