#masked-alias

[xamaxenta]

Freak city gc went fuckin crazy today over Silk’s Ace lives au and subsequently his timeskip design and alias bc he’s technically considered dead by the marines and i wish i could tag everyone involved except i actually dont know anyones @ other than @niko-rion

Not my greatest hit bc im slogging thru the low point of the art improvement graph so i worked on vibes alone despite the sketch being madly sloppy

[mileymint]

I just realized I never posted this :(

Click for better quality or whatever they say

Learning to do expressions better definitely helped me a lot here, and I would like to thank @kkolg for the tutorial because OH MY GOODNESS. THIS IMPROVED MY ART TREMENDOUSLY

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Also some pngs. Have fun :3

[gemkun]

trying to work out veritas' actual name is so funny like one second it's aurelius then next it's bob. what do you guys think his real name is ?

[lifesver]

it is 11pm and i am thinking about dire/turned killer verse aliases again just bc they’re neat to me. and bc they represent little fragments of just completely unresolved trauma in him. they are so deep delusions and specific to nosy trajectories rly but i’m so glad renee invited me to think about it one time

[shironezuninja]

Oh, Wow. An extra 10 photos has been added to the Instagram 10 Photo count posts. This’ll make Tumblr jealous.

[sing-me-under]

I think it’s hilarious that that Red Robin (the restaurant) was named after the same song that Mary Grayson chose the Robin nickname for Dick from.

"When the Red, Red Robin (Comes Bob, Bob, Bobbin' Along)" by Harry Woods.

Anyway, the point of this post is me lightly judging Tim for keeping the Red Robin name. Crisis!RedRobin!Jason gets a pass because he was from the 80s, but Tim has no excuse for keeping it.

I get why they made him Robin again considering all attempts to rename him have failed spectacularly.

[darksideoftheshipps]

Gaerea 20.7.2024 Dark Session (Frýdek Místek)

Maybe it has been three weeks (20.7.2024.) since Dark Session Fest but I still can't from that I attended the Gaerea vortex.

There were six Czech bands Beyond the dark angel, Eternal Damnation, Venit Mortem, Nomura, Darkwind, Embrace the darkness and Gaerea from Portugal. All of our Czech bands were incredible. 🔥🫶🏻🤘🏻🖤

So, me, my friend and my sister, we traveled almost across the whole country to see them.

The Vortex was so intimate for me. 🖤 I had the opportunity to take photo with them when they were selling merch. I have a photo with Guilherme, the singer and Sonja (guitarist). I have a very big crush on her. After buying the merch, (3 T-shirts) I was as red as a tomato. 😂😭

My friend has a crush on Sonja too. But he was a bit braver so he went for the t-shirts first and then me. Because tshirts were cheaper than from their websites so I made a purchase. :')))

We had a little chat and then I wanted to take the photo with them. Everyone took selfies but I have my personal photographer. 😂

So...this is us. 🥺🔥❤️🫶🏻

As I said, it was so intimate because they were here with us during the whole festival.

This festival was smaller than the others Gaerea had attended.

I was standing at the front by the barrier and I was very close to the stage. My sister took pictures, I'll definitely put them in another post. 🖤

Fortunately we were on the side where Sonja was most of the time. 🔥

My heart was and is weak for her.

Mr. Gaereas butt. I TOOK IT ACCIDENTALLY!!! I SWEAR. He has a very nice, round butt.

Me and my sis decided to ship Mr. Gaerea with Vessel. He has ethereal aura as Vess.

"WE ARE GAEREA"

[akkivee]

there’s a chance kikoku and tbh are brothers i think, but tbh and gentaro cross their bangs the same way, so tbh is actually our other yumebro—

[herawell]

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[vocaloightmares]

certified street artist (with questionable works), master of rubber band tricks, slowed + reverb enthusiast, and secretly a hardcore fan of The Cardinal Cabin with his “Gmod Webs”

and the unfortunate cousin of a party animal

[death2you]

apart from there being a void underneath ghostface’s mask a cool art motif, it could actually have a bigger meaning if it were true in the larger dbd lore

[fated-normal-767]

I HAVE A NAME FOR THIS CRITTER.

I NAME THIS BEAST. ALIAS.

[certifiedyapperx]

imagine you’re dating ghost and no one knows. the two of you have kept it a secret on your end and his just for your protection— because ghost knows what could happen if someone finds out, how someone might try and target you to get to him, or worse, given his line of work.

but then imagine that he’s on a mission, interrogating some piece of filth ready to decorate the fucking wall with his brain matter when the guy says “you know what, simon, killing me would be the biggest mistake of your life.”

immediately ghost would pause, eyes narrowed, though his hardened demeanour wouldn’t fade much, he’d just blankly stare at the prick like “oh yea? n’ why don’ you tell m’ why.”

the shit-eating grin that would crawl across that fuckers lips would have ghost ready to kill him right then and there, but then he’d say “reach in my pocket. pull out my phone.”

id like to think ghost would have absolutely none of this assholes bullshit, not at all entertained by his theatrics. i’d like to think he’d just press the muzzle of his gun to the fuckers temple within an instant, all teeth barred and ready to get it over with when the guy would add,

“your girlfriend is a fucking beauty, isn’t she?”

everything would pause. ghost, time, the world, air, the universe itself—the life that would drain from ghosts face would almost be enough to make his alias a reality. his heart pounding in his throat, his fingers fucking trembling as he immediately reached into the assholes pocket to find his phone—a picture of a woman tied up (face not in view however) lighting up on the home screen. there’d be no thinking rationally, no thoughts in ghosts head except for making sure you were fucking okay. he’d do whatever he’d have to do, kill the guy, leave him strapped there, whatever—he’d be out of that room in two seconds flat and personally flying the helicopter back to your house calling you nonstop every fucking second until you answered.

“hello? si?”

he’d wait a second before answering. taking everything in. background noises, the inflection of your voice. it sounds calm, maybe too calm? he’s grasping his phone so fucking hard it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered between his fingers.

“princess,” he breathes, fighting with everything in him to keep his voice steady. “see any birds today?”

though it was a genuine question, it also was an established one. ghost had set up a series of questions for a situation precisely like this. if you said blue jay, it meant you were fine, at home, as usual. if you said crows, it meant you weren’t.

“oh just the usual blue jays, si.” he could almost hear the smile on your lips. “everything okay? i miss you.”

ghost would exhale a shattered breath. “i’m coming home.”

and then he’d show up, not all but a few hours later, hands still trembling slightly, heart rate still struggling to regulate. it was too much, reminding him too much of his past traumas, he knew he needed to find better protection for you, but that was a conversation for another time.

he’d come in the house, barely even taking the time to shut the door behind him, almost frenzied again, relentless, unable to relax until he could finally lay eyes on you. and then, the second he did, he’d just pause and look at you, all messy hair and pyjamas still on, in the kitchen cooking breakfast for you both since you knew he was on his way.

and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word, he’d just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you so tight you’d hardly be able to breathe, his face buried in your hair and his heart thumping at your back. you’d feel the pain the fear the anxiety radiating off him and you wouldn’t try to say anything because you knew he needed this, you knew he needed to see you, hold you, feel your pulse stable and alive. you knew he just needed a moment to breathe.

and so the two of you would stand there like that for a while, and then he’d take a big inhale and spin you around to face him, pulling up his mask to plant soft kisses on your jaw.

“i love you so fuckin’ much.”

[gloomwalking]

ok. maybe all that smiths was getting to me . a bit

[shotmrmiller]

I totally believe that pornstar!reader's video with fan pathetic!Simon blows the hell up.

It gets millions of views in days, from a degenerate male audience who loved the expression he put on your face— discomfort from his monstrous cock bullying into you and cockdrunk after forcibly wrenching 4 orgasms out of you in 30 minutes.

And an astounding amount of support from the female audience who loved everything about him— his size, tattoos, and especially his mask (since masked men are a huge thing right now).

But the most striking aspect of the entire video was the sheer desperation he had taken you with.

He'd painfully stretched you open and reached a depth inside of you that not even the most well-endowed in the industry could hit.

He'd shown no mercy, even when you quietly pleaded for him to slow down, or ease up just a bit— that he would break you if he kept that rhythm up.

Needless to say, it was a fucking of a lifetime, if not two. You woke up extremely sore. From a fan.

A fan!

And the worst part was that your manager was making you fuck him again. Again.

You asked if he was so popular, why not another porn star? The blonde one with the big tits and tiny waist was always in high demand.

"Because Ghost— that's his alias now— said he only fucks you, or no one."

He cannot be serious.

"This is your chance to get an exclusive contract with a studio instead of this freelancing shit."

Wow. "You're really just gonna use my own spells against me, Potter?"

Your manager knows how badly you've been trying to secure a spot with a big-name studio.

Asshole.

"Fine. When?" you utter resignedly.

You're so fucked. Literally and figuratively.

(bonus hc that Simon uses govt resources inappropriately and long before being in the video he found out what your real name is, where you live, and your phone number. he also lurks in your favorite bookstore without a mask, so you don't recognize him.)

[bledf1rst]

NIGHTINGALE NIGHTINGALE NIGHTINGALE