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May I present y'all: some old oneshot writing.

Cws for uhh, pain, I guess.

“Cameron, you can’t do this all night long."

He breathed heavily. “No, I...”

Suddenly, a sharp pain ached in his back and he had to stop in order  to catch his breath. “I-I, ’m okay. I can continue.”

“You cannot!” Amelia shouted. “You’re hurting, admit it.”

He waved his hand to dismiss their worries.

They were both on the roofs, and Cameron was inside the Box.

That’s why Amelia was so worried.

The Box was a tool used by the Agency to absorb energy, and today was Cameron’s day to contribuite with the fuel. There were straps connecting him to the walls - the barriers of the Box - and he sat on his knees, struggling to catch his breath.

It wasn’t supposed to hurt. Actually, when it was your day to do the fuel, you were supposed to pick something to watch or read, or then talk with someone in order to not get bored by how numb the process was. The task was supposed to be very confortable.

The only reason Cameron was dying out of pain was because he was hurt. He got a really bad and deep cut in a past mission and was put to rest for a few days. He wasn’t doing anything or being productive at all for more than a week. He couldn’t bear being so useless. Even though it hurt. He didn’t want to admit it, but his guts were on fire and he felt like fainting anytime soon. But it was his day of doing the fuel, so he couldn’t just not do it.

Even though Amelia had already asked the superiors for rescheduling his time, and that they agreed and he was technically liberated for today.

But he couldn’t just- he couldn’t just walk away from his responsality. Just because he has- just because his rehabilitation was taking too long and his damned insomnia couldn’t leave him alone and his back hurt like a bitch, and everything was just too hot and so cold at the same time and-and  just because he couldn’t handle it.

But he was supposed to stay there for eight hours to give the machine time to absorb everything it needed to fuel the Agency’s base, even though he could barely lift his head up or talk more than trhee words at a time.

“I am-”, he mumbled “I can do this. I’m fin- fine, Amelia.” He breathed heavily. “You don’t need to… worry.”

He felt fire burning all along his back and he barely had the strenght to arch or whimper.

Amelia had had enough.

Their expression suddenly got sharp, and they disconnected the straps with the power key.

“Enough”, they said. “Cameron Lull, by superior order you are forbidden from touching this machine until said otherwise.”

“Am, I…”

“Up. Now. I don’t want to hear a word.”

Cameron did not want to disobey a direct order, but he didn’t feel like leaving the Box. Actually, he wasn’t sure if he could get up at all.

“Amelia you don’t need to- Ah!”

They lift him up.

“I’m taking you to bed.”

He did not protest, but it wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He did. But it felt so good.

The release on his muscles and the gente touch of their arms in his back was enough to make him quit.

He didn’t wake up for a while.

#my writing #oneshot #idk who these guys are #this was from the last week of november 2023 #i remember they just came into my mind #improvised lore #anyways. this one was fun. not the best choices of words but i still like it

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posting it anyway

doo you guys wanna read some old writing of mine from last year

#rambles #writeblr

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this post is going to be poorly written but I really want to say how much I appreciate everybody on here. the people I've interacted with on this site are some of the kindest people I've ever met; for me to come out as trans online, and feel 100% genuinely safe, is the most incredible feeling. I don't know how to describe it with words, I'm so grateful, it really makes me so happy knowing that you guys exist. seriously, thank you so much

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Tag that OC that was inspired by a fear of yours

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#i think none #hmmm #not even if i think like very hard

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the right hairstyle for your face is the one that makes you smile when you see yourself in the mirror btw.

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#i didn't know #i didn't know i needed this until now #whoever this is theyre doing a good thing up there #undescribed #character design #this person is very beautiful

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Fantastic writer, very good person, great whumper!

thank you <3

#true true

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Sometimes it feels like y’all just make up nonbinary people to get mad at . “Super misogynistic nonbinary theyfab person named Sock who doesnt understand the REAL trans experience bc they look like a cis women” like okay yeah your words mean nothing to me

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doo you guys wanna read some old writing of mine from last year

#rambles #writeblr

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saying this for my fellow enbies!! you don't owe anyone your androgyny or explanation for how you express yourself! you do what makes you happy and don't let anyone tell you otherwise because you are valid

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#undescribed

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#undescribed

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#keyboard both because of prevs reasons #and its more comfy #and bigger #and also like larger and easier #and makes noise

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do you actually have a favourite colour?

yes

no

#no.... #i love all of them.... #*hugs all clors of the existemce in a tight embrace* #my children......

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"This character deserves better," I say, making things even worse for them.