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Day 26: candy gore
Cw: blood, exposed bone, body horror
This is so laaaaaaaaate but I kinda don't care 'cause I got it done so yippee!!! ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧
#art#light's art#my oc#gaster oc#goretober#inktober 2024#cw blood#cw exposed bone#cw body horror#im gonna be so tired when I get up later :')#rip me lol#.....i still have to reassemble my bed#NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#*cries in bad decisions* /lh
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so guess who's moving house again (me! it's me.)
#same building just up on the top floor and waaaaaay on the opposite end#a chainsmoker moved in near us and the smoke BILLOWS into the apartment so we can't have the door or windows open. it's been miserable.#anyway today is day 4 of moving. my feet hurt but I've got like 98% of my stuff upstairs now!#all that's left is things I'm still using for the next few days until the movers come for the heaviest furniture#because naturally the heaviest furniture is also the comfiest furniture so we're hanging out downstairs without all our stuff lmao#i just spent 2 hours disassembling my bed. moving my bed. and reassembling my bed.#I'm exhausted#¶
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Vaggie: “Charlie. You know I love you, right?”
Charlie: “….”
Charlie: “…before I answer, can I ask YOU a question?”
Vaggie: “Sure, babe. Fire away.”
Charlie: “Okay.”
Charlie: “Is this about the singing cannibal quartet love song turned massacre in the hotel lobby?”
Vaggie: “No.”
Charlie: “Is it about the supposedly non-man eating flowers that tried eating Angel Dust, which Niffty won’t let us get rid of now because she wants to train them to hunt cockroaches with her?”
Vaggie: “No.”
Charlie: “Is it about the alleged cookies Husk is still in bed recovering from taste testing?”
Vaggie: “Those were cookies?”
Charlie: “Allegedly. In a previous life maybe.”
Vaggie: “Huh. They weren’t bad.”
Charlie: “They- Vaggie, you didn’t actually EAT-”
Vaggie: “After wrestling Angel Dust out of the third flower in a row? I was hungry. The kitchen was on fire earlier so I knew you’d made something. And they were sitting in a common area, unclaimed and unlabeled.”
Charlie: “I put CAUTION TAPE around them!!”
Vaggie: “We don’t have anyone staying here named Caution or Hazardous Waste. Not yet, anyway.”
Charlie: “ARE YOU FEELING OKAY!?”
Vaggie: “Fine. This isn’t about the uh, ‘alleged cookies’.”
Charlie: “Well then what is it about? Am I forgetting something else?”
Vaggie: “Maybe. Are you gonna answer my question now?”
Charlie: “Of course I know you love me, Vaggie. Absolutely."
Vaggie: "Then-"
Charlie: "A dangerous amount, even- you sure you’re feeling alright? Those cookies... poor Husk…”
Vaggie: “Husk is on average 40% alcohol and not used to solid foods. This was a good learning experience for him, trust me.”
Charlie: “I do! I do I do, I just, also really hope Angel Dust knows how to BE an actual bedside nurse as well as DRESS like one. A. Sexy one.”
Vaggie: “We’ll save Husk from medical malpractice in a minute. Right now though…”
Vaggie: (smooch the tol gf)
Charlie: “?”
Vaggie: “You don’t have to do extra things like this, sweetie.”
Charlie: “Oh.”
Vaggie: “Not that I didn’t love the thought behind it.”
Charlie: “There were no thoughts. Just, wow I love my girlfriend, wow I really hope she knows I love her.”
Vaggie: “I do. You’re amazing, and doing normal hotel crisis things with you is already amazing enough.”
Charlie: (droops) “I know, I know…”
Vaggie: “So?”
Charlie: “Well that’s the THING though! We’ve only been doing hotel stuff!”
Vaggie: “It’s a pretty wide range of activities you gotta admit.”
Charlie: “Oh sure right, sooo varied- stop a murder, fight to stop a murder, try not to do a murder, replace THIS fix THAT organize another group talk and go into red alert whenever the things get suspiciously quiet- go collect the bodies, probably reassemble them, pay the bills, supervised arts and crafts and Cherri still makes a BOMB somehow-”
Vaggie: “Everyone getting together to blow it up outside was kinda sweet.”
Charlie: “And that’s great! We’re doing great, things are going good, it’s just- WE don’t do anything that’s just for US.”
Vaggie: “That what’s bothering you?”
Charlie: “Bothering me? BOTHERING ME?? Vaggie our last outing together was dragging you back up to HEAVEN where the people who left you in hell also BLAKMAILED YOU!"
Vaggie: "Could've been worse."
Charlie: "IT WAS HORRIBLE! A NEGATIVE TIME TOGTHER! I’m gonna explode- I haven’t taken you on an actual date in MONTHS!!!”
Vaggie: “So let’s go then.”
Charlie: “I know we can’t just leave the hotel, but that doesn’t stop-”
Charlie: “…”
Charlie: “Huh?”
Vaggie: “Let’s go. We can take the rest of the night off.”
Charlie: “….can we?”
Vaggie: “Sure. Niffty’s busy with her new murder plant buddies, Husk’s busy being sick, Angel Dust’s busy with Husk, and Cherri Bomb… well. If the singing cannibal duo wants to keep playing exploding volleyball with her out back then that’s their problem, not ours.”
Charlie: “It’ll be our problem REAL quick if anyone spikes the bomb at the hotel!”
Vaggie: “It’ll be just another Tuesday, another hole in the wall, and a chance for Cherri to learn about the wonders of vacuum cleaners and wall plaster.”
Charlie: “Which you won’t be able to sleep knowing about until you’ve redone the whole thing yourself.”
Vaggie: “That’s still just another Tuesday.”
Charlie: “What about Husk being sick? AND suffering under Angel Dust’s dubiously sexy medical care?”
Vaggie: “If they’re bothering each other they can’t be getting into trouble with anyone else. Win-win.”
Charlie: “Niffty is building an army.”
Vaggie: “Good for her.”
Charlie: “She might be planning on wiping out all life in the hotel???”
Vaggie: “Hell forbid the cleaning ladies do anything.”
Charlie: “Why are you suddenly so okay with mess and chaos? You HATE messes and chaos! You patrol the hotel just to check everyone’s doing what you thought they’d be doing, based on all the little schedules you keep making on them!”
Vaggie: “Which they didn’t need to hear you yelling about but sure.”
Charlie: “You refold all my laundry so the creases line up just right! Why- oh no.”
Charlie: (gasp) “Vaggie, don’t panic, but I think the evil fail cookies are affecting you-”
Vaggie: “Charlie-” (laughing) “-no, they’re not. Maybe I’m fine with a little extra mess and chaos, if it means spending time with you.”
Charlie: “….”
Charlie: “How many fingers am I holding up?”
Vaggie: “Triangle. Wanna go on a date with me?”
Charlie: “YE- wait, you’re sure though?”
Vaggie: “I’m sure.”
Charlie: “Really sure?”
Vaggie: “Very.”
Charlie: “It’s not a fun date if it makes you super stressed afterwards.”
Vaggie: “I’m always stressed. It’d be nice if I could at least get some uninterrupted ‘stare at my beautiful girlfriend’ time while I’m at it.”
Charlie: “The hotel’s gonna be in RUINS when we get back. Our friends might be on fire by then.”
Vaggie: “C’mon, they’re not our kids. They’re all responsible adults….”
Chaggie: “…..”
Vaggie: “….they’re all adults…”
Charlie: “Who we’re kinda responsible for…?”
Vaggie: “Not for tonight.”
Charlie: (sighing) “That WOULD be nice.”
Vaggie: “So let’s make it happen. Date night?”
Charlie: “-ES YES YES YES YES-”
Vaggie: “That a yes?”
Charlie: “YES!!! I- Hold on, wait wait, I’ve got-”
Charlie: (pulls out several papers covered in writing and diagrams)
Charlie: “…I’ve got, let’s see here-”
Vaggie: “Notes?”
Charlie: “-seven quick pick up date ideas that don’t need ANY preparation-”
Vaggie: “You made plans for dates you didn’t even think we’d go on?”
Charlie: “Well it never hurts to dream about something, right? That way you get to have fun either way, and you’ll be ready if it does happen!”
Vaggie: “I love you.”
Charlie: (grinning) “You love that you’ve infected me with note cards and organizing thoughts and things~”
Vaggie: “That too.”
Charlie: “Well according to my wonderful notes, the least stressful date option is…. Cannibal Town!”
Vaggie: “They have that dress code don’t they.”
Charlie: “Unless you wanna get your cute butt chased for all the wrong reasons, yep! They do!”
Vaggie: “Is this you wanting to see me in a fancy-ass dress?”
Charlie: “And to stroll down the nicely kept streets arm-in-arm with you, enjoyed the quiet atmosphere not filled with random agonized screams, stopping to admire the beautiful and very well composted flower beds…”
Vaggie: “I’d stroll with you anywhere, so count me in.”
Charlie: “YES! Oh I already LOVE THIS- and Vaggie?”
Vaggie: “Yeah?”
Charlie: “I love you too.”
Vaggie: “Wow really. Had no idea.”
Charlie: “Heheh.”
Vaggie: “Honestly there’ve been like, zero hints about that all day.”
Charlie: “I promise I really was trying to be subtle.”
Vaggie: “There’s a lot of words for you, but subtle’s probably not one of them.”
Charlie: “I tried. I tried for youuuuuuu~ For the sake of my girlfriend, I was willing to go against my baser and more dramatic nature!”
Vaggie: “What’s more dramatic than man eating flowers, that’s what I’d like to know.”
Charlie: “A garden.”
Vaggie: “A g- a whole garden?”
Charlie: (shrug) “We’ve got plenty of empty rooms…”
Vaggie: “A garden, sweetie.”
Charlie: “I was thinking of putting a lot of trees and bushes in. Lots of stuff to hide behind.”
Vaggie: “Our own little patch of private picnic paradise, huh?”
Charlie: “Hm-hmm! Or for makeouts. Or both?”
Vaggie: (chuckling) “Not to spoil the mood but… speaking of plants and compost, on our date, should we bring the other half of the cannibal quartet over to Rosie’s while we’re headed there? Or, what’s left of them?”
Charlie: “Mmmmm NAAAH. I wanna have all hands free on the way over.”
Vaggie: “Hands free for what?”
Charlie: “Nothing~”
Vaggie: “Your hands are already on my ass, Charlie.”
Charlie: “Oh whoops!”
Vaggie: “I didn’t say you could move them.”
Charlie: “That’s why I’m not~”
Vaggie: “You’re in a mood tonight, aren’t you.” (muttering) “I’m not even the one off playing with carnivorous plants, so why's it suddenly feel like I’m in danger...”
Charlie: “Beecaaaause you look dangerously cute in a fancy dress.”
Vaggie: “Says the woman walking around in THAT suit.”
Charlie: “I have to dress sharp! I need to match with my girlfriend!”
Vaggie: “You’ve been wearing that exact same kind of suit since long before you even met me.”
Charlie: “Only through YEARS of unfulfilled potential!”
Vaggie: “Uh huh.”
Charlie: “Tragic, wasted beauty!”
Vaggie: “Hardly wasted with you in it.”
Charlie: “But it was! A jacket crying out for the one woman who’ll finally borrow and wear it the way it was always meant to be worn!”
Vaggie: “With the sleeves falling over my hands?”
Charlie: “With that adorable little blush when you snuggle down into it… Also, the way it falls to almost mid-thigh on you, and how you like wearing it with nothing el-”
Vaggie: “Is this a date night or a do not disturb night?”
Charlie: “Date night!”
Vaggie: “Then stop biting your lip at me.”
Charlie: “Aww.”
Vaggie: “And come help me pick out a fancy dress.”
Charlie: “!!! THE ONE FROM THE COMMERCIAL MAYBE???”
Vaggie: “Oh you liked that look, huh?” (snickering) “Aw babe- is THAT why you stay up replaying the commercial some nights?”
Charlie: “That’s… public image analysis…”
Vaggie: “Whatever you say. Now you now know how I feel every day.”
Charlie: (muttering) “lucky you.”
Vaggie: “You wanna switch things up for the date, or keep the suit?”
Charlie: “Keep, probably..? You like me in the suit~”
Vaggie: “I like you in a lot of things.”
Charlie: “R-right.”
Vaggie: “And nothing.”
Charlie: “I- same.” (horns start popping out) “Um.” (pushes them back in) “Could we also. Wear matching hats?”
Vaggie: “Of course we’re wearing matching hats. This is supposed to be a fancy date right?”
Charlie: “Very. Very fancy.”
Vaggie: “Well nothing’s fancier than hats."
Charlie: "WHEEE! With flowers on them, yeah!?"
Vaggie: "Have I ever let you down?”
Charlie: “Never.”
Vaggie: “And do you promise not to bring me anymore demonic flowers or singing quartets?”
Charlie: “… I’ll do my best.”
Vaggie: “Perfect.”
Vaggie: “…”
Vaggie: “I wouldn’t say no to a few more of those cookies though-”
Charlie: “NO.”
Vaggie: “Sweetie, they were good.”
Charlie: “No. Absolutely no, I am NOT poisoning you on purpose. Not even if you ask me nicely and pout about it like that.”
Vaggie: “You deny the cookies?”
Charlie: “Don’t even start-”
Vaggie: “Girlfriend abuse. Toxic relationship alert.”
Charlie: “Those 'cookies' were the MOST TOXIC THING that our relationship has EVER seen!”
Vaggie: “They were made with love.”
Charlie: “And likely heavy metals? The fact that you willingly ate them is maybe the most WORRYING thing our relationship has ever seen…”
Vaggie: “Cough exorcist lie cough cough.”
Charlie: “Totally different. That didn’t put you in active danger-”
Niffty: “SPEAKING OF DANGER!”
Chaggie: (screaming)
Niffty: “My murder plant babies are in danger.”
Vaggie: “HOW can- how can those things BE in danger?”
Charlie: “NIFFTY PLEASE! The knocking?? The not dropping from air vents???”
Niffty: “Only in emergencies, I remember! This is an emergency. Husk is feeding himself to my murder plan babies.”
Vaggie: “Why.”
Niffty: “Escaping nurse Angel Dust and unnecessary CPR.”
Charlie: “Oh for-”
Vaggie: “Let him. They won’t kill him. Permanently, anyway.”
Charlie: “…. Hm.”
Niffty: “What if my murder babies get food poisoning from second hand bad cookies?”
Vaggie: “Seek revenge for them or something?”
Niffty: “OoooOOOH!”
Niffty: (scuttles away cackling)
Charlie: “Oh noooo, you’ve given her an idea-”
Vaggie: “Too late to stop her now. C’mon.” (grabbing charlie’s hand) “Make a break for our room before anyone else-”
Cherri Bomb: “Hey girls! Uh, you were planning on making a pit for a hotel swimming pool, right? Like, one already kinda full of blood? Right out back? Right???”
Chaggie: “….”
Charlie: “… Hello~! Charlie and Vaggie can’t be reached at the moment!”
Vaggie: “We’ll be out all night.”
Cherri Bomb: “And the pool of blood-?”
Charlie: “So please leave a message at the sound of the beep!”
Vaggie: “Beeeeep.” (at charlie) “Run.”
Charlie: (scooping up vaggie) “My legs are longer-”
Vaggie: “Brilliant thinking sweetie now GO GO GO!!!”
Chaggie: (flees)
Cherri Bomb: “…..”
Cherri Bomb: “They take the u-haul thing seriously, huh.”
-their room-
Charlie: “….Vaggie.”
Vaggie: “Yeah?”
Charlie: “Stop it.”
Vaggie: “Stop what?”
Charlie: “Vaggie.”
Vaggie: “Mmm?”
Charlie: “…..”
Charlie: “…..fine, FINE!” (groaning) “I’ll see about salvaging the burnt remains of the evil cursed cookie recipe when we get back. Now will you PLEASE stop messing with your flawless hair and put the dress on? Or anything!? Anything being put on would be good now too!”
Vaggie: (smiling) “No idea what you mean babe, but alright.” (quietly to herself) “Mission success.”
Charlie: “I heard that.”
-exiting hotel-
Vaggie: “Almost there.”
Charlie: “Oh please my dad who’s probably in a pile of duckies, please just let us make it out the d-”
(horrific screaming from deeper inside hotel)
Charlie: “…..”
Vaggie: “….”
Charlie: “We didn’t hear that.”
Vaggie: “We kinda already did, sweetie.”
Charlie: “No.” (pouting) “No. We can hear it when we get back.”
Vaggie: “Fine by me.”
Charlie: (SIGHING) “Even though we’re gonna hear allllll about not hearing it when we get back...”
Vaggie: “Worth it.”
Charlie: (grinning) “Think so?”
Vaggie: “Do you?”
Charlie: (already tugging them out the door by their entwined hands) “More than worth it.” (lifts and twirls vaggie down the hotel steps) “Whooosh!”
Vaggie: “Oh is THIS why you really wanted me in a fancy dress? For the ‘whoosh’?”
Charlie: “That, and for the way you smile when I whoosh you~”
#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#vaggie#chaggie#incorrect quotes#silly ridiculous fluff#they need a date night i swear they need at least ONE
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World Bearer Part 1
Bearing his child as he was fighting in Shibuya
It wasn't intended neither it was accident, the child you caress in your womb, it was the result of love. A couple of days earlier barely even recalling the dates, news came unto you as Shoko informed you of Gojo captured, impossible..
He promised
He always promises y/n, you thought to yourself having filled with worry and doubt this time the result would be different, this time he wouldn't be able to be by your side, the last smile he gave you, the last kiss, it floods all to your every bit of sanity left.
You wept unsure of what to do, this is bad for your child. It's stressing you out knowing you can't do anything and you can't ask anyone about it. It pains you that you cannot be beside him nor come to his rescue, you carry the world inside you and you can't risk to lose any of which.
Your whole relationship with him was hidden deeper than 6 feet graves could even speak, only Shoko were informed and were supposed to be the only person besides him to assist you on giving birth.
'missed a call from Shoko'
You missed her first call as you were to focused on picking up some shards of glass, you dropped the mug you and Gojo share for every morning coffee.
Broken. You struggle to bend down as your belly bump is clearly on the way, you stood up and checked your phone to your surprise
Is it finally good news
You called back as she picked up in a hurry, she seemed to hesitate to tell, she hesitated to cause anymore stress than to bear the very weight of the next possibly most powerful sorcerer to mankind in the next generation. Even the weight of the child causes a wave of imbalance in the world between curses and the burden of being expected to be the sword and shield for the most dangerous circumstances awaits your child if his birth were to be exposed and known to the world.
It's what Gojo went through afterall
"y/n listen, Gojo is out now and currently facing curses and possibly Sakuna. I am called for support for the sorcerers in Shibuya—" she paused for what seemed eternity, fueling my anxiety and worry.
"y/n I just wanted to tell you to worry a bit less, he told me to relay you his message: I'd win, I'd be there when our son is born. I'm the strongest afterall" Shoko whispered to the phone as I let out a little chuckle still with a hint of nervous yet comfort. Atleast feel a little ease for the child you bear, for the child you birth with Gojo beside you.
"Thank you Shoko" I whispered back, your voice crack and break devours the silence of the room.
2 hours pass, and shit you feel building up contractions, painfully telling you your world is about to arrive. You rush to get some lukewarm water, a damp towel, quickly sterilize some scissors and a warm blanket
Yet he is not here, he's in battle, fighting
Unable to contact anyone else you try to reach for Shoko again. Afraid, you're just straight up afraid. Your timing your contractions yourself as you lay down your soft bed sheets, slowly painting it with blood. Gojo is in his battlefield and so are you, you combat the pain as you try to push harder and harder not trying to pass out on the way.
One
Two
Three
You push, again
One
Two
You push, you can't stop here. Your child needs to get out now
You gave another hard push screaming your lungs out, cursing, fist balled in the sheets as the other scratched the bed board.
Finally, a cry
Don't faint, don't faint
You pick yourself up, positioning yourself to sit back at the bed frame for support. Picking up your child and expertly cutting his umbilical cord before you could finally fix your eyes on your child you made sure to hear his heart beat, your scared you did a step wrong.
But his heart beat as loud as he cried, you admire your child clearly reassembling your husband. His hair and the same goes for his eye lashes, white as snow, his eyes with a hint of you a hue of purple and mainly the blue skies, high and mighty, adding the captivating and deep capture of the ocean you admire from Gojo.
You cried, as your child slept in your arms. A call notifies your phone enough for you to immediately answer before it wakes up your son.
"He's here" you said as Shoko could picture your smile from the phone call before she could even speak a word, her seconds of silence sends you a break of her heart like she's about to break another bad news for you.
#anime#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk gojo#gojo angst#jujutsu gojo#gojo x y/n#gojo x you#jjk satoru#gojo
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business matter — chapter 108.
↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.
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"i'll be back later, okay?" notified sejeong as she pulled the doorknob. "if you need anything just call me." she offered.
"don't worry, you will only be gone for a few hours." calmed serim from the living room couch. "ning is here." she pointed her index finger at the girl who paced around the place looking for pillows to pile up and then lay on top of.
"i'm here." affirmed the younger girl, pointing her thumbs at herself and smiling graciously.
"okay." kim gave them a tender look back. "see you later." she bid goodbye and then left the apartment as she would be going to dinner with her friends.
"there are no more pillows, you've grabbed them all already." joked the owner of the department who, turning her attention back to the other, noticed that she was still on her mission to assemble a bed on the floor.
"it's not finished yet." laughed ningning, focused on continuing her search.
"why don't you just lie on the couch with me?" she proposed, her voice soft, welcoming.
"because you're so restless." she confessed in amusement.
"that was once." she reminisced about one of the many movie nights they'd had where ningning had decided to snuggle up to serim, but the older girl, not being interested in the movie, had been unable to stay in place. "you know i'm not always like that."
"semmie, i'm sorry i have to be the one to tell you." she closed her eyes and put her hand on her chest dramatically. "but you're, indeed, always like that." she sentenced, innocently teasing the older girl.
serim let out a laugh, she couldn't contradict her, yes it was hard for her to keep still and she knew ningning was perfectly aware of that, as no one had as much patience for her as she did. but it was a movie date and it didn't make any sense for them to sit in different places during the night.
other than that, serim would do anything to have a pretty woman in her arms.
jang stood up, walked over to the makeshift bed the girl was setting up to grab one of the cushions and threw it back on the couch, repeating the action with the rest.
"hey!" ningning knew the reasons why the whimsical serim was doing it so she couldn't help but find it funny. "leave my bed." she ran over to where the objects were being shot to try to return them to the place she had put them before, but it only became an endless loop.
"i'm your date!" she remembered. "you have to cuddle with me!" she said with obviousness.
"it's not my fault you have hyperactivity!" the youngest attacked.
ningning realized that trying to reassemble the mattress was pointless if serim didn't stop actively ruining it, so she opted to stop the woman, taking steps towards her, even walking over the pillows, and resting her open palms on the older one's abdomen to exert force, thus pushing her away from her creation. the taller one resisted, using her legs to hold herself in place, she brought her hands to those of the blackhaired one to grab them and pull them away from her body, managing to lift them into the air with some effort, but now facing the struggle of yizhuo who would not give up so easily. they both pushed against each other, slightly trying to see who would lose balance first, while laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.
serim was now determined not only to get the girl to lie down next to her and watch television, but, because of her competitive nature, also to win this battle of strength and equilibration. since there were no rules, nor was it an officially determined game, she had the idea of bringing her hold on ningning down and to the sides of their bodies. doing so, all the force the chinese was exerting was no longer supported, so her body lost its grip, and she suddenly went forward, crashing into serim's. jang, still holding her, hugged her around the waist, thus keeping both pairs of hands against the younger's back.
the reality is that serim was only doing her best to rest advantages from ning and prevent her from knocking her down, but when she lowered her gaze and met her face directly because of the closeness she had caused, she figured that the next thing to do was to kiss her.
she suddenly leaned towards the girl and joined her lips with hers, ningning still deprived of mobility in her arms could only reciprocate, although she had no objection, she had been waiting weeks for some moment that felt right to do exactly that, and she never thought it would be serim who initiated it. it was a deep kiss, intense, but without any rush, the kind that all first kisses should be, where you get to know the other person and give them a place in you.
serim let go of the shorter and this one almost instinctively slid her hands around her waist, while jang held ningning's face between her fingers subtly keeping it in place so that their mouths could not pull away. silence reigned in the apartment, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard as they caressed each other with affection and patience, as ningning had always had for serim.
eventually the contact was broken, but they both kept such a short distance that they could have connected again if only they opened their lips, taking in the opposing presence and adjusting to it, enjoying it, their breaths colliding on each other's skin.
everything was fine, so why did it feel wrong?
they were both enveloped in that feeling that nothing made sense. the awareness of knowing that they had done nothing wrong, that they should be satisfied with the display of affection, and the subconscious leave that the natural order of things was being altered.
"was that because you genuinely wanted to do it or because you are desperate to somehow fill jimin's absence?" it was yizhuo who filled that existential void with words, almost without processing what she was saying, she could only find it in herself to be honest.
"ning," serim gave a sigh to then arrange the girl's hair, looking at her tenderly, but also somewhat wearily. "i wanted to do it." she confirmed, and she wasn't lying,
but wanting to do it didn't discount her desperation to get yu jimin out of her head.
#aespa#aespa karina#karina#yu jimin#yoo jimin#giselle aespa#giselle#winter aespa#winter#ningning aespa#ningning#aespa x reader#yu jimin x reader#karina x reader#kpop x reader#kpop smau#aespa smau#smau#aespa fanfic#karina fanfic#aespa scenarios#aespa imagines#aespa reactions#fromis 9#itzy#ive#loona#gidle#blackpink#exo
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Kinktober day 5: Gun Play + Steven Grant
Steven Grant x SHIELD agent!Male!reader
Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 6 | Ao3
Summary: After taking a day off, you finally get to go home to your boyfriend, Steven.
(a/n: I MISSED YESTERDAY AND IT SHATTERED MY SOUL INTO A MILLION PIECES IM SORRY I WAS TIRED AND I FORGOT)
Warning: Guns, mention of reader killing and being shot at, reader is close with Nick Fury kinda, oral, hand job, surprisingly gentle sex, obedient Steven Grant, soft top reader, Steven talks to Marc but that's not really a warning I just wanted yall to know that my bbygrl was mention in this fic
Words: 2k
SHIELD has been sending you all over the world as of recently, you didn't complain, you knew your work was important, and the amount of trust you’d gained from Nick Fury came with a lot of off-the-books missions, mostly investigating SHIELD itself. You'd asked from a break, at least a day or so, to get your gear together after you gun, which has been through many, many mission, jammed on you mid encounter. It was embarrassing, luckily the only other people who saw it happen were either dead or in maximum security prison serving life.
Your boyfriend, Steven, wasn't home when you got there, mostly likely at work, or maybe Marc was out on his a mission. Either way, you waited for him.
In the meantime, you decided to finally take care of your gear, you'd brought all of the supplies from SHEILD headquarters before coming home, setting up at Steven’s desk, and moving the book he had lying on the table and a couple of papers into a neat stack. You started with your boots, scrubbing them, changing the insoles, making sure the outsole wasn't damaged beyond a bit of wear from years of use, then setting them aside.
Moving on to your vest, you picked out the metal fragment from the various bullets that had shattered on impact, replacing the aramid padding that- even though it has yet to show signs of any extreme damage- was starting to wear. The bruise on your stomach was proof of that, the vest stopped the bullet from piercing skin, but didn't lessen the impact as it hit you. You sighed, knowing that Steven was going to fuss over it the second he saw the festering bruise.
You moved on to you knives, still pretty sharp, but not as sharp as they should have been. Using the lanksy puck that you definitely were not supposed to take to sharpen a them. Carefully putting them back in their sheaths and reattatching them to your utility belt, which sat in a duffle bag with both your uniform and you newly repaired vest.
Finally, you moved onto the main event, you gun, which was still jammed, turning the safety on before completely disassembling it, staring at the pieces of your revolver on the table. You didn't worry to much about the the bullets, they'd be gone by your next mission anyway.
You took your time with this one, getting into every nook and cranky, blood, dust, and built up metal from the bullets, just a bunch of little things. Reassembly was purely muscle memory, your gun looked and felt brand new. You took the ammo out and dry-fired the gun, it sounded a hell of a lot better- and the hammer dropped without interruption, jam officially gone, you reloaded the gun and sat it on the desk.
It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, letting the tension slip from your shoulders with a sigh, practically melting into the seat, finnaly able to relax.
And as if he somehow knew that you were officially off duty, you heard Steven fumble with the lock, seemingly dropping the key, a small swear leaving him, before he unlocked the door. He walked around silently for a while, setting down his bag and heading to the kitchen, muttering to himself, or more likely Marc, as he was asking questions about the morning, what they ate for breakfast and where Marc had left the book Steven had been reading before bed.
It took him maybe five minutes to walk back there. He walked straight past you, not paying any attention and b-lining to the bed, to be fair, it was late and Steven wasn't exactly the most observant. You loved him though, so you let him lay there for a moment before calling his name.
He practuscally jumped out of his skin, getting caught in the mess of blankets for moment. Steven was on you faster that you thought was possible. Damn near tackling you, the chair surprisingly holding both of your weight and Steven situated himself in your lap, his legs drapped across yours.
“You're back! When did you fly in?” he asked, a wide smile on his face.
“About three hours ago, where’ve you been?”
He groaned, flopping down against you, his head on your shoulder.
“Job hunting, again.”
“What happened to the uh, what was it, the library, right? I thought you were having fun over there?”
“I was, but they cut the budget and I was new so they dropped me.”
“Aww,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair, “poor thing.”
He sighed, enjoying the contact after nearly a month apart.
“What about you, I thought you weren't supposed to be back for another two weeks?”
“I wasn't, but..” you grabbed you pistol off the table, you finger on the trigger even though the safety was on and you had no immediate target, “My gun jammed and I asked my boss to give me a day off in order to fix it,”
Stevens's eyes were glued to the gun as you spoke, appreciating every little detail and crevice it held.
You knew about Steven’s affinity for guns, well, you and guns, guns alone did nothing for Steven, but when you held them...
He got quiet, glancing at you only to see you staring back at him with a knowing look on your face.
“Im flying back out tomorrow..”you pointed the gun downward, nudging his legs open with the tip, he complyed without any hesitation. “…i was thinking you and I could-”
“Yes!”
You stared at the man for a moment, almost bewildered before remembering that you've been gone for nearly two months and he's probably been thinking about this since the day you left.
You hummed before saying, “Get on the bed, lay on your back, I want to see you.”
He grinned again, practically running to the bed, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the floor, laying down in the bed, hardly able to keep himself still.
You sat at the desk for a short moment, completely removing the ammo from the gun, double checking it to avoid any incidence, then walked over to Steve, who was practically vibrating in excitement.
Kneeling between his legs, you commemorated the image of him, so happy to be fully and utterly yours, to memory.
You pointed the gun on his chest, digging the tip into his shirt, watching his reaction intently, he ceased all movement, staring down at it, taking in the weight on his chest.
“Breathe, Steven.” you said when you noticed he wasn't.
He let out a long, shuttered breath.
“You know I would never hurt you? Right Steven.”
“Oh course..”
“Good, “ you slid the gun down, feeling where his ribs ended and sturdy muscle began. Stopping just below his belly button.
“Strip, slowly, I want to see you.”
He complied easily. Hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, just like you demanded.
“That's it, good boy..”
Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, then moving down to his pants. Fumbling with the belt, getting it just before you could offer your help, he kicked his jeans down until they pooled on the floor below.
You stared at him, taking in his smooth skin and every sculpted muscle that you had no one but Marc to thank for.
Running the tip of your pistol lower and lower, running it over the growing tent in his underwear, he shuttered, a light gasp passing his slightly parted lips.
Dragging it across his waist, then down his thigh, Steven watched the gun just as intensely as you watched him. You let your finger hover the trigger, he swallowed hard.
You moved suddenly, lifting the gun to his head, right between his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard, he never hid how he felt, not with you, he felt like he didn't have to, or more accurately, he couldn't. You were an agent of SHEILD, you were trained to see through lies.
Moving your hand down ever so slightly, pressing the gun against his lips.
“Open.”
For the forth time tonight, he obeyed. Taking the tip in his mouth, then more, sucking and licking like the gun could feel it.
The effects it had on you were innumerable.
You hummed softly, adjusting your grip. You watched him, he seemingly never got bored, the imagined danger and thrill perpetuating him, eager to please cold steel.
You tugged slightly, and he let it go, lips wet with saliva.
The way he looked at you, his eyes low, cheeks flushed, breathing like he'd just run a hundred miles.
“You're being so good, Steven, so obedient. You must have really missed me..”
He nodded rapidly, “I missed you, I missed you so much-”
You shushed him, “I know, I know. I shouldn't have to leave you here, all on your own, I should be here to protect you at all times..”
He nodded along- you both knew that he didn't need the protection, but fuck it kept you here he’d be your damsel in distress forever.
Rubbing the wet tip down his chest, then right above his cock, tapping the trigger, watching him flinch at every move. He watched so intently, his breath shaky and loud, you were unpredictable, yet he couldn't wait to see what you did next.
Nudging the tip of the gun past the elastic waistband of his underwear, pulling them down.
Steven couldn't stay still, his brain and body running a million miles an hour. Slowly, you sunk down between his legs, your gun pressed right up against the center of his chest. You knew the position would get uncomfortable soon, so you decided to make this as quick as you could.
“Don’t move.” he didn't nod, or talk, just immediately playing along.
Taking your free hand, you guided Steven's hard cock, shiny with pre-cum to your mouth.
He was always sensitive, but your tongue had hardly even pressed the tip of his cock before he was a whimpering, whining mess. Hs adrenaline was spiked, of course he was more susceptible that ever right now. Taking him as deep as you could, feeling him press against the back of your throat. His hands balled into the bedsheets bellow, nearly tearing them in his hands.
Running your tongue on the underside of his cock, then swirling it around the tip, never taking your eyes off of him. His little whines growinh louder and more desperate.
You pulled away when you felt him start bucking into your mouth. Taking a short moment to wipe your mouth of both spit and pre cum.
You lifted slightly, wrapping your hand around his now perfectly lubed cock. Stroking him nice and slow, soft moans falling from his lips.
He whined your name over and over, obedience and his composure, the latter of which was had been already hanging on by a thread before you ever put your mouth or hands on him, waining. He loved nights like these when you were gentle but still so very obviously in control.
“Y/n- y/n, I'm so close, please, Love, please-”
You tightened your grip on the gun, pressing it harder into his chest, he moaned at the feeling.
You never sped up, watching him build up the his orgasm nice and slow, and when his mouth fell open in a long moan and his eyes squeezed so tightly shut you're sure he was seeing stars behind them.
Then- you squeezed the trigger. Nothing came out but Steven gasped hard like he’d been hit. His hips twitched up into your hand, cum pouring out all over your fingers. Even when that stopped, his orgasm still seemed to flow through him, his body drawn tight as he came down.
“Y/n..” he panted, “you're good, so good-”
Dragging the gun down, right into the pool of cum at the base of his stomach, then bringing it up to your mouth, licking it off.
“Come on, Steven, we're not done..”
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If you are still doing the prompts, reader saying prompt nr 2 to Buggy because we already saw him crawl in the show and yanno. Yannnoooo…..
(Also I know using chop chop powers in this specific way may not be everyone’s piece of cake but if the idea of him and reader in a consensual scene with him only having parts of his arms and legs instead of all of his limbs to move over to reader also does anything for you…. WELL. I mean WELLLLLL)
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WELLLLLLLL, ANON 🤭 This got WAY out of hand. Not very smutty, it's more about the vibes here.
Prompt: “Crawl to me.” Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, buggy discovers he might have a humiliation kink 🤡 Word count: ~1.3k
That drunk moron. It’s infuriating, honestly. There are parts everywhere, like the aftermath of a dog who got too ferocious with a stuffed toy. In this case, it was a pirate who got too deep into a bottle of rum. You woke up to a solo hand resting on Buggy’s side of the bed. Hoping that the rest of his body was on the floor or at least safely nearby, you got up and promptly tripped over a forearm. Just a forearm. And that was the sign - Buggy literally lost control of himself.
The rest of your morning was spent on a fucked up treasure hunt. Flesh and body parts strewn across the ship, meekly waiting for someone to find them. A few choice parts you opted to leave where they were, because fuck him. Buggy’s torso, found in a hallway and all in one chunk, was too heavy for you to carry. His head was in the kitchen and pissed you off with the peaceful sleepy expression it had. His feet were waiting outside a bathroom and they could stay there for all you cared. You also left behind the hand still clutching an empty rum bottle. Everything else you found either on your own or in a pile that the crew put together. You toted the pieces back to the bedroom to keep safe. Safe.
You just finished locking up the last dresser drawer with a satisfying ‘click’ when shouting signaled the captain’s arrival. His voice oscillated between shrill and hoarse, a symptom of a likely hangover. As Buggy got closer, you could pull out pieces of what he was griping about. In between usual orders for the crew were demands and queries about where he was and wasn’t. You knew they would point him in your direction, so you leaned against the dresser and waited.
The hand you left on the bed perked up at the sound of knocking. It zoomed over and opened the door to rejoin it’s owner. In toddled Buggy. You thought that you’d feel better after seeing him, but the unreadable expression on his face ticked you off. It’s like he couldn’t decide if he was happy to see you or annoyed about the absence of his body. The thin tight lipped smile held under his smeared face paint flickered into a frown more than once as you stared at each other.
After a moment, you crossed your arms tauntingly. Buggy shuffled into the room further and flicked his hand to close the door. He wasn’t graceful.
“Really? You left me like this?” Buggy’s question finally pulled forward the smirk you tried to tamper down.
You pointedly looked at him up and down (not that there was much to look at right now) before answering. “What’s wrong?”
“What the FUCK am I supposed to do without arms or legs?” Buggy shouted as he wiggled the hands attached to his shoulders and stamped the feet his torso sat on.
“Hm, that sounds like a you problem. I was just cleaning up the mess you left,” you said coldly.
“Babe, the mess is ME. Of course it’s a me problem, it’s my body,” he sneered. “Give it back, I know you have me locked up like some fucking hostage.”
“Like your audiences?”
This wasn’t working. Buggy needed to try something different. Honey, instead of vinegar. All he wanted was to reassemble so he could fall apart in bed. He was exhausted and it’s hard to sleep when parts of himself are just out of reach. It’s like voices in his head that he can’t turn off. You were mad, obviously. And what should a good partner do when someone’s mad? Listen. Lucky for him, he still had ears.
“Sweetie, sweets, dearest,” the performer cooed with an apologetic smile as wiggled forwards a few inches. “You’re upset with me, I get. What can I do to make it up to you?”
You allowed yourself time to roll through your thoughts. There was a lot you could ask for - gold, treasures, a date, fancy food, new clothes. One idea called out to you, a wicked little sound that stuck in your head like sludge.
“Crawl.” The air in the room stilled. The atmosphere shifted, pressing down on you both. The weight pulled Buggy’s smile down into a disgusted scowl.
“Say again?”
“I want you to crawl to me. Then you can have your things back.” You said the request as if it was the simplest thing to do. As if he had enough body parts to crawl with.
“C’mon, baby, I’m not gonna-”
“Then you’re not gonna get shit. Crawl, Captain.”
The sharp tone in your demand stirred something deep inside Buggy. A depraved perversion that had been waiting for a moment to shine woke up ready to play. His cheeks flushed as the pounding in his chest shifted from hot anger to burning desire under your unrelenting stare. With a click of his tongue, the pirate stared at the ground and wondered how to start.
You watched as Buggy lowered himself horizontally to the ground through a controlled topple, stopping short of smashing his nose on the wooden floor. Fingertips and tiptoes held him aloft - just barely. Strands of hair that escaped his bandana dusted the wood floor as he hovered, steadying himself before making another move. Craning his neck, ocean eyes sought yours to ask if this was enough. An emotionless stare said it wasn’t. Keep going.
A dramatic sigh wafted across the floor as Buggy began inching his way towards you, moving at a pace that his stiff hands and feet set. It was slow progress and you followed every bit of it. There were a few moments you thought he’d give up. Moments where he’d pause to give his aching fingers a rest. Stopping to look and see how far away you were, both physically and emotionally. If it wasn’t for the embarrassed erection throbbing underneath him, Buggy probably would have tried harder to talk his way out of this.
He felt ashamed, embarrassed, and so fucking turned on - which only added to the humiliation. Part of him wanted you to say he had done enough and could stop. But a hornier voice told Buggy to keep going, to see what would happen. Finally, he was close enough. He had huffed and panted his way across the room, fingertips and cock throbbing through most of the awkward journey.
You looked down at the small man at your feet, waiting for him to make the next move. After a brief respite, Buggy rightened his body, relying on his Devil Fruit ability to make up for the lack of limbs. Once vertical, Buggy turned his face towards yours. You would have thought the hot red blush was the result of physical exertion after a night of drinking, if it wasn’t for the blown out pupils and the way he licked his lips.
“Are you turned on? Did that fucking turn you on?” you asked in disbelief. His narrowing eyes the only answer he’d give.
“C-can I have my body back?” A slight quiver slipped out with the request.
With rolling eyes, you released the pirate’s body parts from their wood prisons. Buggy quickly reassembled himself with a flurry of movement. His eyes met yours for a brief moment before darting away in shame. The knot in his stomach tightened, pulling his cock in an aggressive twitch.
“You still mad at me?” Buggy mumbled. You didn’t miss the uplift intonation hidden under the question.
“Why? Do you want me to tell you how to make it up to me?”
Buggy’s eyes widened at the prospect and the blush on his face spread to his ears. The answer tasted uncomfortable. A little bitter, but he liked it. Still, he was reluctant to admit to this craving.
Reading into his hesitation, you grabbed Buggy’s chin and pulled his face to meet yours. “Tell me, Buggy.”
You broke through the weak barrier he pretended to hide behind. Buggy’s hands wrapped around your forearm, wanting to stay in this position. To keep this dynamic. His face softened and he nodded vigorously against your hold.
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𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫?
A collection of my favorite lyrics from The Great Impersonator. Feel free to change as needed! Some of my favorites were too specific for roleplay so I did not add them. Namely from I Believe in Magic and Life of The Spider which are two of my favorite songs.
❛ Do you think they'd laugh at how I died? ❜
❛ I think I'm special 'cause I cut myself wide open as if it's honorable to bleed. ❜
❛ But I'm not lucky and I know I wasn’t chosen. ❜
❛ The world keeps spinnin' without me. ❜
❛ I wake up tired, think I'm better off dead. ❜
❛ I'm nervous what you'll think of me now. ❜
❛ I'm hoping that someone comes around and helps me figure it out. ❜
❛ I'm all grown up but somehow lately I'm acting like a fucking baby. ❜
❛ I'm really not as happy as I seem. ❜
❛ I'm still a little kid that can't make friends. ❜
❛ I wanna be invited, but I won't attend. ❜
❛ I wanna be cool, I don't wanna be pretty. ❜
❛ Nothing's as it seems. ❜
❛ I don't like the lie I'm living. ❜
❛ I'm way too nice and too forgiving. ❜
❛ It's all done now, who am I kidding? ❜
❛ I'm doing way worse than I'm admitting. ❜
❛ I'm really not that happy being me. ❜
❛ I'm trying to be positive. But oh, it's really hard. ❜
❛ I'm a loner, I'm a loser. ❜
❛ I'm on a real short leash, but I like it tight. ❜
❛ You know a mercy kill is what I seek. ❜
❛ I didn't ask to live, but dying's up to me. ❜
❛ Well, they say all dogs go to Heaven. Well, what about a bitch What about an evil girl left lying in a ditch? ❜
❛ Tell the three people who asked that I am in a better place. ❜
❛ 'Cause I'm not old, but I am tired. ❜
❛ I'm not strong, I'm very weak. ❜
❛ I have seen enough! I've seen it all! ❜
❛ I don't wanna hurt so get it over with quick. ❜
❛ Please, God, I wanna be loved. ❜
❛ I don't wanna be somebody that they wanna get rid of. ❜
❛ Every time you lean in closer, both my knees can't help but shake.❜
❛ I think you're a danger to my health, or so it seems. ❜
❛ Is it love or a panic attack? ❜
❛ Is a heavy heart too much to hold? ❜
❛ Because you make me fucking nervous and I don't know what it all means. ❜
❛ My spirit has been broken. ❜
❛ My optimism's getting sore. ❜
❛ I don't know if I can see you anymore. ❜
❛ I don't like to complain, but I'm saying sorry. ❜
❛ When I met you, I thought I was damaged goods. ❜
❛ If you knew it was the end of the world, would you like to stay a while? ❜
❛ Would you leave when it gets hard? ❜
❛ When I met you, I said I would never die. ❜
❛ The joke was always mine 'cause I'm racing against time. ❜
❛ Nothing good is free, but oh, it should be. ❜
❛ I still believe in Heaven, if they'll never let me in. ❜
❛ I think I might start tryin' because I haven't been. ❜
❛ Could all just be an answer to thosе prayers that came delayed? ❜
❛ Please, God, I don't wanna be sick. ❜
❛ I don't wanna be somebody that you're tryna get rid of. ❜
❛ There ain't a reason on this earth I'd go back to my hometown. ❜
❛ You know, I never felt like anyone, I was a paradoxal lie. ❜
❛ I didn't think that I was special, but I was too afraid to die. ❜
❛ I was trying to love you through an open wound 'cause everything I put inside there just fell right through. ❜
❛ If you only knew how bad it hurt me too. ❜
❛ You can rest your head down and not feel any shame. ❜
❛ I never loved you in vain. ❜
❛ You never listen and I'm terrible too. ❜
❛ If you stopped, I would've kissed you. ❜
❛ I almost thought I heard you call my name. ❜
❛ They say that God makes no mistakes, but I might disagree. ❜
❛ You all know something that I don't. ❜
Well, I was born all by myself It's not unlikely that I'll die that way as well. ❜
❛ I always knew I was a martyr. ❜
❛ I was built from special pieces that I learned how to unscrew. ❜
❛ I can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you. ❜
❛ So where do I go in the process when I'm just an apparatus? ❜
❛ I'm reduced to just a body here in someone else's bed. ❜
❛ When you're done, you can discard me like the others always do. ❜
❛ Your human starter kit came incomplete. ❜
❛ Fool me twice, the shame is on me. ❜
❛ Am I a victim in your game? ❜
❛ Can I take the blame for everything you hate? ❜
❛ The punishment and crime are not the same. ❜
❛ Somebody will love me for the way that I'm designed. ❜
❛ You smothered out the glow I grew for you, but it was mine too. ❜
❛ Have you ever been broken and thrown down? ❜
❛ Have you ever given the world to somebody as a gift and had it returned? ❜
❛ Did you know the father's DNA stays inside the mother for seven years? ❜
❛ Have you ever woken from a dream just to realize that you're still asleep? ❜
❛ Do you ever wish you were still asleep? ❜
❛ Do you ever wish you wouldn't wake up? ❜
I'm only small, I'm only weak.
❛ God, how could I even think of daring to exist? Looking just like this, I'm hideous.
❛ I worked real hard on the last one but the last one got me here. ❜
❛ I'm minding my own business but my presence makes you curse. ❜
❛ I should be getting better but I'm only getting worse. ❜
❛ And, God, how dare I even think of choosing here to die? 'Cause then, I'm just a problem that you have to take outside. ❜
❛ I know you hate the sight of me, I haunt you when you're fast asleep. ❜
❛ If only I had eight more lives. ❜
❛ You don't like it when I cry. ❜
❛ You would break me if you tried. And you will because I dared to be alive. ❜
❛ I'll never be like him. ❜
❛ You know my father isn't dead, but it don't feel like he's still here. ❜
❛ And my eyes tell me that he's harmless despite what my heart has to say. ❜
❛ So maybe just forget. Maybe move on, don't regret. ❜
❛ Or maybe this is just another trick that hasn't happened yet. ❜
❛ I thought that it was my fault and now sometimes I still do. ❜
❛ I can't bear to fake a smile when you walk into the room. ❜
❛ Everybody, get in line to meet the girl who flew too high. ❜
❛ Did it all to be included, my self-loathing so deep-rooted. ❜
❛ When I die, I won't have time to spend my money. ❜
❛ But I hope that you still love me. ❜
❛ A problem child, I was rough. But what do you do with a difficult grownup? ❜
❛ I thought I changed so much, nobody would notice it, and no one did. ❜
❛ I told everybody I was fine for a whole damn year. ❜
❛ Please, God, or whoever you are. ❜
❛ These days I get less calls 'cause no one wants to hear my voice. ❜
❛ I miss the days when I was gettin' texts that I could just avoid. ❜
❛ I don't ever wanna leave him, but I don't think it's my choice. ❜
❛ I don't think my pleas are heard because I'm screaming in the void. ❜
❛ Please, God, oh, you've gotta be sick. ❜
❛ Why do you make it hurt, and why's it over so quick? ❜
❛ Please, God, I'm finally loved. I finally found somebody I don't wanna get rid of. ❜
❛ You took a little while to respond to my prayer. ❜
❛ Please, God, no, this doesn't seem fair. ❜
❛ I'm tryin' not to show it, but I'm terribly scared. ❜
❛ They don't know I'm lonely. ❜
❛ They don't know I'm kind. ❜
❛ Does a story die with its narrator? ❜
❛ This is a cry for help, callin' for assistance. ❜
❛ What happened to the girl I knew? ❜
❛ I think I've been awake for days but it's so much fun. ❜
❛ I took another dose but I don't think it's micro. ❜
❛ Can't you see that I'm an imposter? ❜
❛ Where's the fun in doing well? ❜
❛ The good girls never kiss and tell. ❜
❛ I don't belong here, how 'bout you? ❜
❛ I still get punished for good deeds. ❜
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I've written an extensive background HC for Eli, and I have one for Zoe, too, though it's lived only in my head and never made it to paper. This short series is meant to change that.
Series Summary: About a year after the solstice, Zoe Rivera is dreading her upcoming birthday. It's a day that has always been difficult for her, but with the loss of her sister, the only connection to her past, this year is proving to be harder than most. As her friends and found family attempt to help her through, Zoe makes many discoveries about herself, her past, and the future she hopes to build.
Part 1: Ring the Bells That Can Still Ring
Book: Wake the Dead Pairing: Eli Sipes x Zoe Rivera (F!MC) Characters: Troy Hassan, Shannon Fox, Angel Savage, Mina Arbogast, May, Feather, original characters Rating: Teen TW: Mentions of death & loss Words: 3,200 Chapter Summary: Angel is excited to start new traditions at Olympus, but Zoe makes it very clear that she wants no part in one. As Eli & Troy attempt to help her deal with feelings of grief, Zoe makes a conscious effort to focus on what she has today. But a trip to scavenge for supplies lead to some fateful discoveries.
A/N: I expect this series to be 3 or 4 parts. I'm participating in @choicesjunechallenge2024 - Threshold, Beginnings, and Endings.
It was a relatively quiet night at Olympus. Springtime had returned and brought a multitude of chores to be completed along with it. Most of the colonists had spent the unseasonably warm day gardening or tending to building repairs impossible to complete during the harsh winter months. It was no surprise that most were petered out and already tucked into their beds. But a small group who weren't willing to let the evening just yet were gathered in the great room.
Troy, Mina, and Shannon were in a corner playing an old game of Jenga that Troy had recently acquired as others gathered around the fire to sing and tell stories. Eli sat nearby, half-listening as he worked on repairing his bow, while Angel lounged on a nearby couch, extremely excited over her activity. Tapping the purple pencil in her hand against her notebook, she exclaimed.
“I’m almost done! I only need to more people!
“Who do you still need?” Shannon hollered over.
“Just Feather and Zoe.”
Fresh out of the shower, Zoe entered the room, vigorously drying her long hair with a towel. “You need Feather and Zoe for what?” she responded.
“Oh! I’m making a birthday list for the colony. This way, no one’s special day will ever be forgotten.
Troy’s eyes popped up and darted immediately to Zoe. His brow furrowed in concern; he wished he could have spoken to Angel just minutes sooner.
“Thank you, Angel. But I’d prefer not to be included,” Zoe replied curtly.
But Angel wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Zoe, we need to include you! Do you think we’re going to celebrate everyone’s birthday except yours?”
“Angel, I said no!” the usually affable leader snapped.
Clearing his throat, Eli placed his bow at his feet and went to Zoe’s side. He was almost there when a loud clattering noise caused him to jump, and everyone turned in Troy's direction.
"Sorry!” Troy blushed; the collapsed Jenga tower crumbled before him on the table.
“How did you manage that?” Mina blurted. “There were a dozen safe moves you could have made!”
“Don’t question it!” Shanon grinned. “This might be our chance to finally win!”
With the chaos as a distraction, Eli locked eyes with Zoe as he took her by the hand and cocked his head toward the exit. Once Troy was certain they were gone, he began to reassemble the bits of fallen wood again.
“I want a do-over!” He complained.
“Not a chance,” Angel laughed. “But I still need Zoe’s birthday. Where’d she go?"
“Yeah, about that,” Troy grimaced. “It’s best to let the birthday thing go with her. It’s... complicated.”
“What’s complicated?” Angel shrugged. “We live in a zombie-infested world. I spent most of my birthdays alone, playing whack-a-mole with them at the mall. I want to embrace the good, and that includes celebrating birthdays with my new family.”
“I know. But you have to understand Zoe’s birthday has always been a touchy issue. When we were kids, she didn’t like celebrating because she said it was the day her mother gave her away, then when her fathers died, she didn’t want to celebrate at all. If not for Ana convincing her, she wouldn't have celebrated at all."
"Well, what did Ana tell her?" Shannon asked. "Maybe we could do the same thing."
"She told her how happy she was to have a little sister, so they had to celebrate the day she came into the world.”
“That’s so sad but lovely, too,” Shannon stated. “With Ana gone now, it must be especially hard for her.”
Troy sat back and ran a hand through his well-coiffed hair, a somber look in his eyes. “This stays here... right?”
“Of course,” they all agreed.
“Zoe’s birthday is coming up soon. May 24th, to be exact.”
“Wow! So her birthday was just before we all met!” Shanon remarked.
“It was on the day we met. You had to be 25 to be a scout, and that’s what Zoe always wanted to be. She insisted on starting her new position that very day."
“You’re kidding! That’s how she wanted to... Oh my, God,” Shannon covered her mouth as the tragic realization set in.
“Yep,” Troy frowned. “Ana died on Zoe’s birthday.”
“Oh my goodness!” Angel wailed. “That’s terrible!”
“It makes sense that she wouldn’t want to celebrate,” Mina nodded.
“But she’s so special,” Angel inserted. “And it seems unfair to celebrate all of us... but not her.”
“We have to honor her wishes,” Troy insisted. “Eli and I have both spoken to her and told her Ana would have wanted her to celebrate. But Ana was the family she had, her only link to her life before the outbreak. If she’s not ready, we can’t push her.”
“We could just celebrate on another day?” Angel offered. “Like November 9th is official Zoe day!”
But Troy shot the idea down. “I think it’s best we let it be, at least for now.”
~~~~~
Upstairs, Eli sat in bed beside Zoe, gently rubbing the distressed young woman's back.
“She meant well,” Eli mumbled. “I can talk to Angel."
“I’m sure Troy already has,” Zoe said, leaning into Eli’s embrace. She didn't like dwelling on the losses she had endured, but sometimes, like now, it seemed impossible to escape. She tried to lose herself in Eli's woodsy scent and the warmth that radiated from him, but the seed had already been planted, and within moments, her tears began to flow.
“I miss her, Eli," she wailed. "I miss her so much.”
“I know,” he comforted. “I know.”
In a world where no one was immune to tragedy and loss, Zoe knew Eli truly understood. The loss of his brother and the loss of Ana had many parallels; it was something that had drawn them together. She reached out for his hand and held it close. It was good to not be alone.
“I hate that you lost her on your birthday... of all days.”
Zoe tried to shrug it off. “Birthdays weren’t important at the Tower. It was rare that they were even acknowledged. But growing up, Ana and Troy always went out of their way to make me feel special on my day, and I did the same for them.”
“Would it help to tell me about some of those days?” he asked.
“Well, Troy always knew how to... find... treats and things we weren’t supposed to have, even as kids.”
“Good ol’ Troy,” Eli smirked.
“Exactly! He’d knock at our door with some cookies or candy in hand. They weren’t even all that good – but compared to what we usually ate, we thought it was incredible! Ana did her best to keep some of our family traditions alive, but she even admitted she wasn’t sure she was doing them correctly. We were so young when the outbreak happened, and with all the trauma, her memory wasn't the best.”
“So you started your own traditions,” Eli said. "That's what mattered."
“I guess,” Zoe smiled. “As I got older, one of those traditions became Ana securing a whole bunch of beer. We’d lock ourselves in our room, drink entirely too much, and act like total idiots. The evening usually ended with us dancing or Troy putting on some sort of a performance.”
Eli shook his head. “Please tell me he kept his clothes on, at least.”
Zoe laughed at the thought, and Eli instantly felt some of the tension in his shoulders drift away. Seeing her suffer was never easy, and her laughter warmed his heart.
“If he did, I was too drunk to remember.”
“You were lucky to have each other.”
“We were,” she agreed. “What were your birthdays like ... after the outbreak?”
“My birthday was in the winter. That was good because it meant fewer zombies to worry about. We could let our guard down a bit. But winter also meant fewer supplies and sometimes storms so bad we were confined to the cabin. Still, my parents found ways to make it special. My Mom made pudding or a cake when she could, Dad would play his guitar, and David always drew something for me, too.”
Zoe snuggled against his chest. “You were lucky, too.”
“Yeah...” Eli replied with a soft smile. “I was. We were. We still are. We have each other... and all the lunatics downstairs. I don’t have my family anymore, but I have a family again. In this world, most people aren’t lucky enough to get that once, but we got it twice.”
Zoe lurched into an upright position and turned to Eli with a half-smile. “Is this where you tell me that’s why I should still celebrate my birthday? I get that. But I'm not comfortable celebrating the anniversary of my sister’s death."
“Of course not,” he replied, pulling her back to him. “That has to be your call. I just want you to remember, there are still people who are grateful you’re here, who love you very much... and I’m at the top of that list.”
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The following day, the gang was up bright and early to head out and scavenge. They piled into their old van, and as Troy drove them through meandering roads, it took Zoe back to that day nearly a year ago. Her chest tightened as the dark cloud attempted to envelop her once again. Angel sat just a few feet away. She had been especially quiet this morning. Knowing it likely had something to do with her, Zoe reached over and squeezed her hand.
“I hope you don’t think I’m upset with you,” Zoe stated. “Because I’m not.”
Angel had a shadow of a smile when she placed her head on Zoe’s shoulder.
“I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories. I'd never want to hurt you."
“I know that,” Zoe sighed. “My birthday is... complicated, to say the least.”
“I know, Troy explained.”
Troy looked in the rearview mirror, aghast. “Gee, thanks, Angel! What happened to what happened in the great room, stayed in the great room?”
“It’s all right, Troy,” Zoe chuckled. “I know you’re trying to help me.”
Zoe took a deep breath before addressing her friends. "I'd like to give you an explanation. Ana and I had two fathers; our mother wasn't in my life from the start. From what I was told, she left my father one day when he went to pick up Ana from school. He was distraught and happy when she returned a couple weeks later. But she didn't come back to stay; she wanted to let him know she was pregnant. She wanted a divorce, but she didn't want me. But Papa convinced her to have me and promised he'd raise me and Ana alone. She agreed, and on the day I was born, she handed me over and never saw me again.”
“Zoe,” Shanon whimpered, taking her friend’s other hand.
“Yeah, well, screw her!” Angel blurted. “It was her loss! Your Dad & Ana loved you. That’s all that mattered.”
“But how did you end up with two dads?” Mina asked.
“Papa, my bio-dad, was good friends with Sam. After my mother left, he was there to help my father and Ana through. By the time I was born, they had fallen in love and not long after, they were married, and Sam legally adopted us. Ana said they were so happy; our family was complete."
“So the story had a happy ending,” Shannon started. “Until the outbreak, at least.”
“Yep,” Zoe snapped. “But at least I had Ana and later Troy – they became my family, and Ana insisted I celebrated my birthday each year. But now that she’s gone, I just....”
She shielded her eyes when her voice cracked, not wanting others to see her cry, but she was following no one.
Eli and Troy shot each other a look of concern in the front seat as Shanon, Angel, and Mina tended to Zoe.
“I’m just afraid,” Zoe sniffled. “I’m afraid I’ll forget the little I know about my family. Ana was my touchstone; everything I knew about Papa and Dad was because of her, and she’s gone...”
“You’ll remember,” Eli called back. “You’ll remember, and we’ll help you. You can tell us the stories you know over and over again, and we’ll help keep those memories alive.”
“That’s a great idea,” Shanon nodded. “We could all talk about our former lives so we don’t forget the things that make us who we are today.”
“I’m so glad I have all of you,” Zoe declared.
“And we’re glad we have you,” Angel replied as the women embraced in a group hug.
The van wobbled slightly as Troy pulled over to the side of the road.
“Ladies,” he smiled. “And Eli...of course... we’re here. If you want some time, Eli and I could start, and...”
“No,” Zoe insisted, standing up and dusting herself off. “No, we have a job to do. Let’s do it!”
They split into groups to survey the well-picked-over stores and homes on their route. It didn't take long to realize they weren't going to find much in the rubble. Zoe was about to announce they should call it a day when something caught her eye.
Using her jacket sleeve, she brushed a thick layer of dust off a glass counter and smiled tenderly as she gazed at the treasure inside. She reached in and pulled out an old, weathered doll. The poor thing had seen better days but was in remarkably good condition. Her dainty porcelain face and arms were still in tact, and while her clothing was in need of a wash and had some loose trimming, it was amazing it survived this long. Noticing the enchanted look on his friend's face, Troy snuck up behind her.
“Whatcha got there?” He asked.
“A doll,” Zoe beamed. “I remember Ana and I had similar ones when we were little. Look!” She handed the doll to Troy. “I think her clothing is traditional Mexican attire. Papa was Mexican, and I believe my mother was half Mexican, too...”
“I know that,” Troy winked, handing the doll back to Zoe. “And you did have dolls like this growing up."
"I did? How do you know that?" She asked.
"Because Ana had described them to me. She told me to be on the lookout, and if I ever found one, to please let her know."
Zoe took the doll back, a feeling of contentment she hadn't felt in days washed over her.
"I think you need to give her a new home," Troy smiled.
“I most certainly do!"
Home. Zoe couldn’t wait to get home. She wanted to clean her new treasure and reminisce about a simpler time. Perhaps she could find more information in the old encyclopedia Troy put in the library. She looked out the window of the moving van; the sky was now just whisps amber in a field of grey as the day neared its end. Home. She was heading home surrounded by her new family and the tranquility of the moment was cherished... but, alas, short-lived.
“Whoa, watch over there!” Eli yelled, pointing to a shadowy figure lurking on the side of the road. He raised his bow into position.
But as they neared the figure, something in Zoe came alive.
“Eli, wait,” she blurted. “Don’t shoot... I don’t think that’s a drone; it looks like a person.”
“And that makes them any safer?” Eli questioned.
“It’s an old lady,” Shannon snapped back. “She shouldn’t be out by herself at this time of day!”
“In the woods, no less,” Mina chimed in.
“Troy,” Zoe ordered. “Stop the van.”
“What?” Eli spat. “Are you out of your mind.”
“I said stop the van!”
Zoe opened the sliding door and jumped before anyone could stop her; Eli and the others were quick at her heels.
“What are you doing?” Mina asked. “You have no idea who that is!”
"Finally, some logic," Eli muttered.
“It’s an old woman out alone at night, and I’m not about to leave her. I know we live in a dangerous world, but if we lose our humanity - then we will truly have nothing left."
"Fine," Eli said, holding his bow in place. "But I'm keeping this out... just in case."
“Simmer down there, cowboy,” Troy mocked. “She’s hunched over and looks like she is ninety years old!”
“No matter... one wrong move....”
“Excuse me,” Zoe said, startling the old woman at first. “Do you need help? You shouldn’t be alone at night... especially not in the woods. It will be completely dark any moment now."
The woman turned to Zoe slowly, and even in the dim light, with her wiry grey curls covering much of her face, it was easy to see her gentle smile and the kind look in her warm, brown eyes.
“It’s all right, child. I’ll manage. I always do.”
“Do you live around here? Can we at least give you a ride home?”
"The world is my home."
“You don't... you don't have," Zoe turned and looked at the others, but made the split-second decision on her own. "You're welcome to come with us and stay at our colony, at least for the night.”
The woman looked over Zoe’s shoulder at her friends huddled behind her, nodding at Eli, who still had his bow aimed in her direction.
“That one loves you very much,” the old woman teased.
Zoe looked back and rolled her eyes. “Eli, put the bow down.”
“No, no, no... mi vida,” the old woman smiled. “Leave it be. He’s protecting you; you should be grateful to him. But I assure you, I am of no danger to you.”
“Eli....” Zoe repeated, but he was unmoved.
“Not... just... yet.”
“I'm sorry," Zoe apologized. "If it makes you feel any better, that’s how he and I met, too, and now... I love him.”
“That’s good to know,” the old woman chortled.
“Look, if you don’t have someplace to stay tonight, our colony isn't far from here. Come and stay with us."
“Oh, no," she shook her head, the grey curls bouncing in every direction. "I don’t do well living in colonies.”
Zoe couldn't explain why, but something inside her couldn't let this woman walk away. She had to protect her, and no was an unacceptable answer.
“I understand, but just for the night, then. You can wash up, get a good night's sleep, have some breakfast, and be off in the morning if you like. What do you say?"
She looked between Zoe and her friends, and with a polite nod, she agreed for just one night.
Troy extended his hand before helping the woman into the van.
"Hello, I'm Troy. I'm the nice one.”
"Troy," Zoe laughed, playfully hitting the back of his head. "Shut up!"
"We're all nice," Angel grinned. "Even the scary-looking one up front... as long as you're not a zombie or don't cross us."
"I'll take that into account," she smiled.
"I should introduce everyone. I'm Zoe, and you've already been introduced to Troy. This is Shannon, Mina, and Eli."
"It's very nice to meet you all. My name is Adelina."
Shannon was the first to reply. "It's lovely to meet you, Adelina." She gestured to a bag at her side. "We can eat back at Olympus, but there is water here if you'd like some."
"Thank you," Adelia replied, happily drinking the bottle of water in one long gulp. Zoe smiled. Obviously, the woman needed more help than she let on.
"We should be back home in about twenty minutes," Zoe informed. "You can rest if you like."
"Gracias, mi vida. I think I'll do just that."
Adelia looked out at the night sky. The shades of amber were long gone, replaced by a swath of black velvet. The scattered silver speckles were stars, the stars that would guide them home.
Home, Adelia smiled, then drifted off to sleep.
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Guys I have a problem. I finished a tiny request, but when I went to upload it I thought this isn't much of an offering. So then I thought, I know. I'll just make a few quick recolors of the TSS set I made awhile ago. Anyway that's how this happened.
Add-On Meshes
Elite Bed Bookcase Headboard Since this set did not come with a double bed, and the single bed did not look very "teen" to me, I chopped the hutch off of the desk and mangled it into a bookshelf headboard. The headboard is just decorative, and does not have any slots. It's also kind of a pain to use. You have to pull it out of the wall one quarter-tile, and that requires the move_objects on cheat. After that is done it works normally though and I think it's really cute. It pulls its colors from the Fine Finish Desk and maxis bedding.
Elite Bookcase Short The kid looking single bed needed a kid-friendly bookcase so I chopped it in half. It only comes in emptied, but it is still a functioning bookcase. As with all short bookcases, animations will be wonky but it will function as usual. Pulls textures from The Better Bookshelf.
Elite Desk No Hutch I wanted a more simple version of this desk than even the emptied version, so I cut the hutch off. Pulls its texture from the hutched original.
Elite End Table Drawers Just for the sake of more options. Has one slot on top. This is a diced and reassembled version of the desk's drawers, and pulls its textures from the desk.
Recolors
Couture Clothing Chest Seven solid colors, plus nineteen dual tones (color 04A is pictured in the preview). The animations for this object are broken; I recommend the fix by Lord Darcy
Fit for Royalty Single Bed This will recolor the mesh as-is, but I highly recommend this default replacement by HugeLunatic.
The Better Bookshelf These recolors will appear for the main bookcase, as well as any emptied versions (including mine) and my new short bookcase from this set.
Fine Finish Desk These recolors will appear for the main desk, as well as my emptied version and my new hutchless version from this set.
Ahead of the Table Dining Chair Seven solid colors for the frame, seven mix and matchable striped colors for the seat, plus a white seat recolor.
Subtle Touch End Table Seven solid colors.
You're So Vanity Seven solid colors for the frame and seven mix and matchable striped colors for the seat cushion. These recolors will appear for any add-ons, including the one tile version.
Princess Shelf Emptied These recolors will only work for my custom wall shelf mesh, and you will need the mesh from this post.
Everything uses this palette:
The Request
And now the reason I'm posting. This is a simple deco railing set to typical foundation height. The mesh was modified from the Stairway to Eleven (non-modular) staircase, and contains in the mesh package a steel and a black recolor that match my fences from last post. I would have repositoried it to something but the StE's railing is not recolorable, and fences are...fences. Anyway. It is placeable anywhere and should not interfere with sims, objects, or routing. Single version only since it will place correctly on either side without cheats.
DOWNLOAD TSS ADD-ONS/RCS: SFS
DOWNLOAD DECO RAILING: SFS
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Hello, I wonder do you still accept asks? Because me and my friends kinda self-taught myself on Akkadian recently and there's passage that kinda... sparked debates among my peers. I can't find the cuneiform but the Akkadian sounds like this :
ü-tu-lu-ma etlütu (gurus) [sa i] - [na ma] -a-a-al mu-si sal-lu
Professional Assyriologist (Andrew George) translated that passage as :
The men were lying down, that were asleep on beds for the night
From the Akkadian dictionary we can identify some words
Utulu : [itulu] lay down
Etlutu (gurus) : Young men
Mu-si : at night
Sal-lu : sleep
Other words are too fragmentary for the admittedly amateur me to decipher, but I can't find any usual word for bed in that passage either "bitu" (bedroom), "erim", "gisnu", "huralbu", "i'lum", "marsu", or any other possible words for bed that you can find on the dictionary, let alone the proof that the word is plural. The closest I can find is, perhaps, that [na ma] there is a fragmentary word for "namallu" which in dictionary means "plank bed", double-sided bed. And also I can't find plural form on that line, so perhaps you can help me? Not necessary about the bed/beds, but more about how will you translate that line?
Hi! The fragment you mention is from the SB Epic of Gilgamesh, VI.180. Here is the score for that line (a comparison of various manuscripts):
Although the second line is a little different, we can use it in combination with the other versions to reassemble the likely original line: "ú-tu-lu-ma GURUŠ.MEŠ šá i-na ma-a-a-l mu-ši ṣal-lu." Whenever you see a double "-a-", as in "ma-a-a-l," it's generally transliterating a y/j sound, so it's listed in the dictionary as either "majālu" or "mayālu" (depending on how German your dictionary is!). "Majālu" is a relatively common Akkadian word for a bed or sleeping place. It's rendered in version 1 as "majāl" (no case ending) because "ina" will often occur with the bound (i.e. stripped-down) form of. noun.
So the word-for-word literal translation is "and-they-lay-down, the-young-men, in bed, at-night, sleeping."
Hope that helps, but let me know if you have further questions!
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*new yorker accent* hey what’re yous thoughts on uhhh them queer platonic romances? new york numbah one da big apple babey!!!
Oh I love QPRs, I love relationship anarchy. I love the diverse ways that people can define a relationship that works for them, with whatever they need in it, and it can have sex or no sex, kissing or no kissing, sleeping together or sleeping apart, raising children together, buying a house, marriage, pet names, holidays with family— any sort of thing we put into a relationship, and we can pull that apart and reassemble it in a way that works for us, and it can be romantic or not, or sexual or not, but boy howdy it sure is queer.
Okay I have been assuming that this is in a fandom writing context, but the above all applies to them in real life. In FANDOM—
Okay I may be on the outside with this, but I think a QPR can definitely come up to the line of being ship, depending on the QPR, so I don't necessarily agree with the way this fandom has fallen into QPR = not!shipping that's safe to publically do to cubitos whose creators don't want ship.
Cause like, we have clips from streamers saying they're not comfortable with ship, or not comfortable with things being "weird", but they usually don't specify beyond that. In a lot of cases, they haven't specified if there's a distinction between character shipping or IRL shipping, so like in no cases have they specified if the issue with shipping is sex (cause you can have an ace romantic marriage with no sex— does that count as "ship"?) or romance (cause by definition QPRs would not apply) or strong emotional dwelled on bonds that tie them to another player in a tight way (cause like, this is what a fair number of people writing QPRs fall into, cause from the outside if you're not aro some of the QPRs look pretty close to romantic relationship on the surface! I know it's not romance, and you know it's not romance, but is a streamer just scrolling twitter going to see that at a first glance if they come across a snippet of someone calling each other a life partner and going to bed together?) Cause like, trying to put myself in the shoes of the streamer, I could see the problem being sex (makes sense) OR romance (makes sense) or any really tight emotionally-dwelled on life-bond relationship (some of this I don't know if the streamers might still think it's weird to see done to their characters, even if it's technically by definition platonic). So some of this I still don't know if QPRs are something that every creator is going to feel comfortable seeing?
And I don't tend to love the implications of some of the stuff twitter does where it's like "oh, i can't ship, only QPR", like QPRs are automatically like santitized "safe" shipping, instead of their own category of thing that could mean almost anything. Like in real life if you know someone is in a QPR you know they're in a QPR, you still have no idea if that means they're married, or have sex, or make out on the regular, or call each other lovey dovey things, or sleep together, you just know they have a life bond. This fandom treats QPR like it's only one thing, and like it's a lesser, training wheels type of relationship, and that really grinds my gears.
So for me QPRs fall into a category where I'm like, awesome, pog to do, I know we love to take interactions between cubitos and expand them out and it makes perfect sense to take some of these in a QPR way. Go on with your bad self. But unless a creator has explicitly allowed it/canonized it, honestly I'd treat it the same way as I would some of the more hot-button trigger tagged fics (abuse, cannibalism, whump, mind control, addictions issues, torture) or like "instincts driven" family dynamic stuff or extremely aged down family dynamic stuff, where I'm like yes, technically this is fine, but let's just be safe and keep that where the streamer only finds it if they go looking for it. Please keep it out of TTS. This is something for the fandom, not for the streamers.
Just tag your shit and keep it away from the streamers and you're good.
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Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Great Impersonator (Part II)
I NEVER LOVED YOU
It wasn't enough.
They couldn't save her.
It wasn't her fault.
It was there from the start.
Trying to love you through an open wound
If you only knew how bad it hurt me too.
You can take the money.
You can rest your head down and not feel any shame.
I never loved you.
I never loved you in vain.
We argued a lot.
You drove off screaming on the night you were caught.
You left me standing in the parking lot.
I took off chasing you down Route 22.
You never listen and I'm terrible too.
You kept on driving far away from the issues.
If you stopped, I would've kissed you.
I almost thought I heard you call my name.
DARWINISM
There's lots of fish out in the pond.
What if I'm from outer space?
I have fire in my bones and in my veins.
I let it show and scare my suitors far away.
They say that God makes no mistakes, but I might disagree.
If everyone has someone, then the math just isn't right.
I'm the only outlier, the lonely archetype.
If everything is by design, well, I might disagree.
You all know something that I don't.
You all learned something that I fear I'll never know.
What if I'm just cosmic dust?
I was born all by myself, it's not unlikely that I'll die that way as well.
LONELY IS THE MUSE
I spent years becoming cool.
In one single second, you can make a decade of my efforts disappear.
Didn't know you were here.
I always knew I was a martyr.
I was built from special pieces that I learned how to unscrew.
I can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you.
Lonely is the muse.
So where do I go in the process when I'm just an apparatus?
I've inspired platinum records.
I've earned platinum airline status.
I'm reduced to just a body here in someone else's bed.
I will always be a martyr.
When you're done, you can discard me like the others always do.
I will nurse my wounds until another artist needs me new.
I will always reassemble to fit perfectly in view for anybody that decides that I'm of use.
ARSONIST
Arsonist burning down the world to feel its heat.
The arsonist doesn't feel the embers on his feet.
Your human starter kit came incomplete.
My apologies, arsonist, you loved me.
Fool me twice, the shame is on me
Am I a victim in your game?.
Will you pass me through your bloodline with your ornamental rage?
Can I take the blame for everything you hate?
The punishment and crime are not the same.
Somebody will love me for the way that I'm designed.
You don't love the flames, you just want them for yourself.
You smothered out the glow I grew for you but it was mine too.
Alchemy's not love, it's playing God.
Have you ever been broken and thrown down?
Have you ever given the world to somebody as a gift and had it returned?
Did you know the father's DNA stays inside the mother for seven years?
Have you ever waited seven years?
Have you ever woken from a dream just to realize that you're still asleep?
Do you ever wish you were still asleep?
Do you ever wish you wouldn't wake up?
LIFE OF THE SPIDER (DRAFT)
For several days now I've been living here.
I feel like a monster.
It doesn't help that you will treat me like I've got the venom in my teeth.
I came for shelter from the cold and I'd thought I'd stay a while.
You'll kill me when I least expect it.
God, how could I even think of daring to exist?
I worked real hard on the last one but the last one got me here.
I'm minding my own business but my presence makes you curse.
I should be getting better but I'm only getting worse.
I know you hate the sight of me.
You would break me if you tried.
HURT FEELINGS
My dad is almost home.
I'll perpetually believe that any man who says he loves me is hidin' somethin' up his sleeve.
I'll be changin' like the weather.
I'll never be like him.
You know my father isn't dead, but it don't feel like he's still here.
It's strange now that he's grey and getting older by the day.
My eyes tell me that he's harmless despite what my heart has to say.
Maybe this is just another trick that hasn't happened yet.
Blood is thick but water is forever.
That girl will be a problem only if you let her.
I left her back home but I cannot forget her.
I thought that it was my fault, and now sometimes I still do.
I can't bear to fake a smile when you walk into the room.
LUCKY
I am so lucky.
My self-loathing so deep-rooted.
Truth is I'm not suited for it.
I hope that you still love me.
I'm a star.
If there's nothin' missin' in my life, then why do these tears come at night?"
I feel her, but I can't relate.
I'd never end up in that state.
What do you do with a difficult grownup?
I thought I changed so much, nobody would notice it, and no one did.
I told everybody I was fine for a whole damn year.
That's the biggest lie of my career.
She's so lucky.
Haven't you heard?
LETTER TO GOD (1998)
Please, God, or whoever you are.
These days I get less calls 'cause no one wants to hear my voice.
I miss the days when I was gettin' texts that I could just avoid.
I've been tryin' to be calm and not pre-emptively destroy.
Every time I'm in the real world, I just end up paranoid.
I don't ever wanna leave him, but I don't think it's my choice.
I'm basking in these moments where I feel a shred of joy.
I don't think my pleas are heard because I'm screaming in the void.
Oh, you've gotta be sick.
Why do you make it hurt, and why's it over so quick?
I'm finally loved.
I finally found somebody I don't wanna get rid of.
You took a little while to respond to my prayer.
Please, God, no, this doesn't seem fair.
I'm tryin' not to show it, but I'm terribly scared.
THE GREAT IMPERSONATOR
No one has to know.
I could always hide.
They don't know I'm lonely.
They don't know I'm kind.
Every single truth I sing once started as a lie.
Does a story die with its narrator?
Surely it's forgotten soon or later.
Hope they spell my name right in the paper.
This is a cry for help.
You can't tell I need it when you’re watchin' from a distance.
#rp sentence starters#rp sentence meme#rp sentence prompts#sentence starters#sentence meme#sentence prompts#lyric sentence starters#lyric starters#music starters#rp meme#rp memes#rp prompts#ask meme#exodusmusing#*mystarters#*tgi
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They're lying in bed; it's half-dark in the bedroom. Dean thinks he could spend eternity like this: with Castiel's chest pressed against his back (yes, Dean's a little spoon, and he's not ashamed), with Cas' arms wrapped around him, like he's the most precious thing in the whole universe.
In the warmth. Safe.
Dean lounges in Castiel's arms for a bit longer, feeling the angel's breath on his neck. Then he turns to face Cas.
“Why do you love me?” Dean asks. He can't help but asks, because he's Dean Winchester, the I-can't-believe-that-you-love-me guy. He needs to know. He closes his eyes and runs his nose lightly over Cas'. This tenderness is small and intimate at the same time. “There are millions of people in the world and you chose me anyway.”
“Dean,” Castiel mutters, and Dean can feel the angel's warm breath settling on his lips.
“Tell me,” he asks without opening his eyes. “I want to know. Please.”
Castiel is silent for a while, making small circles on Dean's back.
“I remember saving your soul from Hell.” He says eventually. “There, in the darkness and terror of the underworld, I held your soul in my hands like a little kitten. You were covered in blood, and there was little humanity left in your eyes. But you know, your soul was still shining like a little sun, despite the nightmare around you. And you thought you deserved to be there. That selling your soul for your brother was the only right thing to do. You fought back in the beginning when I carried you up to the light. You growled and cussed and scratched, but then you... You went quiet, as if you realized something, and you... You cried. You cried and you curled up in my arms, so small and so... Brave. And I guess I somehow already knew then that we are bonded.”
Dean listens, holding his breath. He still hasn't opened his eyes.
“And when I reassembled you, when I placed each of your freckles in its place, I... I didn't understand feelings yet, didn't know anything about it, but I realize now that even then I hoped deep down inside that I would be able to touch your body again someday.”
Castiel puts his palm on Dean's chest, right where Dean's heart is beating loudly, and kisses his chin softly.
“I love everything about you, Dean. People sometimes say that to love is to ignore the worst aspects of a person and exalt their best. But I... I love you for everything. For all the light in you and all the dark in you - though there's much, much more light in you, even if you try so hard to deny it. You care about your family, you care about the world. You have so much love in you, my little human, and you spend it so generously on everyone but yourself that I can't help but love you for it.”
#supernatural#destiel#deancas#dean winchester#castiel#dean is bi#castiel is gay#i love destiel#i will never stop thinking or writing about how bright dean's soul is and how cas loves it#cas carrying dean's soul in his hands is my favorite thing#fanfic#drabble#destiel fic
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Obi-Wan looked up towards the door when he heard the familiar beeping as his access code was put into the datapad outside. It had been so hard to find any time to spend together at all that Obi-Wan had agreed to meet in the middle of the day without a second thought.
“Alright, we have half an hour,” Cody said as soon as the door closed behind him, already beginning to loosen buckles and clips.
“Half an hour?” That was a surprisingly large amount of time, compared to their usual minutes they stole here and there. “What did you tell them?”
“That I needed to use the 'fresher.” Obi-Wan´s raised eyebrows must have been enough of a question, because Cody continued with a shrug, removing his pauldrons in the same movements. “Maybe I had something bad. In fifteen minutes they´ll all start asking each other if anyone else isn´t feeling well.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly.
“I still wish we had more time,” he said wistfully, perched up on his mattress as he watched Cody expertly remove his armor is swift motions. “I´d love to strip that armor off you piece by piece.”
“One day. When we have more time, we will just spend it taking it off and putting it back on again until you've mastered it,” Cody said laughing.
Obi-Wan watched as Cody slid the thigh piece off his leg. “I need to get my hands on one, then I can practice while you're not there.”
“You could've had one, if you'd listened to me,” Cody reminded him.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes in pretended annoyance. Cody was right, as he so often was, but he wouldn't tell him that right now. Right now he was standing in front of him, every piece of plasteel finally removed. His blacks clung to his body like a second skin, accentuating every soft curve and hard edge. He would not risk an argument that would keep Cody out of his bed for a second longer than necessary. Cody pulled on the fabric tightly hugging his chest before letting it snap back.
“On or off?”
“Keep it on,” Obi-Wan said. He had only removed his outer tunic and boots earlier himself. While it was nice, they never had to be naked to feel intimacy. Besides; “peeling it back on later would waste at least another five minutes.” Cody crawled into bed next to Obi-Wan, their arms naturally finding their way around each other. “How much time is left?”
Cody propped his chin up on Obi-Wan´s arm, looking at the little clock on the nightstand there. “Twenty-thee minutes and–” he paused, tapping Obi-Wan´s back in the rhythm of the seconds. “Thirty seconds. I´ll set an alarm.” He reached over, rolling Obi-Wan onto his back in the process. He sighed, but Cody´s weight pressing the air from his lungs turned it into a long exhale. He brought his arms back around Cody, rolling him off him just slightly.
“This is nice,” Obi-Wan said, and a pleased hum agreed with him.
The alarm, though quiet, startled both of them. The passed minutes had felt like hours and seconds at the same time, and if it hadn´t been for the reminder, they could´ve spent days just like that. But instead, Obi-Wan was now closely watching Cody reassemble his armor, as quickly and efficiently as he had removed it. He kissed him goodbye before he left, and not long from now he would greet Cody on the bridge as though they were meeting for the first time that day. He would have to try really hard to not look at all the well-hidden mechanisms of his armor closures and remember how to open each of them.
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A bloody puddle had formed underneath Cody by the time Obi-Wan found him. He dropped to his knees beside him, his hands coming up to hold his face instinctively, and a wave of relief washed over him when Cody´s eyes slowly blinked open. He had trouble focusing, his eyes wandering, but when they finally locked with Obi-Wan´s that´s where they stayed.
“A shuttle is on its way. Where are you hurt?” Obi-Wan asked, trying to calm his voice. Cody shook his head weakly, mouthing something that looked like don´t know. “Alright, everything is going to be fine.” Obi-Wan wasn´t sure if it was Cody or himself he tried to reassure. He started patting down his armor firmly, watching Cody´s face closely for any reaction. “I might need your help here, so stay with me, alright dear?” Cody nodded, a faint smile on his lips as his eyes already threated to fall shut again. “Eyes open,” Obi-Wan said sharply, watching him until they were, before he carefully rolled him onto his side. He began to unfasten the armor, carefully figuring out the different mechanisms. He´d seen Cody do it, he´d even shown him before, but right now his shaking fingers needed a moment before he remembered and started removing the pieces. First the chest, his belt and plackart. He felt the panic rise inside him when none of it revealed a wound. “I can´t find the source of the bleeding. If you could just tell me–” his voice broke.
“I´m sorry. Can´t feel anything,” Cody mumbled. With a huff that seemed to take all the strength he could muster, he continued, “Now you get to remove the armor all by yourself.” Obi-Wan huffed in surprise.
“Definitely not how I imagined it.” He continued with his leg armor, and when he removed the second thigh piece, he finally found it, just underneath the armor piece´s rim. Despite the amount of blood he´d lost it wasn´t a big wound, though something was lodged deep inside it, and Obi-Wan didn´t dare to move it. With a string of fabric he ripped off Cody´s calf, he bound the wound tightly. “You´ll be alright,” he reassured the both of them, exhausted by the wave of relief that washed over him. "You're going to be fine."
And as if on cue, the roar of the incoming shuttle grew louder and louder.
#from the codywan thing im attempting to write#codywan#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#my writing#star wars#tw blood
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A reading of Lonely is the Muse from the perspective of Ashley vs. Halsey (inspired by what h said in a recent interview: ‘Why do I feel like I’m playing Halsey?’ It’s meant to be just a stage name, not necessarily a persona, and I realized at that point it has kind of grown into a persona, which I never really intended for it to.” you can read it here: https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/music-news/halsey-acting-helped-disconnect-stage-name-britney-spears-1235992941/)
So basically I read all the song from the perspective of Ashley talking to Halsey. I’ll explain it verse by verse
I spent years becoming cool
And in one single second you
Can make a decade of my efforts disappear
I’m just waiting at the bar
And you rip open all my scars
By saying something like “didn’t know you were here”
Ashley is saying they spent years becoming “cool”, becoming Halsey maybe? But in a second Halsey can take it all away by denying Ashley has a place at all anymore, like it’s almost as if Halsey is surprised that Ashley is still a presence at all, and it’s not just Halsey anymore
I always knew I was a martyr
And that Jesus was one too
But I was built from special pieces
That I learned how to unscrew
And I can always reassemble
To fit perfectly for you
Or anybody that decides that I’m of use
So, I always knew I was a martyr I interpret as Ashley knowing that her pain is always free to use for Halsey, she’s dying for the sake of the art. The comparison to Jesus I find interesting, and maybe this is a stretch, but seeing as God made Jesus, and Ashley made Halsey, I think it’s interesting that she compares herself to the son instead of to God, because Halsey has become more the more powerful self. The next sequence I find pretty clear, Ashley is saying that they can reassemble themselves, be ever reborn, for Halsey (or anyone else, I’ll get into that in the next verse) to use for art
So where do I go in the process
When I’m just an apparatus
I’ve inspired platinum records
I’ve earned platinum airline status
And I mined a couple diamonds
From the stories in my head
But I’m reduced to just a body
Here in someone else’s bed
Here the apparatus imagery reinforces Ashley’s crisis of identity that there is no space for them in process, they are only something to mine the story from. Inspired platinum records makes me think of both Ashley’s stories being used for Halsey, but also for other people (like the feature with The Chainsmokers? Esp since the links to LITM led to their website?). But in the end she feels reduced to just a body in someone else’s (Halsey’s) bed. She is second place in Halsey’s life, just a body or a story to mine etc.
And I will always be a martyr
I will fill your life with sounds
I'll be a wind chime in the window
Catching light to throw around
And I will tear apart your bedroom
I'll call you in the night
I will exist in every second
Just to decorate your life
And when you're done, you can discard me
Like the others always do
And I will nurse my wounds until
Another artist needs me new
And I will always reassemble to fit perfectly in view
For anybody that decides that I'm of use
Here it switches to anger and also acceptance of the role, a sort of conclusion of all the things I’ve discussed before. Ashley feels like she's just a decoration in Halsey's life, only returned to when she can be used
And I left Lonely is the muse for last, because I think this can have 2 readings. I either read it as [Being] lonely is the muse, so, feeling lonely is what creates the inspiration, or The muse is lonely. Either way, the art comes out of Ashley’s loneliness
I’m honestly not sure if anyone else sees it this way, it can honestly be reverted to switch the roles too, i think, either way, i thought it made for an interesting reading of the material? Idk if it's interesting to anyone else really, but I thought I’d put it here, so yeah
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