#(morse code)

[morseelvis]

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[morseelvis]

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Whoa Mama should I keep my catchphrase as whoa mama or change it to vroom mama?

@extremely-fucking-evil-elvis @gladys-official @elvis-official-impersonator @elvis-official @godzilla-elvis @animatronic-lion-elvis @stitch-elvis @catgirl-presley @emo-presley

[snail-friend]

I think Cap should be allowed to swear. But only in morse. He's smiling and nodding and chatting happily to another leaguer while in a bad mood, tip tap tapping away with a finger tip on the table. The ones who understand Morse are giving him increasingly horrified looks but he's not even LOOKING at them.

[forgrtashes-blog]

It's been a while since I've drawn something with... this much detail, lol.

Not really happy with how Julie's face turned out but the rest of the drawing looks just fine to me, so far! you know how an artist's perspective on their art varies so crazy :-)

Anyway, yeah, this has no context at all (maybe). Give it the one you want yourselves.

[deadpool1763492]

Morse Code in Spectrogram of the Weirdmageddon 1A Lofi Track

The morse code translates to "Remember Euclydia"

I'll probably scrub through the rest of the tracks in the morning, but here's this in the meantime

[scavengedluxury]

Austro-Hungarian morse code station in transit, Italy, 1917. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

[justcallmeleoo]

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More Fanart! @dorriostareyes @michaelscorneroftheinternet

he's holding dynamite now :D

don't ask why (i couldn't make the bomb look right in his hand)

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[mrsnishimuraaa]

its pulsing his name in morse code 👅👅🫦🫦

pls bae come home to the kids 😼

[literatureloverx]

Could you make yandere prisoner fyodor x prisoner reader? From meursault arc??

Such a nice request! ♥️ (Also… I’m so sorry it took me so long!) I wrote a scenario since you didn’t specifically mention which format. ♥️

Fyodor x fem!reader

prisoner reader, Meursault arc, Fyodor being himself, yandere-ish (it’s Fyodor…).

Fyodor’s attention shifted from the pages of his book, his pale fingers pausing for the briefest of moments as his deep violet eyes settled on you. The words on the page blurred as his mind, sharp and calculating, turned toward the enigma that had appeared before him.

You were a curious thing, lost in a world that was not your own, fumbling in the shadows of a place like Meursault. He let his gaze linger, silently studying you—your delicate presence, standing out in a way that unsettled the grim, oppressive atmosphere of the prison.

Who are you?

You were not an ADA agent, that much was certain. And yet, you didn’t seem like someone who belonged here at all. The prison, with its cold, dark corners and the fetid stench of hopelessness, should have been a place for the irredeemable, the broken. But you? There was a spark in you, something that betrayed your outward appearance of meekness.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as you blinked, an ordinary enough action—but not quite. There was a pattern to it, a rhythm that immediately caught his attention. It wasn’t a simple blink of fatigue; no, it was something more deliberate. A message.

How quaint.

His lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. He watched, intrigued, as the message unfolded, the delicate taps of your eyes telling him everything he needed to know. Morse code.

He sat up a little straighter, his fingers lightly grazing the edges of the book he had abandoned, the pages still and silent now. His gaze never wavered from you.

Fyodor’s lips parted slightly as a cold smirk tugged at his mouth. How interesting. What could you possibly know about him to seek him out in this way?

His gaze hardened, as if savoring the challenge you had unwittingly placed before him. He could see through the cracks in your carefully constructed exterior—you were no ordinary prisoner.

No, you were here for him.

A cute little mouse, venturing into the den of a predator, unaware that it was already ensnared. There was a delicate beauty in your folly, a naïve courage that made him lean forward slightly, an ever-present amusement dancing in his eyes.

Every inch of him was drawn to the puzzle you presented. Your attempts to reach him, to break through the silence of this forsaken place, were not lost on him. And now that he had noticed, now that his attention was fixed on you, there was no escape.

He watched you, his gaze sharp as a blade, and let the silence stretch between you both, thick with unspoken words. You had invited him into your little game, and now it was his turn to decide how it would play out.

Oh, how delightful.

The air in the cell is heavy with tension, each breath you take a quiet, deliberate action, as you try to gather your thoughts. Fyodor’s gaze is unwavering, his violet eyes never leaving you. The silence between you stretches, thickening as he studies you, his fingers delicately brushing the edges of his book, as though the pages are no more than a mere distraction from the game unfolding before him.

You had hoped for a response, had silently prayed that your attempt at communication would not go unnoticed. And then, a subtle shift—his fingers move, tapping lightly against the wall. The pattern is familiar, the rhythmic beat a language you understand all too well.

Morse code.

Your heart skips a beat. He’s answering you.

You watch him intently, your breath shallow, as you try to keep up with his deliberate message. Each tap seems to echo louder in your mind, as if to remind you that this moment is unlike anything you’ve encountered before.

His message is calm, controlled, and yet, there’s an underlying thread of something more dangerous, more enticing. Your pulse quickens as the realization hits: he knows exactly what you’re trying to do.

You feel a chill run through you, but it’s not fear—it’s something far more complex, a curious sense of thrill. You had sought him out, reached through the silence to this man who felt so impossibly distant, and yet, now that he’s noticed, now that his attention is entirely fixed on you, you can’t bring yourself to look away.

And then, as if the tension in the room wasn’t enough, the door to the cell rattled open, revealing a new cell that seemed to materialise out of nowhere.

Your gaze shifts instinctively.

Dazai.

“Looks like I’ve found a little gathering. How delightful.”

Your heart races, and for the briefest of moments, you wonder if you’ve made a mistake by reaching out to them. But then, Fyodor’s fingers tap again, a soft rhythm against the stone wall, as though to remind you that the game is far from over.

His fingers tap once more, the sound sharp and deliberate. Let the game of prison break begin.

[thatsbelievable]

[thjbbrwcky]

“Haiku” by Tally Hall ❤️💛💚💙🩶

[evtsev]

AGPC_DVD_140625.

B&W ver.

[cristaformanimations]

[clopiya]

silent salt you can't just say that

[nameko-nick]

Had to make an animatic of this audio- I love how silent Wally is for the most of it pfft

CW: Scopophobia/staring