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Roier's sword slashes across Cellbit's chest again and he falls into the cool darkness of respawn, the ghost feeling of his own blood spilling from his body remaining. He comes back to the safe zone and almost trips in the sand, the taste of blood lingering in his mouth like a drug.

He catches sight of Roier running off again, a cut on his shoulder dripping blood through the open gashes in his hoodie, and he wants to lick it off. He wonders if the games have done something to him to make him worse, to make the thundering hunger in his head stronger, even though he knows he'd chase his husband down to feel the hilt of his sword against his sternum over and over any time, any place.

they make me sooooooo

#bell.txt #bell.doc #hi ill write more later im getting dinner with my brother #gore tw #spiderbit

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Cellbit teaches Pepito how to make cocoa. He's not much of a chef, he'll admit it, but he has fuzzy memories of warm hands teaching him to scoop the right amounts of cocoa and sugar, whisking them in a pot with milk and a splash of honey and cinnamon. He tries not to think about whose hands they were, but he watches Bagi make cocoa the same way for Em and knows regardless.

also since it's apparently national hot chocolate day today here's this snippet from another wip

#bell.txt #bell.doc #heavily inspired by my mom teaching me how to make cocoa

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“Do you want to go to bed, gatinho?” Roier murmurs, running his hands through Cellbit’s hair. He runs his nails over his scalp for a moment, letting them drag against his skin, and Cellbit stiffens and then melts in his grip. “Mm,” he says, still buried in Roier’s throat, and he laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

sneak peek for all the other insane people up rn + my beloved mutuals in time zones where this is a perfectly normal time to be awake

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🌹:3

Doied must think he’s an idiot. He must be an arrogant son of a bitch, truly, to miss the way Cellbit’s fists tighten in his sweatshirt, the way his smile lingers for too long, turning down at the corners of his mouth. “You’re beautiful,” he says, centimeters from Roier’s lips. And then he steps back, letting him go. Doied frowns, with Roier’s face, and then tries to hide it by cocking his head to the side, mimicking the mannerism nearly to perfection.  “He’s beautiful, I mean. You're nothing."

cellbit confronting doied :DD

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“I’m not lying! I’m not, I built it, me and Richas, I promise. I said I would never lie to you.” “You lied when you didn’t come back,” Roier murmurs, but his heart’s not in it. He doesn’t want to fight about it, not right now. “Show me inside.” A flash of hurt passes over Cellbit’s eyes, but he nods, bowing his neck to kiss Roier’s cheek softly.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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The new armor they’re presented with is shiny. She likes shiny things, she remembers, and this is particularly nice. Cold, black metal, worked to wicked points and adorned with red, and an eye on the helmet. That’s nice, she thinks. So everyone can know they belong to the Watcher, now.  Cellbit reaches out and pricks his finger on one of the pauldrons, immediately smearing the blood across the chest, dirtying the burnished metal. They both slide on the new gas masks, giggling with delight, and press their foreheads close together.

go stupid go crazy go bolas

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“Guapito?” He slurs, nearly in a whine. “Tá tudo bem?”  “No,” Roier answers, and then he runs a hand down Cellbit’s back as he stretches lightly over him. “I’m hungry.”  Cellbit shudders against him and tilts his head up to look at his face, eyes flicking down to his mouth. “Yeah?”   “Yeah,” Roier murmurs, and he leans forward to capture Cellbit’s lips in his.

day 1 snippet (vampires)

#bell.txt #bell.doc #same vibes as the last one honestly #sleepy vampire makeout hours

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“Two black coffees, for me and my husband,” he says, and the rush that goes through him from saying it never gets old.  And it’s playful, because of course Richas knows they’re married, he handed them the damn rings, and everyone on the island knows, but, still, it puts a flush over his cheeks when the words pass his lips. “Meu marido,” he murmurs, and Richas passes him a mug alongside a look that says a thousand words.  He sticks his tongue out at his son, very maturely, and goes to sit down next to Roier. 

#bell.txt #bell.doc #tldr this fic is cellbit incapable of shutting up about being married #my husband my husband my husband EVERYONE KNOWS #<3333333

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It’s not his strong suit, keeping secrets, especially from Roier, never has been, but this time he tells no one. Even Richarlyson, because if it all turns out to be nothing, he doesn’t want their son to be afraid of one of his parents again. And, selfishly, guiltily, because he wants to fix it himself. Needs to fix it himself. It’s his fault that this happened, that he was gone and Roier drove himself to exhaustion and– whatever state this is, trying to find him again. That they’re now distant, whatever the cause.

slaps cellbit cubito this guy can hold so much guilt

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celltw maze fic is going well btw

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need to explain the concept for this fic instead of just posting random snippets but here have this

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“How are you feeling?” Roier murmurs, peering up at him. He looks worried, which is bad, because Roier should never be worried about him. He resolves to solve this issue.  “I’m fine,” he protests.  He tries to stand up, even though Roier has him caged against the bed, and in the process manages to trip and land ass-first on the floor, staring up at Roier trying not to giggle as he hisses at the pain in his tailbone.  “Not funny,” he slurs, and he lays back to curl up on his side. “Roierrrrrr,” he moans into the floor, and his husband stifles a chuckle to sweep him into his arms.  “Back to bed,” he chastises, though it’s hard to take his attempt at a firm tone seriously when he’s laughing into Cellbit’s neck.

sickfic :D

#bell.txt #bell.doc #we will get to the soup do not worry!!!!! #my specialty #also i cannot imagine cellbit is a very good patient #but i think roier would be a good nurse despite the teasing and whatnot #also i just thought about roier in one of those insane slutty nurse outfits and my brain turned off

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🌹? :0

-capybaragamingepic

“Pero, ¿si te pidiera que te cuidaras?” Cellbit says quiet, chin hooked over Roier’s shoulder.  “Ah, sí. Then it’s what I want versus what you want– to sacrifice yourself over and over until there’s nothing left.”  “That’s not fair,” Cellbit mutters, but he can’t offer a real rebuttal.

this is in my scraps doc but i want to rework it into something eventually

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🌵& 🪲!

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

this is one of my oldest and most beloved playlists it got me through undergrad and i'll always be thankful for that (it's also long as hell which is how i like my playlists)

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

“I don’t know how to drive,” Cellbit admits. He ignores Roier squeezing his hand, in some attempt at comfort or because he’s insane, he doesn’t know which.  “That’s okay!” Roier sounds positively cheerful. “I’ll get us there.”  Cellbit almost immediately regrets letting Roier drive. It’s not so much that he’s unsafe but that he can’t drive in a straight line– he insists on continuing to hold Cellbit’s hand, and for some reason he can’t bring himself to tell him off. So they drift across lanes, Roier jerking the wheel, and Cellbit’s stomach turns.

from my obsessedduo wip!

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Cellbit later tells it like a fairy tale– like he was swept off his feet, the moment they caught sight of each other through the glass. Well, he was, actually; the boat shifted and he nearly fell over trying to right the flags nearby. Roier had laughed, the sound carrying even through all the noise, and he’d glanced up to see a striking jawline and a gorgeous, welcoming grin. But tripping over himself aside, the truth is it wasn’t some spellbound moment of love at first sight, and he knows that. He just can’t imagine the world before he loved Roier.

what's more romantic than fate well choosing to remember someone with love even before you fell for them

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WHAT IF you write sickening spiderbit fluff about them building together what then

Roier hums something, moving his hips to the imaginary beat, and Cellbit can’t help laughing, leaning back against the wall behind him. Roier spins to shoot him a half-baked glare.  “¿Qué, qué? ¿Qué es tan gracioso?” “Nada, nada, guapito. Te amo.” “Y te amo también. Pero, te gusta tanto reírte de mí, haz algo mejor con esa boca.” He leans close and Cellbit cups his face in his hand, kissing him without hesitation.

it begins

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