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lorarri · 1 day

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★ . . . 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 , 𝐂𝐒𝟓𝟓

summary , your brother is desperate for you to like real madrid and is willing to do whatever it takes to get there

pairing , real madrid! footballer! carlos sainz x fem! alonso! f1 driver! reader

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BIG BRO NANDO

I come bearing great news!

LIL SIS Y/N

what have you done?

BIG BRO NANDO

I got your team to get you to do some pr with

*drum roll*

REAL MADRID

LIL SIS Y/N

you're really not gonna stop until I find football midly interesting, huh?

BIG BRO NANDO

yup

you are spanish

your lack of interest in the beautiful game is scary

and who knows you might find your future husband there

LIL SIS Y/N

I doubt it but okay

HEY JUDE

okay dude are we gonna talk about the tension between you and Y/N or....?

CHILI BOY

hola jude

also I have no idea what you are talking about

HEY JUDE

dude we allll saw you basically eye fucking each other the WHOLE TIME we were filming

CHILI BOY

.....

was I that obvious?

HEY JUDE

yes.

anyway cuz I'm such a good friend

I'm going to help you shoot your shot

so I invited Y/N to tonight's game and I also invited her to the after party

so you two can talk and get to know each other

cuz the quicker the two of you do that the quick you can get the team paddock passes and you two can get married and do it couple shit

CHILI BOY

wow...

thank you for removing my free will and planning my life out for me

HEY JUDE

what are friends for mi amigo

yourinstagram and carlossainz55 . 4hrs ago

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hurt my sister and I will kills you

and I don't care if you play for my favorite team or not

judebellingham replied to carlossainz55 story!

so.....

when's the wedding?

cuz I was thinking summer

too soon my friend

carlossainz55 replied to yourinstagram story!

hola hermosa

I think you left your earrings at my place

and I think you should come get them

I wasn't wearing earings last night tf?

if you want me come over you could have just asked

okay

can you come over

sure as long as you buy me food

anything for you princesa

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user MY WIFEY AND MY HUBBY TOGETHER???? SINCE WHEN???

user rue when was this

judebellingham took you long enough mate

user why goes my gut tell me nando had something to do with this

camavinga and finally he makes a moveee

user love how we are all losing our minds and planning a wedding in the comments section

vinijr when's the wedding and what color suit should I get?

user okay but how slay is this hard launch

aurelientchm one hard launch for chili one large step for man

user love that the madrid team saw this coming from miles off

fernandoalo_oficial !hala madrid!

user nando plz now is not the time for your madrid propaganda

user oh twitter must be in shamles by now

user at this point might as well rip up my 2024 bingo card

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I owe you one dude

just make me the best man at your wedding and then we are square

and get killed by toni?

not a chance my friend

was worth a try

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dollydaisies · 4 months

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Can I pls request a BTS reaction? They have a crush on their friend who is not a celebrity, so they can't confess to her because of their reputation/job, but they are really close. One day someone from their company revealed a sensitive information about them. So, the members and the company accused her of it because they thought that she was only with them to become famous. They didn't believe her and also told her many hurtful things. But later it was revealed that it was not her but someone else and she was telling the truth. Later they try to reconcile with her and asks her to forgive them but it was too late. Can you please write it as angst?

If it's too specific for you, you don't have to write it. Thank you anyways ☺️☺️

my first ask! thank you so much for sending this! my bts skills may be a tad bit rusty, so i'm sorry if this isn't up to par with your expectations. im doing allll the research i can! some things may be changed up a bit, but i'm trying to stick to your prompt the best that i can!

summary: forbidden love hurts, and it sometimes builds up frustration inside you, which then turns into flipping out on the person you love nonsensically solely because you're overwhelmed. they had to learn to think before they act, and, now, they're suffering from the consequences of their actions.

characters: just to test the waters and see if you like what i'm doing, i am only doing kim namjoon. if you like this, i will continue with the other members i’m comfortable writing! please tell me if i did well or was a lil' off. i'll always take constructive criticism:)

kim namjoon never meant to hurt anyone, but he especially made sure that he would not hurt you. he cares about you so much, to the point where seeing you even slightly sad could mess up his whole day.

you're bts's songwriter and producer, but also their friend. when they make plans, they want to include you, always. even if they go to the beach for a run bts episode, they want YOU to be there after the cameras are off. of course, every single member of the group wants you to be around, but namjoon insists on it. you're his safe place, the person he confides in when times get hard--why wouldn't he want you there?

"are you sure you don't want to come with us on this tour?" namjoon looks at you with full passion in his eyes. he wants you to come with them, even if he won't directly say it. "you know that we will always want you to come with, right?"

that little "we" always gets you every time. sure, you know that it's true, and so does he, but that's not what you want to hear and that's not what he wants to say. you want to hear him say "i want you to come with," but it feels like he refuses to say it. he's only not saying it because it'll make his feelings too real, and he can't deal with the reality that you can never be his.

"ah, i know, joonie... but i need to work on the ideas you all gave me for this next album. it's the final one before you all go on hiatus, so i can't take a break," you respond, playing with your bowl of ramen without eating it. you're the only two in the kitchen, and it's quiet. "i'd love to go, but i just can't afford to right now. you know i'm short on money."

namjoon sighs, but nods. "i understand. it's just gonna be hard to be on tour without you."

you send him a sweet smile, then giggle softly. "you're such a baby, did you know that?"

"it's our little secret, keep it hush."

that wasn't the secret that destroyed everything you've built with him over the past decade, but it was more of a foreshadow. you felt excited at the idea of having a secret with him, but also dread--this is silly, though. you guys have thousands of secrets. you're best friends, and you always have been, so why is your gut telling you to fight or fly?

around a week later, dispatch reports on news that namjoon has never told a soul about--except for you. the moment his brain processes the information told to him by the higher-ups, he immediately gets up from his seat and marches to your usual spot that you linger in.

"get out."

"huh?"

your face is full of pure confusion, a bit like a deer in headlights. sure, you've had your arguments and fights before, but he has never been this harsh off the bat--hell, he was rarely ever truly harsh.

the way his eyes look at you with pure disgust, and the sarcastic laugh he lets out... it feels like you don't know who's standing in front of you. yeah, it's namjoon, but... it's also not.

"i knew you were desperate for money, y/n, but i didn't think you'd be this desperate. if i knew you were like this, i would've fired you sooner."

"namjoon, what the hell are you talking about?" you stand up from your seat, yelling at him a bit. it's obvious you aren't even mad, you're just a mix of confused, scared, and worried.

"you know what i'm talking about, y/n. hell, the rest of the world does as well, since you decided to go to dispatch about it."

he holds up his phone so you can look at the site he pulled up. you scrolled and scrolled in pure shock, confusion, and disgust. "i... namjoon, i did not rat you out to anyone. why would i?"

"people like you only care about money. figure it out, and get out of this dorm."

absolutely stunned, you walk to the door in complete silence, then turn around. he looks a bit lost in thought, then he finally sees you. you, whose eyes are full of tears; you, whose cheeks are red due to how panicked you got from him yelling; and you, who refused to yell at him back even when he disrespected you.

while he was so sure he was right, a pit in his stomach grew larger. he feels like he’s doing something bad, something wrong, and he doesn’t know why.

"i just want to say," you pause for a second, then continued. "if this is the real you, kim namjoon, maybe i should've been the one to expose you after all."

you slam the door.

months have passed, and you work at a local music store. sure, you write songs still, but they're not for anyone else except you. you refused to talk to all of them, talk about all of them, or even think about any of them. in your mind, bts disbanded the second he broke your heart, and your trust. truthfully, it’s unfair, as all the other members have texted you so many times and begged for a response, but you can’t think of them without thinking of him.

the store is completely empty, so you're scrolling through every single social media app you have downloaded brainlessly. the words you're reading are not completely processing in your head at all, they kinda just look like funky shapes.

one title, though, caught your attention.

"kim namjoon talks about trust, compassion, and friendship in recent SEVENTEEN interview."

your jaw clenches, and you slam your phone down. your tears are threatening to come out, but you refuse to let yourself still be hurt by him. he doesn't deserve your time, your tears, your anything. that's, at least, what you keep trying to convince yourself of, anyways.

the bell at the door rings, and you try to regain your composure. you

"welcome to good vibes, home to all of the--"

you freeze. you don't know what to do, what to say, or how to even move. are you supposed to say anything? it's not like he’s saying anything—hell, he has a mask over his face and a hood on his head, but you KNOW it’s him. now, he’s just staring at you blankly. you’re wearing a mask, so maybe there’s a chance—

“y/n,” namjoon softly says your name, and your heart pangs against your chest. it’s a mix of heartbreak, anxiety, and all the leftover love you have for him. “i was looking for you.”

you’re so nervous, you could burst into tears. you want to hop over your desk and run into his arms and tell him how much you miss him, but also how much you hate him for hurting you so much. why do you still love a man that said such unforgivable words?

“why?” your words were a bit breathy, and you began to chuckle a bit while shaking your head. “there’s nothing left to say—unless, y’know, you’re gonna tell me all i care about is money again because i have a job.”

“i’m sorry,” namjoon sighs, then walks to you. the desk separates you, but you wish you could fall into his arms. you keep your composure all the same, though.

“that day, i was so stressed. it felt as if so many things were happening at once, and to know that a secret that i only told you got out… i felt so much betrayal all at once, i didn’t want to hear you out. if i’m being completely vulnerable, i wanted to go cry,” he let out a small chuckle.

looking at you, your face was completely unreadable. it’s like you were thinking of so many things, but also of nothing at the same time. was he doing well? he doesn’t know. he’s just going with what he feels in his heart.

“in my heart, i knew i should’ve ran back to you and apologized; in my heart, i knew i should’ve heard every single word you said, because you would never lie to me,” namjoon balls his hands into a fists, then looks at you in the eyes, “so i’m sorry it took so long for me to realize that i was wrong.”

the store was tense, and all you could hear is the music playing so softly in the background as you stare at him. he’s trying to read your expression, to see if there’s any bit of leftover love in your eyes, but it just feels cold.

after a minute, you begin to laugh. it’s a full laughing attack, actually, and namjoon just stares. his heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach, because he’s not stupid—he knows this means he’s fucked up.

“what, did you think was a kdrama, namjoon? did you think i was going to hear that apology, jump into your arms, and say, ‘oppa, never hurt me ever again!’ or something?” you say these words while still laughing, and namjoon is still stunned. “what happened for you to come up here and say this to me? based on your new change in personality with… hating poor people and all, i can’t imagine you just woke up one day and did it.”

“we found who actually did it. it was our stylist, sooyoung.”

“so that’s what it took for you to finally realize i was innocent? instead of thinking back ro everything you said to me and how hurt i was, it took them finding out the real person behind the crime for you to realize i was telling the truth?”

you slam your hand on the desk, and your body is trembling. you’re on an adrenaline rush, but you’re also sad, scared, and angry. namjoon notices this and places his hand on yours, like he always used to.

“y/n, you’re shaking, please ca—“

“i don’t give a fuck, namjoon,” you yell, and namjoon is completely frozen. “i’ve known you since you were a trainee, and, yet, you still thought that i was some… freaky gold digger that would sell her friends out for money. do you know how much that hurts? to know that you think i have the potential to be like that?”

namjoon’s eyes begin to tear up, while your eyes have already overflown. your cheeks are entirely red, and you let out a choked sob. your head drops, and you let out a dry chuckle.

“for over a decade, i have been nothing but loyal and true to you; yet, it takes a full-blown investigation for you to realize how you did me wrong,” you then look up at him with no sympathy in your body. “it’s my turn to tell you to get out, namjoon. and, for your sake, never come back. i never want to see you again.”

he hesitates to walk away, and you’re staring at him, emotionless.

“what, are you deaf? get out.”

namjoon finally leaves, walking quickly towards his car, and you fall to your knees. you’re on the cold floor, shaking and crying, as you realize your life will never be the same ever again.

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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idea for a Vigilante with healing powers. they're a very caring person, gentle but not naive. they refuse to work for the hero agency bc they'd have no say in who they'd be allowed to help. instead, they decide who to heal, hero or villain (and they can only heal so much before they pass out). Villain wakes up after Vigilante heals them and catches feelings...

Umm I LOVE this. Also, did you ever see when I joked about how so many of my story either begin with waking up or end with falling asleep? It's a serious problem for me, so this is perfect.

It turned out that the sensation of one's bones being knit back together was not a subtle one. Nor pleasant.

Villain was practically ripped from the dark, numb folds of unconsciousness. Violent, white splotches flashed across their vision and hot agony danced with heavy steps across their abdomen.

A scream tore their throat raw.

"Shshsh, that's the worst bit over." Warm callused fingertips slid soothingly up and down their ribcage. "It's allll downhill from here. And you've done just beautifully so far.”

Villain blinked hard in the direction of the voice, but everything remained a monochromatic blur, slippery shadows and pale white light obscuring both face and room. An involuntary whimper escaped past their lips, a pathetic primal reaction to the pain and confusion. They'd always thought themself so strong. A predator. A shark in an ocean of pathetic sardines. But they were just any other big fish swimming in a small pond.

The next thing they knew the skin above their hips felt tight. It was a similar sensation to having one's hands covered in drying clay. They slapped their hand in that direction, unsure whether the sensation was something they should be trying to stop, but instead, they found someone else's hand. Their fingers intertwined with Villain's before they could even think about pulling away.

"Just a few more seconds." The voice came again, a little more out of breath. "Let the skin set."

Villain whimpered. "W-What's--" They swallowed as their voice croaked. "--what's happening?"

"I found you in the street. You didn't look in great shape so...so I... Excuse me a second, ok?"

The stranger's hand withdrew, leaving Villain feeling strangely cold. An unseen door squealed and slammed shut again. Villain's stomach squirmed. They didn't know what was going on, or who this person was, but their presence made them less anxious. They wanted them back.

Very, very slowly, Villain propped themselves up on their elbow, attempting a second time to see their surroundings. It took several moments for their vision to clear, revealing a simple, grey basement. A hanging lightbulb dangled overhead Villain's spot on a frayed, lopsided couch.

Where was this? The last thing they remembered was...was...

Their hand shot to their stomach, but where there was once a gaping wound was soft, tender skin. Their fingers trailed up to their ribs; earlier they'd hurt so bad they couldn't stand, but now there was only a little lingering soreness.

What happened? They remembered fighting with Hero, slammed up against the wall with superpowered strength, ribs shattering, breath catching, then something sharp twisting in their gut. From there everything went blank. By all accounts, they should be dead. They shouldn't look several weeks into the healing process.

The door squealed again, and a stooped figure dressed in a dark coat and leggings shuffled through.

Villain fell back clumsily against the couch, wincing at the dull pain in their chest. "Y-you're that hero!"

"Vigilante," they corrected. "Are you feeling well enough to sit up?"

"I...uh..." Villain pushed themselves upright again. "Y-yeah. Er…what happened? Exactly?"

And why was this hero or vigilante or whatever helping them?

"I found you in one of the alleys I was patrolling. Figured you probably couldn’t go to a regular doctor, so…” They spread their arms to the room. “Welcome to your hospital.”

“Probably not a great move to bring villains into personal, private spaces.”

Vigilante shrugged, bracing themselves on the couch arm. “I’ve brought lots of people here. You dear, are just my most famous patient. A lot of people don’t like you.”

Right. Everyone was an enemy. So why were they any different? What were they getting out of this? Shouldn’t they have helped Hero finish them off?

"Vigilante?” they said carefully. “What's the difference between that and a regular hero?”

"I'm not licensed with the agency. Or with anyone.”

Villain blinked. “Isn’t that really illegal?”

“Says the villain,” the vigilante scoffed, seating themselves on the edge of the couch cushion.

That was different.

“That’s why I’m a villain. If the agency wants to push everyone with powers around, I’m going to destroy them. No matter how many times I get stabbed. But you’re…” They brushed over their closed wound again. “What, a healer?”

“What gave me away?”

“You don’t have to do any of their dirty work; you could just step in and clean up the aftermath. Then you’re protected by the state, no one busting down your door or watching you to be sure you’re not ‘abusing your powers.’ You don’t have to deal with any of this crap. Seems like an easy out.”

“Just because I’m not actively taking the agency down doesn’t mean I agree with what they do. Besides…I already looked into that option. Too much red tape.”

They stared off across the room as they spoke. Villain hadn’t noticed right away but they looked pretty pale and their eyes were ringed with dark circles.

“Yeah?”

The vigilante shrugged their slender shoulders. “If I’m going to heal people I’m going to choose who it is. I’m not going to limit myself to heroes or villains or whoever else. With the agency I can only use my powers under their clearance. So no. I’ll break the law to help whoever I want.”

They looked so intense in that moment Villain couldn’t help the warmth that raised in their cheeks. “Like…me?”

The vigilante turned and grinned. “Like you.”

Villain’s hands slapped to their cheeks, stupidly attempting to hide of the evidence of their blush. The vigilante grinned even wider.

“Emotional outbursts based off gratitude aren’t uncommon. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Villain ducked their head. “‘M not emotional….”

“Of course. How are the injuries? Feeling be—“

The vigilante suddenly slumped forward, clutching their head.

Villain raised up on their knees. “Hey, are you ok?”

“Just my head. Healing…urgh…takes a toll. And if it’s really bad well…”

“Like…broken ribs and life-threatening stab wounds?”

The vigilante chuckled humorlessly through a groan. “That would do it. But don’t worry, it’ll pass. I just…agh…need to sleep it off. Get some energy back.”

“You do look ready to drop.”

Another empty chuckle. “Well I couldn’t leave you all alone down here, now could I?”

“Well,” Villain looked around the room for their shirt. “I should get going anyway. I owe your for the patch job though.”

The vigilante lifted their head out of their hands. “You should probably rest a little longer, healing would’ve tired you out a little too.”

Their legs did feel a little like jelly. And everything was still sore too. The last thing they wanted to do was get up and stumble their way home from wherever this was. It would be so much nicer to just lay back down and drift off here.

“Oh, well…then I’ll hang out a little longer… You can like…rest your eyes if you want. I won’t do anything.”

“I wasn’t worried,” the vigilante smiled.

“Oh, good. It’s just the villain reputation, I thought I should reassure you that being questionable ethically doesn’t not extend to…”

They trailed off. The vigilante was already dozed off in their seat.

“Nevermind,” Villain choked quietly.

They watched the do-gooder’s peaceful face for a several moments, watching as already tired body slackened even further and tipped against them.

Villain flushed deeper and tried to ignore the weight as they forced themselves to lean their head back against the couch. The vigilante didn’t stir.

They were really too nice. And definitely not careful enough. They should know better than to let their guard down in this line of work, especially if they’d been doing this for a while.

If vigilante was against the agency too…then maybe villain could add protecting them to their agenda.

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asumofwords · 11 months

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Ok lets talk about the important thing here:

How do you think Aemond, Aegon, Daemon and Cole dicks are?

🤔

Okay this is a really important question that I must answer.

And since my brain only ever thinks and imagines these things, and in my experience I have a fairly good eye for guessing (hands give it allll awayyyyy), let me begin 😈

Aemond’s cock would be long and have a nice thickness to it, I wouldn’t say he would be massively girthy, but I feel like your hand couldn’t wrap around it completely 😈.

His tip would be a blush pink, the same colour as his lips. He would occasionally trim the hair around the base, and that man is definitely veiny 🤤 I feel like he would be a good 6-7 inches long and very clean 🤤

There’s just something about skinny men, they always have a horse cock.

He has the perfect size dick (although to be fair, I actually hate long cocks because they hurt my cervix lmao) and he knows what to do with it. It has a slight upwards curve, a gift from the gods truly.

His cum would be salty, and quite nice to swallow down. It wouldn’t be gross or foul tasting, this man has a strict diet, and exercises often !

Aemond is clean and makes sure to take good care of his cleanliness and appearance, prim and proper like his attire.

Where Aemond has length, Aegon has girth.

He would sit around 5-6 inches long and super fucking girthy, not a chode, but quite thick. It would stretch you uncomfortably or painfully if you didn’t prep first. His tip would be the same colour as his lips but would get a deeper shade of pink and look angry when he’s horny.

I feel that he wouldn’t be too veiny, though would have some very soft foreskin to nibble on and I feel a bit extra tbh💀

Aegon is one of those fuckers who can cum and keep going, must run in the family. Absolute menace too, despite his cruelty, man knows how to make you squeal. He’s a whore, he fucks whoever, whenever, and has learnt tricks along the way.

Man definitely has a dick that smells like a dick. Not exactly the cleanest of cocks, musky as fuck, salty too, and his cum would be rancid because his diet consists of just alcohol and scraps of food lmao.

Definitely used one of his many dildo toys on himself or will use it on you instead, or make you use it on yourself and have him watch 😮‍💨

Aegon could dissolve your insides with his spunk. Acidic as fuck, a one way highway to thrush or BV. Hits good tho….

Daddy Daemon has a monster cock.

I’m not joking. Look at the size of this man. And his hands ? Huge. HUGE. I’m not joking. I’ve seen it. Anyway, back to his cock.

Daemon has a dick around 8-9 inches long and fat as fuck, he’s got a meaty cock.

A third leg. A tripod if you will.

Poor Rhaenyra is getting her guts rearranged every time he fucks her. She needs 3-5 business days to recover from the sheer force of the thing.

Pale and veiny, when hard his foreskin pulls back to reveal a gentle pink tip (same as his lips). Clean and well kept, Daddy Daemon’s cum tastes like when the heavens have opened and you have been offered retribution. Sometimes sweet, depending on what he has eaten.

Would absolutely be open to the idea of being pegged and anal play. Loves having his ass eaten ngl. This man is a freaky queer daddy 😈

Shoots fucking ropes though, you’ll be leaking for days!

Ser Criston Cole deserves no praise, but I would be lying if I said he didn’t have a pretty cock.

Tan, and a bit on the longer side like Aemond, this man would not know what to do with it. A sin really, to have such a pretty cock, and not use it.

A slightly more tanned knob, leaning to a soft purple colour, average thickness and the occasional vein, upwardly curved for your pleasure.

Ser Cole’s cock would be as clean as a whistle. I feel like Cole would definitely let you put a finger inside his ring, maybe too, and he would blush so pretty about it.

His bush would be soft as fuck too, have you seen this man’s hair ? Lush as fuck, looks like it should be in a hair commercial ad, and velvety smooth. I wouldn’t mind getting some of those hairs tangled up in my nose 🤪💀

His cum would be musky, yet not repugnant like Aegon. He eats well and is always moving so it wouldn’t be marinating inside of him, though I wonder if he empties the tank often or not, or if he actually is fermenting his seed 🤪

#i need a lobotomy

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checkdeezpucks · 2 months

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imagine the angst potential of this singular chemistry being kenny's perspective, and he talks about it to jack like 'can you believe how good we were back then i felt like i could read your mind'....and jack responds by saying he feels that way about anyone he plays with at an elite level and kent was never special.... ;_;

Ohohoh. Yes. Oh YES.

Like, to kent, here's the boy who knows him like no other - who sees him to the truth of his closest athlete core and like, forget breathing in sync, it's almost as if where Jack breathes out, Kent inhales. There's the thread of zinging awareness between them, an energy that verberates between the core of their being. Jack knows what kent will do before kent does, and vice versa.

And Kent's trying to explain allll that, his heart in his mouth, his guts spilling between them. And Jack just looks at Kent and all he says is that Kent wasn't that special.

Jack might have been everything (hockey, love, understanding, the one person unlike any other who Kent knew and was known by) to Kent - but to Jack, that feeling was just ... hockey. Replaceable, and not unique.

Ooohoh, anyway, I read your ask and have been sitting on the bus typing this out with this exact expression on my face

#ask and answer #omgcp #kent parson #parse #jack zimmermann #pimms

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fortpeat · 11 months

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Hello beautiful soul who blesses this world with her PrapaiSky and FortPeat content, therefore making my days brighter and happier.

Honestly, I could write all day about how your work makes me smile and squeal 😍. Millions of thanks for your amazing skills and dedicated soul.

About my question, when I was thinking about PS and FP (as I do every day 😉), I´ve started to wonder if they at any time in the show kissed with tongue. I pondered about it for quite a while, but I´m still not sure. I thought maybe here they did (https://fb.watch/lteIDIkcnt/) - (close-up), (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/2Pfbg242gFg), (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/c2J2MAYzKKQ), (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/wlsE6vfyZYg) - (it´s the condo bedroom before bathroom scene, where Prapai tells Sky how much he likes him), I thought maybe I had seen Sky´s tongue poke out a little bit there, but yeah, still not 100 % sure 🙈.

And so, because as they say, four eyes see more than two, I would really like to know what are your thoughts about this particular issue. I truly believe it´s quite possible that because of your vast knowledge of our lovely couple(s) and your sharp eye, you happened to spot something no-one had been able to.

Thank you in advance for your time and answer, I´m looking forward to your analysis.

Have a great day full of magic and stay as wonderful as your are.

With Love

M._A. 🤍

Hey there M._A. 😊💖💖

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS WONDERFUL GREETING 🥹🥹 WAKING UP TO THEM IS ONE OF THE BEST THING EVER ✨✨ YOU ARE TOO KIND 🥹✨😭😭

Now you can be sure that I have watched all of Paisky kiss scenes in all modes : zoomed in, slow mo, flipped, mirrored etc. Its all for scientific research you see 😌 ITS A NECESSITY.

So to answer your question I also had to make multiple gifsets to provide evidence coz this is for SCIENCE. 😌✨

So Paisky tongue kisses I am absolutely 💯 sure that they did do it but we were just unfortunate to not see it explicitly 🤭 buuutttt I am going with my gut feeling called "OH THAT KISS, DEFINITELY SOME 18+ ACTION IS GOING ON" 😂 So let's do it scene number one where my radar was definitely going up was this 🤭

1. NC 8 - Sky was definitely trying to soul out Prapai's soul in his "angry sex" mode and I am sure that this could be also one of the reasons why Prapai was instantly obsessed with Sky 🤭🤭

2. THE FANTASY KISSSSS "THE KISS" of ALLLL kisssesss 🤭 - OH THERE WAS DEFINITELY TONGUE HERE ARE YOU KIDDING ME 😌👀👀 Prapai's fantasy was hell bent on unraveling Sky and if only it was real 😭😭😭😭 (I will cry about this tragedy for the rest of my life)

3. NC 11 - 2nd kiss and this time it was Prapai's turn to "unravel" Sky and it's not a FANTASY anymore. Boy finally got the green light and he's gonna grab that with both hands 😌✨

4. NC 12 - This scene is one of the sweetest scenes EVERRR 😭😭 I still can't watch this scene without wanting to cry 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and you maybe be right MA I can definitely see a little bit of tongue from Sky's side 🤭🤭 no wonder Prapai further took it to the bathroom coz he's ONLY HUMAN after all and if Sky teases Prapai is only going to respond enthusiastically ✨✨

5. NOW HERE WE HAVE 2 SCENES THAT DEFINITELY HAD SOME TONGUE ACTION 🫠🫠🫠 ITS A FACT. A SCIENTIFIC FACT. And I have nothing else to add coz the gifset speaks everything about it 🫠🫠🫠 i mean if you need a definition of devouring THEN THIS IS IT!!!!!

#love in the air #prapaisky #prapai x sky #lita #asks are always appreciated #fortpeat #fort thitipong #peat wasuthorn #FORTPEAT GOING ABOVE AND BEYOND FOR THEIR CHARACTERS

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idolatrybarbie · 6 months

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not publishing anymore fic this year but thinkin' tommymaria thoughts...

maria is an absolute genius computer engineer, creates amazing builds in her spare time. she is truly just supremely smart and talented...but it's 2011 and we're recovering from a recession here, people, so she's snagged some shitty IT job at a third party phone survey company. they call, they try to ask you questions, you usually hang up. that kinda deal.

enter tommy. well not really enter. maria goes to fulfill a maintenance request on the fourteenth floor, taking the elevator allll the way up from the dingy third floor office they keep the tech employees in. enter maria to meet tommy. he's nice enough, a little flushed and worried about his work set up—they aren't supposed to create a burning smell.

turns out the computer is completely fried, someone spilled their coffee on it late one night and it's dribbled into the GPU and wrecked the motherboard. she goes to haul the computer to the elevator and he offers to carry it down for her, ever the gentleman. maria's knee jerk reaction is to tell him she's good, but he is kind of cute... so she lets him take the case into his arms, heavier than he expected, and keep her company on the trip down again.

he almost asks for her number before he leaves, she can tell, but stops himself. maria watches him walk away, ass tight in those macy's dress pants. she thinks that's the last she's ever gonna see of him until! the work holiday partyyyyy.

it blows, in short. none of her IT co-workers even bothered to show, leaving maria socially stranded. she's contemplating if anyone'll even notice or care if she ditches when someone sidles up next to her beside the gaudy-looking Christmas tree—tommy miller.

"hey there," he says, half way between a friend and a stranger.

"kentucky fried computer," maria nods at him.

"i still don't know how that happened," tommy says. maria gives him a disbelieving look. "i don't drink coffee."

"you work a nine to five but you don't drink coffee?" she asks.

tommy shakes his head. "only green tea. it's good for gut health." immediately, the despairing look on his face tells maria that he cannot believe he's uttered the words gut health in front of her.

she rolls with it. "so if i open it up, i'm not going to find a bunch of little leaves in there?"

"you won't," tommy says. "scout's honour." when she raises an eyebrow in question, he explains, "i was a boy scout for nine years."

"of course you were."

they find a soft couch to take up residence in a quiet corner of the party. maria's two flutes of champagne deep, quizzing him about the scouts with questions from her phone. he isn't lying, getting all of the answers correct. then she asks him what he does now.

"unless you're still a boy scout," she says.

"am not," tommy says. then he shrugs. "i work. go home, make dinner."

"so you cook."

"i do," he nods. "can make a mean frozen lasagna. or ajiaco, if you'd prefer."

he has an amazing way of making questions for him turn around to be about her.

"i'd have to know what that is," maria says.

"meat soup, sorta. barbecued beef, chopped onions, green chili peppers," tommy explains.

it honestly sounds delicious, but telling him that would communicate that maria's interested in trying it—in having him cook for her. and she's not...right?

"sounds nice," is all she gives him.

when the party ends, tommy walks maria to her car. she finds it a bit overkill but can't find it in herself to tell him not to. it's sweet. he is sweet. it's been a while since she's had any sugar in her life.

when he asks her out straightforwardly, she takes a moment to consider, fingers curled over the door handle of her car.

she says, "yes." tommy's face splits into an amused grin as she continues, "my place, but you're cooking. d'you like wine or beer?"

"wine. you?"

"beer," she says.

"i'll bring both," tommy nods.

#tommy miller #maria miller #tommy x maria #speaking #tlou #i built computers in highschool can you tell

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softrozene · 11 months

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“Please Look at Me.” - Charles Smith

From an old event I did called the Sad Yee Haw Hours:

Slimeballll asked: HEY BISH 💕 can I please request 17 “please look at me” with Charles 🥰 gimme allll the angst 😩😘

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You know how I said my prior Charles request hurt? This one slapped me across the face and ripped my heart out. I think this is hurt Charles hours. :’) Enjoy babes! I hope you got tissues!

Originally published on June 17, 2020

Charles Smith x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Non-Binary)

Scenario Starter Number 17: “Please look at me.”

Warnings: Sinning once more for hurting this man : (, angst, reader and Charles have been a couple years before joining the Van Der Linde gang au, Mentions of cheating (Arthur with Reader), oops

Words: 837

“Please look at me.”

Your voice is shaking as the guilt eats you up whole. You have never witnessed this man ever cry until now. In all your years of being together, you have never seen him break down like this. You didn’t expect this at all. You had thought he was losing feelings for you so of course, you started to distance yourself.

Why wouldn’t you? You didn’t want to stay with someone who no longer looks at you with love and care. Sure, he has his moments but he’s been detached and stressed from moving from Colter to Horseshoe Overlook. It’s been a stressful few months, you should have given him the benefit of a doubt, but you didn’t.

Instead, you made a mistake and now you’re paying the price for it.

You go to beg him again, ignoring the obvious eavesdroppers in the group, but he finally looks at you. His eyes are misty, filled with hurt, distrust, and it nearly kills you right there and then. He lets out a sigh as his hand goes to fix his hair.

“I don’t want to look at you. Looking at you right now fills me with disgust,” He states honestly.

Seeing your eyes water at this makes him look away. You reach for his free hand and he freezes at your touch. He never freezes with your touch, he always leans into it. You fucked up.

“It was just one night. It was a stupid mistake, it’ll never happen agai-“

He cuts you off with a glare. He takes a moment to control his anger and speaks as calmly as he can. “A mistake? You were supposed to be back within an hour or so. You deliberately stayed the night in the middle of nowhere with him. He admitted you seduced him. What you did was not a mistake but a choice,” Charles states his eyes growing cold.

“Charles I love you. I never meant to hurt you. I had too many dri-“

He cuts you off again. This time the anger and disappointment rising as he tries desperately to keep his cool. “I would’ve believed your tale if Arthur hadn’t come clean first. It’s sad that my friend did this to me but he came clean and ratted you out. You had no intentions to tell me what you did. He told me drinks were involved after his camp was set-up. You knew your intentions the second you decided not to come home straight to me,” He says.

When you can’t say anything to defend yourself he scoffs and continues. “Not even that. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice the looks you gave Arthur at Colter leading up to here? It’s the same look I always gave you and that you used to give me. I can only assume that you started to take an interest in him and acted on it. That’s the only way that Arthur would have hurt me like that but for you to hurt me like this? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

You feel sick. You feel so sick and disgusted with yourself. It’s like your gut keeps twisting into knots. You hate what you did now that you see the aftermath. It wasn’t worth hurting Charles like this. It wasn’t worth feeling a different person’s touch because you thought Charles and you were slowly losing love. It was your fault and now you don’t know if there is a way to salvage it. Especially, with the way he is looking and speaking to you.

“You threw away all of our years together…” He says seeming to no longer have any anger in him, just disappointment.

Your eyes widen and bring up the hand you are desperately holding onto and make it cup your cheek. You plea with him. “Charles, look at me. I’m still your partner. I’m still the person you love.”

He shakes his head and pulls away. The sting in your heart is growing and you can’t fix it. This is unfixable.

He confirms this. “You threw away all of our years together. I wanted to live the rest of my life with you but not anymore. I thought I can work past this before confronting you but I can’t. I just don’t get how you can do that to a person, make them feel as if they are nothing and then expect nothing to change. By the end of the week either I’m leaving this group or you are.”

Before you can beg him more or he can spare you another glance he turns to leave needing to be alone. You watch him stalk off until you gather yourself and take a look around. The eavesdroppers in the group are glaring at you and you already know that it is you who is leaving this group.

You are going to leave the one man who was your peace all because you fucked up and hurt him. Maybe you deserve the lone path.

#softrozene writes #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #charles smith x reader #rdr2 charles #gender-neutral reader #nonbinary reader #angst

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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🌞Good morning my friend! 🌞(If it’s morning for you too)

Could I please request a one-shot of:

Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester & platonic! Youngest sibling! Reader

Basically in the first episode when they go to Stanford to bring Sam back to find their dad, Sam and his sibling (male or female! Which ever is fine!) have a cute little reunion!

((I didn’t see in your Navi about not taking sibling / platonic requests so if that’s just not something you’re into, which I get, let me know and I’ll change it!!))

JUST WANT TO SAY I LOVE ALLLL YOUR SPENCER REID CONTENT OML 🤎💛

༉‧₊˚. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. || 𝐬𝐚𝐦 & 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧

― pairing: sam & younger sibling!plus size reader & dean

― summary: you've told dean to leave well enough alone, but when your father goes missing, you have no other choice than to go and get him from his cozy life at Stanford.

― warnings: a little spoilers for episode one but not really.

― wc: 735

⋆ a/n: as romantic of an author as i am, i actually love writing platonic relationships! this is actually a second one i've done, the first one being a loki fanfic! writing for the very first episode is so nostalgic! the money i would pay to be able to watch supernatural for the first time.

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You were only a teenager when Sam, Dean, and your father had gotten into that fight about Sam wanting to go to Stanford. It was a bad one, one that you couldn't help but sit back and watch. There was nothing you could say or do as Sam approached you, placing a kiss on your forehead before bidding you a fruitless goodbye.

Now here you were, sat in the passenger seat of the Impala as you were on your way to pick up your older brother. You had told Dean a long time ago that he should respect Sam's decision of not wanting to be a hunter, but now you had no other choice but then to drag him back in, not with your father missing. Personally, going to get Sam was the last thing you wanted to do, but it felt like you had no other choice. This was something bigger than you and Dean combined, you just felt it deep inside your gut, like an intuition.

You had been hunting since you were a kid, and when Sam was gone, your father pushed you and your eldest brother hard, constantly hunting, being ordered around like a drill Sargent. Maybe it was selfish to say that you weren't eager to find your dad, but you were doing this Dean, since he had taken care of you since you were little. You wished it was different for him, that he didn't have to give up his youth to make sure that you and Sam were safe.

"Do you think he even wants to see us?" You asked quietly from your seat. You could see Dean throw you a quick glance before paying attention to the road. "You? Yeah. Me? I'm not so sure." You sighed, sending him a sympathetic smile. "Dean, you're his brother. Yes, he may have been pissed, but he doesn't hate you." He shrugged half-heartedly, basically letting you know that the conversation was over. You sunk back your seat, the darkness surrounding the car besides that orange streetlights peeking into the windows were extremely calming, the atmosphere lolling you into a blissful nap as your gut fluttered in excitement. You were finally going to see your brother.

You were awoken by Dean nudging you. You were parked in front of an apartment building.

"We're here." He said, wiping his own tiredness out of his eyes. "I think I'm going to stay in the car." You said as you yawned, sitting up to stretch. He looked at you for a moment before muttering out an 'okay', getting of the car as he said it.

You were a big bundle of nerves. Yes, you weren't included in the fight, but what if he forgot about you? What if he didn't want to see you anymore because he had a new life? You were his sister, so he couldn't possibly throw you away like that, right? There were too many thoughts, and a part of you wished that you had gone with Dean. You needed some fresh air as you stepped out of the car, back perched against the door as you shoved your hands in your pockets.

You heard talking— or what sounded like arguing as you watched your two brothers walk up the steps. Their conversation ceased as you and Sam made eye contact. You gulped, your finger picking at a loose thread in your pocket anxiously as you nervously smiled at him.

"Hi, Sam." You said with a nervous smile on your face. "______." Was all your brother said before he pulled you in for a hug. You laughed at his eagerness, a wave of relief crashing over you as you smiled. You looked at Dean and he had small smile of his own— not that he would ever admit that.

"I'm sorry I missed your eighteenth." Sam apologized as he pulled away from your embrace. "It's okay, Sammy. I promise." You reassured. "You really have grown up." Sam said, ruffling your hair. "And you're still a jackass." You teased back. He let out a chuckle of his own. Your heart was singing in glee, a part of you feeling whole again as he turned back to what him and Dean were originally talking about.

"So, what was dad hunting anyway?" Sam asked.

You and Dean shared a look, one that spoke that he had a lot to catch up on.

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bougiebutchbitch · 1 year

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Have you thought of... batjokes AU where one of them is a vampire and the other's neck is getting bitten 👀 I feel like bruce would be out of blood packs or something and he wasn't careful enough looking after himself so he's like, losing himself in the middle of the night and trying not to lose control of his thirst and joker is like *slaps neck* "c'mere batsy come get your JUICE"

sdfgkjsglsdfgsdg LISTEN I THINK ABOUT THIS DAILY

DAILY

you fucking KNOW Jokes would be like. Suck me, Batsy <3 Suck me dry <333

He would jizz almost as soon as Bats got his teeth in skldfhgsdhfg

....okay but I want Batman to fully lose control of his thirst one time, and be fucking terrified that Joker's going to let him kill him, because... well, isn't that what Joker kinda wants?? But though Joker lets it go wayyyy further than Batman is comfortable with, he does eventually quickly and efficiently knock him out with some handy garlic gas or something, idk.

Batman wakes up to find Joker unconscious from blood loss but not dead. He's terrified to be near him, but still has enough self control to get away and call an ambulance for him (and beg Robin to supervise the paramedics so Joker won't wake up and gut them). Much, much later, when Joker's back in Arkham, Batman contritely goes to see him (and to thank Joker for stopping him, though he ain't admitting that easily). Eventually - after the obligatary greeting, banter, and flirtation - Batman stops looming. He sits on the edge of his cot, and manages to croak out why?

You know that would destroy me, so why not let it?

Don't you fantasize about both of us going out violently together?

Aren't I the one who's supposed to stop you?

And Joker just grins, delighted. "Oh, you're just eating yourself up, aren't you! It wasn't even your fault, and you're still just drowning in all the guilt you can pour into that big ol' batty brain!"

Bruce blinks. A thousand protests swarm his throat. It was my fault. I went too far. I wasn't in control, I couldn't stop myself - God, J, you almost died...

Joker snuggles up to his chest, giggling quietly to himself, as if Batman's told some joke he wasn't aware of. "Sweetie, when you kill me, you're going to choose to do it," he says. "Not accidentally suck me dry in a feeding frenzy, like some - some overgrown mosquito! I mean, don't get me wrong - that sounds one hell of a way to go. But that's just boring murdery vampire instinct. I don't wanna be killed by a vampire." He kisses him, over the bat symbol, leaving a tacky smear of red (how he keeps smuggling lipstick into Arkham, Batman doesn't know, but to be honest, he hasn't put all that much effort into stopping it). "I wanna be killed by the Bat."

That's terrifying. Yet at the same time, just a little reassuring.

Batman ducks his face into the long white line of Joker's neck, where the puncture wounds have sealed with messy scabs. He inhales the sweet, lulling sense of his blood, feeling the temptation flood his own veins. Feeling Joker go delightfully still, gasping at the warm roll of Batman's breath over his beating artery.

"Human juice bag is full again though," Joker whispers, long white hands fisting in Batman's cape, where it falls around them on the bed in stiff, midnight peaks. "In case you wanna stick your straw in and go to town. Call me your li'l Capri Sun pouch. Slurp out allll the good stuff..."

It's too soon, too raw. Joker's not even fully healed. Batman shakes his head, though he doesn't retreat, doesn't let Joker move an inch. Just stays right there, curled over him, breathing him in.

"I need to work on my self-discipline," he growls, letting his fangs flip down, but only to stroke them soft down that long, thin tendon that binds Joker's skull to his clavicles. "Before I bite you again."

Joker shivers, letting his head fall limp, his body twisted over Batman's lap, fully offered up to him. "Ooh, fun. I'm not going to make it easy for you, you know."

He never does. Batman wouldn't want it any other way.

#batjokes #batman x joker #joker x batman #batman #joker #bruce wayne #my fic #my art

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fqiryspit · 1 year

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Hey love so thank you smmm <3 it helped a lot and I literally noted everything down!! If you don’t mind I got a few questions :(( so obviously its dumb but how would I make a master list and and what are ideal first posts I could do and how could I attract people to my writings? im sorry my questions dumb but im slow… tysm !! 💕💕

-💁🏻‍♀️

GIRL DONT EVEN SAY THAT IT'S NOT A DUMB QUESTION AT ALLLL!!!!

I literally was like...blink..blink. when i saw people making masterlists for the first time

(BTW, THIS ONLY WORKS ON A COMPUTER, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO IT IF YOU'RE ON A PHONE)

guide on how to make links:

SO! Just like how you color text (by highlighting over the text like you're gonna copy and paste it) a bar of commands will pop up

so, the fifth bubble that looks like 2 chat icons will be there click it and it should say https:// . now, have a separate tab open with your fic on it, make sure it's on your profile and not your dashboard lmao. go up to the search bar and copy it, go back to the other tab, into the chat icons, and paste it into the bar with https:// on it.

now, you have a link

guide on aesthetics:

a quick and easy way to an aesthetic master list is going and typing "eren headers" obvi eren doesn't need to be a part of it but ya'know. "white headers, green headers" and stuff like that, that should look like this:

be sure to tag the person who made the header or at least reblog it, it's the right and nice thing to do because you're using it.

you can do this for your pfp, just type in "pink icon" and you'll find some cute ones :3

now, your masterlist should look like this (again, highlight text, go to the little separate bar that says (Regular) and change it to bigger or biggest if you want your intro to your masterlist to be bigger:

💁‍♀️'s masterlist

fic 1

fic 2

fic 3

header from: @hyugasite

and boom. of course, if you have any more questions don't be afraid to ask!

now, for your first post, if you're really truly blank make some headcanons. I wouldn't recommend smut right away because it's really embarrassing when you're just starting up and the field is competitive. obviously, post whatever you want. smut is the most attractive genre but is also very bloody!! (lmao) I kinda think its slow right now so post some smuty hc if you have the guts!!!

hc are suuuuuuper easy and fun! short attention span readers love it and blank writers love it!

lets say it's about fluff, you'd have it be like this:

eren x fem!reader

cw: just fluff

bf!eren who does this and that and this

bf!eren who is so cute yada yada

and you'd do a couple more of those, it's super nice if you're just trying to test the waters, If you want recognition I say do something a little different than just "bf!eren"...something like "rockstar!eren" or "model!eren" and format them like, "rockstar!eren who takes you to all his concerts" or smth

another way to attract people with your writing is, again, banners! it's what catches the eye, humans love pretty images!!

bf!eren headcanons <3 header from: @winknono

bf!eren who does this and that and this

bf!eren who is so cute yada yada

also, get mutuals! reblog posts and go to some writers' asks box and ask to be mutuals or smth!! mutuals arent ppl you talk to a bunch, its just people you cant talk ideas to and just be cool with.

anywho, I think thats all! Don't be afraid to ask anything else and your questions arent dumb!! <33

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mixed-up-multiverse · 9 months

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@bytepire sent: talk about lizzy and doll! your thoughts on their relationship, lizzy's opinions on the absolutesolver program that doll is using, just gimme allll the deets

Let me ramble | VERY SELECTIVELY accepting

// OOOHOHOHOHOHO, FASTEN UR SEATBELT, 'CAUSE I AM GONNA GO ON ABOUT LIZZY AND ALL THAT'S HAPPENED TO HER AND HER FRIENSHIP WITH DOLL. Although I am gonna try and put everything in order so that my ramble about her truly makes sense, so bear with me here.

// So to start, before everything went down, Lizzy's life was pretty much great. She was one of the most popular folks in RoboPrep school alongside her best friend Doll and some others, and they would do everything together-- from slumber parties to ditching class to teasing the Purple scrub who's always rambling about killing all humans and railguns. Life, as they both know it, is great-- they wouldn't have it otherwise.

Doll is the friend she's known the longest, as they met when they were literal Babies/Untrained Neural Networks. She doesn't even mind Doll and her family's faulty vocal chips (which make them speak Russian rather than common). Though to be fair, it's not something drones would mind anyways as they are programmed with a built-in translator in their brains, but I digress. In fact, it was thanks to Doll that Lizzy learned she likes girls. Doll happened to be her first crush, too.

Then, the Purple Scrub leads the murder drones to the colony, and while some drones die and most survive, there IS a major difference afterwards. For starters, Doll is more... quiet. Distant. Not as happy as she used to be, as if something happened to her. And when Lizzy asks? Doll reveals that her family had been killed by a murder drone that calls itself 'V'. Lizzy at first assumed she's joking (as her own father survived so Doll's parents must have too), but when she actually goes to Doll's house that weekend? She realizes that it wasn't a joke. Doll's parents are actually dead. It's... a shock, but Lizzy doesn't think about it too much. Until one day, by circumstance, a murder drone sneaks into her room with intention to kill-- the same drone that killed Doll's mom and dad. But while initially frightened, Lizzy manages to keep V from killing her by feigning immediate attraction to her and promising 'friendship'. V is confused slightly, but views it as a chance to trick a dumb worker into letting her kill everyone and... goes along with it.

Doll eventually discovered this when Lizzy shared a photo of herself and V by accident, and so shecalled Lizzy over saying "I want to show you something". Lizzy, of course, visited her bestie, and what happened next shocked her; Doll stated that ever since her parents died, she's had this... new ability... inside of her. She even showed her some of what her new ability could do. And seeing her friendship with V, she offered a proposition; Lizzy keeps up the friendship so that Doll can get some good ol' fashion payback. Which involved killing the Prom queen candidates. Of course Lizzy was against it at first due to having a weird gut feeling about Doll's new power, but relented because Doll was her friend and no one would miss a Murder Drone, right?

Well, as the deaths counted up and Prom day grew closer, Lizzy was kept in the dark about what Doll was specifically doing with the bodies, and when the day finally came, she found herself warning V-- who she thought she'd never get attached to-- to RUN. Of course that failed, and V was trapped and Lizzy was flung away as what was basically a massacre broke out. She recovered and helped N and V fix themselves before escaping home, and after that called Doll to see if she was okay. But... nothing. No responses, even after a message spam or two. As if Doll's just... gone. And that hurts.

For the following days up until the camping trip actually arrives, Lizzy was constantly wearing a vapid facade, hiding behind empty popular girl smiles. She acts like she's 'replaced' Doll with Rebecca and some other popular drones, but... she hadn't. She missed Doll greatly now that she had just... vanished, and nothing was the same anymore. Not even wiping her feet all over that Purple-eyed freak was as fun anymore.

Of course, said freak later turns into a monster and massacres the class. And while some drones make it out alive (Lizzy included again), at this point, she is... utterly traumatized, using her phone to get her mind off of everything and not doing a good job at it.

By now, her perfect life is in shambles. She's lost a lot of people close to her, the purple freak is even MORE unapproachable and not just because of her ugly fashion sense but because she just ate almost everyone in the most violent and gruesome way possible. And Lizzy herself played a part in her snapping, for all she knows. And worst of all... Doll is gone. Following that failed plan to kill V, it's like her bestie dropped off of the face of Copper 9. She hasn't responded to any of her texts, and she's... probably dead for all that Lizzy knows.

Her best friend is dead for all she knows, and almost all of the popular kids she would even bother hanging around are all dead no thanks to that purple monster. By now, Lizzzy acts as if nothing is happening to her and her life is still the same 'alpha ritch girl', but... it's not. She's deeply traumatized from all that's happened to her, and she's wearing a smirky-face-mask to hide all that's bothering her ever since all that's happened.

She wants Doll to be okay. But the radio silence is making her lose hope. And she has no friends to talk about it to. And her father (AND teacher) is practically apathetic to everything so he's automatically no help. If that damn purple freak hadn't led those drones here, none of this would have happened. Doll would still be here. No one would be dead. She'd... still have her perfect life.

But she can't show anyone her sadness, not now. She still has to keep that smirky-face-mask on for a little longer.

#💫 Gracie is speaking ( OOC )#💫 we just got a letter! ( ask )#bytepire #💫 Lizzy -- Headcanons #MAN i went on a tangent here haha #but this is all I gotta ramble about Lizzy for now! Boy this took a lot

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jlf23tumble · 1 year

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Oh yeah Louis definitely says “the relationship” (singular) *pause* over a shot of him sitting with his arm around Harry. What the fuck my guy wasn’t the almost entirety of Walls emotionally gut wrenching and sappy enough? It all fits with the band/their rocky relationship ending -> whatever the fuck went for a few years -> writing Walls/bringing E back to work. I still wonder how long the plan to decommission Elounor 2 has been in play - as long as the doc has? Louis again recently reiterated he’s “writing from an imaginative place” for LT3 aka assholes don’t try to read into shit because I’m giving you nothing. Keep up the mystery of the now, baby! But he def gave it allll away in those first 10 mins. Harry styles fucked him good/fucked him up bad. Much respect 🫡

I feel like it's mutual, they more than discussed it, lol, I mean, there are four ALBUMS' worth of content between them, tellin' the tale. And who knows, maybe there's more to write, I feel like it's ver ver messy, so as ever, I'm curious for what's to come!

#harry styles #AND #louis tomlinson #say a lot of shit that people just flat-out ignore #but i think that's the traditional binary thinking too #like if they were together--THEY ARE STILL TOGETHER THEY NEVER BROKE UP #if they aren't together--THEY WILL NEVER TALK TO EACH OTHER EVER AGAIN #and i think there's space in the middle #but who knows for how long #not my circus OR my monkeys but i tell u what #it is FASCINATING to see the hoops #the fandom ones #and the refusal to just recognize the script--the ao3 fic--doesn't exist and hasn't been written #it's real and real time bb

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aashiqvi · 1 year

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i actually think i found my soulmate but we aren’t together (rn???? WHO KNOWS) but anyway its not even romanticising us at ALLLL like not at all. but ive got such a GUT feeling and an instinct LIKENGUYS i cant explain it DO ANY OF U GET THAT FEELING. if not soulmate just… IDK GIUS IDK WHAT IT IS like just DAMN…………………….

#like goodness . idk what it is #its not even ab the romantic aspect or the relationship side #WHICH MMM yes i love i adore i miss the intimacy and love but im so at peace with it #its been mooonths #anyway. BUT #i miss him BUT I DINT missss him. bc i have this gut feeling he’s always here IDK IT SOUNDS SO WACK LMFAOOO #guys i just cant explain #or i think abt like.. us but in certain aspects like future future n it just feels so normal or right #WHICH IS SO ODD.#1. yay i healed and im over what happened #2. YAY….? bc at least im happy BUT GOD GUYS #ITS SUCH A FEELING IN MY TUMMY IDK IF I LIKE THIS OR NOT #i wanna word this better maybe i’ll write ab it. ugh #muses 🙄🙄

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please-picturemeintheweeds · 1 month

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Got any idea about how to have healtier relationships? I used to literally not have boundaries and sold out parts of my soul for people who I thought were commmited to me, I once upon a time changed too much for a few people who weren't worth it but I want to let people in my life again and how do I do that better and healthier?

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I feel you!! And omg I’m so proud of you for wanting to let people in again after being hurt in that way! You’ve got this 💪🏻! Giving up parts of your self for other people happens to everybody, so you’re definitely not alone. Something that has helped me a lot with this is the concept of self-consent and honoring boundaries (which are an expression of consent) that I set for myself. For example; “I know this feels good right now because I like seeing this other person happy, but I told myself I wouldn’t do xyz because it has made me feel isolated/bad about myself in the past… how can I support myself to stick to that decision?” Some other questions that are good to ask yourself often: Is this change something that I am freely, enthusiastically doing? Am I pressuring myself into this change, why? Can I change my mind? Would it be safe for me to express how I feel (to myself and to others)? How do I feel in my body when I think about this change?

It’s very very hard to set/communicate boundaries to others when we cross our own boundaries allll the time. It’s so engrained in our culture to violate our own boundaries, and other peoples’. White supremecist hetero-patriarchy fundamentally operates on repeated violations of boundaries, think about being pressured to stay late for work or not take the pre approved vacation day off, or to just hug someone because they want a hug, or to push our bodies past the limits of hunger/need to pee/thirst/discomfort to finish a task, or to use poison in our gardens. Which is not to say that you can never choose to do something that you don’t want to do- we freely consent to stuff like that all the time (a classic example is helping a friend move. Yeah it’s not fun, you might not want to, but you can still choose to do it and feel fulfilled and empowered by that choice! Another reason one might choose to do something that doesn’t feel good could be for safety. If you need to do something for your safety, or if the consequences for not doing it would be far worse, I would encourage you to trust your instincts, make the thing as safe as possible, and seek support to address that underlying safety issue).

So I really just want you to know that this is a very normal thing to struggle with, and that it is a radical act every single time you pause to honor your own limits, needs, desires, and boundaries. Which also means we have to explore what feels good, as much as what feels bad! Trying new things is a wonderful amazing part of life! And sometimes other people are the catalyst to discovering things that you never would have tried without that push to step out of your comfort zone! But the important part is always about choice and autonomy. Is it something you are choosing to do, and why? Are you free to make a different choice?

go slow, trust your gut, try and run things by a few other people so that you have a variety of perspectives to draw from, and have fun endlessly creating your self 🦋

#Asks #empowered relationships #Gender based violence 101 for swifties #Ptsd #wouldve could’ve should’ve hours #Trauma #relationships #C

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