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i loved you so much it was making me sick
#red vs blue#rvb#rvb fanart#rvb tex#agent texas#rvb church#leonard church#freshly minted#me fighting for my life trying to figure out what tags people use. ok.#anyway the relevance of going to scotland to this moment or this art is questionable at best but u just need to trust in my beautiful mind#what i was mostly thinking about is what tex would look like. and then what epsilon tex specifically would look like. and coming to the#conclusion that i dont think i will ever come up with a face for her. always just a hint of something blurred through the glass.#i love you deadalive nothing girl who isn't.
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OC in 15 or Fewer Tag
Tagged by @jezifster and I am...doing both Tobias and Sirena because they are a unit ok lmao. Did 8 for Tobias because he's not very chatty and 12 for Sirena because I'm lazy lol
TW: incest, cannibalism, murder
Tobias
"LET MY SISTER GO!"
2. "We have to do what he says, Rena. We don't have a choice. And even if we did, even if you were free to choose if that man lived or died and you still chose to kill him, I would still love you. Okay? I would still love you."
3. "I made a secret pocket in my boot. In case they search my actual pockets."
4. "I don't really want to go back. Even when we're free."
5. "If we don't get out of here, shower and change our clothes, I will lose my mind."
6. "I wonder sometimes, now that we're gone…do you think they miss us at all? Do you think they even noticed?"
7. "Sirena De Ville, love of my life, my very heart, the one with whom I will die, my blood and soul, more important to me than the very air we breathe and more vital than the Void in which we live, you have to sleep."
8. "You're trying to kill my wife and I. I think I'm entitled to be a little bit pissed."
Sirena
"I'll bite your fucking fingers off if you try it!"
2. "I'm going to eat this whole block of cheese, okay? Suck my dick."
3. "I didn't think it would be so easy. It shouldn't be that easy to kill someone."
4. "Relax, will you? We're armed, you've seen me fight, nothin' is going to go wrong. And, if it does, I'll just fuck someone up. So you can chill out for a minute. I'll keep you safe."
5. "Yeah, but no one knows who we were. All they see is some pirates. Which maybe should also be unwelcome. Possibly we're just really bad at knowing when people don't want us around."
6. "That's not an excuse, I should've been better. I'll- I'll try to be better if something happens again. I won't let-"
7. "Because…fuck, I don't know. I don't like killing people who aren't fighting back. Feels wrong. Don't fucking tell anyone about this. Now give me your arm, I'm going to have to cut it."
8. "I've always wanted to get married in the middle of some nonsense."
9. "I'm going to rip out your throat and eat you alive. Literally."
10. "I'm giving you a chance because I'm feeling a little playful, a little merciful, I think you don't deserve that mercy but whatever. I don't control where my whims take me."
11. "I figured that would sound better than just saying my moral code is just what feels correct in the moment."
12. "Alright. Something weird is going on here, and I don't feel like leaving it alone."
Tagging @koganelovesmcclain and leaving an open tag for whoever wants to do this ^.^
#space pirates#tag game#writeblr tag games#cw incest#strange violence#tobias and sirena#I love these blorbos from my brain lol#most of these are from the first draft and probably won't make it to the final thing#but still
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omg i would absolutley love to hear more about walenty if u still feel like talking!! i hold dst so close in my heart so seeing other people make ocs for it makez me so happy!!! how did he get to the constant? n like what was his life like before then? or has he alwayz lived there :0!! -plushpyro
this got super out of hand so i'm putting it under readmore. um teehee ^__^
UM!!! don't know where to start i could talk for HOURS probably but ok. maybe i'll start with the backstory. my idea for it is that basically he got into the constant via an antique voxola radio he found on a garage sale somewhere. it had a tag with an adress on it and being a teen he was like hey. hey let me go there that'd be funny. i think she originally planned to go with someone but ended up going alone, the other person got sick whatever. enter the nightmare hands and she's never seen again. (<i'm not superrr happy with that backstory but i can't think of anything better so. blehhh XP) before that kit was just a highschooler, her family was alright, life was okay etc etc. nothing special but also nothing bad. although kit was probably more like. shy and more of a loner. forgot to mention but he's also more "modern", i don't know if it would actually work in-game lore-wise but it probably got send to the constant like, 2018 the latest (which i should probably utilize more in my art tbh). he's also polish. i probably haven't mentioned that anywhere either. onto other things after getting to the constant it probably wanders around alone for a bit before finding the other survivors. top 10 happiest moments of its life etc etc. kind of interrupting the current flow but it also has the ability to turn into a werething, which is unique because it is by that affiliated with both the moon and the shadows but also both sides kind of hate her anyways lol. being werething doesn't give it any super like. powers it can just turn into a wolf-bear creature during full moons and where it is in grave danger. that's also why it has those funny features like animal ears, a tail and horns (speaking of! i always thought of the horns as something like a non-newtonian fluid in a sense that if you don't use force when interacting with them your hand would go through or they would bend out of shape before returning to how they were before, but if it were to ram into someone it would probably hurt, not like walenty would do that). its eyesight is still dogshit without glasses BUT it can probably hear and smell a bit better. ok now maybe onto relationships. i haven't thought about ALL the survivors in detail but i imagine she gets along pretty well with everyone. she used to be pissed off at maxwell for a bit but she got better now maxwell is like his lame ass uncle or whatever. it also has a father-son like relationship with wilson and they probably talk about science together, they're into different fields i imagine (walenty is more of an astronomy guy but he'll try to remember what he learnt in physics for higgsbury if he asks). either way they're silly together they make me very happy :]. she also feels like an older sibling figure to the other kids since she's like 16 and #responsible. also friends with woodie they go ice fishing together and they're both were(insert animal here). AND WITH WOLFGANG. he's also friends with him i think they're slavic besties :3. ok now that we have friendships out of the way he and WX fight all the fucking time. they hate eachother sooo much <not really they just get on eachother's nerves and who's there to stop them from throwing rocks at eachother. walenty probably pushed wx into a lake once and then felt genuinely bad until they threw her in the lake back and oh buddy it's on. <they both refuse to be the bigger person basically. the only instance in which they'll work together is if webber asks them. i would say more but i hit the character limit </3
#ask#RAAAAAAHHH#this is so chaotic. i can't write character summaries for shit#i could talk about triumphant walenty but tumblr hates me and my beautiful boy. literally 1984#ALSO ALSO. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE QUESTION MUMBLES.....IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME I LOVE WALENTY WAAAAAAAAAA
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GOOD MORNING BEDLAM'S LULU LYRIC STARTERS
EDIT AS YOU SEE FIT
I Am Sad
“Dance it off and let them see only ever part of me”
“You're far too quick to let me in”
“I feel your fear it hurts my chest”
“I too am fighting loneliness”
“I'm sad to say that I am sad”
“I'm sad to say it, but I've done the best that I can. Just had to say,My best is sad”
“I've done it in forty four states”
“Steal your words and bite my tongue cus every story's now been sung”
Blue House
“When I woke the sun was new”
“Even ink that marked our height will be repainted out of sight”
“It all must go under the knife every dent from making life”
“The fall of Rome was bound to be. Not to endure eternally”
“Now it's time to leave what we know, chase the new and let love grow”
“It's more than bricks that make a home”
“She'll learn to love and all it's ache and how to mend after it breaks”
Hold Me
“Well I've been sitting around since a quarter to three”
“Ain't found a god for whom I'd fall to my knees, But I haven't had a half bad time”
“I won't win an award for what's inside of my brain, Just found out New Jersey was a U.S. state”
“I've got you on my arm as we walk in the rain, So I guess you'd say I'm in my prime”
“Baby tell me once more that you're mine”
“May be losing all my sanity to the hunger of humanity if you're losing it right next to me I swear I'll be just fine”
“My mouth will run itself right into first place so I guess that I'm doing ok”
“You love me still can't seem to change that a bit, wouldn't have it any other way”
“Once broke my nose just from falling down”
“My talking voice is as loud as my shout”
“I'm trying to keep it together as I'm falling apart”
“I find you to be a work of art, Need no one else to share my days”
“I am standing here just watching all the people going round. Seems no one else is doing better at figuring this out”
“We're all stumbling around and picking ourselves up but I went tripping into madness and falling into love”
Haint Blue
“I sing your praises to the waning moon”
“I'm haunted and so are you although we smothered all our ceilings in that bright haint blue”
“It's only in my dreams where he lets be, you see I'm waking up to find that the ghost is me”
“Time won't let us be”
“We're on borrowed time since you set me free”
“I'm haunted and so are you”
I’m haunted, can’t you see him too?”
The Haunting
“We keep repeating the same words in heightened speech, with cutting verbs”
“If i don’t hear, your words won’t hurt”
“Never put up any fight except when it’s in my own mind”
“Like a smothered storm my thoughts they go unknown: Patch the boat, mind the water, make it home”
“I’m so scared i’m the one that is to blame”
“But lies will rot the heart and thoughts and never shield me like I think”
“Someday we’ll learn to shut our mouths”
“Over and over and over it goes with the wine playing tricks and the room spinning slow”
“And I’m trying to focus and show you I notice your eyes perfectly match the dress that you’ve chosen”
“And if you’re saying that you love me--say it slow. And I’ll need you to show me”
Enough
“And I hear it And I see it And I breathe it. It echos, echos, Round it resounds without end”
“Sometimes I don't know if I am loved”
“Sometimes I don't know if I'm enough”
“Not even God could love someone like you”
“I've been trying to retrace my tracks, Hoping to find my way back; When the only running was tag, when you know being it won't last”
Blessed Boy
“I have no one to care for, no one to need and only when running am I ever free”
“I'll fly to the moon and I'll never return, There I can rest as I watch the world turn”
“Blessed boy I've heard your voice and I know they've done you wrong”
“In between your fitful dreams will you learn you do belong”
“It takes more than moonlight to cause you to bloom, come to the garden there's plenty of room”
You are Gonna Miss Me
“Always had this feeling that your hearts not really mine and that some perfect lover was always on your mind”
“You are gonna miss me you will miss my face someday”
“Oh my darling boy i was looking up to you- Well not physically except when you put lifts inside your shoes”
“Boy you did me wrong how could you let me fall- couldn't catch me with hands that were that small”
“You want to make all my decisions but i don't want the same”
“Honey this is my show here i always drink for free”
Salt
“But tide will rise and reclaim her command”
“Mother I'm scared your waters are much too high for me”
“Your changeable ways throw me for days as if lost on the sea”
“The water's calm but still I cannot rest while storms are ever raging in my chest”
“From her I was made with love and care but by her hand I'm scattered everywhere”
“Leaning back the water holds my weight now it will be my turn to create”
Lulu
“I see no way will I hold her like the cinema told me to try”
“When I look at you I see no chance of pushing through and I must be the one to say goodnight”
“Some wishes made are wises left behind”
“She kissed me so sweetly and she promised me nothing but sweetness to last”
#roleplay prompts#roleplay starters#roleplay starter#roleplay meme#rp starters#rp memes#rp prompt#rp starter#sentence starter meme#sentence starters#sentence meme#lyric starters#good morning bedlam#album starters
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I was tagged by @berlinini 😘 to write my favorite lyrics from Faith in the future, so here is it (I’m sorry in advance)
🤩 THE GREATEST
it’s you and me until the end
Life for us is never over
(“This is me and you, I need you and you need me, this is like codependency”, life for us is never over) The legacy he is building with us it’s gonna be here for years and years, his music and how we were part of it it’s gonna live forever.
😏 WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE
Hey babe! (?????? Best lyrics ever to start a song ???????)
A hurricane behind the door
So I’ve come ready for a war
…
When is good is really something
Can we please get back to us now?
It’s not always good but he is ready to fight and he knows it’s gonna come back to good times (like in Habit I hate myself) is fighting and loving and fighting… going in circles. But this time is more fun!
🫶🏻BIGGER THAN ME
When somebody told me I would change
I used to hide behind a smile
Faking smiles since Miss You
So come on call me liar
Yeah you’re so quick to judge
We are coming back to you bitch 😒
🍀LUCKY AGAING
‘Cause I’m a hard man to lose
But I figured it out, then made my way back
To a life I would choose
???? Hello he did it all himself FOR himself knowing himself he is just choosing a life he is proud of, this song is so much about the“I” concept.
🎶FACE THE MUSIC
I just wanna stay in the moment
The rest of my life
…
Close your eyes and count to ten
If you standing on the edge of falling
Open up and looking down
Everything that matters is forgotten
The feeling of forgiven yourself for enjoying life, the feeling of feeling whatever you are feeling and telling yourself it’s ok everything is forgotten just live the moment. Man 😪
😭CHICAGO
I mean, she is my favorite like ??? It hits so close to home
They say bitter ends turns sweet in time
Is that true of yours and mine?
Is like that thank you on walls turning bittersweet, and now a bitter end turning in sweet, baby ???
You always made me feel much better
And I’ll always be grateful for that
????? So close to home like I said, there’s few people that can make me feel better or comfortable and once I lose them, trying to reconnect with them is so fucking hard! This song is for me idc
🫂ALL THIS TIME
all the song tbh, these lyrics are so beautiful
I’m tryna find the words to say for ages
Just have patience
It’s not how you spend the time
It’s if you wasted
FUCK ME!!!! How he explains in one song how is always worth the PAIN of living for the ones you find and love in the way he is always looking for words and it seems like he never finds them but he does!! It’s just 🤯
🤘🏻OUT OF MY SYSTEM
I am only half of what I think I can be
What a statement, that’s all!
☠️HEADLINE
So fast to judge in error
You thought you knew me better
So quick to kill forever
Yeah bitch we came back for you!!!!, how dare someone to judge him and call him liar that’s the reason you are not longer his, now fuck you! 🙂
The perfect circle of poetry he builds with the beginning and the end of this song is just so sad.
🥹SATURDAYS
My heart might be broken
But I won’t be broken down
It’s the most Louis core ever 🫶🏻
🫠SILVER TONGUES
You and me until the end
Waking up to start again
Yeah the same feeling as in The greatest it’s you and me, we are stronger and happier together
🤔SHE IS BEAUTY WE ARE WORLD CLASS
I don’t understand her but I love her so much
Are we one, or are we two?
Are we me, or are we you?
Has it been all this before?
Do you see what I see?
Man, I don’t know what he is talking about but I can see my alter ego with this song
🏡COMMON PEOPLE
When I get lost, I go
Back to where I stared
Such a beautiful message and so Louis!!
✨ANGELS FLY
She is my emotional support everyone shut up
There’s a time for saying who did what
Where it went wrong, I wanna know all that
But right now all I need you to know is
You’ll be okay, we can talk tomorrow
He is just the best person to be friends with, this is what everyone need when feeling overwhelmed and guilty, someone who cares just to be there for you without saying a thing, waiting for you to be better to talk about it. I love this song so much!
❤️🩹HOLDING ON TO HEARTACHE
The questions that I’d ask you
Where did all go wrong?
…
You know the party’s over
When you standing in an empty space alone
And time can always heal you
If you let it make its way into your bones
Hello???? Time takes time to heal it you can't do it by yourself??? The way he wants to know what the fuck went wrong, but then he just wants to be fine and support people I’m honestly so proud of him for keeping this message through all his songs.
💆🏻♂️THATS THE WAY LOVE GOES
When it cuts you, when you bleed
That’s when you’re feeling it the most
More relatable lyrics about breakup have never been written.
Im tagging @joliepetitelou @paigeschapterbook @louistthegreatest 😘😘😘 if you already did it tag me so I can read it 🥹
#i love this album and I love how it all comes together as you listen to it#lyrically and musically so beautiful#Fitf#tag game#I’m still processing all of it#😔
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WIP Wednesday Tag
Thank you @rubywrite for the tag ! ♥ (even though it took me 3 days to answer XD) It forced me to write on my main WIP, so thank you so much !
RULES:
In a reblog (or new post/w rules attached) post up to five filenames of your WIPs, not titles, file names
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be something you wrote in the last 7 days (we're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post!)
After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from, write 3 sentences on it anyway and then 3 more on another to share!
That's it! You can invite others to join in or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request.
I usually name my WIP documents with the (temporary) title, so I'm afraid it won't be very interesting but anyway, here are 5 of my recent-ish WIPs:
🦇 La Fledgling (version complète) → doc where I compile all the things I've written for this WIP, because otherwise they are separated in "chapter 1" to "chapter 11" documents, but I like to have a complete doc to know how many words I have
🧜♀️ Mermaid AU → not very original since this is, you guessed it, an AU where the two main characters of the Fledgling are mermaids (well, one is currently drowning but I only have 600 words, I'll get to the mermaid part one day). It's a baby WIP, something I write for fun when I don't feel like writing for the main WIP. I might try my hand at a soulmate AU next, but I need to decide what kind and that's gonna need a lot of thinking (15 minutes to three business weeks, basically).
🌠The Wishing Star → it was my Camp NaNo project, about a woman who wants to become a pilot in a war-torn galaxy but first has to serve in a postal ship. Unfortunately, the ship is attacked but the resistance, she discovers she's adopted and has to fight to liberate her birth planet. Poor girl. It's currently on hold, because I was tired of it by the end of April XD
🐍The Witch's Time (tome 3) → the love of my life and bane of my existence. I'm stuck in the middle of this book, I need to cut half of it and put it in the 4th book and figure out... so many things. I printed the first two and they are soooo pretty. Unfortunately, this third book is kicking my ass. I'll be back Llewella, I swear, but I need time. It's not you, it me (I say, like a liar). It's technically an AU of another project of mine, but it grew a mind of its own and now I'm attached.
👽 Le truc avec les aliens (tome 2) → technically, its name is "Empire Déchu, tome 2 - La malédiction de Suli" but that's way too long so I just call it 'the thing with the aliens' because, really, that's what this is. A novel. With aliens. And a poor girl kidnapped and hailed as the saviour of a dying sect who want to resurrect a dead guy.
Now that I'm face to face with a few of my WIPs, I realized a lot of them have English titles, for some reason. I mean... I know why "La Fledgling" is called that (hint: it's because i couldn't find a good equivalent in French. Come on, jeune ? Débutante ? That's... not good. I'm not writing about a noble woman making her debut in society, be serious). But the others are just... choices. It sounded good and now it's stuck. Ok, maybe not 'the wishing star' because I don't like this title, but for WsT it's too late. I'm three books in, I can't go back.
Excerpt behind the cut, because this post is getting a little too long.
Excerpt:
"What do you want?" I asked her without giving her a chance to say anything.
As much as I hoped she would call me with something positive to say, I had known Anaëlle Charles since kindergarten. If she called me, it was always a bad sign.
"Jo, dear, I could use your help."
"Yes, I know. That's why I asked you what you wanted, moron."
I got up from my warm and cozy bed, still talking, put my phone on speaker the floor, and began to fumble for my clothes in the dark. Where the fuck was my left sock ? I was pretty sure my shirt was inside-out, but I doubted anyone would notice where I was going. Wherever that was.
Please dont let in be the swamps again, I prayed while putting my boots on.
"I'm... in trouble."
I was about to tell her that, yeah, obviously she was in trouble, she wouldn’t be calling at four in the morning if she wasn't, but something in her voice stopped me. It didn’t sound like the «I’m lost in the swamps again» kind of troubles, not even the «I think my magic is trying to eat me (again)» kind of trouble, both of which I could solve with my eyes close (mostly). It sounded… Like the bad kind of trouble. The one I wasn’t awake enough for.
Before I could ask her what the fuck was going on and why she sounded so… off, she went on, her voice almost as low as a sigh. Her breath sizzled in the receiver and I could hear her fingernails clicking against something metallic.
Ana was good at pretending, but she always ended up betraying herself.
"I'm at 23 Boulevard de l'Aube. Come get me. Hurry."
She pulled the phone away from her, shouted something I didn't understand, and hung up.
Tagging : @ladyniniane, @flowerprose and @amewinterswriting if you want to play (even tho it's not wednesday...)
#wip: la fledgling#écriture#tag games#this is longer than it should be but osef#translating excerpts is fun but time consuming because i have to adapt the way they talk#fuck is not the exactly same as putain and yet#in french ana says she's “dans la panade” but in english i wrote “in trouble” even tho it's not the same implications#“panade” sounds more level-hearted than “trouble”
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Just went through the tag because I'm bored and wanted to make more of those. I didn't like him at first, but he grew on me. Top 10 or so idk. Don't think I kin him that much, but he was on of the only once I know, so ye.
Again not sure about the bar.
More than I thought. I'm not sure about the parental figure issues, I mean it's just awkward between my parents and I, at least for me it feels awkward and we aren't as close as we used to be. So I'm not sure.
The kill to protect. Only if the person deserves it, the one that would potentially get killed. So it depends. But well fight, even tho I'm probably not strong, I'd definitely try. I also just want to know how it feels to punch someone 😅
The rant/info dump. Was kinda in the Will Byers kinnie bingo lol 😂 but well mostly just online, never irl.
I thought with the Gaslit your whole life, was meant that you Gaslit yourself. So that one shouldn't be crossed out (next to the freespace). Also I'm a half gaslighting myself but mostly just like "I didn't way that/that didn't happend/it's their fault" and stuff like that, because I hate feeling guilty for a stupid reason. And I just blame it on someone else (with no grudge or so, just so I can get the blame of myself and well I actually don't believe they did it. I just say it... Idk if that's self gaslight or just something people do..)
(the other once are DDLC, you can skip if you want. Also the templates are at the end)
So, I already thought I'd be similar to Sayori. I'd say I don't have low self-esteem, I wasn't sure tho.
Idk why I even thought I'd be impulsive. I literally overthink about everything.
Yuri, also wasn't that much of a surprise.
Don't know if I'm intese, also in what was intelligent? Because I'd say I was average to good in school. I got an 1 (A) in Math and English final exam (mind you I'm German and the English class is not the same we yours. It's like Spanish class ig) a 2 (B) In physics final exam. But I got a 5 (E?) in German (that's like the English class ig. Or literature kinda but also with other stuff) [we only had 4 big final exams the other were side subjects and think I was average in them, As in 3 others, two Ds and the rest I think are Cs
Not a bookworm, but a fanfiction-worm. I do leave my comfort zone but it takes a bit.
I mean green was my first favorite color, then red joined and now I like every color.
Not sure if I'm good. Because the next one kinda goes against that.
I think the somewhat selfish is actually also true. But also not really. But well it does say 'somewhat' selfish.
I actually thing it depends on the emotion. But I also think I do struggle to hide is, so it kinda makes no sense wjth the "good at hiding emotions"
I've never gotten real angry before, but after that person messaging me and saying Robin (from Stranger things) could be bisexual. I did feel like crying because they made me so mad)
Also I do think I'm quick to tears.
I also think I'd insult back, but not good.
Well I don't think it's a secret that I'm a softie
Also does 5'0 count?
✨✨
Ok that's it.
Here are the templates. Credit to the one who made them. I forgot.
Lots of love ✨❤️✨
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 30
The Blind Banker
"The Blind Banker"
What makes me sad about the Sherlock episodes is I don't think I'm ever going to be able to formulate any fun little games like I have for Supernatural (and may yet develop for Doctor Who). They just come up too infrequently.
I forgot how weird the cinematography in Sherlock can get. There was just this really small segment where...it felt like when a video games frame rate drops. Lasted like 10 seconds and then........like, why did you do that?
Moffat, I think, should be allowed to come up with concepts, but not be allowed to write...and especially not write female characters. This is the coldest take I may have ever had. It's just this poor museum worker...
Man, I've either skipped this episode a bunch of times or just paid far less attention during it because, while I can recall a FEW scenes and something of a general outline for the mystery, there's an HOUR AND A HALF OF STORY. And I know I can't fill in that much from memory.
Yeah, there's a life or death fight with a guy with a sword at 221B, but OMG JOHN IS ME. I prefer using the self-checkout when shopping, but because I know how. to. do. things. right., it's so frustrating when the machine doesn't cooperate. I very recently got to the end of all my scanning, everything was bagged, I was just down to PAYING and the computer decided to call for assistance. Not me, the computer, for no discernible reason. Anyway, John, I feel your pain
"I had a row with the chip and PIN machine" "You had a row?" "Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse." Well, now he's just me with every machine I have at work.
(Guys, we're less than 10 minutes in. I'm...extremely sorry for how long the Sherlock ones get. In my defense, this was my main obsession of the three back in the day.)
I'm sure somewhere on this website there's a gifset of Sherlock going around this office, dipping between the cubicles alongside gifs of David Tenant doing the same in Partners In Crime. I probably reblogged it back in the day (but that might have been before I really started tagging things)
Sure, some of the deductions are bullshit, but figuring out who the message was for was pretty impressive. Also, I will also never be mad at him putting the cops to shame.
Ok. I'm starting to remember, this is a smuggling ring...backed by Moriarty question mark??? I know he gets a mention at the end (sorry, we're now four weeks out from seeing him and i'm going to be ANNOYING)
--At this moment, 8:10pm, I've paused for the gazillionth time, but this time to go through the tag for the episode...and it's a shock to know that this is either THE episode with THE tight purple shirt that is the entire reason I use purple for the Sherlock titles or it's just the FIRST one with it. Omg. I've been scrolling and scrolling the tag for ages trying to find anything with that shirt in its actual color. You couldn't escape it ten years ago. Now? Nothing.
THIS shirt. God. I have to do EVERYTHING around here--
You can kind of tell that John's never done anything wrong ever in his entire life (save for the murder last episode, but even that was to defend someone who was about to be murdered-ish) by the way he didn't run the second Sherlock and the graffiti artist started running
One thing about John (and possibly just Martin Freeman) is that he really know how to yell at someone while barely raising his voice. I mean, suuuuure, is Sherlock getting attacked and nearly dying? Yeah, but John's annoyed with him.
Also, I didn't say this before, but I meant to...Sherlock's a lot better at lying to people to convince them to do things than Dean...or Sam, honestly.
Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!! The number pairs are like...page number, word number of some book from that library book!! I'm piecing it together now!
Omg this Scotland Yard detective is insufferable. At least Lestrade knows he's outmatched and needs Sherlock's help. This guy won't believe there's a serial murderer even with three victims until Sherlock can prove it. Like won't even investigate it? At all??
I love Molly but I loathe how easily she gets played by Sherlock. How easily she's manipulated by him. The slightest compliment. Not even a compliment, honestly. First he just notices her hair is styled different, then says it suits her better like that. Dude. Stop falling for this, girl.
Look, I like Sarah and John, they're cute, but also my aro-spec ace ass could never accidentally (or not) say "good" when someone says they don't have a significant other after. ESPECIALLY if I've accused them of slacking on the job due to said non-existent partner. Good LORD.
How are you so bad at hiding that you almost get caught that easily??...No, you DID get caught that easily. John was right. You don't think anyone can compare to your massive ego, Sherlock.
You know what? The Black Lotus had every right to do what they did. The banker and the librarian were just two more in a long line of the English going to distant countries and taking shit that ain't theirs. They had every right to kill them over an artifact worth MILLIONS that the banker's secretary will now have to hide for the rest of her life.
Mrs. Hudson takes such good care of her boys.
Sorry, but if I got kidnapped and almost killed after a date where my date's roommate crashed to drag said date into solving a mystery with him, there wouldn't be a second date. There would only be my permanent 'fun fact about me.'
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Rainy Days and Runny Noses
Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem reader
Tags: sickfic, angst, unhappy ending, one-sided love, mentions of death, mentions of injury, neighbor!reader, sick!Matt, implied Asian reader (ok a lil self insert 🤒), no y/n
Word count: 782
A/n: yea woo first Tumblr fic!!! Basically just sad times bc Matt is a sad guy
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He wasn’t just hurt this time, he was sick.
The one thing worse than having a beaten body was having a beaten body and being beaten up on the inside, too.
“I’m fine, really. You don’t have to go through all this work.” Matt sniffled.
All I could do was sigh and shake my head, continuing to whisk the rice to make the porridge come together quicker.
“It’s ready.” I spoke after tasting the seasoning.
I brought the bowl over to his crumpled body that lay on the couch.
“If you stay here, you’ll get sick too.” Matt complained.
“Yeah, but if I don’t, then you’ll go out and fight again.
“I’m just trying to help this city.”
“At your own expense?” I asked him. “If you die, no one will be here to save this city.”
He sighed, coughing.
“Eat.” I handed him the bowl.
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We’d been friends for a while now, Matt and I. We met through Foggy. I was friends with Foggy because we both had the same class, and then Junior year we all had the same classes. I liked him, of course. And Foggy tried to get us together multiple times, which I expected. It didn’t seem to work out, especially after he had that experience with Elektra. I didn’t hate her, but she did change Matt for the worse. Who knows, maybe he was always that way.
Now, Matt lives in the same apartment complex as me. We don’t work together, as law school didn’t end up working out for me, but I see him almost daily. I found out his secret a little after he told Foggy, apparently. After some arguing, he finally agreed to let me take care of him when he was hurt.
“How is it?” I asked softly.
“It’s good.” He responded plainly. “Is there chicken in here?”
“Yep. It’s good for sick people, you know.”
“Thanks.” He smiled at me.
I knew he appreciated the things I did, whether he liked to admit it or not. He needed someone, and I was there for him. I wanted to be there for him in all the ways he needed, but I knew he wouldn’t want me like how I wanted him.
The thought had me staring out the window with a somber look on my face.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, slurping the rest of the porridge down.
There was no use lying to him, I found out.
“I’m overthinking.” I looked out the window at the rain again
“About what?” He sniffed.
“It’s not important.” I replied, walking away to get a box of tissues for him.
He could never know how much I care about him.
I walked back, put the box on the table and sighed.
“I’m gonna go. If you need anything, just call. I’ll be there.”
“Because no matter what, I’ll still love you,” is what I wanted to say.
I grabbed my zip-up off the couch he sat on and turned to leave.
“Wait,” He called out as I was about to turn the doorknob. “Please. I want to know. I want to help you.”
“You can’t do that, Matt. You just don’t understand.”
There was a suffocating silence for a couple seconds as I walked back into the room.
“Then help me understand. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I can’t.” I could only reply. “I know it’ll never work out. You’re you, and I can’t be part of your world.”
“You don’t know that.” He replied.
“Yeah,” I nodded, tears pooling in my eyes. “I do.”
He looked at me with despair in his sightless eyes.
I couldn’t bear to look into his eyes any longer. Even if he wanted me, even if we tried to make things work, I knew it would never work like I wanted it to.
I didn’t want a big white wedding or 3 kids and a white-picket fence life. I just wanted some stability. I wanted love, real love that lasted. The possibility of Matt dying any night he went out took that away, and it didn’t take long for me to figure out that it couldn’t happen.
The walk to my apartment was a mindless process. As I locked the door behind me, all I could do was let the tears fall. Maybe I’d go to Josie’s, take my chances at finding someone there, or let my mother assign me a man to marry. Maybe it just wasn’t an option for me, finding love.
I walked to my bedroom and crawled into bed to try to sleep it away. At around 3:00 a.m. I got a text from Matt’s number.
I guess he went out anyway.
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Hi everyone !! I hope you enjoyed my first one-shot on here. I'm writing a more full-length fanfic on Wattpad currently, but I wanted to try something new out on here! Pls comment and interact if you like it and if you have any suggestions on improving the layout of posts like these. I'm new to Tumblr, so any kind criticism is appreciated !!
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This is a vent related to my break up again. If you think this could trigger you and you haven't blacklisted the tag yet, please scroll by. This includes things that could be seen as emotional manipulation and harassment.
They drunk-texted me yesterday. Twice. It feel like they can feel whenever I'm doing good and decide that those moments are the perfect time to ruin my day.
They requested that I take them back. I refused and they kept insisting. Saying I could make an exception this time, that we could figure things out together and they still loved me. I blocked their number. They found another way of contacting me later, saying they were feeling better and requesting for us to call to figure things out because they still wanted me in their life.
Didn't even have the guts to tell me they wanted to break up to my face, but expecting me to have enough empathy to call them again?
I said no, wished them well and blocked them again. It sucks, I didn't want our last interaction to be a negative one, but they kept pushing. It felt so out of character too. They never drank when we were together. They never talked to me like this. It makes me sad to think about it. That they couldn't even owe up to their decision and instead reverted to the person they were before we met. They kept telling me that they "fucked up" and wronged someone else while trying to deal with their feelings, but it felt like they were just using this for me to feel enough pity for them to take them back, or at least to keep me around longer.
The thing is, I would've been open to a friendship in the future, once we both healed. But not anymore, not when they treated me like this. And I hate how it makes me feel like a bad person. I hate how much I want to reassure them and tell them everything's gonna be ok and that they'll figure things out, and that I still love them despite all of this, that I still catch myself calling them pet names in my head. I'm proud of myself for resisting the urge to be nice and comforting and give myself up for them again, but at the same time it feels horrible to think about how they probably feel. The daily fight that comes with being a people pleaser.
I know I just need to sleep through it at this point. I'll feel good again tomorrow.
I hope they're doing well. I hope their friends are taking good care of them in this hard time.
I'm grateful for my friends, I don't know what I would've done if they weren't there to support me through this. I'm also grateful for you, oh Aphrodite, for the self-confidence I've been re-gaining. It's still a work in progress, but we'll get there.
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CumDumpAndy -- Who the f*ck are you?
Emily,
I cannot explain how and why this is my reality but the following should help and WILL HELP other kinky fringe non-conformist STRONG ASS FAGGOTS SURVIVE and their haters or “haters” to evolve.
I know who I am and I figured it out long ago, those who know me IRL are confused likely but not mortified the way some of my haters would desire. There are a few who I travel with who are close enough to know and understand because they also know themselves and their wants needs and realities.
This online persona has existed for more than 10 years. While I am perfectly fine with living in two worlds or mindsets as it is unfortunately the world and even our community has a way of summarizing for simple, and then that unfortunately is used to put everyone into a cookie cutter that fits their simple secondhand and often mistaken view. I know that is what a lot of the generations that follow me are fixing. Those who want to destroy instead of celebrate functional non-conforming people, those who believe we need to have fights over the name plates on public bathrooms, those who think they have a right to judge or inflict their own ideas on someone else… you might be the one that has the perceived problem going forward.
This screen name was inspired and reinforced by a few important souls who are no longer here that matter to me. Some hunted, some taken of their own but all of them special and loved by someone. And some that are still in struggle.
BBBttmPublic whose tag line was “not in public but for public use” was so cute and I am told very good at what he did… but it was a hurting breakdown I witnessed on the floor in my house in 2001 that I learned of his struggle. He was being oppressed and he was controversial and laws varied. He wasn’t in it for money, he was crazy smart and we would talk a lot about telecom evolution and had many projects we shared. There was no PREP and it was very clear that he was discounted as an issue by many and I am not saying he wasn’t. He infected a few… and later he was shot in the head.
Ken was 3 years younger than me and a sweet and amazing person. He was in pilot school but the shame of his fetish in the 2000s which is now widely accepted led to his suicide. If he only knew that it was ok to be gay.. to be kinky and to seek and try things without fear and judgement I would be proud to change his diaper today.
There are others, many stories and many struggling today that I am in regular communication with. Take the time to know someone..
CumDumpAndy could have done some twisted hot porn but until strong people like Stormy Daniels overcame amazing odds, Kathy Griffin was cancelled by a bully, Margret Cho talking about how “shitty“ a drive on the 101 is (been there sister, thank god leather seats) or Ru Paul replaced Ryan Seacrest as most beloved icon…Andy… well he would be just another cumwhore.
It is unacceptable to judge and inflict your conclusions
It is toxic to project conclusions into the world as law or rule we have seen in the world and I have felt and stood up for others over and over.
It is nonsense to force an agenda of your own against someone that you do not take the time to understand.
And it is illegal under international law to infringe on any soul’s life and we collectively are failing on this.
Thoughts from a "worthless cumdump"
For those of you who walk past a homeless person on the street today begging for spare change and do not even notice that person is still a person. Imagine BBBttmPublic bent over behind a dumpster smiling not giving a shit what you think. Maybe it is you that needs the change.
I am exhausted from the amount of pain I feel and witness in the world and it started long before COVID. I believe it will be over soon. And this is from someone who did not believe in anything for a long time.
But I think the bigger problem I witness most is the inability for others to stand-up for someone else when they encounter aa situation where it is needed and where it simply just would have happened in the past.
People have become more individual but as a result seem to be more alone and sometimes the alone has lead them to darker places. Stay there, figure it out, and come back before it is too late. YOU matter to someone. Find them and abandon the nonsense of this worlds agendas, branding and inflicted ideas.
As far as religion. They all seem to have some core overlap. If you can’t respect the core overlap of goodness in these ideas… then we certainly don’t need to hear any any more bad ones.
I am not telling you what to stop… YOU need to figure out what is blocking you and make space for something to Start. If you are good and do not need to Start something else then just Stop with everyone else and support their journey.
Haters gonna hate. Confuse them with a tagline that makes them think Instead of hating back. The energy will shift some will reflect and maybe do something. Or not.
www.startswithstop.com
The years that follow are invite only… who is on your invite list? If you aren’t going for the most followers on xyz. Who is it and why.. can’t think of anyone? “You better work” credit - Ru
—that’s all
Miranda
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A fabulous driven successful diva telling you to work!
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!!! I see one of your fave drarry tropes is accidental bonding, can u pls share ur recommendations!!🤠🤠♥️♥️ I struggle sm finding fics I want on a03, I now how to use the tagging theoretically but my keywords never pop up 😭
i’m sure i’ve missed a few but here are some of my faves!! a few are arranged/forced marriage or soul bonds but i also love those so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ive found the best way to search is filtering the specific “accidental bonding” tag!! also @sitp-recs has an arranged marriage/accidental bond rec list
Aftermath of an Accidental Bond by @the-starryknight [T, 1k]
When you took the Mungo's third shift, you knew there would be weird shit. You just didn't expect to find the most recognizable face in the Wizarding world shoved into a hospital cot beside Draco Malfoy.
intertwined by @hogwartsfirebolt [M, 1.8k]
The night Draco Malfoy showed up, Harry thought it was another mind trick. Then, he realized that it broke the pattern. He’d never trusted, never loved, never even tolerated Draco Malfoy.
Bonds, Besties, and Boners: Draco Malfoy’s Guide to Getting a Boyfriend by @nv-md [E, 4.2k]
Draco and Harry are accidentally bonded while at work. Harry's thrilled, Draco's annoyed, and Pansy's doing everything she can to cause trouble. Can these two idiots figure their messy relationship out?
As Easy As That by @moonflower-rose [E, 4.8k]
Trust Potter to be the target of a rogue bonding spell from a crazed fan. Trust Draco to try and leap in front of it.
When The Party’s Over by @sweet-s0rr0w [E, 5.4k]
Parties aren't quite so much fun when you're accidentally bonded to your sworn enemy. At least, that's what Harry thinks at first...
If It Takes All Night by @tackytigerfic [M, 10k]
It's not the first time Harry's been the victim of a botched curse (that's one of the reasons he doesn't like crowds), but he feels bad that Malfoy had to get caught up in it too. So they're bonded. That's ok, they just have to make sure to be touching at all time. No problem. Because Malfoy smells so nice, and has such lovely shiny hair, and his skin is so very warm. But this isn't going to be a problem for their friendship at all.
How to Make Two Stubborn Wizards Kiss by @rubickk7 [T, 16k]
What’s a little accidental soul bond between friends? Harry and Draco can handle it like adults. Right?
seven for a secret (never) to be told by @piarelei [E, 18k]
One would think that more people would get into accidental wizarding marriages with how easy it is. Harry has seven chances to change his mind. If only he were aware of what is going on.
Lift Your Open Hand by @firethesound [M, 18k]
With Draco Malfoy as his assigned partner for the next six weeks of Auror training, Harry had been prepared for things to go poorly. But getting themselves accidentally bonded to each other in the first twenty minutes of their very first assignment seemed going above and beyond, even for them.
you’ve got the antidote for me by Kandakickass [M, 20k] (soul bond)
When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want. He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.
In Evidence of Magical Theory by @bixgirl1 [E, 43k]
When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, they're forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible. In which Harry and Draco can't fight, so they fall in love instead.
That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 [E, 77k] (arranged marriage bond)
Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.
Grounds for Divorce by @tepre [E, 122k]
Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.
Bond by AnnaFugazzi [M, 173k]
Mental by sara_holmes [M, 186k]
Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.
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Hello! So I was new at your blog and I feel like ive discovered the 9th cloud of heaven 🤯 so I don't know if youre in the mood but i loved your technoblade child reader fics and i really wanted to ask if you could write a overprotective!tecnho x f!child reader? i feel like it sucks so im not pushing you to do it-
I probably took it a different way than what you were thinking but I hope you still enjoy!
Utmost Care
Pairing: Technoblade X F! Reader
Warnings: Overprotective nature, Light Angst, Mentions of Swords, Mentions of Scars
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Techno didn’t hold a lot of things with value but when he finally did, they were protected with the utmost care. That goes the same for living beings. His daughter certainly was one of those beings.
All of (Y/N)’s life, Techno always kept his eye on her or made someone he trusted with his life was watching her, meaning only he or Phil watched her. If Phil couldn’t watch her at the time, Techno then took her with him, keeping her close the entire time. And, if (Y/N) could tell the truth, as she got older, it was tiring.
She was thirteen years old but she wasn’t allowed to go off on her own. She either had to go with Techno and Phil, the only time she could be alone was in her own room. It was extremely tiring when she couldn’t learn new things that could be considered dangerous. Techno wouldn’t teach her to fight or brew or enchant because he said she’d never need it.
She just wanted to do something without the need for approval. She just wanted to be her own person and live her life as she wanted.
So…that’s how she started sneaking out hours at a time. She was only allowed her own peace and quiet in her room? Alright, she used that to her advantage and locked her door when she knew Techno was busy either tending to things and wouldn’t check on her for hours. When she left, she went to the one place she knew mischief was encouraged.
“Uncle Tommy!” (Y/N) grinned as she walked in the door.
“Here comes trouble!” Tommy grinned.
Tommy indeed encouraged the things Techno considered bad. He helped teach the girl how to fight, taught her to brew, showed her a few things with enchanting, and most certainly let her go off on her own around L’Manberg or the SMP, though he did warn her to be more careful in the SMP lands.
(Y/N) felt free and felt like her own person finally without a weight of watchful eye on her.
It was one of those days once more. Tommy was teaching (Y/N) the ways of the sword.
“Come on, stop trying to hit me and hit me!” Tommy grinned cheekily, then yelping as (Y/N) swung as hard as she could with a smirk.
It was just another day for the pair, they just didn’t know it wasn’t another day for Techno. (Y/N) always left when Techno was on his own because he did get distracted when Phil was around or Phil tended to help him. So, if Phil was around, going out was a no-go. Phil usually showed up in the early mornings so she could tell if she could sneak out pretty early in the day.
But, today, Phil had been held up in L’Manberg and came late.
“Hey mate!” Phil called as he walked over to Techno’s.
“Phil, you’re pretty late,” Techno said.
“Yeah, had to help with some things in L’Manberg first.” Phil shrugged. “Farming all by yourself today?”
“(Y/N) said she wanted to read and she might come out later,” Techno told him as they went into the house, Techno resting his hoe by the door. “(Y/N)! The old man’s here.”
“Fuck off mate.” Phil laughed.
Techno smirked as he cleaned off his hands but frowned when he heard no movement in the rooms above.
“(Y/N)!” Techno called once more.
“She might be sleeping in, let her be.” Phil waved it off. “She’s alright.”
But the voices whispered worry, only fueling Techno’s.
“She doesn’t usually sleep in. I’m going to check on her.” Techno said before going up the ladder.
He went to (Y/N)’s room knocking, but there was once more silence. He didn’t like that.
“(Y/N).” He said trying the door handle, but found it locked. “What the-Hey. What’s with the locked door?”
“Techno?” Phil called up concerned by the conversation he was hearing.
She wasn’t saying anything though and the voices whispered panic and Techno reacted. He took a step back before kicking in the door. Phil jumped before quickly coming up the ladder as Techno went into the room.
“Techno!” Phil shouted as he followed after.
Techno’s breath came quicker out of his nose as Phil came in.
“(Y/N)’s not here. Someone took her.” Techno moved past Phil.
Phil looked at his son leaving the room before looking at the teenager’s room. The only mess was the door but (Y/N) indeed wasn’t here and his wings puffed before he rapidly following after Techno.
“You know, the last thing I thought Techno would do was not teach you how to use a sword,” Tommy said as he leaned back on the bench overlooking the river below his base.
(Y/N) sat next to him, both of their training swords laying down close by.
“I always ask him to teach me but he just tells me I don’t need to learn how to fight. I’ll be fine.” She huffed. “What am I going to do if a mob manages to get in? Can you imagine if a creeper managed to come into our house? It could just blow me and the house up because I couldn’t do anything, I might as well just stand still.”
“Ah, he’s always had a stick up his ass.” Tommy waved his hand. “And an ego. He probably thinks he can keep everything from hurting you.”
“But that’s the point uncle Tommy!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “If he taught me, it’s almost a guarantee I won’t get hurt. I could protect myself and go out and meet people. Do whatever I want.”
“He’ll figure it out eventually,” Tommy assured her.
“Alright!”
Both of them jumped as they looked around wildly, Tommy giving a scream, hearing the voice of said man. Then, a moment later, they realized it was their walkies and shared a look.
“Whoever has my kid can bring her back now and have a painless death.”
“Uh oh.” They both muttered.
(Y/N) scrambled to get her things as Tommy stood up in a panic.
“Bye!” (Y/N) shouted before sprinting towards home.
How the hell was she supposed to explain this? Oh no dad, I just decided to wander in the forest with no warm clothes?
“It’s going to be a shitty day.” She muttered as she slipped into the portal and sprinted down the pathway towards the home portal.
Deciding it was better before her father started searching homes, she took out her walkie.
“Dad!” She spoke. “What’s the problem?”
Techno froze in his path, looking at Phil before taking off his walkie. “(Y/N), where are you right now?”
“I just…went for a little walk. My legs were starting to cramp up.” She lied, wincing slightly.
“Your door was locked (Y/N). What happened?”
“I don’t know the door handle must have broke.” She tried as she felt relief seeing the home portal.
“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Techno asked in frustration.
None of this was adding up. What the hell was going on?
“Nothing dad, everything is—” She stepped out of the portal and froze when she was met with two netherite decorated family members. “Fine…”
Phil’s eyes were wide as Techno stood there quiet for a moment.
…
“YOU WENT IN THE NETHER!?” Techno shouted throwing up his arms.
“Dad, look I can explain—” She tried.
“No! I-What were you thinking?!”
“I—”
Techno looked her over. “Is that a sword?! What—You don’t fight! What the hell were you doing?!”
“Look—”
“Mate—” Phil tried to even cut in.
“No! We’re going home.”
Techno went to grab her arm but she moved back.
“LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE!” (Y/N) shouted as she shook.
Techno stood in shock as Phil took a step back, this was between father and daughter.
“I-I-Yes! I snuck out! And yes! I have a sword! But its-I just wanted to live for once! You don’t let me go out on my own! You don’t let me train or learn anything you do! I stay at home! And read and learn about farming and crafting basic ass shit! And that’s it! If I’m lucky I get to go out to the village with you keeping a close ass eye on me! And I’m tired of it!”
Techno was quiet as (Y/N) took deep breaths before he came towards her.
“You know that to keep you safe.”
“Oh, shove it, dad! What’s the point of being safe when I don’t know anything! I felt like I was going crazy and I-I can’t do that anymore daddy. I can’t.”
(Y/N) had tears in her eyes. She hated it; she was so tired of it. She was so tired.
Techno was stood in shock hesitating before coming over and hugging her tightly.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered to her. “I…I didn’t know it was hurting so much…”
It was a bit awkward of a hug with his armor on but (Y/N) hugged him back regardless.
Techno had wanted to just keep her safe. He had so many enemies and seen so many things in his life…He just didn’t want his little girl to see all the same things he had and he didn’t want her to carry the same scars. But all the while, it seemed he was hurting her in a different way.
“I’m sorry. We’ll figure it out, ok?”
“Please.” She nodded.
He’ll figure it out, he’ll still make sure she was safe, but he’d figure it out for his little girl to be happy…
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Glitch
requested by this anon: "Hi there! If requests are open may I please request DreamXD x reader who's a glitch? Like- maybe readers kinda like a god because they can teleport to other places or try to glitch the game to get items though their powers usually mess up somehow. Maybe their kinda immortal too? Its ok if you don't do this though! :D"
dreamXD x reader
trigger warnings: some swearing, also being told they shouldn't exist but idk if that should be tagged as derealization or not
premise: you had lived a relatively peaceful life, you had your cabin a ways off from L'manburg, and the small business you had created, selling off the netherite that you seemed to have a knack for find. But that all changed one day
{I was gonna have tommy calling reader glitch boy or smth but then Iw as like wait gender neutral, so I ended up with Glitch Bitch, uhhh sorry lol}
{also sorry if this sucked.}
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It had been a nice day, the day before you'd truly been discovered.
Tommy had visited your little home, complaining that he'd already lost the helmet you'd made.
"You really ought to be more careful with them kid." You sighed, turning to rummage through one of your chests, "ughhhh and I'm out of netherite too. I should start charging you people more per ounce."
Tommy frowned, "Well that wouldn't be very nice, you know that we need it for L'manburg."
"If that's what's suppose to convince me, I'll remind you, I have no loyalties, to anyone." You stood up as you spoke, pulling out what you had made into a makeshift com tablet.
"Woah, what is that thing?" Tommy leaned over, trying to see what you were typing.
"Glitches don't get coms, so I made my own," You explained, finishing the command, "Just give it one moment annnnnnddd...."
The netherite appeared, thumping heavily onto your table, "How much do you need?"
"Enough for a helmet." Tommy gaped.
You nodded, grabbing some of the bricks, and a spare diamond helmet before moving over to your crafting table, quickly getting to work.
As you smelted and poured and created, Tommy blabbed on about the goings on in L'manburg, and how Wilbur would probably take a trip down to your shop soon, looking for gaps.
"What the hell does he need gaps for? Even I know he can't fight for shit." You commented, sitting back away from the furnace.
"I dunno, he thinks something big is coming."
You sighed, shaking your head, before producing the helmet, "That'll be 11 diamonds."
Tommy sighed, but gave you the payment, heading out on his way with a, "See you later glitch bitch!"
You laughed to yourself, turning to begin putting away the extra netherite.
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The next day, rather than Wilbur coming to your little abode for himself, he sent Tommy down to summon you up to L'manburg.
"That lazy asshole." You muttered, tucking your com tablet into your knapsack.
"He really is a prick sometimes." Tommy agreed.
You went out, locking the door behind the both of you, before grabbing Tommy's shoulder, "I think I can get us up there faster."
"Ohhhh don't make me go all glitchy!" He yelled.
But it was too late, you were focusing your powers, a teleporting right up to the gates of L'manburg.
"Woah." Someone gasped.
"Holy shit! That was so cool! Holy shit!" Tommy yelled, jumping around, "Tubbo did you see that?!"
"Sorry- I- what?"
You turned to see Dream, looking rather surprised.
"Oh, uhh, Hi, I'm (y/n)." You offered, "Legally I don't exist."
"What?" You could see him starting to pull out his own com tablet.
"I'm a glitch. Just up here to do some business."
"Uhh huh, yeah I think I'm going to have to report you."
"To who? God?" You scoffed.
"Yes actually, DreamXD won't be happy to here this."
You frowned, turning to the L'manburgians, "Sorry, got to run."
With that, you popped out of that place, reappearing at your home. What would XD do? If he found out that there was a glitch still running around? You could still remembered what happened to the others.
As you frantically packed up your most valuable items you couldn't help but remind yourself, the near extinction of the glitches wasn't carried out by XD, but by the Old One.
Still, you ran.
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You didn't make it very far before the strange figure appeared before you, "Halt!"
You skidded to a stop, tripping over a branch in the effort not to crash into him.
From the ground you glared up at the strange masked man, "If your going to kill me it won't work! I've lost enough lives for seven men and yet I am still alive!"
He cocked his head, "No, my pet. I wouldn't kill you. I think... we need to get to know each other better."
Cautiously, you took the hand offered to you and pulled yourself up, "And why's that?"
"Because I have a particular interested in your powers."
You frowned, "I'm just like all the other glitches, only I stuck around longer."
"Your powers, they aren't as temperamental as the others, are they? No collapsing worm holes, so to speak? That netherite you willed in, thats still stable, isn't it?" He questioned.
Slowly, you nodded.
"Then you are more powerful than Dream could imagine. Come with me, darling. You and I, we could rule the server." He offered.
"Why would I want that? I liked how it was."
XD frowned, "But I like you... and you have power. Don't you ever wish you could have more than those children knocking on your door asking for riches?"
You paused, he did have you there.
After a moment, you looked up at him, "Fine."
He grinned as you took his hand, "I'm sure we'll have an excellent time, my pet."
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@wolves-in-the-world has changed my life with this post about quinn being face blind
i’m making a new post as to not derail theirs bc this is my stream of consciousness that is too long for tags (i’m feeling fine and normal abt it)
so, as far at figuring out how to recognize the team
eliot is usually okay. his voice rarely changes he’s got that scar on his.......it’s a distinctive scar even if i cannot for the life of me tell u where exactly it is. u know it when u see it. that’s the kind of guy eliot is. but sometimes things are happening a bit too quickly and you haven’t gotten used to eliot with his hair up and.....it was an accident, eliot.
hardison is easier (because there are no other black people in portland.....kidding, this is a joke from the s5 bloopers). hardison is easier because while he is a decent grifter his affect doesn’t change all that much. hardison is, and will always be, the smartest man in the room, and his grifts are entirely based on him thinking ten times faster than the mark. it’s easy enough to spot.
nate is mostly easy—u know that post that’s like nate grifting is 100% relying on him just being himself and pissing off the mark—but during the runway job quinn full on refuses to admit that this man in a....whatever the fuck he’s wearing, is actually nate.
quinn’s got zero idea how to find parker in a crowd based on sight. moves too fast. and he’s only 3% sure based on sound. moves too quietly. but eventually he figures out how air flows through a vent differently with a parker sized block in it and that he should stop looking for her in the room and start looking for her in the ceiling. if she’s on the ground tho ur guess is as good as mine—no, ur guess is accurate, mine is a shot in the dark. well, no, quinn is more accurate with a rife in a pitch black cave in serbia than picking parker out of a crowd. it gets worse over time as she gets better at grifting.
sophie is a. fucking. nightmare. the outfit changes the hair changes the fucking ~accents~ “i’ve seen sophie devereaux play a dozen people.....drunk” ok sterling u wanna fight sophie devereaux is a dozen people
vs. after the team finds out
when eliot learns that quinn was only like 60% sure of who he was on the entire 20+ hour flight from kiev he’s floored “what kind of assassin are u. u can’t just get on a plane with someone if u haven’t verified their identify where is ur sense of personal safety” “i broke ur ribs once and i’ll do it again pal <3”
quinn joins hardison in lucille once and that’s the last time quinn is ever allowed to watch the cameras. hardison can put up with a lot of hitter nonsense but a man can only go through “WAIT there’s a bad guy can i go shoot him” “quinn that is eliot. we talked about this…...13 seconds ago.” so many times
parker knew way before anyone else. it’s that whole parker goes to quinn to ask questions she just wants answer to not a 5 page essay and concerned looks for the next 36 hours. one day parker is trying to get quinn to describe a person he saw for secret quinn-parker-heist reasons and quinn is like.....u see people??
nate is not entirely sure who quinn is so he doesn’t care if quinn isn’t entirely sure who he is either.
sophie takes to occasionally asking quinn if he knows who she is and every time he says no and every time she doesn’t believe he means it until she pokes (metaphorically) a bit and quinn stalks off “i’m getting ms. devereaux” (but it sounds like “i’m getting my mom” (he never manages to find “ms. devereaux”))
#this is based on my actual real life experience of watching leverage and not knowing where the fuck sophie was at any given moment#as background: as someone who has (self diagnosed) aphantasia (no minds eye) and as a result am 85% face blind#im FLOORED by the realization that i can project my problems onto my favorite little bastarad (affectionate) guy#this takes place in a timeline where quinn was simultaneously always there and also the hanger/keiv happened as in canon#it's best not to think about the timeline too much i am just having fun#leverage#mr. quinn
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Summary: You broach a tricky subject with Bucky. Recovering / soft Bucky x female reader. Angst / fluff / smut.
Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Unprotected sex. Language.
A.N: I kept meaning to write for Steve but this happened. I usually write for Boyd Holbrook characters on my sideblog - Masterlist.
I didn’t tag anybody but let me know if you’d like to be, possibly a part 2 or a prequel to this. I’d like to thank @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook for her constructive feedback! It’s my first time writing for Bucky so please be kind!
Your heart skips a beat when you see Bucky waiting outside your office building, holding a bunch of flowers no less. He's awkwardly leaning against a wall, eyes darting around searching for you.
"You shouldn't have." You smile as you approach him.
"I was just passing." He murmurs, cheeks flushing as you kiss him.
"Passing a flower stall too?" You ask, accepting the blooms.
"Yeah, I guess so." He smiles.
"Mr Barnes, sorry to bother you." A voice pipes up. You turn and vaguely recognise the guy, you've seen him in the office building. What does he want with Bucky though?
Bucky eyes him warily. "Do I know you?"
"Oh no, I'm uh....I'm a big fan." the guy stammers, starting to sweat.
"So you're a fan of my work as the Winter Soldier or...”
"No no, I mean since then. Saving the world and everything."
"Sure, thanks." Bucky sighs.
You kind of feel for the guy, Bucky wasn't exactly known for accepting compliments, you know that better than anyone.
"Hey, can I get a selfie?" the guy asks, pulling out his phone.
"He's off duty, sorry." You say diplomatically, taking Bucky’s arm. "Let's get going."
"I'll never get used to that, " Bucky mumbles, as you steer him away from his fan. "I spent so much effort trying to hide and now..." He trails off.
"You saved the world, that's what people know you for now." You say, determined to put a positive spin on things.
"It wasn't just me." He says, as you cross the street. He moves his arm and grabs your hand instead, squeezing lightly. He's wearing gloves as is usual in public, concealing his gleaming hand in black leather.
You fall into a companionable silence as you head in the direction of your apartment. You can't help noticing that you're taking the route that happens to pass Bucky's favourite diner - where you first met in fact, a little over four months ago.
"Feel like coffee and pie?" He asks casually.
You grin at his predictability. "Sure."
Your flowers sit on the table in a kindly donated water jug as you and Bucky tuck into pie and ice cream, apple and cherry respectively.
"This...is...the...best...pie." Bucky says between mouthfuls.
"I knew you were going to say that." You tease.
He smiles, his eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners. Oh, he seems so happy and relaxed, you impulsively decide to broach a tricky subject, figuring now to be a good a time as any.
"So, you know my sister's getting married in a couple of weeks." You begin, glancing at him as you toy with your food.
Bucky's eyes flicker and he fills his mouth with pie. "Hm-hmm." He mumbles.
You take a deep breath. "Well, I was wondering if you'd consider coming with me, as my plus one?"
He pales a little and offers a tentative smile. "I don't know sweetheart."
"Clare wants to meet you, that's all. You don't even have to stay for the full day, just to say hello."
"Sounds more like a family thing." Bucky says tightly, shifting in his seat.
"Well yeah," you swallow, feeling yourself flush. "But you are my....I mean..."
He sighs. "I don't think it's a good idea, you saw what happened outside your office. Imagine that times a hundred."
"Everyone will be focused on the wedding, my family won't bug you, I promise. They aren’t like that.”
Bucky scoffs. “You might be surprised how brave people get after a couple glasses of champagne.”
You sigh impatiently, feeling something inside you break. "What are we doing here Bucky?"
"I thought we were eating pie." He half-smiles.
"You know what I mean. Us." You hated to push him like this, you really did, and you already knew that he wouldn’t react favourably to it, but your developing relationship had seemed to come to a standstill lately.
"We agreed to take things slowly, didn’t we? One day at a time." He says quietly, reaching for your hand.
"But that was four months ago, I thought that we might have progressed beyond that by now. It's like one step forward two steps back with you." You say, your voice cracking with emotion.
"You're not my shrink, ok?" He snaps suddenly.
You slide your hand away from his and reach for your bag, tears forming in your eyes.
"I'm going home." You say softly..
"Don't go, please. I'm sorry." He says, looking up at you, a note of quiet desperation in his voice.
"Enjoy your pie." You sniff, not looking at him. You’re halfway home before you realise that you've left the flowers on the table.
X - X - X
By the time you get home you're angry with yourself more than anything else, cursing the fact that you even mentioned the wedding. You had agreed to take things slowly, but the truth is that you’re falling for Bucky and you want him to be a bigger part of your life. The wedding seemed like the ideal opportunity to introduce him to your friends and family, but on reflection, you realise how overwhelming it might be.
Half an hour later when there's a knock at the door, you know that it's Bucky. He's carrying the flowers, still in the water jug.
"The waitress said we could have this, I think she just felt sorry for me." He chuckles dryly, following you into the living room.
You can’t help but smile at the image of him walking down the street with the flowers.
"I'm sorry." You murmur, setting the flowers on your coffee table.
"Why are you sorry? I was a jerk back there." Bucky frowns.
"I shouldn't have pushed you like that."
"You weren't pushing." He sighs.
"I spooked you.” You say softly, looking up at him.
"Yeah." He smiles. "A little. Look, I’m still trying to figure this out."
"I know. Me too. I've never been in a relationship like this."
"I should hope not." He says wryly.
You chuckle, fighting the urge to just throw youself into his arms.
"I like you, so much." Bucky murmurs, his eyes searching yours as he strokes your face. "But I can't help thinking that you'd be better off with someone else."
Your stomach drops. "No, Bucky-”
"I mean like someone who doesn't get spooked when you want to do regular relationship stuff, it's not fair on you." He says, brow furrowed.
"Look, forget the wedding, I'll ask one of my friends to come."
"It's not just the wedding though is it?" He sighs.
“I don’t want anybody else.” You state firmly, placing your hand on his chest - you can feel his ever present dog tags through the thin material of his sweater.
"You've been so patient with me, it's more than I deserve."
"This is what you deserve." You say, and kiss him gently on the cheek. "And this." then corner of his mouth. "And this." finally the hollow of his throat.
He lets out a soft groan and grips the nape of your neck, kissing you deeply, opening your mouth with his tongue. He tastes of cherry and vanilla, his lips soft but insistent.
"I want you." He breathes. "I want you."
Without a word, you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Bucky was so gentle and hesitant when you first started sleeping together, terrified of hurting you with his strength and self-conscious of his arm. You managed to convince him that you could take - even sometimes desired - a little roughness. He loved to take his time undressing you, kissing and touching your soft flesh as he went. And when you reciprocated, he'd been touch starved for so long that the feeling of your hands and lips on him was almost enough.
Tonight he didn't deviate, pulling off your clothes and kissing you everywhere as you laid on the bed. He hovers over you, still half dressed, and you stroke his hair, fingers entwined in the short strands as his lips travel down your body, making you squirm. Finally he kneels between your legs and tugs at your panties, eyes dark with lust.
"James." You sigh, touching yourself, wetness coating your fingertips.
"You're so beautiful." He says gruffly, eyes focused on you as he removes his jeans. You'd seen him naked a number of times now but you never failed to be impressed by his magnificence, even his cock, now hard and leaking at the tip, is a thing of beauty.
You hold your hand out for him to return to the bed but his hands reach for your waist, indicating for you to turn over; you comply and he moves behind you, lifting your hips and pushing into you in one swift movement. You cry out as he fills and stretches your pussy, digging your fingers into the mattress as you back up against him.
"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" He growls.
"Yes, please...don't stop." You mewl, as he buries his cock to the hilt.
Bucky’s flesh hand is between your legs, fingering your aching clit, while his metal one still grips your hip. You place your hand over his, interlacing your fingers with his vibranium digits.
The rhythmic clink of Bucky's dog tags and the sound of your soft cries fill the air, he continues to work your clit in tight circles as he moves inside you, leaning down to pepper kisses on your shoulder - it isn't long before you feel the familiar tightness building at your core.
"Oh, Bucky, I'm going to-" you trail off as he drives into you harder, making you come apart and you moan loudly as your orgasm rolls through you in hot waves.
Compared to you, Bucky's almost silent, quietly panting and groaning, his hold on you tightening as you feel him throbbing into you.
Afterwards he spoons you, his bionic arm around your waist like a vice, kissing your hair.
"Look, about the wedding-" He starts.
"We don't have to talk about it now." You yawn. “Let’s leave it until tomorrow. One day at a time.”
“One day at a time.” Bucky repeats, softly.
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes smut#recovering bucky
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