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mistmorphine · 2 months
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I’m never gonna get tired of making these
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Kerry: You’re mine.
Johnny: First of all I’m on probation
Johnny: “I” belong to the state of California
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Mike: oh my god River’s online what do i do?
Vincent: idk send nudes???
Mike:😏you first
Vincent: TO RIVER YOU IDIOT
Mike: OH-
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Rogue: hey we could use some backup tonight, can you come to the bar?
Johnny: On My Way!
Johnny: omw*
Johnny: I ain’t that fucking excited trust me
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Mike: I hate being high why do I hear footsteps
River: Are you walking?
Mike: oh shit.
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Johnny: how have I impacted your life?
Kerry: you have made it indefinitely more difficult
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Venus: Pls bring back toxic masculinity cus why’d I show up to a date and he’s wearing the same shirt as me?
Vincent: Who wore it better?
Venus: he ate me up I had to wear my jacket.
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Mike: Swear to god I got tell a cunt knee sis bro my mind is so powerful
Vincent: you got WHAT
Mike: Tell a cunt knee sis
Vincent: Dude what are you talking about?
Mike: mf where you can move shit with your brain
Vincent: TELEKINESIS?
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Henry: Top Ten Applebees I’ve Been Arrested In Rated By How Good The Floor Was For Doing The Worm.
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Johnny: Everytime I’m on a mission with Rogue and she tells me to shush I have the overwhelming urge to start screaming.
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Vincent: Did you know when you eat a pineapple
Vincent: It eats you back
Judy: Yes.
Mike: moans
Mike: that’s so fuckinh hot.
River: pineapple that vores you?
Vincent: I regret meeting you all.
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Vik: Vincent was acting very stressed and I asked him what was wrong and he said “I’m very busy today.” I asked what’s going on. He said “kerry and I are going to the store at six.” I said “And?” He looked at me like I was crazy.
Vincent: you don’t understand my day revolves around this now.
Kerry: Dude we don’t have to go exactly at 6…
Vincent: NO.
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Kerry: Hey my input saw you from across the bar and we hate your vibe. He’s gonna beat the shit out of you.
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Mike: I’d rather slurp a Jean jacket through a straw than fight Johnny.
Vincent: that sounds oddly specific??? Have you slurped a Jean jacket through a straw- IS THAT WHERE MY JACKET WENT?
Mike: no questions at this time.
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Vincent: You and your boyfriend are so cute
Kerry: thanks he’s a rescue
Johnny: CAN YOU STOP?
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Johnny: throw back to when Alt wasn’t answering my texts so I texted her “did you die or something?” ….man.
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Johnny: beating the stinky allegations
Kerry: I had to pin you down to the bathtub fully clothed
Johnny: I’m squeaky clean yo
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Vincent: Happy anniversary to us and only us
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Mike: Wtf I took the picture give me credit before I report
Vincent: oh so your homophobic now? You’re gonna be homophobic to me on my anniversary? Wait until Judy hears about this.
Mike: BRO
(Picture by @arczism )
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mistmorphine · 4 months
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Here's a Google doc of Kerry's Phantom Liberty texts extracted from game files.
Which includes a few that don't actually show up in the game, but are in the localisation doc. Or maybe are supposed to, but they are bugged (cause I always thought that conversation was weirdly open ended imo)
Spoilers naturally.
God I hope I don't get DMCA'd.
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mistmorphine · 4 months
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Smut prompt: 43. “Fuck, look at you right now…”
( Thank you for the Taco Bell patronage *scurries back to the scriptorium*) (Kerry / V, nsft, facials & photos)
“Kerry—“ V growls between gritted teeth.
Gripping the back of his head, V fucks himself into Kerry’s slack throat, his wet mouth. No black market BD could compare to the real deal, the wetness of his lashes, the lack of gag reflex that Kerry Eurodyne in the flesh had.
V’s close. Kerry moans, the vibrations from his cybernetic throat skating electric all the way to his tightening balls.
He yanks Kerry back, the other hand grasping the base of his dick. Kerry’s bright blue eyes, momentarily wide with surprise, shut just as V cums.
He groans at his release, watches hungrily as he marks Kerry’s cheeks, his lips with his load. A week away stomping out Wraith roaches in the Badlands for Dakota meant a lot of buildup; and Kerry, his Kerry, (ours, growls a voice that he hasn’t heard in months by now) takes it so eagerly, moaning and opening his mouth for him. V shudders, pressing the head of his cock there, pushing through the oversensitivity just to get those last few drops into him.
V’s eyes flash as he takes a photo; Kerry’s groan is reflexive, squirming where he kneels. He was used to photo shoots for magazines and album covers, but anything this raunchy was for V, and V alone.
Stripped down except for his chains and thong, he’s prettier than a picture could ever convey, achingly turned on but obediently waiting; not to say he doesn’t look fucking good in the stills that briefly pop up in the corner of V’s vision before they save themselves into a slotted shard. Kerry’s vanity was a virtue as far as V was concerned.
“Fuck,” V breathes, gripping Kerry’s chin, “look at you right now.”
V’s eyes flash again. A thick rope of cum connects the bridge of Kerry’s nose with his upper lip. Kerry’s tongue darts out, lapping it away. V’s flagging dick twitches at the scene.
The corners of Kerry’s mouth turn knowingly upward.
V’s fingers collect what Kerry’s tongue can’t reach, pushing them into him eagerly awaiting mouth. He loves the feel of his lips like this, blush-bitten and soft from sucking his dick; they glide around his chrome. He snaps another photo, Kerry and his blown-out pupils and reddened pout.
When he’s gotten it all, V wipes his fingers against Kerry’s beard.
“V…” Kerry pleads, turning his face in towards V’s hands. He sounds hoarse; from disuse, from the abuse V’s put his throat through. Still, he waits, flexing his hands into fists against his thighs.
“Go on. You’ve been good.” He says, petting Kerry’s face. “Get on the bed. I’ll take care of you.”
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mistmorphine · 4 months
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(Five years)
((Y’know when you settle into marriage and you’ve seen every flaw and can make jokes about things that probably weren’t funny at the time? Well I don’t but I assume this is how it is))
“You are such an asshole, you know that?”
Kerry currently had his husband pinned down, his head between his hands as he searched his head. He had been very correct and he was very happy, because Vax was started to gray at the age of 37. Rogue had 40, Johnny had 35. Kerry had said before 40 but after 35. But with how Vax dyed his hair so often it was hard to truly tell when it had began.
“Yes I have been called that many times in my age, but now Rogue and Johnny owe me 50 eddies each.” He sat back in triumph on his husband, arms crossed as Vax huffed.
“It’s because you assholes stress me out.”
“Have you seen how you work? Everything stresses you out.”
“Hey!”
Vax pouted, glaring up at the man he had basically promised his life too. Kerry was by far his biggest supporter and yet his biggest bully. But he had been told that’s how you know your marriage was a strong one.
“…you do realize you are a whole 97 year old man correct? Talkin to ME about white hairs- Oh hell no, sir. You are not getting out of this-“
Vax had to latch on to keep Kerry in his lap, who was currently trying to escape his ‘wrath’. It was Vax’s turn to pin him down.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish.” Vax grinned, hearing a groan leave his partner. “Remember when you aimed a gun at three 19 year olds? I thought Red was gonna beat you up-“ Vax laughed when Kerry restarted his attempt of getting up and leaving. “You thought you were sooooo tough, it was adorable honestly.”
“Is it possible to suffocate myself like this?” Kerry wondered out loud, making Vax roll him over to force him to face him.
Kerry huffed at him, and Vax could see the gears turning to try to think of a comeback.
“…At least I didn’t get shot by an asshole names Dex-“ the words left Kerry’s mouth before he could stop them. Vax sat up fully and stared down at his husband in disbelief, honestly more impressed that he even had the balls to say that.
V pursed his lips for a moment before making the ultimate decision. “No sex for a month.”
“WHAT?”
“You heard me.”
“Babydoll I am so sorry-“
“Nope.” Vax was grinning, but mainly because it was fun seeing Kerry immediately crumble and beg, a sick part of Vax enjoyed it. “No sex for a month.”
“How else could I make that up to you.” Vax could see that Kerry really did seem to feel bad for the comment, and V knew they were just fucking around.
“Buy me dinner,” Vax gave him a little kiss to show he wasn’t truly angry. “And I will think about it.”
“Deal.”
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mistmorphine · 5 months
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Ellie: There’s only one thing worse than a raptor
Alan: a child
Ian: no
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mistmorphine · 5 months
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Merry Christmas and other happy holidays, kids. This got away from me a bit.
I’m writing something longer that I’m not ready to post yet and this could?? Take place in the same universe?? Idk. Anyways, enjoy.
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Alan didn’t know how he’d been roped into this Christmas party, but as it was, he was standing in the kitchen, nursing a large glass of eggnog and wearing an overly festive pair of reindeer antlers that Ellie had forced onto his head with a mischievous grin and a look in her eyes that said he’d regret it if he took them off. 
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mistmorphine · 5 months
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oh no can you imagine ian malcolm showing up without warning at the dig site after the events of jp iii to kind of check in on grant? bc grant had done the same for ian years ago when it was ian who’d barely made it out of isla sorna– but at least grant gave him a call, scheduled a meeting, let malcolm get some rest and relaxation first.
ian, on the other hand, appears at the door of the trailer at some god-awful hour on a sunday a few weeks after the island, dressed in his typical black leather regalia and inexplicably carrying starbucks and krispy kremes despite the dig’s location. a very shirtless billy answers the door without thinking and his jaw drops – it’s ian fucking malcolm – and when he stutters out that grant’s still in bed, malcolm just cracks a grin at the implication and starts unboxing breakfast in the tiny kitchen.
by the time grant wanders into the front of the trailer with billy following behind him, now fully clothed, ian’s already poured himself a cup of coffee and dug out a glazed donut. ‘i just want you to know,’ he says through a mouthful, gesturing between the pair of them with his cane and spraying crumbs everywhere, ‘that this is exactly the kind of unforeseeable outcome that renders long-term prediction impossible in any deterministic system.’
there’s a long pause while ian swallows and carelessly wipes glaze off the edge of his mouth, during which billy stares between the two, wondering if that was a jab at his relationship with grant, or if this is how the infamously incorrigible ian malcolm typically greets old friends.
ian takes a sip of his coffee and gestures for them to sit. ‘i’m glad for you, alan,’ he says finally, with a sharp smile but a genuine tone. ‘you, meeting someone, in spite of everything chaos theory and those islands have thrown at you.’
‘billy brennan, ian malcolm,’ alan says as an introduction, and heads straight for the coffee as the other two shake hands. he hands billy a cup first, then grabs his own coffee and sits at the cramped table at the edge of the trailer. after a moment, he adds: ‘and i can handle your chaos theory, ian. at least chaos doesn’t knock down my door at six am on a weekend.’
‘no,’ ian agrees with a cool smile. ‘that’s only the mathematicians who study it.’
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mistmorphine · 5 months
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Alan/Billy, JP3 | ~700 words | canon divergent, my favorite!
Prompt from @eyeoftheackles: Alan x Billy + stargazing
This…took much longer than 15 minutes. 😂  Thank you for the prompt. I loved coming back to this ship. The fic takes place after their dinner with the Kirbys.
It had been a grueling day lying on his stomach in the heat teaching first-timers how to brush the dirt out of the new skeleton, but once they’d gotten back to the site with full stomachs and the promise of funding, Billy grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge in Alan’s trailer. Alan hadn’t gone in yet. He was standing outside with his arms folded, looking over the tents and the tarp covering the raptor. Billy tossed him a can.
“Catch.”
“You’re not tired yet?”
“I’m beat, but I figured you’d want to celebrate.”
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mistmorphine · 5 months
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I’m trying to think of pet names that Alan and Billy would use for each other. I can see Billy calling Alan “babe” because he wants Alan to know that he thinks he’s sexy.
What do think Alan would call Billy?
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mistmorphine · 5 months
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Alan Grant/Billy Brennan Fanfiction Masterpost
Under the cut is a culmination of links to all known Alan/Billy fanfics from various websites, regardless of quantity or quality. A project by myself and jurassicanamal, we hope to let this be one easy list of all our fandom’s fic, especially from sources not known to everyone. This post is meant to be rebloggable for convenience and awareness, but the readmore will link to the blog post itself and allow it to be continuously and accurately edited/updated as more are written and/or discovered.
Please reblog for awareness within our community!
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mistmorphine · 5 months
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This is something that occurred to me only a little while ago, but I’ve now been able to sit down and articulate – that it would seem Billy met Alan after Jurassic Park came into the public eye, but only just. And maybe that helped shape their relationship from the very start.
In the Jurassic Park universe, the movies match up in the ‘real time’ of when they are released – the first took place in 1993, the second in 1997, and the third in 2001. If we’re supposing that JP3 takes place the summer (2001) between Billy’s third and fourth year of graduate school (inferred from both the script and the movie – ‘age 25′ and Alan’s line, “It’s not too late to change your major, Billy,” which suggests that he has at least a semester, probably a year ahead of him), then that would indicate that Billy began his stint at Montana State University most likely in the fall of 1998.
So it was only in 1997 when the big story broke, the San Diego incident that let the world know what InGen was up to. Until then, it was only rumors and Dr. Malcolm’s previously unsubstantiated tales of Isla Nublar. I have a hard time believing that Ian would throw Alan and Ellie under the bus by mentioning them (if they hadn’t spoken up about it on their own, they clearly didn’t want the spotlight), so until the San Diego incident when most everything was laid on the table, Dr. Grant’s involvement would have been next to unknown.
That means the fall semester of ‘97 would have been the first where Alan had to deal with stares, whispers, and outright questioning from colleagues and students alike. Perhaps it was during the summer dig when the news came out, maybe his older students didn’t want to be rude, maybe the undergrads didn’t want to risk it. But incoming students, who didn’t know what kind of man Alan is, wouldn’t have that attitude.
Maybe there would have been enough time for the very bold and curious to transfer to MSU for the specific reason of bothering Dr. Alan Grant, but maybe it wasn’t even that bad the first year, even though he was thoroughly tired of it by the next summer dig, keeping close to himself as much as he could while making sure the kids didn’t screw everything up.
It’s my opinion that Billy Brennan completed his four years at a different university entirely, and transferred to Montana State University for graduate school and specifically to work with Alan. The level of closeness they demonstrate in JP3 shows that they’ve known each other for a few years, probably three. If Billy had spent all of his college years at MSU, starting when Billy was much younger, I think we would have seen a different tone to their relationship.
It wasn’t the fascinating story of Isla Nublar that had drawn Billy to Bozeman, though it certainly did increase his anticipation and passion for his field of science. It was years ago that he’d read Alan’s first book, the one that had started him on his paleontology path as an undergrad. And in his second book, released not long after the San Diego incident and a declaration of where he stood on the issue, Billy recognized an attempt to deter the kind of publicity he was receiving.
When the fall semester of ‘98 began, Alan expected the worst. It was a near constant harassment, even during times when he thought he was safe, in the presence of colleagues he’d known for years. In his classes, it seemed like every other question until he finally threatened to fail anyone who mentioned Jurassic Park and Isla Sorna, but that wouldn’t work long and that wouldn’t stop extracurricular incidents.
There was a first year graduate student, though, whose questions always seemed relevant and restrained, who sometimes raised points that made Alan stop and think. Who, when they didn’t agree on a theory, was more than willing to debate him after class, grinning all the while. Polite and determined, intelligent and curious. A cut above the rest, somebody that Alan saw a burning passion in similar to the one he once sported, that it seemed to spark once again.
Billy Brennan, whose maturity outperformed that of Alan’s colleagues, despite his youthful charm. It wasn’t long until he offered him a TA spot, and not long after that when Alan discovered how much of an asset he was at fundraising events.
Alan kept waiting for the questions to drop, “What was it like? What were they like?” but it didn’t happen. And even when Alan mentioned the Island of his own volition, Billy didn’t take advantage of that. Didn’t push him to open up.
Having Billy around, questions were often deflected. It got easier, and then the fervor quieted. People moved on.
Even the summers at the dig got better. Billy somehow managed to corral the kids into a more efficient routine. The results spoke for themselves, even when what they said wasn’t being listened to anymore and funding dried up.
And there came a point when they couldn’t imagine not having each other around, when Alan realized that he’d begun to think in terms of before he knew Billy and since he knew Billy – an era he never wanted to end.
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mistmorphine · 6 months
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Ai image generator
Hi, I have a question. Do you have any experience with ai image generator? I am not an artistically gifted individual. But I have a few "worlds" of my own that are too specific for anyone to make fanart. I thought of using the power of artificial intelligence to do this. Any suggestions?
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mistmorphine · 7 months
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(Just Married)
((Can y’all believe I haven’t posted about their first ‘wedding’??))
The plan was simple but very risky. And ideally, they wouldn’t have to get heavily disguised to go down to the court house, but they had both agreed they wanted this.
The ceremony was planned for next week, the whole nine yards of a nice wedding with family and friends then getting absolutely wasted after the fact and stumbling their way home to celebrate some more… but Kerry knew V. He knew Vax. The man he loved was lowkey, liked things simple. So naturally, they were getting married in private a week early.
Kerry had proposed on the roof of Dark Matter, Vax finally being able to stand without help. Though when he saw the ring, Kerry was convinced he was going to fall off the roof from shock. Luckily, the man sat next to him, unable to stop smiling.
Vax had never signed a document faster. He had legally changed his last name to Eurodyne about a month ago, when they decided to have a private wedding before the actual ceremony. But seeing Vax Eurodyne on an official document made it all more real.
They were really doing this. They were getting married. He watched Kerry sign the papers, no hesitation or concern in his face when he did. Signed everything in that pretty signature of his and slid them back over to the officiant.
Vax’s hands were shaking, not from nerves they just did that now thanks to the relic. But Kerry was there to steady them, rubbing his knuckles as they repeated the vows. They had private ones planned for next week, V had asked if they could do them in private but Kerry said he wanted them public… and who was Vax to argue with his husband?
“I now pronounce you husband and husband, you may now kiss the groom.”
Kerry did not wait. He pulled Vax closer for their first kiss as husbands. It went on longer than necessary but it was worth everything to V.
He totally didn’t have tears in his eyes when Kerry pulled away, taking his hand again. They had their rings on now, but would take them off for the ceremony next week, to give them back to each other. It was probably more complicated than it needed to be, but V had wanted privacy with their first week of marriage and this how he knew to get it.
The two walked outside, Kerry sipping his jacket all the way and fixing his sunglasses. Vax did the same, despite not really needing too. But god that was the last thing either of them wanted, to be found out so soon.
“I could really go for some sushi now.” V stated, opening the passenger door for Kerry.
“I could do sushi.” Kerry couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He was practically glowing, despite the disguise.
When V got back in, Kerry was already putting in their order to pick up and take home. It was a good thing neither were big on people sometimes, but also V could not think of a better way to spend their first night married eating sushi and watching whatever weird old movie Kerry would put on for them.
“Hey.” Vax leaned over the center console.
“Yeah?” Kerry didn’t even jump when he saw how close V was.
“We just got married.”
Kerry smiled, looking at Vax dead on. No looking away or avoiding his eyes.
“Fuck yeah we did.”
For the second time, they kissed as husbands. And it felt right.
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mistmorphine · 1 year
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yes, i spent my whole morning drawing this
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mistmorphine · 2 years
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Just some brainrotty writing thoughts
I headcanon that Kerry and Vince start flirting the moment they meet during "holdin' on". Vince knows who he is from Johnny's memories. Has had this rockerboi in his head for awhile now, so seeing him in person just brings his developing crush up another notch. Kerry just sees an attractive little shit who broke into his house and happens to have his former best friend in his head. It's just harmless flirting at first, but Kerry kind of backs off a little because he's unsure of his feelings. Things between him and Johnny were...complicated. But once he gets to know Vince, through talking to him after blowing up the van and other encounters(in my fic at least, texting and whatnot), Kerry realizes that he's finally over Johnny and ready to move on with someone who ACTUALLY gives a shit. So the feelings were there from the get-go, starting as a little spark and growing from there. If only the game gave us the option to flirt from the start...
Thanks for coming to my Tumblr talk.
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mistmorphine · 2 years
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on “heyyy” — m!v / kerry eurodyne, nsft
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mistmorphine · 2 years
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Help me!
In my fist playthrough V's favourite pants were those...
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A kind of blueish -greenish leggins with pink stripes. Can't find them anywhere in my third playthrough. Do you know, where I can buy them??
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