#c. jett

[iglaras]

avellanas que se disparan a la silueta femenina, sonrisa simpatica que aparece de repente, aun sin entender de situación aludida "¿ganarme?" gesticulación hace que lleve la mirada a los barriles rebosantes de agua, las manzanas brillando furiosamente bajo al sol "¿estas hablando de claro de luna?" comisuras de los labios que echan para abajo "no sé si quiero que sandra invite rumores de nosotros, bien podrías ser mi hija" suspiro que se escapa con dramatismo, en realidad, le falta ganas de empaparse la camisa o el cabello "pero, si quieres, puedo conseguirte algo en la nevería, para tu y para tus amigas" .

"apuesto que podría ganarte." parece un comentario simple, a no ser por la entonación juguetona que le acompaña. el reto es más que claro, sobretodo cuando gesticula hacia las manzanas. "el que pierda invita la cena. ¿vas?"

[hellhunde]

Little Pride Guys from my silly demon Story

[crownrots]

hattie milford (fallout) | tj (fallout)

esther davis (fallout) | abel dawson (fallout)

archie atkinson (fallout 4) | jett wheeler (fallout 4)

saw @hartsvale us this picrew and decided to let the brain wormies win💚

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[fragiledate]

oups j'ai glissé

[void-botanist]

I got so enchanted by this idea that it's pretty much canon now: maybe two or three years after AOM, Colin says "fuck this" and moves back to Rade, but this time to Aephar (he's from Liepes), where he falls in with Nell and Bess and starts a band with them. So here's Nell and Colin, who I imagine sounding like Pat Benatar and (trans) Joan Jett, respectively.

[jullisaway]

Carol developed a fear of the dark; good thing her big sister is there to scare the monsters away

[superwingscentral]

since im not gonna write a proper start-to-finish multific for this au, ill write small descriptions for each snippet

(i cant draw bgs forgive me)

in c&d, jett is a delivery boy working for WD. despite being a rookie, he mastered the art of fast but perfect delivery. he likes his job, but he dreams of steering a big ship. although he is quite unlucky.

[skysensei07]

Lego 2k Drive apocalypse AU: Big Butte county

Ever since things took a turn for the worse for Bricklandia, many of the biomes that were once great locales to race, have now become incredibly dangerous due to the increase of violence. For Big Butte, not only did they had to face violent riots everyday. but also, continuous Sandstorms, falling rocks & the looming threat of food poisoning since most of its restaurants have been ransacked. then there's the matter of the other threats. Which has grown substantially thanks to the Skull baron: a mysterious figure that wears a skull above their face. there's also the astral smoke which can through any nook & cranny around Big butte, piles and piles of rotten pastry strewn about, some even getting into the river making it a major hazard. and then there's the little town behind the giant stone monument. which has become a magnet for continuous violence and crime.

in order to prevent the biomes from intertwining with each other, Clutch and a group of people his have created gates that can only be unlocked via artifacts belonging to each marauder. unlocking the gate is easy enough, but getting each artifact though is arguably the hardest part of the task.

The Friendly Dust-devil

Real name: Chip Howser

Threat class: C

Track: Dust Devil Dome

Gate key: Rusty Wrench

Even before the apocalypse happened, Chip has always been a really kind person at heart, in spite of how dim witted he was with all of his terrible ideas. however, he also had a bit of an inferiority complex as well, being the son of Brick howser, he always saw himself as not being good enough to be a part of her mother's legacy. so, when the apocalypse began and her mother had mysteriously disappeared, it was here, that he knew he had to put his best foot down if he wanted to protect everyone from big butte's dangers. as well as avenge his mother for who Z presumably did something to her.

The Disgraced frontier

Real name: Dr. Jette fastro

Threat class: A

Track: Astral Smoke Research Facilities

Gate key: Fastro's old helmet

Dr. Jette Fastro was one of the best scientists Big butte ever had, from time-traveling, studying rocket science and even Racing. with a track record like that, she clearly had a bright career ahead of her. but then the incident happened and before she knew it, everything she had was taken away from her. Fastro could not accept this reality, she really couldn't. so, in a desperate bid get her old life back, she started a new project that researched into gas and medication, days later she finally completed her big project, it was called Astral smoke. a painkiller type smoke that if inhaled can help relieve their stress and make them forget their problems. little did she know however, was that it had major side effects to it. such as hallucinations or making someone lose their sense of empathy. even becoming sociopathic. unfortunately, Fastro was too far gone in her delusions to realize this. having tested the smoke on herself. as a result, she became a heartless, uncaring woman that spreads Astral smoke wherever she went.

El Diablo De Las Especias

Real name: Fernando swerve

Threat class: B

Track: Drive-thru Danger

Gate key: Bottle of Extreme hot sauce

If there was one thing people would call Fernando swerve. it would be passionate and compassionate. but one thing people never called him was crazy and obsessed. ever since he and Maple Barr broke up and his recipes had become bland and mild, Fernando slowly became obsessed with spice, wanting something that could give flavor to his mouth. so much so that he even resorted to genetically alter various peppers to make them even more spicier. eventually when the apocalypse began, he figured that he might as well share his new spices to everyone in the county. before people knew it, fernando was serving them up hot on plates like wildfire. and for everyone who consumed these spice induced recipes, it literally felt like a wildfire was going on in their stomachs. but he didn't care if people's mouths were on fire, he didn't care if his customers couldn't take it, all it mattered to him was that his food had actual taste again.

The Rotten baker

Real name: Maple Barr

Threat class: A

Track: Rotten glaze river

Gate key: prized ribbon

Maple has always been a really sweet & hard-working woman ever since she was born. I mean she was raised well by her grandparents who took her in, got to achieve her dream of being the owner of her own Bakery as well as her own racing career, and eventually fell in love with the greatest chef she's ever met with Fernando swerve. nothing could go wrong with this, right? Except it did, she ended up breaking up with swerve due to both of them allegedly cheating on one another, she was also fired from her own business due to misconduct and was replaced with a more younger manager. it became too much for her, and later on, when riots in bricklandia were just getting heated, Maple Barr now enraged, created a pastry mix that consisted of less than fresh ingredients. she came back to her bakery and without warning, unleashed this rotten mix into the batter and somehow created a chain reaction that turned the bakery into a huge pile of rotten pastry. during this, she's also saved the last box of donuts she made before her firing. since then, maple was bent on protecting the last batch of donuts from anyone who try to get their grubby hands on them. even if she has to get her hands dirty.

Note: the red stuff on her Knife is actually strawberry jam, in case you're curious

The Intergalactic enforcer

Real name: Hugh mann

Threat class: A

Track: G.M.B (Grey Menn Base)

Gate key: parking sign

Trying to be accepted is one thing, but trying to cope with the apocalypse is another thing entirely. this was the case for Hugh mann, a benevolent alien who just wanted to be accepted for who he was but was given odd stares wherever he went. this made him anxious and uneasy towards those he's interacted with. he even felt like some people were stalking him at every turn, especially Fastro who does not trust him at all. when the apocalypse came, he tried to remain peaceful and humble as much as he could. but eventually like everyone else, he sadly snapped under pressure. unable to handle the stress anymore, he decided to take matters into his own hands and created a group called "The G.M" (Grey Menn) to try and at least quell the riots as much as possible. but while this goal started out quite noble at first, as time went on, the G.M started to use more violent measures in order the quell these riots, from laser gates, stun blasters to even using astral smoke in order to calm them down. as for Hugh himself, he isn't doing so well either, as with each passing day, becoming more violent and paranoid with each different threat his crew has to deal with. not realizing that he's become the very thing he tried to stop. so, whether people like it or not, he'll always be watching their every move no matter what the cost is.

The Skull baron

Real name: [UNKNOWN]

Threat class: A

Track: Skull fort

Gate key: Pipe wrench

No one knows where the Skull baron came from. some say he was a disgraced racer that came back for vengeance, others say he's a criminal that's escape from jail and created the group just to cause chaos. but some say he's the legendary stunt pilot Brick Howser herself. but regardless of what people say, when Brick Howser disappeared that day, the Skull baron came out to play. and boy he really plays rough. if there were three words that described him, it would be ruthless, fearsome and determined. equipped with a machete and an entire army of scavengers backing him up. he's considered one of the most dangerous marauders of Bricklandia, and for good reason, if there was something that they needed, then he'll get it through any means necessary. if there was someone that needed to be taken care of, he does it without hesitation. however, as of now, there is something (or someone) that he always hesitates on everytime they make contact, that being The Friendly Dust-devil himself: Chip Howser. no one knows why he keeps avoiding him, but if the theory regarding Brick Howser is true. then family bonds are bound to strain even further.

[two-braincells-in-total]

*in jail*

Emma: So, who do we call?

Atlas: I'd call Jett but I feel safer in jail

Emma: Should we call Kai?

Atlas:

Emma:

Both: Amelia it is

Credits to @highladyofterrasen7 who did it for the TCP characters

[ofescapisms]

@cryptidkeepp

Going to Sammie’s Place was something Hayden simply hadn’t gotten around much to doing since the grand opening, and although not all evening entertainment was her speed here, she was currently enjoying the live music and a drink. She noticed someone else alone, recognizing their face from the few times she had gone into the outdoors shop. “This place almost makes you forget which town you’re in sometimes, eh?” she offered by way of conversation with a small smile.

[cryptturon]

did you guys know @omegasmileyface is so super sweet and the cutest ever and i love byte so so much 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

[covenunited]

"└"

Stab My Muse | @handful-of-muses

The blade biting deep into his gut came as a total shock to Jett. He’d been minding his own business, tending his garden, when he heard someone approach. Turning to greet them, the witch donned a polite smile and a curious expression, only to be rewarded with the business end of a sword. He stared openly at his assailant, coughing up a bit of blood as he spoke.

“Why…?” was all he could manage. The rest of his energy was diverted to making the attacker regret his decision. One hand gripped the other man’s forearm, channeling every bit of necromantic energy he could muster to weaken it. If he was going to die, he might as well ensure that his killer rotted away, as well. Fury and pain wracked the normally gentle witch’s face as he struggled, and soon his cries were joined and nearly drowned out by the angry howling of the ghosts he communed with.

[hccgvlieger]

open to: muses 30+

❝ that’s the hardest thing about this, y’know? seeing you in love with another and knowing i’m too late. i should’ve told you how much i loved you when i still had the chance. back when you were still mine. ❞

[crownrots]

tagged by @roberthouse69 to use this picrew, thank you! 💚

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hattie milford (fallout) | tj (fallout)

esther davis (fallout) | jett wheeler (fallout 4)

georgie holloway (fallout nv) | jeanette truman (fallout 3)

[martyrbat]

[ID: both images are the cover for Detective Comics #472. The first photo is the original coloured version as the second is the black and white linework. Batman is laying on his back with his boots closer to the viewer. Behind him there's a close-up on Batman's cowled face staring straight ahead. In the first photo, his eyes and lower face is just white as the cowl is muted blue. In the second photo, his cowl is entirely shaded black. Beside the close-up is text on either side of him that reads, “The Batman is dead — Long live the new Batman”. There's a little banner to the right corner of the page that advertises, “You could be in the Superman movie — details inside”. END ID]

[fairlyang]

Amor Prohibido 🕷️

a west side story au

w/c: 2.9K

pairing: miguel o’hara x latina!reader

tags: 18+ smut. opposite gangs, forbidden love, not caring x2, cunnilingus, dirty talk, fingering, español (era necesario), he’s a sweetie, masquerade dance, chino is a opp, double reveal but they’re all pissed, you don’t care and leave, car sex, voyuerism, unprotected sex, riding, sweet ending

taglist: @reader-1290

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you were supposed to stay away from him. your older brother had always scolded you about only going out with one of your own. didn't have to be your exact ethnicity but they had to be latino, not any of the white guys.

you found that to be harder than expected. mainly because you didn't really care for his rules. you were always a rebellious kid and sister so now being in your early twenties that didn't exactly change.

so he continued to repeat that after you've only been in the states for less than two years, you knew you'd be in trouble.

at least that’s what you thought until you found someone that maybe you could cheat this system with. Miguel O’Hara was half irish and half mexican, with tanned skin, dark slicked back hair, and a thick accent to match.

his dad was a rich man, married a mexican woman so that’s why he was able to be in the jett’s, because they ignored the mexican half. he wasn’t exactly like the rest of them, openly hating on any and all latinos who come into the city because he’s seen firsthand how his mom was treated.

he was kind, thoughtful, and sweet. everything you’ve ever wanted in a man so your brother would just have to deal with it.

he was the man of your dreams, but of course there was a downside, probably the worst one, yet that wasn’t enough to put him off you or vice versa.

being the all too rebellious girl you were, you freely were sneaking back and forth with the second in command of the rival gang opposite your brother's and you didn't care too much about it. especially not when he was between your thighs, eating you out like he hasn't had a proper meal in years which was ironic because he never misses a meal, let alone his dessert.

his mouth was sucking and flicking your clit while he pumped two fingers inside you. he always took great care of you, making sure you don't go a day without a proper orgasm.

the worst part was that you let him.

you really couldn't help it, not when he was making you moan so loud and feel so good that you could practically see stars. it was to no surprise that you couldn't push his advances away, even if you tried he’d just convince you anyway.

he pulled away for a few seconds just to tease you because it always had you squirming, clenching tightly against his fingers, "like that baby?"

you could only nod your head, feeling too good to give him a proper answer. he didn't accept that though. he needed to hear you, especially if it was in your native tongue.

"tell me how much you like it, pretty girl.." he murmured, looking up at you with those pretty brown eyes while you just pouted.

"mucho- p-please dont stop." you whined, reaching down for his head so he can keep working his magic. (so much-)

"eager girl... you know you shouldn't even be with me but here you are, desperate and aching for me.. so fucking dirty, mi amor." he teased only making you whimper, especially at his usage of such an endearing word. (my love)

given every pet name that slipped past his lips had you like a lovesick fool but still, you were losing it even more, "fuck miguel- por favor- i n-need more!" you whined once more, bringing a grin to his face. (please-)

“pues porque me lo pediste así…. como no, hermosa?” he says under his breath before going straight back in to suck on your clit. (well since you asked like that… how could i not, beautiful)

you gasped and brought a hand down to his hair, tugging on it making him groan against you. it sent shivers all over your body and made his pants feel even tighter.

he loved the forbiddenness of your situation. knowing you shouldn't be doing this, from either side but not being able to help yourselves. he was just, if not more obsessed with you which said a lot.

he closed his eyes and focused on the sweet taste of your arousal, always so fucking good like an ice cream sundae down at the diner. sadly he couldn't take you on any proper dates because it would be odd to others and you didn't want miguel to get into any trouble. have it be by riff, bernardo, or his parole officer.

so he would close up shop early for his boss, who was an elderly puerto rican lady named valentina. definitely accepting of your relationship and having grown very fond of miguel, like a son, of course she was going to help him sneak you in. also given the fact he was on parole and this was now his home, he didn't have much of a choice anyway.

he brought his left hand up to your body, first to squeeze your left breast just earning himself the sweetest gasp from you, then you decided to grab his hand and intertwine your fingers together. his face flushed and he felt his heart beat faster, your eyes were on his and he was determined to make you come in his mouth.

he stopped for a split second just to add a third finger then he pumped her fingers faster and harder than before. you squeezed his hand tightly prompting him to do it right back while you quickly felt yourself getting closer to the edge.

“miguel! fuck- por favor- no pares-“ you moaned and grind your hips up desperately. (please- don’t stop-)

he moaned against you, practically grinding against the mattress while pumping his fingers as fast as he could. your walls entrapped them and he started curling them up to hit your sweet spot, purposely knowing you’ll come faster.

he pulled away for a few seconds just to egg you on, “gonna come for me baby? sabiendo que ni debes hablar conmigo?” (knowing you aren’t even be talking to me?)

“fuck miguel! si, claro que si-“ you cried and felt your legs start to shake.. (yes, of course yes-)

“así, mi amor, así.” he cooed softly, eye back on yours, “come on baby.” (just like that)

his sweet tone was enough to send you over the edge, gripping his hand tightly while you cried out for him. he kissed your inner thigh, slowed down his fingers, and giving you more praise while you rode out your high.

you closed your eyes and clamped your legs shut, feeling so overstimulated. he slowly slipped his fingers out, a loud plop filling your ears as you covered your face with both hands. you could hear his chuckle and his shuffling as you calmed yourself down.

suddenly you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you towards his chest and you weren’t going to deny a nice cuddle. you laid your head on his chest, swinging an arm over his body while you listened to his heart beat.

there was something about the aftermath that just made this more real and loving. you didn’t know how your future would look but there was no way in hell you’re letting something this good, go to waste or into hands that already had a turn.

the following weekend there was a masquerade dance being held at the gym in the rec center and miguel wanted to be introduced as your boyfriend knowing damn well that could be the cause of world war three. but he didn’t really give a fuck, willing to fight for your love and more importantly, end this dumb terf war between both the gangs.

the dress code was black and white, just so everyone would be somewhat the same. the lights were flashing so it was easy for you to sneak in with miguel.

you were both wearing black masks that had white designs on them. you in a black swing dress that anita made for you, off the shoulder with white pearls along the edges. perfect for the occasion.

miguel was in the nicest pair of pants, borrowed from his father as well as a black button up shirt.

he was looking around the dance floor, watching how each group was in their respective half and dancing their hearts out. neither of you have both seen and since the city decided to go all out for this dance to make everyone get alone, the lights were still going crazy.

he took his arm off your waist and held his hand out to you which you happily took. he led you to the middle of the floor and it was an upbeat song, so he grabbed your hands and you began dancing together.

you followed his lead and moved in sync with him and everyone else around you. your dress moved beautifully, miguel twirling you as much as possible to keep that smile on your face.

you moved back and forth between both sides of the dance floor, not wanting to stick to just one side in case you were to get caught that easily. it wasn’t so strange since most people by the middle were doing that anyway.

there were a couple people on the sidelines just watching, either because they can’t dance or they don’t have dates. singletons from both gangs but no shark was going to take a latina out to dance or vice versa, knowing they’d get a beating right then and there.

the song changed to a slower one so you adjusted accordingly with your arms around his neck while his were on your waist. you swayed back and forth slowly, staring into each other's eyes and ignoring everything else.

you felt happy being able to do this. and sure it was mainly due to the fact that everyone was wearing masks and you could barely even see the person next to you but still. you had the man you adored the most out in public like this and it was all you could’ve asked for.

you sighed and gave him a loving smile, taking a step closer to place your head against his chest. you danced slowly now taking one of his hands and sticking it outwards while he held your other hand by his chest.

it was a sweet and pure moment. what was once such a rarity in your life and now was slowly becoming something you needed to have every day. not at all afraid for the future, at least not now that his arms are around you. it was warm and protective, like nothing bad could happen when you were like this.

but unfortunately that wasn’t the reality you were living in.

anita was the first to notice you, not thinking anything of it until she realized the man you were dancing with wasn’t chino and she had to stop herself from gasping out loud. the second to notice was riff’s girlfriend, graziella, whose eyes went wide when she looked past riff’s shoulder to find miguel with bernardo’s sister of all the girls.

they both kept their mouths shut, hell even leading their men away from that part of the dance floor just to save all parties from a potential disaster. you didn’t even notice, not a single clue the jig was almost up but saved by the two girls.

that quickly changed when you decided to just take a look around the dance floor, moving your head up to take a better peak while miguel swayed you both. your eyes scanned all the couples in their fancy attire and dark masks but suddenly stopped at one guy standing still on the sidelines, eyes already on yours.

your eyes grew wide and your heart started racing, you shook your head against miguel, praying to god that chino won’t say a word.

you watched him carefully, almost unable to move because your nerves were getting the better of you. “por favor.” you mouthed to him and he just slowly shook his head. (please)

he started walking to the left side of the floor, you quickly looked over, trying to find your brother and anita. your eyes followed chino and you looked to where he was walking and you knew your fun was over.

you looked away, gaze back on miguel and leaned towards his ear, “we’ve gotta go.”

he looked down at you, noticing your nervous expression, and nodding. he let go of you, quickly grabbing your hand and leading you out. he pushed past bodies, not caring for the grunts and swears of his own friends.

they luckily didn’t even notice it was him, otherwise he’d have another problem on his hands. he led you out of the main exit, quickly walking to the parking lot to his car. the cold air hit you but before you could even react to it you heard someone yell your name behind you.

the all too familiar voice had you gulp and walk faster while miguel squeezed your hand, trying to make you feel better, “todo va estar bien, okay?” (everything’s gonna be fine)

you nodded and then heard yelling behind you, anita’s voice filling your ears as she begged bernardo to leave you alone. you could hear them argue like they usually did when you finally got to miguel’s car. he unlocked and opened your door when suddenly the side door bursts open and out comes riff with graziella laughing.

you had one foot about to go inside when riff just blinks at the sight in front of him. you stayed silent, not having anything to say while miguel urged you to get inside the car. “miguel please- let’s just go, anywhere but here.” you pleaded and he just nodded but his eyes were on his best friend’s.

riff was now scoffing, shaking his head in disbelief and disapproval while miguel helped you inside. he closed your door shut and walked behind the car to get to his seat just so he didn’t have to get even closer to riff. he stopped before getting inside, giving him the chance to say something to him.

riff was baffled, stun locked, and disappointed. this felt like a stab in the back to him, towards the sharks and everything they stood for.

but his definition was always different to miguel’s, he just never considered that fact.

finally he was able to speak up, “i can’t believe you.”

miguel sighed and stopped him from even starting a rant, “well believe it because i’m done pretending to be something i’m not. i can’t live like that anymore and you better fucking believe that i’m marrying this girl one day.”

your face grew warm and your heart started pounding, his honest words sounding like a declaration and in front of his best friend just made it all the more real and serious.

he gave him one final look before going inside and starting the engine. you took a deep breath and looked to the right to see bernardo and anita walking over. she gave you a sympathetic smile and your brother’s was better than before.

you gulped and rolled the window down, speechless at first before thinking of the right thing to say, “perdóname, hermano. es mejor pedir perdón que pedir permiso.. encontré un amor verdadero y bonito, espero que lo entiendas.” (forgive me, brother. it’s better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.. i found a love so real and so beautiful, i hope you’ll understand)

he sighed and nodded, unable to speak because it felt so surreal. instead anita spoke, “ felicidades, mi niña” (congratulations, my girl)

you smiled at her and miguel finally pulled out and slowly drove away leaving behind your loved ones conflicted and confused.

as soon as you were far and hidden enough you both jumped to the backseat. such strong comments towards your family’s brought an energy you never felt before. an even better and stronger pull towards miguel, one that had you feeling extra grateful from him and more affectionate.

it took little to no convincing for you to ride him. you had been riding him fast, eager and ready to please while making out. hands touching anything and groping, squeezing gently as you bounced your ass up and down like you have before.

only now was he started to thrust his hips upwards as you slammed down, making sure to hit your sweet spot every time. you tried your hardest to keep up with him but he never made it easy on you, even when you were trying to do something for him.

his hands were gripping your hips, squeezing your flesh while he helped you fuck yourself harder on his cock, desperately wanting to come already. neither of you were in any mood to take it slow, just wanting it to be as passionately fast as possible.

his praise against your lips filled your ears, making you moan against him while he just continued kissing you. he kept repeating his promising words of forever, making sure you wouldn’t forget them.

aunque todavía tuvieron un amor prohibido, se sentía como si ahora nada de todo mundo los puede detener. (although you still had a forbidden love, it felt like now, nothing in the world could stop you now)

como si todo este tiempo podían estar así sin importar lo que digan los demás. (as if all this time you could’ve been like this without caring what anyone else says)

but at last, you could do that now anyway and there was no one that could come between the sweetest of love you’ve ever felt with the absolute man of your dreams.