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ssentimentals · 2 years

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dating jun feels like...

making your favorite tea at the end of the long day. junhui is your comfort person, the one whose arms feel like home, the one you want to run to when world comes crashing down, the one with who you feel safe. he reminds you that the real strength is in kindness and that being gentle does not equal to being weak; it takes a very strong person to continue being kind in this world.

('sometimes i wish i could be mean or evil,' you mutter, cradled on his lap with his arms wrapped securely around you. 'why do i care so much about not hurting others?'

junhui kisses your forehead and mumbles a sleepy: 'cause you are you. and i love this about you.' you turn your head a little to him and he kisses tip of your nose too. 'kindness is a superpower, remember?')

jun's love is gentle, very much like he is; his love feels like a warm hug that you don't want to break, like a nice walk in the park on a sunny day when you can hear the birds chirping. his love envelops you in an affection that you haven't know before, the one where all attention and care is given freely without you having to ask for it. he looks at you like you hold stars in your eyes, he holds you like you are the finest china, he treats you like you a princess - all because you truly are all that for him.

('what on earth..' you mumble, staring at the list. jun is standing next to you, nervous and excited at the same time. you look at him, baffled. 'jun, what is this?'

'you must simply pick a number from the list,' he answers, hugging you. he then points on many envelops, scattered around the table: 'and then you pick the envelope with the same number, open it and you'll receive your present!' he excitedly moves around you, clapping like a little kid. 'it's ten days before your birthday, so ten envelopes. you'll open one each day!'

you take a deep breath, trying your hardest not to cry. the amount of thought jun puts into things like that, the amount of effort he shows to make you happy - it's all overwhelming. he hugs you again, somehow understanding your emotions. 'you deserve only the best,' he whispers, caressing your back. 'i wish i could give you more, but for now that's all. i love you. so much.')

he is a perfectionist, so dates with him are planned meticulously, everything single activity is picked after a thorough check if it'll suit you both and if it'll make you happy. ironically enough junhui doesn't have to try to woo you: he does it unintentionally, all comes out naturally because he's a true romantic at heart ('hundred roses for you all hundred days you made me happy, my dear').

he's the type to write down his feelings and tuck that letter under your pillow, because words come easier to him when he doesn't have to say them out loud. his affection runs deep and he is selfless; naturally, he puts your needs above his own.

('don't do that ever again,' you say sternly, frowning. jun doesn't reply, head hung low in shame. 'it's not just about me, jun. if you don't feel up for something, if you don't feel good you should say it. you shouldn't do something just because i want it! i care for you as much as you do for me!'

he nods, sighing in frustration. 'i just saw your excitement and didn't want to disappoint you by rejecting.' he looks up and takes your hand in his, serious. 'i'm sorry. i won't do that again.'

'i want you to be happy too,' you mumble and he nods, pulling you closer. 'your happiness matters to me, just like mine to you.')

he is gentle in his kisses, in his touches, in his words - the last thing he wants is to offend you in some sort of way. he is quiet 'you look wonderful tonight' spoken to your ear, he is a butterfly kiss left on your cheek, he is a longing look sent to you across the room, he is a steady hand in yours, always.

dating junhui is like wearing your favorite well-worn clothes, the ones that are super soft and have many fond memories. he makes you feel comfortable in any situation, takes care of you in the best way possible and opens your heart up to him with his kindness, showing you what love can and should feel like.

a/n: last one of these series!! guys, i did it, i finished for all the members wheeew! here is the link to all others, let me know what you think! - nini

tag list: @pearlygraysky @woozionascooter @smalliechelle @jaetaimjadore @yeow6n (let me know if you want to be added!)

#junhui imagines #wen junhui #seventeen au #seventeen fluff #seventeen jun #moon junhui #svt junhui #junhui fluff #svt jun #jun x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen reaction #my gentlest! kindest! boy!#finally wrote one for him as well #hope i did him justice

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sanjiswetcigarettes0 · 6 months

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Acelaw people! I’m here to offer you my first and not so great acelaw Headcanon writing! Please accept my poor attempt on this 🙏🏻

To Be So Lonely

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If we think of acelaw where everything is real between them,

Law Trafalgar was a tough, quiet man and was someone who tried not to be involved in other things, trying to keep himself on the road he barely managed to put in a order his whole life, all he did is do his work as a surgeon and rescue other people’s life in the hospital. (Do not question his survival guilt.) The sea he had in his mind was always wild, and all he needed to do was to stay quiet until it quiet down too.

He kept himself alive with his coffees and his little crew most of the time, with his friends who sometimes came to his house to bringing some self made food and putting him to his untouched bed after their jobs end. He liked his life like this, and he knew the way his life wasn’t as healthy as his job expected him to be, but be assured, he liked it this way.

Trafalgar Law, who was “too busy for other people or any relationship”, (he kept saying that ) always would come home alone with his regular take-outs and coffee to greet his cats with a warm smile , would kneel to pet their heads and get his daily energy boost at 8:20 p.m from their purrs and meows. It has been like this since he graduated to become a surgeon as he promised himself as a kid, didn’t allowed people in his life, ( he hadn’t any clue how the crew became family to him in that time where he just met those people in uni and had some drink with them at his house, ) and why would it be different? He was fine with his awfully quiet life and night shifts.

But now, in the other hand, he was feeling quiet irritated with the fact that his cats were purring (for real now?) and wandering around a man’s feet he never met before; right now: on a Saturday morning where had a day off and could grind his coffee own and wake up late, he opened his front house door to find a man who was standing on the next front door and had boxes up to his freckled curvy nose, (he couldn’t see the obviously younger man’s whole face) chatting with a younger blonde man with long hair as his was.

Law could feel a frown take place on his serious face, (it’s his normal morning face, okay? ), he held his coffee mug tightly and tried to call his cats whispering over to the man’s feet trough the noisy chatting at 8:40 am quietly to avoid making any more noise this early, “ Beppo!” , “ Asami!” but causing to cough those two’s attention to him, make them turn to him with interest and to hear a “I’m inside if you need me, you go meet with your neighbour, and apologise for your noisiness!” from a calmer, British accented voice before the different looking kind man went inside and left the two of them alone on the hall of the apartment with a quiet, but calming awkwardness.

Law blinked restlessly, but had a break to look down to his cats rubbing on his fluffy slippers returning to their warm home meowing. He put his coffee cup to the ground , and then glanced at the man putting his boxes to stand normally, and finally, saw the man’s face who had the whole damn sun’s brightness on his freckled, smiley, pretty face.

His frown disappeared, weird, he thought , and to be completely honest, he was ready to curse for the noise he had to witness at this early hour of his off day- but for fuck’s sake, the man hadn’t plan to meet the best thing that ever happened to him, on that day. Nope, surely not this early in the morning.

The man who stole his cats had long wavy raven coloured hair, a crooked but heartwarming smile, something pretty and energetic Law didn’t expect to see this early. His freckled face was so openly, inviting the sun itself to shine more. He had broad shoulders looking pretty on a dark blue shirt, fewer tattoos visible under his folded arms on his pale skin and a charming smile that Law had to fight not to deceived.

Was to be so lonely finally enough?

“Oh hey! I’m Portgas Ace and am yer new front neighbour! m’ sorry for disturbing you, nice to meet ya!”

Said Ace, his long buff arms waving him and continuing to talking with his energetic voice like he really wasn’t freezing on this early spring morning,

“were they yer cats? I’m sorry they ran out to wander ‘round me, I guess they liked me!”

and before Law could part his nervously together pressed lips to talk and only stop to realise he was starting to communicate with this gorgeous (who even said that?) man standing before him, he wet his lips to say no and leave to be alone forever, again, but heard something unusual for the first-meeting from the man that changed everything for good.

Fuck.

In fact, he was socially awkward and couldn’t say no to save his own damn life, especially to someone like this weirdly good looking man who looked like he ate the fucking sun.

“Would ya like to have a breakfast with us?”

It was clearly a invite, huh?

And if you would ask him, Law definitely didn’t want to have the younger man to be a part of his lonely life, him bringing Law life and the energy to come home earlier, to see him every morning on his kitchen preparing him some healthy breakfast at 4:50 am, nor wanted to admit that he really went for kissing the young man’s warm smiley lips endlessly every time he would call him “ love”.

Everything had changed, he knew it, after he met Ace on the floor of his new house and had the most tastiest breakfast of his life prepared by Ace’s second little brother Sabo, and was welcomed like he was family while he was a stranger before 10 minutes, 3 years ago.

And as he noticed that he liked being around Ace those times, and getting pulled out of his house on his free days by him only to return to his house with warm and fuzzy feelings he never had , saying “maybe it isn’t too bad to have company” , it was now too late to return back to his cold quite days where he wasn’t all over a man whose the sun itself radiating warmth from his pure skin, giggling while his freckles were kissed. Where he didn’t have someone to make him laugh every day/ or even on a normal day.

He loved Ace, liked hearing him calling himself “the second dad” of the cats and one big dog they had together, and the warm (really warm!) nights & mornings they shared in the apartment that was now theirs. Petting Ace’s soft hair every time he fell asleep on Law while he was reading something about organs or narcolepsy was always something that made the two of them calmer, and feeling the other’s body heath getting even warmer with every kiss he got down his freckled belly underLaw’s big hands wasn’t something new.

“Ya got me heatin’ like a sunny day, darling, oh please don’t stop.”

It was like a dream, wanting was enough, sitting on their old British armchair, holding the man he loved the most in his arms tightly keeping him from jumping out while shouting “ yer gonna see when I kick yer ass when I see ya Roronoa!” to the tall younger man with moss coloured hair holding Luff’s hand, smirking while stealing the younger brother of Ace from the “ the together night” where everyone they loved were together. He was laughing intensely, pulling Ace from his waist to make him sit back on his thighs, then stroking the raven hair he loved most, saying “ leave the youngsters alone, they’re still figuring everything out, ” while giggling. It was like Law had two big energetic dogs, but one of them was definitely a handsome young man he wanted to marry, he must’ve admit that. Everyone were together, and being lonely wasn’t even the thing anymore. Surely, he still got headaches over the sunshine man talking nonstop to his ear, but never felt overwhelmed or never wanted to be alone, ever.

When Ace joined to his lonely, busy life and never left his side although Law himself couldn’t get used to being loved for so long, but he never gave up and fought for their feelings. He knew he loved this man with his whole life. Being lonely wasn’t a option anymore, he knew how spring brought him the biggest treasure to him, because could feel the love inside him when he couldn’t even let go of this man’s body to get up from their bed, murmuring quietly, “ I’ll be back at midnight.” while kissing his freckled face.

Trafalgar Law was now in love; a happy man who would stop by a coffee shop to bring home some pumpkin spice latte every autumn just to see his fiancé’s happy face because it was worth it. Say, could it even be better?

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sysig · 1 month

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Getting up to trouble is his speciality (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #Helix #ZEX #The Captain #Mixed set! :D Lots of singular doodles - one-offs or ones that apply to a few different scenes #The kiss is random tho <3 I still haven't gotten to ZEX showing off his uniform to Zelnick! I want them to!!#Him seeing his Captain in his uniform was so lovely tho <3 I love Big Love and that was so <3 Hehe #Smooch ♥#ZEX does not eat enough ;; He eats like a bird and it's highly distressing #I actually wrote in my notes that I was surprised he wasn't hurting In The Same entry as when he was experiencing hunger pangs haha #It doesn't help that he tends to talk through meals rather than eat - he's so much more interested in making connections with humans!#As far as metaphors go - killing himself for the sake of trying to bridge that gap - I mean it's apt but ZEX please #I think it was while he was talking to Wally at one point that he framed the War in a very flippant light-hearted way which was funny to me #I don't think that's the descriptor most people would use haha #Swearing <3 <3 VUX terminology <3 <3 #I want a VUX glossary of terms so badly hehe I've been slowly compiling a few here and there :3 Direct translation! The dream ♫#Him getting stressed enough to swear is very endearing haha ♪ What do you mean I'm endeared by everything he does don't be silly #The next one of me deeply enjoying when he's creepy is not proof of anything! Just because I Happen to also like that!!#I do really love when he's creepy tho agh <3 <3 The mental image of him as The Hunter - casually cornering and capturing his prey <3 #In that instance he was interrupted pretty quickly but the setup was there!! And it was extremely good!!!#I love how huffy he gets as well haha ''All these humans interrupting my seduction attempts >O( ...Wait O|'' lol #And finally an exchange on the board between him and Scarecrow haha so many fun faces around!!#I love him being completely baffled by a non-mechanical construct it just short-circuits his brain haha ♥#He's so intelligent but there exists things unknowable!#The image of him tapping his pen is so Incredibly cute ah <3 Where did he learn such a thing! Does it translate from his VUX form to this ♪#Anything everything ♥ Learned or known! It's wonderful

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strangesickness · 2 months

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i LOVE gay werewolf posting its my number one hobby. going to write richie gay werewolf very scary door one-shot because we as a society are deprived of bill & richie friendship moments. like don't get me wrong i love fics where bev or stan know he's gay first but like. i feel like it could be any of them, they all know each other so well, they're all so close, it'd just take one oh moment for any of them to realize how in love and how afraid richie is.

#i actually made a short game about werewolves (transgender edition) for one of my finals last semester #i wrote it in like. less than a week. so i kind of want to re-write it and extend it a bit #because it was a rushed mess (although i still did well peace and love) but it is also one of the first games i've ever made so its #kind of a son to me #like when i write stuff about the werewolf being a gay metaphor in an IT context #i usually write it as representative of him having internalized homophobia #in most of my work the werewolf represents him feeling as though there is a corrupting force within him that can infect those he loves #and as much as i love writing this sort of thing. then subverting it by pulling out the #“the werewolf isn't *dangerous* its just a big puppy”#i do kind of prefer how i write a werewolf as a more general trans metaphor #as representative of transformation and change #letting go of societies expectations in order to be your true self #i really identify with that. not because i think i'm a “monster” for being trans #but because i'm choosing to transform myself regardless of what society thinks of it #and i will :)#it 2017 #richie tozier #bill denbrough #reddie #it stephen king #posts afflicted with a strange sickness

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wonder-worker · 4 months

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Anne de Pisseleu had exercised a form of power that was intrinsically extra-institutional and dependent entirely of the king’s favor; her role was clearly understood by political insiders. Criticism took the form of conventional hostility to the role of women in power, yet in the king’s lifetime had to be circumspect and oblique. However, she lived more than half her life after the death of the king whose love had given her power and wealth. In this, she weathered the storm of disgrace remarkably effectively, carved for herself a new role and ended her life a moderately wealthy woman whose assets became a matter for ferocious competition among her relatives.

-David Potter, "The Life and After-Life of a Royal Mistress: Anne de Pisseleu, Duchess of Étampes"

#historicwomendaily #Context: She lived for over 70 years and was a royal mistress for only 20 of them (till Francis's death)#anne de pisseleu #french history #16th century #my post #Francis I #queue #I hate how Anne is dismissed and deemed irrelevant after Francis I's death #Most historians merely claim that she was exiled; fell into disgrace and humiliation; and died in obscurity #Kathleen Wellman even goes to say that Anne was shut up by her husband in a gloomy castle for the rest of her life #(And there's always a distasteful tone of wry satisfaction as they say this - as if she was finally 'getting what she 'deserved')#Suffice to say: this idea is objectively incorrect and I hate it #yes Anne DOES seem to have had an incredibly harrowing and horrible experience for a few years after; that should never be overlooked #But as this article says: Anne managed to weather her 'fall' and carve a new role for herself extraordinarily well #It's one of the most interesting things about her life to me #She still had wealth and property which she rigorously administered and expanded; she headed family affairs and arranged marriages;#She and her terrible husband appear to have informally separated (with a formal separation of property) and in his own last will he #flat-out wrote that Anne 'would never take her place as my wife'. She outlived him by around 15 years and 100% got the last laugh.#She also openly embraced Protestantism in the height of the Wars of Religion which was such a major bad bitch move #guaranteeing her both personal protection and material gratification #In fact one of the last known references of her was in 1576 where she hosted a meeting of Protestant leaders in her castle of Challuau #As you can see: Anne transitioned public royal influence to private personal power #But she clearly remained at the heart of politics and war throughout it all and was always relevant

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crimsonkaiser · 7 months

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「 @blasterexceed 」 | 「 some Ahmeshiki to break in the new assets yeahyeahyeah 」

Toshiki had always been in a state of 'worse for wear', but today was turning out to be different. He was freshly bathed, tended to in every sense of the word and looked rather presentable all things considered.

His hair had been combed through, a light fragrance hanging in the air around him that completely masked the lingering scent of char and blood that usually stuck stubbornly to his person. At least, to him it was beyond notice. The more sensitive noses of vampires surely could still smell the damages hidden masterfully under Toshiki's brilliant attire.

As brilliant as it was... it was also... rather stiff, to say the least. He was used to wearing the more well-worn and broken-in clothes of blood servants who needn't look their best to serve their purpose.

--But like this... Like this he could stand aside the prince and not look so out of place.

A light rosy hue touches the backs of his ears where his longer hairs had been tucked behind, leaving them exposed to the cool air brought in through Ahmes's opened balcony doors.

This...... He wasn't used to it at all

He looks at himself in the large mirror on the wall inside the prince's chambers and can barely recognize himself by his reflection alone. None of the scars were visible... none of the wear and tear that he had grown used to seeing whenever he saw himself. He'd even recovered enough for tonight to take off the bandages that he'd been wearing for so long now that they nearly became a second skin to him. But he can see it in his reflected eyes that it was him; through the sapphire blue hues staring back at him he focuses on the sole detail his entire outfit had been made to frame.

The golden collar decorating his throat shone glaringly back at him in the candlelight. The accents on his clothes were all chosen to accentuate that one detail that tied him to the prince's care.

The collar had been the centerpiece, but Toshiki couldn't bring himself to hate that fact.

That's when he notices a change in the air, and finds behind him a ruby red gaze meeting his blue one in the surface of the mirror.

❝ Ahmes... ❞

Rubied hues such as that were the tell tale sign it was the prince and no other. Red eyes belonged to every vampire here, despite how their hues varied. Junos' had a shade akin to that of an aged wine, while Ashlei's brighter color favored more on the pink spectrum similar to petals of a springtime flower. Then there was Percival, who's eyes reminded Toshiki of the rust that grew on the neglected swords lining the smithery's walls.

But Ahmes' were the purest form of red Toshiki had ever seen. They were bright on the surface, yet deep and full-bodied the longer one would look into them. It was as if they were precious stones set perfectly in the prince's face.

He turns his back on his reflection then, offering the prince a softened smile. Seeing the prince in such elaborate clothing should be a common sight by now, but to Toshiki it was like a newfound experience every time. He looked absolutely breathtaking, it took the human a couple seconds too many to stop gawking and remember what they had been dressed up for. And once he does, that smile was quick to fade as he looks back over his shoulder to eye the mirror once more.

❝ Are you sure about this...? About having me attend...? ❞

Toshiki's hands then move to clasp together, a sudden twinge in his damaged nerves causing him some discomfort as he recalls the last time he accompanied the prince to an event such as this. Ahmes clearly couldn't enjoy himself then, not when Toshiki had kept his attention despite the king's efforts to start incorporating his son in the more important matters surrounding his bloodline.

--Would he be risking Ahmes' position further by following his own innate desire to remain beside him?

...His reflection now shows him as he now stands next to the prince.

His heart wants to soar at the shared sight, but it's far too heavy and only sinks.

...together. Together like this? Was he truly allowed to-- -

#.//IE THIS IS JUST ME RECYCLING ONE OF MY MEMOS INTO AN EXCUSE TO SEE THE NEW ICON FRAMESSS #.//THEY'RE LEGIT SO PERFECTAAAAAAHHHHHHH THANKS AGAIN #.//i know it's intentional but the way kaichi's red/blue is reversed for ahmeshiki really drives home their swaps and i love it so fffmuch #PICTURE IT「ic」#VERSE.// THE PURGATORIAL FLAMES #blasterexceed #THE LIGHT OF COURAGE「blasterexceed」#.//idk what event they're going to i just wanted to write toshiki being cute for once LOL #.//not him thinking they look cute standing next to each other all dolled up but then immediately trying to make himself feel bad about it #.//so like. if this doesn't read well. its bc it's p much the raw memo plus a little workshopping. and my memos are usually just word vomi #.//before i get around to reworking them into something legible lolol #.//bUT YEAHHHHHH I WROTE THIS LAST MONTH SO U FINALLY GET IT NOWWWWWW #tw long post

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cyber-streak-extra · 7 months

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It’s Ralpho time :) The ITP: Happy Ending AU was made by @maraariana01

Title: The Moments Before

Description: Ralpho’s home closed down——for reasons that he doesn’t know or understand, and the rabbit dives into his older memories.

Ralpho leaned against Spring Bonnie, his ears gently twitching. The two were laying on the couch together, with the bunny attempting to find a rom-com that he’d mentioned earlier.

When he’d first arrived at the house, Ralpho had noticed that it seemed to only be him and Spring Bonnie—and Jinx, who was staying back in Oswald’s room, sleeping on top of his bed.

He’d always noticed how she didn’t seem to like Spring Bonnie all that much. Ralpho wasn’t sure how Jinx thought of him—but she didn’t seem to hiss at him, like how she did towards the bunny.

“Where’s Oz and them?” He’d questioned shortly after not seeing them. Jinx was here, but the rabbit also had failed to spot Fetch. Had he gone with them?

“Out visiting his grandma with Thomas and Jackie.” Spring Bonnie had written while bringing him over to the couch.

Although Ralpho was trying his best to stay focused on the bunny, and the movie that he had finally managed to find, the rabbit couldn’t help but feel... distracted.

No—more homesick, really. He felt both. Homesick and distracted. The rabbit missed the camp—he missed his home. He missed doing his job.

The reason for it closing down in the first place was still unknown to the rabbit. Back when he was still there, he had assumed that the camp had been doing well. What had happened?

Ralpho let out a sigh, shutting his eyes for a moment.

...

Alive? The rabbit blinked once, then twice, as he looked around the building that he’d just been brought into. I’m alive? His ears twitched gently, covering his eyes—causing the rabbit to move them.

There wasn’t much to see in the room that he’d been placed in, sitting against the wall. Yet, earlier, he’d heard a couple of voices. He didn’t know what they looked like. Only now, the rabbit was able to see.

Slowly, leaning against the wall, he started to try and stand up—although his legs felt all wobbly. He could feel his ears twitching once more—and this time, it was because someone was approaching.

Just as he fell back down onto the floor below, a door opened, and two people entered, making their way towards the rabbit. He watched, curious.

“Still looks real creepy...” The first one sighed, kneeling down in front of the orange rabbit. She was holding cymbals. She set one down, while taking hold of one of the rabbit’s hands.

“I don’t think so,” The second one gave a shrug, watching as his friend placed the cymbal in the rabbit’s left hand, then repeated the process with the right one.

The first one stood back up, and glanced between her friend and the orange rabbit. “Well, anyway,” She sighed, starting to make her way back towards the door. Her friend tried to keep up.

“...Who’re we going to have wear Ralpho for the whole... whatever they called it? I’m not doing it.” The second began to say something, but they were both muffled after going through the door.

Ralpho? For a moment, he felt something beginning to wag, even if it was quick—his tail? My name is Ralpho.

...

He was about to do the first Bunny Call. Before today, he’d heard a lot of what his job was going to be. It seemed that he wouldn’t do it to every cabin—just new people that signed up.

Ralpho glanced up at the clock on the wall. 4:56 AM. He heard the sound of footsteps, and then the sound of someone entering. It was Noah—the man that was assigned to wearing him and performing the job.

The rabbit remained still, not saying anything, just like how he usually was whenever someone happened to be with him. He allowed Noah to put him on. It felt a little strange.

“Alright, let’s get this done...” Noah sighed. To anyone else, his voice would’ve sounded a little muffled. Yet to Ralpho, it was still as clear as before he’d put him on.

Noah and Ralpho made their way out of the building, and towards the first cabin.

...

By the time they’d both reached the cabin, it was about 5:04 AM. Ralpho still didn’t know too much about his job—so, he watched and waited. This was his job. He’d need to focus and learn.

Before they ever entered, by looking through the nearby window, Ralpho could tell that there seemed to be about five people in there. All sleeping, although one of the five was moving around a little.

Then, that’s when it happened. Noah—and Ralpho—entered the cabin. The man began clashing the cymbals loudly. A scream could be heard, but Ralpho hadn’t been the cause—it had still been Noah.

His ears twitched a little bit, lowering ever so slightly, as the cymbals continued. The first three figures—all kids—one boy and one girl, all immediately sat up at the alarming noises.

When Ralpho saw them in the dark, they all looked relatively the same, except for the eye color of one of the three, and all of their pajamas. Triplets, he guessed.

The other two figures, both older women, sat up finally. The one with black curly hair seemed more awake—while the one beside her, with straight brown hair, looked more tired and annoyed.

She turned and stared at the other with the curly hair, who could only grin a little bit and snicker.

All three of the kids were beginning to laugh a little bit, and Ralpho couldn’t help but smile just a little bit. His tail wagged. Although, Noah hadn’t noticed any of that.

Noah had stopped all of the noise, and began making his way out of the cabin. Ralpho remembered that there was still about five other cabins that the two needed to get to.

Ralpho already loved this.

...

Ralpho laid there against the wall, watching the woman try to patch a hole in his leg. What she was using was yellow and white—just like his bowtie.

During a previous Bunny Call, when he and Noah had been heading back from it, Noah had tripped, getting Ralpho’s leg caught in something. When he managed to pull away, it ended up tearing.

That had happened a few nights ago, yet they hadn’t patched him up yet. Until now, that is. They’d all just been forgetting until today—but after the tear, he hadn’t been doing any Bunny Calls. Which was unfortunate.

The woman—who had a name-tag which read ‘Alexis’—was someone that Ralpho remembered. She was the one who had given him his cymbals. He’d seen her a lot. But, only now, did he learn her name.

“He needs to be more careful...” Alexis muttered to herself. “All that other stuff... and now while he’s doing this?” By the looks of it, she was almost done.

Ralpho remained almost entirely still—although, he couldn’t fully stop his ears from doing a little twitch here and there. Yet, Alexis didn’t seem to notice any of that.

“And... done.” Alexis sighed in relief, setting everything down. She lifted her head up, coming face to face with the rabbit, and visibly jumped in surprise, like she’d forgotten that he was what she was working on.

“Still creepy...” She frowned, slowly standing up, and beginning to make her way towards the door with what she’d brought with her. Although, before she left, Alexis glanced back at the rabbit.

“Uh...” Alexis sighed. She gave the tiniest smile to the still rabbit. “You’re... welcome for the patch up.” She shrugged to herself, before finally leaving.

Thank you. Ralpho thought, as he watched the woman leave. He glanced down at the patch on his leg. It looked nice, he liked it.

...

Ralpho wasn’t sure what this little boy was doing in here. Aside from himself and the child, nobody else happened to be. At least for the moment.

The boy, with long brown hair, and a blue and green eye, was sitting beside the motionless (aside from his ears, those always seemed to move rather frequently) rabbit.

He was crying. Ralpho didn’t understand why the boy was here, or the reason for his crying. He remembered seeing him, at least—a day or two ago. The boy had been apart of a family that went through a Bunny Call.

Aside from that, Ralpho hadn’t seen him until now. He knew the boy had a family—shouldn’t he be with them? What was he doing here? Had he gotten separated from them, somehow?

Ralpho’s eyes glanced towards the side of him when he felt something grab his arm. It was the young boy, seemingly clinging to his arm for comfort as he cried.

Ralpho frowned. What was he supposed to do? Should he do something? The rabbit had never really dealt with anything like this before—and, he had never fully interacted with anyone here.

He was thought to not be sentient. That he was just a simple mascot suit to be worn for Bunny Call’s—and that’s what he technically should be—he didn’t understand how he was alive.

He’d kept up the little act so far. If he dropped it, what would happen?

Yet, Ralpho wanted to try and do something for the boy, he just wasn’t sure what that could be yet. His only interaction with the children was only ever whenever he went to do his job. And he never stuck around long.

Then, the rabbit got an idea. Slowly, using his arm that wasn’t being held by the sobbing child, Ralpho began to reach up for his large hat.

Although, when he started to hear a couple of approaching footsteps, he dropped his arm. The crying boy turned to look at where the footsteps were coming from.

Four people entered the room—one of them was Alexis, while the other three, although Ralpho didn’t fully recognize them, knew that he’d seen them with the boy during a Bunny Call.

“Jay!” One of the three, an older woman, called out. To her left was, who Ralpho assumed, the woman’s partner. And beside them, was a younger girl—a teenager.

“M-Mama!” Jay hurriedly stood up, and rushed over to the three—Alexis moving out of the way of the little reunion.

His mom brought him into a hug, her partner joining the hug, while his older sister stood to the side, simply watching.

“What were you doing here?” Ralpho heard Alexis ask the young boy—Jay. He was wondering the same thing.

“Separated... couldn’t find them...” Jay responded, still hugging his mother. “D-didn’t know... what else to do... so came here...”

“But why?” His older sister questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Jay pointed towards the motionless Ralpho nearby. “I like him...”

His mother gave a little nod, before picking her son up, then glancing at her daughter and partner. “Let’s get going.”

Ralpho watched the family leave. Alexis glanced at him, before following the family out.

...

The rabbit huffed. He knew it was time to do his job. He knew it. Yet, Noah wasn’t here yet—where was he? He thought that the man would’ve been here already.

For a second, Ralpho thought about waiting a little longer—maybe Noah would be here soon. Although, the rabbit quickly decided against that.

It needed to be done now—his job needed to get done. Aside from when he’d been torn up for a couple of days, he’d never missed a Bunny Call. Although, during those few days, nobody had requested one, either.

Frowning, Ralpho stood up, grabbing his cymbals, and began making his way outside. If Noah wasn’t going to come, then the rabbit supposed he’d have to do it himself.

...

“Again?” Alexis muttered to herself, staring at the hat in her hands. There was a tear right in the middle of it. After another Bunny Call—when he hadn’t overslept—Noah tore something again.

She’d already patched up Ralpho’s leg and arm tears. This was the third time she’d done it. But, at least it wasn’t happening more often. This time, it seemed to be going much quicker.

During the last few incidents—with his leg and arm—Ralpho had been able to feel it. He wasn’t exactly sure if it was pain, or something else—but he hadn’t liked it.

With the hat, he hadn’t realized that it had gotten torn, at least not until Noah had to pick it up after it fell, and both of them noticed it.

“Done. Here you go, Ralpho,” Alexis yawned, placing the hat, which now had a blue patch stitched in the middle, back on top of the orange rabbit’s head. She struggled for a second, before managing to put it through the ear holes.

“Let’s just hope that’s the last tear you get.” She muttered, standing back up. For a moment, as she looked at the rabbit, she thought that his grin was growing... just a little.

Although, she was tired, so she didn’t think much of it. She’d stayed up for so long. All she wanted to do was go to sleep. Giving a half wave to the motionless rabbit, she left the room.

...

They’d left him. Ralpho didn’t understand. Everything had been fine—until he heard Alexis and all of the others discussing something as of recently. Then, it happened.

The camp had closed. Hadn’t everything been going well? Ralpho frowned. He’d heard occasional discussions about something with the camp—but he didn’t know what exactly they were about.

Then, simply a week later, Camp Etenia had closed. It seemed so sudden. When he’d woken up from a little nap in the early morning—even if he didn’t need sleep—something was off.

Everyone, and practically everything (at least somewhat important things), was gone. Although, Ralpho himself was still here. Nobody had decided to take him.

He’d settled on staying there for a couple of days after that��but nothing had ever happened. It had just been him there—confused and bored.

The rabbit’s boredom was part of the reason of what he did next: leave. After thinking it over, Ralpho had settled on leaving the camp. It was his home, yet he didn’t have anything else to do any longer—he didn’t have his job anymore.

Ralpho was still wandering around, he hadn’t left the camp all that long ago—if he looked behind him, even if it was a little far back, he could still easily see some of it. Ralpho sighed.

What was he going to do now?

...

The orange rabbit opened his eyes, and glanced towards his right side. Spring Bonnie had pressed on the rom-com, although it was paused at the moment—he was fiddling with the remote, wanting to check something.

He felt Ralpho shift, and turned to look at him. The bunny smiled, and Ralpho smiled back at him. Gently, his tail wagged for a moment or two. “Ready, Spring?”

Spring Bonnie nodded, and turned back to the TV, as he finally finished fiddling, and pressed play on it. Ralpho glanced between him and the film that had started to play.

Ralpho missed the camp—he missed doing his job, yes, but in a way, the rabbit was also somewhat glad that it had ended up closing down.

He loved being around Spring Bonnie—loved him in general—he had a full list somewhere that contained everything he loved about him—Ralpho wanted to show him that later.

The orange rabbit loved being with the bunny and the rest of his family. He wasn’t sure if he’d have met him and the others if the camp hadn’t closed.

Ralpho was glad that he was here right now with Spring Bonnie and his family. The camp closing had lead him to wander—to end up in the town—to end up running into the bunny.

Before Ralpho could start thinking too much of the possibilities, he felt Spring Bonnie open his coat a little, and wrap his arm around the orange rabbit. Both Spring Bonnie and his coat were warm and comfortable.

Ralpho smiled, tail wagging once more. “Love ya, Spring.”

#Fic #Story #ITP: Happy Ending AU #Into The Pit #Bunny Call #Spring Bonnie #Ralpho #I wanted to do something like this for a while #But I kept getting distracted- finally finished it :)#I liked the flashbacks- doing those are always fun #Might do some more later on for Ralpho #Because obviously the ones in this aren’t all of them #I hope I did well enough with Ralpho #I’m not sure if I wrote him well #Anubis’s Chatter #Styx’s Chatter #Cyber’s Chatter #It’s just fluffy ideas atm :)

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windfighter · 1 year

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Hold the light

Prompt: ”I’m right here.”

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Sun set. The world turned from dim to dark and Kouji stopped. Clenched his hands. He should have started heading home earlier. Should have taken a road where the street lights weren’t dead. Steps echoed next to him.

”...’niisan?”

”Yeah, I’m right here.”

Kouichi grabbed Kouji’s hand. Kouji flinched, then closed his own hand around Kouichi’s. He swallowed.

”This is the worst.”

”At least it’s not a stair this time”, Kouichi said with a laugh. ”Come on, just follow me.”

He tugged at Kouji’s hand, started walking. Pressed himself against Kouji’s side. Kouji noticed that Kouichi was trying to keep him away from the curb. It was good, Kouji really didn’t feel like breaking something again. He squeezed Kouichi’s hand and took a few careful steps. Terryfying. Walking in absolute darkness was the literal worst.

”I wish I could just”, Kouji lifted his free hand, ”snap my fingers and make light happen.”

”If only”, Kouichi laughed.

Kouji laughed as well. Snapped his fingers. Light flooded the street, Kouichi pulled away, eyes clenched, arms up to block the light. Kouji stared at the white sphere hovering above his hand like a miniature sun.

”Turn it off!” Kouichi yelled.

”I don’t know how to turn it off, you’re the one who controls darkness!”

”I don’t control darkness, I can just see in it!”

Kouichi pressed his hands against his face. Kouji stared in awe at the area closest to them. It was so clear. Not even daylight made colors that vibrant. Kouichi hissed.

”It burns.”

Kouji laughed.

”What are you, a vampire?”

He grabbed one of Kouichi’s hands, tugged at it.

”Come on, I’m right here, let me lead. Until we figure out how to turn this off.”

Kouichi held his other hand over his eyes, his face scrunched up in pain.

”Mama and dad are gonna be so freaked out by it”, he said.

”Yeah, we’ll cross that bridge when we get home”, Kouji said.

He tugged at Kouichi again, put himself between Kouichi and the curb and started leading the way home. Slow, steady steps to make sure Kouichi didn’t fall over his own feet. They reach another street, where the lights worked. Kouji’s fingers cramped and he clenched his hand.

There was a sizzle and darkness laid thick over them again. He let out a sigh.

”Well… at least we figured out how to turn it off.”

Kouichi opened his eyes, blinked a few times. He looked more at home with the sun gone, more comfortable. The streetlights provided just enough light for Kouji to see where he put his feet. He scratched the back of his head.

”Guess I need to update my powerset in the group chat.”

He laughed. Kouichi rolled his eyes and started walking. Kouji hurried after him and grabbed his hand.

”Don’t worry, ’niisan. I’m sure you’ll get a cool move someday too!”

”Yeah, probably”, Kouichi agreed. ”At least we don’t need to worry about you getting lost in the woods any longer.”

Kouji snorted. Being able to summon light would make a lot of things easier for him. And if he could use it to prank the others (and most importantly Kouichi) that was even better!

#windy writes #whumpril2023 #digimon frontier #lights out au #kouji minamoto #kouichi kimura #I've been wanting to draw this forever but I don't feel like I have the skills for it #so we finally wrote it instead #we're light on the whump today #I'm blame being sick #anyway Kouji finally gets a power except 'lousy nightvision'#now we just need to give Kouichi one as well #yes it'll probably be the same but inverted #what do you even do with darkness #I have another idea that I gave him for another AU #so we'll see what I do here #anyway yeah #hope you enjoyed this monstrosity brought to you by fever and headaches :3 #i'm off to die a little until I feel better or it is tomorrow and I need to do the next prompt x3

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fazcinatingblog · 5 months

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Herald Sun is like "who will replace mcslay???? Big Billy Frampton??? Krueger??? ...Howe??? There are no more options" like honestly it's obviously Ash Johnson, you idiot newspaper

#what a dumb arse journalist though #whoever wrote it all those options without thinking of ASH #ash who would've been a premiership player if he hadn't broke his arm against williamstown #Ash who just needed one little goal against Sydney to go with his 2 disposals and he could've been in a grand final #beautiful darling Ash #Ash who sits next to Brody at the best and fairest and makes sure Brody is well hydrated #Ash who attends his first Brownlow sitting on a table close to the stage knowing it must be for him #ignoring the fact that Nick Daicos is on the same table

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aaobjectionposting-va4 · 2 years

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Ok but can we talk about how out of all the major male characters that Ryunosuke interacts with throughout the story, van Zieks is the ONLY one that isn't hiding something from/lying to him at one point or another?? Sholmes lies about Kazuma being alive, Kazuma hides the fact that he's going to Britain as a hired assassin, Yujin hides details about the Professor killings from him in 2-2, Stronghart lies about... Well, everything really. Like there's so much I could say about him lol. Gregson hides the fact that he helped frame Genshin for the Professor killings, McGilded lies about having been the culprit in the omnibus case, Jigoku lies about having been the one to kill Gregson... Etc etc. I personally can't remember a single point where van Zieks was hiding things from Ryuu or just straight up lying about important things to his face. He's an ass to him at first, sure, but he's ultimately on the side of justice and finding out the truth, even if it means hurting his cases or having his worldview challenged (except maybe in the case of Klint, which I'll get into).

Now one might say, "Oh but didn't he hide the fact that he had a brother from Ryunosuke at first?". And to that I say... So what? From van Zieks' point of view, details about his personal life (and ESPECIALLY about Klint) are hard to talk about and, frankly, Ryuu really had no reason to need that info about him, other than just to be nosy. That's why he's so cagey about the topic in 2-3, and why he's (somewhat) more willing to talk about it with him in 2-4/5, because at that point Ryunosuke absolutely DOES need to know more about Klint (and the Professor killings in general). And as for Ryuu's point of view, he really has no reason to be asking about van Zieks' personal life at first, other than the fact that he's just curious about it.

Anyways. I really do believe that, despite how rocky these two's dynamic is at first, it's been built on honesty and straightforward-ness from the start, and I really appreciate how we have an Ace Attorney prosecutor who's more than willing to not hide the truth from his lawyer rival (even if he's making dunks on Ryunosuke half the time, lol)

#GOD im so glad i finally wrote. something. about these two's dynamic #like their dynamic is so underrated and it sucks because it's so good like!!#as early as 1-3 these two are working towards finding the truth no matter what it may be. even if it means they might lose #ryuu in 1-3 openly admits that the omnibus was tampered with even though that may implicate his client #van zieks in as early as 1-4 not only gives evidence to the defense that he 100% didn't have to give #(and that would potentially cause him to lose the trial)#but he also calls out the actual culprit and makes it very clear that he won't tolerate her hiding things from the court #he does this in 1-5 as well with graydon.. and in 2-2 with ms green #i'm currently doing my second dgs playthrough and i'm at 2-3 so my memory there is a lil hazy lol #but i do remember that in 2-3 he had an absolutely insane premise for his case and probably sounded like an IDIOT to everyone there #and it 100% feels like it was a way to subtly tell ryuu 'hey mr naruhodo you're smart you should have 0 issue ripping my case apart'#(to be fair 2-3 saw his one friend as the defendant so that's probably why he went through all the effort. but still)#anyways im obsessed with their dynamic and y'all SLEEP on it goodbye #va4 rambles in the tags #vu's posts #tgaa #tgaa 2 spoilers #barok van zieks #ryunosuke naruhodo #also to y'all who ship them you can absolutely ship tag this lol. like im not a fan of the pairing i just like their dynamic platonically #but tbh if you wanna use this as ship fuel then honestly just go for it lmao #o shit i almost forgor... their dynamic tag omg #reaper/resolve

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mejomonster · 1 year

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i think in my indulgent Demon immortal Fei Du au, I’m going to make him part fox spirit on his mom’s side. Just because priest made SO many references in Silent Reading to fox spirits being with humans, and to Tales from a Chinese Studio stories. It wouldn’t be right if my boy Fei Du wasn’t actually a sneaky fox too ToT

#silent reading #lb #mejo writing #i think partly Silent Reading really AWOKE my urge to want to write fanfic #well 1 cause im procrastinating writing original stuff #but 2 because i really GET the characterizations #its a very satisfying feeling when i can read something and Predict VERY well what characters think and are hiding and Would Do #it tells me that first of all the writer wrote VERY CONSISTENT ARCS which is just so satisfying to me as characterization is my #single most valued trait in stories. if characterization is bad or even just has some Key Weak points its the main make or break for me.#then it also tells me i in particular GET the characters really well. well enough to play with them and predict their future or X scene or X #past. and thats just really fun to me.#like i love dmbj and i do suspect maybe i get xiaoge... but also i still feel i OUGHT to read ALL novels before i feel confident i truly kno #him well enough to accurately depict. whereas fei du and luo wenzhou and tao ran? within 20 chapters i clocked how it was going to shift and #change. they surpassed my expectations in a few areas but generally tended toward the arc i expected. so i can generally rely on probably #knowing them well enough to write them fairly.#however the big But here is. i do suspect fei du has one more big reveal left in him post chapter 141 #i feel like theres Still an aspect of him we the reader dont fully know. and i feel i cant write HIM in too much depth like a big long fic #or future fic or speculative au fic. until i see what his final secret ias #past fic is fine though - i grasp him pretty well that angle wise ToT and present wise. its just i suspect #hes got a few traits to him luo wenzhou hasnt reacted to and acclimated to yet

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lepidopteragirl · 2 years

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i am thinking about. my aus

#red wedding ccabinet r brothers they grew up together in foster care or smth similar until tubbo got adopted and so they wrote each other #letters to stay in contact but q was still so lonely and sad and sad and he was almost 17 when sam adopted him and he met tommy #who sam also adopted a few years before and tommy and q are brothers too but different #q was a little reserved and shy at first but the went on some horrendous poorly planned camping trip in a national park #and they got like. caught in the rain everything that can go wrong did go wrong #but theyve been family ever since etc #and ccabinet run back into each other at the most random time almost by chance and they reconnected and it was still them etc #and tubbo was the only one sitting in the audience when quackity finally managed to get schlatt to marry him properly #(schlatt was late.hours and hours. until most of the guests left and quackity was alone in his suit crying at the altar untilschlatt showed #up and brushed off all of quackitys concerns)#tubbo waited with him the whole time and sat in the audience and gave that fake smile that quackity knows how good he is at #(tommy and sam would have been there. but schlatt refused to let quackity bring his family)#quackity had to tell them the next morning over facetime on his own(schlatt preferred to sleep in)and pretend he didnt cry himself to sleep #but sam and tommy are both here this time and sam is just so happy he loves q and he loves his sons in law to be #and hes so glad to have his son happy w ppl who treat him well #and tommy just loves them too hes so exicted hes bouncy and all proud of himself in his groomsman suit #and tubbos there too hes brought his son and hes been a little quieter lately since his husband died #but this time his smile is genuine and quackity can tell #waugh i think about them all the time

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landonkirbyappreciation · 2 years

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Landon, the male lead, not being mentioned in the summary for what could be the final episode of the show (after being screwed over for 2 whole seasons) and them not even spelling Shahghasemi right... yeah...

#text #my posts #4x20 #i can’t #i give up #they really hate him huh #idk what julie writing it could mean #there’s a chance it could be better #since she was the one who created landon’s character #and actually seemed to care about him and wrote him well #and she writes far better than brett overall so maybe it could be okay #or we get a tvd finale repeat where landon gets the stefan treatment #bc brett is still the show runner #and has been screwing landon over nonstop ever since he’s been in charge so...#i feel i’ve gotta expect the worst

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tvxcue · 2 years

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the samsteve meet cute.........”it’s your bed isnt it? its too soft”............”everyone we know wants to kill us” “not everyone”.......................”when do we start”............................AND THEN STEVE JUST LEAVES HIM. TO GO BACK TO PEGGY WHO WE HAVE ALREADY SEEN HAVE A LIFE OF HER OWN AND STEVE HAS ALREADY MADE HIS PEACE WITH LOSING HER AND HAS BECOME FRIENDS WITH HER FOR REAL AFTER COMING BACK.

#when she calls him a drama queen like they are friends yes she forgets and its the heartbreak all over again when she sees him #but like. legiterally one scene did so much work for their relationship and did it so well like it's sad it's tragic it's heartbreaking but #steve made his peace with it. peggy made her peace with it. they will never be who they were again but they have something else now.#and steve leaves behind the entire life he built he leaves behind all these people just to unravel the past. when it doesnt make any sense #for his character!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he just passes the shield off to sam and leaves him.#the steve i know would never the steve EYE know broke sam out of ultramegasupermax and gave him a stupid little smile the whole time!!!!!!!#hes a fugitive on the run the whole world hates him now and he breaks into the raft so he can break sam out and then sam is dusted and #steve is left all alone AGAIN. he loses so many people who have become his family and the one he needs help grieving is PEGGY?????#SAM LITERALLY WENT TO HER FUNERAL WITH HIM. HE DIDNT EVEN KNOW PEGGY AND HE WENT TO BE THERE FOR STEVE.#AND THE ONE STEVE IS ALL BROKEN UP OVER IS PEGGY. AND WHEN SAM FINALLY FUCKING COMES BACK. AFTER BEING GONE FOR #FIVE YEARS OR WHATEVER. AFTER STEVE DOES HIS ENTIRE LITTLE TIME TRAVEL NUMBER TO GET HIM AND BUCKY AND EVERYONE #ELSE BACK STEVE JUST LEAVES HIM???? SAM LITERALLY CAME BACK AND THE FIRST THING HE SAID WAS ON YOUR LEFT.#DOES THAT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU STEVE ROGERS. WHO THE FUCK WROTE THAT MOVIE YOU DONT DESERVE ON YOUR LEFT KILLING YOU KILLING YOU KILLING YOU #im okay :) btw. im super chill abt this. i dont even care really.#speaking

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criminalamnesia · 3 months

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Simon x Reader whose already work with TF 141 for a pretty long time. And one day, there's a traitor around the base, leaking their information. All of the proof are leading to reader but reader always deny it! And they interrogated reader, and reader always deny it! And he's (with other 141 members, of course, but it mostly him) do their torture methods to get information out of reader. They keep doing it until someday, the real traitor finally captured!

And make the reader traumatized, pls. Like, she would have trust issues, trauma, and others. She wouldn't forgive them, tho.

ooooo the angst. had to sit on this one for a few days before I wrote something, but here goes nothing.

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when you blink open your eyes, the room is dimly lit. it’s silent save for the sounds of your labored breathing.

you must’ve passed out. one second johnny— a man you’d known for years—was slicing into your skin with a knife. the next, you’re staring into an empty room.

your hands jerk up involuntarily. still bound. the rope holding them to the arms of the chair have rubbed them raw. the skin is bright red and bloody. it makes you grit your teeth.

you look down at your lap, taking inventory of the parts of your body you can see. large gashes break up the fabric of your tac pants. the blood surrounding the deep wounds is dry and crusty.

one of the cuts looks like it’s getting infected. you swear you can see bone.

you’d taken this kind of suffering before. been capture by enemies, held and tortured and pushed to the brink of death. this was different. this was being done by your team. men you’d bled with. cried with. laughed with.

one you’d even slept with. the same one you loved. the one you called yours.

the door to the room swung open, hitting the wall with a metal thud. your head slowly lifts, eyes squinting to see him. by his stature, you know it’s simon.

he doesn’t bother shutting the door behind him. instead, he walks towards you slowly. as he comes closer, can make out his eyes in the sea of dark paint he smears around them. the same paint you’d helped him apply a time or two.

“back for more?” you say, and it’s meant to sound sarcastic, but all it sounds like is pitiful. your voice cracks, and pain seeps into your tone.

the first rule they’d taught you about scenarios like this was to never let the enemy know it’s working. never let them know that they’re hurting you— that they’re slowly wearing down your defenses.

well, you’d just broken that rule, and you hadn’t even meant to.

you didn’t know how long you’d been tied up, subjected to torture by men you had once called your family. all because a fucking liar whispered your name into their ears. all because they fucking believed it.

apparently the years meant nothing to them. to him, least of all, considering he’d done more damage to you than the rest of them.

simon comes to a stop in front of you. his hands are empty by his sides, but that’s not reassuring. there’s a table full of weapons off to the side. he would have his pick of the litter.

“ready to talk yet?” he says, and his voice is gruff. his tone is hollow. he’s speaking to you the same way he’d spoken to countless enemies. it makes you sick.

“fuck you, simon,” you spit out.

the betrayal of john, gaz, and johnny had hurt. but simon’s betrayal? that was enough to almost put you in the ground.

you’d stopped pleading with them the second they tied you to the chair. now, you were angry. furious. rage filled your veins, and if you weren’t beaten to all hell, you’d find a way out of these fucking restraints and strangle the man in front of you to death.

the man you loved. you’d thought you meant something to him, but apparently not— because who tortures someone they love?

“if you talk,” he ignores your outburst. “it’ll be easier. quick.”

“fuck. you.” you enunciate the words, your jaw impossibly tight as you grit your teeth. “im not the fucking rat.”

“all the evidence,” he starts as he disappears from your vision. you know he’s going to pick his weapon of the hour. you force yourself not to shudder.

“points to you.”

“take that bullshit evidence and shove it up your ass, riley,” you seethe, ropes pulling taut as you lean forward in the chair.

he’s back in your line of sight now, brandishing a large knife.

“you’re only making it harder on yourself, love,” he tuts, and then he’s swinging the knife down, right onto one of your fingers.

you scream as the blade cuts right through skin and bone. your teeth dig into your lip, drawing blood as you refuse to give him more of a reaction. it fucking hurts, but you’ll be damned if you let yourself cry.

“feel like talking now?” he asks, watching as half of your left pinky finger falls to the floor.

“or should we take off another?”

you look up at him, hoping he can see the hatred in your eyes as you speak your next words. “you could take the fucking hand off and I’d still have nothing to tell you.”

“let’s see how true that is then, eh?” he replies, and raises the knife again. he’s about to swing, when someone comes running into the room.

“ghost!”

it’s johnny. he’s obviously winded as he stops beside simon, dropping his hands to his knees as he struggles for breath.

“what, mactavish? im busy.”

“they’re—” he gasps. “they’re not— the— rat.” he says between breaths.

the room goes impossibly still. so quiet you swear you could hear the men’s heartbeats (or maybe that pounding in your ears was your own).

“you sure?” simon’s voice is softer as he lowers the knife and turns to johnny. the younger man nods, his eyes trained on you. you can see the regret in them, the sorrow.

“it’s fucking shepard.”

it’s not funny, but at the news, you burst into laughter. the men stare at you in confusion, but you can’t stop.

you’re laughing so hard you’re crying, and they’re just standing there.

“are you alrigh’?” johnny’s asking as he moves towards you. he’s fully recovered his breath now, and he drops to a crouch to be eye level with you.

you don’t answer— you can’t. you keep laughing. distantly, you hear the knife simon was holding clatter to the ground. can just make out the sound of more footsteps out in the hallway, coming towards the room.

you pass out.

when you wake up again, you’re in the infirmary. your eyes open slowly, adjusting to the bright fluorescent lights.

“easy, love,” a voice to your right drawls.

your eyes are fully open now. you look down at yourself, noticing the lack of bindings. noticing the iv taped to your arm, the stitched cuts, the black and blue bruises, the missing fingernails and missing finger.

the person sitting next to you clears his throat. that’s when you look up and meet the eyes of your captain.

your captain. the man who was supposed to lead you, to keep you safe. what a fucking joke. he’d started the damn witch hunt.

“how d’you feel?” he asks, his words soft, like he’s trying not to scare off a timid animal.

you stare at him for a beat. then two. then you’re moving, pulling the iv from your arm and shakily pushing yourself up in the bed. price is telling you to stop, reaching out to push you back down, but you slap at his hands.

“get the fuck off me!” you shout, and that takes him aback. he stops, frozen, as he watches you shift in the bed. you throw your legs over the side of it and prepare yourself to stand.

“you really shouldn’t—” he begins after he’s regained his senses, but you pay him no mind. you place your feet on the ground and start to stand. your legs wobble, almost give out, but you’re able to stand. barely.

“shut up,” you growl, stumbling forward and towards the exit. he’s moving to cut you off, and you slide him a gaze that’s sharper than a knife. “and leave me the fuck alone.”

he halts again. he seems almost scared of you— but that can’t be right. even on your best days, he would still beat you in hand-to-hand combat.

he’s not scared of your threats or your frail body. he’s scared of what he’s done to you.

just then, johnny and gaz come through the infirmary doors.

“cap, y’alright? we heard yellin’—” johnny begins, but his mouth snaps shut at the sight of you out of bed.

you’re heaving from your spot next to the bed. your legs are shaking violently, threatening to give out any second. you feel nauseous and numb.

“let’s get you back into bed,” gaz says, and he starts towards you, but you stop him as your gaze snaps to his.

“don’t come any fucking closer. any of you.”

“bonnie,” johnny murmurs. he sounds miserable, but you don’t care. don’t give a fuck about how any of them feel.

“don’t. im leaving,” you grunt out, moving a foot forward slowly. you’d be damned if you fell in front of them.

“you can’t, love. you’re in no shape to be walking.” john says, and you snarl.

“and whose fault is that?”

the men stay silent as they watch you slowly shuffle towards the foot of the bed. you’re bracing yourself to walk on your own when simon walks in.

“get back in bed,” his tone is blunt. you ignore him.

you remove your hand from the bed, move to take a step forward without support, and you begin to crumple to the floor.

simon moves forward, quick as a cat, and catches you. he lifts you into his arms bridal style, and you’re screaming hysterically. your limbs are flailing the best they can in such a battered state. you’re in fight-or-flight mode, your body betraying your desire to put up a steely front.

your palms slap against simon’s upper body and his masked face. he gives no reaction. he doesn’t say anything. the others are watching the exchange silently. the room is buzzing with tension.

“get off me!” you screech, landing a slap to simon’s cheek. “let me— let me go! let me go!” you’re gasping for breath, tears streaming down your cheeks. you’re panicking. your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest.

“put me down! get— get— off me! stop—” you sob.

the doctor rushes into the room then, yelling at the men for allowing you out of bed. you can’t make out what she’s saying over the rush of blood in your ears. you feel light-headed. you can’t breathe.

“put them down, now!” the doctor yells at simon. “they’re having a panic attack— I thought I told you four to stay away from them? they’re too vulnerable right now—” the doctor is chastising them as simon places you back in the bed.

spots are dancing in your vision. you don’t even feel it when the doctor sticks another needle into your arm. the words being exchanged above your head are muffled. it’s like you’re underwater.

john’s face comes into view, then johnny’s, then gaz’s. as your eyes start to close, you notice the only face you don’t see again is simon’s.

when you wake up again, it’s been two weeks.

the doctor had put you into a medically induced coma to allow your more serious wounds time to heal, without risking another episode. unbeknownst to you, the members of your team had stayed by your bedside almost the entire time— minus simon. he hadn’t come within ten feet of the infirmary since the day of your panic attack.

there’s fresh flowers on the bedside table. a steady beeping of the heart monitor. a fuzzy feeling in your head.

it feels like a dream, all of it does. none of it feels real as you settle into your body again. but then the hurt starts, and you remember the truth.

your family betrayed you. your lover betrayed you. they locked you up and tortured you. they didn’t believe you.

when the doctor came to your side to check your iv, she smiled.

“how’re you feeling?”

you look up at her, and it takes a moment for you to speak.

“don’t,” you begin. your mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. “don’t let them…in here. don’t…wanna see them.”

the doctor nods in understanding, and she doesn’t say anything else to you. she turns and walks out of the room.

the door clicks shut behind her. she lets out a sigh before turning around to face the three men.

“they don’t want to see you.” she tells them, and their expressions drop. they don’t protest, and like wounded puppies, they walk off.

no one else comes to check on you for a few hours.

you’re in and out of consciousness— can’t tell what’s real and what’s a dream. flashes of your torture come back to you. flashes of a smile. of a scarred face. of hands on your hips and—

you crack your eyes open, and the room is dark. the only light is the blinking of some of the machines. it illuminates the room enough to allow you to see a large, dark figure slip from the room. the door clicks shut so quietly it’s almost imperceptible.

that’s when you notice fresh flowers on the bedside table.

your eyes start to droop once more, and you chalk up whatever you just saw to a dream, while simon exhales heavily on the other side of the infirmary door.

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authors note:

I hope this alright! it’s one in the morning (and I’m half asleep writing this) so I apologize for the errors that are most likely present, and the sense this most likely lacks. I feel like I could write a whole book about this idea, but im cutting myself off to sleep lol.

thank you for the ask, I hope I did your idea justice. 🫶

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Hi, I would like to ask for a smut from Adam x fem Reader, his dear wife is going to pay him a visit at his work and in the end they almost get paid for lute

New Eve (Adam x Fem! Wife! Reader)

-SMUT AHEAD MINORS DNI-

Other warnings: Adam Being Adam

I hope I wrote this ask and understood it correctly! Adam is my guilty pleasure. I love men who are dumb as rocks and who are going to be absolutely leashed by even stronger women.

REQUESTS OPEN

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There's a saying that all good things come in threes, Lilith, Eve, and you. Adam's final wife, who physically couldn't be swayed by Lucifer because Adam had met you in Heaven. When you passed through the pearly gates, you were greeted by none other than the first human himself. You were in awe for about two seconds until you quickly gathered the first man was a complete and utter dickhead. He seemed to falter when you walked past him to greet an angel named Lute, Adam's second in command. She tensed a little as you introduced yourself, ignoring Adam's protests that dubbed you a Queen Mega Bitch.

All this to say, it took about three months before Lute caught Adam sticking his tongue down your throat with you latched onto him like a koala. You made a distressed sound at being caught while listening to Adam laugh above you. You distinctly heard him call your mouth as good as a vagina while pressing a kiss to your hairline. "Adam!" You hissed, pulling on the horns of his mask as he let out a defiant sound, "Inappropriate."

"Ugh yeah, that's kind of my thing, sugar tits."

"You need to not make it your thing, or this thing doesn't happen." You drew your line in the metaphorical sand before marching out of the room, faintly hearing Lute argue about Adam's behavior behind you.

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Two years later, you were Adam's new 'Eve' in heaven with two golden rings to prove the love that formed between the two of you...somehow. Did the both of you fight constantly? Yes. Did you want to wring his neck every time he opened the gaping hole he called a mouth? Also Yes. But did you love him...unfortunately. Even though he had a laundry list of bad habits, a vulgar mouth, and gross hobbies, he had his moments. He was protective, fiercely so, and despite his fuck boy personality, he only had his sights set on you. Lute often asked you what you saw in Adam, and you'd reluctantly sigh and give a tired grin, "He makes me laugh. Plus, with proper motivation, he's putty in my hand." Lute made a sound of understanding, nodding her head,

"Ah, yes. Use your feminine wiles to control those weaker than you, even if they may be physically stronger. We must use what we are given as women. Well, you must. I'm very strong without using that to my advantage."

"Yes, exactly," You snickered as Lute stopped outside Adam's office. "Which is exactly why Sera put me in charge of convincing Adam to meet with The Morningstar's daughter." You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose, "I'll see you back here later, then?"

"Yes, ma'am." Lute bowed, "I wish you luck...you'll need it. He's in one of his moods." before taking off into the sky and down the hall. You reached up with a stretch of your arms, fluffing up your wings to look extra pretty before knocking on Adam's door,

"Adam." You hummed, knocking on the grand marble door once before opening it. You leaned against the entranceway, wings brushing against the floor, as his head shot up.

"Sugartits!"

"Not my name!" You dodged Adam's hug with a flurry of your wings; he grinned, shoving the door closed with his hip. "Adam," you said in warning as he used his angelic magic to fly towards you and trap you within his arms.

"and what would you prefer I call you? My Bitch? Wifey?" He mused, peppering sloppy kisses against your cheek and down your neck. "We could go with Queen or Goddess, preferably." You shot back, dragging Adam down to sit in his chair; you hummed gently, removing his mask from his face. He leaned back, kicking his legs up on the desk as you slid down into his chest, straddling his hips. You hummed, running your fingers through his brown hair, and he melted into your touch, "My name works, too."

"I guess we can settle on Queen. Does that make me your King?" Adam preened as you scratched under his chin,

"Without a doubt...but we must talk about the Young Morningstar."

"Who?" He made a faux confused face which you raised an eyebrow back at in response, "Ugh, Lucifer's cunt daughter. What about her?"

"She's been begging for a meeting. I suggest you meet with her." Your lips began to trail down his neck, nipping at his skin as his body flushed.

"But that's so much work, sugar." He groaned, running his clawed hands through your hair, "Can't I just say fuck off back to hell we're gonna exterminate all of you regardless."

"Sera wants you to at least meet with her one time; she's giving you a lot of trust to handle this on your own."

"And if I do what you ask, what'll you give me?" He mused, eyes sparkling. You huffed, hitting him with the back of your wing, and he laughed, "Come on, you gotta sweeten the deal for me, mama."

"You're such a bastard." You huffed, moving to pull your hair out of your face. He moved his legs to the ground, and you could slide between his knees. "Robe off unless you want dirty," you commanded as Adam fumbled out of it quickly.

"I love you~" He leaned back with a sly grin, hand reaching up to move your head closer to his lip. Your fingers spread across his thighs, and you huffed softly, looking up at him.

"I love you more. If I do this for you, you promise to meet with young Lady Morningstar?"

"You can't just fuck me because you love me?"

"Bite me." You sneered, but there wasn't any malice in your voice as he stood up, picking you up off the ground and pressing your back against his desk.

"Oh, it would be my pleasure. I can't say your robes will survive, though I might need to get you some new ones." Adam popped the buttons on your robe, allowing your body to be laid bare for his eyes. He watched your breathing hitch as his long claw trailed down your neck to your chest. "Fuck I love these puppies, you know that?" Adam grinned, grabbing fistfuls of your breasts, squeezing and kneading to his heart's content. Your husband was like an oversized golden retriever. When he sees something he likes, he obsesses over it like a man deranged. His favorite playthings of yours were your tits and ass. "Any meetings?"

"None. I'm yours for the rest of the day. You can mark me how you'd like; I'm yours, my husband. Well, until you meet with the Princess."

"Fuckkkkk yeah, baby, come 'ere." Adam dove between your breasts, and he felt you suck in air through your teeth. He began to bite and suck on the supple flesh of your chest; you keened, arching into his mouth, hands tangling in his brown hair. You could tell from the way his teeth would graze against your nipples and your flesh he was doing everything in his power to leave marks on the skin.

"Adam...ngh." You panted, feeling his hand move down from your breast to slide down your stomach and between your legs. "Shit," You squeaked, feeling him tease your clit with his thumb and forefinger with a dopey grin on his face.

"There's my favorite girl," He flicked your nub skillfully; for being a massive asshole, this prick sure knew where to find your clit. One finger slid between your folds, and you tossed your head against the cold marble desk. "Damn, only one finger has you acting up? I must not be treating you good enough," He purred as another finger entered you, stretching you out to be big enough for, 'the first ever man god created.' Adam watched with delight as your wings spread out and trembled, glowing with a soft golden glow. "That's it, you're being such a good girl for me. Are you ready?"

"Yes." You panted, "Adam, please."

"God, you beg so nicely, you little slut," His hand reached up to grip your throat, causing you to let out a desperate whine, hips bucking into his fingers. "Beg Harder," He demanded, moving your hand to palm him through his trousers, stiff and aching. "Look at how hard you make me. How desperate. I need you to worship your god."

"Yes, sir." You purred, "You're my God, Adam. I need you, I'd worship for your love, your touch, your dick." You dragged your hand up your chest, playing with the swell of your own breast, "Don't you want to make me happy, baby?"

"More than anything." Adam's eyes lit up in elation, "Stay with me. Don't go to Lucifer. You're mine." He snarled, hands around your throat, "Say it."

"I'm with you. Only you. Forever Adam." His entire body seemed to relax when you said that, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek and lips. "I love you, you annoying Dickweed."

"Love you more, Sugartits." He grinned cheekily before lowering himself to you with a hiss-like laugh. "Tight as ever, and that's why I love you,"

"If you keep talking nonsense while you're literally inside me, I'll cut off your dick,"

"Sounds kinky."

"Adam."

"Fine, Fine, you're so vanilla." He mused, albeit his tone was much softer, fonder than his earlier teasing. His hands grabbed under your knees and pressed you close with a snap of his hips. You both let out a moan, yours higher pitched and needier, bucking your hips, searching for more friction than he was currently providing. You always savored the way he was able to fill you up, he wasn't the longest but god was he thick filling you in all the right ways. Every time his hips snapped into you, you could feel just how deep he kissed your cervix. "Yeah, you like that?" He panted, "Like how deep I'm getting? From the way you're dripping, you're practically soaking through my table. Your vag is like a vice, babe, so tight for this big cock."

"Hm. Your words always know how to turn me o-ng-ff." You moaned out this end at a particularly sharp thrust of his hips. "Fuck you," You panted as he grinned down at you,

"Good news, wifey, that's exactly what we're doing-"

"Sir!" You let out a scream as Lute slammed the door of his office open, you climbed against Adam's body like an embarrassed Nun. He groaned, still inside you but having the decency to cover you with his wings.

"What do you need, Lute? I'm a little busy getting it on with my sexy ass wife." Adam complained, motioning to the top of your head, to which you made an embarrassed sound of mortification. "Can this be rescheduled or-"

"The Princess of Hell is here, Sir. She just showed up-"

"Are you for real telling me that the bitch Princess of Hell is seriously cucking me right now?!"

"...Yes."

"(Y/n) If I killed her for interrupting us, would you be pissed?"

"Beyond Adam."

"Fuck."

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