#samdeanchester

[jigensass]

Welcome to Nightvale the-perfect-scientist

It was such an odd symbol. Something Stephen had been trying to find it in his books but it was... nowhere. For once an enigma had come upon him. The letter he had received from "Nightvale, USA" with no person addressing the letter. All it said was.

"We need you and your strange ways." It confused him to no end on where this place was or if it even existed at all and this was just a prank. Asking this question suddenly unfolded the coordinates via longitude and latitude with a lush descrpition of it being in the middle of the dessert off Highway 80. Well. This was going to be...challenging.

Much to his dismay after renting a car and ending up in the middle of nowhere with lights in the sky and the red light of a solitary radio tower in the middle of town. The sorcerer tapped the letter curiously to find somebody to find out what was going on. With no cell service around, he decided to turn on the radio. It was a soothing voice of a male coming from the box and was talking about...him? Someone important must have summoned him.

[thebamfblueelf]

the-perfect-scientist

“Ah, guten tag herr lab coat...”

[selfmedicatingmayor]

@the-perfect-scientist

The day had started out alright. Seeking to get out of Goodneighbor for a few hours and get a breath of fresh air, Hancock headed out into what remained of the old city, no set destination in mind, just a pocketful of chems and ammo and that shotgun tucked under his arm. He took out a few rabid dogs, wandered past a group of feral ghouls eating.... he didn’t want to know what, and eventually ended up down by the Andrew Station T stop when he ran into a group of raiders.

The fight was over pretty quickly, Psycho tended to help with that, but the ghoul hadn’t made it out without earning himself a few new battle scars, the gashes slashed across his chest and stomach not the least of those. It was somewhere between Andrew Station and Goodneighbor that he finally collapsed in an alleyway, once the Psycho had worn off and he started feeling the effects of his injuries. This was as good a place as any to take a nap, right?

[purpledonutmom]

Amethyst landed on the ground in a distant desert waste land with a loud and heavy thud resounding loudly through the mostly empty area. She groaned deeply pushing herself up onto her hands and knees coughing and spiting sand out of her mouth before looking around at the sand dunes around her

“Ugh... where am I?”

[corruptedcarlos]

♒ would you fuck another version of yourself?

I assure you, I’ve been trying!

[corruptedcarlos]

evillos/the-perfect-scientist? I need more of this hilarity

(( AHAHAHA PERFECTION

Name: Aarón Leondios-Ramon

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Generally well kept, very tall and getting a little chubby.

Personality: Reserved. Quiet. Feels more at ease around Carlos, though he tries to live up to Evilos’ expectations regarding science.

Special Talents: Highly intelligent; is amazingly good at baking.

Who they like better: Carlos, as Aarón appreciates being able to ‘be himself’. Evilos merely treats him as a student studying underneath him.

Who they take after more: Physical appearance mostly derives from Evilos (curly hair, golden eyes, height), though he retains Carlos’ more gentle nature.

Personal Head canon: Given that Carlos has a restraining order on Evilos during the latter part of their lives, Aarón is forced back and forth between them via court settlement. Such arrangements allowed him to blossom into an introvert, one who would rather take the backseat and conjure new baking recipes than assisting one of his fathers in tearing open the next experiment. He does, on the other hand, respect Evilos’ research. He does have a point after all - who would miss this absolute nobody they snatched from the roadside at midnight? Not that he’d tell his other father-

Face Claim: [i don’t watch shows or movies enough to be familiar with a face, none the less a name lmao] ))

[corruptedcarlos]

Not having expected such an abrupt, bold maneuver, Carlos was briefly taken aback; after all, it wasn't just anyone kissing him. Those wicked thoughts and terrible pleasures ran through his mind, before he abruptly grabbed a fistful of his doubles' hair, briefly deepening the kiss only to sharply bite the other's tongue, aiming to make him bleed.

[corruptedcarlos]

ಠ_ಠ ((this outta be good... XD))

It wouldn’t be a simple game of attraction or acting upon urges/desires.

It would be a game of dominance.

It would be the satisfaction of hearing those screams of pain, to have your complete and utter submission. It would be crushing your spirit and any last hope of optimism you had. It would be rendering you to a dirty, filthy mess and tossing you aside like mere garbage, left only with the disgusting shell of a person you once were.

-yes. Just thinking about it excites me!