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follow-freeman · 7 months
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"Entering Xen" Half Life (1998) vs Black Mesa (2015)
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hobo-dante-ex · 8 days
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halflifedump · 2 years
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galaxyglaze · 1 year
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finished portal 2 & started black mesa tonight
after i’m done with that we’re going to try one of the mods for playing half life: alyx outside of vr.
and after that i will simply have no more games to play in this universe and will fully succumb to the Oh God Please Make Half Life 3 I’m Dying Here sadness
such is ilfe
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sirensskai · 3 months
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Came up with a song and the name of an album just for my fanfiction with Ripp but I’m not a songwriter so the lyrics sound cringe af to me dhdgghhhjjkk
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vamprisms · 2 years
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i think tumblr should bring back that ad campaign for the boys which was just karl urban's hairy nostrils
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viviskull · 14 days
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"It's crowbarring time!"
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medusas-graveyard · 5 months
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Law abiding citizen....?
Okay I finally have a non-adoptee Batfam & Danny dynamic in mind that I actually liek :∆
Basically ultimate enemy compliant but the timeline wasn't changed so everyone he knows is still dead and Danny decides to actually take his monarch duties seriously and occasionally live in the realms because of it. I'm not talking about him doing a 180° on his personality btw but instead Danny who is still laid back, casual, fun, and likes to joke taking care of the realm one at a time; slowly. Bit by bit building up his knowledge to not only protect the realm, but also the humans.
By 20 he moves to Gotham with (unironically) allowance from CW (that probably came from his current net worth) and all is great. He can freely do his job in his home and isn't constantly bothered by the observants so he's basically slacking off and then on cue; rogue attacks.
And he's suuuuuper chill about them too. Like at some point they all collectively blacklisted him from whatever bullshit they're gonna conjure up because of his out going personality. And he's the same with cops. He's basically the same with everyone.
But he's a neutralist.
He won't and will snitch one side to the other, uncaring of either side going after him. If he's amused then, meh.
Enter: joker. He does not like joker. At fucking all. The only person in Gotham he's actively aggressive with.
Cue: Him almost killing joker.
He doesn't remember what happened, exactly. Something about a joker terrorist attack and how he was oh so fortunate to be chosen as the main hostage. The dogshit attempt of a speech the clown let out to.... presumed audience (?) Behind the camera and the sound of a crowbar dragging the concrete (?) Floor. Something about a bird, before getting hit by said crowbar, and the fact that despite all this he has to pretend like a citizen.
And then, more rambling about batman's Robin.
....
The chair just had an oh so convenient blade behind it.
He's pretty sure the clown is dead, based on the carnage he made with his own two hands. Yet he couldn't stop beating and hitting him even as the sound and picture of the Joker ever change to more and more disgusting. Only after someone tackle him to the ground does he stop.
He blinks and look at the vigilante(s) holding him down and contorts his face to his default face, full of smiles even as the Joker's blood splattered on to his cheeks.
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softest-punk · 11 months
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I bet that, after finding out about Dream being captured and held prisoner for over 100 years, Hob starts keeping a much closer eye and ear on the magical community in case it happens again. This means he goes running to the rescue every time he hears about some supernatural creature being held against their will
This creature, whatever it is, is not Dream of the Endless.
It's the eleventh creature in the last three months that has not been Dream of the Endless, but has been captured by some sort of magical means.
After the second one Hob started to feel a little silly, but the third was really bad, and even if the creatures he's freeing aren't Dream now, can he take the risk? When he hears someone's got something, and it's not as though Dream has the good sense to go around telling people who and what he is so they'll know. Burgess thought he was Death. Everyone else believed he was the Devil.
Hob had never even gone to investigate, when he'd heard that. Not even after Dream failed to show up in 1989. Because he'd known his friend wasn't the bloody Devil.
Lesson learned.
This, he thinks, might be a demon. The smell of sulphur gives it away.
All the same, people ought not to be summoning them into spare rooms and keeping them in chains and binding circles. Leave them in Hell where they belong.
"Should I, umm..." Hob asks, once the chains are broken and they're clear of the abandoned house he'd found his newest friend in. "Send you back, then?"
He'd never thought he'd have to learn how to do an exorcism and he's a little upset that the Johanna Constantine of 2022 looks just like the Johanna Constantine of 1789 but she's all right, actually. She's been helpful in this. She even only makes fun of Hob for a few minutes every time they talk about his pathetic crush on the King of Dreams.
"You are owed a boon," the demon says. "The legions of Hell are not without honour."
"Oh, no," Hob says cheerfully. "Just doing my good deed for the day."
The demon raises an eyebrow. Then its eyes widen in what Hob is fairly sure is alarm, and he barely has time to see it disappear before he's whipped around, crowbar at the ready, tensed for a fight.
"Hob Gadling," Dream of the Endless—the real thing, this time—rumbles, hair fluttering in a nonexistent breeze, eyes black and glittering with starlight.
Hob lets the crowbar drop to his side.
"What are you doing?" Dream asks, tilting his head, peering over Hob's shoulder at the house behind him.
"Just umm. Being a good Samaritan?"
"You have been collecting favours at a rate such that your name is on every pair of lips I have spoken with this past month."
Hob wonders if that's terribly many, although Dream had hinted the other week that renewing diplomatic relations with just about every realm in the universe was on his to-do list. From the looks of it, he hasn't been enjoying himself.
"Being a very good Samaritan?" Hob tries.
Dream arches an eyebrow.
Well. He's been caught now. No sense lying about it.
"What if it's you?" Hob asks.
Dream straightens up from his perpetual slouch, coat whipping in even more non-existent wind. "You seek to put me in your debt by rescuing me?"
Hob blinks at him. How does Dream's weird little mind work. "What? No?"
Dream narrows his eyes.
"No, listen, people keep offering me favours but the most I've taken up was that I did have a pint with a sea nymph and mostly to calm her nerves and make sure she got home all right. I'm not... I am collecting the bloody things but I'm not calling them in. Should I be? For something daft or trivial? Am I holding a load of supernatural creatures under obligation to me?"
Dream tilts his head the other way, like he's never seen anything like Hob before in his life. "Most of them would not have the honour to care overmuch about a favour owed at a later date," he says. "I flatter myself that I am different."
Hob thinks he probably is. The kind of person who'd let his honour get the better of him.
"Well, I'm not waiting around for someone to capture you again to get a favour out of you. What would I even ask you for?"
"Almost anything," Dream says. "My powers are not unlimited, but they are substantial."
"As is your modesty," Hob teases, taking a step in the direction of his car. Just as well he keeps one, since he can't very well go around carrying the kit in his backpack on the tube. "Do you need a lift somewhere?"
Dream follows him but, as is standard, doesn't give an answer.
"Why, then? You put yourself in untold danger on the off chance another mere human might once again get the better of me? I assure you it is unlikely."
"Impossible?" Hob asks, glancing at Dream. The night suits him. Even the warm sodium glow of the streetlights.
"Not impossible," Dream concedes as Hob reaches the car, tossing the crowbar and backpack in the boot with the rest of his kit.
Dream peers into it with him, and Hob feels like he's suddenly naked.
"I heard rumours," Hob says. He's told Dream this, but he's starting to think maybe it didn't register. "I heard rumours as early as the twenties that Burgess was keeping something in his basement. I never went to investigate, because it didn't seem like my problem, and you spent over a century down there because of it."
"It was not your problem," Dream says.
Hob turns to look at him. How can he know everything and still be so prodigiously thick?
"You were down there," Hob says. "I could've done something about it. I am never going to get over the guilt of leaving you there, all right?"
"You could not have known," Dream says.
"I could! I knew, or at least had fair reason to believe, that the bastard was keeping something captive," Hob says, slamming the boot with possibly more force than necessary. "I ought to have helped regardless of whether or not I knew it was you. I shouldn't have let it stand. If I've got to make mistakes like that then I'd bloody well better learn from them, hadn't I?"
"You propose to rescue every creature ever captured by anyone, in perpetuity?" Dream asks.
"Yes."
"In case, at some point, the creature in question is me."
"Now you're getting it," Hob says, opening the passenger door. "Are you coming?"
"Why?"
"It's cold out here and I want to go home and have a cuppa. You're invited. Or I can drop you off wherever you're headed."
"I meant, why would you aim to rescue me?"
"I know," Hob says. "I wasn't going to dignify such an incredibly daft question with an answer. You bloody well know why. You, Dream of the Endless, know exactly how this works. I care about you. You're my oldest friend. I have never wanted to see you hurt. If you want me to ramble about my silly little human feelings, you'll have to get in the car."
Dream looks at him for two, three heartbeats.
Then he gets in the car.
Hob, in a daze, gets in the other side and goes through the motions of starting it on pure muscle memory.
Dream puts a hand over his as he reaches for the gearshift. Hob's so proud of himself for not yelping like a frightened maiden being caught starkers that he nearly misses the look on Dream's face. The I'm listening look.
"You came back to me," Hob says softly, when it becomes obvious Dream wants to hear about silly little human feelings now, rather than later. "I don't know what it meant to you, but it was the highlight of my century and I know it's early days yet but there's not much that could top it. I don't know if you realise that my centuries begin and end with you. I did actually think you couldn't possibly have missed how I feel about you but I'm currently reassessing. I love you. I'm scared someone else is going to hurt you and I'm going to let it happen again. I know you're a big grown-up Endless who can take care of himself but maybe you don't have to. Maybe I could do a little of the looking after."
He had said he'd end up rambling, but he manages to cut himself off and stare out the windshield and wish he'd said about ninety percent less than he just had.
Thing is, it's been welling up inside him, just waiting for the barest nudge to spill out. And Dream went and nudged him.
"Sorry. Forget... all of that. I'm tired."
"Love me," Dream says after another few heartbeats.
Fuck.
"Yeah," Hob admits. No sense lying about that, either. Too late now. "Please don't go?"
Even as he says it he hates the way it sounds. Pathetic and desperate and so, so ridiculous. He might as well have told the moon he loves it for all it'd matter to Dream.
"I have not been loved in some time," Dream says. "If I ever have at all."
Hob finally manages to gather up the courage to look at him. He's blue-eyed, now, and back to slouching, hair starting to flop and his hand, Hob realises belatedly, is even warm.
Hob loves him so much more fiercely for a moment that he wonders if it'll burn.
"You've been loved for quite a while," Hob corrects.
Dream, slowly, tentatively, slides his fingers between Hob's.
"I think," Dream begins after a moment, with a voice like a rusty gate muffled by a pillow. "I think I would like to be loved. By you."
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slut4thebroken · 10 months
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good weird
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Pairing | Dark!Jason Todd x innocent Batgirl!reader
Summary | You’re determined to make Jason feel better after finding out that you’ve made him hurt almost every day for the past few months (his dick was hard lmao)
Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, emotional manipulation, coercion, unprotected sex, breeding, first time, corruption kink, bleeding during first time, painful first time, no female orgasms, lowkey misogynistic!Jason lol, adopted siblings, but like… he doesn’t think of her that way and neither does she.
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Notes | This is the first part of a collection of dark!jason x innocent!reader fics (Impossible challenge: find a good gif or picture that works with the fic😭)
Ao3 link | <3
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“Jay?” You squeaked through the barely parted door. He sat up in bed a little, the covers falling down his bare chest. 
“Another bad dream?” He asked softly. You nodded and he told you to come inside, then held the covers up for you to slide under. You laid your head on his chest and snuggled into him as he wrapped his arms around your body.
“Did I wake you?” You asked quietly after a moment of silence. 
“Nah. Couldn’t sleep.” He started dragging soothing fingers up and down your back. 
“Oh. Why not?” 
“Just a lot on my mind. Wanna talk about your dream?” 
“Same one. This time mostly about you though.” Most nights you either dreamt of your parent’s deaths, or your new family’s deaths. Watching your mother and father die was probably the cause of these dreams, but your new family’s night activities only exacerbated it. Most of the time your brain would make up ways your father and oldest brother could die, but with Jason it was always the same. Always the crowbar, always alone and scared. 
“I’m sorry, princess.” He mumbled as he kissed the top of your head. The dream about Jason always hurts the most. You just have a different kind of bond with him than with Dick, and especially with your father. You don’t know what kind of bond it is, but your stomach always flutters and your head feels light whenever you’re around him. Whenever he touches you, it always feels good. Not a normal good though. It makes your core start to ache and you feel like you have to pee. The more you continued thinking about it, the more you started to feel it. 
“Jay?” You asked timidly. He hummed in response, telling you to continue, and you tried to let the vibrations of his chest calm you. “How come whenever you touch me it- it makes me feel weird?” His hand froze on your back and you stiffened, worried you said something wrong. 
“Weird how?” You could feel your cheeks grow warm as you tried to think of an answer. 
“Good weird.” Was all you could make yourself say. 
“Where does it feel good?” His hand resumed the motions on your back. 
“My tummy and- and my,” This time he stiffened below you. 
“Where, princess?” He urged you to continue, but you just whined and buried your face in his chest. His free hand brushed your inner thigh and he lightly dragged it up. When he just barely brushed his fingers over your covered heat, your breath hitched as you jumped. “Here?” He rasped. You nodded and let out a quiet “mhm” in response. 
“Do you know what this is?” That made you frown- you’re not stupid. 
“Of course I do.” Your tone made him chuckle under his breath. 
“Have you ever touched here before?” He gruffed, making you almost whimper. 
“No… ‘m not supposed to.” You muttered, feeling your hips start to chase the pressure of his fingers. 
“Who told you that?” You knew if you looked at him, he’d be frowning. 
“School…” You said quietly. You never like to talk about the fact that you went to a religious school- people always make fun of you for it. He hummed in acknowledgment, then removed his hand, making you let out a needy whine and buck your hips forward. Instead of responding, he just took your hand, and gently moved it down, under the covers. When he placed it on his bulge, you gasped and tried to remove it, but he held you there, making you feel him. 
“You know what this is?” He asked and you bit your lip as you nodded. “Good. Do you know why I’m hard?” This time, you shook your head. “Because of you, princess.” 
“Me?” You lifted your head to look at him. 
“Mhm. Always you. Everytime you sit on my lap, cuddle with me, whimper when we spar and I go a little too rough- you always make me so hard, baby.” You stared at him with wide eyes, watching the color of his almost completely disappear from the size of his pupils. “And everytime, I have to come in here or go to the bathroom and jerk myself off to make it better. And it’s all your fault, sweetheart.” That made you frown as your brows furrowed. You didn’t mean to make him feel like that. 
“‘m sorry. Didn’t mean to, Jay.” He brushed some of your hair behind your ear then cupped your cheek, placing his thumb on your bottom lip. 
“It’s okay, baby. But if you want to make me feel better, you have to do something.” You wanted to help him, you wanted to make up for all the times you made him feel like this. 
“What? Anything.” Instead of answering, he just helped you on top of him, so your front was completely pressed to his. You placed your hands on his chest and he grabbed your hips, then started dragging your core over his bulge. 
“Anything?” He asked. You nodded, holding down a whimper. 
“Just wanna make you feel better.” 
“Good girl. You’re so good, princess.” He cooed, giving you a soft smile that made your heart flutter. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” 
“No,” You said quietly, glancing away from him, embarrassed at your lack of experience. 
“Good.” He all but growled. Jason removed a hand from your hips and placed it on the back of your neck, then pulled you down, only stopping once your lips brushed his. Your eyes fluttered shut in anticipation, you weren’t sure what to expect from this. 
Finally, he pressed his lips to yours, slowly kissing you to get you used to it. After a moment, he deepened the kiss. The warm, wet sensation on your lips made you gasp and he slid his tongue in your now open mouth. It was weird. But good weird. 
By now, your hips were rutting against his as you grew more desperate. He was barely guiding your movements anymore while you chased the pleasure. When he pulled back, your eyes fluttered open, lips still parted and chest heaving. You never knew kissing could feel like that. Part of you regrets wanting to wait until marriage. That thought made you stiffen. 
“W-wait, Jay, we shouldn’t be doing this. You’re my brother and- I was supposed to wait until marriage.” You said quietly. 
“I thought you said you wanted to make me feel better?” He frowned, making your stomach drop. 
“I- I do, but,” 
“There’s no “but.” Either you want to help me or you don’t.” His brows furrowed, intensifying his frown. “You’re the reason I feel like this. You seriously just want to leave me in pain?” 
Pain? You didn’t know it was hurting. You figured it was the same feeling you had. 
“It hurts?” You squeaked, brows furrowing in concern. 
“You’ve never heard of blue balls?” You shook your head, so he continued. “It’s incredibly painful, sweetheart. Only feels better once I can bury it in a tight, warm cunt. And you’ve made me feel like this for months.” 
“I- I’m sorry, Jay, I didn’t know…” You whimpered, chest aching at the thought of you being the cause of his pain. 
“I don’t forgive you. Not yet anyway.” Tears welled in your eyes from his words. 
“I want to help. Please,” He shushed you and cupped your cheek again. 
“You sure?” 
“Please. Wanna make you feel better.” You whimpered and the corners of his lips turned up at your words. 
“Okay, princess. I’ll let you help me.” 
“Thank you.” Before you could even finish, he was rolling you both over so he was on top. He settled between your legs and leaned up on his knees. 
“First, this has to come off.” He said, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it off. “You’ll only really be able to make me feel better if you’re naked.” He explained, when he saw your confused expression. “These too.” He pulled your sleep shorts and panties down your legs, making you blush. Letting out a low groan, he swiped his thumb through your folds, then circled your clit lightly, making your hips buck into the friction.  
“You’re helping already.” He smirked and you glanced at the tent in his underwear. It didn’t look like you were helping. You whined when he removed his hand, but he quickly moved down to your hole and inserted a finger, letting out a low groan at your tight heat. 
As he fingered you, he debated what to do. While part of him wanted to prep you, make it as easy on you as possible, a larger part wanted to fuck your virgin cunt right now, before it could get any looser. He didn’t have to think about it for a second longer before he was removing his finger and shoving his pants down his thighs. When you saw his cock, your eyes widened as your lips parted in shock at his size. He took it in his hand and stroked it slowly. 
“Just the tip, okay? I promise, baby. Just need to put the tip inside, then I’ll feel better.” He said, to ease your anxiety. You whined, but agreed anyway. He leaned over you and you wrapped your arms over his shoulders as he lined his length up with your hole. “Relax, princess. It’s okay.” He whispered against your ear. You couldn’t help but obey. It took a lot of pressure before his cock was able to breach your hole. Once he pushed in though, you tensed up again. 
“Hurts.” You whimpered, eyes burning with unshed tears. Your pussy was trying to force him out, not used to the intrusion yet. 
“I know, baby. Just relax.” His voice was strained with arousal and he reached a hand down to rub circles on your clit, making walls flutter around his cock. “Fuck, that’s good.” He groaned, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. 
“God- I know I said just the tip, but it feels so good. Can you take just a little bit more?” 
“Jay, it hurts.” You whined. 
“I know, princess. You gotta relax, it’ll feel good soon.” He slowly pushed in farther and you cried out, digging your nails into his back. “So fucking good. Your little cunt feels so good.” He said through a moan. He pulled back, then pushed in again, continuing the slow rhythm. 
“This is just what I needed, baby. You’re doing such a good job for me.” You tried to focus on his words and the stimulation on your clit, rather than the constant pain from the stretch. “Good girl. Good fucking girl- take it.” He growled on a particularly sharp thrust that made you let out a choked sob. 
“You fucking owe me for all the times you gave me blue balls. I’m gonna fuck you every night now to make up for it.” He hissed, voice getting progressively breathier as the speed of his thrusts increased. “Gonna bury my cock balls deep and fill you up with my come- fuckin breed you, every single night.” He growled. His pace turned bruising and you could barely release any sounds because of the way your breath was being punched out of you with every thrust. 
“You deserve to be my little breeding bitch after all the months you made me fucking come on my hand instead of in this tight, little cunt.” He spat, placing a hand on your neck and squeezing. “What’ll your daddy say, huh? When you go to him asking for birth control. Or are you just gonna let me knock you up?” You let out a whimper, feeling your cheeks heat up at just the thought of the embarrassing conversation. 
“Maybe you will just have to let me knock you up. After all, it’s not like you can tell him you let your big brother fuck you.” 
“Jay,” You sobbed, too overwhelmed emotionally and physically. 
“From now on, you’re going to come in here every night. And I’m going to use your little cunt until I fuck my load into you. Do you understand?” He growled, making you whimper. “This is your own fucking fault so stop bitching about it. You’re the one who decided to be a fucking tease around me.” You let out a choked sob, knowing that he’s right. You didn’t tease him on purpose, but you still made him hurt everyday for months. 
His thrusts turned frenzied as he buried his face in the crook of your neck again. Only a few thrusts later and he was pushing all the way inside, the pressure on your cervix almost painful as he forced his cock in. He let out a low groan and you could feel him twitching against your walls as started to fill you. He stilled for a moment, breathing heavy, then leaned up to sit on his heels. 
He slowly pulled out, eyes never leaving your cunt, and cursed under his breath when his come started dripping out. Ignoring the blood on his dick, he swiped his fingers through the mess and pushed it back in your hole. As he watched some of it leak down to your ass, he made a mental note to buy some lube so he can fuck that soon too. 
“Did- did I help?” You whimpered, making his gaze move to you. He eyed your fucked out face, the way your cheeks were still wet with tears and your hair was tousaled, and gave you a small smile. 
“You did, princess. Thank you. But this isn’t a permanent fix, okay? I meant what I said about you coming here every night.” Despite the softness of his voice, it was still stern, letting you know that this wasn’t a request, it was an order. You let out a quiet whimper at the thought of having to do this again, but as long as you were making him feel better, any pain you felt would be worth it. 
He grabbed your underwear to clean his cock, then pulled them back up your legs. You already made enough of a mess on his sheets, he didn’t need his come adding to it any more than it already did. When he laid back down and pulled you into him, you hissed in pain as you moved but eventually got comfortable enough to sleep. 
“Love you so much, princess. Did such a good job for me.” He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, making you smile. 
“Love you too, Jay.” You mumbled sleepily. 
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featheredcritter · 4 months
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We love to think about the implications of Gordon being a lone fighter and how much he had to do alone but also. I really like how despite this everyone around you clearly states that they have your back, and they very much do stand beside you against the odds. From back in Black Mesa (and this is especially displayed in crowbar collective's game, which i LOVE. Those scientists in the lambda complex were with you until the literal very end, for sure dooming themselves in the process by not leaving the facility instead) to the rebels to your friends in hl2 to Alyx. Humanity depends on Gordon but Gordon depends on them back, and they do really have his back, they're not letting him face this all by himself and. oh it means a lot to me ;_;
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thatmoodyguy3101 · 5 months
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I was inspired to pose Gordon, Adrian, and Barney (and Otis) after some poses done by Jade Macalla on DeviantArt. Credits below the break
Gordon head and Crowbar made by Valve for Half-Life Alyx, ported by Red Menace for SFM HEV Suit Classic V3 by DetectiveEdd for SFMLab Barney head by Valve for Half-Life 2 Guard base body by Crowbar Collective Classic Guard Vest by Diamond for Black Mesa Otis by BMCE team for Black Mesa Adrian Shephard by Romka Glock 17, MP5SD5 and M203Pi by Anton Hand for H3VR MP5SD pic rail mount from Insurgency: Sandstorm M40A1 GMod port by Stained Soldier OF2 Wrench Gmod Port by βetaβine Classic Barnacle by Brain Dead for Black Mesa
Gordon Pose 1: https://www.deviantart.com/jademacalla/art/34yosr-01-961216294 Gordon Pose 2: https://www.deviantart.com/jademacalla/art/34yosr-04-962218985 Adrian Pose 1: https://www.deviantart.com/jademacalla/art/STOCKTOBER23-01-988607842 Adrian Pose 2: https://www.deviantart.com/jademacalla/art/F2-AA-11-963281741 Barney and Otis Pose: https://www.deviantart.com/jademacalla/art/MIB-Stock-30-296343230
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halflifedump · 2 years
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incoherentchanting · 1 year
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i used his black mesa model because he’s serving the most cunt in that game. crowbar collective really hit the mark with him he’s so girlboss
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begaycommittreason · 6 months
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things that the batfamily have been banned from (by majority vote of the others)
bruce: the kitchen, stealing new children without prior notice, using “teen lingo”, shovel talks, kidnapping and psychologically altering his children’s brains (no i’m not bitter), bodily removing clark from gotham in front of cameras, reviving the fucking joker again
dick: designing new costumes unsupervised, using other people as springboards without warning, reality tv show offers, shovel talks (for a very different reason), wearing overly tight pants in public, making crowbar jokes (canon), giving other people fashion advice, trying (ie. forcing) his siblings to do acrobatic tricks they aren’t capable of with him
jason: paintball, more than 3 daily death jokes, speaking to the press, convincing sleep deprived siblings he’s a ghost, showing up to galas in increasingly bad disguises, laser tag, dressing normally on halloween and claiming his costume is a zombie (their main problem with it is just that it’s over done at this point)
tim: monopoly, clue, unrestricted access to barbara’s files, stalking, overexposure to the x-files, ra’s al goul, being awake for more than 3 days at a time, prolonged amicable exposure to villains (he has a worrying amount of potential), blackmailing his family members, overcaffination (to the point of paranoia, body spasms, openly admitting his inclination to commit war crimes)
dami: adopting any stray he sees (it’s genetic), publicly unacceptable displays of violence, threatening a fight to the death over minor inconveniences, referring to his siblings as bastard children in public, referring to his siblings in public at all (literally nothing good has ever come of it)
cass: hide and seek, painting unconscious family members nails before press conferences, jumpscaring the paparazzi, honestly it doesn’t really matter bruce lets her get away with everything
duke: using his powers to predict when one of his brothers is showering and flushing the toilet, blaming everything on his brothers “initiating” him, looking into cameras at big press events and describing bruce’s ‘brucie’ antics as ‘white people shit’, pretending he’s been kidnapped in public before ppl knew he was adopted
steph: explaining (lying about) pop culture things to bruce, glitter bombs, inciting prank wars on national television, standing behind bruce or tim during press conferences and mocking them
babs: toppling regimes while sleep deprived, hacking and altering nasa’s data for fun to see scientists have meltdowns, enabling tim’s blackmail hobby, passive aggressively running people over in her chair when she’s mad
bonus:
selina: inviting the sirens to the manor without prior notice, trying to turn tim and dami into her apprentices, faking pregnancy scares to see bruce get gray hairs on the spot, needing to get bailed out of jail more than 4 times a month (they just expect her to not get caught)
alfred: not taking any vacation days, making waffles (canonically awful), using his shotgun on rats in the house, shaving g his mustache (the family had a collective meltdown)
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wilt1ng · 7 months
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Brahms Heelshire One-Shot: PRICE TO PAY
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THIS IS NSFW. 18+ ONLY.
Tw: NSFW, Mature Content, and CNC themes/dubcon
Please don't proceed forward if any of those contents make you uncomfortable.
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The estate was much larger than you had initially anticipated. Getting inside would be all the more fun seeing as how many doors and windows there were. Having only your backpack you unzipped it to reveal a crowbar, your key to financial freedom. Word had spread a rich family had completely abandoned the estate, drawing in curiosities from thieves and criminals similar to yourself. Well, you were no criminal, merely someone desperate for a cash grab.
The front doors popped open after a few minutes of prying the metal bar between them, first try. You couldn't help but exhale with a smile as you stored the crowbar into the bag.
Too easy.
It was much bigger on the inside than what you previously imagined. As you walked inside you couldn't help but note the condition it was in despite the circumstances. Sure there were cobwebs and the air was stuffy, but it was shocking how intact it was otherwise. Countless of valuable artifacts sat untouched on wooden shelves and you were betting the jewelry box was also full of treasures. Without another second to waste you began bagging some small vases and objects which look to have some value. You left plenty of room within the bag to assure there was space for the real goodies, whether it be pearls or diamonds.
After collecting what you needed you began your journey upstairs. A large family portrait caught your eye. A mother and father sat with their young boy, their smiles seeming fabricated. You gaze at the painting, seeing the faces of the people which you were robbing caused some unease, but you pushed on forward. Making it up the stairs you notice a master bedroom with the door already wide open.
You step inside and begin looking with the bag of stolen junk in hand. After some investigating you finally came across what you were truly after. You opened a small box which sat on the nightstand. It was full of beauties like rubies, pearls, and gold.
"Jackpot."
You whispered to yourself. This was all too easy, and you wondered how it was you were the one who got there first, seeing as the area was notorious for break-ins. Without speculating it a second more, you stuffed the beloved prizes in your backpack, deciding to wear the pearls. The ambiance of the home had shifted seemingly after you had robbed the possessions. Whether it was guilt or paranoia, something just didn't feel right. You stupidly ignored the goosebumps that rose on your skin as you proceeded down the stairs. As you walked past the painting, it carried a heavier weight, as if all the faces were staring at you in anger.
You swung the heavy backpack around both shoulders and quickened your pace to the front door. Your imagination grew wild with thoughts of what you'd do with your new found treasure that you hardly noticed the figure standing in front of the entrance.
Until you did.
You immediately stopped in your tracks and gazed at the man before you.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You had been caught.
"H-hello?" You spoke. Your tone was surprisingly kind, but nervous as you hadn't expected this at all.
You immediately drop the bag off your shoulders and set it on the floor in front of you carefully, maintaining your eyes on the shadowy figure. Panic was setting in as you knew you were busted.
"I..." You spoke gently, clearly wanting to explain yourself but what exactly would you say?
"I, uh, I didn't realize anyone still came through here..."
At this point you still couldn't make out any details about the man. It was dark and the only thing illuminating him was the moonlight from behind.
"Do you live here?" You finally asked, becoming increasingly uncomfortable as he still hadn't said a word.
The figure cocked his head and for a split second you could almost make out his face. There was something uncanny about it that made your skin crawl. He wasn't answering you and you assumed for good reason, he must be pissed off you trespassed on his domain. This wasn't good. Nothing about this situation was.
On a whim you decide to rip open your bag and pull out the crowbar in which you had used to break in. You held it towards him with both hands gripping onto it tightly. He didn't like that.
"Move out of the way." You demanded, looking at the man and then the door behind him.
"I don't care about the bag, just let me leave."
Taking a brave step forward your eyebrows furrowed as you caught a better look. His once white shirt was stained in God knows what and his face was horrifically pale, as if he was wearing a mask. The sight was enough for you to gasp, dropping the crowbar as you jumped back.
He stepped forward, reaching his hand out seemingly to touch you despite the distance you made.
Fuck this.
Without another moment of hesitation you turned on your heels and bolted the opposite way. You could hardly tell if he was following behind as your eardrums were bombarded with the sound of your beating heart.
After making it up the stairs you made the mistake of looking over your shoulder, eyes widening.
The man wasted no time wrapping his hand around your throat and thrashing you towards him, as if you were a ragdoll. You could see his "face" in full if you could even call it that. He was wearing a mask, a porcelain one at that. His deranged eyes bore into your own, and they were so dark it was as if he had black eyes.
You wanted to scream badly. But you couldn't. With being petrified and the pressure around your neck, you couldn't squeak if you wanted to. Your eyes could only plead into his own, wide in terror as to what he'd do to you.
When he had decided to loosen his grip, you noticed his fingers clenching around the pearls you selfishly decided to slip on mid-robbery. Although he was mostly expressionless, you could see the fury in his eyes. The deranged man tore the beads from your neck. You watched as they fell onto the wood floor, the sounds of its impact being the loudest thing in the room.
"Bad." The man uttered softly.
His voice was hoarse, as if it was the first time he had spoken aloud in a while.
Your chest was rising up and down rapidly. It felt as if you were a mere rabbit in the midst of a heart attack. You could do nothing but stand in front of your attacker. Your eyes never left his own. His messy hair hid the whites of his eyes, adding further to your anxiety.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You whispered to him, clenching your eyes shut. You felt as if you couldn't speak any louder.
He ignored you. Instead, he pulled you closer, keeping a solid grasp around your neck.
"You'll pay." He spoke, leaning into your ear.
"-for what you took from me."
You released a panicked breath you hadn't realized you were holding. You felt as if the wind was knocked from your lungs. The sides of your throat tightened from choking back tears, and you couldn't stop yourself from trembling.
"I-I don't have money." You began to cry softly.
"I swear I won't return. Please, I'm begging you."
He sighed, cocking his head to the side as you cried for mercy.
He brought his hand to your cheek, wiping a tear away before fixating on your lips. He swiped his thumb across them, seemingly enjoying the sensation of them.
"Kiss." The man uttered to you, almost gently.
You furrowed your brows, unsure if you had heard him correctly.
He grazed your lips once more before finally staring into your blood-shot eyes.
"A price for your freedom." He answered.
"I-I don't understand." You whimpered, feeling emotionally exerted.
He sighed disappointingly, clearly losing patience with you.
"Kiss me." He spoke again, repeating what you feared he had meant.
"Or..."
He laced his fingers into your hair abruptly, pulling it back as to gain better access into your ear.
"I'll have you."
You shuddered against his lips, which brushed against the side of your face before he returned his darkening gaze onto your own.
"I-" You sputtered, unable to even get out a sentence.
He took your hand in his and walked into the darkened living room. You obliged, following him close out of fear, seeing as you had no other choice. The man stopped in front of a tattered couch and turned to look at you, seemingly waiting for you to make your decision.
You were beyond confused and frustrated but were eventually able to put two and two together. You looked at the vintage styled couch, biting your lip in anticipation before returning your gaze to your captor.
Finally, you sat down.
He stepped to stand in front of you. Your face was mere inches from his torso. You noticed the shirt he wore no longer fit him as it exposed his happy trail and a brutal scar near his abdomen. You tilted your head to look at him. His dominating prescense was enough to strike fear in your heart.
"Kiss." He repeated.
Brahms grabbed your wrist and forced your hand onto his stomach, eventually to the hem of his pants.
You ripped your hand back from him instinctively but instantly regretted it. Brahms took you by the throat and bent down eye level. He took your hand once more and held it to an erection beneath his trousers.
"Kiss... there."
Brahms unbuttoned his trousers while maintaining his domineering stare. You felt stuck in place once again, now understanding the consequences of your actions.
Your heart was merely beating out of your chest as he pulled down his boxers, exposing his cock.
Brahms shuddered at the sight of seeing your face so close to his member. He brought his hand to your face and caressed your cheek, gently, before returning his attention to your lips.
"Kiss."
He took hold of your head and adjusted himself close. You mistakenly gasped, and he took advantage. Brahms forced his tip into your mouth, pushing further as you gagged against the intrusion against your throat.
You tried your best to fight him. You attempted to stand, but he pushed you back onto the couch. He forced you to lay down on your back as he crawled on top, just above your chest. This way, you lay immobile against his efforts. His knees sit on either side of your head as he re-adjusted his cock back into your mouth.
Brahms groaned loudly as he tightened his grasp around your hair. He was slow at first, gliding his twitching member deeper into your throat. But soon, the sensation becomes much too intoxicating, and he can feel himself losing restraint.
He grinded himself into you deeply, not taking any account for whether you could breathe or not. With a tear streaked face, you couldn't stop yourself from slobbering everywhere with the force of his cock stretching your throat.
Each of his thrusts felt suffocating as his size was blocking your airways. He'd use your throat or grab at your hair to force every inch inside. He took no shame in face fucking you into oblivion.
It had felt like hours before Brahms came close to finishing. He roughly held your face to his hips as he bucked violently into you, finally cuming down into your throat and mouth. You gagged and choked as he finally removed himself from your mouth.
He stood as you lay messily on the dampened couch. You hadn't bothered to move nor open your eyes as you desperately heaved, catching your breath.
Brahms watched as you lay there, his cock still seemingly hard.
Once you had somewhat recovered, you glanced up at the man that had violated your mouth. He brought his hand to your face, wiping away the semen from your mouth.
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Some fucking kiss, huh?
Sorry for cutting it short. This was a mere practice to get back into things. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it. ;)
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