#all da wires...........

[meowchela]

some music stamps i made for my neocities based on some personal favorite albums/songs of mine! can you guess which two were requests from a friend?

f2u, no credit nessecary!

[anothermonikan]

Today's one W: playing viddy games with friends actually cleared my processes a bit and it was revealed to me what was bothering me so badly. So I then decided that what was bothering me was actually really silly and decided I shouldn't be bothered by it anymore because there's nothing I can do about it. Yay <3

[nomaishuttle]

by the time i finish decorating my sims apartment ill literally be moved into my irl apartment

[kkusuka]

i haven't written anything for nikolai so you guys have no idea how much i need him. I WANNA FUCK ON HIM. anyway.

being an engineer for the SAS was not in your life plan, so being an SAS engineer working on a ex-soviet soldier's chopper while he less than subtly checks you out was even farther away from your plan, yet somehow that is exactly where you landed.

"ok, um-everything looks ok with the engine, so you should be all good to keep flying. just make sure you don't leave so much time between check-ups next time."

"ah, thank you, malyshka. i should take your number then, da? to call you about check-ups?" his grin is nothing less than shit-eating as he stalks closer to where you're standing.

and you're by no means the best person for this job, there are dozens of guys that have done this for years- you just got called in for the day-"oh! well, i'm uh not super goo with this stuff, you can just tell Mrs. Laswell and she can send one of the-"

"no malyshka, you've done so well for me today. i don't trust many people in my hangar, it has to be you. so your number?"

and you don't know if it's on purpose (it is) but nikolai manages to call you every time he fly’s back to base (it's like his little reward for making it back) because something has gone wrong with his helicopter (he keeps disconnecting random wires that won’t affect the actual helicopter but still needs his little malyshka attention to fix).

[quicksweetdreamer]

I really love how in Dan Da Dan, Okarun is sooooooooooo insecure that basically every single thing that happens makes him believe that Momo will stop being his friend.

(And isn’t that relatable af my dear socially awkward, low self-esteem friends?)

But Momo… Momo is always seeking out Okarun, always trying to include him, always wanting to talk to him and be with him.

And it’s so obvious to us, the viewers, that Momo loves Okarun soooo much, that she loves talking about aliens and ghosts with him! But it’s not to him! At all!!!

And not in a "oh it’s anime, of course the main guy won’t notice how the girl loves him" way, but in a "this guy really thinks that he’s unlikable and he’s wired to believe that everyone will leave him eventually" way.

Like… when Jiji shows up and Okarun sees how cool he looks and Grandma tells him that he’s Momo’s first love… he immediately thinks "That’s it. We’re done. She’ll never want to stay with me now that HE is here…". He’s jealous and he’s so scared that they’re "still in love". He thinks she’ll go out with Jiji, that she’ll stop liking the supernatural and only do things Jiji likes…

Meanwhile Momo is all like "why the FUCK is Jiji here? Okarun, help me get rid of him." And while they do bond over Jiji’s story, she very clearly doesn’t like him like that. She’s STILL seeking out Okarun, and she obviously won’t stop liking the supernatural because, yes, it’s something she likes to share with Okarun, but it’s also something that, by now, she likes period. It’s something they have in common and no pretty boy is gonna change that!

And it’s not just Jiji that’s threatening Okarun and Momo’s friendship in his mind, it’s everything. Everything he does, everything he says, every moment where he thinks he failed at something… because he’s just got no self-esteem at all.

Thankfully, Momo’s very vocal and straightforward about how he needs to stop pushing people away all the time, and even though sometimes she teases him a little too much, she’s got good intentions. She keeps doing and saying little things to reassure him. Like the whole "see you tomorrow" thing or how she goes out of her way to eat with him, how she always asks for his opinion or his help (like every time Aira says something batshit crazy, she always asks him "she’s still on with this shit?" It’s a detail, but I just love it so much). And Okarun didn’t change his whole mindset just because his new friend told him that he should "stop with the self-loathing already" two or three times. Something like that is obviously buried deep and it takes time and work to change and I love that they didn’t just make him suddenly all confident and shit.

Gosh I love this batshit insane anime and these crazy characters and their wonderful relationships!!!!

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: sam monroe x f!reader

FLUFF .°˖`

"Okay. Stand still man.”

SAM MONROE had been crouched down on the living room rug for over ten minutes. His legs started to feel the effect of it after first seconds; sn uncomfortable, shooting pain going right to his knees. Yet, he kept himself be still like some stupid statue. He bit down at the corner of his mouth in concentration,.adjusting the little clip that secured the micro cam beneath Vinnie’s sunhat. It was a cheap lil spy cam from eBay that barely worked, but Sam had rigged it with duct tape, wire and a hot glue gun he borrowed from his mom's drawer. Anything for this moment. Sam watched too many short videos of little shits running around with the lil camera filming their faces from this weird yet funny angle.

“Alright,” Sam mumbled, giving the cap a tug to center the lens. “It’s all set up. You ready to film the most amazing documentary of the decade?”

“Yeth.” he mumbled between the bite from his rice puff

Vincent had no idea what he agreed to.

“Perfect,” Sam muttered and gently twisted him around by his shoulders. “Go! Go live your little life!” Vincent didn’t need more than that. He took off wobbling towards the backyard, an absolute cutesy expression of his little face appearing on the screen of the camera.

“HIII!!” Vincent screamed into the wind at absolutely nothing. Then camera tilted. There was a quick shot of his own nostrils. He stumbled. Regained balance. Spun in a circle and clapped. It looked like found footage from Baby Cloverfield.

All day long, that camera captured every stupidly adorable thing he did. A 2-minute stretch of him chasing a butterfly with all the gasping of a little kid. There was also a 45 seconds of him staring deeply at a patch of moss. A sudden intermission where he peed his pants, screaming «da pickle» with «thammy» going in between. Sam kind of destroyed the next five minutes. And the last solid 10 minutes were of vinnie talking to a rock..

Hours later, when Vinnie was already sleeping deep in his bed, when Sam's family household was all quiet and dark, he took you to watch the at least eight hour video of your son just..living. You were snuggly sitting next to him in your shared bed, all curled up in his hoodie, under the thin material of the summer's blanket.

Sam was extremely invested in watching. There was nothing that could tear him away from the bright blue screen. Time to time your eyes moved to his side profile, and each time, you'd see his lips twitch upwards in what you swore was the softest smile of Sam Monroe.

But god forbid you unlock your phone when it buzzed. He immediately shot you a disapproved expression.

“...Are you serious right now?”

“Babe I’m listening I just—”

“Wow. No, that’s crazy. That’s actually insane.” he paused the video like you just insulted his firstborn child to his face. Which. Technically. You kinda did. In his mind.

“I understand its a baby POV video but he was looking at ants for six minutes straight!”

“Yeah. That’s the point. It’s called observation, babe. Look it up. Maybe then you'd understand the beauty of what's before your eyes”

You tried to hold back a laugh, but as soon as Sam saw how your lips twitched, he already turned the laptop slightly away from you in the most passive-aggressive dramatic move ever “Fine. You don’t deserve to see what he does next. You don’t get to witness the strawberry part. The ant carries it away and it’s symbolic. But go ahead. Check TikTok or whatever.”

“Samuel.”

“No. Go ahead, go look at your little phone. While your son gets to be an actor."

"C'mon, please..I was just joking" you put your phone away "look, I no longer have it. All my attention is on the amazing video that was made thanks to you"

"Save it."

Although it took only five seconds for him to cave in because he simply couldn't help himself to lean in and whisper-

“...Okay but look how he claps. Like actually watch this part. Look.”

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[to-the-stars8]

The Waynes' Nanny

Batfamily and Reader/ Bruce Wayne x Reader Chapters Ao3

Three's a Crowd

Saying the kids loved Harvey would have been an understatement. They swarmed him like fire to dry hay. Of course, Harvey indulged every one of their whims, despite your repeated reminders that he didn’t have to.

But he’d just shrug, a smile tugging at his lips. “They’re my favorite kids. Who else am I supposed to spoil?” As he said it, you could’ve sworn there was a look in his eyes—a silent tease saying that you could have been the one being spoiled.

Your heart stuttered for half a second before you pushed the thought away. It had been a while since you’d been on the receiving end of a man’s attention, and DA Harvey Dent was exactly the type of man you’d been waiting for. Tall, dark, and obscenely handsome—kind of like Bruce, but with less money and definitely not your employer. 

 Since the kids were around, you tried not to play into his flirtation. At least not openly. A few coy smiles, a lingering glance—just enough to let him know you weren’t opposed. It wasn’t until after dinner when the kids were finally tucked into bed with Uncle Harvey’s help, that you thought you might finally get a moment alone with him.

Except, Bruce had other plans. 

Like sticky paper, he stuck close, seamlessly inserting himself into every moment. Every time Harvey tried to flirt, Bruce rerouted the conversation, spinning some ridiculous childhood story about the two of them. You played along, smiling, laughing at all the right moments, but inside, you wished he’d be called away for something—anything. Harvey, now and then, would pass you a knowing glance. The tension had been building up all night, and you couldn’t wait for it to spill over. 

As if on cue, salvation arrived in the form of Alfred, stepping out onto the terrace where the three of you stood. 

“Master Bruce,” he began, ever the picture of refinement. You would never quite get over the fact that Alfred called a man in his thirties Master. “There is a telephone call for you.”

Bruce swirled the champagne in his glass. “Can I answer it later?” 

“I’m afraid it’s a business call, sir.”

Something flickered across Bruce’s face, too quick to catch. For a second, you thought he might snap at Alfred, but then, just as fast, he smoothed it over with a dashing smile. “Excuse me.”

The second the door clicked shut behind him, you turned to find Harvey had already closed the space between you. 

“So, when are you gonna let me take you on a date?” His voice was lower now, the playful lilt edged with something heavier.

You smiled coyly. “Try that again. You’re sounding too much like a DA.”

Harvey leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “Let me take you on a date.”

A slow shiver danced down your spine as you looked up at him through your lashes. He was close—closer than you’d allowed all evening. If it weren’t for the very real possibility of Bruce or the kids walking outside, you might have given in to the temptation to close what little space remained.

Instead, you reached for his tie, running your fingers along the fabric, pretending to inspect the pattern. “Even the kids know how to say please.”

Harvey smirked. “Please let me take you on a date, Nan?”

Your lips parted slightly as you glanced up at him. This was the part where your heart should have been racing, where anticipation should have crackled in the air like a live wire. Instead, it felt…off.

A scent curled into your senses—his cologne, too strong, too sharp. Overpowering in a way that almost stung. You liked subtle smells.

Bruce had a nice subtle smell. 

His cologne was rich but understated, something warm—amber and faintly floral. Harvey smelled like he was trying too hard.

You barely had time to unpack that thought a little more before the terrace door swung open. Sighing, you looked over to find Bruce sauntering toward you, the faintest trace of a smirk playing on his lips

“Nan, Damian needs you,” he said, stepping aside as if giving you no choice but to move past him.

You thinned your lips. He could have easily handled it. You didn’t miss the fact that he had chosen not to. Looking back at Harvey, you said, “I’m free Saturday night.”

Bruce’s brow lifted slightly. “You are?”

You and Harvey ignored him. “Great. Pick you up at seven?” 

“Make it eight. Gotta put the kids to bed,” You teased with a wink. 

“Eight then,” Harvey agreed, swooping down to kiss your cheek.

You expected your heart to flutter. Instead, it barely stirred. The realization settled in the back of your mind like a drop into still water—small, but rippling outward. Harvey was nice and polite. Good enough to overlook his cologne. Good enough for a date. But as Bruce watched you go, his gaze unreadable, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t Harvey’s attention that had been making your pulse quicken all night.

Harvey shrugged, glancing at Bruce. “You said you didn’t care if I dated your nanny, remember?”

Bruce’s jaw tensed, but he kept his expression neutral as he looked back toward the door. He had said that.

So why did he suddenly care so much now?

[rottenpumpkin13]

one of soldier either genesis or kunsel maybe decides to try to capture cait sith to dissect him and figure what his fucking deal is how does it go

*Zack finds Kunsel elbow-deep in the back of a limp Cait Sith, wires everywhere*

Zack: What the hell are you doing??

Kunsel: See?? See?! I told you this thing was a robot! And you all said I was insane!

Zack: Maybe because you also think Sephiroth's real dad is a missing Turk named Vincent Valentine who turned into a bat and lives in a coffin?

Cait Sith: Aye, the bastard Hojo shot 'im square in the chest, but 'e lived! He's Sephiroth's da, alright. And he's comin' home. Ye think that jawline came from Hojo? Dinnae be daft. There's bets goin' 'round the Turk lounge aboot it. Reno's slapped fifty gil on Valentine crawlin' out his coffin t' challenge Hojo tae a duel in the Shinra cafeteria.

*Zack and Kunsel scream*

*Reeve appears*

Reeve: Has anyone seen my…emotional support stuffed cat?

Zack, pointing: THAT THING TOLD US SOMETHING WE SHOULDN'T KNOW!

Reeve: *gasp* Did he tell you about the time I pushed President Shinra down the stairs during a power outage that I caused specifically to make an attempt on President Shinra's life??

Zack: …..

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

lil micro snippet from somethin I'm tryin to finish for tidbit Tuesday >:)

Darry never really prided himself on the whole... parentin thing. It didn't come natural to him like it had their ma n da. Aw hell, even Soda was better with their kid brother then him. Somethin Pony had reminded him of. Incessantly.

His patience always walked the razors edge n Pony seemed to love nothin more than to sharpen it. To to fry n fray n dance on the live wires til he got shocked. To his infinite surprise. Every goddamn time.

His fingers tighten on Pony's bicep n to the surprise of no one, Pony thrashes in response. On instinct, Darry digs further in, pullin him flush against his side n leanin down to hiss in his ear just loud enough the ma next to them in line certainly hears. She side eyes Darry absently but who was she to judge? Her son mindlessly gnaws on his own knuckles, small n round n decidedly years from Pony still writhin for all he's worth.

God. Where had the time gone? Pony had been that small once. Darry was sure of it. Hadn't it just been last year? The year before?

Pony's bony elbow collides with Darry's hip n he turns dark n scowlin eyes on his brother. The wistful memories drop right away.

He stops fightin with the groceries in his hands, droppin them down to the nearest shelf n snappin Pony up with both hands.

"Lil boy you keep this up n you're gonna get popped. Is that what you want Ponyboy Michael?" This is not his best move. But usually it's enough to stalemate Pony into behavin til they can at least get back to the goddamn truck n out of the judgemental eye of apparently every single parent in Tusla.

The words sound clumsy n awkward in his mouth. Like he's parrotin someone else. But he always felt that way nowadays.

Pony goes completely still. Which was... not what Darry was expectin. The kid had been sore for the past week. Somethin achin in him n makin him lash out. More then usual. Darry expects him to huff, to cuss low n under his breath. To stomp his foot like he's still five n ain't got no goddamn manners.

"Answer me, Pony." N he probably shouldn't have sounded so goddamn angry still but Pony's got his chin buried in his chest n is, Darry assumes, glarin hard at the dirty tile ignorin him. He gives his brother a short shake n he finally whips around.

His eyes are filled with tears. His storm green eyes welled up n threatenin to spill past eyelashes wet n clumped together.

Darry stomach sinks. Jesus Christ. He really wasn't good at this parentin thing.

[secretly-zel]

Husband!Eren x Reader Headcanons

Synopsis: Eren husband headcanons—specifically during the time when your baby’s learning to say their first word.

A/N: I stumbled onto baby videos (again) on tiktok because c’mon… babies are so cute. and i started watching ‘first word’ baby videos and it got me thinking about how eren would be in this scenario and honestly i only see it going two ways

credits to artist (if yk who the artist is lmk)

Eren as your husband and you both have a baby, I feel like it could go two ways with him when it comes to if the baby says mama or dada first.

Option One:

He’s going to want the baby to say “mama” because he loves you so much.

Especially if that baby is a girl he’ll definitely want her to say mama first.

Because, he has his loving wife and now his sweet little princess? Oh, he definitely wants her to say mama first.

You’re his wife, the love of his life, the woman who gave him this tiny miracle he can’t stop staring at. If your baby is a little girl, oh he’s DONE. Game over. He’s in full girl dad mode and wants her first word to be "mama" because it’ll melt his entire soul into a puddle.

He sees you holding her, rocking her, kissing her forehead and whispering “mama” to her sweet little face, and he’s in the background smiling like a lovesick idiot.

He’ll be like:

“Say mama, baby girl… yeah, that’s mama. She’s perfect, huh?”

If it’s a boy I feel like it’s still the same.

But I also have to say that if this is your first kid and it’s a boy I feel like I’m leaning more towards option two.

He loves you so much and he’d die to hear his kids say mama first.

However…

Option 2:

Listen. If this is your first kid? All bets are off. His brain is now wired for competition. He’s gunning for “dada” like it’s a fucking Olympic sport.

Or he’s going to be absolutely insanely competitive and want the baby to say dada and will literally try his worst to have the first words to be dada.

I’m talking he’s going to be screaming and running around the house like a crazy person if that baby says dada first.

You say “mama”? He’s immediately countering that with a loud, borderline aggressive “DADA!”

Every. Single. Time.

You: “Ma-Ma. Say Ma—“

Eren, from the other side of the room at full volume: “DADA! DADA, BUBBA! Come on, champ, say Da-Da!”

*cut to you rolling your eyes at your over competitive husband.*

He’ll spend hours holding your kid up like Simba just whispering “dada” over and over like some brainwashing cult leader. If he catches you whispering “mama” during bedtime stories, he’ll march in with a smug grin like:

“Oh? We doing whispering games now? Cool. Dada.”

And let’s be honest—he’s not doing it to be petty. Okay, maybe a little. But mostly? It’s about the principle.

What do you mean say mama first? Nah girl. I got you pregnant and that kids saying dada first.

“Hell no, that baby is saying dada first. I put in the work. I earned that title.”

*another cue to you smacking the back of his head for that comment.*

If the baby does say mama first? He’ll still melt, of course. He’ll pretend to pout, act betrayed, mumble something about “rigged from the start,” while elbow-deep in baby wipes.

But deep down? He’s proud. He’s in love. And yeah, you’ll catch him recording the moment and watching it on loop while pretending he’s not emotional.

[makesitprecious]

Karen’s representation in lighting in both BB: DA (and subsequently DD)

(I did NOT expect this to get so detailed)

The softest of lighting for Karen and Matt’s “I know you better than anyone, it’s the two of us and our memories of our good friend who believed in our purpose of helping the city” moment at Josie’s means so much.

For the season, in its entirety, there have been very bold, washing colors like when Matt was shot (fading to complete red) or Pointdexter in blue. Red in lighting symbolizes anger and violence, even change. Matt has been shown standing in flickering red and black — both in the pilot and finale — mostly as sign that he is half Daredevil and half Matt, both embodied.

Karen has been backlit with light yellow and white (heavenly/pure colors) two times in the finale: when she first arrived to drive the boys back to Frank’s place and also in this secluded moment at Josie’s. 🤍🩵💛

Even in her last scene with Matt in episode 1, it was in the brighter daylight light with a warm tone/the whites of the halls/marble floors as the set:

I’m getting on my theater major high horse sorry not sorry - but having a soft backlit glow is romantic, peaceful and calming. Showing both Matt and Karen in a soft sky blue with white tints is very calming to us as humans, because blue is the color we see most often due to the sky (blue jeans go “with everything” for this reason. Our brains are wired).

🌟 When she’s patching Matt up in this season finale, they are focused under a white light, having the pair stand out in the bunker. After that ✨ little moment ✨ Frank, Karen and Matt are all in the standard lighting of the bunker, back on “neutral” lighting terms, the messages are once again in the acting and script (damn…. She said no to that coffee y’all…)

EVEN IF THIS T’WERE NOT ROMANTIC, JUST READING IT FROM A TWO PEOPLE WHO ARE FRIENDS PERSECTIVE: they are each others safe space. They each share half the screen, taking up the same amount of screen completing the picture as a whole. In this moment they are the only people who carry on Foggy’s legacy and represent knowing each other completely, both “dark” and “light” sides.

On a love interest note, Elektra was often shown in bold, dark colors like when he visited “her” apartment at night and their battles together/against each other often at night. Her offset colors were mostly yellows: in the gym or Matt’s apartment, in college when they break into the house. It shows that as a character, from a vigilante perspective, she is rarely seen “in the light”. Elektra is an anti-hero and prefers to think of herself that way. In the daylight she’s usually murdering people so… but she knows who she is slay queen slay. Respect, I love you, terrifying queen assassin.♥️♠️

Dark colors:

The gym is an interesting take for both Elektra and Matt romantically, Matt by himself and surprise surprise MATT AND KAREN. When he’s with Elektra having sex on the most questionably-hygienic boxing mat, the lighting is very ✨ golden ✨ BUT!! With interesting creeping tones of red lighting in this scene, representative of both Daredevil, Elektra and ❤️ love ❤️

When Matt is alone at the gym it’s pretty dusty af but lit depending on his mood, the emotions of the show and his loneliness.

Are we SUPRISED NO WE ARE NOT that when Karen and Matt talk at the gym, gone!!! Are those particular colors and back are those whites and rich purples (a dark color that can represent mourning but also love) Karen is very purple/pink = a BIG moment in s1ep1 when she’s at his apartment.

White “heavenly” light ex:

^^^ The first moment so many people were cued into “oh… ohhhhhh is this… BECOMING SOMETHING???”

^^^ Their first date is LITERALLY THOUSANDS OF BEAUTIFUL TWINKLING LIGHTS.

^^ Foggy is shown in white light/“good” lighting too because of the innocence, purity and friendship he brings Matt.

Frank, in this DD:BA season is only shown at night or his bunker lighting. DARK DARK DARK. Not surprised, we needed that, as Matt often does, because Frank will cross a line Matt won’t. Dude straight up loves wearing black.

Don’t get me started on Karen and Matt’s outfits also being light colors (and a lot of dark colors when they aren’t together, like when she’s working at the bulletin):

^^^ Bright lighting and soft blues is calming, signifying a peaceful moment also clarity and caring. Even if you don’t ship it, Karen has several moments of this with Frank. When he saves her from her apartment shooting, it is tinged a dark yellow, not a golden light/sunshine yellow.

IS THIS A RULE OF THUMB? Nope!

Foggy and Matt have their Foggy confronts Matt about being Daredevil fight in white/daylight lighting. Interesting!!! Choice!!!

Karen and Matt’s first two kisses are at night (but! They are bathed in golden light both times, so it’s a bit of a cheat)

Karen and Matt’s “you are not alone” moment doesn’t take place in bright/white/heavenly light scheme, it happens in the dark yellow and dark greys and blacks of the office at night, but that’s the whole point. Their inner light and bond is them in that moment, not their dull surroundings.

Matt and Foggy’s fun college flash backs are at night or the tinted yellow or their dorm room is when they first meet. Damn, lighting department Fcking loves yellow.

It’s not like Elektra, Frank and Fisk don’t walk outside in the daylight. I’m not that much of an idiot.

Karen tells Matt to fuckkkk offffff when she finds Stick and Elektra in his apartment and that is outside, full day light. Go off queen.

💡 Lighting, like emotions, changes! It is not firmly bad or good, but most of the time subliminal like costumes/props and set dressings. The curtains are blue for a reason, but sometimes it’s the only fabric the poor set dresser could buy last minute.

Honestly? Could talk about this forever. Yeah, I could have placed this in a read more or kept it to a paragraph, but…. The Karen and Matt Are Besties (and ❤️) boat has set sail in DD:BA.

[bullet-prooflove]

The Morning After: Rupert Campbell Black x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @pedrohoe04 @beingalive1 @just-a-harmless-patato @aureliacorvina

Companion piece to:

The PA - Rupert's new PA isn't like the others.

Bore Da Gold - Rupert discovers you have a secret.

Lord Ashbury - Rupert learns the truth about your relationship with Lord Ashbury.

The Siren's Call (NSFW) - Rupert can't resist temptation.

Rupert wakes up alone, the scent of your perfume flooding his senses as he moans into the pillow, his muscles aching from a night spent receiving the most thorough fucking of his life. He sighs as his palm smooths over the vacant sheets beside him, they’re cool to his touch indicating you’ve been gone a while.

It’s as he gets up he hears your laughter coming from outside. He raises to his feet, drawing back the curtain and that’s when he sees you on the lawn in that pretty white jumper that clings to your form just right. Your hair is pulled back into a ponytail that swishes as you hurl the ball as far as you can across the front lawn, sending five of the dogs hauling after it. Wilbur though, the tiny wire haired Jack Russell that’s completely besotted with you, stays by your side, playing with the squeaky bone you bought him, the one that drives Rupert absolutely demented.

He's halfway out of his own room, tugging on his housecoat over silk pyjama bottoms when the doorbell chimes through the house. He frowns because it’s New Year’s Day and the only plans he has are to fuck you on every single available surface in this house, until you’ve claimed the place as your own.

He hears your footsteps in the hallway as he descends the stairs, the robe hanging open as you tilt your head up to look at him. A smile crosses your features and in that moment he understands that you have absolutely no regrets about last night or about him. Your hand comes to rest on the door handle as the bell chimes again and that unguarded happiness it falls away completely when your eyes come to rest on the woman standing on the doorstep.

“He’s expecting me.” Sarah Stratton tells you as she steps over the threshold in a tan overcoat that barely conceals the black lace lingerie she wears underneath it. Her stiletto heels clack against the hardwood floors as she strips off her coat and thrusts it into your arms, her gaze set on him as her hands on her hips.

“I’ll take the dogs out for an hour.” You say hanging up the jacket on one of the hooks. “Give the two of you some privacy.”

“Paul’s golfing with a couple of other members of the cabinet this morning.” Sarah says, her red lips curving up into a salacious smile. “So we have all the time in the world.”

Your jaw tightens as you tilt your chin up, shoulders straightening as you adopt your professional persona. That cold, brisk woman you were when you first stepped into his home six months ago.

“I won’t hurry back.” You say as you turn on your heel and stride down the hallway towards the kitchen. He hears you murmur to the dogs before the back door opens, it slams shut behind you, making his chest ache because that pain you’re feeling, it’s visceral. It’s like it radiates through the whole fucking house.

“Sarah…” He drawls as he remains in place on the stairs. “We both know I didn’t invite you to my house.”

“You slipped away before I could give you my Christmas gift last night.” She says, gesturing to her outfit. “So I thought I could give it to you this morning.”

“I don’t want it.” He tells her bluntly. “What I do want is for you to put your coat back on and toddle off back to you husband because I don’t have time for you today or any other day.”

“You’re ending things with me?” She responds clasping her hands to her heaving bosom.

“That implies there was something to end.” He tells her, turning his back on her as he retreats up the stairs to shower. “I believe you know the way out.”

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[jjwolves]

FULLY ALIVE ✦·๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑·✦

What: Taski Maiden X Hurt Reader

Who: Taski Maiden from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1000 words, ~5 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: Minor Violence/Injury

Trickery is sort of a routine with Taski Maiden. As her friend, you often find yourself cleaning up after her pranks, of which there is an admirable variety. A bucket of flying frogs in someone's drawer and an orange peel which can turn you upside down are the least of anyone's worries when it comes to your gremlin, and while you're not stupid enough to jump out and give an apology to the angered victims on behalf of your mischievous girlfriend, you do at least stay behind to get stuff Taski might want later. You're fairly used to this sort of thing--she loses something valuable for a prank and then, later on, whines to you about it. "YYYYY DID YOU GO ALONG WITH THAT DUMB PRANK ANYWAY!? Now that co0l aquarium is gone 4eva!1! >:(" It's not every day she sniffs out a cool bucket with little devil faces on it or anything, so if she uses it for a prank and has to split, it's only right that you go back to get it for her. Does this make you an accomplice? It's debatable. Pissed-off wonderland monsters don't really distinguish between suspect and no, though, so when a chromatic cartoon sun holding a shovel made out of ice is circling the site of the crime out of rage, it's not too happy to see you attempting to skulk about and recollect Taski's special bucket.

Everything's blurry. A subtle electronic whine plays deep in your ears as your vision tries to focus on who's in front of you. Something dark and specked with red... and loud. Is that Taski? Somehow, you don't remember those colors on her. "H3Y, heyy, please pl3aze plees be OK... You h4ve to be!!! Wake up!! Pl3az!1!" An odd, three-fingered hand not-so-gently taps the side of your head to confirm life. You groan in pain and hear a gasp from above. The gremlin girl you've come to care for so much draws closer, and you're able to make more of her details. Her whole body is cloaked in shadow, two red eyes peering down at you with worry as her voice modulates unsteadily. "Jsdhsd... Jsjdhsjdh..." Normally you'd probably be a little disconcerted by her appearance, but right now you're just happy to see her. You think you hear a distorted sniffle. "Y0ur probz pretty heavy, but, I'mma l1ft you up and take you to a c0oler place. We're gona make yuo feel ep1c, OK?" You nod weakly. You can't move around very much at all, and just about everything hurts, but if you trusted anyone with your wellbeing right now, it was Taski.... Ill-equipped as she is.

You stirred awake and moved your head slightly to see that Taski, presumably, had used layers of dimly glowing thread to meticulously wrap you up like a burrito. That was when you heard some shuffling and large, pulsating arch of red hair drooped into view. "Is sleepybrainz joining the alive-persons party??" Taski emerges further so that you can see her face upside down, albeit back to the gray skin and red hair that you're more used to. You shakily admit that you'll probably need to heal up for a few days--you can't exactly move anything, still, and that meant that your wiring needed to regenerate for a while. "Yuore in re4lly reely good care. I'm supa good at takin care of cuties." Your body musters enough blood for a blush, at which Taski rests a dark hand over your mouth. Her red eye momentarily stops rolling around to fixate on you. "NOT CUTIE! I DIDN SAY THAT, I DIDUN SAY D4T. I SEDD... fruit E. I'm decreein that your celeb namey-nickel is fruit E. Don change it or ill cry. Itz a gift."

Taski's two Boys stand by the bed and offer a stoic wave which you shakily return. Your favorite gremlin's face of contentment she gained from a successful distraction quickly shifts to a frown of worry. She turns to face the Boys. "Boyz, tha patient is weak n noodly... Grab da soup!!!" They totter over with a stone bowl containing some kind of glowing green liquid. "I siphoned it 4ll by myself." In a tiny whisper, she adds, "...with luv," before blushing and whipping away from you to grab a spoonful and jam it into your mouth to shut you up before you can say anything. You were bracing for the worst. It tastes like key lime pie, but with virtually no sugar and earthy like it was made out of rocks or something. Maybe it was, for all you knew. Your odd caretaker regarded you curiously. "Ok, I'm gonna get the Boyz to take your temperaturez, izzat okay with dokay?" You say that you can't imagine that you'd have a fever, since you were beat up, not sick. "DONT ARGUE WIT NURSE GIRLI!1!" If your ears weren't ringing before, they were now thanks to her yelling. One of Taski's boys opens its mouth and creates an air vacuum where you're lying, taking away your temperature like a reverse fan. The chill was actually quite nice. Your "nurse" kneads your arm affectionately. "See, now yuo can chilly billy <3"

Taski gives you odd get-well-soon gifts when you're not looking. The empty, flickering room that you're set up in slowly fills up over the following days with balloons, random broken toys, cool rocks she found and "speci4l brew5", which are just glass jars with different liquids and things layered in them, including things like sand, water, oil, battery acid and dish soap. Sometimes there's a toy board member or a bone in there, too. When the little liquid combination collection starts to grow out of hand, Taski collects them into that really cool bucket you had gone back to retrieve. You ask Taski about all the cute little gifts that appear in your room whenever you wake up, at which point she covers her mouth and her eyes squint in mischief. She does a little dance in place, happy and full of light heart. "I dunno~ Every singel one (1) was delivered str8 to you from da hearts of secret admirers around da worl. DONT GET A BIG DUMB HEAD OVER IT, but therez someone out there who love-luvs you veryyy muchhh <:3c" You're healing quicker and quicker with each gift you know is from Taski. Part of you wishes the process could go a little slower as Taski crawls onto your makeshift cot to snuggle into you.

[spinnensinn]

🕸️ rp-blog für 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 im fakevz. Darstellung ist eine Mischung aus den Comics, Videogames und Filmen / Serien. 🕷️ wire: spinnensinn 🕸️

Peter Parker studiert Biochemie und Molekularbiologie an der Empire State University (ESU). Sein Interesse an Wissenschaft und Technologie zeigt sich schon in der Highschool. Er freut sich schon stark auf sein Studienpraktikum bei Horizon Labs.

Good to know: es können Erwähnungen von sensiblen Themen auftreten (Blut, Gewalt, Tod), da es sich hier um einen Actioncharakter handelt. Interaktionsempfehlung liegt bei 18+, da hier alle Themen vorkommen können (nicht müssen).

[lostinthisbigcity]

Name: „Nox" (nicht sein echter Name – nur ein Wort, das ihm gefiel, als jemand ihn fragte, wie er heißt)

Alter: geschätzt Anfang 20

Herkunft: unbekannt

Sprachkenntnisse: Spricht fließend Englisch, versteht Koreanisch gut, aber weiß nicht, warum

ִ ࣪𖤐ִ~ ࣪𖤐

Nox ist ein junger Mann ohne Vergangenheit oder zumindest ohne Zugang zu ihr. Er erwachte eines Morgens auf einer Bank am Hangang-Ufer, mit nichts als der Kleidung am Leib und einer nagenden Leere im Kopf. Kein Name, keine Adresse, kein Gedanke daran, woher er kam oder wohin er gehört. Alles, was er hat, ist ein instinktives Gefühl, dass etwas fehlt.

Seoul ist überwältigend. Die Stadt lebt, atmet, pulsiert, aber Nox fühlt sich wie ein Geist inmitten der Menschenmengen. Jeder scheint einen Platz zu haben, einen Zweck, ein Ziel. Er treibt. Er lebt von Tag zu Tag, nimmt flüchtige Jobs an, schläft mal in Hostels, mal unter dem offenen Himmel. In den Neonlichtern spiegelt sich sein Unwissen wie ein Flimmern – etwas, das fast greifbar ist, aber sich im letzten Moment immer entzieht.

Er hat sich den Namen „Nox“ gegeben – neu, wie ein leeres Blatt. Ein Spitzname, nicht echt, und doch alles, was er gerade hat.

Zwischen Gassen, Cafés und stillen Metrofahrten sucht er: nach Erinnerungen, nach Menschen, die ihn kennen könnten, nach Momenten, die sich „richtig“ anfühlen. Manchmal ist da ein Déjà-vu, ein Geruch, der ihn abrupt innehalten lässt. Ein Klang, der sein Herz schneller schlagen lässt. Und dann wieder – nichts. Nur die Stille in seinem Kopf.

Trotz allem trägt er eine bestimmte Ausstrahlung: etwas Unbestimmtes, Fragiles, aber auch Hartnäckiges. Er will nicht aufgeben, selbst wenn er nicht weiß, wonach er eigentlich sucht. Vielleicht ist es sein Name. Vielleicht ein Fehler aus der Vergangenheit. Vielleicht ein Versprechen, das er jemandem gegeben hat.

Und vielleicht, nur vielleicht, ist er nicht der Einzige, der sucht.

ִ ࣪𖤐~ִ ࣪𖤐

21+//Crossover friendly//oc is supernatural//german writing

Wire: Lostinthisbigcity

[nyxhiems]

Did you know abt ellie is infected theory?

Spoiler the last of us. Maybe? I never watch the movie(?) or play the game so 🤷‍♀️

So theres a theory abt ellie mom who got bitten and infected by zombie-ant fungus but actually she got infected by anti zombieant fungus and ellie born with the said fungus already attached to her.

What if i use that theory for my version of cod zombie apocalypse but in twisted way.

ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

desperate sanity

Ghost got bitten when he try to protect his s/o who pregnant and got bitten. His s/o isnt so lucky tho, they got bitten at the same time as ghost but they can feels they sanity slips in. They gave birth and not long after that they turn into zombie.

Ghost afraid that he will also lost his sanity and attack his baby, decided to break his jaw and cary the baby around in this back. He turn, got mutated but his sanity still intact. His body start to rot, got another set of limbs, a super healing factors, his eyes start to blur but his nose and ears became sharper each day. But ghost already infected by anti zombie fungus that attach to his brain the results is... he still got his sanity intact after turn into zombie.

He walks for a months, give his baby water (theres no milk on apocalypse, im sorry babyyyy *cry*), foods that soft enough that he can found, he try to shoo the baby when they cry (tho the cry really hurt his ears, its fine, they are his baby after all) and after months they arrived at Price cabin.

Ghost cant saw them, but he can smell them, the 141. Hes the last one that arrive.

He place the (his) baby at their front door with a latter that he wrote months ago to whoever people that found him gone crazy with his baby at his back and some supplies that he dont needed.

He knock and walk away.

Its actually Johnny's nephew (last member of MacTavish family other than Johnny himself. Its sad since they came from a really BIG family) who open the door.

He looks at the baby, some food, drink, medicine, gun with ammo and a latter. He rush to take the baby and scream to other residents of the house.

"UNCLEE!! THERES A BABY AT THE FRONT DOOR"

Ghost keep walk, each step lead him deeper and deeper to the forest, he need to work now. Keep this place save and maybe ride the nierest town for supplies but the most important thing, he need to keep away from them.

He dont mind that he cant meet them anymore, cant witness his baby angel grow and became strong each day, or hear their laugh.

Because thats happiness is reserved for Simon Riley and Ghost isnt Simon Riley anymore. Simon Riley isnt Simon Riley without his humanity and he lost it the moment he turn into a zombie. Ghost is Ghost now. A weapon, a machine, a killer, a monster.

A monster that keep Simon Riley's family save.

Its fine. He fine.

ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

Price can heard him, the clicking sound that zombie made, a growl and a rustle of grass and tree branch. But weirdly he dont feel threaten, he feel... normal. Safe.

He looks at the baby that being held by his wife and got surrounded by Kyle and his s/o and also Johnny and his nephew.

He open the latter that filled with dush, soil, a wired mucus and blood.

Theres 141 insignia inside, a latter, Simon Riley dog tag and a pair of wedding rings.

"Whats that cap?"

Price read the latter in silence and said "the baby is Simon's. Born 6 months ago. He got turn the day the baby born."

"But... how??"

"Probably, he got turn but still sane."

"Oh god..."

"Where LT go?"

John looks at the wood and said "somewhere."

ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

If its hurt, it work.

Da baby have a lot of plot armor lmao.

Anw, like always, dont know abt English much (i learn by reading fanfic).