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simplyjustagirlsblog · 6 months

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i love laura palmer

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shitpostingkats · 4 months

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Thank you for your service, king.

#may a flight of secret agent goblin angels sing the to thy rest #fantasy high #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #dimension 20 fantasy high #shitty edits #memes #riz gukgak

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hcdahlem · 11 months

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L'Affaire Cherkassky

Aurélie Ramadier a longuement enquêté sur Nicolas, sauvé par son père du goulag et devenu un ami de la famille. Ce roman à suspense lui rend hommage en retraçant son incroyable odyssée après 37 ans de captivité.

En deux mots En octobre 1981, après un incroyable périple à travers la Russie, Nicolas Cherkassky parvient à rejoindre l’Ambassade de France à Moscou et à retrouver sa France natale. En 2004, Camille, étudiante qui souhaite se lancer dans le journalisme, propose de revenir sur cette affaire. Elle n’imagine pas l’ampleur de sa tâche et les surprises qui l’attendent. Ma note ★★★★ (j’ai adoré) Ma…

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natjennie · 1 month

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"he asked me to prom, did you know that?" "CAN WE GO TO THE FARM MOM?!" riz gukgak absolute dorkass loser you are so special to me. same exact energy as the bad kids going over to gorgug's for the first time and digby and wilma's "we have pictures!"

#riz being fundamentally a dorky teenager boy is so important #like. yes he's a secret agent yes he's a dope ass rogue yes yes yes #he's very talented and incredibly smart and important #but ALSO. briefcase kid.#fantasy high #d20 #dimension 20 #fhjy

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 22 days

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Danny was livid.

The Guys In White had been following Phantom around constantly and while they weren't much of a threat, they were a massive nuisance. They had shot him down on Thursday and caused him to crash into some poor kids birthday cake in the park.

On Friday they had accidentally released ghost rats into the school.

On Saturday they had somehow managed to turn Paulinas hair ectoplasm green. She refused to leave her bedroom until it was reversed

On Sunday they tried to commandeer his parents GAV and earned the ire of his mom. They found out exactly why that was a bad idea.

On Monday they bardged into Danny's classroom, interrupting his math test because they were looking for a ghost parrot. It was mostly harmless but kept insulting them in a cheery tone. Danny decided he liked that bird.

We won't speak about what happened on Tuesday.

On Wednesday, he scowled at an agent that had accidentally blasted him and his friends with liquid ectoplasm while they were sitting and eating lunch. It was then that Danny began plotting his revenge.

That night he when ghost and lead the GIW on a while goose chase. Did danny take them across state lines? Yes. Did he manage to pull a massive following of these creeps? Also yes.

Did he plan for his target-the guy he had been leading them to- to already be in cuffs when he arrived in Gotham? No. Not at all.

"Hey, uh..." the words died on his tongue as Batman- The Batman- turned to him with narrowed eyes. Mustering his will, he started again, "Could you let him out? Just for a little bit?"

"No."

"Aw, Cmon!"

Condiment King began raving about something, but Danny didn't particularly care to pay attention. "If you're not going to let him out, then can you at least call the rest of the paw patrol? I wanna ask if they wanna throw mud at evil secret organization people. For enrichment." Danny gave his best, most cheeky smile for extra measure.

"Hn."

#dpxdc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny fenton #danny phantom #batman #condiment king #guys in white #maddline fenton beating up government agents #supposed government agents at least #the bats should be allowed to tear apart the giw for funsies #Danny -i have never met a compatent adult- Fenton: Yeah i can totally keep my identity a secret from Batman :D #narrator: he could not #the batgam go ham #not only do they destroy the giw they also terrorize them with stains #danny is so happy #danny is trying to figure out what *hn* means. hes not fluent in Batman

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hamable · 28 days

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Mr. And Mrs. Gukgak

#idc if one of them is literally a secret agent for heaven. these two cannot mask disapproval to save their lives.#fantasy high junior year #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #riz gukgak #pok gukgak #sklonda gukgak #brennan lee mulligan #brian murphy

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egophiliac · 2 months

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I saw comments that the new butler from Ridekamens look like Sebek

He...kinda does

I wasn't gonna say it, but. that was kind of my first thought when he was revealed. :') maybe this is what Sebek's older brother is doing these days? he ran off to buttle for secret agents at a superhero cafe? actually wait that would be rad as heck, I'll accept this headcanon

#art #twisted wonderland #ride kamens #i don't know how to tag this in a way that won't annoy literally everyone so uhhhh sorry about that #'but his surname is aijo' it's his SECRET AGENT NAME gosh you wanna blow his cover or what #...okay to be fair they're not really that much alike #beyond being green manservants themed after reptiles and having sorta similar hair and...well their personalities are different anyway #then again we have yet to actually experience leon so who knows #we'll be in the middle of a tense battle of good vs evil and he just appears behind us screaming GOSHUJINSAMA YOUR DRYCLEANING!!!#actually based on his description this seems pretty likely. hm.

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morganbritton132 · 2 months

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Eddie, to his followers: I cannot believe that it is the year of our lord, 2024, and we have yet to invent the technology to transfer my husband’s migraines to a US Senator. Specifically, Erica Sinclair, who said I looked like a poorly drawn muppet in our groupchat today.

#their FBI agent gets a text alert that Erica and Eddie are trending together and just sighs deeply #and then they see that they’re trending because of a groupchat and not for spilling a state secret and is like: oh? that is…good?#eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #steve harrington

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helene-tolden · 1 year

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Café Gaudi

Jour 21 - Mission

#toldendegrangaudi #tolden_ln #cafe #gaudi #coffeetime #mission #agentsecret #secretagent #asignación #agentesecreto

#mission #agent secret #secret agent #asignaíon #agente secreto #comic strip #toldendegrangaudi #fanzine #grangaudi #coffeetime #café #gaudi #tolden_ln

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jel-jel-jel · 8 months

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So no Marina?!?!

#my art #splatoon #side order #splatoon spoilers #agent 8 #pearlina #my current theory is marina did an oopsie and shes the one who made this world #and thats why it doesnt seem like shes a companion this game #because shes like a secret (accidental) antagonist whos high off digital godhood or smth #she just wanted a perfect world with her pearlie where nothing changes and theyre together forever 🥺🥺🥺 is that so evil?#anyway im terrible at predicting the plot of these games lol but its a fun idea regardless #i just think marina not being shown is just SO COOL like..... girl what did you do..

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crispy-armpit · 12 days

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✧ 𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕 ✧

yandere secret agent x reader

‧₊˚ ⋅ ‧ 🍸₊˚ ⋆｡ 𖦹 °

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: after taking on your friend's offer to head downtown to a hidden bar, you find yourself in the middle of a covert operation. thankfully Messiah is there to hide you from danger. or did he just push you right into it?

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: gn reader, yandere, suggestive position & situation, slight violence, reader held at gunpoint, mentions of a firearm and getting shot, reader pressed against male crotch, sadism(?), auditory hallucination (you hear voices), hair pulling, swearing

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,153 words

⭒ a/n: it was my birthday last month and i had planned to post this by then but ofc i never learn my lesson and kept my drafts in tumblr (leading to it getting deleted) 😭!! so sorry for the wait everyone and happy late new years! :D hope u like the batman wannabe.. it goes from 0 to 100 rq because it's hilarious to me and i'm sleep deprived.. i can smell the hate comments already

will you venture down this path?

it was supposed to be another weekend night spent alone in your home; you, comfortably snuggling against your pillows while playing your favourite brain-rot game from night to morning.

but here you were— unfortunately not in your bed, and devastatingly not romancing your fictional game characters. your friend, Vern, had dragged convinced you to join him and try out some random jazz bar which recently opened.

he mentioned his band would be playing there... he's probably just trying to get more people to hype up his band.

the warm ambience of the bistro & bar, alongside the joyous laughter ringing all over the room, people bantering and simply enjoying each other's presence was enough to erase the thoughts of your usual weekend plans. it was the type of place where you couldn't bring up any negative emotions just because of how chill everyone and everything was. so that's one forgiveness point to your friend.

at some point, Vern had split off from you to meet up with the other Ares band members to go perform— leaving you to drink away your life at the bar.

you channeled your best resting bitch face to avoid any strangers trying to hit on you, which worked. you sat alone listening to the blue voice of the current performer, making small talk here and there with the bartender.

oh, the bartender—

you'd been eyeing him up all night.

he was the only other person at the bar. like all other bartenders, he was charismatic and attractive despite the two deep scars running down his left cheek.

maybe he noticed you looking at it, because he suddenly rasped out, "...animal attack" with a nonchalant smile. which is quite impressive, since your gaze never once lingered on the scars for too long. he must be observing me.

Logan (you read his name tag) was an exceptional conversationist. and he played the bartender role extremely well. he brought up topics like your ambitions, your dreams, and even your darkest passions effortlessly.

but his eyes never seemed to really focus on your figure when you talked.

it was always off to a specific direction in the distance. and when you turned to look at what he was looking at, there would only be the same wrinkly old man sitting on the sofa chair.

"can you see it?"

confused, you reply, "see what?"

do you see it? the eyes? his lack of mouth? with hair as white as his, and skin as dark as void, how can you not see me?

"what the hell are you sayi—" you grow pale when you turn back and see Logan had his back turned away from you the whole time, far from the counter.

who was talking to me?

and for the first time in 3 hours since you've arrived, the old man from the chair moves. he wanders aimlessly for a moment until setting his sights on the bar. multiple random people who were loitering in the room take notice of his sudden movement, and all briskly walk towards him.

you're petrified.

the world is spinning, people are blocking the old man's path from you. and you're so thankful for that because it gives you the time to be pulled on top of the bar counter and then underneath it by a pair of strong hands.

your consciousness recovers and you're met with Logan, body crouched down to your level. his shadowed face shows no semblance of the bright man you were talking to a while ago. now his own icy blue eyes pierced through yours, and the once attractive rasp of his voice is now chilling to the bone.

"Logan—"

"you better fucking shut up unless you want to die."

he pulls out a revolver and points it to your forehead.

profusely nodding your head in understanding, tears begin to prick your eyes; this is so fucking messed up, what is happening??

your brain tells you that this was just the alcohol getting to you, and maybe Logan has some kind of split personality and a murderer... that it's some kind of sick prank Vern is probably pulling on you. maybe my drink got spiked...

but your gut tells you that you are in great danger. alcohol has never made you experience that level of auditory hallucination... hell, you were probably being delusional right now— of course Logan's trying to kill you!!

you could hear the faint sounds of bodies thudding against other people as if they were thrown or pushed. but no screams, just grunts. the loudness of the approaching footsteps came to a halt in front of the counter.

you cover your cries as best as you can with your palms and with Logan's hidden weapon still pointed at you. you could so easily whack it away or dodge it. but you stop once you hear the most grotesque voice ever, the result of what sounded like flesh tearing apart and bones reconstructing.

"where... are... they.....?"

you are faced with two decisions:

scream for help and get shot in the head by Logan

scream for help and face whatever the fuck is out there

either way, you don't get to choose. because the stress of the situation is beginning to overwhelm you and soon your whimpers slip out a little. small enough to not be heard from in front of the counter, but big enough for whoever is on top of you— and that someone happened to be the psychopathic bartender.

you freeze.

but your strength alone is not enough to hold back against the veiny hands that grab the back of your hair and push you against the bulge of the man standing in front of you.

you push and thrash over his grasp, but your actions only lead to him digging the lower parts of your face further into his crotch. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING??? IS HE TRYING TO SILENCE ME WITH HIS DICK?!

and it works...

you stay silent and limp, not because of fear. but because of the absurdity of this situation and the slow growth of whatever beast is hiding under those black waiter pants.

the heat of your muffled breath against his privates collects in your face, it's getting too much but you hold yourself together. your hands that were once pushing him off now lay on the top of his hardened thighs.

Logan shares a couple words with the old man before pointing him elsewhere. you catch a strange name falling off the old man's lips, Messiah. fuck, is this a cult? shortly afterwards, you hear the light sounds of evacuating feet. he's finally gone.

and with the speed of a middle-aged lady during black friday sales, you manage to push him off to the side and stand up across him, ready to give him a piece of your mind.

you were humiliated, violated, mentally tired and— and—

why the fuck is he blushing.