thenightsplutoniumshore - Tumblr blog

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

I don’t really get visitors. 

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

@selfrighteousblondechick

Buffy Summers Appreciation Week — Wednesday, July 15 Favorite Outfits: 1.12, 4.20 & 5.01

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

      They  called  you  a  𝙼 𝙾 𝙽 𝚂 𝚃 𝙴 𝚁.

                     One  day—          the  title  finally  fit.

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

Seduction Starters

A mix of actions that focus on the seduction/pinning. Inspiration taken from an array of different memes to put them all together in this one. Feel free to mix prompts to make more specific ones or if reverse them.

send in one of these for my muse’s (RECEIVER) reaction to your muse (SENDER) …

( DOOR ) opening the door for mine to pass.

( STARE ) longingly staring at mine from across the room.

( WATCH ) watching mine while drinking their beverage.

( TOUCH ) “accidentally” briefly touching mine. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

( HOLD ) holding mine’s hand.

( HAND ) kissing mine’s hand.

( GIFT ) giving mine a gift. (example: flowers, jewellery)

( FLOWER ) putting a flower in mine’s hair.

( LETTER ) sending mine a love letter.

( LOCK ) offering my muse a lock of their hair.

( LEAN ) leaning against mine’s side.

( FIX ) fixing or straightening my mine’s clothes.

( DANCE ) leaning in closer while they are slow dancing with mine.

( COMPLIMENT ) complimenting mine.

( STAR ) staring at mine instead of the stares while stargazing.

( PLAY ) playing with mine’s hair.

( BRUSH ) brushing mine’s hair.

( LIP ) biting or licking their lower lip.

( SING ) singing to mine.

( GRAZE ) grazing mine’s shoulders with their fingers.

( BECKON ) beckoning to follow them.

( SLIDE ) sliding down their hand down mine’s back.

( CHIN ) grabbing mine’s chin.

( SILENCE ) silencing mine’s by pressing their finger on mine’s lips.

( PUSH ) pushing against the wall. (example: rough or soft pushing against wall)

( SIT ) sitting on their lap.

( HIP ) pulling mine by the hips.

( FACE ) stroking mine’s face.

( HOVER ) hovering their lips over mine’s.

( NECK ) kissing mine’s neck.

( GRIP ) holding mine by the back of the neck.

( SURPRISE ) being found without an article of clothing (example: being found shirtless)

( SECRET ) arriving where they both agreed to meet in secret in the dead of night.

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

So here’s to my Sweet Satan.  The one who’s little path Would make me sad, Whose power is satan. He’ll give you 666. there was a little toolshed, where he made us suffer sad Satan. 

Immerse yourself in darkness and become an assassin for The Devil himself in this all new text based choose your own adventure Discord. You can be anything you want to be and do anything you want to do. 

Must be 18 years or older, NSFW themes will be present

Interested? Read more here.

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

Marvel muses, Buffy the vampire slayer muses, NCIS, The Walking Dead and many more.

Penned by K

Follow /Rules

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

justwantedsomepie​:

     The bodily damage had dissipated on Victor but he could feel the enclosing heat. It was around this time the Priest had gotten his attention. A shit-eating grin couldn’t help but find it’s way to his lips, only for them to part and reveal salivated incisors and canines grinding aggressively against each other.      “You’re a rather interesting specimen. I wonder how your regenerative capabilities will accommodate you when I rip your head from your body!”      “Stop talkin’ then an’ find out, bub! RrrRRRRrgh–” Ready to pounce, he was interrupted with the fire poker that impaled the head vampire’s… head.

     “Whoah!” The Lupine exclaimed, wiping the blood that abruptly splattered onto his face until they were faint orangey-red smears. “Howzitbout a li’l head’s up next time, darlin’? I don’t mind a mess as much as th’ next guy but–” That was about the time she had told him they needed to go and beyond the crumbling infrastructure and the roar of the voracious flames around them.      “–awright, let’s get outta here.” Instinctively taking her by the hand, he guided them out from the subterranean lair and out to where the store front was. They had less than fifteen minutes to get out of there, run across the pumps outside and get to their car. He made sure the hold he had on her hand was ironclad, confident once they got away from the flames and suffocating heat that she’d regain a majority of her faculties.      She was a Slayer, after all. He thought.

She thought the big man’s concern for her was cute...

...not many people worried about her these days. Once the fresh air hit her the burning in her lungs started to ease up. The fire Faith wasn’t really overly concerned with but the smoke had been rather oppressive. Especially once some of the other vampires that had been hiding from them started to go up in flames. The smell of burning bodies in close quarters and vampire dust filling the air. It was etched in her nostrils. That didn’t stop the grin she’d had on her face as soon as she could breathe again.  Fighting gave her a certain glow and a burst of energy, the smoke was gone and Faith felt like she could go another ten rounds. Once at the car she jumped in the passenger side deciding to let him drive this time, The smell of smoke clung to their hair and clothes, but the grin returned to her face as she peered out the window, “Whole place is probably gonna go up eventually,” she wasn’t sure how long it would actually take for the fire to burn out into the gas reserves under ground. Perhaps it never would get there.  “Fuckin’ hell I’m starving,” she muttered as she fished out a pair of cigarettes.  His ability to heal as quickly as he did never ceased to amaze her. Aside from being disheveled he barely looked like he’d been in a fight. She laughed slightly flopping back in the seat and lighting both cigarettes she offered him one, “Now see if Church was always like that, I might go.”

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

Her body trembled he was driving her insane...

...and he damn well knew it. She gave him a dirty look but ultimately she decided trying to argue with him probably wasn’t the best course of action. Her body was flush, hot and trembling and her hand slipped down to grab his head. Her teeth clamped down on her lip and she tried to swallow back any sound bubbling up from her throat, his name had scarcely left her lips when he shushed her again. She squirmed and her hand tugged desperately at his hair with a strength that would have ripped a normal human’s hair. One of the things she so adored about Angel’s was that she didn’t have to worry about hurting them, “Lucifer...” she breathed out through gritted teeth, pleading for some type of relief. 

@thenightsplutoniumshore​ asked: (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (For Lucifer) ( MEME ) || ACCEPTING

Now She Was Getting A Bit Loud …

     Not that he minded the fact that she was super loud , but if she kept that up she wouldn’t even be able to speak come morning. His head had been secured between her slick thighs , indulging in one of his favorite pass times. Reaching up with one hand he clasps it over her mouth. His tongue only stopping long enough to speak a few words.  “ Gonna  go hoarse if you keep that up. “  He nipped and sucked , taking his time , pushing her to the brink before pulling back again.  He’d lost track of how many times he’d looked up to find her nearly biting through her damn lip to keep her voice down ; it was red and irritated , swollen , and sexy as absolute hell.  He wanted more. “ Shh … ” He hummed before wrapping his lips around her clit again.

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

justwantedsomepie​:

     There was a sense of awe in his watching her, especially when she somersaulted above his head and stuck the landing right in front of him from the top of the stairs. Was that what they teach ya on yer first day o’ bein’ a Slayer? Victor couldn’t help but think to himself. Now pupil absent eyes survey the area as he starts to slay a vampire or two, getting into fistful exchanges with them before coordinating instinctively into position where he can stake them into dust.      “Got me feelin’ like a regular ol’ Van Helsing over here, ha!” What could only be construed as snarling laughter bellowed deep from the pit of the mutant’s chest. Though no matter how much fun he was having, he made it a point to keep Faith and her opponent in his periphery. Doing so alerted him of the fiery bloodsucker who decided to grab her when she was caught unawares, this prompted Victor to tackle the burning nightwalker down to the ground with an animal’s pounce. It was sheer madness that possessed Victor in this instance because he had abandoned his stake on the floor where it had dropped after puncturing it into the previous vampire’s chest. Flesh blistering and popping, he raised an arm and brought it down in one fell swoop that swiftly beheaded the screaming thing. It wasn’t too soon Victor was hurriedly patting himself down until the fire on him was out, his clothes seared and tattered. Soon enough the burnt, charred and disfigured flesh would begin to clear itself and pull back together. Healed.      “Th’ Father huh? Well, ain’t like I haven’t visited th’ valley o’ th’ shadow o’ death before. Look up th’ convent in St. Alamander’s Church in Barcelona, Spain, sometime… o’ course, granted, that’s if Faithy here doesn’t eviscerate ya from groin t’ gullet.” Walking over to where his stake laid, picking it up and twirling it around in his grasp playfully. Readying himself for the next wave.

Seeing Victor sail through the air and pounce on the flaming vampire...

...snapped Faith out of the angry tunnel vision that had formed. She did enjoy watching him work. Something moved to her right and she threw a punch immediately catching another vampire in the jaw. He was almost a waste of effort as her stake was buried in him shortly afterwards. The Priest looked on as a few more vampires came out, he was still unnervingly calm.  Faith frowned thoughtfully at Victor’s words, ducking another punch and kicking a vampire behind his knee forcing him to crumble, “You know he wouldn’t die if I did that so he still could,” it did get Faith to thinking about leaving a message. It was a shame she didn’t bring her axe. The vampires were thinning out now and slowly that was only leaving the creepy priest. It seemed many of the vampires were willing to throw themselves in front of him. Her eyes darted around the room to find a a tool she could use. There was a wood burning stove in the old part of the building before the expanded it under ground. Next to it were dusty fire implements but she was separated from it by a wall of flames...it was starting to get awfully hot in there. Upstairs a fire alarm had started screaming, the fire department would be there soon. She ran towards the wall of flames coiled her legs and jumped over it, feeling the heat kiss her legs just a bit. She grabbed the fire poker and held it in the rising flames. The smoke filling the room was making it harder and harder to breathe or see. She squinted through the wall of fire as it seemed now the Priest saw fit to join the fight and was going towards Victor. Not a great plan on his part but Faith was about to save him a lot of embarrassment for that poor choice.  She hurled the hot poker through the wall of flames like a javelin and the skewer went directly through his skull. The Priest stumbled a little and his eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed to the ground, more than likely completely brain dead. If the fire didn’t take him, he’d leave a nice message for his boss. Faith climbed up on the wooden burning stove and leaped back to the other side of the fire. Getting a lung full of smoke she coughed her eyes watering, “We need to go,” she wheezed out.  

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

The Elder Scrolls V Skyrim Interactive Fiction!

So I made a chose your own adventure style Discord based in the Elder Scrolls Skyrim world. You fill out a character sheet and off we go. You don’t actually have to have ever played Skyrim before but it definitely helps. If this sounds interesting to anyone like this and I’ll DM you the server link, MUST BE 18 YEARS OR OLDER Great Alternative if you want to write but really don’t want to put forth a lot of effort, most of the effort is on my end so you can relax and help the story unfold

not sure if your interested? here’s a further explanation this will take you too a Google Doc.  I’m still working out the kinks but I’m look for a small amount of people to be my Guinea Pigs (*coughs* Beta Testers…Alpha testers??? You know what you can be Alpha or Beta I won’t judge) 

Anyway I’ll link the first five people that like this to the Discord!

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

The Elder Scrolls V Skyrim Interactive Fiction!

So I made a chose your own adventure style Discord based in the Elder Scrolls Skyrim world. You fill out a character sheet and off we go. You don’t actually have to have ever played Skyrim before but it definitely helps. If this sounds interesting to anyone like this and I’ll DM you the server link, MUST BE 18 YEARS OR OLDER Great Alternative if you want to write but really don’t want to put forth a lot of effort, most of the effort is on my end so you can relax and help the story unfold

not sure if your interested? here’s a further explanation this will take you too a Google Doc.  I’m still working out the kinks but I’m look for a small amount of people to be my Guinea Pigs (*coughs* Beta Testers…Alpha testers??? You know what you can be Alpha or Beta I won’t judge) 

Anyway I’ll link the first five people that like this to the Discord!

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

SO I did a thing, a Skyrim thing, but it’s relevantish

So I made a chose your own adventure style Discord based in the Elder Scrolls Skyrim world. You fill out a character sheet and off we go. You don’t actually have to have ever played Skyrim before but it definitely helps. If this sounds interesting to anyone like this and I’ll DM you the server link, MUST BE 18 YEARS OR OLDER Great Alternative if you want to write but really don’t want to put forth a lot of effort, most of the effort is on my end so you can relax and help the story unfold

not sure if your interested? here’s a further explanation this will take you too a Google Doc.  I’m still working out the kinks but I’m look for a small amount of people to be my Guinea Pigs (*coughs* Beta Testers…Alpha testers??? You know what you can be Alpha or Beta I won’t judge) 

Anyway I’ll link the first five people that like this to the Discord!

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

Faith chuckled reaching out and lightly brushing a hand over her calf...

...”yeah God forbid I shower before I see you,” Faith peeled off her jacket and pulled wooden stake off of herself and knife off of herself that was sheathed at the small of her back. She was a bit bruised up but they were already heeling and yellowing and would be gone in several hours. A few scratches here and there that were nearly gone, but Faith was otherwise unscathed. She shrugged a little, “Kinda quiet, only one really rough fight, mostly because I didn’t know how to kill it so it was kind of a trial and error kinda thing, I figure if I kept stabbin’ it something had to give...and eventually something did...I don’t know WHAT it was... but it was in the lung area...I don’t think it actually had lungs but...whatever...it’s dead and it’s not laying it’s flesh eating babies in anyone’s basement anymore,” Faith shrugged, just another night at the office for her. 

“What’d you get up to today?” Faith asked her as she moved to unlace her boots.

Continued from here: @thenightsplutoniumshore​

The brush against her hair told Ororo exactly who’d come home. Even half-asleep, their fingers felt different. One lover’s short and stocky, often fumbling with too much care, cause the fear of hurting her always lurked in the recesses of his troubled spirit. While the other’s long and delicate, moved with a smooth calculation for the same reason.

“Mmm…” Thick lashes flutter to the sight of Faith’s slanted lips, and hers mimicked them. “And wait longer to see you?” Stretching one hand up and covering a yawn with the other, her eyes landed on the growing pile of weapons on the coffee table. “Quiet night?”

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

justwantedsomepie·:

     “Priest, huh?” He was holding the clerk by the hair on his head with his left hand, turning his attention back to him with a look that complimented his piqued curiosity. But he doesn’t pursue it, nah, better to let sleeping dogs lie. It was in that moment– without any warning– that he rammed his other hand into the fledgling’s chest, the tips of his fingers elongated with razor sharp claws that broke into the housing of his ribcage and punctured his heart. Blood splattered onto both their faces and shirts as Victor simply watched the light go out in the man’s eyes. Unfazed by the act he had just committed.      “Wouldya look at that? Heh.” With a quick jerk, he tore his hand out the now limp cadaver’s ruptured cavity. Not paying attention as it simply plopped onto the counter in front of it. Victor turned his head to the cheap whiskey on sale built up like a pyramid. Evan Williams. This’ll do, he thinks to himself. This’ll do jus’ fine. Turning back to the counter, he grabs a clump of napkins with his left hand while simultaneously biting off the wrapping on the bottle. Wedging the cap between his right thumb and middle finger, producing enough friction to twist it open. Eventually he’s stuffing said napkin’s into the bottle, all while making a beeline towards the doorway where Faith stood in. It’s when he’s a foot or so from her that he unearths a lighter from his pants’ pocket, flipping it open with a now free left hand and in that same gesture, flicking the switch once or twice to get the fire going.      Presto, Molotov cocktail. The rest to follow was pretty self explanatory.

     “Watch out, darlin’.” He said with a disconcerting amount of casualness. Even going as far as to wink at her with that coyote’s grin plastered onto his face. It was then he had flung the bottle down the stairs, pushing her behind him as he did as he remained on the staircase for a moment before slowly descending. Reaching behind himself to grab his stake, twirling it in his paws playfully as he kept his peripherals open and his senses focused.      “Howdy, gentlemen. Hope we didn’t come at a bad time.” Victor shouted from the top of his lungs, making their presence known. Moistening his lips with the quick swipe of his tongue as he made his way to the bottom of the stairs, making sure to avoid the ensuing flames that were burning everything around them to a crisp.

When Faith peered back at him and saw what he head in his hand...

... she smirked at him. To his credit the Priest didn’t seem to react much aside from to look annoyed. He even took a casual step to the side to avoid the flying Molotov, tugging up his robes just a bit more like it was trying to avoid getting mud on himself. The other vampires didn’t react as quickly and a few burst into flames screaming before turning to dust, some others were burned but managed to put out the flames and still a few more seemed to be trapped in the back. She’d allowed him to pull her back and she stayed rooted in the spot for a moment as he went to the bottom of the stairs. She coiled her legs and propelled herself through the air flipping over top of Victor and landing a few feet in front him him, “Is it hot in here or is it just me?” Faith quipped with a teasing wink at the priest who she was headed straight for. If you were going to kill the body, had to start with the head.

“You can end us here, but you will only anger the Father,” the Priest said.

Faith faltered as a chill ran down her spine, she was tackled from the side by a vampire and she easily rolled with it. The Father. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t a generic Moniker. She killed the last person that used it but that didn’t shake the immediate fear that title conjured, fear, then anger, anger that she alleviated by punching the vampire in the face repeatedly, probably a few too many times before she stuck the stake in the middle of it’s chest and he dissolved into ash in front of her as another vampire grabbed her this one still on fire, “Ya know Padre, the last person I met that wore that title I ran through with a two by four, but if your daddy wants to get cranky send him my way.”  

[thenightsplutoniumshore]

Your muse just caught mine doing something dangerous! Send “What were you thinking?!” to scold them

[thenightsplutoniumshore]