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dam-blue-ribbon · 7 months
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Dear mutuals, I don't care if we have talked or not i will consider you as my friend.
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floredaqueen · 2 months
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True Story
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This is a true story ..
The knock at the door was jarring, especially with what happened last night. Mercedes was still cleaning up after everyone that morning while trying to contain her reckless feelings that were unleashed that night as well. She put down the sculpted glasses that were used for the banquet, her rich, melanin hands running through her perfectly quafted silk press put her hair through to distract herself.
The walk to the door was draining, every step she was contemplating if she should just let someone else get it.. but when that thought paused, she was already right in front of the crimson double doors. She opened one of them, her eyes fluttering up to see the beautiful blonde she wished she could erase form.
About all the lies I've fantasized..
"Hey, uh–" Immediately , she interrupted his lightly spoken words, all the way her eyes struggled to stay on his. And so she diverted to hay that he sported backwards on his ashe blonde locks that seemed to have no clue was gravity was unless they were contained by the cap.
"What is it, JJ?" She didn't really give a fuck about what he wanted. Mercedes couldn't stand to even look at him, let alone actually want to give want he wants.. and yet she stood there, obviously worn out and disheveled as she heard him out.
"I just.. wanted to know if you needed help cleaning up," He proudly, boyishly held up a bucket, a pair of yellow rubber gloves, and an industrial scrub brush.. The funny thing was the bucket contained a whole bunch of cleaning supplies that Mercedes could tell he just bought. As if she didn't have enough already.
"I have maids to help me do that, thanks." Her voice got softer as she thought about the kind gesture even as her mind pictured the worst of the night before.
'Bout you and I..
"Yeah, but I know you like doing it.." JJ's eyes smiled along with pretty curve of his lips, the mouth she envisioned all over someone else. Erstwhile, she searched for wine she hid and those stupid love letters she wrote to him but was too chicken to give him. The very fact that it warmed her heart frustrated her.
"Since when do you presume to know anything about me?" She'd scoff, her voice still weakly soft. If she raised it at all, she knew it would break. Instantly, the Pouge was taken aback.
This is a true story
"Woah, okay. I'm trying to be nice here," he spat out, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He could see the hurt in her eyes as she took a small step back from him, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. Mortification flooded through him as he realized how harsh his previous words must have sounded.
It wasn't intentional, he never meant to ridicule her or smash her heart to pieces. But he had a habit of speaking without thinking, rationalizing his own feelings without regard for how it affected others. In his mind, he was just being honest - but the words had come out all wrong.
He tended to disconnect from emotions, both his own and others. It was easier that way, or so he told himself. But now, looking at her as she tried to hold back tears, he saw the damage he had caused. If only he had taken a moment to pause, to consider her perspective before blurting out a response fueled by his own discomfort.
About all the games
But it was too late now. The words hung heavily between them, cutting deep. All he could do was apologize sincerely and hope, hope that she knew he never intended to hurt her so callously. But the damage was done, and he knew it would take time to heal those painful bruises to her heart. Time and care that he hoped, next time, he could give before it was too late.
"Well, I don't expect you to. You can leave," *She was quick to try and close the door on him, JJ being more than quick enough to catch it before it did. Mercedes flinched a bit, JJ noticing too late. He was still stuck on the complete rejection she just gave him.
I know you've played.
"What the hell's your problem?" Did he really just say that? 'What's HER problem?' His seeming oblivion pushed her right to the edge. Her cheeks blew themselves out, Mercedes just trying to keep her eyes from going glassy.
"My problem is you, JJ! I hate you!!" The silence between them was damning, the girl feeling the shake of her hands. She didn't mean that, not in the way she said it. JJ on the other hand felt his hard gaze soften, finally understanding where her despair accumulated. His own thoughts reverted back to the night before, the ashe blonde rather having his tongue down some other girl's throat than to have to be alone with the girl he had real romantic feelings for.
Boy, this is not what I need. (Give me your love, give me your love)
Mercedes found them together, her heart dropping to meet the dead butterflies in her stomach. Her head was pound as she dropped wine she copped from her kitchen. She couldn't breath. She couldn't think. The Kook princess just felt hard.
"Oh, god.." "Oh my God.." "Oh my God.."
The last thing she remembered doing was sobbing in her locked room until she passed out.
Not what I want. (Give me your love, give me your love)
"'Cedes.." He started, not getting very far with the way tears quickly swelled up in Mercedes' eyes before they boiled over like a steaming hot pot of water.
"I HATE the way you make me feel.." That was true, even through her resurrected sorrows just by looking at his sweet face. Her heart contorts, her face gets hot, the he makes her smile, the way he smiled, his laugh and the butterflies start swarming..
"'Mercedes"
"Then I find you mid-fuck with Adrisa in the goddamn game room-" Voice already broken, Mercedes choked on her words. It.. might seem stupid.. they weren't even together. They were just friends, but the way she wished it was her lips he was locking with her own while his hands struggled to pull off her dress.. out of passion, our of desire and built up want. It was the only thing she was holding onto after saw JJ.
It's NOT gonna happen to me. (Give me YOUR love, love love)
"You don't get to make it all better after you made the shit worse!" JJ froze as her words cut through him. Even then, JJ selfishly acted, the beautiful blonde boy dropping the supplies in his hand before those same hands pulled the sorrowful girl in. Mercedes trembled, the trauma still raw within her even as heir lips met with a hungry passion, yet also a healing tenderness. JJ cradled her gently yet firmly, pouring his care and regret into the kiss. Mercedes clung to him, taking what comfort she could in his strong embrace.
For a moment, all else faded - only this connection between them remained. An anchor in the storm of her grief. She came to her senses then, her face contorting as her tears continued to uncontrollably stream down her cheeks. A second after, she shoved him away, running him out of her home with one thought.
"Get OUT!!" Slammed the door behind her before sliding down it and shielding her shiny dark crown.
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I wrote this as a way to immediately heal from the situation I just went through. Is it like anything real? Just wishful, dramatic thinking. Thanks for putting up with it. I know it's not good, it's jumbled emotions I'm trying to piece together with characters I'm currently obsessed with. Okay bye.
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mutantthedark · 2 months
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Fun fact: From the beggining I created Halia, I wanted to ship her with Soap, but I was really afraid that people are going to hate it and attack me...
So... I'm gonna ship her with Gaz. Age difference? Who cares? Skin tone? I don't care~
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aungcha · 8 months
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hahahwgwywiwjegys individual post of just apollo and hermes because AAAAAAAAAAA
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wizardofwoof · 5 months
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i havent posted art in ages whatt
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carbonfiction · 4 months
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Hiraeth ; Part 1?
(A homesickness for a home or person to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past)
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Summary: Sometimes Karl would have dreams, of a small girl with the prettiest smile and hair like strands of ambered gold. She'd play with smaller him in the dirt, dress covered in mud and dust like it didnt even matter to her. She was his best girl, his favorite, the daughter of a shepherd. The only one to give him the time of day and didnt judge him for being.. Well, Him.
He just wished he remembered her name or why he would dream of her.
A/N: Im not too sure where im going with this so please bare with me- also hi, not yet dead, just fell into a large pit of negative feeling. Take this WIP as my return? I guess?? Hopefully this makes sense and hopefully more to come! Lemme know what you think!
Also posted on AO3
Karl was dreaming again, snores slipping from his lips. It was part of the same dream he always seemed to have, of summer days and a childhood he could no longer truly recollect.
This time he'd run through long cleared mining caverns and the tall grass of fields, all weathers, all terrain, chasing gleeful laughter ahead of him. It was a distinctly feminine little laugh, flowy and light, carefree in only the way a child could be. He would play chase until his lungs burnt and his legs could no longer carry him, then and only then, would she appear.
She’d stand above his head peering down as he lay wherever his legs dropped him, head tilted with a smile full of mischief.
“Too slow again!, i told you i could run fast and you wouldn’t catch me, slowpoke” She’d tease him, tounge poking out her rosy lips, her small boot making gentle contact with his shoulder enough to jostle his body.
“Yeah, yeah, you got me. Not my fault your little magic boots beat mine, Karl-0 you-100” he’d tease back to her wheezing, finally sitting up but panting like a damn dog
She’d laugh again then as she smoothed out her dress, pretty and pale, and sat beside him in whatever dirt or trodden land they were in. “they aren’t magic boots silly, they are from the same cobbler who made yours! My daddy says im just quick on my feet, from helping chase the sheep probably.”
Karl would roll his eyes, huffing under his breath about her magic boots, sheep be damned.
She’d stay with him then, no care for his brooding or his loss of their game and talk. The two of them simply conversing and laughing and playing just about anything and everything, nonsense or otherwise, until a bellowed shout would come from the direction of the little village.
Then and only then would she leave him, bidding him a little wave and a shout as she bound off “night Karl! Same time tomorrow alright?”
Hed always watch her leave, belly sore from laughter and cheeks from the smile he’d find on his face. her hair bounced in its ribbon held ponytail, the back of her dress dirty from sitting and rolling on the ground.
Then, once she had left his sight, just as always, he’d wake. Leaving his little dreamland just as lost to himself as when he had begun having these dreams? Nightmares?
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fire-bay · 2 years
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It's very late and I'm having a small moment
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1eaf-me-alone · 2 months
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just an update to say I’m still alive, but currently very busy. I am on a sort of Hiatus but I’ll be back with a ton of fics later this year.
(i’ve got a lot of stuff I’ve written, planned and prepared along with a variety of fics I’ve got in my drafts planned and ready to write.
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monochromegee · 1 month
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Quick update, I am not dead, just neck deep in my master thesis, I hope to continue on art soon though :]
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empresskadia · 1 month
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I'm so ready for Kelly's chapter of Gentle Touches, you have no idea.
I promise you, I am slowly writing her. I've encountered some writers block and can't form my thoughts into words lately. I was working on it last night.
I'm super excited to share. All four chapters play into each other. After Blue team, Cal-141 and Naomi-010, are next, I have started plotting their chapters too.
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watchyourbuck · 5 months
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okay i know I’ve been pretty MIA but im so close to graduating I can taste it y’all 😭 I’ll be back soon enough, in the mean time please keep tagging me in your stuff so I can read them
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saintxgerard · 1 year
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I’ll be honest, seeing Anthony Green smoke while being like a foot away from him made me feel religious
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hanmadesims · 9 months
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stevie's everyday lookbook first time doing this, so please excuse any mistakes
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forget-me-yes-21 · 2 years
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i just knowwww Evelyn was hot as fuck
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Max Mayfield in every eddissy fic.
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introspectingjeva · 3 months
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I am 100% convinced that Grimes put up with Elon Musk bcs she thought he would make her into an ethereal cyborg and ship her to Mars to reconnect with her true family. Getting pregnant was collateral damage of a possibly nice plan
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