#murphy and his cool hat

[writing-for-life]

Dream—Vince Locke

[writing-for-life]

Why is that thing everywhere now? I think it’s trying to tell me something.

@so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site *wink wink nudge nudge*

had to do it

[kiss-me-cill-me]

It's Always the Quiet Ones

Pairing: Emmett x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: After spending a few days holed up with a rugged stranger, you finally can't take the tension anymore. Things get a little more complicated when he walks in on you.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation (f), Emmett walking in on you, quiet sex, biting, begging, one fleeting thought about breeding, some fluff, light angst

A/N: Emmett was honestly the start of my whole descent into Cillian Murphy madness, so I'm really searching for my people with this one lol. He's my sad, scraggly boyfriend and I love him <3

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

It’s strangely beautiful, in an overgrown way. Vines hang off of the chain-link fence as you push carefully through the jagged gap, just big enough for a person to pass through. The long grass reaches well above your ankles, and plants seem to spill out from the negative space of every structure littering the lawn.

The air has a cool, muted hue; it looks like rain later. Eyeing the building in front of you, you decide to stop here for the night. 

One step, and then a pause. Something feather-light brushes against your ankle. You look down to see a tripwire, and back away slowly in the direction you came. Interesting. It has been a long time since you’ve seen anyone else alive out here. Though the owner of the tripwire could be long gone.

You take a second look at your surroundings, this time scanning for any sign of a human presence. It’s quiet, but of course, everywhere is quiet now. Delicately stepping over the tripwire, you continue on your path toward the large building. Its looming, brick facade is featureless except for long stalks of ivy tumbling from broken windows, and as you advance you can’t help but feel that the building is watching. The sensation of eyes on you is made even more unnerving in the silence.

You pick your way across the lawn, careful to avoid shards of broken glass and open bear traps. This abandoned factory is quite the fortress, if anyone actually lives here. You reach the end of the grass, and step through a huge, weathered green door, left open on probably-ancient and squeaky hinges. The air here smells of cobwebs and must.

Inside, dripping water echoes faintly, somewhere from deeper inside the building. It’s cold by the open door, and it doesn’t get any warmer as you walk down the hallway, still keeping a careful eye out for anything waiting to meet you.

You turn a corner, and there he is, unexpected. Unexpected to you at least; the man in front of you seems quite prepared as he levels the sights of his rifle.

Instinctively, your hands fly up. The man’s face is covered, except for his eyes, which look to be the only part of him that’s still alive. Even his handling of the gun seems driven by muscle memory, as if he’s a sentry with no programming beyond, simply: “Defend.” You don’t breathe as he looks you over; relaxes a bit as he realizes you’re a lone woman, unarmed except for the hunting knife at your belt. He doesn’t look friendly, exactly - it’s hard to when you’re pointing a rifle in someone’s face. But he also doesn’t look like he really wants to hurt you. More that he just wishes you weren’t here in the first place.

As a show of good faith, you point to your knife, and then to the floor. You nod at him, questioning. He nods back. Slowly, you lower your hands to your belt and unclip the knife. The faintest click of steel against concrete is audible as you lower it to the ground. Straightening, you point to the man across from you; his gun.

Now you.

Just as slowly, the man lowers his weapon to his side. You point at your knife on the floor, expectantly.

Go on…

He’s reluctant, but after a moment of tense silence, his gun joins your knife on the ground.

You smile; hope that you look thankful and not threatening, like he’s just fallen squarely into a trap you’ve set for him.

Thank you, you mouth.

Beneath the bandana that covers his mouth and the hat that shadows his face, the man’s expression is impossible to read. His eyes, piercing blue even as they regard you more casually, move over your whole body once again. Checking you for weapons, though you don’t have anything else on you. When he’s done, you take a gentle step toward him.

Stop.

The man’s right hand flies out in front of him, fingers splayed. You freeze in your tracks. Desperately, you want to tell him that you mean no harm. You just want a place to stay for the night. There’s a cold fear soaking in the corners of his body; you can feel it all the way from here. You hold out your own hands, palms forward, telling him to stay calm. Nobody's going to get hurt. Keeping one hand in front of you, you reach around to your back pocket, intending to pull out the pad of paper you keep on you for the rare occasions you need it to communicate with someone.

Suddenly, your back is against the wall. There’s a strong hand clamped around your wrist; an arm pressed flat against your chest, restraining you. And the man’s face is inches away from your own, his eyes wild with panic.

The dust settles around you, and the echo of your body being slammed on the bricks fades away. You drop what’s in your hand and nudge your head to point at the pad and pencil, showing him. The man’s eyes roll into the back of his head when he realizes - maybe exasperation at you, or maybe frustration at himself for reacting so recklessly. He starts to move away from you-

Click.

A familiar sound comes from just outside the factory door. It’s one of them.

Shit.

The man mutters something, barely audible through the bandana, and then he’s running. Deeper and deeper into the building, his hand in a vice grip around your wrist, pulling you along after him. You feel like a mess of  awkward limbs and flapping skirts as you try to keep up. The thing behind you is in the building now, crashing carelessly through the hallways in its pursuit. Your weapons are both forgotten - not that they would be any more useful here than they are back on the ground where you left them. 

Ahead, the man has let go of your wrist and is now running at a dead sprint, trusting you to either keep up or be killed. He clearly has somewhere he’s going. You blindly follow him, out of any other options and brain too high on adrenaline to think about where he’s taking you. The hallway has opened out into a room, and now you’re weaving through huge pipes and tanks. Your lungs are about to explode. You can’t keep up with-

Suddenly, the man veers sharply to the left and smoothly jumps into a metal structure. Just like that, he’s gone. Nothing to do but follow. You breathe deep and hold it to stop from screaming as you jump in after him.

Dust. It’s in your throat and your eyes as you fall into whatever is piled at the bottom of the drop. You need to cough, but you fight hard not to. Before you can get your bearings, you’re yanked to your feet and thrust in a direction that seems random, until you reach the lip of the metal tank. The man all but throws you inside even as he’s climbing in after you, and then the heavy metal door is shut and the only sound is of two people breathing.

He tears off his hat and bandana. You watch, mesmerized, as the man’s chest rises and falls, struggling to push enough air into his lungs. Then, he utters the first word you’ve heard him say clearly.

“Fuck.”

The man’s name is Emmett. This you learn as you sit, huddled together but separate, in his makeshift bunker. 

You also learn that he doesn’t want you here.

“Please.” 

Your voice feels tight and painful; jagged around the edges from disuse. It catches sharply in your throat.

“No,” he replies.

The timer on his watch goes off, and Emmett opens the door. His chest is still heaving.

You both step out, listening carefully for any noise above you. The creature, thankfully, seems to have moved on. Emmett stands a little straighter as he turns to face you.

“I’m sorry, but you can’t stay here.” His voice is a whisper, and has the same rusty, unused quality as your own.

“I just need a place for one night.”

You beg with your eyes, and Emmett turns away. He won’t allow himself to be swayed by you.

Later, when it’s - almost- sure to be safe, the two of you go together to collect your discarded weapons. The sky outside has turned an awful gray, and sheets of rain pound into the earth. The sound is louder than anything you’ve heard in months, and the wind howls from all directions. 

Emmett sighs heavily, though he makes no sound. He looks up, seeming to question who would have the audacity to do this, and then turns to you.

One. Night. he mouths, holding up a finger for emphasis. 

He looks at you seriously, and you nod seriously in return. You follow him back down to the lower level, and settle in on opposite sides of the room.

One night, of course, turns into two, and then three. It’s nice to have company. Even Emmett seems to soften a little as the days go on. He doesn’t mention anything about you leaving after that first night, and you take care not to prompt him to. Emmett teaches you how to hide in the huge metal tank; explains the timer and watches you try it with your own alarm a few times to make sure you can do so safely. You busy yourself with mending a few things - broken backpack straps and holes in his old sweaters. He thanks you softly as you hand them back to him.

You catch Emmett looking at you a few times, barely getting a glimpse of the strange expression on his face before he turns away. You catch yourself looking at him too. It’s been so long since you’ve seen another person, but even if it hadn’t been, there’s something magnetic about him. His eyes are like spots of fresh ice against his weathered face. 

“I have something,” you say, over the meager dinner you’re sharing.

You go to your backpack and rustle around, moving slow so as not to make any noise. Finally, you pull out a bottle, its dark glass glowing faintly in the dim light.

“Cream soda,” you whisper, with all the thrill of a child showing off an ill-gotten prize from her mother’s cupboard.

The bottle hisses as you open it, and you both perk up, quickly alert for any sound of a threat above you. Safe. You pass the bottle to Emmett, offering him the first sip. It’s simple, but a rare treasure in this broken world.

“What’s the special occasion?” he asks, the barest hint of a smile drifting over his lips.

You watch as his mouth wraps around the bottle's opening, and as he gingerly tips it back to drink. He takes two quick swallows, his throat bobbing twice, then hands the bottle over to you. You take it, fingertips brushing against his for just a moment, and take a quick swig before you can think for too long about how his lips were just touching the rim.

“It’s just nice to have a treat sometimes,” you reply, shrugging. 

You hand the bottle back and Emmett takes it by the neck, letting the edge of his hand linger against yours for several seconds. You make no move to pull away. 

“It is,” he agrees. “Been a long time since I’ve had anything sweet.”

In the very back of your mind, you wonder if he’s still talking about the soda. No - stop that. You don’t need to go ruining the good thing you have going.

You had asked Emmett, on the morning of the second day, if he was alone. He’d paused for a moment before answering.

“Yes… Well, I mean… Yes.”

You'd decided not to prod any further. 

Now, as you look down at your hand ghosting against his, you notice again his wedding band, firmly wrapped around his finger. It's hard not to notice, and it's even harder to ignore the dozens of sketches that litter the room, pinned and draped on every surface. All of them show the same young boy. He could be a son, or a nephew, or just some random kid that something terrible happened to - you haven't wanted to ask. Everyone is beyond traumatized in this new world, and far be it from you to question whatever brings anyone comfort. Suddenly feeling guilty, you let go of the bottle and look away as Emmett takes another sip.

"Hey," he whispers. Your head snaps back up to look at him. "I have something too."

Emmett puts the soda down between you, methodically clears the table, and pulls out a very weathered deck of cards.

"You ever play Gin Rummy?"

The next morning, Emmett is up early. You stay in your sleeping bag, pretending that you haven't woken up yet, and watch him pull on his hat and boots. He slips on a pair of heavy leather gloves. You stir, "waking up," and Emmett walks over to you.

"Gonna go check the traps," he explains, kneeling down. "I'll be back."

You're struck by the way the moment feels almost domestic; as if he's promising you he'll be home for supper. Your eyes trail over him lazily, taking in the firm shape of his bare arms and the way his hands are abruptly covered by the work gloves. The thought of him roughly grabbing you by the waist flashes through your mind; the material rubbing your skin as his fingers sink into your sides. You swallow heavily; blink a few times.

"You should wear a jacket," you whisper.

Emmett has already started to walk off, but he turns around and smirks at your words. For a moment, it seems like he's about to say something. But it passes, and then he continues in the direction he was headed, grabbing his jacket off the back of a chair.

Once Emmett is gone, you have the place to yourself. Scant sunlight filters through the opening in the ceiling, giving you just enough light to read by. You pull out a well-worn book from your backpack, and settle into the chair Emmett's jacket was on to read it.

Quickly, the words start to swim on the page; falling forgotten into the margins. You can't get your mind off the image of Emmett leaving, blue eyes barely visible under the brim of his hat as he looked back over his shoulder. Had there been a teasing look to them, or was that just you imagining things again? Your mind flashes to an image of Emmett giving you his jacket, wrapping it around you, tight and safe. Pulling you close to him, and-

Okay, time to be honest. Emmett has been driving you crazy the past few days. And not in a bad way, but in an "imagining him tangled between your legs" kind of way. You know you shouldn't think like that. Your relationship with him is undefined and shaky at best; you shouldn't go risking it. But it's getting harder and harder to stop yourself from reaching out and snaking your fingers through his hair; against the tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve; sliding them down past his belt and-

Stop.

You practically have to bite your lip as you beg yourself. You listen for a moment to the silence. Emmett should be gone long enough. And under three feet of solid concrete, you feel safe to relax a little. You desperately need to let out some frustration.

But still, it feels too open out here. Too exposed. Even if you are alone, you just want some more privacy.

Your eyes drift to the steel bunker.

Okay, you can be quick. You have your watch and can time it and be careful. With how horny you are, this shouldn't take long at all. And in the worst case scenario, Emmett will be back soon and can let you out if you get stuck. This is a perfect idea.

You climb inside, set your watch, and close the door. Keeping your head by the entrance in case you need to rush the exit, you don't waste any time getting started.

You touch yourself, shocked at how wet you are already. Might as well take advantage of the sound-proof tank. You hiss as you slide a finger between your folds, finally not bothering to keep quiet.

"Oh, fuck, Emmett."

You desperately wish these were his fingers instead of your own. You plunge two inside yourself immediately; revel in the delicious sting. Legs squeezing together, trapping your own hand, rutting up against your palm. You imagine him hovering over you, blue eyes staring into yours as he watches you fall apart.

"Oh, fuck!"

Above your head, the door swings open. You freeze, hand still plunged sinfully down the front of your pants and hips bucking halfway off the steel floor. Next to you, your watch alarm beeps, calling more attention to your shame.

You look up, and suddenly Emmett staring back at you isn't a fantasy anymore.

"I'm… uh," you stammer in a hissed whisper, searching for any words. But the power of speech has left you. It seems to have left Emmett as well.

His mouth is practically hanging open, and after a moment of shocked panic, he quickly tears his eyes away. 

Taking the opportunity, you sit up and try to arrange yourself - although it's impossible to look presentable after you've just been caught fucking your own fingers to the thought of the man standing in front of you. 

"I'm sorry," Emmett whispers, frantic. He’s pacing; tears off his work gloves and throws them to the ground. Tosses his hat onto a table and runs a hand through his hair. "I thought something happened, and I wanted… well I didn't think - not that it's anything to be ashamed of. Everyone has urges."

"Do you?"

The sound of your voice shocks even you, despite the low volume you're speaking at. Your legs are dangling out the open door of the bunker, and you watch as Emmett stops in his tracks. 

“What?” he whispers.

“Everyone has urges,” you echo, placing your feet on the floor. “Do you?”

“I don’t know what you…”

You stand up, taking a bold step toward him. Emmett takes a half step back. His eyes are blown wide, fear and confusion, as you take another step. This time he stays.

You place a hand on Emmett’s chest. It’s crazy, but you can feel his heart pounding; the heavy rise and fall of his breath.

You’re only inches apart. One more step and your body would be pressed flush against his, just like you’ve been thinking of these past few days. From this distance, you can hear the shakiness in his breathing. 

“Tell me to stop.”

It’s a dare; a challenge; a bald-faced lie. You look up at him, pleading with your eyes for him to stay quiet. To not stop you. To keep going. 

“Tell me to stop.”

You’re on your tiptoes now, lips hovering right in front of his. Emmett swallows hard, and you can feel it reverberate through his whole chest. Looking you right in the eyes, he shakes his head.

No.

Emmett pulls you the rest of the distance. His lips scrape against yours, parting so you can slip your tongue inside. Your lungs have left your body, leaving a hollow space in your chest, making it impossible for you to breathe. You feel lightheaded. But oh, the way he’s biting at your lips; tangling a hand in your hair and pressing against you like you can stop him from drowning. His leg is between your thighs and you practically melt on it. Emmett has to hold you to keep you from falling to the floor. 

Gently, he eases you down. You’re desperate, pulling at him, trying to bring him to you faster. Your legs open to wrap around his waist. God, you’ve needed this. 

Emmett is scrambling to take off his jacket, and even though it only takes a few seconds, it is an eternity. To exist without his body pressed against yours. You hastily unbutton your pants, and Emmett tears them the rest of the way down.

There’s a pause, and you look up at him. Emmett is transfixed, but seems to quickly snap out of it when he notices you - embarrassed. You lean up on your elbows, but Emmett stops you, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. He brings a finger to his lips; fixes you with a gaze that shows he’s serious. 

Be quiet.

You throw your head back and close your eyes. If you look at him for another second, you’re not going to be able to stop yourself from moaning. Even with the simplest gestures, he drives you crazy. You feel Emmett straddle you; reach his hand down between your legs. 

Oh, fuck.

His fingers are even better than you’d imagined. Two seconds in and he has you gasping for breath. If you were wet before, you’re positively dripping now. You dare to crack open your eyes. Emmett’s face is stoic with concentration, and you can’t believe how incredibly turned on it makes you. He bites his lip slightly, and you think you might pass out. Looking was a mistake, but you can’t tear your eyes off him. 

After teasing your entrance for a moment, Emmett slips a finger inside you. There’s that weightless feeling again; it’s like being drunk. You could ride his fingers until you forget your own name, and you already feel the coil tightening inside you.

Desperate, you scramble for something to hold onto. There’s nothing on the stone floor. Emmett is your only lifeline, and you grab at the hem of his shirt, pulling him to lean down over you. He kisses you. Rough and sloppy and frantic. You let out the smallest whimper into his mouth as you cum, hard, clamping your legs around his fingers. 

Panting. You’re actually panting as he pulls out of you, instantly missing the way his fingers curled up inside of you. You’re still holding onto his t-shirt for dear life, and he gently removes your hand. You can’t see straight, but there’s the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle being undone, and a zipper loosening. When you look up again, Emmett is hovering over you, his body planted between your legs.

He puts a hand on your waist to steady you, and you feel him line up with your entrance. It takes everything not to scream as he slides into you.

The stretch is intoxicating. You haven’t even recovered from your orgasm, but just the sight of him pausing after he’s plunged into you, needing to collect himself, breathing hard. It’s enough to make you ache.

“Please, Emmett.”

The fingers on your waist tighten, digging into your side. For a second, you worry you’ve upset him, but then he looks up at you, eyes blazing with lust. He looks like a man about to lose himself, and you smile as you move your hands up to his chest, gripping at his collar to pull him close as you whisper again. 

“Please.”

Emmett is pounding into you, careful at first to stay quiet, but getting sloppier every second. He can’t pull out all the way for fear of slapping too loudly against your thighs, but the result is an incredible friction that has you soaring. You don’t think you’ve ever been fucked this good. You grab at his shoulders, his neck, and Emmett lets you. When the pleasure has you tear open your eyes, you catch him watching you again. Enjoying the way you fall apart on his cock. It makes you clench around him even harder, and you catch the faintest whisper of a curse fall out of his lips as he leans forward, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. 

“Fuck, Emmett.” 

You whisper in his ear, breath brushing the strands of hair that fall around his face. Emmett brings his own lips right to the side of your cheek; his words tickle as he continues to fuck you.

“You know, you have a dirty mouth,” he tells you. “And here I thought you knew how to stay quiet.”

You whimper, and a hand is slapped over your mouth, the side of it slotting just under your teeth. Your heart pounds as Emmett leans in to whisper to you again, devilishly. 

“Bite down if you need to.”

Fuck, he’s going to be the death of you.

Emmett is grunting, softly, as he fucks into you just a little bit faster. The sound of him coming undone is enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut and bite down onto his hand, muffling the sound of your cries as you orgasm. 

If he’s hurt, he doesn’t show it. Emmett continues to rut into you as you bite the side of his hand, trying desperately to stay as quiet as you can. You want him to hold you down, breed you, spill everything into you with no care for the consequences. Emmett pulls his hand away and plants it on the ground, trying to balance himself.

“Where do you want me to cum?”

His words are breathless; you love hearing him like this. You bask in them, arching your back against the floor, not answering.

“Where do you want me to- Fuck!”

Emmett pulls out of you, trying and failing at the last second to cup a hand around himself. Cum gets everywhere, dripping from his fingers to the floor, coating the insides of your legs. He looks down at himself for a moment; shakes off his hand before wiping it on his pants, still halfway on in his rush to be inside you. 

“Now you decide to be quiet, huh?”

He’s leaning over you again, whispering teasingly in your ear. He pinches your waist and kisses your cheek before pulling away, showing you the mischief in his eyes.

Somewhere above you, there’s a crash followed by a loud screech. Maybe you weren’t as quiet as you’d thought.

“Shit.” Emmett yanks his pants up and pulls you both to your feet. The sounds of something getting closer are clearly audible. You should be scared, but instead you’re excited.

“Let’s go.”

You tug at Emmett’s wrist as you lead him toward the bunker. Two minutes and thirty seconds - that’s how long you have before the timer goes off. You tumble, pulling him in after you. The door closes behind you with a soft thud.

You want to hear him scream.

[bewires]

oppenheimer criticisms I haven't seen but think would be fair:

-choice to have 90% of florence pugh's screentime being "hysterical topless woman"

-movie does not pass bechdel test at all; otoh it is a historical biopic representing the life of a man to whose field of study very few women had access at the time and the movie makes a point to show those women gaining access. like. it's not a movie about women at all, and I doubt I will see nolan make such a movie ever, but beyond florence pugh's character there are some good and nuanced moments in there especially with emily blunt but also with minor characters

-early sequences of tortured baby oppenheimer dreaming the beauty of physics are very overwrought

-choice to not shoot on location in germany (look this one is just for me I have been to all the places oppenheimer studied (I am not a theoretical physics fangirl but I know several) and the only place they chose not to actually film in person is göttingen which I take personal offense at)

-they cast matthias schweighöfer in a hollywood movie. no excuses for that one tbh.

oppenheimer criticisms I have seen and think are unfair

-"nolan can't make a good war movie" bc he will not make an intersectional war movie. potentially accurate in re dunkirk, which I didn't see bc I don't like war movies, but in this case he did not make a war movie, he made a historical biopic. the war is relevant, obviously, but the movie is not at all about the battlefield or the front, it is about the life of a physicist, and yes, it's not very intersectional.

-the effects of the a-bomb on the people of japan are not given due diligence. I understand people disagreeing about this but I have also seen several posts of people going "I won't watch this but I bet it doesn't" and uh. I think it does. I think every moment in this movie after the trinity test is entirely about oppenheimer realizing the impact of his research and it is shown several times, excruciatingly, how aware he is of what the effects of the a-bomb were. we do not see the bomb, nor do we see japan, because again, it is a historical biopic about this one dude and he wasn't there. this is also the first time I have seen a mainstream hollywood movie make repeat and pointed note of the fact that in a military sense the use of a-bombs in japan was not necessary.

-movie is pro-war/glorifies the a-bomb/glorifies oppenheimer. I think the strongest case you can make is that it glorifies the a-bomb because movie splosions are cool. but I also think the movie's biggest strength is its ambiguity. whose fault is it there was an a-bomb? is it oppenheimer's? he sure thinks so! is it einstein's? he sure thinks so at least indirectly! is it the american government's? they sure think so and they're proud of it (all of these according to the various chracters of this movie). is it a good thing they developed the a-bomb? several characters have several differing opinions on this! oppenheimer himself seems very divided and unsure by the end of the movie and cannot make a judgment call. in the end (much like with cillian murphy's other iconic character who wears a hat cough cough) if people walk out of this movie as fans of the character or his actions imo that's on them and not on the authorship of the movie

[writing-for-life]

Dream—Aleta Vidal

[writing-for-life]

I’d honestly so love that, but no one’s ever going to draw an OC. Or a complete rare pair. And I only seem to do either one or the other. 😭

There might still be hope for that crack fic though 🤣

Or my haikus?

Apparently, my decision to be silly and make fanart of someone's writing (because I genuinely enjoy the story the person is writing and I was struck with inspiration upon reading a particular scene) has benevolent and wildly unforeseen consequences.

I apparently gained a bit of control of the canon because said writer really loved the art and decided what I drew/draw is canon.

2. Writer put said artwork into the document of his story right below the scene, so now it's IN the story where people who read the story will see it (with a link to me)

3. He sent the artwork to all his friends and people he knows because he was so excited

Wholesome interaction and I watched him do all that in real time, good stuff. However...there are two more consequences I was notified of today...nearly a full week after I gave the artwork.

Seeing the artwork caused his friends to become interested in reading and hearing about his story, which means more people are reading what he's writing and giving him critique on the story (which he actively asks for).

Apparently, upon seeing the art, his writer friends got a sudden second wind to pick back up writing they'd abandoned for a few months. Because, I quote, "seeing that someone enjoyed {his} writing enough to take the time to make art of it gave them the motivation that maybe THEY can write something that will inspire someone to also create something." I have accidentally caused a writing frenzy among his writer friends and my silly idea to make art for someone has had a butterfly effect for people who I don't even know.

Uhh...I'm pretty sure there's a moral here but I am tired and have a great deal of emotions about this.

[inkdrinkerworld]

rattled - javier peña

cw: smut, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, edging, kinda mean!javi, 18+ONLLY MDNI

If Javi didn’t want to be pissed off, he shouldn’t have made it so easy for you to do so.

Even before you were together, Javi got riled when it came to you at the drop of a hat.

An agent spoke with you and put his hand on your arm? Javi was seeing red.

You having to flirt with some of the narcotraficantes you were trying to catch? Javi was almost blue in the face as Murphy held him back from rushing in.

It was too easy and you had fun pissing him off.

Now that you were together, if you only said, “Peña” rather than, “Papí” or “Javi” if you were at work, Javier was pissed and on edge all day.

So this morning, when he woke up already stressed- just like the rest of you were- you figured why not poke around him just enough that he finds a way to relieve stress in ways you both enjoyed.

It started with leaving just barely any coffee in the pot at home.

“Amor, de verdad?” you shrug, as you finish off yours and pass him the empty cup.

“Use my mug.”

You took the last cold water from the fridge and didn’t even drink it, no. You used it to cool the back of your neck after a raid gone wrong.

“Baby, you’re pushing your luck now.”

Then, you’d chosen midday to put on a skirt, the Colombian summer heat finally getting to you.

“Javier Peña, stop looking at me like a gazelle.”

The skirt was made of a light cotton, one that Javi had picked out when you had just started dating. The moment he saw you in it he was on to you- but he let you play your game.

He only shakes his head, a look that’s easy enough for you to decipher on his face.

You’re talking to Murphy when he interrupts and makes a quiet comment about bending you over and to fuck with him you murmur,

“Javier, escuchame. Cállate, por favor.”

Your tone is playful but there’s a seriousness to it that makes Javi lean into you.

His lips brushing your ear, breath warm as it hits the back of your neck making you shiver.

It’s almost like Steve disappears in thin air because he’s not there when Javier whispers in your ear.

“Amor,” his hand holds the small of your back and you can’t help but lean into him. “Cuidate, you’ll get yourself in trouble with that mouth.”

The words fly out of you with ease, “Who am I gonna be in trouble with Peña?”

He shakes his head and leans in to whisper, “Yo amor, con yo.”

He shouldn’t have said a thing because for the rest of the day, you ramp up how much you tease him.

By the end of the day, Javier is hard, tired and pissed off to the extreme with you.

You’re having a cup of coffee at your desk when he comes from the bathroom, eyes dark with lust as he spots your crossed legs and red heels.

“Amor, baño ahora.”

“Qué?” You know exactly why he wants you in there, but what’s a few more buttons to push?

He stoops down, knees bent and hands holding onto your thigh, “Bathroom now, baby. Don’t make me say it again.”

Javier really knows exactly what to say to bring out the best in you.

“De qué, papí? De qué.”

You’re lucky Murphy isn’t in the ‘office’ when Javier slams your cup on the desk and all but hauls you off to the bathroom.

“De qué, amorcita?” Javi flicks the lock with ease, pressing your body against the door in one motion. “You spent all day being a little fucking brat. You know that?”

You grin, red lips spreading into a smirk that Javier wants to ruin so bad.

“A brat, Javi?” you play with the collar of his shirt and he chuckles at the way your eyes widen and shine innocently.

“Yeah baby, a brat. But, good news for you, I know how to take care of brats.”

If Javi was going to take easy on you then, you spoiled it when you asked,

“Promise?”

Javi doesn’t waste time, your pants are pulled down and he groans, forehead touching your belly when he sees your red underwear.

“Baby,” you don’t get much more softness from him after that, and a kiss to your stomach before he rips your panties away.

“Hola, bonita.” he whispers before brushing his nose against your clit, making you gasp.

Javier should be giving out lessons to men on how to eat pussy.

There’s something incredibly intimate and carnal about the way he does it. His hands push your thighs apart, hooking one on his shoulder and pressing the other into the door.

His mouth kisses, licks and sucks at your core, your whines only encouraging him further.

“Javi,” you cry when his lips wrap around your clit. He’s unrelenting in his ministrations and when his fingers prod at your entrance before sinking into you, you swear your soul transcends.

It’s something special to have Javi play with your body like this. To have him know every single one of your spots that gets your eyes rolled back and your head swimming with thoughts of just him as he guides you to an orgasm.

It crests quickly as Javi hits that one spot and you have to bite on your fist to muffle the scream that threatens to climb from your throat but it never comes.

Neither do you.

Javier pulls away at the very last second and you whine, trying to force his head back onto you until he bites at your thigh.

“No amor, ha iniciado esto.”

God you’ve never wanted to stomp your foot more than now.

You’re about to when he slaps your cunt making you gasp.

“Para, quiero a mi niña buena.” he says it so softly you would think he isn’t punishing you, but then his fingers slip back into you and crook at just the right angle to have your response dying on your lips.

“Javier Peña, por favor.”

He chuckles at how desperate you sound.

“No.” He says, eyes trained to your face as he fingers you to the brink of another orgasm that gets ripped away.

Your eyebrow and upper lip is pebbled with sweat and as you watch Javi on his knees in front of you, you wonder if you can plead your way out of any more of this torture.

Javier knows you though, and he stands up pulling his pants to his ankles.

“Turn around,” you can have an out here you realise. As Javi waits for you to follow instruction, but you also know if you push just a little more; you’ll get what you both want.

“Do it yourself, Peña.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs your arm, “You can never just do what you’re told can you?”

He turns you around, hand on the back of your head as he presses your face into the door.

“Where’s the fun in that Javi? You remember what that is, sí?”

Javi doesn’t spare you at all, he kicks your legs apart and lines up with your entrance.

“We’ll see how much fun you’re having in a minute, muñeca.”

Your nails scratch at the door as Javi fucks into. He’s so big that the breath you suck in is stuck in your throat.

When he thrusts again he has to use his other hand to cover your mouth.

Your whines are loud even muffled by his hand but that’s not for lack of trying to be quiet. Javi just knows how to fuck you and he’s taking advantage of that fact.

“Baby, callate.” you don’t have to see to know that your boyfriend is smirking as he fucks you.

“Javi,” it’s garbled and muffled against his palm but he hears you clearly.

“Sí mi amor?” you can’t say what it is you want to because his thrusts turn wicked and brush against that spongy part of you that sends your brain fuzzy. “¿Qué necesitas?”

He’s mocking you, you know it but you can’t fight him when he fucks you like this. Like his life depends on it. Like he’s an addict and you’re the fix.

“¿Te gusta cuando te follo así? ¿Cuándo llegó a este punto?”

You feel your knees tremble as he shifts the angle of his hips to continuously hit your cervix.

Your brain is muddled with the sound of him fucking into you and everything he’s whispering in your ear.

“Javi,” you sob into his palm as his hand moves from the back of your head to your clit. “I’m close.” you beg but Javi has other plans.

“No amor,” he pulls out just before you come again and watches rather proudly as your thighs shake. “Querías ser un mocoso, muñeca. Esto es lo que les sucede a los mocosos, ¿o lo olvidaste?”

He waits till your thighs stop shaking to turn you around. Javi hooks one of your legs around his waist as he lines up with you.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, and show me my good girl, I’ll let you come this time.”

You nod as he pushes back into you, hands clawing at his shoulders. “Javi please,” you whine leaning in to kiss him. “Bésame.”

He shakes his head, “No,” he covers your mouth with his palm for a second time as he fucks into you hard and fast.

You’re sure if he was wearing a thinner shirt there’d be half crescent nail marks in his shoulder where your fingernails are digging into him.

“Eso es amor,” he coos as he watches your pussy suck his cock back into you with every thrust. “You’re remembering.” he teases but you don’t care.

Not when your orgasm is hanging in the balance.

“You close baby?”

He is too, his thrusts are sloppy and you can see his thighs shake a little.

“Sí Javi,” you moan, his hand wrapping around your neck as he pulls you away from the door to fuck your harder. “Fuck fuck! Javi right there.” you cry, holding onto the hand on your neck.

“You gonna be a brat again?” he asks, and you shake your head, trying your hardest not to come before he gives you permission.

“Am I gonna get my good girl after this?” you nod, gasping as it becomes harder and harder to withhold your orgasm.

“Come.” he commands and your body listens, a silent scream as Javi chokes you a little harder.

His orgasm isn’t far behind and as he pumps you full, he buries his face in your neck. His teeth nip and bite at the skin on your neck, hiding his groans from anyone else till he’s spent.

“Bésame.” You breathe harshly and he laughs, tipping your chin up with his thumb before brushing his nose against yours.

“That how you ask?”

“Bésame por favor por el amor de dios Javier Peña.”

He laughs even more before pressing his lips against yours and even though sex is something special with him- the kiss feels like more.

It’s soft and sweet and a little messy but that’s Javi.

“Mejor?” he asks and you nod, setting your shaky legs down.

“Gracias papí.” you laugh as he shows you your tattered underwear. “Javi, this is denim.”

He smacks your ass before pulling up your jeans for you.

“Should’ve been my good girl from the jump.” he kisses your belly before buttoning your jeans. “It’s like a fucking second skin.” he groans and you feel your cheeks heat.

“Feeling better?” he asks and you nod, hooking your arms behind his neck.

“Are you?” Javier nods, kissing you one last time.

“You’re always what I need muñeca, siempre.” He watches you fix your hair in the mirror, already preparing for some kind of quip or smartass comment from you when you smirk at him.

“Need me again when we get outta here.”

He smacks your ass as you walk out, not really caring if anyone sees.

[dawnthefox24]

So I was bored as hell and like wise as much as I want a Ace Attorney and Overwatch Collaboration which I know will never happen I have one with Jurassic park in mind as well!

So here are my lovely contenders which will suit the characters mainly I'm talking about the first Jurassic park movie not the Jurassic world won't fit the theme!

Anyways lets jump into it!!

Dr. Alan Grant-Cole Cassidy (REDEMPTION!!! HE NEEDS HIS REDEMPTION FROM THE COWBOY BEBOP COLLAB!! WHY REMOVE HIS HAT!!)

Dr. Ellie Sattler- Ashe (B.O.B has to be the sick triceratops)

Tim Murphy-Venture (Please that would be a cool ass skin for them TvT)

Lex Murphy-Sombra

John Hammond-Reinhardt

Dr. Ian Malcolm- Either Sym or Pharah (right now I have no idea)

Dr. Henry Wu-(DEBATING FOR MEI OR KIRI<---sad I know...)

Robert Muldoon- Ana Amari

The Raptors and T-Rex- Hanzo and Genji (But they were dino onsies)

It would be one hell of a fire collaboration! For many, many reasons!! Also I talked to @wildissylupus about this too and If this were to ever happened (which I know it won't) I hope really hope they do the ripple effect with a T-rex stomp with the OW logo before you hear a distant roar from a T-rex which again...FIRE AF!!!

Yet again a dream that is real but will never happened TvT

[chirp-featherfowl]

putting my hat in the ring of rat grinders fancasts

KIPPERLILLY COPPERKETTLE: ok, he might be a little less known because he hasn't been on any d20 sidequests, but i know a lot of you watch naddpod + he was on collegehumor, so i'm thinking brian murphy. i know he's a "cool dm" and all that, but he CAN pull off that type-a bitch personality.

BUDDY DAWN: ALLY BEARDSLEY DEFINITELY. who better to play the disillusioned religious child than the disillusioned religious adult?? and they are so fucking funny man. i'm not sure they've played D&D before though

IVY EMBRA: this one's fucking me up. am i crazy to suggest lou wilson? i might be crazy to suggest lou wilson. but i mean look at his previous characters on d20 sidequests and tell me hes not capable of playing incredibly charismatic, hot fighters.

OISIN HAKINVAR: siobhan thompson is calling out my name from the abyss. i think she can def pull off "hot and smart and lame also".

MARY ANN SKUTTLE: hear me out --- zac oyama. his dry humor?? the comedic timing?? think of what he can DO with mary ann.

RUBEN HOPCLAP: emily axford!!! listen how ruben was in the season proper was SO funny, i think emily can make him even fucking crazier than he was. she's so good at escalating bits AND committing to them.

i know it's a little out of left field, but i'm also thinking about guest dms. don't get me wrong, i LOVE mercer, but i really really want brennan lee mulligan to guest dm the rat grinders' season. i didn't realize it until now but he already has so much chemistry with this cast. i think they would do fucking awesome.

[writing-for-life]

@tickldpnk8 You know what’s the worst? I’ve reblogged this before:

Almost 11 months ago to the day. And look what happened!

Whole treatises on the psychology of the unholy relationship were written!

Even unholier art was created!

Truly wonderful (mostly) helm art has been continuously curated!

Crack ship names were found via a democratic process!

And I wrote the fic (well, at least a third of it, I’m hoping to get part two finished for the rare pair fest)!

As you can tell, I’m a very early adopter and fully committed to the cause (and my crack tag library is flawless, as you might have noticed).

Muhulhu forever 🤣

Dream looking longingly at his cool hat: a compilation

+ Matthew asking a legit question:

[longwuzhere]

Some cool Easter eggs I caught watching My Adventures with Superman that I want to show to people so they can be in on it with comic book readers: For the first episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the second episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the third episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the fourth episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the sixth episode's Easter eggs it's here

For the seventh episode's Easter eggs it's here and here

For the eighth episode's Easter eggs post it's here

For the ninth episode's Easter eggs post it's here

For the tenth episode's Easter eggs post it's here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

SPOILERS if you haven't seen this week's episode obviously

We start off the episode with this shot of Superman with the drawn on glasses. A good homage to what Lois did in the 1980 Superman II movie...

where she not only drew the glasses but also a full suit and hat on a picture of Superman.

Next we see Jimmy waking up and seeing someone debunking his conspiracy theories on Sub-Diego.

Sub Diego was an actual place in the DC universe before the New 52 reboot. In Aquaman #15 and #16 (2003) , shown here (W: Will Pfeifer, P: Patrick Gleason, I: Christian Alamy, C: Nathan Eyring, L: Jared K. Fletcher for issue 15, Nick Napolitano for issue 16). The underwater city is actually San Diego, but is buried underwater thanks to a tidal wave and makes its first appearance in Aquaman #15 (2003). There was a lot of casualties from this.

When we get to our title its "You Will Believe A Man Can Lie" a reference to the tagline for the 1978 Superman movie.

As seen here on the poster, it says "You'll believe a man can fly".

Next we see our villain, well one of the villains, for the episode, Heatwave.

In the comics Heatwave makes his first appearance in Flash 140 (1963) (cover art by Carmine Infantino, Murphy Anderson, and Ira Schnapp). Heatwave aka Mick Rory is a Flash rogue usually acting as a rival to Captain Cold aka Leonard Snart. In MAwS, their Heatwave shares the same last name and powers, but MAwS Heatwave is gender flipped. You might have seen Heatwave in the CW DC comics shows where he is played by Dominic Purcell in The Flash and Legends of Tomorrow.

Lois, later in the episode, name drops Heatwave's name. Gotta be honest when Heatwave showed up I was like is that Rampage? Cuz the MAwS design looks vaguely like Rampage.

If she does show up in MAwS, I'll talk more about her in another post, but for now, Rampage aka Karen Lou "Kitty" Faulkner, makes her first appearance in Superman #7 (1987) (full page here: W&P: John Byrne, I: Karl Kesel, C: Tom Ziuko, L: John Costanza).

Steve drags Jimmy to film his debunking Flamebird videos and references Starro who I talked about here.

Lois, later runs around with the Daily Planet police scanner trying to catch Superman and the dispatcher reports that a robbery is in progress at McGuinness Luxe Garage.

This is a nice reference to Ed McGuinness who was the artist for Superman, Action Comics, and Superman/Batman in the early 2000s. If you've seen Superman/Batman: Public Enemies, then you'll know the movie takes inspiration from his character designs in the first arc of the Superman/Batman comic series. The Superman/Batman #1 (2003) cover here is done by Ed McGuinness, Dexter Vines, and Dave Stewart. I like Ed McGuinness's pencils, very stylized.

Heatwave name drops Livewire and the Gazzo mod family. Both of whom I've talked about here and here respectively

Heatwave has been running away from Deathstroke here who has been taking our her crew. Notice that Slade Wilson doesn't have the half black half orange helmet yet that almost every Deathstroke depiction always has.

He, Amanda Waller, and the General who I totally think is General Sam Lane, Lois's dad, are fans of DBZ cuz of the scouters they're wearing.

Later in the scene we see the General again he's totally General Sam Lane. I'll talk more about him when we get a double confirmation through a name drop/reveal in a later post calling Amanda Waller, Mandy. What a fucking bold thing to say to Waller! Like damn! power move right there!

Superman and Deathstroke are fighting under a highway and we see the traffic is heading to Bludhaven!

Very good reference to my favorite character in all of pop culture, Dick Grayson aka Nightwing. Nightwing makes Bludhaven his city to protect. The city makes its first appearance in Nightwing #1 (1996) (the panel here - W: Chuck Dixon, P: Scott McDaniel, I: Karl Story, C: Roberta Tewes, L: John Costanza). Fun Bludhaven fact, its crime rate is WORST than Gotham! Also HIGHLY recommend reading the new Nightwing run cuz its fucking amazing! Won a few Eisner Awards (think the Oscars but for comic books) recently and I am not just saying that because I am a Dick Grayson fan.

Near the end of the episode, we see Lois willing to jump off a building to prove that Clark is Superman. A lot of discourse was happening online over this, but I do want to say this is pretty on brand for her to do.

In Superman II, Lois does something similar and Clark saves her. its just in MAwS, Clark flies to save her thus ruining the secret identity, while in Superman II, Clark does save her but he is still able to get away with it thanks to him playing it more subtly.

Don't know why people we're in such a fucking fit over something that Lois has done before.

In the after credits scene, Jimmy, who planned a sasquatch finding adventure with Lois and Clark, but they were dealing with their shit and Jimmy was by himself, decides to do the finding on his own and meets a giant gorilla. In the first episode Jimmy mentions an intelligent gorilla in France and my guess is this is Monsieur Mallah. You can read more about him here. If you made it this far down, I appreciate you taking the time to check this post out and if you want to see my other MAwS Easter Eggs posts - Episode 1 is here

Episode 2 is here

Episode 3 is here

Episode 4 is here

Episode 6 is here

Episode 7 is here and here

Episode 8 is here

Episode 9 is here

Episode 10 is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

[writing-for-life]

They are gorgeous.

I’m looking at the summer one though, and all I can see is the placement of the helm, and all I can think of is “Murphy and His Cool Hat.”

I’m so sorry, I’ll see myself out 🤣

A Dream for every season. Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter by David Hitchcock.

[tomjamesavery]

Because people asked me, I made some more Harry Potter Characters with AI, all still based on the descriptions and prompts from @breaniebree for her story and Universe of ASC

The only one I didn't manage to get right was Ginny, I just wasn't able to get a redhead girl with brown eyes who had her "distinctive look" for some reason lol

Starting with Harry, I sadly didn't manage the lightning Bolt scar.

Prompt: "A 20 year old man called Harry potter, with a sharp jawline, emerald green eyes, dark stubble beard, messy black hair, round glasses and a small lightning bolt scar on his forehead"

Next would be Ginny Weasley and for some reason, I just didn't get her right, mainly the eye colour but she also looks a bit too "innocent" lol!

Prompt: "A brave, strong-minded 20 year old woman with a determined look on her face called Ginny Weasley looking like Bonnie Wright, dark brown eyes, fiery hair and lots of freckles"

I also tried it without having Bonnie wright as a reference!

After that we have Hermione.

Prompt: "A 20 year old woman called Hermione Granger looking like Emma Watson with brown eyes and brown, unruly, curly hair"

Next one would be Draco Malfoy who is pretty spot on in my opinion!

Prompt: "A white blond 20 year old good looking man called Draco Malfoy looking like Tom Felton, black suit, dark gloomy"

Next Blaise Zabini, is also alright!

Prompt: A 20 year old good looking man called Blaise Zabini as a mix of Rege-Jean Page and Shemar Moore, dark suit, smug look

Next is Tonks again, just because the world can't have enough Tonks on it.

Prompt: "A 25 year old cool looking woman called Nymphadora Tonks looking like Keira Knightley with grey eyes and short pink hair"

Next is Walburga Black, Sirius´ Mum, which turned out good in my opinion!

Prompt: "A 40 year old beautiful evil looking woman called Walburga Black looking like Eva Green in a beautiful black dress, dark, gloomy"

Next would be Barty Crouch Jr, who is scary lol

Prompt: "A deranged 30 year old man called Barty Jr looking like Bill Skarsgard smiling, dark robes, dark gloomy"

Next the Greengrass Sisters starting with Daphne who turned out great in my opinion!

Prompt: "An arrogant beautiful 20 year old woman called Daphne Greengrass looking like Blake Lively, wizarding dress"

And her younger sister Astoria Greengrass, also turned out good!

Prompt: "A beautiful 20 year old woman called Astoria Greengrass looking like Katie McGrath"

Next, two Brothers and not the nicest of companions, starting with Rabastan Lestrange

Prompt: "An evil looking man called Rabastan lestrange looking like Cillian Murphy, dark suit, dark gloomy"

And his older brother Rodolphus Lestrange

Prompt: " A 40 year old evil looking man called Rodolphus lestrange looking like Peter Greene, dark wizarding robe, dark gloomy"

Next, something I tried, I am not too sure of, Augusta Longbottom, the Vulture hat sadly didn't work.

Prompt: "A confident, good looking 60 year old lady called Augusta longbottom with a determined look on her face in a wizarding dress"

Next, an Original Character, created by @breaniebree, Fiadh Alexander a Fae, also Fred Weasley´s Girlfriend.

Prompt: "A 25 year old beautiful woman called Fiadh Alexander looking like Tiana Benjamin with pale skin short straight black hair and emerald green eyes"

And speaking of Fred, we have the Twins Fred and George Weasley! (Fred on the left, and George with a beard on the right)

Prompt: "Two 20 year happy looking men, they are twins, called Fred and George Weasley, looking like Kenneth Bek, with red-orange hair and stubble, right one with a beard"

And at the end another great Original Character by @breaniebree Sebastian Kane, but Iam not too sure if he meets her expectations lol

Prompt: "A 25 year old man called Sebastian Kane looking like Francis Cadieux with dark brown hair and light blue eyes, stubble and broad shoulders"

All Credit for the Character Info goes to @breaniebree

Check out her stories ASC and TFTA where these Characters are in:

ASC: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12924292/1/A-Second-Chance

TFTA: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14061727/1/The-First-Time-Around

[yougetsu]

Since I've been into Bauhaus for years and B-T members have mentioned them as an influence, going deep into the roots is something I enjoy. I wasn't sure of writing this (long post), but the two bands are really important at a personal level, gonna share some thoughts.

The first time I watched Physical Neurose PV, the aesthetics inmediately reminded me of Telegram Sam MV. Sakurai has mentioned that he enjoyed "Shadow of Light" (1984), an archive with promotional videos of the band. So, it's possible he got some inspiration from it.

Physical Neurose (1988)

Telegram Sam (1980)

Tbh, there are several interviews where Sakurai (love him for being enthusiastic about the band) shows his appreciation for them, their image and Peter Murphy's vocals. He has highlighted Mask and The Sky's Gone Out as important records since he was a teenager.

It is well known that B-T members enjoy post-punk and goth bands, Imai's love for Love & Rockets, and Hidehiko and Yuta have also shown interest in Bauhaus and Peter Murphy's solo albums. They even got Daniel Ash in Schiz.o Genso -the spiderman mix-.

Six/nine videos also make me recall Bauhaus live at Riverside (1982), look at Murphy's outfit, body language, his extravagant dance moves, and the spotlight game. Also, Ash & Murphy dynamics on stage were similar to Atsushi & Hisashi in early performances.

Another example of getting inspiration from the English band might be in the title of "Mr. Darkness and Mrs. Moonlight", which made me remember "Who Killed Mr. Moonlight". Maybe it's a coincidence but as a fan, it didn't go unnoticed.

And of course here, I'm going to mention The Mortal's cover of Spirit <3 (I was very moved when I listened to this cover for the first time).

Gonna add this Bauhaus live version too 'cause it's so good and when you watch The Mortal's live version you can tell that Sakurai has possibly watched this performance at least once.

I recommend to watch that entire show (Gotham, 1999), if you like vampiric costumes, hats and boas.

I'd like to include Hamlet Machine & Sponge Spirit cover, which can be found in the Satori: A Tribute To Bauhaus (1998) album:

I'll finish by saying that Issay & Atsushi went to watch Murphy's live shows together during the 90s, soo lovely! It's cool to see how music connects people and inspires.

[laura-the-yellow-cat]

The Black Charro's Spirit/Demon/Ghost My NEW MSA X Blud Enemy, later Reformed OC

Full Name: The Black Charro's Spirit/Demon/Ghost

First Name:

Last Name:

Gender: Male

Profile Pic

Age: 5 (his child from), 25 (deceased)

Blood Type:

Occupation:

Past or Actual Occupation:

Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___

(___,___,___)

Favourite Food:

Instrument: Piano

Favourite Animal:

Family Members Relatives:

Other Family Members Relatives:

Friends:

Enemies:

Species: Human, later Ghost/Spirit/Demon/Skeleton/Undead

Status:

Alignment: Bad, later Good

Friends: Spooky Grimm, Darkest, Ravette, Cinder-Night, Shaw and his Minions Dark Ghosts, Reverb 'Rev', Bad Ghosts, Bad Demons, Ruben, Bad Spirits, Sera Mwangi, Beatrice Thornson, Gracelynn Whisperson and Reese Adams, Natalie Jellinsky and Tuck Jellinsky (all former), Mystery Teams, Girls' Clues Club Team, Lilah Mcgee, Lilah's Family Mcgee, Kenley Murphy, Innocent Ghosts, Metal-Stars Team, Ilana Summers, Oriana Moonlight, Hailey, Simon, Lavender Ravenson, Maisy Pepper and her friends (her best friends), The Yukino Family, The Kingsmen Family, The Pepper Family, Nurse Kylie (all current)

Enemies: Mystery Teams, Girls' Clues Club Team, Lilah Mcgee, Lilah's Family Mcgee, Kenley Murphy, Innocent Ghosts, Metal-Stars Team, Ilana Summers, Oriana Moonlight, Hailey, Simon, Lavender Ravenson, Maisy Pepper and her friends (her best friends), The Yukino Family, The Kingsmen Family, The Pepper Family, Nurse Kylie (all former), Spooky Grimm, Darkest, Ravette, Cinder-Night, Shaw and his Minions Dark Ghosts, Reverb 'Rev', Bad Ghosts, Bad Demons, Ruben, Bad Spirits, Sera Mwangi, Beatrice Thornson, Gracelynn Whisperson and Reese Adams, Natalie Jellinsky and Tuck Jellinsky (all current)

Likes: His family, Being a Charro,

Dislikes: His family got killed by accident, Spooky Grimm using him,

Hobby:

Goals:

Weapons:

Powers and Abilities:

Skills and Abilities:

Fears/Phobias:

Skin Colour:

Eyes Colour:

Hair Colour:

Clothes: Charro Outifit

Shoes: Charro Boots

Accessories: Cape (like El Bandito's), Charro Hat

Hair Styles: 

Eyebrows Styles: 

Moustache Styles: 

Beard Styles: N/A

Nationality: 

Sexuality: 

This one sounds like El Charro Negro/Black Charro (from Las Leyendas/Legend Quest), El Bandito (from Be Cool Scooby Doo) and Catnap (from Poppy Playtime)

@sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

[writing-for-life]

There’s something slightly unsettling about your mentioning the words “helm” and “fucking” in the same sentence, my lord.

You are aware of what they say about Murphy and his Cool Hat on here, right?

my helm isn’t a fucking bong mervyn