#blackmailed agent

[workingonit-currently]

I like thinking about Mulder and Scully because you think, "Ah! Fox Mulder is the simp. He can't handle being 3 inches from Scully at any given time. He goes feral without her."

And then you see Scully without Mulder.

#fox mulder #i don't think i need to say more after that #dana scully #she goes double as feral without him #blackmails other agents #breaks ever fucking law she can think of #everything #x files #the x files #txf

[lovesickeros]

☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check. #a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying.......... #only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her................. #also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up.. #yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight) #also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

[fivewholeminutes]

A Series of Small Offerings

PART ONE -6- Jericho

My hands are not worthy

HELLO TO MY FAVOURITESTEST LINE FROM THAT SONG EVER

Not pictured: me singing this line over and over again while filling the bg and jumper with markers

(Am I cheating and using markers now? I sure am, I've had enough of pencils on this paper.)

Notable mention: the thick golden and black markers I've used in these last two pieces are ~grave inscription fixing markers~ bc I'm this edgy (kidding, they're just really good markers).

Notable mention 2: for someone who loves drawing eyes and absolutely hates drawing hands the hand-eye ratio so far is 7-0 (6-0 if we're not counting the skeleton hand and the eyes here that are closed). I have left my comfort zone and never looked back (and for that, THANK YOU AGAIN, LEVYNN!!!)

#those are calluses btw there are more colluses irl trust me the photo and editing killed them #jericho my beloved #ii my beloved #filling the huge parts with markers my beloved #original white mask my beloathed #terrible the witcher (2002) polish series playing in the distance for me today and making me laugh uncontrollably my beloved #(spreading the 2002 series propaganda; netflix version WISHES it was this good) #i've had so much fun making this one including taking a reference photo of myself while at my aunt's yesterday #if you're wondering: all the hands i drew so far (except for the skeleton one) are mine #i am making many compromising pictures of myself for this challenge i hope my cia agent doesn't save them to blackmail me later #a series of small offerings #sleep token #sleep token fanart #alex vs the mortifying ordeal of having her art perceived #SORRY FOR EXTRA RAMBLING TODAY I AM IN A GOOD MOOD

[symbiotic-slime]

would you guys be interested in venom/the magnus archives crossover fan art

#I wanna draw the guys as avatars #also I think it would be a fun challenge to try to make Venom visibly an avatar of the hunt #because they already look like that #but I have ideas for the others :3 #venom #venom comics #venom movies #the magnus archives #I’m going to elaborate in the tags because I can #so Eddie is 100% an avatar of the corruption #and is also the type of guy who willingly became an avatar #he’s so deranged he would be enthralled by the wasp nest in his attic #he would be a victim of the lonely though #like especially comics!Eddie #because his bond with the symbiote is so deep that like. being singular sends him into a depressive spiral #flash is an avatar of the slaughter #but he’s not deranged like Eddie his was more of a result of his situation #like being a bully and then joining the military #very slaughter coded #and yes he’s made up for the bullying so I’m not sure how that would play in?? but he still does have some anger issues #he’s a victim of the web #like one the alcoholism is classic web #and two being manipulated. like the whole agent venom arc where he was essentially being blackmailed by jack olantern #venom is a manifestation of the corruption #an avatar of the hunt #and probably also a victim of the lonely #like I think the idea of being alone as a being who’s whole purpose is to bond and connect with a host would be devastating #recently I think they could probably also be a victim of the desolation given that everyone important to them keeps fucking dying lmao #I’m kinda second guessing myself with flash because he’s just so damn normal like he doesn’t revel in war but I also want to give him one #do any of my followers know both of these. if so please help me out I’m struggling with flash 😭

[tomwambsgans]

greg & his value being a pathological observer/having information

the interesting thing to me is, as far as i can tell greg doesn't set out to actually create a chain of events and least of all to fuck people over. the exceptions are in s4 where he's learned the real value in what he has, but before then i think greg was in fact often blinded to the notion that anything even will happen other than to himself. he just sets out to exchange "juicy info" for whatever another person will give him. (or to explicitly shut his mouth and not give a particular person information, aka blackmail. tom gives him an office without hesitation, logan tells him to give him a price, and shiv mistakenly offers nothing but a punishment and thus loses. anyway,) furthermore half the time that greg delivers information that even gets him the thing he wants, that info could've easily been gotten from another source anyway. he's never the only one to know. shiv was also aware of the press conference, and the cruises scandal leaked utterly independently of the papers (which proved to not even hold anything substantial anyway), and we know tons of other people knew that matsson was interviewing other ceos bc kendall calls around to confirm. it's really kinda pure luck that greg just happens to be the first one to alert interested parties.

#greg hirsch #meta #mine #it's funny when it's the reverse bc it's basically never actually blackmail #he's approached first and he's like uhhh oh shit you think i have something valuable? well buy my silence i guess? #anyway it's noteworthy also that tom is a huge agent in teaching greg that he has this value #these are just the most overt moments of like talking about info as currency

[jokest3r]

Shot through the heart (fatally) and he's to blame ❤️‍🩹

Introducing "Blue" / "Norton" Shark, sole (begrudging) heir to the Shark fortune as well as budding Nepo baby psychopath I play as my GTAO PC !

#my art #gta online #gta oc #gta oc: blue/norton #still find it funny that i wrote him to be more of a vagabond that dislikes most government agencies/organizations yet has exes in both- #NOOSE and FIB #he is not water or plane friendly #he hates his father but doesnt deny the money given to him #he is the one blackmailing him for it anyways #i love my bastard son (affectionate) #hes mute for most people besides his mom and his favorite IAA agent #he will need his own tab soon i swear #my favorite criminal #maybe i can finally work on my agent 14 fic LOL

[cjorgens2022]

when I fell asleep at 3:00 in the afternoon and awoke at 8:00, I dreamt that Scorch is actually a deep-cover agent for Rex. And being a trained clone commando, he hides his intentions very very well. What I can recall is that Scorch has hidden guilt about taking Omega away but he had no choice but to do his duty and that he was secretly glad she and Crosshair had escaped Weyland and Mount Tantiss. What I can recall is that, as Omega escaped; Scorch would mutter to himself “stay safe sister. Run away and never look back. It’s a dangerous galaxy out there.”

this could be the start of an idea of mine of which Scorch plays his role as a seemingly subservient clone commando very well!

#Bad Batch Season 3 #Secret Covert!Scorch #Delta Squad #IC-1262 #Omega #Bad Batch #Delta Squad-centric #Weyland #Project X #Royce Hemlock #Emerie Karr #Pabu #Advanced Science Division #Clone Rebellion #Galactic Empire #Coercion #Blackmail #Coerced!Tech #X Assassins #imperial cloning program #Imperial Shadow Agents #Spy!Tech #Shadow Agent!Tech #Crosshair #Imperial Assassins #Shadow Troopers #Imperial Science Officer!Tech #Hemlock Blackmails Tech into becoming an Imperial Scientist #Creepy Hemlock #Weyland Commandos fear Hemlock

[wednesdayoceans]

Valorant's "not like other girls" approach to how they communicate in-universe lore to their players is going to bite them in the ass eventually

#valorant #the fact that most of the biggest lore stuff has been communicated through the range #and that it's deleted/replaced with every patch #so people can't go back through and see what they missed #or catch up on past events like fade's capture #how are new players supposed to know the agents names? all the blackmail emails were wiped out after the patch #why can't they just make comics for their lore like literally every other character based fps pleeeeeeease

[tiredassmage]

54%. Describe your character's favorite possession. Where did they get it, and why are they so attached?

coughs. this one's from a while ago. sorry friends. >.> [battery percentage-themed oc asks]

I'm going to use this as an invitation to take something I know I've talked about in piecemeal style in maybe one or two places and actually put Tyr on blast (affectionate) about it, lmao. And that's Tyr and nostalgia, in a way.

But more specifically, the single possession Tyr's ever had any kind of deep attachment to that ignores his every attempt to move away from it, no matter how rational the argument may be, is the Phantom.

To stand for a bit on my oc soapbox, nostalgia, in a way, is sort of a central theme to Tyr. I've spoken to a notable extent about how his identity as Cipher Nine (or... what might be the lack thereof, to others) and his history with Imperial Intelligence is a point of personal pride for him, to this day. He is proud of it. He's still loyal to that notion of it in his mind - to the sentiment that made him sign on, to that core team that surrounded him for so much of his career.

And the Phantom is, after this long, the only thing that's truly left of that version of Imperial Intelligence. Its name is fitting in a whole new way, isn't it? The flight deck is filled with the phantoms of his past - the specters and apparitions of those ideals, those loyalties, the bonds forged and the challenges faced. No longer simply a phantom in speaking of its primary owner being a Cipher, but... the one tangible sign that Tyr... hasn't let go of some things. Maybe he never will.

There's a part of him that'd reason it should've gotten him killed by now, sure. That kind of thing is taught to them as a liability. But I also think the older he gets, the longer he's spent in the role of Alliance Commander... It's certainly not cockiness, or any real sense of assurance, but the galaxy has changed, and so has his role in it, as much as he still has trouble quite defining it in a way that speaks of his personal desires and connections of it.

It's not that he's always consciously thinking of the ship in this way, but I think it's settled as a part of him, if you will. It's the one thing he'll have a hard time laying to rest even when he finally successfully walks away from the demands of his career. It's at times symbolic of the perhaps one piece of himself, as molded as it was to fit the needs of becoming Cipher Nine, that he's not quite willing to part with, give up, or let anyone change any further. It's a badge of that pride in the people and experiences that forged him, and who he wanted to be as a younger man. There is perhaps always going to be maybe a sliver of him, maybe far more reminiscent of an excitable teen with their first driver's license (or flying, in this case) gripped in hand that'll always wish... just one more flight. Just one more.

There was a rare kind of peace, a rare taste of hope in watching the expanse of stars blur and reach beyond the definition of space on the bridge. Tyr hasn't gotten a lot of proper goodbyes with many of the people he's loved and respected in his life. He's not sure he's ready to finally say it, but that ship's maybe the only place it'd feel right to do so.

#answered #ch: tyr #imperial agent #sniffles. guy who just feels so fuckING MUCH god. what the hell tyr #catch me making a screaming kitten face and noise even though i did that to him i knew this but it just. hrhghghghlfkndf #sir. sir i have emotions about you #swtor ocs #it was some of the best and some of the worst. #i'm not sure anything short of his death or a catastrophic failure of the vessel could really make him ground this ship for good #he'd rather make the more illogical choice of fucking with clearance tags and dipping into blackmail and bribery than ever leave it #grounding her for the versions of shadow of revan in which he does cover work with lana theron and jakarro like. hurt his soul tbh. #like he'll do it but FUCK at what cost

[prvtocol]

Star Wars: Crimson Reign #5

#⚘ ˚◞ reference ◞ 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝒸𝓎𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓅𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒶. #⚘ ˚◞ verse˚ star wars ◞ 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓁. #⚘ ˚◞ imperial era ◞ . #(( bri is part of crimson dawn's hidden empire. the agent embedded in the imperial bank #she respects qi'ra greatly but her hold on her is blackmail so her loyalty to the syndicate comes with major qualms #she always rather not #this is c. 3-4 ABY btw ))

[likea-black-widow-baby]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jemma Simmons & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Peter Parker, Spider-Man, Jemma Simmons, Skye | Daisy Johnson Additional Tags: Crack, Fluff, Fluff and Crack, Case Fic, Protective Skye | Daisy Johnson, Jemma Simmons & Skye | Daisy Johnson Friendship, If you haven't seen that one interview, basically elizabeth walked into a pool bc she was so excited about churros, in front of tom holland, hence the spider-man, just let it happen

Summary:

Jemma + Undercover = Catastrophe. Also Spider-Man is there.

Plugging this, it’s ridiculous and the closest thing to crack I’ve probably ever written.

#anyone who knows me irl you have a duty to ignore this #or read it idc. it's probably the thing you'd get the least blackmail material out of #mundie says things #daisy johnson #jemma simmons #peter parker #spider-man #spiderman #agents of shield

[unprocione]

( @infecdead ) requested: ♤ - look-at-me-i’m-hella-attractive outfit. from outfit headcanons.

"Chrome cock rings like Ken’s were long worn by the leather crowd on the shoulders of their biker jackets (left for top, right for bottom). In the waning years of our long national nightmare (aka the Reagan-Bush years), younger gay-boy-activist types with brand-new leather jackets took to wearing cock rings on whichever side looked best or, to the horror of the leather crowd, on both sides. Tops? Bottoms? Versatile? Clueless? Who knew? Then dykes started wearing them — cocks or not, they didn’t want to miss out on any of the sex-positive accessorizing.

Cock rings exploded (ouch!) — as vest zipper pulls, as key rings, as bracelets; rubber ones, leather ones, chain ones. But the thick chrome variety, the Classic Coke of cock rings, was and is most often worn as a pendant. Chrome cock ring necklaces became de rigueur rave wear. For about a year every gay boy at a rave was wearing at least one—these cock rings were often pressed into service later in the evening, to help tweaked ravers keep up what the X was pulling down." (source)

"The hanky code was a covert sartorial code used predominately by queer men in the 1970s and into the 1980s. Simply put, a bandana is worn in one’s back pocket for the purposes of sexual signaling. The color of the bandana was associated with a specific sexual practice or fetish, and the wearer’s sexual role was indicated by which back pocket the bandana resided in (tops wore bandanas in their left pocket; bottoms wore bandanas in their right pocket)." (source)

The chain and lock necklace Leon is wearing is also bdsm-based, there's a ton of different meanings based on where you look, but in this instance it just means he's taken in a monogamous relationship.

#» 🕊️ ﹕ incoming transmission. (inbox.) ❧ #this is all basically leon during his raver era #sometimes i think abt how he grew up as a gay man freshly post the aids crisis and how that affected him #very interesting narrative of him going into a career as a cop and then later being blackmailed into becoming a government agent #when you keep that in mind

[yngai]

one thing i need to talk about in future, put a pin in it, is the political implications of ada wong ensuring that biological weapons (the plaga + accompanying research) don’t fall into the united states government’s hands (holding leon at gunpoint)

#* file // : OOC — ( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐄 . ) #and touch upon the pitfalls of viewing resident evil's protagonists (and leon s. kennedy especially) as monoliths of moral good #because i'm gonna be honest a lot of shit takes about ada wong rely on comparing her to leon or leon's perception of her #or her seduction/manipulation/use of him which are misinterpretations of their canonical relationship #leon especially i think needs to be examined through the lens of working as a federal agent throughout the height of the war on terror #he was blackmailed into his position and goes against orders to pursue his need for heroism of course but there's a reason #he becomes a shell of his former self by the time vendetta rolls around #that's all i'm saying

[crystaldeclear]

We need to get the Reynas and Mrs. Rabiot in the same room and tell them there's only one spot left in the team

#the reyna parents are genuine certified weirdos using domestic violence as blackmail #pageant moms = coach dads = agent dads all deserve to be bullied for being jobless weirdos (with very few exceptions) #like why is your 15 year old son getting you a job mr. odegaard?🧐

[meistoshim]

every time i see gang verses or quote-unquote villain verses i look at satoshi who is at all times one Really shitty horrible crisis away from going down a corruption arc & then cry because he’s so stubborn about his need for the world to be good & everyone to be at the core a good person & so horrified by the idea of becoming a tool for pain   ( thanks lysandre ) ,  that he’d just bolt right into the extreme of vindictive good, doubling down into full vigilantism, leaning into his more fucked up aspects for the good of those around him.     as for gangs, at least the actually criminal ones   ( because honestly skull & yell are pretty cool when they’re not being dicks to “outsiders” & he’d hang with them any day ) ,  blackmailing him into joining anything wouldn’t work because he has no concept of self-preservation, & if other people or even pokémon are the chip used satoshi’s going to go feral on everyone in his way before he so much as thinks about giving in.

#sorry everyone who joined a gang out of cynicism or lack or hope or bc they got blackmailed but satoshi's built different #i do have like. a bad end verse where satoshi's as jaded as he can get bc he failed where it Mattered & couldnt save Anyone in a crisis #but he just doubles down on his efforts to better the world & becomes an unofficial agent for interpol #good for him #like. sorry that happened to him (i say as the one that did it to him) but yknow. good for him. #▐█ ▌ ◇ — ( pkmn is autistic culture. ) #▐█ ▌ ◇ — ( study. )

[voids-cave]

Love how people think that Leon probably has totally normal life outside of work like he isn't being monitored at least most of his days and probably gets his every life intruded by random ass shit everyday from his work.

#like this guy . is literally a secret agent. almost... does anyone know who he is outside of work. #think he needs to use different names. how transgender of him #if youve ever had a parent who has an 'important' job. you know. and leons job is like the most Abnormal shit you could imagine #and he comes from the most abnormal background. he was blackmailed into it. you think theyre gonna let him be normal? nah. #im sure he has little moments between missions and job related shit tho. like more than sure he is