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MEDIC! Part 38 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)
Hey guys big tigger warning on this chapter! Please be very aware, I do not want anyone to feel triggered or uncomfortable by my writing. I write a lot of things from my own experience, and it does sound weird to say but writing this chapter helped me express a lot of feelings I didn't know I had. If you do not want to read this chapter I totally understand, I have tried to make the graphic scene less so. I hope anyone who has ever experienced SA or worse has been able to heal. Love you all truly, if you want to talk about anything my messages are always open, I am so happy to chat!!
TW- R*pe, SA, Violence, talks of assault, (please let me know if I missed any).
Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.
Tag list: @imusicaddict, @b00ks1ut , @mstiemountainhop, @awaterfalls, @lovememadly92 @lucyfromtheoldhouse @blueberry-ovaries anyone else please let me know.
The man had dragged me into the jeep, the cold barrel of the gun pressed into my side. The replacements didn’t get to me in time, I watched them stand over Grant’s body as the soldier pulled away from the scene. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to muffle my sobs, the man kept the gun pressed into my side.
I glanced over to him, the purple smudges under his eyes from when Don had struck him in the face. He drove erratically swerving from side to side on the road. I gripped the side of the car, nervous that I was going to fly out the side. I thought about hurling myself from the vehicle, but the thought of being crushed under the wheels and then losing the ability to get away made bile rise in my throat.
“What do you want?” I yelled over the whip of the wind.
The man looked towards me, the glare in his eyes made my chest clench, he looked as if he wanted to kill me. He raised his gun, I bit my lip regretting my words, squeezing my eyelids shut, I didn’t want him to be the last face I saw. The butt of the gun smashed down into my cheek, I yelped out in pain reaching up to cradle my now throbbing face. I flinched away from the man trying to crawl into the farthest reaches of the car. But it was no use, I was trapped.
With every passing second we were getting further away from the base, if we kept going any longer I wouldn’t be able to find my way back.
“I killed him.” The man uttered, I cautiously set my eyes back on the driver. “Your fucking boyfriend, I killed him. He got what he deserved y’know, no one fucking hits me and gets away with it.”
My eyes widened, he thought Grant was Don. I didn’t point out the fact that he had actually gotten the wrong man. I didn’t need to give him incentive to go back to base and hurt anymore people.
I sat as still as humanly possible, hoping that my silence would make me invisible. My hyperventilating made me feel faint. I dragged in deep breaths trying to stop the shake in my hands, but it was no use. The adrenaline that surged through my veins had me set on edge like a live wire.
The jeep slowed, my eyes frantically searched the surrounding area. I didn’t know where I was anymore. My brain had blacked out the drive we had taken, time had lost all meaning. I didn’t know how long I had been in the car, or if we had turned along the way.
But there didn’t seem to be anything of note for him to be stopping. So why were we?
Unfortunately my question had been answered all too quickly. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the man surging towards me, my arms came up to protect my face, but his hungry hands latched onto me.
“No, please.” I uttered terrified. But it was no use the man tugged me down, until I was laying flat against the car seat.
He hovered above me a sickening slimy grin shone in the dark. He eyed me like a wolf eyed its prey, I was a piece of meat and he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
“You’re so pretty.” He muttered into my ear. By this point I was gasping for air, nothing was making its way into my lungs. My eyes burned, the places his filthy hands touched felt like acid on my skin.
I swallowed, his gun was on the dash. I could reach out and grab it. But what if I wasn’t quick enough, or he won it off me before I could even shoot. I didn’t know where I was, if he shot me and left me out here I was surely going to die. But I didn’t want to be unconscious, not around him, I wanted to know my fate, even if it was dreadful. I couldn’t have the unknown, I didn’t want to wonder what he had done to my dead body.
His hand clamped around my chin forcing me to look him in the eye. I felt vomit rising in my mouth. His greasy hair hung down limp and lifeless as his bloodshot eyes roamed my body. I squirmed under him as he straddled my waist.
There was no way of getting out of this. If I wanted to live I would have to endure what was going to come.
His fingers dug into the open wound on my cheek, a cry of pain crawled from my throat.
“I said, you look so pretty.” The drunk man’s lips brushed my skin with every word.
Tears streamed down the sides of my face and into my ears muffling my surroundings. I choked back sobs. My body was pinned under his, my arms by my sides. I was stuck, his body weight didn’t even give me wiggle room.
He flashed me a wicked smile as he pulled back, his eyes were pitch black, the sound of his lips curling up around his teeth had me shaking.
“Thank you.” I uttered, my voice breaking.
I love you Don, please forgive me.
“Relax Emily. We’re just going to have some fun.” The man’s voice was hoarse and croaky, his breath smelt of stale liquor.
My name in his mouth made me want to scream, but we were so far away from anyone no one would hear my pleas for help.
His hands found the tops of my thighs dragging me down further so I lay more flat in the passenger seat. My heart hammered into my chest, so hard that it physically hurt.
The sound of his zip sliding down the track filled the silence of the night. It wasn’t long till his hands found mine, I felt his fingers brush down my crotch. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to wake up from this nightmare. I had fallen asleep on Don’s chest, I would wake up back in the room, the sound of the men’s voices would fill my senses along with the warm fire.
But reality hit me like a tonne of bricks as the man yanked my pants down exposing me to the cold night.
I know what I must do.
The man’s hot breath fanned across my face, making my eyes water more than they already were.
He pulled down my pants, to just above my knees. I forced myself to relax, I knew it would be more painful if I resisted.
I heard him grunt, the sound of my clothes ripping deafened my surroundings. I looked up to the night sky, just past his head. Thousands of tiny flickering lights filled the black void. This wasn’t my body anymore, the stars were my home. I felt myself floating up towards the sky, high above the scatter of thin clouds and into the atmosphere.
He forced himself into me, dragging me back down to earth. I plummeted back into my body, jolting in pain and gasping for air that never gave me the satisfaction of filling my lungs.
I focussed back on the sky, trying to not hear his moans and grunts.
The dark void of the night pulled me up again. So high I could see all of Austria. The lake shone in the pale moonlight, the thick forest was like a black hole pulling all of the light into its vacuum. The mountains stood like tall giants against the night, looking like they were watching over the small town, its yellow flickering lights glowed warm.
My body was a tiny spec down below, in a vacant street hidden in the trees. That body wasn’t mine, that wasn’t me down there being violated, I was up here in the heavens so far away from earth it was nothing but a crumb.
But I could still hear her, even from so far away. I could hear her stifling sobs and her ragged breath that misted in the cold night air. I could see the shimmer of tears sliding down her cheeks and into her hair that haloed around her head. I could see her blood stained hands curled into fists as she lay perfectly still.
The man hovered above her, the muscles of his back tensing, then shaking with release. I could see him pull back, leaving the young girl bare and lifeless as she stared up at me. Her cold eyes held no life, they glazed over not present with reality.
Suddenly I crashed back down to earth, back into the body that wasn’t mine. I gasped for air, the sensation of my skin prickled and tingeld, I wanted it off, I wanted out again. To not be here staring up at the bright moon that tauntingly hung in the night sky.
But my suffering wasn’t over, the man’s hands latched around my neck. I wasn’t even present enough to jump at his touch, my eyes bulged as he squeezed, cutting off my oxygen supply. I could feel the blood vessels bursting in my sclera, my temples throbbed from the pressure. I clawed at his hands as my vision started to blur. No, no, no! I needed to be conscious. I bucked against him trying to throw his weight, but the crushing sensation of my windpipe never ceased. His grip was strong.
So I gave up, my body grew slack and heavy. I let my eyes flutter shut and my head loll back.
I fought the urge to gulp in air as his hands released from my throat. I didn’t dare breathe until I knew I was safe.
The man’s weight fell from my body, my eyes clamped shut. I used my other senses to try and figure out what he was doing. I dragged in short shallow breaths as I heard his side door open and the jostle of the jeep as he got out of the car. Gravel crunched under his feet, I could hear him walk away and then closer again.
I stalled my breathing when the door behind me opened. I let my body tumble out of the car as he cursed wildly under his breath. His hands grasped under my armpits as he dragged me off the road. I could feel the texture of the ground change from small sharp rocks to soft grass.
He grunted as he tossed me, my body rolling down into the ditch on the side of the road. I kept my body as floppy as possible so that he wouldn't suspect I was still alive.
I lay face up, my arms thrown to the sides of my body as my legs had tangled with each other. I heard him walk back to the car but not get in. I begged silently for him to leave, but his footsteps arrived back to the edge of the bank again.
Time stood still as I heard the mechanical cock of the gun.
Five shots rang out in the silence.
I was surprised I was able to choke back the scream of pain, I clamped my lips shut and prayed. Prayed that he hadn’t seen the jerk of my body as one of the bullets drove into my shoulder.
I played dead, lying as still as possible, not knowing if he had left or not due to the ringing in my ears. I counted to 100 ten times before I cracked open my eyes. The jeep wasn’t on the side of the road anymore.
Whimpering in pain I dragged myself up the bank, staying low to the floor. Tire marks imprinted on the gravel road he had left. I finally let myself break down, sobbing hysterically until my voice grew hoarse and the pounding behind my eyes became unbearable.
Clutching my shoulder I rose to my feet, I fixed my pants and shirt. I gave a humourless laugh, unsure at why I was trying to make myself look presentable after all I had been through.
Hobbling down the road where we had come, I hoped I wouldn’t bleed out before I found someone.
Malarkey POV:
After losing miserably at poker, I had made my way back to the barracks. I didn’t check on Em, knowing she would be tucked up in bed fast asleep by now.
I had just drifted off to sleep when a pounding on my door caused me to sit bolt right up in bed. I lazily wandered to the door cursing under my breath at whoever it was making such a racket in the middle of the night.
Swinging open the door I found Bull, and the rest of Easy company half awake and half dressed flowing through the corridor with urgency.
“What’s going on?” I asked, peering out from my door.
“When need to go, grab your things.” Bull ushered me out of the room before I could ask anymore questions. “Replacement shot Grant in the head, Speirs has given orders to track him down.”
I looked at Bull horror on my face, he gave a grim nod confirming my question. This was real and not a sick joke.
Tab led the men down the hall giving orders to the men.
“Hey Lieb, he wants a noncom guarding each roadblock and at least two men watching every road out of town.” Tab strode down the hall.
Bull and I fell into stride behind him.
“Bull, Malark, you each take a squad and one of these witnesses on a house-to-house search.” Tab explained as we followed.
“Can we shoot this bastard on sight?” I asked. I was ready to beat the shit out of this no good son of a bitch. How dare he shoot Grant in the head. I was ready for a fight.
“Try and take him alive.” Tab said.
“Where’s Grant now?” Bull asked from behind me.
“They took him to a Kraut hospital to see if they could drum up any good doctors.” Tab replied to Bull.
We each took off to do our respective tasks. I wanted to be the one who found that fucker.
Maybe say my hand slipped and accidentally shot him in the leg.
But with all the men we had out searching my group didn’t find him first, just my luck.
They dragged him back to base, gathering in the main lounge. The same lounge we were all in hours before playing poker and laughing. Now the room made my head spin. By the time my men and I arrived the replacement was barely recognisable.
Tied to a chair in the middle of the room surrounded by angry men, the soldier took a beating. I watched the man’s head snap back as blood poured from his mouth. Easy men were pissed to say the least, they took charge of the beatings. Their fists collided with the man’s face, each with gruesome crunches, as they beat the ever loving shit out of the fucker.
I stood and watched, there was no need for me to step in, so I watched from the back of the ground with a sick satisfaction as each punch landed.
The man’s head hung low, too weak to hold it up on his own accord. He spat on the ground, clearing his mouth of the blood. The man only groaned in pain, he didn’t utter a word otherwise.
The men cheered with each hit.
The doors swung open, a stoic Captain Speirs stood in the doorway. Taking in the scene before him. I could see under his calm facade the man was raging like the rest of us. The room fell silent as his footfalls hit the soft rug.
“This him?” He asked, strolling in.
“That’s him.” Bull confirmed. The soldiers surrounding the man stepped back, letting Speirs have room to stand in front of him.
The man coughed and gagged on his own blood. The room collectively held their breath, unsure of what Speirs was going to do.
“Replacement. ‘I’ company.” Bull informed the Captain.
“Where’s the weapon?” Speirs asked calmly.
“What weapon?” The man replied in a snide tone. I scoffed, how could this person have so little respect.
Speirs didn’t hesitate, bringing down the butt of his gun and smashing it into the jaw of the man. The replacement's head whipped to the side as blood sprayed from his mouth.
“When you talk to an officer you say ‘sir’.” Speirs growled in a menacing tone.
The man chuckled, hanging his head. “Maybe I left it with that whore, Sir.”
Silence filled the room for a beat, I could feel the tension becoming thicker. I glanced at Martin who shrugged, sharing the same questioning look as me.
“What whore?” Speirs spat, picking up the man’s head by his hair, getting into his face. The man only flashed a bloodied grin at him.
“You know, that girl. The pretty medic. What was her name, ah, that’s right Lane. Emily Lane.” The replacement grinned sadistically.
The room swirled as the air left my lungs. I felt as if I had been slapped in the face.
That couldn’t be right. Emily was in bed, she was sleeping. Grant had walked her back to- hadn’t he? Or was she with him when it happened. Disbelief clouded my vision, I felt like I could barf. He was wrong, she was safe in bed.
My heart was pounding in my ears, surely he had to be mistaken. But he said her name, he knew who she was.
Martin’s hand clamped on my shoulder as he leaned into my vision. I shook with rage and fear. There was no way this was true. Martin’s gaze fixed with mine, he was mouthing something, or he was saying it, I couldn’t understand it either way. My white knuckles clamped at my sides. I waited for someone to speak.
“What did you do to Emily?” Speirs snarled, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.
“She just lay there and took it, like a good little slut.”
Another blow came from Speirs as he struck him again across the face this time with his fist. I hadn’t realised but I had surged forward, both Bull and Martin held me still.
“Wait boy, we don’t know it’s true yet.” Bull whispered beside me.
“What did you do to her?” Ron snapped in the man’s face. As he laughed.
“I had my way with her and then disposed of the evidence.”
What did he mean by disposing of the evidence? My skin felt like it was on fire, the only thing I could really hear was my erratic heart rate pounding in my ears. I only saw red. Rage shook my body.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” I roared, surging forward to get to the man. I was held back though, Johnny had a firm grip around me. I looked around the room, the men all looked horrified and disgusted. Their stares could kill. It was silent, as the man coughed up blood. I hoped he would choke on it. I was still trying to fight Martin’s grip. Why was no one doing anything!
“Get the replacements in here now!” Speirs demanded. Someone left the room and arrived back with two skinny looking men.
“Who was with you in the car?” Speirs boomed. The two boys shied away from the furious Captain.
“Answer me!”
“It was us, Sergeant Grant and-” The replacement stalled looking around the room.
“Who else, private?” Ron seethed with rage, “Who else?” Speirs' voice echoed around the room.
“The female medic, she said her name was Em.”
So it was true.
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Chapter 39
#band of brothers#hbo war#donald malarkey#easy company#band of brothers fanfic#ronald speirs#TW#Emily lane#Emarkey#if anyone wants to chat after this#please reach out to me#love you all#I hope you are all staying safe and are well
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Pac: Oh– [Stammers] Why– I have an Ender Flu? I'm shaking! Oh my god.
Tubbo: No, Pac! You've been impregnated! 😫
Pac: IMPREGNATED?!?! Wait, what? 😨
Fit: Oh god. [Laughs] That's a new one.
Tubbo: You're pregnant!
Pac: How?!
Tubbo: I can't believe preggers Pac is on the QSMP!
Pac: Oh my god, I'm so happy! [Laughs]
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Tubbo: This is not what I want! I don't want this!!!
Fit: [Chuckles]
Pac: Oh– [Stammers] Why– I have an Ender Flu? I'm shaking! Oh my god.
Tubbo: No, Pac! You've been impregnated!
Pac: IMPREGNATED?!?! Wait, what?
Fit: Oh god. [Laughs]
Tubbo: You're pregnant!
Pac: How?!
Fit: That's a new one.
Tubbo: Uh oh, I'm about to– I'm about to not be alive much longer.
Pac: How– ahhh!!!! Wait, this is good? [Tubbo gets killed by a mob] Oh my god, Tubbo!
Tubbo: Guys? Preggers Pac, and Fit, help!
Pac: [Reading chat] "Congratulations"? Thanks guys, I didn't know, man! As always.
Fit: [Revives Tubbo] Alright, run! Ok, you're good.
Tubbo: We got his ass!
Pac: Wait, wait– What does it mean like, I'm pregnant? I'm gonna have babies?
Tubbo: It means you're gonna give birth to a beautiful– a beautiful plethora of children!
Pac: Oh my god, not– [unintelligible]
Tubbo: [Still ranting] Merciful, wonderful babies! Babies! Innocent babies will-
Fit: [Laughs] Yeah, what he said.
Tubbo: –will splurt out of you!
Pac: Oh my god. I think I saw like, Foolish having birth the other day, so I–
Fit: [Fighting a mob] Not this thing again!
Pac: Oh my god.
Tubbo: I can't believe preggers Pac is on the QSMP!
Pac: Oh my god, I'm so happy! [Laughs]
Fit: [Laughs]
Tubbo: It's gonna be such a magical time for you!
Pac: Yeah, oh my god, I have been like, dreaming for–
Tubbo: Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. What do you– have you got any names? What are you gonna name it?
Pac: I'm probably gonna name it "Elton" and "John" if I have like, two.
Tubbo: Ohhh! What a beautiful name!
#Pactw#Tubbo#FitMC#QSMP#Morning Crew#September 8 2023#~36m into Fit's stream | ~ 54:20 into Pac's stream | ~41:45 into Tubbo's stream#Head in my hands this was such a cursed bit every time this happened to anyone#Here's a fun fact for those of you who read the tags I write:#Pac once said he'd love to have twins#It was on October 27 2023 during the Minime arc#Timestamp ~ 1h 56m into Fit's stream (I don't have the timestamp for Pac's stream unfortunately)#Pac says ''I'd love to have twins!'' and then Tubbo says ''I'm fine with one; I'm the reason for the declining birth rate.''#Pftt#I remembered that comment while I was transcribing this and wanted to see if I had it written down anywhere – and I did!#Pac#Fit#Edited#Anyways I can't tell what Pac said after that ''Not'' bit earlier#At first I thought he said ''Not again'' and I had war flashbacks#But no he said something else I just can't tell what#Feel free to let me know what you think he said if you can hear it better!#The Elton John bit was going on earlier too btw Pac didn't just whip that up out of nowhere lol#You can't see it since this is Pac's POV but in Fit's chat someone said ''Mike isn't here you're going to have to help him Fit'' pftt
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devotionduo so codependent that when they try to be less so they end up hurting each other what if i kms
#mine.txt#zam hated being relied on so Heavily in s5 so now mapicc values team interindependence to a level that i dont think?? hes had before#which means hes taken more liberty in grinding for himself and his teammates a lot more than he used to#and because zam places a lot of value in himself in being the team grinder he feels useless and unneded#and since zams a huge grinder it means mapiccs main method of helping him is through violence but since hes a pacifist this season#and while technically zam is fine with other ppl killing and most importantly killing For him; he doesnt really have any beef that requires#killing as a form of revenge which means mapicc cant do the main thing that zam (and anyone else really) uses him for#and they both want to do and be more for the other but theyre stuck at a standstill cause theyre in uncharted territory#cause theyre friendly but not teamed (or even pseudo-teamed like in early s5)#i will say tho mapes more active in trying to find ways to hang out with zam#but if there isnt a clear opportunity to do so hes so Weird about it lmao like he basically just kinda. hovers over him lmao#whether in chat or otherwise#but when an opportunity Does present itself tho he seizes on it basically immediately#like the stalking is easy pickings but theres also gaias hand and literally anytime zam asks him to kill someone for him#ok but seriously tho the fact that mapicc basically declared them as teammates (even if its not official)#after he finished with the stalking was so sdfsdklaghsaljh#like bruh why does zam even have doubts about mapicc prioritizing him above everyone else he doesnt even do all that for his actual team ��#devotions
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#I've had the cutest interaction today#So like yesterday? There was this post I saw on my dash that was like “you want to know extra info about museums? Just befriend a–#guide! That way you can also unlock the Secret Backscene” and I was like. Lmao. Who could ever befriend a museum guide I've never–#even personally met anyone who works at museums?#... Well. Guess what happened today#I was following this guided museum tour with a friend and when the tour came to an end I was happily chatting with her when the guide.#Shyly chimed in and was like “is that an Atsushi keychain?” And I was like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#And I was like‚‚ omg‚‚‚ Do you happen to know‚‚‚ This one series‚‚‚‚‚‚#And they unsheathed their phone like a fbi distinctive in American movies to show me their fyo/zai background amjdsgawsjda it was SO cute.#They were adorable. And I got so embarassed but trying to keep my cool while internally I was like‚‚‚#Omg the Cool Museum Guide™ is talking with me about my hyperfixation‚‚‚‚‚‚ What is happening#We talked a bit about the manga it was such a nice and sweet exchange. They said they like Dostoyevsky and I was like yeah he's so cool!!!#They said they're sorry about Bram it was REALLY cute (´;ω;`)#I didn't want to hamper them too much so I took my leave shortly after but I'd actually really like to pay visit again–#when the new chapter is out??#Hhhhhhh I don't want to look stalkery and like go look for them on their job. But also like‚ they looked genuinely happy and as excited as–#I was when we were chatting and I believe in the power of human connections through shared hyperfixations#The possibly funnier part is that then my friend went “Wait you're into b/ungo stray dogs??” and like alright. This is less surprising.#I already knew she likes manga.#What actually left me quite baffled was that... She really didn't know I was into b/sd. When it's literally what I think about 24/7#Something very similar happened just a week ago. My friend gifted me a manga volume of a series she really likes for my birthday#But when she was giving it to me she awkwardly went “oh‚ just‚ it features romance between two guys. I hope that's okay with you...”#And I internally had to pause and realize that no.#In fact most of the people I hang out with don't know I spend half my time curating a bl focused blog.#It's just funny in a way? I got so used to concealing my hyperfixations I didn't even realize I actually got quite good at passing–#for someone who is normal about stuff.#random rambles
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Pet store clerk gives Charles a bag of free treats for his ""dog"" all while Charles can feel Erik Looming in the BG
the real mortifying day is after months of getting small bags of dog treats one day the bag of dog treats has like. perfectly normal human candies/pastries or something inside
Of Course charles is confused and impulsively asks what it is/how it's different from the usual only for the clerk to reply theyre Whatever Erik's Favorite Treat Is and its that day forward erik is adamant they just do their shopping online
#snap chats#clerk fully provides this information straight faced. by the way. and still pointing out those are for “”“”“The Dog”“”“”“”“#inviting all of you to assume the three of them became Vaguely Acquainted while charles and erik were fran shopping#like you know how you just happen to do small talk while at the store. at least five months of accidental small talk has led to this moment#'oh yeah i know these are his favorite- [Insert Food Here] right' and charles doesnt have to turn around or probe eriks mind#to know he's itching to leave the store but he cant just do that lest he validate this clerks suspicions#charles absolutely wants to try to laugh it off and tell the clerk he cant give these to his dog but the clerk Just Stares#they dont gotta say anything else ... charles dont gotta read their mind ... he wont argue he'll just swallow his shame and take the goods#anyways ... if anyone needs me ... im gonna succumd to the 3PM nap#i almost made it to 4 but alas ... i am sleepy ... then im gonna work SO im done answering asks for the evening#maybe ill answer some more tonight but i really have to focus. after my nap BYYYYEEEE#im gonna giggle about this new scenario tho ... Cherik Pet Shenanigans Somehow Getting Goofier Than Previously Thought#will have to do more thinkings of that down the line .... for now nap time 😴 cause i repeat i am five years old 😴
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anyone else feel like the joker
transcript [eng] below
[Video Transcript:
[First clip 18/05/2023 plays.]
Baghera: We have to teach [Pomme] to be a bit more vigorous, because she’s kinda scared of everything. We have to teach her how to live
Etoiles: Well we just need some stuff
Baghera: No but in the sense of— I get the impression that she doesn’t dare have fun because she’s scared of everything because of me. So we have to get her going
Etoiles: Uh…
Baghera: Yes, yes! I’m invested, Etoiles
Etoiles: Me, I gotta farm
[Second clip 19/12/2023 plays.]
Baghera: Well, we’re here to have fun, I thought you were talking about having fun, Etoiles!
Etoiles: The problem is if I don’t win [Purgatory 2] Pomme will be sad and I don’t want her to be sad
Baghera: But Pomme hasn’t been around for a long time!
Etoiles: Well yeah, she’s here, she’s in my heart and in everyone’s heart
end Video Transcript.]
#qsmp#etoiles#baghera jones#étoiles#jay clips#sorry for the lower quality on the first clip that vod in particular hates me .#anw . definitely not the full comp i wanted to make but ouwagh . look at them . co-parents …#anyone think about how bagz was the first of them to fall in love with pomme but the last to see her again (after months and months of#separation)#anyone think about how etoiles slowly began to love her and kept the flame of bagz love for her alive while bagz was gone#oh god there’s another clip i could add post purg 1 where pomme is worried about bagz and asks etoiles where she is#and etoiles is like dw ur mom’s strong she’ll be back soon . and then mutes to yell at chat to say he’s not gonna tell his kid that her mom#got blown up by a nuke 💀#good times#also i like the second clip a lot bc u can hear kenny just crying in the bg
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I’ll go into a social media exile for a bit, so idk when I’ll be back, but just picture me like this while I’m gone: working <3
#I hope to pass my exams and to have answers regarding my project when I’ll back#bye moots. I really like interacting with all of you :)) 💗#I’m leaving here Machia to look after my blog. bro better do a good job>:(#I’ve deleted the last stands of social from my phone and I’m currently blogging from my tablet(but soon it will be gone on here too).#bye Pinterest. bye YouTube#and bye tumblr for now(?)#even if I have already reduced both my online engagement and internet footprint in the past three years I always found myself attached to#the few socials that I have and until I’m not in full control I don’t want to have anything to do with any of them.#if anyone wants to ever chat I’m still on discord tho!#💗💗#ultimamente poi ho scoperto che esistono anche persone qui che condividono i miei interessi per la letteratura e l’antichità#ed è stata proprio una bella sorpresa perché non pensavo esistessero spazi online per condividere in modo divertente queste passioni#anche se da tempo cercavo un luogo del genere. dove poter semplicemente scherzare sugli uomini e donne vecchi come il mondo ai quali tengo#manco fossero mia sorella#I’m making such a scene (again)#there must be a reason as for why my friend call me drama queen constantly;)#ngl im honestly kinda excited to be totally out of touch with pop culture. idk#I just have this postive idea about it#( I have schedule a post for the 21st of September if I’m not back in time to post it lol)#byeee 🫶🫶🫶#my blog stuff
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steddie rated m or e 😈
not gonna be picky but maybe something inspired by this line: “you would forget your underwear”
Mostly because I believe in my heart that you could write something devastatingly sexy about something so very silly. Congrats on 100 followers!!!
Hiiiii~ this is probably still more silly than sexy but they're like, horny about it <3 So I hope you still enjoy!!! Steddie - Rated: M - 1121 Words
(Full thing under the cut!)
contains: One terrible moment of wordplay and Steve pushing Eddie's buttons (sexy)
"Listen," Eddie begins as he turns his back, hands at his waistband. "I know you've got jock socialization, but maybe close your eyes or something."
Steve hears that, and sure, of course he'll do whatever makes him comfortable – but they've changed in front of each other like a hundred times by now. He could literally go out and buy the exact same brand and size of boxers that Eddie wears if he wanted, if wasn't Sunday and the stores weren't closed.
"Alright," he says, turning his back too for added security. "You wearing something lacy tonight?"
It's a joke.
It's only a joke, but Steve thinks if Eddie said yes then he wouldn't be walking out of this room until his jaw was sore and he owed Eddie a new pair of lace underpants.
It gets a reedy laugh out of him though, makes the awkward air between them a little tense in another way, but sadly Eddie squashes his hopes and dreams before he can get too carried away brainstorming how to convince Eddie in a totally no pressure way that he should let Steve put his mouth on his cock.
"Nah, I uh," Eddie laughs, shaky. "There's just… nothing."
Nothing.
Well, that's a hell of a lot sexier than his boxers, that's for fucking sure.
Steve bites his lip, nods in encouragement before he remembers they're not even facing each other, and puts a smile on his face so it comes through in his voice–
"You would forget your underwear," he says, maybe overkill on the teasing but he practically hears the sizzle of Eddie's blush from here. "You get distracted by a sick guitar riff while getting dressed?"
Eddie groans, and it sounds like he finally bites the bullet, his belt clinking as he works his pants off.
The zipper, the denim brushing against itself, against all of Eddie's bare skin, that's a sound that would get Steve to skip his briefs in the morning.
He'd skip everything else too.
"No, you asshole," he says, but he's got a chuckle in his voice and there's the soft rustle of him pulling a pair of Steve's sweats on. "Just a super-duper miscalculated laundry day."
"Ohhh, I see. You got lazy at the wrong time," he continues to tease, and once he's sure Eddie's not all balls-out, he turns to gauge how red he's made him.
It's not as red as he knows he can get, and he seems tense in a specific way, like that time he got a major hard on in the middle of movie night and nothing he did would get rid of it. Steve still thinks about when he had to jerk off in the upstairs bathroom on slow days at work.
"Hey, I'm usually really good at laundry!" Eddie says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Uh huh," Steve says, just to be a bitch, even though he believes him, doesn't really care about it either way. "Maybe you didn't forget at all."
Eddie scoffs, kicks at his leg.
"I literally just said I didn't forget. I ran out, and didn't think you'd want my dirty underwear in your bed."
Well… he's right about that.
"So thoughtful of you," he says as dryly as possible. "Do you think it would be sexier if you wore lace in those jeans, or was today sexy enough for you?"
He narrows in on the crimson spilling over his skin like someone tipped over a paint bucket, the way his mouth opens a little bit in shock, the way his eyebrows furrow at him with a hunted look.
Steve could hunt him for real, sink his teeth right in, with how crazy it makes him.
"You talk like that in the locker room, Harrington?" Eddie asks, shifting restlessly, and – okay.
Steve's distracted from the last name thing because Eddie's cock swings when he moves, clearly starting to get hard, totally free under the sweatpants.
"Never," he says, eyes locked in, unable to even pretend he's not pushing like a million buttons right now and hoping nothing blows up in his face. "Answer the question."
"Jesus," Eddie mutters, rubbing his hand over his face. "Are you having fun with this?"
Steve looks up long enough to meet his eyes and give him the most sincere nod he can muster up.
"You're the worst," Eddie laughs, gathering his hair up to get it off of his hot neck, before he lets it all drop in a sweep, way too graceful for the condition it's in. "And… I think they'd be two different kinds of sexy, you can't really make them compete."
It's such an unexpected answer and it also makes so much sense. It's like Eddie's thought about it before, and isn't that something.
"So it was sexy? How long were you free balling?" He asks, taking a step closer just to see what Eddie does.
"All day," Eddie's voice doesn't really crack, but it fries, and Steve wants to push right up against him to see what else he can get it to do. "It was… too uh… I just felt kind of exposed."
God.
"Well, if you still feel like that, you can always borrow some shorts," he says, because while he's riding the line, he wants Eddie to have the option to step back behind it. "Or is it different since you're just in my house?"
Eddie blinks rapidly as if he's building a shield with his eyelashes, making some lightspeed decisions that Steve guesses he'll never hear about.
"I'm okay," he says, shifting from one foot to the other in such a subtle movement that if Steve wasn't studying him then he wouldn't notice the purpose of it. "Also these are a lot softer than my jeans."
Steve laughs, even as he watches the outline of Eddie's shaft twitch. He's getting a little harder.
"Your poor cock," he says, drawing up all of his strength so he doesn't offer to soothe it with his mouth. "It needs to get used to it, huh?"
Eddie's mouth does a wry twist, his eyebrows furrowed like he's perplexed, but there's something brewing in his skull that Steve knows he's going to pretend to hate.
"What, like commando training?" He asks, and Steve bites his lip.
That's actually kind of clever. All of Eddie's worst puns are, because that's how they get stuck in Steve's head.
"You're fucking terrible," he sighs, just to give him the reaction he wants.
Eddie beams.
"Nah, I'm incredible," he says, sarcastically flipping his hair in a way that he used to do to make fun of Steve.
Now he just does it all the time like, ironically, or so he says.
"Incredibly terrible, yes."
#griefabyss69 writing#stranger things fanficiton#steddie#steddie fanfiction#fun things#chats from the abyss#I still have 7 left if anyone wants to prompt me!!! I'll reblog the OG post right after posting this
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Everyday I'm so sad knowing not many people share my headcanon that Starlo and Ed are exes.
Tempted to be the person to make this a thing.
#RK Chat#UTY#Starlo UTY#Edward UTY#Can we call this#Starward#Anyway I live on the delusion that they're exes in good terms but every now and then they dig at each other in an argument#They always make up after but they like to call out things only they know about and its absurd to watch from an outside perspective#I genuinely imagine Moray Ace and Mooch just sitting there watching slack-jawed as the two of them bring up something insane that like#None of them knew about or wanted to know???#And then they just turn and look at them like 'yeah whatever anyway' like it didn't happen#If any of them bring it up later Starlo and Ed refute it ever happened in the first place#Anyway thank you for coming to my crazy person corner where I talk at the wall and pray anyone is listening
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WHAT THE FUCK
#THE SASASAMA LOCK IN WAS FUCKING CRAZY#LIKE IT LEGIT FELT LIKE I GUT PUNCHED IN THE STOMACH THAT WAS SO???????????? I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE#AND THE FUCKING ICHIKUU A FEW SECS AFTER LIKE BRO ARE YOU FOR REAL#IM !!!!!!! SHDKJGJGHSSKGAHHHSHAHH !!!!!!#brb i need to replay that and ingrain it in my memory that was so fucking crazy bro#final drb about to murder me multiple times in quick succession#chat im so sad i want to watch this movie so bad#requesting assistance if anyone discovers a loophole#hypmic#random rambling :'>>
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I love that there’s a fail better episode about animated movies because I work in this field myself so it was so interesting to listen!
listening right now and this is the kind of guest that makes me really appreciate the podcast, i love these episodes so much. would love to hear what you (all) think
#off work on bereavement leave after a sudden death and having an extremely awful time if anyone wants to chat about things that are CALM#and LOVING and NICE thx
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ugh ok election stuff has really reached a boiling point for me and I texted my adoptive trumper parents about my concerns and now i'm being called emotionally blackmailing, so I'm gonna ask y'all, my totally unbiased and uninvolved followers:
AITA for cutting off my adoptive parents for voting for trump?
facts:
they took me in after my mom kicked me out for being trans
they've supported me and encouraged me from the beginning
they drove me to my hrt appointments
they still voted for trump in 2016 and plan on doing the same this time, which i view as a betrayal
i've been politely ignoring it for the sake of keeping the peace but due to recent uptick in transphobia by republicans as well as trump himself saying he'd go after trans people "on day one" I couldn't ignore it any longer
i showed them the evidence, told them how it made me feel alienated and unloved by them and asked that we work this out.
i was told their politics have nothing to do with it, that trump won't do what he said he would do but they're still voting for him, and that they didn't appreciate how conditional my love has become esp since theirs was "unconditional"
i didn't even bring up cutting them off but they said it's my choice if i want to do that over who they vote for, so I told them alright, I'm not blocking you, the doors still open, but I'm gonna take a break for a little while and not reach out.
Here's the reddit thread if u want more in depth details, but, y'all...
#nat chats#aita#might take this down after a bit but a lot of people are telling me i should ignore it#or that i'm ungrateful#and i just want to hear from as many people as i can#i think#actions have consequences#and if ur actions hurt another person and they come to you asking to resolve it or have you address it#and you dismiss them#and refuse to acknowledge your feelings#i think anyone would be justified in distancing themselves from that person#right??
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Anyway... thank you.
#(Talking to anyone has suddenly gotten extremely hard for me)#(Especially after what happened a few weeks ago)#(Even if I mean what I say I hate that what comes out of my mouth nowadays just seem... automatic)#(But one friend's kind words made me nearly tear up today if not smile)#(I really do appreciate everyone that has still been checking up on me ad are still trying to talk to me)#(Even though i am either extremely slow now or am the dullest potato to chat with)#(I'm still healing from something)#(I do want to chat more with friends again I really do...)#(And it means alot that people have been so incredibly understanding that I'm not myself at all this past month or so)
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I hate work
#igm.talk#chey is back in depression mode!!! we cheered#depression mode means i have no energy to do anything 👍🏻#tmr im going to the beach with my best friends after work for a picnic and when we planned this a month ago i was so excited#and now i dont want to get out of bed tmr#bc the thought of having to go to work and then fake a smile all throughout the night is exhausting#but rescheduling also isnt an option bc the perks of adulthood is having maybe 1 day every 7 months where everyone is able to meet#but anyways about work - it sucks being the new kid and it sucks even worse when im younger than everyone else#when everyone else chats they'll talk about their kids and stuff and im here single and childless so ofc idk how to relate to them#and 90% of the staff are chinese and they all ignore me bc i look like a different race (we can all speak english tho so idk whats the issue#but when i speak to them in chinese they suddenly make a 180 and are SOOOOOOO nice to me?? complimenting me and shit??#and this has been a thing in every fucking job I've ever had like the racism is so obvious#i hate it so much#like between the racism and the loneliness and being underpaid im genuinely considering quitting#but at the same time i dont wanna be that kid who quit after 2 weeks... like i cant commit or something#and the company is 20mins away from my house and it's a 4.5 day work week so there are those perks...#but i legitimately dont know how long i can keep this up#pls can they hire another young person or at least treat me like a human being and not a statue or smtg...#im sorry for the rant i just really needed an outlet and i dont have anyone to go to irl 😞
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back on my bullshit (meeting men im in love with). Ben Schwartz is so kind and tall :-) I didn’t totally freeze like when I met the Jonas brothers but the selfies we took are blurry so 😔
(at least I have these bc I told sam to record the whole thing heheheh)
#also the show was great#I had to slap sam many times bc she was choking from laughter#ben schwartz#bro how did i forget my personal tag for ben#ben schwartz my beloved#me#also forgot me tag#editing tags after the fact to recount the entire experience#so we waited outside for about 10 minutes and I had no expectation of how long it usually takes for him to come out and take pictures#he comes out without a mask which is surprising to me and says ‘you guys wanna take some pictures?’#we all just kinda form a non sensical blob (there’s maybe like 10 ppl total) around him#Brandon Katie and Eugene hang back towards the stage door unsure if anyone wants to chat with them#I’m gushing over how tall and handsome Ben is to my sister who is ready to record our interaction once he gets to me#as I listen to him chatting with the other fans I can’t help but smile and say to my sibling ‘he’s so sweet’ every minute#he meets someone who has a cool sketchbook of the skits from the show that he wants to take a picture of#but they need to write their handle so he says he’ll talk with some others and get back to them#so he does and then later I see the girl ready to talk to him again off to the side#so I tell her ‘you can go ahead and finish talking to him”’ and she’s like ‘are you sure?’ and I’m like duh!#finally it’s my turn and he looks at me and says ‘hi I’m Ben’#yes Benjamin Joseph Schwartz I know#he sees me holding my phone and immediately sides steps to get into selfie mode as I ask him if he’ll sign my Jean Ralphio figure#he steps back to Be in front of me ‘yes of course!’#what insane media training he has#he says ‘I’ve seen this! this is the first one I’ve ever signed’#upon seeing the figure he says ‘it’s beautiful’ lol#he’s concerned that the sharpie I brought will not show up and I mention that it was probably a bad one to bring because it’s pastel#he signs and holds it up (as you can see in the first photo) to make sure it’s visible#he hands it back to me and I thank him and he says ‘do you want to take a picture?’#and I say ‘I would love to!’ and then I hold the Jean Ralphio figure and he looks to my sibling assuming she’s taking the picture#she’s like ‘no I’m just here for moral support!’
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what makes minedai even sadder is that we never rlly see daigo try to build a bond with anyone else like he did with mine it rlly shows how badly it effected him like yeah he reached out to shinada in y5 but that’s rlly it and he probably would wanna leave him alone after that and not involve him in any yakuza stuff so i don’t think they would’ve hung out or anything like that afterwards. All he rlly had were saejima and majima but they were more like babysitters than anything, wish we saw more of their dynamic tho like we did with majima and daigo in dead souls since that was fun and we were lowkey robbed but in canon he’s just as lonely as he was before majimas promise to kiryu. And mine is the only person he really had a meaningful relationship with romantic or not they were still really close and we don’t see that again with daigo ever (from what i recall after y3) ok sorry for rambling LMFAO
even with shinada, he reached out to him more so out of 'duty' and trying to make up for the misfortune that befell him because of yakuza than wanting to rekindle any kind of friendship they might have had in high school (though it sounds more like they were just acquaintances if shinada needing a second to remember who daigo was is anything), so yah i doubt they really had any kind of bond afterwards
dead souls really was the only time after Y3 where we got to see daigo be more sociable with someone, but its as you say majima and saejima are more like retainers than close friends
#snap chats#you can tell i was into fire emblem when the first term that comes to my mind to call majima and saejima was 'retainers' omfg#but yeah ..... depressing ....#does make me wonder who daigo was on the phone with during the rggo story though. like clearly daigo has friends#apparently. we just never see or hear of them. tho ig it is implied those were his friends from the y2 era. as mine said flarkjla#REGARDLESS yeah after y3 daigo just feels depressing to watch#i think its just because he really has to do everything on his own now#but not even have a friend to just chill with at the end of the day- like the technical work is whatever. for the most part#THATS stressful obvi so to not have anyone to really be personable with thats probably the dire part. imo.#cause yk the world could suck but as long as you have that One Person to just relax with then its ok but with mine gone. 🧍♂️#probably doesnt help that like. during the 'flashback' segment of y3 where we get to see daigo sitting with kiryu and nakahara#we see him all cheery and bein a lil jokester and just. A Happy Dude#granted this is barely a year or two into being chairman so The Horrors Havent Set In relatively but still ... i miss his smile ..#every time i think of daigo post-mine i think of those like. tragedies or accounts of people where its like#'after X's friend/lover died they never found another again' like thats the vibe i always get#he really packed it up and never got close with anyone else again and it makes me want to throw up#y4 widow arc still good tho it makes me chortle
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