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I love when trauma makes characters messy. I love when characters don't know how to show love. I love when they lash out. I love when they're vile and break down. I love characters who aren't perfect victims. I love when stories don't excuse behaviour but allow you to understand it

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captive bird: a summary

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Not enough people understand the extent the chip is affecting Caleb.

Do you remember Caleb's first reappearance in the main story when someone tried to assassinate him? Or when he was speaking to Joseph in the very next chapter? His tone wasn't icy and his flippant behavior wasn't because of composure. He literally just felt 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 in these moments.

Personally, I believe Caleb is no longer capable of feeling emotions for anything at all unless it relates to Mc.

Caleb was walking around Skyhaven after he supposedly died in a dissociative state. Signing paperwork? His hand is moving on its own his eyes reading the words while his mind is a thousand miles away. He takes orders like a living corpse while numb to the world around him. He handles losing his arm so well because his body doesn't have the capacity to care for things like that anymore.

The seven percent left of Caleb's brain is composed of nothing but Mc. She's the only thing left reminding him he's alive and not a puppet on strings like the rest of the fleet. Spending time with her, reminiscing, or dealing with the pests that dare pose a threat to Mc? These are the only things left he has to spark his emotions.

If you were walking around half dead like Caleb wouldn't you also be a little selfish with the only person or thing left that can make you feel something, anything at all?

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Them to me in the hypothetical 300k fic in my head

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I keep thinking about rafayel x MC x (one sided) caleb

Because both Raf and Caleb are clingy in very different ways.

Raf is more anxious clingy where he's fine unless they don't see each other for a long time or she's late. Then he gets scared she's gone for good.

Caleb is more y'know "I'll make a maze where we'll be trapped together forever". So the combination is kinda bad!!!

Caleb assuming you've haven't been with other guys this whole time. Caleb 'convincing' you to stay in Skyhaven as his adjutant.

Raf waits and Caleb already knows exactly where you are.

Raf having no idea what happened and after months of radio silence he assumes you left him again.

Caleb knowing your every move because of that bracelet so you can't leave. Caleb seeing every text you received.

"Who is this." He asks.

"it's no one" you answer as you see Caleb scroll through more and more desperate texts from Raf. He took it from you ages ago, hid it somewhere he assumed you wouldn't find. But you know him.

But he knows you.

You don't get your phone back.

Raf doesn't leave his studio. He stays up for days but can't start or finish anything. He goes blind again but he's used it at this point.

He hears the door open. He still keeps it unlocked even though you told him to at least lock it at night.

He hears boots approaching. He smells something metallic and clean mixed with sunrays hitting the forest canopy.

"long time no see."

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yes they are toxic but it is because of the love. without the love it would be a lot healthier actually.

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Subject two before one

Summery: Various moments in Subject two's life before his 'death' .

Made to fit in with the rest of capgras but can be read alone.

Ao3

Angst, subject 2 centric

A/N: This shit was not proofread sorry but if I didn't share it I felt like I was going to explode

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What looked like a normal doctor’s examination was in actuality a extensive evaluation. The results of which decided if he got the chance to continue existing, or recycled into materials for the next iteration.

“Touch your thumb to your ring finger.” Thumb… that was the fat one on the side right?

“Stick out your tongue.” She made an expression he could not identify yet. “Another mark on your tongue. That makes 24.” She frowned at her clipboard as she marked it down on a diagram. 4 pointed stars littered his body. 2 on his cheeks, 1 on his neck and each of his hands and feet, a large on one his chest, and 16 more littered his body like freckles.

“Do you know my name?” she asked.

“You are Gold Rhinedottir, my mother.”

The woman- his mother put her clipboard down. “The process needs to be refined more but...”

“...But?” He felt fingers enclose around his face.

Warm.

“Welcome to this world, Nigre

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He was the most advanced of all his brothers. He knew this. While he was named after the first step in the alchmeical process, he was closer to gold then anything else.

But… he wasn’t very good at Khemia.

“Dang it!” He watched in dismay as ley line sprout he was supposed to grow wilted and turned to dust. For the third time. “Why can’t I do this?”

He was the most advanced of all his brothers. He was rubedo in everything but name.

He was closer to Gold then anything else.

So why was this so difficult? Why couldn’t he do this?

...He didn’t want to disappoint mother.

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“Social relations are a complicated affair” his mother had told him. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her, but it was so easy to speak to her. Surely everyone else would be just as easy right?

The homonculus began to understand the extent of this ‘complicated affair’.

His mother was sending him to handle official affairs more and more. ‘To strengthen your social skills.’ she had said (he had a suspicion she was sending him to people she didn't want to deal with.) Give this component to the technology pillars, give this report to the royal advisor, explain this to that person. They were quite simple in theory but got more complicated as he understood more.

When talking to someone you just met you cannot use the same demeanor you would with someone you were familiar with. You had to adjust your tone as you spoke with them. You manged your voice to make you weren’t speaking to loud or quiet. Your expressions must match the mood. Most importantly, you must not tarnish your or mother’s reputation.

This wasn’t to say he disliked speaking to others. He did like it. He saw it as a puzzle

Take the advisor for instance. He was a patient man but did not tolerate absent minded mistakes and commanded respect. It was best to use honorifics with him and have a calm demeanor. The head of the technology department on the other hand was brash and impatient. Speak simply to her, match her energy, and keep her talking if you don’t want her to notice something. The outlander preferred to be addressed by name, speak casually. Members of the Alberich clan needed to be addressed formally lest you be subject to an hour long lecture. Be haughty but not haughty enough for them to see you as a threat. So on and so forth.

Figure out how they want to be addressed, test, adjust, repeat.

Humans are social creatures. They need to speak to others for their mental well being. How they do so varies but it ultimately accomplishes the same goals.

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He didn’t need to breath he found out.

His mother frantically turned his face this way and that. Pinched and pulled his cheeks and turned his hands over and over.

“You’re cold.” She finally said.

“I’m always cold?” He made a confused smile. That seemed to break her out of that state she was in.

“Right. I...I forgot.” Her hand lingered on his cheek. It was warm.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

“But I’m fine aren’t I?”

“People can’t stay underwater for that long. They need to breath. They need oxygen.”

“...But I’m not a people.”

“...Right… Right… you aren’t.”

The humonculous put his hand on his chest. He breathed in and out. His chest didn’t move like most people’s. It seemed he didn’t have lungs to fill with air.

He had a heart, he knew that. He could feel it beating in his chest. He probably had a digestive system or else he wouldn’t have been able to eat. He probably had a brain. But any other organs are a mystery to him. But if he didn’t have them then he didn’t need them.

But he’d been moving his chest as if he was moving up until now. Had he been doing it on instinct this whole time?

“Do you want me to be?”

“What?”

“Be more human. Would it be more helpful to you?”

Mother didn’t answer.

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That boy looks just like me. Too much like me. It’s maddening Her notebook whispered to him.

He didn’t mean to listen. But it was there open to the page with his evaluation. She’d fallen asleep while working again. He just wanted to help but the notebook.

I look at him and see myself staring back. He opens his mouth to speak and my voice comes out.

The presence of the substance as a solute causes hyponicity in the membranes of slimes anskakujunc

Something is wro

He stopped listening.

Whispers followed him across Khaenri’ah.

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“Is that really her son?”

“...an act against nature...”

That last was was silly. Was it not in man’s nature to create? Machines grow ever more advanced with every day. People find new ways to grow bigger and better crops. What makes him, a human cultivated by human hands, different then a Sunsettia that was modified by alchemy to be sweeter?

Or was it that creation of human life wasn’t an act a human should do?

‘That’s dumb. I thought we didn’t worship gods.’

He never responded to these whispers. They didn’t matter. His mother was saving them regardless. Her alchemy was what was feeding them in a place where no sunlight reaches. Not those mechanical constructs.

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Mother had been acting differently since she found that strange substance.

She wasn't exactly warm before but she certainly wasn’t this distant. She didn’t look at him anymore. She got sick a lot and she said things that didn’t make sense sometimes, She stayed up late creating more of his siblings.

He had more siblings then he could count now. None of them looked like him though. A tiny serpent like thing, a dragon the size of a watermelon, and a dozen wolf like things (he swears they double in numbers when he isn’t looking).

None of them could speak to him like his mother. None of them could do alchemy. He knew the dozens of ‘hims’ before him could not do alchemy. He could though. He knew alchemy, he was almost indistinguishable from a normal human.

He wasn’t a failure.

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He messed up.

He messed up and pieces of him had broken and chipped off. His marks spread like twisted inflamed veins on his skin.

He messed up.

Mother was a talented alchemist. Mother could do anything. Mother was perfect. Mother could fix it. Mother would. She would.

“Follow me.” She said. So he did.

“I’m going to be okay right?”

“I’m sorry, mother.” she stopped walking but did not turn to look at him. “I’m sorry. You gave me this form and taught me so much and I…”

“I will take responsibility.” “I should have known something was wrong from the outset...”

“Than what?”

She didn’t answer.

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YEAAH!!!

IF YOU'RE A BLACK LADS FAN, MAKE SOME NOISE‼️‼️‼️

Appreciation post for my fellow Black LaDS fans. Show off your pretty MCs in the Reblogs!! (+ with your fave) Let's engage with each other and follow each other!! Let's help each other be seen!!! Share your content, whether it's LaDS related or not, or NSFW or SFW, Fanart, Fanfiction, Renders, etc!!

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projecting my period cramps onto rafayel love and deepspace

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He asked for no pickles

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original upload date: 1/1/2020 words:183 Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Fluff, New Years, Pre-JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5: Vento Aureo Summary:

You and the gang toast to a new year (Takes place before Mista joins passione) (semi connected to Out of Body, a fugo x reader long fic i wrote on Ao3 but that dosen’t really matter)

"What's your new year's resolution, Fugo?"

"For me to get at least one good night of sleep." He said immediately.

"What about you Abbacchio?"

"To-"

" 'to be less of a bitch'?" Abbacchio glared at Narancia who was laughing. You and Fugo tried to stop giggling but failed miserably.

"What- hah- what were you going to say?"

"I was going to say drink less but I'm going to need 3 more glasses of wine after that."

"Sorry, sorry! Hah hah." You grabbed a glass and poured some grape juice for you, Fugo and Narancia. "Let's make a toast then."

Buccellati came in and poured himself a glass.

"Alright then! To Fugo finally getting a single night of good sleep!"

"Mabey if he didn't have a god awful taste in music-"

"To Abbacchio being less of a bitch!"

"To Narancia knowing what 2 times 2 is."

"Uh, 8?"

"Close enough!"

"To y/n not having atrocious handwriting!" You laughed.

"And to whoever-"

"Whomever."

"-Shut up Fugo. To WHO ever Buccellati decides to drag in next." You all raised your glasses and drank.  

To the new decade!

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Original upload date: 7/12/2019 (My first fic btw) Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader Additional Tags: Bad Puns, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Swearing Words:386 Summary:

"Because only I can hear your bad jokes." "You laughed though." "That's because they're so dumb their funny."

Honestly, Bakugo has no idea how you ended up as his friend let alone his s/o. When he first met you, you seemed quiet, timid even. But once you were with people you were comfortable with you were more talkative especially when it came to something you were interested in.

Sadly one of those things were puns and bad jokes.

" Ok, ok, I got a good one. What do you call a can opener that doesn’t work?" Bakugo rolled his eyes. You were being more persistent with your terrible jokes than normal today.

" I don't know."

" A can't opener!"You said with a goofy smile.

Bakugo almost rolled his eyes into his skull.

"You and your bad jokes."

"Knock knock." You ignored what he said.

"Who's there?"

"Interrupting cow."

"Interrupt-"

"Moo!"

Bakugo quickly turned his head to the side.

"You smirked! I saw you smirk this time!" Bakugo turned his head back to you.

"Ok, I have a joke, 2 guys walk into a bar. The 3rd one ducks."

"Oh my god, that was terrible." You said giggling.

" Where do you think I got it from."

"Pff. knock knock."

"Who's there."

"Knock knock" you blurted out between giggles. "Who's there."

"Knock knock."

"Knock knock who?" You both went quiet. A second later both of you were howling in laughter. Bakugo had tears in his eyes and you fell off his bed causing the both of you to laugh harder. You laughed until your sides hurt, then you laughed more.

You heard a knock on the door of the dorm. Bakugo got up to open the door revealing Kirishima.

"Who- who's there?" You asked from the floor. "Kirishima," Kirishima replied.

"Kirishima who?" You replied giggling again.

He gave you and Bakugo, who was trying to keep himself together, a strange look.

"Are you guys on drugs? We can hear you on the first floor." Said Kaminari from behind Kirishima.

"I'm not on drugs, not sure about y/n though."

"The only drug I'm on is laughter." You replied.

"You fucking dork," Bakugo mumbled.

"Can I have what you're on?" Kaminari asked.

"No." Then Bakugo slammed the door.

"Why did you make them Baku go away." You asked smirking.

"Because only I can hear your bad jokes."

"You laughed though."

"That's because they're so dumb their funny."

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original upload date: 9/9/2019 Words:247 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader Additional Tags: Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, Comfort Summary:

"Are you... scared?" "No!" He said a bit to quickly.

Bakugo was fine with loud noises. In fact, most of the time He made them. So it was a complete surprise when he knocked on your dorm room door on a stormy night.

"I'm sleeping with you." He said immediately. He looked a bit... Shaken.

It was 2 am and the best you could do was "...wha?"

"I said I'm sleeping with you."

You rubbed your eyes and squinted. There was no way Bakugo just said that.

"Kacchan. I need you to repeat what you just said. Slowly."

"I. Am. Sleeping. With. You...." He paused. "...Literally."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Ok but why?"

"What? I can't sleep with my own Girlfriend ?" As he said this a loud clap of thunder gently shook the dorms. He jumped a bit and his eyes widened.

"Are you... Scared?" "No!" He said a bit too quickly

"....Katsuki you aren't fooling anyone."

"Just let me in dib shit."

"That wasn't very nice. I won't let you in."

"Whatever it's not like-" Thunder clapped one after the other, each louder than the last. By the time it was over Bakugo was a trembling mess. He looked at you with pleading eyes.

You wrapped your arms around him and led him to your bed. It was a bit small for the both of you but Bakugo didn't seem to care. You drew circles in his hair to calm him down. Eventually, the both of you fell asleep.

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Writing x readers and the like!

HIII! Call me Ohms. I've had writer's block for waaay too long (2-3 years jeez) and I'm using this blog to get back into it!

I don't really like writing head cannons so only scenarios.

Ao3 (please ignore the ongoing fic I haven't updated in a year)

I write for:

Genshin impact (pls send albedo and venti 🙏) (no event spoilers tho I'm kinda slow)

Submas (separately)

Case study of vatinas

Honkai Star Rail

Love and deepspace

Yeah that's it for now :/

What I won't write

Smut

Yandere (unless it's Caleb)

Pedo

Teacher/professor x student

Incest

Dark subjects (suicide self harm ect) (may be some exceptions but don't count on it)