hc fyodor killing ppl by touch isnt his ability its actually just bc hes so old hes infected w every possible disease but just isnt symptomatic. so when u touch him u immediately contract every plague of the last thousand years and simply perish

👅 | 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝔸𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕤

i wrote this as a joke because I wanted to strangle a guy watching tiktoks without headphones on the bus, but im genuinely disturbed that we've gotten to a point where convenience comes first. and it depresses me even more that its used to justify and monetize greed

Broooooo I've got an idea for a Vox x reader that's like really unhinged:

Reader is this parasitic master manipulator who worms their way into people's lives and they get picked up by Vox when they fall into hell to essentially work for him as a spy on adversaries like other overlords where they adopt new identities and just fuck shit up, and he just watches them doing this for entertainment.

And they are both in love with one another, but the twist is that they are actually really healthy for each other and literally only each other

No reader whos actually nice and a good person getting him to be good. They are just both genuinely awful and in love with each other

This would also really work for a Velvette x reader too negl

still trying to figure out how digital art works here's some stuff though

mostly randys, because i love him

garbage selfies of a goblin

"So I know we said we'd work on stranger danger stuff, buuuuut I found a copy of Sims of the Dead... Wouldn't watching a zombie movie be considered research?"

wayv favorites (inspired by this svt game)

tagging: @taedongz @xiaodejunz @onmywayv @sunmisbf @xiaojuun @shanbini @duovxq @wwillherondale @neonsbian @creaminmysoda @muteddaydreams @theboytatu @p1aylist @megaversed no pressure ofc <3 also feel free to do this as a list instead of the grid if that's easier. sry if I forgot any wayvtuals!! pls do this if you see this & want to play!!

template under the cut 👇🏻

Bad idea, right? By Olivia rodrigo is such a nieyao song

IT IS IT IS. I had to text @maester-of-spreadsheets when I got this message and be like "this u?" because the day that GUTS dropped, she sent me that song for that EXACT REASON, so you are both extremely big-brained. That increasingly unhinged "seeing you tonight--bad idea, right?" repetition punctuated with a resigned sigh and "fuck it, it's fine"? Peak post-breakup mid-situationship Nieyao.

Other Olivia Rodrigo songs associated with Nieyao separately or together include, but are not limited to:

"good 4 u" for da-ge coping extremely poorly with the breakup that he initiated ("maybe I'm too emotional, or mAYBE YOU NEVER CARED AT ALL!!!!!!")

"making the bed" for JGY's self-perpetuated hellscape of an existence ("I'm so tired of being the girl that I am/ every good thing has turned into something I dread")

"the grudge" for BOTH of them ("and I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did,/ but I hold on to every detail like my life depends on it")

impeccable understanding of the dynamic, truly.

how are we feeling about the new netflix adaptation of avatar??!!!!!!!!!!!! the zuko casting eats and swolzai is so cool to see actually translated well (although we will see how they treat the characters in this)

HEYYYYYYOOOOO!

The only thing I’m really looking forward to from the live action is being able to gossip about it with my mutuals. I don’t really have any other opinion, I mean… it looks cool! (Sokkas hair & zukos scar bother me but ehhhh what can I do?) But I’m an animation junky, I love my anime and my cartoons (bobs burgers beloved) so I don't particularly care for the “real people actors” taking over my cartoons but I’m totally chill about it honestly.

I will ABSOLUTELY be watching it and probably will form a more solid opinion after I actually watch the show.

Girl help I'm getting fascinated by urban spaces again

wow they made lava canon!

Prompt #3, Extra Credit: Morass

“Walker.” He ignored the warning. The name. His name. They wouldn’t know it soon, anyways.

The daemon was running through their database. It’d deliver its first payload before he even made it back to his office. He’d be nothing but forgotten garbage in their lists before he could pick up his bag. Their security would be down by the time he hit the button in the elevator. Not the first floor. The roof. He waved his greetings to some coworkers who hadn’t checked their terminals yet. He held the door for another. He slipped by the last to hustle into the elevator before it closed. He’d made good time. He might even be early. He always liked to beat the projected schedule. Rain greeted him with a light wind as he stepped out and stared into the skyline- What little of it was visible in the cramped cityscape. But the neon and LED signs burned holes into his retinas in a way far more satisfying than starlight ever could. He breathed it all in. Like a cure. He was over the railing and staring down at the streets below by the time the daemon hit its stride. Database junked, outward connections terminated, hundreds of linked systems all going red. A screaming halt of commerce from a business that never thought they’d be a victim. Never thought they’d see the day. Well when your company-sponsored optics and biomons were all getting fried inside of you- You didn’t see much of anything coming. He watched the progress with an interest more fit for a stock ticker. Just a little bit longer and he’d have to disconnect from their internal network- The last thing the daemon would take down. The last thing on the list; fry everyone connected that it could. He wished he could claim it as a personal touch. The door slammed open behind him. Guns cocked. Security getting its act together? He turned to look. To watch, really. They fell as their implants burned through their flesh.

“Walker.” Came a voice this time. A call. Terse. A handler. “Time to go.” He sighed. He terminated his connection as he watched the datacenter go up in flames. He stepped into the neon-burnt air.   The rush of wind and rain as he fell with it now brought everything from circuit to bone back to life in him. Trapped for months in an office with shitheads and shitheels everywhere he looked. On orders to play nice, on orders to become integral. He did it. He always could. They’d lean on him and he’d be the cornerstone for their day to day. He’d be the cog in the machine that was barely running. He’d slave away to keep everything shiny and golden. He’d play the game. It was only made up for by the sight of the flames. And the fall he always wanted. Blades kicked out from his hands, from his feet; gripped tight and swung as he reoriented. The first dug into the concrete wall, the next into glass, his feet slamming in time to drive him completely into the building’s side. A stop sudden enough to kill even the most prepared of jumpers and more than enough to rip the limbs off of anyone else. But this was his drug. The daemon might’ve done its job, but the devil had one thing left on his list.

The blade crushed the reinforced glass as he twisted it. The pane destroyed with another thrust before he could force his way into the building. His hand bled as he stepped in once more.

He was already heading towards the executive suite. Dead center of the building. The board would be dead by the time he got there. He’d find the stragglers burned up from the inside before he even had his hands on their datashards. But there was still one more. The one sensible freak amongst the whole of this shitfest. Not an implant in his head. Nothing connected to local networks. A real stranger in a city full of chromed up psychos. His bloodied thumb drifted along the edge of the metal that adorned his temples. Yeah. Chromed up psychos. He kicked in the door. A bunker two floors down hidden behind a false wall. Not listed on building schematics but found through a housekeeper who’d accidentally triggered it years before. They’d been scrambled and discharged. Left to rot. He found them. Tore the info out of them. He remembered it well. And here he was to repeat the act.

That was months ago. His hand was still scarred from the window. His knees didn’t bend quite right from catching himself. His blades didn’t quite leap from his wrists like they used to. His head hurt trying to recall his life. And he was suffering from it all in the back of the cheapest pickup he’d ever seen.

He’d always craved the fall. Going from the highest highs where he knew he didn’t belong. Back down to the street, back down to the sad reflections of faded stars and neon lights. But sitting in the back of a truck out in the wastes, out in the junkyard? Walker lifted his hand as he racked his memories. He wasn’t sure he’d ever fallen this far. He wasn’t sure if he liked it. He laid back down in the truck bed. He breathed in the dusty air. Night City stared down at him- Like it was checking on him. Wondering if he’d had enough. As if to ask him if he’d had enough high-flying.

His middle finger greeted the sunrise backlit by a neon sky.

i will never understand the ''scout is the mercs' adopted kid'' thing, that is a grown man with a dick and balls who fucks women

"did you start an evil team Ray" I can't even consistently manage a blog what makes you guys think I could manage a bunch of people

I had to approach one (1) person for help recently and I nearly passed out. I think trying to manage an evil team would just kill me outright.