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sourle · 2 days

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Perturbed

YE I SAID THIS WEEK IS OUT SO YEH, it's only the intro. But this is just for a test and I am learning how to write a good story with this. Idk if i will make it a series. And yes it is called Perturbed. This is for a test!

The cold blew around the atmosphere, nipping at your already cold skins. Small snow particles hit your slightly cracked snow goggles, making it even more difficult to see.

“Why does it have to be this way?” you thought, lifting up your mask warming up your cold nose.

Being forced at the frontline at a young age takes a toll on your mental health. Your body is worn and tired out from the stress given on you. Hence why you're slow and fall behind from the group that's accompanying you.

“Yo, [Name]! C'mon dude, the gang is going to first base.” Hearing the uplifting voice pulled you out of your daze. Their bright horns stood out amongst the dull attires given to the forces alongside the iconic cocky grins. The dirty fluff around their neck is a part of the blackrock coat that's given to us after we're sent out to patrol.

“Comin’!” You shout back as you begin to run up to the group, Slowing down your pace to match with the demon before.

The snow lightly scrunches under your boots as you walk side to side with them.

“What were you thinking back there? You look really lost.” He spoke, glancing at you. “I'm just thinking about the war, Cila. Nothing much.”

He hums, nodding his head in understanding. “The war eh? Don't think about it much tho.. it could stress you out further." His kind reassuring voice always warms you up. The way he spoke is like he's giving advice to his little siblings.

“Alright, I.. I won't think much of it.” You're glad to have Cila as your friend. Closest friend even. Maybe because he's the only one you ever stuck around with. The others never linger long enough.

Soon enough the crew arrived at the first base. Parking the D7E23 snowcat into the garage reserved for the vehicle. One of the main soldiers in the base greets and guides the crew to a room with many bunk beds.

The room looks a bit dusty, it seems like no one has used it for a month or so. Some of the bunk beds even lack a mattress.

Not wanting to sleep on the floor this time. You quickly rush to a bunk bed that only has the top bed and a mattress so you won't bother with a teammate who would get annoyed at you.

“Looks like we'll be sleeping uncomfortably here..”

“Yeah dude, that guy is really creepy.. like crazy creepy!” You overheard one of your teammates cutting out your thoughts of complaining. You're not one to eavesdrop, but this one seems to pique your interest.

“I heard he uses people as an experiment.” The other one replied to their fellow friend. “And he usually buries himself in his room.” “I even heard someone scream from his room and he actually was laughing maniacally!”

A third buts into the conversation. You wander off to yourself, watching as the group continues to talk about this mysterious scientist. From their story, you assume this person is insane. Thinking of the man laughing crazily as someone is in pain shivers you.

“Alright all of you! Time to rest, I want all of you to wake up early at 3 tomorrow!” you were pulled out of your terance of thoughts to the sound of the one in charge of the team.

Some groans could be heard and instantly got dismissed by the supervisor. As the supervisor left, everyone began to get on their bed. Time passed and the soldiers fell into slumber.

Turning and flipping on your sleep didn't help to calm your mind. Jolting up, your breath is heavy and quick as your eyes scan through the room. The sound of a bed creak was heard from your side as you snapped your head towards the source. It was one of your teammates. Not just teammates.. best friend.

“[Name]?” Their tired voices call you out, catching your attention. “Why are you still up late?” They question, yawning quietly.

Your breath shallows as Cila turns to you. “N.. nothing.. I just woke up from a nightmare.” You whispered, rubbing your left arm as you down at the rough fabrics of the blanket.

“..If you say so.

“... [Name]?” The sound of the creaking bed frame reaches your ear as Cila lets their legs hang on the edge of the bed facing you. “Yeah?”

“do you.. have any dreams or… life goals if this war is over?” The question caught you off guard. Never have you thought about the future, fearing things won't end well for you and everyone.

“.. I don't know.. what about you?”

You responded, your voice sounded unsure. You can't help but feel scared to even think about the end of the war. Will it even end?

“i.. would dream to have a nice life, maybe a family as an extra.” they sighed dreamily, resting their face in their hands. “No shot, you can't even get a partner.” you chuckled quietly at him.

“hey! Maybe one day, I'll show you and rub it all over your face!” he whispered shouts with glare at you. “Whatever,”

Silence overtook the cold night air. You never noticed how cold it is until now. Cila shivers as he goes back under the blanket, settling in to stop himself from freezing.

“Hey, can you promise me something?” you finally broke the ringing in your ears, looking up at Cila with a down expression.

“What's up?” He looks back at you, holding that same warm gaze he Always carries.

“Never leave me.”

“.. i promise, i would never leave my best friends.”

The same gaze has turned cold, the expressionless face stares back at your Perturbed one. Small sniffles escape your lips as you hold close to half of your friend's body.

The sounds of explosions and guns fire have gone closer to a silent ringing. A scream rings in before you get pulled by someone. you gasped as you let go of the body in reflex.

You didn't care who had just pulled you away from them, just watched as the cold body slowly got buried by the snow, slowly fading in the distance. And slowly you closed your eyes, succumbing to the cold.

#lemon rambles #phighting #x reader #phighting x reader #perturbed lmn #lemon writes #test

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lemon-bread-slice · 18 days

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Fic self promo :D

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Rating: General Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply (Tags below cut) Length: 2,998 Pairing: GeminiTay/Pearl | PearlescentMoon Summary:

All Pearl needed to do was deliver Gem's Hermit Post Co. Starter Kit, and give her the same Terms & Conditions speech she'd given everyone else. How she'd left with a bandaged chin and ear, burning cheeks, and a swooping feeling in her stomach, she had no idea. But she wasn't complaining. OR I rewrote Gem's Ep9 but more gay because I love these sillies so much oh my god-

Tags: Postmaster Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Canon Compliant, Canon Rewrite, Minor Injuries, like it's barely described i promise, Tending to injuries, getting distracted by the pretty woman tending to said injuries, Yuri, wlw, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, (not for long cause Gem hates T’s and C’s), First Kiss, Surprise Kissing, Letters, Flowers, Flower meanings, Open Ending, Can be read as Romantic or QPR, up to you!!!

#hermitshipping #gempearl #shiny duo #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft #hermitblr #lemon writes

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cmyknoise · 2 years

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wilbur carried sticks of dynamite in his pockets up until november sixteenth.

he’d planned to be so close to the explosion that they’d ignite with, so he wouldn’t see out at the rubble.

but it never went to plan.

and as the dust fell he looked out to the hole before him, hand in his pocket, clutching the stick of dynamite as if he could combust it in his hands.

and he sees just what he’s done, and for a moment, he’s conflicted. he was so sure of himself, he’d been so sure of himself but now in the wake of his decision he’s not so sure. his eyes meet a pair of blue ones, far out standing on a lone pillar amongst the heap. they’re the warmest blue he’s ever seen.

and in a rash moment he turns on his heel to meet the cold blue eyes of a father who’d never been there and of a father who’d done not a thing for him. but, it couldn’t hurt to ask one last favor?

surely a father would give his dying son one last wish, even if it was to be the one to make sure it was his final wish. to make the not yet dying, dying.

and he grins, hand clutched to the dynamite sticks.

“phil!”

he would never call him father or dad, the title was unbecoming of such a man.

and his wish is granted. and it’s cold blue that pierces his heart, and it’s blue that pours from his chest like ichor, blood of gods.

and it’s dynamite that his grip falls on. he does not reach for his father but he is caught, lowered. his hand rolls from his pocket, coated in gunpowder and ash.

and he can not cry, otherwise he would’ve cried the moment he spotted the warm blue in the crowd. he’s too tired, and he’d hardly drank anything in days. cave water has never been appetizing.

and he’s lectured like a tot, but the words fall on deaf ears and all he can do is look up at the sky. it was a beautiful day. just enough clouds, the sun was out, bright blue skies.

it was such a lovely day to die. there are screams and shouts behind him, and the support offered to him by the man who’d done all but save him disappear.

and blue was such a lovely color.

tommy carries a stick of dynamite in his pocket.

#wilbur soot #dream smp #dsmp #tommyinnit #lemon writes #lemon's stuff

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coffentyme · 2 months

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I hope you understand the complexity of my feelings when I smile at you. The complete adoration and infatuation in my eyes when I stare at you. The undeniable and deep love I carry in my heart when I can hold your hand while you talk about your interests.

I hope you understand how my heart flutters when I catch your glimpses at me from across the room. The safety I feel when you wrap your arms around me from behind, and bury your smile in the back of my neck and hair. The child like joy in my stomach when you laugh and enjoy the things that bring you comfort.

You are remarkable, you are individual, you are you. You’re not perfect, you’re flawed, and I love that about you.

And I hope that when you look at me, and see me staring, or smiling, you remember just how much colour you bring to my world and make me want to be a better person. Not just for you, not just for me, but for us.

You make me feel welcomed. At home, and there is no place I’d rather be, than in your eyes, your mind, and your heart.

#lemon writes #mlm #nblm #mlm yearning #nblm yearning #yearning hours #adoration #romance #god if you’re listening #I just need one person #just one #that’s all I ask

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library-of-ohara · 2 years

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"Throwing one last one in, it's pretty self indulgent. No, no not for me, for YOU. Yes, all you lovely writers! I wanna hear how you think your favorite character(s) cuddle (or "sleep in the same bed as" if you can't see them cuddling) their s/o! Scenario or headcanon, doesn't matter, I wanna hear how you think they cuddle! It can be anyone, I'm asking for YOUR faves. Take a moment to indulge lovelies"

requested by: @thegrandlinesimp written by: lemon (@eustasssimp) a/n: i took several moments to be so self indulgent with my favs thank u so much this was so good for my soul to write <3 also realized all my favs probably snore so loud

Eustass Kid, Thatch, Bartolomeo x GN reader

SFW tw: alc ment at the end of kid's Prompt: Sleeping in the same bed wc: 1.6k

Because of how late he tends to work in his workshop, it isn’t often that the two of you fall asleep together unless you wake up, see Kid isn’t in bed besides you, and drag him to bed yourself.

Despite his gruff, angry, egotistical and general bitch-ass exterior, ever since you got together he finds it hard to sleep without hearing your soft breathing next to him and feeling you next to him.

Side note- despite his tendency to get covered in grime and who tf knows what working in his workshop, he won’t sleep in bed without showering at least all the grime off and out of his hair. He is not risking having breakouts or some of the dirt/oil ruining his hair or bed sheets.

If he comes in and you’re asleep, he wouldn’t be the most careful trying not to wake you up, but he wouldn’t be as loud as he could be by any means. Kid wouldn’t be bothered by waking you up- if he does the worst you might do is grumble angrily then scooch as close as you can to him. It makes his heart swell with pride (and other emotions he’s pretending not to feel) feeling your arms around him and the way you get comfortable on his chest, even if it’s with the angry huff of being woken up.

If he can help it, the tulip wouldn’t fall asleep until he knows you’re asleep. There’s some soft indulgences he has that he doesn’t even want you seeing. When you fall asleep next to him, it’s with his arm around you and your head on his chest.

It took a while for him to get used to only having one arm and falling asleep with you, but he’s glad he at least has one to card his fingers through your hair while you sleep. He’d definitely judge if he saw any split ends, and would without reason talk to you about getting a hair trim or hair-care routine the next day.

Kid also tries to let you fall asleep first because he snores, and he knows how it annoys you based on how much you’d complain when you two first started sharing a bed. He’d grumble and deny it at first, but after seeing the bags that would form under a particularly restless night for you (and an undeniably restful night for him), he had half the heart to try and not just crash the second his head hit the pillow

If the both of you were up late partying, celebrating god knows what and getting drunk because hey you’re pirates, Kid is uncharacteristically good at getting you to bed without much trouble. Not only can he hold his liquor much better than you, but he’s used to getting his crew back from bars when they’ve all drunk their limit. He may be chaotic, brutish, and somewhat childish, but a captain takes care of his crew.

And, like a captain takes care of his crew, a boyfriend takes care of his partner. He’d grumble and complain about your giddy, smiley, easily distracted drunken state but can’t deny how fast his heart beats when you cling and cuddle up to him more freely in front of everyone. But, without fail he’d get you into bed and force you to have a glass of water before letting you pass out for the night.

One last thing: let him be the little spoon sometimes cowards

Cuddle-motherfucking-BUG

Thatch loves falling asleep after you, feeling the way you relax and lean further into him. He likes to read before bed, after he’s assured the lamplight won’t bother you of course, and having you tucked close to his side while he reads whatever romance novel has caught his attention this time is nothing short of a dream for him.

He’ll have a small smile on his face, unable to keep a hand from touching you, feeling you, reminding himself that this isn’t a dream, isn’t something from a romance novel, that he actually has you beside him. The chef would steal glances at you at every page turn, pulling you snug against him if you drifted away at all in your slumber

When he’s done reading, he swears the off click of his lamp has become one of his favorite sounds because after the lights are off, he gets to settle fully in bed next to you.

Thatch is accustomed to staying up late having to do things with the kitchen and preparing for the next day, and he has a bit of a bedtime routine to fully clean his hair, but there’s nothing he loves more than going to bed with you. He won’t read on especially late nights, opting instead just to spend more time cuddling before sleeping.

Beefy arms pulling you close to his chest, feeling the rumbling hum of satisfaction roll through him at the end of the day. “No better way to end the day than this, right sugar?”

Accompanied by a lot of little kisses, his hands love to wander and just feel you next to him. It’ll be a bit distracting at first, the way his hands would squeeze at the fat of your ass or thighs, or the way they’d dance along your sides, but eventually he settles and has his fill. When he does, the way the chef lightly traces patterns on your back or combs through your hair does wonders to lull you right to sleep.

He likes to fall asleep facing you, though he’ll roll to his back shortly after sleep takes him. But, until then, having his arms securely around you as he falls asleep is like a dream come true to him.

Thatch snores so loud. He knows it wakes you up sometimes, he feels bad about it, has tried to fix it (asked Marco to fix it 4 separate times even though he knows it’s not that kind of problem). So, to try and make up for it, he’ll always make sure you can sleep in.

He’s super careful not to wake you up when he has to get up at the crack of dawn to start breakfast, and will come check on you periodically throughout the morning to make sure you’re getting the sleep you need. If you grab after him in your sleep, or try to convince him to stay in bed at all if he wakes you up, Thatch has a very weak will when it comes to saying no to you.

The chef will always bring you tea or coffee to enjoy in bed, coupled with a caress to your knee and a tender kiss to your forehead, leaving you to a quiet morning by letting you know how long till breakfast is ready (he tells you 10 minutes if it’s really 15 so you can beat the morning rush of sleepy pirates)

Another cuddlebug to the max. Poor baby can’t decide if he’d rather hold you or be held, might go as far to make a schedule of who holds who each night to make sure he gets a good bit of both.

If he’s holding you, his arms are tight around you while his hands trace your skin with a touch so gentle, it caught you completely off guard at first. Barto can’t help but both want to hold you so tight that he could never let go, and treat you like the most treasured, fragile thing in the world. So, him holding you is a mix of soft touches and careful caresses while you’re held firmly to his chest.

He wouldn’t give you many kisses, always worried about his teeth, but would give you little headbutts or let his forehead rest against yours whenever there was an opportunity.

Barto is softer in bed with you than he is with you around other people. The privacy calms his nerves, he doesn’t have to worry about anyone giving you the wrong look or doing anything that makes him feel jealous. When it’s truly just you two, he indulges himself in your presence.

He can’t help falling asleep after you when he’s holding you, too entranced by you to fall asleep before you do. The rooster-head murmurs sweet nothings to you, a gentle finger tracing along your cheek as he lets his head rest against yours. Once you’re asleep, he’ll take in everything about you, falling asleep with flushed cheeks and watery eyes, unable to believe how lucky he is to sleep next to you.

If you’re holding him, his head is buried in your chest with no intention to leave any time soon. Barto loves feeling your hands trace the muscles of his back, brush through his hair, trace along the back of his neck. It sends shivers down his spine every time.

He’ll probably cry at least the first few times, if not every time you hold him. Feeling your arms around him, hearing your heart beating steadily in your chest, being able to press soft, careful kisses to your chest and neck as he feels your hands roam around his skin is overwhelming to him. He loves you so much, second to the Strawhats only, that it never ceases to amaze him that he managed to win your heart over

He’s used to being booed and jeered at, known far and wide as a general menace to society, so feeling the soft warmth of you holding him isn’t something he’d soon get used to

Barto would be worried about crushing you at first, he’s so generally big that how could he not worry, but once you assure him that no, you won’t be crushed by him laying on you, he only hesitates slightly before getting comfortable on your chest.

He falls asleep incredibly fast whenever you hold him, his snores softer than they are when you’re laying on him

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #eustass captain kid #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #eustass kid x you #kid x you #one piece thatch #thatch #thatch x reader #thatch x you #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo x reader #bartolomeo x you #lemon writes

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heart-sized · 1 year

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MASTERLIST !

HARRY POTTER

*₊˚୧ severus snape

*₊˚୧ draco malfoy

*₊˚୧ harry potter

*₊˚୧ lucius malfoy

*₊˚୧ remus lupin

*₊˚୧ regulus black

JJK

*₊˚୧ ryomen sukuna

*₊˚୧ nanami kento

*₊˚୧ gojo satoru

*₊˚୧ geto suguru

*₊˚୧ fushiguro toji

#severus snape #harry potter #draco malfoy #remus lupin #regulus black #ryomen sukuna #nanami kento #gojo satoru #geto suguru #toji fushiguro #lemon writes #heart-sized

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sourle · 10 months

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This is the anon with the LBD request. I copy pasted the plot again, just in case.

I was wondering if you could have the Fem S/O of MK, Red Son, Monkey King, and Macaque who gets possessed by LBD instead of that girl. Like one day after seeing their S/O, they suddenly disappear for hours, then days, then weeks, and they're now going on a desperate attempt to find them only to discover they've been possessed by LBD, and they're in desperate attempt to get them back leading up to their S/O being freed, and the aftermath of defeating LBD.

I'm sorry it took me a while to complete those because i was having small writer blocks. I'm sorry but i couldn't really do specific gender.

MK, Red son, Sun Wukong, Macaque.

Type: Angst

Summary:

The reader got possessed By LBD. How would the Monkeys and Red son react?

He was.. sad, mad, and devastated at the same time. You, his insignificant other that he dearly loved, was taken from him and used against him.

He won't do a harder attack which gave LBD an advantage on her side since MK doesn't want to hurt you.

He would always plead and beg for you to snap out of LBD possession and come back.

C'mon man he's desperate, you're the only one he truly loves and he doesn't want you to go.

He loves you because you doesn't fuss about popularity just on dating someone who's under Monkey king wings. You love him because of him. And that's what he loves about you.

Yet now all he saw was you standing there looking down at him laughing, he knew it's not you. He knew but he seems to always think it was you.

He's upset, the others tried to hold him back. Screaming and crying as he tried to get you back.

Red son

Of all people.. of ALL people, it had to be you. He's in denial. He doesn't want to believe you're gone, he doesn't want to believe what is the truth.

He lost his parents in this chaos and destruction and now you?

He's in grief after accepting that you've been possessed, but not long. He'll go and promise to save you and his parents.

He'll try everything to get you back, even by helping MK and his friends. It's only a last desperate attempt to get you back.

He knows you're still there, he knows he's the one that's gonna get you back. It's only by time, and patience is the key.

He'll get you back no matter the cause and what he has to do, he'll get you back.

He promised and he'll fulfill that promise.

Sun wukong

Pain, pain all over. This man has hatred towards LBD now double it.

The moment he sees you he knows something was wrong. Trying to trick Him isn't that easy LBD.

You know that moment when he was in guilt for his actions? Yeah, now add you his guilt got the best of him even further.

He's going head on. On that one scene where he's about to get rid of LBD and the girl, he's definitely having second thoughts. It's you now in that girl possession.

Don't know but knowing this man, he's doing whatever he can to stop the evil. No not for civilization, not for the people. But for his own entertainment.

So 8/10 he will definitely sacrifice you to stop LBD.

Well until the table turns. You know what I meant.

Macaque

He's speechless, he doesn't know how to react or feel. Out of all LBD had to take you away from him.

At first it was his sworn brothers now you?

He couldn't take another loss and that's a snapping point for him, he'll stop at nothing, obeying every command LBD gave as she promised to free you when it's all done.

He's more aggressive than before— and more dangerous. Which is bad for Mk and his crew.

Overall, he's definitely going through 5 phases of grief before getting revenge on helping MK, but it will take him a lot to convince.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk x reader #mei #mk #lemon writes #sun wukong #macaque #red son #lmk mk #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk redson #x reader #mk x reader #sun wukong x reader #red son x reader #macaque x reader

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lem0n-t33th · 1 year

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welcome to what i think the mercs would wear for sleepy time

Scout

He wears shorts w a five inch inseam bc he’s a whore and a some sports jersey. I think that Scout would run hot, but every night, he tucks himself into bed holding the top of the covers up to his chin like a cartoonish little kid. The next day, he will wake up sweaty and moist and be surprised about it.

Soldier

This man wears boxers that have the American flag or those heart boxers to bed. Someone got them for him as a joke, but it’s his favorite pair, and Soldier says that they are now military issue. But yeah, he just wears boxers. Sometimes he doesn’t even wear em, he says it’s the way that god intended humans to be since they weren’t born with clothes on.

Pyro

They have the softest pajama set you’ll ever feel. It’s a matching pink shirt and pant that are made of a fluffy fabric, but the thing is, he wears it over his suit most of the time. They don’t really know what it feels like, but she thinks that it’s like cotton candy. It was definitely a gift from Scout or Engie.

Demoman

Mans will sleep in whatever he’s wearing, mostly because he’s black out drunk half the time. When he doesn’t pass out, he will change into sweat pants and an undershirt. Some times he forgets to put one or the other on, and he just falls asleep half dressed, with or without underwear some times.

Heavy

He has one of those red and black plaid pajama sets, I know he does. I think Heavy also wears an old timey night caps, unironically, because his mom made it for him, and he loves his mother so much. He has fluffy slippers too, and they’re red to match the plaid. He will always wear the pants, but sometimes he doesn’t wear the long sleeve shirt, since it gets warm, and he will instead wear an undershirt because man is a heater. one time he woke up with archimedes in his bed

Engineer

He will usually pass out on top of his blueprints so his uniform. Whenever he sleeps in a bed, Engi will change into a clean undershirt and put on one of those soft flannel shirts with the off yellow and soft brown pattern along with some plush pants that Pyro stole got him, they thought it would encourage him to sleep more/not on top of his desk, and it does.

Medic

He is also the type to fall asleep on top of their desk, not as often as Engineer though. Medic doesn’t have a designated sleep shirt or jacket, but he does have designated sleep pants, they have little birds on them and the other pair has crosses on them (night ward cosmetic), and he wears them religiously. I think Medic also wears an old timey robe, and Archimedes likes to go inside of it or in the pockets.

Sniper

He sleeps naked or will only wear boxers because he gets so hot at night, but if it is cold, Sniper will be in sweats, hoodie, and a shirt under it, and he’ll be under two blankets. He will wake up sweaty and soggy, and he will not shower or rinse off or anything. He is a grimey dirty man.

Spy

She has the most lavish silk robes, the edges are hemmed with feather boa type thing, and it has like a million pockets for all his spy things. He will usually sleep in some type of satin clothing because it’s supposed to be good for your skin and hair or something. She also has silk whore shorts. You know those aesthetic rich girl sleepover packages that have matching pajama sets in them? The whore shorts look like those.

let me know if there’s anything else i should write!!

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consumeroflemoans · 3 months

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Rook Hunt really gives The Most Dangerous Game vibes and i might have to write something with him like that at some point

#like an older rook who has grown bored of the hunt and craves a new quarry #it could be taken in quite a few interesting ways especially considering the existence of batsmen merfolk and the fae #mmmgm I still need to finish Blood Runs Thicker Than Water #but it's an idea #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #i haven't read that short story in years I just got a Vietnam flashback in the shower #lemon writes

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lemon-mint-writes · 9 months

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Here's my fic for the DTQK+ Big Bang, which also happens to be my first fic ever! It's an angsty soulmate au set in the dsmp canon. Please mind the warnings in the tags 💖

My wonderful artist was @voidpidgeon who made two beautiful pieces to go with my fic! Go admire them here and here GO SHOWER VOID WITH LOVE! It was an honor to work with such an incredibly talented, supportive, and kind artist. Please check her out, her work is amazing!

It's surreal to me that the first story I've ever posted has amazing art made for it. I'm so lucky to have gotten paired with Void and to have the opportunity to be a part of this event. A huge thank you to the mods @dtqkbigbang for organizing this and being so kind, patient, and wonderful to work with.

#dtqkbigbang #lemon writes #wounds wip

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cmyknoise · 2 years

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tommy carries a stick of dynamite in his pocket.

now, he’s always been a fan of recreational pyrotechnics.

an explosive here or there out in the middle of a field, blowing up your own things, setting things on fire, things that didn’t hurt anyone. it had always been in good fun.

he used to be a fan, anyway.

but things change, things change in ways you would never expect. things you once grew up with can grow to hurt you.

tommy no longer likes these things, even if it is only in jest.

and yet, he carries a stick of dynamite in his pocket. perhaps it’s dramatic, maybe not as dramatic as his best friend who carries around an activator to a nuclear warhead,

but maybe it’s a bit dramatic. maybe it’s just a bad habit.

a stick of dynamite was nothing compared to the raining blocks of TNT he was familiar with, explosions like bombs, hundreds of them.

it was... in some twisted way, a comfort. a fall back, his own kill switch.

a hypothetical cyanide pill, but not as graceful or as peaceful. something that would let him go out on his own terms.

it sat in a wooly pocket with bits of lint and wool and dye, a pocket flint and steel sat in the same pocket. it was dangerous, but it was his kill switch. the stick was worn and made his clothes smell like gunpowder, a smell that he’d long since given up on washing out. a smell that, when combined with old musty clothes, almost felt like home

it was a bad habit, a bad habit learned by his brother, a man with a warm smile, a man who he looked up to. he’d had many vices, many bad habits. he bit his nails and held smoke in his lungs so long that he’d hack and cough for minutes, but maybe those were only the bad habits. he wasn’t sure if the dynamite stick in a pocket was a good or bad idea.

to tommy, it seemed like a great idea. if he had nothing else, he could control one thing, and that was how he’d die. he could tell himself that anyway.

the truth was he didn’t even have control of that. he was being dramatic. so maybe it was simply a bad habit.

afterall in some twisted way his brother did eventually stop carrying dynamite in his pocket.

a dramatic habit.

wilbur carried sticks of dynamite in his pockets up until november sixteenth.

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