#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

[aerequets]

something about death, and sustenance, and decay. Idk

[cart00nmilk]

SONADOW CONFESSION STORY PART 6!!

“Why shadow is riding a bike and wearing a helmet and wearing a leather jacket?” CUZ HES COOL AND I WANTED TO DRAW HIS QUILLS BEING SMUSHED BY THE HELMET OK

Last part: Here

[tojisun]

blue collar simon is still in my mind (yelling) and thinking about how he comes home in his work clothes and finding you asleep in the living room, with the cats loafing on your chest, and simon has got to physically exert self-restraint to not coo out loud and wake up his loves </3

how, after showering, he quietly prepares dinner only to be startled by warm arms curling around his waist.

“you showered,” you grumble, voice muffled from where your face is pressed on his back. “without me.”

simon laughs, bellowing, and twists to fully burrow you in his embrace.

“i’m up for ‘nother spray,” he says, grinning.

you sniff, furrowed brows easing up a bit. “really?”

“really.”

a hum purrs from your chest and simon puffs another laugh before pitching forward to press his lips on your temple. then, “let’s go?”

“yup!”

[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?

[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."

[wondashoever]

long bacon store 😢

[dblsoul]

wonderlands x fyp

[goatgoesmbe]

Thinking about Reader who feels like she's never feel like she was treated like a woman

I'm talking about getting flowers, good morning texts from 'guy friends', or getting a barrage of compliments on her pictures on Instagram

Growing up, you never fit what was expected of you, always heard how you were very unladylike, whether it was your attitude or how your appearance was not soft and delicate

I'm saying, resting bitch face, being tall, also muscular.

You're not insecure about it, but it would be nice if people just be normal about it and treat you like every other girls

And It's not like you were desperate, just thought it must be nice to be treated like a princess

Getting into the military at young age, following your oldman footprints

And then you met Gaz

Gaz who opened doors for you whenever you were walking around the base, being considerate when he touched you as he fixed your gear. You didn't want to think much of it, but it's kinda hard to when it seemed like he was looking for an excuse to touch you, with him standing behind you, hand on your hip, guiding your shot at the shooting range

Gaz who made you blush by slipping your hair behind her ear

Gaz who picked a small flower and slip it to your ear with that charming grin of his

Gaz who made sure to walk on the curbside when he was beside you as the team go out to hangout at a pub

Gaz who made you involuntarily tear up when he said you're pretty

Gaz who took candid pictures and sending it to you, telling you how gorgeous you are (the flirt)

Gaz who punched a recruit when he overheard him making an attractiveness tier list of the women in the base with his buddies, without you in it because you're 'don't count' (he thought the tier list itself is just weird, but their comment of you is what made him snap)

EDIT : Imma add that reader is STRONK, like- you could take down Ghost in hand-to-hand combat training. And Gaz would stare and thought to himself "I wish that was me"

tall&buff!Reader series

[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

[tojisun]

something tender and domestic and needy with john.

something like him coming home, all bone-tired and angry, his body rigid and poised with tension, only to fold and falter at the sight of you asleep on the bed. so soft buried underneath the sheets, and john’s hit by this yawning in the pit of his stomach, so vitriolic it shakes him — he has never really gotten over the way you’re his now.

his to take care of. his to love. to spoil.

his to come home to.

john stalks forward quietly and settles close. he knows that you’ll get angry at him for sitting on the bed in his work clothes, but he can’t help it. he needs to feel you. to be with you. to be so close, the coldness of winter will burn off his skin.

he brushes his knuckles along your cheek, watching it dimple at the slightest pressure. how soft you are, years still ahead of you, but still, you chose him. you chose to be here in his home, in his reach, in the cusp of his palm.

you’re warm from your sleep, almost feverish underneath all those layers, and john feels the pull of his own exhaustion now. like his body has been waiting for this — for you.

“mmn?”

you stir, heavy eyes blinking open.

“shh,” john murmurs, not willing to truly pull you from your slumber. “s’just me, baby. go back to sleep.”

john feels the barest of nods move his hand before watching you curl into him, wriggling underneath the mass of your blankets, and settling with a satisfied puff. his lips dance with a fond mirth but john doesn’t move, not yet anyway, and just watches on as you slip back into your sleep.

all his love, here.

[mikurinkuwu]

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