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teddybearsims · 8 months

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tldr; cat got his milk

text: bear.exe has stopped working... August: meow~~ Bear: what the fuck are you wearing? A: what? you don't like it? one of my followers gifted it to me. B: since when do they send you kinky shit in the mail? A: oh? you think it's kinky? what's wrong with you? B: now you're just provoking me-- A: am I? are you going to do something about it?

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims #ts4 #s4 #simblr #ts4 edit #sim: bear #sim: august #reposted w diff text bc the background makes it easier to read I think ;--; <3 #but ANYWAY #shoutout to the clipping hands <3 #just a lil snippet of bratty august #he is so very annoying #and I love him so #I wanna squish him

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lilac-5ky · 2 years

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Insomnia (Takasugi x Fem!Reader Oneshot)

A/N: okay, maybe I'm not fine at all after watching SA arc. maybe this is more painful than intended. maybe this is softer than intended. so what? lemme pour my depression into something with this short fic.

spoiler alert: i can't believe i did this in the end.

Plot: You can't sleep and you go to Takasugi for help.

Warning: Emotional Damage

"I can’t sleep."

"Hmm?" Takasugi asked, not bothering to lift his gaze off the assortment of papers on his desk.

The room was quiet, and so was the ship, the only sound you could discern being the quiet rumble of the engines inside the vessel’s bowels. It felt as if the only two people still unaffected by the night were you and him. Even at this time of the day, he refused to take a break, dealing with the most insignificant paperwork all by himself.

Perhaps working himself to this extent offered him some sort of comfort, deluding him into thinking that he was moving forward even when his own heart had seemingly stopped in the past.

"Let me sleep with you." You asked in a voice that sounded more like a command.

"Can’t you see I'm working?" He mumbled, ignoring your presence even as you leaned over his shoulder.

"The Kiheitai thank you for your contribution to our fight with this basket full of yak-" You attempted to read his scribbling when he snatched it away from your sight.

"Whom are you trying to thank with Yakult? Is it our new allies?"

Takasugi flipped the letter upside down, propping his elbows on top of it. He didn’t mean for you to pry into his business, though you couldn’t help but smile at his simplicity. Even when he was a man who could read into the wants of others with ease, he always struggled with the simplest things, such as thanking or apologizing to someone.

"If you sleep with me, I’ll take care of your letter for you."

"Aren't you daring." He pointed out, crumbling the paper into a ball.

Despite his snarky comment, you could see his green orb shimmer at the sound of your words, visibly interested in your proposition. After all, you were far better at such mundane and inconspicuous things than he could ever aspire to be.

Defeated, Takasugi let out a sigh, dragging his chair off to the side.

"Five letters. And you’d better keep the gift appropriate," he said, moving towards the corner where his covers lied "they aren’t our friends. Just foul cards to be discarded in the next round."

"With yakult setting the bar, I think I'll manage." You smiled, watching as he set the futon onto the floor.

Although his back was turned on you, you could already feel the irritation exuding from his body. With his nose shriveling and his bottom lip twitching ever so slightly, Takasugi’s menacing aura was enough to cloud the entire room.

"Will you stop fooling around?"

Instead of picking a fight or arguing back, he lied against the futon, covering his lower half with the covers.

"Won’t you switch to something else?" You asked, nodding at his purple yukata.

It wasn’t particularly rare for him to sleep in his everyday clothes, considering most of the time he was forced to be en garde. Such special privileges come with being a world class terrorist.

"Just shut it and sleep already." He mumbled against the pillow, patting for you to lie beside him.

"Yes, sir." You humored once you’d comfortably slipped underneath the covers.

It was so nice and warm. Him, that was.

"Shinsuke?" You asked, pressing your body tight against his.

"I know, I know."

A pair of arms snaked around your waist, enclosing you in a snug embrace. He knew you so well, you noted as you squeezed your eyes shut. You always felt safe in his arms; it’d be only a matter of minutes for you to drift off.

Or so you thought.

After fifteen minutes that felt more like a millennia passed, you felt your own eyelids protesting. Forcing them shut had no effect on you. No matter what, you just couldn’t fall asleep.

"Shinsuke?" You asked again, in a quieter voice than the one you used before. "Are you sleeping?"

Rather than giving you an answer, he simply sighed, his hot breath lightly tingling the shell of your ear.

"Can’t you help me a bit more?"

For a moment, it was so quiet that the only sound in the room was that of his breathing heaving against your back. Could he have fallen asleep already? Had you misheard?

"What should I do?" Takasugi asked in a breathy tone. Perhaps he was more tired than he’d like to admit.

"Well… how about you narrate a story for me? Your voice is… soothing." You admitted.

"Why do I have to engage in Kamishibai this late?" He protested, attempting to drag his arms away.

"N-no, it’s fine." You said, fixing his arms back in place. "How about we talk then?"

"Is there something on your mind?" He asked.

You took about a minute to contemplate everything that transpired today. Unfortunately, it was a rather mundane day with nothing particularly interesting or bothersome happening.

"…Not really."

A muffled chuckle echoed from behind.

"You are hopeless." He scoffed, pressing his lips closer to your ear. "You’d better listen carefully now."

To your surprise, Takasugi began to talk on his own, mindlessly monologuing about his future plans and other work-related subjects, such as upcoming missions and the complex strategies Takechi’d come up with. He didn’t shy away from details either, babbling to you about the new types of ammo he’d cashed in, as well as the individual prices for each cargo.

You could tell he was doing his best to bore you, bringing up technicalities that neither of you found particularly fascinating, but when such technicalities were spoken in his voice, you had a hard time not paying attention. You could listen to him talk for the rest of eternity if needed.

Once he was done listing every single thing from his to-do list, he started talking about matters that involved your crew-mates. From Matako accidentally knocking Takechi out when he impersonated him and Bansai taking an extended leave to compose new songs for that pop idol, to Kamui following him around like some sort of bloodthirsty hound, demanding a duel every living moment of his life.

All the while he talked about his friends, a hint of warmth had seeped into his words, one that he’d never openly admit to possessing. Thinking of his comrades and friends as disposable tools had always been easier on him, even when neither he nor you believed that. To them, his ties with them were perhaps some of the most important of those he’d forged. In his own way, he cared to preserve each and every one of them, silently protecting all of you with his blade through thick and thin. That’s just the kind of man he was.

You had no idea how much time had passed, your ears attuned to his voice and your lids bating along to his words. If asked, you’d fail to retrace everything he’d said, though that didn’t stop you from listening intently to his every word with a smile on your face. It was rare for him to be so open without nagging, and it really was nice of him to give it a try, but... your problem was still there. You still failed to sleep.

"… And because of that, I doubt those Hitotsubashi goons will value their... word." He concluded, a soft yawn intercepting his sentence.

"You are right, they can’t be trusted. Such people only deal in power and money, they care about neither affiliation nor allegiance."

"You are still awake?" He asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

He must have thought that after subjecting you to such a prolonged lecture, you would have finally fallen asleep, yet you were still there.

"I’m sorry… I couldn’t help but pay attention. After all, you remain my commander." You said, admittedly embarrassed.

Somehow, having such an intimate relationship with the man who was supposed to be your boss always made you feel a bit giddy. Out of all the women on board, out of all the women in the world, you were the one he’d chosen, the one who shared everything with him, his bed and life included.

"Then as your commander, I command you to sleep."

"It doesn’t work like this!" You objected, bumping your elbow onto his stomach.

Takasugi heaved another sigh. It wasn’t as if you meant to torture him, really. Most of the time, lying by his side was all it took for you to doze off, though that wasn’t the case at the moment. Neither his ramblings nor his hugs were enough to lull you to sleep.

That’s it!

"I have an idea!" You exclaimed. "How about you sing something for me?"

A strangled sound followed your words, presumably from his side. If you didn’t know any better, you would have mistaken that for him choking.

"Are you out of your mind?" He asked in disbelief.

Though you couldn’t see it, a light shade of red bloomed across his cheeks, the proposition alone being enough to abash him.

"I think I can fall asleep to your voice if there are no words for me to read into."

You turned your head around, attempting to steal a glimpse of his face when he averted his eye from yours, trying his best to keep his own embarrassment to himself.

"Please?" You begged, briefly nuzzling his neck.

The faint smell of tobacco was etched in his yukata’s hem, though it didn’t bother you. If anything, his scent had always been a source of comfort.

"If you fail to sleep this time, you are on your own." He muttered in a strict tone. "Turn around."

Obliging, you shifted to your original position, curling your body in between his arms. You were so excited that it was hard to keep to yourself. You couldn’t believe this was about to happen.

Takasugi took a final deep breath before pursing his lips together, producing a soft, near-inaudible sound that imitated a hum. At first you failed to recognize the song, the lack of lyrics giving you no clues as to what it was, yet that melody sounded oddly familiar. It wasn’t until he began to sparsely spell the lyrics that you realized his song was a traditional nursery rhyme, one meant as a lullaby.

Beyond that mountain, back to her home.

As a souvenir from her home, what did you get?

A toy drum and a small bamboo flute.

The way he sang for you was so intimate that before you knew it, you could feel your own heart thumping inside your chest to the rhythm. His voice was deep yet mellow, the affection he held for you pouring out of his every word while he cradled you, occasionally pressing his fingers tighter against your body.

"Y/N?" His humming had come to a stop, yet your eyes remained wide open.

There was no way for you to get any sleep that night, and for the first time, you were content with that. Even when Takasugi was right there, a part of you kept missing him no matter how many nights you slept together or how many mornings you woke up next to each other. No matter how much he gave to you, you always found yourself selfishly asking for more. You wanted all of him, all he had to give, just him.

"Y/N?" He asked again, gently prompting you to answer, while you did your best to remain still.

He’d already tried his best, there was no reason to keep requesting his aid. For now, pretending to have fallen asleep while comfortably resting in his arms was enough.

Once he made sure you had passed out, you felt his nose along with his lips pressing against the back of your head, planting a soft kiss on your hair.

"You have some nerve keeping me up only to sleep so soundly." He scoffed, no malice in his tone whatsoever.

"The least you can do is sleep well. As for me, I…"

He seemed hesitant. Even when he thought you were asleep, whispering those three little words was a task impossible for him. As long as he didn’t admit his feelings to you, as long as he kept them hidden in his heart, then maybe you wouldn’t slip away from him. Maybe withholding them from you was enough to save you from his curse.

"I…" He began again, only to hesitate once more.

"I hope the day will come when I can share those words with you. Perhaps after everything is settled... no," He shook his head, the tip of his nose rubbing against your nape. "We both know that day won’t come.

"In that case, I promise that until the day this wretched heart stops beating, it shall only beat for you. I... love you."

His words felt heavier than lead as they poured out of him, forcing your eyes to well up. You wanted to return them, to tell him and prove him just how much you loved him, but for now, all you could do was keep your eyes closed, silently weeping in your pretend slumber.

Until that day comes, my heart is yours. I love you, too.

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rippedstitch-s · 8 months

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SEPTEMBER 20, 2009.

Under the cut is a free-write detailing a moment in time of Asa Holland's extended stay at St. Irene's. (You can see his full timeline broken down here. )

Please check trigger warnings under the cut before proceeding with reading any further.

tw // medical malpractice, mention of electro-shock therapy, suicide & self harm mention.

--- SEPTEMBER 20, 2009.

Around 2 PM, every day, is when a stretch of sunlight reaches in from the one window in the quiet white room and hits the edge of Asa's mattress.

It curves across his sterile bed, a faded blanket, and by around 3:13 is when it begins to climb the wall. He sometimes counts the seconds - jittery orbs unable to focus too long unless something is ticking in his head, again and again.

Either no focus at all, or far too much.

He's heard other patients complain about the loud ticking clocks in their rooms. Asa almost wishes for it - the sound would turn to white noise. Would distract him, keep him in time like a metronome.

Normally he can sit and write, or draw. And Asa's side of the room has stacks of papers, old scribbles and drawings. Some from years ago, and others from the few days before. He's allowed books, but reading can hurt his head sometimes. Allowed to sit in the rec room and watch movies - but there's only so many times he can watch the three VHSes they have in a never-ending cycle. Half the voices on the television sound warped and garbled, as if they've swallowed mouthfuls of buzzing bugs.

Today he's been 'advised' to stay in bed. And the sunlight continues to slide over his limp feet, his prone legs. He's tired. Always tired after his session of ECT. Always tired after his meds. Always tired. He wonders if others living their lives out in primary school, out at work, walking somewhere on a cool day.. are they all tired, too?

A jolt of residual pain hits his head and fingers cling into sheets. His eyes go blank and then he tries to re-focus. Knuckles ghostly - face gaunt.

Is it supposed to be this way?

How does one ask a doctor if he's doing his job correctly, when your whole life has been doctors and nurses and pitying faces and sympathetic mumbles under breaths?

They know best. They must know best, or else why would this be happening to him?

The thin pillow beneath his head is damp with tears. His eyes feel like they're vibrating in his skull.

Why is this be happening to him?

The shock of phantom lightning to his skull is gone, but it doesn't mean the soreness leaves. Instead he feels simultaneously weightless and heavier than he's ever felt. His body is forming with the stiff mattress. Melting, contorting. Maybe he is the bed now. If a nurse walked in, would she even see him? Or would he be part of the furniture?

What is the life of a bedframe?

St. Irene's rooms are so old, paint peeling and crackling, and he can easily imagine this bed has been here since it's inception back in 1854. Old, disgusting rusty metal. He hates the way it squeaks when they hold him down.

So fussy, aren't we?

He wonders about the patients in 1854. Were the beds shiny and new for them? Did the old ECT machine Dr. Hartley pats the top of every week like some trusty steed exist back then? It wouldn't surprise Asa at all. It looks akin to a medieval torture device. Knobs and buttons he doesn't understand. The 'older apparatus' behind it that Dr. Hartley never uses any more, that looks like some helmet from a dungeon. An artifact. Maybe back then, it was used for something more exciting. Typhus, tuberculosis. Tetanus.

Other T-named diseases... there had to be more. Trypto... Tryptomania? Trythalagia? Tryanasis?

His focus stills on an old nail on the wall, above the empty bed on the other side of the small room.

His roommate is down the hall, watching a film. Asa's cheeks are still wet - eyes must be gummy and glassy too, though it's been a bit since he's looked in a mirror. Wouldn't want to anyways. Head is scratchy from the dull razor they used to shear him earlier.

Easier to get to that pesky head.

So focused on not pulling hairs before the ECT.

So kind of them.

He's motionless except for the occasional twitch of a foot or finger. He barely even blinks.

Just looks at the nail.

It's only 4:07 PM. He wonders if they will notice the nail, and if it will get confiscated.

Or is it enough to stab into the side of his own neck. Or maybe that spot, that burn, where his temple aches so much.

He wonders how long until he's tired enough to at least try it.

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#drabble #freewriting #closed #i've had this in the drafts for a while #asa muse has been fierce #and i love him so #please check TWs so you dont get uncomfy!

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rosesloveletters · 2 years

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Tell me why I’ve been quoting Lion for months and just now realized it.

#he lives in my mind rent free #and I love him so

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whitealbum · 3 months

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#i love him so much #kyle maclachlan ribs edit when?

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itsbrucey · 4 months

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Big fan of sun motifs in characters not necessarily being about positivity and happiness and how they're so " bright and warm" but instead being about fucking brutal they are.

Radiant. A FORCE of nature that will turn you to ash. That warmth that burns so hot it feels like ice. Piercing yellow and red and white. A character being a Sun because you cannot challenge a Sun without burning alive or taking everything down with them if victorious.

#this post is inspired by my dnd oc Beacon. whom i am workshopping again #gonna turn him into a really like....duty driven but fucking BRUTAL paladin.#The sun also being necessary for life....for structures of society and culture. like.... cmon #The sun is fucking terrifying and yall should recognize that more #ALSO THIS IS A SMALL LOVE LETTER TO HOLLOW KNIGHT'S THE RADIANCE #I LOVE YOU QUEEN!!!! YOU'RE SO SCARY!!!!!!#we need more of Her.

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lilislegacy · 2 months

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imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.

and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.

and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.

frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.

#but at least it makes sense why annabeth chase is dating him lol #I AM NOT SAYING PERCY IS A BIG DRINKER #if he even drinks at all #it’s just the frat boy concept #it’s just for the sake of the post #anyway #i love how fast his mood changes #he’s so terrifying #but in a cute way #frat boy percy #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #trials of apollo #chalice of the gods #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo

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shinybulbasaur · 11 months

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bxnnie-bxwl · 6 months

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love when bonnie does the thing

#he’s so silly #raising his arms like that I love him #fnaf bonnie #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers

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beesleeps · 24 days

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#dungeon meshi #laios touden #i just love him so much

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alatar-and-pallando · 6 months

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So, my spouse has been exploring his gender lately; he also just built himself a new laptop. Today he told me that he in an attempt to process some genderfeels through metaphor, he made a post on a trans forum along the lines of: "I'm a lifelong Windows user and I think I'm pretty good at it. I want to find out what Linux has to offer but I'm afraid I wouldn't be any good at it. And how do you choose the right Linux distro, anyway? Do you have to try them all?"

The responses, he said, were a mix of useful advice about feeling out your gender and useful advice about choosing a Linux distro.

I love trans people so much

Edit 4/8, in case you don't see the reblogged additions -- my wife is now going by Eve!

#and i love my nerdy-ass spouse #sticking with he/him pronouns unless/until he says otherwise #also: so glad that my own gender process played out in front of him and that he's now comfortable figuring his out in front of me #trans tag #my posts #linux #trans

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