#“Broken” Not Stupid
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backseatsoldier · 11 hours ago
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"Broken", Not Stupid - 16: I Am Broken
Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13)
CW: Omegaverse; dehumanization; beginnings of an anxiety attack, though it's not labeled as such; some negative self-talk (13)
Author's Note: Ok... one more then we'll get into 13 starting to spill the beans. She'll be ok - Simon's there now! I think I'm going to pause on 13's story for a bit, though. I've got things brewing about other OCs so I'm gonna get started on their stories uwu <3
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When I open my eyes again... my head is still on Simon's lap. I adjust carefully so I can look up at him. His eyes are closed and his head is resting on the back of the couch.
"Simon," I call to him softly. "Hey," I say a bit louder and poke the center of his chest.
His lashes flutter and he opens his eyes. With a groan, he tilts his head to look down at me.
"What's wrong?" he asks in a voice rough with sleep.
"The way you're sleeping, mostly. C'mon. We should both go to bed."
As I sit up Simon's hand snakes around my waist, but over his blanket.
"No," he mumbles, "stay here."
What the hell is he on about? Damn, he needs more sleep.
"Simon," I call to him louder. "Wake up."
I reach out and gently poke his cheek through his mask. His eyes open wide at the contact and his breathing gets heavier. Slowly, with a shocked expression of my own, I slowly pull my hand away from his face.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to... freak you out. You ok?" I ask with a gentle voice.
"Fine," he says, shaking his head then letting out a heavy sigh. "Just not used to people touching my face."
"Right. Fair enough," I agree then get up from the couch to make my way to my room.
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The smell of pancakes cooking wakes me in the morning. As I roll to get out of bed, though, I nearly roll on to Selene. She yawns at my sudden intrusion then gets up to stretch.
"Good morning to you too." I smile at her then run my hand over her back and up her tail, causing a small chirp to leave her. "I smell pancakes... but do you think your dad is making more bacon too?"
She blinks slowly at me in response and I give her a quiet laugh then truly make my way out of bed. When I reach the kitchen I pause in the archway for a moment.
Johnny's here. Making breakfast. And Simon's nowhere to be seen.
"Lass! Good morning! Simon had to run to grab a few things to make sure all five of us would be fed properly today," he chuckles then yawns. "I knew he'd call me over early so I showed up a few hours early. Hope you don't mind?"
"Not my house," I shrug and step up to the counter I continue to sit on while Simon cooks.
"Isn't it?" Johnny asks with a smile as his focus returns to the pancakes.
Unsure what he means by that, I hop on the counter and change the subject.
"So... what are the other two like?"
"Other two? Oh, you mean Cap and Kyle? Cap's a bit of a, uh," he leans towards me, like he's sharing a secret, "workaholic. I'll have to make some strong coffee all day to make sure he stays awake," he chuckles then straightens. "Kyle is a secret trouble maker, but he's a sweet heart. Would adopt and love all the kittens in the world, if given the chance, I think."
"What do you mean 'secret trouble maker'?" I push with an eyebrow raised.
"He's not as open about his chaotic nature as I am," Johnny says with a wink.
I nod, accepting his answer and glance around the kitchen. The kitchen feels... weird... without Simon here.
"Missing him?" Johnny asks suddenly with his eyes on the pancakes but a knowing smile on his face.
"Who?"
"Your alpha. Who else?" he asks with a laugh.
"My... hm. Well, is he, though? We haven't really... discussed any of that," I admit with a slight frown.
"You knew who I meant, though." He's got this smug look on his face, like he's just outwitted someone.
"Johnny, besides you, Simon's the only person I've actually met in the area," I remind him flatly.
Johnny's smug looks falters.
"True. Didn't think about that. I wanna go back to what you said, though. Haven't discussed what?"
"Him officially being my alpha and all that. I tried to initiate the conversation last night but I mentioned-"
My mouth snaps shut, remembering Simon's reaction to how Salvation handled the heats of the omegas they care for.
"I mentioned some things about Salvation and heats, but he... didn't take it well. Sliced his finger and just seemed so angry," I explain with a frown. "After we cleaned up the cut and I banaged it, he told me that all three of you would be here today. That all of you would listen to my story."
He stays silent for a while, removing pancakes from the pan and adding new batter.
"I won't ask for specifics. I'm sure I'll hear about it at some point, but, lass." He turns to me fully. The expression on his face reminds me of a puppy. "We're here for you. All of us - me, Cap, Kyle, and epsecially Simon. And there will be more on that list when you're ready."
Part of me wants to argue, but the rest of me just can't deny the adorable face he's making. So I sigh and nod my head.
"I appreciate it. I don't understand why that needs to be said, but I do appreciate it," I tell him softly and pick at the hem of the shirt of Simon's that I wore to bed last night.
"What's wrong, 13?" Simon says from the front door.
I can't see him and I can't smell him, but that was definitely his voice. Johnny smiles at me and nods in that direction so I slide off the counter and make my way to the front door.
There's multiple grocery bags hanging off of both of Simon's arms and I have to supress a laugh at the sight of him.
"What's wrong?" he asks again, voice serious.
"Nothing. Was just talking to Johnny. Let me take a few bags," I insist as I reach for his left arm.
"It'll put me off balance. I've got it," he says as he pulls his arm away. "Thank you, though," he adds like it's an after thought.
Then he shoos me to the living room as he makes his way to the kitchen. When he's done putting away the groceries, he joins me.
"Why did you think something was wrong?" I ask immediately from underneath the blanket he let me use last night.
"I could smell your distress," he says simply as he motions for me to come closer.
Confused, I slide closer and lay on my back with my head on his lap.
"You could... smell- I wasn't distressed, though." I frown up at him as his hand begins smoothing my hair back.
"You can't smell anything. Can you?" he asks softly.
"I can smell the pancakes just fine."
"I mean others' scents. You can't smell others. At least not well."
I consider what he's asking. It took being right up to him or wearing his clothes for me to know what he smelled like. Cinnamon and cedar, I can smell it now. But I don't know what Johnny smells like. And I couldn't tell him what anyone else smells like either.
"13," he calls to me and gently turns my head so I look directly at him. "What's going through your head?"
"I'm broken," I say softly. "I always knew I was, but... you're right. I can't smell anyone. I can only smell you if I'm close, like right now, or wearing something that you give me. I don't know what Johnny smells like-"
"Take a deep breath. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Do it with me," he instructs and begins doing so.
My eyes prick with tears but I follow his lead. When my eyes no longer hurt and my chest doesn't feel like there's cement in it, he speaks again.
"You're not broken, sweetheart. You've just been through things; a lot of things, I'm sure. Those things have not been kind to you. But I'm here to help you now. I'm here," he assures me, his hand still gently gliding over my hair. "Why you don't take a nap while we wait for the others? I'll stay right here with you, if you want."
His offer is tempting, but doesn't he have things he needs to do before Kyle and 'Cap' arrive?
"I think I'd rather shower then just... exist on the couch for a while. Until they get here. Selene can keep me company when I come back out."
Simon studies me for a moment and lets out a heavy breath.
"Alright, but if I detect even a hint of your distress, I'm either kicking down whichever door or coming back out here and-"
"Are you about to threaten me, the distressed omega?" I ask with a small smile.
"Yes," he nods. "I'm threatening you with being held and comforted."
Oh. That's... a different feeling. Set that aside for later, though...
For now I just get up, leaving the balnket on the couch, and make my way back to my room to gather clothes. I catch a glimpse of Johnny in the kitchen on my way through the house. He looks... so sad, but his focus is on the pancakes.
What I went through when I was with Salvation... was it really that bad?
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Masterlist | CoD Masterlist | Part One
Tag List: @lucienofthelakes @lostintransist @demothers-empty-blog @scaredyspooks @tessakate @one-really-annoying-tree-rat @nerdyphantomtheorist @gazsluckyhat @peanutismynickname @jeanzoriley-cod
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ask13-cod · 6 days ago
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If you were to choose a name for yourself, what would you choose and why?
I also have some really good jokes if you're interested? ^-^
Ahhh... hm. Y'know? I'm not entirely sure 🤔 got any suggestions? 😌
HELLS YEAH! Hit me with the jokes 😎
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jellogram · 4 days ago
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On my first day in Germany I got to my hotel and I couldn't get the lights to turn on. And I was like "Eh, fuck it, I'll just take a shower in the dark." And then the shower wouldn't get hot. I waited and waited and it stayed ice cold.
So I go down to the front desk and I'm like "My lights won't turn on and my shower won't get hot" so they send this guy up with me. We get into the room and I flick the switch and nothing happens so I'm like "See?"
And he goes "You must put your card in the slot."
"I... what? I have to put my room card in the light switch?"
"Of course!"
Now I have been in many hotels in the US and never encountered this concept, but apparently it was something most of their guests already knew. So I'm looking like a fool at this point. I feel like an idiot. The dude is fully grinning at me. I put the card in the slot and voila, the light turns on.
Then he's like "Ok, let's see if the shower works. You know you must wait for the hot water?" and I just know he's thinking I'm an idiot who also can't use a shower. This stupid American can't wait for the hot water! She can't even use a light switch or a shower!
And I guess he was distracted by these thoughts of my stupidity, because this dude fully stepped into the shower. In his nice dress shirt and slacks. He just. Gets into the shower.
And turns it on.
Have you ever seen a playing field get leveled instantaneously
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lotus-pear · 9 months ago
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HAPPY 114‼️‼️ take these silly doodles i did
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me, my boyfriend, and the 8 foot hole in the sand i dug for him because i love him
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thebibliosphere · 2 months ago
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I think if I could scream without my throat closing up I would feel better.
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prancingart · 4 months ago
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And it's just a case of tragic magic When you can't remember feeling fantastic
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nova-rpv · 7 months ago
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YALL GUESS WHAT I FOUND TODAY
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the creature of all time, @galaxylover06's boy himself, death leech shado!!! and also baby shado but yk :3
dont forget ur daily clicks!!
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ghosts-and-glory · 9 months ago
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okay i saw your cult of youtube au and I had an idea for kallamar
What if he plagiarized shit. idk it just feels like a kallamar thing.
and when the lamb calls him out he pulls out the ukulele apology video and starts crying
I CANNOT GET THE THOUGHT OF KALLAMAR GETTING THE UKULELE OUT OUT OF MY HEAD.
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This is it, this is the worst fake thumbnail I’ve made so far. Genuinely, drawing Kallamar over Colleen Ballinger, had me repetitively getting up and walking around my room thinking about how I got here in my life.
I’m still dying on my “Kallamar having one of those shitty doctor YouTube channels” hill, but he definitely takes mad shortcuts and steals shit from others.
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theshitpostcalligrapher · 9 months ago
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god etsy is such an on fire trash can but it has a bunch of shipping presets that are difficult to migrate so i guess we'll do it this way
so anyways there's a glitch where sometimes it forces you to buy a shipping label in order to close out DIGITAL purchases which is fucking insane to me.
So I've pulled the only other cross stitch pattern off of it and made it a pay-what-you-want on kofi
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I've also uploaded the other MASSIVE pattern onto ko-fi bc why not
It's a fairly obscure monster road trip reference but I'll be real it holds it's own perfectly fine as a fun pattern to have around the house for your average weirdo
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both of these are basically free since ko-fi allows you a pay what you like option
If they had canada post shipping label pre-sets and a robust dms-to-custom-commission-listing system I would migrate in a heartbeat but ALAS
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prostocupoftea · 4 months ago
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Look at what I've got~
i gave him hands, now that is your problem
tbh i'm always afraid of vents in this goddamn game and i feel like each time i look back there will me something, soooo... yeah.
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backseatsoldier · 7 hours ago
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"Broken", Not Stupid Masterlist
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Status: Currently taking a break <3 (1/8/2025)
Pairing(s): alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13)
Content Warnings: Omegaverse; cult/cult-like situation; dehumanization; selling children to a cult; talk of omegas being 'locked up' during their heats; negative self-talk
Summary:
Laswell, We've been made aware of an organization called Salvation and come into contact with an individual who has intel on the mistreatment of countless omegas. The mistreatment we're aware of so far inlcude dehumanization and outright buying child omegas. My lieutenant has assured me that there is far more to this list of mistreatments, but we've yet to sit down and hear statements from the individual. On a more personal note - this inidividual is who Ghost seems to have chosen as his omega. He took her in directly from a Salvation facility. From what he's told me so far, there's far more than meets the eye with Salvation. They have facilities across the world in almost every country. This will take time, we all know, but it's not something we can ignore. Captain Johnathan Price
Author's Note: Y'all, please be careful with this one. It will get dark. Specifically with Salvation - our favorite war criminals are just going about their ways, as per usual. I'll update the content warnings as I go. Any chapter-specific content warnings will be at the top of each chapter, but regular, fic-arching content warnings will be listed here.
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Chapters
1: Welcome to Your Salvation 2: Her Name is... 3: ...13 Bonus - Nesting Supplies 4: There Are Worse Options 5: McDonald's 6: Call in the Calvary 7: A Quick Phone Call 8: Home? 9: Shoulders Aren't Earrings 10: Just a Rat... Right? 11: Johnny! 12: A Lot Like You 13: If You're Not Ready... Don't. 14: What Do You Do? 15: You're Pretty... 16: I Am Broken 17
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ask13-cod · 6 days ago
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Hrmmmm.... Valerie? It's root in Latin means 'good health' and 'strength', not to mention how similar it is to the word 'valor'. ALSO It's Ms. Frizzle's first name! Look in the mirror and say it a couple of times to see if it fits, it's how I choose names for literally everything else anyway.
Here's a joke!
What is a monk's favorite fruit? A muskmelon because he cantaloupe!
I gotta see about getting a notebook to keep track of any name suggestions 🤔 I'll ask Simon about it later- NO FRICKIN' WAY! THAT'S MS. FRIZZLE'S FIRST NAME?! MY CHILDHOOD 😭❤ but I will test the name. Thank you!
🤣🤣🤣 I love it!
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worthless-misery · 6 months ago
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Dear diary...
I'm so fucking stupid. I'm an idiot. A moron. A dumbass.
Nothing I do is ever right. I'm bad at everything. I'm a total failure to everyone.
I'm sorry.
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tennessoui · 7 months ago
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giving the best dialogue to anakin and padmé divorcing once more lol <3
“If it were your best friend who choked on flowers he couldn’t give you, what would you do?”
Anakin blinks, more than a decade’s worth of Jedi training the only thing keeping him from reeling back. “What?” Padmé’s eyes gleam back at him, hard as flint. “If Master Kenobi developed hanahaki for you, if you saw him in pain because of you, would you have done what I did for Sabé?”
Anakin shakes his head, suddenly lost and feeling rather like the trap has been sprung. “You didn’t do anything wrong to her,” he says helplessly. “You said you paid for her surgery–”
“There were two things I could have done,” Padmé replies. “But I was a good wife. I didn’t even think about the other option. I didn’t even try. Because of you.”
The other option. The only other cure for the flowering disease: for the love to be returned.
Anakin cuts his eyes away from the face of his wife. They jump from the fireplace to the open doors leading to a balcony, to a chair in the corner to the old-fashioned books tucked neatly away in their alcove. “Don’t ask me this,” he says, begs, because Padmé is his wife and once, he loved her ardently.
But she is also a politician, and she knows to never give in when she is so close to her victory. “Tell me what you would do,” she demands softly. “Tell me you would do the same. If it were Obi-Wan dying, tell me you would hold his hand as he underwent the surgery. Tell me that you would remember me.”
“He would never develop flowers for me,” Anakin snaps as if the words have been ripped from his throat, and his hands loosen behind his back, grab at the ends of his hair and then scrub roughly over his face.
Padmé’s lips curl and her eyes flash, a spark of embers beneath a blanket of ash. “Put aside your belief that your master is too much of a Jedi to fall in love, that is not what I want—”
Anakin shakes his head, once, sharply. He feels cornered. Like a wild animal, biting at anything that encroaches into his space. “You asked me to speak and now you will not listen,” he snarls, and he is being cruel. This is cruel.
But this is also the truth, and it is what she wanted. 
“He would never develop flowers for me,” he says again. “Because you only develop flowers when the love is unrequited. And there has never been a moment in my life that I have not been in love with Obi-Wan Kenobi. Is that what you wanted to hear, Padmé?” 
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artsy-1diot · 14 days ago
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happy holidays graham gets my struggles projected upon him (ass at gift wrapping)
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