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labratcici · 1 year

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Khajiit has wares, if you have coin. 😸

#Neopets #Snugie #Aisha #Speckeled

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itcars · 2 years

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Mercedes-AMG GT Black Series

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#Mercedes-AMG GT Black Series #Mercedes-AMG GT #supercars #cars #mercedes #Ricci Speckels #black series

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lazybutsmexy · 1 year

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yeah you’re definitely shadow banned :/ I tried searching your name in the bar and nothing came up. pain. also i’ve been reading bh on ao3 and it’s so good <3 I hope your account gets fixed soon

Why is this social media not letting me socialize?? I'm cry. I also hope this gets fixed soon because I wanna be able to engage with everyone :((((

Also I'm really glad you're still able to read BH 🫶♥️ thanks for the love

#speckel #ask #ramblings

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darkbluekies · 1 month

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Okay but a darling who has a blood phobia? It comes often with the fear of needles/syringes so after reading your Dr. Kry OneShot of reader being scared of needles I thought about the phobia.

And here are my thoughts :D Hope you don't mind 💕🙈 i tried my best to make it as authentic as possible with all the yanderes!

Tw: mentions of blood, murder, maybe gaslighting/manipulation, phobia

Edmund would be the WORST and most likey cause the phobia rather it being a thing before meeting him lol. But I am not sure if the phobia alone would be enough for him to consider not to kill in front of his queen anymore. Maybe the ball massacre would be enough and only time, but since his nature is unpredictable, there is no guarantee. Although he grows worried when his queen gets her periods everytime...

Dr. Kry would even have a much. harder. time. when it comes to blood tests and the first appointment might be where he finds out about his darling's phobia. At this point would put darling to sleep whenever he needs to take a test

Or oh boy, when darling gets her period in the first month they spend at the hospital? He would come into the room to find a passed out darling on the bathroom floor. At first he is shocked until he saw that they had bled through, a pad under their hand, and quickly understands the situation. He would be even frustrated that from all the 3-4% of the population fearing blood, darling happens to be one of them. Before darling wakes up in bed, he already had sorted out everything.

After that he would absolutely keep track on their cyclus and warn them just in time. He might be even persistent to change the menstruation pads/tampons and even washing the clothes if they got dirty, so darling doesnt have to see it at all. Maybe he would consider doing a therapy if it's really bad, so darling would feel better and won't faint every time they could get badly hurt y'know. But if they feel too anxious and dizzy, they can call him anytime :)

I think it's obvious that he's my favourite *^*

Silas would notice that darling doesn't look at him at all when he comes back. They could smell the irony scent and are imagining the worst so they avoid looking at him at all costs. Only once, when Silas forces darling to look at him, they faint as soon as the speckels of blood appear in their vision and then he understands what's the matter after panicking for good 10 seconds

He would probably care enough afterwards to change his clothes and shower everytime before entering the bedroom after a bloody mission. The dirty clothes would be in the washing machine and out of it before darling comes with their laundry next. Better be safe than sorry again.

Hedwig would feel so bad and sooo worried man, haha /_\

I haven't read everything yet but I think she would find out about the phobia after cutting herself on paper by accident and asking for a band aid. Darling instantly sprints to the aid box and bring it to her. being all anxious but trying to remain calm which they fail to hide (Hedwig hasnt grasp of the matter yet and thinks they are worried about her and finds it even cute... at first👀) Only when darling turns around and sees the blood, instantly dropping on the floor and hell breaks loose lmfao.

Or, on a sleepover at her house where she kills an intruder/stalking classmate/whoever. Darling comes down bc they want to drink water, only too see a scene of their yandere girlfrind with a bloody knife. Instantly dropping on the ground. When waking up a hysterical Hedwig is all over them, questioning if what they saw was real and why on earth she was holding a bloody knife at 3am. Hedwig might have the luck that darling isn't sure of the body, which was lying on the ground, was real too and would gaslight darling in order to keep her facade up.

Jerry was the hardest to imagine imo. So I apologise beforehand.

I can imagine her being worried and trying not to expose their darling to blood as best as possible but I can also imagine her using it to her advantage to "play" with darling or forgetting sometimes that they can't see blood, coming home with some cuts and bruises and darling passing out. And Jerry be like: "Ah sh*t. I forgot."

Ahhh I hope you like what I had in mind! You absolutely made me go brainrot with your stories, they are all soo good \*~*/ i almost read everything by now heh~

If you like asks like this let us know. I would to love share more but I dont want to post them randomly in my feed ._.

They're your OCs afterall ❤ love each of them!

Have a wonderful day my dear! ♡♡♡

Aww I loved this so much!!! It is nice to be the reader for a change🥹🥹

I'm impressed that your visions fit with mine! The only thing I'd add is that I think that Jerry would try to get you over your phobia by ... uh ... exposure therapy :)

I really liked this, thank you so much♡♡

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc x you #yandere mafia #yandere oc x reader #yandere fics #yandere stories #yandere doctor #yandere king #yandere female #yandere rich girl

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the-fiction-witch · 9 months

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The Visitor P1

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Flirty

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Hello hello!!! For the Benny watts stories do you think you can do one, that were Benny’s wife and he invites Beth to stay with us until she goes to Paris and he told us about it and we were fine with it but Beth didn’t know that we knew she was coming and she is jealous of us and trying to start things with us but we put her in her place and benny is turn on by us putting her in her place. Please and thank you ☺️

I hummed to myself the sweet little song from the cinema the other day, as I worked making a fresh batch of cookies I dug around the cupboards for a good while but I was utterly stumped. So I sighed Washing my hands and drying them on my apron as I scampered across the little house and up the stairwell and across the corridor to the office I didn't bother to knock on the half-opened door heading inside. The wooden flooring dusted and swept the grey square wallpaper across the walls the small window open a crack on the wall across from me, the desk up against the window with the dark green typewriter sat there surrounded by papers yet to be sorted, the shelf on the wall yet to be stacked with items a box sat below it ready for the activity, the small table in the centre of the room where the wooden chess board sat with the cheap chess clock and a white cup with a black rim on a matching saucer, the coffee almost gone with only the thin dregs left behind the slight lingerie on the porcelain of small chunks and grit from the cheap instant coffee powder, the chess board in a half plaid game, and there he sat in his chair barefooted, his black jeans tight to his slender form, against his skin was his plane black t-shirt fairly snug where it had slightly shrunk due to him losing a recent fight with the new dryer, then his loose textured green button down, only three or perhaps four buttons done up from the bottom leaving the undershirt exposed, the glint of his silver chains hung in this opening too, along with the speckels of silver at his wrists and fingers almost as much a part of him as anything else. He ran his fingers across his top lip and be hair that graced there slightly fiddling with the ring on his hand before making a move shifting his pieces across the board, his hair unbrushed but flat where he had a shower and had left it to air dry and it remained a little damp. After making his move he caught my attention glancing up at me and for a moment a smile arrived on his lips,

"Hi sugar" he smiled returning focus to his game

"Where is it Benny?"

"Where's what?"

"My cutters."

"... In the kitchen?"

"Yes, very helpful, where in the kitchen?"

"Uuughhh... in the cupboard?" He suggested

"Benny." I glared crossing my arms

"I have no clue"

"Can I have help to find them at least?"

"Course" he smiled noting where he was in his game on his paper before getting up from his chair wrapping an arm around me and pressing a kiss to my forehead "Come on then sugar cookie" he Cooes grabbing his cup "You can make me another coffee"

"You can make your own coffee" I chuckled as we headed down to the kitchen "So where did you put them?"

"Uuhhh" he pondered having a dig in a Couple of cupboards around the kitchen before finally handing over my cookie cutters

"Thank you" I smiled taking them to continue my baking "I swear I can't find anything at the moment"

"That's just because we're still going through the process sugar cookie," he says wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling his chin on my shoulder "We're still unpacking, still finding little places for things, and it's a big change for us, our nice new house it's going to take us a little while to get used to things"

"I suppose your right"

"I'm always right" he smirked giving my neck little kisses

"Benny!" I complained as he was tickling me with his kisses "Cut it out"

"No" he smirked squeezing me tighter and giving me even more kisses

"Benjamin Watts get off!" I complained trying to push him away

"Never!" He joked

But we were interrupted by the intense bells of the phone which made us both jump

"I got it," he says kissing my cheek and stealing a bit of cookie dough as he headed to the phone

"Benny!"

"Love ya sugar" he calls

I rolled my eyes before finishing up with my cookies adding them to the oven and setting the timer cleaning up before I headed into the living room, the large windows looked out to the New York streets, the front door locked up tight, the mantle on the side wall with some of our more precious items across it, the coffee table and rug in the centre of the room with Benny's leather chair In the corner beside the bookshelf and lamp, and the two sofas across the other side's, the phone mounted to the wall near the front door, I smiled giving things an adjust before turning my attention to benny stood with the phone to his ear he saw me and smiled before returning focus to the conversation with whomever it was

"Yeah, okay great see you in a bit," he says before hanging up

"Who was it?"

"Beth." He says leaning on the wall

"Ohh? You two going to play phone chess again?" I asked

"No, she's going to Paris for the tournament next week but she asked if she could come up and stay and get a direct flight and all"

"Aww that's nice, Is she getting or hotel?"

"I said she could stay here." He says and the moment he said those words his face went pale "shit. I should have asked first... shouldn't I?"

"It's usually the way to do so Benny yes, it's alright you're still learning" I laughed giving him a kiss

"So it's okay?"

"Why wouldn't it be? We don't have any plans"

"No, but... I don't know how you'd feel about her being here."

For a moment there was silence but yet it felt like we exchanged a thousand words I simply smiled and gave him a sweet kiss

"You're my husband." I smiled, resting my hands on his chest Letting him wrap his arms around me "I don't have anything to worry about, do I?"

"Nothing at all sugar cookie" he Cooes bringing me into another sweet kiss "I'm happy to let her get a hotel if you're uncomfortable"

"I'm sure it'll be fine" I smiled "Now you can go make the guest room up and I'll make some dinner for us," I said before trying to go but he pulled me closer into another kiss which I returned happily, his hands often stroking my waist and hips as we kissed and any time I tried to pull away he simply tugged me closer again until I felt his hand slip down and take a grip of my ass making me pull back rubbing my nose on his "excuse me?"

"Yes my little sugar cookie?" he cooes

"Go make up the bed," I told him

"Fine" he sighed "I'm going." he rolled his eyes and headed for the stairs

"Umm good husband"

"Do I get a reward?" he asks leaning on the banister

"Maybe,"

"Alright," he smirked heading upstairs.

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wolverina2002 · 6 months

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Colors

It starts almost by accident. Well, the action that starts it isn´t, Fives is making eye contact from the moment he sticks two fingers into the pot of paint all the way until he´s finished dragging a messy line of blue down Crosshair´s vembrace. He doesn´t say anything. Just stares, as if daring Crosshair to protest. He doesn´t. He keeps the paint.

But it´s an accident that he gets caught in a playfull scuffle between Longshot and Wooley, leaving messy, orange stripes and spots over his greaves.

"Sorry", Wooley yelps, not really sounding like he means it.

Then he throws himself back into the scuffle, leaving Crosshair to stare at the irregular pattern of orange speckeling all the way up to his knees.

"What´s up with the paint thing?", he finally asks an entire month later, watching Caterpillar trace a yellow skull onto his left rerebrace.

"You´re ours", Fives states, as if that explains everything.

It probably does, for him. For Crosshair, it explains nothing. His armor isn´t even the same as theirs, stolen and bought together, battered scrap looted from battlefields, paint long scraped off if it ever existed. It´s not a cohesive set like the others are wearing, old and well worn, comfortable. Painted so often that it might be impossible to scrape off.

"You´re ours", Wooley agrees, when Crosshair tries to protest him refreshing the sloppy pattern on his greaves.

What that means, Crosshair doesn´t know anymore than he understands the importance of paint. He went with them, when Fives and Wooley blew the laboratory three ways to hell and broke out everyone that wanted to come. He stayed, on a stolen light cruiser, because he has nowhere else to go. Does that make him one of them?

"What does that mean?", he asks Glitch as the kid touches up his own paint. "To be yours?"

Glitch hums and tips the handle of the paintbrush against his chin, heedless of the purple paint dripping onto his plackart.

"It means you´re vod. We´re there for you. Always."

Crosshair stares down at the purple spiral, still drying on his other rerembrace. He remembers a similar promise, shattered into pieces that still stab between his ribs. He can´t make himself believe it.

"I got you this", Sev grumbles and smacks a pot of paint into Crosshair´s palm.

Over the weeks, Crosshair´s armor has aquired a rainbow of colors. Some are carefull markings, little geometrically precise things drawn with fingers and brushes. Others are careless, sloppy spatter, flicked playfully at him during painting sessions. He never owned paint of his own. Never felt like he had a claim to a particular color.

The paint Sev got him is CF99-crimson. He thought it´d feel familiar, but it only makes him feel sick.

He throws it across the room. Goes to the refresher to vomit. Takes a long water shower, trying to sluice off the slimy, revolting crawling on his skin. Considers tossing the paint into the recycler.

He ends up keeping it in the very last corner off his foot locker. He isn´t sure if he´ll ever want to wear crimson again, and not because it reminds him of dried blood.

It feels like the color itself betrayed him.

"Can I have that?", he asks, pointing to the pot of black paint.

Blitz gives him a surprised look. Crosshair accepts and even appreciates the others using his armor as a canvas, but he´s never asked for a specific color before. But he hands it over easily enough.

He hesitates. Swallows thickly. His hands still tremble, and while he´s learned to compensate while shooting, he can´t mess this up.

"Dogma? C-can I have a hand?"

He needs this to be good. He ... needs it to be perfect. He shows Dogma what he wants, gratefull that they´ve left his chestplate alone.

Every other bit of paint is nice, comforting, grounding. The black silhuette of a vulture on his chest is ... important. Honoring, Fives calls it.

Noone asks. Noone lets any other color get near it.

"We´re joining the main body of the Rebellion", Cody says, steady resolve in his voice. "We can´t abandon them to this fight."

Those who don´t feel like they can keep fighting can go. Most stay. Crosshair joins the others in inspecting their armor, touching up the paint. He studies the riot of colors on his armor, Cody´s words ratteling around in his head.

We can´t abandon them. Abandon this fight.

Torrent blue. Ghost gold. Star yellow. Quake green. Howzer´s teal. Guard red. Lightning and Nova purple.

Mayday´s black.

We can´t abandon them to this fight.

His batch abandoned this fight just like they abandoned him. Crosshair can´t blame them for not fighting the empire, but ... he feels like he can resent them, just a little, for abandoning the regs. To the empire. To the chip.

But ... I didn´t abandon them.

He´s been helping Cody free regs from all kinds of situations ever since Kix deemed him well enough to be off ship for longer than thirty minutes. He and Fives have become a comfortable team. He ... he´s still Crosshair, CF99´s sniper. 100% success rate.

The others have abandoned this fight. Crosshair hasn´t.

"Touch up what you want", he says, gesturing at his armor. "Leave the right spaulder free. I need to fetch something."

He knows he´ll come back to the lines of the vulture being crisp and the rest of his kit looking like a unicorn threw up over it. He doesn´t care, really. It´s a claim staked on him, and he doesn´t mind.

He has his own claim to stake.

Cody doesn´t comment when he sees the crimson 99 on Crosshair´s shoulder. Nobody does. They know what it is. A challange, a claim to a reputation and duty. A message. Maybe, just a little, a suck-this to Hunter.

You abandoned me. You abandoned THIS.

He was ... wrong, when he told them that their talents would be of use in the empire. But he wasn´t wrong about wasting their lives as mercenaries being the wrong choice. They still have a responsibility to their vode.

I won´t abandon them.

#star wars #fanfiction #crosshair

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lucky-chaos · 1 year

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And I fell in love...

Fell in love with a laugh, with the silly jokes you tell and the way you smile.

With the way your hands grasped around mine, the way you let me rest my head on your shoulders when i was to tired to stand.

I fell in love with your beautiful hazel toned eyes, with speckels of gold around them and the way the sun light makes them shine.

With your hair, so bright, so red. With the way it falls over your shoulders to the Middle of your back, the way it contours your face making it seem like a framed piece of art.

You're my definition perfect, because to me that's what you are.

And all of this is unfortunate, cause I'll never be the one you want...

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rizwan1810 · 2 months

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Sherlock holmes/Arthur Conan doyle

What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times? Sherlock homes — the ever green Ace detective has been an integral part of my growing up years. These series have repeatedly created various artists every time it feels like watching it for the first time . My tops are Hound of Baskerville The speckeled band The sign of four Scandal in bohemian The valley of fear. Which one…

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#dailyprompt #dailyprompt-1876

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nyitlnprncss-blog · 2 months

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tastystoppicksboutique · 2 years

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Ann Taylor Wool Blend Flat Front Pants.

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ajdouglaswrites · 2 years

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It's been quite a weekend for my household. Ending with my family adding six new additions! We have a mystic maran, speckeled sussex, golden laced wyandotte (Karen), black australorp (Margaret Hatcher), barred rock, and blue plymouth rock (Dorothy). My boys are absolutely in love with them. 🥰

They're just huddled in the corner because they are still skittish around us. I have an IR temp gun to make sure their brooder is warm enough.

#chicken #hen #pullets #chicks #chicken mom

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itracing · 3 years

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Mercedes-AMG GT3

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#Mercedes-AMG GT3 #Mercedes-AMG #Mercedes amg gt3 #cars #mercedes #racing #gt3 #Ricci Speckels

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itcars · 3 years

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Mercedes-Benz 300 SL

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#Mercedes-Benz 300 SL #Mercedes 300 SL #mercedes #cars #supercars #gull-wing #german #germany #300sl #ricci speckels #mercedes 300sl #classic cars

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zackinthegreen · 4 years

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I used to get really mad when people would say how opening a banana from the bottom is "WAY easier" than from the top because 1.) I've never had trouble opening a banana from the top 2.) pinching from the bottom seems like it would just lead to a mess and 3.) the idea of using the stem as a holder was absolutely wild to be because the stem is NOT strong enough to hold up the weight of the banana

but I realize that its probably that they are eating under-ripe and I'm eating over-ripe

#speckeled bananas are best bananas

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mauricesmall · 5 years

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