#Klieg

[ne0nwithazero]

His muse

[stunfiskz]

@ne0nwithazero compared these two dorks to team rocket at some point and i had a vision LOL be prepared for the longest most insufferable complimentary opening monologues of your life

[glitch-the-artist]

THE FILMING BOYS

Idk why but I suddenly feel motivated again to draw, lmfao.

Klieg is owned by @ne0nwithazero

[bzfjjnz4e9n8]

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[cleowho]

“I set you free!”

The Tomb of the Cybermen - season 05 - 1966

[maggyoutthere]

@ne0nwithazero only brilliant ideas 💡🎞

[gummy-worms-in-my-brain]

@ne0nwithazero Klieg,.,,,, sobbing crying sniffling even,.,,,

[salamifuposey]

a lil something I did for @ne0nwithazero (ne0nbandit!) of Klieg in time for this one Secret Santa event as a sneak surprise alongside the intended SS gift for someone!! his design was fun, even if hard because he has four arms hhe 📽️🎞️💕 still a jolly time pulling this one up <3

[thursdaymurderbub]

[smallgodseries]

[image description: Against the Klieg lights of a dark city, the glowing bright eyes of this sneering night stalker are in direct contrast to his extravagantly silly, er… ‘eccentric’ rubber (or is it leatherette?) headgear. Text reads, “64, The Scowl ~ The Small God: Vigilante Headgear”]

It’s raining in Dark City. 

It’s always raining in Dark City. Urban legend says the clouds cleared once and the sun broke through, on a Thursday afternoon in the middle of July. Men vomited, women wept, non-binary people fled shrieking from the light, and a surprising (not surprising) percentage of the city’s population was revealed to be vampires looking for a safe refuge. 

The streets are silver in the moonlight, barely brightened by the glow of street lamps that haven’t been cleaned since the industrial revolution. People hurry, their coat collars popped high, their hats drawn low, their hands oddly empty of umbrellas. There’s no point in Dark City. Umbrella or no, you always wind up getting wet. 

The sound of screams splits the night, shrill and insistent, and what seemed to be a gargoyle on a nearby rooftop straightens and springs into action, revealing itself to be a lithe, long-limbed man who is inexplicably wearing skin tight gray spandex while he does his evening parkour. No one who sees him bats an eye. He is justice. He is the law. 

He is a private citizen with no legal authority or training in conflict de-escalation. Dark City has never had a police shooting. The police are too busy helping the criminals—many of whom had to be bussed in from other communities; the people of Dark City are smart enough to choose safer professions, like lion-taming or shark-fluffing—through their recovery and rehab. 

Somehow, they never seem to catch The Scowl. Even though he seems like he’d be fairly easy to find, they’re all too scared to put the hours in. Last year he paralyzed a man for tax evasion, and broke another’s legs because he’d been seen jaywalking. 

The people of Dark City are afraid. But when asked why they don’t leave, they shrug and ask, “Have you seen his hat? Cool hat like that, he must be a good guy. 

“He must be on our side.” 

He’s not.

[ne0nwithazero]

Filmmaking with the Fun Gang!

[stunfiskz]

gay scarf trade… @ne0nwithazero

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 2 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Tomb of the Cybermen

Synopsis

The TARDIS arrives on the planet Telos, where an Earth archaeological expedition led by Professor Parry is trying to uncover the lost tombs of the Cybermen. With a lot of help from the Doctor, the archaeologists enter the tombs. There, one of the party, Klieg, reveals himself and his business partner, Kaftan, to be planning to revive the Cybermen.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Terror of the Autons

Synopsis

The Earth is endangered by a renegade Time Lord known as the Master, who steals a dormant Nestene energy unit from a museum. He reactivates it using the facilities of a radio telescope, then uses his hypnotic abilities to take control of a small plastics manufacturer, Farrel Autoplastics, where he organises the production of deadly Auton artefacts, including plastic dolls, chairs and daffodils.

Propaganda

the worlds ugliest doll, a blow up chair eats a man, 10/10, would watch again (anonymous)

[lifeinpoetry]

I hate to incon- venience anyone—except my mother and father, whose false good names I have ruined. I moved to New York City for its thousands of windows lit in the dark, the happy families I was constellating. But after I hauled my parents’ names through small Klieg lights like white mud— in my 78th year, my eyes opened a little wider to the suffering of others.

— Sharon Olds, from "When I Looked Out," Balladz

[lullabyes22-blog]

Mal de Mer - Ch: 3 - Treasure (Part I)

Summary:

A high-seas honeymoon. Two adversaries, bound by matrimony. A future full of peril and possibility. And a word that neither enjoys adding to their lexicon: Compromise.

War was simpler business…

Part of the 'Forward But Never Forget/XOXO' AU. Can be read as a standalone series.

Thank you for the graphics @lipsticksandmolotovs<3

Mal de Mer on AO3

Mal de Mer on FFnet

Snippet:

"You are," Silco says, with a degree of wryness, "scheming."

"Takes one to know one."

"I never scheme. I merely plan ahead."

"Same difference."

"Scheming requires an adversary. Planning, a vision."

"And what's yours?"

A corner of his mouth curls. "Good try."

Mel sighs. He is always maddeningly closemouthed about his agenda. It will take more than pretty prattle to pry the details loose. The only clues she can glean are from his choice of attire—and his critique of her boots.

Whatever his plan, it involves getting their feet wet.

Mel is wary. But she knows better than to fill the silence with futile queries. He proffers his arm; she takes it. Together, they stroll down the promenade deck. After a week confined to the cabin, the sea air is a heady tonic. The loose weave of her dress is a kiss against her skin. She is still lit up like a klieg-light: her body hot and hyperaware after the morning's exertions.

She seldom, as rule, makes love in the daytime. To her way of thinking, the act, in sunlight, loses some of its artistry. Everything reduced to the crudest mechanics. Every flaw in full relief. Even Jayce had been his loveliest in the twilight. All shadow, all suggestion.

With Silco, daylight is fast becoming her favorite hour. Like the sun-warmed vista, she is all sensation.

[gcldfanged]

@monstersmade:

Ruluf was a man of many talents; a brilliant Turk and a desperately sought after bodyguard before that. Born and raised in Wallmarket, few could match how easily he took to violence, and his capacity for dirty fighting. Perhaps it was his time working with the Turks that had taken a slight edge off, or perhaps Jae had just picked a very good moment to strike - because he caught him off guard with a blow that sent him to his knees. "Oi! Get fucked, Jae! What was that for?!"

Yoon thought he would have been over it by now. Jules was right- It was over with and he hadn't come out worse for wear aside from some bruising.

Ah, but he personally knew how it could have all gone horribly wrong.

Suddenly he was fourteen years old again, snot-nosed and sobbing. Heavy footfalls echoed against corrugated metal and concrete walls and massive silhouettes cast long shadows that oozed across the ground like tar from the devil’s hooves himself. Light flooded his vision from a klieg and he'd raised his head, blinking and squinting against the harsh blue florescent bulb covered with crisscrossed wires and fat black buzzing mosquitoes.

"You could have asked me for help, y'know- It would have been easy: Just cut some fucker's fingers off and call it a day once we found who you were looking for. But your stupid ass thought up some dumb as shit plan involving Jules getting fucking drugged and snatched?"

He doesn't care if he's freaking out, he doesn't care if Ruluf is pissed as Hell, he just shoves the other Turk's chest roughly and glares so hard a lesser man would've spontaneously combusted from the sheer shame of it all.

"He could've been branded, ASSHOLE! Or has the top-sider life gotten to your head so much, you magically forgot how things work in our line of business."