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yeyinde · 9 months

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Just saw a TikTok where a kid send their favorite stuff animal to his dad who's deployed. Just imagine this happening with 141 🥺 (I'm actually sending this to my favorite writers hoping I can get a cute scenario 😅)

I admire your honesty lmao. So. Here ya go:

—Gen. Reader (but tbh, *you're* a very minor part of this). Child is not named or gendered, either, and can easily be read as adopted instead of bio (with cheeky little hints geared toward this). Fluff(ish).

—I'm not really sure if this constitutes as cute but I wanted to try and write something that was extremely vague but also incredibly...not vague. Transparent, almost. This is that. A thought experiment. Enjoy.

On the surface, the package isn't anything special. Nondescript beige. Square. It's a bit beat up from its journey, bruised and dented like most boxes shipped halfway across the world tend to be, and much too light to be a care pack.

He sits in his assigned cot with a heavy sigh that creaks through aching bones and tender muscles, eyes already half mast from a day staring at sand dunes and trying to divine answers in gunpowder, reading bullets like tea leaves. Sleep isn't beckoning, it's screaming. Howling loud in his ears and knocking all his thoughts asunder.

He has half a mind to tuck the box aside, lay down with his boots still on, and sleep until it doesn't make his head split at the seams to keep his eyes open. It's needed, too. They head out tomorrow. Sure, firm, and bound in brass. An unavoidable calamity as they chase shadows with grasping hands, fingers always a hair too short to reach. He might, yet, he thinks, but the box is nearly weightless in his hands, and despite its featherlight heft in his lap, it calls to him.

If he waits, it'll never leave the sanctity of this safe house. It'll get lost in the shuffle. In the tumult tomorrow morning, a breath before dawn, will surely bring.

So, he opens it.

Clumsy fingers, numbed from curling around the butt of a gun all day, paw at the tape until it unravels in a messy cluster, sticking to the palm of his hand. He presses it to the side before slipping his fingers through the flaps.

It might be a letter asking for a divorce. He thinks about laughing, maybe, but the humour is bereft of reprieve.

You'd hit him, he thinks. Smack him upside the head for the very thought.

(Maybe dislodge the monsters in there, too.)

But when he peels back the lips, and peers inside, it isn't a letter. It's a bear.

Pocket sized, he remembers saying. A negotiation tactic in the middle of a toy aisle to keep the tears from flooding over a glistening lash line. It was as effective as he expected it to be, but the compromise, however shaky, was reinforced with the promise of McDonald's if they didn't cause a scene in the middle of the shops. Sniffles meet his ears still, but they slow, considering the offer. Head tilts adorably to the side (ladies in the aisle over coo). Then, sticky, wet fingers slapped his palm. Deal made. Done.

Done.

The bartering tool—a subpar toy for less than twenty dollars in lieu of a roaring dinosaur that was nearly seventy (Jesus fuckin' Christ)—becomes a reluctant ally against a set of imagined enemies, and then trusted friend. A companion, one carried everywhere—the bath, school, bed—and its loved state is shown through its disarray. Carried in patches of scant fur, in a nose that lost its glossy shine from too many kisses at night and in the morning, and just because ("because he's cute and he needs a kiss!"), and from rips and tears, and clumped cotton when it was hung to dry lopsidedly after spending a day at the beach. It's in the missing button on the little dungarees it wears, and the loose threads that split the seams.

It's just a bear, but—

"If anything happens to Mr Bear, I will die, dad!"

Little feet pounding the pavement, frantically searching for the fallen friend who slipped from the basket after a walk to the park. Eyes wide, wild, and filled with tears. Head swivelling in all directions.

"Why will you die, exactly?" He hedges, brows drawing taut. He's not versed in this well enough to know if this is alarming yet. Maybe. He thinks it might be, has a nagging suspicion that it is, but you offer a shrug in response, and he's calmed a bit by your nonreaction. Normal, then, he thinks, and turns back the way they came, peering at the grass for any signs of an ugly little bear.

"Because!" It's snapped in that waspish huff only children can muster—the one that says, duh! despite the absurdity of it all. "We share a heart. That's what mum says. And if a cat got him and he's all chewed up, and—"

You have the wherewithal to be a little bit sheepish when he turns to you, mouthing the words back.

"It was—," you start, shrugging. A touch embarrassed. A little flustered. It suits you, he finds. You wear it like an endearing garment. "It was just a joke, but kids take everything so literally, and so now—"

"Mind, body, heart, and soul!"

More little stomps. A pout forms. Wobbles. He bends down before the tears fall, gentle as he thinks he can be (and gentler some, because if parenthood has taught him anything, it's that his patience for a little being that picked him, that looked at him and said, you, you, you; I want you, is infinite) he places his hands on trembling shoulders, and tries to soothe the pain that etches in glossy eyes. Hand bearish and uncertain, but quivering from holding back, from offering nothing in this moment except liquid adoration and unfettered devotion. He feels it writ across the lines in his face.

"It's alright," he gruffs, and then hides a wince when the boney, fragile shoulders beneath his hands tense, shake. Soft as smoke, he adds: "we'll find the bastard—"

"Ahem!"

"—the bear."

A sniffle. "His name is Mister Bear and I love him to the moon and back."

It melts him in ways he never expected. Unthaws tundric parts of himself he thought were lost to permafrost; empty and void of life. It cracks, shatters. He moves, tugging the little body wracked with sobs tight to his chest as if he means to tuck them between his rib cage where they'll stay, a little bird safe and sound and untouched by the uglier parts of the world that wants to maim and hurt. Gentle shushes fall from his lips. Clumsy affection he doesn't know how to give but will learn if it means he can whisper the same words—to the moon and back—until his throat rots and his words turn to ash. Until his bones are brittle and weary, and the earth reclaims his life.

He says them, then, stilted and unsure, but firm. Heavy.

"Love you, little bird," he rasps, lips pressing tight to a plump cheek. "Now let's find that Bastar—" ahem! "—bear. That bear. Okay?"

The bastard was in a pile of rubbish by the side of the road. His ear was lost to the many washes he went through to rid the stench of trash and cat piss from his fur.

You'd scrubbed the bear in the sink before, it's little dungarees hung up to dry in the garden. He startled you, then, when his hands wrapped around your middle, tugging you tight to his chest. Your ring caught, cutting a clean stripe through the one beady it had left.

He paid it little mind at the time, too busy nipping the nape of your neck as you offered weak protests that fell apart when you arched into him. Pretty and wanting.

"Maybe another?" He'd rasped into your ear, eyes drifting down to the ugly, sodden bear in the sink. "Call up the stork and have one delivered tomorrow, mm?"

"You're ridiculous," you huffed but it wasn't no.

And it wasn't meant to be, either. He was called away three days later, the words murmured out while you stitched up the misshapen mess of a teddy bear in the living room. Patient to a fault, you'd simply smiled at him, taut and painful around the edges, and said, be safe.

The announcement of his departure wasn't nearly as smooth, though. A tantrum, fraught with heavy sobs and howled no's seemed to threaten to topple the house down over them all.

But you'd spoken words he couldn't hear, and moon-shaped eyes turned to him, fogged over with tears. There was acceptance buried in the webbing nebula, but it was shaky. Tenuous.

Childish hands hold him tight before he leaves. "Mr Bear always keeps me safe.

The sentiment was overlooked at the time. A passing murmur that was lost in the shuffle of packing, leaving. Kisses and whispered worries in the middle of the night.

But he thinks about it now, and tries not to laugh.

At the bottom of the box is a note. He'll keep you safe, too! Love you to the moon and back.

He tucks the bear into his breast pocket where it'll be the safest on this journey, and wonders what you thought about the whole mess. It makes his lips curl.

Halfway across the world, and they still make him smile.

#feels like im reinforcing bad behaviour #but #ahhhh well #no names are used in this #captain john price x reader #john price x reader

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daemones-angeli · 18 days

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Always feels odd knowing how I seem to just be, but a hop, skip, and a jump from wanting to die 👍

#lol #like it's not that serious but i guess it is a tad?#like we're good but still not great????#ahhhh well #hope everyone is doing well <333 #ramblings

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valentinoappreciator · 5 months

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you WILL look at my long and super impractical nails that i love to death

#photo #my post #nails #how on earth am i going to work with these #or fuck my wife #i dont know but my god i will find a way #maybe they really shouldn't have been this long...#ahhhh well

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binch-i-might-be · 1 year

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my insurance company sent me access to some digital anti stress/mental wellbeing course and while it's a nice gesture I'm afraid it won't teach me anything that half my lifetime spent in therapy didn't teach me already lmao

#thanks! unfortunately i am severely mentally ill lol #ahhhh well #rayrambles

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tinkonka · 2 years

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i have just bee mn dead all day bro

#i think im dehydrated?#ahhhh well

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8ptates · 7 months

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The Amazing digital circus pilot out of context

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #The pilot is so good ahhhh #I celebrate it with a shitpost #And some possible fanart in the future as well

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twilight-gullwing · 3 months

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a pretty flower for a pretty girl~🌸

#ffxiii #ffxiii-2 #serah farron #oerba dia vanille #varah #does this count as a crackship ahhhh #haven’t seen too many things of them in the wild #well they’re cute🥺#might make an au at some point akakaksks #my art

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hydrodragons · 1 month

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genshin impact ep ✧ breath of all-cleansing rain

#genshin impact #genshinedit #genshinimpactedit #genshinet #neuvillette #mine*#neuvillette*#GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE PULLING FOR HIM!!!!#im going for his c1 later + kazuha cons as well AHHHH im so nervous i hope my pulls go well 😭

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banchagu · 1 year

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Hi @tsubaki94, I was your gifter for the truce this year! Your comic was really interesting, so I wanted to try something with its related prompt – I hope you like the results (and that it makes decent sense 😅)! Happy holidays!!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #2022 holiday truce #the idea was danny first discovering his powers after the accident but i'm not sure how well that comes across ahhhh #also was definitely on a stop motion kick while drawing this lol

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hanafubukki · 5 months

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Happy Birthday Lilia Vanrouge! 💚🌻🌺

Summary: Lilia leaves you speechless even in the dream world.

You felt a sigh involuntarily escape you. Malleus had shown up in the dream, but Lilia had woken up.

You knew you should be worried, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Everything felt okay.

“I’ll give you a happy dream. What would you like? One with mother and father or one where you live peacefully with your son?”

Oh Malleus.

“You think you can take me on? You certainly can try~”

Okay, now I know where Malleus gets his brattiness from. That’s father and son for you.

You didn’t know if you felt exasperation or if you wanted to laugh.

“Okay everyone! Now we run!”

Now you couldn’t help but laugh as Lilia grabbed your hand on the way, pulling you along with a wink.

Yes, things were starting to feel alright again.

You knew Lilia was right. Only he could handle Malleus, but after spending so long trying to wake him up, you couldn’t blame everyone for hesitating.

Lilia was right though, Malleus would never hurt him. Playfully roughhouse as they always have done, but never truly hurt him.

“Father, let’s meet again. I have many things I want to talk to you about.”

I’m happy for you, Silver. You got to express yourself finally.

You fondly looked at the scene in front of you. Yes, you all would meet again. When this dream ended, when everything would be alright again.

“To the one I’ve met before,”

“Oh before I forget~”

Lilia turned to you with a grin, the dark red in his eyes surprising you.

He-

Only for him to pull you into a kiss.

The gasp you release only led him to deepen it.

“Meet in a Dream.”

He releases you with a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Until we meet again, Dearest.”

That cheeky-

You couldn’t react before Silver’s Unique Magic engulfed you in pastel colors.

The floor collapsed beneath you.

Not me kicking and giggling while writing that last scene. 💞😫, I hope it made you all feel the same way 🫶💚

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kraviolis · 1 year

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i told y’all. i told y’all i was gonna go crazy over this post made by @gummy-goat-galaxy

full disclosure i drew literally all of this before looking into the details of the AU so this is 70% my interpretation of his original post but i need to explain my thought process so. here’s the post explaining the details of the actual AU!!! and below is what my brain made up on the spot

ok so belos finds tiny child luz and is like “fuck everyone. this is mine now” and treats her like a goddamn princess. to him, she is a Gift From God to remind him to stay on his Righteous Path. an innocent little girl who is just so bubbly and always tries to see the good in everything, including him. she is a reminder of how Pure and Good humanity is, and seeing as though she’s the literal only human he’s had any contact with besides caleb in 400 fucking years, he is never letting the demon realm corrupt her like it did to him.

she’s basically his Lamb and he the Shepherd, and because he’s so desperate to keep her “““pure”““ he strictly keeps her within the castle and even then not all of the castle is available to her. he keeps her contact with witches to an absolute bare minimum.

he entrusts her protection specifically to hunter, despite the fact he’s only 2 years older. his reasoning is “caleb did a pretty good job raising me so this’ll be fine probably.” when belos himself cannot keep an eye on her, it’s hunter’s job. luz and hunter end up being raised in a sorta similar situation to catra & adora from she-ra but they are actually siblings and not just best friends.

(if u havent seen she-ra, basically its their abusive caretaker creating a golden child + scapegoat dynamic, where one kid can do absolutely no wrong (which doesnt mean they cant still be abused/manipulated!!) while the other kid is blamed for literally everything that goes wrong. the caretaker also regularly pits them against each other to encourage competition & keep the all power in the caretaker’s hands.)

similar to catra & adora, the whole competition thing doesnt really work. luz is just too damn kind and too damn good for hunter to ever resent her, and she’s all he really has. because hunter is the scapegoat, he grows wise to belos’s manipulations WAY sooner. it’s easier to figure out when you’re being mistreated when you literally watch ur guardian treating ur sibling so much better than how they treat u.

unfortunately, because luz cannot help but see the good in absolutely everyone and can be empathetic to a fault, she doesnt realize belos’s game until she ends up sneaking out of the castle. she actually really loves belos and is thankful for him taking her in for a long time. she calls him uncle like hunter, despite belos nudging her towards seeing him as a father bcus he sees her as a pseudo-daughter. (but luz remembers her dad, and has no desire to replace him with someone else no matter how much she cares for belos)

belos does love & adore luz, he would do almost anything to keep her happy and “innocent” and “pure”, but not to the extent that he could still end up redeemed. he still manipulates & subtly emotionally abuses her to keep her in line, but it’s only when she sneaks out and meets eda the owl lady does she start getting clued into this. and once luz learns what belos has done to hunter it’s all fucking over.

hunter loves luz. she is his sister and always will be. but while he’s stuck to belos because of his duties as golden guard, she sees how green the grass is on the other side and doesn’t even hesitate to hop over there. watching her slowly grow more and more distant while she keeps sneaking out to visit with her new friends (eda, king, willow, gus, amity, etc.) is one of the most painful things hunter has had to deal with.

he feels betrayed at first, as if luz is replacing him with other people who arent broken like he is, and when luz actually leaves for good- belos lies to the public and says she was kidnapped- hunter is the one who leads the hunt to find her and bring her back home safely. when they confront each other, luz tries to do her whole dramatic speech about how wrong belos is and how he’s been lying their whole lives, but hunter already knows. the only reason he stayed was for luz, but she couldnt even stay from him? it fuckin hurts man.

they end up on opposite sides for a minute. hunter gains no satisfaction from trying to ruin this new life she’s found for herself but goddamnit, he has a job to do. he cant just defect. and then he defects after watching belos try to kill luz because she’s let herself become corrupted by the witches.

thats about all my brain got for this so far. TL;DR basically just listen to the “first time in forever” and “mother knows best reprise” and “broken crown” by mumford & sons and thats pretty much the gist of it.

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bedlund · 1 month

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romantic theory print copy/graphic novel. all pictures from national geographic 1972-2007

(more pages under the cut)

#WELL it’s over. shout out to lulu dot com my only friend lulu dot com. fuck i’m so happy with how this turned out the printing quality is #flawless ahhhh. <- guy who loves objects #destiel #rt #romantic theory #fanbinding #myedit #me.txt

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missingn000 · 5 days

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hey all! i wrote a what-if character study & action fic for if king fought sanji instead of zoro during the raid on onigashima. i'd really love if you gave it a read! thanks so much!

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happy reading!