#fc pistol

[art-of-alpacitha]

Art Fight -- Team Bloom

Disclaimer: the Galaxian/Novation species were created by @packedlunchmeat

Target: Pistol (foreground, right; batteryjuices on Art Fight)

Featuring:

Cygni (foreground, center; packedlunchmeat)

Scopii (foreground, left; ♥︎Gyaru on Art Fight)

Beta (background, rightmost; me)

Horo (background, right; ♥︎Gyaru)

Adora (background, center; me)

Fluffy (background, left; ♥︎Gyaru)

Hafu (background, leftmost; me)

Click for quality!

#artists on tumblr #artists on digital art #alpacitha art #alpacitha art 2022 #art fight #art fight 2022 #art fight attack #art fight team bloom #team bloom #friend tagging #batteryjuices #packedlunchmeat #♥︎Gyaru #fc pistol #fc cyngi #fc scopii #oc b3t4 #oc beta #fc horo #oc 4d0r4 #oc adora #fc fluffy #oc h47u #oc hafu #this was 500 points LOL

[sonic-elements]

Racket The Snapping Shrimp

Ladies and gentleman coming to you, One of the ocean worlds best singing sensations. wishing to use her music for a good cause, with her angelic voice and her sound powers a true Magenta wisp embodiment meet Racket the Snapping shrimp 

(Sonic Characters belong to ©Sega) (Character belongs to me don't steal or trace)

#my oc #my art #sonic the headgehog #sonic oc #sonic fc #sonic #sonic elements #team wisp #sonic the hedgehog #aj the elementalgod #elementalgod aj #sonic wisps #Magenta wisp #mobian #Racket The Snapping shrimp #snapping shrimp #pistol shrimp

[punkriod]

COLLECTION. / WEAPONS.

#ooc / my edits . #ooc / lady . #fc #bc #she prefers big guns but keeps pistols in her purse

[mallorymaddox]

@daevilhorns.

  ❝what  do  you  say  about  getting  a  drink  with  me?  it's  the  least  i  can  do.  you  fixed  my  guitar  which  i  somehow  still  don't  know  how  to  do  myself.❞

#daevilhorns #imagine her saying this in the softest most gentle angelic voice ever. also like i vibe so much my fc's character on pistol #their vibe is...much like sid on pistol and her character like motherly and shit like that lmao. but she def thinks he's cute and a sweetie

[atonalginger]

OC Introduction

Fandom: Starfield

Role: Spacefarer,

BASICS

Full Name: Julien Prince

Nickname(s): Fox

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation and Titles:  Prev: combat medic in the FC miltia (post war), random odd jobs not worth remembering. UC Vanguard Recently: Argos mining, Constellation explorer, Freestar Ranger

Birthday & Age:  at the time of the game 35. Born on the 3rd day of the tenth month in the ass-end of nowhere Dodgewood, Akila

Physical description: 5'8", dense muscles, appears lanky

Clothing style: Fox does not have what one would call style. Let's just say it's a good thing his main jobs have had uniforms...will mix prints, loud colors, though he can clean up and dress appropriately when the occasion demands.

BACKGROUND

Fox is Doc Melody's twin. They left home at 18 shortly after he signed with the FC militia and began medic training. Lost track of Doc for a time, causing him to hop from job to job while searching for her. Around the time he found her in NA he met his husband, joined the Vanguard to gain citizenship, and settled into a more boring life in the UC. Then his sister tagged along for a Comm tower repair job out in Tau Ceti and...well life picked up and never slowed down after that...

COMBAT & SKILLS

Preferred fighting style: If he has to fight he favors pistols/revolvers and snipers rifles. Well more like if he has to fight he'd prefer to hit hem first without being seen but if not, he's a menace with a pistol. Like Fox is Mercy from overwatch when she stops healing and starts hosing the other team...

Favorite weapon(s): Fully upgraded Razorback, Fully upgraded Urban Eagle, A Lawgiver set up for long range (I know that's not a sniper but it's what he used!)

Special skills: He's a drummer. A really good drummer. He can also sing. He and Doc were actually in a band as teens. Photography.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Doc, his husband, his inlaws. His found family of close friends (including Bella and lil' Sophie). He and Doc are no contact with their blood relatives for personal reasons

Love interest: His husband, Nick. Loves that software engineer like no other.

Best friends: Other than Doc and Nick? Bella, Diego Monroe, Barrett, Vlad, and Noel.

PERSONALITY

Positive traits: Trustworthy, Brave, Adaptive, Protective

Negative traits: Impulsive, Rebellious, sometimes cocky.

Likes: exploring, amber ales, babysitting his nieces, days off.

Dislikes: Lillian Hart (you'll see), politics, IPAs

Fears: losing what family he has left

Guilty Pleasure: I mean he doesn't ascribe guilt to his pleasures but his sister would say the fact that he blasts old earth boy bands in the cockpit when he thinks he's alone. He knows all the words to every song on NSYNC's debut album.

Hobbies: Photography, playing his drums, baking, camping, driving his sister batty.

#oc introductions #oc Fox #it's Doc's brother again!.

[theunderestimator-2]

Punk Rock Utd: an all-star team of various musicians of the late-’70s London rock scene playing charity football matches in 1979 against Shoot! Magazine  and a TV sporting celebrities team and ending up playing at Stamford Bridge Chelsea FC ground, as captured by Bob Legon for Smash Hits.

L-R, back row: Bill Stewart (Island Record’s talent spotter), Gen X’s Billy Idol, Robert (4″Be2″s roadie), Sex Pistol’s Paul Cook  & Gen X’s Tony James.

front row: Mike James (Tony’s brother), 4″Be2″s /John Lydon’s younger brother Jimmy, Sex Pistol Steve Jones, 4″Be2″s Paul Young, Gerry O’Donnell (loan from Celtic), the Skids’ Richard Jobson & Thin Lizzy’s Phil Lynott on the far right playing “spot the ball”, to quote the original caption.

London promoter, DJ, manager & member of 4" Be 2" & The Bollocks Brothers Jock McDonald along with Faebhean Kwest of Cuddly Toys & Raped organized the event and Killing Joke’s Youth, one-hit reggae wonder Dan-I and some more presumably took part as well, while the part of the hooligan crowd was performed by The Upstarts’ Tomy Mensi. 

(via, via, via, via, via, via, via)

#punk rock #early punk scene #1979 #punk #steve jones #paul cook #sex pistols #4Be2s #generation x #billy idol #tony james #the skids #richard jobson #thin lizzy phil lynott #people #football

[transmechanicus]

How's AC so far? Currently running the default mech, with upgraded FCS and thrusters, and the rail pistol instead of the starting cannon

IM ON A TRIP TO SEATTLE UNTIL LABOR DAY SO UNLESS I INSTALL IT ON MY BROTHER’S XBOX AND FIND FREE TIME IM OUT OF LUCK😭

#my stuff #asks

[canary-in-a-vault]

“Pistol-Packin’ Mama, Lay that pistol down.”

LUCY MACLEAN - FALLOUT PRIME

Ind. 18+ RP blog. Selective. Lit-Para.

Hosted. By. Cakes.

Warning: Due to the nature of Fallout, this blog will contain (not limited to):

Smut content, Violence and Gore, Cannibalism, Abuse, Drug Use, and typical Fallout garbage.

Follows back from @sirenmilf

DM OPEN TO PLOT.

Please follow the following vault rules to ensure happiness and safety during your stay at Vault 33:

- muse is 23, and uses he/they. Please be nice. No one under 18. [MUN FC: Lucy Gray Baird- THGBOSAS]

-please discuss any and all dead dove or nsfw content beforehand with me.

-I am open to being tagged in starters, please shove shit at me.

-I write third person, with Inputs of characters thoughts and ideas. I need at least two paragraphs! Please do not start a plot with me if you write with any first-person perspective (or call my muse “you” in RP) please go away I can’t do that.

-please please dm me I am nasty and love all gross things let’s make some horrible stuff.

-I do ship Ghoulcy, but I have a priority for Vaultknight. I don’t see Ghoulcy as ever being a healthy relationship, don’t expect positivity and lovey doves ghoulcy. It’s gonna get nasty. Please just block if you don’t want to see ghoulcy.

-I work in an environment where I will sometimes not be able to access my phone. My schedule is Monday-Friday 8-2:30 PST!

-I also Roleplay on discord if you’d like :)

BANNERS. BY. @saradika-graphics

#;INFO:LUCY MACLEAN #Fallout RP #Fallout Prime #Lucy Maclean RP #Fallout Roleplay #Open Roleplay

[expended-sleeper]

WIP Wednesday Sunday

Thanks for the tag, @dirty-bosmer and @kookaburra1701 and anyone else who has tagged me in one of these in past weeks. Happy to finally be writing and sharing again.

Started a Starfield fic, of all things—the seventh ever posted on AO3, apparently. But the writing excitement has returned, which is probably the important thing.

In the historical records, everything on Vesta happened quickly: scholars claim that FC colonists first settled down in 2307, and that by the end of 2308 every one of those farmers had been killed by UC soldiers. In Freestar space today, the massacre is a rallying cry. Martyrs yell 'Remember Vesta' into communications channels before launching their missiles at civilian shuttles or ramming their ships into military satellites. All rogue agents now, of course. The Colony War officially ended almost twenty years ago. Peace reigns in the Settled Systems—the uneasy peace of the survivors, and the certain peace of the dead.

In the histories everything happened quickly, but Cedar Brontë knew better. She'd been born in 2295, when the number of families on Vesta could have been counted on two hands. Born between wars, born in a wash of too much blood. Her mother was the first human to ever die on that cursed planet.

Years before the United Colonies turned its deadly attention towards Vesta, Eliza Brontë had been put into the lonely ground. As a child, Cedar often visited that strange monument: a hunk of stone hidden amidst rainbow flowers and spiny hackti, a hunk of stone that represented only an idea. Mother. Here once, now gone. Daddy went quiet whenever Cedar asked about her, and he never visited the grave.

Soon enough Eliza was less lonely underneath that soil, as other families settled and buried their own dead. Old grandparents who passed all natural and peaceful. The odd victim of a farming accident or shuttle crash. War was still a distant memory and an unknown future. Life took root on Vesta and did well enough there for a time. Humanity enforced its familiar cycles on the alien world, working from long practice. People lived and died and laughed and worked and wept and danced.

Cedar, lonely on the ranch but well-spoiled by her father, came to love her home as most well-loved children do. She spent hours in her family's library reading of adventurers roaming out in the vast starscape. She read of space pirates and fanatics and politicians, of Collectives and Colonies—all abstract ideas, distant and imaginary. Her world was the ranch: it was a small and cozy world, and Cedar had little reason to question why they raised no livestock as their neighbors did. She never wondered where her father's money came from. A week after her tenth birthday, Cedar's father took her hand and led her out to his workshop. She watched him scan his thumbprint and unlock the door that had been forbidden to her all of her life. Alien odors drifted out to greet them, scents she knew from her father's clothing: oil and sulfur, chemical and flame, ash and coolant. "Daddy?" she asked. All of a sudden, looking at that forbidden place now open to her, she could not move her feet. "It's okay." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. There was a hardness in his expression that was as unfamiliar as it was frightening. "This is my work, honey. I've wanted to show you for so long. It was your mother's work, too."

At the mention of her mother, Cedar steeled her heart and took a deep breath. She brushed past her father and entered. Weapons of every make and model lined the thick steel walls of the workshop. Pistols, rifles, grenades, and far worse things of tortured metal that she could not put a name to. These were the items that her father's visitors took away wrapped in concealing cloth or packed into crates. For years now she'd watched the people come and go, and now she finally knew what they paid Daddy for. "This is my work," her father echoed, putting a hand on her shoulder. He looked on the tools of war with reverence, as if they were his gods and he their creation. "Are you afraid?" "No." Cedar could not tear her gaze away. "What are they for, daddy? Hunting?" "No. They're for justice. A dream that your mother and I shared. Do you know what justice is?" "It's, uh, doing what's right." She glanced away, reaching back into her memory to retrieve a recent reading. "Integrity in the dealings of men with each other. Rectitude. Equity. Uprightness."

He laughed a little, and Cedar started at the sudden vibration against her side. "I must be boring you to death out here, if you're reading dictionaries now. But those are just words." Her father turned her around to face him, his expression turning as serious as death. "But do you understand what justice is? Would you know it if you saw it? Would you recognize its absence?" "I don't know. Maybe." "Almost ninety years ago, some folk got together and signed some papers. The Treaty of Narion." He said the words like they were a curse, and Cedar recognized hatred in her father for the first time. "This treaty said people like us had to stay within three little star systems. They gave us permission to live inside those lines they drew on a map. Vesta is outside those lines. Have you ever thought about that?"

She shook her head, in full honesty. Her father wasn't saying anything she didn't already know, but she'd never put these facts together into anything meaningful. "Our existence here is a crime. Does that sound like justice to you, Cedar? You were the first person ever born on Vesta, but the United Colonies doesn't think you're a human being. You're just a treaty violation. Is that just?" "No," she answered, a little spark of anger rising in her breast. "I don't understand. Why don't they just leave us alone?" "Because they hate us." He stood and looked towards his work again. "They hate us, honey, and they'd be happy to see Vesta scorched down to bedrock."

Cedar, looking now too, saw the weapons now in a new light: they were the shields protecting them from destruction, from the wicked people in the United Colonies. Her father continued. "You're going to hear whispers, sooner or later, that I make these terrible guns just for the profit of it. You're going to have to close your ears to those lies. I give away as much as I sell, to desperate folk in need of protection. We don't have any soldiers to guard us out here. You understand?" "Yes." "Your mother and I always knew a war would be coming. She was my partner in that good fight. We never planned to have a child. We never planned…" He cleared his throat, and his grip on her shoulder tightened. "Well. These are the cards fate dealt us. I kept all this from you as long as I could. To preserve your innocence, your happiness. But it's time to wake up, now. The UC is hot for war; they want to dig up your poor mother's bones and call it a crime that they were ever buried here. These weapons are all that's keeping us from that awful future. These weapons, in the hands of deserving folk."

She nodded slowly, looked up at her father, and said those fateful words she would always remember with a touch of bitterness. "Can I help?"

#wip wednesday #starfield #writing #fanfiction

[slayerswrites]

* . ⊹ 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹…

muse: rick o'connell ( the mummy )

location: the desert, cairo, egypt

who for: any the mummy canon characters, ocs, fellow treasure hunter, historian, platonic or romance (romance only with w/nb) feel free to assume connection, nsfw friendly

crossover: slice of life, fantasy, period

triggers: weapon, gun

dni: if you, your muse or their fc is under 21. any muse related or based on harry potter. if the fc is cartoon/anime/drawing etc

if you wish to plot, read my rules or know more, please visit my main

Rick came back to the campfire, carelessly throwing a dead fish into the flames. As the male sat down on a rock, he pulled out the pistol that resided on his left hip - checking how many bullets were left. The small group of people that he found himself travelling with hadn't exactly been his first choice. However, with the promise of treasure, how could he even say no? Eyes wondered over the camp, everyone else seemed to be asleep - minus one. His attention quickly focused on the artefact in their hand, causing his brow to furrow. "What is that, I hope you didn't take that from town, the last thing we need is a bounty on our head."

#indie 1x1 #indie starter #indie fandom #indie roleplay #indie rp #indie fandom rp #open starter #independent rp #the mummy rp #rick o'connell rp #––– ❛ rick oconnell 【 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹. 】 #––– ❛ the mummy 【 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹. 】 #––– ❛ starters 【 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵. 】

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. 

Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

A zoilist is someone who gains pleasure from finding fault.

15% of Americans own no books, and 20% own fewer than 10.

It is only illegal to eat human flesh in one of the 50 US states, Idaho.

Research has shown that people are happiest at 7:26pm on Saturday evening.

92% of people type things into Google to see if they spelled them correctly.

In 2003, a Coca-Cola employee was fired because he was drinking Pepsi on the job.

In 1979, British politician Terry Dicks lost an election to his competitor Michael Cocks.

Lonely people take longer, hotter showers to replace the warmth they lack socially or emotionally.

In 2015, an aquarium in Vancouver gave their one-eyed rockfish a false eye because he was being bullied.

You can fail a drugs test if you eat too much food with poppy seeds in it.  Your urine would show as having morphine in.

At Two Oceans Pass, Wyoming, a mountain stream splits into two: one flows into the Atlantic, the other into the Pacific.

A five-year-old boy who went missing from his home in Alabama for 13 years was found when he tried to apply to college.

According to The Economist, Boston, Massachusetts is the best prepared city in the United States for a zombie invasion.

The ‘your mother’ insult is found in nearly all cultures and is as old as humanity itself, with examples in Shakespeare and the Bible.

In 2004, the USA delivered $12 billion in one hundred dollar bills weighing 363 tonnes to Iraq.  Nobody knows where it has gone.

In some European countries, they have parking spaces solely for women.  They are usually in heavily lit areas, close to petrol stations etc.

In 1956, Vyacheslav Ivanov won an Olympic rowing medal only to drop it in the lake while celebrating his win.  He dived in but never found it.

In 2015, a Manchester man began graffitiing giant penises onto potholes so that the city would fix them faster.  He was nicknamed 'Wanksy'.

French club FC Thionville will play an away fixture in New Caledonia in the South Pacific as part of the French Football Cup, a round trip of 19,883 miles.

In the 16th century, codpieces were so big they were used as pockets where men were said to carry handkerchiefs, purses, ballads, bottles, pistols and oranges.

Andy Warhol would often go into hair salons to get his wig cut.  Then next month, he would come back to the salon in a longer wig and act like his wig had grown.

If you play the tenth song on Weird Al Yankovic’s album ‘Bad Hair Day’ in reverse, you will hear, “Wow, you must have an awful lot of free time on your hands.”

In his application for a professorship at Trinity College Dublin, the Irish poet and future Nobel laureate W.B. Yeats misspelt the word ‘professorship’.  He didn’t get the job.

The scent of freshly mowed grass is the lawn actually trying to save itself from injury.  Plants release a number of organic compounds called green leaf volatiles.  When plants are injured, these emissions increase like crazy.

In 1988, a woman named Jean Terese Keating disappeared while awaiting trial for drunkenly killing a woman in a car crash.  She was arrested 15 years later after bragging at a bar about having gotten away with the crime.

In the 19th century, the phrase ‘Newcastle hospitality’ meant either ‘roasting a friend to death’ (subjecting someone to ‘a severe gibing and bantering’) or ‘killing a person with kindness’ (not allowing someone to leave the room until they fell dead-drunk under the table.)

Scottish man Angus Barbieri fasted for 392 days, from June 14, 1965, to July 11, 1966.  He lived on tea, coffee, soda water and vitamins while living at home in Tayport, Scotland, and frequently visited Maryfield Hospital for medical evaluation.  He lost 276 pounds and set a record for the length of a fast.

Nas listed his then 7-year-old daughter, Destiny Jones, as an Executive Producer on his fifth studio album ‘Stillmatic’, so she will always receive royalty checks from the album.  Nas' album, Stillmatic, was released on December 18th, 2001.  It sold over 342,600 copies in its first week of release and peaked at No. 5 on the U.S. Billboard 200 chart. 

Sanju Bhagat's stomach was so swollen he looked nine months pregnant, and his breathing was so bad that he was rushed to hospital.  Doctors suspected his enlarged abdomen was a tumor until they opened him up and found that he'd been carrying around his absorbed twin for 36 years.  This condition is known as ‘fetus in fetu’.  One twin absorbs the other but will continue to leech nutrients from the host.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day.  Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday!  I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy

[aercnaut-archived]

#*001. ham is my jam // ooc.

[dhampiravidi]

older!Jason Todd feelings

apparently I’m having thoughts about my guy today. Who can blame me? 🥰 here's a thing about him & my OC, Jayn, when they're a little bit older...

to start, his FC is Peter Gadiot. (yep, let that sink in.)

ANYWAY--

he's 50-something. when he really thinks about it, he's surprised that he's made it this far. Like all the other vigilantes & Gotham-centric people (including his own partner), he's got his own collection of scars (& foraged Batarangs), but that's to be expected. The usual suspects (Jayn, the old ladies in their* neighborhood, the Bats who were still kicking, and the nighttime escorts) always compliment him on his looks, even if he doesn't think he looks all that special. The Pit has slowed his aging; aside from some deepened smile crinkles at the corner of his eyes and slightly darker skin, he hasn't physically changed in decades. Ah well--there is the bone spur that future asshole!Tim had clued him into (long since removed), the scruff he occasionally lets grow in, and the blue that's slowly returning to his eyes in place of some of the Lazarus-tinted green. He still has the nightmares, and some things (prolonged laughter, horror movies, being surrounded by intense cold) still bother him, but Harley's really helped over the years.

he and Jayn said they'd never get married. They agreed when they were maybe 27 that having an actual wedding would just jinx things. If either of them died too early, the other would resurrect them, and yet...they both preferred to stay on top uninterrupted for a while. So, they had a date night (and day) spent mostly outside Gotham, one which ended with them getting tattoos inspired by Pride and Prejudice: “My heart is and always will be yours,” for her, and "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you,” for him. Well, that, and then they put their gelato to-go in the fridge before they had a nice round of sleepy sex. Now they've got matching ring tattoos--those were from their 25th not-anniversary last year.

she eventually sets aside her duties as CFO of WayneTech to run the Martha Wayne Foundation. It keeps her busy in a good way. She and Jason publicly live in the Wayne Foundation penthouse, which is close to all the venues used for charity galas and not far from all the places where Jason teaches. Because he wants to help as many as he can, he rotates between being an adjunct at Gotham U, an adjunct at Hudson, a teacher at a big high school (it'd been poor before "the Waynes" donated to it), and an online tutor...all for English and Drama. Jayn limited him to 2 jobs per semester and forbade him from working at Gotham and Hudson simultaneously. Still, she loves listening to his stories about the kids he works with. And they love their teacher, who wears graphic tees and ankle boots with button-ups, and who sometimes brings his pet to class.

the Red Hood isn't seen as often as the other Gotham heroes. Some of them are younger, newer vigilantes who find it comparably easy to fit nightly patrols into their schedules. Sometimes he envies them, missing the feeling of wind combing through his hair as he zips through the sky, or the combination of adrenaline, satisfaction, and relief that comes with saving someone from a creep. Well, he still experiences that stuff, just not as much. First off, the Red Hood is a reserve guy--he only comes out when Frostbite does, which is if shit has officially hit the fan (ex. planetary invasion, No Man's Land Part 2, the regular teams are out of commission, etc.). Then out come the pistols and gear, none of which he's ever thrown away (assuming it still works). Otherwise, he has to stick to riding his motorcycle, sparring with those who know about his past, and going on the occasional international vacation.

they stopped suiting up for patrol a few months before the twins were born. The kids were the result of a few steamy, excited, condom-less nights (some of which also involved getting high). When Jayn got the positive, she and Jason debated all the reasons why they should or shouldn't be parents, including having weird upbringings, living in a dangerous world, and noticing a little gap in their lives that seemed to want kids. Freddie Arwen and Lydia Wayne-Todd looked nothing like each other apart from their light brown skin, but Jason thought his daughters were perfect the moment he saw them. They still are, even though Freddie keeps bleaching the life out of her pretty, dark brown hair and Lydia's cooking typically tastes like stale refried beans. Both left Gotham years ago, but they make sure to visit once a month.

yes, the clown is dead. Yes, Jason was there when they dissolved the body using lye and water. Yes, he was slightly salty, seeing as how it'd taken the Bats forever to kill the creep. In the end, it'd been Ghost-Maker, Bruce's weird (yet impressive, from a crimefighting POV) ex, who'd been in Gotham tracking some illegal shipment. Apparently, Khan had been a good boy, following Bruce's rules until he completed his mission. About a half hour later, Joker was found dead. There was an informal, 2-day celebration all across the city, one where everyone was kind to each other, like a reverse Purge. It would become a holiday, much to Bruce's chagrin. Oh, well.

when Jason turned 30, Alfred finally admitted to the Bats that he'd been part of some experimental Brit super-soldier program, one that had slightly increased his intellect, reflexes, and lifespan. Not many of them were surprised.

#admin #jason todd #dc comics #dc universe #older!jason todd #jlw: headcanon #I just wanted to write a self-indulgent Jason x OC fluff thing

[prvtocol]

@badtrigger : ❝ I need you to trust me, and do exactly as I say. ❞ // santiago bri, any fc verse | resident evil: 4 remake starters ( accepting!! )

Undeniable is the natural beauty of these islands, but it’s offset by volatility. Whether it’s the fauna that prowl the dense foliage with their fangs and claws or the inhabitants that carry their guns and knives, there are too many ways to die on the islands of Rook and too many things to fear. But with Mister Moncada as her guide (and protector), Brianne is more inclined to accept an invitation to explore the ancient ruins tucked away in the jungle. It’s the experience even a rich girl like her can’t get anywhere else, the offset of boredom of an extended layover, and an opportunity to spend time with her quiet guide who is making her all shades of curious.

Halfway to their destination on a well-trodden path, gunshots ring from behind making turning around and back to where they parked the jeep is impossible. Run, he tells her, and run she does, staying ahead of the Pirate whose broad body might unintentionally shield her from the bullets as his pistols playback in defense. The onslaught necessitates a turn from the straight path, but racing through the jungle overgrowth slows her already dreadful pace — and good thing too for he catches her arm, yanking her body back just in time before footing slips her off the cliff face that finds them both stopped. 

Down is a straight drop of enumerable meters set aside a half-wall of high waterfalls that aurally blanket the area in the sound of a calming rush. With dual pistols holstered, his free hands make purchase on the tops of her shoulders. Her whole body shakes but under this grounding touch, she can remind herself to breathe. Stare, which sat wide in shock at the distant blue pool of water below, drags up to his for guidance. Those brown eyes are always stern, his steady voice set to match, but somehow it’s only comforting amid the chaos.

❝ I need you to trust me, and do exactly as I say. ❞

“I trust you.” At a pause in erratic breath, this certainty flows, not needing another thought. He has given her no reason not to trust him. Quick nods closely chase and somehow in the pit of a stomach knotting in despair, she knows he’s going to tell her to jump.

#badtrigger #⚘ ˚◞ interactions ◞ . #⚘ ˚◞ verse˚ far cry 3 ◞ 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒻𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈. #(( bri's yelp review: tour guide - excellent; experience - not so good :| ...2 stars ))

[arc-77]

‘✂’ idk maybe post-66? going either way? i'm a simple creachur I see angst I am summoned

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours.

He has rarely seen such a picture-perfect opportunity as the one laid before him now. He was about to give the standoff-ish harpy such a hilariously fitting end.

The Golan Arms FC-1 Flechette Launcher attached to the Dark Trooper's left pauldron tracks the winged clone as she flaps, calculating the proper lead. Beneath his visor, Fordo blinks, and the weapon fires. A munition canister flies through the air, exploding at a carefully predetermined distance to shower Kestrel in a cone of incredibly sharp, high-velocity metal darts. The flechettes pierce her armor, tear through her flesh, cleanly sever delicate feathers, and shatter her shin bone with a direct hit. The 'Shriek-Hawk' plummets, landing hard just out of sight.

The Dark Trooper steps through the tall grass, looming over her battered body. Weakly, she curls what is left of her broken wings around herself, instinctually seeking any sort of shield from what is about to come. Fordo kneels, placing his palm against her cheek, wiping the tears from her terror-filled eyes with his metal thumb.

"Hello, Kes."

His was the voice of a clone, unmistakably. She is not given long to process this information before the barrel of a blaster pistol is pressed against her chin.

#v: Dark Times #auroradicit #[duck hunt dog emerges from the tall grass holding a chibi Kes and snickers] #fuck I should have done a joke version with a steel folding chair #Fordo the cyborg monster themed wrestler and Kes the angel-themed wrestler (his cousin) whom he accidentally kills in the ring #(everybody go listen to Beat The Champ by The Mountain Goats)

[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

Hoy hace 13 años en un STARBUCKS CAFE de LONDRES fotografie un póster de LINEKER [ex jugador FC BARCELONA que ficho tras perder inexplicablemente el FC BARCELONA FINAL de CHAMPIONS de 1986 en SEVILLA por PENALTIES contra STEAUA=ESTE AGUA..fallando todos los penalties y yéndose SCHUSTER con su mujer antes de acabar al ser SUSTITUIDO y el cual me firmó un autógrafo a las PUERTAS DEL NOU CAMP en el REVERSO de una FOTO de una UNIDAD MOVIL de TV que hizo la empresa donde trabajaba mi padre para TELEVISION DE CATALUNYA que iba a preinagurarse en VISPERA DE LA DIADA 10_9_83 con FC BARCELONA 1 gol LOBO Carrasco vs 0 OSASUNA como vi en el ESTADIO hospedandome en adjunto hotel PRINCESA SOFIA o MADRE FELIPE VI..y al que se llega por Avda JUAN XXIII ]..con su canción favorita NESSUN DORMA [NADIE DUERMA..al ALBA VENCERE] de PAVAROTTI [que canto con malogrado PAU DONES de JARABE DE PALO=CASTIGO]..que marcó con INGLATERRA 4 GOLES a ESPAÑA en un BERNABEU embarrado y que se CAGO en medio del partido IRLANDA VS INGLATERRA en ITALIA'90 por lo que RESTREGO EL CULO en un CESPED mojado por la LLUVIA.

Tambien fotografie una bici QUINTANA ROO [Estado MEXICANO de CANCUN en cuyo estadio HOMONIMO vi como suspendian por inundación ATLANTE vs TECOS..fichando a continuación santiago SOLARI que hizo debutar en la LIGA a CRISTO en REAL MADRID en Estadio de HELIOPILIS=CIUDAD DEL SOL..y donde 1 junio 2010 vi a Miguel BOSE presentar cd CARDIO que incluye la VERDAD]..también fotografie un FOLLETeO de agencia de viajes VIRGIN con la opción de lujo ROCKSTAR SERVICE..y subí fotos de los baloncitos de FC BARCELONA y ESPAÑA que compre en COSTA RICA y MEXICO..así como en lo alto de la piramide_museo OLMECA de COATZOCALCOS [VERACRUZ] junto a la SERPIENTE con camiseta de SEX PISTOLS..y foto de unas PUTAS BRUJAS DE PELUKERIA

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