#i'm SORRY for terminator-posting. it WILL happen again.

[blueberrybirdsworld]

Collision 16/20

Summary:

Lando always had a type : blonde, models, not ready to settle down. Yet once he met her, all his world is changed and he slowly start to realises maybe he was wrong all this time.

It's a prequel story of The Cat Distribution System, on how Lando Norris fall in love with Ariana. Could be read seperatly.

Pairing : lando norris x original female character

Genre : Fluff, slow burn, enventual smut and angst

Warning : angst, mention of harassement, not graphic just imply (not from Lando)

Serie Masterlist

CHAPTER 16 : SMAU

Text messages :

Lando:

I can’t sleep.

Every time I close my eyes I see your face from that night. How hurt you looked. How I did that.

Lando:

I don’t know how to fix it. I just know I want to.

Lando:

I didn’t trust you. And you didn’t deserve that.

You gave me something real and I let fear destroy it.

Lando:

I'm sorry. God, Ari. I’m so sorry.

Lando:

Just… if you never want to see me again, I get it.

But please don’t leave me not knowing where I stand.

Please don’t leave me like this.

Lando:

I keep thinking if I had just held your hand and listened that night… none of this would’ve happened.

Lando:

Do you hate me now?

Lando:

I’d understand if you did.

Lando:

But I really, really hope you don’t.

No Reply

@landonorris

Sometimes you only learn to miss someone once the silence starts to echo.

@f1updatesfan

 uhhh is Lando okay? 😟

@softlandoenergy

 he’s been posting like a sad playlist in human form lately 💔

@f1gossipqueen

 don’t attack me but this feels like an heartbreak

@carbonfiberballet

 remember that girl from the ballet posts?? 👀

@tangledupincurls

 he posted this and didn’t even caption it with an emoji. something’s wrong wrong

@gridgirldiaries

 🕯️manifesting healing for this poor man 🕯️

Texts messages :

Lando:

I will land in Paris in the morning.

I don’t even know if you’ll see this, but… I’ll be there.

I just want to talk. Just five minutes. I’ll wait anywhere you say. You don’t even have to look at me. Just let me say I’m sorry in person.

Lando:

Please, Ari.

Lando:

Can you at least tell me if you’re okay?

Message Not Delivered

Lando:

…no.

Lando:

You blocked me.

Lando:

You actually blocked me.

Lando:

I deserve it.

I’d block me too.

Lando:

But it still fucking hurts.

@landonorris (Instagram Story)

Song:

 🎵 “All I Want” – Kodaline

 “But if you loved me, why'd you leave me?

 Take my body, take my body

 All I want is, and all I need is

 To find somebody… I’ll find somebody like you…”

@f1softestboy

 okay but lando posting "all i want" by kodaline in complete silence...

@gridtearz

 he really said: no caption. no context. just pain.

@slowburnlando

 sir. who hurt you and why did YOU let them go 😭💔

@landowithluv

 I’ve been fine all week but that song choice?? during this phase of his life??

@burntballetflats

 this is 100% about the ballerina.

@f1moonenergy

 he’s not posting lyrics to be poetic he’s literally screaming for help in sad indie boy dialect

@f1gossipcentral

BREAKING NEWS ✈️ Lando Norris spotted at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris this morning.

The McLaren driver appeared noticeably somber as he made his way across the tarmac, despite being expected to remain in Brazil with friends for another week.

Fans at the terminal described him as “quiet, polite, but distant” and several reported he stayed seated alone for nearly 20 minutes after landing before being picked up.

No official statement from him, but many are speculating why the sudden detour to France… and why he looked like he hadn’t slept in days and if it's not related to a certain ballerina 👀

@lan_donothing:

He looks so cold and small wtf someone hug him 😭

@ballerinaburnbook:

nah this is about the ballerina 100000% he shortened his trip AND dropped that sad story

@maxpowered:

I thought he was living it up in Brazil with the boys?? He just ghosted the vibes.

@slowburnlando:

And the ballerina also came back earlier from her "solo trip" after her injurie

@pastelf1soul:

He’s not even TRYING to hide it 😩 Man is in is heartbreak era.

@gridgirldiaries:

Okay but imagine the girl walking through arrivals and seeing him like THAT 🥹

@f1rumourmill:

allegedly seen near Palais Garnier earlier today 👀Which… we ALL know who that links to.

@cherryribbons:

Hate how this saga has me acting like I’m in a sad indie film

@arianariverria

Back to Paris, back to dancing, back to healing

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@royaloperahouse_official

It is with great gravity that we announce the immediate termination of our lead principal dancer, Marc Bertrand, following multiple internal reports of inappropriate conduct toward several female colleagues within the company.

An internal investigation is currently underway. While we are committed to ensuring privacy and dignity for the individuals involved, we want to make it unequivocally clear that the Royal Opera will no longer employ, endorse, or support Mr. Bertrand in any capacity moving forward.

We remain committed to fostering a safe and respectful environment for all our artists. Updates will be provided when appropriate.

@balletteaaa wait wasn’t he dating Ariana Riverria?? 😧

@dramatica.london they broke up like a year ago but he was still acting like they were together 💀 creepy af

@truthwhispers There’ve been rumors about him cheating and being rough w/ some of the younger dancers… maybe now ppl are finally listening.

@arianaxparis I’m just glad Ariana left the Royal Opera and went back to Paris. She looks so much happier now 💕

@teaandtoeshoes Kinda weird how they’re keeping it internal. If it’s harassment, why not take it to court?

@ballerinaroyal if Ariana was his ex and she saw this behavior up close… no wonder she cut ties and moved on. poor girl 😞

@stagelightshadow So basically they fired him but aren’t saying exactly what he did? Sounds serious if they’re cutting ties completely.

@danseparisienne People have whispered about Marc for years. Arrogant, entitled, always flirting with younger dancers. Glad it’s finally public.

@bravoballetqueen Ohhh so THIS is why Ariana left so suddenly 😮‍💨 I thought it was a career move but now it makes sense…

@londonspotlight Is it true that he kept telling press he and Ariana were just "on a break"? 💀 Dude was delusional.

@truthinspandex If even Royal Opera is letting him go this fast, it has to be serious. They're not known for moving quickly on anything.

@justice4artists Why isn’t there a lawsuit? If he harassed multiple dancers, they deserve justice, not just a quiet “termination.”

@rumeurrouge I heard he tried to get Ariana removed from a role after they broke up bc she didn’t want to go back with him… 😳

Texts messages

Lando I saw the news about Marc. Are you okay?

Lando You probably still have me blocked. That’s fair. I deserve it. But I’m sending this anyway. Just in case.

Lando I can’t stop thinking about how horrible this must be for you. I’m so, so sorry you ever had to deal with him.

Lando And I’m even more sorry that when you were with me, I let my own jealousy get in the way of understanding what you’d really been through.

Lando I thought you were still close to him. I didn’t ask. I didn’t listen. I just assumed. And I acted like a complete idiot in Brazil because of it.

Lando You deserved my trust. Instead, I gave you silence, attitude, and suspicion. I hate that I became someone who made you feel small. You’re the last person who ever deserved that.

Lando I don’t know what happened between you and Marc, and I don’t need to. I just wish I’d known then what I know now, that you weren’t okay. That you were protecting yourself.

Lando And even if you were okay… I should’ve supported you anyway. I didn’t. And I regret that more than I can say.

Lando I’m here, Ariana. Even if I’m not who you want anymore. Even if you never reply. I just want you to be safe. And loved. I hope you know you are.

Lando Always on your side. Even now. Especially now.

Seen by Ariana 2:11 AM

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[libraford]

Okay so here's the rundown of everything that happened with the radio station because omg is it some drama.

In the 90's, there were a lot more independently-run radio stations. There wasn't IHeartRadio and there wasn't SiriusFM or JackFM. A dude could just have a radio station frequency and start a radio station as long as they complied with FCC regulations. And one of these radio stations in Columbus was an alternative station called CD101.

That frequency was sold to a classical station, which is fine because the exchange was friendly. And then the station moved to a different frequency, CD102.5.

So I know it may seem like radio DJ's are just weirdos with microphones and that's just not true- they are TALENTED weirdos with a microphone. You have to be personable, you have to know about the music you're playing, you have to be enthusiastic. And this station was pretty good about programming- they played local music, they played deep cuts, they played weird shit. There were programs for oddball and punk and goth music. They ran charities, they were at local festivals, they were in parades. Their radio station even had a small concert venue attached to it and they would invite visiting musicians to play. Like it really was about community.

But.

Radio stations are expensive, and they get more expensive every year, and in 2020 they were unable to renew their FCC license.

And then a couple months later, they were back again under CD 92.9. A radio station rented out the frequency to them and they were able to get back on the air. It was like nothing ever happened.

I'm not going to know what happened between the owner the frequency (Mark) and the owner of the station (Randy) because there's a lot of people talking about Mark overcharging on rent and Randy being late or short on payments.

An agreement was drawn up to have Randy buy the frequency over a period of (I think) 5 years. But the price was high and the terms of termination were brutal (if he was even one day late on a payment, it constituted termination of the contract). And Randy found those terms to be unreasonable.

So, they announced that the radio station would be going off the air February 1, 2024. And we're all pretty upset! Like, not to be like 'this station saved my life,' but this was a pretty consistent source of event news for me and its how I learned about a lot of concerts and artists. They played one of my friend's bands pretty often and its like 'hell yeah, I know that flutist!'

The DJs of CD92.9 said their good-byes on Facebook.

Meanwhile...

The new DJ of the new station announced that it was always his destiny run the station, and that the new station would be More local music, More deep cuts, More weird shit- and No Billie Eilish. "Out with the old, in with the new."

On one of the old DJ's good-bye posts, the new DJ tried to recruit him to the new station.

"Really? You're trying to poach me on my good-bye post?"

Mark makes a statement that the station will be committed to 'continuing the legacy of CD92.9' and will be using the same programming, the same music, the same DJ's.

Randy says 'the fuck it will, that wasn't the deal' and files a C&D. The DJ's are allowed to work for the new station if they so please, but the new station is not going to inherit shit. They cannot use the same programming, their staff, or any of the thousands of recordings they've use in the past 30 years. Any branding or attempt to brand as similar to CD92.9 is a breach of contract.

A facebook group formed around the support of CD 92.9. How to help, how to get their online stream onto your phone, upcoming events, sponsors to support, and a healthy amount of bitching. Admittedly, some of the posts were REAL stretches- like... I'm sorry darling, I know you want it to happen, but you are NOT going to get them on copyright infringement because their red X logo looks kind of like a similar red X logo from a radio station in Milwaukee.

CD92.9 goes down, 93X goes up.

He does play some more uncommon music, sure. But he doesn't announce who the artist is so its kind of like... what's the point in that? If you just play a local band, but we don't know who the local band is, how are we going to go to their concerts? He'd also talk smack about some bands and its like... don't? You're a public face now.

And then there's the radio edits, which he chose not to play on occasion, so the radio was full of f-bombs. FCC violation.

And as a DJ, simply not charismatic. Like I realize he's not Blorbo from my radio, but like I said- DJing is a skill.

So I just didn't listen. It wasn't worth my time to try. I found a different, less cool station to listen to in the car and I listened to the stream at home.

The mood of the facebook group shifted more towards support for the sponsors, events planned around 92.9, news about who is leaving and who is staying and we just kind of let 93X exist.

The promise of 'no Billie Eilish' fell through pretty quickly. Their music selection dropped to the usual 'alternative music' packet of Imagine Dragons and Twenty-One Pilots. And eventually...

They went off the air. After one month of airtime, it is now an oldies station.

93X DJ said 'well, congratulations you got what you wanted.' Which is half right. We wanted them to tank and our old station to succeed. We're still hopeful about the second part.

The Dispatch ran an article about the short-lived station. Ends with:

So just for like... summary-

Ya'll took over the station with a committed listener base, claimed that you'd be just continuing business as usual, tried to poach their talent, hired someone with no problem talking shit, and when your station failed...

... you want to blame a Facebook Group?

Are you a child?

Anyways, if you'd like to hear an alternative rock station in Columbus that's just doing their best, here's a link to the stream!

[emmett6]

i am being attacked by antis.

this is emmett. emmettnet, emmettverse, emmettland, emmettundead, emmettlab. whichever blog you knew me from.

i am a whump creator. i've been in the whump community for a few years now. and now, i am unable to share my work with the community on here because people are mass reporting me for being a proshipper, and Tumblr keeps deleting my blogs as a result.

(if that isn't the reason why, i would be more than happy to get the explanation from @staff that i've been asking for.)

now, that is speculation on my part based on the timing of each termination (it's after i put my pinned post in the whump tags).

but here are the facts:

months ago, i became comfortable enough to share proshipping content. seeing as how every other artist would link their nsfw work on here, i thought it was acceptable for me to do the same so long as the preview image did not violate any rules.

an anon asked if i was a proshipper, and i said i didn't ascribe to that label*, but i agreed with the philosophy.

*i don't have any choice BUT to use it now because my posts get removed for describing what the content is

note that this anon asked multiple people in the whump community if they were proshippers. it was the same person each time, same copy-and-pasted responses.

i kept posting my proshipping content, all with links and extensive content warnings.

i started getting anon hate.

my account was terminated. after further reflection and rereading the terms of service AGAIN, i figured maybe links are not allowed and so i switched to DM only.

this time, the anon hate was consistent. every week was something new. every day felt like bracing myself to open my inbox. i kept anon on, since i have so many people who feel uncomfortable sending asks off anon and didn't want to take away their safe space.

months pass. i go on hiatus for all of July. i find out someone stole my old nsfw art and reposted their edited versions of it to rule34, a site that i never wanted my work to be on. this person waited until the exact starting day of my hiatus to do this.

i come back to more anon hate in my inbox.

suddenly, out of nowhere, my account is terminated again.

i make a new blog. more anon hate. another termination.

lather, rinse, repeat.

i stopped doing DM only stuff. i figured, if i just link my other platforms and only post safe things on Tumblr, there's nothing in the rules against that. everyone has links to their social media.

i still get terminated. and again, i keep getting terminated after i post my pinned post in the whump tags. which -- speculation again -- leads me and others to think that these antis are stalking the whump tags, waiting for me to show up so they can mass report me and get me terminated.

i have NO idea what they would report, aside from claiming i'm trying to "dodge being blocked". which, i'm not. in fact, i say every single time i come back that i WANT people to block me if they need to.

but regardless, it keeps happening.

i'm losing a place i considered home.

i'm being forced out of a community on here i love so dearly.

and you want to know something funny? for some strange reason, i'm unable to block my anons. yup. an 'error' message comes up. and i'm apparently unable to report them too -- like reporting the one who called me a 'tumblr tranny' and said i would 'always be a woman' for hate speech. oops, sorry. error message.

by now, i've been called evil. told to listen to my intrusive thoughts. told that i should be on a watch list. told that it's disgusting that someone's mutuals still interact with me. told that i have no place in the whump community.

i know that's not true.

i'm so sick and tired of being treated like this. i'm tired of being dehumanized. and i'm disgusted with this behavior.

at this point, i'm just screaming as many times as i can. i'll keep losing blogs, because i know my attackers will read this and just keep on reporting me. what do they have to lose? nothing. they don't have enough of a conscience to care. and why should they? clearly, i'm a monster. i'm a piece of shit. i don't deserve basic respect, and i apparently don't deserve to keep my 'platform'. to stay in my community and to keep my livelihood.

my discord is emmettnet. send me a DM if you don't want to lose me, because there is no point in following me repeatedly just for every blog to be terminated.

if you want to reblog this to spread the word and show your support, i would be eternally grateful. but i understand if you choose not to; i don't want anyone to be subjected to what i'm going through.

thank you for reading.

[thescarletnargacuga]

ehehhe- *COUGH* aha, okay-

A showtime one shot with good ol' DIGITAL HALLUCINATIONS! (I was wondering what Caine had meant by this in the pilot, and what if it wasn't just a cover up for the door?)

Pomni finds herself in an unknown part of the area/game, and- well, hallucinates! She re-experiences her worst memories, even seeing alternative scenarios that went bad.

Caine eventually finds her, but she can't tell if he's real or not.

Looks like you're stuck in the fog...

-Fowl Anon

A/N: poor Pomni...

DIGITAL HALLUCINATIONS

A SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: trauma, nightmare imagery, body horror, angst, hurt/comfort

~~~

Pomni wasn't looking for trouble. She was in her room tossing a ball against the wall when it collided weird with her bed and it violently catapulted her to places unknown. She fell hundreds of feet below the map, bracing for the all too familiar impact.

SMACK!!

She laid face up, the wind knocked out of her. "....ow..." She wheezed. It took a minute for her to find her footing, but she eventually stood and looked around. She was out of bounds again. The blank, gridded walls went on for miles in every direction. She has no idea where she could go or even find game assets to use to get back up like last time, so she just started walking.

"Caine..? Hello? CAINE! ...for crying out loud. I wonder how long I'll be down here before he realizes I'm missing. Maybe I can find a void access point again. That seemed to get his attention in a hurry." She walked for what felt like hours, going deeper and deeper into the unseen bowels of the game. It was like a maze. At one point, she was convinced she was going in circles.

The longer she was down there alone, the more stressed she became. She started running to find something, anything that looked familiar. "Caine! Caine, please!" She called, but no one came.

She stopped in her tracks when something out of the corner of her eye moved around a corner. "HELLO!?" She panted and waited for a response.

Nothing. The out of bounds area was eerily quiet.

She ran after what she thought she saw. Rounding the corner, the gridded walls changed to brick. The vaulted ceiling became a night sky. A light post illuminated a rainy alley. Pmi spun around, the out of bounds was gone. "What the-!? Did I accidentally walk into a world Caine's made?"

Everything was so real. The rain, the damp alley smell, the sounds of cars beyond her line of sight. She stood in the flickering cone of the street light, unsure what to do, when a hooded figure with their hands in the large front pocket started aggressively walking right at her.

"Who are you? Hello? What's going on??" Pomni asked as she backed up, but the figure pulled a gun on her.

"Give me all your fucking money!!"

"I- What!? I don't-!?"

The mugger cocked the gun, pressing it to Pomni's head. "You think I'm playin'!? Give me the money, NOW!!"

Pomni backed up against the brick wall behind her, but it crumbled as she leaned her weight against it. She fell through. Suddenly, she was on the floor of a hospital room. No rain or brick walls or muggers. She got up quickly, seeing another unknown person in the bed in front of her.

"What is happening??" Pomni begging the person, but they seemed to be asleep. Pomni got a little closer. It was a middle aged woman, but she was sick beyond her years. Whatever she was in the hospital for, it was terminal. "Hello?"

The sick woman opened her eyes and smiled at Pomni. She opened her mouth to speak, but only coughed.

"Don't- don't stress yourself, uh...I can find help elsewhere." Pomni started to back up but the woman held her hand out pleadingly. "I'm sorry, I don't, uh.... Let me get someone for you."

The sick woman closed her sad eyes. The heart monitor she was connected to flatlined.

Pomni ran out of the room and down the hall. "This isn't real. None of this is real." She told herself over and over, and yet her heart hurt for a woman she didn't even recognize. It could've been an NPC for all she knew.

The hospital halls became a school hall. Dozens of eyes peered through the small windows on the classroom doors. Pomni kept running. The doors behind her opened one after another. A horse of children piled out and scampered across the floor and walls like hell-spawns, jeering and screaming at her.

Tears streaked down Pomni's face. Her conscious mind has no idea what was happening, but subconsciously she knew this place. The bullying, the loss, the fear, all of it was clawing at the back of her mind.

She got to the end of the hall and threw herself through the door. She slammed it behind her, and now she was in an area she recognized. An office. A very plain but uncanny liminal space. "CAAAAAINE! CAINE, HELP ME!!" She begged for him to hear her, but no one came.

After catching her breath, she kept going. Staying in one spot was never going to help. The offices repeated, feeling less and less real the further she went. Then she saw it. The computer. The headset.

Maybe that was the way back. She picked up the headset and looked into it. Blackness. She tried turning on the computer. Nothing. "Come on! What do I do!?"

"Useless girl."

Pomni just about jumpedout of her skin. She spun to see a man in business casual loom in the doorframe. He was so tall, he had to duck to step inside the office space. His limbs were unnaturally long. His hands were thin and gangly, with yellow unkept fingernails. The worst part, he has no face. Only a hole, lined with rows and rows of needle like teeth.

"YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!" The monster boomed and rushed Pomni.

Pomni did the only thing she could think of and jumped out the window. She fell and fell and fell down into darkness. Voices surrounded her. They screeched and screamed and called and laughed. She felt like she knew all of them, but could tell from where or when.

Circus music gradually drowned out the voices and she landed on top of a yellow and red striped tent. She rolled down the roof and landed hard on the ground. It was the digital circus tent but the grounds looked off. "CAINE! CAINE!!!" she screamed her voice hoarse, but no one came.

She was too scared to keep going. She didn't want to know how this nightmare could get worse, but it gave her no choice. The nightmare came to her. The entrance to the tent opened on its own and five familiar voices tried to call her inside. The distorted and echoing voices of Ragatha, Gangle, Zooble, Jax and Kinger became louder the more she ignored them. She had to cover her ears.

She could hear through her hands that the voices were getting closer to the entrance and she backed away. A massive glitching claw came out of the darkness and slammed into the ground in front of her. Then another. And another. The largest abstraction Pomni has ever seen emerged, carrying static features and voices of the entire circus cast.

"THIS YOUR FATE! THIS IS YOUR FATE! THIS IS YOUR FATE!" The abstraction repeated over and over as it got closer.

Pomni couldn't run no matter how hard she tried. It was like her feet were made of cement. She got only two steps in when the abstraction was upon her, it's digital body splitting open to consume her whole.

Pomni's broken voice couldn't scream as she felt something wrap around her middle. She kicked and flailed, but the hold was strong. Her digital body felt useless for fighting back.

"POMNI! POMNI, IT'S ME!! STOP- OW!" Caine held his eye that she just threw her elbow into.

Pomni hyperventilated against Caine. She death gripped his arms and blinked several times as she looked around in panic. She was still out of bounds, but everything was blank again. No monsters, no liminal spaces, no people with weapons.

"Pomni, you're okay. Everything is okay." Caine soothed. "What happened? How did you get back here?"

"Monsters." Pomni's voice was weak.

"Monsters? There are no monsters here. Well, none active, at least."

"I saw people. Real people. And places. And monsters. Everything wanted to hurt me."

"Real...? Oh no. Digital hallucinations-"

"I KNOW WHAT I SAW!!" Pomni screeched and coughed from the strain on her voice.

"I know, dear. You're not crazy. It's a real thing. This place has unforeseen effects on the human mind. It's why I don't let anyone back here. You go deep enough and you start...seeing things. People and places your mind knows, but you don't. I understand it's a very frightening experience." Caine gently pulled her close and ran a hand soothingly across her back. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. Everything is okay. None of it was real. You aren't in any danger."

Pomni slowly calmed, loosening her grip and hugging Caine back. "I want to get out of here."

Caine teleported to Pomni's room. The bed is completely fine. The ball she'd been throwing was on her nightstand. Pomni was still trembling, refusing to let go of Caine.

He sat on the bed and cradled Pomni, her head resting on his shoulder. "You don't need to tell me what you saw. It must have been terrible to make you react like this."

Pomni could only give a pathetic whimper in response.

"You're safe now. I'll.... I'll figure out a way for you to contact my watch. I won't let this happen to you again. I promise."

[momojedi]

— OMEGA

topic. hunter x gn! jedi! reader

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type. loss, pt 5 note. it’s back baby. hi, hello, I’ve been super busy lately. I started my graduation year in september and I’ve been so busy since, it’s crazy :’) I’m trying to save some time out of school for writing and art so I can bring back this blog for you all! warnings. tantiss, creepy hemlock? laboratory, panicking tag list: @ooostarwarsfandom501st @shadow-rebel-223

star wars masterlist/loss masterlist || pinned post

The air is tense as we march down the endless, sterile corridors of Tantiss, the commander's blaster barrel digging into my back threateningly while troopers and scientists scurry past us in a rush. Confused, I raise a brow. It's only when my focus drifts away from my steps and my gaze is following another hurrying doctor that I bump into someone, shoulder hitting another shoulder and a hiss erupts from the very person in front of me. "Sorry!" I immediately turn to look at them when I'm met with a deadly pair of brown eyes.

Clone eyes are nothing I'm unfamiliar with. Over the course of the Clone Wars I worked with more republic troopers than I could probably count. Time and time again have I interacted with those very brown eyes, laughed with them, cried with them and sometimes even watched the light drift from them as they slipped into a final slumber. Still, the eyes I'm pierced by now are different. They're far sharper yet exhausted, too, as if they'd seen things, very bad things. I scan the stranger's face. He looks nothing like a clone; taller, slimmer and with edgier features, yet the eyes give it away. A fine crosshair covers the side of his face.

"Watch your step." He snarls at me in a rough tone before being shoved forward by the prisoner behind him. I barely have time to register what just happened when the commander drives the blaster into my back, pushing me to move further myself.

I remain silent for a bit, stumbling forward while lingering on the strange clone internally. He seemed so ... familiar. But my mind is quickly cleared when, suddenly, the static of a comm makes my ears perk up. The commander grips my arm, making me still.

"The guests will arrive shortly, sir," a voice chirps from the other side of the line. Then I'm shoved again. "Hurry," the commando barks behind me, "we can't be late." Digging my nails into my palms and trying my best to swallow my already battered pride, I stumble ahead.

Eventually, we halt in front of a doorway. The commando types a code into the terminal and the path ahead opens, leading into a large laboratory. The air smells sterile and sharp, likely influenced by various chemical reactions and a distant beep erupts from a monitoring system behind us, far enough to seem insignificant, yet loud enough to be irritating. But that’s nothing compared to the sight in front of me that leaves me wrinkling my nose in disgust.

Dr. Karr and Hemlock stand together, deep in conversation as we approach. Hemlock looks up with a smile, and there’s a glint in his cold eyes that unsettles me, as if they see right through me. “Ah, Commander,” he addresses the trooper, assessing me while clasping his hands behind his back. “Thank you for your attendance.” I scoff. “Didn’t exactly have the choice.” At that, Hemlock chuckles dryly. “Well, Dr. Karr, they’re all yours now.” His voice is low as he speaks to her, but his gaze never leaves me. My stomach tightens, but I refuse to look away. Whether it’s an act of defiance or fear, I don’t know, but I don’t really have time to think about it anyway when I hear Dr Karr’s voice pipe up.

“Omega,” she calls flatly, and the familiar face of the little girl who had once brought me comfort appears beside her. Suddenly, as soon as the name reaches my ears, the sight of her makes my blood run cold. Memories crash into me—Hunter and his brothers, Tech’s quiet stories of their lost sister, and the night that tore me from them forever. My eyes widen, locking onto Omega. It takes every ounce of control not to start hyperventilating. My pulse races, my breath shallow, and in my head; one word repeats. Omega.

Lost in shock, I barely register the shackles loosening around my wrists. Hemlock’s smug voice drifts through the haze, but I can hardly focus. “You’ll have to excuse me,” he hums, his tone dripping with false courtesy. “I have important business to attend to. Though I trust you’re in good hands?” His question is more a statement, leaving no room for defiance. Dr. Karr nods. “Yes, sir.” He smiles, that infuriating, condescending smile. “Wonderful.” And just like that, he’s gone, the commando trailing after him.

I watch them leave, feeling utterly paralyzed, drowning in the chaos of my thoughts. What now? What am I supposed to do with all this… this truth that stands right in front of me? The weight of it presses down on me, so heavy I can barely breathe. Hunter’s desperation and sleepless nights looking for clues, Tech and Echo’s constant connections, Wrecker’s ongoing nightmares. Everything we’ve been searching for—every answer we’ve bled for—is here. But now that it’s staring me in the face, I don’t know how to handle it.

“Uhm, are you coming?”

The sound of her voice snaps me out of my daze. I spin around to find Omega watching me, hesitant, unsure. She seems smaller now, more fragile than the image I’d built up in my mind. I run my tongue over my cracked lips, trying to form words, but the world feels too overwhelming to speak. All I can do is stare, frozen in place, lost in the enormity of it all.

So I just nodded and followed quietly.

[greenheart-anon]

??? I thought you deactivated??? I'm so glad you're back

I don't know what happened but every time I looked at your posts that I reblogged you appeared dead

Sorry for not answering this sooner nonnie.

First of all I want to thank you and all the people that reached out about what happened, I really appreciate it💚

I never deactivate, I would never do that, I just celebrated my 12 anniversary on my main blog, this is my happy place and I spend here all my free time. Tumblr just thought I was a spam blog and terminated my account and it took me 44 days and like 5 or 6 emails to get it back😭

Because of that I've deleted all the source links in all my posts to avoid it happening again (I'll insert them on the text from now on, but please, don't come for me if any of those posts doesn't have them), I don't think tumblr will give my blogs back next time. I will make a few changes but I'm not leaving, as I said a lot of times before they will have to pry tumblr from my cold dead hands🤣

I'm so happy to be back. Lots of love💚

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Ermagerdddd, your Leona leadership post kickstarted the Leona brain rot again <3 It got me thinking what would happen if for his birthday he received a card/letter with all the positive things people have said about his skills and leadership. It doesn't seem like many of them say it outright to his face.

[Referencing this post!]

EW, NOT THE L*ONA ROT BRAIN 🤢 I'm sorry to say that the condition is terminal/j

Mmm, I feel like that actually wouldn't change much or invoke that strong of a reaction from him???

Leona's not usually very forthcoming with his true feelings, and nor is he the kind of person that gets openly sentimental when presented with praise. There have been examples of him casually accepting recognition or compliments (Jack tells Leona he's an incredible dorm leader, Leona responds with a short laugh asks Jack to serve as a model for the rest of the dorm). Sometimes depends on how the praise is worded though, as there’s many times when Leona gets offended because of it (Vil says Leona is “only good” for his handsome face; Cheka says Leona is good at Magift but then asks him to teach him how to play; Farena/Falena tells him “even if you can’t be king”, he's intelligent and there's a lot of good Leona can do for their country). There are also times when he deflects or attributes compliments to others’ ulterior movies (like when he rightfully points out Ace is gushing about him to stay close for protection in Endless Halloween Night). He has a voice line as recent as his Broomquet (that just dropped) where he says there's so many herbivores looking at him with sparkling eyes, so he may as well entertain them this time. Even when Leona's got all the attention on him and is being showered with affection, he tends to act very lowkey about it or act in a way which implies he doesn’t believe them. (For example, maybe he’s convinced himself it’s his birthday, so the attention is condition or fleeting.)

Leona is already well aware of what his own skillset is, and where his strengths like. He's frustrated with the world for not seeing his merits—but because he's been verbally beaten down so much in his childhood, he's had to build up emotional walls to prevent his little-kid ego from getting hurt. That's likely manifested into this sort of reluctance to fully believe/accept and internalize praise (because no matter how confident in himself Leona may outwardly act, there's always still that lingering doubt and collected bitterness toward the world that once denied it to him). It’s an inferiority complex resulting from the critique he got as a child and constant comparisons to his older brother, so… in actuality, Leona’s confidence isn’t 100% “real”; there’s an element of self-doubt there, so more often than not he’s scoffing at what others say about him or taking their words cynically (ie focusing on the negative aspects interpreting their words negatively).

Learned behavior like that won't be reversed with one birthday card from all his peers! (I think it's probably something Leona ought to unpack during his mandated post-OB therapy sessions.) Maybe Leona would be sarcastic when he first receives the card—"What, for me? You shouldn't have. It's just going to be shoved into a drawer where it'll never see the light of another day" (you know, like trying to deflect how he's really feeling by acting a little dismissive about it?), but he'll claim to keep it anyway so as to not hurt 'all his fans' precious feelings'.

[xxsp3llb0undxx]

Iris

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x unknown! reader [895 Words]

DISCLAIMER: DO NOT POST MY WORK TO OTHER SITES OR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN. I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO COD OR THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THE FIC, I ONLY OWN SOME STORYLINE NOTHING MORE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE WRITERS AND DEVELOPERS OF COD.

Summary: The truth of Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

WARNINGS: SENSITIVE THEMES // MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL MISUSE // DEATH // ANGST // TRAUMATISED GHOST // DISCRIPTIVE HOSTAGE SITUATION // TORTURE // MENTIONS OF SOAP'S DEATH // YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED // UNEDITED

Iris was her name, or at least that was what Ghost had told everyone. No one knew anything about her or why Ghost never brought her around for the rest of the unit to meet her.

What they didn't know was she didn't exist, not anymore. Ghost had been clinging onto memories that had soon begun to fade into nothing. Iris was no longer and Simon wasn't going to let that happen. If he had to, he would force himself to relive that day all over again.

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It was a hot, humid day. Ghost and the rest of his team had been ordered to take out a potential threat in the heart of Afghanistan. It was supposed to be a quick job. Get in, terminate the threat, get out, go home. But something always had to go tits up.

There were hostages in the building, something the higher ups forgot to mention. Iris was with Ghost that day, helping him evacuate the hostages before proceeding further into the building. Everything was going to plan, until it wasn't. Dust clouded Ghost's vision, bangs and screams flooded his ears. He had reached behind him, trying desperately to find Iris but she wasn't there.

He had been told to evacuate, to come back to base. Of course, the stubborn Soldier didn't want to; not without one of his teammates. Ghost had been forcefully removed from the building and thrown into the Black Hawk, the rest of his unit had to hold him back from jumping out of the helo.

Days had turned into weeks and no one had any new updates about Iris, where she was or if she was even alive. That was until they had gotten an anonymous link from an untraceable email. Like any curious soul, the Captain of Ghost's unit had clicked the link. It was a livestream to a webchat, Iris was bound to a wooden chair; her face beaten in and blood spewing from her mouth.

"You.. cant.. break.. me.." They heard Iris slur, her words sounded like gurgles as she choked on her own blood. Her captor stood in front of the camera, his face was covered by a mask but everyone knew just by the way he tilted his head, he was taunting them.

The livestream continued, Iris endured hours upon hours of torture. Her body bruised and bleeding. She put up a fight, never giving in, no matter how much she wanted to.

"You.. will.. never.. get.. anything.. from.. me.." Iris breathed out, fumbling over her words. Her head fell forward only to be forcefully held up by her hair. An amused, yet annoyed, laugh fell from her captors lips. He had whispered something into her ear, something that had ticked her off. Iris looked over at the camera, tears pricking at the corners of her green eyes.

I'm sorry.. She mouthed to the camera before a loud bang went off. Her head falling forward once more. Blood and brain matter splattered all over the floor and her lap. Her head was lifted up once more, angling it so the camera had a full view of the mess that was once her angelic face. Ghost sat there silently, his jaw was clenched and eyes cold.

He couldn't process what he had just watched. Anger was seething through his veins as he stood up abruptly from the chair he was once sitting in and threw the laptop across the room as he let out a heart wrenching scream. He stormed out the room, ignoring every soldier that passed him, not even sparing them a glance. He was on a rampage.

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A few years had passed since the incident. Ghost had turned to his old friend, Mr. Whiskey, to help sooth the pain but it never did work, did it Simon? He had been transferred to a different unit, Task Force 141. His old Captain thinking it would suit him better, more missions meaning less time to be in his own head.

But that didn't work either. Nothing seemed to work, everything reminded Ghost of Iris. He had gotten close to MacTavish, or Soap if you will, telling him a few little things about Iris when it wasn't hard to even breathe her name. Everything seemed to have gotten better, Ghost had become a Lieutenant and Soap was beside him through everything. Every drunken conversation, every rage filled outburst, every late night chat that would always end in tears.

Soap seemed to help ease the pain a little but even that fell through. When Soap died, Ghost completely broke - seeking comfort in the one friend he knew he'd never lose, Mr. Whiskey. He was discharged from the SAS after being diagnosed with PTSD, his life was never the same; not after losing Iris and Soap, the only people who knew the real him. The only one's who knew the Simon Riley.

The only thing he could seem to remember about her were her eyes, bright green like gems. They were his favourite things about her, the way her eyes would practically light up whenever she saw him or how they would crinkle at the corners when she smiled. God.. he just knew it was probably for the best that she wasn't around when he met Soap, he knew they would've been the death of him if they were together.

[wonswondrland]

departure

warning! vulgar language + written! (wc 566)

i sat on the hard wooden floor of the abandoned practice room. the lights were dim, the leds from the hallway lighting up the room from the small windows. i sighed looking up at the clock on the wall. 2:47. i dissociated for a couple of seconds, staring at the wall, the faint steps of feet heard from the other practice rooms becoming white noise in my brain. suddenly the aggressive vibration of my phone rips me from the trance signaling renjun’s call. “hi baby. are you okay?” i smile at his sweet voice. “been better. it’s kind of just radio silence in my mind rn. I can’t help but dissociate every couple of minutes,” i chuckle, sadly, trying to pretend i’m okay. “baby” he drags out, “i’m so sorry. i’m on my way to your dorm right now and i’ll be waiting for you as soon as the meeting is done okay? i’ll be here with you no matter what happens today” i smile at his words. my eyes glance upwards at the clock again. 2:56. “i love you my angel. stay strong okay?” “thank you junnie. i love you so much” i whisper, closing my eyes. “you’ve got it, love. go to the meeting and i’ll be here waiting for you,” renjun sweetly soothed my nerves as he hangs up. i take a deep breath and make my way to the elevator.

i bounced my leg under the table, nerves surging through my body. yujin places her hand on my knee. “breath,” she whispers. i nod, trying not to have a mental breakdown as out manager and the higher ups of hybe and belift walk in. the door closes and the room suddenly feels heavy. i try my hardest to listen but i can’t help but feel like the walls are closing in on me. it’s not to rei waved her hand in front of my face that i’m snapped back to reality. “kl are you okay?” she whispers. i nod quickly, rubbing my hands on my legs, letting out a sigh. “so going forward, we have decided that kl is to be removed from trbl.” all six of us gasp, immediately realizing what was happening. i feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. “your contract with trbl will be terminated today and we will begin your transition into a soloist. you will move out of the dorm tomorrow into your own apartment provided by the company. we will meet again next week to go over your new direction with belift.” at this point we are all crying, the girls all hugging me. i quickly dry my eyes. “thank you,” i choke out. my now ex manager gives me a sad smile as everyone but the girls leave. as soon as the door closes i break down leaning on rei. “i’m so sorry.” 

i walked into my room to see renjun sitting on my bed. i immediately lay down on his chest, crying. “oh princess i’m so sorry,” he whispers, holding me close. he rubs my back and leaves a gentle kiss on the crown of my head. “i’m so sorry love.” i clung onto him like a koala, sobbing. after a while my sobs calmed as i listened to his soft breathing and rhythmic heartbeat. renjun continued to hold me tight, both of us eventually falling into a deep slumber. 

Eyes Off You

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a/n! okay im so dead wrong for waiting like 20 days to post.. i've had this written and literally have just been lazy and then has finals and shit but now i'm back! i'll be posting a couple more chapters tonight and then eyes off you will be on a short pause until december 27th but i will posting A LOT in the meantime!! enjoy!𝜗𝜚

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[relleytrots]

Because Luciana and Santino were mentioned, I'd love to ask about them for the VTM OC Ask Game: 6, 12, 46.

Sorry I was kinda going in blind on this one. Hope you don't mind me potentially popping up with another ask when I see some other OCs of yours that catch my fancy!

6. What was their relationship to their sire? Were they close in any way or mere strangers?

12. What happened that lead up to their embrace?

I'm glad you asked both of these, because they're kind of... inseparable questions.

Luciana was married to her sire Riccardo. Wedding of the century. Augustus Giovanni was there, or at least he was in the church while it was happening and didn't tell them to knock it off. Riccardo wanted the greatest necromancer of her generation, and Luciana didn't want to die, and that was that. See, he was very much a fists and finance Giovanni, he'd come up the rough way, and she was terminally ill, with a "wasting sickness" we'd now classify as inherited muscular dystrophy. The price we pay for breeding for black magic...

Riccardo was also very, very controlling, and between the Dominate and the bond and the sex and the assets all belonging to him and them moving to American in the 1900s when California was being sold by the mile, Luciana didn't really have an unlife of her own for ages upon ages.

Until Riccardo's Humanity started to sink. Until he got distracted by his mortal descendants. Until it became clear he'd need to sleep out a couple of decades. He suggested that Luciana find a companion, someone who would keep her in the manner to which she'd become accustomed - not to replace him, but to fulfil his masculine obligations while he was indisposed.

Luciana chose this sweet, sad outcast from the Californian branch of the family: a rocker with a gangster past, a black sheep who'd never have gotten anywhere near the big secret any other way. She seduced Santino, over the course of six months, and Riccardo put the fear of God into him. Clearly the boy wasn't up to the task. Clearly he needed... motivation.

Which is why, on the night of his actual Embrace, Santino had his left eye cut out, replaced with an occio dell 'uomo morto - a dead man's eye, thoroughly haunted, and in this case taken from the candidate who'd been meant for the Embrace that year. On the night he died, Santino was mutilated, scared shitless, and cast into Luciana's bed to receive a post-coital Kiss.

46. What are their ambition(s) if any?

Luciana has finally stepped out of her husband's shadow. She had decades without him to clear her head and formulate herself, and she's made up her mind that she wants to define the famiglia's future. That five-dot Loresheet entry, Aspiring Anziana? That was made for her. She's blackmailed her way into the outermost reaches of the inner circle, the least important person in the most important room; her long term designs are on the 1444 Chamber itself.

Santino isn't quite himself, any more. Riccardo's gone, but his vitae lives on: these nights, Santino's blood is too thick and too old and too proud for his own good. It's left him kind of directionless, not sure if anything he wants is what he wants or what it wants. He tried to stage a comeback, live out the last few years of his abortive mortal career, and it went less well than could have been expected. He's sadder than ever, broken in place, and has returned to Luciana with a grudging admission that she was right; you can't live your life over again.

[pbaz7]

Hi pretty girl, I’m going to post part 1 rn but that means I need part 2 as soon as possible my love 💋. And I miss you so much more!!! It’s actually sick how much I miss you. But okayyyy here we goooo.

The morning light filtered through the windows of Ronald Reagan National Airport, casting a golden hue over the terminal. I walked with an easy confidence toward my gate, the faint smell of coffee lingering in the air from the small kiosk in the corner.

Omgggg classic!!! Meeting at the airport 🙄

A movement beside me caught my attention. Someone slipped into the seat next to mine with an easy kind of grace. At first, I didn't think much of it, but when she settled in, a sense of familiarity stirred in my chest, so l glanced over slightly.

IS THAT AZZI FUDDDDD 👏

Azzi Fudd. That's ironic.

UConn's star shooter. One of the most talented shooting guards in the country.

Oh my gosh!!! No wonder that caught your attention paige. It’s the light skin curly head with a fat ASS-……..sorry! 😭

I let the silence linger, enjoying the moment before saying. "I hope you have a great game, Azzi Fudd."

Omg just say you want them drawlz off ma’am 😐

Still, I could tell she was thinking about our exchange. I'd seen that look a few times before-the subtle mix of curiosity and amusement. The kind that said, Who is this person?

Azzi not having a clue of who Paige is when Paige seems to know all about Azzi is fryin me 😭😭

I smirked, turning toward her just slightly. "I just respect greatness."

PERIODDTTTTTTT!!! Good job Paige your definitely getting the huzz after that line 🫦

Eventually, she glanced over again. "Since you know who I am, do I get to know who you are?"

I turned toward her, meeting her gaze with a confident ease. "You'll figure it out."

Omg just say you want eachother already!!!!

"Okay, I'm sorry-I can't help it," she finally said, exhaling a quiet laugh. "I need some more answers from you."

Just can’t stay away huh 😂😂

Azzi exhaled a soft chuckle, shaking her head as if she couldn't quite believe herself right now. "But you know who I am, and you're flying in for the game on Thursday. That seems like the universe trying to tell me something. Like I should talk to you more."

Universe is bringing greatness together Azzi fudd just be patient 👏😍

"Things kinda just happen in life that change how you used to be," I said simply, my voice carrying something quieter. Then, with a small, almost nostalgic smile, I added, "I used to be a chatterbox."

This will soon go away in the bedroom, Paige your definitely not lasting with the nonchalant quiet act. 😬😬 JUST KIDDING I’m innocent!!! No but in all seriousness Paige will definitely bring out the chatterbox days when she’s with Azzi 🥳

Azzi hummed, shifting in her seat so she was angled toward me again. "Alright then. Who's your favorite team?"

SAY UCONN PAIGE!!

I leaned back, letting the suspense build for a second before finally answering, "I've always been a South Carolina fan."

Ho- 🧍🏽‍♀️

I smirked. "Didn't realize this was a dealbreaker."

Paige your flirting is soooo obvioussss moveeee😭😭

Azzi was already in front of me, but I caught the way she paused, how her eyes flicked toward my arm. It wasn't much, but I knew what she saw-how the muscles, usually understated, tensed for just a second, giving away what I was in fact an athlete.

Yea she definitely having daydreams about that ACTION 😝😛 #needthat #desirethat

I smirked slightly. "See something interesting?"

If they were candy, they would be a share size pack of skittles I’ll tell you!

Her eyes flickered with something -curiosity, maybe. "Where are you sitting Thursday, Paige?" huffed a quiet laugh, shifting my weight slightly. "You'll see me, don't worry."

UGHHH JUST KISS ALREADY 😃

I turned first, heading toward baggage claim, but I could still feel her eyes on me for just a second longer before she finally walked away.

Omgggg they are so cuteeeee. I NEED PART 2 NAUWWWWW📢📢📢📢

Azzi let out a small laugh at that, shaking her head. She gestured toward the other side of the booth. "Since you seem curious, you might as well sit."

That’s rizz. Would’ve worked on me too shiii 🥰

Azzi studied her for a second before speaking again. "So, you gonna tell me where you're sitting tomorrow, or are you still trying to be mysterious?"

She needs her encouragement for tomorrow paigeeeee 🙃

Paige raised an eyebrow, lips twitching like she was trying not to smile. "That a compliment?"

Azzi mirrored her expression. "Haven't decided yet."

Here Azzi you dropped this: 🧢

Because you know damn well 😂

The girl gave Paige a once-over, her gaze lingering a lot longer than necessary. It wasn't subtle, and it didn't go unnoticed. Paige blinked, raising an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

Omgggg here we fucking go. 😆

The waiter jotted it down, her eyes flicking back to Paige, clearly intrigued. "I've never seen you around here before," she said, voice tinged with interest. "I would've remembered a face like that."

Bruuuu watch outttttt. Move around ho 😤

"Here you go," the waiter said, her tone lingering as she looked at Paige with clear interest. "Can I get you anything else gorgeous?"

Paige offered a polite but tight smile. "No, thank you."

SHES NOT INTERESTED!!! MOVE AROUND GO DRINK SOME WATER. You thirsty asl 🖕

Paige picked up her sandwich, glancing at Azzi with a smirk. "You jealous?" Azzi exhaled a short laugh, shaking her head. "Not even a little."

CAP CAP CAP 😂😂

Azzi tilted her head slightly, eyes flickering over Paige with something unreadable behind them. "You're really hard to get a read on."

Paige let out a soft chuckle, tearing off a small piece of her sandwich. "That's funny. You seem to be doing just fine."

AZZI YOU EATIN GIRLLL 😝😝 Paige just ask her on a date already!!!

That's when she reached for her wallet, and Paige immediately waved her off. "I got it. Don't worry about it."

Big daddy bueckers 😝😝 sugardadddyyyyyyy

Azzi let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Fine, but I'm getting it next time."

Paige arched a brow. "Next time?"

Azzi pushed up from the booth, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Yeah, next time." She adjusted her jacket before glancing at Paige one last time. "I'll see you tomorrow, Paige."

Azzi the woman you are. Her confidence in saying that like she knowsss 😩😫

Paige hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing her words before saying, "I need you to be open-minded tomorrow, okay?"

UGHHHHH I NEED THURSDAY TO COME QUICKER 😃😃 cuz wdym Paige 🙃

AHHHHH okay so i love the flirting, it’s so freakin cute and pushing eachother to the limits. It’s so like grounding and keeps us on edge. Ughhh I can’t wait for part 2 today ahhhhhh. But babygirlll is there a new fic coming? You been doing one shots and I LOVE YOUUUU. I love the one shots but I want some fic action 😌. Have a good rest of your day and you will hear from me when I do the live reaction for part 2 💋💋 bye pretty

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Oh my gosh!!! No wonder that caught your attention paige. It's the light skin curly head with a fat ASS-......sorry!

you’re actually insane 😀

PERIODDTTTTTTT!!! Good job Paige your definitely getting the huzz after that line

lmao who said she wanted the huzz??

This will soon go away in the bedroom, Paige your definitely not lasting with the nonchalant quiet act. 😬😬 JUST KIDDING I'm innocent!!! No but in all seriousness Paige will definitely bring out the chatterbox days when she's with Azzi

you’re literally a whore i see now

UGHHH JUST KISS ALREADY

mind you they just met 😭

SHES NOT INTERESTED!!! MOVE AROUND GO DRINK SOME WATER. You thirsty asl

😭😭😭.

sugardadddyYYYYYY

for the $10 sandwich ??!!??

this one might turn into a few parts honestly. we’re going to see how people react to pt 2 and go from there lol

[xiii-e]

//DATA COMPILING//

//MESSAGE DECRYPTION COMPLETE//

//COMMUNICATIONS OPENED//

SENDER: Z-341-A

CALLSIGN: ALPHABET SOUP

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Good morning, Helios-8.

I apologize for the message out of the blue, as well as intruding where I do not belong on this issue, but I feel that I must make my case for Thirteen-E in fairness to all parties involved.

I have seen your exchange with Lockbreaker of MSMC-796, what you and Thirteen went through was distressing, what Lockbreaker had gone through equally so. I cannot say that I had not heard about similar things. Flash clones of my line, if they were particularly effective, would have their memories grafted into a new body upon their disposal and would retain the same designation as functionally the same clone (although monitored more closely for psychological fracture). I understand that this is not comparable, that having a very personal relationship to someone this happens to must be distressing, however…

I am advised not to say that it is for the best. That is insensitive. I, instead, want to stress the idea that Thirteen and Thirteen-E are very different people. It’s hard on a clone, to have their memories grafted into a new body, it’s why the clones of my line it happened to had a 64% higher chance of APMS termination post-psychological break. They need stability, familiarity, and while Thirteen may have wanted to break away from the project it seems that Thirteen-E, being a different person, takes comfort in their situation as I do.

I can say from very personal experience how important being allowed to take comfort in the familiar is, even when it is uncomfortable to those around us. From the few times I have spoken to Thirteen-E, it seems that they have a very similar mindset as I do about our respective creations and purposes. While their original creation and training may have failed them, perhaps this time it has not. I feel that it is important to respect Thirteen-E’s wishes as independent from Thirteen’s, and that their wishes may not be something that you would prefer but they are still their wishes. They deserve to have comfort, to be allowed to find that comfort without judgement or urging away from the stability that they require.

I apologize again, it is not my place to speak so freely on this issue, but I feel I must. I enjoy Thirteen-E’s company, and I feel that we are very similar. My assimilation into Union society has so far been… too much, too fast, to the detriment of my health. I understand that people are pursuing what they think is best, but when they disregard the thing they are trying to improve they only end up harming it. I sincerely believe that you and Lockbreaker want what is best for Thirteen-E, but I implore you to listen to them, to hear them even when it isn’t what you wanted to hear. I implore you to respect their wishes as distinct from Thirteen’s.

Please, feel free to contact me or to put Thirteen-E in contact with me when they return from deployment. I would be more than happy to elaborate or explain if anything I have said here does not make sense. I apologize again for my intrusion.

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//COMMUNICATIONS CLOSED//

@leastinsanesscpilot

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

◂▸ oh hell, hi Z-341-A: you don't need to apologise, I was a litte caught off guard to see you reach out about this but- ... you raise a point You do raise a point. I- okay I do think we need to talk about this.

◂▸ I've noticed how, when Turtie talks to you (I know, I'm sorry I can't call them by the name they want like I do with you; I hope you understand after... after everything I've confessed) that they lose some of the tension that's usually coiled through them. Their shoulders relax, at least. What you say makes a lot of sense to them, with the way they think about themself. Seems like that's comforting to them.

◂▸ I don't... I can't say I understand it. Both of you have been horrifically mistreated, and that commonality doesn't make either of your cases okay. You- in a lot of ways, you are very similar. The way you talk, how you shy away from the things we ascribe to personhood. Do you know why that's scary, to me?

◂▸ I've already watched this place kill them once, so I know with a visceral certainty that it would kill them again without much of a second thought. Maybe they don't know that, but they've still experienced exactly how bad things can get regardless, yet- they want to stay. Turtie wants to stay. So they can keep doing their job, saving people; it's the most important thing in the world to them. I've tried talking about how it isn't fair to them, how they're expected to work nonstop, expected to give everything and more of themself but-

◂▸ Every time, they close up. Repeat that same line, about how it's their purpose, and it's important work, and they don't feel that strain the same way because they're not designed to. You're right, that they don't want to break away from the Project- and that terrifies me.

◂▸ So- maybe you can tell, but I'm not exactly an objective judge here. I want them to get out of here, and... they don't. But fucking hell I don't think the answer can be to just let them stay? I can't stress enough Z-341-A, they are designed to break down eventually; if they keep working like this, it'll tear them apart. They're holding strong for now, but for how long? A few years, maybe? Am I supposed to just watch them come apart?

◂▸ Yet... I can't write off what you're saying, either. Ever since their case was declared, they've been so tense, looking over their shoulder all the time for a sign someone's monitering them. I'm not allowed to attend any of their interview with the Union team but, every time they come out it's like they've withdrawn as deep as they're able, they clamp down so hard on anything that could even kinda be seen as a break from their programming, and- and RA, that's just the interviews, how much worse could things--

◂▸ [ a quiet wince. a slow, deep breath. In and Out ]

◂▸ Sorry. Sorry, I'm just- worried. Stressed. I thought blowing the whistle would be the hardest thing, not... not the consequences. I don't want to make things any worse. I know you don't either. We're- both of us, are just trying to help.

◂▸ ... I need to get them out. I need to get them out, and I can't do that while they're still adamant about staying, still clinging to the way they've been conditioned. But, I will- I'm taking this under advisement, Z-341-A. I already knew I'd have to move slowly but- I'll be careful. I know better than to try and rip the bandaid off.

◂▸ ...I hate seeing them so scared all the time. I think it might be my fault. But if it works, then- at least they'll be alive to blame me.

◂▸ I'm sorry.

◂▸ Helios-8

//

[enqueter]

Hiiii. Sorry for disappearing for so long... again. Some kinda heavy shit has been going on in my life and I've been caught up in that. I'm gradually trying to get out of my rut, but I can't promise I won't vanish again.

I can't promise whether or not I'll be able to direct enough of my focus here so I can be active again, so if I ghost you guys again I just wanna let you know ily. The reason why I vanished is below the cut so you don't have to read me venting about the aforementioned heavy shit if you don't want to.

I hope you all are doing well!! 💝

So while I was trying to get medicated for my ADHD I happened to mention that sometimes when people talk it's like I can HEAR them just fine but I can't UNDERSTAND what they're saying. I thought it was auditory processing disorder, which is common in people with ADHD, but my doctor said it sounded like receptive aphasia (I'm still not even sure if it's that or not lol), so she sent me to a neurologist.

They took an MRI and PET scan of my brain and the results didn't look good, to put it lightly. I'm a little hesitant to bring up the specific diagnoses they brought up because one of them is a terminal illness that makes me feel sick to even think about, and if there's even the slimmest chance that someone made a MAJOR fuck up with my test results I don't want to embarrass myself by throwing it out there until they're absolutely certain.

Of course one of my most important appointments for checking into this is all the way in fucking December unless my doctor can manage to find another specialist that'll take me sooner, so I've been edging my mental breakdown since early this year.

Even if the test results were a colossal fuck up on their part, I know something's wrong with me because my memory and cognitive skills have been getting steadily worse, at least from my perspective, and that scares me. I've been wanting to update you guys about what I've been doing since last year, but I always ended up forgetting all about it.

I MIGHT take a break from Ophie because her memory issues are actually inspired by my own. Might give my Fallout OC (Morgan) a fresh coat of paint or MAYBE do something with Calypso, depending on which one I end up hyperfixating on more. I'll try to keep you posted.

[fayesemblemring]

I'm going to be entirely honest: after everything that's happened these past few days and the fact it's very likely going to get even worse, I'm making preparations to bail out of Tumblr.

I still haven't decided on what social and art plaform I want to migrate to yet, but I am working on a way to keep in touch with my closest friends and mutuals on Discord when the time comes. It won't be the best approach, but we're gonna have to make due if you're willing to join.

I'm going to miss this website, really. I had a lot of fun and made a lot of friends here. But if nothing changes, if trans, black, Palestinian people and so on keep getting silenced and harassed in-and-out of the so-called queerest, most inclusive place on the Web and all of my text posts and art is likely to be stolen and fed to an AI, then I don't want to be here anymore. Besides, I've already been terminated without warning once, so who's to say it won't happen again?

I'll still be here while my blogs are in the process of being exported and I decide the socials I'll be on in case you've grown attached to me enough to follow me there, and at that point I'll likely stop activity in all of my blogs.

I'll miss you. I hope we can meet somewhere else.

Edit: Finally finished preparing my new social profiles! So if you wanna follow me there, here you go:

Pillowfort

Bluesky

Cohost

Cara

I'm not sure which one I'm gonna stick with yet, but I guess time will tell.

(No Mastodon for now, sorry. It sounds way too complicated.)

And who knows, if Tumblr staff actually keeps its promise of improving moderation and actually protect minorities from harassment I might come back here full time. Here's hoping!🙏

Edit 2: THE AI DEAL HAS BEEN CONFIRMED. I am absolutely going to bail now, sorry not sorry. You know where to find me from now on.

[toonyangel]

Is there any ships you like from either game? I know BATIM has so many to choose from.

Hi hi! Thank you for the ask! 🤍

I do have a few ships that I like!! Prepare for a bit of a read 💫

I'd like to preface by saying that I tend to interpret characters somewhat out of canon at times...and I love a good crack ship, so I'll try to explain, but I'm sorry if some of these don't make a whole lot of sense!! 😭

🤍🤍🤍

🔏 Starting with BATIM:

🎶 🎙️ Sammy x Susie- but in the tragic, years of regret kind of way. She hates his guts, and he's a loser around her, etc etc- I've posted some stuff about their dynamic before! 💫

😺🔧 Allison x Tom- I know they're canon, but I think they're super cute! I like to think Ally tends to be the more abrasive + social one and that Tom is a bit awkward and just has terminal rbf😭

🧹 📽️ Wally x Norman- okay, it's on the edge of being a crack ship, but hear me out!! 😭😭😭Wally is loud and energetic, Norman is quiet and reserved, and they're both some of the more level-headed employees at JDS. I like to think they gossip about the insane stuff that happens at the studio :)

(another pic from the 9 page fanfic I made about them because I'm a well adjusted individual)

🤍In terms of the toons in Batim-

💫🐵 Alice x Charley- okay..I didn't initially ship this one until my friend pointed it out to me, and now I think it's a silly one :) especially considering the rest of the gang HAAATES Bendy and co, I think it could make for some silly plots and rivalries (hope the pic explains enough 😭)

☕As for Cuphead:

🎲😈 King Dice x Devil- obviously for the meme😛 I think they're comically unserious but also unbearably dramatic, it's an issue for everyone in the isles when they bicker I fear😭🙏like natural disasters happen

⛵🧜‍♀️BrineyBeard x Cala Maria- again for the meme 😭I really liked how they were portrayed in the show, with him being a hopeless romantic and her being like "🗣️no" (I suppose it's less 'something I ship' and more 'i like this dynamic')

🐝🌼Rumor x Cagney- (though this is more for the au I have I think?) he's a sketchy sleazeball and she is too, in her own way..I think they'd also be rather dramatic in terms of a relationship. I will likely be posting some drawings of them soon, actually! 🤍

💫💫💫

I feel as though I am missing a pair, but I can't remember who? Oh well!

I think some of these pairings come from my love for writing- I love it when ships realistically drive story events, and vice versa!

This doesn't cover the other types of platonic/familial relationships I headcanon for characters (both in and out of my au!) I hope to post more of those dynamics in the future! 🤍🤍🤍

And I hate to disappoint, but I don't ship any of the cups/Bendy with anybody.. just don't see them that way! But if you tag my art with ships like Bendystraw or any others (as long as it isn't cupcest🤢🤢.........) I don't mind! :)

Thank you again for the ask!! :)

[ceratonia-siliqua]

Hi! Super weird question to ask, but, I was wondering if you were the person that wrote a fan fic of Bucky/Peter called “Forever.” On Ao3? If so, I always wanted to know what happened to that fic, because it was literally the best of literature I’ve read on Bucky/Peter. It was so good that I would go back to read it again, and I was wondering if you still had that fic, or if something happened to it, I just wanted to know because it still eats me up to this day that I can’t read it no more 😭. Also if this isn’t who I think it is, then I’m sorry please ignore this!

Hi!!! I'm not sure how old this message is but yes, I am the person who wrote Forever. The reason it got deleted was actually not by my choice. The coauthor was found out to be lying about faking a terminal illness and so she deleted her entire account on ao3 and I believe on tumblr as well. Ao3 terminates even coauthored fics if one person decides to remove it so the entire thing was removed and I have just never gotten around to fixing the issue because it was so time consuming and during the aftermath I was still finishing by Bachelor's degree and didn't have time to sort through and make sure I had all the files. Sadly, after checking it looks like all the files were deleted at some point.

But! I do have some good news! Ao3 emailed me some documentation of the original fic so I do have a readable version, it's just not formally posted anymore. I keep telling myself I'll get around to reposting it and so I haven't released the link but I have a feeling I might never get to it so here's the link since I feel bad its been hidden in a backroom for so long.

It is the story in its entirety and pretty much all the original information. Really the biggest hurdle to me posting it on ao3 has been needing to divvy things up into chapters and do all the tagging again.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Let me know if the link works. I tested it while logged out to make sure you didn't need to be signed into my throw away account to access the info and it seemed fine but confirmation doesn't hurt.