#by proxy kinda

[probably-not-a-skeleton]

since the aurora discord seemed to enjoy this, here’s my reaction to todays update…

[newgroundstier]

idiot baby kill credit fight

[sappy-detective]

my boys..

[sideblogdotjpeg]

a couple of duck team epilogue designs ive been noodling on!

[crushedsweets]

Toby specifically stalks this elderly lesbian couple because one of them started spouting off nonsense about demons and slendy wants them to stop poking their noses in the paranormal.

Toby decides to purposefully make it obvious they’re being stalked by a real person instead of haunted, but he just further convinces both of them that they have a demon in their home. Nothing he does works and he doesn’t really wanna kill them. Starts sending them emails saying giving the demons attention gives them more power.

The ladies give ignoring the “demon” a shot, so he stops purposefully breaking into their house and moving stuff around and scaring them. Now they truly believing ignoring a demon is how to stop a haunting. They no longer stick their nose in the paranormal. This is a successful Toby mission. And he stole a lot of money and jewelry in the process. Extra Toby points

[redthemarten]

No need too explain. Master Proxy saw everything.

[chained-spirits]

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Sorry this took so long, I got hyperfixated on skyward sword for a bit, also, first update of the year!!

I hope to start the next chapter soon, so we are gonna meet some new Links! And oh how they are so mentally ill

Also at some point I wanna redraw the first 3 pages bc oml I hate them, so watch out for that

[rocketbirdie]

the splinter cell's secret hideout!

[cyberghouleo]

bodyguard! simon riley x celebrity! reader

To the displeasure of everyone I know, I got cod brain rot.

Inspired by: Celebrity by Slayyyter

When your manager suggested you hire a new bodyguard after your old one quit, you were not expecting a masked man with an accent to walk through your doors. 

At first, he sees you as a spoiled brat. He’s not used to being a bodyguard for someone famous, he is used to being hired as a hitman in more dangerous situations. He only accepted this job as the pay was good and his last job was nearby, but now he feels as if he's being toted around like a puppy, trailing behind you as you go along your normal day to day life.

Everything was a culture shift to him, he wasn’t used to following his clients while they shop or getting asked if you should purchase something, to which he always responded with “if that’s what you like.” He’s not used to sitting at lunch at a nearby table as your friends drill you with questions about him, questions about the mask and why he looked so differently than your previous guards. He was used to being in stressful situations, spending hours researching his client's attacker while being on alert 24/7, now he was just following you around with no immediate threats happening to you. 

While you're doing interviews or getting your makeup done before a photoshoot, he is sitting across from you in a chair with his arms crossed. He keeps his balaclava on and hardly speaks unless someone tries to deny him access behind the scenes with you. He speaks before you can, “I’m ‘er guard.” he grunts out as he keeps walking past them, following behind you. 

Trying to get to know him felt like pulling teeth, he’s standoffish and when he does answer questions, it's always short answers, even refusing to tell you his real name after you asked. You knew almost nothing about him, but that all changed once you’re alerted that your P.O box is being sent threatening letters, claiming to have a hit out on you. Ghost instructs that you are both to not leave the house until he can gather enough info about your threatener, leaving the two of you alone for several weeks.

These weeks alone cause him to slowly start opening up to you as the two of you have nothing else to do or talk about. You learn about his past clients, how this is his first high status bodyguard job, and his time in the military. He tells you bits at a time, not willing to spill too much at one time, almost testing to see how you respond to each bit of new information you learn about him. During dinner one night, he randomly speaks up. “Simon.” 

“What?”

“My name. Simon.”

It only takes a few weeks for him to track and find the person sending you the threats, and he reassures you that everything will be fine now. He doesn’t show any proof, but you trust him enough to believe him. The weeks you spent together did lead to some tension between the two of you, you are able to see a human side of him that you weren’t expecting, and you could feel yourself getting intrigued by what else you could learn about him. You scolded yourself for thinking this way towards a bodyguard, someone trying to do his job, but you also couldn’t deny the way you were starting to feel when you caught glimpses of his arms flexing underneath the tight black shirts he wore often. 

He slowly starts warming up to you and seeing you in a different light once he spends a few months inside your house. You aren’t as bratty or snobby as he expected. He tries to brush away any lingering thoughts as you ask him to help you zip up your dress, noticing how small your shoulders look under his gaze. Or when you ask him to help you put on a necklace, comparing how small your hands are to his when you hand him the necklace. 

The tension finally breaks when you are in a dressing room alone, waiting around as the photographer goes over the photos one final time before you could leave. You can feel him eyeing you up and down while you aren’t paying attention, his eyes studying the dress you were getting paid to wear and the way it hugged you. One offhand comment from you leads to him lifting you up onto the vanity counter, his mask pulled above his nose as his mouth finds yours, soft moans escaping you. Your panties are pulled to the side as his tongue circles around your clit, one hand pressed against your mouth to quiet you, so the staff doesn’t hear you cumming against his tongue. 

When in large crowds, one of his hands is always pressed against the small of your back as he guides you through the masses, the feeling of his touch lingering on your back even after he pulls away. His other hand resting close to the concealed gun he keeps at his hip, staying alert as his eyes scan through the faces to assess any threats. Crowds will naturally part once they notice how big he is and the way he towers over most of the fans.

The paparazzi gets a photo of you two together, Simon holding a few shopping bags as he trails behind you. The photo is captioned as if he was your secret boyfriend and your fans go crazy, tweeting how cute the two of you are together and how mysterious he was.

“Look, everyone thinks we are dating.” You say as you shove your phone in his face. His eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the photo, reading a comment on how good of a couple the two of you are. He only hums a response and rolls his eyes. He expects you to have a different reaction, shocked that you didn’t find it annoying but almost enduring. The idea of you being okay with the two of you being in a relationship and not just fuckbuddies ignites something deep in his stomach. 

You definitely talk him into taking a few photos of you for Instagram, instructing him on how to frame the photo as he stares blankly at the phone. When you post the photos, comments flood in asking if your mystery bodyguard was the one who took them. You often post stories with him lingering around in the background, only fueling the relationship speculation as fans talk about him living with you.

After the media starts to report more on the two of you, Ghost starts getting more offers from other celebrities to become their bodyguard. He gives them no second thought as he denies them. He will get approached with offers to pay him triple and he still waves them off, he plans on staying loyal as a bodyguard to you and you only, no matter how much they offer him.

Simon decides to make the two of you official by gifting you a necklace with his initial, something you wear and post about often, sending your fans into a bigger spiral. He finds the fans both amusing and slightly disturbing, showing how much love they have for you, yet you only get to call him yours. 

[luuxxart]

at least he’s having a good time

[emissary-of-the-moon]

Had a thought and yall are my victims:

Chain goes through a portal, ends up in Wars's era. Wars is getting his reunion with Proxi as she's showing everyone around they realize its been way too long of Wars not saying a word.

Eventually they get to talk to Impa and Zel, the three are 'talking' but Wars still doesn't actually say anything, Proxi doing all the talking for him. One of the Links makes a comment to another when Wars steps out for a minute with Zel and Impa's just like "yeah he does that, I've rarely heard him actually talk".

Bonus points of Proxi sits on his shoulder or head if she's not actively showing someone something.

[gh0stsblogs]

I just notice i never upload my sketches, so here is one

[starshoteyes]

Thinking about my slenderverse oc (Abi Walker you mean the world to me 😭)

[sharp-silver4795]

Kate the Chaser HCs

Damned love, brainwashing, lack of freedom.

I’ve had a mild hyper fixation starting on her-

This is definitely one of the more depressing interpretations.

Story Elements:

She’ll never say it, but she wants freedom. She wants to be released so she can live again.

Because, in truth, she’s just a shell of someone who used to be…

She’s not very social. She likes to be alone and with her thoughts. No she doesn’t

It’s just because Slenderman puts her almost under a spell that makes her WANT to be alone.

She’s very passionate about any of her interests.

But, slender man won’t let her dwell on anything she enjoys other than slitting the throats of her victims.

She will fucking stomp on anyone who gets in her his way.

Slender sees her as a high risk since she longs so much for things on the outside with little to no fear of him.

In the Mansion:

Definitely the most dedicated proxy

The Operator gave her super speed to get her victims and set up his pages for him.

She doesn’t go on a lot of missions, but when she does-

She’s efficient and concise

She put the phrase “No Names, no faces, no games” to a whole new level

If anyone so much as looks at her in a way that could barely imply they’re planning something

They’re not lasting long at all

Sexuality, Gender, etc.

Being ace isn’t a choice nor anything other than a competition

She doesn’t exactly think about it though.

She fell in love with Scarecrow long before now, but she can’t go anywhere near her. Their bosses won’t let them.

Thats partially why she barely has a thought outside of the mansion.

Divider Creds: Sister-Lucifer

Header Creds: MEE!!!

[stemgirlchic]

why G-d and not God if the english letters G, O, and D aren't even close to resembling His hebrew name anyway? like it's already a stand-in is it not?

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

Here’s a stancest idea:

The Grunkles do tell their closest loved ones about them-after everything they’ve been through together with them, Stan and Ford (especially Stan) feel so guilty about keeping another huge secret from them. Soos definitely already has it written in his fanfiction that they’re in love, Wendy has been hearing about this fanfiction for a year now and honestly is past the point of caring, Fiddleford knew already (he put it all together back in the 80s when he learned just who the “Stanley” he heard ford masturbate to was), idk if Melody even realized they were brothers. The twins were the hardest to tell, because neither Stan nor Ford wanted them to be disgusted or hate them. But Mabel is number 1 fujoshi over here so she’s squealing and helping Soos write his fanfiction. Dipper takes some time to come around to the idea, but he rationalizes that it was, technically, 40 years of separation between them, and they can’t have a genetically mutated incest baby (Not with that attitude they can’t…), so it’s probably fine, right?

And they get married at the shack with all of them (and some of the town who never put two and two together about them or just don’t care) at the Shack

this is SO FUN HSBFYEBDUDBE shout out to dipper for that ford level rationalization at the end hed be so fucking proud and also is soo fucking close to how i think dipper would react to stancest. i genuinely dont think dipper would care AS LONG AS a) they keep it secret from society at large, which stan agrees with him with and ford feels betrayed by, because dipper how COULD you

and b) there are NO incest babies possible. hes like well my two grunkles are together? its a lot weird at least they cant have kids so it wont be that bad (and have a god damn stroke when UH OH! TURNS OUT THERE ARE INCEST BABIES, MULTIPLE EVEN)

melody not knowing theyre brothers and assuming they were husbands the whole time is sooo good too, like she's like wait youre getting married again?? but soos calls you both mr pines and told me about your gay vacations (his scarily accurate to life fanfics) wdym youre not married YET