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mosaickiwi · 1 month

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Little "Love" Notes

Angel should really tell someone if they think somebody’s breaking in but instead they do… this? For some reason.

very good idea

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Quiet and quick as could be, [REDACTED] slowly opened your window by the fire escape. He climbed in carefully, a little astonished that you still weren’t bothering to lock it after all these months. Their boots hardly made a sound as he took practiced steps over the hardwood floor of your apartment and headed straight to the kitchen. He didn’t need to see to know which floorboards would creak or groan underfoot.

Just as they expected, the usual sight that had him even more excited to go on his now almost nightly break-ins was there to greet him. A handful of hastily scrawled, bright pink sticky notes were slapped across various surfaces.

At some point or another you'd gotten sick of things going missing. Sure, most of them turned up after a while—and always right where you thought you'd left them—but even still it annoyed you. So you started leaving silly messages for your supposed burglar. He chose to read them as love notes.

“Don't take anything in here you BITCH I'll be so mad!!” screamed one from its place on a kitchen cabinet. Your writing there was a little illegible from how fast you surely wrote it, but he found it endearing.

Another, on the side of some faded plastic-ware read, “I made these cookies for a friend but a lot of them came out wrong. You may have the burnt ones.”

“Give that ugly red shirt back it doesn't belong to me.” That was the last one he could find in the room for now, left on top of the counter next to the notepad and pen you always used.

As much as he wished to, the hacker usually didn’t respond for fear of confirming your needless worries. They'd never want to harm you like a real burglar. But he always followed the instructions when he could. And he could do some of those tonight.

Since you'd so nicely asked, he left the bottom cabinet alone. They already knew what you kept in there anyway. He wouldn’t tell a soul.

He took a few burnt cookies out of the container left on the counter—not enough that you'd notice. Some to eat once he left, and one to keep. It was another thing you offered up to him, after all.

But the sorry excuse of a shirt that your (worst) childhood friend had left behind was long gone. [REDACTED] had already given it a much needed vacation to the bottom of Lake Bluemoss, along with some other items that Leon had dared to leave among your belongings.

With the notes in the kitchen mostly taken care of, he set off towards your laundry closet. Only to find the small sliding door in the hallway closed shut with a note of its own smack dab in the middle.

“Please don't take my comfy clothes anymore :c I know you always give them back but it'll be getting cold soon!! You don’t want me freezing in the middle of the night, do you? Won't you forgive me? Pretty please? ♥ ♥”

Mind going a mile a minute, [REDACTED] had to read your beautiful handwriting again and again as if decoding a different language. Those tiny, black inked hearts at the end of the note were all he could understand in the moment. Your sweetly written, pleading love letter finally sunk in once he managed to shake away the haze you’d unknowingly swept him into.

This one was a risk that he was willing to take. Of course they wanted you to be comfortable. He gently peeled the note off so it wouldn’t tear, and folded it away to tuck into his jeans.

Then, the dark haired man began to tug his favorite hoodie up and over his shoulders.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

You lazily pulled the folding door open in search of a blanket. It was just a little bit colder for some reason when you woke up this morning, so you needed something to keep you cozy while you waited for Violet to come over later that afternoon. You reached up to the middle shelf where you normally kept extra blankets, but something just below it caught your eye.

A huge, black hoodie sat folded on top of the pile of clean towels you forgot to take care of days ago.

You didn't recognize it, but it had to belong to one of your friends, right? They all formed a habit of leaving stuff with you once you moved back to town. Jae still hadn’t picked up the roller skates he got for Maple—they were only used the one time.

Ignoring the blanket you meant to grab, you picked up the hoodie and slipped it on. The giant thing practically swallowed you, sleeves enveloping your hands and the hem falling well past your hips. The garish horror design that decorated its front didn't seem to be anything your friends were into, either.

But it was warmer than you thought possible. Plus, it smelled nice, like cherries and a little familiar comfort of something you couldn't place. Whoever it belonged to surely wouldn't mind if you kept it for a while.

You didn't bother to spare it another thought and hurried off to check the kitchen. Hopefully the cookies you'd painstakingly baked yesterday were still there.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy redacted #14dwy ren #momo writing #yesterday was april fool's...#but redacted is a year round fool /silly #they are my fool i love them #also weird little freak angel love them too #anyways i said this for a haha funny joke but i thought about it a LOT #that is how all my redacted ideas start... why am i like this

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addicted-to-dc · 9 days

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Jekyll/Hyde - Taskforce 141 x Reader

Okay, didn't like the first fic I wrote so here's this one instead lmao. Still figuring out team dynamics... but I can't wait to explore moreeee.

Tags for those who encouraged me to write this. Thank you!!! @greeniegreengreen @aeilani @poetslastdeath (Thanks for the writing prompt!! Imma go crazier with it soon)

Content Warnings: Typical CoD violence, ptsd, reader is going to be unhinged (even more so in the next chapters).

“She’s not a good fit.” You were waiting for the line; another iteration of the same denial you’ve encountered everywhere you go. “It’s all solo work, can she even work with a team?”

Your throat burns at the statement. Despite the stabbing pain with each demeaning sentence, you can’t help but continue eavesdropping. Your file has lies written on nearly every page, all the ‘solo missions’ redacted and sealed so tightly even you couldn’t read them.

“John.”

Laswell is too kind to you, too stubborn, somehow seeing right through your heavily defended psyche. Playing matchmaker with the 141 is a mistake. These men don’t need you. You’re disposable, belonging nowhere yet everywhere. They already have a psychotic on the team, the position has been filled since the damned taskforce was created.

“Ignore the files, look at her.” The fucking PowerPoint. It’s like you’re a mutt she’s trying to adopt off. As if a photo of you would convince them to accept. You’re a liability. It won’t be long until you’re sent off on another suicide mission, doomed to survive and repeat the process over again. Laswell sighs. “She’s never been assigned a solo mission.”

“Lone survivor?” Says a new voice. The Scottish accent tells you it’s one of the sergeants, Mr. Mohawk. “Sounds familiar, eh, Ghost?”

There’s no response, a barely discernable grunt takes the place of an answer. Then this ‘Ghost’ speaks: “Jekyll and Hyde?”

“She’s a completely different person on the field. Jekyll specializes in intelligence, sabotage, and infiltration. A screw loose, yes, but Hyde…” You don’t belong here. They know it. You know it. It seems like Laswell is the only one out of the loop, but you will never doubt her stubbornness. Your stomach drops. “Hyde is unstoppable. She flips that switch… you have a wildcard that will turn the tide.”

Maybe you should just leave. Maybe you should take up Graves’ offer. He’d gladly take you, but you’re not sure what’s holding you back from finally pulling the trigger… you should really work on your wording.

“She’s survived alone for so long; she needs a team that can survive WITH her.”

You eye the window, admiring the view of the forested area that claims most of the land. This building is commercial, an office building repurposed for government use… and it seems they forgot to lock the window. It slides open with ease, and the 2-story drop is nothing. You’ve fallen from deadlier heights.

“JEKYLL!” You don’t bother turning around, Laswell’s voice ushering you to make a break for it into the forest.

Turning around, you salute them, sarcastically of course, and bolt into the forest as the group rips their own window open. Serves them right for talking shit when you can clearly hear everything. Your eyes flick around, spotting a sturdy enough tree to climb up. The forest is old, old enough to be your perfect personal playground. It’s been a while since you’ve been in one. It screams “HOME!” in your brain, but you shove that thought down. That home is across the world, your claim etched into the tops of the trees.

It’s not difficult to climb into a spot, it’s nearly as easy as breathing. The ambience of the forest is enough to take away the pain in your chest, the wind grounding you with its bite. Sighing, you slump against the bark and look upwards. The clouds look extra poofy today. A great contrast against the bright blue sky.

You close your eyes. It’s as if you’re there, survival being the only goal in your mind. Nothing weighing you down…

“Jekyll!”

You look down, disappointed that they found you already. War never changes and peace never lasts, including your own. Captain John Price glowers at you from below. You’re starting to feel a bit better, especially since this perspective is too damn hilarious. What a little, angry dude.

Ignoring the man, you slowly move from branch to branch. Running won’t solve anything, they chased you for a reason. Laswell did this on purpose. The revelation makes you freeze. Scowling, you whip around to face the men. “Look, I don’t appreciate Laswell meddling with my shit either, but mention anything about my teams again and I’ll cut your fucking tongues out.”

“Fair.”

Your eyes flick to Ghost, the darkest thing in the forest. It’s almost as if darkness clings to him. You could easily disappear, this forest is vast, yes, but it would be a walk in the park to a nearby town compared to your previous unsavory experiences. You know this, but it seems Ghost knows too. He’s tense, watching you closely for any tells. It’s funny, you’re doing the same thing. Great minds think alike.

“How’d you like the PowerPoint?” you lean against a branch, scratching a scar on your chin. “Was it the maroon or grey themed one?”

Silence, but then an answer from one of the sergeants, Mr. Mohawk. “Grey.”

You frown, allowing yourself to swing to a lower branch. “Funny, she said she changed it. Liar.”

“Laswell a liar?”

“All of you are liars,” you immediately throw back, sizing up all the men. “To others… to yourselves.”

“And you’re not a liar?” The other sergeant asks. Curious man, a seeker of truth. His determination is difficult to ignore, a sense of justice that could rival yours. Good. There’s not many left in this world. He shall henceforth be Sunshine.

You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Lies kill in our line of business, even the small ones, Sergeant. Not my weapon of choice. Now, are you rejecting me or not?”

“No.”

Now that’s interesting. You descend a few more branches. “Why?”

“The PowerPoint.”

You scoff, landing softly onto the forest floor. It takes only a few steps to close the distance. Hesitance invades your mind. This group will be different. You’ll just have to place your trust in Laswell and her mysterious ways. “Next mission?”

“Not much to go on, we’re waiting on Laswell for intel.”

Nodding, you glance at the team. “You going to bother introducing yourselves? Don’t bother, big boy, I already know who you are.”

Ghost looks like a challenge, very throwable. Maybe you’ll get a chance in the field. The Sergeants exchange glances. Aren’t they cute.

“Too late, you’re Mr. Mohawk and Sunshine now,” you state, adjusting your vest and walking away. “Give me 24 hours, Price.”

And with that, you leave the men alone to focus on your favorite task… digging for intel.

“Jekyll.”

You halt in your steps, turning around. “Yes, Captain?”

He steps forward. “You’re 141, we work as a team. You haven’t lost us yet.”

The pain returns, the ringing in your ears reaching a crescendo despite the forest’s calming aura. Blood, so much blood, gasps for breath and- Your jaw tightens, any more pressure and you’re sure you’ll shatter them. “Conference room 2.”

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Thanks for reading! I really want to you (the reader lol) to pitch in and decide where to go! I think a little choose your own adventure would be cool. I'll start it up within the next chapter or two. I'm so exciteddd to write again. I hope my writing muscles aren't too decayed XD

If anyone has suggestions, do not hesitate to comment! I need more unhinged mutuals on here pls

#taskforce 141 x reader #cod x reader #captain john price x reader #simon riley x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john mactavish x reader

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your-average-yandere-lover · 2 months

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14 𝓓𝓪𝔂’𝓼 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓡𝓮𝓷/𝓡𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷’𝓼

Things I genuinely think Ren-Ren and Redacted would do, because they live rent free in my mind. Did I get the both of them a little mixed up a bit; probably. Yandere and slight NSFW Content trigger warning! ૮‪ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ა

18+ Content; Minors Do Not Interact

❥ Much like your blow up mattress in the closet, Ren/Redacted would tamper with anyting that insensitive’s having guests over. You bought travel sized soap’s for guest’s to use when they come over? Really? Are you sure? No you didn't—the products aren't where you would have put them so maybe it was all part of your imagination; maybe you used them.

❥ However that being said, if you have a chalk board and write a cute little ‘welcome’ message on it, he wouldn't tamper with it, despite the message being for guests. Instead he'd pretend you wrote it especially for him, and stare at if for a couple minutes after walking in; your hand writing is too cute to look away!!! although if you happened to have a generic target welcome sign, he’d snag it or make it look like it fell super hard on the floor so it’s ruined. The apartment building you’re in has plenty of issues so maybe the rats climbed the table and knocked it off—if this happens you should really give that landlord a piece of your mind! Or move in with Ren/Redacted.

❥ Prior to meeting Redacted’s Ren persona, Leon invited you out to the beach. You were so excited to see your childhood friend again after all the time you spent apart; you even bought a new swim suit. You set the folded suit nice and neat on your living room table, ensuring nothing would happen to it. However when you woke up the suit had somehow ripped and your bottoms wouldn't stay on… you couldn't necessarily surf commando and considering how much money the suit put you out, you decided to call it, giving Leon a quick text. It had to be those damn rats again!

❥ If you like to bake—whether you’re good or not, you notice that anything you leave out has little indents, as if you unconsciously bumped the cake or knocked it with a butter knife while applying the finishing touches. Guaranteed Redacted and Ren both straight up ran a finger along side it like a kid at a birthday party who can't have a piece yet. Every time you leave something out, Ren/Redacted deeply contemplates how much they can take before you notice. They would definitely make it look like it fell off the table after having a piece— if they knew it wouldn’t upset you. Most always they stops themselves from destroying the baked good because it’s something their Angle made, with love! When they think about how they just tasted something made with your love, their brain goes haywire with scenarios of you baking together.

❥ Your perfumes have been draining so quick lately, to the point in which you wondered if all of Conan bay could smell you when you walked outside. Honestly, were you using that much? No, Redacted plays smarter not harder. He popped off at his nearest Ulta and bought an empty perfume sample vial, and the exact same perfume; now I know what you're thinking. If he already has the same perfume, why would he buy the sample vial? Because it just hits different when it's from ‘Your’ perfume. It's because ‘You’ own and use the perfume in your bathroom, and on top of that he gets to sneak the new perfume into your bag or your apartment after you’ve gone shopping, so you think you bought it—unknowingly accepting his gift. Drives the dude crazy. Made every awkward glance at ulta worth it.

❥ After you start ‘dating’ Ren because he declared it so, you might have the common thought to buy him a gift; what sane partner doesn't wanna put a smile on their own partner face? Did you get him a little pink cactus to put by his computer because it’s also pink and fluffy? A cutsie light up keyboard? A mug? don’t come for me :(；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ'): Bet you thought you hid it well or that if you bought it while out with him, he never noticed; ya’ wrong. Ren and Redacted both notice everything their Angle does. There is only Angle. Ren had a hunch, Redacted was just pretending to be blissfully unaware but, once you give it to him, he’ll drop hints that he knew.

❥ At some point you invite Ren/Redacted over only to find that the heater isn’t working. Every time you set it to 72, ten minutes later it drops down to 62. Luckily Ren/Redacted was there to warm you up. Ren would be more passive and wait for you to say you were cold but if you took to long he’d drop some obvious hints that he was cold even though he was in fact not cold. He was the one who was playing with the thermostat after all. This Man just wants some cuddles. Whilst I think Redacted would be adamant about wanting to keep his Angle warm (Even if angle isn’t actually cold)—maybe a bit too adamant if consensual. Even so, if cold really bum’s Angle out he would probably have never messed with the temperature in the first place or he would fix it immediately to look like he was useful around the house; to impress angle of course. He would also try this but uno reversed; it would be 84 degrees up in your Livin’ room.

❥ If you didn’t drink to much while on a dinner date, Ren might pretend to be tipsy so he can have the excuse of leaning on you as you help him get home. Ren wouldn’t want you to be tipsy when he tried this because if you were under the influence, he’d want you to feel safe with him. However Redacted can hold it, despite no confirmation of his experience with alcohol, I strongly feel he can hold it. But honestly, if he can’t he wouldn’t allow himself to get drunk in the first place because he has to protect Angle. If Angle gets drunk Redacted would politely interrogate ask her questions that she probably wouldn’t answer sober, nothing too invasive that would push any boundaries or disrespect Angle—like skeletons in the closet/ deeply personal things, no. He respect’s Angle (in a weird and confusing way) and would never manipulate her into opening up while under any influence; he wants Angle to open up to him authentically on their own timing. Instead he’d ask things like “Is (f/c) honestly your favorite color?Because I saw you eyeing that blue shirt yesterday.” Or “Did you really like the song I played you yesterday on the guitar or were you being nice to me?”

❥ Redacted would straight up send your favorite band money anonymously so they’d show up and have a free concert on the beach. This man would stop at no cost to bring your favorite band to Conan bay, well he’d have to play smart if it got too expensive; if he had to use alternative methods, he would—seeing he is a hacker after all. He would invite you the moment after the band agrees because he ‘happens’ to like the band too.

❥ If you have toys Ren/Redacted would dis them while having sex. This dude would absolutely bully an inanimate object. Rens babbles would be more so focused on how great he was making you feel and how much more attention he could pay you then silicone. Redacted however would go off on how horrible that toy was because it wasn’t filling you the way you needed it, Or how your vibrator was trash compared to his hands. They’d both point out that silicone can cum in you…like, why keep it around when you have them?

❥ You want to go for a hike? Ren would be beyond excited to go on a hike with you…All alone…With no body else for miles because he would take you on a detour away from the main trail. A detour he happens to know well since he uses it to dump ‘garbage’ in lake Blue moss. As happy as Ren would be about hiking, he would become fed up with the mosquitos feeding on his Angle—homie was ready to google how to bite mosquitos back. Like damn, go suck on a bear or something. If you invited Redacted on a hike instead of Ren they’d straight up pull the bug spray out and launch a mosquito genocide, a bug that hurts Angle is a bug that shouldn’t exist.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy ren #14dwy redacted #can’t not think about Ren-Ren!!!(;*— v —*)

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cult-of-the-eye · 1 month

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(TW brief allusion to car crashes, monster horror)

Statement of Chitra Kulkarni, regarding the view out of her bedroom window. Originally given 27th May 2008, recorded 31st March 2024, by [REDACTED], Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, Manchester.

Statement begins.

I don’t know what you want me to say, ok? I was literally just looking out my window and something seemed weird and now for some fucking reason, I’m here. No, I’m not gonna calm down, I don’t even want to be here in the first place. Jesus christ. [sounds of slumping in chair]

[unintelligible]

Fine. I guess. I can start somewhere.

I.. am not the biggest fan of my room. It’s not like I’ve had many horrific experiences in there, just a lot of shouting and mental breakdowns. But yeah. Lately, I put a lot of energy into making my room…palatable, I guess. Fairy lights and the whole shit. As much as I hate to admit that it worked, it did. Little twinkly fuckers around my room kicked the brain chemicals into working. I guess. Anway, um, in the spirit of mental health, I got into a habit, of sorts. Every night, I would climb onto my washing basket, stretch open the window and reach my head out into the night air. I felt clean, in that cold water on a winter morning way. I felt like god, in that absolute sense of detachment from those below. I wasn’t the person at their door, metallic with alcohol and metal keys and nor would I ever be them. The air was sweet, sugar granules on a milky night sky and I would breathe, deep. Even on the days when all I could think about was the screech of cars and ambulance sirens, I looked down on my little world of street lamps and pavements drenched in darkness like biscuits in tea. Until one day, I saw something.

It began as a flicker. At first, I thought it was the reflection of my fairy lights in the open window. Ha. I just. It looked like just some guy, in a hoodie and jeans and I remember thinking I had similar jeans, in a surreal calmness. But he had a stiffness to him as if he was being held up by a dissociative puppeteer. It could’ve been a million things, maybe he was just some weird guy, having a moment. And then it turned to me. I finally caught a glimpse of his face. It was split into a painful smile, filled to the brim of layers and layers of baby teeth. They didn’t look like they belonged to him. I reached into myself for a scream but found nothing but blind terror. Whatever peace I found in that night sky, was shattered by the knowledge that I was not alone. I was not separate, nor clean. Not when he was looking at me with those sinkhole eyes that never seemed to end, taking over the sky in its entirety.

I don’t know when I stopped looking. I don’t really think I had a choice. I remember the sun glistening through the clouds, reintroducing the rest of my body to my aching eyes. I remember the soreness of my joints and the phone call I immediately made to my boss to take a sick day. I know you might think it’s some kind of hallucination or drug trip and I don’t know how to prove it to you other than coming here and explaining it to you, but i just can’t afford to not be believed,

I see him every time I close my eyes, [REDACTED]. I haven’t slept in days, please, could you please make it stop- i’m begging you PLEASE PLEASE MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT-

Statement ends.

I think I might, um, I think…I’m going to go get some air. Yeah.

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#tma #the magnus archives #fan statement #tma fic #tma fanfic #the mag pod

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^ Communications to the Vanguard; Letter from the Stranger [Elisabeth "Elsie" Bray]

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Destiny 2 [Bungie] | Beyond Light [Collector's Edition]

ACCESS: RESTRICTED/REDACTED DECRYPTION KEY: ekeriPC6N$ spoof REP #: 121-EUROPA-BAN AGENT(S): CHA-319 SUBJ: Review of interdict on Europa landings. ASSOCIATIONS: Active interdict; Awoken, military commitments of; Bray, Clovis; Bray Tech; cryohazard; Deep Stone Crypt; Enceladus; Golden Age; Io; Jovians; Nine; Titan, moon of Saturn; Vex

1. Prior to the Taken War, the Reef maintained an interdict upon the poorly navigable Jovian moons. That interdict has failed, allowing Guardians to begin (politely put) "reclaiming" these satellites. The sixth moon, however, still falls under Vanguard interdict. To borrow an old adage: "All these worlds are yours, except Europa. Attempt no bounties there." 2. I have been asked to review this interdict's continued necessity. My first impression is that its Europan files are so heavily redacted as to encourage the very expeditions they are presumably meant to deter. Have you ever tried to tell a Hunter that they can't go somewhere AND can't know why? 3. Europa's surface is hazardous. Intense radiation mangles both flesh and machinery. Peak temperature at the poles never climbs more than 50 degrees above absolute zero; the equator reaches a balmy 110 above. This moon was never T-formed and has no proper atmosphere. Tidal stress tortures and crackles the surface, leading to frequent cryovolcanism. There are many ways to die on Europa, but we are speaking of Guardians here. Risk of death alone cannot justify a no-landings edict.

4. The subcrustal ocean is two to three times the volume of Earth's. Life exists down there, but we have forgotten how to reach it. Rumors of some vague abyssal connection to Titan and Enceladus are unsubstantiated, and in this agent's opinion, probably nonsense. So long as Guardians do not take up sport hunting, protection of native life is not grounds for an edict. 5. A heavily armed platform of Golden Age origin keeps station over the moon. It maneuvers using either Hall-effect electrical thrust or some kind of anchor in the Jovian magnetosphere. Ordinarily this would be worth investigating, but the files suggest that the platform is a rare example of an active and unpredictably hostile Golden Age defense asset. Approach at your own risk. (Interesting note-some suggest that jumpships of the Eon series are not as rapidly engaged - this matches what we know of their designer. Jumpships are rare and valuable, so best to keep a safe distance.) 6. Recent close flybys have imaged a Golden Age compound bearing the Bray Tech insignia built in the Europan ice. The same imagery captures thousands, if not tens of thousands, of hibernating or destroyed Vex. Unlike all other Vex presences on Venus, Mars, Mercury, Io, or Nessus, there is no sign of major construction. This suggests a Vex strike force, rather than a permanent presence. What did they want? We have fought Vex before, and early aggression against their designs has always proven critical. Their simple presence cannot justify an interdict.

7. Through negotiation and horse-trading with her superiors, Awoken Paladin Kamala Rior provided me with a device capable of sundry high-physics measurements I will not detail. It reveals that Europa is saturated and interpenetrated with dark matter loops. This is a sign of the interest and attention of the Nine. Their power and influence depend on the mass of nearby stellar bodies, and Europa falls within the sphere of Jupiter-as mighty a gravitational gatherer as anything outside the Sun itself. But even in this bastion of the Nine, Europa is a focus of particularly intense observation. We have often speculated that Xûr is a construct made from the repossessed body of a Jovian colonist… but there are no known records of colonies on Europa. So what draws the Nine here? Unclear. Their interests are opaque. In any case, the gaze of the Nine is no reason to prohibit Europa- Guardians have gone much further into their influence before. 8. No known signs of Ahamkara or other ontopathic predators occur on Europa. Perhaps there are wishing-sharks in the abyssal deep, but that is purely my fancy. No grounds for interdict here. 9. Europa is a traditional stopover for Fallen raiders tanking up on reaction mass. Mithrax, VIP #3987, relays vague reports of a taboo no-go area around the Golden Age station. This prohibition apparently goes beyond fear of its weapons and could be related to the Vex. There is allegedly "something that cannot be stolen from." Tantalizing, but not grounds for interdict. 10. Many Exos have fragmented memories concerning ice sheets and Jupiter in the sky. Europa would be a logical origin for those memories, especially given the presence of Bray Tech assets. This seems to militate towards an investigation.

11.The instruments Paladin Rior provided are extremely unreliable in the vicinity of Europa. I cannot determine whether this is a result of poor construction, my own inexpert use, or the presence of something aberrant. 12. This is hardly a well-vetted piece of intelligence, but something about the imagery and lore I've collected gives me an extremely bad feeling. Something is wrong here. 13. In conclusion, I cannot find strong strategic reasons to maintain the interdict on Europa. We lifted the interdict on the Moon not five years ago, resulting in a series of strategic key victories and intelligence findings… but also triggering the arrival of Oryx, an event that gave Ghaul his Light-suppressing technology and ultimately led to the awakening of the lunar intruder. Perhaps Europa will prove as consequential? We cannot shrink from new discoveries simply because they may lead to new challenges. Victory, after all, requires escalation.

I recommend LIFTING THE INTERDICT. MESSAGE ENDS [Recommendation refused on grounds of compartmentalized information. Unable to share; please trust that your analysis has not been ignored or discarded out of hand. Regrets - IKO/0061]

----------------------------------------------------- Guardian- This is an artifact of Darkness, and now I entrust it to you. Do not take this charge lightly. I have seen firsthand what its power an do Guardians who wield it… even to you. Like all new ground, it can prove treacherous to walk. Listen to your Little Light, and remember that you will live with choices forever. it you. My grandfather came to Europa before the Collapse to seek immortality. He thought he was chosen to lead humanity to the future. His experiments to this end were… hideous. Despite my qualms, collaborated with him. I accept my responsibility in full; I would have, know everything. "O nymph, in your orisons, be all my sins remember'd." You, nymph, but the principle holds, yes? We must know what he did with the power you now grasp. I have included a hard copy of the logs I've deciphered so far. Reader beware. My grandfather was worse than you know. Your stranger I remain, E

#destiny 2 #bungie #scans #BL CE

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aftonfamilyvalues · 1 year

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what if kronkk was turned radblr fanfic (featuring aftonfamilyvalues, oatmeal, and more)

“gyns we got a problem” folx said, her voice quaking as the others stared, “kronkk is going to get the button that will either let her delete all men or all radfems in 24 hours”

claps began to fill the space before folx stopped them with a look, “but someone put a spell on her and she’s reverted back to a TRA”

gasps and screams filled the room

“how!” “we’re going to die!” “I don’t want to lose rowling!” “nooooo!!”

“quiet!” folx commanded, “we have 24 hours to peak her. everyone xx fingers in”

the group gathered in a circle stuck their hands out together and to a shout of “vagina” lifted their hands into the air and scattered away to their respective vehicles on their way to kronkk

kronkk led the parade chanting “transwomen are women” she felt like such a good person. she didn’t know what it meant but that was okay, it couldn’t be wrong if all the good guys were chanting it with her. from the side of the parade route in came a women with leg hair running towards her “kronkk it’s me! femmesandhoney!”

kronkk narrowed her eyes she didn’t recognize the name kronkk.

“transwomen are men!” she yelled desperation in her voice

“terf!” kronkk yelled pointing her finger, not knowing how to block and stay safe in real life, she did the only thing she could, she turned and ran away.

unsteady on her ankles, kronkk turned a corner out a breath. from the shadows emerged a figure, a beautiful woman, menalez

“kronkk I don’t want drama with you, you have to wake up, women are adult human females”

kronkk screamed and took off running again. kronkk ran until she spotted a taxi, flagging it down she climbed inside, “take me home! 555 fifth avenue”

the taxi sped off as the driver noticed her stressed expression, “what’s wrong?”

“the terfs are after me,” kronkk explained, “and they are evil”

“what do you mean by that?” the driver asked politely.

kronkk stuttered, “they want genocide. they let men kill transwomen”

“do you think women have the kind of power over men to make them do or not do that?”

kronkk gasped, “you’re one of them!” pulling open the taxi door, kronkk rolled out into oncoming traffic, luckily they were at a red light.

opabinia let out a sigh as she watched kronkk run away, pulling out her walkie-talkie she spoke into it “gyns she’s on the move, heading towards 5th, over and out”

“copy” hundreds of voices whispered back

hours later, kronkk was shaking and clutching her passport, as she headed onto the plane, she had to get away, she had been stopped by so many radfems all day, even her own roommate, so now she had to leave the country.

as kronkk sat in her seat, by the emergency exit, a woman and baby sat down next to her.

the woman smiled politely, “I’m kelly” kronkk gave a smile back “I’m redacted” as the plane started to go down the runway.

as soon as the fasten seatbelt sign came off the kelly woman pulled out a bowl of oatmeal to eat and the baby began to cry, loudly.

“what do you think about crying babies on planes?” kelly asked, a mouth full of oatmeal

that phrase sounded familiar to kronkk, but why? kronkk suddenly noticed the onesie on the baby it said “I love my mommy terfectly” with dino print.

kronkk let out a scream threw open the emergency exit, grabbed the baby and tossed it out. the kelly woman dove after the baby and they disappeared into the clouds.

the rest of the plane ride kronkk was shaken. when she finally landed in Toronto Canada, she was glad to be abroad and far from the united states.

“no one’s peaked her yet?” folx hissed in frustration

“we need a plan b” cisthoughtcrime said slamming her hand onto a table

“we need to kill her! the old kronkk would understand, she wouldn’t want us all to die!” lavenderfeminist said in agreement.

hoorays of agreement rang out

“no!” folx hissed “no one is killing kronkk. she’s my best friend and I love her”

“awh!” blackswallowtailbutterfly smiled “I always shipped you two!”

sapphic-schizo pushed blackswallowtailbutterfly to the ground, “no one cool ships folx and kronkk, get a life!”

“enough!” folx yelled “we only have a few hours left. we have to trust the others have this. the best radfems are on it!”

maitakecat struggled to put blorbortion onto her shoulders. they collapsed onto the ground as blorbortion tried to unlatch the window lock for the 12th time

“you have to hold steady!” blorbortion said as they collapsed into the summer snow, it was always snowing in canada

“you try it then miss expert!” maitakecat hissed. why was breaking into kronkk’s hotel room so difficult.

stana dressed as hotel butler knocked on the door. kronkk opened the door.

“Can I interest you in the views of radical feminism?”

the door slammed in her face.

kronkk turned to hear screams from her neighbor’s hotel room “intruders!” and “sorry wrong room!”

kronkk closed her curtains, turned off the light and went to sleep. she awoke to the sound of angelic music as god entered the room, her hair glowing

“redacted, I have here two buttons, one that will delete all men and one that will delete all radfems”

kronkk narrowed her eyes, “how do I know this is real”

“I thought you might say that, I brought practice buttons, this is centered on a 50 mile radius in a random city, go ahead test it”

kronkk tentatively reached forward and clicked the delete all radfem button. with a flash an image appeared in the room. a woman aftonfamilyvalues collapsed to the ground dead, with her posters of severus snape and silco in her bedroom behind her.

“ready for the real button?” the god asked

kronkk nodded and approached the real buttons, her hand hovered over the delete all radfem button.

then the hotel door opened abruptly and a voice filled the space, “beloved?”

something about that calm and wise voice made kronkk turn towards it, her hand still outstretched.

The woman walked towards her as kronkk remained frozen. something about her she didn’t understand, but she couldn’t look away. the woman and her were now staring deep into each other’s eyes, as the woman cupped her face with her hand, stroking the side of her cheek gently.

“beloved this isn’t you”

the woman leaned in for a kiss and their lips met for a passionate kiss.

kronkk suddenly awoke from the spell, with a gasp she pulled back and slammed her hand down on the delete all men button.

cheers erupted from the hallway, as folx and other radfems ran in. tears were streaming down folx’s face as she embraced kronkk into a bear hug. radicallyaligned smiled sadly as she backed away and out of the room, knowing if they ever kissed again kronkk would be put back under that spell. her love would only protect her if they never were together again.

the end

okay the taxi part was brilliant, that had me laughing. i enjoyed another fic featuring my corpse

#ask

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solunstell · 1 year

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Notes I've taken from the first three bsd novels... brainrot included

Entrance Exam:

Dazai is a terrible driver

Kunikida is scared of ghosts

Kunikida actually makes lots of references to Christianity. From the direct quote "Let there be light" when using a flashlight to "There is no difference between myself and them. Are we not all born on the same planet, only to ultimately return to the eternal heavens together in death? O divine creator, answer me." (I say Christianity because I know for a fact that the first quote is directly in the bible)

Karen Dazai

Dark Era:

Dazai is repeatedly noted as appearing younger than he is or compared to a child by Oda

This novel really helped me understand Dazai's relationship with suicide better. The way I read it, it seems like it's not about dying but almost dying to him, similiar to the dopamine rush of skydiving or mountain climbing. This lines up with the fact that he always makes dumb mistakes that fail the attempt, something that would be out of character if it were accidental mistakes.

I love Oda's narration. A bit dry and blunt. Very fitting for his story.

Untold Origins:

Naomi's suggestions for the entrance exam all being [redacted]. Also her characterization in this novel was great. Really helped me understand how the author intended her be written in a way that wasn't as transparent in the manga or anime.

Dazai says "methinks"

Kid Ranpo's voice is compared to a chicken

He also seems to have terribly hand-cut hair

Fukuzawa plays by the rules of the secretary's maze of papers, Ranpo does NOT

Oh my god Oda my boyyyyy

I noted that he is vengeful even in his assassin days

Also kinda funny how Oda's youngest appearance in the series and one of his oldest appearances in the series are both in scenes with Ranpo. I wonder if Ranpo knew...

The fact that Oda talks down about V killing for justice is very ironic.

Also, V being after a skill-less world is very similiar to the whole Fyodor Dostoyevsky thing

Natsume owed a debt to Ranpo's father

Throughout the novel, Fukuzawa notes how bad he would be at being a leader or in power. Ironic.

He also didn't know he was a skill user until after starting the agency haha. An interesting world building question is how many people have abilities that they just never know?

Ranpo autism moments:

Not eating the mochi

Getting confused over if he was using the word granted right ("You can’t take connections like this for granted… Wait. Taken for ‘granite’? ‘Granted’? Uh…”)

Immediately calling Fukuzawa's business card and saying “Please help me, Mr. Bodyguard, sir. I don’t have a job, and I’ve got no place to stay tonight. I’m going to die.”

Fukuzawa can hear him doing this over the phone and across the cafe

Actually the phone call is a bit desperate.. this entire meeting has been a bit desperate on Ranpo's part. It feels like he is trying to reach out to Fukuzawa and practically begging for help. The most interesting thing about the phone call is that it is the most honest Ranpo is about his emotions and motives in the entire meeting, and yet, he has his back to Fukuzawa the entire call. And when he gets what he wants - when he is accepted - he turns around with a big grin.

Psychoanalyzing Egawa and being confused as to why she gets mad

You have to be exact in what you ask with him or he WILL NOT know what you're really asking

My babyyy adults get mad when he speaks the truth cuz he's smart and blunt

"What's a skill user" sweetie it's the middle of a play

Ranpo NO TALKING in the middle of THE PLAY

RANPO NO

RANPO

RANPOOOOO

He's very physically expressive

He is often portrayed as more cool and collected by fanon, but this scene of the play, although it takes place when he is younger, really shows the depths of his emotions. He is confused. He is agitated. He is angry and scared. He doesn't know how to deal with his emotions and he doesn't know how to ask for help. And he has a breakdown at a really really dumb annoyance because it tips him over the edge. Probably one of my favorite scenes for his characterization.

And Fukuzawa doesn't invalidate his feelings.

His parents raised him so well. I would live an au where they didn't die and were able to bring him up the way they planned to. I think that would be fascinating to see how Ranpo would turn out.

Ranpo doesn't look down on others cuz his mother taught him not to.

Fukuzawa dad moments:

Says he'll feed this kid he doesn't know later if he keeps talking

Tempted to tell everyone in the restaurant that the kid just followed him there

“Hear that? Those are the wails of the mochi you left behind”

Tempted to say he's only thirty two when Ranpo calls him old

Ranpo basically adopted him as his dad

"Three times, Fukuzawa told Ranpo to quiet down as he whined for candy. Twice, Ranpo wore down Fukuzawa’s patience until he caved. Three times, Ranpo asked Fukuzawa why planes could fly. Four times, Fukuzawa convinced Ranpo to keep walking when he complained his legs were tired. Four times, Fukuzawa carried Ranpo on his back."

Keeps imagining ways to leave Ranpo

When Fukuzawa lashes out, Ranpo is legitimately stunned, even shaking for a while afterwards

Using a chi attack to make Ranpo think the glasses did something lmao

Fukuzawa chewing out Ranpo for the whole plan

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ejunkiet · 1 year

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to build a home

this started as a prompt fill, but turned into something else entirely. ;u;

redacted audio: asher/babe, rated teen, 1.6k wordcount, hurt/comfort.

content warnings: mentions of a home invasion, burglary gone wrong.

“Ash, there’s- there’s someone here, in the house-”

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to build a home

“Ash, there’s- there’s someone here, in the house-”

Their voice cuts off abruptly, the dial tone loud and piercing in the sudden silence that’s fallen over the Shaw Security offices. It’s unnerving in a place that’s nearly always filled with sound - the easy murmur of conversation, the rustle of papers - but that’s the last thing on his mind as he stares at the dropped call.

That was...

Fingers shaking, he selects their contact, trying to reconnect the call - but a polite voice informs him that this number is not available at this time, and what the fuck, that doesn’t make any sense, they were just-

He stumbles forward, dropping his phone onto the desk as a hand grips his shoulder to stabilise him, and his senses fill with the heavy scent of a familiar cologne. David.

“My mate, they-” He can’t get the words out, a heat building behind his eyes, even as he feels his teeth grow sharp, and he looks over his shoulder, meeting the gaze of his best friend. Fuck. Fuck. “David, that was-”

He nods, a tightness in the line of his jaw, and he’s already wearing his jacket, keys in hand. “Milo,” he calls out, receiving a sharp noise of affirmation, the rest of the office flowing into motion as Milo rounds the corner.

He has his phone already in hand, and Ash can hear the soft voice of his mate on the line as he makes his way towards the back, towards his car – and it feels like an age since he’d parked it there this morning.

He turns back to face David, his throat tight, the wolf in his teeth as he takes another tight breath. “The wards. There wasn’t- I would have known if-”

“I know.” David’s holding him tightly, his dark eyes serious as he starts moving them both forward, guiding him gently but firmly towards the front. The cars. “We’ll take the jeep.”

Once they reach the parking lot, his grip shifts to his nape, the pressure grounding. Keeping him human, he realises after a moment - and the cars would be faster, even if his instincts are screaming at him to shift, to run and bite and tear apart whoever had hurt his mate-

“-Asher.” He doesn’t realise that the low growl filling the air around them is coming from him until David calls out his name, and shit. “We need you human. Just until we reach the building.”

He can’t speak, but he nods tightly, curling his fingers around his claws, the sharp points of them digging into his palms. He doesn’t even fight it when David climbs into the driver’s seat, taking the passenger side, his eyes on the road in front of them.

Babe. I’m coming.

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#redacted asmr #redacted audio #ej writes redacted #writing #hurt/comfort for the soulllll #emphasis on the comfort #stressful period so #writing as stress relief!!#everyone needs a hug

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goldenlaurelleaveswrites · 8 months

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[Redacted]

AO3

How do you talk about the unspeakable? How do you share a secret you can’t tell?

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This was a complete accident. I was chatting with @quickspinner and @rierse and I plunnied myself and I somehow ended up with... this.

I'm still not entirely sure what this is 😅

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She dragged her feet along the cobblestones as she made her way to the bridge, doing her best to prolong what little time was left and delay the inevitable. The inevitable that was like lead in her heart.

She had been so stupid. To think that…

Being Ladybug had been hard enough. She had had so little time for her family. Her friends. Herself.

And that had been before…

She should have known better. She should have known that secrets and love didn’t mix.

That Ladybug had to come first. And the box now too…

That all she would ever do was hurt people.

And she had hurt the person in Paris who deserved it the least.

And it had been entirely her fault.

Despite her her heavy heart weighing on her and her best efforts, all too soon, she was at the bridge she knew Luka would be waiting for her on.

Her footsteps were too loud in the quiet of the night. The city was mercifully if not painfully quiet; the streets, usually bustling with nightlife were all but deserted. The river too, usually choke full of tourists taking romantic strolls along its banks, or taking in the city lights from boats, was serene and silent. It was like the city itself was holding its breath. Like it knew what she was about to do.

What she had to do.

Slowly, she made her way towards its centre, where a lone figure stood.

He was staring down into the river below, his shoulders hunched and head hanging heavily as he leaned against the railing. She knew she wore her heart on her sleeve, and in his own way, Luka was just as much an open book. She could tell by the way he was drumming his fingers on the railing that his mind was going a mile a minute, and that he was trying to slow it. Just like she could tell he was frustrated with himself by the way he was digging the toe of his shoe into the ground.

That he was hurting.

She had to stop herself from going right up to him, to stand beside him the way she had grown so used to doing. So fond of doing. It wasn’t fair to him.

None of this was.

She opened her mouth, and floundered with words that were suddenly lost to her.

“Marinette,” he said quietly, still looking down into the water.

“Luka…” she managed to say. A lump was forming in her throat that made even just his name difficult to say. “I…”

Luka pushed off from the railing, turning to look at her as her voice trailed off pitifully. His face was haunted by pain. Pain she had caused. But because he was Luka, there was patience there too. And that deep sense of understanding.

The lump in her throat was suddenly impossibly bigger, turning her already uphill battle of trying to find words she didn’t want to say into a treacherously steep climb. And it didn’t help that Luka was watching her with so much patience and care. The way he always did when she tripped over herself.

She had never wished more than right now, that she had never been chosen.

Uselessly, she opened her mouth. No sound came out. She wetted her lips and took a shaky breath.

“Marinette-” he started to say. Just the way he said it, so gently, yet so heartbroken.

“I don’t want to lie to you, Luka,” she almost whispered. “I don’t think I can-” the hurt was still so raw in his eyes. She dropped her gaze. Maybe it was cowardice, but she couldn’t look him in the eye. She wouldn’t be able to say the words she had to say if she did. “I mean-” her voice cracked. Hot tears were pricking at her eyes. “Maybe we should…”

“I’m sorry, Marinette.” Her eyes snapped back to Luka. Unshed tears blurred her vision, but she could see the anguish on his face, as clear as day. “I- I saw that you were upset.” It was so horribly odd, seeing Luka so distraught. “But I wanted to know. Secrets and lies,” he sighed, his eyes refusing to meet hers, “they’re hard for me.”

“Luka… Luka no…”

“And I meant it, whatever it is, I will support you. If you ever tell me. But I don’t want you to- not if you don’t want-”

“Can’t,” she corrected.

He paused, his brows furrowing together. His fingers plucked at invisible strings, the way they always did when he was trying to puzzle something out, whether it was a song or a math equation. And then his fidgeting froze, and he looked up at her. “Can’t?” She nodded dejectedly. He frowned, but it was the frown he got when he was concentrating on something. And then, understanding flashed in his eyes. And then he nodded solemnly. “If you can’t tell me… maybe…” despite the heaviness in his eyes and in the space between them, a familiar glimmer of what she had come to recognize as Couffaine Chaos shimmered in his eyes, “Maybe you can tell me, without actually telling me.”

“What? Luka, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Just hear me out,” he said with what sounded like an attempt at a chuckle. “You know how whenever legal or government records are released to the public, they redact private or sensitive information?”

“Yeah…” she said slowly.

“You could try that?’ he offered.

“You want me to write a report on-”

“No. I thought…” he ducked his head, dropping his gaze to stare down at his shoes. “Well, I thought since you’re here now…” he finished, somehow peeking up at her through his hair despite being so much taller.

“Oh. I…”

“But only if you’re comfortable with it!” His head had shot up, and he had taken a step towards her, his hand reaching out in a familiar gesture of comfort.

Only…

His hand had frozen. Just above her shoulder. His eyes wide with hesitation and his face wracked with guilt.

And then he had taken an uncertain step back.

And her heart had broke.

“How do I… how do I do it? Do I actually say it or do I just skip that parts I can’t tell you or…?”

A shred of a genuine smile slipped through the heaviness on his face, dissipating the guilt that had been there. The guilt he shouldn’t have shouldered. It had been her fault Shadowmoth had gotten to him…

“I don’t know. I don’t know if there’s a right way to do it. But you’re sure?” She nodded. “Ok. Take as much time as you need,” he said with a tiny, encouraging smile still tinged with the heaviness that had been there since she found him on the bridge.

“Ok…” she said slowly, still not particularly convinced. “I-” she stopped to take in a shaky breath. Luka nodded again in that patient way of his. Her breath rattled her chest as she let it go. “The reason I kept leaving your date was because redacted. Not because I didn’t want to be there.” The words came out- tumbled out faster than she had anticipated.

“How did that feel?” He asked quietly, and suddenly his hand was on her shoulder, its familiar weight comforting even with how light- how hesitant his touch was. “Better?” She looked up into piercing blue eyes brimming over with concern; she hadn’t even realized she had flinched as she had spoken, well, almost spoken the words she had kept secret for so long.

She frowned. She- she was still reeling from how Luka had been akumatized. How it had been her fault. How this whole mess had been…

But she was also…

She hadn’t told him. It was still a secret. He was still safe.

She shouldn’t have, but..

Swallowing the thick lump in her throat, she slowly nodded. “I- I do.”

His concern melted into a relieved smile.

“But I still didn’t- I still can’t…”

He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “But you did.”

“But I… you still don’t know…”

His eyes softened. There was a weariness in his eyes. A tiredness. But understanding as well.

“I don’t know where you disappear to. But I do know that it’s not a matter of won’t, it’s a matter of can’t. You said it yourself.” She gave a small nod of agreement. “And I also know that you just told me. Or at least,” he amended with a tiny chuckle, “told me what you could. And maybe it’s not the truth I wanted to hear. What I wanted you to share. But I can’t- I don’t want to force you to share your secrets…” his gazed flickered down, and his shoulders slumped.

“Luka… that wasn’t your fault. Shadowmoth… he took advantage of you. I know you would never do that. He twisted your pain. After I… after I hurt you…”

“Marinette…”

“I am so, so sorry, Luka. I never wanted to hurt you. But I did. So many times. I know I did,” she said when he opened his mouth, no doubt to protest. “I know I did,” she said again, quietly. “I hated leaving you. I hated lying. I couldn’t bear it- I can’t bear it, hurting you.”

Suddenly, she was enveloped in familiar arms. Clutching her tight to a chest, their comforting weight and pressure offering her the promise of safety and security they always did. And the dam finally broke.

Hot tears streamed down her face as she buried her hands in Luka’s hoodie. As she curled into him. “And I wanted to tell you. For a long time. But I-” she clung tighter to him, burying her hands in the soft, threadbare fabric of his favourite hoodie as she took in another shuddering breath. “I’m scared.”

Luka’s arms tightened around her protectively the second the words left her lips, and she let herself melt into him even more. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath in, trying to ground herself in the familiar scent of clean laundry and wood and something faintly aquatic- his body wash maybe. She had never asked. One of his hands had found its way to the nape of her neck, and was cradling her head as he ran soothing fingers through her hair.

“If you- if anyone found out… if I redacted… I would lose my redacted. All of them. The ones of my family. My friends. You.”

He held her as he let her cry, murmuring sounds of comfort and encouragement, and humming soothing tunes under his breath. He let her cry until she didn’t have any more tears to cry.

At some points, she had felt tears that weren’t hers trickle down the back of her neck as he held her.

“Are you…” he finally asked, breaking the quiet, “are you safe? I don’t want to- you don’t have tell me anything- But you said you were scared. I just want- need to know if you’re safe.”

Sniffling, she nodded. “I- I’m safe. You don’t- don’t have to worry about me.”

She was surprised by the quiet rumble of laughter in his chest.

“I will always worry about you, Marinette. I care about you,” he murmured into the crown of her head.

She pulled away from him, despite his protests. But just enough so that she could look up at his face.His eyes were red and slightly puffy. And there were tear tracks cutting down across his face. Her own eyes were itching, and she knew her face was just as tearstained, if not more.

“And I’ll always worry about you. I love you.”

His eyes widened ever so slightly. And then they softened before drifting down to her lips. Her own gaze shifted to his. With her hands still clutching fistfuls of his hoodie, she braced herself against him as she pushed up onto her tip toes as he leaned down to meet her halfway. At the last second, her eyes slipped shut, and her lips found his.

Despite the taste of his tears on his lips, it was sweeter than any of the first kisses she had ever imagined.

When they finally broke apart, they didn’t go far. He held her, and she was only too happy to stay there in his arms.

It was impossible to say how much time passed. Some of it, they spent in silence, content to just hold onto each other. Sometimes the time slipped by with murmured words of comfort and whispered reassurances. And some, with quiet talk of how they were going to navigate this place between truth and lies.

She sighed with contentment as she shifted in his arms to rest her cheek against his chest. And then she blinked.

That couldn’t be…

No…

She blinked. Tried to clear her vision.

But it was the same, loud, exaggerated purple hair. The same loud ensemble. There was no mistaking or denying it.

“Luka,” she whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Look.”

She felt Luka shift. She felt him turn enough to follow her gaze. She felt the sharp inhale of his breath.

It was hard to tell if Jagged could see them both staring at him; he was awkwardly hovering on the pavement, halfway between the bridge and the Liberty. He was standing close enough to one of the lights that she could see the way he shifted his weight, fidgeting as his eyes darted from the two of them and the Liberty. Like he wasn’t sure if he should retreat or wait where he was.

It was so odd… if was hard to reconcile the awkward, uncomfortable and uncertain looking Jagged with the rambunctious rockstar she knew.

“He’s my father,” Luka said quietly.

“Do you… do you want to talk to him?” she asked quietly.

Luka hummed, and the vibrations in his chest tickled against her cheek. “I do,” he said quietly. “But not yet. I just… I want to stay here. With you.” His arms tightened around her with his words, holding her so close she swore she could hear his heartbeat. “Just a little bit longer.”

She nodded. And then she tightened her arms around him as well, pulling him closer.

So that she was holding him, too.

#endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #lukanette otp #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #season 4 canon divergence #Truth canon divergence

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mosaickiwi · 5 months

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Hi hi, if your requests are still open, could you do [REDACTED] becoming self aware and finding out that the player is super obsessed with him? From his pov cuz I wanna see the internal dialogue. Been meaning to write this myself, but alas, writer’s block 😞

obsessed angel is best angel hehehe >:3c

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

~Super Obsessed Angel~

The library was often slow in the morning, so you always put some extra time into helping whoever came in. You were getting a few books off the higher shelves for an elderly visitor. As you climbed down the ladder, a stack of novels held to your chest, you were completely unaware of the other visitor who’d been sneaking through the aisles since they arrived. [REDACTED]’s gaze was glued to you, lost in thought as he watched you go about your day.

Something about you had changed since he did away with the Ren persona, as if a certain switch had been flipped on in your brain. It was easy to connect the dots for them—you'd been so obvious about it. Or maybe years of watching you just made every little change easy to spot: you were utterly obsessed with them.

The first clue was a genuine shock for once. He'd dropped you off at your apartment after a date as he always did. You were well past nervous and shy the whole time, but it was to be expected since he wasn't “Ren” anymore. Under the dark mess of hair, black outfit, piercings and tattoos, he was a nervous wreck, too. Far more than normal to pick up the hints of what came next.

As soon as your door closed the dark-haired man pulled out their phone to admire you through the cameras placed in your home. He thought you'd surely wind down on your couch before bed like usual. Maybe even chat up a friend while catching up on your favorite anime.

Instead they were greeted with the sight of you still standing in the entry and typing away on your own phone. He quickly switched to watch your screen, eyes widening at the rapid barrage of texts you were sending to Moth. All gushing with joy about your date.

Of course he committed them all to memory immediately—and his eyes had widened at some of the more interesting things you'd typed before hastily erasing it for a slightly less unhinged message. But one in particular stood out.

“I don't think I can be normal about them.”

That was months ago, and each new thing you did only reminded him of it. He noticed everything and he loved it.

Your bright smiles as you leaned into their touch, their side, their embrace at any chance you got—they had his heart soaring. If only they had let you convince them to do away with “Ren” sooner.

You even accepted the ring once thrown away all those years ago. Still on the necklace he’d worn to keep it close to his heart, but now a favored offering he would catch you playing with throughout the day while distracted by something or another.

It was everything he ever dreamed of. Of course, the quirks you picked up when you thought they weren’t looking were just as fascinating.

The way you always hastily tucked your phone away when he came back into a room was precious. As if they hadn't seen the photo of them you used as a wallpaper, least of all the dozens of other pictures you thought were safely hidden in the depths of your phone gallery. He had a picture to match each of yours in the thousands that filled his own devices.

Innocent calls in the middle of the night where you’d say you couldn't sleep just to hear their voice. He thought about teasing you and saying you could just record it, but then you wouldn't have an excuse—a blatant lie, he knew—to call. They always wanted to hear you just as much anyways, if not more. And even if you did figure out how to record it, he'd make sure the audio file somehow mysteriously disappeared.

He was almost certain of your obsession once you started taking clothes. Hoodies and jackets were obvious, especially since he intentionally left them out for you. That was more than enough to have him practically ecstatic.

Until one morning after you spent the night he realized a few things were missing from his wash pile. A cursory glance through their security system’s recordings confirmed it. The items in question had been purposefully stolen from the middle of the basket so as not to arouse immediate suspicion, and squirreled away in your bag without their notice. He’d only left your side for a moment that day to pick up the takeout order at the door. You were starting to get careful. It made him all the more desperate in seeing what else you’d do.

The sound of a scanner beeping in the silence of the library brought him back to the present as you finished up with the elderly visitor. You politely bid them farewell before sitting back in your chair with a huff.

They couldn’t help but notice the hopeful glance you threw towards a spot on your desk that was obscured from their vision. No doubt the place where you always kept your phone during work. Your hand reached out of habit for the golden ring—his ring—dangling from your neck.

Were you thinking of him? It was only fair that he indulged you. He was thinking of you just the same. One text hurriedly tapped out on his cracked screen, and he was intoxicated by the love struck way your face lit up at the buzz of your phone mere seconds later.

Eventually he knew he'd have to come clean about spying on you. But he had a feeling you wouldn't complain too much. The obsession was finally mutual, after all.

#14 days with you #14dwy redacted #momo reqs #now they're BOTH silly lil guys yippee!!!#[redacted] is still worse tho c:

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aniseandspearmint · 2 months

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Took an ill advised afternoon nap, you know how it is...

I had a dream that I was gonna play a DND game with a handful of other people except none of us had prepared characters. Or knew each other well? I knew one other person I think.

So the DM pulled out a bunch of sheets and slid them onto the table face down and said to pick one each. (The table was a fancy smooth dark wooden dining room type table).

Me and the person next to me, a woman my dream said I knew whose face I can't remember now, each reached and slid one over.

Everyone else took one too.

I flipped mine over and it was a stat page with a drawing of a fancy looking human (except maybe not the race line was REDACTED) lady, with a dark updo and a kind of Natalie Dormer smile.

Some of the stat page was filled out other bits left for me to fill in.

I thought, 'okay she looks devious. High end thief maybe? Cons old rich guys and steals all their jewels n money?'

And the gal next to me had a half elf (her race was not redacted) with red hair back in a pearl hair net, and a set of cards in her hand and a kind of mean shoulder/head tilt.

We immediately decided they were a two woman con team.

There was someone complaining that they didn't wanna play a bear furry, but I can't remember who

The DM said all choices were final, it was luck of the draw.

She slid a pot of pens into the center of the table and we all took one.

I took a purple one because I like purple, my friend took a dark red one.

Someone (they had a gnoll with a blue beaded mane holding a clock? Something with gears anyway, in front of them) asked about dice.

The DM said, 'those come in later, just name your characters, that's the important part for now. Read the info paragraph first though.'

Me and my friend are like, okay suuuure and we look down and–'

Mine was something about a lady who cooly cons aristocrats out of their money and jewels and occasionally a race horse or two.

My friend was something about a hot headed half elf that could climb any wall and had contacts everywhere, and a precious gift for document forgery.

And we were like, 'huh, that's actually pretty close to what I was imagining? Neat coincidence!'

And the DM was just like, 'Dont pick a silly name, you don't wanna get stuck with it and once you put a name at the top, your STUCK with it!'

So like, we uncapped the pens and signed OUR names. Just the first ones. Why would two con women have lasting last names, right?

The ink was black black black and shimmery and it felt like the good kind of falling?

The DM tapped my sheet and pointed to the blank line that said CURSES and AFFLICTIONS and said, 'something goes there, doesn't it?'

And I was like, 'oh huh, sure, yeah you're right'

And I started to put something down BUT THEN I WOKE UP.

It started with the word 'cold' tho.

#dreams #kind of dnd #my brain loooooves to tell itself stories i guess #I signed dubious dream papers with my real first name with a strange shimmery pen #this will surely have no consequences right?#fantasy #fiction #this plays like the beginning of an interesting isakei fantasy tho #me #my life

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chiangyorange · 1 year

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more rottmnt game changer thoughts: i like the idea of them switching off who plays sam so they all have versions of The Suit™ because i fully believe they are all capable of being the most unhinged hosts ever

anyway heres my reasons why i chose who i did for the escape room and literally its because

leo: youre not getting a fucking joke out of me until im put of this room! cassandra, directed at cards: lets go baby lets go leo: you want BITS?? leo: YOU LET ME OUT OF THE ROOM FOR BITS, MOTHER FUCKER!

and

cjj: you can go ahead and take your podiums. raph: PODIUMS?? cassandra: im sorry were not done? leo: yeah now were doing a fucking episode of 'junior says'

(more episode ideas under the cut)

yes or no - mikey is hosting (for psychologial warfare reasons)

cjj as zac (him creeping up behind cassandra with a goofy crown is a HILARIOUS mental image)

cassandra as brennan (monologue intensity)

april as ally (her fucking up the rules even tho shes the first one to figure it out is really good)

sound impression challenge (aka noise boys series) - april is hosting

donnie as josh (THE GIANT BOSS IN A CONFERENCE MEETING.)

raph as zac (imagine him doing the moose. IMAGINE. “ muuuuuuu,,,? moooooorr?? mooouuuuuur???!!”)

leo as brennan (AUSTRALIAN SPANISH TEACHER CMON ITS RIGHT THERE)

as a cucumber - donnie is hosting

splinter as katie ([gets blind folded in front of a knife throwing board] "dont tickle me.")

april as brennan ("once the phone left, i was no longer participating in this world. whose phone? april? that's made up.")

mikey as carolyn ([holding a snake] "this is a moment for me. i dont care about your little comedy show. i'm communing with nature.")

sam says (1) - cjj is hosting

leo as brennan (remembering the virtuous economic cycle after like 1 min of staring at it)

april as izzy (after recieving an air horn after the 'dont flinch' challenge and uses it immediately)

cassandra as lou ("oj simpson is [REDACTED]")

a sponsored episode - cjj is hosting (hey junior where ya from? recurring bit is so fucking funny come ON now)

april as trapp (parmesan lemon biter)

splinter as grant (starter of the "hey junior? where you from?" AND "would you take a bite?" [of parmesan covered lemon])

raph as rekha ("would you take another bite?" [of parmesan lemon])

filmed before a live studio audience - leo is hosting

sunita as becca ("hi grandgoogly! no! im being embarrased publically!")

april as izzy ([climbs into the fridge] "im not getting back in the fridge. im a GROWN woman")

cassandra as erika ([breaks potted plant] "of course the one i figured out is the one where you have to smash something.")

#rottmnt #this is purely self indulgent #feel free to take these and draw em yourself #or replace roles with someone else #or dont #i dont control what you do #this is a post for me #chiangy.txt #risegamechanger

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autisticempathydaemon · 7 months

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Redacted-tober 2023 Day Twenty-Two

Prompt: Sam & Autumn

Pairing: Sam/Darlin

cw: none

Summary: Apple picking was the most autumnal thing I could think of, so let’s put the two fictional babes on a date.

Read on AO3 here!

<- Previous Day | Next Day ->

“Darlin, have you considered exactly what you're gonna do with all these apples?”

“Eat them,” Darlin replies simply, their head popping out from branches and leaves to grin down at him. Sam can’t help but grin back, thinking they’re so cute and carefree with twigs in their hair, throwing apples down from up high and knowing Sam will catch them.

“When I said ‘please eat more goddamn fruits and vegetables’, I didn't mean three bushels full,” he says with a laugh, sweeping out an arm at the overflowing baskets of apples he’d only been able to handle thanks to his vampire strength.

“I don’t like to half ass shit,” they say, lobbing another one at his head like a cabbageball. “And you were the one who wanted to go apple picking.”

“As a date, not to stock up for the end of days.” Further down the orchard, an Autumn Acres employee tries and fails to pretend she’s not glaring at them and considering calling her manager. Darlin, having spent so much of their childhood free and footloose in the Dahlia forests, had decided climbing and swinging was the best way to go about it, rules be damned, and Sam would hardly think of stopping them when they’re so pleased with themselves.

“Well, maybe you should, since you’ll probably be around for it, you old gee-“ A branch bends wrong in Darlin’s grasp as they move from tree to another, and Sam is there with superhuman speed, catching his wolf in his arms.

“An old what now?” he asks, holding them off the ground and close to his chest with ease. His Darlin wraps an arm around his shoulders and nips playfully his chin.

“You old showoff,” they say affectionately, softly kissing away the sting of their teeth. “C’mon, let’s go load these into the car and give them to the pack. Marie’ll take a basket all on her own and make pie if you’re there.”

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee writes #redacted-tober 2023

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sameschmidtdiffname · 2 months

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DANI HII. Not a request - just wanted to tell you how much i adore your writing. 'To all i think is safe' has a very special place in my heart. Ive also reread 'sweet delights' an ungodly amount of times (like a bedtime story). Anyways, have a good break! Ill be screaming, crying, foaming at the mouth when youre back <33

Awww, thank you so much Anon!! I always love getting submissions like this, it really does warm my heart ❤

'To All I Think Is Safe' was honestly a really hard one to write since I was actively in a disassociation episode while writing it, so I'm glad it's found a special place in your heart! Glad you also enjoy 'Sweet Delights' the way I intend for all my fics lmao. Honestly, I can't even tell you how many Mike fics I have saved as my bedtime stories, most recently 'Sex Dreams' by @yanderestarangel has been the constant one in my rotation because I am- BEGGING for ftm! reader x Mike shit rn. I'm. Desperate. I'm on the cusp of writing some myself because I- lisTEEEEEEEEEEN-

Honestly, I can't wait to be off break. I love publishing for you guys, your responses are my favorite part of this whole process. But I'm keeping myself on it so that I don't burn myself out and can make sure I've got some quality shit for y'all once I do start writing again. (I'm itching to write smut. It's that time again where I'm climbing the walls for smut, thus why I broke break to write 'Pretty.' Ferally need a whimpering mess beneath me rn. I could say shit that would have y'all questioning if I'm gonna ever get employed due to digital footprint, but I won't right now lmao)

I hope you have a good time with my past work! While I'm on break, make sure to check out some of my moots such as @janitorhutcherson, @freak-accident419 and @joshfutturman because they have amazing content too that makes my mouth water and my [REDACTED] [REDACTED] until his [REDACTED] in the [REDACTED] [REDACTED] with the cows in the [REDACTED] [REDACTED] o'er my [REDAAAAAAAACTEDDDDD] home. Plus, they're very special to meeeeeee

Also, LET'S DO A Q&A FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!!

I've just hit that mark and I love getting these questions anyways, (I'm aware im tagged in a couple ask posts anyways, promise I'll respond soon. I suck [REDACTED]) so if yall have any questions or anything, let's just have a gay Ole time in the inbox

Love y'all!! Stay safe <33 talk soon <333

#josh hutcherson #peeta mellark #josh hutcherson fanfic #jhutch #mike schmidt #ask #jhutch1992

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teecupangel · 1 year

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this is about the Desmond x modern warfare

What if Desmond still had trauma from Abstergo forcing him into the animus? Like, even after he died, Desmond always had a massive fear of needles (and reclining chairs) and so when the team needs to do mandatory check ups, he is quite literally found climbing out a window to escape.

how would the team feel about this news? Also what if they find files about Abstergo’s experiments, and Desmond has a top secret files, with videos of his time in the animus (they don’t know what it is, so assume it’s some sort of futuristic torture device or something). Did he have seizures in the animus? Was he in pain? How would the 141 react?

To be fair, Shepherd wouldn’t let Desmond have any medical exams or checkups while he’s with Task Force 141 because any record of his DNA would be flagged by Abstergo immediately. Desmond can’t even pretend to be Desmond Miles’ ‘secret younger brother’ because his genes would immediately flag him as 100% Desmond Miles.

And Desmond knows that so he’d always make excuses or flat-out just not appear or even use his stealth skills to leave without anyone realizing it because Desmond understands how dangerous it would be for anyone to get a hold of his DNA (again). Sure, they say they’re just giving him vitamins or some other medical whatever but Desmond can’t risk his DNA getting taken even with the promise that nothing would be taken (which is bullshit because how can they check his health if they don’t take any samples???)

Anyway, this won’t happen during the timeframe of The Shadow’s Endgame but let’s say that:

Task Force 141 learns of Desmond’s past, maybe it’s even the ‘redacted’ condensed version about a ‘Subject 17: Desmond Miles’ that they got from an Abstergo facility

Task Force 141 would see snippets of Desmond Miles’ time in the Animus although, to be fair, he just looks like he’s sleeping in that one. There were no mentions of him having a seizure or any negative effects while in Abstergo’s Animus because, well, he was only in the Animus for about 9 days.

If you really want them to believe that the Animus is some kind of torture device, it would probably be better to focus on Desmond’s time in the Animus when he was with the Assassins because that’s where his Bleeding Effect started taking center stage and, from what I could remember, Abstergo’s Animus didn’t need any needle. That needle was more of an addition from Rebecca’s Baby as some kind of IV drip to keep Desmond ‘healthy’ while he’s in the Animus for long periods of time (although I do usually write it as both an IV drip and another way to stabilize the synchronization rate without affecting the subject’s health) as Rebecca is the type of person who would try to make Baby as ‘comfy’ as possible.

Honestly, Price and the others would probably assume that Desmond was tortured or had been part of a program that used some kind of drug to manipulate a person, whether it was a torture session to make him talk or some kind of experimental psychoactive drug that is meant to do something (Gaz guesses the drug might be a mind-altering drug of some kind)

Especially if the video they see has Lucy going “Do you know who you are? What’s your name?” which, to spec ops teams like Task Force 141, would sound like someone trying to get a base answer to check the current status of the drugs in Desmond’s system and not someone who is trying to be careful not to ‘spook’ Desmond if he is currently Bleeding.

So yeah, they’d believe that Desmond is under some kind of psychoactive drug in those videos and the redacted files would only confirm their theory once they start reading things like “Subject 17 has the highest affinity to the Bleeding Effect so far” and “Bleeding Effect duration is now 50% longer than three days ago…”

Unfortunately, Task Force 141 would accept this new information grimly because they have seen shit and this kind of thing? It’s, unfortunately, not unique in their line of work. They won’t try to act any differently around Desmond because they know that treating him like he’s made of glass would just make Desmond realize what they have learned and, well… those who usually had been in Desmond’s (supposedly) position usually don’t like to be treated differently. They want to be treated normally, to affirm to themselves that they’re okay, they’re still ‘normal’.

If Desmond opens up to them, that would be good but they won’t force it on him.

Because sometimes…

The best way to help someone is to remind them without trying so hard that there are people who think and see them as… normal.

(Price would suggest Desmond be given a licensed and discreet therapist to one of the higher-ups and, really, the most qualified would probably be Chewy at this point since Victoria Bibeau is already dead)

#while this will not happen in the shadow’s endgame #this could happen after that fic in like an epilogue or sidestory or…#sequel…#woah there #let’s finish shadow’s endgame #before we start thinking ahead of ourselves okay?#ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ramirez! add the proper tags!#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #captain john price #john price #task force 141

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