#this should have probably stayed in the drafts

[lilianade-comics]

"What Haunts in Vegas.........stays in Vegas!"

The hypothetical college trio series includes many hard hitting episodes, including this one where Vlad's in drag and has to seduce a short, sleazy human trafficking ringleader while Jack and Maddie play cards in the casino and distract the bodyguards.

This has been sitting in my drafts forever and I probably won't finish it any time soon (i wanted to adapt most of it into a longer comic) so here's a summary of the ensuing shenanigans and gags:

I love the idea that a series about Jack, Maddie and Vlad would feature a lot of stories about organized crime with a ghostly twist, so this is a reflection of that.

The trio plus Agents K and O set up a trap within a ritzy Vegas casino. Vlad, disguised as the silver vixen bait, is thoroughly incensed by his humiliating role but also ironically looks like enough of an effortless knock-out in a slinky black dress that the ruse seems to work on Petri. (Earlier, Vlad exclaimed to Maddie that only "an idiot" would fall for this disguise, followed immediately by Jack not recognizing him and wondering "who the broad in black is", only proving Vlad's point.)

The height difference between Petri and Vlad is so ridiculous that Vlad (who is wearing high heels) doesn't even initially notice when Petri approaches him to hit on him.

Another silly angle that makes Vlad a comically tailor-made fit for the role of Petri's seducer is the fact that Petri is a wine and cheese snob and prefers his women to be "cultured" in that regard. Vlad can't be out-snobbed on either front, so it nearly turns into a pissing contest of who's enjoyed the more exotic and expensive pairing.

Petri asks the 6'3 silver haired goddess sitting next to him if her hair is naturally silver, and Vlad stays in character to say yes, but it was caused by a great deal of stress brought on by her "oafish buffoon of an ex-husband" which prompts Agents K and O to tell Vlad to stick to the script through Vlad's bugged earring, and Jack in the other earring to express surprise that he didn't know his best buddy was married and why didn't he tell him?!

(A vein pulses in Vlad's temple, but he maintains a nostalgic expression for Petri's sake while he discreetly reaches up and mercilessly crushes his earring between his fingertips with an electronic crunch. Agent O turns to Agent K in the hotel suite they're monitoring the mission from. "Heels destroyed his comm." "...This is the last time we work with civilians.")

At some point, an increasingly smarmy Petri places his hand on Vlad's leg, and an uncomfortable Vlad's instinctive reflex is, unfortunately, to choke him.

While all of this is taking place, Jack and Maddie are playing the tables alongside Petri's lieutenants. The idea is that when Vlad lures Petri to the suite where Agents O & K will apprehend him, they will safely subdue the henchmen.

Vlad does manage to get Petri into the hotel room, but things immediately go off the rails at that point. Agents K and O have been incapacitated off screen, and Petri reveals he suspected that this was all a set up from the beginning, so he took the liberty of removing the dangerous element from the equation. Meanwhile, Jack and Maddie have their hands full as subduing the henchmen goes poorly and it turns out a large portion of the casino customers seem to be currently overshadowed. A massive fight breaks out.

The GIW files assumed that Petri Fyer was a human, but Vlad had clocked almost immediately upon meeting him that he's actually a ghost overshadowing a human being. Petri Fyer is actually Petrifyer, a large, monstrous ghost that resembles a toad. He departs from his human host to confront Vlad. Petrifyer has a paralytic venom that stuns humans and renders them immobile, so he uses it on Vlad and gleefully tries to decide what he should do with all of them.

It becomes apparent that Petrifyer understood that the whole situation was a set up, but he totally missed the fact that Vlad wasn't who he said he was, and since the paralytic venom is only effective on human beings, Vlad manages to break out of the paralysis by forcing a transformation.

Petrifyer vs. Plasmius ensues, there's some back and forth where Petri is 1) shocked he got catfished, 2) shocked he got catfished by the half-ghost billionaire who tried and failed to take over the world during the global meteor incident, and 3) still very into Vlad despite literally everything that is going on. Vlad proceeds to cheerfully beat the stuffing out of him.

Jack and Maddie manage to husband-wife power couple their way through ALL of the ghost-guests, wrecking the casino in the process. By the time they make it to the hotel room for back up, Vlad is standing in the middle of a destroyed suite, red heels in hand, Agents K and O groaning on the floor, and the dastardly ghost/human duo restrained. Vlad shoots his friends a withering glare and tries to wipe his lipstick off with the back of his hand. It just smears.

Petri turns out to be a case of true possession (over shadowing being short-term and possession being long-term). The meek, unconfident, ordinary gas station employee, Patrick Fitz, is consensually allowing the sleazy toad-like ghost Petrifyer to use his body to navigate the human world and make them both rich.

Once in custody, Patrick and Petrifyer attempt to elicit sympathy from Vlad due to their similar positions and affinity for "ghost-human relations." Vlad just sneers at them and says he is so far out of their league in every possible way they might as well be on different planets.

The mission ends, Jack immediately forgets he signed a non-disclosure agreement, and Maddie practices her card game skills. (Afterward, Vlad offers Maddie a much more understanding apology for the way he used to treat her, and thanks her for not killing him at any point during those days.)

[kxsagi]

IT'S SO TRUE THAT RIN IS THE CHASE ATLANTIC CODE. ESPECIALLY MEDDLE ABOUT..

I have a headcannos, Rin is riding motorcycle (ofc legal age) at full speed late at night when the road is empty and playing chase atlantic in his helmet on his headphones (especially meddle about) 🤭🫦

“𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭”

a/n: i just had to write this, i couldn't hold back 😭 but tbf, i had a similar idea in my drafts

RIN WITH CHASE ATLANTIC THO >>> orgasmic combo

suggestive content inside!

the sky is inked black, the kind of night where the stars stay hidden like secrets no one's brave enough to say out loud. the city hums in its quietest hour, long past midnight, when everything that’s honest and raw starts crawling out of its hiding place. biker boy! rin’s motorcycle engine purrs beneath him like a beast leashed by nothing but his grip and mood, tires slicing through the cold air as if he’s racing something only he can see. his helmet presses close around his ears, music thrumming in sync with the tempo of his pulse. 

“you got me down on my knees, it’s getting harder to breathe out,” chase atlantic murmurs into his skull. 

and he laughs under his breath, low and breathy, the kind of laugh that says he’s spiraling and enjoying it. because yeah, he does want to meddle about. and he does want to come see you tonight. 

he's been restless for hours, prowling around his apartment like a caged animal. the silence was too loud. the sheets didn’t feel right. and all he could think about was the soft weight of your body in his arms the last time you fell asleep on his couch, legs tangled in his, your voice whispering sleepy things into the fabric of his hoodie. 

so here he is. racing through the city just to get to you. you, who’s probably asleep right now. you, who always joke that you’ll never date a guy with a death wish and then kiss him right after he does something stupid, like speeding through a red light or popping a wheelie on a backroad. you, who make his chest ache in a way he never admits out loud, not even to himself. 

his black bike leans dangerously close to the pavement as he takes a curve fast, wind biting against the exposed part of his neck, and he tightens his grip on the handles like they’re the only thing tethering him to this world. 

“no, i wanna see you undress now, i wanna hear you confess now.” 

he hums along this time. voice muffled but there. 

maybe you do want him. maybe you don’t. maybe he’s always stuck somewhere in between with you. 

but it doesn’t matter. he’s already pulling up to your place. brakes hissing. engine groaning to a stop like it's pissed he made it here in one piece. he kicks the stand out, yanks his helmet off – hair a mess, cheeks flushed, that look in his eyes like he just survived something. like he is something you’re gonna have to survive. 

he slips past the gate. climbs up to your window like he’s done it a hundred times. knocks twice in the specific pattern you made him memorize. doesn’t stop playing the song in his headphones even though the night is silent now. 

your light flickers on. you appear in your window with your eyes squinted and hair a sleepy mess and that expression on your face that says “rin, are you insane–” but before you even get a full sentence out, he smirks and says, “come for a ride.” 

“... it’s like 2 AM?” 

“yeah. that’s the point.” 

you stare at him. he stares right back. the music pulses quietly in his headphones. 

“baby, show me what you’re doing, come and turn around.” 

you sigh. but you’re already pulling on a hoodie. already reaching for your shoes. because you always do. 

ten minutes later, you’re gripping his waist on the back of the bike, arms locked tight around his torso, your cheek pressed to the broad line of his back. and biker boy! rin’s flying again, faster than he should be, music blasting, hair whipping, the city nothing but streaks of light and freedom. 

he doesn’t look back, but he feels you hold on tighter when he pushes the throttle again. he hears your laughter get swallowed by the wind. he thinks about the way your hand slid under his shirt when you thought he was asleep last weekend, like you were memorizing the shape of his spine. 

biker boy! rin’s not a boy who talks too much. not a boy who believes in fairytales or happily ever afters. but as the chorus repeats and you bury your face into his shoulder, he swears: he’ll meddle about with you forever if you let him. 

and this? this is how he says i love you. with engine smoke, midnight air, and a song bleeding into his bones. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[free-luigi-mangione]

so like when i first saw the humans are born resilient letter (that was the only portion then) i was like look who's speaking *eye roll* you dumbass stop trying to pretend to be all high and mighty we know where you're stuck at rn and now because of some things going downhill around me i've been reminding myself humans are born resilient and that things will be ok and it's making me want to cry like why on earth is a political prisoner writing something in a letter to somebody else entirely becoming words of comfort to somebody thousands of miles away it's kinda been hitting me hard and i'm honestly not coping well with the whole thing atp

[escaped-goat]

My Tav, Grabbing Gale by the collar: "No, Gale. Don't take off the earring.

I want you to wear the symbol of your ex so she can hear how hard I fuck my whole heart into you, then wonder why you're callin my name and not hers like a prayer out in the wilds.

Let Mystra hear what it's like to actually be worshipped by you."

Gale: *gives a shaky thumbs up*

---Draft snippet from a fic I'm writing---

(Art incoming of my Tav who did said smashing in the wilds. Eventually. I have so much work to do. Wish me luck).

[algrenion]

i had the most 12 year old girl type dream last night where i was friends with Chappell Roan and she invited me and my friends to america from scotland for a concert sleepover party, and when we got there she was like "you guys must be hungry let me take you to the bubblegum pink coloured KFC buffet", and then Micarah Tewers (you know like?? the youtuber who makes clothes?) was there while i was taking handfuls of chicken fillets and hashbrowns and i was like "oh my god Micarah Tewers!! i love your videos" and she said she liked my outfit and i was like "oh my god do you like Chappell Roan?? she's here with us at the buffet, i think she likes making clothes too idk you guys would probably get along" and then my BOYFRIEND woke me up when he came in after a long night of playing TARKOV until 6am and i was SO ANGRY and i want to go BACK to that DREAM (MOSTLY for the KFC buffet, i was not done with those hash browns)

[beneath-the-mask]

Hot take but if Miquella was a girl I don’t believe the discourse surrounding his character would have arose with the dlc ending. Or at least it wouldn’t have been so bad. Like his ‘crimes’ are definitely not worse than Marika’s and yet I rarely see anyone genuinely hating on her character for what she’s done. Because she’s an attractive woman and that’s all that matters to some people.

Like he’s not at all the worst we’ve seen in a souls game and yet people are treating him like the devil. Suspicious, if you ask me…

[wisteriagoesvroom]

now why would someone remind me that oscar is in fact a gym moaner

[toastofburning]

Hey guys. Can you tell I like lotr? Got this set on Christmas and wanted to show it off. Happy reading!

[blorbo-luvr-3000]

GUYS GUYS GUYS. DO YOU THINK SPY WOULD HAVE BEEN AN ALPHA MALE DATING PODCASTER IN THE MODERN DAY??? CUZ IN EXPIRATION DATE HE WAS ALL LIKE “women want RICH and MYSTERIOUS and DANGEROUS MEN.” LIKE BRO HE SOUNDED LIKE @NDREW T@TE??????

[jils-things]

by the lighthouse.

dividers

[architetturacannibale]

i would never ever ever have a relationship of any kind with my professors never never never. but boy do i think about it

[ratttgay]

now i'm lying on the cold hard ground (phard phlaunch)

[anubisthe1]

My favourite headcanon that my head made recently is the one that because of madaras insanely powerful eyes, he can not walk into any room without being announced. A random uchiha with a strong voice would carry the duty to notify everyone of madaras' arrival. Should be something like:

"Be aware madara uchiha is here" or

"Cover your eyes, the uchiha madara has arrived"

( I am definitely not making this sound as good as it did in my head. Can't blame me. In my native language, this sounds better"

This could have been madaras own idea out of fear of not properly controlling his new ems and accidentally harming someone innocent that just happened to look at him in the eye. Though I strongly think that his own advisor recommended this as well, out of fear from seeing madaras insanity.

Then, decades later, in an obito lives au, the same old announcement law makes a comeback. Obito is madaras son and also has the freedom to walk anywhere and everywhere because of kakashi. So there is nothing protecting the rest of the mortals from him other than the announcements.

[jonesforradio]

I'm nearly 40 and still every interaction with my parents makes me wish I were dead. I guess that just ...never goes away? Even with time?

[nostomannia]

Hi. I'm trying to get myself back into writing but pain and suffering, lmao. May reblog my permanent starter call again- however I think I might drop my starter call stuff just because some of those have been on hold Forever.

[all-i-do-is-live-in-daydreams]

I wanna stuff my face in his boobs and motorboat him even if his perfect firm indestructible titties destroy my face