#x-project

[xprojectrpg]

Happy Valentine's Day from X-Project!

(Clockwise from top: Arthur Centino, Amanda Sefton, Jessica Jones and Warren Worthington III)

Art by @thrakaboom

[tilde44]

Under Mi Sensi (Jungle Spliff) X Project Remix

[aerequets]

something about death, and sustenance, and decay. Idk

[heartorbit]

MWAH!

[buniix3]

[slasherfantasy]

Fuck-or-die sex pollen fic, where Ghost insists on being the one to fuck you and help you through the toxin.

The others think it's because he has a thing for you (he does), but only Price really understands why Ghost is volunteering. Because there was a time where Ghost also didn't have a say in whether or not someone was inside him, where his choice was also 'be fucked, or die'.

And at least if it's Ghost fucking you, he can make sure that it's as gentle and kind as you deserve. He can make sure it doesn't hurt, that it feels good, that you're given all the respect and dignity possible. You can't consent right now, but he's going to ensure you aren't traumatized like he was

And if he can do this for you, and be gentle, and kind, it proves that he really hasn't become who Roba wanted him to be, right?

[tojisun]

when the older man is the one with daddy issues so he's nurturing and careful and indulgent, but he's also so teasing when he's taking you apart. how he draws out the pleasure until you're crying, splintering at the edges, your words coming out in weak babbles. until you're pawing at him, begging for anything - your orgasm, a kiss, him to engulf you in his warm embrace.

but also thinking about how he loves to feed you; cooking up healthy and delicious meals, while you're over there in the living room busying yourself because last time you helped him, the two of you got distracted and forgot that there were potatoes in the oven.

or how he just loves buying you clothes; from shirts and sweaters to pants and skirts, to toques and scarves, down to the things you didn't even know you needed like an extra pair of gloves or stockings cuz you've torn the other one, remember?

and how he starts looking for a bigger house, somewhere with a bigger lot and a wider garage, and more rooms cuz you mentioned that you wanted your own office; that your back is starting to hurt from working in the dining room, with those old but lovingly worn out seats. and this one that he found has a bigger kitchen, with an island and tall, tall windows, and a place for a chandelier.

yeah, he's already imagining cooking for you here while you watch him from the island. this way, you're closer to him; easier for him to reach for a kiss.

and just also thinking about how he always picks you up from work; he's never late and sometimes, he'd even be too early. it's not even like he works odd hours because he should be finishing up at the same time that you do, but he rather bring his work to home - wrap up while you're already in bed, snoozing, not knowing that he crawled back out of it after he's cuddled you to sleep - than not pick you up at all. he loves the drive, anyway, and he's a senior at his position so he's got room for flexibility.

it's just, he is so greedy of every chance he can get to be with you. to be of service for you.

thinking about all of this knowing this is so john price :(

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[dblsoul]

wonderlands x fyp

[mal-nourish3d]

she was fake.

but i still felt her warmth.

even if it wasn't real, i would relive this feeling a thousand times more.

~ mal-nourish3d

[xprojectrpg]

Moment of Awesome - Doug Ramsey/Cypher: While recusing the younger mansionites from the Slendermen, Doug gets creative with his nanite arm.

Doug may have officially been Emma's Knight, and he and Angie weren't dating these days, but that didn't mean he didn't still think of himself as her knight occasionally as well. He wasn't the fool throwing himself in front of a bullet, though - he just knew that Marie-Ange worked better when she had a clear field to use her powers, as evidenced by the creature currently doing its best impression of the Ten of Swords.

He still had his guns out, and he fired a shot from each at the suited figure as it closed to arm's reach. Impossibly long white fingers reached out to grab his left arm as he pushed the gun toward its face, only to have it click on an empty magazine. A sensation brushed against Doug's mind, manifesting, as things often did in his mind full of memes and references, in a twisted version of a movie clip. Agent Smith, grinning at Neo and smugly announcing "You're empty." But instead of the counterbalance of Neo's heroism, just a deepening void of...inevitability, as Smith would say.

But then the tight bastion of Doug's mind, already closed down like rows of doors locked against entry, tightened further, the doors suddenly reinforced with bars. Bars with a copper sheen on them, if the phages could have seen the imagery.

Doug cocked his head minutely and dropped the empty pistol from his hand. ::Friendos. Rakshasa.::

Ever since he'd taken on the nanites, Doug had spent a lot of time thinking and planning for eventualities, ways to utilize his arm in ways that were impossible for a regular one, and that anyone seeing it as just a prosthetic would never expect. This was probably one of the first he'd ever come up with, and the nanites moved smoothly. Rather than twisting in the Slenderman's grip, they instead moved -through- each other, as if the back of his hand was passing through his bones and palm on the way to reversing its orientation. And now, like the infamous D&D monster, his hand was oriented in the other direction, which enabled his fingers to close around the wrist of the hand holding him like a manacle, trapping the thing who thought it had him trapped.

Doug yanked the Slenderman forward, off-balance and disoriented for the barest moment that allowed him to pull the arm around behind its back, hauling the hand upward toward the back of its neck until its shoulder gave way with a wet cracking noise. Skeletons could only move so far, even in this place that twisted the laws of physics. Doug bore it to the ground, his knee pinioning the thrashing figure as he continued to pull upward and keep the pain from letting the creature have a moment to gather itself.

"I've been here before," he told it in a flat, almost conversational tone. "I know how this place works."

[mikurinkuwu]

ive seen lots of brazilian miku fanarts so i wanted to draw a chilean miku bc im chilean!! HDJSJDHJSJ

[mishaxarts]

MIZUENA YOU ARE EVERYTHING TO ME

[patko0]

Putting them all through the lasagna filter🐱

[kibermonakh]