#tap code

[thecohenproject]

Been working on some of the codes I’ve been sent.

I thought this one was Morse at first, but that didn’t work. I did some digging, and turns out it’s tap code. Probably shoulda guessed that from the bat

Translated, it spells FLARE FICTION. I look that up (+ the connect bit) and well, what do you know! A website!

I ended up calling the number on the site and had an… interesting conversation, to say the least. Waiting now to see if anything else happens

[doodly-af]

🎤 Blue haired idols 💙

Marinette & Marc perform on stage while having their own biggest supporter at the back 💗 📣

This was actually a screenshot from my little animatic 🎵

[homkamiro]

Tapping massage

[viveela]

A style comic I just had to get out of my system

[shotmrmiller]

sd!Simon with one thumb on bs!reader's clit, two fingers in, the lines are when he curls his fingers to press the G-spot and the dots when he rubs the clit or the other way around????

uses only the pad of his thumb to code, light taps for dots, and rolls your pearl for dashes.

and because he's feeling a bit mean, he'll do it when you're at the absolute precipice. like spine arched, taut and trembling, one hand clawing his sheets, the other knotting his shirt. you're rocking your hips, chasing the sweet, euphoric release that's just within your (his?) grasp, and like a pin bursting a bubble, the tapping on your clit cuts through the moment. you scrunch your eyes tighter, hoping he'll stop fucking around, but it only becomes more insistent.

simon relents when you not-so-gently nudge at the tender skin on his ribs, a souvenir from a friendly spar with kyle, pulling back just enough to escape your prodding fingers, and he takes you to your peak with quick, purposeful strokes.

you missed it this time around, but there's no rush on his part. you'll come to the realization on your own time.

[cupidxoxosposts]

Every time someone misinterprets THIS scene as a Valgrace moment, an angel gets its wings RIPPED OFF ITS BODY

[s1lv3rp4w3dc4t]

shout out object shows with canon queer ships. I'm talking on screen kiss or even just verbal confirmation. all things considered it's a bit strange you don't really see them that much when you think about how gay everyone here is. I love you ii but c2bc did what you didn't and I think that's actually really nice.

[snowfires]

i kind of want something fluffy after that last chapter (if you’re up to it of course). how would they take care of reader when she’s sick or needs a mental health break? (great chapter as always, thank you!)

I’m always up for writing some fluff! I’ll focus on how they’d care for reader when she’s sick (for the mental health break, you can see another ask from earlier today)!

I can’t discuss the first time Reader gets sick, but when she gets sick in the future things are much calmer.

The MTT think you’re adorable when you’re (mildly) sick. Those little sneezes, your clinginess to them, the way you whine for them to return your side and care for you. You’re vulnerable like this… but so trusting of them.

Unfortunately, they don’t get to be in charge of caring for you. After the first time, Cross is unquestionably deserving of being “in charge” of your care. He is, however, more than willing to allow them to help.

Cross is very doting when you’re sick, fussing over every sneeze or cough. He’ll hold a glass of water as you sip, set up a steamer to clear your sinuses, change the sheets every few hours so you don’t have to sit in sweat if you’re feverish. He gets you ice packs and lays them on your forehead, stroking your hair. He sleeps at your side and gets up in the night to give you medicine when you need it.

He’ll set up a spot for you on your balcony, a couch laden with pillows and blankets for you to get fresh air and rest while he dusts out your room and removes anything that might irritate you further.

But if you’d prefer to go somewhere else in the castle, he’ll set that room up for you instead and carry you there bridal-style (an action that the MTT privately tease him about later).

Horror is in charge of your food when you’re sick. Not just because he enjoys making sure you’re well fed, but because he worries when you get sick. You need the right balance of nutrients to help your body fight off the illness, and yet you also lose your appetite… why is human illness so complicated?

He mixes you hearty stews and soups that he spoon feeds you (even if you’re more than healthy enough to still eat it yourself). But he also recognizes that when you’re feeling like shit, sometimes you just want to eat junk. He’ll spoil you with soft milkshakes topped with thick whipping cream, and plenty of little snacks throughout the day. When Cross is busy fussing over your room, he sets up a little charcuterie board for everyone to enjoy on the balcony.

Besides food, Horror likes to make sure your space feels nice. He’ll bring beautiful flowers to cheer you up, mix home-made oils into the steam to fill your room with scents that will put you to sleep, and lets you pick out ingredients for a herbal tea while Nightmare fetches stronger monster food and plants to treat you.

Dust is rarely more than an arms length away when you’re sick. He is also more than happy to cuddle with you while you sleep it off. His magic makes him warm, which is great if you’re shivering… but if you’re too hot, he kneels at the bedside instead or curls up at your feet.

He will leave you to go grab some of your favourite movies or video games to occupy your time with. And for a more serious illness, he’ll take a sample and run it to a doctor in one of Nightmare’s AUs. He’s the fastest, so it should only take him half a day to go and ask (threaten) them to test it so Nightmare can find an appropriate medication for you.

Killer likes to talk to you when you’re sick, stroking your hair and whispering while you rest your eyes. He does think you’re adorable when you’re sick… but he also gets worried. Yeah, you’re human and this is normal… but he doesn’t like seeing you so weak compared to your usual lively self. For monsters, sickness is a rare and life-threatening thing. It takes him a lot of getting used to.

Cross is so busy that Killer actually gets to be the one to run you a bath when you’re sick. He’ll tie your hair into a (very bad) bun and make the water overflow with bubbles. Don’t tell Cross, but he used at least 7 bath bombs this time. But they had little flowers and things inside!! It would be boring using only one of them.

He is with Dust on “we should just cuddle you all day and watch movies”. If you can’t keep your eyes open, he’ll narrate what’s happening on screen for you. Sometimes he even calls Nightmare over to read to you all. What can he say, Night’s got a calming voice. It’s perfect for you to fall asleep to.

Nightmare will get you settled in your quarters and nestled in amongst his finest pillows and blankets before he sets off into the multiverse or the infirmary to find the perfect blend of monster herbs to help treat your symptoms. Once he has them, he’ll get Horror to help him brew a healing drink or meal for you. For more severe ailments, he may also find human-made medications to help. It’s a lot more difficult to know how you’ll react to those, however, as they’re from different universes than you.

When he returns, he’ll set a chair at your bedside and wind a tentacle around your arm. He doesn’t mind whatever activity you want to do today. If you need to sleep, he’ll use his powers to lower your perception of pain and discomfort. If you would like to watch television, he’ll watch along. He’s an avid participant in charcuterie and tea on the balcony, and more than happy to read a book out loud to you as you rest your eyes.

When the others have momentarily left the room or he’s certain they are asleep, Nightmare will sing gentle lullabies in your ear and kiss your forehead sweetly. How it pains him to see his Queen in such a state, so vulnerable to their enemies. Although you’re as safe as can be in his realm, he still longs to keep you close in times like these.

Error moves a hammock into your room, hanging off to the side of the bed, so he too can stay and watch you. One time he tried editing your code to increase your T-cell production to fight a viruses…. But the major scolding from you was enough for him to reverse it and never mess with your code again. So now he has to ‘take care’ of you in a much less effective way.

As soon as you show signs of illness, he sets to work weaving his strings and soft fabrics he steals from various worlds into new pyjamas, sheets, and pillow covers for you. You should be comfortable during this time. Eventually, when he realizes you often feel too warm when you’re ill, he gets fabric infuses with a cooling spell and whips you up the perfect set of long sleeved pyjamas that instantly calm your sweating skin.

In the night he too keeps an eye on you, and in the day he watches TV with you all or sets up a window so you can watch interesting events in different universes.

While Error struggles to touch you when you’re ill, he does eventually get comfortable enough to hold your hand… even if it’s strangely clammy when you’re like this.

[papa-evershed]

Rob James-Collier as Michael

GENERATION - Z

[the-ace-with-spades]

I'll never write it so gonna post the abandoned idea for it here (also as a reminder, all my fic ideas are for grabs unless stated otherwise so if someone wants to pick it up, be my guest)

Red strings of fate/Soulmates AU

You are connected to your soulmate by a red thread only you and your soulmate can see and touch (and cut). When your soulmate dies, the thread solidifies and becomes heavier, as long as the distance between the soulmates was the time one of them died — almost like a chain.

Jake and Bradley find out they're soulmates early on in flight school — it's hard not to when the thread pulls tauter and tauter until they finally meet in the same classroom and they can see the other end of the thread for the first time.

There's fascination, there's the thrill of sneaking around (they should disclaim it, as soon as they learn, so it can be put in their records, but they never do) and everything is new and bright. They start to treasure the string, turning around their fingers and finding joy in noticing the other end twitching and pulling — with time, they notice the motions translate over the tread no matter how far away they are.

They make up a system of pulls and tags, using Morse code and it becomes something else, they become something else — in the air, wordlessly in sync, on the ground, talking to each other whenever they want, during sleepless nights and separate schedules and long-distance deployments.

Until.

Things start getting complicated. Bradley has commitment and abandonment issues, Jake's an all-or-nothing type of guy and just being soulmates isn't enough.

They go their separate ways. Bradley still, sometimes, when he can't sleep and the night makes him feel like nothing has a sense or a purpose, sends little messages down the thread. He never gets replies.

The day they meet again at the Hard Deck, Jake suspects Bradley is coming for the same assignment. The string’s been getting lighter and lighter the whole night, dropping down, no longer stretched to its limit.

They try to ignore the string the whole time the training goes on, but Mav still suspects. He doesn't say anything, but he feels like history is repeating itself.

When Mav and Bradley are arguing in the debriefing room and Warlock comes in, he doesn't say anything but Mav looks down at his own wrist and his face turns white and Bradley knows at that moment.

(Whether Mav and Ice are soulmates and married or they are soulmates but Ice still married Sarah, that's up for discussion).

During the whole funeral, Mav rolls the invisible thread around his wrist, moving onto his arm when it's not enough.

It's at that moment — Bradley decides Jake will never have to do the same.

The minute he turns around for Mav, he makes up a plan in his head.

They find each other in the snow, and argue, but by the end of it, Mav is making up a crazy plan and they'll try to return in one piece. Try being the keyword.

He pulls on the string, the thread between his thumb and index finger.

Mav frowns. "What are you doing?"

"Sending a message before we go."

He repeats it, just in case Jake hasn't realized in time to catch the whole thing at first. And then he starts looking through the pockets of his life vest.

“He’s not walking around with a dead man’s chain, Mav.”

Mav tries to stop him the second he realizes what Bradley is going to do but it's too late — with the same knife he cut his parachute off, he cuts off the thread, close to his wrist, letting it fall limping into the snow, red almost looking like droplets of blood.

It takes Jake a minute to realize that the tagging is a physical feeling, not just wishful thinking formed by his imagination.

The carrier deck is a mess, the foxtrot teams returned, Phoenix is now arguing with the admirals about Rooster's position — he might not be dead, sir — and the ringing in Jake's ears doesn't stop until he looks down at his wrist, and sees the string moving, the pulling a rhythmic, well-known motion.

Aloud, breaking up the vivid discussion about Maverick and Rooster's status, he says, “Rooster is alive, he’s—he’s talking,” and it almost feels like it's someone else using his voice.

“What do you mean, Hangman? His comm is silent.”

“Can feel it on the string, it’s still red and he’s— he’s tugging in Morse code,” he says. He closes his eyes and lets himself be pulled by the wrist. “S-O-R-R—Sorry, he’s—sorry and—and—I-L—Shit, no.”

I-L-Y

The string flops down, loose. “No—”

He cut it. He cut it because it's still red and not gray but still too limp and he knows it. His wrist feels too light, too free.

When Bradley lands on the carrier, his wrist is bare and the thread pools around Jake's feet. It doesn't magically reconnect when they touch, when they shake hands.

Jake tries to desperately find the other end, carrying rolls and piles of it with him as he follows Bradley to the med bay.

“Jake, just—just cut it,” he tells him. “It’s going to connect you again in a day or two.”

Jake ignores him, pulling miles and miles of the thread into circled piles next to Bradley's bed. He can't see the floor — it's just red and red and nothing else.

“No,” is all Jake says. “Not to you.”

It'll find him a new match, connect the thread to someone else, to someone who isn't Bradley.

"Bring me some scissors," Bradley says. He almost feels bad, when Jake's gaze turns up to him, glaring with shiny eyes. "Just do as I say for once."

Wordlessly, looking like it pains him, Jake brings him disposable scissors.

Bradley grabs his hand before he can move away, pulls about three feet of the thread from the pile, and cuts off the excess on the floor.

He wraps it around his own wrist, the string thin and soft, and a little clumsily ties it into a loop over his arm. When he leans away again, the thread takes a second, taut, and then stretches with the distance, like it has always done.

Jake stares at it, too focused and too absent. "That's the shittiest knot I've ever seen."

Bradley huffs. "Well, you gotta learn to live with it."

[thewolvesof1998]

Wolf my beloved!!!

I love your buddie Morse code fic, do a directors cut for that! :)

-❤️🪐

Saturn my love <3

Thank you so much!! I loved revisiting this fic, it's been a while, hope you enjoy!!!

Tapping Morse Code into your heart (2.8k, E, Buddie): Post AO3 Wow okay throwback. This was my fourth fic, I posted it almost two years ago, which is just insane. This was my first fic that wasn’t inspired by a song, I honestly can’t remember what inspired it, probably just the idea that we don’t get a lot of Army Eddie in the canon. Also, just like hyperactive ADHD Buck is my everything.  It was also my first explicit fic, I was so nervous about it, I think I’d written some light smut but this was the first time I was writing smut for people to read. First time writing sub/dom dynamics even if they're pretty light in this fic. Lots of firsts with this one.

"Eddie tapping silent comforts into his skin." I just loved the idea of them having their own little language, I think as a fandom we've always talked about how in sync they are but I just liked that the Morse code was an intentional form of communication. Buck has to learn it to communicate with Eddie. We all know Buck went home and fell down a rabbit hole about the creation of Morse code and info dumped on Eddie the next day. Eddie, already knowing most of this probably just nodded along and listened intently.

"Eddie remembers the feel of his lips pressed against the skin, pressing in words he didn’t know how to say yet. Writing ‘you are mine and I am yours’ into his skin with his mouth." I love this line, I remember writing it and being proud of it. This moment is also one of my favs in this very short fic. I love possessive Eddie, I need to write more of it, I just know when Eddie comes to terms with his sexuality and his attraction to Buck, when they finally get together that man will be so damn possessive. He'll want to shout from the tallest building that Buck is his.

"The sound Buck makes is damn near holy, Eddie’s never been one for worship, that is until he meet Buck, now he could spend the rest of his life at the alter of Buck’s body." How could I not add in some religious imagery, especially when we're in Eddie's POV? Has it been done before, yes, will many of us do it again? Yes.

“Now you're going to get yourself off like this, without touching yourself and if you do it quick enough, I’ll fuck you”  Okay, this is not really punishment, Eddie knows it, Buck knows it, I know it, you know it but Eddie really just wanted to see Buck hump the mattress can you blame him? I find when the writing is flowing it feels like I'm just dictating what the characters want to do. They have their own thoughts and feelings, wants and needs. Sometimes I'll want a story to go one way and the characters will drag me in the other direction. If I remember correctly this fic practically wrote itself, looking at the file I started it on the Friday and posted it on the same day.

"Dot-dot. Dot-dash-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot-dash, dot. Dot-dot-dash. (I love u) Buck says it over and over again, Eddie’s not even sure if he’s doing it on purpose or absentmindedly. He doesn’t care, he would lucky to be absentmindedly loved by Buck for the rest of his life." Two things here, first 'lucky to be absentmindedly loved by Buck for the rest of his life.' I WROTE THAT and I got to pat myself on the back for that banging line. Secondly the the issue of how to write the Morse code. I went back and forth, trying to find the best way to write it, to make sure it's readable but also not too long but still be "Morse code". It was such a headache. The way I ended up doing it is clunky but the easiest to read, for me at least.

"“Do you think you were good? Good enough to get fucked?” Eddie asks" Just to be clear Eddie was always going to fuck Buck, Buck is always a good boy in his books, he just likes teasing him and Buck is a slut for a good tease.

"Buck’s love language is touch and Eddie is always down to prove to him just how much he loves him." Okay, so I still stand by the fact that one of Buck's love languages is touch, the other top two are quality time and acts of service. But you can't tell me that boy - Buck- (and most men) are not touched starved. fuck the Buckley parents.

"Eddie brings up his hand to the board expanse of Buck’s back, to where his heart lies underneath his skin, muscle, and bone. He taps. Dot-dot. Dot-dash-dot-dot, dash-dash-dash, dot-dot-dot-dash, dot. Dot-dot-dash. Dot-dot-dash-dash-dash. (I love u 2) Hoping it will permanently mark the fragile muscles of his heart so that when Buck finds himself second-guessing if this is real, he will always have a reminder of how much Eddie loves him." I do have to say that this is a pretty damn good end to the fic and I love the imagery of these two so wrapped up in each other, both of them having hands over each other hearts, Buck from the front, Eddie from the back. Eddie's wish that Buck will always know how much he is loved despite what his self-sabotaging mind will try and make him believe. A nice sappy ending to porn without plot 😂

Thank you again Saturn, it was really nice to return to such an early fic of mine. <3<3<3<3<3

[tantamounttoflirtation]

The way Hannibal is constantly corralling Will makes me feel things btw. That man is herding Will like a sheepdog. He literally fucking chases him around that therapy office. You want his dick so bad it makes you look STUPID

[shimmeringweedsart]

SGFW D5: Kiss|Cuddles|Hair (+ Day 6: Plushie)

If you have spent any amount of time around large hyper dogs, you've probably received a toy shoved in your face as a grab for attention. You can’t be mad at that ( ｡ •̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ ) Give that pooch a smooch and get playing.

Disclaimer: most dogs do not, in fact, like head smooches. A good relationship with the dog and respect for their body language is advised before attempting.

[whiskers-my-beloved]

Hi! Not sure if you already read it before, there's an interview of Kenichi Iwao, old writer and designer for RE1. He mentioned about his idea of Wesker as a person which I thought pretty interesting. I'm not keen posting on my personal acc, I hope I don't bother you https://www.crimson-head.com/interviews/kenichi-iwao

Q: What is the full story of Wesker including his ultimate goal and duties in the mansion as researcher and chief security officer?

KI: I imagined that he was in a special forces setting. Unmarried with no siblings, but was born into an ordinary American middle-class family. However, he was already too formed and believed the world to be worthless. He was a genius with scant feelings. He enjoyed ordinary family vacations, even displayed excellent grades in sport, but his heart was always cold and he was acting to blend himself into society. He was a clear-headed but tragic individual lacking human emotions. The only way he could live was to self-affirm his intense elitism.

Wesker was using the giant organization Umbrella and had his own separate ambition to create a second humanity of his own design. For that reason he believed that the Tyrant, which produces the Tyrant Virus, would also be useful as a resource to threaten Umbrella. Umbrella's aim was to sell the Tyrant to every country as a weapon and take advantage of every nation's weakness and substantially control them, but as they advanced that plan, Wesker aimed for another objective... To filter humanity using the Tyrant... he was scheming mass extinction and forced evolution. Ultimately the Tyrant was going to gain the ability to manipulate the virus and design living things. It was a “Creator.”

So to Iwao's vision in early days, Wesker has been always a disturbing nutjob from the start, even before his new background "Wesker children" came to existence in RE5. Even RE1 novel written by SD Perry, Wesker is described as someone who brings a something-is-not-right kind of feeling towards anyone with a decent sense of intuition, mainly Chris and Jill, even though he acts "normal" outside. And he's also enamoured with tyrant, your comic is spot on when you focus on Wesker's obsession with tyrant haha

Hello there! First of all thank you so much for this ask. And apologize for taking so long so answer you anon ;×;

And you could never bother me anon! It's all okay, I really don't mind getting asks (as my bio says, asks open) and if you all like to be anons instead of using your mains to ask that's all okay too ❤️

This was very interesting. Albert Wesker from back then RE1 to know changed a lot I feel. He didn't feel particular special back then in re1. He was just a guy that was stupid enougg to get killed by his creation. Well he didn't make T-002 personally I think.

All the added backstory for him is cool don’t get me wrong. The whole bit about him being a Wesker child , how much of a bastard Spencer was. He got a living sister and a son too. Shame we never got too see any of them on screen together ;×;

With my wesker x tyrant reader comic I wanted to show how of an obsession he has with them. I played the og RE1 and he really gave me the vibe that he *really* cares for it. And the way he died was so pathetic...like man I would feel bad for him if the translation and voice acting weren't so bad.

The outwordly normal guy but reqlly fucked up on the inside is really cool to me. They were all surpised about his betray and pissed. So he wasn’t a bad captain to his team. If only the game wasn’t so bad at showing this. I am pretty sure most people understood he was the bad guy, the way he dressed and acted were so sus. How I wish the game tried to hide it harder that Wesker was the main bad guy ;×;

Anyways, I do think that given the chance he would create a new tyrant that listens to himm 100%. Worst case and it goes berserk he killd it and restarts again. The tyrant reader in the comic got lucky in a way. Wesker thought it was a failure at first glance. Turns out the tyrant reader had fallen inlove with him

[natjennie]

girl over a year into a hyperfixation voice. I have GOT to learn morse code.

[lvmimis]

this man i’m engaged to is really deku coded because tell me why he went and studied crane game techniques despite having won me 4 items when we went last week