#Argent Night

[fedorah-the-explorah]

Jules: I want you

Carmen:

Jules: That wasn't me. Sorry.

Carmen: Who was it?

Jules:

Jules: My demons.

[booasaur]

Teen Wolf - 3x23 || Teen Wolf (2023) - Lydia saving Allison 15 years late

[rorynightshade]

does it ever just how fast

drive you the night

crazy changes

Charlie Spring edition

[little-viking-draw]

Okay keept myself from posting this long enough

Wanted to keep this secret until the guild found out ic these two have become s thing but eh

I am so proud of it and can't wait anymore xD

The nightborne demon hunter belonged to @/vrayth on Twitter ✨

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

vatican trio angst is the two of them being the same cheery goofy guys round after round after round while tesilid increasingly becomes gloomy and suicidal, weighed down by the experience of dozens of deaths that no doubt include theirs.

hestio & ephael see tesilid come home from greenwalle one day and no longer really recognise this guy anymore, what on earth happened to him? knowing him well enough that they can immediately tell that this taciturn guy is acting off, but not having any way of knowing what he went through because it all happened in a timeline you have no access to.

you're the same cheerful guys as you have always been, and the childhood friend you've stuck to since the three of you were 10 is suddenly out of reach.

he's always been standoffish but now feels different. you have no way of knowing. and he can't talk.

[youraveragecatastrophe]

[Image description : three drawings of characters from the 2019 show Carmen Sandiego, lined with black ink and colored with pencils. Carmen is wearing a striped shirt with the colors of the original Gilbert Baker flag, and she and Player are draped with a large transgender flag. They are looking at each other and smiling. Julia, her hands in her pants' pockets, wears a brown leather jacket and a horizontally-striped shirt the colors of the lesbian flag. She is looking at the viewer and smiling. Devineaux, his hands on his hips in a proud posture, wears a vintage-styled jacket in the colors of the transgender flag. /End description]

To cap off this pride month, a few of my queer headcanons for Carmen Sandiego (2019) characters!

I headcanon Player as a trans boy and Carmen as a trans woman! I also definitely think Carmen's sapphic but I don't have a more specific identity in mind for her.

Julia is a lesbian ofc. Her shirt is inspired by this retro lesbian shirt! If I had seen it before inking I would have made it an actual shirt with a collar and all but alas I saw it too late.

And I headcanon Devineaux as a trans man. His jacket was heavily based on this vintage jacket, obviously with the colors reworked. That's his new lucky coat probably.

(I have headcanons for other characters but since they're less fixed I won't talk about them here)

[mismess]

As someone who can't pirate or find a way to get good quality screencaps if the show (especially devineaux,, google images has only the crunchiest of images of him ;;) I fully support you if you decide to post your amass of screencaps lmao

Google has ONCE AGAIN let down the people that needed it most.... Maybe one day I will just drop the entire screenshot folder in a dropbox or something. In the mean time here's just a bunch of my faves(mostly Devineaux expressions) under here.

Okay bye for now <3

[lvcygraybaird]

– i don't know what i'm supposed to do...haunted by the ghost of you...take me back to the night we met

[mrdarwenstreet]

Omelas! My Highborne Warlock.

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

Random OC NSFW Asks, 2, 11 and one of your choice, for my beloved Oro and Marcos, pretty please. 👀

Sorry it took so long—I was a little stumped on the last question 🥺 well question 11 haha, I let Siri choose the random one!

2. Are they a “the socks stay on during sex” kind of person?

🌱—depends on the sex haha—I’m sure they won’t take the time to take them off if it’s in the heat of the moment (unless they are kicking them off absentmindedly). However, if its more of a planned thing, yes—they will remove their socks. They would think they look silly. Nothing else on their body but socks? How embarrassing.

👑—she would forget she was wearing them and keep them on. The only way the socks are off is if her partner takes them off for her (like the little princes she is 🙄 the spoiled thing lol) but she would become aware that they were off after haha, she wouldn’t like the feeling of walking around barefoot unless there’s super fuzzy carpet.

11. Are they attracted to anyone (specific person or just negative qualities) they really shouldn’t be?

🌱—at this point in time i will say no. Everyone right now seems pretty ‘safe’ or actions warranted 🤷‍♀️

👑—I mean hmm there’s Jake but that’s not real attraction more like weird captivation. For someone who doesn’t actually like to fight fight— there’s something oddly satisfying of being to take someone down a peg that’s going up against her. It’s the control aspect.

4. Are they more of a dom, sub, or switch? If applicable, are they a top, bottom, or vers?

(Tbh I feel like I don’t really understand what these mean😔 but I’ll try my best, if someone wants to explain to me haha)

🌱—switch, depending on who he’s with. But I can see him being okay with being told what to do. That way there’s no chance, hopefully, of messing anything up. If he is on top? I guess he would be constantly in the other persons head making sure this is what they want him to do.

👑—dom, she likes being the one to call all the shots. However she always feels like she’s on top? Because of the telepathy—she’s basically being asked the whole time if what her partner is doing is okay—from the outside it might look more like a sub situation because she’s just chilling but, she is not. Every move made made by her partner is a a proposal to her that she can mentally shut down if she’s uncomfortable. (Which is why her relationship with Julia is so turbulent. She can’t read Julia’s mind so everything she does feels very non consensual)

[shadowbrn]

christopher alexander argent jr, or c.j. if you don't want to deal with that mouthful of a name, is the only son of christopher and victoria argent, the younger brother of allison argent. he's two years younger than allison, and while the family waited to introduce her to her role in the family . . . c.j. was training to be a warrior from the age of ten, with a consistent looming threat of what would happen if he told his sister before it was time, and he never understood why he was training and she wasn't. it didn't necessarily form resentment, because he didn't want her to have to learn the stuff he did, but he hated that he had no one to bond over it with. as a hunter, c.j. is one of the best. he's a sharpshooter, he never misses ( intentionally ), but his weakness is his heart. c.j. doesn't believe in killing just to kill. he keeps this to himself because he doesn't want to piss off his family . . . but when allison takes over? he fully supports her way of running the family. it's then that c.j.'s skills really shine. while he hid them when it was essentially "kill the non humans" and he acted almost bumbling to keep innocent creatures alive, it's when they start targeting only those that intend to harm others that those around him learn that c.j. is one of the deadliest weapons the argents have.

besides hunting, c.j. is incredibly athletic. he plays lacrosse ( it's beacon hills, after all ), and he uses that as a channel for a lot of his anger and frustration at the world. c.j. isn't the best when it comes to school, but that's because for most of his school years, his spare time was split between hunter training and sports, with not a lot of focus on his education. he did enough to get by, but as long as he was doing well with his hunger stuff? he wasn't pushed. he could definitely do the work if he applied himself, but he'd rather channel his energies elsewhere.

[animemaniac-fangirl02]

Thesilid

Thesilid

Lid ➡ Leed

Leed ➡ Reed

Isn't that technically a nickname?

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

OKAY I CAN DO THE TAG GAMES NOW

and for once i'll actually make my own post for it instead of reblogging one because i was tagged twice so i'll do like somebody did on the other one and just post double the songs

because that's actually a very good excuse to post more than what it asks for and i love having excuses for good things

@jeanclaudevandammes and @hellbent-for-metal thank you for tagging!!! (checks 100 times to make sure i tagged the right urls and didn't misread before i post this)

in no particular order, here are 10 of my current favorite songs(which might change soon partially because i'm in the process of discovering MORE):

name of the game - badfinger

liar - argent (original version of the three dog night cover)

blodwyn - badfinger

god gave rock and roll to you - argent (original version of the kiss cover)

timeless - badfinger

like honey - argent

since you've been gone - russ ballard (original version of the rainbow cover)

celebration - argent

dance in the smoke - argent

be free - argent

bonus 11th song: chained - argent (because the VOICE)

i tag EVERYONE to throw songs around

[little-viking-draw]

Elune approve of Demon Hunters Woop!

[xijura]

I'm rewatching teen wolf and I don't know if it's just me, but I feel like Isaac being into Allison makes no sense whatsoever.

Allison makes sense in the situation: she wants a rebound as she still loves Scott but wants to keep her distance and Isaac is the closest thing, I guess. But the other way around just baffles me. She stabbed him. And not in the fun way. But more importantly, she shot like twelve arrows into Boyd and Erica after being completely fine with them being tortured in her basement... He is the loyal type, the type to not forgive someone for hurting people he cares about so if he wants the twins dead soooo bad for 'killing' Braeden and almost beat Ethan to death after seeing Scott's injury... I can't imagine what in the name of logic would make him want to date or sleep with Allison...

I'm never getting over this.

[kittlesandbugs]

Friendly sparring (AO3 Link) Fandom/Pairing: FHR / Argentstep Word Count: 2084 Warnings: Nothing much, just gals being pals and getting a little out of control Summary: Lady Argent invites Sidestep to HQ late one night to do some sparring.  Things heat up pretty quickly in more ways than one.

You're both giggling as Argent leads you by the hand through the dark halls of the Rangers HQ, no trace of resistance at breaking and entering. Is it really breaking in though, if the security system lets you in like old friends at her whim? Legality in the eye of the beholder, as with most things in Los Diablos. 

"You sure about this?" The lights come on automatically with the heavy *thunk* of an industrial breaker as you enter. A quick glance around reveals no windows; you should be safe from prying eyes. 

As safe as you can be with her. 

"Afraid of how bad I'm about to kick your ass?" she asks like she's the mind reader as she pads onto the mat. 

"No!" you say, maybe a little too strongly, as you kick your shoes and socks off and follow her to the center. 

Maybe you're a little afraid, but you aren't admitting that to her, not ever. You're hampered without your armor, even if she's sworn not to use claws. Telepathy hasn't officially been taken off the table, but you can't exactly feign ignorance to her feelings on the matter. Maybe if you stay subtle, you can use it if you need it. She may have other tricks herself. You still don't know the limits to her capabilities. 

She bounces lightly on her feet, the look in her eyes devilish with her sharp grin. She doesn't believe your protest at all; you don't even need to try to see that much. 

A flash of silver is all the warning you get before she's on you. Duck under the punch, your own at her jaw, she deflects, counters with a kick you're a hair too slow stepping back from. It gets you in the side. Not hard, she's pulling her blows. 

Makes sense with her strength, but it still pisses you off like Herald does when he's holding back. You'll show her you're not to be played with, armored or not. 

Looping an arm around her ankle before she can withdraw, you jump back. She goes down hard on her back, breaks the force with a slap on the mat. Her foot flows out of your grasp, and she kips up with a grin. 

"Want to play rough, do you?" 

You cross your arms and glower. "Don't go easy on me just because I'm not armored. Neither of us get better that way."

She rolls her shoulders and arches her back in a stretch. "Ricardo always said you didn't mess around with sparring. Even if he did kick your ass nine times out of ten."

"And who's kicking whose ass now?" 

"You haven't had a rematch yet." She rolls her mercurial eyes. "And kicking Herald's ass all the time is hardly an achievement."

"Who said I was talking about Herald?" 

A wicked grin, teeth sharp enough to cut. "You haven't actually beaten me yet either."

"Maybe. But I can say the same about you."  Your stalemates have cut it very close though. You've been lucky. Probably too lucky. 

"Today's the day, then." 

She lunges for a grab, intent just barely giving you a headstart to counter. You let her make contact and drop your weight as she latches onto your arms, down onto your back, send her flying with a kick and roll back up to find her doing the same. 

"Not bad," she laughs, mind bright with pleased surprise you don't even have to make an effort to read. Did she think this would be too easy without your armor enhancements? Rude. "How about this?" 

A swipe like her claws are out. You duck, counter with a fist to her solar plexus, and that's like punching a wall. She grins and strikes back with a punch that glances off your cheek as you sidestep (hah) and drop to sweep her legs. She jumps back, lunges forward, grabs your collar as you rise. If her claws were out, she'd have shredded it. She dips around behind you, grabbing and pinning one of your arms against your back as her other hand releases your collar and coils around your neck. 

"Gotcha." You can hear the smirk in her voice, lips grazing your ear. 

"That's what you think," you growl, sinking your weight into your feet. Snap your head back into her nose. She swears, grip loosens. Drop, twist and duck into the crook of her arm, check her with your hip to knock her off balance, throw her over your shoulder. 

A normal person would have had their nose broken. You know because you accidentally broke Ortega's once when he snuck up behind you. Her face is perfectly unmarred and unbloodied as she rolls over with a low snarl. She definitely felt that though. Still feeling it, mind rough and sharp and angry, swarming like bees. 

She climbs back to her feet, staring you down as she paces around. You turn with her. No more getting around behind you. A moment where she tenses and then—

Fast!  

You duck and roll and backpedal from another strike. Fuck, she definitely means business now, and without your armor boosting you to keep up, you need an edge. 

You reach with your mind as you make more distance and slide in following an eddie. You don't need to go deep, surface level, just a little twist using the mirror reflection to your left to screw with her perception of where you are, and she manages to stop dead before colliding with it. 

You close the distance when she shakes your illusion loose from her head. 

"Did you just—" She's cut off by your foot in her gut, sending her several stumbling steps back. Caught her before her skin could harden for once. 

"Maybe," you half-admit, because the swarming of her mind knows it. Lying would just piss her off more. 

"Don't think that's going to work again," she growls, sharp teeth bared, eyes unnerving, no longer unmarred silver. 

Twice more she almost gets you and twice more, you squeak an escape. Telepathy doesn't cut it anymore, with her onto your little tricks. You don't want her to know all of them anyway, just in case. She's getting even angrier. Even faster. There's little you can do but stay on the evasive, waiting for an opening. Light glints off her fingertips. Light dies in the six little pupils that emerged after your telepathic stunt.

And then her ankle catches yours and tears it into the air as she crows, "Got you!" 

Your back hits the mat and she's on you, quick as a lightning strike. Hands take yours, pin them above your head as she straddles your chest. Her size always hides her weight advantage, denser than flesh. A cool shifting teases against your wrists as her left changes shape to hold them and her right comes down to rest lightly around your throat. You flex your hands and they're both trapped, tied together, and held easily with her strength. Her claws rasp against your tender skin, not cutting, but not far from it despite promises made to keep them sheathed. 

You haven't exactly played fair either. 

Her lips curl into a Cheshire cat grin as you swallow against her palm, throat suddenly dry as a bone stripped clean. Not a comforting image to have with her. Only one thing in her mind and it's you, flushed and panting and trapped at her mercy. Six little pinpricks bore down into your eyes as she leans her face in close, silver skin picking up your tawny browns and the navy of the mats. 

"Are you finally ready to give up?" 

You nod slowly, carefully. 

"Say it," she hisses, fingers tightening, claws threatening. 

"You win," you say, almost a whisper. You aren't sure if the waver in your voice can be attributed to concern for your tender throat or the fluttering in your chest. You aren't sure you want to dig into how close this is to your fantasies. 

"Good girl," she purrs low, pressing her lips to your cheek, a panther sheathing her claws as her grip relaxes. 

Oh.  

That hits you like a punch to the gut. Heat that was already coiling in your gut slithers its way up to your cheeks as you squirm in her grip, finding no purchase, no escape. 

Who are you kidding exactly? How much do you really want to? 

Her grin turns delighted, a peel of laughter falls from her lips. What's she see that's so— oh fuck, she can see it, the heat working its way through you. You could see it on Ortega through her strange eyes when you peeked in her memories. She can see it in you too, and you doubt she'll let you forget it anytime soon. 

You open your mouth to spit out a denial or deflection or you don't know what, and it stops mattering because her lips meet yours as she slides off your torso to lounge beside you. Between her hand trailing its way down your chest and her tongue tangling with yours, any attempt at coherent thought slips through your bound grasp like mist. 

She lets you come up for air eventually, releases your hands, and her fingers toy with the drawstring of your sweatpants. Her wolfish smirk could put even Ortega to shame. 

You can't find it in you to look away or pull away. Instead you relax, sink into the mats' embrace, and leave your hands where she left them. You know better than to touch uninvited, especially when she's riled up. She draws closer, lips ghosting your jawline as anticipation shivers down your spine. Eyes back to normal, pure liquid silver for now. 

"Ready to switch gears?" she asks, voice honeyed like the sweetest of poisons. 

Just as you start to accept and drink it down, a throat clears in the doorway. Argent's hand darts out from under your waistband like she'd been stung. Both your heads whip around to the door to find Chen leaning against the frame, arms crossed, nonplussed. 

Fuck, how long has he been standing there? He's too quiet, too shielded, for you to pick up without focus. Dangerous. You're getting too sloppy for this. 

"What are you doing here?" Argent demands, as sharp as her teeth. Thoughts teaming to the surface, searching for the trap amidst the chum. No one is supposed to be here this late.  No one was here. When did he arrive? 

"The mayor needed a report expedited."

"We don't answer to her."

"We don't," he agrees with a nod. "But a little favor doesn't hurt relations now and then."

She has nothing to say to that, and it sounds like an argument they've had before. The silence drags on between the three of you, no one moving until he once again breaks spell. 

"So," he not-quite drawls, "what's this, then?" 

"Training." Argent glares, daring him to say otherwise. 

"Ah," he says, and you can see something in his sharp gaze that makes you nervous. "Is this how you plan to deal with Reckoning then?" 

Oh he did not just— don't. Don't fucking react, stay neutral, stay cool. 

"Are you implying something, Chen?" you ask, meeting his stare level and hard, your voice just this side of steady. Also daring him to say otherwise. 

"I wouldn't dream of it." He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. "Now get out of here. You both know civilians —" Oh, you can hear the air quotes there. "—aren't allowed in restricted areas."

You pull yourself up off the mat slowly, languidly, like a cat that knows there's no consequences coming. Argent is already on her feet, leading the way as you collect your shoes and slide by him with one last pointed look that he meets. The arch in his eyebrow says he knows. But he hasn't come out and said it. You're almost certain he hasn't told Ortega though. Ortega wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut about it. What is Chen's game? 

A thought for another time. Argent takes your hand as you round the corner out of his sight and breaks into a relieved giggle. It's contagious, though you half choke on yours. It's getting harder and harder to keep up the civilian act in public. Innocence in the eye of the beholder, though "reality" is quite malleable in the hands of a telepath. 

Except when it comes to Ortega. How long until he figures out who you are, too?