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i wonder how would a 09 nikprice and 19 nikprice meet up would go. maybe 19 nik would swoon from 09 price being a one big unhinged mf lol
09Price: *existing*
19Nik: 😱
19Price: Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.
In all truthfulness, I know a lot more about 09 Nikolai than I know about 09 Price, because I'm using some of 09 Nikolai's backstory for Skin and Bones. Like, I know Reboot Nik was recruited by MI6 while he was stationed at Copenhagen and accusations were never proven, but what if The Colonel (as he's codenamed in Sergeant Price's briefing) had to be rescued from execution after he expresses dissatisfaction? And so starts the love story... (read: Nik takes one look at Baby Price and wants to smooch him so bad that he turns informant. The power of Prussy.)
#anon answers#captain john price#cod nikolai#nikprice#prussy so good you commit treason for it#amirite?
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Could we have an alternative version of part 2 to lies? I crave pure angst, maybe reader doesn’t forgive him?
Lies Pt 2 Alternative Ending
You started to pack your things as Simon came home.
A/N: Oh yeah, I love the angst as well. Hehehe evil idea 😈 We love the angstttt! But here it is anon, hope it fulfills its expectation.
“I think I seen this film before and I didn’t like the ending.”
Warnings: angst, literally PURE fucking depression, not a happy ending, trauma, childhood trauma
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You were packing. You couldn’t be in this god forsaken area anymore. You couldn’t look without seeing him. Seeing his face everywhere. Seeing your team. You were done. Done with everything. Your eyes burning with tears and your heart burning with anger. That was the first thing you did once opening this apartment door.
Simon knew what was coming next, he knew once you left the room. Price let him go in hopes everything would be fixed. Instead he came home with shit all over and you pacing. “Let’s talk please.” He begged watching you grab belongings.
You didn’t say anything as you pulled bags and cases, stuffing them. You couldn’t believe he even came here, yes you both lived here. But you didn’t want to see or even hear him. A week before he faked his iconic death, this was both of your home. A home that you could come back to. Feeling safe. Now darkened. You grabbed clothes piling them quickly next to a case. Simon’s heart raced quickly as more things started to pile up. “Please just hear me out.” He said stepping in front of you.
You froze, your lips trembling, anger bubbling up through your veins. “Move.” You ordered, he stood his ground.
“Where will ya go? Let’s just talk please.” Simon said trying to keep himself from holding you.
He fucked up bad, the realization setting in. Noticing the apartment disarrayed even before you grabbed your things. He realized how fucked up you were when he was gone. Bottles of liquor scattered, food and dishes piled in the kitchen. Simon was trying to calm himself, trying to get you to settle. To talk. To save the both of you.
“My parents live in the US,” You said moving passed him. Simon shook his head. “I already have a fucking plane. I already paid for all the bags I will use. I am going.”
Simon shook his head again. “No ya don’t have to go back to the states.”
You laughed, like it was a joke. Maybe it was. “You should have thought about that before you selfishly left.”
Simon laughed this time. “Selfishly, it was to protect the team. You!”
You snapped your head over to him. “ME! You are fucking joking Simon, this is all some sick fucking joke between you and boys huh,” Simon kept shaking his head as you fully turned around. “You lied you fucking lied! And it’s not some fucking lie that you can just brush underneath a neat fucking rug Simon! Do you realize how fucking serious this is?”
“Ya I do, I realize that! I had no choice it was a fuckin’ order! It was to get Samson out of hiding! It was the best choice!” Fuck. That’s not what he meant.
“Best fucking choice! There was other choices?!” You yelled, lifting your hands to your face.
“No there wasn’t there was no…”
“Bull shit! All this is bull shit! We were suppose to be a team Simon! A team! Instead you decided to play fucking hero! You decided that it was okay to play around with your foot soldiers and with the fucking captain! Everyone knew! Not including me of course! You wanted a fucking show! All of you!” You yelled flipping your body around stuffing a bag.
He walked up to turn you around. “I didn’t want it!”
You pushed him off getting in his face. Tears running down your face, anger written all over your face. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me. You lost that the moment you fucking died.”
Simon stared into your eyes for moment. His heart tearing itself apart. “I can’t loose you,” He whispered, his own tears brimming his eyes. “We can fix this.”
He saw the internal battle. Your eyes soften then you blinked it away. Your Ghost shielding your innocents. Just how his Ghost shielded Simon. “No Simon this can’t be fixed. You can’t fix this. What if I killed myself? You know how guilty you would have felt?”
“That’s not fair.” He mumbled, thinking about if that route turned. If that route happened. Seeing you pale, cold. Gone. Simon would have felt guilty, would have gone off the rails. He caused that pain.
You got up closer to his face. “It’s only fucking fair, that’s how much pain I was in. I would have hated to see you in that pain,” You gasped trying to hold back a sob. You pressed your finger against his chest. “The funny thing is Simon you didn’t care. But I would have.”
Simon glared pushing your finger off. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” He stepped back rolling his eyes.
“I don’t need words to know how you fucking feel Simon.” You snapped back.
“You would have done the same thing! If it meant to protect me!” Simon argued. He tried to collect himself, feeling the guilt taking over his veins.
You raked your fingers through your hair, laughing. “You are just getting more and more funnier Simon! I would have chose US, I would have found a different way! I would have argued! I would never ever put you in a situation like you went through with your fucking family!”
Simon consciously stepped back. He waited for a apology or a change in your demeanor that you didn’t meant to bring up his family. “This is where you apologize.” He said.
“Apologize? I know how much pain that brought you and I’m sorry for that but it seems like to me in order to get into your fucking mind. Is to relate it to that. You were my family. You were my person. But you died. You are dead to me.” You mumbled, you wanted to apologize, you knew the darkness behind his past but…how else could you tell him how you felt.
Simon could feel Ghost’s hands grabbing at him. Pulling him into a secure place. “That was fucking different. They were taken away from me without comin’ back.”
You shook your head. “Yeah but that would have been the same for me. You were gone, I couldn’t do fucking anything about it.”
Simon just stood there, the silent of the apartment now building. Everything was falling apart. Simon felt himself closing up, just like you closing up. The trust broken. The happy memories being plagued into this one. The happy home, that was called a home turning into a empty home. “Choices have consequences,” You said zipping up a bag. “Ironic that it was something you said.”
Simon didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He wanted to fix it, do something but it seemed like you were done. With no fighting for it. “Please.” He begged one more time, hoping that this was a nightmare or that you would stop and agree.
However more things started to disappear and bags being brought out next to the door of the apartment. “Simon I can’t. You broke a promise that I don’t know if you can ever keep. Work will always come first with you. Which is you. But me I can’t go through a lie like that again and I can not trust you to not do it again.”
Ghost stood there, jaw clenching, everything turned off. Simon now gone letting Ghost take over. “If there isn’t trust then fine,” He said walking towards the door. “Then leave don’t expect me pickin’ up when you call.”
You scoffed. “Don’t worry Ghost,” Ghost’s heart pinged with pain from you changing his name. You noticed the change in demeanor immediately, you seen him do it over and over during missions. Protecting Simon from the awful things he had to in the line of work. “You won’t get a call.”
Ghost looked over his shoulder to see you watching him leave. Seeing the tears. Seeing the pain. The tears and pain that he caused. Nothing can be fixed. This can’t be fixed. Ghost wanted to go back in time and tell Price to fuck off, that there could have been a different way. The only thing Simon was happy with, the only thing that made him not feeling like a ghost. A monster.
The look in your eyes when he walked through the door made him feeling a monster again. Made him know that he fucked everything up. Made you look at him with no love or adoration but hate and denunciation. He never seen that look towards him.
Watching him stay at the door made you want to reach out. Made you want to forgive. Made you want to try. However you were tired, you felt betrayed. The memories of both you laughing in this apartment being erased into this. Tears and anger. Broken hearts. “Good I don’t wanna hear from ya again. Ya better be gone by the time I get back.” With that he slammed the door behind him.
You stood there for a moment, waiting for him to come back in. You fell to your knees placing your hands over your eyes. You sobbed you shook from all the emotion that prowled through you. You wanted this but why did it hurt so fucking much? Why did you want to chase after him? Hold him? When was the last kiss? When was the last love you?
Ghost stood outside of the door for a couple of minutes listening to your sobs. He fought the urge to go back in to hold you but you made your mind up. You were done. So he was done. Simon couldn’t fight it anymore, he can’t convince a mind that has already been made up. He stood there for a moment looking at the door before walking away.
You were never the same after that. You worked with your parents but you weren’t the same woman you were. They noticed that your demeanor was darker. Less happy.
Simon was never the same either. The team noticed his demeanor changed, he wasn’t Simon, it was Ghost. Only Ghost, he was cruel, and closed up. His heart turning right back into an icy cold one. Always would be away from everyone after missions. Burying himself into work.
Both you never saw each other again. Nor were you the same.
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pokes your eyes with a stick
WHY……
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To answer your question about Eddie's age. It wasn't confirmed that Eddie was a teen dad until later in the show and we didn't know what his birthday was until I believe season 6 when Eddie took Chris to the cemetery and they had Shannon's birthday and death day on her headstone. She was born October 16, 1992, which means Eddie was probably born between August 1992 - December 1992 (his fandom wiki page says 1992 which is why I say between August and December if he and Shannon were in the same grade).
And Buck's birth year hasn't been officially established in canon, but they've said his age before so we know he was either born in 1991 or 1992. Realistically, he very much could be older than Eddie.
As for why fandom used to put Eddie as older than Buck - I think most people made Eddie the same or similar in age to Ryan similar to Buck being the same/similar in age to Buck.
Thank you!
#anonymous#💛 anon#anon answers#eddie diaz#911 abc#buddie#evan buckley#911#911 on abc#buck x eddie#buddie 911#911 show
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just gonna dump this here
-- The Towers of Alton
TY ALTON I LOVE WHEN U TALK TOO :3 !!
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Do you have any advice on writing FFXIV dialogue to sound in universe? I get nervous trying to write for characters in game, but the vernacular does not come naturally despite playing the game for years dkhgf
If you don't feel like the vernacular comes naturally, there are a few things you can do to get more comfortable with it. One thing is just rewatching cutscenes - voiced cutscenes - with your chosen character, and paying careful attention to how they speak. I specify voiced cutscenes because for me, actually HEARING speech is crucial for internalizing a character's "voice." Obviously, paying attention to written dialogue is important too, but I'd start with listening.
Another thing I often do when I feel stuck is use the "translate" method. What do you want the character to say? Write it how you personally would say it. Then, run it through an internal "NPC translator." What might you need to change or adjust? Are there certain words they would use instead of what you chose? Maybe they're way more verbose than you are - or less! Are they super formal? Do they have a particular accent? How might you need to communicate that accent in your writing?
That's sort of a long-winded explanation, but this is probably my best advice when it comes to writing dialogue that fits the setting but that still feels/sounds/reads natural. Start with communicating the message - core dialogue - then translate. This is much better than staring at blank pages because you can't think of what words to use from the get-go.
For certain NPCs, this process will be more complex than others (coughs Urianger). However, no matter what I think it helps to think of it this way, especially if you feel stuck.
Thank you so much for asking, I appreciate you thinking of me as a resource :) I hope this helps!
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You bore us?! Ha! You are amazing! Long fics and short fics we care not. You are a really good writer who weaves beautiful words! Never ever doubt yourself!!!! Do you hear me?!!! Thank you for listening💐
😭😭😭Anon thats so nice of you to say!! Thank you, I really needed to hear this!! I get so self-conscious when I'm writing thinking that I don't emphasize the reader and character's relationship enough, or I make the fics unnecessarily long. I think it's cause I always want every piece to be perfect
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Someone tagged a bunch of trees near the campfire...it wasn't you, was it?
"Golly, I couldn't say that would be something I'd do..."
#nea karlsson#dead by daylight nea#ask blog#askbox open#dbd nea#dbd nea karlsson#dead by daylight#anon answers
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It happened after! Feyre was pissed he didn’t tell her his plan that he knew would definitely kill him and made him swear he wouldn’t do it again and leave her alone. So. That makes ACOSF even worse since she explicitly stated she didn’t like that he kept things from her. 😬
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Anon who asked about the death pact here is your real answer.
Rhys dies -> comes back-> realises he almost legally left everything to an illiterate, once human, 19 year old whose ego he'd stoked to narcissistic levels so she could commit international crimes for him -> binds his life to hers so she never actually gets any power without him there
It maybe the only politically smart thing he's done
Anon who sent this.
He's kept things from her since the beginning. She didn't know why she almost got eaten by the Weaver til after. Same with knowing they were mates thing.
I'm sure he promised to be honest with his "equal" after that. And Feyre got angry for 5 seconds then forgave him. So it's not surprising that he literally does it again and again after that.
What's she gonna do? Break up with him?? Lol no cause literally has nothing and no one outside of him and just to hammer that home, Nesta is the one who gets punished not Rhys. But what about the IC for keeping the secret from her? She cannot control his family the way he controls hers.
He has no equal. ACOSF was just the natural progression of their story.
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Can you draw Izaack x robertsky? If you want of corsé
Doesn't sound bad, actually! Nightmare form or neighbor form?
#abomination was here#excellent question really#I don't mind doing requests at all!#psychicvoidtale ask#anon answers#that's not my neighbor
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any future plans for any johnnie works? 🖤🩶🤍
I have a few ideas. I have one started actually, but I’m keeping it a secret 👀
#samandcolby-ownme#Johnnie Guilbert#sam and colby#one shots#updates#anon#answered anon#anon answers#anon answered
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Would Reader substitute for Percy Jackson as the child of Poseiden? Cause I've always wanted to be a female version of Percy Jacksons, lol! Or another one of the big three? I hate Zeus but being a child of Zeus would be epic! And you can never go wrong with Hades!
Damn, being actually the female or gender neutral version of Percy would be just epic, and you know it could actually fit while getting into the whole trouble the face in the first series.
I don't like Zeus but I agreed would be epic and Hades... It's just that I think that Hades could be a better father than his brothers and actually give Reader or Wanda whatever they wanted/needed.
Now this only makes me think of Calypso but perhaps... In the form of Natasha or Carol?
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dont you think about me anymore?
If I knew who you were, i would give you a proper answer. I don’t know who you could be!
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8,17,21
8: So, I have considered this question before a couple of times…only thinking about the far future, but the only way I can see myself getting a tattoo is if it’s for a good reason. For example, if a family/friend passes away. But even then, I don’t really see myself getting tattoos.
17: hmm…this is a hard one. But, realistically, I would have to say my great uncle Bob. Even though he died before I was born, I have this sense that we would have been great friends. He was very flamboyant and out there- he was one of the best divorce attorneys in the country. He was funny, intelligent, and caring, and his license read “TNTATTY” for Dynamite attorney. So- yeah, I think about what the world would be like if he was still here.
21: what I love most about myself? Y’know, I love a lot many things about myself, (��) but one that’s always worked to my advantage is my solid worldview. I’m completely aware that I’m pretty insignificant, we all are. On this speck of dust floating through the void of space. Anyways, I tend to keep things relatively logical, (but not boring) and I like really that.
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happy labour day!!
but im not going into labor
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You’re an amazing writer! I love LITL. Thank you for your creation!
OMG thank you so much, don't mind me sobbing
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