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[windup-dragoon]

Celebrity Status 

[life-is-kandepohe]

Need to time travel back to pre - privatisation India

[celestikal-aa]

love when the muse almost doesn't want you to read something lest it makes them explode

[platinumgeek]

Consider this an amuse-bouche.

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#122 IN HEELS-

Navia*In your personal library and coming to find what's new to read when he saw "Y/n's section"...which was a recliner and books open with a still hot tea cup on the coffee table*...House of Birth? A womb with a view?...Anna Placentina?...

Navia*Raises brow*...Why would Y/n have a bunch of books on pregnancy...unless...

Slowly...VERY slowly Navia realizes what this could imply...what you, her found sibling may have done...

Navia*The horror hits too fast and she runs out of the library thru the hallways with the Spina agents...who are thrown off seeing their boss run in panic*aaa-aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!?!?!

Navia is seen running at full speed while screaming, which is shocking.SEVERAL known of the Fontainians along the way...like The Melusine, Lyney Lynette, and Freminet-

Navia*Running STILL at full speed around the city to find the individuals she knows she should know first*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Clorinde*Was having a talk with Furina, Silver, and Melus, A serious one when she stopped and saw her girlfriend racing towards them*!?!

Them:!?!

Navia: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-AAIM GONNA BE A AUNTIE!?!

Them*Each of them thinks you got pregnant with the brothers or the angels*....Y/N IS PREGNANT!?!

All of them: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH?!?!

Spina!Y/n*Was given books on pregnancy by Sigewinne to help her with pregnancies withing the fortress...and to trick put the idea of pregnancy when around Neuvillette-*Man those books are so informative!

Part 3 of :

[luluxa]

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Ahh thank you so much! ❤️‍🔥 Looks like you're enjoying it, which I'm very happy about! 🤭

[steggymus]

lemme just… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

…you know?

[coldfkingbird]

Me doing it by accident while mining on calamity mediumcore: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

new favorite terraria fun fact. happy fun torch time :3

[puyopuyo]

thank you @breezy-bass​!!!!!!!!

my son, 5" new pokemon politoed cute soft plush toy doll/pc3308, has arrived at last!!!!!!!!

[daeva-agas]

*JUMPS UP AND DOWN*

I RANKED IN THE AIZEN EVENT

I GOT THE CG

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BRB SPAZZING

I WONDER IF I’M ALLOWED TO SHARE THE MESSAGE HE SENDS? UUUUUUHUUUUUHUHUHUU

[boxboysandotherwhump]

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I'm going so ferral over this!!!!!

hey had a fight! A fucking fight! No wonder jameson signed up to forget his own guilt. Gosh damn it this night terror was amazing!

Poor jameson! Reciting all of his aweful training. I just wanna huuuuug him! My son.

Ghost Story

Jameson's masterlist (scroll down)

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CW: Traumatized whumpee/PTSD, references to past murder and torture, some dehumanization references, chronic pain, grief, a wee teensy bit of choking at the end

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He fell asleep on the couch with a movie playing, Vincent Shield and Nat settled into armchairs on either side. Shield holds his water bottles like they'll vanish if his knuckles aren't white from the effort, and Jameson had watched him off and on, catching the way one hand shakes a little, the bouncing of his knee. The nearly visible craving for a drink that he tries to drown in juice and water and coffee.

They were there, when the movie started. When he wakes, they're both gone and there's a heavy blanket laid over him. That'd be Nat, always taking a second to do a good thing when she could just ignore it and no one would mind. His crutches are still leaning against the wall, waiting for when he gets up.

He can, vaguely, hear Trash Cat trying to break into a the cabinet in the pantry where her food is kept. The sound of her little paw trying to force it open despite the baby-proofing cabinet lock Nat bought is a constant soft thunk. thunk. thunk. thunk.

"Fuckin' quit it," He groans. The thunking sound briefly pauses.

Rrrrrow? Her little chirp is barely audible, curious and surprised. She must've forgotten he was down here. He hears her tap-tap-tap her way into the doorway, look at him, and then tap-tap-tap her way back to the pantry again.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

His eyes barely blink, working hard to squint and see the time on the clock.

2:45 am.

"Jesus fuck." His voice is a mumble, heavy with his exhaustion, as he rubs a hand over his face. There's stubble around the spaces where scars stay smooth and hairless, the cockeyed lift of one side of his mouth pulled always where a knife had been dragged like cutting cold butter.

Even goddamn better: his legs won't unbend. They stay curled, bent at the knees, throbbing agony down to his toes and up into his hips when he tries to straighten them. He can damn near feel the buckles from the braces he hasn't worn since he stabbed Brute to death. He can damn near hear Robert's echoing, rasping laughter.

He can't walk. He could hardly crawl.

He doesn't want to crawl around like a fucking dog anymore.

Maybe he'll just stay here til dawn. Why the fuck not?

The house is silent around him, with that particular empty weight of a home waiting for its people to bring it back to life come morning. A place between something and nothing, and Jameson isn't enough on his own to fill it.

He's barely a drop in the bucket of what you need to feel alive, at a time like this. Absolutely alone in the darkness, staring up at an old popcorn-style ceiling where a fan spins lazily, barely moving air.

Hey.

His head whips to the side at the voice, wide-eyed, pushing himself up on his elbows, heart pounding. There's someone in the doorway between the entryway and the living room, where Trash Cat had been before, watching him in shadow.

You passed out on the couch again. Gonna go to bed any time soon, or am I going to have to tiptoe around your dumb ass in the morning?

His head hurts. Maybe from having woken up from dreaming at the wrong time, it pulses pain with the same rhythm as his heartbeat, at the throb in his knees. They pull up even tighter, and he has to bite back a whimper he absolutely will not let out.

"... who the fuck-"

Call Mom, by the way. You haven't called her in like a week. She says you have 48 hours or she's calling the cops.

He collapses back against the arm of the couch, breathing slowly. His headache is taking over, wiping everything away but itself. Jameson closes his eyes.

Is he still goddamn asleep?

He counts to ten, breathing more slowly and evenly with each number. Then, on the final, torturously slow exhale, he cracks his eyes open again.

The shadow is still there. It hasn't turned into a person, only sort of smudged outline of one. There's a hint of blue jean seams down the legs, the suggestion of hair very much like his own. Even the glimmer of dim moonlight and streetlight from outside against a pair of hazel eyes.

Not that he can see what color they are from here.

He just... knows.

Just like he knows the taste of that voice, even though he can't remember having ever heard it in his life. It's a taste he's known his entire life.

Did you hear me, dumbass? I said call Mom.

"... who the fuck are you?"

Hey, so, while you're here. It's like he didn't say anything, or like the shadow is acting out the words of a script, not actually present or hearing anything he says. It moves, and Jameson flinches violently backwards only to see a beam of moonlight pass right through it as it goes past him, to the window. One grayish-nothing arm lifts, like peering through the blinds. I wanted to say... fuck. I guess just... sorry. About the other night.

"Wh-what-"

It was stupid. I knew you liked her and I still asked her out. That was really shit of me to do, Johnny, I'm sorry about that. You're just way better than me at getting girls to, like, see you...

"I d-don't know what the fuck you're talking-... who's-"

His head.

The pain is like a flash of lightning, bright white and chilled ice behind his eyes. He can't hold this sound back and whines like a goddamn animal as he curls up, hands up over his head, pressing his palms against his eyelids like somehow he can force the pain out of him if he only tries hard enough. The flashes keep sparking, again and again.

"Oh, God-... oh fuck, jesus-"

I broke up with her anyway. So, like. Sorry. Again. Can we not fight about shit like girls, anyway? I hate it. Who am I supposed to talk to if I can't talk to my brother, you know?

Tears run hot like tracks of sun-soaked water through desert down his cheeks. He's sure they'll leave rising blisters in their wake, as he chokes back one sob, and then another. His heart is twisted up in his throat and his legs are bent and useless, his hands hurt where his fingers are twisted into his hair, yanking at it ineffectually, unconsciously. "Please, it h-hurts, fucking stop-"

It's not your fault, Johnny. I was the idiot, you know? We had a fight, fights happen. I didn't have to leave it like that. I shouldn't have left it like that. Still. You didn't have to leave it like that, either. Takes two to fix a fight, right? You could have apologized, too.

There's a long beat of silence.

His headache starts, finally, to slide somewhere further back in his mind. It's still there, still a throbbing immovable force, but he can just barely manage to open his eyes.

The shadow is an inch away, staring at him.

Why didn't you apologize first?

He flinches backwards again, and the sharp spike feels like ice picks right through his eyes as his back arches, a tense bow of pain everywhere. An electric shock, discipline for the wrong thoughts, false memories clawing their way to the surface.

He hasn't worn a shock collar since training, but his body knows what happens when he remembers the life he left behind.

It punishes him anyway.

Why did you let me walk off by myself in the dark, Johnny?

"No-... no-... I s-signed up, I don't want you, I didn't want you anymore, it was t-too much, fuck, fuck off, fuck you, I didn't want to hurt anymore they promised I wouldn't miss you anymore, go away go away go away they took you out of my fucking head go the fuck away this hurts-"

Everything would be okay if you had stopped me. But you just let me walk away, like an asshole.

The shadow of his dead brother watches him with unsettlingly calm eyes, the thatch of his dark hair, the glint of teeth straightened by years of braces.

You let me walk away angry at you. You let me walk right up to him, didn't you? You never even tried to stop me from leaving. Who would I be if you hadn't let me die?

"Please... please, Hank-"

I was still alive when he threw me in that ditch near the woods, remember? Do you think I was awake? For that last hour or so? Do you think I was conscious? Do you think I was thinking about you?

The shadow of his brother might be smiling.

Do you think that I was still angry when he slit my throat?

Jameson pulls the blanket over his head. He can't think of anything else to do but hide.

The shadow can't find him here. The reality of everything he did, everything that's his fault, can't follow him this far into the warm darkness. The murder he could have stopped by being a better brother just one night out of a thousand belongs to the cold and the light.

It can't find him here.

It's ridiculous and childish and yet the voice goes silent, then, and his tongue goes numb. Seconds tick by, tracked by a clock Nat has on the wall. The quiet is heavy and Jameson fills it with every single thing WRU ever taught him.

His lips move mindlessly. He's never forgotten a single sentence. Every chant, every mantra, every constant repetition of his own lost humanity pushes the reality of what led him to it further and further away.

He keeps his eyes closed tightly, shivers in the chill of a cold white room entirely in his own mind, and whispers I signed up for it for a reason, I signed up for this, I was a slut with no future, I didn't want to be a person anymore, I ruined lives, it's all my fault, I'm better off this way, I don't have to hurt anymore, no one else will die because of me, I was made for this I was made for this I was made for this again and again.

The sense of the shadow watching him doesn't fully fade until he closes his own hands around his throat and tightens just enough to feel like a collar, just enough that he has to fight a little for air.

How long he stays like that, he doesn't know.

But eventually he realizes he can hear Trash Cat again, still trying inexorably to find a way into the cabinet where her food has been maliciously kept away from her need to constantly eat at all hours of the day.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Rrrrrow? Rrrrow. Thunk. Thunk.

He had a nightmare, he thinks.

Thunk.

Some kind of weird-ass dream. Something that tasted like a voice, frightening enough to have his heart beating and his body feeling wrung out and aching, like he was throwing punches in his sleep. Fighting something. Or fleeing from something.

What did he dream about?

There was a shadow, and hazel eyes, and a voice...

Thunk. Thunk.

Trash Cat apparently gives up. He hears her little paws tap-tapping along the floor as she tries her luck at shredding the toilet paper in the bathroom.

The nightmare's gone. He can't remember what was bothering him any longer. Still, his heart races and fear is a cold stone in his stomach. Fear and the sense that he has done something terrible. Something he can never make up for or take back.

He doesn't go back to sleep.

He waits, watching the ceiling fan spin, for the safety of dawn.

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#149...Nosey Fam-

Adam*In your room and came to ask if you wanted a rematch over smash bros to find some books in your bed*...House of Birth? A womb with a view?...Anna Placentina?...

Adam*Raises brow*...Why would my darling princess have a bunch of books on pregnancy...unless...

Slowly...VERY slowly Adam realizes what this could imply...what his favorite child may...have done...

Adam*The horror hits too fast and he runs out of your room through the hallways with the Valkyries...who are thrown off seeing their father run in panic*aaa-aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!?!?!

Adam is seen running at full speed while screaming, shocking...SEVERAL known of the human fighters...then past the gods...neither humans nor gods have EVER seen Adam act like that and many were worried what could have scared him

Adam*Running STILL at Full speed around the arena to find the individuals he knows he should know first*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!?!?!

Eve*Was having a talk with Hera over the phone, watching Cain and Able play on their gameboys*!?!

Cain & Abel:!?!

Adam: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-AAIM GONNA BE A GRANDFATHER!?!

Eve, Cain & Abel* All three of them drop what they were holding *....Y/N IS PREGNANT!?!

The whole family(Tho Eve and Abel screaming with happiness-Adam and Cain screaming in horror): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH?!?!

....Adam is on the hunt-

[instantfake]

i havent said it in a while but ur so pretty it makes me cry thanks for having a face

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[coconutty2002]

https://youtu.be/4SfV_CEQ9uE

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[rollinggirlrunahika]

(( I NEED ANOTHER TRON MOVIE DAMMIT!! I LOVED LEGACY SO MUCH AND I WAS SO FUCKING EXCITED WHEN IT WAS CONFIRMED FOR 3D!! AAAAAAHHHHH REWATCHED IT THIS MORNING AND-- AND-- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

GODDAMMIT TRON!! I SWEAR TO GOD HE BETTER BE BACK IN KH3 BECAUSE I WANT HIM BACK!! PROBABLYWON’THAPPENBUTSTILL!! ))

[lethargicthylacine]

I am 100% in love with this man I don’t care if he kicks puppies in his free time I love him and that’s that