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soranatus · 27 days

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Star Wars: The Rebel Files (2018) - The Ghost Crew | Illustration by Isaac Hannaford

“General, The Spectres are the real deal. Though small in number, they’ve executed some big ops thus far.”

#Star Wars: The Rebel Files #star wars #ghost crew #Spectre cell #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #sabine wren #garazeb orrelios #chopper #star wars rebels #swr #swedit #my edit

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pespillo · 3 months

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be part of my grand design

#the walten files #twf bon #bon twf #spectre bon #white bon #i hate you bitch ill never stop loving you...BITCH!

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talesofsorrowandofruin · 1 month

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WIP Intro x 2

The Case Files of Seo Yo-han has just turned into a six-book series. Is anyone surprised any more? (I am. I shouldn't be, but I am.)

Introducing both new instalments at once, because why not:

Title: There Stands a Spectre

Genre: Murder mystery

Setting: ??? Possibly 1910?

Summary: A man and woman disappear without trace. A student is accused of rape. A teenager ran off with his parents' money. All these cases happened in the same area within one week. Yo-han discovers this isn't the only link between them.

Status: Planning in progress

Fun facts:

The title is a quote from Lady Clara Vere de Vere by Alfred Lord Tennyson: "There stands a spectre in your hall:/The guilt of blood is at your door."

Despite what you might think, the case doesn't involve a literal ghost haunting its killers.

This book doesn't have a happy ending. Consider yourself warned.

The main inspiration is Whose Body? by Dorothy L. Sayer.

Title: The Tempest and the Night

Genre: Murder mystery

Setting: ?? Probably after Houses Full of Deceit, so 1920-ish.

Summary: A rainstorm reveals someone has been murdered and buried in someone else's grave. Different types of earth clinging to the body reveal it was buried somewhere else, then exhumed and reburied. Yo-han has to answer three questions: who killed them, where they were first buried, and why they were moved.

Status: Planning in progress

Fun facts:

The title is a quote from The New Locksley Hall by Francis Adams: "Enter then within your chambers in the rich and quiet light:/Never think of us who struggle in the tempest and the night."

The main inspiration is a terrible mystery novel I read last year. It had an interesting premise (body exhumed and reburied in someone else's grave) but the worst execution and the solution made no sense. I was annoyed into planning my own take on that premise. So here we are ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Taglist: Let me know if you want to be added!

Adding the general Case-Files taglist: @akindofmagictoo, @sam-glade, @sarahlizziewrites, @oh-no-another-idea, @cljordan-imperium, @mrbexwrites (Tell me on this post if you want to be added/removed!)

#WIP intro #writing #my writing #my WIPs #WIP: spectre #WIP: tempest #the case files of seo yo han

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spectrearia · 6 months

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lol it took like 5 days for my tumblr backup to fully process for my massive archived blog and now i'm downloading it and i'm just seeing the download continually climb up into like the 25GB+ range with zero indication of how much more is left >n<;;

rip my storage space i guess. i'm just hoping it doesn't end up going over 100GB. i would probably cry

#here's to hoping i can eventually expand my storage space and external backup space at some point #not sure when but i'll feel a bit more at ease with my file management if i know for certain that i can handle a lot of large files #spectre says #delete later

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loosiap · 2 years

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1) fhairbandana brown bandana replaced with Anto Youth from Spectre-sims (textures) and Peppermint&Ginger (mesh edit)

Poppet’s v2 colours; all categories; polycount 9.5k

y.adult-elder (original ages): DOWNLOAD MEGA | SFS

teen-elder: DOWNLOAD MEGA | SFS

2) fhairbandana green bandana replaced with SimLaughLove Madonna ver.01 from Socialbunny

Poppet’s v2 colours; all categories; polycount 2.6k

y.adult-elder (original ages): DOWNLOAD MEGA | SFS

teen-elder: DOWNLOAD MEGA | SFS

Credits: Anto, Eir-ung, DigitalAngels, Peppermint-Ginger, @spectre-sims, SimLaughLove, @socialbunny, Poppet-sims

#i hate clay hair and i know sll's hair is clay but... i like this one so i used it #plus look how small those files are #that suprised me a looooot #sims 2 default #DR:bandana #anto #simlaughlove #spectre-sims #socialbunny #poppet v2 #DR-hair #DR-Fhair #ts2 defaults

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spectrearia-archive · 1 year

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waaaaah I played Hitman WoA again for the first time in a while, got Silent Assassin, Suit Only on a mission.... and it didn't even??? count my suit-only achievement???? whyyyy;;;; I was so patient and took way too long on that mission just to achieve SA/SO but I guess it didn't matter in the end :c riperonis I suppose

#i did reload a save tho and some guard glitched out #so idk if that reload had some kind of weird affect on the save file as a whole #and made the game think i had changed my outfit ?? idk it can be weird like that with save states #either way it was kinda fun to play again #i haven't in a while because freelancer intimidated me #and i thought i had to play it but then i realized i dont Have To #so i just did a normal mission again #'twas fun #hitman #hitman woa #spectre says

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frogkunlit · 11 months

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A Good Light Novel With a Bad Title

Light novels are infamous for their “clickbait” titles, but honestly, any general book lover can probably tell you about a title that was single-handedly responsible for reeling them in, for better or worse. The other day, I read a book called Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone for reasons I’m sure you can understand. It’s also hard to argue that the provocative title of Jennette McCurdy’s…

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#86 #Associate Professor Akira Takatsuki&039;s Conjecture #eighty-six #in/spectre #Light Novels #overlord #sword art online #the case file of jeweler richard #the detective is already dead #the ryuo&039;s work is never done #the saga of tanya the evil

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pespillo · 3 months

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i wanna see that beautiful you within the depths of your ugliness

#the walten files #felix kranken #spectre bon #twf bon #samsa´s art stuff #felbon #is that the name.#body horror

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umbrellachronicles · 9 months

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UMBRELLA CHRONICLES ACCESSED . . .

PERSONNEL DOSSIER

FILE NO. ▇▇▇▇▇▇

NAME: Vladimir Bodrovski

CALLSIGN: SPECTRE

D.O.B.: ▇▇/▇▇/1964

OCCUPATIONS / RANK: Formerly — Soviet Union Security Service; Formerly — Illegal informant for Vory v Zakone/Thieves In Law; Umbrella, U.S.S. Delta Team "Wolfpack" — Surveillance Expert

CERTIFICATIONS: Renown sharpshooting (close to long range), surveillance & intelligence technician, moderate CQC

VISUAL FEATURES: 5'11" / dark midlength hair, large observant eyes, long plain features, slouched and errant body language, lithe, / face inspo / tattoos

NOTES & REMARKS: low raspy voice with long, winded pauses between words

BACKGROUND: A veteran of the Cold War and former spy previously with the former Soviet Union's security services, codename SPECTRE was well suited to his role as an intelligence technician where his lack of any standout physical or social characteristics helped him to remain virtually invisible in any situation.

His work brought him into contact with the seedier side of life, something he soon discovered he had an affinity for. He exploited his underworld network for his own gain, namely blackmail, which eventually brought him into conflict with the authorities. As a result, SPECTRE had to flee Russia with investigators and authorities on his heels every step of the way.

→ Vladimir attended the Academy of Foreign Intelligence. Privy to the shifting politics in Russia, and sensing the upcoming fall of the Soviet Union, Vladimir needed insurance for his future. He began to collect and trade in major government secrets with the many gangs under the callsign СПЕКТР (SPEKTR: ghost or spectre). He began to be known as a concierge of secrets and earned a considerable standing in the underworld. He was considered a part of the воры в законе (Vory v Zakone) or the "Thieves In Law" and learn the ponyatiyam, the honor code of criminals.

→ The Soviet Union began to suspect one of their own was leaking insider information. In preparation for the investigation, Vladimir whipped up a smokescreen of false trails to his peers. While eyes were off of him, he tried to flee. In his anxious haste, while traveling to leave the country, he committed a social blunder and was arrested for seperate unrelated trumped-up charges. He spent about six months imprisoned.

→ The Thieves In Law and the ponyatiyam code worked quickly to free their informant. They tapped into the obshchak, the massive mutual aid fund made by the rich criminal underworld meant to bribe law enforcements, silence political parties, and, in this case, get prisoners out earlier. Vladimir spent six months imprisoned, but he still needed to leave Russia before the authorities sentenced him for treason or for being integral to the falling Soviet Union.

Vladimir 'Spectre' Bodrovski was moved from Umbrella's European wing for unknown reasons. The premier surveillance expert of the U.S.S., he was transferred to Wolfpack when the upper echelon of Umbrella management realized his skills could greatly benefit them.

He found a home within the U.S.S., and his surveillance skills have regularly ensured that the corporation stays well informed and that the Wolfpack keeps the upper hand in combat situations.

SUPPLEMENTAL LINKS: tattoos. | appearance. | writing. | headcanons. | musings.

#SPECTRE . . . 「 headcanon 」#SPECTRE . . . 「 file 」

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 3 months

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Ignore Me

Marc Spector x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Marc wants you to ignore him.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: Let's file this under, we don't have time to unpack that.

Warnings: reader has tattoos, swearing, p in v sex, cream pie, vaginal fingering, Marc wanting to be ignored during sex as a kink, Marc saying some self-deprecating things about himself as a kink, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2130

“What’s this one for?” Marc lightly tapped the tattoo on your bicep with the tip of his nose and snuggled a little closer to you in bed, his chest against your back.

“Oh, that one?”

“Hmm.” He pressed his lips to the spot before he rubbed his cheek against you.

“That one gives me the ability to tell the future.” You say playfully.

Marc snorts, “oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

“Steven says that’s bullshit.”

You turn to look him in the face over your shoulder. “No way Steven would say that.”

“What? He swears all the time?” Marc grins.

“Yeah,” you can’t help but smile back, breaking your pretend outrage, “that’s true, but he’d say ‘that’s shit’, bullshit is too American.”

Marc chuckles and snakes his hand down to pinch your side a little, just enough to make you laugh and squirm. His other arm holds you tight against his body. “How would you like some American in you?”

You laugh harder. “Marc, that’s terrible.”

“You love it.” He kisses the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and purposefully bites down gently. Hard enough to make you squirm again and push back against his hardening cock.

“So,” he mumbles in your ear, “you gonna tell me the meaning behind this one or…?”

“Is that a threat Spectre?”

He grins again against your shoulder.

“I think you’re not actually interested in what it means.” You tease, purposefully scooting forward a little when he tries to grind against your backside.

Marc’s fingers twitch around you, his left hand going to your hip to hold you still, but you wiggle away from him.

“I think you’re preoccupied with something else.”

“What?” He tries his best to keep the amusement out of his voice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shifts closer to you again and you bend back, bowing outward so that he still can’t rut against you.

“Oh really?” You tease.

He growls playfully at you, pulling you back towards him with a gentle, but firm strength, until you are flush against his chest.

He silences your next teasing retort by swiftly sneaking his hand down the front of your pyjamas.

“Marc,” you moan, your voice hitching up at the end as he lightly pinches your clit. You press back against him, your legs instinctively inching wider.

“Oh, so now you wanna be close, huh?”

You give him a look over your shoulder accompanied by a frustrated grunt that earns you a chuckle and a kiss on the nape of your neck.

He rolls your clit slowly between his thumb and forefinger, adding just the right amount of pressure to have you keening and rocking back against his aching cock.

Marc gasps, letting out a low grumbily moan as you press against his sensitive tip. Precum is smearing against his stomach and soaking a wet patch into his boxers.

Despite how you push back against him, your movements starting to border on frantic as heat begins to build and build in your stomach, he keeps up his languid, tortuous pace. Often, he likes it best like this. Slow and drawn out to almost the point of pain until the dam breaks. Makes it feel like he’s useful, like he’s doing a good job. Frantically trying to hold himself together, gripping onto the last pieces of his self-control until pleasure pulls him down into blissful mindlessness.

He dips the tip of his forefinger lower, just teasing at your entrance before sliding back up as he muffles his moans at your wetness into your bare shoulder.

But it seems you have other ideas.

You turn your head, just enough to give him a messy kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, the glide of your lips on his own quickly pulls a desperate moan from his chest. You hook your fingers into your waistband and pull your pyjamas down, kicking them off the last bit of the way.

He growls as you press back against him and sneak your hand back to stroke him twice over his boxers, revelling in his little whimpered shiver, before you slide under the material and eagerly run your fingers over his hard, velvet length.

His grip tightens on your waist for a moment before he moves closer, plunging two fingers inside of you in one quick motion.

You gasp in surprise as he strokes your walls, pleasure blossoming along your spine.

Marc moans against your shoulder, nipping and biting softly at your skin as he muffles himself. “So wet… fuck…” He bucks mindlessly against you for a second, focusing completely on the feel of you squeezing around his thick fingers and your little whimpered groans as you press your face into the pillow.

His caress is dizzying, maddening as he purposefully goes the smallest fraction slower than what you want, what you need. Obsessed with seeing you writhe and beg for him.

“Marc, please,” You buck up against him, grabbing hold of his arm to try to keep him at the angle that makes you see stars.

He groans low, lightheadedness washing over him as you beg and his dick twitches. “Baby, please can we…” He bites his lip, screwing his eyes closed and he swallows down what he wants to say, hoping you were too caught up in your own pleasure to have heard him.

But even as your hips move and breathing hitches you turn to look at him over your shoulder. “What do you need?”

He sinks his teeth into his lip harder and shakes his head ever so slightly.

“Marc,” the low, desperate edge to your voice makes him whine.

“Can you ignore me?” He blurts out, heat rising to his cheeks and blistering his skin.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

You slow your hips, halting his hand's movements and Marc wants to go find a ditch to bury himself in, but your sweet voice makes him open his eyes.

“Ignore you?” There’s no judgement, but he still hides his face and presses his forehead against your back.

“Hmmm.”

“Sweetheart,” you stroke his hair. “Tell me please.”

He breathes a heavy sigh against your skin before blurting out. “Can you ignore me while I fuck you for as long as you can?”

You smile, “you’d like that?”

There’s a little spark of hope in his chest that makes his dick throb. “Yes.” He whispers.

“Okay. How do you want me?”

Marc moves quicker than you thought possible and you almost laugh at his eagerness, but stop yourself from fear that he would take it the wrong way.

He carefully positions you on the bed, on your stomach with a pillow under your hips to prop them up slightly. He leans over you for a second, softly placing his hands on your thighs and spreading them slightly. A shiver of anticipation runs up your spine.

But he quickly stops, leaning to the side and taking your book off the bedside table. “Could you, erm, read this? Or pretend to read it?”

The uncertainty in his voice is so sweet, gentle, like a fine dusting of snow. You nod as you take the book out of his hands and turn to a random, previously read, page.

“Thank you,” he mutters and kisses your shoulder blade before trailing down your back and pressing his lips against every tattoo he can reach.

Marc waits for a moment apprehensively, just watching you read, taking in the way you have propped yourself up a little so that you can easily hold the book, before he pulls off his boxers and takes himself in hand.

He tries to be as quiet as moves between your legs, spreading them over so slightly wider as he slowly runs his hand along his dick and just teases at his slit with the tip of his thumb. But he can’t stop his breath from hitching as he sees your arousal shining in the weak light.

He swallows and inches forward on his knees, gradually leaning down to run the head of his cock through your soaking folds.

He feels your shiver, the way your muscles instinctively clench around him, but you stay silent, your eyes glued to the words on the page even though for the life of you, you can’t focus on what you are seeing.

Carefully Marc notches his fat tip at your entrance, breathing through his nose as he painstakingly slowly pushes inside.

Your walls squeeze around him, pulling him further in and welcoming him home. And he can’t stop the gasp of pleasure that tumbles out of his lips. He grabs your hip, just to steady himself, just to focus as the pleasure twists so tightly in his stomach.

He glances at the back of your head for a second, biting down hard on his bottom lip to control himself as he bottoms out.

You turn the page and carry on pretending to read.

Marc whines, his arousal making him lightheaded and can’t resist any longer. He slowly pulls out before pushing himself back in, leaning down so that his right hand rests on the mattress while his left still holds your hip.

The pace is moderate, at first. The only sounds are the slick wetness as he steadily fucks you, punctuated by his little gasps and moans that he tries so hard to swallow down.

He changes the angle on each trust, trying to find the perfect spot.

Your grip tightens on the book as he hits it, your thighs clenching, back arching ever so slightly. But you bite your teeth together and manage somehow to stop your cry of pleasure.

Marc shivers as your body reacts but you don’t, a low and pathetic whine grumbling out from his throat as he increases his thrusts and focuses on that spot. On hitting it perfectly every time. He can feel you shake, the smallest shift as you push back against him ever so slightly, trying to stop yourself from going too far. All to indulge him. And his resolve snaps.

He moans loudly, thrusting up into you hard and moving your thighs further apart so he can watch himself disappearing into your tight, wet heat.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” he can’t stop himself now, can’t help the words from spilling out. “Fuck, you don’t even know I’m here, do you? Don’t even care that I’m fucking you, because,” he gasps as you clench around him, “because I’m so small you can’t even tell,” he starts thrusting rapidly, pounding into you and you see stars, “can’t even,” he moans loudly, his voice dissolving into a whiney needy breathy mess, and for some reason a sharp spark of arousal slides along your skin. “I can’t even make you cum, I can’t-”

You moan loudly, your pretence of reading the book abandoned as you can’t hold back any longer as he continuously hits so perfectly deep. The force of his thrusts rock you against the pillow under your hips, dragging your clit across the cotton and making you scream.

“Oh shit!” Marc’s grip on you tightens, his eyes rolling back in his head as you clench and gush around him, your orgasm being ripped ruthlessly from your bones as he fucks you perfectly.

“Baby, fuck,” he cums inside, filling you up to the brim. His hips keep moving, fucking you through your orgasm even as overstimulation prickles along his skin and makes him whine.

It’s only when you reach back and grab his hand, pulling him towards you that he finally stops and collapses on top of you.

He quickly goes to move to the side, but you squeeze his hand. “Stay here.”

“I’m not squashing you am I?”

You shake your head. “Feels comfy.”

He chuckles and kisses your cheek. You can still tell he’s leaning slightly on his left arm and leg, not wanting to put his whole weight on you.

A little awkwardly you manage to coax him into relaxing on top of you.

“Was that…” he swallows nervously as he traces the tattoo on your ribs. “I hope that was okay for you…”

You smile. “I didn’t know your dick was so small I couldn’t even feel you.”

He groans a little and buries his head into your neck, but he’s chuckling.

You pause for only a second before you continue. “I liked it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I liked that you were all whiney.”

He snorts.

“I didn’t know you liked that.”

“Liked what?” He asks.

“Being ignored.”

“Oh… I don’t know.” He pauses. “It’s just… it’s like I can’t control anything, that what I do doesn’t matter so I just have to let go?”

You nod and squeeze his hand.

“Would you… be up for doing it again maybe?”

You turn just enough so that you can kiss his face. “Of course.”

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