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Imagine being frustrated with Reddington again...
Red was in the middle of a very crucial case trying to deliver Elizabeth Keen information that she needed. Just as he opened a bottle of scotch, you walked into the room unannounced with a frown and your phone in hand.
“Why did you piss off Hakim?”
Reddington sighed and waved you off. “Not now, Y/n.”
“No. I’ve already bought my outfit and now he calls and tells me ‘not to bother coming to the wedding’?” You argued and looked over to where Elizabeth was standing, flashing her a smile. “Hi, Liz. How are you?”
The young woman cleared her throat and folded her arms awkwardly, caught in the middle of the feud. “We’re - uh - trying to find a chemical weapon that can’t be traced.” She explained briefly.
Reddington had poured himself a glass but found the drink quickly swiped from his fingers by a very annoyed you. Sipping the scotch, you turned to Elizabeth.
“Have you tried isolating the radiation levels to their subatomic particles? Something that small will leave a path.”
Elizabeth’s eyes widened and she looked at Reddington. “I thought that wasn’t possible?”
You chuckled and took a seat on Reddington's sofa. “That’s because you’re not me.” Looking back at the man by the bar cart, you pointed at him. "Now, about that wedding invitation..."
~ More imagines here ~
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gray-warden · 10 days
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I just realized I never posted photos of this really pretty harvestman i came across a while back. Note the green pedipalps and the dark and light spots on its back.
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fentoaster · 6 months
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The first time I draw vlad and it's for a shitpost. sorry vlad (I'm not)
based on this
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crunchchute · 5 months
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stupid, emo, dave
wtf has this world come to
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dreamofbecoming · 1 year
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i’ve seen conflicting opinions on whether eddie would listen to springsteen, but i feel like the answer should be obvious. i mean, the guy painted a woody guthrie reference onto his first guitar, you can’t tell me he doesn’t have a soft spot for the johnny cashes and the willie nelsons and yes, the bruce springsteens of the world. guys with gravelly voices who sing about loss and disillusionment and being left behind, by life or the government or the girl they love. add in that springsteen openly made out with another man on stage (a black man no less) and you can’t tell me eddie wouldn’t be hooked. queer guy sings about being stuck in a small town and doomed love and hating the man? that’s his fucking shit right there. maybe he wouldn’t admit to liking him in public to protect his metalhead cred, but eddie values music, he values sincerity, he values bravery.
anyway my point is that in the 90s/00s eddie is absolutely a closet dixie chicks fan and i will die on this hill
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jimmyspades · 2 months
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James Spader as Raymond Reddington in a Rolex ad during the 2024 Oscars
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idle-daydreams · 1 month
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goodness. i LOVE all your demon!chuuya works so much? i haven't been seeing this one quite often but is it possible for an angel!reader x demon!chuuya? :0 i'd love to how their dynamic plays out and how demon!chuuya finds it fun to play with an innocent angel!reader <3 (could be enemies to lovers!)
you can nsfw if you'd like, maybe something along the lines of a corruption kink or some sort?
have a great day!! :D
Tw: Spicy/Sexual themes, yandere, violence.
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Powerful.
Greedy.
Perverse.
The words echoed in your mind. Demons were vile creatures, full of anger and hatred towards the rest of the world; the person before you, though indeed powerful, did not quite seem to embody that description.
“So you’re an angel,” he mused, circling you slowly, like a predator taking in his prey. “Interesting. First time I’ve seen one up close.”
“I am an angel indeed,” you said, tugging at your bindings uncomfortably. You’d tucked in your wings, but they were still being crushed against the rocky wall to which you’d been restrained. “And what manner of being are you, sir?”
“What manner of being am I?” he chuckled, stopping before you to gaze into your eyes. His own were rather striking; he was, as a whole, inhumanly beautiful, with a bearing reminiscent to the heroes of old, whom the humans liked to elevate to gods. But at the same time, there was a darkness lurking in his eyes, radiating off of him. With a start, you noticed the slivers of red running down his skin, web-fine cracks allowing his power to trickle through.
“Demon,” you hissed, trying to pull away. “You really are a demon, aren’t you?”
He laughed again, louder now. “What, it took you this long to figure out? And here I thought angels knew everything.”
His eyes were bright, his gaze challenging. More power - strong, raw, destructive - radiated off of him, setting your teeth on edge. The cracks seemed to be getting larger, letting more of his might seep into the world. A twinge of terror rose within your thrumming throughout your body. A demon would rip an angel to shreds if it got the upper hand; this one had you at its mercy, and there was no doubt that you were dead.
You tensed as he leaned in closer, closing your eyes and commending your soul to your lord.
Instead, a soft hand brushed your cheek, trailing down your neck. You gasped, eyes flying open, to see him gazing at you with hunger in his eyes.
“You really are beautiful,” he said, his voice low. “You know how long I’ve been watching you? How long I’ve wanted you? How long I’ve needed you with me, [Y/N]?”
His eyes burned with desire, with the hunger of a starving man. A thrill ran down your spine as the realization struck you that he knew your name.
“Who are you?” you said, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. “How do you know me? I am one of an order of thousands.”
“I have my ways,” he said with another demented giggle. “And for what its worth, my name is Chuuya. You may know me as Arahabaki, but then again, maybe not. I don’t care. After tonight, you’ll know me very well.”
His hands wandered lower, caressing your breasts, your stomach, the curve of your hips. A sudden heat ran through you, making you shudder.
“You like that?” he asked, grinning. “You enjoy it?”
“No,” you lied. “What are you doing?”
“Come on, don’t tell me you don’t know about sex. You don’t know how to have sex.”
“I understand the concept,” you said, flustered by the way he fiddled with the edges of your silken dress. “But I am an angel, I am not made for procreation.”
“Aren’t you?”
With a swift motion he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he moulded his body to yours. “You’re really sure you’re not made for sex?”
“I-I-” Your thoughts floated away as you felt his manhood against you, against that soft, secret part of you that you’d never quite paid attention to. Your body had always been there, a vessel for your duties; but as he pressed himself against you, his body hard and strong, it was as though you’d been reborn for the first time. You could feel everything: the crumbling rock against your back, the grass beneath your feet, Chuuya’s breath against your lips. Heat pooled in your belly, running down your arms and up your chest. You opened your mouth, though for what, you weren’t sure - only for Chuuya to capture your lips in a fervent kiss. The air grew heavier as his power bled into the air; but it was difficult to focus, to care, not with Chuuya’s hands in your hair, caressing your body, tearing your clothes to claim you as his own.
“Mine,” he grunted. “You’re mine.”
“I-” You couldn’t argue. You didn’t want to argue. You were lost, lost in the throes of bliss, the delirium of an exquisite ecstasy you could never have imagined. You moaned, arching your back, throwing your head back to let him have you. His claws raked your skin, sullying your pure flesh, ripping your wings from your back.
“Stop!” you screamed, as pain cut through the haze of pleasure. “Stop it!”
“No,” he growled with a laugh. “No. Once these are off, you are mine!”
“No,” you said, tears running down your face even as your body reached its keening edge. “Wait, please don’t-”
The world went white-hot, drowning you in ripples of fire. Sparks danced in your vision as you clutched at Chuuya, who began to laugh.
“Now you believe me?” he cried out. “Now you know the truth?”
Panting as you came down from your high - that blasted, blessed high - you blinked at the demon, at the fire in his eyes, the blood dripping down his face. White feathers lay scattered around you, a numbness spreading down your back.
“What have you done?” you whispered.
“I’ve made you mine,” he said, lifting you up his arms, pushing aside the now broken restraints. “You’re never going back to heaven again, my little angel. You’re gonna stay with me forever in hell.”
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gender-trash · 1 year
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incredibly funny how a bunch of people interpreted “ao3 was almost certainly scraped as part of the gpt training dataset because it’s a big easily accessible body of english language text, so you can prompt gpt with surprisingly vague stuff and it will autocomplete with snarry underage or wangxian a/b/o” as “elon musk Personally is Currently scraping ao3 and training an ai to plagiarize fic, going to go lock ALL my works on ao3 IMMEDIATELY”
its. its already in the dataset. how do you think these things work. “locking my works to registered users only until after the scraping stops!” my dude the ao3 team just needs to like add a robots.txt and check the useragent and stuff to prevent this from happening in the future*, and theyre already on it, but not only is the existing body of work presumably In the Dataset, the model has ALREADY BEEN TRAINED. that omelet isnt going to get unscrambled
(*im assuming that everyone gathering datasets for large language models is being reasonably Polite about it bc these are both very simple to circumvent — if this assumption is false then ao3 might need to graduate to Offensive Measures but also we would definitely need to bully the culprits off of hacker news)
anyway im not taking any Stance one way or the other on the “ai art debate” (other than maybe “none of you know what the hell you’re talking about”) but we’re definitely going to see a whole new world of copyright claims against the big art models and ml researchers developing new tools for “removing” stuff from a trained model, and i for one think that it will be SO entertaining to watch
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The Blacklist Masterlist
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One Shots 
A Desperate Mess - Donald Ressler x Reader
Peach Cobbler - Donald Ressler x Reader
A Case They’ll Like - Raymond Reddington, Reader (all platonic)
Trouble In ‘Paradis’ - Raymond Reddington, Reader (all platonic)
Imagines + Mini Fic
Imagine ignoring Reddington's calls until he shows up at the doorstep
Imagine reminding Reddington that you have his back
Imagine declining a task from Reddington
Imagine being frustrated with Reddington again
Imagine suggesting a restaurant to Ressler for date night
Imagine getting on Ressler’s nerves
Series 
Club Abyssinia -  Reader x Donald Ressler (implied), Reader x Raymond Reddington (platonic)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 (last)
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eorzeashan · 3 months
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oh my god wait. a much better option than leaving Theron to die in the traitor arc would be to put him in Alliance Jail next to Senator Saresh
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unpretty · 6 months
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thoma please calm down
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eggdoodles · 3 months
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Bulla Bulla Bulla Bulla Bulla
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jimmyspades · 2 months
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let’s stay like this forever let’s just keep pretending
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u5an5 · 5 months
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Am I the only one that every time I get myself into new fandom I just sigh, knowing fully well that I just got next 20+ x reader, y/n, x Oc!whateverthefuck or just any form of self insert tags to blacklist?
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spadesofspader · 9 days
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this genuinely took me by total surprise bdbdbd why did they make grandpa say that
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