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kirayaykimura · 23 days

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a day late and a keycard short

Obi had the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen on his arm, unfortunately.

He was supposed to have a tall blonde in a distractingly low-cut gown as his date to the tedious silent auction he found himself trapped in for the evening. She would get their mark, Mr. Ernst Blofeld, for the evening to strike up a conversation with her using this eye contact trick she developed years ago (that only worked about forty percent of the time), float the idea that she and Obi were very open to a more private party, would he like to show them his hotel room?, and then drug him to the gills, steal the weapons he was about to sell, intercept the buyer later, and vanish into the night. Instead, his date was a short red-head in a collared gown and heels she clearly wasn’t confident walking in. The opposite of Blofeld’s type. The way his eyes traveled down her body and away without a second glance confirmed it. This would be-

“Oh, dear. I am so sorry!” Shirayuki said to Blofeld. Who she just stumbled into.

-challenging.

“You would do well to better control your woman,” Blofeld said to Obi, ignoring Shirayuki’s apology completely.

And the old money flaunted its old-fashioned politics as well. Charming.

Blofeld’s look of distaste morphed into a pained grimace when Shirayuki accidentally drove her stiletto into his toes. With soft leather like that, she was bound to leave a mark.

“Forgive me, I must have had one too many drinks tonight,” Shirayuki said. Yuzuri would’ve sold the clumsy drunk act better, but Shirayuki’s lack of commitment to the bit by not even attempting to slur her words was funnier.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Obi said. Maybe, if Obi was lucky, he might be able to strike up a conversation with Blofeld later without the woman who had bodily harmed him twice and get a different plan rolling. Otherwise he’d have to get creative, and no one liked when he got creative in the field.

Obi led her out of the hotel ballroom and towards the elevators across the lobby with a hand on the small of her back. If anyone asked, he would say he was only thinking about alternative plans to secure the drug later. He simply didn’t have the brain space to note the way the lace of her dress felt beneath the tips of his fingers or the heat of her body through the cloth. That would also be weird to note about a coworker so he absolutely did not do that, stop asking.

He was so distracted, both thinking and not thinking, that he nearly stumbled over his own feet when Shirayuki pulled him into a corner of the area in front of the elevators. She was lucky he was naturally graceful, otherwise she’d be smushed against the wall right about now.

Obi raised an eyebrow to silently ask what she was trying to do. Shirayuki pointed at the ceiling and mouthed, Dead spot.

No cameras. Got it.

Then, she slipped a key card out of her sleeve and flashed it at him triumphantly.

“Damn, sticky fingers. Impressive,” Obi whispered, catching on to the fact that she had clearly pickpocketed Blofeld during her run-in.

“I gave him mine, so that should buy us some time,” she whispered.

He wouldn’t notice it was missing, and wouldn’t be able to burst in on them rummaging through his room with the key he did have. Not a bad plan at all. One day he’d stop being impressed by Shirayuki, maybe, but not today.

“Let’s do it,” Obi said.

#undercover as lovers #obiyuki #obiyukimadness24 #listen. have i done nearly exactly this same plot with yuzuri dropping out of being obi's fake girlfriend and making shirayuki stand in?#yes #i refuse to apologize for who i am #and who i am is unoriginal #my fic

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 12 days

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Average Drama Enjoyer observes some peak drama.

#dungeon meshi #toshiro nakamoto #laios touden #kabru #izutsumi #Before anyone mistakes this as mischaracterization: The joke here is that it's ambiguous what the hell he means.#Kabru does love getting into fights a bit more than average but he's mostly here for the drama.#I screenshot the scene of him going 'The dark arts!' with a little smile everytime I re-read dungeon meshi. He's so catty. I love him.#And shout out to Izutsumi for adding fire to the drama. Girl said 'I am the listener. I heard that shit.' and refused to apologize.#Joke two: the deep cut - Welcome to more propaganda for whatever the hell is going on between Laios & Shuro & Kabru.#Laios trusting Shuro with some *heavy* information because he admires him so much! And wants to be his friend so badly!#Kabru also has another great character moment when he immediatly clocks Laios as not being as malicious as expected.#We love a character who can put the clues together! It is such a good subversion of what role we think Kabru is to play in this story!#Now he's eager to befriend Laios - who is barely interested and currently trying to befriend Shuro - who is barely interested and...well.#The painful triangle of people trying to get to know the other person better and being rejected...Friendship triangle.#We have all had a friendship triangle situation before. Right? You guys have also struggled to read people. Right?#Laios is universally relatable. Right?

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andromeddog · 1 year

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#my art #oc stuff #anselm lustig #stahlhelm #ww1 art #anselm is a stormtrooper who keeps getting blown up #and stahlhelm is his weird tulpa that refuses to leave him alone #two worsties <3 #hello. i have been sick and busy and busy and sick but i’m trying to make more stuff #THERES A TYPO ITS SUPPOSED TO BE ‘fühlst du dich’ not ‘fühlst du bich’#IM SORRY……….. i didn’t even translate it myself i was just copying it and still got it wrong #lame. walking into the sea. to anyone who speaks german i am apologizing profusely from the sea floor

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itspileofgoodthings · 5 months

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that Bobby Bones interview with Taylor where he claims that the cookies she gave him made him sick and she tells him to stop lying is my Roman Empire because I can’t stop thinking about how, while keeping it still lighthearted enough for interview etiquette, she unequivocally shuts down his gaslighting and despicable toad behavior.

#it’s that part of Taylor that’s just a steel wall #and it’s why women love her so much #because a LOT of women would have taken it. would have felt forced to. to apologize or concede or play into his little mind games #not all. But honestly. A lot and so watching her NOT do it is so healing.#she just absolutely refuses to budge. there is a part of her that looks bad behavior right in the eye and says fuck you #but calmly. and it’s the fact that she’s that but also the glitter and the love of winter/baking/etc. and the extreme girliness #like I just. it’s soooooooooooo healing/cathartic/EVERYTHING.#in her actual interview she also called him out for calling himself a nice guy and then denying he ever said that which was also iconic #also I hate him so much I want to fight him in a denny’s parking lot and then force him to do hours of community service #Bobby bones is what I mean when I say men need to be forced to till the land #like. This is a kind of man who will not learn until he has been broken and then re-moulded by honest physical toil #instead he has a podcast oh I am going to be sick

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whump-n-comfort · 22 days

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when you read a fic that gives you a hyper-specific whump scenario that you know would either A.) take forever to find in another story or B.) hasn't been written at all so the obvious conclusion is that you have to write it yourself

#whump meme #~my stuff~#my brain hates me sometimes lmao #i just want a story where two characters are stuck in a broken down car in the middle of winter and having an argument #which leads to one stomping outside in some petty attempt to 'find help' while the other person doesn't realize #what is happening at first. they think their friend is just taking a quick second to catch their thoughts. not the best idea in a snow stor #but the other option is them tearing each others heads off so a little separation is fine. but then their friend starts walking away #and keeps going. so now they have to chase after them to corral them back into the car #because yeah its broken but its still somewhat warm unlike this suicide mission you are attempting!!#and then theres a big blow up because they have kinda been the shit-stirrer so their friend just is #im fixing it!! im being not annoying/useless/something related to whatever they were arguing about!!#so now they get slapped in the face with the fact that they've been taking out their bad day/week on their friend #who was simply being themself and trying to cheer them up/be nice #and when they eventually get back in the car the friend now feels like shit because they not only wasted heat from the car #but they also dragged their friend outside just bcuz they were being a brat so didn't they just prove the other person's point?#so now the two are just in a guilt huddle apologizing for being idiots as they inevitably wait for their rescue #bonus points if the rescue involves their rescuers trying to separate them and the other person just *refuses* to let their friend go #because they have a need to keep the first person warm after feeling like they essentially forced them out into the cold #is that too much to ask?? (i could turn this into an A talks to B scenario... also thinking about my OCs but when am i not lol)

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garrettwrites · 8 months

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When someone tells you they don't like hugs, that's not an invitation for you to "cure them". It is not a "you" thing, although sometimes it might be. You thinking "they have to get used to it" because "your hugs are different" and "that's how you show love" is not a valid argument. Hugging them out of the blue as a goodbye is not cool either. Fuck off.

#ok to rb in case someone is in the same boat but thinks the post is too personal #this friend of mine...#pretends he's great but can't respect one basic thing #he's lucky I have grown to control my emotions and not lash out #i hate it #don't hug me or touch me end of line #i am honest to god feeling sick #this dude and I have history where I borderline felt incapable of saying no and had sex with him #afterwards I told him how I felt #yet he still pulls this shit #hugs make me sick to my stomach I don't even hug my family #and I really don't wanna hug a man who pretty much made me hate sex (for myself) as a whole #i feel disgusting rn #twice he hugged me and got mad when I refused to hug him again #even after I already told him I hated it #then asks if I'm scared of him because of that like you piece of shit I wanna rip my skin out where you touched it #I may pretend to everyone that I'm a strong confident man but good lord #sometimes I wish I had an over protective boyfriend so he could kick him in the teeth over this shit #it's ridiculous I know but fuck #apologies if you read all these tags but I over drank after this and none of my friends are awake and I needed to vent #garrett.text

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froggyworlds · 1 year

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listen listen ok I was going to put something menacing or lyric-y but every lyric I looked at fits every voice belongs to you and I can't put them all so just take this before I explode

@mustangsart here's one of the fics I promised/alluded to I can't remember which

tw for minor self-harm, guns, and a moment of contemplated/mentioned suicide. plus other typical htb-related content warnings (ask if you want smth tagged tell me and I'll add it!)

If Mark had been holding anything a few moments ago, it would've dropped to the floor by now. His hands shook at his sides, and the trembling spread up his arms to his chest and his legs and for a few moments he was certain he was going to fall over.

He didn't, though he did stumble back a step. Somehow he even found it in himself to remember to breathe in a wheezy, gasping inhale that made his lungs ache and his throat go dry. The man's hands flew almost subconsciously to his waistband, and he watched as a pair of eyes followed them with a spark of- no. Stop it. Don't do that.

¬ Don't shoot me, Mark. ¬

Mark's fingers twitched, an itchy, clawing feeling tugging on the threads in the back of his mind like a kitten kneading a wool blanket. His hand froze, but didn't fall back into place at his side.

Standing across from him, within arm's reach, as far away as anything had ever been, was-

It was-

God, it was-

"F-fuck," Mark stammered, and took another step back.

The thing that looked like Cesar didn't move in kind. Besides the flicker of its eyes, it didn't even seem like it was breathing. As much as Mark was trying to avoid looking at its eyes, the two kept locking gazes.

He- it. It wasn't Cesar. It wasn't Cesar. It's not him. It's not him. Stop thinking it is. It's not what you think-

It looked exactly the same as it had last time Mark had seen it, and the last time Mark had seen it was three years ago. Phantom pain echoed across his scars, and the man winced at the memory of a halo of glass. But everything was the same- the Cesar standing before him was as frozen in time as the one in the photograph weighing heavy in his left breast pocket.

For the first time since its appearance, the alternate moved. It reached up and, in a gesture that seemed all-too-painfully human, drew its hand back in again hesitatingly. Its brow furrowed in what could almost be mistaken for worry.

"Mark, you- you're crying."

As they say, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."

Mark felt his legs buckle anyways. Call him a fool.

The man let out a sob and bit down on his left forefinger- hard. It didn't do much to stifle the sound, and something tasted like crimson now, but it gave him something to focus on besides-

"Mark! Are you okay?"

I think I'm going to throw up, was going to be his response, but unfortunately all Mark could muster in response was another half-choked sob, and he jerked away from the hand that reached out for him even when every part of him wanted nothing more than to cry into his friend's arms until his sleeves were soaked and for them to go home and pretend like nothing bad had ever happened in their lives, even if only for a few hours.

After a second, a word escaped his throat: "No." It evidently stung, because Cesar the alternate recoiled and a pang of something heavy struck through Mark's heart that he immediately grabbed and tossed away. This wasn't Cesar.

"You're a monster - a fucking thing. My best friend is dead and you fucking killed him!"

Sweat-slick hands gripping the handle of a gun. The click a millisecond before the bang.

“You’re not him. You’re not Cesar. You aren’t- I didn’t shoot- You’re not him.”

No matter how broken its expression looked. No matter how tired and terrified Mark was.

"I'm sorry. Mark, I'm so, so sorry."

¬ I'm sorry. It's complicated. ¬

Memories rang like church bells in his ears. Half-human shrieks. Half-human.

"It hurts, Mark. It hurts."

Mark couldn't fucking do this.

He pulled out his gun before he could think and for a second the world teetered. Overwhelming déjà-vu coursed through him as he gripped the weapon, sweaty palms and safety off and maybe it would be so, so easy to turn it around and forget all of this ever-

Mark dropped the gun. Clicked the safety back on and nudged it away. He could feel Cesar's eyes on him the whole time, noticed the way he inched away slightly and still hadn't come back yet.

"Fuck." Mark looked up, expression pulled tight and the shakiness of earlier suddenly gone in favor of an all-consuming exhaustion. Cesar still looked like he was eighteen. He still looked exactly as he had the day at the church. Mark dragged a hand down the side of his face. "Fucking Hell, Cesar."

The alternate's expression brightened, a glimmer of hope-but-not-daring-to-hope in his eyes. Mark stopped him with a slightly stiff wave and brought his hands in front of him to pick at his cuticles. The sidewalk was cold and slightly damp from the rain, and Mark pushed himself to his feet, brushing himself off and watching as Cesar did the same.

"I can't-" He sucked in a breath. The air reeked of petrichor. "I don't... know. How or why you're here." He motioned to the alternate and something zipped up his spine. The man shivered and adjusted his jacket, doing his best to ignore the dry, hollow coldness that momentarily jabbed his thoughts. "And I can't just- forgive what happened."

Three years since then. That's a fucking lifetime. It feels like yesterday.

Cesar thought for a beat, and Mark did his best not to do a double-take on how much it really did look like him.

¬ I was alone. That whole time. I missed you. ¬

And in words: "I understand."

Mark bit his lower lip, but not enough that he could taste blood. "We'll work on it, okay?" He clenched and unclenched his fists a few times. "We should go home. I'm exhausted." The man paused for any sign of a change, a sudden dark smile or something or anything one would usually expect from an alternate. He wasn't sure how to feel about the pang of hope in his chest when there was none, just an almost vaguely relieved look from the other.

Mark let out a yelp, suddenly finding himself wrapped in a pair of arms that ended in hands that held onto the fabric of his jacket like a lifeline. It was a hug.

Oh, it was a hug.

Mark held on in return, almost instinctively. Cesar felt oddly small now, but still familiar enough to imagine just for a second that things were normal. He wasn't sure if either of them would be able to let go.

#this is a first draft like everything else and listen I was half-possessed writing this probably #also I totallywasn't projecting how shaky I am rn onto mark that's ridiculous lol why would you suggest such a thing #this has been floating in my brain since the end of chapter six so uh. here's me finally getting the courage to just write it already #also thank you to everyone who contributed to the poll lol #I refuse to apologize for any damage this caused. I hope the ending made up for it at least somewhat. I guess it's hurt/comfort tonight #mark refuses to go through all of that again I think. and can we blame him #hail true body au #mark heathcliff #cesar torres #the mandela catalogue au #the mandela catalogue fic #the mandela catalogue #mythic's drabbles #tmc au #tw suicide mention #tw guns #tw self harm #¬ Two have become one. ¬#¬ You won't leave me again. Right? ¬#:)

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compacflt · 10 months

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If you don't mind me asking, do you read fanfiction? Either for Top Gun or other fandoms you're in?

Yes! Not for Top Gun though. if you follow me at all you know how truly tapped out of the fandom i am. my typical fandom experience is as follows: for 99% of fandoms i am a consoomer and never a poaster. for 1% of fandoms (TG included) i am a poaster and not a consoomer. I don’t consume any TG fanworks besides my own. Which is why, if you’re asking yourself, why does compacflt act like theirs is the only right interpretation, it’s because mine is the only interpretation im ever exposed to lol. i do really feel bad about not being more connected to the fandom—but i think it’s just a writing thing, i don’t want to be unduly influenced by others’ work. maybe once i stop writing i can enjoy what other people have done. but also i know the second i stop writing my very specific interpretation im not gonna be interested in top gun anymore because it’s those issues i find interesting, so…

i havent been reading much FF lately cause i don’t really have any active fandoms now that succession is over. need to find me some new IP. but when I do read ff i have exorbitantly high standards so i read very little anyway lol

#compacflt is going through her annoying arc #why am i interested in top gun? cause im interested in my own writing lol #it’s very selfish. i apologize for that.#i am just poasting & not really engaging. sorry.#i do feel very isolated in this fandom sometimes but that’s entirely my own doing so don’t ever let me get away with complaining about it #no idea if i am contributing to the broader conversation in any way (because i refuse to look)#so just want to thank everyone who interacts with me ❤️ im just some guy with some thoughts #the village loon yelling on a street corner about ‘top gun conservatism’ ‘us navy homoerotic homophobia’ etc #none of those words are in the bible #so thanks for reading anyway.#always such a privilege to hear from you guys.#not top gun

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linabirb · 6 months

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me running around and saying hi to all profs and lina's classmates even though i know that our host is literally the most anxious and quiet creature ever: i am doing such a good job. i am literally just like her. nobody's gonna suspect anything

#the thing is that usually it's lina cherry or honey who comes out to talk to others #but cherry is still asleep and honey is not doing good right now and lina refuses to come out #so yeah i have to carry this system on my back today #except i am.. not good at doing social stuff at all #anyway cherry please pick us up thank you #apologies for rambling #[ ❄️ winter speaks]#i forgot what my tags were for a second

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nicname · 1 year

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[BENDY AND THE DARK REVIVAL SPOILERS, if you don’t want spoilers turn back now !!]

DID ANYONE ELSE Pick up on how, at the end when Joey was talking all lovingly to Audrey, he was just actively Ignoring the Ink Demon, his First Creation that he cares negative about and considers “a monster” and “a mistake,” all while praising Audrey for being everything the Ink Demon wasn’t?? The creation that he actively neglected and looked down upon from .. creation??? For lack of better phrasing. THIS IS NOT A SLIGHT AT THE WRITING By the way, I think it helps exemplify the kind of person Joey Drew is (AND It gets Especially interesting if you choose to interpret the Ink Demon as a metaphor for all the people Joey Drew hurt along the way pursuing his folly, and how he feels they don’t need or deserve an apology from him, or even deserve the time of day. Chefs kiss)