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paranormal california
- requested by @desert-moonchild
Ultimate Warning! Closing Account
Hello everyone! Yes, the title of this text is a bit scary but worry not, I’ll explain why this account will be closed below.
FIRST! I am doing well! No need to worry about my mental or physical health, for this is not a thing made out of a meltdown or crisis. Thank you for worrying tho :D
I am closing this account for a couple of reasons: After years of rping and struggling with what would be the best way to organize my rps and trying to find a way to better represent my characters I decided to make a new account dedicated to ONE CHARACTER only. After a year of self-analyzing and meditation in real life I came up with a very non-surprising resolution about myself, I AM ALWAYS ALL OVER THE PLACE.
I can’t stick with one character for a long period of time, and on the long run that can be extremely frustrating. By the end of the day I can’t focus on the basic concept of that character, I leave an OC lingering for too long or get tired of them, I tend to make BILLIONS of drafts that go nowhere.
So, in order to organize my rps (hopefully successfully this time) and train my self-discipline I will be sticking with a very favorite canon character, Jinx from DC. There will be some AU and lots of headcanon backgrounds so I can explore the character. I’ve been testing her around on discord a lot and some private rps and things went very well for me, I also aim on making some fanfics for her and exercising the character through rp will help me a lot.
I am very grateful for all my followers and friends here on tumblr. For now I’ll just work on the other account and add everyone to that account :) Please note that this account will exist for a few days. But I’ll give everyone a heads-up on what my new account name will be, giving the link and etc
I’ll leave my discord here if anyone wishes to contact me!! Feel free to stop by!
MY DISCORD : TheNecromancer#3407
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Reblog if it's okay for anybody to message you if they're feeling lonely during self isolation. Let's get through this together!
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oh it totally does, but you can’t hear it because space is a vacuum and sound can’t travel through a vacuum!
and that’s a good thing,
because the roar of the sun would clock in at around 120db heard from earth, about the equivalent to having a train’s horn go off three feet from your face.
constantly. all the time, even at NIGHT. there would be no escape.
this is simply terrifying. how do you erase knowledge please ?
NASA actually recorded the sun, if you want to hear it:
And they recorded the planets too:
so, the sun and the earth sound about how i would’ve expected, and a lot of other planets just make strong wind sounds which is perfectly reasonable but venus sounds like pure dread?!?! WHY IS SATURN SCREAMING?!? pluto isn’t bad and is actually kinda nice but it’s very strange to me too like Why Does It Do That. jupiter is super chill 10/10. pluto and jupiter need to collab i would buy that album
oh, fuck, guys, you know what this means? it means the ancient world was right about the music of the spheres.
theprisonindustrialcomplex
Sun
Mercury
Venus
Earth
Mars
Jupiter
Saturn
Uranus
Neptune
Pluto
i can hear these photos and i don’t like it
Good to know we’re surrounded by slumbering Old Gods.
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it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise. (mistermercer)
“Mr.Mercer…” She reolied with a soft, slightly concerning tone.
Justine flashed her motherly judging eyes to the man, it was quite ironic to assume that posture considering Ian was way older than her. She quickly reached for his bleeding hand, yanking her handkerchief out of her sleeve and pressing it gently, but firmly against his cut. Although small, the blood poured out of the wound quickly, she could feel the red liquid meeting two of her digits…but the didn’t seem to mind the slightest about it, Justine was focused on stopping the bleeding.
Mercer grunts softly as he felt her fingers on the stab wound on his shoulder… he took a long heavy breath before looking away from her..
“It’s fine…”
To be honest, it hurt, of course it hurt, that dagger was a strange shape… wide. The wound would probably heel weirdly, but he didn’t want to care… he wanted to find those pirates… that Barbossa scum with Will Turner…. Elizabeth Swann… by god he will have them… they were on his last nerve.. he tried to ignore the beauty of Justine as he bathed in rage…
When Justine analyzed his expression she could easily detect pain, anger, vengeance, indignation…Half of these mixed feelings were justified, but she wondered what made him look away. When Beckett ordered her to accompany Mercer to Singapore she thought it was for administration purposes, not hiding corpses and bargaining with local authorities so Mercer and his crew could “do their duties”. The redhead pulled a chair close by but never letting go of the pressure on the wound. “Sit. I’m going to…improvise.”
In truth, her heart was pounding by the sight of blood. Not by the gore itself, but due to the fact that Mercer was bleeding, the thought alone of the man getting hurt brought a profound discomfort. But she tried to keep a disciplined breathing and steady hands to help him.
Mercer grumbles lowly, sitting next to Justine as he groans from the feeling of the wound throb in pain, blood gushing out of it as he sighs softly, pinching the very Bridge of his nose before looking up at Justine… watching her emotions through her features…
Panic,…. discomfort,…. disgust,… upset…
“You are rather strangely worried about this…” he whispers gently as he reaches over and pats her hand, the one on his very wound… before slowly removing the hand… slipping off his coat… then his waistcoat… until he opened his bloody shirt…
He leaned back and sighed, his body stiff… as he expected some harsh pain to shoot through his body…
Whence the man sat down Justine quickly searched for any tools to help her clean and the wound. The closest thing she could find was a bottle of rum and one big piece of cloth. She quickly ripped the big piece into two parts, taking her handkerchief in hands and soaking it in rum.
“Yes, Mr.Mercer…” She replied, taking a deep breath. Why did he ask such questions? “You’re wounded and bleeding, and I am trying to help you. How can you doubt me still?”
She returned to his side, watching his wound and open torso, for a second her mind was able to capture how time has been kind to his complexion, a fit body like that was a gift indeed, considering his age. She looked at him right in the eye - “Hold on, this might sting a bit.” She pressed the handkerchief on the wound to clean and sterilize it.
Mercer jolts up and snarled out loudly, gasping softly as he felt the whiskey sear his flesh….
“Sweet Mary Mother of Christ….”
He whispered through his clenched teeth, his eyes fluttering close until the burning… turned into a soft tingling sensation. His dark orbs once again opened to look at her..
“It’s probably why I lived to this age, dear… if you don’t trust anyone… no one can betray you.” He sighed gently before looking away from her green eyes… slowly taking off his gloves, the scars on his hands more and more visible before reaching over and grabbing a little journal and opening it. There he quietly sketched… trying to stay quiet.
“Then your list of allies must be short as well.”
Justine placed the clothing on the wound, applying enough pressure on it so the bleeding would at least decrease a little. She then wrapped the bigger part of the cloth around the man’s torso, giving a tight not to hold the ends together. The woman tried to give his journal a little peek, discreetly as she finished his patching.
“I don’t judge your lifestyle nor your methods, Mr.Mercer. I believe it resembles mine is some aspects, in the eyes of most you seem like a fortress, stoic, unweaving. I wonder if there is something, besides murder and violence, that awake your passions.”
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NSFW ASKS
1: When did you lose your virginity?
2: Rough sex or soft sex?
3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?
4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?
5: Favourite sex position?
6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive?
7: Have you ever had any one night stands?
8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?
9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?
10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?
11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?
12: How often do you have sex?
13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?
14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?
15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?
16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?
17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?
18: Are you into dressing up for sex?
19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?
20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?
21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?
22: Do you/would you use sex toys?
23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?
24: Would you have sex with your best friend?
25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)
26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?
27: Early morning sex or late night sex?
28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?
29: Favourite body part on the same sex?
30: Do you watch porn?
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new person: i’m late to this fandom/ship.. there’s not much point writing fic/making art for it is there?
The Fans:
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sorry for the long post jhbfd
i wanted to do a little headcanon thing about screech’s wings feat. voyd. they could be good friends, even though mr owlman here only got like 2 lines in the movie
the artstyle is inconsistent and i colorpicked from a couple trailer screencaps but hey whaddya gonna do its a doodle comic
if you like this, consider commissioning me!
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arrogant characters
arrogant characters refusing to admit they care about people
arrogant characters not realizing they care about people
arrogant characters realizing they care about someone after something terrible happens to them
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it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise. (mistermercer)
“Mr.Mercer…” She reolied with a soft, slightly concerning tone.
Justine flashed her motherly judging eyes to the man, it was quite ironic to assume that posture considering Ian was way older than her. She quickly reached for his bleeding hand, yanking her handkerchief out of her sleeve and pressing it gently, but firmly against his cut. Although small, the blood poured out of the wound quickly, she could feel the red liquid meeting two of her digits…but the didn’t seem to mind the slightest about it, Justine was focused on stopping the bleeding.
Mercer grunts softly as he felt her fingers on the stab wound on his shoulder… he took a long heavy breath before looking away from her..
“It’s fine…”
To be honest, it hurt, of course it hurt, that dagger was a strange shape… wide. The wound would probably heel weirdly, but he didn’t want to care… he wanted to find those pirates… that Barbossa scum with Will Turner…. Elizabeth Swann… by god he will have them… they were on his last nerve.. he tried to ignore the beauty of Justine as he bathed in rage…
When Justine analyzed his expression she could easily detect pain, anger, vengeance, indignation…Half of these mixed feelings were justified, but she wondered what made him look away. When Beckett ordered her to accompany Mercer to Singapore she thought it was for administration purposes, not hiding corpses and bargaining with local authorities so Mercer and his crew could “do their duties”. The redhead pulled a chair close by but never letting go of the pressure on the wound. “Sit. I’m going to…improvise.”
In truth, her heart was pounding by the sight of blood. Not by the gore itself, but due to the fact that Mercer was bleeding, the thought alone of the man getting hurt brought a profound discomfort. But she tried to keep a disciplined breathing and steady hands to help him.
Mercer grumbles lowly, sitting next to Justine as he groans from the feeling of the wound throb in pain, blood gushing out of it as he sighs softly, pinching the very Bridge of his nose before looking up at Justine… watching her emotions through her features…
Panic,…. discomfort,…. disgust,… upset…
“You are rather strangely worried about this…” he whispers gently as he reaches over and pats her hand, the one on his very wound… before slowly removing the hand… slipping off his coat… then his waistcoat… until he opened his bloody shirt…
He leaned back and sighed, his body stiff… as he expected some harsh pain to shoot through his body…
Whence the man sat down Justine quickly searched for any tools to help her clean and the wound. The closest thing she could find was a bottle of rum and one big piece of cloth. She quickly ripped the big piece into two parts, taking her handkerchief in hands and soaking it in rum.
“Yes, Mr.Mercer...” She replied, taking a deep breath. Why did he ask such questions? “You’re wounded and bleeding, and I am trying to help you. How can you doubt me still?”
She returned to his side, watching his wound and open torso, for a second her mind was able to capture how time has been kind to his complexion, a fit body like that was a gift indeed, considering his age. She looked at him right in the eye - “Hold on, this might sting a bit.” She pressed the handkerchief on the wound to clean and sterilize it.
“But madam...you’ve won.”
“Have I? If so victory never tasted so bitter.”
Caught in the Middle
Los Angeles, the city of flowers and sunshine, capital of “entertainment”, these are surely nicknames worth of movies, Oscar-winning ones more precisely. Despise the flamboyant sleepless aura that L.A inspires, at its’s core, the city has a busy underworld and if you’re lucky enough one can make twice the money and fame than my more licit ways, but only the smartest chose to never get involved in the first place.
1753 E Olympic Blvd, 2:14 AM
The name of the “club” was Alexandria, the perfect mix of social classes interacting for the sake of quality entertainment, heavily guarded and located on the underground of a stripper club, the only access to it is a steel soundproof trapdoor and the password. The ventilation system was the best in the market, commissioned and meticulously designed, yet to the ones with a more refined sense of smell, Alexandria’s scent was a blend of alcohol, cheap cologne, blood and sweat masked by refrigeration from the huge air conditioners and cleaning chemicals making it...bearable to stay for 2 hours or so. Andrea arrived 1 hour earlier, as requested by "boss", Ramon Cortes (owner and administrator of Alexandria), she wore a tight white dress, gladiator high heels, simple makeup, and a hand purse. The doormen didn't even bother to request the password, simply nodding and opening the trapdoor for her, one them even offered her his hand so she'd walk down the stairs safely, Andrea replied with a charming smirk. -"Evenin' boys." The doormen smirked and complied with a nod. As she walked the stairs, Andrea could see how crowded it was today, as it usually was on Fridays. Alexandria was 200 meters long, and 70 meters wide with two levels, a regular club would have a lesser space but, regardless of looking like a regular VIP club, Alexandria was far from ordinary. With a stage, the lower floor for the dancers and upper open level for the more “privileged” clients, several private big rooms for various purposes. The lights were dim with red and blue nuances and flashes here and there, it was enough to hide the client’s faces (if you’re not too close to them), but visible enough for the staff to see the source of any ruckus or anyone trying something “funny”.
The blonde entered the left red door corridor, the main access to the owner's office and consequently the safest space in the whole club. Hugo, “captain” of Alexandria’s security, Ramon’s driver and private bodyguard, was at the door watching the movement.
“Hey, Hugo. How're the kids.” Andrea asks as Hugo opens the door.
“All fine, ma’am. Thanks for the tickets for the game by the way.”
Andrea gave the 6′2″ man a smile as she walks inside the office - “Nah, you guys deserve it.”
Once the door closed, Andrea was faced by one of her favorite visages. Ramon with lots of dollar bills, a glass of whiskey and packs of various drugs on top of his desk. “Andy wendy! Love of my life!” The man in red suit replied as he opened his arms, walking his way to Andrea and hugging her, soon after grabbing her face and giving the lady two “besitos” on her cheeks and one on her lips.
By the stench of whiskey, cigarettes and old pizza in his breath, Andrea was starting to connect the dots, giving a suspicious close smile. “You asked me to come early. What’s up?” She replied, sitting on a fancy chair on the other side of the table.
“Well...you have a big one today, I don’t need to remind you of that, right? The other girl is kinda feisty, not the regular skinny ones...and from Boston.” Ramon, on the other hand, sits on the side of his table, hands resting upon its surface.
Andrea nodded with her head, crossing her arms. “Uhum.” There was something off about Ramon and she gave him the “motherly” stare for him to spit it out.
“Aaaaand...” He replied, now clenching his hands together, the man’s facial expression started to change from jolly to secretly desperate. “I might need your extra services on something.”
“What did you do?” Andrea started, Ramon immediately replied with- “Hey, in my defense I was doing my duty, okay? Providing security for the masses. And by masses I mean my share of the town...things just got a bit out of hand.” Andrea looked at her “boss” up and down, bending her head slightly to the right. “You need a bodyguard? Isn’t Hugo doing that already? He’d be offended if he finds out you’re replacing him.”
“I talked to him. The man has a wife and children, I need someone 24/7. Actually, he’s glad it’s going to be you.”
“I didn’t even accept it!”
Ramon replies with puppy eyes - “He said you would.” Andrea pondered for a few seconds, then let out a sigh. - “Yes, sure. What gang and what’s in for me?”
“I’ll raise your salary to 18.000, I’ll give you all the weapons you need and a new bike, anyone you want. Oh, and don’t worry about it, its just one guy.”
“Bullshit.” Andrea replied with a higher tone, rising up from her seat. “Four times my salary, full armory for one guy? No gang? Who’s after you? Rambo?”
“Hey mami, take it easy! You’re not alone in this. Got my best team to take care of the rest, you’re not getting killed or anything. I just need a top-trained, highly trusted bodyguard to stay with me all times and thought of you! I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun together.” Ramon replied, side-hugging the woman with a big smile. “So? What do you say?” Andrea never saw Ramon this nervous, he was trying so hard to hide it , maybe it to make her feel more secure and accept the deal, maybe to make him look strong and confident in the eyes of others during a life-threatening situation. In the end, she couldn’t deny his offer, needless to say Ramon was far more relaxed, relieved even, he kissed her goodbye and let the woman do one last “show;” before taking the role of his private bodyguard. Again.
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The only person who refers to Andrea’s caged catfights is Ramon, maybe he likes to distort the idea of violence by just an act of entertainment. But the truth is, people love violence, they didn’t pay 80 bucks to see to hot girls pretending to be fighting just to turn them on, no one in Alexandria is satisfied until they see either one of the chicks down and bloody. And that’s why Andrea was their favorite.
Andrea Muller had all the proper skills to knock the new girl’s teeth in 10 minutes, but she knew that wouldn’t please her fans, so she makes it last, building up till the other girl is exhausted to finally pin her down and finish her with a sequence of punches. By the end, Andrea’s knuckles were red and bruised, her nose was broken, no one knew which blood was whose her adversary was completely knocked out, but the crowd was cheering, so it was indeed a good day.
As usual, Andrea walked to the changing room accompanied by George, a very sweet unlicensed doctor, who skillfully replaced her nose and made sure she didn’t break anything else. Andrea always apologized for every time she cursed him when he cleaned and sewed her wounds or when he relocated her members. After, being properly treated Andrea took off her clothes with difficulty, although it was just a sports bra and a lycra shorts. Bringing her painkillers with her to the shower and turning it on, at first the water was cold, then she gradually made it warmer. Andrea cupped one of her hands, placed the pills on her mouth and swallowed it with the water.
“Hmmm.” She closed her eyes, feeling her muscles and joints screaming for relief. When she opened her eyes she could see the blood and water going down the drain.
( @vizlla)
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[Miscellaneous Angst Starters] (Justine) You passed out.
Mercer groans softly… looking away from her vibrant red hair, his eyes shutting once more as he groaned… rubbing his forehead over and over again… “Figures.” He grunts softly before leaning back and opening his eyes… “Why should you care?”
“Shouldn’t the sudden fall of a coworker concern me?” Justine hands still gripped Mercer’s arm and shoulder, she tried to catch him before his head would be the floor, but to no avail. The least she’d done was turning him over to watch any sign of bleeding or a broken nose, thankfully there was none but…she still worried about his health. Still kneeling on the ground, she watched his figure still struggling to come back completely.
“Do feel any headaches? Blurred vision?”
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it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise. (mistermercer)
“Mr.Mercer…” She reolied with a soft, slightly concerning tone.
Justine flashed her motherly judging eyes to the man, it was quite ironic to assume that posture considering Ian was way older than her. She quickly reached for his bleeding hand, yanking her handkerchief out of her sleeve and pressing it gently, but firmly against his cut. Although small, the blood poured out of the wound quickly, she could feel the red liquid meeting two of her digits…but the didn’t seem to mind the slightest about it, Justine was focused on stopping the bleeding.
Mercer grunts softly as he felt her fingers on the stab wound on his shoulder… he took a long heavy breath before looking away from her..
“It’s fine…”
To be honest, it hurt, of course it hurt, that dagger was a strange shape… wide. The wound would probably heel weirdly, but he didn’t want to care… he wanted to find those pirates… that Barbossa scum with Will Turner…. Elizabeth Swann… by god he will have them… they were on his last nerve.. he tried to ignore the beauty of Justine as he bathed in rage…
When Justine analyzed his expression she could easily detect pain, anger, vengeance, indignation...Half of these mixed feelings were justified, but she wondered what made him look away. When Beckett ordered her to accompany Mercer to Singapore she thought it was for administration purposes, not hiding corpses and bargaining with local authorities so Mercer and his crew could “do their duties”. The redhead pulled a chair close by but never letting go of the pressure on the wound. “Sit. I’m going to...improvise.”
In truth, her heart was pounding by the sight of blood. Not by the gore itself, but due to the fact that Mercer was bleeding, the thought alone of the man getting hurt brought a profound discomfort. But she tried to keep a disciplined breathing and steady hands to help him.
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Liz: So how have you been?
Daimio: Good, except for I have this headache that comes and goes
Hellboy: *enters the room*
Daimio: Oh look, there it is again
truscumftm
Hot takes that will probably get me called a bigot on this hellhole
deletusdiabetus
👏🏿ALL👏GENDERS👏🏻AND👏🏼RACES👏🏽DESERVE👏🏾RESPECT👏🏿
common-sense-crusader
It’s finally come back!