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good-beanswrites · 9 months

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hiihiii i love the way u write shidou smmmm so if ur requests r still open id like something with shidou + lies <3

Hellooo thank you!! Shidou zoomed his way into my favorites and I really enjoy writing him, haha! Here's a bit of him hanging with the smoking group T1

The problem with lying, Shidou had found, is that you end up fooling everyone involved. If you spend time trying to deceive someone, the people close to you will also believe it. If you continue, it will affect all those in proximity. And, if you do it for long enough, you’ll start to deceive yourself.

Shidou had certainly lost track of his lies for a while. Right before it had all come crashing down around him, he’d almost believed all the beautiful tales of hope and health he’d been spreading. He’d almost seen the world as the place he’d been describing.

And then the truth hit him; it crushed him. Seeing all the blood on his hands, he’d tried to swear the whole thing off in what little time he had left in this life. But, like his other habits, it was a difficult one to break.

He exhaled smoke into the room, listening to Mikoto go on about the busy days of his office job. Shidou was concerned how he still spoke about everything as if he’d be heading right back after all this.

He wanted nothing more than to sit him down for an examination. There were several reasons he may not remember his crime -- it was most likely the emotional shock, but Shidou couldn’t rule out the possibility of a head injury, an illness, a seizure, a stroke, or even it being a side effect of whatever drugs Milgram must have given the prisoners when bringing them here. It took everything in him to let Mikoto be. After all, no one was going to request help from a “killer doctor,” and he didn’t have any of his usual equipment.

So he just stood and smoked in silence.

“What about you?” Kazui asked. “My line of work definitely stressed me out, too. But I don’t think I’ve seen you bat an eye at anything since coming here.” He nudged Shidou. “Are you just as cool under pressure as those movie doctors?”

Shidou’s lips angled to a smile. “I suppose so. Though, I believe they look calm because they’re meant to appear perfectly competent. I’m calm so that patients don’t realize I am imperfect.”

Was that all he was, when he killed those people? Just ‘imperfect’?

Seeing the way Mikoto’s eyebrows shot up, he clarified, “I’m very competent, mind you. But no doctor is perfect. Many patients will panic if you show even the slightest sign of doubt.”

He teased, “so you just lie to everyone all day? Damn, remind me to watch out the next time I go in for a checkup.”

“No, it isn’t like that.” Wasn’t it?

The other two continued the conversation, but Shidou grew quiet. Was that something else he’d started to believe? Another thing he’d convinced himself was normal when, in fact, it was very, very wrong?

“I get that. Confidence is really important when dealing with dangerous situations.”

“Heh, I’ve definitely put up a bit of an act around here for some of the younger prisoners. I think it’s been helping, they seem calmer from when this all started.”

That’s right -- his goal was always to help, to calm. He watched Mikoto rub his temple absently, and knew another headache was approaching and knew what to do for it. He’d helped Haruka get over a cold the past week. He and Kotoko had discussed nutrition tips the other day. He was still doing good. The smile that he put up for the others was still doing good.

“Well, I’m glad we’ve got a professional around here.” Kazui gestured his cigarette to Shidou, snapping him away from his thoughts. “Nothing against the guard, but it’s nice to have someone like you who can help me look out for everyone.”

“Yeah, feel better about being here already!” Mikoto slung an arm around him. The boy's expression showed he was trying to appear in on some joke. “So, doc, you think that all of us are getting out of this crazy place in one piece?”

Shidou wanted to warn him the situation was more serious than he knew. Milgram was not a big joke. He was not a man to be trusted. He was not a man to be forgiven.

But old habits die hard.

“Oh, I'm sure of it.”

#milgram #shidou kirisaki #mikoto kayano #thank you for the request ahh!! i tried to peek into his mind a bit more -- hes got a lot going on in there ough...#its neat that he and kazui are such different flavors of liars #kazui is hiding himself out of fear - always painfully aware of the truth #but shidou lies to make others happy and help more people and to save more lives - all the while believing it a bit himself #many of the other prisoners reached the end of their patience with their lies/what they were hiding. they finally broke.#but shidous final murder happened because he was completely consumed by his own lie #and now - despite having suicide-level guilt over it - hes still helping people and needing to put up those old masks #hes just so !!!! *shakes him violently*#on another note he strikes me as the type to be constantly noticing things and itching to help #everyones kinda sure that mikotos trauma is repressing his memory but shidou is the only one who it Really bothers #anyway i hope you enjoy!#drabbles

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hcsfff · 5 months

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13 or 14

Desert duo, because I'm a sucker for them - ♤

I chose 13! A song about second chances. Warning for everything that happens in 3rd Life lol

Grian's eyes were blurred, by blood or tears he couldn't tell, making it difficult to look back at Scar. Scar's body was where he fell, not far from Pizza's grave, just outside the circle of cactus they were supposed to fight in. Grian had a horrible pit in his stomach, but the game wasn't over yet, was it?

“One more life to go.” Grian smiled as he turned away from Scar, tucking his wings in as tightly as he could, and jumping from the cliff. As he fell, only one thought filled his head. A single thought that was snuffed out when his head hit the sharp rocks at the bottom of the cliff.

“I want to try again.”

When Grian opened his eyes, he was standing near a ruined portal, a tree half broken in front of him, some wood in his hand. Huh. What was he doing here? Grian checked his inventory, but he didn't have anything else on him.

What in the world was going on? This was… a hard-core world, wasn't it? Why was he here? He should be dead after he jumped, right? Or was that just a dream? Maybe this was the dream? It didn't matter, actually, because he needed supplies before it got dark.

Grian collected some gear from the ruined portal, got his first stone tools, and killed some salmon for food. After that he finally checked his communicator. It seemed like all his friends were here. Even Scar. So… what happened before was just a dream, right? It had to be.

Eventually Grian met up with BigB. He smiled at Grian, “Wow, nice enchanted armor!”

“Yeah, yeah, I went caving and-” Grian stopped himself. This felt so familiar. Hadn't this happened at the beginning of 3rd Life? Didn't that mean that Joel and Tango were about to show up?

“Hey guys!” Joel ran over with Tango.

Grian felt sick. He never felt deja vu like this before. He honestly couldn't tell what was reality or a dream. He pinched his cheek, but since it really hurt, this must be real.

He didn't want to question it anymore, even as more and more events repeated. He played along like it was the only thing he could do. That is, until he saw a creeper.

This. This was the moment that he killed Scar, wasn't it?

Grian took a good hard look at reality as the creeper chased after him. He knew what was going on here. This wasn't a dream. Time was repeating, wasn't it? Grian wouldn't let things continue on the same as he had before. He stopped before he reached Scar, holding up his shield. The creeper hissed, exploding right in his face.

Grian was blown up by Creeper.

Maybe he hadn't gotten the shield up in time, because the force of the explosion hit him a lot harder than he thought it would. His hearts disintegrated into none.

Grian respawned, his heart thumping in his chest. He had prevented Scar's death though, hadn't he?

Right. Somehow he had been given a second chance at this game. And this time he wouldn't let Scar die. This time, things would be different.

#desert duo #i love time loops #anyway i hope you enjoy!

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bigoltrashpile · 11 months

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I’m been trying to wrack my brain for a proper MerMay prompt but it’s the last day and I still have nothing so uh freebie I suppose it just has to be mermaid related lmaooo

OH SHIT LAST DAY OF MERMAY LET'S DO IT

As long as you could remember, you'd been fascinated by the ocean. Its so beautiful, yet terrifying. Endless, dark, and full of absolutely fascinating life. So, as soon as you were old enough, you immediately began your marine biology degree.

College was hard, but you loved learning about the different ways animals and plants could survive in such an extreme environment. You loved it! But you really wanted to be out on the ocean, instead of just in the classroom. So after years of pinched pennies, searching your couch cushions, and a swear jar, you finally got together enough money to buy your own boat.

It wasn't anything fancy. Just a little sailboat, equipped with a motor, a cramped cabin below decks, and a bit of a leak. It was small, but it was yours. As soon as you had the chance, you took it out on the sea.

Your hands were practically shaking in excitement as you unfurled the sails. It was a cloudy day, with a storm predicted for later that evening, but that wasn't about to stop you. If worse came to worst, you could always stay in the cabin until it blew over.

Finally, you were underway. You stood on the bow, the wind whistling through your hair and the sail above you billowing. You took in a deep breath, relishing the slight sting of salt. This was where you belonged, on the open sea.

You spent most of the day sailing, just enjoying being out on the water. After a while, you couldn't even see the land anymore! Around sunset, you finally decided to head back, when-

CRASH!

You yelped as a bolt of lightning struck the water. It was about a mile away from you, but it still felt incredibly close. You looked up at the sky. The rain was beginning to fall now. "Shit," you muttered. You frantically began to put the sail up. It would be useless in a storm, and you didn't want it to get struck by lightning. It seemed like you would have to rely on the motor. The old, shitty, half-broken motor. Great.

You dashed to the back of the boat, already soaked to the bone. The rain was coming down in sheets now, and the lightning seemed to be coming closer. You reached the motor and-

It didn't start.

"Come on!" you groaned in frustration. You tried to start it again. Nothing. Third time's the charm, and...

It started! It sounded like it had smoked a pack a day for thirty years, but it was working! No sooner did you feel relief, when-

A horrible sound. A mix between a crunch, a scream, and a squelch. The sky was dark now, but in the brief flashes of lightning, you could see a horrible red staining the water.

You gasped. Immediately, you turned off the motor. It wasn't important now. Something was hurt! You leaned over the side of the boat, desperate to see what had happened.

The light from the setting sun was completely blocked by the heavy clouds. You squinted, trying to see through the dark and the pouring rain.

CRASH!

The lightning and the thunder were almost inseparable now. In the flash, you saw something.

A skeleton.

Or, at least, the skull of one. You could just see their eyesockets peeking above the water, glaring right at you with burning red lights. It was alive! With a gasp, you fell back, your ass hitting the deck hard.

A skeletal hand appeared on top of the gunwale. The skeleton...thing's sharp claws dug in so hard that you were sure you heard the wood splinter. The other hand appeared, and then the rest of it.

Another flash of lightning lit up the sky, just as the skeleton pulled itself onto the deck. It had wickedly sharp teeth, and a long, angled face. Scars covered its bones, but the three claw marks over its eye socket were especially noticeable. You couldn't move. You couldn't scream. All you could do was stare as your certain doom drew closer.

You managed to tear your eyes away from the skeleton's teeth (the teeth that would probably tear out your throat, you thought) and noticed its lower half. It was...a fish. Bloody scales and a tough, muscular tail replaced the legs of the skeleton. Finally, you knew where the blood in the water came from.

"Y-you're hurt," you managed to squeak out. "I can help! Please don't kill me!"

That seemed to give the skeleton, or, mer-skeleton, pause. It glared at you, eyes full of malice. You met its gaze, trying hard not to be intimidated. If it could understand you, maybe you could find a way out of this. If not, well, at least you would go with some dignity.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the skeleton collapsed. Its arms couldn't seem to hold the rest of its body up anymore. The blood loss and shock was getting to him. You jumped up and ran over to his side.

There was a huge gash in the skeleton's tail, but you couldn't get a proper look with the blood covering it, and the rain obscuring your vision. "I'm going to take you inside, okay?" you finally said.

The skeleton snarled weakly, but didn't fight when you threw his arms over your shoulder. With a lot of effort, and a bit of help from your unexpected guest, you managed to drag him into the cabin.

Now that you were inside, and a lot closer, you could see a lot more details. You carefully laid the skeleton down on the floor. The first thing you noticed was how big he was. The torso was a bit above average, for a human, but the lower half was easily seven feet long. Looking closer, the tail seemed to be that of a tiger shark, littered with more scars. You couldn't worry about that, though. The gash in its side was more pressing than just admiring him.

Wait. When did you start thinking of it as a him?

You quickly pushed that thought away. "Stay here," you told him gently. You gave him the best smile you could manage, before racing off to get some supplies.

You quickly gathered towels, a tub of warm water, and the first aid kit that you had, thankfully, remembered to put under the sink when you first bought the boat. You returned to find the skeleton, now leaning heavily against the wall, looking ready to fight his way out. His head was held high, teeth bared, and arms out, making himself look bigger.

You approached carefully, trying to give him a wide berth in the cabin that was barely bigger than he was. "It's okay," you said soothingly. You tried to keep your voice calm and low. You lowered yourself to the wound. "I'm here to help. Don't worry."

"YOU? HELP?" The voice that came out of his mouth made you jump. He could talk??? "YOU'RE THE ONE THAT TRIED TO KILL ME IN THE FIRST PLACE."

"I-I-" you stammered. "You can talk?"

"I'M NOT AN IDIOT."

"I never said you were!" you tried to defend yourself. "I just...thought you were a fish...skeleton...thing. But that's not important!" You shook your head. "I study fish! I know how to help!"

Before you could blink, the skeleton's hand was around your neck. Your instincts kicked in, and you tried to pull his hand away. It was no use, his grip was like a vice! "Don't Try Anything, I Won't Hesitate To Rip You Apart," he growled low in your ear.

You swallowed hard, feeling the claws prick your neck slightly. Frantically, you nodded. After another long moment, the skeleton let go of your neck. "GOOD."

Shaking, you knelt down to his side. Now that you were close, you could see that the gash wasn't too deep. It hadn't hit bone, at least, but there was no sign that the bleeding was slowing. You carefully soaked a towel in the water, before beginning to clean the wound.

For about five painfully awkward minutes, the skeleton stared down at you in silence. The only sound was the rain pounding against the deck above you, and the slosh of water as you soaked the towels. After a while, you cleared your throat awkwardly. "So, um...what's your name?"

"....NOIR."

"Nice to meet you," you said awkwardly. How do you make conversation with a mermaid skeleton thing while trying to heal a wound that you caused? "Do you...live around here?"

Noir rolled his red eyelights, finally looking away for a moment. "YES, I 'LIVE AROUND HERE.' I WAS SIMPLY HUNTING IN THE RAIN, BEFORE YOU SO RUDELY TRIED TO MURDER ME."

"I didn't try to murder you!" Now that you weren't about to die, you could appreciate his voice. It was rough, but not grating, and a pleasing tenor. "It was an accident! I was trying to get out of the storm, but...it didn't work. Obviously."

You sighed. "Okay, the blood is slowing down, but I think I'm going to need to suture it. Is...that okay?"

"OF COURSE. I CAN HANDLE A FEW MEASLY SUTURES."

You smiled. "Alright! Just hold still, please."

Very carefully, you began to stitch the wound shut. Noir sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. As if to play it off, he spoke again. "WHY WERE YOU OUT HERE IN SUCH A STORM?"

"Oh! Well, I really like the ocean," you admitted. "I'm actually studying marine biology..." That seemed to pique his interest. "And I finally managed to buy this boat, but...I guess I picked a bad day for a test run," you laughed weakly.

"I SEE." He looked away, finally. "WELL....THANK YOU." The words seemed like they were a struggle to get out.

You beamed up at him. "Of course! It is my fault you got hurt." You finally finished the stitches. They looked crooked and honestly kind of shitty, but not too bad for your first attempt, and on a shark skeleton no less! "Well, you're all patched up."

Noir seemed surprised, like he hadn't noticed. "AH. THAT WAS QUICK."

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. "You might not be able to swim well for a while...do you...want to stay the night?" Noir's eyes were back on you, but his bone brows (?) were high in surprise. "I-I'm not going anywhere tonight, obviously, but you're welcome to sleep here. Get your strength back up, I don't know, you can take the bed, of course, and..." You trailed off, incredibly awkward.

"I...I GUESS IT CAN'T HURT. I WILL STAY FOR THE NIGHT!"

You smiled. "Great!" You carefully helped him into the bed, trying hard not to jostle him too much. Even though his tail hung over most of the bed, he seemed okay, if a bit awkward. It was probably his first time in a bed, you thought to yourself absently.

You tried to make yourself comfortable on the floor, but...it was hard. The deck leaked, so you kept getting hit by raindrops. The floor was hard and cold, and you only had the spare blanket to cover yourself. As soon as you were about to fall asleep, you would get snapped back awake by the water or by a large wave.

"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE." Noir's voice made you jump once again. "THIS IS PATHETIC. GET IN HERE."

"But...you're in the bed?"

"WE CAN SHARE, AND YOUR CONSTANT MOVING AND SHIVERING IS KEEPING ME AWAKE!"

"How is me shivering keeping you awake-"

"JUST GET IN HERE!"

You giggled before carefully climbing into bed. You tried to keep your distance, but the bed was too small. Almost half of you was hanging off the bed, until-

Noir's arm wrapped around your shoulders and tugged you closer. "Relax, I Won't Kill You."

"O-oh. That's a relief." You were glad it was dark, or else he could see how flustered you were. "Um...I'll try to not bother you again."

"Good." Even though you were no longer hanging off the edge of the bed, Noir's arm didn't move. If you didn't know better, you would think you were...cuddling. Now that you were close, you could really appreciate Noir's face. Now that he was relaxed (and no longer about to murder you), he was very handsome. His sharp cheekbones, the scratches over his eye, the deadly teeth...

Finally, you closed your eyes. You could worry about those feelings in the morning. For now, you were just going to relax, and share a bed with your new friend.

#writing #papyrus #papyrus x reader #noir #undertale #undertale imagines #mermay #underfell #my garbage #i kind of went overboard with this one #lmao overboard #like boats #anyway i hope you enjoy!

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gumpistol · 6 months

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𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 + 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 & 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲

a beaten, injured, and tired luffy, in particular after a challenging fight where he had to go all out, gets extra clingy with his friends. he's usually exhausted afterward, which leaves him more vulnerable both physically and mentally. on top of that, he has to sleep A LOT more than he usually would (his normal average being 5 hours per night), as his body typically shuts down and forces the straw hat captain to sleep. thus, when in recovery, luffy likes taking naps with or sleeping close to his crewmates, and he likes the soft affection that comes from it.

he'll never admit it or at least say it out loud in any form of sincerity, but when luffy's body gets destroyed in those fights, the recovery is painful. however, due to having a high pain tolerance to begin with, he'll never show signs of that pain or discomfort on his face. he firmly believes that as captain and protector of his friends and crew, he can't show that sort of weakness. at this point, the only ones who may have a true inkling of how much pain luffy is in during recovery would be zoro (after first-hand experiencing it himself at thriller bark) or those with the medical knowledge to know the true extent of the injuries (e.g. chopper, law, or marco). all of which at this point are asking "how is this guy even alive??"

so without actually voicing that he needs it and instead just demanding the snuggles, luffy goes about getting small comforts from physical touch while sleeping. instances like getting to lean against and lay his head on zoro's shoulder while they both snooze, or having his head in robin's lap while she reads, or even getting to hug chopper like a teddy bear while he sleeps in the infirmary all make the pain just a tad more bearable and worth it — as if these little things with the people he cares about are subconscious reminders to luffy of why he gives it his all to be the strongest and protect them.

these "clingy" sleep tendencies are not just reserved for the straw hats though. regardless of where he is, if healing from injuries, luffy will find the comfort of sleeping close to or literally on top of someone he cares about and deems a friend in order to reach that solace. i like to think he's fully slept on top of bepo at least once.

that being said, this need for physical touch and affection, as observed by his crew and those around him, initially seemed more like luffy just being luffy. however, over time it's become clear that the increased touch and closeness in moments between strenuous fights and new adventures, whether in the quiet lull at sea or in the homes of those showing gratitude for the strawhats' help, are more prevalent when the captain has injuries and fatigue to recover from. some of his crew would probably even say that it helps luffy recover faster.

#❝ I have to be stronger than everybody else…or else I’ll lose them all! ❞ — headcanons #i finally wrote it up!!! DX #this meta is the best one yet imo and it makes me feel all sorts of soft!#anyway i hope you enjoy!

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numbah34 · 1 year

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Happy (belated) Valentine's Day, @kseniyache! I hope your day was lovely!

Gift art (and bonus ficlet, linked below) made for the Plance Conservatory 2023 Valentine Exchange.

#34's art #plance #pidgance #flirtyrobot #plance conservatory valentine exchange 2023 #it finally happened y'all #a coffeeshop AU #combined with a college and library AU #this is loosely based on the design of my college library #right across from the checkout desks was a branch of our campus coffeeshop #to say i was a fan would be an understatement #the story has a pretty dramatic timeskip i feel i should warn you #i could have gone on and on... but deadlines exist #this whole idea came to me based off of 2 punny exchanges #anyway i hope you enjoy!

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darcymariaphoster · 26 days

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Chapters: 39/? Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Denmark/Finland/Norway/Sweden (Hetalia), Norway/Sweden (Hetalia), Denmark/Norway/Sweden (Hetalia), Denmark/Norway (Hetalia), Denmark/Sweden (Hetalia), Finland/Sweden (Hetalia), Finland/Norway (Hetalia), Denmark/Finland (Hetalia), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Austria/Hungary/Prussia (Hetalia) Characters: Nordics (Hetalia), Denmark (Hetalia), Norway (Hetalia), Sweden (Hetalia), Finland (Hetalia), Germany (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia), Poland (Hetalia), Lithuania (Hetalia), Austria (Hetalia), Estonia (Hetalia), Iceland (Hetalia), Sealand (Hetalia), Hetalia Original Character(s), Svalbard (Hetalia), Greenland (Hetalia), Latvia (Hetalia), Belarus (Hetalia), Hungary (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fantasy, Polyamory, OT4, Magic, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Thermokinesis, I don't know what to call Sweden's gift, Blood, War, probably fluff, Because I can't write without fluff, I'm writing this instead of finishing my other wip, this is definitely an indulgent fic, Very generous nod to the Viking Age, Soulmate AU, my attempt at a slow burn, .-., Mpreg, Family, Unique family dynamic, Raising children, Empath, Seer, Healer, I have done more research for this story than any other story, I just honestly hope that shows, Norse paganism, respectful nod to Sami culture, my take on some of the spiritual aspects of viking and Sami cultures Series: Part 1 of Nordic Tales Summary:

The Väinämöinen family is dead.

That's the news that sparks the building of a new and vast kingdom, one that promises to rival even the most powerful kingdoms in Europe. It's not the way Sigurd had imagined meeting any of his soul partners, under political terms and conditions. But here he is -- with three other men, conspiracy, and more personal challenges than he'd ever thought one could handle.

All he'd wanted was to be King.

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aibou-ftw · 1 year

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Girls’ Night (2/3) - Games

Fandom: Homestuck Pairing: John/Dave

“So John,” Dave whispers into your ear. God, he should seriously be arrested for using your name like that! “I have a secret for you, if you’re up for it.”

Unable to resist a good secret (especially from Dave!), you nod. “What is it?”

A shiver shoots up your spine once again when he nibbles on the shell of your ear. “It’s about what I’m gonna do to you when I finally get you alone.”

Oh fuck. This is not going to end well. You just know it.

#homestuck #johndave #pepsicola #hammertime #john egbert #dave strider #davejohn #Journeystuck #hom3stuck #oh mannn this might be the dirtiest thing I've ever written #definitely one of my faves #anyway I hope you enjoy!#aiboufics

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doubletaptrigger · 1 year

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Rating: General

Pairing: Miragehound

Words: 3864

Summary: Another crash. Followed shortly by:

“Hound I’ve lost my socks.”

“Are you sure they’re not on your feet?”

Elliott gasps.

“You are so smart.”

OR: Elliott drunk dials Hound and accidentally confesses his feelings

#miragehound #apex legends #miragehound fic #mine #i have not posted my fics to tumblr in in a hot minute so i'm going through a backlog whoops #anyway i hope you enjoy!

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little-pup-pip · 4 months

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Maybe a gender neutral Stardew valley stimboard with paci and deco

Kinda!!

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ahatintimepieces · 1 year

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Mari has found a comfortable rhythm only for the Shapeshifter to throw everything off-kilter! With this new revelation, she might be closer than ever to rescuing her friend, but now she’s terrified that maybe her friend never wanted to be found after all... And oh! She finally meets Mr. Tree!

#a hat in time #ahit prince #ahit florist #fey prince au #my writing #IT'S A BIG ONE AND I KINDA FORGOT HFBDHBV #no warning on my part my bad #anyway i hope you enjoy!#Thanks so much for reading #hope you're having a lovely weekend and I'll see you next week!

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good-beanswrites · 5 months

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Summary: Two slightly different tarot readings between prisoners.

Just a little thing about Mikoto doing a reading for Fuuta, and him returning the favor :)

#milgram #mikoto kayano #fuuta kajiyama #this was my placeholder title but it looks like its sticking now asdfsd #ao3 decided to go ahead and post before i was ready and i dont feel like digging for a new one now #i was sitting on this one for a while because i felt like it didnt have a Point #usually i try to work in a concluding theme or point but this is kinda just a little snapshot id say #i knew id hold onto it forever if i kept trying to 'fix' it while it was fine as it was #and with a little nudge from ao3 i guess its time 😂#i wrote it platonically but theres nothing stopping it from being read 0309 i suppose 👍#anyway i hope you enjoy!#fanfic

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snapback-gravity-falls · 2 years

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Anyway we could get a cute quick write of Dipper and Mabel laughing at a old baby album of Stan and Ford's before the Grunkles take it away and get back at them by looking at the twins' baby photos?

"Hey, Dipper, check out what I found!"

He looked up from his puzzle and saw his sister carrying a large book that looked like a photo album. Her grin was manic and infectious.

"What's in it?"

"Baby pictures!" She opened it and there was an old photo of two babies in a crib and another of an older set of twins with the car that was parked in front of the Shack. "It's our Grunkles!"

"Holy cow, these must be ancient," he grinned as he flipped the page.

There was a picture of the two of them--likely at the age of four--covered in mud and grinning up at the person taking the picture.

Mabel squealed. "Look at how cute they were!"

"They look a lot like us... or do we look a lot like them?"

"Whatever, there's bath pictures! Grunkle Ford looks like you when you're forced to bathe."

"You can't see their hands, how can you tell?"

She pointed to the other twin who grinned wider and brighter than the sun. "That's Grunkle Stan's smile."

"They have the same face!"

"We have the same face."

The two of them flipped through the old photos that ranged from infants to teenagers. There was one or two of a woman with dark hair and a warm, mischievous smile--their great-grandma. They'd seen pictures of her from their visits with Grandpa Shermie, but to see her was always a delight.

In the other room, Stanley chuckled. "They found our baby album."

Stanford looked up from his journal and smiled. "Is that so?"

"Yeah. They're arguing over who's who when they can't see our hands." He settled across the table from his twin. "Mabel's right about you hating baths."

"No kid likes baths."

"You're nearly sixty and I had to remind you last week to take a shower."

"I was nearing a scientific breakthrough."

"Sure you were."

#snapback ficlet #Dipper Pines #Mabel Pines #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #quick write #timer went off so fast #anyway i hope you enjoy!

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I just found your blog & love all your writing! (Also love ur Syrup the turtle pic!) This might be a weird request but can I ask for some (gender neutral) HCs of Batter being a dad to a nice spectre?

Hello! Thank you, I'm glad to hear you like it! Hehe, tortoises are simply the best and cutest animals, I love them, so I had to choose Syrup! And of course you can! In all honesty, I was just waiting for someone to request Dad Batter, expecting it to come in sooner or later!

Batter Being a Dad to a Nice Spectre

A fight with a spectre was one of uncertainty. Whereas some would summon companions from the echoes of their dead voices, others would split and curse him with effects of unknown consequences. Even if he did have Alpha at his side, there was only a finite amount of meat in his inventory that would cure his ailments. Despite the danger, Batter had to move on, fearless of the ghouls, and execute what he was tasked with.

One last spectre was left, with that one being located in the field of cows. Although they were usually found in groups, roaming an area together, this one may have been a bit different from the other ones. Perhaps caution was to be advised, something of solitary nature was likely capable of fending to the very death for the sole reason of life.

Even so, a spectre this small was not exactly what he had pictured. That, however, wasn’t what bewildered him the most: Somehow, instead of slaughtering the poor animals themself, they seemed to be playing with them, petting and talking to them, giggling whenever the livestock would respond. Considering the stench of fear and death a spectre would usually leave behind, this was something entirely new. But a spectre was a spectre, and so, he approached them regardless, his bat ready to enforce his judgement.

A surprise attack from behind may have been favourable, but a deity of fortune was not smiling upon him, for they turned around, their dead and empty eyes staring right at him. The fact that they had taken notice of him meant that the battle had now officially begun. Alpha’s glow reassured him of a certain victory as he took on a position allowing him to strike full force to end them as quickly as possible.

“That is such a cool bat, Mister!” They flew over to him, touching the aforementioned item. “Is it made of metal? It feels like it. Where did you get it?” Swirling around him like a tiny dust devil, they asked all sorts of questions. Although usually one to answer, this time, he was tentative, unsure of the necessity of doing so. Yet, on the other hand, the mere thought of beating this creature with his bat, it formed a knot in his stomach. Touching the brim of his cap, he lowered his weapon. The resident Elsen asked him to rid the field of them, but annihilating them was not an option.

“What are you doing here?”

For a second, they halted their excited examination. “I saw the cows and I wanted to play with them! They don’t run away in fear when they see me, unlike the misters with a square head.” As the sentence neared its end, they lowered the tone, as though saddened by the fact that no one had taken their invitation of dalliance. “And the grown-ups didn’t want to take me with them either.” The grown-ups?

“You are a child?”

“Yup!”

The knowledge alone that he had considered slaughtering them at all at first created a hole in his chest, piercing him with the void of a memory he wished he could discard. The other spectres were no longer with them, the Elsen would reject them for as long as they were still here. They weren’t dangerous, they were a child. Especially when watching them pass through Alpha, he was made aware that they likely wouldn’t last.

For as much as the very idea itself contrasted with his raison d'être, it was for the best that the weight of grief did not drag him down. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going, Mister? Are we going on an adventure?” The youthful spirit perked up, recovering from the disappointment of Alpha’s disappearance almost instantaneously.

“Sort of. I need to purify this world.”

“What’s that?” A constant companion that would not fight in battle, but heal his spirits when they were down. So many questions only those, untainted by the realities of life could ask. Even so, a false feeling of redemption for what could have been pushed him forwards. Breaking that wall ached, but denial was a strong cure, only beaten by a distraction making life’s purpose more powerful.

#off (game)#batter x reader #this is more of a Batter adopting a lil spectre #but by god if the concept isn't absolutely adorable #also Mortis Ghost said that Batter likes dad jokes #so I almost feel bad for the lil spectre having to sit through them #Dadder #can i just say that some spectres look so adorable though #like the obese spectre looks so squishy and huggable #an absolute unit that is absolutely friend shaped #anyway i hope you enjoy!

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