#scheme

[theonion]

“We suggest investing in a variety of dubious sectors, including miracle hair-growth supplements, alpaca rentals, and using outlets at public libraries to run your own bitcoin farm. Also, we know a guy who makes $2 million a year installing vending machines in local prisons. If you want, we can put you in touch.” Rattler added that Americans planning to retire by age 60 should really consider giving their brother-in-law the $10,000 he requested, because his idea to import exotic ferns was a surefire thing.

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[political-us]

[itsatorchwoodthing]

jack’s main situationships chart i made for my friend who doesnt watch doctor who but hears me talk about it every day

(i used crowley as the doctor bc she only knows him by that, ok)

[obsessedbyneon]

Gigantes&Zenghelis - Las Terranas Resort, 1989

[general-cybernetics]

[opelman]

Moggy by Treflyn Lloyd-Roberts Via Flickr: The RAF display Typhoon lights the afterburners as it blasts skywards to end its routine at the 2024 Bournemouth Air Festival. The aircraft wears special markings to commemorate the 80th anniversary of D-Day. Aircraft: Royal Air Force Eurofighter Typhoon FGR.4 ZJ913. Location: SS Shieldhall, Bournemouth Bay, Dorset.

[ilovepinkhorror]

[sunnynwanda]

The Game: Part 2

Part 1

Warning: manipulation, cat-and-mouse vibe, electricity used for restraining (I have no idea how to phrase this). Let me know if I've missed anything.

It's been 72 hours since Villain's capture, and Hero was on the verge of insanity. The sudden loud fits of laughter at any time of day and night and, as a result, the lack of sleep were getting the best of them. Besides, their mind was buzzing - they were curious about why Villain had made no attempts to escape yet.

Villain looked ecstatic in the most twisted way possible. Hero could not, for the life of them, figure out why. They were locked up in a cell with thick bars that they could never bend. Even if they were strong enough to do that, the electric current would leave them paralysed for a significant amount of time and would alert Hero. They had no reason to be this smug and satisfied.

"For the love of god, shut the fuck up!" They slam their fist against the wall right outside the cell, exasperation colouring their voice delightfully. "For once in your life, stay quiet!"

Villain's grin is so broad Hero expects their goddamn face to crack open. It's the fourth visit that Hero has paid them this afternoon, after a long sleepless night and even longer morning. "Aw, you love my laugh, baby!"

"I fucking hate you," Hero retorts, eyes blazing. They can test the bitterness of the lie on their tongue. "And your cackling laugh."

No, they don't. They don't hate Villain. Not in the slightest. They do hate how insufferable they can get, though.

Villain snorts, shaking their head. They take a step forward, and Hero's expression twitches for a moment. Villain's tone is cocky, almost mocking. "You love this."

You love the game.

"Stop. You better stop." Hero's warning flies right over Villain's head as they step up close to the bars, wrapping one hand around one and allowing electricity to course through their body. The hair on their arms stands, their fingertips buzzing with excitement when their hand reaches through the bars, ghosting down Hero's chest.

"Y-you're absolutely deranged," Hero's voice is quieter now, their concern evident in their furrowed brow as they glance at the hand travelling down the front of their body. "But, you're not a mad scientist."

"Oh?" Villain tilts their head to the side, smirking as they await Hero's explanation. Their long fingers reach Hero's belt, hooking into it to drag Hero closer with a sickening smile. They lick their lips, the action seeming to capture Hero's attention.

Hero's throat is drier than the dessert. They inhale deeply through the nose, their lips remaining sealed shut.

"What am I then? Mmm?" Villain moans out, eyes rolling into the back of their head as they slide their hand around Hero's waist, fingers digging into their flesh before gripping their belt again.

"You're just mad," Hero snarls, entirely done with their bullshit. Whatever this act is, it's still an act, and they will be damned if they fall for it. They push Villain's hand off them, feeling its shameful absence almost instantly as they back away. "Without the science part."

"Wanna bet?" Villain muses, their voice dripping with honey. It's unsettling and eerie - it sends a shiver down Hero's spine despite the bars separating them from their nemesis. They step back, winking at Hero before trailing towards their bed.

Hero shakes their head with a sigh as they retreat into the office, trying to ignore the lingering memory of Villain's hand on them.

Villain chuckles, twirling the tiny key between their fingers as they lay on their ascetic bed. They cannot wait for the night to arrive.

It's pitch black in the corridor, with no light penetrating the tiny window under the ceiling. Villain takes a deep breath to contain their excitement as they sneak along, their back pressed to the wall. They can't make out anything in the total darkness, instead counting their steps. Once they get to the general area, they use their sensitive palms to detect the change from stone to glass. Villain feels for the keyhole and, upon locating it, pulls out the key they stole from Hero's belt. They glide in and start searching for a switch when the lights flash on, illuminating the entire laboratory and Hero, sitting on one of the tables with their hands crossed over their chest.

"Holy s-" Villain jumps, clutching their chest with an exaggerated gasp, earning a chuckle from Hero.

"Hello," they smirk, satisfied with the effect. Villain's alarmed look brings more pleasure than they expected. "Did you think I'm that stupid?"

Villain quirks an eyebrow at them, tempted to say yes solely for the noble purpose of annoying Hero into oblivion. They shake their head with a wide grin. "No, you're worse."

Hero huffs, sliding off the table and taking a - hopefully - intimidating step towards Villain. "You think I didn't figure you wanted to get me worn out? So I would lose focus and miss you stealing the key?"

"Well, why did you let me take it then?" Villain counters, their expression becoming unreadable. They can't deny Hero is smart enough to understand they would not remain in the cell for that long had they not had a secret agenda. And an agenda they have. They need that goddamn device.

"Wanted to see what it was that you so desperately wanted," Hero explains, maintaining a calm demeanour.

"Apart from you?" Villain fails to keep the words from rolling off their lips. Hero appears unamused, so they sigh, raising their hands to indicate surrender. "Okay, fine. I want that little thing over there. So, let me take it, and I'll be out of your hair."

Hero follows the direction they are pointing in, and their jaw all but drops. "OD-8? As in, the deadly nerve gas with unknown effects? Are you insane?"

"I thought we had established that..." Villain trails off in an attempt to seem nonchalant. "But I really want it! An-and I can promise not to use it on you?" They plead, going so far as to muster up a puppy-eyed look.

"Do you think I'm a complete idiot?" Hero snorts, unimpressed by both the promise and begging. "No way in hell."

"But-" Villain looks nothing short of a kid deprived of their favourite candy. Hero would laugh if they didn't know better.

"No buts. And no way you're getting it." They cut, their voice devoid of emotion. Villain's face falls, causing Hero to sigh. They rub their eyebrow for a moment, thinking. "Fine. You can take one can of paralytic. That's the only thing I can offer you."

Villain's eyes light up immediately. Hero chuckles, handing Villain the promised can and ushering them out of the lab. They take the key back and make sure to lock the door before turning to face their nemesis.

"Now, get out of here before I change my mind," Villain darts up the stairs with a jump in their steps, and Hero starts to doubt their decision. They knew succumbing was not the best bet, but their dimwitted genius needed something to play with, and they felt safer choosing what to give them.

A part of them suspects that was what Villain had initially wanted and that they are going to end up paralysed and kidnapped in the upcoming days in retaliation for the arrest. But, as long as they get a good night's rest and Villain's stupid cute laugh, they don't mind it all that much.

And the game goes on.

Part 1

A/N: I seem to have a problem with the tags for some reason... If I fail to tag you in this, I'm sorry 🙏 If you happen to read this, let me know what you think. Thank you!

Love you 💛

xo Sunny ☀️

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[one-time-i-dreamt]

My brother joined a Pokèmon Go-based fraud scheme and I had to help hold an intervention before the FBI started investigating.

[vasacryptec]

Deimos

[kamisheep]

Guys I’m so organized I made a scheme list of all the things I’m gonna make this year (I’m gonna put it under the cut for people who don’t want spoilers)

[evyluvskenman]

CARTMANWEEK DAY 3 !

~ fighting ! ~ & ~ scheme ! ~

i practriced for like 3 hours to learn how to make front-facing faces plz don't judge 🙏

@spcartmanweek ♡ !

[obsessedbyneon]

Gigantes&Zenghelis - Xenia Hotel in Cephalonia, 1986

[anastasiareadsnwrites]

Oil & Water

Dear gentlest readers,

One's hands do seem to be tied as there are rumors going about the Ton as said The Duke Luciano has been seen visiting a widows household. They must be old friends. Or lovers one would say. Beguiling of a smile and charm one may have on another but there is always another smile waiting in the dark of the Ton. Talking about smiles, Lord Worthege seems to have secured a math with Lady Smith. Soon to have their wedding, but one lacks a dowry. What ever shall they do? An ego can never be as big as Lord Worthege's family.

Yours Truly,

Penelope Bridgerton

"Your hand in marriage would have the Ton talking." A guy said as Portia stood her ground in her personal quarters. "And I have a visitor coming this evening." The lady growled as she exited the room causing the other person to follow her.

"Come on Portia. Our marriage will have the Ton talking. You do like the attention, right?" The guy asked Portia and he wasn't wrong she liked having some attention drawn to her. But she will never marry a man out of eagerness when all the other person wants is another scheme. What was his scheme anyways?

"Ma'am you have a visitor waiting in the drawing room." Varley approached the two that were bickering in the hallway. Portia rushed into the drawing room and sighed trying to close the door behind her but the tall fellow pushed it open from her.

"Portia I swear I will do everything in my power to have you marry me."

"Enough! Jack" Portia lowered her voice as she realized she raised it.

"Excuse me? Am I interrupting something?" Those striking green eyes came into view causing Jack to look at him in surprise. "No absolutely not, your Grace." Portia said a little too quickly.

"No your grace." Jack said as he bowed in acknowledgement. "I was merely asking for Portia's hand in marriage." He chuckled trying to play it off.

"Forcefully." The Duke said giving Jack a small glare. "Now you wouldn't want to do that since I am already courting her." Luciano said fixing his tie and gave both of them a smirk. "W-we ne-" Portia said before getting the hint of his reason to say that. "Y-yes we are." Portia faked a smile just as Luciano pulled her toward him and he grabbed her waist causing her to shiver.

Just as that happened, one of the servants came in and announced more visitors. Which to Portia's disappointment it was none other than members of the Ton. Since when did they all want to come here. No less when two men are basically dueling each other with their eyes.

"When is the wedding?" One of the ladies said as she walked closer causing much panic to Portia. "I-I" Portia couldn't say anything obviously speechless.

"Within the next month." Luciano took the liberty into his own hands. Portia looked at him quickly with wide eyes. They very much had much much more to talk about then just the small conversation now.

"Excellent!" A man from the group said leaving Jack speechless with words. He ran his fingers through his wavy short blonde hair and chuckled. "I assure you this must be an act." He said looking between Portia and Luciano. "And didn't you need to return something of the Ton?" They all looked at him now. Barely noticing him before but assure now they were all glaring at him not forgetting his scheme and how he ran off with all the money some of the Ton members had given to him for investments.

With a growl he was about to walk up to the fake couple. "I believe you should leave." Another voice from the doorway caught everyone's attention. Penelope stood there, her baby in hand, and Colin glaring at the older man. "I believe everyone needs to leave to have the new couple to prepare things for their wedding." Colin said as a light squeeze came from Penelope as she looked at him in wonder.

Portia closed her eyes as she heard everyone rush out from the room. Leaving Luciano, Portia, Colin, Penelope, and the baby in the drawing room. Portia opened her eyes and took a deep breath almost collapsing against the couch.

"Mama?" Penelope asked her mother worried everything must've took a toll on her. "I am alright Penelope." Her mother sighed as she straightened herself. "Thank you I suppose." Portia looked at everyone in the room. She reached out for the baby and smiled as her silent request was fulfilled. The baby cooed in her arms and tried grabbing at the small details on Portia's dress causing her to chuckle.

"My lady" Luciano started. "I suppose they want to see an actual wedding take place? Correct?" He asked as he looked at Penelope with grinned and knowing look from Colin. "Of course. After all you did say that the wedding is going to take place within the next month. " Colin said.

"The Ton would be eager to hear how you two ended up together? After all you both hardly had interactions with each other." Penelope nodded. "Right?" Penelope looked at her mother who was paying attention to the small one in her lap. "We did have an interaction at the ball and then yesterday morning." Portia looked away.

"Oh gosh." Penelope groaned. "I mean you know about it since it was in the paper this morning" Portia slightly scolded her daughter. "And it isn't that kind of interaction you are thinking of." Portia said slightly close to a whisper.

With a breath of relief Penelope looked at her husband who chuckled.

"Wait. Within the next month? We don't have time to even come up with a story." Penelope said as she used her fingers to count. "We have about thirty days in total to even think of things." Colin grabbed his wife's hands and held them.

"Meaning we HAVE to get married." Portia glared at Luciano who was sitting on the opposite side of the couch. "How dare you." She started. "You could've said anything else but you just had to say that?!" She scolded the man who smirked at her. Penelope and Colin obviously smiling at the two bickering. They must've been old lovers. Penelope gave Colin a well known smile as the two went on and on.

"Well you wouldn't find it that bad if you were to stay with me away from everything." Luciano said as he sat right beside Portia.

"And how did that work out for your first wife?" Portia shot back looking away.

With wide eyes Luciano looked at Portia.

"You are cruel!" Luciano said as he stood up quickly. "I'm here trying to gain your love back and this is how I am repaid? from saving you from marrying another that is obvious in just using your body and intelligent mind?" Luciano. "I thought you were clever than that." He glared at the woman on the couch who had wide eyes and fuming expression on her face. She handed back her grandson to Colin and got into Luciano's face.

Penelope and Colin could only watch as the two bickered and bickered making it awkward for the pair. "Uhm Mama it seems like you guys have some things to sort….out." Penelope said as she slowly ushered her husband out with the baby following soon after and closing the door to the drawing room.

Penelope and Colin both looked at each other and started laughing. "They seem to have some unsolved tension." Colin said after he stopped laughing. Penelope wiped a tear that escaped her eye from laughing too hard. "Apparently some unsolved sexual tension." She said as she grabbed her son from her husband. Colin never could've found anyone better than his dear best friend Penelope.

"How dare you think I am such a-a rag-doll to just follow orders. It is clear that you never loved someone once." Portia glared at the man in front of her. "I think there's been some confusion. I am not the one in trouble here." Luciano said as he held Portia's face in his hand.

Portia felt like her heart leaped out of her chest. Regaining her stance she looked away and back away from the man.

"I could help you with everything." Luciano said he looked at Portia with longing eyes.

"I have always loved you."

"I have always loved you."

[opelman]

Fury by Treflyn Lloyd-Roberts Via Flickr: Hawker Fury SR661 displays over Sywell Aerodrome during the 2024 Air Show. Aircraft: Hawker Fury FB.11 G-CBEL painted as Sea Fury prototype SR661. Location: Sywell Aerodrome (ORM/EGBK), Northamptonshire, UK.