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lovedtogekiss · 1 year ago

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^ my kin and headmate lists are here

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auagahhhh tags guide

dreamstag : dreamcore/"liminal"/other surreal types of images, mainly there for filtering rather than searching.

[character]posting : kinnie/headmate tags. i have a lot of kins and thus a lot of tags so i wont list each one. most important one is #addiposting, which i use so often that its the first tag tumblr suggests to me

is this anything : original jokes that i made myself with my own two hands

gender envy tag : i cant describe my gender in words so heres a collection of tumblr posts that fit

life skills tag : shit that might be helpful to know for life and shit

art skills tag : drawing advice. early tag is full of references that i need to filter out

ref tag : art references

bookmark tag : things i want to see later

SUPER bookmark tag : things i want to see later that i dont want to get lost in the bookmark tag

sfsh tag : i am KISSING these characters !!!!

> shaplin tag : a derivative of #sfsh tag that i created before i had that one. pictures of shaplin deltarune my beloved cringefail

> spamton tag : same as #shaplin tag but for spamton

[fandom] tag : fandom-specific tags. currently used for rhythm heaven (rh tag), kingdom hearts (kh tag), parappa the rapper (parappa tag), pikmin (pikmin tag), sky: children of the light (sky tag), subnautica (subnautica tag), flight rising (fr tag), no straight roads (nsr tag), and the ultraman series (ultraman tag)

something something predatory wasp of the palisades : tag for things that make me think "oh humanity is good after all"

[tumblr] tag : tumblr poetry

gordon, i feel normal : 😳

robot fuckery : deprecated. legacy tag for obj posts, now replaced by @cybersexisholy . i need to go back and clear this one out

for the adgroup : posts targeted towarda viddy and cakesy

posts about charaty : targeted things towards my girlfriend

mecore : posts that make up a key part of my worldview, whether theyve influenced it or just put it into words. used to be something else but i forgot what it was and tumblr recently stopped suggesting old tags to me again.

the cube, the angel of aperture (chell) : very cool, very important-looking pictures of chell portalgun.

the artist, the visionary, the prophet (dr rattmann) : very cool, very important looking pictures of dr rattmann

the fool, the hanged man (wheatley) : very cool, very important looking pictures of wheatley

the right man in the wrong place (dr freeman) : very cool, very important-looking pictures of gordon freeman

beloved - tag for harry du bois. yeah that guy

me abt pao : things relevant to my experience writing pinkaddiofficial that i didn't feel like reblogging to it

doing that thing i do : peer-reviewed tags

friendlyfriends : my fend s :)

more will be added as i remember them

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captbenscn · 3 years ago

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Olivia spent a good few minutes watching Elliot sleep - something she’s been doing more and more of anytime she woke up before him. He looked peaceful - serene - and like he was truly resting. Something that hadn’t been so easy for the both of them lately, especially for him. What with everything that happened to Eli and everything happening with the Wheatley case. Or rather, lack thereof. Because there was no case. It was thrown out, dismissed. Now the man had been hired to work with the OCCB which Olivia knew was not going well for Elliot. He didn’t even have to tell her because she knew. Working with a criminal, a murderer of someone he loved - how was anyone supposed to be okay with that?

But thankfully, he did talk to her about it. Told her how infuriating it was, how embarrassing and insulting and Olivia agreed. But his growth was evident in that he was making it work - that he was going along with it for the sake of the case. For the victims. For any of the innocent people involved.

And that was something Elliot had ALWAYS been: selfless. Putting others before himself. Even in a situation like this, though... the both of them had their doubts. They had their suspicions that Wheatley was actually fooling them all - still working with the enemy, but helping the good guys to take away any and all suspicion from him. Olivia question the judgement of the higher ups for even thinking of hiring Richard. But they let it be and they’d keep a close watch. Even if she wasn’t working with Elliot, she still was. She had his back no matter what. But they had to be careful. He needed to be careful in how he approached it, in how he worked with Richard so it didn’t come off as obsessive or vengeful due to the case being dropped.

It was a complicated situation, but he wasn’t alone.

He never would be. Olivia would make sure of that.

“No? Huh. Now I’m starting to question all those nights we slept together...” When he would told her he hadn’t slept that well in a while. But she was only teasing him, she knew what he meant and she felt the exact same way. Truly being with Elliot brought Olivia a sense of relaxation and safety she never felt before - especially knowing her son was here, as well. More eyes on him, in a much safer place. Not only for his physical health, but mental, too. He’d been a lot happier being around so much family. Having a big brother, a grandma, and... a father.

A father. God, Olivia’s heart would melt just thinking about it - her brown eyes locked with the ocean blues in front of her, hand raising to stroke the scruff on his face. When his hand touches her cheek, she smiles and just so slightly turns her head enough so her lips touch his hand , pressing the softest of kisses against his palm - enjoying the peaceful bliss of their morning together.

He speaks about his time in the Marines and Olivia nods, shifting a little closer to him if at all possible. Their legs were tangled together, little space already left between their bodies. “Well, with the things you had to do, or see, I can understand why... and I can only imagine.” Her voice is soft, understanding, just as her touch on his face is. She’s heard horror stories from other soldiers, from other sources, but never really from Elliot. Well, she’s heard things here and there, but they never really dived deep into it. A part of Elliot, Olivia always wanted to know more about... but she knew it wasn’t easy for him to speak about.

But then her hand moves lower, the tip of her index finger tracing over a jagged scar just below his armpit, hidden beneath his arms when they hang. “Is that where this one came from?” There were scars Olivia had seen, but never asked about. And this one wasn’t new - it wasn’t received during his time in Rome. She’d seen it long before that.

“Ever since we moved in, El, I’ve been sleeping so much better.” Liv says with a smile, her fingers dancing up and down the bare skin of his arm, her other hand pressed against his chest, laying on her side facing him. “I’ve always slept better when you’re me but it’s… different..” Her smile is tired, them having woken up not too long ago, and more often than not, when able, they laid here together for a little while. “Because I know I’ll get to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep with you and just… knowing you’re here.” It was everything, really. No longer meeting up at one another’s place, no longer wondering if they would be staying the night together.

No, it was permanent now. Every day. Every night. They’d be together and the thought never failed to make her heart dance with unbridled joy.

Elliot couldn't deny that the feeling was mutual, nor did he want to. Truth be told, it has been /years/ since he had been able to sleep through the night peacefully, especially through those first months after his return. Nightmares plagued him every waking moment, every minute, every second of the day when he was hellbent on getting justice. Kathy's death, the matter on how it happened, triggering old demons that have been dormant for such a long time. Elliot didn't think he would ever be able to bring about their downfall but enter Olivia and everything had been purified, dose in the holiness of her that had brought new life into his lungs. Finally breathing the freshness of morning dew with rays of sunshine that had warmed his soul.

So he relates to her words. Relates to the feeling of utter bliss that comes with a full night of restful sleep.

Elliot is turning on his side, eye to eye with his fiancé and he grins. It is lazy and tired but genuine. Dregs of sleep slowly leaving his body as his hand gently runs up and down Olivia's arm. "To tell you the truth I have never slept this well before..." He confessed, same hand on her arm moving towards her face, pushing a stray hair strand behind her ear before caressing her cheek. It wasn't news to her, of course, they've talked about horrible sleeping patterns before, but it has mostly been about the last few months when they have been living looking over their shoulders. Although they haven't reached a point where they should stop looking around them in order to be weary of what lurks in the shadows, at least having Olivia and Noah under the same roof as him had eased some of the worries that have been tormenting the detective. And with what happened with Eli during Christmas, Elliot hasn't been actually relaxing. But they are here, they are safe and he will continue to keep them safe even if it cost him his life. "...Sleeping has always been a struggle for me, especially during my time in the marines and afterwards? Well, I didn't fare any better." It occurs to Elliot that he hasn't really spoken to Olivia about his time in the military. About the struggles, in and out and how he barely managed to keep his sanity those first months after being discharged. Becoming a police office was his way of putting all that pent up energy to work, and well the reasoning behind his choice of sex crimes as his place to be more the obvious.

#also through in some wheatley details #god this felt SO good to write!!!#i'm so happy #irasciblesoul #( Daybreak | Main. )

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