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liberalsarecool · 2 months
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Indefensible. Epitome of corruption.
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reality-detective · 5 days
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💥 NCSWIC 🔥 The Warmongering Crime Syndicate 🤔
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aberrations-reality · 10 months
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Just imagine a few years after the end of Leverage, with Parker leading her crew, and building other crews around the world. Nate and Sophie haven’t heard from them in weeks, the three active team members busy with job after job.
Imagine Nate and Sophie come home one day, and there are twelve bottles of orange soda in Nate’s wine fridge, cereal spilled on the counter, and a pot of stew simmering on the stove.
Sophie pretends to be exasperated that her home is now a mess, even though it’s a nice break from Nate’s obsessive tidiness.
Nate is genuinely annoyed, if only because there are ‘muddy footprints on the walls, Parker!’
‘They needed decoration!’ Parker yells back from where’s she’s snooping in Nate’s office, accompanied by the clack of Harrison typing on the keyboard.
‘Yes the do!’ Sophie says. ‘You had better put my Monet back where it belongs!’
Eliot comes into the kitchen, looking exasperated but happy, his cooking bandana tied around his head. ‘Dinner at five thirty,’ Eliot says in greeting.
Nate and Sophie share a look.
The family is home.
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samepictureofsnufkin · 4 months
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Have you considered filling Moominvalley with peace? Lawfulness perhaps
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NEVER
Filling Moominvalley with crime and the gay agenda is my goal in life
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I will fistfight God himself to defend their (father/daughter) relationship
That is the face of grief and loss. I will never get over how he truly thought he lost her right then.
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He just looks so... lost. I don't think we've seen this level of open vulnerability since she tackled him in Ep3
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The rage hasn't even set in yet, nor the determination when he picks her up. The 'you hurt her, so I'm going to be the one to help her' of it all. That isn't even there yet.
It's just... pain. Pure, parental anguish. His own threat turned around to bite him.
Could you imagine? Being separated from your daughter?
Don't touch me I'm not okay. I'll never be okay about them.
I miss them both so much.
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carnivorousyandeere · 8 months
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Hell in a Hand-Basket (Ian and Drew Bardot)
( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )
CW: smut, intention to cheat (on Darling’s part 😳🫢), surprise threesome (so… probably dubcon?), making out, penetration, teasing, orgasm delay, unprofessional relationships (you’re a maid, cook, or nanny in their house)
Other Info: bottom reader, gender-neutral reader
Excitement and guilt curl in your gut as your boss cages you in against the wall, leaning in for a kiss. It’s messy and desperate and perfect, like he’s been waiting for this— for you— forever. And maybe he has waited a long time… he had to wait for his wife and kids to all be out of the house, after all. The kids are out on the town with their grandparents for the day, probably buying shitloads of candy as you speak, or watching the boats come in and out at the dock. And Mrs. Bardot is at work— though you hurriedly push the thought of her away, before it ruins the mood you’re setting with her husband.
Your thoughts blur out as his tongue swipes against your lip, feeling him smile against you when you let him in. Mr. Bardot’s hands wander up to cup your face, thumbs swiping gently over your cheeks. By the time he pulls away you’re gasping for air.
“W-wait, Mr.—“ you try to ask him something, but can’t quite get your thoughts together when he moves to your neck, kissing the skin there.
“Please, just call me Ian,” he breathes against your skin, nipping at the spot when you shiver and nod in response.
“Please, Ian,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging, hoping he’ll go faster. Mrs. Bardot will come home at some point, and you don’t want to get caught… but Ian seems determined to take his sweet time, letting his hands roam over you slowly and thoroughly.
Your resistance to the slower pace fades with the pleasure humming through your nerves with every firm, romantic touch. Ian undresses you, and opens you up for him steadily, praising you for how well you’re taking it.
Ian ends up sitting on the edge of the bed, letting you sit with your back to him in front of the door to the room. A mirror attached to the back of the door shows you every detail of what he’s doing to you.
Ian lifts you up, and eases you onto his cock, spreading your legs around his. One hand travels to your throat, and one travels down to your throbbing core, where you need him most. Ian’s slow, teasing pace continues, even as you begin to squirm and beg for more.
He keeps teasing you and teasing you, over and over, until— you hear Mrs. Bardot’s voice outside of the room. You freeze, in panic, hand squeezing Ian’s arm, but he seems unaware or unaffected that the both of you are about to be caught.
Drew opens the door, phone in hand and expression dark, and stares, before hanging up the phone and slamming the door shut behind her.
Ian grins against your neck, cock twitching inside you and one hand roaming up to tweak your nipple. You choke on your gasp, intimidated by Drew’s presence, sure she’s going to slap you, or worse— so you shut your eyes tight.
You can feel Drew stop in front of you, and you brace for impact, but then… she leans over your shoulder. You hear a wet sound, and a muffled whimper from Ian. You look up to see her hand tangled in the hair at the back of his neck, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. He twitches inside of you again, and you can’t help but squirm at the feeling.
Drew breaks from the kiss to look down at you, eyes still heavy and dark, “Explain.”
Ian answers for the both of you, breathless from the kiss, “You’ve had a long week at work. Figured you’d like a nice surprise.”
He leans back a little and pulls you with him, hands tightening around you to show you off to her. You turn your head against his chest, mind spinning and embarrassed beyond belief. Your eyes flit nervously toward Drew when she remains quiet— maybe she’s mad after all? But when you dare to look at her, Drew is only looking at you thoughtfully— hungrily. Finally Drew pulls herself up, and sighs. She walks to the adjoining bathroom, waving a hand as she does. “Don’t stop on my account, then— I’ll wash up and be right back.”
The door clicks shut behind her and Ian grins again, leaning in to press a kiss to your ear. His hand moves back down, playing with you some more. You squirm and jerk against him, mind spinning.
“What’s got you so nervous, hm? You thought Drew didn’t know, and you were still going to sleep with me? You naughty, naughty little thing.”
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iviin-855 · 1 month
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Au where everything is the same except Eliot Spencer was one of the fighting cooks of the baratie
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TW - abuse mention, violence mention, injury mention, mental trauma, ptsd
Caliban had taken many women to his bed the first night he’d met them, and that was the only night they’d spent together.  Some he’d dated for a while before becoming sexual.  None of those had ever brought about the conflict that he currently felt with Adira as she returned to the bathroom to finish changing.  It was not that there was not the physical desire for her, or that he knew that it would be far more than one night with her, but rather that the physical was so far less important at the moment than making sure that she felt safe and secure mentally and emotionally.  The other could wait, and he would wait, because he knew how wounded she was in all ways. He did not want to add to that in any way; certainly not if there was a chance of losing the way she looked at him by rushing or pushing for anything.  Whenever her eyes and his met, there was something that he could not describe within them, something that awoke a part of him that hadn’t been touched before, and he was finding he liked it.  
When Adira was once more behind a closed door, she leaned against it, holding the PJ pants to her as her heart thudded within her chest.  She had no idea what had made her so bold as to walk over to Caliban like that and just assume he would welcome her touch upon his bare skin and her help in disrobing.  It hadn’t been until she had actually been in the act of doing it that her brain had kicked in.  By then it had been too late and the only thing she felt she could do was continue, and now she was thankful that she had.  Just his initial response of covering her forearms and hands with his own had almost made her knees give way in relief and also a warm and safe sensation that had flooded her whole body.  She craved him in a way that she had never craved Mircea, in a way that she couldn’t even put into words. It wasn't blind lust, it was something deeper. 
From the day that she had met Mircea, she had known that they would be married.  It was why her father had introduced them.  Also from that day, she had alway tried to garner his approval, to please him, to make him proud, to elicit praise.  He had at least pretended in the beginning to be somewhat fond of her and that her efforts were more than enough.  The lack of overt affection understandable due to theirs being an arranged marriage, but it was one he seemed to desire, something that still confused her with how things eventually went.  However, the longer their relationship went, the more it was obvious that she was not who he wanted and that her efforts would never achieve the results that she hoped for.  She had still tried, no matter how many times she failed to live up to standards he seemed to change on a whim.  Up until the day she had been kidnapped, she had relentlessly tried.
Caliban was completely different from Mircea in every conceivable way.  One could say that their marriage was no less arranged than hers with Mircea had been.  It was not built on love, but an agreement to provide for her and keep her safe.  The difference was that even in the beginning of her relationship with Mircea she had not felt as safe and secure with him, nor had she felt as accepted.  Then there was something about the way that she felt when she was held in Caliban’s arms, the way just his voice calmed any fear or anxiety in her, the look in his eyes when he looked at her, his gentle and soothing touch when she was upset or hurting - it was all so new to her;  at the same time, it was like what she had always been looking for in the past, but never found.  
It was in wondering how he had not found a wife previously, with everything he had already shown her of who he was, that Adira came upon the thought that made her stomach turn: what if there were other women he was in a relationship with when he had saved her?  Could she do that again?  Could her heart take other women also being in a relationship from someone other than Mircea?  If there were, could she even do a fake marriage?  Her breath caught and her heart burned at the thought.
By the time that Adira finally opened the door again, Caliban had started to worry if things were okay with her.  The room had been too quiet, and she had seemed to be in there too long.  He had to keep reminding himself not to rush her.  Patience was never one of his virtues, but he knew that if he wanted to unwrap the delicate gift that was the true nature of the woman he now called his wife, he was going to have to learn some.  There was something about her that made him confident that whatever new skills he might have to learn or test he might feel like he was enduring, in the end, it would be worth it.
“Is everything alright?” He finally asked as she silently crossed over to the bed and began to place her jeans in the bag that he had brought up for her.  She hadn’t looked at him when she came out of the bathroom, nor even when he spoke to her, and this concerned him.  Before she’d gone back in, they’d once again been affectionate with one another and she’d seemed to be relaxing.  Had she had another panic attack of sorts?  
Still not looking at him, Adira’s voice came out soft and stuttered, “I hadn’t thought to ask before if…” She paused, gathering the courage to say what had come to her mind as she realized how much she was attracted to Caliban. It was as if the question was stuck in her throat, refusing to come out.  There was a fear of hearing the answer once it did.
“If what, sweetheart?” Calban asked cautiously, as head cantered.  He had heard the hesitation and nerves in her voice.   He pushed off of the dresser he’d been leaning against to walk over to her.  There was definitely something wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what could have changed in just a few minutes.  
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her head still bowed as if looking down into her bag.  “If you had…someone you were with..you know, when you..we...”  As she let her breath out, she steeled herself for the answer.  Her hands had balled to fists around the clothing she was holding, as if that would somehow protect her from the answer hurting her.  She had known many men who would be with multiple women simultaneously.  It wasn’t like she was naive to the way the world of rich and powerful men who looked like him operated.  Even those who were married often had more than one girlfriend on the side besides their wife. This was often the life wives of family heads led.
So that was the issue that had suddenly come to bother her.  The tension Caliban had been feeling waiting to hear what had upset her faded instantly.   He was glad her back was to him because he could not keep the devilish smirk off of his face.  Not that he was laughing at her, far from it; no, he was delighted that the beauty was concerned that she might have competition for his affection.  To him that meant that she too was starting to feel something for him in the same way he was for her.  Otherwise she wouldn’t care if he was in a relationship with someone else while being fake married to her.  Being fake married to Adira seemed to get better every time he turned around, and now he was going to have at least two weeks secluded with her in a mountain cabin.  Who knew what could happen then?
“And it would bother you if I did?”  The shaky inhale of breath after his question gave him his answer, just before his arms wrapped around her from behind.  She couldn't hide the slight tremble in her body from him, a tremble that he hoped his next words would quell.   Placing his chin on her shoulder, he let his warm breath fan across her neck with his next words, “my darling wife, if there had been, the moment I slipped that ring on your finger they no longer existed.”  He gently kissed the crook of her neck and continued, “there is now, and from now on always will be, only you, unless it is you who wants things otherwise between us.”  Caliban was never one to share a woman, nor did he expect a woman to share him.
As much as his words comforted her, she also felt like they were too good to be real. “Are you sure that you can be happy that way?” Adira was afraid to even hope, even if she prayed, to a god she had long since stopped believing in, that it was true.  She was under no illusion that Mircea had ever been faithful in their marriage, even from the beginning.  He’d always blamed her; of course it was her failure as a wife that led him to have to find others.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”  He kept his chin on her shoulder and laced his fingers with hers now that she’d covered his hands with her own.  Every time he thought he’d figured out how much damage that Mircea had done, something more was revealed.  There was no doubt the coming days and weeks would reveal more, and he would try his best never to repeat those wounds.  If he could, he would instead heal them.  
“Well,I…I don’t know.  I just know that no matter what I tried, I was never enough for Mi-” Suddenly Caliban’s hand was over her mouth, cutting her off as she felt herself fully pulled back against him.  Her eyes closed, her breathing stilled, and she waited for the pain.  Pain always came after the wrong things were said.  Hopefully Caliban would not be as brutal as Mircea had been.  She still ached from being dragged by Kondrat and the abuse in that basement.
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taming-bats · 4 months
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More Crime Family AU
Thinking about the Mask Family and their masks. It's not just a difference of color it's of design too!!
Bruce - classic Black Mask looks of the skull. I stole the Black Mask title/look because Black Mask has a no-nonsense way about Gotham that I thought was perfect for this au. RIP the little bat ears I want them back.
Alfred - has a mimic "back up" Mask that hasn't been used in years now. He used it if Bruce ever needed a rescue (you know in the 2004 cartoon on the several times Batman got BEAT DOWN and Alfred had to pick him up in the car? Like that!) It's easy to spot the "second Mask" it's softer around the edges and had a grayish wear to it. It probably was a prototype of the mask that found use.
Dick - Bruce gave Dick the opportunity to make his mask- symbolism of the work and grit they put into their second life, yknow? Dick still is attached to the "Robin" nickname his mother gave him, because even if they are avenged, the fight that their deaths started for him continues. Dick's mask is very bird-coded because of this. the design has changed through he years as Dick truly settles in his place next to Bruce, but the current iteration is a sleek design of a raptor. a hooked beak that casts sharp shadows. wide eyes that come to a point, outlines that would be pretty if not so fatal should they spot you.
Jason - Classic Red Hood style. As Jason proved himself a fighter at an early age, they thought it best to hide any and all features when he became a Mask. Sleek, all encompassing. (So much of this au just me taking what canon Red Hood did and went: I think he's right actually. I'm gonna do that)
Tim - The only Mask that shows part of his face. In a twist of the canon robin mask, yellow material branches across the upper half of his face and covers his eyes- so much so that it looks like he might not even have them. I imagine they have these really dramatic swoops/points off to the sides that are so sharp for no reason. Almost like an bird... wonder where he got that inspo... Regardless, I think its important that Tim's mask represents the change in the Mask family that Tim himself symbolizes. The New Age they enter once Jason comes back home.
Damian - My main inspo is the Blue Spirit from Avatar (or xiao from genshin i GUESS. but i got beef w that game). He's still the Heir to the Demon and he absolutely shows the pride in that in the making of his Mask. It is all fangs and teeth and horns. Rumor on the street is that somehow Black Mask actually and legitimately summoned a demon to do his bidding. It's all speculative though. No one has seen said demon and lived.
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Crime Family (クライムファミリー) Whump List
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Synopsis: Matsuda Go is a scammer who is trying to infiltrate a family by pretending to be a tutor, but ends up getting wrapped up in the family’s “criminal” activities.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Family
Whumpee: Matsuda Go played by Hongo Kanata
Note: I might've forgot some moments in his imaginary pop quiz type of thing forgive me
!!Spoilers Below!!
Ep. 01: (imagination: metal basin dropped on his head) pursued, hit with a bike, anxious, about to get hit with a bat, threatened with a taser, nearly impaled with a knife, nearly hit with a bat, scared, fainted and slept through whole night on the floor, scared, grabbed, knife to the throat, thrown on the floor, punched(off-screen ish), bleeding nose, scared, knocked out with a taser(off-sreen), kidnapped (is it kidnapping if you were just dragged into a different room of the house??), tied up, blindfolded, mouth taped shut, scared
Ep. 02: (cont. from the previous ep.) blackmailed, threatened with a taser, scared, forced to make a false confession, (imagination: threatened with a taser, scared), threatened with a taser, drugged with sleeping medication, passed out
Ep. 03: waking up, blackmailed
Ep. 04: pursued, at gunpoint, pretends to be taking someone hostage, restrained, arrested, spends two years in prison
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trx34ksh · 10 months
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Guys guys guys Juno steel final season starts soon and I have THOUGHTS…so many…
Ok firstly, I hope that they bring back up the fact that Juno has some alien blood junk going on with him.  like so far it’s been mostly dismissed (to my knowledge) and I’m thinking maybe this season they will finally do something with that part of Juno‘s story when he was still on Mars. 
Next, PETER!!! MF!!! NUREYEV!!??! Baby girl where did u go?? I was really happy about seeing more of Peter’s backstory through the journal he left behind. I think it’s an interesting way to narratively explain how Peter came to act the way he does and also this could be a nice lead in to where he would potentially be. (Ngl I don’t remember if we know where he’s at rn?? I’m guessing we don’t know)
Lastly, though it is sad to see the crime family go their separate ways I think it would be interesting to have a offshoot series, potentially after Juno’s story is wrapped up, where we see different parts of the crime families’ life post break up.
Basically, I’m just so excited about a new episode dropping because I have been STARVED of Juno steel content for TOO LONG!!!
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liberalsarecool · 2 months
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Are you starting to imagine how many horrible white men are treated as 'better than' even though they are rapists, fraudsters, cheaters, and adulterers like Trump?
Are you staring to see how the white superiority myth is so entwined in our 'meritocracy'?
The misogyny. The racism. The white supremacy.
A big part of MAGA/GOP knows Trump will lose all his court cases and owe billions. The fear of losing the white bully racist strongman will just trigger all the 'Biden is the real criminal' coping exercises, and Trump is forgiven.
Trump is a liability. He was a private sector failure who thought he could go public life and survive. His six bankruptcies in the private sector were a warning. His three marriages. A warning. His Russian connections were a warning.
We had 30 years of warnings. MAGA is pretending they couldn't foresee these legal problems.
End result? Republicans will die. The new party is just thieves and conman auditioning for Putin.
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rp-partnerfinder · 19 days
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CST Female/ 30+ looking for 30+writers
Long time indie & rpg writer looking to create worlds with other fandom-less oc’s. Plotting is a must. I’m explicitly looking to write double ups within the same universe. Prefer discord but always willing to write here.
+multi para to novella replies
+a full cast of OC’s & always willing to conjure up more (all muses are 21 and up)
+weekly replies
+Family, friends, & ships (m/f f/f & f/m/f)
+lots of ooc chatter playlist & mood boards & aesthetics
Heavily preferred dark-themed settings such as apocalyptic, supernatural, crime family, Grimm fairy tales, fae & dystopian. If it’s heavy I’m likely game.
In addition, to modern-day & historical slice of life as well.
I love angst, fluff, slow burn, and am willing to go smutty if the muse is there.
Open to canon characters if we can make them work.
Like the post and I'll follow up. Thanks
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meggyreap · 29 days
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Alissa: *deep breath* Don't you realize what will happen to the Yakuza? It will fall apart without a leader.
Benni: Let. It. Fall.
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samepictureofsnufkin · 3 months
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Let's fill moominvalley with characters!
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Which characters from other shows do you guys think would be like “Yeah!! Let’s go fill Moominvalley with crime! Come on!!” ?
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Jinx: Hey! Did you know there's these liiiitttle things in the water called- [squints at textbook] tardi-grades?
Silco, focused on his papers as he works: Oh?
Jinx: YEAH! Anyways they're super common everywhere there's water. They're like, reeallllyy old or something, been around forever. Even before people!
Silco, continuing his paperwork with a small smile: Fascinating. All this from those Academy books we got you?
Jinx: Yeah! And a whole bunch else.
Jinx: ...
Jinx: ...
Jinx: ... Ever think about how many tardi-grades we eat when we drink water?
Silco, looking up and silently staring across the room at his office door, disquieted: . . .
Jinx, unphased: It's probably a lot.
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