Renegade Rogues & Residing Resurgents

Seldomly Censored by Sweeney

[bluebellinbakerstreet]

@giftober 2025 +  @mcuchallenge | Day 29: "Shiny/Glowing"

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022)

[replicawriter]

Promptober - Leather

Sherlock was used to deducing things for himself. He learned early how to see things others just missed, too distracted or stupid to see what was right in front of them. He was so used to being the only one to see - besides Mycroft of course - that it took him completely off guard when he was the one seen.

That’s how he found himself standing in the kitchen, staring for far too long at the content of the box on the counter. It was a small box, simple and unadorned but for Sherlock written in the unmistakable handwriting of his flatmate. Inside laid a new pair of leather gloves, well made and fur lined. His old pair had gotten torn on their last case together, caught on a piece of rusted metal in an alley that he had gotten too close to while chasing a suspect. He hadn’t said anything, but it seems he’d trained John better than he realized. 

Long fingers reached out to touch the darkened leather, feeling the softness of the fabric broken only by quality stitching. Sherlock smiled, finally pulling the gloves from the box and slipping them on, hearing the new leather creak as he balled his hand into a fist to test the fit and finding it perfect. He was out the door in a flurry of movement, Belstaff swinging over his shoulders as he rushed down the stairs towards the clinic. By the time he arrived John would be ending his shift, and a nice dinner at Angelo’s sounded perfect for the occasion.  

[replicawriter]

Promptober - Teeth, feat. @hiraethpariah

Throughout his life, Stephen has seen his fair share of teeth. They were often barred at him - a patient in pain, an enemy enraged, human, alien, creature… His own, at times, for many the same reasons. If the eyes were the window to the soul, the teeth were the doorway to the mind, betraying emotions that could not be held within those bars of bone. 

Zee’s teeth had yet to be barred to him out of anything but joy and affection. He had not yet seen those fangs revealed in a snarl, nor heard the rumbling of a warning growl slide its way between them. No, and if he had his choice, he never would. The sorcerer would stain his own teeth red with blood, have gore drip thick and clumpy from his own lips as evidence of his desperation, than to allow pristine fangs to bear even a drop. 

It’s a foolish hope, he knows. He’s lived long enough to realize that there will be a time he won’t be able to keep Zee away from the dangers that lurk and threaten them, their city, their planet itself… he doesn’t need Agamotto to tell him that Zee would fight alongside him when the moment came, even if for no other reason than that this world means so much to Stephen. 

But for now.. for now they remain pearly white, colored only by teas and jams, showing only in the smiles and laughs shared in the calmness between them.

[kuzcosources]

Call my muse by their full name! See how they react!

[replicawriter]

Rewriting Unny's backstory in my brain but not telling anyone like a dunce, rip good RPers but I'm different

[gentlebeardy]

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH + even more ao3 tags 

[nothingmoreforevermore]

Someone's been missed~ {replicawriter}

@replicawriter

As much as he's missed his darling reaper~?

[replicawriter]

Undoubtedly, and with the strength of an eternity. There are no words to say, but the slide of cloth against the ground and echoing footsteps as the reaper steps forward from his lurking place seem to speak volumes more accurately than anything he could have voiced. Slender arms open wide to engulf the man in an embrace, his long cloak swirling around them, offering a semi-private bubble as they reacquaint themselves to the way they seem to fit together like an old coat; familiar and foreign all at once.

[armandeos]

Perpetually fizzing with rage, actor Con O’Neill injects an extra frisson of horniness into his scenes with Lucius. Izzy is both repulsed and fascinated by Lucius’ sex life. He leans into Lucius’ personal space, relishing his own malice… “We don’t own each other” is an alien sentiment, not least because Izzy himself wants to be owned.

↪ Gavia Baker-Whitelaw for The Daily Dot

[retrowave-dirtgrub]

Gonna just not share my thoughts on these…

[onlylostphysics]

SEASON TWO IS OFFICIAL

[akumanoken]

replicawriter​:

“Of course dear, of course~ I may have gotten into a bit of trouble and needed to lay low for a while, but it’s no matter now.” He sat, pulling Souji down beside him. An urn of biscuits appeared like magic from the folds of his coat and was set between them to share. “You’ll simply have to catch me up! Tell me, my dear, what have I missed~?”

“Well, my contracts have been ramping up, I’m starting a campaign for a haircare company soon so if I’m lucky I’ll actually be on billboards for it,” he grinned.

“Also… I found someone… and I… Um…” He flushed lightly.  “We’ve… been married for a year now.  I think you’d like him he’s really smart and mature and he’s… I mean…”  He’s bright red now. “I love him… a lot….”

[replicawriter]

The reaper listened attentively, eyes bright with interest. “Well, it sounds like things are going wonderfully, dear! And you know, of course, where to come should he ever treat you poorly. Your papa knows how to hide a body, and your father knows how to make them~” There’s mischief in his voice, but his eyes betray the promise to his words. Should Souji ever need him to act on it, he’ll be more than happy to. 

[akumanoken]

replicawriter​:

The reaper catches him with no effort, spinning them both around with a customary grin on his lips, delighted as he always is to see his family so happy. 

“Hello, dear~ Do I need a reason to come and visit? Can’t your old Papa have simply missed you~?”

“No you don’t need a reason,” he smiled.  “It’s just been a long time!! You know I’ll always want you to come around, Papa!! You missed a lot!! It’s hard to find you, ya know??”

[replicawriter]

“Of course dear, of course~ I may have gotten into a bit of trouble and needed to lay low for a while, but it’s no matter now.” He sat, pulling Souji down beside him. An urn of biscuits appeared like magic from the folds of his coat and was set between them to share. “You’ll simply have to catch me up! Tell me, my dear, what have I missed~?”

[akumanoken]

“And so the spring buds burst, and so I gaze, And so the blossoms fall, and so my days …”

[akumanoken]

@replicawriter​

“Papa Unny!!!”  There is a rushing boy running to greet the Undertaker, practically jumping into his arms.  “Hi hi!!! What are you doing here hmmm?? Will you be here long??”

[replicawriter]

The reaper catches him with no effort, spinning them both around with a customary grin on his lips, delighted as he always is to see his family so happy. 

“Hello, dear~ Do I need a reason to come and visit? Can’t your old Papa have simply missed you~?”

[neoninmyeyes]

[replicawriter]

good evening funko pops i’m here to be annoying

[replicawriter]

Never let it be said that Crowley didn’t try to do his job, or at least insomuch as he had to to keep the higher ups (or lower downs, depending on your viewpoint) happy with his performance. 

“If they really didn’t want us to take them, they wouldn’t leave them unattended outside of the store,” he said, snagging a book from a sidewalk display - a gift for his angel later. Aziraphale never asked how Crowley got the books he gave him, they had an understanding that way. “Really, ehhh they’re asking for it.”

[elizabeth-reid-rp-blog-deactiva]

“Really I think you need to learn about a place called a library….” Jasmine retorted to the demon, pulling him along the sidewalk she grumbled, “We haven’t got time for this anyway Crowley, places to go people to kill and all that…”

[replicawriter]

“Nah, Aziraphale’d discorporate me if I stole from a library,” he said with a shrug. “Why-Why’d you need a demon for this killing anyway? Humans seem to do that just fine on their own, in my experience. Or just give it a few decades and they’ll, well, die on their own. No demonic intervention needed.” 

[elizabeth-reid-rp-blog-deactiva]

Jasmine fought the urge to roll her eyes as the walked through the busy streets. “You know damn well I can’t be associated with anymore …‘killings’. But he needs to be taken down and soon, come on…you love this kind of thing…do an friend a favour?” She pleaded with the demon, pouting her lips a little at him.

[replicawriter]

“Eugh, love. Demons don’t love and you know it,” he griped, following her lead regardless. “Killings are so- so messy, hardly worth the effort when I could just as easily convince his wife to do it for me. But...” he sighed, feeling himself be swayed by her pout. “I suppose I could make an exception, just this once.” It wasn’t like it could hurt his standing with hell... He squinted suddenly, suspicious. “Hold up, this wouldn’t happen to be for goodness sake, would it?”