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Go follow my new account @splatashawentnatasha
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THIS IS NOT FUNNY. I AM ON THE BRINK OF UGLY CRYING.
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The way I screamed when I read that last line. FUCK SAKE ;-;
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★ Face Claims ★
I really could be doing anything else right now, but instead, I'm showing my characters' face claims. How entertaining.
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Adalyn Murphy:
Face Claim: Elle Fanning
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Robin Whitlock:
Face Claim: Sophia Lillis
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To be continued.
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Hey, can you write something for Tommy Miller? The reader is tommy's wife and he finds her after serval years after he thought she was dead (she using all his tricks, she learned from him) he being a proud husband. Thank you 💜
Sorry if I took a while to reply to this, my absolute dumbass was reading it at 10 at night and thought the gender was switched (I basically thought Tommy was the one who was supposed to be dead lmfao). This gave me strong 'Huntsman: Winters War' vibes, so if it goes off a little, blame Chris Hemsworth <3 Thanks for the request, and I hope y'all enjoy :>
Not proofread
Gender: Female (She / Her)
Word count: 1125 words, 6054 characters
Warning: Mentions of death, Mentions of violence, Strong language
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You knew death was coming to you. It was an inevitable end, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Death seemed like a foreign concept to you; you were always out of reach, but this time, it dug its claws into you and made up for those times you’d cheated it.
With everything you’d experienced in your life, death was more of a welcome than a burden. Your body finally gave in, your mind being able to finally rest from the endless trauma. You’d lived your life, and death opened its arms to you.
Where you were ready to let go, however, Tommy was not. You’d never seen him fight for something so hard before. With half-lidded eyes, you watched your beloved husband as he battled your dance with death to keep you awake. These hands, that had slaughtered more men than you were ever aware of, were so gentle with your broken form as he applied a pressure on the stab wound to your abdomen. The ruthless hands of a killer, handling you with the utmost care.
He tried everything he could think of to stop you from giving in to the temptation of death, but you eventually shut your eyes and let yourself rest.
“Tommy, if you’d just listen to me-” Joel’s gruff voice started, but the older brother wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Tommy interrupted him, for the umpteenth time. He refused to believe what he was hearing.
“Stop fuckin’ lying to me,” Tommy spat, his hands planted firmly on his hips as he turned his back to Joel to pace around the bar. “She isn’t alive.”
No, the dead are supposed to stay dead. Tommy watched you die. In a futile attempt to keep your heart beating, he knew you were long gone. He felt your pulse slip away, the only indicator of your life fading into oblivion like it had never existed at all.
“You aren’t hearing me!” Joel boomed. With Tommy already talking with a loud voice, Joel was now full-blown yelling. He couldn’t get his brother to listen to him; Tommy was convinced that you were dead. Everyone was convinced you were dead. They knew you were.
So how the hell were you alive?
“Because I watched her die!” Tommy snapped back, his voice threateningly low as he whirled around. This was clearly something Joel and Tommy didn’t agree on.
Before the boys could finish this argument, Tommy grabbed his pack and swung it over his shoulder. He didn’t hear any more of what Joel had to say, and stalked out of the Tipsy Bison.
Tommy and Joel’s horses, Justified and Old Beardy, stood tied up outside of the bar, and Tommy was fast to walk down the front steps of the Tipsy Bison and unknotting Justified’s reins. He hopped onto the horse’s back with his pack around his shoulders, spinning the animal in a tight circle and galloping off toward the woods.
As Tommy fled into the woods, he thought about what Joel had told him. It seemed impossible that’d you be alive: you died in his arms. He was first-hand witness to the whole situation, so he knew that there was nothing that could bring you back.
Joel said otherwise. How were you still active, after all of this time? You’d been killed years ago, and Tommy knew what he saw. He saw the woman he loved and valued most, lose the light in her eyes as she gave up the battle of staying conscious to the world.
Tommy huffed as Justified slowed down, the horse trotting his way through the woods with Tommy upon his back. The man needed some time to think about the information that his older brother had just tried to give him. Riding through the woods always gave Tommy some peace of mind.
That is, until he heard a loud gunshot ring through the trees.
The force of the noise was enough to startle Tommy and his horse, the animal immediately taking himself in a circle to run away from the direction that the noise came from. It came from deeper within the forest, the brunt of the shot bouncing around the wooded area.
A normal person’s first instinct would be to run in the opposite direction of a gunshot, but Tommy was drawn to it. Was someone else out here? How close were they? Should he sus out the situation and follow the noise?
The middle-aged man chose the latter, and gave his horse a firm boot with his heels to send him galloping into the woods. The horse wasn’t happy to oblige, but gave in due to the sheer force that was Tommy Miller.
As they raced deeper into the woods, Tommy hoped another shot would ensue so he could try and find the source. He hadn’t seen any people outside of Jackson that he didn’t know, so the situation was refreshing to him.
Tommy pulled Justified to a halt, the horse’s hooves pacing against the foliate ground as the man on his back perked up. Tommy had spotted something – something large, lying on the ground.
Swinging his legs over the saddle and landing with a silent groan, Tommy led his horse toward the thing he’d spotted. As he got closer, he noticed that his observation began to take the shape of some kind of large animal. Upon closer inspection, the animal was a deer. He wasn’t sure what kind of deer, but it was dead.
The deer had a bullet wound at the side of its head, which would’ve killed it instantly. It was a strategically placed shot for a person, so whoever had killed it must have been a good marksman.
Tommy knelt beside the animal and inspected it, one hand holding his horse’s reins, and the other trailing over the wound that the deer had in the side of its face. He wondered who’d shot and killed it. The deer only had the single wound there, so whoever shot it did it effortlessly.
A twig cracked.
Tommy’s head snapped over his shoulder, and his pupils contracted when he was met with the barrel of a gun pointed directly at his face.
On the other end of the gun, a woman, no older than Tommy himself, clutched the weapon with both hands. She adjusted her fingers against the firearm as she kept the front end of the gun in line with Tommy’s eyes.
As Tommy’s eyes crept up the length of the gun and the extended arms of the person, his gaze eventually reached their face. He swallowed back a lump forming in his throat as he took in the bloody-faced woman standing before him.
You, his wife. You were alive.
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As promised, a tag for @musings-of-a-rose
Another part? Let me know in the comments or reblogs :) Thanks for reading, and remember my asks are open so bombard me <3
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elliestwoleftfingerss · 2 months
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★ Tommy Miller ★
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Asks
Tommy Miller's wife isn't dead, after all
Drabbles
Headcanons
Other
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elliestwoleftfingerss · 2 months
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Snippet for a Tommy Miller ask, I can finally write again, so will hopefully be finished today or tomorrow :>
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elliestwoleftfingerss · 2 months
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Happy Birthday Buckaroo <3
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Happy Birthday to Bucky Barnes.
Happy Birthday to our favorite Sergeant.
Happy Birthday to the Winter soldier.
Happy Birthday to the White Wolf.
Happy Birthday Bucky. ❤️
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elliestwoleftfingerss · 2 months
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If you wanna protect AO3 or character ai. Or Wattpad. Or Tumblr. Or discord. Or even the right for undocumented people and minors to use the fucking Internet reblog this I swear to God. Reblog this and reblog as many KOSA posts as you can go on their website and contact your Representatives. Do it. Do it. Do it.
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The aesthetic of your blog is beautiful
Thank you so much <3
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elliestwoleftfingerss · 2 months
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Soap was done SO dirty with that-
The way they were trying to trick us into thinking price would die in mw3 is insane because I honestly felt like the buildup and reactions to that would've been way better.... NOT THAT I HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST PRICE I LOVE HIM but for that reason I think his death would've hit HARD. and like the entire team coming togeth3r and becominh even closer to carry out his plan and avenge him? That shit would've rocked....
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elliestwoleftfingerss · 2 months
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Periodt.
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I think ppl on here need to see this too🤷‍♀️
Simon is an abuse and rape victim, making him into a rapist and pedophile so you can get off on it and fantasize about him doing that to you or Soap is doing more harm than good. Youre a shitty person.
Rape is not sexy. Making a survivor into a terrible human being is disgusting and vile. Murder can be justified, he kills terrorists for a living, but being a rapist can NOT be justified.
People who write this for trauma should be aware that people reading your content are exploiting it and fetishizing your trauma.
Proshippers SHOULD NOT get angry at survivors for speaking out about this and being uncomfortable.
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elliestwoleftfingerss · 2 months
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Simon "Ghost" Riley is not a rapist.
Simon "Ghost" Riley would not "punish" you so badly you have a miscarriage.
Simon "Ghost" Riley would not tie you up, call you a whore, and tell you to "take it or else"
Simon "Ghost" Riley would not insult your body so bad he gives you an ED.
Sebastian Kreuger would not Kidnap and abuse you.
Phillip Graves would not verbally attack you.
Phillip Graves is not racist or homophobic??
Nikto would not hit you for seeing his face on accident.
König would not throw you against a wall and call you a whore for coming near him, the dude has social anxiety..
idc what anyone says, if you enjoy any of these please get off the internet and figure out a different way to cope, this isn't even proshipper level, this is just wrong.
How are you going to headcanon a victim of SA as a rapist? How are you going to headcanon a victim of a lifetime of abuse as an abuser?
Headcanoning a southern american man as racist and homophobic just feels so icky!
Seriously guys please if you have issues, there are other ways!!!
I'm tired of blocking so many lovely accounts because of the amount of dub-con/noncon/straight up Sexual Assault that's in their reblogs or in the accounts they support and advertise.
There is a difference between tough and straight up fucking insane??? Maybe read the characters backstories and actually take their past into consideration because you guys kinda look dumb for making these characters so OOC. Please get help and keep your gross fics to yourself.
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🦈🍄
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🤪✨️💅
WAIT I'M A FUCKING IDIOT-
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Lmao, sorry, I actually thought someone sent me some random emojis, and I just clapped back with emojis. I actually forgot entirely about what I just reblogged, cry xoxo
🦈) Tell us the name of your / one of your WIP (s):
Okay, so I'm currently in the process of writing two asks, one for Tommy Miller and the other for Jesse (The Last Of Us). Both are yet to be titled and don't know if I will title them, but in my Microsoft account, Tommy Miller's is called "Tommy Miller's Wife," and Jesse's is called "Jesse 2," because I rewrote it lol.
If we're talking about WIP's outside of the platform that I won't post here, I have something started on Wattpad titled "That's My Girl." Sadly, I deleted the app and not sure if I'll ever get around to finishing it.
🍄) Describe your WIP / one of your WIP's in the format of "___+___":
For my Jesse (The Last Of Us) WIP:
"Possessive" Jesse + Unsuspecting reader
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elliestwoleftfingerss · 2 months
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:))
*grits teeth* I am not a bad writer if I don't write every second of the day I am not a bad writer if I don't write every second of the day
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elliestwoleftfingerss · 3 months
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Stop, this is so cute, my heart can't handle ^-^
why does Ghost always wear a mask?
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he likes to stay anony-mouse
(my partner came up with this dialogue idea out of the blue and I immediately had to draw Ghostsoap as little mice in the rain 🥺😭)
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elliestwoleftfingerss · 3 months
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★ Martha Blackwood ★
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Overview
Name: Martha Blackwood
Age: 30 years old
Birthday: 10th of July (Cancer)
Gender: Female (She / Her)
Nationality: Scottish
Occupation: Police Officer
Siblings: Twin brother (Finley Blackwood, 30)
Physical Appearance
Eye Colour: Light brown
Hair Colour: Blonde
Height: 5 foot 6 inches
Weight: 137 lbs
Skin Colour: Warm
Ethnicity: Scottish
Build: Slender, Muscular
Distinguishing Features: A dove tattoo on her hip bone, in remembrance of her mother.
Characteristics
Mannerisms: Talks to herself. Talks to herself so much that it seems unhealthy. She's faced some tough things in her job, and she's developed Paranoia because of it. Talking to herself gives her a feeling of comfort and safety if she can't talk to someone else.
Habits: Calling people an "eejit." Meaning idiot. She's always calling someone an idiot.
Hobbies: Playing board games. Specifically, games like Cluedo or Unsolved Case Files; fitting, considering she's a police officer. She can be competitive and loves a game if it gives her a good challenge.
Personality: She's serious and takes no nonsense. She can be a nice person, but she's learnt the hard way that you can't trust everyone.
She may come across as intimidating with that Scottish accent, but she's secretly a big softy. If someone exposes her for being a darling, sleep with one eye open. She won't let you live it down.
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To be continued.
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elliestwoleftfingerss · 3 months
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I'M GONNA CRY-
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This parallel right here. Ellie and Abby being forcefully held down while the people that matter the most to them are getting beaten up or taken away from them. Excuse me while I mindlessly start throwing up
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