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e-dubbc11 · 1 year ago

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You’re Mine…I’m Yours

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, possessive behavior by both reader and Billy in a semi serious way and a playful manner, little violent, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, little bit of smut (18+ please or I’m telling on you)

Word Count: 3.9k-ish

Summary: You have a weekly outing with your co-workers. Billy doesn’t really like it. He doesn’t like other men looking at you especially when he’s not there to put a stop to it but tonight he decides to do a little bit of a checkup on you.

A/N: This one has been done for awhile, I’ve just been so busy I haven’t had a chance to put it out yet, I haven’t had a chance to do much lately so I’m sorry for being behind on my reading also but I digress. I hope you enjoy it! Oh and this will probably be my last fic until my 400 follower celebration is finished, plenty of time left to come say hi so please do! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Do you have to do these so often, baby?” He asked.

Your expression softened and you walked from the kitchen to the living room and sat down next to him on the couch. The suit jacket he wore to work was cascading off the back of the couch, he had rolled his dress shirt sleeves up to his elbows and he was holding the crystal glass with the dark amber liquid inside.

Billy tilted the glass back and forth, watching it glide from side to side when a stray piece of his ink colored hair dipped into his eyes.

“Do what, handsome?” You asked softly as you gently scratched his scalp with your fingernails. His onyx colored eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself under your loving touch. You moved the stray hair away from his eyes, those beautiful dark brown eyes that now gazed at you with a touch of sadness to them.

“Ya know, the work outing you guys do every week.” He said.

“It’s just a couple drinks after work with some co-workers, baby. And I still usually get home before you do anyway, Billy.” You stated. “Tell me the real reason you don’t really like me going out after work.”

He shifted his weight on the couch and set his drink down on the coffee table while you climbed into his lap and snaked your arms around his neck.

“I know you have trouble telling me stuff that bothers you, Billy but it’s just us here. You can tell me.” You said while gliding his striped tie in between your fingers.

The muscles in his shoulders stiffened as he brushed his beard with his long fingers.

“I don’t like…” He paused to think hard about what he wanted to say. “I just don’t like that I’m not there with you, ya know, to protect you.”

“Baby, what do you think is gonna happen to me? I’m with co-workers and friends.” You said with a smile, trying to make him feel at ease.

“Sweet girl, you are VERY beautiful. You think I don’t notice the way men look at you when we’re out? So I can only imagine how they look at you and act when I’m not around.” He said. The tone of his voice wasn’t angry but it was stern.

Billy’s worst fear was someone hurting you or taking you away from him. He often had nightmares about it so he was somewhat overprotective of you, jealous, and possessive, at times.

Not only did the nightmares scare him but they also scared you too because you didn’t always know what to do or how to help but you did your best. Billy said just you sleeping next to him helped him immensely.

Your presence helped to the point that he had them less often or they were less severe which he was so grateful for. So the thought of losing the one person that meant everything to him and that loved him even with all his faults to someone else, terrified him. He would do whatever he had to, to hold on to the most precious thing he’s ever had.

And Billy’s methods weren’t exactly conventional when it came to deterring the unwanted attention of men toward you, they were more like…unreasonable.

Most of the time he would notice before you did…a young frat boy staring at you from across the bar, a suit from Wall Street at the next table checking you out while out to dinner with clients, and even a couple of his own employees were fired because their gaze lingered just a little too long for Billy’s taste.

It was always just a quick glance at first, then a second time to confirm that they really were looking at you. With his long slender fingers wrapped around a beer bottle, a glass of bourbon, or a fork at dinner, his knuckles would start to show white the tighter he held on to them.

His dark chocolate colored eyes narrowed, and with a scorching glare he would size them up, stare them down until they either averted their eyes or doubled down, which Billy loved.

Like an evil cat, he prowled. Billy stalked his prey, he acted like a wild animal hunting for its food. He would wait until they went to the restroom or outside to smoke a cigarette and he’d growl in their ear “You look at my girl like that again and you’re gonna lose your two front teeth, do…you…understand?”

His lips curled back to reveal gnashed teeth and you knew they felt his hot breath against their ear, making the hair on the back of their neck stand at attention.

Billy never struck first. Sometimes they would make that mistake, especially if you were out at a bar together. He knew the rules, don’t hit first but you can defend yourself or in most cases, defend you.

And they’d always say the same thing to him, almost like they all gathered together at some point and agreed on the one phrase that would send Billy right over the edge. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?” And try to force him backwards by pushing against his chest.

Big mistake.

Yes, Billy was incredibly handsome but he hated being called “pretty.” And only you and his best friend Frank knew why. It enraged him. That term made his eyes glow with savage fire and caused his voice to harden. “You have about 30 seconds before I mop the fuckin’ floor with you.”

He warned them but they’d never heed that warning and they had no idea what he was capable of. As the saying goes, they “fucked around and found out.”

“Where are you going tomorrow, sweet girl?” He asked.

You pondered for a minute, trying to remember the place you all agreed on and then it came to you. “Oh! Ocean’s 8 Billiards. It’s on Flatbush Ave. in Brooklyn.” You replied.

Billy had a surprised tone to his voice. “You’re goin’ to shoot pool? As in, you’ll be bent over a table where every man in there can check out your ass?”

“Billy!” You snapped.

The heat radiating off his chest could be felt through his shirt as his cheeks flamed with anger. His eyes darkened, his pupils were wide and unfocused as you tried to bring him back by brushing his beard with your thumbs and reassuring him that he had your heart and no one else.

“Billy, have I EVER given you any reason not to trust me?!” You asked.

His agile fingers wrapped around your neck and pulled you close to him. There was a touch of acid in his tone and when he spoke you could feel his warm breath against your eyelashes. “I don’t trust any man that’s not me…around you.”

“You can’t control who I talk to, Billy Russo!” Easing your body away from him, you tugged slightly on his hair, tilting his head back so he was looking up at you.

He gazed up at you with a smug smile on his face. “No, but I WILL control who talks to YOU.” He growled.

The guttural moan that escaped your lips was involuntary and it shouldn’t but it made you wet when he talked to you like that. Grinding down into his crotch, you could feel his cock hardening underneath as you started to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. It turned him on when you talked back, he loved the push back.

“Oh yeah? You think I like it when I see women throwing themselves at you? Waiting until I go to the ladies room so they can try and make a move.” You hissed in his ear, biting down gently on his earlobe, and feeling his length strain against his suit pants.

Biting down on his lower lip, his eyes traveled the length of your body and back up to meet your gaze once again while his hands extended underneath your t-shirt to brush the smooth skin in the middle of your back, along your spine.

Goosebumps erupted across your skin which caused your nipples to harden and Billy swiftly pulled your t-shirt over your head and threw it across the room.

“And I’ve never given them the time of day, have I.” He said, burying his face between your breasts, his tongue tracing the skin across your collarbone before biting down hard on the spot on your neck that made your vision go white.

“You better fuckin’ not, Mr. Russo because I…don’t…share!” You said against his mouth before his lips collided with yours. Billy’s kisses were all tongue and teeth as his hand unhooked your bra to have your bare breasts pressed firmly against his body. Calling him “Mr. Russo” made him absolutely feral and reassuring him that he was all yours caused him to snap.

You made quick work of his shirt and tie before he carried you off to bed. You lost that battle, the war will have to continue tomorrow.

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After work the following day, you met your co-workers at the pool hall for your usual once a week bitch fest and enjoyed a couple of beers in the process.

“…Yeah I don’t think they shut up the entire time they’re in the office and if you gonna have meetings on speakerphone, how about you go into a conference room?” You said to one of your cubemates, talking about the people in the cube next to you.

Leaning over the table to line up your shot, you could feel eyes staring at you coming from all directions from a group of guys a few tables over. After sinking the ball in the side pocket, your friend walked over while you were lining up your second shot.

“Those guys over there are staring at you, one guy in particular.” She said.

Your second shot was a miss.

“Ya know how you can FEEL someone staring at you? Yeah I can definitely feel it.” You replied.

While chalking up your cue, you took a sip of your beer and looked around nonchalantly, trying to not give that group of guys any sort of attention and keep your focus on your friends but it was starting to feel uncomfortable.

But out of the corner of your eye, you also noticed a tall slender man, wearing a dark blue suit, with raven colored hair and a well-groomed beard walking toward you.

Biting down on your lower lip to keep the smile from spreading across your face, you shook your head back and forth as he came closer, and smiled that perfect smile of his only for you.

“Freeze, soldier! This group activity is for government contractors only!” You shouted with a smile.

Billy pulled you into a firm embrace by the waist so you were flush with his body, looking down at you with his million dollar smile and love in his eyes, he planted a kiss on your lips.

Resting his hands on your hips, his tongue swiped across his bottom lip, probably tasting the beer that was on your tongue moments before he kissed you. The spicy scent of his cologne hovered in between your bodies as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and then cupped your cheeks to kiss you again.

Billy loved touching you in every way possible because it reiterated to him that you were real, you were right in front of him, and it comforted him.

Touch was his love language whether it was brushing your legs with his fingers while watching tv, holding your hand while he was driving, or keeping you close while you slept. You were his in every way and he would never let anyone put their hands on you.

“Ok, well what if I tell you that you look really pretty today? Can I stay?” He asked, flashing that perfect smile at you again.

That smile would be the death of you. How were you supposed to say no to him?

“Maybe…what are you doing here, Billy?” You asked as you set your pool cue down and folded your arms across your chest.

“Would you believe me if I said I was in the neighborhood?” He asked, as a devilish smirk stretched across his lips.

Narrowing your eyes at him you replied. “Uh, I think you’re full of shit, lieutenant so no, I don’t believe you.” Your voice dripped with sass, as you lightly poked him in the chest. “Are you spying on me?”

With a sly smile, he tilted his head up and quickly glanced at the ceiling, he knew he was caught and flicked his gaze back to you.

“Is it so wrong of me to not want another man to try and put his hands on you in a place like this?” He said, gritting his teeth and whispering in your ear.

You pressed your tongue to the roof of your mouth before telling him. “And what makes you think I would let another man put his hands on me, Billy?”

“Like I said last night, sweet girl. I can control who talks to you.” He said in that soft sexy voice of his. The words fell like warm honey from his lips and soaking your panties in the process. “You don’t know the vile things all these guys in here are thinking.”

“Oh and you do? Maybe you should add ‘mind reader’ to your list of special skills.” You said sarcastically with wide eyes.

He started to shake his head and press his lips together in a straight line before saying. “Always with that smart mouth, huh baby? Ya know I could think of a few other things you can do with that mouth of yours and talkin’ back to me ain’t one of them.” He hissed in your ear.

Smoothing his hair, you gently pulled down on the back of his neck so his ear was close to your mouth. “Stop turning me on in front of my co-workers, baby. I mean it.” You said as a sly smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

Billy knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Ever been fucked on a pool table before, princess?” He purred, his breath tickling the side of your neck.

You playfully smacked him on the shoulder and lightly shoved him away from you. This was bonding time for you and your co-workers, he can talk dirty to you at home.

“Alright, alright! Go get a beer, actually get me one too please and I’ll let you stay.” You said, giving him a wink as he turned and walked away toward the bar.

Continuing the game with your friends, you noticed one of the guys from the “frat pack” a few tables over started walking toward you while Billy was gone. Before you could stand up after sinking your shot, he “bumped into” you. His crotch grazed your ass as he did and then acted like it was an accident.

You turned around quickly, breathless with anger and a thread of warning in your voice. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!!” You yelled.

He stood in front of you with a smug grin on his face, trying to act apologetic. “I am…SO sorry! I didn’t see you there but you are even prettier up close. I was watching you from a few tables over. How ‘bout I play the winner?” He said, looking at you and then at your friends.

You caught the strong scent of beer on his breath as he stood in front of you, trying to inch closer but you wouldn’t let him, and he tried to reach out to grab your hips but you backed away even further. In your peripheral, there he was, taking long strides to get to you as fast as he could and leaving the beer on the first table he passed.

Billy must not have seen when the stranger put his hands on you because he would have been laid flat out if he did. You didn’t hear him approach from behind but you felt him, you knew he was there however light on his feet he was.

It was almost like a sixth sense you had when it came to him and before you could say anything else to the rude stranger, Billy was standing in between you and the handsy frat boy.

Silently communicating with your friend that saw the whole thing, you shook your head at her basically telling her NOT to tell Billy that guy put his hands on you.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Billy asked, glaring at the stranger. “She’s taken.” He said, shielding you with his arm to stay in back of him.

The stranger moved from side to side trying to get a better look at you. “Well she hasn’t said anything about being taken, have you beautiful.” He said.

His compliment made you nauseous, your stomach immediately started churning, and you felt like you needed a shower after what can only be described as he was undressing you with his eyes.

“Well, I said she’s taken. Do you know what that means? Get…fuckin’…lost.” Said Billy.

The stranger stepped into Billy’s personal space and you waited for it. You waited for those words to be said because you knew they were coming.

“Oh yeah? Are you gonna make me…pretty boy?” He said in a wicked hissing whisper, giving Billy a slight shove to the chest.

The stranger kept poking, he kept provoking Billy into a fight but he wouldn’t budge. Never swing first. And he finally did, he took two swings at Billy which he dodged both of them, kicked him behind the knees and smashed his face into the wooden pool table which you were sure the entire pool hall heard.

It didn’t knock him out but it did knock him to the ground and the hit to the head probably gave him a concussion. With the frat boy writhing around in pain with a bloody nose and an egg starting to form on his forehead, Billy squatted down lower to the ground and with hell burning behind his dark eyes and acid in his tone said.

“Who’s pretty now?!!”

When the stranger took his first swing at Billy, you had moved out of the way, and while you were huddling with your co-workers, one of them said “Maybe it’s time to go?” Everyone cracked a smile and after he hit the ground, Billy walked away and over to you.

Everyone else was fine, except the guy who was prone on the floor with his face turned to the side. His friends rushed over and tried to help him stand up but you were sure he was seeing stars while employees of the pool hall asked them all to leave.

“Are you alright, baby? Is everyone ok?” He asked with concern in his voice. “Asshole, got blood on my shirt.”

“I’m fine, handsome.” You said as you turned to your friends to say “Same time next week, right?”

“Definitely!!!” Your cubemate exclaimed.

You said your goodbyes to your friends and told them that you would see them tomorrow and apologized for the extra action on their Wednesday night.

They all said the apology wasn’t necessary, they had a great time and even asked if Billy was available next week to be their bodyguard. He shyly turned away and you knew it was because he didn’t want everyone to see him blush.

Putting his jacket on, Billy turned toward you. “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?”

“Technically, my love, everything turned to shit when you showed up soooooooo.” You said with a coy smile.

“There’s that smart mouth again.” Billy said.

A few tables over, you noticed a group of women checking Billy out, batting their eyelashes, laughing and tucking their hair behind their ears while taking sips of their drinks.

“You have some admirers, soldier.” You huffed.

“I didn’t notice…but that’s because I belong to someone else. And she doesn’t like to share.” Billy said. He winked and smiled at you, pulling you in close. “Right, sweet girl?”

You snaked your arms around his neck and gently tickled the back of his neck with your nails. Goosebumps pricked his skin as you closed your eyes and pulled him toward you so you could rest your forehead against his.

Billy claimed your lips like he had so many times before, the butterflies in your stomach made your body shudder every single time.

“You’re all mine, Billy.” You said, tugging gently on his hair.

He looked down at you with his hypnotic brown eyes. “And you say I’m possessive.” He said.

“Well I guess we’re both a little uh…domineering, huh baby?” You said with a warm smile.

Billy chuckled. “That’s just a fancy way of saying we’re both a couple of jealous assholes.”

“Maybe it just means we really really love each other?” You said.

He shrugged and smiled. “Sure, baby. I like the sound of that better, anyway. I do really really love you, y/n.”

“I really really love you too, handsome.” You said as you placed your ear against his chest, forgetting all about every other person inside the pool hall.

Billy Russo was a marine, you wouldn’t know that by looking at him now in his designer suit, his $500 tie, and sterling silver monogrammed cufflinks.

Those were products of the hard work he put in, first as a marine and second as a CEO. He had been fighting off bullies for his entire life, even as a small child when he shouldn’t have had to.

He should have been protected and loved but neither of those things happened for him although it made him the strongest person you’ve ever known.

You finally understood why he was so overprotective, why he was so possessive of you and it was because no one had done that for him.

Every day that you told him you loved him, every time you smiled at him, every time you told him he was good enough, and that he was wanted, it helped to heal the broken little boy that was still inside.

The empty space in Billy’s chest that craved love was finally full and that was because of you. The lesson he was still trying to learn was that he didn’t have to hold on so tightly to keep you. You stayed with him because you wanted to, and the fear of abandonment he held close was slowly peeling away as you gained more and more of his trust.

Billy’s eyes shone like two pieces of onyx as he peered down at you, his intense brown eyes doing the smiling instead of his lips as he whispered in your ear. “Let’s go home, baby.”

You looked up at him through your long dark lashes and with a devilish grin on your face, you asked him. “Ok, my love. Did you come up with some other things I can do with my smart ass mouth?”

He let out a sharp exhale against your lips. “Oh I have a couple ideas, princess.”

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mangohobbit · 4 months ago

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CoD OC X TF141 (Platonic)

Authors Note: Hello to anyone this reaches (this feels like a message in a bottle) For over a year now I've writing both a storyline and drabbles of my Call of Duty OC with the 141 boys. I just love her so much, and I've been having a blast writing her and the boys. This is me finally getting the courage to post her story. Maybe my style of writing isn't for everyone, and I'm not a great writer or anything, but it's my story and character that I've grown very attached to. I did try my best to research how the military works from different parts of the world. Not gonna lie when I say it can get very overwhelming with the information. But I'm here for the fun times so inaccuracies will happen but I don't think they detract from the story or the characters as a whole. So I hope you enjoy :)

Story Note: When I tell you this is a slow burn...this is a SSSLLOOWWW BBUUURRRNN. The first story is simply for you to get to know Daniela (my OC) and learn how she got recruited to the 141. I want you guys to care for her story and struggles throughout her journey with the 141. Her relationship with each of the boys is purely platonic and each dynamic with them is different. The romance will come later I PROMISE!

*please be nice with me! I tried editing as much as possible! (Being bilingual makes me dumb sometimes)

Tigger warning? Well there is a kidnapping and your regular warfare violence but not in this chapter.

Word Count : 2938

Harpia and the 141 part 1: The Boys and the Bird

Chapter 1: The Harpy and her cake

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The fireworks went off as the last of the set of military groups passed the line as their anthem faded into another marching band song. Streamers filled the sky along with stray balloons floated all around from children's slippery fingers. As a special anniversary of some hundred year old treaty to allied forces from long forgotten war, the militaries from all around the world were invited to show off in the hosting country. This time it was in Paris, France. The streets were littered with thousands of parade watchers and hundreds of military personnel showing off their fancy parade outfits. Shiny black boots stepped on fallen streamers and confetti as some sixty different countrymen and women advertised themselves to the civilians who decided to come out and enjoy the merriment.

“Come on Ghost, get into the spirit of it,” Soap waved a small Scottish flag in front of his friend's face.

“I hate these things,” Ghost gruffed.

“It’s a beautiful spring day in Paris. How can you hate it?” Gaz nudged on his comrades crossed arms.

“Because it’s annoying and loud,” Simon huffed.

“You just have to get into the spirit,” Soap fiddled his flag at Simon’s face.

“Soap, if you value that shit little flag then get it away or I snap it in half. Make a choice,” Ghost threatened.

Soap glared at his party pooping lieutenant, who always had a hard time in crowds.

“Haven’t been to one of these in awhile,” Gaz waved the U.K flag. “Have either you ever participated in one of these?” he asked.

“Once,” Soap and Ghost responded at the same time, though in different tones. Soap in a happy way and Ghost in an annoyed way.

“I’m gonna take a guess and say you hated it Simon?” Gaz chuckled.

“Got a free meal afterwards for it so whatever,” Simon huffed.

“I got to wear a fancy kilt and sash,” Johnny remembered the event fondly.

“Come on boys!” Captain Price called out for his boys from behind. “Let's get something to eat that, for once, we don’t have to pay for.”

The rest of the 141 followed behind the captain. Winding through the crowd they were curious as to why Price had brought them to the parade in the first place. This morning they were in their regular base across the English canal and by the afternoon they were surrounded by people while the music of marching bands pounded into their ears.

Soap moved up to Price’s side. “So are you goin’ to tell us why we’re here. Captain?”

“Not yet MacTavish. Let’s get some grub first then I'll get you in on it,” Price replied.

“You don’t know either do you?” Ghost spoke up.

“Something like that,” Price confessed.

When the group went around the corner of the street, a familiar face looked up to them. “Boys?” It was Laswell standing in front of the entrance to a giant white tent where parade performers were walking into.

“Kate,” Gaz was the first to come up to his mentor with a handshake and a smile.

“Good to see you again boys,” she grinned back at them. “Come on in and grab a bite while I talk with your captain,” she gestured for them to follow her. Before walking into the tent through a separate line, Kate flashed a laminated badge to the two security guards standing watch. They nodded to the agent for her to go with the 141.

Soap, Gaz, and Soap did as they were told by Kate. They were pretty hungry from all the walking and endless standing in the heat of the day. The three filled their plates to the brim with all kinds of good stuff while Price went to talk to Laswell on the side.

“So why did you need me here on such short notice?” the captain of the 141 asked.

Without saying another word Kate handed John a manila folder which only meant one thing. Although, with Kate that’s what most of their meets up and conversations were about; assignments and favors. Which would it be this time?

“Who is in need of saving this time Kate?” Price grinned sarcastically. As he opened the folder the first thing he noticed was the family photo as it was on top of the pile. Just a family of three; a father, mother, and daughter (a young woman) lined up together in front of some historic looking building. All three were smiling happily for the shot.

“She’s been taken,” Laswell said, then sipped on some champagne.

“And her importance? Price asked.

“The man is Juan Carlos Morena. He’s an environmentalist recently elected as mayor to a town in the south of Colombia. He's become infamous in the conservation sphere. And with him being elected as a mayor only made him more famous. It’s given other activists hope that people want change to happen in the region.”

“But?” Price looked to Laswell finding the “but” in this topic.

“Climate activists in Colombia have always been targeted by a number of greedy people. They are the disruptors to their illegal operations so it’s common for activists like this guy to be killed. Only this time instead of just killing him off his daughter has been taken by a confirmed cartel group operating in the area.”

“How is it confirmed?” Price asked.

“To make a statement they kidnapped her in daylight in front of people. It was filmed,” Kate took out her phone from her pocket and played the video on silent. It was a shaky shot but it was definitely a video of a young woman being shoved into a car while fighting for her life.

“How do you know it’s not some staged act? Daddy’s girl wanted to get away from parents?”

“I asked the same question but she’s also just as giving to the community as her parents are. She’s a lawyer and leader of her own organization of helping women leave their abusive households. She’s active in the community so trust me when I say she doesn’t seem like a spoiled, rich girl that got into the wrong crowd.”

“Christ,” Price flipped through the pages. “You said a confirmed cartel as well? How do we know that?”

“The symbol on the jeep is the symbol used by this particular organization. They’ve been within our radar for some time so it was recognizable. Not much has been done on our part to suppress them but this could finally be our chance.”

“So moving drugs and inciting violence is one thing but you finally draw the line at kidnapping a major figure of the community?” Price looked at Kate in suspicion.

“There have been plenty of stories that have come to me about these guys, Price,” she got defensive. “But stories weren't enough. Now we have footage and a kidnapping. It's a chance to finally put these guys down once and for all. And you and your boys are the best in the business for this kind of job. So what do you say?”

Price kept glaring at his old friend. Although she tried to hide it, Kate had a look of desperation and concern. Price gave in with a heavy sigh. “What are our villains' names?”

“They call themselves “The Jungle” or in Spanish it would be “La Jungla”,” Kate revealed in a rough accent. “They used to be a small sect connected to the Medellin cartel but have operated for the past twenty years as their own separate organization. These are dangerous people John. And the civilians of this region could use one less threat to their lives,” Laswell put the now empty glass onto a passing tray. Price stayed silent for a moment looking over the rest of the files. “You don’t have to accept this but the squad that’s being formed by their own military could use some people like you and your boys.”

The captain looked at the family photo one last time. Those smiles cut deep into the soldiers heart in thinking how scared they all must be. Her family weren’t the only one’s in pain. This was a whole community of people trying to make their lives better and it only keeps being interrupted by vile people like this cartel.

“Well, alright then,” John closed the folder and handed it back to his friend.

“Your support will be very appreciated, John,” Laswell grinned.

“How did you even hear about this mess?”

“Through the grapevine kind of situation. A friend, of a friend, of a friend contacted me.”

“Looks like you’re the most popular kid in the schoolyard Kate,” John chuckled with Kate following along with him as she found the comment humorous as well.

“There is one slight problem John.”

“And that is?”

“You and your boys have no experience in this region or a landscape like this and only you and Gaz know Spanish that’s passable at best. This is a region where English speakers are rare and communication will be a key,” Kate explained. “There could also be encounters with non Spanish speakers as well.”

“So what are you saying?” John crossed his arms.

“Your team is being loaned a new recruit. But don’t worry they have plenty of experience for this kind of stuff,” Laswell looked to her left and gestured for a man some feet away from them to come join her and Price. The man came up and greeted Price with a firm handshake. He was dressed in a formal military uniform with the flag of Peru patch on his left arm. “John, this is Colonel Alvarez of the Peruvian Air Force.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Captain Price,” the man nodded.

“Pleasure is all mine, Colonel. It’s not you who will be joining me for the mission will it?” John didn’t want to be rude but the man had some years on him to be doing a mission like the one he just accepted.

“No, no captain, I have recommended someone to Laswell for you to take on the mission. She is a very valuable asset to the air force and will be very helpful in this situation.”

“What does the Peruvian military have to do with the affairs of the remote region of Colombia?” John asked.

“That we share many common enemies and most notably…we share the Amazon,” the colonel noted. “It is not uncommon for military troops from different nations that share a border to assist one another on missions like this.”

“I’m going to take a guess and say you’re the friend of a friend Laswell was implying about?”

“Indeed,” the colonel nodded. “This is who will be joining your team captain,” the Peruvian man handed Price another manila folder with the name “Harpia” in the front.

John skimmed over the impressive resume of the recruit. Kate was right about her experience even though she had only been in the military for the past five years. “She’s quite the academic,” John noticed the bachelor's degree in her education side of the file along with a number of certifications. Then there was a list under the languages section that left him surprised. “What are all these?”

“Your recruit is an expert in indigenous languages, captain,” the colonel explained. “Where you are going, not everyone speaks Spanish. Not many military personnel have her knowledge and even fewer civilians have her experience and clearance for this kind of mission.”

“Alright, so we meet her over there?” John accepted the outcome.

“Not necessarily John, she was in the parade and is right here,” Kate said.

“She would be right over…” the colonel scanned the area of the dining tent. “There she is,” the colonel pointed to a young woman holding a small plate with a half eaten slice of cake.

“Does she know about all this?” Price asked.

“Indeed she does,” the colonel nodded. “You can go and meet her now if you like.”

“Then if you’ll excuse me,” Price nodded to the two higher ranking agents as he went off to the side and meet his new temp.

Not one for sneaking, John came up to the young woman directly. She was dressed in a dark green coat and knee length skirt in the same color and some low square heels. She had a fancy sash across her chest and a spiffy looking hat that lay on top of her neatly slicked back hair that was tied on a braided low bun. She was fully decked out as much as the other parade performers.

The young woman saw the captain make his way towards her and she put down her plate immediately. There was a cheery grin on her face once John was finally in front of her; towering over her frame. “Captain Price?” the decorated woman asked.

“That would be me,” John smiled at her. The most notable thing about the lady was her small stature. She seemed to be even shorter than Farah. Her cheekbones were high and sharp but also maintained a very round face. There was something very unique about her face but then he remembered the list of languages she knew.

“It’s an honor to meet you Captain,” she shook Price's hand enthusiastically. “I am Lieutenant Daniela Huari of the Peruvian Air Force.”

“Aka Harpia,” John added. “What’s that stand for?”

“The harpy, like in Greek mythology but in this case it’s after the harpy eagle of South America,” Daniela explained.

“Can’t wait to find out how you got that one,” John chuckled. “So you’re the one who’s joining me and my boys?”

“It would seem so,” Daniela nodded.

“You know what you’re walking into, right?” John had his concern dad tone switched on.

“I do,” the lieutenant nodded a yes to the captain.

“Good,” John smiled at her eagerness. “I mean clearly you more than qualified for this,” he held up her file. “Very impressive stuff in here.”

“Thank you Captain Price,” Daniela grinned at the praise.

“Alright lieutenant, you meet us on the base at 18:00 hours. There isn’t any more time to waste here.”

“Si, capitan,” Daniela saluted the higher ranking officer.

“Meet ya there Harpia,” John grinned once more to the young woman and made his way back to his boys who were stuffing themselves with all sorts of stuff on their plates. “Come on lads we have some packing and explaining to do,” Price waved for the other three men to follow him out of the tent.

“Who were you talking to Cap’?” Soap asked while taking one last bit out of his dessert.

“Who was that with Laswell?” Gaz then questioned as well.

“And who was the shrimp you talked to next?” Ghost added to the list of questions to his captain.

“Let’s talk about this at the base boys. There’s a lot to unpack here,” Price led his task force back to the base on the outskirts of the city.

Task Force 141 made their way to their assigned aircraft that would be crossing them over the Atlantic all the way to a base in Venezuela. Price was right about unpacking a great deal of information to the other three men. The mayor, the mayor's daughter, her kidnapping, the cartel, there was much for the boys to intake.

“A rescue mission and taking down a cartel. This’ll be fun,” Soap laid a friendly soft punch on Ghost’s shoulder.

“Just dandy, Soap,” Simon gruffed.

With heavy bags on their shoulders they finally found the lot for their transport. The loading dock door was fully open, ready for them to load in. But as they turned to go up the ramp all three men stopped dead in their tracks at someone already strapping in their own bags.

“Who the hell are you?” Ghost partially yelled at the woman.

Daniela bounced in her turn to the 141 crew members as she didn’t hear them come from behind her. “Oh you’re here, great,” she walked up to the men who towered over her.

“Lieutenant Riley, Sergeant Garrick, Sergeant MacTavish, it’s a pleasure to meet you boys. I’ll be working with you on this mission,” she extended her hand for one of them to shake but all three of them just looked at her confusingly.

“Boys! Be nice,” Price came from behind them. “This is lieutenant Daniela Huari. She is joining us as a pilot, guide, translator and interpreter, and survival expert,” Price came up to Daniela and gave her upper back a quick pat. “She’s on loan to us from the Peruvian Air Force so play nice with her. I want a good report about us from her when all this is over.”

“Survival expert?” Soap asked.

“The biggest disadvantage we have is that neither of us have ever been to this type of region. We’ve been to the country before but the place isn’t the streets of Bogota. This is the Amazon, a hostile environment we’ve never been to. Even though we’ll be assisting a military squadron from Colombia, I was informed that she will be needed.”

“For what?” Ghost asked.

“To make sure you don’t wipe your ass with a poisonous plant,” Daniela teased.

Gaz and Soap couldn’t help but snicker at the comment. Even Price couldn’t hold in a soft scoff to his chest. “Alright soldiers, let’s get going. We have a whole ass ocean to cross.”

Johnny laughed quietly to Simon. “She’s a lieutenant and you called her a shrimp.”

“Shut up,” Ghost rumbled beneath his breath.

——The captain meeting Daniela Huari

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🧺 — Laundry And Taxes

chapter 9. // (masterlist)

Toby stood aimlessly on the train station platform, finally arriving at his destination. With his backpack on his tired shoulders, the boy continued out onto the streets of the small town called Rosbury. Reaching into his pockets, Toby pulled out a crumpled piece of paper which he had previously hastily written down a potential location he could find the girl named Natalie. The area was relatively pleasant — flower pots lined up alongside locally owned businesses, most of the residents were elderly people, it was a farmers town. A warm breeze waltzed past the boy, brushing through his messy brown hair. Rosbury was the type of place where everybody knew everybody, and Toby knew this to be true as he gained himself more strange and cautious looks than usual. A look somebody would give to a stray dog.

Walking through the streets of downtown, he checked the paper once again, and looked up towards the building in front of him. It looked to be a run-down bar with a flickering light-up sign which proudly presented the faded words: “The Bulldog Tavern”. The boy took a deep breath to collect himself as he pushed past the door, hoping they wouldn’t ID him. He looked around the pub, which mostly remained empty besides an old disheveled looking man sipping a beer in the corner and a man tending to the bar. The bartender peered up at the boy and gave him a curious look as Toby approached the counter.

“I’m looking for a girl named Natalie,” Toby said, leaning over to the man, catching a glimpse of his name tag reading ‘Hank’.

“Who’s asking?” The man, supposedly known as Hank, asked. He was a bigger man, his sleeves rolled up to show off his tattoos. He looked to be about in his late 30s.

“An old friend of hers.”

“Our lady bartenders have a lot of ‘old friends’, sport.”

“Well is she going to be here tonight?”

“You’re better off trying your luck elsewhere. I wouldn’t waste my breath on that girl if I were you.” Hank picked up a rag and began to wipe down shot glasses as he continued to brush off Toby’s attempt at getting answers.

“What do you mean by that?” The boy asked, lowering his eyebrows into a fixed glare.

“Couple nights ago some drunkard was causing issues and she threw the bastard out all on her own. She's a tough one, I don’t want to know the mess she’d make of a kid like you.”

Toby’s eyes softened as he listened to the words the man spoke, a grin creeping onto the corners of his mouth.

“That’s my girl,” the boy smiled to himself. Hank put down the glass he had been cleaning and leaned in close to Toby, tilting his head slightly.

“You never told me why you’re lookin’ for her.”

“I just… I haven’t seen her in awhile, and I’ve traveled all the way from Colorado so I could visit her. That’s all.” Toby responded, making it a point to sound more desperate than he was. Playing innocent was a helpful trick the boy had learned back in the old world. He always had a knack for acting.

Hank sighed as he grabbed the pen from his shirt pocket and wrote something down onto a notepad sitting near him. The man tore the paper off and handed it to Toby.

“Cause her any trouble and she’ll put you six feet under, kid.”

“Trust me, I know.”

With the help of directions given to the boy by locals, he found himself walking down a dirt road heading west from the town, out into the country. According to Hank, Natalie had been living with her grandparents in a house a few minutes out of Rosbury, only a 10 minute walk. Toby looked around at his surroundings as he walked, keeping a mental note of the path he was told to take. The autumn trees that lined one side of the road had been visibly overtaken by the early November chills, nearly barren completely, the dry copper leaves piling onto the earth beneath the branches stretching for the blue skies. The few leaves that remained alive danced under the beaming sunlight, creating a landscape of browns and reds. On the other side of the gravel path, a wide green and yellow grass meadow draped across the land. In the distance, Toby could see a small house, painted blue, or gray. His heart began to beat faster as he stepped off of the road and onto the fields to cut across the rolling hills of farmland. With every step he took, his pace quickened. With every step he took, his view of that quiet blue-gray farmhouse became clearer.

He saw her from across the field, sitting on the front porch. He watched as she glided her charcoal pencil across the page in her sketchbook, wearing headphones, unaware of the world around her. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Toby didn’t quite understand why his legs moved as fast as they did, like he was returning home from war. He didn’t understand why he desperately scrambled towards her, calling out her name loudly as he ran.

Natalie looked up at the noise, pulling out an earbud. It took a moment for her to process the appearance of the figure running towards her through the vast green distance between them, but she could recognize those tired brown eyes anywhere, and that lanky boyish frame.

The girl threw aside her art supplies as she quickly brought herself to her feet. A convoluted melting pot of shock, surprise, and relief washed over the two as they both ran to each other, their bodies clashing together like a crackle of a bonfire, embracing each other tightly.

Toby touched her, and touched her, and touched her again. He looked at her as if he had just discovered God. With a shaky breath, he spoke.

“Where have you been?”

“I’ve been here the whole time. You’re the only person who’s been able to find me,” Natalie said, leaning into his warmth, she stopped for a moment, pulling away before continuing, “How did you find me?”

Toby smiled at her, his hands tracing her freckled arms.

“I guess I just know you too well.”

The two sat in comfortable harmony on the front porch of the farmhouse, sharing a cigarette as if there had been no time between them. They looked over at the farmland and meadow. Natalie explained that she had woken up in the new world on a bus headed for North Dakota, with no memory of how she got there. She told Toby she first knew something was different when she realized she had both of her eyes, and no stitches or scars. And that she had been living alone in the farmhouse for a couple of months, having lied about her grandparents. Toby took in every word she spoke, the sound of her voice was enough to make him forget everything that had happened between them.

“Did you ever think of me? Or, I mean, did you ever think about any of the others?” Toby stumbled over his words as he spoke.

“I guess so. I went over some newspaper articles awhile back but couldn’t find shit on you, Jeff, or anyone. So I assumed I was the only one here. I didn’t want to think about it too much, I’ve been focused on just getting by,” Natalie tapped the building ash off of her cigarette before taking another long drag, her arm draped over her legs.

“You didn’t bother looking for a way back home?” Natalie met Toby’s gaze and blinked at him.

“Why the fuck would I do that?”

The boy huffed and turned his head back to stare out at the scenery before them.

“You sound like Tim.”

Natalie rolled her eyes at Toby’s attitude and looked down at the smoke rising from her cigarette, and the charcoal that stained her fingertips.

“I can’t think of anything back there that is any better than what we have here.”

“Freedom,” Toby spoke quietly as he continued to stare out at the afternoon horizon. Natalie burst out in a laugh at the boy's answer as she flicked her finished cigarette to the ground, shaking her head with amusement.

“Freedom? Are you kidding me? You weren’t free, Toby, you were like a fuckin’ puppet.”

“I wasn’t a puppet, Nat. You don’t know shit about what it was like,” he refuted, his tone quickly growing defensive. It seemed as if the girl had a skill at getting under his skin.

“You would’ve killed yourself if you were told to.”

“If it had to be done, yeah, I would’ve.”

“You’re such an idiot,” the girl hung her arms over her knees as she spoke.

“I had the whole world in my hands, Nat. Nobody fucked with me, and if they did, I was allowed to handle it however I wanted to.”

“Oh, so you just wanted the freedom to protect your ego. Got it.”

“Sure, whatever. ‘Cause now I gotta sit here and take whatever bullshit comes at me. I can’t carry my hatchets around, and I don’t even have my mask or goggles anymore.”

“Good, they looked dumb. I like you better without them,” Natalie teased.

“Shut up.”

The pair sat on the porch talking amongst themselves for hours. They had a lot of catching up to do. Natalie fought back a smile as she talked to Toby. She felt warm when she was with him, as if she was surrounded by the sun. They were together in the most brutal sense, like the handshake of two boxers before a fight. Toby had hoped that Natalie got over their last fight on her own, and that the shift in circumstances had allowed her to let him into her life once more. He traveled all that way to see her.

Soon, the skies had begun to fall into a gradient of oranges and pinks as the sun set behind the subtle hills. It was getting dark quickly, and Natalie decided to break the unfortunate news to the boy that she only had one bed, so he had to sleep on the floor.

“What am I? A dog?” Toby complained.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Natalie placed an extra blanket onto the floor next to her bed, and tossed down a pillow. Toby grumbled to himself as he laid down onto the makeshift bed, watching as the girl crawled under her own covers, on top of a real mattress.

The room quickly fell into a pitch black, overrun by twilight. Crickets outside of the window sung so loudly Toby could hear the melodies from inside. As he laid silently, Toby looked up towards the ceiling. It was an old house that creaked every so often, as if time had been releasing its breath through the wood floors and chipped wallpaper. Some moments had passed, and the boy remained still as he listened to Natalie tossing and turning in her bed. It seemed as though her sleep had been tortured as well. As the two laid in their respective spots, Toby broke the silence.

“Do you ever feel like you’re a virus that the world just constantly tries to reject?”

There was a short moment of silence before Natalie muttered “I guess,” in reply.

“I want to go back to a time where it was easier to survive.”

“That’s just it, Toby. I don’t want to just survive anymore. For once in my miserable life, I want to try living.”

“I don’t know, it just sucks. I want all that excitement and direction again. At least back then I knew what to do with myself.”

“Honestly, I kind of like it here. I haven’t had anyone try to jump or kill me,” Natalie chuckled to herself.

The sound of crickets continued to flood the room as the boy paused for a moment, placing his hands over his chest, rising and falling as he breathed in the dark, quiet atmosphere. He thought to himself.

“If a portal opened up right now that would take us back home, would you come with me?”

“Why would I go back to the past I’m trying to move on from?”

“You gotta, Nat. I can’t leave without you.”

“Then I guess you’re staying here with me.”

Another moment of silence fell over the two as the stubborn boy began to lose himself in thought. Natalie climbed out of her bed, and silently laid herself down beside the boy on the floor, awkwardly curling her body in with his. They rarely ever got this close. Toby’s heart began to beat fast as his chest tightened, he didn’t know if he was nervous or sick. She smelled like pine trees and smoke. Toby ran his hand down her sore back as the girl gently laid atop his chest, listening to the rapid drumming of his heart.

As the two laid on the creaky old floor in comfortable silence, Toby held Natalie close. He didn’t dare to move or speak, terrified he would scare her off. He had lost her time after time. They had a history of fighting, and leaving, just to find each other again. The boy wondered to himself what time they spent together would be their last. Toby closed his heavy eyes and laid a soft kiss on Natalie’s messy hair which tangled along her shoulders. The pair melted into each other as they shared a burning warmth, slowly drifting off to sleep.

When Toby awoke to the bright morning glow shining through the window, he found himself to be alone on that bedroom floor. Natalie was nowhere to be seen. He half-expected it. A sigh escaped his lips, one mixed with relief and disappointment, as he wandered out into the hallways of the house, rubbing his eyes. He made a note to himself of all the things he noticed needed to be fixed. Most of the lights didn’t work, some floorboards were rotting, and the pipes in the kitchen were leaky. Toby wasn’t entirely sure how long he would be staying with her, he was sure he’d be kicked out soon enough, but he thought that he could help fix some small things while he was there.

He made his way out onto the front porch, the sun shone brightly in his dark eyes. The autumn air was chilly, and fresh in his rough lungs. As he stood on that porch, he looked out across the countryside and breathed in. On that November morning, ripe with anarchy, ridden with war, he was alive. He was alive. Toby stretched his body under the blue skies, and shouted out in victory, disturbing the few birds who had yet to fly south for the winter. The boy laughed and threw himself into the fields, rolling into the grass. He closed his eyes as he sprawled his body out under the sun.

“Someone woke up on the right side of the floor,” Natalie teased as she leaned over Toby who was laying atop the meadow. She held a paper bag full of various groceries in her arms.

“Shut up,” he said through a few heavy breaths and a smile as he jumped to his feet. The girl grinned and rolled her eyes in response as she walked towards the house, Toby following closely behind.

Natalie placed the bag on the kitchen counter and began to put the food away. Toby leaned onto the island counter and watched as the girl placed everything in its respective spot. He explained to her that he had noticed some wreckage in the house, and that he intended to fix it for her. Natalie raised her eyebrow at him as she grabbed a few cans of food.

“And how are you going to pay for that?” Toby paused for a moment at her question. He hadn’t planned that far.

“I dunno,” he said, scrunching his eyebrows in thought.

As she continued to place cans of food into a cupboard, the girl smiled to herself.

“You gotta get a job, dumbass.”

“Fuck that! Give me something else, c’mon,” Toby whined as he draped his arms over the island.

“How else do people make money, Toby? Use your head.”

The boy thought for a moment, searching for something to refute her claims. But as always, Natalie was right.

“I don’t know, I’ll figure something out.”

“What about Jack? Didn’t you say he taught you how to chop wood?” Natalie suggested as she finished putting everything away, and turned to face the boy across the countertop.

“Uhh, yeah. We sorta… Fell out before I could get the hang of it,” he admitted, looking away as if to avoid the girl's scolding stare.

“What's it like to burn everything you touch?” She teased, crossing her arms.

“Come here and see for yourself,” Toby grinned slyly, turning his gaze back to meet hers. Natalie leaned in towards the boy and grabbed him by the collar of his sweater, pulling him close over the counter that separated the two.

“I’ve ripped boys like you to shreds.” A red tint flushed Toby’s cheeks as he disregarded her threats. He must’ve been in trouble again, but he paid no mind to that. She was so close to him. She was close enough to kiss. The boy shook the thought out of his head quickly and pulled away from the girl who was now smiling mischievously at him.

Later that evening, the two found themselves in the kitchen once again. This time, they were attempting to cook potatoes and veggies for dinner. Toby leaned against the counter as the two bickered over who was messing up what.

“If you don’t get out of my way, I’m going to stab you,” Natalie half-jokingly threatened the boy who was standing in front of a drawer she needed to get into. Putting his hands up in surrender, Toby backed away. The girl huffed to herself in annoyance as she began to shovel food onto her plate, sitting herself down at a small wooden table in the corner of the kitchen, the boy following. To say their dinner was inedible was an understatement. Natalie gagged at the first bite of her food, causing Toby to laugh out, before taking his own bite, and gagging as well.

“You put too much salt,” he said.

“You’re the one who added the damn salt,” she argued back.

Once they had painfully choked down the disaster of food they prepared, Toby got up to clean the dishes, and Natalie left to take a shower before bed. As the girl locked the bathroom door behind her, she tried her best not to look at herself in the mirror. She ran the water and let it run over her fingers for a moment, testing the temperature. Natalie stood idle for a moment, watching the water trickle down into the drain, before turning it off. Taking showers was always difficult for her, ever since she was a young girl. She didn’t want to spend any time alone with her body, and she couldn’t admit she was unclean. A part of her feared that if she stood bare under that warm running water, only blood would flow off of her. Natalie scoffed to herself for being so weak, and turned the water on once again, quickly taking off her clothing and jumping into the shower. She closed her eyes as she washed, running her fingers through her shampoo-filled hair, brushing through the knots. The girl held her breath for every minute she was under the downpour, only letting herself relax once she had changed into her pajamas.

Natalie exited the bathroom and noticed Toby was finished with the dishes. She wandered into the bedroom, to find that he wasn’t there. Confused, Natalie turned to head into the living room, where the boy wasn’t to be found either. She stood under the doorframe, her hands grasping the bottom of her old gray t-shirt, and thought to herself for a moment. Quickly heading back into the bedroom, she checked to see if his backpack still remained at the foot of her bed. It seemed to have disappeared with him. Natalie furrowed her brow and fought back against a flurry of disappointment and anger. How could he eat her food, sleep in her room, piss her off, and then leave without bothering to say goodbye? The girl scoffed to herself and shook her head at the predictable nonsense of the person she knew too well. This was Toby’s way of getting her back, his way of getting the last word. Natalie picked the blanket and pillow off of the floor and threw it roughly onto her bed. She grabbed a pack of cigarettes from her nightstand table and a lighter before heading outside. She needed a smoke more than anything, the rage was practically seeping off of her.

As the angry girl swung open the front door, she was met face to face with a surprised looking boy, holding a plastic bag in his hand. Toby stared at her for a moment, his eyebrows raised as he eyed the irritated scowl of the fuming girl.

“You good?” He said cautiously. Natalie felt the tension drop from her body as she dropped her shoulders and let out a deep huff of air. She closed her eyes shut for a moment as she collected herself.

“I thought you left,” she admitted casually.

“Yeah, I was buying a couple drinks from the corner store before they closed.” Toby glanced down to the girl's hand which was tightly gripping her pack of cigarettes.

“You’re gonna crush those,” he said.

“Whatever, maybe next time you leave without telling me you can go buy me a new pack.” Natalie pulled out a smoke and placed it between her lips. Toby chuckled at the snarky reply and took a step back as she pushed past him onto the porch.

“I didn’t think you’d be so bothered.”

“I’m not,” Natalie spoke calmly, lighting her cigarette.

“I got you a chocolate bar.”

“I don’t want it.”

“I think you do,” Toby said, digging into his bag and pulling out a candy bar, handing it over to the stubborn girl. Natalie stared unimpressed at the grand gesture as she leaned against the white wooden post holding up the porch roof. The boy waved it around in her face before she ripped it out of his hand and glared, annoyed at his antics.

“Cut it out, dickwad.”

“Or what? Gonna tell me to leave?” Toby teased, a playful grin spread across his face.

“You’re so annoying,” she replied, groaning as she looked over into the dark nightly void surrounding them, her cigarette perched between her two fingers.

Toby followed Natalie inside once she had finished her nightly smoke, and threw his backpack to the ground of the bedroom, quickly noticing his bed on the floor had been put away.

“Wow, you were really mad at me huh,” he said, astonished.

“Shut up, asshole,” she muttered as she climbed into her bed.

“Gonna make me sleep on the couch?”

“Just sleep in my bed tonight, I’m too tired to make arrangements.” Natalie buried herself under the covers and reached over to turn the bedside lamp off. As the light flicked off, Toby stood awkwardly in the dark. It was a small bed, an old twin sized mattress, and Natalie was a tall girl who took up a lot of room. He slowly approached the bed, trying not to brush up against her as he climbed in and laid himself down beside her. Natalie laid on her side, with her back facing the boy. Toby closed his eyes as he listened to the sound of her soft breathing, inhaling the smell of her cheap shampoo that lingered on her still-damp hair. He missed spending time with her, his best friend. He missed their arguments, he missed making her mad. Though he laid beside her, Toby couldn’t help but feel as if there was a wide distance between them that would begin to hurt if it had gotten too far. She was never his, and he was never hers. Yet, despite this, he couldn’t help but agree with Natalie when she made the comment the next morning that she had finally gotten a good sleep for the first time in a while last night.

That morning, Toby laid quietly in the autumn fields, breathing in the air of upcoming winter. A melody of bird calls filled the open blue sky. The girl he thought impossible sat beside him, sketching her charcoal pencil against the paper. He never knew much of peace, but he thought it must’ve been a lot like this.

“When are you wanting me to leave?” The boy asked, listening to Natalie quietly mutter to herself as she erased undesirable lines. She stole glances at Toby’s face every so often, examining his appearance as she continued to draw.

“You can stay if you want, I don’t mind.”

“For how long?”

“Until I get tired of your bullshit,” she grinned. Toby sat up and shook the leaves and dirt from his hair, criss-crossing his legs. He stared at the girl sitting across from him, a large dark green jacket draped over her, a sketchbook propped up on her knees, guarded from his view. Her hazel green eyes looked brighter in the sun, and so did the freckles marking her time-kissed face. She still looked as if he were staring into a 6ft hole in the ground. Her limbs were long and slender, but she was tough. Her hair was a caramel brown, messily dragging over her shoulders. Everything about her appearance felt to the boy as if he had just done something terrible. Everytime he looked at her, he felt sick, like he had robbed a store, or swallowed pills. When she glanced up at him once again, Toby quickly looked away. He hated when their eyes met. He hated when she smiled smugly at him. He hated her bruised knees and the way she looked at him when he made her laugh. He hated her. And more than anything, he was curious to see what she had been drawing.

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bsdtakanenohana · 16 days ago

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My Opinion On Every Single Bungou Stray Dogs Ship

Part Six- Yaoi Ships I

I’m expecting this section to be this longest considering how many m/m ships and possibilities there are. Also, if you’ve been following me for awhile (unlikely) you might have seen the post where I say I don’t care for/ship m/m ships because, generally speaking, male characters have to have a woman involved with them/very important to them in some way (doesn’t have to be romantic) to make me care about them, which bleeds into my shipping preferences. So I will also be giving my opinion on these ships if one and if both of them were women so you know if I truly don’t care about the ship or if it’s just because of my prejudice against male characters whose story doesn’t revolve around a woman.

Part Five (which has links to all the others)

Akuhara/ Ryuunosuke Akutagawa x Michizou Tachihara: Lmao. I don’t know why I find this a little funny. Do they only ever interact in WAN? Ive only seen a few episodes and I haven’t read any chapters (and I still don’t know how I feel about the chapters being canon 😖) That’s a shame, there’s so many characters we need to see more interactions of. Ugh! I don’t really care about this though, as a romantic pairing. I’d say the same if they were both girls, but I’d probably be more interested in Tachihara’s character if he were a girl. If Akutagawa was a woman and Tachihara still a man I wouldn’t ship; if it was the other way around, I still wouldn’t ship. (But the former sounds better than the latter). And if they were both girls, I’d say the same. 2/10

Akuran/ Ryuunosuke Akutagawa x Ranpo Edogawa: Have they ever interacted? Oh well, I don’t understand the shippers’ minds and what made them think of these two together. I say the same if they’re both girls (and if you’ve been following me you know I say Ranpo should have been a girl!) or if one or the other was a girl. 1.5/10

Albadoc/ Albatross x Doc: Just ship your OCs at this point. 0/10

Atsugab/ Atsushi Nakajima x Jules Gabriel Verne: I’m not one for enemies to lovers. -1/10

Gab “killed” Dazai, Atsushi ain’t ever forgiving that 🫥

Atsugogol/ Atsushi Nakajima x Nikolai Gogol: Same as above. Be grateful I’m not giving it a lower score. -0.5/10

Atsusham/ Atsushi Nakajima x Bram Stoker: why is it called “ham” if his name is “Bram”? Anyways, this is one of those random ships I mentioned earlier. It’s making me giggle for some reason. I don’t ship it, it’s kinda dumb, I’d say the same if they were both women. And if either was a woman. 0.5/10

Atsuji/ Atsushi Nakajima x Kenji Miyazawa: Personally I want to see them interact more, they were great when they had a mission with just the two of them. But I don’t see it as a future ship. If both were girls I would want them to develop a big sister/little sister relationship 😭🩷 If Kenji was the girl, a big brother/little sister relationship. If Atsushi was the girl, I wouldn’t want them to have a big sister/little brother relationship, but I wouldn’t ship it either. 2/10

Atsuranpo/ Atsushi Nakajima x Ranpo Edogawa: Like the above ship, since they have a good platonic relationship in canon, I can see the appeal. But ultimately I don’t ship it. I’d say the same for all iterations of the characters. 1.5/10

The slightly-annoyed-but-used-to-it house cat with his child owner (that’s what this gif reminds me of, ignore Fukuchi)

Blazai/ Blaise Zabini x Osamu Dazai: Who tf is Blaise Zabini 😭💀 The name sounds familiar. Let me look it up. WHY ARE Y’ALL SHIPPING DAZAI WITH A HOGWARTS STUDENT 💀💀 I’m done. Half a point for creativity (and ten points to Slytherin) 0.5/10

Blonde Fukuchi/ Unnamed Blonde Guy x Ochi Fukuchi: ??? Do I wanna ask? 0/10

This was a little boring, hopefully the next round of ships has better answers! Thanks for reading!

#let’s see if people get mad at me for my preference #bungo stray dogs #bsd ships #bsd akutagawa #bsd tachihara #ranpo edogawa bsd #bsd albatross #bsd doc #bsd Jules Gabriel Verne #bsd atsushi #bsd gogol #bsd bram #kenji bsd #blaise zabini #bsd dazai #bsd fukuchi #unnamed blonde guy #✦.˳·˖✶ ‎‧₊˚✧𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖉✧˚₊‧✶ ˖˳.✦

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 1 year ago

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Lexy's Christmas Sleepover!! (Attempt #3)

Hello, everyone!!!! It's that time of year again!!! Now, I know that in the past two years, I haven't been very reliable at getting out my Christmas requests, and I greatly apologize for this. But in previous years, I've also tried to make myself write a bunch of full length one-shots which for me usually means 3k+ words, SO, this year, I'm gonna go ahead and say that I can't guarantee a full length one-shot on every single request, BUT I will at least write a drabble for any requests sent to me this year!! I can guarantee this for sure!!!

NOW, Since I'm a multi-shipper, I will write for mannyyyyy different ships in each of my fandoms and it would take awhile to list every single one of them, SO, instead, I'm going to list each of my current fandoms that I'm comfortable writing for and then you can send me either a ship or a character you'd like a reader insert fic for. Poly ships, platonic ships, and platonic/family groups are perfectly okay as well!!! If you happen to send me a ship or character that I'm not comfortable writing for, for any reason, then I'll let you know, but I doubt that will happen, tbh. So, without further ado, here are the fandoms and prompts!!

[Some of the dialogue prompts I'm using came from this list]

When requesting, please tell me: Fandom + Group/Ship/Character + Reader Gender (If Needed) + At least 1 Prompt (I will accept multiple!). You may request as many as you'd like!!

Duration:

11/28/23 - 12/31/23

KNY/Demon Slayer

Fandoms:

Seven Deadly Sins

Four Knights Of The Apocalypse

Miraculous Ladybug

Riverdale

Bungo Stray Dogs

Marvel

The Vampire Diaries

The Originals

Legacies

Legend of Zelda (Mainly BOTW + TOTK)

Stranger Things

Supernatural

Scenarios:

MHA/BNHA

1.) Decorating The Tree

2.) Dancing In The Snow

3.) Present Shopping

4.) Gift Giving

5.) Wrapping Gifts

6.) Making A Gingerbread House

7.) Gingerbread House Competition

8.) Snowball Fight

9.) Sledding

10.) Mistletoe

11.) Christmas Baking

12.) Christmas Market

13.) Making Snowmen

14.) Christmas Party

15.) Watching Christmas Movies

16.) Dancing To Christmas Music

17.) Going Ice Skating

18.) Christmas Dinner

19.) Making Christmas Dinner

20.) Fake Dating For Christmas Ball

21.) Secret Santa

22.) Both Reaching For The Last Cookie

23.) Making Christmas Decorations

24.) Christmas Carolling

25.) Decorating The House/Apartment

26.) School Winter Dance

27.) Christmas Office Party

28.) Stranded On Christmas Eve

29.) Christmas Drinks

30.) Christmas Photo Shoot

31.) Christmas Tree Farm

32.) Cookies For Santa

33.) Christmas Dress Up

34.) Fireplace Snuggles

35.) Accidental Christmas/Eve Confession

36.) Winter Walk

Dialogue:

A.) “Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

B.) "That should be our Christmas card this year.”

C.) “Why’d you turn the music off?”

D.) “I know we said no presents this year but…”

E.) “I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!”

F.) “Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?”

G.) “What do you think? Like the tree?”

H.) “Open your stocking!”

I.) “It’s snowing!”

J.) “What are you doing?” - “Making a snow angel.”

K.) “Do people even use nutcrackers?”

L.) “Do you still believe in Santa?”

M.) “You’d make a cute elf.”

N.) “Look! Reindeers!”

O.) “Is that supposed to be a snowman?”

P.) “Do you have any carrots?”

Q.) “This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

R.) “You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute.”

S.) “Come here by the fire.”

T.) “Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.”

U.) “You’ve really made my Christmas this year.”

V.) “I thought you were going home for Christmas.” - “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

W.) “I’m never letting you convince me to go carolling again.”

X.) “Here, you can have one of my gloves.”

Y.) “What are you wearing?”

Z.) “Did you get us matching pyjamas?”

AA.) “You look so beautiful in the snow.”

BB.) “It’s bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar.”

CC.) “Christmas hot chocolate is not normal hot chocolate. Where are the marshmallows?”

DD.) “Smell this candle, it’s amazing.”

EE.) “Aren’t you going to write your letter to Santa?”

FF.) “I’ll let you sit on my knee.”

GG.) “You’re my Christmas angel.” - “Wow that was…intense.” - “Just take the compliment.”

HH.) “But I wanted to be Santa this year!”

II.) “Did you make me a tinsel crown?”

JJ.) “I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”

KK.) “Looks like you’ve had a few drinks!” - “You haven’t had enough if you’re noticing. Come on, bar’s over there.”

LL.) “Will you make me a hot chocolate?” - “Name all the reindeer and I will.”

MM.) "I've never understood the tradition of opening presents on Christmas Eve. Why would anyone do that?"

NN.) "I've hid all of your presents where you'll never find them." - "They're under your/our bed, aren't they?"

OO.) "Someone ate Santa's cookies last night and it wasn't me."

PP.) "It's Christmas Time!" - "Oh god."

QQ.) "In the name of Christmas Spirit, I demand you come with me."

RR.) "You know what that means?" - "Christmas?" - "Christmas."

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unquietspiritao3 · 1 year ago

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Interrupting Your Irregularly-Scheduled Fic-Related Content with An Extremely Long Note on The Situation in British Comedy

Hi there. If you don’t want to read about my thoughts on everything happening in the British comedy scene at the moment, feel free to give this a skip. I totally understand needing to take a step away from such things. But I felt it was important to address, given some of the characters in my stories are based on the people involved/being criticized. I’m also going to link this post in the author’s note of my next chapter update, but feel free to share it before then with those who might not be on Tumblr.

CW: non-detailed mentions of transphobia, sexual assault, and childhood sexual abuse

Okay. I think to start, I need to explain a few of things about me.

First, as I alluded to in the opening author’s note for Should’ve been obvious, I am just an American with a moderate obsession with British panel shows and not enough time to keep up with the entire British comedy world. I jumped into writing in this fandom with huge gaps in my knowledge, which was possibly not wise.

Second, as a way to protect my own mental health and under the advice of my therapist, I’m what you might call ‘terminally offline.’ Before I reactivated this blog for the purpose of sharing fic inspo, I had not been on social media for over a year. I still don’t use it outside of Tumblr, where I follow a very narrow selection of blogs that mostly post Taskmaster gifs (love you all, btw). I don’t watch or read the news. I have systems in place with my friends and family to keep me informed when something really big happens, but outside of that, I am purposefully oblivious. The consequence of this is that I did not know about the two situations I’ll be discussing until I saw some stray posts this past weekend, and that’s why I didn’t address it before.

Third, I always (to a fault, my friends would say) give absolutely everyone the benefit of the doubt and see the best in people until they prove otherwise—and even then, even while holding them accountable and removing them from my life if need be, I try to be compassionate. That’s not going to change; it’s just who I am.

Now for the two situations, my thoughts on them, and their impact on my writing.

The Richard Ayoade Thing

I’ve said before that I’m genderqueer (she/they, equally happy with both, btw). I’m not down with transphobia. But I’ve read that Richard is a separate-the-art-from-the-artist kind of guy, so his personal views aren’t entirely clear to me. That said, the blurb he gave makes me uncomfortable because to me it seems to imply he does agree with the views in the book. I don’t know much about Richard and haven’t consumed much content with him other than Big Fat Quiz and some random clips of various shows, so please point me to anything that would confirm or refute this. For now, I’ll leave it there. In terms of my writing, this isn’t as big of a deal, since the Richard character isn’t central to anything and could be easily retconned out if I wanted to, but I’ll talk more about the writing at the end.

The Noel Fielding Thing re: Russell Brand

Like most Americans, I was introduced to Noel through GBBO. (Well, to be fully honest, I watched the Buzzcocks spanking clips long before then, because those get passed around in spanko circles, but I didn’t know, or care, who the guy in both of them was at the time. It took awhile for my crush on him to develop.) I’ve actually never seen The Mighty Boosh or much of Noel’s standup; he’s just a bit too surreal and nonsensical for me to enjoy when he’s in complete creative control. I’ve watched interviews going back to the time he was promoting Luxury Comedy, all his episodes of Big Fat Quiz, and some episodes of Buzzcocks, in addition to GBBO. I knew he and Russell Brand and had good on-screen chemistry, but I had no idea they were off-screen friends to some degree (at least, they were in the past; more on that below) until this weekend. I also didn’t know that Noel was ever accused of being in a relationship with a 16-year-old when he was in his 30s. I experienced sexual abuse throughout my childhood. Obviously, if that accusation is true, it’s completely unacceptable regardless of the legality in the UK and I will no longer be a fan of Noel.

But rather than try to break down all my complicated feelings on this situation regarding Noel, I’m just going to link to this post, which I agree with 100%, including the part about respecting people who feel differently. The two follow-up posts on the same blog give some good additional info/thoughts. I’m working on doing my own digging, trying to find anything relevant, including the source of the claim that the then-girl in the supposed relationship denied it too. No luck there so far, [EDIT: shared what I found here and it’s in Noel’s favor!] though I have discovered that she (now a woman in her 30s) and Noel currently follow each other on Instagram, and that Noel doesn’t follow Russell Brand (nor can I find a time Noel mentioned him after 2020, right about when it seems like Brand’s right-wing conspiracy-theory crap started). Make of that what you will. Personally, it makes me give Noel the benefit of the doubt unless and until further info is revealed.

Somewhat of a side note: It seems like people are most upset about the lack of a public statement from Noel, specifically. However, what I find odd overall is how there hasn’t been a real statement from any big-name British comic. Lou Sanders was basically strong-armed into saying some stuff in an interview that was supposed to be about her book. Katherine Ryan is very clear she doesn’t want to speak about it despite being the one that called him a predator on Roast Battle years ago. There’s this article about the problem in comedy more generally which several female comics are quoted in, and this one from 2020 including Fern Brady (highly recommend you read both if you can stomach it) but no specific quotes on Brand from names I recognize even there. Radio silence. UK people, can you tell me, is this normal because of the libel laws you all have? From what I understand, it’s much, much easier to be sued for defamation against a public figure and lose over there than over here. Should we expect to wait for an arrest or conviction (if that happens) before people feel safe commenting? Or what is going on?

Impact on My Writing and Final Thoughts

I’ve been having a hard time mental-health-wise, these past few days, reconciling the human need to connect to art with the fact that all art is created by imperfect humans and you simply cannot know what is in someone else’s head or past. That includes my own art. I want it to be an escape for you all, for you to feel safe reading it, but like everyone else, I’m imperfect, and part of that imperfection is not knowing what to do.

At least for now, I’m going to be focused on More than that, and Noel and Richard have never been in the plan to appear in this fic. As for the future, I’m undecided. I feel like I need more info, but I also recognize that we might not ever get real answers.

The sad truth is that writing fanfic always comes with the risk that the thing you’ve been inspired by is later revealed to be problematic. Even if not with these two, something could come to light at any time about any of these people we base our characters on. That last Guardian article I linked should give everyone chills.

I think the best I can do with the info I have today is to say I’m writing about a fictional universe populated with fictional characters, and my use of real people to inspire those characters does not mean I endorse their actions or beliefs; past, present, or future; known or unknown to me at this time. I also want to say, though, that I respect anyone who feels they can’t engage with certain fandoms or fics. Trust me, I do understand.

Take care of yourselves. I care about you so much, internet strangers. 💜

edit: linked the wrong article quoting fern, so added that

#meta #to a degree i guess?

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hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend · 2 years ago

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WIP Monday

Tagged by @new-old-friend and saw @sasslett post originally for just the last line but the last line I wrote is for something so very self indulgent currently. But it overall has been awhile since I posted any kind of wip. So have this little long bit of Demos and Sib in Endwalker. So spoilers for that since this is in the game events after the lvl 85 dungeon. Tagging in turn: @the-unending-journey @mimble-sparklepudding @bnuuywol @umbralaetherand I don't know too many others but please tag and share! I like seeing them!

Demos shifts, letting his shoulder touch Siberite’s back to let her lean against him while he quietly sketches out Anthea and Hythlodaeus, both looking up towards the creature high in the sky. He glances out of the corner of his eye when her shoulders move to sigh though none could be heard. Her eyes haven’t strayed from the happy couple and the smile she wears is overshadowed by something deeper she’s trying so hard to hide. “What’s got your mind far away,” he asks softly, hands moving over the page with a practiced grace.

“What makes you think I have something on my mind?”

He gives a quick chuckle, “You have that pensive look on your face. Same one you claim I get when I’m thinking too hard.”

Siberite can’t help but smile as she leans her head back, “You do think way too hard Demos. Too much for such a young man.”

“So what’s got your mind going this time?” Her head rolls to once again take in Hythlodaeus and Anthea laughing at some inside joke, their arms wrapping around him as he laces their fingers together. Watches as Anthea places a kiss on his cheek, any conversation they’re having growing silent despite how close they sit to the warriors. Watches as the two wave upwards, their talks more animated, and all the while Siberite’s eyes glass over with unshed tears. “Are you trying to compare your relationship with theirs?”

“No,” she sighs, sitting up right, bringing her knees to her chest, “I just-. I just wonder if we have any right to leave everything as is, we could change things so easily.”

“Sib-.”

“Just look at them, Demos, look how happy they are. They’re so happy and we both know how its going to end….and I don’t think I can live with leaving everything as it should be when they look so happy and so in love. What right do we have allowing something so beautiful and pure and warm to eventually die and be forgotten. What if Emet-Selch had a point?”

“That bringing this world back was the only option?” She looks down, shoulders giving a quick shrug. Demos sighs looking between the couple and the drawing, “Who says that they will be forgotten?” He nudges the sketch book towards her, “You and I are here aren’t we? When we go back our memory will still be there and down the line someone’s gonna find this and maybe they don’t know the full story but they’ll remember the love stored within it. Maybe they replicate it for a legend because no other couple can encompass what they’re conveying, so on and on it goes with their faces, this moment, their love is remembered.”

“Pretty confident people will like your art that much in the future,” she says with a small smile, Demos responding with a light shove, “But what about them now? They are living this now and don’t they deserve to stay happy?”

He hums, letting silence fall as she looks at him expectantly, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Did you ever watch how your grandparents acted with one another?”

Her brow furrows, “No. I think they died or stopped speaking to us by the time I was born.”

“Oh, well okay doesn't change my point,” he clears his throat, “When I was growing up I knew my paternal grandparents, got to see them everyday, saw how they both loved the other, and once I was able to understand that there was a concept of love I recognized how pure and warm it felt. It reminds me a lot like them.” He smiles as the two move to sit side by side, “One of my first memories was watching them sit exactly like that on the porch as everyone danced after setting up a new house and they would many times after that until she couldn’t walk much and there was never a chair big enough and comfortable enough to fit them both. She used to say it was fine because it wasn’t like sitting on the stairs, it wasn’t to me and I said as much. Thought it unfair that their time on the stairs was coming to an end, think I was havin’ a hard time with learning and accepting that one day they both would be gone. That their world and way of life would no longer exist, didn’t know when but it was going to happen.”

“But you couldn’t change something like us dying. We can though.”

“And still their lives would end. We don’t know when, but whether the Final Days happened or not, those two will one day no longer exist.”

“They could have a happier ending to their lives though.”

“And how can you know that for sure? Hythlodaeus said he sacrificed himself, for all we know Anthea went with him. Couples like them, the happiest ending they could ever ask for is for their story to end on the same page.”

“And what does that mean?”

Demos laughs with a shrug, “Don’t know entirely.”

She rolls her eyes, “Well did your grandparents end up dying at the same time?”

“No,” he exhales, “Gramps went first and then she did, but not before Grandma saw me finish repairing the obnoxious chicken clock. Said she wanted it over their graves and to not ever repair it again.” Demos shakes his head, “And no, I don’t know why she had that stipulation because they both hated the damned thing with a passion. The whole town did too, being a quarter malm away and still hearing it. If I ever come across them on our trips in the sea I’ll ask in your stead.”

Siberite laughs, “Good, because I want to know the reason also.” Her eyes glance over the various researchers working, laughing, laying out in the grass, reading, or watching as Emet-Selch assists in making the creature fly. “You know how he used to tell us stories about this time? Talk about all they accomplished, the work they did, and mostly gloss over the people he once knew, tales that I could never believe. I knew he was telling the truth but it didn’t feel like the truth to me.”

“Did finally coming here make it true?”

“No. It felt more like a dream, like the tales he’d told, but seeing them,” she pauses nodding towards the happy couple, “hearing the joke I have no context for and the subsequent laughter from the group of women that passed by here earlier, the one guy taking lunch on that rock, and seeing how at ease the old man is even when taking the little jabs Hythlodaeus makes….it feels….real. They all were once real and so much like us.”

#my wip tag #thank you for the tag! I have had the boy on the mind and this section is always a favorite #endwalker spoilers #apologies truly I don't have much so I share in big chunks when possible

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depressed-sock · 9 months ago

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Make me a Home even as I Wander (4345 words) Treat For DanDenbo. Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Jack | Subject Zero/NB Shepard Clone Characters: Jack | Subject Zero, Shepard Clone (Mass Effect), Kaidan Alenko, Other Characters Briefly Mentioned, Eezo (Jack's Varren) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, patching someone up and giving them a new life, Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship, Fight Club - Freeform, Healing, shepard is dead in this, Post-Canon, Eezo is best boy Preview:

Jack stares, breath caught in her throat as her heart pounds a familiar beat of panic. Her eyes are glued to the person before her as she takes them in. Gaze drawn from the cut of their hair, to the shape of their nose, to the scars that peak out from bloodied bandages wrapped around them like it’s the only thing holding them together as they curl in on themself.

They’re in front of her apartment doorway. They haven’t even looked her way yet and something about that is setting off about a dozen different warning bells in her head because her mind keeps trying to tell her that (Shep-) this person is someone who should have a better awareness of their surroundings. They shouldn’t have this dazed look as they stare at the wall in front of them. They shouldn’t even be alive.

Jack tightens her grip on her groceries as she haphazardly digs around her pocket for her apartment keys. Her eyes never straying from the figure in front of her.

In all honesty it could only ever be one person. Well technically two, but considering she was there when they found Shepard (he was broken and dying and there was nothing she could do to fix it). Jack takes a breath in and holds it as she buries the memories in her head of his broken body just like she did when his casket had been lowered into the ground.

Shepard is dead.

And there’s no Illusive Man to try and bring him back again.

(Sometimes she hates the relief she feels about that. He’d been her friend, the person who was too good for this whole fucking Galaxy. Who’d brought some of that good out in her too despite how much she denied it to his face. After everything… After all that fucking bullshit he at least deserved a fucking happy ending. He didn’t get it though. Instead he could only get the second best thing, which is some peace and fucking quiet for the rest of eternity. And fuck she hopes he’s enjoying it.)

So the person in front of her, bleeding all over her door isn’t Shepard. No, it’s the missing piece of a puzzle everyone thought got solved just before the Reapers were defeated.

“Hey.” She says as she finally pulls her keys free, watching as their head turns sharply in her direction. She sees the fear in the way they tense, looking like some of Jack’s kids do when they think an adult might try to get physical with them. She licks her lips, taking note of that and the way a bandage has been wrapped around the left side of their face, covering most of it and their left eye. “You here for a reason?”

They stare a bit, right eye wide in shock before they blink and their face falls into something more neutral. “Someone said you could help me.” They say their words carefully, voice rougher than Shepard’s ever was. Could be an injury, could be they just haven’t had anything to drink in awhile.

“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow. “Anything you want to tell me?”

There’s a couple of phrases she’s given to people. Helps her know who sent a straggler her way and possibly what kind of help they might need. She thinks Shepard would be proud of how she’s been fucking over the whole system that tries to keep track of Biotics. No matter how illegal it is it’s something she knows he would have gotten a kick out of.

They hesitate to answer her, making a face that tells her they really don’t want to say whatever phrase they were given before they sigh and pinch the bridge of their nose. (It’s such a Shepard move that it makes her breath hitch.) “I’m a Biotic God,” they mumble the words, refusing to meet her eyes as she grins at them.

One of her kids sent them then.

“Great, scoot a bit so I can open my door.”

Jack lets them into her home. Making them sit on one of the bar stools she’d stolen about a year ago from a dingy bar down the street. It’s so far one of the few surviving pieces of furniture from when Eezo was growing in a new set of teeth last month.

“Stay put, I got to grab my kit from the bathroom.” She doesn’t bother to look back at them as she sets her groceries on the counter and makes her way further into her apartment. Stepping over Eezo who blocks the hallway, sleeping soundly and tongue hanging out like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

She enters the bathroom, opens up the cannot just below the sink and drags out the heavy medical kit that has never gotten a chance to gather dust from disuse. She can’t even begin to remember how often she’s used this thing. Often enough that Chakwas is constantly stopping by to resupply her. Or maybe that’s just because Chakwas has too much of a soft side and is just checking in on her.

Making sure at least Jack hasn’t run off into the wider Galaxy like some of the others have.

Doesn’t matter really but it’s enough of a thought that Jack forces herself to just stop for a moment. Standing back up to let her hands grip the sink as she breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth.

Fuck.

She has no clue what she’s doing. There’s a familiar face sitting in her home and despite that this person is an absolute stranger.

She breathes in again and holds in long enough to let her lungs burn.

#mass effect trilogy #subject zero jack #Shepard Clone #my writing #fanfiction #spec reqs 2024 #long post

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that70sshowgoldencouple · 1 year ago

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For the fanfiction writing ask: 12 29 42 😁

Thank you so much for the ask @70s-show-diary! You picked some really good questions!

12) Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

Since I've been doing more one shots lately I really haven't done much outlining. I do some short outline stuff with the multi chapters but it's usually more like quick bullet points that can consist of scenes/dialogue/plot twists just to make sure I don't forget to add it in to the story.

29)What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

I think I would say my dialogue. It's also one of the easier things for me to write, I feel like I do a pretty decent job capturing the voices of Red and Kitty and I've had some lovely readers (like yourself) who have told me that too and it' flatters me and makes me feel proud about my work.

42)Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

Hmm...I've kinda thought about doing a Time Travel fic, similar to Back to the Future but feel like that would take a lot of time and effort. There's a cute Coffee Shop AU idea I've had for awhile that I think would be cute but I think the only way I'd actually write it is if I could get to down to a oneshot or three chapters at most.

Thank you so much for the questions! I really enjoyed answering them!

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thessalian · 2 years ago

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Thess vs ALL THE DEMOS

It’s not a Steam Next Fest, but last night I was sitting there going, “I hurt too much to sleep and I should do some hyperfocus Zen until the pain meds kick in a bit more or I’m too tired to care” and decided to prune my current Demo folder. And then today I went perusing for more demos (thanks to recent time spent on DREDGE, it really wants to throw eldritch horror at me, to the point where it’s pointing me at things where not even the demo is out yet, never mind the game). So now there are a lot more demos.

Sometimes I worry about seeming pretentious because I barely play anything that isn’t indie or, like, nearly a decade old? But honestly, I think I’ll just be glad I can sit here and celebrate indie games. Besides, the Stray Gods: RPG Musical demo dropped and this is David Gaider writing and a whole lot of very talented voice actors and I have got to see this. And the others look interesting.

So, yeah. More demos.

Lake: This one’s an older game, but it’s been on my wishlist for quite awhile. I just hadn’t seen the demo before. I was checking the store page to see how long it’s going to be on sale, since I was considering adding it to my purchases when Cook, Serve, Forever and Pan’Orama come out in a couple of days, and boom, demo. So I gave it a try to see if I actually wanted to buy the thing. And ... I think I do? I mean, there’s some vehicular stuff that occasionally feels a little counterintuitive to me, and I’ve clearly been living in this country too long because I keep driving on the wrong side of the road, and some of the people in that town need a slap across the mouth (don’t even get me started about Meredith’s regular boss), but there are stories there and I want to see where they go. And I haven’t crashed the postal van yet, so that’s something. Basically it’s driving around, delivering mail, occasionally talking to people, and getting bits and pieces of the stories that float around little quasi-rural towns in Oregon. The scenery’s nice too.

Blue Wednesday: This one’s kind of a maybe. The bit of it I played was interesting, but I’d really need to practice the piano minigame if I really want to actually do the thing. Then again, I guess that’s what playing the game is for. ...Also admittedly this one hits a bit close to home, as it features a young aspiring jazz musician who’s more or less having to put his dreams of being a professional musician on hold because capitalism, basically. I think everybody who’s likely to play this one is going to get a twinge out of that one, and that’s just the first in-game day. So I’ll be keeping an eye on that one when it comes out - the gameplay’s pretty clever and the premise is relatable, for sure.

Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical: I got fairly interested in this one as soon as I heard about it. This game has got pedigree. David Gaider’s one of the directors and writers, one of the other directors was writing for Pillars of Eternity, and as for the cast ... well, in the demo alone I got Laura Bailey, Ashley Johnson, and Khary Payton, plus a couple “I know that one sounds familiar” that haven’t hit IMDB yet and Janina Gavankar, who I mostly know from having been into True Blood and a fairly minor role in Horizon Zero Dawn’s The Frozen Wilds expansion ... but also from some of the Forspoken trailers. Anyway, it also has Troy Baker, Mary Elizabeth McGlynn, Allegra Clark, Erika Ishii, Rahul Kohli, Anjali Bhimani, Felicia Day (which ... ehh for me but y’know)... Fans of Critical Role will know a lot of these voices. But still, pedigree doesn’t count for much if the story and mechanics aren’t there. Now, the demo’s really short, and doesn’t touch on the plot that much? But the mechanics are interesting. Basically ... okay, think of it as The Wicked and the Divine meets Scooby Doo meets that one Buffy musical episode, Once More With Feeling, where you’re given options and the decisions you make not only affect how you proceed, but also shape the lyrics of your big musical numbers. It’s honestly clever as shit, and that’s another one I don’t think I’d mind pre-ordering. Don’t know if that’ll be an option, but it’s coming out in August, so at least it’s not a massively long wait.

Lighthouse of Madness: Steam has been throwing eldritch horror at me because of the amount of time I’ve spent on DREDGE lately, so here we are. This one’s ... interesting but problematic. I mean, it’s first person, so that’s an issue for me, and honestly the controls are a little janky. It looks wonderfully atmospheric and creepy, but it’s a low priority on my wish list because honestly, I’m not sure how well I’d be able to play it. Still, lots more eldritch horror where that came from.

Not right now, though - if for no other reason than that this post is going to get insanely long if I don’t knock it off. So more later - this is going to be a “Poking At Demos” kind of weekend. Yaaaaaay!

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introvertedghostboy · 2 months ago

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I got an email (yes an email) from someone who I haven’t talked to since the beginning of the year. Like I said I’m not one to close doors & if there wasn’t tension or a reason as to why we don’t talk I’m always open to rekindling a connection, no matter how long it’s been- weeks,months, years- I’m always open to connecting again. Even if it’s long distance, I’m still here and don’t want anyone thinking “Oh just because he’s out of state now I can’t talk to him.” Heck no, call me- I have like 6 friends from NJ who we do monthly phone calls with each other- we call these the monthly meetings but we text pretty regularly too- I love it. And really, a lot of my friends are in different states anyway too so it’s not a big problem for me. I digress. Back to the update.

At this point it’s been a good 9 months since I had to get my new phone after I had broken my other one. I never was able to get all my contacts back and as annoying as that has been this is the first time someone emailed me. I gave him my number and we ended up talking for a few hours this afternoon which was really nice but we also made a deal that we’d email each other every once in awhile - he said “Like it’s 2011 again & I’m asking for your help with our science homework .”

That definitely made me smile. 😄 I was a pretty nerdy kid throughout school and a lot of the time the teachers would pair me up with some of the “popular kids” because i wasn’t one to stray off my academics and if they paired them with their friends they wouldn’t get anything done. I hated it but they basically didn’t bully me for a short amount of time and then got better grades since I’d just let them copy me. 😂 But this guy was different. He was popular but he actually would be friendly with me & really did appreciate me helping him.

Around like 2021 we had reconnected as he was a police officer in town and since I volunteered for the First Aid squad & Fire Department I saw him pretty frequently.

I had slowed down on my volunteering as I was working two jobs, I got injured but then started working again at two hospitals so volunteering wasn’t something I was doing much of anymore. But in January this year my grandmother passed away. Because my grandfather was a Police Lieutenant we had the Police department escorts to her burial ceremony & I had spoke with him while we were waiting at the church for everyone to get ready to head over to the cemetery. It was really nice to have a familiar face there and I’m really happy he reached out to me again.

He was also really cool about the fact that I was apologetic for not reaching out to him due to my phone incident & he’s glad he took the chance to try to contact me- even if it was “the 2000s era communication way.” 😂

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m1ckeyb3rry · 3 months ago

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OK CATCHUP TIME bro I fr thought you meant a HIATUS LMAOO GLAD YOURE BACK THO!!!!!! I fr was wondering if you’d be back for s2 maybe I was just primed by the usual tumblr hiatus sessions LOL

Tumblr the ultimate opp bruhhhhh someone come fix this site

ISAAC NEWTON AHAHAISHABAB bro what kind of poster is that…it’s FUNNY but aren’t you trying to encourage your students LMAOO??? It’s most definitely oaeu vibes coded

FR that’s the description I was looking for like he’s emo but that’s it. No other personality flavor. No you’re so real for megumi sae has no wit no sass it’s just flat emo and insults his insults aren’t even creative

BRUH I SAW THAT AND WENT ?????? Im ngl that ending felt like a whole load of nothing like huh??????? Idek what to say atp like yes gege give us NOTHING??? Whatever wars over ig truly the end of an era can’t wait to get my sanity back

SHAHSSH LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK sometimes I scroll through a tag and see a completely different character from a completely different fandom like WHAT are YOU doing HERE??

No because I usually look on the usual site likes bulbapedia or serebii but I didn’t find anything at first glance so I scrolled a bit to find something that was more formatted for fast looking ig that was my first mistake

Wait actually???? Wtf…ok wait BAROU how did I not think of that LMFAO anti-ginger campaign so real (I also don’t like the carrot juice aesthetic dw) but OMG can’t wait to see the manifestation of that Reo fic

LMAOOO real almost forgot that I didn’t even recognize some of those pokemon (Kunigami getting slandered and catching strays real wc Kunigami ESPECIALLY gives me scovillain vibes)

OOOOOOH wait the summoning concept slaps I’ve always found it really interesting but I haven’t read anything that uses that trope in awhile I’m very intrigued

Too real I think we have the same brain I LOVE CJILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS had to resist from adding fairy to mine because Wb already has that going on but yeah that’s also why I’ve always preferred rivals instead of enemies like something about the “extreme” of enemies usually ends up in a lot of wacky and cliche things that I don’t specifically enjoy

LMAOOOOO WAKT I’m excited and scared (only because of the swerve factor) KARASU MEDDLING WOULD BE SOOOO GOOD also wait on that note if you did feel like childhood friends would help you feel free to add it idm either way lowk I had some vague ideas about miscommunication but nothing concrete either LMAO I mean my first thought is always angst relating to his traumatic upbringing but that’s kinda a given…maybe his differing personalities (when he’s with friends vs parents) idk I’ll leave this in your capable hands and leave it vague so you can work your magic….i trust you’ll cook!! (No pressure though obv we will NOT be channeling Hiori parent energy) karasu fr about to come save hioris ass though HAHA

OOOOOOH I’m living for it I can sense a real work of art brewing here

AIKULATIONS anything with aikulations is gonna slap I can just feel those vibes

LMAOOOO dumbass Karasu we love to see it trip down memory lane to fwtkac vibes

“Sae number 2” has me crying (still not getting over the fact that there’s 3) LMAO sae would fit that trope perfectly like with the way he’s got his manager sweating HAHA

The love triangle is actually so exciting it’s been awhile since I’ve read a good one that combo of characters too is also such a unique choice many possibilities

The Isagi one is fr so isagi it’s hilarious but OOOH MURDER MYSTERY I see the vision

Sae number 3…ok wait Spanish tutor that’s kinda cute I also think when done well childhood friends with Rin has a lot of potential too excited to see what you cook

WAIT IM ON MY KNEES PLEASE USE THE SCATTERBUG IDEA LMFAOOAOOOOOOO especially with it being from Tullia I’m crying I’m so invested in the aiku Niko dynamic now (wait speaking of what vivillon variant do you think he’d get….lowk idr the mechanics of how you get different ones I just know they exist)

CRYING its kinda giving fwtkac once again this is so funny yuki is about to have a really good sense of smell at this rate if Karasu blows his eardrums out

RANDOMLY PASS AWAY (NOT THE HOLLYHOCK REF) he would just do a ninja despawn move and never come back

I forgot he liked owls I was fr like “bro what sparked you to think of this” now I see it HAHAHA wait you should use this for the Rin fic for the event it’s actually perfect (wait this would also be really funny in ref to the sae spanish teacher fic but sae likes seagulls)

NOOOOO omg hope your wrist gets better soon!!! Wait that’s actually crazy bro writing a whole PhD thesis paper in 36 hours or something and THE EYE omg manifesting a very speedy recovery!!!!

NAGI HATING MUTUAL SHAHSHSH but that’s so funny imagine no one ever caught it until pursuits full debut

REST AND RECHARGE TIME!!!! Yes omg a long kdrama binge session is in order! I think the most recent one I watched was “marry my husband” that was actually CRAZY although if you’re looking to not get mad maybe choose a different one because I was getting invested into that drama

SHSHSHS no because I kept debating how I should’ve perceived the way you worded it but the “come back stronger” made me think you were gonna go through a journey first not a 36 hour boot camp LMAOOO welcome back though HAHAHA I originally read it as “oh shit I have more work than I thought this is now going from 36 hours to indefinite” oops

- Karasu anon

SLDKJFHSK no i could not do a hiatus i fear…like yeah individual stories of mine go on hiatus all of the time because i start them and then don’t feel like writing until i randomly get motivation months later but me going on hiatus from being online is like antithetical to my character i NEED my phone time talking with my online friends hehe it was like actually terrible when i was gone for two and a half days i couldn’t even make it through the full 36 hours 😭 and omg you’re so right i could never be gone when bllk season2 is on the way!! just barely a week until it’s out AHH

HELPPP no he was such a silly teacher he did not gaf…i took calc 2 my senior year of high school and bro would make fun of us like i remember one time someone asked him what math he took in high school and he was like “i never took calculus in high school because i wasn’t a nerd like all of you” LMAOOO it sounds mean but he was really chill and funny (plus he was a really good teacher too) so i loved him…my friends and i made jjk ocs of some of our teachers (i wish i had a reason but it truly was that we had the free time) and i think his was my favorite he even features in the one megumi story i never talk about online because it’s so dependent on the high school teacher jjk oc lore that i could never post it but it’s SO special and dear to me even though i’m not into jjk much anymore

SAE A LOAF OF WHITE BREAD HAHAHA no because i would defend him but even giving him personality in oaeu made him feel like he was leaning ooc?? like wdym he makes a couple of sassy jokes and suddenly he’s not even himself?? that’s just not a character i fw i fear…yeah the jjk ending was. well. it was something!! idk like i said i wasn’t super impressed at all honestly i’m probably not going to engage with much jjk content for a while just because the ending was so…yk. anyways i saw a really interesting video on tik tok (during my self imposed isolation so sadly i didn’t save the link) that was talking about how animanga tends to rely on the visuals aspect of the storytelling which allows authors to get away with much more simplistic worldbuilding that doesn’t get explained as thoroughly and this also seeps into the plot/characters as well and i really think that that’s something that impacted jjk — there were definitely points where there was more flash over substance (in my opinion) and the magic system is definitely unique and well thought out in some ways but also unnecessarily convoluted in others?? it’s a story that would not at all hold up as a novel which again different medium of storytelling but if key elements of the plot/world like cursed techniques such as hollow purple fall apart when you cannot physically show them to the audience (just think about if you had to read gojo explaining his technique and then he just uses it on paper SKLJFHS it’s so anticlimactic lowkey) then that’s a marker that more groundwork needs to be done 😭 people who glaze relatively basic shounens like jjk for being peak writing and having amazing character dynamics etc etc (in my opinion and this is controversial hence why i’m hiding it in our chats) need to go read like…actual books (or even light novels) because if you think that gojo and geto is the most interesting dynamic conceivable then i fear you are cooked because number one craziest mira take they are NOT that special/compelling/appealing to me like i can see why people might like them but they are so normal and average to me in terms of writing 😰 READ ORV OR SMTH whatever kim dokja and yoo joonghyuk have going on is 10x more fascinating (superior white x black duo sorry not sorry)

BROOO EVERYTIME I SEE ONE OF THOSE PARAGRAPHS I CRASH OUT no because like i said it’s always such a random blend too like wdym sukuna and nagi are both in the “they would definitely cheat on you” category?? HELLO??? first of all WHAT do those two characters have in common and second of all NO THEY WOULD NOT?? ugh the mischaracterization is insane fr bro idk i was “off” of tumblr for like. two days. and now my dash is just going crazy (not about me it’s just like everyone is going through it atm for some reason which means a lot of negativity and complaining and whatnot from others) so i have a lot of rage in my heart for tumblr users rn SDLJFHSDK (not really but also like all i’m saying is if anyone ever tries to drag me into some dumbass conflict on here i’m fr just going to block them i don’t have time to beef w 14 year olds when i have characters to write fics about and actually enjoyable people [like you] to talk to)

NO WAIT WE NEED TO EXPAND ON THE BAROU VISION just like first of all i can so easily imagine him in a royal guard uniform holding a sword and being all stern but immediately caving as SOON as you bat your eyelashes at him and letting you get away with things like sneaking out of the palace as long as you take him to look after you but he starts falling in love with you when he realizes you’re not as stuck up as the rest of the royals (yes i did steal this from the megumi fic what about it…) imagine we get aikulations in here via aiku also being a royal guard to like. fucking sae or smth…omg wait yeah imagine you were sent to marry sae and barou’s your guard and aiku’s sae’s guard so he occasionally pulls up, says smth sassy/wise/meaningful/borderline insulting and then he just leaves (bonus points if niko’s his squire) AHHHH omg hold on imagine we throw in a little tullia and aiku subplot while we’re at it…i would say bring back elakshi but she’s deadass public enemy number one i’ve gotten so many comments on wattpad hating on her to the point that i’m abt to delete my work off of wattpad and be like “sorry but you all suck”…anyways so instead of elakshi we could have a may ducat comeback i suppose 🤔 if i didn’t have a bazillion things to be doing and a royal au following almost exactly the same plot for jjk already (which lowkey idk if i’ll ever finish given my motivation for jjk rn) i’d fr be attending to this but alas. pursuit and my requests are taking precedence rn

i def think the summoning concept is NOT what the requester had in mind but ykw i’m not basic so we’re going to do smth a little different hehe and honestly one day i want to write an enemies to lovers but to do it PROPERLY if that makes sense…like miraverse enemies to lovers where it’s not just stereotypical cold rude black haired male lead x idiot dumbass “perfect” badass female lead…however sae itoshi is NOT the one i would do that for (even though i’m fr in an enemies to lovers with him irl i think) i’m trying to imagine who in bllk i’d give that honor to 🧐 not nagi he has no enemies he doesn’t care enough…karasu’s too much of a lover at heart he fits rivals perfectly but true enemies no…barou’s the same he’s just a simp at heart despite his gruff exterior…otoya and yukimiya are too chill to ever give antagonistic vibes…kaiser and rin are too annoying and obvious for it it would end up being basic and cringy…reo is a sweetheart he can pull off angst well but not enemies…i’m stumped actually maybe just because i hate the trope HAHA

ooh vivillon colors…iirc it was just based on what country/region your ds was set to!! so like depending on where you lived irl you would get a diff vivillon but since pursuit obviously takes place in one region where the outside world has no bearing i’m going to say that it just depends on where you end up evolving scatterbug into vivillon (maybe like an evolutionary advantage thing in terms of camouflage??) i think niko’s based on vibes would be the jungle variant and tullia’s is either the meadow variant (which is like the really famous pink one) or the savanna one!!

LMAOOO yukimiya cannot escape the fwtkac menacing karasu role i think it’s so funny how in actual canon we honestly barely see him interacting with karasu (actually i cannot remember if we ever see them have even a single conversation it’s very much so tabieita + ken…bro’s fr just ken 😓) but in the miraverse he’s always pulling up and accidentally making karasu miserable by being too perfect 😭 PLSS otoya’s like “i was never even there baby i was an illusion” so hollyhock mysterious core of him

PLS i lowkey was looking through the account they’ve also made these gorgeous blue and gold rose dividers that would be PERFECT for kaiser i was going to reblog those too and be like “ok kaiser girlies come on now” and then i remembered that i actually also have to write for kaiser now…tbh i don’t usually use super embellished dividers those!! like i prefer to use plain lines and let my headers be aesthetic but lowkey maybe the move for this event will be no headers only ask response + pretty dividers because that’s less work for me SLDKJFHDS

AHHHH my wrist is feeling much better today!! i tried to write smth and my body took a screenshot so i’m giving my hand the weekend off but she’s feeling much better already and same with my eye!! i can use my contacts again on like tuesday ish so hooray for that (i actually don’t mind my glasses as much as i used to in the sense that i don’t think i look horrible with them anymore and everyone actually says i look really cute BUT they hurt behind my ears because i’m not used to wearing them for long periods of time so i cannot wait to retun to my beloved contacts and seeing how i like)

HAHAHA she’s a kaiser stan but she absolutely hates nagi it’s actually very funny to me plus i love meeting a fellow hater no matter who they hate so i love when she drops new haterism posts BUT omg agreed i can only imagine how many people would be in my inbox like “you linked the wrong master list 🧞” (<- sae itoshi emoji)

i feel like mentally and emotionally i do NOT have the space to start smth new so it’ll probably be one i’ve watched before…cloy was the first kdrama i ever watched (only last december!! i am very late to the kdrama game) so it might be time to revisit that one since i haven’t rewatched any of the ones i’ve already seen yet 😩 i also really really liked a time called you so i could def go for another watch of that one 🤩 and i can’t rewatch yet because i literally just finished it in july-ish but i watched this one on netflix with my mother about a vet that gets psychic powers and has to team up with this police officer (tbh reader and noel noa coded) and i wasn’t expecting much out of it but it ended up being really funny so i do think that’s one i’ll probably watch again when i’m bored or looking for something silly to lighten my mood

LSFJK no i’m just really dramatic it was still just a 36 hour “these are the consequences of procrastinating” grind session but i was being emo because i wanted to tap out (i didn’t though!!) fr glad to be back (although i wasn’t on tumblr as much today because i was working on a new pursuit chapter so it probably seemed like i had cut myself off again but in fact i was just working hard so i can please you 🙂‍↕️ you know what they say a win is a win or smth like that)

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