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adler x f!bell
summary: adler gets up for a morning cigarette. or tries to. read on ao3
tags/cw: established adlerbell, f!bell, she/her pronouns, bell is russian, fluff, light angst, no plot, drabble, smoking mention, kind of domestic i guess, bo6 adler so he's a little soft, pre-bo6 but post-panama, cw references galore, dog imagery as is synonymous w adlerbell atp, author has adhd and goes on prosaic rambles in lieu of an actual plot. this fic could have been an email?? sorry wc: 3.1k
a/n: bwuhhh this was just an excuse to write self indulgent soft morning adlerbell at the rook while i work on my actual pre-bo6 adlerbell rook fic when i have the energy . no plot, lots of rambling, once again kind of just a thinkpiece on their relationship now adler's an old fossil. idk she was doing nothing being left in my notes app ajdkhjkasjk
He reckons sheās needier these days, more than she ever used to be back in Berlin.
Sometimes he wonders if itās just his age that makes him feel that way; that perhaps she hasnāt changed at all, and instead itās the dust settling on his bones, rusted shrapnel over the years snagged in the joints and sinews, that makes him feel sluggish in comparison. Itās the first time in his life since Livingstone brought up the CIAās desire for moreĀ sprightlyĀ recruits that he wonders- is he struggling to keep up?
Their reunion after all these years was a messy one: a scrap in an indistinct bar, bloodied knuckles split and bruises welted dark blue, the white of his eye burst red, the curve of her jaw swollen for a good week. Fresh after Panama. As soon as she caught wind of what happened sheād picked up his trail barely a week after he arrived in Bulgaria. Had she come to kill him? He doesnāt know. It isnāt as if sheād confess to it even if she had, and maybe he had it coming anyway. It stopped mattering at all the second the fight had descended into the alleyway, wrestled onto their backs against the cobblestone, where hands had found throats and then jaw, waist, hip, and everything else. Punches had calmed to caresses, curses to kisses, and somehow heād found himself patching her up back at the Rook, his stray dog come home to him, like old times.
Sheād eased herself back into his life easily enough then. Simple and unspoken. Or, rather, wedged her foot back in the door well enough that he couldnāt shut her out again, even if heād wanted to (as if he hadnāt always kept it ajar all these years just to let her in, never closed, never closed). Never a word for what they are, what they have, the routine theyāve slipped almost effortlessly back into again- that hasnāt changed since the old days- and yet he doesnāt find that it robs it of meaning whatsoever.
If anything, it makes it something rare, special, his diamond in the rough, glinting sea glass washed a perfectly chiselled bead upon the shore. Just as sheād crashed along with the tide as time brought her back to him, he picked her up, tucked her gently back into that place she belonged, in between the rib and vertebrae, nestled inside him all to steady the beat of his restless heart. Her alone enough to settle the frantic, ceaseless palpitations heās suffered nightly, sinceā¦ Solovetsky? He thinks? The dull gnawing in the back of his mind all those years in between, that wasnāt sure if he was more frightened for her inevitable return or her disappearing forever, slipping through his fingers back to sea again.
He supposes it doesnāt matter anymore. That was then, and now seemed to fare much nicer.
Now, she rolls sweet and placid onto her back against the mattress, limp as a daisy in rain, soft body bowing to his careful manhandling; heās itching for a smoke, aching for his vice the second he awoke, hours too early for his alarm. He lifts her off him delicately, almost methodical as he starts with her arm, the heavy loll of her head, her shoulder. Like defusing a bomb, heād joked once, a comparison sheād only proven right by her explosive reaction to it.
Itās an odd feeling, though, the calm where there had once been nothing but war between them, the quiet, the warmth upon his chest now fading where sheād laid her head after he came back last night- backĀ home, back toĀ her- and itās in moments like these, just mere glimpses of normalcy, that makes him wonder what could have been his life, theirs, had things not happened the way they did. MK Ultra, Berlin, Solovetsky. Perseus. Then again, he supposes, if she hadnāt been shot in Trabzon that night, if she hadnāt been there at all, then he wouldnāt have known sheād even existed. This mundane moment lost to time like everything else.
She murmurs in her sleep, spurred to wakefulness when the mattress lifts and groans at his absence, her eyes squinting through the sliver of morning light bleeding through the gap in the curtains; even when sheās completely out of it, she doesnāt miss a thing. Heās never exactly been the paragon of stealth when he excels at everything else, but even if every factor in the world had worked in his favour- if the beaten mattress wasnāt so rusted, if the ancient floorboards didnāt squeal underfoot when he stood up, if there wasnāt a constant draft on his side of the room that hit her as soon as he moved- nothing would have stopped her from registering his absence, clawing to fight off sleep just so she had an excuse to grouse at him. Ever his stubborn girl.
āMmā¦ where yāgoingā¦?ā
Adler smiles to himself, flat but genuine, stifled by the lethargy that hangs over his head heavy as an anvil. Her accent so thick in the early hours it hardly sounds like English at all. Heās half tempted to reply in Russian, just to see if her cottonmouth tongue latches quicker to that instead.
But he doesnāt, just lingers in the doorway leading out to the hall, feeling only a little guilty for letting in the cold. It rather satisfies him instead to see her shiver and pull the blankets further over herself, keeping her right where he wants her. Right where he needs her, so he knows sheāll still be there when he comes back.
āSmoke,ā is all he says, rattling the crumpled pack for her to hear.
Sheās half coherent when she grumbles, English sandwiched between RussianĀ endearments. Cussing him out.
āYācan smoke in hereā¦ mādonāt mind. Come back to bed.ā
Something tugs at his heart, almost foreign, vague. Something he only feels when she digs her claws in him just like that, even if only to graze. Itās the same certainty as when he wraps his finger around a trigger, pulls a pin, wrenches his hand around the hilt of a knife- unspoken, inevitable. The drop of a guillotine, inexorably quick. A certainty that verges on frightening, a promise, which heās never been good at keeping, but knows she means wholeheartedly, down to her marrow. Possessiveness, he thinks- (is it irony, now, how often he finds her fist wrapped around the leash he doesnāt even notice heās wearing?)- people not in their line of work, those with nice houses and desk jobs and white picket fences, heās heard, call that feelingĀ belonging. To be beckoned like that. Home.
Itās her demand that he stays. Hardly a question. And Bell doesnāt beg.
Heās sure that in her spitefulness, if heād had a trigger phrase just like hers, sheād spit it at him ātil he turned heel and crawled back on over to her, slid under the sheets like an apology scrawled onto a note and tucked under the door. Itās a near enough thing- the way her bleary eyes fix on him vengefully through matted lashes, searing her betrayal into him. Every morning he gets up before her, it seems to say:Ā you left me. A petulant notion, only half serious, but one cold enough that it almost works. Frigid. Familiar. Arctic air.
It works a little at least-Ā getting soft in your old age- because he lugs himself back over to the bed and just stands by it, refusing to give her the satisfaction of quiet victory if he climbs back inside. She stretches a languid arm flat across the mattress, rolling catlike onto her stomach, splaying her fingers in the hopes that she might somehow pull him back in to her. She manages a knuckle grazing his knee, before she gives up, pulled under by sleep once more. Head slumped against the pillow, she muffles her disdain.
But Adler is nothing if not at least a little amenable. If heās sweet on anyone, itās his Bell. His baby. Hard to let a thing like that go, when she was quite literally made for him. Made by him, in his image. Scraped marrow from rib like Adam, caulking the hole Arash shot through her chest and bestowed life upon her once more. Heās happy to have a piece of himself broken off and left inside her, a tithe tossed to the slab of her altar. The fracture of his soul a discarded lamb in sacrifice, sustaining the sick hunger that starves her.
It keeps them inseparable, he thinks. Heād read something somewhere, pretentious shlock about strings of fate and those bound to it- romantic crap shmucks use to justify ugly marriages and affairs, the suffering of co-dependency given some transcendent meaning, a purpose greater than the mundane. The notion that two people, by whatever higher power, are bound to one another no matter what they do to separate themselves of it, tethered from their first breath and suffering an endless togetherness until their last. Heād rolled his eyes the first time heād heard of it- there wasnāt a world where heād be enough of a sap to actually buy into that shit. Maybe his ex-wife mightāve been fond of it, maybe it was something she wrote into one of the letters he kept under his bunk back in āNam. He doesnāt know.
But Bell made himĀ understandĀ it. Heād dug a grave in her when he denied her her own on that airstrip in Turkey, and he buried himself in it, over and over again. His memories, his life, his voice ringing like Godās. His favourite things, treasured, secret. His fears and doubts and worries, every little thing that made up the culmination of his being. It was never just Vietnam he put there. It was everything. Sheās half himself, a faded mirror image. It only makes sense that theyād find each other again, eventually. Sheād walk the earth, stalking like a bloodhound trailing his dried scent until she found him. Sheād roam the endless nights, a ghost shivering their old haunts until he meanders his way back to her again, pulled along by a gnawing ache inside himself- a missing piece heād seek the rest of his life to fill. She could track him blind. And he would feel her coming, like blood in the water. He did. He did.
Itās that tether that makes it impossible not to relent to her, when he kneels down next to the bed, knee joint cracking under his weight, the mottled floorboard doing nothing to steady him. Itās her, when she has enough leverage now to close the distance between her fingers and the collar of his shirt, curled inside the bleached cotton, fist wrenched tight. The seam digs into the back of his neck but he doesnāt let her pull him to her; he waits, making her work for it. The satisfaction that tends to follow when she does is usually worth her ingratiation.
She drags herself across the mattress, using his body as an anchor. Heavy and boneless, she lays right at the edge of the bed where he kneels, her nose nudging at his jaw as she turns, belly up like prey. Too easy a kill, he knows that. Sheās gloating. The fact heād come back at all means sheās got him right where she wants.
āCāmere,ā she murmurs gently, saccharine, cloying. Heās surprised it doesnāt make her gag- the pretend domesticity of it all. Dragging her dried lips, smiling, against the underside of his jaw, her fingers sliding idle up the back of his neck, arm slung around his shoulder like sheās expecting to be carried out.
He humours her with a smirk, his blues nearly grey in the dim dark of the room as she mouths at him, vying for his attention. Itās as much a demand as her words had been, sharp as her tone as she nips at his jaw. Adler sighs, as though turning his face to gaze down at her were something laborious, and not the blessing he counts on every finger, every day, seemingly numbered since Panama. He tuts, and it says,Ā what am I going to do with you?
But if his condescension was an attempt to dissuade her advances, it doesnāt work, because she sees right through his playful faƧade, and the wry smile that unfurls sleepy on her lips betrays her excitement, the sifting of her legs under the sheets audible as she squeezes them together.Ā Needy. She knows he notices.
āNot gonna work, Bell,ā he hums dryly. Yet he steals this moment of her surrender, his eyes flitting to every feature of her face. He doesnāt need to commit her to memory, sheās dug in there like a tick. But God, if he doesnāt like to look at her. He brings a rough hand down against her temple, smoothing the baby hairs back, eliciting a satisfied sigh from her as her eyes slip shut. Her head falls back against the pillow, anticipating a kiss he doesnāt give her.
āCāmon. Back to sleep. Iāll be ten minutes.ā
āFive.ā
āBell.ā
āFive minutes.ā
Adler sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his eyes shut.
āCāmon,ā she croons, āfive minutesā¦ nāthenā¦ā
He thinks sheās fallen back asleep, the way her sentence carries off like that into silence. But when he opens his eyes sheās blinking prettily up at him, looking far too satisfied. Just as he opens his mouth to ask why, he feels the warm press of her hand against his knee, sliding up his thigh, fingertips tugged impishly at the sweatpants heād haphazardly thrown on. Heās lightning quick to catch her, fingers circling her wrist; where the darting action might scare a weaker person it makes Bellās eyes light up like stars, enamoured with his roughness. Excited. The way only she could be, eager pup biting at his ankles for a reaction.
āBehave,ā he scolds, giving her knuckle a cursory smack before releasing her. That must finally be enough to spoil her fun, because she huffs, growling low in her throat, and rolls back over, burrowing herself deeper into the blanket than sheļæ½ļæ½d begun.
Itās always a game to her, one she doesnāt much like losing. He canāt blame her for it. Itās always been that way. Back in Berlin, heād taught her to play poker the proper way, theĀ AmericanĀ way- whatever that meant- her downfall eternally being the fact she couldnāt bluff for shit around him. And it wasĀ justĀ him- sheād caught on quick to the play, and had triumphed a couple times against Sims and Lazar; Park had refused to indulge the game, and Woods wiped the floor with the lot of them, even Adler. But with him, Bell just couldnāt lie. He was carved from marble, impassable- what heād been trained to do. And she was a piece chipped off his softest part, malleable- of course heād catch every minute twitch and wince, the flitting of wet lashes, the purse of an uncertain lip. She always told him the truth even with her eyes, her heart bore on her sleeve. It almost always felt like cheating. After all, it was what she was made for, wasnāt it?
And this felt much the same way. Not as strict as the luck of dealt hands and stifled poker faces but sheās never said or done anything to him she doesnāt mean. After he missed the shot in Solovetsky, all cards were strewn on the table. There was no mystery anymore. No joy taken in a good old fashioned backstab when the real damage was done, much too late to rectify. Maybe thatās why she makes it her personal goal to poke and prod and tease him now, chasing her fun in her own way, a decade late. Suppose itās why she hates when he doesnāt just drop the cool attitude and give in.
He rises from the floor, that same knee joint clicking again. Where she might have mumbled a curt jibe about it, sheās silent, sulking into the pillow.
But just as he goes to leave, Adler stops at the door, a foot out into the hallway, the rest of him still stuck here, stuck on her. He sees a similar image in the back of his mind, of her laid upon the gurney in Die Landebahn, halfway into the back room with a syringe in hand when for one single moment of sobriety it dawned on him, what heād been doing to her. Nothing like guilt, but it came close. Tinged with the regret of something so shameful as affection, Cupidās arrow dipped in kerosene, shot straight through his heart; to come out the other side, to let him survive, to let him have this, here, her, now. And itās a torture to have lived it, to know he doesnāt deserve a lick of it. The soft rise and fall of her breath beneath the blanket. Her hair splayed upon his pillow. She buries her nose deep in the old goose feather to try and keep him where heās left her. Hold him close even when heās gone.
The decadeās done much to him. Heād put on a couple pounds, had to start plucking the errant greys flecking his hairline, begun to wake most mornings with a tell-tale crick in his neck. Heās learned to relax that hard line in his brow, drawn too deep to reverse the evidence of age; let himself laugh a little easier, surprised people with his newfound ability to actually smile. Heās lost a lot, gained half as much. Heād been through hell and back, worse maybe than what he did to her- his karma, he supposes. And he supposes the decadeās made him soft, sentimentality creeping in to nestle somewhere he canāt reach, hidden inside himself with all the other things he doesnāt talk about. And he supposes of everything heās lost, he has Bell again, and all things considered- itās a fair trade.
He sucks in a breath, a sigh made audible for her to hear. Even as she feigns sleep, he knows she catches it, a flinch of her shoulder- where the shot he missed had landed in lieu of her head. In Solovetsky.
Then, Adler sighs, followed by a promise that feels to her like a confession.
āFive minutes.ā
And when the door clicks shut, Bell steals herself a little victory smile.
#idk what this is but i love them#this was v self indulgent and might be nonsense to everyone else bc like nothing happens but . yeah#actually left this in my notes for a couple weeks came back to finish it and forgot i wrote adler thinking 'his baby' about bell and wept#love having adhd forgetfulness sometimes bc i get hurt by my own writing like i didnt write the damn fic#i love adlerbell. a normal amount#my writing#adlerbell#adler#russell adler#adler x bell#russell adler x bell#adler x reader#russell adler x reader#call of duty#call of duty fanfic#call of duty x reader#call of duty black ops 6#call of duty cold war#call of duty black ops cold war#cod#cod bo6#cod bocw#cod cw#adbell
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celebratory dedf1sh drawing because she is not ded she is real
#you have no idea how excited i was when she was revealed#it was like āwoah dlc lookin GOODā#to "HOLY SHIT IS THAT MOTHERFUCKING DEDF1SH IN THE ELAVATOR#so happy to see her in game now#ik sanitisation isnt rllly a theme thus far in side order but i felt like drawing it#oh i actually need to tag now#dedf1sh#acht#acht splatoon#while sometimes i wish splatoon used original japanese names i do quite like her localised name! just gonna take a bit of getting used to#anyway stop rambling in tags back to actual tags#mizuta ahato#ahato#dedf1sh splatoon#splatoon 3#splatoon 3 side order#splatoon fanart#splatoon
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birthday boy š
#river dipping#theodore doe#matthias evanoff#a burning house to live in#echthroi#ts4#ts4 edit#simblr#ts4 screenshots#theo i hope you're having the most insane birthday sex rn i hope it's ******** and ***** and ***'** **** *** **** ***** :)<3#sorry i put off making your birthday edit for so long that i had to pivot and post this edit instead of the one i wanted </3#...very funny how similar this is to that LAST render i posted... well so WHAT!! if i think matthias looming is sexy!!#this is based on a photo that everyone was drawing their ocs as so really it's not MY fault he's back there clinging and being a freak#actually if y'all want this pose lmk... i'll share it but fyi it's only meant to be seen from the waist up and idk how it'd look#on a sim that doesn't have the same muscle mass and like. bulk. that matthias has......................................#just got rock hard after typing that... anyway.#HAPPY BIRTHDAY THEO <333333333 LOVE YOU SO MUCH I PROMISE I'M GONNA KEEP WORKING ON THE //ACTUAL// BIRTHDAY EDIT!! like .#posted abt this on the sideblog but the real edit i have planned for him is making me lose my fucking gourd#and it'll probably take me :))) a few more days to figure out#expect a depressing theo-as-a-teenager edit eventually tho. with writing!! accompanying it!!#matthias's face has changed again btw š i redid it almost immediately after i posted that first render attempt so he looks DIFFERENT!!#i posted screenshots of him in cas just the other day on my other acc and he looks so good in them i might post them here too#oh and!! this edit looks massively different than my last because this screenshot was taken with a new preset i made specifically for#the real birthday edit i'm working on... it's a hallway scene so i figured out depth and density to get this really cool fog effect#i'm really excited for it!! in my head the way it looks makes me crazy but idk if i can pull it off properly. but like i WAS SAYING!!#new preset is sooo sexy after i post this i'll reblog with the before and after to show you how good it looks even w/o any editing#like. the colors....... literally have always wanted a preset like this i'm so glad i spent yesterday fucking around with it#ALSO!! i've been doing those oc/ship dynamic templates for fun recently so i might post a few of them here soon#realize i'm rambling so much in these tags bc i haven't been here in forever kfjnkfjhn ummmmm. let me stop.#EVERYONE WISH THEO HAPPY BIRTHDAY RIGHT NOW š«µā¼
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medic tf2 doodles?!?!?? in this economy!???!?!? (art from yesterday)
most gentle and sweet middle aged german man in the whole entire world smile vs planning to swap all of your organs with a series of interconnected frogs smile
a doodle i did of Medic and Archimedes.... he looks too round in this drawing, not smug and evil enough..... also Mitzi from the RAE appearance :D
i LOVE the voicelines Medic has with Haunted Archimedes, he's not disturbed or even slightly put off by the fact that his zombified dove is 1. talking and 2. has a violent and constant craving for brains. he's just like. being a slightly irritated pet owner about it. he's just like "ugh yes archimedes vants all zhe brains doesn't he. now shut up". also i think this is the most on-model medic drawing i've ever done wtf
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 medic#medic tf2#archimedes tf2#mitzi mozzarella#doodles#sketches#sketch#also um. please no thirst comments in the tags. /srs#i feel incredibly uncomfortable with comments like that and i don't want those things being said about my art#and i feel like it might happen here so like. please don't do that thanks š#man i love drawing medic. he's actually so fun to draw and i love giving him the most insane expressions ever#he has so many sharp angles it's so fun!!!#i also really like the second opinion voice lines. he's not even frightened. he just has an annoying roommate sewn to his face#aahh this is why i love medic#i have a cold right now so i can't think of any other tags to put on this post........#might post some more barry stuff later. i drew a pretty cursed one yesterday heehoo#i want to post some of my really old tf2 art from like 2018#and maybe some SUPER old tf2 stuff from a decade ago if i can find the notebook i drew it in#back when i used to draw everything with a pen and no guidelines š#i'm pretty sure i still have it! it's not something i would throw away at all#it's probably hidden deep in my closet with my other old art stuff#i'd like to share my super old unhinged comics with a bunch of characters from various properties some day#i remember making a comic where all my favourite tf2 and mlp characters teamed up to stop peg from peg + cat from taking over the world#because i really didn't like the show as a kid. i thought peg's voice was annoying and it was a show about math. and i hate math#it's not even a bad show... it's really cute actually..... why did i hate it so much#i was peg + cat's biggest hater. if p+c had a million haters i was one of them. if it had 1 hater that was me. if it had 0 then i grew up#anyway. ignore all those tags i went on a ramble loolll#i forgot this post is about my medic drawings... yeah i really like these drawings and i love drawing medic <3
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more keykid things!!!!!!!!!!!! The design's based on my original player character avatar i used when i was active on khux with a few swaps (mainly cause i had no idea there was a moogle headband lol)
#she's around 15 during khux#when i first made her she was a deliverygirl for the moogle shop hence the sack on her back haha#man i cant believe shes almost 8 years old now that's really weird to think about#also im an oldhead on khux i always thought the colosseum ranking outfits were so good but they stopped doing that on the first year i thin#so a lot of people missed out on so many good outfits and it made me sad#but they let you use any avatar part now in the offline ver so actually its fine lol#i had an alternate outfit i used that was just the ursus regalia armor bc i rly liked the lux particles#but thats not really a flex bc ursus was the lowest ranking union for the entirety of the game's lifecycle rip#i was in vulpes for the first few years but i switched over to ursus to get better ranking prizes bc i could be in a top 5 ranking union lo#anyways#im rambling in my tags oops#talking#ig#kingdom hearts#khux#keykid#oc
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ur bartkon art legendary
TYSMM!!!!! IM GLAD U LIKE ITT!!!!! <33
heres a silly sketch i prolly wont color :3
#i dont actually have anything 2 say in the tags#huh! mshcjak#kart#konbart#bartkon#puppee answers#puppee art#bleehhhhhhh#OH I DO HAVE SMTH 2 SAY LNAO#I H8 DRAWING SIDE PFPS THEY R WEIRDD!!!#i have another kart drawing & both hvae side pfps & just kike AUFHHHFGHG#y do i do that 2 myself#ndohekdbkabcksf#anyways ty again <333333#i 4 somerrason dont draw kon w/scruff that often i should change that#scruff? is that the right word uhh#i go back 2 watching my show i actually finally got my appointment done in the middle of making this lol#FINALLY!!!#okok i need 2 stop rmablingg#im actually so flattered by this i skjfkskjfkskkg#anytime any1 like tags my art or compliments it i like RLLYYY wanna reply but i feel like that would get annoying#so like just know any1 whos reasing this#i love when any makes any comment whatso ever 2 my posts!!! i giggle i kick my feet its so fun!!#mayb ill start interacting way more bc its rlly bothering me that like im choosing 2 not go w/my urges its weird#I SAID I WAS GONNA STOP RAMBLING & THEN I CONTINUES SHIT SRRY#OKOK IM DONE NOW <3
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if you guys are going to post things about the new ii episode, please don't tag it with bfdi if there's nothing bfdi about it, or at least tag it with ii spoilers / ii 17 spoilers (or a spoiler tag. or multiple). just something please
(not mad! this is just a general request)
#wheucto#wheucto speaks#i think i saw spoilers#i'm going to terminally ignore whatever was it in and try to forget#i'm probably going to procrastinate watching the episode for a couple of days and i don't wan't to see spoilers for it#i did go into the bfdi tag and see a couple of tags marked for spoilers. and thanks for doing that guys!#i think its called cross...tagging? i don't know_ but sometimes people will tag both bfd| and || despite only being about one#and sometimes when it's not even about either_ just an osc post#it's mildly annoying but it's not like. bad or anything?#i'd prefer if people would tag the appropiate things (bfd| for bfd|_ || for ||... if you have ocs you can tag it osc...)#but i understand why people do it. i've even done it before#if you _are_ going to... crosstag? like that_ please just also tag spoilers if there are any!!!#unrelated but usually i don't mind spoilers Too much. || is just different it Jumpscares me or smth#no but it's like... i get a Feeling. that is a sort of negative feeling? i don't know how to describe it#not as in. a negative feeling bc i dislike the show. the opposite i think actually?#i dont know it's the only show i have that Feeling towards (that i can recall_ at least)#dont know what's up with that!#anyways random rambling sesison Over#actually let's veer back on topic. i'm probably going to stop checking the bfdi tag now#i think i was checking the bfdi tag when the trailer released? mightve done it when 16 released? but iunno
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#iām bored i just wanna see how many words i can put in the tags like will it just keep going on forever or will they stop me like i know th#the tag limit is 30 ok so the iindividual tag limit is 140 characters thatās actually so rude i wanted to keep going forever and see how lo#g this could be but i guess we can do this 30 times ok what the flip should i talk about hm i was playing the guitar today but i rage quit#ause the song was hard and hurting my fingers! ermmmmm it was sunny ok this is boring letās think of more exciting things to type hmmm acco#ding to all known laws of aviation- jk iām not doing the bee movie script but can you imagine i think that would be funny hmmmmm words i lo#e podcasts so bad thatās a fact no one has ever know before my blog definitely isnāt all about audio dramas the people are definitely not a#ready aware of this jesus christ this is only the seventh one of these this is actually quite a lot of space i underestimated how much i ha#e to type btw thereās probably spelling mistakes in here somewhere or autocorrect has been annoying but i cba to retype anything so i donāt#care lolllllllllllll how do you feel about oscar malevolent i feel a normal amount actually (lie) yk what i really miss sam and colin alrea#y like iām actually not okay i really hope we hear from sam again in s2 and also colin ngl i hope ur in the computers soz or not dead miss#im like a bastard my paranoid it king ok erm im running out of things to say um heartstopper s3 was crazy good i cried lmao i love gay peop#e so much itās crazy i hope it gets renewed for s4 i need to reread the comics lowkey and the books theyāre all so talented for being so yo#ng it scares me ngl !!!!!! the tmagp hiatus is getting to me slightly like february in reality is soon and not that far away for how podcas#ts go but seriously how am i supposed to live until then without knowing what happened. please colin be alive. ive only just realised i can#use fills stops. sorry thatās made everything a bit messy. i shouldāve been doing this before. whoops. anyways. hi mutuals i love you all s#much i hope you enjoy my rambles and shitposts cause i enjoy yours very much! never think youāre being annoying i literally donāt care be a#annoying as you want posts as much as you want i am ur biggest fan <3 im getting a bit fatigued from typing like my mind is blank basically#now itās just turned into a. stream of consciousness but i donāt really have any thoughts to put here idk if weāre halfway ermmmm omg itās#lmost halloween how crazy is that time is flying by i kinda forgot it was october lmao. itās wild how itās basically almost christmas. like#what. thatās illegal. how is it wintertime again. what the flip. i miss summer already take me backkkkkkk. i hope my phone doesnāt crash or#smth cause iāve not saved this as a draft and i cba to do any of this again. maybe i should save it. ok i will when i reach the next tag bc#ok it stopped me but iāve saved it and holy jesus itās a lot of text im just sat here giggling thereās really no point to any of this other#than me being bored sooooooooooooooooo (imagine if i just did the letter o for every character wouldnāt that be crazy) so wait thereās 140#haracters and 30 tags so whatās 30 x 140. someone hurry. i havenāt done maths lessons in two and a half years iāve forgotten everything wai#let me get the calculator app ok im back it said 4100 characters so. i dont know how many words that roughly is but its. a decent amount. o#what the flip why am i wasting tag space with maths. i hate maths. my screen time has been actually soooooooooo bad recently like damn some#one put my phone in a block of ice please joshua gillespie style. my mind is running out of things to say. do i talk about myself. im james#im 18 which is weird cause wdym im an adult go away. ive run out of facts. i love podcasts and procedural dramas that stupid firefighter sh#w is my life unfortunately. i think chappell roan should be the queen of england instead of king charles. i dont like having a king cause#ho needs men in power not me. ok um this is the last tag equal rights for all. yolo. the time will pass anyways! thank u boredom ok bye gn:
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One of my favorite hobbies to engage in is ignoring the canon course of video game romances
#yes my warden in an open relationship will have a foursome at the pearl#and yes I will continue to have Morrigan sleep with Orest after the āI love you and I hate itā conversation#I am digging into her brain so deep rn#morri seeing sex as the main manipulation tool she has and being so scared to have orest be just In Love With Her#she says no to his invitation of sex once and he just goes oh okay I'm sorry#I still love you that's okay#and it scares the bejesus out of her#time to keep fucking him so I can pretend that he just wants me for my body#time to let him fuck other people so it'll be easier for him to leave me in the end#I can't have him so dependent on me for his happiness or else it will destroy him (the man I love) in the end#I have to let him leave my side slowly or else he'll die if I separate myself from him I saw what happened with his ex-lover (tamlen)#let him be happy with zevran or leliana or anyone#fool woman he will never let you leave and never stop loving you#I love morrigan and her fucked up relationship with intimacy so much#orest is also especially easy to think you're manipulating because he acts so stupid (and it's only partially an act)#he loves so openly and so intensely and yet he's also clearly very easily drawn in with the appeal of a Nice Ass#I could talk about them forever#I'm editing an old fic to better fit with their dynamic and the canon of the romance#and the orest x morri content I've written since I first wrote this fic#and this doesn't just apply to orest and morrigan#I ignore that tamlen and gorim are female warden LIs only#I ignore that Blackwall is āstraightā (blackwall may be but thom isn't that's for sure)#I do whatever the fuck I want with da2#anyway time to stop rambling in the tags and actually get back to writing#dragon age#dragon age origins#dragon age ii#dragon age inquisition#original content#and mainly
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Any ships you donāt like in the batfam fandom that is popular?
OOOH this is such a fun question because I have quite a few
StephCass - i'll be honest this is one of those ships where the fandom ruined it for me. because 2000s StephCass is an elite dynamic, they care for each other so deeply. but the fandom has been intent on defanging and purifying this ship. i don't know *why* but StephCass seems most popular with the anti-Batcest crowd who get very mad if you compare it to ships they deem Batcest. i have an entire meta commentary on this in my drafts I'll likely never post discussing why the only reason StephCass gets the pass for not being Batcest ties directly into misogyny (because the women of the Batfam need to exist as love interests first, not family members so Steph was never going to truly get to exist as a "full" Batfam member so long as she could remain a viable love interest for Tim, and the same can apply to Babs, Helena, and even Cass in some cases) and that just sours me to it. like if i want yuri in Batfam i think there are far more interesting/fucked up ships for Steph like Babs/Steph or Helena/Steph. and when it comes to what i'd actually like to see in canon, i don't want to see Steph relegated to love interest of a Batfamily member, even if it's queer. let her date and exist outside of Gotham the way every other Batfam member gets to, DC *please*.
Bruce/Selina - i can't fully articulate why this ship isn't my thing, it just isn't. i think i just can't conceivably agree with Selina letting go of so many of her fundamental morals and beliefs for the sake of a man, even one she loves such as Bruce. ironically, i think that's one of the few things Gotham War got right about these two. the only canon love interest i like for Bruce is Zatanna and i mourn we'll never get much of that.
JayRoy - i will admit when i was newer to DC the first comics i picked up for Jason were all New-52 and i shipped this. but now that i'm a pre-Flashpoint truther and i've actually read well-written Roy Harper comics, i only see the flaws in this ship. ngl if ppl were actually fun and interesting with it, playing with the idea of Roy knowing Jason as Robin and still seeing him as just Dick's little brother who's gone a little mental, it *could* be fun. but this Red Hood & the Outlaws (2011) and Red Hood/Arsenal (2015) dynamic *butchers* the fuck out of Roy and strips him of everything interesting. and even as a Batfamily stan, my number one pet peeve is when other DC characters get *butchered* in a Batfamily character's book just for the sake of propping up the Bat as some kind of savior. free Roy Harper from this mans.
Bruce/Oliver - we could be here all day if i listed all the Bruce ships i don't like, but i figure this one has to be included. because oh my god either the people shipping this *really* don't understand Oliver Queen or they just hate his ass because why would you subject Oliver to this man. he can't *stand* Bruce. i really hate the popular BruOliie shipping dynamic of like "oh they were boarding school besties" because if you want that, you *should* like Bruce/Zatanna, not these two. Oliver just always gets butchered in these fics and i won't stand for it.
Tim/Bernard - the ESSAYS i could write on this ship and why i dislike it. the fucking *fear* DC (and most popular media tbh) has with depicting queer relationships as anything other than totally perfect and cute for fear of accusations of homophobia has stripped this ship of *any* real grit. Bernard is a non-character in Tim Drake: Robin, he exists to cheer Tim on and prop him up and just be The Boyfriend. we occasionally get glimpses of an interesting character with really interesting trauma and nothing is *done* with it bc at the end of the day, Tim and Bernard must be perfect and cute. what's fun about Tim is he is the *worst* boyfriend alive. that boy is *ass* at dating. all of his relationships are rich with conflict and yet the moment he dates a guy suddenly all of his flaws vanish? i hate it. i mourn what this could've been if we kept messy Tim Drake and had a Bernard who was actually informed by his trauma. DC please let gays be messy again. also of all of Tim's 90s/00s friends to bring back as a love interest, Bernard Dowd was just a *bizarre* fucking choice. Sebastian Ives was *right* there come on now.
Any Crossover Ship - look if crossovers are your cup of tea i'm happy for you but oh my god if i have to see that little green ghost boy or that ladybug girl in the Batfam one more time i think i may explode. i have a lot of thoughts on *why* i think specifically Danny Phantom and Miraculous Ladybug get crossed over as often as they do with the Batfam, but i don't think anyone wants to year that. my only exception to this is Jason/Bucky Barnes, but it *has* to be comics!Bucky. like. Judd Winick's Jason and Ed Brubaker's Bucky would hatefuck and that i wish to see it. any other crossover ship (especially the Peter Parker ones that seem to be rising in popularity) just do *not* do it for me.
honestly besides that i don't think i dislike many ships. (aside from being super opinionated on Bruce ships, but that's mostly bc ppl will use him to butcher the character they ship him with) there are some ships i'm neutral to because i simply do not know enough to have an opinion (like Dick/Wally). i guess the only Batcest ship i'm not particular to is Bruce/Damian, but I wouldn't say that one is popular nor would i say i dislike it, just that it's not my cup of tea. most Batcest ships click for me in one way or another because i like their Weird dnyamics. i guess i could also say i dislike most ships that have come out of Young Justice (tv) because. oh my *god* why were those group of characters put together on a team. it's baffling. but even then it's not disliking those ships, it's moreso disliking that show's depiction of those characters so. everything is really dependant on the canon context for me!
#necrotic answerings#batcest#sorry sorry to the shippers who are going to have this post caught in their filters#i am specifically not tagging the ships for that reason but sometimes tumblr will put it in the tagged content anyway#so sorry about that one#anyway i'm so serious i have Big feelings about the steph and cass thing.#i will probably never post it because oh the fights it'll start. but i've got feelings.#also my jason and roy feelings are pretty recent won't lie#like i used to be neutral on it. even have it in recent (within past few years recent at least) fanfic i've written#but the straw that broke the camels back was -as usual- wayne family adventures.#a recent episode had roy waxing poetic about how jason āsavedā and ābelievedā in the outlaws as their leader#and i was like nope. i'm done. i can't. unsubscribing from this ship. goodbye.#red hood/arsenal is a guilty pleasure comic i won't lie to you (mostly for the duela dent content)#but i can't do it anymore. i can't witness roy being fucking BUTCHERED like that. i am done i've left the building.#writing this i found i actually don't dislike as many ships as i thought i did. bc i love to be a hater#but rlly most batfam ships i'm agreeable to#it needs the correct context and characterization but I'll be down for the cause if i think it could be fun#only the ones i mentioned are the ones i rlly dislike enough to be grumpy about#also bruce and constantine. i also dislike and am grumpy about.#but i do think that *could* work. y'all just need to read a hellblazer comic#bc you guys (the general you) do not understand constantine stop making him silly magic mcguffin guy. free him.#tumblr ate some of my tags on my last post so I'll stop rambling for fear of being silenced by tumblr gods again.
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Ok, 1) I am so sorry haha, to be fair I could hear the Alkaline laugh with my 30$ skull candies (that I recommend!! They sound pretty freaking good for their price ok)
2). YES YES YES, exactly. Heās sleeping.
#I haveā¦. stopped being like āTHERES LOREā and have been more like āTHERES THEMESā#there is no lore and I am free.#anyway. heās sleeping. vessel sleep and *redacted* are one in the same as in holy trinity. he canāt sleep.#please fucking let him get to sleep.#heās sleeping please let him sleep holy FUCK.#vessel is a weapon but he was meant for love.#uhhhhā¦ I am rambling and now of this is making since so sorry#Iām gonna post this and run now actually.#sleep token#Iām so sorry main tag. main tag please. ignore me main tag#Noah I am sorry for rambling at you š#I amā¦. finally gonna go through and take not of every song that has a line that can be taken as Vessel comparing himself to a bug.#itās gonna be painful but ya know. he does it. at least three times.#and on that note: the backing vocals in Dark Signs are so freaking gorgeous. I want them tattooed on my brain.#(itās playing now)#(ok Iām actually done now sorry)
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Wait shit people might actually care about me
#sorryyy for the personal posts lmao just not having a great time lately . ill go back to posting abt fandom stuff soon dw#hopefully the self loathing phase is over now cuz i really didnt enjoy that!#mf got me thinking thay everyone secretly hates me n itd be better if i was dead ahahaha#but like. my friends talk to me daily. my mutuals love me. i didnt go to school for like 3 days and my classmate who im kindaaa friends wit#texted me saying. and i quote āHi [name]. I know its late but i hope your doing well. Hope to cya tmr.ā (the full stops symbolize each text#cuz she sent three seperate texts)#and i was just. so flabbergasted at that#i didnt rlly think anyone would really notice if i was gone#i didnt think anyone cared me enough for that#i thought theyd just be indifferent to it#also i sound pathetic rn but i reread that girl's text over n over again when she sent rhat. was literally on the brink of tears#and i just. wow.#people might actually care for me. they might actuallynotice when im gone. they might actually miss me#ive been so inside my head n thinking allat bad stuff about myself that i. didnt think that people might see me differently than the way#i saw myself#really and truly i love you guys so much#even if we've never talked to each pther before or interact very little. i appreciate all of you. you guys rock#anyways aha i should stop rambling now loll. as for now i think im doing a bit better#life still sucks but hey at least i have my friends. at least i dont hate myself anymore now#at least now i dont believe that everyone was being friends with me out of pity#thank you all for everything :')#man i need a hug rn lmao#tw vent#tw sui implied#tw sui ideation#tw self loathing#tw self destructive behavior#<- dw about the tags i dont feel/do those anymore#if you wanna talk to me abt this or just talk in general hit me up!! i love talking to ppl i dont like being alone xd#love youu <33
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Iāve become afraid of death. which is actually improvement for someone who was suicidal but also. scary :(
this is all your faults /pos /pos /pos-
#seriously guys. yāall really have just helped everything.#Mostly north and L I love yall#But Iāve kinda felt sad cuz. If I died people would actually be sad??#And gosh Iām scared of how everyone would react if one day I just stop responding to rps. If I stopped messaging them and stopped making ar#You guys have just really fixed everything. I love all of you more than you can imagine xxx#thanks for everything#and also know that itās right back at ya#If you died Iād care. If you died Iād cry for days#Please. Youāve done all this for me and made me feel valid so I want you guys to feel the same#If you ever need help Iām here#Just know I will always love you#This is a more serious post but uh. The feelings have been very weird lately#And you guys are all I have#And I think I really appreciate that now. I think Iāve realized how much I need you guys#You were here for me. Iām always here for you#love yall sm#anyways itās a bit of a ramble here in the tags lol#Anyways byee I love you mwah mwah mwah#tw sui attempt#maybe?? I mean Iāve tried to before but#Idk I dont wanna trigger yall-
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Man thinking about old alters is kinda weird cause I'm sitting here like "oh I wonder what [x] would think of where I am now" and then I'm like. Oh wait, that's me. That's not some mystical spirit that was just in my life for 8 years of my childhood, that was a phase of mine that I had back in elementary/middle school, except I was having like 40 of them at once and they were all different, and now that we're fused together again, I remember every path of this life like it was the original, but at the same time I remember interactinf with... each other.. and..... now I just have like 40x the memories except I don't and.. uh... anyway what *would* [x] think of me now, well honestly i have NO idea because their life "ended" before I got a grasp of our sense of self... and that was the whole point of doing that..... and I keep forgetting that I was just... Like That for so long. Anyone get what I'm saying? (I need sleep)
#osdd#actually osdd#text#wall of text#for a bit of extra context#i'm not 'cured' or whatever#just all the alters I had back then fused back with me once I got my shit together and stopped trying to run from all my (mental) problems#throughout my childhood#i kept collecting progressively more and more alters until I decided a few years ago that I would try to#heal and discover my one true personal identity#and one by one#as I grew as a person#i began to shrink as a system#until eventually they all disappeared#even now occasionally I get one or two new ones#but mostly I'm just one single person#and I'm aware that this wouldn't work for everyone and I can't represent every system when I say all this#but I'm really proud of myself for coming this far#even though... I really miss a lot of them#they were my family...#but this is for the better I suppose...#now I'm making myself sad#I miss him particularly.... he was like a younger brother to me...#i wish he could have been around longer#damn it#i need to stop rambling now#I'm gonna cry#rest in peace#try as I might he's one of the few I can't remember his pov#well... I should go to sleep now. i'm out of tags anyway.
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Prompt: Fictober Day 1: "That was good work."
Fandom: Lumine
Summary: Camille and Kody have a brief conversation.
Content Warnings: N/A
Words: 1,249
Camille watched a series of bottles shift between Kodyās hands; once the green liquid from one vial had been drained into another, thicker, clear substance, Kody would reach for another, his expression not changing past the subtle twice of his nose as the scents mingled. The green itself spread and fell slowly, as if he had just dropped liquid food dye into watery corn syrup.
āDonāt hesitate,ā Camille reminded him, her palm pressed to her cheek. āIf you do, itās going to end up tasting acidic.ā
Kody huffed in response, his hands lingering over another tube held in a small wooden rack. āDonāt distract me.ā
āYouāre stalling.ā
āBecause youāre distracting me.ā
A quiet hum of acknowledgment mingled with amusement caught behind Camilleās now-closed lips as she watched him continue, now more focused than before as he slowly poured half of the liquid in with the mixture.
āWhat, youāre not gonna get onto me for using too much or too little?ā As he spoke, Kodyās bitter gaze flickered up long enough to glance at the other. He slowly reached out for the stirring stick, eyes stuck on Camille as he pulled it closer. āOr youāre not gonna tell me to be careful about how I stir it?ā
āNope, not yet. Iām just waiting and watching now.ā Camille smiled a bit, watching as he stirred slowly, almost meticulously. His focus had seemed to double after he grew quiet. āWhat happened to me not distracting you?ā
āIf Iām just complaining about you, then Iām not getting distracted. But if youāre interrupting me, then Iām gonna lose focus. How long does this even need to be stirred?ā
āDidnāt you read the note I left you?ā
āI canāt read Terranian yet, and you left it in Terranian.ā
Camille could feel her smile break as he reminded herāthough, the only actual change on her expression was a subtle twitch of her lips. Her brain went blank, the only word crossing her mind for a moment being āshitā as she stared at the boy now working silently across from her.
Thatās right, you and Sera couldnāt talk at all when you first met her.
āHow did you follow the instructions up until now?ā
āEyeballed it. I made something similar before, so, itās not like itās a big deal. Plus, itās not like I even asked you to actually write instructions down for meāI just asked if you had the ingredients.ā
āGiven how Lumine has talked about how you make your potionsā¦ Thatās not really reassuring.ā
āI knew what I was doing then, too.ā
āDid you?ā
Kody grew quiet, pulling the stick out as he transferred the syrup-consistency potion into another glass bottle and seal it.
āI didnāt know how it was actually going to react with him, but I knew it wouldnāt kill him. I knew what I put in it, and that nothing in it would mix badly together to be that bad.ā
āM-hm. At least thereās that, I guess.ā
āI know what Iām doing.ā
Feels like there should be a āusuallyā there, Camille said silently, watching Kody put the vial aside and seal the remaining ingredients. Youāve got a long way to go, but. That doesnāt mean you havenāt studied hard already.
āIāll clean everything up, too. So. Donāt worry about me making things more of a mess than they already are.ā
āDonāt worry about it, Iāll get it before I go out today.ā Camille waved her hand, watching as Kody pushed himself up. He gathered the emptied and now-dirtied dishes and tools and took them towards the small kitchen. āIf youāre going to try and clean up anyway, just drop them off in the sink thatās not by the fridge. Itās the one thatās for anything that isnāt a fruit or vegetable. Potions, meat, whatever.ā
āAlright.ā Kody did as she instructed, now without any complaint or push-back, and then sat back down across from her. He picked the potionās bottle back up and held it up to the light, his eyes flickering back and forth through the liquid that almost matched his eye color as he inspected it. āIs it really safe to wash potion bottles next to where you prep meat, though?ā
āI mean, nothing I work with in here is toxic. And if it is, then the bottle just gets disposed of.ā Camille shrugged, watching him closely. He seemed, at the very least, pleased with the mixtureās consistency and color. āSo, what made you want to make something for pain? Everything okay?ā
āYouāve been complaining about headaches a lot lately, and clearly, youāre not going to do anything about it yourself.ā
Camille felt her smile shatter once again, her lips now fully turning into a frown. āYou really noticed that, huh?ā
āLumine did, too. He actually overheard you mention it first.ā
āSera?ā
āYou actually donāt say anything about it around her, I donāt know if youāre just like. Worried about worrying her or something, but. You donāt even really say it to us, you just kind of say it to yourself and keep doing whatever it is youāre doing.ā
Camille dragged her hand down her face as she leaned harder into the back of her chair. āAghhh. I didnāt even notice.ā
āYeah, well. Itās getting on my nerves, so try this. Itās cool enough now.ā He held the bottle out to her, their green eyes meeting as her attention redirected back towards him.
Getting on your nerves? Is that just your way of saying you worry, in this case? Camille hid her smile, eyes meeting his for a brief moment.
She took the bottle from his hands, much smaller than her own, the glass still subtly warmāpartially from the mixture, partially from his own hands. āSo, you actually sat down and made this for me?ā
āHopefully itās not too acidic from you distracting me.ā
Judging by his half-smirk, it was less of a concern, and more of a facetious comment. Something to poke and prod at her.
She couldnāt help but smile a bit more, seeing how confident he was. How sure he was that, even though she distracted him so much by talking to him, it would still be alright. Even if he silently struggled with it on most days, she always tried to take the moments that he was so sure of himself in good spirits.
āHa. Even if it was, Iāve definitely had worse than something thatās a little bit acidic. Iāve probably had coffee worse than it, honestly.ā She opened it, sniffed, and hen downed it as quickly as possible. If it was actually acidic, she wouldāhopefullyānot even notice. If anything, it would likely feel no worse than mild heartburnāand at worse, severe heartburn.
āWell, was it?ā
She waited for a moment, expecting an aftertaste ofā¦ Something. Bitterness. Something akin to bile. An incorrect texture from overmixing, adding one ingredient too soon, overheating it, letting it get too cool during the cooking process rather than letting it cool after, something.
But it was no different from what she would have made herself for a patient. Slightly sweet, a bit stickyāit would definitely feel better if she had chased it down with warm water or something else. But it was, actually, up to her standards.
āNot at all, actually.ā She said, twisting the neck of the bottle in her fingers. āThat was good work, Kody.ā
āYeah? Told you I knew what I was doing. Hope it helps, itāll probably take a little bit, but.ā
#fictober24#Lumine#Lumine webcomic#Lumine webtoon#Lumine (webcomic)#Lumine (webtoon)#my fanfics#not on ao3#Last year tumblr kept like. Rearranging my paragraphs. If it did it this time I'll just start biting I think?#Well. Not even just last year. Every time past then.#Anyways hiii happy fictober my favorite writing event is back <3#Wow I think tumblr actually kept my formatting. My italics are still here. That's a surprise.#In the past it Never kept my italics.#I don't think that Kody would want to like... Actually go into potion making in the end past learning to make a few things#I think he really would want to like. Go for a bakery or patisserie. You know?#I think he would learn how to make a few things--injuries pain convenience (Kody please don't make a five hour energy potion...)#I do think that Camille would help him learn how to make these things though. And then ''...... So why do you want a five hour energy.''#And he would just shrug ''Long night baking?''#And she would just frown. So hard. And then teach him anyway and tell him not to overdo it/use it often.#I like the idea of Camille and Sera being like. Good 'mom'' figures for him? Or at the least Camille being a good mentor figure for him.#He needs a few Not Fucking Awful adult women in his life after the way his mother treated him. Good grief.#Also I do headcanon Camille and Sera as like. Exes. They're just ex-girlfriends getting back together to me. Probably marriage eventually.#Also I have specific headcanons about Camille and Sera that I'm gonna start nudging into fanfics in small tiny ways.#If you can pinpoint those things. Good job. I'm delighted.#Anyways I'm gonna stop rambling about where I think Kody would end up in like. Ten years.#Idk why I rambled so much in the tags today good grief. I'm just a little chatty.
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the power i will receive in a matter of days will be astounding. watch out
#i am making this post to ramble. idk if it will actually change anything but i am trying 2 be hopeful .#ive been very. Rough all month thus far both physically and mentally and occasionally both at the same time#i am just hoping tht wat i am getting soon will help me do things bc ive rly had no energy to do anything at alllllll#and i rly dont want to like. Explode i would like to get things done#i have things i owe to people!!! i just dont have the spoons to do it Ever and it piles iup and up in my head#it fucking blows dude i have been stuck in a horrendous loop for like almost 6 months#i just want 2 be normal u know . i am hoping something will change soon#if it does not change in the nesxt few days when my shit arrives i think im like. Done For in general#like if im unable to get anything done in the next few days then i am going to very seriously have to reconsider#literally everything i do online i think. its a bit fucked up#ik it sounds like an exaggeration bu there is noooo way in hell i am Surviving like tihs !!!!!!! slash srs#i wish twitter circles did not die so i cold blow up in there bu back to ye olde norm of tumblr tags will have to do#also it feels less invasive so like. win for me ig. i do miss rambling nonstop in tags#i miss tumblr!! i miss a lot of old stuff. reminiscing for reasons both good and bad. the tumblr stuff is the good side tho#anyways i have been slowly chipping away at writing thigns this month and ik its like. not a lot at all.#but its a lot to *me* and when youre someone whos only capable of doing so mch its like. a big deal#(im writing pmdnd stuff finally getting back into gear nd stuff i have been trying to slowly draw the npcs#that ive made whilst trying to recover in other areas bu rghghrghgrgr i dont ewant to draw#i havent wanted to draw in a long long time blows up)#i shuld. stop typing actually i am rambling too much i jsujt have nowhere to mindlessly ramble anymore technicaly#i dont want to bug my friends w me being unwell all the time DFJKGHDFKGFG#mayne i will try to ccontinue with the npcs. we will see based on if i post again in the next 30 minutes
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